“morning, baby,” jisung hums, rolling over to wrap you in his arms and kiss you on the cheek.
he hears you mumble something under your breath but he can’t quite make it out with your face is buried beneath the blankets.
“what was that?” he asks, pulling back the comforter to reveal your pout.
you attempt to yank it back out of his hands but he’s got a firm grasp on it and you nearly sock yourself in the face in your hubris. stupid strong beautiful man.
“it’s early,” you complain.
“i know, i know. i just… wanted to see how you were feeling. after last night.”
“and you couldn’t have waited until i woke up on my own?”
it’s jisung’s turn to pout now. “i was worried! you all but passed out after we were done. you didn’t even put pjs on.”
neither did he, but you don’t point that out.
“i’m good,” you sigh and roll onto your side so that you’re facing away from him. “just tired. and sore.”
you can’t see the face jisung makes but you can hear the concern in his voice. “sore? where?”
“where do you think?”
you feel his hand brush over your ass and then squeeze gently, freezing when he hears you hiss in pain.
“here?”
memories of the night before flash through both of your minds. you, bent over jisung’s knee as he spanked you over and over until you lost count. you, on all fours while jisung fucked you from behind, hips smacking against your ass again and again until you were both spent.
“yes.” it’s barely a whisper, but it’s enough for him to hear this time.
his hand strays further, reaching between your legs. you gasp.
“and here?” he asks again, pressing this thumb against your clit. you’re so sensitive that the slightest amount of pressure makes you whimper, and you’re torn between arching into his touch and away from it.
“oh- ah, mhm.”
“poor thing,” he coos, voice dripping with faux sympathy. “let me rub it better, yeah?”
he’s gentle with it, circling your clit as slow as he possibly can, kissing the back of your neck as you let out shaky sighs into your pillow.
he uses his other hand to part your legs further, just enough so that he can slide his cock between your thighs and start to grind it against you.
he seems intent on taking the edge off— in all senses of the word. he wants to soothe the ache between your legs, wants to praise you for how well you took him last night, wants to make you feel just as pretty and perfect as you look when you’re full of him.
“what about here?” he mumbles, pushing into you just a little. “are you sore here too, baby?”
“y-yes,” you cry out softly. “please ji, need more… feel empty.”
“i’ll take care of you, my love. don’t worry. we just gotta go slow, ok? i’m trying-” he cuts himself off with a low moan as he slides into you a bit further. “t-trying to make you feel better, not worse. so you’ve gotta be good for me, alright?”
Summary: When you planned a study date with your boyfriend, you hadn't thought that he would actually want to study throughout the whole thing — or that he would unexpectedly ditch you halfway through. Fortunately for you, he has a very obliging roommate who's more than happy to give the two of you some alone time...
Word count: 3.7k
Genres: college AU, established relationship, fluffy fluff
Warnings & Tags: jealousy (duh), making out, it gets quite suggestive but no actual smut (rating M), Han makes an appearance
Other works in this jealousy series: I.N
The idea of a ‘study date’ had seemed appealing to you at first. Your boyfriend was one of the top students in pretty much all of his classes and you didn’t want to interfere with that. You also liked working at the library well enough yourself, and you could see the inherent aesthetic of being surrounded by old books, hands brushing against each other every now and again, only quiet whispers filling the silence… Yeah, you thought you could make it work.
Your friends had also hyped you up. There had been lots of grins and winks when you had announced you wouldn’t be available for the afternoon. When you’d rolled your eyes at them and told them you were going to work, thank you very much, you’d been met with a lot of ‘Yeah, sure’ and one unnecessarily detailed description of how you could fuck in the library without getting caught. You hadn’t thought for a second that was an option, but you’d still left your dorm with some butterflies in your stomach.
As it turned out, though, Seungmin’s ideas of study dates were a lot more focused on studying than on the ‘date’ part.
He had kissed you, very briefly, when the two of you had met, which hadn’t fazed you all that much since you knew he wasn’t very comfortable with being affectionate in public. He had, however, taken your hand, traced circles over your skin with his thumb as the two greeted each other, and squeezed it before letting go, which had only renewed the feeling in your stomach.
…maybe you were a little bit down bad.
Things had gone south after that, though. First, he had declined the idea of getting coffee to go, looking at you like you had grown a second head.
“You’re not allowed to have coffee in the library. You could damage the books.”
So you’d given up on that idea, and instead you had headed inside, had found a quiet, isolated place where it was just the two of you.
And so now, an hour later, you’re staring at your books, bored out of your mind, in dead silence, while Seungmin hasn’t looked up from his work once in the past half-hour.
This is on you, you tell yourself somewhat bitterly. Studying is something that he takes very seriously, and you know that. Usually you wouldn’t even mind. You’ve spent a few nights at his dorm, on his bed, reading or watching TV shows on your phone as he worked, and you’ve always found it very attractive, how focused he got in these moments. Even now, the look of absolute concentration on his face, the way his brow furrows sometimes before he flips through the pages of his book to find an explanation for something, how he pushes his glasses higher on his nose whenever they slip—
Yeah, yeah, alright, you’ll stop waxing poetics about your boyfriend now.
You stretch, trying to get your attention back to the essay you’re supposed to be writing. You’ve been trying to find an efficient outline for it, and though you’ve written a few words down and you think you’ve found some key ideas that will do just fine, there’s still a lot of preliminary work to be done. You stare at everything you’ve scribbled on the paper like you’re expecting some genius idea to jump out at you, but all it does is make the words look more jumbled and—
“What are you guys doing here?”
Thank God for Han Jisung, seriously.
“What are you doing here,” Seungmin mumbles without looking up. “It’s my spot.”
“Well it is really romantic,” Jisung says, shooting you a wink. “What are you working on?”
“Seungmin is writing on the notion of humanity in Frankenstein,” you say, “and I’m—”
“Fascinating,” Jisung interrupts you, making you snort, “and how’s it going?”
“Really well,” you reply, easily falling into the same tone as him. “Take a look at that.”
He leans over your shoulder at the empty word document on your computer and chuckles. You always find it easy to be around Jisung. You knew of him before you started dating Seungmin, had heard about him as a part of 3racha, the rap group that everyone on campus was crazy about, but you hadn’t really talked to him. Finding out that he was Seungmin’s roommate had taken you by surprise, learning that they actually got along, more so. He’d been really accommodating though, and he left the two of you alone when he could, crashing at the apartment of one of the other two members of his group.
He also usually made you laugh and, generally, was a fun person to be around.
“Wow,” he grins, “that’s super impressive. There’s already a typo in the title.”
You lean forward with a curse to remove it while he laughs at you. Across the table from you, Seungmin glances up and clicks his tongue. His jaw’s tense, a sure sign that he’s starting to get annoyed.
“You guys should leave if you’re going to be making noise.”
Jisung pouts and gives you a pleading look.
“Wanna grab coffee before you get back to that?” he offers.
“My savior,” you sigh, “I feel like my head’s going to explode. I’ll take a break,” you smile at Seungmin. “I need to get some caffeine in my system to stay functioning. I’ll be back in a few.”
The tension in your boyfriend’s jaw doesn’t go away though, and you almost lean in to peck him on the cheek, but you think that even Jisung’s presence would make him uncomfortable, so you settle for giving him a squeeze on the shoulder as you get up.
Jisung’s already halfway to the door by the time you even get up, waving at you to hurry up in fake annoyance. With a giggle, you follow.
“So, how are things going?” Jisung asks with his gossip voice while he leans against the coffee machine.
You shake your head.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You’re his roommate.”
“Seungmin says I ‘have no filter’ and I ‘can’t be trusted with anything’,” he shrugs matter-of-factly. The insults don’t seem to bother him in the slightest.
“Things are good,” you answer against your better judgement, maybe partially because you want to brag about your boyfriend. “Seungmin’s very thoughtful, you know? He always remembers the little things I tell him. He plans all our dates. He gets me flowers. Even if…” You frown, gesture at the building around you. “Well, it was kinda tough this week because we have all these essays to turn in, so I suggested a study date.”
“Aw,” Jisung says, “aren’t you the considerate girlfriend?” Then, after a silence: “Do you want the room for tonight?”
“You’re a godsend, I hope you know that.”
“I do.”
“If you don’t mind, I think it would be nice. Seungmin’s, uh, focused on his work and this doesn’t really feel like a date at all.” The issue’s probably that you had gotten your hopes up, and you’d still like to get some actual quality time at some point with him during the day.
“All good,” Jisung says, a little too easily, and you eye him from over your burning coffee.
“Do you know where you’re going to crash?”
His eyes widen, and suddenly he looks like some cute, small animal with big cheeks caught in headlights.
“…maybe?”
“Han Jisung,” you gasp, “is there someone you haven’t told me about?”
Of course, the two of you aren’t that close, but you’re not one to pass on an opportunity to be dramatic. His reaction — spluttering and blushing — only makes it more worth it.
“I, uh… maybe? We’re not…” He starts picking at an undone thread on his sweater, which he seems to find absolutely riveting. “We’re not quite there yet.”
“You should go get it,” you say with a decided nod. “Anyone you’re with would be lucky to have you.”
At that, Jisung glances at you briefly, eyes lighting up before they go back to his sleeve, even though he can’t quite hide the bashful smile that’s starting to form on his lips. That’s a side of him you’ve never seen before. You think you’d enjoy becoming closer friends with him, if things keep working out well between you and Seungmin.
“You really think so?” he asks quietly.
“A hundred percent,” you say, and you mean it.
You slide a chocolate bar across the table to Seungmin as you sit back down by the table, feeling somewhat refreshed — and with much better prospects than originally planned for the evening.
He glances at you, and you take the opportunity to lean over to press a brief kiss to his lips. Even though there is no one around to see it, his cheeks have turned a light red when you pull away.
“I know you won’t eat it in here,” you whisper, “but it can be a snack if you want to take a break.”
He nods, once.
“Was it nice with Jisung?”
Oh, right!
“It was fun! And guess what, he’s leaving the apartment tonight,” you grin. “It’ll just be the two of us.”
Seungmin hums in response, and though you think your announcement deserved a little more enthusiasm than that, you know how he gets when he’s focused. You now feel energized and refreshed, though, and it turns out to be much easier to get your attention back to your paper.
You wouldn’t say you considered yourself particularly academically inclined, and those things don’t come as easy to you as they do to Seungmin. You don’t feel very strongly about it. Different people, different strengths, and yours are much more geared towards human interactions. Sometimes, you do feel a bit envious of how easy Seungmin makes it look, of how brilliant he sounds when you feel like a bumbling idiot when talking about the same objects.
You don’t doubt the fact that you have other things to bring to the table, though. For one, you’re the one who instigated the relationship, and you know for a fact (Jisung told you so) that Seungmin wouldn’t have taken the first step, no matter how much he wanted to.
And yet, Seungmin had been the one to ask you to make things ‘official’. That had been… kinda new to you. Most of the guys around you — the ones you met at parties, or the ones your friends had entanglements with — considered college to be perfect for a ‘no strings attached’ situation.
But Seungmin had looked straight into your eyes as he stood in your doorway, a bouquet of roses in his hands, because you’d mentioned how much you loved them on at least three occasions in a not so subtle way for hinting that you’d like to get some for Valentine’s Day. The tip of his ears was burning red, and yet his voice hadn’t wavered when he’d asked.
You’ve managed to write a whole paragraph — 250 words, not bad —, only minimally distracted by the corny thoughts that are commonplace when you’re around Seungmin when the loud noise of a book being closed shut jerks you back to reality. It takes you a second to locate the origin, but it certainly becomes clearer when you see your boyfriend’s packing his stuff up.
“What are you doing?” you ask, a little too loud for the library environment.
“I can’t focus,” he says, not meeting your eyes, “I’m going back to my room.”
You stare for a few seconds, trying to figure out if something’s wrong, if it’s something you’ve said, something you’ve done, but nothing comes to mind.
“You can come by later,” he says, instant relief flooding your chest, “if you’re done with your assignment.”
His playful tone makes you chuckle and, as he brushes past you, you wrap your fingers in his jacket, pulling him down towards you.
“Alright, do well today.”
You’d only intended to peck his lips, but he presses his against yours more intently, one of his hands on the table, the other on the back of your chair, and it’s hard not to let your friends’ previous suggestions get the better of you in that moment. You feel flushed when he pulls away, and his shit-eating grin makes you want to throw something at him.
“Kim Seungmin,” you hiss, “what—”
But he’s already on his merry way, giggling to himself at the state he’s got you in as he escapes.
You huff, knowing it’s going to take you a hot minute to get back to the state of focus you were previously in. Your eyes scan your screen, then the books opened in front of you, but your mind goes back to the unusual tension in your boyfriend’s shoulders, to the twitching muscle in his jaw. You are amused — and quite flattered — by the idea that you were the one who made him unable to focus, but you do wonder if anything had upset him.
You make a mental note to ask him about it, right next to ‘no more library dates’ and above ‘buy Jisung flowers’. You’ll think about that more when you have the time. For now, this essay isn’t going to write itself.
It is barely 6.30 pm when you swing open the door to Seungmin’s room, and he shoots you an unamused look that you ignore completely as you put down a cup of his favorite coffee on his desk.
“I’m not done,” he says. “Are you?”
“Yeah,” you reply with a shrug, pecking him on the cheek, “I’ll just need to proofread tomorrow.”
He scrunches his nose, and you don’t need him to say anything to know exactly what he thinks of your work ethic, but you don’t really care. He strives for academic perfection and he won’t rest until his essay is worthy of a Nobel prize; you aim for a passing grade and will never think about it again. You do admire him for his abilities though, just like he not-so-secretly wishes he could be even a tenth as carefree as you are. You think that might be why the two of you work so well together.
“I’ll let you work,” you hum, “and we can order something when you want to take a break.” Then, with a grin: “And if you want me to help you relax, all you have to do is say the word.”
He coughs and waves to get you away from him, which you do with a laugh. You’re more brazen when the two of you aren’t in public. Seungmin never fails to act like he hates it, but you’d bet an arm that he’d be incredibly disappointed if you ever stopped doing it.
Also, he does take you up on it about half of the time.
You let yourself fall on his bed and pull out your phone, connecting your earphones to it. You have some time to kill. On a normal day, it takes Seungmin about thirty minutes to stop working, like his brain has a hard time leaving the state of complete focus behind. Today, you suspect you’ll have to wait about an hour before you can get his attention back to you.
That’s not something you mind, not anymore anyway. If anything, you appreciate the quiet, and you like knowing that he’s in the room with you. You suspect it’s the same thing for him when he accompanies you to some of the university sport events or parties, just because you want to go. It may not be his favorite thing, but it’s worth it if the two of you get to be together.
You have to admit, though, that what you like more than anything is how focused on you he becomes afterwards. The second his brain is off his studies, it’s on you, you, and only you. His hands and tongue explore every inch of your skin, the words he whispers in your ear leave you burning, and his eyes devour you like you are the only person in the world.
But, sadly, you’ll have to wait a little bit to experience that again, and so, with a discreet sigh, you focus on your screen.
So when, after about five minutes, when the opening to your drama has just finished playing, you hear the familiar creaking of his chair as he gets up, you glance up, surprised.
“Everything okay?” you ask, pulling out one of your earphones and pressing pause on your phone. “Seungmin?”
You don’t get a reply from him. What you do get is his lips pressed against yours as he climbs into bed with you. You let out a surprised sound, immediately muffled by his mouth, and your lips part, allowing his tongue to slip in. He pushes one of his legs between yours, and you resist the urge to roll your hips against it. He’s shown before that he’s not above riling you up and then going back to study like nothing’s happened, and you’re not going to fall for this trap if that’s what’s happening here.
At least, not until at least thirty seconds have passed. You have your dignity, after all.
But Seungmin’s showing no sign of stopping so far. One of his hands grabs your shoulder and gently guides you down on the bed. His mouth is insistent, aggressive almost on yours, which you don’t mind, but it’s certainly unusual for him. His teeth graze against your bottom lip and you find yourself whimpering.
He intertwines his fingers with yours, pressing you into the mattress, and you can’t hold yourself back from arching up into him anymore. If he is just trying to rile you up, which you doubt more and more with every second, you’ll make sure that leaving you behind will be hell for him too.
His grip tightens on your hand and you think you hear him groan. His free hand comes down to hold onto your hip, halting your movement, but not before you feel the way he jerks against you, half-hard member rubbing against your thigh as he does.
“Seungmin,” you gasp when his mouth leaves yours.
You search his eyes, but all you find in them is desire — and a bit of that tension you had noticed earlier. You don’t get much time to ponder it, though, because next thing you know one of his hand is sliding under your t-shirt, pushing it up and sending shivers through your body, and his mouth is making its way down your neck, sucking on the skin in a way that you’re sure will leave a hickey. Again, you don’t mind that, but Seungmin had always been careful to avoid leaving any in very visible places. He usually went for your thighs or your collarbones, places that could easily be hidden under your clothes.
“Oh my God,” you moan as he unbuttons your jeans and start pulling them down, “what’s gotten into you?”
You feel a mumble against your neck, but it’s nothing you can decipher. Your fingers thread through his hair, and he pushes himself back up to kiss you. It’s slower, more tender this time, like an interlude before what is to come.
You think you’re the one who’s the most surprised when you hear yourself asking “Don’t you have an essay to finish?”
Seungmin frowns at the question, but you’re probably the most horrified out of the two of you.
“Kim Seungmin,” you say threateningly, “what have you done to me?”
It makes him smile that wide smile of his that you love so much, and a wave of tenderness washes over in your heart.
You love him so much.
“I can get it done later,” he replies, and you stare at him.
“Did you hit your head?” you ask, finally, when you’re not able to figure anything different about him — like maybe a suspicious mole that would indicate that he’s Seungmin’s secret twin brother or something.
Seungmin sighs, looking more sullen now.
“Do you really think I can’t be fun?”
You’re feeling more and more confused.
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to change things about yourself to be with me,” you say slowly. “I mean, if you want to hook up instead of finishing that, I’m happy to, trust me, but— Is something wrong?”
There it is again, the twitching in his jaw.
“You’re not bored with me?”
“What? No! I— Okay, we were both very busy today, but we can make it up later, I don’t— I don’t need to be constantly doing things, is that— Is that the issue?”
He looks unsure, appears to hesitate some more.
“Isn’t Jisung more fun?”
You blink at him.
“Your roommate, who I asked if he could spend the night elsewhere so I could have sex with you?”
Seungmin clears his throat, glances away from you. The tip of his ears are turning red.
“I’m not saying— Isn’t he more— more your type?”
You reach up, fingertips gentle against him as you tilt his head back towards you so you can look into his eyes. You’re not sure what brought this up — you’re certainly convinced you’ve never shown any form of romantic interest towards Jisung, bless his heart — but you’re also aware of the fact that you’re Seungmin’s first relationship. Sometimes, insecurities hit where you least expect them to.
You’re not one to believe in perfection, all too aware of how messy relationships can get among the best of people, but so far, Seungmin’s been pretty close. It breaks your heart that he can’t see that.
“There is no one I would rather be with than you,” you say, and you mean every word of that. “There is nowhere else I would rather be right now, even if you were still working on that essay.” You see him swallow. “And there is no one who means more to me than you do.” In the silence that follows, he averts his eyes again, though this time you think it’s to recompose himself.
Once he’s done, he gives you a small nod, kissing you tenderly once more.
“For the record,” he whispers against your lips, “there’s no one else I would rather be with either.”
“You better,” you giggle against his lips, and he grins.
“Right, well, in that case, I’m gonna get back to that essay—”
“Don’t you dare.”
i hope this was as much fun to read as it was to write, this isn't a type of character i write all that often but it was nice to switch it up a little bit. first time writing Seungmin too, so i hope that worked out but i had fun! if you enjoyed it, it would mean a ton if you could comment, send an ask, or reblog (with or without tags/comments, whatever you're comfortable with), it's really such an important for an author. and thank you for reading!
“oh god,” hyunjin whines against the column of your throat. the words, spoken softly, tickle as he breathes them into your skin. goosebumps follow his lips as he works his way down your neck, kissing you wherever he pleases. you lean into the feeling of his mouth on you, wanting it to last forever.
“i’m not going to last.” he confesses, stilling his hips before he’s even really begun.
his admission makes you moan and wrap your legs even tighter around his waist. you aren’t going to last very long either at this rate, not with your boyfriend already on the verge of whimpering in your ear. it’s only been a couple of days since you fucked but it feels like ages.
any amount of time away from hyunjin feels like an eternity. you thought you’d be over it by now. you thought it would pass, or at the very least dim, like a well-loved dress that’s been through the laundry time and time again, faded from years of wear. you’ve waited for the colors to start to bleed from the fabric, but they haven’t. even after all this time.
“just don’t look at me,” you try, your own voice barely above a squeak.
“i’m not looking at you,” hyunjin groans. no wonder he’s got his head buried in the crook of your shoulder. “it’s not enough.”
“don’t think about me, then.”
“you know i can’t do that.”
“sure you can!”
“no, it’s literally impossible. every time i try, you’re all i can think about.” he sighs, lifting his head tentatively and blinking you into focus. “fuck, that was a mistake,” he swears. “we need to start fucking in complete darkness.” you roll your eyes at him but he just shakes his head like you’d never be able to understand the effect you have on him. as if he doesn’t have the same effect on you.
he isn’t even moving but you’re right there on the edge too. and when he opens that filthy mouth of his—
“how can anyone feel this perfect? how can anyone look that pretty all ruined and fucked out?” he draws his hips back and pushes in again. it’s agonizingly slow, for both of your sakes, but it makes your eyes roll to the back of your head nonetheless. “always take me so fucking well, baby. always get so wet for me, yeah? making the prettiest faces when i slide into you…. i swear every inch of my cock i give you makes me fall in love with you all over again—”
you moan, unable to help the way you clench around him. “jinnie, stop, i’m seriously going to cum if you keep talking.”
“don’t…” he pleads “because if you cum, i’ll cum, and then this’ll be over way faster than either of us want it to be.”
you’re holding onto his biceps for dear life, trying to anchor yourself even though he himself if shaking, but it’s too late. “i can’t stop it— fuck, i’m trying but i can’t!”
hyunjin accepts his fate while you’re still fighting yours and gives you a few quick thrusts to push both of you over the edge. you don’t need anything on your clit to get you there this time, but being the gentleman that he is, hyunjin frees up one of his hands so that he can make you cum ever harder by circling it with his thumb.
chan with a corruption kink, his gf is a virgin and doesn’t know how to do anything sexually so she asks and he teaches ! 🫶🏽
in which chris guides you through a blowjob for the first time
╰┈➤ bang chan x f. reader
╰┈➤ smut warnings: collegegirl!reader, inexperienced!reader, dom!chris, some spanking, teasing, chris calls himself daddy at the end (i really can’t help it i’m sorry), blowjob (i wanted to do more but i can’t since i still want this to be a ‘drabble’ hnggg)
╰┈➤ word count: 3.1k
alright i’m sorry for such slow updates,, but i love this trope so much idk why it took me so long to write this!! but i hope you still like it, anon<3
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chris would be the type to not give a flying fuck if his gf would have prior sex experience or not, so he’s really into teaching someone the ropes. he gets turned on by the idea of him being his gf’s first in every sexual situation. the first tongue to explore your mouth, the first to lick your pussy, the first to tease your clit, to suck on it. the first hand to wander all over your body that isn't yours; the contrast of how soft your skin is compared to the size and roughness of his hands riles him up. the first cock to fuck your tight virgin cunt — fuck, chris would die just to have you over and over again for the first time.
he sees you as someone so delicate, so easy to break, so fragile. like a beautiful rose with thorns that protects you from people who might want to hurt you. but that’s what he likes about you; you’re a strong girl, and you can handle yourself. so the fact that you’re willing to break down all those thorns and be vulnerable with him gives him the urge to protect you.
whenever you’re with chris, you’re defenseless. and he makes sure not to abuse that.
you stumble back home from school, being so exhausted from your seven to five class, and feeling as though you were carrying boulders on your back. chris notices this from the living room, and he was quick to his feet. he shuffles towards you and embraces your figure in his strong arms.
“oh, baby,” he whispers into your hair, inhaling your scent that he missed so much. “tired?”
“a bit. mentally and physically,” you look at him with a frown.
chris pecks your lips and was determined to make you feel better. “whaddya say… cuddles?”
oh, you were dying for it.
and that’s how you got yourself trapped in his hold, two strong arms wrapped around your figure and not letting go. you were the little spoon, as usual, with your head resting on his bicep as a pillow. chris loves to hug you like this, all tight and warm, because he knows that you’re safe in his hold. he knows that you’ve never felt more comfortable and at peace when you’re in his arms. with your legs tangled in his, you were collecting as much of his warmth as you can.
you can definitely sleep like this. you had your eyes shut, about to drift asleep, until chris’ other unoccupied arm snakes underneath your shirt slowly. you shiver involuntarily, the pads of his fingertips teasing your delicate skin. chris adjusts himself behind you, pulling your body closer to him as much as he could.
“sweetheart?” chris mumbles, and you hum in reply. “don’t do that.”
“do what?”
“wiggling your cute little butt like that.”
you giggle at that, finding it adorable how he used a certain tone on you, that somewhat baby-talk voice he uses whenever he would playfully tease. it gets you in mood to tease him further, wondering how he would react.
you do it again while biting your lip. your ears pick up the way his breathing changed, a much faster pace now. chris groans and stops you by putting a firm hand on your hip.
”don’t.”
you freeze. his voice was low and menacing, as if all the softness just left his system. chris notices you getting timid, and he uses this to his advantage. he leans towards the shell of your ear, “don’t tease me like that, got it?”
“y-yes, got it.”
chris curses at himself for the way his dick throbbed. he likes your reaction, he likes it too much that he wants to see it again.
he continues to crawl his hand under your shirt until it was centimeters away from your breasts. you mewl, your breathing ragged, but you didn’t want to move. “chris,” you whisper, gulping.
“can I, baby?”
“what?”
chuckling endearingly, chris replies, “can I touch you right there?”
you haven't done anything like this before, no. no one has ever touched you in your most private parts. but the way how chris starts to slowly grind his hips against yours sends your mind into a spiral of bliss. “please, baby girl?” he whispers, “I’ll take good care of you. you fucking know I do.”
chris’ deep voice sends you into a different headspace, falling deep into his arms. you nod your head, “okay.”
as if a switch was turned inside his mind, he wastes no time to cup your breast into his hand, making you gasp. your hand grabs his arm for support, though mostly to keep yourself sane as he kneads your boob until he feels your nipple get hard and swollen.
“oh fuck,” chris smirks, grinding a bit faster now into you. “cute little baby, hmm?”
you dig your nails into his skin, feeling him play with your other boob now. your face heats up as you close your eyes, a new sensation shooting down to your lower stomach and core. it was tight, and so so good.
chris couldn't believe what he was doing to you right now. never in his mind would he see his baby girl so filled with pleasure with just a simple action, because he could absolutely do more. his cock aches to know how you would react if he went all-in with you, destroy you, losing all of his control. he bites his lip — you probably couldn't handle it.
your nipples were now rock hard, and chris uses this to his advantage by tugging on them. the sensitive buds roll around his fingers, making your entire body shiver as a delicious moan falls off your lips. “aww,” he coos, “baby you sound so cute. you like it when I touch you like this?”
“yeah? what is it, sweetheart?” chris encourages, leaving your breasts as he now trails his hand further down your stomach, letting it rest just above the waistband of your sweats. you whine in need from the loss of pleasure, finding courage in yourself to turn around and face your boyfriend.
you almost couldn't look at him directly in the eyes after letting him touch you like that. with chris’ hair disheveled, pupils blown, and a smirk plastered on his face, it was all too much for your sensitive heart to bear. he looked hotter than ever, and he was radiating a different aura.
he notices a difference on you too. your eyebrows were creased as you gawked at him with pure lust. underneath your thin top, he can see your hardened nipples, all because of his previous ministrations.
“what’s the matter, y/n? what do you want?”
you didn’t verbally reply, instead, you reach his shirt, grabbing it as you ball your hand into a fist. chris chuckles, startling you as he holds your wrist. “please,” you beg, but you weren't sure what you were begging for.
“I know, I know baby. but I want you to say it. what does my baby want?”
“chris…” you whine in humiliation, “you…”
“me? my baby wants me?”
your cheeks heat up, nodding your head timidly. you find the guts to slowly lift his shirt up, hoping that this would insinuate your desires. you want him to take you, to be one with you. although your inexperience overtakes the confidence in your system.
chris suddenly brings you up in his lap, your eyes expanding as you were now brought into a straddling position.
fuck, this is actually happening.
you look over chris’ shoulder, avoiding eye-contact as he leans further up on the bed before he removes his shirt. with his abs revealed and all for you to devour, his hand urges your face to look at him. he flashes you his award-winning grin, loving the effect he has on you.
“eyes on me,” he mutters.
you try. you really do. but the way chris was just staring at you with a sensual gaze and that fucking smirk… you can't handle looking at him in more than five seconds or else you would literally melt between the firm hold he has on your hips.
chris couldn't believe that you were actually on top of him, with your pussy just a few pieces of clothing away from his cock. you couldn't look more beautiful – with your hair all over the place and your hands idly resting on his broad, bare chest – he abruptly pulls you down to kiss you. the kiss was full of hunger and need, letting out soft moans and groans while so.
chris didn't notice the way he was already tugging a bunch of your hair roughly, pulling your head back to gain control of you. “ohh, fuck,” you shiver, resting your head on the crook of his neck.
“tell me you want me,” chris grunts, almost like a growl as his hands were ready to pull down your pants, “use your fucking words, y/n.”
“I want you, chris,” you barely whisper. chris mutters a quiet ‘fuck’ under his breath. he has never heard you, nor seen you, this needy before. and it’s all for him.
“louder,” unknowingly, chris lands a spank on your ass cheek, causing a loud yelp to fall off your lips. his dick throbs at that, getting more turned on as he watches your pure figure slowly falling apart.
“I want you! I want you so bad, chris, please.”
“begging with such a sweet voice. what does my baby want from me, hm?” chris feels his chest tighten from feeling so in control of you. holding your face with both his hands, he notices that your eyes were getting weary from all the foreign questions.
your eyes fail to keep eye contact, causing you to hide your face between his neck and jaw once again. he hears you release a pathetic whimper.
it was too much for you. you want your boyfriend so badly, but it isn’t easy to verbally express it. he couldn’t blame you – you weren’t used to it!
“shh, shh,” chris bites his lip to stifle a giggle, looking up at the ceiling with a cheeky grin, “it’s alright baby, i know what you want, i know what you want.” chris strokes your hair gently, patting your head. “you want my cock, right? that’s what my good girl wants. she wants my cock deep inside her holes.”
you moan just from his words, the ache in your core getting stronger, feeling the heat resonate throughout your body. you had to do something. you can’t take it anymore, so you bring out all the courage you have and ask.
“m-mouth…”
he raises a brow, cock twitching. he immediately knew what you meant by that. “hm? yes sweetheart?”
“want it in my mouth, please.”
he immediately imagines how you would look when his entire length is deep down your throat, spit drooling from the corners of your mouth. he goes berserk at the thought of your pure, innocent figure looking up at him, eyes watering, gagging, choking.
“can you teach me, please?” you said with the most light-hearted voice, all feathery and warm, making chris bite his lip as to suppress a moan. it was too humiliating for you to see how whipped he was for you, especially getting aroused by just your serene tone.
fuck. he almost came then and there.
“ohh, of course, sweetheart. that’s why i’m here with you, yeah? to teach you?” he urges you to sit up and force your gaze at him. chris searches your eyes for any hint of hesitation, yet the only emotion he could see and feel was raw need. he tugs on the hem of your shirt, signaling you pull the garment up and over your body. he has seen you naked before, but not for this reason.
“shit,” chris smiles up at you while chewing on his plump, bottom lip, hands caressing your bare skin. his cock throbs for the nth time when he sees how reactive you are to the slightest of his touch.
“wanna suck my cock?”
you whimper, not being able to form words from how desperate you instantly feel for him. chris was looking at you like you were his prey, and you were a vulnerable piece of meat that was waiting to be devoured.
“yeah? then take my cock out, princess.”
it starts.
timidly crawling down his hips, you kneel idly between his legs. chris watches from above as his chest heaves up and down raggedly, already feeling overwhelmed just by seeing your hands grasp the waistband of his shorts.
“give me your hand,” he instructs, reaching a hand over to yours. after you comply, a gasp emanates from your mouth when he directs your palm over his bulge, applying just the right bit of pressure.
“mhm, fuck, just like that,” chris chuckles, “you feel how hard you make me, baby? yeah? feel me throbbing for you?”
you look down to avoid his gaze, biting your tongue as you feel a wave of shyness disseminate throughout your body. the size difference of his big hand on top of yours, and the size of his cock intimidated you, but at the same time, made your core ache even more.
you’re about to see your boyfriend’s cock for the first time – and oh was it nerve-wracking.
“go ahead, y/n.”
with almost shaky hands, you fiddle with his shorts’ garter before finally pulling it down, revealing his hard cock.
you couldn’t hide the shock on your face after seeing his long, thick cock springing out of the confines of his clothing. you thought he was at least wearing underwear!
chris chuckles at the sight of you; big eyes, mouth open in surprise with your eyes glued to the tip of his cock. it was leaking precum, and he knew you wanted to taste it.
you were practically drooling for him. chris hears the little whine you release when he strokes his cock with one hand, seeing the veins protrude throughout his length. they start from the base of his cock, up until it reaches the head. never in your life would you think that fucking cock veins would turn you on?
chris shivers from anticipation, seeing your face so close to his bare, leaking cock.
“can’t wait to see your eyes roll back when i fuck your mouth,” he slurs, too soft for you to fully comprehend what he said. “spit on my cock.”
“w-what?” you pant.
“you heard me, little one. spit on my cock. make it wet.”
you hesitate for a second, not used to doing such lewd things in front of him – yet he reassures you. you liked how he knew how you felt without even having to voice it out. that’s one of chris’ specialties. he knows you and your body better than yourself most of the time, and he’s more than happy – and even proud – that he has such a big role in your life.
“it’s alright, baby girl. you wanna make it wet so that it’ll slide up and down your hand much easier, yeah? or you want me to do it?” he says it so sweetly as if he isn’t just talking about his dick.
“no, n-no, i’ll do it.” you bring him a slight smile, using your pretty eyes at him.
he prods his tongue against his cheek, “that’s a good girl.”
gathering as much spit as you can, chris grabs the base of his cock and aligns his tip on your mouth. he licks his lips, waiting for you to cover his cock with saliva.
you’ve never felt something dirtier than this moment, hearing chris groan so deeply from your action. he uses his fingers to gather your spit and lathers it all over his shaft, his hand moving up and down. you watch as he closes his eyes for a mere second before looking down at you with a different gaze in his eyes.
something even more primal than before, something dominating, something intimidating. chris removes his hands and grabs your wrist, forcing you to wrap your own small hand around his girth.
wet, hard, thick, and soft. all at the same time. your hand barely covers his girth completely, making it an absolute ego boost for chris.
“go on, baby. m-move it up and down–mm just like that. just like that. ohh, good girl. you know how to do it. you know how to make me feel good.”
chris’ hips were bucking up involuntarily from the pleasure. it was both a mental and physical stimulation for him – seeing his girlfriend please his cock so well, applying just the right amount of pressure, was making his mind clouded in euphoria. chris stares at you intently, watching your every facial expression; how your eyes were still smeared with purity, eyebrows slightly creased, and your mouth parted – he wanted to fucking cum then and there. spray his seed on your face to mark you as his property. chris never felt wanting to cum so quickly before, and he just wished he could’ve done this with you sooner.
“wanna – fuck – wanna use your mouth?” he asks, voice hoarse.
“yes, please,” you whisper, mouth agape and ready to taste him.
“already saying please, huh? you’re such a good, obedient girl, aren’t you? who taught you to have manners this cute, mm?” chris smothers you in praise, voice baby-like while he caresses your head. your cheeks flush in embarrassment.
“take the head for now, baby. don’t rush into it, yeah? make sure that you’re comfortable.”
chris tucks a strand of hair behind your ear that was covering your eye, waiting patiently for you to start. but his intimate and loving gaze was enough for you to have courage.
“ohh, that’s it,” chris grunts, watching your pretty lips wrap around his tip, “fucking hell, baby, suck on it. that’s it, suck… use your tongue – oh my fucking god.”
it took all of chris’ willpower not to thrust into your mouth and take charge. you were just starting, for fucks sake! you carefully swirl your tongue around him, discovering how sensitive it is. chris had a smirk plastered on his face as he watches you slowly trying to take his cock further down.
“wan’ more, hm? want it deeper?”
when you nod with his cock still in his mouth, humming in agreement, he takes your face in both hands and guides your head down slowly, inch by inch.
“breathe through your nose, baby, you hear me?”
you whimper in reply, already gagging when you’re barely halfway down. chris finds this amusing – he doesn’t blame you, truly. it’s your first time. and he has a big cock.
“good job, princess. good job. you’re doing so well for me, fuuuck, that feels so good.”
chris instructs you to pump the remaining inches of his cock with your unoccupied hand to compensate. with his thumb, he wipes away the fallen tear that trails down your soft cheek.
he coos, “don’t worry baby, daddy will train you to be his good girl. you want that?”
“mhmm,” you mumble, mouth full of cock. spit was drooling down the sides of your mouth yet you didn’t care about how you looked anymore.
“yeah, daddy will make you his obedient little girl. you’re struggling to take my cock now but wait ‘till i train your little throat to take my entire cock, baby. you’ll be a slut for my cock and you’ll be begging for it every second of the day. i’ll ruin you, sweetheart. i’ll ruin my pure, innocent little angel.”
╰┈➤ bang chan x f. reader
╰┈➤ angst, slight smut, yelling/angry chan, degrading, namecalling, praise, dd/lg, so many baby’s, l-bombs, implied sex, clit play
╰┈➤ word count: 2.4k
this was, once again, very much unedited and past due. but i still hope you guys will like it !!
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chris is nowhere to be found.
he wasn’t responding to your texts, nor answering your calls. it was late in the evening and you had a rough day of overworking yourself once again, as if the universe had this grudge up on your shoulders. it was making you carry a weight that you couldn’t support on your own – and you badly needed chris’ help. badly.
you thought he would be home by now. usually on weekends, chris would spend less time in the studio and reward each other with a friday night cuddle, for its purpose was for congratulating the two of you for getting through another long week. chris has never missed this tradition of yours. did he forget?
unlucky you, the time that you need him the most in every way possible, was the moment he isn’t here to greet you in his big, strong arms. his warmth that you crave to feel every day, the feeling of his head brushing against your cheeks as he hugs you… fuck. why did he have to leave you hanging?
after searching the entire place, you plop down on the black couch in the living room, hugging one of the pillows. it smelled like chris. your entire body was sore, especially your back since you had to practically sit the entire day. usually, you’d ask your him to rub your back, to massage you, to make you feel nice. but he isn’t here. and god fucking damn it do you need him so bad.
you release a loud, pathetic whine while you close your eyes, laying flat on your stomach as you burry your face in the pillow. the more you inhale his scent, the more you crave him.
you were tired, stressed, hungry, and needy all at the same time. the little energy that you had in your system was spent from trying to find him, from contacting him, but nothing prevails. so now you’re drained, and the only solution you had right now was to sleep it all off.
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“babe! babe, thank god you’re back!” immediately, you sprint towards the door once you hear it creaking open. chris feigns a smile as you hug his torso, burying your face into his chest. “i miss you so much,” you whine, looking back at him, “why weren’t you answering my…i-is there something wrong, chris?”
“move, y/n.”
chris pushes you to the side and makes his way to the kitchen. you watch in utter disbelief, mouth open, as he makes himself a sandwich. you stand in the hallway, watching his frame walk from one side of the kitchen to the other, ignoring you as if you weren’t even there.
you feel your heart shatter into pieces. the silence was too loud, and the only thing you could hear was him cutting up slices of cheese on a cutting board. ironically, it felt like it was your heart he was cutting.
“why are you—” you clear your throat, “what the hell was that for?”
chris sighs deeply, the kind that tells you he doesn’t want to be bothered. “m’tired,” he replies without looking at you.
“well…” you try to lighten the mood. he probably had a bad day, just like you, right? “would you like me to help you with that? i can fix something up for us, then we could just lay down on the couch and watch tv and… and there’s leftover popcorn!”
fixing an idea in your mind, you hastily make your way to the cupboards, brushing past his shoulder accidentally. “oop, sorry.”
“y/n,” he warns with a tone you don’t usually mess with. but you were eager. chris watches you with furrowed brows, tongue-in-cheek as he feels his nerves firing up. this was something chris doesn't usually feel, especially if it involved you.
“here, look!” you give him the most genuine smile you could put on as you show him a bag of popcorn, yet to be cooked. “let’s continue watching the new avatar film, yeah? we aren’t even halfway finished—”
chris couldn't explain it. whether it was the tone of your voice, the words you spoke going in one ear and going out of another, the hellish day he experienced at work, or his exhaustion all acting up, it is certain that he had enough of it. as if something overtook his usual calm, controlled, and steady demeanor, he completely changes.
“can’t i have at least some fucking peace in my life, y/n?!” chris bellows, smacking both his hands down on the marble counter, fiery eyes on yours. without hesitating, you back away, afraid.
“i-i’m just trying to help—” your eyes were getting watery as your chest tightens into an uncomfortable feeling.
“i don’t need it. for fuck’s sake, can i at least for once deal with my shit alone, without you? huh?” he steps forward, making you back up into a wall. he brushes his hair back in frustration, “can you do that, hm? stop being a clingy bitch for once.”
“fuck you!” you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore as you push at his chest, making chris edge backwards. “fuck you, chris! i don’t need you!”
he watches you walk out of the kitchen, gathering your wallet and phone as you sniffle. tears were streaming down your cheeks, bewildered and hurt that the man that you once love was speaking to you like this. you need to escape this place. escape from him.
“yeah, like you could possibly survive without me. goodluck with that-–”
”y/n!”
you were suddenly blinded with glaring lights and two warm hands on your cheeks. wet cheeks.
slowly gaining your consciousness back, there appears a very worried chris. “oh my god,” he pants, frowning as he pushes the stray hairs away from your forehead. “baby, baby, baby, shh, it’s okay. don’t cry.”
“chris…” you feel too overwhelmed to speak, and all that you could do was pathetically grab onto the neckline of his shirt. chris wipes your fallen tears with his thumb.
“i’m here, baby girl. i’m here, okay? you don’t have to worry now. why are you crying? oh fuck, you had a bad dream, didn’t you? fuck, fuck, fuck,” chris continues to babble, burying his head in the crook of your neck. chris closes his eyes; hearing you sniffle from crying pains him so much. he was filled with regret and self hatred. if only he was home with you much earlier, if only he didn’t put his phone on silent, and if only he didn’t worked overtime… he could’ve prevented all of this.
“i’m sorry, my sweet girl. i’m so fucking sorry.” he cradles your upper body in his arms, securing your head on his palm. you frown, still sensitive from your dream and you don’t hug him back, keeping your hands to yourself. but it finally felt nice having him with you.
“chris,” you start, but your voice suddenly cracks, “w-where were you?”
once you lock eyes with his, he feels his heart jump out of his chest as it aches for you. the fact that you waited for him in the couch, longing for him, fuck – if only he could change back time. “baby, I…” chris moves the strands of hair away from your eyes, “i’m sorry. i have no excuse.”
you sit up on the couch, moving his body away so he resorts in kneeling down in front of you. you place your head on your palms as images of your dream kept repeating inside your mind. the sour tone and the words he used replaying over and over until you burst into tears again.
"i-i had a bad dream... and you—you were saying... many b-bad things."
“hey, hey,” chris stops himself from tearing up, wanting to be your pillar as he always have done. he carefully removes your hands from your face to take a good look at you.
“shit, i'm so sorry, y/n. i’m here now, yeah? my little one? whatever horrible thing i did or said in that dream of yours, it’s not true, okay? i care for you, i love you.”
“you ignored me,” you spit out, trying to calm your breath to explain what happened in your dream for him to understand, “you c-came home late and ignored me… i was trying t-to help you but you… you wanted me gone.”
chris throws his head back, closing his eyes in disbelief. “you know that’s not true, right, my baby? c’mon, look at me.”
you hesitate, biting your bottom lip. you don’t have the courage to look at him again in pure timidness. chris slowly brings his hand in front of you, watching if you’ll resist or flinch. when you don’t, he gently grabs your chin and tilts your head up.
“there… look at daddy,” he whispers.
watery, bloodshot eyes meet with his eyes tinted in care. the word he used to refer to himself flicked a switch in your mind, and now you don’t care about anything else but to drown in him, in chris’ love.
chris was taken aback when you abruptly swing your arms around his shoulder, pulling him close without letting him go. you allow yourself to inhale his musky scent, something you missed and craved for so long. he breathes out a quiet chuckle, stroking your head in return. “wanna go to bed, little one?”
“mhm,” you reply meekly, “sleep?”
“no, baby. daddy needs to make it up to you.”
then, without much question, you let him carry you bridal style into your bedroom. he plops you down carefully on the bed before he swings his leg over your hips, straddling you.
chris leans his upper body until he was near your face, hands caressing your sides. his eyes dilute from the sight of you under him, already becoming pliant to his touch.
“daddy’s so sorry, baby. will you forgive him, hm? will you forgive daddy once he fucked you good?” as if adding to his alluring nature, he removes his top and throws the garment somewhere on the floor, all the while maintaining eye-contact with you. chris instinctively licks his lips when he feels you press your thighs together.
your cheeks heat up, feeling small and unable to speak just from his dominating presence above you. he tugs on your shirt, waiting for your nod of approval.
once he removes your upper garments, the cold air immediately hits your skin. the paradox of his warm hands wandering all over your skin makes you shiver. “n-need you.”
“i know, baby, i know. daddy needs you too.” suddenly, chris was all over the crook of your neck, sloppily kissing your delicate skin, his hair tickling your jaw. he inhales your scent, intoxicating him, clouding his mind in nothing but you.
“need to take care of you. daddy will take care of his baby.” chris was slurring, words barely audible as he mumbles with closed eyes. his left hand wanders down to your core, sneaking past your panties. you whimper when you feel the pads of his fingertips slowly rub gentle circles on your aching clit. usually, he was the one to tease. he would make you beg just to feel any friction on your pussy. he would make you cry before giving you what you want. but tonight, he made a mistake. and feeding you your needs was the least that he could do.
“that feel nice?” chris asks, looking down at you tenderly. chewing on your bottom lip to suppress embarrassing moans, you nod your head timidly.
his fingers slide down your slit, feeling how soaked you are for him. “shit, so wet,” he growls, using his other hand to slide your panties down your legs. now that you’re all bare for him, he forces your legs apart, spreading your cunt all for his eyes. you watch him as he devours you with only his dark, sensual eyes – practically eye-fucking you.
“daddy can tell you’ve been aching, little one,” he smirks at you, returning his hand to your pussy to play with your clit. you grab onto his arms as he hovers above you once again, two fingers rubbing your sensitive bud furiously. eyes rolling to the back of your head, you feel the air around you shift as heat develops your skin.
”daddy,” you whine, feeling so overwhelmed, “s-so fast.”
chris flexes his biceps, your words triggering him to rub you off even faster, reckless. he doesn’t know where to look — at your poor cunt being abused, or your contorted face filled with pleasure. sticky, wet squelching noises fill the air as your cunt leaks out more of your juices, soaking his fingers and sheets.
“my baby girl,” chris grunts, “so fucking wet, all from playing with her clit, huh?” without a warning, chris lands a spank on your poor clit, making your entire body shake. “your little pussy hasn’t even been filled with anything yet, and you’re already this messy?” he spanks your clit again, earning a loud, drawn-out moan from you. "that's daddy's girl right there."
“c-cock…” you hiccup, looking up at him with teary eyes. chris’ cock twitches from the tone of your voice as he proceeds to glide his digits up and down your folds, spreading your lips apart.
“yeah? want daddy’s cock?” he asks as he teasingly prods the tip of his middle finger inside your pulsating hole. you whine at the feeling, bucking your hips up to feel more of him, but he deviates. “say where you want it.”
“inside me, p-please.”
“inside? inside where? your mouth?” chris was already unbuttoning his pants until he was left with his black calvin klein’s.
“no!” you mewl, tears slipping past your eyes, “m-my pussy, daddy.” you were feeling a medley of emotions; you were aching, needy, but loved at the same time.
chris smiles at you proudly, kissing the tears that have fallen down your cheeks. “that’s a good girl. baby’s gonna take daddy's cock inside her wet, tight cunt nicely, yeah?” chris fumbles as he pulls his hard, thick cock out, aligning it perfectly before you. he instructs you to wrap your legs around his hips, as you usually do, before he settles his forearms in between your head.
“i love you, y/n.” his voice was deep, sincere, and serious – as if he threw all fantasies out the window and was talking to you as you. “you know that baby, right?” chris notices the way your eyebrows relax as the corners of your mouth lift into a sweet, gentle smile.
“i know. i love you too, chris.”
“good. good to know. because i might just fuck you like i dont tonight.”
chan hummed against your lips, hands holding you by your waist and keeping you close. "i missed you so much." he whispered, leading his kisses all over your jawline, not letting his lips go a second without kissing you.
you gladly accepted his kisses, having missed them quite a lot when he was away on tour. "you have no idea just how much i missed you, missed this, your touch on me." you whimpered softly, biting his plush bottom lip. the action had him groaning softly, shifting you a little as he leaned back against the headboard.
"i love your lips so much baby, missed them a lot." he kissed your lips multiple times, pressing over them swiftly as if to prove his point. "i could kiss you all day" he groaned.
you hummed in content, moving your hands across his chest, going into his hair and caressing them. "channie i need you, more of you" you whined, tilting your head to let him have more access as he began to mark the sweet skin there.
"yeah? i need you too baby" he groaned and sucked on your sweet spot, eliciting sweet little moans out of you that had his cock hardening in seconds. "your pretty sounds, fuck..." he rasped. "missed those tiny whines and breathy moans you make for me baby" his hands began to lift your top up your waist gently, "is this okay baby?" he asked in his deep voice, muffled against your skin. his warm hands warmed up your cold skin, making you melt into his embrace.
you nodded gently yet quickly, eager to feel him, in all his completeness. just him and you, after a long time. "i want you channie.." you whined softly, looking at him with soft, wide eyes.
"i want you too baby, badly." he said and slipped your top off, grabbing your breasts gently, playing with them and riling you up.
your hips began to roll on his crotch, making him grunt and buck his hips into you. "you're gonna be the death of me." he warned, voice coming from somewhere deep in his chest.
he shifted you both, turning over so your back was on the bed and he was hovering over you. hands trailed down your body as he looked at you with fond eyes.
i'm sorry but i can't stop thinking about seungmin's thigh like grinding on it would be awesome— I'M SORRY
whewwww bestie, what an idea! i definitely got a little carried away writing this one (what else is new), so i really hope you like it. thank you so much for your support and for the ask!!
❤️ abbie & courtney
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pairing: seungmin x afab!reader
genre: tiny bit of fluff, smut 18+ (minors dni)
length: 1.4k
warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, thigh riding, dom!seungmin, sub!reader, degredation, humiliation if you squint, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)
you grab some drinks from the fridge and wander back into the living room. the members and their partners are having a game night and half of them are in a circle on the floor, shouting and laughing at each other. felix looks like he’s on the verge of yet another meltdown over a hand of uno and you can’t help but smile to yourself.
you hand seungmin his drink and then move to squish onto the couch between him and minho. but before you get past him, you feel his arm wrap around your waist and pull you onto his lap. you let out a small squeal and jump in surprise, almost spilling your drink. “hey! you could give a girl some warning!” you tease, turning to look up at seungmin with flushed cheeks.
“but it’s so much more fun to catch you off guard,” his eyes shine with mischief as he starts tickling your sides and you have to swat his hands away to make him stop before you dump your entire drink onto chan’s rug.
“you’re such a menace,” you remark, rolling your eyes in playful annoyance.
he grabs one of your legs and slides it over so you’re straddling his thigh, turning you so you can watch the game in the living room. “and that’s why you love me,” he shoots back while wrapping his arms around your waist and nestling his head into the crook of your shoulder.
the two of you watch the game unfold, sipping on your drinks and occasionally piping in to taunt the players. after a while seungmin leans back against the couch and shifts his hips to adjust his position. the movement was entirely innocent, but you can’t help but notice the way his thigh ground against your core when he shifted his weight.
from then on, every slight movement from seungmin has you focused on the sensation of his firm thigh between your legs, small sparks of arousal shooting through you with every small shift from him.
after a few more rounds of the game you feel like you’re going crazy. and seungmin doesn’t have a single clue. you can tell that his movements are too infrequent and erratic to be purposeful and you think it might actually be worse that he doesn’t know what he’s doing to you than if he was intentionally trying to turn you on.
you can feel yourself growing wetter by the minute and you can’t focus on anything besides the feeling of his leg against your now aching pussy. you wiggle your hips slightly, making it look like you're just adjusting yourself and have to bite back a moan at the burst of pleasure that shoots through you when your clit grinds against his thigh.
you try to stop yourself from moving anymore, desperately trying to stay still and direct your focus back on the game, but you can’t help but shift every now and again. although your movements are not obvious to anyone else, seungmin notices the way you’re growing more and more restless.
leaning forward slightly and brushing your hair aside, he whispers quietly in your ear, “enjoying yourself there sweetheart?” your heart jumps in your chest when you realize that he knows what you’re doing. “if you wanted me that badly you should have just said something, i’m sure i could find an empty room somewhere in this place for us.”
you glance over your shoulder and he chuckles slightly at the nervous expression on your face. although you have fucked him in some very questionable locations, he knows you’re too nervous to ever do anything in such close proximity to his friends.
“i know you normally would never, but i just figured with the way that you were so shamelessly--”
jisung cuts him off from across the room, saving you from whatever filthy things he was about to say next. “hey seungmin! do you guys want us to deal you guys in for the next round?”
“nah, i actually think we are gonna head out." he gently urges you to stand up and he follows, moving to grab your coat for you while he continues talking. "we’re visiting my family tomorrow and we have to be up early so we should get some sleep. or else someone will end up falling asleep the entire car ride and leave me alone.” he pokes your sides and you fake a pout before giggling in response, playing along. the two of you don’t have to leave until tomorrow afternoon, but you aren’t going to argue, thankful that seungmin came up with an excuse for the two of you to leave. you didn’t know how much longer you would have lasted before you would have let him drag you off to a random room.
you say your goodbyes and head out, reminding yourself the whole way to the car not to rush and look too eager to leave. when you get outside and move to get in your seat, seungmin grabs your arm and tugs you back towards him.
“uh uh, back seat.”
a rush of excitement and arousal bursts through you at his words and you quickly scramble into the back seat. he slides in after you and closes the door. leaning against it, he stretches one leg out on the seat and plants the other on the floor. looking up at you from beneath dark lashes with eyes that are filled with lust, he smirks and gestures nonchalantly at his leg.
“now, how about you show me what you really wanted to do at that party.”
you move towards him, but he holds up his hand to stop you before slowly raking his eyes down your body and then back up to your eyes, his stare heavy with an unspoken command. it takes only a second for you to understand what he’s asking and you can feel yourself growing even wetter under his gaze. biting your lip slightly, you lean back on your heels for a moment before pulling off your leggings and panties.
“good girl.”
you toss your clothes to the floor and quickly move across the small back seat to straddle seungmin’s thigh. you can’t hold back the low moan that escapes you when you’re fully seated on him, the sensation of his firm muscles beneath you so much more intense without your clothes in the way. you start rocking your hips, grinding your aching pussy up and down his thigh. your eyes roll back slightly when you feel him tense his muscles beneath you.
you continue riding his thigh, eyes fluttering closed as you feel that familiar knot to start to build deep in your core. leaning back to brace one hand against the seat, you pick up the speed of your movements, desperation taking over as you feel your high approaching.
a low chuckle leaves seungmin and you open your eyes to find him relaxed against the car door, staring intently at you. his pupils are blown out with lust and a devilish smirk paints his lips. “god, you’re such a little slut for me.”
you choke on your words as you try to form a response, his insults only pushing you closer to release. “i…i’m sor…sorry. it..it….just feels to…too good.”
“i know baby, you just can’t get enough of me.” he moves one of his hands forward to pull down the top of your shirt and push down your bra, grabbing your breast roughly. “now are you gonna be a good little slut and make yourself cum all over my thigh? stain my sweats with that soaking pussy of yours?” he emphasizes his words by pinching your nipple and you cry out, pleasure starting to overwhelm your senses.
“yes! oh god, yes, i’m gonna…..fuck, i’m gonna cum!” you bury your face into his chest as you tip over the edge, muffled curses and chants of his name pouring from your lips as you ride out your orgasm.
you collapse fully into him and he wraps his arms around you, rubbing his hand gently up and down your back as you come down from your high.
“you’re so fucking hot, you know that right?” he murmurs in your ear before planting a kiss to the top of your head. “now, how about we head home before i decide to just fuck you right here?
warnings: swearing, crying lots of crying, reader has pmdd and is going through it
inspo: seung’s murderous need to poke plushies’ eyes out.
notes: this was my daydream scenario before falling asleep last night. i don’t even know why but i wrote it so here you go!
{ wc: 1331 }
your boyfriend texted you that he was on his way over, and since he had a key to your place anyway, you happily allowed yourself to step in the shower while you were waiting for him.
it was a long hard day, your hormones getting the better of you in the shape of yelling at your colleagues for something that was no one’s fault and then eating a whole bag of sweets that ended up just making you nauseous.
you knew what was coming and why you were like this, but it didn’t make at any easier to deal with. you just needed it to pass, and the warm water was a good way to try.
by the time you stepped out of the shower you heard a “i’m here!!” coming from your bedroom, and yelled back a “five minutes!” as you slowly dried yourself down and put on your favourite moisturiser for some much needed self care.
once you walked into your bedroom, a (familiar) cloud took over your thoughts.
seungmin was sat on your bed, waiting patiently for you to appear, surrounded by your pillows and plush toys.
your favourite plushie was a gray and white puppy you got yourself when you were going through a rough time in high school and he stayed by your side every night. his name was franco, and you secretly loved him the most out of all your plushies.
franco was sitting in seungmin’s lap, and your boyfriend flapped his ears around before giggling to himself and poking both of franco’s eyes. you’ve seen seungmin do this plenty of times before (he did it to your quokka the most) but you’ve never seen him do it to franco.
for some reason a sob broke through your chest at the sight.
seungmin’s head shot up at the sound, smiling as he saw you. he held one of franco’s paws up, using it to wave at you as he gleefully bounced up and down in his spot.
that didn’t help the tears that were already falling from your eyes.
“what happened?” he asked quickly, rushing to the edge of the bed. he reached out for your wrist in an attempt to pull you towards him, but a bitter mixture of sadness and anger was forming in your throat, and you pulled your hand away from him.
“what’s wrong?” he asked, softly.
you shook your head at him as more tears slipped down your cheeks.
“you’re so mean,” you sobbed.
seungmin blinked at you, eyebrows knotting as he tried to think back on what he did. why were you upset with him?
“i’m mean?” he asked carefully. “when was i mean?”
“now!” you all but yelled. “franco never did anything to you and you’re here hurting him like it’s nothing—“ you choked back a sob, shaking your head as seungmin pulled you to him by your waist.
he rested his head on your stomach, rubbing up and down your back to calm down your tears. it wasn’t working.
“baby,” he chuckled lightly, “i didn’t hurt him.”
“you did!”
“no, i—“
“—do you not like him?” you sniffed.
seungmin lifted his head up, squeezing you slightly when he saw how truly upset you were by all this. he glanced behind you at the calendar on your table.
oh.
he pulled you down to sit on the bed, watching as you sobbed harder into your hands.
slowly, he brought a hand onto your shoulder as he rubbed a thumb back and forth on your skin in soothing motions.
“of course i like franco.”
“you hate him,” you were quick to say, “you hate him and you hate m—“
“no,” he cut you off, firmly. “i could never hate franco. we’re colleagues.”
you hiccuped slightly, bringing your hands away from your face for a moment to look at your boyfriend, confused.
“you’re what?”
“we work together,” seungmin said, as if you were supposed to know that already.
“what do you mean,” you shook your head, anger replacing your tears for a moment.
“i’m head of the y/n protection squad,” he explained, grabbing franco and placing him on your lap, “and franco is my second in command.”
you rolled your eyes, but seungmin kept going, grabbing the rest of your plushies and placing them around you as he spoke on, “puppym is the captain, and pikachu is the strong one, and quokka is the rookie who doesn’t know what he’s doing and—“
“—stop,” you sobbed, grabbing your other plushie from his hand and placing him in your lap.
“but i’m just explaining that franco and i have the same mission in life, so of course we get along.”
“seung—“
“—he protects you when i’m not around. i would never hate him.”
“so why did you hurt him,” you sniffed slightly, wrapping your hand around the pikachu in your lap.
“you misunderstand,” he smiled softly, rubbing your knee for a moment before grabbing franco delicately. “we were playing a game. see?”
he took both of franco’s paws and stuck them to his own eyes, “he does it to me, too.”
you sobbed again, but this time a smile graced your features as a warmth took over your heart at the sight.
seungmin was somehow even cuter than franco in that moment.
your brain was too saturated in hormones to see just how much you were overreacting, but seungmin didn’t care—instead doing everything he could to get you to laugh, even if it meant playing along with the weird accusations you were sending his way.
when it worked he smiled brightly at you, turning franco to face you and opening both his paws in your direction.
“can franco give you a hug now?”
you nodded, a few fresh tears slipping out.
“hey,” seungmin sighed, hugging the puppy around your neck, “why are you still crying?”
“you’re so fucking cute,” you sobbed, pulling seungmin into a hug with the plushie sandwiched in the middle of you.
he chuckled at you, rubbing your shoulder as he gave you a small squeeze.
“do i need to get the whole protection squad around you today?” he asked, kissing your still damp cheek.
you nodded, sheepishly.
“i’m sorry, seung, it’s just—“
“—don’t explain,” he soothed, smiling at you as he tucked your hair behind your ear, “i saw the date, it’s cool.”
“it’s isn’t cool that my pmdd makes me ins—“
“—told you not to use that word,” he warned, delicately, placing another kiss on your cheek, “and i explained the situation so now you know me and franco are besties. one day i might even steal him.”
“not even as a joke, kim,” you pouted, holding the puppy closer to you.
seungmin nodded dutifully, before grabbing franco’s neck and tapping his nose against your cheek, followed by a “mwah!”
“do you feel hungry?”
“nauseous,” you grimaced.
“a movie and tummy rubs?” he offered instead.
you nodded, pouting up at your boyfriend.
“are you still sad?” he asked softly.
you nodded again.
“then we can watch ratatouille,” he smiled, kissing your lips softly.
it didn’t matter to him that for some reason you started crying at the opening sequence, upset that the old lady ruined her own home and would have to get it all renovated because the rats tricked her.
it didn’t matter to him at all.
all seungmin cared about was keeping you warm and brushing your tears away.
when he had to go to the bathroom, he put franco on your shoulder and whispered in his ear, “keep her safe for me, i’ll be right back.”
it caused your heart to flutter, and when seungmin did come back a few moments later, you pulled him in for a strong kiss.
“i love you so so much, seung,” you sighed, feeling too overwhelmed to even cry again, but the feelings were all wrapping tightly around your chest and you couldn’t quite control them.
you rested your head on his chest, sighing into the warmth he offered you.
“i love you, too,” he smiled, kissing the top of your head.
Synopsis: What began as a spa getaway takes a weird turn when Seungmin notices something interesting about the view from his room. Though his interest in the scenery plagued him with guilt, he couldn't help but be consumed by it. Soon, the getaway becomes even stranger when you make an offer he can't possibly refuse. Who is he to say no?
Content: Seungmin x Reader, perv!Seungmin (like a lot omg), Seungmin is so desperate for the reader it's pathetic, a bit of angst (in the setup, which is long), voyeurism, masturbation (m. receiving), teasing, oral (m. receiving), mutual/forced masturbation, nipple play (f. receiving), praise!kink, vaginal penetration, no use of a condom (PLEASE wear protection every time!), creampie, aftercare
Word Count: 9.6 K (I'm sorry)
Author's notes: Okay... first Seungmin fic!!! Y'all better not let me down I literally put my heart and soul into this! A good portion of this fic is the setup but then the smut hits kinda hard ngl. also aggressive use of italics sdfhkjshdk. I barely read over this because I've been reading like 100 pages a day during reading week, so I'm sorry if there are more mistakes than usual! As always, minors do not interact!
If there was one word to describe Seungmin, it was reserved. There were other terms, too: devilish, mischievous, stubborn. But "reserved" seemed the most fitting. You, however, were different, and incredibly so. You weren't exactly bubbly, but you were loud—and just as stubborn—as Seungmin. As such, all chances were against you being friends. He, who hated loudness, and you, who despised stiff reservation.
But what could you say? Opposites attract.
The two of you as a duo are fun; it simply works. While Seungmin made snide and humorous comments at the expense of others, you would make his grievances obvious through your boastful laughter that drew all attention to you. And, when you whispered your intense hatred of something to Seungmin, he would nod quickly beside you and support your wrath, giggling slyly. Of course, your relationship was more than just your guys' hot-headedness—though it was just what drew you two together.
Seungmin and you recognized what your relationship was really like: it was the comfort of finally finding someone who understood you, being able to hug someone when no one else's body felt like they fit against yours, or even being able to have someone comprehend an entire sentence held within a mute and fleeting glance. Simply, you two were best friends in the truest of terms.
What complicated the matter was Seunmin's inflexibility. His obtuse nature extended to all parts of his life, and that included his feelings for you.
...well, his lust for you, frankly.
It was insatiable. The chemistry between you two was unmatched, and no one could deny it. Hell, most of your friends thought you were already dating until you laughed at the very notion of dating Seungmin.
And it broke his heart every time you did it.
So, he pushed away every feeling toward you that was not platonic. No, it was more than that. It was not just a mere rejection of his feelings, but an utter renunciation of them. He could not bear to have his heart broken every day by you, with every glance that didn't linger on him or how your touch never seemed to stay for long. So, rather than sidebar his feelings and leave them for another day, another person, or even pretend like one day he will get over them, he instead got mad, furious at the thought of liking you. His desires were replaced by a stern voice that told him "how could she ever like you?" or "no one will ever look at you like you're pretty, like they would want you." The voice sounded eerily similar to his own.
Sadly, this voice made his emotions somewhat okay to control. There were easy days, like the days you were not around or days when you were mad at him. Then there were the other days. Days where he couldn't get you out of his mind, days when you were just a little too nice or dressed a little too scantily to evade his thoughts. Days when the tightness of his pants became unbearable.
Today was one of those days.
The spontaneous overnight spa trip now seemed like a foolish getaway attempt to Seungmin. Originally, he had planned it for just you and him—two friends that longed for a quiet escape from the city and the incessant teasing from close acquaintances. Then the two friends became four, and now it was you, him, and the seven idiots he called his friends.
His emotions were running amuck. He was now stranded—is that the right word for this kind of situation? Stranded? He certainly felt like it. This weekend was supposed to be just you and him. Separate rooms, but still together in the hot springs, getting couples massages, eating lavishly—the works. It was his feeble attempt at obtaining some semblance of a romance with you, even if it was all just pretend. Now seven fools were ogling you while he couldn't even get a second of your time.
Not to mention the logistics issues. Oh, fuck the logistics of this trip. The spa was overbooked and thus added to the absolute disappointment of this weekend. Though he advised that you should get your own room as you were the only girl on the trip, you were adamant about having to be alone while everyone else got a roomie. That's how Seungmin got stuck with you. You two were the closest in terms of friendship, and now he had to share a bed with you. He had to deal with you being so close every night. Just within grasp, your scent flooding his system, so precious and close and just inches away from him. God. This weekend was going to be torture.
Hell, it already was. As soon as the group got to the resort, everyone bolted to get to the hot springs—including you. Yet, Seungmin said he'd rather get settled into his room ("our room" you emphasized with a crafty smile), order room service, and sleep the night away. You pleaded with Seungmin to join you guys, even if you would be in the separate women's section. He just shrugged you off. He needed to be alone, to realize how much of a mistake this weekend was, to wallow in his self-pity while you enjoyed the onsen. At least he had some peace of mind knowing a giant bamboo partition separated you from the men's section and, therefore, the boys. They couldn't stare at you then, enjoying you in a bikini—or less considering this was a rather "traditional" spa. Seungmin was satisfied knowing that they couldn't see you so vulnerable, even if it meant he couldn't either. Plus, you seemed pretty excited about the springs, and even if he was jealous, he wasn't going to try and hold you back.
So, now he was alone. Everyone's rooms were now abandoned, minus their carelessly unpacked luggage. Seungmin, however, had spent the last 30 minutes tediously unpacking, refolding, and placing the three days and three nights' worth of clothes into the sturdy drawers of the spa. What a way to spend 30 minutes. It was late, the sun dusting the horizon and the last light was trickling into Seungmin and your room. He knew you would stay out long considering the water would stay warm and the spa open for hours more, so he knew he had ample time to wash up and make himself at home.
Yet, the darkness of the night made him realize that his room was now on full display due to the open curtains. Upon realizing this, Seungmin grew embarrassed realizing that he was completely visible to the outside world. So, he busied himself by locking the windows, shutting the blinds, and enjoying the views of the spa that he was able to see from his room. When he was all done, he gave a quick scan over the room and noticed something peculiar: he had missed a window! The window was short in height but long horizontally long, sitting above the headboard of your shared bed and allowing the last of the sunlight to coat the room. With a sigh, Seungmin clamoured onto the bed and sat on his knees to fiddle with the drawstrings, hoping to successfully pull the blinds shut in one go.
But he didn't.
And luckily he didn't.
Because that's when he saw you.
He didn't know his room had such a view. A view that made his head spin and his mouth salivate.
He was a pervert but fuck was it worth it. Maybe staying behind was the most brilliant idea he's ever had.
This spa emphasized discretion on its website, saying all guests had complete privacy and that the staff were well trained. Now, he was so happy that had been a lie. This window was practically offering him a view into heaven. In just the smallest edge of the glass, only at an angle, he was able to spot due to his precarious position, he realized he had a slim view of the hot springs. The women's hot springs. And the only woman in his view was you. Completely naked.
He silently thanked the architect of the spa and promised to create a whole religion dedicated to him as the Messiah.
The steam from the onsen had obscured some of his view, but he was still able to sit just strangely enough to see you fully. Your hair was sopping wet from the water, skin glistening with its rejuvenating properties. Every breath you took manifested as clouds above your glowing lips, the stark contrast between the cold air and the hot water evident in the air.
His phone was just across the room, so near and just close enough that he could stumble, grab it, then snap a few pictures. Just a few, and maybe a video, and also a pair of your panties to finish the present to himself.
Regardless, he stayed planted on the bed. He couldn't risk leaving, not even for a millisecond. His eyes absorbed all they could and he prayed his mind didn't erase anything too essential to his survival as it made room for these fucking memories of you. But didn't matter though. If this image—you in the spring, naked and soaked in water with steam clouding, making you appear like a siren—was all that his mind had room for, he would gladly accept a life of stupidly if it meant only carnally thinking of you.
He imagined how perky your nipples must be due to the coldness of the air. Part of him hoped you would tell him later how satisfying the water was on your tits, how its warmth felt like soft lips sucking on your nipples and how the cold air was nipping at the buds. Like if someone was playing with you, desperately trying to make you cum just by latching onto your leaking, raw nipples.
"Please get up, please sit up," he found himself muttering quickly. His knuckles were white as he gripped the windowsill and his jeans constrained him like a cage. "Please, please y/n, baby, please just for me, for Minnie, just sit up."
It was as if you had heard him. Or, if God had finally answered his prayers.
It was just a moment, a simple second where you were readjusting your sitting position. And it was the best second of Seungmin's life. Your chest lifted from the water, droplets cascading down your breasts as they lifted from the water. The frigid air had pebbled your nipples and you slightly shivered as your body emerged from the water. Your tits looked so soft, so sweet and supple that Seungmin seriously thought he could cum just looking at you. His tongue watered at the sight of your flushed skin, imagining what it would look like as he dried you off and applied lotion to you after your bath just to keep you so soft for him. You were so perfect, so sweet and just out of his arm's reach,
Then, just like that, your chest was submerged again, and you were back in the water.
By the time you had sat fully back down, Seungmin was already undressed and stumbling into the bathroom.
That's how he got here, ashamed and pumping his dick as his skin was pricked with boiling water. Hot water poured from the shower head and rained down on Seungmin's frame, coating his goosed skin in heat. Steam had filled the bathroom, fading the glass and leaving the man in a dream-like fog. The warmth did little to satiate his hunger, but it made it so much easier to imagine he wasn't there, to imagine that you were with him. To fantasize that you were "helping" him right now.
He wished that the water from the onsen went right into this tap. If that were the case, he would rejoice in sharing the same water as you, as your tits and cunt and ass and mouth and tummy and thighs. Fuck you were perfect. Seungmin kept imagining you, in the spring, lightly flicking or pinching your nipples. What if you didn't care that other women were in the bath with you? What if you started cleaning your cunt, rubbing the water on the outside before deciding to slip a finger or two in? He was sure there were some definite... aphrodisiac effects of the spring, and surely you couldn't resist them. What if they had begun to suck your tits in front of all those women? Nipping at them and leaving purple bruises, letting the heat of the water touch where his hands couldn't?
The grip on Seungmin's dick was tight and he pumped vigorously, willing an orgasm out of himself as he thought of you below him. Would you be the kind of girl to pump his cock with your chest and suck the tip, or would you use both hands and jack him off? Seungmin's mind couldn't decide and opted to flash between fantasies as he grunted and moaned with each tug. He approached his orgasm quickly, clenching his jaw at the pain of cumming so fast.
"Fuck, y/n, fuck fuck fuck—mmh," he whined through gritted teeth as he finished all over his hands and the wall, cum washing away and being wasted down the drain instead of being swallowed by you.
He tried to catch his breath but the steam had overtaken the bathroom. The heat, additionally, made his sensitive cock twitch, and Seungmin whined a little louder than he was comfortable with. The pitiful orgasm barely satiated him and left his dick red, aching, leaking, and begging for more. His overly needy tip prayed for another release, a stronger one, one that voided all dirty, perverted, fucked-up thoughts in his mind. It was still hard, his cock slapping against his stomach as it leaked cum from his orgasm and precum for the promising next one.
Yet, Seungmin didn't have it in him. Despite the pain of the stimulation he desperately needed making him hiss, he couldn't will another climax out of himself even if he really did try. Plus, he felt dirty. He kept imagining your tits and how pretty they would look pressed against the shower wall, the chilled textured tile and teasing your nipples when he couldn't. While you were pushed against the wall, he'd be fucking you from behind. Desperately rutting into you, ass jiggling with every snap of his hips into yours.
These thoughts continued to run through his head. And though he knew that if he fucked his hand again that they would leave, he couldn't do it. It was already so wrong, so fucking deliciously wrong to spy on you—even if your body did look amazing and the memory of it made him salivate. But, you were still his friend. He didn't want to be this guy, the one who jacked off to the person he was desperately in love with, the one who would rather fuck his friend than try to move on. It was a mistake, a sin even, and one he has committed numerous times. Another tug on his poor dick would just add to his roster, though he knew he was already damned for sure.
So, he shut the water off and let his cock stand proudly against his strained abs, the water on his body instantly turning cold and trickling onto his tip. He seethed at the feeling. Shame mixed with an insatiable carnal desire made him tense, but there was little he could do about it. He simply slid out of the shower, dried off, and slipped on one of the spa's robes, the knot securing the robe as well as his cock as it pressed into his abdomen.
Then he remembered where he was: the monogrammed name of the spa on the robe scratched against his raw skin. And you were sharing a room with him. And you could be right outside the bathroom door.
The thought made his heart drop.
The shower made him lose track of time, and you'd surely be back by now. He hoped you didn't need the bathroom. He hoped, prayed you hadn't heard him if you were out there. Though he was already tense from the guilt, he was now completely stiff (especially his cock) at the thought of you in the room.
However, he knew he couldn't spend all night—all weekend, for that matter—in this bathroom. So, he readied himself to open the door. Deep breath in, deep breath out. The handle was cold against his palm as he twisted the door open.
He was greeted with an empty room. The only evidence of life was his carelessly thrown clothes and the ruffled bedsheets from his voyeuristic adventure.
"Oh, thank god," he sighed under his breath.
"Seungmin!"
"What the—? Fuck!" Bodies toppled over as you launched yourself at Seungmin after hiding behind the door of the bathroom. You had got the better of him and he paid the price, now laying face-down on the floor with you straddling his waist and sitting on his back.
"Got you!" You giggled as you playfully shook his shoulders.
"Yeah, yeah," he stammered out. "You—you got me." He was nervous; on edge from the scare, and because his still-hard and dripping cock was pressed against the floor and his ajar robe. Fuck, it must've slipped out when you tackled him. AND FUCK, you're still on top of him! Your hands slid on top of his wrists, playfully restraining him against the wood flooring. But Seungmin felt all but unserious in this situation. Your weight felt heavenly on his back, your chest grazing the back of his head due to your precarious position, making his mind race, and your fat thighs hugged him, making him fantasize about them wrapped around his head while his hungry, wet tongue lapped up your cunt.
Not to mention what you could do to him in a situation like this.
"Get up, Minnie! It was just a joke," you tease with your mouth next to your ear, which he hoped wasn't scarlet red.
"I would get up," he grumbled, "if you weren't pinning me to the ground." He had to compose himself. He had to make it seem like he was normal, like he wasn't just vigorously tugging on his length to the glistening, exposed, vulnerable, beautiful, and soaked body of his friend. Like he wasn't fantasizing about all you could do to him right now. He had to. He had to be normal.
"Okay," your tone suggested you rolled your eyes, but Seungmin couldn't tell. "I'll get off if you hate it so much," you fake-pouted.
Jesus. Seungmin needed to see your lips when you pout like that. They always would push out just enough and would look so swollen and kissable. Too bad he was trapped under you, your plush form, with thighs hugging him.
Then, suddenly, it was lost. Almost as quickly as you had jumped him, he was relieved of the delightful pressure of you pinning him down. He almost wanted to call out, ask you to stay, to trap you under him forever. Instead, he sat up on his knees, making sure to tuck his cock discretely into his robe, and rubbed his neck.
"Jesus, you might've hurt me when jumping on me like that," he groaned. You laughed and jumped onto the bed, bouncing on impact.
"Well, then thank god we're in a fucking spa resort and you can get a massage."
In mirroring your sarcasm, Seungmin rolled his wide eyes and shifted on the ground. He sat with his knees together, protecting his nudity from underneath.
You, however...
He just noticed you. He didn't notice it before but...
Wow.
You were like him. Only wearing a robe. Nothing else, not even anything underneath.
He could tell, your nipples were perking up deliciously under the constrained soft cotton of the complimentary robe. Due to your figure, it was cut short on you. Your robe rested just at thigh-high level and hinted at the possibility of you not wearing panties. Your legs were crossed tightly, too, and the robe had ridden up to expose the part of your leg that just rested under the fat of your bum. The water from the hot spring still lingered in your damp hair and your skin glistened from the spring's refreshing properties. Your whole body looked so tender, soft, ready for Seungmin to bury himself in. You leaned back on your hands, legs still crossed, and studied the dumbstruck boy that sat beneath you.
"See something you like, Min?" You smiled.
"What?!" Seungmin yelped. Were you serious? Was this real flirting? Were you actually saying such suggestive things to him?
Of course not. The laughter that erupted from you was evidence of that. At least he could relish in the sound of your sing-song giggles and then lament in his embarrassment.
"I'm kidding," you chuckle. "You just seemed so out of it!"
"Yeah... I don't know, maybe it's because I've been cooped up in this room since we got here," he stiffly responded.
"Shit, sorry. I knew you wanted to be alone but maybe I should've pushed harder for you to use the spring or something," you pondered. "Maybe I should've stayed and helped you unpack."
No, Seungmin wanted to shout, Please, stay out there. Spend the whole vacation in the spring. Soak your tits until they are red from the water, until they're swollen and sensitive and can't take another second of the heat. Please stay outside my window for me, my own personal little pornstar. Me, just me.
"No, you wanted to use the spring and I needed time alone," he answered quietly.
You nodded. "Is that it? I swear there was something else going on with you today."
Then you uncrossed your legs, still leaning back on your hands. Your thighs hid your cunt, depriving Seungmin of its beauty so he couldn't even sneak a glance.
However, your position made his mind race faster. Maybe he could just pull your legs apart. In this position, he didn't need to untangle your knees to see your pussy. Maybe, just maybe, he had the swiftness to rip your thick thighs away from each other and catch a glimpse of your pussy. He didn't get to see it in the spring. Maybe the water of the onsen made your pussy as beautiful and glowy as the rest of your skin. Maybe it made you tighter, wetter... maybe it was an aphrodisiac and now your body was begging for cock, your glistening and tight hole needing to be filled.
But, Seungmin sat still and your thighs remained clamped shut. He cleared his throat.
"Maybe it was the guys..." he answered honestly. Well, somewhat honestly. Intrigued, you leaned forward and rested your arms across your knees. Oh, great. Now your pussy was secured but your tits were practically falling out of the robe. Seungmin swore that if he nudged you, your nipple would slip out, just for a second. And in that second, the sight of your tender buds would cause him to immediately latch onto them, suckling eagerly in the hopes you would cum just from him playing with you. He tucked his knees tighter against his body to cover his erection further.
"What do you mean by that?" You asked, unaware of the state you were putting him in.
"Just that..." His voice trailed off.
"What?" You asked, hoping he would continue,
He took a deep breath and sighed, "I hoped it would be just us. Like, I love hanging out with everyone but also... it can be overwhelming, you know? Especially on a weekend when I'm supposed to be relaxing. That's why I asked you to come. And now... you're stuck with me in this room and I have to calm myself before I get pissed that everyone decided to come on our vacation."
His eyes didn't meet yours the entire time he spoke. Yet, when he did, he noticed how your eyes were formed into small crescents, pressed together due to the light smile on your face.
"Oh, Seungmin," you soothed, "you couldn't get rid of me even if you tried."
Seungmin's cock twitched, because of course it would. Fuck, you were trying to comfort him, and here he was creaming just from a few harmless words. He was hunched over now in a feeble attempt to cover his cock, but you took it as a sign that he was about to cry. The truth is, he would cry if his hot tip wasn't nestled in your mouth within the next five seconds. Nonetheless, you continued.
"I know it can be a lot, but the guys understand that we're here to relax," you continued, voice smooth. "They want us to be calm and chill for a weekend— and especially you. I could hear them talk through the wall of the onsen and they said that they were really worried you didn't join them. They don't need any more pressure on themselves and neither do you. Please don't feel any burden this weekend, okay?"
His head was resting on his knees now, face down. Didn't you realize what you were doing to him? How your kind words and reassuring glances were making him red down to his chest? You were too nice for your own good.
"Thank you," he whispered. Placing his chin on his knees, he displayed his blushed face and let his eyes gaze up at you again. "It's nice to know that they care so much. That you care that much, too." He hoped you would think of his shyness as a result of his emotional vulnerability, not because he was tucking his dripping dick away and staining the spa's robes.
"Of course I care," you sighed, "you're my Seungie, after all." Fuck, when will you stop talking? Seungmin almost whined at that stupid sentence.
"And, for the record," you giggled. "I don't think I'm 'stuck' with you, in any sense of the word." Okay, that genuinely made him embarrassed. Not only were you sexy and slutty and would take his cock so well, but you were cute, too. Fuck, you were unbearable. He almost wished you resented him just so you would leave and, pray, return back to the spring for a late-night soak.
Instead, he opted to tease you, hoping to lighten the mood he had created in his shame.
"Aw, thanks," he layered his voice in a sickly-sweet tone, mocking your fluffy, comforting words. "But I'd like you to leave now."
"Never," you giggled at his joke. "You're stuck with me!"
"No!" He protested half-heartedly.
"Yes!" You were sitting on your knees now, perched in front of him and giving him an ample view down your robe. Please don't move closer, y/n, he cried in his mind. Not another step, I can't do it. Not today, I can't control myself, please.
"N-No!" He laughed louder.
"Yes!" With that word, you sprung off the bed and tackled him once more.
He landed with a thud against the hard ground. You on top of him, chest to chest.
Literally.
His robe had opened up. Yours partly did, too.
Despite the hardness of the fall, he was dead silent, exacerbating the loudness of your laughter. Then, when you realized why his eyes were so wide and what was poking your bear tummy, you stopped. And the silence became deafening.
He made no sound. Neither did you.
Wow. I'm controlling myself much better than I thought I would, Seungmin thought.
You cleared your throat.
"Seungie?" You asked, arms caging Seungmin and holding your upper body above his own, magnetizing your hips to his.
"...yeah?" he responded after a beat.
"...you're..." You couldn't finish your sentence.
"Yeah, y/n?" He murmured, close to you.
"You're... leaking all over me."
His cock twitched involuntarily, making you shut your eyes tight and a slight moan escape him, too.
"...yeah." He groaned.
Yet, neither of you moved. Ragged breaths were the only sound as you both silently argued about what to do. It was as if you were having a whole conversation through your intense eye contact, an unbreakable gaze that spoke of all the possibilities that could come from the situation. It seemed like hours had passed, but it had only been 30 seconds. Seungmin knew it was 30 seconds: he had counted to remember how long he had his cock pressed into you. As pathetic as it was, this was quite possibly the greatest moment of his life. His eyes held yours and grew sharper when you shifted your weight, involuntarily letting your robe slip open more. You were blushing as much as he was now.
"I... I should fix that," you stated silently. "It's cold in here."
"Yeah," he responded dumbly, "anything you want."
You gave him a nod. Still, you didn't move. It took a deep breath and a shift in your gaze for you to finally lean back on your knees. However, your bodies seemed glued together and it made it impossible for you to pull away from Seungmin. Maybe it was because you were scared for Seungmin to see your chest (as if he hadn't already cum to the sight of your tits dripping wet). Maybe it was because you were embarrassed to see his cock. Maybe it was because you and he both knew that if you pulled away, you couldn't help but stare at the other.
Maybe you wanted to look. Maybe he did too.
Your body shifted away from his slowly, your squishy chest leaving him exposed to the cold and, in turn, his nipples stiff. And, to Seungmin's luck, the same was happening to you.
You stared at him. He stared back. While he stared at your chest, your gaze raked down his abdomen. Or, rather, what was pressed against it eagerly.
If Seungmin had been more observant, maybe he would've noticed how his robe had completely unravelled in the midst of things. He would've noticed that his cock was bucking from the frigid air that attacked him without your tummy squishing it. He would've noticed how juices and precum were pooling on the ridges of his abdomen as they dripped from his slit. If Seungmin had been more observant, maybe he would've noticed you licking your lips at the sight.
"Seungie?" You asked, making no move to close your robe. God, the way you said his name. He adjusted his hips at the sound of your voice, rutting them up into the air and whimpering at how his cock isn't hugged by something tight, warm, and wet.
"Yes, y/n?" He said more confidently than he expected.
"Does it..." you gulped, "hurt?"
Part of Seungmin wanted to lie and say "no, sweetheart. It wants you to fuck it raw, but my dick is still fine." He really wanted to play the role of the cocky, sly guy who would pull a smirk as he snapped his hips into yours. But, it wasn't who he was. At least not right now. Right now, he was the kind of guy that would cry if pussy felt too good, tear up at the site of painting someone's cunt with cum. Plus, he couldn't lie. Not now, at least. Not to you.
He nodded vigorously, "So much, y/n."
"Really?" Your voice was laced with concern, yet your eyes were still fixated on the pulsing cock below you.
"Yes," Seungmin continued, voice calm. "So, so much—ah!"
Your index finger began to trace up his shaft, collecting the inordinate amount of juices that flowed from his tip and rubbing them back onto his cockhead.
"You certainly are hard." You were almost clueless with your words. Almost. While Seungmin was writhing beneath you and hopelessly bucking his hips up, cock twitching from the contact, you were just staring in awe at his length. Perhaps it was the size that amazed you, the precum that leaked from his slit, or his sensitivity to your touch. Either way, your eyes were wide, unblinking, and astounded.
Your hand firmly grasped around the base of his heavy erection and held it lovingly, pumping the base slowly. You twisted as you toyed with his length and the side of your hand occasionally rubbed against his balls, making Seungmin's whines resemble stuttering, high-pitched mewls.
"Y-y/n," he cried as you maintained your slow pace, "what are you doing?!"
"I've never sucked cock before," you mumbled, seemingly to yourself. "I've always wanted to try, want to see how deep I can take it, where you like to be licked, what makes your dick twitch..." Your voice started to adopt a light tone near the end. You almost sounded giddy, excited at the idea of sucking dick. In fact, Seungmin—with what little thought he had—thought you sounded downright mischievous.
"I wonder how you taste..."
Your hand moved further up and down his length now and Seungmin's moans were surely too loud for the thin walls of the resort. He prayed no one heard, that it was just you and him that knew you were fondling his slicked member and enjoying it too.
"P-please, stop, I-I'll—"
"Cum?" You finished for him, "I hope you do." Seungmin's lips quivered as his eyes welled. How could you be so cruel, stroking him with such a languid pace? It was inhuman how you treated him.
"Y/n," he growled, "d-don't start something you c-can't finish." His anger was creeping up on him. That anger he tries to hide, and unsuccessfully so. However, its effect was diminished by his blubbering, blushing face and exposed cock that eagerly accepted every pump you gave it.
"Oh, I very much intend to 'finish'," you teased, your voice still walking the line between serious and jovial.
"Well, what are you waiting f-for?"
Weirdly, you didn't respond with the same energy as Seungmin had come to expect. Rather, you retreated to that quiet, contemplative state you were in minutes before when you saw his cock. You pondered his words, what you wanted to say, and how well the weight of him felt in your firm grasp. You took a breath in.
"Can I suck you?" You started to move in before he could answer, Seungmin already feeling your hot breath on his oozing tip. Your actions, dually, made Seungmin's anger disperse, revealing—once again—his whining neediness.
"W-what?" He whimpered.
"Just a taste," you said with a smile, your back arching and displaying your ass while your head ducked down. "Just to try, just to see how you feel... wanna see how those veins feel along my tongue."
"Y/n, baby, just slow down—ah!"
When your hot tongue kitten-licked his cockhead before enveloping it in your warm mouth, Seungmin swore it was like his whole life had led to this moment. You worked his shaft desperately with one hand—the same one that was jerking him before, offering the same twisting, slow, and loving strokes— while the other played with his balls, teasing him. Drool and juices dripped from your mouth as the tasty precum leaked more and more from his slit. He tasted so good, just as you dreamed, and it made your mouth water more and more.
"Y/n, god, d-don't stop," Seungmin moaned through panting whines. Your mouth popped off of his cock for a brief moment, blowing cold air on his tip and making Seungmin cry at the sensation. Then, with a quick kiss to his tingly slit, you slid your mouth back down his length and sucked vigorously.
"H-how did y-you get so good at s-sucking cock?" One of his hands weaved into your hair and tugged it at the roots, guiding you further down his length. Though you choked, he persisted, as did you. Soon, his lower abdomen was grazing your nose and he was shallowly thrusting into your mouth, making you gag with every push of his hips.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, f-fuck," Seungmin panted. His grip on your hair started to feel like he was petting you, coaxing you through the tears building in your eyes and the pain stitching along your jaw.
"Y/n, I-I'm g-gonna—fuck!" Seungmin stuffed his dick fully in your mouth and shot cum right down your throat, bobbing your head so you could fully milk him of every drop. Considering he had cum just 30 minutes before, the amount of cum that leaked from him was insurmountable. He normally didn't cum that much, but when he pulled his still-hard dick out of your mouth, he was shocked by the amount of semen that layered his cock and dripped from the corners of your mouth.
"Y/n... y/n, are you okay?" He stammered. Seungmin's voice was teetering between control and stiff whimpers as he tried to compose himself. He felt a little awful about how aggressive, how needy and shamefully desperate he was just now. However, you didn't respond.
You stared at him, wide, tear-filled eyes playfully catching his gaze. Then, you stuck your tongue out, showing him the rest of his cum and letting some drip onto your exposed tits. Seungmin groaned at the sight, trying to pitifully lean forward to catch the cum in his mouth. He wanted to hold your jaw open, make you spit the rest of his cum onto your bare torso just so he could lick it off. Instead, he hummed with anguish as you tilted your head back and swallowed each and every drop of his semen.
"Now," you said with a hoarse voice, wiping your slicked mouth with the back of your hand. "Are you feeling better, Seung? How did I do?"
God... tell me... how could she act like this? Seungmin cursed the creator for making you so cute, so fucking perfect at taking cock. Had you learned from all those videos Seungmin saw in your browser history? Had you practiced on those colourful dildos he found hiding under your bed that one time? Either way, you knew what to do, and you were damn good at it.
"Yeah, y/n," he answered, chest still rising and falling heavily as rushing blood continued to keep him stiff, "s-so good."
You grinned, content with yourself and his response.
Then, Seungmin started to smirk.
"However..." that word and his expression made your heart drop. Seungmin chuckled.
"You didn't finish the job." Seungmin's hand reached up and extended his index finger, slowly dragging it up and down his pulsing dick. He took in a shaky breath and the action, but he continued nonetheless. He needed to prove a point. He needed to show you he could control himself, that he wasn't the kind of guy that would tuck his cock into his robe just because he was around a pretty girl. He needed to show you he was still that controlled guy you knew, and that you were still the spontaneous, bratty slut he knew. He needed to show you who was calling the shots.
"How could you leave me like this, y/n?"
"B-but, I—"
"Don't play fucking dumb with me." Your playful demeanour had completely abandoned you. Seungmin's voice was cocky, teasing, and almost mocking the way you were just moments ago.
"I can't believe you didn't live up to my expectations," he tsked. You played with the hem of your robe, blushing profusely and—once again—eyeing his hard-on.
Seungmin sighed, "Get on the bed, y/n."
"W-what?!" You asked, still stunned. Seungmin's hand suddenly stopped stroking his length and his eyes shot to you. His face was stern and he was ... angry? You couldn't place the emotion. All you knew was it made you shiver and painfully aware of how wet you had become.
"Get. On. The. Bed." His tone was patronizing and agonizingly attractive. He eyed you, his expression hinting at the consequences you would face if you were to misbehave. Despite being prone to disobeying him, his patronizing voice seemed to hypnotize you. Somehow, your body seemed to already rise to the bed and settle on the tightly made sheets.
Seungmin moaned, "Good." After all the torment you put him through, his voice was finally so sure, so stable.
As you sat on the bed, staring down at the boy, you bit your lip and fidgeted, nervous under his gaze. While enjoying your torment, Seungmin stood slowly and let his robe fall to the ground, showcasing his somehow still-hard cock as it arched against him.
He nodded to your clothes, "Take your robe off, y/n." He demanded you disrobe as if your tits weren't already on display, as if they weren't smeared in his cum. Still, you obliged, sliding the soft cotton off of you and shivering as it tickled your skin. The robe pooled around you before Seungmin leaned forward and snatched the bunched fabric, throwing it aside and leaving you sitting bare.
"S-Seungmin," you mumbled as your face grew warm. Your hands started to move to cover your body, embarrassed as your tits perked under his stare.
Seungmin chuckled, "Go ahead. Cover yourself." His words shocked you and made your blush grow, embarrassed by the very attempt of preserving your innocence. "You look so cute trying to act all embarrassed, as if you weren't choking on my cock and enjoying it just minutes ago." He started to saunter towards the bed, hand gripping his base and giving it a stiff tug.
"Why don't you cover your cunt, too?" He panted out.
"What?!" His terminology shocked you, the vulgar word sounding like honey as it dripped off of his tongue.
"I said," his voice grew, as did his sarcasm, "cover your fucking pussy up. Don't you want me to not see it? Like you weren't practically begging me to fuck your tits earlier as you licked my cock? You're already soaking our sheets, anyways." He stood over you now, right at the edge of the bed.
"Use your hand. Go on. Cover your tight pretty little pussy with your fingers. Why not put some in there so I don't see anything? Stuff yourself full and make sure to stretch it open so I don't see any of your sweet juices leaking out." He leaned forward over you, letting one hand pet your cheek with the other took your hand and guided it down your naval towards your cunt. "How about you finger your clit, too? You know, just to make sure I know where not to touch." You whimpered at each of his words, softly rutting into the crumpled bedsheets.
"I'm such a good friend, after all. I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable with me licking your sensitive little clit and finger-fucking your hole. You should do it yourself, then. You know, just to make sure I don't." The last of his words were emphasized with him forcing your own fingers into your cunt.
"S-seungie!" You cried as he guided two of your fingers in and out of your pussy, his own teasing your entrance as he directed your hand.
"Yeah, just like that," he gasped, "use your other hand, too. Touch your clit, do it." He forced your other hand down onto your cunt and you automatically began to play with your clit, moans pouring from you as you pinch your eyes shut. "Keep—fuck—keep going, you are doing so good."
"Like that?" You asked, forcing your eyes open to look into his. His eyes were enamoured with you, like he was seeing the stars in the night sky for the first time.
"So good for me," Seungmin said, barely registering your question. "Y/n, babe, you are so good for me." He clamoured onto the bed now, trying to not seem so desperate as he sat behind you.
"Seungmin?" You whimpered out as you kept your hands at the pace he ordered you to maintain.
"Just keep going," he assured you as he let his legs cage you, pressing his chest into your back and his cock into the curve of your ass. "Just gotta make sure you stay covered, hmm?"
"Seung—min, fuck!" You moaned as his hands dragged tantalizingly slow from the sides of your chest to your nipples, sliding under your arms and holding you close to him. So close you could feel him leak all over your back, whimpering as fluids continued to push out of his sensitive cock.
"D-don't you wanna stay all pure and covered, y/n?" He hummed as he pushed his head into the crook of your neck. Your scent invaded him and fogged his mind, making him abandon his teasing efforts and instead firmly grab your tits.
"Fuck!" You yelped, briefly stopping your movements. Seungmin growled at your cessations and traced his teeth along your neck.
"Keep going," he demanded as his grip softened and he started to paw your breasts. "Don't ever stop. Go faster, even." And, like the obedient slut you were, you obeyed. Your increased pace made your breath hitch and your legs push together. However, you didn't dare stop. Not when you were this close, not when Seungmin was begging you to continue.
"Seung— Seung," you stammered, "I-I'm getting close, d-don't stop, mmh!" Seungmin licked the conch of your ear then moved to bite and tongue the lobe.
While you worked your cunt, his hands expertly twisted, pulled and flicked your nipples. He kept imagining your tits as they were coated in water, but then realized you were real, that this dream was happening and he could simply see your tits up close, how he's always wanted.
You started to bounce on your fingers, eagerly sucking them into your cunt as you whined in his arms. The act made your tits jiggle in Seungmin's palm. He groaned at the sensation, hissing at how your chest felt as good as he dreamed of.
"Cumming, cumming, I cum, Seungie," You whimpered, your voice harmonizing with the wet sounds that came from you eagerly rubbing your clit and stuffing your pussy.
"Cum, y/n," he whispered into your ear in a joyous tone. "Make the bed all sticky and wet... covered in your cum. Ruin these sheets. They're not ours, anyways. Cum all over them."
Your moans grew higher and higher pitched before you became silent as your orgasm took over you. Your fingers twitched as they tried to push you through, and with Seungmin still pulling at your nipples, you had lost all control.
"Fuck, fuck..." you panted as you felt your hands become sticky with cum. Seungmin chuckled, rubbing his fingertips along your sides and causing your skin to develop goosebumps. You collapsed into him as your legs quivered. Seungmin, in turn, saw his opportunity and took it, offering you soft kisses to your neck while one hand trailed lower and lower. Suddenly, he started tracing your clit hard and fast, causing you to convulse.
"Seungmin—Seung d-don't," you mewled as you tried to push his hand away, unsuccessfully so. He laughed as you tried again, this time managing to shoo his hand away from your pulsing clit. Instead of continuing to pester you, Seungmin allowed his now-soaked fingers to rest on your thigh, squeezing the fat and keeping you open while his other hand massaged your chest.
"So, so good for me," he mumbled happily as your breathing settled. As you regained sentience, you slowly became aware of Seungmi's position. More specifically, how his painfully hard cock had leaked all over your backside. You gasped, making Seungmin release another laugh.
"I see you've realized," he hisses as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. "I still have plenty of more plans for your wet little cunt, Y/n."
Then, with his tightened grip, Seungmin effortlessly forced you onto the bed, pressing your back against the ruined and moist sheets.
"Seungmin!" you yelped. The boy clamoured over you, forcing your legs wide apart and then settling them around his waist. He sat on his knees, pumping his erection as he stared at your tits and your drenched hole that clenched around nothing. The pinches and flicks had turned your nipples raw and sensitive, so swollen from Seungmin's hopeless touches. God, Seungmin was a lucky, lucky man today.
"Look at you... I'm so glad you played with your pussy for me. You're all stretched out now and ready to take my cock, hmm?" Your fucked-out eyes could barely meet his, more interested in the languid strokes he is offering to his used cock. You wondered if he had jacked off today, if that was why he was so red and swollen. Either way, Seungmin was a sight to behold.
"I wanna ask you something," he questions as he maintains a steady pace. You nod vigorously, your hands rubbing up and down his arms and trying to bring him closer to you. You just wanted a kiss from him, to feel him close, to taste his spit and sweat like an animal who just needed to fuck. To hell with his questions. However, he persisted.
"How did you get so good at sucking cock, y/n?"
Your actions suddenly stopped as you stared up at him. However, he didn't say anything. His hand rubs your thigh, coaxing an answer out of you.
"P-practiced," you whimpered out. Seungmin chuckled. He seemed to like that answer.
"Yeah? You practiced?" He teased, "What did you do to practice, honey?" His hot tip met your folds and dragged your cum along your pussy. Your hole clenched around nothing, spasming from the overstimulation. It was like torture and you couldn't hold back your moans.
"Aw, c'mon, y/n!" Seungmin groaned, "I've been waiting to stuff my cock into you, and I will once you answer my question. How? Did? You? Practice? Sucking? Cock?" Each word was emphasized by his cockhead slapping against your clit, filling the room with lewd, wet sounds.
"I—fuck— I" you stuttered out, barely able to control yourself. "I-I-I did it on my dildos—b-but I was always good! Always... I... I a-always th-ought of Seungie... only wanna suck my Minnie's cock..."
"Really?" Seungmin continued to tease you. Yet, his voice had something else in it. Though he was mocking you and wanted to ridicule your dishevelled state, he was also hopeful. Hopeful that you were telling the truth, that you wanted this as much as him. He practically prayed every night for you in the most unholy and unorthodox of fashions.: fast strokes on his spent cock, used fleshlights, sticky hands... were you praying in the same way? And for the same thing?
"Fuck, Seungmin!" You cried out of suffering, "Could you not tell by the way I practically milked m-my tits for you in the s-spring?"
Seungmin suddenly stopped his actions, the head of his dick still soaked in your juices and pressing into your clit, making you squirm.
"Is that true?" You gave him a small nod, almost as if you were unaware of the words that just slipped out of your mouth. "How did you know?"
You rolled your eyes as if he wasn't towering over you. "B-because I s-saw our window looked out to the s-spring... and the whole time I w-was t-trying to g-get your attention..." You blushed and looked away, "You're already staring at my chest all the time..."
Seungmin was in awe of you. Truly. You... you had exceeded every desire he ever had. How could he resist you? Your cunningness? The sweet, drenched pussy between your thighs? He rested on one of his elbows and moved his hand to cup your cheek.
"You put on that little show for me? Just to get me hard?" He asked as he resumed dragging his fat cock through your folds. You nodded meekly, suddenly so embarrassed and insecure from the sweet gesture. Seugnmin smiled.
"Such a good fucking girl."
He slid his cock into your sopping pussy, juices leaking as his cockhead submerged itself in your cum.
"Seungmin!" You whined as his girth stretched your worn pussy. He immediately set a fast pace, trying to chase a high that will exhaust him and that will finally relieve the strain of his flushed length.
"S-so, fuck, so so g-ood." Seungmin tried to say more, he really did. Yet, he couldn't. Not when the squelching sounds of him stuffing your drenched cunt was like music to his ears, not when you were moaning so loud that the boys in the other room would hear, and not when he had been waiting forever to do this.
"S-stuff me," you whimpered, locking your legs around his waist and wrapping your arms around his neck so he could push deeper. "Fill me up, Seungie, fill me up—fuck!"
"Y/n, God," Seungmin panted in a high-pitched voice. "So—wet—for—me—gonna—cum." Each word was matched with an aggressive thrust of his dick into you, making you moan as he prodded that gummy part inside of you. He looked down at you and met your eyes, immediately captured by their glow of love and adoration. The slight eye contact did something to him, as if it returned all romance to his carnal instinct. He leaned down and pressed his lips softly into yours, whimpering and whining into your mouth while he buried himself in you.
"Touch my c-clit," you begged between kisses. Seungmin obliged, moving his hand between your sticky bodies and vigorously rubbing your maltreated bundle of nerves.
"F-fuck, shouldn't have done tha-t," he whimpers, "you f-feel too good, now. C-clenching a-round me." Nevertheless, he continued to finger your clit and picked up the pace of his thrust. The way your sensitive tits pressed against him made his head spin, the fat of your chest making him imagine how good his cock would look buried between them. He ducked his head down briefly and began to suck and nip at your sensitive breasts, slobbering over them like a dog. You hissed at the sensation, pulling at his hair in an act of encouragement.
"Hmph!" You moaned, "Seungie, I think I—"
"Me, too, baby, me too." Seungmin was almost embarrassed by how fast he was gonna cum. Almost. If it wasn't for you whining beneath him and begging for his cock, then maybe he would feel differently. Instead, he urged his body to chase his high and help you reach yours. He whined as he continually pistoned his cockhead into you, pulling himself up to bury his face in the crook of your neck.
"I'm—I'm—I—" he stammered as the buzzing in his body grew to be dizzying.
"Please cum inside, please cum inside," you repeated like a mantra as you pulled him tightly to you.
"Fuck!" Seungmin cried as he offers one last harsh push into you. As his cock starts to spurt cum, the feeling of fullness caused your body to seize and your back to arch. Your cunt squirted around Seungmin's cock, coating it in cum while his orgasm shook his body.
"Y/n, y/n, my good girl, my y/n," he mumbled sleepily as he continued to offer small ruts into you. With a few more snaps of his hips, Seungmin sat up and enjoyed the white ring you left around his—thankfully—softening length. The sounds of him re-stuffing you with his finished length made you mewl and Seungmin hiss. He slowly stopped his motions and pulled away, enjoying how the cum mixture poured out of you. He smiled to himself, content with the sight and the fact that his cock was finally (finally) no longer hard, that his balls were empty, and that you were satisfied.
"Do you feel good, y/n?" He asked as he caressed your legs. However, you were too fucked-out to respond. In an effort to elicit a response, Seungmin pinched the flesh and earned an annoyed, pained groan from you.
"There you are," he laughed.
"S-stop," you mumbled as he leaned down and pressed loving kisses to the side of your face.
"Oh, before you were showing off your tits publicly just to get my attention, but now you can't even accept my kisses." Your eyes went wide as you remember your confession, slapping him lightly repeatedly out of humiliation.
"Ah! Hey, c'mon, you liked it," he teased as he stepped away. He was gone momentarily before he returned with a damp, warm cloth and began to press it over your vulva, cleaning your leaking pussy. "You liked it, just like how you like me."
You blushed and looked away, unable to make eye contact. Almost as if his caring act and physical contact made you embarrassed, but in a loving way.
Huh. Maybe you two were more alike than he realized.
"You like me too," you responded meekly, emphasizing the word in the same fashion as Seungmin.
He was quiet. Seungmin continued his ministrations, though. He pressed the warm cloth softly on you, staring at the stains on the bed, the redness of your thighs, and then up at your face. Your expression was hard to place, but there was something in it that he automatically recognized. It was always in your eyes, but especially now. It was even feverish in its presence. It made him feel that certain way that he often felt so ashamed of. Now, he realized that feeling was what caused him to fall for you. It was so present now, so easily noticeable. He sighed, taking your hand softly, making your eyes go wide. He was not normally this affectionate, this attentive. He was not this openly loving. It made your heart skip a beat as if he wasn't just buried in you. You looked up at him and saw something in his eyes that reflected that very expression in your own.
"Yeah, I do like you," he responded. "I really do."
Bakugou places his head on your shoulder and huffs furiously during one of your movie nights.
It's just a stupid romance film to be honest, one you insisted on watching and he couldn't find it in himself to deny your wish, you've always granted his desires wholeheartedly anyway, and the glint appearing in your eye when he easily gave in to you was worth sitting in for a two hour typical tear jerker that— for some reason, you seemed to enjoy.
_ "Oh look look! Did you see that? He finally confessed his feelings!" you're tapping on his thigh excitedly, too invested in the movie ahead to notice the warm hand slipping under your shirt and resting on your belly.
_ "Yeah I saw that, we're watching the same movie dumbass." but he's not, he's actually not following the predictable events unfolding, nor the long ass journey the main character had to embark upon in order to find his long lost love.
How could he be focused on anything other than the fragrant smell of your shower gel tickling his nose, and the soft skin under his rough fingers as he eagerly explored your delicate flesh.
He closes his eyes slowly, inhaling the faint flowery scent emanating from you, and pecking the side of your neck, right where he's been nuzzling the whole evening.
Maybe this is not such a bad idea after all, you're happily watching your sappy movie, and he's easily succumbing to a peaceful slumber in the comfort of your shared cushiony bed, right by the only one he's willing to bare his all around.. you.
Pairing: Hyunjin x reader, pre-established relationship.
Genre: Fluff!!!!!!
Summary: You and Hyunjin read together before sleeping, but tonight he reads to you.
A soft scenario in honor of Hyunjin's birthday, featuring my favorite book :,) i hope y'all enjoy and please let me know if you do <3
When Hyunjin moved in with you, you found yourself falling into a quiet nightly routine with him.
You'd brush your teeth together in the bathroom, applying your respective skincare and making silly faces at each other through the mirror. You'd tidy the bed while he prepared two cups of tea, chamomile to be exact; and then you'd each grab a book to read.
It felt comforting- to simply exist in each other's presence and for it to be this peaceful; a serene moment to look forward to each day.
But tonight, you were exhausted- physically and emotionally. You didn't have the energy to do anything, let alone read. Hyunjin noticed since he diligently applied your skincare for you, pecking your nose in between each product.
When you finally lay in bed, he grabs the book you were reading last night- 'The song of Achilles', and you look at him confused.
"Let me read for you, yeah? Just relax for me, angel", he smiles and you nod silently, getting comfortable in his hold. His arm is draped around your shoulder; his fingers gently grazing up and down the curve of your body. And your head is on his chest- you can faintly hear his heartbeat, steady and calm, your personal lullaby.
"What had Deidameia thought would happen, I wondered, when she had her women dance for me?", he picks up where you left off and you close your eyes, savoring the sound of his voice. It sounded like the most enchanting melody to you.
"Had she really thought I would not know him? I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world".
Hyunjin pauses for a while and you look up at him, assuming that he fell asleep. But to your surprise, you find him intently staring down at you. His eyes are shining brightly and you smile softly at him.
"Why did you stop?".
"This is really beautiful", he whispers and you nod in agreement, "Their love is very pure".
"So is ours, don't you think?", he asks quietly, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger.
"So is ours", you grin, meeting his lips in a sweet kiss. His hand cradles your jaw, pulling you closer to him in a way that makes stars dance in front of your eyes.
When you finally lean away, he grabs your hand in his, squeezing it lightly. "I'll recognize you too... In death, at the end of the world", his voice is thick with emotion and you feel your heart skip a beat.
"I really really really love you, my beautiful boy", you whisper and he smiles cheekily at your words.
"How could you not when I'm this perfect", he winks and you swat his arm playfully, "Remind me to never confess my love to you again".
"You will still do it", a chaste kiss on your forehead, "when we are thirty", a kiss on your nose, "forty", a kiss on your cheek, "and sixty", a final kiss on your lips, "you'll still confess".
"You forgot fifty", you tease and he gently hits your head with the book, an adorable pout adorning his face.
"I'm kidding, babyyy", you singsong, "I'll always love you, you already know that".
"Good. Now let me continue, I wanna know what happens next", he tells you and you chuckle, "Don't let me stop you".
As Hyunjin reads some more to you, the heaviness in your heart slowly disappears and your love for him fills the void instead- it's all you can feel within you when you finally fall asleep.
There would be sleepy morning hugs, where he'd pull you closer to his body, intertwining his legs with yours. He'd mumble a "just five minutes more" into the crook of your neck and you can never say no, because his arms around you feel heavenly. He never told you but he started scheduling his alarm a bit earlier, so he'd be able to cuddle you more when he wakes up.
There would be hugs when he finally comes home and you'd run into his arms as if you haven't seen him for years; when you just had lunch together earlier. Those hugs will always end up with you wrapping your legs around his waist and him spinning you around. Two giggling messes, giddy over the love you hold for each other.
There would be hugs when you are feeling sad, and he'd be extra gentle with you; rubbing soothing circles on your back while you are sat on his lap. His fingers would thread through your hair, as he listens intently to you. Those hugs will last for as long as you want them to, he won't ever let go first.
And there would be hugs when you haven't seen him for a long while and he pulls you to him as soon as his eyes land on you. Those would be silent hugs, where you'd just bask in the presence of each other, because you've really really missed him. And holding him close is the only way for you to realize that he's really here, he came back to you- he came home.
Hugging chan will feel safe, like being wrapped in a warm cocoon. Your body doesn't go on overdrive when you hug him, there are no untamed butterflies or sweaty palms. Instead, a soothing peace will wash over you and your worries will melt away- because you know that you are safe with him. Always.
ask and u shall receive 🤭 literally all day ive been thinking abt jisung getting so excited that he just rips the clothes off of you without having the decorum to let u actually strip because he’s that desperate
ayo? 👀 horny and desperate jisung is making me feel so many things, hope you'll like it, I'm kinda nervous tho, I wrote it in a rush 🥹😩
“You’re fucking drenched, holy shit.” Jisung groaned, the fingers he’d just sneaked inside your pants and past your underwear now completely coated with your arousal, and all he did was just lightly graze your folds.
“Ji, please—” you whined, rubbing your ass on his clothed bulge when he groped your tits with his free hand, kneading and playing with your nipples through your disheveled shirt as his fingers started thrusting in and out of your sopping, squelching hole, his expert thumb flicking your clit.
“Mh, can you hear that? Your pussy’s talking, baby.” he teased with a devilish grin, nipping and licking your earlobe as your face heated up even more, his hot breath hitting your bruising neck making you shiver. The hand kneading your tits quickly sneaked under your shirt and pulled it up just enough to set them free, his cock twitching in his pants when he noticed how they softly jiggled with every thrust of his fingers through the mirror in front of you.
He clenched his jaw when, after curling his fingers to graze the gummy spot inside of your velvety walls, you threw your head back on his shoulder and moaned loudly, not caring anymore that people enjoying your friend’s birthday party on the other side of the door may hear you. Grinding your clit back and forth on his thumb, you took a hold of his forearm and squeezed it, his lustful eyes now focused on yours, “S-Sungie…” you whispered, your voice sounding so desperate and broken it made his heart tighten.
And suddenly, the buttons of your shirt went flying around the room, your dress pants were bunched down around your ankles, pieces of your flimsy, ripped panties on the floor and Jisung’s thick length buried deep inside of you as you grasped the white sink you were bent over, “S’ warm, s’ tight—” he grunted, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when you clenched around his cock and arched your back, his hands tightly gripping your sides as he relished in your warmth.
Your breath hitched in your throat when he unexpectedly pulled out, just to slam balls deep inside of you the next second, his doe eyes now open and interlocked with yours through the fogging up mirror, which showed off an arrogant smirk as he kept thrusting in and out, his balls harshly slapping your clit.
But when a few thrusts later he stopped with a big huff, making you whine displeased, and took the end of the baggy t-shirt he was wearing between his teeth to avoid it getting dirty of both your incoming releases, showing off his sweaty stomach and chest under the moonlight shining right on your bodies, showing off how easily his length slid in and out of you, you felt lightheaded, “Fucking hell, Ji.” you moaned out, chewing your bottom lip as your eyes stayed fixed on your sexes.
He just smirked and slightly turned your bodies to the side, so you too could enjoy how he deliciously stretched and ruined you for anyone else.
