"did it hurt, princess? should I have been more gentle?"
pairing: brother’s best friend!jiung x fem!oc
type: smut, short drabble
word count: 590
description: after months of heated tension, you and jiung finally give in to the forbidden temptation.
warnings: m!oral, mention of rough!sex, secretive!sex, swallow!ng, mention of cumm!ng on face and body, intimacy in shower
a/n: perhaps a teaser for something longer…
A soft whine spilled past his lips, long fingers stretching through your hair with barely controlled fervour. As his hips lifted to meet the warmth of your soft, pillowy lips, you sank your nails deep into Jiung’s thighs, desperately attempting to bare each inch as it thrust deep down your throat. He could hardly keep himself from moaning out, consumed by the intensity of your eager tongue - so willing and determined to please him. You let the tears roll down your pink cheeks, the back of your throat numb from his length and your jaw sore from his girth. Remnants of his pleasure still decorated your skin, an impressive trophy of the hours you had spent together in that room.
"I'm close," Jiung’s voice was soft, a contrast to the firm grip guiding your head to match the rhythm of his hips. "You feel so fucking good."
You felt him twitch against your tongue, a rush of satisfaction leaving you warm and light headed. His praise was fuel to your fire, the desperation in his groans nothing compared to the way his hips faltered against your lips, burying himself between your cheeks as his cum erupted down your throat.
Sitting back, and wiping his orgasm from your lips, you weakly lifted your eyes to meet Jiung’s low, dark gaze. A carnal hunger shadowed his features, mouth parted with heavy breaths as electricity hummed between your exhausted bodies.
“They’ll be back soon,” you whispered, your voice hoarse.
His body still buzzed from the intensity of your connection, heart thumping as the moonlight seeping through the curtains lit up every mark he had left on your skin.
“You should shower,” Jiung leant forward, brushing strands of messy black curls from your face, “wouldn’t want them to see you like this, hm?”
Swallowing, he watched you rise shakily to your feet, a small shiver racing down his spine as your legs shuddered beneath you. His lips twitched, pride rising higher through his chest with every unstable step you took towards the bathroom. The hours he’d spent between your thighs had broken down every muscle in your body, and as the water drenched your skin, you felt every limb relax beneath its cool comfort. Eyes closed, you replayed every minute you had spent beneath the bed sheets; the hotel room had seen a hundred positions and heard a thousand moans, and yet your body still yearned for more.
“Does it hurt, princess?” Jiung’s deep voice was a successful persuasion from your thoughts, “should I have been more gentle?”
As his arms snaked around your waist, your head rolled back against his firm chest.
“Help me,” you murmured, “I ache.”
He chuckled, lips drifting down your neck as he took a bottle from the shelf. With every kiss, you sank deeper him into him, while he began to massage sweet scented gel into your tender body.
“He can’t find out,” your chest shuddered with a sudden pang of shame.
“He won’t,” his tongue glided across your jaw, “relax, angel.”
Turning to face him, your fingers grazed his lower stomach.
“He’ll try to kill you.” Water poured between them, gazes locked in a second of careful silence. His abs tensed beneath your touch, glancing down at the intricate tattoo decorating your rib.
“He won’t win,” he purred, reaching down to trace its thin lines.
“I know,” your voice cracked.
Eyes snapping up, Jiung let his hand travel towards your neck.
“I’ll keep your secret,” his long digits cupped your jaw, “what your brother doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
Wow so um I read your jihoon smut where they’re actors and it was the enactment of the sex scene AND IVE NEVER READ ANYTHING LIKE THAT , it was so freaking hot omg the concept the writing and HIM
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description: You need the money, and he's offering - why shouldn't you say yes? Especially when it feels so, so good...
warnings: blow!job, slight dom!renjun, rich!renjun, paying for!sex, mention of rough!sex, renjun being a cocky shit
Renjun's fingers massaged slow circles into your scalp, his shoulders rolling back against the seat's cushioned leather.
"Keep going," he purred, a heavy palm pressing your head further down, drawing a deep gag from the back of your sore throat. A muffled whimper vibrating off swollen lips, you wrapped your tongue around his cock - tasting the reminisce of past orgasms still dripping down it's shaft. Renjun chuckled at your small, stifled sounds, and reached up to brush a few sweaty strands of hair from his forehead.
"You must be tired, hm? All covered in my cum, I bet you're exhausted, aren't you pup?"
You sank your nails into his thigh, attempting to relieve the ache that had begun to spread through your curved spine. The prolonged encounter had - even more so now - taken it's tole on your muscles. They burnt from the number of times Renjun had made them tense, and shudder, with orgasms so powerful you'd barely been able to breathe. They twitched from the positions he'd firmly guided you into, each one tasking different limbs with a new challenge.
The driver sitting patiently up front had witnessed every hot, dirty moment that unravelled; it felt both humiliating and exciting to know he'd heard you screaming Renjun's name, moaning just for him while he fucked you into a whining mess. You were at his disposal, a toy to use, a body to play with - and God, it felt good.
The veins running along his cock throbbed against your tongue, his voice beginning to crack with every loud moan. Grip on your head tightening, Renjun's hips bucked against your mouth, a smooth chuckle fusing with his raspy grunts. Your eyes watered with the pressure against your throat, squeezing his thigh as you choked, quiet whines amplifying the pleasure that made his noises oh so loud.
His cock was twitching erratically beside your cheek, droplets of cum already painting your taste buds. He suddenly hissed out, messily stilling your head at the base of his length, just as his back curved in silent satisfaction. Strings of warm liquid poured into your mouth, spilling past your lips, and Renjun's expression twisted into a dazed smile.
"Good girl," he sighed, allowing you to release him, "you did well, didn't you?"
Breathless and tired, you slowly sat up, eyes flickering an unsteady gaze over the pile of notes collected beside you - a new addition resting lazily on top.
"Thanks for this," Renjun murmured, "I needed it."
He glanced down at your thighs still uncontrollably trembling, a small smirk glimmering in his dark orbs, and your cheeks flushed with heat, embarrassed and vulnerable under his burning stare.
"You won't tell anyone about this, right?" your chest shuddered, lids fluttering shut as Renjun slowly slid closer.
"Of course not," he hummed, reaching out to delicately pull his thumb across your lower lip, "you wouldn't want them knowing someone like me made you scream that loud, would you?"
description: You need the money, and he's offering - why shouldn't you say yes? Especially when it feels so, so good...
warnings: blow!job, slight dom!renjun, rich!renjun, paying for!sex, mention of rough!sex, renjun being a cocky shit
Renjun's fingers massaged slow circles into your scalp, his shoulders rolling back against the seat's cushioned leather.
"Keep going," he purred, a heavy palm pressing your head further down, drawing a deep gag from the back of your sore throat. A muffled whimper vibrating off swollen lips, you wrapped your tongue around his cock - tasting the reminisce of past orgasms still dripping down it's shaft. Renjun chuckled at your small, stifled sounds, and reached up to brush a few sweaty strands of hair from his forehead.
"You must be tired, hm? All covered in my cum, I bet you're exhausted, aren't you pup?"
You sank your nails into his thigh, attempting to relieve the ache that had begun to spread through your curved spine. The prolonged encounter had - even more so now - taken it's tole on your muscles. They burnt from the number of times Renjun had made them tense, and shudder, with orgasms so powerful you'd barely been able to breathe. They twitched from the positions he'd firmly guided you into, each one tasking different limbs with a new challenge.
The driver sitting patiently up front had witnessed every hot, dirty moment that unravelled; it felt both humiliating and exciting to know he'd heard you screaming Renjun's name, moaning just for him while he fucked you into a whining mess. You were at his disposal, a toy to use, a body to play with - and God, it felt good.
The veins running along his cock throbbed against your tongue, his voice beginning to crack with every loud moan. Grip on your head tightening, Renjun's hips bucked against your mouth, a smooth chuckle fusing with his raspy grunts. Your eyes watered with the pressure against your throat, squeezing his thigh as you choked, quiet whines amplifying the pleasure that made his noises oh so loud.
His cock was twitching erratically beside your cheek, droplets of cum already painting your taste buds. He suddenly hissed out, messily stilling your head at the base of his length, just as his back curved in silent satisfaction. Strings of warm liquid poured into your mouth, spilling past your lips, and Renjun's expression twisted into a dazed smile.
"Good girl," he sighed, allowing you to release him, "you did well, didn't you?"
Breathless and tired, you slowly sat up, eyes flickering an unsteady gaze over the pile of notes collected beside you - a new addition resting lazily on top.
"Thanks for this," Renjun murmured, "I needed it."
He glanced down at your thighs still uncontrollably trembling, a small smirk glimmering in his dark orbs, and your cheeks flushed with heat, embarrassed and vulnerable under his burning stare.
"You won't tell anyone about this, right?" your chest shuddered, lids fluttering shut as Renjun slowly slid closer.
"Of course not," he hummed, reaching out to delicately pull his thumb across your lower lip, "you wouldn't want them knowing someone like me made you scream that loud, would you?"
description: it was jiung's idea to make you their new toy, something to play with when they're bored - and it was his idea to employ theo to initiate you.
warnings: dom!sub, sense!deprivation, blind!fold, blow!job, face!fucking, small dose of!choking, mention of initiation
Body sentient to every passing sensation, your muscles stilled beneath his golden touch. Each sense heightened with the loss of another, you felt the brushing of his fingers, the humming of his lips, even the beat of his heart. Your lashes fluttered shut behind the soft material that covered your eyes, mouth falling apart as his large palms passed sensually over your curves. His cool breath hitting the back of your neck, you melted obediently into his embrace.
"Are you nervous?" Theo hummed, long digits curling under the straps of your dress.
The silk crumpled around your feet, leaving your body bare for him to admire. One hand explored at will, grasping your breast in a desperate hold, while the other traced it's way towards your jaw.
"Answer me, angel," Theo drawled, tugging your face to the side, "are you nervous?"
Swallowing, unsteadily, you managed to shake your head, gaze falling to the tempting flesh of his rosy lips.
"No," you whispered.
"Then relax," Theo's chin tilted down, one smooth movement resting a deep kiss against your parted mouth. Tongues entwining, you became prisoner to the distinct flavour adorning your taste buds, enjoying every passing second of his vanilla relish.
"Show me what you can do," Theo mumbled, "get on your knees."
Reluctant to pull away, you dithered for a moment, wanting nothing more than to prolong the intense intimacy of his kiss. From the way he pushed into you, following the movements of your mouth, you could tell he yearned for the same thing.
But, obediently, you allowed your ankles to twist, and stepped to face the young man through blinded sight. Figures so close, air from his lungs spiraled onto your nose, sending goosebumps rushing excitedly through your body.
"Good girl," Theo purred, voice shimmering with the reminiscence of a passing smirk as you began to lower to the ground before him, "open that pretty little mouth for me now, hm?"
Positioned at his feet, you attempted to find a comfortable placement for your soon-to-be-aching knees, before reaching out to trace your hands towards his thighs.
"Open up, doll," Theo's gentle command floated through your ears, tugging your lips obediently apart. You heard the harsh pull of his zip, before the rustle of cloth, and your heart came to a fumbling halt. No idea of the size, or the girth, you found yourself crumbling with anxious anticipation, waiting for him to finally enter.
The tip came first, lubricating it's rounded head on your tongue, allowing droplets of precum to excite your core. And then, his palms resting against the back of your head, his hardened length travelled inch-by-inch into your awaiting mouth. You wrapped around the protruding veins of his cock, tracing their details towards the base. As you involuntarily gagged, Theo paused, allowing you to adjust to the pressure. It made your eyes water, and your throat clench, but your knees shifted closer - eager to please.
Low grunts gradually filling the air above, you shivered with excitement. It felt gratifying, in a way, knowing that you brought him such immediate pleasure - that the tongue, the lips, the mouth he'd claimed as his own could satisfy so easily.
Theo's hips were beginning to curve forwards, jutting momentarily against your soft skin. His head fell back, adam's apple gliding down his throat like the cock buried deep in your own. Small gags, quiet chokes, noises of yearning as you relaxed into the feeling of fullness that stretched your jaw wide. It's thick build was both daunting and hot, enjoying every distinct taste and texture it had to offer.
"Too slow," Theo spoke, long fingers massaging your scalp, "do I have to do everything myself?"
With an abrupt pull, tugging on a handful of sensitive hair, he met your mouth with an angry thrust. Your palms snatched up, nails immediately sinking into his sturdy thighs, in desperate search of balance. The choked cry it elicited had surely brought a smile - a smirk - to his face, and the thought of it filled you with need.
"Hold on tight," a slight sneer danced on his tongue, "and let me give you a proper welcome."
The air around you seemed to darken, shifting with a terrifying electricity that enveloped your burning core. Fire erupted between your thighs, as he drove his hips once, twice, thrice against your lips. The head of his cock found a home at the very back of your throat, revisiting faster and harder than before. A sloppy, ongoing gargle from your mouth was impossible to silence, eyes screwing shut to withstand the ever-growing pressure, and with Theo's hand planted so firmly to your head, you were coaxed into complete submission.
Bliss.
"You look so pretty," Theo growled, "on your knees - fuck - an obedient whore."
Saliva crawled down your chin, lips understandably red with such angry friction. You were beginning to lose all control of the two pillows wrapped around him, unintelligible sounds falling from the stretched corners of your mouth.
"If you want me to stop," Theo groaned through the slapping of skin, "tap three times."
You squeezed his thigh to signal you understood, and as if on queue he dragged your head to the very base of his throbbing length. It was clear he wasn't planning on lasting much longer, and you were dripping wet at the prospect of what would come after. Although happy to continue pleasing him, you were desperate for his head to be between your legs.
"Fuck."
Tongue passing messily over his cock's twitching veins, your eyes watered beneath the blindfold. The sheer force knocked each droplet from your lowered lids, dampening the thin cloth just as Theo's thrusts seemed to falter. His voice caught, a satisfied hiss flooding your ears, cock pausing a few inches down your throat. A few twitches, a shuddering throb, and then a rush of warm, sticky liquid, decorating your taste buds with cum. You let your exhausted eyes roll back, while Theo carefully removed himself from your slackened jaw.
"Well done," he panted, reaching down to gently massage your aching cheek, "you're officially ours."
Tired lips forming a smile, you fell back onto your heels in silent content. For a little while, you remained still, recovering, allowing your mind to delicately mull over the past moments of intimacy. With the appearance of a rag to your skin, you were pulled from your daze, lulled back to the present.
"That was good," Theo's low voice stood hairs on end, "I enjoyed it."
You breathed out a sigh of agreement, feeling his arms slowly reach behind your head.
"Shall I repay the favour?" with his words came the silk tumbling from your eyes, freeing your sight. You had little time to reply, before his palms were reaching for your jaw, lips meeting in a second of sheer passion. Chest against yours, Theo lowered your back to the floor, smiling when your knees magnetically locked around him.
"Th-Theo," you mumbled, as his thigh pressed against your heated core.
"I'm going to make you scream," Theo chuckled, "do you want me to make you scream, hm?"
You nodded, a little too fervently, and he laughed.
"Let me hear you say it."
"Make me scream," you croaked, "please, Theo, please-"
Gathering your wrists in his hands, he held them to the concrete with overwhelming ease, forcing you to still beneath him.
"I'll ruin you," he warned, head tilting, "and I want you to look me in the eye while I do."
