Bang Chan One Shot - Him as your Frat Boy College Roommate
Synopsis: Chan is your infuriating college roommate, but the two of you hit some common ground while you face one of your greatest fears.
Tags: Bang Chan x Reader, frat boy au, roommate au
Triggers: mentions of murder, mentions of thunderstorms, sexual references
A/N: Literally just came up with the idea for this randomly! Hope you enjoy!
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Imagine Chan as your frat boy college roommate. The two of you had completely different approaches to both college and general life, which meant that living together was an interesting experience. One minute, you were yelling at him for allowing whichever girl he brought back to your dorm that night to wear your clothes back home the next morning, promising he would get them back off her only to never see her again, while he yelled at you for being too uptight and a control freak: the next minute, you're both laughing at shitty cat video compilations your dad had sent you, him poking fun at the cute little snort you make when you laugh at something you find particularly funny. You could never work out whether he actually liked living with you or if he merely tolerated you. You, however, always seemed to be anywhere between mildly to extremely irritated by him.
One night, a few weeks ago when his plans with friends fell through, he asked if you wanted to share a few drinks with him that evening. At first, you were skeptical...Chan has never asked you that before. Even if his plans fell through, he would take himself off to his room, never to be seen or heard until some point the following day.
He'd smirked when he'd noticed your hesitation, "Don't jump to the wrong conclusions. It's just a drink, not an invitation to ride my dick or anything..."
"...well, unless you want to?" He'd teased after deliberately giving you a once over with his eyes.
You'd rolled your eyes, shrugged his comment off, and surprisingly accepted his offer of a drink. The two of you sat in the living area of your dorm, drinking whatever alcoholic beverage he conjured from the bottles in the cupboard, watching a true crime documentary on Netflix his friend had recommended.
The documentary talked through the murders and how they took place on the same night as heavy storms, and Chan comments on how the thunder and lightning must have made it more terrifying for the victims but more adrenaline-pumping for the serial killer, as sick as it had sounded for him to say out loud.
Your face had twisted at the thought, "Thunder and lightning...not my strong point."
Chan had glanced over at you and raised his eyebrow, "Why? You scared?"
You'd shuffled nervously in your spot and shrugged your shoulders back, "Would it be weird for me to be an adult and be scared of thunderstorms?"
He'd paused for a moment and looked at you with an expression you were unable to read, before he'd simply shook his head and said no. However, he had wanted to know what it was about them that you were scared of.
You'd explained that it was just one of them fears you'd developed as a child and had never quite got over. It was all because you had been caught up in a bad thunderstorm as a child and your overimaginative imagination led you to believe something bad was happening; the negative experience leaving you unable to feel safe during thunderstorms in adulthood.
"So, do you scream or whatever?" He'd questioned.
You'd rolled your eyes, "I'm not that much of a pussy."
He'd laughed at your remark but he'd looked at you apologetically, "I didn't mean it like that, I just wanted to know how you dealt with it."
You'd nodded, acknowledging his unnecessary but thoughtful apology, and explained that rather than screaming or having an external reaction to thunderstorms, it was more that you went quiet and felt both physically and emotionally unsettled. And that was where the conversation had ended.
After that night, things went back to normal. He would continue to irritate you with his thoughtless ways and no doubt you continued to irritate him with your nagging ways. Was it even a day if you weren't texting your best friend to complain about something he had said or done? It was just one of them things...the way the two of you were. So different, yet forced to live in one space together.
For the most part, you were able to keep your irritation towards him as just that - an irritation. You aren't someone who enjoys or feels comfortable with confrontation and so you focus on how best to avoid it, and 99.9% of the time, you're successful - "you have the patience of a saint," your best friend is constantly telling you.
Today, however, she would not be telling you that.
It just seemed to be one thing after another. When he woke up this morning and you were still in bed, he tripped the electrics, meaning your alarm didn't go off and you slept in. Then, when you went to make breakfast, you couldn't find a clean plate and you realised it was because 1) he hadn't upheld his half of the deal you'd made when you first moved in together that the last one to bed washes the remainder of the dishes and 2) all the other dishes were in his room and dirty because he hadn't bothered to bring them back to the kitchen, so you ended up having to use kitchen roll for your toast instead; when you got into the shower, you couldn't wash your hair because he had used your product after running out of his own.
And if this had just been a one time thing, you would have just glossed over it, but these are the kinds of things he does every day; things that to him probably seem really small but actually amount to something much bigger. So, when he is stood in front of you now asking if you could vacate the dorm for a couple hours so he could be alone with yet another unfamiliar female, you completely lose it.
"I have had the day from hell because of a series of events that all tie back to you, and you are asking me to leave the dorm for a few hours so that you can get a leg over a girl you will undoubtedly gift my clothes to and then never see again?" You question him in a sarcastic tone.
"Well, you've never objected before" he shrugs.
"Well," you mimic, "I'm objecting to it now."
He throws you a look that resembles a child whose mother just took away their sweets. You just glare back at him.
"I don't mind going back to mine," the girl suddenly suggests.
Your face lights up sarcastically, "Great idea!"
You walk past the two of them and enter your bedroom, throwing your things on the floor and breathing a sigh of relief when you hear the main door to your apartment closing. That went surprisingly better than you thought it would.
Or, at least you thought it had.
Not even 30 seconds later, Chan barges into your room, cursing you something rotten; rambling about how that girl was really hot and how you've never taken issue with it before now and how you just ruined his chances blah blah blah.
"Chances of what?" You yell, "of having a long term, committed relationship? Marriage? Babies? In the 6 months we've been living together, you have never shown any sign of caring for anything more than an easy fuck."
"There you go again!" He retorts, "Have you ever considered living a little? All you ever do is nag at me, maybe if you loosened up you would realise that there is more to life than..."
At this point, you're laughing just to stop yourself from crying - "More to life than what? Actually wanting to do something with my life? Wanting to make my parents proud? Wanting to make myself proud? Wanting to make a future for myself? I'm sorry if me having goals complicates your desire to fuck your way through the entire college campus, but I am done having to pick up your slack and letting you take advantage of the fact you know that I will."
And once all that came out, everything else came with it, like a domino effect. You called him out for every time he hoarded the dirty dishes in his room and didn't bring them back to the kitchen; for every time he failed to uphold his half of the chores; for every time he took your things without asking and never replaced them or got them back to you; for every time he asked you to not be in your dorm just so he could get laid.
When your rant was finished, Chan stared at you in disbelief. It's true you have never lost your patience like that with anyone. The truth is, you've never cared enough to lose it like that at someone. But there was just something about Chan that was different. Yes, he is irritating and yes, he is borderline impossible to live with...but you like him. You aren't sure in what way you like him, but you know now more than ever that the reason you feel irritated by him so much is because if it wasn't for everything he did that irritated you, he would actually be somebody you were really into.
You take a deep breath, "Look, Chan...just leave. Just go, I don't want to look at you anymore."
And for the first time since you've known him, he did what you wanted no questions asked.
You spend the next few hours typing up lecture notes, speaking to friends, calling your parents; doing everything you could possibly think of to stop yourself from stepping out of your room. You can't hear Chan, but you know he is home because you can hear the muffled sound of the television in the background. He hasn't tried speaking to you since your argument.
Have you seen the weather?
You stare down at the text your best friend just sent you, before opening your curtain to find grey skies, pouring rain, and torrential wind consuming your view. You sigh to yourself - great! The perfect way to end your perfect day!
And that's when it happens.
A sudden flash of light causes you to flinch, a crash of thunder bellowing not long after. Your heart races as you run to your bed, curling up into a ball on your mattress and hiding under your duvet. At first, you think it might be just a one time thing, but the second you lift your head from underneath the duvet, a second bout of thunder and lightning hits.
You don't hear him enter your room. You don't even realise he's in your room until you feel his arm on top of the duvet on top of you, causing you to stir.
"It's okay..." he speaks softly, "...you don't have to move if it's too hard for you."
So, you don't.
"I just wanted you to know that you aren't alone," he continues, "Uhm, also...I've washed the dishes. The ones left over from last night that I was supposed to wash, and the ones I had in my room. I also made you some pasta because I don't think you've eaten. And about the clothes I gave away to girls without your consent, that was really dumb of me and, I know I can't get you them clothes back but I've transferred you my earnings that aren't going towards rent so that you can buy some new things."
Slowly but surely, you lift your head out from under your duvet, and simply look up at Chan. He smiles awkwardly before looking away from you.
"Would you...uhm..." you stutter, slightly nervous, "...would you...hold me?"
He looks at you in surprise for a moment, completely taken aback by your request. You smile timidly towards him - "don't jump to the wrong conclusions. It's just a cuddle, not an invitation to fuck me or anything."
Chan nearly chokes on thin air, but is quick to get your joke, and much to your surprise...he does what you ask for the second time tonight. He lies down so he is practically spooning you, and holds you in a firm but gently grip. Neither of you say a word, but nothing needs to be said. For the first time in the 6 months you've been living together, you feel as though you have finally reached an understanding. And you wake up the next morning with him still by your side, holding you gently as he sleeps.
When his eyes flutter open and he realises you're awake, his face breaks into a smile. One which you happily return.
"I should have realised it sooner," he suddenly speaks in his tired morning voice, a sound which threatens to throw you over the edge.
You furrow your eyebrows at him, "Realised what sooner?"
"That all this time I've been searching for something that was right in front of me the whole time," he replies.
word count – 7.3 k (this was supposed to be a drabble but i got too carried away).
warnings – smut 18+, religious and conservative reader, softdom!minho, virgin!reader, manipulation if you squint, corruption kink, dirty talk, guided masturbation? , petnames, praising, unprotected sex, body cumshot
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"according to your file," the dark-haired man in front of you mumbled. not just any dark-haired man, it was the substitute for miss eunji, therefore your new tutor and also the substitue professor for one of your university subjects, "you have attended schools only for women during your whole life, is that right?"
"why is that relevant?" you questioned shyly, your gaze fixed on the hems of your skirt while you were fighting the urges to make eye-contact with him.
"it isn't," he replied, his eyes leaving the sheet of paper in front of him picking up in the fact that you couldn't even face him, "i just thought it was interesting".
"it is better that way," you added, "attending to only-women schools".
"how is that better?" he queried, tilting his head slightly and smiling at your shyness.
"less temptations" you answered, still without being able to lift your gaze up, "that's what my mom says".
"is that what you think?" he questioned again, emphasizing the you.
"yeah, i think so" you replied, fidgeting with your fingers, "temptations take you away from the right path, so i try to stay away from them as much as possible".
minho rested his whole body on his leather office chair, feeling both amused and conflicted by your mindset.
the story of how he ended being a professor at a university conformed by only women students was long but, to make it shorter, he needed a good curriculum before earning his master's degree in international studies. since he already had his bachelor's degree, he decided to apply for a part time job as a substitute professor at ewha university for women. however, he didn't count on having to do these types of work. he wanted to teach, not being some sort of tutor/counselor.
"we are young" minho mumbled, not knowing how to carry the conversation. originally, the first meeting with you as your tutor was meant to talk about any difficulties you had related to college, professor or an specific subject. however, as soon as he read your file and curriculum, he couldn't help but ask questions related to your life, something that was not completely right, "we should be experiencing life, going out with friends, stuff like that".
"i have fun" you muttered, licking your lips while your eyes threatened to look up to him, "it's just... not the convencional way of having fun, i guess".
"do you have any hobbies?" he queried.
"i am part of a group in my local church" you replied, smiling softly while recalling the fun activities you did with them during the weekend, "i am also part of a book club and a debate club, i would consider those my hobbies".
"i see..." minho mumbled, his eyes analyzing every single fragment of the file the last teacher crafted specifically for you, "you have very remarkable grades. almost perfect, i must say".
"thank you sir", you replied, your cheeks turning red as you lifted your gaze to meet his.
much to your surprise, he was already looking at you, "you can just call me minho".
"i don't think that's appropriate, sir".
"i am only 3 years older than you" he shooted with a soft smile, almost too welcoming.
too tempting.
"but you are my professor," you rushed to say, blinking in several occasions due to the nervousness, "i must treat you with respect".
"i would prefer if you call me by my name" he said softly, giving you a reassuring smile, "just think of me as a friend".
you nodded slightly and gave him a confused look.
attending schools were only women students were allowed really affected your social and conversational skills with men. you hardly ever spoke to one, other than those who conformed your family, so being in front of a tempting, yet soft-spoken man was something that mad you feel uneasy.
the way he looked at you, to be more precise, made you feel uneasy. whether it was during class or right there during your private meeting, you couldn't help but feel a strange sensation on your lower abdomen every time he laid his eyes on you. you couldn't describe it or explain it, but it felt unfamiliar.
"as far as i am concerned, these meetings are meant to help you out with any troubles you could be having related to school, assignments, subject or professors" he listed, gathering the sheets of paper that were scattered all over his desk, "is there something i can help you with?"
you looked at him for a few seconds in silence, your heart pounding fast while your breathing acquired a sketchy pace, "i don't have any issues with school at the moment" you mumbled, your cheeks glowing red as you considered the idea of trusting him, "however i do want to talk about something".
a look of surprise was imprinted on his face as soon as he heard you saying those words, genuine concern and interest grew inside him by the minute.
"go on," he mumbled, his body tensing up slightly while he separated from his leather chair, "like i said, you can think of me as a friend".
you gave him a quick smile before going back to your anxious countenance, your sweaty hands fidgeting against each other while your right leg did repetitive movements against the floor. up and down.
"do you... have any hobbies?" you queried, your question taking him a bit by surprise.
"yeah, i do" he replied, almost confused by how embarrassed you looked while asking that question, "i like going out with my friends during the weekends, reading, drinking, watching videos on my cellphone, researching..."
"do you go to parties often?" you interrupted, your eyes shining while the conversation started to flow a bit more casual than before.
"i do, yeah" he scoffed, knowing that –based on the previous conversation you both had– you were probably not allowed to attend to them, "they are very fun, specially when close friends are there".
"do you drink?"
"casually"
"do you smoke?"
"not my thing" he mumbled, laying back on his seat again, "how are these questions related to the tutoring session?"
"they aren't" you rushed to explain, "you just make me kind of curious".
"you don't have much male friends, do you?" he inquired, losing all the professionalism he was supposed to have, being now a young professor. still, you didn't seem to mind it.
"not really," you shook your head, parting your gaze from him, "like i said before, they are a temptation and they must be avoided".
he nodded slightly and agreed, even though he didn't really shared the same mindset as you.
still, he thought it was kind of sad.
you were strikingly attractive and you could have any person you wanted with the snap of a finger. however, you were not quite interested in that.
and that was a tragedy because, ever since the first time he saw you inside that classroom, sitting on your desk with both of your legs crossed, he knew that you could've had him at your mercy if you would've wanted to.
"i see" minho mumbled, his eyes lost in the endearing way you looked at him, "women are a temptation as well, you know?"
"it's different" you rushed to say, the sensation on your lower abdomen intensifying each time you locked your eyes with his, "men only want one thing, that's why they are a temptation for us".
"and women don't want that too?" minho replied, trying his hardest to divert the conversation to any other friendly topic that didn't involve talking about sex with one of his students.
"i don't" you shyly admitted, lowering your gaze again and fixing it on the pattern of your skirt again, "or at least i think so".
the last part came out more as a whisper than actual words, but the dark-haired substitute still managed to pick on them.
"it is completely natural" he explained, again, fighting the urges to make such an awkward conversation any longer than it needed to be, "it's not a matter of religion it's just... human needs".
"it's a sin."
"if you are looking through the lense of religion, then it is." minho replied.
as twisted as it sounded, he couldn't deny te tension he felt towards you at that exact moment. of course, he never thought of you that way before.
he had promised to himself that he was going to be as professional as he could in order to perform well at his new job but, right now, having you in his office in front of him with such innocence and curiosity imprinted on your face, he couldn't help but think about all sorts of filthy things he would like to teach you.
"how else can i look at it?" you genuinely questioned, licking your lips nervously, "my whole life i have been told that it is wrong, that's what they have taught me".
"why is that?" minho counter-attacked, "you must have a good answer other than because it goes against god's word".
however, he was wrong.
your whole life you were taught to think of sex like something repulsive, something dirty. something that shouldn't be discussed nor performed. something that was reserved for only old adults that loved each other and were united in marriage by the power of god.
but you didn't know why it was that wrong.
"i don't know" you whispered again, your cheeks turning bright red by the second.
minho licked his lips and spreaded his legs, feeling the familiar –yet inconvenient– pressure on his bulge.
"having sex or feeling attracted to the idea of having sex it is not a sin" he mumbled, "it is something natural, something that your body needs".
"how do you know when your body needs it?" you questioned and, for the first time in the whole meeting, you could listen him swallowing hard.
"i don't think we should-"
"please" you pleaded, lifting your gaze up and focusing on him, "i want to know more about it".
minho gave you a hesitant look before diverting his gaze to the clock hanging from the wall in his office.
19:32.
"y/ln i don't think it's an appropriate topic to be discussed during these tutoring sessions" he spitted, mentally slapping himself for even thinking about joining that little game you were innocently trying to play.
"you said i could think of you as a friend" you muttered with some despair in your voice, "and friends help each other out when they have doubts, isn't that right?"
minho closed his eyes slowly for a second, reconsidering all the unprofessional stuff he said during the meeting that leaded him to end up in this situation.
"when you look at me," you continued, your eyes fixing on his while you tilted your head, "i feel weird, like a chill traveling along my body. my whole skin feels a lot hotter, and i feel some sort of pressure in my lower abdomen".
when he heard you mouthing out those words, he knew that he could no longer hold back or resist you. even if it was wrong, due to the academic relationship you two had, he was determined to move forward.
"what else do you feel?" he queried, his body tensing up again while he leaned on into his desk.
"i feel something" you shyly admitted, your gaze falling all the way to your shoes again.
minho swallowed hard, his bulge inside of his pants growing harder everytime you spoke. "and that something, does it feel good?"
"it does" you replied, "never in my life i've felt that before, or maybe i have but not as much as i feel it when you look at me".
minho stood up from his chair and walked all the way to the chair next to yours, sitting down with his legs spreaded open while he leaned forward to try and cover his bulge.
"so, minho" you whispered, the lingering eerie feeling of calling a figure of authority by his name, "have you ever had it before?"
"sex?" minho replied, his deep and intense gaze admiring every single inch of your body now that he was closer to your figure, "yes, i have".
"i am curious," you continued, "to know how it all feels like".
"look" minho mumbled, his guilty gaze looking at the door of his office –that felt maybe too formal for a 23 year old– and then at you, "i don't mind moving forward, but we should be doing this here".
you were too nervous to even second guess your decision, and only noticed that you were still inside of the university campus until he pointed it out. your body turned around to face the clock on the wall, 19:40.
"i have to be home by eight" you mumbled, trying to tell him that you didn't have much time. the trajectory from college to your house was at least 25 minutes long and, after being in a complete oblivion the whole meeting, an inevitable sentiment of fear started growing inside you. "god, my mom is going to kill me".
"you are staying at my place tonight." he mumbled, seeing your accelerated movements while you frantically stood up from your seat, "tomorrow it's another day and we can think about a solution".
"no, you don't understand" you rushed to say, picking up your backpack from the floor and rushing to the door of the office, "you don't know her, she is probably mad right now, she is going to p-"
"y/n" minho's deep voice interrupted you, almost serenenting you. the man stood up from his seat and approached your figure by the door, one of his hands softly touching your waist and automatically making you squirm under his touch.
he smiled, cute.
"can you please answer something for me?" he questioned, your whole body tensing while you felt the warmth of his palm against your body. even if you were fully clothed, you could swore you felt your skin burning, ablazing.
"y-yes?" you muttered, your glossy eyes raising up to meet his.
"do you trust me?"
you blinked once, twice and even three times, trying to containing the tears. only then, the realization hitting you like a velocity train.
this was wrong, in so many levels. not only it was against your beliefs, but it could get you in trouble at college too. a professor working at an only-women univeristy, hanging out with one of his students? it could get him fired and you in a lot of trouble, even expelled.
sure, he was almost the same age as you and, if you had met him in a completely different context, then things would've been slightly different. but this whole situation represented a lot of danger, not only for you but for him as well.
"we can get in trouble" you whispered, your hand resting on the door handle, "it is not a matter if i believe if this is right or wrong, but you shouldn't be doing this either".
"i shouldn't be doing a lot of things and i still do them because i want to" he replied, his body leaning in closer to you.
his warmth, his smell, the way his breath caressed your cheek. it was all new and extremely exciting for you, making ravages inside of your mind. the sudden urge of submitting to his presence was too strong for you to handle it and, even when you had absolutely no knowledge of these situations, you wanted to learn from him.
you wanted him to teach you everything there was to know about it.
his head slightly tilted to face the clock to his right, the corners or his lips twisting in a smile. 19:45. "seems like you are not going to be home in time" he softly teased, his heart skipping a beat or too as he admired the fear and arousal in your eyes, "why don't you let me take care of you tonight?"
"but-"
"we will figure out tomorrow an excuse" he whispered in your ear, his hand traveling from your waist to your lower back, pulling you closer, "but tonight, i will take care of you, alright?"
you nodded slightly, giving in at the number one temptation you were warned about your whole life: men.
but how can you resist minho? everything about him was inviting to you, from the way he talked to the way his eyes scanned every single part of your body. the irrational part of you always dreamed about giving in to sin, and it was all his fault.
countless nights you found yourself thinking about him, feeling that same pressure on your lower back that was only relieved each time your hips moved in circular motions against the mattress. and, even then, the feeling didn't go away until you finally fell asleep.
some days, you would woke up in the middle of your sleep feeling a warm sensation in between your legs after a disastrous dream with him. you would pray over and over again for forgiveness for even thinking about those things even in your dreams.
but to answer his initial question, and for a completely unknown reason to you: yes, you trusted him.
"take me with you, please".
you awaited for him a few blocks away from college, agreeing in taking different paths to avoid be seen or recorded by the security cameras at the entrance of the campus. as you walked away, both of your hands holding on for dear life to your backpack, you felt the sudden urge to run.
run away from your temptations and from your sins.
but at the same time, your body didn't cooperated with your mind. your body was eager to be educated, to explore, to learn. your body needed his touch, your body needed to experience those feelings people talked about in movies or t.v. shows that you usted to watch behind your mother's back.
and you knew that, judged by the warm feeling between your legs.
you waited for him at the nearest bus stop, sitting down at the bench while you covered part of your thighs with your backpack, holding it against your body with trembling hands.
minho's black sports car didn't took long to appear into your vision, slowing down as he approached the bench you were sitting on. as the true gentleman he was, he got out of the car to open the door for you.
the rest of the trip was spent in silence, the only audible things were the soft song playing on on the radio, your heart beats and you accelerated breathing. minho turned to face you every once in a while, offering you a soft and reassuring smile each time.
your gaze fixed on the way his hands maneuvered the steering wheel, the veins popping on his arms making your body squirm in your seat. you were too into him to even think things through, you simply couldn't.
he was intoxicating and you were not strong enough to fight someone like him.
"what are you thinking about?" he queried without parting his gaze from the road.
"you are very attractive" you whispered, not bothering to look away once he caught you lost in his image.
he gave you a side smile that slowly turned into a smirk. he knew that, but he liked hearing it from you.
he always found pleasure in corruption. watching people become their worst yet best versions of themselves. it was just too thrilling, to ruin a pretty body and a pretty mind. and it was even more thrilling when that pretty body and mind also came with a pretty face and endearing personality, like you had.
"and you are beautiful" he replied.
simple, blunt and, most importantly, completely honest.
he knew it since the very first time he saw you sitting inside that classroom, how you were going to wreak havoc inside him. even so, he managed to stay and act professionally throughout the whole semester, only falling into the sweet temptation once you admitted that you felt exactly the same about him.
that's why you were so special. because he had been craving you since he met you, but you were merely just a fantasy to him. something he wanted to have, but that he mentally convinced himself that he wouldn't.
until that night, of course.
the sudden stop of the vehicle interrupted your trail of thoughts, your eyes analyzing every single part of the environment you were in. it was a parking lot, from an apartment complex.
he opened the door for you, allowing you to get out of the car while you fixed your skirt. "you live alone?" you asked him.
"i have been living alone for a while now, yeah" he replied, pushing the buttons outside of the elevator as you two waited patiently, "besides working as a substitute teacher on ewha, i also work in research projects. they pay off really well".
"i can tell" you whispered to yourself. judged by only the parking lot and the cars there, you automatically picked up the fact that you were probably in a very luxurious neighborhood.
money, another temptation.
as the elevator doors opened and you got inside, the whole mood surrounding the both of you shifted. like magic. going from being painfully awkward to an interesting tension, you caught minho staring at you every once in a while.
"how was your first kiss?" he bluntly asked, out of the blue. you choked on your own saliva, coughing slightly while your eyes opened like plates.
"oh, i-" you mumbled, licking your lips "it was- mess".
minho cocked one of his eyebroys in surpise, his gaze fixed on the silver doors that were now starting to open slowly in front of the both of you, "why was that?"
he stepped outside of the elevator and you followed him, walking along a hallway that seemed straight out of a very expensive hotel. "it was a dare" you replied, your eyes sticked to carpet beneath your shoes, "in highschool. one of my girl friends introduced me her neighbors and we were just fooling around. i felt awful afterwards".
minho opened the door to his apartment and, much to your surprise, it was more minimalistic than you thought it would be. everything was white, except for the furniture that was either beige, black or the same color as the rest of the place.
"it felt awful because you felt guilty or it felt awful because it was a bad kiss?" he queried, placing the keys on a small coffee table next to the door and closing it right behing him.
"we were like 16" you shyly replied, "i don't think he even knew how to kiss someone properly".
minho turned around with a soft smirk, gently cornering your body between his and his door. your whole body started shaking in anticipation, the warmth between your legs returning as soon as minho's face was mere centimeters away from your face, "do you want to know how it really feels to be kissed?" he questioned with a deeper voice. his gaze was now completely dark, his breathing was a bit faster than usual and his glistening lips were almost driving you to the edge.
but you were already committed to it.
"please," you whispered, tilting your head slightly, "please teach me".
and without losing any more time, his lips crashed into yours. slowly, very slowly. your heart pounding faster than before, just in the middle of it you wondered what the hell you were going to do. you didn't know how to kiss and, based on the previous chat you two had, he seemed to have a lot of experience.
still, you were a fast learner. picking up on what he did, you decided to do the same. gently brushing your lips against his, his tongue swiftly touching yours with slow motions, his teeth gripping your lower lip and earning a sweet, unknown sound out of you.
"it feels good, doesn't it?" he asked you still with your lips brushing against each other and both of your eyes closed.
"yes, minho".
his hands traveled from your hips to your arse, caressing it softly while he lifted the fabric of your skirt up. god. you sighed at the action, feeling timid at the thought of someone else seeing your naked body.
"you have such a pretty body, you know that?" he mumbled, his touch sending shivers down your spine, "very, very, very pretty body".
his hands found the hems of your underwear, slightly pulling it down and off of your legs. you flinched at the action and he noticed it, locking his gaze in an intense eye contact with you while your panties made their way down to the floor. "it's okay, angel" he whispered, his eyes imprinting the image of your lustful gaze into his mind, "i will take care of you, i promised it".
you nodded slightly, wanting to hide your face in the crook of his neck due to embarrassment. you knew that your underwear was a mess, you could feel the wetness in your core as soon he stripped your panties off of you.
"we have to make an agreement" he mumbled with both a lustful but more serious tone than before, pulling your skirt down again after he finished removing your underwear, "if i do something that you don't like, you have to say a word and i will stop".
"which word?" you muttered, slightly squeezing your thighs together almost instinctively.
his eyes scanned the whole living room of his own apartment, thinking long and hard about a distinctive safe word only to end up with a very common one, "red".
"red" you repeated to yourself, making sure to not forget it.
"if you want me to stop, just say the word," he explained his hand traveling from your arse onto your lower back, pulling your vulnerable body against him one more time, "if i do something you don't like, or you don't feel comfortable with, say the word and i will stop".
you nodded in agreement, feeling how his hand pushed you slightly away from the door. he started walking towards a black door located next to the living room and you followed him right after, wondering what was next for you.
but just as you were about to enter his room, your phone rang inside of your backpack.
"don't pick up" he ordered you, shooting a glance at you once he saw you stopping in silence, "you are with me now".
the way he said those words was both frightening and comforting. you found him intimidating but, at the same time, he made you feel protected. even if things were chaotic outside of his small apartment, he managed to brainwash your pretty brain just fine. as long as you were with him, the real world was alright.
"get inside" he commanded, opening the door for you and revealing a not-so-different but pretty neat bedroom. the thing that captured your attention the most was the wall in front of him that was fully covered in mirrors.
he closed the door right behind him, a devilish grin appearing on his face as soon as he saw your curious eyes glancing at the mirror, "don't you look pretty?"
his body approached you from behind, your eyes lost in the reflection of both figures, "it's such a timely event to have these around" he whispered into your ear, talking about the wall of mirrors right in front of his bed, "that way, you will be able to see everything".
suddenly, you felt pressure against your arse. his hands were resting on your hips, tracing the sides of your body every now and then while your gaze got lost in the mirror, not being able to look away for any reason.
"have you ever touched yourself?" minho asked, knowing exactly the answer he wanted to hear.
and if god existed, he probably heard his thoughts.
"no" you shook your head, your body instinctively brushing against his bulge, "i don't know how to".
"why don't i teach you?" he questioned so casually, his ablazing touch burning every single area on your body he touched. you nodded slightly, feeling how he pulled you against him as he walked slightly backwards to meet the edge of the bed, sitting on it while having your back against his chest and your naked core on his lap. "i want you to watch yourself through the mirror" he commanded, lifting your skirt up and exposing completely your core. you couldn't help but look away, not being brave enough to face such image, "can you do that for me, angel? can you be a good girl and follow my rules?"
you looked at him for a few silent seconds before being determined to fulfill your task. your face turning slowly to look at the mirror one more time while his hands took charge into teasing your body, dragging themselves along your thighs and leaving a burning sensation on them.
"look at you," he whispered softly, one of his digits slowly tracing your wetted slit while your whole body squirmed in its place, "does this always happens?"
"it happens when i dream of you" you admitted, feeling your juices coating his digits.
"you dream of me, hm?" he hummed, slightly touching your core as a way of getting you used to his touch. he couldn't help but smile at every sigh that escaped your lips and every sudden movement your body made against his, "how often do you dream of me?"
"constantly" you whimpered, your eyes fixed on the way his slimmed fingers trace your entrance. before continuing with his task, he grabbed one of your hands and guided you all the way to your core, your inexperienced self not knowing exactly what to do.
"with your middle and index finger," he softly instructed, his prominent bulge grazing against your lower back and arse, "you are going to caress yourself here". he placed your digits over your budle of nerves, moving it ever so slightly in circular motions while you let out a deep sigh, "keep doing that for me, will you?"
you nodded in agreement, feeling your cheeks glow red. if this was a sin, why did it felt this good?
you slowly continued with your movements, only stopping once you felt one of minho's fingers stretching your cunt. the sudden pain and awkward feeling made you let out a faint cry, your gaze lost in the way his finger dissappeared inside your hole.
"it may hurt a bit, angel" he numbled with his lips against your shoulders and his gaze lost in the way you unconsciously spreaded your legs even more for him, "but i promise you that it will feel good later".
you bit your lower lip as he started to acquire a soft pace, his digit going in and outside of you at a ver slow rythm, "keep touching yourself for me, please" he pleaded once he saw you stopped, following his orders right away.
and only then, you understood what he meant. the mixture between his fingers and yours was heavenly, too good to be true. and, as he increased his pace, you did the same. your hips bucking up slightly at the feeling, wanting more and more each time an unfamiliar pressure built up in your lower abdomen. soon, one finger was not enough and he took it into account, inserting a second one after he realized how well you were taking him.
"that's it" he praised, looking at how you closed your eyes shut while a series of cries and whimpers left your lips, "you are such a good girl, you are doing so good for me".
you moaned at his words, the sound of his voice only contributing more to your own arousal. the movement of his fingers increased dramatically, forcing you to increase your pace as well while the sweet taste of an unknown sensation started to wash up on your body.
"minho" you moaned with a desperate tone, your legs slightly closing at the overwhelming feeling, "god, i-"
"just let go," he ordered, his available hand forcing your legs opened while the other continued with his work, "be a good girl and cum for me".
never in your life you had touched yourself, let alone having an orgasm. you couldn't quite understand what was happening inside you, but the feeling was too good to be pushed away. still, your hand that was previously rubbing your bundle of nerves, soon found itself trying to push minho's hand away from your core, both of your legs threatening to close shut, "this feels so-".
"come on, angel" minho groaned between his teeth, managing to keep on rubbing your clit with his thumb all while you tried to push his hand away as an instinctive movement, "cum all over my fingers, show me how good i made you feel".
and without being able to hold the sweet explosion inside you, you finally let go. toes curling up, eyes rolling to the back of your head and your body slightly covered in sweat trembling under his arms... it was such a heavenly sight for minho. the way his name slipped off of your lips while you cummed, the sound of your whimpers and moans and the way you held yourself tight against his body as if you were going to crumble down at that exact moment was all he needed to cum right there with you.
but he needed to wait a little longer. he needed to mark you forever, ruin both your pretty body and pretty mind.
"good girl" he praised, admiring how your weak body came from your first high, "you did so well, taking everything i gave you".
"it felt so good" you whispered, your teary eyes and rosy cheeks making minho's bulge twitch inside of his pants, "i never thought- i didn't know it would feel like this".
"it felt good, yeah?" he questioned, his eyes looking at the sight of your hardened nipples beneath your shirt.
"it felt more than good" you replied with hitching breath, your throbbing cunt exposed completely to the reflection in the mirror, "i just-".
"i can keep on making you feel good, angel" he mumbled against your ear, your whole body covering on goosebumps, "may i?"
with no inhibitions or shyness, you nodded almost too eagerly. you stood up from his lap, fixing your skirt and your blouse. he stood up immediately after you, revealing something that you were not prepared to see.
he was big. maybe too big.
he smiled while he saw your gaze fixed on his growing bulge, "you caused this, angel".
you raised your eyes to meet his, his penetrative glance telling you more than his words could ever say. his body approached yours, his desperate hands removing the rest of your articles of clothing until the very last one, leaving you completely naked in front of him and the mirror.
and, even when he was the first person to ever see you like this, you felt far from shy.
the way he looked at you with such lustful eyes made you feel proud, for an unknown reason. his hungry eyes traveling along your body only confirmed the statement he spitted earlier that day: women were also a temptation.
but that didn't matter now, when you were completely naked and at his mercy, ready to take anything and everything he was about to give you.
"do you have any idea how many times i thought of you like this?" he asked you, pulling your naked body against his while his bulge made pressure on your lower abdomen and your hardened nipples grazed against the rough fabric of his shirt, "do you have any idea how many times i came with the thought of your pretty body underneath me begging for me to fuck it and use it?"
the words he used made your thigh squeeze together, such filthy sentences coming from such pretty lips only reminded you of how tempting lee minho was.
"you have no idea, angel".
"why don't you-" you mumbled, "why don't you show me?"
he gave you a soft smile, withdrawing your body from him while he undressed for you. his soft skin looked extremely appealing, a caramel shade. on his abs there was a small scar, maybe too small to be perceived with a quick glance but, if anything, it only made his body ten times more attractive.
removing his pants and underwear, there was the thing you had been anticipating the most. and as soon as you saw him in its entirety, the walls inside your cunt clenched around absolutely nothing.
"get on the bed angel" he ordered, "can you do that?"
you followed his command with no hesitation, laying down on the bed while you opened your legs for him, holding both of your thighs with your hands. he smiled at the realization that he didn't even had to ask you for you to spread your legs. your body instinctively did it.
"are you sure you want this?" minho asked with a raspy voice, his eyes fixed on your dripping cunt. you didn't took long to reply with a subtle nod, your heart racing at ten miles per hour once you saw his firm body leaning against yours. "it might hurt a little bit, but i know you can take it, angel".
and, with that being said, a painful pressure against your tight entrance was quick to appear, followed by a loud groaned from minho himself.
"oh-" you whimpered, closing your legs around him while he slowly thrusted himself deep inside you, "it hurts-".
"shhhhhhh" he whispered, his whole body resting on his forearms while he enjoyed the delicious feeling of your tight, weak walls clenching around his cock, "you can take it all the way in".
you closed your eyes and arched your back against the mattress, the strange feeling of his length inside you making you cry a tear or two because of the pain.
"you are doing so. so. well" he panted, both of your bodies meeting again once his cock was buried deep inside your tight hole, "my angel".
you opened your eyes slightly, finding minho's eyes already fixed on yours. he was too attractive, too seductive. the way he breathed, the grimaces of pleasure he made and the way small groans escaped from his lips each time you clenched around him were enough stimuli for you to start feeling more pleasure than pain, your hips moved in circles against minho as a way to tell him that you were completely ready to take him.
"my pretty angel," he grunted, looking at how your body reacted to him, "so desperate to have me already?"
"i am sorry" you apologized shyly, feeling both aroused and pathetic.
"don't be" he mumbled, pulling himself out of you only to thrust his length in you again, earning another whimper from you, "it turns me on, seeing how desperate you are for me".
his hips started to acquire a pace and, honestly, you would be lying if it said it didn't hurt. but as soon as you felt his thumb rubbing your clit in circles, the now very familiar sensation started to build inside you again.
"look at how well you take my cock inside that pretty cunt of yours" minho praised, his eyes lost in the way your breast bounced every time he pounded his cock inside you, "you clench around me like you had been dreaming of this exact moment for months now, haven't you?"
your cheeks started to feel warmer after such an statement, knowing that it was true. no matter how hard you tried to push those thoughts away on your daily basis, they always came back at night, when you were asleep.
"m-more" you moaned, your hips rolling against his with soft movements in an attempt to intensify the sensations even more.
"you want me to go slower?" he teased, the movement of his hips decreasing dramatically while you whined.
"n-no, please" you begged, your glossy eyes looking directly at him, "faster"
"you want me to go faster?" he queried, "is my angel needy for my cock?"
you nodded without giving him a proper answer. still, your fucked out eyes and your trembling body said anything he needed to know at that point.
and, after teasing you for a while, he finally gave you what you wanted. matching the pace of his hips with the one on his digits, the familiar warmth inside you started to spread rapidly throught your whole body, the electricity traveling from your head to the tip of your toes.
"i feel it again" you cried, closing your legs around his hips, "god, it feels more intense".
"take me" he groaned, leaning into tour body slightly while still caressing your bundle of nerves, "take everything i am giving you and show me how much you are enjoying it".
and as a reflex, you arched your back. minho's soft lips went immediately after one of your hardened buds, sucking and licking on them while your hands traveled all the way to his dark hair.
"minho" you cried, all the overwhelming sensation becoming one, "don't stop, please, don't stop, don't -"
the dark-haired smirked against your breasts, realizing who he turned you into.
someone with no inhibitions, someone who would rather think with her impulses rather than her head. from being a religious, pure college student to a needy, hungry cockslut... he felt proud both of you and what he did.
it was beautiful to see you let go like this, specially when it was for him.
"minho, i am cumming" you cried, arching your back while his hips aggressively bucked into yours, the pace of his fingers against your clit making you shake uncontrollably under him.
"keep going" he groaned, still fucking your cunt, "keep cumming around my cock".
and as you predicted, that orgasm was ten times more intense than your first and previous one.
you clenched around him several times before falling into overstimulation, your vulnerable body crying everytime minho's cock reached the special spot that helped you approach your high the previous times.
he wasn't far from his orgasm as well, but he needed to imprint your image on his brain, in case this was the last time he was going to see you like this.
and only after a few seconds, his cock started to twitch inside of you, warning him that he was just as close to his release.
with a swift movement he pulled himself out of you, milking his cock until the very last drop. your naked abdomen and breasts suddenly became stained with his hot arousal, making the pure and innocent image slowly fade away until it was converted into your pretty body all fucked dumb and covered with his own cum.
such a pleasent sight for a filthy act.
"you should know that," minho panted, one of his hands slowly caressing your knee while you kept your legs spreaded for him, "you look beautiful as a sinner".
warnings – character is in his 30's, harddom!minho, babysitter!reader, alcohol consumption, voyeurism, dirty talk, fingering, sir kink, humping an inanimate object (corner of a table), nipple play, breeding/impreg kink (there are more elements to it than just a creampie in this!) humiliation, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, piv and creampie.
note – it's 5.38 a.m. and i haven't read this so i apologize for any mistakes in advance. this was initially a minchan threesome but at some point i completely lost the plot and ended up with only one character (sorry to dissapoint you all this time!). also, i have said this several times but i genuinely think this is one of my most filthiest drabbles haha. this has some breeding/impregnation elements that might not be for everyone so, just a heads up! still. if you decide to read this i hope you like it.
please remember that i have a ko-fi! tips are highly appreciated.
[18:36, Mr. Lee]
sorry for the unexpected, but do you think you can stay longer tonight? i completely forgot that i was supposed to make dinner for a friend who happens to be one of the company's associates. just in case i need some help with min.
i'll pay you the extra hours, of course.
you couldn't help but let out an audible groan as soon as your eyes read those words. it wasn't that you hated your job and that you wanted to leave as soon as possible but, to be completely honest, you already had plans to spend your friday night.
nonetheless, the opportunity of earning extra money was too tempting to be rejected.
[18:38, y/n]
it's alright mr. lee,
i can stay as long as you need me to.
your eyes traveled to the image of min who had spent the past 45 minutes playing with some stacking blocks. suddenly, you recalled a lecture you had read on one of your pedagogy classes that talked about kids and the stages of games. the average toddler was capable of piling 1 or 2 blocks at the age of one year, yet min was already doing so at barely 10 months.
"aren't you a smart baby?" you questioned, poking his nose and earning a smile from him, "just as smart as your daddy".
judged by min's activities throughout the day, you knew that he was going to fall asleep and wouldn't wake up until tomorrow morning at minimum. you had been babysitting kids for over 3 years now yet none of them were as easy to handle as he was, and that automatically made you feel lucky. not only that but mr. lee was generous in terms of money, paying you even 4 times more than your last babysitting gig.
"taking care of a child is hard work," he had said the very first time you had talked to him about the ridiculous amount of money he had transferred to your bank account, "even harder when you are a college student and the kid isn't yours".
and as much as you wanted to protest, you couldn't reject such a kind act.
[18:49, Mr. Lee]
can you please open the door for me?
i forgot the keys in my car and my hands are full carrying the shopping bags
taking min into your arms and walking toward the door, you wondered why he was home this early. oh, right, the dinner. it must be a big deal if he is the one cooking and hosting it in his apartment rather than a fancy restaurant, so you completely understood the urge behind wanting you there to help him out if needed.
and as you opened the door, you were welcomed with the image of minho after an exhausting day at work. his light blue, unbuttoned shirt had the sleeves slightly rolled up and the loose tie he was wearing gave him that extra "CEO" job touch. sometimes you wondered how her wife had given up such man, but you were never brave enough to ask him about his divorce, let alone his ex-partner.
"hi, hi," he sighed in a rush, leaning down a bit to plant a kiss on little min's nose while he let out a small laugh, "hi there, honey".
"rough day?" you queried, looking at the small droplets of sweat on his forehead and the stain of coffee on his white shirt.
"and it hasn't ended yet", he mumbled, walking towards the kitchen bar as he laid the shopping bags on top of them, "is it too late to cancel dinner?"
"i'm rooting for you, sir" you cheered, closing the door right behind you.
"how was min today?" he questioned, rolling his sleeves even further to wash his hands, "did he gave you a lot of work?"
"if playing with stacking blocks, watching the wheels on the bus video for 19 times in a row, and making some geber cereal by demand of little min is a lot of work, then yes" you joked, smiling fondly at him while you held him.
"i'm glad you two get along well," minho mumbled with a smile, taking out some vegetables of the shopping bags and placing them on top of a cutting board, "and you," he cooed with a playful tone, approaching min on his way to get a plate from the kitchen cabinet you were leaning, "find a new video to watch so that our pretty girl won't get bored of the same one".
"it's driving me insane at this point," you sighed, smiling at the fondness of how minho treated his son, "but he laughs a lot while watching it, so it's alright".
"did you have plans for tonight?" he queried, chopping the vegetables and pouring them on a big plate.
"nothing too special," you admitted, "i don't mind working extra hours tonight".
"i will make it up to you, alright?" he mumbled while fixing his gaze on you.
the way minho made you feel was different, new. even though you knew he never did it with any other intention than being friendly, his behavior towards you had you daydreaming about him often. of course, the reality of him being a father in his 30's and you being nothing more than a college student who babysits his kid hit you immediately after your mind started to drift away to impossible scenarios.
"it's alright, mr. lee," you reassured him, "i can see this dinner is important for you, so i'm truly happy to help".
"you are an angel", he praised while being too focused on his cooking tasks.
other than the trivial chat about min's day and his tragic events at the supermarket, you two didn't talk any further. at some point, the little one started to get unsteady and so you took him to his room to play for a bit before his bath time, not wanting to stress minho with his crying any further.
a couple of minutes and 6 educational videos later, you noticed that min was starting to get sleepy. the way he blinked with laziness and how his body was starting to lean on you for support betrayed him, so you decided to clean him up before it was too late.
unfortunately for you, min's baths were always messy. even though he was practically falling asleep mere moments ago, the feeling of warm water woke him up. he entertained himself while playing with his set of rubber ducks, splashing water all over you and the floor -something that you were going to have to mop later-. Even though bath time was one of your favorite activities to do with him, you weren't too fond of getting your clothes wet especially when you knew you were going to stay longer than usual, so you tried to rush the process in hopes of saving as much of your clothes as possible.
"come here, little one," you whispered, covering him up with a clean towel.
the moments after the bath were spent quickly, dressing him up with the coziest pajama you could find and lulling him until he finally fell asleep inside your arms.
"aren't you such a good boy?" you hummed, leaving a faint kiss on his forehead, "so cute, just like your daddy aren't you?"
"y/n," minho cleared his throat, making you feel your heart sinking deep into your insides.
"oh my god," you gasped, embarrassed and hoping he hadn't heard those last words. nonetheless, judged by the teasing smirk he had only, you could only assume he had listened to your praise.
"i'll take a bath quickly," minho stated, "if by any reason sungho gets here early, do you think you can invite him in?"
"oh, yeah-" you replied puzzled, "sure, yeah".
"good," he smiled, "i'll rush".
right after he walked away from min's room, you cursed yourself for even agreeing to stay longer than you needed to. your appearance was a mess, your clothes were wet and stained with oatmeal cereal, and, judged by the time you spent playing with min in the park under the bright sun that afternoon, you smelled.
luckily for you, as you were laying min down in his cradle, you remembered the pink bag you carried this morning for college. there were the clothes you were supposed to use that night and, even though they weren't appropriate for a babysitting job, you would rather wear those than the dirty clothes you had on at the moment.
all you had to do was patiently wait for minho to get out of the shower and pray for his friend to arrive late. the idea of having to talk to them made you nervous because this wasn't the first time mr. lee had friends over and you knew which kind of men they were.
rich, important, refined and powerful, the mere thought of having to be in the same room as them intimidated you enough so you couldn't think about engaging in trivial conversations with them.
and just as if the universe was hearing your pleas, the sound of minho's footsteps across the living room saved you from insanity. closing the door slowly to avoid making any loud noises, you walked towards him only to be welcomed with an image that you were most definitely going to remember on one of those nights: white shirt with the chest slightly unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up, a pair of suspenders, black pants, and wet hair, the sight was as attractive as it was sinful.
"sir," you mumbled, trying your best to appear collected in front of him, "i was wondering if i could take a shower quickly".
"do you need me to lend you some clean clothes?" he queried, fixing the buttons of his sleeves.
even though the proposal excited you, you were somewhat embarrassed of asking such favor in addition to him allowing you to take a shower at his place.
you shook your head, "i have some clean clothes in my bag".
"go on then," the brown-haired smiled at you, "you already know where the bathroom is".
you didn't really thought anything of it until the moment you had to step foot into his bedroom to make your way to the bathroom. min's room had one as well but, since he was a toddler, the only thing it had was a bathtub and not a shower, so this was your only option.
even though he never forbade you from entering his room, the thought of walking around it seemed a bit invasive so you tried to do it as little as you could. nonetheless, the times you had visited it, you always felt overwhelmed.
holding your pink backpack against your chest, you walked along the bedroom and into the bathroom that was located after a big, walk-in closet. judged by his bedroom, you could only infere that minho had good taste.
well, either him or his ex-wife. nonetheless, the whole place was elegant, luxurious and it made you feel small.
not trying to lose any more time, you got rid of all your clothes and hopped into the shower allowing the warm water to wash off every single trace of sweat and dirt on your body. the scent of the shampoo and body wash were exactly what minho smelled like and you couldn't help but inhale the fragrance in hopes of it engraving into your mind.
you were conflicted, hating yourself for even thinking about him that way but feeling a pleasant sensation each time his image appeared into your mind. it was like a forbidden door that you knew you shouldn't cross, but you'd still try to open it every once in a while.
just as you were approaching the end of your bath, the faint sound of footsteps in his room made you freeze in your place. knowing that he was aware of your presence there, you didn't bother to close the door of the bathroom because you knew he was not going to walk anywhere near it, taking into account that his guest was just about to arrive. however, you should've thought about it twice, especially because the shower was surrounded by tempered glass and nothing else.
it was then, in the heat of the moment, where a wicked thought appeared in your mind. more than scaring you or make you uncomfortable, you wanted him to see you. you wanted him to walk near the door of the bathroom to catch a glimpse of your naked body. you wanted to pretend you didn't know he was watching you.
but, little did you know that when you were picturing that scenario, it was already happening.
spying on you weren't his initials intentions, no. all he wanted was to get his cellphone that he had forgotten inside of the walk-in closet but, as he saw the door of the bathroom completely opened, he just couldn't help himself.
taking advantage of the fact that you were facing towards the shower instead of him, he cautiously positioned himself at an angle that he was sure you were not going to catch.
however, the sudden stop of his footsteps betrayed him. it took you one quick glance at the big mirror to noticed he was there, standing right at the toughened glass door of the bathroom with both of his hands inside of his pockets.
you continued with your task rather nonchalantly, soaping your whole body and even daring to lean downwards to give him a full sight of all he needed to see. at the end of the day you were just innocently taking a shower, right?
your hand reached out to close the shower head and it was only then that minho walked away from his previous position, leaving you completely alone again. you took a few seconds to process the events that just happened and how they most definitely were going to affect your job.
but, as you pondered the possible outcomes, you reached the conclusion that things were going to remain the same. minho believed he caught off-guard and he was obviously not going to admit spying on a 22 year old so the possibilities of this situation evolving to something else were minimum to zero.
or at least that's what you thought.
"i'm telling you," minho mumbled while taking a sip of his wine glass, "she is my angel".
your skin turned hotter at the sudden compliment, covering your face with both of your hands as you tried to divert the gaze of both men from you.
"how long have you been working with minho?", his friend, kim sungho, inquired.
just as if dealing with someone as powerful as minho wasn't enough, you were now tied to a dinner table with not one but two intimidating men. not only that, but the recent shower events weren't really helping you in making eye contact with any of them, especially your boss.
"next friday i will be 6 months," you answered shyly, picking on the food of your plate to keep yourself busy.
"and how does min behave?" he questioned again, showing his full interest in you.
"he is such a calm baby," you mumbled, your eyes shining brightly as you spoke about him, "he hardly ever gives me any trouble and since he is getting older, it is way easier to handle him".
"he is very cute, isn't he?" minho intervened, bringing back the words you had said just a few hours ago.
"he is," you replied with a smile, forcing yourself to make eye contact with him. it was unusual that someone intimidated you this much and, to be completely honest, you weren't too fond of the feeling, so you needed to prove yourself that he didn't have that much power over you.
"do you have any plans after graduating?" sungho asked you, capturing your whole attention.
"i want to do a master's degree in early childhood education and hopefully get a job as a preschool teacher," you replied.
"i'm guessing forming a family is something you have in mind," sungho blurted, earning an honest smile from you.
"it is, yes," you replied, a bit amazed with the question, "of course, i still want to do other things before motherhood but that is definitely on my list".
"i'm sure she will be such a great mom," minho praised, taking another sip of his glass, "she is so... gentle".
the blood in minho's body traveled to one specific place as he recalled the memories of your naked body in his shower. your rounded breasts and hips were perfect for him to admire, thinking about how pretty your body was to be bred over and over again.
"yeah, i will try to," you shyly murmured in response to minho's compliment, "i really like children and i would love to have some of my own".
there it was again, that pulsating feeling between his legs. whether it was pure biology or his own perversions, minho couldn't help but feel aroused at the thought of having his way with you. he wanted to have you underneath him, begging for him to pump his cum inside your cunt until it was leaking out of you.
the rest of the dinner was spent casually, minho and sungho talking about work stuff and you praying for min to start crying so you could have an excuse to leave the table. now that you were witnessing the last goodbyes between your boss and his friend from the dining room, it was safe to say that the little one was still sleeping soundly.
as soon as he closed the door of the apartment, minho let out a loud sigh. almost as if he had been struggling to keep his composure throughout the dinner, desperate to be on his own.
"rough day?" you questioned him again, taking off your sweater and picking up the dishes from the table.
"and it hasn't ended yet," he repeated the exact same answer, walking towards you. he placed both of his palms against the kitchen bar, his eyes analyzing every single movement you did.
"i will just clean this up and get going," you murmured, trying to avoid any kind of silence to prevent yourself from getting clumsy, "it is already too l-".
"y/n," he interrupted, his low voice sending shivers down your spine. for once you were lucky that you weren't facing him, both of your eyes fixed on the plates you were washing.
"yes, sir?" you queried, trying to act as oblivious as possible.
"why didn't you stop me?" the dark-haired questioned you, making your whole heart sink into your chest. no matter how hard you tried to give him a proper answer, your mouth just wasn't connected to your brain.
your gaze fixed on the running water of the faucet and soon, the memories of your last shower invaded you.
"has the cat got your tongue now?" he mumbled rather harshly, "you acted so bold in the shower while putting on a show for me and you are scared of an innocent question?"
"did you drink a lot of wine, sir?" you teased him with a silly laugh, the evident nervousness betraying you in front of his eyes.
"don't try to act dumb with me, y/n," his hoarse voice took you from surprise, the sound of his words indicating that he was approaching you from behind while you kept on doing the dishes, "you know what i am talking about".
you swallowed hard, licking your lips while you tried to focus on your task to seem disengaged, "i think i heard something on min's room, i will go-".
"you are not going anywhere until you answer my question," he breathed, cornering you between his body and the sink, "or do you need a reminder of how naughty you acted this evening?"
while both of his arms were wrapped around your figure, he took the faucet sprayer from your hands. it took you one wrong movement to feel his growing bulge against your arse, the only things intervening between the two of you were clothes and absolutely nothing more.
"you don't remember?" he queried, his breath tickling against the skin of your neck, "how you were soaping your body for me?".
he drove the faucet sprayer towards you, wetting your chest and blouse. the feeling of his body against yours, combined with the coldness of the water, made your nipples harden in a matter of seconds.
"you even bent over, exposing that cunt of yours for me," he purred into your ear, the feeling of having your body shaking under his hold sending electricity trough his veins, "you are going to tell me you don't remember?"
having minho confronting you about the incident was not on your list of possible outcomes and that alone was enough to have you on edge.
"you looked so pretty, you know that?" he whispered, wetting the cotton fabric on your breasts even more, "massaging your breasts and bending over to wash your legs".
only when he noticed your hardened nipples through your wet blouse, he turned the faucet off.
as much as you tried to hold back and control yourself from doing something you would regret in a future, the overwhelming stimuli was too strong to be fought.
you were too needy and too eager to see what was on store for you, your hips involuntarily grinding against his bulge and your nipples begging to be used.
"i am sorry sir," you murmured, your gaze falling on minho's veiny arm that was wrapped around your waist, "i just- i don't know what happened-".
"you knew i wasn't going to be able to control myself," he whispered into your ear, the digits of his available hand caressing the sides of your body and making you squirm under him. "you wanted to tease me, didn't you?"
"i did," you cried, feeling how your heartbeats were going faster and faster as minho's words got the desired effect on you, "i am not sure why-".
"because you are too needy, y/n," he mumbled with his lips attached to the skin of your neck, his available hand reaching out for your string top and pulling it downwards to reveal your swollen breasts, "too desperate to have your holes filled".
he pinched one of your hardened buds, forcing a loud moan out of your lips. "you are lucky i was the one who walked into you this time," he groaned, brushing the tip of his digits against his nipples, "what would you have done if it had been sungho? would you had put on a show for him as well?"
you moaned at his touch, bucking your hips against the sink desperately every time he teased your breasts.
"i am sure you would have," minho murmured, gropping both of your breasts with his hands, "moving your hips from side to side and inviting any men to fuck your dripping cunt in exchange of cum".
even though you weren't a virgin, you were not really used to men talking you down like that.
saying you enjoyed it was an understatement.
"i am just too horny," you shyly whispered, closing your eyes shut as you felt minho's fingers twisting your hardened buds, "i am sorry".
minho let out a soft scoff, grinding his hips against yours ever so slightly. "you should feel sorry, y/n", he groaned, wrapping one of his arms around you once again and guiding you all the way to the dinner table that had been occupied by you, your boss and his friend for the past hours. "you should feel embarrassed by how needy and filthy you are".
with a swift movement he pressed your lower back against the table, forcing you to bend over it. he smirked at the sight of your skirt rolled up and your pink panties completely exposed, taking quick notice of the dark patch in the middle of it created by your own juices.
"you know i am too generous," he breathed, gripping a fistful of your hair with one hand to hold you in place while pulling down your ruined panties with the other, "i can't let you go home like this knowing that your dripping cunt needs to be used and filled with cum".
you let out a faint whine at his words, your pussy clenching around thin air and wishing for him to make even the slightest contact with it.
"why are you so needy these days, huh?" he queried, his digits tracing your wetted slit and making your whole body tremble against the table, "is it the middle of the month?"
you shook your head slightly, "i am not sure, sir".
"you are not sure?" he hummed, caressing your wet folds and teasing your bundle of nerves without actually giving you any simulation, "it seems like it, y/n. you are acting like a slut in heat."
without giving you a proper warning, he pumped two of his fingers inside of you. they slided in so easily that minho couldn't help but groan, feeling how your warm walls clenched around his digts aggressively each time he thrusted them deep inside you.
"i didn't even had to lubricate them from how wet you are," he mumbled, "aren't you embarrassed? getting turned on by being humiliated?"
you whined painfully at the lack of stimulation on your clit, bucking your hips against him as he fucked your cunt with his digits.
"sir, please," you quietly begged, trying hard to prevent the tears of frustration from falling down your cheeks, "i need you to rub me".
"i don't think you deserve it," the dark-haired teased you, pulling your hair even harshly while his fingers reached a deepest spot inside of you, "if you want to cum, you have to find a way to do so without using your hands because this is all you are getting for what you did earlier today".
you cried again, feeling the tension accumulating in your lower back but knowing that you were going to need more than the penetration of his fingers to cum.
both of your hands reached out for the edges of the table and you positioned yourself even closer to the corner you were bent over, grazing your throbbing clit against it.
"you look so desperate," minho laughed, his cock twitching inside of his pants as he witnessed the scene of your pathetic body humping the corner of the table while he fucked your cunt, "you really want to cum this bad, don't you?"
"i do sir," you whined, moving your hips and circles against his palm, "please make me cum, i need it".
"you need it?" he hummed, lost in the way your cunt dripped over the table, "you have to earn it, y/n".
you arched your back at his words, feeling how the tightened knot was going to come undone at any second now.
"what do i have to do?" you queried desperately, feeling the tears streaming down your face and your hardened nipples brushing against the table, "i will do anything you ask me to sir, please".
"degrade yourself," he commanded, giving you no further instructions, "you are such a smart girl and, by now, i am sure you know what i would love to hear".
even though the task was embarrassing, you were already too fucked out to even reconsider following his command. you had always been bold with every single on your partners, and today wasn't going to be the exception.
"what do you want to hear, sir?" you teased him between broken moans, "you want me to say that i am nothing but a needy slut?"
"keep on going" he demanded, the bulge in his pants suddenly becoming too painful to bear it.
"i am nothing but your little cumslut," you whined, feeling how your hips were starting to lose their pace as minho's digits increased theirs, "all i am useful for is to be filled with cum over and over again".
"you can let go," he breathed, feeling how your body was too close to your climax for him to deny it, "make a mess on my fingers and i'll force you to clean them afterwards".
with a high-pitched moan, your whole body started to tremble against him and the table. "such an obedient slut," he praised, "cumming only when i allowed her to".
you laid down on the table while trying to overcome your nerve-wrecking orgasm, a series of spasms taking over your body even minutes after cumming.
"thank you sir," you whispered, trying to recover your breath, "thank you, thank hou, thank you".
"are you really thankful, y/n?," minho mumbled turning you over and picking you up to sit you on the dinner table.
you simply nodded.
"why don't you show me your gratitude then?" he queried, his gaze fixed on your swollen cunt, "open up your legs and take my cock all the way in".
still dizzy from your previous orgasm, you followed his pleas. both of you still had almost all of your clothes on and, as weird as it sounded, it only made the scene ten times hotter.
it made you feel more humiliated, you would dare to say. your strap top completely pulled down and out of place, your wet panties on the dining floor and your pink skirt completely rolled up to have your cunt exposed were such a delightful sight to minho, one that was almost making him lose his senses.
"i want to know how thankful my dirty slut is," he grunted, unzipping his pants and freeing his veiny length, "by allowing me to do as i please with her".
you nodded eagerly, without thinking it twice and he couldn't help but let out a faint laugh at your despair. "you are more needy than i thought," he scoffed, rubbing the tip of his cock against your swollen clit, "allowing me to use you as i please only for a crumb of pleasure?"
"minho please," you whined, grinding your hips against it, "thrust it in me".
he clicked his tongue a few times, "that is not my name, y/n".
"sir, i am sorry," you corrected yourself, "sir, please, let me feel your cock inside of me".
"i would love to have you begging for hours on end for my cock," he groaned, gripping both of your thighs, "but after tonight, i am just too desperate to fill you up the way you deserve it".
slowly, minho's hips started to thrust his length inside you. the way his cock wss stretching your walls made you shed a couple of tears because it was way more painful than had expected it to be. nonetheless, he was quick to wipe them away with his fingers.
"you are going to have to get used to my cock," he hissed, immersed in the feeling of your tight walls welcoming him, "so i will fuck you as many times as needed for you to learn how to take it properly".
he barely moved inside of you but, wheter it was the overstimulation or pure neediness, you suddenly felt the knot on your stomach again.
"sir-" you gasped, wrapping your hands around his arms, "sir, i think i am going to cum".
"is that so?" he groaned, teasing you with a cocky smirk, "but i haven't done anything, y/n".
the only thing you needed was the slightest touch on your bundle of nerves and you were completely sure you were going to cum again.
it was embarrassing, yes, but it was also proof of how needy and aroused you truly were.
"fuck, fuck, fu-" you hissed, arching your back while you clenched around his thick length. just as if he was reading your mind, his right hand approached your clit with a swift movement and the tip of his digits grazed against it, earning a whiny moan out of you followed by a series of spasms throughout your whole body.
"all you need is your hole filled to cum?" he queried, forcing both of your thighs opened while his cock was still inside you, "i didn't even thrusted it completely and yet you made a mess all over me".
"i am sorry sir," you gasped, tears of bliss running down your cheeks, "i can't help it, i am feeling so fucking needy".
minho smiled at your words, pushing your thighs even further and slamming his cock inside you with no prior warning.
"fuck," you screamed in pain, arching your back and grasping for dear life to the table.
"shhhh, you don't want my neighbors to hear how much of a slut the babysitter is, do you?" he groaned, placing a hand on top of your mouth as he pulled himself out of you only to slam his cock into you again. "though i think you would like that, wouldn't you? having all the neighbors hear how much of a cockslut you are, begging for me to fill up your pussy with my cum".
another thrust and your sore cunt was already to overstimulated to take anything without a pinch of pain.
"i should've known better," he hissed, acquiring a steady –but rough– pace, "that time i interviewed you for the job, i just knew you were going to be a problem for me".
all the moans and whines escaping your lips were repressed by minho's hand on your mouth, forcing you to be quiet.
"you just looked to good, wearing that cute sundress and picking up the toys from the living room," he groaned, his dark gaze meeting yours that was clouded with tears of pleasure, "do you know how hard i had to control myself from bending you over and fucking you that day?"
his movements against your hips continued with a rough rythm, making your swollen breasts bounce to the point of hurting.
"i just wanted you to have you in my room with your legs spreaded and ready for me to use you," the dark-haired moaned, drops of sweat starting to form on his forehead and neck, "i wanted to fill you up with cum several times a day, having you begging for it like the desperate slut in heat you are".
you arched your back against him, desperarely gripping onto his arms as you felt your third orgasm approaching. he moved his hand from your mouth, allowing you to grasp from air and let out the obscene moans he had been repressing for the past minutes.
"i am cumming," you whispered quietly, your whole body shaking and your eyes rolling to the back of your head due to the overwhelming pleasure, "fu-".
you couldn't form a coherent sentence, let alone keep your eyes and legs opened for him. you gropped your breasts and pinched your nipples as you reached your high, feeling the sensations a hundred times more thanks to the overstimulation and the soreness of your chest.
"keep clenching around me," he breathed, going even deeper, "make me cum".
the overwhelming sensations of still being touched even after three orgasms were maybe too much, but you were determined to show him how thankful you were for his cock. spreading both of your legs opened for him, and attempting to look directly into his eyes, you knew exactly what he needed to cum.
and since you were truly thankful for the mindblowing sex, you had no choice other than indulge him.
"minho-" you breathed, bouncing your breasts and spreading your cunt for him, "please fill me up with your cum".
his gaze drastically changed from lust to a strong desire and his hips lost the steady rythm he had maintained for the past minutes.
"i want you to cum inside me", you cried, the sounds of his moans and heavy breathing sending you all the way to cloud nine. "remember how you said earlier that i was going to make such a great mom?" you queried in between broken words, panting and gasping for air, "i bet i would look so pretty, wouldn't i?"
minho moaned louder this time, his eyes closing while the veins on his neck became more and more prominent.
"always ready to be stuffed with your cum until it is leaking out of me," you whined, wrapping your hand around his neck and pulling him closer to your face, forcing his eyes open, "don't you want to breed me? i am so fertile, i bet it would only take you one attempt to get me pregnant, sir".
and just as if you had pushed the right button, minho came inside you. painting your walls white, his sticky, hot arousal was leaking out of you in no time. and as it leaked it out you, he pushed it back inside you.
"be a good cumslut and keep it all inside you," he breathed, pushing back your hair that was sticking to your forehead with sweat, "don't you dare to waste any drops".
you whined at the warm feeling, grinding your hips against it while trying to bear the overstimulation.
"thank you sir," you chanted again, catching your breath. he wiped away the sweat from your face and your chest, pulling out of you.
"i am glad you caught up on that," he murmured, still panting and referring to his unusual kink.
"i guess we have something in common," you admitted.
Synopsis: Welcome to the Heartbreak Hotel, where all our services are specifically designed to make you forget about those who hurt you most. Extra fees apply for all night excursions.
Contains: Hwang Hyunjin x (f) reader, adult language, smut, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), throat fucking, spit play, choking kink, slight degradation, praising, fingering, creampie, dom!Hyunjin, switch!reader, rabu hoteru (Japanese origin), strangers to lovers!au, nonidol!au.
“Good evening sir, how long will you be staying with us tonight? If you’d look behind me, you will see our rates posted by duration of your stay,” The front desk man spoke in a chipper tone to the young man on the opposite side of the marble desk, motioning with his hands to the conveniently placed rate sheet behind him. The young man’s eyes followed the direction of the opposite man’s hands, slightly shocked at the higher than normal prices for some hotel. However, when the desk man’s eyes recognize the face of surprise, he simply chuckled and clapped his hands together, “Judging by the look on your face, you were expecting this to be a normal hotel, right?”
Slightly confused, the dashing young man nodded his head while squinting his eyes, silently beckoning the desk worker to elaborate. Nodding at the young man’s silent question, he cleared his throat before grabbing a fancy leather bound book that lay on his side of the desk, only needing it for instances such as this one. Presenting the book to the young man on the opposite side of the desk, he waited for the young man to open the book before he began his formal introduction of the rather interesting policies of the hotel, “Firstly, this is the Heartbreak Hotel. We specialize in helping those who’ve had their hearts broken feel restored again. Secondly, each activity carries a fee added onto your base payment based on a 15 minute rest or a nightly stay.”
The desk worker then motioned for the young man to flip the introductory page to reveal all of the “services” that the hotel offered, each carrying a corresponding price that increased as he delved deeper into the increasingly sinful book. Watching the young man’s eyes widen to twice their original size, the desk worker then continued his spiel to try to squeeze as much money out of the unsuspecting man in front of him, “As you’ve noticed, with each activity you order, the price increases. But we also offer nightly packages if you are interested in spending the night with one of our beautiful ladies? With these packages, we even allow you to choose your desired partner for the night. Now, what is the name I should put down for your reservation, sir? That is, if you are indeed interested in our services.”
It took maybe two seconds of contemplation for the young man to make his decision, fishing in his pockets for his wallet as he desperately responded to the desk keep, “Hyunjin, and I’m very interested in the nightly packages you mentioned.”
warnings — bodyguard!changbin, bratty!reader, slight bulging kink, female masturbation, oral (m), squirting, slight voyeurism, degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, salirophilia, use of petnames, slight corruption kink, very very mild impact play, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, cum eating, body cumshot, breeding kink, creampie.
note — i think this one came out way more filthy than other things i have written, but i am happy with it. it has more smut than actual plot and even though i thought it was going to end up being a timestamp drabble, i got too carried away? anyways, i hope you enjoy! sorry for it being too long. please remember that english is not my first language and if there are any grammar mistakes, i will correct them asap. and on the note, since i am writing about changbin, i have received several asks about shoot me. i should update it soon, i know! i did face a writers block while doing it and, even though i wrote a fairly amount of things, i havent been able to open my drive because i feel like it doesn't meet my expectations lmfao, i am indeed procrastinating. but i do feel sad reading those asks because i want to give you all a closure, so i will work hard.
"come on, let me out" you yelled in exasperation, banging on the door several times to attract changbin's attention, "i'll be back before midnight, i promise".
"your parents gave me strict orders that i must follow" he limited to respond, standing outside of your bedroom door while scrolling through his phone.
"oh, come one" you hissed, throwing your high-heels around the room, "you are so fucking annoying".
changbin smiled to himself, thinking that he was finally going to have a moment of peace. but, out of all the people in the world, he knew well that peace and your name couldn't even be spelled in the same sentence.
he had been working with you and your family for months now, usually while having them around. he would often drop and pick you up at the university campus, he would accompany you to all your weekend hangouts with friends and made sure that you didn't get on trouble nor danger.
as if your parents were not annoying enough, forcing you to have someone behind your back at all times, it was their profession who always had them on alert. being successful lawyers who did all the dirty work no one wanted to do came with consequences that forced them to be prepared with whatever, that being the main reason behind them being uptight.
"you can wait for me outside the party" you mumbled against the door once again, hoping to get changbin's attention for him to unlock it, "i promise i will behave".
"your parents are out of town and they told me you weren't allowed to go out. not even out of your room because of that last time you escaped to go to your friend's house and returned 3 days later." changbin replied with a serious tone, resting his head on the wall behind him while your last words rubbed him in a way that they didn't need to.
i promise i will behave.
"then, can you hang out with me?" you queried from the other side of the door, one of your brows arched eager to hear his response.
however, it wasn't what you expected.
"y/n, please let me do my work".
"god," you groaned in frustration, kicking the mattress of your bed, "it must suck to be 23 and be as bitter and boring as you are".
changbin scoffed at your comment. it wasn't that he was a bitter or boring man, but he understood that that was only the part you knew about him. he strived to be completely responsible and professional at his job so he couldn't go around doing things that could get him in trouble or damage his image in front of his bosses.
having a close relationship with you being one of them.
"changbin, i am hungry" you mumbled once again, waiting for him to open the door so you could storm out of your room before he could catch you.
as far as you were concerned, there were not many of your father's bodyguards that night since they all traveled abroad with him so trying to escape from just one wasn't going to be such a hard task. it wasn't like you hadn't done it before.
"order something and i will pick it up for you, then i will bring it into your room" he responded, again, unbothered.
"can i go to the kitchen?" you inquired, resting your head on the cold surface of the door.
changbin lifted his gaze up from his phonescreen, wondering if he was being too harsh on you. even though your parents did tell him to keep an eye on you, they never mentioned anything about you being around the house as long as he was there with you.
locking his phone and carefully placing it on the pockets of his black pants, one of his hands reached out for the keys to your bedroom and proceeded to unlock the door.
as soon as you heard the noise, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. isn't he so naive?
he opened the door slowly, looking at you to see any kind of impulsive action or weird behavior. however, you just stood there in front of him with your pink tight dress on, your leather purse in one hand and your high-heels on the other.
"wh-"
"i will be back at midnight, alright?" you rushed to say, pushing him away from the door so you could start running downstairs and leave by the kitchen door.
however, you underestimated how qualified changbin was to do the work of a bodyguard. it didn't took him more than 5 seconds to approach you and grab you by the waist, your hands being forced to drop both your purse and your shoes at the start of the staircase.
"didn't you say you were going to behave?" he groaned as you struggled to run away from his grip.
for a minute, as much as you were embarrassed of admitting it, you didn't wanted to stop struggling against him.
feeling his body pressed against yours with such strength was turning you on. his arms around your waist and your arse brushing against his crotch was something that you were most definitely not going to forget. the way his heavy breathing sounded in your ears along with the smell of his cologne was as heavenly as you ever imagined it to be.
"you are just a little brat who doesn't know how to follow orders," he grunted, picking your body up and walking you back to your room.
and, even though your mission failed atrociously, you were not completely upset.
you were still going to have fun that night, although your plans had changed.
"get to sleep," changbin panted while forcing you inside of your room, closing the door as soon as you stepped foot in it, "and stop talking to me".
you rolled your eyes in annoyance, feeling how your whole body burned just by the few seconds you were close to changbin.
saying he was attractive was an understatement, and saying that his only charms were physical traits was a lie. there was so much to him that you couldn't understand, and you realized how difficult it was going to be having him around since the very first day your father introduced him as your personal bodyguard.
his smile, his voice, his hands, his body, the way he dressed, talked, acted and smelled... all of him was an invitation for you to dive into your filthiest and darkest fantasies, ones that you wouldn't even dare to say out loud because of how embarrassing they were.
you had always dreamed about him in between your legs, making you cum while having you begging for more and more. and, even though you had thought about approaching him with such an indecent proposal, it was very rare to be left completely alone with him in an intimate space.
until tonight, of course.
"if you are not letting me go out," you sighed, collapsing in your bed with your back resting on the mattress and your eyes fixed on the ceiling, "can you at least help me?"
"what do you need?" he queried, still outside of your door.
"i was going to meet up with someone," you mumbled, stretching your whole body on top of the bed, "you know..."
"y/n-"
"since you are not giving me permission to go out, it's only fair that you take care of the job" you pouted, your right hand caressing your whole body on top of the thin, pink fabric of the dress you were wearing as you awaited for his reponse.
"get to sleep," he replied, the tone of his voice dropping while closing his eyes, bringing back the memory of your body in that short dress, "read a book, i don't know-"
"i am not in the mood for that," you slightly wined, your nipples getting harder under your underwear begging to be touched, "just come into my room".
"you know i can't do that, y/n" he spoke. this time though, you could feel the torture in his voice. you knew he needed it just as much as you so, with the right amount of pressure, it was going to be easy for him to give in.
"there is no one around," you mumbled, spreading your legs opened while your digits caressed your wetted slit, "and i promise not to tell anyone so, what's stopping you?"
no response from him.
"they gave you strict orders for not letting me out of the house but they never said anything about fucking their daughter, am i right?" you queried once again, your fingers teasing to pull your own panties to the side, "i don't understand why you wouldn't fulfill my plea".
"my job is to take care of you," he hissed, his head slightly banging on the wall behind him as he tried his hardest to maintain his posture, "nothing else."
"then take care of me properly," you replied, feeling a tension growing in your lower back that just needed to be released, "come inside and take care of me".
"y/n..."
"or is it that i am not attractive?," you rushed to say, thinking about how you were going to play your cards this time around. "if you don't want to fuck me because i am not your type, just say so, you don't need to make up excuses about your job".
"get to sleep, yeah?" he repeated again, his eyes closed shut while your words lingered on his mind over and over again.
"is that it? you don't find me attractive?" you insisted, running your fingers along your wet panties. "that's such a pity, because i find you incredibly attractive".
changbin's cock twitched inside of his pants, feeling light-headed because he never thought he would hear those words coming out of your lips.
"you are so, so, so attractive changbin" you whined, sliding your panties to your side while your digits got coated in your own juices, "just now, when you were forcing me back into my room, i got so wet".
changbin swallowed hard at your words, all the blood in his body traveling down to one particular point.
"if you don't want to fuck or see me," you panted, spreading your legs even more, "can you at least hear how i touch myself thinking of you?"
"y/n, please don't tempt me" changbin whispered, but it wasn't loud enough for you to hear it.
"just listen to me," you moaned, pumping two of your fingers inside your cunt, "how bad i need someone to fill up my holes".
changbin's erection was starting to hurt inside of his tight pants and he couldn't ignore the uncomfortable, yet arousing feeling of being hard.
"are you hard already, changbin?" you questioned with a whine, rubbing circles on your clit with one hand while the other worked on your cunt.
changbin's hand traveled instinctively to his bulge, palming and teasing himself while he struggled to keep his mind clear.
"come on," your lewd noises were coming out louder than before and he was on the brink of opening that door just to see you. no touching, no fucking, not anything else. he just wanted to admire you and move on, just to stop torturing his mind thinking about how could you possibly look while playing with yourself, "please come and fuck me, my fingers aren't enough".
the mixture of your words, his heavy breathing, fast heartbeats, growing bulge and dizzy mind drove him to take one of the worst decisions he could ever take that night: opening the door.
and there you were, laying with your dress slightly pulled up and your legs spreaded, two of your fingers buried deep into your cunt while your hips bucked mercilessly against nothing.
"see, i know you were smart," you panted, licking your lips without breaking the eye-contact with him, "it is more fun when you get to look, isn't that right?"
changbin's gaze fixed on your glistening cunt that was practically ready to be used, admiring how your digits got lost inside of it wishing it was his big cock instead.
"it feels so good," you moaned, your eyes falling to the pleasant sight of his bulge under his pants, "but i bet you would feel ten times better".
changbin licked his lips with both of his hands inside the pockets of his pants, not caring to hide his growing erection at all. the more he saw you and listened to your whines, the more prominent and uncomfortable it got.
slowly, his hand started to caress his bulge on top of the fabric of his pants, the scene ending up being way more filthy than you could ever imagine.
"i know you want to fuck me," you moaned, moving your hips against the mattress while you fucked yourself, "why do you keep resisting it?"
changbin's serious demeanor wasn't unusual, but still- you couldn't help but feel frightened by the way he was looking at you. he looked even more intimidating than he usually did and, as much as you loved it, you didn't know what to expect from it.
"please changbin-" you cried while bucking your hips against your fingers, increasing the pace of them, "don't you want to fuck me? don't you want to know how it feels to be inside my pussy?"
the thing that had him on edge the most was how wet you were. the lewd noises your fingers made everytime they fuck themselves into you had him seeing stars, thinking about how delicious you would feel while clenching around him.
the only thing stopping him from fucking you was himself. and god, how much he hated himself for that.
"i am so close," you whispered, closing your eyes and letting your head fall down onto the pillow, "fuck, i am going to cum".
it was only after hearing those words that he decided to act on them, slowly walking towards your opened legs and placing one of his hands on your thigh, the tip of his digits barely touching your skin but still managing to send shivers down your spine.
"please make me cum" you begged, still with your eyes closed and your sore fingers sloppily working on your cunt, "i need you to be the one who makes me cum, please".
changbin couldn't control himself any longer. you were on full disposal for him, wet and ready to be used as he pleased. the way your pussy and asshole throbbed at the anticipating orgasm had him on edge, his bulge starting to feel unpleasantly painful while the need of it to be released grew stronger.
"make yourself cum," he mumbled for the first time in a while, "or is that something too hard for you to do on your own?"
your heart sank at his words, the desire of making yourself cum for him growing bigger and bigger by the second.
"go on," he hissed, slapping your thigh softly, "prove to me how much you want to have those holes filled".
you arched your back against the mattress, eyes turning white while they rolled to the back of your head. changbin's soft slaps increased their roughness, making you scream in pain right before cumming for him.
"is this getting you on?" he queried, holding your leg with one hand while the other alternate between your thighs, slapping them, "you filthy slut".
it was those words what made you reach your climax, moaning in pleasure and pain while you tried to close your legs and withdraw your hand from your cunt. nonetheless, he was quick to stop you.
"you were begging just a few seconds ago to be fucked and yet one orgasm is all you can take?" changbin asked, forcing both of your legs open while you were still at the highest point of your climax, "make yourself cum again".
"i can't-" you shyly cried, every single friction becoming overstimulating for your sore cunt. changbin was mad and, as wicked as that was, it only made him ten times hotter to your eyes.
"you made yourself cum once and you can't keep on going," he scoffed, keeping both of your red thighs opened for him, "what makes you think you will be able to take my cock properly?"
your back arched again, feeling the painful pulsations every time you rubbed your digit against your bundle of nerves.
"can you h-help me?" you whispered, realizing that your second orgasm wasn't that far from happening but you were just too sensitive to keep on touching yourself on your own.
he dragged his fingers lazily from your thighs all the way to your drenched core, even the slightest touch of his digits making you buck your hips in anticipation, "i'll only help you if you promise to keep that pretty mouth shut the rest of the night".
"you know i can't do that", you scoffed, the soft laugh getting lost in a painful whine.
"if you are not going to shut up," changbin groaned, two of his fingers sliding inside your throbbing cunt making you let out a faint cry, "then make sure to put on a good show for me".
you rolled your hips against his fingers, voluntarily clenching around them just to tease changbin even more. your digits kept on working on your bundle of nerves, trying to maintain the same steady pace changbin was fucking you with his fingers.
"can i tell you a secret?" you weakly whispered, trying your best to keep both of your eyes open, "can i?"
"tell me" he mumbled, biting his lower lip while the veins on his neck and arms became more prominent.
"no one has ever made me cum before," you panted, rolling your head back while you felt the overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure, "and i mean it".
changbin tilted his head, letting out a smug smile while he curled his fingers inside your walls, automatically hitting that sweet spot that made your hand grab onto the bed sheets.
"my dumb slut," he hissed, leaning towards you without stopping his work on your cunt, "is it that you are hard to satisfy or that the cocks you fucked didn't know how to treat you properly?"
he curled up his fingers one more time, making you close your legs around his arm almost instantly, "i am guessing the second one".
"changbin-" you moaned, wrapping both of your hands against his wrist between your thighs, "fuck, changbin".
"do you want me to stop?" he whispered near your ear, his deep voice making your whole body tremble, "or do you want me to keep on going?"
"slow-" you cried, trying to hold back your orgasm, "fuck, i-"
however, he didn't followed your request. instead of slowing down, his fingers acquired a much faster and deeper pace, brushing against your g-spot every time they reached the deepest spots in your cunt.
"changbin, i am cumming" you cried, trying to push his hand away from you but he was much more stronger, "changbin-"
and before you could say or do anything else, your arousal started dripping out of you like never before. it made a mess everywhere, on your panties, on your bedsheets and on changbin's arm that was now glistening with your arousal.
"oh my fucking god" you moaned, covering your face with both hands while his digits ran along your wetted slit trying to collect the most of your orgasm, "i am sorr-"
his fingers parted your lips and pushed themselves inside your warm mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. "clean them up," changbin commanded, his swollen lips slightly parting at the same times yours did, "all the way down to my knuckles".
with tears in your eyes and trembling body, your tongue collected all of your arousal off of his fingers.
this was another whole side of him, one that you never thought it existed. he had always been a sweet and caring man around your parents, serious when he needed to be and, most importantly, very professional about his job. whenever he wasn't working, he seemed to be a pretty decent man with a pretty decent life.
yet, just like you, he had a filthy side that you never thought you would discover before.
"undress yourself for me" he pleaded, wanting to have you all naked for himself. it didn't took you long to fulfill his request, taking off your panties, dress and bra.
"i bet you can take one more orgasm, can't you?" he groaned while pulling his fingers out of your mouth, his words making you tremble under him almost immediately.
you looked at him with hesitant eyes, wanting to keep on going but afraid that three orgasms a night was about pretty much you could handle. as much as you loved the feeling of his fingers fucking your cunt harshly, you wanted something else.
something he could give you.
"i want you to fill my mouth," you whispered in between gasps, your needy eyes making changbin feel a thousand different sensations in just one moment.
"since you are so good with words to the point that you can't shut up," he hissed, gripping a fistful of your hair and forcing your head to keep the eye contact with him, "why don't you describe me exactly what tou want?"
suddenly, you felt shy. the teasing and bratty y/n disappeared as soon as changbin asserted his dominance on you, making you cum for the first time that night by just slapping your thighs and whispering filthy words.
"word by word, i want to hear those filthy thoughts of you out loud," he commanded, "i want you to realize how pathetic you sound while begging for me".
you licked your lips as tears started to prick in the corners of your eyes due to the embarrassment but, as much as you wanted to deny it, it was turning you on maybe a bit too much.
"i want to be kneeling in front of you," you mumbled with broken words, still feeling your cunt throbbing, "and i want you to force your cock inside my mouth until i am gagging and crying around it".
"keep on going" he ordered, unzipping his pants with his available hand and pulling them down to reveal his hardened erection.
"i want you to fuck my face until i beg for you to stop" you sighed, your eyes fixed on his erection. it was big, bigger than you had anticipated, "i want you to degrade me while you use my mouth over and over again".
"arent you a cute little fucktoy?" he queried, kneeling on the bed while he aligned his length with your mouth, "when was the last time you fucked?"
"a while ago" you admitted, feeling his soft tip parting your lips.
"i can tell," he replied, caressing your hair and pushing it away from your face, "only a slut in heat would touch herself for people to hear".
without giving you a proper warning, he thrusted his cock inside your warm hole, making your whole body squirm on the bed. "be a good fucktoy and take it all in" he groaned, letting out small sighs each time his cock reached a deepest spot in your mouth.
slowly, he pulled out only to slam his hips again with the same intensity and roughness than the first time, making you gag and cough around his length.
"i want to see those pretty eyes filled with tears" he mumbled, "if by the end you are not crying, i will make sure to keep fucking that slutty mouth until you are".
you nodded eagerly against him, taking him all in one more time. one of your hands traveled to his cock, wishing to stroke the parts that couldn't fit in your mouth, but he was quick to stop you.
"use those hands to make yourself cum again," he clicked his tongue, grabbing them by the wrists and pushing him away, "i want to feel every single one of your moans around me".
you didn't think it was physically possible for you to keep going but you were determined to show changbin that you deserved to be fucked by no other than him.
just like the first time, you drove both of your hands to your aching cunt. your helpless fingers collected your previous orgasm as a lubricant and started to fuck your throbbing pussy once again. one hand worked on your cunt while the other paid attention to the clit, wanting to reach your orgasm as fast as possible.
"you are so good with your tongue," he groaned, his head falling slightly back while his lower lip got caught in between his lips, "who taught you to suck cock that good? you filthy slut".
he continued on pounding his lenght inside you, glancing at the way your fingers got lost inside your cunt while your moans and cries were being drown by his cock.
"i bet you parents are so proud of you," he hissed, pushing your head further onto his lenght, "their good, pure and innocent daughter turned out to be the best slut i have ever used".
you couldn't help but clench around your own fingers while listening to his words, feeling ashamed of how good it felt to be degraded by him.
"i am going to make a mess out of you," he groaned, increasing the pace of his thrusts unside your mouth. "and you are going to enjoy every second of it, understood?"
with teary eyes you nodded against him, feeling that familiar tension on your lower abdomen and back indicating that you were getting closer to your climax.
however, changbin had fantasies in mind that he wanted to fulfill.
his thrusts started to get faster, the movements of his hips against your mouth sloppier and the frequency at which groans and moans escaped his lips only indicated that he was one second away from his sweet release.
"fuck, y/n," he hissed, pulling his cock out of you while he stroke himself. you wanted to cry and protest, thinking about how much you wanted him to fuck you. but still, the minute his sticky arousal landed on your face and chest, you couldn't help but return to be a mindless mess.
nonetheless, he didn't stop there. gripping a fistful of your hair again, and after cumming over your face and neck, he thrusted his cock inside of your mouth one more time to finish cumming down your throat with a loud groan.
"don't you dare to waste it" he groaned, pushing your head to the base of his length to make sure that his cum wasn't going to leak out of you, "swallow all of it and show me your clean mouth afterwards".
you did as you were told, taking his orgasm completely into your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show him that you had heen obedient.
"good slut" he mumbled, pulling himself completely away from you and leaving you laying in your bed, covered in his cum while you still attempted to reach your own orgasm.
"do you want me to fuck you?" he queried, standing on the edge of the bed, admiring how filthy you looked. you nodded eagerly, not bothering to clean up the mess he made on your face and breasts. "then turn me on again," he ordered, his hand working on his half-hardened length.
you touched yourself for him one more time, sticking out your tongue to lick the rest of his arousal that was sitting on your lips.
it didn't took him long for his erection to appear again, dragging his eyes all over your body while you relentlessly bucked your hips against your digits. seeing you all covered in his cum while you continued on fucking yourself just because he ordered you to was such a pleasant scene for him.
every day you acted like a little spoiled brat who had everything she wanted with a snap of a finger and, to be completely honest, you used to get on his nerves constantly because of it. seeing you completely fucked dumb, all dirty and ruined with your cunt exposed for him and the neediness to be filled with his cock felt both like heaven and hell.
he shouldn't be fucking with you, yet here he was.
"changbin, i want to cum" you cried, the sounds of your wetness contributing to his growing erection, "can i cum? please, please, can i cum?"
changbin couldn't help but smile fondly at your words. you were asking for his permission to cum, even when you didn't need to.
"look at me," he demmanded, stroking himself while he watchef you falling apart, "don't close your eyes while you are cumming, i want you to look at me".
you nodded weakly, feeling already your own juiced coating your digits. keeping your eyes opened while orgasming was such a hard task for you, but you were determined to fulfill it only to make him proud.
"i am cumming" you barely whispered, your eyes rolling back slightly while you did your best to look at him.
"how does it feel, y/n?" he questioned, approaching your body that was agressively shaking at the overstimulation of another orgasm, "how does it feel to be covered in my cum while you fuck yourself like a pathetic slut in heat?"
"it feels good" you groaned, both of your eyes closing due to the overwheming sensation of your high, "it feel so good, i feel so good".
changbin smiled at your frustration, admiring how your body twitched every few seconds after overcoming your high. needless to say, you had completed your task sucesfully.
even so, it was inevitable for him not to worry about you. after 3 orgasms, it was expected for you to feel weak and tired and, as much as he wanted to fuck you, he needed to make sure that you wanted it as well.
he had no problem on ending the scene right there, walking towards your bathroom to get a couple of tissues to clean you up.
"changbin?" you sighed, opening your eyes confused as he swept away the rest of his arousal off of your face and breasts.
"tell me, y/n"
"i don't deserve my reward for being an obedient slut?" you queried, a faint smirk appearing on the corners of your lips while changbin looked at you in awe. if he thought he had good resistance when it came to sexual encounters, you were definitely on another level.
"you came 3 times and you still want more?" he questioned, returning back to his previous instance.
"i told you," you mumbled, looking directly at him, "no one has ever been able to make me cum before and i am getting addicted the feeling of it".
changbin scoffed, putting away the rest of the tissues and undressing himself in front of you. and god, was he fine.
"you are such a well-trained slut," he sighed, getting in between your legs while he left kisses all over your abdomen and breasts, "you really have me considering risking my job just to be able to make you mine every fucking day".
you moved your hips in circular motions against him, feeling the tip of his cock brushing against your already abused bundle of nerves.
you let out a deep sigh, clenching around nothing while he leaned on to your body even more. both of your arms locked behind his neck, pulling him even more towards you.
"can you imagine us?" you mumbled, your lips teasing his, "fucking at my college campus, at your car, at a restaurant, at the movie theater or at the fitting room of every shop we visit? after all you are my bodyguard, your job is to follow me around 24/7"
"is that what you need?" he queried, tilting his head and crashing his lips agsinst yours ever so slightly, just to give you a taste of him, "having your holes filled every single day?"
you nodded slightly, your fucked out gaze fixed on his. "i want to be your personal slut" you whispered, dragging your tongue along his lower lip, "i want you to use me as you please, i want you to boss me around and give me orders because i am willing to do anything just to please you".
"you are such an adorable slut," he hissed, burying the tip of his thick cock inside you, earning a gasp out of you, "i bet you are always wet and ready to be used by anyone who sticks their filthy hands in your panties".
you arched your back against him, feeling your walls stretching as he thrusted himself deeper and deeper inside you.
"you are taking my cock so well for a slut that can barely take her own little fingers," he groaned, grinding his teeth while he felt your tight walls welcoming him.
due to the soreness and overstimulation, it took you a while to be able to take his cock properly. giving you forehead kisses and desperately squeezing your hand each time his cock went inside you, you couldn't help but feel even more turned on at this facet of him.
"god you are dripping," he mumbled once his hips were able to start acquiring a steady peace without hurting you, "3 orgasms aren't enough for a needy cockslut like you?
you shook your head while pouting, feeling the need to hold his body against yours because the feeling was way more intense than before.
"don't do that," he groaned after feeling both of your legs locking at his lower back, forcing himself even deeper inside you, "or else i am not pulling out".
"who said i wanted you to pull out?" you moaned, locking your legs around him even harder. a mischievous smile appeared in your face as soon as you saw changbin's countenance changing back to his dominant self.
"you can't get more of a cumslut, can you?" he hissed, the pace of his hips increasing while his words came out more as growls rather than mumbles, "you are practically begging for me to fill you up with my cum".
"fuck yes" you whined, buring yourself in the crook of his neck, "don't act like your perverted mind hasn't think about me that way".
changbin continued on fucking you, the tip of his length reaching that spot inside your walls that had your toes curling up and your hips bucking at a specific angle against him.
"good thing you know," he groaned, the sounds of skin hitting skin along with the lewd noises and words flooding out your whole room, "everytime you wore those cute short dresses out, all i was able to do was jerk off in the car thinking about how much i would love to take you right there and breed you over and over again".
"you pervert," you whined, feeling just the right tension starting to build uo one last time, "instead of doing your job- you spent your time masturbating to the thought of me" you sighed in between broken words and moans.
"you just looked to good," he continued, biting his lower lip and closing both of his eyes while recalling the memory of your pure image being ruined by his filthy thoughts, "all i wanted was to see my cum dripping out of your pussy and making a mess on those short dresses you love to wear".
"fuck, changbin" you moaned, clenching around him while you listened to his dirty words, "just like that, please".
"does my cock fill you up good?" he questioned, resting his weight in his forearms just to be able to see your pretty face all fucked up and your tits bouncing each time he pounded his cock inside you, "get used to it, because from now on i will be fucking you whenever i please".
"yes, fuck yes, yes, yes," you repeated over and over again, having one of your hands against your hardened nipples while the other rubbed against your aching clit, "i am so close".
"cum for me," he ordered, increasing the roughness of his movements, "show me how grateful you are for this cock".
it was almost embarrassing how it didn't took you long to reach your orgasm, painfully moaning against your body while you cursed under your breath over and over again.
"keep on clenching that cunt around me," he ordered, the words barely coming out of his lips by how tensed his jaw was, "prove to me that you deserve my cum inside that pretty hole of yours".
and even though your body was too fucked out and weak to respond on its own, you tried your best to follow his request. moving your hips mercilessly against him, whining his name over and over again begging for his cum and keeping the eye contact with him throughout the whole moment was everything he needed to milk himself inside of you.
"don't. you. dare. to. waste. it" he grunted, pounding his cock inside of you at the end of each word, "be a good slut and keep it all inside that pretty body".
he continued on slamming his cock just a few more times before resting his whole body on too of you, one of his hands caressing your hair. a few minutes were spent of silence, while you and him tried to stabilize your breathes and overcome the overwhelming sensations you just felt.
"i lied" you cooed softly with a smile, interrupting the silence and seeing the strands of his black hair sticked to his forehead due to the sweat, "i wasn't going to hook up with anyone, i just wanted to tease you".
"this was meant to happen," he sighed, his eyes fixing on yours while he caressed your cheeks, "i knew it from the very first time i saw you".
"and you still accepted the job?" you queried weakly, your eyes slightly closing.
"that was the only way to be close to you" he smirked, admiring how beautiful you looked even after the sinful acts you two commited.
"what would you do if my parents find out about what we did?" you asked him.
"about what we did?" he questioned, leaving a kiss on your cheek and then on your jaw, "or about what we will continue on doing?"
✜ the slip-up ✜
changbin x fem!reader
1.1k words
kinks and warnings: ex!changbin, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), a shred of teasing, mild (for me) dirty talk
Both your heart and brain agree that hooking up with your ex isn’t the best idea you’ve ever had.
But the rest of your body? It thinks you’re a goddamn genius for going back to Seo Changbin.
“Thought I’d never have you like this again,” he says, his hands running up your thighs underneath your dress. “You look so fucking good tonight.”
You laugh, reaching up to cup his cheeks and pull him in for a kiss. “Still quite the sweet-talker, I see,” you say before pressing your lips to his. You can feel him smile; it’s the only confirmation you really need from him.
It’s not like you came to the party planning to have sex with him; if anything, you were hoping to find someone else to get you off that night. But from the moment you locked eyes with Changbin from across the room, you already knew you’d be going home with him that night.
“Can I take this off?” he asks, lightly pulling at your dress that’s now bunched around your hips.
He’s not satisfied with the nod you give, and the way he says your name has you paying close attention.
Genre: smut, fwb (friends with benefits), angst (if you squint), and some fluff at the end.
Warnings: rough sex, degradation, dacryphilia, recording during sex, dirty talk, sir kink, oral (both receiving), edging, bulge kink, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex (assuming she’s on the pill), impact play (includes spanking and slapping).
Word Count: 4.7k words.
note: english is not my first language so I do apologize in advance if there will be grammatical errors. also, this is my first work here so pls giv me sum love <3
You didn’t know what has gotten into you the moment you ask your friend Changbin if he would hook up with you if ever you and your now ex-boyfriend didn’t workout. At first, Changbin thought that you were joking, knowing that you’ve only had two boyfriends in your life and don’t have that much experience when it comes to randomly hooking up with other people you don’t even know. But as soon as he realized that you were actually being serious, he was surprised to say the least, because the last time he checked, you weren’t into that kind of stuff.
Contains: Vampire!Hyunjin (modern era), female reader, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), praise kink, implications of biting, mentions of blood, hair pulling, slapping, possessiveness, pet names (doll, princess, pretty girl, etc)
Synopsis: Never in a thousand years would you have imagined yourself in this situation. But one halloween night, you find yourself wrapped around the fingers of a man you had only just met, now desired to be his for eternity.
A/N: I’m back bitches, I hope you enjoy this lil fic inspired by Hyunjin’s studio choom video <3 and an early happy halloween 🎃 tagging @fight-me-m8 and @ch4nb4ng for helping me out and giving me much needed encouragement <3
could I request a drabble for soft sleepy sex with hyunjin where reader is super sleepy, so hyunjin just takes care of her 🥺 bonus points for breeding kink!
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1.6k
Contains: Soft dom!Hyunjin, Female reader, established relationship, breeding kink, cum play, cream pie, praise/degrading kink (more praise tho), very slight possession kink, slight somnophilia (reader is half asleep)
A/N: I apologize if my writing is a little rusty, I haven’t written much in the last little while, but I got sudden motivation (aka I got horny) to write something so here is a quick little thing I did today!
You awoke once you heard the soft chuckle of a mans voice filling the room in which you had been sleeping. You rubbed your eyes, trying to adjust to the morning sunlight clouding your vision.
“She’s finally awake”, you heard a deep voice speaking from above you. You opened your eyes completely, taking sight of the tall dark haired man your mind recognized as your boyfriend, Hyunjin. He was shirtless, only dressed in some tight-fitting boxers and a pair of some oversized socks. His hair was twisted back into an untidy ponytail, the same one he had fallen asleep with, indicating that he had just recently woken up himself. Despite this, he still managed to look gorgeous; every inch of his body was carved to perfection, in a way that made it nearly impossible to pry your eyes away.
“Hyunjin..”, you said quietly, your voice coming out more hoarse than usual.
As he leaned down to place his lips to your cheek, Hyunjin smiled. “Baby.."
You whined quietly as you shuffled your body against the sheets, raising your hips ever so slightly to his. Being your boyfriend of almost two years now, Hyunjin knew your body well, taking the hint immediately.
“My pretty girl..”, Hyunjin cooed down at you. “Still needy even after last night I see”
You nodded as you brought one hand up to Hyunjin’s bare chest, flattening it against his toned muscles and dragging it down to his v-line right above the band of his boxers.
He took your hand off of his boxers, shaking his head softly. “No, baby girl. Let me take care of you today”
His words on their own caused your hips to shift up in eagerness, grinding your panties against his boxers in order to gain any kind of friction you could manage. You couldn’t help it, Hyunjin always had a way with words that made your head spin. His voice was naturally soothing, and every word he spoke sounded like music to your ears. He could coax you to sleep, calm you down, and turn you on, all at the same time. It had been one of the first things you had noticed about him just before you two had met. Even now, you still get aroused every time you hear it.
Now that Hyunjin had just recently woken up, his voice seemed to double in attractiveness. From the very moment you opened your eyes, you felt your panties dampening with the sound of his voice speaking softly in your ear.
Hyunjin nestled his head in between the crook of your neck, while his hand slowly found its way to the hem of your panties. His fingers were cold as they grazed along your body, tickling your skin and causing you to shiver at the touch.
He snagged your pants with his index finger, yanking them down just enough to reveal the hickeys he'd left the night before.
“So adorable”, he smiled as he looked down at the purple bruises on your inner thighs, a reminder of who you belonged to. You whined again, desperate for his touch that he knew he had been depriving you of.
Finally, Hyunjin pulled his finger out of your panties before carefully tugging them off of you with one swift motion, soon after taking his own off and placing them both next to your head.
“Did you do as I asked, sweetheart?”, he spoke softly, looking back down at your eyes with such tenderness you felt yourself practically melting.
You became suddenly aware of the sticky feeling in between your thighs, a reminder of last night’s events.
“Yes..”, you breathed, too captivated by his face to answer with much else.
“Yeah?..”, he looked down as he placed two of his fingers against your upper thigh, scooping up the sticky substance that laid there. “Because it looks like it’s all spilled out of you..”
With his lips in a pout and his eyes still glued to your core, Hyunjin slipped two of his fingers inside, just far enough to coat his fingers in your juices and his cum from the night before.
“Since you made such a mess, think I need to give you more, hm? What do you say baby, think I should breed that greedy little pussy of yours again?”
“Mm, please Hyunjin..”, he hummed in approval at your begging before taking his fingers out and wrapping them around his cock, already leaking with precum. Slowly, he rubbed up and down his length, using his fingers that had been soaked in your juices as lube. Not that he needed it, but the sight was arousing to you regardless.
“Fuckk”, he sighed, shutting his eyes for a moment as he felt the self-inflicted pleasure passing all throughout his body.
Hyunjin then brought his length down to your entrance, gathering as much as possible on the tip before slowly sliding into you. When he finally did, Hyunjin sighed at the way your walls instantly closed around him, taking his cock as though you were meant for him.
“Oh fuck”, you moaned once you felt his pelvis brushing against your inner thighs, indicating that he was all the way inside you. You rocked your head back against the mattress of your bed at how deep he felt, the feeling familiar but overwhelming regardless.
Hyunjin's jaw dropped slightly once he began to move his cock in and out of you in smooth strokes. He was gentle enough not to hurt you, yet rough enough to give you the pleasure you desired. As his hips gradually picked up their pace, your mind grew more and more unaware of the room surrounding you. All that you could process was the feeling of his length stretching your walls out and the sounds of his cum mixed with your slick slapping against your skin with every thrust.
“Feels good, baby?”, he asked, finally pulling his head away from your neck so that he could look at you, your face just barely awake and still puffy from your sleep. You looked absolutely adorable, which only made Hyunjin more aroused.
He leaned back on his heels, angling his hips in a way that he could have a clear view of his cock slipping in and out of your throbbing pussy, which was now almost entirely coated with both your juices and his cum. The sight made him audibly groan as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his orgasm.
“Yes, yes, please, I want-”, you began, your voice cutting off when you felt his cock hitting a particularly sensitive spot deep inside you.
“What, princess?”, Hyunjin teased, knowing exactly what you meant to say, but wanting to hear it from you. “Tell me what you want”
“Want your cum inside me”, you whined loudly, gripping onto the sheets beside you. “Godd, please don’t pull out”
Your words caused Hyunjin’s whole body to shiver as he suddenly began to thrust his hips at the same pace, but this time rougher, as though he wanted you to feel every single movement of his cock from the tip all the way to the base.
“Y-you want me to fill you up with my cum, baby?”, he asked, his voice just barely falling short of a broken whimper. Although his actions were passionate, you could still sense the softness in his voice, which indicated that as desperate as he was to cum, he still made sure to not do anything that would hurt you. “Need me to breed you like the pretty little cumslut you are?”
You moaned out a broken yes, too immersed by the feeling of your own orgasm approaching quickly to form proper sentences.
“So. Fucking. G-good”, he said in time with every thrust of his hips, causing your body to jolt forward. Hyunjin could barely get the words out, his body had become so sensitive that his mind could only focus on one thing only - filling you up with his cum. “G-gonna put a baby inside you, make you all mine”
With his words, your mind became void of anything other than just that. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, trapping his hips as close to you as possible as his thrusts grew sloppy.
Hyunjin thrusts finally halted as he came, letting out one final drawn out groan as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his head soon following suit. Your walls clenched around him as you felt his warm cum spilling inside of you, so much that you could even feel it begin to run down your thighs and onto the bedsheets below you - although, you weren’t sure if the mess had been entirely from this morning or the night before. Either way, the whole scene itself was filthy - both of your bodies coated in a thin layer of sweat while your now weak legs wrapped loosely around his waist. Hyunjin’s ponytail was practically gone, the strands were now resting in front of his face and sticking to his forehead.
Hyunjin’s head was still thrown back by the time his orgasm passed, his chest rising and falling with yours.
When he heard the rustling of the bedsheets, he finally peered down at you. You squirmed in your place, trying to adjust to the new extra sticking sensation in between your legs. It had been bearable before, but now there was so much of it that you knew cleaning it would be a nuisance. You didn’t care too much about that now though, as you were so fucked out in the early hours of the morning to think too much about it.
“Told you I’d take care of you”, Hyunjin chuckled, placing your legs back down on the bed and leaning overtop of your limp body to place a kiss on your damp forehead. “You were so good for me, you always are”
You hummed as you slowly began drifting back to sleep, not caring that you’d have one hell of a mess to clean up once you woke back up.
Contains: Hyunjin x reader , mafia au, swearing, smut, sexual stuff, choking , blowjob etc.
Minors don't interact.
This pics screams Mafia lord.
Everything comes with an inherent sacrifice, and to have him was like having stars.
Giving fake smiles, clinging on to arms of the Mayor. Putting on an act, just to fench up some of dead important information about city affairs to pass on to your lover's ears. Even though you seemed nothing more than a side whore of mayor in people's eyes you didn't really cared. You were doing all this for him , he was the danger everyone present in the hall feared, the devil itself and if he was here , with you then the sinister must have slashed off everyone's neck by now. Just thinking about him was enough to make your heart beat again and every outside noise stops .
"Hello Mr. Williams", A random stranger comes to the so called public servant who was next to you. He seemed familiar , fuck he was, He is Greg . he wa
the piece of shit who was head of human trafficking organisation of the City, his men have been transporting people to different corners of world since years the reason he was hard to defeat was because of the tough government support he gets , he was just a rat who was hiding in government's cave and your lover's biggest target to defeat. The stupid old Mayor smiled at him, which Greg returned , they didn't saw each other as humans but rather a big fat suitcase of money. This was your chance to get some valuable information to your sleeves.
"Hi Greg, how you doing young man?" The corrupted man asked Greg, you were holding yourself back from making a real digusted face, when that fucker stared at your beautifully sculpted body.
"I am fine, I had some stuff to talk with you", Greg said his eyes still on you, but you didn't hold any eye contract, a shy trophy that's what you decided to act like to avoid suspicion. You knew there was high chance of them to going somewhere private to talk about thier shit of a buisness , so you pulled up' before you leave me I will leave you card'.
"I should go", you said in a super nervous tone to William, slightly adjusting your dress but more like messing it up to show some skin. You could feel Greg literally eye fucking you, but you didn't felt embarrassed or anything inside your brain. Your small plan seemed to be successful.
"Who is this hot chick, Wil ?", Greg asked William slightly coming close to you. You clutched onto his arms even tighter , pretending to be shy.
"Oh, this I found her a few months ago from streets, She is great slut by the way." Williams said you wanted to gag now, the truth was he never touched you not because he was gentleman but because his shrimp was unable to raise and shine, that bastard was acting all cocky here.
"You don't mind sharing right?", Greg asked Will. You would rather cut his dick than sucking it. They were just whoring around now, not getting on to actual buisness. Like this thier conversation kept going on. Greg didn't mind you joining listening to thier buisness as he underestimated you. Just a mere women, who was about to ruin his greatest deal. Greg told you to sit beside you, his hand around your waist and thighs. this wasn't anything new for you, you were used to filthy touches over the years working for your boss, your lover.
"So Saturday, fixed ? I will loosen up security at State borders and highway but only for that day", William said. What a sick plan they made, two trucks almost 70 people will go out of the borders next week. You can't wait to tell your boss this news, he would be so proud of you.
"Yes. Thanks Will you can go now, just keep your bitch here", Greg said his grip on your thigh getting stronger, now you had to come up with another excuse to go away from this trash.
"No problem boy, Enjoy your night", That bastard said and left without hesitating even a bit and closed the door.
"Do you know Paris?", Greg asked you, Paris was your codename, your name was well known over the network but not anyone really saw you, it was miracle how you managed to live in shadows through all this years. Your heartbeat increased, worried about being exposed but you didn't lose your calm and collected demonor.
"It's a City, right, Sir?", You replied voice shaky and nervous , it was all act.
"Stop acting clueless bitch, I know you are Hwang Hyunjin's bitch", Greg spatted harshly, now choking you. You knew he wasn't Fully sure about his thought, he might had seen you two years ago When your boss killed his four Cousins , you were there with him, Even some bullets in thier chest were of yours. You knew how to get out of such situations perfectly.
"Yes, I was know Hwang Hyunjin but I was just a mere worker in his bar who he occasionally fucked , Mr. Williams freed me from that hell", You said eyes glossy like you were holding yourself back from crying , voice so small and vulnerable . You could have easily won Oscar for such marvelous acting. A perfect sob story of human who got rescued by his friend. You cursed yourself for badmouthing your boss. This Greg guy was stupid, he stupidly believed your lie despite being such a big cunning illegal buisness man. Maybe he just presumed your identity on groundless thoughts .
"You know who Paris is?", Greg asked you, his hand still around your throat.
"No, I don't know . I really don't know anything I just wanna go back to William Sir", you now started crying and Greg immediately released your throat. You were acting like a lovesick human, who just values her savior so much .
" Do you even know, he has wife and kids?", Greg asked you cupping your cheeks, you again wanted to break his hand but nevertheless you looked down.
" I just love him", you said in soft voice staring at the ground. You cringed on your own tone. Either the man infront of you was stupid or you were a hell of a manipulating queen, or he was a stupid misogynist.
"Alright, just go", Greg said as he got up from the couch, fixing his clothes.
"I thought I could atleast make you choke on my dick, but I don't have enough time" Greg said as he stormed out of the room and you finally breathe out in relief. He must have somewhere else to go, bribe some other politicians.
You fixed yourself and wipped out your fake tears and exited the room happily. You had to inform your boss as soon as possible , they need to be alarmed , thier is high chance of schedule change but you knew how to know details, just stick up with that stupid man.
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You were here, at your lover's den. You knocked on the door , you were meeting him almost after six days, both too immersed in missions. You heard a bell sound signalling to yeet the door and enter. You opened the door and the sight before your eyes was worth every pain, there he was , in his blue suit, just sitting but looking so alluring and the fact was he was only yours.
"Hi Boss", you said with a cheeky smile, you noticed how that cold yandare's corner of mouth lifted after seeing you.
"Boss, I found some real dope news", you said with a proud smile on your face. You saw how Hyunjin was looking at you with such a interest, he got up from his chair and started walking towards you and as an reflex you took steps back as he was coming more and more close to you, his eyes were little different now, you were scared but not much, cause he looked so hot . Finally your back hitted the wall. Hyunjin cupped your cheek with one hand.
" Did you used your body to get me that dope information?", Hyunjin asked you while looking straight in your eyes, his cold gaze piercing your soul, he touched yours neck with his cold fingertips and now it clicked you, you had marks from getting choked by that jerk. You knew how possessive Hyunjin was, he said you to quit work many times but you didn't and everytime he found your body getting marked by someone else , it bolied his blood and that human didn't lasted many days after that.
"Can I explain, it's not what you think Hyunjin", you said voice really vulnerable now, no act.
"I think we are still in the office", Hyunjin said as his hands moved from your neck to your breast lightly squeezing it. Your breath hitched at his actions , his touch always made you feel so damn good. You realized that you didn't addressed him properly.
"I am sorry.. Boss", you said looking at Hyunjin with pleading eyes . He looked intimidating.
"Explain", Hyunjin said as his hand hands travelled the back of the dress , resting there.
"I know Greg's next truck schedule, he thought---"
Your stopped talking as Hyunjin unzipped your elegant gown, you weren't wearing a bra as the dress was padded, the cold air hitting your nipples resulting in them perking up.
"Continue", He said as his hand moved on your breast, cupping it harshly, the action making you wet down there, you felt so exposed, only in your panties as he was there, fully clothed looking so magnificent.
"Greg thought I was Paris so he attacked me but--"
"What" Hyunjin asked , his worried tone can be felt by you.
"He was just suspicious, I convinced him I am not", you said your hand reaching to hold Hyunjin's larger ones, assuring your safety, you didn't felt shy being naked infront of him. Never actually.
" Did he tried to kill you baby?", Hyunjin asked breaking out from his persona , the nickname making your heart fluttered.
"But I am safe now", you said smiling giving him a sweet smile. Maybe this genuine smiles you both shared made your relationship more special, always saving each other and off course having amazing sex too.
"Don't worry, We will kill him when the right time comes", Hyunjin said as his plum lips came in contract with yours. Pulling you into a deep kiss, this was what you exactly missed, his kisses, his touch. The kiss started as passionate and was getting heated each passing second. You being naked wasn't helping Hyunjin to calm his nerves down, you removed his blue suit during the kiss, desperately clinging onto him..
"On your knees" Hyunjin said finally breaking the kiss. His voice dripping with dominance. You got on your knees, looking at him with pleading eyes , waiting for next command.
"Sir, Can I ?" , You asked Hyunjin your hand reaching his belt which he yanked away. He moved his shoe to your clothed pussy, your breath getting heavy due to sudden contract with your sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Do you deserve my cock in your filthy mouth?", Hyunjin asked you a sick smile dancing on his face, looking like a psycho from above.
"Yes sir, I deserve it, please give it to me, please", you begged desperation clearly visible in your tone. It felt like Hyunjin got satisfied with your begging as he motioned a go ahead and you happily unzipped his trousers, his long thick erection coming out of restrictions, you drooled over the sight before kissing the tip and taking it down slowly inside your mouth.
" Don't fucking tease", Hyunjin said as he pushed his cock further inside your mouth , you gagging almost immediately and holding onto his thighs for support, he was ruthless today not giving you a second to adjust before gripping your hair tightly and bopping your head up and down at a fast pace, you were gagging almost to much at his rough moments never really used to him despite having sex 100 times with him.
"Why you crying baby? You wanted it so take it without whining", Hyunjin said moving your head further down , and keeping it still without moving, the tip touching back to your mouth making you gag tears filled your eyes but it all felt damn good this was all that you wished .
"You look so good like this baby", Hyunjin said his moans and grunts getting louder indicating he was close. With few more thrusts he removed his cock from your mouth and rested it on your closed lips , the precum and cum dripping on your lips to boobs, messy indeed. He again made you open your mouth and released inside you, taste making you gag, you waited for him to to give permission to swallow it down.
"Swallow it, don't waste", he commanded and you gulped it all down looking like a mess, your mascara running, drool and cum all over you and sticky panties . It was a site to see. Hyunjin admired you from up , you looked absolutely fucked out just by a blow job he was about to ruin you more.
"Bend over", Hyunjin said as he lifted you from ground and kissing you roughly . He moved all his work stuff on one side of table making enough space for you. You bended over his work desk boobs touching the rough surface and cheek pressing against.
Hyunjin moved behind you and spread your legs further apart getting enough space to slap your cunt harshly you moaned loudly at sudden hit.
"You must enjoy looking like a whore to other man, am I right?" Hyunjin spatted harshly from back as another hit come to your core he teared your panties , your arousal more visible now.
"Answer bitch", Hyunjin said tugging your hair , you whined protesting.
"No, I am sorry Sir", you said almost crying, desperate for touch. Hyunjin dipped his finger inside your wet pussy and pumping it in a rough speed.
"Dumb whores like you only know to apologise", Hyunjin said as he spanked you. He moved his cock up and down at your slit before entering inside you .
"The mayor and that Greg won't be alive to see Friday morning remember." He could easily kill the whole world for you.
Hand gently wrapped around your throat and your eyes closed, you moan softly, taking in a sharp breath as Felix thrusts into you, filling you completely. “What a good girl. Are you getting close?”
You nod and whine as his thumb presses into the soft skin under your chin, pushing your head back so that he can press his lips to the underside of your jaw. His cock hitting you so deep, you swear you see stars with each slap of flesh as his hips meet yours.
“You feel so fucking good, darling. So tight and warm. Your sweet little cunt just sucking me back in. Fuck, it’s enough to make me feel like I’m gonna cum every time your pussy tightens around me.”
You moan loudly as Felix adjusts in you, hitting you perfectly now, the head of his cock pressing against your g-spot with every motion. “Felix, oh my god. Baby…”
He smirks, running his tongue along your jaw, before pressing his fingers around your neck a bit more tightly as you take in a breath. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me.”
You feel your head go hazy, the rush of your orgasm and the brief loss of oxygen, the sense of danger, making you feel like you are floating.
Felix groans against your skin, biting at your bottom lip as he spills into you, his cum mixing with yours. You feel his hand relax around your throat as he moves his lips to your ear, and he whispers for you to breathe, “Breathe, baby girl. Fuck, you are beautiful when you cum.”
warnings: established relationship, explicit sexual content, dom/sub, soft choking, oral (m receiving), edging, overstimulation, cumming.
note: so i wrote this in like an hour after seeing that gif on my tw timeline, and i think that's enough explanation lol. I'm still working on other smut tho, but i felt really wanted to write about this even if it's a short oneshot.
as always, i’d like to clarify that english is not my first language, so please let me know if there are any mistakes, and feel free to give me suggestions and/or requests<3
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you're so tired of him overworking even when he's stressed out. you had seen him for so little this past two weeks because of his constant practice. you know he needs to do it, he has to; but he also overworks and overexposes himself when he should be resting. and today it's no exception.
"honey, why don't you take a rest for an hour? your body won't take it anymore if you don't give it breaks" you said to him with a really worried face while you were sitting in the couch behind him, both of you facing the mirror. he's been practicing his dancing for more than 3 hours with no break, and he is not only all sweated up but erratic from all the overwork.
"you know I can't y/n" he answered you in a cutting tone. you know he doesn't mean to treat you badly, but it's so tiring to see him like this that you feel like you can't take it no more.
"yes you can, Hyunjin. don't be so stubborn"
"so you just came here to annoy me? why don't you just leave?" he answers you, with a tired look mixed with stress and anger. you really know he doesn't mean it, but it kinda hurts you when he acts like that, cause you just want him to relax and feel better.
but it doesn't matter the arguments you could tell him, at this point he won't listen. so you just have two options: to leave, or to force him to calm the fuck down.
"sit Hyunjin" you said to him, patting the couch.
"leave, y/n. i don't wanna fight with you and you know I can't take breaks." he answers you and his face changes from anger to confusion when you respond by getting up and getting close to him. with one hand you held him by his neck, softly choking and with a strong eye contact. "fucking sit i said"
he nodded and you let go his neck, making him let out a small moan from his lips. you kept looking at him, demanding his sitting and obedience. Hyunjin slowly sat on the couch and kept eye contact, still confused but now with also luxury on his eyes. you know how much of a sub he could be with you and how much power you had over him, especially when he's tired.
"good boy" you said while caressing his face, your fingers stopping on his lips. "was it that hard to stop for a little bit?"
"no, princess" he answered. "good, now will you let me help you to distress you a little bit? you know i can do that really quickly so i won't take too much of your time" you kept going, your hand going down on his neck again and the other one caressing his hair. because if the choking wasn't enough for him, the hair play was surely enough to make him know he was under your control now.
he nodded in a kinda innocent way, paying attention to every single move you made and waiting with desire for the next one. "pull down your boxers honey" you said while tying your hair, and you could see how it worked what you've done and said till now.
he held his dick in anticipation while looking at you with desire; it looks could talk his would be begging for you to suck his dick right now. just the kneeling in front of him made him go crazier, his cock now fully hard. you hold it with one hand and got your lips close enough but without making contact, and still looking at him directly in the eyes. "now just relax honey"
as soon as your lips touched the tip of his dick he moaned, as if only one touch was needed for him to distress. your lips played for a time with his tip, placing wet kisses in it while hyunjin was already fighting himself. "p-please y/n"
you smirked at his beg and sucked him up till his base. you watched how he enjoyed, his eyes rolling back and his neck falling back on the couch.
you worked there as if your life depended on it, enjoying every single moan and praising words that came out of hyunjin's pretty lips. you knew he was close already cause of his involuntary hips movements and his louder moans, so you popped his tip before letting his cock fall on his abdomen. "are you still desperate to keep practicing?" you said with a cocky tone while seeing his frustrated face.
"shut u-up please"
"oh you are a stubborn boy, hm?"
"no i-im sorry, y/n. please, i need it" he said with his most needy voice. and you could've keep playing with him, but your goal was to make him relax, so you kept your work. you moved your tongue all around his tip and cock, making him moan and thrust his hips into the air, desperate for a release that was frustrated. so you eat him up, all till his base. one hand working on his dick, the other one working on his balls.
he hold you by the hair and pushed yourself deeper, if that was even possible. "f-fuck y/n i-im so c-close" he said between desesperate moans. so you obeyed him and worked faster, getting motivated by his pleasuring moans and heavy breathing. "f-fuck" he moaned, tilting his head backwards while cumming in your mouth.
he looked down to see you cleaning his mess. "i love it when you eat it all up" he said while caressing your hair and making you get close to his face for a kiss.
"can i pay it back for you now, sweetheart?"
"isn't it better if we leave that part for the night? so i make sure you don't practice till exhausting and you save some energy" you answer, and hyunjin smiles.
"anything for my demanding princess"
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There’s a commanding tone to Minho’s voice that makes you apprehensive.
For the first time, you actually buckle under Minho’s gaze.
His commanding tone and eyes that shined with a desire you didn’t want to admit to was suffiicient to make you stay rooted to your spot on his bed.
If someone were to walk in right now, you’d be dead meat in less than a few seconds.
As the royal guard supposed to be patrolling the hall for the night, you had almost punched Minho in the guts when he had come up behind you and pulled you in his chambers rather unceremoniously, given that he only had a few seconds of leeway to sweep you away, quite literally, without anybody noticing.
Almost immediately you had bowed down to him in masked horror, afraid that you might have been too harsh with your ministrations hen you had tried to free yourself from his hold.
Minho had felt his chest twist at your obedience, glittering eyes looking down at your bent figure near the fire place that served as the only source of lighting in his huge room, beside the small yellow lantern on his bedside table.
Taking you by the shoulders, he had gently pushed you back on his bed and crouching to your eye level, had tilted your chin up to make him look at you.
“You know you don’t have to follow these formalities with me when we’re alone right?” he questions, a soft smile adorning his lips.
You felt your breath being knocked off.
You had, per se, been in threatening situations prior; a job as the royal guard not only required you to tread on eggshells all the time as you tried to catch up to Minho’s reckless impromptu verdicts, but you were also under a constant pressure to to push down the sudden influx of your feelings that had come out of nowhere, stabbing you in the chest univited and in a manner uncalled for.
You were nothing more than a shield for the the King, someone who’s whole life was dedicated to protect him and keep him from harm’s way - that is all you would ever be.
But it was hard to not be vulnerable around Minho when you had both practically grown up together.
While Minho was taken by his royal duties, being crowned at but eleven years old, you had been busy training to serve the royal family; a silent agreement you had made with him to be by his side as he had sobbed into your arms a few days after his crowning ceremony.
In retrospect, you hadn’t thought too far into the future, and when one thing had led to another, you had just gone with the flow.
You had climbed the ranks to be Minho’s personal guard, in the course coming to terms with your newfound rough nature and cold exterior with the apprehension of keeping the King safe.
Minho had never seen you in a light as more than a friend, but when your usual cheerful greetings had turned into monotonous official bows, eyes trained straight ahead, not even glancing at him, it had rubbed off on him - and in the wrong way.
There were times you showed signs of your old self in the solitude of his room when the two of you were alone, but before he could even catch a glimpse of it, it vanished
"I'm not avoiding you," you say, removing his finger from under your chin and averting your eyes.
"You'll lie to the King?"
You can hear the amusement dripping from his words, clenching your hands into a fist till your knuckles were white.
When you don't respond, Minho knows that he'll have to a dress the situation more directly. You may be blunt with expressing yourself, but when it came to your feelings or facing them, you were anything but blunt.
"We kissed y/n," he says with a soft sigh, willing you to look him in the eye
As if a switch was flipped, you jumped up from the bed so suddenly, Minho almost toppled over in surprise.
"I have to make rounds, sleep well Your Majesty," you hastily say, making your way to leave but you're pulled back yet again. Except this time Minho is glowering at you with anger.
"You're not leaving till were finished talking," he says in a low tone and when he sees you trying to protest, adds, "and that's an order.”
That makes you shut up.
How could you go against the King's order after all?
Bowing your head, you purse up your lips in a tight line, your body tense and heart beating thunderously against your chest. You can only hope you won't break out in cold sweat any moment soon.
"Did it not mean anything to you?" Minho's voice is back to a calmer facade that hides whatever else he is feeling, but even so, you know the underlying message of his words.
You gulp, fingers fumbling with the hilt of your sword that was strapped to your waist, a warm flush rising up your neck. But no matter how much you willed yourself to tell him what your heart screamed, your mind kept resisting it with such intensity that in the end, you wanted to jump off the window.
"It was a mistake," you mumble, thumb digging into your palms, engraving crescents into the skin, alramed at jow the lie weighed down on you.
Minho was quiet for a while. All that could be heard was the crackling of the fire and your unsteady breaths that you were clearly trying to control.
Was that really what you thought though? A mistake
It had been pretty dramatic too, and you didn't want to admit that Minho might actually reciprocate your one sided feelings, or rather, have any for you in the first place.
You had returned with a gash across your stomach from an official duty, the dense forested path serving as a favorable opportunity for looters to ambush you. Although you were quite capable of handling the dozen men all on your own, you hadn't forseen the knife aiming straight for your chest and had barely manged to dodge it.
Minho had heard of your arrival in the injured state and had hurried through the hallways in a flurry to your chamber. He was clearly taken aback at the sight of you cleaning and dressing your own wounds, clad in nothing but a white cloth wrapped around your breasts and pantaloons.
You had turned positively red at the rude intervention in your room, by him nonetheless, but your half naked state had only flustered you so much, for the next thing you knew, Minho himself was attending to your beck and call despite your protests.
The uncomfortable silence that had filled the room was akin to the one you were blanketed in right now.
Except Minho had pushed back a strand of hair off your face and leaned in to close the gap between you two, hands gently holding your face as he kissed your lips while you sat frozen, eyes only fluttering close when he gently pulled back.
You had only remembered falling asleep to his tender fingers caressing your face.
The subtle game of avoiding him to whatever extent possible had overtaken you the next day, not even bothering to attempt at soothing the frown across his face the entire day as you solidly ignored him, and somehow made sure that the two of you were never alone in the same place
It had been a constant source of distress to him, an unsettling feeling coiling in his guts where it made itself home.
On one hand he wanted to hold you tight in his embrace, but on the other, slam you to the wall in pure rage.
What had he done? Why did it seem like he was talking to a wall the entire week?
He had had enough when he decided to confront you about this, and that is exactly what he intended to do right now.
"Do you hate me that much?" His words hit you like a punch, harder than the ones you've had to endure in countless spars, and it rips your chest in half to hear him say that.
"No!" You exclaim, eyes widening in shock, "I don't hate you, I just...I just-"
"You just what?" Minho takes a step toward you, and it takes all your years of training experience to not back away.
You've never heard him speak so coldly before.
Sure he's had his serious moments, but they had always exuded a raging fire; like a hot pulsating passion and burning eyes accompanying his kingly statements - never like this, so bereft of any feelings whatsoever.
You think you might be breaking him down, but you resist the urge to kiss him then and there.
"Your Majesty," you breath out only to be cut off by a loud yell.
"For fuck's sake, stop calling me that!" You hide your flinch under your fearful bow, biting your lips as you expected the worst. He had never yelled at you like this.
"God damn it y/n, stand up straight and look me in the eye," he orders, only to have you follow his instructions with glazed eyes.
"And please," he begs you, the desperation in his voice only making you hurt in your chest, "stop treating me like I mean nothing to you."
The last sentence comes out in a whisper, an unknown fear lining it's seams and that's all it takes for your heart to be wrenched apart.
You gulp nervously, finally meeting his eyes and all you see is despair and longing in them.
You know in that moment that whatever it is you're feeling isn't one sided. That Minho harbours maybe a part of those for you too, makes your breath hitch in your throat.
When he silently steps forward and cups your face in his hands, lips but a mere breath away from yours, you close your eyes and the hand on your sword goes limp.
When he kisses you, it's nothing like what you had felt a few days ago.
This time, you actually lose yourself in the way he moves his mouth against yours.
It's not rough, but it doesn't hide his urgent passion either. The need to breath overwhelms you and you shallow your mouth, only for Minho dart his tongue inside and swirl it around.
Soon enough he has you under a spell, your tongues dance for dominance, mouths moving in earnest and hands fiddling with each other's clothes, until Minho pushes you back on his sheets and now y our laying under his body hovering over yours.
Your hair had come undone, the overcoat long discarded some here on the carpeted floor and you only had a vest on over your bounded chest.
You think you can stop this from escalating any further, push the man away and walk off, but you don't.
You can't.
Not when he traces his finger down the side of your face tenderly and places it at the junction of your neck.
Minho is cautious, and it shows in the way his eyes dart all over you - your face, your heaving chest under his, your eyes. He holds your gaze and he can almost see your mind working, your half hearted attempt at pushing him away. He bends down and places another sweet kiss on your lips.
Stay. You know you can.
Your hands find their way across his chest, bunching up the silk shirt he was wearing and unbuttoning it one by one till the shirt hung off his frame and his bare chest glowed in the semi darkness.
You were too deep in now to go back.
"Need...you..." you breath out, fingers finding solace at the back of his head, interlocking them in his black locks.
It takes Minho less than a second to dive in straight at your lips, now more urgent than ever.
His mouth moves in a frenzy against your and hands roam all over your body, leaving you breathless and longing for his touch - his touch that you had so often fantasised about.
He pulls you towards him, your vest riding up your waist in the process and his eyes darken at the sight of your naked skin.
"Take it off," he tells you, voice low and voice husky. It makes you want to clench your thighs together.
Slowly you sit up and carefully lift the cloth over your head, freeing your arms from its embrace and tossing it to the side.
The white cloth over your chest stares back at Minho, taunting him dangerously. He nods at it, sitting back on his heels and you know what he means.
With the heated flush across your cheeks glowering stronger ever second, you start unwrapping it, coil by coil, turn by turn until only one layer is what remains.
When it comes off, your chest heaves in, indulging in the feeling of having the tight entrapment removed.
You shy away under Minho's gaze, hands obediently resting in your laps till he pushes you back down and without a warning attaches his lips over your nipple.
You gasp at the feeling of his warm tongue swiping over your hard mound, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin, his hand fondling with the other breast. You clamp your hand over your mouth, jaws slackening and pure ecstasy flowing through your body
Minho's touch was setting fire to your skin wherever he grazed you you with his feather like ministrations, but you can only wonder what more that tongue of his can do, and yet, you dare not venture further into that fantasy afraid that this may not lead to the ultimatum that you seeked for.
Minho has different plans though.
Your soft moans and heavy breathing already has him feeling uncomfortable down there. He wishes to strip you naked and savour every part of you and make you feel like nobody else would ever be able to.
His tongue trails it's way across your chest and neck, biting marks into your skin.
"More... please, Your Majesty..."
It makes him go feral at the way you whine under his touch, pleading him with the royal name.
"No," he drawls out, pinning your hands to your side and fixing you with his cheshire smile.
For a minute you think you've done something wrong and your heart almost leaps out of your chest but then you notice the way he looks at you playfully, teasing you with his smile and twinkling eyes.
You know that look, having seen it more often than not and yet you find a hidden adoration in it this time.
You frown, the wetness under your pants starting to feel uncomfortable and you long to rip them off and submit yourself to the man over you, to do whatever he wants to you.
He bends down, grazing the sheer of your ear with his mouth as he whispers provocatively, "call me by my name, and I might reconsider."
You hold in a breath at the sudden proposition, a dare more like than an order. Minho was testing you, probing how far you would go to for him. But he wasn't necessarily trying to gauge your feelings for him, had that not been the easiest thing to figure out by now.
He wanted to see how many rules you were willing to break for satiating your desire, and he was not disappointed when you muttered his name under your breath.
"M-Minho," you whispered again his cheeks, "please..."
His name falling off your sweet lips, something that was forbidden, and the way you press yourself against his naked chest, hands wrapping around his frame makes his heart leap in exhilaration.
The name he wants to reserve only for you, for how could the mere act of someone - you - calling his name make him feel so darned happy?
You gasp at the feeling of his warm tongue swiping over your hard mound, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin, his hand fondling with the other breast. You clamp your hand over your mouth, jaws slackening and pure ecstasy flowing through your body.
He hums contendedly again your lips, once again latching them onto yours.
Your daze is broken when his knee suddenly brushes against your clothed core and you clench your legs around his, eyes flying wide open and gasping in surprise
Minho only smiles into your mouth and you know that it was anything but unintentional.
Sure enough, when his hand reaches down to your core and palms your wetness, you can do nothing but whimper at he friction, the throbbing under your heat sending waves of exhilaration across you.
Minho watches you squirm under him, you usual level headedness disrupted under his touch and he smiles to himself at the thought of being the reason for you coming undone.
In no time, the rest of his clothes and yours lay in a pool on the ground, and before you know it Minho is gently sucking on your heat, hands clenching your thighs to keep them apart and smirking when you bucked your hips up one too many times.
You groan under the feeling of being filled by his tongue, and you were right, it can do wonders.
As he explore as far as he can, pushing his tongue inside your throbbing walls and relishing your sweet taste, your whole body trembles and back arches at the warmth blooming through your core.
"God you're beautiful," he mumbles again your pussy and adds, "and so so delicious."
You blush more than ever at the sultry words dripping off his tongue.
Lords, nobody has ever touched you like this, played their tongue the way he did inside you and made you a flustered jess with just words.
Words you want to hear more often, and fingers you want to be fondled with every day.
"More Minho, more..." you beg in ecstasy, feeling yourself close to come but if anything, you should have known what a big tease your King could be
His lips detach themselves from the handiwork they had done, licking what had coated the plump skin of your wet folds and smirks at the way you hiss in protest of being left empty.
But he's only getting started, and he doesn't plan on stopping now that he has your permission.
You glare at him reproachfully, but it's not mean.
Personally Minho loves it when you glare down at someone with ill intents towards him, your protectiveness making him feel things he's sure he's not supposed to feel in an official meeting, but in the secrecy of the night, it does nothing but nudge him into a desirous state.
You watch as his hands stroke his length that he had freed long ago from the confinements of his underwear, and the wetness in your core only increases at the sight of his head thrown slightly back and eyes closed as he rubs the tip of his cock positioned between your spread legs.
Your hands grip the soft sheets underneath you, one of them reaching down to rub at your arousal as your eyes never leave his hand moving up and down his shaft.
When he glances down at your flushed figure, your own eyelids half closed as you rubbed circles across your clit, he thinks there's no one as beautiful as you.
You feel the bed dip as he hovers on top of you yet again, this time his leaking tip lined against you and your hands automatically reach up apt the base of his neck.
"Tell me if it gets too much," he whispers, already pushing his length inside you, and you can only nod as the feeling of being filled up again makes you groan in pleasure.
He moves slowly against you, pushing against your clenching walls as you get used to the stretch of your hole, muting your whimpers and moans with his own grunts again your mouth, gripping your waist at how tight you were around his cock, rocking your frame back and forth across the bed, sighs of pleasure falling off your lips, urging him to move faster.
You’re getting used to the thrusts, his cock flling you up and satiating your overdue desire, but you mewl loudly when he pulls your legs up, resting them over his shoulders and continues to pound into you passionately, hitting all the right spots in the new position, stars dancing in front of your eyes and nails digging into his skin as he kept hitting your g-spot with every pound.
Your combined pants fill the room, the heat from the fire making your bodies glisten under a shimmer of sweat as Minho continues to make love to you, eyes sweeping over your pleasured state.
"Minho I'm-" you struggle to speak, feeling yourself reaching your high for the second time, and you can only hope that he gives you what you want.
"Use your words darling," Minho says, slowing down I b his endeavours as a subtle threat to leave you bereft of pleasure at the last moment.
"Ugh, please Minho, don't you fucking stop now!" You exclaim, raising your hips to meet his in a frenzy.
He cocks an eyebrow at your outgoing words, but rams into you with a newfound pace, hissing when you yell put his name and your walls clench around him tightly, your warm fluid coating his length still buried deep inside you and your fingers tugging at his hair when you feel a particularly sharp wave of pleasure down your spine.
Minho releases over your stomach, a satisfaction washing over his entire body at the way he had fit so perfectly inside you like you were meant to only accommodate him.
Flopping beside you, he spoons you, and your usual commanding stature suddenly feels so small again his body, it makes his heart clench and lips searching for yours.
As he kisses you one last time for the night that was the first of many more to come, you don't tell him that you love him.
He doesn't tell you either, how you made him feel like he had everything in the world with you beside him.
But its in the ways his eyes would crinkle at your sight and his smile would be a little wider when he looked at you that spoke a hundred words of love to you all at once.
Although, Minho would argue with you every time as you you lay buried under his blankets, his arms around you in an embrace, that it's in the way he falls a little deeper in his love for you every time you call him by his name.
Wanting to free yourself from Minho’s grasp wasn’t as easy as you thought. Especially when he was there ready to claim exactly what was his, and maybe your inner self didn’t want to get out of his hold.
word count: 2,1k
warnings: hard dom!minho, fuck buddys, jealousy, degradation kink, hair pulling, overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, hickeys, cursing and fluff at the end cuz why not.
warnings include cockwarming, slight praise, switch!felix and switch!female reader, riding, marking, slight overstimulation, unprotected!piv (pls be safe)
more under the cut !
“whats wrong baby you seem to be squirming a 'lot” felix asks. and he was right you were, for the past twenty minutes you haven't been able to keep still while sitting in his lap.
you’ve been watching him play video games on his pc and the low grunts and and swearing underneath his breath has done a lot to your body physically.
you turned around in his lap and straddled him so you were now looking into his eyes. “you know what i want baby, please give it to me” you whisper, slightly rolling your hips.
“how about this, ill give you my cock because i know that's all you want; on one condition” he caresses your cheek with his thumb.
you tilt your head as a way of asking what that condition was, still grinding into his core. “you warm it up for me first while i finish this game” he whispers.
fuck, cockwarming. he loved it, and its not that you didn't but how could you resist him? you can barley think straight when you are sitting next to him let alone sitting as he is buried into you.
“that's the only way ill let you cum” he clicks his tough and shrugs his shoulders. “okay but what about you? what if i don't let you cum, hm?” you sass back.
“please be my guest, you can fight to see who is in charge but im in the mood to win today so c’mon, get on it now” he says, the clinking of his belt being undone alone excited you.
you helped him unbutton and unzip his pants before he removed his semi-hard cock which almost made you drool
“now no moving, clenching or nothing and ill give you what you want okay honey?” he asks and you nod once again.
he only had to lift up your skirt to reveal your severely drenched underwear. “fuck you are so wet for me, i don't know if i will be able to take it” he giggles.
your panties are slowly moved aside before you guide yourself over his dick and slowly slide down on it. both of your jaws dropped, not making a single sound.
you could've swore you saw felix’s eyes roll back into his head. but he cleared his throat, acting as if you wasn’t affected. he pulled you into him, your arms wrapped around his waist and head rested on his shoulder.
you occupied yourself for sometime by watching the clock tick, and by instinct your walls clenched, causing him to hiss.
“i said no clenching, please” he almost sounding like he was falling apart. and after a few minutes and what sounded like felix wasn't breathing due to him holding in his groans, you squeezed around him again.
“f-fuck please y/n” he moans. “okay okay i cant take it please move” he says removing his hands from the keyboard onto your hips.
“you’ve been good long enough, but you are just so warm its hard to resist you” he pants, as your hip movements sped up. “f-fuck lix, f-feels so good” you grip onto the arm of his chair.
“such a pretty girl, and all for me too? sh-shit” his head was completely thrown back, resting onto his chair.
you took this as an opportunity to mark one of his most sensitive spots, his neck. leaning forward you kissed his warm neck, a few red spots forming.
he leaned forward to kiss you, and you both broke the kiss with a loud moan, yours high-pitched his very low but both very pornographic.
“felix- i-im gonna cum sh-shit can i please? i've been such a good girl” you pout. “yes baby please cum i wanna feel you when you do” he smirks.
the pressure in your lower stomach built up just as quickly as it let go, you threw your head back, but you kept going.
“you gonna let me cum too baby?” he asks, in desperation. all you could do was nod, dude to the overwhelming amount of euphoria you felt.
“f-fuck okay okay, im cumming g-gah!” felix pulled out of you, spurting on both yours and his thighs. all you could due was plop down into his chest, as you heard his heart racing.
