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[ericsprincess]

if you take a bite (then i bite back)

nc-17, Hyunjae/reader, office au, dry-humping, mild force-feeding, humiliation

~~~

Disgusting. 

You pull a face and let the fork drop off your hand into the plate holding your half-eaten lunch with a clink. Despite your best efforts, the work has been piling on your desk for the entire day, folder after folder of new files to get through and you have barely made a dent, and now that you have finally found some time to have a quick lunch, just some measly fifteen minutes to inhale whichever pre-packaged meal you blindly grabbed from the convenient store next to the office building, he is ruining it for you. 

You frown at the table over, where Lee Jaehyun, your coworker and general pain in the ass, is currently also enjoying his lunch. If by enjoying you mean shamelessly stuffing his face with an entire bucket of fried chicken, alternating every few bites with the burger he's holding in one of his hands. There is a melting cup of ice cream in front of him, waiting for its turn. If you look closely, it's shaking in fear. The entire scene is obnoxious and embarrassing, but Jaehyun is eating like it's his last meal on earth, and does not seem to particularly care about what others might be thinking, while he's scarfing down a drumstick after drumstick, his shirt sleeves rolled up and his tie thrown over his shoulder so it doesn't get accidentally dipped into his french fry sauce. 

This has been a common sight in your office's breakroom these past few weeks. It didn't start suddenly, but it was still quick enough to alarm some of the more observing coworkers, to such an extent that Jacob from HR tentatively approached Jaehyun to carefully and very, very politely ask whether everything is okay? It's just, we have noticed some changes in your behavior, explained Jacob. You've been eating really concerning amounts of food lately, so your coworkers have been really worried about your health and well-being. Jacob almost shaked, clearly afraid he might end up having to submit his own report on himself for asking too personal questions. 

Thankfully, Jaehyun was understanding. He's just a stress eater. There is a big project going on right now and he's really overworked and nervous, so this has always been his usual way of coping. He will be back again to normal once this deadline is past, Jaehyun shrugged, backhandedly wiping the sweat off his hairline as he was chewing on a slice of extra large spicy pepperoni pizza with cheese stuffed crust. 

Now, after some time has passed, no one pays much attention anymore, passers-by go about their own day, completely ignoring the daily lunch break food orgy. If anything, your coworkers know about the project the team Jaehyun is in has been working on and they are not surprised he's been feeling stressed. So everyone understands this little bit of eccentricity.

And no one understands it better than you, especially since Jaehyun's project is also exactly the project you've been working on too. You're both part of the team. But unlike Jaehyun, you can barely eat from stress - half of the time you forget due to the mountain of paperwork you have to work through every day, the second half your stomach is clenching so hard from nerves you don't feel like eating at all. 

Which makes having to look at Jaehyun powering his way through the greasiest selection of local delivery food every single day feel like he's rubbing it in your face. You never liked him in the first place, this annoying Lee Jaehyun who had been walking around the office like he owns it since the day he was hired, with his perfectly pressed gray suits, dark chestnut hair always softly falling in place, never with any roots showing, and a nose that was definitely picked from a catalog. 

And this asshole is not even getting fat - rather the opposite, he's never looked better. He's gotten a lot bigger, but it's all gone into his muscle. You overheard Juyeon and Eric from legal talking about how Jaehyun ditched Juyeon and their thrice-a-week badminton sessions in order to hit the gym every day right after work for some crazy intense lifting and cardio program he's been doing in order to keep the weight off and energy up. 

And now your eyes are reaping the fruits of Jaehyun's impromptu bulk - his clothes have gotten a lot tighter on him and every time he raises his arm to take a bite of his burger, his muscles strain against the fabric. Not to speak about the poor buttons of his shirt, barely holding on together when his currently very voluminous chest expands with each (quite laborious) breath he takes as he chews. 

There is a drop of ketchup that's been slowly sliding off his burger and you're watching it as if you were hypnotized. It finally lets go and lands right on Jaehyun's left boob. He silently curses under his breath, while he puts the burger down on the tray and grabs a paper napkin, unsuccessfully trying to wipe the worst of it, and making his breast jiggle under the frantic motion. 

You keep staring.

Disgusting, indeed.

~~~

It's been a few more days of nothing except work, each day staying in the office longer and longer. Every evening you crawl home half dead, and go straight to bed to get at least some energy for another 12 hours of shifting through the papers that's waiting for you tomorrow. At least today it's friday, you suppress a yawn and throw the final folder on the "finished" pile while rubbing your eyes. Two glorious days of doing nothing, except sleeping, eating and catching up with the trashiest reality tv you know. You plan to order pizza and you also saw a cute little cake in the bakery this morning - an overdecorated little thing in the shape of a cat that is probably more marzipan than an actual cake, but you couldn't resist getting yourself a little treat after this horrible, horrible week. You put it into the break room fridge with a big glaring "PRIVATE" sticker on it and you're looking forward to eating it while chilling in bed. 

You turn off your computer, pack your things and head off to the break room to get your cake before leaving. It's empty, it's too late and almost everyone has left already, only Juyeon is there rinsing his lunchbox, apparently also about to leave. 

You nod at each other and you open the fridge to take out your cake when you freeze. 

You slowly pull out the transparent plastic case and you can't believe your own eyes. There is a huge chunk missing, right where the cat's left ear would have been. You can't even tell if it has been bitten off or hastily sliced off with a fork, but it has left a giant messy gash in the cat's cute head.

You swallow empty, barely suppressing your tears. This is too much. 

"Oh, I saw Jaehyun eating that..It's yours?" Juyeon turns, shaking off the water off his lunch box. 

That makes you see red. It's like this has been the last drop, work-wise, Jaehyun-wise, everything-wise and you are going to unleash hell. 

Without saying a word, you take your sad cake and leave a confused Juyeon in the break room, marching straight to Jaehyun's office. It's late, but the light is still on as expected. Without knocking, you throw the door open, walking up straight to Jaehyun, who's sitting behind his desk, still hunched over papers scattered around, immersed deeply in his work. 

He raises his head, startled and surprised and you throw the cake on the desk in front of him, and pull his chair away from the table so he can face you. 

"Any last words, before I stuff this cake into your ugly annoying face??" you yell, letting go of any politeness or professionalism. Just pure justified anger. 

"I-...Y/N…I-" he stutters, taken aback by the sudden outburst, raising his hands in defense, but you are already opening the plastic case and grabbing a fistfull of the cake while climbing on Jaehyun's lap. 

You don't waste any time before grabbing his jaw with your other hand and starting to smash the cake into his face, some getting in his mouth, some falling off as it's being smeared all over. 

"You fucking idiot! You stupid pig!" you keep yelling at him. "I was looking forward to this the entire day and I. Am. Just. So. Sick. Of. You." Each word emphasized with a wet slap over his cheeks, Jaehyun's eyes begin to water. He can only focus on breathing, to not choke accidentally on the cake you keep stuffing in his face, force feeding him like a goose. 

"Will you ever have enough?" you push another bunch of cake into his mouth, while he weakly whines. "You can have all of it, fuck, I don't even care if you choke, you're such a nuisance!"

You can't stop going off on him for a second, you're so angry, letting go of weeks of frustration and stress on him, and it feels so good that you almost don't notice - he's not resisting. He's not defending himself. Jaehyun is big and strong, he could push you off himself with one hand easily, but both of his hands are holding on to the armrests of his chair. He's letting you do it. 

You test the waters and shift your weight. Jesus. He's hard. 

"No reply? You have nothing to say?" you ask him meanly while stuffing your fingers along the cake into his mouth. He gags, but endures it while you press your fingers on his tongue. His tears are now flowing freely, his ears are red and face is dirty. You stuff the last bit of the cake into his mouth. and with that you subtly start moving on his lap, rubbing your pussy against his hard cock and his eyes bulge out. He can't talk but he lets out a whiny pathetic sound, while trying to swallow the cake without choking on it. 

"What? Did you think I wouldn't notice?" you grin at him. "You're so pathetic, getting off on this, such a pervert." you keep taunting him.

"What does it for you? Is it the yelling? The humiliation? Or do you just love cake that much? Or has it been that long since anyone has touched you?" you laugh. He's starting to moan, having finally swallowed all of the cake and you don't actually want him to answer. His answer doesn't matter anyways, so you put a hand over his dirty mouth to shut him up when he takes a breath to speak. 

"Actually I don't care. And you know what? Since you're enjoying yourself so undeservedly, I should be able to enjoy myself too," you say meanly, and pull at his shirt with your free hand until the buttons pop off, revealing his big chest, sweaty from the stress and exertion. 

You grab one boob to knead it roughly. "Do you like it?" you ask. "Are you working out so much so that everyone would notice your huge tits?"

You don't expect any answer, nor do you care, but he closes his eyes and nods anyway, all red and embarrassed, admitting to it reluctantly. What a sad weirdo.

You keep moving on his lap pulling and grabbing on his tits, even letting his face go so you can do it with both of your hands as you're moving on his lap, rubbing your clit over his clothed cock. Grabbing his big breasts, you enjoy how they feel in your hands and how you can squish them and press them together. You pull on his nipples until he squirms and cries out but never stops you, despite it being visibly painful, and you are definitely not holding back, but fuck, he's into it too and you're doing your best to get both off you off when he suddenly lets go of the armrests and grabs you by your hips. He pulls you closer and humps against you rough and hard as he cums, whining pathetically with his shirt busted open and face smeared in frosting and tears. 

Feeling his cock pulse in his pants as it gets even harder, shooting cum in his underwear, so he will be, to his shame, dirty and used all over is such a mean, but erotic thought, that you can feel your climax approaching very fast.

Not quite willing to let him see your face as you cum, you bury the face into his neck, inhaling the sickly sweet scent of the vanilla frosting mixed with Jaehyun's expensive cologne. Your movements slowly come to stop. 

You slowly come to your senses and not knowing exactly what to do now, awkwardly slide off Jaehyun's lap. He doesn't seem to care about moving beyond staring at you. There is a big dark stain on his formerly perfect gray pants. 

"Don't do this again, or else," you point a finger at him in feeble warning. It's awkward, your steam all fizzled out with your orgasm and he just keeps staring, his fucked out brain not being back on yet. There is cake everywhere and your fingers are sticky, just like the inside of your panties. What have you just done?

"Anyways… bye." you shift awkwardly, turn on your heel and leave his office hastily. Stopping at your desk, you take your things and run home, pretending nothing happened and you definitely didn't like it. 

~~~

Later that night, you're stubbornly sticking to the plan despite the myriad of thoughts running through your head - sitting in your bed, stuffing yourself with a slice of pizza, watching tv.

Your phone beeps with a notification. You have half a mind to ignore it but curiosity takes the better of you. You wipe your greasy fingers into the blanket and unlock it. There is a new message from an unknown number.

From: 7xx-8xx-2xxx

I'd like to make it up to you. Dinner tomorrow at 8? It's Jaehyun btw.  

You yell into the pillow. 

[ericsprincess]

open the keys, open the mind

nc-17, Jeong Jaehyun/Reader, Na Jaemin/Reader, Jeong Jaehyun/Na Jaemin, step-sibling incest, Jaehyun and Jaemin are step-brothers, modern au, m/f/m threesome, vaginal sex, oral sex, cunnilingus, 

~~~

Your boyfriend brings you home for the first time. 

~~~

Oh damn, you curse in your head and congratulate yourself on this absolute catch, as your hand sneaks under Jaehyun’s cozy sweater and you discover that he has a set of very chiseled abs that he was until now successfully hiding under his cute hoodies and grandpa sweaters. You can’t resist running up his body with your hand almost up to his chest, savoring the feel of each hard separate muscle, feeling the divots between them and the warmth of his skin. He likes it, likes being touched and sighs into your mouth as you kiss and touch him and the sound of it makes you smile a little. His voice is so nice. He, in his entirety, is just so nice.  

You have him pressed against the door of his apartment, kissing him desperately with one hand on his neck, pulling him down, closer to you, and the other one wherever you can reach, while he is trying to blindly put the key into the keyhole to let you both in. He’s not even close to his target, just barely poking the door with each failed attempt, but neither of you pays much attention to it, despite the urgency you’re making out with - you both want more, both want to quickly get into the apartment, into Jaehyun’s bed where you can finally tear the clothes off each other, but neither is yet willing to take even a quick pause to unstick from the other to get an actual move on this. 

But the desperation is real though - you and Jaehyun have been dating casually for three months and just last week you have mutually decided that you like each other enough to make it official. And it made you really happy. Everything with Jaehyun is just so comfortable and easy. So much, it even feels too easy at times. At first you weren’t sure about it, you were afraid he would turn out to be a pushover, or worse, an indecisive manchild that will expect you to do all the work in the relationship, but he’s far from that. His assertiveness is quiet, his boundaries are firm and his opinions are always there, even if he doesn’t always feel like expressing them. So for the most part, he’s happy to let you decide about everything you want, simply taking pleasure in watching you getting your way, but ever so often he likes to surprise you with something of his own initiative - whether a date idea or an unexpected, very thoughtful gift, clearly remembering all of the drivel you’ve been flooding him with. Not only that, but despite him not being that much of a talker (unlike yourself), you always manage to find out something interesting about him. You’re always looking forward to getting to know every little random fact about him.  Which means you’ve been complementing each other very well so far - he’s not stifling your spirit, rather enhancing it. He makes your days brighter. And you hope that it’s mutual. 

So today, after your first real date as a couple, there is an event you’ve been both carefully skirting about and silently anticipating with somewhat unspoken agreement - it’s going to be the first time you’re going to have sex. Well, not technically, since, to your endless shame, your first meeting was a random (very) drunk hook up in a dirty club bathroom, where you let Jaehyun fingerbang you until you saw stars, while he was humping your thigh like a horny dog and cumming in his pants. You don’t remember much else from that evening, just that you somehow managed to exchange numbers and then the morning after you woke up with the worst hangover in your life and one unread message - “hey, it’s jaehyun. do you remember last night?”

At first you felt too embarrassed to reply, but hey - it’s not like he wasn't there with you, doing all those things together. So you replied and a day later you found yourself sitting in a cafe with a very handsome man whose oddly preppy clothes and calm demeanor would never hint on the fact that he would hook up with someone in a club bathroom. Or that he would even go to a club in the first place. But he was cute and funny and you were sold on him from the beginning. And when you blushingly suggested that if anyone asks, you should just say you met on Tinder (“like normal losers”), he laughed with his deep warm voice and when he nodded with a smile that had his dimples showing, you felt it in your heart. 

Which brings you here - into the poorly lit hallway in front of Jaehyun’s apartment when he’s finally managed to open the front door. You stumble inside together, laughing as Jaehyun is hastily trying to take the key out and close the door at the same time, but when you turn towards the living room, you both stop in your tracks at the unexpected sight. 

There on the sofa in front of the TV lies a young man, lazily splayed, with one hand in a bag of chips and the other scratching his belly. He looks up from the sofa as you interrupt, but his face shows only indifference. And he’s very handsome - with bleached blonde, almost platinum hair and a beautiful, doll-like face with big eyes. He seems to be younger than Jaehyun (a student, maybe?), dressed in just a t-shirt and sweatpants and looks like he’s at home, which is strange, since as far as you know, Jaehyun is supposed to live alone. 

“Hi,” the stranger greets, with a surprisingly deep-voiced drawl that does not match his pretty face at all. He smiles a second later, as if he’s suddenly remembered he’s supposed to do so, but it’s not a sincere or a warm smile, rather an oddly predatory one, full of teeth. It makes you almost nervous, despite nothing about him being outwardly hostile, not by a long shot. 

“Oh..hi?” you answer. “Who is that?” you whisper to Jaehyun, confused. You didn’t expect a visitor putting a damper on your plans. 

“I don’t know him,” mumbles Jaehyun, while scratching his nose. 

“I’m his brother,” drawls the man from the sofa, not bothering to get up to properly introduce himself. He does put away the bag of chips though and brushes off the crumbs off his t-shirt.  

“Stepbrother.”

“Same difference,” replies the stranger. 

An awkward silence falls onto the room. Nobody is saying anything. Jaehyun seems fully focused on an imaginary spot on the carpet and you don’t feel like it’s your place to speak up, since you’re the guest here. So you’re just kind of standing awkwardly, not entirely sure how the atmosphere suddenly got so tense. Why is it so tense even? you think. It’s just a brother. You don’t understand why Jaehyun is suddenly acting almost like a child caught stealing cookies. 

There should not be a reason for Jaehyun to be so awkward at the situation of his brother meeting his girlfriend. Ironically, the stranger on the sofa does not seem awkward at all. In fact, it’s almost as if he’s enjoying the weird atmosphere.  

He’s looking at the two of you with interrogative eyes and you know he’s already put two and two together. His older brother, Jaehyun, brought home a woman and the purpose of the visit is clear as a day, from the way you stumbled into the apartment, the way how your clothes are already a bit messed up and your lips are red from kissing. 

"Can I watch? There is nothing on TV right now," he asks suddenly, not bothering with any pretense. His unwavering smile is unsettling and you feel as if his eyes could see right through you and straight up read all your thoughts.  

“Just ignore him,” says Jaehyun, suddenly awakened from his thoughts, but looking very tired and grabbing you by your hand and pulling you along as he’s heading out of the living room. “Don’t bother us Jaemin, I mean it.” he throws over his shoulder, not waiting for Jaemin’s reply.

He pulls you into his (nice, tidy and clean, as you quickly take a notice) bedroom and closes the door behind you. He sighs and rubs his hand over his face. 

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t expect him to be here,” he apologizes. 

“Does he not live with you? He looked all cozy there,” you ask, confused. 

“No, thank god. He has summer vacations and knows how to pick a lock. He comes and goes whenever he likes and usually it’s not a problem. I guess I did not think about the possibility that he decides that today he likes my sofa more than our parents’ one,” he shakes his head. “Sorry for the surprise. We can postpone the…” Jaehyun vaguely waves his hand, still not quite able to put it into words “if you are not in the mood anymore. I can either drive you home or we can just chill,” he suggests. 

“Are you crazy? Our...plans…are still on,” you step closer to him, pulling him into your arms and kissing him softly. “There is nothing that could ruin the mood for me, not with how much I’ve been wanting you ever since the first time, you know?” you laugh into the kiss and he gently squeezes your waist, agreeing. You’re glad he’s also not being deterred by the unexpected company. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks,” you admit. 

And you will not say it out loud but…the thought of Jaehyun’s hot baby brother possibly overhearing you two having sex sounds more appealing than it should.  

From then on it’s almost a whirlwind, Jaehyun quickly tears all the clothes off you and pushes you on the bed, letting you softly fall on your back. He takes off his shirt, but is way too impatient to deal with his trousers. His shirt hasn’t even landed on the floor and he’s already kneeling in front of the bed, spreading your legs and diving face first. 

He’s eating your pussy with laser focus, as if it were the only thing that mattered at that moment. And he’s clearly not new to this, he knows how to start slowly, how to entice and make you want more. It doesn’t seem like he will need any kind of guidance whatsoever, so you just lie down and enjoy the warm and wet feeling and the stimulation of his tongue and lips on you. 

But then, a few minutes into this, when you’re already warmed up enough and you can feel the arousal building, the bedroom door behind Jaehyun slowly and silently opens, revealing Jaemin, standing in the doorway. He doesn’t announce himself and makes no sound - just leans his shoulder on the doorway and watches. 

You gasp from the surprise, but you realize quickly you don’t want Jaehyun to find out, not yet. So you distract from your mistake by grabbing a fistful of his black hair, pushing you more into your pussy. And he likes that, he enjoys the pain of his hair being pulled, you can tell from a muffled moan he lets out and the way he squeezes your thighs, holding you firm and close to his face. 

A minute passes, with Jaehyun dutifully eating you out like a last meal, not knowing that you’re squirming so much not only because of his tongue getting you close to your orgasm, but also because of the way Jaemin is staring at you. Intense, contemplating, prying cold eyes cataloguing every reaction you make whenever Jaehyun changes the tempo or flickers his tongue just right. 

“Is he good?” asks Jaemin casually, as if he couldn't tell from the obvious way you’re enjoying yourself.

You can feel Jaehyun tense for a second, but he doesn’t stop doing what he’s doing. His eyes open and flicker up to take a quick look at you though. He doesn't need to check for your comfort, you’re not in distress, rather the opposite. The combination of Jaehyun’s skill, the unashamed voyeur and the fact that Jaehyun won’t stop despite knowing he’s being watched by his brother is so powerful, that you are coming almost immediately, holding on to Jaehyun’s head for dear life as you’re twisting in pleasure, that’s so strong you don’t even remember the last time you came like that. 

With Jaehyun’s help you slowly come down, and when your orgasm is finally done, you let his hair go. He straightens up, sitting on his heels in front of the bed. His hair is a mess, he’s blushing red up to his chest, sweaty, with his face wet and glistening from your juices. He’s still catching his breath. 

Jaemin moves from the doorway and sits on the bed right next to you. He looks at kneeling Jaehyun who looks up back at him. 

“Can I have a taste?” he whispers and leans forward, as if he were about to kiss him. Jaehyun flinches at the last moment, but he realizes he’s being fooled when Jaemin only licks him up the cheek playfully. “Tasty.” he winks back at you, smiling his shark smile again. 

Jaehyun looks at him questioningly, with one eyebrow raised. 

“There is still nothing on TV,” Jaemin shrugs, as if the explanation should have been obvious. 

Jaehyun stares at him, contemplating, and then at you. You can see the imaginary wheels spinning in his head, trying to sense out whether you’re ok with his brother being here. Whether he’s ok with his brother being here. 

“Y/N, what do you think?” he turns to you. Oh. He’s in.

You take a second to pretend you’re actually thinking, even though there is absolutely no need to. 

“What do I think? I think you should go kiss your brother,” you smile smugly, almost vibrating with anticipation of Jaehyun’s reaction.  

“Stepbrother,” he whispers, grabbing Jaemin roughly by his jaw and kissing him, pushing his tongue into Jaemin’s mouth immediately. It’s not like any of the kisses he’s ever shared with you. It’s a lot more aggressive, and you can see how Jaemin melts into it, immediately submitting to Jaehyun’s silent power. You realize you’re similar in this - both full of talk and attitude, but ultimately giving in to the stronger one. Maybe that’s why Jaehyun likes you. 

They kiss for a while for your enjoyment, Jaehyun keeping Jaemin firmly under his lead, but eventually letting the kiss become more gentle, almost sweet. It ends with a few cute sweet pecks that Jaehyun gives Jaemin, whose eyes are closed. He’s smiling a little. 

“I’ve been thinking about this for years,” Jaemin whispers, almost soundlessly, as they finally separate from each other, and you would laugh at the shared sentiment, except you find that you don’t really want to ruin the moment, But you really get it. It hasn’t been that long for you as for Jaemin, but it doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. 

Jaehyun reaches back to his jean pocket and takes out a little foil square. He hands the condom to Jaemin.

“Be good,” he says. It sounds both like a permission and a warning. 

Jaemin strips himself in a flash, revealing a bit of his impatience and youthful enthusiasm in an adorable way. One second he’s sitting clothed on a bed, the next he’s naked, settling between your legs while ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth. His body is beautiful. He’s a bit shorter than Jaehyun and he has less muscle too, but he’s not behind in beauty. Just different, younger, not yet having caught up to his older brother. They pose a nice contrast next to each other - gloomy-looking Jaehyun with his black hair and pale skin, the epitome of Snow White beauty, while Jaemin’s skin is golden, hair almost white and his smile is blinding. Handsome pair of brothers, even if not alike at all. 

“How does she usually like it?” Jaemin asks Jaehyun as he’s rolling the condom on. “Missionary? From behind?” 

But Jaehyun doesn’t answer, instead he looks at you, prompting you to answer by yourself. And of course, Jaemin is quick to catch on that, before you have the chance to reply. 

“Oh. You don’t know? Was this supposed to be the first time? And you let me have her before you do?” he scoffs. “Well, aren’t you the perfect boyfriend?” he grins at his brother. 

Jaehyun just nods in pretend solemnity. 

“Of course I am. And I take care of what’s mine. There will be many other times,” he replies.  

“Then missionary will be perfect,” decides Jaemin. “I want her to see me well. First time with a new boyfriend should be memorable.”

He doesn’t waste more time and pushes in. You’re still so wet and relaxed from your first orgasm that there is no resistance or discomfort at all. And you have already started to get aroused just from watching them kiss. 

Jaemin feels good, you barely had time to take a glimpse at his cock, but it feels adequate, filling you well and reaching all the right places. His tempo is fast from the start, no doubt thanks to him being too pent up already, but you can’t complain as he’s not being rough with you at all. Not only he fucks you well but also the sight from under him is stunning, as his skin breaks into sweat and glistens, his abs and biceps straining to hold him up. You bring your hands up to grope at his pecs, pull and pinch at his nipples to spur him more, to make him lose his mind. He’s trying to hold his moans back, but every sound he’s not able to contain sounds like music to your ears. 

In between being fucked very thoroughly and a sight for gods thats being provided to you, a crackling sound of metal zipper brings your attention back to your boyfriend. Jaehyun unzips his jeans and kicks them off together with his underwear, revealing his hard cock, big and pale with flushed red tip. He’s been hard for so long his precum is dripping in slow sticky drops on the floor. You can’t take your eyes off it and you have a hunch you’re not the only one. 

Jaehyun steps closer to the bed next to your head and you don’t wait to be asked. You open your mouth and let him feed you his cock, while you take one hand off Jaemin’s tits and put it on Jaehyun’s cock to suck him better. You savor the taste of his precome, licking it off the tip, letting it drip into your mouth. 

It feels like a bliss, being both used and serviced by two hot men, worse, brothers. You’re barely thinking as you’re just enjoying the taste and the presence of your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth and the cock of his brother in your pussy, getting you close to an orgasm. 

Your eyes are closed, but as you sense a movement next to your face you blink them opened. Jaemin is leaning forward, his face close to yours and he looks like he would be about to kiss you, were your mouth not full of Jaehyun’s cock. But you know what he’s after. You pull Jaehyun’s cock out of your mouth and offer it to him, letting him lick and suck it along, together with you. 

You glimpse up at Jaehyun, who’s been watching all of this unfold, as he immediately, reflexively grabs Jaemin’s hair and you see he looks conflicted whether he should pull him off or push him down to suck his dick more thoroughly. But he notices your eyes and you wink at him playfully and that’s what does it. He pushes Jaemin closer. 

Jaehyun, having made up his mind, is now unashamedly moaning, as he’s watching his girlfriend and brother suck his cock together, occasionally sharing a little kiss, tongues touching over him. He’s been close for such a long time and he has barely the mental presence to warn you before he’s cumming all over your face, Jaemin catching some of it in his mouth too. Jaehyun slowly pulls away, squeezing out the last drop into your open mouth and then Jaemin is kissing you full on, spitting Jaehyun’s cum into your mouth too and then licking it all back, all of that while he’s fucking into you, frenzied and wanting nothing else, just to finally cum. You embrace him with both of your hands, one sliding down to squeeze his ass to push it deeper into you and then you’re both coming at once. You feel him twitch inside you as he’s pumping the cum along with your pussy spasming and it feels like double the orgasm for you, and at that moment you’re truly like a one body.

~~~

You’re just about to fall asleep. The bed is so soft and comfortable and you have an armful of a young blond man already fast asleep, with head right on your boobs, the rest of his body wrapped around you tightly like an octopus. Jaemin seems to have taken a liking to you in a matter of hours and has no reservation about showing it. He already planned somewhere where he wants to take you for dinner, while you were idly chatting while waiting for Jaehyun. He refused to tell you where and he didn’t call it a date per se, but…The glint in his eyes was telling enough. 

The bed dips a little on your other side as Jaehyun comes back from his shower, smelling all nice and clean and lies down next to you. He reaches over to kiss Jaemin’s forehead and pet his hair gently, then he gives you a sweet good night kiss and turns off the light. 

And then you sleep. 

~~~

a/n: a wise woman once said “you can’t spell incest without nct”. 

[ericsprincess]

until you overflow

nc-17, Na Jaemin/Reader, historical au, queen!yn, war prize!jaemin, mildly dubious consent, cunnilingus, penetration, breeding kink

~~~

You need an heir. 

~~~

“I already SAID, I am NOT going to do this now,” you spoke through your gritted teeth, holding yourself back the best way you could to not smash your fist on the table out of anger. The atmosphere in the room was tense, and yet the scene was all too familiar for everyone. 

"B-but you need an heiress! Your highness, the war is over so now we should focus on important internal affairs, one of which is ensuring the succession!" scuttered one of the ministers, a capable, but also an extremely annoying woman with a particular penchant for bureaucracy. One of those people who never knows when to stop, whether they mean well or not. 

“The war is over and we should focus on repairing what it ruined first, don’t you think?” you replied sarcastically, but the minister as if she were deaf to your tone. 

“But..what if something happens to you? We need to have the security of an heiress! The people need it, it will boost the morale of the entire nation too!”

And this was already going on for 20 minutes. For the third time just this week. 

Thankfully, this useless exchange was interrupted when one of your highest advisors, an ancient noble lady, an advisor of your mother before she was yours, stepped out, essentially ending the bickering. 

“Your highness, there is still the..new war prize. You surely know which one I mean,” the advisor bowed deep in front of you. “He seems very strong. He could give our queendom many heiresses. It would silence many mouths, not only about the ones talking about you, but also those that are raising concerns about his future and purpose. Please consider that.” she spoke and retreated back amongst the others.  

Of course you knew which one she meant. Ever since the moment he was brought by your army, and as a part of war prize paraded around the capital to be finally thrown to kneel at your feet, he’s been the talk of the entire country. There were many captives brought in that day, but this one, as if he had put the spell on our entire country. All the men and women alike were marveling at his beauty, mouths hanging open with fingers pointing at that one, do you see that one? as the procession of soldiers and captives and carriages full of gold was passing through the capital city towards the Queen’s Palace. People soon started spreading eyewitness accounts and half-truths as well, even sharing made-up stories how he was so strong and raging that he almost fought off an entire squad of your soldiers before he was captured, how they had to bring him bound in thick iron chains and muzzled, a beautiful, but rabid beast. 

Most of that was not true. As far as the generals’ report that was handed to you said, he was ambushed while he was quietly traveling on his horse alone on a forest path, and went willingly, with a smile. He just let himself get captured, even shooting a joke or two, greeting his captors goodnaturedly like old friends. However, under his plain clothes, your soldiers found out he was armed up to the teeth.

They tried to interrogate him, but even after hours, no one was able to figure out where he came from and where he was going. He spoke with an accent not native to the conquered kingdom, so he clearly wasn’t a local citizen, but refused to prove his ties to another country to avoid being taken as a war captive. Nothing about his clothes or things he had on him specified anything. He provided his name when asked, but it was a simple, plain name, very common in any country around, so no one even believed it’s real. 

So they just followed the orders and just like any other captive, they brought him to the palace to have his fate decided there, and most court people half-expected you would have him publicly executed, as a statement and also just to simply get rid of the potential threat. They threw him at your feet, and he didn’t beg for his life as everyone expected he would. He raised his head from where he was kneeling, dirty with hands tied behind his back, but said nothing and only smiled at you, before dropping his head back down. The crowd gasped at the audacity of him daring to even lay his eyes on their Queen and immediately started whispering, everyone expecting you would immediately order your guards to have his head cut off, bloodthirsty atmosphere rising in the hall.

But you didn’t want to. You have learnt years ago, by necessity, to have no qualms or hesitation about ending an unworthy life, but something drawn you to him. You couldn’t tell what, but you didn’t want to kill him, at least not before he would give you an actual reason. You didn’t want to waste his life, just for the fleeting enjoyment of the masses. You wouldn’t have admitted it, not even to yourself at that time, but you were also intrigued.

You couldn’t decide and you ended up stalling, staring at the back of his head that was hung between his shoulders, with his forehead almost touching the cold marble of the throne room as he was slumped on his knees. The throne room was completely silent, everyone waited with bated breaths for the verdict.

Then a sharp pain in your rib woke you up from your stupor. You startled and looked at the source - your closest court lady, who was until now only standing at her usual place by your right hand, entirely bored, has just elbowed you to bring you back to earth. 

She leaned over to you, covering her mouth as she whispered to your ear. 

“Keep this one. We will put him to good use.” 

You rolled your eyes at her as she drew back, and she just shrugged. What? Sue me, she mouthed back at you before she resumed her bored expression. 

You sighed and irritatedly waved your hand to the right, signaling the guards to take him to the dungeons instead of beheading him right on the spot. The crowd groaned a little, annoyed that they couldn’t witness an almost poetic death of an exquisite beauty, but no one dared to raise a protest. They all knew better than that.

~~~

This is all entirely her fault, you were rubbing your temples two days later to stave off the headache, thinking about what to do about him, cursing your best friend and her one track mind. 

But she did have a solid point, and you are a benevolent and generous queen so you decided to put him where he would be appreciated the best and guarded the most - a royal harem, private only for you and your court ladies to use at your leisure. 

Despite his dubious and potentially dangerous origins, you weren’t afraid for the safety of your court ladies. None of them were here just for decoration - all highly trained professional guards and assassins, the loyal extensions of your power, you weren’t afraid of them getting hurt or letting him escape. Vice-versa too - if anyone decided to become some kind of a vigilante justice and lay a hand on the mysterious dangerous man who could be seen as a threat to the queendom, he would be well-protected. 

It really seemed to be the best solution.

A solution that would make everyone happy - you would have one less problem, the man would be out of prying and gossiping public eyes hidden well within the palace walls, the court ladies would get a new shiny toy and him…Well, no one cares about what he thinks or wants. 

But even this turned out to not be an issue, because as it was reported to you a month later, the new harem addition was settling into his new role well. Maybe even too well, as you have found out from the gossips and giggles between the court ladies. Apparently, not only he didn’t have any reservations about the kind of services that were expected from him, but also he provided them very willingly and enthusiastically. Seemingly impossible to tire out, he was always happy to let himself be used by any woman, even multiple at once! as you heard the whispers.  

The never ending rumors about his skills with his fingers or tongue were constantly making you blush every time you overheard. But not only that, part of why he was so popular was also how comfortable and desired he made the ladies feel. He seemed to always figure out very quickly how each woman wanted to be touched or talked to, or whichever kink she might have. He was also not shy about his own body or sexuality, but his own needs always took a back seat. He seemed to be born for this role, made to please the others. 

The only thing he was not approved nor allowed to do was penetration. He was not deemed fit or deserving to sire a child for your queendom yet, that was an honor and a privilege reserved for only few distinguished harem members that have been in service for a long time. But the potential was there and everyone acknowledged it. 

The beautiful, charming Probably Na Jaemin has quickly become the darling of the harem. Friendly with everyone, staff, servants, even other harem members liked talking to him and had nothing to say about him but high praise. 

No suspicious behavior was reported, no escape attempts, no strange questions, no forbidden items found hidden between his possessions. Na Jaemin seemed to be fully satisfied and content with his living situations and when the servants asked if there were anything he could be missing, he only asked whether there would be a teeeny tiiiny possibility of getting a cat, maybe? If it wouldn’t cause too many problems, of course?

This bastard is just having a vacation on my account, you fumed as you were stamping your Queen’s Approval seal on the request to purchase a ragdoll for the palace. 

Despite the continuous nagging and encouragement from your court ladies, especially your best friend, you haven’t seen him yourself yet. Actually, you haven’t seen anyone from the harem recently, because you were avoiding the entire palace wing by a mile. You wouldn’t admit that to anyone, but you didn’t even want to run into him in the corridors. 

And now you’re expected to consider him as a possible father of your daughters. And you didn’t even have any good reason to reject this idea outright. 

~~~

You have been tossing and turning in your bed for hours already and sleep was yet to come. The full moon has been shining into your chambers so strongly you could see everything even with the lights of. That must be the reason why you can’t sleep, you fumed as you were annoyingly shutting the curtains. 

And then you were lying down staring at the ceiling in complete darkness for one more hour. 

Okay. I give up. You said to yourself and climbed off the bed, picking up a robe, some slippers and a candlestick holder for some light to take with you. 

You left your room quietly and let your feet lead you while trying to not think about where you are going. You passed a few guards on your way, replying only with a curt nod to their deep bows. At the very least you could see for yourself that they are doing their job properly. 

You finally ended up in front of the door that was the target destination of your night trip. You put your hand on the handle and were just about to open it, when the door flew open and a young giggly lady ran out straight into your arms, startling you both. 

You did your best to not drop your light or burn either of you, while she quickly (and with complete horror) realized who did she run into, composed herself and started apologizing, bowing deeply and begging you for forgiveness. You just dismissed her with a wave of your hand and she didn’t need to be told twice - she bowed once more for good measure and disappeared into the corridor. 

Once the commotion calmed down you were free to look into the room. It was a normal harem room, nice and spacious, beautifully decorated with imported furniture and full of lights and candles, with a big bed in the middle. And just there, in the middle of the bed, leisurely spreaded on the finest silks your country could provide, was Jaemin. And what a sight for sore eyes he was - dressed only in light silk pants,so thin, you could almost make out what’s under them, with only his upper body on display, all in its tanned and muscular glory. Lying there, like a picture perfect example of debauchery, sweaty, used, and covered in lovebites and bodily fluids, as if letting himself to show you what he's there for.

He didn’t scramble off the bed to bow to you, which would be a punishable offense and he must have known. Instead, he let his head drop back on the pillow and with drowsy eyes, tired voice and wide smug smile he asked: 

“Your highness… How can I help you?” he drawled slowly, without any care about what’s proper and what is not. He seemed to enjoy being seen in such a state, especially by you. 

You clenched your jaw. You will not be entertaining this kind of behavior. You promptly turned on your heel and left his room, slamming the door behind you. 

You took on the way back to your quarters, fuming the entire time, but trying to not think about why exactly. 

~~~

It’s been a few days and you can’t sleep again. But this time, you are not trying to. You’ve been periodically alternating lying restlessly in your bed with pacing around your room. You might have checked yourself in the mirror once or twice. And now you’re back in bed, more nervous and anxious than you should be. You keep glimpsing on the clock even though it’s still a little bit too early - your instructions were clear - better later than to be seen. But you still can’t wait, you’re not sure if it’s just the anxiety or also maybe some anticipation. 

The heavy door to your chambers slowly opens, revealing your visitor - Na Jaemin, slipping through the door silently like a cat, closing them after himself without any sound. He’s wearing only a thin, almost translucent white silk shirt and some light linen pants - both entirely inappropriate attire even for slinking through the palace corridors deep at night. He is looking at you, his facial expression neutral, not exposing any of his thoughts. 

“Your highness,” he greets. He doesn’t bow. 

You nod in reply, but don’t know what else to say. Usually you wouldn’t be so shy or embarrassed, but none of your harem members unsettles you like he does. You could just order him around, but it doesn’t feel right, you don’t want it like that. The moment is so awkward that you don’t know whether to start laughing or not, as you are just staring at each other. So you decide to slightly break the tension by lifting the silk duvets in invitation. 

He doesn’t wait a second and swiftly joins you in your massive canopy bed, throwing half of the bedding off on the ground. He settles between your legs, laying down on his belly and pushes your nightgown up. With just a brief glance at your face to confirm his intentions he gets to work. He starts eating your pussy with the skill and talent of someone who, well, eats pussy as a profession - and it would have felt maybe too impersonal if he weren’t so good at it. He’s enthusiastic and he clearly likes doing it, with his eyes closed and occasional humming. It feels good, his tongue feels like it’s everywhere at the same time and the tempo is perfect, even more when he dares to slip two fingers inside you. 

It’s good, too good and you don’t want to come. Not yet, not before he does what needs to be done. But he doesn’t know that yet. 

You reluctantly grab him by his hair and unstick him from your pussy. He looks so beautiful, his eyes are closed and his face is flushed, with sweat gathering on his temples. His lower face is all wet and his lips are so red. He opens his eyes, slowly, blinking: 

“You don’t want to? Is that not why I am here?” he asks, looking surprised. You are not sure whether to trust it or he’s just pretending.  But you don’t feel like you are obligated to explain yourself to him. 

“Take it out. Put it in,” you order. 

“Oh, so it’s like that, is it?” his face transforms completely, his smug wide shark smile back on his face. You let his hair go and he gets up, keeling between your legs, towering over you. He starts to untie his pants. 

“Is that what this is about?” he asks, while grabbing you by your hips, pulling you closer to him so easily as if you weighed nothing. “I heard some gossip about an heir. So are you just using me for breeding?” he says, putting on a fake accusatory tone. How does he have the mental presence to pretend-pout while he’s literally pushing his hard cock inside, flashes through your head. 

He stops when he’s all the way in and leans forward over you, unmoving and staring right into your eyes, his unsettling smile plastered on as usual. 

“Yes.” you do your best to keep your voice stable as he starts moving. You relax and lift your legs to wrap them around his back to push him deeper. His movements are fluid and he’s gentle, clearly thinking of your comfort first, not just hammering in without consideration. 

“The royal court has found you a purpose,” you breathe out, closing your eyes. You drop your head back on the pillows. “And I am not using you, you should be honored.”

“Does the royal court not care about the father of its heirs being just a lowly pleasure slave? Maybe we are more equal than you think, you know” taunts Jaemin. You run your hands over his wide back, holding on for the dear life and he’s starting to fuck you more thoroughly, his tempo getting faster. Despite that, he doesn’t seem to get any winded, his stamina is solid and his self-control clearly impeccable, as he doesn’t seem to be affected in any way. But he is, you can feel him sweat, you can feel the slick wetness between your bodies just as well as you can feel how hard he is. 

“It’s-it’s not important,” you stutter between thrusts. You’re slowly getting there and it’s becoming hard to think. He’s going fast and deep and finally you can hear him getting out of breath. 

“Okay,” he breathes out. He lowers down so he can kiss you on your neck. “I’ll give you your daughters” he puts his lips close to your ear, his deep voiced whispers accompanying his final thrusts, as he loses the rhythm and cums inside of you, with your orgasm following right after, triggered by his and his words. 

You keep holding on to him tightly as you feel pumping his cum inside of you, both coming down from your orgasms. You’re enjoying this closeness and you don’t really want to let go, but everything is getting too hot and sticky, so you reluctantly let him drop on the bed next to you. 

You feel completely liquid but when you glance at him, he’s already recovered, with his breath back to normal and wits fully gathered. 

He grins at you. “Your highness~~ Were you satisfied with my services?”

Yes. “We will see that soon.”

He turns to his side and gets close to cuddle up to you. You don’t know what to do with your limbs, but let him do as he wishes. Which is sticking himself fully onto you like an octopus. 

“I was thinking, If it works out well, maybe you could let me make a few more babies for your court ladies, so the throne heir has friends to play with, what do you think?” he mumbles into your skin.

Fuck no. It’s not that you are possessive, not over a measly harem member, but something about this proposal rubs you the wrong way. You frown and start to fight your way out of his embrace to scold him from a more dignified position, but you’re stuck in an iron cuddle grip. And the more you try to wiggle out, the tighter it gets. 

“Noooooo? Does your majesty not like this idea~~?” he asks. “That’s okay then, we will just have to work eeeeeextra hard to make this one a twins,” he laughs, already scrambling up so he can get between your legs again.

And you can’t help yourself, and laugh with him.  

~~~

a/n: i like to imagine that this jaemin is actually a runaway youngest prince of some neighboring country who decided to become a hitman for hire, because that’s just so much more fun. he loooves killing people, but he really did need a vacation :) 

[ericsprincess]

feel it, a sigh in the rythm

Jung Wooyoung/Reader, nc-17, strangers-to-lovers, fingering, penetrative sex,

~~~

You pick up a stranger in a club.

~~~

2023, hot summer night, probably somewhere in Sao Paulo

~~~

"I think I'm gonna die," you wheeze, and snatch the cold drink straight from your bartender's hand, before he can even put it in front of you at the bar. It almost slips, condensation already forming on the glass surface, but you can't wait and take a few big gulps, too big for something served in a highball. The bartender rolls his eyes and turns away to wipe the counter, clearly judging your life choices. But you can't even care. Tonight, the summer air is too hot and humid and it's even worse inside of the club - the air is stale and barely breathable, smelling of alcohol and sweaty bodies, but that's exactly why you're here today. 

You chug the rest of your drink and smash the glass back on the counter. You are already starting to feel the alcohol so you wipe the sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand and push yourself off the counter heading off to the dancefloor. It’s already full of dancing people and you let yourself get swallowed by the mass of hot bodies and you just dance with your eyes closed, enjoying the loud music and blinking lights. 

You are alone and dancing just for yourself, not with anyone else, but now there is enough alcohol in your bloodstream to prevent you from startling when you suddenly feel hands on your hips and warm body pressed against your back. All your normal senses and alerts are dulled, and lured by the daring touch and a scent of nice cologne, you lean back into the person whose arms you’re in, dancing, or more like just swaying to the rhythm along with you. You don’t feel like looking back at the man, not yet, in case he’s ugly or not to your taste - you want to keep the illusion at least for a little bit before you inevitably end up disappointed. 

Your bodies move to the sound of music together and he lets his hands roam over your body, slowly touching over your waist and belly, daring to dip his fingertips just a little bit under the waist of your jeans, just to tease you or provoke you. You rest one of your hands on top of his and the other on his hip, prompting him to get even closer and he doesn’t hesitate. 

He lets his face rest in the crook of your neck, not kissing or biting you, just lets his lips linger in gentle contact with your sweaty skin. You can feel him getting hard against your ass and you know you’re wet from all the touching too. The situation is getting too hot for your horny drunk brain and you need to decide now - and for that you need to see his face, so you can only bite the bullet and take a swift spin in his arms and - wow. He’s really handsome. Black, longish hair parted in the middle, falling in strands framing his face, either sweaty or probably rather greasy. Big eyes, hook nose and high cheekbones with wide jawline. Dressed only in ripped black jeans and patterned black and white shirt, unbuttoned almost down his entire chest, showing his tanned skin, glistening with sweat. He’s really hot and you are not letting him go. 

You grab him by the neck and give him a cursory second to reject you just in case, and then you’re smashing your mouths together, not wasting a moment to push your tongue in his mouth. He lets you and grabs you closer by your waist and you’re barely dancing anymore, just standing and making out, touching him wherever your hands can reach and him doing the same. 

You’re standing flush against each other and you try to sneak a hand under his shirt to touch his belly while he’s doing the same on your back, both feeling the other’s hot sweaty skin as you kiss. He’s so hot, not only his face and body, but he also smells good and tastes good, even though you mostly taste alcohol. You like his tongue licking into your mouth too, it’s too dirty and shameless and it should feel disgusting, to have another drunk stranger kiss you so sloppily like that, but it somewhat isn’t, rather the opposite - you feel so light and relaxed but strung up at the same time. 

Everything, even his body temperature is hot, he feels like his skin is on fire to you, but also, you feel like you’re on fire yourself. It’s like you don’t know where to touch first or what to do with yourself, but you can tell for sure you’re getting wet and horny and you definitely want to do something about it. Preferably with him. 

You need to escalate, you need to let him know that you don’t want to let the night end at just a makeout session, however nice it is, so you slide your hand from under his shirt downwards, relying on how pressed against each other your bodies are and no one can see, and find his cock so you can grab it. You already knew he was hard from how he was rubbing against your thigh, but it’s different to know and to know. You touch along it, feeling around, mindlessly checking out his size and girth over his pants. You’re not really trying to stimulate him any further, you can’t do that very well over pants, rather enjoying the touching for the sake of itself. It makes you think how odd, but erotic is to get to know a complete stranger so intimately. You don’t even know his name, yet you are already familiar with how his cock feels in your hand. 

He seems to get the hint and grabs your hand, pulling you off the dancefloor, through the mass of dancing people and flashing lights, looking back every few seconds as if to make sure you’re still with him even though he’s holding your hand. He leads you out of the club and the moment you step on the street you feel the night breeze cooling a little the warmth of the summer night. 

You turn to him. “Mine or yours?” you ask. 

He stops in his step for a second and briefly looks around. “Here.” he replies, pulling you into a back alley next to the club, pressing you against the wall right behind the dumpsters. You’re mostly hidden from any passers-by, but it’s still so public and quite undignified. Which only speaks about how horny you are, because despite all of that, all you can think is how great an idea it is, since now you won’t have to wait until you get home.

He kisses you again, leaning on the cold wall with one hand and with the other one trying to unbutton your pants. The moment he succeeds he forces his hand right into your panties. You’re disgustingly wet, your panties are completely soaked and you feel him smile into the kiss. 

“Nice,” he whispers as he rubs along your folds, spreads the slick more so everything is even more wet and sticky, pressing in, until he finds you clit and starts circling it with his fingers. 

He’s doing it without any hesitation, as if it were something he’s done a million times, and maybe he did, maybe he picks up a new girl every night - you have no way of knowing. But it doesn’t matter, the only thing that matters now is how good he is at quickly figuring out how much pressure he should apply, what tempo he should use. And he does all that while kissing you and sucking on your neck, completely ignoring his own erection that’s pressing into your thigh. 

It doesn’t take you long - you’re relaxed from the alcohol, you have been aroused for a long time already and he’s hot. You have barely time to grasp his shoulder, bring him even closer and remind yourself to be silent as you’re coming, burying your face into the crook of his neck to muffle any sounds. 

HIs fingers slow down, letting you ride out your orgasm, but the moment he hears your breath slow down, he pulls out his hand out of your pants and quickly flips you so you’re facing the wall, pressed in, only instinctively putting your hands up between the wall and your face so you don't get scratched. 

You haven’t quite gotten ahold of yourself yet and you’re already scrambling to find balance as you can hear him fumbling with his belt and a zipper. Once he has this out of the way, he pulls down your pants and underwear, just barely under your ass. 

“Can I?” he breathes out impatiently.

“Yeah, but..condom?” you answer, mildly confused. 

“No need,” he replies, already pushing in and you don’t have any time to protest or even think about it because from then on it’s just a whirlwind of getting your brains thoroughly fucked out. He doesn’t bother starting slow, he’s fucking you hard and fast from the beginning - no wonder, since he must have been hard for a long time and he clearly can’t stand it anymore. 

He’s holding you by your hips, keeping you firmly wedged between him and the wall so you can’t do anything else. Just hold on for your dear life and listen to his heavy breathing in your ear and the disgusting slapping sound resonating in the back alley you’re hiding in. 

You can tell he’s close by how quickly he’s losing the rhythm and soon he’s thrusting so deep into you, letting out one single “Ah..” and he grinds deep, filling you with his cum. 

He lets himself enjoy the moment for a second and he kisses the nape of your neck as he pulls out. You both quickly pull up your pants, you wincing at the mess you have to ignore for now and deal with later. 

IYou’ve sobered up a bit and you feel kinda awkward now. Not because of him, but - right behind dumpsters? Really, Y/N? you scold yourself. Like an animal. Or worse - a teenager. Probably broke some laws too, jesus. 

Thankfully, he interrupts your thoughts. He pulls at your belt loop to get your attention. 

"I would ask you for your number but I liked this a lot, so… Same time next week?" he tilts his head smiling, waiting for your reply. 

“I’ll be there.” you throw all the worries away and smile back. 

~~~

A/N: You meet up with him four more times to fuck, and then he catches feelings and takes you home, but “home” is actually an old rusty smelly van where he lives with his bro.

[ericsprincess]

i can't stop for you and me PART 2

nc-17, Sung Hanbin/Reader, office au, bully!reader, doormat!Hanbin, cunnilingus, penetration, mild Jiwoong/Hao as a treat

~~~

“...And this would be for this quarter’s financial reports. Any questions?” you look around the meeting room as you finish your presentation. Your eyes meet only unpleasant wrinkly faces of the surrounding old men, some frowning with disapproval, some looking bored. You already know that any possible question will be intended as a thinly veiled attack on your leadership or character.

And sure thing, they are not holding back. The new strategy you sweated blood to push forward seems to be paying off and the usual naysayers are not happy about it. 

They start firing their dumb and useless questions immediately at you, not even caring about whether they are relevant to the meeting. Just anything where they sense they might get lucky and manage to undermine your authority. Now that you have been promoted to an executive and have to handle new and more difficult tasks and responsibilities, there have been a lot more vultures circling around you, waiting for the smallest mistake. 

And today their anger seems to be freshly fueled by your latest success. The questions are never ending, even sprinkled with occasional jabs and remarks in between. These guys fully realized that they can’t go against the facts, so they are just trying to destroy your confidence. Well, good luck with that, you think. It’s not that their comments ever get to you, but it’s just so draining. You can almost taste the headache coming. 

However, today you’re here not only armed with bulletproof results and arguments, you’re also not by yourself. 

Your eyes briefly look at Hanbin, and just by wrinkling your nose a little at him, he gets the message immediately. He pointedly looks at his watch and clears his throat. 

“Well, gentlemen, I am afraid we need to wrap this up, as Mrs. Y/L/N has another meeting in a few minutes. If you have any further questions please email them to me, and I’ll be sure to get back to you. Thank you for your attendance and see you next time,” he concludes and stands up, not leaving any space for a further discussion. 

The meeting room starts to slowly empty out, loud with sounds of grumbles of annoyed men, while you and Hanbin silently pack your things. 

You leave the room, walking next to each other down the corridor without any words. You’re still feeling the adrenaline and a bit of anger from the meeting, so much that you’re almost vibrating. You don’t think you’ll be able to focus on anything productive right now, not until you calm down. 

You sneak a glance at Hanbin’s pretty profile. You’re feeling a little grateful to him having your back today, even though it’s his job. But his dedication to you and the fact that he can read you so well made you feel a little pleased and smug. He’s probably the only one you can somewhat trust in this snake nest of a company. 

You’re not sure how to channel this wave of warm feelings, especially not when combined with lingering anger, so you act on impulse and grab Hanbin by his arm, pulling him into the nearest supply closet, locking the door behind you. 

You throw yourself on a little table next to the shelves, not leaving Hanbin much choice but to move between your legs in the cramped space. He looks surprised and taken aback a little, but he’s clearly already put two and two together, judging by his blushy face. 

“Get me off in 5 minutes and I’ll give you a raise,” you grab him by his tie and pull him into a passionate kiss. 

He doesn’t hesitate even a second to kiss you back, obedient as always. You always enjoy how he feels when he’s close and kissing you like that - you like his scent, his warmth and even his sounds that he makes while you make out. 

With one hand holding you by your cheek, he lets the other one roam down your body until he’s able to get it under your dress. He finds your panties and starts to pull them down off you - they end up discarded somewhere in the corner of the closet.

You break the kiss even though he protests a little, chasing your mouth again, but you just give him one last peck and then you’re slightly pushing down on his shoulder. It’s not like he ever needs to be asked twice, so he falls down on his knees in front of the table and doesn’t waste a second to start eating you out. 

He knows he’s on the clock and also to not test your patience when you’re in this kind of a mood, so after he gets a brief taste, he quickly builds up to flicking his tongue quickly over your clit. 

As soon as he feels you getting really wet, he doesn’t waste a moment and pushes his two fingers into you. Playing dirty, you think and sigh, this combination gets you to come lightspeed fast, and he knows it, because you told him once, in a moment of weakness, when you were trying to provoke him. And now it’s being used against you.  

But you’re still feeling a little sadistic and spiteful, with angry energy still buzzing under your skin. You squeeze your legs around his legs, wondering how much time would it take until he taps out because he can’t breathe like that. 

He doesn’t. If anything it makes him work even harder, sucking on your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you relentlessly, with almost desperate focus, ignoring the lack of air and his hand starting to cramp. He’s so delightful. 

“Get up, come on, I changed my mind, I want you to fuck me” you pull him by his hair, rushing him up. He can barely get a hold of himself, his mouth and chin still wet and glistening from you, while you’re already unzipping his pants, taking his hard cock out. You pull him closer to you by his cock, roughly enough to make him vince, but he doesn’t have time to protest, because you're already pushing it inside you, so hurriedly, he’s barely able to keep his balance and not fall onto you. He gets a hold of the table to stabilize himself, while you’re already digging your heels into his back to make him fuck you.

From now on, it’s just a fast whirlwind of desperate fucking, him rutting into you like an animal, trying to get you both to come as quickly as possible, not being able to slow down anymore, and you egging him on, holding him tight and talking filth right into his ear, telling him how good he is and how he deserves to cum inside you this time.

And that’s what it does for him. Clearly the idea is too attractive for him because not even a few thrusts after, he’s cumming and you can feel his cock pumping cum inside you. His eyes are closed and he’s gripping you tightly, but even in spite of that he has a presence of mind to slip his hand down and rub your clit to get you off together with him. 

You come right as he’s finishing and you can only let him hold you tightly while you bury your face into the crook of his neck to not be too loud. He always feels so good, but you’re still at work and can’t afford to let the whole office know. 

You both slowly catch your breath and start fixing your clothes. His face is adorably red and his hair is beyond saving, just like yours. You wipe his mouth with the sleeve of your blouse. 

“Well deserved,” you smile. He smiles back at you shyly and bows his head a little. 

~~~

You try to do your best to fix your appearance, but you can do only so much in a closet with almost no light and no mirror. You open the door to leave, with Hanbin right behind you and once you get out of the closet, you freeze in your step. 

Right outside, looking directly at you are Jiwoong and Hao from accounting, walking down the hallway. Also known as two biggest gossips in the company. And they are looking at you, walking out of a supply closet with your assistant in tow, as if you were the second coming of Jesus, but with obvious sex hair. 

Fuck.

You pick up the last dregs of your dignity and ignore them, walking past them, straight in the direction of your office, with Hanbin following you like a scared puppy. Once you’re back, he obviously wants to say something, but you don’t let him. 

“Just go get us coffee. I’ll take care of them.” you shoo him away and he reluctantly goes, obviously not happy to be left out.

You enter your office, and fling yourself into your chair. You resist the temptation to rub your eyes and groan, and pick up your phone. 

“Hao? Hello, yes, this is Y/N. Can you and Jiwoong please come to my office? Now.” you say in a tone that does not allow any negotiations and hang up. 

They appear exactly a minute later, nervous and slightly out of breath. You wave them in and they close the door and stand in front of your big desk. They look like boys about to be scolded by a teacher. 

“Your phones, unlocked,” you hold out your hand, and they both frown, but slowly and hesitantly turn their phones in. You make a brief check. Of course.

“So, gentlemen, what we are going to do now, is that you’re going to go through your messages, and message every person you’ve already informed about the thing you haven’t seen, that you have made it up and it never happened,” you hand them the phones back and they look at each other, but get to work.

Wow, these guys work fast, you think as you are watching them shift through the seemingly never ending list of messages. 

Once they are finally done, you stand up from behind your desk and walk in front of it, leaning against and looking directly at them. You pull out your own phone. 

“Now kiss,” you smile. 

“W-what?” asks Jiwoong, obviously surprised.

“I will not ask twice,” you reply and raise your phone to point the camera at them. “And make it hot.”

They are clearly alarmed, but neither looks too keen on risking losing his job, so slowly, they turn to each other and their lips meet in a kiss. 

It’s hesitant at first, neither looking very happy about the idea of either kissing a man or a coworker, but they quickly figure out that they are supposed to continue until you stop them. 

Slowly they get into it, lips glistening with saliva sliding against each other, with their eyes closed. You can see Hao slipping his tongue into Jiwoong’s mouth and Jiwoong losing the fight against his willpower to keep his hands by himself and grabbing Hao by his waist to pull him closer. 

Damn, I should pitch this to HR as the team building activity for the next quarter.

“Thank you, I think this will be enough,” you stop the video recording and shove your phone back into your pocket. I’ll gladly revisit that later. In private. 

“Thank you for your cooperation, you can go now. Just remember, it’s now in your personal interest to not let any unfounded rumors spread. Understood?”  

They both nod awkwardly and shuffle to the door to get away from you as soon as possible. 

“Also,” you stop them. “You might want to visit the bathroom to fix that,” you amusedly nod at the matching tents in their trousers. Neither of them replies, they both just rush away so quickly they almost get stuck in the doorway, trying to leave both at once. Idiots.

You walk back to your chair and drop yourself in. You smile, lean back and pull up your phone to make a reservation for two at that nice restaurant you’ve been wanting to try out of for a while.

[ericsprincess]

wanna take a look inside you

nc-17, stalker!Jaemin, Jaemin/female reader, cunnilingus, crack

~~~

Your stalker really cares about you.

~~~

Why the fuck is it snowing again? Just why? you groan, as soon as you open your eyes and see all the fluffy snowflakes falling behind your window. 

You reluctantly roll out of your warm bed and start getting ready for the day. You should be rushing through your morning routine, since you have to get to work, but you’re almost deliberately slow. You’re just trying to delay the inevitable, which is having to shovel half a meter of snow out of your driveway and your car, and scrape off the ice from your car windows. You’re seriously considering calling in sick, just to not have to deal with standing outside in snow and fighting your flimsy plastic shovel and tiny ice scraper. 

You’re pouring yourself a cup of coffee when you stop at the sudden glimpse out of your kitchen window. What the hell. 

Your driveway is already nicely and precisely shoveled, with all the snow neatly piled up on one side. Not only that, your car is completely cleaned, covered with only a small layer of freshly fallen snow, indicating that whoever took mercy on you did it only a while ago. 

You sit down behind the table and absentmindedly scratch behind your dog's ears while chewing on toast. 

Maybe one of the neighbors did it? Or maybe there is some kind of a community service? Which is weird. You just moved into this area and by the looks of it you would expect to get your car stolen rather than cleaned. 

Hmm, you think. Maybe the neighborhood here isn’t that bad. 

(Narrator voice: It is actually that bad.)

~~~

Ironically, a few days later you do end up calling in sick. The cold winter weather got to you and after an evening of feeling like shit you woke up with fever, sore throat, and no will to live. 

You blindly feel around your bed to search for your phone, eventually finding it under your dog (Oof, move, you fat fuck), and call Jaemin from HR, in your office also known as Hot Jaemin from HR, to inform him that you’re taking a sick day. 

He picks up immediately after the first ring and with his completely pleasant, friendly, and only slightly creepy deep voice, he takes your note and wishes you to get well soon. He even asks if there are some work related heads up to pass to your coworkers, just like the nice and considerate guy he always is. If only every coworker was like Jaemin (nice, competent and hot), work would be much more bearable, you sigh. Sometimes he even sits down with you for lunch in the breakroom and offers you some home baked pastry while he talks about his cats. Really, just an overall nice guy. 

You finally hang up and burrow yourself back under the covers, when you notice the time on your phone. 6:58. Huh? I must be delirious, you think hazily, already drifting back to sleep. He’s not even supposed to be at work yet.  

~~~

When you finally emerge from your supposed delirium (also known as common flu) two days later, both of which you spent almost entirely just sleeping, you take a gloriously good hot shower and head to the kitchen, wondering what you will be able to scavenge from the fridge. 

Thankfully, it seems well stocked. So you quickly make a sandwich with some fresh ham and vegetables, scarf it down like a madwoman, after barely eating for two days and put the plate into the sink.

The dishes are also done. 

The house is actually pretty spotless, you squint as you look around. Even more than usual - no socks anywhere, no cups with forgotten tea. Dog looks fed and happy. 

The laundry machine beeps to announce that it’s finished. 

Wow, it must have been really bad, because I don’t remember doing any of that. Good job, sick me, you mentally pat yourself on your shoulder. 

~~~

You open the door to get out of your house for a nice walk and you stop dead in your tracks.

What the actual everloving fuck. 

Right in front of your doorstep there is a line of six mice, nicely ordered and completely dead, and you barely manage to prevent your dog from taking a good sniff. 

You retreat back to your house, pulling the dog with you and you lock all the locks on the door. 

You don’t even own a cat? 

~~~

You would swear the oil change light in your car was blinking for the past two months. Like, it had been mocking you and your procrastination. You felt bad about it, but ignored it, because who would want to deal with it unless you really have to? 

Well, it’s not blinking today. 

Which must mean only one thing - the light is broken now too. Which might also mean some electronic failure.

You frown. Karma for being lazy found you and there goes your free Saturday. 

And then it finds you again 2 hours later for being an idiot, when it turns out the oil does not need to be changed and the whole electronic system in your car is working alright. You made the mechanic check twice because you could swear you’re not making it all up, just to end up looking like a dumbass in front of the whole shop. 

You go home in shame and then you dig out the car manual you once threw into a cupboard and never read. 

~~~

Ugh, this guy again. You fight the urge to run, but he has already noticed you and you don’t want to look weak. Or afraid. But you are, a little. 

Walking on the same street, your creepy neighbor is approaching you from the opposite direction and you’re already bracing yourself. 

He never lets you go just with “Hello,” he always tries to flirt creepily and invite you for coffee, last time he even tried to grab your hand. You shudder at the memory. You hate these kinds of slimebags and their audacity. But you’re afraid he might snap if you really tell him off. 

So, you’re not sure what to do, you’re always just distantly polite and doing your best to not give him any signal that he might interpret as his attention being welcome. 

But you did start bringing pepper spray with you and going everywhere with your dog. Not like this fat fuck could ever protect your from anything, but still. For mental support. (But seriously, why is it getting so fat? You make a mental note to take him on longer walks, despite the shitty neighborhood.)

He’s getting closer and you’re already feeling the anxiety, when he swiftly crosses the road to get to the opposite side of the street. He walks faster. It’s like he’s avoiding you. Not only that, but he’s limping and his nose is bandaged as if it were broken. 

What could have happened to him? you wonder. Maybe he bothered the wrong girl and her boyfriend went to teach him to leave women alone, you chuckle. Who knows. 

~~~

You suddenly startle out of your sleep to the sound of breaking glass. It's a deep night but you are barely gathering your wits from being so crudely woken up, but you can hear a strange commotion from downstairs. 

Burglars, is your first thought. You’re shaking hard but you slowly and silently tiptoe to your closet to get a broom, the only weapon you can think of right now. A broom in one hand and your phone in the other, with the police dialed up, just waiting to press a call, you pad down the stairs to your living room where the sound came from. 

The lights are already on. And in there there is-

“Jaemin??? What are you doing here?” you scream. 

Right in the middle of your living room is Hot Jaemin from HR, disheveled and slightly out of breath, and just about to finish hog-tying a masked man. He pulls the rope tightly and kicks the man into the ribs for good measure. He stands up and turns to you with a bright and wide smile. 

“Y/N! Go to sleep, I got it!” he says happily and throws you a thumbs up. He ignores the question.

“B-But-” you take a step forward but Jaemin stops you. 

“Be careful, Y/N, there is glass. I threw a vase at him, that fucker really thought he can mess with me like that,” he snorts. “Just go back to sleep, I’ll clean it up and deal with this bag of dicks.” he urges you gently. 

“H-How are you going to deal with him?” you’re confused. Jaemin’s smile gets even wider. 

“I’ll deal with him, I have tools in my car. Don’t worry about it.” he brushes you off. 

“You know what, I’ll just call the police,” you wave your phone, barely out of shock from what just happened. 

“Okay,” Jaemin sighs with dramatic exasperation. “But it will take forever while you could have just left it to me and gone to sleep.”

You squint at him suspiciously and press the dial. 

~~~

“So, that would be all, Mrs. Y/L/N. We will contact you about the further proceedings,” the police officer clicks his pen off and gathers his papers. Your kitchen is still flashing red and blue from police cars parked outside. 

“Thank you, officer, I really appreciate it,” you beep back at him. This police thing turned out to be a lot more serious and lengthy than you expected.

“Don’t thank me, miss, you should thank your..uhhh…” he looks up at Jaemin, who is standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders. 

“Husband,” Jaemin offers, with his signature bright smile and you fight the urge to step on his foot. 

“Yeah, that. Anyways, if you have any questions, call us. Good night!” he salutes you with two fingers and brusquely walks out of your house. The cars leave one by one and then you’re alone. With Jaemin. 

You turn back to him. 

“I am not sure what to think about all of this, but thank you, I guess. But I have a lot of questions and I want answers to all of them,” you stick a finger right in the middle of his chest. 

“Okay, of course. Whatever you want, Y/N,” Jaemin offers. It’s the first time you see him look anything else but bright and cheerful. He looks almost unsure. 

“I’m now going to sleep and if I find out you’re still in this house, I’ll call the police again. On you.” you threaten. “You have 2 minutes to leave,” you add and pointedly look at the clock on your kitchen wall. 

“Oh, okay, let me just…” he gathers his rope that the cops left behind and his jacket and hurriedly slips on his shoes. He’s in the door in thirty seconds, waving at you. 

“See you at work!” he squeezes your hand briefly and runs out of your house. 

Why do I always attract these weirdos, you sigh and drag yourself upstairs to your bedroom. You fling yourself on the bed and you suddenly really feel how tired and exhausted you are from all the adrenaline. It would be really for the best to just sleep, you decide and crawl under the covers. 

But the sleep is not coming, you’re just thinking about everything that happened. You keep tossing and turning, ending up staring out into your bedroom window. 

Suddenly, a phone display lights up in the crown of a nearby tree. You decide to pointedly ignore it and you flip to the other side, turning your back to the window. You grab your dog, who’s been snoozing peacefully throughout the whole night and snuggle into his white fluffy fur to sleep. 

~~~

The next day at work you don’t waste any time. After throwing your bag at your desk you change direction right into the HR office. 

You don’t knock, just let yourself in, meeting Jaemin who is currently sitting behind his desk, unpacking his things for a day. He looks up at you, smiling. 

You cross your arms and point at the nametag on his desk that says “Na Jaemin, Head of HR” with your chin. 

“Ironic, huh?” 

“What’s ironic?” he straightens up, smile unwavering. 

“I can’t even report you, you asshole.” you frown. “And I don’t really want to go to the police because you did save my life.”

“Well that’s bad.“ he nods solemnly.

“It really is. So… Care to explain what you were doing at my house?” 

“Guarding you?” he answers like it is the most obvious thing in the world.

“Wh-guarding?? From what?” you ask incredulously. Oh. “Okay don’t answer.” 

“Yeah,” he laughs. “You know that as a head of HR I have access to aaaaaaaaaalllll of your records, right?” he spins his pen between his fingers. “So I really couldn’t help but notice you moved into a really shitty location, Y/N. Really, there? I know how much you make, you don’t need to live there at all.”

“I’m saving money for my own house, okay?” you answer defensively. You couldn’t have possibly known it would be that bad. You thought that everyone was just exaggerating. “Why were you even keeping tabs on my address?” you ask him accusingly. 

Jaemin just keeps looking at you, smiling. It’s unnerving. Like a shark about to eat you, but with joy.

“...so you’re not gonna answer?” you frown. Of course. 

“I mean, isn’t that obvious?” he drawls, tilting his head as if he were mocking you. And you think it should be obvious, but at the same time, you never know what’s going on in Jaemin’s head. 

You sigh. “You know, next time JUST ASK ME OUT YOU MORON!” 

“Oh, yeah, I could have done that…” he startles with realization. “I guess I was too preoccupied.”

“With what? Figuring out my daily patterns? Putting a GPS tracker on my car?”

“How did you find that?” he asks surprisingly, pulling up his phone to check. 

You close your eyes and breathe deeply. Come on, you have dealt with worse. And he’s really hot *and* whipped, even though he has a particular way about it. And he saved your life. You could have a use for him. 

“Drive me home.”

“Sure,” he gets up immediately, picking up his jacket. 

“You’re not even gonna question me wanting to leave work just like that?” 

“Who do you think is processing your attendance records?” he winks at you and leads you out of his office to the parking lot with a hand on your waist 

~~~

“By the way, you didn’t answer.” you say while fighting with the seatbelt while Jaemin starts the car. “What were you doing at my house?”

“Uh. Is this now the time to tell you I’ve been sleeping in front of your bedroom door for the past few weeks?”

You can literally taste the headache coming. 

“I don’t think there is ever a good time for that.”

~~~

You open the door to your house and let both you and Jaemin in. Your dog comes running to welcome you and you’re not even surprised that it actually ignores you in favor of running into Jaemin,  who doesn’t wait to start playing with him, laughing and telling him what a good boy he is. 

More like a traitor. You frown at Jaemin pulling out a treat out of his jeans pocket and your dog chasing it hungrily as Jaemin teases him. Sold me for a piece of snack. 

“Let’s go upstairs before I change my mind.”

“Sure,” smiles Jaemin and stands up, suddenly taking a hold of you and picking you up over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. 

“Hey! Put me down!” you yell at him, grabbing his ass and squeezing it. “I will fucking bite you!”

“Leave that for later…” he drawls in his creepy flirty voice as he walks up the stairs. He takes you to your bedroom and gently lowers you down on your bed. 

You really like the view from under him. He leans down to kiss your neck.

“Hey Jaemin..” you begin. 

“Hmmm?” he mumbles, continuing to kiss and lick your neck while his hands are working on taking your clothes off. 

“While you were sleeping outside my bedroom…Heards anything weird?” you ask. 

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “Pretty sure I heard my name at least once,” he bites into your collarbone. He takes off your shirt and pinches off the hooks of your bra in a second and you help take it off you. 

“And you still didn’t think of asking me out?” you ask disbelievingly. He pulls back a little and you get distracted by his shoulders. You start unbuttoning his shirt, just to reveal his beautiful full chest and muscular arms. Nice.

“You said Doyoung’s name once too.” he shrugs. He doesn't really meet your eyes.

“Oh yeah, Doyoungie from accounting…Haven’t seen him in a while, I wonder how he's doing…”

“He asked for a transfer. Doesn’t matter. Let’s not talk about him,” says Jaemin once again back to his bright smile and leans down to you, now fully committed to undressing you as soon as possible. He pulls off your pants together with your panties and lets his shirt slide off his body as well. 

“What are you gonna do?” you ask, while he shifts down your body. You instinctively spread your legs.

“Apologize,” he says while looking into your eyes and straight up dives into your pussy. 

You can tell he’s really sorry. He’s putting all the enthusiasm into eating you out, trying really hard to figure out what makes you tick and then applying it tenfold. You can feel him smile the moment you start making sounds.

You can feel yourself being close to coming and you try to tell him by pulling his hair, but in the end it doesn’t matter. He knows it already and he continues to flick his tongue over your clit even as you come, holding you by your thighs firmly so you don’t move too much to slip out of his hold. Once your orgasm starts to fade, he eases up a little, switching to slower, gentle licks with flat tongue, while you catch your breath, but in a minute, he’s back at it, relentlessly stimulating you as if you didn’t even have a choice about whether you want another round or not. 

You can only applaud his skill and stamina and let him make you come, with absolutely no guidance, for the second time, barely a couple minutes after the first one. 

While you’re coming down from your orgasm, feeling all liquid and brainless, Jaemin disentangles himself from your legs and crawls up the bed to drag you into his arms.

You turn to kiss him when you realize he hasn’t even taken off his jeans yet. You slide your hand to rub over his hard cock a little and he sighs and nuzzles into your neck. “Do you want…” you start.

“No. I haven’t deserved it yet,” he breathes out. “I’m already close though…” He looks like he’s fighting himself on that.

“Oh really?” you grin, and rise up to look better at his flushed face. “Well then get back to work?” you pull him by his (insanely attractive) sex hair. He whines, you don’t know if it's from pain or arousal, but it doesn’t matter.

“I’m going to sit on your face now, okay?” you whisper to him. 

“Uhhhh uhhh,” he closes his eyes. 

“Great. If you come, this one doesn’t count,” you laugh, and swing one leg over his leg to kneel over him.

~~~

You’re lying in your bed, sweaty and tired and almost falling asleep in Jaemin arms, when you suddenly remember. 

“Hey, actually...what about the mice?” 

He turns and smiles at you with a full Cheshire cat smile. Way too many teeth.

"Well..."

[ericsprincess]

keep it coming like that roar

nc-17, Jacob Bae/reader, incubus!Jacob, inexperienced!Jacob, penetrative sex, a bit crack-y

~~~

You get visited by an inexperienced incubus. 

~~~

Sheet mask on? Check. Glass of wine? Check. Favorite drama ready to be played? Check. 

You take a sip from your wine and lean back onto the pillows on your bed. You pull the blanket over you so that you’re nice and cozy. 

Finally the weekend, finally some time to unwind. After as much chaos at work as you experienced this week, you really deserve some me-time. You’ve been looking forward to catching up with this drama for the whole week, but so far, every single day, when you finally crawled back home from work, you managed only to shower, eat, and drop dead into your bed. 

But now, nothing is standing between you and some well-deserved relax. Who knows, maybe you will even dig out something out of your long abandoned box of sex toys under the bed and make the evening even better. You will see where this bottle of wine will take you. 

You take the tv remote and you’re just about to press play when you get suddenly startled by a sound. 

Knock knock. 

You sit up. What was that? Did you imagine that? You take off your sheet mask and quickly look around. It was not a door knock, it sounded more like something tapping on a glass, but you’re alone in your room. Ghosts? No, that’s stupid, you scold yourself. It was probably something that carried over from the neighbors’ apartment and you just misheard. You lie back down on the pillow, trying to calm down your quickened heartbeat. 

Knock knock. “Excuse me?”

Well now you definitely didn’t imagine that - neither the knocking or the feeble voice.

You quickly kick off the blanket and get out of your bed. The voice clearly went from your window. Burglars, you think and grab the lamp sitting on your nightstand, as a measly tool for possible necessary self-defense. It briefly flashes through your mind that it’s odd that burglars might be trying to get into your apartment through the window on the sixth floor, but you’re too distressed to think more about it. Your heart is beating so fast and it’s like you don’t even have time to be scared, you have to do something. 

You get closer to the window and there it is. Or, more like, there is he. 

You can barely see anything in the night light, but right outside of the window, perched on the windowsill, there is a guy, knocking on the glass panel. 

“Uh, hello? Can you please let me in?” he tries, with a soft voice and knocks again. He looks awkward and almost apologetic, but you know not to trust anyone. Especially not burglars. 

You grasp the lamp tighter and full of adrenaline yell back at him. 

“No, FUCK OFF! No idea who you think that you are but, I’m calling the police right now!!” You quickly look around to find your phone and jump onto the bed to fish it out from under your blanket, when you hear him sigh. 

“Ah, I really tried…” *swoosh* 

You look at the window after the sound but it’s…empty? There is nothing behind it anymore. 

Did I imagine that? you think. You walk back to check the window but there is really nothing, just the night skyline with a view over the city. But before you even have a chance to calm down and reconsider your future alcohol consumption, you hear it again, now behind you. 

*swoosh*

You turn back. And there he stands. The same guy, but now he’s right in your bedroom. 

You take a deep breath to start screaming for your dear life, when he runs to you and grabs you by your shoulders. 

“Hey, don’t scream, Y/N. Calm down, I’m not a burglar. I won’t hurt you, I promise,” he says with a gentle and soothing voice. You look into his eyes and they are glowing red. His touch, as well as his voice, is strangely calming, and both are so pleasant. Despite everything, you take a hold of yourself. WIth just one touch, all the stress in your body fizzles out. 

He seems to notice it and lets you go and steps back, which gives you a chance to look at him better, now that you’re not panicking. 

He’s not tall, but not short either and he is nicely built - kinda muscular, with really nice broad shoulders, He’s wearing only a simple oversized white shirt with black jeans, and it’s unbuttoned enough that his (nicely developed, you couldn’t help but notice) chest is peeking through. 

His hair is honey blond and falling into his face in a sexy way and his face itself is also very striking - with pretty eyes and enviable jawline, he’s definitely your type. 

All the fight leaves your body and you helplessly ask: “What do you want from me?”

“Uh,” he shifts his weight awkwardly. “I guess I should explain everything. My name is Jacob and I am an incubus. Our systems detected a very high level of…uh…sexual energy from you, therefore I am here to offer my services,” he adds, with a smile that’s only a bit nervous. 

Ah. You have, of course, heard about incubi already. 

“That sounds suspicious. What do you want in exchange for it? Money? I will definitely not pay for anything like that. Or..” a thought occurs to you. “My soul? Do I have to sign off my soul to the devil or what? I mean, I guess I’m probably already not going to heaven, but like, at least I’m trying to be a good person sometimes,” you ramble.

“No such thing, don’t worry,” Jacob hurries to reassure you. “Us, incubi, we feed on sexual energy. You will just feel really tired after that and fall asleep immediately, that’s all.” 

“Oh. And by that you mean…?”

“Sex.”

“Oh.”

You consider your options. He already semi-ruined your nice evening with a drama and wine, and you know you would be probably too shaken to even fall asleep if you just sent him away now. And it’s not like you haven’t already planned to put your vibrator to use after a couple of glasses. And it will cost you basically nothing. And he’s your type. It’s just practical at this point. 

It’s really not at all difficult to convince yourself to give in. 

“Okay. I guess I agree. You’re better not pulling some stunt on me though,” you threaten, frowning. 

“I’m not, I swear.” he smiles at you gently, and this must be some part of his special incubus charms, because it completely disarms you. He’s too cute. And his voice is just beautiful. 

Can’t wait to hear him moan, flashes through your head. 

He closes the distance between you, his eyes not leaving your face. He gently touches your chin and next moment his lips are on yours. He’s a good kisser, starting with slow, small kisses while his hand sneaks around your waist and hugs you closer. He licks your bottom lip and you get the question hidden in the gesture and let his tongue slip into your mouth. He feels really good, you think. His body is so warm and his scent is heavenly, even the little gasps and noises he sometimes lets out while kissing, even those sound like music to your ears. 

You can really understand how he was made to be attractive. Made for people to want to have sex with him.  

You feel yourself getting wet and you decide to move things a little. You start to unbutton his shirt and he gets the hint and helps you out of your pyjamas. Running your hands over his body, you really appreciate everything you see. You squeeze one of his pecs while he leans down to kiss along your neck. So good, you could play with just his chest for the whole night. 

“Let’s go to bed,” you whisper and he stops sucking hickeys into your collarbone and nods eagerly with a smile. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans and takes them off with surprising elegance. 

He’s not wearing anything under his jeans and you can’t help your curiosity, so your eyes get immediately lured to his cock. It’s not like there is any kind of pretense anymore so you just stare unashamedly. He’s a nice decent size, not too big, but definitely not too small either, with adequate thickness and pretty shape. And it’s uncut, you notice, and you can feel yourself start to salivate. Everything about him is simply perfect. 

He throws the pants away and takes you by the hand to your bed. You’re almost expecting him to push you roughly on the bed and straight up ravage you, but no such thing happens. Instead of that, he surprises you by getting on the bed alone, setting himself up on all fours, waiting. He even throws a sexy smoldering bedroom eyes look over his shoulder. 

“What are you doing?” you ask incredulously. 

“Waiting for you to fuck me,” he sighs and lowers down his upper body to rest on the bed, in face down ass up position, to make himself look even more attractive and fuckable. 

You would be lying if you didn’t find it hot, but you can clearly see there is some kind of misunderstanding going on right now. 

“Like, in your ass? And how would I do that? Not sure if you have noticed, but I am a woman and I don’t have a dick,” you ask him, wildly gesturing around your crotch. 

He seems caught off guard by that. He drops down on the bed and sits up, looking confused. 

“Oh. I’m sorry. I guess…. I did not consider that?”

“How could you not?” you ask in complete disbelief. “You’re an incubus, for fuck’s sake!” 

“Uh..well yeah, but so far I’ve been sent only to men.” he scratches his head awkwardly. He’s blushing and definitely embarrassed by this situation.  

”I’m actually sort of new to this? And, usually we don’t get sent to women until we get some practice. Men are easier to satisfy, like, it’s mostly enough to just be there, so we sort of have to earn being sent to women. But Hyunjae - uh sorry, that’s our dispatcher demon - he said that he thinks that I am ready and that he’s getting unusually high sexual energy levels from you, so you will definitely know what to do with me. I should know better than to trust Hyunjae, but…” he shakes his head. 

“So like, what are we going to do now?” you ask, getting impatient. Ah, a way to be disappointed… 

“Uh, do you like… have a strap-on, perhaps?” he beeps meekly, looking down at his hands folded in his lap awkwardly. 

You roll your eyes. “Actually, I do. But fucking you with plastic cock will not make me cum, so it’s pointless, isn’t it?” 

“Ah…” he sighs. He seems to be thinking for a moment. You let him go through whatever thought process he has in his mind, gathering all the patience you’re capable of.

“Okay, I guess it’s time to be a man.” He straightens up, and looks up at you, with newfound determination in his eyes. 

“If you excuse my inexperience, I would like to continue with our arrangement as we agreed beforehands.” 

“Really?” you doubt. “What convinced you?”

“Uh. Honestly? I’m still scared, but I doubt I will have another chance to have my first time with a woman with someone as attractive as you,” he replies and you smile smugly. Even in case he’s buttering you up a little, it’s the correct answer. 

“And also, Hyunjae will laugh at me forever if I chicken out,” he shrugs. Well, can’t have it all, you snort. 

He reaches his hand to you and you take it, joining him in bed. You lie down and let him lean over you so that he can kiss you. It doesn’t take long to build up the atmosphere again and after a few moments the kiss gets really heated. His hands are roaming all over your body, touching and squeezing, learning where everywhere you’re sensitive and where it feels good. 

He lowers his head to suck on your nipples while you’re just lying down and enjoying his attention and you use the opportunity to reach for his cock. He’s already fully hard again, wet with precum and pretty much ready to go. You pump it a few times and he hums in appreciation with your nipple in his mouth. He clearly figures out this is the way to go and copies you, brushing his hand down your body to your pussy, fingers dipping between your folds, just to find out how wet you are. 

He rubs gently over your clit and he does it already with perfect pressure and angle, clearly executing his talent and special ability to figure out in an instant, what would make you tick.

“Hmmm, so good, you’re doing well, Jacob,” you praise him and he lifts his head from your tits to smile at you, happy that he seems to get the hang of it. He kisses you again while he keeps touching your pussy and you know at this point he could easily get you off like that - but that’s not what you want right now. 

“Wanna try it first from the opposite side?” you talk low into his ear and gently push him off you, so that you can settle into the same face-down-ass-up position he did just a while ago. 

“Oh, yeah, that sounds really good,” he situates himself right behind you and looks down between your bodies. 

“Do I just..put it in?” he hesitates. 

“Yeah,” you chuckle. You’re dripping wet and definitely more than ready. “At this point it’s the only thing left to do.”

“Okay,” he breathes out, bracing himself at the last moment and pushes in. “Ohhh,” he lets out a moan, and you peek over your shoulder to look at him. His eyes are closed and mouth open in pure bliss. 

“Oh god, please, Y/N, can I move?” he begs, his hips already thrusting into you a little, as if he’s not able to completely stop himself from fucking. 

“Yes, please,” you whine. “You don’t have to hold back, I’m sure you’ll figure it out quickly.”

He doesn’t waste even a second and starts fucking you with strong hard strokes, and the only thing you can do is hold on to the bed sheets for your dear life. You would never guess that this is his first time fucking, he’s already getting the perfect tempo and depth, and his cock feels so good as if he was made exactly for you. 

He’s holding onto your waist, fucking you vigorously, while letting out heavenly sounding moans, his cock stretching you in the most delightful way. His tempo is unwavering and as he’s fucking you, he pushes you even lower by your waist and the change of angle makes you lose your mind with pleasure. His cock is rubbing into all the best spots inside you, and you are almost screaming with pleasure, barely having the presence of mind to try to sneak a hand down to rub at your clit, but you don’t even have time to do that and you’re already coming, just from his cock. You bury your face into the pillow as you moan and gasp through your orgasm and his relentless fucking is just prolonging it more and more, and you can’t even tell clearly, but it feels like you’re coming for a second time too. 

Jacob behind you is also gasping and moaning and he lets himself cum as if on command only at the moment he feels you come down from your orgasm, pumping you full of cum, until it drips from you on the bed when he finally pulls out. 

He drops next to you on the bed, just as you slump down on your belly. He’s barely out of breath, even after such strenuous activity. You reach out a hand to pet his chest.

“Wow, not bad at all for a first timer,” you sigh in bliss. “I should have expected such talent from an incubus,” you turn to smile at him and kiss him, just to meet his eyes, wide open in surprise. 

“H-how are you not falling asleep? People usually drop dead right after.. ” he stutters, completely taken aback. 

You shrug. “To be honest, I’m not even tired.” 

You stretch like a cat to help your stiffened muscle, then roll over and push him lying down to bed and straddle his lap. 

“Next round? I’ll teach you how to eat pussy.”

***3 hours later***

“Oh god, Jacob, ah,” you moan while he’s fucking into you from behind, spooning on the bed. He’s all read and sweaty and out of breath, fucking you despite being oversensitive and probably in pain, but you’re not letting him stop, not until you cum again. He brings his hand in front of you, rubbing at your clit to get you off, fighting a cramp in his wrist. He’s completely ruined, you realize as he’s whining into your ear, when you finally spasm with orgasm in his embrace. 

He buries his face into your neck, breathing heavily. He seems to not even care anymore about whether he gets to cum too, since it’s probably too painful for him at this point. 

“One more?” you taunt him. 

He groans and pulls away. 

“I-I think I got enough energy from you now, thank you. Actually, I think it’s counterproductive to continue now, and I am starting to lose it,” he stutters. He stumbles out of bed, clearly completely fucked out, his muscles screaming in pain. Aww, you think. 

“Uh, I think I have to go now. But, uhh,” he blushes, forcing himself to look at you. 

“This was really great and I learnt a lot, I hope I was able to catch up with you at least a little. Even though I doubt so. Uhh,” he clears his throat. “I can visit you some other time too, if you would like to. Maybe you can show me some other new things?” 

“Sure,” you nod nonchalantly. You’re not even hiding your satisfaction about wearing out an actual incubus like that. 

“Okay, thank you,” he bows a little. He quickly grabs his clothes and quite fucking literally jumps out of your window naked into the night. 

You run to the window and lean out of it, shouting after him. 

“Hey! Bring your demon friend next time!”  

[ericsprincess]

baby we don’t need words

nc-17, Kevin Moon/reader, first date, cunnilingus, a tiny bit of dubcon

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Your date talks way too much. 

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A/N: My love and hate letter to Kevin. 

~~~

Shut up. Shut uuuuup. Shut the fuck uuuuuuuuup.

You take a sip from your glass of red wine and inconspicuously check your watch. Sigh. You are only 24 minutes into this date and you already want to bail. You’re this close to dramatically stabbing yourself with a fork, anything that would get you out of this situation. 

It’s not even a bad date per se. Technically, it’s probably the most “perfect” date you’ve ever been on. This guy - Kevin, as he introduced himself, when he asked for your number as you were waiting in the line at Starbucks - obviously put a lot of thought and effort into it. The restaurant is extra nice and fancy, but not an obvious dating spot. The table is perfectly placed with a view on the city. The candles are glimmering, making a beautiful atmosphere, together with the quiet music. Even the food he recommended to you is amazing, the wine he chose is even better. 

And Kevin himself looks stunning, in perfectly fitting black slacks and navy blue shirt, just tight enough to show off his body - tall, lean with the right amount of muscle and nice frame. His hair is done prettily, he smells expensive. Genuinely a stunning piece of man, that would make you straight up salivate, usually. Especially since he looks so sympathetic, he’s friendly and smiling and not at all threatening, like some men use to be when they hit on a woman. 

What’s worse, he made such a good first impression that you invested a lot of effort too. Getting asked out by a guy this hot is not a daily occurrence, not even for you. Your hair and nails are freshly done, your dress is new. Your underwear is matching. 

And it’s all for nothing, you think bitterly. 

Everything is perfect, save for the one fatal flaw - this guy just doesn’t shut up. And not only that. Whatever comes out of his mouth is cringe of the worst caliber and you’re about to break out in hives from it. 

He watches the cringiest shows and finds them funny.

He loves internet memes, but his taste is one of a 10 years old. You force out a laugh when he shows you some. Jesus Christ.

He loves music and plays instruments, but his obsessions with some singer is borderline unhealthy. No, you don’t want to go to the concert with him. 

He looooooves his job, but haaaaaaates his company. “But we are all just slaves of capitalism, aren’t we?”

His political views. Who even discusses politics on a first date? Time and place, dude. 

You try to participate in the conversation to your best abilities, but often you don’t even know how to react. You don’t want to be rude, so you try to find any interest and reply honestly and thoughtfully, despite it wearing your patience down, and it seems it’s working, judging by the bright smile he’s giving you. 

He obviously likes you more and more every minute. 

The worst is that despite all of it, you can clearly tell he’s a harmless, genuinely nice guy with a heart of gold. Someone who is a whole person, with interests, hobbies and opinions. Someone who loves his friends and family and has values he stands by. 

That all makes you feel even more shitty about the whole situation. You don’t want to hurt his feelings,

Plus, he’s really fucking hot. 

You look up at his face from your glass of wine and force a smile. You hope it doesn’t look too fake. Kevin leans forward and takes your hand in his. It’s dry and warm, and it feels really good. 

“What are you thinking about? You seem like you got lost in your thoughts for a minute,” he asks. He rubs your hand a little, and tilts his head in anticipation for your answer. Because, of course, he genuinely gives a fuck about what made you space out. 

He looks really beautiful in the candlelight. 

You down the rest of your wine and put the glass on the table. You decide in a split second. Ah, fuck it. 

“Yeah, I think I just felt something snap in my dress. Like, a zipper or something. I have to go to the bathroom to check it, will you go with me in case I need help? I’m not sure I can reach it,” you smile at him apologetically. 

“Sure, of course, no problem,” he agrees and gets up to follow you to the bathroom.

You open the door to the ladies room and check if it’s empty so that he can come there without hassle, then gesture to him to come inside. You find for you two an empty stall, push him in and lock the door. 

“Where exactly did you feel the zipper snap? Like, in the back? I can check it for you..” he rambles and you can’t take it anymore. You grab him by the shoulders and slam him against the stall wall. 

“There is nothing wrong with my zipper, and you better listen now. I’m at my fucking limit,” you lower your voice.  

“I had to listen to your stupid bullshit for half an hour already, which is 30 minutes too long,” you growl at him. “Do you ever stop and think about what’s coming out of your mouth? Like, think for a second and wonder, Maybe I should not say that?”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you immediately slap your hand over him to stop him. 

“No, no, no. No more talking from you, now you’re gonna listen, get it?” you ask. 

He nods, looking almost nervous, and swallows visibly. His eyes are almost bulging out. He’s definitely surprised and caught off-guard by the change of your demeanor. 

“Now, we are going to make a little deal and I will give you a choice. Either we end this date already and go home. Separately. And we will never speak again. Or, I can give you a second chance, but first you will reflect on whether every dumb thought you have needs to be said out loud and act accordingly,” you lay it down in front of him. You take your hand off his mouth, awaiting his answer. 

“The- the second, please,” he stutters out. He’s all red and embarrassed. 

However, what you can’t see, but definitely can feel, is a boner tenting his slacks. 

“Okay, but just know I’m giving you another chance only because you’re really cute and seem like a nice person,” you frown. “One more thing though. You have to apologize to me for wasting my time with your dumb rambles today.” 

“H-how?” 

“Very simple,” you grab the front of his shirt roughly and flip you both, so that you’re the one leaning on the wall. 

“On your knees,” you command and push on his shoulder, so that he kneels in front of you. 

And he does. He slowly, hesitantly falls on his knees on the ground, looking at your face, as if he weren’t sure if he heard you correctly.

You push up your tight dress and at that moment he snaps out of it and rushes to help you, taking off your panties for you. 

He doesn’t waste a second to kiss up your thighs, nuzzling into them and licking and sucking, leaving little marks on your skin. 

“You’re so beaut- ahhh!” you interrupt him by grabbing his hair. You pull him away from you and look into his eyes. 

“I said no talking,” you frown and push his head to your pussy. At least now he gets the hint and starts licking you, collecting all your wetness on his tongue and savoring your taste. 

You’ve already been so wound up from the adrenaline and also the fact that you’re in a public restroom, you know you’re not gonna last very long, so you close your eyes and enjoy how his tongue flicks quickly over your clit, getting you close at a rapid pace. After a little while, he must be getting tired, but he’s not stopping, only sometimes switching from using his tongue to sucking gently. It makes you feel so warm and everything is wet and you’re already almost there.

Clearly, he’s trying to earn that second date. 

You look down and for a moment just enjoy the sight of Kevin eating pussy eagerly, not saying a word. He looks so pretty like that with hair mussed up, cheeks red, barely breathing as his face is pressed closely to your body. You can see the hints of glimmering wetness on the lower part of his face, obscured by your body.

“See? You can be good for me, maybe you’re worth keeping…” you sigh and he moans in reply, but you let that one slide. Seeing the movement of hand sneaking down to touch his cock, although only over the pants, but clearly rubbing and squeezing with the purpose of getting himself off, you finally come, holding his head at your pussy so he doesn't even think of stopping or slowing down. 

Your orgasm has barely stopped ringing in your ears when you notice him gasping as he comes inside his pants, his face buried in your crotch still. His hips are barely humping the air as he’s rubbing his cock through his orgasm, finally slumping down when he’s finished. 

You smile brightly at him, as he kneels, spent and sweaty and ruined in front of you. There is a stain spreading in front of his dark slacks that will be only barely concealed by the restaurant’s low light.

You grab him by his shirt again and get him to stand, which he does, almost in haze, still not over his own orgasm. You pull him closer and kiss him deeply, so that you can taste yourself in his mouth. 

“So, about that second date….”

[ericsprincess]

take your time and turn off the lights

nc-17, Choi Chanhee/Reader, drunk sex, sexual exploration, fingering

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Your best friend wants some education. 

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“Can you please get a move on finally? I’m gonna pee myself,” whines Chanhee, leaning on the wall outside of your apartment, while you’re bent over in front of the door. You’re squeezing the key between your fingers, if only the keyhole stopped dodging. Chanhee is being of no help, well, except the fact that he’s holding your bag and heels in one hand, his bedazzled Hello Kitty vape in the other and has a dumb remark on everything. 

You’re both drunk, coming home from your monthly besties night out. It is a years long tradition for you and your best friend - on the first Friday of every month, you both doll up at your place, while sharing a bottle of wine, trying out outfits and putting on makeup. Then you hit up a club, both with no money on you - the objective is to just dance, have fun and let men pay for your drinks. But neither one of you intends to pick up a man to go home with - you can do that any other time, but this is an evening just for the two of you. So you stick together and leave the club together when you’re tired, crashing at either of your places for a sleepover. 

Today, you picked a club that’s closer to your place, that’s why you’re currently fighting with the lock on your apartment door. You had a really good night, you danced your shoes off, both with Chanhee and various hot men that caught your attention. Chanhee did the same, and judging by how drunk you both are, you both got plenty of attention (and free drinks) tonight. Maybe even a bit too much - at some point, Chanhee suddenly stopped dancing and dragged you off the dance floor to one of the sofas scattered around it and pulled you to chill down on it. As you were catching your breath from the dancing, you looked up at Chanhee with a question in your eyes. 

“There was a guy, I didn’t like how he was looking at you,” he explained. Ohhh. Makes sense. You haven’t noticed anyone, so you were glad Chanhee was looking out for you. 

“Wanna make out to make him jealous?” asked Chanhee and you nodded, giggling, since you are always up for mischief like that. Chanhee smiled at you, you closed your eyes and seconds later you were tasting sweet cocktails on his tongue. You spent a lot of time just making out, enjoying the alcohol buzz, loud music and the warmth of another body. 

Now you’ve finally managed to open the door to your apartment, almost falling over when the lock unexpectedly clicked. You throw your jacket on the hanger, while Chanhee yells “Dibs on the bathroom!” and immediately runs there. You snort and go to the kitchen to make both of you a cup of tea to sober up a bit. 

You bring the cups to your room, while you hear the shower running. Chanhee has been to your place a million times, so he’s here like at home and doesnt need to be treated as a guest. You start taking off your clothes, preparing for your own shower, while sipping on the tea. You take off your makeup and just at the time you hear the shower being turned off. 

“I left you some hot water, because I’m that nice,” Chanhee walks out of your bathroom in your fluffiest bathrobe (that’s actually yours, not for guests), drying his hair with a towel. “Also I used your shampoo and it’s really good, so if you are missing the bottle tomorrow, don’t ask me about it.”

He looks up at you and stops in his tracks. “Oh, you’re already undressed.” He looks you up and down. “Nice lingerie. Did you plan to pull? You should have told me,” he asks, but his tone is strange.

“No, I just felt like dressing up,” you reply and hand him his cup. “Here is your tea.”  

“Thank you. Do you want to watch something or are we just going to sleep?” he asks.

You take a second to consider the options. You are ok with watching something, but you’re so tired from dancing and alcohol, you will probably drop 5 minutes into the movie. It’s been a long evening. 

“Up to you. But I am probably falling asleep very soon,” you laugh. 

You leave him in your room and go take a shower. The hot water falling over you is soothing and it makes you want to sleep even more. You quickly wash and dry yourself so you can run to bed. 

When you enter your room, Chanhee is already laying in your bed under the covers, scrolling on his phone. You drop your towel, looking for some panties and pyjamas. You’re never shy around your best friend and it’s not the first time you’re naked around him, so you don’t pay it any attention. He’s focused on his phone anyways. 

Finally, you find some clothes and get into the bed, poking Chanhee to budge so you can fit next to him, warm and cozy under the covers. You lie down and you feel so comfortable - alcohol buzz pleasantly ebbing off, you’re freshly showered and finally in your bed, even next to another warm body, which always makes you sleep better. 

Chanhee puts down his phone on the nightstand, turns to your side, huddles close and hugs you from behind. A bit unusual since he’s not big on cuddling, but you’re not complaining - you would not refuse any additional comfort now. 

“Hmmm..you still drunk?” you mumble into his arm. 

“Not as much..you?” he asks. 

“Less, too… But I’m really sleepy,” you reply, accompanied by a yawn. You fidget a bit to burrow deeper into his arms.

“We had a nice evening, didn’t we?” Chanhee asks, silently. His free hand, the one you’re not lying on with your head, is laid on your waist, petting you gently. He moves it to lightly rub over your belly. 

“Hmm..yeah,” you’re not even thinking much over the reply. You really did, as always. It’s not even a question. 

“You looked really pretty today,” he continues. “Actually, you always look really pretty. It made me realize a lot of things, lately..”

“Like what?” you mumble, already half-asleep. 

Chanhee hesitates. He slowly moves his hand up under your pyjamas, over your naked breasts.

That wakes you up. 

“Chanhee?” you ask, confused. You can feel his quickening breath. 

“Can I?” he asks, without any explanation. And maybe that’s okay - maybe you don’t need one. Maybe the explanation would not change your answer anyways. 

“Yeah,” you breathe out, almost shivering in anticipation. You’re not quite sure what you’re agreeing to, but it’s your best friend and you know you can trust him with anything. If he wants to explore your body, he’s welcome to do so. 

Chanhee slowly rubs his hand over your tits, feeling up your hardening nipples with his fingers. He squeezes one of your breasts, then the other and goes back to playing with your nipples, until they are fully hard. He pinches one and it makes you wiggle, since you’re too sensitive, and you put a hand over his to let him know. He understands immediately and lets it go, circling his finger around it in apology. 

Letting your breasts go, Chanhee moves his hand higher, running the tips of his fingers along your collarbones. He leans his head a bit forwards and kisses your neck. You sigh in content. 

You’re starting to get aroused from the touching, feelings emphasized by the alcohol. Everything feels hot, Chanhee’s body behind you, his hand on your body, even his breath on your neck and you don’t have enough self-control to fight it. 

And it seems you’re not alone in this. You shift a little and that makes you bump into his hard cock with your ass so you push against it a bit and he gets the hint and moves closer. He’s not humping you, but you still like feeling his hard cock press against you insistently.

And you also really like to know that he likes it, that just touching your body makes him this hard.

Chanhee, however, ignores his erection and focuses on kissing and sucking hickeys onto your neck, while moving his hand under your pyjamas, touching, groping where he can reach and you’re getting so wet from it, you’re slowly losing your mind. You’re breathing heavily and you’re holding onto his other hand that’s embracing you. 

It’s almost torture, but you’re not going to ask him for anything. You want him to go at his own pace and if that means he might not want to do more than what he is doing right now, then you’re okay with that. Even though your panties are completely soaked. 

Thankfully, you’re in luck tonight. Chanhee’s hand moves downwards, brushing past your belly. His fingers stop at the waistband of your pyjama pants. 

“Can I?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you breathe out impatiently. “Please, touch me..”

“But,” he hesitates. “Y/N… I-I’ve never… I don’t know if it will be any good...”

“It doesn’t matter,” you put your hand over his and push it under your pants and panties. “I’ll help you, if you need it.” you reassure him. 

Just the warmth and touch of his hand over your pussy is heavenly. He slowly feels around, pushing two fingers between the lips and finding out how wet you are. Maybe you are imagining it, but you would swear his breath hitches. 

He slowly rubs up and down, spreading your slick all over your pussy, making his fingers glide over your skin easily. He quickly finds your clit and gently rubs it, and it feels so good you whine at him to not stop. You’re even moving your hips a little to make it easier for him. 

He’s being gentle but firm, rubbing your clit in steady tempo, nothing quick and brutish like other men use to. Your orgasm is slowly building up and you know if he continues, you could come like this. 

Inexperienced? Maybe, but definitely attentive. 

But before you can actually get too close to coming, Chanhee has other plans. He shifts his hand further, touching around your hole, fingers right at the opening. 

“Please,” he breathes out into your neck, where his face is still firmly put, no doubt all red and aroused himself. 

You just hum in agreement, too out of it to speak, and he pushes two fingers in and whines. You realize that now his hips are really moving against yours, rubbing his cock on your ass as he’s trying to get at least some relief. 

He pulls them out and pushes back in and repeats it few more times, trying to fuck you like that, but the angle is not great in this position and he seems to realize that too. He can’t go too deep nor too fast like that. He lets the idea go and pulls them out definitely to get back to rubbing your clit and you’re almost thanking him. 

And now that he’s getting the hang of things, you can tell he’s not playing anymore. He’s rubbing your clit with perfect pressure and good tempo, clearly with the sole aim to get you off. 

You’re moving with him, barely realizing it, just giving into the feeling. You’re starting to whimper and moan as you’re getting closer and he quickens the tempo, not wavering even though his hand must be starting to hurt at this point. 

When you finally come it hits you like a truck, you’re almost spasming and he has to hold you firmly against himself as he keeps rubbing you. He slows down only when he sees your orgasm is finally ending, not wanting to overstimulate you. 

You blink, suddenly getting hit by reality. You would have never expected tonight ending this way, getting fingered and gotten off by your best friend, you think while catching your breath. 

But it’s not like you’re complaining, not in the least.

You put your hand behind yourself, on his hard cock leaking through the pyjamas, but he stops you. 

“Not now,” he says. 

“Tomorrow, if you still want to. When we’re sober.”

“Okay,” you nod and turn back so he can spoon you again. Now it’s a bit awkward, since neither knows what to say and you can feel his boner pressing against your ass. But at least, your tiredness is finally overcoming you, especially after having an orgasm. You yawn again. 

 “Let’s go to sleep?” 

“Okay…Good night Y/N,” he burrows his nose into your hair and holds you tight.

“Good night, Chanhee,” you close your eyes.

A minute passes in silence. 

“Thank you,” he whispers. 

And then you sleep. 

[ericsprincess]

i can't stop for you and me

nc-17, Sung Hanbin/Reader, office au, lawyer!reader, also bully!reader (kinda), doormat!Hanbin, cunnilingus

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A/N: Reparations ;) This is a gift for a friend. I'm not a ZB1 fan and I don't know them well, so I hope it’s at least a little bit of a fitting scenario for Hanbin.

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Fucking CUTE. You think while spinning your pen between your fingers. You’re sitting behind your big wooden desk, peeking over the dossier that you’ve been pretending to read for the past 15 minutes, your eyes scanning through the office in front of you, until they find your favorite target - your new pretty assistant, Hanbin. 

To be honest, he’s not even doing anything particularly cute, he’s quite literally just doing his job, staring into a computer screen and typing occasionally. He’s that pretty and adorable just by existing, with his delicate porcelain doll face and black hair.

I should have hired that old lady, you lament, but you know it’s bullshit. You knew you’re gonna give him a job offer the moment he walked into the meeting room for his interview, all fresh from school and excited to start his career. He looked so proper and polite, thoughtfully answering every question, even daring to blush and sweat under your scrutiny. You took one brief look at his CV to check if he’s qualified enough, and he was. There might have been better, more experienced candidates, but you decided to do this thing for you, just this once. Treat yourself. 

And now it’s coming back at you in full force. 

This is not good. This is a problem. His presence makes you feel things and all of them are inappropriate at the very least. 

It’s not helping that he would obviously bend over backwards to make you happy. You don’t even need to finish the question and he’s already eagerly rushing to complete whatever unnecessary task you made up this time. No request is dumb enough for him to object, and you actually tried. He would just happily go about his way to fulfill it. You could send him to sort cases by alphabetical order backwards and he would just ask when it’s supposed to be done. Sometimes you like to ruffle his feathers a little more by giving him work that he’s clearly not ready for, like that one time where you made him give a presentation to your client instead of yourself. You actually thought he’s going to faint, but somehow he powered through it just by sheer determination, earning an approving smile and nod from you, going all red in reply. 

Not to say that thanks to his good looks he solved your perpetual problem of missing partner at every work function and dumb dinner party with clients. Now you get to drag your handsome assistant along as your plus one to every event, where you can not only parade him around, but also enjoy him fussing over your comfort, bringing you drinks, holding your coat or bag and even driving you home. You can see the jealousy in others and it makes you secretly happy. 

You wouldn’t be able to do that, if you hired that old lady. 

And even today, despite being already long past his shift, he still decided to stay working late, just because you did. The office is already empty and dark, the only sole source of light shining on his face is his computer screen in his cubicle and the light coming out of your glass walled office. 

He rubs his eyes. 

You slap the dossier down on your desk.

“Hanbin-sshi, can you please come here for a second?” you call out. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he immediately replies and gets up. He’s sluggish and obviously tired and you almost feel bad for him. Almost. 

“Can I help you with anything?” he asks. 

“Yes. I would like you to run to the Starbucks, I want some coffee. I’d like a venti pumpkin spice latte-” you pause, seeing as he’s struggling to fish out his phone to take notes. “with four shots of espresso, almond milk, light caramel drizzle, light foam, one pump of pumpkin sauce, one pump of maple pecan sauce and salt topping. Thank you.” you smirk at him as he’s dutifully tapping everything down. 

“No problem, I’ll be right back, ma’am,” he bows a little and rushes out of the door. 

Your stomach rumbles. Actually. 

“Actually!” you call out, but he doesn’t reply. You jump out from behind your table in hope of maybe being able to catch him, but when you run out of the office you can see he’s already left.

Oh well. Maybe I’ll just send him for the second time, when he gets back. 

You turn back to return to your office, when his computer pings with a message. 

Huh? He didn’t lock his computer? 

You take a look, and really - he didn’t. He must have forgotten or just didn’t care, since no one else is left at the office at this time.

Moreover, the message is not from your designated work chat app, but from a personal one. You lean forwards to take a look at the unread notification. 

matt says: so how’s the late hours with the sexy boss going? dude you’re a masochist. 

You blink. Without any hesitation you click on the chat and scroll through the last messages. 

hb says: fuck it's getting really hard to hide my boners from her

>every time she orders me around i can barely think

>i just go home and jerk off everyday thinking about her bossing me around

>if she ever finds out im screwed

>i literally stayed working late, just in case she wants something

>she could ask me to eat her pussy under her desk and i would just crawl under 

>matt i’m so fucked

Your reflection on the computer screen twists into a wide grin. Oh. What a beautiful bunch of revelations. 

You had a hunch that he must like taking orders and feeling accomplished by completing tasks, but you didn’t know it’s sexual for him. Much less, that it’s because of you, in particular. But hey, at least it validates your own interests in this little game. 

You do your best to curb your giddiness and return back behind your desk. Hanbin appears a few minutes later, with your coffee in hand and a little bag in another. 

“Here, ma’am. I also took the liberty to bring you some snack, since it’s really late and you must be hungry.” he hands you both. 

You open the little back and pull out a blueberry muffin. “Thank you, Hanbin-sshi,” you take a bite. “It’s like you’re reading my mind. I hope I’m not putting you through too much trouble.” 

“Oh, no, really, it’s not a problem,” he’s quick to assure you, shaking his head. 

“Hanbin-sshi, it’s such a joy to have you. You’re always so eager and helpful, I could not pick a better assistant,” you smile kindly at him. 

“T-thanks, ma’am, this really means a lot to me.” he stutters, cheeks already burning red. 

“Sometimes it feels like I could ask you to eat my pussy under my desk, and you would just crawl right under, wouldn’t you?” you ask with a smirk.

He freezes. Gotcha.

“I-..”

“You?”

“I- I actually, I would,” he admits. He looks nervous, like he's sure he’s busted, outed as a pervert and will be fired immediately. It looks good on him.

“Okay,” you nod and push yourself off your desk on your chair. You gesture at the space. “Be my guest.”

He looks at you disbelievingly, as if he’s not sure if you’re serious or if it’s just some kind of a prank. But eventually, he seems to make up his mind. 

He slowly falls on his knees. He looks at you, as if to check whether it is really something you want, and when he sees you’re not putting a stop to it, he slowly crawls on his all fours under your big desk. 

You roll your chair back to its place. You look down, where two big eyes are staring right back at you. 

“I hope it were not just empty words, Hanbin-sshi. I’m sure you don’t want to disappoint me,” you warn him. 

“No, of course not, ma’am,” he hurries to assure you and visibly gathers all the courage to actually touch you. He runs his hands over your legs and leans forwards. 

He starts kissing your thighs, while bunching your skirt up, even daring to suck and lick a little at your skin. He slowly gets to your pussy and he doesn’t hesitate to lick over your panties, already wet ever since you discovered his true feelings. It’s like he’s trying to get as much of your taste as he can through them, licking until they are completely drenched with both your juices and his saliva. He’s kneeling in front of you, holding you around your hips, his whole face buried in your crotch, like he doesn't care if he can even breathe. 

It feels good and you’re getting more and more aroused, but you can’t wait for a more direct stimulation. You grab him by his hair and pull him off you by force. You quickly lift yourself up to pull down your panties, and he frantically helps, even tries to dive back in, but your hold won’t let him. 

You look into his eyes and wait a second until he calms down a bit, while he whimpers. He’s all red and clearly aroused and he looks so pretty, you’re sure you will never forget this sight of his delicate face, eager to pleasure you. 

“Now you can,” you say and let go of his hair. He doesn’t hesitate a moment and quickly leans forwards to get back your pussy. 

It feels like his tongue is everywhere. He’s licking all over your pussy and trying to push his tongue in. You have half a mind to tell him to use his fingers, but his tongue already feels so good, you want to see if he will manage to make you cum only like that. 

And it seems he will, since when he moves to your clit, it’s basically game over for you. 

He’s clearly bringing out his A-game, rubbing all over your clit with flat tongue in cruel tempo, building up your pleasure, until he can tell you’re getting close, then switching to quicker flicks, his mouth sealed around your pussy as if he was making out with it. 

You’re getting close and you know he can tell, just by the sounds you’re making. You’re so wet it must be dripping off his face. He’s tireless, his tongue never stopping, he’s even moaning a little, as if it was him being pleasured.

You grab him by his hair and push him even closer and then you’re cumming, smothering him with your pussy and juices and not letting him breathe at all, not until you’re finished. He’s not fighting it, letting you ride his face as much as you need, slowly coming down from your orgasm. 

You let him go, and he takes a deep breath. He looks up at you.

You roll your chair back a little. You take a moment to enjoy the look at him all out of his mind, kneeling under your desk, red, sweaty and disheveled. He’s breathing heavily, aroused and undeniably close to orgasm, without even touching himself.  

“Are you hard, Hanbin-sshi?” you ask. 

It’s a stupid question, his cock is obviously tenting his pants, even leaving a dark wet spot on them. But he nods regardless, eyes glazed over, face still wet. His black hair is sticking to his face a little.

“If you manage to drive us to my apartment without either crashing or cumming, I’ll suck you off. What do you think about that?”

You can see his breath hitching. He doesn’t even need to answer. 

“Go get your coat.”

[ericsprincess]

feel my breath on your neck

nc-17, smut, vampire!Hyunjae, cunnilingus, period sex

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You get your period while fighting with your vampire boyfriend.

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“For fucks sake, Hyunjae, how many times do I have to remind you to pick up your dirty clothes! I’m not your mom!”

“Y/N, I really don’t want to watch another reality tv, can we watch something else, for once? Ugh.”

“Could you, please, put your dirty bloody cups into the dishwasher? This must be a biohazard, you slob.”

“There is literally no space in the bathroom with all your cosmetics shit, it’s a bit too excessive, don’t you think? Who even needs so much? Jesus..”

And this was just the last 2 days. You hate to admit that, but these past few days were not easy on either of you, both separately and together. You are drowning in work deadlines, your coworkers are incompetent and your boss keeps adding you more responsibilities. You’re slacking off your workouts and that’s not only making you feel upset, but also the lack of physical activity is definitely having a detrimental effect on your mood. Which is already in gutters, because you’re definitely PMSing and in a shitty and snappy mood all the time. 

Hyunjae, on the other hand, while having it breezy in his job, has different problems. Not only are there some dumb political fights in his coven that he has to navigate, but what’s worse, his favorite fancy blood bag brand has an outage and so he had to delegate to cheaper, less tasty ones. Which for him, a picky eater par excellence, is pretty much the same as an actual torture, as he had been drinking this “iron-flavoured mud” for weeks at this point. \

And on top of that, your apartment looks like a pigsty because neither of you is feeling like cleaning. And also, there is barely any food. For you, that is. You are acutely aware that just your existence is like flaunting a prime steak in front of Hyunjae and telling him that he can’t have any of it. He can only sip on his great value blood bags, while looking at you, walking around like nothing is happening. Like he can’t sense your blood running through your body even from another room. 

You know you could offer him to drink from you, but since he’s been pissing you off, he can suffer. It’s not like it will harm him and if he were that desperate, he could always ask. And he’s not asking. Just staring really intensely. 

So both of you are hitting low, and it shows. You haven’t even had sex in a week and while you could really use some comfort and intimacy, as well as the release, you are not quite desperate enough to initiate, not when you’re somewhat in a fighting mood. You know this will pass, it always does, and one or both of you will cave and you will make up, but you’re not quite there yet. Today, Hyunjae can go to hell, for all it matters. 

And boy, are you going through it today. It’s already late evening when you finally came home, flinged your bag somewhere in the hallway and kicked off your shoes. You took a shower mostly with closed eyes and now you’re chilling on the couch with some makeshift dinner you made out of whatever you could find in the fridge, watching some dumb action movie. The lights in the living room are off, only the TV being a source of light and you’re swaddled in the blanket like a baby. Finally some rest. Your eyes are tired, your feet hurt and you’re already getting cramps, so you’re really glad you can rest for a bit. You have no idea where Hyunjae is, and frankly, you don’t care. 

You’re almost falling asleep when an explosion from the TV resonates through the room and wakes you up from dozing off. You sit up and look for the remote to turn the volume down when the bedroom door opens. 

“Could you please turn that shit down? I’m trying to take a nap here,” Well, here he is.

“I was already doing that, calm down,” you roll your eyes.  

“I would really appreciate it, if you were more considerate regarding the fact that you don’t live alone, Y/N,” Hyunjae grumbles. He looks like he wants to argue, but you are not in the mood to have a passive aggressive fight right now so you get up and try to pass through him to get to the bedroom. 

You’re just about to get past him when he suddenly grabs you by your arms. 

“You…” he whispers. 

“What? Let me go, I’m going to sleep,” you try to shake him off but he’s holding you in straight up iron grip. 

“Can’t you…can’t you feel it?” he presses, his whole demeanor a complete change from just a minute ago. His eyes are huge like saucers, and his voice is almost shaking. He’s still grabbing your arm, but how it feels more like he’s holding onto you.

“Feel what? I don’t get it, what’s going on? Hyunjae, you’re scaring me,” you ask with concern, not getting his sudden change in behavior. 

“The blood. You’re bleeding.” he replies impatiently, as if you were too slow to catch up on something that’s been obvious the whole time. 

“Am I?” you ask incredulously. Why is he so weird? You’re not injured or anything, except… You shift your weight. There is a dampness in your panties that haven’t been there a while ago. Oh.

“Oh,” you whisper. “Yeah, I guess I am…”

“You guess? I can smell it, Y/N,” he whines. “Can I..can I have it please?” he asks with a small voice. 

“Have it?” you ask, feigning a surprise, but you know what he wants. It’s not the first time he expressed a desire like that, but he has never been so desperate to ask for it so insistently. But you’re not the one to give up so easily. You could use an orgasm to help you with the cramps though.

“Don’t make me say it,” he pleads, looking borderline desperate. And that’s something you really like seeing on him.

“Oh you’re going to say it. If you won’t, you’re not getting anything,” you smirk. 

“Y/N..can I please eat you out? Please, I haven’t had a drop of normal blood in weeks and you smell so good… Please, don’t let it go to waste,” he begs, falling on his knees. He hugs you around your hips and looks like he’s fighting with himself to not rub his face all over your crotch to get more of the scent. 

“2 weeks of washing dishes and I get to choose what we watch, and it’s all yours,” you spit out. You’re not going to let the opportunity to get something out of it slide like that. 

“Deal,” he breathes out and lifts you just like that. He takes a few strides across the room and almost throws you on the bed with how in hurry he is. You reach to take off your sweatpants and underwear, but he’s already there, ripping it off you as if it personally offended him. 

It takes him just a few seconds before he’s straight up latched onto your pussy. His tongue licking all around, gathering all the blood that already leaked out of you, licking you clean. It’s hot and wet and his warm breath on you is arousing, as well as looking at how enthusiastic he is about this whole thing. You briefly think about how this should feel disgusting but it’s hard to think about it that way when he is so into it. And blood is a normal, daily encounter for him. 

He’s also not forgetting about your pleasure. It’s not like he’s just doing it for himself, but he’s really trying to get you off too, flattening his tongue to lick over your clit in broad strokes, until he slowly builds up the tempo so he can just flick over it. 

It feels really good and you’re getting there, but then, to your displeasure, he moves his tongue to your hole, pushing it as far as he can, chasing the blood and its taste. You whine and you’re considering grabbing him by his hair and moving him back to sucking your clit, but you decide it’s only fair. He can get the blood you promised. Especially since you can see him moving one hand down and taking out his cock, hard and leaking, so that he can jerk it off as he eats you out. 

“Y/N, this tastes so good,” his voice is muffled, since his face is pressed against your pussy. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted…Y/N, I’m gonna cum,”  Oh no. 

Now you really yank him off by his hair. He blinks at you, and oh what a sight - his pretty doll face, pale, with eyes glossed over and pupils dilated. His mouth and chin are both red and glistening with your blood and pussy juices. 

“Me first.” you growl at him, and he just nods, too dazed to protest and leans back down. He’s not playing anymore, licking over your clit as best and fast as he can, doing his best to get you off quickly.

You can feel it coming and you don’t want to prolong the wait either, so you let him make you come, your thighs squeezing his head hard, so he couldn’t breath even if he still had to. He continues until he can feel your orgasm fade, and then immediately moves back to tonguing at your hole, trying to get the most of the new blood and slick that gushed out of you when you came. 

You hear the sound of him frantically jerking off and you can even tell when he’s coming, as he’s almost sobbing with pleasure. He slumps down on the bed, completely tired and fucked out. 

“This was really great, thank you,” he wheezes, still catching his breath. “I could do this every day, it’s worth all the dishwashing duty you would bargain out of me.”

You poke his shoulder with a toe. Now that’s an idea. 

“Play your cards right and you can have a whole week of this.”

[ericsprincess]

yours for the taking PART 2

nc-17, smut, boyfriend!Sangyeon, body worship, pegging, anal fingering, lingerie (on Sangyeon), thigh riding

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part 1 here

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A/N: You know who is this for ;)

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“Are you done? Can I go look?” you’re pretty much vibrating with excitement. You’re sitting on the bed, swinging your feet, all giddy. 

“I- I’m not sure? I can’t tell if it’s all in the correct places. there are too many…straps…” 

“If it’s wrong, I’ll fix it for you, just come out already,” you whine. You’re a bit tipsy from the champagne you had this evening and it makes you a bit more annoying than usual. But you can’t help it - today is your birthday and you already celebrated it with your coworkers at work, friends after work, and now, with all your friends on the way home, leftover pizza and cake in the fridge and your living room already cleaned up, it’s time for the main event. A little private celebration with your boyfriend, something you’ve been looking for the whole day. Especially since he promised to give you something particular as a gift. 

“Okay, but I swear I look stupid,” Sangyeon’s grumbly voice sounds back from the bathroom. 

“Let me be the judge of that,” you reply and crane your neck to see better. Sangyeon finally steps out from the bathroom, doing his best to not look totally awkward, but you don’t even care. 

He’s wearing a nice black set of lingerie made from a somewhat sheer lace, with straps and little bows, selected and ordered by you, specifically for your birthday. The top is a soft bralette, perfect around his muscular pecs, making them look almost like tits, the sheer material showing his nipples, and the bottom is a nice pair of panties with brazilian cut (“So that I can see your ass better!”). The panties are clearly working overtime to contain his cock and balls, and you can see both peek from the sides, where the fabric is just not enough to cover them. Sangyeon seems to be particularly awkward about that, because he keeps trying to pull the panties to cover him properly, to no avail. The straps are located in all the strategic places, cutting softly into his flesh, and it makes you want to snap them so badly, making Sangyeon flinch a little from the unexpected pain. 

“Baby, you look really good, trust me,” you’re almost drooling, and you beckon him to come closer. He visibly forces himself to relax a bit, obviously trying to shake off the awkwardness, telling himself it’s only the two of you and not a big deal. He slowly approaches the bed where you’re sitting, almost towering over you. You slowly look up, drinking up the sight of his body, and try to not visibly drool over his muscular legs, chiseled abs, wide shoulders, but especially your most favorite part of your boyfriend - his beautiful full chest. 

You run your hands over his thighs and ass, squeezing in appreciation. His body is hard from muscle and yet soft and warm, thanks to him not being too lean. You brush your hands over his abs, up to his pecs and grab one, squeezing and rubbing it as if it was an actual breast, feeling his nipple harden. So good. You pinch it a little over the bralette, and smirk at your boyfriend who is still trying to suppress any reaction he deems as embarrassing. You can’t have that, and the only thing that deters you from just going to town and torturing his tits until he squeals and whines, are the plans you already made for this evening. 

Speaking of. 

You move your hands down his back until you reach the hem of his panties. He needs to step a bit closer, and his cock is right in front of your face now, and you can see him being already hard, already leaking. You resist nuzzling your face into it and getting a deep breath of his scent, as you know this could very well end up with you wanting to suck him off, but today is not for that. 

Sneaking your hand into his panties, you’re not wasting time and slip your finger right between his butcheeks and- Oh. He’s already slick and wet. You try to push in and your two fingers enter him without any resistance. Sangyeon gasps, with closed eyes and grabs your shoulder.

“You already prepared, baby?” you look up. His face is red and he looks like he would like to avoid your eyes but he doesn’t. “There was no need to, I would have done it for you..” you smile, pushing your fingers further inside. Sangyeon whimpers, losing his composure a bit already.

“Yeah..I mean, it’s a gift for you. You shouldn’t have to work for it.” He speaks so quietly he’s almost whispering. 

“That’s so nice of you,” you lean forward to kiss along his abs, while slowly moving your fingers in and out of him. “Not only do I get your hole as a birthday gift, but you just serve it to me on a golden platter. Couldn’t even ask for more,” you laugh quietly, knowing very well you could have asked for more - and he would give it to you anyways.

You pull your fingers out of him. “Get on the bed, on your back,” you command and Sangyeon nods. He climbs onto the bed as you stand up from it, removing your clothes. He lies down and even though you’re turned away from him, you can feel his eyes on you. You take off all your clothes, wincing as you’re peeling your wet panties off you, throwing them somewhere in the general direction of the laundry basket. Leaning over, you open the drawer of your night stand. 

“Close your eyes, Sangyeon,” you say, and he obeys. 

“It’s okay, I can see you put it on, I will not get second thoughts by seeing it,” he snorts, but keeps his eyes closed. 

“It’s not that,” you fumble with the straps. “I just want you to feel it first.”

You finally manage to buckle yourself into the harness and you reach into the drawer again for a lube. The tube clicks when you open it and rubbing it over the strapped on dildo makes a squelchy sound - Sangyeon can’t see it, but he can definitely hear, and his breath is getting quicker. His cock is now straining in the panties, leaking precum through them. 

You get on the bed and Sangyeon instinctively spreads his legs to make room for you. You take a second to admire his beautiful muscular body and pull his legs further apart and up, to take a look at his cock and balls under the tiny panties. You contemplate whether to just pull them down slightly to get the access to his hole or if it would be better to take them off completely and you decide to get rid of them - it will be nice to see his cock flop around as you thrust into him. 

You bring the strap close to his hole and gently rub over it with the tip, just to get him used to it, so that he’s not surprised. His eyes are still closed and he’s grasping the bedsheets in anticipation.

“Open your eyes, baby,” you say quietly, pushing in. Sangyeons eyes flutter open and he just gasps, as you slowly push the dildo inside of him. 

“Good?” you check and he nods. He prepared thoroughly, as you felt a few minutes ago. He’s blushing and starting to sweat and it’s adorable, so you lean forward, propping yourself on your hands on each side of him and kiss him. “Can I move?” you whisper and he replies with moving his pelvis a bit to thrust against you. 

You start fucking him, first slowly, so that his hole gets used to the surely unnatural feeling, but when you can see Sangyeon is not in any discomfort anymore, you pick up the pace. 

You lean back from him to see better - his face is red and his eyes are closed and he’s gasping and whining in low voice, trying to not make much sound, even though he knows he can and that you like it - he’s still embarrased about it, about being fucked by his girlfriend, about liking it. 

His cock is almost fully hard and leaking and it’s indeed flopping around with the rhythm of your thrusts. You have half a mind to grab it and jerk him off, but you really don’t want him to finish too soon, before you enjoy him to the fullest. 

And the best part - his glorious tits, bouncing contained in the bralette. You could drool just from the sight. You take one hand off his thigh and grope his tit while fucking him and you really wish you were a bit taller so you could reach forwards and suck on it while you’re fucking him. 

But there is no need - he’s losing his mind anyways, he’s touching and grabbing you wherever he can to get you closer to him, deeper in him. 

But you don’t want him to come like that. 

“On all fours baby,” you order, and that wakes him up from his pleasure, disoriented at the first second. But he gets it right then and scrambles up to get up and turn, giving you barely any time to pull out. 

The sight in front of you - a muscular, tanned man in front of you, presenting you his fucked out hole, that’s all just for you and because of you - it almost makes you want to change plans, get rid of the strap and get yourself to come with rubbing your clit as you finger and stretch his hole further. But you’re not the one to ditch a carefully prepared plan so you prevail. 

You push the dildo back to him, listening to his moans, and after a few perfunctory thrusts you thrust as deep as you can into him, and just grind your hips, pressing onto his prostate the whole time, without any mercy, no moment where you would ease up on him. 

Sangyeon whines, almost sobs with pleasure, but you won’t make it easy on him. You lean forwards, your front to his back and without stopping your movement you grope his tits from behind with your both hands. He’s breathing so heavily and despite the pleasure, he still needs to keep himself up, now with the added weight of you. His arms are shaking, and he’s close to his limits. 

“Y/N, please…” he finally finds his words and you pinch his nipple in reply. 

“What do you want?” you ask, enjoying the contrast of his broken voice and yours almost unaffected one. You’re dying for some stimulation, but since you’re not really getting any, at least not in places that matter, you’re only slightly out of breath. And the deprivation is also making you meaner than usual. 

“Make me come, please…please I can’t take it anymore,” he begs, all shame and embarrassment thrown to the wind.

“Should I?” you ask deviously and grab his cock, squeezing it hard. 

“Yes, please, I beg you, please I need to come,” his hands give up and he plants himself into the pillow, moaning sounds muffled. 

“Okay baby,” you laugh. You’re a benevolent girlfriend anyways. “Cum for me,” you say while taking a proper hold of his cock, jerking him off quickly, but not forgetting to keep abusing his prostate, so that he doesn’t know whether to fuck forwards or backwards, and so he cums. Almost endless spurts of cum, landing on your bedsheets, while Sangyeon can’t catch a breath from all the sobbing and moaning. 

You gently slow down, both your hand and hips, taking time so he can calm down from his orgasm. You pull out of him and he just slumps half dead on the bed. 

He looks five seconds from either passing out of falling asleep, but you won’t give him a break. Not yet, not when you haven’t come yet - it’s your birthday still. 

“Turn on your back.”

Sangyeon obeys, even though it looks like it’s taking all of his remaining strength to do so. 

The sight is stunning. He’s all sweaty, with red splotches, blushing cheeks and even some tear stains on his face. You can’t wait anymore. 

“Can I ride your thigh?” you ask, but you’re already unclipping the harness and climbing on his leg, before he even hums his agreement with a lazy satisfied smile.

You’re so wet it’s actually dripping from you and you don’t waste a second. You rub your pussy on his thigh hard, riding it fast and quick to get yourself to come quickly, gasping from pleasure while Sangyeon runs his warm palms over your hips and ass. 

But you need just one more thing, for the evening to be perfect. 

You lean forward, pull on his bralette so one of his tits pops out and you lick it before sucking on it, groping the other one. 

Sangyeon gasps and squirms under you, no doubt the feeling being overstimulating for him now, but you ignore that and suck on his tit, biting the nipple, enjoying his hands grabbing you harder and harder, the more you torture his chest. 

“He’s so nice,” you think. “I could do anything and he would let me,” and with this thought you’re finally coming, letting his nipple go, riding your orgasm out while he helps you move. 

Collapsing on his body, you’re completely out of breath and as sweaty as Sangyeon.

“I think I’m dead.” you groan.

“YOU think you’re dead?” he asks disbelievingly. 

“Yeah..fucking is too exhaustive, I’m glad it’s your job,” you mumble into his chest. Actually. “Well, maybe except birthdays, then I can take over,” you smirk and look up to wink at him.

Sangyeon rolls his eyes. 

“Geez. I am really curious what gift you will demand next year,” he sighs contentedly. 

“Don’t worry baby,” you snort. “I have a list.”

[ericsprincess]

slow it down

nc-17, san/wooyoung/reader, boucy au, boxer!san, pimp!wooyoung (kinda), mafia leader!reader, f/m/m threesome, prostitution (technically), cunnilingus, vaginal sex, felching

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“...3, 2, 1!” DING DING DING!

The audience roars as the referee raises the hand of the winner as the defeated lies motionless on the ground. The winner himself is wavering, having obvious trouble keeping himself standing straight. His face is bloody, his lip is busted and he has bruises everywhere. His white wifebeater is stained with blood and sweat. He drops his hand and looks like he’s about to faint, when his coach (?) comes running to him and catches him at the last moment, holding a water bottle to his mouth and making him drink. The boxer holds on to his coach like a lifeline, swallowing big gulps of water before straightening up and throwing his fist to the air, letting out a victorious yell.

He slumps back to his coach's embrace and lets himself be led off the ring, the coach supporting him carefully so he doesn’t trip. Your eyes are following them, as you are sitting at the bar, sipping your drink. 

They take a stop at the promoters booth where they collect their cash prize and bet money, the coach pocketing the hefty stack of dollars. They talk a little bit more, probably about the possibilities for future matches, before disappearing somewhere in the backstage dressing rooms.

You turn your head back to the stage. The host is already in the ring, trying to introduce the next match’s fighters, but the audience is still yelling the winner’s name like in a trance. San, and he’s obviously the star of tonight’s event. 

You finish your drink, hop off the bar stool and head to the backstage. 

~~~

It doesn’t take long to find the dressing room where they are at - there aren't that many and most of them are empty. You find them in the last one and you know it’s the one where they are immediately - the door is not completely closed and the lights are on. 

You push the door more open and lean in the doorway. San is half-sitting half-lying on a little dinky sofa and his coach is kneeling in front of him, cleaning his wounds. He seems to be talking to San in a calm, low voice, but you can’t make up the words. It feels very intimate. San’s eyes are closed and his coach is turned away from you so neither can see you standing there. It gives you a chance to observe them for a bit. 

San is really handsome. That’s obvious and it’s also the reason why you’re there. His face is naturally beautiful, even marred with scratches and wounds, his hair jet black with strands falling into his face in a charming way. His body is muscular and strong with broad arms, big chest and narrow waist. He’s the epitome of deadly power - silent, strong, but agile. 

His coach - well. You would lie if you said he’s not handsome. He’s nicely built, the pecs peeking from his unbuttoned shirt revealing that he’s more trained and strong than he looks at first sight. His face is also handsome, with his pretty cheekbones and beaky nose. But he looks so sleazy. He looks like he’s there to cause trouble and discussing anything with him is like handling a slimy snake, that’s twisting and turning and slipping out of your hands. He’s attractive, but in an infuriating way.

They haven’t noticed you yet so you clear your throat to get their attention. 

San’s coach turns his head and stands up. 

“Well hello,” he drawls. “I thought we’ve already gotten our reward. Did the bar owners send us a freebie? I’m Wooyoung, what’s your name, beautiful?” he grins and blatantly checks you out. His eyes run over you and he’s clearly enjoying what he sees. You’re dressed casually, in black skinny jeans, black shirt tucked into them and a leather jacket. Your long hair is flowing, as opposed to the conservative intricate bun you wear for your usual meetings. This one is not usual though. 

You shift your weight and subtly move the side of your leather jacket, so he can see the gun strapped on your waist. It wipes his grin out immediately. 

“I’m afraid not. I am Y/N Y/L/N,“  you turn to San. “I saw your match and I have heard a lot about you. I would have a business proposal, if you are interested.” He looks up at you from the sofa, but doesn’t say anything and closes his eyes again, as if he were too tired to even talk.

“That depends on what kind of business,” Wooyung cuts in.

“Excuse me, but I was talking to him, not you,” you frown. He’s already starting to get on your nerves. 

“All the business goes through me,” Wooyung grins dangerously and puts his hand on San’s shoulder, his intent is clearly to show you who’s in charge. 

“So, you’re his pimp,” you raise an eyebrow. 

“I prefer the term manager,” he smiles at you. “After all, he’s always free to refuse any job I get for him.” 

“Then let him hear me out and decide for himself.” you’re getting impatient. 

“Are you some kind of a mafia boss? Because we don’t kill people,” starts Wooyoung, nodding at your gun, but you interrupt him. 

“That’s not the nature of the job I want to offer.” you say. You don’t deny the mafia accusation. 

You wait for the inevitable interruption by Wooyoung, but he just waves his hand to prompt you to continue. 

“As I said, I saw your match and I was really impressed. I would like to buy your time tonight,” you say. 

“For how much?” asks Wooyoung.

“10 000 dollars,” you reply. “Cash, half upfront.” you pull out a wad of banknotes and hold them up, so they know you’re not bluffing. San opens his eyes from where he’s laying sprawled on the sofa. 

“Ooookay?” Wooyoung is obviously surprised. “And what would he do?”

“Well, I would like to make use of his…private time,” you’re not sure how to word it. You don’t want to imply you want him to prostitute himself to you, even though it’s exactly what you’re doing. You’re telling this to Wooyoung, but you’re looking at San. His eyes are intense and he seems fully awake and alerted, also measuring you up with his eyes. 

“I- I’m not sure we do this kind of jobs..” Wooyoung hesitates. 

San pulls on his sleeve. Wooyoung looks at him, and you’re sure there is some kind of telepathic connection going on, because after a few seconds of intense eye contact, Wooyoung turns back to you. “He agrees.” Wooyoung confirms, even though San hasn’t said a word. 

“Do you have anything specific in mind?” 

“Not really. Just, the usual,” you blush. You didn’t think that far, since you didn’t really expect San to agree. “Or anything that occurs in the moment. But, of course, it depends on how San feels about...performing. I’m not sure about the extent of his injuries.”    

“I’m not that injured,” San grumbles. It’s the first time he speaks out loud tonight and it catches you off guard. “I can perform.” He has a nice voice, you think. I wonder how he sounds when he cums.

“Well then, it’s settled,” Wooyoung claps his hands and reaches his palm towards you. You roll your eyes and put half of the money into his hands and he shoves it into his pocket immediately. 

“Do you want to move elsewhere?” he asks. 

“No, here is sufficient.” You would never admit it too Wooyoung, but fucking in dirty dressing room at the backstage of the boxer match, with the door that doesn’t lock well… it gives you the thrills already.

“Okay,” he replies and throws himself on an old armchair on the opposite side of the sofa. 

You’re perplexed. “Aren’t you going to leave?” you ask in disbelief. 

“No, of course not. I need to keep an eye on him. And you.” he smirks and reclines back to make himself more comfortable. 

“Bullshit. You just want to watch,” He’s so annoying. You’re almost fuming at the audacity of this guy. 

“Well, let’s say that’s a welcomed benefit.” he winks and you scoff, turning away from him. There is no point in arguing. 

You hesitate. Both of them are looking at you, awaiting your actions and it’s getting awkward. Ah, to hell with it, you decide, shrug off your jacket and with a few steps you come to the sofa and sit on San’s lap. He put his hands to your waist.

“Can I kiss you? Or does it hurt too much?” you nod at his busted lip.

“I don’t mind pain,” he shakes his head, putting his hand on your neck he pulls you for a kiss. The kiss is fierce and tastes of blood, he’s not hesitating to push his tongue into your mouth and fight you for dominance.

He’s trying to unbutton your blouse singlehandedly with his other hand and when he succeeds and takes it off you, he squeezes your tits hard. He breaks the kiss to move his mouth along your jawline to suck and lick on your neck. 

“You’re really pretty,” mumbles San into your neck. “I would have done it for free, you know,” he nuzzles.  “Don’t tell Wooyoung that.” That makes you laugh a little. 

You can feel him getting hard under you and you know you’re not doing much better yourself. You’re moving a little, rubbing your pussy over his cock, to get at least some stimulation for both of you, while he sucks and licks at your tits. You’re getting really into it and San’s hands on your waist help to guide your movement too. His breathing is getting heavier and he’s really hard under you.

“Do you want to make him come just from your dry humping? I thought you wanted to fuck,” Wooyoung’s voice interrupts your thoughts. 

Ugh.

You stop moving and look back over your shoulder to Wooyoung, sprawled on the armchair, as if he were watching a movie.  

“What’s your problem?” you frown. 

“If you make him come now, he’ll fall asleep in like 3 minutes and then what? Will you expect a refund?” Wooyoung shrugs. “Just thinking of business.” 

“Fine.” you stand up and unbutton your pants, but San bats your hands away and does it himself. He pulls them down together with your panties and you grab his shoulder for better balance while you step out of them. 

San pulls you for a kiss, running his hands over the backs of your thighs up to your ass, slightly pulling it apart, making you realize that you’re standing bent over right in front of Wooyoung who has the first row seat to your bare ass and wet pussy. You briefly wonder if San did this on purpose. 

San quickly unzips his own jeans and pulls out his cock. He’s already hard and leaking, the tip red and angry and you can’t wait to get it in you. 

“Do you have a condom?” you ask San impatiently. Yours are laying somewhere on the floor in the jacket pocket, and it seems way too far now. 

“He’s clean,” Wooyoung answers for him. 

“How do you know that?” you ask, your patience running thin. 

“Let’s say,” drawls Wooyoung with a smug smile. “I know about everyone he sleeps with.”

You frown, but you’re not going to argue with him. It’s hotter like this anyways. 

You take San’s cock in your hand and slowly sink on it. You can’t resist looking at Wooyoung over your shoulder. He’s watching intensely and it’s clear he’s not unaffected either - his boner is starting to show and while one of his hands is on the armrest, the other is getting dangerously close to his crotch. 

You slowly start to move and ride San’s cock. He’s a nice size and feels so nice and deep everytime you drop down. San’s hands are roaming all over your body, touching your ass, back, squeezing your tits while he’s sucking on your neck and collarbones, obviously trying to make up for the lack of his own movement in you. It’s not like you care much about that - he’s tired and injured and it’s not like you don’t prefer to just use a hot man like a toy. That’s actually why you’re even here. 

The room is resonating with the disgusting squelching sounds as both you and San are getting wetter, your bodily fluids mixing together with sweat. You’re riding him tirelessly, gasping and whimpering, trying to get you both close to finish, when San suddenly moans so loud it almost startles you.

“What..” you’re confused, but you’re not stopping. 

San is blushing. “He just licked my balls,” What. That makes you even more confused, but then you suddenly feel it. Wooyoung’s hot wet tongue on your asshole, his hands grabbing your asscheeks for better access. 

Oh fuck. You didn’t even hear him approach. It feels too good to ponder about it, and just the sheer audacity of Wooyoung to dare to join like that riles you up even more. Not to mention that he’s just casually eating your ass like that, with full enthusiasm, tongue moving down to lick around San’s cock at the point where he’s entering your pussy. It feels like his tongue is everywhere at the same time.

“Was this part of the deal?” you laugh, red, sweaty and out of breath, but not stopping. You’re so close.

“It’s on the house,” mumbles Wooyoung, getting back to eating your ass like it’s his last meal. 

He tries to push his tongue inside, and at the same moment San pinches your nipple just right, and that makes you come, so hard that San has to tighten his grip on your waist so you don’t fall off him as you move. He must be close too, the moment he senses that you have almost finished he grabs you by the waist with both hands and starts roughly thrusting up into you. It takes only a few thrusts though, and you can feel him coming in you. 

You slump against him, tired and out of breath and fucked out. San’s softening cock is slipping out of your pussy and you don’t know what Wooyoung is doing to him this time, but it makes San squirm. Wooyoung moves his attention to you, licking your pussy from behind, slurping San’s come straight out of it. It’s overstimulating and you can’t come again like that, not yet, but you can hear Wooyoung’s whimpers and moans as he’s licking inside of you, and you’re pretty sure he’s getting off on it - so you let him, holding onto San while catching your breath. 

It doesn’t take him long before you can hear him cumming into his own hand. After a moment, he breathes out and straightens. You look back and you see him offer his hand, dirtied with his own cum to San, for San to eat out off, like a dog getting a treat.

You drop down on the sofa. 

“Does he not mind..that?” 

San finishes licking Wooyoung’s hand clean. 

“He knows to never bite a hand that feeds him,” he says. It makes you feel something.

San lies down next to you on the cramped sofa. He closes his eyes and seems to be out as light immediately. 

“So…is that it?” 

“I do actually have a real job offer for you. Come work for me.” you suggest. 

“And do what?” scoffs Wooyoung. “Kill people? Or worse, die for you? Sorry, I don’t think either of us is interested in that.” 

“Not necessarily. Although you could work the usual jobs if you wanted - protection, deals, and such. But if you don’t, I’m sure we can use San’s skill as an instructor for our new recruits. He wouldn’t have to fight anymore” you shrug. For a man like San, there is always something to do in your organization.

“We’re a package deal.” replies Wooyoung. The real meaning of his sentence is clear - what would I do? What’s in there for me?

“I’m aware. I could use an assistant and you seem more than capable,” you reply nonchalantly, although you already know you will regret it. Wooyoung will definitely make annoying you his primary job. You’re looking forward to this. 

“Your lodging, food, salary, everything will be provided. You’ll live a more comfortable life. You don’t have to decide now, but I’m sure you would appreciate at least not having to live in a van, and- hmmppf” you get interrupted by San, who suddenly appears awake and surprises you with a kiss. He’s too passionate, tongue licking in your mouth, tasting of Wooyoung’s cum, and you don’t know if it’s desperation or gratitude, but you accept it. You wonder where he’s getting the energy for this though, but he’s almost mauling you with the fierceness of his kiss. 

“Well, I guess it’s decided,” Wooyoung pecks you on the cheek and his lips linger there for a moment until he whispers in your ear.

“Boss.”

You don’t need a better answer. 

[ericsprincess]

yours for the taking

nc-17, smut, boyfriend!Sangyeon, body worship, rimming (Sangyeon receiving), anal fingering, vaginal sex

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part 2 here

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A/N: dedicated to that one girlie who really doesn’t like Sangyeon. You will probably not read this, but I hope you will see the light one day :)

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Finally, Friday. You sigh tiredly, dropping on your living room couch. You put your feet on the coffee table and huff. This week felt more like a month, with the mountain of work you had to do at your job and you couldn’t wait for it to be over. Having finally logged off from your work computer a few minutes ago, the only thing left to do was to throw yourself on the couch and wait for your boyfriend to come home, so you could decide how to spend your Friday evening. 

Maybe I can even sneak a nap, you ponder. Although Sangyeon’s shift at work ends earlier than yours, he also goes to the gym after work every day. Even on Friday, which only makes you admire your dedication, since your own gym visits are based mostly on how you’re feeling about it at that moment. Sometimes you find it a little bit annoying that he’s such a stickler about it, but you have to admit, his hard work pays off. He looks amazing and you can never have enough of his body. 

So you just grab a blanket, snuggle under it, close your eyes and rest. You’re more exhausted than you thought because it seems that you fall asleep immediately and suddenly you’re being woken up by the sound of the keys unlocking your front door. 

“I’m home!” Sangyeon yells from the hallway, kicking off his shoes and dropping his gym bag on the floor. “Oh, sorry, did I wake you up?” he peaks into the living room.

“Hi, baby, it’s okay, I was just napping. How was your day?” you detangle yourself sleepily from your blanket and sit up to welcome him. You’re about to get up and go hug him, but he stops you with a raised hand. 

“Y/N, I would not recommend coming close to me,” he smiles. “I did not have time to shower at the gym, because I wanted to come home earlier and I’m way too sweaty right now. I’ll head to the shower and you can nap some more, okay?” he says while already pulling his t-shirt over his head on the way to the bathroom. 

Uhh, what a sight, you let yourself drool a little over your boyfriend’s body. He’s been looking especially good lately, since he also got a bit of a tan and he’s still having some pump from the gym. You can’t stop staring at him and touching him and he seems to enjoy the attention too. Sometimes you’re sure he’s provoking you on purpose, just like he did right now - taking off his t-shirt in front of you with mildly exaggerated stretch of his arms over his head, putting his abs and chest on display. 

Once again, as it seems to be a habit these days, the more you are thinking about his body, the hornier you get. You look at the closed bathroom door. You can hear the faint sound of the shower and Sangyeon’s muted humming of some song. Could I…? You wonder. Well, why the fuck not.

You get up and march right into the bathroom. When you open the door, it’s already steamy there and you stop to admire Sangyeon’s muscular body behind the fogged up glass, as he’s washing himself. His shoulders are wide and his arms are thick with muscle and veins. His back is wide but waist is thin, with picture perfect six pack abs that make you want to just rub your pussy all over them until you come. And you can’t forget his beautiful full chest, only asking to be bitten and sucked on. His ass and legs are nice and muscular too, and you are really glad he’s not one of those guys who skip legs. You can count on Sangyeon to do everything correctly and properly. 

Not to mention he’s always perfectly waxed and shaved everywhere, making his body so much more…lickable. Especially now, when you can see rivulets of water running down his body.  

“Oh- hey,” he notices your presence almost immediately and smiles at you, with one of those warm smiles of his, so you quickly take off your clothes and leave them on the ground. You join him under the shower and he does waste a second to embrace and kiss you. 

“Did you miss me that much, baby? You had to come to my shower?” he teases you jokingly and you start kissing his neck and collarbones. You know he gets your intent clearly now, even though it amuses him, as usual. Provoking you with his perfect body is his favorite pastime lately, and he clearly enjoys the effect he has on you. 

“Yeah,” you whisper, and latch your mouth on his nipple while touching and squeezing his other pec. Sangyeon closes his eyes and leans back on the tiles, enjoying the feeling. You can feel his cock getting hard against your hip, so you just suck harder, knowing it’s one of those things he loves receiving, even though he wouldn’t admit it. 

You let his chest go and slowly sink on your knees in front of him, licking his abs on the way down. He takes his hard cock in his hand, positioning for you to suck it, but you only lick and suck on the tip, tasting his precum, while he sighs from the pleasure. You pull away and look up at him. 

“Turn around,” you order. 

“What? Why?” he’s confused, but instead of a reply, you grab him by his hips and try to turn him, which he obeys with a laugh. 

“Hands on the wall,” you speak silently, and he does just that, puts his hands on the tiled wall and leans forwards. You take both of his buttcheeks in your hand and squeeze them a little, enjoying the softness and roundness of the muscle. There is no point in wasting time, you’re sure Sangyeon already figured out what’s gonna happen either. You pull his buttcheeks apart and dive in with your whole face, licking at his hole immediately. You have never done that before, but you’re making up for your lack of experience with enthusiasm. You rub your tongue over it, teasing, almost as if you were making out with it. He’s clearly trying to hold back his moans, which pleases you, as you were not sure how he would react. But it seems that he’s into it, arching his back slightly to push against your face more, so you reward him by flicking your tongue over his hole quickly. 

You move one of your hands on his hip, to hold him better while you try to penetrate your tongue inside him. It’s not really possible, he’s too tight and your tongue is just a muscle, but it makes him whimper just at the insinuation of it. You move your hand to rub over his abs, feeling his quick aroused breathing, and how his core muscles move under your hand. It’s intoxicating to know you have such an effect on him right now. 

You slide your hand down on his cock and it's as hard as ever, slick, with copious amounts of precome. You’re wet too, you know it without checking - eating Sangyeon’s ass, his reactions and the taboo of it made you so horny it almost hurts. You want him in you immediately. 

You get up and press yourself over his back, kissing his neck while he breathes so deeply, as if he were running a marathon. 

“Lets go to bed? I really need you to fuck me right now,” you whisper and he can’t even speak, he just nods quickly with his eyes still closed. He looks like he could cum at any moment. 

You both get out of the shower and give yourself the quickest wipe down with the closest towels, just to not drip water everywhere and practically run naked to your bedroom, half-wet.  

You throw yourself on the bed and he jumps right after you, pressing you down, folding your legs up, now wasting a second and pushing his cock into you. You don’t need any preparation and having him inside you feels like a relief. 

“I’m not gonna last long, just so you know,” he chuckles and you huff. “Me neither, but start moving before I literally die.” 

He starts fucking you immediately with all the force he can muster, not bothering with any teasing or finesse, just trying to get you both to cum as soon and as hard as he can. You’re holding onto his back when you get a devious idea. 

You slowly move your hand down his spine as he’s thrusting into you, lower and lower until you stop at his ass. fingers just right at his asshole. You give him few seconds to refuse and when he doesn’t you slowly push a finger in, into his still wet and relaxed hole. 

He whines and his hips stutter, his face buried in the crook of your next, while you're fingering him gently. He’s still fucking you but it’s as if he can’t decide whether to fuck into your or fuck himself on your finger. You’re also close, high from the power you have over him, and how easily you were able to make his strong beautiful man into a puddle. 

He’s almost out of his mind from pleasure, succumbed to just his primal feelings to fuck, when you whisper into his ear. 

“Should I add another one?” and that’s what does him in, and he moans and cums in you, while thrusting into you hard, and it helps you come too, when you feel his cock pump you full of cum. You’re rarely having an orgasm at the same time, but when you do, it feels like you can experience the pleasure of yours and his at the same time, and it feels like you can't stop coming. 

It takes a minute to come down, to make the ringing in your ears stop and your breath slow down, and in the meantime he rolls off you and slumps on the bed next to you. He’s just lying half dead, eyes closed, face and chest red and sweaty. 

He finally opens one eye. “You know, if I knew you would like my body this much, I would have started seriously working out sooner,” he mumbles, face half-buried in the bed. 

You turn to him and weakly slap him on the arm, “Oh I’m sure you would,” you laugh. 

He moves closer to you and grabs you into a hug. You settle comfortably in his warm embrace. 

“Next time, let me show you how much I love your body though,” he whispers. 

Ooh. Can’t wait.

[ericsprincess]

you’re like an oasis in front of my eyes PART 2

part 1

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Finally, the day has ended. 

You sigh and sit down on the sand. The beach spot you picked is right on the last dry part, where the sea meets the beach and slow waves wash over the shore so you take off your shoes and socks and let your tired feet enjoy the coolness of the sea water. What a blissful feeling, to finally sit down after another day of hard work. The fish you caught in the morning are already cleaned and stored to be sold, your boat has been tidied up and docked, so when you finished all of your tasks, you headed off to your favorite spot at the small secluded lagoon. You definitely deserve a treat today.

The sun is already setting and after you spend some time just relaxing and enjoying the calmness of the sea, warmth of the sand and nice refreshing breeze, you grab the seashell pendant that you’ve been wearing for the past few months. You gently blow into it and it makes no sound, except for a low whisper and you lean back on your elbows and wait. 

In a minute, a head pops out far in the sea in front of you and you chuckle as you can see it looking around until it spots you, and disappears right away back under the water. 

There is a small ripple of water coming towards you and it ends in a few seconds when suddenly Hyunjae appears at the shore, trying to flop himself out of the water and next to you. It looks hilarious. 

“You really need to work on your seductive beaching technique,” you tease him, and he drops next to you, out of breath. He has some seaweed in his hair, so you lift your hand to take it off him. 

“Shut up Miss Just-Walk-Out, it’s really fucking hard, okay? It’s not like I’m supposed to do it and the rocks there are really sharp,” he groans. “I’m gonna ruin my scales if we don’t find a better spot without the rocks in the sand.” 

“Yeah, we can’t have that. I won’t be fucking you, if you’re not the prettiest fishy in the sea, right?” you mock him and poke his cheek. He feigns offense and reaches forward to splash some water back at you. 

“Speaking of,” he says. “Am I correct to assume you called me here for your weekly fish-fucking session?” he grins. And he is indeed correct. You had a long day and you thought you could unwind by spending some quality time with your favorite marine booty-call. 

This has become sort of a habit between you two. You summon him with the shell and he always arrives, exactly like he promised. Usually, you spend a few mutually very enjoyable hours with him, hidden in the lagoon, but it’s not a rule. Sometimes you’re too tired, so you just talk and enjoy each other's company. You talk about life on the ground, about your work, people you know and whatever you want to talk to, and he does the same. He seems very interested about how things work “up there” and also excited to share with you about his life under water. So now you also know random things like, not only mermaids but the sea witches also being real - and actually they are mostly friendly. (“Witches? Like, Ursula?” “Who? No, his name is Kevin.”). Sometimes, he brings you small gifts, usually random jewelry from various lost treasures or whatever tourists lost in the sea or some especially pretty shells. And you pay him back in little matchbox cars, since you’ve noticed he’s really fascinated by cars he sometimes sees on the beach or the road close to it (“They are like boats with legs!”). You always have a good time with Hyunjae. 

But today, you know you don’t want to just talk. “Yeah, that’s exactly why I called you,” you grin and he doesn’t waste time to turn to you and kiss you deeply. His hands roam around your body, unbuttoning your shirt while you reach under it and unclip your bra so you can shrug off both of them at once. Once he has free access to your tits, he immediately attaches his mouth to your nipple, sucking and licking while his hand plays with your other breast. You can feel yourself already getting wet so you take off your pants and let him push his hands inside your panties. He already knows your body too well and he knows you like being played with and fingered before you fuck. He rubs your clit gently, circles his fingers around it and you can’t help but whine a little. You already want his fingers inside, but he also knows that so he won’t give it to you this easily, just to annoy you. He keeps just gently touching, sometimes moving to touch around your opening but never pushing in and while it feels good and you know you eventually could come from this, it’s not what you want right now. But Hyunjae likes being annoying so he keeps doing it until you lose patience and pull on his hair roughly, making him unlatch from your nipple. 

“Come one, don’t be an asshole,” you whine. 

“Me? Never,” he laughs, but does indeed push his long and slender fingers inside. You love it so much, the combination of your tits being sucked and his fingers fucking you deep is something you will never get bored of. 

You touch him too, you’re grabbing his biceps and his back to feel his muscle, but eventually you have to pull him off you again, just so you can slide lower next to him on the sand. You kiss him once for good measure while you run your hands lower, down his body, where the scaled part begins. You smooth your hands down the scales gently, until you find the spot, where his crotch would be if he had legs like a human. It’s already a bit moist and you feel around it until you can sense the scales part and his cock unsheathes. 

This was so weird for you the first time he let it out, after spending an awkward couple of minutes to convince the ever-so-skeptical you that yes, he definitely has a cock. He does, and it was a really strange experience to see a vaguely human-looking cock appear from inside of a sheath under the scales. The color is different though, it has a teal tint, like his scales rather than the color of his skin and the tip of it is more ridged and pointy. It also self-lubricates and you’re really trying not to think about how it visually resembles a tentacle, because it still weirds you out a little. It does feel like a human cock though, and the size and thickness of it fills you up nicely, which usually makes you forget about any lingering weirdness. 

It even tastes good, you recall a particular memory in your mind and you know your ears just got red.

You run your hand over it and it gets even wetter - clearly, Hyunjae is also ready and impatient and he thrusts into your hand. You push him on his back and climb over him. You’re so horny, you don’t want to waste time anymore and with Hyunjae being on the shore, the options for the positions are limited - unless you would go fuck in the water inside the lagoon, having Hyunjae hold you both in the water while fucking into you relentlessly, making water splash around. 

You sit on his cock, taking a moment to let your body adjust and then you just lean forwards and start riding him, with your hands on his chest, groping his tits. Hyunjae grabs you by your waist and does his best to thrust upwards, even though it’s difficult for him. His tail slaps on the ground sometimes, living its own life as usual. Your knees are digging into the wet sand as you’re moving with quickening tempo and you’re getting exhausted but you can’t stop - the ridges feel so good inside you and the slide is impossibly wet - you can’t even tell if this much wetness is coming more from you or him. The squelching sound it makes should be disgusting but you love it and you know Hyunjae loves it too. 

“I’m close,” you’re getting out of breath, but you’re not stopping, trying to reach your climax soon. 

“Me too,” he whispers, pulling you down so he can kiss you deeply and pinch your nipple with one hand. He already knows it gets you to come immediately when you’re already this close and that’s exactly what happens now too - you’re coming and Hyunjae has to hold you tightly as you’re moving, so that you don’t fall off. He thrusts up few times and you feel everything getting even wetter as he comes into you with a moan, cock grinding deeper into you.

You continue to kiss as you come down from your orgasms, until you can’t hold yourself above him anymore and exhaustedly flop down next to him. He turns to you and looks into your eyes with an uncharacteristically soft look and kisses you once sweetly. You smile and cuddle up to him. The sun has already set down and the sea glitters under the night sky. 

~~~

Nothing. You frown. 

You blow into the shell once again. And wait. 

Nothing. 

You’re doing your best to not start to panic. Hyunjae never doesn’t come. 

Your mind is already running like a hamster in a wheel. Is he not interested anymore? Did something happen to him? 

But it’s all in vain. He’s not coming and you have no means to find out why. 

You pick up your stuff from the sand and get up to leave the lagoon. 

It was great while it lasted, you sigh. 

~~~

Few days later and Hyunjae is still on your mind. 

It’s not like you know any more information, you just keep thinking about it constantly. And you’re sad about how it ended. 

So you decide to go drown your sorrows in the local bar. 

You’re going strong, full moping mode, sitting alone behind the bard, a third glass of whiskey on ise in front of you, when someone taps on your shoulder. 

“Miss, the fish you ordered is here.” 

You turn around, already annoyed and ready to yell at anyone who dares to even talk to you, much less to crack some dumb jokes. 

You stop in surprise. 

Hyunjae. In full human glory. Standing. 

“What the fuck are you?” you whisper. 

“I think I have a déja vu, you should really work on your greetings,” he grins, and you snap out of your astonishment. You shake your head. 

“Shut up, smartass. Mind explaining all that?” you wave your hand vaguely at his legs. “And start with the disappearance,” you frown at him. You’re really happy to see him, but you don’t dare yet to truly believe it.

“Sorry about that. I wanted to surprise you, but it took longer than I expected. The bureaucracy is insane lately.. You also wouldn’t believe how many papers and permits you need for this. It also took some time until I got my legs, so that was a whole thing..” he scratches his head. 

“Actually, how did you even get those? I didn’t know it could be possible?” you ask out of curiosity. 

“Yeah so, like… I may have made a pact with Kevin..”

“The sea witch? Did you have to..trade anything?” you’re horrified. You know life is not like a Disney cartoon, but you still jump to this conclusion, however irrational it is. At least he has his voice still. You wonder what he might be missing now. 

“Yeah… I had to give up my matchbox collection. That jealous fucker had been eyeing them for so long, so you better get me some new ones. Oh. OH!” Hyunjae’s eyes suddenly glitter with excitement.  “Can I get a real one? Do you have any?” 

Oh no. 

“Can I try to drive it?” 

“Hyunjae..” 

“Can we fuck it it?” he asks loudly and you see people in the bar turning their heads to you two to look at the source of noise and inappropriate exclamations. 

You grab Hyunjae, who is grinning widely, fully aware he’s embarrassing you in front of strangers, by his arm and start dragging him out of the bar. 

You can’t even guess what kind of mess you’re getting yourself into, but you know one thing for sure - you will definitely not be bored with him. 

[ericsprincess]

dangerous feelings spilling tonight

You bring home a guy. He forgets his place.

~~~

This is definitely a mistake, you think to yourself. And yet, you are going to make it. 

You sigh a little. You’re on your way home, walking down the street at night, wet pavements shiny under the streetlights. The air is warm, since it’s already almost summer, with only weak hints of cool breeze. And you’re not alone. Walking next to you is a man, well, just barely a man. At the very least a man enough to gather the courage to cockily hit on you at the bar. 

It’s kinda admirable, you have to admit, that he had the balls to walk up to you, a woman obviously older and more mature than him, by a few years, and to use a cheezy pick up line with even cheezier wink. He looked cute though - a sort of a basic frat bro, in ripped jeans, tshirt and a varsity jacket, with cute face and obnoxious bleached blonde hair. 

You rolled your eyes at him, but he was kinda cute so you let him try again, and boy, did he try. Not wanting to lose the chance, he bought you a drink immediately, and pulled out every compliment he could think of. You just leaned back on the bar and let him sweet talk you, while smirking. It was amusing to jokingly shoot down his advances and it felt good to see someone try so much for your attention, and even though you thought of him as just a dumb horny boy, it was flattering anyways. 

You had fun with this whole situation, so as you were sitting on the bar stool, with him leaning on the counter, you offhandedly mentioned you’re going home soon, throwing him the bait that you knew he was hoping for. He immediately leaned closer to you and with his hand daringly on your thigh he asked: “Can I walk you home? Just so that you wouldn’t go alone at night.”

You smiled. You both knew what he meant and the excuse couldn’t be more thin-veiled. But you agreed. You could see the sparkle or excitement in his eyes when he realized that he’s gonna get what he wanted - which was you. 

He introduced himself as Eric and he wasn’t lying about that, judging by the hollering his friends provided when they saw him actually going to leave the bar with you. Which was decidedly embarrassing, as if you already didn’t feel like a cradle robber. But who cares, you shrugged it off in your mind. He’s a consenting adult and it’s not like you will be planning a future with him. Definitely not beyond the future few hours, in any case. 

~~~

You left the bar, and you’re walking in on the dark street. He put his arm around your shoulder, but as you’re walking he slid it down to your waist and then ass. He thinks he’s so sneaky, you snort, but let it go. In any case, save for his amusingly daring behavior, he doesn’t seem too bad. He can keep up with the small talk and even banter. He seemed interested enough in your personality too and had no problems talking about himself either. Cracked many jokes, some of them even a bit risqué, but never off putting. You’re attracted to not only his face but also his puppy personality. And, if you’re honest with yourself, you’re getting more and more aroused by his sneaky touches. 

Not before long, you’re standing at the front of your apartment building. It’s now or never.

Technically, you agreed to only him walking you home so you do have an out, but you won’t be using it. 

“Wanna go up?” you ask, with one eyebrow raised. It sounds like a challenge. 

“Sure,” he replies, trying to look nonchalant, as if he wasn’t almost vibrating with anticipation. You unlock the door and you lead him to the elevator. You can almost feel his eyes being glued to your ass, and when you stop to press the elevator button, he stands behind you. He’s so close his chest is almost touching you and you can feel his body warmth and smell his cologne, and it makes you want to either lean back at him or at least push your ass back. But you don’t want to be the one to initiate anything much, you want to leave it all on him and just feel wanted and pursued by a hot, younger guy. And he, of course, delivers - he would obviously not miss a chance to push you a little. 

His hands are running over your hips and he leans forwards to nose along your neck, so you tilt your head to make way for him and he uses the chance to suck on your skin. It doesn’t take long and the elevator door opens with a ding and Eric does not waste a second to quickly push you inside the elevator. You barely get a chance to select the floor and he’s already pressing you against the elevator door, suddenly getting so impatient, almost frantic, as he kisses you deeply. He’s crowding you against the wall completely and you can feel his hard cock on your hip, slightly grinding against you, as if he’s either not realizing he’s doing it or he just can’t help himself. 

You really don’t want him to blow it even before you get into the apartment, so the moment the elevator stops and opens the door, you grab Eric’s hand and drag him out. You pull him through the hallway until you get to your door. You’re trying to find the keys in your bag, when you feel Eric his hand on your ass, touching and squeezing and even daring to sneak to rub your pussy from behind over your pants. You can feel it making you wet, but the waves of excitement are distracting you from finding the damn keys so you have to straighten up and push his hand away gently. “Behave,” you say and he immediately sobers up from his excitement a little and silently nods. He’s blushing and his ears are red too, his breathing heavy and bulge in his pants obscenely visible. But he stays still, like on command. “Cute puppy,” flashes through your mind, but you try to ignore that idea. 

You fish out the keys with him patiently waiting next to you and open the door to your apartment. It doesn’t take much longer for you to end up with him in your bedroom, leaving only a trail of clothes behind you. You like him more and more the less clothes he’s wearing - even though he’s not tall, he’s nicely muscular and lean and you can’t resist running your hands wherever you can reach. You unbutton his pants and don’t hesitate to stick your hand into his underwear to pull out his cock. It’s a nice size and pretty shape and already leaking so much it gets your hand wet. You tug on his pants and he gets the hint and takes them off, even if it means he has to let go of you for a second.

Because he, on the other hand, is almost ripping the clothes off you and when you’re finally both naked, he pushes you onto your bed. Falling on your back, you move up a little and your legs fall open. He immediately crawls between them, grabs your thighs from under and lowers his head, sticking out his tongue to lick your pussy. The wet and warm feeling is pleasant and on any other occasion you would appreciate it, since you can tell he’s not doing this for the first time. But now, you’re too pent up to want anything else than a good hard fuck and you can tell by how red and wet his cock is that he’s more than ready either. 

You grab him by his hair and pull him off your pussy. “Did I say you can do it?” you ask. 

His eyes are glassy and his face is flushed. “No but can I? Please? I’m good at it, I can prove it to you,” he pleads, but you have other plans already. 

“No.” you smile. “I want you to fuck me already, you can prove yourself there” you say and reach to open your nightstand drawer, to take out a condom. You throw it at him and he catches it, ripping it open to roll it over his cock, while you decide how you want to be fucked. Hmmm. Tonight you’re really in for something fast and hard, so you get up on all fours. “I hope you can do it hard, don’t disappoint me,” you smirk at him and he nods quickly at the instruction, his mouth open in an attempt to focus on the task. 

He hurries to situate himself behind you and you can feel his cock slowly push into you. It feels good and once he sees you’re okay, he starts moving. 

He doesn’t waste time and works up to a quick tempo quickly. fucking you with deep and fast strokes. You’re so wet the glide is smooth and his cock is perfect to hit all the good spots inside you. He’s holding you firmly by your waist and the whole room echoes just with the sounds of your bodies touching, your moans and his gasps. He even sounds good, his heavy breathing and whimpers sounding so erotic to your ears, he’s not even trying to hide his arousal and excitement. 

He really is good, better than you would expect from a young guy and he’s fucking you so thoroughly, you feel like your head is empty and you’re going insane at the same time. You’re getting close and you quickly consider whether you even want to try to rub your clit with your hand to come, because it seems he will be able to get you there by himself. 

You’re barely holding on anymore and you’re this close to coming, when he takes one hand off your waist and slaps you over your buttcheek. 

“You like when I fuck you this hard, you slut?” 

A. What. 

You immediately stop and turn back at him. Anger rises in you rapidly, at this dumb college frat boy daring to speak to you like that, as if he imagined he’s in some kind of a porn. 

“What the fuck did you say?” you lash out and he stutters. 

“I- I’m sorry I-,” he’s all red and before he’s able to finish the sentence you push at his chest so that he falls back and you immediately climb up and sit on him. His cock hasn't softened in the slightest so you just grab it and sit on it, until you’re firmly placed on his lap. He’s still shocked a bit, so you use the chance to take both of his hands and pin him by holding his wrists on the bed above his head. You lean forwards and start riding him, building up the pleasure again - he whines and closes his eyes, but you’re not gonna let him just enjoy it. 

“Look at me,” you order and it takes a second, but his eyes flutter open. He’s dazed and you wonder how long it will take to make him cum. Not long, probably. 

“Who is the slut now? Huh?” you taunt him, not stopping your movements. 

“I- I-..Ah, I am, I am the slut,” he whines. He’s trying to move his hips to thrust up, but you’re riding him so vigorously he has no space or opportunity for it. He can just lie down and take it. 

“Yes, that’s exactly what you are, just a breathing dildo for me to use,” you smirk. “Whose slut you are?” 

“Y-yours,” he answers and you can tell he’s about to cum already so you speed up. 

“Whose?” you slap him over his face. 

“Mommy’s! I’m mommy’s slut, ah please,” he sobs and finally closes his eyes and he’s cumming inside the condom, his cock pulsating inside of you. 

Seeing him react like that is what brings you over too, and you ride him hard as you cum, squeezing his cock and stopping only when you come to your senses and hear him whine from overstimulation. 

You drop on the bed next to him and you’re both just breathing out your orgasms for a few minutes. He cuddles up to you, clearly needing some further contact and you let him hold you by your waist, with his head on your shoulder. You play with his hair to calm him down and you’re not exactly sure what you should do next. Kick him out? Let him stay? You know what you want to do and you also know that it’s not the best idea. And you don't even know his opinion. 

But he solves that one for you. He’s already falling asleep, but he raises his head up a little and asks with a sleepy voice:

“Keep me?”

I think I will, puppy. 

[ericsprincess]

everything is just a moment baby

The summer night’s air is hot, humid and heavy outside, but it’s even worse inside the van. And it’s packed there with three people inside, since the van is so tiny, but no one is even thinking of opening a window or door to air it out. There are more important things happening right now than to care about that. 

All three of you are sweating, not only from the hot air, but also for different reasons. You’re lying on the makeshift cot, disheveled with shirt half undone, with Wooyoung lying on top of you, hastily trying to take off your jeans while sucking and licking your neck. You have given up trying to unbutton his shirt, despite your best efforts. He’s too horny to give you a chance to take off either his or your clothes and you’ll end up fucking half-dressed like usual. 

Wooyoung finally wins the fight with your jeans and throws them away. He pulls down your soaked panties too and runs his fingers over your pussy to feel how wet you are. “Can’t wait, baby?” he whispers smugly into your ear and then licks it. It should feel disgusting, but it doesn’t. Actually, a lot of things about Wooyoung should feel disgusting - from his cheap cologne, the smell of cigarettes and his sleazy grin, to his habit of licking and sucking you everywhere. There is probably not an inch on your body that hasn't been visited by his tongue. And yet you love it all. Those past few months since you have joined their little revolt were not only adventurous due to the nature of the work, but also thanks to Wooyoung and San and their companionship.

Speaking of San, you sneak a glance at him while Wooyoung is rubbing your pussy. He’s sitting on some storage box across from you, and he’s doing a crossword. He’s acting disinterested, but you have noticed he hasn’t filled a single word in minutes. You try to not chuckle. You know he’s attracted to you, but he never really acts on it, as if he thought he’s not allowed. Although he’s Wooyoung’s best friend, he somehow naturally defers to him and lets Wooyoung decide about most things, speaking up only rarely, when Wooyoung presents his more insane ideas. 

You turn back to Wooyoung and  grab him by his neck to kiss him fiercely, pushing your tongue inside his mouth immediately. He’s not the one to stay behind and he reciprocates with enthusiasm, sucking on your tongue and smiling into the kiss. He finally reaches the point when he can’t take it anymore and unzips his pants. He takes out his hard cock and gives it just a few pumps before pushing it into you roughly. He’s impatient but youre so wet it doesn’t hurt at all, not even when he’s starting to thrust roughly immediately, without giving you time to adjust. 

San puts away his crossword. 

Wooyoung is lying on top of you, fucking you hard, his sweat dripping from his hair on your face.  He kisses you again and the van is filled with the slapping and squelching sound of your bodies meeting each other, mixed with your and his moans. 

“Let me make you a baby, please Y/N, please,” he whispers to your ear and you can feel the adrenaline rush making your body shiver. Neither of you is in a position to have a baby and you have taken the precautions, but just the thought, the possibility of it, is making your blood soar in your veins. Despite everything you really want this street mutt to give you a baby. 

“Why should I?” you whisper back, just to rile him up. 

“Because I want to see you with a belly and I want you to be all mine forever,” he replies. “I want to take care of you and I want to see Sannie to take care of you too. I know he would love to,” he whispers and you look again at San. There is no doubt that even despite the whispering, he could hear everything anyways. He’s looking right back at you, rubbing his hard cock over his pants slowly. 

“Would he?” you tease back. 

“Yeah, I know he would. I know I can trust him with you, baby, baby, I’m- ” he’s thrusting so deep as he were trying to get you pregnant at any cost and it feels so good, that you start coming even before him, hugging him tightly while he fills you with cum, the glide getting impossibly wet. You can feel his cock pumping inside you and Wooyoung is breathing heavily and moaning into your ear. 

You both just breathe out your orgasm for a couple of minutes, then wooyoung kisses you sweetly and pulls out. He puts his cock back into his pants and zips up. 

“Baby, are you hungry? I think I should get us some food…San-ah, you?” he turns to San while you hum in agreement. San’s eyes are glossy and his face is flushed - food is probably the last thing on his mind right now, but he nods anyway while staring at the floor, avoiding Wooyoung’s eyes. His hands are awkwardly folded in his lap. 

Wooyoung opens the van door and hops out. He yells back “Be back in 30!” and slams the door back closed. You know that Wooyoung is bad at feelings and articulating them, but after all those months together, you have figured him out. The message is clear. You turn to San.

“Sannie, come over?” He looks up from the floor, uncertain. 

“Just come here, lie down next to me,” you encourage him and he slowly gets up and lies down behind you on the cot. The cot is tiny so he’s fully pressed against you and you can feel his boner on your ass. You grind back on it. 

You take his hand and put it on your hip. He squeezes you and either his last inhibitions fall or he’s too horny to resist anymore, but he starts humping and grinding on your ass, his face buried into the crook of your neck. He’s fully clothed, he hasn’t even taken his cock out, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all. 

He moans pitifully and humps you like a dog, but you like it anyway. You’re too fucked out to try to come again yourself, but you grind back on him anyways, just to show you that you like it. 

His hand on your hip slides forwards and he touches your wet folds. He hesitates. 

“C-Can I..?” he whispers and you’re not sure what is he asking for permission to, but you nod anyways. He whines and his fingers dip a little into you. He feels around, pushing inside, as if he tried to feel what Wooyoung felt with his cock just mere minutes before. He whines and rubs himself on your ass again, almost lying on top of you. He’s so hard and he’s losing tempo, you can feel he’s close with the way his hips are starting to stutter. He pulls out his fingers and puts them in his mouth, licking off the mixed taste of your juices and Wooyoung’s cum and you know this makes him cum in his pants, moaning and whining.

The moment he calms down he tries to awkwardly get up from the cot, but you turn around and pull him back. You know there is a lot to work out between the three of you but by no means you want San to feel unwanted or unwelcome. You make him lie back down, facing you and you kiss him sweetly, to make him relax a little. 

“Let’s wait together for Wooyoungie like this,” you whisper and kiss him again. He kisses back this time and you cuddle up to him. 

He’s warm and strong and feels good and you’re looking forward to the gentle look in Wooyoung’s eyes that you know will be there when he finds the two of you like that soon. 

Your life feels like a free fall these past few months but you’re not afraid. You know you have them to catch you.