The large mirror infront of you already starting to fog up, the room reeks of cum and heat radiates the walls. Hyunjin's grip on your chin is strong, he has to continue to tell you over and over to keep looking at yourself or he's going to take his fingers out of your soaked pussy and leave you by yourself. You're back arching into his chest as your pink pussy's on full display.
"C'mon love, don't make me do it." He says with a pout as his fingers scissor open your insides. "I don't want to stop but if you won't listen thenâ" Before you could process the words he was saying he slowly started to pull his fingers back. You're hands instantly moving to stop him. "N-No please, i-i'll look..mm, please!" You plead out.
"See? It's not that difficult to use your words muse." His hand that was once on your chin reaches down to hold open your thighs â spreading you wider. Hyunjin's fingers curl inside of you, the spreading helping him reach deeper to hit that spot inside of you that makes you're vison blur. His hand that was once holding you open slides up your thigh to suddenly wrap around your waist, holding you down.
Hyunjin smiles against your ear and makes his legs hold yours down by your ankles. "Good girls get rewarded, but not the way they like." His tongue pokes out to lick your neck. Without hesitation, his fingers pull out to move in and out in rapid movements fucking into you while his palm smacks against your lower abdomen. Three fingers curling and are being fucked into you while you're juices squirt all over the mirror. "Ooh, fuck!" You're head tilts back into his shoulder as you shout his name.
You're eyes threaten to shut, but you continue to watch yourself â well him, you continue to watch hyunjin's fingers disappear into your soaking cunt with the nasty sounds followed right behind.
"You can take it, I know you can." He says softly into your temple like his fingers are plugged deep into you. "Ah, ah, keep watching me." Hyunjin's grip on your waist becomes tighter â holding you down so you can't grind or try to escape his touch. "Don't run now," You're heels dig into the floor trying to push away from his grip.
"Hyuneâ! Ha~ t-too much." You shout out turning into puddy in his hold. Hyunjin's tongue reaches your ear lobe and nibbles on the skin. The sensory of the texture of his tongue and the feeling of his fingers make you feel like you're about to fall apart.
The arm around your waist moves back down to find your pussy folds and spreads them. "Fuck, just look at you. Taking these fingers so well." Your gaze meets where his eyes were â right in your hole that had his fingers plunged in. All you could do is let out a sharp moan and just watch.
His fingers middle, index and ring, curving into your tight walls in a 'come here' motion. The long slender digits reach the parts you can't reach on your own, all you can think about is him.
"I'm gonna fucking cum-!" You're nails reach down to his wrist and claw at him needing to be grounded. "Yeah? Do it. Do it all over this fucking mirror." The pace of his fingers never stilled with that you're legs were finally released a instantly shut on his hand. Without warning you squirt all over his fingers, the juices drip down to your ass and soak the poor carpet under the both of you.
Hyunjins fingers covered in cum reach up and lift your chin to look at the mirror infront of you. "Truly a work of art." You managed to open your eyes to see the mirror splattered with wet stains from your orgasm. His hand fingers your clit and slaps it once and then again, with every plap! more of your juices would squirt out up into the mirror. "So beautiful muse." He says leaving a kiss on your temple feeling your entire body shake.
âż Summary: sharing small accomplishments with your boyfriend who is oh so proud of you
âż Pairing: hyung line x f!reader (individual)
âż ss count: 16
âż Tags/Warnings: fluff! no warnings needed (:
âż Authorâs note: I tried to make Chanâs/Changbinâs related to @tonkshamsandwich âs request! Iâve never written an smau beforeâŚbut Iâd be so down to do these more often if yâall like. If this one does well, Iâll make the maknae line as well!
Pairing: stray kids x fem!reader / Genre: smut, pussy slapping, Impact play kink, established relationship / Word Count: 8,200 words / Content: 18+ ONLY, explicit smut, heavy pussy slapping, squirting, dirty talk, possessiveness, established relationship. ⤡main masterlist / skz masterlist
âââ Bang Chan
Itâs past 2 a.m. and the studio is dark except for the soft blue glow of the monitors. Chan has you bent over the mixing desk, your skirt rucked up around your waist and your panties dangling from one ankle. Heâs been teasing you for an hourâfingers, tongue, the low rumble of his voice in your earâuntil youâre dripping down your thighs.
âFuck, look at you,â he growls, voice hoarse from hours of recording. One big hand presses between your shoulder blades to keep you arched while the other smooths over your soaked folds. âSo wet already and I havenât even started slapping this pretty pussy yet.â
He starts slow, almost affectionateâlight taps that make your clit throb. Then the slaps grow firmer, wet smack smack smack sounds echoing in the quiet studio. Each one sends sparks up your spine. You push back against his hand, whimpering.
âChanâpleaseââ
He chuckles darkly. âYeah? You want it harder, baby?â The next slap is sharp, right over your swollen clit, and your knees buckle. He catches you, arm wrapping around your waist as he keeps going, alternating between your folds and your clit until your pussy is visibly puffy and glistening, strings of arousal connecting you to his palm.
âSuch a messy little thing for me,â he murmurs, pressing two thick fingers inside you while he continues light slaps on your clit. âGonna make you squirt all over my studio chair before we leave.â
You doâshaking and crying his name while he praises you the whole time.
âââ Lee Know
The dorm is quiet except for the hum of the fridge. Minho has you sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter at 7 a.m., legs spread wide, one of his oversized shirts the only thing covering you. Heâs still in his sleep shorts, hair messy, that dangerous little smirk on his face.
He doesnât speak muchâhe never does when heâs like this. Instead he hooks your thighs over his arms and stares down at your bare pussy like itâs his favorite meal. The first slap is sudden, sharp, and perfectly aimed. Your back arches.
He does it again, harder, watching your pussy lips jiggle and grow wetter with every strike. The sound is obscene in the silent kitchenâwet, filthy slap slap slap. Every time you try to close your legs he pushes them open wider, thumb circling your clit between sets.
âStay still,â he finally says, voice low and velvet-rough. âLet me play with my favorite toy.â
He slaps you until your thighs are trembling and your pussy is bright pink and dripping onto the counter. Then he leans in, tongue flicking over your abused clit while he keeps lightly tapping the side of his hand against your folds, never letting the stimulation drop. You come so hard you nearly knock over the coffee maker behind you.
âââ Seo Changbin
The company gym is empty at 10 p.m. Changbin has you on the weight bench, legs hooked over his thick shoulders, your ass lifted slightly off the leather. Heâs shirtless, sweat still glistening on his chest from his workout, and his eyes are dark with hunger.
He starts with his palm flat against your pussy, rubbing in slow circles until youâre soaked. Then he pulls back and brings his hand downâSMACK. The sound is loud enough to echo off the mirrors. Your whole body jolts.
âFuck, baby, youâre getting so wet from this,â he groans, voice deep. He slaps again, harder, watching your pussy get redder and slicker. His biceps flex every time he brings his hand down. He alternates between full-palm slaps that cover your entire mound and quick little taps right on your clit that make you squeal.
Youâre gripping the sides of the bench, moaning his name like a prayer. He leans down, biting the inside of your thigh while he keeps slappingâslap slap slapâuntil your arousal is literally dripping onto the floor.
âGonna fuck you right here after I make this pussy cry for me,â he promises, and the next slap sends you over the edge, gushing around nothing while he watches with pure pride.
âââ Hwang Hyunjin
Late afternoon light pours through the big windows of his personal art studio. Youâre completely naked on the wide daybed, legs spread obscenely while Hyunjin kneels between them, paint still smudged on his fingers. Heâs been painting your body earlier; now heâs painting something else entirely with his hand.
He starts gentleâfeather-light slaps that make your pussy flutter. Then he gets into it, long artist fingers spreading your folds so he can slap directly on your clit. The wet sounds mix with your whimpers and his soft, breathy moans.
âSo beautiful when youâre like this,â he whispers, almost reverent. âAll pink and wet for me⌠look how she glistens.â Slap. Slap. Slap. Each one is deliberate, artistic in its precision. He changes angles, sometimes cupping to make the impact broader, sometimes using just his fingertips for sharp little stings.
When you start begging he leans over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other still working between your legs. âCome for me like this, princess. Let me see you fall apart from just my hand.â
You doâshaking, thighs quivering, pussy clenching and releasing as he keeps lightly tapping through your orgasm until youâre oversensitive and crying.
âââ Han Jisung
The van is parked in a dark lot behind the venue. The members are still inside signing stuff; Han dragged you out here the second the encore ended, still buzzing with adrenaline. Youâre straddling his lap, skirt around your waist, his hands gripping your ass.
He doesnât waste time. He pulls your panties to the side and starts slapping upwardâquick, rhythmic smacks that make your pussy lips sting and swell. The confined space makes every wet sound louder.
âFuck, youâre soaked already,â he laughs breathlessly, eyes sparkling with that chaotic energy he gets after performing. âMy dirty girl loves getting her pussy slapped, huh?â
He keeps one hand on your hip to steady you while the other delivers fast little slaps right against your clit. You bury your face in his neck, moaning against his sweaty skin. He smells like stage smoke and his cologne and pure sex.
Every time you grind down he slaps harder. âYeah, just like thatâride my hand, baby. Make it wetter.â He doesnât stop until youâre shaking and soaking his sweatpants, coming with his name muffled against his throat.
âââ Lee Felix
The dorm balcony at dusk, city lights just starting to flicker on. Felix has you pressed against the railing, your back to his chest, one of his hands covering your mouth to keep you quiet while the other is between your legs. Your shorts and panties are around your ankles.
He starts slow, rubbing your clit in circles, then suddenly slapsâhard enough that your knees buckle. He holds you up, chuckling softly in your ear, deep voice sending shivers down your spine.
âShh, angel. Donât want the neighbors to hear how wet youâre getting.â Slap. Slap. Slap. The angle is perfectâhe can slap upward and catch your clit every single time. His freckled arm is tight around your waist, fingers occasionally dipping inside you to spread the wetness before he continues.
Youâre dripping down your thighs, the sunset painting everything golden while he works you over. When you come he keeps going, light little taps that prolong the orgasm until youâre whimpering and tears are pricking your eyes from the intensity.
âââ Kim Seungmin
Luxury hotel, floor-to-ceiling windows, city view. Seungmin has you on all fours on the massive bed, face down in the pillows. Heâs still half in his soundcheck clothes, tie loosened, that calm, almost mean little smile on his face.
He spreads your knees wider and starts with long, deliberate slapsâfull palm, letting the impact ripple through your pussy. The wet smacks are loud in the quiet room.
âLook at this messy pussy,â he murmurs, voice deceptively sweet. âCrying for me already.â He slaps again, harder, watching your arousal splash. He uses the back of his fingers sometimes, changing the sensation until you donât know what to expect.
Youâre pushing back into every slap, desperate. He leans over you, one hand fisting your hair gently. âThatâs it. Take it like my good girl.â The next series of slaps is relentless until youâre squirting onto the expensive sheets, sobbing his name.
âââ Yang Jeongin
Jeonginâs room is dark except for the string lights. He has you on your back in the middle of his bed, legs pushed up and open, completely exposed. Heâs between your thighs, eyes wide and hungry, still a little shy but so eager.
At first his slaps are experimentalâtesting what makes you moan loudest. When he finds the perfect rhythm he gets confident, biting his lip as he delivers sharp, wet slaps right over your clit.
âDoes that feel good?â he asks, voice husky. âYouâre getting so wet, noonaâŚâ The honorific slips out and it makes you clench. He groans and slaps harder, watching your pussy get redder and slicker with every hit.
He leans down to kiss your thigh, then keeps goingâalternating between slapping and rubbing until youâre a trembling mess. âCome for me,â he whispers, almost pleading. âI want to see it.â
When you finally shatter, he keeps lightly tapping through it, whispering praises and watching every twitch of your overstimulated pussy with pure fascination.
or: you didn't think a mere pheromone perfume would have this much of an effect on him. congratulations, you've earned his attention and the hatered of your neighbors, boo you whore
warnings: MDNI! ot8 x reader (separate), they go FERAL, probably highly unrealistic portrays of what a pheromone perfume does, dom/sub dynamics, overstim edging piv begging etc etc, scent kink?, they're really really needy, overuse of italics
bang chan
"P-please please, just -"
and it's the first you've heard him beg.
his voice breaks into a ragged exhale, forehead pressed against your shoulder, inhaling like he's trying to burrow into your skin. His hips stutter, losing rhythm entirely, and the bedframe bangs against the wall with every desperate push of his hips against yours.
He'd laughed when you uncapped the perfume bottle - "Really, babe? Pheromones?" - watching as you dabbed it behind your ears, along your wrists. "Cute," heâd teased, leaning in to sniff you with exaggerated flair. "Smells like -"
His breath caught.
"it actually smells...nice"
And within minutes he was on you.
You didnât think itâd be this bad - didnât think the perfume would turn him into this much of a mess, wrecking you like heâs trying to brand himself inside you.
Heâs close, faster than any other time - you can tell by the way his rhythm stutters, the way his fingers tremble where they grip you. But he wonât cum, wonât let himself, not until youâre shaking apart under him first. "No wait-" he twitched when you clench around him, his hips jerking wildly, like heâs losing alll semblance of control.
His forehead drops to yours, sweat and tears and god knows what dripping between you, thrusting hard, grinding deep enough to make you sob. "Gonna - fuck, gonna ruin you-"
His thighs tense violently, muscles locking up as he tries - and fails - to hold back. You can feel him twitching inside you, his cock pulsing in erratic little jerks as his breath hitches against your skin. "you're - hnn -you're g-gonna -" His words dissolve into a broken whine when you tighten around him again, dragging a punched out moan from his throat.
His hand slides between you, thumb circling your clit with a precision that shouldnât be possible when heâs this far gone, tipping you over with a scream that he swallows with his mouth.
He fucks you through it, rough, chasing his own release like heâll die without it.
then entire body stills , eyes rolling back as he finally, finally gives in - cuming with a choked off cry that sounds more like pain than pleasure, his hips rutting forward in tiny thrusts as he spills into you.
But even as his orgasm crashes over him, he doesn't stop - can't stop. His hands scramble to grip your thighs, dragging you impossibly closer as his hips jerk forward again, his cock still hard and twitching inside you. "it's not -fuck- s'not enough."
lee minho
the perfume must've worn off by now, 'cuz it's been hours.
You try to push back against his thigh, your arms trembling, but he groans, and in one fluid motion, he wrenches your wrists behind your back, pinning them there with one hand.
"Thought you could - hngh - get away?" His voice is a dark laugh, but it cracks halfway through, betraying the desperation beneath the bravado. His hips stutter, losing rhythm for just a second, and he groans , forehead dropping between your shoulder blades. "Fuck - youâre ruining me -"
Heâd been smirking when you first sprayed the perfume, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. "Really, baby? You think thatâs gonna work on me?"
but then it's like a switch flipped - One second he was teasing, the next he had you bent over the couch, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he ruined you.
Now, his free hand slides around your throat, holding , "Gonna - hnn - gonna fuck you stupid ," he rasps, but it sounds more like a plea than anything. His hips snap forward, and you feel him twitch inside you, again, his breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts.
The couch creaks so loud you worry it's gonna break, leather protesting under the force of his thrusts, and you try to push back against his thigh again - just to see what heâll do.
His grip on your wrists tightens instantly, fingers digging in hard " Stay still ," he orders, and then his mouth is on your neck, sucking, marking you as his. His hips jerk forward again, erratic now, and you can feel him trembling - shaking - barely holding it together.
"M-Min, please -" Your voice cracks, barely audible over the wet smack of his hips slamming into yours,
He pulls your hair sharp, tipping your head back, and his lips brush your ear. "Please what , sweetheart?" Heâs panting, voice wrecked, but thereâs that smug edge to it, "Use your words."
You whimper, and he groans like the sound punched the air from his lungs. His grip tightens almost painfully, and you can feel him twitching inside you again, so close. "Wanna cum,"
"Then cum," he growls, biting down on your shoulder again.
And you do -
you shatter around him, vision going white, and he follows with a groan, his hips stuttering wildly as he spills inside you for the nth time tonight.
seo changbin
âYou smell so good,â Changbin groans, and it's the first time he's been so turned on - so hard - by something like the mere scent of you, and the thinks you've unlocked something new in him.
âYeah?â you murmur, running your tongue along the underside in one slow, filthy stroke. His breath punches out of him like heâs been hit, fingers scrambling to fist in your hair. âYou like how I look too, or just the perfume?â
Changbin chokes - half laugh, half moan - before his head drops back against the mattress. âFuck - both, obviously - â His hips roll up, desperate, but you hold him down with a palm splayed over his stomach, relishing the way his abs jump under your touch.
âGod, please-â His voice cracks, and you finally take him into your mouth, swallowing him down until your nose brushes the wiry hair at his base. His hips stutter, thighs trembling under your grip, and you hum around him just to feel the way his whole body seizes.
his thighs quiver under your palms as you hollow your cheeks, dragging your lips up his length. A string of broken curses spills from his lips, fingers tightening in your hair - not to guide, just to hold on.
The musk of his arousal mixes with the heady sweetness clinging to your skin, and when you swipe your tongue over the slit, he whimpers, hips jerking off the bed.
âF-fuck,â His voice is ragged, breath coming in shallow pants. You take him deep again, relishing the way his cock twitches against your tongue, the salt of him thick on your taste buds. His abs flex violently when you swallow around him, a choked-off moan tearing from his throat. âGod, your mouth - shit, shit, shit-â
You pull off just to watch his face crumple, lips slick and swollen as you tease the tip with featherlight kisses. His chest heaves, eyes wild, and when you grin up at him, he makes a sound like heâs been gutted.
âPlease,â he gasps, hips canting up uselessly. âPlease, please, please-â
The desperation in his voice sends a thrill down your spine. You lick a slow stripe from base to tip, humming when his fingers spasm in your hair. âGonna-â His warning is half swallowed by a groan as you take him all the way down again, nose pressed to his pelvis, and stay there, throat working around him until his legs shake.
He comes with a sob, hips stuttering as he spills down your throat, and you swallow every last drop, lapping at the oversensitive head until heâs whimpering.
Hwang Hyunjin
The shower spray is hot, steam curling around Hyunjinâs bare shoulders as he kneels on the tiled floor, hands clamped around your thighs to hold you still.
He'd crowded you against the tiled wall, his mouth already on your neck before the showerhead even finished warming up, frantically pulling both your clothes off as his hands slid down your waist, "Fuck," he muttered, voice rough, nose dragging along your collarbone "What the hell do you have on?"
You barely had time to answer - not that you couldâve, not with the way his tongue was suddenly all over you, his hips pressing into yours with a desperation that made your breath hitch.
The saleswoman had promised the perfume would be effective, but you hadnât expected this. Hyunjinâs fingers dug into your thighs as he lifted you, your back hitting the slick tiles, and then his mouth was between your legs before you could even gasp.
His tongue was relentless, hot and wet and insistent, licking into you like he was trying to memorize your taste.
"Oh my god-" you choked out, fingers tangling in his dripping hair, tugging as his lips sealed around your clit, sucking hard enough to make your vision blur. He moaned against you, the sound muffled but filthy, hips jerking forward, grinding against your leg.
"Taste - fuck -" he slurred, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in, tongue fucking into you with a broken noise.
Water cascaded over both of you, he was too busy lapping at you like he was starved.
"Fuck, you tasteâ" he groaned against your skin, the words muffled by your flesh as his lips sealed around you again, sucking hard enough to make your toes curl against the slick tiles. You gasped, fingers tightening in his hair, tugging as his tongue pressed deeper, fucking into you with a rhythm that had your vision spotting.
"Hyuneâ" you whined, back arching off the wall, water spraying across your heated skin. He didnât let up, his hands sliding under your thighs to hike a leg higher, spreading you wider.
His nose brushed your clit as he licked a slow, filthy stripe up your slit, and you squeaked, hips bucking wildly. "God, youâre - hnn - youâre ruining me," you babbled, voice cracking as his tongue circled your clit again. your orgasm was building up, fast .
He pulled back just enough to pant against your thigh, lips slick and swollen, "Smell so good," he slurred, nuzzling into your skin like he was drunk on you, his hips rutting against your leg in frantic, aborted thrusts. "Taste even better- "
You barely had time to even breathe before his lips sealed around your clit again, and - oh god - your vision whited out. Your back arched off the wall as you came with a broken cry, his name tumbling from your lips like a prayer.
He didnât stop, tongue lapping at you through it, drinking you down, rutting against your leg-
And then he broke.
His own climax hit him, hips stuttering as he came untouched, his cock twitching against your calf, stripes of white mixing with the water running down your skin.
his forehead pressed to your stomach, whole body shuddering as he rode it out. You carded your fingers through his sopping hair, watching as he trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps before he managed,
"please tell me you bought whatever you had on"
han Jisung
"please, please donât stop," Jisung whines, voice cracking as his hands scramble uselessly at your hips, fingers slipping against your sweat slick skin. His thighs tremble under you, muscles jumping with every roll of your hips, every tight clench of your cunt around him.
Youâre both a mess - his cock twitching inside you, oversensitive and leaking, your own thighs sticky with his spend and yours, dripping down onto his stomach in a slow, obscene trickles.
The room reeks of sex, of sweat and musk and the thick, honeyed scent of that godforsaken pheromone perfume you have on that got him so putty in your hands in the first place.
"Youâre so good," he babbles, hips jerking up helplessly, chasing the drag of your walls around him even though heâs shaking with it, even though his cock is red and oversensitive and dripping.
"So pretty, so perfect - fuck, fuck, fuck, your pussyâs killing me-" His words are cut off when you grind down, the swollen head of his cock catching on that sweet spot inside you that makes your vision blur.
Youâre exhausted, this is - what, the third orgasm? fourth? you've lost count. your thighs burning, cunt throbbing with every movement.
but with the way heâs looking at you, lips bitten raw, eyes wet and pleading, tears clinging to his lashes, you canât stop. Not when he sounds like this, not when heâs begging so pretty.
His fifth (?) orgasm hits him so intensely, it's got his back arching off the bed, hands clawing at your thighs like heâs trying to ground himself, to survive it.
You feel him pulse inside you, but thereâs barely anything left to spill, just weak little spurts that make him sob,
"N-no more, please-" he chokes, but his hips stutter up anyway, betraying him, fucking shallowly into you like his bodyâs forgotten how to stop.
"You can take it," you murmur, riding him through the aftershocks of his fifth release like itâs nothing, like his cock isnât twitching pathetically inside you, oversensitive and spent.
"Câmon, baby, one more - just one. For me." You grind down, relishing the way his breath hitches, the way his hips jerk up helplessly, betraying him even as he sobs out a weak "No, no, âm gonna die-"
he looks ruined right now. it only spurrs you on, rolling your hips in tight, practiced circles, milking him dry until his sixth orgasm punches out of him with a choked gasp. Itâs barely anything this time, just a weak dribbles that leak out around him.
You settle above him, panting, thighs trembling with the effort of holding still. His chest heaves, sweat slick and flushed, his hands limp at his sides like heâs given up.
You lean down, pressing a kiss to his jaw, humming when he whimpers at the contact. "So good for me," you coo, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. "Took it so well."
His breath hitches when you shift, and then youâre moving again, slow at first, then faster, his oversensitive cock stirring inside you despite his weak protests.
His hands fly to your hips, fingers digging in, his voice cracking around a "Fuck " that turns into a broken moan halfway through.
You lean down, pressing your lips to his ear, your voice dripping with sweetness. "Think you can handle another?" His
lee felix
Felixâs thighs tremble where theyâre splayed open, his cock twitching pathetically in your hand - red and overstimulated, dripping precum onto his stomach in a messy trail.
His breath comes in shaky gasps, lips bitten raw, fingers clawing at the sheets, trying to anchor himself. "P-please - fuck - please," His voice breaks, high n' so desperate , tears welling in his lashes as you slow your strokes to a torturous crawl.
You remember the way heâd grinned when you first showed him the perfume bottle - how heâd rolled his eyes but bought it anyway because youâd pouted, because he always caves for you.
Who knew he'd be like this. His hips jerk off the bed, his cock leaking against your palm, his entire body wracked with shudders as you squeeze him justtt shy of release again.
"No - hnn - no more , I canât -" He sobs , back arching, eyelashes rimmed with tears.
his stomach is drenched , a glossy mess of precum and sweat, his abs clenching with every thrust. His cock pulsing in your hand, the head flushed dark and aching.
You brush your thumb over it, slow , just to watch his entire body jerk, his mouth falling open in a soundless scream.
his arm flew up to cover his face, ashamed of the tear spilling down his cheeks. "Y-youâre killing me -"
"You bought it for me," you murmur, and his hips twitch up helplessly. "Sâyour fault , baby."
Felix whines, a high and broken sound, his fingers tangling in the sheets like heâs trying to rip them apart.
"D-didnât - hngh - didnât know -" His words are cut off when you speed up, wrist flicking up in quick strokes, his toes curling into the mattress. "F-fuck - stop , sâtoo much -"
But you donât stop- you slow down instead, your strokes lazy, teasing, and Felix keens, his entire body bowing off the bed. "P- please ," he begs, "just - fuck - just let me cum -" His cock twitches, dripping, and you grin, " Ask nicely," you purr , and he chokes, his face flushing darker.
Felixâs breath hitches, his lips parted around ragged gasps, his eyes rolled back with desperation . "P-please," he whispers, voice breaking , "please let me cum, please-" His hips jerk up, pathetic , and you coo, "good boy ,"
Kim seungmin
gosh if Seungmin was in the right state of mind, he would be embarrassed right now.
his fingers settle against your hips - gentle at first, just the barest press of his thumbs into your skin as you rock back onto him at a pace so slow itâs cruel.
The headboard isnât even knocking. The sheets arenât even rumpled. You can feel him trembling beneath you, his thighs locked tight, his breath coming in little gasps every time you clench around him "F-fuck," he grits out, voice strained, "youâre - hnn -youâre killing me -"
and you shift backwards, just enough for your hair to brush his cheek - just enough for him to catch a whiff of you .
And then - oh - his head falls back against the pillows with a thud , his eyes rolling so far back they might stay there. "Oh," he chokes, voice gone , "oh fuck -" His hips jerk up violently, slamming into you so hard you yelp, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you upwards. "S-smell - fuck - smell so good -" His words slur together, his hips pistoning up mindlessly , his cock throbbing inside you.
"hnng- thought it 'wasn't gonna work' " you tease, grinding down, and Seungmin snaps , you don't even register him flipping you onto your back so fast the room spins .
His lips crash into yours, messy and so desperate , tongue licking into your mouth "gonna ruin you -" he gasps between kisses, his hips snapping forward with a wet slap, his cock pulsing and leaking inside you.
His hands wander, greedy, one tangling in your hair to yank your head back, the other groping at your throat , "M-mine," he murmurs, teeth scraping your jaw, "all fucking mine -"
yang jeongin
Jeongin hates you.
At least, thatâs what he keeps saying into your skin between desperate bites - his hips pistoning into you from behind so hard the bed screeches across the floor.
"f-fuck" His voice cracks , stuttering , his cock twitching inside you "H-hate you - hate how you smell -"
And itâs hilarious , really, because he was the one who bought it for you.
Jeongin had shoved the little black box into your hands two days ago, muttering something about "thought you'd like it."
The box was sleek, expensive-looking, the kind of thing that made your brows raise when you peeled back the velvet lining. Pheromone Amplifier, the label read in delicate silver script. For enhanced attraction - effects may vary.
Idiot. He hadnât even read the fine print.
Now? His teeth are sunk into your shoulder, his hips slamming into yours like heâs trying to punish you for his own mistake.
"Sâyour fault," he hisses, voice wrecked, his hands clawing at your waist, pulling you back onto him, "Shouldâve - hngh - shouldâve thrown it away -"
You laugh between a moan, grinding back just to hear him whine, and he stops , flipping you onto your back so fast the room spins. His pupils are blown , lips swollen from biting them, his cock throbbing where he quickly sheathed it back nside you.
"Sânot funny ," he gasps, his hips are already stuttering , his rhythm falling apart as he chases his release.
His forehead drops to yours, his breath hot against your lips, and when you clench around him , he sobs , his entire body locking up. "N-no - stop " His voice is shattered, raw, his hips jerking forward helplessly. "gonna cum too fast-"
You wrap your legs around his waist to trap him, and Jeongin cums with a moan , his cock pulsing inside you as he spills, his body collapsing onto yours, "H-hate you," he whispers , but his arms are wrapped around you, his face buried in your neck, his lips pressing shaky kisses to your skin.
"it's your fault," he mumbles, and you laugh, running your fingers through his sweat damp hair.
"You bought it," you remind him, and Jeongin groans , his hips twitching against yours, heâs already hard again?
"shut up ," he whines, but heâs pulling you closer, his mouth sealing over yours in a messy, desperate kiss. "... Again ."
A/N: inspo from a TikTok I saw. This includes the mention of kids that already exist and future children to be made. Enjoy đ
âThe next person to make a mess, is getting put to bed! Knock it off!â
The sheer volume of Chanâs voice sent the house into silence. Your children choosing to sit on the couch instead of instigate the simmering rage of their father.
You on the other hand, got a bright idea. A fantastic idea, if you will.
The shredded cheese you were supposed to be sprinkling on your salad was now on the floor beside your feet.
A soft âoopsâ as you glanced at your husband, whose eyes darted up at you over his glass of water.
Your name was a warning on his lips, hung in the air almost like he dared you to go further.
You shrugged, beginning to toss your salad, doing more spilling than mixing as your attempt at a healthy lunch flew in the air.
âOh myâŚsuch a mess Iâm making.â
Thank god kids were like zombies to television because by the time he yanked you upstairs and his hand cracked harshly against your ass, you knew where this was heading.
âStubborn thing arenât you?â He chides as he settles his weight on top of you, teasing his length between your folds. âMaking messes in the kitchen and in the sheets.â
Your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you try to hide your whines, morphing into a quiet cry when he finally sunk inside your tense walls.
âCan you blame me? You sound so hot when youâre trying to be mean.â
Every thrust heâd delivered was punishing, knocking the wind from your lungs and effectively making your toes curl.
Your nails dug deep into his back as you cried in the crook of his neck.
âFeel that?â He breathed as his hand pressed right under your belly, where his dick made its home in your womb.
âMmmhm.â Your eyes rolled as his teeth nipped your neck, the faint clink of his chains against your chest.
âGonna put you fast asleepâŚmight put another baby in there too since you like testing me.â Your pussy clenches at the thought and he chuckles. âLike that donât you? Already got two and youâre greedy for another?â
â M not greedy.â You protest, tho your legs around his hips preventing him from pulling out say otherwise.
He doesnât argue with you further, instead opting to move his hand down until itâs nudging your clit, rubbing it in hurried circles.
What kind of husband would he be if he couldnât get his wife to shut up and cum?
You shudder around his length, your pussy clenching for dear life as a creamy white forms around his base.
âThere it is, pretty girlâŚthatâs it, close your eyes. Let me work.â
He presses the softest kiss to your cheek as he slows his thrusts almost torturously, dragging out the high of your orgasm as long as possible before heâs filling you himself.
ŕż the party & the after party - ft.hyunchan (MDNI!)
You donât know how long itâs been. an hour? Two hours?
You lost track when Chan first pushed you back onto the bed, his mouth hot against yours, while Hyunjinâs hands slid up your thighs. Time blurred when they switched - Hyunjinâs lips capturing yours, all tongue and teeth, while Chanâs breath ghosted over your stomach, going lower, lower, until you arched off the mattress with a choked gasp.
Then it was Chan pinning you down, fingers tight around your wrists, as Hyunjinâs mouth worked between your legs. You whimpered, thighs trembling, but Chan just shushed you, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone like he was soothing you even as he held you in place.
When they swapped again - Hyunjinâs weight pressing you into the sheets, his hands roaming - you barely had time to catch your breath before Chanâs tongue dragged up your slit, slow and filthy, and you sobbed into Hyunjinâs shoulder.
Now, one of them - you dont remember who - turned on a playlist, some song by the weeknd playing in the background. youâre sprawled across Hyunjinâs lap, his cock hard beneath you, his fingers playing idly with your nipples, twisting, making you squirm.
Chan is inbetween your spread legs, one hand gripping your hip, the other guiding himself into you with a low groan. âFuck,â he mutters, sliding in deep, and you gasp, head tipping back against Hyunjinâs chest.
Chanâs fingers tighten on your hip, pulling you down onto him, and you choke out a moan as he starts moving, slow at first, then deeper, rougher. âYou take it so well,â Hyunjin murmurs in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His thumbs circle your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks before pinching just hard enough to make you whimper.
Hyunjinâs hand drifts lower, fingertips tracing circles over your stomach before dipping between your legs. His touch is light, teasing, just barely brushing your clit until you jerk against him with a sharp gasp. âOh my- Fuckkâ you whine, hips bucking involuntarily, but Chanâs grip tightens on your waist, holding you steady as he thrusts deeper, dragging a ragged moan from your throat.
Chanâs hands slide up your body, fingers tracing the curve of your throat before settling there, pressing justtt hard enough to make your breath hitch. His grip tightens as he fucks into you harder, his hips snapping forward in a rhythm that has your vision blurring.
Hyunjinâs fingers circle your clit faster, the pressure building until youâre writhing between them, gasping for air that wonât come.
âPlease-â you manage, voice ragged, but Chan just shakes his head, âYou can take it,â he murmurs, his own breath uneven. âJust a little longer.â His thrusts stutter, deeper now, and you choke on a moan, nails digging into Hyunjinâs thigh.
Hyunjin exhales sharply against your ear, âSo fucking pretty like this,â he murmurs, voice full of admiration. His palm slides up your chest, tracing the curve of your breast before cradling your jaw, tilting your face toward his. âso perfect,â he breathes, and then his mouth is on yours, tongue sliding against yours in a slow, filthy drag. You moan into the kiss, the sound swallowed by his lips, as Chanâs hips snap forward, filling you so deep your toes curl.
Hyunjin breaks the kiss just enough to pant against your lips, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. âLove hearing you,â he says, âLove feeling you shake.â His hand drops back to your breast, squeezing just shy of too hard, and you arch into it with a gasp, your hips rocking back against Chanâs thrusts.
âI canât- I canât take it,â you gasp, voice cracking, your body strung tight between them. âPlease, please let me-â
Chanâs grip on your throat eases just enough for you to drag in a shuddering breath. His hips slow, grinding deep inside you instead of pulling out, his cock twitching where heâs buried to the hilt. âYou wanna cum?â he murmurs. His other hand slides down your body, fingertips tracing the sweat-slick curve of your waist before settling between your legs, pressing hard against Hyunjinâs fingers still circling your clit. âYou wanna come on my cock while he plays with you?â
You whimper, your whole body trembling, the words catching in your throat. âYes or no, baby,â Chan asks, his hips rocking forward, the drag of his cock inside you slow, maddening. His breath hitches when you clench around him, your thighs shaking. âyou're gonna have to say it.â
You sob, your hips bucking uselessly between them, oversensitive,âYes- yes, please,â you gasp, the words slurred, your voice breaking. âPlease let me cum, please-â
Chanâs grip tightens on your throat just enough to cut off your next whimper, his hips snapping forward in one sharp, brutal thrust. âThen cum, babyâ he says, and thatâs all it takes- your body seizes, pleasure ripping through you so hard your vision whites out.
his rhythm stutters, his hips grinding deep as he groans, his cock pulsing inside you. You feel him cum, the hot spill of it, the way his fingers dig into your hip hard enough to bruise.
Hyunjinâs hand leaves your breast, sliding down to press against your stomach, right where Chanâs cock is buried inside you, and you sob at the pressure, oversensitive, âFuck,â Chan breathes, his voice thick, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he rides out his orgasm, his thrusts slowing to lazy, rolling grinds.
Hyunjinâs fingers curl into your hair, tilting your head back against his chest as he murmurs, âGood girl,â against your temple, his lips brushing your skin. His other hand still works your clit, slow now, drawing out the last waves of your orgasm until youâre squirming.
Before you can catch your breath, Chanâs hands are on your hips again, flipping you over with a rough, effortless tug. The sheets scrape against your stomach as he maneuvers you onto your knees.
Your face lands inches from Hyunjinâs cock, the heat of it against your cheek. You donât hesitate- your mouth opens, tongue dragging along the underside before taking him in. Hyunjin groans, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you deeper. Chanâs cock slides back into you from behind, just as a new song plays.
a/n: gov ball hyunchan made me do it now you guys deal with the aftermath #thankyouforcumming
Synopsis: Fortunately, in this bedroom, no one else exists.
warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, softdom!hyunjin, fem!reader, unprotected sex (assume reader is on birth control lol), jealous hyune, cute slutty lingerie, makeshift bondage, gets real sweet at the end, cream pie, pretty vanilla ngl
Date night never really went according to plan with you and Hyunjin. For as long as you started dating, which has been a long while, Thursday nights were designated days for the two of you to spend time together, being that it was his break in his long weeks where he specifically asked for off. It was the sweetest gesture, you thanked him every Thursday for making the time.
Lately, every Thursday he ended up apologizing. Not for anything he did on purpose, but because nothing he plans really ends up following through. Hyunjin is a romantic at heart no matter how much he tries to hide it. He attempts to take you on wonderful sunset picnics, bike rides along the river, or other fun couple things that you could do together. Emphasis on couples.
Hyunjinâs consistent Thursday leave of absences encouraged the rest of his members to follow suit, the other three men he lived with deciding that Thursday nights were designated rest days for all of them. That put a strain on your and his date nights. It made your boyfriend annoyed to no end that he couldnât have one peaceful day of the week with you all for himself. No, he was forced to share you.
Him? Share you? Hyunjin wouldnât have it.Â
Thursday nights went from date night to game night, couple outings into group outings with his roommates. Yes, Chan, Changbin, and Jisung are his best friends. Yes, he knows that he should be ecstatic that his friends enjoy your company. But in absolutely no way is he happy about how much they want to be around you.
Hyunjin is the jealous type, heâs admitted it to you on more than one occasion, but thatâs more in a romantic sense. This is him being jealous that his friends want to hang out with you more than they want to hang out with him. And he hates that they say it to his face.
This Thursday, Hyunjin had devised a new, fool-proof plan to have you for himself. He wasnât going to tell the guys what time he was leaving or where he was taking you, he didnât even bother telling you the details, claiming it to be a surprise.
One hell of a surprise, Hyunjin had picked you up and taken you to your favorite bar for a few drinks. Since it was the first time in a while youâd been alone together outside of his room, he suggested a bit of role playing, pretending to be strangers meeting for the first time at the bar, and you were beyond excited. He knew how this night was going to end and it was going to be fucking magical! Right?
Of course not, because he has the worst best friends ever.
You were sitting at the bar counter in a gorgeous black dress, your pretty legs crossed and looking unbothered as you sipped a fruity, pink drink. The cute black heels you were wearing were a gift from your boyfriend for your anniversary, something you only wore on special occasions
Hyunjin had walked into the bar as soon as you had gotten your drink and was watching you from a booth off to the side, keeping a close eye on the way the men around you ogled your body. He hated every second of it. All he wanted was to wrap his arms around you and hold you hostage with his kisses so everyone knew who you belonged to. You were quick to dismiss any advances from these desperate assholes, making his heart swell a bit with pride no matter how anxious it made him. This is part of the game, rewards outweigh the shitty build up.
The way you were nonchalantly looking at your nails and admiring the polish was a sign that you were getting tired of waiting, so Hyunjin made his way over. He talked you up, pulled out all the stops and made you blush like the first time all over again. Things were going well, a bit too well that it had raised goosebumps on his arms in suspicion. Just when he was going to shake the thoughts from his head and live in the moment, the door to the bar burst open and in walked the three people he wanted to avoid tonight.
âIâm sure theyâll be here! This place has Y/Nâs favorite drinkâ oh! There they are! Y/N, Hyunjin, hiiiiiii!â A heavy sigh came from the both of you, looking at one another knowingly and giving up on the strangers act.Â
Jisung skipped through the bar with the two others on his tail. He hugged you first, then coddled up to Hyunjin when your boyfriend gave him the stink eye. âWhat are you doing here?â Hyunjin faked sincerity, speaking the words through his teeth as he slung his arm around your waist and held you tight.
âYou didnât tell us where you went after practice. Thought weâd find you here,â Changbin took a seat on the other side of you, calling the bartender over and ordering.
As frustrated as he was, Hyunjin did his best to keep a cool face. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass you by blowing up, defaulting to keeping quiet and letting you do most of the talking.
You knew what tonight meant to him, even if heâd kept what he had planned a secret, it was only with pure intentions. Hyunjin was always easy to read when he was displeased, feeling it especially in the way he gripped your thigh under the counter. To ease him a bit, you guided his hand upwards until he felt the single garter around your thigh. His face perked up in surprise, eyes growing wide as he looked at you. Hyunjin didnât let his eyes track down to see the garter, not wanting to draw attention from his friends. His mind definitely wasnât on the date crashers anymore.Â
In fact, he was so distracted that he wasnât paying attention when Chan had asked him a question. Your hand lightly stopping his fiddling of the textured lace brought Hyunjin back to earth. âHm?â
âChannie asked you a question, baby,â you said with a kind smile. You were much more patient than he was, turned on just by the tone of your voice when you spoke.
Your boyfriend blankly looked at the brunette standing behind you. âI asked if I could borrow Y/N to be my wingwoman,â Chan repeated, âjust for a bit. Youâll have your hand up their dress again before you know it.â Chan had thrown in that last bit just to mess with the blonde, who was already at his wits end.
Squeezing Hyunjinâs hand, you tilted your head and awaited his response. Normally, you arenât the type to take unnecessary orders, but your boyfriend needed the little bit of control since the night went haywire.
âIâd rather not, tonight. Kinda wanted to spend some time together⌠alone.â
Now, you werenât going to be the one to tell the three how you and Hyunjin were feeling, but the balls it took for him to do it, you had to applaud him. You squeezed his hand a bit tighter in approval.
The three others went quiet for a moment, unsure of what to do and Jisung coughing to fill the void. Changbin suddenly downed his drink and placed it upside down on the counter, patting Chanâs back as they agreed that theyâll sit in a booth on the other side of the room.
You and Hyunjin were left alone again. His head fell into your neck as he pulled you in for a tight, brief hug. âNever let me talk back to them alone ever again, that was scary,â he whined and let his hand slip into yours.
âItâs okay. You have me all for yourself now.â Leaning forward, you planted a peck to his lips in appreciation for his effortsâ no matter how small.Â
âI almost didnât! Itâs like theyâre stealing you from me on purpose.â Hyunjin sulked back in his chair just a little, but enough for you to take note of.
âTheyâre just lonely, baby. Not everyone has a smoking hot girlfriend to show off like you do,â nudging him on the shoulder, you offered him a sip of your drink.
Letting the sweet taste linger on his tongue, Hyunjin cringed as you switched your drinks to finish his, knowing he wouldnât now that heâd had a taste of yours. You always happily switched drinks considering he was a lightweight anyway but was too proud to ever admit he always liked the ones mixed with sprite and fruity syrups better. He curled his lips in a thankful, appreciative smile.
âI know. But canât they get some by themselves? Why do they need you?â He tilted his head onto his hand and visibly sulked with a notoriously cute pout to his lips.
âBecause none of you have game. Like zero. You barely bagged me.â
âWhat?! Not true!â
âItâs so true it hurts. But it doesnât matter, you somehow managed to woo me anyway. Besides, who cares if they need a wingwoman for one night,â You leaned into his exposed neck, fingertips grazing his thigh and whispered, âeveryone knows the sex feels better when you love each other.â
Grabbing his (your) drink, Hyunjin downed what was left and immediately stole your hand to lead you away. From across the bar, he yelled at the trio, âdonât come home!â
Before he could drag you out the door, you stopped him to go up to the person that Chan was eyeing earlier. Youâd only mentioned that he thought they were cute and told them his favorite drink, sending them his way. âYouâre way too nice to them,â Hyunjin murmured as the person walked up to the trioâs table, pulling you away before you could see the result.Â
The drive home was unbearably long. To pass the timeâ which in reality was probably only about fifteen minutesâ you let your hand caress his thigh, squeezing at red lights and dragging your nails over the fabric of his pants. Hyunjin didnât dismiss your advancements, but rather egged you on and shot you a grinning, provocative smirk whenever youâd get close to his crotch, both taking note of the swelling bulge.Â
You couldnât even get out of the car yourself when you rolled up to the apartment, Hyunjin had quickly put it in park and ran around the side to open your door and lift you out. Princess style he carried you into the building and up the elevator until reaching the front door, the only time he put you down to open the door but threw you over his shoulder immediately after. With your ass next to his head, he turned to bite your hip through the fabric, making you squeal as his big hands pushed your dress higher and higher as he paraded you through the apartment.
Stripping you is his favorite part. He loves the build up, loves watching you squirm as he stares almost too intensely. Getting you alone had been his only goal of the night, having you all for himself now, he didnât know where to start.
He tossed you onto the bed as you giggled, watching your dress ride higher when you laid on your back. Your bare legs were on display and hair swirled about the mattress like a halo, so pretty against his white sheets. The amount of time to get you like this felt worth it as you smiled up at him and hiked your dress around your waist.
The underwear you had on made his mouth drool. Was that your bare cunt? Oh, it is.
âBaby⌠what the fuck are you wearing?â It was rhetorical, Hyunjin knew exactly what you were wearing and his brain was short circuiting just looking at you.
âToo much?â You asked, snapping the band against your hip.
This was his little treat for being so patient, lingerie is your boyfriendâs guilty pleasure. It was only once in a while heâd be rewarded with something as skimpy as this. It could hardly be classified as lingerie, the garter around your thigh had more material than the underwear itself. Black straps criss-crossed over your hips and left zero to none to the imagination, serving as more like glorified ribbon than underwear. Hyunjinâs mouth watered at the way it hugged the nook between your inner thigh and mound, pussy looking deliciously puffy and glistening.
âNot enough. Take this off,â his hands were on you in a second, flipping you to unzip your dress and get rid of it entirely, but not without a few kneads and slaps to your ass.
As if your underwear wasnât enthralling enough, the top made your boyfriend absolutely feral. Your chest was hardly covered by the crossing black material that wrapped around your neck in a halter fashion like bandages. Though, the width of the top was short, nipples ever so slightly peaking out. If he had known that the visible detail heâd noticed at the bar was part of a set and not your dress, Hyunjin wouldâve taken you home so much sooner.
âYou look so sinful, sweetheart. Where did you get all this?â Hyunjin snapped the garter against your thigh, making you wince with a smile.
âGot it online, but I think it might be the wrong size. It looks a bit small, right?â You pushed your boobs together, hinting.
âHm, need a closer look.â
Hyunjin kneeled onto the bed and spread your legs, climbing between them until he reached your chest to nuzzle his face between your breasts. He bit into the skin surrounding the material, licking your nipples through it and feeling them pebble beneath his tongue. Lightly teething the nub, Hyunjinâs big hands felt up and down your torso to pull you in impossibly closer. You could feel his clothed erection against your crotch, grinding against one another in need. It was getting harder for both of you to keep control, more for you than him seeing as you were the only one naked. When you tried to pull his head up and undress him, Hyunjin tutted against you. âDonât rush me, baby. Iâve waited too long to have you like this.â
âYou say that like you donât see me naked almost every day.â
âAlmost every day isnât enough. Gonna ruin all your clothes so you have to walk around naked all the time. Just for me.â He took the top off you with little to no effort seeing as he ripped it at the seams. The tearing sound of the fabric riled you up even more, bucking up into him. âYouâre just for me. Never letting anyone near you. Mine.â
His words came with loving bites to your skin, anywhere and everywhere up and down your arms, your chest, covering your spine when he flipped you on your stomach again. Things escalated even quicker as Hyunjin hiked your hips up and positioned you with your head in the pillows, using the two pieces of your wrecked top to tie your wrists to your ankles. Only the flimsy, teeny tiny straps for underwear covered you, not even doing that properly as your arousal dripped down the insides of your thighs.
When he had you exactly the way he wanted, Hyunjin stayed behind you, out of sight. You tried to crane your neck to catch a glimpse of him, but to no avail. You could hear him unbuckling his belt, piece by piece of clothes hitting the floor. Yet, you couldnât see anything. When you whined, calling your boyfriendâs name, he chuckled darkly.
âYou did this for me, didnât you? Got dressed up pretty, put on the sluttiest thing you own for me to take off, right? Stop whimpering, dolls are meant to be good.â You moaned in confirmation, gently swaying your hips back and forth. It seemed to have lured him in, feeling both his hands take hold of you to keep you still. When you were going to tell him to hurry up, Hyunjin nudged at your exposed bundle of nerves with his nose and sucked in a deep breath. âMmm, yeah⌠made for me.â
âBaby, please.â
âWho do you belong to?â His fingers traced the outline of your cunt, playfully spreading your puffy pussy lips with long fingers and avoiding touching you where you wanted.
âYou.â The response earned you a featherlight circle around your entrance, you wouldnât have felt it if not for every nerve in your body being on fire.
âSay it again.â
âIâm yours.â
âDamn fucking right, you are.â
He licked a broad stripe up the center of your cunt, licking up every bit of your essence to coat his tongue. Hyunjin let out a deep groan upon tasting you, losing every last bit of his resolve when your hole clenched around nothing. He had taken off everything except for his white button down, leaving it undone as unable to be bothered with it.Â
Moving to get on his knees behind you, he slicked his aching cock between your folds, head falling back upon feeling your warmth. You kicked your hips back, wanting more than what he was giving, though he stopped your desperate attempts as soon as they started. âStay still, doll. Be a good toy for me.â
You let out one more soft moan, using every bit of energy you had to do as he asked. Hyunjin admired you for another moment with his cock in his hand, stroking himself slowly at the sight of you, pretty and tied up and quietly begging for him to claim you. Smirking to himself, proud, he pushed the blunt head of his dick against your entrance and his entire body shivered. You were right, sex never feels as good as it does when youâre in love. To him, itâll never get better than with you.
Slowly did he sink further into your cunt, burying to the hilt and falling still as he tried to compose himself. You clenched around him tighter, erratically, and it drew out more strings of moans from his lips, even louder than yours.
Hyunjin moved lazily, savoring every bit of your slick, hot walls. Hyunjin was always a tease, mostly because he loved when you began to disobey. He not-so-secretly made it difficult for you, every bit of him enjoying when he could fuck you back into obedience. So he let you move on your own, thrusting back onto his cock slowly, but still faster than the pace he originally set.
Wetness and his moans drowned out your own, you tried to at least do one thing he asked by keeping your voice down. Though, you were a sucker for the way he whined and never held back. Hyunjin has always made the prettiest noises, especially when he was feeling particularly possessive like now.
The motions of your cunt was making him slowly lose his mind, unsure if heâd be able to keep up the dominating facade. You did this thing with your cunt that made him feel like a cow getting milked, precum seeping from his tip with every push and pull and stimulating him to no end. It was so good that it felt almost painful, the heaviness in his balls was weighing down on his whole body, if he didnât release the pressure Hyunjin was sure heâd explode.
Having enough he rocked into you steadily for a second before taking hold of your hips and letting himself succumb to the grip of your cunt. You convulsed around him so wonderfully wet, unrelentingly and creaming every pull out spreading the white ring further to cover your swollen lips. You were so messy and beautiful and sweaty and sexy how you moaned his name at the speed of his thrusts picking up, Hyunjin no longer cared to pretend that he wasnât craving the feeling of your lips, the only thing keeping him from blowing his loadâ he couldnât without it.
You hadnât finished your sentence before he hastily began to set you free, shaking and struggling to undo the knots because he was so excited. That was why he was so in love with you, you knew him better than he knew himself. He always suspected it was because you could read his mind, but later realized that no, itâs just because youâre one on the same. If he had to put together a genderbent version of himself, heâd just be describing you.
âCâmere,â he immediately got you on your back and tangled his limbs around you, pressed chest to chest and lips finally colliding. Hyunjin kisses like heâs starved of them, as if he doesnât kiss you every day and someoneâs waiting in the shadows to snatch you away for good, always passionate and always filled with love.
For a little, neither of you were focused on the aching between your bodies, caught up in the feeling of the way he slotted against you so smooth and plush. His hands carding through your hair only to tug your face closer made the arousal shiver through your spine again and cant your cunt against his leaking cock. Hyunjin didnât break away when his slung your one leg around his hip and blindly entered you once more. You could feel the goosebumps raise along his skin when he did, moaning into your mouth like a pornstar.
Such a contrast in the carnal way he took you moments ago to how painstakingly gentle his hips stole away and flushed fully against yours now. He never failed to make you feel like the only person heâs ever known, the only one heâll ever see. His kisses were a fully loaded gun that just needed someone to pull the trigger.
It couldâve been minutes or hours that Hyunjin slackly used his entire body weight to press his cock against the sweet spot within you and the warm skin of his pelvis dragging across your clit. That paired with his ravaging lips and whiney, whimpered moans made you smell colors at this point, feeling millions of stars tingling in your fingertips and toes until you finally tipped over the edge. Your heel dug into his back to keep him lodged in your pussy as you rode out the orgasm. He swore that heâd talked to whatever god was out there because of how intense his own high was, feeling his soul practically getting milked out of his body and deposited into yours.
Maybe not his soul, but definitely a big load of something else.
The two of you stayed like this until you could feel both your heartbeats return to normal and he softened within you. Foreheads sweatily pressed together and your nails raking up and down his back, Hyunjin was suddenly bursting with energy once again. He let his body collapse on top of you and wrangled to take off his dress shirt so the two of you were just about entirely naked.
âTired?â He mumbled against you, falling to the side and taking you with him to cuddle tighter. You nodded and snuggled into his chest. âDonât sleep yet. I wanna talk with you.â
âAbout what?â The words barely intelligible as your eyes shut.
âAnything, everything. We need to get more shampoo.â
âIâll pick some up tomorrow. Do you want the regular one you use orââ
âWhichever you usually get.â
You hummed in response, getting distracted by his hands gently massaging your skin. âWait⌠do you use my shampoo?â
âMhm. And your body wash, your lotion, sometimes your face moisturizer when I feel like it.â
âBuy the jumbo size of the shampoo!â A muffled voice from outside the room called. You and Hyunjin both jumped and scrambled to toss the covers over your bare bodies.
âMore lotion too! Youâre all out,â called a second.
âDo all of you use my stuff?â You responded, rolling on your back and unintentionally letting your boyfriendâs flaccid cock slip from your pussy, him cringing at the feeling. Hyunjin huffed and flopped himself on top of you again to stay close.
âYes!â Hyunjin and the two outside the door answered, the knob jiggled.
Hyunjin shot a cold look at the door, âwhat did we say about personal space?â
âChannie hyung left us at the bar. Let us in!â
Changbin and Jisung knocked and twisted the locked door until Hyunjin caved. He handed you his white button up as you grabbed some napkins to wipe away whatever was leaking out of you then tossing it in the trash, sighing and sitting up against the headboard. When you were in the clear, he gave you a clean pair of boxers to put on just in case, though not bothering to put any on himself.
As soon as the door was unlocked, the two stragglers burst in and threw themselves at the end of Hyunjinâs bed. Your boyfriend looked at you from behind them, lulling his head back in slight annoyance until youâre open arms beckoned him to return by your side. His nakedness didnât seem to affect the other two as he crawled under the sheets and snuggled into you.
âYouâll never believe the balls on Channie hyung. Y/N, youâd be so disappointed if you heard his pick up lines,â Jisung laid across your legs, head perched in his hands while Changbin sat behind him.
Hyunjin was just listening now to your conversation with his roommates. He didnât get the night he wanted, but at the end of the day, he didnât need it. As long as you always held him like you were now, mindlessly braiding his hair and giving his kisses to the top of his head every few minutes, he didnât mind if his friends wanted to rant to you about their days.
As you chit chatted with Changbin and Jisung for a bit longer, you could feel Hyunjin dozing off, his breathing getting deeper in your lap. The two seemed to notice as your voice dropped to a whisper, and eventually, they let themselves out, leaving you with your sleeping boyfriend.
You tried to get comfortable next to him again, but Hyunjin stirred and only held you tighter. âBaby, let me under the blanket. Iâm cold,â you cooed, stroking his cheek.
âAre they gone?â there was a raspiness in his voice that made you giggle and mutter, âyes.â
Hyunjin rolled away for a few seconds until he could wrap around you again. âWhat happened to wanting to talk with me?â You laughed, kissing his cheek and getting comfortable for the last time.
âJusâ wanna hold you now.â He nuzzled into your neck like a cat leaving his scent, ânever letting them in my room ever again.â
âMhm, bedroom is off limits now.â
ââŚbut please get the jumbo sized shampoo. I really like the smell. And the boââ
âThe body wash and the lotion. I got you, baby.â
The sound of skin against skin echoed against the walls along with your moans mixed with Hyunjins grunts.
Your shirt was bunched up above your chest, his hands groping your tits while his other rested on the bed next to you. Eyeâs half shut as he looked down at you.
âFeel so good,â He moaned. Feeling you clench around him at the praise.
Your hands gripped the sheets, toes curling as he hit that spot in you repeatedly- and the visual above you.
Sweat painting his face, mixing with his hair and causing a few strands to stick to his face. Eyeâs half shut. Hair slightly messed from his fallen and forgotten hat. Lips kissed swollen- and his STAY lock-key necklace dangling from around his neck.
You hooked your finger around the jewelry, lifting your arm with effort as the pleasure shooting through your body made you weak.
Hyunjin didnât notice until he felt the pressure on the back of his neck, glancing down and seeing you pulling gently at the necklace.
He grinned, shifting. âWhat? You want a kiss?â He cooed teasingly with a smirk, setting down onto his forearms. Chest pressing against yours. âHm?â
You didnât reply, simply reached up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Cold of his necklace resting against your neck.
He groaned into the kiss, hips faltering before speeding up.
âYouâre insatiable.â He grinned into the kiss, pulling away to catch his breath before his lips were on yours again.
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you were supposed to be working.
the heavy textbook was still sitting open on the corner of your desk, its pages completely ignored. instead of highlighting important sentences, you were laying face down, hips arched high off the mattress of your bed, while the quiet guy from your lecture series single-handedly ruined your ability to think straight.
hwang hyunjin had always been an unreadable fixture in the back row of your lecture hall. with his dark hair falling across his eyes, sharp jawline, and an aloof aura that kept everyone at a distance, you had taken a quiet, intense liking to him from day oneâalthough your friends never really understood what you saw in him. to everyone else he was a total weirdo, but you never thought so.
so when your professor paired you two up together to work on a projectâyou decided this was going to be your chance to make your move on him.
you never expected to find out what he was like behind closed doorsâunderneath that nonchalantness he always moved around with. now, you knew exactly how he could be.
he rammed his thick length relentlessly in and out of you. every deep thrust drove his metal barbell piercing straight through your hyper-sensitive walls. the sensation was delicious torture, the freezing metal offering a sharp, shocking contrast to the suffocating, white-hot heat of your sopping wet core.
hot tears streamed down your face, your throat catching on a ragged sob each time his hips slammed home against your backside.
âhyun- ah! wait,â you slurred your words, completely drunk on the intoxicating pleasure rolling through your veins.
his large hands ran possessively up and down your bare back. whenever he leaned down to press a wet, lingering kiss onto your shoulder blades, you could feel the biting coolness of his lip piercing against your flushed skin.
"wait?" he murmured against your neck "is it too much for you, sweetheart, hm?"
though the question sounded gentle, he made absolutely no effort to slow down. in fact, he redoubled the force of his thrusts, his long fingers sliding down between your thighs to rub circles over your aching clit. you stared down through your tear-blurred vision at his handâthe exact same fingers you had been daydreaming about while sitting next to him at your desk earlier that day. they were painted a glossy black with intricate nail art, and through the haze of your pleasure, you made a frantic mental note to ask him to paint yours exactly like that later.
"nooo- fuck," you babbled incoherently, barely aware of what was coming out of your mouth. "itâs just... wan' you to never stop. feels s'good..."
you weren't even sure if he understood your rambling. you didn't care much anyway; you were far too busy trying to fight back the impending wave of your orgasm, desperately not wanting to cum so embarrassingly quick.
through the haze of your pleasure, you registered a chuckle behind you. you turned your head around to glance back at him through your tear-blurred vision. he was looking down at you, his eyes hooded, his lips parted as he took in the ruin he was making of you.
âyouâre gonna cum already? fuck, thatâs hot,â he groaned.
you let out a high-pitched, pathetic whine as he shifted his angle, the heavy metal of his piercing hitting your sweet spot so flawlessly it made your brain go entirely blank.
âyes- mmph, shit! fucking me so good,â you sobbed, a fresh wave of tears gathering and running freely down your flushed cheeks.
suddenly, he pulled completely out of you. before you could even let out a single sound of protest at the sudden emptiness, his hands locked onto your hips. he flipped your body around onto your back with effortless control and immediately slammed back into you, bottoming out instantly. the abundance of your wetness made the impact produce an embarrassingly loud, squelching sound that echoed through the quiet room.
it was as if he had never left at all. his hips picked up the same brutal, relentless pace, but the new face-to-face angle made you approach your orgasm all the quicker. your eyelids fluttered, starting to shut on their own as the overwhelming friction dragged you over the edge.
before you could even warn him, you were coming. you gushed hard around him, your tight walls clenching down on his dick so violently that he completely stopped, momentarily trapped by the intense, pulsing suction of your climax.
âfuck, youâre a sight,â hyunjin panted, his voice completely breathless as he stared down at you.
and you definitely were. your face was completely wrecked with pleasure, your cheeks glistening with tears, your chest heaving frantically up and down while your thighs trembled so hard around his waist it seemed your body couldn't decide whether it wanted him locked inside or pushed out.
your mind quickly decided on the latter, your hips rolling up to chase his warmth.
hyunjin let out a strained groan, the violent clenching of your walls pushing him right past his own limit. realizing he couldn't hold back any longer, he gripped your thighs tightly, pulling himself out of your tight heat at the absolute last second. he grunted, his upper body tensing as he came heavily all over the outside of your pussy, the thick, white heat of his release coating your puffy cunt.
he collapsed down beside you on the tangled sheets, both of your chests heaving in the quiet room as your heartbeats slowly tried to sync back down to a normal rhythm.
you blinked through the fading haze, the cool air hitting your damp skin. the empty ache inside you returned almost instantly, the lingering phantom sensation of his metal piercing making you twitch restlessly.
âhyunjin,â you whined, reaching out blindly to tug at the hem of his dark graphic tee, your voice small and needy. âmore. please. need moreâ
hyunjin let out a breathy, exhausted chuckle, rolling onto his side to look at you. he ran his fingers through his messy dark hair, a lazy, incredibly fond smirk pulling at his lips. âsweetheart, i just fucked you. you want more, already?â
âuh-huhâ
âinsatiable little thing,â he murmured, leaning over to kiss your forehead before pulling you right back into his chest.
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"just the tip," you breathe, the words a soft plea against his lips. they're swollen and tender from his kisses, and his fingers gently brush a stray strand of hair from your flushed cheek. you're laying so pretty under him, your pupils blown wide, face flushed.
hyunjin clicks his tongue, shaking his head, a small, regretful smile playing on his lips. "sorry, love. no can do."
a frustrated whine escapes you, a puff of warm air against his skin. "but⌠why?"
"because," he says, his thumbs lightly tracing the curve of your jaw, "it never ends up being just the tip. the second i try to do what you want, i know i'll cave." he playfully squishes your cheeks together, forcing a pout that doesn't quite reach your heated eyes.
"well, is that such a bad thing?" you ask, your voice thick with lust. "don't you want to have sex with me?"
"obviously, i wanna have sex with you," hyunjin says, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he rolls his eyes. "i just⌠i want us to take it slow, okay?"
you groan, throwing your head back in exasperation. "seriously? we've been taking it slow. just. the. tip. baby steps, right?"
hyunjin chews on his bottom lip, feeling ashamed for even considering it. he'd promised himself he wouldn't rush this, that he'd give you the best first time possible. you deserve that.
but then there you are. his girl. right here. your discarded shirt lies on the floor, and the lace of your bra does little to hide the tempting press of your perky nipples. it isn't entirely his fault if his resolve is crumbling.
and crumble it does.
"just the tip," he repeats, his voice a husky murmur, his gaze dropping and then flicking back to yours, heavy with unspoken need. he's hovering over you now, the slick head of his cock aligned perfectly with your glistening pussy.
"yeah, yeah," you mumble, impatient, your hands reaching up to hook around his neck, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
"baby, i mean it," he says, his eyes locked on yours, a warning and a plea all in one.
"uh-huh. can you just⌠can you put it in now?"
hyunjin sighs, the sound laced with a mock reluctance that does little to hide the tremor in his hands as he grips your thighs. it's just the tip, a gentle press against your slick folds, and a gasp escapes your lips, a feeling of fullness hitting instantly.
he finds himself mentally reciting the names of this year's football teams, a desperate attempt to cling to some semblance of control, to not climax this early. and he's supposed to be the experienced one.
"hyune," you whine, your inner muscles clenching around him, a delicious squeeze that sends a jolt of pure pleasure through him. his hand comes up to gently caress your cheek, his thumb stroking the soft skin, and you lean into his touch.
"shit, doll," he grunts, his control fraying at the edges. "please don't squeeze like that. i câcan barelyâŚ"
"youâyou should just put all of it in," you whisper, your fingers tangling in his impossibly white hair, tugging gently.
"no," he mumbles, the denial a weak protest. keeping you away from this sweet release, even though you could probably come from this alone. "you feel so good. so⌠so tight."
"all the more reasonâ"
"no." this isn't how it's supposed to happen. your first time deserves more than a stolen moment in the middle of a forgotten study session. there should be flowers, maybe candles⌠it should be perfect.
he's already made up his mind, the decision firm despite the insistent throb of his cock. hyunjin's thumb brushes lightly across your swollen clit, and a small whimper escapes your lips.
"hyune, i really need you." and then you look up at him, your eyes glossed with unshed tears, desperate and raw.
fuck it.
as long as it's here, with you, it'll be perfect. besides, he vaguely remembers seeing some dusty candles in the back of the storage closet.
Only for adults (18+). If any of this is offensive to you or if you're under 18, please don't view it! All based on fictional events, none of this is real.
SUMMARY: Out there, you're just another fan in the front row. But behind the closed doors of his hotel room, with your fishnets torn and the concert adrenaline still rushing through his veins, Hyunjin reminds you who you really belong to.
The bass still thumps in your chest as you step out of the venue, as if the concert were still alive inside you. Your throat is a bit raw from all the screaming, your feet burn in your high boots, but you don't care. Every single second of that show was worth it, because you spent every single second just watching him.
Hyunjin.
You make your way through the crowd spilling out onto the street, excited voices talking about his dancing, his rapping, how he looked on stage, and you smile to yourself, knowing that no one suspects a thing. To them, you're just another fan with her lightstick, her tour wristband, her voice hoarse from singing. To yourself, you're still the girlfriend who had to hold back the urge to scream out something more than just fanchants every time he looked over at your section.
Because he did. You know it.
You felt his gaze more than once, locked onto you, sliding down your body, always returning to meet your eyes whenever you managed to catch his. The outfit you chose was no accident: the leather miniskirt, the fishnets, the tight top that hugged your figure and played into the aesthetic of that night's wardrobe. Matching him, like a shared secret in the middle of thousands of people.
No one knows. No one must know.
As you walk toward the taxi stand, you tightly grip the small SKZOO character plush hanging from your bag. You stroke it with your thumb, a mechanical gesture that soothes you. The night chill contrasts with the warmth you still feel on your skin. Every memory of the concert is a jolt: his hair damp with sweat, the way he bit his lip between songs, the half-smile when the crowd chanted his name.
You hail a taxi and give the hotel address. The driver turns on the radio, some random station, but you only hear the ad-libs in your head, the screams, the echo of his voice through the massive speakers. You look out the window, the city lights flashing past, and your mind leaps ahead a few hours: the hotel room door closing, just you and him, no cameras, no fans, no staff members.
Without having to pretend there is nothing between you.
When you arrive at the hotel, the lobby is half-empty. The front desk staff already recognizes all of you, but as always, you keep your distance, acting as if you're simply someone staying there by chance, nothing special. You take the elevator up to the floor where your room isâthe one you requested to be put under your name and not his. Precautions, always precautions.
As you close the door behind you, the silence of the room feels strange after the thunder of the concert. You lean against the wood for a second, taking a deep breath, letting reality hit you all at once. You drop your bag onto the chair, the lightstick on the table, and take off the oversized jacket with the group's logo that you wore to disguise the outfit a bit.
The full-length mirror throws back your reflection: your makeup slightly smudged at the corners of your eyes, the spark in your gaze, the top clinging to your skin, the miniskirt still perfectly in place. You turn a bit to one side, then the other. You think about how he will see you when he opens that door.
You take off the tour wristband, the necklaces, the SKZOO keychains hanging from your skirt's belt loop. Piece by piece, you strip away everything that marks you as a fan, until you are left only with what marks you as his.
You sit on the bed for a moment, just to check your phone. The chat with him is the very first pinned conversation at the top. The last time you text each other was before the concert, when he asked you what section youâd be in, and you sent him a picture of your view from the front row. He only replied with a âđâ and a âIâm going to look for you in the crowd.â
As if you hadn't felt it.
The phone screen suddenly lights up with a new notification.
Weâre heading to the hotel now.
Your heart does a little flip. You sit up straighter in bed, crossing one leg over the other. You hold back the urge to type out a whole paragraph and opt for something simple instead.
Tired?
The reply doesn't take long.
Not tired. My adrenaline is still through the roof. All I can think about is getting there. All I can think about is you
You feel your lips curve into a smile all on their own. You bite the tip of your finger to smother the grin.
I was watching you the whole time. There were thousands of people, and I only saw you. That outfit⌠are you trying to kill me or what?
You laugh quietly to yourself, imagining him typing quickly from the car seat, surrounded by the guys, trying to stop anyone from peeking over his shoulder.
Maybe I am. I'm waiting for you in the room.
You have no idea what things are crossing my mind right now. Stay up for me.
You close the chat, though you linger on his profile picture for a second. You think about the duality: the perfect idol in front of the world, and the boy who falls apart with you, who texts you impulsively, who lets himself go.
You get up and head to the bathroom. You touch up your lipstick a bit, fix a stray lock of hair, and get rid of any leftover merch still hanging from your clothes. When you step out, the room is dimly lit, with only a lamp turned on by the bed. You sit on the edge, cross your legs again, smooth your skirt a little over your thighs, and take a deep breath.
Time stretches: you don't know if ten minutes pass or thirty. You check your phone again. Nothing new. You get up, pace around the room a bit, walk to the window, and pull back the curtain, looking at the city lights in the distance. Imagining him drawing closer in a black van, hidden behind tinted windows, makes you nervous in an almost teenage way.
And then, the phone vibrates.
We just arrived. Coming up now.
Your pulse races. You turn off the hallway lamp, leaving only the one on the nightstand, creating a soft, almost intimate atmosphere. You stand in front of the bed, as if you were waiting on a small, makeshift stage.
You hear the keycard swipe through the lock.
The door opens and shuts with a soft thud. Hyunjin appears in the entryway hallway, still wearing part of his concert clothes: dark pants, a sleeveless shirt, a jacket dangling from one of his shoulders. His hair is damp, clinging to his forehead and neck, his skin still slightly flushed from the exertion, his chest rising and falling at a rhythm that doesn't seem to have calmed down at all. His eyes lock with yours for a second, and then, they drop.
You feel his gaze trace your body, slowly but with an almost ravenous intensity. The top hugging your chest, the curve of your waist, the leather skirt barely covering the upper part of your thighs, the fishnets, the high boots. His eyes move back up, lingering on your lips, and something in his expression changes.
He doesn't say "hello." He doesn't say your name. He doesn't say anything. He just lets his jacket drop to the floor and heads toward you with determined steps.
He crosses the threshold and, in a single movement, closes the door behind him with his free hand while the other is already settling firmly on your waist. The dull thud of the door shutting blends with the small gasp that escapes your mouth as he pulls you in, erasing what little space was left between your bodies.
"Fuck..." was the only thing he let out before slamming his mouth against yours.
His lips fall upon yours with urgency, as if he had been holding back through the entire concert. There is no initial testing of the waters, no hesitation. He kisses you like someone arriving at the place theyâve been desperate to return to for hours. You taste the sweat mixed with his cologneâslightly sweet, familiar.
His hand on your waist presses you against his chest; the other, almost immediately, slides downward, slipping along the side of your skirt and settling decisively on your backside. His fingers slip under the edge of the leather, touching the bare skin above your fishnets, squeezing tightly.
"The whole fucking concert..." he murmured against your lips, biting them. "Watching you down there, in that fucking outfit... I knew no one else would notice, but I did. I knew you did it for me. You have no idea what youâve done to me tonight..."
You try to say something, maybe a witty comeback, but you lose your train of thought the moment you feel his fingers press into you, leaving the imprint of his hand. He pulls away for just an instant, just enough to look you in the eyes, his breath crashing against your lips.
His fingers dug into the skin of your hips right above the fishnet stockings as he shoved you backward until your spine hit the wall. There was no sweetness in that first kiss. It was hunger. It was the high of three hours on stage and having you right there, in secret, just for him.
"Dancing like that... right in front of me... knowing I was watching you" his eyes darken a bit. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to stay focused?"
His words pierce right through you, waking up every single jolt of adrenaline built up during the concert. His dilated pupils, his clenched jaw, the way he looks at you makes you feel like the entire stadium stage has shrunk down into this single room.
"Just for you, hm?" you answer, though your voice comes out quieter than expected.
A lopsided smile appears on his lips.
"You're always just for me" he answers without hesitation. "But tonight... tonight you were my downfall."
He kisses you again, slower this time, but without losing any of the intensity. His lips move over yours as if he wants to memorize every curve, every reaction. His fingers on your backside ease up on the pressure for a moment, only to squeeze again, setting a rhythm of their own, as if he still had the music echoing in his blood.
He turns you around with ease, pinning you against the wall. You feel him press against your back, already hard against your backside. His hands travel up your thighs, tracing the fishnets until they reach your skirt. He lifts it without ceremony and groans when he sees what you had chosen to wear underneath: nothing.
"Seriously?" he laughs against your neck, biting your skin. "You went to the concert like this? With nothing underneath?"
You nod, unable to speak as his fingers move down and touch you directly. He was trembling a little, still wired with energy. He touched you with two fingers, opening you up, checking how wet you already were.
"So ready for me..." he whispered, kissing your shoulder as his fingers entered you with deliberate slowness. "My girl, so good... so bad."
He turned you around again to look you in the eyes. His gaze was glassy, the exact same look he had when he was completely lost on stage. But right now, that intensity was directed only at you.
"I want to fuck you with your boots on" he said bluntly, biting your lower lip. "And the fishnets. Don't take them off."
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He didn't wait for an answer. He lifted you with ease and carried you over to the bed.
He dropped you onto the mattress and positioned himself between your legs. He ripped his shirt off in one motion, exposing his skin glistening with sweat and his muscles still tense from the exertion of the concert.
He didn't take off your boots or your fishnets. Just like he said.
He leaned over you, kissing you hard while one hand slid down between your bodies. He touched you right through the fishnet fabric, feeling how soaked you already were. Then, using both his index and middle fingers, he tugged hard to the sides. The sound of the fabric ripping was obscene, sharp. The stockings tore right down the center, leaving your pussy completely exposed.
"Fuck..." he groaned, staring at the opening he had just made. "Look at what you're doing to me. Completely exposed for me."
He ran two fingers along your slit, gathering your wetness and spreading it all over your entrance. He stretched you open with them without any rush, rubbing your clit with his thumb while he watched you.
"So wet... Does it turn you on that much that I was watching you the whole concert?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock, hard and heavy. He rubbed the tip against your exposed pussy through the tear in the fishnets, coating it in your juices, teasing you. Then he pushed inside in a single, deep motion, tearing a choked moan from you. The ripped stockings rubbed against his hips with every thrust.
He stayed still for a second, his forehead pressed against your neck, breathing heavily.
"So tight... always so good for me."
He began to fuck you with long, hard strokes, the leather of your skirt pushed up to your waist, the ripped fishnets clinging to your skin. Every thrust shoved you against the mattress. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand while the other squeezed your throat with just the right amount of pressure.
"The whole concert, thinking about this" he groaned. "About fucking you in this fucking outfit..."
"Hyunjin..." you pleaded, arching your back.
He smiled that dark smile he only showed to you.
"Say it again."
"Hyunjin, please..."
He changed the angle and hit you right where you liked it most. Your nails dug into his back. He let out a husky groan and kissed you with tongue, almost violently.
"Harder" you begged.
And he obeyed.
He flipped you over, putting you on your knees, and fucked you from behind, holding you tightly by the hips. One hand reached down to rub your clit through the ripped hole in the stockings while he drove inside you without mercy. You could hear the wet sound of every thrust, his groans, your own ragged breath.
"I'm going to come inside," he warned, his voice cracking. "Is that what you want? Want me to fill you up while you still have your fishnets and boots on?"
"Y-yes... please..."
He came with a long, guttural groan, pushing as deep as possible. He held you there for a few seconds, trembling, before removing the fingers that were still holding you and stroking your back with a contradictory softness.
He turned you over again, kissing you more slowly this time, and moved down to your sex. He spread the torn opening of the stockings even wider and licked you calmly, cleaning up what he had spilled, sucking your clit until you came in his mouth, your legs shaking around his head.
When he finally pulled away, he looked up at you from below with glistening lips and a satisfied smile.
You look at him as he hovers slightly over you, his hair falling into his eyes, his chest still heaving, his expression somewhere between exhausted and fired up. Without thinking, you bring your hands to his face, framing his cheeks, your thumbs tracing the barely visible marks of his already smudged makeup.
He closes his eyes for a second at your touch.
You lean in to kiss the tip of his noseâa soft, intimate gesture that momentarily breaks the tension. He smiles, that genuine smile he almost never shows on stage, reserved for moments like this, when there are no cameras or lights to change him.
He rests his forehead against yours, breathing at your exact same pace.
"Up there..." he begins, his voice calmer now, "when I look out at the crowd and see you, I feel like I can handle anything. But at the same time..." he clicks his tongue, laughing a little against your lips, "at the same time, I just want it to be over so I can come running back here."
His fingers intertwine with yours over your thigh. He squeezes your hand, as if he wants to anchor you to him.
"Do you know what I was thinking about while I was dancing?" he asks, playing with your hand, bringing it to his chest, right over his racing heartbeat.
He shakes his head slowly, teasingly, his lips barely brushing yours.
"I was thinking that nobody had a single clue that the most beautiful girl in the whole room... is mine."
The word "mine" echoes in your ribs. You squeeze his hand back, feeling the strong pulse beneath your palm.
"And I was thinking" you reply, looking directly at him, "that if anyone knew how jealous you get when I say you're not my bias, the stadium would collapse."
His laugh, genuine, fills the room for a moment. That laugh you know so well, the one that shatters the image of the perfect idol and reveals the boy who laughs with his head thrown back, his eyes turning into tiny crescent moons.
His hand returns to your waist, his fingers tracing the line where the skirt meets your skin.
"That's not jealousy" he says, dropping his voice again, bringing his mouth close to your ear. "It's the absolute truth. I'm your bias and your boyfriend. I hold a double title. I've earned it."
You can't help but shiver at his tone, at the way his words feel like both a promise and a declaration at the same time.
You pull him toward you, closing the remaining space. Your lips seek his again, this time at a pace that becomes entirely your own: less desperate, but just as intense, each kiss deeper than the last. His hands glide, memorizing your body over the skirt and the top as if it were the first time, even though you already know the map of his caresses by heart.
A while later, wrapped in his arms, he rests his chin on top of your head, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip.
"Are you going to look this gorgeous at the next concert too?" he asks in a whisper, his voice sleepy yet playful.
You laugh softly against his chest.
"It depends" you reply. "Are you going to keep looking at me like you want to jump off the stage?"
You feel his smile against your hair.
"Iâm always going to look at you that way" he says, without hesitating. "Only nobody else needs to know why."
You lift your head to look at him. His eyes are hard to read under the dim light, but you recognize the glow of happy exhaustion, of satisfaction and peace.
You move a bit closer, nesting your body against his.
"It's a deal" you whisper. "Iâll keep being just another fan in the front row. And youâll keep being the boy who only sees me."
He closes his eyes, wrapping his arms around you a little tighter.
their favourite spot for you to get your hands on !
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chris | abs
loves it when he feels your hands wrapping around his midsection, digging your fingers into the crevices between his abs.Â
his skin erupts into goosebumps when he feels you drag your fingers around his skin, either on top or beneath his shirt.Â
you could be idly chatting, laying in bed, sitting next to each other, but thereâs more of a chance your hand will have found his abdomen sometime between conversation.Â
you canât get enough of the sight of your fingers rippling as you pass over his abs, the bumps and ridges you can memorize like your own skin.Â
âhaving fun?â chris hums, one eyebrow raised.
âi am, thank you for your astute observation,â you give him a cheeky smile, digging your thumb into his navel. he jumps at the pressure, nostrils flaring as he pushes your hand away, âhey wait-!â you slap both hands onto his muscle, pushing yourself up and over, straddling his thighs. âi was not done here.âÂ
chrisâs mouth gapes like a fish out of water. what the hell is wrong with you, he wants to say.Â
as if you can read his mind you smile a devious thing, ânothing is wrong with me, can i not simply admire the effort my lovely boyfriend has put into sculpting his body?â his brows crease together, probably concerned for you.Â
âwell- i didnât- i donât-â chris stutters, unsure of how to counter you.Â
so he doesnât, he allows your assault of his abdomen, for all things considered, itâs really not that big of a deal. and he likes knowing you appreciate his hard work.
minho | thighs
he let you lay between his thighs once, count that, once (1), bigggg mistake.Â
you asked him to squish your head between his thighs one day, he asked if you were okay in the head. you replied, no.Â
thereâs hardly a time where your hand isnât rested on the skin of his thigh, feeling the warmth and solid muscle beneath your fingers.Â
if youâre lucky, minho will let you sit between his legs on the ground, while he sits on the couch, if thereâs people over or not enough space where he is, and rest your head on his thigh.Â
the apartment fills with the chatter of over eight people, a night where finally everyone is off. you reemerge from the kitchen, four drinks expertly split between your fingers. as you set them on the coffee table between everyone, you scan the living room, looking for a good place to stay. minho notices and gestures you over, as if he was going to let you sit between jisung and felix, you may never come back alive.Â
you assume he wants you to sit on his lap or something, which youâd happily oblige, but he shuffles his feet apart slightly. your eyes widen, finally.Â
you turn, sit and scoot backwards until your back touches the front of the couch between minhoâs legs. your head immediately falls to the side, feeling the solid muscle beneath your head. youâd probably be content to die here, you figure.Â
changbin | biceps
loooooooves when you wrap your hands around one of his biceps, touching, feeling, memorizing.Â
heâll subtly flex, (not so subtle when your arms are the size of his), letting you feel the fruit of hours of work. you press the pads of your fingers into his skin, pushing, poking, prodding.Â
changbinâs happy to be dragged around, or have you walk by his side with your hand grasping his arm, a type of searing possessive brand attached to his side.Â
donât get me started on when he lets you use his bicep as a pillow, you could 100% die happy.Â
it wasnât even ten minutes ago that youâd gotten ready for bed, slipping in silently, next to changbin, who, you assumed, was sleeping. when you settled, he rolled over, wrapping an arm around you, leaving the other bent under his own head. in his sleep, he began to feel uncomfortable. changbinâs eyes cracked open, trying to figure where he could puzzle his arm, he figured that you wouldnât mind if he slid it underneath your head, under your pillow.Â
being still awake, you felt him shifting around, and your pillow being jostled left and right. you push yourself onto your palms and changbin freezes. you toss your pillow aside, laying his arm straight. you turned to face him, his hand now on your back, and rested your head on his arm, nose pressed dangerously close to his beating heart.Â
you slept like a baby.
changbin could not feel his arm come morning time.Â
hyunjin | fingers
hyunjinâs nimble fingers cannot escape your grasp
laying in bed? playing with his fingers. sitting on the couch? playing with his fingers. shopping? playing with the fingers of the hand that isnât holding a bag for you.Â
you like to watch while he paints or draws, how heâs able to spin paint brushes and pencils around his fingers like theyâre lighter than air.Â
youâre unsure of where your obsession stemmed from, but hyunjin doesnât mind when you take his hand into your own and spin the rings around his fingers or bend and unbend them.
youâre both on the couch, coexisting together as you do separate tasks. heâs working on something on his laptop and youâre trying to reply to emails. since when did they pile up. why is there so many of them. can people learn to not hit reply all, god that annoys you. sometime as you were caught in your mind, you started wringing your fingers together, bending them slightly unnaturally. hyunjin notices and places his hand between your own.Â
you immediately take to spinning his rings around, subconsciously. it was a small gesture but you zoned back in sometime after, realizing you werenât holding your hand, but the hand of your lover. you raise his fingers to your mouth and give them a small kiss as a thank you. hyunjin understands and rests his hand in your own, you think the emails can wait until tomorrow.Â
jisung | hands
much like hyunjin, jisungâs hands are never far from yours
itâs a mutual thing, really. he likes yours as much as you like his.Â
youâll trace little shapes and letters into his palm, keeping your touch light as he occupies himself with work or whatever else.Â
in bed? hands held. in public? hands swinging together like school children. lounging around? someoneâs getting their hands played with.Â
often times, when jisung is nervous, heâll wring his hands together, or pick at his nails. in an attempt to cease his habit, youâve taken to just holding his hands in your own:
âlet me see your hands,â you hold out your own for jisung to place his palms in. he complies, laying his hands in yours. nothing happens for a minute, he gives you a confused look. âtheyâre heavier than mine.â
âwere youâŚâ he scans your face, âweighing my hands?â his head tilts to the side with a ridiculous smile on his face.Â
you werenât. you were getting him to stop subconsciously picking at his cuticles, and wanted an excuse to have his hands in yours.Â
felix | assÂ
he absolutely loves it for one reason or another when he can feel your hand slither its way into the back pocket of his jeans, laying on his ass.Â
heâs not sure if itâs the surefire possessive touch or just that out of all places, you chose his back pocket to rest your hand.Â
you could be at home, in public, or just standing around somewhere, itâs like thereâs a magnet attracting your hand to his ass.
if youâre feeling adventurously brave, youâll ask felix to lay face down and lay your head on him, content to scroll your phone or read.Â
felix feels the hand on his waist slowly lower to the back pocket of his jeans. before you can wriggle your fingers into the jean, his eyes snap to yours. âweâre in public.âÂ
âiâm aware.â you smile, not looking away from the board in front of you. âwhat are you gonna get?â you gesture to the station. felix huffs, turning back to the kiosk. he flicks through a few pages before settling on something he always gets.Â
somewhere between him trying to sound intimidating and picking his order, your hand slid into his back pocket. âsomeone could seeâŚâ he tries but youâre having none of it.Â
âif they see my hand then theyâre looking at your ass,â you finally look at him, his cheeks are bright red, flushing out the sight of his freckles.Â
seungmin | neckÂ
seungmin feels utterly helpless when your fingers rest on the skin of his neck. whether theyâre on his nape, near the pulse points or around the front, he simply adores it.Â
he feels like heâs being publicly claimed as yours when your fingers drum against his neck. blood rushes to his cheeks, warming them significantly.Â
when youâre in the privacy of your home, he allows himself to be guided around by the hand on his nape, pulling and pushing.
sometimes, heâll take your hand and bring it to his shoulder, silently asking for you to rest your fingers around his neck. itâs never in a mean way, he really just likes having the weight of your hand nearby.Â
you come home to seungmin on the phone, chatting away to whomever is on the other end. he doesnât hang up when you come to stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and pressing a kiss to the back of his head. seungmin takes a hold of your fingers mid conversation, you raise a brow, unsure if heâs doing it absentmindedly or if heâs just feeling particularly like he doesnât care. he places your hand on the junction where his shoulder meets his neck and pushes your fingers in.Â
he continues to talk into the phone, you figure bangchan is on the other end when you hear his hearty laughter through the microphone, they must be talking about something with scheduling, or so. whatever it is, itâs got seungmin tense.Â
you push and pull as his skin, massaging the place he put your hand. you can slowly feel his shoulders giving up as his head rolls to the side, giving you better access.Â
with the phone still pressed to his other ear, you lean down and press another kiss to his head, keeping your hand comfortably on his neck as he finishes with chan.
jeongin | collarbones
despite the sensitive skin over his collarbones, jeongin loves when you trace lines and shapes over the bone. you keep your touches light, knowing that further pressure can actually really hurt.Â
youâll be laying with your head on his shoulder, and suddenly heâs asking you to switch positions so that you can drag your nail across his skin.Â
it started when you were absentmindedly drawing shapes into the skin of his chest, your hand wandered up and ghosted across his collarbones
since then, itâs been his favourite source of comfort
the bedroom door creaks open, you should really get that fixed, revealing jeongin. his sleep shorts donât reach far but his sweater basically swallows him whole. you immediately open your arms up, inviting him in. âlong day?â he hums as he falls into your hold.Â
as soon as heâs comfortable, he grabs your closest hand, playing with your fingers. you know what heâs too shy to ask, so you free your hand from him and brush your them across his collarbones, distracting him from whatever is plaguing his mind. he doesnât usually get needy enough to simply fall into you, but everyone has their off days. youâre just glad you have a surefire way to comfort him when he does.Â
you feel jeongin press closer into you, at this point, youâre sure that if he was a cat his whole body would be reverberating with purrs.
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Studio lights dimmed, Chan has you pinned against the soundproof wall like heâs about to ruin you for anyone else. His hand is shoved up your skirt, fingers teasing the edge of your soaked panties while he grinds his painfully hard cock against your thigh.
âBeen dying to fuck you raw in this studio,â he growls, voice wrecked, lips brushing your ear. âGonna make you scream my name so loud the members hear it through the wallsââ
RING RING RING RING.
His managerâs name flashes like Satan himself.
Chanâs entire body freezes mid-thrust. He lets out the most pained, horny groan known to man and drops his head between your tits.
âFuck my life. If I donât answer heâll send a search party.â
He stays pressed against you, still rock hard and twitching.
âBaby⌠talk dirty to me while I answer. I need something to stay hard through this call.â
: ĚĚâ lee minho
Minhoâs got you bent over the kitchen island like a five-star meal. Shorts yanked down to your knees, his hard cock rubbing between your ass cheeks while two fingers are already knuckle-deep inside you, curling viciously.
âSuch a greedy little pussy,â he purrs, biting your shoulder. âClenching around my fingers like you want me to breed you right here on the counterââ
CRASH!
Glass explodes. Soonie has committed war crimes and knocked over an entire bottle of expensive wine.
Minho stills, fingers still buried deep. He slowly turns his head like a possessed demon.
âYou absolute menace.ââ¨He pulls his fingers out with a wet sound, sucks them clean while glaring at the cat, then looks back at you with a feral smirk.
âNew plan. Iâm locking all three cats in the bathroom, then fucking you stupid on this counter. Donât move.â
: ĚĚâ seo changbin
Changbin has you lifted against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, his thick cock grinding hard against your clothed core like heâs trying to fuck you through the fabric. Sweat is already dripping down his neck.
âFuckâ youâre dripping through your panties,â he rasps, voice deep and animalistic. âGonna split you open, baby. Gonna make this pussy cry for meââ
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
âFOOD DELIVERY!â
Changbinâs head snaps toward the door like he wants to murder someone. He yells back without moving an inch, still grinding slow and filthy,
âLEAVE IT OUTSIDE OR IâLL PAY YOU TO WAIT THERE FOR THIRTY MINUTES!â
He looks back at you, eyes wild, lips swollen. âIf that guy knocks again Iâm answering the door with my dick out. Fair warning.â
: ĚĚâ hwang hyunjin
Hyunjin has you sprawled on the couch, shirt pushed up, mouth latched onto your nipple while his hips roll deep and sensual between your legs. You can feel every inch of his long, hard cock pressing right against your clit through his thin sweatpants.
âWant to cover you with my cum tonight,â he moans dramatically, tongue flicking. âGonna edge you until youâre begging, then ruin this pretty pussyââ
DING.
Mama Hwang: âHoney Iâm outside!! I brought kimchi jjigae. Why arenât you answering the door?â
Hyunjin freezes mid-lick, eyes wide like he just got caught committing a felony. He whispers in pure theatrical horror.
âMy mother is outside⌠while I have a raging boner and your tit in my mouth.â
He dramatically flops his face into your chest. âTell her weâre sleeping. Tell her iâm still showering. I donât care. Just buy me time before I actually die.â
: ĚĚâ han jisung
Jisung is uncharacteristically feral tonight â straddling you, pants shoved down just enough, frantically grinding his leaking cock against your bare stomach while whimpering into your mouth.
âFuckâ Iâm so hard it hurts,â he whines, voice cracking. âWant to cum all over you, then fuck you right after, pleasepleasepleaseââ
ACHOO!
A nuclear sneeze explodes out of him, followed by two more.
Jisung goes rigid, face scarlet. âI justâ I sneezed on my own dick mid session. This is my villain origin story.â
ACHOO!
He hides in your neck, still grinding pathetically. âDonât laughâ okay laugh, but donât stop touching me. Iâm emotionally fragile and physically desperate.â
: ĚĚâ lee felix
Felix has you underneath him, deep voice rumbling as he sucks marks into your neck and grinds his thick cock against your soaked panties in slow, filthy circles.
âGonna eat this pussy till youâre shaking,â he growls, accent heavy with lust. âThen Iâm fucking you so deep youâll feel me for daysââ
ALARM BLARING.â¨Kitchen timer screaming and letting you know that the instant ramen is ready.
Felix lifts his head, freckles standing out on his flushed face, looking personally betrayed by the universe.
ââŚThe noodles are done.â
He stares at you dead serious, cock still throbbing against you. âWe have thirty seconds to decide: soggy ramen or me railing you until you forget what ramen is.â
Pause.
âActually, fuck it. Ramen can drown. Iâm choosing you.â
: ĚĚâ kim seungmin
Seungmin has you on his lap, one hand fisted in your hair, the other squeezing your ass as he guides you to grind down on his very obvious, very hard cock. His usual calm is gone â heâs biting your lip, voice low and mean in the hottest way.
âFinally. Now ride me properly before Iââ
RING RING RING!
On your phone was his mom calling.
âSeungminâs Mom â¤ď¸â with a heart emoji and everything.
Seungmin pulls back like heâs been electrocuted, but his hands stay glued to your ass, still squeezing.
âAnswer it. Right now.â
You stare at him in disbelief. He smirks, even as his cock twitches under you.
âWhat? Iâm a good son. But the second you hang upâŚâ He leans in, whispering right against your lips, âIâm bending you over and fucking the respect right out of you.â
: ĚĚâ yang jeongin
Jeonginâs shyness has completely evaporated. Heâs got you pinned to his bed, tongue in your mouth, one hand boldly squeezing your breast while his hips rut desperately against you, hard cock straining in his pants.
âWant you so badâ can I fuck you? Please? Iâll be so good, Iâll make you cum so many timesââ
LIGHTS OUT.
Total blackout. All lights in the room dies.
You both freeze, breathing heavy in pitch darkness. Jeongin lets out the most dramatic, betrayed whine.
âAre you actually kidding me?! Right now when I finally have the chance after aching all day?!â
He still hasnât stopped grinding slowly against your thigh in the dark.
ââŚWe have condoms in the drawer. I have muscle memory. We can do this blind. Or⌠we can laugh and Iâll keep dry-humping you until the power comes back. Your choice, no pressure.â
