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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoon jeonghan x f.reader, choi seungcheol x f.reader
things feel more complicated then ever, when love gets involved.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): roommates to fucking, angst, smut, romance, friends to lovers, love triangle
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𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, soft sweet vanilla sex, heated make out session, oral (fem rec), body worship, marking, cum play, creampie, breast play, p in v intercourse, cock warming?, nicknames: baby, darling (hers), hannie, baby (his)
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
𝐚𝐧: I’m sorry this took so long to post. I’ll try and have part four out quicker. Thank you @aeristudios for helping me with this one. Thank you @supi-wupi for beta reading. I wanna know what everyone thinks of each of the boys.
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They say all is fair in love and war. After Jeonghan’s not so pleasant conversation in the kitchen with Seungcheol, he’s made the decision that he doesn’t need to fight fair. He’s not going to outright tell you to pick him, but he’s going to fight like hell to prove he’s the one.
After Jeonghan's encounter with Seungcheol you immediately know something happened. Jeonghan is trying to act normal, but you can tell he seems to be overthinking everything. Hell, even Seungcheol is acting weird. It’s been a long day at school studying and you’re sitting in the kitchen with Jeonghan and Joshua working on some homework. Seungcheol comes into the kitchen and watches you guys for a minute. He’s standing holding two coffees.
Joshua looks up and gives Seungcheol a confused look. “What’s up Cheol?”
“I just came from class and stopped by a coffee shop to grab coffee. ____ I got you the banana latte I know you like.” You look up and knit your brows confused by his sudden nice gesture.
Jeonghan leans back and crosses his arms. It’s clear Seungcheol wasn’t lying, he planned on trying to win you over. Jeonghan looks at you, watching you study Seungcheol for a moment before finally speaking. “Thanks Cheol. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I kept thinking of you today, and I thought you might enjoy a surprise coffee.”
Jeonghan knew Seungcheol wasn’t going to make this easy. “I’m just stopping by, before heading to the gym for Jihoon. Maybe we can all order pizza tonight.” It’s been months since the entire apartment hung out together. Jeonghan is literally silent, unsure of even what he should say. You’re also quiet, this is all very unexpected.
“I planned on staying home. I think Kitten might come over.” Joshua’s other best friend coming over might make this whole situation a little less awkward.
“How does it sound like eight?” Seungcheol asked.
“That works.” You chime in.
Seungcheol heads off to the gym and shortly after Jeonghan excuses himself, leaving you alone with Joshua.
“I should go pick up Kitten. You should maybe talk to Jeonghan.”
Closing your laptop you look at Joshua for a moment. This whole apartment feels filled with tension. “Is Jeonghan mad at me?”
“No, you silly goose.” Joshua pats your head. “I think he is just under a lot of pressure at school and Cheol and him have been butting heads.” There is a nauseous feeling in your stomach at the thought that you’re the reason he and Seungcheol are butting heads. “Just go spend time with him before the movie. I’ll be back soon with Kitten.”
Walking into Jeonghan's room you shut and lock the door behind you. You find him sitting on his bed scrolling through his phone. “Hannie, are you okay?”
He looks up and gives you the best smile he can muster. “Yeah.”
“That doesn’t sound convincing.” Putting your knee on the bed you crawl towards him. You move so you’re sitting on his lap. He silently watches you as you push his hair away from his face. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“You, you’re always on my mind. Even before we could comfortably be intimate. You’re always on my mind. You’ll probably be on my mind forever.” Since he met you, he’s known he was going to fall head over heels in love with you.
“Are you upset with me?” You rest your hand gently on his cheek.
“No, I’m not upset with you.” He shakes his head gently.
“What’s wrong?” It’s clear you don’t plan on dropping this.
“Seungcheol pissed me off the other day.”
Your face falls instantly. Jeonghan hates that you immediately seem sad. “Hey, don’t worry about it—” he pauses. “Darling?”
“Yeah?”
“I just want you to know, I care about you so much. I like you, like I have never liked someone before.” He wants to tell you he loves you, but until he can figure out the Seungcheol situation he doesn’t want to confuse you more, by just blurting it out.
Leaning forward you rest your forehead against his. “Hannie—”
“You don’t have to say anything else. I just want you to know that I care about you.” He rubs his hand up and down your back. Leaning forward you press your lips to his for a gentle kiss.
“Darling, why don’t we just lay here for a little while?”
Pulling back you give him a small smile. You wanna cancel tonight. You just want to stay locked away in his bedroom, away from Seungcheol. “Can I sleep in here tonight?”
“Of course.”
Wrapping his arms around you, he moves you both so he’s laying down with you practically plastered on top of him. Your head rests on his chest. Mindlessly, he runs his hands up and down your back. Lifting your baggy sweater, he drags his hand across your bare skin.
“We have about two hours.” You sigh.
“Does that mean we can nap?”
Looking up at him you give him a mischievous smile. “All you want to do is nap?”
He captures his bottom lip between his teeth. “What are you suggesting?”
“I don’t know.” You rest your head back down on his chest.
“Baby look at me.”
Looking up at him through your lashes, you can't help but think he looks good. “Hannie, what should we do?” Shifting your leg you grind against his thigh. “Can you eat me out?”
“Take off your panties and leggings, baby.”
Rolling off him, you follow his request. You leave your sweater on, you’re sprawled out on his bed. Your feet rest on the grey cotton comforter, with your legs spread. He’s laying on his stomach. His face is buried in your wet core. Your fingers are tangled in his dark hair holding him against your core. He’s so good with his mouth. One arm is wrapped around your thigh, while the hand is busy teasing your wet entrance.
Biting your bottom lip you try your hardest not to scream. You moan his name like a prayer. “That’s it baby.” He moans, pulling away slightly.
“Fuck—” Every muscle in your body feels tense as you get close to the edge. “Please.” You’re practically begging for your release. Jeonghan adds another finger, pumping them in and out of your tight walls. “Han—nie.” You whine.
The noise he’s pulling from you, is enough to make him hard. He grinds against the bed hoping for some relief as he pushes you close and closer to the edge.
Your high hits you hard. Rolling your head back, you bite your bottom lip so hard you’re worried you might draw blood. Your walls flutter around his fingers. He slowly licks at your clit, helping you ride out your high.
Pulling back, he’s wearing a grin. He puts his fingers in his mouth licking your release. “You taste so sweet.”
He pushes himself up sitting on his knees between your spread legs. His erection is straining against his lounge pants.
“Do you want me blow you, or do you want to fuck me?” You push your sweater up just below your bra.
“Baby what do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“As you wish.”
He gets off the bed long enough to remove his clothes. He pumps his length slowly watching you. His length is leaking precum, he’s clearly ready to go. Crawling back on to the bed, he sits on his knees between your spread legs.
He takes his cock in hand and runs it through your wet folds. Earning a moan as he nudges your sensitive clit. Pushing into you slowly, a gasp passes your lips as he bottoms out.
“I want you close.” You want to feel him as physically close as possible.
He moves so he is practically resting on top of you. Your fingers tangle in his dark hair. He’s staring at you, as if you’re the only person in the entire world.
He moves at a slow and deep pace rolling his hips into you. One of your legs wrap around his waist. Your foot rests just above his butt, pulling him closer to you.
He grabs one of your hands, holding it above your head. His fingers are laced with yours. He continues thrusting into you with deep thrust. He starts picking up the pace.
“Fuck—” You moan against his lips.
“You’re so good.” He groans.
He grabs your other hand, pinning it above your head. His nose rests against yours. Desperately you want to kiss him.
“Hannie—”
“Close.” Your body feels like a live wire.
“Cum for me baby.” He crashes his lips against yours. He kisses you like he needs you to breathe. The world feels as if it’s stopped moving and all that matters is you and Jeonghan. Your walls contract around him as your release crashes over you.
Logically he should pull out, but all the logical parts of his brain have shut off. He picks up his paces, chasing his own high.
He falls apart moaning against your lips. His milky release fills you to the brim. He still for a long moment. He releases your hands. Reaching up he pushes your hair away from your face. Closing your eyes you give him a dazed smile.
“My pretty girl.”
Gently he pulls out, watching as his release starts to drip. Without thinking, he runs his finger through your wet folds, pushing his cum back inside you. There is this dirty little voice in the back of his head that’s happy about the fact that even though Seungcheol wants you, you’re filled with his cum. He hates that he has that possessive thought.
“I need to clean you up.” He hops off the bed and grabs his lounge pants. He throws them on before jogging off to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth. Crawling back on the bed he sits between your legs, and gently wipes away the mess he’s made.
“Thank you.” You sound dazed.
“You don’t need to thank me.” He rubs your thigh.
“You made me feel good though.” You sigh.
“My one goal is to make you always feel good.”
“Can you lay down with me?” You pat the bed next to you. Without saying a word he lays down next to you. You reach over lacing your fingers with his. “I know Cheol is upsetting you. I just want you to know, I want you.”
You saying that should ease his mind, but he’s so scared he’s going to lose you. He’s not sure he can handle the heartbreak of watching you slip through his fingers. “I want you too.”
There is a long beat of silence. “Why don’t we take a nap before movie night starts.” You cuddle close to him.
-
Joshua and Kitten have arrived back at the apartment. The first thing you notice on the side of Kitten’s neck is two hickeys. You saw her yesterday, and she definitely didn’t have them. You’ve had a sneaking suspicion for a while something was going on with her and Joshua. And by the way she’s watching him set the pizza up at the table, you’re starting to think your suspicions are right.
Realizing you can’t find your phone you head off to Jeonghan’s room to find it. You quickly find your phone sitting on his nightstand. Walking out of the room you’re greeted to the sight of Seungcheol exiting his room right across the hall.
“How was your coffee?” He asked, leaning against his door.
“It was good. Thank you for thinking of me.”
“Contrary to popular belief, I actually think about you all the time.” He has a good idea what unfolded between you and Jeonghan while he went to the gym. Jeonghan isn’t going to make this easy, so there is no point in Seungcheol trying to be subtle.
“Cheol.”
“I meant it when I said I was sorry. I also meant what I said about wishing I would have acted on my feelings.” He steps closer to you.
“I have something really good with Jeonghan, and you’re complicating it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t think you’re sorry.” You tilt your head studying him.
”I just want to prove to you I can be a good guy.” He reaches out slowly, testing the waters. His hand lingers against your cheek as he pushes the hair away from your face.
“Darling, can you grab my spare phone charger?” Jeonghan shouts from the living room. Pulling away from Seungcheol you snap out of it.
“Sure.” You yell back.
You step back from Seungcheol and rush off to Jeonghan room. Stepping inside you take a deep breath. Being that close to Seungcheol makes your head spin.
Walking towards Jeonghan you hand him his phone charger. He gives you a smile before leaning in and kissing the side of your mouth. You don't need to turn around to know that Seungcheol is watching you closely.
Everyone quickly devours the pizza. The boys take this time to pick something to watch. You could careless what you watch. You're honestly too distracted by Seungcheol.
Sitting on the living room couch, cuddled close to Jeonghan. Joshua is sitting on the couch next to you with Kitten sitting on the floor between his legs. Your eyes keep flicking over and watching him mindlessly play with her hair. Seungcheol is sitting in the chair next to the couch. You can feel his eyes burning into you. After way too much arguing between the boys, they decided to turn on some action movie. Personally, you aren’t paying attention, you’re focused on Jeonghan’s arm that is thrown over your shoulder. His hand resting by your shoulder is toying with your sweater.
The longer the movie plays the harder it is for you to stay awake. The movie ends and Joshua takes Kitten home. You're left on the couch as Seungcheol and Jeonghan silently clean up. You're in a twilight sleep, barely awake.
Jeonghan is try to focus on making the apartment look decent so he can escape Seungcheol and take you to bed. At this moment all he wants to do is hold you.
Jeonghan is washing a few of the dishes that were used while Seungcheol is putting away left overs.
"Jeonghan?" Seungcheol closes the fridge.
"What Cheol?" He continues washing the last dish.
"Do you want me to carry her to bed?" Seungcheol already knows Jeonghan is going to say no, but he can't stop himself from asking.
"No."
"She's tired."
Jeonghan shuts off the sink and lets out a heavy sigh. "I'm aware. I'll get her into my bed. Just leave her alone." He wipes his hands dry on the towel hanging near him.
"Are you really that territorial of her?"
"Fuck off Cheol. I'm too tired for your bullshit."
Seungcheol lets out a bitter laugh, "You act like I asked if I can take her to my bed."
"I'm not playing this game. I'm going to bed."
He walks out of the kitchen and heads straight to the couch, where you're sound asleep. He pushes your hair away from your face. Seungcheol stands in the door way watching both of you.
"Baby, let's go to bed." Jeonghan calling you ‘baby’ feels like a stab to Seungcheol’s gut.
Your eyes flutter open. You had barely fallen asleep. You slowly blink at Jeonghan. A silent yawn passes your lips. You stand up with Jeonghan's help.
Looking over by the kitchen you find Seungcheol watching you both with a hurt look on his face. Lacing your fingers with Jeonghan he leads you off to his room.
Stripping down to your panties and shirt you've left in his room. You crawl under the covers.
Laying on your side you watch Jeonghan start getting ready for bed. He seems tense.
"Hannie?"
"I'll be there in a minute, darling."
"I like when you call me baby."
He turns around, tension slowly dissipates from his body. "Okay, baby." You've always loved that he's called you darling since you met, but now that things have shifted between you, you've grown fond of him calling you baby.
He pulls back the cover crawling into bed next to you. Pulling your body close, he pushes your hair away from your face.
A quiet yawn passes your lips. He can help but smile at how cute you look.
"Someone is ready for bed."
He lays on his back, pulling you close to him. Your bodys as close to eachother as possible. Your head is resting on his chest, as your leg is thrown over his stomach. It doesn't take long before you're sound asleep in his arms.
Jeonghan lays there hold you. He hopes no matter what happens he never loses you.
-
This morning is off to a terrible start. You forgot to set your alarm, and normally Jeonghan would wake you up, but he's has a super early class in the morning.
You start throwing on any clothes you can grab that make you look at least decently nice.
Rushing out into the kitchen you're praying Joshua is home so he can take you to work. Instead you're greeted to the sight of Seungcheol making a cup of coffee.
"Fuck." You say under your breath.
Seungcheol glances up from his coffee. "What's wrong?"
"I'm definitely going to be late for work. I overslept. Jeonghan is at class and I was hoping Shua was home."
"I can take you. I don't have class today. I was just going to go to the gym in an hour."
"It's fine." You turn on your heels.
"It's clearly not fine. Let's go, I'll drive you." He sits his coffee on the counter.
This is probably a terrible idea, but you can't say no. You can't be late for work, and Seungcheol is your only option.
He grabs his keys sitting on the table next to the door. You silently you follow him. Arriving at his car, you're reminded of what unfolded between the two of you in the back seat.
Hopping into the passenger seat, you push away the vivid memories of his hands all over your body. Staring out the window you focus on the road.
The drive is filled with silence. The radio lightly plays giving a little bit of background noise, slightly cutting the awkward tension. Seungcheol loosely grips the steering wheel as he strums his fingers. Leaning your head against the window, you try to focus on anything other then him. This day is terrible and it just started. You somehow forgot to set your alarm. It's also Jeonghan’s long day at school, so there is a good chance he can't pick you up. Maybe Joshua can pick you up after work.
Seungcheol clears his throat catching your attention.
"What time are you off?" He asks breaking the awkward silence.
"At five."
"Jeonghan has school until seven, and Joshua mentioned something about dinner with Kitten's parents." You might not realize it, but Seungcheol is actually very observant. He tends to always know what is happening in the apartment.
"I know about Jeonghan's schedule, and I assumed Shua was probably busy." It looks like you're taking the bus home from work.
"I can pick you up. I don't want you walking home or taking the bus." He pulls into the parking lot of you work.
Unbuckling your seatbelt you glance at him, knitting your brows together. In the last two days, Seungcheol has been going out of his way to be nice to you.
"It's okay, you're busy, I can take the bus."
"I would prefer I pick you up." He turns the car off.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'll see you right here at five."
Work was quite uneventful to say the least. On your break you were checking in with Jeonghan, trying to see if he wanted to do something for dinner. You weren't expecting him to tell you he's going to be at school even later then normal.
When work finally ends you find Seungcheol leaning against his car outside. The worst part is he looks incredibly good. He's dressed in jeans and a shirt that shows off all his muscles. Staring at him for probably too long, you're reminded of your stupid crush on him. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath.
"How was work?" He ask as soon as you get close enough.
"Uneventful."
You open the passenger door and get into the car. Seungcheol hops in and watches as you buckle your seatbelt.
"Do you have dinner plans?" He asks.
"I was trying to have dinner with Hannie, but he's stuck at school." You let out a sigh.
"Joshua said he's at Kitten's place tonight." You're hit with the realization that it's really just you and Seungcheol tonight. "Did you maybe want to grab something on the way home?"
"I'm not sitting down in a restaurant with you." That would feel too much like a date, and you refuse to do that to Jeonghan.
He holds his hands up surrendering. "I was thinking we could grab take out. Hell we can even pick food up for Jeonghan."
Your brows knit together trying to think of what to say. This entire situation feels weird.
"Sure."
"Did you want to stop by that Thai food place I know you like?" You realize that Seungcheol pays attention to you more than you thought he did.
"You know which Thai food place I like?"
"Yeah, it's the one off third street. I always see the menu in our kitchen." He gives you a gentle smile.
"Oh."
Seungcheol buckles up and starts driving towards the restaurant. You send Jeonghan a text letting him know you'll have dinner for him once he's finally home from school.
Arriving at the restaurant, you both head inside together. You order pad the Thai and tom yum soup that you and Jeonghan both like, and before you can pay, Seungcheol jumps in and adds to the order. He hands over his credit card before you can even process what's happening.
"You didn't have to do that." You say as you walk over towards little table to wait for your food.
"I know but I wanted to."
The wait for the food only takes about ten minutes. Seungcheol grabs the bag and you both head out to the car.
Arriving home you follow Seungcheol into the kitchen. He sets the bag down and starts grabbing bowls and plates. You work on dishing yourself and saving Jeonghan's food for him. You set it aside and join Seungcheol at the table.
This is definitely and odd experience, in the whole time you've lived with Seungcheol, you don't think you've ever had dinner just the two of you.
You eat in silence for a few moments before Seungcheol finally speaks. "This place is really good. I can see why you and Jeonghan like it."
"He actually found it. He took me there one night to get me to stop studying. I had given myself a headache from studying nonstop and he begged me to take a break. He bribed me by telling me he found the place with the best pad Thai around." You remember that night fondly. You were well aware of your feelings for Jeonghan long before then, but you realized that night you fallen so hard for your best friend/roommate.
"Jeonghan has always been really good to you." He sounds sad as he says it.
"He is."
"I wish I had treated you better." He wishes he could go back and change things.
"I didn't need you to treat me better." You sit your spoon down. "I know you regret things Cheol, but maybe it's best you didn't complicate things back then."
"Back then?" He raises his brow.
"You're complicating things now." You don't want to have this conversation. You don't want him to know that he does nothing but confuse you.
"I am?"
You pick up your chopsticks and take another bite of your food. Seungcheol carefully watches each of your moves.
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"Things should be easy for me and Hannie, but you've managed to make things complicated." You let out a sigh, putting your chopsticks back down.
"Are they not easy?"
"No, because you're confusing me. I'm doing nothing but hurting Hannie because I'm so fucking confused."
"How am I confusing you?" He respones.
"Because for some reason I don't just have feelings for him." It hurts to say it out loud. You don't want Seungcheol to know you feel something for him.
"Do you like me?"
"No." You stand up quickly.
"Liar." He follows you and stands up.
"I don't want to like you. I want love only Jeonghan." You point your finger at him.
You saying you love Jeonghan feels like a bucket of ice cold water being poured in him.
"You love Jeonghan?"
"Yes. I haven't been able to say it out loud to him yet because I'm scared I'm going to hurt him."
You turn on your heels desperately needing to escape this conversation. Seungcheol grabs your hand stopping you from leaving. "Why would you hurt him?"
"Because I can’t shut off my feelings for you." You practically seethe. He drops your hand and stares at you completely shocked.
"Darling."
You shake your head. "Don't call me that."
Seungcheol stomach is twisting at the thought of you being so upset. He doesn't mind pushing Jeonghan's buttons while fighting for you, but the thought of you being upset at the idea of having feelings for both of them hurts. Seungcheol never wanted to do anything to upset you.
"I'm sorry." That the only thing he can think to say.
"I think dinner is over." You pull your hand away and instead of going to your room, you go off to Jeonghan's to wait for him.
It's close to ten at night with Jeonghan finally walks into the apartment. He finds Seungcheol sitting on the couch looking extra pouty.
Jeonghan knits his brows and debates on even interacting with him.
"What's wrong Cheol?"
Seungcheol glances up. "I just had a bad night. I'm going to stay with Jihoon tonight. You two can have the apartment to yourself."
Jeonghan instantly knows something happened between the two of you.
"She's in your room." Seungcheol says before heading out.
Jeonghan walks into his room and finds you laying on his bed. You're dressed in a baggy shirt that you've definitely stolen from his closet and a pair of panties. You instantly light up at the site of him.
"Hi, Hannie."
He walks over and presses his lips to yours for a quick kiss.
"Cheol, said we have the place to ourselves tonight."
"Oh." He was expecting more of a response then that.
"Is everything okay?" He starts to remove his clothes he's worn today, and gets dressed in just a pair of sweatpants.
"Seungcheol was just annoying me. Nothing new really." He can tell there is more to the story, but if you don't want to talk about it he won't push you.
"I have Thai food waiting to you."
You both head out into the kitchen. You get Jeonghan food and place it on the table. You both sit there chatting as he eat a very late dinner.
"With tomorrow being Saturday, why don't we spend the day together?" Jeonghan asks between bites.
"That would be great." Desperately need some alone time with Jeonghan, especially after today.
"Maybe we could take a trip to the aquarium. I know you mentioned wanting to see the jellyfish."
"I would love that."
Jeonghan takes a couple more bites of his food. "Darling, what actually happened with Seungcheol?"
You let out a heavy sigh and look down at the table. “We kinda got into a fight, or I guess you could say I just yelled at him." You feel embarrassed thinking back to it.
"About what?"
"Just about how he's interfering with what's going on with us."
Jeonghan puts his chopsticks down and reaches across the table. He takes your hand and gently squeezes it. "Baby, he's not messing up what we have."
"I feel like I'm just hurting you, because I can't turn off my feelings for him."
"It's okay. As long as your like me that's all that matters. It doesn't matter that you like him too." Jeonghan has told himself that if he loves you and you like him nothing else matters. He knows what you have together will be nothing compared to Seungcheol.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
He gives your hand another squeeze. "Baby stop stressing about Cheol. Just let yourself enjoy what we have. We can figure out the whole Cheol situation later."
You both clean up the kitchen before heading off to Jeonghan's room. You're curled up in bed next to him. He's scrolling through his phone as your head is resting on his chest.
"Hannie, thank you for being patient with me."
He leans down and kisses the top of your head. "I'm just glad I finally get to be with you." He wants to tell you he loves you, but he knows right now isn't the time. He's just happy he gets to go to bed holding you every night right now.
Early in the morning Jeonghan wakes up and makes you both a cup of coffee. He left you in his room sound asleep.
Can't help but let out a little laugh at the sight of Joshua slowly sneaking back into the apartment looking disheveled.
"Must have been one hell of a sleepover." Jeonghan says startling him.
Joshua stops and looks at his roommate. "Nothing happened."
"The three hickies on your neck says otherwise." Joshua can pretend all he wants that him and Kitten are being sneaky, but it's very obvious to everyone that lives in this apartment what is going on.
"We're not discussing this." Joshua lets out a sigh and walks towards Jeonghan.
Jeonghan rolls his eyes and sits down at the kitchen table. "Fine we don't have to discuss it."
Joshua walks over and steals the coffee that was intended for you. "So what's going on with you and darling?"
Jeonghan takes another sip of his coffee. "We're definitely together. We haven't labeled it officially, but to me she's my girlfriend."
"Why haven't you labeled it?"
Jeonghan isn't sure how much Joshua knows. In this apartment, there aren't many things that are kept a secret.
"Cheol has complicated things."
"Is it because they slept together?" Joshua is a smart man, and he was clearly able to put two and two together.
"You know about that?"
"She hinted about it one day, and after she was covered in hickies a while back I just assumed that's when it happened."
"I don't care that they slept together. Things are just complicated."
Joshua has been one of Jeonghan's best friends for a while now. If anyone could give him advice, it would be him.
"How are the complicated?"
"Darling likes me a lot, and I love her. The problem is she has feelings for Seungcheol too. She said they're not as strong as what she feels for me. She just said she can't seem to shut off what she feels for him."
"Does it matter to you?" Joshua asks, before taking another sip of his coffee.
"Honestly no. As long as she likes me, it doesn't matter. I just want to be with her. I don't think one day she'll decide she wants to leave me for him."
"Then I say tell her that. Tell her you love her."
Jeonghan lets out a little chuckle. "How did you know that I havent told her I love her?"
"Because I know you."
"I need to tell her."
-
Standing in the middle of the big glass that looks out in the sea of jellyfish Jeonghan pulls out his phone to snap some photos of you. He doesn't want to forget this moment ever. You turn around and signal for him to join you.
Walking over, he stands right next to you. You reach out lacing your fingers with his.
"Thank you for bringing me here." You glance over at him.
"Anything for you darling." He looks out at the dark water, watching as the fluorescent jellyfish move around.
He glances at you watching as you smile. You look so incredibly happy, to the point you're practically glowing.
"Can I say something?"
You glance over at him. "Of course."
"I love you." Instantly a weight feels as if it's been lifted off his shoulders as those three little letters finally leave his lips.
You turn to face him. A smile tugs at your lips. "I love you too." There was this little voice inside his head telling him you didn't feel the same way. Hearing you say it back makes his heart flutter. He knows things aren't going to be easy and even though you both love each other, there’s still a certain someone complicating things between you.
ohh please do thoughts on creampie breeding kink jun…
a/n: bestie, you're in my head bc Jun lives there rent-free with 19 others- also, this sounded like a request for hcs, so let's go!
warning: mdni, 18+, lowkey service top! Jun, dirty talk, teasing, praise, unprotected, established relationship, a little dumbification, multiple orgasms, creampie, Jun big, Jun down bad, you down bad, etc.
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
Jun is a provider; his love language is acts of service, so he definitely is the type to get turned on by the idea of breeding you and truly marking you as his.
He'd prefer to give you a few orgasms before even giving you his cock. Again, acts of service, but also, he genuinely enjoys the way you get wet for him when he plays with you. It's something he probably would tease you about. "Mmm, I think you want this more than me. Do you get lonely when I am away at work, hmm?"
He is the type to talk you through it. He's playful, a mix of praise and teasing, which he says with a smirk. He enjoys the way your face flushes, and the way you're coating his cock with a new layer of slick just from his words.
He's also the type that watches the way his cock stretches you open nice and slow. Watching the way your pretty pussy swallows him up eagerly, the more he talks you through it. "Yeah, you've been wanting this, haven't you? Always so wet for me, I don't think you want me to leave, Baby."
He's not rough or hard, but actually something much worse. He's deliberate. Rolls his hips in firm, slow strokes that make you feel every inch, feel every throbbing vein on his cock pulsing along your gummy walls until the tip of his cock is hitting the back of your soft cunt.
His tip swabs along your cervix like he's writing out promises to you. Promises to make you forget your name, promises to make you feel him days later, and the stretch on the back of your thighs scream in agreement as he puts his weight into it.
His lips get looser the longer your pretty pussy is wrapped around him. His eyes are drooping, darkening as the sounds of your drooling cunt get louder with each passing second. "Yeah, that's it- tell me how good you feel."
He enjoys the way your mouth parts, little cute noises slipping past them because he's reaching deeper with each stroke.
He enjoys the way your body responds to him, your hips squirming until he's pushing your knees up to your chest, and forcing your starry eyes to focus on him. "No, don't run away from me, I know you can take it. Want you to take it all."
His stamina is actually insane! He's not satisfied with just one thing. It's why he played with you for so long before giving you his cock. So now, when your eyes are crossing lewdly, and you're clamping around him, trying to milk his first orgasm out of him, he can only laugh. "We have all night, my love, there's no rush." He plans to give you everything until you're a mess, dripping with his cum.
This man loves validation! His love language is acts of service, so when you give him praise, a shiver literally runs down his spine. He's asking, "Does that feel good?" "Can you feel me deep inside you, my love?" "Tell me who's got you feeling this good." He thinks the way your tongue is glued to the roof of your mouth, you won't respond, but when you do, his ears burn red.
You're babbling that it's him, him, him, that's making you feel so good, and you even got drool forming at the corner of your mouth while doing so.
Each praise you give has his dick twitching, hips stuttering, while his ears turn pink under the validation. His thrusts get sloppy, meaner as you give him praise, desperate to hear more while you're holding onto him for mercy.
He also coos when you cum on his cock with a wail shortly after. Your knees are to your chest, ankles over his shoulders, and he's fucking you through it with deep grinds, swirling the globular head of his cock against your cervix while telling you he's going to fill you up with a lovesick grin.
And that's what sends him over the edge. Overstuffing your cunt with his gooey seed until it seeps out is enough to make his head fall back with a deep groan. His balls tense, and the tip of his cock throbs as he does just that, spilling rope after rope of his cum deep inside.
He has you trapped underneath him, feeling every wad of cum fill you up before it's too much, and it trickles down onto the bedsheets underneath you.
And when he finally slips out, he spreads your puffy folds apart with his fingers, watching his cum ooze out before he's scooping it back up and stuffing it back inside. Making sure he's not wasting a drop because "you look so pretty just like this."
And he means that. Your body's all soft, pliant, and full with his seed. Your thighs still tremble from the multiple orgasms he's given you, and his hands massage your twitching muscles with slow, smooth circles.
His touch is all soft and gentle as he continues to praise you, his hands rubbing along your body until you're melting back into the bed with him.
Then he's pulling you close to hold you in his arms as your back presses against his chest. And that's how you two stay until he thinks you've rested enough for round two.
Again, his stamina is high, and it doesn't take him long before his hand snakes between your thighs. He's murmuring that he just needs you to hook your leg over his knee, and he'll do all the work. He just wants to make you feel good, and the image of cumming inside you again has his brain mushy while his fingers give your sweet cunt a cute little inspection to see if you can handle more.
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yea he’s so hot and big and thick and i need him to lay his weight on me and put me in a headlock but i also want to smack his ass until it’s red and edge him until he cry
PAIRING: F.Reader x ot13
PACK MEMBER FOCUS: Soonyoung
PACK MEETING: Soonyoung is an irritable mess and no one can figure it out until he wanders in your room in the middle of the night.
REQUESTED BY: ANON
REQUEST: soonyoung got his rut earlier than expected and everyone has been wondering why hes so snappy these days, and it was answered when soonyoung goes to the omega’s room and yeah u know it lol
GENRE: Fluff, smut, mild angst
AU: Omegaverse
WC: 9,867
RATING: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It may contain explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
PACK WARNINGS: Some mild angst and fighting among members, Soonyoung is picking fights with everyone that are petty and stupid, lots of frustration, a single moment between Soonyoung and Mingyu where Soonyoung almost turns things physical but reader diffuses, some awkwardness because reader is still relatively new to the pack, lots of hormones and body chemistry, Soonyoung having some anxiety about spending a rut with reader, explicit language, explicit sexual content including unprotected sex, mild biting, some scenting, teasing, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, very very light dirty talk, Soonyoung being possessive, and a moment of Soonyoung being territorial to another member at the end briefly.
SMUT NOTICE: This chapter is centered around smut and shout be skipped if you don't like reading smut - it makes little sense to read without.
A/N: This does not lean into rut dynamics a ton nor does it lean toooo heavily into omegaverse smut dynamics because I wanted to lean into the idea that this is the first time since reader has joined the pack that she's helping with someone's rut and thus the dynamic is entirely different and slower/more personal than it typically would be among seasoned rut partners.
A/N 2: As usual this is not beta read this because I'm impatient and just wanna post these as I finish writing them. Also Hali stick to under 5k challenge failed again.
HOUSE RULES M. LIST | MAIN M. LIST | ASK
SOONYOUNG IS AN EASY ALPHA TO READ. As someone who wears his heart on his sleeve and his emotions on his face, you rarely have a problem reading him now that you know him well enough. Plus, whatever isn't on his face or in his tone is usually coming directly from the source himself, never the one to shy away from communicating exactly what he thinks of something.
So it's unusual when you realize on a Friday afternoon that something is wrong with Soonyoung but you don't quite know what that something is.
The sun is slanting through the western windows of the house, turning the floors honey-warm and catching the dust motes floating lazily through the air. You're curled into the corner of the sectional - a spot that has become yours over the last few weeks - with a book in your lap. It's some novel that Wonwoo recommended and that you're half paying attention to because Mingyu keeps singing off-key in the kitchen where he's baking and because there's base thrumming from Jihoon's studio basement, vibrating up through the couch into your spine.
It's the kind of afternoon that's calm but doesn't exactly leave space for reading, especially when Chan flops down on the couch next to you, immediately pushing into your side to nuzzle close and lay his head in your lap.
"Hi," he sighs dreamily, tilting his head back to look up at you. "This okay?"
You grin, running your fingers through his hair. "Of course it is."
He nearly purrs under your touch, melting into your lap as he settles, his dark hair soft against your fingers as he gets comfortable with one arm draped over his stomach and the other hanging off the edge of the couch. He smells like the laundry detergent the pack uses, warm and clean and the distinct lavender and sea salt smell that is so him.
Putting the book down, you continue to stroke his hair, feeling him relax into your lap, heavy and solid. You smile. You like this - you're glad that you finally have figured this out, the intimacy that's both physical and mental, both casual and sexual. Now that you've finally settled and figured them out, this kind of contact is easy. Welcome. Craved.
The afternoon light catches the side of Chan's face and you notice the faint freckles across his nose, the way his face is soft, eyes closed and content as he drifts. It's moments like this that make you understand why the pack works and why fourteen people in one house don't feel chaotic and feel like this instead.
Soonyoung's voice is what cuts through the silence, reminding you that the pack has its bad days too. You turn to look over the back of the couch the way his voice is coming, cutting through the ambient noise like a knife. Chan shifts too, the beta making an unhappy noise as he cracks an eye open.
"I said I would handle it, Seokmin," Soonyoung snaps somewhere. You straighten, the alpha's voice rigid and more severe than you're used to hearing. "So stop."
"I'm just trying to help." Seokmin's calmer voice barely reaches you, careful and placating. You can hear his confusion even without seeing his face. "If you'd just listen-"
"I don't need to listen."
Footsteps keep your attention pinned to the entryway from the hall. Soonyoung rounds the corner into the living room and the sight of him makes something in your chest clench. His jaw is tight, muscle twitching beneath the skin, and his shoulders are drawn up and rigid. There's something wild in his eyes that make your instincts prickle, a warning bell going off in the back of your head that's telling you there's an alpha in distress.
Seokmin trails behind him with his hands raised in a gesture of peace, his expression caught somewhere between apologetic and frustrated. He's still in his work clothes, dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and tie loosened around his neck, but the tension in his neck has nothing to do with Soonyoung.
Your book is long forgotten. Chan's head is turned in your lap, watching as Soonyoung storms into the room, Seokmin behind him. Seokmin looks at you before his eyes dart meaningfully between you and Chan, a silent request. You understand immediately and pat Chan gently. The beta stirs immediately, unfolding from your lap with a quick kiss to your forehead before he heads toward Seokmin.
"Help me with something in the kitchen?" Chan asks Seokmin, reaching for him.
"Sure," Seokmin sighs, moving toward the hallway. He shoots you one last look, mouthing thank you as he follows Chan out of the room, leaving you alone on the couch.
The moment they're gone, Soonyoung is moving toward you, his agitation evaporating. He falls onto the couch, settling against you instantly, head finding the curve where your shoulder meets your neck, his arms wrapping around you as he breathes you in.
"Hi," he says quietly, voice muffled as he presses in closer. "You smell good."
His scent washes over you as he burrows closer, deep teakwood with an undercurrent of warmth that you've come to associate with him, though there's something slightly off about it now. Something sharp and acidic underneath. It makes your nose wrinkle slightly even as your omega instincts purr at his proximity.
"Hi," you murmur, tugging him further into you.
"What are you reading?"
"Something Wonwoo recommended."
He hums, a low sound in the back of his throat, and leans even closer to peer at the cover. You can feel the heat of him along your side, can see the way his hair falls into his eyes as he tilts his head. "Is it good?"
"It's okay. It's a little slow."
"Do you want company? I can sit with you."
There's something almost desperate in the offer, something that makes your chest tight. You study his face, trying to understand what just happened, trying to reconcile the alpha who just snapped at Seokmin with the one who's looking at you now like he might die if you say no. You'd never say no, though, so you smile and nod.
"Always," you say softly, and watch the way relief floods his expression like sunrise breaking over water. “Just keep the teeth away, yeah?”
He nods and shifts, adjusting his position so he's lying more fully against you, his head pillowed on your thigh where Chan had been moments before. The weight of him is different, heavier and more solid, radiating a heat that seems to seep through the fabric of your leggings and into your skin. One of his arms wraps around your leg, holding on like you might disappear if he doesn't anchor himself to you.
Without thinking, you card your fingers through his hair, and the effect is immediate. He melts. There's no other word for it as the tension that had been coiled through his shoulders and jaw just dissolves under your touch, his whole body going soft and pliant against you. A sound escapes him, something between a sigh and a groan, and he presses his face harder against your thigh.
"That feels nice," he mumbles. "Don't stop doing that."
You smile, continuing the gentle motion, your fingers sliding through the dark strands. His hair is softer than you expected, still slightly mussed from where he'd been running his hands through it earlier, and you work through the tangles with careful attention. Each pass of your fingers seems to pull more tension from him, until he's practically boneless against you, his breathing evening out into something slow and deep.
The afternoon light has shifted, no longer streaming directly through the windows but casting everything in a softer, golden glow. That's when you notice it again. That off note in his scent. It's subtle, easy to miss if you weren't paying attention, but it's there, sharp and acidic beneath the familiar teakwood warmth, like something fermented or turned. It makes your nose wrinkle slightly, your omega instincts prickling with a vague sense of concern. You've never smelled him like this before. Usually his scent is all warmth and depth, grounding and steady, but this is different.
You frown slightly, your fingers pausing in his hair as you try to place what it reminds you of. Your first thought is rut, that sharp, aggressive edge that alphas get when their biology starts to take over, but you dismiss it almost immediately. You've been with the pack long enough now to know everyone's schedules, the careful tracking system they use to make sure no one's caught off guard. Soonyoung isn't due for a rut for at least another three weeks. You'd know. Seungcheol keeps a calendar, and you've seen it enough times to have most of the dates memorized.
So it's not that. Maybe he's just stressed? The thought settles uneasily in your chest. He has been more on edge lately, more irritable with the others, though you'd chalked it up to work or pack dynamics or any of the hundred other things that can make an alpha tense. Maybe it's manifesting in his scent, some kind of stress response you're not familiar with yet.
You let it go, resuming the gentle motion of your fingers through his hair. Whatever it is, he clearly needs this and you're not about to pull away because of some vague concern you can't even properly articulate. If it's serious, someone else will notice. Seungcheol will notice.
Soonyoung makes another one of those soft sounds and you feel your heart do something complicated in your chest. You smile, thinking about how much you like him. The realization isn't new - you like all of them. But it hits you fresh at this moment, with him soft and sleepy against you.
"You're really good at that," he murmurs, his voice drowsy and content. His eyes are closed, his face relaxed. "Like, unfairly good."
"Just scratching your head," you say, but you're smiling, your fingers finding that spot behind his ear that makes him practically purr.
"Mm, no. It's more than that." He shifts slightly, tilting his head to look up at you, and the expression on his face makes your breath catch. There's something raw in his eyes, something open and honest that he usually keeps hidden behind jokes and easy grins. "You make everything feel easier."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He reaches up, his hand finding yours where it's resting against his temple, and he threads your fingers together. His palm is warm, slightly rough, and the gesture feels impossibly intimate. "I really like being close to you. Is that okay? To say that?"
"Of course it is. I like being close to you too."
His smile is small but genuine, crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Good. Because I don't think I could stop even if you told me to."
You laugh quietly, resuming the gentle motion through his hair with your free hand while he keeps the other one captive, his thumb tracing absent patterns against your knuckles. His touch is comforting and you can feel the way his body has gone completely relaxed against you as the house settles around you, the sound of pack life continuing in other rooms.
You don't know how long you stay like that. Long enough for the light to shift again, the golden glow deepening toward amber. Long enough for your legs to start going numb under his weight, though you don't mention it. Long enough for you to memorize the exact shade of his hair in this light, the pattern of freckles across his nose, the way his eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks when he closes his eyes.
"Thank you," he says eventually, so quiet you almost miss it.
"For what?"
"For not asking questions. For just letting me be here."
You want to tell him he never has to thank you for that, but the words feel too big, too revealing, so instead you just squeeze his hand and keep running your fingers through his hair, and hope he understands anyway.
He seems to. His eyes drift closed again, his breathing evening out. And despite that lingering concern about his scent, despite the confusion about what happened with Seokmin, despite everything, you let yourself have this, relaxing against the couch as Soonyoung dozes in your lap.
-
The second time you notice something off with Soonyoung is worse.
It's Saturday morning and the kitchen is alive with the weekend chaos you've come to expect now that you eat breakfast at more reasonable hours. Mingyu is at the stove making what smells like pancakes while Vernon sits at the island with his laptop and a cup of coffee that you think has gone cold. Joshua hums as he sets the table in the dining room while morning light streams through the windows, coffee and the scent of bodies filling the room.
You're standing at the counter making tea, watching the kettle when you hear the commotion start somewhere just outside the kitchen.
"I'm just saying," Junhui says, his voice measured and calm in a way that suggests he is trying very hard to be patient. "If you'd communicated better, it would-"
"I don't need you to tell me how to communicate, Jun." Soonyoung's voice cuts through the morning peace like a knife, sharp enough that you see Mingyu's shoulders tense at the stove, see Vernon's fingers still on his keyboard.
Your hands tighten on the edge of the counter, your whole body going alert. Not again. Please not again. You glance at Mingyu who winces and shrugs his shoulders before turning back to stare intensely at his pancakes, preferring to let the alphas argue it out.
"I'm not telling you how to do anything." Junhui's voice is still calm but you can hear the edge creeping in, can hear the alpha authority starting to bleed through. "I'm just saying that if you'd communicated better, we wouldn't have had the conflict with-"
"Right, so it's my fault."
"That isn't what I said-"
"It's what you meant!"
You turn your attention back to the kettle, listening with half an ear as the argument continues. It's not the first time you've heard pack members disagree, and it probably won't be the last. The whistle is building now, getting louder, and you're reaching for your mug when you hear a crash loud enough that you jerk your hand.
The kettle wobbles but you catch it, steadying it with both hands as you let out a breath. Your heart kicks up for a moment before settling back down. Just an argument. Just pack dynamics working themselves out.
Mingyu has turned from the stove, spatula still in hand, his expression somewhere between concerned and resigned. Vernon has closed his laptop, watching the doorway.
"Soonyoung." Junhui's voice is harder now, carrying that alpha command that says stand down. "You need to calm down."
"Don't tell me to calm down."
There's a beat of tense silence, and then footsteps, quick and purposeful before Soonyoung appears in the kitchen doorway. He looks wound tight, his chest heavy slightly, his eyes bright and a flush high on his cheeks that tells you he's stressed. His hair is a mess like he's been running his hands through it, and his t-shirt is rumpled, twisted slightly to one side. For a second he just stands there, breathing hard, his gaze sweeping the kitchen like he's looking for something.
Then his eyes land on you, and everything changes.
The tension bleeds out of his shoulders and his expression softens immediately, the wild edge in his eyes gentling into something warm. He crosses the kitchen in a few long strides, and before you can say anything, he’s pressing into your side like he needs the physical contact to breathe.
"Hi," he says quietly, his voice rough but softer than it was seconds ago. One of his arms wraps around your waist, and he leans into you, his forehead coming to rest against your temple. "You making tea?"
"Yeah." You can feel the heat of him along your entire side, can smell that sharp acidic edge underneath his usual teakwood warmth. It's more pronounced than it was yesterday. "Want some?"
"No. Just want to be here."
"Alright."
You reach up to run your fingers through his hair, scraping the blunt edge of your nails against his scalp. He hums, chest vibrating against you as his eyes flutter, scent blooming warm and rich, the acidic note vanishing. The kettle is whistling properly now, so you pour the water one-handed, Soonyoung still plastered to your side like he has no intention of moving. He doesn't say anything, just stands there with his arm around you, his breathing evening out as you finish making your tea.
Behind you, you can hear Mingyu returning to the pancakes, the quiet sizzle of batter hitting the pan. Vernon has reopened his laptop but you can feel his attention still on the two of you. Joshua appears in the doorway, takes one look at Soonyoung wrapped around you, and just nods to himself before heading back to finish setting the table.
"Breakfast is almost ready," Mingyu says after a moment, his voice carefully neutral. "If you guys want to sit down."
Soonyoung makes a noncommittal sound against your hair but doesn't move. You smile, wrapping both hands around your mug now that it's ready, and lean back into him slightly.
"Come on," you murmur. "Let's go sit."
He follows you without question, his hand sliding from your waist to tangle with your free hand, keeping you connected as you move into the dining room. The table is set thanks to Joshua, who looks between you and Soonyoung before winking.
You choose a seat near the middle of the table and Soonyoung immediately claims the chair right next to you, close enough that his thigh presses against yours when he sits. His hand finds your knee under the table, his thumb rubbing small circles against the fabric of your leggings, and you can feel the way he's still wound tight despite the softness in his expression.
Junhui appears in the doorway a moment later, and you watch as his eyes land on Soonyoung pressed up against your side. Something complicated crosses his face - frustration, maybe, but also understanding, and what looks like relief. He lets out a long breath, his shoulders dropping slightly, and when he meets your eyes there's gratitude there.
Thanks, he mouths silently and you nod.
He takes a seat across the table, his posture still tense but no longer aggressive. The argument isn't resolved, the set of his jaw and the tension in his hands making that much obvious, but it's set aside for now for when Soonyoung isn't whatever this is right now.
Soon, the table fills out with the rest of the pack and loud conversation backtracked by the sound of silverware on plates. Soonyoung serves you first, putting pancakes on your plate before his own, his hand never leaving your knee. He eats one-handed, the other staying firmly on you like he needs the anchor despite Seungkwan poking fun at him.
Soonyoung gradually relaxes against your side. His scent is still off, but his breathing has evened out, and the tension in his shoulders has eased. He's not talking much, just listening to the conversation around him, but every so often he glances at you like he's checking that you're still there.
Across the table, Junhui catches your eye again and gives you a small nod. The message is clear: Whatever you're doing, keep doing it.
So you do. You finish your tea and eat your pancakes and let Soonyoung stay pressed against your side for as long as he needs, and you try not to think too hard about what it is that's bothering him, ready to wait him out and let him come to you.
-
By Sunday, Soonyoung's tension has been noticed by everyone.
It's the kind of afternoon where the house has that lazy, syrupy feeling of the weekend as people scatter across the estate with their routines. You can hear Seungkwan's laugh coming through an open window, backtracked by someone playing music.
Sun bakes down on the top of your head as you stretch, sweaty skin sticky against the cloth of the cabana seating. Mingyu is tucked next to you, the smell of his clean, floral musk and sunscreen soothing.
The afternoon sun turns the pool surface into liquid gold, the light dancing and refracting in patterns that shift with every ripple. The air smells like chlorine and sunscreen and the jasmine that grows wild along the fence line, music playing from the speaker next to Mingyu softly while the two of you lounge
He's stretched out next to you in swim shorts that are slung low on his hips, his long legs crossed at the ankle, a book open in his lap that he's been so called reading for the past twenty minutes despite the fact he hasn't turned a page in at least ten. His chest is bare, shoulders already warming to a golden tan, and there's a faint sheen of sunscreen on his skin that catches the light.
You are definitely not reading your book. Instead, you're acutely aware of the way Mingyu's chest rises and falls with each one of his breaths, every defined line of his abs, and the way his muscles in his shoulders flex when he shifts his position. Your eyes drift from his collarbones to his sternum to the dip of his waist where his swim shorts sit low on his hips, and you have to physically force your gaze back to your book.
When you glance sideways, you catch the faintest smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He knows. Of course he knows. Mingyu always knows when you're looking.
Footsteps draw your attention on the pool deck. Soonyoung is approaching, jaw tight and shoulders tense. You frown and his scent hits you a moment later as the wind shifts, sharp and acrid. You shift and Mingyu notices, glancing at you from behind his sunglasses before he realizes Soonyoung is there.
"Mingyu," Soonyoung says, voice clipped. He stops at the edge of the cabana, his eyes locked on Mingyu with something that makes the beta tense. "You left the fridge door open this morning. Again."
Mingyu blinks. "What?"
"Yeah."
"Soonyoung, I made breakfast at seven. It's been hours." Mingyu shields his eyes, looking up at Soonyoung, his tone more bewildered than defensive. "What even is-"
"And yesterday," Soonyoung continues, "You left stuff all over the kitchen counter. It's rude and messy."
You watch as Mingyu's expression shifts from confusion to something closer to exasperation. "I cleaned that up. Wonwoo saw me clean it up."
"Not very well, apparently." Soonyoung's voice is sharp. "And you were making noise in the kitchen at like six in the morning. Some of us were trying to sleep."
"You were literally in the gym at six." Mingyu closes his book deliberately and sets it on the small table next to the cabana. When he looks up at Soonyoung, his expression is guarded, not angry. "What's your actual problem Soonyoung? Spit it out."
"I don't have a problem. I just think it would be nice if people actually thought about the shared spaces instead of just doing whatever they want."
"Nobody's doing whatever they want."
Mingyu stands now so he's facing Soonyoung directly. He's a beta, but he's not small. He towers over Soonyoung, imposing in a way that makes your instincts flare, feeling the shift of tension between the two.
"You're picking a fight," Mingyu says, softer than before.
"I'm not picking a fight."
"Soonyoung, you're-" Mingyu cuts himself off and sighs. You can see him trying to control his temper, trying to figure out what Soonyoung is actually mad about. "You know what, whatever. You're right."
He turns to leave, his movements sharp and frustrated, stepping away from the cabana toward the pool deck. The afternoon sun hits him full-force, turning his skin golden, and for a moment you think maybe that's it. But then Soonyoung's hand darts out, wrapping around Mingyu's arm just above the elbow, fingers digging in hard enough to dimple Mingyu's skin.
"Don't walk away from me," Soonyoung growls, teeth flashing.
"Okay, enough."
Your voice cuts through the tension, sharp and commanding in a way that surprises even you. You're on your feet before you've consciously decided to move, a frustrated growling rippling through you at their bickering and Soonyoung's obvious struggle with something.
The effect is immediate and absolute. Soonyoung's hand drops from Mingyu's arm like he's been burned, his eyes going wide as they snap to you. Mingyu takes a step back, his posture immediately shifting from defensive to something closer to chastened. They're both staring at you now, and you can see the moment they register your expression.
"I don't know what's going on with you," you say, your gaze locked on Soonyoung, "but I am tired of watching you pick fights with everyone in this house. And Mingyu, you know it sets him off when you walk away like that."
"I wasn't-" Mingyu starts, but you hold up a hand and he stops immediately, his mouth closing.
"I don't want to hear it. Not from either of you. Soonyoung, put the teeth away."
The afternoon sun is hot on your shoulders, the chlorine smell sharp in your nose as a beat of silence passes. Soonyoung looks like he's been slapped, his expression crumbling from aggressive to something that looks almost like shame. His shoulders drop, his hands unclenching, and you can see the way his whole body seems to deflate.
"I'm sorry," he says, voice smaller than you've ever heard it.
"I know, Soonyoung." Your voice softens a fraction. "But you need to figure out what's going on with you, because this isn't okay. Mingyu didn't deserve that."
Soonyoung glances at Mingyu. "I'm sorry."
Mingyu is rubbing his arm where Soonyoung grabbed him, and you can see the red marks already forming, can see the shape of fingers pressed into his skin. His expression is a mix of anger and hurt, and you can tell he's struggling to not let his temper flare again. He takes a deep breath and nods, the frustration melting out of him in the way that betas are always good at.
"You need to talk to Seungcheol," Mingyu says, his voice much calmer now. "Today."
"I know."
Mingyu doesn't seem convinced. "I'm serious."
"I know. I'm going to."
For a second, Mingyu hesitates. Then he nods and glances at you, tilting his head toward Soonyoung subtly. You nod and Mingyu backs up a few paces, keeping his eyes on you until he's sure that you'll be fine with Soonyoung before he turns, sulky and irritated but knowing that Soonyoung needs space and recently, you're the only one who can reason with him.
Soonyoung looks wrecked, his expression apologetic. He's trembling a little, hands flexing at his sides like he wants to reach for you but can't or won't, his scent a mess. His pupils are blown wide, somewhere between fighting whatever instinct is making him so cagey and panic that he's upset you - he hates upsetting anyone, but most of all he hates when you're mad.
"Can I…?" He drifts off and gestures vaguely in your direction.
He's asking permission, deferring to you completely, and you can see in his eyes that he'll accept whatever answer you give. That he knows he just got put in his place and he's not going to push.
You let out a breath, some of the tension leaving your shoulders. "Yeah. Come here.
He crosses the distance between you in two quick strides, but when he reaches you, he's careful, his arms coming around you slowly enough to give you time to pull away. You don't and instead let him pull you close so he can bury his face in your neck, breathing you in and scenting you enough to make you both dizzy and clinging to one another. Your lashes flutter, a rush going through you as he brushes his nose against the softness of your neck, blood turning molten.
"I'm sorry," he whispers against your skin, and his voice is broken. "I'm sorry. You're right. I'm sorry."
Your hands come up automatically, one sliding into his hair, the other pressing flat against his back. You can feel the knobs of his spine through his shirt, can feel the way his muscles are locked tight with tension.
"I know you are," you murmur. "But you need to figure out what's wrong. This isn't like you."
You can feel the way he's trying to calm himself down, trying to match his breathing to yours, trying to use your presence to anchor himself. You feel a pang in your chest, hugging him a little tighter. Soonyoung is always hard on himself - harder than he needs to be - and he hates fighting with anyone, especially Mingyu. Especially in front of you.
You guide him back to the loungers, settling onto one and pulling him down beside you. He goes willingly, curling into your side like he's trying to make himself smaller, his head resting on your shoulder. The afternoon sun has shifted, the shade of the cabana stretching longer across the pool deck, and the water has gone still and mirror-smooth in the absence of any breeze.
"You should talk to Cheol," you murmur.
Soonyoung nods against you. "Okay."
You run your fingers through his hair, feeling the way he relaxes incrementally with each pass, the tension in his shoulders easing degree by degree. The strands are soft, slightly damp from the heat and humidity, and you work your fingers through them slowly, deliberately, the way you know he likes. His scent is still sharp underneath, still carrying that acidic edge that speaks to whatever is happening inside his body, but it levels out now, teakwood baked under sun.
"Better?" you ask softly.
He makes a small sound of agreement, his arm tightening around your waist. "Yeah."
-
Someone knocking on your door pulls you from sleep. You squint at the clock on the nightstand, the blurry numbers telling you it's well past three am. Your bed is warm, blankets tangled around you and the faint smell of Jeonghan lingering from the hoodie of his you have shoved under your pillow. You sit up, rubbing your eyes as you get your bearings.
"Come in," you croak.
Before the door even opens, you know who it is. You can smell Soonyoung before the door fully opens, but when it does, it hits you like a physical force. It's his normal warm, woody smell but there's something new now, something hot and thick and almost overwhelming. It makes your mouth water, omega instincts kicking in, warmth pooling low in your belly.
Soonyoung steps into your room and closes the door behind him with a soft click, and in the dim light filtering through your curtains from the streetlamp outside, you can see that something is very, very wrong. Or right, by the smell of him.
He's shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose sleep pants that hang low on his hips, skin gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat despite how cold the house is at night. You can see the way his chest rises and falls too fast, too shallow. His hair is a mess like he's been pulling at it again, and when he looks at you, his eyes are dark and dilated, pupils blown so wide there's barely any iris left.
"I'm sorry," he says, and his voice is rough, wrecked. "I know it's late."
You push the blankets aside and shift to the edge of your bed, feet finding the cool hardwood floor to stand. "What's wrong?"
His entire body reacts to the sound of your voice. He sways slightly toward you, nostril flaring as he scents you, a shiver rippling through him. You take a step toward him and he makes a pitiful sound, looking entirely at war with himself.
"I feel like I'm burning up," he mumbles. "Feel like I'm going to crawl out of my skin if I don't see you."
"Come here."
It's a command - softly given, but a command none the less. He listens like it's instinctual, crossing the room to you in three strides. You feel the heat radiating off of him when he stops in front of you and you reach up without thinking, pressing your palm to his chest. He's fever-hot under your touch, his heart hammering in his chest.
"You're burning up," you say softly, frowning.
"I know." His hand comes up to cover yours, pressing your palm harder against his chest like he needs the contact, needs the pressure. His eyes close and he takes a shuddering breath. "You smell so good. You always smell good but right now it's maddening."
Something clicks into place in your mind. The aggression. The clinginess. The way his scent has been getting sharper and hotter for days. The fever. The way he's looking at you right now like you're the only thing in the world that matters.
"Soonyoung," you say slowly, carefully. "Are you in rut?"
His eyes snap open, meeting yours, and for a long moment he just stares at you. You can see him processing the question, see the moment the realization hits him. His expression shifts from confusion to understanding to something that looks almost like relief.
"Oh. Um. It does feel like that."
"But it's early, isn't it?" You keep your hand on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat under your palm. "You're not supposed to go into a rut for another few weeks."
"Right." He seems to think about something and he makes a small sound, leaning into your touch. "I've never had an omega in the house though."
"Oh."
"I think having you here made my body kind of freak out and decide it was time even if it wasn't."
You can feel your own body responding to his proximity, to the thick, heady scent of him in rut. Your omega instincts are screaming at you to help, to soothe, to give him what he needs. But more than that, you want to. You want to pull him into your bed, want to feel his fever-hot skin against yours, want to take care of him the way every cell in your body is telling you to.
"Let me help you," you say, and your voice comes out softer than you intended, almost pleading.
His eyes go wide. "What?"
"Let me help you through it." You slide your hand up from his chest to cup his jaw, feeling the way he leans into your touch like he can't help himself. "You don't have to do this alone. You don't have to suffer through it."
"I can't ask you to do that. You haven't been here that long and haven't been through one…"
"It's pretty instinctual. I'll be okay."
He's trembling now, and you can't tell if it's from the fever or from nerves or from the effort of holding himself back. "What if I hurt you? What if I can't control myself?"
"Soonyoung, you won't hurt me."
"You don't know that." But even as he says it, he's leaning closer, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. His breath is hot against your lips, coming in short, uneven pants. "You don't know what it's like. What I'm feeling right now."
"Then take it," you whisper. "Take what you need."
He makes a sound low in his throat, something between a whimper and a growl, and his hands come up to grip your waist. His fingers dig in, not quite hard enough to hurt but firm enough that you can feel the desperation in his touch.
"But what if-"
You cut him off by kissing him.
It's soft at first, just a gentle press of your lips against his to turn off his spinning thoughts, but the moment you make contact, something in him breaks. He makes a desperate sound against your mouth and kisses you back like he's drowning and you're air. His lips are fever-hot and slightly chapped, and he tastes like mint toothpaste and something underneath that's purely him, purely alpha, purely Soonyoung.
His hands tighten on your waist and he pulls you closer, eliminating the last few inches of space between you. Your chest presses against his and you can feel the heat of him even through your thin sleep shirt, can feel the way his heart is racing, can feel the slight tremor in his muscles as he holds himself back from taking more than you're offering.
But you want him to take more. You want him to let go.
You part your lips and he groans, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that makes heat pool low in your belly. The kiss deepens, turns hungry, and you can feel the moment his control starts to slip. His hands slide from your waist to your hips to grip your ass, pulling you flush against him. You can feel him harden against your stomach, the way he's already straining against the low slung sweat pants.
Knowing he wants you this much makes your head spin. You omega preens and you shiver, sucking his tongue into your mouth greedily, driven by a more powerful want than you have ever felt in your life. He responds in kind, walking you backward toward the bed, feet tangling until you're falling backward and he's caging you in.
For a moment, he just hovers over you, his arms bracketing your head, his chest heaving as he stares down at you with those dark, dilated eyes. You reach up and trace his jawline and he leans into the touch, eyes fluttering. You've always thought he had the prettiest eyes, dark and hungry and so full of life. Right now they're burning with something hotter than you've ever seen and it makes you sing.
"You're so beautiful," he says, and his voice is wrecked. "I've wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long."
"Then have me," you whisper. "Take me."
"Okay," he whispers. "Okay."
He kisses you again, slower this time, his lips moving against you with gentle purpose like he's memorizing the shape of your mouth. His hands start to wander, sliding up your sides, pushing your sleep shirt up inch by inch until his palms are pressed against your bare skin.
The contact makes you both gasp. His hands are so hot they're almost burning, and everywhere he touches feels like it's on fire. He explores slowly, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, the dip of your ribs, the soft swell of your breasts.
"Can I?" He asks, twisting a fistfull of your shirt in his hand. You nod and he grins.
He sits back on his heels and helps you pull the shirt over your head, and the moment it's gone, his eyes go even darker. He stares at you like he's never seen anything more beautiful, his gaze tracking over every inch of exposed skin.
"Fuck," he breathes. "You're perfect. You're so fucking perfect."
He leans down and presses a kiss to your collarbone, then another to the swell of your breast, then another to your stomach. His lips are hot and soft, and every place he kisses feels like it's been branded. He works his way down slowly, kissing and licking and occasionally scraping his teeth gently against your skin in a way that makes you arch up into him, his name broken and shaky on your lips.
Soonyoung's sounds are equally as needy, groaning low in his throat in a way that makes your thighs close around his waist, the ache between your legs growing despite the way his hips pin yours to the bed. Friction. You need friction but any thoughts of asking for it vanish from your head when he leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, the heat and wet slide of his tongue making you cry out.
Your hands fly to his hair, threading through the messy strands, holding him against you as he sucks and licks and occasionally scrapes his teeth gently across the sensitive bud. The sensation is overwhelming, almost too much, and you can feel yourself getting wetter with every pass of his tongue.
"So responsive," he murmurs, almost to himself. "So perfect for me."
He gives the same attention to your other breast, his hand coming up to play with the one his mouth just left, and the dual sensation makes your head spin. You're panting now, your hips shifting restlessly against the mattress, seeking friction that you need so badly.
"Soonyoung," you gasp. "Please."
"Please what?" He lifts his head to look at you, and his lips are wet and swollen, his eyes dark with hunger. "Tell me what you need."
"Touch me. Please touch me."
His hand slides down your stomach, his fingers light and maddening. When he reaches the waistband of your shorts, he pauses again, waiting for permission. You lift your hips in answer, and he hooks his fingers into both your shorts and underwear, pulling them down your legs in one smooth motion.
Cool air hits your overheated pussy and you whine. Soonyoung growls in response, looking down where your thighs threaten to shut. He keeps you pressed open, his hands firm on your thighs as he makes an appreciative sound low in his chest, almost a purr.
"You're so wet," he says, his voice rough. "Is this all for me?"
"Yes," you breathe. "All for you."
He stays kneeled there on the bed, his hand tracing down your thigh until he’s sliding his fingers through your sticky, heated folds. He explores slowly, the drag of his fingers making you tremble, thighs twitching until he presses gently against your clit and you let out a high-pitched sound, the contact sending a bloom of warmth spreading through you.
"There?" He asks and you can hear the smile in his voice, smug.
"Yes. Please."
Soonyoung obeys, circling your clit slowly, increasing the pressure as you buck under him. You feel yourself dripping, a wet mess as he plays with you, making little appreciative sounds as his slick fingers work you higher until you're tangling your hands in the bed and writhing under him.
When he slides one finger inside you, you cry out, your hands fisting in the blankets beneath you. It feels good but you want more, immediately asking him for more, mumbling and messy and lightheaded and overwhelmed with the thick scent of him and the heat of his finger pressing against your front wall.
"Yeah?" He asks. "You can take another?"
"Yes. Please. More."
He adds a second finger and the stretch is delicious, perfect. He curls them inside you, searching, and when he finds that spot that makes you see stars, you nearly sob with relief.
"There," you gasp. "Right there. Oh god, Soonyoung, right there."
He works you with single-minded focus, his fingers curling and stroking while his thumb circles your clit, and you can feel yourself getting close, the pleasure building higher and higher until you're teetering right on the edge.
"That's it," he encourages, his voice low and rough. "Come for me. Let me see you come."
You turn your head to the side, pressing it into the mattress as your hips roll toward his hand, letting him fuck his fingers into you until you're coming around them, clamping down hard on his fingers. He moans with you, pumping his fingers through it as you squeeze and squeeze and squeeze, the pleasure so hot you stop breathing for a second.
"Too much," you gasp, and he immediately gentles, his fingers slipping out of you carefully.
He brings his hand to his mouth and sucks his fingers clean, his eyes closing as he hums in delight. You stare at him, panting and sweaty, sheets sticky against your skin as he opens his eyes, the moon reflecting off them.
"Taste so fucking good," he growls. "Bet you taste better from the source, but if I don't fuck you right now I might lose my mind."
"Please," you beg. "Want it so bad."
He makes a desperate sound and reaches for his sleep pants, shoving them down his hips. His cock springs free, hard and flushed and leaking, and the sight of it makes your mouth water. He's thick and throbbing, and you watch like you're hypnotized as he grips himself, stroking slowly a few times as he settles on the bed between your legs.
Soonyoung leans forward, one hand braced beside your head, the other guiding himself to your wet cunt where he pauses, swiping the head of his cock through your slick folds. You whine and he grins, clearly loving the effect he has on you.
"You sure?" He asks after a minute, the head of his cock notching on your entrance but not pushing in. "We can stop."
"I want you," you assure him, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Please, alpha."
Your words have an immediate effect. He shivers, a ripple going through him as he growls low in his throat and presses in. You're wet enough that he slides in smoothly, but you can still feel every inch of him, can feel the way your body has to adjust to accommodate his girth. The drag of him against your walls enough to make you gasp.
"Fuck," he breaths, pressing in until he bottoms out. "You feel incredible. So tight. So perfect." He rolls his hips experimentally, grinding deep, and the pressure against that spot inside you makes you cry out. "Yeah, there it is. I can feel you clenching around me already."
You can feel the fever-heat of his skin, the way his muscles are taut with restraint. His scent wraps around you, that deep teakwood gone sharp and heady with rut, overwhelming your senses until all you can smell is him. It makes your head spin, makes you want to pull him closer, to drown in it.
"Soonyoung," you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Move. Please move."
"Impatient," he says with a grin, but there's heat in his eyes.
He pulls out so slowly that you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock, all the way until just the head of him is inside of you before he snaps his hips forward, driving deep in one smooth thrust, and the sudden fullness makes you cry out. He doesn't give you time to adjust before he's pulling out and driving in again, setting a rhythm that's deep and steady and absolutely devastating. Each thrust hits that perfect spot inside you, sending sparks of pleasure racing up your spine.
"Oh fuck," you groan, going tight around him. "Fuck fuck fuck."
The sounds of the wet slide of him fucking into you fills the room backtracked by his breathing, ragged and uneven as he groans everytime you clench around him. You dig your nails in, scraping down his back to his waist where you urge him faster, your fingers sliding against his sweaty skin.
"That's fucking it," he pants. "Taking my cock so well, huh? Were you made to take it?"
You nod, his words making heat flood through you, making you clench around him involuntarily. He feels it and grins, that cocky, confident smile that makes your heart race.
"You like that?" he asks, his pace never faltering. "Like hearing how perfect you are? How good you feel wrapped around me?"
"Yes," you gasp as he thrusts hard, jostling you up the bed. "Fuck. Yes, Soonyoung."
He shifts the angle slightly, pressing deeper, and suddenly every thrust is dragging against your g-spot with devastating precision. The pleasure builds rapidly, a tight coil of heat low in your belly that winds tighter with each movement. He reaches between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and circling it with just the right speed.
"I can feel you getting close," he says, and there's satisfaction in his voice. "Can feel the way this perfect pussy is clenching. You gonna come for me?"
"Yes!"
You can feel yourself climbing higher, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak, your cunt clenching hard, breath hitching as you start to shake. He drives in harder, finger speeding up until you're standing on the edge of your orgasm, breath held, waiting to dive over.
"Come on," he murmurs, leaning down to nip your heard. "Come for me, baby."
You do, the orgasm hitting you hard. It steals your breath and your entire body locks up as you cry out his name, your pussy clamping down on him. His rhythm stutters immediately as he groans, but he doesn't stop, working you through it until you're shaking and feeling like you're going to come apart again, unsure if your orgasm has stopped or if it's another one starting.
"I can't-"
"You can," he urges, breath hot against your ear. "You're going to give me another one, baby."
He pulls out suddenly, and the loss makes you whimper. But before you can protest, he's flipping you over onto your stomach, his hands gripping your hips and pulling them up.
"On your knees," he commands, and the authority in his voice makes you obey without thinking.
When he slides in from behind, the new angle makes him feel deeper. You can feel him everywhere, the stretch, the fullness, the way he's pressed against every single spot inside of you. His hands grip your hips hard enough to dimple the skin, holding you exactly where he wants you as he fucks you in earnest, hips snapping and bed hitting the wall.
"Fuck, look at you," he groans. "Taking me so deep. You're perfect. So fucking perfect."
One of his hands slides up your spine, pressing between your shoulder blades, and you let yourself collapse forward onto your forearms. The change in angle makes him hit even deeper, makes you cry out with the intensity of it.
"Too much?" he asks, but there's a teasing edge to his voice. He knows it's not too much. He knows you can take it.
"No," you gasp. "More. Please, more."
"Greedy," he says with a laugh, but he gives you what you want.
His pace increases, his thrusts getting harder, faster, and you can feel another orgasm building already. It's different this time, deeper and more intense, starting low in your stomach and spreading outward like fire.
His hand slides around to find your clit again, and the added stimulation makes you sob with pleasure. You're so sensitive, so overwhelmed, but you don't want him to stop. You never want him to stop.
"Come on," he urges, his voice strained now. "Give me another one. Want to feel you come apart on my cock again."
The orgasm builds and builds, the pressure almost unbearable, and when it finally breaks you scream into the pillow. Your whole body shakes with it, your inner walls clenching around him so hard you can feel him groan, can feel the way his rhythm falters.
"Fuck," he gasps. "Fuck, you feel so good."
His hips stutter, his grip on your hips tightening almost painfully, and then he's coming with a groan that sounds like it's torn from his chest. You can feel the heat of him spilling inside you, can feel the pulse of his cock, and the sensation triggers another small aftershock that makes you whimper.
He collapses over you, his chest pressed against your back, his weight pressing you into the mattress. You can feel his heart racing against your spine, can feel the way he's trembling slightly, can feel his breath hot and uneven against your shoulder.
For a second, the two of you lay there like that, hearts pounding in sync, the messy slide of your bodies warm and comforting, his scent blooming around you as the mess between your thighs runs down your legs and onto the mattress. You don't care, going near catatonic as Soonyoung presses closer to your scent gland, his tongue darting out to taste you. It makes you moan and push back into him, wanting more and he laughs.
He shifts slightly, starting to pull out, but you make a sound of protest. "Not yet. Stay."
"I'm crushing you," he points out, but he doesn't move.
"Don't care," you say. "Want to feel you."
He makes a soft sound and settles more comfortably against you, his arms wrapping around your waist. He's still inside you, softening but not pulling out, and there's something intimate about it that makes your chest feel tight.
You lie there in the darkness, your bodies cooling, your breathing gradually evening out. You can feel the way his scent is already starting to shift, still hot and thick with rut, but not quite as sharp, not quite as overwhelming.
"How long do ruts usually last?" you ask quietly.
"Three days, usually. Sometimes four." He presses a kiss to your shoulder. "But I don't know if this one will be normal. Everything about it has been weird so far."
"We'll figure it out," you tell him.
He's quiet for a long moment, and when he speaks again, his voice is soft, vulnerable. "Thank you. For this. For helping me. For not being scared of me."
"I would never be afraid of you."
"Even after the past few days?"
"Especially after the past few days." You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, and even in the dim light, you can see the uncertainty in his eyes. "You were in pre-rut and you were still gentle with me. You were still asking permission. You were still you. That tells me everything I need to know."
He closes his eyes and takes a shuddering breath, and when he opens them again, they're suspiciously bright. "I don't deserve you."
"Shut up," you say, but there's no heat in it. "You deserve everything good. And I'm going to make sure you get it."
He kisses your shoulder, soft and sweet and perfect. When he pulls back, you can hear the smile in his voice.
"Round two?" he asks, and you can already feel him starting to harden again inside you.
You laugh, the sound surprised and delighted. "Already?"
"Rut," he says, rolling his hips experimentally and making you gasp. "Told you it was going to be intense. Think you can keep up?"
"Is that a challenge?"
"Maybe. Think you can handle it?"
"I can handle anything you give me," you tell him, and you mean it.
"Good," he says, his voice dropping to that low, commanding tone that makes heat pool in your belly. "Because I'm not done with you yet. Not even close."
"Prove it."
"Oh, I will," he promises. "We've got all night. And all day tomorrow. And the day after that."
"Good," you tell him, rolling your hips and feeling the way he's already fully hard again inside you. "Because I'm not letting you go."
-
The knock comes around late morning, soft but insistent.
You're half-awake when you hear it, drifting in that comfortable space between sleep and consciousness where everything feels warm and syrupy. Soonyoung is sprawled across your chest, his head tucked under your chin, one arm thrown over your waist. His breathing is deep and even, his body finally relaxed after taking you four more times throughout the night on and off. There's an ache between your legs but it feels good, feels right. Like you're right where you should be, pressed against a member of your pack, scents twisted together.
The knock comes again, a little louder this time.
"Come in," you call quietly, not wanting to startle Soonyoung awake too abruptly.
The door opens and Jeonghan steps inside, cradling bottles of water and bowls of rice and chicken. You realize it's what you both need to sustain yourself through Soonyoung's rut and you're immediately grateful, shooting Jeonghan a tired smile. He smirks in response, trailing toward where you and Soonyoung are tangled on the bed.
Soonyoung senses Jeonghan's presence, eyes snapping open. He's up on his elbows in an instant, his body going rigid, and a low growl rumbles from deep in his chest. His lips pull back from his teeth in a snarl that's pure territorial aggression, his pupils dilating as he positions himself between you and Jeonghan like a shield.
Jeonghan doesn't even flinch. Instead, he sets the food and water down on the dresser and turns to Soonyoung, face calm and placid before his face shifts, lips pulling back to bare his teeth at Soonyoung in kind. There's no anger in it, but rather a reminder to Soonyoung that Jeonghan is number two in this pack and Soonyoung's senior and he is not intimidated.
Soonyoung's growl falters. You can feel the moment he recognizes the dynamic, the moment his rut-addled brain processes the hierarchy and accepts it. His teeth retract, his lips closing over them, and he settles back down slightly, though his arm never leaves your waist.
"Keep the teeth away," Jeonghan snorts, walking toward the door. "Congrats on finally figuring it out. You cannot imagine the relief I felt seeing you crawl up here last night."
He turns and exits the room without another word, closing the door quietly behind him.
For a moment, there's silence. You can feel Soonyoung's heart still racing, but his anger is immediately replaced with a sheepish laugh and him awkwardly scratching the back of his head, looking at you.
"Sorry," he laughs. "I've never done that before."
"It's okay," you tell him, reaching back to run your fingers through his hair. "It was cute."
"Cute?" He scoffs. "I'm not cute. I'm tough. I have teeth."
"Uh huh." You lay back on the bed, looking up at him, grinning. "Use those big teeth on me then."
"Yeah?" he asks, his voice dropping to something low and hungry. "You want me to?"
"Yes."
That's all the invitation he needs. He moves fast, rolling you onto your back and pinning you to the mattress in one fluid motion. His hands find your wrists, pressing them gently but firmly into the pillows on either side of your head. His body settles over yours, his weight pressing you down into the bed, and you can feel him already hardening against your thigh.
His teeth find the sensitive skin of your neck, just below your ear, and he bites down gently, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough that you feel it, hard enough that it sends a spike of heat straight through you. He works his way down your neck, marking you with his teeth, and every bite is followed by a soothing lick of his tongue.
"I'll show you teeth," he mutters, scraping them over the curve of your breast.
You grin, arching into him, finally feeling settled and feeling home.
pairings: seungcheol x reader (established relationship)
genre: smut, pwp (I'm actually surprised bc I think REMIND ME is the only other one like that) minors dni.
wc: +4.9K
summary: he comes home to find out you're ready to try something new in bed, and you spend the rest of the night letting him use you however he wants.
cw: dom! cheol (i think I wrote him pretty soft for the most part. I can't help it lol), dry humping, anal play, use of a plug, spanking, little degradation, pussy slapping, spitting, brief oral (f.receiving), unprotected sex (don't be like them irl), no mentions of birth control, kinda rough sex, creampies, oral (m. receiving), face fucking, cum swallowing, anal sex, anal creampie. lots of cum. we said fuck a refractory time in here and they went at it several times.
a/n:+0.4k words in for cuteness then it's pure filth we wilding again. the summary is very straight to the point. Mind the content warnings if this is not up your alley. you choose if you keep reading or not so don't look at me. y'all believe it or not I'm a fluff girl at heart I just like to try and write new/different things and this is quite different from what I've written before. I think. Si lo pienso mucho I ain't going to post it so as soon as it was done here you go! Forgive me if there's any typos and any kind of feedback is very much appreciated always! horny reading! I mean, happy reading! I mean-. - chérie 🍒 <3
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You hear the front door open, how he slowly toes his shoes off letting them drop haphazardly on the entryway. Weariness weighs down his already heavy footsteps as he makes the familiar way towards your shared bedroom, already searching for you like it's a need. If someone brought it up, he'd tell them that's exactly what it is.
Once he pushes the door open, you watch as his shoulders completely sag now, relaxing at the sight of you sitting on your side of the bed all cozy and inviting, a book in your hands and looking ready to sleep. You look up, giving him that soft smile you only have for him, while he lets himself fall backwards into bed, his head next to your thigh, and lets out a loud groan because he has to be a little dramatic. That earns him a small laugh from you, and that finally gets him to smile, eyes closing as he relishes in the sound.
You can't bring yourself to scold him about the fact that he's still on his work clothes, so you let it slide this one time. "Hi."
"Hi, baby."
You put your book down on top of your bedside table, then reach over to brush a hand through the soft strands of his hair, smiling again as a sound akin to a purr comes from his throat when you scratch his scalp lovingly. He loves when you do that, he could fall asleep right there with you playing with his hair. "How was work?"
"Terrible." he doesn't miss a beat to answer flatly and you laugh. When you ask him why, he's answering, "You weren't there." making your heart do that treacherous leap it always does from his words.
"Did you have anything to eat? I can heat up dinner for you."
"It's okay baby," He begins while you watch him begin to undo the collar of his shirt, fingers curling around the fabric of his tie and pulling to loosen it, "I grabbed something already. Thank you." Then follows the clink of his belt buckle, opening the clasp before he unbuttons his pants, unzips them and raises his hips slightly so they slide down a little, sighing in relief after spending all day in them.
You know he's not even trying to, but to you he's just effortlessly attractive. The small actions have you unconsciously squirming again. Thankfully, he can't see you from his position.
"Tired?" you're smiling again, only for the fact of him being with you, still brushing your hand through his hair and watching his relaxed features, his long eyelashes fluttering every time you go to repeat the motion. He hums.
Then, without thinking things through, you're asking again with a voice too high pitched, tentative, "Too tired?" because now there's no way you're getting out of it.
One of his eyebrows quirks up, questioning, before he's squinting his eyes open. "Why'd you ask?"
"Nothing." It's too late to backtrack and you should know better already.
As if on cue, there come Seungcheol's next words as he sits up. "Baby, you know I hate it when you're not talking to me." They're dangerous, and they affect you every time, dark eyes seizing you up with calm authority.
"Cheol, you said it. You're tired." you say, further shying away.
Seungcheol catches the way you're squirming. He thinks back to how you sounded on the phone when he told you something at work had came up last minute and he'd have to stay until later, again, after he'd told you he'd be home early today. It's his fault, really. He's biting on his lip, noticing how your body reacts to him despite yourself. But you're making it difficult for no reason because you're not speaking up. If you did, he'd give you what you want.
He grabs your chin, firm, so you have no choice but to face him. Your gaze is still downcast before you gather the courage to meet his eyes, and then he can feel the way your face grow hot as a blush creeps up to your cheeks. "You know I'm never tired for you. Speak to me, baby. What is it?"
You're convinced now that you are pathetic when a whine almost escapes you. There's something about him, that forceful yet gentle way of his that gets you right where he wants you. "I thought we could- I was thinking you'd like it."
Seungcheol keeps his undivided attention on you, patiently waiting for you to finish. "Remember that conversation we had?… About trying something new? In bed?"
"Yeah. You told me you'd think about it." He nods, encouraging you to keep going.
"I'm ready to do it. I wanted- I wanted to surprise you."
It takes a moment for Seungcheol to process your words because you're sitting here in front of him all shy telling him you're ready for him to take you like that. His cock twitches, beginning to stir in his boxers briefs.
"Fuck." He breathes out, "You sure?"
You nod, but you're quick to correct yourself and speak up, "Yes."
"I don't want you to do it just to please me." He checks up one last time, "I want you to want it."
"I want to. Want to make you feel good."
And that's all he needs,
"Get on your hands and knees, baby."
He takes his time, humming appreciatively as you move to follow his command while he stands up, shrugs his suit jacket off, unclasping his watch from his wrist next before placing it on the nightstand. He opens one the drawers and closes it once he finds what he needs.
You feel the bed dip under his weight once he settles on his knees behind you and you squirm, pushing your hips back to his front. It's a slip up on your part, showing your impatience, but he lets you get away with it. And he's the one rolling his hips against your behind, just the feeling of his hard on through your clothes making you bite down on your lip in a failed attempt to hold back a whine. He keeps up with his tantalizing movements, enjoying the way they undo you, and you're already so lost in them you do whine now once he stops to push those flimsy sleeping shorts of yours down. There's a damp spot already in them from your ruined panties. "You know how much I love these. Put them on for me?"
"Yes." your answer comes followed by a whimper when he starts brushing his thick fingers over your clothed core.
"And what? You weren't going to say anything and go to bed all needy like this?" He tuts disapprovingly. You're not sure if he means it for you or for himself because of what he says next, "What would that say about me?" He can't have you or anyone else for that matter believing he doesn't take care of you.
He's pulling your panties down too, watches as they stick to your cunt before they're out of the way, "Made my baby wait when she needed me." pressing his knees to the side of yours for you to spread your legs open further.
Then Seungcheol's cursing as he stares, eyes blown wide. He knows that next time they ask him to stay back he'd tell everyone to fuck off. There snug between your asscheeks rests the jeweled base of a cute little plug stretching your little tight hole. Your puffy lips are shiny, sticking together with your slick and when you clench around nothing, he watches as the plug bobs slightly. "Look at you." your face burns, feeling so exposed while his big hands spread your cheeks further, eyeing you so intensely. "I'm here now, baby. I'll make it feel good."
One of his hands then moves to brush over your back, pressing down slightly making you arch for him so you're face down, ass up. There's some movement behind you as he reaches for something he placed by your side on the bed, the cap of a bottle popping open, before you feel the cool liquid hit your skin, sliding down between your asscheeks.
He begins to pull on the little plug slowly before slipping it back in. The lube causes it to make a filthy, squelching noise every time he repeats the motion, and you become acutely aware of how empty your pussy feels, slick oozing from your weeping hole just from the stimulation in your asshole and dripping onto the bedsheets. "So pretty" Seungcheol says, entranced by how it tries to suck it back in every time he tries to pull it out. "How was it, baby?"
You can barely answer him, high pitched whines are coming non stop from your mouth, a line of drool spilling down from the corner of your lips onto the bed.
Honestly, you'd been surprised the first time he brought the topic up. You didn't take him to be into it. Of course you'd listened to him. He's your partner, and him being comfortable with you to voice the things he liked and wanted to try with you made you so happy. However, you weren't so sure about this one. You trusted him, felt safe with him, so instead of shutting him down completely you'd told him you'd think about it. Evidently now, you decided to give it a try in the end.
Earlier during the evening while you got ready, you felt this mix of nerves and excitement. Naturally, at first it had felt weird, the foreign sensation it brought to have something going into your tight hole. But the more you relaxed, the more you thought about his cock stretching you open instead, you could feel yourself growing wetter.
A stinging feeling on your skin brought you out of your thoughts. Seungcheol's palm came down hard to strike your ass, reminding you that he was speaking to you. You whimpered as he kneaded the reddening flesh soothingly afterwards. "Felt so good. Mm! Feels so much better now that it's you."
"Yeah? You like it? Like it when I play with your little tight hole?"
The next slap makes contact with your pussy making you yelp at the unexpected action. "Hear how wet you're getting just from me playing with your ass?"
You can in fact hear it when he brings his hand back down, easing the sting when he moves his hand from side to side to spread around the wet mess your pussy's making. "Filthy girl."
You whine in protest once he stops, but his hands on your inner thighs keep you in place for him to lean down. He's spitting on your drooling cunt before he licks a long, languid stripe up your slit. "Oh my God!" you scream his name when he begins to eat you out from the back.
Your thighs shake, and you can't bring yourself to feel mortified about the loud, slurping sounds he's making while he keeps mouthing sloppily at your cunt covering it in his spit. Instead, you're pushing back onto his face so he stays buried there. Seungcheol doesn't seem to mind, muffled moans vibrating against you. He's always known how to work you up to satiate your needs, but if you knew how he'd be like by you agreeing to this you would've done so much more sooner. It's like something in him snapped. Like he means to ruin you completely tonight.
Seungcheol pulls away, going back to tease your tight hole with the plug after getting a taste. He watches as your greedy cunt clenches pitifully around nothing but he waits; he knows it won't take long until you're begging for it. He snakes a hand around your front, starting to draw rough circles on your clit. "Think you can cum just like this?"
You all but sob. It feels like too much but not enough at the same time. You shake your head, "Need you inside me. Please fuck me, Cheollie."
He smiles, pleased and a little taunting once he notices you squirming again at the rustle of fabric while he pushes his pants and underwear down. His cock springs free, heavy and leaking, and he groans when he closes his hand around it giving it a few wet strokes. He catches you looking back at him from over your shoulder, whining at the sight of him touching himself with his lip caught between his teeth and half lidded eyes. You wiggle your ass at him, trying to urge him on to give you what you want but he ignores you; it's on his timing, not yours.
Finally, when the flushed, blunt tip is pressing into your entrance all thought leaves your mind. Your mouth opens, tongue lolling out and eyes crossing in a lewd expression. He stares between your face and where he feels his cock starting to stretch you open, how your tight pussy spasms trying to suck him in. It drags deliciously against your walls, hitting all the right spots. Usually, he takes his time to prep you for him, for his size, but right now you're both too desperate to go through it properly. Still, you're so wet he pushes in in one smooth thrust. He curses, "You're drenching me."
Because you're cumming, mouth open in a silent moan as your body shudders. He realizes what's happening, screwing his eyes shut at how your pussy squeezes him, fluttering rhythmically. "Fuck, you were that desperate to cum? Is this what you needed? Needed to be full of a hard cock?"
And he doesn't fight it once he's cumming too, letting out a throaty, drawn out groan from the way you're milking him, hips moving in a slow grind against your ass, not wanting to leave your warmth as he empties his heavy balls releasing a big, hot load of his cum inside you. He sighs, satisfied. "Really needed that, baby."
You don't answer, or can't, a pleasant buzz humming lowly through your limbs from your release. You whimper once he pulls out so soon again. Thick globs of his hot cum follow his cock dribbling out of your hole and down to your panties that are still pushed down your legs, onto the bed, dripping down your thighs.
But he doesn't leave you empty for long. He's still hard, twitching for the attention your pussy's going to give him. Without warning, he's guiding his cock back inside you. Once the tip nudges your entrance, he watches the sloppy ring of his cum that begins to form around him, seeping out from your already used cunt to make room for him. He slides all the way in, then he's pulling back out completely before doing so again, harder this time. Your surprised gasp turns into moans as he repeats the motion one more time before he starts giving you the fucking you deserve.
"You wanted my cock, right? So now you take it." He says between breaths. Big hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back to meet each of his hard thrusts.
"Yes!" you keen, "Want you. Want my pussy full of your big cock, want your cum." Your sentence comes out airy, sentences clipped as your body jostles with the force of his cock plunging into you. You've got his dick wet, shiny with the excess of your slick and his cum leaking around him before it disappears back into you, some of it spraying down into the sheets. The squelching sounds are purely obscene filling the room along the smacking of his hips against your asscheeks.
"This was more for you, wasn't it? Wanted me to use all your holes, hm?" And his fingers come to push down on the plug keeping your ass open.
You can feel your orgasm building so fast you fear you might pass out. You wouldn't be able to stay upright anymore if it wasn't for Seungcheol's bruising grip, hands pressing down on your stomach. Your thighs are trembling, long since your arms gave up, now having your face mushed into the pillows. However, you're still trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock because you can't get enough. His hands are feeling you up everywhere when he leans over your body, mapping your waist, sneaking under your tee shirt to cup your tits.
Then his thrusts become more desperate at the telltale signs of you cumming, picking up their pace before his hips stutter, movements rigid as he slams into you a couple more times with force, and stilling deep inside as he stuffs you full of his cum for the second time. "Fuck. Love this pretty pussy so much."
His chest rises and falls heavily as he tries to catch his breath. He doesn't make it to move right away, hands massaging your sides tenderly.
"So messy." Is what he says once he does, strings of your slick connecting from his cock to your abused cunt. You both turned into a needy, desperate, sweaty mess. You didn't even finish undressing, the bottom of his white button up shirt damp with your release, sticking to his skin, as well as the upper half of his work pants that are still hugging his thighs, the black fabric having turned even darker. Droplets of sweat roll from his hairline down his temple, his face feels sticky with remnants of you slick from when he'd buried his face between your thighs, his lips swollen from biting down on them.
And you? You're completely satiated now, eyes closed while tiny hums and whimpers break the silence, with a slight twitch of your body as you feel more of his warm cum dribbling from your spasming pussy, coating your puffy lips. Messy. Just how he likes it.
"We can stop for tonight, baby." Seungcheol speaks up after a moment, hands still tracing your body with soft caresses before he guides you to lie down in bed, pulling your soiled underwear the rest of the way down your legs. He doesn't want to make you go through too much at once.
You shake your head, teeth gnawing at your lip as you look up at him, "I want to do it." you repeat your words from before. "If you want to. I can take it."
Do you even know what you're doing to him? Of course he wants to. "You're really sure?"
"Yeah." You move up to kneel on the bed and nudge him softly so he sits at the edge of it, then smile at him. "But I should clean you up first."
You're climbing off the bed to kneel in front of him, being a little clumsy as you do since your legs still feel like jelly. Seungcheol speaks up, telling you to be careful as he stares down at you affectionately; you're the same, staring up at him like he holds the entire world for you, hands on your thighs. "Such a good girl for me." One of his hands cups your cheek, thumb brushing your plump lips. You revel in his praise taking his finger into your mouth and sucking. He groans.
"Don't tease." You release his finger from your mouth with a pop and smile but you obey, letting him guide your face towards his cock.
He keeps his hand on your head, gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail while you rest your hands on his thighs. Mouth open wide, you take his cock, sitting heavy on your tongue. Your pretty lips stretch to the limit around his girth as he slowly pushes in until he hits the back of your throat,your face nuzzled against his pelvis. Your lashes begin to dampen as tears gather in your eyes. He gives you a moment before he starts guiding your movements pushing his cock in and out of your mouth.
You can't help but think of the picture you're painting: Seungcheol with his head thrown back letting out those deep groans with your hair gathered in his hand, using it to pull your mouth up and down his cock. Meanwhile you're kneeling between this thick thighs, his cock hanging out of his pants as he fucks your face. The fact that you're wearing only one of his tee shirts, and with the way you're leaning forwards it rides up the curve of your ass. The sticky mess he left between your legs peeking from below it. You're his and he's making sure to claim you once again.
You moan around his length as he keeps bullying it down your throat, he's gotten so lost in it he's taken a rougher pace. When he catches himself, he slows to a stop, cursing while looking down at your pretty face streaked with tears. "Fuck, baby. I'm sorry. You okay?" he wipes them away, then at your spit covered lips.
You nod taking the moment to catch your breath before you let out a raspy, "I'm okay." sending him a smile and brushing your hands over his clothed thighs soothingly to reassure him that you really are.
You wrap one of your hands around his cock as best as you can; the tips of your fingers don't touch. He hisses as you begin to tug at it, your movements just how he likes it, steady and with a slight twist of your wrist as it comes up, thumb brushing the angry, leaking tip. That's before you let the spit you've gathered in your mouth drip down onto it and you take it back into your mouth. Well, it's not sure if you mean to clean him up or make a further mess out of him. "Fucking hell." he groans through his teeth, trying not to lose himself again to the feeling of it and buck his hips up. "You're so good at this. That pretty mouth of yours was made to suck my cock, hm?"
Your answer comes as another moan, in the way you rub your thighs together. Taking him down your throat and swallowing, when you come up again to breathe, you tell him, "Want you to cum in my mouth, Cheollie." sticking your tongue out, tapping the tip of his cock against it while your hand keeps working around him.
"Yeah? That's what you want?" He pants, smirking down at you, eyes half lidded, "You'll be a good girl and swallow it?"
"I'm your good girl." you nod.
"That's right. Open up, baby" You do as he says, hand continuing to stroke him. He puckers his lips, his spit falling into your awaiting mouth. He groans, watching you, "Now I'm going to cum down your throat."
You let him guide you again, holding you in place as he thrusts a few more times into your mouth before he stills, his cock throbbing and moans falling from his lips as he cums, your bruised throat working around him to swallow every last drop.
He praises and hums in approval when you pull away and open your mouth to show him. Staying there, your head now resting on his thigh, his hand carding through your hair while you both catch your breaths.
"You ready baby?"
You nod, feeling your nerves return just slightly because you're really doing this now. "Yes."
Seungcheol smiles at you softly, offering his hands for you to take and helps you climb back into bed. You position yourself on your knees and bending down on your forearms, arching prettily for him again.
"You're comfortable like this?" He makes sure to ask again even as he comes to stand behind you, big hands kneading the supple skin. Truly, this is how he pictured it; taking you from the back, your round ass bouncing with his every thrust, but he wants you to enjoy it too. So he doesn't make a move until you voice that you are.
You gasp when you feel him pull on the plug to take it off, or so you think because he thrusts it back in, teasing you again like he couldn't help himself, stopping when you whine his name.
"Try to relax for me, okay?" It's his way to let you know. He grabs the bottle of lube again, squirts a generous amount and spreads it around you puckered hole, before covering his already spit covered cock in some. Then he starts to push in, slowly.
Immediately, you feel the burning stretch that can only come from taking him, what the plug wasn't able to do. Seungcheol's jaw goes slack, eyes screwed shut, "Fuck, fu- It's so tight."
You're fisting the sheets in your hands so tightly, and he can only think of describing the sounds you're making like exactly what's happening, like you're letting him fuck your ass. His eyes roll back into his skull.
"It hurts." you whine, tears pricking in your eyes, squeezing them shut.
"Fuck," he pants, stilling, his breaths already picking up "Okay baby, we're stopping-"
"No!" you whimper, "It feels-" It feels weird and it hurts but that's not all of it. "You're so big- I don't think it fits."
"You don't have to take all of it." He soothes, beginning to pull out, thrusting slowly, shallowly, just a little more than his tip for you to get used to it. "Just like that, yeah?" He keeps going, your smalls sobs subsiding and being replaced by your sighs and moans, "Feels better?"
You can't see it, but you can hear it in his voice, feel it in the way his fingertips are digging into your hips, the skin around them turning white like he's holding on for his life. He's wrecked. Because you're squeezing his cock so tight he can barely breathe but it feels so good, and the sounds you're making are driving him crazy. It had taken him all of his efforts just to not cum the moment he was inside.
You get lost in the feeling as pain dissolves into pleasure, beginning to push back to meet his thrusts eagerly and Seungcheol's so out of it he fails to stop you before you're taking all of his cock into your little tight hole.
A sound like a choked moan comes from Seungcheol's throat, his abs tensing. He's inadvertently leaning forward and pressing his body into yours. But the moan you let out he was sure it belonged to an adult tape. At this point he's somehow holding both you and himself upright, your upper body slumping further into the mattress. "Good God- It's okay, baby. Fuck," he heaves out only to clench his teeth with another groan, "See? It fits."
"You're doing so good." He keeps praising, telling you reassuring words. He watches the way you're squeezing his girth as he begins to pull out, almost all the way out before he slowly thrusts back in deep, a sticky sound following the action. You cry out, the sound muffled by the sheets, "You're taking all of it."
He keeps going at a slow pace, the room filled with the filthy noises of him filling you up, his hips smacking against your asscheeks, the warmth emanating from his body pressed to the back of your legs, and eventually, your needy moans as you get used to the feeling of him stretching your tight little ass.
Your orgasm catches you by surprise and so it catches Seungcheol when you're gushing into the sheets. "Did you just-? Fuck!" Your sopping pussy pulsates, pathetically empty, while your tight hole squeezes Seungcheol's cock. He lets out another of those pretty moans, loud, before he looses any bit of restraint he has left, replaced by a sense of urgency, "I need to move, baby- I need-" It's the warning you get then he's snapping his hips roughly, fucking into you harder. Your moans turn louder, clipped before you lose the ability to make any noise. "I'm going to cum. Fuck, gonna cum-"
With one deep, final thrust, Seungcheol's orgasm crashes down hard on him, stilling as his cock throbs and you milk him dry.
He's still catching his breath when he pulls out, leaving your tight hole gaping with his cum bubbling out of it and dripping down. You both collapse into bed.
Seungcheol's chuckles fill the air, sounding a little delirious after the intensity of it all. Then he's reaching for you, gently wrapping his arms around you and leaving kisses at the top of your head. "How are you feeling, baby?"
Your breaths are still coming a little quick, and you're spent, eyelids drooping but you still lean back enough to see him , "Sore." you complain, "But I… I liked it. Was it like you thought about?" you add shyly.
A tired smile makes way on his face, still adorned with a blush, "Better. You were perfect." He leaves another kiss on your temple. "Thank you for tonight." He's happy that you trusted him, that you also got pleasure from wanting to make him feel good.
Now, you're in dire need of cleaning up. Seungcheol makes it to move both of you to get up. You let out a pained whine, making him immediately still and look down at you with concern, "Sure you're okay?"
"Yeah just," you hiss as you move slowly and he's there ready to help you. "I don't think I'd be able to sit or walk straight for a few days."
"Oh." Then, because he can't help himself, he's saying with a bashful smile, "Yeah, you're probably going to walk like you had something up your ass."
You smack his chest while he laughs, dodging another smack and pressing a quick kiss to your lips instead, before he leaves to get the shower running so he can come back for you and help you clean up. Later he can cuddle with you until you both fall asleep after all the work you got done.
♡ pairing: neighbor!jihoon x afab!reader
♡ theme: smut [18+ mdni]♡ wc: 7k
♡ warnings: sub!reader, but also subby!jihoon, size kink, praise kink, auralism/ecouteurism, masturbation (m. & f.), oral (m. & f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (do not do this), cum swallowing, creampie, cockwarming, dacryphilia, size kink, hair pulling, gagging, missionary, 69, nipple play/boob worship, multiple orgasms, sex toys, mild alcohol consumption, did i mention size kink, lil fluff at the end
♡ a/n: i abandoned this fic at least five times lmao but then one night at like 2am the brain rot took over and here we are! tysm to @wonwovy for beta reading, @shinysobi for the title suggestion, and @miniseokminnies for help w the photos <3
When you moved into your new condo, you were pretty sure you hit the jackpot. At first, you were a bit suspicious - how could the rent be so low in this part of town, with such a nice building? But for two months after you moved in, you’ve had no problems. Sure, the shower head is a bit leaky sometimes, and you could use a bit more storage space, but overall - no complaints. As an added bonus the unit next to you was vacant - aka, peace and quiet. Perfection.
That vacancy didn't last forever, though. Two months in, and you found yourself with a new neighbor. You haven't had a chance to properly introduce yourself to him yet, but from the brief glimpses of him you've gotten he seems nice. You suspect he's around your age, a bit quiet, definitely keeps to himself but has been very polite in passing. And while he's not exactly your type, you do admit he is pretty cute. So, nothing wrong with him.
You did, however, quickly discover two major problems. One, it turns out the walls are paper fucking thin. And two - to make matters worse - his bedroom is apparently right on the other side of yours, sharing a wall. And you can hear everything.
By the sounds of it, the guy is single. You never hear any other voices, just his - soft moans emanating through the sad excuse for a wall, gradually getting louder, culminating in a symphony of unholy noises. You've never heard a man be so… vocal before.
At first, you just try to ignore it. Obviously, he's doing nothing wrong - this is simply a consequence of shared living spaces. So you do your best to mind your business.
Easier said than done.
A week passes. You still haven't had a chance to actually say hi to your new neighbor, but you already feel like you've become intimately acquainted with him. It feels a bit… wrong. This is very clearly a one-sided situation. You don't even know the guy’s name for fuck’s sake. Yet, each time, a sharp aching sensation forms a pit in your stomach. You find yourself fantasizing about him - wishing you could be on the other side of the wall, wishing you were the one responsible for the sounds being produced.
You've gone and fallen for a complete stranger - or at least, the idea of him. Fucking great.
You just need to actually meet him, you tell yourself. He could be a complete asshole. Or maybe just not your type at all. Once you say hi, you'll get over this silly little fantasy in no time.
I’ll make sure to run into him tomorrow, you determine. You go to bed, content with your plan.
Not five minutes after you crawl under the covers, you start to hear faint groans.
You reach for your airpods, but they're not on your nightstand. You must have left them in the other room.
It’s fine, you decide. It’ll be over soon enough.
But tonight, apparently, he is taking his sweet time.
You stuff your head under the pillows, trying to drown out the sensual sounds, but the moaning persists. Even muffled it’s loud - and it only gets worse as the minutes pass.
Just when you think he’s about to finish, the sounds cease. Thank god, you think as you roll over, ready to finally get some sleep.
But a minute later he starts up again. Slowly at first, once again taking his time, increasing his speed at an excruciatingly slow pace. Eventually his breaths grow shorter, his groaning louder. Then, he stops.
As if he set out to torment you tonight, he begins once more.
You lay there, eyes closed, unmoving, breathing deeply, trying to ignore the aching between your legs. But it's impossible.
The third time around, he's clearly very on edge. His moans turn loud, whiny, pathetic. It's probably the hottest thing you've ever heard.
Don’t do it don't do it don't do it…
As if your arm has gained a mind of its own, your hand slides beneath the fabric of your underwear. You gasp as your fingers slip between your folds - you're fucking wet.
Your already-throbbing bud pulsates between your fingers. Slowly, you begin to rub your clit. The sensation is immediately overwhelming; the uninhibited cries of pleasure emanating from the other side of the wall are enough to send you over the edge. Just when you think you can't take another moment of this, he cums. And so do you.
Your free hand clasps over your mouth just in time. You try as hard as you possibly can to stay silent - but you want to scream. You writhe against the sheets to the sound of his release, riding out your orgasm on your fingertips. Muffled cries escape despite your efforts - but are lost amidst the man’s sea of moans. You cum long and hard, savoring every last moment of your high.
As you start to come down, you sink into your mattress, body spent, mind drifting off. Your neighbor seems to have exhausted himself too - the only sounds carrying through the wall now being that of deep breaths.
So much for running into him tomorrow.
You flop over onto your side, shoving the thought away - but you know even if you try, you can't avoid him forever.
You just pray to god he didn't hear you.
Of course, after a week without any encounters, you manage to run into him the very next day.
Upon returning from the grocery store, you head to your building’s elevator. The doors are closing as you approach, so you figure you'll just take the next one - but the occupant holds the door for you.
“Thank you,” you say cheerfully, but as you step inside your stomach drops. You are face to face with your new neighbor.
“You’re welcome,” he replies, making direct eye contact with you. You want to disappear into the walls, but you maintain your composure. The button for your floor is already lit up, so he presses the close door button.
“I believe I just moved into the unit next to yours,” he says as you set your heavy bags on the floor. “I've seen you around but haven't had a chance to introduce myself. I’m Jihoon.”
He extends his hand out to you. You instantly regret setting your bags down.
You smile calmly, hoping he doesn't notice how flustered you are. But as you slide your hand into his, your heart rate rises. It doesn't help that he has really nice hands - large, warm, with fingers long and graceful, and a nice strong grip against your own hand. Your mind flashes back to the events of last night, picturing what those hands were doing…
Stop it.
“I’m y/n,” you reply with a smile, trying to be as normal as possible. “Nice to meet you.”
You withdraw your hand from his grasp as he lets go - nonchalantly, but with haste. Any longer and your palms would have probably started sweating.
“So, how are you liking it here so far?” you ask casually.
“So far so good,” he replies. “I'm honestly surprised that I was able to find anything in this part of town for such a good deal. Nice and quiet here too.”
Quiet.
You fear your suspicions are correct: he has no idea he's been putting on a nightly show for you.
The elevator gives a soft ding as it comes to a stop. You reach down to grab your bags as the door opens.
“Can I help you with that?”
“Oh, uh… sure.”
He picks up the heavy bags with ease. You could tell that he’s a muscular guy, but up close he looks straight up beefy. It doesn't help that the tight shirt he's wearing hugs all his muscles perfectly, his biceps nearly bursting out of his sleeves. You force yourself to look away before you start fucking drooling.
He delivers the bags to your front door. He returns them to you with care, making sure you have a firm grip on the handles before letting go. His hand lingers upon yours momentarily - the lightest brush of his fingertips against yours enough for your insides to do a somersault.
“Thanks again,” you tell him, making the mistake of direct eye contact again.
“Of course,” Jihoon replies warmly. “See you around.”
You flash him a smile, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. “Bye!!” you blurt abruptly as you unlock your front door, hurrying inside. You want to turn around, get one more good look at him - but you shut the door behind you.
Your head spins as you put your groceries away. You're so wrapped up in your imagination that you nearly put the milk in the cabinet. But you can't stop daydreaming about what those muscles look like underneath his shirt.
You finish up and head into your bedroom. A nice hot shower should clear your mind. Not two seconds after taking off your shirt, you freeze. The familiar sounds from next door have begun yet again.
You stand there, half horrified, half horny. Surely it's nothing more than coincidence that your neighbor got home and started jacking off minutes after having a conversation with you. He was probably gonna do that anyway, you try to convince yourself. You're just having main character syndrome right now, this has nothing to do with you.
But your gut is telling you otherwise.
Mindlessly your fingers drift to your bra clasp, removing the garment. Taking your breast in one hand you stroke your thumb over your nipple, already hard from sudden exposure to the cool air of your room. You let yourself stand there for a minute, listening to Jihoon’s soft moans, imagining you could see him through the wall, slowly stroking his cock in his hands.
You feel guilty, ashamed, but the aching in your cunt overpowers any sense of remorse. Your hand makes its way into your pants, your fingers gliding through your folds, slipping easily into your soaked pussy. You wince silently, stifling the moans desperately trying to escape you. Slowly, you begin to fuck yourself. You can't help but think about how it would feel if it were Jihoon’s fingers inside you instead.
You stand there for a couple minutes, your clit throbbing against the motion of your palm - threatening to make you scream and cum.
You can't let him hear you, you keep telling yourself. But part of you almost wants him to hear you. You picture him getting so turned on hearing your cries of pleasure that he cums instantly, all over himself, making a huge mess that you would love nothing more than to help clean up.
You feel your climax rapidly approaching. You cease moving your fingers, but let them remain resting inside you. You try to calm yourself down, taking deep breaths to slow your pounding heart, but just as your head starts to clear you hear a sudden swell of orgasmic sounds from through the wall. As if by reflex your hand moves again. Your body tremors at the pressure against your overstimulated clit - you cum in silence, forcing your cries back inside you as . You ride out your high, and so does Jihoon, his moans slowly softening as he comes back down.
Heart pounding, you slowly remove your fingers from your cunt. Your hand is soaked; you find yourself wishing it was Jihoon's face instead, glistening with your juices after eating you out, making you cum an unreasonable amount of times.
You sigh. You know this should all feel wrong. But why does it feel so good then?
A strange combination of feelings overtake your body: tingling bliss from your orgasm, guilt from the reason for your orgasm, an overpowering yearning for the touch of essentially an entire stranger.
You strip the remainder of your clothes off and proceed to take a very long, very hot shower.
You wake up the next morning stupidly horny.
It didn’t help that you had a dream about Jihoon. In it, you were standing in his bedroom, watching him masturbate to the sight of you. His cries echoing through your subconscious, the pathetic look on this face as he came all over himself - it’s not surprising you woke up to a puddle between your legs.
You pause, listening to see if you can hear your neighbor next door, but you hear nothing. You reach into your nightstand, pulling out your favorite vibrator. The purple device rumbles in your hand as you turn it on. For a vibrator, it’s pretty quiet, but with your stupid thin walls you know it would be perfectly audible from the other side. You think Jihoon isn’t around - surely you would hear him if he were - but even if he is, you truly don’t even care anymore. You position the toy lightly upon your clit - even through the fabric of your underwear, its powerful vibrations instantly feel amazing. A soft groan escapes your lips before you can stop it. Your hips begin to move lightly at the stimulation - the pressure of the vibrator’s end causing your wetness to stick to your panties. You attempt to restrain your moaning, but before long you cease resisting. It feels too good. Your orgasm quickly builds in your gut, making you whimper as you squirm against your pillow, its intensity growing and growing until - you cum. The fire of your release burns through your body, your cries filling the air without abandon. Deep breaths fill your lungs as you come down, soft gasps emanating from your lips as you turn the toy off and toss it aside.
A series of thunks echo from through the wall, followed by a hushed “shit”.
It sounds like somebody dropping a phone or something, but whatever it is - turns out your neighbor was home after all. Whoops.
In your post-orgasm bliss you begin to drift back to sleep. You don’t know what you’re going to do now next time you run into Jihoon, but that’s a problem for later.
You end up sleeping in far too late. By the time you wake up, you feel groggy and sluggish, so you figure going to the gym will help you feel a little better. You don a soft pink pair of leggings and a light gray sports bra, filling your water bottle and grabbing your airpods on your way out the door. You wait in the hallway for the elevator. It reaches your floor with a ding, its doors sliding open to reveal who other than your next door neighbor.
Of fucking course.
He appears to be returning from the gym, his tight white t-shirt clinging to his body in a way that practically puts all his muscles on display. His dark hair is damp and sweaty, messy, stray strands of it sticking to his forehead. He looks up to see you standing there, a panicked look instantly filling his eyes. His skin is already flush from exercising, but his ears turn practically crimson at the sight of you.
“Hi,” you say with a friendly smile.
He freezes, staring at you like a deer caught in the headlights. He quickly tries to shake it off.
“Oh, uh, hey,” he mumbles in an attempted nonchalant tone, but already his cheeks are becoming more flustered. You see his eyes flicker up and down your body - your outfit isn’t terribly revealing, but it’s certainly on the sexier side of athleticwear. He stands there, awkwardly frozen - so long that the elevator door begins to shut again. He grabs hold of it, triggering the motion sensor so it reopens. He starts to shuffle past you, but you decide you’re feeling bold enough to try and engage him in a conversation.
“Just coming back from the gym?” you ask casually.
He stops in the hallway, standing right before you.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Do you also go to the one over on Clark Street?” you question. You won’t hold him up too long - he looks like he wants to perish - but you figure you’ll torment him for another minute or so. “That’s where I’m headed now.”
“Yeah, I do,” he answers, subtly shifting his gym bag in front of his body.
“Cool! Maybe we’ll see each other there sometime,” you tell him in a chipper tone.
“Maybe, yeah. That’d be cool,” he replies, smiling nervously.
You enter the elevator and press the ground floor button.
“Well, see ya around!” you tell him with a wave.
“You too,” he responds, not taking his eyes off you until the elevator door shuts closed.
Three days pass - three days of pure silence from the other side of the wall.
Now that Jihoon has discovered the truth, he's clearly mortified. You catch a few glimpses of him around the building, but the man practically vanishes at the sight of you. You feel a little bit bad, but you know the ruse could not have lasted forever anyway.
Unless he somehow knows exactly when you're not home and has been jacking off exclusively then, you haven't heard him pull his dick out at all. And judging by the couple times you've seen him, the man has been incredibly on edge.
You return home a bit late in the evening after hanging out with some friends. You’ve had a fair bit of wine, so you're feeling a little tipsy, but you're in a pleasantly good mood. You're also decently horny; your mind drifts to your neighbor, conjuring up the image of him returning from the gym, sweaty, muscular, his t-shirt damp and tightly fitted against his sculpted body.
Not two minutes pass after you step inside before you hear the SLAM of a door from the hallway. Footsteps approach your unit, followed by frantic knocking on your front door.
You scurry over to the entrance, reaching out to unlock the door, but the pit in your stomach makes you pause. What if he’s mad at you? you start to worry.
Well, only one way to find out.
With the click the deadbolt turns. You swing the door open to reveal Jihoon, in a plain white t-shirt and grey fucking sweatpants.
He stares at you, standing frozen in your doorway. You can see the gears turning in his head, trying to calculate if this is all a mistake.
After just enough moments of silence for it to be awkward, he clears his throat.
“Hi, um… May I come in?”
He looks incredibly tense, but the way he's staring at you with such intensity makes your pussy ache.
“Sure.”
You step aside, gesturing for him to come in.
He enters. He takes a look around as you shut the door behind him.
“It's really nice in here,” he comments, attempting to make small talk.
“Oh, thank you,” you say with a friendly smile. He looks even more nervous now that he's in your apartment. He pauses, nonchalantly observing some of the artwork on your wall, seemingly trying (and failing) to come up with a good segue into whatever he came over here to say.
“So, um…” he starts, rubbing his hands together anxiously.
“I just wanted to… uh… well, I figured I should probably let you know…”
You inch even closer to him as he stumbles over his words; his shoulders tense slightly. He runs one hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze.
“I guess I just wanted to apologize,” he finally is able to articulate. “I just recently realized that the walls in this building are pretty thin and uh… well I guess I don’t know if I've been loud at all…”
Blushed redness creeps up his neck as his terrible lying resonates through the room.
Maybe it's the way he's standing there, doing nothing but stumbling over his words yet looking incredibly sexy, or maybe it's the wine - but you're feeling bold today.
“Yeah, you have been.”
The pale color of his cheeks suddenly goes even paler, turning his entire face sheet-white as he stands there, horrified. Then, the redness returns with a vengeance. He looks like a very hot, very nervous tomato.
“I’m so sorry,” he stammers, “I really had no idea-”
“Why are you apologizing?”
He stares at you, confused.
“Um…”
He waits for you to clarify, but you don't. Seeing him this flustered up close and personal has your panties soaked already, and you want to revel in it.
He lets out a deep sigh.
“I just… I know I can be loud sometimes, but from now on I’ll be more conscientious of my… volume. And I just don't want you to think I’m perverted or anything…”
He shakes his head, realizing he's just digging himself a deeper hole at this point.
“Anyway, I’m really sorry to bother you, I should get going-”
He tries to slip past you, but you throw your arm out in front of him, slamming your palm into the wall of the narrow hallway as you block him from exiting. He freezes, involuntarily holding his breath as panic spreads across his face.
“What if I like it?”
Your arm brushes against his torso, his chest heaving into you with his quickening breaths.
“What?” he asks, barely more than a whisper, clearly taken aback by your question.
“What if I like hearing you?”
His eyes widen. You step even closer into his personal space, your face now mere inches from his.
“What if I want to hear you making those noises on this side of the wall, in my bed?”
You grasp onto his t-shirt, yanking his body into yours. He lets out a gasp as your tits press into his chest - his mouth is now so close to yours that you feel the exhale against your lips.
“Would you like that?”
He gazes at you, his eyes darkening with desire. Then - he kisses you.
It's not a delicate kiss, nor is it sweet. He kisses you as if he intends to devour you, hungrily tugging at your lips as he grasps at your waist fervorously, aching to touch every inch of you.
His large hands slip underneath your shirt, gripping your sides tight as he caresses your warm skin. Your heart races in your chest, the sounds of rushing blood flooding your ears as you kiss Jihoon, savoring the sweet taste of his lips, basking in the radiant heat of his body against yours.
“Oh wow,” he mutters into your mouth as his lips depart yours briefly.
You grasp onto his tshirt, balling the fabric in your fists, pulling him with you as you stumble toward your bedroom together, still kissing him.
As you step through the doorway, you tug on his shirt, prompting him to remove it. He pauses, contemplating the taste of wine lingering on your lips.
“Are you… drunk?” he asks delicately. “I just want to make sure…”
“A little,” you reply, leaning into him, so close that the vibrations of your soft-spoken words resonate against his lips.
“But I know what I want.”
Jihoon squeezes the flesh of your hips, his grip unrelentless, as if someone was going to take you away from him. A thick bulge beneath his sweatpants presses against you as he holds you tightly against him.
“And what do you want?” he asks in a low voice, staring at you hungrily. “Tell me.”
“First,” you start, pulling at his shirt again. “Get rid of this.”
He yanks his tshirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Standing before you now, shirtless, you get a true look at his brawny figure: huge biceps framing his body, thick pectorals protruding from his chest, chiseled abs sculpting his stomach. The man has muscles you didn’t even know existed. You delicately drag your fingertips up and down his torso, admiring him; his cock twitches against you at your touch.
“God you’re so fucking hot,” you mumble as you gaze into his eyes - giving him the most pathetic, needy, seductive look you can muster.
Redness spreads across his neck and chest. He’s clearly easily flustered (at least, for you), and you plan to take full advantage of this.
You slip one finger beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging lightly.
“Now, get rid of these.”
Obediently, he slides his pants down, having to stretch the elastic further to get it over his bulge. Kicking the sweats off, you get a clearer look at what he’s packing. Even through the dark fabric of his underwear, the outline of his hard cock is undeniable - not only long, but thick. Your pussy clenches at the mere sight of his size.
You can't wait any longer. You run your hand over his clothed cock, feeling its weight in your palm. Jihoon groans, letting out the sweet sound you've until now only heard muffled through the wall. Hearing him now, here, in your bedroom - it's music to your ears.
Reaching into his underwear, you grip your hand around his girth - he nearly whimpers at the sensation. You give him a few strokes before pulling his cock fully out, causing you to let out an audible gasp.
Fucking shit.
Jihoon gives you an embarrassed smile, making you realize you said that out loud and not just in your head. But if anything your reaction wasn't even dramatic enough, because his cock is fucking huge. You take him in your fist, slowly pumping up and down; his eyes roll back into his head, letting out a deep sigh as you stroke him. You press your lips into his neck, planting delicate kisses into the soft skin.
“Oh god,” he groans under his breath.
With his dick twitching in your hand, growing stiff and somehow even longer, you drop to your knees, positioning your face directly beneath the behemoth of a cock. You gaze up at him as you drag your tongue from his base to his tip; he strokes your cheek lightly with the back of his fingers, gazing down at you with a look of equal parts admiration and lust. You swirl your tongue around the head, tasting the precum that has dribbled out. Taking just a tiny bit of his tip between puckered lips, you begin suckling on it, lapping up his juices and teasing him with the bare-minimum stimulation. His low hum swells into a moan as you slowly slide his cock into your mouth, taking as much of his length as possible before you start to choke (Not yet, you think to yourself. Save that for later.)
“Fuck, you look so good right now,” he groans, cupping your cheek in his large hand as you stare up at him with big doe eyes. “So beautiful with my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours.”
Sharp throbbing pulses between your legs at the slightest of praise. You slide your mouth up and down his length, gradually increasing your pace. His tip hitting the back of your mouth only makes you want more, makes you want to swallow him whole, gag on the entire shaft as his massive size fills your throat. Finally, you can resist no longer - you swallow the rest of him, your lips greeting his base as his full length slides down your throat. Tears instantly begin welling in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks as you bob your head up and down, choking on Jihoon’s cock.
He places one hand upon your hair, grasping it in his fist as you give him the absolute sloppiest head he’s ever received. Grotesque gagging sounds emanate from your throat, but are nearly drowned out by the lewd string of moans coming from Jihoon. He wants nothing more than to watch you choke on his cock, see your tears flowing freely as you stare up at him, eyes longingly transfixed upon each other - but he can’t help but shut his eyes, head falling back at the overwhelming pleasure you’re making him feel. It starts to take over his whole body - his hips reflexively begin thrusting, sinking his length deep into your throat. Before long he pulls you by the hair, wresting you off of him; strings of saliva stretch from his drenched cock to your coated lips, bubbles of spit running down your chin.
“Sorry, that was going to make me cum way too fast,” he tells you with a sheepish smile. “You’re just so- ohhh…” His sentence is cut off by you placing one of his balls in your mouth, lightly sucking on it before taking the other as well.
“Fuck that’s hot,” he grumbles, stroking your hair gently. You shift on your knees, trying to sit more comfortably upon the floor; Jihoon notices.
“Come here,” he instructs as he pulls you up off the floor. “I want you to be comfortable.”
He brings you over to the bed, laying down atop it. You go to resume your place between his legs, but he grabs your arms to stop you.
“You should take these off,” he insists, tugging at your clothes with desperation in his eyes. “Please. I wanna see you.”
You pull your shirt over your head, discarding it to the floor. Slowly you unfasten your pants, sliding them down your hips - a bit timidly, for as horny as you are right now you’re suddenly afflicted with a wave of shyness. But the way Jihoon is looking at you - eyes glazed over with pure lust, licking his lips like he wants to devour you - is driving you utterly crazy. You swiftly remove your bra and panties, standing nude before him as he marvels at the sight of you.
“You’re perfect,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly. Your pussy clenches, attempting to alleviate the powerful aching in your core. Jihoon takes your hand, drawing you into the side of the bed.
“Sit on my face. Please.”
It’s not an order; the way he is looking up at you, squeezing your hand - he’s begging.
“Only if I can suck your cock at the same time,” you say with a cheeky grin. His eyes widen.
“Would you like that?” you ask coyly, batting your eyelashes at him as you trace circles on his stomach with one fingernail.
“Y-yeah,” he whimpers, his voice cracking slightly.
“Good.”
You crawl onto the bed, swinging your legs over Jihoon’s head as you face his painfully erect cock. You situate yourself steadily, lowering your pussy toward his face, until you feel his soft, plush lips against you. Instantly he lets out a loud moan, the vibrations against your soaked core triggering a sharp jolt in your stomach. He wraps his arms around your inner thighs, holding you tight against him, his moans still resonating through the room even with his face buried in your cunt.
He begins to work his tongue deep into your folds, licking every last bit, lapping up as much of your juices as he possibly can - the rest certainly dripping down his chin. You lean over, reaching for his thick cock one more; you grip the base tight in your fist, stroking the hilt while taking the rest in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his length. The pathetic noises coming from under your cunt grow even louder - Jihoon begins to squirm underneath you, bucking his hips as he continues eating you out as if the world were ending tomorrow. He latches onto your clit, suckling on the stimulated bud; you cry out, but the sound is garbled amidst your cacophony of unbridled gagging noises. Your eyes flood with tears as your orgasm rapidly approaches - you grind your hips on his face, stimulating your pussy further and further, the burning in your gut swelling and swelling, your legs trembling even in Jihoon’s tight embrace. Your whole body convulses atop of his as you reach your climax. Desperate for air, you pull your head up, your mouth now empty but quickly refilled with cries of pleasure as you cum all over Jihoon’s face.
“Oh my godddd,” you wail, your mind going blank as every nerve in your body lights up like fireworks.
“Oh my god, oh fuckkkk, Jihoon…”
The rumbling vibrations of his groaning carry you through an overpowering orgasm; you ride out your high as he sucks on your clit mercilessly while his nose presses into your cunt. You’re seeing stars as you begin to come down, unable to think any coherent thoughts - instead basking in how fucking incredible Jihoon just made you feel.
You lift your throbbing pussy off his face, giving your poor overstimulated clit a moment to recover.
“Gonna cum, ‘m so close,” Jihoon moans. You quickly pop his dick back into your mouth, sliding his length in and out, hollowing your cheeks as you suck his cock like your life depends on it.
“Ahh, ahhhhh, ah fuck-”
Hot white ropes shoot deep into your throat as he releases. His melodic moans and whining cries form a grand symphony that fills your bedroom - in this moment, you are absolutely certain that you've never heard a more beautiful sound.
His cock pulsates in your mouth, letting out every last spurt of cum for you to eagerly swallow. As he finishes, you slowly slide his cock out of your mouth - still marveling at the sheer size of it.
“Oh my god,” he groans softly. You swing your leg over his head, turning yourself around to lay beside him. You wrap your arms around his torso, becoming the big spoon as you nuzzle your face into his neck.
“Wow,” he proclaims with a deep, satisfied exhale. He lays silently as he recovers, catching his breath and coming back down to earth. Finally, with a sigh, he turns to face you. You raise your head up enough for your noses to meet.
Jihoon gazes into your eyes, eyelids heavy in his post-orgasmic bliss. He hesitates, bringing his hand up to your cheek and cradling it gently.
“Can I kiss you?” he finally asks, his voice no more than a soft whisper.
You nod. He kisses you - this time not hungry and desperate, but slow and saccharine. Your lips lock, laying there entangled in each other’s embrace - his muscular arms hold you tight, enveloping you in the warmth radiating from both of your sweat-covered bodies. As your lips eventually part, you remain snuggled by his side - him playing with your hair while you trace your fingertips over his toned body. Eventually, he takes your chin delicately in his hand, tilting your face up to look at him.
“I don’t know if fucking your next door neighbor is necessarily a wise thing to do,” he starts. “But that was incredible. You’re incredible.”
You smile.
“I don't know either,” you chuckle. “But the way you basically broke down my door to come fuck me was really hot.”
Jihoon laughs, his face lighting up with a beaming smile.
“Yeah, um. I'm not entirely sure what compelled me to do that.”
“I do,” you inform him. “You were thinking with your dick.”
“Okay yeah, you're right,” he admits with a grin.
He reaches for your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, squeezing your palm.
“Would you want to do this again?”
“Like, right now?” you reply.
“No I mean like- … well, yes actually,” he answers, his face lighting up with excitement. “But I meant like, in the future.”
You nod, a wide grin spreading across your face.
“I’d like that.”
“Good,” he smiles. “Me too.”
“But also…”
Your arms grab hold of him, rolling him over on top of you. He tries to shift, to not be placing his whole weight upon you, but you cling to him tightly, holding him in place. You roll your hips, stroking his still half-erect cock with your soaked cunt; you feel it pulse in response, already beginning to harden again.
“I want you to fuck me,” you speak softly into his ear, continuing to grind your pussy on his cock. His eyes roll back in his head once more.
“God you're so fucking hot,” he mumbles through gritted teeth. His eyelashes flutter as his eyes open again, peering down at you amorously.
“Give me just a minute, baby,” he says as he shifts downward, positioning himself directly in front of your boobs. He grabs one with each hand, kneading the soft flesh in his grasp. He licks your nipple, swirling his tongue around the protruding bud, wetting it with his warm mouth before switching to your other breast. He gives them equal attention, licking and sucking on them, back and forth - whichever boob isn't in his mouth, he pinches your hard nipple, squeezing and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. You press your hips up into his stomach, seeking any relief for your aching clit, but it's not enough. You whimper as he latches on to your left nipple, suckling on it so long you think you might cum again just from this. You feel the bed move beneath you as he grinds his cock against the sheets, thrusting into the mattress, seeking relief for his returned erection.
He lifts his head up, releasing his latch on your breast with a wet-sounding pop. His eyes stay fixed on you as he shifts further down the bed, resting comfortably between your legs as his lips hover above your cunt.
“Is this okay?” he checks before placing his mouth on you. You nod earnestly, brushing your fingers through his damp, messy hair. His tongue locates your entrance, slipping into your pussy, his nose brushing up against your clit, still highly sensitive from your first orgasm. You moan as his tongue glides through your folds, his face becoming soaked once again in your juices. He flickers over your clit, the warmth and wetness of his tongue quickly sending you over the edge. Your body writhes beneath him as you cum a second time, crying out with even greater pleasure than the first. It's almost overbearing, but you relish in it, delicious waves of bliss pulsating throughout your whole being. His tongue slows, licking you softly as you lay there, unable to move for a few good minutes, basking in the aftermath of your orgasm. Your fist slowly unclenches, releasing the grip you didn't realize you had on his tousled locks.
“Damn,” you mumble, a big goofy grin spreading across your face. Jihoon crawls back up toward you, kissing you with lips drenched in your own cum. His cock, fully hard once more, brushes against your cunt. Although you're still trying to catch your breath, you place your entrance against his tip to taunt him.
“Please fuck me,” you beg, desperate to feel him inside you.
He pushes his cockhead into your pussy, letting out a moan as he feels your warmth. Your walls tighten as he slides the rest of his length in, fully enveloping his cock - he whines, loudly, letting the delicious sensation overtake him. He rests for a moment inside you, fearing to move as he feels the urge to cum already. But he’s too aroused to resist for much longer - slowly he begins to pump into you, deep thrusts stretching you out, filling you up like you've never felt before. He’s almost too big, but you love it. Tears well in your eyes again as he fucks you - slow and tender at first, but gradually increasing his pace, soon pounding into you with powerful force. The stretch is overwhelming, but his long strokes and perfect tempo have you screaming his name, voluminous cries filling the air as he fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before.
“You’re taking me so well baby,” he praises, his voice low and breathy. “So pretty…”
His voice trails off. High-pitched grunts and groans escape him as his body begins to stiffen, another climax rapidly on its way. He drives his cock into you, your perfect pussy squeezing him so tight that he can't think straight.
“Y/n…” he cries. “Fuck, y/n I'm cumming…”
With several powerful thrusts he releases deep inside you, warm cum filling you up until you're completely full - so full that it begins to leak out of you, coating his cock and dripping all over the sheets. He finishes, laying frozen on top of you, heaving breaths echoing in your ear as he sinks his face into the crook of your neck. His cock rests inside you still, twitching occasionally against your walls. His breathing becomes so steady that you start to think he’s fallen asleep - but eventually he lifts his head, resting his temple on his fist as he takes in the sight of you, so pretty and fucked out beneath him. A lazy smile appears on his face as he stares at you, his pink cheeks glowing in his post-orgasm state. He looks so good that you involuntarily let out a little giggle.
“What?” he asks, his grin growing wider.
“You're just really hot, that's all.”
His face somehow turns even rosier. He lets out an embarrassed tsk as he tries to hide his face in his hands.
“What? You are!!” you proclaim, pulling his hands away so you can see him again.
“Sorry,” he replies timidly. “I’m not good with compliments.”
“You'll get used to it,” you say matter-of-factly. He raises an eyebrow at you.
“You say that like this is going to be a regular thing now,” he retorts, trying to keep a straight face - but the corners of his mouth twitch upward, revealing the grin he's trying to hold back.
“Do you want it to be?” you ask.
Unable to hide his smile any longer, he nods.
“I’d like that.”
Slowly, he pulls his spent cock out of you, making you whine at the empty sensation as even more of his cum spills out of you.
“Wait here,” he says, giving you a soft kiss on your cheek as he rises from the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
PAIRING: lee seokmin x f!reader
GENRE: smut [18+ MDNI]
WC: 5,906
WARNINGS: reader and seokmin both run (faceless) porn accounts on twitter, sexting, dirty talk, masturbation, SIZE KINK!, mutual masturbation, oral, nose meal!! (it's dk so duh), multiple orgasms, protected sex, but also unprotected sex, missionary, cowgirl, creampie, cumplay/cum eating, praise kink
A/N: requested by world's #1 cuties g @miniseokminnies for my Cosmos event! i went a lil crazy w this one hope u don't mind!!! ty @haologram for beta-ing <3
SYNOPSIS: As an anonymous porn account on Twitter, you're often engaging flirtaciously with other accounts — it's good for business, after all — but you never let yourself catch real feelings. Until now, when you've started sexting with the owner of your personal favorite account, an extremely hot (and hung) guy who goes by Nico. You know Nico is local, and you're really into each other, so you're genuinely considering doing your first collab with him. But then you have a realization: you're pretty fucking sure you know him in real life already.
ding
You pick up your phone, seeing a DM notification from Twitter. As you open the app you smile — it's exactly who you hoped would be messaging you.
@/xcalibur_: wowwww you look amazing in the new vid 😍
It's Nico — one of your mutuals. Due to the nature of the content you put out, and the fact that you choose to remain anonymous online — posting everything under a pseudonym, Berrie — you are constantly having to balance casually flirting with other adult content creators to build your network while also not getting too close to anybody. It's good business, and also for your own safety. But you and Nico have followed each other for a few months now, and he seems like a genuinely sweet guy. It also doesn't help that he is outrageously hot, and has the prettiest cock you've ever seen. You should probably be ashamed by how many times you've cum to his videos, but shame surrounding sex is something you left behind a long time ago.
@/strawberriebaby: thanks love😘 your new pics are sooo hot btw
@/xcalibur_: thank you gorgeous ;) i didn't think the bulge pics would be so popular tbh but people seem to love it
@/strawberriebaby: it's the gray sweatpants babe, that'll drive any girl crazy in a heartbeat
@/xcalibur_: that's good to know, i'll keep that in mind 😏 hey btw, if you ever want any free personalized content from me lmk. i've cum to your videos so many times, so i definitely owe you haha
That last sentence makes your stomach do an excited flip. Sure, you post porn on Twitter. Of course other people are going to be jerking it to your videos. But something about hearing it from him specifically is really fucking hot.
@/strawberriebaby: that's crazy bc i cum to YOUR videos all the time too 🥰
@/xcalibur_: wow, what an honor to hear that from my favorite account holy shit 😍
@/strawberriebaby: lol i'll bet you say that to everyone
@/xcalibur_: nope, not at all. just you baby ❤️
@/strawberriebaby: alright then, prove it. send me a video of you jerking off right now 😊
@/xcalibur_: say less 🫡
A proud grin creeps across your face. Your thighs instinctively squeeze together, excitement flooding your senses at the prospect of receiving a personal video from Nico. Figuring you'd give him a few minutes, you decide to get up and start some laundry in the meantime. By the time you've sorted your clothes and started the first load in the washer, you already have a new DM in your notifications.
Excitedly you make your way to your bedroom, figuring you might as well enjoy yourself as you watch. Plopping onto your bed, you open Twitter and click on your chat with Nico. Sure enough, you are greeted with a seven minute-long video attachment, with a blurry image of what appears to be his bulge in the thumbnail, and an accompanying message that simply says for my favorite girl❤️.
You click play, immediately being greeted with soft moans from behind the camera as you watch him stroke himself through his sweatpants, the thick bulge heavy beneath his grasp. He's already growing hard, the soft fabric doing little to hide the shape of his cock as he touches himself, the delicate sighs escaping his lips sounding whiny already. You feel a rush of heat in your core as you watch him; he may be fully clothed still, but that doesn't stop your mouth from watering at the salacious sight.
Before long he has a full-blown erection; reaching into his pants, he takes his length in his hand, letting out a hiss at the sensation. Slipping the waistband of his sweats down he frees it from the confines of his underwear, revealing the thick, veiny shaft you've committed to memory at this point. He begins to jerk himself off, slow, measured strokes as he grips his cock tightly in his fist.
"F-fuck," you hear him groan from behind the camera. "I'm so fucking horny right now."
Grinning, you slip out of your pants with one hand, the other holding your phone as your eyes remain fixed on the pretty cock on its screen. You recline into your pillows, lightly dragging your fingertips over your pussy, discovering yourself to be much wetter than you expected. You collect your pooled arousal and spread it over your clit, sighing softly as your fingers graze the sensitive bud.
"Feels so good," he whines. "Wish it was your mouth, baby. Fuck…"
He begins to stroke himself faster now, his hand pumping up and down his length with urgent need. You slip your fingers into your pussy, fucking yourself as you watch; you start slow, but the pitiful sounds coming out of him soon have your hand flying as fast as his is. You feel like you could cum already, but you want to wait until he does. Your stomach tightens as you picture the savory sight of that in your head; checking the timestamp on the video, you're about halfway through. Just a few more minutes to go. The time seems to pass at a painfully slow pace, forcing you to pause more than once, taking the time to catch your breath as you watch Nico getting himself off with uninhibited pleasure. Your clit throbs, aching for the release of your orgasm. Finally, his whimpers begin to turn utterly pathetic — sharp cries and loud moans escaping him — and you can tell he's about to cum. Thank god, you think to yourself. You don't know how much longer you can wait.
You watch the shiny dribble of precum drip down the head of his cock, which is turning an angry shade of red as his climax begins to overtake him.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he cries. He vigorously pumps his length, cock throbbing in his grasp, until finally — he releases. With a vulgar groan white ropes of cum spurt from his tip, shooting into the air before falling onto his hand and stomach. The sight is enough to send you over the edge — your palm presses into your clit as your fingers fuck into your cunt, and you cum too. Your head falls back, eyes tearing up at the bursts of pleasure rolling through your body, but you don't take them off the screen for a second. You ride out your high, chest heaving with deep breaths as you stare at the delicious mess of cum all over Nico.
As you drift back down to earth, you watch as he lets go of his spent cock; it twitches against his stomach as he shows off his cum-coated hand, the sticky white substance dripping all over his fingers and the silver ring on his pinky. You've seen his hands plenty of times by now, and you've always thought they were exceptionally pretty. However, for some reason in this moment they seem… familiar. His long thick fingers, his pretty nails, and also the ring, too. You swear you've seen it somewhere before. You figure it's just from watching so many of his videos, but something in the back of your mind is telling you otherwise. But your mind is spinning, and it's hard to think straight right now anyway, so you push that thought aside.
You take a picture of your soaked cunt and DM it back to him.
@/strawberriebaby: that was so fucking hot, thank youuu 😘
Your phone dings as he replies immediately.
@/xcalibur_: fuck, need that pussy so bad
Maybe it's just the high from your orgasm, but his message practically has you swooning. The typing bubble pops up again right away. You watch him type for a minute, then stop. It pops up again a few moments later. You wait patiently to see what he has to say, and finally you receive another message.
@/xcalibur_: i'm not sure if you're open to collabs, so no pressure at all, but if you're ever interested lmk ;) more than willing to travel for u lol
Your heart nearly skips a beat. You've had other creators ask to collab before, but you've politely turned them all down. It's something you've definitely considered, but you don't want to do it with just anybody. It would have to be with the right person — and honestly, Nico would be perfect for the job.
@/strawberriebaby: i've never done one before, but i've been considering it tbh👀 i'm kinda nervous about it though
@/xcalibur_: that's totally fair, it's a big ask! i've also never done one, mostly for privacy reasons. might end my career if anybody finds out i do this lol
@/strawberriebaby: i'm a freelance artist, so that matters less for me haha. i'm just mostly nervous because i've never done a face reveal before
@/xcalibur_: you wouldn't have to do one if you don't want!
@/strawberriebaby: oh yeah, i mean more like… what if i met somebody irl and they weren't into me :/
@/xcalibur_: i can guarantee that won't happen if we meet, i promise :)
@/strawberriebaby: i'm just kind of an awkward person 😭
@/xcalibur_: that doesn't matter to me. you're hot and i'm very into you 🙂↕️
@/strawberriebaby: you haven't even seen my face though!!
@/xcalibur_: but i know you're fucking beautiful. and i'm not just saying that!
This conversation is a lot flirtier than you usually have with people on Twitter, even your mutuals that you know fairly well. Normally if a man was talking to you like this, you would just assume it's business as usual, just another stranger on the internet trying to get into your pants. But Nico is… different. Maybe you're delusional — maybe he talks like this to everyone he wants to fuck and you're not special. But your instinct tells you he's being genuine.
@/strawberriebaby: you're crazy, but fortunately i'm into that lol
@/xcalibur_: that's great news for me😌 but fr, if you're ever in the bay area hit me up. i'll clear my fucking schedule
@/strawberriebaby: wait, you're in the bay area??
@/xcalibur_: born and raised!
@/strawberriebaby: no fucking way. i'm also in the bay area!
@/xcalibur_: omg
@/xcalibur_: not to jump the gun but this might be destiny idk
@/strawberriebaby: well, one way to find out
@/xcalibur_: does this mean you want to collab :)
@/strawberriebaby: let me sleep on it, but good chance the answer might be yes
@/xcalibur_: YAYYYYY
@/xcalibur_: i mean uh, yeah that's cool. totally a good business decision.
@/strawberriebaby: oh, totally, for sure. well i have to go now, i'm meeting a friend for dinner. pleasure doing business with you ;)
@/xcalibur_: you too babe 😘 enjoy your dinner!
Between your orgasm and your conversation with Nico, you're feeling very hot and bothered — so you decide to take a quick shower. You feel much better afterward; you get ready and head out to meet your friend, and you end up having a really nice night. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't spend the whole rest of the evening with thoughts of your potential collab lingering in the back of your mind.
On Saturday, you have a gig as a wedding photographer — one of the many hats you wear. The wedding isn't until the afternoon, but you're supposed to be there by 11am to get set up and run through the schedule with the wedding planner. You're running slightly behind, but you're still on time — as long as you leave by 10:30, you'll be fine.
At 10:25am you are on your way out of your apartment. As you lock the door behind you, you spot a figure out of the corner of your eye approaching from down the hallway. Turning your head, you see that it's your neighbor, Seokmin.
"Hey y/n!" he tells you cheerfully. "Haven't seen you in a minute!"
Seokmin lives down the hall from you, so you run into him fairly frequently in passing. You usually don't go out of your way to talk to other people in your building outside of polite small talk, and you don't know Seokmin all that well truthfully. You pretty much only know that he's a lawyer, and apparently a pretty good one at that — but with his gregarious nature and bright smile, he's easily one of the nicest people you've ever met.
"Hey Seokmin," you smile back, giving him a small wave. "Yeah, I've been working odd jobs lately, so my schedule is kind of all over the place."
Seokmin reaches his front door. Still facing you, he rummages around in his bag, presumably for his keys.
"Nice, where are you off to today?"
"Photography gig," you answer. "I'm working a wedding."
"Oh, fun!" he beams at you, his arm still digging around the bottom of his bag. Finally, his hand closes around the small cluster of metal; he pulls the keys out, turning to the door to raising his hand to the lock. As he does so, you notice a silver ring around his pinky, and suddenly you realize where you've seen this exact same hand before.
Your eyes widen, staring at Seokmin's hand, looking for anything to tell you you're wrong, that can't be the same hand… You blink, hoping you're just imagining things — but deep down you know your eyes do not deceive you.
Seokmin peers back at you, about to say something else, but you look like you've seen a ghost.
"Are you okay?" he asks, slightly concerned.
"I just— I forgot something," you say in a panic, plastering a faux smile on your face. You spin on your heel and rush back into your apartment before he can ask any more questions. "Catch you later!"
"Bye!" Seokmin shouts after you. He turns and enters his apartment, not thinking anything of it.
You, however, are now spiraling. You pace around your apartment as you take your phone out and open Twitter, scrolling to your DMs with Nico and playing back the video he sent you the other night. You fast forward to the end, stopping when you see his cum-coated hand in frame. Without a doubt, it looks just like Seokmin's. You might've been able to convince yourself that they just look similar, that there's no chance in hell they belong to the same person — but the presence of the identical ring makes it undeniable.
"What the fuck," you mutter under your breath, trying to process this information. Sure, Seokmin is objectively an attractive man — but you've never thought of him like that before. But the more you think about it, the way Nico talks and his amicable, sweet nature match Seokmin's demeanor perfectly. And he does have the exact same build you've seen fully nude from the shoulders down dozens of times on your phone screen.
But you don't have time to stand here and freak out about this right now. You have to get to work. You peek out your peephole, just to make sure he's not still out there for any reason, but the hallway is vacant. You lock the door behind you and make your exit as quickly as possible.
Fortunately, the wedding setup and the ceremony itself keep you busy enough to keep your mind off the fact that Nico is your literal neighbor. After the reception ends, you head home, but decide to stop at the CVS on your way back. You grab the couple items you need from your list and head to check out, but on your way to the register you pass the condom section. You stop for a second; you do have a box at home already, but Nico/Seokmin's video drifts to the front of your mind, reminding you just how fucking huge his cock is.
Stop it, you think to yourself. You didn't even say you'd collab with him yet. Do you even want to do that now that you know he's been living across the hall from you this whole time?? But you know in your heart that the answer is a resounding yes.
With a sigh, you grab a box of XL condoms off the shelf and toss it in your basket.
You spend the whole evening trying not to think about Seokmin, to no avail. You even put on Howl's Moving Castle, hoping that your favorite movie will be a good distraction, but even that isn't enough to get your mind of that fucking video he sent you. You can't even blame him, because you're the one who asked him to send it in the first place.
Idiot, you chastise yourself. He did say he was also in the Bay Area, but so are seven million other people; never in your wildest dreams would you have expected him to live in your exact building — because what are the fucking odds of that? But regardless, it's true, and now you have to figure out what the hell you are going to do about it. You pretty much have two options: tell him you know, or pretend like you don't. Neither one is very good — the latter would probably be the smarter option, but it doesn't change the fact that you still want to hit like so bad.
Your phone buzzes. Looking down, you see a DM from Nico pop up in your notifications.
"Speak of the devil…" you mumble to yourself. You pick up the phone and open it to his message.
@/xcalibur_: heyyyy cutie ❤️ how was your day?
You stare at the screen for a minute, deliberating, but eventually you decide to respond.
@/strawberriebaby: honestly i had such a weird fucking day 😭
@/xcalibur_: oh no! what happened? (if you don't mind me asking)
@/strawberriebaby: nothing bad, just… weird. can i ask you something?
@/xcalibur_: of course baby
@/strawberriebaby: what would you do if i said i think we might know each other irl?
Your heart races as you hit send. You have no idea how he's going to respond, but you decide fuck it. Worst case scenario it'll make things so awkward you will have to move, but that's a problem for later. You watch the typing bubble anxiously as you await his reply.
@/xcalibur_: wait, seriously? how so?
@/strawberriebaby: i recognized your ring in the video.
@/xcalibur_: i'm sure a lot of guys have a ring like mine tho, maybe it just looks similar to someone you know?
@/strawberriebaby: that's what i was thinking. but then i saw you in the hallway this morning when i was on my way to work
The typing bubble does not pop up again. A few minutes pass, and you start to wonder if you've royally fucked up — but then you hear a knock at your front door.
You get up and walk over to the peephole, peering out to see none other than Seokmin standing there, wearing grey sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt that puts his thick biceps on full display. You open the door, coming face to face with him; you stare at each other for a moment, neither of you knowing what to say.
"You…" he finally starts, but you just grab him by the wrist and pull him inside. Door shutting behind him, you are now alone together, standing far to close to one another in the entryway of your home.
"It is you," he says in a hushed tone, staring at you with sparkling brown eyes. "You're Berrie." You nod, locking eyes with him, making your stomach do a nervous flip.
"And you're Nico," you reply softly. He nods back, a bewildered look coloring his face.
"This is crazy," he laughs incredulously. "I've always thought you were so pretty, but I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything."
"Well, turns out we've already seen each other naked," you point out. He lets out a laugh.
"Yeah, I suppose so…"
You stare at each other for a moment, the tension in the room turning palpable.
"Well, my offer still stands, you know," he says, suddenly turning a bit flushed. "About the collab. If you want."
"Do you mean… right now?" you ask, taking a step forward.
"Yeah," he whispers, also stepping forward to bridge the gap between the two of you. "I do." Slowly he raises his right hand, cradling your cheek in his palm as he holds your face, the metal of his ring cool against your cheek. You let out a soft gasp; your hands drift to his torso, pressing them against his muscular abs, sliding them up across his chest before you take his shirt in your fists, yanking him toward you closer still.
"Kiss me," you tell him, and without a moment of hesitation his lips are crashing into yours.
His hand drifts from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling your face into his so he can kiss you with unrestrained vigor. His other hand drifts to your waist, rubbing your hip slowly as he tastes you, his lips tugging on yours in sheer desperation. You kiss him back, grabbing him by his sides as you press your body into him.
"Fuck," he grumbles, barely taking his lips off you as he grabs your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh."You're so perfect."
The stiffening in his pants is undeniable, pressing against your stomach as he holds you close. You want nothing more than to rip your clothes off and throw yourself at him, but you know that teasing him for a bit first would be enticing for the both of you — and you want to savor this.
You break the kiss, staring up at him sweetly, before you take his hand in yours and start pulling him toward your bedroom.
"C'mon," you say, looking back at him as you tug him along. He grins, gazing at you excitedly at he eagerly follows. Entering your room, he lets out a chuckle.
"Wow, so this is where the magic happens, huh?" he asks, gesturing at your ring light and tripod set up at the foot of your bed.
"Sure is," you smile. "I was planning on filming tonight, let me move this real quick—"
"Wait," Seokmin says, grabbing hold of your wrist. You turn to face him again, his soft brown eyes staring at you lustfully. "You should go ahead and film."
"It's okay, I can do it tomorrow—" you start, but he grabs you by the chin, tilting your face up to his so he can kiss you again.
"I want to watch," he mutters into your lips. A smile spreads across your face.
"Okay," you beam at him.
Grabbing your phone, you set it up on the tripod, the video camera open and ready. You strip your clothes off as you make your way over to your bed, plopping into the center and making yourself comfortable. You spread your legs, revealing your bare pussy, already glimmering with arousal in the dim lighting.
"Ready?" Seokmin asks, his finger hovering above the record button.
"More than," you grin.
He taps the button, and the video begins.
Slowly you slide your hand down your body, dipping your fingers into your cunt, pulling them out again to show off the stick mess of juices dripping out of you. Seokmin licks his lips, palming himself through his sweatpants as he quickly starts to grow hard. You touch yourself lazily, staring up at him as you start to get yourself off; you were planning on taking your sweet time, but having him watch you like this is making you unbearably horny. Soft moans escape your lips as you begin to play with your clit, causing him to grip his bulge in his fist tightly as he takes a deep breath. Your other hand grasps at your breast, squeezing it as your fingers start to move faster. The sight is too much for Seokmin. Mouth watering, he pulls his pants down and frees his cock, stroking it slowly in his large hand. You've seen it dozens of times, so you knew exactly what to expect — and yet seeing the sheer size of his cock with your own two eyes has you clenching around nothing. You swear you've never craved anything more in your life.
Your fingers begin to work faster, flicking back and forth over your clit, hips rocking slowly as a burning heat begins to fill your gut. Watching Seokmin masturbate as he watches you masturbate has to be the hottest thing you've ever experienced. His eyes don't leave you for a second, his gaze flickering from your pussy to your breasts to your pretty face, savoring the sight of every inch of you. Soon, he's stroking himself with a sense of urgency, his hand working his cock faster and faster, egged on by your incessant whimpering as you approach your high. Your body writhes against the mattress as an explosive orgasm suddenly overtakes you — your legs tremble, your head falls back into the pillows as you release, crying out with pleasure as the shockwaves of your climax pulse through you.
Your mind spins as you come down, your chest rising and falling with deep breaths as you try to recover. Your eyes flutter open again, seeing Seokmin still standing there, staring at you like he wants to devour you. His hand has stilled, gripping his thick hard cock tightly, his tip glistening with his leaking juices.
"Turn that off and come fuck me already," you tell him, grinning eagerly. He stops the video and walks over to your bed, climbing over you and pressing a long kiss against your lips. You reach for his cock, but he's already scooting back down, positioning himself between your legs.
"I will," he replies, suddenly grabbing you by the thighs and folding you in half, making you gasp. "But first…"
You cry out as he drags his tongue over your cunt, groaning as he laps up the pool of juices.
"Fuck, even better than I imagined."
He slips his tongue into your hole, fucking it in and out as his nose bumps against your swollen clit, sending a jolt of electricity up your spine.
"Oh my god—" you moan, brushing your fingers through his dark hair and grasping onto it. You hold his head in place, but he had no plans of pulling away anyway. He eats you out slowly, savoring every drop of you, his tongue running through your folds and over your clit until you feel the pressure of a second orgasm building inside you. Your hips begin to rock against his face, rubbing your clit over his nose, until you are cumming again. His hands grip your thighs as he doesn't stop, licking your pussy as you ride out your high.
"Fuck," you gasp for air as you pry his head off of you. He grins at you sheepishly, his entire chin dripping.
"Sorry, got a bit carried away," he admits.
"No, don't apologize," you smile at him. "That was fucking amazing."
He dives in one more time to press a soft kiss into your spent clit. Crawling back up to you, you pull him in for a kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth to taste yourself on him.
"Now will you fuck me?" you tease as your lips part.
"Of course, baby," he says with one more kiss. "I didn't bring any protection though, I kinda ran out the door without thinking…"
"It's okay, I have some," you tell him. Reaching into your drawer you pull out the unopened box of XL condoms you're grateful you bought on a whim. As you open the package, he gives you a quizzical look.
"Do you always keep these on hand?" he asks teasingly.
"Nope," you reply. "Bought them today."
"Oh," he says softly, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face. "So you bought these specifically for me, then."
"Yes," you answer matter-of-factly, making his cheeks turn flushed.
"I guess we're kinda obsessed with each other then, huh?" he asks, grinning widely.
"Seems that way," you beam back at him.
You pull one of the small packets out, tossing the box aside and ripping it open. You pull the condom out and reach for Seokmin's cock. You give it a few pumps, making him groan.
"God, it's so fucking hot to have you actually touching me."
"Good," you grin. You take the condom and stretch it over his tip, rolling it down his length. You grab his cock and guide it to your entrance, rubbing his head over your folds. He moves his hips, pressing it in gently, but you're so soaked that it slips in with ease. You gasp, staring at his cock as it disappears into your cunt, filling you up like never before.
"Oh my god you're huge," you say mouth ajar. You gaze back up, meeting his eyes as he stares at you hungrily. Slowly he begins to fuck you, pulling his cock out and pushing it all the way back in.
"You feel incredible," he mutters as he leans his head in, kissing the side of your neck delicately. You let out a soft, involuntary whine, making Seokmin's head spin more than it already is.
"Fuck, you're so hot," he groans. "Keep making those noises baby, I like it."
"Feels so good," you whimper as he fucks into you harder.
"You're taking me so well," he coos, his hand drifting to your nipple and tugging on it lightly. "Such a good girl."
"Harder," you plead. He smirks, then starts fucking you faster, giving you exactly what you asked for.
"Oh my god, I wanna cum," he moans, leaning in to kiss you, tugging on your bottom lip. He slows to a stop, breathing heavily above you. "Will you please ride me?" he asks, staring deep into your eyes. You nod eagerly, making him grin excitedly. He gently pulls out of you, rolling onto his back and bringing you with him. You straddle him, rubbing your cunt over his cock. You pause for a second, giving him a curious look.
"What is it, love?" he asks softly.
"Let me take it off," you say, dragging your fingertip over his wrapped length. "I want you to cum in me."
His eyes widen. "You're gonna be the death of me," he says with a laugh.
"Is that a yes?" you ask, tugging lightly at the tip of the condom.
"Yeah," he nods. "Absolutely."
You giggle excitedly as you remove the barrier, discarding it and quickly positioning yourself over his cock. It slides in with ease as you sit on it, making you groan as you take his full length inside you.
"Holy fucking shit your pussy feels so good," he moans, his jaw dropping. "Oh my god…"
You begin to ride him, slowly gliding yourself up and down his length, but before long you're fully bouncing up and down on him, crying out from pleasure as his cock reaches deep inside you.
"F-fuck," you whine, pressing your hands against his chest to support yourself as you ride his perfect cock.
"Don't stop," he begs. "I'm so close."
Obediently you keep up your pace, tears welling in your eyes as you stare down at Seokmin. His head drops against the pillow, his eyes rolling back as you feel his cock start to pulse inside you.
"I'm cumming, baby," he groans. He cries out as he releases, and you feel his hot ropes of cum shooting against your walls as a string of delectable moans drifts from his lips. He grabs your hips, squeezing them tight in his grasp as he holds you in place, fucking his cock up into you with careless abandon. His cock twitches as he gives you all of his cum; eventually his hips begin to slow, coming to a stop, his hands still holding a strong grip on your sides.
"Wow," he sighs as he comes back to earth. He smiles, letting out a giggle as he opens his eyes to look at you again. "You're fucking perfect. Let me see," he says, gesturing to your filled pussy. You lift yourself off his length, letting the cum drip out of you, coating his cock and stomach with the sticky mess. Collecting the remainder of his cum from your cunt on your fingers, you lift your hand to your mouth, licking them clean.
"Goddamn," he mumbles as he watches you. You unstraddle him and lean over, licking up the cum from his abdomen as well. He watches you through heavy eyelids, petting your hair as you clean him up.
"C'mere," he says when you finish, pulling you up into his embrace. You snuggle in next to him as he wraps his broad arms around you, holding you tight as he kisses your forehead. You rest there for a few silent moments, breathing together as he gently rubs your back.
"I suppose we could've filmed that," you say after a few minutes, lifting your head out of the crook of his neck to look at him. "But I didn't even think of that. I was too distracted by your huge fucking cock."
Seokmin laughs. "That's okay," he replies sweetly. "Besides, I wanted you all to myself. But we can do this again, if you want."
"Absolutely," you nod.
"Good," he says as he smiles brightly. He pulls you into a tight hug, kissing you again, kissing you over and over for as long as you'll let him — which is very long time, but neither of you mind it one bit.
[TWO WEEKS LATER]
You wake up to thousands of notifications, all from Twitter.
You think you're seeing things at first, but as you scroll you confirm that, indeed, you have more notifications right now than you've ever seen in your life. Smiling, you go to your text messages and open your chat with Seokmin, who has already texted you this morning.
Seokmin: wow, i guess people liked the video :)
You open Twitter and go to your profile, looking at the video you have pinned. The caption reads: We finally collabed @/xcalibur_ 💕 Full video on OF. The clip is a preview of the nearly 30-minute-long sex tape you uploaded to your OnlyFans account — your first official collab with Nico.
Since the first time you fucked, it actually took the both of you about six more times before one of you remembered to turn a camera on. You've been too busy being utterly and completely obsessed with each other, fucking on seemingly every possible surface in both of your apartments. But finally, you decided to film it for real, and it appears Twitter is having a fucking field day with it. Overnight alone, the tweet gained over 5,000 retweets and 12,000 likes. You decide to scroll through the replies to see what people are saying.
holy shit this was so hottttt
The collab of a LIFETIME!!!
omg my two favorites in one video?? i'm in heaven 😍
bro i just nutted in 1 minute wtf
pls make more videos together 🙏 y'alls chemistry is FIRE
Smiling, you return to your texts and reply to Seokmin.
You: i guess so ;) i can't believe we went viral lol
Seokmin: i can. that video was so hot ☺️
You: you're so right
Seokmin: what are you doing tonight?
You: you, hopefully
Seokmin: oh for sure!! but, i was actually hoping to take you out to dinner. it's about time i took you on a proper date
You: wait, are you're saying you want to date me? 🥺
Seokmin: absolutely i do. if you want, of course
You: i'd love nothing more ❤️
Seokmin: YAY :)))
SYNOPSIS. A spur of the moment decision makes you decide to get an intimate back tattoo. Luckily, your boyfriend is a tattoo artist—a very talented and thorough one, in fact.
PAIRING. tattoo artist!joshua hong x fem!reader
GENRE. smut (minors dni 🔞), fluff, suggestive, established relationship
WARNINGS. mentions of needles and descriptions of what a tattoo feels like (everyone has diff pain tolerance tho!!), mentions of blood, shua and reader both have tattoos, lowkey me describing my dream spine tattoo, cursing, terms of endearment, joshua getting horny as he’s tattooing you lmao 😭😭, kissing, making out, body worship, lots of praise, unprotected sex, standing doggy wooweee backshots!
WORD COUNT. 5k
notes: shoutout to @mellow-wishes for permanently imprinting the thot of tattoo artist!joshua in my brain. oh to get tattoed by him 😖😖 anyway, i hope u all enjoy!! wanted to get this fic out b4 i go out of town for the weekend so apologies if it's rushed i didn't rlly proofread it. pls don't forget to reblog w ur thoughts!!
“Are you still sure about this, sweetheart?”
You shoot a playful glare at your boyfriend, arms crossed loosely over your chest. You find yourself standing in the small corner of your shared apartment, which has been turned into a private studio corner where Joshua frequently freehands designs, sketches out his linework for clients, and practices on synthetic skin. Sometimes he even practices on himself, which is how he ended up with a rose stem behind his ear a month ago.
All of your current tattoos are from him too. Tiny constellations scattered along your ribs. The moth beneath your collarbone that he freehanded at three in the morning because neither of you could sleep. A koi fish running down the curve of your hip. Every single piece carries his fingerprints in it somewhere.
The fairy lights hung around the room have been dimmed low, the coffee table pushed aside, and his client chair unfolded in the open space near the big window. Soft rain taps against the glass from the outside, and some calm lo-fi music plays throughout the apartment to set the mood and calm your nerves, even if you’ve planned this for a while𑁋Joshua had sacrificed hours upon hours to bring your idea to life. You can’t back away from this now.
The idea is a long, elegant spine tattoo: a powerful dragon that coils gracefully down your back with its body and sharp scales interwoven with delicate cherry blossoms. Strength and softness tangled together, exactly as you had imagined. You remember when you first told him about it and the way his eyes had grown wide, like a mixture of excitement and awe, but also… a subtle pinch of fear.
Because it’s you, and he knows that he can’t afford to screw up, especially with something as permanent as a tattoo. You’re willingly offering a big piece of yourself for him to mark, and that’s a huge weight he’s had to carry while sketching out your concept. There’s no undo button for that kind of trust.
“I’ve thought about this for a long time, Shua,” You tell him firmly, though there’s that twitch of your nerves to your voice that doesn’t go unnoticed. “There’s no going back now.”
Joshua’s eyes turn fond, taking a step closer to you. He’s wearing a sleeveless black top, the fabric stretching across his chest and showing off the ink drawn over his skin. One of his arms is completely bare of any tattoos, but his other is a beautiful canvas of pieces he’s collected over the years𑁋some intricate fineline, others that are more bold and striking. He even has some dotted over his ribs as well, particularly the Gemini tattoo that you love kissing.
He reaches out instinctively, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. Your head falls onto his chest naturally, breathing him in, giving him the opportunity to press a kiss to the top of your head. You can feel his steady heartbeat against your cheek, and it helps to lessen your nerves a little.
After all, it’s temporary pain for something permanent on your skin forever. And of course, it’s created by the man you love.
“Alright,” he murmurs, pulling back to look at you properly. “Let’s get you ready then, love. Can I take this off you?”
His fingers linger underneath your (his) shirt, tracing circles on your back as if he’s drawing it out on you. It sends shivers of anticipation up and down your spine. He’s giving you one last chance to change your mind, but you both already know you won’t.
You tilt your head to look at him back. “Yes. Please.”
You swear you see his eyes darken for a split second at your words. Without another word, he leads you to the mirror perched in the corner, turns your back to him, and peels the oversized shirt off slow enough it almost seems like he’s purposely teasing you. You help by lifting your arms as it slips off you, leaving you bare from the waist up. You’re not even wearing a bra underneath, and you hear him suck in a sharp breath.
For a second, he just… stares at you in the mirror, lips pursing at the way your nipples tighten in the cool air. Then he drinks in the sight of your bare back𑁋his beautiful untouched canvas𑁋taking in how the dim lighting in the room highlights the line of your spine and the elegant curve of your shoulders. The thought that he’s about to leave something permanent there visibly makes him swallow.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “How am I supposed to concentrate for the next six hours when you look like this?”
“Like what?” You ask amusedly, meeting his heated gaze in the mirror.
“Like a goddess,” he finishes roughly, letting a hand hover near your waist, close but not exactly touching you, as if he’s scared to ruin you with carelessness. “A masterpiece I shouldn’t be allowed to worship.”
Heat blooms through your face at that. You grab his hand that’s lingering over your side, guiding it to where he’s finally touching you properly. His palm is slightly cold at first, but it warms instantly the second he’s touches your skin. His other hand joins in, sliding up your ribs until both palms rest just beneath your breasts, thumbs tenderly brushing the undersides. Then he leans in to kiss a line down from your nape, nipping gently on where your neck meets your shoulder.
He smiles against your skin when he feels you tremble in his hold.
“I love it when you worship me,” You tell him quietly.
Immediately, you swear you see the way your words make his mind flash𑁋perhaps with images of past intimate nights with your bodies tangled in bed together, his mouth between your thighs for hours, marking his territory on top of his own art. He also imagines how you’d look from behind when he sinks inside𑁋
“On the chair now,” he orders, forcing himself backward. “before I lose my mind.”
With a breathless giggle, you sit down on the client chair, straddling it so that your chest is pinned against the leather backrest. The position leaves your entire back deliciously exposed to him. You hear the sound of gloves being snapped on and the roll of his stool wheeling right next to you. Even though you can’t see him, you still feel the heat of his eyes roaming over you.
The next few minutes are spent cleaning you. Joshua’s gloved hands move slowly as he wipes your entire back down with antiseptic solution, his thumbs applying some reassuring pressure along your spine. You shiver when it hits your skin, and he notices immediately.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs. “Still okay?”
“Mhm,” You breathe, eyes half-closed. “Just… sensitive.”
He hums in understanding, then leans in to place a soft kiss to your shoulder blade.
Once your skin is clean, he carefully applies the stencil. He smooths it down your skin inch by inch with both hands from the nape of your neck all the way to the curve just above your ass. You can already imagine every detail of it𑁋the long, coiling scaly body of the dragon, along with the delicate cherry blossom branches that will soften it.
When the stencil is peeled away, both the room and Joshua take a collective deep breath together.
The dragon already looks beautifully alive on your skin. Its serpentine body twists down the length of your spine, the tail end just above the waistband of your lounge shorts. Cherry blossom petals and branches burst along its scales, a few petals seemingly drifting free like a small breeze across your skin. The lines are fine, crisp, perfect. Even Joshua himself seems completely speechless of the linework that he created.
There’s really nobody else that you trust more than him to do this.
“Wow,” he utters out softly, refusing to blink for a few seconds as if he’s scared you’ll vanish. “You look… illegal, baby.”
A choked laugh leaves you, reality settling within your bones that you’re seriously doing this. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He caresses a gloved finger down your back right beside the stencil. “You’re really going to sit through this, huh?”
“You’re really going to make me sit through it.”
“Fair,” he quips with a grin, before exhaling a breath through his nose. “But if it gets too much or becomes too painful, you tell me immediately, okay? We’re only doing the outline for today, then shading later another time.”
You glance at him over your shoulder, wiggling a brow at him. “Bossy.”
“I’m serious,” Joshua says pointedly, yet there’s a layer of softness underneath. “This is your body, love.”
That lands more harder than it should.
Your smile fades and brightens at the same time. “And I trust you with it, Shua. I always have.”
Joshua pauses from where he’s been squeezing out the black ink into some tiny plastic caps. For a moment, you see the professional artist facade on his face crack and sparkle of love in his eyes. Because after all, he is your boyfriend𑁋the man who kisses your forehead when you’re sick and the one who’s about to carve forever on your skin with hands that’s thoroughly mapped every inch of you.
He rolls his stool until he’s right in front of you. Without any hesitation, he leans in to steal a slow, deep kiss to your lips, leaning his forehead against yours for a minute.
“Then let me make this perfect for you, my brave girl,” he whispers assuringly, rolling himself back beside you. The sound of the machine buzzing to life cuts through the rain shower outside and the low tunes of his playlist. “Colour system, alright? I’ll work my way from the top to the bottom.”
You nod, gripping the top of the client chair a little tighter as the familiar buzz of the tattoo machine fills the room. After getting multiple pieces done already, you find the sound oddly comforting now, especially if it’s with Joshua.
When the needle touches down at the nape of your neck, your lips tighten together into a thin line and you have to force yourself not to flinch. You feel the vibrations of the machine carry into your skull as Joshua starts to outline the head of the dragon, keeping one hand settled at the small of your back anytime the needle starts dragging to more sensitive flesh.
Each precise pass sends little sparks of fire down your nerves, some of them curling low in your belly in a way that feels way inappropriate given the situation. As the long minutes drag by, you close your eyes and rest your forehead onto the cool leather backrest. Every so often Joshua lifts the machine to wipe away any excess ink and blood, and to plant soothing kisses beside the fresh ink as if to apologise for the pain and praise you for your strength at the same time. It’s strangely intimate𑁋letting him mark you like this, claim you like this.
Minutes slowly blur to an hour. The silence is filled mostly with Joshua updating you with the progress so far and checking in on you, the occasional sigh of discomfort from your lips when the needle hits a particularly sensitive spot on your spine, and his playlist now shifting to some smooth jazz (Sade, mostly). By the time the second hour hits, Joshua kills the machine for a short break, which gives you the opportunity to finally stretch from being stuck in the chair for so long.
“The head and neck are done,” he tells you, ditching the gloves and offering you some water. “How are you feeling?”
You extend your arms up to the ceiling, groaning at the sensitivity in your muscles.
“Stiff,” You admit hoarsely, rolling your shoulders carefully. “Burns like hell near my spine. But… I’m okay. I want to keep going.”
Joshua watches you with soft, attentive eyes as you take the glass of water from him. The sleeveless top he’s wearing clings to his frame from the warmth of the room. His gaze drifts down your bare torso and the redness of your skin from where the needle had been, lingering on the way your breasts move as you stretch, before flicking back up to your face.
His sweatpants are beginning to feel uncomfortably tight too, but he tries to ignore the feeling with an audible cough out of his throat. The professionalism is hanging on by a thread at this point. Because you’re still technically his ‘client’, despite the fact that you both sleep in the same bed together every day and he knows your mind and body by heart.
But you’re also his girlfriend… who is completely topless in front of him. So his thoughts are basically bound to go haywire.
“Alright, try to relax for me again, baby,” Joshua instructs, snapping on a fresh pair of gloves. He leans over you, close enough that the warmth of his body hits your skin, and presses a hand between your shoulder blades to guide you back into position. “You’re doing so good for me, you know that?”
The machine buzzes back to life, and the needle meets your skin once more with that delicious burn, causing an unconscious whimper to tumble out of you. The dragon’s body is thicker towards the middle of your back, but Joshua works his way down with steady and careful strokes, ink blooming beneath your skin like ribbons.
But you can sense the shift in him.
His breathing grows heavier with every involuntary sound you let out from the pain or how your back arches beautifully when a raw area is drawn over, brows furrowed together as he works in concentration, even if it’s fraying by each minute that passes.
When he finally reaches the tail-end of the dragon𑁋just above the waistband of your shorts and the swell of your ass𑁋the needle drags across the sensitive skin of your lower back, sending sharp sparks straight down your spine and between your legs. You can’t stop the soft, needy moan that escapes you this time.
“Colour?” Joshua asks, wiping away the excess ink.
A shaky breath leaves you, trying to steady yourself even if your body feels like it’s been set ablaze in the best and worst ways.
“Green… mostly,” You mutter in response. “It’s a lot on the lower back, but I can take it.”
Joshua hums in acknowledgement, offering a reassuring squeeze to your hip. You feel him shift on the stool beside you, his gloved hand roaming down your lower back and stopping just shy of the waistband of your shorts. One of his fingers slides underneath from behind to trace the sensitive skin there teasingly.
His warm breath fans against you, a smug smirk on his face that you can’t see but can definitely sense. “I can tell you’re wet for me, love.”
Heat instantly floods your cheeks, embarrassment crawling up your spine. “Shua…”
“Dirty girl,” he says with a low chuckle, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. “Getting turned on by me marking up your back, hm?”
You bite at your bottom lip hard in embarrassment, both mortified and aroused at the same time. The bastard knows you too well.
“I can’t help it,” You mumble shyly, refusing to look at him. “It feels good… especially with your hands on me.”
Joshua gives a playful snap to his gloves, causing you to flinch in the seat out of pure anticipation. God, it kills him to see how needy you are for him right now𑁋but he has a job to finish and he’s determined to do so. He’s blessed at being able to keep his patience afloat, most times to tease you more than anything; otherwise, he would have you bent over the chair right now.
“I still have the lower back to finish,” he reminds you, reluctantly pulling his hand away from you. “Think you can behave long enough for me to do it?”
You nod your head, even as you grind subtly into the chair for that small ounce of friction. You say yes, but you both know that’s a lie.
The machine whirs back to life instantly. When the sharp stick of the needle meets the sensitive skin of your lower back, your whole body reacts. The skin there is tender and sensitive after the long hours of being worked over. And the second Joshua drags another line across your lower back, your hips twitch up involuntarily as you fight to stay still. If today is only for the outline, you could only imagine how the shading process would be like.
“Breathe for me, love,” Joshua coos lightly, pausing for a minute. He flattens a hand to the curve of your waist to hold you down and rub circles on your skin. “Lower back is evil, I know. Just a little more.”
Easy for him to say.
You feel the vibrations of the machine travel straight through your pelvis. Your grip tightens around the leather backrest, breasts pressed flush against the chair as you try to breathe through the stinging fire licking up your spine.
“So pretty like this,” he praises absentmindedly as he draws out the cherry blossom petals. “Taking it so well for me, sweetheart…”
You can’t tell if the praise makes it better or worse. Worse, probably𑁋it sinks hotter into your skin than the needle does. You’re probably soaked as well. Embarrassingly so, since his hands have been on you the entire time, and the words that come out are in that familiar adoring tone he only uses in the bedroom with you. You’re not sure if what you’re feeling is pain or need anymore.
Joshua knows it too. His low chuckle vibrates through the quiet room as he continues the final outlines on the cherry blossoms right where the tail curls.
After what feels like a literal eternity, the machine is finally killed off for the last time, and the room falls into a strange kind of silence with the exception of your ridiculously heavy breathing. The relief is immediate when the needle is away from your burning skin, but the desperate ache between your thighs continues to throb. You near the loud snap of Joshua removing his latex gloves and rolling his stool back to retrieve the aftercare supplies.
Joshua takes his precious time wiping away what remains of the excess ink over your inflamed skin. After everything is pat dry, he applies a final layer of soothing ointment, before slowly rolling on the second skin, pressing it down with careful palms from the nape of your neck all the way to the curve of your lower back. The cool, transparent film material settles protectively over the fresh dragon and cherry blossoms, sealing them in.
The moment he’s done, you hear him lean back on the stool, just staring at you𑁋and his work𑁋for a long minute. You lift your head to glance at him over your shoulder.
He looks completely wrecked. There’s some exhaustion there obviously, fatigue sitting directly beneath his eyes from all the long hours of concentration. But the heat in his gaze is unmistakable.
“Are you gonna say something or just stare at me forever?” You ask him with a sly look.
Joshua blinks as if you pulled him out of a trance.
“God, come here, love,” he urges, and before you can respond, he’s pulling you by the arms and leading you towards the large mirror in the corner of the room.
He positions you right in front of the mirror, standing behind you with his hands resting on your hips. The fairy lights cast a warm glow across your skin, almost making the second skin on your back shimmer faintly.
“Look,” Joshua whispers hotly, spinning you gently so your back is visible in the reflection. “Look at what we made together.”
Your breath catches in your throat when you catch sight of the tattoo for the very first time. The dragon coils elegantly down your spine as if it had always belonged there. Cherry blossom branches and petals drift along its body like they’re caught in a permanent spring breeze. The head rests between your shoulder blades while the tail disappears low near the waistband of your shorts. It looks almost alive.
“Shua…” You breathe, unable to find the proper words from how stunned you are as you peer back up at him. “It’s beautiful.”
Joshua nuzzles his nose into your hair, inhaling you in, before tilting his head slightly so that his mouth barely grazes your neck.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, gliding his hands up your sides, stopping short of your breasts. “It’s more than beautiful, love. It’s perfect on you.”
A kiss to your neck severs any kind of response you could say, stealing the words right off your tongue and replacing it with a soft, trembling breath. Joshua smiles against your skin, pulling more shaky sighs out of you as he kisses his way down to your collarbone.
When he pulls away, your eyes lock together. In the small space between your bodies, you can feel the hours of lingering tension, pain, pride, and need. Joshua’s gaze is dark, full of love and unbridled hunger. You only have to flick your attention down to his lips once before he’s on you.
Joshua’s mouth crashes onto yours, fueled by the desperation that’s been simmering for the past few hours. His tongue slides against yours like he’s trying to taste every sound of discomfort and pleasure that left you. You moan softly into his mouth as your hands tangle up in his dark hair, his arms sliding around you to pull you closer but ensuring to not put any pressure on your freshly tattooed back. You can feel how hard he is through his sweatpants.
“Careful, beautiful,” he breathes against your lips, even as he walks you backward until the backs of your knees collide with the client chair. “It’s still fresh. I’m not ruining my best work because I can’t keep my hands off you.”
But the way he’s kissing you says otherwise. And the way his fingers wander underneath your shorts to cup your clothed pussy says otherwise, too.
“I need you, Shua,” You mutter breathlessly, hands sliding underneath his sleeveless top as you feel his fingers glide through your soaked folds. “Please… want you inside me.”
Joshua groans at your pleads, exhaling harshly through his nose.
“God, how can I ever deny you?” he rasps darkly, guiding you around so that your chest is braced up against the side of the chair. “Keep that pretty back arched for me, baby.”
You obey instantly, folding forward and resting your forearms on the seat. The position leaves you shamelessly exposed for him, your back arching beautifully so that he has the perfect sight of the dragon tattoo from behind.
Joshua’s breath catches. “Fuck, just like that…”
You hear the rustle of fabric as he finally pushes his sweatpants and boxers down his thighs. Then you feel him drag down your lounge shorts in one smooth motion, letting them pool at your ankles. He steps up behind you, one hand smoothing up the back of your thigh while the other kneads at the soft flesh of your hip, thumb brushing just beneath the edge of the second skin.
He leans in to plant open-mouthed over the untouched skin of your back, his hardened cock nudging teasingly at your entrance. The heat of his breath ghosts across your spine as he drags his lips slowly upward.
“Still okay?” he whispers, voice rough yet still tainted with that familiar tenderness that makes your chest ache. “Tell me if anything hurts, love.”
You subtly grind yourself back against him, aching for more. He grips your hips even more tightly at the contact.
“I’m okay,” You reassure him, voice trembling with need. “Want all of you, Shua… please.”
Joshua presses one more lingering, grateful kiss to the centre of your upper back right beside the dragon’s head as if to silently say thank you, before slowly pushing the thick head of his cock inside your soaked entrance. The two of you moan softly at the familiarity of your bodies joining together. His bare chest leans protectively over your body, close enough that you feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your back.
He slowly enters you inch by inch, letting you feel every ridge and vein inside until his hips are flush against your ass. A shared, breathy moans from the two of you travels through the quiet apartment. He stays still for a long moment, just to savour the feeling of being perfectly connected with you and to let you adjust. One of his arms wraps gently around your waist to rest a warm palm over your stomach as he continues to worship attention to every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth.
Then he starts to move𑁋unhurried deep thrusts that drags his cock alongside your sensitive walls. His hand on your stomach lowers until they’re between your legs, fingers seeking your clit and running through your wetness to bring that added pleasure. You push back against him, desperate for more, but he keeps the pace torturously steady.
“Take it easy, sweetheart,” Joshua murmurs against the shell of your ear. “Don’t move too much. Let me take care of you.”
His free hand tantalisingly traces the edge of the second skin. The sight of his art on your spine while he fucks you spurs him on even further. With a guttural groan, he starts to pick up the pace, still mindful of your back but unable to hold himself back completely. The wet sounds of your bodies mixes in with your broken whimpers, each thrust sending thrilling flames of pain and pleasure down your body.
You grip the leather chair even tighter, your back arching deeper instinctively. “Shua𑁋right there𑁋fuck𑁋”
Joshua curses under his breath. He angles his hips slightly to kiss that particular spot that makes your vision blur, his fingers moving on your clit even faster.
“That’s it,” he praises thickly in that low, filthy register you love, giving an encouraging squeeze to your ass. “Let me hear you, love. You took my needle so fucking well… and now you’re taking my cock just as pretty. Been thinking about this every single minute I was marking you.”
His words make you clench tightly around him, drawing a deep groan out of his chest. His hips begin to snap harder into you, causing your head to helplessly fall onto the cool leather of the chair as he continues fucking you from behind. Every thrust sends your breasts crushing harder into the chair, nipples aching from the friction.
You’re so embarrassingly close already from the hours of teasing, the needle’s sting, and his cock driving in and out of you at a relentless rhythm.
“My perfect canvas… my masterpiece…” he murmurs possessively against your skin, sending another rush of heat through you. “All mine to mark, to worship, and fuck.”
When your legs start to shake, Joshua notices it immediately, responding by rubbing more tighter circles on your clit, exactly how you like it. His own rhythm starts to falter as he feels himself nearing the edge as well, but he doesn’t dare slow down. He wants𑁋no, craves𑁋to see you fall apart while his art is still fresh on your back.
“Shua𑁋shit𑁋I’m close, so close𑁋” You pant hoarsely, feeling the coil in your stomach wind tighter and tighter.
“Yeah?” he asks, teeth grazing over your shoulder. “Cum on my cock, baby. You’re squeezing me so good𑁋come on, sweetheart𑁋”
That’s all it takes.
Your orgasm crashes into your hard, a broken sob of his name tearing out of your throat as your walls pulse around him. The pleasure and fiery pain ripping through your body only heightens your release even stronger. Joshua’s hips stutter against you, his fingers working through you to draw every last sigh until you’re sensitive and gasping.
When the last hints of your orgasm fades, he finally lets himself go as well, burying himself deep inside of you with a short-winded grunt. His forehead drops onto the slick skin of your shoulder, his chest rising and falling heavily against you.
Neither of you move for a while, only listening to one another’s ragged breathing as you both come down from your intense releases together. Joshua reaches down to intertwine his hand with yours that’s been gripping the chair so tautly.
“You okay?” he asks breathlessly while caressing a tender finger over your hip bone with his free hand. “Does anything hurt?”
You let out a shaky, yet contented chuckle. “Everything burns a little, but… it’s good. Really good.” You give a reassuring squeeze to his hand. “Mmmh… you’re insatiable.”
Joshua hums in relief. “You’re the insatiable one, my love. Have you seen yourself? And we still have to do the shading𑁋how am I supposed to hold myself back for that?”
Your cheeks flare up at his words, causing you to smack him playfully on the rear, but he retaliates with a tender kiss to the side of your neck. Then he cautiously pulls out of you, the two of you hissing at the sensitivity. He helps you straighten up before spinning you around to give you a proper kiss on the lips, bringing that shy giggle out of you that he adores so much when he draws back.
He angles your body slightly to check the second skin on your back, making sure it’s secure.
“Everything looks good,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s going to heal so beautifully on you. I’ll make sure of it.”
You grin up at him with hazy eyes. “I know you will.”
As he helps you back into your shirt and puts on his own clothes, he leads you to your shared bedroom. Now that the healing process has started, he knows he can’t wait to see how it’ll look entirely completed in its beauty𑁋when he can run his fingertips over it without worry, and maybe, just maybe, when he can pin you down into the sheets and worship his work on you once again.
Because you still have to get through the shading sessions.
