griptape (will be uploaded on new account @whenitscoldout )
(includes smut, fluff, angst)
pairing: skater!hwang hyunjin x (f) reader | skater!yang jeongin x (f) reader | ft. ot6 skz(?)
warnings: hyunjin is kind of an ass in the beginning, injuries revolving skateboarding, fights, mentions of blood, slight sexism, (smut warnings will be included in later chapters)
chapter 01 | chapter 02 | chapter 03 |
(future chapters?)
griptape is the part of a skateboard that is rough on the outside, but it’s use is to keep you from falling off of your board .
your best friend jeongin takes you to the skatepark after teaching you how to get on a skateboard and do some tricks so that you don’t look stupid and like a “poser” when you actually go to the skatepark, he takes you there and a guy with a familiar face is there skating as a crowd watches him in awe. one of jeongin’s skater friends which you didn’t get the chance to get to know since he was quite intimidating.
he comes up to you and jeongin to say hi to his *male* friend but when he sees you, you see how rude and stuck up this guy really is and you don’t know why anyone would like him... well...at least that’s what you thought for now...
after a few more trips to the skatepark, hyunjin begins to question your “relationship” as he slowly starts to, in his big ego’s words...”hate you less.”
this is such a good request. wow i got a little carried away, sorry.
my masterlist is here 💕
genre: smut
pairing: hyunjin x fem reader
word count: ~1.5k
warnings: pet names (angel, baby, baby girl, little one) established relationship dom/sub dynamics, orgasm denial, creampie
see, this might just be my thoughts, but i can’t picture hyunjin as a hard dom. not like chan or minho. but that doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t punish you if you were being a brat. he would just be softer about it. no physical punishments like spanking (chan i’m looking at you) but i think he would go more for orgasm denial.
“angel, i thought i told you i needed to finish this painting?” he looks over at you, paintbrush still poised in his hand, little bits of paint on his knuckles and his cheeks.
he did in fact tell you about ten minutes ago that he wanted to finish his painting and then he would play with you. but you just couldn’t wait that long. so you went into his studio again.
“jinnieee” you pouted. he turned to face you, clear agitation adorning his features, but he was always so patient with you.
“love, i understand you’re needy right now. and i promise, i will help you. i would love to help you. but if i dont finish this painting right now, i will loose the flow. it won’t look right if i try to finish it later. it will be ruined.”
you looked down at your feet, feeling scolded.
“is that what you want? to ruin my painting?”
you shook your head no.
“okay then. now run along, sweet girl. go play your game and i’ll be done before you know it.” he turned back to his painting, fully expecting you to listen. you were always so good for him. but what he didn’t expect was for you to disobey.
“no.” you muttered to the floor.
he turned back around. “what was that, angel?” he asked, giving you a tone that implied do you know what you’re getting into?
“i-i said no.” your voice is a little firmer now.
“that’s what i thought you said, baby.” he put his paintbrush down on the edge of the easel and stood. he approached you slowly, his hair pulled back in a ponytail with a few pieces escaping the tie and tickling his face. he looked down at you. “look at me.” you hesitated too long for his liking, so he grabbed your cheeks in between his thumb and the rest of his fingers, forcing your face up to him. he was firm, but not enough to hurt you. “are you needy, baby?” he asked.
you nodded the best you could in his grip.
“you want me to touch you so bad you couldn’t wait a few more minutes?”
again you nodded.
“needy little brat, aren’t you?” before you had time to answer, he pushed you gently, so you fell back onto the couch. he pushed your skirt up, and pulled your panties down, discarding them on the floor. he stared at your pussy, dripping with arousal. “so wet, angel.” he came up and kissed your lips softly, kissed your jaw, and your neck. kissed the little bit of your exposed tummy, kissed your hips. you were breathing erratically now, the anticipation of his lips getting closer and closer to where you needed him most. he kissed your inner thigh, his breath fanning across your dampness, giving you goosebumps.
“touch yourself.” he says. “show me how wet you are, baby. let me hear it.”
you slowly reach down and run your fingers through your slick. the wet noises fill the room.
“there you go, sweet girl. now touch your little clitty for me. rub it in little circles.” you do as he says, soft whimpers falling from your mouth. “you’re doing so well, listening to me now.” he says. you nod at his statement. “you need to listen to me all of the time.” he says. “not just when it’s convenient for you. you’re mine. do you understand me?”
oh he’s mad. you felt awkward, rubbing your clit while he was scolding you. but it felt so good.
“i said, do you understand me?” he asked again. you nodded. “words, little one.”
“ye-yes. i- i understand.”
“good.” his features soften and he gives you a little smile. “now keep rubbing your little pussy baby. you can put a finger in if you want.”
you take one of your fingers and tease your hole, slowly sliding it inside, moaning softly. “don’t hold back, baby girl. let me hear those pretty moans.”
you moaned louder for him, pumping your finger in and out while your other hand rubbed circles on your swollen bud.
“there you go baby. so wet for me, huh? keep going.” he encourages. “but don’t you dare cum.”
“but-“ you begin to argue.
“you heard me, little one. do not cum until i tell you to. okay?”
“okay..” you agree.
he stands up, you can see the outline of his dick in his pants. he’s hard as a rock. your mouth waters. but he slowly walks back over to his easel and sits down, picking up the paintbrush and dipping it in the paint. you whine in protest.
“don’t whine at me. you did this to yourself.” he focused on the painting, swirling the colors together on the canvas.
you stayed like that for what felt like ages. but in reality it was probably only five or ten minutes. but that’s a long time when you’re practically edging yourself. your hand is covered in your mess, the couch cushions too. you’re so close that you feel like if the air conditioning kicked on and caused a breeze across your cunt, you would loose it. hyunjin could tell by your moans that you were close.
“don’t cum, sweetheart. you don’t have permission.” he warned. you kept going, not wanting to stop when it felt this good.
“baby, i’m warning you.” but still you kept going.
“stop.” he said, calmly, still painting.
you didn’t listen. he turned to face you. “i said stop.” he raised his voice at you a little then and you immediately stopped. he never yelled at you.
“you will learn to listen to me. apparently i’ve been too easy on you.” he turns back to the painting. “now, i’m almost done. just a few more minutes. you just lay there.”
you did as he asked, not wanting to be yelled at again. tears were brimming your eyes, from the unreleased pressure inside you, and from being scolded. you didn’t mean to make him mad, you just want him so badly. your chest was heaving, sweat coated your skin, your pussy clenched and squeezed around nothing. you watched him, his toned back and arms flexing as he moved the brush across the canvas, his tank top doing nothing to hide him from you.
“there.” he said, finally. he placed his brush down and stood, surveying his work. “i think it turned out good, don’t you?” he asked.
you couldn’t answer him. you couldn’t form words, your brain was mush that only wanted him and to cum. he turned to face you and approached slowly. he ran his fingertips up your inner thigh slowly, teasingly.
“good girl, baby.” he praised. “are you going to listen to me from now on? or should i start on my next painting?” he reached for an empty canvas propped against the wall.
“no!” you practically yelled. “please, jinnie.”
he chuckled. “okay, baby.” he kissed your lips, running his hand down your body, using his long fingers to prod at your entrance. “so wet and ready for me.” he whispered. “you want my cock, sweetheart?” he asked.
“yes.” you gasped. “yes, please.”
“apologize for being a brat.” he says. “apologize and promise you won’t do it again.” he slides his middle finger all the way inside you. you moan out loudly, panting, gripping the couch cushions.
“i’m sorry, jinnie. i’m so sorry. please. i promise i’ll listen. i promise i’ll be good. please. ple—“ your begging was cut short as he thrust his cock into you. when did he take it out of his pants? when did he position himself at your entrance. you didn’t know, you didn’t care, your body was overrun with pleasure.
“you can cum now, little one. cum on my cock.” he didn’t have to tell you twice. you exploded around him, pussy clenching and convulsing uncontrollably. tears running down your cheeks as your vision went dark.
“there you go, baby. good girl.” he said, before one last thrust as he released inside you. he stilled, not ranting to overstimulate you, rubbing your thighs sweetly.
“come back to me, angel.” he said softly. you opened your eyes slowly. he was kneeling in between your legs, his softening cock still inside you. he was drenched in sweat. he pushed his hair out of his eyes, his ponytail having come loose at some point. “there she is.” he smiles.
he slowly pulls out and you wince at the loss of him. he leans down and kisses your forehead gently. “let’s go get cleaned up.” he says against your skin. you smile a tired smile and agree with him. you don’t think you will be disagreeing with him ever again, or at least not anytime soon.
my love can you create a post with prn links w/ jisung or skz members? 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
nsfw x links | stray kids edition
🚫: links below contain 18+ content.
🗒️ : here you go, lovie! i added a few more for jisung too so dw! 😙
[link] having you on chan’s thigh was one of his favorite acts to do whenever you arrive in his home with his step daughter in hand, fucking you behind her back.
[link] most of the time, minho likes to tease you by making you rub your pussy against his dick, not letting you sink yourself down on him.
[link] as someone who is bigger than you, changbin just likes to have you underneath him, caging you as he’s fucking you dumb.
[link] one thing about hyunjin is that he likes to watch you ride him, eyes fixated on your huge tits as they bounced at every move you do.
[link] when han filmed you on his laptop, he immediately made it into a gif so he could watch it over and over again.
[link] when han is feeling subby, he lets you do things on your own ways.
[link] whenever han is acting naughty, you put him in his place by milking him dry.
[link] when felix is feeling a little bored, he simply slips himself inside of you whilst you’re busy on the nintendo, letting felix use you however he liked.
[link] things got rough for you and seungmin whenever he always comes home late and tired, that’s why you two settle for pleasing each other by touching and feeling each other.
[link] sometimes jeongin just needs one bratty act from you and that always results to him fucking you.
minho who's an intimidating & cutthroat executive but also your loving husband?? imagine one day that you get home from work and dress up because he said he was going to take you out on a date. you even put on the red lipstick that drives him crazy because he likes to mess it up for you... and you're hoping the night will end just like that.
but then as you're literally pulling your heels on minho texts you saying he's not going to be able to make it since he has back-to-back meetings that he can't get out of. maybe before you'd let it go, but not now, after him bailing on you so many times- you're actually furious and ready to teach him a lesson.
so you drive over to the company building, and of course security doesn't bat an eye when you stomp past the front desk... they know better than to stop the CEO's wife.
you let yourself into his ridiculously gigantic office, where's our fave workaholic is talking to someone in a zoom meeting on his computer. immediately, minho notices you, eyes widening in surprise, but he keeps his business mask on, continuing to speak even though he's secretly wondering what you'll do.
i'm curious to see what you think will happen next :)
idek what i was doing with this. i had this thought lingering in the back of my mind for a while & i didn't know what to do with it LOL
so i got a bit.... uh.... carried away with this OOPS. um. yeah. so. if it was not clear, i have a huge soft spot for minho & also i love dry humping. so. enjoy !!!! WARNINGS -- dry humping, reader is upset with minho for like a second, one instance of the word asshole directed at minho (instant regret & apologizing), kissing, some swearing, 1.6 k words !!! (so sorry) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ ONLY
Minho was always sweet to you—always kind and loving and doting. He didn’t raise his voice, he was never cruel, he made dinner for you almost every night, and he never let you go to bed angry. Minho was always sweet. To you. To the employees he was in charge of at his company… not so much. They didn’t see the sweet gentle side of your husband that you did.
He wouldn’t ever let them see that side of him. So he had to be the one who put in extra hours even when he didn’t want to. He had to make the tough decisions even when it made him seem harsh or unfair. And he would never, ever let them see the tender side of himself that he showed to you. Which meant that his employees could only ever perceive Minho to be cold, hard, uncaring. You heard the whispers whenever you visited him.
“Why do you let them think that about you?” You’d asked one time.
He’d just shrugged and smirked at you. “I don’t care what they think about me. It doesn’t matter. As long as you know what I’m really like, that’s all that matters to me.”
You admired his hardworking nature, the dedication he showed to his work. And he did like the work that he did, not only because it helped him to provide a good life for both of you but because he really felt like he was actually doing something to make a difference. So you would support him. You kept your mouth shut when, last minute, he worked extra hours—staying out late at the office. You didn’t complain when he had to plan team dinners and attend them even when he promised to spend time with you.
At least, you didn’t used to. But things were changing. Things had to change. You couldn’t do it anymore. You missed him. He planned a special date for the two of you to make up for being gone so much recently, so you decided you would tell him then. But of course, he canceled that too.
“That’s it,” you grumbled, pulling on your second shoe (something you’d be in the middle of doing when you got his text message that he was staying late again). “If he loves the company so much, I’ll just have to go to him.”
When you stomped through the foyer of the building, well after the time it was closed, none of the security officers stopped you. You were well known by everyone there as Minho’s wife. You were well liked by everyone (people often commented on how they couldn’t understand how you ended up with someone as cold as Minho, but you ignored them because you knew that wasn’t really who he was).
No one else was in the office. You felt a little uneasy walking through the office space with all the lights off, but you could see the light in Minho’s ridiculously large office which only fueled the fire in your belly. Everyone else is gone and you’re still here in your stupid office instead of taking me to dinner and fucking me into the mattress after.
You shook your thoughts away and pushed the door to Minho’s office open. At first you just stood in the doorway glaring at him. He was talking on his Zoom meeting and when the door opened, he looked up at you with almost imperceptibly widened eyes. Of course, he was a professional, so anyone watching through the screen would never know that anything was off.
You were angry, but you did feel a little bad for interrupting his meeting so you closed the door softly behind you and sat in the chair across from his desk, still glaring furiously at him. As soon as his portion of the Zoom meeting was over, he excused himself, claiming an emergency, and left the call. Of course now he says he has an emergency and has to leave the meeting.
You scoffed and crossed your arms, looking away from him. He frowned. He didn’t like when you were upset, especially when it was him you were upset with. “What’s wrong? Clearly you’re upset. Come on, use your words.”
“You were really going to bail on our date? Again?” You asked. You’d intended to be firm, to show him how upset you were, but your voice just came out sad and… kind of meek. Your anger was ebbing away now that he was in front of you and you could see how tired he was.
His face softened a little and he looked… guilty. Good. He sighed and motioned for you to come closer to him. You stood and walked toward him, slowly, settling on his lap and leaning your head on his shoulder. His voice was soft when he spoke. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t want to. But it was a really important investor for us. Nobody else could stay to do it. I… I thought you would understand. You’ve never said anything before…”
“I know you’re working hard, and I get that, I do. I support you! I always will, but…” Your throat felt tight as you spoke. You hadn’t realized how much his absence had been affecting you. “I just miss you. And I was really excited about tonight. I thought we would finally get to go out to dinner after so long and I… I was hoping maybe we could, like, I don’t know, make love or something too.”
You mumbled the last part, suddenly shy about the things you desired. His eyes widened again and then he was smirking. “Oh. You want me, hm? Could’ve just asked sweetheart. You know I’d give you everything.”
“No, it’s,” you shook your head, looking away from him. “It’s embarrassing.”
He clicked his tongue, fingers stroking over your sides. “Oh, come on, princess. Tell me what you want from me. I might just give it to you.”
That’s how you found yourself straddling him, leaning in to kiss his neck and tangle your fingers in his hair. You didn’t care that security could walk in on you (they wouldn’t—they knew better than to go back there when you and minho were together), you only cared about Minho. You didn’t feel that angry anymore. Or that sad. You just felt kind of achy between your legs—needy for him.
“You still haven’t told me what you want, sweetheart.”
You whined, kissing his neck again. “Want you. Always want you. You never have time for me anymore. I miss you—need you.”
Your resolve had faded pretty quickly when you felt how hard he was beneath you—when he started calling you sweet names and holding you close to him. Minho hummed at your answer, fingers squeezing into your sides to get you to look at him. His eyes were dark, pupils blown.
“Yeah? Work for it, then.”
Minho was always sweet to you. That didn’t mean he was always gentle. He wanted you to feel good more than anything. If you wanted him to leave hickeys or finger-shaped bruises on your thighs, he would. If you wanted him to throw you around a little he would. But he would always be sweet about it. You want him to call you mean names? Okay, but you’re still his baby, and he’ll make sure you always know.
“Minho, I’m—I-I can’t—”
“I know,” he murmurs, kissing behind your ear. “Oh, it’s so hard for you, isn’t it?”
You whimpered, moving your hips a little. “N-No, I…”
“It’s not hard? Then why aren’t you moving?” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Sh-shut up, asshole,” you mumbled, trying to move your hips and prove him wrong. He squeezed your hips, holding you still.
“What did you call me?”
You blinked slowly and then your eyes widened and you shook your head. “I-I didn’t mean to, Min, I’m sorry.”
“Mm,” he hummed and his grip loosened. That seemed to be enough for him. Maybe he was as desperate for you as you were for him.
You were grinding more consistently against him and he was helping you. You dropped your head into the crook of his neck. “Missed you. Missed this. Can you please come home more?”
His heart felt like it was breaking—actually breaking. He hadn’t realized just how much his absence had been affecting you too. He hadn’t meant for it to get like this. He loved you. He just wanted to work hard so he could give you the life you deserved—so you could be happy. He realized, though, that you were always happiest when you were in each other’s arms.
“Yeah, sweetheart.” He whispered, throwing his head back a little and rutting his hips into you. “‘M sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to make you sad. Gonna come home earlier, okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded against him. You couldn’t think straight. You were panting as you got closer and closer to your high. Minho was close too. You could tell because he was having a harder time holding back and letting you do all the work.
“You gonna cum, sweetheart?” You whined in response and he brushed some of your hair out of your face, watching you with that fondness reserved just for you. He smiled a little. “God, me too. Cum with me?”
“‘K-Kay,” you gasped, moving desperately. “I’m cumming, Min—”
He groaned into your hair, holding you impossibly close to him as you finished together. You collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily. His hand stroked up and down your back. “Let’s go home now, yeah? Let me make you feel good in our bed.”
“Please,” you whimpered, looking up at him. “Please take me home.”
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a/n: skz are ur bsf's so 🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️ this was requested and I'm soo sorry anon for it being so late. Oh and I decided to do a female reader because I don't write male!reader x skz but I made the female a tomboy (I'm a tomboy 🙃) hope ya enjoy!
Bang Chan
He heard you talking about it to your best friend and ever since that day he could not stop thinking about it. It started with him just giving you small compliments just to see your confused and shy face. So that's how you ended up here, on his bed, face against the pillows as he rammed into your leaking cunt, pulling orgasm out of orgasm.
“Such a dirty little thing huh?”
Lee Know
STOP HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE JUST FOUND OUT WHEN DAY WHEN HE CALLED YOU A GOOD GIRL. Gets off to the fact that you like it when he praises you. Purposely praises you because he likes to see you stutter and rub your thighs together, knowing it's because of him. He decided to fuck you in the kitchen, purposely praising to get you to clench.
“Don't be a brat otherwise I won't be so nice.”
Changbin
Brain malfunctioning. He didn't even say it he just found out during a game of never have I ever. You admitted to having a praise kink, chugging down the beer as he looked at you in shock, having just learnt something new about his best friend. My boy couldn't sleep that night cause he was so pent up about it. Ended up hearing your masterbate so he offered to help you cum, by praising you.
“P-prettiest cunt taking me in so well.”
Hyunjin
Let's just say you were fwb and he found out when he called you a good girl and you whined, your orgasm approaching faster which made him speechless (All I know is I won't go speechless!) Uses it to his advantage now and he won't stop praising you. Even if your being a brat he'd degrade you, but he'd still praise you just to see your flushed cheeks and squirming figure underneath him.
“Yes baby, your taking me so well, so fucking good to me.”
idk if you've heard about it but there's this thing called a switch party
a girl and a boy go the location together
tens of people go, all as pairs because that's the rule
the girls stay in the cars and the guys go inside the house
they put their car keys in a box, someone mixes them up and then every guy takes a random key
goes to whichever car (and girl) they get
basically, they fuck
I have never heard of this but why does it remind me of their exchange island episode on YouTube?? but I wanna one up you on something!!
you're the one waiting in the car, and the boys have to draw sticks to see who gets to go first fucking you. I think it'd be pretty diplomatic at first, but Felix might convince someone to switch places with him, seungmin would say 'fuck the rules' and just run to the car before anyone could stop him. ugh maybe they'd be looking through the window of the car to watch you get fucked while pumping their cocks ohhh yeah I see it
My mind has been busy all morning thinking about breathplay with Hyunjin.
He knows you love it and he loves it just as much. He always likes to do it and catch you by surprise, watching your pretty eyes roll back in your head while you gasp for him.
He currently had you on the bed, on your stomach, roughly fucking into you as you were pinned beneath his weight. He reaches up, hand tangling in your hair as he grips, giving a swift pull to bring your head back. Hearing your moans and cries only makes his hips roll faster, pleasure overwhelming him. His free hand slips around to your front as he leans close, slender fingers locking around your throat, squeezing the sides.
"Fuck" you gasp, the delicious yet sadistic act making you push back onto him. He smirks and licks the shell of your ear.
"Dirty girl. You just love the thought of me controlling everything for you, even your breathing" he chuckled lowly, "could take it all away if I wanted, yanno..?" He trailed, sneakily moving the hand from your hair.
"H-hyunnie, pl-" you begin to beg but suddenly, you're cut off. His now free hand cups around your nose and mouth, blocking off all air for you. You groan against his hand, body shaking at this point.
"Be a good toy for me and I'll think about letting you breathe again. Understood?"
He's the type of guy to moan with you as you come. I just know it. As soon as he feels you start to spasm around his cock, he's more fucked out than you are.
"s-sungie, I'm gonna come." You say, as you feel his thrust begin to quicken. "okay." He says as he nods his head erratically. You let out almost a pornographic moan as you come, one that jisung thinks an angle would sound like. He's so focused on what is coming out of your mouth to realize what's coming out of his. When he starts to slowly pull out (whining as he does) he sees the adorable but teasing grin on your lips. "What?" He asks "you sounded like a whore jisung." You say teasingly, grinning even more when you see the blush rise onto his cheeks "shut up" he mumbles, hiding his face with his hands.
a/n: my answer to the which member can deep throat your strap the best. it’s chan. the answer is always chan. afab!reader. <1k. smut - minors DNI.
that chan loved being pegged wasn’t exactly a secret - it was written all over his face, his body language and his stature and the way he held himself. he knew what he wanted and was never afraid to ask you for it when he needed it.
that he was asking you to gag him on your strap, though? that came as a bit of a shock.
he had gotten down on his knees in front of you, kissing your thigh and asking with his eyes peeking through his lashes, making it impossible to say no. not that you would have, when even the idea of him choking on your cock was enough to send you into a dizzy spiral.
leaving him kneeling on the floor while you undress and hook the strap up to your hips was so hard. his eyes followed you out of the room, already hazy in submission as he waited so patiently for you. he was nothing if not a good boy, knowing his instructions even though you hadn’t said anything to him.
when you get back, wearing just your bra and panties and the strap, he’s kneeling in the same place, shifting back and forth like he can’t help himself. there’s a growing bulge in his pants that he ignores, knowing that he won’t get what he wants if he touches himself without asking.
he’s biting at his bottom lip, and when you finally approach him and cup his face gently in your hand he relaxes his mouth. his lips are reddened and wet, plump and already so wrecked - he looks divine like this.
“hungry?” you tease him, and he nods and nuzzles his cheek into your hand, his eyes fluttering back and forth between your face and the dildo that’s so close to his mouth. you let him have that one moment of comfort before you tighten your grip on his chin, thumb digging into the flesh of his cheek. “open.”
it’s a simple order, and he follows it beautifully. he opens his mouth, tongue lolling out as he makes a noise of excitement. his mouth is so wet, drool pooling up with every passing second that he keeps it open. you rest the tip of your strap on his tongue and he immediately closes his lips around it, suckling at it while he looks up at you.
only he could make this look so innocent.
you push in a bit further, feeling when he starts to tense up a bit. you move your hand to his hair, scratching at his scalp a bit to relax him, and your cock slides into his throat with little to no resistance. his eyes flutter closed as he swallows around you.
you pop out of his mouth, keeping your grip on his hair when he tries to follow you.
“my good boy,” you coo at him and he blushes under your attention, redness creeping up from his neck to his ears. “made for this, weren’t you?”
“yes,” he rasps out, clearing his throat a bit.
you’re a little breathless just from watching him. even though you felt none of the sensation, the way he looked under you was absolutely mesmerizing. you wish you could immortalize him like this, pliant on his knees with his swollen, red lips, just for you.
he shuffles his body closer to yours, slotting himself between your legs so his crotch was pressed up against your ankle. he looks up at you again, a silent question in his eyes.
“go ahead, baby,” you tell him, and without missing a beat he’s grinding against your leg and choking himself on your strap again. his hands wander up your legs until they’re secured behind your thighs, keeping you pressed to him as he chases his release.
crystalline tears were forming under his lashes, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he would look like with mascara and eyeliner trailing down his cheeks.
another time.
you push a little farther into his mouth, and he gurgles around your cock, sending pangs of went through your entire body.
“god, you’re such a slut,” you pant out, just as affected as you would be if he has his lips wrapped around your clit. he looks up at you with wide, wet eyes, and you can see his throat spasm around the silicone as he digs his fingers further into your thighs.
he rocks his body against your foot, pushing himself further into your cock just so he could get off and it’s so sexy. he comes almost too quickly, spasming against you as he makes noises around you, muffled and indistinct.
he backs off and coughs, catching his breath before diving in for more and you can’t help yourself from falling to your knees in front of him before he could.
when you kiss him it’s a wet affair, strings of his spit connecting your lips together and it’s downright filthy but you don’t really care.
“you’re so good,” you mumble against his lips between kisses, petting every inch of him that you could reach. “you’re such a good boy, oh my god, i love you.”
“love you too,” he whispers through his wrecked throat. you jot down a mental note to make him some tea, later.
okay, HEAR ME OUT whiny chan. ik that he’s usually the dominate one but i could imagine his channie side coming out and him being so whiny n stuff while ur jerking and sucking him off
WHINY CHAN MAKES ME SO UGH!!! I started thinking about this when my friend who was just on the other side of the wall to where I has been was working out and let out a weak and exasperated whimper, I was like "THATS WHAT ANON MEANT!!" and grabbed my computer and started writing. I'm thinking that sexually frustrated and overall tired Channie. SORRY IF THIS IS SHITTY OR NOT GRAMMATICALLY ACCURATE I'M DUMB <3
CONTENT WARNING: Smut, jerking off, cum swallowing, sucking off, swears, pet names & nicknames (baby, babe, sweetie, my love), degrading (a little bit), oral (m. receiving), orgasm, handjob, I think that's everything.
GENERAL INFO: established relationship, roommates, reader's features and name are not mentioned or only gently mentioned <3
DISCLAIMER: This story is purely FICTION. It is not a depiction of persons living or dead. I am by no means saying that any of this could/should/would happen to anyone, nor am I saying that these people could/should/would do these things. It's basically a faceclaim for a fictional person when I mention celebs, etc. It's called FAN FICTION because I am the fan writing fiction. Never take anything I write seriously. THANK YOU
This one's kinda short because I'm a failure I rushed it, but at least its content. Enjoy.
!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!
BANG CHAN SMUT - Hands aren't enough. word count: 689
"Fuck..." Chan groans quietly after he finishes himself on his hands.
You were home with him and able to help him get off, sure, but you were sitting at your computer working so much that he didn't get attention from you. He wanted to get off though,e so he took matters into his own hands.
Literally.
He exits the bathroom after a minute and walks into your shared bedroom, only wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt. His chest glistened with sweat as he walks in and lays on the bed, his hard still visible in his pants.
You turn in your rotating office chair to see Chan laying there, looking like a sweaty, tired, frustrated and extremely attractive mess. You notice the bulge in his pants quickly, shutting your computer and clicking your tongue. You sit beside him on the edge of the mattress with an amused smile.
"What's wrong, Channie? Your hands not as good as mine?" You ask with a sarcastic tone.
He only nods his head and lets out a weak hum in response.
"Mm...yeah..." is all he can make out. You chuckle lightly before you slide off the bed to kneel in front of him. He looks down at you, a small smile forming on his pouty lips.
It's not even a few minutes later that you have him practically crying while you slide your hands painfully slowly up and down his shaft.
"Fuck...baby, don't do this...please..." He whimpers, tears pricking the edges of his beautiful eyes.
You smirk up at him, his perfect and handsome features twisted into a face of pleasure and agony at the same time.
"Not yet...don't cum yet sweetie." You say with a smug smile.
You can feel his cock twitch in your palms, his tip an angry red as he's trying his hardest not to give in and let out messy cries and let himself cum. You press your tongue to his tip, taking about a third of his length into your mouth. He can't handle this much teasing. He lets out a louder cry.
"Ah! Baby please...please can I..." He tries to speak between moans and whines. His forehead glistens with sweat, his eyes screwed shut while his puffy lips hang slightly open.
"What a needy boy...crying because his hands weren't as good as mine. You couldn't even make yourself cum, could you?" You ask condescendingly while you take your mouth off his cock, quickly moving your hands up and down it again, then slowing down in an excruciating pattern.
He nods frantically, his hands gripping anything and everything around him. He grabs the bedsheets with a cry.
"N-no...no!" He whimpers again. "No I couldn't...I can't do it like you. Please just let me finish, stop this shit. I need you. Please, my love, please."
His begs are weak and desperate sounding as his breaths are heavy. His whines such music to your ears. You can't keep him in this torturous position for much longer.
You chuckle softly, now keeping your pace on his rock hard dick.
"You can't do anything, can you? Pathetic. Just cum then, cum for me and show me how much you love this."
You take him fully in your mouth, his cock twitching in your tight throat as he reaches down and grabs your hair. He bobs you up and down, jerking his hips here and there. In no time at all, you feel the familiar feeling of his warm cum run down your tongue while you hear his desperate moans of pure pleasure. You swallow as much as you can, sliding your lips down him and puckering your lips against his tip, resulting in a pop! as you smirk up at him.
His chest rises and falls in uneven and harsh breaths, his hands still gripping onto the sheets and duvet as if his life depended on it. His eyes open slightly, looking up at you with a soft sigh while you lean over the bed in front of him.
"Oh Channie. If you needed me you could've just told me. What do you need now? Need my pussy?"
Last day of the year has finally arrived and I couldnt be happier. In 2023 my game was turned from hard mode and set to nightmare mode. (The universe was like "you thought you had it tough, here, hold my beer…" 😆)
Therefore, considering everything, Im very proud of the things Ive managed to accomplish.
Im also so immensely grateful for the love and support from the wonderful people all around me, from my friends and family, coworkers and acquaintances, from my boss and all my lovely followers, from the wonderful people adoption my creatures, sharing and loking, from the ones believeing in me no matter what, and the ones that reached out even tho they didnt even know me, from all and everyone, and yes that includes you who read this right now. Im so very grateful to you! ❤️
From the bottom of my heart I wish you all a insanely happy and breathtakingly magical 2024. Lets decide it is going to be the best year we ever had! ✨️🌟✨️
Amos (SOLD) and I are sending you loads of love, strengh, miracles, joy and good vibes. Stay amazing, just as youve always been. HUGS!!!
i think we all agree that chan would love being called daddy. but that’s no secret. the thing he himself didn’t even know he loved is when you beg him to fuck a baby into you.
you’d be under him, looking up at him with big doe eyes. still shaking after your third orgasm of the night and chan wasn’t far behind.
« fuuuuck baby. pretty pussy’s gonna make me cum », he’s panting, his hips rocking into yours so fast.
« yeah daddy ? wanna cum for me ? you feel so good inside me, so big ». you were turning up the whininess in your voice because that’s how chan loved you: fucked out, needy and whiny.
« fuck yeah baby, daddy’s got so much cum for you »
« inside please daddy, need it. need you to breed me »
chan didn’t even have the chance to answer before he came inside your warm cunt, pushing himself as deep as he could with shaking legs and broken moans.
lee know
when you tell him it hurts
i truly think mimo would love to inflict pain on you in bed, if you asked for it. he’d get so smug about it, mocking you for begging him to slap you :-( i think he’d like the corrupting part of it too, cause you were such a shy girl when you two met, but now you’re begging him to hurt you while he’s practically pounding you into the mattress ! he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on though. you looked so pretty, cumming for him :-( his little pain slut
« fuck minho, hurts, s-so good-»
« it hurts? good. now take it. »
changbin
when you praise him
bin just wants to please his baby. he loves hearing how good he’s making you feel, how big and strong he is, how pretty he looks …
« yeah baby ? feels good ? is binnie treating this pussy right ? »
tell him how much you love his cock and how thick it feels inside you and he’ll cum in no time.
hyunjin
when you pull his hair and pull him into your pussy
i think hyunjin loves getting his hair pulled anytime during sex. but that paired with you grinding on his face and pulling him by his hair into your soaked pussy ? he’s floating. he’ll moan into your heat, and when you let go of his hair, he’ll even spit onto it to make it ever messier before diving in again
jisung
when you rough him up a bit
i’m a firm believer that jisung is always horny. his sex drive goes crazy. and so he loves when you initiate it. pin him against the wall by his hips and he’s already a moaning mess. pull him by the roots of his hair and bite his neck. push him down on the bed. choke him while you’re riding him. hold him down while sucking his cock so he can’t buck his hips. and if you’re a little mean ? yeah, he’s not lasting long.
felix
when you spank him
it started innocently. he’d sometimes gently slap your ass while walking past you, chuckling a little bit. so you decided to reciprocate. but instead of giggling and continuing on with what he was doing like you usually did, he let out the tiniest gaspy moan. this turned into you roughly grasping his ass while making out, him moaning into your mouth, and before you knew, he was on all fours on your bed, begging you to spank him again.
« please, please spank me again, feels too good- fuck »
it only took a few more spanks and you jerking his pretty cock hanging between his thighs and he was cumming all over the sheets.
seungmin
when you cry
he felt a little guilty after you both came down from your orgasms, but how could he when you looked so pretty crying for him ?
he was fucking you so deep, his long cock hitting your spot, rubbing your clit and telling you the filthiest things all while never letting you recover between orgasms. you didn’t even feel the tears rolling down your face at first, your eyes trained on seungmin’s seemingly stoic face. he didn’t think his dick could get harder, but when he saw what an incoherent, babbling, fucked out crying mess he had made you, he almost exploded on the spot.
« look at you, begging for my cock and crying when i give it to you. can’t take it ? it’s okay. it’s only making my dick harder. »
needless to say, seungmin would overstimulate you again if you were gonna cry so prettily for him
jeongin
when you squirt
jeongin knew you had a thing for his hands. you loved when they were all over you, squeezing your ass, loved sucking on his fingers. what you loved the most though, was his long, pretty fingers inside of you. the squelching noises so loud in the room, you were embarrassed, really. you fell apart so easily for his fingers.
he picked up the pace, his free hand coming to rest on your lower stomach and slightly pushing. his gaze was fixated on yours, tongue peeking out from between his plush lips as he was concentrating on keeping a fast pace, desperate to see you come undone on his fingers.
« you’re gonna squirt for me princess ? come on, just for me baby »
before you could even process what he’d said (squirting ??? you sure as hell had never squirted before and you even kind of thought i wasn’t a thing), your orgasm hit you. the skin all over your body simultaneously rising with goosebumps and feeling like it had been lit on fire. your legs felt numb, but they couldn’t stop shaking. you grabbed jeongin by his wrist to make him stop fucking you so hard with his fingers. it was all so much, you’d never came that hard before. his voice finally got to you, breaking through the ringing in your ears.
« fuck baby. that was so hot, i want to watch you squirt all over me again »
you looked down at where jeongin was, sitting back on his heels between your spread legs, his boxers and hands drenched, fingers dripping into the sheets before he stuck them in his mouth and started loudly sucking.
♡ Genre - Smut, slow(ish) and then boom porn - Strangers to lovers (non-idol)
♡ Word Count: 7.6k
♡ Summary: Welcome to Rockstar tattoo and piercing, where giving a beautiful stranger and eyebrow piercing can lead to the best fuck of your life.
♡ A/N: I started this as soon as photo's of Hyunjin with that damned eyebrow piercing came out. I am EXHAUSTED the horny took over, I'm ruined and now maybe you are too. 😭 I wanted to have this be a bit of a slow burn type of thing just so there could be some build up and longing ya know? I don't usually draw things out this long but I wanted to give it a shot. 💕Please enjoy it, I worked hard and I'd love to hear feedback. I also only lightly edited it for right now, I'll look over it again later! Gosh I'm exhausted. + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡
♡ Warnings: Pain slut Hyunjin, Descriptive piercing process, Biting, Hair pulling, Appearances by Lee Know, unprotected sex (safe sex is good. be safe ya'll) Oral (f&m receiving), nipple play (kinda? & not for too long + reader has nipple piercings)
✧ Masterlist ✧
“Hey, man. Welcome to Rockstar tattoo and piercing whatcha lookin for tonight?” Minho, your ex and fellow co-owner of the shop asks as that familiar jingle rings through the empty shop. You’re too busy cleaning up your space to listen in on what the new customer wants. You’re sure that it’s something simple since it’s close to midnight and all that gets done this late are simple piercings and tattoos that people will regret in the morning.
“Baby, you got a customer up front.” Minho calls as he makes his way over to his station. The name prompts a fake gag and an award winning eye roll as you move across your station
“Do not call me that, ew.” The echo of Minho’s chuckle makes him sound closer than he is as he rounds the corner of the wall dividing your spaces. You’re a two person crew so you get to spend every second that you’re in this shop with your ex which wouldn’t be so bad if he and his new girlfriend weren’t all over each other every chance that they got. You love the girl and they’re a much better match than the two of you ever were but it’s been so long since you’ve been with someone that you feel like they’re just teasing you at this point.
“You used to love that.” With folded arms he leans against your side of the wall and you turn to him with a hand on your hip while the other one is full of supplies.
“And I used to love you.” He hisses, holding a hand over his heart with faux pain in his eyes.
“Ouch.” You throw an empty ink cap at him and you both laugh. “Well since you don’t love me I’ll be right back.” He walks over to the front desk, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair and heading out to the front of the shop.
“Where the hell are you going?” You whine, running up behind him. He turns to face you with that mischievous glint in his eyes. Does he really need to go get his dick wet right now?
“Seriously, Min!” He laughs at your incredulous scoff as he throws on his jacket. “If I’m not back in an hour, close up for me, yeah?” With a quick wink and a smirk he rushes out of the door before you even have a chance to protest. You know that he’ll be back, he always comes back but you still want to give him a piece of your mind. You flip him off as you watch him pass the large front window and he kisses back at you. You love that you two had a clean break but god does he get on your nerves.
“Asshole.” You mumble under your breath as you look down at the form on the counter. “Hyunjin?”
You hear shuffling in the very far corner of the waiting area as you flip through his paperwork.
“That’s me.” You smile down at the clipboard once you hear his voice, at least he’s not some rude wasted guy. “You can come with me.”
When you look up your jaw nearly hits the counter, is beautiful even the right word to describe this man? You don’t usually have a type but if you had to pick one it would be the man standing right in front of you. “ Uh, hey my name’s Y/n, I’ll be piercing you tonight and it uh-”
Gosh, his eye contact is intense, how does he do that? “It says here that you wanna get a horizontal eyebrow piercing?”
“Right.” He shakes his head as he rocks back and forth on his heels and you nod.
“Awesome, it should be pretty quick, let’s do this.” You unlock the swing door and allow him back into your station. You decide to close the privacy curtain that separates your space from the rest of the shop since the chances of anyone else coming in is close to zero, you’re not as accessible as the shops close to town so this is the quiet hour for you.
Hyunjin watches as you start collecting the supplies that you’ll need. You move carefully, making sure that everything is just how you like it. “Have you been doing this for a long time?” You hadn’t even noticed the way that he seems to be nearly looking over your shoulder this entire time.
“Long enough.” He smiles at your shy laugh as you pick a marker from your cup. “We’ve owned this place for about three years.”
“You and your boyfriend?” You scowl at his words, pulling a chuckle from his chest. “I guess he’s not your boyfriend.”
“He’s my ex, we already bought this place when we broke up so I couldn’t escape him.” A dramatic sigh follows your statement as you motion for him to sit down on the chair in front of you. “We're friends now, best friends, but I am a single girl.”
Hyunjin cocks his brow, causing you to accidently draw a line across his eyelid. “Sorry about that.” He chuckles and you smile at the soft sound.
“It’s alright.” You clean him up and the feeling of his gaze burning into you makes you smirk. You’re more than used to clients staring at you, there are some that will try to make an ungraceful pass at you while they’re at it but for some reason having Hyunjin stare at you so intensely is welcomed? Maybe because he’s cute. That definitely helps. “Ready?”
“Ready.” You mark him perfectly this time and point him towards the mirror to check if he likes the placement. “Perfect.”
“Awesome let’s stick ya then.” You motion him towards your reclined chair and he gracefully fills the spot with his tall frame. “You’re not scared of needles are you?”
“Not at all.” The smirk on his face as he stares up at the ceiling catches you off guard. You’ve never seen anyone smile at the thought of getting stabbed before. You wipe your hands and snap on your gloves before moving in front of your rolling tray where all of your supplies are set up. “Did it hurt when you got yours?”
“Nope, but that’s probably because I did it myself.” You grab your scissor clamp and move next to Hyunjin. “Okay, so, the steps are to clamp the site, pierce it, feed the jewelry through and then you’re out of here.”
“Sounds easy enough, go ahead.” You nod leaning over him gently. This is the first time in all of your years as a piercing artist that you’ve felt self conscious about the deep V cut of your shirt. You usually couldn’t care less but right now you’re almost hyper aware of the way that you’re presenting yourself to the man in front of you. You’re also hyper aware of the way that he’s staring right at the lacey red of your bra that’s peeking out, or is it the studs of your nipple piercing pressing against your tight cotton shirt that’s caught his attention? Either way, the way that he’s staring is causing something that you haven’t felt in awhile to stir deep in your stomach.
“Gonna clamp you now, it shouldn’t hurt but just take a deep breath anyway.” You whisper as you turn his head a bit to get a better look at the piercing site. Now he’s really got a good view. He’s perfectly still as you clamp him and you praise him for every little thing that he does right, he seems to take a liking to that since every time something sweet comes out of your mouth he hums with contentment.
“Ready for the stick?”
“Go ahead.” He licks his lips while his gaze is still trained on your chest and you can’t help but to push your thighs together. He seemed to have noticed since a ghost of a smile adorned his lips right after.
“Breath in.” He follows your instruction and you position the needle right at the mark only pushing a bit to prepare him. “And out.” He was an easy stick, it went in perfectly. It was smooth and quick and he definitely hissed a moan when you did it. You stay in place, leaning over him with the plastic needle still in.
“Everything good?” The sound of his moan rang through your ears as you avoided eye contact with him. He hums a confirmation, his eyes are shut now and his bottom lip is between his teeth. Good god. Did he not notice or does he just not care? Does he have a thing for pain? “I’m going to uh- feed the jewelry through.”
You move his head a bit, trying to find the best position for the light to hit him. Why is the lighting so shitty all of the sudden? “Everything alright?” There’s a slight chuckle in his voice and you sigh.
“Yeah I just can’t get a good light right now. It’s like my damn shadow moved in the way.” You move a bit back and forth but nothing is comfortable enough. “Can I like… could you just move your hip over a bit?” He does as you ask immediately and you swiftly prop your knee up on the chair.
“Thanks, that's so much better.” You grab the jewelry, and wedge it into the plastic needle for the feed through. “You’ll feel a bit of pressure, it might sting okay?”
“Mmhmm.” Just as you’re about to move the needle you feel the soft brush of his fingers on your inner thigh. That had to be an accident right? Do you want it to be an accident? Not really.
“One, two, go.” You slowly feed the jewelry through and this time a soft grunt leaves his lips but that’s not all. You freeze when you feel it, glancing down at Hyunjin while his eyes are still closed and his fingers grip the flesh of your inner thigh. “Good?”
“Great.” It’s a miracle that you didn’t moan at the feeling of him grabbing you but you decide to thank whatever higher power saved you instead of thinking about what if’s. One thing’s clear though; he definitely has a thing for pain.
“Let me just -” You reach over to your rolling tray and his grip on your thigh loosens but he doesn’t let go. “- Just gotta put the ball on the end.” You secure his jewelry, screwing on the end and wiping it down with bactine.
“Done.” He sighs but he doesn’t move. You look down at him, expecting him to say something, but he stays silent. You take a deep breath, trying to ignore the electricity that having his hand inches away from your heat is causing. “Wanna look at it?”
He nods, finally moving his hand, now maybe you can breathe normally. You both move at the same time but he sits up much slower than expected. “Feeling good?” Hyunjin hums as he adjusts his pants and makes his way over to the mirror, leaning in to get a good look at the new accessory.
“So good.” Yup, he has a pain kink. It’s confirmed.
Once you’ve cleaned up all the immediate things and rid yourself of your gloves you move over towards him slowly. Usually you’d make small talk but you don’t feel too capable of doing that with the way that your core is pulsing with need at the moment.
You watch as he studies the piercing. You should be looking at it too but you can’t focus on anything but the sharp beauty of his features and the way that his wine red hair falls against his temples and compliments the blush running up his neck. As much as you try to stop yourself you can’t help but indulge in taking him in further. You can’t help but to let your gaze run down the length of his strong arm and admire the way that his black sweats are hanging from his hips. Your eyes linger on the hem of his pants for a second too long and that’s when you notice it. Right below the perfect bow of his drawstrings is a delicious bulge that you desperately want to show attention to. Your tongue darts out, licking at the corner of your mouth a bit as you eye him. Snap out of it, come on.
“Think I should get a tattoo there?” Your eyes snap to his reflection but he’s already looking at you. Fuck, did he catch you staring? Of course he did, it was so obvious. “I’ve been thinking about it.”
His smile makes you feel like you could explode at any second but you decide to try a bit harder to contain yourself. “I think that could be hot.” Fuck, no no no, why did you say that.
“Hot? You think so?” He cocks his eyebrow just like he did earlier but this time the gold stud adorning his thick brow makes a shiver run up your spine and sends a spark to your clit. He was already hot without the piercing but now it’s just unfair.
“Uh yeah, I do.” Before you can try to turn around and make your escape from further embarrassing yourself he turns to you.
“Would you do it?” His eyes are focused on yours and for some reason you can’t find it in you to look away.
“Do…your hip tattoo?” He nods and you shift your weight as you imagine the process. Could you even stand to be that close to his dick? You’re standing in front of him right now and you feel like you could combust from the eye contact. Surely you’ll melt if you end up having to stare at his hard dick for hours while he gets off on the pain of your needle for a second time.
“I would.” Your answer leaves your lips in a half whisper before you can even think about it but the smile that pulls at his lips makes you forget your prior argument. “Just let me know when.”
“Do you have a card?”
“Up front, I’ll give it to you with your care instructions.” You find yourself glancing down one more time before attempting to blink away all of your horny thoughts. As much as you want to fall to your knees and relieve him of his pain induced hard on you have to keep it professional, even if you were just caught staring at his dick print. “You paid when you came in, right?”
Quickly, you make your way around him to open your curtain and lead him to the counter. “Yeah I did.” You can feel him close behind you as you unlock the swing door to let him out.
“But you did such a great job.” The slam of the small door behind him makes you jump a bit but his following question is what really did it. “Do you take tips? Or could I give you more than that?”
You choke a bit on your inhale but at the same time there couldn’t possibly be a hint of oxygen left in your body with the way that he’s looking at you with his arms crossed and leaning on the counter. Your brain isn’t working anymore, it’s completely smooth as you stare back at Hyunjin’s cool smile. Hell, if he’s offering you’re going to take it.
Just as you’re about to calculate your own suggestive reply that familiar jingle echoes off the walls and your gaze lands on none-other than your godforsaken ex. He eyes you as you stand behind the counter with red cheeks and your palms spread and pressing into the desk.
“All good?” He looks between you and Hyunjin with raised brows. You force a smile as you frantically scan the desk for the care instruction packet.
“Yup, all good.” The sigh that follows your sentence is less than convincing but Minho lets it slide in the name of trusting you. You turn your attention back to Hyunjin who’s eyes were already on you. “So here are the care instructions. Don’t change it for about two months and uh, just make sure to keep it clean and um yeah everything that you need to know is in here.”
He takes the packet, brushing his fingers against yours in the process. Hopefully the way that you shivered wasn’t too obvious. Are you really that down bad? Usually you’re witty and flirty, you tend to have a pretty smart mouth with customers but as soon as you saw Hyunjin all of that went right out the window.
“Your card.” He nods towards the display on the desk and you quickly grab one for him.
“It has the shop number and my instagram on there. If you want to contact me directly, Instagram is the best way to do it but I’m here almost everyday. If I’m not coming in, I'll post it on my story.” He flips the card between his fingers allowing you to get a good look at what you wish were still grabbing at the tender flesh of your thighs. Your focus breaks when he rubs the card between his fingers and a second one falls to the counter. “Oh, must’ve given you two by accident.”
“So I’ll message you.” Standing straight he slips the card into his pocket. “If I have any questions.” He takes a step back, taking you in one more time.
“Yeah, I’ll answer as fast as I can.”
“Baby, did you use the last of the caps?” Minho calls from the storage room and the scoff that follows makes Hyunjin laugh.
“Stop calling me that for goodness sake.” With the flash of a quick smile and mumbled goodnight you leave Hyunjin at the front and head over to your annoying cock blocking ex. Once you get to him you see him leaning against the storage room door with his eyes on his phone screen. “I thought you were looking for caps.”
“Nah, figured that you needed me to save you. That guy should’ve been gone already.” Did he seriously just ruin any chance that you had at getting laid tonight? And by a man as hot as Hyunjin at that.
“We were talking.”
“You don’t do small talk.” Minho’s pinched brows earns him an eye roll as you head over to your station. “So he wasn’t bothering you?”
“Far from it.” The way that you’re aggressively cleaning your tray gives Minho all the hints he needs but it would be out of character for him to just drop the topic.
"Then what was he doing?" Minho asks in his teasing tone that you’ve grown to be more than familiar with. You pause and sigh as your mind lingers on the feel of Hyunjin’s fingers gripping you and the sounds he made with each hint of pain.
"He was trying to make me interested."
“Was it working?” The silence that followed his question spoke louder than any words could. “His number is on the form ya know.”
“Just lock up, Minho. I’m not breaking any privacy laws just so I can get fucked.” He throws his hands up in surrender, backing away and heading to the front. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath to try and contain the many emotions running through you. You should’ve been on your game tonight but Hyunjin just threw you off. You haven’t been that attracted to anyone in so long that all of your skills went right out the window as soon as he looked at you. Maybe he’ll message you? Ask you a question or two and then ask you out. What if he doesn’t? What if Minho scared him off and you never hear from him again?
“Baby.”
“Lee Minho, stop calling me -” You pause when you turn to him, looking down at the card he’s offering you between his fingers. “What?” He extends his arm to you further, earning his third eye roll of the day as you snatch the cardstock away from him.
“It’s my card.” You shrug at him.
“Turn it over.” Your pulse picks up a bit once you notice the red ink on the back of the card. Hyunjin’s name and number is written in pretty symbols right across the middle with a small note. ‘Call me, baby.’
“I’ll stop calling you that now.”
Sleep didn't come easy last night but you sure did at the thought of Hyunjin. It doesn't help that you texted him immediately and he didn't waste a second before replying to you. Your night was spent getting to know him a bit as your mind danced on the idea of him fucking you into your mattress. The amount of time that you pretended that your fingers were his slender ones while you answered one of his questions is actually award winning. The taping of your cum covered fingers against your screen went on until you tired yourself out and fell asleep while waiting for his next text.
“Going out.” Minho looked up from the sketch book in front of him just in time to watch as you grabbed your jacket from the chair next to his.
“Did ‘baby’ call?” For the first time in a while you find yourself smiling and unbothered by his teasing. “She's smiling, did you finally catch a dick.”
“I'll let you know in a couple of hours.” The look on Minho’s face isn't one that you see often but it's your absolute favorite. “I'll be back, baby.”
You barely got to knock twice before the door to Hyunjin’s apartment swung open. He looks just as good if not better than he did last night and the fact that you’ve gotten to know him a bit better over text for the past couple of hours makes you feel like a college student sneaking into someone's dorm after curfew. It’s safe to say that you have a big fat crush now.
“Hey, nice piercing.” He pulls you into a quick hug before ushering you further into his place. Your eyes wander across his walls, taking in every detail. He really is the artsy type.
“Thanks, some girl did it for me last night.” He watches you take in his space with hungry eyes, no matter how much he tells himself that he just met you and that he wants to take it slow he can’t seem to pace himself. The amount of times that he came into his fist last night just thinking of how pretty your nipple piercings must be and how your thighs would wrap perfectly around him is insane. Unfortunately, the orgasms didn’t put out the fire that burned for you deep in his stomach, it only made the flame bigger.
“Oh yeah?” You face him as you peel your jacket off slowly, letting it slide off of your shoulders and down your arms so gracefully that he couldn’t possibly ignore it. “Was she hot?”
His eyes fix on the fabric stretching tight against your chest, how dare you call that a shirt. It’s keeping little to nothing to the imagination but he can’t say that he’s mad at it. “So fucking hot, I couldn’t stop staring at her.”
Your jacket finds a home on the arm of his couch while you check out the paintings on his living room wall. The stretched canvas and sheets of beautifully stained paper are littered all over the ivory wall, serving as the only real means of decoration in this area of the room. “Do you think that she noticed?”
The energy around you turns electric as he steps up behind you, just close enough not to touch you. “I hope that she did.”
“Why?” Your breathing is slow and shallow as your eyes run across the colors of the paintings on the wall. You’re not really taking in the beauty of the art anymore, you’re more concerned with the masterpiece standing behind you and what he’ll say next.
“So that she doesn’t feel surprised when I say -” He leans into you, fiddling with one of the paintings and pressing himself lightly into your back. A blistering heat washes over you at the feel of him against you. It’s so much more than you imagined it to be. “- That I think that she’s beautiful.”
He reaches for another painting, stepping forward just a bit to be closer to you. “And that as much as I want to take it slow and get to know her -” He slowly retracts his hand, stepping back and breaking all contact. You sigh, swallowing hard as you hang on each of his words. “I just can’t go another second without knowing what she feels like.”
You turn your head to the side, catching a glimpse of his burning gaze as he stares down at you. His dark eyes are undressing you before he even gets the chance to touch you. Something like you did to him yesterday. “I think that she’d feel the same way.” It’s a bit of a challenge but you manage to hold eye contact with him as you turn your body to face him.
“You think she’d let me touch her?” Eyes, lips, chest and repeat. That’s the pattern that his gaze follows while he waits for your answer.
“I think she wants you to, so so badly.” His eyes meet yours and his hands are on you in an instant, grabbing at the plush of your waist and pushing you against the wall of art work behind you.
“Thank god.” He whispers against your lips before attaching them in desperate hunger. The sound of paper and canvas falling to the floor is merely background noise in the heat of the moment.
He’s soft and sweet like honey, his touch is like satin against your skin and your head is fuzzy. Holy fuck. He swallows the moan that escapes you as you welcome his tongue into your mouth, offering his own sinful sounds as a counter. His hands are grabbing at the exposed skin of your stomach while he pushes your shirt up to expose more of you. Your hands fist the fabric of his shirt, you want him closer. You need him closer. He pulls away abruptly, staring down at you panting and flushed. He takes a step back and you take a step forward.
“Think she’ll let me fuck her?” He continues to step back from you and you match each move that he makes. Your hands find the bottom hem of your shirt and you pull the fabric over your head, revealing your flimsy lace bra to him. A hiss falls from his lips as he falls back into his couch. Sitting with his legs spread and ready for you, the perfect seat.
“You better fuck her.” Once you climb onto his lap his lips are back on yours in an instant. The kiss is hungry, desirous, passionate. It’s everything that you knew it would be and more. His palms rest on your breasts, kneading the flesh and flicking at the heart studs of your nipple piercings. A shiver runs over you at the feeling and Hyunjin smiles against you at the reaction.
“Sensitive?” He mumbles, following with a kiss and you nod with a deep moan. “Fuck.” He pushes your breast together, jiggling them in his palms while he watches with his bottom lip between his teeth.
“I wanted to see these so badly last night.” You knew he was staring. “Wanted to run my tongue over these pretty little studs.”
“What’s stopping you now?” You grind your hips into him, milking a choked moan from his throat. He’s so hard underneath you, his sweat pants are doing little to restrain his pulsing cock from pressing into your needy core but even that bit of pressure is not enough to satiate your hunger. His fingers peel down the lace of your bra and you watch as his tongue dips out of his mouth and swirls the silver jewelry. “Hyunjin.”
He hums, content with the way that his name sounds falling from your pretty lips, it’s then that you remember last night. Praise and pain, those are his things right? Let’s test it out.
The feeling of his tongue laving over your sensitive peak breaks you out of your thoughts and fogs your mind all over again. He shows both of your breasts equal attention, wetting your nipples with long drags of his tongue followed by a skillful swirl of the muscle around your shiny silver bars. “ So good, oh my god.” He hums, sucking a bit harder at the sound of your sweet words.
Your fingers lace through the wine red strands of his hair, scratching and rubbing at his scalp for a bit until he grazes his teeth over the sensitive peak of your nipple. You’re pulling at his roots before you can even process it but the pornographic moan that escapes him as he falls into your touch makes you happy that you did it.
“A pain slut?” Matching smirks paint your faces but his is quickly swept away when you bring your other hand up through his roots and pull again. “I knew it.” You grind into him, the moans escaping him are making you hungry for friction all over again.
His hands grasp your hips, gripping you so tightly that you’re sure there will be beautiful bruises there in the morning. “What gave me away?” His eyes stay on yours as you hold his head back by his hair. Yesterday his gaze was blinding but tonight you find it easier to handle the heat that it causes to rise on the surface of your skin. You’re okay with going blind if he’s the last thing that you see.
“Hm.” His eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your lips ghosting over his pulse “Maybe it was the way you moaned when I stuck you.” Sloppy kisses and small nibbles of his milky flesh draws a moan similar to the one that’s been playing in your head all night to leave his blushed lips.
“Or the way that you grabbed my thigh.” Your teeth sink into the flesh of his neck and the sound that he makes in response is nearly enough to make you cum on the spot. “Or how hard you were when I was finished.”
“Do that again.” So biting is his favorite, huh?
“Say please.”
“Please, do that again. Bite me, harder. Please let me feel that again.” He’s begging? You’ve never been with a man who was willing to do that. A mumbled praise makes his cock twitch against you as one of his hands slips down to your ass, gripping the cheek firmly but not squeezing. Your teeth sink into his neck again, a deep guttural groan escapes him while his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass through your jeans. “Oh, baby.”
You pull away at the feeling of a warm spot beneath you. When you look down at your clothed cores the sticky wet spot presents itself to you. He came just from you biting him and he's still hard. No fucking way.
“You made a mess.” A familiar darkness falls upon his gaze and now it's your turn to moan from the grip he has on your hair. “Clean it up for me, angel.”
You crawl backwards off of his lap, lowering down onto your knees as his grip in your hair ensures that your eyes stay on his. He shimmies his pants down with his free hand, your eye contact falters for just a second so that you can steal a glance at his cock. He’s bigger than you thought he’d be, long and curved ever so slightly. The angry red tip is glistening with cum in the low light, you run your tongue along your lips at the thought of sucking him clean.
“One day you’ll give me a pretty tattoo right here, won’t you?” He pulls your hair towards him, controlling your head so that you lean into his hip. You plant a sloppy kiss against his skin, nipping and licking like a desperate puppy. His cock twitches at the feel of your lips on the newly discovered patch of skin. “I’ll be hard as a rock with your pretty face so close to my cock.” He moves your head over just enough for you to lick up some of the cum from his flawless thigh.
“You think you could do it? Think you could be that close to my cock and not put me in your mouth?” Little does he know that you’ve already thought about it and the answer is no. Hell no, absolutely not. “Maybe it would be me who loses control.”
He yanks back on your hair, lifting your head back up to meet his gaze. He brings his bent pointer finger to your chin and runs his thumb down your swollen lips. “I have a feeling that I’ll be addicted to this mouth.” His eyebrow piercing catches the light as he stares down at you and you can’t help but to feel turned on by the fact that you did that to him. You’re responsible for that pretty stud on this pretty man.
“Let’s see if I’m right.” You open your mouth eagerly once he sits back and guides you over to his waiting cock. A hiss escapes him once you take him to the hilt, swallowing around him with watery eyes. He marvels at the way your pretty lips stretch around him, taking every single inch of him until his tip makes your throat bulge and your mouth water. You bob your head, licking and sucking him clean. The taste of his cum is so sweet, so perfect, maybe you’re just insanely horny or maybe he’s your new favorite candy. The only thing you’ll have a craving for from this point on.
“That throat is taking me so well.” The vibration of your hum makes Hyunjin bite his lip as he watches you. You bring your hands up to his naked thighs and claw your nails lightly down the exposed skin. His cock twitches in your mouth and your pussy throbs at the feeling of it. You’re a big fan of foreplay, it’s super important and fun and everything but you would do anything to skip all of this and simply feel Hyunjin’s cock sink into your dripping pussy. “This is what you wanted yesterday isn’t it? This is what you wanted when you were staring at my dick?”
The deep rasp of his voice as he asks such filthy questions makes you press your thighs together, Hyunjin moves his foot in between your knees. Kicking your legs apart and taking away the relief you were chasing.
“Need me now?” Your desperate gaze up at him is all the answer that he needs. He lets go of your hair and you slowly come up off of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip a bit and releasing him with a string of spit still connecting you. He offers you his hand to help you up off of your knees before dropping to his own right in front of you.
With a burning gaze on your naked stomach he unbuttons your jeans and slowly drags them over the curve of your hips. His eyes scan every inch of newly exposed skin, leaving sweet soft kisses against the silky skin of your thighs. He takes a deep breath before pulling your panties down, his hands lingering against your bare skin as he admires your body. He leans in and places a soft kiss against your exposed center once you step out of your panties. What was supposed to be a simple kiss turned into a few kitten licks against your clit which then quickly evolved into long drags of his tongue through your folds while he palms your ass.
“Hyun- Hyunjin holy fuck.” Your fingers thread into his dark strands again, lightly pulling at his roots and milking moans from him. “Please fuck me. Please just fuck me I want to feel you.”
“Gotta get you ready.” He spits onto your clit, watching it drip down your lips a bit before catching with his tongue and spreading it over your folds. “I need my girl dripping around my cock.”
His lips wrap around your clit and you throw your head back in a silent scream before looking down at him. His eyes are closed as he laps at your pussy, sucking and licking like his life depends on it. You admire the shimmer of his fresh piercing as you watch him, pathetic whimpers falling from you as he dangles your orgasm in front of your face. You’ve been thinking about him for hours and now you’ve finally got him. You get to cum on his tongue and watch him slurp up every drip of your essence.
“I’m gonna cum, oh my god.” Your grip on his hair tightens and he hisses against you. He swirls his skilled tongue around your swollen clit a couple of times and you can feel the blistering heat setting all over your body. You’re so close, it’s so good and then he pulls away.
“Hyun-” Your whine is cut off by the soft yet aggressive feeling of his lips on yours.
“I want you to cum on my cock.” The taste of your pussy on his tongue distracts you from the feeling of him guiding you to the couch. He pushes you down, watching you with a smirk as he pushes his damp hair out of his face. You watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, balling it up and using it to dap at the sweat on his forehead before throwing it to the side with the rest of your clothes. “Do me a favor.”
His fingers dig into your plush waist as he positions you. He props his knee on the soft cushion, lining himself up with your entrance and teasing your sopping folds with his leaky tip. “Anything.” You fist the pillow right above you, placing it under your head to get a bit more comfortable.
“Call me baby.” He slips into you before you can even reply to him, stretching you out so deliciously and filling up your gushing pussy until his tip kisses your cervix. The moan that echoes through his apartment is high pitched and airy, your lungs burn from the electricity charged air as you cry out for him, gripping at the couch cushions as you try to ground yourself.
“Baby.” The first time that his hips snap into you his jaw clenches and his eyes roll to the back of his head. His imagination barely did you justice last night, his fist is nothing compared to the way that your pussy is clenching around him. The ungodly squelches of his cock plunging into you sends shivers down his spine.
“Fuck, you’re heaven.” He coos, the rasp in his voice makes your pussy clench around him as he presses your thighs back towards your chest. Hyunjin picks up the pace, snapping into you with unholy force.
It’s been so long since you’ve felt anything but your own fingers and it’s been even longer since you’ve been fucked this good. Not even Minho can top this and he was the best fuck you ever had. The mascara stained tears running down your cheeks translates all of that to Hyunjin without you having to say a word, it’s not like you could say anything but his name even if you wanted to. Your orgasm creeps up on you again, dangling in front of you like bait for a fish.
“Hyun - Hyunjin please don’t stop. Gonna cum gonna -” You cry out as he slams into you, filling you to the hilt and staying as still as possible. “Please please, ‘s so close please.”
“Not yet, baby.” he beckons you with two fingers, motioning for you to sit up. He helps you up, shifting your position so that you’re on top of him. You clench around him at the movement and he hisses at the tight feel of you. He’s close too but he wants you to fall apart on top of him. He wants to see you fall apart up close so that he can fuck his fist to the memory of it for days after.
“Ride me, come on.” A firm slap to your ass makes your hips buck into him as you start to move along his length.
You’re fucked out, chasing your pleasure desperately on top of a pretty man with a pretty cock. He wraps his arms around you, hugging you against his chest when he suddenly starts fucking up into you. He’s impossibly deep and you find yourself gasping for air against his shoulder. Moans and grunts fill the hot air as you fuck each other. For each thrust into you, you grind down on his cock, keeping him deliciously deep in your cunt. Your teeth mindlessly graze over the slope of his shoulder before you bite down into him. Bite, lick, suck. That’s the pattern you follow, over and over again. Making him sing for you as his fingers caress your spine.
“Come on, you can do it harder than that.” He gasps when you accept his challenge, biting into him with a bruising force. His thrusts become more erratic as he nears his climax but he’s determined to let you soak his cock before he pulls out. “Look at me, baby.”
He leans back into the sofa and his hand moves between your bodies once your eyes meet his. His middle and pointer finger rubs circles into your clit while he ruts up into you “Yes yes, yes ‘s so good.”
“You like my cock, pretty girl?” The fog in your brain is so thick that you can’t help but to babble as your orgasm climbs up your spine for the third time tonight.
“Love it. Love cock, you -you’re cock. Hyunjin, ‘m gonna cum o-on your cock.” He thought that you were breathtaking before but watching you cock drunk and fucked out while you’re bouncing on his dick might be his favorite way to see you.
“Go ahead, cum on my cock.” With a few more sloppy thrusts your body trembles against him as you come undone on top of him. He fucks you through it, keeping his fingers pressed against your clit as you squirm on top of him. Your vision goes white and there’s a ringing in your ears that blocks out every word of praise that falls from Hyunjin’s lips. The only thing that you can register is the pressure of his cock as he simultaneously abuses your cervix and clit.
“Hyun- fuck fuckfuck. So much. Too much.” Once you find the strength to open your eyes you're met with Hyunjin smiling up at you with pinched brows. “You can take it.”
“Pull my hair, baby.” Your trembling hands find their way along the familiar path of his scalp seconds after his request. Pulling at his roots with a delicious force that makes Hyunjin’s eyes roll back as he licks his lips.
“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” Moans and whines fall from you nonstop as he fucks into your swollen and sensitive cunt, the wet sound of your arosual where Hyunjin’s cock disappears into you echoes off the walls until he stops, breath hitching in his throat. “Come here.”
His hand is in your hair before you can protest, lifting you off of him and onto your knees. Your cunt feels so empty without him inside of you. “Gonna let me cum on those pretty tits?”
“Yeah, yeah please. Wan' your cum, baby.” He throws his head back, pumping his slick cock in front of your face while you mindlessly slur praises for him. “You’re so fucking pretty, please let me have it. Please, I wan' Jinnie’s cum.”
“Baby, baby, cumming. I’m fucking cumming.” You both watch as thick ropes of his cum paints your breasts. Dripping over your nipples and the shiny studs just how Hyunjin pictured it last night. “Shit.”
Your panting fills the room as you both take a second to come down from your high. Hyunjin offers you his hand, helping you up from your knees and catching you when you stumble a bit with a chuckle. “Let me clean you up so you can lie down.” He sits you on the couch, grabbing his sweats and pulling them on before making his way to the bathroom for a wet cloth.
You blink a couple of times, trying your best to adjust to the light around you. It’s dim but everything seemed darker in your fucked out haze. You settle against the armrest of the sofa, smiling like an idiot while the pulsing of your clit reminds you of everything that just happened. Who would’ve thought that an eyebrow piercing could lead you to having the best fuck of your life. Just as you allow your eyes to flutter shut you feel a heavy vibration under you. With a groan you lift yourself up and search for the source. It’s your jacket, it must be your phone. Oh my gosh, Minho! You sit up with all the strength that you can muster, unlocking your phone and checking your messages.
“Everything alright?” Hyunjin questions as he kneels in front of you with a warm cloth in hand.
“Yup, just fine.” You grin down at your screen before pushing your phone to the side and allowing Hyunjin to wipe you clean.
Mirror sex with Hyunjin!! Being able to see his gorgeous face while he fucks you from the back, he's so pretty😩‼️
🏷️ hwang hyunjin x fem!reader. cw ; dom!hyunjin, fuckboy!hyunjin, mirror sex ofc, unprotected sex, dubcon elements, degradation, dirty talk abt forced breeding, pet names: doll, name calling: slut, whore ( 576 w. )
minors dni. for mature audiences only !
“would you look at that, doll. prettier than any picture.”
he was, of course, referring to the way his cock slid in and out of your slick cunt. his eyes hadn’t left the sight since he’d first buried himself into your tight heat. but your gaze was focused on his face instead: his perfect profile, beautiful features twisted in pleasure.
black strands of hair stuck to his damp skin. if it wasn’t for his large hand pressing down between your shoulder blades you’d attempt to twist around and lick the sharp slant of his jawline.
“filthy slut, letting me hit it raw.” hyunjin punctuated his words with a slap to your ass. you clenched around his cock, every ridge and vein causing delicious friction. you knew he was a fuckboy and you should know better than to have him use you like this… but the memory of his gorgeous face lighting up when he spilled onto your back was enough to throw all care out of the window again.
“bet you wouldn’t even protest if i didn’t pull out.” he wrapped an arm around your torso and lifted you up, your sweaty back pressed against his chest. the change in angle and the risqué suggestion had you gush around him. hyunjin laughed. “i knew it. sluts like you get their brains fucked out once and they turn into cum-hungry whores. what do you think, should i give you what you want?”
“n-no,” you stammered, just lucid enough to know this would be a terrible idea, ignoring the spark of heat in your tummy rearing its ugly head.
hyunjin hummed and grabbed your chin, tilting your face towards the mirror.
“do you see my cock? see how wet it is? that’s all on you, doll. you wanted this.”
heat flooded your cheeks at the sight of your bodies tangled together. hyunjin slowed down, pulling out as far as he could. his impressive length glistened with your juices. even if you hadn’t been able to see it the wet sounds would’ve told you enough. you were thoroughly soaking him.
“hyune, we shouldn’t…“
“we shouldn’t. but we can.”
his hand slipped down to rub circles on your clit, your trembling body fidgeting in his tight grip. for the first time you wished he wasn’t this perceptive. regretted how he could read your body so well. how he left no doubts about feeling your orgasm approaching fast.
“your mouth’s saying something different than this tight pussy’s telling me.” hyunjin’s hand around your chin moved down to your throat, fingers flexing in time with the fluttering of your cunt around him. “so who’s speaking the truth?”
“hyun-ah!” you managed to whimper before his fingers found their way into your mouth, effectively silencing your pleading no’s. the twitching of his cock inside you told you he was close, too. it was that thought — the idea of his cum filling you up and leaking down your trembling legs — that pushed you over the edge.
one, two, three, four thrusts. hyunjin pulled out, white ropes of cum painting your lower back as he stroked himself to completion, your empty pussy clenching around nothing.
a pang of disappointment rekindled the heat in your gut, embarrassment mixing with the afterglow of your fading orgasm. hyunjin’s dark eyes found yours in the mirror. a smug grin now graced his features and he nipped at your earlobe, his breath hot on your skin.
prof!minho who makes a show out of rolling up his sleeves in the middle of a lecture bc he knows how distracting his veiny arms and hands are
especially to you. you can't keep your eyes off him
turning into a stammering mess every time he mentions your name. unable to answer even the simplest of questions
he loves how embarrassed and flustered you get
but what he loves even more is how the humiliation clearly turns you on
and how it leads to you visiting his office more frequently, apologizing for your mistakes and asking for his help on the most mundane things
it's so cute how bad you want him
and it's so easy to corrupt you. you'd do anything for a higher grade and a chance to feel his pretty fingers inside your snug pussy
he LOVES to muffle your moans by hooking said fingers into your mouth while he fucks you over his desk
or use his cock instead. making you choke n gag n drool around his length, your glossy eyes blinking up at him
always making sure to sprinkle in the right amount of praise between his degrading words to keep you desperate for his approval
he never brings you home or meets you anywhere else. always fucks you in his office w the door locked. he's not going to get caught
has the most fun once he discovers how much you want his cum to fill you up :(( n he's so so mean abt it! he never gives it to you, always pulling out at the last second. sometimes he'll cum in your panties and make you wear them and that's the best you'll get
speaking of panties, another item that's great for keeping you quiet
he likes to sit you on his desk with your panties around your knees and make you hold them between your teeth so you're kept perfectly spread for him
sooo many pussy slaps <33
sometimes he watches you play with yourself, letting you work yourself up and then denies your orgasm
keeping you wet and needy for the rest of the day until you're begging him to fuck you between lectures
but he doesn't always comply. he's so fickle it only makes you want him more
and when you start wearing butt plugs to his lectures...... he always knows from the way you're squirming in your seat
when i say he knows how to keep you desperate and needy - he knows
can go weeks with fucking your ass only, watching your empty pussy leak and clench around nothing. puts some tape over it sometimes bc he loves the imagery of being the one to grant or deny you certain pleasures
tends to stay fully clothed but makes you strip, which turns you on even more. he looks so hot in his suit and glasses
the glasses !! sliding down his perfect nose and fogging up whenever he eats you out
kitten, doll and slut
even though you're not in an official relationship and have to sneak around he's very possessive
not that you'd want anyone else anyway
and in the end he can pretend all he wants, but he's just as smitten as you are <33
still reeling over hearing that changbin benches nearly 300 and realizing he actually could pick me up and fuck me against the wall like i’ve always dreamed of 😮💨
i wanna take a bite. i just know he loves that shit too. for the love of god changbin please smash my face into the nearest pillow and make me your bitch as if i’m not already
