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synopsis: what happens when you accidentally feed aphrodisiacs to two freaks?
cw: accidental “drugging”, porn without plot, threesome, sex drug use, multiple orgasms, blowjobs, unprotected p in v, hookup culture (iguess?)
a/n: im so fucking sorryyyyyyyy!!! comeback i guess???
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nothing was supposed to happen like this. you’d invited them over for something simple, just a late-night hangout. music hummed quietly from your speakers, and empty takeout containers crowded the coffee table between you all. it was the kind of night that was supposed to be easy. the kind of night you always had, just comfortable.
hyunjin, however, had other plans. he’d been at it for almost ten minutes now, talking in circles while everyone else did their thing. his hands moved as he spoke, dramatic and restless, like he couldn’t get the words out fast enough. “baby i’m so serious” he said, dragging a hand through his hair as he turned back toward you. “when i’m home, my brain just doesn’t stop. it’s like i always need something else to focus on” on the couch beside him, jisung let out a quiet snort, half-buried in the corner cushions with his phone in his hand. “you’re literally just describing boredom” he said without looking up. hyunjin shot him a glare, but it didn’t slow him down.
you tried to focus on what he was saying, you really did. nodding along, offering the occasional “mhm” when it felt appropriate. but your attention kept drifting. across the room.
to changbin.
he was sitting in the armchair across from you, elbows resting on his knees, looking far too comfortable for someone who had absolutely no idea what he was doing to your concentration. every now and then he glanced up, catching your gaze for just a second longer than he probably should have. every time it happened, something warm and scary happened low in your stomach.
it wasn’t anything new.
wanting changbin had been quietly sitting in the back of your mind for a while now. easy to ignore when he wasn’t this close, when you weren’t all crammed into your living room with his voice filling the space and his stupid laugh cutting through the music. hyunjin kept talking.
“…and i just don’t want it to feel like i’m using you” he finished finally. you blinked, pulling your attention away from changbin. “hyunjin” you said gently “it’s not like that.” you meant it. but it didn’t stop your eyes from sliding almost automatically back to changbin. hyunjin noticed immediately.
his gaze followed yours across the room, landing squarely on changbin. then he looked back at you. the corner of his mouth lifted slowly. “oh” hyunjin said. a beat passed. then two. you gulped, your throat suddenly dry. “that explains a lot.”
“hyunnie-“ you started, panicked eyes following hyunjins gaze. he interrupted, shaking his head. “no need to explain yourself, baby. we’ll talk about this later”
and that’s all. it was never talked about again.
until today happened.
hyunjin invited changbin over for a gaming session, so it was absolutely necessary that you avoid the living room at all costs. you left some snacks out for them, ran to the store for some beers, and left it at that.
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you stayed in your room longer than you planned. long enough for the gaming noises to turn from loud competitive yelling to quieter chats. you figured they’d finally gotten tired. so you stepped out. the living room lights were still on, the game paused on the screen. two controllers sat abandoned on the coffee table. hyunjin and changbin were both on the couch. except neither of them looked like they were gaming anymore.
hyunjin’s head snapped toward you the second you stepped into the doorway. changbin followed a second later. both of them stared. you frowned immediately. “why are you looking at me like that?” neither answered right away.
hyunjin leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers rubbing his temples like he was trying to focus. “you were in your room?” “yes?” you said carefully“where else would i be?”
changbin exhaled a shaky laugh under his breath and leaned back against the couch, dragging a hand down his face. his hair was messy, cheeks slightly flushed. you were beyond confused. something was definitely not right. hyunjin looked at the coffee table, your eyes followed his.
the empty chocolate box sat there. the one you first didn’t recognize, then the realisation set off an alarm inside you. it was that chocolate. the one your friend had given you as a joke with the stupid label you’d rolled your eyes at.
your stomach dropped.
“…did you guys eat those?” changbin squinted at the box like it had personally offended him. “yeah? they were chocolates” hyunjin groaned softly and tipped his head back against the couch. you covered your face with both hands. “oh my god.” “what?” changbin said immediately. “what?” hyunjin echoed, lifting his head again.
you looked at them, horrified. “those weren’t normal chocolates” silence. changbin blinked. hyunjin stared at you. “what kind of chocolates were they?” changbin asked slowly. you hesitated. hyunjin leaned forward again, eyes narrowing like he already knew he wasn’t going to like the answer. “they were… um.” you gestured vaguely at the empty box. “aphrodisiac chocolates.”
the room went dead quiet. changbin’s eyebrows shot up. hyunjin just stared at you, his eyes wide open. “you’re kidding,” changbin said. “i wish i was.” another long silence.
hyunjin ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply through his nose. “that would explain” he muttered. “explain what?” you asked nervously. changbin shifted on the couch like he couldn’t sit still anymore. “everything” he said.
hyunjin’s gaze lifted back to you. and this time it lingered a bit too long. a shiver ran down your spine, and you were almost distracted enough not to notice who else was looking at you. your skin prickled under their gaze. “okay” you said quickly, backing up a step. “you guys just need water or something. i’m sure it’ll wear off.” neither of them moved. neither of them looked away.
hyunjin swallowed. “you should probably not stand in the doorway. or anywhere near us” he said quietly. “…why?” changbin let out a strained laugh. “because this shit is insane. we ate the whole box!” he said, dragging both hands through his hair. hyunjin’s eyes were still on you. dark. focused. like he was trying very hard to stay calm.
“yeah” he murmured. “and you’re not helping.” you chuckled in disbelief. “oh, yeah, well sorry! didn’t know you guys were stupid enough to eat a whole box of chocolates without reading the fucking label”
changbin let out a long sigh, and turned to look at hyunjin “alright, dude, look. she’s right. you can’t blame her for this.” hyunjin nodded silently. “yeah. sorry baby. come here” he opened his arms, and you didn’t hesitate. your knees bracketed his thighs on the couch within seconds, mouth on his in a soft kiss. well.. soft at first, until his hand found the back of your head, deepening it, the other one sliding from your waist to your ass. your skin was burning everywhere, and you swear you felt like the sexiest you’ve ever felt when you realized that changbin was looking straight at you guys. you gasped into hyunjins mouth, pulling back from the kiss.
your gaze went straight to changbin, and the sight that welcomed you was nothing you would ever have expected to see. his jaw was slack, eyes unfocused, his hand palming the bulge in his jeans like it was the most casual thing ever. when your gaze found his, he let out a low groan. “keep going” he nodded towards you guys. you couldn’t move. not until hyunjins voice brought you back to reality. “see? hyung thinks you’re pretty, baby. keep kissing me, hm?” he smiled. you nodded, and just like that, you were lost.
hyunjins hands gripped desperately at your hips, grinding you down against him. you were already barely able to breathe by the time his fingers dipped under the edge of your shirt, but he stopped there. he turned to changbin, and you did too, following his gaze. his hips twitched up against his hand, which obviously wasn’t enough, but he looked like he felt really good.
hyunjin turned back to you. “you sure you’re okay with this?” you nodded without thinking. his fingers pulled the edge of your shirt up. “then can i take this off?” you did it for him. both of them groaned at the sight, and you could already feel hyunjin leaking and warm under you, so hard it must’ve hurt. you glanced back at changbin, then back at hyunjin. like he could read your thoughts, hyunjin spoke.
“go on baby. wanna see you make hyung feel good. he deserves it too, no?” you can physically feel your thoughts and your feels battling inside you before you gulp it all down, nodding fast and walking over to changbin on the other side of the couch. his gaze follows you so heavily you’re almost scared he’ll eat you alive. you’re hesitant until his right hand reaches to your hips, pulling you down into his lap. his scent envelops you, and you’re gone.
your lips are on his in a blink of an eye, heavier and messier than you’ve ever kissed somebody. if anyone knew how long you’ve been waiting to have your lips on him you’d have some explaining to do. his tongue was everywhere, and before you knew it, your hips were twitching right down against him. the only reason you noticed it was the low moan that buzzed right through you. you smiled into the kiss, moving down his jaw, to his ears and down his neck. you could hear hyunjin moving closer, his own breathing heavy.
“changbinnie. can i suck you off?” his eyes widened so much you almost thought you scared him off. but you didn’t have time to overthink.“fuck yeah. yes you can. jesus” he said so fast it made you giggle.
you didn’t need the green light twice. you crawled off his lap, right between his spread legs on your knees. his eyes followed you like he was afraid you would disappear. your palms squeezed his thighs as you looked up at him. you pressed your lips to his inner thigh, feeling his muscles flex under your touch. you moved higher, slowly but surely, and looked up each time he made a noise.
his hand rested in your hair, watching as your tongue flicked out to wet your lips every once in a while. you were impatient, fingers undoing his sweatpants and pulling on them, leaving his boxers on. you continued to kiss him through the fabric, tongue flat against the wet spot on it. his hips twitched at the feeling, his head falling back with a groan. “oh— oh my god, please” he whispered, but you caught it.
“please what, binnie?” he gulped “please, let me feel you around my cock. wanna feel your lips. been dreaming about them.” hyunjin let out a moan behind you, and you looked back to see his hand stroking his cock slowly, up and down, his lower lip sucked between his teeth. then, he spoke. “show him how messy you get, honey. he’s gonna love it” he breathes.
you turned back to changbin, locking eyes with him once more, waiting for a final approval before taking off his boxers. you gulped when you finally saw him bare, thick and veiny. just like you imagined. your mouth watered at the sight. you leaned closer, inhaling him before sticking your tongue out and licking all the way from the base to the tip. his hips shuddered, a surprised little groan leaving his lips. you stayed there, licking slowly at the tip and watching his reaction. his brows furrowed, mouth forming a silent o when you wrapped your lips around it.
you could hear hyunjins little moans as he watched you, but your focus was entirely on changbin. you were determined to learn what he liked and how you could make him feel good and cum the fastest he ever has.
you relaxed your mouth around him, taking him deeper, saliva already dripping down his shaft. he groaned when you took him deeper, his breathing uneven. “that’s it, baby. take it” he whispered, hips twitching up ever so slightly. you took him deeper, eyes always glancing up at him. your mouth was sloppy around him, so wet that you sounded downright filthy. you started bobbing your head in a slow but steady rhythm, and watched his head fall back with a gasp. “oh—fuck-“ he managed, little groans getting kicked out of his chest with each exhale.
you took it as a sign to keep going just like that, slow but steady, tongue laid flat against the vein at the bottom of his length, dragging up and down with your mouth. “nnuh- don’t stop, i’m right there—“ he almost begged, his grip on your hair tightening. you moaned around him and he chuckled breathlessly, but cut himself off with a low sound when your tongue circled the tip, and his head fell right back against the cushions. you could feel him twitching and you kept the same rhythm “that’s so good- feels so good, i’m so close” he muttered, and your eyes snapped up to watch his face. his eyes locked right onto yours, and within two seconds he was cumming right in your mouth. “o-oh— that’s it— fuuck, oh my fucking- take it all, baby—“ he stammered, hips twitching as you took it all, swallowing him right down without question. he sighed when you stuck your tongue out, turning straight to hyunjin.
“and she swallows?” hyunjin just chuckled. you stood up, knees wobbly and walked back to hyunjin. his lips caught yours instantly, and before you could realize what was happening, he was throwing you around, pressing your chest into the couch. you moaned, arching your back, facing changbin. he looked so lost it made you smile. you could hear the sound of hyunjins belt, then his zipper, and then the feeling of his heavy, warm length pressed against your ass over your shorts.
his thumb pressed on the top of his cock, and he pressed his hips forward, making himself whine. you bit your lips, your own arousal almost unbearable. you pressed your ass back against him, shaking it a little. your eyes were locked on changbin again as hyunjin pulled your shorts down to your thighs, and pushed your underwear to the side. the second his long fingers ran along your soaked folds, your eyes rolled back silently. “oh-“ you gasped, the slick sounds filling the living room. neither of you knew, nor cared, if it was hyunjin spreading the precum over his cock, or your pussy wet and waiting for them. and neither of you cared.
when you felt the blunt tip of his cock finally press against your entrance, an embarrassingly loud moan left your mouth, but they didn’t seem to care. you pressed back automatically, and hyunjin didn’t hesitate. he pressed inside you so slowly it was torture. you gasped, biting down on your fingers to keep you from screaming. “holy shit” hyunjin said under his breath “so fucking tight” he continued, brows furrowed so tight it must’ve hurt. he pressed deeper and deeper until he hit that spot inside you, which he knew how to do insanely well by now, pulled out all the way and slammed back in.
“oh my god—“ you yelled, groaning straight after when he started fucking you with rhythm, hips rolling with experience as the sound of both your moans and the loud squelching filled the room. changbin was completely done, eyes unfocused but somehow still locked onto your face as hyunjin made you come once, then twice until he was twitching inside you, hips slowing. “baby— baby i’m gonna— fucking fill this pretty pussy of yours, want that? huh? you want me to do that?” you nodded, unable to form any coherent words. “oh- oh baby, ‘m gonna— fuu—hck-“ he whined, spilling warm and deep inside you.
you were panting into the pillow, still completely out of it with hyunjin still moving slowly inside you, when a warm thumb pressed into your cheek, and when you looked up, changbin was watching you with a little smile. “we knew what those chocolates were, sweetie.”
synopsis: what happens when you accidentally feed aphrodisiacs to two freaks?
cw: accidental “drugging”, porn without plot, threesome, sex drug use, multiple orgasms, blowjobs, unprotected p in v, hookup culture (iguess?)
a/n: im so fucking sorryyyyyyyy!!! comeback i guess???
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nothing was supposed to happen like this. you’d invited them over for something simple, just a late-night hangout. music hummed quietly from your speakers, and empty takeout containers crowded the coffee table between you all. it was the kind of night that was supposed to be easy. the kind of night you always had, just comfortable.
hyunjin, however, had other plans. he’d been at it for almost ten minutes now, talking in circles while everyone else did their thing. his hands moved as he spoke, dramatic and restless, like he couldn’t get the words out fast enough. “baby i’m so serious” he said, dragging a hand through his hair as he turned back toward you. “when i’m home, my brain just doesn’t stop. it’s like i always need something else to focus on” on the couch beside him, jisung let out a quiet snort, half-buried in the corner cushions with his phone in his hand. “you’re literally just describing boredom” he said without looking up. hyunjin shot him a glare, but it didn’t slow him down.
you tried to focus on what he was saying, you really did. nodding along, offering the occasional “mhm” when it felt appropriate. but your attention kept drifting. across the room.
to changbin.
he was sitting in the armchair across from you, elbows resting on his knees, looking far too comfortable for someone who had absolutely no idea what he was doing to your concentration. every now and then he glanced up, catching your gaze for just a second longer than he probably should have. every time it happened, something warm and scary happened low in your stomach.
it wasn’t anything new.
wanting changbin had been quietly sitting in the back of your mind for a while now. easy to ignore when he wasn’t this close, when you weren’t all crammed into your living room with his voice filling the space and his stupid laugh cutting through the music. hyunjin kept talking.
“…and i just don’t want it to feel like i’m using you” he finished finally. you blinked, pulling your attention away from changbin. “hyunjin” you said gently “it’s not like that.” you meant it. but it didn’t stop your eyes from sliding almost automatically back to changbin. hyunjin noticed immediately.
his gaze followed yours across the room, landing squarely on changbin. then he looked back at you. the corner of his mouth lifted slowly. “oh” hyunjin said. a beat passed. then two. you gulped, your throat suddenly dry. “that explains a lot.”
“hyunnie-“ you started, panicked eyes following hyunjins gaze. he interrupted, shaking his head. “no need to explain yourself, baby. we’ll talk about this later”
and that’s all. it was never talked about again.
until today happened.
hyunjin invited changbin over for a gaming session, so it was absolutely necessary that you avoid the living room at all costs. you left some snacks out for them, ran to the store for some beers, and left it at that.
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you stayed in your room longer than you planned. long enough for the gaming noises to turn from loud competitive yelling to quieter chats. you figured they’d finally gotten tired. so you stepped out. the living room lights were still on, the game paused on the screen. two controllers sat abandoned on the coffee table. hyunjin and changbin were both on the couch. except neither of them looked like they were gaming anymore.
hyunjin’s head snapped toward you the second you stepped into the doorway. changbin followed a second later. both of them stared. you frowned immediately. “why are you looking at me like that?” neither answered right away.
hyunjin leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers rubbing his temples like he was trying to focus. “you were in your room?” “yes?” you said carefully“where else would i be?”
changbin exhaled a shaky laugh under his breath and leaned back against the couch, dragging a hand down his face. his hair was messy, cheeks slightly flushed. you were beyond confused. something was definitely not right. hyunjin looked at the coffee table, your eyes followed his.
the empty chocolate box sat there. the one you first didn’t recognize, then the realisation set off an alarm inside you. it was that chocolate. the one your friend had given you as a joke with the stupid label you’d rolled your eyes at.
your stomach dropped.
“…did you guys eat those?” changbin squinted at the box like it had personally offended him. “yeah? they were chocolates” hyunjin groaned softly and tipped his head back against the couch. you covered your face with both hands. “oh my god.” “what?” changbin said immediately. “what?” hyunjin echoed, lifting his head again.
you looked at them, horrified. “those weren’t normal chocolates” silence. changbin blinked. hyunjin stared at you. “what kind of chocolates were they?” changbin asked slowly. you hesitated. hyunjin leaned forward again, eyes narrowing like he already knew he wasn’t going to like the answer. “they were… um.” you gestured vaguely at the empty box. “aphrodisiac chocolates.”
the room went dead quiet. changbin’s eyebrows shot up. hyunjin just stared at you, his eyes wide open. “you’re kidding,” changbin said. “i wish i was.” another long silence.
hyunjin ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply through his nose. “that would explain” he muttered. “explain what?” you asked nervously. changbin shifted on the couch like he couldn’t sit still anymore. “everything” he said.
hyunjin’s gaze lifted back to you. and this time it lingered a bit too long. a shiver ran down your spine, and you were almost distracted enough not to notice who else was looking at you. your skin prickled under their gaze. “okay” you said quickly, backing up a step. “you guys just need water or something. i’m sure it’ll wear off.” neither of them moved. neither of them looked away.
hyunjin swallowed. “you should probably not stand in the doorway. or anywhere near us” he said quietly. “…why?” changbin let out a strained laugh. “because this shit is insane. we ate the whole box!” he said, dragging both hands through his hair. hyunjin’s eyes were still on you. dark. focused. like he was trying very hard to stay calm.
“yeah” he murmured. “and you’re not helping.” you chuckled in disbelief. “oh, yeah, well sorry! didn’t know you guys were stupid enough to eat a whole box of chocolates without reading the fucking label”
changbin let out a long sigh, and turned to look at hyunjin “alright, dude, look. she’s right. you can’t blame her for this.” hyunjin nodded silently. “yeah. sorry baby. come here” he opened his arms, and you didn’t hesitate. your knees bracketed his thighs on the couch within seconds, mouth on his in a soft kiss. well.. soft at first, until his hand found the back of your head, deepening it, the other one sliding from your waist to your ass. your skin was burning everywhere, and you swear you felt like the sexiest you’ve ever felt when you realized that changbin was looking straight at you guys. you gasped into hyunjins mouth, pulling back from the kiss.
your gaze went straight to changbin, and the sight that welcomed you was nothing you would ever have expected to see. his jaw was slack, eyes unfocused, his hand palming the bulge in his jeans like it was the most casual thing ever. when your gaze found his, he let out a low groan. “keep going” he nodded towards you guys. you couldn’t move. not until hyunjins voice brought you back to reality. “see? hyung thinks you’re pretty, baby. keep kissing me, hm?” he smiled. you nodded, and just like that, you were lost.
hyunjins hands gripped desperately at your hips, grinding you down against him. you were already barely able to breathe by the time his fingers dipped under the edge of your shirt, but he stopped there. he turned to changbin, and you did too, following his gaze. his hips twitched up against his hand, which obviously wasn’t enough, but he looked like he felt really good.
hyunjin turned back to you. “you sure you’re okay with this?” you nodded without thinking. his fingers pulled the edge of your shirt up. “then can i take this off?” you did it for him. both of them groaned at the sight, and you could already feel hyunjin leaking and warm under you, so hard it must’ve hurt. you glanced back at changbin, then back at hyunjin. like he could read your thoughts, hyunjin spoke.
“go on baby. wanna see you make hyung feel good. he deserves it too, no?” you can physically feel your thoughts and your feels battling inside you before you gulp it all down, nodding fast and walking over to changbin on the other side of the couch. his gaze follows you so heavily you’re almost scared he’ll eat you alive. you’re hesitant until his right hand reaches to your hips, pulling you down into his lap. his scent envelops you, and you’re gone.
your lips are on his in a blink of an eye, heavier and messier than you’ve ever kissed somebody. if anyone knew how long you’ve been waiting to have your lips on him you’d have some explaining to do. his tongue was everywhere, and before you knew it, your hips were twitching right down against him. the only reason you noticed it was the low moan that buzzed right through you. you smiled into the kiss, moving down his jaw, to his ears and down his neck. you could hear hyunjin moving closer, his own breathing heavy.
“changbinnie. can i suck you off?” his eyes widened so much you almost thought you scared him off. but you didn’t have time to overthink.“fuck yeah. yes you can. jesus” he said so fast it made you giggle.
you didn’t need the green light twice. you crawled off his lap, right between his spread legs on your knees. his eyes followed you like he was afraid you would disappear. your palms squeezed his thighs as you looked up at him. you pressed your lips to his inner thigh, feeling his muscles flex under your touch. you moved higher, slowly but surely, and looked up each time he made a noise.
his hand rested in your hair, watching as your tongue flicked out to wet your lips every once in a while. you were impatient, fingers undoing his sweatpants and pulling on them, leaving his boxers on. you continued to kiss him through the fabric, tongue flat against the wet spot on it. his hips twitched at the feeling, his head falling back with a groan. “oh— oh my god, please” he whispered, but you caught it.
“please what, binnie?” he gulped “please, let me feel you around my cock. wanna feel your lips. been dreaming about them.” hyunjin let out a moan behind you, and you looked back to see his hand stroking his cock slowly, up and down, his lower lip sucked between his teeth. then, he spoke. “show him how messy you get, honey. he’s gonna love it” he breathes.
you turned back to changbin, locking eyes with him once more, waiting for a final approval before taking off his boxers. you gulped when you finally saw him bare, thick and veiny. just like you imagined. your mouth watered at the sight. you leaned closer, inhaling him before sticking your tongue out and licking all the way from the base to the tip. his hips shuddered, a surprised little groan leaving his lips. you stayed there, licking slowly at the tip and watching his reaction. his brows furrowed, mouth forming a silent o when you wrapped your lips around it.
you could hear hyunjins little moans as he watched you, but your focus was entirely on changbin. you were determined to learn what he liked and how you could make him feel good and cum the fastest he ever has.
you relaxed your mouth around him, taking him deeper, saliva already dripping down his shaft. he groaned when you took him deeper, his breathing uneven. “that’s it, baby. take it” he whispered, hips twitching up ever so slightly. you took him deeper, eyes always glancing up at him. your mouth was sloppy around him, so wet that you sounded downright filthy. you started bobbing your head in a slow but steady rhythm, and watched his head fall back with a gasp. “oh—fuck-“ he managed, little groans getting kicked out of his chest with each exhale.
you took it as a sign to keep going just like that, slow but steady, tongue laid flat against the vein at the bottom of his length, dragging up and down with your mouth. “nnuh- don’t stop, i’m right there—“ he almost begged, his grip on your hair tightening. you moaned around him and he chuckled breathlessly, but cut himself off with a low sound when your tongue circled the tip, and his head fell right back against the cushions. you could feel him twitching and you kept the same rhythm “that’s so good- feels so good, i’m so close” he muttered, and your eyes snapped up to watch his face. his eyes locked right onto yours, and within two seconds he was cumming right in your mouth. “o-oh— that’s it— fuuck, oh my fucking- take it all, baby—“ he stammered, hips twitching as you took it all, swallowing him right down without question. he sighed when you stuck your tongue out, turning straight to hyunjin.
“and she swallows?” hyunjin just chuckled. you stood up, knees wobbly and walked back to hyunjin. his lips caught yours instantly, and before you could realize what was happening, he was throwing you around, pressing your chest into the couch. you moaned, arching your back, facing changbin. he looked so lost it made you smile. you could hear the sound of hyunjins belt, then his zipper, and then the feeling of his heavy, warm length pressed against your ass over your shorts.
his thumb pressed on the top of his cock, and he pressed his hips forward, making himself whine. you bit your lips, your own arousal almost unbearable. you pressed your ass back against him, shaking it a little. your eyes were locked on changbin again as hyunjin pulled your shorts down to your thighs, and pushed your underwear to the side. the second his long fingers ran along your soaked folds, your eyes rolled back silently. “oh-“ you gasped, the slick sounds filling the living room. neither of you knew, nor cared, if it was hyunjin spreading the precum over his cock, or your pussy wet and waiting for them. and neither of you cared.
when you felt the blunt tip of his cock finally press against your entrance, an embarrassingly loud moan left your mouth, but they didn’t seem to care. you pressed back automatically, and hyunjin didn’t hesitate. he pressed inside you so slowly it was torture. you gasped, biting down on your fingers to keep you from screaming. “holy shit” hyunjin said under his breath “so fucking tight” he continued, brows furrowed so tight it must’ve hurt. he pressed deeper and deeper until he hit that spot inside you, which he knew how to do insanely well by now, pulled out all the way and slammed back in.
“oh my god—“ you yelled, groaning straight after when he started fucking you with rhythm, hips rolling with experience as the sound of both your moans and the loud squelching filled the room. changbin was completely done, eyes unfocused but somehow still locked onto your face as hyunjin made you come once, then twice until he was twitching inside you, hips slowing. “baby— baby i’m gonna— fucking fill this pretty pussy of yours, want that? huh? you want me to do that?” you nodded, unable to form any coherent words. “oh- oh baby, ‘m gonna— fuu—hck-“ he whined, spilling warm and deep inside you.
you were panting into the pillow, still completely out of it with hyunjin still moving slowly inside you, when a warm thumb pressed into your cheek, and when you looked up, changbin was watching you with a little smile. “we knew what those chocolates were, sweetie.”
synopsis: what happens when you accidentally feed aphrodisiacs to two freaks?
cw: accidental “drugging”, porn without plot, threesome, sex drug use, multiple orgasms, blowjobs, unprotected p in v, hookup culture (iguess?)
a/n: im so fucking sorryyyyyyyy!!! comeback i guess???
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nothing was supposed to happen like this. you’d invited them over for something simple, just a late-night hangout. music hummed quietly from your speakers, and empty takeout containers crowded the coffee table between you all. it was the kind of night that was supposed to be easy. the kind of night you always had, just comfortable.
hyunjin, however, had other plans. he’d been at it for almost ten minutes now, talking in circles while everyone else did their thing. his hands moved as he spoke, dramatic and restless, like he couldn’t get the words out fast enough. “baby i’m so serious” he said, dragging a hand through his hair as he turned back toward you. “when i’m home, my brain just doesn’t stop. it’s like i always need something else to focus on” on the couch beside him, jisung let out a quiet snort, half-buried in the corner cushions with his phone in his hand. “you’re literally just describing boredom” he said without looking up. hyunjin shot him a glare, but it didn’t slow him down.
you tried to focus on what he was saying, you really did. nodding along, offering the occasional “mhm” when it felt appropriate. but your attention kept drifting. across the room.
to changbin.
he was sitting in the armchair across from you, elbows resting on his knees, looking far too comfortable for someone who had absolutely no idea what he was doing to your concentration. every now and then he glanced up, catching your gaze for just a second longer than he probably should have. every time it happened, something warm and scary happened low in your stomach.
it wasn’t anything new.
wanting changbin had been quietly sitting in the back of your mind for a while now. easy to ignore when he wasn’t this close, when you weren’t all crammed into your living room with his voice filling the space and his stupid laugh cutting through the music. hyunjin kept talking.
“…and i just don’t want it to feel like i’m using you” he finished finally. you blinked, pulling your attention away from changbin. “hyunjin” you said gently “it’s not like that.” you meant it. but it didn’t stop your eyes from sliding almost automatically back to changbin. hyunjin noticed immediately.
his gaze followed yours across the room, landing squarely on changbin. then he looked back at you. the corner of his mouth lifted slowly. “oh” hyunjin said. a beat passed. then two. you gulped, your throat suddenly dry. “that explains a lot.”
“hyunnie-“ you started, panicked eyes following hyunjins gaze. he interrupted, shaking his head. “no need to explain yourself, baby. we’ll talk about this later”
and that’s all. it was never talked about again.
until today happened.
hyunjin invited changbin over for a gaming session, so it was absolutely necessary that you avoid the living room at all costs. you left some snacks out for them, ran to the store for some beers, and left it at that.
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you stayed in your room longer than you planned. long enough for the gaming noises to turn from loud competitive yelling to quieter chats. you figured they’d finally gotten tired. so you stepped out. the living room lights were still on, the game paused on the screen. two controllers sat abandoned on the coffee table. hyunjin and changbin were both on the couch. except neither of them looked like they were gaming anymore.
hyunjin’s head snapped toward you the second you stepped into the doorway. changbin followed a second later. both of them stared. you frowned immediately. “why are you looking at me like that?” neither answered right away.
hyunjin leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers rubbing his temples like he was trying to focus. “you were in your room?” “yes?” you said carefully“where else would i be?”
changbin exhaled a shaky laugh under his breath and leaned back against the couch, dragging a hand down his face. his hair was messy, cheeks slightly flushed. you were beyond confused. something was definitely not right. hyunjin looked at the coffee table, your eyes followed his.
the empty chocolate box sat there. the one you first didn’t recognize, then the realisation set off an alarm inside you. it was that chocolate. the one your friend had given you as a joke with the stupid label you’d rolled your eyes at.
your stomach dropped.
“…did you guys eat those?” changbin squinted at the box like it had personally offended him. “yeah? they were chocolates” hyunjin groaned softly and tipped his head back against the couch. you covered your face with both hands. “oh my god.” “what?” changbin said immediately. “what?” hyunjin echoed, lifting his head again.
you looked at them, horrified. “those weren’t normal chocolates” silence. changbin blinked. hyunjin stared at you. “what kind of chocolates were they?” changbin asked slowly. you hesitated. hyunjin leaned forward again, eyes narrowing like he already knew he wasn’t going to like the answer. “they were… um.” you gestured vaguely at the empty box. “aphrodisiac chocolates.”
the room went dead quiet. changbin’s eyebrows shot up. hyunjin just stared at you, his eyes wide open. “you’re kidding,” changbin said. “i wish i was.” another long silence.
hyunjin ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply through his nose. “that would explain” he muttered. “explain what?” you asked nervously. changbin shifted on the couch like he couldn’t sit still anymore. “everything” he said.
hyunjin’s gaze lifted back to you. and this time it lingered a bit too long. a shiver ran down your spine, and you were almost distracted enough not to notice who else was looking at you. your skin prickled under their gaze. “okay” you said quickly, backing up a step. “you guys just need water or something. i’m sure it’ll wear off.” neither of them moved. neither of them looked away.
hyunjin swallowed. “you should probably not stand in the doorway. or anywhere near us” he said quietly. “…why?” changbin let out a strained laugh. “because this shit is insane. we ate the whole box!” he said, dragging both hands through his hair. hyunjin’s eyes were still on you. dark. focused. like he was trying very hard to stay calm.
“yeah” he murmured. “and you’re not helping.” you chuckled in disbelief. “oh, yeah, well sorry! didn’t know you guys were stupid enough to eat a whole box of chocolates without reading the fucking label”
changbin let out a long sigh, and turned to look at hyunjin “alright, dude, look. she’s right. you can’t blame her for this.” hyunjin nodded silently. “yeah. sorry baby. come here” he opened his arms, and you didn’t hesitate. your knees bracketed his thighs on the couch within seconds, mouth on his in a soft kiss. well.. soft at first, until his hand found the back of your head, deepening it, the other one sliding from your waist to your ass. your skin was burning everywhere, and you swear you felt like the sexiest you’ve ever felt when you realized that changbin was looking straight at you guys. you gasped into hyunjins mouth, pulling back from the kiss.
your gaze went straight to changbin, and the sight that welcomed you was nothing you would ever have expected to see. his jaw was slack, eyes unfocused, his hand palming the bulge in his jeans like it was the most casual thing ever. when your gaze found his, he let out a low groan. “keep going” he nodded towards you guys. you couldn’t move. not until hyunjins voice brought you back to reality. “see? hyung thinks you’re pretty, baby. keep kissing me, hm?” he smiled. you nodded, and just like that, you were lost.
hyunjins hands gripped desperately at your hips, grinding you down against him. you were already barely able to breathe by the time his fingers dipped under the edge of your shirt, but he stopped there. he turned to changbin, and you did too, following his gaze. his hips twitched up against his hand, which obviously wasn’t enough, but he looked like he felt really good.
hyunjin turned back to you. “you sure you’re okay with this?” you nodded without thinking. his fingers pulled the edge of your shirt up. “then can i take this off?” you did it for him. both of them groaned at the sight, and you could already feel hyunjin leaking and warm under you, so hard it must’ve hurt. you glanced back at changbin, then back at hyunjin. like he could read your thoughts, hyunjin spoke.
“go on baby. wanna see you make hyung feel good. he deserves it too, no?” you can physically feel your thoughts and your feels battling inside you before you gulp it all down, nodding fast and walking over to changbin on the other side of the couch. his gaze follows you so heavily you’re almost scared he’ll eat you alive. you’re hesitant until his right hand reaches to your hips, pulling you down into his lap. his scent envelops you, and you’re gone.
your lips are on his in a blink of an eye, heavier and messier than you’ve ever kissed somebody. if anyone knew how long you’ve been waiting to have your lips on him you’d have some explaining to do. his tongue was everywhere, and before you knew it, your hips were twitching right down against him. the only reason you noticed it was the low moan that buzzed right through you. you smiled into the kiss, moving down his jaw, to his ears and down his neck. you could hear hyunjin moving closer, his own breathing heavy.
“changbinnie. can i suck you off?” his eyes widened so much you almost thought you scared him off. but you didn’t have time to overthink.“fuck yeah. yes you can. jesus” he said so fast it made you giggle.
you didn’t need the green light twice. you crawled off his lap, right between his spread legs on your knees. his eyes followed you like he was afraid you would disappear. your palms squeezed his thighs as you looked up at him. you pressed your lips to his inner thigh, feeling his muscles flex under your touch. you moved higher, slowly but surely, and looked up each time he made a noise.
his hand rested in your hair, watching as your tongue flicked out to wet your lips every once in a while. you were impatient, fingers undoing his sweatpants and pulling on them, leaving his boxers on. you continued to kiss him through the fabric, tongue flat against the wet spot on it. his hips twitched at the feeling, his head falling back with a groan. “oh— oh my god, please” he whispered, but you caught it.
“please what, binnie?” he gulped “please, let me feel you around my cock. wanna feel your lips. been dreaming about them.” hyunjin let out a moan behind you, and you looked back to see his hand stroking his cock slowly, up and down, his lower lip sucked between his teeth. then, he spoke. “show him how messy you get, honey. he’s gonna love it” he breathes.
you turned back to changbin, locking eyes with him once more, waiting for a final approval before taking off his boxers. you gulped when you finally saw him bare, thick and veiny. just like you imagined. your mouth watered at the sight. you leaned closer, inhaling him before sticking your tongue out and licking all the way from the base to the tip. his hips shuddered, a surprised little groan leaving his lips. you stayed there, licking slowly at the tip and watching his reaction. his brows furrowed, mouth forming a silent o when you wrapped your lips around it.
you could hear hyunjins little moans as he watched you, but your focus was entirely on changbin. you were determined to learn what he liked and how you could make him feel good and cum the fastest he ever has.
you relaxed your mouth around him, taking him deeper, saliva already dripping down his shaft. he groaned when you took him deeper, his breathing uneven. “that’s it, baby. take it” he whispered, hips twitching up ever so slightly. you took him deeper, eyes always glancing up at him. your mouth was sloppy around him, so wet that you sounded downright filthy. you started bobbing your head in a slow but steady rhythm, and watched his head fall back with a gasp. “oh—fuck-“ he managed, little groans getting kicked out of his chest with each exhale.
you took it as a sign to keep going just like that, slow but steady, tongue laid flat against the vein at the bottom of his length, dragging up and down with your mouth. “nnuh- don’t stop, i’m right there—“ he almost begged, his grip on your hair tightening. you moaned around him and he chuckled breathlessly, but cut himself off with a low sound when your tongue circled the tip, and his head fell right back against the cushions. you could feel him twitching and you kept the same rhythm “that’s so good- feels so good, i’m so close” he muttered, and your eyes snapped up to watch his face. his eyes locked right onto yours, and within two seconds he was cumming right in your mouth. “o-oh— that’s it— fuuck, oh my fucking- take it all, baby—“ he stammered, hips twitching as you took it all, swallowing him right down without question. he sighed when you stuck your tongue out, turning straight to hyunjin.
“and she swallows?” hyunjin just chuckled. you stood up, knees wobbly and walked back to hyunjin. his lips caught yours instantly, and before you could realize what was happening, he was throwing you around, pressing your chest into the couch. you moaned, arching your back, facing changbin. he looked so lost it made you smile. you could hear the sound of hyunjins belt, then his zipper, and then the feeling of his heavy, warm length pressed against your ass over your shorts.
his thumb pressed on the top of his cock, and he pressed his hips forward, making himself whine. you bit your lips, your own arousal almost unbearable. you pressed your ass back against him, shaking it a little. your eyes were locked on changbin again as hyunjin pulled your shorts down to your thighs, and pushed your underwear to the side. the second his long fingers ran along your soaked folds, your eyes rolled back silently. “oh-“ you gasped, the slick sounds filling the living room. neither of you knew, nor cared, if it was hyunjin spreading the precum over his cock, or your pussy wet and waiting for them. and neither of you cared.
when you felt the blunt tip of his cock finally press against your entrance, an embarrassingly loud moan left your mouth, but they didn’t seem to care. you pressed back automatically, and hyunjin didn’t hesitate. he pressed inside you so slowly it was torture. you gasped, biting down on your fingers to keep you from screaming. “holy shit” hyunjin said under his breath “so fucking tight” he continued, brows furrowed so tight it must’ve hurt. he pressed deeper and deeper until he hit that spot inside you, which he knew how to do insanely well by now, pulled out all the way and slammed back in.
“oh my god—“ you yelled, groaning straight after when he started fucking you with rhythm, hips rolling with experience as the sound of both your moans and the loud squelching filled the room. changbin was completely done, eyes unfocused but somehow still locked onto your face as hyunjin made you come once, then twice until he was twitching inside you, hips slowing. “baby— baby i’m gonna— fucking fill this pretty pussy of yours, want that? huh? you want me to do that?” you nodded, unable to form any coherent words. “oh- oh baby, ‘m gonna— fuu—hck-“ he whined, spilling warm and deep inside you.
you were panting into the pillow, still completely out of it with hyunjin still moving slowly inside you, when a warm thumb pressed into your cheek, and when you looked up, changbin was watching you with a little smile. “we knew what those chocolates were, sweetie.”
synopsis: what happens when you accidentally feed aphrodisiacs to two freaks?
cw: accidental “drugging”, porn without plot, threesome, sex drug use, multiple orgasms, blowjobs, unprotected p in v, hookup culture (iguess?)
a/n: im so fucking sorryyyyyyyy!!! comeback i guess???
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nothing was supposed to happen like this. you’d invited them over for something simple, just a late-night hangout. music hummed quietly from your speakers, and empty takeout containers crowded the coffee table between you all. it was the kind of night that was supposed to be easy. the kind of night you always had, just comfortable.
hyunjin, however, had other plans. he’d been at it for almost ten minutes now, talking in circles while everyone else did their thing. his hands moved as he spoke, dramatic and restless, like he couldn’t get the words out fast enough. “baby i’m so serious” he said, dragging a hand through his hair as he turned back toward you. “when i’m home, my brain just doesn’t stop. it’s like i always need something else to focus on” on the couch beside him, jisung let out a quiet snort, half-buried in the corner cushions with his phone in his hand. “you’re literally just describing boredom” he said without looking up. hyunjin shot him a glare, but it didn’t slow him down.
you tried to focus on what he was saying, you really did. nodding along, offering the occasional “mhm” when it felt appropriate. but your attention kept drifting. across the room.
to changbin.
he was sitting in the armchair across from you, elbows resting on his knees, looking far too comfortable for someone who had absolutely no idea what he was doing to your concentration. every now and then he glanced up, catching your gaze for just a second longer than he probably should have. every time it happened, something warm and scary happened low in your stomach.
it wasn’t anything new.
wanting changbin had been quietly sitting in the back of your mind for a while now. easy to ignore when he wasn’t this close, when you weren’t all crammed into your living room with his voice filling the space and his stupid laugh cutting through the music. hyunjin kept talking.
“…and i just don’t want it to feel like i’m using you” he finished finally. you blinked, pulling your attention away from changbin. “hyunjin” you said gently “it’s not like that.” you meant it. but it didn’t stop your eyes from sliding almost automatically back to changbin. hyunjin noticed immediately.
his gaze followed yours across the room, landing squarely on changbin. then he looked back at you. the corner of his mouth lifted slowly. “oh” hyunjin said. a beat passed. then two. you gulped, your throat suddenly dry. “that explains a lot.”
“hyunnie-“ you started, panicked eyes following hyunjins gaze. he interrupted, shaking his head. “no need to explain yourself, baby. we’ll talk about this later”
and that’s all. it was never talked about again.
until today happened.
hyunjin invited changbin over for a gaming session, so it was absolutely necessary that you avoid the living room at all costs. you left some snacks out for them, ran to the store for some beers, and left it at that.
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you stayed in your room longer than you planned. long enough for the gaming noises to turn from loud competitive yelling to quieter chats. you figured they’d finally gotten tired. so you stepped out. the living room lights were still on, the game paused on the screen. two controllers sat abandoned on the coffee table. hyunjin and changbin were both on the couch. except neither of them looked like they were gaming anymore.
hyunjin’s head snapped toward you the second you stepped into the doorway. changbin followed a second later. both of them stared. you frowned immediately. “why are you looking at me like that?” neither answered right away.
hyunjin leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers rubbing his temples like he was trying to focus. “you were in your room?” “yes?” you said carefully“where else would i be?”
changbin exhaled a shaky laugh under his breath and leaned back against the couch, dragging a hand down his face. his hair was messy, cheeks slightly flushed. you were beyond confused. something was definitely not right. hyunjin looked at the coffee table, your eyes followed his.
the empty chocolate box sat there. the one you first didn’t recognize, then the realisation set off an alarm inside you. it was that chocolate. the one your friend had given you as a joke with the stupid label you’d rolled your eyes at.
your stomach dropped.
“…did you guys eat those?” changbin squinted at the box like it had personally offended him. “yeah? they were chocolates” hyunjin groaned softly and tipped his head back against the couch. you covered your face with both hands. “oh my god.” “what?” changbin said immediately. “what?” hyunjin echoed, lifting his head again.
you looked at them, horrified. “those weren’t normal chocolates” silence. changbin blinked. hyunjin stared at you. “what kind of chocolates were they?” changbin asked slowly. you hesitated. hyunjin leaned forward again, eyes narrowing like he already knew he wasn’t going to like the answer. “they were… um.” you gestured vaguely at the empty box. “aphrodisiac chocolates.”
the room went dead quiet. changbin’s eyebrows shot up. hyunjin just stared at you, his eyes wide open. “you’re kidding,” changbin said. “i wish i was.” another long silence.
hyunjin ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply through his nose. “that would explain” he muttered. “explain what?” you asked nervously. changbin shifted on the couch like he couldn’t sit still anymore. “everything” he said.
hyunjin’s gaze lifted back to you. and this time it lingered a bit too long. a shiver ran down your spine, and you were almost distracted enough not to notice who else was looking at you. your skin prickled under their gaze. “okay” you said quickly, backing up a step. “you guys just need water or something. i’m sure it’ll wear off.” neither of them moved. neither of them looked away.
hyunjin swallowed. “you should probably not stand in the doorway. or anywhere near us” he said quietly. “…why?” changbin let out a strained laugh. “because this shit is insane. we ate the whole box!” he said, dragging both hands through his hair. hyunjin’s eyes were still on you. dark. focused. like he was trying very hard to stay calm.
“yeah” he murmured. “and you’re not helping.” you chuckled in disbelief. “oh, yeah, well sorry! didn’t know you guys were stupid enough to eat a whole box of chocolates without reading the fucking label”
changbin let out a long sigh, and turned to look at hyunjin “alright, dude, look. she’s right. you can’t blame her for this.” hyunjin nodded silently. “yeah. sorry baby. come here” he opened his arms, and you didn’t hesitate. your knees bracketed his thighs on the couch within seconds, mouth on his in a soft kiss. well.. soft at first, until his hand found the back of your head, deepening it, the other one sliding from your waist to your ass. your skin was burning everywhere, and you swear you felt like the sexiest you’ve ever felt when you realized that changbin was looking straight at you guys. you gasped into hyunjins mouth, pulling back from the kiss.
your gaze went straight to changbin, and the sight that welcomed you was nothing you would ever have expected to see. his jaw was slack, eyes unfocused, his hand palming the bulge in his jeans like it was the most casual thing ever. when your gaze found his, he let out a low groan. “keep going” he nodded towards you guys. you couldn’t move. not until hyunjins voice brought you back to reality. “see? hyung thinks you’re pretty, baby. keep kissing me, hm?” he smiled. you nodded, and just like that, you were lost.
hyunjins hands gripped desperately at your hips, grinding you down against him. you were already barely able to breathe by the time his fingers dipped under the edge of your shirt, but he stopped there. he turned to changbin, and you did too, following his gaze. his hips twitched up against his hand, which obviously wasn’t enough, but he looked like he felt really good.
hyunjin turned back to you. “you sure you’re okay with this?” you nodded without thinking. his fingers pulled the edge of your shirt up. “then can i take this off?” you did it for him. both of them groaned at the sight, and you could already feel hyunjin leaking and warm under you, so hard it must’ve hurt. you glanced back at changbin, then back at hyunjin. like he could read your thoughts, hyunjin spoke.
“go on baby. wanna see you make hyung feel good. he deserves it too, no?” you can physically feel your thoughts and your feels battling inside you before you gulp it all down, nodding fast and walking over to changbin on the other side of the couch. his gaze follows you so heavily you’re almost scared he’ll eat you alive. you’re hesitant until his right hand reaches to your hips, pulling you down into his lap. his scent envelops you, and you’re gone.
your lips are on his in a blink of an eye, heavier and messier than you’ve ever kissed somebody. if anyone knew how long you’ve been waiting to have your lips on him you’d have some explaining to do. his tongue was everywhere, and before you knew it, your hips were twitching right down against him. the only reason you noticed it was the low moan that buzzed right through you. you smiled into the kiss, moving down his jaw, to his ears and down his neck. you could hear hyunjin moving closer, his own breathing heavy.
“changbinnie. can i suck you off?” his eyes widened so much you almost thought you scared him off. but you didn’t have time to overthink.“fuck yeah. yes you can. jesus” he said so fast it made you giggle.
you didn’t need the green light twice. you crawled off his lap, right between his spread legs on your knees. his eyes followed you like he was afraid you would disappear. your palms squeezed his thighs as you looked up at him. you pressed your lips to his inner thigh, feeling his muscles flex under your touch. you moved higher, slowly but surely, and looked up each time he made a noise.
his hand rested in your hair, watching as your tongue flicked out to wet your lips every once in a while. you were impatient, fingers undoing his sweatpants and pulling on them, leaving his boxers on. you continued to kiss him through the fabric, tongue flat against the wet spot on it. his hips twitched at the feeling, his head falling back with a groan. “oh— oh my god, please” he whispered, but you caught it.
“please what, binnie?” he gulped “please, let me feel you around my cock. wanna feel your lips. been dreaming about them.” hyunjin let out a moan behind you, and you looked back to see his hand stroking his cock slowly, up and down, his lower lip sucked between his teeth. then, he spoke. “show him how messy you get, honey. he’s gonna love it” he breathes.
you turned back to changbin, locking eyes with him once more, waiting for a final approval before taking off his boxers. you gulped when you finally saw him bare, thick and veiny. just like you imagined. your mouth watered at the sight. you leaned closer, inhaling him before sticking your tongue out and licking all the way from the base to the tip. his hips shuddered, a surprised little groan leaving his lips. you stayed there, licking slowly at the tip and watching his reaction. his brows furrowed, mouth forming a silent o when you wrapped your lips around it.
you could hear hyunjins little moans as he watched you, but your focus was entirely on changbin. you were determined to learn what he liked and how you could make him feel good and cum the fastest he ever has.
you relaxed your mouth around him, taking him deeper, saliva already dripping down his shaft. he groaned when you took him deeper, his breathing uneven. “that’s it, baby. take it” he whispered, hips twitching up ever so slightly. you took him deeper, eyes always glancing up at him. your mouth was sloppy around him, so wet that you sounded downright filthy. you started bobbing your head in a slow but steady rhythm, and watched his head fall back with a gasp. “oh—fuck-“ he managed, little groans getting kicked out of his chest with each exhale.
you took it as a sign to keep going just like that, slow but steady, tongue laid flat against the vein at the bottom of his length, dragging up and down with your mouth. “nnuh- don’t stop, i’m right there—“ he almost begged, his grip on your hair tightening. you moaned around him and he chuckled breathlessly, but cut himself off with a low sound when your tongue circled the tip, and his head fell right back against the cushions. you could feel him twitching and you kept the same rhythm “that’s so good- feels so good, i’m so close” he muttered, and your eyes snapped up to watch his face. his eyes locked right onto yours, and within two seconds he was cumming right in your mouth. “o-oh— that’s it— fuuck, oh my fucking- take it all, baby—“ he stammered, hips twitching as you took it all, swallowing him right down without question. he sighed when you stuck your tongue out, turning straight to hyunjin.
“and she swallows?” hyunjin just chuckled. you stood up, knees wobbly and walked back to hyunjin. his lips caught yours instantly, and before you could realize what was happening, he was throwing you around, pressing your chest into the couch. you moaned, arching your back, facing changbin. he looked so lost it made you smile. you could hear the sound of hyunjins belt, then his zipper, and then the feeling of his heavy, warm length pressed against your ass over your shorts.
his thumb pressed on the top of his cock, and he pressed his hips forward, making himself whine. you bit your lips, your own arousal almost unbearable. you pressed your ass back against him, shaking it a little. your eyes were locked on changbin again as hyunjin pulled your shorts down to your thighs, and pushed your underwear to the side. the second his long fingers ran along your soaked folds, your eyes rolled back silently. “oh-“ you gasped, the slick sounds filling the living room. neither of you knew, nor cared, if it was hyunjin spreading the precum over his cock, or your pussy wet and waiting for them. and neither of you cared.
when you felt the blunt tip of his cock finally press against your entrance, an embarrassingly loud moan left your mouth, but they didn’t seem to care. you pressed back automatically, and hyunjin didn’t hesitate. he pressed inside you so slowly it was torture. you gasped, biting down on your fingers to keep you from screaming. “holy shit” hyunjin said under his breath “so fucking tight” he continued, brows furrowed so tight it must’ve hurt. he pressed deeper and deeper until he hit that spot inside you, which he knew how to do insanely well by now, pulled out all the way and slammed back in.
“oh my god—“ you yelled, groaning straight after when he started fucking you with rhythm, hips rolling with experience as the sound of both your moans and the loud squelching filled the room. changbin was completely done, eyes unfocused but somehow still locked onto your face as hyunjin made you come once, then twice until he was twitching inside you, hips slowing. “baby— baby i’m gonna— fucking fill this pretty pussy of yours, want that? huh? you want me to do that?” you nodded, unable to form any coherent words. “oh- oh baby, ‘m gonna— fuu—hck-“ he whined, spilling warm and deep inside you.
you were panting into the pillow, still completely out of it with hyunjin still moving slowly inside you, when a warm thumb pressed into your cheek, and when you looked up, changbin was watching you with a little smile. “we knew what those chocolates were, sweetie.”
synopsis: what happens when you accidentally feed aphrodisiacs to two freaks?
cw: accidental “drugging”, porn without plot, threesome, sex drug use, multiple orgasms, blowjobs, unprotected p in v, hookup culture (iguess?)
a/n: im so fucking sorryyyyyyyy!!! comeback i guess???
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nothing was supposed to happen like this. you’d invited them over for something simple, just a late-night hangout. music hummed quietly from your speakers, and empty takeout containers crowded the coffee table between you all. it was the kind of night that was supposed to be easy. the kind of night you always had, just comfortable.
hyunjin, however, had other plans. he’d been at it for almost ten minutes now, talking in circles while everyone else did their thing. his hands moved as he spoke, dramatic and restless, like he couldn’t get the words out fast enough. “baby i’m so serious” he said, dragging a hand through his hair as he turned back toward you. “when i’m home, my brain just doesn’t stop. it’s like i always need something else to focus on” on the couch beside him, jisung let out a quiet snort, half-buried in the corner cushions with his phone in his hand. “you’re literally just describing boredom” he said without looking up. hyunjin shot him a glare, but it didn’t slow him down.
you tried to focus on what he was saying, you really did. nodding along, offering the occasional “mhm” when it felt appropriate. but your attention kept drifting. across the room.
to changbin.
he was sitting in the armchair across from you, elbows resting on his knees, looking far too comfortable for someone who had absolutely no idea what he was doing to your concentration. every now and then he glanced up, catching your gaze for just a second longer than he probably should have. every time it happened, something warm and scary happened low in your stomach.
it wasn’t anything new.
wanting changbin had been quietly sitting in the back of your mind for a while now. easy to ignore when he wasn’t this close, when you weren’t all crammed into your living room with his voice filling the space and his stupid laugh cutting through the music. hyunjin kept talking.
“…and i just don’t want it to feel like i’m using you” he finished finally. you blinked, pulling your attention away from changbin. “hyunjin” you said gently “it’s not like that.” you meant it. but it didn’t stop your eyes from sliding almost automatically back to changbin. hyunjin noticed immediately.
his gaze followed yours across the room, landing squarely on changbin. then he looked back at you. the corner of his mouth lifted slowly. “oh” hyunjin said. a beat passed. then two. you gulped, your throat suddenly dry. “that explains a lot.”
“hyunnie-“ you started, panicked eyes following hyunjins gaze. he interrupted, shaking his head. “no need to explain yourself, baby. we’ll talk about this later”
and that’s all. it was never talked about again.
until today happened.
hyunjin invited changbin over for a gaming session, so it was absolutely necessary that you avoid the living room at all costs. you left some snacks out for them, ran to the store for some beers, and left it at that.
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you stayed in your room longer than you planned. long enough for the gaming noises to turn from loud competitive yelling to quieter chats. you figured they’d finally gotten tired. so you stepped out. the living room lights were still on, the game paused on the screen. two controllers sat abandoned on the coffee table. hyunjin and changbin were both on the couch. except neither of them looked like they were gaming anymore.
hyunjin’s head snapped toward you the second you stepped into the doorway. changbin followed a second later. both of them stared. you frowned immediately. “why are you looking at me like that?” neither answered right away.
hyunjin leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers rubbing his temples like he was trying to focus. “you were in your room?” “yes?” you said carefully“where else would i be?”
changbin exhaled a shaky laugh under his breath and leaned back against the couch, dragging a hand down his face. his hair was messy, cheeks slightly flushed. you were beyond confused. something was definitely not right. hyunjin looked at the coffee table, your eyes followed his.
the empty chocolate box sat there. the one you first didn’t recognize, then the realisation set off an alarm inside you. it was that chocolate. the one your friend had given you as a joke with the stupid label you’d rolled your eyes at.
your stomach dropped.
“…did you guys eat those?” changbin squinted at the box like it had personally offended him. “yeah? they were chocolates” hyunjin groaned softly and tipped his head back against the couch. you covered your face with both hands. “oh my god.” “what?” changbin said immediately. “what?” hyunjin echoed, lifting his head again.
you looked at them, horrified. “those weren’t normal chocolates” silence. changbin blinked. hyunjin stared at you. “what kind of chocolates were they?” changbin asked slowly. you hesitated. hyunjin leaned forward again, eyes narrowing like he already knew he wasn’t going to like the answer. “they were… um.” you gestured vaguely at the empty box. “aphrodisiac chocolates.”
the room went dead quiet. changbin’s eyebrows shot up. hyunjin just stared at you, his eyes wide open. “you’re kidding,” changbin said. “i wish i was.” another long silence.
hyunjin ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply through his nose. “that would explain” he muttered. “explain what?” you asked nervously. changbin shifted on the couch like he couldn’t sit still anymore. “everything” he said.
hyunjin’s gaze lifted back to you. and this time it lingered a bit too long. a shiver ran down your spine, and you were almost distracted enough not to notice who else was looking at you. your skin prickled under their gaze. “okay” you said quickly, backing up a step. “you guys just need water or something. i’m sure it’ll wear off.” neither of them moved. neither of them looked away.
hyunjin swallowed. “you should probably not stand in the doorway. or anywhere near us” he said quietly. “…why?” changbin let out a strained laugh. “because this shit is insane. we ate the whole box!” he said, dragging both hands through his hair. hyunjin’s eyes were still on you. dark. focused. like he was trying very hard to stay calm.
“yeah” he murmured. “and you’re not helping.” you chuckled in disbelief. “oh, yeah, well sorry! didn’t know you guys were stupid enough to eat a whole box of chocolates without reading the fucking label”
changbin let out a long sigh, and turned to look at hyunjin “alright, dude, look. she’s right. you can’t blame her for this.” hyunjin nodded silently. “yeah. sorry baby. come here” he opened his arms, and you didn’t hesitate. your knees bracketed his thighs on the couch within seconds, mouth on his in a soft kiss. well.. soft at first, until his hand found the back of your head, deepening it, the other one sliding from your waist to your ass. your skin was burning everywhere, and you swear you felt like the sexiest you’ve ever felt when you realized that changbin was looking straight at you guys. you gasped into hyunjins mouth, pulling back from the kiss.
your gaze went straight to changbin, and the sight that welcomed you was nothing you would ever have expected to see. his jaw was slack, eyes unfocused, his hand palming the bulge in his jeans like it was the most casual thing ever. when your gaze found his, he let out a low groan. “keep going” he nodded towards you guys. you couldn’t move. not until hyunjins voice brought you back to reality. “see? hyung thinks you’re pretty, baby. keep kissing me, hm?” he smiled. you nodded, and just like that, you were lost.
hyunjins hands gripped desperately at your hips, grinding you down against him. you were already barely able to breathe by the time his fingers dipped under the edge of your shirt, but he stopped there. he turned to changbin, and you did too, following his gaze. his hips twitched up against his hand, which obviously wasn’t enough, but he looked like he felt really good.
hyunjin turned back to you. “you sure you’re okay with this?” you nodded without thinking. his fingers pulled the edge of your shirt up. “then can i take this off?” you did it for him. both of them groaned at the sight, and you could already feel hyunjin leaking and warm under you, so hard it must’ve hurt. you glanced back at changbin, then back at hyunjin. like he could read your thoughts, hyunjin spoke.
“go on baby. wanna see you make hyung feel good. he deserves it too, no?” you can physically feel your thoughts and your feels battling inside you before you gulp it all down, nodding fast and walking over to changbin on the other side of the couch. his gaze follows you so heavily you’re almost scared he’ll eat you alive. you’re hesitant until his right hand reaches to your hips, pulling you down into his lap. his scent envelops you, and you’re gone.
your lips are on his in a blink of an eye, heavier and messier than you’ve ever kissed somebody. if anyone knew how long you’ve been waiting to have your lips on him you’d have some explaining to do. his tongue was everywhere, and before you knew it, your hips were twitching right down against him. the only reason you noticed it was the low moan that buzzed right through you. you smiled into the kiss, moving down his jaw, to his ears and down his neck. you could hear hyunjin moving closer, his own breathing heavy.
“changbinnie. can i suck you off?” his eyes widened so much you almost thought you scared him off. but you didn’t have time to overthink.“fuck yeah. yes you can. jesus” he said so fast it made you giggle.
you didn’t need the green light twice. you crawled off his lap, right between his spread legs on your knees. his eyes followed you like he was afraid you would disappear. your palms squeezed his thighs as you looked up at him. you pressed your lips to his inner thigh, feeling his muscles flex under your touch. you moved higher, slowly but surely, and looked up each time he made a noise.
his hand rested in your hair, watching as your tongue flicked out to wet your lips every once in a while. you were impatient, fingers undoing his sweatpants and pulling on them, leaving his boxers on. you continued to kiss him through the fabric, tongue flat against the wet spot on it. his hips twitched at the feeling, his head falling back with a groan. “oh— oh my god, please” he whispered, but you caught it.
“please what, binnie?” he gulped “please, let me feel you around my cock. wanna feel your lips. been dreaming about them.” hyunjin let out a moan behind you, and you looked back to see his hand stroking his cock slowly, up and down, his lower lip sucked between his teeth. then, he spoke. “show him how messy you get, honey. he’s gonna love it” he breathes.
you turned back to changbin, locking eyes with him once more, waiting for a final approval before taking off his boxers. you gulped when you finally saw him bare, thick and veiny. just like you imagined. your mouth watered at the sight. you leaned closer, inhaling him before sticking your tongue out and licking all the way from the base to the tip. his hips shuddered, a surprised little groan leaving his lips. you stayed there, licking slowly at the tip and watching his reaction. his brows furrowed, mouth forming a silent o when you wrapped your lips around it.
you could hear hyunjins little moans as he watched you, but your focus was entirely on changbin. you were determined to learn what he liked and how you could make him feel good and cum the fastest he ever has.
you relaxed your mouth around him, taking him deeper, saliva already dripping down his shaft. he groaned when you took him deeper, his breathing uneven. “that’s it, baby. take it” he whispered, hips twitching up ever so slightly. you took him deeper, eyes always glancing up at him. your mouth was sloppy around him, so wet that you sounded downright filthy. you started bobbing your head in a slow but steady rhythm, and watched his head fall back with a gasp. “oh—fuck-“ he managed, little groans getting kicked out of his chest with each exhale.
you took it as a sign to keep going just like that, slow but steady, tongue laid flat against the vein at the bottom of his length, dragging up and down with your mouth. “nnuh- don’t stop, i’m right there—“ he almost begged, his grip on your hair tightening. you moaned around him and he chuckled breathlessly, but cut himself off with a low sound when your tongue circled the tip, and his head fell right back against the cushions. you could feel him twitching and you kept the same rhythm “that’s so good- feels so good, i’m so close” he muttered, and your eyes snapped up to watch his face. his eyes locked right onto yours, and within two seconds he was cumming right in your mouth. “o-oh— that’s it— fuuck, oh my fucking- take it all, baby—“ he stammered, hips twitching as you took it all, swallowing him right down without question. he sighed when you stuck your tongue out, turning straight to hyunjin.
“and she swallows?” hyunjin just chuckled. you stood up, knees wobbly and walked back to hyunjin. his lips caught yours instantly, and before you could realize what was happening, he was throwing you around, pressing your chest into the couch. you moaned, arching your back, facing changbin. he looked so lost it made you smile. you could hear the sound of hyunjins belt, then his zipper, and then the feeling of his heavy, warm length pressed against your ass over your shorts.
his thumb pressed on the top of his cock, and he pressed his hips forward, making himself whine. you bit your lips, your own arousal almost unbearable. you pressed your ass back against him, shaking it a little. your eyes were locked on changbin again as hyunjin pulled your shorts down to your thighs, and pushed your underwear to the side. the second his long fingers ran along your soaked folds, your eyes rolled back silently. “oh-“ you gasped, the slick sounds filling the living room. neither of you knew, nor cared, if it was hyunjin spreading the precum over his cock, or your pussy wet and waiting for them. and neither of you cared.
when you felt the blunt tip of his cock finally press against your entrance, an embarrassingly loud moan left your mouth, but they didn’t seem to care. you pressed back automatically, and hyunjin didn’t hesitate. he pressed inside you so slowly it was torture. you gasped, biting down on your fingers to keep you from screaming. “holy shit” hyunjin said under his breath “so fucking tight” he continued, brows furrowed so tight it must’ve hurt. he pressed deeper and deeper until he hit that spot inside you, which he knew how to do insanely well by now, pulled out all the way and slammed back in.
“oh my god—“ you yelled, groaning straight after when he started fucking you with rhythm, hips rolling with experience as the sound of both your moans and the loud squelching filled the room. changbin was completely done, eyes unfocused but somehow still locked onto your face as hyunjin made you come once, then twice until he was twitching inside you, hips slowing. “baby— baby i’m gonna— fucking fill this pretty pussy of yours, want that? huh? you want me to do that?” you nodded, unable to form any coherent words. “oh- oh baby, ‘m gonna— fuu—hck-“ he whined, spilling warm and deep inside you.
you were panting into the pillow, still completely out of it with hyunjin still moving slowly inside you, when a warm thumb pressed into your cheek, and when you looked up, changbin was watching you with a little smile. “we knew what those chocolates were, sweetie.”
cw: minsung are losers, makeout, mature under the cut, sexual content, handjob, blowjob, but nothing more
preview: Jisung isn’t the only one who has his inner struggles. We finally get to see how Minho thinks. Things will also be a lot faster from now on.
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Jisung wasn’t completely lying to Chan when he said things are okay with Minho again. Things are good. They talk, they fight, they always make up, and they hang out often, and not just when it’s necessary. They’ve gone back to ignoring the weird feeling they both get when the conversation turns too intimate.
Jisung has always avoided answering Minho’s questions about his love life, and he’s gotten used to his silence, so he doesn’t ask as much anymore. He doesn’t really want to know, he tells himself, but since they consider each other best friends, they should be able to talk about that.. right?
Minho thinks he might be too curious. Curious about that side of Jisung, to know what he’s like when he’s in love, to see him flustered because someone compliments him. He gets compliments from everyone, but Jisung never blushed, never, except for when it’s Minho. They joke around, they do, really. But it’s never a joke to Minho.
He meant it, every word, especially what he said when they made up. When they almost talked about feelings. He thinks Jisung might not be ready to talk about it. Well good, because Minho is not in the mood to talk.
Jisung is sitting next to Minho on their big couch. He’s drooling, his head continuously tipping onto Minho’s shoulder before jerking back up.
Earlier, Jisung had been brave. Too brave, if you ask Minho. The way he kept looking, watching, touching. The way he’d been joking about wanting to “netflix and chill” with Minho, like it’s the funniest thing in the world. But he doesn’t think it’s funny. He panicked. Maybe laughed a little too hard, a little too fake to be casual.
And now, he didn’t care anymore. He’s watching, the way Jisungs soft lips form a pout when Minho tells him there’s only ten minutes left, that he needs to see the ending.
And still, Minho can’t stop thinking about touching him. Just a little, he thinks. Maybe he could take Jisungs hand, guide it where he needed it most. Maybe he wouldn’t even notice in his state. He shakes his head, rubbing his eyes as if it could erase his thoughts.
Jisung didn’t care either. He was trying, really trying, just to stay awake for a bit longer, but it wasn’t going to happen. He let out a dramatic sigh, his voice deeper and heavier than usual “Hyung. Let’s sleep. We’ll watch the ending tomorrow” Minho almost cried. He wanted the movie to be neverending.
“Oh, god, you’re such a baby, Jisung” he tries to joke. But the way his thighs clenched when Jisung looked up at him betrayed everything.
He prays. Prays that Jisung won’t notice how stiff his body is, how tightly he’s holding himself back. From telling him to stay. Telling him to touch him. Begging him to just lay him down and love him. But it was late. Too late, and Minho didn’t want this to be their first time. Even if the need felt much stronger than his control.
But as Jisung starts getting up, Minho forces his eyes on the screen, trying to act like the credits look much more interesting. Jisung doesn’t leave like Minho expects him to. Instead, he sits back back down, and Minho thinks maybe he’s just too sleepy to leave yet, that maybe he just wanted to point out that Minho had a smudge on his face. But of course not. Of course Jisung noticed that something was up, even when he was half asleep.
He looked unsure if he should say something, but Minho knew he would. He’d never been lucky enough for Jisung to just let it go. “Minho-hyung? You okay?” that seems like enough to slap Minho straight out of his thoughts “What’s wrong?” Jisung doesn’t look concerned. He looks sleepy and guilty. Like he was the one who did something wrong.
“Nothings wrong, Jisungie. Why?” He tries to say, smiling slightly. “Bullshit. You can’t even look at me, did i do something?” “No, Jisung. You didn’t do anything. You can go sleep, I’ll stay here for a bit” Minho sits up, gulping. But Jisung doesn’t let up. He places a hand straight onto Minhos chest, right above his heart. Minho chokes on a breath, his eyes blown wide.
“What are you doing?” Jisung’s hand stays there, rooted. Minho feels his touch burning through his shirt. Jisung blinks up at him through his lashes, still droopy. “Your heart’s beating so fast.. Like.. I can literally see your pulse” Minho squeezes his eyes shut, willing his breathing, his pulse to just calm down, willing himself not to shatter under a simple touch.
But the feel of his hand, the closeness, the sleepiness in his voice, it’s too much. He knows he’s done for. He wants to say something, anything, but the words just don’t come. Instead, he just sits there, rigid and silent.
“Don’t do that” Jisung says quietly, and he almost doesn’t catch it. Minho swallows hard, guilt catching up to him. “Do what?” “Pretend. You always do this. Don’t act like i can’t tell when something is up. I can always tell.” Minho feels his heart actually skip a beat. He thinks he might die if he has to go another second without having his lips on Jisungs pretty neck.
He stares. Jisung doesn’t seem to notice. “I just- It’s- it’s not something i can say. At least not to you” Jisung frowns at that. Confusion, and something else. He looks offended now. “What do you mean? You can tell me, am I not your best friend?” Minho hears those two words, and suddenly, he doesn’t care anymore. Not about the consequences, not about how Jisung feels right now, not about how late it is, how hurried, how sudden. He just does it.
“Ican’tfuckingdothis” He whispers, his head hanging low. “Hyung.. what is it? Please.” Minho feels his hand digging into the edge of the couch. He can’t say it. He can’t not say it. Can’t not do it. “I can’t do it. I can’t look at you. If i do.. I won’t respect you the way you deserve” Jisung chuckles, he doesn’t understand.
“What do you mean? You won’t respect me, what does that mean, Minho?” Minho looks up, at Jisungs knee bouncing up and down. “I can’t do that to you. I can’t lose control. Not now” He shakes his head again. Oh. Oh. The room falls dead silent, and Minho doesn’t realize Jisung finally put the pieces together until a warm hand is placed on his knee, and he hears a quiet “Hyung”.
Minho finally meets his gaze. He regrets it. Regrets it like nothing before, but now he can’t stop looking. His mouth falls open slightly, head shaking side to side as if he still wants to deny it. Then, quietly, barely a breath, Minho mutters: “Please..” Jisung doesn’t know what to do.
He gulps, watching the way Minhos chest rises and falls abnormally. He’s panicking. He’s spiralling. Neither of them process it when, or how, but what they do notice is how close they’ve gotten. Their thighs are brushing together, Jisungs hand his still on Minhos knee. They’re looking at each other and Minho doesn’t move. Except for how hard he’s breathing.
It snaps when Jisung tightens his grip on Minho’s leg, and from then on, no movement of theirs is gentle. Minho is on him within seconds, hands at his waist, his face as he pulls him into his lap. Jisung panics, but doesn’t hesitate to kiss back.
It’s almost immediately more than just kissing, hands grabbing at anything they can reach, teeth catching Jisungs bottom lip, hand sliding under Minhos shirt. He grinds down, barely, but Minho feels it. He presses a hand on Jisungs hip, strong and sure, to keep him from moving.
Jisung whimpers, “Please, it’s.. it hurts, hyung” Minho doesn’t feel cocky, nor confident, so he just starts kissing him again. He’s so out of it, so lost in the feeling that he almost doesn’t notice Jisungs hand trailing down his chest slowly.
He catches it, and Jisung pulls back just to look at him. “Too much?” he asks, breathless. Minho fails to answer in words. He places his hand on the back of Jisungs neck, pulling him back down, other hand guiding Jisungs wandering hand lower, faster. He stops at his belt, letting Jisung decide what he wants.
Not a second passes before Jisung is working the belt open, hand greedy as his kisses turn more sloppy. “Okay? Is this okay?” He asks, hurried, even if they have all the time in the world. “Yeah, it’s okay, I’m just- oh my god” Minho cuts himself off with a gasp as Jisung palms him over his jeans. Jisung gasps right after. “Oh- holy shit, you’re so hard, Min”
Minhos head hits the couch quietly, his breathing concerningly uneven now. He thinks about warning Jisung, telling him that he will lose his mind, but no words come out, other than breathless groans.
Jisung stares, like it’s holy, the way Minhos cock visibly twitches every time Jisungs palm trails back to the tip. He’s sure he’s leaking, so hard it’s probably painful, so big it would fit in his mouth perfectly.
“Jisung” Minho says lowly, and Jisungs eyes snap up to him like he’d been caught red-handed. “Is something wrong?” He asks, and Jisung almost nods. Everything is wrong. Everything will be wrong if they continue. If he says no. If he tells Minho everything is fine.
“No, I’m just.. can I- can I take it off? Please?” Jisung almost whispers, and Minho sees hearts when he hears Jisung ask so nicely. “Yeah.. take it off” Minho nods, his voice low. Jisung scoots so that he can help Minho take the annoying layer of fabric off.
It’s a bit akward at first, because Jisung doesn’t really know what to do with his hands. Minho helps him, grabbing his waist gently and settling Jisung right back into his lap. Jisung shudders, his breath shaky as his hand palms Minho over the thin cotton of his boxers. Minho lets out a sound, somewhere between a moan and a whimper, his hand flying back to Jisungs waist. “Jagiya.. it’s.. please” he says quietly, useless, because Jisungs eyes are glued to the wet patch over the tip of Minhos cock.
Without warning, he lowers himself to face level with it, sticking his tongue out as he tongues at the patch, moaning at the taste. Minhos entire body freezes, his hand flying to Jisungs hair. He continues, now wetting the fabric even more. “Sungie- god, please”
Jisung groans “Hyung, you taste so good”, but before Minho can even struggle to get the words out, Jisung is already pulling his underwear down, gasping when Minhos hard, leaky cock comes into view. He whimpers, and Minho gasps as the cold air hits his angry length.
“Can’t believe we’ve never done this before” Jisung says before wrapping a hand around the base, and sinking to his knees infront of the couch, between Minhos legs. Minho can’t speak. Can’t breathe. Can’t look at Jisung sitting pretty on his ankles, with Minhos cock in his pretty hands. If he looks, he will cum. Right then and there.
So he closes his eyes. But nothing prepares him for when Jisung confidently licks at his tip, licking up all the precum and moaning at the taste. “Oh- ffffuck-“ Minho gasps, groaning straight after, his hands flying to Jisungs hair. His eyes snap open on their own, locked onto Jisungs pretty pink tongue licking at his angry tip.
“Oh my god, take it, please, take it in your mouth“ he begs sweetly, hips lifting off the couch as Jisungs pretty lips suck in the tip. “Jisung- Jisung, Jisungie, I’m close- don’t stop, shiiit-” Jisung doesn’t have to do much before he has Minho’s cock twitching angrily in his mouth, not even halfway in before he’s filling up his mouth with his sweet cum.
Jisung swallows greedily, but doesn’t stop immediately. He licks, strokes, and sucks until Minho is whimpering, begging him to stop. Minho pulls Jisung right back into his lap, kissing him greedily. Jisung moans, hips shuddering above Minho, his cock still straining against his sweatpants. Minho notices, of course he does.
“Do you wanna cum, baby?” he asks sweetly, and Jisung nods so fast it makes him dizzy. Minho doesn’t tease, at least not right now, not in Jisungs current state. He’s already pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock, already guiding Minhos hand to it, and Minho would chuckle, if he had the right to, maybe if his already twitching cock wasnt laying bare in front of both of them.
Jisung isn’t quiet about how good Minhos hands feel on him. He doesn’t need to overdo it either. “Yeah- yeah, hyung, please, you’re so pretty, please” He chokes, breath catching, eyes rolling back. He’s a sight like this, above Minho, chest heaving, cock leaky in his palm. “Gonna cum, pull- pull it up, god-“ He doesn’t need to ask what Jisung means, by the time he’s fucking Minho’s hand, hips shuddering as he whimpers, more high pitched by the second, Minho already has his shirt pulled up, revealing his stomach.
Jisungs eyes roll back at the sight, and it takes only a few seconds before he’s cumming everywhere “that’s it- fuuck- that-“ he chokes, fucking Minho’s fist as he cums on his stomach and his hand. It’s nasty, but so sexy, and Jisung swears he could cum like this for the rest of his life and he would never get bored.
They’re quiet afterwards. Not akward, just tired, and knowing as they clean up. Things went well only because everyone was out tonight. If the members were home, Minho would have found out the hard way, how loud Jisung gets. Not that he minds.
Jisungs mind wanders too, but Minho notices. “Let’s rest. It’s late. We’ll talk tomorrow okay? I promise” Jisung nods. He believes him.
A.N.: GUYSSSSSS we didn’t get to 40 notes on chapter 2;( but i believe we can get it on this one?? i had this cooking up for like a month i apologise
— you were supposed to be his muse. turns out you were his obsession.
pairing: manga artist!hyunjin x f!reader, roommates to lovers ? genre/tags: college au, smut, mentions of masturbation, soft dom!hyunjin, fingering, some degradation/praise kink, orgasm control, unprotected s*x, creampie words: 4.8k (this was supposed to be shorter idk what happened lmaoo)
[ note. ] — uhhh surprise, i’m back….? (we’ll see how long this’ll last) but i’ve had this idea in my brain for a while now and i js finished it so i’m hoping you guys enjoy this one ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
you don’t even remember how you ended up roommates with hyunjin. maybe someone dropped the ball in housing. it’s possible your brain skipped over the part of the application that said co-ed artist dorms only. or it could just be the universe decided you were getting a little too comfortable with life and needed to be humbled, violently.
either way, it’s been six months.
and at this point, hyunjin’s presence is as constant and familiar as the hum of your desk fan. always there, in the background— sketching, scribbling, perpetually shirtless, sprawled out like a tragic oil painting across your shared living room floor in a sea of crumpled paper, tangled wires, pastel smudges, and broken pencil tips. graphite dust clings to his fingers, to his cheekbones, to the cuffs of his sweats like he’s more sketch than human.
he mumbles under his breath about deadlines and “noodle anatomy,” so softly you almost think you imagined it. at other times, he just stares at the ceiling, unmoving, as if some divine inspiration might drip down from the drywall. and every now and then, he groans so dramatically it sounds like he’s dying, only for you to find out he’s just trying to draw a bent knee.
he’s quiet. not shy, and not in a way that makes you feel obligated to fill the silence. just… contained. coiled. the kind of quiet that holds weight— his thoughts are vivid and volatile, too loud to voice, so he seals them between the pages of his sketchbooks. it’s safer that way. nothing escapes. nothing catches fire.
you’ve never seen him bring anyone home.
not once. not even after those late-night figure drawing classes, or the weekend studio exhibitions where people tend to get a little too wine drunk and giggly. you’ve never heard him talk about crushes or hookups or even eye someone on the quad. never even caught him flirting. he barely acknowledges strangers in passing, doesn’t register compliments from the girls who sometimes stop to peek through the dorm windows and whisper about “that one hot art guy.”
he doesn’t go out much either, never really parties, barely shows up to campus events, and treats grocery runs like hostile field missions. most of the time, he’s holed up in his room with the door cracked open, back hunched over his tablet or sketchpad, headphones in, eyes glazed over with focus.
there are moments he doesn’t respond when you speak. you’ll knock, pass his room more than once, and the only hint he’s still breathing is the dim glow of his monitor. you pause, staring in, wondering— not for the first time— how long he’s been cooped up in there. whether he’s eaten. whether he’s slept. whether he’s working on something normal, or… something else entirely.
because you know what he draws.
he told you. casually. one night, when you were both cross-legged on the floor, splitting leftover takeout and surrounded by plastic chopsticks and empty bubble tea cups. you asked what his senior portfolio theme was, expecting something pretentious, or maybe poetic.
“manga,” he said, chewing absently.
“oh, cool,” you replied. “what genre?”
“ecchi.”
you raise a brow, confused. “…what’s that?”
he looked up slowly, eyes wide, expression borderline unreadable. “tasteful porn.”
you immediately choked on your noodles.
and that was that.
you never brought it up again. but the image of him calmly saying “tasteful porn” with the straightest face lives in your head rent free. still makes your ears burn if you think about it too long.
what’s worse is that you shouldn’t even be surprised.
but you were. maybe because hyunjin doesn’t quite fit the mold of some guy who spends most his nights hunched over his tablet, painstakingly rendering the way sheer fabric sticks to flushed skin. the way lips part, the way spines arch. he’s too pretty, ethereal even— too clean to be that filthy in private. soft jawline, delicate wrists, lips always stained pink from strawberry pocky. he uses cherry blossom shampoo. wears fuzzy socks. once, you caught him microwaving hot chocolate at two in the morning while humming the sailor moon theme song under his breath.
by all logic, he should be drowning in girls. flirty art majors, clumsy lit students, curious econ girls who like the idea of a mysterious artist boyfriend. he should have people throwing themselves at him, sliding into his dms, leaving their numbers on napkins.
but he’s not.
and maybe, just maybe, that’s because hyunjin is a total, certified goon.
the type of guy who probably jerks off to his own hentai panels with one hand in his sweats and the other still holding his apple pencil so he can make edits mid-stroke.
the type who’s too obsessed with his imaginary girls to even look at a real one.
and unfortunately for you— you’re one of them.
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you agreed to model for his senior art portfolio last month.
he’d asked you during one of your late-night kitchen run-ins, voice low and uncertain, sketchpad balanced on one knee while he waited for his ramen to finish spinning in the microwave.
“it’s not explicit explicit,” he said, peeking up at you from under his lashes, his thumb absently smudging the corner of a half-finished eye on the page. “it’s more suggestive. tasteful.” his tone wavered between hopeful and rehearsed, like he’d been planning to ask you for a while but hadn’t quite worked up the nerve until now.
“think… moody lighting,” he added, as if that would somehow soften the blow. “lace. maybe a garter belt.”
you blinked. “a garter belt?” the words came out with an airy laugh, light and teasing, a little incredulous but not entirely opposed.
he didn’t flinch. instead, he perked up with faux earnestness, flipping his pencil between his fingers like a conductor’s baton, brows lifted in dramatic flourish. “it’s for the drama,” he insisted, as if that explained anything at all. as if drama alone justified sketching someone in lingerie.
yet somehow… you ended up agreeing.
you needed the extra cash, your campus job barely covered groceries, and your last textbook rental had drained what little remained in your savings. but part of you was flattered, too. no one had ever asked to draw you before, and definitely not like that.
but if you were really being honest, a small part of you liked the way he looked at you when you posed.
he made you feel like art. something worth preserving, not just for the shape of your body or the softness of your skin, but for the way you existed in stillness. the rhythm of your breath, the curve of your spine, the light pooling into the hollows of your collarbones. he watched with quiet fixation, eyes moving from page to skin, jaw clenched in concentration, and everytime his pencil scratched against the paper, it’d sent a phantom shiver down your spine.
he made you feel beautiful.
you hadn’t realized you were making a mistake.
not until tonight, when he’d left for his night class and you were rummaging behind his desk in search of your charger, the one you always forgot in his room. you’d been reaching behind a pile of books and folders when your elbow bumped something, knocking it to the floor with a dull, soft thud.
a sketchbook.
black, unmarked, a little worn around the edges. it didn’t look important or any different from the others he always left lying around. you bent down without thinking, planning to toss it back where it came from.
but it had fallen open.
you froze. you told yourself you wouldn’t look, that it wasn’t yours to see.
and then you looked anyway.
curiosity, or something worse, pulled you toward the page.
and there you were.
not soft. not modest. not the dimly lit, “tasteful” pose you’d assumed he’d capture.
you were drawn sprawled out, every inch of you on display. legs spread wide, toes curling into fabric you recognized as your own sheets. your back arched off a pillow from your bed. one hand gripping the edge of the blanket. the other buried deep between your thighs. your face was flushed, lips parted, eyes hazy, mouth frozen in a moan that felt way too specific to be imagined.
and it was detailed. painfully so.
you could see the shading where sweat would gather. the tension in your calves. the wrinkle in your brow. your own hair drawn strand by strand, fanned out like a halo.
your stomach flipped. heat bloomed somewhere low and unsteady.
you turned the page, almost on instinct, heart already pounding.
there were more.
you on your knees, spine arched, wrists tucked behind your back. your head tilted at just the right angle to show off your throat, the delicate notch above your collarbone. the lingerie you wore last week— sheer lace cups, dainty silk bows, garters clipped to thigh-highs—recreated in uncanny, microscopic detail. every clasp, dimple in your skin, subtle ripple of imagined pleasure inked in with a hunger that felt… dangerous.
you stared at the pages, transfixed. breath caught somewhere in your chest, hands beginning to tremble. you hadn’t meant to look, hadn’t planned to turn the first page, let alone the second… but once you did, you couldn’t stop. every drawing felt intimate, obsessive, memorized. the way he rendered you with such aching precision—each curve of your body, every fold of lace, every imagined tremble of your thighs, made it nearly impossible to look away.
it was clear he hadn’t just sketched you from reference; he’d studied you, remembered you. poured hours into capturing the parting of your mouth when you sigh, the subtle shift of your hips in that particular set of lingerie, the way your body folds, stretches, and exists on the page, alive and familiar.
you were still staring when you heard the jingle of his keys at the door. your heart clenched instantly, breath stuttering as you snapped upright, hands suddenly clammy and slick with heat. your thighs instinctively pressed together before you could stop yourself. there was panic, yes, caught red-handed with something you were never meant to see— but tangled beneath it, humming in your veins like a low, slow current, was something far darker. not dread or guilt. something warmer. hungrier. the realization bloomed slowly and thickly at the back of your throat, and you swallowed it down like a secret; what you felt wasn’t entirely fear. it was want.
the door clicks open behind you, followed by the soft creak of the hinge, the muted scuff of sneakers hitting hardwood, and some more indistinct shuffling near the entryway as he drops his things. hyunjin steps inside, expression dulled with exhaustion, shoulders loose, hoodie slipping off one side of his frame. he moves like he always does after a long day— quiet, fluid, like he’s still half inside his head.
until he sees what’s in your lap.
his sketchbook.
his secret.
you.
he halts mid-step.
for a second, he doesn’t say anything. no words, no movement, not even a blink. his eyes trace the shape of the moleskin cover, the way your fingers are curled around the edge of a page, your gaze is wide and locked onto his, like you’ve been caught doing something unspeakable. maybe, because you have.
but the reaction you expect never comes. there’s no stammering apology, flustered excuses, desperate attempt at backpedaling or some pathetic plea to forget what you saw.
instead, he smiles.
and it’s not the kind of nervous, sheepish grin you might’ve imagined if this moment had played out in your head. no. it’s something far more sinister. cooler. slow-spreading and deeply smug, as if this was inevitable and he’s known all along.
“you weren’t supposed to see that,” he says, voice low and smooth, like he’s just commenting on the weather.
he walks toward you with the kind of unhurried confidence that makes your throat go instantly dry, his footsteps soft against the floorboards, eyes never leaving yours. he stops just in front you where you’re still frozen, sketchbook heavy in your hands, heart beating loud enough to feel it in your teeth.
“but…”
his head tilts slightly as he crouches in front of you, long fingers curling over the edge of the cushion near your knee. the shift in posture shouldn’t feel as intimate as it does, but it roots you in place. he’s close— close enough that you can see the faint flecks of lead still dusted on his fingertips, the faint ink smudge on the side of his hand, the crescent of dried eraser shavings caught beneath his nail.
“…since you have…”
his voice dips even lower now, almost playful. like he’s testing you and he knows you’re too curious to say no.
“do you wanna see the rest?”
you shouldn’t.
you really, really shouldn’t.
but you nod.
and something in him clicks.
he reaches for the book, knuckles brushing your thigh as he takes it gently from your lap. doesn’t ask again or give you time to second-guess. just shifts his weight to sit beside you, so close your knees bump, and flips to the next page with the ease of someone completely unashamed.
the next drawing makes your breath catch.
you— on your stomach, wrists bound above your head with a ribbon that trails off the page. your thighs are spread wide open, panties pushed to the side, one heel still hooked halfway off your foot. you can see your expression sketched in detail, mouth parted, brows drawn tight, eyes looking up with something caught between desperation and bliss.
he turns another page.
this one’s rougher. messier lines, heavier shading. you’re riding something, someone, but only the vague silhouette of a figure is visible beneath you. the focus is all on your body. the way your tits bounce. the tremble in your thighs. the glint of a tongue drawn wet and flicking out from behind your lips. your head is thrown back, hair wild, and between your legs— slick. so much slick. rendered in obsessive strokes that make you shiver.
you blink. “hyunjin, what the fuck—”
“what?” he says lightly, not even looking at you. “it’s art.”
he’s already on the next page.
you reach for it instinctively, trying to stop him, but he only laughs, quiet and amused, and tilts the book slightly so you can see better.
“thought you wanted to see the rest.”
your stomach twists. “how many are there?”
“depends,” he shrugs. “just the ones of you?”
you freeze.
he turns another page. this one’s so filthy your face burns.
you’re gagging on something thick, your hands gripping at the base, tears drawn in delicate lines down your cheeks. your mascara is smudged. your spit is dripping off your chin. there are notes in the margin, little technical observations. ‘make angle of throat curve more exaggerated,’ ‘adjust hand position,’ ‘redraw drool line thicker.’
you glance at him, stunned, but he’s completely calm. flipping through pages like this is the normal shit ever and he’s showing off a vacation album, not a growing collection of depraved, hyper-detailed hentai of you.
“why..” your voice cracks, and you clear your throat. “why me?”
he finally looks at you then.
really looks.
there’s no hesitation in his face. no shame. just a flicker of something deep and unwavering.
“you said yes,” he says simply. “you stood in front of me in that stupid lace and let me stare. what did you think i was gonna do? draw a fucking fruit bowl?”
“i thought it was for your portfolio—”
“it is,” he says, smiling again. “you’re the whole thing.”
you swallow hard. “you should’ve told me.”
he laughs, dry and low.
“would you have still posed?”
you don’t answer. because you don’t know.
he proceeds to turn another page.
this time, you’re bent over the kitchen counter in this one. there’s cum dripping down your thighs.
“you didn’t tell me to stop,” he says softly.
your pulse jumps. “i didn’t know what you were doing.”
“you never asked.”
the silence stretches.
he flips another page. then another. each sketch more obscene than the last. erotic positions you’ve never even imagined. angles that make your skin burn. and he narrates them all with a kind of detached pride, fingers gliding over each line like he’s showing off fine china.
“this one took me all night,” he murmurs, turning the book slightly so you can see the details. “couldn’t get the way your mouth stretches quite right. ended up using a mirror.”
“jesus,” you whisper, barely able to look away. “hyunjin, you’re insane.”
he grins, leaning closer. “and you let me draw you.”
his voice is low. warm. full of something dangerous.
“so what does that make you?”
you don’t answer.
you literally can’t.
because you’re still staring at the next page, and your thighs are pressing together before you even realize it.
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it’s hard to say who came onto who first.
whether it was you, him, or the invisible thread between you finally pulled taut and snapped— you aren’t sure. but the sketchbook lands somewhere on the floor long forgotten, and then hyunjin’s hands are suddenly on your thighs, warm and steady. the next thing you know, you’re pressed into the mattress of his bed, his body hovering close, like he’s exactly where he’s meant to be.
you’re still breathing hard, dizzy from everything you saw. your body’s betraying you, flushed and prickled with heat, and he sees it. god, he sees everything.
his voice is low, right beside your ear. “you’re still looking at me like i’ve done something wrong.” his thumbs press lightly into the soft flesh just above your knees, parting them further until your legs fall open around him. “but you haven’t said stop.”
you should. you could. your lips fall open like you want to say something, but the words never physically come out.
he chuckles.
“that’s what i thought.”
his fingers trail up your bare thigh with an artist’s touch, slow and reverent, tracing invisible lines like he’s mentally drafting his next sketch. his eyes never stray, just stays locked on your face. not your lips, not your chest, but your eyes— studying every twitch and flicker as if he’s trying to memorize how your shame turns into arousal.
and fuck, it’s working…
“do you know,” he says, almost idly, as though it’s just casual conversation. “how many nights i’ve spent drawing you from memory?”
his hand slides higher, dips beneath the hem of your shorts, brushes against the dampened fabric of your panties. his smile sharpens.
“you always wear the cutest little things. i couldn’t help it.”
you choke on your breath when he presses the heel of his palm against your cunt. not enough to relieve anything, but enough to remind you who’s touching you. who’s seen you like this, over and over again, in his head and on paper and in every single fucked-up sketch you were too horrified, and too curious, to stop looking at.
he leans in, mouth grazing the shell of your ear.
“you don’t know what it’s like,” he murmurs, “to spend hours perfecting the way your lips wrap around something thick. or the way your thighs shake when you’re close. i studied that. every twitch. every fold. every drip.”
his tone darkens, the words clinging to you like sweat.
“and it still wasn’t enough.”
he pulls back to look at you, fingers still nestled between your legs, his hand heavy and possessive like he owns what he drew— and maybe he does. he always has.
“you wanna know the real reason i never bring anyone home?”
you blink, mind hazy. “what?”
he slides your panties to the side with maddening precision, but his fingers stay light, barely ghosting over your folds.
“because i didn’t need anyone else.”
you whimper when the pad of his middle finger circles your clit, featherlight and cruel.
“i had you.”
a slow exhale leaves your chest, shaky and broken, and he watches you unravel, patient and quiet, savoring it the way someone might linger on the best part of a page.
then he kisses you without warning.
his mouth is soft at first, almost deceptively gentle. but the moment you lean into it and give in, he deepens it, tongue sliding over yours with the same practiced hunger he puts into his art. he kisses the way he draws: greedy, precise, a little filthy.
your hands fist into his hoodie, and he grins against your lips.
“fuck,” he breathes. “you taste better than i imagined.”
he pushes his fingers deeper between your folds, finally giving you the pressure you need. your hips jolt, a whine slipping from your throat, and that’s when you feel it.
his other hand has moved to your wrist.
he’s guiding it down.
and, fuck, he’s so hard.
you palm him through his sweats, wide-eyed and breathless, and he shudders, grinding into your touch shamelessly.
“you did this,” he says through a clenched jaw. “you and your fucking poses and that look on your face like you didn’t know what you were doing to me.” his hand moves with more purpose now, two fingers pressing inside you slow and deep while his thumb rubs tight, messy circles against your clit. he groans when you clench around him.
“this tight already?” he whispers, nose brushing yours. “and i haven’t even started drawing tonight.”
you try to reply— something, anything— but all that comes out is a pathetic, broken litttle moan.
he smirks, biting your bottom lip.
“so desperate. is this why you went snooping? hoping to find something to get off to?”
you shake your head. “i didn’t- i didn’t mean to—”
he laughs. “no?”
he curls his fingers just right and your whole body jerks, hips stuttering. he hits that gummy spot inside you that already has you seeing stars, mouth falling open around a breathless moan.
“then why’re you dripping all over my hand, sweetheart?”
your face contorts with pleasure, heat rushing to your cheeks as his fingers slowly withdraw, slick and shining. he raises them between you, holding the evidence up for you to see.
“look at that,” he murmurs, softly.
your arousal glistens in the low light, coating his fingers, dripping down his wrist. he slides them into his mouth and moans, eyes fluttering shut for just a second before they snap open again, dark and hungry.
“better than i imagined,” he breathes, already sounding wrecked.
“but we’ll keep going, yeah?”
his hand finds yours again, guiding it back to the bulge straining in his pants— heat pulsing through the fabric, through your palm, through the space between your bodies that’s disappearing by the second.
“you’ve only seen the sketches.”
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you were half-expecting him to crumble when you climb into his lap.
at least, you wanted him to.
he’d spent the past thirty minutes sounding like the world’s most depraved art school simp, flipping through sketch after sketch like some perverted little museum curator. and now? after everything he’s admitted. you’re wet, twitchy, and riding the high of control. he’s throbbing under you, eyes wide, flushed to the tips of his ears. you think maybe he’ll let you ruin him. maybe he wants that.
but then his fingers dig into your hips. hard.
and the shift is immediate.
his back straightens. his mouth parts, but no breathy little beg ever comes out.
just a low, measured murmur in your ear:
“take your panties off.”
your brain short circuits.
“what—?”
he grips your jaw and tilts your face toward him, gently, never rough, but his touch is firm. decisive.
“you wanna climb into my lap, ride my cock like some spoiled little muse?” he says, tone deceptively calm. “fine. but you’re gonna do it the way i imagined it.”
your breath catches. your heart pounds. your cunt pulses.
fuck.
you strip without thinking. panties discarded somewhere on the floor, shorts shoved down past your knees. he watches, shamelessly, licking his lips once as his eyes drag down your body.
“there,” he says, like you’re finally arranged the way he likes.
he strokes a palm up your inner thigh, fingers ghosting over your folds, smearing slick deliberately. your hips twitch forward, chasing his touch.
he tuts. “so needy. bet you soaked the pages of my sketchbook, didn’t you?”
“hyunjin—”
“don’t act shy now,” he murmurs, voice darker. “you flipped through every page. stared at every filthy little pose i drew you in. legs spread, gagging, dripping.”
his fingers part your folds. dragging through them.
“this wet for me already, and i haven’t even put it in?”
you gasp when he presses the blunt head of his cock against your entrance, not pushing, just teasing, smearing precum over your folds like he’s painting.
“beg,” he says softly.
“hyun—”
“you were bold enough to go through my stuff,” he cuts you off, thumb pressing against your clit in painfully slow circles. “now beg.”
and god, you do.
you don’t even try to hold onto what little pride you had left. not when he’s touching you like that, looking at you like he already owns you, like he’s just recreating a scene he’s drawn a thousand times.
“please,” you whisper. “i want it.”
“say it properly.”
“please, let me ride your cock.”
he grins, smug and breathless, and finally, finally, lets you sink down on him.
and it’s perfect.
so thick you swear it stretches something deeper. you brace against his chest, gasping as he fills you up, each inch a slow, merciless press that has you trembling, mouth agape, nails biting into his skin.
“shiiit,” you whimper. “feels so—”
“tight,” he grits out. “fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight.”
he lets you sit there for a second, fully seated on him, cunt fluttering as your body adjusts, becoming more attuned to his length. you were expecting him to move, to take over.
but he doesn’t.
“go on then,” he instructs. “ride me. show me what you learned from those drawings.”
you start moving, tentatively at first, slow little rolls of your hips— and his hands were simply there to guide you. firm and assured, shaping the rhythm as if he’s sculpting the moment himself, dragging pleasure from you at the exact pace he wants.
“there,” he hisses. “that’s it, just like that, bounce for me- yeah, baby, just like that.”
you ride him harder, chasing the friction, hips grinding down with more purpose as your moans rise in volume, ragged and desperate. and then his hand wraps around the base of your throat. not enough to block any major airways, just holding you there as an anchor.
“don’t cum yet,” he whispers.
you nearly sob.
“hyunjin- fuck, ’m so close—”
his hips buck up into you and your whole body jerks, another sharp gasp leaving your throat as your cunt clamps down hard, tight, pulsing around him, overwhelmed by the sudden depth and force.
“not yet.”
you clench your fists against his chest, thighs quivering, the ache mounting unbearably.
“please, please, i need—”
he shifts, arm wrapping around your waist, and slams you down onto him as he thrusts up again, harder this time, hitting your walls so deep you couldn’t help but scream.
“you think you get to snoop through my private sketchbook, make me beg, and then cum on my cock whenever you want?”
he flips you before you even get the chance to answer. he moves fast, smooth, overwhelming. now you’re flat on your back, and he’s towering above you, hand gripping your thigh, shoving it up against your chest as he sinks right back into you.
“you’re mine now,” he groans. “gonna fuck you until you forget your own name. gonna redraw you like this- cumming around me, crying for me.”
he thrusts deep and sharp and mean.
“gonna sketch you full of my cum.”
“hyun, fuck, please—”
he leans down, kissing your jaw, your cheek, your lips, almost sweet even as he rails you into the mattress.
“i got you,” he pants. “fuck, baby, i got you. you can cum now.”
and when you do, practically shaking and crying, cunt gripping him so tightly he’s nearly on the verge of blacking out. he follows immediately, moaning against your neck as he spills his thick, hot seed inside you.
he stays there for a moment, still buried deep, panting hard, chest pressed to yours and rising with each unsteady inhale. then he pulls out slowly, eyes fixed on the way his cum spills from you and drips down your thighs, letting out a satisfied hum.
“don’t move,” he says, already reaching for his sketchbook that was left abandoned on the floor.
“hyunjin—”
“shhh,” he coos, “you’re perfect. let me draw you like this.”
he pauses, glancing down at the creamy mess between your legs.
“maybe from memory again.”
guys this is first hyunjin fic ever so my apolocheese if it’s not that good but i rlly tried fhdhsh 😓 pls be nice or i’ll cri </3 (it’s litr 1 am and i can’t sleep omg someone help me)
Hey stays. I was just one admin who decided to do this on a whim when I started, and the wonderful stray kids fandom took thos event and made it bigger than I ever imagined it would be! I met a lot of lovely stays and talented writers through this event and made friends and discovered new fics, which was the purpose of this event. I hope it did the same for all of you. Thank you very much to each and every person who reblogged a post, nominated someone, voted, or just came to give a shoutout. Everyone was very understanding when I closed nominations early too, even though upset would've been justified imo. The real stray kids awards were the friends we made along the way!
Just to show how amazing STAYblr is: for this awards event, we amassed a total of...
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Without further ado, here are the winners!
Best Fic Concept:
Daybreak by @kangaracha
Best OT8 Fic:
Ready or Not by @insociometry
Best SMAU:
Brother's Best Friend Texts by @pineapple-burgah
Best Series:
Southpaw by @skzophreniic
Best Headcanon:
They Touch Your 🍑 by @yunhotteoks
Best Drabble:
You're Not Mine by @keeperofasecretsecret
Best Fluff Fic:
The No-Kiss Prank by @linoxpudding
Best Angst Fic:
Just a Staff Member by @pvppymin
Best Genre Fic:
That Boy is a Monster by @chimivx
Best 9th Member AU Fic:
Queenmaker by @kangaracha
Best Bang Chan Fic:
The Art of Love by @lxvemaze
Best Lee Minho Fic:
Catnip for the Soul by @chancloud8
Best Seo Changbin Fic:
L♡ve in F♡cus by @feelbokkie
Best Hwang Hyunjin Fic:
The Grace of an Elephant by @emmiesoverthemoon
Best Han Jisung Fic:
Ashes Under the Hood by @4linos
Best Lee Felix Fic:
Sunshine x Sunshine by @lia-linny
Best Kim Seungmin Fic:
I'm All Indigo by @keeperofasecretsecret
Best Yang Jeongin Fic:
Long Story Short by @strrykais
Best Blog Theme:
@emmiesoverthemoon
Best URL:
@imfoive
Best Edit:
Tragic Chronicles of a Hopeless Fanboy Banner by @emmiesoverthemoon
Best Writer:
@feelbokkie
Best New Writer:
@pineapple-burgah
Best Fic Editor:
@happilyeverafterforme
Best Ask Answerer:
@emmiesoverthemoon
Delulu Sweepstakes: Most Ardent Admirer of Stray Kids:
@feelbokkie
Thank you very much to very stay who made this possible by nominating, reblogging, voting, and reblogging again. Stays are the sweetest fandom and were very forgiving of my flubs and I really feel like we all came together and achieved something wholesome and fun. I hope everyone enjoyed the time we shared 🥹 and I hope we all enjoy these wonderful fics and writers together. 💖 Best wishes and a happy new year from the straykidsficawards! ✨️
If you want to talk to me, my main is @nishimurmur
cw: smut!!mdni, established relationship, hands-free orgasm, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, strip tease, unprotected p in v sex, fingers in mouth, dirty talk, little itsy bitsy bit of degradation, creampie, jisung being whiny and impatient and just such a loser (please let me know if anything is missing!!!)
a/n.: inspired by that one ask sent to @jj-one i took this upon myself because i have so many thoughts about this. all credits to the queen of birthing nerdsung, obviously. i am not the inventor, but a proud enjoyer. let me know if you like it ♡
this wasn’t proofread, please correct my mistakes!!
“what’s the formula for kinetic energy?” you asked, tapping your pen against the edge of the desk. jisung thought for a second, eyes flicking between your face and the open notebook in front of him. “uh— one half m v squared” he murmured, voice so quiet it almost got lost in the quiet of the room.
the purple glow from the led lights bled over his notes, casting the pages in streaks of violet and ink stains. jisung sat stiffly in his chair, glasses slipping down his nose as his eyes darted from the textbook to you— and then quickly away again. you leaned against the edge of his desk, tracing a fingertip along the smooth skin on his forearm. he was sweating, you could see the little beads already forming on his forehead. he adjusted his glasses again, trying to look anywhere but at the reflection of that lavender light catching on your skin.
“y-you’re distracting me” he mumbled, and you could hear his breath catch when your fingers traced up his arm, across his shoulder, up his neck. he chuckled, the air physically pressed out of him. he wasn’t hiding it very well. “am i? thought you liked studying under pressure” the corner of his mouth twitched, and for a second, you could almost hear his heartbeat competing with your own.
he was always so pliant under your touch. you never had to ask him to do what you said, never had to teach him a lesson. even now, when he had a huge midterm tomorrow, nothing could stop him from thinking about the way your skin felt on his. the way you looked in that tiny white shirt he loved so much. he tried so hard, so hard not to look at the little part of lavender lace sticking out right at your cleavage. you were doing it on purpose, and you weren’t trying to hide it.
he gulped, mouth open, when you stepped closer, eyes following your every move. you smiled, leaning down, face to face with him “breathe” you whispered, your words gentle. “you’re overthinking it again. you’re gonna ace the exam” his eyes flicked up to yours, startled, like you’d caught him mid-thought. “i- i’m fine” he managed, though the way his voice cracked said otherwise. “you’re literally not. you’re nervous. i can always tell” you smiled, pulling on his hand to make him stand with you “come on, i’ll help you relax. just fifteen minutes.” he hesitated, eyes flicking back to his textbook “hey. look at me, not the formulas.” he exhaled, shoulders loosening a little. “right,” he said, and there was the ghost of a grin when he added, “sorry baby. fifteen minutes”
you leaned in slowly, pressing a peck right on the tip of his nose. his lips chased yours instantly, making you chuckle, bottom lip caught between your teeth. “wanna kiss me, sungie?” he nodded so fast his glasses slid down again. you pushed them right back up so they were snug on the bridge of his pretty nose again. you pushed him back a little, his knees buckling where they hit the edge of the bed. you smiled, placing yourself in his lap, then finally, you leaned in, connecting your lips with his waiting ones. he sighed, content, mouth opening for you greedily.
your lips froze, and he pulled back, worried. “baby, are you hard?” you looked at him, expression stern. he bit his lip nervously “i’m sorry i didn’t- i swear i didn’t mean to but you’re just so pretty” he’s visibly staring down, and you follow his gaze, right to where your chest is eye level with his face. you smile for a moment, then “eyes up here, sungie” you say quietly, making his eyes snap away from you like he was just caught in a trance. you can feel him already, twitching below you, straining against his sweats. “i’m sorry” he whispers, looking everywhere but at you “you like purple that much?”
“i like you that much” he says, too quickly, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. he’s embarrassed. he tries to make himself comfortable under you, but the way his hips drag with his movements forces his cock grind right against you, and he whines. you can’t have him doing that, can you? you place a hand on his hip, steadying him “sungie” you say softly “look at me” he peeks up at you, glasses reflecting the purple. you don’t know which purple anymore. his face is flushed like you made him run a marathon. “you’re making things difficult, hm?” you lean down, pressing a small kiss to his lips. he freezes, whimpering right against your lips. cute. “i’m sorry” he says again, and you smile.
“gonna show you something, okay?” you say, and before he can even ask what you mean, you’re sliding off his lap, and standing infront of him. he gapes at you, mouth open so wide it probably hurts. he can finally look at you. he’s finally allowed. “you liked it that much?” you tease, stepping forward once as you pull down on the waistband of your shorts, giving him a peek of whats under it. exactly what he thought. same lavender lace, probably a thong. you always wear a thong.
his breath hitches embarrassingly loud as it comes into view, cock twitching violently in his sweats. his hips grind up once into thin air, seeking friction. he’s torn between watching the delicious sight and begging to touch you. or himself. instead, he grips the edge of the bed so hard his knuckles turn white.
"please..." he begs, voice shaking "please let me touch...just once. i’ll be good, promise” his eyes are glued to your fingers pulling up the edge of your tiny shirt, his brain short-circuiting at the sight of your newly revealed bare skin. your little butterfly tattoo comes into view, and he groans like he’s in pain. “no touching jisungie. you know the rules” his hips twitch upwards again. you couldn’t even deny how turned on you are, and you don’t want to. you panties are sticky-wet, you can feel it, and you’re going to show him sooner or later. you finally have mercy on him and pull your shirt fully over your head, the pretty lavender lace see through, showing your nipples clearly.
he stares so hard you think his eyes might pop out, his mouth watering at the sight. you know he wants to have his lips around them, he would suck and lick on them through the pretty fabric until you’re grinding down on him in his lap, moaning his name like it’s the only thing you remember. you won’t let him though, and he hates it. still, he tries. "baby..." he whimpers pitifully, hips snapping up desperately again. "please-fuck-please just let me-let me taste them. shit, you’re so pretty. i’ll be good, i swear, i’d do anything” he's babbling, completely shameless, begging for you. “hmm i know you would, baby. all you have to do is watch me, kay?”
you stand closer again, manicured hands sliding down gently, caressing your breasts, circling your nipples until your eyes flutter closed, then sliding down your stomach. he watches intently, eyes stuck on your every movement. he sees the way your breaths hitches, your legs squeezing together slightly. he knows you're turned on too, even if you won't let him touch you. his own hands are trembling next to him with the effort of not reaching out to grab you. his eyes flutter closed when your hand dips below your waistband, but just for a second before he’s back to watching. his lips part around a choked "fuck—" as he breathes out, your fingers curling around the hem of your lace underwear. he's definitely drooling, mouth open as he pants. "please...please show me. lemme see how wet you are"
you bite your bottom lip between your teeth, shaking your head ‘no’ as you walk over to the bed. his eyes follow you like you’re some ancient creature in his room, and when you plop right down next to him he follows you, sits against the headboard and waits for your next move. he sits there, legs spread out slightly, his hands unmoving in his lap. his glasses are foggy from his heavy breathing, cheeks flushed. he looks like a mess and you haven’t even started. you sit infront of him, shrugging your shorts down before spreading your legs for him. he outright moans when you do that, the heel of his palm shamelessly pressing into his cock. his hips jerk into his hand instantly, head falling back. you watch for a second before swatting his hand away.
” who told you you could touch yourself?” he lets out a whimper when your hand swats his away, his cock throbbing painfully at the sudden loss of contact. he looks at you, eyes pleading, mouth open in a silent ‘o’. then, he snaps out of it "n-no one—i’m sorry baby, it hurts" he stammers, watching helplessly as you deny him touch. you sit back again, one hand behind you as you tease the other down your body again, this time no shorts in the way. he whimpers when your fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, pulling them up just so you can grind right into the delicious friction, and your jaw falls open under a silent moan. he’s hyperventilating, hips grinding into the seam of his pants every so often, but he doesn’t do anything more than that.
you slide your fingers over the darker purple wet patch on your panties, pressing with two fingers, making yourself clench around nothing. he watches, hands at his sides, pliant like you asked. you pull your panties to the side, revealing your dripping cunt to him, your fingers shaky where they dip between your folds, pulling the stickyness right up to your aching clit. you shiver at the contact, a quiet little moan leaving your mouth. your head falls back when you circle around it again, pressing and pressing until the pressure is right. you were so worked up that within a minute you’re grinding against your fingers, sliding two of them inside with a borderline obscene sound, fucking yourself open right infront of him.
you wouldn’t even notice him if it weren’t for his own noises, the louder and louder groans and little whimpers, the movements right on the edge of your vision. your gaze catches his then, and you realize. he’s louder because he’s fucking close. he’s humping up into the air, dick grinding against the soft seam of his sweatpants, the wet patch on his grey sweats more visible by the second. his hips halt mid-thrust, but he doesn’t look guilty. he looks like he’s scared you won’t let him cum because you caught him. he didn’t ask for permission, but you know exactly what he sounds like when he’s close. it isn’t exactly hard to guess.
he lets out a little whimper when your fingers pull out of your dripping cunt, but he doesn’t expect you to whisper a little “come here”. he does anyway, nodding fast and climbing to you on his knees like you asked. you press your fingers you just pulled out right to his lips and he opens them without question, sucking and moaning around them like you just gave him his favourite candy. his hips grind up again, against nothing in this position, but he does it anyway, like it might make it easier for him. “fuck—oh fuck, let me- let me—“ “let you cum? i don’t think so baby.. you think you deserve to cum? after touching yourself without my permission?” he moans. you continue “you thought i wouldn’t notice if you came in your pants?” he shakes his head ‘no’. “you’re right baby, you don’t deserve to cum” you nod “do you know what you do if you want to cum?”
“fuck—fuck, please, oh god—“ he cuts himself off with a whimper when you lean in, pressing your lips to his jaw. a single tear rolls down his face from how overwhelming it is having to keep his hands all to himself when you’re infront of him like that.
“can you cum in your pants thinking about me?” he nods, breathing speeding up again. you pull back to look at his ruined expression before leaning down to nip on the skin between his neck and shoulders, tongue soothing right after and a broken sound catches in his throat “hah—yes, shit-“ he gulps “yeah, i can cum, can i? please? can i show you—god—i’ll be good and cum for you, c-can i?” you squeeze your thighs together, nodding against his neck “cum for me, baby” he whines, head falling onto your shoulder as his hips twitch forward, his sweats turning dark grey where he cums inside them, begging for anything, little “pleasepleaseplease”s leaving his open lips as he falls apart for you.
he’s always so beautiful, but you love him just like this, pliant and completely devoted to you. your hand slides into his hair, grounding him “you did so good, jisungie” you whisper “you okay? love you so much” you kiss his cheek. he nods, breathing evening out a minute later. he pulls back and looks at you then, pressing his lips to yours softly. “can i make you cum too? please? i wanna” he gulps, placing two palms onto your thighs. you nod then, pushing him gently to back towards the headboard. “wanna ride you. can i?” you ask, and he nods immediately. “please.. please, you can, will you? take anything, i’ll give you anything” he babbles. you smile as you straddle him.
“may i take these off?” you ask, your voice small, tugging on his sweatpants. when he gives you an okay, you pull them down along with his soaked underwear, baring him completely other than his shirt. you don’t need to ask before he’s pulling it over his head though. you reach behind your back to click open your bra, but he stops you. “no—no, leave it on? please, s so pretty. wanna fuck you in it. please?” your lips part around a shaky breath, but you nod. you leave it on, along with your panties, and pull them to the side. you’re wet and impatient enough to line him right up with yourself, his dick heavy in your palm where you grip the base and guide it along your folds until it catches right in the give of your hole. you both groan at the feeling, and you peek at him once more to see him nod before sinking down on him.
his head hits the headboard, but you’re not worried for long because a shaky moan leaves his lips straight after, hands hesitantly settling on the dip of your waist. “yeah—yes—oh god” he whines, and you hiss, the stretch still there even when you prepared yourself. it doesn’t bother you at all with how good he feels, and looks, all fucked out under you when you barely did anything. you grind in small circles first, getting used to how deep he’s hitting like this. he focuses on you, watching you as he tries to stiffle his moans by biting his lips. you pay no mind to him, using his dick to get off after torturing yourself on accident.
he seems delighted by the fact that you’re making yourself feel good, and using him for that, because he’s already rock hard and twitching inside you like he never even came. your orgasm builds quickly, your little moans getting more high pitched when you grind just right, your fingers pressing into your clit as they circle, he must feel it too, the way your clenching, because he helps you grind whichever way you prefer, hands on your hips easing the ache in your thighs. “you’re so wet—please, please cum, i wanna— i wanna make you—“ he must be close too, judging by how much he’s pulsing inside you, right against that spot you’re always searching.
“gonna cum with me jisungie? fuck—i want it, please—“ you say, and he’s weak, already cumming inside you by the time you push yourself over the edge, biting his fist to hear your moans instead of his own.
I was thinking the Jeongin fic could possibly be about like he gets jealous or like punishment style?
jealous type
pairing: jeongin x fem!reader
cw: smut (mdni!!), jealousy, established relationship, possessive behavior, a little toxic!jeongin, unprotected p in v, car sex, riding, barely any foreplay, porn without plot, perv!jeongin if you squint
a/n: i’m so fucking late with this, lord. i wrote it and i hated it so bad but now i went over it and rewrote some stuff, so i hope you guys will like it:)
now playing: jealous type - doja cat
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it was a ridiculous thing you had going on these past few weeks. you didn’t recognise the feeling before, or couldn’t really name it, but you knew you had a thing for when your boyfriend was mad. not at you, well, maybe a little at you, but mostly at other people for even looking at you. you weren’t sure that that’s what it was, maybe he just didn’t like public settings, or he didn’t like those people. but in your head, you loved to imagine him getting all worked up over you. over who gets to touch you, talk to you, look at you.
so when it was your friends birthday party, you went all out. your favourite miniskirt, the tiniest top, heels, leather jacket, hair blown out, the works. he didn’t say anything. he complimented you, sure, but it seemed dishonest. when you got there, his hand was already at the small of your back, guiding you and never letting go, not even when your friends came to hug you. he was never this touchy.
as the night went on, his touches became more noticable. he never left your side, always tucking your hair behind your ear while you were talking with someone, hand warming your knee and sliding up and down your thigh if you were laughing a little too hard at something. his breaking point was when this guy came up to you while he was getting you drinks. you seemed like you knew him, like maybe he was your friend, but the way you talked to him stopped him dead in his tracks.
he stared, mouth open as you bit your lips and the guy looked you up and down. it wasn’t subtle. and you knew he was watching. he placed the drinks down and cleared his throat, both you and the guy turning to look at him. “baby, i was just—“ you started, but didn’t get to finish “can we talk, please?” jeongin said firmly. the guy left, and you nodded. you followed him, biting your tongue at his angry expression. jeongin led you to a quiet corner of the bar, his expression stormy as he turned to face you. his hands were clenched into fists holding your jacket, like he was struggling to keep his anger in check.
"who the fuck was that?" he said, voice firm and quiet. you gulped. before you could answer, he continued “you know what the fuck you’re doing. every single guy here has been looking at you. and you like it, hm? you like the attention?” your lips parted, mouth going dry at his words. he stepped closer, hand still holding your jacket “answer me, baby. do you like them looking at whats mine?” you nodded carefully, hesitant.
without another word, he walked towards the exit. he didn’t need to tell you to follow him. you did anyway. his car door clicked open, you slid in the back seat and he followed. his lips were on yours before you could register it. you tilted your head, hand sliding to the back of his neck, and with a groan he deepened the kiss, hand sliding down to your skirt, squeezing your ass. you took the hint, slipping right into his lap, making him moan. you were always so obedient when it came to him. he broke the kiss to whisper against your lips “gonna need to remind you who the fuck you belong to, hm?” you nodded before he could finish the sentence.
he chuckled, hands on your shoulders and pushing your coat off. his lips settled on your neck, moving down to your collarbone, your cleavage. you were whining, hips twitching forward, his sounds working you up even more. “jeongin—please” you begged, squeezing his shoulder for balance. his hand slid below your skirt, squeezing the flesh of your ass again, fingers brushing your panties. his cock twitched below you when he realized which panties they were.
“you did that on purpose, didn’t you baby?” you moaned, hips grinding down on him again. “so fucking dirty. remember when you left them at mine? you have any idea how many times they were wrapped around my cock? jesus fucking christ—“ he cut himself off with a moan when you bunched your skirt up in the front, leaning back and pulling your panties to the side. his eyes widened, mouth open, gulping when your fingers circled your clit once.
“y’wanna fuck me, innie? cause i think i need a reminder on how good you fill me up” his eyes flutter closed, a low groan escaping him before he’s working the button of his pants open, pushing them down just enough. his hand settles on your hip again, pulling you forward until you’re positioned right where he needs you. you look into his eyes before you start sinking down, not because you needed consent, but because you would never miss seeing his face when he feels how tight you are. his. his only. his head falls back with a little whimper, and you lean down to kiss him as you take him deeper and deeper. “feels really good” you say against his mouth “so big, fuck”
your eyebrows furrow when he’s finally all the way inside, and you don’t wait a single second before you start moving, hips twitching as you find your rythym. “oh my god—fuck—“ he chokes out “that little pussy, she takes me so well, don’t ya baby?” he looks down when he says that, eyes locked onto how deep you take him “theeeere you go, see? she wanted me—“ he gasps when his own words result in you clenching around him, your lips open around a small moan.
“oh- oh my gosh, baby don’t stop— don’t stop and i’ll fucking fill you up, huh— fill you so you’ll be drippin’ the rest of the night, yeah? you’re mine, yeah? say— say it—everyone will know—“ “yours baby, yours, yours, ah fuck—“ you’re cumming around him before he can finish babbling about how full he wants you, and he follows right after “ah—fucking god— yyeah— that’s it, fuck me like that baby, right fucking there—“ he chokes on a gasp, squeezing your hips as he watches you, filling you right up and pushing you over another wave when you feel him twitch and spill inside you, warm and perfect.
you stay like that for a minute, and you break the silence. “so you don’t like my outfit?” he chuckles, a little embarrassed “i don’t like how much everyone else likes your outfit. but i loved to fuck you in it”
Just an fyi @/minho4luv who interacted with you some time today is a minor, and she also writes smut…
i don’t know how to answer this privately and i feel like i should do it as a public post anyway. i want to sincerely apologise for my carelessness and lack of attention towards the matter. i got this ask about five days ago, and even though it’s not an excuse because i saw it when i got it, i did not take the time to do anything about it because i was so busy. i also did not mean to make anybody uncomfortable by writing anything for them. i have not read anything by them in a while, and in the beginning when they were asking for mutuals i felt bad so i followed them, thinking i was doing something nice. again, i was careless. i was also careless for not researching anything about them before when i got this ask, because it’s really important, and i definitely should have resolved the problem quicker. i did block them, even if it kinda doesn’t matter anymore, and i’m sorry, but i felt like deleting the hyunjin fanfic was also needed. i hope i have not made a lot of people uncomfortable, and that this doesn’t feel like i’m trying to push the blame off of me, i AM to be blamed, because i did something that’s wrong, but i just wanted to come on here and say something about this, and add that this was in no way on purpose, i am kind of a rookie in this apology thing, also the whole writing community is new to me, i really hope it doesn’t seem like i’m trying to blame anything/anyone but myself. i apologise sincerely again.
I was thinking the Jeongin fic could possibly be about like he gets jealous or like punishment style?
jealous type
pairing: jeongin x fem!reader
cw: smut (mdni!!), jealousy, established relationship, possessive behavior, a little toxic!jeongin, unprotected p in v, car sex, riding, barely any foreplay, porn without plot, perv!jeongin if you squint
a/n: i’m so fucking late with this, lord. i wrote it and i hated it so bad but now i went over it and rewrote some stuff, so i hope you guys will like it:)
now playing: jealous type - doja cat
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it was a ridiculous thing you had going on these past few weeks. you didn’t recognise the feeling before, or couldn’t really name it, but you knew you had a thing for when your boyfriend was mad. not at you, well, maybe a little at you, but mostly at other people for even looking at you. you weren’t sure that that’s what it was, maybe he just didn’t like public settings, or he didn’t like those people. but in your head, you loved to imagine him getting all worked up over you. over who gets to touch you, talk to you, look at you.
so when it was your friends birthday party, you went all out. your favourite miniskirt, the tiniest top, heels, leather jacket, hair blown out, the works. he didn’t say anything. he complimented you, sure, but it seemed dishonest. when you got there, his hand was already at the small of your back, guiding you and never letting go, not even when your friends came to hug you. he was never this touchy.
as the night went on, his touches became more noticable. he never left your side, always tucking your hair behind your ear while you were talking with someone, hand warming your knee and sliding up and down your thigh if you were laughing a little too hard at something. his breaking point was when this guy came up to you while he was getting you drinks. you seemed like you knew him, like maybe he was your friend, but the way you talked to him stopped him dead in his tracks.
he stared, mouth open as you bit your lips and the guy looked you up and down. it wasn’t subtle. and you knew he was watching. he placed the drinks down and cleared his throat, both you and the guy turning to look at him. “baby, i was just—“ you started, but didn’t get to finish “can we talk, please?” jeongin said firmly. the guy left, and you nodded. you followed him, biting your tongue at his angry expression. jeongin led you to a quiet corner of the bar, his expression stormy as he turned to face you. his hands were clenched into fists holding your jacket, like he was struggling to keep his anger in check.
"who the fuck was that?" he said, voice firm and quiet. you gulped. before you could answer, he continued “you know what the fuck you’re doing. every single guy here has been looking at you. and you like it, hm? you like the attention?” your lips parted, mouth going dry at his words. he stepped closer, hand still holding your jacket “answer me, baby. do you like them looking at whats mine?” you nodded carefully, hesitant.
without another word, he walked towards the exit. he didn’t need to tell you to follow him. you did anyway. his car door clicked open, you slid in the back seat and he followed. his lips were on yours before you could register it. you tilted your head, hand sliding to the back of his neck, and with a groan he deepened the kiss, hand sliding down to your skirt, squeezing your ass. you took the hint, slipping right into his lap, making him moan. you were always so obedient when it came to him. he broke the kiss to whisper against your lips “gonna need to remind you who the fuck you belong to, hm?” you nodded before he could finish the sentence.
he chuckled, hands on your shoulders and pushing your coat off. his lips settled on your neck, moving down to your collarbone, your cleavage. you were whining, hips twitching forward, his sounds working you up even more. “jeongin—please” you begged, squeezing his shoulder for balance. his hand slid below your skirt, squeezing the flesh of your ass again, fingers brushing your panties. his cock twitched below you when he realized which panties they were.
“you did that on purpose, didn’t you baby?” you moaned, hips grinding down on him again. “so fucking dirty. remember when you left them at mine? you have any idea how many times they were wrapped around my cock? jesus fucking christ—“ he cut himself off with a moan when you bunched your skirt up in the front, leaning back and pulling your panties to the side. his eyes widened, mouth open, gulping when your fingers circled your clit once.
“y’wanna fuck me, innie? cause i think i need a reminder on how good you fill me up” his eyes flutter closed, a low groan escaping him before he’s working the button of his pants open, pushing them down just enough. his hand settles on your hip again, pulling you forward until you’re positioned right where he needs you. you look into his eyes before you start sinking down, not because you needed consent, but because you would never miss seeing his face when he feels how tight you are. his. his only. his head falls back with a little whimper, and you lean down to kiss him as you take him deeper and deeper. “feels really good” you say against his mouth “so big, fuck”
your eyebrows furrow when he’s finally all the way inside, and you don’t wait a single second before you start moving, hips twitching as you find your rythym. “oh my god—fuck—“ he chokes out “that little pussy, she takes me so well, don’t ya baby?” he looks down when he says that, eyes locked onto how deep you take him “theeeere you go, see? she wanted me—“ he gasps when his own words result in you clenching around him, your lips open around a small moan.
“oh- oh my gosh, baby don’t stop— don’t stop and i’ll fucking fill you up, huh— fill you so you’ll be drippin’ the rest of the night, yeah? you’re mine, yeah? say— say it—everyone will know—“ “yours baby, yours, yours, ah fuck—“ you’re cumming around him before he can finish babbling about how full he wants you, and he follows right after “ah—fucking god— yyeah— that’s it, fuck me like that baby, right fucking there—“ he chokes on a gasp, squeezing your hips as he watches you, filling you right up and pushing you over another wave when you feel him twitch and spill inside you, warm and perfect.
you stay like that for a minute, and you break the silence. “so you don’t like my outfit?” he chuckles, a little embarrassed “i don’t like how much everyone else likes your outfit. but i loved to fuck you in it”
I was thinking the Jeongin fic could possibly be about like he gets jealous or like punishment style?
jealous type
pairing: jeongin x fem!reader
cw: smut (mdni!!), jealousy, established relationship, possessive behavior, a little toxic!jeongin, unprotected p in v, car sex, riding, barely any foreplay, porn without plot, perv!jeongin if you squint
a/n: i’m so fucking late with this, lord. i wrote it and i hated it so bad but now i went over it and rewrote some stuff, so i hope you guys will like it:)
now playing: jealous type - doja cat
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it was a ridiculous thing you had going on these past few weeks. you didn’t recognise the feeling before, or couldn’t really name it, but you knew you had a thing for when your boyfriend was mad. not at you, well, maybe a little at you, but mostly at other people for even looking at you. you weren’t sure that that’s what it was, maybe he just didn’t like public settings, or he didn’t like those people. but in your head, you loved to imagine him getting all worked up over you. over who gets to touch you, talk to you, look at you.
so when it was your friends birthday party, you went all out. your favourite miniskirt, the tiniest top, heels, leather jacket, hair blown out, the works. he didn’t say anything. he complimented you, sure, but it seemed dishonest. when you got there, his hand was already at the small of your back, guiding you and never letting go, not even when your friends came to hug you. he was never this touchy.
as the night went on, his touches became more noticable. he never left your side, always tucking your hair behind your ear while you were talking with someone, hand warming your knee and sliding up and down your thigh if you were laughing a little too hard at something. his breaking point was when this guy came up to you while he was getting you drinks. you seemed like you knew him, like maybe he was your friend, but the way you talked to him stopped him dead in his tracks.
he stared, mouth open as you bit your lips and the guy looked you up and down. it wasn’t subtle. and you knew he was watching. he placed the drinks down and cleared his throat, both you and the guy turning to look at him. “baby, i was just—“ you started, but didn’t get to finish “can we talk, please?” jeongin said firmly. the guy left, and you nodded. you followed him, biting your tongue at his angry expression. jeongin led you to a quiet corner of the bar, his expression stormy as he turned to face you. his hands were clenched into fists holding your jacket, like he was struggling to keep his anger in check.
"who the fuck was that?" he said, voice firm and quiet. you gulped. before you could answer, he continued “you know what the fuck you’re doing. every single guy here has been looking at you. and you like it, hm? you like the attention?” your lips parted, mouth going dry at his words. he stepped closer, hand still holding your jacket “answer me, baby. do you like them looking at whats mine?” you nodded carefully, hesitant.
without another word, he walked towards the exit. he didn’t need to tell you to follow him. you did anyway. his car door clicked open, you slid in the back seat and he followed. his lips were on yours before you could register it. you tilted your head, hand sliding to the back of his neck, and with a groan he deepened the kiss, hand sliding down to your skirt, squeezing your ass. you took the hint, slipping right into his lap, making him moan. you were always so obedient when it came to him. he broke the kiss to whisper against your lips “gonna need to remind you who the fuck you belong to, hm?” you nodded before he could finish the sentence.
he chuckled, hands on your shoulders and pushing your coat off. his lips settled on your neck, moving down to your collarbone, your cleavage. you were whining, hips twitching forward, his sounds working you up even more. “jeongin—please” you begged, squeezing his shoulder for balance. his hand slid below your skirt, squeezing the flesh of your ass again, fingers brushing your panties. his cock twitched below you when he realized which panties they were.
“you did that on purpose, didn’t you baby?” you moaned, hips grinding down on him again. “so fucking dirty. remember when you left them at mine? you have any idea how many times they were wrapped around my cock? jesus fucking christ—“ he cut himself off with a moan when you bunched your skirt up in the front, leaning back and pulling your panties to the side. his eyes widened, mouth open, gulping when your fingers circled your clit once.
“y’wanna fuck me, innie? cause i think i need a reminder on how good you fill me up” his eyes flutter closed, a low groan escaping him before he’s working the button of his pants open, pushing them down just enough. his hand settles on your hip again, pulling you forward until you’re positioned right where he needs you. you look into his eyes before you start sinking down, not because you needed consent, but because you would never miss seeing his face when he feels how tight you are. his. his only. his head falls back with a little whimper, and you lean down to kiss him as you take him deeper and deeper. “feels really good” you say against his mouth “so big, fuck”
your eyebrows furrow when he’s finally all the way inside, and you don’t wait a single second before you start moving, hips twitching as you find your rythym. “oh my god—fuck—“ he chokes out “that little pussy, she takes me so well, don’t ya baby?” he looks down when he says that, eyes locked onto how deep you take him “theeeere you go, see? she wanted me—“ he gasps when his own words result in you clenching around him, your lips open around a small moan.
“oh- oh my gosh, baby don’t stop— don’t stop and i’ll fucking fill you up, huh— fill you so you’ll be drippin’ the rest of the night, yeah? you’re mine, yeah? say— say it—everyone will know—“ “yours baby, yours, yours, ah fuck—“ you’re cumming around him before he can finish babbling about how full he wants you, and he follows right after “ah—fucking god— yyeah— that’s it, fuck me like that baby, right fucking there—“ he chokes on a gasp, squeezing your hips as he watches you, filling you right up and pushing you over another wave when you feel him twitch and spill inside you, warm and perfect.
you stay like that for a minute, and you break the silence. “so you don’t like my outfit?” he chuckles, a little embarrassed “i don’t like how much everyone else likes your outfit. but i loved to fuck you in it”
Jisung felt like he was going insane. Any second now.
The way their relationship worked, they never really got to the bottom of their arguments. If Minho said something Jisung didn’t like, Jisung got pissed. In his mind, Minho should already know why it bothered him, and he should apologize.
But Minho doesn’t do that. He doesn’t do that with anyone. And Jisung thinks.. well, maybe he’s not as special as he thought he was. So he lets it happen. He lets Minho sit with it, because he doesn’t have a better idea.
When they argue, Jisung is always the first to break the silence. He always is. Minho doesn’t know how to start conversations like that, and even if he tries, he’s sure he’ll just make it worse with every word. So he says nothing.
Not at practice.
Not while they’re filming.
Not even when they’re almost alone.
He doesn’t even text Jisung when he wants to watch something together.
Jisung tries. He really does.
But Minho won’t leave his mind. Not for a second. He keeps crying himself to sleep.
“Minho-hyung didn’t even look at me today,” he told Chan.
He tried talking to Minho. Asked if something was wrong. But Minho just said everything was fine, that it wasn’t Chan’s business.
So what the hell was the argument even about, you might ask?
Well… it’s kind of stupid. As I’m sure you could’ve guessed.
✦
TWO WEEKS AGO
It was just a joke at first.
Jisung said it with a grin, kind of half-laughing, head tilted:
“You should text first for once, hyung. I always do.”
Minho had rolled his eyes dramatically, like he didn’t care. Like he wasn’t even thinking about it before he answered.
“Then don’t.”
And Jisung had blinked. He smiled, nodded once, then-
“Okay.”
He was pissed. Minho left minutes after that, like he was the one angry, while Jisung was losing his mind. Did their friendship really not mean anything to Minho? Did he really feel that casual about saying stuff like that?
Or did he just mean Jisung should wait until Minho texts? Still, it was mean. And he definitely wasn’t dramatic
✦
So… that’s where they left off.
Jisung had thought a lot about Minho’s words since then, but the idea that maybe he meant he’d text first if Jisung didn’t. Well, that thought had fallen straight out the window. Minho didn’t text. Didn’t even talk.
Which made Jisung think something was genuinely wrong.
But then he’d see Minho laughing with the other members, like everything was fine, and it felt like a plot. A personal vendetta. Against him.
One day at practice, Felix struck up a conversation with Jisung. And no, they definitely weren’t gossiping. Not at all. Felix was just sharing how he felt around each of the guys, and Jisung mostly agreed.
Until Felix said something like-
“Minho-hyung’s been acting weird lately. Like… more distant than usual.”
Jisung nearly gasped. “So it’s not just me going crazy?” he whispered.
Felix chuckled. “No, Jisung. Something is really wrong with that man. But he won’t tell anyone. Have you asked him about it?”
Jisung blinked. “N-no, I mean… I didn’t think he’d want to talk to me.”
Felix looked genuinely confused. “What do you mean? You guys are closest, right?”
And Jisung had to stop and think. Are they still close?
No. But they were. Until Jisung had the audacity to ask Minho to text first sometimes. How dare he.
“Yeah, we were. But he doesn’t even look at me anymore,” Jisung finally admitted.
It was true. He didn’t look at him.
Not that Jisung would know, obviously. Because he wasn’t looking either.
But when Minho looks at you… you feel it. And he hadn’t felt it in a long time.
“Oh… I’m sorry, Jisung. I hope you guys talk it out,” Felix said softly, pulling him into a hug.
Oh, the ever-loving sunshine he is. Jisung didn’t even hesitate to hug him back.
And that was when he felt it. The stare.
But he brushed it off.
Because there’s no way Minho cares. Not now. But when he turned to look, Minho snatched his eyes away like he forgot he was looking, but knew he shouldn’t be. Jisung swallowed thickly, absolutely stunned. He looked. He looked at Jisung. How low can someones standards be??? For God’s sake. He shook himself out of the thought.
That night, they were sitting together at the dorm, all eight of them. They were talking, it was fun. It was normal.
Until it had to be ruined, obviously.
Chan nudged Minho. “Everyone says you’ve been awfully quiet lately. Even quieter than usual, which is saying something.”
Jisung didn’t look up from his phone. He pretended to scroll. Totally not listening.
“Yeah, hyung,” Seungmin added. “Even Jeongin talks more than you now. And that’s a big shift.”
Laughter. Jisung smiled like he had to. Like he would die of the akwardness if he didn’t. He looked at the floor like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.
Minho didn’t laugh. But he said, too casually:
“Maybe some people stopped talking to me”
The silence that followed? Absolutely horrid. Jisung’s head snapped up. Chan raised an eyebrow. Felix blinked.
“Whoa,” Hyunjin said quietly. “Drama?”
“No,” Minho said “Not drama”
It was beyond childish, what Minho said. They were children, yeah, but he had to know that wasn’t true, right? Jisung wasn’t the one who stopped talking to him. He had to know that.
And just like that, it was not normal anymore. Nor fun.
Jisung couldn’t enjoy the conversation, even if it moved on from Minho’s topic. It wasn’t possible for him to focus anymore, he couldn’t even hear what was going on.
Felix leaned over, and whispered- “Yo. You good?” and Jisung almost fell off his chair “Oh- yeah, I’m sorry, excuse me” he stood up, grabbing his bag and his phone, and he rushed out the door like his life depended on it.
Minho looked surprised, but pleased. That little shit thrived on the fact that he still had Jisung wrapped around his finger. But at the same time, he felt incredibly guilty that he said that.
He knew it wasn’t true, of course. But he just had to say something, otherwise he couldn’t get a reaction out of him. So, they both sat alone in their room, acting like they were in a terrible romance novel, until Jisung had enough.
He needed to tell Minho to fuck off and stop saying things that dont make sense. He also needed to smell him again. But that wasn’t as important.
✦
Jisung stood outside Minho’s door. He didn’t know what he was doing there. Didn’t know what he would say. He didn’t plan it. He doesn’t plan stuff. Ever.
He raised his fist to knock, then lowered it.
Raised it again.
Lowered it again.
The door opened.
Minho stood there, hoodie on, sweatpants hanging low. His expression wasn’t surprised.
Jisung blinked. “Oh. I was-uh-”
“Going to knock?” Minho asked.
“No.” Jisung lied. “Yes.” Pause. God. What was he even doing here?
Minho didn’t say anything. He just waited.
“I didn’t stop talking to you,” Jisung mumbled. “You stopped looking at me.”
A beat passed. Two.
“Yeah,” Minho said quietly. “Because looking at you was making it worse.”
Jisung couldn’t keep it in anymore. “I thought- when you said i should just stop texting first- I thought you meant you were going to text first. You said you would hyung. I thought you did” He said, out of breath. Then Minho’s eyes softened. Only for a second.
But Jisung saw it. He felt bad. He definitely did. He was on the verge of begging him to say something when he spoke.
“I was going to,” Minho said, looking at the ground. “But you seemed like you didn’t need me anymore.”
Jisung almost slapped him.
“Hyung- what?” He stood there, jaw hanging low. “That’s not the case. Why would you say that?”
“I know,” Minho murmurs, and Jisung almost doesn’t hear it.
“I couldn’t text you,” Minho says. “Because I knew once I did, I’d want everything back the way it was. And I wasn’t sure if you did.”
Now Jisung doesn’t know what to say.
He stands there, teary-eyed, face flushed, mouth open, head shaking side to side slightly.
“Why?” is all that leaves his mouth, his voice shaky.
“I don’t know,” Minho sighs.
“I don’t know, Jisungie.” He shakes his head.
Jisung steps back from the doorway.
They look at each other a second longer before Jisung walks away.
For God knows how long, again.
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