☆ 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.
