synopsis ▸ a reacquaintance with your old college friend leads into something jiung never thought he could see himself be part of—but he's willing to try anything for you.
δ — nsfw (mdni), threesome, f/f/m, f/f, switch!jiung, edging, oral (both rec), threeway, unprotected sex, scissoring, jealousy, rough sex, cucking (?), degradation, pathetic ji makes an appearance, it’s still pride month idc
ᯓ an — in celebration of canada day here’s jiung getting fucked up by two pretty girls, yes this was supposed to be a drabble but ended up being a full fic so if it reads a little strange that’s why, yes that is an nct reference
MASTERLIST
It starts with an off-handed comment or two, with your old friend Suni greeting you at the bar with a bright grin and generous hands, with her whispering to you her congrats on getting yourself a cute boyfriend, with Jiung’s eyes lingering a second too long on her walking away, with your eyes drinking her in from afar, appreciating just how much she’s grown into herself in the past few years. It was like your old crush on her was reawakening in real time at the sight of her familiar tall frame, her long, dark hair, her sharp features and unfairly pretty smile.
It ends with the three of you in the backseat of an Uber (which happens to be a Porsche because Suni’s rich now) to Suni’s apartment, her lips on yours and Jiung’s on your neck.
“And he’s generous,” Suni whispers playfully into lips. “What a catch.”
“I don’t think it was entirely selfless,” you giggle, turning your head to peck Jiung’s lips. “Isn’t that right baby?”
Jiung doesn’t answer, can’t rather, too flustered and too unsure of what the right answer would be. But it doesn’t matter because Suni reaches over your lap to kiss him and he sees from his peripherals the way your eyes twinkle as you watch them, so he lets himself indulge for you.
He wasn’t so sure about the prospect when you’d brought it up to him earlier that night. How was he supposed to just watch someone else make you feel good and not kill them?
He’s still not entirely sure, but his brain gets a little too derailed to think too much about it.
“Does he always get this dumb from just a little kissing?” Suni asks as she practically manhandles you and Jiung in through her door.
You lift from where you’re glued to her side and latched to her jawline to look over at Jiung. He looks starry eyed and is completely wordless as he lets himself be pushed up against the door.
You grin at the deep flush on his cheeks, the quick rise and fall of his chest, his blown eyes as he watches you and Suni close in on him, almost like he’s cornered prey.
“Usually,” you hum, your eyes falling to the thick bulge straining against his jeans. “Go light on him, he scares easy.”
Jiung opens his mouth to protest but his words immediately die when Suni drops to her knees in front of him. His eyes go wide and frantic as he looks back up at you.
But all you do is grin, dropping to join Suni on your knees.
The look on his face is priceless—completely awestruck and completely lost on what to do. And when Suni pulls his cock free, hard and flushed at the tip and already leaking so much, you think he might nearly break into tears.
“Fuck he’s so pretty,” Suni says breathlessly, giving his cock a slow, appreciating stroke from base to tip. It gets Jiung writhing, a wrecked little moan parting from his lips as she thumbs at his tip.
“Isn’t he?” You wrap your hand around his base, giving it a gentle squeeze. “He tastes even better.”
Suni leans in, letting her tongue flick against the pearly bead of precum at his tip, then hums in appreciation before wrapping her lips fully around him.
Jiung gasps, squeezing his eyes shut and digging his palms against the door.
“So sensitive,” you coo before leaning in to drag your tongue up his hard, velvety length before meeting Suni’s lips over the head.
She turns to kiss you, pushing the precum she’s gathered on her tongue against yours. You hum as you share his taste, before turning to take him into your mouth, swallowing him halfway.
You both work him just like that, alternating with each other to suck him off until he’s a writhing, whining mess and close to breaking.
Jiung is pretty sure he might actually collapse, and you and Suni must see that because soon enough, you’re both pushing and tugging him to Suni’s bed as a small show of mercy. He’s not sure he’ll be getting much of that tonight.
You’re eager as you pull off his clothes and strip him free after your own, and Suni’s eager as she immediately latches onto his cock again, swallowing him down to the hilt before she starts bobbing her head as she takes as she pleases.
You stay at his side, smoothing down his hair and cooing at him as he writhes on the bed completely under her mercy, overstimulated even though he hasn’t come yet.
“You okay, baby?” You ask him almost condescendingly, kissing his ear and running a hand through his damp hair, the other caressing down his heaving chest.
His hands dig into the sheets, his entire body trembling from the warm heat of Suni’s mouth working him so, so well. It almost feels wrong.
“I-It’s… mm—d-different,” he gasps, his body jerking when Suni gives his tip a harsh suck before going down again. His hand flies to grip onto your leg, teary eyes looking up to see your eyes locked onto where Suni’s mouthing him.
“Look at her,” you whisper to him, pressing a soothing kiss against his jaw. “Got her drunk on your cock already.”
Jiung doesn’t know what to say to that. He lets out a little sob instead, his hips bucking up almost involuntarily into Suni’s mouth.
He’s close, he’s so close, but his body won’t let him cum. Not like this. He doesn’t quite understand it.
“Wanna cum,” he begs, looking pleadingly up at you as if you’ll understand for him. “C-Can’t…”
“Yeah?” You ask. “Wanna cum inside her, s’that it? You can fuck her, that’s fi—“
“N-no,” he interjects, letting out a frustrated grunt.
He shudders when Suni pulls off of him with a pop, peering up at you both with a sly smile on her lips.
“I think he wants you,” she says, giving his tip a little kiss before lifting off of him completely.
Understanding dawns on you. And it fills you with a violent burst of adoration and an urge to fuck him silly.
“Can I at least ride your face?” Suni asks him, and it takes a second for the words to register through his fucked mind. He flushes deeper somehow, but nods anyway.
Without wasting another second, you seat yourself on his cock while Suni seats herself on Jiung’s tongue.
She lets out a shuddered sigh, her face completely euphoric as she rocks her hips down on him. “Fuck,” she whispers, opening her eyes to look at you with a hazy, drunk little smile. “You get this all to yourself huh?”
You giggle, rolling your hips down, your walls clamping down on his pulsing length. He’s so hard inside you, brushing the deepest parts of you as you settle yourself down to the base.
“Every night if I’m lucky,” you say, gasping when Jiung’s hips buck up into you, jerky and impatient. “Pushy,” you chide lightly, giving his waist a squeeze.
Then you lift yourself up and start fucking yourself down on him at a steady pace, one that has him whimpering against Suni’s cunt as he struggles to keep up with fucking her with his tongue.
But Suni doesn’t seem to mind, bracing her hands on his stomach and rocking herself down in tandem with your pace.
Still, Jiung doesn’t touch her, his hands dutifully dug into the sheets at his sides.
You consider making a comment on it but then Suni’s pulling you into a kiss, her tongue slipping easily into her mouth. You hum at Jiung’s taste on her, your pace faltering as you get sucked into her head spinning kiss, her hand cupping your breast and squeezing appreciatively and effectively honing all your senses in on her.
You get sucked into her, her touch, her scent, her lips—hypnotizing you in the same way all those years ago but entirely different.
You don’t realize how much you get distracted, nearly forgetting the task at hand, until Jiung starts squirming under you, trying to fuck up into you and pull back your attention.
You pull from the kiss, if a little hesitant, but your heart tugs when Jiung’s hand wraps around your knee and tugs at it, begging you with his touch since his mouth is otherwise occupied.
Suni’s eyes twinkle, a knowing little grin on her lips as she lets go of you and opts to languidly rock herself down on Jiung’s pliant tongue.
“He’s so needy,” she says, feathering her fingers over the butterfly tattoos on Jiung’s stomach, making him flinch under her touch.
“He is,” you say, lifting up until the head of his cock catches against your hole. “But I like him needy.”
All it takes is for you to slam back down and seat his cock deep inside of you, clenching down, to milk his orgasm out of him.
He spills inside you with a choked cry, his body bowing up the bed as the tension in his body finally snaps, thick strands of his release painting your walls as he shudders and cries and writhes through his orgasm.
Jiung barely gets to ride through the waves of his release before Suni’s pulling you off of him and pushing you onto your back in the space beside his wrecked body.
He watches, panting, as she climbs wet kisses down your body and settles between your legs. He watches, helpless, as she starts to lap you up, getting you moaning on her tongue.
Your hand twists into her inky hair, your hips bucking up to ride her tongue as it drags through your folds and drinks up his cum.
It makes his gut burn with something more than just arousal.
But you seem to be in pure bliss. So he swallows his pride and simply watches.
“Suni,” you moan, tightening your hand in her hair as she starts to fuck her tongue in you.
She pulls back to suck harshly on your clit, digging two fingers in your gummy walls instead. “Been wanting to do this since first year,” she says breathlessly, chuckling when you start rocking yourself down, fucking yourself on her fingers. “You’re needy too, aren’t you?”
You pout a little, whining when she pulls her fingers out. “I don’t like being teased.”
“I know baby,” she coos, rising to her knees.
She hooks a hand under your knee, raising your leg, practically folding it to your chest as she eyes your glistening cunt appreciatively.
“You’re pretty all over,” she mumbles, then slots her legs over yours to grind her cunt right down on yours.
Your mouth falls open in a soundless moan, your eyes rolling back when her clit brushes directly over yours, sending bright heat through your body.
“Fucker better be treating you right,” she mutters, then starts to grind her pussy down on yours.
Your hands grasp down on her thighs, that heat blazing through your body each time her clit passes over yours.
“Fuck!” You gasp, your body rocking with each of her frantic grinds. “F-Feels good…”
“Yeah?” She asks, a grin in her voice as her hand crawls up your body to wrap around your throat. She holds you down, grinding down harder. “Fuck, should give you my strap. Could fuck you so good,” she says, almost as breathless as you are.
Your eyes roll back as the pressure starts to tighten in your gut. “Fuck, yes, please fuck me,” you start to babble, completely mindless to anything but the heat of Suni’s cunt against yours.
Until the heat is suddenly gone.
Your eyes snap open, the sudden cold jerking your body back to reality.
Jiung has Suni pulled to his chest with an arm around her shoulders and a dark look in his eye as he grits into her ear, “Careful,” he starts slowly, his other hand sliding down from her stomach to her pussy. Suni grabs onto his forearm, her mouth falling open with a pained whine when he pinches her clit between his middle and ring fingers. “You’re forgetting what’s not yours.”
Then he’s pushing her down onto your chest, bending her over, and pressing his hardening cock into her drenched cunt.
Suni takes him with a guttural moan, her mouth falling and eyes rolling back as he seats himself deep inside her.
But you’re too focused on Jiung, on the blown, almost manic look in his eye as he watches you over her, on the way his brows furrow as he reaches down to hold Suni’s head to your chest.
He barely lets her get used to his size before he pulls out just to slam back into her and punch out a cried moan, before he starts to fuck her with intent, rocking her body over yours with each of his hard thrusts, the rough slaps of skin on skin filling the air.
Suni quickly becomes a mess, hands clawing onto you as she’s fucked into oblivion, not an intelligible word leaving her lips as she’s reduced to babbled moans and needy whines.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, laughing when all she can do is drool into your shoulder. “Talked a big game earlier. Nothing to say now?”
Suni just whines, her body seizing up as Jiung fucks her closer and closer to the edge. But just before she can tip off, he slows down to deep grinds that leave her sobbing.
“Please,” she babbles, trying to grind her hips back but Jiung easily overpowers her, holding her tightly by the hip as he lifts her and arches her back, reaching deeper with the new angle. “Ah fuck, please!”
He stops moving entirely. “Please what?”
You nearly come from the demanding sound of his voice alone.
Suni whimpers, burying her face into your shoulder. Jiung’s eyes meet yours, a smug glint in them as he pulls back until he’s fucking her shallowly with just his tip.
“What do you think?” He asks, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s asking you.
You bite your lip, wrapping an arm around Suni’s trembling body, smoothing a hand down her spine. “I think she’s learned her lesson.” You turn to brush your lips against her ear, her damp tresses tickling you. “Haven’t you, love?”
She nods quickly, her hands digging into your waist. “Y-Yes… you’re his… now please, please just let me cum…”
Your gaze lifts to Jiung’s again, meeting his tiny smirk with a grin of your own.
You reach down to press your finger against her clit just as Jiung slams back into her, before he fucks her roughly through her jerky orgasm, chasing his own as she writhes and flutters around his cock.
But he pulls out just before he reaches it, shifting down to push into your waiting cunt so he can spill inside you, groaning with relief, head tossed back as he shudders through his second orgasm.
And you lay there holding Suni’s trembling body as Jiung’s thumb circles your clit, easing you through your own high. It’s nothing as intense, but it’s enough to get you blissfully creaming around his cock.
You wouldn’t have it any other way. And he knows it too, with the way he mirrors your smile over Suni’s shoulder.
where mingyu has a pornstar cock, but the only action he’s getting is with his own hand.
★ pairing: f!reader x mingyu
★ words: 7.5k
★ warnings: comedy, smau bits, homoerotic friendships bc i am free, smut with sexting, big puppy gyu, handjob, both oral, multiple orgasms, protected sex, 18+ mdni
★ notes: it’s finally here and it’s filthy and i did not read it twice!!! going to an ateez concert now brb
GOD HAS FAVOURITES, AND MINGYU’S ONE OF THEM.
in this day and age of hook-up culture, of getting lucky with nothing but a few swipes on your phone, it’s far too easy to just deceive your way into scoring some.
men are liars, and they all claim the same thing these days: they’re a munch, they can go until the sunrise, you’ll feel it in your kidney, they’re a feminist, etc… of course, it’s not until those men slide in dry after rubbing straight flap then cumming in three strokes before those poor women realise: a man will claim anything under the sun if it means you’ll fuck him.
although mingyu can relate to the desperation to get laid, he’s not so shameless that he’d just bullshit his way into someone’s pants. at that point you don’t even deserve it. he’ll stick by his true character even if he’s on the brink of insanity from lack of action. in saying that, what makes mingyu superior to thy neighbour is not just the fact that he only ever speaks the truth — but also in regards to the absurd cock size he’s been blessed with.
through google searches of the average length not just in his country but the whole globe, triple takes from other men in public bathhouses, dick pics sent to talking stages and unsolicited dick pics sent to him — mingyu’s come to the conclusion that he’s bigger than average. to put it humbly, really.
at soft, he can make a few head turns at the least. at half-hard he’s got the size that most men lie about having. and when he’s fully erect, he should probably register his cock as a weapon.
mingyu’s been told that his body’s sculpted like a greek god, complete with zeus’ lightning rod in his pants. he’s got the cock that the top gets in yaoi with ridiculously drawn proportions, the cock that gets spray-painted as graffiti on a cheating ex’s car. mingyu’s big to the point where it’s like okay, can we be serious, like this is doing too much.
he’s been told by men and women alike that he could make a living off of his size. ah, what a dream that’d be. taking dick pics (maybe some feet in there too) to pay the bills. having fame and money and pussy for doing nothing but exist with a completely natural, albeit monstrously sized cock.
he can forget about that ever happening though. it sounds like a dream because it is. nevermind being god’s favourite — mingyu’s starting to believe he must’ve signed a contract with the devil in his past life, because what good is a big dick if you’ve only got yourself to fuck?
it’s a bad joke, really. all these inches and a pretty face but nowhere to use it. he’s only gotten laid enough times to count on one hand without lifting a thumb, and all instances had punctuated years worth of drought.
size doesn’t matter, and he knows that firsthand. when he lost his virginity, he came the instant he slid into his girlfriend, who just said “that’s it?” then broke up with him. he’s had next to no luck landing any girls since that pitiful first, let alone getting one to stay.
he knows he’s not exactly fucking like a pornstar, but his same absurd size is actually what’s holding him back. there’s been times when his cock getting hard for a girl has him on verge of fainting, just from all the fucking blood the monster in his pants needs to get up. then after some mediocre stroke game, the force of orgasming has him seeing literal glimpses of heaven.
despite the physical toll, in some pitiful moments of doubt he even began to question if he’s been lied to his entire life about his size — if it’s not earning him a text back because it’s actually pretty average. that is, until his best friend literally readjusted his glasses in shock the first time he saw mingyu naked.
mingyu might be getting less action than an actual virgin. he’s since long forgotten how a pussy feels since becoming besties with his imagination and left hand — and it’s gotten to the point that the feel of his same old, boring palm can barely spark any pleasure. he may as well be rubbing off his ankle.
the porn on page 1 to page 847 has no difference in how utterly useless it is when he needs help getting off. switching to his non-dominant hand, humping the mattress, buying a pocket pussy, watching fetish content on places he wouldn’t even go with a gun — all of it, useless. futile.
he needs the real thing, warm and tight and living. he needs to get laid before he does something drastic and his face is plastered on every news channel … okay maybe not that far but he fears it really is that serious. all these extra inches means he’s got an extra intense libido to match, and nothing but extra extra bad luck when it comes to finding means of relieving it.
one sunny day he rants about all of this to his roommate and best friend wonwoo, who nods over a steaming bowl of shin ramyun.
“i see.” wonwoo hums. “you’re not asking to fuck me, are you?”
“bro. fuck off.” mingyu groans, dropping his head to the table with a thunk. “you know what? yeah, i might if i don’t get laid soon.”
“well, i’m not a bottom, so unless you want to take it up the ass.” wonwoo shrugs, slurping down a mouthful of noodles without even chewing. (seriously, why does he do that?)
“don’t you have single friends? discord kittens? can’t you hook up a brother in desperate need? i’m losing vision in one eye with how pussy-deprived i am.”
wonwoo readjusts his glasses. “i do know some girls but.. you’d be okay with having my sloppy seconds?”
“forget i even asked man.” mingyu rolls his eyes, kicking his chair out from the table with a loud scrape on the floorboards. “i’m having a shower. need to jerk off before i hit something. or you.”
after a pitiful, rage-induced wank sesh under the hot stream of water (also a few stray tears shed), mingyu was pulling his boxers on when the door swung open.
“are you still on any dating sites?” wonwoo asked casually, ignoring how half of his best friend’s ass was still hanging out as he barged in.
“no, i deleted my tinder after that one girl who set my nudes as her profile picture.”
“okay cool. try this one out.” wonwoo handed his phone over, open on the browser.
www.dtf.com
mingyu scrunched his face. “down to fuck dot com?”
ah, so a matchmaking site that doesn’t pretend to be about any ‘finding your soulmate’ bullshit and is unapologetically straight to the point: we’re all single and here to fuck.
“can’t imagine you look for anything serious on here.” he snickers.
“well no, it’s in the name. are you?”
mingyu scratched his neck. truthfully, a girlfriend would be ideal but… beggars can’t be choosers.
he shrugged. “whatever happens.”
inspecting the rest of the site, he clicked to view wonwoo’s profile — then whistled at the suggestive set of photos displayed on his best friend’s page.
Wonwoo
A giver, most of the time.
AGE: 25
HEIGHT: 6 ft
SIZE: 8 in.
LOOKING FOR: Female, Submissive
INTERESTED IN: BDSM, Brat Taming, Humiliation, Degradation, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Impact Play, Daddy Kink, Sir Kink, Pet Play, Toys, Anal… [Show More]
“you like being called ‘daddy’?” mingyu snickered.
“yeah bro. e-girls flock to me like birds, that’s how i get so many over.” wonwoo replies with a smart-ass smirk. “they grip your dick like you’re gonna leave them.”
“….that’s just not what i asked, man.”
safe to say, mingyu was sold. he promptly had his own account set up, then took close to an hour meticulously choosing the thirst trap images for his profile.
Mingyu
Hey (with the intention of begging on my knees)
AGE: 24
HEIGHT: 6’2
SIZE: 12 in.
LOOKING FOR: Female
INTERESTED IN: Vanilla, Missionary
when mingyu showed wonwoo the final product with a satisfied smile, his best friend burst out laughing.
“are these the default options or something?” wonwoo asked, pointing to mingyu’s barren interests section.
“bro, i’m just looking to get laid. doesn’t need to be any more complex than that.” mingyu pouted. “unlike you, i don’t need a girl to wear a cat tail butt plug and meow for me to get off.”
“that sounds hot.”
it does. “freak ass..”
after leaving his best friend with the middle finger and then setting his profile to public for matchmaking, within mere minutes women were indeed flocking to him, much like birds.
mingyu spent all night marvelling at his phone like a kid in a candy store — giggling as he sifted through profiles, kicking his feet as he chatted with women basically throwing themselves at him.
despite wonwoo making fun of him, it seemed that his only interests being ‘vanilla’ had actually worked in his favour, since he had countless women from all different shades of kinks asking if he was open-minded. the one thing they all had in common though, from the bratty subs to the dominatrixes, was one burning question: is it really that big?
and oh, he’s been more than happy to prove it; snapping a quick, shaky photo of the visible bulge in his calvin kleins and watching as all the phone numbers and addresses and nudes roll in like waves.
he hasn’t taken anyone up on their offers to meet up, not just yet. call him an attention whore, but he’s had years worth of yearning for this, dreaming about this, even crying in the shower after jerking off over this. these days it’s hard enough trying to reach an orgasm even with every tool in his arsenal — and yet he’s been laying here, chatting away with a lifetime’s supply worth of women, while being so turned on he’s basically blue-ballsing himself.
ah, he could get used to this. this could even prove to be a little too dangerous. maybe he really was destined to be a pornstar, and him having no luck climbing out of bitchless purgatory was just the universe’s way of restoring natural balance. no one man should have all this power.
the attention goes straight to his head, leaves him feeling high off of it. leaves him on cloud nine with a painfully hard cock.
ding.
leaves him with a harsh comedown that hits like a kick in the balls.
when he clicks to open the uncalled-for dm, mingyu can feel his boner go a quarter of the way back down just from the shock. what the hell does that mean? do you think he’s a bot, clickbaiting? but he put so much effort and care into choosing the right photos for his profile…
….is it really so unbelievable that he’s only looking for vanilla sex?
oh. okay. so everyone he’s chatted with so far may as well have been shy, considering how forward you are straight off the bat. not even a hello, how are you, my name is… just “i call bullshit, show me that dick.”
alright then. he can play ball.
mingyu tugs his boxers down his thighs, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach, even at only somewhat hard. he’ll need to get it all the way back it up if he’s going to prove it to you.
he has a full-body shiver when his hand grazes the tip, just from how on edge he’s been; smearing precum across his palm before his fingers curl around in a loose grip.
he’ll need something to jerk off to, and well, since your profile is there….
shit. it’s more than enough. you’re like, really fucking pretty. hot, gorgeous, panty-dropping and cock-raising. so pretty he actually feels a little guilty as his hand starts to stroke his cock, but hey, you’ll get him fully hard in no time.
mingyu swipes through the array of photos on your page, each one more revealing than the last, fist steadily pumping his length. it jumps between his fingers when he settles on a photo of you in white lingerie: the lace hugging your curves perfectly, plush lip bitten between your teeth, hands cupping the underside of your breasts and lifting them on full display.
it’s not until a fresh spurt of precum leaks over his knuckles that mingyu remembers he’s supposed to be taking a picture of his boner as proof, and not just… jerking off for the sake of it.
he has to literally rip his hand away, lower belly already coiled dangerously tight. he can’t remember the last time a girl in real life got him this hard and this fast.
shuffling closer to the mirror, he sits on the edge of the bed and holds his cock upright with one hand, the other holding his phone right next to it — as comparison, of course.
he holds his breath as he sends it through.
well, his stomach sank for a moment there, but he quickly recovers. mingyu lays back on the bed, running his palm up and over his length, just absentmindedly playing with himself as his jelly fingers type out a reply.
he’s quick to navigate back to your profile, cock reacting with a pulse as his eyes land on your face again like it missed you already.
he doesn’t even think about it this time: just gets completely lost in the sight before him, in the feel of his fist fucking him. until a ding cuts through the tunnel vision, your chat notification lighting up the top of his screen. the only thing that could tear his attention away from the softcore porn on your profile.
damn. guilty.
he feels his cheeks heating up a little. the fuck? you’ve got his grown ass blushing through the phone. either you’re a seasoned pro at turning men to putty, or mingyu’s just that out of the element.
his mind’s turning to complete mush at this point; tuned in solely to your pretty face and body, to your vulgar mouth. imagination drifting to the feel of your skin under the pads of his fingers, of your lips stretched over the head of his—
shit, he almost came.
mingyu nearly drops his phone as he fumbles to the camera app, shakily filming himself in the mirror as his hand goes to fucking town on his cock. his mouth’s even fouler than yours with all the whiney huffs and puffs pouring from his throat.
he’s not sure if the footage is long enough or even good enough but he also doesn’t care; sending it straight through to you while not missing a beat in jerking himself off.
he throws his head back on the bed with a tortured groan, back arching off the bed as his hips chase the circle of his fist with a mind of their own. he can’t recall the last time masturbating felt this fucking good, the last time it took such a short span of time for him to reach an orgasm.
the last time he was able to forget that the hand around his cock is his own — nothing but your face, that body, those curves behind his lids when he screws his eyes shut.
and just the mere thought that you could be touching yourself too? to the videos of mingyu touching himself, oh fuck…
mingyu winces as his grip tightens until it hurts, fist strangling the fucking life out of his cock. he squeezes until he literally feels the tidal wave of his orgasm receding, the hot pressure under his abs fading into sharp, demanding pulses of his cock.
why did he even say that shit? man, talk about being pussy drunk. he can just manage to feel the weight of shame pressing into his chest over the ache throbbing between his thighs.
if he really did fumble a chance as good as this, a girl as hot as you, he doesn’t even deserve to cum. maybe he should just start embracing the involuntarily celibate life..
to his surprise, another ding from you interrupts his pitiful — while still fully erect — wallowing.
much like a well-trained dog, you don’t have to tell him twice.
mingyu puts on a whole ass show for you. sits upright in bed, films his entire upper body to ensure no twitch or contraction of his sweat-slick abs was left out of frame.
he’s sure the speed of his hand gives away just how long he’s gone without getting laid, but mingyu can’t find it in himself to feel much shame at all now that you’ve offered a chance to remedy that up on a silver platter.
he cums obnoxiously: throwing his head back, adam’s apple bobbing with each shameless moan falling from his mouth; grinding his hips up into his ruthless fist like he’s fucking into someone; a hefty load spurting all over his pretty toned torso, your name slipping from his lips.
before the post-nut clarity can settle in, he sends the raw footage straight through to his patiently waiting audience.
mingyu was so ecstatic that he didn’t even bother to clean up properly, just quickly wiped himself with a tissue before skipping into wonwoo’s room and dapping his best friend up in celebration.
(his reaction being “bro you smell like cum.”)
after leaving dtf.com behind in a matter of hours and moving over to messages, a date was promptly established. being, a date as in the day, because there wasn’t going to be any conversing over dinner or fondling during a movie.
it’s becoming increasingly clear to mingyu that he really struck a pot of gold in you, since you were both on the same page about this: fuck first, talk later.
if you were to go on a date prior, mingyu knows good and damn well that he’d just be sporting a massive pitch in his pants throughout the entire thing; way too excited for his own good over the knowledge that he’s finally getting laid after.
the stars aligned to both of your schedules being open just two days from now. while the anticipation is sure to strangle him alive, he’s able to give wonwoo notice that he’s kicking him out for the day, and to prepare.
in the limited sexual encounters under his belt, mingyu can’t say for certain that he’s actually made a girl cum. unlike men, there isn’t exactly a visual indicator. his size alone could’ve been enough to get them off, sure. but when it comes to you, he doesn’t want to repeat that flustered fumbling; rubbing what he assumes is the clit based off of what he also assumes is genuine moans. his mouth hasn’t even graced a pussy before, isn’t that crazy?
those girls didn’t want anything other than to feel his cock in them, though — letting him touch for a few seconds before insisting that was enough foreplay. hence why he’s never learned.
you, however, like to play with your food. over texts you’ve been teasing the hell out of him, intent on finding out the limits of his desperation — and pleased to find there is none. he will genuinely do anything just to get a sliver of that pussy, and you only want him more because of it.
mingyu knows your expectations aren’t exactly high, but he doesn’t want to risk disappointing you so badly that you won’t sleep with him again. and if he can exceed your expectations, maybe you’d be open to being something more exclusive….
he’s a romantic at heart, okay?
of course, he had to seek out his most trusted elders for advice.
two torturously long days later, mingyu receives your “on the way” text and is pushing wonwoo out the door within the next second.
“don’t be back until tonight, just in case.”
“eh, you won’t last that long.” wonwoo shrugged. mingyu rolls his eyes, and wonwoo just slaps him on the back, pulling him into one of those side-hugs men do. “condoms are in my bedside table.”
with that, wonwoo takes his leave; off to a girl’s place, no doubt. mingyu doesn’t really care to know. his mind’s pretty occupied with a girl of his own.
mingyu rushes into his best friend’s bedroom, kicking his bulky ass gamer chair out of the way and pulling out the top drawer of his bedside table. mingyu physically recoils at the pile of dildos and vibrators he finds instead, which wonwoo so graciously neglected to mention. slamming that one shut, he finds what he’s looking for in the second drawer. condoms.
….why are there so many? textured, warming, cooling, flavoured; how is he supposed to know which one you’d prefer?
after tossing the options over in his head (frantically panicking), mingyu settles on the box of strawberry flavoured condoms, grabbing out more than enough and stuffing them in his pocket.
he then stops by wonwoo’s mirror, giving himself a once over. he went commando for obvious reasons, and his grey sweats already have a visible tent from how he’s half-hard just thinking about you. he already shaved everything in the shower, but he turns his head this way and that to make sure he didn’t miss any spots. pulls his pants down to check the same for his crotch. he smells his breath, his armpits. decides to spritz on more cologne and chew on some gum.
then the doorbell rings.
like some dog waiting for its owner, mingyu bounds over and hastily unlocks the door.
there you are, in all your beauty — smiling sweetly in a little sundress (they always make men go crazy, for whatever reason).
mingyu stammers like an idiot as he attempts to greet you, blocking the doorway as his eyes flick up and down and all around your body, damn nearly drooling until you clear your throat.
“hey mingyu.” you coo, saccharine voice like honey and melting over his thoughts. “it’s nice to finally meet.”
“yes, yes, of course.” he bumbles, finally stepping out of the way and letting you walk inside. he locks the door, gulping as he watches you inspect the place. how is he supposed to begin this? “did you, uh.. want any water or—”
that sentence is lost on the tip of his tongue when your lips smother it. you catch mingyu completely off guard when you step into a kiss with him, leaving no room for questions when your tongue slips into his mouth. you back him into the closest surface, being his kitchen counter, without breaking your mouth from his.
mingyu’s quite good at kissing, since he’s got a lot of experience with that alone, but then not much for the after.
mingyu knows how to lick his tongue against yours and tilt his head for deeper access. knows where to put his hands, how to hold just tight enough to leave your skin buzzing. he knows to pull you in and press your chest flush against his, and he’s mindful enough to keep his pelvis angled away from you. how cute and polite of him. it’s almost like you’re not here for the sole reason of getting in those pants.
despite his best attempts, you rock your hips forward to meet his crotch, delighting at the solid rock you find there. mingyu muffles a noise into your mouth that you’re determined to hear out loud later. you roll your body into his again, brushing your front right up and gauging the outline of his cock.
he’s already proven that he’s not lying about his size but man, fuck… feeling it in real life just brings the shock right back. to think, he’s somehow also desperate as if this thing couldn’t get him laid with ease?
it’s flattering, really — that he chose you amongst all the girls throwing themselves at him, when all you did was doubt and make fun of him.
mingyu finally succumbs to your ministrations and starts rocking his hips right back — tongue tasting every inch of your mouth as he grinds his length forward, nothing but the fabric of his pants and your dress to offer him friction. he’s so worked up that honestly, it could be enough to get him off. he can already feel his dick leaking into his sweats like he’s some virgin experiencing his first kiss.
before he can actually just cum his pants, you part with him — a line of spit connecting your mouths that you wipe off. mingyu’s already huffing, waiting for your next move. you smirk, turning on your heel and walking further into the place.
“which one’s your room?” you call after him. he takes that as a hint to run up and show you to it.
mingyu can just barely hear your oohs and ahhs over the blood pumping like bass in his ears as he pushes his bedroom door open.
your fingers run along his shelves, eyes scanning his posters and the gym equipment scattered around the place. the picture of a dude’s room.
“where’s your roommate?” you ask, perching on his bed.
mingyu swallows, willing his voice to come, a little speechless just at the sight of you sitting where he sleeps. “wonwoo? uh, he’s out.”
you hum, nodding. “so we don’t have to worry about your volume, then.”
oh. you offer mingyu a grin and he just blanches. not yours, his volume. you’re not wrong though.. you’ll probably have him hooting and hollering from just thumbing his tip.
you clear your throat, commanding his attention.
“are you gonna fuck me from there or..?”
mingyu can feel his knees bending a little, on instinct from being flustered and wanting to shrink. you pat on the bed, just to gently guide him, and mingyu follows like a dog.
he chooses to sit beside you which makes you giggle. with a hand on the neck, thumb sitting above his thrumming pulse, you pull him in for a kiss. it’s startlingly tender, at least it begins so.
it’s not long at all until your impatience wins over and you’re licking into his mouth again, enticing little hums from mingyu’s throat. you swings your thighs over his as you climb into his lap, feeling his whole body tense as you sit right on the massive tent in his pants.
mingyu knows he’s fully hard, has been since you put your tongue in his mouth — but now you know it too. there’s a bit of an astonished look in your eye, as if finally confirming some theory. yes, it really is that big. boners give him headaches and he wouldn’t doubt that some of his back pain comes from lugging this big thing around all day.
even now, he can feel his head swimming from all the blood leaving to his lower half. you may leave him with a killer migraine from how hard he’s sure to cum, but it’ll be more than worth it. and you can always make it up to him, maybe….
you grind down on him a few times, the wet patch on his sweats growing even worse; mingyu throwing his head back and just letting you.
a rough hand gripping the scruff of his hair gets his eyes to fly open, staring at you with wide eyes like he’s in trouble. under his watch, you roll your hips deliberately slow, letting mingyu feel every ridge down there, all the wetness dripping from your—
shit, you’re not wearing underwear. you giggle at his recognition, and mingyu’s hands fly out to grip your thighs. to slow you down or get you to speed up, he doesn’t know. as long as you don’t stop.
you make a show with your hand: cupping a breast through your dress, trailing your fingers down your torso before they find the hem of your skirt. you snicker at mingyu’s eyes following every little move, then raise the dress to reveal your bare pussy rutting against his cock — nothing but the thin fabric of his sweats separating you, soiled sticky with your shared arousal.
mingyu whines at the sight, his cock pulsing under you in tandem. you even look a bit startled at how much of it moved, practically halfway in you at this point.
to his dismay you shift back, sitting on his thighs and leaving his poor crotch empty. he doesn’t get to pout for long though, since your hand leaves the dress to brush your knuckles against his length. mingyu shivers, a desperate noise leaving his mouth as your fingers dance over his cock. it throbs and jumps in response, and you giggle, continuing to just play with it. he can barely feel the warmth of your fingers through the fabric, and his hips cant upwards in chase of it.
“you’re real pretty like this, mingyu.” you murmur, fingers softly making a plucking motion over his tip and watching him try to thrust up into it.
as a big ass dude, he’s never heard himself be called ‘pretty’ before, even by his mother but… the way his body reacts to that speaks for itself.
he can’t even get out a ‘thanks’, nothing but embarrassing whines leaving his mouth, even over the faintest stimulation you’re offering him.
“you’ll need to work to fit inside.” you tell him, and he nods, even though he doesn’t even fully register what that means. “mingyu?”
“yeah?” he huffs out, glossy eyes finding yours. you swoon over how much he looks like a puppy, especially with his open-mouth panting, and the fact that he won’t move unless you tell him to.
softness swells inside you and your fingers splay through his hair, combing through it gently. a contrast to your blunt words: “eat me out.”
“oh,” he just says, mind lagging behind as the words sink in. “oh. yes, yeah. i can do that.”
you huff in amusement, pushing off his lap and positioning yourself at the edge of the bed. “i would hope so..”
mingyu follows your lead, sliding off the edge himself and sitting on the floor in front of you. you giggle at his commitment, spreading your legs and pulling the skirt up so your pussy is on full display for him.
saliva gathers in his mouth just looking at it, and he mentally runs through all of the advice jeonghan and joshua gave him.
leaning forward, mingyu starts out slow; leaving soft pecks on the skin of your thigh, listening to your breathing as he inches closer. he works up the courage to look up, holding your gaze as he gives a tentative lick.
you hum appreciatively, fingers finding his hair again, his lashes fluttering over how much he likes the feel of your hand there. mingyu dives in again, just licking for the sake of it — running his tongue through your folds and familiarising himself with your taste. he pulls a steady stream of hums from you, punctuated with a gasp when his tongue presses just right in a particular spot.
the clit, mingyu realises. he latches on so he doesn’t lose it — lips closing around the bud and sucking. your back arches, fingers twisting in mingyu’s hair and causing a groan to rumble on your pussy.
while mingyu kinda knows what to do, he also kinda doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing, so he follows the noises above him as direction. he builds a rhythm, switching between quick flicks of his tongue and sucking your clit into his mouth. then, he gets curious: licking down to your hole, juices gushing onto his tongue as he buries it into you. you squeak, thighs clamping around his head, and mingyu uses both of his hands to pry them back open.
he fucks you on his tongue, trying his best to keep his eyes on you through how much they’re rolling back into his head. he thinks he’s got the hang of this now — and so he drags his mouth back to your clit, replacing his tongue with two fingers. mingyu pistons them in and out, curls them up, and goes light-headed at all the gorgeous noises he’s pulling from your mouth.
you’re tight, such a tight fit it might hurt him when he goes in — so he can only imagine how much it’ll hurt you.
on that thought, mingyu scissors his fingers, spreading you open and brushing against your g-spot as he does. his cock jumps in his sweats as you drag out a moan, fist close to ripping out his hair. mingyu adds a third finger, fucks you on them for a bit and listens to your moans in response before easing in a fourth. even all his fingers won’t compare to his entire size, but it’s all he has to prepare you enough.
for the first time maybe ever, mingyu’s certain that you’re close. your body’s practically vibrating: thighs tensing around his ears, pussy throbbing in his mouth and around his fingers.
mingyu locks in, keeping his hand and tongue steady to fuck and lick you through it — that is, until you just tear his face away.
he blinks, registering what just happened as you pull his hand out yourself. he blinks again, and suddenly you’re pulling him up by the shirt collar until he’s sat back on the bed.
you shove him, and mingyu falls on his back. one more blink and mingyu’s met with the image of you lowering your pussy onto his mouth.
you straddle mingyu’s face, grabbing hold of his hair as an anchor before you start to rocklike crazy. your dress covers his eyes, but he’s undeterred as his hands find your ass and push you further down, gladly presenting his tongue for you to use.
mingyu can hardly breathe, but he’d die happily if the last thing he hears is your moans as you ride your orgasm out on his face.
his scalp burns when your fingers twist impossibly tight, hips grinding onto him so hard that even his teeth ache — but then a fresh wave of slick is gushing onto his tongue, and mingyu knows that you’re cumming.
it’s all too much for him and his painfully erect cock, and before he can even register what’s happening — mingyu’s stomach is lurching, cock spilling a hot load into his sweats.
you climb off him, looking unkempt and yet every bit still gorgeous. you tug mingyu by his neck into a kiss, feral and sloppy. teeth gnashing and tongues twisting. your chin sliding against his chin, covered in your cum and his own spit.
mingyu’s the one who breaks it off this time — as much as it pains him, he probably would’ve suffocated on your tongue there with just how breathless he’s been since you unsaddled from him.
you notice, allowing him a moment to actually get some air back into his lungs as you kiss along his jaw and above his adam’s apple. it bobs as you leave a peck there.
turning your attention to the rest of his body, you tug on his shirt, and mingyu lifts his arms to let you pull it off. chest bare, you begin to ravage him, leaving your mark as you suck hickeys and nip bites at his honey skin. your tongue runs through the valley of his pecs and the ridges of his abs, stopped only by the band of his sweats. you pull back, eyes landing on the large stain in his pants, and your lips curl into a smirk.
“aw,” you pout. “i’m flattered.”
you peel his waistband back, and mingyu takes the hint to raise his hips and let you pull these godforsaken sweats all the way down. he winces when his cock slaps against his stomach, sensitive and yet still fully hard.
you take a moment to just admire it, and mingyu gets progressively shy, pre beading at his tip like there isn’t actual cum still covering his length.
you wrap gentle fingers around the base, smiling at how it jumps in your hand. what mingyu doesn’t expect is for you to lean down, and press your lips against the head of his cock.
mingyu groans, so sensitive and yet so fucking good. you don’t go too hard as you mouth at his tip, then darting your tongue out and running it down his length — licking up all the cum dripping down to his balls. you even leave a kiss on his sack, and he shivers, almost shutting his legs on instinct.
he giggles. “sorry, no one’s ever—”
“i could spend all day down here,” you tell him, eyes alight and smile beaming. you really do mean that and you want him to know it. “you’ve got more than enough for a girl to be grateful for.”
mingyu shivers again as you leave an open-mouthed kiss on his cock, running your lips over his length, though he’s not sure if it’s because of that or because of your words.
“almost didn’t believe a man that looks like you could be so desperate, but now..” you press your thumb to his frenulum, revelling in the moan that rips from his chest. “what a lucky girl i am, huh?”
“ffu—shit, you mean i’m the lucky one,” mingyu manages to grit out. “haven’t been laid in forever.”
“see now, i just can’t believe that. well, i do, now that i’m actually touching you—” you squeeze his tip as if to make a point, and mingyu nearly thrashes from how much that just built his next orgasm. “guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time, hm?”
mingyu nods feverishly. you smile, so entirely endeared with him.
with how much of a package mingyu is (in more ways than one), you probably would’ve still fucked him even if you found out he was lying about being pathetically bitchless. now, his good looks are just a bonus. you’re going to fuck him because you’re starting to feel quite fond of him.
“where’s your condoms?” you ask him, granting his poor cock some mercy and instead choosing to run your hands over his sweat-slick abs.
“er..” his mind blanks for a moment, too caught up on the fact that you’re really about to fuck him. “pants pocket.”
you stand from the bed, kneeling down to reach into where you threw his pants on the floor. you arch a brow at mingyu, no doubt realising how he’s got an entire stash of condoms in there, but you don’t mention it.
back on your feet, you shrug your dress off, revealing nothing but a bare, beautifully sculpted body beneath.
“wah..” mingyu unintentionally says out loud, just admiring you.
you roll your eyes, ripping the condom packet open with your teeth. “don’t cum before i even put it in.”
“better hurry then..” he smiles, flashing his sharp canines.
it’s all fast movement from there: you slip the condom on mingyu, snickering a comment about how it took forever until it reached the base, and then you position yourself right above him.
mingyu holds his breath, expecting you to ease onto him — totally unprepared for you to just drop down.
mingyu body curls upwards like you’ve just winded him, cursing like a sailor over your heat wrapped around him. he already knew it’d be like this, even with all the prep, but you’re so fucking tight. you’re just sitting there, not even moving, and yet your pussy is strangling the fucking life out of his cock.
he’s so caught up in trying not to cum prematurely that he forgets about your own discomfort. mingyu recollects himself, pressing a gentle palm to your back as he schools his shaky breathing.
“you okay?” he wheezes out, eyes screwing shut at the pulse your pussy gives.
“mm.” you hum, offering no sign to fuss over, but that doesn’t stop mingyu. holding your waist, he attempts to lift you off of him, but you cut that shit out immediately when you grind yourself forward on his cock. he keels over, head buried into your shoulder.
“‘s a lot to take, but i’m fine, mingyu.” you reassure him, fingers playing with his hair since you’ve realised how much he seems to like it. “are you okay?”
he groans out, intending for that to be a yes. you giggle. “i’m going to move now, alright?” he repeats the groan noise in reply.
you plant both feet on either side of mingyu, balancing yourself with your hands holding his hair, and then you start to bounce. just slowly to start off, letting your pussy adjust to the massive ass cock spearing you open. you know that if you were to have inched down, your pussy would’ve tried to push it out, so making mingyu fit meant just taking it all at once.
he currently looks like he’s the one that has to adjust to you, though.
mingyu lets out a stream of whimpers into your ear where his head is lolled onto your shoulder, just pliantly taking what you’re giving him. all of his brainpower is channelled into holding his cum back right now.
his effort is almost in vain when you speed up, bouncing so hard that his balls smack into your ass with each thrust onto him.
he’s moaning so loud he didn’t even realise the desperate cries coming from your mouth too — dick twitching so violently he didn’t even realise how much you’re pulsing around him.
mingyu pulls back, knowing he’ll regret it if he spent the entire duration of sex with his face stuffed in your shoulder — his eyes captivated on where your bodies connect.
he can’t find the strength in him to offer anything more than his hips stuttering up, attempting to meet each of your bounces on him. in and out, in and out, in and—
“fuuuuucck,” mingyu drawls, eyes rolling so far back he catches a glimpse of his own brain.
you don’t mention it as you quickly wipe some drool from the corner of his mouth, then gasp as you feel his cock spasm like a snapped rubber band. “shit, mingyu, are you—”
you don’t get to ask and he doesn’t get to answer before his orgasm slams into him like a bag of bricks. mingyu’s head lolls back, knuckles turning white where they’re holding onto your waist for dear life, sure to leave bruises in their wake.
you fuck mingyu until you’re certain the condom must be flooded, and then you fuck yourself on him some more.
mingyu’s unintelligible at this point, hoarse voice almost unrecognisable as he can do nothing but moan through the sensitivity. it’s raw and god it hurts but you don’t stop fucking him. he doesn’t want you to either.
your bounces shift into rocking your hips on him, his spent cock rubbing deep and perfectly into your g-spot. your clit grinds on the skin of his groin with each movement, and before long you’re riding out a second orgasm on him.
mingyu takes it, long past his limit but loving every second of you just using him like a toy. he even tries his best to fuck up as you’re cumming, the sweet thing.
after the last wave of your orgasm gushes around his cock, you just lay boneless on mingyu — his body keeping you both propped upright as you catch your breaths and your trains of thought.
his large hand comes to caress your back. he winces when you pulse around him once more, his cock softening inside the spent condom.
“you should probably take the condom off.” you mumble into his collarbone.
he hums, finger mindlessly drawing shapes onto your back.
“and put a new one on.” you add, leaving a peck on his jaw like what you said was nothing out of the ordinary.
“wait, what?”
“what?” you eye him like he’s the one who said something crazy. “did you think that’s all i came for?” you continue, smile stretching across your face.
“uh…” well, yeah. every other girl he’s been with was halfway out the door before he could even tie the condom up.
you kiss him, sweetly this time. a stark contrast to the sloppy, tongue filled make-outs you were having just minutes ago.
“unless you don’t want this as much as you’ve led me to believe..” you tease.
“fuck, i do, i do.” he confirms quickly. “just… give me five minutes.” as if on command, his temple throbs with pain. “and some ibuprofen.”
you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss.
god, you’re going to wring all 12 inches of him dry.
...is this enough to ask if you’d like to go out sometime?
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you were supposed to be working.
the heavy textbook was still sitting open on the corner of your desk, its pages completely ignored. instead of highlighting important sentences, you were laying face down, hips arched high off the mattress of your bed, while the quiet guy from your lecture series single-handedly ruined your ability to think straight.
hwang hyunjin had always been an unreadable fixture in the back row of your lecture hall. with his dark hair falling across his eyes, sharp jawline, and an aloof aura that kept everyone at a distance, you had taken a quiet, intense liking to him from day one—although your friends never really understood what you saw in him. to everyone else he was a total weirdo, but you never thought so.
so when your professor paired you two up together to work on a project—you decided this was going to be your chance to make your move on him.
you never expected to find out what he was like behind closed doors—underneath that nonchalantness he always moved around with. now, you knew exactly how he could be.
he rammed his thick length relentlessly in and out of you. every deep thrust drove his metal barbell piercing straight through your hyper-sensitive walls. the sensation was delicious torture, the freezing metal offering a sharp, shocking contrast to the suffocating, white-hot heat of your sopping wet core.
hot tears streamed down your face, your throat catching on a ragged sob each time his hips slammed home against your backside.
“hyun- ah! wait,” you slurred your words, completely drunk on the intoxicating pleasure rolling through your veins.
his large hands ran possessively up and down your bare back. whenever he leaned down to press a wet, lingering kiss onto your shoulder blades, you could feel the biting coolness of his lip piercing against your flushed skin.
"wait?" he murmured against your neck "is it too much for you, sweetheart, hm?"
though the question sounded gentle, he made absolutely no effort to slow down. in fact, he redoubled the force of his thrusts, his long fingers sliding down between your thighs to rub circles over your aching clit. you stared down through your tear-blurred vision at his hand—the exact same fingers you had been daydreaming about while sitting next to him at your desk earlier that day. they were painted a glossy black with intricate nail art, and through the haze of your pleasure, you made a frantic mental note to ask him to paint yours exactly like that later.
"nooo- fuck," you babbled incoherently, barely aware of what was coming out of your mouth. "it’s just... wan' you to never stop. feels s'good..."
you weren't even sure if he understood your rambling. you didn't care much anyway; you were far too busy trying to fight back the impending wave of your orgasm, desperately not wanting to cum so embarrassingly quick.
through the haze of your pleasure, you registered a chuckle behind you. you turned your head around to glance back at him through your tear-blurred vision. he was looking down at you, his eyes hooded, his lips parted as he took in the ruin he was making of you.
“you’re gonna cum already? fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned.
you let out a high-pitched, pathetic whine as he shifted his angle, the heavy metal of his piercing hitting your sweet spot so flawlessly it made your brain go entirely blank.
“yes- mmph, shit! fucking me so good,” you sobbed, a fresh wave of tears gathering and running freely down your flushed cheeks.
suddenly, he pulled completely out of you. before you could even let out a single sound of protest at the sudden emptiness, his hands locked onto your hips. he flipped your body around onto your back with effortless control and immediately slammed back into you, bottoming out instantly. the abundance of your wetness made the impact produce an embarrassingly loud, squelching sound that echoed through the quiet room.
it was as if he had never left at all. his hips picked up the same brutal, relentless pace, but the new face-to-face angle made you approach your orgasm all the quicker. your eyelids fluttered, starting to shut on their own as the overwhelming friction dragged you over the edge.
before you could even warn him, you were coming. you gushed hard around him, your tight walls clenching down on his dick so violently that he completely stopped, momentarily trapped by the intense, pulsing suction of your climax.
“fuck, you’re a sight,” hyunjin panted, his voice completely breathless as he stared down at you.
and you definitely were. your face was completely wrecked with pleasure, your cheeks glistening with tears, your chest heaving frantically up and down while your thighs trembled so hard around his waist it seemed your body couldn't decide whether it wanted him locked inside or pushed out.
your mind quickly decided on the latter, your hips rolling up to chase his warmth.
hyunjin let out a strained groan, the violent clenching of your walls pushing him right past his own limit. realizing he couldn't hold back any longer, he gripped your thighs tightly, pulling himself out of your tight heat at the absolute last second. he grunted, his upper body tensing as he came heavily all over the outside of your pussy, the thick, white heat of his release coating your puffy cunt.
he collapsed down beside you on the tangled sheets, both of your chests heaving in the quiet room as your heartbeats slowly tried to sync back down to a normal rhythm.
you blinked through the fading haze, the cool air hitting your damp skin. the empty ache inside you returned almost instantly, the lingering phantom sensation of his metal piercing making you twitch restlessly.
“hyunjin,” you whined, reaching out blindly to tug at the hem of his dark graphic tee, your voice small and needy. “more. please. need more”
hyunjin let out a breathy, exhausted chuckle, rolling onto his side to look at you. he ran his fingers through his messy dark hair, a lazy, incredibly fond smirk pulling at his lips. “sweetheart, i just fucked you. you want more, already?”
“uh-huh”
“insatiable little thing,” he murmured, leaning over to kiss your forehead before pulling you right back into his chest.
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PRÉCIS ! Your school wasn’t very different from any other, people had their own cliques, cheerleaders in one table, nerdy kids at another. So naturally, you, the popular girl in school has her very own clique. Until, everything goes south when your boyfriend decides to break up with you for some wannabe you. And Obviously, the best way to make him jealous is to date the schools biggest loner. but.. what would happen if you actually fell in love with him..?
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐(warning: not proofread, implied sex! ya girl cant write smut sry guys i dont have that skill yet)
“really? you used me as an excuse!” yuji laughed, getting comfortable in the front seat of megumis car. he had been the first person megumi picked up since yuji lived closer.
“yeah, because you’re mainly the one forcing me to do shit. so obviously she’s gonna believe it.”
“well you’re my best friend of course i’m dragging you around with me everywhere!” yuji pats megumis shoulder. megumi shook his head before taking off to head to nobaras place.
“soo.. you like.. really like yn, huh..?” yuji turned to megumi, waiting for his response.
“yeah… why?”
“well.. i dunno.. i honestly didn’t think the two of you would get together..— like don’t get me wrong you two look good together but ..”
“but..?” megumis brows furrowed, gaze remaining on the road. he honestly didn’t like where this conversation was going. for moment, he almost thought his best friend didn’t fully support his relationship.
“but..” he groans, “i dunno.. deep down, deep deep deep down, i still kinda don’t trust yn, i hate how she used to treat us before all of this. im glad she changed, really!!!” he paused, nervously looking back to megumi. yuji almost couldn’t stop talking, he had no filter, he said things that really didn’t need to be said in the moment.
“itadori. what the fuck are you talking about..?” megumi looks at yuji, confused. his eyebrows furrowed, shaking his head.
“whatever man, you both changed. for the better!” yuji puts his hands up in mock surrender. “you’re genuinely.. whipped. deny it all you want. you love that girl.”
without noticing, red crept up on megumis face. the tips of his ear a soft pink, as well as his cheeks. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” megumi bit the inside of his cheek, avoiding yujis gaze.
“aww!! see you’re blushing! i have to take a picture of this!” yuji lifted his body just a bit to pull out his phone from his back pocket.
“you’re not doing jack.” megumi snatched yujis phone and put it in his own pocket.
“what the hell!” yuji pouts, throwing his hands up in frustration. “cmon you look adorable blushing over your girlfriend!!”
“shut up. here text nobara we’re here.” megumi throws yuji phone back into his lap as he puts the car in park.
“okay…” he typed his message to nobara. soon after, she was seen walking out with maki towards megumis car.
“oh shit maki’s here?” yuji speaks
up as the girls enter the car.
“yeah, saved megumi the trouble of driving all the way to my house.” she shrugs, getting comfortable in her seat to put on her seatbelt.
“thanks..” megumi turns his body to face everyone. “okay so.. craft store right..?” megumi asks hesitantly.
“are you deadass? you’re over here dragging us out of our homes to help you out and youre unsure if we’re going to a craft store?! you literally texted us saying ‘it’s not like we’re going to a party we’re literally going to a craft store!” nobara scoffs, crossing her arms.
“essentially… i just don’t know which one.. ”
“just drive to the nearest craft store you idiot. they all basically have the same shit.” nobara hits megumi on his head lightly, rolling her eyes.
“ow—.. right..“ megumi begins driving to the closest craft store he could think of.
the drive there was fairly noisy with maki constantly dissing yuji for his music taste and nobara nagging megumi that he’s really late on doing this.
when the four of them got to the craft store, they got out and made their way in.
“so i actually don’t even know what i need..” megumi pressed his lips into a thin line, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.
“you’re so unprepared. i hate you” nobara hits megumis arm lightly and sighs. “well.. inumaki said to make it music based.. so.. what’s a song that both of you like..?”
the four of them began to walk around the store aimlessly. “she likes helena.. which is surprising.. she seems more of a green day girl to me.” megumi rambled.
“right.. okay then let’s do your promposal based on that.” nobara let the group to where the poster bored were at. “let’s do like.. a black poster to save us time.. and then we can get white, red, gray, and black paint.”
megumi nods, grabbing everything that nobara listed. “is that it..?”
“do you want to buy her flowers..? balloons..?”
“i already got her a bouquet.. i actually wanted to uhm, burn a cd .. y’know.. make her a mixtape..” megumi said with a low tone, almost embarrassed to admit it.
“aww! fushiguro is so in love!” yuji teases, throwing his arm around his friends shoulder.
“shut up itadori.” megumi lightly shoves his friend off of him making his stumble back.
“you have all the materials for that?” maki walks closer to megumi, her hands in her back pockets.
“yeah, i honestly just needed your guys’ help on the poster..”
“don’t tell me that in other words you want us to make it?” nobara side eyed megumi, setting the items down on the counter.
“possibly..” megumi squeezed through his friends to make it to the cashier so he could pay for everything. “look you guys..” he pauses. “well.. by you guys i mean just nobara and maki.. sorry itadori.”
“none taken…”
“right.. you guys are the most artistic people i know. so like, im sure you’ll have no problem doing this right?”
“i won’t do this for free.” nobara crosses her arms, maki mirroring her actions immediately after, nodding.
after megumi pays for his supplies, they head to the nearest froyo place. the group of teens filled the small shop with laughter with yuji practically breaking out into song about how brownies are the best topping and nobara and maki completely booing him for it, saying that m&ms takes the top spot.
this whole dispute causing the people that were sitting at the tables to join in on the debate.
in the end, many other customers picked yujis side. he jumped up and down taking spoonfuls of froyo to his mouth. megumi shook his head, paying for the froyo.
yuji waved goodbye to everyone as if he had known them for years and exited the small shop, his three friends following behind.
“you did NOT have to cause a scene like that.” megumi scooped up some froyo and eat it happily, nodding as his tastebuds grew happy with him.
“it’s yuji we’re talking about. he caused scenes everywhere he goes.” maki shakes her head.
“no i dont—!”
“let’s just go to my place. i need this poster done asap.” megumi quickly interrupts yuji and hops into his car.
when the four of them got to megumis place, they quickly stationed themselves in his bedroom.
“while you guys do that, i’m gonna make the mixtape to save me time.” the girls nod and started to get to work.
“so what should i do?” yuji stands around awkwardly. his arms flapping out, biting the inside of his cheek.
“just like, i dunno, watch a movie or something.”
“okay!”
hours go by, songs have been transferred and the poster is getting its finishing touches.
megumi stands up, stretching as if he hadn’t stood up in years. he walks over to the girls to see their progress. “holy shit.. this is so .. good!” he high-fives the two.
“thanks. it took so long to do the letters, you need to pay us with froyo again.” maki points.
“okay okay, i will. thanks guys.”
“you finish your mixtape?” nobara stands up to stretching her legs.
“yeah wanna see what i wrote in it?” she nods and megumi walks back over to his desk to grab the cd. he walks back over to nobara and hands him the cd.
she reads the words out loud. “i made this cd for you.. have se..” she stops. “you’re disgusting-“ she shoves the cd into his chest.
he smirks, laughs escaping his lips. “it’s funny!!”
“whatever. when are you proposing to her?” nobara crosses her arms.
“woah woah woah! maybe in like years time nobara..” megumi puts his hand to his chest.
“oh shut up you know what i meant.”
“i was actually thinking about tonight..” he scratched his neck, nervous.
“i mean.. your stuff is ready isn’t it? i say go for it.” maki stands up, joining in on the conversation.
“really? okay i’ll text her then.” he grabs his phone. “thanks again guys. i owe you one.”
“a weeks worth of froyo. cough.” nobara kneels down to clean up the area where they painted.
“sure sure..”
“alright you guys can hang out here or whatever, but i have to leave now.”
“you’re gonna wear that..?” maki judged his outfit, squinting and shaking her head.
“yeah what’s wrong with it?”
“well you’ve just been wearing it all day.. you need to change.” she shrugged.
he groans. “okay whatever.” he quickly
rummaged through his closet. the girls quickly stepped out so he could change.
he ran down the stairs to get approval of this new outfit with the poster, cd and flowers in hand. “is this good?”
“it’s basically what you just had on.”
“okay but it’s different!— different belts, shirt, pants. different—“
“yeah but like it’s the same shit—“
“i think you look fine—“
“you need a new wardrobe.”
everyone talked over eachother, listing things what could be different while yuji continues to say he looks fine.
megumi groans, “whatever! i’m wearing this!” he heads to the door to put on his shoes.
“you need new shoes too—“
“shut it!” he waved them off. “i’ll be back.”
“no you won’t .” yuji squints knowingly.
“okay whatever just lock up if you guys leave, don’t eat everything and don’t make a mess bye!” he closes the door behind him and walks to his car.
megumi sits in his car for a couple seconds, nervous. megumi knew he had nothing to worry about since you two are already dating, but, the feeling of still dawned on him.
he took a couple breaths before starting the car and heading over to your place. he constantly glanced over at the poster in the passenger seat, silently thanking his friends for their help.
when he pulled in into your driveway, his heart began to beat faster, hands got sweatier.
he put his car in park and took more breaths before stepping out. he grabs his things, hands shaking as if he didn’t know your answer already.
after a few steps, he was already at your door. he gulps before bringing his hand up and ringing your doorbell.
while he waited for you to get to the door, he fidgeted with his fingers and shuffled his feet nervously. he admired your big house and the nice flowers that were planted at the enterance.
he hears the door unlock and his heart drops, mouth instantly getting dry.
the door swings open, revealing you with a giant smile. “gumii!!” you noticed him first before the poster infront of him. you bring your hand to your mouth, gasping. “oh my god.. baby..!!” you walk closer, arms immediately raised to hug his neck. “of course i’ll go to prom with you, are you kidding?!” you peck his lips.
“these flowers are so cute, gumi. oh my goodness..”
megumi exhales, not realizing he was even holding his breath. “sorry the bouquet isn’t as good as those expensive ones you’ve probably received before..” he gives a weak smile. “it was pretty cheap for something last minute..” he looks down, embarrassed. “i’ll get you 200 roses next time.”
“no gumi! these are beautiful. i don’t care if you showed up with one rose or even a hundred! i love and will love everything you give me.” you kiss his cheek.
“i also uhm.. made you a mixtape too.” he puts the poster in his left hand with the bouquet, grabbing the mixtape from his pocket. he hands it over, upside down.
you happily took it, flipping it over. you read the words megumi wrote on the cd and smirked. “hmmm okay.” you tap your chin, teasingly.
“wait really?!— it was a joke..”
“oh so you don’t wanna..?”
“no wait yeah.. yeah i do..” he subconsciously stepped forward and reached out to hold your waist.
you giggled. “great then what’re we still doing out here!” you grab his hand and pulled him inside.
the two of your eagerly headed upstairs, shoes messily discarded by the front door.
the night was full of laughter, messy makeout and clothes abandoned on your bedroom floor.
it was safe to say megumi did not return home that night but rather early in the morning.
NOTE ! HELLO SORRY I DISAPPEARED FOR A SEC IM BACK MS CHAPTER OUT SOON i actually hate how i wrote this chapter guys im so sorry im possibly gonna rewrite it in the future
NOTE 2 ! LETS PRETEND THE POSTER DOESNT SAY WINTER FORMAL!!! EHHEHEH
Yoon Siyun X Fem! She/Her! Reader | smau , non-idol , university
{y/n's pov}
I laugh a little to myself as I read kiah's stupid texts, putting my phone down and sitting up on the kitchen counter while I eat my sandwich.
I hear faint shuffling from the hallway, figuring my roommate's probably awake now. I avoid looking at him, staring straight at my sandwich as if it were the most interesting thing in the world right now.
When he steps into the kitchen area, it's almost difficult not to look at him as he rubs his eyes and yawns, looking oddly cuter than you'd think a grown man should.
I find myself staring, ‹ he's kinda pretty... he's like really pretty... > I think mindlessly to myself.
{3rd person}
Siyun feels your eyes on him as he shakily grabs a glass of water, making him feel nervous. Siyun hesitantly glances over at you. He not only notices your stare, but accidentally looks a little too far down, noticing the lack of a certain garment...
Siyun's cheeks and neck grow warm and red, his eyes darting around anywhere but you.
{y/n pov}
I snap back in from zoning out, blinking, then noticing his overly flustered state. I now feel hyper aware of the fact that I forgot to put a bra on before leaving my bedroom.
I hop off the counter and practically sprint back to my room.
Warnings: Sub!Riki, Virgin!Riki, dom!Reader, fem!reader, idol x reader, reader x Riki, cock warming, Noona kink, unprotected sex, crying.
Synopsis: Riki has had a crush on you since he debuted because you are Enhypens personal tailor and you’re really hot. One day he comes to your studio to get his jeans singed in the waist and one thing leads to another and you take his virginity.
A/N: lowkey one of my best works (yet), also I was giggling the whole time while writing this. 😵💫✌️
Wordcount: idk, takes maybe 5 mins to read? If you’re slow like me lmao
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He stands frozen, hands locked onto his sides. Why did you have to be so close up?
You’re on your knees, needles between your teeth and your eyebrows furrowed.
He glances down and immediately regrets it because fuck you’re so hot.
”Alright,” you take out the needles from your mouth and chuck them onto their magnetic holder. ”Sewing these in won’t be too hard, I’ll get started on that right now.” You say.
Riki nods shortly and starts sliding his jeans off as you stand up and turn around. Wanting to give him some privacy as he’s changing you walk further down your studio.
When you come back Riki has changed into his baggy sweat pants that you see him wearing almost daily.
He hands you the jeans that you’re gonna sew in the waist of.
”Uhm do I leave or stay here?” He asks.
You look up at him. ”It won’t take long you can stay here.”
You’ve known Riki for years because you’re Enhypen’s personal tailor. He’s got a big crush on you. Which you’re very aware of. The way his ears are always pink when you’re around and the way he stumbles over words.
He follows you back into the studio. The walls are covered in shelves containing fabrics, threads, extra needles and different tools for measuring.
You get started on the jeans, cutting up and sewing in. In about fifteen minutes you’re done, taking more time than you normally would have because these jeans are very expensive.
”Thank you…” he blushes when you hand him the finished product.
”Do you need anything else?” Taking a step closer, keeping your hands on his as he tries to grab the jeans. His eyes widen and he looks down at where your hands connect, then back up at your face.
Slowly you bite your lower lip. He gulps. ”Uh…” then looks away to see if anyone had come in. No one had.
He doesn’t know what to do. Riki has never been intimate before. Debuting in Enhypen at such a young age has caused him to just not gain any experience. But he’s not stupid. He knows what you’re trying to do and he’s reciprocating it.
You notice the way he stares at your lips. Then he drops the jeans and places his hands on the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss.
You can feel his hands shaking on the back of your neck, he’s so nervous it’s kind of endearing. Your tongue slides across his bottom lip and he whimpers quietly as he opens his mouth.
”You’re so pretty, Y/N…” he whispers quietly.
”Thank you, Riki..” you smile softly. Then you pull away and he whines slightly. But the whine is immediately switched into a moan as you kiss his neck. ”You’re so obvious…” you whisper into his ear before gently kissing his earlobe. He clutches the fabric covering your shoulders and tilts his head to the side.
His growing erection presses hard against your lower stomach and you get an idea. You slide your hand down and palm the growing erection. His breath hitches.
”N-Noona” he moans. He’s getting needier by the second. Pulling at your sleeves, and jerking his hips onto your hand.
He squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head back, his breath shaking. ”Please noona…”
”Please what? Use your words…”
”T-touch me…”
You’ve fantasized about him for so long, you know he’s a virgin. And that turns you on. Slowly teasing him you reach into his pants, using your pinky finger to trace the outline of his cock through his underwear. His face turns bright red.
A wet spot catches your attention. ”Wow… so eager for me…”
He moans a quiet and embarrassed moan. Suddenly you take your hands out of his pants and he immediately opens his eyes. Did he do something wrong? His grip on your shoulder loosens and he drops his hands to his sides.
”Sit on the chair.” You order. He’s still confused, but by the lack of yelling he assumes he hasn’t done anything wrong. He follows your order like the obedient boy he is and sits down on the chair. You take in the sight of him for a few seconds before moving. He blushes hard under your gaze.
You unbuckle the belt from your waist and his gaze drops at the same time as your pants. They pool beneath you on the floor with a quiet thud from the belt. He gulps as he takes in the sight of you walking up to him. Your hips swaying side to side as you walk. With your index finger and thumb you tilt his chin up.
”I want you looking at me while I fuck you.”
His face turns red and he can’t do anything but nod.
You straddle his lap on the chair, slowly and carefully you start grinding against his hard dick. He whimpers quietly. It’s hard to contain yourself.
”Noona- please… Ngh… I need you-”
You bite your lip. He lifts his hips up and you pull down his sweatpants and boxers. His hard cock springing up against his stomach. It’s twitching and leaking precum. Riki shifts your panties to the side at your command and with your hand you grab his cock.
”Ah-”
”How much do you want to feel me?”
”W-what…”
”Tell me…”
”So- so bad noona… I wanna feel your warm pussy around my dick so badly… noona… noona please…”
His red tip smears juices across your slit as you tease him. He leans his head back and moans desperately.
Riki tries jerking his hips upward to get just the slimmest chance of friction but it doesn’t work.
His hands grip at your hips tightly before moving down to your thighs. His fingers tracing over your stretch marks which gauge his attention. He peeps down and bites his lips. Fuck… something so simple being so hot..
”Noon-noona… please… please fuck me…” his voice breathy and desperate. Because you’re so nice, you comply.
”Does this good boy want to get fucked?”
”Ngh- yes… yes noona…”
You lower yourself onto his cock. He moans as your heat envelopes him.
”Fuck… noona you’re so warm… Ngh..”
He fully bottoms out in your pussy, and you sit there, adjusting to his size when suddenly you get an idea. Cock warming.
He can almost hear the idea form in your mind by the way your eyes glisten.
”N-Noona… please… please move…” he begs after a few seconds of you just sitting there. He grabs your hips and try pulling you up to get some movement but you resist.
Instead your lips meet his neck, giving it a long lick from the collarbone to his ear.
”Ah… noona…” Riki moans. Right underneath his ear your lips stop and you bite down. He jerks his hips upwards. ”Noona… Noona please move… I need you to ride me…”
Sweet nonsense comes out of his mouth as he continues to beg. His cock is twitching inside of your pussy, begging for friction.
He buries his face in your chest, lucky for him you’ve been wearing a tank top that shows your cleavage.
”Noona… please I wanna come…” he mumbles. But you stay put. With every slight movement you make, wether it’s taking a deep breath or moving your face closer to his neck to kiss it, he moans. They’re not quiet either, they’re loud and begging for attention.
Tears build up in his eyes, not shedding just yet. ”Noona… move… please… I need to… to come…”
He tilts his head up to look at you, his chin placed perfectly between your tits. A single tear rolls down his cheek. ”Noona… I’ve been such a good boy… please move…” you use your thumb to wipe off the tear.
”Awh… is my sweet boy upset?”
Slowly you start grinding your hips towards him.
”Ahh- ngh…” he buries his face in your tits. ”K-keep… Ngh… Noona- no… I don’t want to come… come yet…” he begs.
Funny, he’d been begging you to move for minutes then when you actually do it he wants you to stop? A chuckle escapes you.
”Come inside me, baby…”
A moan escapes him as he comes hard into your pussy. ”Fuck noona… noona…did I do good?” He asks, looking up at you again with those pearly eyes of his.
”So good, for me and only me…” you whisper and reassure before kissing him softly.
genre: smut, homie hopper y/n, ohshc au, mini series, dom! reader, crack, fluff, uni au, reverse harem, parody
pairing: sub! ot5 txt x dom! reader (yeonjun x reader in this chap)
summary: You enrol into a rich ass university under a scholarship scheme. You find out the university is not only famous for its prestigiousness, but also very famous for their host club: a club with five very handsome, very eccentric boys that entertain the bored and affluent students. When you accidentally land yourself in debt to them, you're forced to assist with five events each under a different host. What can go wrong…?!
warnings: subby!yeonjun, dom!reader, afab gn reader, cringe flirting, making out, handjob, cunnilingus, fingering, cum eating, top! yeonjun, riding, finger sucking, feminisation of yeonjun, use of pet names ‘princess’, use of condom, inaccurate depictions of fashion design
word count: 9k Txt host club ml & char profile !
“come on, just come with me after this. I don’t wanna go alone.” Your friend, yoon, nudges you, not so discreetly chatting to you once you’re nearing the end of your two hour lecture.
Your eyes flicker from the board, which you’re still trying to concentrate on, but also, your attention is wearing thin and you’re waiting until the painfully slow last few seconds go by and it finally ends. “I don’t get it. Is this some kind of society?” You whisper back to her.
“Kinda…yeah, it’s a host club-” You don’t hear the rest of what she says, everyone starts chaotically packing up their laptops and notes, abruptly leaving the lecture hall once it ends and flooding the exits with traffic.
You do the same, and so does yoon. Once you’re out in the hallway and away from the trampling stampede, she begins animatedly trying to sell the idea to you again.
“I went to that badminton taster session for you because you wanted to go! And I got hit in the face with a racket, so that means you totally have to come with me this time.”
You sigh inconveniently, adjusting the strap of your bag higher on your shoulder. You supposed you could go to it for her, you were free the rest of the evening. “Fine, what’s it actually about again?”
She rubs at the back of her neck, pausing, looking sheepish and surprisingly hesitant for a second. Your eyebrow raises at this.
“You really don’t know? Surely you must have heard of it? It’s really popular.”
You shrug your shoulders, very intrigued. “No.”
“What rock are you living under...” Yoon exasperatedly mumbles, “Well…you know like, a normal host club? Where males entertain people with like, alcohol and pretend to be like, their boyfriends? Well….we have one. At the university. Except, it’s more like a tea-and-conversation, flirting, with the five most handsome and richest students here.”
You stop walking. She stops walking. Someone behind you nearly bumps into both your backs, giving you both an irritated glare as they walk past. You study her face, but she’s looking at you with complete sincerity. “Oh my god. You’re serious.” You start walking again, faster this time, shaking your head. “You rich people are bizarre.”
When you’d joined the university on a scholarship, you had come to find out just how terrible and outlandish these nepotism children really were firsthand. They operated on an entirely different plane of existence. This manages to top the cake though. They really do fuckall with their time, anything but actually studying. It’s not like it really matters though, they’ll still become heirs of multi-million pound companies anyway.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds. Truly!” Yoon insists, jogging to match your pace.
“How is this allowed?”
Yoon shrugs. “The creator’s family is like, the main funder of the university.”
You’re not surprised. “Of course.” You tighten your hold on the strap of your bag. “So, these people are whoring themselves out basically?” How is this ethical?
“Come on, it’s harmless and fun! It’s Furry Friday!”
“Furry…what?” You try to blink yourself awake, staring off into the end of the hallway, dissociated. Why do you even bother anymore?
“Yeah, and there’s Maid Monday too…it’s just like a cool events cafe. There’s themes. It’s cute!”
“So, do these people sleep with their guests too?” You joke, casting a sideways glance at your friend, giving up with the actual questioning of the existence of this club at a prestigious university.
Yoon looks to her left and right, covering her mouth with her hand and whispers. “Ssh. That’s more of an underground thing. They’re very selective about it and it’s superrr expensive.”
Your face drops. “What?” This is not right. You drag a hand down your face, sighing heavily. “You really want me to go to this with you?”
Your friend nods her head enthusiastically, clasping her hands together. “Please. I need to get over my last scarring situationship.”
You give your friend a pointed look. “Didn’t she like, borrow £700 off you and you never saw her again? There’s not much to get over.”
Yoon grimaces as if she’s living through it all again, not wanting the reminder. “Yes, she had some gambling issues. But, she was so perfect other than that.” Yoon sighs wistfully. “Come on, I paid for both our entry fees already. Food’s included.”
Your ears perk up at that, staring at your friend who now has a sneaky little smile creeping up on her face, knowing she’s already won. You pause. Food is included? You wouldn’t pass up on free food…Damn that your friend knows you well. You huff resignedly. “Okay…I’ll go with you.”
Yoon squeals, bringing your hands to hers and jumping up and down aggressively. “Thanks!You’re the best.”
Now, you stand in the endless queue of other students waiting to get into the club, a snake of a line going right to the end of the corridor and around the corner. It really must be popular. How had you never heard of it before? There’s a permanent sign on the door reading ‘TXT HOST CLUB’. They even have their own personal room at the university? Even from outside, you can already hear loud squealing and high pitched screams at whatever is going on in the room.
Finally, eventually, it comes to both your turns, reaching the front. Yoon shows some ticket online and you’re allowed in, the big gilded doors opening, and you’re momentarily blinded by a sudden light.
You’re not entirely sure what you were expecting, but it’s definitely not this; five guys in animal ears and paws, dancing to some girl group song on a raised platform. The spacious room is all pink with even pink marbled floor, fancy chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and ribbons and streamers decorating the walls and pillars. There’s cardboard cutouts of the members all around the room in absurd outfits, vampires, maids, fairies, princes, sanrio, mermaids, knights, traditional clothing, and more.
You’re escorted onto a free table with Yoon. Even the tables are decorated so lovely with floral lace cloth and a vase of flowers in the middle. There’s tiered cake stands with the yummiest looking sandwiches, cakes, pastries, tarts, and macarons. Laid too, are expensive-looking intricate painted tea sets and teapots. Maybe, perhaps, you could get behind this for the food.
Yoon doesn’t pay attention to anything on the table though, she’s too busy watching the performance, entirely enamoured and delighted by it, clapping and cheering them on.
“Oh, wow…” You watch it too, in disbelief, still trying to process your surroundings. All of this feels like a complete, bizarre, fever dream, but you have to admit, they were surprisingly pretty good at dancing, synchronisation quite insane for a bunch of random pompous dudes.
“I should introduce you to them all!” Yoon shouts over the music, excitedly pointing at one on the far right. “That’s taehyun! He’s super smart and stoic,” then she moves her pointed finger to the left each time, “that’s Kai he’s super sweet and cute! Oh-and that’s beomgyu he’s super emo and plays guitar, that’s soobin he’s a sweet posh boy and the president, and that’s…” Yoon sighs dreamily at the man on the far left, clasping her hands together, “that’s Choi Yeonjun. The It boy. He’s my fav. He’s such a prince.” She swoons. The poor descriptions weren’t all that insightful to you, to be honest.
Their performance ends with claps and screams, and then, you can finally tuck into the foods on the table, trying every single different assortment of pastries. The hosts had stepped off the platform, coming to the guests and their tables, speaking and chatting to them, the music lowered to soft ambient jazz. You can hear giggling… and barks and meows, and the strange things some guests are requesting for.
“Kai! Do a bark, do a bark!”
“Woof, woof!”
“Soobin, can you say that I’m your owner?”
“Beomgyu, I wanna be your pet!”
“I just wanna be your dog!”
You may have lost your appetite a little. But you try for it not to deter you.
One second, you’re looking down, scoffing the sandwiches on your plate, then you’re looking back up and you’re suddenly surrounded by the five men out of nowhere, looming over your table. You’re terrified, freezing mid-bite. Yeonjun, who you’d recognised as yoon’s favourite, comes to smoothly kiss her hand.
“Ah,” he sighs, “My lovely Yoon. Our loyal guest, will you be requesting for me again?”
Your friend is blushing and giggling, looking moments away from fainting. You raise a brow, gulping down the food in your mouth, turning your head her way with furrowed brows. “Again? I thought you’d never been here before. You didn’t want to come alone?”
Yoon coughs, embarrassed “Uhhm. Ahem. I never said I hadn’t been here before. Simply just wanted your company this time…”
You shake your head, finishing the rest of your sandwich, still feeling self conscious at the men still by your table. When were they going to leave?
“Ooh we’ve got a new guest, guys!” One of them says, noticing you, you think his name is Kai. The others lean in curiously at you, zeroing in. You feel like an animal at a zoo. This is very odd. Especially since they’re the ones still wearing pet ears and furry gloves.
Yeonjun theatrically reaches for your hand, kissing the back of yours too, grinning and winking. “Pleasure to meet you, beautiful being. I’m yeonjun. Choi yeonjun. What’s your name, pretty?”
“They look frightened…” Taehyun whispers to kai.
The rest of them introduce themselves, shaking your hand like a normal person.
Once you’re done with shoving the last bit of your sandwich down, you quickly dab around your mouth with a napkin and you abruptly rise from your seat, standing up, ready to leave. Your time here is more than done, and you so desperately want to get away from this uncomfortableness. “Well! Lovely to meet you all. Must get going haha...”
“Wait! You haven’t chosen a favourite yet!” Yeonjun stops you.
“Everyone picks one.” Beomgyu, the one with multiple facial piercings says with his hands in his pockets.
“Usually under twenty seconds.” Taehyun adds, checking his extravagant watch that probably costs more than your tuition fees. “The average is 17.83 seconds.”
“Yeah. Which one of us is the most handsome?” Soobin pushes the glasses he’s wearing gently up his nose bridge, tilting his head at you.
They all come even closer to you simultaneously, crowding you, staring at you intensely and expectantly, awaiting your answer. All of their jaws are raised up, sweeping hands through their hairs confidently, and posing for you, doing weird expressions with their faces as if they were in some modelling photoshoot.
“Um…I wouldn’t know.” They’re all very good looking. How were you supposed to choose just one? And how would you have a favourite already?
Taehyun crosses his arms. “You don’t know?”
“Just choose one! Come on!” Kai urges you, jumping on the spot.
“Yeah.” They all start saying and agreeing together, growing impatient and slightly agitated, wanting you to choose one of them already.
So, you try again, staring at each of their faces individually, trying to be pragmatic about it so you can finally get out of here. First, you analyse yeonjun, silky blonde hair, fox-like sharp eyes, piercings all on his ears. Then soobin, soft black hair, glasses, a bunny like nose and mouth, wearing a cute sweater vest. Then beomgyu, brown shaggy messy wolfcut, soft brown eyes, but dark thick eyebrows with a piercing on one of them, a dermal piercing, and lip rings too. Then at kai, fluffy white hair, angelic features overall and a pretty nose, holding a stuffed plush penguin toy in his hand. And finally, at taehyun, big round eyes, high cheekbones and a chiselled face, wearing a whole ass corporate suit for some reason.
“I really don’t know!”
“You have to. Gun to your head. Three—” Beomgyu raises three fingers.
“TWO.” All five of them start to join in, shouting in unison.
“Why are we counting?!”
“ONE.”
“ZER—”
The counting down, for some reason, and the fact that five absurdly attractive, very tall men are still crowded around you and shouting, makes you panic and stress and you feel very under pressure.
“Okay, okay! Oh-umm!-uh-Yeonjun!” You blurt out frantically. You don’t know why you say that name, you just choose the most memorable one to get them off your back.
There’s silence and the others recoil dramatically, betrayed, and they give you such disgusted looks.
“Terrible taste.” Taehyun clicks his tongue. The others are shaking their heads at you.
Meanwhile, yeonjun looks moments away from ascending, “I knew it!” Yeonjun’s eyes are practically shining, grabbing your shoulders excitedly, ecstatic and smug and violently shaking you. He runs a hand through his blonde hair once more, sighing out at himself as if he were in some sort of shampoo advertisement. “I knew you’d pick me.” He punches your arm playfully.
“Ow…” You rub at your arm to soothe it, it actually hurts. He punched you pretty hard. He looks like he’s about to hit you again in excitement, you back away as far as you can, taking a few steps back, fearfully.
You bump into something behind you. It wobbles. And that’s when you hear something smash so distinctly loud and hard onto the pink marble floor, exploding. Hesitantly, you slowly, dreadfully, turn around, thinking you already know what might have happened.
You had caused a very expensive looking sculpture of the five boys with roses in each their hands, to collapse straight onto the ground and smash into millions of smithereens, thousands of tiny little pieces scattered across and flying everywhere.
Everyone in the room turns their heads at the dissonant sound, gasping, teacups freezing halfway to their lips. You stare at the scene completely mortified. You can feel your soul departing your body, mentally already digging your grave to lie in. You could literally cry.
“Oh my god!” Yeonjun runs and drops straight down to his knees at the death of the artwork. “Our most expensive sculpture, all the way from Italy! Custom made from the renowned artist Angelo Pasquarelli, he passed away recently! This was the last remaining piece of art he ever made!”
Well, that doesn’t serve to make you feel any better. At all. You don’t even know what to do. You don’t have any parents that can pay this for you. You can’t even begin to imagine how much it actually costs and how you’ll ever be able to repay it, and how much debt you’ll be in now. “I’m so sorry! Oh my-I’m so, so, so sorry! I don’t know-i wasn’t looking where I was going.”
You can feel how ironic this is. You came here for the free food, now you’re massively in debt somehow.
Taehyun, the treasurer of the club, comes to crouch down beside yeonjun, staring at the remnants with visible pain and anguish too. “This was supposed to be an art investment for the club…I told you we shouldn’t have kept it out here in the open.” He murmurs sharply to yeonjun.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t afford to pay for this.” You admit. “I’m literally only here on a scholarship. Is there any other way I can help? I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”
“Hm. You can’t afford to repay for the damage?” Soobin raises a brow at you, thinking. He pulls the rest of the boys into a huddle. You hear intense whispering as they deliberate your fate.
Yoon panics for you, stepping in. “It’s going to be okay!” She reassures you, feeling slightly guilty as she was the one who brought you here when you hadn’t particularly wanted to in the first place. “I’ll try and pay for some of it for you!”
“No, that’s alright. They won’t have to pay for any of it. No one has to.” Soobin speaks up, all of them finally pulling apart.
You feel so relieved, clasping a hand to your heart that had minutes before giving out entirely. “Oh. Oh my god. Thank you, thank you-”
“You’ll repay us in another way.” Soobin thoughtfully explains. “Next week, the host club is holding a special events week.”
“For the first time ever,” Kai interrupts excitedly, “each host gets their own solo event where we can do whatever we want!”
Soobin nods. “Yes, we’ve never done events purely by ourselves before and we’ll need additional assistance.”
“You,” yeonjun says, flamboyantly pointing directly at you, “are going to become our assistant!”
“Monday to Friday,” Soobin confirms. “One host per day. You’ll help organise events, carry things, run errands, and deal with guests. You’ll work off your debt to the host club.”
“Just five days? That’s it?” That didn’t seem too bad at all, it’s an alarmingly good deal. You were expecting something significantly worse. How hard can it be? Only working five days to pay off the debt for a supposedly very valuable and rare sculpture? You can definitely do that. “Alright. I’ll do it.” You shake soobin’s hand, determined than ever.
“Yayy! Yippeee!” All five of the boys start clapping and cheering delightfully at you. You don’t know why they’re so happy.
“And guess what?” Yeonjun grins gleefully. “My event is the first one.” He takes your arm in his, interlocking and hooking your arms, and then completely drags you away. You throw one last pleading look at yoon through the gilded doors in case it’s the last time you ever see your dear friend again.
But she just giggles at you, calling out. “You’ll be fine. It will be fun!” She cheerfully waves at you being hauled out of the host club room.
“Woah.”
You stand in the doorway of yeonjun’s sleek studio apartment in awe, which hardly looks anything like student accommodation. You wander further inside, taking it all in. It is massive, everything down to the furniture and interior looking way too luxurious, with a fancy kitchen, living room, a big en-suite bathroom, and a walk in closet filled with designer clothes. That doesn’t seem to be enough though since there’s clothing racks near the windows too with garments, a mannequin, framed fashion sketches and artwork pinned on a wall, designer magazines stacked on a unique-looking coffee table.
It’s Buckingham Palace compared to your place. Your student accommodation was one tiny shoe box room, a shared bathroom and kitchen. But you had chosen the very cheapest you could afford.
“Do you like it? It’s a bit small. My bedroom is bigger than this in my mansion, but this is still cool and cosy.” Yeonjun stands in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling windows that showcase the city skyline. He looked genuinely apologetic about it too.
“Mansion…” You shouldn’t be so surprised by now, so many people you have met at the university do live in them, but it still manages to shock you a little no matter how many times you hear it casually mentioned.
Yeonjun turns around excitedly. “Hey, maybe we can go to my house after this and I can show you! Get you to meet my parents already, ay?” Yeonjun winks at you. “It’s just a five minute walk!”
“A five minute walk?” You gawk incredulously, “If your house is so close to campus, why would you ever waste money getting student accommodation?” It fills you more with slight disgust at the wastefulness rather than jealousy.
Yeonjun huffs. “My parents said the same thing. But I wanted to have that uni experience, you know? Plus, I needed to be more independent. It’s a good thing. That student lifestyle, it’s pretty hard sometimes.”
“So…you've achieved this student lifestyle by moving five minutes away from your mansion into a luxury apartment?” Wow, this is certainly going on the list of out of touch things you’ve heard students say.
“Yep!” The confidence with which he answers is quite commendable.
“Oh, okay, so you’re paying for it yourself?” You don’t mean to pry, you’re just genuinely trying to understand a bit.
“No…my parents pay for it.”
You nod. “Right.”
“Oh! Would you like anything to drink or eat by the way?” Yeonjun politely offers you.
“Just some water is good.”
He grabs two high-end bottled waters from his high-end fridge too and passes one to you. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.” Both of you come to plop yourselves on his sofa. “But you cook?” You ask him assumedly.
“I don’t know how. But my chefs come from the house every morning to make me meals. It’s lovely.” He obliviously beams at you, lounging comfortably against the cushions, one arm draped across the backrest.
You just nod along at this point, sipping on your water. You noted chef was plural, but you’re not sure where the independence is. “Well, anyways,”
He sits up right again, shifting closer to you, a bit too close. “Yes! Let’s plan my event.”
“So,” you say, “any ideas?”
“I already know what I want to do.” He seems very proud of this. “Fashion is my passion. Hey, that rhymes. Maybe I could be a poet too.”
“Sure.” You say tiredly, waiting for him to tell you what he’s got planned.
“Flirty Fashion Workshop.” He stares back at you expectantly, smirking like he was expecting some sort of praise for this.
Your face scrunches up. “What the hell is a ‘Flirty Fashion Workshop’?”
Enthusiastically, yeonjun explains. “They’re sewing, I’m showing them how to use the sewing machine like this-” he leans into you, placing his hands over yours as if he were showing you how to work some phantom sewing machine, feeling his breath on your neck as he guides your hands.
“Okay, I didn’t need a personal demonstration on it.” You swat his arms away.
Yeonjun shrugs but winks cheekily at you once again. “Your loss. People pay for this, y’know?” Undeterred, he continues to explain more of his idea, “I’ll make step-by-step, visual demonstrations on how to make basic articles of clothing and they can decorate it however they want with different fabrics and beads and embroidery and creativeness. I’ll come around, helping and flirting, of course. Then, once everyone is done, we’ll have a little fashion show where everyone can model and show off their work! Isn’t that so great?”
You can see the appeal for it, from what you saw earlier, you have no doubt it’ll work and keep guests very satisfied. It’ll probably be a huge success. You nod at him. “Hm. What we need first is all the equipment and materials for this then.”
Yeonjun nods too. “I’ll ask to borrow all the sewing machines from the fashion department. We just need lots of textiles and fabric, threads, scissors, pins, beads, buttons, decorative materials, and other things.”
“Where should we get all of that from?” You query.
“We’ll buy it, of course. Taehyun made a spending card for the club. Off to the city centre!”
“After you.” Yeonjun gentlemanly opens the car door for you, rushing out of his to come around unnecessarily for yours.
The walk to the city centre was just under twenty minutes, but he had insisted on his chauffeur driving you both there anyway.
Yeonjun leads you to a bustling street with independent craft & art shops and fabric markets. The energy is so totally different compared to the commercial, homogeneous high streets you’d passed on the way, it’s bright and welcoming and filled with such unique characters of shops.
First, you buy lots and lots of fabric as you’ll be needing a lot of those. He seems to really be in his element, ecstatically showing you and speaking words about materials and their compositions only someone studying fashion would know, making you touch and feel them all too.
All of the vendors even seemed to recognise him, happily greeting and conversing with him, faces lighting up whenever he walked in. Yeonjun is very chatty, talking to them all for a while. One elderly woman even abandoned a conversation halfway with another customer just to pull yeonjun in for a hug and squeeze his cheeks. He’s not just famous in the host club, you observed.
You’re trudging along countless heavy bags of materials you’ll need for the workshop by now, shoulders and arms aching, you and yeonjun exhausted, hours blurred and overloaded by endless textiles. But it was a little fun, there’s a certain beauty in watching a person be passionate about something, oddly fascinating to follow yeonjun along.
You make one final stop to buy packs of sequins, and finally, you have all the equipment you need. Both of you make a turn on a street, noticing a brightly coloured ice cream shop. All the shopping, conversing and carrying must have clearly gotten to yeonjun, he’s drawn to it instantly like a moth to a flame, trudging you along with him, allowing you little time to protest.
He’s staring at the menu in deep concentration, brows furrowed but practically salivating. “Could I have the largest tub with one scoop of tiramisu and one scoop of rose please?”
You take a little longer to decide what you’ll like, settling on the smallest tub (it’s cheaper), and ordering a scoop of strawberry cheesecake and chocolate. Before you’re about to put your own card down, yeonjun dramatically steps in, practically shoving you out of the way and slamming his own down instead. “No. It’s on me, of course. A prince never lets anyone else pay.” He puts one hand to his heart, closing his eyes like he was reciting something religious.
“Oh, thank you.”
The ice cream scooper seems more affected by the gesture than you are, completely swooning at yeonjun. “Wow, what a gentleman!”
Yeonjun giggles at the compliment. “Hehe. Thank you!”
“You’re such a handsome young man. Ah, young love. Go on, i’ll give you both an extra scoop.” They lean in over the counter, hushing.
Yeonjun gasps. “You’re so kind! Thank you so much.”
Yeonjun is giggling, the scooper is giggling back too. You’re affronted by the whole exchange. Is life just this easily kind to Choi Yeonjun? But, you say your thanks too, not complaining about more ice cream for free. Everyone seems to be absolutely smitten by this dude’s charms. Sure, he’s attractive and he’s got great social skills, but people act like he’s above human. Are they seeing something you don’t?
Eventually, you can sit down at the tables, dropping the bags to your feet. You’re in a much better mood after sitting down and once you’re eating the well deserved ice cream, the creaminess and flavour melting on your tongue, plus the fact yeonjun paid for it is a great bonus, both of you happily talking more about yeonjun’s event between spoonfuls.
“Wanna try my tiramisu flavour? Say ahhh.” Yeonjun brings his spoon to you in an attempt to feed you, a generous scoop of pale brown ice cream perched upon it.
You flat out refuse, instead, bringing your own spoon to take a swipe of his yourself. “Mm. It’s good.”
Yeonjun watches you continue to eat without offering your own. “I wanna try the strawberry cheesecake one too.” Yeonjun leans forwards, tasting yours without asking. He’d taken quite a large amount too. “Mmh! This is yummy! I must get this next time.”
“Hey, I never said you could try mine.”
“Let’s take pics of our date.” Yeonjun ignores your complaining, getting out his phone and taking a series of selfies with you.
You stop and stare at him across from you before you can take another spoon of ice cream. “It’s not a date.”
Yeonjun shrugs again, unbothered. “Did you know I have seventy percent request rate?People would pay a lot to go on an ice cream date with me.”
You set down your spoon in the tub, reminded of something you wanted to ask. You don’t get it. “Why would you make a host club when you don’t need any of the money?”
“I love entertaining people. It’s my thing. I’m good at it.” He’s not looking at you, his brows are furrowed as he tries to fish out the last bits of his rose ice cream from the edges. You’d noticed he furrowed his brows a lot when concentrating on something.
“Fair enough.” You nod in understanding, you can’t deny that. From today alone you’ve witnessed just how many people he can amuse. It seemed people easily gravitated towards choi yeonjun.
“But also I don’t have any siblings.” He pulls his full lips into a slight pout, brows further furrowed, “I always wanted one, so many of them actually. I kept begging but my parents didn’t want any more. And it got pretty lonely when they were overseas so often. I’ve always wondered what it felt like to have siblings. Now I’ve got them!”
It’s your turn to furrow your eyebrows. “By…making a host club?”
“It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. I personally sought out all the members myself. Now, they’re all like my four brothers! I cherish them and the club a lot. It’s very important to me. They’re my family.” Yeonjun warmly beams.
He has that glint in his eyes from earlier on when you were in the fabric markets, and like before you can’t bring yourself to actually hate on it, he’s clearly passionate and sincere about it, so you just hum in agreement.
“That’s actually…sorta nice, still bizarre though.”
Yeonjun grins. “Did that woo you?”
“No.”
You’re back in yeonjun’s studio apartment. It’s completely dark outside by now, the city skyline view from his big windows look different after the sun had set, now it’s all just lots of constellations of scattered lights. You sit on one end of yeonjun’s sofa in the living room with the warm glow of orange and amber lamps he’d put on instead of his main lights, playing low music in the background from his turntable, the ambience nice to focus in.
Yeonjun is on the opposite end of the sofa, a large sketch pad sitting on his lap as he draws out the step-by-step demonstrations for the simple garments, you can hear his constant scribbling from his pencil meeting paper too. You are on your laptop, currently focused on the duration and structure of what should be happening in the workshop and making a small slideshow for it.
“Does it look fine?” Yeonjun lifts his sketch pad for you to see the diagrams.
You scan the illustrations briefly. “Mhm. They’re easy to follow.”
You continue typing. By the time you finish the final slide, your shoulders ache slightly from hunching over the laptop. You lean back against the sofa, stretching your limbs, eyes drifting to the other side of the sofa. Yeonjun is still sketching, completely absorbed, eyebrows characteristically drawn together as he focuses, lips in a slight duck-like pout and his blonde hair now having more of the resemblance of honey under the colours of the lamps.
“Done admiring me? Daydreaming about kissing me?” Yeonjun looks up, lazily grinning as he notices your stare.
You heavily roll your eyes at him. “You’re not my type.”
“I’m everyone’s type.” He confidently states. You shake your head, sighing out at his ego, but he starts again, “Hey, you’re the one who picked me as the most handsome.” Yeonjun puffs out his chest, still pleased by that.
“Yeah, under duress. I only picked you because your name was the first I remembered.”
For some reason, he remains proud. “So what you’re saying is that I’m very memorable.”
You drop your head back against the sofa and the wall behind you. “Lord…”
“You’re bluffing. Bet you do actually daydream about kissing me.” Yeonjun goads. “I wouldn’t blame you.”
You snort. “Kissing? You wish.”
He places his sketch pad away from his lap and onto the part of the sofa next to him, smirking at you. “Oh, I do wish.”
You narrows your eyes at him. “Really? What about?”
He cockily moves and leans forwards, coming close to your face, his stupid smirk never leaving, humoured. “Lots and lots of things.”
You know he enjoys flirting without you doing anything back, meaninglessly flirting with you countless of times today without you reacting. You know he gets a kick out of it, so you decide to retaliate back this time, having had enough of it. If Yeonjun wants to play this game so badly, then maybe it's time somebody plays it back. You’ll see what he does then.
“You know what I think?” You grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling his face even closer to yours, grinning yourself and making your voice sultry sounding. “I think you’re all talk. Bet you couldn’t actually even kiss me.”
He instantly pulls his face away, flustered, shocked by what you say, eyes wide, not expecting you to say something like that back to him. Especially since you hadn’t entertained anything else he’d said this entire day. “What?” Yeonjun’s face flushes immediately, turning unmistakably bright, beet red from his neck and ears too. His mouth clamps shut. And for perhaps the first time since meeting him, yeonjun seems quite speechless. The legendary flirt of the host club couldn't handle being flirted with back, he was accustomed to being the one in control of every conversation.
There’s an attempt to regain his composure though, clearing his throat and trying to confidently smile back. “I could and I would. Do you want me to?”
“Yeah. Go on then.” You challenge him, chin raised high, poking the bear with a stick.
He’s not sure if you’re serious, and yeonjun hesitates. “Fine.” He leans in, face close to yours again, staring at you falteringly with his narrowed feline eyes, but trying to make it seem formidable. Close enough once more that you can see the mole next to his eye, see the shadows the dark warm lighting casts on his cheek bones, making them that much more prominent, and smell the faint scent of his expensive cologne. You’re equally staring back with heated, daring eyes. You’re so sure you’ve won. He’s not going to do it. It’s all just talk.
Your eyes flicker down to his pouty lips, his rich, cushiony lips. They had such a pretty, distinctive shape to them that you’ve never seen before. For a small second, you wonder what they’d feel like against yours if he did actually lean in more, but you shake it away. Are you slowly being charmed too? Has he put a spell on you? Is this how he does it?
At last, yeonjun draws back, running a hand through his hair.
You’re just about to laugh in victory, knowing he’s lost, knowing his words hold no meaning to them, but then, yeonjun suddenly surges forwards, grabbing your face. His mouth mushes with yours fiercely and you gasp into it, startled. You find your lips move back with his, perhaps you’ll still win if you’re not the first to break away.
Both of you continue kissing for a long time, mouths sliding together, teeth over lips, taking it in turns to suck his bottom lip, then his upper lip. You don’t know if this is still part of the game but it’s starting to feel less significant as time goes on and your lips meet again and again, colliding with soft breaths. You’re enjoying it, yeonjun’s heavenly lips feel good on yours. You definitely feel like you’re under a spell right now, all almost hypnotic. Maybe he’s a witch. You’d like to believe that more than of your own will.
Barely an inch separates when you both pull apart for some air. Yeonjun is staring at you, entranced and dishevelled with rosy cheeks. His usually perfect hair has fallen into his eyes, and his plush lips were beyond swollen and tinted so red, all the blood vessels rupturing there from your kissing and biting. His breathing is totally uneven. The image and how stark it is makes your stomach flip and flutter.
Then, you’re kissing him again.
You’re touching and gripping onto each other’s bodies in different places as you continue to make out. Your lips reach yeonjun’s angular jaw, then down, brushing against the warm skin of his neck, leaving kisses and still being able to smell his lingering, delicious cologne that’s been able to last the whole day. He lets you, tipping his head back as his eyes flicker closed and his hold on your waist tightens.
Playfully, your hand reaches down to stroke his thigh and then his crotch, grinding the palm against the hardening dick in his pants. You like leading the whole of this, it’s amusing. Yeonjun goes completely still with a sharp, shaky intake of breath, mouth falling open. But just as you’re about to pull his dick out to actually touch him, his hand slaps against your wrist, stopping you. “N-no. Let me.”
You tilt your head. “Huh?”
“Let me eat you out.”
Wow. You thought yeonjun would just want to get his dick wet. He certainly looks like he needs a hand wrapped around it right now, but he’s offering to tend to you instead.
You shrug. “Okay.” You’re definitely not one to complain. So, you lie on your back for him.
Yeonjun sheds off all the articles of clothing of your lower half, grabbing the back of your knees to push you closer to him on the sofa. He spreads your legs, his sharp eyes heavily lidded at the sight, practically salivating. “Pretty…”
He wastes no time in diving into your pussy immediately, shoving his face in and licking up a long stripe of your cunt, before completely messily making out with your pussy, groaning and grunting against you, holding onto the flesh of your thighs tighter. You satisfyingly sigh out at the dim ceiling your eyes are fixed on before closing your eyes all together, biting your lip.
You grab ahold of yeonjun’s hair, fingers threading through the soft messy blonde locks and tugging just hard enough to make noises escape his throat in response.
Yeonjun attaches his perfect pretty lips to your clit, sucking, suctioning so vigorously until the bundle of nerves are even puffier than his lips. They feel even better on your clit, like they’re made just for that. He focuses completely on your pleasure, furrowing his brows as he eats you out, humming and whining and groaning, licking and sucking. The sounds of him smothered in your pussy are so audible, taking over the music still playing on the LP, and so obscene, so wet, you can only oddly describe it as if yeonjun is hungrily devouring a bowl of ramen, enthusiastically slurping and inhaling it all.
“Am I finally pleasing you? Weren’t pleased with anything I was doing before.” Yeonjun lifts his head up to look at you desperately and obsessively. He clearly takes this very seriously, intent on making you feel good.
“Mmh, sure. Keep going.” You don’t really care for anything he’s saying, barely listening, you’re nearly reaching the edge, so you grab more of a fistful of his hair, grinding down on his face. You guess he wasn’t wrong about being good at entertaining people.
Knowing you’re close, yeonjun brings his signet ringed fingers to your hole, quickly fucking them into you and lapping at your clit with his tongue, flicking over and over again, your slick gushing out as he does this. It manages to bring you over, thighs clenching around his face and cumming over it. You moan out loud and so does yeonjun at the view of you orgasming, nuzzling into your cunt further and licking up everything you give out.
Eventually, he lifts up from between your legs, your juices coating all around his enlarged lips, that they look like he put on some kind of really shiny plumping lip gloss. With a happy, drowsy smile, yeonjun licks it all off around his mouth. Then, licks his fingers clean off too, his family heirloom ring, dripping in your cum. Usually effortlessly confident yeonjun, looks incapable of forming any actual thought.
“Fuck me.” You tell him, looking down at the way his dick is practically crying to be let out of his pants, slight patch of precum dribbled out on it. You pull his zipper down, freeing his dick and pumping his achy red, leaky cock, rubbing your thumb over the tip and swiping at the fluid on his sensitive slit. Yeonjun curses, hips bucking and mouth hanging open, blissed out at the stimulation.
“Fuck you? Sure…Yeah… I-i can do that.” Yeonjun breathes out, so far gone already.
“You want to make me feel good, don’t you?” You spread your legs again, holding his gaze.
“Yes.” It seems to snap whatever restraint he has left. Yeonjun quickly goes to grab condoms from somewhere, nearly knocking something over in the process. When he finally gets ahold of one, he comes back, tearing the packet open with his teeth in a rush. Which you’ll admit, does something to you.
He frantically pushes the condom onto his cock, and you can only describe yeonjun’s face as purely debauched after he lines up his swollen fat tip to your pussy and pushes in, bottoming out completely, your walls sucking and swallowing him in so good, filling you up so good, both of you gutturally groaning. “Oh my g-ughh…” He moans every single time he pushes back in, mouth slack, long pretty whines and cries escaping him.
You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer and sheathing his dick deeper into you. Your hands slide up his back, digging your nails into the muscles there and yeonjun’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at that. It’s not long at all until yeonjun just completely loses himself in the feeling of you, his thrusts quickly building up in speed, slamming his hips harder and deeper, erratically.
He’s so unrhythmic with it, sloppily still trying to fuck you as his brain turns to absolute mush, he can barely do it, his pretty lips staying parted with how delirious he is. Yeonjun’s hips are practically shaking with every roll and you think he might actually fall on top of you. He tries to hold onto you, face falling into the crook of your neck, biting down there, utterly wrecked, drooling all on your neck now with muffled moans and groans.
You’ve had enough of his dumb, useless rutting, growing tired of the position. You roughly pull at his hair to bring his face back up and away from your neck. He looks at you practically cross-eyed, slurring. “Shit, you can’t even fuck me. Pull out.” You tell him.
Yeonjun panics, confused, shaking his head. “Huh? What-please, please.”
“Just pull out.”
He does as you say, whining and wailing at you like a hurt animal. You roll your eyes at his dramatics, shoving him down onto the sofa instead. “Calm down. I’m fucking you myself.”
“No, I-i can fuck you. ‘m sorry. I can do it.” Yeonjun tries to beg, profusely apologising, not wanting to feel useless to you, wanting to make you feel good, tears appearing in the waterline of his eyes from how muddled his mind is.
“Sssh. It’s okay.” You stuff two of your fingers into his mouth to shut him up, but also, wanting to watching him suck your fingers because you’re weirdly fixated on his gorgeously shaped, plump lips now. The sight of him sucking with sparkly tearful eyes is so hot and debasing.
Pulling your fingers out of his mouth, you straddle yeonjun, grabbing his dick. You place it at your entrance and unceremoniously sit down on the whole of his dick fast in one go, taking him all in to the hilt, until your hips meet his. It knocks the air out of yeonjun, theatrically throwing his head back and it has you sighing in pleasure at having his cock inside you again, stretched out at a more delicious angle.
You hold onto his abdomen, swivelling your hips around him and then beginning to ride him as yeonjun moans and mewls out so brazenly loud. “You need me to fuck you, baby. Don’t you?”
“Yeahyeah-mmm.” Yeonjun is fickle as shit, not complaining at all once he feels your pussy, in fact, he likes it more now since he’s not doing any of the work.
You lift yourself off and slam back down, bouncing on him faster and faster at an unrelenting pace and yeonjun just lays there underneath you, looking pretty and almost doll-like with his blushed cheeks and glossed lips in the shape of an ‘o’, happily taking it all in pure ecstasy, tongue lolling out and contently moaning high pitched like a girl.
You can’t help but chuckle at the view of yeonjun beneath you, brushing a strand of damp hair from his sweat-beaded forehead. “You’re more like a princess than a prince, yeonjun. Maybe you should be the princess’s host club instead.”
You thought he might objectify but yeonjun just mindlessly nods. “Kay…long as you’re still fucking me.”
You giggle, bringing your hand to the side of his hot face, stroking your thumb sweetly on his cheek. “You like being taken care of by me?”
Yeonjun nods, preening into your touch, purring like a cat. “Uh huh.”
You can feel yeonjun’s dick twitching uncontrollably inside of you. “Aww, princess, are you close?” You teasingly coo.
Yeonjun helplessly whimpers. “Yes, so close. Kiss me.”
You tut at him. “You’re not even going to ask nicely? What a spoilt princess.” But you do it anyway, leaning down, capturing his addictive lips with yours, kissing him hungrily, filthily, tongues tangling and swirling together as you ruthlessly ride him, both your brains clouded up by the other, sucking on his tongue nastily too. You clench down on yeonjun’s cock purposefully and he satisfyingly cries into your mouth, you swallowing down all his needy sounds.
You continue to bounce wetly on yeonjun’s girthy cock, going up and down at a mercilessly cruel speed as it creates sticky squelchy sounds, fucking the life out of him whilst his cries accelerate, your ass smacking his full balls every single time, grabbing his shoulders hard to hold onto as you do this, intent on reaching both your highs.
“Ohhhmy god. I’m cummingg!” Yeonjun cums first with garbled, mangled, pornographic whines, spilling his seed and filling the condom with his white gooey substance, back lifting off the sofa and arching as he sees stars everywhere. He pants and heaves, throwing an arm over his face at the overwhelming sensation, trying to come back down to earth, going boneless, feeling like a pile of nothingness, like melted ice cream in the sun.
You continue to use his spent dick, so close to your own orgasm too, so in reach as you keep jumping on his cock hard, reaching up in a gummy spot inside of you, prodding it every time so good, eyes squeezed shut in complete bliss, sweating so much, thighs aching. You don’t stop though, bringing your hand to rub at your clit too and you’re quickly able to let go, cumming around yeonjun’s twitching dick. You stay there, riding the after waves of it, slowly still moving on yeonjun’s cock, trying to prolong it until you can’t anymore and it stops feeling good.
You collapse on top of yeonjun’s body, utterly exhausted, allowing him to weakly grab and cling onto you as you both drift off.
“Shit, yeonjun. Wake up.” You attempt to shake yeonjun.
Both of you had managed to pass out on the sofa until the next day after the event planning had very abruptly turned into something else entirely. And now, you’re running a little bit late to set everything up for the workshop, neither of you remembering to set an alarm.
Yeonjun stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up, pouting with knitted eyebrows.
“Yeonjun.” You shake his shoulders more aggressively, shoving him.
“It’s too early.” He whines.
“No it’s not. Check your phone.”
He groans, but reaches over to grab his phone, checking the time with one eye open. “Oh. We have to go already.”
“Yeah.”
He gets up and so do you, quickly getting ready the best you can, grabbing the bundles and armfuls of supplies of everything you need and running over to the host club room.
Both of you rush to get everything prepared, checking the number of attendees, placing all the supplies each person and table will need, such as needles, measuring tapes, embroidery, fabric, scissors, pins. You make sure the screen and PowerPoint is up and ready. Yeonjun had gone to the printer to make individual copies of the demonstrations so everyone has one on a table. The sewing machines also needed to be carried one by one, all the way from the fashion department building and back to where the host club room is, which takes a considerably long time and effort. By the fifth trip, your arms genuinely felt like they were going to fall off.
The room was finally ready, guests would start arriving any minute. You collapse into a chair, yeonjun dropping down on the one next to you.
And the event goes satisfyingly well. As you had expected, the guests love the idea, following the steps and learning how to sew simple clothes, particularly loving when yeonjun comes around to flirt individually and help with the sewing machines, giggling and blushing into their sleeves. As the assistant, you go around table to table, checking in and giving extra supplies when guests need them, making sure everything is running and working the presentation on the projector as yeonjun confidently talks and teaches. You have to admit, It feels nice and rewarding to watch the whole event actually come to together after planning it for a long while yesterday and seeing everyone enjoy it.
Yeonjun insists on you being his model, wanting to make a top fitted for your measurements.
You groan. “Why do I have to be it, though? There’s plenty people who would love to be your model.”
“You’re my assistant, so you’re my model. Plus, you’re gorgeous enough.” Yeonjun deviously winks, corners of his mouth curling upwards.
You shake your head and defeatedly sigh. You thought his flirting would stop after you had retaliated back, but he’s flirting even more.
You don’t have much of a choice in being his model, so you stand before him, letting him get to work. You get to see his fashion designing skills in action, he’s very focused, a measuring tape draped around his neck, pin held between his lips, catty eyes squinted in concentration, measuring, cutting, seeing, creating the top and then decorating it. It’s a very pretty beaded, well fitted top with a gaping heart hole. There’s tiny red crystals, sequins and beads on the edges of the heart, cascading downwards like dripping blood, elegant and slightly unsettling. He even manages to make one for himself in the short time frame, making a matching one with a similar concept for himself. His featuring a similar heart motif, though slightly larger, with black crystal embellishments spreading across the chest like fractured veins.
Once everyone is done creating their pieces, there’s music playing on speakers as everybody shows off what they made, walking down the makeshift platformed stage acting as a runway, all the guests cheerfully, clapping and supporting each other, the lovely atmosphere is infectious. Yeonjun grabs your wrist to walk down the runway together, yeonjun ridiculously posing as guests scream and whistle so loud, losing their minds and you do the same, posing, actually having fun.
The aftermath of the event looks significantly less glamorous, the room is a beyond mess, looking like some sort of natural disaster had taken place in it, and unfortunately, both you and yeonjun have to be the ones to tidy and put everything away. The sewing machines nearly killing you off yet again when you have to return them all back to their home.
“Ice cream?” Yeonjun suggests once you’re finally done with clearing the room.
“Yes.” You immediately agree, tired eyes lighting up.
You don’t bring yourself to complain about getting yeonjun’s chauffeured car to the ice cream shop, despite how within walking distance it is, every muscle in your body so sore. You order the tiramisu flavour and yeonjun gets the strawberry cheesecake, swapping ice creams, having liked what the other got more last time.
Yeonjun jokingly offers you a scoop of his ice cream again to feed it to you, holding it out across the table for you. “Say ahh.”
You narrow your eyes, but challengingly accept, eating it just to watch the shocked expression appear on yeonjun’s face as he hadn’t expected you to actually let him feed you. But then, the stunned reaction changes, the idiot is glowing, widely smiling.
“You’re helping with soobin’s event tomorrow.” Yeonjun says after a bit, resting his chin in his hands and smiling at you across the table.
You had almost forgotten that this wasn’t the end, and only the start. Four more events remained, and four more hosts. The thought alone was exhausting. Tomorrow would be soobin's event and you had absolutely no idea what it would involve.
“Hopefully, you don’t like him as much as you like me.” Yeonjun jokes, but keeps his eyes still lingering on you, something almost faintly wistful about it, though he’s still smiling.
Now that you’ve come to think of it, you’ll never likely be working with yeonjun again after this, feeling the tiniest bit melancholic about it. But you snort anyway. “Who said I liked you?”
“You have to have liked me a little, otherwise sleeping with me would have been a very strange decision on your part.” Yeonjun raises a brow at you, grin only deepening.
You laugh despite yourself and so does yeonjun.
“Unless,” he adds, placing a hand over his chest in wounded exaggeration, “the sex was bad and you like me even less now, which would be quite sad.” A dramatic pout pulls at yeonjun’s lips.
As bizzare as yeonjun is, you supposed you get how people can be charmed and pulled in by this man now, because you do find you’re no different than anybody else who likes him anymore.
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A/n: I’m so sorry if this is shit and everyone hates it 🤣🤣 Im too scared to read it all back and then change it all and never post it 🤣🤣 i kinda hate this sm. yes I am aware the ending is so poorly written 🤣 Ughh i do have a love hate relationship w this bc I do feel I could have done it wayy better but I just don’t think I would have ever actually posted it so I’m making my peace. but ayyy yeonjun debut on my blog ! I actually have another fic idea for jjun that I want to write so badly too
contains: CORBIN CRYING, smut, sex (p in v), semi dom!reader, semi sub!corbin
a/n: I can’t even he looked so good crying also this is really short i’m sorry..
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Corbin had waited far too long to get his hands back on his girl.
He was proud of all the work you did but couldn't help how insane he got over you when you were gone for too long.
You had been gone in LA for two weeks for work. You had multiple brand things which left you unable to leave, and finally, today you were coming back.
He anticipated your arrival all day, he made sure the apartment was cleaned perfectly, he restoked the pantry with all of your favorite snacks, he even made sure there were fresh new sheets in your bed.
He picked you up from the airport, he nearly collapsed from the smell of your perfume when you hugged him. His faced nested in your neck.
The ride home you could tell something was off, it was the slightest behavior, he was sensitive to your touch and hesitant to touch you. You reach your arm out to the back of his neck, brushing your thumb back and forth gently, "What's wrong?" you ask. His grip tightens against the steering wheel. "Nothing baby, I'm okay." He answers, pressing his lips together looking at you.
You let it go for the rest of the ride, but the second you got home you dropped your things down and asked him again. His hands lightly against your waist, you walk closer to him as he backs up, "I'm okay pretty, I promise." He backs into the couch, crashing onto it, you straddle his hips, he groans at the feeling of you against him again.
"Babe," you chuckle, "Tell me what's going on." you ask again, your words soft with him like he's going to break.
"Nothing I just missed you" He replies, his cock hardening underneath you as he speaks. "Hmm, I see." You say in a teasing voice.
You begin to lift the white tee off him, your nails lightly grazing him as you do. You lay him back down, pressing wet kisses down his stomach, his breath shudders at the action.
You remove your shirt, revealing your chest fully to him. "Fuck I missed you so much." He admits. You chuckle at his words, "Me too baby, I missed this." You say, palming his clothed dick.
His whole body has a reaction to your actions, you remove the rest of both your clothing, you climb back on top of him and sink slowly on his dick, "Fuck baby" He says, his knuckles basically turning white from his grip on your waist.
You gain a steady pace, rocking back and forth on top of him. "You're so good to me." You praise, his neck rolls back at your words. He watches as your body swallows him fully, his hand reaches up and toys with your breast.
You go faster on him, whimpers and groans leave his mouth uncontrollably as you pick up the pace, "Keep your eyes on me Corbin." you instruct. He listens to you right away, "You're such a good boy for me." You praise, you watch as his eyes turn red and fill with tears, "You missed me that much, huh?" You tease as they begin falling.
"Cum with me baby." You say, leaning down to kiss against him.
You watch his face as his cock twitches inside of you, your walls clench against him as a coil builds in your stomach, his cock deep inside you ask his body locks up and cum shoots inside of you, your juices fall onto him, spilling out the sides.
"Thank you" he says breathless, looking up at you like you're the whole world. You laugh at his words, pressing a kiss on his lips before laying with him.
summ: jisung interrupted your entire afternoon because he wanted attention. now he’s facing the consequences of bothering you.
⋆ pairing: perv!jisung x f!reader, established relationship
⋆ genre: smut (minors dni)
⋆ tags/cw: dom!reader (slightly mean too), “just the tip” trope, pet names (jagi, baby, sweetheart, good boy), lots of whining, whimpering and begging, teasing, kissing, grinding, thighjob, pussyjob?, multiple rounds (implied), hair pulling, overstimulation, coming untouched
⋆ words: 1.9k
a/n: this one was requested and i fear i lost my mind the second i read the prompt. i’d never written a thighjob before, so please be gentle with me and trust that i tried my best 🫡 either way, this was ridiculously fun to write. hope you enjoy! 😚💞
han jisung looked absolutely miserable.
and in any other situation you probably would've felt bad for him. you would've given up much sooner, unable to withstand the ridiculous way he looked at you whenever he wanted something.
but after spending the entire afternoon chasing after your attention, after listening to him insist over and over again with that infuriating determination, seeing him reduced to a mess of incoherent begging was far more satisfying than it should've been.
he'd spent the last half hour hiding his face against your neck, clinging to you as if the closeness alone could somehow make up for everything else.
his words blended together between gasps, half-formed apologies, and promises he probably wasn't even thinking through properly anymore thanks to the warm, suffocating sensation of having his cock trapped between your thighs.
“baby, please- i’m so s-sorry...,” he panted, voice cracked and worn down from begging.
you deliberately ignored him. rolled your hips just a little, slow and teasing, feeling his entire body react immediately.
your nails remained dug into his shoulders’ skin, using him for support while you tried to keep a clear head. the warm pressure of his throbbing cock was beginning to affect your own self-control.
his trembling hands remained locked around your hips. it was a constant contradiction: on one hand, he begged you to stop torturing him and give him what he wanted. on the other, he was the one guiding your movements whenever he lost control.
“j-jagi, i swear it would- ah, fuck- it would never happen a-again...” he promised between another embarrassed moan.
he kept insisting with the same exhausting need that had followed you around all afternoon.
if someone had walked into the apartment right then, they probably would've assumed you were punishing him for something terrible.
and maybe, in a way, you were.
and then it happened again.
you felt his entire body tense all at once. his fingers dug into your skin and a completely broken sound escaped his throat.
he buried his face even deeper against you as he came hard between the soft, slick warmth of your thighs. still thrusting weakly and clumsily between your legs, trying to drag his orgasm out for as long as possible.
“oh my god...” he barely whispered before another broken whine followed.
you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, slowly stroking his damp chest.
“there we go...” you murmured, satisfaction slipping into your voice. “such a good boy. so good for me, sweetheart.”
jisung practically melted beneath you. his eyes stayed shut. his breathing remained uneven. mumbling nonsense against your skin while he tried to remember how to think properly again.
but you knew han jisung far too well. you knew perfectly well this wasn't over.
you knew it from the way his hands started roaming your body again almost immediately.
from the way his cock remained hard between your thighs, still rocking into them clumsily. from the way his attention returned to you with the same obsessive intensity as always.
from the way he kept chasing your lips, desperate to feel all of you.
“baby, please...” his voice came out sluggish. “let me in... just for a second...” he begged, squeezing his eyes shut. “i’ll be good. i swear, just- fuck-!”
he seemed genuinely convinced he could still change your mind. because even exhausted, flushed, and completely unraveled, he was still trying to negotiate his way out of the ban.
still looking at you with those huge, shining eyes that rolled back every time the swollen head of his cock pressed deliciously between your soft skin, sliding easily through his own slick and the wetness gathering between your thighs.
“mmmh- so wet...” he gasped, speeding up. “oh shit-”
jisung groaned and panted, feeling the glorious pressure as he buried himself fully between your legs. a shaky moan escaped your lips when he brushed teasingly against your folds.
the head of his cock nudged your warm entrance. his entire body shuddered. he swallowed hard while unconsciously pushing his hips against it.
“jisung, no.” your voice came out firm, final. “you’re banned.”
the sound of protest he made was so pathetic it was impossible to take seriously. your fingers tangled into his hair, forcing him to tilt his head back slightly.
you could feel him trembling beneath you. could hear the pathetic sounds he made whenever your hips started moving up and down in an agonizingly slow rhythm.
“pleasepleaseplease-” he whined, the plea tumbling out all at once. “i’ll behave. i would do anything, but- please... let me fuck you good, jagi...”
it would've sounded much more convincing if he didn't already look seconds away from falling apart.
you leaned closer, trailing wet kisses from his chest all the way up to his ear, brushing your teeth lightly against his earlobe.
“is that what you want, jisung?”
he immediately shivered when your warm breath hit his damp skin.
“y-yes- fuck, yes!” he swallowed. “wanna be inside you so bad...”
the sincerity of his answer was almost funny.
there was no pride left. no strategy. just overwhelming need demanding immediate attention before he completely lost his mind.
his movements had become erratic. his hands kept roaming over you without knowing where to stay. his hair stuck to his forehead. his cheeks were completely red.
every time he looked up, he seemed to forget whatever he had wanted to say. his doe eyes remained locked on yours, pathetically begging while rolling back every time your lips found another patch of warm skin.
“wanna come inside me?” you murmured against his skin.
and that question completely destroyed him.
you watched him squeeze his eyes shut and cling to you with almost inhuman desperation. heard the moan he tried to hide against your neck.
he nodded far too quickly. desperate, needy.
his thrusts speeding up every time his cock slid through the wetness coating your thighs. his trembling fingers tracing along your legs slowly, almost reverently.
“you're so needy.” your laugh came out soft. “how embarrassing.”
“n-not fair...” he protested weakly before the sentence died. “please...”
“you got yourself into this mess, jisung.
his eyes closed when you kissed him. and for a few seconds, he seemed to forget how breathing worked altogether.
every time you leaned in again, he sighed into your lips like he was chasing something impossible to reach. his chest rose and fell unevenly. his hands seemed incapable of staying still.
when you pulled back just enough to look at him, another wave of heat swept through your body and settled deep in your stomach.
because he was completely gone.
his lips hung slightly open. his tongue peeking out shyly whenever his breathing became too shaky. his eyes unfocused. as if every ounce of his attention belonged entirely to you.
“are you gonna give up?” you murmured against his skin. “be a good boy and come for me, jisung.”
the words seemed to pass straight through him.
a violent shiver traveled from head to toe. his toes curled. his fingers dug into your skin hard enough to leave marks.
“b-baby...” his voice barely existed. “m’so close...” he panted desperately. “just the tip, please- you feel so good right now, i need it...”
you slowly shook your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
and somehow that only made everything worse.
your hips started moving in small circles, using the throbbing head of his cock for friction. the sounds escaping him blended together: tiny gasps, muffled moans, and pleas that weren't even attempting to form complete sentences anymore.
he was completely undone. and the harder he tried to recover, the more obvious it became that he'd lost the battle a long time ago.
you closed your eyes, feeling your own breathing begin to quicken. you were close. he was fucking your thighs so well.
and the tighter you squeezed them together the closer you got, the more pleasure tore through his entire body.
you trembled above him, a shiver running through your body before settling deliciously between your legs, pulling a muffled moan from your throat against his neck.
soon you felt his cock beginning to pulse between your thighs. felt his abdomen tense. felt him start trembling all over. he was close. he was going to fall apart all over again.
and you weren't doing much better.
the constant stimulation against your swollen, wet folds was making you lose your mind. jisung was pumping his hips with desperate rhythm. the overwhelming sensation of sliding so easily through the mess he'd already made was completely breaking him apart.
it was so hot and slick that if he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend it was your cunt taking him perfectly. every tiny miscalculation that made him brush your entrance pulled an audible whine from him.
“mmmh-! babe, i-i’m gonna-!”
and just like before, jisung came unexpectedly. without grace, without dignity. without any way of hiding how much he'd enjoyed it.
his cock contracted rapidly, spilling in several desperate bursts, soaking the already ruined sheets beneath you and sliding hot and sticky between your legs.
“i-it’s okay, sung. you did so good... f-fuck-” you dragged the words out. “so good for me- shit... m’so close...” you whined against his shoulder.
your back arched as your entire body tightened and trembled.
you could feel your own wetness gathering and slowly sliding down your thighs. your body felt completely overstimulated. completely lost.
and for the next few seconds, the only thing that existed was the sound of both of you trying to breathe normally again.
and for the first time all afternoon, han jisung stopped negotiating.
stopped insisting. stopped searching for impossible arguments and desperate promises. he simply held you in his arms, resting his face against your shoulder while his fingers absentmindedly traced your waist.
“jagi...” he murmured, voice rough and exhausted.
you kept your eyes closed a little longer, enjoying the warm weight of him against you.
“what...?”
jisung didn't answer immediately.
when you lifted your head enough to look at him, you found something unexpected. his eyes hesitated. his cheeks remained faintly pink. a shy smile threatening to appear at the corner of his lips.
“are you not mad at me anymore?”
you blinked.
the question was so ridiculously sincere that a laugh escaped before you could stop it.
jisung immediately frowned.
“i’m serious!”
“i know, i know.”
his expression turned slightly accusatory.
“i thought you were gonna keep the punishment going for months...”
you snorted out a laugh. watching him hide his face deeper into your neck while waiting for a proper answer.
as if his entire afternoon had revolved around that one concern.
your hand moved into his hair, brushing away a few damp strands stuck to his forehead.
“as long as you learned your lesson...” you began. “i don't see why the punishment should continue.”
jisung immediately pushed himself upright onto his knees, staring at you with bright, hopeful eyes.
“wait- does that mean i’m not sex banned anymore?!”
you just stared at him.
“that's the conclusion you got from all of this.”
“s-sorry...” he mumbled, though the smile on his face completely betrayed him. “so... yes or no?”
you rolled your eyes. he really could be an adorable dork when he wanted to be.
you ran a hand through his still-messy hair and nodded.
“you're not sex banned anymore.”
jisung's only response was immediately pulling you into another hug, completely pleased with himself.
and watching him smile like that, as if he'd just won the lottery instead of simply regaining privileges he'd lost himself, you couldn't help thinking that maybe this really had turned into one of the best days of his life.
SUMMARY: You weren’t expecting to walk in on your roommate touching himself after a day out… and you especially weren’t expecting to hear your own name fall from his lips while he did it.
WC: 4.2k words!
DISCLAIMERS: smut! [ minors / ageless blogs dni !!!! ] intak is a perverted loser. very horny reader LOL & kinda meanish. voyeurism heh, masturbating (m), oral (f & m), fingering, pussy drunk intak Btw. unprotected sex!!!!!! (WRAP THAT THO DEADASS.) subtak…? kinda. i tried ok. “good boy” :3 and a very good amount of dirty talk me thinks. GUYS IM JUST HERE FOR GANGNAM STYLE.
You had been walking on the edge of arousal all day, a low humming fuzziness beneath your skin that nothing seemed to scratch. Every shift of your jean shorts against your thighs had been a tease, every accidental brush of your arm against a stranger sent a jolt you didn't want. You were wet, aching, and frustrated, and the only thing you wanted as you jammed your key into the front door was the sanctuary of your room and your own hand.
Your panties had practically been soaked through since mid-day, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to your center as a constant reminder of how desperately you needed release. Every time you shifted in your seat, whether it be on a bench, or on public transit, you felt the slickness there, pulsing with need.
You'd considered ducking into a random bathroom stall more than once, but the idea of a quick, unsatisfying orgasm wasn't what you craved. You wanted to take your time, to spread out on your bed and really indulge yourself.
But to your dismay, as you walked into the living room, there was something else to already worry about.
You froze the moment the door clicked shut behind you. The living room dark and dead, but faint noises captured the atmosphere. There was a low, rhythmic sound, punctuated by heavy, ragged breathing. Your heart skipped a beat, not from fear, but from recognition.
Intak? He was home? He said he had work today… clearly not.
And he was definitely doing something he shouldn't be doing in your shared living space, or at least, not with his door open…?
Your first instinct was annoyance — you had been counting on having the place to yourself. But as you stood there, listening, that annoyance transformed into something else entirely. The sounds were unmistakable. The wet slap of skin on skin and his breathy gasps followed by low, desperate groans — he was jerking off, and from the sound of it, he was really going at it.
You dropped your bag in the hallway silently, your curiosity warring with the sudden spike of heat that flared in your lower belly. You knew you should go to your room, give him privacy, but the sound was magnetic. It pulled you forward, step by silent step across the hardwood floor, toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Your pulse quickened with each movement, your own arousal intensifying as you got closer to the source of those delicious sounds.
You'd heard Intak before, of course. The walls in this apartment were paper-thin, and more than once you'd wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of him pleasuring himself in the next room. Those nights, you'd lie there in the darkness, your hand creeping between your legs, matching your rhythm to his, imagining what he looked like or what he was thinking about. You'd always wondered if he knew you could hear him, if maybe he was doing it on purpose, putting on a show for you through the walls.
As you got closer, the noises became clearer, more distinct. And then, words. "Fuck... yes," He groaned, low and wrecked. But it was his next words that turned your blood to fire. "Just like that pretty girl... please..."
Your pussy clenched, a fresh wave of arousal flooding through you. He was thinking about someone?? Who was he thinking about? Girl from work? An idol? Actress? Your mind raced through the possibilities even as your feet carried you closer to his bedroom door. It was slightly cracked opne, like he didn't have the power in him to shut it all the way. Stupid, careless Intak — so lost in his fantasy that he hadn't even bothered. You pressed yourself against the wall just outside his room, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he'd hear it. Then, slowly and carefully, you leaned forward just enough to peek inside.
The sight that greeted you nearly made you gasp out loud.
He was sitting in his desk chair, head thrown back. His shirt was discarded on the floor, leaving his back and shoulders exposed, muscles shifting as he moved. You could see the flush running down his body, the way his shoulders flexed with each movement of his arm. His hand was moving furiously between his legs, his hips jerking up to meet his strokes. Even from the side, you could see how desperate he was, how completely lost in his pleasure.
"Fuck, so good," He whined, his voice breaking on a sob. “God, just like that YN.”
Your breath caught in your throat. ….
"Please," He continued, his voice ragged and needy.
Holy shit. He was thinking about you. The realization hit you like a physical blow, sending a shockwave of pure lust straight to your core. Intak, your life long friend and now roommate, the one who always left his dishes in the sink and borrowed your shampoo without asking, was jerking himself raw while fantasizing about you and your mouth on his cock.
You should have been angry. You should have slammed the door oprn and confronted him... But instead, you felt a dark, hungry satisfaction curl in your stomach. All those nights you'd spent touching yourself to the sound of him, wondering if he ever thought about you — and here was your answer. He wanted you.
You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms, and watched him. Your pussy was throbbing now, your clit so swollen and sensitive you could feel it pulsing with your heartbeat. You pressed your thighs together, trying to get some friction, some relief, but it only made it worse.
He was completely lost in it. His hand moved faster, the slick sounds growing louder, filling the small room. You could see his abs contracting with every thrust of his hips, and the way his whole body was tensing up. By the way his breathing had gone ragged followed by desperate little whimpers escaping his throat, you could tell he was close.
He gasped, his hand speeding up, the slick sounds growing louder, filling the small room. "Just like that.. Fuck… Please.. please.."
The begging did something to you.
Hearing him so desperate, needy, and completely undone by the thought of you — it was intoxicating. It made you feel powerful, desired, and wanted in a way that made your head spin.
Your hand moved almost unconsciously to your breast, squeezing through your shirt, your nipple hard and aching under your palm. You watched as his movements became more frantic while his free hand gripped the armrest of his chair so hard his knuckles were white. His hips were lifting off the seat with each stroke, fucking into his fist like it was your pussy.
You couldn't take it anymore. The throbbing between your legs was demanding attention, and seeing him like this — vulnerable and filthy — was an opportunity you couldn't pass up. You stepped into the room, your socked feet making no sound on the carpet. Your heart was racing, adrenaline and arousal mixing into a heady cocktail that made you feel bold, reckless.
"Intak," You said, your voice low but firm.
He screamed. It was a high-pitched, undignified yelp as he scrambled to cover himself, knocking his gaming microphone off the desk in the process. It clattered to the floor with a crash that seemed deafening in the sudden silence. He spun, eyes wide with terror, his hands frantically trying to pull his sweatpants up over his erection.
But it was useless — his cock was too hard and big as it strained against the fabric. He looked like a guilty puppy, frozen in the headlights of your gaze.
"Holy shit!—I thought you were—" He stammered, his face burning a bright red that rivaled the flush on his chest. His eyes were wild, panicked, darting around the room like he was looking for an escape route.
"Hm," You hummed, cutting him off as you stepped further into the room. You walked toward him slowly, deliberately, watching him shrink back into his chair. "Was that my name I heard?”
His face, already red, somehow managed to go even redder. "No–.”
"Don't lie to me." You shook your head, your voice sharp. You stopped right in front of his chair, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. You could smell him — sweat and something disgustingly male. It made your head spin, yet your pussy clenched with need. "I heard you."
He covered his face with his hands, groaning in misery. "I'm sorry. I'm a creep. I'm disgusting. I'll move out, just — please don't hate me. Please."
The desperation in his voice sent a thrill through you. He thought he was in trouble? He thought you were disgusted. He had no idea that you were just as turned on as he was — that your panties were soaked through and that you'd been fantasizing about this exact scenario for months.
You stepped right between his legs now, close enough that your knees were almost touching his thighs. You reached out to grab his wrists and pull his hands away from his face.
He resisted at first, but you were insistent, tugging until he finally let you pull his hands down. He looked up at you, eyes watery and filled with shame, but beneath that, you saw the hunger. He was still hard, you could see the tent in his sweatpants, practically vibrating with need. His cock was straining against the fabric, a wet spot forming where the head was leaking pre-cum.
"Hate you?" You laughed softly, your thumbs stroking over the sensitive skin of his inner wrists. You could feel his pulse racing under your fingers. "I didn't say I hated it."
He blinked, confused. "What?"
"Walls are thin, sweet Intak," You purred, leaning down so you were inches from him. You could see every detail of his face — the way his pupils were blown wide with arousal, and the way his lips were parted and trembling, the sheen of sweat on his forehead. "This isn't the first time I've heard you."
His jaw dropped. "You... what?"
"Mmhmm." You hummed, letting go of one of his wrists to trail your fingers up his bare arm. His skin was hot, almost feverish… goosebumps rising in the wake of your touch. "I've heard you plenty of times. Late at night, when you think I'm asleep. Early in the morning, when you think I've already left for work. You're not as quiet as you think you are."
"I–" He breathed, his eyes squeezing shut. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I thought—"
"And I never said anything." You continued, your eyes trailing down his chest to the waistband of his pants. His chest was heaving, his nipples hard little points. "Because sometimes, lying in my bed at night listening to you... it helped me get off, too."
His eyes snapped open, staring at you in disbelief. "You touched yourself thinking about me?"
"All the time." You admitted, your fingernails scratching lightly against his skin. He hissed at the contact, his hips bucking involuntarily. "I'd lie there in the dark, my hand between my legs, listening to you moan and imagining it was me making you feel that good. Imagining your cock inside me, stretching me open, filling me up."
Intak let out a shuddering breath, his eyes darkening as the words sank in. "Fuck," he whispered. "Are you serious right now? Because if you're messing with me—"
"But listening isn't enough anymore." You interrupted, your voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want the real thing. I want to feel you… Want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."
"Yeah?" He whispered, like he was afraid you'd vanish if he spoke too loud. “Please, if you're joking—“
"Do I look like I'm joking?" You reached down and palmed him through his sweatpants, feeling the solid, heavy heat of him. He was rock hard, his cock thick and hot even through the fabric. He hissed, his head falling back against the chair, his hands gripping the armrests.
"Besides... you’ve stolen my panties, haven’t you?"
He froze, his eyes snapping open to meet yours. There was no point in denying it. You could see the guilt written all over his face, mixed with arousal and fear. "I..."
"Hm." You said, a slow smile spreading across your face. You gave him a firm squeeze that made him whine, a high-pitched sound of need that went straight to your clit. "You don't think I notice when my dirty panties go missing from my laundry? My black lacey ones? Or the pink cotton ones with a little bow? My red thong?"
"I'm sorry." He breathed, looking up at you with those wide, pleading eyes. "I just couldn't help it. You smell so good. I know it's fucked up.”
"It is fucked up," You agreed, your hand moving in slow circles over his cock. You could feel it twitching under your palm, how desperately he needed relief. "But I like it. I like knowing you wanted me so badly you had to steal my panties. What did you do with them, Intak? Did you wrap them around your cock while you jerked off? Did you hold them to your face and breathe me in while you came?"
"Y..yes" He admitted, his voice breaking. "Both. I'm sorry.”
"Don't apologize." You said, sinking to your knees in front of him. The carpet was rough against your knees, but you didn't care. You were eye-level with his crotch now, could see the outline of his cock straining against his sweatpants, could see the wet spot spreading. "I think it's sweet."
He stared at you, mesmerized, as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" You asked, tugging the fabric down. He lifted his hips to help you, and then his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach.
Fuck. He was way bigger than you'd imagined. Thick and long, the head flushed an angry red and leaking pre-cum. You could see a vein running along the underside, pulsing with his heartbeat. Your mouth watered at the sight.
You wrapped your hand around the base, marveling at the weight of him in your palm. He was hot, almost burning, and so hard you could feel him throbbing.
"I've touched myself to the idea of something like this countless times." You whispered, leaning in to lick a stripe up the underside of his shaft. He cried out, his hands flying to your hair, tangling in the strands. The taste of him exploded on your tongue. "Just hope you live up to the standards in my head."
"I will." He promised, his voice wrecked. "I'll do whatever you want. Please, I... please."
You didn't make him wait any longer. You leaned forward and took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard. He hissed your name while his hips jerked up off the chair, forcing his cock deeper into your throat. You relaxed your jaw, letting him fuck your mouth, enjoying the desperate, needy sounds he was making.
"Oh fuck– fuck," He chanted, his fingers tightening in your hair and holding on like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. "Feels so good–"
You hummed around him, the vibrations making him gasp. You took him deeper, until the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You swallowed around him, fighting your gag reflex, and he nearly came apart.
"Wait, wait, wait–" He gasped, tugging gently on your hair. "I don't want to yet. I want—I need—"
You pulled off with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the head of his cock. You looked up at him, your hand still working away while your lips were swollen and wet with a smile. "What do you need, Intak?"
"I need to taste you," He said, his voice desperate. “Need to know if you taste as good as I imagine."
Heat flooded through you at his words. "Stand up," You ordered.
He scrambled to obey, nearly tripping over his sweatpants pooled around his ankles. He kicked them off, standing before you completely naked, his cock jutting out proudly. You moved to sit on the edge of the bed, right in front of him. His eyes were locked on you, watching your every move with an intensity that made your skin prickle.
You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. Slowly, teasingly, you shimmied them down your hips, along with your panties. You kicked them off to the side, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hit your overheated pussy, making you gasp.
His eyes locked onto your exposed pussy, his mouth falling open slightly. You could see his cock twitching, leaking onto his thigh. "Fuck," He breathed. "You're so wet."
"All day, I’ve been." You admitted, leaning back on your hands and spreading your legs wide, giving him an unobstructed view as he got on his knees.
"Okay, stop staring and put that mouth to use."
Intak didn't hesitate, quickly he surged forward, burying his face in your cunt with a groan that vibrated through your entire body. His tongue was hot and frantic, lapping at your folds like a starving man. You gasped, your head falling back as he found your clit almost immediately, sucking it into his mouth.
"Oh, fuck," You moaned, your hands finding his hair. It was soft, slightly damp with sweat, and you gripped it tightly, holding him against you. "Just like that. Good boy."
He whimpered against your skin, the praise spurring him on. He ate you out with a single-minded intensity, his nose rubbing against your clit as his tongue plunged inside you. He was messy and sloppy – you could feel his saliva mixing with your own arousal as it dripped down your thighs, and it was perfect. He was showing how much he's wanted this, how much he's needed you.
His hands came up to grip your thighs, spreading you wider, holding you open for his mouth. His fingers dug into your flesh, hard enough to leave bruises, but you didn't care. The slight pain only added to the pleasure, making everything more intense.
"That's it," You panted, your hips starting to rock against his face. "Fuck, dont ’stop–."
He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. He pulled back just enough to gasp, "I've imagined this every single night."
A moan ripped from your throat as you tugged on his hair. "Show me what you've been dreaming about."
He dove back in with renewed enthusiasm, his tongue working your clit in tight circles. You could feel the orgasm building, that familiar tension coiling in your lower tummmy. But you didn't want to cum yet. You wanted to draw this out, and savor every second of having him on his knees for you.
He pulled back slightly, gasping for air, his chin glistening with your sex. He looked up at you, his eyes glassy and unfocused, completely fucked-out. His lips were swollen and red, his cheeks flushed. He looked absolutely wrecked, and you'd barely even started.
"You're so perfect," You panted, stroking his hair back from his forehead. Your fingers were gentle now, soothing. "Taste good?"
"I love it," He rasped, his voice hoarse. "Love how you taste. Love the sounds you make." He dove back in, his tongue flattening against your clit, licking in long, slow strokes that made your toes curl.
You looked down and noticed his hips moving, bucking forward rhythmically. He was humping the air, seeking friction for his neglected cock, but he didn't stop licking you. He was obsessed, pussy drunk, barely coming up for air as he worked you toward the edge.
"Look at me," You begged, tugging on his hair.
He pulled his mouth away just enough to look up at you, his tongue still darting out to catch your juices. The sight of him He looked like he was worshipping you, like eating your pussy was the greatest privilege he'd ever been given.
"You're doing so well." You praised him, and watched his eyes light up. "Making me feel so good."
He moaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping back open. He didn't want to miss a second of this or stop looking at you. His tongue went back to work, lapping at your entrance, gathering your wetness before moving back up to your clit.
"I'm close," You warned him, your thighs starting to tremble. The tension was building, coiling tighter and tighter. He doubled his efforts, sucking on your clit and sliding two fingers inside you, curling them just right. They slid in easily, your pussy wet and ready for him. He found that perfect spot inside you that made you see stars, and pressed against it.
"NghFuck—“ You cried out, your back arching off the bed.
He kept his fingers right where they were, pumping them in and out while his mouth worked your clit. His other hand was still gripping your thigh, holding you open, and you could feel him trembling with the effort of holding himself back. His cock was probably aching, desperate for attention, but he didn't stop. He was completely focused on you and making you cum.
"Intak,” You gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair.
He groaned against you, the vibrations pushing you over the edge. You cried out, your body shaking as the orgasm tore through you. Your walls clamped down on his fingers, your thighs trying to close around his head, but he held you open, and licked you through it. He lapped up everything you gave him, moaning like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
The pleasure seemed to go on forever, wave after wave crashing over you. Your vision went white as your whole body tensed and then released. As you came down, panting heavily, your body still twitching with aftershocks, you pushed him back gently.
He pulled away reluctantly, his fingers sliding out of you. Intak looked dazed, his lips puffy amd face shining with your arousal. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, and the sight made your pussy clench all over again.
"Shit–" You breathed. "That was..."
"Amazing," He finished, his voice rough. "Taste so good. Can I do it again?"
You laughed, breathless. "Later. Right now, I need you inside me."
His eyes widened, cock twitching visibly. "Really?"
You rolled your eyes before you grabbed his shoulders, hauling him up from the floor and onto the bed. He climbed up eagerly, his body covering yours. You could feel his cock, hard and hot, pressing against your thigh.
“Need you so bad.” He let out a breath, his forehead resting against yours. "I've wanted this for so long."
"Prove it." You whispered, reaching between your bodies to wrap your hand around his cock. He gasped at the contact, his hips jerking forward. You guided him to your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds, coating him in your wetness. He was trembling, his whole body tight with anticipation.
Intak pushed forward, sinking into you inch by inch. You groaned at the stretch, the feeling of fullness overwhelming after so long wanting this. He felt huge, hot and hard and pulsing inside you. Your pussy stretched to accommodate him, the slight burn only adding to the pleasure.
He choked out your name, his eyes squeezing shut. "So tight. Feels better than I ever imagined."
When he was finally buried to the hilt, he stopped, his forehead still resting against yours, his breathing ragged. You could feel him throbbing as you wrapped your legs around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back.
Intak started to thrust, slow and deep at first, savoring the feeling. Each stroke dragged against your walls, hitting spots inside you that made you gasp. Able to feel every ridge, vein, and the way his cock curved just right to hit your special spot.
"So pretty." He panted, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "So perfect.“
"God, go harder–" You asked, your nails digging into his shoulders.
Something in him snapped and his control completely shattered as he started pounding into you, his hips snapping against yours with wet, slapping sounds. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust. He was whimpering with every thrust, high-pitched sounds of pleasure that went straight to your head.
"Yes, yes, yes!" You chanted, meeting him thrust for thrust. Your bodies were slick with sweat, sliding against each other. You could feel another orgasm building already, the pressure mounting with each stroke of his cock inside you.
"You're so beautiful." He whimpered before you pulled him down for a kiss. Your lips crashed together, messily. You immediately tasted yourself on his tongue, musky and sweet while he moaned into your mouth, his hips still stuttering as he lost his rhythm for a moment.
You reached between your bodies, your fingers finding your clit. You rubbed in tight circles, the added stimulation making you cry out. Your pussy clenched around him, and he groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "So close," You gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"I won't," He promised, his hips pounding into you relentlessly. "Gonna make you feel so good, promise."
The pressure was building. Your whole body was tense, every muscle coiled tight. Your fingers worked your clit frantically, chasing that peak. "I'm gonna come," He warned you, his voice breaking.
"I can't hold it. You feel too good."
"Not yet," You gasped, your fingers moving faster. You were right on the edge, so close you could taste it. "Wait for me. Just a little longer."
He let out a sob, burying his face in your neck, his hips pounding into you relentlessly. "I'm trying, I'm trying..”
"Almost," You panted, your body starting to shake.
And when you were there, your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as your pussy clamped down around him like a vice. The pleasure was overwhelming, whiting out your vision once again and making your whole body convulse.
Intak pulsed deep inside you as he spilled everything himself. You felt it — hot and thick, filling you completely. Your walls clamped down around him, milking him and drawing out every last drop.
"Fuuuuck." He whimpered against your neck, his hips still moving in shallow thrusts, riding out his orgasm while buried deep inside you. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as he came, your legs locked around his waist, keeping him exactly where he was. You didn't want him to pull out, or lose the feeling of him inside you.
He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving against yours, his cock still buried deep. For a long moment, you both laid there, breathing heavily, your bodies intertwined. You could feel him softening inside you, and the warmth of his release coating your inner walls.
Eventually, he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes glazed and satisfied. "God." he breathed. "That was..."
"Yeah," you agreed, running your fingers down his back. You were a mess, covered in sweat, your hair sticking to your forehead. But you felt amazing, satisfied in a way you hadn't been in months.
And the feeling of him still inside you, even as he softened, was absolutely perfect.
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Loser! Nerd! Choso Kamo , Mean Girl! Bully! F!Reader!
After Choso's last strange tutoring session that ended with him leaving his pencil case, he returns for them. Except they both know what they want. And maybe the box of condoms he has finally can come to use. How much does he have to beg this time? Thank goodness Choso is such an easy (and pretty) crier.
Authors Note!- Last part! Lots of degrading. Cum Control. Bottom Choso. Riding Choso while he cries! Dacryphilia. Teasing. Praise and Degradation kink. Slapping. All the good stuff, yum. Excessive use of the word please BTW, I wrote him as a complete begging, crying, whimpering disaster because it just fits. You can all judge me but I have never been happier! I dont regret this. I wrote it on a spur of college burn out and adrenaline. '~'
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Choso had lasted exactly two days. Two days of sitting in calculus with his pencils borrowed from other people. Two days of catching you watching him with that knowing smile. Two days of text messages that ranged from cruel to suggestive to outright mocking.
"you know where they are if you want them back 😘"
"or are you too scared to come get them?"
Wednesday afternoon, he'd finally broken. He'd texted you: "Can I come get my pencil case?"
Your response had been immediate: "my house. 7pm. don't be late."
And now here he was. Again. Standing in your massive bedroom with its pink and leopard print rugs and crystal chandelier, watching you sit in your desk chair wearing tiny sleep shorts and an oversized sweater that hung off one shoulder. "It's on my desk," you'd said when you let him in, gesturing casually. "Right there." The pencil case was indeed there. Right in the open. Easy to grab and leave. But Choso hadn't moved toward it. And you'd smiled, slow and cruel, that made his stomach drop. "Or," you'd said, your voice honey-sweet, "you could stay for a bit. Keep me company."
Five minutes later, Choso was back on his knees on your plush rug. Not because you'd ordered him to. You hadn't said a word. You'd just sat down in your chair, crossed your legs, and looked at him with those expectant eyes. And his body had moved on its own, sinking down to the floor like it belonged there. Like this was his natural position now. His hands rested on your thigh, bare, smooth, warm under his trembling palms. You were wearing shorts that barely qualified as clothing, the fabric so short that it made his heart race and face flush. "Eyes up here, perv," you said lazily, and his gaze snapped to your face. You were looking down at him with that smug, evil expression that made him feel about two inches tall. "So," you said, tilting your head. "You came back."
"I—I needed my pencil case—"
"Bullshit." You leaned forward slightly, your hand coming to rest on top of his head, fingers threading through his hair. "You could have asked me to bring it to school. Could have bought new pencils. You came back because you wanted to." Choso's face burned. "That's not—" Your fingers tightened in his hair, just enough to make him gasp. "Don't lie to me, Choso. We both know why you're really here." Your smile widened. "You've been thinking about Monday night, haven't you? Been thinking about touching me. About what it felt like to have my tits in your hands. About my tongue on your fingers." His hands tightened reflexively on your thighs. "I... yeah," he admitted quietly, unable to meet your eyes. "Of course you have." You tugged his hair gently, forcing him to look up. "Because you're pathetic. And desperate. And you'd do anything for another chance, wouldn't you?" Choso's throat was tight. "...Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I'd... I'd do anything." Your eyes lit up with that cruel delight he was starting to recognize. "Anything?" you repeated. "That's a dangerous word, virgin."
"I know." You studied him for a long moment, your fingers still in his hair, your legs slightly parted under his hands. "Maybe I'll be nice," you said slowly, and Choso's heart leapt. "Maybe I'll let you touch me again. Maybe I'll even give you more than that." His breath caught. "Really?"
"Maybe," you emphasized. "But first, I want you to tell me something."
"What?" Your smile turned predatory. "When you texted me asking to come over, what did you think would happen? What were you hoping for?" You leaned closer, your face inches from his. "Did you think I'd just hand you your pencil case and send you home? Or did you have other... fantasies... about what might happen when you got here?" Choso's face went nuclear. "I... I don't—"
"Don't lie." Your fingers tightened in his hair. "I want the truth. Tell me what you really thought would happen. What you were hoping for in that pathetic virgin brain of yours." He couldn't. He couldn't possibly tell her. "Tell me," you commanded, your voice soft but firm. "And maybe—maybe—I'll be nice and make some of those fantasies come true." Choso's hands were shaking on your thighs. His whole body was shaking. You were looking at him with those cruel, beautiful eyes, and your fingers were in his hair, and he could smell your perfume and feel the warmth of your skin. "I thought..." His voice came out barely above a whisper. "I thought maybe you'd... that we'd..."
"Use your words."
"I thought maybe you'd let me kiss you again," he said in a rush, his face burning. "Or touch you. Or—or maybe you'd touch me. I don't know. I just... I couldn't stop thinking about Monday, and I thought maybe if I came back you'd…"
"I'd what?" You pulled his hair gently. "Finish the sentence."
"That you'd want me," Choso whispered, and immediately felt like an idiot because, of course, you didn't want him. You were just playing with him. Using him. He was nothing to you but a dog, a little idiotic loser nerd to mess with because he gave all the right reactions. "Want you?" You laughed, not meanly, but amused. "Oh, Choso. That's so cute it's almost sad." His eyes burned with humiliation. "But you know what?" Your thumb brushed across his cheekbone. "I do want something from you." He looked up, hope and fear warring in his chest. "I want to see how far you'll go," you said quietly. "How much you'll debase yourself. How pathetic you'll get for just a chance that I might touch you again." Your other hand joined the first, cupping his face, forcing him to maintain eye contact. "So here's what's going to happen. You're going to beg. Really beg. Tell me all those pathetic fantasies you've been having. Every dirty thought you've had about me since Monday night. And if you're honest—if you really humiliate yourself properly—then maybe I'll give you something."
Choso's heart was pounding so hard he could hear it. "But if you hold back," you continued, your voice dropping to something dangerous, "if you're too much of a coward to tell me the truth, then you can take your pencil case and leave. And I'll make sure everyone at school knows you came here begging for more and I sent you home with nothing." The threat hung in the air. Choso looked up at you, at your cruel smile and your perfect face and your hands cradling his cheeks like he was something precious, even though you were about to destroy him and made his choice. "Please," he started, his voice shaking. "I've been thinking about you constantly. About Monday night. About how your skin felt and how you tasted and the sounds you made and—"
"Go on," you encouraged, your smile widening. Choso, kneeling on your floor with his hands on your thighs and his dignity scattered somewhere far away, told you everything. Every fantasy. Every desperate thought. Every pathetic hope. While you listened with that evil, satisfied look on your face, knowing that with every word, you owned him a little bit more. Your hand shot out, fingers gripping his chin hard enough to make him gasp. You yanked him up roughly, forcing him to scramble for purchase on the armrests of your chair to keep from falling forward completely. Now he was hovering over you, arms braced on either side of your body, his face level with yours, breathing hard. "Listen to me very carefully," you said, your voice cold and sharp. "If—and I said if—I let you do even one of those pathetic fantasies you just confessed, how can I know it'll be worth my time?" Choso's eyes were wide behind his glasses. "You're a virgin," you continued, your grip tightening on his chin. "A pathetic loser who's never touched a girl before Monday. I'd be doing you such a massive favor letting you anywhere near me. And if it's not worth it—if you disappoint me—I will fucking kill you. Understand?"
"I—I'll make it worth it," Choso stammered. "I promise, I'll—"
"Promises mean nothing." You released his chin with a slight push, and he had to catch himself on the armrests. "You have to show me." You leaned back in your chair, your eyes never leaving his face, and deliberately you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your sleep shorts. Choso's breath caught. You lifted your hips and shimmied the shorts down your legs, taking your time, watching his face the entire time. The shorts hit the floor, leaving you in just your oversized hoodie and a pair of pink lace panties. "Well?" You spread your legs slightly, your feet planted on either side of him where he knelt between them. "You said you wanted to worship me. Said you'd do anything. So prove it." You gestured down at yourself with one hand, that cruel smile playing on your lips. "Show me how desperate you are, virgin. Start small. Work your way up. And maybe if you're good enough, I'll let you have more." Choso's hands were shaking as they left the armrests and moved to your calves.
"That's it," you murmured, watching him like a scientist observing an experiment. "Show me." His lips pressed against your ankle first, tentative, reverent. Then higher. Your shin. Your knee. The inside of your thigh. Each kiss was desperate, worshipful, his hands sliding up your legs as he moved, his glasses slipping down his nose with each forward motion. You threaded your fingers back through his hair, not pulling, just resting there, feeling him tremble under your touch. "Look at me while you do it," you commanded softly. Choso's eyes lifted to yours, and God, the desperation in them was intoxicating. He looked at you like you were everything. Like he'd die if you told him to stop. His lips traveled higher up your thigh, his breathing ragged, his hands gripping your legs like they were the only thing keeping him grounded. And then, because apparently he'd gotten brave, or stupid, or too lost in the moment, his teeth caught the edge of your panties. He started to pull them down with his mouth.
Smack.
Your hand came down on the side of his head, not hard enough to hurt, but sharp enough to stop him immediately. "Tsk." You grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him back. "Did I say you could do that?"
"I thought—"
"You thought wrong." You forced him to look up at you, your grip tight in his hair. "You don't get to just take what you want, Choso. You have to earn it. Every. Single. Thing." His face was flushed, his lips swollen from kissing your skin, his glasses completely crooked now. He looked utterly destroyed, and you'd barely even started. "I'm sorry," he breathed. "I'm sorry, I just—I got carried away—"
"You got greedy," you corrected. "You think because I let you touch my tits once that you can just do whatever you want now?"
"No, I—"
"Then act like it." You released his hair with a slight push. "Start over. From the bottom. And this time, don't do anything I don't explicitly tell you to do. Understand?" Choso nodded frantically. "Say it."
"I understand. I won't—I won't do anything you don't tell me to. I'm sorry. Please." You smiled, satisfied. "Good boy. Now..." You leaned back in your chair, spreading your legs a bit wider. "Start again. And if you're very good, and you beg very nicely, I'll let you do what you just tried to do." You watched him lower his head back to your ankle, his hands shaking on your calves, his breathing unsteady. "But you're going to have to earn it, nerd," you added softly, running your fingers through his hair almost gently now. "You're going to have to show me just how desperate you really are. How much you want it. How pathetic you're willing to be for me." His lips pressed against your skin again, softer this time, more careful, like he was terrified of making another mistake. "That's better," you murmured, your eyes half-lidded as you watched him worship his way up your legs again. "Much better." As Choso kissed and trembled and looked up at you with those desperate, devoted eyes, your finger traced across his lips slowly while your other hand kept his chin tilted up toward you. "You know what?" you said, your voice still carrying that cruel edge but softer now. "You're actually not completely terrible at this. For a pathetic virgin who's never done anything before." Choso's breath hitched at the backhanded praise. "Still desperate though," you continued, your thumb pressing against his bottom lip. "Still so fucking obvious how badly you want this. Look at you, shaking like a leaf."
"I'm sorry—"
"Don't apologize." You leaned forward, your face close to his. "I like you desperate. It's entertaining." Then you pulled him closer, gripping his chin firmly, guiding him until he was kneeling up higher, his face level with yours. "Don't move," you commanded. Choso froze, his hands hovering uncertainly at his sides. You kept your eyes locked on his as your free hand traveled down his chest, over his stomach, to the waistband of his jeans. His breath caught audibly. "I said don't move," you repeated when his hips twitched involuntarily. Your fingers found his zipper, pulling it down with agonizing slowness. Then you worked his jeans down just enough, not off, just enough to access the black boxers underneath. And the very obvious bulge straining against the fabric. "Jesus Christ," you muttered, your hand palming him through the cotton. "You really are desperate, aren't you?"
Choso made a strangled sound, his whole body going rigid, but he didn't move. Didn't pull away. Just stood there trembling while you touched him. Your hand pressed harder, feeling the shape of him, and… Huh.
You kept your expression carefully neutral, your face still set in that cruel smile, but internally you were... surprised. He was bigger than you'd expected. Significantly bigger than you'd imagined when you'd been picturing the stereotypical "virgin loser nerd." Not that you were going to tell him that. "This is what happens when you're a loser virgin," you said instead, your voice mocking as your hand stroked along his length through the fabric. "Touch you once, and you're hard as a rock. Pathetic."
"I—fuck—" Choso's voice cracked. "Language," you tsked, squeezing slightly. "Such a dirty mouth for someone who's supposed to be a good boy." His hips jerked forward despite his best efforts to stay still, seeking more friction.
Smack.
You slapped his cheek with your free hand. "I said, don't move."
"Sorry, I'm sorry—" He was panting now, his glasses fogged up, his face flushed. "I can't help it, you're—"
"I'm what?" Your hand stilled, and he made a sound of protest. "Finish that sentence."
"You're—you're driving me crazy," he admitted, his voice breaking. "I can't think, I can't—please—"
"Please, what?" You resumed your movements, slow and deliberate, watching his face contort. "You want me to stop? You want me to keep going? You want me to actually touch you properly instead of through your boxers like you're some idiot who can't control himself?"
"Yes—any of that—all of that—I don't care—" You gripped his chin harder, forcing him to focus on your face even as your other hand continued its torment. "Look at you," you said softly, cruelly. "So desperate you can't even form coherent sentences. You'd let me do anything right now, wouldn't you? You'd let me ruin you completel,y and you'd thank me for it."
"Yes," Choso breathed without hesitation. "Yes, please, anything—"
"Such a good little nerd," you murmured, and felt him pulse under your palm at the words. "So eager to please. So pathetic." Your hand squeezed again, and his eyes nearly rolled back. "But you know what the best part is?" You leaned in close, your lips almost brushing his ear. "I'm barely even trying. I'm barely touching you. And you're already falling apart." A whimper escaped him. "What do you think would happen if I actually took these off?" Your fingers hooked in the waistband of his boxers, pulling slightly but not enough to actually remove them. "If I actually put my hands on you properly? You'd probably cum in thirty seconds like the desperate virgin you are."
"I wouldn't—I'd try—"
"You'd fail," you said with certainty. "Because you have no control. No experience. You're completely at my mercy." You released him suddenly, both your hand on his chin and the one touching him, and leaned back in your chair. Choso swayed slightly, looking lost and desperate, and completely wrecked. "But I'm feeling generous tonight," you said, examining your nails like you hadn't just been touching him. "So here's what's going to happen." You looked up at him, your smile sharp. "You're going to beg me—really beg, like your life depends on it—to let you finish what you started. To let you actually please me instead of just worshipping my legs like a desperate puppy." Choso was already opening his mouth, already starting to beg, and you held up a hand. "But," you continued, "if I let you do that, you have to promise me something."
"Anything," he said immediately. "You'll do exactly what I say. When I say stop, you stop. When I say more, you give me more. You don't get to make any decisions. You don't get to take control. You're mine to use however I want. Understand?" The word "mine" made something flash in his eyes. Desperation mixed with something darker, needier. "I understand," Choso said, his voice hoarse. "I'm yours. Whatever you want. Please." You studied him for a long moment, drawing out his anticipation, watching him tremble. "Good boy. Now..." You spread your legs wider, settling back in your chair. "Show me just how desperate you really are."
"Take off my hoodie," you commanded. Choso's hands moved immediately, trembling but obedient, gripping the hem of your oversized sweater and carefully pulling it up over your head. And there you were. Bare from the waist up. Your breasts were exposed to the cool air of your room, nipples already hard, and Choso made a sound, a high, desperate whimper that came from somewhere deep in his chest. Just from seeing you. You laughed sharply and delightedly and slapped him across the face. Not hard. Just enough to make his head snap to the side, to remind him of his place. "Did you just fucking whimper?" You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you. "Oh my God, you're so pathetic it's actually funny." His face was completely flushed, his eyes glossy behind his fogged-up glasses, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. "I'm sorry, I just—you're so—"
"Shut up." You released his face and stood, pointing at your bed. "Sit. On the bed. Now." Choso scrambled to obey, moving so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet as he sat on the edge of your mattress. You followed slowly, deliberately, letting him watch as you approached. You climbed onto his lap, straddling him, one knee on either side of his thighs, and his hands immediately flew to your waist before hesitating, hovering uncertainly. "You can touch," you said, placing his hands on your hips. "For now." You settled your weight on him fully, and the contact made him groan. You could feel exactly how hard he was through the thin fabric of his boxers, pressing against your barely-covered core. Your hands gripped his shoulders, holding him in place, keeping him beneath you. "Look at you," you murmured, your nails digging slightly into his shoulders. "Fully clothed while I'm sitting on you in nothing but panties. How does that feel, virgin?"
"It feels—fuck—it feels—" Your finger traced down his chest, over his stomach, following the trail down to where his jeans hung open and his boxers stretched obscenely over his erection. You traced the outline with just your forefinger, slow and light, and watched him twitch and shudder beneath you. "These must be so uncomfortable, hm?" Your voice was saccharine-sweet and poisonous. "How many times have you touched yourself since Monday, loser?" Choso's face went even redder. "I... every night," he admitted in a whisper. "Every night since then."
"Every night?" You pressed harder through the fabric, and his hips bucked involuntarily. "That's so fucking sad, Choso. Touching yourself every single night thinking about me? About the one time I let you feel me up?"
"I couldn't stop," he gasped. "I tried, I—"
"You're addicted," you said, leaning in close, your breath hot against his ear. "Addicted to something you barely even got to experience. That's how pathetic you are." Then you bit down on his neck, hard, aggressive, your teeth sinking into his skin until he cried out. Not a gentle love bite. An actual bite, meant to hurt, meant to mark, meant to remind him that you could do whatever you wanted to him. "Fuck—" Choso's hands tightened on your hips, his whole body tensing. You pulled back, examining the red mark blooming on his neck with satisfaction. "Everyone's going to see that tomorrow," you said cheerfully. "Everyone's going to know someone marked you up. They'll probably ask who. What are you going to tell them?"
"I—I don't know—"
"You'll lie," you said simply. "Because you're too much of a coward to tell them the truth. That the girl who bullies you is also the one who owns you." You leaned back, sitting up straight on his lap, and gestured down at his legs. "Take your pants off. Just the pants." Choso didn't hesitate. He lifted you slightly, careful and easily, as he worked his jeans down his legs and kicked them off completely. Now he sat there in just his boxers and his oversized shirt, and you were back on his lap, grinding slightly just to watch him struggle to stay still. "Shirt too," you decided. "Take it off." His hands went to the hem of his shirt, and you helped, gripping the fabric and pulling it up over his head, tossing it aside. You stopped. Actually stopped and stared. Because Choso Kamo, nerdy, pathetic, virgin Choso who wore baggy clothes that hid his entire frame, was not what you'd expected underneath. He wasn't ripped. Wasn't a gym rat with bulging muscles. But he had definition. Clean lines. Lean muscle that suggested he actually did do something physical, contrary to what you'd assumed. His shoulders were broader than they looked in those shapeless shirts. His chest was defined. His stomach had visible muscle tone, not a raging six-pack, but flat and firm with subtle definition. He looked like someone who did bodyweight exercises. Pushups. Pull-ups. Maybe ran. Not like someone who spent all his time hunched over textbooks. "Did you lie about not working out?" you asked, your hands spreading across his chest, feeling the firmness beneath your palms. Choso looked confused. "I... I told you I don't go to the gym."
"But you do something." Your hands explored his shoulders, his chest, his arms, which had more muscle than you'd realized. "What, do you do pushups in your room like a fucking Boy Scout?" His face flushed. "I... yeah. Sometimes. And pull-ups. On my door frame. I just... it helps me think." You laughed, genuinely surprised. "So you've been hiding this the whole time?" Your nails dragged down his chest lightly. "Under those tragic baggy clothes?"
"I didn't think—I mean, it's not—"
"Shut up." You pressed your body against his, skin to skin now, and felt him shudder. "This is actually... not terrible. Still pathetic, but not terrible." It was barely a compliment, but you watched it hit him like a drug anyway. His hands tightened on your hips, his breathing ragged, his eyes locked on yours with that desperate devotion you were getting addicted to. "Please," he whispered. "Please, I need—"
"I know what you need," you interrupted, rolling your hips against his deliberately. "The question is, have you earned it?" And you smiled, completely in control as Choso fell apart beneath you. You grabbed his face and kissed him. Not gentle. Not sweet. Hungry. Your mouth crashed against his, all teeth and tongue and dominance, and Choso kissed back desperately, graceless and eager and so obviously inexperienced it would have been embarrassing if he wasn't so pathetic about it. Your hand fisted in his hair and pulled. Hard. He whimpered into your mouth, high and needy and broken. "You like that?" You pulled harder, forcing his head back, exposing his throat. "You like it when I hurt you, little bitch?"
"Yes," he gasped. "Yes, I—fuck—" You kissed him again, swallowing whatever he was about to say, your hips rolling against his in slow, deliberate grinds that made him shake beneath you. Every movement, every rock of your hips, every pull of his hair, every bite to his lip, made him shiver and whimper and fall apart a little more. And you were eating it up. The power. The control. The way he responded to everything you did was as if his body belonged to you now. "So fucking pathetic," you murmured against his lips between kisses. "Shaking like a leaf. Whimpering like a puppy. Is this what you fantasized about, virgin? Me using you like a toy?"
"Please—" His hands gripped your hips desperately.
"Please, what?" You bit his bottom lip hard enough to make him gasp. "Use your words."
"Please don't stop—please—I need—" You pulled his hair hard again, and he moaned so loudly you had to kiss him to muffle the sound. Then you shoved him. Both hands on his chest, pushing him down onto your bed. Choso fell back against your pink comforter, his chest heaving, his hair a mess from your hands, his lips swollen, and his glasses somehow still clinging to his face. You stayed straddling him, looking down at him with cold assessment. "You know what?" you said quietly, your hands resting on his chest. "You don't deserve to fuck me." The devastation that crossed his face was delicious. "I—what? I thought—"
"You thought wrong." You tilted your head, considering. "You're a virgin. You'd probably last thirty seconds, and then it'd be over, and I'd be left unsatisfied. That's not fair to me, is it?"
"I could—I'd try—please, I'd—"
"Shh." You pressed a finger to his lips. "I'm thinking." Your eyes traveled down his body, his flushed face, his marked neck, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and lower… To where his boxers were tented obscenely, a dark spot of precum was already visible on the fabric. A slow smile spread across your face. "You know what? Let's see what we're working with here." Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers. Choso's breath stopped completely. You pulled them down agonizingly slow, watching his face the entire time. And then his cock sprang free, hard and flushed and… Oh. Oh shit.
You kept your expression carefully neutral, but internally? You were genuinely surprised. Choso was big. Like, noticeably, undeniably bigger than Ryota. Bigger than any of the guys you'd been with. Not pornstar huge, but definitely above average. Thick. Long enough to make you reconsider your earlier assessment about not letting him fuck you. Well, fuck. You looked back at his face, at his humiliated expression as he waited for your judgment, and decided not to tell him. Not yet, anyway. Instead, you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, not stroking, just holding, and watched him nearly levitate off the bed. "Fuck—!" His hips bucked up involuntarily. "Don't move," you commanded, pressing your other hand to his chest to hold him down. Your thumb brushed over the tip, just the tip, collecting the bead of precum there, and Choso made a strangled sound. "So sensitive," you murmured, tracing around the head with your fingertip. "So desperate."
"Please—" His voice broke. "Please, I need—"
"What do you need?" Your finger circled the tip again, barely touching. "Be specific."
"Your hand—please—I need you to—"
"To what?" You pressed your thumb directly on the slit and he keened. "Say it."
"Please jerk me off," Choso begged, his hips trying to thrust up into your barely-there touch. "Please, I'm begging you, please—"
"That's better." But you didn't give him what he wanted. Instead, you just kept teasing, light touches, circles around the head, occasionally running a single finger down the underside of his shaft just to watch him twitch. "Please—" He was actually crying now, tears of frustration leaking from the corners of his eyes. "Please, please, I'll do anything—"
"You'll do anything anyway," you said matter-of-factly, still just teasing the tip. "Because you're pathetic. Because you're desperate. Because you'd let me torture you like this all night if I wanted to."
"Yes," he sobbed. "Yes, I would, but please—"
"Beg harder." Your finger traced the ridge of the head so lightly it was barely contact at all. "Beg like the little bitch you are. Make me believe you deserve it." And Choso did. He begged and pleaded and whimpered and cried, his body trembling, his cock twitching in your barely-there grip, completely at your mercy. While you sat there, straddling him in nothing but your panties, and enjoyed every single second of his torment. You didn't give in, even as Choso begged, his voice broke, and his hips jerked desperately seeking more friction, you just kept teasing. Light circles around the head. Occasional strokes down the shaft that were too light, too brief. Your thumb pressing against the slit just to watch him gasp. "Please—" His voice was wrecked now, barely recognizable. "Please, I can't—I need—please—"
"You can," you said calmly, your finger tracing the ridge again. "You can take it. You're going to take whatever I give you and be grateful for it."
"I am—I am grateful—please—" A sob actually broke through. Real tears now, not just the frustrated moisture from before. Actual crying. "Please—" You watched in fascination as the tears spilled over, running down his temples into his hair. His face was completely red. His glasses were crooked and fogged up. His chest heaved with broken breaths that were half-sobs, half-whimpers. He looked destroyed. And it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. "Oh my God," you breathed, genuinely delighted. "You're actually crying. You're crying because I won't jerk you off properly. That's so fucking pathetic I almost can't believe it."
"Please—" Another sob. "Please, I'll do anything, anything, just please—" Your hand stayed maddeningly light, just teasing, watching as more tears fell. "Please—" His voice broke completely. "I need—I've never—please—" He was sobbing now. Actually sobbing. His whole body shaking with it, tears streaming down his face, whimpers and broken pleas falling from his lips in an endless stream. Your hand never stopped its torture or gave him enough, never let him have what he needed. "Look at you," you murmured, your free hand coming up to cup his wet cheek. "Crying like a little bitch. All because you're so desperate to cum. So desperate for me to actually touch you properly."
"Yes—" He turned his face into your palm, his tears wetting your skin. "Yes, please, I'm begging you—"
"I know you are." You wiped away a tear with your thumb. "And it's adorable. Really. But I don't think you've earned it yet." A broken sound, somewhere between a sob and a wail, tore from his throat. You, sitting there straddling him, watching him fall apart so completely, so beautifully, felt something shift in your chest. This wasn't just entertaining anymore. This was addictive. You leaned down, your lips close to his ear, your hand still teasing mercilessly. "Here's what's going to happen," you whispered. "I'm going to keep touching you like this. Just like this. Barely enough to feel good but not enough to finish." Choso sobbed. "And if you can hold out—if you can keep yourself from cumming—I'll let you fuck me." His eyes snapped open, glassy and desperate and disbelieving. "What—?"
"You heard me." You pulled back to look at him. "If you can resist. If you can show me you have even a shred of control. Then I'll let you inside me. I'll let you feel what it's like to actually fuck a girl instead of just your hand." The look on his face was pure desperation mixed with determination. "But," you continued, your hand finally wrapping properly around his length, "if you cum before I say you can, then you don't get anything. I'll make you get dressed and leave and you'll go home knowing you failed. Knowing you were too pathetic to control yourself." You started stroking. Properly this time. Firm, steady strokes from base to tip. Choso's whole body went rigid, a strangled cry ripping from his throat. "No cumming," you reminded him, your hand moving in a steady rhythm now. "Not until I say."
"I—I can't—it's too much—please—"
"Yes, you can." Your hand twisted slightly on the upstroke. "You want to fuck me? You want to know what it feels like to be inside a girl? Then you're going to hold out." His hands fisted in your comforter, his back arching, tears still streaming down his face. "That's it, loser," you encouraged, your voice cruel and sweet. "Fight it. Show me you're not completely useless."
"Fuck—" His whole body was trembling. "I can't—I'm going to—"
"You're not," you said firmly, your hand never stopping. "Because you want this. You need this. You need to feel me around you more than you need to breathe right now." A sob tore from his chest, part pleasure, part desperation, part pure overwhelming sensation. "Please—let me—I need to be inside you—please—" His cock was leaking steadily now, precum making your strokes slick, and you could feel him getting close, could feel the tension building in his body. "Don't you dare cum, Choso. Don't you fucking dare."
"I can't—" He was crying harder now, completely overwhelmed, his hips jerking erratically. "It's too much—I've never—please—"
"Do you want to fuck me or not?" Your hand squeezed slightly.
"Yes—God, yes—please—"
"Then HOLD IT." Choso threw his head back with a broken wail, his entire body shaking violently, fighting with everything he had not to tip over the edge. And you watched, fascinated, aroused, drunk on power, as he sobbed and whimpered and begged while your hand worked him mercilessly. Testing him. Torturing him. Seeing just how far you could push him before he broke completely. Because if he could hold out, if he could actually show some control, then maybe you'd give him what he wanted. But if he came? Well. That would be entertaining too.
You stopped completely. Your hand released him, and Choso made a devastated sound, his body trembling violently, teetering on that edge but not falling over. He'd actually done it. Held out. Suffered through your torture because he wanted this, wanted you, more than he needed the relief. "Well," you said, genuinely impressed. "Look at that. The pathetic virgin actually has some self-control." Choso could barely respond, just sobbing and shaking beneath you, his cock still painfully hard and leaking. "You did what I asked," you continued, trailing a finger up his shaft just to watch him jerk. "So I guess I have to keep my end of the deal." You lifted yourself off his lap and stood beside the bed.
Choso's eyes tracked your every movement, desperate, worshipful, disbelieving. You hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your panties and slowly slid them down your legs. The sound Choso made was somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. His eyes went wide, fixed on you with an intensity that would have been uncomfortable if it wasn't so pathetic. "Oh my God," he breathed, fresh tears spilling over. "You're—I've never—I can't believe—"
"Shut up," you said, but there was less bite to it now. You climbed back onto the bed, straddling him again, and reached for your nightstand. The drawer opened smoothly. You pulled out a condom, one of the ones you kept for Ryota, though you'd never tell Choso that, and tore it open with your teeth. "Hands up," you commanded. Choso immediately raised his arms above his head, wrists together, completely obedient. You wrapped your hand around his base, he twitched violently at the contact, and rolled the condom down his length with practiced efficiency. "There," you said, positioning yourself over him. "Now you don't have any excuses." You grabbed both his wrists in one hand, pinning them above his head against your pillows. Choso's eyes were so wide, so glassy, tears still streaming down his temples. "I can't believe this is happening," he whispered. "I can't—thank you, thank you—"
"I said shut up." But you were positioning yourself now, your other hand guiding him to your entrance. And then slowly you started to sink down onto him. The head pushed inside, and Choso's entire body went rigid. His mouth fell open. His back arched. A sound came from his throat that was barely human. "Oh my God—" His voice broke completely. "Oh my God, oh fuck, oh—" You kept going. Inch by inch. Taking him deeper. And he was, fuck, he was stretching you more than you'd expected. More than Ryota ever did. The stretch burned slightly, that edge of too much that bordered on pleasure-pain. You had to pause, breathing through it, adjusting to the size of him. "Thank you—" Choso was sobbing again, full-body sobs that shook his chest. "Thank you, thank you, oh God, you feel—I've never—thank you—aah!" He was praising you. Actually, thanking you for letting him inside you while tears poured down his face. It was the most pathetic, beautiful thing you'd ever experienced. "Shut. Up," you gritted out, because you were trying to adjust, and his babbling was distracting. "I'm trying—fuck—you're bigger than what I usually take, so just—shut up and let me—" You sank down further, and the stretch intensified. God, he was filling you completely. Stretching you in a way that hurt just slightly but felt good. Felt right. Choso's wrists strained against your grip, his whole body trembling, more broken sounds falling from his lips. "Please—" he sobbed. "Please, I need to—can I touch you—please—"
"No." You tightened your grip on his wrists. "You don't get to touch. You don't get to move. You just lie there and take it." Finally you took him completely. Fully seated on his lap, his entire length inside you, and the feeling was overwhelming. For both of you. Choso actually screamed, a choked, desperate sound, his body spasming beneath you. "Is this—" His voice was completely destroyed. "Am I—am I inside you?"
"Yes, you fucking idiot," you gasped, because he was so deep you could feel him everywhere. "You're inside me." Fresh sobs tore from his chest. "Thank you, thank you, thank you—" You leaned forward, changing the angle slightly, and used your grip on his wrists for leverage as you started to move. Up. Slowly. Until just the tip remained inside. Choso made a sound of pure desperation. Then down. Fast. Taking him to the hilt again. "FUCK—!" You established a rhythm, pulling up until he was almost out, then slamming back down, taking him completely. Each thrust punched sounds from his throat. Sobs. Moans. Broken words that might have been pleas or prayers or just your name. Your free hand braced against his chest as you rode him harder, faster, chasing the friction and fullness and the intoxicating power of watching him fall apart beneath you. "This is what you wanted?" you panted, your hips rolling. "To feel what it's like inside a girl?"
"Yes—" He could barely speak. "Ngh!~ Yes, oh God, yes—"
"You're never going to forget this," you told him, leaning down so your face was close to his. "Every time you close your eyes, you're going to remember how this felt. How I felt. You're going to be fucking addicted."
"I already—fuck—I'm already—aa!" His hips jerked up involuntarily, trying to meet your movements, and you immediately stopped. Completely still, fully seated on him. "What did I say about moving?" you asked coldly. "No—I'm sorry—I didn't mean to—please don't stop—Ngh!~ please—"
"Then stay. Still." You punctuated each word with a slow roll of your hips. Choso sobbed, his body trembling with the effort of staying motionless beneath you while you moved above him. "Good boy," you murmured, and felt him pulse inside you at the praise. You started moving again, harder this time, faster, taking your pleasure while he lay pinned beneath you, crying and whimpering and completely at your mercy. His wrists strained against your grip. His glasses had fallen off at some point; you didn't even know when. His face was a mess of tears and sweat and desperate pleasure. He looked absolutely ruined. And you'd never felt more powerful in your entire life. "Don't you dare cum yet," you warned, feeling your own pleasure building.
"I—I don't know if I can—it's too much—please—"
"You will." You squeezed his wrists hard enough to hurt. "Because if you cum before me, I'll never touch you again. Ever." That seemed to focus him. Terror mixing with the overwhelming sensation. "I won't—I'll try—please—"
"Good." You leaned back, changing the angle, and rode him harder. Using him. Taking what you needed. While Choso sobbed and shook and fought with everything he had not to finish before you gave him permission. Because he was yours now. Completely. Utterly. And you were going to make sure he never, ever forgot it.
You kept thrusting onto him. “Ngh!~” another desperate whimper. Another thrust. “Ah!” another tear falling from those sweet brown eyes, his head thrashing around. His fingers dug into his palms; you were sure his palms would bleed. He was a red, crying mess, moaning and whimpering with every thrust with such loudness and pleasured agony. Choso was having the time of his life, really. His legs ached, and his core felt weaker. He felt that familiar ache in his muscles and balls, except he would feel you pulse around him, and it’d make his back arch up into you, hitting another spot that caused them both to moan.
“G-gonna– cum– cum. Cum!” He whimpered out, he was still stronger than you, and he was now thrusting upwards, bouncing up into you, switching control for a mere second as he twitched. “Cum– p-please— please– please cumming cum… your pussy… so so good. Ah~” He was slobbering and crying and whimpering as his mouth dropped open, hips sputtering rather quickly, and all you could do was bounce to his rhythm, holding onto his forearms as you felt him twitch one last time before he came into the condom. He settled like a ragdoll, going limp as his breath heaved rapidly. You werent done, though. You roughly grabbed him by his hair and continued bouncing at a rapid pace. You were close, so it wasnt long. But Choso mewled, hand going up to grab your wrist of the hand in his hair, “Ngh~ T-too much… too much, aa!” But he just whimpered as you continued, looking up through his wet, tear-soaked lashes as you held his head up. “What you deserve for cumming before I said, loser–” You came, throwing your head back as you rode it out on his spent cock, he cried along too, small whimpers as he felt the whole thing. You clenching then the gush of juice, it was like heaven, he wished he could have cum again.
You went limp, falling on top of him, head on his heaving chest. Your body twitched from aftershocks and stayed lying there, him still half inside, though now soft. “Okay, loser, you can shut up now.” Choso was still whimpering, the aftershocks of his first orgasm inside a girl really taking a toll on his body. He hadnt even realized he was still whimpering and quietly sobbing, “S-sorry.” You sat up, your hands on his chest. If you were pretty before Choso thought you were otherworldly, right now. Skin dewy and cheeks flushed, hair framing your face, looking down at him with that glazed look on your own face. You rolled your eyes, “Whatever. Once youre done with this, clean up and get the fuck out.” You then grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you, “And don't tell a fucking soul or I swear I will spread the worst rumor about you, Choso.” He could only weakly whimper a response. God, you really turned him on.
would you guys be mad at me if i say that this piece for chan's mommy gf is very biased? HAHAHAHA. it was actually supposed to be 4k words but i needed to trim it down. i wrote this very enthusiastically i forgot that this is supposed to be short only. so bear with me if this is so fast paced. BUT HEY, CHAN'S MOMMY GF TIME WITH JISUNG IS HERE <333 — click first tag for other member's version.
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The front door clicked shut behind you, the weight of your long workday already starting to melt away as you stepped into the shared apartment. You'd been thinking about Chan the entire ride home—his strong hands, that deep voice murmuring filthy promises against your skin, the way he always knew exactly how to unwind you after a rough day. Just the two of you tonight. That was the plan.
You kicked off your heels by the door and padded quietly down the hallway toward the bedroom, a small smile already playing on your lips.
But the moment you pushed the bedroom door open, you froze.
Chan was standing at the foot of the bed, shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, looking every bit the confident leader he was. His eyes lit up the second he saw you, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face.
And on the bed was Jisung.
Completely naked, kneeling in the center of the mattress with his wrists tied together in front of him using one of Chan’s sleek black ties. A dark red silk tie was pulled tight between his lips as a gag, forcing his mouth open in an obscene way. His cheeks were flushed deep pink, eyes wide and glassy with arousal and nervous excitement. His cock was already hard, curving up against his stomach and leaking steadily, twitching every time he shifted. A thin trail of drool had escaped the corner of his gagged mouth and was slowly dripping down his chin.
You raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering across your face as you took in the unexpected scene. This was definitely not what you’d pictured on your commute home.
Chan chuckled softly, low and warm, stepping toward you with confidence. He slid one arm around your waist, pulling you gently against his bare chest, his other hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Surprised, baby?” he murmured, voice husky. His lips ghosted along your jaw. “We were just about to wait for you, but Jisung said he wanted to do something while we waited.”
Jisung let out a soft, muffled whimper around the red tie, his bound hands twitching uselessly in his lap. His eyes locked onto yours, big and pleading, cheeks burning even darker.
Chan leaned in closer to your ear, his breath hot against your skin.
You arched an eyebrow higher, a slow, intrigued smile curving your lips. “All that just by waiting?” you asked, voice light but laced with teasing disbelief.
Without breaking eye contact with Jisung, you shrugged off your coat, letting it drop carelessly to the floor. The silky blouse underneath clung to your curves, and as you moved toward the bed, your tight pencil skirt rode up your thighs, the hem inching higher. You climbed onto the mattress with deliberate grace, the bed dipping under your weight as you knelt right in front of the bound boy.
Jisung’s eyes widened even more, a shaky, muffled whimper escaping around the dark red tie. Up close, he looked even prettier—flushed cheeks, glassy doe eyes, chest rising and falling quickly. His cock throbbed visibly, another thick bead of precum dripping onto the sheets. His bound wrists flexed uselessly, as if he wanted to reach for you but couldn’t.
You settled on your knees facing him, close enough that your skirt brushed against his bare thighs. Slowly, you reached out and traced one manicured nail lightly down the center of his chest, watching the way his muscles jumped under your touch. Then you dragged the same finger lower, stopping just above where his leaking cock twitched desperately for attention.
Chan watched the entire thing with dark, hungry eyes, arms crossed over his bare chest as he leaned against the bedpost.You smiled softly, a mix of affection and heat in your eyes, and gently cupped Jisung’s flushed cheek with one hand.
The moment your palm touched his skin, he instinctively leaned into it, nuzzling against your hand like a needy kitten. His eyes fluttered half-closed, a soft, desperate whimper vibrating around the red silk gag. More drool escaped the corner of his mouth, trickling over your fingers as he pressed closer, clearly starved for contact.
“That eager, hm, Sungie?” you murmured, voice sweet and teasing, thumb brushing lightly over his cheekbone.
Jisung nodded frantically, the movement making the gag shift and pull at his lips. He let out a muffled “mm-hmm” that sounded far too eager, his bound hands twitching in his lap. His cock gave a heavy twitch between his legs, another bead of precum sliding down.
“He’s been like this the whole time,” Chan said, voice thick with arousal. His free hand came up to brush Jisung’s hair back from his forehead, almost tenderly. “Kept making these little sounds every time I mentioned your name. I think our Sungie has a big crush on you.”
Jisung’s gaze flicked between you and Chan, eyes shiny and pleading. He rubbed his cheek more insistently against your palm, silently begging for more.You leaned in closer, your voice soft and sweet. “Poor boy. Come here.”
Your chest pressed forward, the soft curves of your breasts brushing against Jisung’s flushed face as you reached behind his head to untie the dark red silk gag. The moment the knot loosened, the wet fabric slipped from between his swollen lips, a long string of drool connecting it to his mouth for a second before it broke.
Jisung gasped sharply, lips parted and glistening, breathing hard. His voice came out hoarse and shaky right away.
“Hah— thank you… noona…” he whimpered, the honorific slipping out so naturally it made your stomach tighten. His eyes were glassy, lips red and puffy. He instinctively nuzzled deeper into your chest, face pressing between your breasts as he inhaled your scent, a broken little moan escaping him. His bound hands came up between your bodies, fingers brushing lightly against your waist.
“Please…” he breathed against your chest, lips brushing the fabric of your blouse. “Can I… can I taste you? Or touch you? I’ll be so good… Chan-hyung said I could only do what you allow tonight…” His tongue darted out, licking at the exposed skin at the top of your cleavage, leaving a wet trail.
You let out a soft “Ah-ah,” pushing Jisung back gently but firmly with one hand on his chest.
That single motion was all Chan needed. He immediately reached forward, his large hand gripping the back of Jisung’s neck firmly, pulling the younger man backward and away from you. Jisung gasped, his bound hands jerking uselessly as he was dragged a few inches across the bed.
“Haven’t you heard from the others how things work here?” you asked calmly, tilting your head as you looked down at him with a raised brow.
Jisung’s chest heaved, lips still wet and puffy. He swallowed thickly, eyes darting between you and Chan, his cock twitching against his stomach.
“I… I did hear,” he admitted, voice shaky and small. “The others said… I don’t have to do much. That I just need to lay down and take whatever you and Chan-hyung give me. That you both like it when I’m… obedient like that.”
The confession came out breathy and embarrassed, but undeniably eager. His cheeks burned even redder as he said it.
You smiled at his obedient words, watching as he willingly lay back on the mattress, offering himself up.
Chan didn’t waste any time. He moved smoothly, shifting onto the bed and pinning Jisung’s tied wrists firmly above his head with one strong hand, pressing them down into the pillow. The position stretched Jisung’s lean body beautifully—chest rising and falling quickly, abs tightening, cock standing flushed and leaking against his stomach. Chan sat on the edge of the bed right beside him, his free hand resting casually on Jisung’s hip to keep him still.You kept your eyes on Jisung’s flushed, desperate face as you sat back on your heels for a moment.
Without a word, you reached under your pencil skirt and slowly peeled off your sheer black fishnet tights, sliding them down your legs with deliberate movements. The soft rustle of the mesh filled the quiet room as you bunched the delicate material in your hands, wrapping it a few times around your palm and fingers until it formed a makeshift textured sleeve.
Jisung’s eyes widened, his breathing stuttering as he watched you.
Chan’s grip on the boy’s pinned wrists tightened slightly, a low, approving hum leaving his throat.You leaned forward again, now kneeling between Jisung’s spread legs. The fishnet-wrapped hand hovered just above his aching cock for a second, letting him feel the anticipation. Then you wrapped the textured material firmly around his length, the rough weave creating delicious friction as you gave one slow, deliberate pump from base to tip.
“Ah—fuck, noona!” Jisung cried out, his back arching sharply off the bed. His bound wrists strained against Chan’s strong hold. The sensation of the fishnets dragging along his sensitive skin made his cock throb hard in your grip, another thick bead of precum soaking into the mesh instantly.
You started a steady rhythm, pumping him with the fishnet-covered hand—slow at first, then gradually firmer, twisting your wrist a little on every upstroke so the netting rubbed perfectly against the head and underside.Jisung’s moans turned loud and broken immediately.
“Hah— hah— it’s… it’s too much— the texture— oh my god…” His hips tried to buck up into your fist, but Chan’s free hand pressed down firmly on his lower stomach, keeping him pinned flat to the mattress.
With a small, teasing smile, you tightened your grip near the base and angled your hand so that the roughest part of the bunched-up fishnets pressed directly against the sensitive, swollen head of his cock. You started rubbing slow, firm, circular motions, letting the textured netting grind right over his leaking tip.
Jisung’s entire body jerked violently, a loud, broken cry tearing from his throat.
“Ahh—! Noona— fuck, fuck, right there—!” His hips tried to thrust up desperately, but Chan’s strong hand on his lower stomach slammed him back down. His pinned wrists twisted hard against Chan’s grip as he struggled.
The rough weave scraped deliciously over his slit, catching on the sensitive ridge and rubbing relentlessly. Every small circle sent fresh jolts through him. More precum poured out in thick, messy beads, soaking the black mesh until it glistened obscenely.
Jisung’s voice cracked into high, needy whimpers.
“It’s… it’s too much! The texture— I can’t— hah… hah… please—!”
Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, sliding down his flushed cheeks. His cock throbbed wildly in your hand, the head turning an even deeper red under the constant friction.
“Listen to those pretty sounds you’re making, Jisung,” Chan said, voice thick with arousal. “She’s barely even started and you’re already crying from just her tights on your tip. You’re going to cum so fast if she keeps rubbing you like this, aren’t you?”
Jisung shook his head frantically even as his hips twitched helplessly.
“I— I don’t know! It feels so good— so good! Noona, please— I’m so close already—!”
While your fishnet-wrapped hand continued those slow, firm circular rubs on his swollen tip, your other bare hand slid down to wrap around the lower half of his cock.
You started pumping the base with smooth, steady strokes, twisting slightly on every upward glide while your textured hand kept grinding directly on the sensitive head.The dual sensation broke Jisung instantly.
“F-fuck—! Noona— oh my god—!” His voice cracked into a high, desperate wail. His back arched clean off the bed, only to be slammed back down by Chan’s firm hand. His tied wrists yanked hard against Chan’s iron grip as his whole body trembled violently.
The contrast was too much—the rough, scraping texture tormenting his sensitive tip while your smooth, warm hand pumped the thicker base with perfect pressure. Every time you rubbed the mesh in tight circles over his slit, more precum gushed out, soaking the fishnets until they were dripping wet. The filthy, slick sounds of the mesh rubbing his tip mixed with the wet schlick of your bare hand stroking the lower half filled the bedroom.With a broken, high-pitched cry, Jisung came hard.
Thick ropes of cum shot out of him, splattering messily against the soaked black fishnets still grinding on his tip. The first few pulses were powerful, painting the mesh white as his cock jerked violently in your hands. His back arched sharply, thighs shaking uncontrollably while Chan kept his wrists pinned firmly above his head.You finally slowed your movements but only slightly, still gently rubbing the soaked, cum-drenched fishnets over his twitching tip and giving his length a few more lazy pumps, letting him ride out the last intense tremors.
Jisung lay there panting, wrecked and trembling, tears still slipping from his eyes, his cock red, spent, and hypersensitive in your grip. The black fishnets were absolutely ruined, soaked with his cum and clinging wetly to his skin.
Chan looked at you with dark, hungry eyes, a proud smirk on his lips.
“Fuck… look at what you did to him, baby. Our pretty boy squirted all over your fishnets like a desperate little slut.”
Jisung could barely speak, only managing soft, broken whimpers as his chest heaved, completely spent and floating in the aftermath.
His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, glassy and unfocused. His lips were parted, and every few seconds a soft, dazed whimper would escape, but no actual words came out.
He was totally spaced out.
You watched him for a moment, a gentle smile tugging at your lips. His cock was still half-hard, twitching occasionally against his messy stomach. His thighs trembled faintly from the intensity.
Chan carefully released Jisung’s wrists and sat back a little, giving you space. You shifted closer and leaned down over Jisung, gently cupping his flushed cheek with your clean hand. Your thumb brushed tenderly across his skin.
“Hey, Sungie…” you cooed softly, your voice warm and soothing. “You did so well, baby. Such a good boy for us tonight.”
Jisung’s eyes slowly drifted toward the sound of your voice, but they still looked hazy. Another soft, broken sound left his throat, almost like he wanted to reply but couldn’t quite manage it.
You continued cooing to him, stroking his cheek and brushing his damp hair back from his forehead.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to think right now. Just float for a little while. Noona’s here. Chan’s here.”
You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his temple, then another to the corner of his parted lips. Jisung let out a tiny, content sigh. His eyelids fluttered, but his gaze remained soft and distant, still lost in that deep, floaty headspace. One of his hands weakly twitched toward you, so you caught it gently and laced your fingers with his.
Chan moved to your side and ran a comforting hand along Jisung’s thigh, his touch light and grounding.
Jisung’s breathing slowly evened out a little more. He stayed quiet, eyes still fixed somewhere on the ceiling, but the tiniest hint of a blissful smile touched his lips as your gentle words and touches kept him wrapped in warm aftercare.
The three of you stayed like that for a while, the room quiet except for Jisung’s soft, spaced-out breathing and your soothing voice guiding him back down gently.
writing for a complete submissive hyunjin wasn't something i imagined i would do. we know how proud this guy is and writing him this way was so fun. it was new to me, and i hope you guys would enjoy reading it too. CHAN'S MOMMY GF TIME WITH HYUNJIN <333 — click first tag for other member's version.
HEY— this is an 18+ post! please proceed with viewer's discretion as this contains graphic smut themes not suitable for some readers. MDNI!!!!
Hyunjin’s face froze the moment the question left Chan’s lips. Not out of disgust, but because a rush of raw excitement choked the words in his throat. Of all Chan’s members, no one wanted you more than Hyunjin did. He’d fantasized about this moment for so long that now, hearing Chan actually offer it to him, his entire body thrummed with barely contained need. He felt like he was vibrating in place, pulse racing, cock already twitching to life in his sweats.
His dark eyes locked onto you, burning with desperate hunger, silently begging for confirmation that this was real, that your boyfriend was truly offering to share you. You met his gaze with a slow, knowing smile, neither confirming nor denying him, letting the delicious tension stretch between you.
A frustrated groan tore from Hyunjin’s throat, low and needy. The sound made you giggle softly, the teasing lilt of it only making his cock throb harder.
“So?” Chan pressed, amusement thick in his voice. “What’s your answer, Hyunjin?”
“I swear to God, hyung,” Hyunjin rasped, voice rough with lust, “if you’re fucking with me right now—”
“No one’s fucking with you right now, Jinnie,” you hummed, voice silky and dripping with promise. You extended your hand toward him, fingers graceful and inviting.
He took it with a slight tremor, his palm warm and damp against yours. You could feel the nervous excitement rolling off him in waves as you guided him closer, until he stood right beside the bed where you were sprawled, legs slightly parted, body on full display.
The moment Hyunjin’s fingers brushed yours, a visible shiver raced up his spine. You felt his pulse jump under your touch as your hand slowly slid from his forearm, trailing upward in a teasing caress. His breath hitched sharply, chest stuttering as his head fell back, only to land against Chan’s solid chest behind him.
“But,” Chan murmured, voice low and commanding, lips brushing the shell of Hyunjin’s ear, “you’ll do this on my rules.”
Hyunjin opened his mouth to protest, a needy whine already forming, when Chan moved with effortless strength. In one fluid motion, he locked both of Hyunjin’s arms behind his back, wrists pinned firmly in one large hand. With practiced ease, Chan pulled him down onto the bed, trapping him between his spread legs. Hyunjin’s back pressed flush against Chan’s broad chest, his head forced to rest on the older man’s shoulder as Chan leaned back against the headboard, completely in control.
Hyunjin was now deliciously helpless, arms immobilized, body caged between Chan’s powerful thighs, heart hammering wildly while his cock strained painfully against his sweats.
“Hyung—” Hyunjin whined, twisting desperately in Chan’s iron grip, trying to squirm free. But Chan was far too strong, his thick arms and powerful thighs holding him effortlessly in place.
Hyunjin had never imagined ending up like this, trapped and completely at your mercy. In all his filthy fantasies, he had pictured you as the overwhelmed one, the pretty little thing taking every rough thrust and growled command. He had never considered that you might be the one draining every last drop of exhaustion and sanity from him instead.
“Shh... Don’t squirm, Jinnie,” you cooed softly, your voice sweet and dripping with mock sympathy. Your hand glided slowly up his thigh, fingers tracing the tense, flexing muscles that jumped and quivered under your touch. “You’ll only hurt yourself.”
Hyunjin whined again, hips jerking and rolling as he tried to chase any friction. His cock strained obscenely against the thin fabric of his sweats, a small wet spot already forming from how painfully hard and leaking he was.
You let out a soft, disappointed sigh, your hand pausing on his thigh. “Jinnie… if you don’t want this, just say so. You’re free to stop anytime. Chan will let you go right now.”
The words barely left your lips before Hyunjin froze. His eyes widened in pure panic, and he began shaking his head frantically, messy hair falling into his eyes.
“No—no, please,” he begged, voice cracking with raw desperation. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I want it—I want you. Both of you. Please… I’ll be good. I swear I’ll behave. Just… don’t let me go.”
His breathing came in short, needy pants, body trembling between Chan’s powerful thighs as his cock twitched visibly.
Chan chuckled lowly behind him, the deep sound vibrating through Hyunjin’s back. “That’s what I thought.”
You tilted your head, watching the adorable confusion crease his forehead. “Just… slowly?” he whispered, voice shaky and uncertain, almost pleading. His hips gave a tiny, involuntary twitch, betraying how badly his body craved more despite his nerves.
You smiled, slow and wicked. “Mmm… slowly it is, then.”
Your fingers continued their lazy ascent, finally slipping beneath the hem of Hyunjin’s sweats. The moment your warm palm made contact with his bare skin, he let out a broken whimper, hips jerking forward instinctively. You could feel how feverishly hot he was, every muscle quivering as you dragged your fingertips upward with deliberate, agonizing slowness.
Hyunjin’s breath hitched sharply when your knuckles brushed the underside of his heavy, aching cock. He was rock-hard, velvety skin burning against your hand, already slick with a generous amount of precum. You wrapped your fingers around him gently, not stroking yet—just holding him, letting him feel the warmth and pressure of your grip while he throbbed desperately in your palm.
“Like this?” you whispered, voice sweet and teasing as you gave him the faintest, slowest squeeze. Your thumb circled the sensitive head once, spreading the slick precum over the swollen tip in a languid swirl.
A needy, choked moan spilled from his lips. His head pressed harder back against Chan’s chest, eyes fluttering shut as his entire body trembled between the older man’s strong thighs. Chan’s free hand came up to stroke Hyunjin’s hair soothingly, even as he kept his arms pinned securely behind his back.
“That’s it,” Chan murmured against his ear, voice dark with approval. “Let her take care of you, Hyune.”
You leaned in closer, lips brushing teasingly against his collarbone. “You’re leaking so much, Jinnie… Does it feel good when I touch you like this?”
“Y-yes… fuck— please… don’t stop… feels so good…” Hyunjin sobbed, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed deep red.
You continued those slow strokes for a few more torturous seconds, then, without warning, tightened your grip and began moving faster. Your hand glided up and down his throbbing cock with purpose now, long, smooth strokes from base to swollen tip, thumb pressing firmly against the sensitive underside on every upward pass. The wet, slick sounds of your palm working his precum-smeared length filled the room, obscene and filthy.
Hyunjin’s reaction was immediate and beautiful. A sharp, broken cry tore from his throat, his whole body jerking hard between Chan’s powerful thighs.
“Ah— fuck!” His hips snapped forward instinctively, but Chan’s iron hold kept him exactly where you wanted him, trapped, helpless, forced to take every stroke exactly as you gave it.
“That’s it,” you purred, voice dripping with satisfaction as you pumped him faster, twisting your wrist at the head on every upstroke. Precum poured from his tip in thick, steady streams, coating your fingers and making every glide wetter and smoother.
Hyunjin’s head thrashed back against Chan’s chest, messy hair sticking to his damp forehead. Desperate, high-pitched moans spilled from his lips without restraint.
“Please, oh god, please—! Faster, no, wait— it’s too much— don’t stop—”
Chan chuckled darkly, lips pressed to Hyunjin’s ear. “Look at you, Jinnie. Falling apart so quickly. She’s barely even started and you’re already making such a mess.”
You leaned in closer, breath hot against his neck as your pace quickened even more. “You’re leaking everywhere, baby. So wet for me… Does it feel good when I jerk you off like this? While Chan holds you down so you can’t run away?”
“Yes— yes, fuck— feels so good—” Hyunjin sobbed, voice cracking as another thick spurt of precum dripped over your knuckles. His entire body was shaking now, hips twitching helplessly in time with your hand.
Just as you felt his cock swell even harder and begin to pulse dangerously close to release, you suddenly slowed down. Your grip loosened until you were barely stroking him at all.
“No… no, please,” Hyunjin sobbed, his voice cracking with frustration. His hips chased your hand desperately. “Don’t stop. I was so close. Please let me cum.”
You clicked your tongue softly, a wicked smile curving your lips. “Not yet, Jinnie. You don’t get to cum until I say so. Be a good boy and hold it for me.”
You edged him mercilessly, bringing him right to the brink with fast, tight strokes, then pulling back to the lightest, teasing touches the moment his thighs started shaking. Over and over again. Each time he got close, you denied him, drawing out pathetic whimpers and broken pleas.
Hyunjin was a complete mess. Tears of frustration gathered in his eyes as his body trembled violently between Chan’s thighs. His cock was angry red and leaking nonstop, thick precum coating your entire hand and dripping down his balls.
“Please… I can’t hold it anymore,” he begged, voice hoarse and shaking.You leaned in closer, lips brushing his ear as you stroked him faster again.
He was right on the edge, sobbing, when his control suddenly snapped. With a strangled cry, Hyunjin came hard without permission. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot over your fingers and across his own stomach. His whole body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him, hips bucking wildly even as Chan held him firmly in place.
You didn’t stop.
Instead, your hand kept moving, faster now, slick and unforgiving. You stroked his oversensitive cock through every pulse of his orgasm and well beyond it.Hyunjin’s eyes flew open in shock.
“Wait— ahh! No, no, no! It’s too much! Stop, please!”
But you didn’t listen. You pumped him harder, your thumb pressing firmly against the sensitive head, forcing more cum to spill out as you overstimulated his spent, twitching length without mercy.
“This is what happens when you cum without permission, Jinnie,” you said calmly, your voice sweet but edged with dark amusement. “Bad boys get punished.”
Chan chuckled lowly behind him. “Told you to behave, baby.”
Hyunjin was shaking uncontrollably now. High-pitched, overwhelmed sobs tore from his throat as you stroked him through the brutal overstimulation. His cock, still sensitive from his first orgasm, was forced back to aching hardness in your fist. The pleasure bordered on pain.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… It’s too sensitive… ah fuck… I can’t!” he cried. Tears finally spilled down his flushed cheeks.
You leaned closer, lips ghosting over his neck while your hand continued its merciless rhythm. “You can, and you will. Give me another one. Cum again for me, Jinnie.”
The overstimulation was relentless. Every stroke sent electric shocks through his overstimulated nerves. His second orgasm hit him like a freight train, even more intense than the first. He screamed, body arching violently between Chan’s thighs as fresh ropes of cum spurted weakly from his abused cock, splattering over your hand, his stomach, and his chest.
Only when the very last pulse had been wrung out of him did you finally slow your hand and release his spent cock. You wiped your fingers gently on the sheets before cupping his tear-streaked face with both hands.
“Shh, baby… it’s okay. You did so well,” you whispered softly, pressing tender kisses all over his flushed, sobbing face, his forehead, his damp eyelids, the bridge of his nose, his wet cheeks, and finally the corner of his trembling mouth. “Such a good boy for us. You took everything so beautifully.”
Hyunjin was deep in subspace, his eyes glassy and unfocused, body still shaking with aftershocks. Soft, broken whimpers continued to spill from his lips even as fresh tears rolled down his cheeks. He leaned helplessly into your touch, seeking comfort like a needy kitten.
Chan loosened his grip at last, releasing Hyunjin’s arms and gently rubbing the sore muscles with careful hands. He pressed a slow kiss to the side of Hyunjin’s neck, his voice low and warm.
“That’s it, Jinnie. We’ve got you. Just breathe for us.” You kept kissing him everywhere, soft, soothing presses of your lips across his forehead, his temples, his jaw, and back to his tear-stained cheeks. One hand stroked his hair while the other caressed his chest in slow, comforting circles.
“You’re safe, sweetheart,” you murmured between kisses, your voice gentle and full of affection. “We’re right here. Let it all out. You were perfect.”
Hyunjin let out a shaky, watery sob that slowly melted into a quiet, contented sigh. His trembling gradually eased under the constant warmth of your kisses and Chan’s steady hands. He nuzzled weakly into your palm, seeking more of your gentle touch as he floated deeper in that soft, hazy headspace.
Chan smiled softly behind him and wrapped his arms around Hyunjin’s waist, pulling him more securely against his chest. “Rest now, baby. We’ll take care of everything.”
You continued placing feather-light kisses all over his face, whispering sweet praises until his breathing finally evened out and the last of his sobs faded into peaceful, exhausted little hums. The three of you stayed tangled together, warm and safe, showering Hyunjin with all the tender love and care he deserved after falling apart so beautifully for you.
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