— it's solie, too.

𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴

[hansoleil]

— 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐖*𝐑𝐃: #𝐄𝟖𝟔𝟒𝐀𝐂_

╰ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒: “𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄?”

➤ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥 _ _ _ _ 01.

➤ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 _ _ _ _ 02.

[hansoleil]

WAIT for clarification what was cheol doing on his story that made reader break up? Or why did she break up w him??? Sorry i didn't piece it together THE SMUT DISTRACTED ME

hi anon! ok so about the lore: on his stories, he wasn't doing much (just regular i-just-got-single things)... they broke up bcs he was TOO jealous

[hansoleil]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “GAM3 BO1”.

— wonu × reader. — 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut. — 𝘄. 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3314. — 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: afab reader, gamer boyfie! wonwoo, some gaming slangs, orgasm denial, wonwoo sub, pain kink (?) & inappropriate language. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: this was originally a birthday special!

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. wonwoo plays and also gets played with.

The excited exclamations your boyfriend made you listen to were countless, all of them referring to a special event that would take place in his favorite game. Wonwoo sounded like a broken record: he kept repeating and rewording all the details about how, apparently, this would be oh-so-great for him to accumulate EXP (or whatever he called it), also ranting about how legendary all the limited "skins" he would be able to earn in the meantime were going be.

Being completely honest, most of these words didn't make any sense to you, but Wonwoo was happy and that automatically meant that you were too — aware of how much of a geek your boyfriend was when it came to gaming, you always made sure to show support for his interests. Not to mention it was adorable to watch: the bright eyes that stared at you from behind his glasses while he used an endless amount of neologisms to explain the same thing for the twentieth time made him look like a little boy — you felt like melting because of his cute behavior.

Only this time, little did you know what you were getting yourself into.

It all started out pretty well. Wonwoo was calm, he never made much noise, even while gaming. You took advantage of his business to take care of yourself and deal with some personal projects that were on hold — it was the weekend, though, there wasn't much to be done.

Every now and then you made sure to pamper your boyfriend with some snacks and a few stolen kisses. The man's attractiveness when playing was hard to ignore. His face, which, in most cases, remained expressionless, barely showed any kind of tension and this diverged perfectly with how fast his fingers seemed to tame the keyboard and mouse in a truly experienced way. Wonwoo also didn't talk much, restricting his words to what seemed to be instructions regarding the game and some cursing under his breath followed by a much faster movement of his hands — it was entertaining to watch.

The hours started to pass by and you began to wonder how long, on average, these events usually went on for. You had even gone out shopping with some friends of yours, returning early in order to have dinner with your boyfriend — only to find Wonwoo in the same position that you had left him, claiming he had already eaten a few snacks.

Despite trying your best, it was hard to hide your annoyance. You didn't want to be excessive, but you were a little needy when it came to your boyfriend. On the weekends, it was almost a physiological necessity to soak in his affection — since you didn't see each other much due to your busy schedule. Wonwoo was very aware of this, and even though he didn't give up on his own hobbies, he always took some time to pamper you.

That being said, you didn't go long without trying to gain his attention. Deepening the stolen kisses and even asking to sit on his lap — wanting his touch at all costs. And still, the man's hands wouldn't leave the damn game alone. It was a frustrating (and even a little humiliating) situation, you didn't know if Wonwoo had developed some kind of "tunnel vision" or if he was just doing a great job of ignoring you. All you knew was that you were inconveniently needy and your boyfriend's nonchalant attitude only made the situation worse.

And modern problems required creative strategies. However, there was nothing extraordinary in your plan; in fact, it was quite simple: Wonwoo was attracted to you and you were attractive.

Checkmate, right? It should be.

Starring in your grand scheme was one of the clothing items you had bought on your trip to the mall. Originally, you didn't plan on wearing it today — wanting to save it for a more special moment —, but Wonwoo wasn't helping your situation, so you had to resort to it. The pajama set was short, it barely covered your body. The shiny satin fabric adorned with delicate lace-like material. The details didn't matter, though. Wonwoo certainly wouldn't pay attention to them. There was even a lingerie set that matches everything, but it didn't fit the plans you had in mind.

Initially, your boyfriend's closed posture made you hesitant to speak. However you were convinced you wouldn't gain anything by staying silent:

"Baby?", was audible enough. The dark-haired man reached for his headset, pulling it away from one of his ears and clicking a button right after — probably muting the microphone.

"Hm?", he barely moved, but his fingers didn't stop.

"I bought that set I told you about."

"Did you, honey? That's great.", you doubted he had actually heard you say anything.

"Aren't you going to look?", your patience, that was already on the verge of slipping through your fingers, ran out once your boyfriend glared at you too quickly for your liking — he certainly hadn't seen anything. "What did you think, Wonwoo?", it was a test.

"You look beautiful, honey. You're always beautiful.", the statement was immediate. He muttered a curse word, he probably wasn't doing well in the game.

"You didn't even see it!"

"But I'm wearing glasses, babe.", he argued — too focused to be able to reason that this clearly wasn't the problem.

"I know, but you barely looked at me.", whining, bother hiding your disappointment anymore. You hated not getting what you wanted — you didn't feel like sharing your boyfriend with his computer today.

"I need to concentrate, honey. Can you wait for me just a little?', sensing he was walking on thin ice, he forced a sweet tone. Not wanting to argue anymore, you threw yourself on the bed dramatically. "I'm back, I was talking to my woman.", Wonwoo said, reactivating the microphone, but not even the affectionate nickname managed to soften you.

The nickname, by the way, had an interesting origin. Wonwoo started calling you that very early in the relationship. At first, you even tried to question him — it could cause confusion for those who didn't know that you two weren't nothing close to being married yet —, only to have all your arguments dismissed by a "you're a woman and you're mine, so I'm right.". And the conversation ended right there.

Fed up, reminiscing this and other memories, you fell asleep, tired of uttering sighs that were increasingly drawn out and theatrical. After all, he didn't even seem to hear them.

[...]

Waking up to the sound of the shower, you were quick to assume that you had won: you'd finally have your man back. The familiar silhouette that walked through the bathroom door made your mouth water. The colored LEDs that adorned Wonwoo's entire set-up didn't provide good lighting for the room, but they were enough to let you see the droplets of water running down his abdomen and melting at the hem of the towel that adorned the man's hips. You couldn't even remember the reason you were mad at him anymore, in fact you didn't know if you were actually mad at him.

You watched Wonwoo get dressed in loose shorts and a random hoodie. Unconsciously, you moved away, making more space for him on the bed. Your whole body was vibrating, mind full of all the “fun” you would have together.

The look of disappointment on your face when the man walked over to his computer without even sparing you a glance was laughable.

However, you were stubborn. You decided to give him the benefit of doubt: perhaps he had simply forgotten his glasses or wanted to turn the game off... perhaps both.

All your expectations were buried by the incessant clicking of the keyboard combined with the almost inaudible murmur of your boyfriend's voice — who probably still thought you were asleep. The annoyance seemed to return three times stronger and, to make matters worse, it was accompanied by undertones of revenge. You no longer felt capable of 'letting it slide.

Wonwoo had made an essential mistake as a player: forgetting he wasn't the only one capable of playing — you could join the game if you wanted. You were the perfect opponent, keeping him in the palm of your hand if you were motivated enough. Having all the man's weaknesses tattooed in your memory, you knew very well which buttons to press.

With a whole plan in mind, you carefully snaked your way to his gaming chair — even yourself got surprised with what your mind could come up with in situations like this, especially if Wonwoo was the target. You hid a twisted smile, your expression giving way to a more sleepy one. The man was not startled by your sudden appearance, he seemed to be able to hear what was happening in the entire room, even with his headphones on.

You used the same lazy and innocent mannerisms as earlier to ask for cuddles again. The man gave you space to sit on his lap unconsciously, he didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. That was excellent, you'd need this obliviousness to manipulate him. Besides, you knew that it wouldn't take much effort to have him where you wanted. Wonwoo was weak, you both knew that.

You started innocently, one or two kisses on his fragrant neck, the sweet aroma of the soap almost intoxicated you. You adjusted your position, your completely exposed crotch now sitting right on top of his covered cock — the thin layer of his shorts being the only barrier separating you. Maybe that made your intentions a little more obvious, since you earned a suspecting look from the man. You needed to be quicker, moving one side of the headset away, going straight to the point:

"You're so mean, Wonnie," you whispered as prettily as you could, hands going under his hoodie, the man's muscles tensed. "You didn't even give me attention today....", you nibbled on his ear, hearing him sigh — wanting to laugh at how sensitive he was. Your voice was soft, strategically choosing the side furthest from the microphone. "I spent the whole day thinking about you.", your sharp nails ran down his torso. "And I got so wet, Wonnie... I even had to change my panties."

"Bab-"

"Pay attention to the game, Wonwoo. Be quiet.", you warned and he huffed, remembering the damn microphone. "Had to play with my pussy until I came, babe. But it was so bad...", you whined, nails now too close to your boyfriend's pelvis. "I can't do it like you do, Wonnie. I can't go deep...", you slowly moved your hands away from his crotch, playing with the man's eagerness. "And you always go so deep, babe, always making me so full... I can still feel you when you're done.", your waist moved on its own, following the lascivious rhythm of the words.

It was ridiculously predictable you would end up as affected as the man, you just didn't imagine it would be so soon. Mind tormented by its own fantasies, you would even dare say that all the dirty talk was working more on yourself than on Wonwoo. You were shamefully wet, you could hardly believe it. Your boyfriend was to blame for all of this, if you weren't so in love with him you would say that your entire relationship only existed because you were dick whipped - something about him always throws you off balance.

"Answer your team, Nonu. I can hear them.", unable to contain your cocky smile, you listened to the chatter escaping through his headphones. You also didn't leave room for him to speak freely, nails running mercilessly along the man's chest — brushing against his sensitive nipples. Simultaneously, your waist didn't stop moving, grinding your pussy on the now evident shaft, you knew he could feel how hot you were.

"Fuck, I'll attack! Just wait for me to reload.", he rasped, his fingers moving in complete disorder on the keyboard.

"Such a good boy, Wonu. You look so cute being obedient.", you mocked. Wonwoo quickly let go of the mouse, just to give you a pinch on the waist — it was a warning, but you couldn't care less. "You don't like being obedient?", you giggled. He cleared his throat, a deep vibration reverberating throughout his torso. "Fuck, I love when you're like this, Wonnie.", rubbing your nose against the man's jaw, you noticed the smell of shampoo still hadn't left his body. "So dominant, yeah? But you get all weak when you're fucking me.", you left a short kiss on the corner of his lips.

You moved away a little so you could see the man's face, trying your best to not cover the screen behind you. Your hand sneakily got inside his shorts, it wasn't a difficult task to find the sensitive shaft. His heavy cock was leaking abundantly, ready to fuck you full.

"I was so horny earlier today, babe. So... Fuck, I came thinking about sucking you off, Wonnie.", the big body tensed, it wasn't hard to poke at his weaknesses. "You like it, right? Like when I swallow it all?", his eyes doubled in size behind his glasses, Wonwoo looked at you in disbelief. "What's wrong, love?", the question was rhetorical. "Do you want my mouth here,

Wonu? You're making such a mess in my hand... Want it so much...", your hand wrapped around his flushed length, jerking him off slowly.

The man's eyes almost closed. His waist forced itself against your hand, trying to fuck himself in the warm circle your fingers made. The clicks on the keyboard became increasingly spaced out. Wonwoo was biting his lips, it was so sexy to watch.

"But you were such a bad boyfriend today. I don't know if I still want to play with you.", you said, slowing down even more — still trying your best to be silent. His half-lidded eyes opened immediately, Wonwoo murmured an almost inaudible “please.”. The needy expression made your whole body heat up, he looked so defeated — you could see it on his face, he would do whatever you wanted.

"Wonwoo, Are your hands stuck in your fucking pants?! Use your fucking skill, dude.", an angry voice cut through the room, it was loud enough to reverberate through the headphones. Your boyfriend twisted his face in stress, repositioning the microphone near his mouth.

"Can't you fucking wait?! I got stunned.", he tried to justify himself, only now really paying attention to what was happening on the screen behind your body. You wanted to laugh, but you held it back. Squeezing his balls a little just to hear him choke out a broken sound — which he soon tried to hide with a fake cough. You returned to your initial position, now close to the man's ear.

"Why don't you compensate me, huh? Let me use your dick until I really cum this time? Do I deserve it, babe?", you asked, watching him nod in desperation. "Can I fuck myself on your cock until it hurts, Wonnie? Can I?", you almost moaned. Wonwoo thought he was going insane, he never hid how turned on your voice made him — and you had been using this information ever since you found it out.

Taking his dick out of his shorts as soon as he gave the green light to so. Your boyfriend tensed his abdomen, already overwhelmed. You made sure to spit in your hand loudly, just to see his cock spasm — also very aware of how dirty Wonwoo liked things to be. You sat on it without much care, he always opened you up so nicely. Fuck, you wish you could give it to him until he made you cry, but you had to contain your own impulses — having to follow through with your initial plan. His tip caused an uncomfortable pressure, you whimpered.

"I've wanted this all day...", you tried bouncing on it a few times, going slowly, taking him almost all the way out just to fit it all back in. All the teasing words got stuck in your throat — feeling so fucking good you couldn't even speak. The sensation intoxicated your brain. Heavy balls hitting the outside part of your pussy, making it clear he was all the way in.

You couldn't hold back anymore, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. You panted against his lips, almost fucking your tongue inside his mouth. Your boyfriend sucked on everything, as hungry as you were. The glasses were annoying, but no one seemed to care, focused on the obscene kiss.

"Wonwoo, I swear to God...", a masculine voice sounded again through the headphones.

"Fuck it.", he complained, finally losing his patience. Wonwoo muted the microphone completely, pulling the headphones carelessly until they were hanging around his neck. The game could go to hell, he would give up anything for you.

His big hands finally freed themselves from the keyboard, going straight to your ass — he wanted to make you fuck yourself harder. You managed to get away from his grip, looking at him as a warning. He understood, placing his palms on the chair. His needy face was almost adorable, lips didn't even close, panting in a desperate way.

"Baby, harder, yeah? Just a little more...", you slowed down on purpose, now only grinding on it, filled to the brim. "Fuck, not like that... let me fuck you, please? Baby, please..."

"Make me cum, Wonnie.", you whimpered right beside your boyfriend's ear, he obeyed immediately. His skillful fingers soon got between your bodies, Wonwoo knew how to play with your body like no one else. He rubbed your little clit tenderly, pinching it every now and then just to see your body jump. "Just like that... Fuck, babe...", your body was already numb, but you still moved your waist quickly. Your head was emptying, but you felt so full. You wanted to have the strength to ride him harder, but your legs were already shaking. "Gonna fucking cum... Wonnie..."

Your weak body halted, soon convulsing in your boyfriend's lap. The sensation took over you completely, even letting out a soft chuckle out of pure pleasure. Trying to fight the sensitivity, you started riding him again — there was something you needed to finish. Wonwoo grunted softly, his eyes didn't even open anymore. Face frowned, body sweating, you could even hear his breath hitching. He was close, very close.

You felt his cock spasm, taking it as a sign to simply pull him out of you, without giving any warnings. Wonwoo was startled by the action, opening his eyes in a somewhat comical way. He looked at you completely confused, his mouth moving without knowing what to say.

Acid, you gasped loudly in an exaggerated way. Your mouth opened in a perfect "O", imitating your boyfriend's expression of surprise - as if you were as shocked as he was. Wonwoo looked at you confused, his lost eyes making it clear he didn't know what to do. It didn't take long for your “surprise” to fade into a mocking laugh.

"What's wrong? Did I interrupted you?", wicked, you fixed the glasses on his face - they were crooked, almost falling down his nose. You tried to get up from his lap and the man grabbed your waist in a possessive way, you stopped him almost immediately — hands pulling his own to place them on the chair again. "Don't even try," you scolded, eyes fixed on his pained face. Kissing his flushed cheek, you finally stood up. "Have a nice game, Wonnie."

The man's eyes were completely empty, he had never felt so disoriented. All his senses were heightened in an uncomfortable way. His cock throbbed painfully, leaking a sticky liquid. The voices through his headset were barely audible, while Wonwoo stared at the bright screen adorned with a reddish emblem that read "DEFEAT.”

# — © 2025 hansoleil ᯓ★ masterlist.

[hansoleil]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “rumor”.

— wonu × reader. — 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut (?) — 𝘄. 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1605. — 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: afab reader, heavily suggestive, dirty talk, dom(ish) wonwoo, alcohol, spanking (mention), reader is called a "slut" & inappropriate language. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: this one was complicated to translate

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. there was a rumor going around.

“You two act like virgins.”

Wonwoo pondered over the phrase for the umpteenth time since you got home. The funny thing is that he did it as if the subject was truly worthy of reflection, as if it was important.

"... act like a virgin.", is there such a thing as acting like a virgin? Whatever that was — Soonyoung had to be making this up. Wonwoo had never heard anything like it.

The TV remote seemed to be part of the contemplation, as it rested in his hand. The monitor was off, suggesting that he had forgotten to turn on the television — actually, it was better this way. Who the hell decides to watch TV at three in the morning?

"Aren't you going to bed?", you reappeared in the room, now wearing one of your boyfriend's shirts — had gotten rid of the dress you wore for the whole night. You sat on his lap without care, as if sitting there was a birthright. He shook his head slowly, the distant look behind his glasses making it clear he had barely heard you. "Something's wrong?"

Wonwoo hesitated for a few seconds, he was afraid of sounding stupid. And it was stupid. He knew that.

"Do we act like virgins?", he looked too cautious and serious for such a stupid question. You burst out laughing, there was no way to stop it.

"You gotta be joking... you really took that seriously?"

"I didn't... I'm just thinking about it," he tried to dodge the question, but his thoughts were see through.

"But does it matter?"

"I don't know.", the dramatic pause after the phrase took away all his credibility. "Maybe.", in other words, yes.

"Soonyoung was drunk, babe. And he's just not used to being around people who act decently.", you pecked his lips, bumping on his glasses along the way.

"He's not?"

"Of course not. He was literally sitting next to Mingyu, for God's sake.", you added. Mingyu had a reputation of always disappearing with his girlfriend whenever your friend group went out — and everyone knew the reason for their sudden disappearance. Wonwoo agreed, but still didn't seem to have changed his mind. He thought for a few seconds before speaking again.

"Still... do you think I act like a virgin?", you felt like laughing, but managed to stop yourself. Wonwoo had rare moments of being paranoid — usually about silly things. And you loved to play with his mind on these occasions.

"Hmm.", you humed, pretending to think. "Just a little bit.", you made a pinch gesture with your fingers, simulating quantity.

"A little bit?", he seemed in disbelief and somewhat offended.

"Yeah."

"What do you mean?"

"It's just that you're so quiet whenever there's people around us, babe. Sometimes it even seems like you're scared of me.", you shrugged, trying to make the explanation seem casual — you would never admit it, but part of it was kind of true. "Upset?", you tried to hide the teasing tone.

"No.", yes. And it would get even worse.

"They must think I'm the one who's wearing the pants in this relationship, Wonnie. Like I'm used to ordering you around.", now that was clearly a lie.

"Try it.", he replied immediately. You let out a "hm?" in confusion. "Order me around.", he clarified. "You know very well what happens.", his gaze heavy. It was complicated to mess with Wonwoo, but you knew what buttons you had to push.

"So you really got upset, Wonnie? I thought you didn't care about that.", you played with his hair, dismissing your previous comment.

"I don't care. I'm just curious about the way people see me.", he shrugged.

"I talked to the girls about you, by the way. They asked me what you're like in bed...", you didn't think you would share this information with your boyfriend any time soon, but it felt right.

"And what did you say?", he sounded skeptical, hands pressing against your thighs out of reflex.

"Nothing really. You said it yourself you'd rather be reserved about these things."

"They didn't question it?", according to Wonwoo's calculations, the presence of Soonyoung's girlfriend in the conversation might have contributed to the “virgin couple” rumors.

"Of course they did. But then I said we hadn't done much yet, and they just let it go.", it was an interesting memory. You still remember their faces looking a little too shocked, probably thinking you were too innocent to be taking part in that conversation. "It was funny, I came off as a saint."

"Yeah? Wait for them to find out how much you love to get your pussy slapped.", Wonwoo didn't seem very impressed, but your dumbfounded face was enough to get him out of that state — you didn't expect Wonwoo to attack you out of nowhere. "What? Am I lying? I've never seen you cum without getting spanked."

"Of course I can cum without getting spanked.", you retorted, still a little shaken by the sudden switch-up.

"Not with me.", he clarified, tidying the stray strands of your hair in a condescending way. "If I don't treat you like a slut, you won't stop bothering me.", he reminded you lovingly, a sinister smile appearing. "Oh, maybe I should tell Soonyoung that.", it was a bluff, you knew.

"You wouldn't have the courage."

"No? But it's the only way to get rid of this “virgin couple” reputation, love.", he squeezed your jaw with one of his hands, so carefully you barely noticed. "Just imagine: what will he think hearing me talk about how wet you get when I slap your face, hm?", he simulated two slaps on your cheek, as if proving his own point. "Or should I tell him about how I fucked your pretty mouth at his birthday party?", still acting out the speech, his fingers also followed, brushing their tips against your lips. Your body had already heated up completely, Wonwoo knew what he was doing.

"Are you really gonna tease me?"

"I'm just talking to you.", he replied in a corrective tone, as if all of this was really just a simple conversation. "We also need to fix things with your friends. You're not a saint at all...", he looked at you hungrily, knowing you would give in to any of his wishes. "Although I like that you know how to keep your mouth shut, love. My slut doesn't have to show off."

"Your slut?", you asked in disbelief.

"Mine.", he confirmed. "The only one I have."

"I'm not a slut.", even though you hated admitting it (or at least pretended to): you were— especially to Wonwoo.

"Oh no? But I bet you're already wet just by talking to me. That's what a slut would do, love.", you hated him so much in those moments, hated that he was right.

"Why don't you go fuck yourself?"

"Upset?", he repeated your words, almost laughing at your angry expression. "You've been thinking about fucking me since the beginning of this conversation, haven't you? Your act don't fool me.", he tilted his face, the smug smile only growing.

"Wonwoo-"

"No. Listen to me... what if I tell everyone that my little virgin opens her legs for me anywhere, hm?", he threatened to kiss you, rubbing his nose against yours. "That she's a fucking addict. And can only sleep after I fill her little pussy.", he whispered the last part, Wonwoo knew it was fucking filthy and liked to pretend he cared about that.

And you, who couldn't stand a chance at your boyfriend's mercy, already felt feverish. Shivering all over, your body seemed to ache with need for him, for the things that only he was able to do to you. Squeezing his rigid shoulders, you tried to move on his lap — aiming to sit on the tempting bulge that appeared in the loose pants he was wearing. But, for your displeasure, Wonwoo was an insufferable person who just couldn't let you get what you wanted. He squeezed your thighs firmly, keeping you still.

"Wonnie, don't be like this...", you whimpered. "Let me, please. Just a little bit..."

"Let you what?"

"Let me-", you tried to move again, convinced you could. Your boyfriend squeezed you tighter. "Damn it!"

"You're not being clear, love."

"I want you. Fuck me, just a little...", you whined, puppy eyes glistening.

"Oh really? Want me to put you on all fours here on the couch? Or is it better to let you sit on me, hm? Then I can slap this pretty face all you want, love. It's better this way, isn't it? Do you want it like this?", he said softly, your brain unable to process his calm manner. The ache between your legs being the only thing you could focus on, didn't even care about anything else.

Actually, there was something else on your mind. It was all you wanted.

"Yes, Wonnie. However you want, please..."

"However I want? Are you that desperate, my love?", he gasped in a theatrical state of surprise. All you could do was nod, hands running over his torso. "You know I could give you what you want... but I can't ruin the rumors, love.", staring at him in confusion, you didn't know what he meant by that. "You said it yourself. Since I'm oh-so-quiet and... what was it again? I'm also scared of you, right?", he justified.

There's no way, it had to be a joke.

"Then I can't give you what you want, my love."

"Won-"

"Try stepping over my words and it I'll get worse.", he interrupted. "I'll leave you without it for even longer.”

# — © 2025 hansoleil ᯓ★ masterlist.

[hoshingi]

high praise from guy who did a 6-hour live

[hansoleil]

eiii td bem? ensina como vc colocou o link do seu blog principal na sua descrição pfvv 😭 to apanhando p esse app

oi, meu bem! eu segui o tutorial que tá nesse link aqui e a única ressalva é que acredito que só dá pra fazer no computador (a versão mobile do tumblr não tem a interface do tutorial)

[hansoleil]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “downfall”.

— cheol × reader. — 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut. — 𝘄. 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3787. — 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: afab reader, toxic ex!cheol, unprotected sex, alcohol, jealousy, choking, a few slaps, oral (f. receiving), anal (just a mention) & inappropriate language. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: so about my obsession with ex-boyfriends...

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. cheol is your downfall and vice-versa.

Seven minutes. It had been exactly seven minutes since your night had been ruined. The name of the catastrophe? Choi Seungcheol. Your friends tried to convince you otherwise: it wasn't the end of the world to meet him here. But you were hardheaded. It's one thing to see the screenshots of his stories — that your friends casually sent you with the pure intention of cursing him out in every possible way — and it's another completely different thing to meet him in person for the first time in three weeks.

Everything was going well... a little too well — you should have seen something coming. One minute you were walking to the bar all happy, ready to order another one of those colorful drinks that made you lose a bit of your moral sense, and the next thing you know, you're running into a certain individual who didn't seem really happy to see you there. It was like seeing a ghost, you were sure your expression was mortified.

Now your party companions were trying to bring you back to your senses. There was no reason to feel intimidated by his presence: you were an adult and single, period. From afar, it looked like Rocky Balboa's team instigating him to win another fight. You were waiting for the moment when someone would hand you two boxing gloves and a mouth guard, but it didn't happen — too bad, you would have loved to beat Seungcheol up (he deserved it). The point was: you weren't going to let him ruin your fun. You had agreed to come with the sole intention of moving on, because it was about time.

That was it: tonight Seungcheol didn't exist.

Your biggest problem, however, was to prove to yourself that he, in fact, "didn't exist". Getting him out of your system wasn't an easy thing, not at all. He still left you disoriented without even having to talk to you and that was a bad sign — despite all the time you were apart, you didn't seem to be anywhere near getting over him.

You needed a distraction. Any pretty face would do, after all you didn't want anything serious, just someone who would make you stop thinking for a bit. Sneakily, you separated yourself from your friends, assuring them that you were fine and were just going to look for something to keep your mind busy.

Finding an interesting target wasn't a difficult task, you soon spotted a dark-haired guy leaning against one of the walls in the corner of the club. Judging by his look and posture, he seemed to be looking for the same thing you were: fun. At first, it was hard to approach him and start a conversation. The last person you had flirted with was Seungcheol — your flirting was a little rusty. But since the man also seemed to like you, it didn't take long for him to reciprocate your intentions.

Chatting away... you admitted that besides being handsome, he was also funny — had chosen so well, you wouldn't mind making out with him if the opportunity arose. You took another sip of your drink, still smiling at another one of the blatant pick-up lines he just kept throwing at you. You were hooked on his charming smile, but found it strange how quickly the man's expression turned into one of confusion out of the blue.

Was there something wrong with your hair? Maybe you had messed it up a bit. You raised one of your hands, trying to fix any possible stray strands. The air stopped in your lungs as you felt something wrap around your wrist, followed by a wet nudge on the palm of your hand — which you assumed to be a kiss.

"Princess?", the voice closer than you had anticipated. Okay. So the pressure you felt around your body was not a ghost. In fact...

"Che- Seungcheol?", was "surprised" the correct description? No, maybe "shocked" would fit the situation better. You couldn't understand. You had definitely seen him — you even had the impression that he made sure you knew he was there. But you didn't think he would have the audacity to come close to you.

"Found you, huh? Were you hiding from me, babe?", the loud music didn't refrain you from listening and you knew that your new "admirer" was also able to hear — the embarrassed behavior of the man in front of you wasn't helping you think. "Do you want to introduce me to your... friend?", you couldn't see it, but Seungcheol's face expressed disdain in every detail.

"What are you doing here?", dismissing all his previous questions, you opted to ask one yourself. His hand had already released your wrist and was now resting on your waist, as if it was only natural for him to do so.

"I'm taking care of you.", it had been a while since you last heard him this close, and it wasn't doing your mind any good.

"Do you know him?", a third voice broke through the bubble that surrounded the two of you. You barely had time to open your mouth when Seungcheol interrupted:

"Clearly, she does. And you? Who are you?", he spat the words as if the interruption was completely unwanted — and it really was.

"Wasn't talking to you. Do you know him, ____?", the other man retorted without taking his eyes off yours.

You were nervous. It felt like you were put up against a wall. Nodding, you mumbled a soft 'yes'.

"Still, do you want me to get you out of here?", he offered. Seungcheol let out a low chuckle, a shiver running down your spine. You felt him release your waist, as if he was letting you free to choose.

"Do you wanna go with him or do you want to talk to me, princess?", he took a step back, hands now inside his pockets. It was just an act, Seungcheol didn't doubt your answer for even a second. He knew the choice had already been made as soon as he saw you for the first time that night.

"I'm sorry.", you whispered to the man in front of you, feeling the need to disguise an indecisive expression on your face — as if you really needed to ponder the fact. Turning around embarrassed, you tried doing anything and everything to avoid looking directly at Seungcheol's smug expression. He shrugged at the other man as if to say "well..."

You were starting to wonder if you had given in too easily—but who were you trying to fool? It was Seungcheol.

[...]

The hand placed on the lower part of your back guided you to the bathroom. Avoiding looking around, afraid you were being observed by one of your friends — you didn't need anyone else questioning your morals, your brain was already taking care of that. Being the first to enter the room, you leaned on the sink counter while Seungcheol locked the door.

"Be quick. What is it you want to tell me?", arms crossed, you had finally breathed enough to be able to at least pretend not to be distressed by his presence.

"Oh, me?", he looked up, pretending to think. "I wanted to say that...", he approached you stealthily, as if you were going to attack him at any moment. "...that I miss you.", he confessed, already very close, threatening to put his hands on your waist.

"You made that stupid scene outside just to tell me you miss me?", you questioned incredulously, hated knowing he didn't have a plausible reason for dragging you here.

Well, he did have a reason, but one that you didn't want to hear.

"Missing you isn't enough?", he pouted. You took his hands off your waist as quickly as he put them there.

"No. It's not."

"You're being too cruel."

"And you're playing coy. Say it, Seungcheol. Why did you bring me here?", the use of his name was intentional, he needed to feel cornered in order to admit his own truths. The man sighed in exasperation. Bingo.

"Because I didn't want you near him. Is that what you wanna hear?", he faked a bored expression and that was enough to aggravate you more.

"That's your fucking problem! Do you like acting like an idiot or something? That's exactly why we broke up.", Seungcheol was like that before the relationship started, you don't even know why you expected anything different from him.

"And you think it's safe to trust a guy you just met?", he tried to turn the situation around on you.

"I'm old enough to decide what to do with my own life. I already told you to stop trying to control me, it's ridiculous."

"What's ridiculous is you pretending you didn't want to be here. I didn't force you to come with me, so why all this drama?", it hurt you to admit he had a point, you could have said "no".

"What if I hadn't come, Seungcheol? What would you do?", you both seemed to love rhetorical questions.

"I would have to leave in order to not beat that son of a bitch. Simple as that.", the threat didn't scare you — it wasn't odd of him. Seeing Seungcheol jealous was like finding a fork in the kitchen: trivial. There was no surprise in that.

"Do you hear how stupid you sound? It doesn't make any sense! You don't own me. If I wanted to be with him, I would."

"And do you want it?", he asked immediately, you avoided his eyes at the question — there was no need to answer. His hands went to your waist once again, but you didn't stop him this time. "Look at me, princess. How long are you going to keep pretending? I know you miss me too.", his face was now close, you could feel his warm breath hitting your skin.

"Seungcheol-"

"Cheollie.", he corrected. "Have you forgotten already, babe? It's been so long since I took care of you, right?", Seungcheol pecked your lips, smiling when he saw you getting closer — wanting more. Hand trailing gently between your legs, caressing your sensitive bud over your panties. "Missed me, yeah?", if you were more inexperienced you would think the man was talking to you — but you knew very well he was talking to your pussy, a strange habit. "Are your little fingers enough, princess?"

"Yes.", you agreed, trying to sound convincing.

"You sure you're not lying? I can see it on your face, princess. Getting all squirmy just listening to my voice.", he lifted your dress and picked you up carefully, placing your body on the counter. "When was the last time someone else played with this little pussy, baby?", already taking off your panties, as if it was usual. Pursing your lips, you weren't able to answer. "I was the last one, wasn't I?", he chuckled — his sounding more like a statement than a question. "It's no fun having sex with someone who doesn't know how to fuck you properly, right?", you could only think about how Seungcheol seemed to talk too much — part of it was true and the other part was a result of your wounded pride, you hated the fact that he was right. You frowned, irritated. "What's wrong? Do you think that bastard outside can make you this wet?"

"How about you just shut the fuck up and get on with it?" you barked, horniness and irritation fighting for the center stage of your brain.

"You've been without me for just a little and you're already being bratty again?", his fingers caressing your folds in a feather-light touch. "Do I need to remind you of your place?" he questioned, slapping your clit as a warning. Your body tensed, relaxing when you felt the same fingers massaging the swollen bud.

He carefully worked you open with two fingers, his eyes trained on yours. The man smiled as soon as he felt how drenched you were. Thrusting a few times, he watched your face contort. Cheol slowly withdrew them, putting the same fingers inside your mouth. You showed no resistance, cleaning them up. He bent down with a spark in his face, loving your expectant expression. And that was the last thing you saw, eyes closing as soon as Seungcheol practically swallowed your pussy.

His restless tongue stimulating you in a sloppy movement, dipping inside your hole with easy, drool dripping everywhere. Your hands grabbed his hair as he captured your little clit between his lips, sucking it in a way that made your skin crawl. You moaned softly, not understanding how you had managed to stay without him for so long. He stood up slowly, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your body.

Seungcheol wrapped your face between his hands, pulling you into a kiss full of yearning. It was a bit of a mess, he acted like he would never be able to kiss you ever again. You could feel the desire and desperation mixed together — it was driving you insane. You did what you could to reciprocate, feeling lost now that he was starting to steal your oxygen. A rustling noise echoed on the room, followed by the sound of a zipper. He left your lips for a few seconds, just enough to guide his tip to your glistening slit. He went back to the kiss, both of you moaning sensitively as he sunk down on you.

Seungcheol seemed to have lost his arrogant demeanor, growling vulnerable against your lips, thrusting with need. He was indecisive, torn between kissing you properly and fucking you the way he wanted. Your body shivered with everything, you felt stretched open — him deep inside you. Kissing him felt like breathing again, but there was another part of you that seemed to be much more needy for Seungcheol — and it was to this part that you decided to give in. You broke the kiss with difficulty, the man didn't want to let go of you. Placing your palms behind your body to support your weight, you opened your legs even more.

"Fuck me...", you mumbled, breath hitching. You heard the man grunt as he grabbed your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter. His thrusts grew harsher, almost animalistic. Bodies burning more, the wet sound from when your bodies collided buzzing inside your ears. You surprised yourself when you came, the wave of pleasure intoxicating your mind. Legs trembling, throwing your head back, not knowing what to do with yourself.

Dizzy, you called out to him. Your arms no longer had the strength to support your body weight, you could feel them shaking as you tried to stay in the same position. The man's hands forcing your legs open didn't help you much either.

"Open up for me," he demanded with authority. Seungcheol didn't even need to explain, you already knew what he meant — you were used to it, you'd done it more times than you could remember. You rested your forearm completely on the cold marble, afraid you'd fall if you tried to support yourself with just one hand, your torso lowering as a consequence. You felt him withdrawing in a slow movement, the man knew that this caused you a tingling sensation — he did it just to see your face twisting.

Your trembling hand went down to your spent pussy as soon as he finally pulled out completely. Fingers separating your folds, fully "opening up" to Seungcheol.

"Fuck, just like that...", he started jerking off vigorously, eyes focused on the middle of your legs. The crease between his eyebrows became more evident, mouth opening with sensitivity, letting his breath escape unhindered. You watched him guide the tip right to your hole, knowing exactly what was coming. Your walls tightened against nothing when he finally came, making sure to spill it right on top of your pussy - he didn't even close his eyes, just to watch his cum dripping.

His hand closed around your neck without much pressure, just to pull you in for a dirty kiss.

He devoured your lips skillfully, biting and sucking on them with hunger. Using his tongue in an obscene way, as if he was fucking your mouth with it — even smiling while at it, because he knew you thought the same way. You were so blissed out, you almost didn't notice when his other hand slipped between your legs again. His two fingers collecting the dripping whitish liquid and sticking it inside your hole. You tried to grab Cheol's wrist, still too sensitive. It was no use, he was clearly stronger than you, continuing to stimulate you with ease.

"Trying to waste it, princess? Then I'll have to give you more.", he whispered against your lips, still smiling at the way you tried to refuse his fingers. "Turn that ass for me.", he patted your thigh to reinforce the command — a not-so-strange possibility popping up in your mind. What if he...? Your eyes widened and he had the audacity to laugh at your expression. "That's not what I meant, princess... not today, at least.", he lifted an eyebrow. "And don't act like this, I know you miss that too.", he tried to contain his laughter. "Don't worry, I'm just playing with this little pussy today.", he assured you, sticking the tip of his thumb in your used hole. "Hurry."

You sighed, struggling to lift your tired body from the counter. He helped you as soon as he lost patience with your slowness. It didn't take long for you to finally be facing the mirror, feeling his rigid body pressed against yours. Looking in the mirror, you couldn't be startled by your state, the man behind you had already ruined you so many times it wasn't even worth the surprise anymore.

"You look so fucking hot like this, princess.", he nuzzled your neck affectionately, his strong arms surrounding your waist. "All worn-out after getting fucked so good, right?", he now massaged your breasts carefully. "Do you like being like this, babe? Looking all dumb for my cock?", his tone made you wet in a very embarrassing way. Seungcheol wasn't drunk, but it was noticeable that he had had a drink or two — he was too uninhibited, too cruel.

"Cheollie..."

"Do you like it?" he squeezed your nipples painfully, demanding an answer.

"I do."

"Now, it wasn't so hard, was it? Gonna fuck you a little more, princess. So you can remember who owns this pussy.", he gave two or three light slaps, reaffirming his own words. Seungcheol used his legs to force yours open, thrusting himself inside you easily — you were still drenched, his previous actions helping the process. You felt your legs weaken. Knowing it wouldn't be long before you came again you decided to play with your luck. You were one of the few people in the world who, in their right mind, had the courage to play with Seungcheol's ego.

"You don't own me.", you forced the words out between gasps — having him so deep inside you didn't help you with your diction.

"Repeat it.", he sounded stern and that only made your situation worse. "I told you to repeat it.", the force of his thrusts increased. You had to hold your own body weight with your palms, otherwise you would've fallen face first on the counter.

"Cheol..."

"You can't even speak and still think you can decide anything?", he chuckled smugly.

The growing pleasure was overwhelming your senses to the point you felt like crying. Arching your body even more, squirming with how good he was fucking your pussy. You whimpered softly, trying to contain yourself. Your body was pulled swiftly, the man's chest now completely glued to your back. His pace was now slower, but the thrusts were still harsh — slow and strong. Your eyes squeezed shut, you didn't know how much more you could take.

"Open your eyes.", as always, the command came with something to inflict a little pain on you, this time your hair was the target. It was far from being effective, only making you squeeze your eyes tighter. "Fucking open it or I'll stop."

Now that was effective. You obeyed with difficulty, glimpsing one of the most filthy scenes you had ever seen. Seungcheol gave you a depraved look through the reflection of the mirror. Your body shaking, breasts bouncing as he fucked you, promiscuous. The sound of your skin clashing echoing through the bathroom also didn't help. His hand trailed up to your neck, closing itself against your throat again.

"So I don't own you, right?", he whispered, his orbs still staring at yours through the reflection.

"N-no.", you don't know where you found the strength to keep teasing, being so close to come undone again.

"But who's making your little pussy cum? Hm?", he squeezed your neck, very pleased with your face. "Are you letting someone else fuck you by any chance? I bet you didn't.", his calloused fingers caressed your clit, your eyes almost rolling back. "You wouldn't do that, would you, babe? You're not a slut...", he whispered the last part, he knew it was degrading — and, even worse, he knew it turned you on. "You only know how to act like a little slut with me, right, princess? I didn't even need to try much. It was so easy making you give it to me.", he slapped your thighs a few times, as if reprimanding you for the mentioned fact — totally contradictory. "But it's just because you love me, yeah?", he groaned softly, pushing himself deeper. You nodded, your eyes closed, completely surrendered. "Do you love me? Say it.", he growled close to your ear, feeling you cumming. Your pussy gushed again, body shaking as you climaxed.

"I love you.", it was just a weak whisper, but you knew he had heard it — the big smile he gave you in the reflection made it quite clear. You felt him thrust a few more times, staying close when he finally filled you up, cumming deep inside you. A chaste peck was left on your shoulder.

"Such a pretty girl...", he admired your ruined state in the mirror. You looked exhausted, whoever saw you would be able to assume what Seungcheol had done to you. "I love you so much, princess... will you stay with me, baby? Will you let me take care of you again?", his tone was pleading, big eyes seemed to shine more than ever.

You didn't need much time to think, this choice had also been made along with the first one. You were never in a position to deny Seungcheol anything.

The two of you were each other's downfall.

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★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “chris”.

— chan × reader. — 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut. — 𝘄. 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2217. — 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: afab reader, unprotected sex, creampie, dry humping, daddy kink, degradation & inappropriate language. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: i love me an obsessed ex-boyfie [🍽]

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. you can't get over chris.

The studio door unlocked with an electronic noise. You didn't make a fuss about entering — it wasn't your first time there, and it probably wouldn't be your last.

"Took you long enough.", he mumbled without bothering to turn around.

"There was too much traffic," you threw your bag on the couch behind him, sitting there right away. The sound of the keyboard echoed in the room for a few more minutes, as if it was inside your head. There was no room for shame, you'd been in this position more times than you'd like to admit.

The chair finally turned around, letting you see the man for the first time that week. Okay. Maybe there was room to feel ashamed. You followed his eyes scanning your body from head to toe, lingering on your legs that were barely covered by the short dress you were wearing — it used to be his favorite, you didn't expect a different reaction.

"So? What have I done to deserve the honor of your presence?", the sweet tone dripped with sarcasm, as if the cynical smile wasn't already a great indicator.

"Cut it, Christopher.", you weren't in the mood to entertain his jokes today. His shameless laughter made you question whether being there was really a good idea, but unfortunately, you needed him.

"Oh, you mad, princess? No need to stress. I'll fix your issue right now." he pressed his tongue against his cheek, smiling mischievously — he was always a tease. He spread his legs even wider, settling himself in the chair. Chan looked at you as if he expected something from you, smiling when he noticed your shyness. "Are you gonna just sit there? We both know why you're here." conceited, he said as if it was obvious (and it really was). You stood up, feeling even more embarrassed, but didn't exactly know why — Chris knew how to make you shy, even after so long. "Take off your panties while you're at it." You gave the man an offended look, as if he had insulted you. "What? You wanna get fucked, don't you?" the man let out a chuckle. You reluctantly took off your panties, there's no arguing with facts, and sat on his lap right after.

Your body and mind felt like two different entities that didn't have the same goal. There was a voice in your head telling you how wrong that was, but you could barely hear it. At the end of the day, it was Christopher. And, somehow, he was still yours. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with it. Not with you in his lap.

Grinding against him like a kitten, your nose pressed to his jawline, breathing in his scent. Chris always had a "manly" scent, you couldn't really explain what it was, but it turned you on — and that was the biggest problem when it came to the man: everything about him turned you on and you feared you'd never be able to let him go.

"Why are you so needy, princess? Your little boyfriend can't handle you?", he asked mockingly. His skilled hands lifted your dress so he could knead the soft skin of your ass — he was obsessed with that part of you, squeezing and playing with it whenever he could.

"He's not my boyfriend, Channie. I only went out with him a few times," you justified the fact for the thousandth time in god knows how long. There was no point, you knew Chris would still bring this up in the future.

"So you should stop giving hope to the poor guy. He must think he has a chance with you," he looked at you smugly. Chris was convinced that he was the only man for you — the fact that you had returned to his lap once again only confirmed the theory.

"I like him though...", it was a lie. You said it just to mess with the man's ego, because even if he knew the truth, he would still feel a little threatened.

"Oh, do you?", his voice full of disbelief. "So you're calling him when you want to fuck? Tell me.'", one of his hands grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "What's the point of breaking up with me if you can't get off my dick, hm?", his eyes fixed on yours made your body shiver.

Christopher's pretty lips were all you could pay attention to, trying to get closer, as if they were calling your name. He knew how obsessed you were with his lips — no wonder why you kissed him every five minutes when you were still together. Having that in my mind, you were sure of how merciless his next actions were. Your movements were suddenly stopped, the man's hand tangled in your hair, keeping you in place.

"No.", the warning came coldly, but not enough to hide how pleased he seemed with your disappointed expression. "There's no point in making that face either. "No feelings" remember?", he reminded you of the rule you made sure of repeating every time you asked to meet him. "You're the one who wanted it to be like this.", it was painful for him and he wanted it to be for you too. Despite missing your lips as badly as you did, he would deny it, because maybe that would force you to take him back — you both knew he was trying to wear you down, but you were too stubborn.

"Chris, you said that-"

"I said I was going to fuck you, I never said anything about kissing you. You're not my girlfriend, remember that too?", irritated, he interrupted you. It was stressful having to continue with this dynamic just because that's how you wanted it to be. Chris was aware of your reasons, but what was the point of not taking him back if you always ended up at the same place every time? Christopher wasn't able to understand. He had already made a thousand promises in order to change himself, to be better for you... but none of them seemed to convince you. On the other hand, he also wanted to have the courage to get over you and end things for good. However, nothing seemed to overcome how fucking crazy he was about you.

You nodded in defeat, the sadness in your expressions almost making Channie give in. Almost. But he knew just how to fix your disappointed face. The man hurriedly pulled down the straps of your dress, letting the fabric rest below your breasts. Wasting no time, he sucked on them, letting the saliva drip on your skin. Even bitting on them just to feel you pull his hair.

He pulled you by the waist, positioning your body right on top of his cock — the thin fabric of his pants letting you feel almost all of it. He left a slap on your thigh, silently demanding that you start moving — his busy mouth was only able to emit an almost annoyed hum. You grinded down carefully, speeding up as soon as you realized that the position was perfect to stimulate your clit. You could feel him throbbing under you and that was too tempting.

You struggled to get him out of his pants, wanting to feel it closer. Sitting right on top of it when you finally managed to do it, now grinding the wet length against your panties — the movement hitting just right on your swollen clit. You moaned softly, mentally thanking the soundproof walls of the studio.

"Channie.", you knew you could cum like that, but you didn't want to. He finally stopped sucking your tits.

"What do you want now, princess? I'll be good today, I'll even let you choose.", his fingers opening your folds more, making you feel his cock with more intensity. "Want my tongue inside your little pussy?", he rubbed his nose against yours as if he was going to kiss you — it was pure teasing. You shook your head, face frowning, it was pretty obvious what you wanted. "Oh, so you want to get fucked already, sweetheart? Are you that needy?", if you were being honest, that was the only thing on your mind — you didn't even think you needed to get stretched out first. He nodded, your innocent face making Channie smile nastily. "Get on all fours then, princess. I'll give it to you just the way you like it."

[...]

Your nails almost pierced the sofa's fabric, it wasn't your fault though, you needed to take the sensation out on something. You felt him so deep, filling you to the brim, making a mess out of your little hole. In moments like these, you lose all your composure. Swore you could go as far as shamelessly admitting you were fucking addicted to his cock — and you would probably feel pathetic after the high came down, but Chris had the ability to make you act like a bitch in heat. The horniness always spoke louder than you ever could, forcing your body against his, trying to fuck yourself harder. But a sudden slap on your ass made you halt your attempts.

"Can you fucking stay still?." he sounded irritated, your walls tightened almost immediately — a detail that didn't go unnoticed by him. "You know better than move when I'm fucking you. Thought I already taught you that, princess.", his hand tangled in your hair again. He made pressure, forcing you face against the couch. Thrusts getting slower, it was all on purpose — he wanted to punish you little.

"Channie-"

"Shhhhh. Like that, see? Stay still.", he whispered, burying himself deep inside and grinding into your cervix. Chris smiled mischievously when he saw your legs trembling, he loved how dumb you got for cock. You were drenched, slick running down the inside of your thighs. It was good, but it wasn't enough. You wanted to be fucked for real, you needed Chris to break you — the way he always did.

"Daddy, please...", you pleaded with the sweetest tone you could muster. Even with your face muffled against the couch, you knew he could hear it. The nickname wasn't used for nothing, you knew very well what it did to Chris — it was one of the man's biggest guilty pleasures, something he only let slip out when he was almost out of his mind.

Your memory full of all the times he had asked you to "let daddy fill your little pussy" when he was right about to cum. There was no better time to take advantage of it — the length spasming inside you only confirming the fact. You heard the man mumble something you couldn't identify, his hand letting go of your hair and gripping your waist tightly. You knew you had won him over. The thrusts increased the pace.

"Fucking slut.", an intoxicated smile decorated his features. Oh, you were so sure you won him over. His calloused hands forced you against his hips as if you were a toy, you whimpered, unable to deal with the change in pace. You felt Chris slap you a few times, he seemed not to be measuring his strength, hitting you without mercy.

"Channie!" you complained, but it was just pretend — you both knew.

"So I'm not "daddy" anymore? Hm? If you want to act like a whore, you gotta learn how to take it.", he sounded groggy. You throbbed, getting wetter — if it was possible. He brought one of his hands to between your legs, desperately playing with your clit. "Daddy's little slut gonna cum? Yeah? You're squeezing me so fucking tight, baby.", your body writhed, unable to handle it.

You were barely able to grasp when you tipped over the edge, your eyes squeezed shut, releasing a few tears in the process. The man didn't stop thrusting. He used your sensitive body, almost as if he couldn't hear the painful way you whimpered beneath him. It was delicious and torturous at the same time.

"Gonna cum inside you, love. Ah! Fuck, l-like that...", he moaned in a daze, not even aware of what he was saying — a clear sign that he was right about to cum. "I fucking love you... you're mine, love. R-right? Mine.", his body trembling, the orgasm taking away any and all signs of sanity for a few seconds. Chris' soft moans made you squeeze tighter, messing with him even more, filling you up until it leaked.

It took a while for your sensitive bodies to calm down.

Chris was now resting on top of your body, holding his own weight to not crush you against the sofa. He stood up suddenly, his presence disappearing for quite some time. Mind still hazy, you felt him turn your body around, opening your legs to clean the mess he made. You were exhausted, usually falling weak like this whenever you two had sex — Channie was the perfect sleeping pill, he always put you to sleep.

A soft blanket was placed on top of your body and your eyes closed almost automatically. You felt a long and soothing kiss on your lips, body lighting up, you couldn't hold back a smile. You missed this so much... you would even feel a little sad if you weren't so tired.

"Good night, love.”

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[hansoleil]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “(dis)pleasure ”.

— hannie × reader. — 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut. — 𝘄. 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3452. — 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: follows from "(im)patience", afab reader, brat tamer!hannie, semi-public sex, exhibitionism (mention), degradation, thigh fucking, unprotected sex, dacryphilia. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: okay so doing this is quite nice...

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. it's your turn to test jeonghan's patience.

Contemplating your options you came to the realization that there weren't many, well, at least not many that were actually effective. Since the infamous episode of your two precious ruined orgasms you've been trying to come up with some genius plan to also test Jeonghan's patience — doubting if you could reach the same level of evilness as your boyfriend.

Doing the same thing wouldn't work — he was too smart for that —, he would catch on to your intentions even before you were able to begin. You couldn't think of a way to get him back, because you knew that from the moment Jeonghan touched you, you would lose the ability to deny anything he wanted — he knew how to handle you very well, especially if his hands were on your body. The only way of making anything work was by not letting him touch you.

Wait a minute...

This was the perfect way of getting your revenge: not letting Jeonghan touch you — at least, not sexually.

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The first day of your big plan turned out very well, primarily because Jeonghan spent the whole day outside the house. He got off work late at night, when you were already sleeping — he didn't even have the energy to try anything. Things only got weird when, in the morning, you woke up with the same sensation of his cold hands squeezing your body. It was common for Jeonghan to wake you up with sex, especially if you two weren't together the day before — this was his way of showing he missed you.

For quite some time you reciprocated his touches without really thinking about it, your mind still hazy from sleep. However, it was when you felt his fingers grazing the hem of your panties that your mind "clicked" — finally reminded of your strategy. You got up on a whim, mumbling something about being hungry to him and leaving a very confused Jeonghan on the bed.

On that same day, he still tried to get inside or pants. But with your lack of response, Jeonghan just understood that maybe you weren't really turned on and just gave up. He was content with just cuddling for the rest of the day, no ulterior motives behind it. Watching Hannie all frustrated when you didn't give him what he wanted shouldn't be as amusing as it really was — you were so entertained that you even thought about making things even funnier by teasing him whenever you could.

── ★ ˙ ̟ ──────── . ♡

You threw yourself on the bed facing down, your face seemed concentrated, giving all of your attention to the book between your hands. Your boyfriend took his eyes off his phone as soon as he saw you enter the room, not paying attention to anything other the fact that your pajamas were too short on your body, only to confirm his theory the moment you lay down — since the tiny shorts rolled up, leaving half of your ass on display.

He didn't even try to hold back, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck to shower your skin with kisses. His hands squeezing your thighs forcefully, slowly going up to where he wanted. You didn't let his fun last long, shaking your body impatiently you made clear that you wanted to be left alone.

"I'm reading, Hannie!", you scolded. You were the only one aware of how much of a lie that was, your brain wasn't grasping on a single word from the book in front of your eyes.

"You can read later, love. I want you...", he never messed around, always extremely direct about his desires.

"Okay, but I don't. Leave me alone.", you retorted harshly. Your boyfriend sighed in defeat, giving you the space you asked for.

[...]

As incredible as it may seem, Jeonghan waited patiently until you stopped (pretending to) read the book. Staring at you as you placed it on the headboard and turned to lie down facing him.

"What?", his solemn expression made you want to laugh.

"Can I?"

"No.", your answer came too quickly, the man frowned. Jeonghan watched your face in complete silence for a few seconds, seemingly connecting the dots in his own head.

"That's because I didn't let you cum.", it didn't sound like a question, because it really wasn't. He understood that this was the only plausible explanation to your constant refusal. You tilted your head as if to say "I don't know", but you clearly knew. "And you think that the best way of punishing me for not letting you cum is to deprive yourself of it even longer? You used to be smarter, love." he smiled mockingly, already getting on your nerves.

"I don't need you for that, Jeonghan. I have fingers, you know?", if his intention was to make fun of you, he might as well leave with a bruised ego.

"Oh, you don't need me. Of course you don't need me, love.", the taunting smile was still there. "Tell me then: if you don't need me, why are you always begging for it, huh? You can make yourself cum, can't you?", his face lit up with your lack of response. "Not gonna answer? What's wrong? Is it hard to admit that you need my cock to make yourself cum?", what's even more degrading to confess is that the sarcastic tone he used to talk to you made you wet.

"And I really don't. I told you, I can handle myself.", there wasn't an ounce of confidence in your voice, but you were still determined to push all his buttons.

"Oh, so you're telling me you know how to play with your little pussy better than me? Is that it?", being honest, you wanted him to play with it right now.

"Yeah. That's it.", you almost stuttered, his presence became intimidating and it was making you weak.

"Okay then. You can take care of yourself.", the man repositioned himself in bed, as if he was getting ready to sleep.

"What do you mean by that?", you said it before, but it's worth repeating: a "complying" Jeonghan is never a good sign.

"Nothing much. Since you know how to pleasure yourself without me, I'm no use. I'm not fucking you then.", he adjusted the pillow behind his head.

"And since when can you control yourself?", the laugh you let out along with the question was equivalent to a punch in your boyfriend's pride.

"You don't want to play this game with me, love.", he answered with his eyes already closed.

"And if I do?", you didn't think his arrogance would last forever, by tomorrow morning Jeonghan would probably already have his hand inside your panties.

"Then take it."

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You interpret the previous moment as a torture sentence. Ever since that conversation, the atmosphere in your apartment was heavy, and not a little. Even though you and Jeonghan treated each other with all the affection and respect in the world — after all, you were still a very much in love couple — the competition between the two of you took the center stage. The teasing from both sides seemed never ending and this affected the mood of you both — since the two of you were sexually frustrated and were not very good at hiding it.

No one wanted to give in and you guys also made sure to make things difficult for each other. Being with you wearing shorter and shorter clothes all the time or Jeonghan pretending not to know that you heard him every time he got himself off in the shower. Honestly, you two even started to avoid being in the same room for too long — afraid that y'all might end up fighting because of the accumulated tension or even worse: giving in to the temptation.

And that's why Soonyoung's birthday celebration couldn't have come at a worse time. Being in a nightclub full of your friends while you two would be forced to pretend not to be upset with each other sounded like a disgraceful task.

Your boyfriend recalled the event as soon as you woke up and, since the reminder, you kept thinking about how the hell you were supposed to bear being around Jeonghan to not raise any suspicions. You didn't want to make the atmosphere awkward on Soonyoung's birthday, so not having to explain the reason for the distance between you and Jeonghan sounded like the best plan — and, being honest, the reason was very much embarrassing. You'd have to keep your act right.

[...]

Being in the same car as Jeonghan was the first challenge. Trying to pretend he wasn't stupidly hot dressed all in black was the second. But the worst part was really having to put up with the not-so-discreet glances your boyfriend was stealing from your cleavage without saying a word.

You practically ran to Soonyoung's girlfriend as soon as you entered the club, being close to Jeonghan was dangerous and you wanted to avoid it as much as possible. You spent a good part of the night with the other girls, since y'all seemed to have a lot to catch up on.

However, your peace didn't last forever, as they decided on returning to the table — with the alcohol entering everyone's bloodstream, the neediness appeared too and you, unfortunately, weren't immune to that. You returned to the group as soon as Soonyoung's girlfriend also did. The table was full, sometimes you forgot how big your friend group was.

"Damn, there's not an empty chair in this place.", you said jokingly, watching Soonyoung's girlfriend run to sit between her boyfriend's legs.

"Then sit on my lap, love.", Jeonghan addressed you for the first time that night. You involuntarily froze, taking a few seconds to think of what you should answer.

"Hmm, I don't feel like it, Hannie.", you forced a mild smile, not wanting to risk it.

"Why not? Did I do something?", he asked loudly, making everyone at the table watch the scene with curiosity. Jeonghan looked at you with feigned confusion — you never wanted to slap his angelic face that badly.

There was no other alternative: you had to sit on his lap to avoid making things weird. And apparently, you weren't able to hide your discomfort being on Jeonghan's lap, since a somewhat worried Joshua felt the need to ask if you were okay. Yeah. You were not very good at pretending.

"If you keep acting like that it's hard to pretend everything's alright.", he whispered right beside your ear. Startled, your body jumped a little, the voice sent shivers down your spine. "They'll start asking what's wrong with us, my love.", his arms embraced your waist, pulling you closer. "And what you're gonna say, huh?", to anyone watching from the outside, Jeonghan seemed to just be talking with you — the angel face was still there. "Are you going to make up an excuse? Or are you telling the truth?", he pecked your cheek to make everything seem even more innocent. "Gonna tell them how badly you wanna get fucked? Hm? That you're so desperate for my cock that you might even let me fuck you in front of them?", your mind collapsed, you even prevented yourself from opening your mouth — afraid that you might moan if you did. "Is that it, love? Gonna let them know how you play with this little pussy whenever you think I'm asleep? Yeah? Or you thought I didn't notice?", you felt your face burning like hell, but nothing could top the mess on your panties. "Tell ' em how you love to cum begging me to ruin you... as if I'm not listening. Say it, slut.", you were almost at your limit. "Confess that you love being my little cumslut, love. Say it and I'll fuck you right here.", it was enough.

You stood up abruptly, drawing surprised looks from everyone at the table. You pulled Jeonghan by the arm and he didn't even bother showing any resistance as you dragged him to the nearest bathroom, locking the door as soon as you entered. It was humiliating to have to say this while Jeonghan looked at you with the most taunting expression ever, but you had no choice:

"Fuck me... please.", you hesitated to say the last part, pride completely shattered.

"And if I don't want to...?", you felt your insides twitching, you really didn't have the patience to put up with his little games.

"You won, okay? I admit it: I can't cum without you. Happy?", everything came out in a rush, you couldn't wait any longer. "Please, Hannie."

"And who are you to decide when I get fuck you or not?", he clicked his tongue in annoyance. "So the little slut only gives it to me when she wants and I have to fuck you whenever you want? Is that it?", to anyone besides himself it didn't seem like Jeonghan was leaking inside his own pants. "This doesn't seem fair to me, love. What do I get out of this?", hands inside his pockets, he leaned against the wall behind him.

"Hannie...", you didn't even know how to reason with him, only one thing on your mind. Moving closer to your boyfriend, looking at him with doe eyes, hoping that your needy behavior would break his attitude.

"I didn't ask for my name. Come on, _____. Tell me a reason why I shouldn't leave you here to... what did you say? Handle yourself.", the threat made you tremble, you didn't want to leave without getting what you needed so much. You wrapped your arms around Jeonghan's neck, who refused to lower his torso, even with you pulling him down. "Have you forgotten how to speak, slut? I bet that head of yours does not have a single thought.", you melted into your boyfriend's body, who still refused to reciprocate your touches.

"I'll do whatever you want, Hannie. Please...", you tried hard to kiss him, but he turned his face away, clearly enjoying the situation. Now, even though you weren't in the best position at the moment, your patience had never been abundant enough to put up with your boyfriend's behavior. Without hesitation, you squeezed his cock through his pants.

Jeonghan's legs almost gave out, his hips involuntarily pushing against your hand, one of the most beautiful sounds you had heard in all the years you had been together leaving his mouth. It was so damn delightful, your face lit up in a smile, but it didn't last long. Not when a very pissed off Jeonghan switched positions and pinned you facing the wall without any difficulty.

"The fuck was that?!", he squeezed you even tighter, demanding an answer. You couldn't hide your satisfaction in breaking Jeonghan — even if it was just a little — the smile didn't go unnoticed by the man behind your body. "Do you think it's funny, stupid slut? Let me have some fun too then.", you depended on your hearing for the next few seconds, a rustle of fabrics behind you.

Unable to turn around to look, the firm hand on the back of your neck didn't leave you much of a choice. You felt an arm embrace your waist, forcing you to bend over, rearing up towards Jeonghan.

"Close your legs.", it didn't make any sense, but you weren't in the position to be asking questions at that moment, so you obeyed. Nothing could replicate the expression of disappointment on your face when you felt his heavy, wet length sliding between your thighs. It couldn't be. Jeonghan wasn't that cruel... or was he?

"Hannie, I don-"

"Shut up if you still want to cum today.", his pace was slow. A warm and sticky liquid being smeared on your inner thighs. "Squeeze it.", you obeyed immediately. "Fuck, just like that...", he gasped lowly right behind you. Your body shivered, rolling your hips unsuccessfully trying to stimulate yourself too. He pressed his burning skin against yours, his head right beside yours so he could moan in your ear. Jeonghan played too dirty sometimes.

"Hannie, p-please...", frustration was numbing your thoughts. There was a knot growing in your throat, you didn't know how much more you could take.

"Thought I told you to shut up.", his tone was harsh and that finally threw you off, warm tears streaming down your cheeks. A small sob caught Jeonghan's attention, he looked at you surprised. "Are you crying?", your face burned, it was so humiliating. You tried to hide, not wanting to deal with him mocking you at the moment. However, Jeonghan was fast to halt your attempt, keeping you in his sight — face still turned to the side, it was the best he could do considering the position y'all were in. Your boyfriend let a small chuckle escape, trying to hide the fact that he almost came just by seeing your tears. Hell, he didn't even know he was into this, had just found out. "Princess, are you really crying for cock?", you really, really, really wanted to disappear.

"Stop it, Hannie.", you pouted — such a hellish situation. Unable to hold it any longer, you finally felt Jeonghan pull your panties aside.

"I'm going to give my princess what she wants, okay?", he slided the leaking tip between your folds. "It's dripping so much, baby. I was being mean, wasn't I?", his tone all coyly near your ear — he had changed from water to wine, maybe you should cry more often. You nodded, red eyes closing as soon as you felt him push in.

Your moans came out in unison, the both of you were too sensitive after so much teasing. Jeonghan started thrusting his hips at a frantic pace, going so much time without feeling you made his self-control evaporate. Your legs trembled, your walls contracting overstimulated.

"Squeezing me so fucking hard, princess.", his hand already reaching to play with your clit, you whimpered.

"Slowly... I can't t- ah!", a slap on your pussy made your body contort.

"But you asked for it, didn't you, slut? So shut the fuck up and take it.", the movement of his hips got even rougher, your body shaking with the impact. His fingers moved from your clit, now trying to find space to get inside you — along with his cock. "Such a slutty pussy, yeah? This little hole takes everything I give it.", his words were enough to make you squirm. "Gonna cum for me, love? Hm? Do it. Make a mess on my cock.", the command worked like a spell. Your legs gave out, Jeonghan had to hold you very tightly to keep you from falling as you convulsed in pleasure.

Waiting so long made the feeling almost excruciating, it was like you couldn't stop cumming. Jeonghan also didn't last long after watching you, hot and abundant liquid spurting into your insides.

This would hardly be forgotten by both of you.

[...]

Jeonghan was trying to clean the inner part of your thighs as best he could. You watched him, all the love in the world trapped behind your eyes, while being sat on top of the sink. Thoughts about your Hannie filling your mind, you couldn't hold back your laughter at some of them.

"What's wrong, love?", he said, already laughing too — not even knowing what it was about.

"Nothing. Just thinking that someday you're going to end up driving me crazy.", in all honesty, that was pretty much it. Jeonghan got under your skin with absurd ease.

"I can try... but you'll still love me regardless.", he looked into your eyes, gathering all the sincerity he could muster.

"Too cheesy, Hannie.", you faked a disgusted expression.

"Yeah?", he man cupped your face between his hands, kissing you affectionately — slow and full of everything he couldn't put into words. You both couldn't help but smile between the kiss. "I love you so much, princess. Even if I piss you off almost every day.", his face still close to yours. Whispering the confession, as if it were something that only belonged to the two of you.

"I love you too. And I wouldn't change a thing about you... even if one day I end up in a psych ward.", your laughter came out uncontrollably. Jeonghan gave you another kiss — as soon as he managed to stop laughing.

"It's time to go, princess.", he helped you fix your dress.

"I don't know if I have the courage. After all this time they probably already know what we were doing...", you felt your face burning in embarrassment.

"Oh, you didn't notice Soonyoung listening to everything I whispered in your ear? That kid can't keep his mouth shut, I'm sure everyone got informed as soon as we got up."

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[hansoleil]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “(im)patience”.

— hannie × reader. — 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut. — 𝘄. 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2734. — 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: afab reader, brat tamer!hannie, fingering, oral (f. receiving), orgasm denial, inappropriate language. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: hi! i'm a little nervous about this.

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. jeonghan loves testing your patience.

You had already convinced yourself: if "gaslighting" was a person, it would be your boyfriend. Yoon Jeonghan was physically incapable of going a whole day without messing with you. In the words of his closest friends: "his love language is to be a little of a son of a bitch" and yes, you were already aware of this before you became his girlfriend — even worse, this personality trait was what made you fall head over heels for him.

Jeonghan is a contradictory man: his angelic face does a great job hiding his perverse tendencies, it's the perfect combo to make you fall for him and his tricks. The pranks vary in relevance, genre and intention, but Jeonghan manages to throw you off track every time. Things like:

𝟏. Hiding your phone charger and arguing with you because, according to him: "you never know where you put your stuff";

𝟐. Texting you that he needs to talk about something very serious, disappearing for hours and then saying something along the lines of "I don't even remember what it was" when you finally see him in person;

𝟑. Pretending to forget important dates just to see the look of desperation on your face (but he always comes up with a surprise in the end — at least).

It's difficult for you to list the amount of times your boyfriend tried to drive you crazy. It was the perfect combination: Jeonghan seemed to take an immense pleasure in seeing you angry and you got annoyed every single time, no exceptions.

For Jeonghan, however, it's hard to contain himself. You look so hot when you're mad at him, he just can't help it. He genuinely feels more in love with you whenever you look like you're about to jump him. Seeing you all pouty, full of anger makes him want to swallow you whole. That aside, he'd rather not even think about how his cock throbs inside his pants every time you yell at him. And, hell, Jeonghan's no fool. He knows very well that you're only playing his games because you also get aroused whenever there's something going on between you two.

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Don't get it wrong, every time you woke up, you would spend the whole day waiting for the moment when Yoon Jeonghan would decide to destroy your patience, but apparently that infamous moment had come too soon.

Your body woke up before your mind could, going through various levels of unconsciousness and consciousness, you felt large hands squeezing your thighs and a warm breath on the back of your neck, taking a few seconds to remember who would be the only possible owner of those touches.

"Hannie?", you whisper sluggishly. Not even bothering to open your eyes or move your body.

"Hi, love. Took you long enough to wake up, huh?", the grip on your legs was still there, slowly moving his hands to your inner thighs.

"I want to sleep more...", you whined. You had worked until late the day before, your body still heavy with fatigue.

"Then sleep, princess. I'll play with this pussy just a little, yeah? We almost don't see each other these days, I miss you.", he snuggled more into your body as he spoke. The pout in his voice could be predicted, his tone was very telling.

You didn't even bother answering, just readjusted yourself on the bed, laying supine and opening your legs to Jeonghan. This was the green light for him to do whatever he wanted with you. His face lit up in a smile seeing you give up yourself so easily, in his wicked little brain it was like your body became his property in these moments — he would never say this out loud though.

Jeonghan didn't waste any time, leaving languid kisses down your neck and collarbones as he teased your nipples through the flimsy fabric of your pajamas. His skilled fingers played with the sensitive buds just the way you liked it, the man was also making sure to glance at your expressions — observing your reactions to each move.

"Hannie, you didn't ask me to play with them... it's taking too long! You know I can't sleep like this.", now it was your turn to whine. You just wanted to cum and come back to sleep, not really wanting to deal with Jeonghan's antics.

"But I need to get you wet for me, love. Isn't it better when you're all desperate for it, princess?, he said, nuzzling his nose on your jawline. "Let me give them attention just a bit, yeah?", Jeonghan pecked your cheek lovingly, as if he was asking for the sweetest thing in the world.

He lifted your pajamas' shirt, rolling up the fabric until it was stuck at your collarbones — freeing your breasts from it. Kisses were trailed down your belly button, but they went up before you could think he changed his mind. He massaged them carefully, eyes attached to yours, squeezing them with a little more intensity just to watch your expressions contort.

Jeonghan went down slowly, opening his mouth to finally capture one of your boobs inside it, but never stopped massaging the other one. He was sucking at them passionately, grunting against your skin. Alternating between the two buds, he also slightly bit the skin, tracing them with his tongue right after to soothe the pain.

Hannie was a dedicated lover, he knew very well that if he did it just right you would start begging for him to make you cum very soon. And it wasn't a lie — you felt an ache between your legs, the fabric of panties almost turning transparent. One of your hands tangled onto his hair, pressing his face against your skin.

"Jeonghan, please!", you mumbled annoyed. The short amount of patience you had already started to evaporate from your brain.

"You're so stubborn, _____.", his tone as serious as his face. "Alright. If you want it to be like this...", every detail of his oratory sends your body into alert mode. It wasn't characteristic of Jeonghan to comply with anything so easily, something was definitely wrong.

His body went even more downwards, eyes never leaving your. His expression was still serious, but knowing him for so long, you knew that the glint behind his eyes was not a synonym to something good.

Jeonghan kissed the inner part of your thighs, leaving one or two bites on the immaculate skin. His hands trailed up to your waist and pulled your body to him. His face got closer to your core and he nuzzled your clit with the tip of his nose. Greedy, he also gave you the touch of his tongue, still playing on top of the fabric. You sighed, pushing your hips in his direction, wanting more of his mouth on you.

"Behave.", it was harsh, clearly a command. Jeonghan used his hands to press your hips to the mattress, keeping you still. He suckled on your clit with need, as if the pieces of clothing were not in the way.

"Hannie, do it properly!", you whimpered, sounding as needy as you could, trying to earn his compassion. Your fingers even tugged on his hair, showing how desperate you felt.

It all happened in a swift, when you were able to notice, Jeonghan had already captured your wrist above your head using one of his hands and the other as anchored to your jawline. His body was warm pressed against yours, you felt his long hair tickling your face.

"So fucking demanding, yeah?", he clicked his tongue in disapproval. The pressure on your jaw got stronger, squeezing your cheeks until you pouted. "I thought you gave me permission to play with you however I want. Why are you bitching now? Hm?", he shook your face demanding an answer he knew very well was not gonna get.

And your "answer" happened to be different from what he was expecting: your legs pressing against each other, trying to pleasure the sticky place between them. Jeonghan, being one to never turn a blind eye on things like these, made sure to watch every movement.

"You're too busy acting like a needy little bitch to even bother listening to me... isn't that right, love?", your eyes met again. Jeonghan throbbed inside his pants seeing such a dazed look in your face, he always got you so weak with little to no effort. "Am I right, slut? Tell me.", he tapped your cheek a few times, still instigating you to talk.

"Hannie... don't talk like that!", your voice almost imperceptible. You felt your face burning, legs squirming even more.

"Why not, love?", the tone was cocky, clearly mocking you. Jeonghan used the weight of his own legs to make you open up more. His other hand reaches for the hem of your pajamas' pants, touching you directly. "Your little pussy likes it when I talk like that, princess. So wet for me, yeah?", his long fingers teasing the soaked folds, playing with the oozing liquid.

Hannie pushed his middle finger inside, it was just to irritate — he knew only one was not enough to satisfy you. Feeling how warm you were, his thrusts were languid. Your walls tightening around him so good he couldn't help fantasizing himself inside you.

"So damn tight. Wish I could fuck this pussy forever.", he rubbed his nose against yours, fingering you nonstop. Not for his praiseworthy self-control, Jeonghan swears he would've had already fucked you until one of you fainted.

"More, Hannie... I need more, please.", your begging is almost inaudible, he only was able to listen because of how close he was to you.

"One more, love? What a greedy little pussy. Think I'm spoiling you too much.", the raspy voice right beside your ear was almost enough to make you come undone. You felt your body burn, skin prickly in anticipation.

Jeonghan slided one more finger inside, curving his hand to also stimulate your clit with the heel of his hand. He arched his fingers upwards, having all your weak spots tattooed on his mind. The movement grew faster, the thought of having you all disheveled consuming his head.

Maybe it was the fact that you had just woken up, maybe it was all the teasing or maybe it was a mix of those two things, but you felt like you were almost losing your mind — the taste of the pleasure numbing your senses. Eyes closed, moans turning into whimpers, breath shaking. So close... your little pussy was squeezing him mercilessly. The wet sounds and your own voice were everything you could hear. Your movements were constrained, but you tried your best to fuck yourself on your boyfriend's fingers.

Your moans halted, eyebrows knitted tightly as your mouth turned into a perfect "O". And that's when you felt empty. No warnings. Out of the blue. Core still pulsing desperately, a frustrating ache between your legs due to the orgasm that was ripped from your fingers. A very pleased Jeonghan was not what you were expecting to see when you opened your eyes. Tasting your arousal, he was sucking on his fingers with delight. Eyes closed, mouth emitting a series of "hmmm's" — as if he was savoring something delicious.

"Jeonghan! Son of a bitch!", you snapped, moving in exasperation under his body. Your boyfriend shot his eyes open, as if he was surprised with the change in your behavior. His fingers left his mouth rapidly as he made what he could to hold you still.

"Hey! Calm down! What's wrong?", he chuckled lowly, not able to contain himself. His face morphing into an angelic expression, like he wasn't aware of what he had just done.

"You know damn well what's wrong, you jerk. What the hell is wrong with you?", aggravated, you tried your best to slap him. But he was faster, holding you by the wrists again.

"I swear I don't get it, love. I didn't do anything wro- ah! You did not come, my love?", his surprised face was almost convincing, but you were too smart. "I didn't mean it, my love. I can even promise! I thought you were done and was just tasting you, baby.", a born actor, Yoon Jeonghan.

"Get off me, Jeonghan.", you were no idiot. After almost three years dating this man, you could read him like a book.

"I'm being honest, baby. Can you forgive me? Please?", he whined, knowing it was light work to soften your heart. Jeonghan placed wet kisses on your neck, transforming them into hickeys soon after. His sneaky hand squeezing your ass with need. "Let me redeem myself, love? Promise I can make you cum quickly.", trailing his kisses to the corner of your mouth, he silently asked for permission to kiss you properly. Biting your bottom lip, he wasted no time when it felt like you had given in to him.

The kiss was lascivious, he knew exactly what to do in order to make you weak. Tongue grinding against yours, sucking on your lips sensually. It was wet, drool almost dripping from the corner of your mouth. Dirty, just like Jeonghan liked it.

"Gonna let me eat this pussy out, yeah?", he bit the thin skin of your jaw. "Right, baby? Gonna make a mess all over my mouth?", now the tip of your ear. "Is that it, love?", he halted his movements, finally looking into your eyes.

"Be quick.", you tried to sound unfazed. However it was obvious that he had already won you over. He gave you a big smile, almost jumping to get between your legs again. Jeonghan helped you get rid of your pajamas' pants and panties — throwing them on the bedreoom's floor. Hurriedly, he opened your thighs and positioned his body in the middle. He used his thumbs to stretch your folds, observing your core with close attention.

"Hannie, stop it!", you felt your skin prickle. Jeonghan seemed to have a thing for doing things of the sort just to get you embarrassed.

"I'm just admiring it, love. So fucking pretty.", he caressed it fondly. To get a reaction out of you, he licked from the small oozing hole up to your clit. He also made sure to come back and play with your little cunt, swallowing your arousal. Jeonghan pushed the tip of his tongue inside, licking at your walls with dedication.

Your body was squirming in sensitivity, the shockwaves of your ruined orgasm still burning in your core. He now played with your throbbing clit, flicking his tongue at it. Involuntarily, your hips moved against his mouth, looking for more. Jeonghan didn't try to stop you this time, letting you grind on his face however you wanted.

"Ah! Hannie!", you gasped feeling him sucking on your clit more forcefully. Wanting to break you more, he buried his fingers inside of you again. You became a mess, moans turning desperate and sluggish. The pleasure was almost unbearable now that Jeonghan ate your pussy like he was starving. Your legs were involuntarily trying to close around your boyfriend's head, even with him trying his best to keep them in place.

"Please, Hannie! Please, please...", you didn't even know what you were begging for, head completely empty. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you squeezed the bed sheets between your fingers — looking for something to keep yourself grounded. It was like your waist was moving by itself, trying to get closer to Jeonghan's mouth. You were right at the edge again, seeking the last thing that was going to set yourself free. For some reason, this orgasm felt like it was going to be more intense than the previous.

And that's where Jeonghan left you again. Getting up abruptly, didn't even leave time for you to process what just happened.

Your eyes opened in surprise, you were sure you were close to crying. Fuck, this has to be a lie. Out of all the times he messed with you, this is surely the worst one, you were sure — and this is a big exaggeration, but after having two orgasms completely ruined the time had finally come: Yoon Jeonghan wouldn't last to see another day.

Staring at an empty room and hearing your boyfriend's unhinged laughter, you promised yourself you would do a thousand times worse. But not before (lovingly) slapping the hell out of him.

"Yoon Jeonghan!"

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[hansoleil]

— 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐖*𝐑𝐃: 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐄_

╰ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒: “𝐇𝐈! :)”

hello! my name is solie (but you can call me "soso", "sosolie" or whatever), i'm 20, my pronouns are she/her, i'm from brazil and i've been writing for about a year now. originally, i was a bit reluctant about writing in english or even translating my works, but now I think of it as a way of getting more comfortable with the language and also meeting new people.

# — 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 & 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒:

my requests are <𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱>. i'm still getting familiar with writing in english, so the focus of this blog will be just translating my works. additionally, i can't guarantee that i will open my requests anytime soon — so don't get your hopes up lol.

on the other hand, i'm not against receiving asks — they're always <𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻>.

# — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :

english is clearly not my first language, so there WILL be mistakes in some of my posts (since I'm a human yk? i'm still learning). i'd love gentle corrections here and there. it does not offend me. HOWEVER, don't be rude!!!! (i WILL curse at you in portuguese and block your ass right after that [♡]).

[hansoleil]

— 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐖*𝐑𝐃: 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓_

╰ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒: “𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏.”

# — 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝒀 𝑲𝑰𝑫𝑺 .

# — 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵 .

# — 𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑬𝒁 .

# — 𝑵𝑪𝑻 .

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[hansoleil]

— 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐖*𝐑𝐃: 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒_

╰ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒: “𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐎𝐔𝐓!”

# — 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 :

# — 𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑮 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵:

' chris → smut.

# — 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑶:

# — 𝑺𝑬𝑶 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑩𝑰𝑵:

# — 𝑯𝑨𝑵 𝑱𝑰𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑮:

# — 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝑭𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑿:

# — 𝑲𝑰𝑴 𝑺𝑬𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑴𝑰𝑵:

# — 𝑯𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝒀𝑼𝑵𝑱𝑰𝑵:

# — 𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑮 𝑱𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑰𝑵:

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[hansoleil]

— 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐖*𝐑𝐃: 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍_

╰ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒: “𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄!”

# — 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 :

# — 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑰 𝑺𝑬𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑶𝑳:

' downfall → smut.

# — 𝒀𝑶𝑶𝑵 𝑱𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑯𝑨𝑵:

' (im)patience → smut.

' (dis)pleasure → smut.

# — 𝑱𝑶𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑨 𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑮:

# — 𝑾𝑬𝑵 𝑱𝑼𝑵𝑯𝑼𝑰:

# — 𝑲𝑾𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑮:

# — 𝑱𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑶𝑵𝑾𝑶𝑶:

' rumor → smut(ish).

' GAM3 BO1 → smut.

# — 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝑱𝑰𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑵:

# — 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑶𝑲𝑴𝑰𝑵:

# — 𝑲𝑰𝑴 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮𝒀𝑼:

# — 𝑿𝑼 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑯𝑨𝑶:

# — 𝑩𝑶𝑶 𝑺𝑬𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑲𝑾𝑨𝑵:

# — 𝑪𝑯𝑾𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑶𝑳:

# — 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵:

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[hansoleil]

— 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐖*𝐑𝐃: 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙_

╰ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒: “𝟖 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝟏 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌!”

# — 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 :

# — 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀 :

# — 𝑲𝑰𝑴 𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑱𝑶𝑶𝑵𝑮:

# — 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎 :

# — 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 :

# — 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑰 𝑺𝑨𝑵:

# — 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑰:

# — 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎 :

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[hansoleil]

— 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐖*𝐑𝐃: 𝐍𝐂𝐓_

╰ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒: “𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃!”

# — 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 :

# — 𝑱𝑶𝑯𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑺𝑼𝑯:

# — 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝑻𝑨𝑬𝒀𝑶𝑵𝑮:

# — 𝑵𝑨𝑲𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑼𝑻𝑨:

# — 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 :

# — 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑳𝑬𝑬:

# — 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑯𝒀𝑼𝑪𝑲:

# — 𝑵𝑨 𝑱𝑨𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑵:

# — 𝒁𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑳𝑬:

# — 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑱𝑰𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑮:

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