description: after calling you over for some heated - and desperate - stress relief, chenle ensures your body is shuddering and trembling like his own personal whore by the time you've finished riding him.
warnings: riding!dick, chenle being a lil bit of a dom, paying for sex, internal!cumshot, pet!names, mention of clit!stimulation, slight!degradation, unprotected!sex
word count: 0.7k
a/n: this was supposed to be an actual full on fic with plot but it's been in my drafts a while and i wasn't sure if i would ever finish it, so i posted what i had🥺
Face buried in the crook of your neck, his hot breath dispersed across your glistening skin. Thighs burnt beneath you, each bounce easing his cock a little deeper between your walls. A tight grip divulging in the pillowy flesh of your ass dragged your torso close, allowing the friction of each other's clothes to ignite between your chests.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Chenle grunted, low vibrations running along your flexed collarbone. Your fingers stretched through his coarse locks, body immersed in undeniable and everlasting pleasure. Muscles still ached from the long minutes he'd spent coaxing a string of orgasms from your shuddering core, expert digits fastening on your clit's raw nerves time and time again.
He enjoyed watching you tremble uncontrollably around his cock: his own private show.
The way his fingertips would dance over your body, drawing sensations from places you never before knew existed; his touch was hypnotic.
"Are you getting tired, pup?" Chenle's teeth pricked at your neck, "I don't want to see my pretty little slut giving up just yet."
Your head lulled, cheek folding into his curls as you attempted to bear the pain spreading through your limbs. Knees beginning to slip from the gaming chair below, your hands fell to his shoulders in search of desperate support.
"Chenle…" you gasped, the pressure between your hips growing with his steadily increasing size, "o-oh - god - Chenle-"
The throbbing veins that decorated his shaft were roughly dragging through your walls, cock beginning to twitch in hurried anticipation. His name falling from your lips seemed to act as encouragement, palms firmly guiding your movements to a rhythm that suited his intense lust. You could feel every detail, every curl of his length as it furiously probed your guts, and with it's unique taction you found yourself aching for the comfort of his warm lips.
"Chenle…" you whimpered, "k-kiss me…"
His lips twitched with the weak invitation, slowly allowing his head to fall against the chair's cushioned back. His dark gaze revelled in the sight of you obediently pleasuring him, hooded lids passing momentarily over your melted features.
Your mouth immediately fell to his, a moan of sudden yearning spilling between his cheeks. Tongues entwined, it's heated surface tantalising the other's attuned taste buds. He was sweet, like honey, and the pleasant taste distracted you from the pain stabbing your muscles. You relaxed, as his hand snuck beneath your shirt, beginning to massage your side with a reassuring grip, and you took the moment to become sentient to the indicators of his cock pulsing inside of you. He was close. Ready to erupt. And as his hips abruptly bucked, burying himself deeper, you felt Chenle's low groan bounce off your tongue. His hold on you tightened, and his back arched from the chair, before hissing out a muffled curse of satisfaction - as his cum squirted out, coating your trembling walls. Slowly, he sank down, using your hips to lull him through the last of the orgasm, while basking in it's golden high. You - with some difficulty - attempted to catch your breath, still remaining in an intimate kiss that had allowed Chenle time to enjoy the comfort of your warmth.
"The money's on the side," he hummed, finally pulling free, "I put some extra in this time."
Cheeks flushed, you let yourself carefully rise from his lap.
"You have?" you glanced at the pile of notes, "what…what for?"
Chenle's dark eyes passed over your tired expression, lips twitching as you seemingly struggle to walk.
"I want you to stay the night," he spoke, rearranging his joggers and moving to stand, "I've got an important exam tomorrow."
"What about your parents?" you asked, nervously, "what if they find out?"
Stepping towards you, with a cocky smile, Chenle pinched your chin between thumb and forefinger.
"They know you're good for me," he said softly, "I study better because of you."
You swallowed. They knew?
"I'm not sure..."
"Stay, it'll be fine," Chenle reassured, "you need the money, don't you?"
He was persuasive without even trying, and you found it too hard to resist.
"Fine," you whispered, eyes flitting beneath your lids as he leant closer, "I'll stay."
heeseung absolutely hated when you tied him up. he hated it because he knew you weren't gonna let him cum tonight. not without making him beg like a needy little boy.
no matter how hard he tried, he could never hide the fact that he was close. you always caught on so easily. whenever he was on the verge of reaching his high, you would always retract the pleasure you gave him and leave him whining helplessly.
he would never understand what fun you got out of playing with him so mercilessly. heeseung never stole orgasms from you. in fact, he was such an obedient prince for you, nothing warranted the ruthless edging he faced whenever you loosely bound his wrists to the posts of the headboard.
the creaking of your bed was starting to set him into a trance. your breaths were hot and heavy by his ear. heeseung had been sitting there for so long that his body now lacked the energy to buck his hips up into you.
you didn't hold back at all, rocking on his cock with the same vigour you had when you first began. his legs felt numb and that only intensified the pleasure he felt through his member. he watched your tits bounce through hooded eyes, lips parted so that he could let out mellow groans.
you lifted his chin, smiling at him sadistically. "do you wanna cum?" you asked him despite knowing the answer. heeseung didn't even bother answering you.
"should i untie you? let you fuck me however you want?" now you were taunting him. heeseung hated how desperate he was. you could see all the desire simply burning in his eyes.
you slowed down a bit so he could reply to you. "do whatever you want. just let me cum." his request was blunt and to the point. you couldn't argue with that. he'd been a good boy. he seemed fit to receive a reward.
so you leaned forward, placing your palms against his chest and starting bouncing on his cock. heeseung grunted in dismay, wrists tugging at their restraints. you chuckled and kissed his jaw.
"faster! please let me cum!" his voice was soft, strained almost. he shut his eyes, trusting that you wouldn't hold anything back from him this time.
luckily for him, you weren't planning on doing so. after hours of edging him on to brutal extents, even you were starting to miss the feeling of him filling you up.
"are you ready to cum for me?"
heeseung nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. a few seconds later you felt his cock twitch inside your walls. heeseung let out one of the most beautiful sounds you'd ever heard as he finally reached his high. his thighs shuddered as he emptied his seed into you, a satisfied look on his expression of pleasure.
you continued easing him though his climax, whispering praises into his ear. eventually, you released his hands and let them fall to his side. heeseung stared at you, completely famished.
"i swear, one day i'm gonna make you regret playing with me like this."
description: a game of truth and dare gets very hot between your group of friends: kissing, lap dances, 7 minutes in a closet where heaven definitely wasn't just making out. But when it's your turn for a dare, the guys seem to have something specific in mind for you - and it involves Chenle, and you on your knees.
warnings: oral!male, blow!job, dom!idol, face!fucking, sadistic!chenle, cum!shot, degradat!on, exhibition!sm, mention of alcohol (reader + chenle haven't had anything to drink), rough!chenle
a/n: im not sure about the end???🥺but goshhh chenle istg im so-😫
Jaemin pulled back from the kiss with a grin, a wave of jeers rippling across the room. Your friend's shy giggle made you smile, and you laughed as she fell into your shoulder, burying her face.
"I feel hot," she mumbled.
"This game has gotten out of hand," you teased, "they'll dare someone to fuck in a minute."
"I think Jeno already did that in the closet," Haechan grinned, collapsing down onto the bean bag beside you, "but it's your turn now, y/n, truth or dare?"
The room fell silent, tipsy excitement filling the air, and you tapped your nails against the cider's unopened bottle cap in your hand.
"Truth," you murmured.
"You asked for a truth on your last go," Jeno's eyes sparkled, "you've got to do a dare."
He was up to something; it was obvious. Your brow furrowed, searching his face for some kind of hint or indicator. But he was giving nothing up.
Finally, you gave a slow nod - albeit suspicious - and sank into the bean bag, watching the other boys share a twinkling glance.
"We dare you..." Renjun barely even looked around the room, his mind already made up, "to suck Chenle's dick right here, right now."
The air snatched from your lungs and you choked, cheeks flooding with a burning heat. Opposite you, Chenle lazed on the floor beside his friends, balancing an untouched beer bottle between two fingers. His eyes flickered up, calmly holding your own, his expression remaining still.
"Th-That's ridiculous-" you swallowed.
Turning your head, you attempted to hide the affect of Renjun's words, filled with shame at how they'd sent butterflies swarming to your stomach.
"It's not that serious," Haechan's chuckle penetrated your thoughts, "it'll be a fun show."
"Either do the dare or suffer the penalty," Jeno's head tilted, "20 shots, and just for you we'll throw in something extra special."
In all honesty, you were barely even thinking about the penalty. Chenle's gaze was pinned on you, and it was sending you into a confused frenzy. You wanted to. Deep down. Every little thing he did turned you on, from the way he smiled, to the way he played with his fingers, even to the way he'd sit. Your thighs pulled tightly together, a pool of warmth collecting between them. They may have been drunk, but your friends knew you were considering it - they weren't stupid. And neither was Chenle.
Steadily, he rose to his feet, placing his drink down and beginning to approach your awkward figure.
"Get up," he drawled, voice deep.
You forced yourself to look at him, heart faltering and breath hitching as he held out a single hand.
"We know you want to," Jaemin smirked.
You could feel yourself melting under Chenle's eyes, his stare was persuasive. Too persuasive. Your fingers curled through his, skin brushing the cool metal of his decorative rings, allowing him to pull you onto your feet. He began to stride back, leading you to the middle of your circle of friends, before reaching up to graze his thumb over your lower lip.
"It's just a dare, princess," he purred, orbs turning dark, "get on your knees."
You lowered, and the others were quiet with anticipation, watching as Chenle ran his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to follow his lead.
"You know what to do, don't you?" his brow cocked, "or do I have to show you?"
Swallowing, you stretched your hand out towards the waist band of his joggers, delicately tugging at the elastic. He rubbed gentle circles into your scalp, patiently waiting for your touch to lower.
"You're sure you want to do this?" he uttered, quietly.
You nodded. You did. More than ever.
"I do."
Fingers passing over the somewhat hard shaft beneath his boxers, your chest erupted in an unusual, spine tingling sensation. You dithered, for a moment, feeling every line and curve of the bulging print.
Chenle sighed, and tugged at your hair, clicking his tongue to signify he was becoming impatient. The slight pain made you moan (which you quickly tried to stifle, much to no avail). His lips twitched, and for the second time he pulled - a little harder - at your hair, causing another quiet sound to fall out.
"You like that, huh?" he purred. Suddenly Chenle didn't give a fuck about anyone else in the room, he could only see you; who he knew wanted this just as bad as he did.
Brushing your hand away with his own, Chenle grasped his cock in a loose grip and released it from his jogger's thin material. As soon as it hit the air, your eyes were trained to it's size, lips falling immediately open, and Chenle elicited a quiet laugh. One palm still pressed to the back of your head, the other lined his tip up to your eager mouth. He teased you for a moment, hovering it just between those pretty pink pillows of flesh, before his hips moved firmly forward. His cock stuffed deep down your throat, and your head bobbed forward to accommodate for it's length, eyes already beginning to water. Hips rocking against your mouth, Chenle moved to place both hands against your head, applying a small amout of pressure to hold you a little further down. Your saliva was wrapping around his cock perfectly, and he grunted with the unique pleasure, allowing his cock to continue delving deeper inside your mouth. The movements started off fairly slow, while he grew harder, and bigger, between your hollowed cheeks. Your head followed the rhythm of his hips, enjoying the protuding veins dragging across your skin, and you began to quietly moan. The sounds sent vibrations down his shaft, and Chenle's neck fell back with a loud groan.
"Shut the fuck up," he sneered.
His hips began to thrust faster, deeper, harder, now pushing every inch down your throat. You gagged, attempting to keep up with the pace, loving every second he slammed into your lips, filling you with his cock. Your tongue swirled messily around him, spit spilling down your chin, and your hands grasped desperately at his thighs - keeping yourself steady with the intensity. You attempted to remain quiet, but your chokes rang through the air, and your whines were difficult to hold in.
"Dirty fucking whore," Chenle hissed, "look at me, let me see you gag on my cock like a needy little slut."
Your eyes looked up, weakly, barely able to keep them open as his hips continually fucked your face. He moaned at the sight of you, and pushed his hands into your head, forcing it down to the base. Holding you there, Chenle's cock throbbed between your cheeks, still growing harder from the heat of your mouth. Tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks, mascara staining your skin, as he drove his hips at a faster pace, tip of his cock crashing into the back of your throat carelessly. You sensed his spine curl, and Chenle's voice cracked, while a heavy pleasure began to form in his chest. His hips jutted, becoming tired with the promise of orgasm, and a sensation so powerful he could barely breath consumed his stomach. He was fucking your mouth more desperately, having never before felt something so strong, never before wanted to cum so badly. Your tongue was like magic curling around his cock, your nails digging into his legs only deepening his intense lust.
"I-I'm gonna cum-" Chenle's lip curled, teeth gritted. His cock twitched against your cheeks, veins screaming for release, and he abruptly yanked at your hair - just as strings of warm liquid squirted out. He was cumming hard, panting as he stroked out the last of it, utterly consumed by the pleasure. Chest heaving, he watched it drip from your face, smirking as your tongue reached out to lick it up the falling droplets. Chenle was left breathless, he'd never came like that before, never felt something so overwhelmingly intense. Standing there watching the creamy juices combine with your mascara stained tears, he wanted nothing more than to fuck you again. And again. Until you couldn't walk.
The rest of the room gawped at you, eyes wide and bodies stiff. You'd become so involved in the moment, you'd forgotten they were watching. It still hadn't kicked in. You were too entranced, gazing up at Chenle with dilated pupils. He didn't bear look away, both of you wanting - no, needing - more.
Shakily, he began reorganise his clothes, before bending down to run his fingers past your cheeks.
"It's my turn next," Chenle mumbled, "I'll choose dare."
uh chenle fucking u in the back of a limo then calling u up the next day to work on a project for college, only for it to turn into him commanding u how to cum over the phone bc he knows u get wet to the sound of his voice
You watched Jaemin and Jeno go to the kitchen to make some popcorn. “Do you really think I won’t notice? You are all over Jaemin. Are you trying to make me jealous on purpose?” Renjun looked at you with dark eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I literally just had a normal conversation with him. Am I not allowed to talk to other people anymore?” You said back with the same tone. He sighed deeply and poked his cheek with his tongue.“You want to act like a brat, huh? Then you should be treated like one.” He grabbed your wrist tightly and started pulling you towards their dorm’s bathroom, leaving the others confused in the kitchen. He pushed you into the bathroom and locked the door. His dark gaze made wetness pool in your panties. “Take your shirt off.” He said sternly. ‘“What if I don’t?” You smirked mischievously, teasingly playing with the hem of your low cut top that hugged your body perfectly. Cleavage showing maybe a little too much but you didn’t care. Renjun scoffed and brought his hand to your throat harshly. Your smirk dropped as he tightened his grip and breathing started to be more difficult. “I said take your fucking shirt off.” He said with a voice so low you barely recognized it. At this point you were so wet, it was embarrassing. You obediently took your shirt off. He traced your jawline with the tips of his fingers. “Do I see some bruising here?” he said as he looked at the side of your neck. “Aww, was I too harsh on you?” He said with a sarcastic tone. “Actually… nevermind. Sluts like you don’t need to breathe. Now, get down on your knees.” You dropped to your knees and tried to untie the strings of his sweatpants. “No, you don’t get to touch me… hands behind your back.” You put your hands behind your back although you didn’t want to, but at this point it was better if you just did what he said. You opened your mouth, waiting for him to take his sweatpants off. Soon he untied the strings and his sweatpants along with his boxers dropped to his ankles. He guided your head to his cock and slowly pushed it inside your mouth. When he felt it hit the back of your throat he started thrusting with a ruthless pace. You struggled to keep your balance because you couldn’t hold on to anything. He repeatedly hit the back of your throat making you gag. Your vision was getting blurry because of the tears forming in your eyes. Regardless, you looked up at him and immediately made eye contact. God, he looked so hot. Hair messy from running his hand through it, a few drops of sweat on his forehead, and his dark eyes looking straight at you. You moaned at the sight of him, making him groan because of the vibrations. Soon he stopped and pulled out, not wanting to cum yet. He brought his hand to your throat and pulled you up. He kissed you messily while lifting you up so you were sitting on the sink. He pushed your short skirt up and brought his fingers to your clothed pussy. Running them up and down your slit. You let out a moan at the sudden contact. “You’re a desperate little slut, aren’t you? Already so fucking wet.” He pulled your panties down and pushed a finger in you, drawing a lot more moans from you. “You should be quiet. You don’t want Jeno and Jaemin to hear, right?” He said with a smirk on his face. You had forgotten about them but immediately shut your mouth as he reminded you. He pumped his finger in and out of you a few times before replacing it with his cock. He didn’t even let you adjust to the size before taking the same pace he had earlier with your mouth. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back by it, attacking your neck with his lips. He left hickeys and bite marks everywhere, while still keeping the same pace. You couldn’t hold your moans in anymore. His cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly, his lips on your neck, hand in your hair. It was all too much. He laughed at your moans and at this point, you were sure he wanted the others to hear them. He placed his other hand on your mouth, trying to muffle them down a bit. “I’m beginning to think you want them to hear you. You want them to know what a needy whore you are.” He said to your neck between kisses“Y-yes I want them to know!” You almost screamed as he took his hand away from your mouth. He laughed again and thrusted even deeper if that was even possible. Soon your orgasm crashed over you and your moans echoed in the bathroom, probably outside of it too. Your walls clenched weakly around him. NOw he was just chasing his own high. He panted a few degrading words to you. He was covered in sweat and his thrusts became sloppy. You knew he was close. That’s why you used the card you knew would get him over the edge. “Master… oh my god.” You moaned to his ear. You tried to look as innocent as possible while saying it. And like you guessed. He came, and he came hard. The white strings painted your walls as he stilled inside you letting out a few choked moans. He slowly pulled out and looked at you with a smirk on his face. His fingers came to your pussy and pushed inside his cum that was dripping out of you. You whimpered a little, making his smirk grow even bigger. “Now, I assume you know who you belong to.”
a/n: idk if this is any good but i hope you like it🥺i think it kinda loses it at the end? im not sure🥺
His cool fingers traced small lines into your burning skin, shadowy eyes holding your gaze through the gleaming mirror.
"Such a good girl, rushing over here as soon as I called," his breath fanned the back of your neck, shooting goosebumps down your spine.
You nodded, mouth dry as his palms dragged along the curves of your body, tugging you close. On his command, you'd discarded your clothes, now standing exposed for anyone who entered the practice room to see.
"Anything for you," you murmured, pupils rolling back to the pillowy sensation of Sunghoon's plump lips against your shoulder.
"Anything?" he repeated, in a low tone, one brow arching, "anything at all?"
Suddenly his palm was pushing against your throat, fingers caging your neck in a firm grip. He hissed - somewhat impatiently - and forced your head up to hold his stare. You were weakened by his eyes, utterly obedient to his every whim.
"Anything at all, sir," you managed to whisper, voice catching as his free hand skimmed down your stomach. He felt it spasm to his touch, tutting as your hips jerked away from his.
"Stay still, angel, you don't want me to get mad, do you?"
Sunghoon's fingers stretched between your thighs, brushing the folds of your pussy teasingly. You whined, pleading, as he began to massage the sensitive muscle - never once giving you the satisfaction you craved. He was so close, yet to so far, dancing his fingers around your gradually wettening pussy. Each second that passed was torture, you wanted - no, you needed - him.
"S-Sunghoon, please..." your lids screwed shut.
"No, no," he purred, fingers warningly squeezing the sides of your neck, "keep watching, baby, look how pretty you are when I..."
Two long digits slipped deep into your pussy, icy pads pressing against walls that immediately clenched around him. Your breath caught, witnessing your own features collapse before you. Mouth falling open, lids drooping low, your cheeks heated at the shockingly lewd sight.
"So pretty," Sunghoon uttered, "it turns me on just thinking about my cum all over that sweet little face."
You whimpered, head rolling back against his shoulder, watching and feeling his fingers pump rhythmically into your pussy. You could hear the hot liquids spilling out with every thrust, practically dripping onto the cold wooden floor. He reached deep inside of you, probing areas that elicited indescribable pleasure you'd never before experienced.
As your walls tightened around his digits, you croaked out a moan, and his hips rocked roughly against you - forcing you to feel his hard length through thin, grey sweatpants. It pressed into you eagerly, and your mind flashed with the prospect of it filling you up and stretching you out. You groaned, yearningly.
"Hm? Does the little whore want my cock? Are my fingers not good enough for you?" he abruptly retracted his hand from between your trembling thighs, leaving your pussy empty and needy for more. Before you could respond, he stuffed your mouth with the two lengths wrapped in your slick, forcing you to taste your own desperation.
"You taste good, don't you?" he clicked his tongue, "ungrateful fucking slut."
Without warning, Sunghoon drove his foot into the back of your knee, forcing you to crumble heavily to the floor. Holding back a gasp of pain, you glanced up at his sparkling, sadistic smile gazing at you through the mirror. He found your hair in his grip, giving it a sharp yank before he steadily bowed down.
"Apologise," he sneered, "for being an ungrateful little whore."
"I-I'm sorry, sir," your breath heavy, you could practically feel the pool gathering on the floor where you knelt, "please forgive me."
Sunghoon tutted, hollowing his cheeks with narrowed eyes.
"Not good enough," he growled, "open your fucking mouth."
You did as you were told, obediently, as a string of spit began to collect past his lips. Your lashes flickered as the saliva poured onto your tongue, before a second wave covered your cheeks, and your chin, beginning to drip down your neck.
"Look at yourself," Sunghoon snarled, jerking your head, "such a dirty little slut for me, aren't you? Such a pretty mess, and I own every inch of it."
He shoved you down, roughly, and you fell onto your palms, gasping out.
"Please..." you hummed, "Sunghoon, I need you."
You felt him shift behind you, ears twitching to the sound of sweatpants falling, and your body tensed in anticipation. His firm hands gripped your waist, endulging in the texture of your skin as he approached your hips.
"Be a good girl," Sunghoon hissed, "and keep your eyes on me while I fuck you into a pathetic mess."
The tip of his cock grazed your entrance, taking a few moments to aline his hips with yours - before driving them forcefully into your pussy. You cried out, as his cock satisfyingly filled you up, winding through your guts. Once more, his hand entangled through your hair, pulling at your head as he provided you with a second, more abrupt thrust. You felt every protuding vein dragging against your walls, it's size growing with your warmth, and suddenly he was pounding into you at a pace too fast to even breathe. Eyes barely open, you submissively watched every second through the mirror - watching as your expressions failed to work, as his hips fucked you and his muscles flexed, and as his second hand drove angrily into your ass over, and over, again. Silence wasn't an option, his cock pummelled you unforgiving, uncontrollable sounds spilled from your mouth.
"Who fucking owns you, huh?" Sunghoon sneered, "let me hear you say it, baby."
"Y-You-" your voice was hoarse, "I'm yours, you - oh fuck - you own me-"
His mouth curled into a cocky smile, and his hips began to pistol at a more intense speed, forcing your back to arch in order to cope with the length. With each thrust, your pussy felt his thick shaft twitch and throb harder - he was clearly on the edge.
"Say my name," Sunghoon grunted, loudly.
His name fell off your tongue immediately, bouncing from the walls and filling his ears, pumping his veins with ecstasy. Groaning, his movements began to falter, indicative of his approaching release. He fell forward, eyes pinned down, so wrapped up in the chase that he didn't notice you collapse weakly to your forearms. You were light headed, dizzy to the pleasure, breath pausing with every invasion of his cock deep within your guts.
"O-oh fuck," Sunghoon spat, "I-I'm going to cum-"
He dropped your hair, and snatched up your waist, beginning to pummel his cock into your pussy for the finisher. Getting closer, his limbs seized and shuddered, knocking the air from his lungs, and suddenly it felt like a great tsunami was crashing through him. Sunghoon gasped out, stilling his hips hard against you, burying his cock deep within your walls. You felt his cum coat every inch, it's warmth providing you with it's own unique pleasure.
summary: “i want to… i don’t want to wait anymore. i want you."
warnings: smut they have sex this time !!, explicit & vulgar language, oral (male receiving), slight corruption kink, loss of virginity duh
words: 1.8k
this work is nsfw! reader discretion is advised. you have been warned.
in the past few weeks, sunghoon had made it his goal to taint you in any way he possibly could. he taught you everything you wanted to know and anything else he felt necessary.
your first official ‘lesson’, you had actually caught sunghoon by surprise after wanting to completely skip over how to give a handjob and skip straight to learning how to use your mouth.
“you look so cute,” he mumbled as he looks down at you while sat at the edge of his bed. you found yourself sitting between sunghoon’s knees; looking up at him so innocently—despite knowing that what you had just asked him to teach you was far from it. his sweatpants pooled at his ankles and he watched intently at your every movement; a noise escaping his lips as you decided to take his length in your hand.
he looks at you endearingly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear he reassures, “you can hold it a little tighter, don’t be scared y/n.”
listening to him, you do as he instructed. now holding him properly, you begin to move your hand up and down. “spit in your hand.”
knitting your eyebrows together you look up at him, not hiding your confusion—eliciting a soft laugh from him. “you want to make me feel good, right?” you nod almost immediately and do as he says, letting go of his member to hold your palm flat in front of your mouth, gathering saliva just before spitting into it. with your now wet hand you take him back into you hand, moving it up and down as you had before. you spread your saliva around, wetting the entirety of his length. “is this ok?”
“just do whatever feels right, i’ll tell you if you're doing something wrong, okay?”
you nod. “can i put it in my mouth..?” you ask nervously, moving your head to look up at him—not once stopping the movement of your arm. “you want to blow me?” sunghoon smiles, watching your face light up as you nod at him. “just don't use your teeth.”
opening your mouth, you let your tongue slip out and lay flat against your bottom lip. your grip on his shaft loosens slightly as you weakly continue to move your hand in an up-and-down motion before finally pressing him against your tongue. looking down now, you wrap your lips around his tip, letting your tongue circle it for a bit before relaxing your jaw and you start to lean in further, taking as much as you could into your mouth.
suddenly you feel the tip hit the back of your throat and you gag around him, pulling away from him almost immediately as you try to blink away the tears that had welled in your eyes. the sound of sunghoon’s giggles fill your ears.
“sorry, maybe i should have told you not to take more than you could fit.”
similarly to any other weekend you found yourself at his house, but unlike the other times—you straddled him while he forced his tongue into your mouth, letting his hands run across your thigh before finding themselves fiddling with the hem of your skirt. you smile into the kiss at his sudden nervousness, reaching behind you to grab onto his wrist before moving it to rest on your ass just like he wanted to before he hesitated. you let go of his wrist, placing it on his shoulder and letting your hand fall limp—hanging just slightly.
you felt dizzy—you couldn't get enough of sunghoon’s touches and you wanted more. subconsciously you let yourself fall further onto his lap, now rocking your hips against his crotch. sunghoon takes it upon himself to place both hands on your waist, now guiding your movements against him you feel him press you into his now half-hard member; the sudden contact making you whimper. finally pulling away from him you gasp for air, your chest heaving as you catch your breath. “i want to ruin you,” sunghoon admits, reaching to move your hair over one shoulder; he presses his swollen lips to the exposed and feverish skin of your neck, his open mouthed kisses soon turning into rough sucks as he continues to mark you.
hands pressed against his chest, you push yourself further away. “sunghoon please,” you pant.
“do you even know what you’re asking me?” he laughs. “i want to… i don’t want to wait anymore. i want you,” you admit nervously. “oh, you’re serious?”
“of course i’m serious, dumbass!” you grumbled, feeling his thumb run across the side of your cheek before the rest of his hand grips the bottom of your jaw; capturing your lips once more. sunghoon reaches between the two of you, fingers hooking underneath the hem of the knitted ribbed top you wore before pulling it over your head; tossing it somewhere onto the floor—his own shirt following just moments after. quickly, you reach behind you to unclasp your bra, sliding it down your shoulders and soon discarding it.
“your skirt looks so pretty on you baby, it’s such a shame that i just want to rip it right off of you,” sunghoon admits, laughing at you when you smack his hands away from your skirt. “don’t rip it off, especially when we both know you’re not gonna buy me another one to replace it,” you complain as you move to stand on your knees, reaching behind you to undo the button. “here, let me help,” sunghoon offers, his hands wandering behind you before tugging the zipper of your skirt down, helping you step out of it from the position you were in.
left in nothing but your panties, you tug at the waistband of sunghoon's sweats, dragging them and his boxers down to his ankles, eyes not missing how his length sprang up and slapped against the lower half of his stomach while he worked to kick off the remaining clothing you let pool at his ankles. “lay down for me?”
you hum, obeying his orders and laying to rest on your back. sunghoon crawls into the space between your thighs, noticing how the wet patch clung to your bare skin uncomfortably. “so wet and needy for me; i didn't even touch you,” he mumbles as he slowly drags your panties down your legs before grabbing and placing them on his nightstand for later.
taking his hardened length into his hand, you gasp at the feeling of his tip running along your slit. “are you sure?” sunghoon asks, looking up at you. “yes i’m sure.” he grabs your hand, intertwining it with his own before placing it at the side of your head. “tell me if it hurts, ok?”
you nod, watching him align himself with your entrance before slowly pushing into you. your grip on his hand tightens as you feel him every inch of him slowly enter you—wincing slightly before he notices and presses his lips to yours as an attempt to distract you. bottoming out, sunghoon pulls away from you as he stills momentarily, examining your face while he waits for you to grow used to the foreign feeling. “you don’t have to wait, you can move.”
“you’re so impatient,” sunghoon laughs, slowly dragging his length out of you before pushing back in. he creates a rhythm almost immediately and begins to rock his hips into yours. you let out a moan, suddenly feeling pleasure overcome you as he begins to pick up the pace, making sure he wasn't terribly slow that he was teasing you or too fast that he was hurting you.
“sunghoon,” you moan. humming, he lowers himself, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. “does it feel good?” sunghoon whispers into your ear, thrusting in an upward motion. you cry out—your free hand grabbing onto his back as he continues to thrust directly into your g spot. your fingernails dig into his skin, his thrusts causing them to slide down his back ever so slightly. “so… pretty… all of you,” he pants, eyeing your body while you continue to call out his name. it was like music to his ears.
sunghoon slows his pace, repositioning himself before speeding up once more. now continuously hitting your g spot, your legs subconsciously wrap around his waist and push him impossibly further into you. the feeling of him being buried to the hilt eliciting a quiet moan to fall from his lips. “fuck,” sunghoon whines, he lets go of your hand, his fingertips ghosting over your skin before he grabs at the back of your thigh, pushing it towards you and bending you slightly while your shin rested on his shoulder. “don’t stop,” you whimper, clenching around him as he continuously thrusts into the spot that sent your eyes rolling to the very back of your head.
each thrust brought you closer to your release, the knot in your stomach tightening and making you clench tightly around his length as he continued to pound into you. reaching between the two of you, you press your middle finger onto your clit, rubbing circles into it harshly. sunghoon twitches inside of you, screwing his eyes closed before letting his mouth fall open; no longer being able to stay quiet as small, strangled noises fell out. “can i cum inside?” he asks, finally opening his eyes again, locking them with yours. you nod as you felt tears well up in your eyes.
you halt the movement of your hand, letting it fall limp against the sheets beneath you and with your other hand you grab the back of sunghoon's neck, pulling him closer to you; his bruised lips brush against yours before mending together momentarily. you were practically screaming now as his hips pistoned into you erratically.
“fuck,” sunghoon moans, feeling you clench around him tightly. he continues moving into you, watching as you come undone beneath him loudly. with you wriggling and squirming now, he sighs, grabbing onto your waist before snapping his hips into you. the room filled with your incoherent pleas for god knows what now accompanied by the loud sounds of skin slapping.
trying to ride out your orgasm and having sunghoon fucking you into the bed like a madman, you grew sensitive, your vision fuzzy and you were seeing white. “s-sunghoon stop m' gonna cum ag-ain” you whimpered, gripping tightly at his shoulders.
he groans loudly as you clench around his cock again, bringing you to your second orgasm; you feel him release into you, his lips finding yours almost immediately. softening, sunghoon pulls himself out of you, watching as your legs tremble before letting his body fall limp against the bed. he winces momentarily at the sudden sting he felt on his back.
“hey, y/n?” sunghoon calls out, his chest moving up and down slowly now. “yeah?”
“i think we did this wrong. i still haven't taken you out on a date or anything…”
you laugh, turning to face him, “you’re unbelievable; you’re thinking about taking me out when i can’t even move?”
Warnings: Rough-ish(not really) sex, exhibitionism, unprotected sex
Words: 782
“Baby, I want to do something.” Chenle said between groans. You stopped your movement on his lap and looked at him with questioning eyes. “Can we take a picture?” He put his hand on your hips and started moving you slowly again.
“You really want to take a picture while we are fucking?” You moaned.
“Just think about it. You’re wearing your skirt and a top, and I’m almost fully dressed. So if we take a mirror pic, it would just look like you’re sitting on my lap, while in reality I’m inside you. Your skirt would cover everything so no one would know.” He explained while trying to hold his moans in. “Fuck, baby couldn’t you let me speak before moving so much?” He threw his head back. You stopped moving again.
“First of all, you’re the one who tries to move me. And second, that does sound pretty hot, but you have to promise me to not publish the photo anywhere.” You said with heavy breaths.
“Okay, yeah, sure.” You were already in front of a mirror. Him sitting on the edge of a bed, and you sitting on his lap, riding him. He took his phone from the nightstand as you fixed your skirt so nothing would be uncovered. You buried your face in his neck while waiting for him to take the picture. Your hands were in his hair while he kept you in place by holding his hand on your lower back. You tried to not move but your orgasm was so close, it was kind of hard.
“Can you just take the fucking picture?” You groaned.
“Yeah, I just have to make sure I look good.” You could hear the smile in his voice. Soon you heard the click from the camera. “I look so dumb!” He dolphin laughed next to your ear.
“Could you please not scream into my ear.” You said with an annoyed tone. Why did you agree to this?
“Okay, okay. I’ll take another picture.” You heard the camera click again and looked at the picture. You had to admit, it really was hot. The picture looked… pretty normal. It was like your dirty little secret.
“Can we continue? We were kinda in the middle of something..” You mumbled to his neck. He threw his phone somewhere and flipped you around. You let out a surprised squeal. He stood up for a moment to take his pants fully off. He came on top of you, between your legs and pushed his cock in without a warning. He didn’t let you adjust to it again, before he started pounding into you. Something must have snapped inside him as he saw the picture, since he was rarely like this. Normally the sex between you two was either romantic, or goofy. You were not complaining though. He chuckled at your squeal and looked you in the eyes. He looked so hot right now. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. A cocky smirk on his face while he watched your expression. The fast pace and hard thrusts made the knot in your stomach tighten quickly. You struggled to keep your eyes open as you focused on the pleasure. You pulled him into a kiss, as you felt your high approaching. His lips were rough against yours. Tongues exploring each other's mouths, teeth clashing together. It was messy and you loved it. His hand came to massage your breast. You moaned into his mouth. His thrusts were starting to become sloppy so you knew he was close. You felt beads of sweat on your body but you couldn’t care less. The only thing you could focus on was the pleasure, and reaching your high.
“Fuck baby, you feel so good.” His voice was deep and husky as he said the words between your kisses. You moaned in response and brought your fingers to his hair. You soon felt yourself go over the edge and the knot in your stomach burst. Your tightened your grip on his hair which made him groan. Your walls clenched around him, as you moaned his name with a string of curse words. This made him come undone as well and you felt him fill you up with his cum. He groaned and slowly pulled out, watching some of his cum drip out of you. He collapsed next to you and started laughing.
“What are you laughing at?” You looked at him dumbfounded.
“Why did you think I was so different just now? Now everyone knows that you’re mine. Did you really think I wouldn’t release the photo?” He laughed even more as he watched the changes in your expression.
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