☆ ride the d!ck like a carnival . . ! ft. jeonghan.
☆ content. jeonghan x fem! reader. just jeonghan satiating his needs in backseat of your car. ☆ tags. unprotected sex, riding, semi-public sex? menace jeonghan, creampie, nipple stimulation. ☆ wc. 0.7k+
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !
“i hate–hngh–you!”
a light giggle falls out of his lips at your words. because your actions say the opposite. you sink down, engulfing his entire length with your heat before lifting your hips again. you’re riding him with all that you’ve got while jeonghan’s simply enjoying the show.
“aw, you do?” a faux pout forms on his lips, hiding his lazy smirk. lust and enamour swirls in his eyes and god, he’s looking at you with those fuck me eyes. of course, you can’t resist him, “no, no. i don’t mean it.”
“i know, baby.” he slides his hands down to your ass, groping them harshly with a smack or two. a soft sigh leaves his chest as he leans back on the backseat of your car. desperation and annoyance fills you again.
what was supposed to be a cute brunch date ended up in you riding his cock in your car like your life depended on it. and that most infuriating part is how jeonghan is simply watching you without helping. he’s so relaxed while you’re fighting for your life on his cock.
he knows it. he knows that you’re annoyed and horny. even though he’s the one that slipped his hands up your dress, you’re the one satiating him. unfortunately for you, jeonghan gets all hard and twitchy when you’re mad and frustrated during sex.
he strokes your waist, fingers fluttering against your sensitive spots. the tickling sensation causes you to lose your sense of rhythm. he pushes your dress up further, shifting his gaze towards where your bodies are connected. your cunt hugs his length with a grip that makes him breathless.
beads of sweat run down the side of your face. your hair is all ruined, makeup smudged and dress creased, thanks to the courtesy of your boyfriend. your walls flutter around his cock, sending shivers down his spine.
jeonghan goes cross-eyed when he notices your hard nipples poking through the thin material of your dress. he hooks his finger under the sweetheart neckline, pulling down the cloth till your breasts pop out. your breasts bounce right in front of his face, tempting him to wrap his lips around your pebbled nipples.
you let out a soft gasp, feeling his warm mouth around your sensitive bud. his tongue circles the bud, feeling the ridges of your areola. he flicks the bud gently, and sucks on it. you grind your hips harder, chasing the release you so badly want.
his hand travels down your stomach to your cunt. you reach your breaking point when his fingers brush against your clit, soft enough to rile you up but not hard enough to satiate you.
your hands fly to grab his hair as you gyrate your hips with a newfound desperation. it elicits a groan from him, delighted from the slight pain of you pulling his hair. your other hand wraps around his throat, squeezing the sides ever-so-lightly. jeonghan smiles—he fucking smiles.
“you’re so hot when you’re mad, babe.”
you rock your hips harder, pushing out the energy you have left in your body. the car rocks in sync with your rhythm. anyone who walks past can figure out what you’re up to in a single glance. but that doesn’t stop you from fucking him harder and harder.
a string of curses falls from his lips. he moans unabashedly, wordlessly letting you know he’s nearing his climax. you quicken your pace with the energy you have left. he squeezes your hips, face scrunching with pleasure. a needy look graces his eyes.
an evil thought conjures up in your mind. you can stop now, leaving him high and dry. a lick back for all times he was mean to you.
but you can’t. even if your mind tells you to stop, your body won’t. and the needy look in his eyes sets your body on fire. he’s looking at you as if you hung all the stars in the sky. his face tints red, mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ as he moans to his heart’s content.
his cock flutters inside you, hips bucking into yours. he’s close. with another harsh thrust, you stop. he cums in an instant, white strings of release flooding your cunt. you kiss his forehead, looking down at him with adoration.
his hips still move against yours, trying to ride out his high. he moans rather cutely, grinding against you as his cum slowly drips down from your hole.
“i can’t believe you made me ride you in the car at fucking 11 in the morning,” you mutter, breathlessly. “and i didn’t even cum!”
you try to hit his shoulder but he catches your wrist, looking at you with the same unsatiated lust. “who said we’re done?”
★ content. meeting mingyu, your ex, at a friend’s party has it’s pros and cons. cons — you realise that you’re far from getting over him. pros — the feelings are mutual and you end up in his bed again.
★ genre. smut, angst.
★ wc. 4,261 words
★ warnings. infidelity, intoxication, tipsy sex, oral (m. and f. receiving), lots and lots of making out, unprotected sex, cow girl, missionary, face riding, creampie, mingyu and mc lack moral constraints, mentions of food (sugar, candy).
★ a/n. not proof read. the ck ads fueled this monstrosity. enjoy and please feel free to share your thoughts!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !
mingyu should know better than to give in to your antics.
this scene has become too familiar to the point he knows what’s exactly coming next. he knows that you’ll approach him with a sweet, innocent smile at the party. hit up a small convo all while you stare at him coyly. he’ll avoid looking at you and cut the conversation short.
memories of you will resurface from the grave he’s trying to leave behind. one drink turns into two, and two into many more in an attempt to get rid of your honeyed voice inside his head.
mingyu knows where this is going. the alcohol alters his brain chemistry just enough to get adrenaline pumping in his blood. just enough to blur all boundaries.
he could’ve stopped himself. he should’ve known better.
every time mingyu forgets his past with you and shows signs of moving on, you’re there again. flaunting yourself, with or without the intent of haunting him. you swear that it’s not intentional half of the time.
the other half?
it’s a game you like to play. to see how much it takes to break the perfect and pristine kim mingyu. or maybe it’s you trying to cement your self esteem by going after him. to see if you’re still worthy to him.
but either way, mingyu is your favorite treat. that sparkling, red, sugar candy that you just can’t take your eyes off. the type that leaves a stain on your tongue and lips with a sweet yet bitter aftertaste.
“soo, how are things with your new girl?”
your ex wonders if you have no shame or if it’s just your personality. every single time, you leech onto him the moment you hear about his new girlfriend or even just some girl he's talking to.
and like every other instance before, he keeps his mouth shut. he hates it. he hates that no matter how much time passes, he’s always back to square one. always back to you.
but not this time. he won’t giv—“sorry, am i crossing a line?”
his eyes snap to yours the moment he hears the hurt in your voice. and it stings even worse to see the ache in your eyes. his fingers twitch, throbbing with the need to hold you in his arms. to kiss the ache away.
maybe you’re not intentionally doing this. maybe you’re just like him, unable to move on from the fragments of what you once thought was the perfect relationship.
“i’ll leave.”
the palm of your hands dig into the cushion of the sofa as you try to get up but mingyu’s finger wraps around your wrist, pulling you back in an instant. you land on the sofa with a yelp. you’re closer to him now, legs brushing and breaths mixing together.
“stay,”
and just like that the lines blur. yet again.
[at mingyu’s apartment]
he hums into your mouth, pressing his tongue into each and every nook of your mouth. his large hands skate down your back to your ass, kneading the tender flesh.
he’s drunk on your scent. drunk on how good it feels to hold you in his arms. drunk on your warm breath fanning against his face. drunk on the taste of candy on your tongue.
he breaks the kiss to allow the passage of air to his lungs. a small smile breaks on his face, looking at the red stain on your tongue. “still sucking that damned lollilop?”
“hmm.” your smile turns into a smirk as you continue, “could be sucking on something much better.”
you press a kiss to his lips, and descend down his figure while continuing to kiss the exposed skin of his neck. his cock twitches when your face hovers over his crotch. you kiss his cock through the denim material of his pants.
“fuck,” he whispers between bated breaths, chest heaving to make room for more oxygen.
mingyu spreads his legs further, leaning back relaxed on the couch in his living room. his eyes stay fixated on your figure between his legs. heat licks his skin when you undo his zipper with your teeth. you gaze into his eyes as you do so and smile coyly before pushing the material down his thighs, letting it pool around his ankles. he makes it easier for you and kicks the cloth into some corner of the room.
you press gentle kisses on the tender skin of his thighs, hot breath fanning against sensitive skin. saliva collects in your mouth at the sight of throbbing cock. wrapping your finger around the base of his cock, you give it a few experimental pumps–just a measure to see how sensitive he’s feeling now.
his hips buck into your hand, chasing the addicting warmth of your palm on his cock. his tip weeps with pre, dripping down his length to where your hand is. using it as lube, you pump his length, forcing out more precum. his labored breath and string of curses falls on your ears, a sweet melody to satiate the ache in between your legs.
finally, you kiss his tip. the precum sticks to your lower lip as you pull back to take him in your mouth. and the sight is fucking heavenly when you wrap your lips around his angry head, humming as you taste him on your tongue.
mingyu is a gone man when you gaze at him through your eyelashes, mouth slacking to accommodate his length. he curses, resting his large hand gently on the back of your head to ease the process.
the hot wetness of your mouth is a much needed embrace. everything blurs in his head with each swirl of your tongue around his tip. nothing but the feeling of your warm mouth is present in his headspace now. he moans your name like it’s a habit.
you pull him out of your mouth and he whines at the loss of contact. the sound gets stuck in his throat when you spit on his tip and spread it over his length. his teeth sinks into the plush of his lower lip, skin turning red under the pressure.
and without warning, you take him in your mouth again. mingyu groans when you sink your mouth on his entire length. of course, you can deepthroat him without warning. years of practice makes perfect after all.
he fits snugly in your mouth, tip brushing the back of your throat. you suck his throbbing organ, and swirl your tongue around it. it’s been a while since you’ve did this and tears prickle your waterline. you glide your mouth along his length and release it with a lewd ‘pop!’ before taking him in again.
god, you’ve missed this. missed him bruising the back of your throat.
you move you head with an animalistic urge, lips tightly wrapped around him as you suck him greedily. your cheeks hollow and your eyes roll back each time his tip hits the back of your throat. the ache in your jaw builds up and tears stream down your face. but it doesn’t stop you from taking him all the way in.
your nose presses against his pelvis bone and your tongue reaches his balls. you wrap your fingers around the base, pushing his cock in further. his hips buck into the warmth of your mouth and the sounds of you gagging mixes with his guttural groans.
it isn’t long before mingyu’s twitching and throbbing inside your mouth. his thighs tense around you, abs undulating with the way your throat constricts around him.
“fuck, fuck!” he release in your mouth without any warning. warm strings of semen coating your mouth white. you still around his length, greedily sucking out all that he has to offer. you pull his cock out with a pop, and smile at him before parting your lips to show him his release. mingyu’s cock twitches again when he sees you swallow it.
your body flares up with lust and something darker. your underwear is basically a second layer of skin with your slick dripping through the material. your knees burn with ache as you stand up but you don’t show it as a smile perches on your lips.
a small yelp of shock leaves your lips when mingyu pulls you forward and kneels in front of you. his lips gently rest on your aching knees, soothing the flaring skin and aching bones. gods, how are you ever supposed to let go of him?
after he’s done tending to your knees, he slowly ascends to your eye level. his hands skate up your skin, brushing over your sensitive spots gently. he gazes deep into your eyes and rests his forehead on yours. a seemingly gentle moment in between this scandalous affair.
you rake your nails up his arms and curl them around his neck, enjoying the soft affection. he taps your butt and you get the cue to wrap your legs around his waist. mingyu hoists you up in his arms with practiced ease. you cling to his large frame while he walks towards the bedroom.
the bedroom his girlfriend frequents whenever she’s over at his place.
the faint smell of feminine perfume fills your nostrils and your heart twists violently beneath your rib cage. he settles you down on the bed gently with a kiss to your lips. your teeth sinks into your lower lip, a strange rot coils in your gut. jealousy.
and you can’t help but wonder if he treats her the same. you stare a hole through him while he discards the remaining articles of cloth off his body.
your eyes drift down his body, he’s gotten more buff and bigger than you remember. his hair is cut short, unlike long brown locks that you’re used to running your fingers through. even his skin glows differently.
the bitter aftertaste of the candy burns on your tongue. sometimes you get tired of sucking on the candy, so you end up chewing it. bits and pieces of which end up sticking to your molars, digging into your skin.
you hate it. you hate how you can picture his girlfriend beside him. how perfectly she’d fit in his arms. how he’d kiss her. and just how better she’d treat him than you. tears prick your waterline and you avert your gaze from his figure. but doom likes to follow you around and your eyes land on a polaroid of her and mingyu kissing.
your stomach twists and turns and acid builds up in your throat. mingyu is quick to catch on to your sudden change of emotions. he tries to refocus your attention on him with a gentle hand to your chin.
though your eyes are on him now, your mind seems to be somewhere else. guilt digs through his skin at noticing your glassy eyes. after all, he did promise you forever. but before he can open his mouth, you crash your lips into his.
it’s anything but soft. teeth and tongue clash in a rush of adrenaline. mingyu is taken aback by your sudden fierceness but he has no complaints. his breathy moans dissolve on your tongue as you glide it over his.
his hands are curious, caressing and tracing every corner of your body. your heat rubs against his rock hard cock and the sensation of the denim against his sensitive tip drives him crazy. he doesn’t waste any time, hooking his fingers under your top to remove it.
you wrap a hand around his throat before he gets the chance to remove your bra as well. lust tinged doe eyes stare up at you. your hand squeezing his airway brings a moan on his tongue. you won’t let him have you.. just yet.
leaning in closer, you brush your lips against his ear and whisper, “‘missed you so much.”
a raspy moan rakes from his chest, “missed you too, angel.”
the petname sends your nervous system into a meltdown. you pull away, eyes searching for any insincerity in his. your visage soften and the moment stills in time. as if nothing bad ever happened. as if it’s all the same as it was two years ago.
but a nagging voice resonates in your head—a question that beats in your heart. a question that you’ve asked him one too many times. one that he always answers in the same way.
“do you call her that too?”
you don’t mean to but venom poisons your words. jealousy rattles its tail at you, coiling like a snake in your gut. you hav—no, you need to know. even if it hurts you.
he shakes his head, the words spilling out of his lips. “no, never.”
it’s the same answer to every question you’ve ever asked him about his current lovers. doubt fills your veins but you believe his words. like you always do.
your hands itch to cradle his face but just as you raise your hands, mingyu switches positions, effectively pinning you underneath him. a silent scoff echoes behind your lips. right, you almost forgot what you were here for.
his hands are rough on your body—just how you like it. he yanks your underwear and pants off and a giggle escapes your mouth at his urgency. your bra soon joins the pile of clothes on the floor and you find yourself naked on mingyu’s bed. for the nth time.
you taste a soft sigh on your tongue when he wraps his lips around your pebbled nipples. chest arching up, chasing the warmth embrace of his mouth. his tongue gently flicks the bud, suckling it. his hand finds your untended breast, fingers toying and twisting the other bud. he turns his attention to the other bud, treating it the same.
your ex-boyfriend descends to the apex of your heat, leaving a trail of hot kisses on your exposed skin. you readily open your legs to welcome his mouth. mingyu’s eyes flick up to yours, warm breath fanning against the sensitive pearl. he presses a wet kiss to your clit, tongue greeting the little nub.
soon his tongue is deep inside your clenching hole, re-discovering all your weak spots. your legs rest on his broad shoulders, fingers buried tightly in his soft locks. your hips cant upward, desperately seeking the warmth of his tongue.
his nails dig into the plush of your thighs, leaving a mark that you may or may not regret the next morning. his tongue works on your clit with expertise, untying all pent up knots in your body. your stomach undulates with every quick breath—a sight that burns into his brain.
it’s only moments before you pull him up. he tuts, a small pout cinching his lips. he doesn’t voice it out but you hear it anyway. patience is still foreign to you. whether it’s chewing hard candy or never letting him eat you out to climax. you’ve not changed a bit.
or at least that’s what he thinks.
he complies to your wishes and lays on the bed. he still tastes you on his tongue as you mount him, core barely grazing his cock. the warmth radiating off your body, and the mixed scent of your perfume and sweat hazes his mind.
his fingertips glide on your skin, hands gradually settling on your hips. his hands fit perfectly on your hips, like they’re just molded for his hands. like you’re just his to hold.
his.
fuck, how could he forget? you’re his and he’s yours. it repeats in his head like a prayer as his eyes skate over your naked body on top of him. the light reflects off your skin perfectly, casting an angelic glow on you. his hands travel up your back and he digs his fingers into your flesh with an unconscious intent to mark you his.
you let out a soft giggle, noticing his eyes zeroed in on your tits. you lift yourself off his lap, allowing just enough space to take his cock in your hand. giving it a few pumps, you spit on the tip and smear it throughout his length.
your cunt throbs with the ache to house him in between your walls. you tuck your lower lip between your teeth as you guide his cock to your entrance. the room falls silent, reducing to the sounds of your labored breathing.
two moans echo in unison when his tip penetrates your core. you’ll never not miss the feeling of his cock stretching you out. your lips part, gasping for breath while adjusting to his girth. just a few months without him pounding you into the mattress and you’re already out of practice.
another moan resonates from him when you sink down, taking his entire length in. his eyebrows knit together, eyes closed shut at the way your walls clench around him.
you lean forward, resting your hands on his muscular chest before moving your hips. it’s a motion that you’ve practiced enough on his cock. and with the mischievous smile on your face, mingyu knows what exactly you’re trying to do.
“wanna bet how long you’ll last?”
you bring your hips down, meeting his in a rush. his reply is intercepted by the guttural groan resonating from his chest. “fuck,”
his fingers dig into the flesh of your sides as he helps you fuck him harder. the question is lost on him as you continue to rock your hips. his eyes are glued to where your body connects with his, mesmerised by the sight of his cock disappearing into your cunt over and over again.
and it’s so natural. to have you like this. to have his cock buried in your cunt on a random tuesday night. so much so that he forgets a crucial detail.
“does she fuck you like this?”
that brings him back to reality. cogs turning in his head as he finally remembers the existence of his ‘girlfriend.’ he bites his cheek, eyes still fixated on your hips. he waits for the guilt to seep into his veins but it never does.
maybe it’s not that he has forgotten his girlfriend’s existence but that he knows and simply does not care. sure, the guilt will find him on a random evening but all that he cares about now is you. you’re finally back in his arms and he’s not going to waste the seconds thinking about her.
something shifts in mingyu and he forces you off his cock and onto the mattress. he pins you down, mouth eagerly attaching to yours. his hands dig into your flesh, eliciting just the right amount of pain and pleasure and you’re sure now that he’s trying to leave marks.
he kisses you with a newfound possessiveness, tongue exploring all the corners of your mouth. and without warning, he enters your heat again. you gasp into his mouth but mingyu is unfazed. he breaks the kiss abruptly, big brown eyes gazing into yours with ardour.
“why do you bother asking when you know the answer?”
he wraps your legs around his waist as he penetrates deeper. one of his hands stays on your hips while the other kneads your breast. your cunt throbs wildly, aching to be abused.
“i wanna hear you say it,”
he doesn’t give you the answer you want. instead his lips are on yours again, tongue brushing against your lower lip. you comply and open your mouth to let him in. your moans melt on his tongue as he continues to thrust into your pulsating core.
his thrusts are slow and calculated. his veiny cock kisses all the right spots—the kind of expertise that only comes with practice. years of practice. years of being in love with you. his tip brushes against that one delicate spot, and the fervent kiss is interrupted by your moans. your toes curl and your feet lock behind his back.
your cunt clenches and pulsates around his girth, slick coating his length as well as dripping down to the mattress. the rhythmic creak of the bed and the wet noises of your bodies meeting arouse you more and more. his body heat licks your skin, igniting blooms of warmth all over your body.
your bodies meet again and again, merging into one another in a rhythm that only makes sense to you two. it doesn’t even cross your mind that you shouldn’t be here. that you don’t really belong there but it’s not your fault that you fit into his arms perfectly. and how whenever things fall apart, you fall into each other over and over.
a bad habit. that’s what this is—that’s what you are to each other.
his tongue brushes the roof of your mouth, gliding over your tongue. although mingyu’s the one discouraging your surplus sugar consumption, he’s also the one, rushing to taste the saccharin on your tongue.
your teeth sinks into the plush of his lower lip and he moans at the contact. he’s blissfully unaware of your antics as you rake your nails down his back with the intent of leaving marks. a set of hickies bloom on his neck and chest. you lick the skin that you bit and gaze into his eyes.
or maybe, he is aware.
his calculated pace is yet to turn erratic as he maintains eye contact with you. the consequences of your actions has finally dawned upon the both of you. but neither of you seem to be in a rush.
a wicked part of you even enjoys this. the fact he’d ruin a good thing just to get into bed with you again. but the emotions swirling in his brown eyes tell you a different story. you avert your eyes and instead focus on his cock that’s still drilling into you aching cunt.
“you still haven’t answered my question,” his eyes flutter close when your lips softly brush on his as you whisper.
“tell me,” you voluntarily clench around his length, trying to bring him to release. he utters a guttural groan and the sound sends tingles down your spine.
“am i ..” you trail off, skating your fingers down his sides and back. he drags his cock against your tight walls, eyebrows knitting as he inches closer to his climax. your fluttering walls do little to calm his nerves.
he’s too caught up in his ecstasy to hear your debauched words or to notice you slowly locking your legs behind his.
“better than her?”
“fuck, yes!”
it shouldn’t have turned him on like it did. the seedlings of guilt are washed over by the sweeping feeling of his orgasm. his body shudders and his mind numbs as he reaches his crescendo.
his instincts kick in and he tries to pull out when he feels your legs constraining him from moving away. he groans when you clench around him again and gives in. hot ropes of cum ooze out of his weeping cock, painting your walls white.
you wrap your arms around his back, holding him close as he empties his load into your abused hole. his labored breaths fan against your face. your lips pull up in a smirk when you notice his visage contorted in pleasure. and his parted lips only invite you in for more kisses.
he reciprocates the kiss as soon as you plant your lips on his. it’s gentle and soft, unlike anything that has spiralled this night. you continue to plant soft kisses all over his skin, holding him as he rides out his high.
mingyu pulls out with the remaining strength in his muscles. the exhaustion weighs down on him more than the guilt does and he falls on the bed, lying down beside you. a pout graces your lips as you clench around nothing. his cum seeps out of you, staining the sheets below.
your soft giggles permeate the air, filling the otherwise silent room. his eyes drift towards you, brows knitting together in confusion. “what?”
you don’t give him an answer and instead mount his figure again. his tan skin glistens, painting him in a godly glow. the slow rise and fall of his muscled chest calls you to run your nails down his abdomen.
“hmm,” a pout graces your lips. “i wanna come too, you know.”
the immediate apology on his tongue makes you smug. you have him wrapped around your finger and it’d be shortsighted to think that you aren’t just as down bad for him.
your heart thumps beneath the bony cage as he repositions you over his face. hot breath fans against your oozing cunt and old memories resurface. it’s bittersweet to think there was a time when you were so sure that you’ll marry him.
yet here you are, fucking him despite the fact he’s with someone else.
he licks up a stripe, tasting himself on your cunt. breathy moans leave your chest as his tongue digs deeper. his large hands glide down your thighs, comforting you while he works on bringing you to your release. your fingers dig into his locks, and you rock your hips on his tongue.
you swear that you didn’t mean to end the night like this when you approached mingyu. you thought you had moved on but seeing him there proved you so wrong. and like a moth attracted to the flame, you end up drifting towards him all the time.
and something tells you that this won’t be the last time you end up in his arms. the bitter aftertaste of the candy only makes you crave it more.
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☆ content. seungcheol x fem! reader. just cheol getting his pussy fill no matter what the time is. ☆ warnings. unprotected sex, missionary, mate press, creampie. ☆ wc. 0.7k+
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !
seungcheol ruts his hips against yours, thick thighs slapping against yours in a frenzy. his girthy cock stretches your gummy walls, bringing a pleasure that makes you moan uncontrollably. he presses his body weight against you, caging you in between his arms. and you’re so uncomfortably wet, slick dripping down to the bed.
“god, you’re so fucking wet.” he grunts against your ears, slipping his cock in and out of your abused hole with ease. you can’t even reply, already dumbed out on his cock. your whiny moans resonate through the walls of your bedroom accompanied by the sound of slapping skins and the creaking bed.
the digital clock on your night table reads 11:53. a few minutes away from tomorrow yet here you are, getting your pussy stretched to satiate the needs of your boyfriend.
he pulls back to watch the way his angry tip disappears between your pretty folds. your slick coats his cock, forming a creamy ring around the base of his cock. and god, the sound of your wet cunt squelching each time he enters you, drives him insane. he’s suddenly overcome with the urge to bury his tongue in your heat—a pavlovian reaction.
his eyes drift upwards, greeted by your tits bouncing with each and every thrust. and finally, he looks at your fucked out expression. eyebrows cinching, eyes pressed shut in pleasure, your lower lip tucked between your teeth, muffling your moans. he lifts a hand towards your lips, freeing your lip from your teeth. you moan out loud while making eye contact. just how he likes it.
you look fucking ethereal and he just fucking can’t take it anymore.
seungcheol briefly stops his movements to readjust his position. your tummy tingles with excitement as he pushes your legs towards your body, folding you in half. he leans forward, letting you rest your legs on his shoulders. his cock is still buried in your heat and the new position allows him to venture deeper.
he’s balls deep, cock twitching with the need to release. all his restraints break when you moan against his ear.
in an instant, your hands are pinned above your head as he drives his hips into yours with no mercy. your legs tremble on his shoulders and a lone tear escapes your eyes. your moans dissolve on his tongue as your lips meet. he tilts his head, tongue exploring every nook and crook of your mouth.
his rhythm turns erratic, each pound driving you closer to your climax. his tongue glides over yours, swallowing each of your moans.
you lose it all when he brings a hand between your sweat bodies to rub your sensitive clit. his thumb plays with the nub, drawing circles and pressing harshly against it. a certain drag of his cock and a press to your clit has you coming undone in his arms.
he breaks the kiss, and a string of saliva follows his lips. his thrusts carry more weight now, easing you through your climax. breathless moans spill from your lips, hips bucking into his hand as he’s still drawing slow circles on your clit.
his tempo breaks abruptly, cock twitching inside you as he inches closer to his release. you clench around him, tightening your walls around his length. he cums inside you with a loud moan, hips stuttering to a stop. he pushes deeper inside you, filling your abused cunt with his seeds.
you’re so overstimulated that your brain shortcircuits—you don’t remember anything else other than his name and his cock that is still buried deep inside you. and just when you thought he was done with you, he flips you onto your stomach. pressing down your back as he enters your cunt again.
the clock reads 12:05 as he thrust into your cunt again. getting fucked into a new day has never been better.
ᝰ seventeen getting jealous when you get hit on ft. hiphop unit !
⟢ content; hhu x gn! reader, established relationship, fluff, suggestive (16+)
⟢ wc; 2.13k words
⟢ warnings; slightly toxic jealousy in ww's part, pda, mentions of food.
☆ SEUNGCHEOL
god knows seungcheol has tried. he has tried so hard to curb his jealousy. he knows how it can come off and he certainly doesn’t want to chase you away because of his protectiveness. as much as he wants to be the nonchalant, cool boyfriend, he just fucking can’t anymore.
his stare burns through the air from all the way across the room. he tries to keep his eyes off you but it’s in vain. you’re just so infuriatingly beautiful. yeah, maybe he should focus on you rather than that guy …
easier said than done.
maybe it’s in his nature. maybe it’s the blinding euphoria of the honeymoon stage of the relationship. maybe you’re too pretty and the guy flirting with you is crossing the fucking line.
he can see the visible discomfort on your face as you continue being nice. wrath burns through his veins as he eyes the encounter between you two. and everything around him becomes irritating, fuelling his brightly burning anger. seconds turn into minutes and he is so far doing well with controlling himself. that is until that guy tucks your hair behind your ear.
fuck it.
before you know it, he’s by your side and you don’t even have time to react when he crashes his lips onto yours. big, burly arms pull you flush against him as he continues to share a deep kiss with you—an act far too intimate for the public eye.
the guy grows uncomfortable, having been made to sit in the first row to witness this sexually charged kiss. seungcheol catches his eye mid-kiss, a silent warning to back off. he finally breaks away from the kiss, smiling sweetly at you as if he just didn’t bruise your lips and smear your gloss.
“aren’t we a cute couple?” he asks, smiling at the other guy but it’s far from friendly. a protective hand remains on your waist.
he’s ticked off, seeing that the guy is yet to leave despite the several warnings. when his final straw is to be drawn, the guy finally talks. “cool physique, dude! if you don’t mind, can you share your routine?”
heart eyes. the previous heart eyes that were directed at you are now redirected at him. for some reason, seungcheol is overcome with an uncharacteristic shyness. but he’s still pissed off and the guy senses that, immediately apologizing to him. “sorry, that wasn’t cool of me to hit on your girl.”
and they start to converse with seungcheol still on edge but relatively less pressed. all while you thirdwheel the interaction, watching them flex their gains. a silent chuckle reverberates through your chest as your boyfriend tries to brag, clearly trying to “intimidate” him.
by the time they’re finished, they even exchange numbers and he sheepishly apologizes to you as well.
“see how reliable i am? aren’t I a cool, nonchalant, totally handsome and cute boyfriend?” seungcheol boasts to you, expecting you to shower him with compliments and kisses. but he’s met with dead silence and a stare that tells him he’s in trouble.
“i went through so much to just get your number and you gave it to him just like that …” he looks at you confused. a familiar emotion swirls in your eyes and he notices it immediately. jealousy?
“maybe you should be in a relationship with him instead.”
☆ WONWOO
wonwoo should’ve known better than attending a party together right after having an argument. he should’ve known that you would pull some tricks to tick him off.
and as he guessed, there you are, entertaining some guy clearly trying to hit on you.
a smirk pulls on his lips as he notices you constantly glancing at him, probably trying to infer if he’s growing jealous. but he doesn’t let you have the victory of making him jealous, perfectly concealing his feelings under a neutral visage and some alcohol.
the devil and the angel on his shoulders bicker back and forth on whether he should make up with you or rile you up. the alcohol clouds his judgement and the devil wins. after all, two can play the game.
so he decides to take pity on the girl who’s desperately trying to flirt with him. he engages in nothing more than a friendly conversation. wonwoo, despite the alcohol in his system, knows his boundaries and he’d never do anything that’d break your trust. he also knows you’re holding the same friendly conversation that only looks flirty on the outside.
… right?
he can’t help but take frequent glances at you as he barely converses with the girl. to his demise, you seem completely immersed in the conversation with that guy. his body grows slowly hot and the alcohol in his system makes it worse. he tunes out the voice of the girl, opting to stare into the void without any emotion.
he doesn’t notice that the girl had moved closer, placing her hand on his thigh. before he can tell her off, a hand grabs his shirt, pulling him out of his seat. the initial confusion fades away when he recognises the familiar scent of your perfume. smugness fills his system as you pull him through the crowd to an empty corridor.
the smirk on wonwoo’s lips grows and a new darkness swirls in his irises despite you pinning him against a wall with all your might. his hands find purchase on your waist, the heat of which causes goosebumps to erupt all over your body.
his eyes skate over your visage contorted with jealousy and down to your undulating chest. wonwoo has memorised all your behavioral cues—a blessing of having known you for years—so, he knows what’s coming next.
you crash your lips onto his, breaths mingling into one as you pour all your frustration into the kiss. it’s a nonverbal fight of some sort with both of you using all your anger and frustration to kiss the other. you’re not sure if you can even call it kissing, tongues meeting in a frenzy and teeth clashing as if you’re trying to prove a point.
wonwoo breaks the ‘kiss,’ chest heaving with each heavy breath. “ don’t you think we should take this behind closed doors?” the same smug smile draws on his lips before he tries to drag you somewhere private.
you stay rooted to where you are, and pull him back, pinning him to the wall again. it’s only then he notices the presence of both the guy and the girl from before at the end of the corridor. “no thanks, i’d prefer to show everyone that we belong to each other.”
your lips meet in a frenzy again.
☆ MINGYU
if mingyu was in a comic, he’d have a bulging neck vein and some steam exiting his ears right now. when mingyu imagined a group study session in the library with you and some mutual friends, this was not what he imagined.
he wanted to sit beside you, thighs brushing as you solved problems together and giggled now and then in a hushed tone. maybe he’d sneak in a kiss and watch you lower your gaze shyly. you would hold hands while waiting at the vending machine and laugh at stupid shit and just be in love with each other.
but the world would split into two and he’d grow wings if things ever went his way.
mingyu sits farthest away from you whereas you’re seated between two guy friends who are a little too close for his comfort. the book before him lies untouched and the pen in his hand is used to draw meaningless scribbles rather than solve problems. a heavy sigh leaves his lips and he pulls all the tactics to make you notice him somehow.
you remain immersed in your study, only ever looking away to clear any doubt your friends have. a clear sign that the frantic telepathic messages he has been sending is not working. maybe we’re not meant be, he thinks which is quickly countered by another thought—maybe you’re just dramatic as fuck. either way, kim mingyu is upset and clearly in need of some snuggles and sugar.
he leaves his seat to get some caffeinated sugar in his system, making sure to loudly ask everyone if they want anything. you finally look up at him—this is the fifth time you looked at him this evening (yes, he counted). with a small smile, you shake your head and resume your studying. the smile on his face drops and he stomps his way to the vending machine, quite dramatically.
the sound of your laughter fills his ears when he returns with a bunch of cold, metallic cans in his hands. your laughter brings a smile—ah, of course. now, why the fuck is that guy looking at you like that and what did he say so funny that you had to laugh out loud in a library?
the smile on his face drops and so does one of the cans in his hands. he loudly swears, looking down at the pool of fizzling brown leaking out of the busted can. he can give less fucks about wasted money, especially when he’s raging with jealousy and sadness. you probably even hate him more now, (he’s prone to overthinking.)
he feels a warm on his shoulder and your worried face comes into his line of vision, asking him if he’s okay. he shudders and leans into you, big hands wrapping around you in an instant. “i don’t feel well.”
a white lie made in efforts to keep you to himself. although he feels bad about lying and interrupting your study, he can’t help himself.
you excuse the both of you and pack your things and his. all while, he clings to your side dramatically. to everyone else, it’s quite obvious that he’s acting but your worry is blinding your judgement. your friends shake their heads in unison, watching you scurry off with a 6 ft 2” man clinging to your side.
only when you insist on taking him to a clinic, does mingyu comes clean. “i wasn’t emotionally well,” he pouts and continues, “i was experiencing ‘you’ deficiency and wanted us to have some alone time. please don’t kill me. i love you very much and want to have children with—”
famous last words from kim mingyu.
☆ VERNON
the most nonchalant being to ever exist. vernon has rarely ever expressed feelings like jealousy in regards to you and he’s cool with most things. what he’s not cool with is that definitely-not-your hoodie draped over your figure. (he believes his partner would have a better sense of fashion than that.)
out of curiosity, he asks you. “is that your hoodie?”
the smile on his face is wiped out when you answer, “oh. no! it’s actually han’s. he gave it to me ‘cause i was cold. i tried to refuse but he insisted… yeah.”
“oh, cool.”
“i can take it off—”
“no, it’s fine.”
the response is swift, uncharacteristic to him and he is most certainly not cool with it. not at all cool with the fact you’re wearing the hoodie of the guy who’s been trying to hit on you. vernon tries to be understanding—you were just cold and you did try to refuse. but that inky feeling gnaws at his insides and he refuses to acknowledge the fact that he is, indeed, jealous. the feeling grows and grows until he can’t take it anymore.
“take it off.”
you oblige and remove the cloth off your body, cold surrounding you in an instant. but the warmth returns soon as vernon places his hoodie around your shoulder and helps you wear it.
you’re basked in the familiar scent of him and the warmth makes you shudder in relief. it feels like home than the other cloth will ever feel like. flashing him a smile, you move to hug him from the side. he rests his arm around your shoulder and presses a kiss to your forehead.
“but what about you? won’t you feel cold?” you question in worry after inferring that he’s currently only dressed in a white tee and some jeans.
“i have a coat in my bag but thanks for worrying about me, babe.” he kisses your cheek. the small action makes warmth spread through your body and makes your face heat up.
he moves to wear the coat as you say, “i’ll go and return the hoodie–or should i after washing?”
“wash it.” he mutters instantly.
you frown at him, “i don’t sweat that much though,”
“just a gesture.” you nod and shrug.
vernon will never admit it but he hates the thought of another guy having a hoodie that smells like you. he’d rather spend a few bucks at the laundry than ever have that happen.
── .✦ content ; san x gn! reader, established relationship, tooth rotting fluff | tw ; mentions of food
a soft breeze of air caresses his hair, unmaking the effort he put into it. the sun sets slowly behind him, leaving behind a mix of oranges and pinks in the sky.
the day is almost over. san walks home to you, exhaustion clinging to his bones.
he enters the aging building—history seeping off the walls of the apartment, filling the space with a strange tranquility that you both love. with heavy feet, he trudges up the stairs. he securely holds a bag of your favorite food which sways with his movements.
fatigue washes down his back when he reaches the apartment door, unlocking it with familiar ease. a smile grows on his face when he hears your footsteps against the creaking wood.
this is what love is, he thinks.
this home that smells like you, and the beautiful smile on your face when you greet him. your arms naturally find their way around him despite his protests of being ‘dirty and sweaty.’
love is the tight hug and the gentle kiss you gift him each time he returns home from work. even if the sun is to fall on the face of the earth, san knows he'll be okay as long as he can return to you and your adamant ways of showing affection.
he hands you the bag of your favorite food, smiling at your gasp and the small ‘thank you.’ you press a kiss to his cheek followed by another and another one till he pats your butt with a scolding ‘hmm.’ but of course, you kiss his lips one more time before scurrying to plate the food.
the warmth of your lips linger on his skin and he stands there for a while with an ever-present smile on his face. the clash of a vessel with the floor brings him out of his trance. he hears your sweet voice singing a ‘sorry’ right after. with a chuckle, he goes off to freshen up and wash away the day’s exhaustion.
[ ... ]
the dining table you bought after searching and sorting through every store lies unused as both of you sit on the floor near the balcony.
the sound of silverware clanking against the dish gets lost in your shared laughter and fervent stories collected throughout the day's passing. love is asking about each other's day and listening to mundane activities and the occasional hot gossip with curious eyes and ears.
the chatter dies down by the time, the dishes are scrapped clean. a serene silence fills the air, only the occasional car honk accompanied by the whistle of the cold breeze present.
his hand naturally finds its way around your shoulders, pulling you close against him. the warmth of your body calms him down, and so does your pulse. and san swears that your hearts beat in sync.
you rest your head on his broad shoulder, silently staring up at the sky. the passing dark clouds conceal the moon and momentarily, the moonlight manages to seep through before being swallowed up again.
if san is ever asked the question ‘what is love?’ he knows that his mind will race back to you. back to this moonless night that is now etched into his mind. the steady sound of your breathing and the feeling of your pulse against his hand that holds you closely.
love is returning to a home where he doesn't feel the need to perform and be himself unapologetically. love is looking into your eyes before sharing a kiss, so ardent that it makes the moon hide behind the clouds shyly.
