Warnings: smut, minors dni! mutual masturbation, virtual masturbation (?), cum-licking, sexting, video sex, dirty talking, striptease, y/n fucks herself with a dildo, dildo tit-fuck, y/n cries a little, brat reader, brat tamer Hyunjin, vouyerism, y/n is called a brat, slut, kitten, princess, angel, bitch.
Characters: Hyunjin in a bathrobe x Fem reader + Lee Know, Changbin
Author’s note: Scheduled post. Continuation of this teaser. This fic is based this, this and this. Changed some stuff here and there, hope you'll like it. Not proofread. See you guys soon!
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Hyunjin’s never the kind to forget about things. He has a schedule and he does things according to them. Be it work or even his hobbies, he makes sure he portions out the hours of his days, so that he can do all that he needs and wants.
But in every situation, there’s an exception. And in the case of Hyunjin’s schedule, the exception is you. Anything that pertains to you, he will do everything in his power to postpone everything else and attend to you.
Unless you’re being a brat, sending him racy photos while he’s on tour, with voice notes that makes him so fucking hard – he would ignore you and not prioritise your needy self because someone has to teach you some fucking manners, no?
But again, in every situation, there’s an exception. No matter how bratty you are, Hyunjin can only stay strong for so long. Which is why he’s now in the bathroom, a hand around his cock, stroking, tugging and overall just pumping his cock with his hand, fast and lack of precision – he needs to be fast. It’s bad enough that he only realised that he only has 10 minutes before the Vlive he promised to do with his members starts, so he doesn’t need to go out there in public with an unsatisfied self-serviced handjob.
Yet it’s not that simple. Hyunjin misses you. Your fingers, your soft skin, your mouth, your lips and your cunt – he fucking misses you. And he’s trying his best to watch you through his phone screen that he had nicely set up on the sink counter, carefully against the mirror – and there’s you, nicely sucking on your own fingers just as told, looking so cute, so sexy, so fucking obedient.
You’re on speaker, loud enough for him to hear the sound of you sucking your own fingers so messily and it makes him imagine you sucking his cock, your small little mouth struggling to take all of him that he has to help you, has to thrust his hips so that you can be the pliant little angel who chokes on his dick. His mind is struggling to separate the sound of the shower running and the sound of you sucking, but he manages.
He’s so fucking close. Watching you just shoving your fingers in and out, sucking and most definitely imagining your pathetic fingers are his cock makes everything so much better. Not better than if you were really here with him but better than just imagining, of course.
But you’re nothing if not a cheeky little brat. Out of a sudden, you face the camera to your glistening cunt, making Hyunjin growl. You know he can’t be mad at you, not when he has his cock so hard, leaking and ready to cum. You know he can’t possibly talk from that distance because he would have to be loud. So the only option he has is to enjoy your little show, wet fingers meeting wet pussy and the sight of it is enough to make Hyunjin cum. So he does.
Hyunjin finally cums. He cums and it lands on the tiled wall, the familiar sound of Hyunjin’s controlled grunt – not your first rodeo of needing to have sex quietly – makes you scram to see the picturesque view of Hyunjin cumming and you can’t help but let out a moan, tongue nearly licking your phone screen because there is nothing more that would satisfy you than tasting Hyunjin’s cum.
And your man, your beautiful, mesmerising, breathtaking man looks ethereal like this – biting his bottom lip, chest heaving from his heavy breathing, head thrown back and cum shooting loads and loads of cum. You can do nothing but watch. Watch him pleasure himself while he thinks about you.
Hyunjin’s incessant stroking is nothing compared to what he’s imagining – he’s imagining you, his little kitten, on your knees and doing your best to catch all his cum. His cock is throbbing, his balls finally empty of cum as he hisses from the oversensitivity of still touching himself before finally deciding that it’s enough and he should stop.
Knock knock knock
Fuck, Hyunjin thinks to himself.
Still trying to catch his breath, Hyunjin signals you to keep quiet, his index finger coming up to his lips as a way to tell you to keep quiet yet the plan fails miserably because Hyunjin doesn’t realise that there’s cum on his finger and it only makes you want to moan more. But no matter how naughty you are, you still force yourself to hit the mute button, not wanting Hyunjin to get into too much trouble.
“Hyunjin-ah, the live’s starting in two minutes, come quick,” Changbin shouts when he doesn’t hear a word from Hyunjin.
“We won’t wait for you!” Changbin adds and Hyunjin just hums as a reply, eyes trained on you.
Slowly, Hyunjin licks the cum off of his finger, the act making you squirm – it’s so hot, so sinful.
He's going to have to get back to you later. Right now, he has to greet STAYs.
Jacking off and cumming before greeting his fans should be a crime. Hyunjin doesn’t even have the time to properly dress up. He dries himself, quickly puts on a pair of pants because he can’t fucking find his boxers anywhere and then throws a bathrobe on, hair still a little wet as he runs out, his phone in his hand, blowing up with messages that he assumes are from you because you always get in this hot and bothered mood of describing every single detail you want Hyunjin to do to you via text after a session of sexy video shennanigans.
“Hi!” Hyunjin announces himself as Changbin and Lee Know’s busy talking to STAYs, having big smiles plastered on their faces. Hyunjin should feel a bit guilty but he isn’t, he’s a man with needs and he has a girlfriend that he has neatly shoved in the closet of his other non-threatening-just-not-public-friendly skeletons, so he deserved that sliver of pleasure with you. His lovely, horny little kitten.
The live went smoothly, with them talking and joking around, Changbin playfully panicking about him wearing a bathrobe while Lee Know savagely tries to take the bathrobe off of him – all in the name of fun. When it ends, Hyunjin just knows the two members would noisily ask him questions about what took him so long in the bathroom.
Hyunjin anticipates it and he’s right. They bombard him with questions as soon as the live ended and he just laughs them off, mind more focused on the messages you sent him.
“I’d look really cute if I cried with your cock in my mouth, right, baby?”
“That bathrobe… tell Changbin to get his hands off of my man!”
“Minho too! Stop stripping my man, you whoRE!!!”
“Can’t I just suck your cock while you’re in that same bathrobe? Just once. Promise I’ll be extra good for you.”
What Hyunjin didn’t realise is that the two older members are reading with him.
“You were jacking off in the bathroom, weren’t you?” Minho speaks, chuckling at how desperate your texts sound.
“I was,” Hyunjin answers him calmly, knowing that there’s no use lying. “Do you wanna watch my girlfriend with me?”
“Baby, hi- wow, fuck.”
Hyunjin can’t help himself. There you are, on the other side of the screen, in a fucking bathrobe, yet it’s untied and he can see the valley of your soft tits, and he can clearly see your sinful pussy.
Oh he wants to bury his cock in that tight little hole.
“I thought I wanted to be matchy matchy with you,” you tell him, giving him a little giggle, knowing how much Hyunjin enjoys it when your actions don’t match your innocent voice and words.
“You watched the live?”
“Of course I did. Wouldn’t miss it for the world, baby!”
“Thank you, kitten. Quiz: Who were with me in the live?”
“Changbin and Minho. I told you already in the texts though, didn’t you read them?” you ask him with a pout, making Hyunjin laugh a little. Of course he fucking did. You even attached a picture of you on your bed, back facing the camera and your bra clasp undone - there's no way he would miss that and the words that come with it.
“I did. But I just wanted to refresh your memory because they’re here too,” is all Hyunjin says before he puts his phone on the tripod, just like how they did it for the live and you can now see three men, eyes feasting on your half-naked form.
You’ve discussed this with Hyunjin before, wanting to reward him and his members with a show because they work so hard. Out of all the Stray Kids members, Hyunjin’s the only one in a serious relationship, so that also means he’s the only one who gets pussy on the regular without worrying about finding fuck buddies who wouldn’t exploit them for fame.
“Hi,” the shyness in your voice is apparent. You’re caught off guard with the sudden audience but you’re not opposed to it. Hyunjin in a bathrobe, now sitting in between his two older members, watching you in a bathrobe.
“Hi, y/n,” Minho and Changbin say in unison, clearly excited to see a beautiful woman like you who has definitely been the main character in their wet dreams at least… let’s just say between five to ten.
“You better listen to my instructions while we jack off to you. Give us a good live show, baby.”
You look at him then at Minho and Changbin, instead of feeling guilty like a normal girlfriend, you instead feel excited. Horny. Needy.
Three men watching you? And one of them is your boyfriend in a fucking bathrobe?
Should you be a good little kitten or should you tease them just a bit before giving them the good stuff? The latter seems like a more appropriate and appealing option.
“Listen to you? Good live show?" you feign a puzzled intonantion. "But Hyunjin, baby, you were so stingy with STAYs just now, and as a STAY, I should give you a taste of your own medicine, right, Changbin and Minho?” you bat your eyelashes, smiling so sweetly, waiting to see Hyunjin’s reaction and if Changbin and Minho would play along.
“Very stingy,” Minho adds on to the fun, winking at you while he relaxes into his seat, manspreading.
“Don’t feed into her stupid little game,” Hyunjin growls, not looking at Minho but at you, eyes dark and heavy with lust and you just know if he were there with you, you would be spanked to oblivion.
“Then you shouldn’t be stingy,” Changbin smirks, nudging his elbow ever so slightly to a rather angry-looking Hyunjin.
Hyunjin can’t help but chuckle at how all three of you are ganging up on him. And he chuckles a little harder at the thought of you being so brave and acting like a dumb brat in front of his friends like he doesn’t have any power over you.
Hyunjin is about to say something but there you are, moving comfily onto the familiar bed, your phone a perfect distance away that it captures your body and the sounds you’re about to make.
“I’m not as stingy as you though, baby,” you greet them again, playing with the ends of your hair, acting like you can’t see the three men palming their cocks as they watch you.
“Feeling a little horny today. My boyfriend’s out of town, so I have to play with myself,” you feign sadness.
“If you were him, do you think you’ll leave me like this? All alone.”
You face your back to the camera, shimmying the bathrobe a little off your shoulder.
“Horny.”
Slowly, you let the bathrobe fall, showing the three men your backside, bending over a little to shake your ass at the camera.
“And helpless.”
With a sultry voice, you say, now turning your front to the camera, finally letting them see you, all in your naked glory.
“Fuck, fuck.” you hear Changbin curse, making you giggle. Your boyfriend and Minho are watching you with hawk eyes, Hyunjin’s fixated on your tits while Minho is trying to respectfully ogle your cunt.
“Can you help me, boys? Take the robe off of the pretty boy in the middle. I really need to see his cock, I miss having that big dick between my tits like this,” you ask them cutely, grabbing the dildo you conveniently have on the bed and sensually sliding it between your tits, feeling so turned on at the sight of three men watching you, awaiting your next move.
Hyunjin surprisingly lets Minho and Changbin do as you asked them to, their hands busy untying Hyunjin’s robe while Hyunjin stares at you, now anger is slowly seeping in between the lust he has.
“There you go, pretty girl,” Changbin announces as Hyunjin is now bare of his bathrobe, milky skin looking so smooth, abs begging to be touched and his nipples asking to be sucked.
Your mouth waters at the sight, your boyfriend, silent and angry and hot. He’s yours and tonight you’ll get to boss him around.
Or so you thought.
“What the fuck do you think you’re pulling, you dumb little brat?” Hyunjin asks calmly, eyes unblinking yet his cock is straining against his pants.
You can’t help but gasp a little at the familiar nickname, your little hand holding the dildo in your, squishing your tits even more between your arms, just like how Hyunjin likes it when he tittyfucks you.
“Nothing, just wanna play,” you pout, the brat in you taming as you start to slowly remember your place – the place where you’re nothing but an obedient, cock-hungry slut that would do anything Hyunjin tells you too.
“Is this how I taught you to play?” Hyunjin challenges you, wanting to see if you’ll keep this bratty persona up.
“You never let me play!” your voice is an octave higher than planned, making it sound like you’re really complaining. You can hear Changbin and Minho chuckle, their hands now back to palming their clothed cocks.
Hyunjin clicks his tongue, obviously pissed at you acting out in front of his friends.
“Fucking ungrateful bitch, aren’t you?” he hisses, pushing his hips up a little to push his pants down just enough to reveal his cock.
He wasn’t wearing anything underneath? Fuck fuck fuck
You can’t help but salivate at the sight, your boyfriend’s cock, red at the tip, veiny and hard, precum leaking and it makes you look at the dildo between your tits. It’s not Hyunjin’s and you nearly cry.
“What? You want this, want my cock?” Hyunjin smiles, feigning sweetness, wanting nothing but to teach you a fucking lesson.
“Show her your cocks, guys. Time for her to pathetically imagine what she’s missing – three big dicks compared to that pathetic dildo between her tits,” Hyunjin tells the two and those horny fuckers don’t even wait a second to free their cocks out of their pants, making you gasp at their size.
Oh you would feel so satisfied if they used their cocks in each of your holes.
“Wipe that fucking drool off of your face, you’re making it look like I don’t play with you enough, God you’re so fucking pathetic,” Hyunjin meanly says, making you whimper and pout even more, shyly wiping the little drool that did indeed drip from the corner of your mouth.
“Don’t- don’t be mean,” you whine, suddenly feeling shy being teased like this in front of Minho and Changbin.
“I’m treating you like the brat you are,” Hyunjin answers, voice cold yet cock leaking more than ever. He feels so powerful. You’re slowly crumbling, slowly showing your obedience, just like he trained you.
“What would you do to her if your girlfriend’s this naughty, Minho?” Hyunjin asks, making the man in question whistle in excitement.
“Easy. Wouldn’t let her cum for days,” Minho answers, laughing after your eyes widen, alarmed at the suggestion.
“Good choice. She cries so prettily when she doesn’t get to cum,” Hyunjin kindly offers the information, making both men groan and you whimpering in defeat.
“What about you, Changbin?”
“Would only fuck her with that dildo between her tits. Won’t give her a real cock. Won’t give her my cum,” Changbin says elaborately, hand actually already slowly stroking his dick, looking so ideal as a plug for your cunt after Hyunjin cums in you.
Oh what a dream…
“Filthy and perfect. Such a good punishment for an ungrateful bitch like her,” Hyunjin chuckles, clearly satisfied with how his two members are easily swayed to his side.
But before you get to say anything, Hyunjin speaks again. “Shut up and get on all fours. Now,” and that makes you whine a little, knowing that Hyunjin has the meanest punishment he can give to you virtually – the inability to watch him and his friends jerk off to you.
“Hyunjinnie,” you try to coax him into changing his mind, “promise I’ll be good.”
“On all fours or I’ll end this now.”
His handsome smirk and the two other men’s eager strokes on their cocks make you scramble. You’ll take the punishment as told, as long as this doesn’t end. This can’t end. You miss Hyunjin. You need him. You need him to tell you what to do with yourself.
Hyunjin fucking loves seeing you like this. On all fours, tits hanging, pussy glistening and all for him – with Changbin and Minho – to rake their eyes over, to feast their sight on and most importantly, to jerk off to.
That’s exactly what they’re doing now. Hands on their own cocks, watching you do as told, being an obedient little slut you should’ve been from the beginning.
“Push that fucking dildo in deeper, kitten. You know you can take it. I’m bigger than that, you know you can go deeper,” Hyunjin tells you, his palm now rubbing the tip of his cock, hissing at the feeling, imagining it’s your kitten licks.
You do as told, pushing the dildo in deeper, your back arching so prettily as your tight hole stretches around the silicone.
“How the fuck does she even fit you, fuck her hole looks so cute like this,” Changbin moans, already losing himself in the live porn.
“Bet he just pounds into her and fuck- fuck- she just takes it, her little cunt just takes it,” Minho adds to the commentary, his own hand stroking fast, not planning to withhold his orgasm.
“She does, don’t you, baby? Cunt so fucking greedy she’ll just take.”
Stroke.
“Take.”
Tug.
“And fucking take.”
Hyunjin says, speeding up his own hand, wishing it was you, wishing you had your mouth wrapped around him, wishing he could fuck that warm, tiny, stupid little cunt of yours. But this will have to do for now.
Him, with Minho and Changbin who are honestly background characters now with how Hyunjin’s focusing on the dildo you’re fucking yourself with, in the living room, jerking off and hoping he would be able to cum more satisfyingly than he did in the bathroom.
“Angle that fucking dildo a little to the right- yes, that’s it, baby. Found it, didn’t you? Found your stupid little spot?” Hyunjin chuckles, biting his lip, your loud, slutty moans mixing with the grunts and quite moans from the two men beside him.
“Wish you could see me, couldn’t you? Wish you could- fuck- wish you could see me right now, don’t you? Wish you weren’t such a brat so you could see us fucking our cocks into our hands while we watch you, huh?”
“More, baby. Just like that, fuck that dildo into that cunt. More baby, moan my fucking name.”
And you do. “Hyunjin, Hyunjin, oh fuck Hyunjin, so good, so good, need your cock, need more,” your sweet voice blasts through the speaker, mind so dumb you’ve only been saying the same things over and over.
“Fuck, fuck, so pretty, fuck I want to sink my cock into that- ah fuck!” Changbin is the first of them to cum, shooting his load without a specific aim, the white substance staining the floor, landing a little on Hyunjin.
Changbin’s breathing heavily while you cry, sobbing into the sheets, telling them you wanna see, you want to witness the beauty of men cumming because of you.
And that cry sends Minho to his orgasm, his cum shooting onto his abs and landing a bit on his chin. Minho’s less of a talker when cumming, only grunting and focusing on his hand movements, sighing in content when he finally reaches his high.
Your sobs accompany the squelching of your pussy, the sounds and the sight of you shaking, hand still working hard to fuck yourself with that dildo, ass moving in tandem with the movement of your hand and Hyunjin just knows you’re close.
He recognises your little gasps, the little incoherent words you’d spew and most importantly the way your little free hand grips the sheet, turning your knuckles white – Hyunjin memorises every little tell you have when you’re about to cum.
“You’re not letting her cum, are you?” Minho says, voice low, enjoying how the two lovers are in their own world, not actually caring about their audience.
You whimper when you hear Minho say that, scared that Hyunjin will really leave you high and dry.
“But she’s been so good though, giving us a show,” Changbin counters, not as mean as Minho because he truly feels that you deserve to cum.
With how much your tight hole’s been accepting that dildo, the least you could be given is the gift of cumming around it.
Hyunjin doesn’t pay much mind to the two. He loves that the boys had their fun but now it’s time for him to focus solely on his sweet kitten.
“You’ve always hated not being able to look, don’t you? Hate it when I deprive you of sight. You wanna look at me, don’t you?” Hyunjin speaks and you can only nod because you’re so close to cumming but you need just a little more to tip yourself off to a much needed orgasm.
“You wish you could see me right now, don’t you?” Hyunjin continues, now standing up, bathrobe resting on his elbows while his hand still pumps his cock. “You wish you could watch me pleasure myself, watching you use your cunt like this- fuck. You look so pretty. The prettiest when you’re all sobbing and desperate to cum, acting just like how you would if you’re fucking on my cock.”
“Turn around and fucking watch me then. Don't you dare go cumming without me, got it?"
And you do just that. You nearly fall face flat on the mattress but it’s worth it because you finally get to see the scene you’ve only been hearing.
Changbin and Minho are in the frame but they’re just being passive audience, choosing to stay quiet while they massage their balls.
But the main attraction is of course Hyunjin. Your beautiful boyfriend, pants pooling on his ankle, bathrobe still on and his cock fat, hard and leaking. You can’t help but moan his name, his pretty fingers working so deliciously around his own cock, making you cry out of frustration.
That should be your cunt. He should fuck his cock into your hole like that, only harder, faster and of course in the angle that only he knows how to reach.
“Don’t- don’t stop, pretty kitten. Be good and rub- fuck fuck!- rub your clit and fuck yourself on that dildo.”
That’s all you needed from Hyunjin, his instructions etched in your mind and you do as told. Right hand pushing the dildo in and out of your cunt, while you use your left hand to rub your clit, your thumb really being the main star of the event.
You can’t help but close your eyes, feeling so good, so fucking euphoric. It’s like electricity’s coursing through your body, tingling so satisfyingly. But Hyunjin wants you to look at him as you cum.
“Watch me, watch me cum and cum with me.”
There he is, jerking off to the beautiful sight of you and when you make eye contact with him, you lose it – your walls flutter around the dildo, your wrist trembling, your whole body shaking as you finally reach your high, cumming and cumming and cumming, and all you can think of is Hyunjin.
So pretty, so fucking beautiful in his bathrobe – the same bathrobe he was in when he greeted his fans – blonde hair wet from his sweat, matted to his forehead and God, his cock. His fucking cock. Finally cumming around his pretty fingers and it throbs, it throbs in his hand and you can imagine how it would feel like in your cunt.
“Hyunjin,” you moan for the last time before giving in to the tiredness, sleepiness overtaking your whole being, body still shaking, cunt now alternating between clenching and unclenching around the dildo.
“Good job, baby. Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” Hyunjin praises, knowing how it’s the limited thing he can do to make sure you know he appreciates you for doing this for him.
“You did so well, baby. So well. I’m here, I’m here, angel. I’m here, hmm?” Hyunjin says softly, wiping his sticky hands on the bathrobe, taking his phone off of the tripod. He watches a small, fucked out smile adorning your face and he smiles too.
“Tell y/n we said thanks.”
“She’s really the best kitten. I’ll treat her to the ice cream place she loves so much when we come back.”
You hear Minho’s and Changbin’s voices in the background and Hyunjin humming in response to them.
“We’re going to have to clean up a little, hmm? Then my kitten can go to sleep,” Hyunjin tells you softly but the thought of cleaning up makes you whine a little.
“I promise to sing you to sleep if you clean up like a good little kitty, hmm? Deal?”
Even in your sleepy state, you can’t possibly pass up the opportunity to listen to your boyfriend’s sweet voice singing you to sleep. You nod tiredly, hand reaching the dildo, slowly pulling it out.
“I love you so much, y/n, my sweet princess.”
“I love you too, Hyunjinnie.”
Tonight’s the live session with Jeongin.
“Will you wear that bathrobe again?” your cheeky voice accompanies the sound of the water running.
Hyunjin just finished cumming in the bathroom – again.
And this time, he hopes Jeongin will be as nosy as Changbin and Minho were because it’ll be nice to get to play with his cute, maturing, little maknae.
“I’ll wear the bathrobe again,” Hyunjin says with a smile. “For you, for STAYs and this time, for Jeongin too.”
Pairing: Perv! Coach! Hyunjin x afab! Tennis player! Reader
Genre: Smut
Content Warnings: Tennis player au; perv patters; dirty thoughts; mentions of groping; fellatio; fingering; cunnilingus; unprotected sex; creampie
Word Count: 1.2k words
Mellow speaks: Been sitting in my inbox for a while and I'm finally posting it!! Perv fics are really enjoyable to write lmao so i hope you guys like this!
There you go again, bouncing around the court in your tiny skirt, the fabric swishing around your legs as you wave your racquet in the air. You would be sure being a tennis player doesn't have anything to do with being sexy, but in hindsight, if you think about the way your skin shines as the sunlight bounces off it, or the way your shorts peek out from under the hem, it's not too hard to imagine why someone would lose their minds at the sight.
Especially if that someone is your coach, Hyunjin, the person who's seen you wear all sorts of unintentionally sexy outfits during the two years he's been training you. From the yellow shorts you save for your matches, to the sports bra you put on while going jogging in the morning, he's had the pleasure of seeing them all, and yet, he has to say his favorite is the very white skirt you're wearing right now, coupled with that baby blue crop top.
It's not his fault if he lets his mind wander a little whenever you're under his gaze, or so he tells himself, reasoning that it's only natural to be aroused upon seeing such a heavenly figure. It's only natural to want to run his hands along that supple skin, and to place kisses to all the places of your body that no one else has ever seen before.
Because to him, it appears as if you're doing this on purpose, just to rile your poor, musing coach up until he can't take it anymore and does something that's not right by the book. And you're not exactly proving him wrong either, not when you beckon for him to help you out a new move, a shy smile on your face while your hand shields your eyes.
It's like an invitation to him, his mind clouding over with darkness despite the brightness of the day as he saunters over. "Yes, darling?," he chuckles, and you can't help but get flustered at the pet name he uses for you. He's told you a handful of times how he's always this friendly with his students, but you can tell that you're the only one for whom he's got that word reserved. And you can't exactly say you don't like it, because who doesn't enjoy the attention, especially if it's coming from a guy as hot as Hyunjin?
So you let him be, let him take a place behind your form as his hands gently make their way to your shoulders, snaking down your arms and getting you in position. "Your stance is too stiff," he mumbles against your ear, his teeth only barely grazing the skin of your earlobe as he fights the urge to bite down at it. The feeling leaves a tingling in its wake, making you gulp a little as he moves even closer, his chest now pressed flat against your back.
He might as well be in heaven right now, judging from the way he almost finds himself unable to hold back the smirk that threatens to paint his lips, the part of his body that rests between his thighs urging him to pull you to him by the waist, eager to feel the way your hips would be rolling against his own. "Relax, darling," he mutters, his hands slipping away from your arms and choosing to feel down your sides and come to rest near your butt as he positions you correctly (or pretends to do so, anyway).
You know exactly what he's up to, but there's nothing you can say, or rather, nothing that you want to say. "Feel one with your racquet, act as if it's a part of your being." That's the final piece of advice he gives you, before pulling away to monitor your moves from a distance. Though both you and him know that's yet another pretense, and what he really plans on doing is enjoying the view from the best place, wanting see each and every move of your body.
Feeling his eyes raking across your form, you raise your arm, the ball in your hand being tossed into the air as you slam it down, lifting your body up into the sky. The ball does a clean smash on the other side of the net, and while Hyunjin was supposed to be praising you for getting the move right at last, he finds his mind too preoccupied with how gorgeous your midriff looks as your top rides up your torso, the urge to touch you even more overwhelming than before.
All of a sudden, all he can think of is how badly he needs to feel every inch of your skin against his fingers, calloused from playing tennis for years. He wants to press his lips to the warmth that lies in the valley of your breasts, and he wants to life that short skirt up your legs and discover all the secrets you've kept hidden under the outfits you wear. He needs to love your body, he needs to worship each and every curve and dip.
He needs to feel your nails digging into his back as he leaves open-mouthed kisses to your neck and throat, and he needs to hear you moan in that velvety voice of yours as he shoves his tongue into your core and licks stripes and shapes up your pussy. He wants to feel your lips get wrapped around his cock, and he wants to feel the way your palms run up and down his length and massage his balls as you go down on him, showing him stars in the daytime.
He wants to see your body, see the effect that playing tennis for hours every day has had on it, and he wants to bury his face between your breasts while his cock thrusts and twitches inside you, and he wants to push his seed that spills out of your hole, back into it and fill you up. Yeah, he wants to fuck you. Fuck you inside the changing room, against the lockers. He wants to drag you to his car and fuck you on the backseat, and then he wants to bring you to his home and fuck you against every surface, from the kitchen counter to the bed. He wants to reward you for being a good student, and he wants to punish you for being so distracting.
He knows what he wants to do, he's known it for a while now. But until today, what he didn't know was how he was going to do what he wanted to do, yet in this moment, he thinks he finally knows. The tournament is coming up, and being the star that you are, he knows you're gonna win. He'll have plenty of time to give you a prize after that, and a good reason too.
And until that time comes, he can always rely on the stock of photos he has of you (to show you how your form changes throughout a match) to help him through the night.
— summary: what does your bestfriend of two years do when he finds out you’ve never been eaten out before? he offers to do it himself, of course.
— rating: 21+
— wc: 3.5k
— warnings/content: non-idol!au, mentions of alcohol and vomiting, MESSY oral(f receiving), spitting, fingering, dirty talk, multiple orgasms (please let me know if i missed anything!)
— a/n: hihi i’m back! it’s been awhile since i’ve written anything so i’m a bit rusty, please be patient with me! the your eyes m/v awakened something inside of me so here we are, friends. i might turn this into a little series if people end up liking it.
title track: i’ll make those insecurities disappear
i. hyunjin x thicker reader
ii. mentions of past fwb, talks of insecurities, mentions of sex, very suggestive so minors dni
iii. if you like this please leave a comment or reblog to show your support <3
“Do you have any insecurities when it comes to sex?”
You felt your body freeze as Hyunjin placed the card onto the discard pile. Your eyes flickered between the deck and your drink, seriously, seriously, considering just drinking the liquid in your glass and not answering. But this was Hyunjin, your closest friend—your best friend even, and you knew he wouldn’t judge you. However, at the same time, you weren’t sure you should even be having this discussion with him, game or not.
‘That’s what it was, just a game. A stupid game but still a game nonetheless.’
♡. summary: you two are only best friends and nothing more, yet why does your heart always seem to race when he is around?
♡. a/n: first, i want to thank you all for the love the first part got, i’m honestly so happy!! :(( i really wasn’t expecting it so i’m very grateful! <33 here’s the promised maknae line, hope you like it :)
hyung line!
꒰ °JISUNG ꒱ - always brushing against you in some way and then acting like nothing happened.
“Excuse me.” Came Jisung’s voice from behind as he once again, set a warm hand on your hip to move you out of his way. It all happened so quick, you only registered it after when he already moved past you to get to his snacks. For some reason, Jisung developed a habit of always doing this lately. And by this, I mean, finding any excuse to touch you in some way at least three times a day.
Be it either hovering behind you while getting something from a high shelf, his chest barely gazing your back and making shivers run down your spine, or reaching up to wipe water droplets from your lips, Jisung couldn’t stop teasing. Granted, they were all pretty harmless touches yet stacked, they were starting to get to you.
Fixing your hair, your necklaces or getting super close to your face until his nose brushed against yours just to admire your eye makeup, all of these gestures were frustrating you beyond belief. Which they shouldn’t since Jisung was your best friend but also; best friends weren’t all up in each other’s space like that.
It’s like he couldn’t keep his hands to himself lately and that…your heart could not handle that.
Having enough, you finally voiced your frustration. “Why do you keep doing that?”
Turning around, he raised a dark eyebrow in wonder before plopping a gummy bear in his mouth. “Doing what?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms up and giving him a glimpse of your exasperation. The same one he’s brought upon you. “Why do you keep – “
But just like that, your mouth closed once you realized what you were about to ask him, feeling your face start flushing at the hidden meaning behind your otherwise innocent question. Why does he keep doing what? You couldn’t finish that sentence without making it weird because truth be told, there was no other way for you to put it!
There was no way you were going to let him see how much what he’s been doing got to you, especially since you knew him. Han Jisung was a tease and a tease would keep pushing your buttons until he got the satisfaction of seeing you quiver in front of him.
“What was that?” he pressed on, getting away from the snacks before starting to move in your direction with the biggest smirk on his smug face. That same smirk only widened as he saw you start to back away with each step he took, wanting to increase the distance between you two to be able to keep your composure. Because you knew – once he invaded your person bubble it was over.
And game over it was when you suddenly came to a stop once your back collided with the counter, making you curse under your breath for miscalculating.
“Y/n, y/n” he cooed, shaking his head in the process while faking a pout. “Why are you running, baby?” the last part of his sentence came out whispered as he finally reached you and settled both of his palms on the surface behind your back, successfully caging your body.
His mesmerizing eyes never left your own as he leaned even closer, brown locks hovering over his forehead while he licked his lips and stared at you like you were the most beautiful person in the world. The air shifted in that moment, a thick tension falling upon the both of you when you finally let your hands travel upwards his body before settling around his muscular arms for support.
“Tell me baby.” He exhaled, trying to hide his shaky breath as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear and made goosebumps appear all over your skin. “What should I do?”
There was a lot of stuff you wanted Han Jisung to do to you but at the end of the day, you were only best friends. And best friends didn’t do any of that.
♡. genre: suggestive (that really isnt a genre but idk in what category to put this gdsjhg)
♡. summary: you two are only best friends and nothing more, yet why does your heart always seem to race when he is around?
♡. a/n: this is basically sexual tension with skz lmao. if someone likes it i’ll post the maknae line too but for now, enjoy this. special thanks to laure @byunfirstlady for reading this for me and being so supportive as always ily <3
maknae line!
꒰ °CHAN ꒱ - sitting in his lap while he works on a new song
Just as the hours went by, Chan’s patience was starting to run thin too, getting more and more frustrated by the minute. It seemed like nothing was going his way as he sat there in front on his laptop, typing, deleting, cutting and adding other sounds and melodies to the new song he was making. So, being his best friend, you wasted no time in standing up from the small couch to approach him when he finally pushed his chair away and let his head fall back with a sigh, running his hands over his beautiful bare face.
Without saying a word, you then plopped yourself in his lap, the same one that’s been silently urging you to do so since the beginning of this little hang out. And Chan being Chan didn’t say anything and only let his arms come and wrap themselves around your form, pulling you closer to make sure you were actually comfortable.
“Let’s take a break, yeah?”
He agreed with a nod, letting his head slowly fall down to bury his face in the crock of your neck. The feeling of him letting out a tired sigh against your sensitive flesh almost made you shiver, that paired with him inhaling your sweet scent before basking in it enough to drive you crazy. It felt so comfortable, so right to be this close to him when it shouldn’t. You weren’t a couple; these types of touches should not be shared so easily between you two.
You melted into his arms, feeling like the happiest person in the world as you shifted slightly to find an even more comfortable position. It was like floating on a cloud, so serene and peaceful that if it was a dream, you never wanted to wake -
“Stop moving.” Came his voice full of exhaustion, a bit shaky and airy as his hold on you tightened to keep you still. Oh-
But where was the fun in that?
Crossing one leg over the other, the action still provided just enough friction to make the man under you actually groan this time, the sound so sweet and hot that it had your heart almost beat out of your chest.
“Y/n.” he warned, unwrapping his arms from around your waist and planting them on your hips, succeeding in keeping you still as he caught his breath, calming down. You could feel his own heart pound against your back, visibly just as nervous as you were. Chan was always so composed and put together, some might say ‘cocky’ yet right now, under you, he was slowly but surely falling apart just because of your little teasing touches and that realization had your heart swell up with pride.
Dammed be the title you put on your relationship, that honestly didn’t matter anymore.
Turning your head to the side, his own was still in your neck, hiding away from the world and your burning stare. Wanting him to lift his gaze, you leaned in and planted a peck on his soft cheek, making sure to linger there for a few moments more to give him the opportunity to memorize the feeling of your lips on his skin and ultimately, crave more.
“Channie.” You whined when his only response was to hug you closer, not granting your wish to see his eyes. To see the desire in them.
summary. you go mattress testing with your boyfriend han just for fun (and you were mistaken for a married couple, how strange!!)
warnings. suggestive joke or two >.<
a/n. posting this as a thank you post for 600 followers!!! thank you again, from the bottom of my heart <33 mwah ily!!!
"yaaah" you stretched your arms in the air, yawing and han stopped for a bit, throwing his head back while laughing
"are you tired? i bore you that much?" he teased and pinched your cheek. you shook your head and put your hands down. han immediately took yours in his and put it in his hoodie’s pocket.
"mhm. but just a bit. the date was amazing but the broken elevator…" you sighed, recalling han’s laughs as you struggled while taking the stairs to the 9th floor.
"i wish i could carry you on my back… but i’m too exhausted" han mumbled and you noticed his gaze shifting somewhere behind you. "although…"
"huh?" you hummed. as you were about to turn around, han grabbed your hand out of his pocket and pulled you.
a nice, warm breeze hit you and made you even sleepier. you saw han look around to find a good mattress.
"let's sit on the biggest one" you hummed and pointed at it. as you walked up to it slowly, han - after making sure no one is watching - jumped on it, letting out a groan.
"aich, this feels like a rock--" he mumbled but because his face was buried in the material, his words were muffled. you chuckled and sat next to him, bouncing on the mattress.
"ugh, you're right" you patted it and han turned around to look at you. you locked eyes with him and smirked a bit "sometimes, but just sometimes, size doesn't matter"
as he sent you a death glare, you heard a scoff. you turned around and saw an employee approaching you two.
"uh, hello" han smiled softly, his cheeks dusted in pink.
"hello! how can i help you today, mr and mrs...?" the employee, an middle aged lady, asked looking at you two.
"we're not--" han started and you slapped his knee.
"han" you nodded, smiling softly "we're looking for a... well, uh, for a mattress"
han scoffed yet he was still taken aback by your response. han y/n. sheesh, it has a nice ring to it. and fits you.
"what are your preferences?" the woman asked and you scratched your neck. honestly you just wanted to sleep. you looked at han, searching for help anf he giggled.
"my wife..." he started and you felt your cheeks redden. han smirked and wrapped his arm around you, bouncing a bit on the bed "... she liked soft mattresses. not too soft, though. but like, you can dip in it and instantly fall asleep"
"mhm, mhm, i see." the employee hummed and nodded "follow me, please"
han stood up and gave you a hand. you grabbed it and rested your head in the crook of his neck, avoiding his playful smirk.
"wife my beloved, did cat got your tongue?" jisung whispered, placing a loving kiss on the top of your head.
"shut up, han" you mumbled and the employee turned around, showing you a mattress.
"you're a han too now, you know?" he hummed and you just punched his arm.
"i'll leave you alone now. if it's not the one, i'll be around. feel free to ask if you got any questions" the employee nodded and was about to turn around when she added: "i hope it doesn't come off as weird but it's so refreshing to see such a young couple of married people deeply in love. mr and mrs jisung, you make a great couple"
"uh- thank you" you mumbled and han nodded awkwardly, sitting on the bed.
as soon as the employee left, you pushed han onto the mattress.
"y/n, here...?" he hummed with a boyish smirk on his face. han put his hands around his head and watched you lay down next to him, resting your head on his chest.
"you're a menace to society" you mumbled and wrapped your hands around his torso.
"but you love me..." han smiled softly, one of his hands landing on your arm and pulling you closer "... mrs han"
"yeah, yeah" you sighed, closing your eyes. "now let me sleep"
in a matter of seconds you - indeed - fell asleep. han couldn't stop smiling like a fool, recalling the woman's words... "it's so refreshing to see such a young couple of married people deeply in love. mr and mrs jisung, you make a great couple".
You were startled as a flash of red and blue slipped through Hyunjin’s window, hitting the floor with a harsh thud. Your eyes widened slightly as you watched the masked man groan at the impact, dropping his head into his hands.
His gloved hands reached up to pull the mask from his head, revealing an all too familiar face to you.
“Fuck me,” Hyunjin groaned as he let his head drop back against the wall.
If you weren’t feeling so many conflicting emotions your knees would have weakened at the sight. You could see the thin sheen of sweat glistening against his neck. The hair framing his face was damp from being confined under the mask. Your eyes flickered across his face, eyebrows furrowing as you took notice of the small cut across the bridge of his nose, faint bruising starting to bloom on his cheek and his busted lip.
pairing: hyunjin x reader
word count: 2,4k
summary: i love you. three words, so affectionate, yet so hollow.
a/n: nah bc toxic hyunjin got me feeling some type of way …
warnings: mentions smoking, mentions alcohol, mentions drunk people, toxic relationship, cheating (kind of?), hints of sex
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Sometimes you would wonder how it felt to be loved by someone. Not because you weren’t loved, you were; you knew your friends loved you, and your family. But it was a different kind of love compared to the love you longed for, sure, they would always compliment you and embrace you every time something went wrong. But every time you spotted a couple in public, holding hands or laughing together, you couldn’t help to wonder what it would be like; to feel loved like that. That was until you met him.
I love you. Three words, so simple and yet so meaningful. It was a bittersweet feeling, falling in love with him. The way he would light a cigarette under the kitchen fan and let you admire him from afar as you leaned against the doorway, only wearing his shirt; it was hard not to fall for him. And he already knew. He could see it in your eyes, that you loved him. He could see the admiration in your eyes, the admiration he so desperately craved. The admiration you gave him without hesitation. Three words. So affectionate, yet so hollow; at least that’s what it felt like while looking at him. Three words, three words that never left his lips.
You had felt your heart flutter the first time you met him, there was something about him that had you attached the moment you laid your eyes on him. It was your friends who had introduced him to you, introducing him as Hyunjin. You had never fallen in love before, but you knew the second he smiled at you and shook your hand that there was something special about him. You would find yourself looking his way more often than you’d like to admit that night, but each time you looked his way; he’d already be looking at you. Even though he was there with his friends and even though all of your friends were there, he only looked at you. That’s where it all started.
Tall skyscrapers with big screens mounted on the sides were lighting up the streets, different commercials flashing on each one. The night sky was covered by big, grey clouds; the cool autumn breeze hitting your face. There were groups of people stumbling by, drunk out of their minds, and their friends trying to sober them up. It was a Friday night and you found yourself in the middle of Seoul, hugging your coat closer to your body in a desperate attempt to shield yourself from the cold winds.
You weren’t there to drink. Your friends had invited you out to drink with them, but you had declined. You already had plans for the night. It wasn’t visiting your family like you had told your friends, no, you had completely different plans. Him.
‘’You came,’’ A satisfied voice spoke up behind you, causing you to turn around. There he was, standing tall; like always. His slender figure made you feel like you could collapse just by looking at him, the smug look on his face making your heart beat faster. You smiled at him, looking up into his eyes. His eyes were glossy, his hands shoved into his front pockets. ‘’Of course.’’ You breathed, completely drowning in his eyes. A small smile formed on his lips.
Even though you had been spending almost three months seeing him, he was still a mystery to you. You could never tell what he was thinking or feeling, even in these moments. Where you would stare into his eyes, searching for any type of emotion. No matter how long you stared, you could never make out what he was thinking. In some way, that’s what got you so attached; never knowing how he felt. But that was also your downfall.
You loved him. You knew you did. You had been seeing him for almost three months, yet you were so sure of the fact that you loved him. You found love in everything he did, the way he’d hold your hand while crossing the road or the way he’d look so concentrated while working. But the thought would still linger, how it felt to be loved by someone. He did things that made you think he loved you, like kissing your forehead and stroking your hair, thinking you were asleep; when in reality, you were just pretending to be asleep. But he also did things that left you confused. He could become a completely different person at times, he would become someone you didn’t recognize as the Hyunjin you had fallen head over heels for.
He would leave you hanging for days, completely ignoring your calls and texts; breaking your heart each time. Then he’d show up at your door with the smile you loved so much plastered on his face, making it impossible for you to do anything else than melt at the sight of him. You also noticed the way he’d drop your intertwined hands every time you went to hang out with your friends, almost like he didn’t want anyone to see. Almost like he was ashamed to be seen with you.
‘’Did you have a good night?’’ You asked as you entered the door leading into his apartment, your hands intertwined. He just hummed in response, nodding his head. You looked up at him, admiring him as the dimly lit lights hit his face. It was moments like these that had gotten you so attached, the way he’d hold your hand so confidently whenever you’d be alone. It was these moments that made you forget about the way he’d treat you sometimes. Like when he’d act so cold, leaving you to wonder if he actually loved you the way you loved him.
Your eyes met his. A small smile formed on his lips, slowly letting go of your hand. ‘’Come here.’’ He mumbled as he placed both his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. ‘’I missed you,’’ He mumbled into your hair, letting one hand leave your hips as he brushed away the hair covering your neck. You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. His lips suddenly brushed against your neck, causing you to close your eyes in pleasure. Something about the way he’d touch you made you crave more. He pressed a soft but sloppy kiss against your neck, making you tilt your head to the side; practically begging for more, just like he had anticipated. He continued to kiss down your neck, his nails digging into your hips.
That’s when you saw it. You slowly opened your eyes, your whole body going stiff the second your eyes fluttered open. You stared at his exposed neck, spotting the purple mark just below his ear. You knew what it was the second you saw it, recalling the number of hickeys he had left all over your body; claiming you as his. He continued to kiss down your throat, not noticing the fact that you were no longer drowning in his arms; not noticing the way you were frozen in shock. ‘’Hyunjin,'’ You breathed, still staring at the purple mark. He hummed against your neck, his lips still connected with your sensitive skin. ‘’Hyunjin.’’ You repeated in a stern voice, pushing him off you.
He looked at you in confusion, one of his eyebrows raised. ‘’What?’’ He let out, a hint of anger lingering in his voice. You shifted your gaze from his neck, meeting his eyes. They were dark brown, darker than normally; you could tell he wanted nothing more than to continue kissing down your neck. ‘’What’s that?’’ You asked, pointing at the mark on his neck, even though you were well aware of what it was. He lifted one of his hands, touching the purple area. ‘’What’s what?’’ He asked, confusion still lingering in his voice. You stared at him, your heart sinking as you slowly realized what had happened. ‘’The hickey.’’ You managed to get out. You could tell that your words took him by surprise as his eyes widened for a second, before returning to his normal smug look. ‘’Ah,’’ He chuckled, rubbing his neck. ‘’Why are you asking if you already know what it is?’’
Your lips parted in shock, still staring at him. ‘’What the fuck Hyunjin,’’ You breathed, trying your best to stay calm. He just looked at you, like he didn’t understand why you were getting upset. ‘’What?’’ He asked once again. His reply just made you laugh in disbelief. You couldn’t believe what was happening, shaking your head in disbelief as you broke eye contact. You grabbed the coat hanging behind him, causing him to turn around. ‘’Are you leaving?’’ He asked, watching you as you put your coat on. ‘’Yes.’’ You coldly replied, slipping one of your shoes on. He just chuckled, grabbing your arm. ‘’Don’t be silly, it’s too late for you to go home on your own.’’ You looked back up at him, feeling like you could throw up by just looking at him. ‘’Get the fuck off me,’’ You hissed as you snatched your arm away.
Hyunjin had never seen you like this and it took him by surprise. He was so used to you always listening to him, it was so easy to convince you; one look at you and he knew you couldn’t say no. This time, however, was different. No matter how long he stared at you, you just stared back at him in disgust. ‘’You’re being dramatic Y/N.’’ He exclaimed as he watched you slip one of your shoes on. You didn’t reply, you just continued to get ready to leave. At this point, you wanted nothing more than to get as far away as possible from him. He slowly realized he couldn’t make you stay by just looking at you, making him slightly panic. ‘’Babe, c’mon.’’ He muttered as he grabbed your arm once again.
‘’Babe?’’ You hissed, looking back up at him. If you looked close enough, you could tell he was almost panicking at this point; but there was no way he would let you see that. ‘’Why are you getting so upset all of a sudden?’’ He exclaimed, slightly raising his voice. He desperately wanted to be the one in control, like he always was. ‘’Because I love you Hyunjin,’’ You yelled back at him, taking him by surprise. You had never raised your voice at him before. ‘’And I’ve spent so much time wondering if you felt the same way towards me,’’ You continued, anger still lingering in your voice as you tried your best not to cry. You snatched your arm away from him once again, his arms falling to his sides.
For a moment, he almost looked defeated. You could almost see the frustration in his eyes as he realized he was actually about to lose you. But instead, he just smiled. ‘’You’re so naive.’’ He let out, still staring at you. You just stared back at him, not wanting to believe the words that had just left his mouth; but deep down you knew it was true.
‘’It’s not like we’re a couple,’’ He continued, not taking his eyes off you. There was so much you wanted to say, but you just couldn’t. Not a single word would leave your mouth, even though you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs at him; yell at him for making you look so stupid. Yell at him for making you believe he somewhat felt the same way about you, yell at him for acting like you actually meant something to him. It felt like the whole world came crashing down around you as you stared at the boy in front of you, the boy you thought loved you. ‘’Right,’’ You managed to get out after a long silence.
There was nothing you could say. There was nothing you could say or do that would make the situation better, you knew it was over. Hyunjin also knew it was over, he knew the moment he saw the look on your face. He could tell you wanted to scream at him, maybe even slap him across the face; but you never did. He didn’t know what would hurt more, getting slapped across the face or seeing the look of disgust plastered on your face. ‘’We’re not a couple,’’ You repeated his words, a small teardrop hitting your cheek. You quickly wiped it away as you looked away from his gaze, there was no way you’d let him see you cry. ‘’So let me go home, please.’’ You mumbled as you grabbed your handbag laying on the floor, you could feel his eyes following every movement you made; refusing to look his way.
He remained quiet. He knew there was no point in trying to convince you to stay, he knew there was nothing he could do at this point. He was confused, he was confused as to why your words had hurt him. He was confused as to why it hurt when you told him you weren’t a couple, even though he was the first one to say it. He wasn’t in love with you, so why did it hurt?
You looked at him for one last time. He was no longer wearing that smug grin, instead, he looked sad. You had never been able to figure out his emotions, but as you looked at him one last time; you could tell he felt defeated. As he slowly realized that you wouldn’t be back tomorrow, that his soft lips wouldn’t be attached to yours and your unclasped bra wouldn’t lay on his cold bedroom floor ever again; he just stood there. He just stood there, watching you slip away, leaving him standing all alone. As the door shut close, a teardrop slowly made its way down his cheek. He didn’t budge, he just stood there; staring at the door. A part of him expected you to come running back, but deep down he knew you were gone the moment you walked out the door.
pairing: hyunjin x reader
word count: 2,4k
summary: he didn’t fall in love, nor did he date.
a/n: fuck boy hyunjin lets go
warnings: alcohol
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He would often cross your mind. Even if you never really got to know him, his dark brown eyes would often appear in your dreams; his strong arms being wrapped around you. Your friends told you your relationship was doomed from very the moment you two met, telling you how he wasn’t the type to date or fall in love. You didn’t mind though, you didn’t mean to fall in love with him either; you two didn’t even date. Not in your opinion, at least that’s what you thought.
But every time you closed your eyes, he would appear. You saw him in everyone you laid your eyes on, thinking every guy with long brown hair was him. At work, at every restaurant, even at the bus stop you would spot someone who resembled him. But even though they resembled him, they weren’t him. No one could ever be him, no one could ever look at you the same way he did.
It had all started out innocently, randomly meeting one night while you were out with your friends. He had kept you company the whole night, his sparkly eyes had made you forget you were there with your friends in the first place; the only thing on your mind had been him that night. You two exchanged numbers after he had walked you back to your house, putting his number in your phone under the name Hyunjin.
In the beginning, you two couldn’t stop texting each other; texting him every opportunity you got. You would tell him about your day, telling him about something funny your friends said or sending him pictures of your food, all of it. At this point, you only saw him as someone you were getting to know; but your friends, on the other hand, noticed the way you would smile every time you got a notification from him.
It took a while for things to turn ugly. You still saw him as someone you were getting to know, even if your friends constantly pointed out how you had a crush on him. You would just shrug it off, claiming that he was just a friend and nothing more. Some of your friends knew him already, and they continued to warn you. Warn you about how he didn’t date, that he had never dated someone. All he did was flirt, but it always ended there. He didn’t see the point in relationships, they would say.
You had spotted him in a restaurant one day while walking down the streets of Seoul. Through the window you saw him, recognizing his long brown hair immediately; but in front of him, there was a girl. Their hands were intertwined, deep into a conversation. You saw how he stared into her eyes, the very same look on his face plastered on his face as when he had stared into your eyes. He looked so smug, so mysterious. Just like he had when he looked at you. That’s when things turned ugly.
The text messages stopped after that. He texted you the following morning, asking what your plans for the day were. You never replied. After that, it was quiet. He didn’t text you the day after that, or the day after that day either. He simply faded away, his name slowly disappearing from your most recent messages. His absence made you doubt your feelings towards him, asking yourself why you were upset. He was just someone you were getting to know, you weren’t dating. You weren’t in love with him, you didn’t even have a crush on him. Yet, you waited anxiously for his name to pop up on your screen day and night.
Days turned into weeks, and his name never popped up on your screen. You saw people who looked like him constantly, every turn you took you would see someone who resembled him. Your friends just told you that they tried to warn you, but you insisted you weren’t upset. Insisted that you didn’t even know him, which was true. You didn’t know him. You knew his name, Hyunjin, and his age; he was 22. You also knew he worked as an interior designer, and that he loved his dog Kkami. You knew he loved iced americanos and that his favorite food was tteokbokki, he was also very good at dancing. You didn’t know him.
You stirred your drink using the straw that came with it, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. Your forearms were placed on the table in front of you, your legs crossed as you looked down at your drink. You got off work late, deciding to stop at a bar a couple of blocks from your workplace before you went home. It had been a long week, you deserved a drink, you thought as you entered the bar.
The bar was quiet. There were a couple of people there, but not a lot. It was still quite early, the place would probably get packed later. The only noise in the whole bar being a couple of people chatting further away and the bartender mixing drinks. You had texted your friends asking if they wanted to keep you company, but all of them were busy; at least that’s what they had told you. Suddenly, someone sat down in the chair beside you, causing you to look up at the person. He was handsome, you admitted to yourself. Even though you could only see his side profile, you could tell he was cute. ‘’Just a beer, thank you.’’ The guy who was now sitting next to you mumbled, the bartender nodding in response. He then looked over at you, probably sensing that you were staring at him. ‘’You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?’’ He asked in a low voice, making you look back down at your drink.
You continued to stir it around using the straw, slightly smiling. ‘’Not at all.’’ You mumbled, making him hum in response. You could tell he was looking at you, even if you weren’t looking at him. ‘’I’m Minho.’’ He then let out, extending one of his hands for you to shake. You stared at his hand for a while before letting go of the straw you were holding between your fingers, shaking his hand. ‘’Y/N,’’ You replied, your eyes meeting once again.
His hair was a light brown color, parted down the middle. His eyes were dark brown, his jawline sharp. He hummed in response once again, nodding at the bartender as he grabbed his beer. ‘’What are you doing here, all by yourself?’’ He asked, his eyes low and he took a sip from the beer he was now holding in his hands. ‘’Ah,’’ You chuckled, grabbing your drink. ‘’Thought I deserved a drink after a hard week at work.’’ You smiled, holding up your drink in the air. He chuckled, half a smile forming on his lips. ‘’Cheers to that.’’ He smiled, bringing his glass to yours, toasting. You just smiled as you brought the straw to your mouth, taking a sip as you kept your eyes on him.
‘’What are you doing here on your own?’’ You asked, still looking at him. He smiled once again, placing the beer on the table in front of him. ‘’I’m just waiting for a couple of friends.’’ He replied, his arms resting on the table with his hands clasped together. You hummed in response. ’’My friends ditched me.’’ You mumbled, taking another sip of your drink. He chuckled, making you look back up at him. ‘’Sounds like your friends suck,’’ He smirked, making a chuckle trail off your lips. ‘’They’re pretty great, they’re just quite boring.’’ You admitted. ‘’That’s just another way to say they’re pretty shitty.’’ He remarked.
You found yourself staring at him, the way his mouth moved whenever he spoke and how his eyes captured you. The way his fingers wrapped around the glass of beer every time he took a sip of it and the way his teeth would slightly show every time he laughed; he was gorgeous. You rested your head in one of your hands as you watched him speak, admiring him. ‘’So you’re already here, Minho?’’ A low voice suddenly exclaimed, making Minho look away from you. You cleared your throat as you realized you had been staring, looking back down at your half-empty glass. ‘’I’m surprised you’re the first one to arrive,’’ Minho replied, your eyes still glued to your glass as you played with the straw.
‘’Y/N, this is one of my friends,’’ Minho said, making you slowly look up at the person who was now standing beside you. Your eyes met a pair of dark brown ones, a pair of familiar ones. Your eyes widened as you realized who it was. ‘’This is Hyunjin. Hyunjin, this is Y/N.’’ Minho continued. Hyunjin just stared at you, not a single emotion shown on his face. His long hair was pulled into a ponytail, a long black coat draped around his tall figure. You just stared at him, not being able to say anything. ‘’Do you two already know each other?’’ Minho asked, looking over at you. ‘’Oh,’’ You quickly let out, looking back at Minho. ‘’No. No, we don’t.’’ You smiled, Hyunjin humming beside you. ‘’Nice to meet you, Y/N.’’
Minho and Hyunjin had excused themselves as more of their friends arrived. Minho had invited you, but you had politely declined; telling him you were planning on heading home soon anyways. You could hear them chatting a few tables away, looking their way discreetly every now and then.
You had almost forgotten how he looked, but the moment you laid your eyes on him it all came back. His brown eyes still had you mesmerized, the eyes you had dreamt of so many times the past few weeks. You stared down at your now empty glass, playing with your own fingers; deep into your own thoughts. ‘’Hi Y/N,’’ A voice suddenly spoke beside you, making you snap out of your thoughts. You looked up, a tall figure standing beside you with their hands shoved down the pockets of their dark coat. Even though the person wasn’t looking at you, you could tell right away who it was. You could recognize him anywhere. ‘’I didn’t realize you didn’t know me.’’ He continued, still not looking at you. ‘’Oh.’’ Was all you managed to get out. ‘’I’ll take another beer,’’ He said to the bartender as he pulled out his wallet. ‘’And another one of those for her.’’ He continued, pointing at your empty glass.
‘’I don’t know you though.’’ You quietly replied. He just hummed in response, sitting down in the chair beside you. His eyes finally met yours. You scanned his face, he made your heart skip a beat just like he had done last time. ‘’You haven’t texted me in a while.’’ He let out, completely ignoring your previous statement. ‘’It’s not like you have been texting me either.’’ You mumbled in response, looking down at your lap.
You suddenly remembered the night you two first met. He spoke to you in the same tone, the same desire lingering in his voice. He looked at you in the same way too, making you feel slightly uneasy. He remained quiet, still looking at you as you played with your fingers. ‘’Wanna get some fresh air?’’ He then asked, making you look back up at him. You stared at him for a moment before slowly nodding. ‘’Sure.’’
You sat down on the bench placed a couple of meters away from the bar, wrapping your coat around your body. You felt Hyunjin slowly sit down beside you, his hands still shoved down the pockets of his coat. You crossed your legs, staring at the sky above you. ‘’You know Minho?’’ He suddenly asked, causing your gaze to turn towards him. ‘’No, he just kept me company while he was waiting for you guys.’’ You quietly replied, making him hum in response. He was staring up at the night sky, his jawline sharp as he tilted his head back to get a better view of the stars scattered in the dark sky. ‘’It looked like he took a liking to you.’’ He continued, still not looking your way. A small smile formed on your lips as you felt the heat spread on your cheeks, looking back down at your lap; your hair falling in front of your face. ‘’He seems like a nice guy.’’ You replied.
‘’Nicer than me?’’ His words took you by surprise, your smile fading as you looked back up at him. He was now looking at you instead of the night sky, still not a single emotion being displayed in his eyes. ‘’What did you say?’’ You hesitated, his eyes still glued to you. ‘’Does he seem nicer than me?’’ He repeated in a casual tone. ‘’I don’t know,’’ You replied, confusion lingering in your voice. ‘’I don’t really know you.’’ You continued. ‘’Then get to know me.’’ He breathed.
He did something to you, something you didn’t know was even possible. He made you feel something you never thought another person could make you feel, the way he just said things like they were nothing made you even more curious about him. You stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to say something. But he didn’t continue, instead, he just stared at you; his eyes flickering up and down your face. ‘’Get to know you?’’ You remarked, making him chuckle. He looked back up at the sky before standing up once again, your eyes following his movements. ‘’I’m gonna head back outside now.’’ He let out calmly, looking down at you. You just stared at him as he slowly bent down, getting closer and closer to you.
Suddenly you felt his lips press against your forehead, making you close your eyes. He pulled away, feeling his fingertips against your skin. Your eyes fluttered open, looking at him as he stared back at you. He gently tucked a piece of hair behind your hair, still looking at you. ‘’Text me.’’ He said quietly, a small smile forming on his lips. You couldn’t help but smile back at him, slowly nodding in response. ‘’Goodnight, Y/N.’’ Before you knew it, he was walking back inside. Your gaze followed him as he walked away, scanning his figure. You gently touched your forehead where he had just kissed you using your fingertips, the small smile still being plastered on your lips.
You didn’t care if he didn’t date, nor if he didn’t fall in love. At this point, you were beyond help.
a/n: not preread, i'm drunk so bear with me. this post i wrote for a dear friend of mine as a surprise. hope she enjoys it.
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"i said stop." he snapped, causing the smile on your face to drop completely. you hadn't meant for him to get so angry, you were only trying to cheer him up. you knew he had been working hard lately and you felt he was too tense, which he was. his back ached every night and he often found himself more temperamental than usual. you understood that his work called for him to be busy, and very stressed during comebacks. you understood it all, but for some reason, you couldn't understand this. chris had never been stern with you, he always told you lightly whenever you did something that he didn't like. but the hand on your wrist told you that he wasn't going to be nice this time. his grip was tight, and you were sure he would leave a mark. but you weren't worried about it, you only focused on his annoyince. in your two year relationship with chan, he had never put a hand on you when he was angry, the thought made him sick. he had always told himself that he would never hurt you, no matter how irritating you could be. he would get angry with you every so often, but anytime he could feel himself starting to get physically violent, he would walk away. this time, however, he was too stressed and burnt out to stop himself before it was too late. he squeezed harder, the built up rage finally getting some relief. "ch-chan, what's wrong?" he scoffed at you, rolling his eyes. "really? you just laughed in my face telling me that i had a small dick. what's wrong with you? you know how stressed i am, and yet you still think that it's okay to tease me. why can't you be more like changbin's girlfriend? she actually helps him with his stress, not give him more." he yelled, his eyes holding nothing but anger.
"what?" you whispered, trying to fight back the tears. you couldn't believe what he was saying. chris was never a cruel man, not like this at all. he was the sweetest to you all the time and never said mean things, even when he was mad at you. this outburst was so unlike him. he knew you were insecure whenever changbin's girlfriend came around. she was everything weren't and made you feel horrible. you expressed this to chan often, and thought his reassurance was sincere. but, now you second guessed your whole relationship.
his hand let go of your wrist, revealing a pink imprint. he tore his eyes off of you, his gaze going back to the movie. you sat on the couch, crying softly. "i'm sorry, i was just trying to make you laugh." you mumbled, embarrassed that you even brought up the topic. "well it didn't. did it? now i'm sitting here, pissed off that you thought it was funny to make fun of something that you know is a lie. if my dick isn't enough, go to someone else. you always did like hyunjin." he seethed, every words laced with venom intended to sting. you winced at the last part. you would never go out with one of his members, you loved him too much to hurt him like that. you knew how he felt about them and would rather die than sleep with one of them. the way he thought so little of you, made you cry even harder. "i was just trying to make you feel better, christopher. i didn't mean to make you mad. i'm sorry." you sobbed, caressing your wrist. you watched as the pink hand print turned a shade of blue, your skin burning with pain. he was definitely stronger than he knew, that was for sure.
he clenched his jaw, an action that you usually would fiend over, but this time it just made your heart hurt. you tried your best to stop crying, scared that you'd annoy him more if you kept going. "i'm really sorry, chan. i didn't mean to make you so mad, really." you mumbled, mostly to yourself. chan felt his heart sting at the hurt in your voice, and he felt terrible for hurting you; both mentally and physically. and he knew nothing he could say or do would make it better. now he just hated himself more than ever.
you decided that it wasn't helping either of you by just sitting next to him and crying, so instead you thought to leave the room and lay in your bed for a while. you stood up from the couch, sniffling a little before leaning over and embracing your boyfriend in a warm hug. hugging was always a favorite of yours, and you couldn't stop yourself from doing it. you were just so sad, and you always hugged him whenever you had a bad day; since he was never the one to ruin it. it was just an instinct to hug him, and you couldn't help it. but what you weren't expecting, was for him to hug you back. he thought that you would hug him sooner or later, but he just didn't think it would be now.
"i'm so so sorry, baby." he cried, holding you tightly. you began crying again, clinging onto him. "it's okay, channie. it's m-my fault. i shouldn't-" "no, you didn't do anything wrong. it's all my fault, it's never okay to touch the person you love in such a hateful way." he sobbed, holding your head close to him, as if you'd leave. "no, really. i should have never made a joke like that." you sighed out shakily. he grabbed your face lightly, making you face him. he stared into your eyes, watching as the tears stain your face. "please, it's my fault. i shouldn't have came home in such a bad mood knowing that you're always trying to make me laugh. and i should have never ever said what i said, at all. i shouldn't have compared changbin's girlfriend to you because you're so much better than she is. you make me laugh all of the time and hug me even when i do something so horrible to you. she doesn't treat changbin as well as you do me. i couldn't imagine being with someone like her, someone so unlike you. you're the only person i ever want to cry with, laugh with, sleep with, love. i promise, so so much, baby." he sobbed, crying harder than you've ever seen. "and i'm so sorry for even implying that you would even sleep with any of my members, sweet thing. i'm so fucking sorry. i know that you would never do that to me." you watched as he became a mess under you, apologizing for everything. he sniffled, letting go of your face and patting the spot next to him. he hoped that you would sit back down with him, but understood if you didn't. you smiled at him softly, wiping the tears from his face before sitting beside him. he gently lifted your bruised wrist, the hand print making him cry harder, if that was even possible. "i'm so sorry, i shouldn't have ever ever touched you. oh my god, i'm so worthless. you don't hurt the people you love." he placed kisses along your wrist, crying into the soft skin.
even after a few hours of apologizing to each other, you still felt a sadness over come you. because, you knew that no matter how much he will put you through, you would never leave him.
warnings: afab reader, childhood friend/university au, voyeurism, jerking it to reader, somnophilia, semi-public, piv, unprotected sex, light dirty talk, sub chan and corruption if you squint, underaged drinking - both 18+ in first year of uni (wc: 3.1k)
hello darlings! due to overwhelming response and interest for skz as ur problematic favs, i've decided to expand each blurb into their independent oneshot. :) this is considerably longer than ones i’ve written in the past and it has a plot, shocker!
fictional, for entertainment purposes only
Ever since what Chris now dubs The Incident, capitals and all, where he had used you as unwitting masturbation material, you’re all that he can think about.
Well. You were all he could think about before then, but even more so now, and he can't help the fact that, every night he comes home, he eagerly awaits to see if your lights are on, if you're going to put on a show for him.
Not that you were doing it intentionally, but it was all part of the thrill. It lets him imagine how soft your skin could be, finally see what your body looks like after years of fantasising about you.
It's wrong, disgusting, horrible; it is all these adjectives he can think of, and more, but the mere idea of getting caught by you in the middle of him rutting his cock against his hand, needy, nasty—somehow, the thought of you recoiling at the sight of him making him harder than anything else.
The really disgusting part of this is that some twisted part of him wants you to catch him.
Fuck, he was in over his fucking head.
“Hey, I asked you how your classes went! Are you sure you’re okay, Christopher? You’ve been spacey all day.” You smack him across the chest as you say this, a brief thought over how solid and broad he’s become crossing your mind as you do so.
Damn, as if he couldn’t get more good looking. He meets your eyes at his full name, and his nose wrinkles in response. “I feel like I already told you—it’s going aight. And I dunno, feeling a little tired, s’all. Finals were hard. Glad you’re back for the winter hols.”
You reach over to pinch him on the cheek, brushing up close. “I’m glad to be back.” It takes all of Chris’ willpower not to glance down your shirt, remaining still as the scent of your shampoo, sharp in his nose, takes up the rest of his attention. Had you always smelled this good? “It sounds like you need a movie and hot chocolate. Go pick one out and I’ll meet you in my room.”
Heading upstairs, his heart feels like it could leap out of his chest. He’s been in love with you for years—nursed this burning crush that had grown into something more even though he never had the guts to say it, gone through a couple girlfriends who didn’t like how close the two of you were, watched you date guys who felt threatened by him.
And maybe this is the karma he deserves for never having the guts to say anything, fearing he’d lose you forever if he did: even the littlest things seem to be setting him off, that tiny exchange already making him semi-hard as he gingerly sets himself on your bed.
Aside from switching your curtains from the sunny solid yellow of your childhood to those sheer white ones that made it too easy for him to peek in from the window in his bedroom that faces yours, nothing had changed about your room.
You, still the same old you he had fallen in love with—part of him had been anxious, palms tingling, over it. The fact that though you texted him every day, silly photos and good morning, university apart would have changed the friendship between the two of you.
That you would have found better people, gotten bored of him. He slides your laptop into his lap, tapping through Netflix selections before settling on a seasonally appropriate Christmas flick.
You return with two mugs of hot chocolate, setting them both down on your desk before diving onto your bed, into the spot beside him. “You look like you’ve completely forgotten how to do any of this, Chris,” teasing, you tap to connect your laptop with the projector pointed to the ceiling.
“You can’t blame me,” he ribs back, pulling your comforter over himself, then reaching over to pull the other side over your, “you were gone for so long I was starting to forget I had a best friend.”
“Oh my god, stop it,” swatting at him, you hand him his mug of hot chocolate as the two of you settle down, your shoulder pressed against his. “Did you want me to go around introducing myself, like oh, by the way also, my best friend back home, Christopher Bang,” a roll of your eyes, as he spirals into a peal of giggles.
“That doesn’t sound half bad, eh? Then everyone will know you’re mine,” this confession drops a stone to the pit of his stomach, and he quickly amends, “and the best friend slot’s taken.”
You scoff, roll your eyes.
“Yeah, right. I’ll remember that for next semester. Now drink your hot chocolate before it gets cold, idiot.” You near chug your own, despite the fact that it is still quite scalding, before bundling yourself up more with the comforter. Naturally colder, you drape your legs over Chris’ lap, intending to sap the warmth from him.
If your attention hadn’t turned immediately to the movie, maybe you would have noticed the way that he tenses, the muscles in his shoulders growing ridged as you hook your feet onto his thighs, tenting your knees onto his chest. It’s a comfortable position, one where you’re not quite on his lap, but it’s enough to send his mind racing.
He knows exactly how your ass looks underneath those shorts. The curve of your body underneath that oversized sweater you stole from him three summers ago. And he can’t help it, it’s almost Pavlovian, now—between the scent of you, being surrounded by it, your legs touching him, and his imagination running away with images of your naked body…
Fuck. He’s hard, and as much as he tries to adjust himself, move his body so you wouldn’t notice, it seems nigh impossible. Every time you so much as breathe, he feels his panic levels rising.
God, and Chris knows, he knows he should be feeling concerned about this, knows that if he gets caught, it's all over, but...
His hand settles gently against your knees, pulling them closer to his chest as he rubs his thumb across the apex of them, where they meet your thighs. "You're fucking freezing," he comments, bringing the warmth back to your skin in doing so.
"If you weren't always complaining about being hot, I'd just turn on a heater. Keep doing that, though, feels good, Chris." Silently, he curses himself, the tone of your voice still conversational, but it's gotten him probably the hardest he's ever been in his entire goddamn life.
Harder than the first time he had jacked off to you, that first night you got home, innocently putting on lotion, thinking you were alone. He's slimy, disgusting, and he's missed the entire movie, holding you to him, trying to keep his cock away from you.
It's a delicate balancing act, one that isn't helped by you falling asleep a third of the way through this cheesy romcom about a very official business woman moving back to her tiny hometown to discover the meaning of Christmas from the local ice skating blade sharpener.
Gently manoeuvring you to lying down on your bed, Chris reaches to once again adjust his dick inside his pants, grateful he'd chosen jeans over something more comfortable, as they offered at least some modicum of concealment.
Seeing you sleep, looking so peaceful, he takes a deep breath, smiling to himself. No matter what was going on with him, and his lust over you that had practically taken over his entire life, it still is nice, no, more than nice, to have you back.
Something about talking to one another, even over FaceTime, couldn't replace being with you in person, hearing you make fun of him, being able to touch you casually. He misses being able to call you over from his window, shoot the shit at two in the morning, go on a midnight ice cream run at the local diner.
All these things he couldn't do, when you were cities away, living your best life at university, meeting other people, new people. With tenderness, laced with longing, Chris leans over to kiss you on the forehead, the act completely selfish, as his fingers linger against your cheekbone.
"I love you," he murmurs softly, part of him hoping you hear, hoping you respond, the other, shameful in that he's still erect, hoping that you don't move a muscle so he can run home and take care of himself.
In your sleep-laden stupor, you stir, turning in your sleep as you pull from the comforter he had so lovingly tucked around you just moments earlier, thigh exposed, shorts riding up.
Under his breath: "Fuck," he had just been having a moment, and now, once again, all he can think about is with his lower brain, twitching inside his pants.
The expanse of exposed skin.
Your lips, slightly parted.
He is so going to hell for this.
Shoving his pants down, he pulls his dick out, spitting in the palm of his hand for lube as he rubs the head of his cock against it. Every breath you take sends him jumping out of his skin, and the shame burns red on his ears, his neck, his face.
It shouldn't feel this good, frantically jerking himself off like this, to you. There was somehow always this removed aspect of it, the windows between you and him, the separation that made it unreal. Almost like porn, if porn was jacking off to his best friend innocently going about their night.
This, though, this, edges dangerously close to solidifying what he's doing is absolutely, horribly wrong.
Running his thumb across the sensitive head , he sharply inhales as you roll over, revealing your thighs, and the hint of your ass, the swell of it from right underneath your shorts.
He has to bite down on his lip to prevent himself from whimpering at the sight of it all. It's too much, far too much. Pathetically, he comes then and there, pearly white cum seeping between his fingertips, onto your floor as he suppresses a moan.
(In the back of his mind, he wonders: if something is so bad, how could it feel this good?)
Scrambling, he reaches to grab tissues from your desk, cleaning himself off, pulling his pants back up and stuffing his still hard cock away.
The rest of the week goes without a hitch.
The two of you do the regular two of you activities together: ice skating, Christmas illumination watching, hanging out at your favourite local haunts as if the two of you were still in high school. He regales you with tales of his new friends, Changbin and Jisung from the same department.
"You can't show anyone else this, okay? They made me swear not to share, but if I just play the song in your vicinity while you just happen to be around..." Chris pulls up a Soundcloud track, grinning like the devil.
It sounds good, and the rhythm and routine to being back home, being back around your best friend, fills you with a warmth you know you've missed. You bump your shoulder against his as you smile, "Well, I just happen to think that this music I'm overhearing while in the vicinity sounds amazing. Whoever did this, did a great job!"
On Christmas Eve, your families always come together for a huge party with other family friends, exchange gifts, and make merry. It's something you've looked forward to for a while now, and, face-flushed, you excitedly fling open the door to Chris' house.
"Merry Christmas!"
"Looking gorgeous as usual," Chris hums, grinning back at you as you step inside. He reaches over to brush the snow from your hair, gallantly taking your coat from you.
"Wow, look at you," you make a face, mouth dropping, pretending to be shocked as you tease, "I guess college did teach you some manners after all."
"C'mon, I've always been this gentleman-like. You just never deigned to look," he retorts back, rolling his eyes. "Let's go. You've missed the gingerbread house competition already, being late." Briefly, his eyes scan you once again.
Yeah. Gorgeous. More than he can believe. More than he deserves.
Halfway through the night, you're tugging on his arm into the hallway, a little tipsy from the spiked eggnog as you giggle, "Look up," his eyes follow your pointing, and spots a sprig of green. "Mistletoe."
The way his heart jumps to his throat. "Oh, it is," in an effort to keep his voice even, Chris combs his fingers through his hair, looking anywhere but at you. "And?"
"And," you supply, practically purring in a way that sends blood rushing from his face straight to his cock, "it's bad luck. If you don't kiss underneath one."
Shit.
Is this actually happening?
He looks around, ready for someone to jump out from the other room, to yell that he's being pranked, but no one does. In fact, the opposite: your hands are roaming to grab his face, pull him towards you as you mash your lips together.
As far as kisses go, it's not a good one. Both of you have had more than just a little to drink, inhibitions straight out of the window as you reach to wrap his hand around your waist.
He moans into your mouth.
"Oh, whoops, did I do that?" you laugh, and he reddens spectacularly. "Chris, how long were you going to wait?"
Straightening up, he looks at you, confused. "What do you mean?"
"To tell me, you idiot. And before you say what, I was," you pat his chest, bolder than you ever could sober, "completely awake by the end of it. After the movie last week."
The look he gives you is like a deer in headlights, close to bolting, suddenly stone cold sober, as if you've dumped water all over him. "S-shit. You were? Why didn't you stop me? God, holy shit, and you went a week without smacking me for it? What the hell?"
Looping your fingers through the very proper tie his mother must have made him wear, you tug him a little closer, "I thought the kiss would have said as much, Chris. But in case you need me to spell it out, I love you, too."
It takes him a moment.
Many moments, in fact, before this processes in his brain. You. Love. Him. Wait. No! You knew he jerked off to you, in your room, while he thought you were asleep!
"Chris?"
"Hold on, I just need, wow, wow." Slumping against the wall, he looks at you, surprised, dazed, unable to get his bearings on the situation. "And you're okay with it?"
Grinning, wicked, you close the distance between the two of you again, this time your hands reaching to grab the fabric of his dress shirt, feeling his tense muscles beneath it. "Oh, with you moaning my name? With you so busy fisting that long, thick cock of yours that you didn't notice me getting hot and wet for you?"
Shit. Shit. This time, he can't suppress the moan that finds its way through his teeth. "I was waiting for you to wake me up, Chris. Waiting for you to spread me open, fuck me like you fucked your hand."
Reaching down, you palm his nice slacks, pleased to find that he's hard, feeling just as wonderful as you'd expected from his little show before. "A-and," groaning, unable to form proper words, he whimpers, "you'd be okay with it?"
"Yeah, baby, more than okay. Do you want me to show you how okay I would be with it?"
Pulled into the first floor bathroom in the hallway, he fumbles to lock it behind the two of you, the sounds of the party roaring still as you undo his belt, unbutton his slacks, pulling out the cock you had only gotten a vague look at last week.
It's thicker than what you saw, hefty, with weight to it, and the noise he makes when you touch him damn near sounds like he's about to bust a nut before he even gets close to touching you. Sitting him down onto the toilet, you hump and grind against his lap.
"Maybe we s-shouldn't," he shudders, and you cut him off with a kiss, biting, sucking his bottom lip as he continues to whine, desperate, into your aggression, "let's go to a b-bedroom, please," he stutters, but it's too late.
Your panties pulled down, the nice dress hiked up, it takes only a moment for you to align yourself to his cock, rubbing the head against your wetness as he writhes underneath you. Not knowing what to do with his hands, Chris simply reaches to cup your chest, thumbing your nipples over the fabric of your bra and dress.
"You're so hard for me. Were you thinking about me the entire party? Thinking about fucking me stupid, bending me over in this little dress so you can get off?" It's crazy, how aroused he is, hearing you this hungry for his cock, his body positively buzzing, knowing that your families were just a stone's throw away.
"Fuck me, please, fuck me," he keens, begging you, and you feel how hot his cock is as it slicks across your pussy lips again. Not needing to be told twice, you sit down all the way, feeling how hard he is, every ridge, every vein of him pushed inside you until you can't take any more.
Rocking into you in quick, steady pushes, Chris bites against your neck to suppress his own noises, urging himself deeper and deeper into you. "Chris, here, please," you groan, grabbing his hand, shoving it against your clit as he gets the message.
He makes quick work of you, even as he thrusts into you with abandon, his belt rattling with the tell-tale rhythm of fucking as he moves. For what it's worth, god, those fingers are clever, rolling and pinching circles around you.
It's too fucking good, and you should thank that he's had practice before you, thank that you're coming, rigid, explosive, legs tightening over his thighs as he drives into you one finally time before pulling out.
Chris reaches down to tug himself twice, before coming all over his stomach, abs tensed, dress shirt ruined as he stops, shock-still, taking deep breaths, the world finally stilling. "Wow, holy shit, did we just—"
"—yes, we did," you respond, cupping his face as he laughs, eyes crinkling into those beautiful half moons. "Are you going to run away with a half-hard dick again?"
"God, no, baby girl," your stomach churns at the endearment, and you flush. Not wanting to let him have the upper hand, you kiss him, this time sweetly, finally, before he pulls away to say, "why did we ever wait this long?"
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