Note: 18+ stories will be marked as [M] and as usual, minors dni or you will get blocked.
Jeonghan
→ Miracle Bunny [M] (chapter list)
synopsis: Minghao impulsively adopts a hybrid for you and you hate him for it. But after getting to know your new hybrid, you realized it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. You’ve gained a new friend, a companion and… perhaps more?
Hoshi/Soonyoung
→ Snap [M]
synopsis: you hate Soonyoung with a burning passion and you’re pretty sure he feels the same way. when your crazy ass dance captain partnered you up for a class, you knew it would be difficult, but it proves to be even more so when a different type of tension starts brewing.
Hyunjae
→ Crumble [M]
synopsis: on the surface, you and Hyunjae are what people identify as enemies but deep down, behind your walls and pretenses, you’re a little bit more than that.
alternatively; you find a likely company while looking for you best friend, but you both end up in an unlikely circumstance.
Juyeon
→ Not Such a Good Boy [M] (chapter list)
synopsis: if there is one thing Juyeon doesn’t like about himself, it’s that he’s a nice guy. it's... strange.
because why would he feel that way when it’s not something to dislike? what about it has Juyeon perpetually annoyed just hearing it in the same sentence as his name?
perhaps it’s because Juyeon doesn’t want to be just a nice guy. perhaps it’s because… he isn’t.
a/n: so far, that's all i have since i'm only just starting but this masterlist will grow over time as i write for more members! i hope you stay with me 'til then <3
genre: (eventual) smut, (a generous amount of?) angst, fluff, hybrid!au
warning/s: none
word count: 1.2k
synopsis: Minghao impulsively adopts a hybrid for you and you hate him for it. But after getting to know your new hybrid, you realized it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. You’ve gained a new friend, a companion and… perhaps more?
a/n: hello, sweet peas. i miss y'all!!! 🥺 so sorry for being mia again huhu life's been pretty hectic lately 😭🤧 idek if i'm back for good. i might just pop in every now and then. i hope you guys understand huhu sorry if this is only a short update. i haven't written in a while so i just wanna ease my way back into it as to not overwhelm myself. still i hope you enjoy, beautiful babes! see you again soon 🤍✨
Chapter 6
The next day, you don’t speak a word of it.
You try your best to push it to the very back of your mind but it seems to push back, refusing to be buried or forgotten, stubborn like the one you shared the memory with.
You weren’t surprised when Jeonghan almost immediately left the apartment this morning. You’d want to run away too after what happened.
But more than whatever that was, you’re still trying to figure out why he’s been out of whack recently. You're definitely worried, there's no doubt about it. But can this possibly be an excuse too?
Is this your way of distracting yourself from yesterday? Busying yourself with other thoughts?
Yes.
Quite frankly, yes.
So even if Hao is no expert in hybrids, you invite him over to help you out. He had the gall to even decline since he likes spending his days off having tea and meditating with Chan.
But after telling him that he’s part of the reason for your baffling predicament (had he not brought Jeonghan into your life), he came not long after his phone call with you.
Hao is sitting on your computer chair looking down at you while you lie on your bed, hands clasped over your belly, eyes focused up on the ceiling. “He’s a bit off lately, you say? Can you elaborate on that?” he asks, sounding a lot like your therapist.
You all but press your lips into a thin line. He waits patiently for your reply, staring at your lying figure from the rim of his cup, the steam from the hot tea slowly fogging up his fake glasses.
Thoughts finally gathered, you heave a deep sigh and begin telling him everything that’s happened in the past couple of days.
Well… maybe not everything. Especially not about yesterday.
Minghao hums, eyes slightly squinting. “That is odd,” he simply says and goes on to set his cup on his lap, tapping at the handle in thought. “Doesn’t seem like Jeonghan at all…” he mumbles, more to himself than anyone, “Chan doesn’t usually behave like th-- Hold on.”
You sit up so fast you almost feel dizzy but you get over it fast. You turn to him with an expectant and hopeful look. Is this it? Does Hao actually have the answer?
“Maybe he’s in heat?”
And suddenly, the air around you is pierced with a long, awkward pause.
“In what?”
“In heat. You know like…” your best friend trails off when he sees your brows pinching together in confusion. Hao blinks a couple of times, “Did… I not tell you about that?”
“About what? What do you mean he might be in heat? What even is that?”
He purses his lips and his brows gradually furrow in thought. How should he explain this?
“Uhh… well,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, “To simply put it, he’s horny.”
“Wh-What?!” you sputter and he just nods. “Yup, it’s that time of the year, I guess? Where he wants to mate and stuff.”
You’re utterly dumbfounded. How could he miss telling you this information? If anything, that should’ve been the first thing he mentioned when you had a long discussion about how to take care of a hybrid months ago!
“I’m-- But-- Y-You said Chan doesn’t behave like this? Maybe i-it’s not that…” You shake your head in denial and chuckle awkwardly, only for Hao to shut you down and say, “I have Chan on suppressants so maybe that’s why he’s not acting up.”
It boggles your mind how he’s so calm talking about something like this, nonchalantly sipping his stupid tea while you’re visibly panicking.
Suppressants? What the fuck even are those? How… How are you going to deal with this?
Hao laughs. Your best friend who forgot to tell you one of the key points of taking care of a hybrid is laughing at you, “Calm down, will you? Jeez, you should really start meditating with me–”
“Xu Minghao!”
“Alright, alright! Don’t worry too much, okay? I’ll walk you through the whole thing and if you have questions that I can’t answer, there's always the internet. Or you could call the shelter! They have in-house hybrid doctors."
He innocently grins at your scowling face, triggering an eye roll and a deep sigh, “Fine. So, tell me about this whole… heat thing.”
Jeonghan’s eye twitches the moment he steps inside the apartment. A wafting scent that’s unfamiliar to him invades his nostrils and suddenly, unpleasant feelings start to bubble at the pit of his stomach.
You had someone over while he was gone.
He’s trying so hard to fight his growing possessiveness, especially when you greet him so sweetly, smile so radiant and warm.
And distracting. Damn it, why do you have to be so beautiful? He almost trips making his way to you because of that smile of yours.
“What were up to today? Hungry yet?” you spit out, heart thumping faster than it should be when you barely closed all your tabs and set your laptop aside.
Jeonghan shakes his head, giving you a small smile and an even smaller pat on your head. You barely felt it but the miniscule gesture was enough to paint your cheeks red.
You clear your throat, “W-Well, it’s time for me to start on dinner anyways.” You stand up from the couch to make your way to the kitchen while Jeonghan passes you to head to his room.
“Give me a minute, I’ll help you out,” he promises, trying his best to ignore the fact that he can smell the foreign scent on you as well. But just as he takes a turn to his bedroom, he freezes.
That scent... It’s strongest coming from inside your room. His jaw clenches hard, the hand reaching for the door knob balling into a shaky fist. “Hey, did you have someone over?” he hollers before he can even stop himself.
You hum distractedly and look up to see Jeonghan marching back to you with his eyes looking sharp and unfriendly. Weird, you think to yourself as you set down the ingredients on the counter top. The only other time you saw his eyes like that was when he had that fight with Mingyu…
Is he… pissed off or something?
“Yeah…” you tentatively say, “Hao was here a while ago.”
“The fuck was he doing in your room?!”
Your body seizes at the hostility and sheer volume of his voice, eyes bulging out in utter shock. He’s never spoken to you like that before.
Did Minghao coming over make him mad?
But, why? He likes Hao!
The fire in his eyes disappears just as fast as it came and he instantly feels guilty. He drops his gaze, ears flattening against his head, “I’m… I’m sorry!”
You’ve yet to even open your mouth when Jeonghan sprints to his room and unintentionally slams the door behind him. “Shit,” he whispers to himself, “S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to slam the door!”
Embarrassed, he dives into his bed without even taking off his bag and buries his burning face deep into his pillow, “Why’d I do that? How could I raise my voice at her like that?!”
“Stupid. fucking. heat!" he punctuates every word with a hard punch into his mattress. "When will this end?” he groans.
synopsis: Eric needed you (and apparently… so did Juyeon)
release date: (tentative)
Part 1 - March 28, 2022
Part 2 - April 1, 2022
*note: details might change in the final outcome, specially the warnings.
a/n: eheh 😅 soooo this isn't a Miracle Bunny update... yeah, the month of march has been fucking brutal to me so far and i'm trying to insert writing into my schedule but as you can see, sometimes i really can't find the time for it which would explain the tentative release dates 😩 i'm ecstatic for these tbh. i want to have them out asap but i want to finish my ongoing ones first so… wish me luck, my lovelies!!! see you soon 😘
warning/s: mentions of riding (like literally one time), semi public sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cum eating i'm doing this in a rush so i probably missed some ;-; pls lemme know if i did!
word count: 2.7k
synopsis: if there is one thing Juyeon doesn’t like about himself, it’s that he’s a nice guy. and it’s… strange.
because why would he feel that way when it’s not something to dislike? what about it has Juyeon perpetually annoyed just hearing it in the same sentence as his name?
perhaps it’s because Juyeon doesn’t want to be just a nice guy. perhaps it’s because… he isn’t.
a/n: i'm late… i know and i’m sorry! 😭 i think i already mentioned it before that march will be busy month for me and just as expected, i’m struggling to write in between/after my schedules asdfghjlsjdhk but i somehow managed to pull through for this one. i’m already proud of myself for being at least an hour late rather than being hours or worse, days late so here ya go, enjoy! 🤗
also, sorry that this chapter’s short and that it’s probably riddled with typos/mistakes > < i’ll try to make up for it in the next one. see y’all next week ☺️
Chapter 6 | Playground [M]
Kevin points a threatening finger at you and marches over with angry footsteps. “You have a lot of explaining to do, Missy!” He drops his bag carelessly on the floor, arms crossed in displeasure and eyes narrowed.
You heave a deep sigh. You still feel stupid and actually quite sorry for what happened the night before. You knew Kevin was coming over for one of your movie nights but what you did not know was that Juyeon would come before he did and that he was very… needy.
Long-story-short, Juyeon definitely got what he wanted but at the expense of you scarring your best friend for… probably his entire life. “Well? Aren’t you gonna say anything? Will you please fucking explain to me why I walked in on my best friend riding some man’s dick?!” He leans in closer, choosing just now to use a hushed tone, “Specifically Lee Juyeon?!”
“Kevin, you really need to work on your fucking volume when you speak. Do you want the whole class to know what happened?!” You angrily whisper your second sentence, anxious eyes looking around. “Even I don't know what happened! What was that? Are you two finally dating? Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?!”
“What? We’re… We’re not dating.” Kevin gives you a perplexed look before he’s gasping and looking at you in pure contempt. “I can’t believe you! You coerced him into being your little fuck buddy, didn’t you?!” he whisper-yells, glaring at you. Your jaw drops at his accusation, actually quite hurt about what he just said. “Wow, do you really think that low of me, Kevin?!” you whisper-yell right back at him.
And finally, he shuts his big mouth. You roll your eyes and try not to frown. “It was a mutual decision,” you mumble, “In fact, he was the one who brought it up!” Your best friend still doesn’t say anything but by the way he’s looking at you, you know that he’s sorry for what he said and he realized that it wasn’t called for.
Still, you feel defensive about it so you go on saying, “He’s not this… angelic, innocent guy everybody makes him out to be! He– He–” Now you’re the one leaning forward, “He left me all tied up with a vibrator inside me while he went out to buy us dinner! He’s… cruel and mean as fuck!”
Kevin’s face crumples in disgust and he pushes your face away from him, “I did not need to fucking know that! Seriously, was yesterday not enough?!” In the midst of your (poor) attempt to whisper and keep your conversation between yourselves, Juyeon walks into the room.
The moment he lays his eyes on you, his lips curl into a fond smile and his feet automatically take him to where you are. “Hey–” he greets before he even notices how you and Kevin were talking in low voices, stopping himself from speaking when you both whip your heads to his direction and scowl.
“Oops.. Bad time?” he sheepishly says, sporting an equally sheepish and awkward grin. You give him a deadpanned look and thankfully, he takes the hint. Nodding once, Juyeon walks away to find a vacant seat elsewhere while Kevin quiets down to take in all the information you just told him.
You and Juyeon, fuck buddies… friends with fucking benefits. As much as it’d contradict everything he’s said and believed, he kind of saw this coming deep down in the darkest corners of his mind. He lets out a defeated sigh.
“Well… At least I trust him,” Kevin says, more to himself than to you but it catches your attention and you turn to him with your brows pinched together, “What do you mean?” He shrugs and starts taking out his binder and pencil case, “I just know that… whatever happens, you’ll both be okay.”
You blink at him, only getting more confused. “What… do you mean?” you dumbly repeat and Kevin shakes his head, chuckling, “Nothing, harlot. Have fun, I guess?” You raise a questioning eyebrow at him and your mouth opens to prod but he immediately cuts you off saying, “You might wanna give your new boy toy your attention now though. I can feel him burning holes into your back.”
You ignore the warmth creeping onto your cheeks and turn around in your seat. True enough, Juyeon is staring at you. His sharp eyes turn into little endearing crescents the moment you meet eyes and he flashes you a closed mouth smile.
He waves his phone and starts typing something in, your own device sounding out just a few seconds later. “Your place or mine?” The text reads, making you scoff incredulously. This man is insatiable.
[You | 8:17 AM] Again? Wasn’t last night enough?
You turn back around to see him reading your text with his teeth clamping down his bottom lip to keep a smile at bay.
[Juyeon | 8:18 AM] What are you talking about? I can never get enough of you, baby 😉
You too fight the urge to smile at his reply.
“Your place,” you promptly text back and tuck your phone away to make it seem like you’re casual about it. But your phone dings again and before you could even stop yourself, you already have it out, quietly giggling to yourself. “You guys aren’t… sexting, are you?” Kevin comments beside you, dampening your mood.
“Shut the fuck up, Kevin.”
Today has been a busy day. You barely saw Kevin, let alone Juyeon but even with all the shit you had to do, your mind always takes you back to him. It was like when you first slept with him. You see him when you close your eyes… feel his touches lingering on your skin, his breath that tickles your ear and neck, that stupid scent he has that reminds you comfort and warmth, his sharp mysterious eyes.
Heck, you’ve even thought about the moles on his eyelid, one that’s prominent and the other that’s a little smaller, right at the crease so you can only see it when he's closing his eyes. Your brows are in a tight knit as you make your way to the library. Is his dick that good for him to just lurk in your mind like this?
Huffing, you push the double doors of the entrance open and immediately drop your head to somehow hide your identity. One of your really good friends, Jacob, has recently become a library volunteer and you practically begged him to let you in, sick of struggling to find sources for your papers and for a place to peacefully study at.
Jacob sees and treats you like his little (bratty) sister so he gave in rather quickly and agreed to let you inside. But, just in case his other co-volunteers see you, he told you to go to the study rooms around back since no one ever really uses them anymore. You glance at him working on the front desk and he all but shoos you away, pointing to the direction of the study rooms.
You discreetly nod your head, scurrying your way there and weave through the shelves to collect your references before you proceed to the farthest study room. Carrying your book in one arm, you tentatively twist the doorknob, sighing in relief that it isn’t locked. Quickly, you push the door open and switch the lights on while you look outside to make sure no one’s seen you.
A low groan suddenly sounds out in the dark and you almost scream in shock. Thankfully, your hand is able to fly up to cover your mouth fast enough and the way you jump back doesn’t cause too much of a ruckus. When the lights finally stop flickering, the person occupying the room stretches in his seat. Clearly, he’s just woken up.
"Holy fuck, Juyeon! You scared me!" You whisper-yell, looking back at the empty hall one last time before going inside. "Have you been sleeping here all this time?" You dump your backpack on an empty chair while he checks his phone sitting near his forearm, "Yup, for a good two hours."
"Huh, Jacob says no one uses these rooms anymore."
"Exactly why I'm here sleeping."
His cheeky grin makes you shake your head and chuckle as you sit on the chair in front of him and take your laptop out. He eyes the books you’ve set aside next to your laptop and says, "Lemme guess, you have another paper to cram for?"
You make a face, "Sort of? I forgot to turn in the last paper Professor Lee made us do so he gave me a chance. But of course, there's a catch. I have to do two more in advance." He grimaces, "Yikes." And you pout, dropping your shoulders. "I know right?" Juyeon’s quiet laughter pulls at the corner of your lips and you smile softly.
You would absolutely loathe to admit it but bumping into him like this and just seeing him makes you… happy. And perhaps, makes you feel a sense of ease too? At least you don’t have to be distracted thinking about where he is or what he’s doing when he is literally in front of you, right?
You sigh to yourself as you begin working on your dreaded paper and Juyeon just sits there, chin resting on his folded arms, watching you switch from reading your book to typing on your laptop. And here you thought that finally, your hectic day would have at least some peace but…
You absolutely thought wrong.
Your paper looks like it'll have to be done at home because Juyeon is currently fucking you into the table, your hands bound behind your back by his fucking belt and your torn underwear stuffed in your mouth to keep your noises in.
How you ended in this position (metaphorically and literally), you have no fucking clue. It was a blur, a complete haze and it doesn’t help that his cock is deep in your warmth, making you dizzy.
You let out a strangled whine as Juyeon snaps his hips into yours, precise and hard, rocking the poor table beneath you. Cursing under your breath, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull when he hits that sweet spot inside of you.
Your legs threaten to give and Juyeon just laughs at the way your body is reacting to him. He tugs on your belt-bound wrists forcing your upper body up while he meets you halfway and leans forward. "Oh, kitten. Didn't I tell you to be quiet? The door’s not locked, you know. We can't let anyone know what's going on in here, can we?" he purrs into your ear, the snap of his hips not faltering.
"Unless… That's what you want?” You can feel him smirking against your ear and you helplessly whimper into your underwear. “You want people to know how good I make you feel? You want them to know who fucks your greedy lil' cunt nice and hard? Exactly how you like it? Hmm?"
He bends you back down and you gasp when your nipples hit the cold table top. Finally, he takes your panties out of your mouth. "Fuck!" is the first thing you could spit out. You turn your head to watching him fucking you, walls tightening even more when you see him throwing his head back in pleasure, quiet grunts and moans spilling from his lips.
"Ah! Juyeon, I'm-- I'm s-so-- hah-- close!" He looks down at you and lets out a breathless chuckle, "I know. Your tight pussy's feels so fucking good around me, princess" From the table and your wrist, a hand grabs your hips and he pulls you back against him, meeting his sharp thrusts. The other disappears between your legs to rub tight circles on your swollen clit.
Your mouth opens to let out a mewl but you quickly clamp your teeth down your bottom lip to muffle it. The table starts sliding forward as he goes faster and you silently thank the heavens above that the floor’s carpeted before your high unexpectedly hits you.
It’s so sudden and so intense that you forget about staying quiet and you cry out, only to have him cover your mouth with his hand. His doesn't relent as he chases his own high, breathing harder while you writhe and shake beneath him, on a sensory fucking overload as he continues to fuck you and abuse your clit.
Just before oversensitivity could seep in, Juyeon pulls out and cums on your ass. He looks at the mess he made with twinkling eyes, cursing under his breath when he takes his hand off your mouth. You're both panting, burning skin glistening with sweat but you're satiated and utterly blissed out.
You squish your cheek onto the cool surface of the table and wiggle your fingers behind to keep yourself conscious. When Juyeon sees that, he stops admiring the mess he made of you and immediately frees you of his belt. “Sorry, my princess,” he mumbles, just before dropping a kiss on your hair.
He massages your hands and arms a little and you don’t know it but a dreamy smile graces your lips, your heavy eyelids threatening to close. Juyeon cleans himself off of you with his fingers but before he could wipe it onto a tissue, you’re suddenly much more awake and have a new found energy as you spin around to his hand.
You lick his cum off his fingers, making sure you don't miss a single drop. He gawks at you, both surprised and impressed. "So filthy," he scrunches his nose fondly and you hum in satisfaction, "So good." You open your eyes just then, looking at him through your lashes as you twirl your tongue around one of his fingers and suck softly.
"Watch it,” he warns gently as he pops his finger out of your mouth, “Don’t make me fuck your pretty mouth too~" You bite your lip, not exactly opposed to the idea but it seems as though Juyeon didn’t have time for that anymore. "I gotta go,” he murmurs and quickly tucks himself back into his pants.
While he’s busy fixing his hair and shirt, you take his belt lying on the table and pull him towards you by his belt loop. Juyeon freezes, eyes widening just a hair and you see his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he gulps. “I have a class in a few," he regrettably whispers, obviously not wanting to leave just yet.
You simply laugh and nod your head while you finish securing his belt. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Lee," you teasingly say, winking at him. Juyeon cracks into an affectionate smile and shakes his head at you. You’re suddenly so playful and cheeky. It makes leaving you here all the more harder for him.
He watches with tender eyes as you put your shirt back on and try to look as decent as possible. He wanted to help you out but he’s afraid that if he touches you, he really won’t be able to let go. You quirk an eyebrow when you saw him still standing there, “Don’t you have a class to get to, Sir?”
Mr. Lee and now Sir? You’re really testing him. He gives you a warning look before finally moving to collect his things. He quickly exits the room in case his resolve breaks, hearing your melodic giggles right before the door shuts behind him. He walks away with heavy steps. The further he gets the harder he contemplates if he should show up late to class or just not show up at all.
Sighing, Juyeon shakes his head lightly and stuffs his hands in his pocket, only to have his brows meet in the middle when he feels something foriegn inside one of them. He’s so confused he almost pulls it out but thank goodness, he figured it out before he could do so.
He swallows hard, cheeks gradually warming up as he makes it out of the library. Was he so out of it, a little too entranced by you for him not to notice you slipping your underwear in his pocket?
genre: (eventual) smut, (a generous amount of?) angst, fluff, hybrid!au
warning/s: very suggestive material (semi? smut? huhu idk) & lots of tension 👀
word count: 2.3k
synopsis: Minghao impulsively adopts a hybrid for you and you hate him for it. But after getting to know your new hybrid, you realized it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. You’ve gained a new friend, a companion and… perhaps more?
a/n: hello, my lovlies! Miracle Bunny is also back, yeeeeyyy *tiny hops of joy* i'll try to stay consistent and update weekly like i used to. i'm planning on releasing some new stuff so i kinda wanna finish this and NSAGB so i can focus on those > < anyhow, happy reading everyone!!! don't hesitate to send me some asks, would love to talk to y'all <333
(p.s: still a bit rusty so if this chapter sucks… i’m sorry!)
Chapter 5
Stunned, mind whirling in absolute confusion, you stand in the middle of your kitchen just dumbly staring at the wall opposite you. You were supposed to be cooking, ingredients all laid out and ready but you haven’t touched them, nor have you really moved from your spot before Jeonghan left to go to who knows where doing who knows what.
“Wow, looks like you’re cooking a fancy meal,” he had said, walking into the kitchen to grab his water bottle from the fridge. You threw him a beaming smile, “I found this recipe online and I thought you might like it. I’m making a vegan version!” He laughs in pure fondness at the way you excitedly bounce on the balls of your feet.
But your innocent smile faltered when he took a sip of water and suddenly said, “I’d rather have you for dinner though. I bet you taste just as good or maybe even better.” You blinked at him, the devious little smirk tugging at the corner of his lip making your mind go completely blank. “H-Huh?” was your dumb reply.
Jeonghan laughed, eyes wrinkling at the corners when he grins at you. “Kidding! See you later!” Then he pulled you by the waist and ever so delicately kissed the corner of your lips. You stiffened, eyes going wide, most especially when he just turned around and left as if nothing happened.
“He didn’t… That didn’t actually happen, right?” you laugh nervously, finally coming back to your senses, “I… I must be imagining things,” you try to convince yourself, finally moving from your spot. You try to continue what you were doing earlier but you can’t deny how very distracted you are. Dropping the knife before you accidentally cut yourself, you heave a deep sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.
“Okay, fuck. Why am I being like this? Maybe… Maybe I need to get laid or something…”
As time passes, Jeonghan gets more suggestive and flirty with you. Something you always chose to brush off just because you don’t want it to get in your head. But whether you really are in dire need of a good lay or not, the hybrid really has been acting weird these days.
First, it had been his restlessness, always going out to jog or play sports and when he’s home he surprisingly works out like crazy. Practically, he just does anything to keep himself busy and active which you didn’t think much of at first.
Then you find him clingier than he normally is, always staying so close to you whether you were cooking, doing the laundry or even when you painted. He’s suddenly always craving for some type of physical affection from you and when you don’t give it to him, he gets upset.
What makes it even weirder is that there are moments when he doesn’t go near you at all, opting to lock himself in his room, only coming out when he needs to eat or go to the bathroom. It has been either or for this couple of days and you feel completely thrown out of the loop, never knowing what his temperament would be like tomorrow or the day after that.
“Yes, sir! I’ll have it ready before your restaurant opens. Don’t worry,” you smile even if your client can’t see and nod your head enthusiastically. You’re pacing back and forth, a paintbrush in one hand while the other holds your phone to your ear.
You’re in a worn button down, paint stains creating quite a unique pattern in the otherwise boring design and some loose lounge shorts. Your hair is tied up into a messy bun, exposing your neck and pretty collar bones. The fact that you’re very obviously not wearing a bra underneath is just the cherry on top of Jeonghan’s misery.
If he’s not trying so damn hard to get himself together, he would’ve been drooling by now. You look so fuckign beautiful and sexy, and hot but also very candid and adorable. He can’t, for the love of him, take his eyes off of you. It doesn’t at all help that the buttons of your shirt are done wrongly and he’s trying not to fix it or he might actually take it off of you instead.
He feels like a fucking pervert, just seeing your exposed skin and feeling hot all over, mind racing with impure thoughts. Your voice seems far away and muffled as he fights off his thoughts and urges. He builds his legos distractedly, brows in a permanent furrow, a small shake in his hands when he puts the pieces together.
He doesn’t notice that you’ve hung up and have gone back to painting. He doesn’t notice the time tick by and he doesn’t notice that he’s building the legos all wrong. What he does notice though, is your presence drawing closer to him. He swallows hard.
“God, my back hurts,” you sigh as you sit next to him on the couch. You lay your head on his shoulder, missing the way his body momentarily stiffens at the mere contact. Jeonghan squeezes the lego piece he’s holding. “Aw, poor baby,” he coos at you, “Why don’t you lie down, I’ll massage you.”
Fuck.
What is he doing?
But it’s as if he’s moving on autopilot, his brain no longer incharge of his actions when he pushes you down. His hands are itching to feel your warm skin and like the rest of him, they act on their own when they unbutton your shirt.
You up at him in panic, “J-Jeonghan?” He mentally punches himself when he hears your shaky voice calling his name. “Sorry… I just thought it’d feel better with this off.” He has no idea how saying that would make things any better but thankfully, you buy it. Blinking your nerves away, you slowly nod and undo a few more.
Jeonghan holds his breath, hungry eyes watching your hands as they expose even more of your skin. But he doesn’t get to look much longer when you flip over and lie on your stomach. Jeonghan swallows again. He tries to snap himself out of it, settling at the back of your thighs as his hands experimentally massage your bare shoulders.
You moan at the way his fingers press down on your aching muscles, not having a single clue how much it’s affecting him, how Jeonghan is literally sweating bullets trying to fight off his urges. He clamps down hard on his bottom lip, trying to contain his whimpers, his cock already hard.
You feel the warmth radiating off of him in waves and you worry if something’s wrong. Opening your eyes and turning your head, you’re about to ask him if he feels sick but you finally notice the muffled whimpering. You faintly hear him curse under his breath and then you feel it, his dick, hot and heavy on your ass.
Then... he slowly starts moving his hips, rubbing himself against you. You gasp before you can even stop yourself and he’s off of you in mere milliseconds. “S-Sorry, I forgot I have a game with the boys today. I’m gonna go shower.” And just like that, he’s gone, leaving you completely dumbfounded, wondering if you were imagining things again.
“Jeonghan!”
You’re not the most physically coordinated or sporty but the moment you see him shoving Mingyu into the ground, you’re suddenly a track and field athlete when you run over to them. “What the fuck is your problem?!” Mingyu yells, struggling against Jihoon and Seokmin. Jeonghan sees red and scoffs dramatically, “My problem? What’s my-- What the fuck is your problem, huh? You elbowed me!”
“It was an accident! I already--”
“No, fuck you!”
You and Seungkwan can barely hold Jeonghan back. He’s somehow hell bent on landing a punch on Mingyu’s face that both of your feet slip when he pushes forward. “Jeonghan, stop it! Calm d- ow!” you fall backwards when Jeonghan all but flings you and Seungkwan away, everyone freezing when they see you hit the concrete floor.
You wince in pain as you get up and when you flip your hands over, you see your palms are all scraped up. “Shit, I’m sorry…” Jeonghan immediately snaps out of his rage and rushes over to you, brows furrowing in concern. He very carefully takes your hands and brushes off the debris stuck on your wound in complete panic, “Fuck! I’m so sorry. I didn’t-- I wasn’t--”
“No, it’s okay. It’s fine,” you mumble out calmly, giving him a reassuring smile. Seungkwan is quick to let you sit on a bench. He grabs the first aid kit he keeps in his bag and he handles your little scrapes with a very gentle hand. The bunny hybrid just stands there, feeling incredibly guilty as he watches Seungkwan tend to your wounds.
His ears are permanently glued to his head and all the others look at you with the same concern too. You’re quite amused by it actually. How can they fret over something so small? You’re not even hurt that badly. “It’s just a scrape, guys. I’ll be fine,” you chuckle as you stand up and try to reach for Jeonghan’s arm. He catches your wrist before you could touch him, “I still hurt you…”
Oh, if you could, you would’ve already melted into a puddle. The way Jeonghan looks at you with his big glassy eyes, brimming with guilt and worry, makes you feel some type of way. You can’t help the giggle that bubbles past your lips. “It was only an accident. Now c’mon, make up with Mingyu.”
He opens his mouth to probably smart mouth you but he closes it and just sighs. He brings your hand up to his face and kisses the inside of your wrists, mumbling a defeated, “Okay…” He turns to the younger hybrid and immediately apologizes to which Mingyu accepts just as quickly.
His worried gaze shifts towards Jeonghan, “Are you okay, hyung? You’ve been a little off lately...” Jeonghan simply nods, smiling to make it even more believable but Mingyu, or any of his other friends, doesn’t buy it.
They look at him suspiciously, sharing a few glances, “You’re not in h--” He cuts him off with a firm shake of his head, flashing eyes holding a type of message that apparently only they can understand because you just stand there completely oblivious.
“Jeonghan, stop worrying! It’s not that bad, okay? It’ll heal in no time.” He still pouts despite your efforts and all you could do is sigh in resignation. He kept asking you if any other part of you was hurt on your way back home, he kept apologizing to you and basically did everything for you that required you to use your hands which, in that case, is everything.
His immense care and concern for you, even for something this minor is making you feel butterflies in your stomach, feel completely and so easily disarmed. Chuckling, you reach out to hug his head to your chest. He immediately fixes his position on the arm of the couch, settling you between his legs and circling his arms around your hips.
He looks up at you from that angle, chin resting on your sternum, his ridiculous pout still on his face. You smile softly and stroke his ears. “I honestly don’t know how else to assure you that I’m fine, Jeonghan.” He sighs quietly and closes his eyes. “I’m overreacting, aren’t I?” he mumbles and you giggle, scrunching your nose at him, “A little.” Finally, he cracks a smile, turning his head so he can hear your heartbeat.
“Maybe this is just me wanting your attention?” You laugh, “You have all of it, sir.” Humming in satisfaction, Jeonghan drums his fingers against your hip bones. “Maybe… more of your affection?” You laugh again, “You’re in my arms right now. What more is there?”
And suddenly, the air shifts. Jeonghan’s fingers stop moving. He unwraps his arms around you and grabs your hips instead, squeezing lightly as he looks up. Your smile gradually fades and you blink at how different his eyes are.
From your hips, his hands slowly smoothing down the side of your thighs, the intensity of his gaze keeping you still but pliable. Without a word, he urges you to straddle him and you obediently do so, your hands now on his shoulder to steady yourself.
With one hand holding onto your thigh and the other cupping the back of your neck, the beating inside your chest doubles. You're breathing a little harder, anticipating his next move. He tentatively leans in and you don’t know what came over you but you meet him halfway, pressing your lips against his own.
Jeonghan moans into the kiss, squeezing your thigh and pulling you even closer by the neck. He kisses you hard, fervently and desperately and you do the same, matching his pace perfectly as you snake your arms around his neck.
You both push into each other, wanting to feel so much more. His hands start trailing up and down your back, squeezing at your bum and cupping your breast. You whimper against his lips, running your fingers down his torso but before you can even attempt to go lower, he pulls away and presses his forehead against yours.
He gently grabs your wrists, rubbing small circles on your skin as he whispers, “Your hands…” Breathing heavily from the fiery kiss, you almost scoff at him for what he just said. You couldn’t care less about your fucking hands. Not after what just happened.
“Jeonghan–”
“I’m going to go take a shower”
With his head down, he gently lifts you off of his lap and immediately makes a beeline towards the bathroom. Stunned, you stare at the empty hallway, fingers coming up to your lips. That was definitely real. Either that or your daydreams are starting to feel terrifyingly real.
warning/s: dacryphilia, dirty talk, edging, multiple orgasm, oral (f), fingering, panty stuffing (....yep 😬), unprotected sex, a widdle bit of teasing, some tension and a whisper of subspace so perhaps dom!juyeon too? oh, god idk anymore my brain’s fried
word count: 5.5k (🥴)
synopsis: if there is one thing Juyeon doesn’t like about himself, it’s that he’s a nice guy. and it’s… strange.
because why would he feel that way when it’s not something to dislike? what about it has Juyeon perpetually annoyed just hearing it in the same sentence as his name?
perhaps it’s because Juyeon doesn’t want to be just a nice guy. perhaps it’s because… he isn’t.
a/n: i’m back beautiful bitches <3 nah, i’m kidding! about the bitches part, that is hahaha i’d like to apologize for two things before you head on over to read, 1.) we all know it’s been a minute since i wrote anything so this chapter might actually suck… and 2.) this one’s intense. idk how else to put it. so just brace yourself, okay? i barely made it myself… best of luck, babes and happy reading <333
Chapter 5 | Don’t Hesitate [M]
You and Juyeon still talk. You greet each other in class, acknowledge each other’s presence in the halls with little nods, you smile at each other and even hang out sometimes. You’re both fine. You should be fine... except you’re not.
To everybody else except Kevin, you two seem pretty normal. But in truth, there’s an awkward air around you these days, a type of suffocating tension that’s far from desirable yet the two of you always choose to ignore it. You feel bad for Kevin sometimes, getting stuck in whatever’s happening between you and Juyeon.
It pisses you off just as much as it boggles your mind. Because why do you feel this way in the first place? You’ve never cared about this before. You’ve never given any of your past hookups a second thought but why is this happening? Why is this different?
Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you stop walking a couple of feet away from the library. You sometimes forget you’re banned from this place and you end up mindlessly barging in. The moment any of the library volunteers or even the librarian herself sees you, not only are you escorted out but they extend your banned status too.
You groan, another one of your rushed assignments waiting to be finished in your laptop like a ticking time bomb. You’re aware that most, if not all, of your professors hate you but you didn’t think they’d give you an even harder time assigning you something that’s this specific, the only reference material you need being from the library that everyone and their mother knows you’re banned from going to.
You don’t notice at all that you’ve been scowling at the library entrance until someone points it out, the voice so chillingly familiar. You whip around and you’re greeted with Juyeon’s soft smile, “What’s the matter, princess?”
The nickname makes butterflies erupt in your stomach but you grit your teeth, ignoring the fluttering and pulling it together enough to reply without stumbling over your words, “Just need some references in the library for Professor Boo’s assignment… but obviously I can’t get it because the librarian hates my guts and I’m still banned so…”
Juyeon chuckles at you fondly, thumb almost naturally reaching out to smoothen the crease between your brows. “Don’t worry. I can get it for you.” And before you can even respond, he walks straight into the library. Without much of a choice, you inwardly sigh and step over to the side to wait for him.
A few minutes later, he walks out carrying a thick, worn out looking textbook. You shoot him a grateful smile, “Thanks, Juyeon. I’ll be quick so you can return it ASAP, I promise.” You reach out for the book but Juyeon quickly shakes his head, “It’s heavy. I’ll carry it.”
“O-Oh, Uhh… okay.” Awkwardly, you both walk away from the library. There’s nothing but silence between you and you don’t even know where you’re headed, letting your feet take you to who knows where. You nibble your bottom lip, contemplating about striking up a conversation or not. You just don’t want to force anything and make it even more awkward than it already is.
The deafening silence is making you feel all sorts of uncomfortable and it doesn’t help that you can feel him stealing glances your way, your hands constantly brushing against each other. You train your face, tucking your hair behind your ear and holding the straps of your bag instead so your hands aren’t just dangling at either side of you.
“So, are you going to Oasis?” You almost let out a big sigh of relief when Juyeon finally breaks the silence. “Yeah! I-- Wait…” Your brows furrow and you turn your head to look at him, “Aren’t you supposed to be working right now?” Juyeon’s eyes widen as if he’s just remembered something.
“Oh... I already quit actually.”
“Really? Why?”
“Kevin was right. I’m too loaded this semester. It was getting difficult for me to balance work and school at the same time.”
You simply nod, not knowing what to reply anymore. A few beats of silence pass before he decides to speak again, “I could still go with you though… If you want me to.” Juyeon turns to you too, a hand in his pocket and a small, charming smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You try your best not to trip over absolutely nothing. “Mmm, it’s alright,” you look away, “Maybe you have other things to do.”
Still turned to you, Juyeon hums in thought, “Well, the rest of my classes got canceled because of the emergency faculty meeting so I was actually going to go home but really, I don’t mind going with you. Or if you want you could…” He trails off, biting his lip and looking off to the side like he said something he wasn’t supposed to.
Without another word, he faces back to the front and continues walking as if he wasn’t just talking to you. The way he didn’t even attempt to continue what he was saying piqued your interest. “Hmm? What were you saying?” Juyeon glances at you and scratches the back of his head, “I was... going to invite you to my place? You might be more comfortable working there but…”
You nod slowly but the million thoughts running through your head goes a mile a minute. He presses his lips in a line, no longer expecting a reply from you which is why he’s taken aback when you look back at him and go, “Sure, why not?”
A million thoughts in your head and you decide not to listen to a single one. You’ve really done it this time. You’ve just set yourself up.
It felt like deja vu. Walking to his car brings you back to the time he took you home. He opened the door for you and shielded your head with his hand like he did the last time. He put your seat belt on for you again and you still think he smells nothing less of home. That split second of feeling his warmth, him being so close and within reach was enough to make your brain haywire.
And suddenly you’re questioning not only your decision but if you can even make it out of this car ride alive. It was quiet for the most part, the soft sound of the radio the only thing filling the air. Juyeon occasionally checked up on you and you’d smile, nodding your head. After the 5th time though, you can’t help but laugh.
“Juyeon, I’m perfectly fine and very much comfortable,” you finished with a giggle and he grinned at you sheepishly. Without thinking, he reached over to pat your hair and the air drastically shifted. You found yourselves staring at each other, his hand on your head coming down to cup your cheek. Your miniscule smile fades as your lips slightly part to suck in a breath.
Juyeon’s adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, unconsciously gulping when he let his eyes flicker over your features, fixating on your lips until his thumb moved to stroke the plump flesh. You felt your gaze begin to change and you saw the same thing happening on Juyeon’s end but then the light turned green.
The impatient honking from the car behind you snapped you both out of it and as reluctant as he was to let go, he did so anyway, bringing his focus back to the road. You inwardly took a deep breath, blinking away the darkness in your eyes.
For the rest of the ride, you busy yourself by looking out the window, watching the world whiz past. You become silent again and Juyeon doesn’t say anything anymore or even glance your way. The closer you get to his apartment though, the faster the anxiousness builds inside of you.
You have no idea why you’re suddenly getting nervous. You’re literally there to work on an assignment. It’s not like you’re going to do anything else but the twist in your gut is too prominent and annoying. It’s almost as if your body is telling you something but you just can’t put your finger on it.
“We’re here,” he finally speaks after being silent for so long. You look up at the huge building and before he even drives into the basement parking lot, you already know that his place is going to be far different from yours. You try picturing what it would look like in your head but you find out later that even your imagination doesn't even come close when he opens the door.
You can’t help but be awed, your curious eyes scanning the sleek and modern interior. His place is bigger than you expected. It’s cleaner than most, if not all, the male apartments you’ve been to and you’re practically in love with how homey it still feels despite the design and color scheme.
It smells like him too and for some reason, that brings you so much comfort. Much more than you’d like to admit. This is definitely more peaceful and comfortable than the cafe. You’re actually glad you agreed to come. “Thanks for inviting me over, Juyeon. You have such a lovely home.”
He smiles a grateful smile as he takes your jacket and puts it on the coat rack next to his. “Thanks and no problem at all. Where do you wanna work?” You follow Juyeon into his spacious living room, head still whipping here and there to check the place out. “Woah! Look at this view!”
You almost run towards the floor to ceiling windows and plant your hands on the glass like an excited child at an aquarium but thankfully, you caught yourself before you could. You timidly glance at Juyeon while he bursts into endeared chuckles.
He walks over to where you are and stands behind you, gently rubbing your arms up and down. “Focus, princess. You have an assignment to do, remember?” His lips brushing against the shell of your ear and his hot breath fanning the side of your face sends shivers down your spine. You feel heat pooling at the pit of your stomach and you can’t help but close your eyes. You gulp.
Patting your shoulders, he tells you to work on the counter instead so it’ll be easier for you, effectively snapping you out of the fantasy about to cloud your mind. “Make yourself feel at home! You can get anything you want from the fridge, okay? I’ll just take a quick shower.” His voice fades as he walks down a hall to what you assumed was his room.
And finally, you let go of the breath you were unconsciously holding. You purse your lips, mentally slapping yourself as you take your laptop out. You get down to business right away, cracking open the reference book Juyeon got you and reading like your life depended on it.
20 minutes later, you realized that this assignment isn’t something you can possibly cram. There’s at least 15 to 20 pages worth of information you have to shorten into a mere 2 paged paper, the tiny ass font and huge blocks of text making your brain hurt. You’ve already gone through 3 pages (back to back) and all you got was a measly paragraph.
You heave an exasperated sigh for the nth time just as Juyeon walks into the kitchen, fresh from his shower. And as if you aren’t already miserable, he just has to walk around top naked, his gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
Frustrated and so done with your fucking assignment, you don’t even hide the way you check him out, bottom lip caught between your teeth as your eyes rake over his body. He pushes his damp hair back and opens the fridge. The weather today is already quite hot but he just made it ten times worse. You’re burning up, ready to pounce at any given moment but you mentally fight yourself not to.
You breathe deeply through your nose, pathetically rubbing your thighs together and willing yourself to look away. But it’s too late. Juyeon has you right where he wants you and he only smirks at how he can practically feel your gaze even through the refrigerator door.
He shuts the freezer, the thud making you jump in your seat even if you’re not staring anymore. You risk looking up from your book and he quickly makes a show of licking ice cream off the wooden spoon that came with it, eyes drilling holes into yours.
“Hot today, huh?” he drawls, walking over to you and leaning against the counter. “Do you want some? There’s only a popsicle left though.” You almost immediately shake your head and politely decline his offer. Eating a popsicle in front of Juyeon? That’s one inappropriate mess just waiting to happen and you’d rather not put yourself in that situation.
When he nods and seemingly walks away, you thought by then that he would leave you alone and go about his day doing other things but instead, he sits in the stool next to you, in all of his shirtless glory, eating his ice cream so painfully slow. He has his seat turned to you and he’s just… staring at you while you work (or at least try to).
You shift slightly in your seat, feeling a little uncomfortable, stuck in the same page for god knows how long already. You drag your teeth across your bottom lip in a nervous gesture before finally moving on to the next page. “Don’t you… have anything to do, Juyeon?” you tentatively ask, glancing at him and he simply smiles with a small shake of his head.
He finishes off the rest of his ice cream and stands to throw away his trash. You take a deep breath when he walks away and you again think that this time, he really will leave you alone. But of course you’re wrong.
Because he comes right back and even stands close to you, peering down at the book you’re reading with his hand right next to yours on the counter. You only last five seconds before you’re looking up at him like a helpless puppy, “Y-Yeah? Can I help you with something?”
Suddenly, he spins your stool and crashes his lips against yours, slotting himself between your legs. Your dress rides up your thighs and you moan in surprise, the taste of strawberry on his lips and tongue making you feel dizzy.
He kisses you feverishly and you reciprocate it without a second thought. His big hands feel up the expanse of your exposed thighs and he pulls you forward, your already wet core pressed onto his growing bulge. He groans into the kiss.
“Already, princess?” He chuckles against your bruised lips, hand slipping inside your panties to knead your ass. Albeit embarrassed at how wet you already are for him, you peck his smirking lips and run your hands down his toned torso, firm chest and abs flexing under your fingertips.
You can’t help but latch your lips on his chest, leaving your own little hickies as he rubs himself against you and curses under his breath. Your hands hold his waist and travel up his back to feel the muscles there too. His body is fucking beautiful. You would kiss every fucking inch of him if you could, lick, taste and mark him all over.
You would worship his gorgeous body and you’d do it right now if he didn’t grab a fist full of your hair to pull you off of him. You look up at him with your pupils blown out, swollen lips parted. His gaze upon you only gets darker, more clouded with absolute lust and something else that you can’t seem to place.
Before you can even start swimming in the mystery of his orbs, he plants his lips on yours again, his hand loosening on your hair. He ends up cradling the back of your head and it takes a while before he deepens the kiss.
But when he does, you're reduced to absolute mush. You melt into him, moaning and whimpering against each other’s lips as you take your time feeling the other’s burning skin, hands busy roaming and touching. Juyeon breathes a little harsher when your lips stray from his and start littering kisses on his jaw and neck but he doesn’t lose his focus.
He wraps your legs around his waist, effortlessly carrying you to his plush couch. He lays you down gently, the exact opposite of how he assaults your neck and collar bones. Breathless mewls escape your parted lips and your eyes flutter to a close. Juyeon kisses his way to your shoulder, his teeth biting onto the thin strap of your dress as he slips it off. The light scraping of his teeth on bare shoulder makes you shiver.
“I thought…” he mumbles against your warm skin, “That I could behave today… but I literally have you in my apartment all to myself. I...” He kisses his way to the junction between your neck and shoulder, to your jaw and finally back to your awaiting lips.
“I tried to shower to get a hold of myself. But all I could think of was you… pressed against the wet tiles while I fuck your tight lil’ pussy from behind,” he murmurs in between tiny pecks and you all but whine. Your hands desperately tugging him closer. He chuckles against your lips, the deep rumbling sound going straight to your pussy.
“Would you be okay with that, princess?” You nod fervently, “I don’t care where you fuck me, Juyeon. It could be on this couch, the fucking bathroom, against your huge ass windows. I don’t fucking care! Just please, I-I...” You hold his face and buck your hips up against his, dying for some friction. And all he does is smirk deviously, pushing your hips down and firmly holding you in place.
You whine but he shuts you up with his lips, fumbling with the buttons on your dress until your impatient ass unbuttons the rest for him. Juyeon silently thanks the heavens that you decided not to wear a bra today, eyes drinking in your naked body, nothing but flimsy panties in his way.
He cups one of your breasts, lightly squeezing while he eagerly dives in to suck on the other. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your hands on your dress find their way to his hair, fingers tangling and tugging as your body arches into his mouth.
He flicks his tongue against the stiff bud and slightly drags his teeth over your nipple before sucking it into his mouth again. His hand on your other breast is gentle, only giving it a little bit of attention before snaking down your body, getting dangerously close to your soaked core.
But however good you’re feeling right now, the tiny voice in your head won’t leave you alone. You wanted this to happen. You’ve been secretly hoping you’d get a chance like this with Juyeon again but you know in your heart that this probably isn’t the best thing to do.
A turmoil builds within you and suddenly, his ministrations don’t feel as good as they should. “J-Juyeon?” you stutter out, gently lifting his head off of your chest. He hums, hazy eyes staring hungrily into yours, middle finger drawing slow circles on your clothed clit.
You try your best to focus and maintain the little bit of rationality you pulled out of yourself. You swallow hard, “Th-This… I don’t think we should--” He pauses for a millisecond and actually looks at you. “You want this too, right?”
“I do. It’s just…”
“That I’m a nice guy? You’re worried about what people will think of me if I get involved with you?”
Yes, but there’s so much more than that too. That’s what you wanted to say but you yourself had no idea what you even mean by that. What more is there?
“I don’t fucking care,” he lets out a hollow chuckle, lips kissing a trail from your jaw to the valley between your breasts. When you don’t say anything, he pauses again and looks up. “If you want me to stop, just tell me…”
You sigh deeply, one hand absentmindedly combing through his hair while the other rests on his face, thumb caressing the apple of his cheek. You stare at him for a long while, your eyes flickering over his features. Softly, you trace each one with your fingers, his eyebrows, his eyelids and lashes, his forehead, down the slope of his pointy nose to his red swollen lip.
You’re breathing slowly but your heart beats faster than a humming bird’s wings, pounding loud and clear right in your ears. When he faintly kisses the pads of your fingers, eyes boring into yours, you suddenly feel like you’ve lost. After fighting and fighting as hard as you possibly can, you’ve chosen to surrender.
You hold his face gently and bring him up to meet yours. He already looks dejected. You can tell he’s anxiously waiting for you to say something, anything and that makes you feel some type of way. Juyeon wants this as much as you do. You’re just going to have to face the consequences later.
Inching closer, you briefly peck his lips and then you whisper, “Don’t stop.” Juyeon’s lips twitch into a small smile and he leans his forehead against your own. “I’m going to ruin you, princess,” he whispers back, fingers back on your clothed clit. Your eyes flutter to a close and you bite your lip hard at the anticipation, muffling your mewls and whines.
But he doesn’t like that. He pulls away almost immediately, dark, lust filled eyes glaring at you. He doesn’t even bother with your underwear, stroking his middle finger between your panty clad folds, pushing in the wet, silky fabric a little deeper. You choke out a moan and throw your head back against the cushion. He smirks, “That’s more like it. Don’t try to be quiet, baby. I like hearing your filthy sounds.”
He slaps your clit and without warning, shoves two fingers inside of you along with your fucking panties. You cry out at the foreign sensation, giving Juyeon exactly what he wants. “Juyeon,” you gasp out, bucking your hips into his hand while he makes a mess of your already ruined underwear.
You don’t exactly know what to feel about having your panties up your pussy but you don’t exactly hate it. He chuckles darkly at the sound of your melodic whines and whimpers, licking at a hickey he just made before pulling away.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands as he makes quick work of taking your underwear off. Did he even take it off or did he rip it off? You don’t even know. Your mind’s way too muddled to be coherent right now. Most especially when he’s grinding his hard on against your feverish core.
“You? I- ah- just f-fuck me, Juyeon. Please!”
“With what?”
“H-Huh?” You blink up at him like he just made those two words up and he huffs out an endeared but also patronizing chuckle. “Just a little taste of cock and you’re already dumbing down? C’mon now, princess. Fuck you with what exactly? My tongue? My fingers? These?”
He dangles your now translucent underwear in front of your face and, still unable to fully focus, you just nod. You nod oh-so fervently at whatever he’s offering. He raises an eyebrow at you in question but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he makes you suck on his fingers while he slowly twists the tiny fabric in your sopping hole.
You shamelessly moan against his fingers, hand tightly holding onto his forearm for dear life. “Look at you,” he breathes, sitting back on his heels to watch you all spread out for him, pussy stuffed, chest heaving and lips wet from drool and spit. “You're a mess.” He plays with the excess fabric of your panties that he left out and bites down on his bottom lip.
His sharp, clouded eyes pierce through yours as he slowly dips down to where you needed him most, “I love it.” A smirk barely makes itself known before he’s sucking your clit in his mouth, two fingers thrusting in your tightness, sending your underwear further inside of you.
It overwhelms your sensitive body and you jolt, hands flying to grab something while you lose yourself in the pleasure. A hand finds purchase on the cushion below your head, the other somehow finding its way to weave through his still damp hair.
Your eyes close shut, your head falling back as you feel the coil in your stomach get tighter and tighter, your lewd noises getting higher and much louder. A vice grip on your thigh catches your attention though. Fluttering your eyes open, you look down at Juyeon so tastefully buried between your legs, feeling like you could cum just from the visual alone.
“Look at me, princess. Watch me ruin you,” he smirks against your swollen clit before he’s flicking his tongue at it, fingers snapping faster, curling and scissoring inside your tightening walls. “Fuck! Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna- I-I’m gonna–”
You try your very best to keep your eyes open, your voice thinning out to nothing as your mouth simply hangs open in a silent scream. You’re so fucking close you can feel it with your finger tips.
But then he stops.
He pulls away from your pussy, takes his fingers and your panties out of you, then stands up. Your tears spring from your eyes before you even feel them burning, rolling down your cheeks and your lips quiver. At any point in time you would’ve been pissed to have your orgasm so mercilessly taken away from you but now you’re just frustrated and sad.
Juyeon gently tutts and coos at you, scooping you up to carry you again. “There, there, my pretty. I will let you cum. As many times as you fucking want but, just not here. And definitely not just on my tongue.” You stop crying almost immediately when his words register in your brain, blinking away the tears as your eyes stare in a particular direction. And Juyeon knows exactly what you’re staring at without even looking at it himself.
“Oh, baby. I could fuck you against the windows any other time or maybe even later if you can still take it,” he winks at you and you lick your lips in interest, “But I have a little something for you in here.” He swings the door to his room open and you gulp, a weird mix of anxious excitement bubbling at the pit of your stomach.
The words, “Please, Juyeon,” have become your mantra for the past 40 minutes, your hands handcuffed to his bed frame the entire fucking time. The man edged you with toys, with his tongue and fingers again and again until you’re a crying whimpering mess, orgasm so intense you swear you were out for a couple minutes after it.
Juyeon was kind enough to allow you to recover but the moment you said you were okay, he was more than ready to give you more. With your hands still bound, he sinks his thick cock in your heat and has his way with you all over again.
His dark chuckle paired with the way he’s thrusting into you so deeply makes you forget how to formulate words. You already came but his unrelenting pace is coaxing another orgasm out of you and it’s coming much faster than you expected.
“I– I don’t th-think I– c–”
“Of course you can, sweetheart,” he grunts, pecking one of the many hickies on your chest before he leans away and cups your jaw with his large hand. “Your lil pussy’s only getting tighter around me. You’re almost there. You can cum for me one more time.”
You respond with a cross between a gasp and a moan, mind melting from how much pleasure you’re feeling. Your toes curl behind his back and you dig your nails into your palms. He’s right. You’re already close, so fucking close but you still somehow needed more.
Frustrated tears start to well up in your eyes as you moan and cry out, “More! Make m-me cum, Juyeon. Fuck me open, p-please! Ah!” Juyeon’s gaze on you only gets darker when he sees your tears rolling down your cheeks. The pure and almost pitiful desperation in your voice going straight to his cock.
Growling, he starts slamming into you a little faster as his grip on your jaw shifts to press down on the sides of your throat. “Y-Yes! Fuck…” you manage to say before air stops going into your lungs, your eyes screwing shut when he taps your sweet spot over and over again.
You can see white spots behind your lids and you haven’t even cum yet. “C’mon, baby,” he breathes in your ear, letting go of your throat to press his thumb on your abused clit, “Let it go. Cum. For. Me.” A cry of his name rips from your throat and your back arches off the mattress, balling your fists so tight your hands almost feel numb.
Juyeon reaches his own high not long after, sloppy but hard thrusts rocking your squirming body. He cums inside of you and fills you up so much it’s leaking out of your spent hole. The warm feeling prolongs your already intense orgasm and you gasp for air, body twitching from the overwhelming high.
“Fuck! Fuck, Juyeon. Oh my g-g--” Your head lolls pathetically to the side as he rides out both your orgasms, grinding his hips into yours and making sure he has his cum in the very depths of you. He’s panting, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, fringe sticking to his forehead when he finally slows down to a stop. You feel faint, body completely limp and your eyes are barely able to open.
You feel yourself slipping away again and if you could, if you have the tiniest bit of energy to, you’d laugh at yourself for blacking out on him twice. A tender whisper of your name keeps you conscious, the jiggle of the cuffs coming undone following right after. “Stay with me, princess. Are you okay?”
Juyeon’s voice sounds further away than it should. You feel… floaty like you’re in some weird trance, like you’re teetering between unconsciousness and consciousness but you are still aware of things. You nod your head belatedly and feel a dreamy smile tug at the corners of your lips. You can hear Juyeon chuckling at you, feel him prodding his nose against yours. “You sure? Open your eyes, baby. Hmm?”
You want to oblige but you can’t. Your eyelids are way too heavy and you’d rather succumb than fight it. “Sleep…” you mumble and Juyeon doesn’t push any further. He simply sighs in content, brushing stray strands of hair away from your face, peppering you with butterfly kisses before he rests his head on your chest, the steady beat of your heart lulling him to sleep.
“Shit! My assignment!” You wake up in a cold sweat and scramble to stand up on your wobbly legs. For a second, you’re confused why you’re fully clothed and smell of Juyeon’s body wash but you decide to question that after your little predicament.
“Oh, good. You’re up! I ordered us some food in case you’re hungry and I texted Kevin that you won’t be making it to the rest of you classes because–”
“Great! Thanks, Juyeon. I’ll eat when I’m done with this, okay?”
You speed walk past him and quickly plop your butt onto the stool you were sitting on earlier. Your laptop is right where you’d left it, seemingly untouched but instead of your very unfinished assignment staring back at you, you’re met with an email that confirms your professor has received your paper already. Your eyes grow wide and whip your head in Juyeon’s direction. “Did you…?”
He nods his head guiltily and scratches at his eyebrow. “Yeah… I didn’t have the heart to wake you up for it so I just finished it myself…” He walks over to you with a small pout and his hands tucked into the pocket of his sweats, “I’m sorry.”
You could only sigh. He looks incredibly soft with his messy hair, thick framed glasses perched on his nose and his big doe eyes looking genuinely sorry for what he did. You too, do not have the heart to be upset with him. It’s not like he did anything wrong anyway. Why does he have to be this guilty?
“Can you stop being so nice?” You cross your arms and fake a frown. “I can’t believe you did my homework for me.” Juyeon wraps his arms around you in a warm hug and kisses the top of your head. “I’m really sorry, princess,” he murmurs against your hair.
He pulls away just enough to kiss your forehead, then your nose and then you feel his lips on the shell of your ear. “If it makes you feel any better, I expect something in return,” he whispers and suddenly, you feel his large hand slipping under the shirt he apparently made you wear.
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hello, sweet peas! i'm back 🥺 i've been feeling fantastic these days and am really motivated to write huhu i'm so proud of myself for bouncing back. i'm just sorry that it took a while 😔
but with that being said, you guys can expect something from me next week hehe some new content is also on the way 👀 i'm not exactly sure when they will be out but you'll def be seeing some teasers on the 11th or 13th of March. i'm so excited aaaaaa see you guys next week <3
hello everyone!!! 🥺 i suddenly missed this place so i decided to drop by. i thought i was doing okay already but the news of tbz members testing + kinda triggered me ldjdkdkd let’s all hope they recover soon and that no more members (or staff) get + 😭🙏🏻 i’m very sincerely hoping that you all are doing fine. please take care of yourselves and be extra extra careful, okay? 🥺
on another note, i started opening up my files for NSAGB and Miracle Bunny so i guess that’s kind of a good news? i honestly forgot the storyline hahaha so i’m trying to reread and hopefully that sparks some creativity and i’ll try writing again. no promises of when i’ll update tho!! i’m going at my own pace please understand i don’t wanna force myself but yeah, perhaps the next time i’m back here i’d be bringing updates for both??? 👀 ☺️
