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House of Noise || N.JM (intro)

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 bestfriend!jaemin x fem!reader (ft. some dreamies)

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Intro | Part 1 (coming July 10th) |

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 synopsis- You thought moving into your best friend's party house would be the most reckless decision you would make all year-turns out that was only the beginning. Now you're trying to figure out whether risking your friendship is worth admitting what you've both been pretending not to feel.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 genre- college au, smut 18+, angst, slow burn, slight fluff, mutual pining, toxic romance.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 warnings- partying, alcohol use, throwing up.

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 w/c- 8k

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a/n- hili guys, I'm back hehe!!! This is a repost loll. I wasn’t feeling too confident and was about to give up on writing this whole thing. But I feel much better, and want to proceed. Sorry about the dense format and having to break this up into so many parts, tumblr is weird with length Ioll. I really hope you guys enjoy this story and please, let me know your thoughts, and if you'd like to be tagged in future parts. Luv you all mwah mwah 💋

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"Hey, is this seat taken?"

You looked up from the overwhelming spread of notecards scattered across the library table, fingers still holding one between them as your eyes met the familiar face standing nearby. You recognized him almost instantly—the boy who always sat a few rows behind you in lecture, the one who somehow looked attentive even during eight in the morning classes.

"No." You said quickly, offering a small smile. "Go ahead."

"Thanks." He slid his bag off his shoulder and set it carefully beside the chair before sitting down across from you. His eyes drifted over the color coded mess spread across the table, and a quiet laugh escaped him. "Studying for the psych exam?"

You let out a tired sigh, leaning back in your seat. "Attempting to, at least."

"I knew I recognized you from class." He said. "I wasn't completely sure at first, but then I saw the flashcards and figured nobody else would willingly suffer through this much material."

A laugh slipped out of you, softer this time. "It's actually getting concerning how much there is to memorize."

"Tell me about it." He unzipped his bag and pulled out a notebook thick with sticky notes and annotations tucked between the pages. "I take pretty detailed notes, though. They might help if you want."

You glanced down at the notebook before looking back at him. "Seriously? That would actually save my life."

His lips curved slightly, clearly amused by your reaction. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Definitely a yes." You pushed some of your flashcards aside to make room for him. "I've been needing someone organized to keep around anyway. I'm terrible at note taking."

"I can already tell." He teased, nodding toward the pile of cards threatening to slide off the table.

You stared at the mess in exaggerated offense before laughing again. "Okay, rude."

"Honest." He corrected with a grin.

For a moment, the conversation settled into something normal. Like speaking to someone you'd already known longer than a few minutes. Then he straightened slightly and held his hand out toward you. "I'm Jaemin, by the way."

You took his hand, surprised by how warm it was despite the cold air in the library. "Y/n."

"It's nice to finally know your name." He said.

You smiled without meaning to. "Likewise."

And somehow, between shared notes, late night study sessions, and conversations that always lasted longer than either of you planned, that was how you and Na Jaemin became friends.

══════════════════════════ Two years later.

You were convinced college itself wasn't actually the stressful part. Classes were fine, annoying sometimes, exhausting occasionally, but manageable. Apartment hunting, though? Apartment hunting felt specifically designed to push people toward insanity. You were sprawled across your bed with your laptop open beside you and your phone in your hand, scrolling through endless listings that somehow managed to be either outrageously expensive or suspiciously cheap with absolutely no middle ground. One place proudly advertised "natural lighting" despite every photo looking like it had been taken inside a basement bunker. Another charged nearly a thousand dollars for a bedroom with no windows.

You groaned and let your phone drop against the mattress, staring up at the ceiling for a second. Your phone buzzed almost immediately afterward. Jaemin.

You answered without thinking, pressing the phone to your ear as you rolled onto your stomach again. "Hello?"

"Wow." His voice came through warm and amused. "You sound thrilled to hear from me."

You let out a long sigh. "Sorry. I'm apartment hunting."

"Ah." He hummed knowingly. "That explains the suffering in your voice."

"You have no idea. I just found a place charging nine hundred dollars for a room with no windows."

"Sounds like a mental hospital."

A laugh escaped before you could stop it, sudden and tired.

"There she is." He said lightly, sounding pleased with himself. "You were starting to sound one second away from a complete breakdown."

You smiled, eyes drifting back toward the ceiling. Talking to Jaemin had always been easy in a way that snuck up on you over time. Somewhere between late night study sessions, random food runs, and the hundreds of little conversations in between, he became the first person you wanted to call whenever something happened, good or bad.

"So." He continued casually. "I actually called because I wanted to talk to you about the apartment thing."

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows. "I'm listening."

"Well..." You could practically hear the grin in his voice. "I found a place. And before you reject me immediately, at least let me explain first."

You narrowed your eyes instinctively even though he couldn't see you. "This sounds scary."

He laughed softly. "I'm serious. It's a house I just moved into, and then I remembered you were looking for a roommate."

Your brows furrowed. "Jaemin..."

"I know." He cut in quickly. "Living with a man sounds horrifying, I understand completely."

You laughed. "At least you're self aware."

"I try my best." He paused dramatically before continuing. "But technically, you wouldn't really be living with me."

You sat up a little straighter. "What does that even mean?"

"It's split into two sections." He explained. "Like two separate flats in one house. You'd have your own bedroom, bathroom, living room—basically your own entire space."

"Wait...really?"

"Really." His voice softened slightly, like he already knew he was winning you over. "Come look at it with me. If you hate it, I'll never bring it up again."

You hesitated for three seconds before sighing. "...Okay."

"Okay?" He repeated immediately, sounding brighter already.

You smiled to yourself. "Okay."

"Perfect. Be ready in twenty."

And before you could say anything else, he hung up.

Exactly twenty minutes later, Jaemin pulled up outside your dorm with music playing quietly through the speakers and one hand draped lazily over the steering wheel. You climbed into the passenger seat, immediately noticing the smug expression already waiting for you. "What?" You asked suspiciously.

"You trusted me enough to get into my car without even asking where we're going."

You shut the door. "You've driven me places before."

"Yeah, but now we're older." He glanced over dramatically. "More mysterious...more dangerous."

You looked around the interior of the car slowly. "You drive a silver Honda."

He paused for a moment, a smile threatening to appear on his face. "It's a very intimidating silver Honda."

You rolled your eyes, smiling as he pulled away from the curb. Music drifted softly through the car while Jaemin talked about the house with the confidence of someone trying very hard not to sound excited.

"You're overselling this." You told him eventually.

"I'm underselling it, actually."

You turned toward him. "That confident?"

"You'll see."

And annoyingly enough, he was right. The house sat farther from campus than you expected, tucked away in a quieter area surrounded by tall trees and open land. The moment you stepped out of the car, the silence hit you first. No traffic, no shouting students somewhere nearby, no distant sirens or crowded sidewalks. Just wind moving through trees and the faint sound of birds somewhere in the distance.

"Oh..." You murmured before you could stop yourself.

Beside you, Jaemin grinned immediately. "Right?"

The house itself was bigger than you imagined. Not flashy or obnoxiously expensive looking, just... nice. The kind of place that actually looked lived in instead of staged for listing photos.

"How did you even find this?" You asked as the two of you walked toward the front door.

"Connections." He answered dramatically.

You laughed quietly as he unlocked the front door and stepped inside first. The interior somehow looked even better. Sunlight spilled through wide windows across hardwood floors, and the entire place smelled faintly like laundry detergent. You barely had time to take it in before Jaemin grabbed another key from his pocket and headed toward a separate door farther down the hallway.

"And this." He announced while unlocking it. "Would be your space."

You stepped inside slowly, your eyes widening almost immediately. It was already furnished. Not in an overly decorated, trying too hard way, but comfortably. A cozy living area opened into a small hallway leading toward a bedroom and bathroom. The lighting was soft. There were shelves built into the walls, blankets folded neatly over the couch, and enough space that it didn't feel cramped or temporary.

"No kitchen down here." Jaemin explained casually, leaning against the doorway while watching your reaction carefully. "But upstairs is shared and obviously you can come up whenever you want, door will be unlocked. Other than that, this whole section is basically yours."

You walked farther inside slowly, almost nervous to touch anything. "This is..." You looked around again, genuinely speechless for a second. "Actually perfect."

His grin returned instantly. "I know."

"Don't ruin this moment." You said, turning to him.

"No promises." He laughed quietly before leading you upstairs to the main level.

His section of the house was larger—open kitchen, huge living room, wide windows that let sunlight pour across the floors in golden streaks. It already looked lived in in a very Jaemin kind of way. Shoes kicked carelessly by the door, a hoodie thrown over the back of the couch, half open boxes sitting near the dining table because apparently unpacking wasn't a priority. But what really caught your attention was when he opened the balcony door. The backyard stretched farther than you expected, surrounded by trees that made the entire place feel secluded from the rest of the world. A pool reflected sunlight beneath the afternoon sky while distant city lights barely peeked through the landscape beyond the trees.

Your jaw dropped slightly. "Woah."

"I know." He repeated proudly.

You turned toward him slowly. "How much is this place?"

His expression shifted immediately into something suspiciously innocent.

Your eyes narrowed. "Jaemin."

"I think..." He started carefully. "Hmm, you could probably manage like... five hundred?"

You stared at him. "Five hundred dollars?" You repeated slowly.

"Mhm." He nodded absentmindedly.

You pointed around. "For this?"

"Mhm."

You crossed your arms immediately. "What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing's wrong with it." He said, shaking his head.

"There is absolutely something wrong with it."

He rubbed the back of his neck, already trying not to laugh.

"Jaemin."

"Okay, listen." He held his hands up quickly. "Before you judge me—"

You sighed deeply. "Oh no."

"It's not bad." He defended immediately, which somehow made it sound worse.

"The fact you said that means it's definitely bad."

He laughed. "I kinda want to turn it into a party house."

You blinked once. "A what?"

"Only on Fridays and Saturdays." He corrected quickly. "Not constantly, I'm not insane."

You stared at him. "Wow, thanks for the clarification." You said sarcastically.

He followed after you when you walked back toward the kitchen, continuing his argument like he clearly rehearsed this already. "Think about it." He said. "College students spend ridiculous amounts of money on mediocre parties, this place is perfect for it."

You let out a hollow chuckle. "You sound like a businessman."

"I am a businessman."

You paused before turning to him. "You failed economics sophomore year."

He pointed at you immediately. "That was one time."

"Twice."

He let out a small helpless laugh, before straightening up his posture again. "I'd only use the upstairs area." He continued. "Your section stays yours completely. And every party night, I'll pay you a hundred dollars for dealing with the noise."

You paused. "...A hundred?"

"A hundred." He confirmed confidently. "Plus free access to anything at the party. Food, drinks, whatever."

Honestly, the offer itself was ridiculous in the best way possible. Cheap rent, a beautiful place, your own space entirely, living with someone you trusted more than most people. The only real problem was the parties themselves. You didn't really enjoy them anymore—not like freshman year when everything still felt exciting and new. Now all you could think about was loud music vibrating through walls, strangers spilling drinks everywhere, people yelling over each other until three in the morning. Just imagining it made you tired.

Jaemin noticed your hesitation almost immediately and for once, he stopped joking. "If it ever gets too much, I'll stop, seriously." He reassured quietly.

You looked over at him. There wasn't any teasing in his expression anymore, no smug grin, just sincerity.

"You wouldn't have to deal with anything alone here." He added after a moment. "I mean that."

Something about the way he said it settled over you quietly, because that was Jaemin. Underneath all the flirting and nonstop jokes and dramatic nonsense, he was dependable in a way that actually mattered. The kind of person who showed up, the kind who noticed things without needing to be told. You let out a slow breath. "...Okay."

His eyes widened slightly. "Okay?"

You nodded. "I'll do it."

"Wait, actually?"

You laughed at how genuinely shocked he sounded. "Yes, actually."

The grin that spread across his face was immediate and bright enough that you almost laughed again. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

"That sentence concerns me deeply."

He smiled harder. "It should."

You shook your head, smiling as well. "When can I move in?"

"Tomorrow." He answered instantly. "Right now, even. I'll carry all your boxes like a gentleman."

You put a hand on your hip. "You complain carrying grocery bags."

"That's different, those are heavy."

"Well regardless, next week would probably be better." You glanced around the house one more time. "Gives me time to sort everything out with the dorm."

"Perfect." He smiled easily.

And a week later, you stood in the middle of your new living room surrounded by half open boxes while Jaemin struggled dramatically with a lamp near the doorway. "This thing is attacking me." He complained.

"You said you were strong."

"I am, it's just hard." He shrugged.

You laughed from where you sat cross legged on the floor organizing books into messy little piles. Music drifted faintly from upstairs while evening sunlight spilled warmly through the windows, painting everything gold. The space still felt unfamiliar in places, unfinished and cluttered with boxes, but comfortably good.

Jaemin finally managed to wrestle the lamp into place before dropping onto the couch dramatically. "There." He announced proudly. "Home."

You looked around your new space slowly before glancing over at him. And despite all the doubts you had before, despite the strange arrangement and the inevitable chaos Jaemin would absolutely bring into this house, the nervousness you carried for weeks had finally started fading. Because somehow, standing here with half unpacked boxes and Jaemin arguing with furniture in the background, this already felt more like home than the dorm ever had.

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"Party night!" Jaemin announced as he dropped onto the couch beside you with enough energy to make you tired just looking at him. He fell back dramatically into the cushions, one arm stretched lazily across the top of the couch.

You glanced up from your laptop where you'd been halfheartedly scrolling through discussion posts for class. "Mhm."

Outside your window, the sun had already started slipping lower behind the trees surrounding the house, leaving streaks of warm orange light stretched across the floor. Jaemin had been preparing for this since noon like he was hosting some life changing social event instead of a college party. You lowered your laptop slightly. "I'll probably head to my friend's place tonight and crash there."

Jaemin turned toward you so fast you almost laughed before he even spoke, one hand clutching his chest dramatically. "You're leaving on opening night?"

You finally looked at him, trying not to smile at the offense written all over his face. "Yes, you know I don't party."

He sank deeper into the couch cushions with a slight frown. "Yeah, I know you don't. But...why?"

A small breath of laughter escaped you. "Do you actually want me to answer that honestly?"

He shrugged one shoulder. "I mean, yeah. I'd rather know than accidentally push you into something you hate."

You slowly closed your laptop and set it aside, tucking one leg beneath yourself as you leaned against the couch. "Sure. Freshman year, I almost died from alcohol poisoning." The words came out strangely casual for something that had once terrified you. "After that, drinking kind of stopped being fun for me." You looked down at your hands briefly before glancing back at him. "Is that a good enough reason for you?"

The smile disappeared from his face instantly, not dramatically, it just faded. His eyes dropped for a second before lifting back to yours. "Yeah." He said softly. "I think that's a very good reason."

The room settled into silence for a moment, filled only by the faint bass vibrating through the walls from upstairs. Then Jaemin leaned forward, forearms resting against his knees. "For what it's worth." He said carefully. "I hope you know that if you ever did want to party again, or drink again, or whatever falls into that category..." His eyes stayed on yours when he said it. "I've got your back."

Something in his voice made you look at him more closely.

"Nothing will ever happen to you when you're around me." He added quietly. "Ever."

Maybe it was ridiculous how immediately you believed him, but Jaemin wasn't careless with serious things. When he meant something, you could hear it. You smiled faintly. "Thanks, Jaem."

"Of course." He stayed quiet another second before glancing back over at you again, his expression brightening slightly. "So..." His tone lifted hopefully. "Does this mean there's absolutely zero chance you'll stay tonight?"

You laughed softly through your nose. "You really want me there that badly?"

"Yes." He answered immediately, without hesitation. "It's opening night, you live here. It'll feel weird if you disappear before it even starts."

You looked away for a second, thinking. The idea still made you nervous. Parties reminded you of things you worked hard not to think about anymore—blurry memories, panic, waking up ashamed and disoriented and swearing youd never let yourself get that bad again. You didn't miss drinking, you definitely didn't miss the version of yourself attached to those memories. But this wasn't freshman year anymore, and this wasn't a stranger. "Give me a rundown first." You finally said.

His entire face lit up instantly. "There we go." He stood immediately and held his hand out toward you. "Come on."

You laughed under your breath but took his hand anyway, letting him pull you off the couch. His grip lingered a second longer than necessary before he let go.

"Okay." He started while guiding you upstairs. "Main party area is here and outside." Furniture had been pushed around to make more space, LED lights casting dim colors across the walls while speakers sat tucked into corners waiting to be turned up louder later. The whole place smelled faintly like cleaning supplies mixed with whatever candle Jaemin had lit earlier.

He pointed toward the balcony door. "The balcony is completely off limits unless you're a host or you."

You blinked. "Host?"

"Me and Haechan." He smiled. "And another friend you haven't met yet, Renjun. You'll like him, he's normal."

You laughed quietly. "That's reassuring."

"It should be."

He continued walking, bringing you toward a storage closet tucked near the hallway before opening it dramatically like he was revealing hidden treasure. "Storage closet." Inside were stacks of plastic cups, unopened boxes, and bags of chips. "But later." He continued proudly. "This'll be filled with mixers, snacks, drinks, alcohol, all that. So feel free to help yourself whenever."

You hummed approvingly. "Bad thing to tell me."

He laughed. "You barely eat my food anyway."

You smiled as he shut the closet again before leading you farther down the hallway. This time, though, he stopped in front of a closed door and the shift in his demeanor was immediate.

"No one is allowed in this room." His voice lost all playfulness. "Not guests, not friends." He glanced toward you. "Not even you."

Your brows lifted slightly at the sudden seriousness in his tone. "Okay..."

"The door doesn't lock from the outside." He explained calmly. "So if you ever see someone trying to go in here, tell me immediately."

His expression stayed relaxed, but there was enough firmness underneath it that you instantly understood he wasn't exaggerating. "So it's that serious?" You asked carefully.

"Yeah."

You nodded. "Okay."

Almost immediately afterward, the tension disappeared from his face again and he bumped your shoulder lightly with his. "Anyway." He said, clapping his hands together once. "Party starts at eleven, ends around three. Tonight's free because it's opening night."

"And tomorrow?"

"No party tomorrow." He answered. "I wanna see how tonight goes first."

You leaned lightly against the kitchen island, glancing around the room again. "What about cops?"

Jaemin smiled like he rehearsed this answer already. "No neighbors close enough to complain and I'm legal, so technically everything here is legal on my end."

You laughed quietly. "You sound prepared."

"I am prepared."

Honestly, somehow the entire thing felt less intimidating now that he walked you through it. Less chaotic than you imagined.

His eyes flickered toward you hopefully. "So...does that mean yes?"

You smiled despite yourself. "I think it's a yes."

Before you could react, Jaemin pulled you into a hug. It was quick, solid enough that it caught you off guard for a second.  "This is gonna be fun." He said against your shoulder. "Thank you for being understanding about all this."

You laughed softly, patting his back once. "Of course."

As the night crept closer though, your confidence started fading again. By eight, you were sitting cross legged on your bed staring blankly at your phone while muffled music vibrated faintly through the ceiling. Every now and then you heard footsteps upstairs or furniture scraping across the floor. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, maybe staying tonight was stupid. Before you could spiral too far into the thought, three knocks echoed on the door, startling you enough to sit up immediately. You got up and opened the door to find Haechan carrying a box full of liquor bottles while another guy stood behind him holding bags full of juice and mixers.

Haechan grinned instantly. "Well, if it isn't the new tenant. Thank you for being cool with all this."

You smiled warmly. "Hey, Haechan."

"It's been forever." He stepped inside carefully. "How've you been?"

"Alive."

He paused thoughtfully, then shrugged. "Good enough for college."

Your attention shifted toward the guy behind him. "And you must be Renjun?"

He smiled immediately at the recognition, softer than you expected. "Yes, nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

Haechan adjusted the box in his arms. "Door upstairs unlocked?"

"Should be."

"Come upstairs with us." He added casually. "You're part of this now."

You hesitated briefly before shrugging. "Okay."

Jaemin was sweeping the floor when you walked in, sleeves shoved up his forearms while music played softly through the speakers. He looked up immediately and smiled. "There they are. What's up, y'all?"

"This fucking party." Haechan grinned, pulling a vodka bottle from the box and admiring it proudly. "Opening night, baby."

Jaemin shook his head with a laugh. "Yeah? Then stop standing around and help."

You instinctively moved toward the extra supplies near the counter, but Jaemin immediately pointed the broom toward you.

"Nope."

You blinked. "What?"

"You don't do anything."

"Jaemin, I live here—"

"I don't care." He pointed toward the stool beside the island. "Sit there and look pretty."

"House husband." Renjun muttered teasingly from the kitchen.

Jaemin smirked without looking up. "Exactly."

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you sat down.

Meanwhile, Haechan leaned dramatically against the counter with a vodka bottle dangling from one hand. "Y/n." He announced. "Since Jaemin's staying sober tonight, you're drinking with me, right?"

"Stop trying to recruit people into alcoholism." Jaemin said immediately.

Haechan pointed accusingly at him. "See? This is why nobody lets you have fun."

You laughed quietly. "I'll probably have a drink or two."

Jaemin stopped sweeping, slowly looking over at you, caution immediately settling across his expression. "One?"

"Maybe two." You corrected.

His head tilted slightly. "Are you sure?"

You shrugged lightly, trying to sound more confident than you felt. "No way I survive a party sober."

Haechan clapped excitedly. "Exactly the attitude we need."

Jaemin shot him a look before turning back toward you. "And you're still comfortable?"

You nodded once, smiling. "I'll be okay."

He studied your face for another second before finally nodding. "Okay."

"Anyway." Haechan interrupted. "Jisung said he'd bartend if tonight's a hit."

Jaemin hummed thoughtfully. "A bartender actually sounds smart."

"He wants forty dollars." Renjun added.

"Fair."

"But he refuses to stand behind a kitchen island all night." Haechan continued.

Jaemin laughed. "That sounds exactly like him."

"Do you think this party's actually gonna work?" Renjun asked while emerging from the storage closet.

Jaemin shrugged. "Who knows."

Haechan checked his phone. "The other house is throwing tonight too."

The shift in the atmosphere was immediate, subtle, but immediate. Jaemin's grip tightened slightly around the broom handle while your stomach sank. Everyone knew that house. Since freshman year, people practically lived there. It had a reputation for ruining people slowly—so slow, nobody noticed until they were throwing up three nights a week and crying in upstairs bathrooms pretending they were still having fun. By the time most people realized how bad things had gotten, it was already too late...including you.

"But." Haechan added quickly. "I endorsed this place, so maybe people will actually stay here tonight."

"You still go there?" Jaemin asked quietly. Something about his voice felt heavier than it should've.

Haechan frowned. "Not really, but everyone else does. Chill out."

Jaemin let out a low humorless hum. "No." He said slowly. "I'm just confused why you'd bring that up right now."

Haechan rolled his eyes. "You're still not over that?"

Jaemin turned toward him, and for the first time since you met him, something about him looked genuinely cold. Then his gaze landed on you, and the expression disappeared almost instantly. "Can you give us a minute?" He asked quietly.

You blinked. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." He answered quickly. "We just need to talk."

Haechan sighed dramatically behind him.

"Okay." You said slowly. "My room's open if you guys need anything."

"I should head out too." Renjun added carefully, grabbing his keys. "Need to get ready."

You walked him downstairs before heading back to your room. A few minutes later, muffled yelling started upstairs. You couldn't make out the words, only raised voices bleeding through the ceiling. Then the front door slammed hard enough to shake the walls slightly, and nothing but silence followed. A moment later, three soft knocks sounded against your door. "I'm coming in." Jaemin called gently before stepping inside.

You looked up immediately as he crossed the room and sat beside you on the couch. "Are you okay?" You asked softly.

He smiled instantly. "Yeah."

"What happened?"

"We got into an argument." He shrugged. "He left, that's all."

You studied him quietly. He looked calm again, but there was still tension lingering underneath it. "Will he be back?"

"Definitely." He laughed softly. "We never stay mad long."

Then after a second he looked over again. "Did you hear us yelling?"

"A little."

He sighed. "Sorry if that scared you."

You laughed quietly. "I'm not five, Jaemin. Yelling doesn't scare me."

"I know." He murmured.

"I was worried about you." You said softly.

His eyes lifted back toward yours. Something in his expression relaxed briefly before he looked away again. "Don't be." He said quietly. "Haechan's obnoxious, but he wouldn't hurt a fly."

You chuckled. "He's physically incapable of hurting a fly."

That finally made him laugh. "True."

The room settled into silence afterward, then suddenly he looked over at you again. "Thank you for caring." He said quietly. "I love you."

The words came naturally from him now, but somehow they still hit harder for you to say back every time. You smiled softly. "I care about you a lot too."

He hummed quietly, rubbing his palms against his knees before standing. "Well." He sighed dramatically. "Party starts in two hours. I should probably finish pretending I know what I'm doing."

You smiled. "Need help?"

He shook his head immediately. "Not really."

"Wow."

He laughed while backing toward the door. "You don't need to do anything. Just sit here and look pretty like usual."

You rolled your eyes. "Is that the only line you know?"

"No." He answered easily. "But it's the truest one."

You shook your head as he smiled one last time.

"Eleven." He reminded softly. "But come up whenever you're ready."

And somehow, eleven came much faster than you expected. At first it was only muffled music through the ceiling, then footsteps, then voices. You sat in your flat listening to people pour through the front door while laughter echoed through the floorboards and bass vibrated faintly through the walls. Every few seconds someone shouted over the music followed by loud cheering somewhere upstairs. You stared at your phone another thirty minutes before finally sighing and standing. "Okay." You muttered to yourself. "I can survive one party."

The moment you opened your flat door, noise rushed toward you instantly. Music pounded loud enough to feel in your chest while unfamiliar voices bounced through the stairwell and down the hallway. You barely made it two steps before someone bumped directly into your shoulder.

"Oh shit—sorry." A guy stumbled backward before immediately grinning at you. His cheeks were already flushed pink. "Wait...you're hot. Wanna drink with me?"

You physically leaned away from the overwhelming smell of alcohol on his breath. Before you could answer, you spotted Renjun near the front door stopping another guy from carrying a drink outside. "Renjun!" You called over the music. "Where's Haechan?"

"Upstairs!" He yelled back, pointing toward the second floor.

You nodded quickly and slipped through the crowd toward the stairs. The upstairs looked completely different now. The living room was packed with people talking over the music while colored lights flickered dimly across the walls. Someone had opened the windows, cool night air drifting inside while groups crowded around the kitchen island laughing loudly. A couple danced near the speakers without a care in the world while someone butchered song lyrics from across the room. And right in the center of it all—Haechan...of course. He was already surrounded by people, drink in hand while dancing obnoxiously with the confidence only drunk people possessed. 

You laughed quietly to yourself. Honestly...this wasn't nearly as bad as you expected. You slipped toward the kitchen instead, grabbing one of the plastic cups before pouring yourself soda and juice. No alcohol, just something to hold. You leaned lightly against the counter, watching the room around you. Maybe you actually could do this sober. Before you realized it, someone plucked the cup from your hand. You looked over immediately to find Jaemin beside you. His sleeves were rolled up again, hair slightly messy now from moving through the crowded house while dim colored lights flashed across his face. Without asking, he took a sip from your drink.

You rolled your eyes. "I thought you were staying sober."

"I am." He laughed.

You narrowed your eyes. "Then how do you know this doesn't have alcohol in it?"

"Because." He said casually before taking another sip. "I watched you make it."

You stared at him for a second before laughing. "Are you stalking me?"

"Yes. I've checked on you like six times already." He admitted.

You blinked. "Six?"

"Mhm."

You smiled. "You're insane."

"Renjun told me you almost got kidnapped by a drunk freshman downstairs." He defended. "Clearly I'm needed."

You laughed softly, taking another sip while glancing around the room again. He looked happy, the energy suited him annoyingly well.

"So?" You asked finally. "How's opening night going?"

Jaemin slowly turned to look over the crowded room with a smug expression. "Pretty good."

"Pretty good?" You gestured around the packed house. "There's like forty people here."

"Forty three." He corrected immediately.

You blinked. "You counted?"

"I'm hosting. I have to know these things."

You shook your head, smiling. "I think it's a success."

He looked weirdly pleased hearing that from you specifically. "You still managing?" He asked after a second, eyes flickering back toward your untouched drink.

"Shockingly, yes."

His gaze drifted toward Haechan across the room who was currently screaming lyrics with two girls hanging off him.

Jaemin sighed dramatically. "You cannot trust that man around alcohol."

Almost on cue, Haechan looked over and immediately pointed excitedly toward both of you before shoving through the crowd. He looked genuinely gone already... like, blacked out. "Hiiiiii!" He announced loudly the second he reached the kitchen, throwing an arm around Jaemin's shoulders while laughing at absolutely nothing.

Jaemin physically recoiled. "Why do you smell like alcohol already?"

"Because tonight is beautiful." Haechan answered emotionally.

You burst out laughing.

Haechan pointed dramatically around the room. "LOOK AT THIS. ITS A HIT."

Jaemin laughed under his breath. "It's going well."

"Going well?" Haechan repeated loudly. "No. No, no, no. This—" He gestured wildly toward the crowd. "Is business."

"How many drinks have you had?" Jaemin asked unamused.

"That doesn't matter." Haechan answered sloppily. "I'm a visionary." He suddenly looked serious again. "You should charge more than fifteen dollars."

You blinked. "Wait...fifteen dollars per person?"

Haechan looked at you like you finally solved a mystery. "YES."

You glanced around the packed room again. "There's like forty people here."

"Exactly."

Jaemin rolled his eyes. "I'm not trying to rob college students."

"You're too nice." Haechan mumbled. 

"And you're drunk."

He smiled. "Correct."

Then immediately his eyes brightened again. "Anyway." He grabbed your wrist lightly. "Shot."

You stared at him. "We said a drink."

His brows furrowed. "It's basically the same thing."

"It is not." You said. 

"Close enough." He shrugged.

You looked toward Jaemin for help, but he was already laughing quietly. "Oh, so now this is funny to you?" You questioned. 

"A little." Jaemin said with an amused chuckle. 

Haechan was already digging through bottles. "Come on." He insisted. "Opening night shot."

You sighed dramatically. "Whatever."

"YES." He immediately pointed toward Jaemin. "You too."

Jaemin shook his head. "Nope, staying sober."

"It's one shot." Haechan whined. "I want you to feel included."

"I already feel included."

"You're being boring." Haechan wined louder. 

Jaemin sighed deeply before finally holding his hand out. "Fine."

Haechan cheered loud enough for nearby people to look over before pouring three shots from the nearest bottle without actually checking what it was. "Opening night." He grinned, raising his glass.

Jaemin lifted his reluctantly and you followed.

"One, two, three—"

The alcohol burned immediately, violently... too violent. Your entire face twisted before you even swallowed fully. "What the hell—"

Jaemin coughed beside you while Haechan nearly collapsed laughing.

"That tasted like gasoline." You wheezed. "What the fuck did you give me?"

Your throat genuinely felt like it was melting. Immediately suspicious, you grabbed the bottle from the counter, then froze.

"...Haechan."

He looked over innocently.

"You gave me 190 proof alcohol?"

Haechan blinked once before bursting into horrified laughter. "I DIDN'T MEAN TO." He shouted through laughter. "I just grabbed the first bottle!"

Jaemin smacked the back of his head instantly. "She hasn't drank in forever, are you insane?"

"I said I was sorry!"

You opened your mouth to respond, but your stomach twisted. "Oh no."

Jaemin's expression changed instantly. "What?"

You covered your mouth quickly. "I'm gonna throw up." Without another word, you turned and shoved through the crowd toward the stairs while Jaemin hurried after you.

"Y/n—wait—"

You barely made it downstairs before dropping to your knees in front of the toilet. The alcohol came back up almost immediately. Honestly...not your finest moment.

Jaemin appeared in the doorway seconds later. "Are you okay?" He asked quickly, crouching beside you while pulling your hair away from your face without hesitation.

You nodded weakly between coughs. "I think my throat dissolved."

He laughed despite himself. "You literally drank 95% alcohol."

You groaned against the toilet seat. "I trusted you people." A weak laugh escaped you before you immediately regretted it.

After a few miserable minutes, the worst finally passed. You sat back against the bathtub while Jaemin handed you water, watching you carefully the entire time. "You good?"

"I think so." You rinsed your mouth before standing slowly. "I'm never listening to Haechan again."

"That's a healthy conclusion."

You brushed your teeth while Jaemin leaned against the doorway watching you with obvious amusement. "You're taking this surprisingly well." He admitted.

You shrugged tiredly. "Honestly, throwing up isn't even the embarrassing part." You pointed your toothbrush toward him. "The embarrassing part is doing it ten minutes into the party."

You finished brushing your teeth before collapsing dramatically onto your couch. "I think I'm done for tonight. Blame Haechan."

He nodded sincerely. "Understandable."

But honestly...you were a little disappointed. You actually wanted to stay upstairs longer and Jaemin noticed immediately. "You're bummed out." He said. 

You stared at him. "No I'm not."

"You are."

You sighed into the couch cushion. "I was actually starting to have fun a little, couldn't even dance."

He stared at you for a second, then suddenly grabbed your remote. Before you could question him, music started playing through your TV. You looked up immediately. "What are you doing?"

"If you can't go to the party." He said simply, holding his hand out toward you. "The party comes to you."

You burst out laughing. "Jaemin, you're so corny—"

"Yeah, yeah, come on. Song's not getting any longer."

You shook your head, smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt as he wiggled his fingers impatiently. Finally, you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up immediately. Somehow, in the middle of your dim living room while a massive party raged upstairs, the two of you started dancing like complete idiots. Half the time you could barely hear the TV over the bass vibrating through the ceiling, but neither of you cared. Jaemin spun you around dramatically at one point and nearly sent both of you crashing into the coffee table laughing.

"This is so stupid." You laughed breathlessly.

He grinned. "You're smiling, though."

You hated that he was right. By the time the song ended, both of you were laughing too hard to breathe properly. Jaemin bent slightly at the waist catching his breath, ears flushed red.

You narrowed your eyes. "Are you drunk?"

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No. Just happy."

Something about the way he said it made it harder to look away from him for a second. Then he finally straightened again. "I should probably get back upstairs."

You nodded slowly. "Yeah."

He hesitated briefly before looking at you again. "I'll come check on you later, okay?"

"I'll survive."

"I know." His smile softened slightly. "But still."

You looked down for a second, suddenly too aware of how close he was standing. "Okay."

"And if you need literally anything." He added while backing toward the door. "Call me immediately."

"Yes, father."

He pointed at you. "Mock me all you want, but I'm still right."

Then he disappeared upstairs again. The music overhead grew louder once more, but now it sounded distant. Almost comforting in a strange way. You sat back against the couch laughing quietly to yourself while exhaustion slowly settled into your body. Your night had ended horribly early and somehow...it had still been good. Eventually your eyes started drifting shut, and before you realized it, you'd fallen asleep curled against the couch cushions.

Hours later, the party had mostly died down. The house was quieter now, music softer upstairs while scattered voices echoed faintly through the floorboards. Jaemin stepped carefully into your flat after knocking softly once. The TV still glowed dimly across the room and there you were. Asleep exactly where he left you.

A small smile appeared on his face immediately. "Of course." He murmured quietly.

He walked over carefully before crouching beside you. You barely stirred when he slid one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back, lifting you carefully from the couch. Your face instinctively buried against his chest, he tried not to smile too much at that. Once he reached your room, he laid you down gently beneath the blankets, making sure you were fully covered before stepping back. Jaemin stood there for another quiet second, just looking at you. He didn't know why he couldn't just say it—admit how he really felt with words instead of the countless actions you probably brushed off as him being friendly.

Well, he did know. 

You'd never given him a reason to think you wanted him that way. At least, not that he noticed. You couldn't even bring yourself to say you loved him back. There were no hard feelings about it, he knew you cared. He knew you were trying your best, and that some things didn't come out as naturally for you as they did for him. A small smile appeared at his lips. He reached up, intending to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, but stopped himself halfway. The greatest gift he'd ever been given was having you here with him. He couldn't risk losing that.

Finally, he leaned over, switched off your lamp, and quietly slipped out of the room, locking the door behind him.

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You stirred awake slowly, sunlight spilling across your bed through the cracks in your curtains. For a second you just laid there, staring blankly at the ceiling while your body felt heavy. The house above you was finally quiet now, the loud bass and voices from the night before completely gone. You reached over blindly for your phone: 8:28 AM.

A miserable sound left your throat as you rolled over dramatically, pulling the blanket over your head in another attempt to fall asleep...nothing. Your body was tired, but your brain had already decided it was awake. You sighed heavily before finally dragging yourself out of bed. The memories from the night before slowly returned while you brushed your teeth. The party, the dancing, the horrible shot...throwing up. Jaemin dancing around your living room like an idiot. You laughed quietly to yourself at the memory while washing your face. Honestly, the night had gone significantly better than expected.

About twenty minutes later, you headed upstairs in an oversized hoodie and pajama shorts, the smell of cleaning supplies already faintly lingering through the hallway before you even reached the kitchen. The aftermath of the party was everywhere. A couple empty cups still sat abandoned near the couch, the balcony door cracked open letting cool morning air drift through the house. Music played quietly from Jaemin's speaker now—something soft and relaxed compared to the chaos from last night. 

Jaemin himself was standing near the kitchen island with a trash bag in one hand while wiping down the counter with the other. His hair looked messy, dark hoodie hanging loosely over him while tiredness still lingered faintly beneath his eyes.

He looked up immediately when he heard you, a small smile spreading across his face. "Good morning." He greeted warmly, tossing another cup into the trash bag.

You smiled back automatically as you walked toward the kitchen. "Good morning."

"How was your sleep?" He asked, tying off the trash bag before leaning against the counter.

"Well." You answered honestly while opening the pantry. "And yours?"

"Good." He replied with a quiet laugh. "Though I did discover drunk people somehow miss trash cans from two inches away."

You laughed softly while pulling pancake mix from the shelf. "Sounds traumatic."

"It was." He said seriously, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. "I've seen things."

You laughed under your breath while grabbing a bowl from the cabinet. "How late did the party go?" You asked, setting the bowl down on the counter.

"People finally started leaving around three thirty." Jaemin answered, carrying the trash bag toward the door. "Haechan tried to start an afterparty too."

You paused mid motion and looked at him. "Absolutely not."

"Exactly what I said." He replied with a grin.

You shook your head, smiling while starting the pancake batter.

"You feeling okay?" Jaemin asked after a moment, watching you from across the kitchen.

You let out a dramatic sigh. "I think I'm still recovering." 

"That shot really destroyed you." He laughed.

"You gave me bleach disguised as alcohol." You accused while whisking the batter.

"Haechan gave you bleach disguised as alcohol." Jaemin corrected immediately, pointing toward you. "Don't put that on me."

You narrowed your eyes playfully. "You still took the shot too."

He paused for a second before nodding slowly. "...but I didn't throw it up."

You laughed as music continued softly through the kitchen. Jaemin moved around cleaning while you cooked, occasionally brushing past each other in the small kitchen without either of you thinking much of it anymore. At one point he reached around you to grab paper towels from beside the stove. "Sorry." He murmured instinctively.

"You live here too." You reminded him with a smile.

"Still... manners."

You rolled your eyes affectionately.

"You know." He said suddenly while rinsing cups in the sink. "You actually did really good last night."

You glanced back at him over your shoulder. "At throwing up?"

He laughed softly, shaking his head. "No, at staying."

Something in his tone made your expression soften slightly. "You made it easier, though I wasn't there for long." You admitted, turning your attention back to the pancakes before he could notice how genuine you sounded.

But he did notice. You could feel it in the quiet smile he wore afterward. Instead of responding, he reached over and turned the music up slightly. A new song started playing through the speaker, upbeat enough that Jaemin immediately started dancing badly while carrying empty cups toward the trash.

You stared at him in disbelief. "...What are you doing?"

"Cleaning choreography." He answered confidently, spinning once terribly.

"That looked concerning."

"I have rhythm." He defended.

You smiled. "You almost fell into the counter."

"But I recovered." He replied with a grin.

You laughed harder than you meant to, shaking your head while pouring another pancake into the pan. A few minutes later the kitchen smelled like syrup and butter while sunlight spilled warmly across the countertops. You plated the pancakes before sliding a plate toward Jaemin.

He blinked at it in surprise. "You made me breakfast?" He asked, looking genuinely caught off guard.

"You helped me not die last night." You replied casually while sitting across from him. "I figured you earned pancakes."

A slow smile spread across his face as he picked up his fork. "You know... acts of service is actually my love language."

You pointed your fork toward him immediately. "Don't make this weird."

"I'm not making it weird." He laughed. "I'm appreciating you."

"You're dramatic." You said, laughing as well. 

"And you still cooked for me."

You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile as you took a bite. For a few moments the two of you just sat there eating quietly while soft music filled the kitchen, it felt nice. Then Jaemin leaned back slightly in his chair, satisfaction written all over his face. "Well." He said proudly. "Opening night was officially successful."

You laughed softly. "I think forty people confirms that."

"Forty six." He corrected immediately.

You stared at him. "You seriously kept count?"

"I'm hosting." He replied simply with a shrug. "I have to know these things."

"You said that last night." You said.

"Because it's true. I'm a businessman." He said confidently before taking another bite of pancakes.

You chuckled quietly, shaking your head. Honestly though...he wasn't wrong. The party had been a success, and surprisingly enough, you hadn't hated it. Actually... You set your fork down slowly, looking up at him. "Can I ask you something?"

Jaemin immediately looked interested. "Depends." He said cautiously. "Am I about to lose money?"

You laughed. "Maybe." You leaned back slightly in your chair. "Can I help with the parties too?"

His brows lifted in surprise. "Help how?"

"Like...planning, setting up, hosting." You explained with a shrug. "If I live here anyway, I might as well contribute."

Jaemin studied your face for a second, clearly trying to figure out if you were serious. "You actually want to?" He asked carefully.

You nodded once. "Yeah, but I want half the money."

A grin spread across his face almost immediately. "Oh." He laughed softly, pointing at you. "That's what the pancakes are about. Now you're a businessman all of a sudden."

"Businesswoman." You corrected proudly.

He put his hands up. "My apologies." He leaned back in his chair thoughtfully. "Okay, you can absolutely help."

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. "There's a condition, isn't there?"

"There's always a condition." He replied smoothly.

You sighed dramatically. "What is it?"

He smiled innocently. "You have to go on a date with me."

Your brows furrowed almost instantly. "What?"

He shrugged. "Yep, my only condition."

You laughed. "Okay... sure, I guess?" 

His face smile dropped immediately as he scratched behind his ear. "Oh... I was kidding. Thought you'd say no." 

You laughed. "See now, I'm embarrassed. Businesswoman does what she has to do though."

He shook his head jokingly in disapproval. "Sleeping your way to the top, wow." 

"You said a date, not sleeping together." You corrected him.

"Fair." He shrugged. "But I get to use your flat during parties too if needed." He said, though he knew he'd never invade your space like that.

Your brows lifted immediately. "For what exactly?"

"Extra space." He explained quickly, holding his hands up. "Nothing crazy. Just somewhere for people to hang out if upstairs gets too crowded."

You thought about it for a moment. Honestly...that made sense. "Fine." You agreed slowly. "And the date is canceled." 

Jaemin grinned. "Whatever."

"But." You added quickly, pointing at him. "I get half control over the playlist."

His expression immediately dropped. "Oh no."

"Yes."

"No, absolutely not." He laughed, shaking his head. "You'll ruin the vibe."

"You played three Drake songs in a row last night, which was terrible by the way." You said straight faced. "You are not controlling music alone anymore."

Jaemin sighed dramatically, rubbing his face in fake frustration. "This partnership is already becoming difficult."

You smiled proudly. "So we have a deal?"

He looked at you for another second before finally holding his hand out across the table. "Deal."

You shook his hand firmly.

By Monday afternoon, the house already felt different, more organized, more planned. Jaemin bought whiteboards for schedules, you started building playlists. Haechan contributed absolutely nothing except unnecessary opinions and unwarranted shots on weekdays that you both always declined. Haechan loudly advertised the party to anyone willing to listen. "Friday night!" Haechan shouted dramatically near the student center. "Be at the pool party or be painfully boring!"

"You make us sound like a cult." You muttered while taping another flyer onto a wall.

"We kind of are." Jaemin replied casually beside you.

You looked over at him. He looked happy, really happy. And standing there beside him, you realized this wasn't just his thing anymore, it was yours too.

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Part 1 (coming soon)

[babyangelsky]

Nakhun and Phatsa’s entire relationship thus far:

Nakhun: I can give you whatever you want. Money is no object. Do you want a car? To travel? Clothes? Jewels? Power? Tell me, what does your heart desire?

Phatsa: A task.

[yum-nyang]

[islesnap]

he’s so attractive it’s insane HOW can someone look like that

[pineappleonmyburger]

| pairing: jaehyun (bnd) x reader

| genre: smut

| CW: semi-public sex, risky sex, teasing, pet names (baby, jagi, princess), clit play, nipple play, jaehyun is a bit needy, foreplay, oral sex (f! receiving), unprotected pinv (no no), dirty talk, jae cums inside, multiple orgasms.

| word count: 1,578

| synopsis: late night, a hotel pool, and your bf who just can’t keep his hands to himself….no matter who may be around

| note: based on this ask, thanks for the request, babes <3

alexa play swim by bts

“Myung Jaehyun, you’re so dead!” You yelp, face suddenly covered in water droplets, hair soaked from the giant splash. “What are you, 12?!” 

“Awhhh, poor baby.” He chuckles, swimming leisurely back towards you after moving away quickly after covering you with pool water. You huff, fake pouting, and crossing your arms, turning away from him. 

“You’re mean.” You continue sulking, hearing him wade through the water until he gets to you, wrapping his strong arms around your abdomen from behind. He presses his body against you, tucking his chin into the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry, jagi.” He whispers into your ear, the heat of his breath sending chills down your spine. He places the first kiss on your shoulder, halfway innocent, but as his lips trail up your neck, the innocence disappears. They start soft, but he quickly recognizes your breath quickening, making him up the ante. His teeth nip at your sensitive skin, mouth suctioning around the already-red areas. He presses his body into you further, his hard cock pressing into your ass from behind. 

“Hyun..” You let out a hushed moan, his arms around you tight, grazing your soft skin. “Baby, we’re in the middle of a public hotel pool, just to remind you.” You continue with a giggle, trying to be level-headed, but as his hands continue to wander, as well as his lips, you begin not even to care where you are. “Anyone…could see.” You mumble between whimpers.

“Exciting, isn’t it?” He whispers, hands palming your breasts. It was beyond late, nearing one a.m., so the likelihood of someone venturing down to the pool is slim, but you never know. The thought excites you more than you’d like to admit, knowing that anyone could walk past the doors to the outdoor pool and see your boyfriend making you fall apart on his dick, wishing they were getting fucked that good. 

His right hand trails down under the water, reaching the waistline of your bikini bottoms, tracing the skin just underneath, and you shudder, your head leaning back, resting against his. You push your hips back into his, feeling his length hard as a rock against you.

“C’mon, princess, let me make you feel good.” He begs with a smirk, fingers traveling lower. “And if someone sees, let them. Let them see how you tremble beneath my fingers….my tongue….my cock.” He groans, grinding his clothed dick into your backside. Two fingers press against your clit, and you suck in a breath as they begin to slowly circle your sensitive nub, water splashing softly as his arm moves.

“J-Jaehyun, please.”  You whine, his fingers pressing harder into you, picking up the pace. His left hand continues to knead your breasts, going back and forth between the two, giving them equal attention. He rolls your nipples between the pads of his fingers, making you yelp, even over the cloth of your bikini top. The knot in your stomach begins to grow, his fingers continuing to send pleasure bolting throughout your body. 

Then suddenly, and painfully, his every movement ceases. Before you can question it, his strong arms spin you, picking you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. His hands steady you, one gripping your waist, the other trailing up to your hair as he pulls you in, lips crashing into yours with great power. As the kisses intensify, Jaeyhyun moves toward the edge of the pool, your back hitting the rough corner.

 He lifts you with ease, your ass on the border of the inground pool wall. He uses his body to spread your legs, his right hand resting on your abdomen, giving you a light push, signaling for you to lie back. You do as he requests, the cool concrete uneven and coarse against your skin. His hands stroke the delicate skin of your legs, squeezing lightly the closer he gets to your core. He leans down, placing hot, wet kisses on your inner thigh, making you whine. 

“So fucking pretty, baby.” He groans against your skin before placing a solid kiss directly onto your wet, clothed pussy. You shudder, body squirming under his touch, needing more. He moves your thin bikini bottoms to the side, taking a moment to admire your cunt, running a finger through your wet folds.

“Look at you, so ready for me, aren’t you, princess?” He teases, gathering your slick on his fingers, toying with you. He leans back down, kissing all around your cunt, wanting to worship you, but you’re losing your patience. You grip his hair, tugging, desperate for more.

“Babyyyy.” You whimper, but before you can say anything further, his mouth is on you. His tongue moves slowly and meticulously, making sure you feel every inch of him. Your back arches against the concrete, yanking on his hair, pushing him further into you. A door to the hotel wavers from the wind, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Relax, jagi. No one’s coming down here at this hour.” He lifts off of you just for a moment to speak, but this time, when his tongue is back on you, he’s eating you alive. His mouth suctions over your throbbing clit, making you wail from the extreme pleasure. His skilled tongue circles quickly, taking a break every once in a while to toy with your entrance. You can feel yourself about to explode, grasping at his hair even harder as your breath quickens, body close to falling apart.

“I-I’m g’na cum.” You whine, barely able to get your words out before your entire body seizes, his tongue still devouring you as you shake underneath him. You clamp your hand over your mouth, muffling your dramatic moans. His grip on your thighs tightens as you try to clamp them shut, overwhelmed with bliss as his mouth stays on you through your orgasm. 

“Hyun, I need you.” You moan, and he hums against your cunt, causing your hips to buck against him, and you can feel him smirk against you. He lifts off of you, kissing your thigh gently as he backs away. He pulls you forward, lifting you once again, and you curl around him, stealing breathless kisses as he brings you to the more shallow end of the pool, only his thighs and below now submerged in water. He holds you against the rough wall, but you’re too far gone, drunk on him to even care how the edge digs into your back. 

He wastes no time, tugging down his trunks just far enough for his hard, angry cock to spring outwards. His strong arms secure underneath you, hands planted on your ass. He pulls your bottoms to the side once again, aligning his shaft with your pulsing hole. He grinds himself into you, the head of his length traveling through your folds, collecting your arousal. You whine, silently begging him to go further.

He shoves into you with one sudden movement, making you cry out, his cock hitting deep inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot immediately the moment he enters you. He doesn’t pause, doesn’t give you a moment to adjust; rather, he fucks into you fast and hard. Your mind is reeling, not able to do anything but moan, not even caring enough to cover your mouth. 

“So fucking tight, so warm, fuck. Every damn time.” He groans through the sounds of water splashing and skin slapping. If anyone came down to get a breath of fresh air out by the pool, you’d be so screwed. You can already feel the knot expanding in your stomach again, embarrassingly quickly. Your body moves with his thrusts as he pummels into you harshly. He places messy kisses anywhere he can reach, his wet mouth all over you. 

“J-Jae.” You stutter, both of you desperately grasping at each other, anywhere that you can. His head rests in the crook of your neck, stunned from pleasure, just as much as you. His pace falters, your cunt fluttering around him, close to coming undone.

“Let go, princess. I can feel you clenching around me, wanna see you fall apart around my cock.” He whispers into your ear, his words sending you over the edge. Your thighs tremble, and your moans uncontrollable as your high washes over you. Your boyfriend’s orgasm quickly follows yours, not holding back his moans, only making your pleasure heighten. His warm seed floods your cunt, coating your walls, and he continues fucking you both through it, pushing his cum deeper inside of you.

“Shit, baby.” You giggle, his length still buried inside of you, movements stilled. You try to lean back, ready to climb off of him and return to your suite. 

“No, no, wait. I just wanna stay like this for a minute.” He pleads, your loving boyfriend, always wanting to be as close as possible. He nuzzles into your neck, placing sweet kisses on your neck. 

“Okay, hyunnie.” You chuckle at his adorableness, his charming personality making you swoon almost constantly. You stay like that for a few minutes, until the sound of a door opening nearly scares the daylights out of you both. The hotel’s security stops just outside the door, taking a look around with his flashlight, giving the two of you a quick wave before turning around and walking leisurely inside. 

“I think I just had a heart attack,” Jaehyun admits with a laugh, a deep grin spreading across his face.

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mdni

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❤︎⠀ 。 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎holding on too tight gotta let it flow.  •⠀‎‎  masterlist  ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎𓋰‎‎  ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎💬 ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼 ───  ᛫ huh yunjin x fem!r ✶  hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, crying, brief kiss . don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.

the rain tapped against the windows like it had something to say. you sat on the floor of the living room, back against the couch, knees pulled to your chest. the tv was on but muted. some variety show yunjin liked. you couldn’t focus on the bright smiles and loud laughter.

your chest felt tight again. that familiar, ugly weight. the one that came without warning and stayed too long.

you heard the front door click open. soft footsteps. the rustle of a jacket being hung up.

“babe?” yunjin’s voice floated in, warm and a little tired from practice. “i’m home. you didn’t answer my texts—”

she stopped when she saw you.

the smile on her face faded into something softer, more careful. she crossed the room in seconds, crouching in front of you like she was afraid you might shatter.

“hey…” her hand found your cheek, thumb brushing away a tear you didn’t even realize had fallen. “what happened?”

you tried to speak. nothing came out right. your throat closed up.

yunjin didn’t push. she just sat down beside you on the floor, legs stretched out, and pulled you gently into her side. one arm wrapped around your shoulders. the other found your hand and laced your fingers together.

you stayed like that for a long minute. the only sounds were the rain and your uneven breathing.

“i’m sorry,” you finally whispered. your voice cracked. “i’m trying. i really am. but it still hurts. every time i think i’m okay, it comes back and i… i don’t know how to let it go. i don’t know how to stop carrying it.”

yunjin’s grip tightened just a little. she pressed a kiss to the top of your head, then another to your temple.

“you don’t have to let go tonight,” she said quietly. “or tomorrow. or even next week. there’s no deadline, baby.”

a sob broke out of you before you could stop it. then another. the kind that made your whole body shake. you turned and buried your face in her hoodie, clutching the fabric like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.

yunjin held you through it. she didn’t tell you to stop crying. she didn’t say “it’s okay” like it was something small. she just rocked you slowly, one hand stroking your hair, the other rubbing slow circles on your back.

“i hate that it still has this much power over me,” you choked out between tears. “i hate that i’m like this. you deserve someone who’s not… broken.”

yunjin pulled back just enough to look at you. her eyes were glassy too, but steady.

“don’t say that.” her voice was firm but gentle. “you’re not broken. you’re healing. and healing isn’t linear, remember? some days you take steps forward. some days you sit on the floor and cry. both are valid.”

she wiped your tears with the sleeve of her hoodie.

“i fell in love with you,” she continued. “not some perfect version of you that doesn’t have a past. i love the way you still flinch at certain sounds. i love how you try so hard even when it’s hard. i love that you let me see this part of you.”

you sniffled, looking at her through wet lashes. “but what if i never fully let go?”

yunjin smiled softly, the kind of smile that made your chest ache in the best way.

“then i’ll sit with you while you hold on. and when you’re ready to loosen your grip—even just a little—i’ll be right here to catch whatever falls.”

she leaned in and kissed you. slow. sweet. tasting faintly of the strawberry lip balm she always stole from your bag. when she pulled away, she rested her forehead against yours.

“you don’t have to do this alone anymore,” she whispered. “that’s what i’m here for. to remind you that you’re safe now. that the past can’t hurt you the way it used to. not while i’m holding you.”

another tear slipped down your cheek, but this one felt different. lighter.

yunjin stood up and offered you both hands. “come on. let’s go to bed. i’ll hold you until you fall asleep. and if you wake up crying again, i’ll still be there.”

you let her pull you up. she led you to the bedroom, helped you change into one of her oversized shirts, and tucked you under the covers. then she climbed in behind you, wrapping herself around you like a shield.

her fingers traced lazy patterns on your arm.

“i’ve got you,” she murmured against the back of your neck. “tonight. tomorrow. as long as you need.”

you closed your eyes, listening to the steady beat of her heart against your back. the rain kept falling outside, but inside, for the first time in a long while, the storm in your chest felt a little quieter.

you didn’t know how to let go yet.

but with yunjin’s arms around you and her soft breathing in your ear, you thought maybe… just maybe… you didn’t have to figure it all out tonight.

and that was enough.

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[jiungbbl]

fuck my pornstar body

an intak smau seriesִֶָ ࿐

⤷ synopsis ᯓ when your daily dose of doom scrolling on twitter accidentally leads to you liking a random porn video from a — not so random anymore — guy.

⌗ nsfw (MDNI)

an: literally felt the urge to write some series after reading @jongseoul's smaus... idk how this will work but i will try dramatically looks up to the sky... show some mercy comment something even if its idk 67

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PART 1

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PART 4

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PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

PART 9

PART 10

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jiungbbl

[islesnap]

mdni

[saturnsfae]

— welcome to pleasure course 101. :: 2.200+ words. ..ᝰ.ᐟ

• little love letter :: your mischievous boyfriend, yuma, decided now was the time to become teacher and give his student/nerdy best friend, jo, a lesson on how to get a girl to cum, using lucky you as a model for demonstration… .

warnings :: (18+) mdni. smut — bf! 中耒田悠真 x bsf! 朝倉穣 x afab!reader ... established relationship, poly dynamics, reader isn’t aware of it at first, consensual threesome, bratty dom!yuma, switch!jo, sub!reader, consensual free use, slight objectification, oral (f!receiving), personification of sex, fingering, petnames (doll, kitty), teaching sex (?), implications of virgin jo (first time touching a girl lol), yuma sharing you, clit stimulation, detailed descriptions of female anatomy, mentions of squirting…

sticky note :: this was originally written with two other ppl in mind … fictional characters… from a very popular anime.. 🤞let’s see who can guess it, right >.<

the moment yuma saw the necklace around your neck, it was over. grabbing you by the arm and throwing you over his shoulder, he would smack your plush ass everytime you would kick around from the sudden action. he didn’t care, didn’t react since he knew it was all for show, a big smile on his face as he brings you towards his room where the other man was waiting, nervously and unaware to you.

“yuma, if you don’t put me down, i swear to everything i will—”

and so he did, plopping you down onto the bed beneath because whatever you were gonna say would be straight up lies and because he’s already at the destination he wanted to bring you in the first place. he looms over you with his hands on his hips, a wide grin that screams nothing but mischief and underlying insanity, and you could only grow more weary. of course, yuma’s plotting something. his stupid smile full on display. you dislike how much it affects you, gets you squirming. you’re supposed to be mad at him. what you didn’t realize was who he was plotting with, body jolting at the sound of a soft hum behind you. your eyes widened at who was already there.

“… jo?”

you’re completely caught off guard, surprise evidently shown on your face and said man just knows it’s because of the rare situation. like, what he is doing in your room? how was yuma able to sneak him passed you? the pale man could only get more pale but he’s already set on his idea.

“hi...” his voice sounds as meek as it is deep, deeper than the red flush traveling down his neck and coloring his ears..

maybe going to you and yuma about this would be detrimental. or maybe not. i mean, who else would he go to other than his best friend that knows exactly what he wants to learn?

yuma quickly turns your attention back towards him with a hand gripping your jaw, craning your neck as he crouches down to your eye level, and you just want to smack that frown off his face for interrupting your cooking.

“hey kitty, lemme fill you in briefly.” he tilts his head slightly, tone overly sweet for a good reason — perhaps to himself. you’re still trying to find reason for all this. “jo here just needs a little favor from us and as my duty as his teacher for practically everything, i must help him out.”

there’s silence for a moment as you’re looking between the two different men. yuma was the one who breaks it first, like always.

“you know, a little something back for all the tutor lessons he gave me for that other class.”

.. okay, he didn’t have to mock you like that.

the narrow squint of your eyes is what gets the man to continue. “and you do remember our conversation the other day, right? about who could be our… plus one?”

immediately, your eyes blinked wide as big as saucers. he’s watching you clearly through his blonde bangs but you avoid his gaze, knowing how they dilate in glee upon seeing the flush that spreads over your cheeks in recollection of what he brought up.

you definitely can recall the past discussion clearly, how he sat criss cross across from you with an enthusiastic look on his face as you listed potential candidates to your shared fantasy. throughout the talk yuma did not stay silent though, he definitely threw his two cents in with a list of his own, the names of two other men ringing in your ears with a bit more consideration…

he chuckles through his lopsided, toothy grin once you’ve caught on, raising an eyebrows as you finally speak up.

“why would you even bring tha—”

“because this is a perfect chance. jo wants to learn, you have your lil necklace on,” he points out, letting his hand fall from your jawline to twirl the small pendant of your necklace around his finger, the same necklace you use to let him know how freely you want him to take. he remembers clearly when you both exchanged jewelry after a well thought out conversation. “we wanted a plus one…? two and two together…?”

okay whatever, it adds up.

you should be mad at him, you should hit him for even thinking of this, you should question him on how long this teaching thing has been going.

but he’s right— however much you want to smack him and run away before he pull you over his shoulder to repeat this again. you’ll never tell him he’s so right but you figured he already knows by how he leans away, hands falling back onto his hips as his shoulders jump from his stifled laugh.

you took one look back at jo, who raises his eyebrows and blinks his usually narrowed eyes back at you with a hopeful gaze. the sheepish smile that settles on his full lips could only mean that he’s most certainly spoken to yuma about some another fantasy of his as well.

the sigh that empties from your lungs was deep and the fidgeting of your hands was evident, but the way you shift where you sat and the obviously coy look you gave yuma was all he needed to get to work.

you sort of knew what you were getting into, but you didn’t think it would be like this.

right when yuma pushed you back onto the mountain of pillows and told you to stay silent, you immediately caught onto his idea. and now that you’re in this deep, soaked panties thrown somewhere else in the room and long gone, you’re not sure whether or not is really was a good idea.

“okay jojo,” he mumbles and you wish he would’ve never picked up on the little nickname you called jo, giving out a deep sigh at the sound of his purr instead of scolding him. “she’s all yours.”

and fuck, was jo ready. so ready it caught you off guard by the immediate way he leans in to suddenly lick over your entire slit, glasses pushed all the way up and still on. you can see the way yuma’s grin widens from where he laid besides jo, relishing on the soft moan that tumbles from your parted lips. despite it being a first experimental taste, you’re completely winded. he was eager, like he was waiting for this moment all his life, ready to coat his lips with your shining slick.

“like that?” jo mumbles way too close to your cunt and your eyes almost roll at the soft gaze he gives yuma. yuma’s grip on your thigh tightens and you’re catching his stare, feeling yourself grow hotter under his feline stare. what a freak, getting off on seeing his girl get used.

“mhm, just like that.” he nods, pushing your knee closer to your own stomach while turning his attention the glistening wetness of your pussy. “do whatever you feel is right, i told you she’s your doll to play with.”

yuma’s marveling at how slick you’ve already gotten in the span of this spontaneous scene happening, much to your dismay. yet, it’s clear how effect you both are, and jo is completely unaware and just focused on learning more.

he doesn’t waste no time, remembering what instructions yuma gave him from before and putting it to good use. yuma can’t help the small giggle from seeing how eager he was and how you struggled to hide your moans.

“hold on,” both you and jo grow back into your senses at the command yuma gives him, a sharp exhale falling from your lips when jo pulls off from your swollen clit with a wet pop. hm.. what a good boy. you glance back down between them and find jo staring at your cunt with an expression you can’t really make out through your clouded mind. “it seems like you have something to say…?”

ugh, you’re dizzy from yuma’s teasing nature. it’s clear you all want this, want him to continue but, you wait. gnawing onto your raw bottom lip, you wait. watching jo’s heavy and half fogged up glasses slide a bit further down his perfect nose, you fucking wait.

it’s like jo loses all prior confidence within that one second, blinking rapidly as he tilts his head in thought. he doesn’t know how to word it without being blunt but you didn’t think the words he chooses were going to affect you that much.

“so wet. it’s, like, almost bubbling. is she always like this?” speaking as if you weren’t there and you know how much yuma loves to indulge in it. your sheepish whine gets caught off by the cocky man. “jojo—”

“always. at least with me,” yuma simply shrugs and pairs it with a smug smile, leaning his chin over jo’s shoulder to marvel with him at the sight. it should be embarrasing. “means you’re doing a good job, jo, and you just got started..”

your eyes meet yuma’s just as he utters those words, sharing a moment, both knowing why exactly you’re this wet. you’ve clearly been needing this.

jo swipes his tongue over his lips, the sight rendering you speechless despite not saying anything. just the image and the feeling of him tasting your essence was enough to make you tremble underneath their hands, your eyes lowering down to the mess jo’s already made with his tongue instead. your hands fidget with the sheets, not uttering a word. maybe you should just let yuma teach…

“remember— lick, suck, kiss, maybe even nibble,” you hear yuma mumble as he presses the side of his face closer towards jo’s, pushing against his glasses until they’re sitting crooked as he’s squishing his cheek against jo’s. “serenade the lovely lady, worship the kitty, adore her… and maybe, you’ll hear a purr in return.”

he had no fucking business talking this way with such a nasty grin. you would yell at him if it didn’t outright affect you so clearly. it irks you knowing how much fun he’s having speaking this way — especially because he knows he can with jo. said man only speaks in obscenely blunt words to get his point across and yuma always gravitated towards him for that exact reason. he has always been intrigued by jo and now he is savoring the moment.

you would never tell him you were always in fact intrigued by the same, opting to kick yuma’s shoulder for such lewd and stupid talk before he holds your leg further away and apart from the other with another giggle.

“lick her slick clean, kiss on those lips,” yuma keeps going and your eyes trail upwards until they’re glued onto jo, watching his glasses slide a bit further down when his nose bridge scrunches as he intakes the information whispered into his ear. “see this cute little button right here?”

yuma’s hand snakes around jo to press two of his long fingers over your bare pussy, a gasp resonated from your lips when the tips presses onto your swollen clit. sparks trail throughout your body in the form of shivers and jo’s quick to take mental note on how you react. he does not miss the way your teeth sink deeper into your bottom lip until it whitens when yuma makes you melt so easily just by a small touch.

“this is called the clit, i’m sure you’ve heard of it before,” yuma hums in a gentle manner, unlike the rough tight circles he rubs over your sensitive bundle of nerves. jo’s definitely heard it before, maybe seen it before in anatomy class, but never touched it before until now. “mhm, like textbook saying, main erogenous zone — if you wanna get her to come in your mouth, right?”

jo shouldn’t be nodding so enthusiastically. you shouldn’t even be meeting his tired gaze if you want to keep your sanity. just the thought of them staring and playing with you as if you were nothing but a model of study shouldn’t have you this aroused. yet here you were, doing exactly that, with the two people you wished to do this with. you think you’re so conflicted, but all you want right now is to cum. fuck morals, you all want this.

“if you’re fucking her with your fingers, suck on her clit,” yuma sighs as if it was something jo should already know, but that’s what you’re all here for though, to teach him the basic knowledge. so he’ll keep explaining as if you weren’t there, rubbing his fingers over your clit lazily like it wouldn’t make the heat pool hotter in your trembling stomach. “if you’re licking up her juices, rub on her clit just like this— ahh, see? look at how wet she’s getting..”

you didn’t even realize when your eyes were almost twitching closed, mindlessly working yourself closer to more heated arousal until yuma pulls his sticking fingers away, leaving you to tremble with a small whine.

“fuck,” jo murmurs, eyebrows crinkling in what seems to be agony, adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps down the drooling need pooling in his mouth. your hooded gaze lowers to his line of sight, jaw dropping as you breathe out a hitched moan upon seeing yuma’s fingers. strings of your slick connect from the tips of his glistening fingers, the line growing thinner the farther away his hand pulls. it snaps back onto your throbbing clit once it breaks, a breathless chuckle coming from besides jo. “can i— please yuma… may i?”

“go ‘head, jojo. i’m pretty sure she’s dying to feel your tongue on her again.” yuma saw the desperation on the younger man’s face, could practically hear it, grinning at your already fucked out look. yuma’s buzzing with glee at the sight, wanting to see more. so just to make you all lose your minds a bit more, he leans into jo’s ear yet speaks loud enough for both of you to hear.

“if you get her to cum, maybe i’ll even teach you how to make her squirt on the next. wouldn’t that be fun?”

[islesnap]

mdni

[solairemelo]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀TEAR YOU APART

pairing: asakura jo x reader

disclaimers: p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it. or don’t, we don’t care #[as] NO I’M JOKING PRACTICE SAFE SEX GUYS), no y/n usage & minimal gender-specific [afab] terminology, dom4dom (for the most part), brat tamer!jo if you squint, angst, implied fixation, jo has yandere tendencies, power dynamic shifts, miscommunication, he (appears to be) scared of this pussy, confrontation for those faint of heart, possible dead dove themes. overuse of wax poetics probably as per usual with me and my prose.

a/n: reader is very petulant in the case that you’ll be like “i would not fucking say that.” like i dare say tsundere-esque even. or you could say they’re an avoidant and evil (read: emotionally immature) and sexy person. also this is my first x reader,,, idk what i’m doing i just hit flow state hence the word count also this will be the first and last time (doubtful) i’m dropping something this long (probably). and, yes, the edit i linked in the disclaimer IS the inspo for the fic.

word count: 5.3k

jo was the kind of man who apologized for existing; gentle, quiet, almost apologetic in how much space he took in the wider world, soft-spoken with the few words he had, unassuming, the kind of guy who flinched at loud noises and stammered through compliments. everyone saw a wallflower, and nobody saw the storm he kept locked behind his teeth. he was not shy about wanting, yet he was terrified of the sheer, feral weight of what he wanted, and it was someone—specifically, you.

you had been circling each other for months, that electric pull neither of you could deny, living in lingering glances and almost-touches and conversations that ran two hours past when they should have ended. you thought he was pulling away because he’s intimidated by your confidence, your sheer presence. you were not wrong about his fear, though you haven’t quite found out what the root of it was. or, at least, as well as you thought you did.

jo wasn’t intimidated by you.

he was terrified of what would happen when his carefully maintained self-control finally snapped. because beneath that gentle sweetness akin to a young buck lived a terrible man with a hunger so intense it kept him up at night; replaying and rehearsing scenarios, building walls out of willpower when it came to you.

could jo survive the moment he stopped holding back? you had built your confidence on the assumption that you were the one in control of this dynamic. the bold one, the one who set the pace. almost like a bully beating down on the weaker, nearly a sense of guilt taking over you—but more so, upset. you recoiled from him, fearing he didn’t yearn with the same fervor. better, you’d reasoned, to let the embers fade if your heart’s language remained unspoken. he was a handsome young gentleman after all, who would find his match quite easily after you—even if it took time due to his introverted tendencies.

what you failed to realize was that you had been standing next to a man who had been starving himself for you all this time.

you only understood desire when it was all aggressive pursuit and blatant interest, when you felt that you were cornered, and demanded to be seen. you knew how to recognize hunger when it bared its teeth.

but that was never who jo was.

jo wanted quietly. painfully quietly. he rationed himself down to scraps around you, swallowing every instinct before it could fully surface, convincing himself all this restraint and distance was dignity for him and courtesy for you. every glance lingered, every impulse to reach for you was checked, dissected, buried beneath politeness so excessive it bordered on self-denial. he was starving himself for you.

the quiet of the apartment always felt absolute once night started to fall, helped by the fact that it was curated entirely for one person to the point that it invoked a sense of loneliness that was suffocating some nights. you wouldn’t even know that you had neighbors had you not seen them with how sound-proof the insolation was, which made the sudden, metallic click from the front door sound odd enough to reach deep into your subconscious and jolt you awake amongst the papers you had made into your bed for the night.

the deadbolt had been turned with a heavy, deliberate scrape by the time you gathered your bearings. a slow realization that bloomed in your chest before panic did; nobody else but the darling you had condemned owned a spare key after all. the thud of footsteps soon followed, moving down the hardwood corridor with a measured cadence that could only belong to him.

when he made it to your home office, he stood in the doorway longer than necessary, not hesitating so much as analyzing the room before entering it. the copy of keys you’d gifted him had never seen use before was finally utilized—a fact you had intended to remedy by requesting their return. for a split second, you reconsidered whether you wanted them back. perhaps, you mused, friendship might yet survive; if he could only bury the sickeningly unlabeled tether that bound you both, the one you were not quite ready to let go of yourself despite your pride telling you otherwise—though part of you knew better than to make a friend out of an almost.

jo had never been abrupt in his presence; even when he arrived, he possessed the languid grace of a story perpetually unfolding, never a decisive movement, never quite an action fully taken. a man marinated in the past perfect continuous, a tense he embodied even in the fleeting present.

“you haven’t answered my messages lately,” he started the conversation as soon as he saw that he had your attention from across the room. no complaint, though an acknowledgment of the fact nonetheless. he crossed the threshold with a measured pace, each step teasing the possibility of retreat, as if he might still pirouette away from the inevitable. his gaze found you instantly, embracing your presence and everything except his own yearning.

“i was busy,” you told him simply. any semblance of care and connection had to be buried deep, a necessary self-preservation. it was a meager comfort you’d grant yourself, a doubtful consolation.

he nodded, almost imperceptibly, as if this answer aligned with the reality he had made up in his head. there was no relief in it, fidgety as always with his hands. his gaze remained fixed, unblinking, holding your face captive.

“you always are.” it sounded awfully accusative, despite it being a mere observation.

he moved further into the room, then paused mid-step, hesitant like everything else with him. his hands remained still at his sides, betraying a deep-seated unease. there was always something slightly interrupted about his stillness, as though he had stopped himself from becoming more expressive at the last possible moment. he would then remedy it with the cherubic and saccharine smile potent enough to sway the staunchest resolve you had, were it not a well-rehearsed mask hastily donned to conceal the fleeting glimpse of his real emotions.

he searched your face again through the said smile, taking his time as if cataloging your features anew, ensuring you remained the same version of yourself he held captive in his mind. the one ready to take the leap with him at any moment.

“you didn’t have to come,” you breathed, a brittle defense was the words you formed against his arrival at your doorstep—in response to ignored messages. a gesture that, weeks prior, would have been cherished, but it now felt like a wasted effort in the wake of what it could have been.

he blinked slowly, as if at a loss for words, as calculating as he always had been.

“i know,” he said.

and that was all, for a moment.

then, softer, as if compelled by the quiet, “i was already on my way.”

he left the words in the air, unburdened by explanation he desperately wanted to let out, as he knew better. he didn’t need to elaborate; it would not fix things anyway.

his gaze momentarily passed your hands before returning to your face, settling with unwavering intensity.

“i came here because i wanted to. it’s not an inconvenience, is it?” he finally remarked after a pause. he did not think it was an inconvenience to him, but he had made the discernment it might have been so for you. he subtly adjusted his stance, betraying a growing awareness of his own stillness.

“it’s not,” you replied curtly, as you desperately clawed and maneuvered your focus back to the project at hand—where it belonged all along, instead of foolishly investing your time in him and naively trusting that your skills would withstand the pressure of the deadlines.

he accepted that too quickly. not entirely out of agreement, but it did not contradict what he already perceived after all.

his eyes remained fixed upon you.

“good,” he replied simply. the word, seemingly simple and devoid of inflection, amplified by the art of omission.

his gaze lingered, unblinking, yet it lacked a crude invasiveness. it was far more unsettling: a sustained observation unbroken even by courtesy, as if looking away demanded a courage he did not possess.

“you’re tired,” he said at last. the inherent awkwardness he had to him, despite his well-chosen and well-timed words, agitated you: a reaction even you knew bordered on the irrational. a mere statement, formed after prolonged scrutiny, only to be offered with a strange detachment. how could it not agitate you, but how could you look reasonable should you express it?

his hand lifted by a fraction, then stopped mid-motion before he let an audacious impulse sought to make contact win. something he hadn’t done in weeks despite all your efforts. he seemed to register the near-touch only after the intention betrayed him, then reeled his hand back into its controlled stillness.

“i’m fine,” you replied flatly, a deliberate act to rebuff his clumsy attempts at amends. petulance held you captive, refusing to meet him halfway with sincerity, for your solace was now something that could only be given to you if you still had control of what you two had.

he accepted it too quickly again, despite the disbelief that flickered behind his eyes. always poised like a timid deer ready to bolt, yet he regarded you as the feeble, socially inept one in his warped perception despite knowing better.

another awkward pause stretched between the two of you, thin and taut as a wire pulled to its limit. but beneath that stillness, a decision hardened. he would not allow such a blatant lie to hold, nor would he permit the distance to widen further. the threshold of his patience had been crossed, and he simply refused the rejection you tried to leave him with.

his gaze flickered to the side of your face marked by your impromptu nap on your work desk before he came around, then back to the weariness etched around your eyes, verifying a flawed imitation to push him away from you further. something within him coiled tight.

“you say that a lot,” he said. he took another step, then stopped himself again, the movement halting in the middle of becoming something else.

his fingers flexed once at his side, then again. controlled, contained, reset.

“i don’t think you mean it.”

a disquieting stillness settled once again, devoid of even nervous chatter, empty recovery, or retreat into softness.

“you think i don’t want to be here,” he mumbled. a pause. his jaw tightened briefly. “that’s not true. i chose– i choose to be here, as i always have, at your side.”

his gaze dropped briefly to the space between you two, then returned to your face with the same unyielding focus. the more time passed with that space between you, the more of his usual pretenses started stripping away.

the silence that followed felt thick, weighted with a sudden shift in his posture as he remained rooted to the spot. you leaned back against the leather of your chair, your fingers tightening against the edge of the desk to keep your hands steady. the irritation that had sustained your distance for the past weeks began to fracture so much so that you almost cowered before him. you had spent so long convincing yourself of his indifference that this sudden change felt like an entirely new challenge to your authority.

“you have a strange way of showing it, jo.” you wanted to sound sharp, to maintain the upper hand you always assumed was yours by the right of your louder nature, but the tone came out raspy, worn thin by the late hour. the petulance you had sought to conceal bled through, far too evident.

he took another step forward. this time, his stride lacked the usual hesitation that defined his movements. step by step, the distance between you dissolved until he stood close enough that the scent of him reached you, clean and sharp in a way that made your throat tight. jo had crossed behind the desk—the one you sat behind to keep it as a shield between the two of you. you turned around to be face to face with him, to not let him have the upperhand. without mercy, he looked down at you, his eyes darker now under the soft light of the desk lamp.

“i show it. i always have, by staying even while you’re pushing me away now,” he breathed, his voice stripped of its usual deep and melodic cadence. “i show it by resisting the urge to take what i want every time i am in this room with you. i show it by letting you be the one to take what you want just to be allowed in your presence to be someone more than just another friend, though you seem you’d rather have me as that.”

the air grew thin. the confidence you usually wore like armor felt entirely useless against him. his gaze dropped to your lips, unblinking and heavy, carrying the weight of all those months of deliberate starvation. a subtle tremor passed through his right hand, his fingers twitching against his thigh as if fighting the impulse to reach out and grip your waist. you swallowed hard when you noticed his gaze, your chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths that betrayed the sudden heat blooming beneath your skin.

the untamed hunger simmering behind his eyes… how long had it been there? could you truly have been this blind?

he stood over you, not as a boy fooling around with you but as the man holding himself back by a single thread that was visibly fraying. jo leaned in slightly, his shadow falling completely over you, trapping you within the slim radius of his warmth. he did not touch you, but the space between the two of you was so narrow you could feel the heat radiating from his skin. his gaze dragged back up to meet yours, intense and demanding.

“tell me to leave,” he murmured, his breath brushing against your cheek now that he was in your space more than before. “tell me you want me to go, and i’ll go back the way i came.”

your tongue felt thick, your pride warring with the heavy, pulsing ache that had taken root in your belly. you could not speak the words he had asked for. you could only stare back at him, your lips parted, your own hunger finally rising to match the depth of his.

the silence that followed once again was heavy with the unsaid. you glared at him, your pride still acting as a shield, waiting for him to offer one of his usual apologies to back away, to smooth over the tension with a gentle smile and a polite exit. you expected the retreat. you expected the wallflower to wilt under the heat of your feigned indifference.

but jo didn’t wilt. he got closer, no longer stopping at a polite distance, leaning and looming over you in a way that felt entirely uncharacteristic of the man who usually apologized for the very air he breathed.

“i can see it in your face that you wish i’d just leave, yet you can’t even offer me an escape,” he whispered. before you could snap back a defense, his hand moved, devoid of the tentative touch of a gentleman you were used to; the decisive grab of a man who had finally reached the end of his wits. his fingers curled around your jaw, his thumb pressing firmly against the curve of your lower lip, forcing it to part. the sheer heat of him was staggering.

“you aren’t busy,” he murmured, his eyes darkening. “you’re avoiding me. you’re punishing me because you think i don’t feel the same way you do, isn’t that right?”

the sudden shift in him sent a jolt of electricity down your spine. you tried to find your footing, to reclaim the control you so coveted, to push back and reassert yourself. “and what if i am?” you challenged, your voice breathier than you intended. “what if you’re just too timid to do anything about it, jo? what if you’re just fronting because you’ve realized that we won’t be the same if you don’t?”

a low, dark and guttural sound escaped his throat halfway between a huff of disbelief and a scoff, “timid?”

he leaned in further, crowding you into your chair. he gripped the arms of your chair, a gilded cage of his making. pinning you in place, his face inches from yours.

“you think i’m fronting?” he echoed, his breath warm against your lips, smelling of mint and desperation. “you think because i am quiet, i am weak. but, god, do you have any idea how much effort it takes not to tear you apart right here?”

without another word uttered, he crashed his mouth against yours, a collision of months of repressed hunger. there was no grace in the kiss; a stifling demand, a hysterical claim, teeth clashing hard enough to bruise your mouth as well as his upon impact. jo’s tongue swept into your mouth with a ferocity that made your head spin, tasting of the storm he had kept locked behind his teeth. this was more your speed, the only dialect of desire you understood, yet it overwhelmed you to your very core when it came from the very darling you had yearned for months.

his hands, once so still, were suddenly everywhere tangling in your hair, tilting your head to bare the vulnerable curve of your throat, sliding down to grip your waist with a strength that promised he was done being careful. the apologetic man had vanished, replaced by one demanding his due: the due that was yours as much as his.

the kiss was all-consuming, maw on maw like wolves. after all, you weren’t going to just sit there and let him take what he wanted when you waited so long for this.

despite your efforts, his mouth did not yield to your whims. you let out a muffled, frustrated sound against his lips, your hands flying from the desk to his chest—torn between pulling him closer and pushing him so you could devour him on your own terms. yet, a feeble smack or two to the chest was most you could muster.

jo, of course, didn’t budge. he was a solid wall of heat and muscle, absorbing your resistance and using it to press even harder against you. he let out a groan, his hands sliding from your waist to the undersides of your thighs, hooking them and lifting you effortlessly from the leather chair.

“don’t,” he rasped against your skin once he pulled away, almost disheartened, as he hoisted you onto the desk and scattered pens and papers alike to the floor with a clatter that sounded deafening in the quiet office. you almost felt your skin jump at that, but you had no time to worry about your work at that moment. “don’t try to push me away now, you just called my bluff. is this not what you wanted?” the unspoken words hung heavy in the air; a question, perhaps, of whether he was what you truly wanted.

you gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, your hair spilling wildly over the dark wood. “i would have gotten what i wanted either way,” you hissed, jagged edge of desire and haughtiness painting your tone. you arched your back, tilting your hips up to meet him, grinding down, a challenge to see if he could handle the heat you were throwing back at him.

he let out a sound that was almost a snarl. a desperate, needy thing. his hands moved with a frantic purpose, unbuttoning your shirt, his fingers trembling with the sheer force of his restraint finally snapping. he leaned down, his mouth trailing fire from your jaw to the sensitive hollow of your throat, his teeth grazing you just hard enough to make you gasp and arch toward him.

“you’re so loud and mean,” he murmured against your skin, his hands sliding under your clothes to find the curve of your waist, his touch possessive and heavy. “always so much noise to hide how much you want things. have i been one of those things, is that why you act this way?”

“shut up,” you commanded, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his head up so you could reclaim the power you had held over him all this time. you leaned forward, catching his lower lip between your teeth, biting down so you could force a sharp intake of breath from him.

one moment he was pinning your wrists to the desk, his heavy frame looming over you, eyes dark and full of intent; the next, you were pulling him down by the fabric of his top, dragging him into your space, forcing him to meet the intensity of your gaze.

before long, he stripped his shirt off with a restless impatience, and when he returned to you, the sensation of his bare chest pressing against yours was overwhelming.

“tell me,” he breathed, his forehead resting against yours, his breath coming in ragged, uneven heaves. he was shaking, his muscles taut as wire. “tell me you want me to stop, tell me now. because if you don’t say it now… if you won’t tell me to go…”

the sentence died in his throat, as it was unnecessary. your nimble fingers made quick work of the fabric imprisoning your eager flesh, as well as his. impatient as with everything else. all pretense had crumbled, discarded like the clothes now pooling on the ground. without missing a beat, he moved between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs, parting you with a reverence that felt like a prayer, even as his eyes burned with the hunger of a sinner.

he didn’t rush despite his patience wearing thin, though the tension between you was a live wire, humming with the threat of snapping. instead, he crouched down, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his breath hot and damp against you. the sensation sent a shiver up your spine, your hips jerking instinctively toward him, seeking the friction you were starving for. you reached for him, your hands sliding down his sweat slicked back, pulling him closer, your nails grazing to urge him forward and pulling another groan out of him.

his gaze dropped to where you were already slick and aching; to the heavy, pulsing heat that seemed to radiate from your very core. he used his thumb to smear the moisture across your entrance, a slow, agonizingly deliberate stroke that made your breath hitch. you were a mess of want, your body arching toward his touch, your eyes searching his ones for a moment of reprieve that neither of you actually wanted.

“look at you,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly, intimate register that made your skin prickle. he leaned closer, his eyes tracking the way your muscles jumped under his touch. “so much noise, and now you can’t even find your breath. is this what you were hiding behind all that attitude?”

“shut up,” you managed to hiss once again, though the command lacked its usual bite, sounding more like a desperate plea. you reached down, grabbing his wrist to guide his hand, trying to force the pace, but he was a mountain of unyielding muscle.

“say it,” he murmured, his thumb pressing a little firmer, circling the sensitive heat of you until you were whimpering. “tell me how much you need it. don’t be proud now. not when you’re shaking like this.”

you tried to bite back a moan, to reclaim some shred of that prideful composure in response to his taunting, but as he increased the pressure, your hips betrayed you, bucking upward in an uncoordinated search for more. your hands flew to his hair, tugging him closer, your knuckles white as you fought the sensation of coming undone.

“you… you’re insufferable,” you gasped, the words catching in a throat tight with arousal. you wanted to push him away just to see him chase you, but your body had other plans, winding your legs tighter around his waist to anchor him to the heat he was creating.

he watched you unravel, his eyes dark with a pride as he saw the way you trembled under his hand. he leaned in, his chest brushing against your sensitive peaks, the friction of skin on skin making your head swim. he paused there, just inches away, letting the anticipation build until it became a physical pressure in your lungs that demanded to be released.

“please,” you breathed, the word slipping out before you could catch it, your pride finally fracturing under the weight of the tension. you reached for him, your fingers curling into the muscles of his arms, pulling him down. “jo, please.”

his forehead dropped against yours for a fleeting second, letting out a needy sound different from others—a desperate plea, almost a moan. “you’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered against your lips, and yet, he waited until you were practically begging, until your hips were stuttering in a clumsy rhythm against the air, before he finally yielded to give you a second little death.

once he had aligned himself with your entrance, he moved with languid intent, a searing intrusion of the thick head of his cock quenching the ache you had been carrying for months. you keened shakily as he bottomed out, your head falling back with your eyes fluttering shut. the dominance you had fought so hard to keep dissolved into a singular, pulsing need.

you reached for him, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him as deep as he could go, your fingers clutching at his back. you had lost the distinction between where your hunger ended and his began.

his hands slid from your thighs to the small of your back, arching you upward until there wasn’t a single millimeter of air left between your bodies.

when he moved again, it was a relentless, driving rhythm that demanded you to keep pace. every thrust was a rough, bruising collision that sent jolts of electricity straight to your core. your hips snapped to meet his, your teeth bared in a silent snarl of pleasure, your nails leaving red crescents in his skin as you tried to anchor yourself.

“look at me,” he groaned, urging you. when you forced your eyes open, burning with unshed tears of sensation, his pupils were blown wide, dark and wolfish, fixed on yours with terrifying intensity. “don’t close your eyes. stay here, stay with me.”

the friction was becoming unbearable, a feverish build that made your vision blur and your thoughts fragment. your breath came in jagged, desperate hitches, and every time his hips slammed against yours, a new wave of heat crashed over you, pulling you deeper. you reached for his face, your palms damp with sweat, pulling him down so you could bury your face in the crook of his neck. you bit his shoulder, a desperate attempt to ground yourself, as the second tremors of your release began to coil deep in your belly.

“jo… jo,” you gasped his name like a broken prayer. you called for him again and again, but the words were swallowed by the sound of your own ragged breathing and the heavy thud of him driving into you. there was no room for conversation now, only the raw, wordless language of skin and sweat.

he didn’t slow down; if anything, the sound of your voice seemed to strip the last of his restraint away. he started riding into you harder, his movements becoming frenzied in his own desperation to reach the same precipice. he let out a low, animalistic sound—a noise halfway between a sob and a growl as he buried his face in your hair, his teeth grazing your skin. his entire body tensed, muscles locking like a bowstring pulled to the breaking point.

all of a sudden, the world shattered. the tension snapped in an explosion of sensation that left you gasping, your vision fracturing into a thousand points of light. you clung to him, your fingers digging into his back, as if his weight was the only thing keeping you from spinning off into the dark abyss amidst the liquid light, drowning in the sheer intensity of him.

then came the heavy pulsing of him. jo let out one final, choked sound against the skin of your shoulder, his body jerking as he hit his limit. you felt the hot, thick flood of him filling you, so intense that it almost made your stomach flip. he slumped against you, his weight nearly pinning you to the desk. he stayed there, buried deep, his muscles twitching with the aftershocks of his release, while you laid beneath him, your heart hammering against your ribs.

as the initial rush of heat began to recede, the silence of the office returned, no longer drenched with exhaustion. the pressing friction slowed to a dull, heavy ache. jo eventually pulled back, the sound of his skin sliding away from yours feeling unnaturally loud in the quiet room. he didn’t move far, though; he simply collapsed to his side, pulling you with him so that you were curled against his chest, your head resting on his damp shoulder instead of the harsh material of the desk.

the heat of your bodies began to cool, replaced by the slight chill of the air on your sweat slicked skin. you stared up at the ceiling, your eyes unfocused, listening to the slow, steadying rhythm of his breathing. you felt heavy, your limbs like lead, the adrenaline slowly draining out of you to leave a satisfied soreness in its wake.

he reached out, his hand clumsy and slow, to brush the stray hair away from your face. he didn’t say anything, and for once, you didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with a sharp remark or a defensive shield.

his fingers lingered at your temple, the gesture stripped of its earlier desperate urgency. it was the same careful measurement he always brought to a room, though the underlying madness had dissolved into a grounding weight. he pressed his forehead against your crown, drawing a long, shuddering breath that filled the narrow space between you.

“i thought i would destroy you, y’know?” he murmured, stripped of the elaborate politeness, yet still gentle. “or that you would look at me and see how much i lacked.”

you moved closer, shifting your weight until your cheek pressed into the dip of his collarbone. you reached up, your fingers finding the slow, even pulse in his throat, anchoring him there.

“you wouldn’t have destroyed anything, jo,” you whispered, the admission soft but absolute. “and, you’re all i’ve ever wanted. and, i want you still. you as mine, me as yours...”

more words flooded your mind, though no string of comprehensible ones came together to offer him. you would have to make it up to him later, give him the verbal reassurance he desperately needed before he came over to your place, but you could only offer snuggling into him further for the moment.

in response, he tightened his grip, his hand flattening against your back to press you into his chest as if trying to close whatever small distance remained between your skins. a profound relief settled into the hold. he kissed the top of your head, a lingering pressure that carried the weight of every promise he had kept unspoken and locked away for months. you closed your eyes, listening to the steady beat beneath your cheek. though the hunger could never truly be banished, he no longer needed to starve, no longer needed to let the ravenous beast gnaw at him in your presence.

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mdni

[mafiadad5]

beg for it || l.hc

𓏲ּ𝄢 loser!haechan x fem!reader

𓏲ּ𝄢 genre- smut MDNI!

𓏲ּ𝄢 warnings- handjob, dacryphilia (crying), begging, whiny sub hae, overstimulation, degrading, drinking, slight dubcon idk

𓏲ּ𝄢 w/c- 1.1k

a/n- hi, I’m back.. again. Miss me? I’m clearing my drafts loll, hope you like this, and love yall !

You and Haechan have been study partners for months now, sitting through late night sessions for your shared psych class. Tonight though, you showed up with a six pack of hard seltzers, insisting that a little alcohol 'boosted' the brain—you read it somewhere, so it had to be true.

"It loosens up the neurons or whatever." You smiled, popping open the first can. 

Haechan, the pushover he was, nodded along, too awkward to argue. Now, two hours and several drinks in, your laughter was easier, words slurring just a bit as you hunched over flashcards.

Haechan fidgeted on the couch, his frame squeezed into one corner while you sprawled out beside him, your knee brushing his thigh every time you shifted. You were always casual like that—touchy without thinking, your hand landing on his arm mid sentence, foot nudging his under the coffee table, but tonight it felt different. 

You reached for another flashcard, your fingers grazing the inside of his wrist, lingering a second too long. He froze, a flush creeping up his neck as he tugged at the hem of his hoodie, eyes darting to the floor.

You paused, card halfway off the coffee table. 

You tilted your head, watching him squirm. "You okay there, Hae? You look like you've seen a ghost." 

Your voice carried that playful tone like always, but your eyes focused, catching the way his legs pressed together. 

Oh... a slow smile tugged at your lips. You always took him as the shy type— the loser who tripped over his own feet, whining about exams and dodging parties. But this? This was new, intriguing.

He mumbled something incoherent, rubbing his wrist where your touch had been. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just... ticklish, I guess." He said, voice cracking.

Your smile widened. You set the flashcard down and leaned in closer, your shoulder bumping his on 'accident.' 

"Ticklish, huh? Where else?" Before he could answer, your hand dropped to his knee, squeezing lightly through his jeans. 

His eyes widened, his body going rigid. "Y/n, what—"

"Sshh." You whispered, your fingers tracing lazy circles up his thigh. 

You watched his face—the way his lips parted, breath coming in short pants. "You're blushing so hard. Does this bother you? I can stop..."

But you didn't. Instead, you slid your hand higher, pressing your palm flat against the growing bulge in his pants.

"P-please... I mean, no, don't— I don't know." He was a mess already, shifting in his seat but not pulling away, his hands clenched in his lap like he was fighting himself.

You laughed softly. "Look at you, all worked up from a little touch. Bet you've been jerking off thinking about stuff like this, haven't you? Sitting here, pretending to study while I drive you crazy." You unzipped his pants slowly, the sound loud in the quiet room. 

His underwear was strained against the hardness beneath, the thin fabric damp at the front from his arousal. Haechan groaned, covering his face with his hands. "Y/n, oh god, this is embarrassing—everyone thinks I'm such a loser. Please, don't make fun."

But you did, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. "That's what makes it fun. You're a little loser, whining and begging." You hooked your fingers into the waistband of his underwear, tugging it down just enough to free his cock, hard and twitching against his stomach, pre cum already beading at the tip and soaking into the edge of the fabric still bunched around his hips. 

Your hand wrapped around his shaft firmly, stroking slowly. He bucked into your grip, a pathetic whimper escaping his throat. "F-fuck, that feels good. Faster, please?

He was trembling, hips jerking erratically as you pumped, your thumb circling the head to smear the slickness down his length. Your free hand pushed his hoodie up, exposing his pale chest, and you dragged your nails lightly across his skin, watching goosebumps rise. 

"You're leaking so much already. Such a desperate boy." 

He nodded frantically, eyes squeezing shut. "Yes, I'm desperate. I'm desperate for you. Please, y/n, don't stop— I need it." His whines grew louder, more broken as your pace quickened, twisting your wrist on each stroke. You pressed your thigh between his legs, forcing them wider, his body arching as the pressure built. 

"Gonna... gonna cum soon. Can I? Please let me." He was begging now, voice cracking with every word. 

You smirked at his pathetic begging, you loved how much power you had over him. "Such a needy little slut." You said, stroking him even faster. "Begging me to let you cum. Do you really want it that badly?"

"Yes, please." He gasped, his hips bucking. "I'll do anything, just please let me cum. I'm so close, Y/n."

"Anything?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. "You'd do anything I say?"

"Yes." He whimpered, his face flushed. "I don't care, I just want to cum so badly. Please Y/n, I'm begging you."

His body was trembling towards your touch. "Beg me harder." You commanded, your grip on him tightening. "Beg for my permission to cum, cry for it."

He let out a broken whimper, eyes watering. "Please Y/n, please let me cum. I can't take it anymore, I'm so desperate. I'll do anything, fucking anything."

You smirked, stroking him faster. "That's it, beg for me like the needy whore you are. Show me how bad you want it."

He dissolved into a mess of sobs and pleas, his body squirming in his seat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He whimpered, cursing through gritted teeth. "Please, I can't hold back anymore, I need to cum so fucking bad."

The sight of him, broken and begging for your permission turned you on so much. You felt a rush of power knowing that you had complete control over his pleasure.

"Please." He wailed, tears streaming down his face. "Please let me cum, I can't take it anymore. I'll do anything, I'll be your whore, just please let me cum."

"Alright then, cum for me like a good boy." You said, stroking faster.

He let out a choked gasp, his cock pulsing and twitching in your hand as he shot ropes of cum all over his stomach and your hand. His whole body shook with the force of his orgasm, his eyes rolling back in his head as he moaned and whimpered.

You continued to stroke him through it, wringing out every last drop until he was sobbing and oversensitive, wiping your messy hand on his shirt when you finally released him. Watching with satisfaction as he collapsed back on the couch, chest heaving and covered in cum.

"Thank you, Y/n." He said, looking at you with tear stained cheeks and a look of utter pleasure and satisfaction. "That was... nice. I've never felt anything like that before."

[islesnap]

mdni

[pineappleonmyburger]

| pairing: bff!woonhak (bnd) x reader

| genre: smut smut smut

| CW: soft!dom woonhak, big dick woonhak, oral sex (m!receviving), woonhak is a great teacher heheehe, cum swallowing, praise, pet names (baby, jagi, honey, sweetheart), a lil drying humping, nipple play, clit play, fingering, lots of kissing (everywhere), belly bulge mentioned, multiple orgasms, unprotected pinv (no,no), woonhak cums on readers stomach, aftercare

| word count: 3k

| synopsis: after going on a few dates with a new guy, you ask your best friend, woonhak, if he can help you be prepared for the next time...

| note: i need him so bad someone help. looked waY too fine in their latest mv

“C-can I ask you a question?” You can barely choke out the words. Your best friend raises his brows, thrown off by your nervousness, and turns his body towards yours on the couch, knees touching yours. He’s so close that it makes this question even more difficult to ask.

“Wassup, jagi?” He says calmly, but eager to know the thoughts running through your head. You and Woonhak have been best friends for years, and you aren’t sure if that makes this easier or more complicated. 

“I, um…fuck I don’t know how to ask this.” You sigh heavily and he chuckles at you, thinking that you’re just being overdramatic.

“Honey, it can’t be that bad. Spit it out!” He urges, but he truly has no idea that you’re about to ask, plead really, to cross a dangerous line in your friendship, all to impress another guy.

“Canyoushowmehowtogivehead?I’veneverdoneitandIwannalearnformynextdatesoI’mready” You ramble ridiculously quickly, pulling a pillow to shove into your face afterwards so you don’t have to face him.

“A-Are you serious?” He stutters, pausing in disbelief, readjusting in his seat because the idea shoots straight to his cock, unable to fathom that you’ve asked what you have. You don’t say anything, instead, you squeal from embarrassment, clutching the pillow even harder to hide your red face. “Y/n…look at me.” He grabs at the pillow, and you let go reluctantly. It falls slowly, revealing your flustered look, so embarrassed it hurts. “Answer me. Are you serious?” 

“I’ve never done it and I don’t wanna look like an idiot. My date and I came so close to fucking last time, and shit.. I’ve done that, but for some reason I’ve literally never given head and I’m scared. I trust you more than anyone else in this world Woonie. Help.” You babble, words flooding out once again, trying to explain yourself. You look down in your lap, wary of looking him in the eye, unsure of what he’ll say.

“How are you g’na suck my dick if you can’t even look at me, jagi?” He teases, his hand reaching out, middle finger lifting your chin to gain eye contact. A rush of arousal floods through your body. It’s not like you’ve never thought of Woonhak that way, but you pushed any of those ideas out of your head early in your friendship, not letting yourself have those fantasies.

“Woon-” Your breath hitches at his words, the sudden confidence in his tone taking you by surprise. He moves closer, resting his entire hand on the curve of your jaw. 

“I know that was probably terrifying to ask, honey. Don’t worry I’ll help you, show you exactly what to do.” He agrees, voice soft and tempting. His thumb grazes the soft skin of your cheek, his feather-like touch giving you chills. 

“Th-thank you.” You utter, the tension in the room heightens quickly, both of your chests falling and rising rapidly like you’ve been waiting for something to snap for years.

“Such a good girl, being so brave and asking me something like that. Proud of you, jagi.” His thumb moves over to caress your bottom lip this time, his words making your entire body shudder. You’ve never heard him talk like this, so assertive and bold, and it unleashes a new heat that you’re eager to explore. You slide off the couch abruptly, patience running thin. You settle in front of him on your knees, and he smirks, turning his body, swinging his legs off the couch, spreading them for you to fit in between. 

“I’m nervous.” You voice, placing your hands on his thighs as you sit back on your legs in front of him. He reaches forward, tucking your hair behind your ears, making your heart flutter as he tries to comfort you.

“It’s okay. Just trust me, baby. I’ll help you.” He nearly whispers, grabbing your right hand, hovering it over his crotch, hesitating to go any further until he checks with you again. “Are you sure?” He asks, and you nod quickly, restless and nervous at the same time. You swallow hard as he places your hand directly onto his cock, hard as a rock through his sweatpants. His size takes you by surprise, not that you had thought about it much, but your anxiety rises thinking about fitting him in your throat. With his hand still atop of yours, he moves, making you stoke him overtop his sweats. He lets out a subtle, low groan that sends a jolt of need straight to your cunt, and you wonder what trouble you’ve gotten yourself into. You take the lead, pressing into him harder, his cock twitching from your touch. 

“C-can I?” You breathe out, tugging at his waistband with your free hand, signaling that you’re ready to move forward. You move your hand faster against him, it’s clear on his face that he needs more. 

“If you think you’re ready for that, jagi.” He chuckles deeply, curling the edge of his mouth up into a smile, trying to keep his composure. You take your hand away from his length, using both hands to pull at his sweats, and he raises his hips, helping you get rid of them. You can nearly see every ridge of his angry cock through his boxers, a noticeable wet spot formed from his precum. You continue to palm him, until he loses his patience, pulling down his boxers himself, angry cock springing out in front of you. 

“Fuck.” You whisper with a devious grin, enjoying the sight of him like this in front of you much more than you should. He smirks back at you cockily, seeing the effect he’s having on you as well.

“Wrap your hand around me, baby.” He instructs, and you comply, gathering the precum off his sensitive tip first, causing him to twitch underneath you. You begin pumping him slowly, his head falling back against the couch as you squeeze him tighter. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.” He groans, the praise only spurring your need further, but tonight is just him teaching you, nothing else. You relax your wrist as you circle the head of his length with your fingers, watching his hips buck against your hand as you toy with him. 

“Shit, jagi. Circle it with your tongue, whenever you're ready, no rush. Fuck.” He says through gritted teeth, trying so hard to be patient for you, even though he wants so much more. You don’t hesitate, leaning closer to him, bringing your mouth around the tip, tongue leisurely circling it, the salty taste of his precum coating your taste buds. He nearly falls apart the second your hot, wet mouth touches him, nearly letting a whimper escape from his mouth as you continue. 

“L-like that, Woonie?” You ask, just to tease, his body telling you that’s exactly what he meant. His right hand gathering your hair, holding it out of the way so he can see you clearly. 

“Fucking shit, don’t call me that right now. I’ll cum so fast.” He says sternly as you continue to tease him, only licking the head of his cock. “Such a good girl, take more in your mouth, baby.” He guides, the tone of his voice nearly begging you to do so. Your hand rests at the hilt of his length as your mouth glides down. The feeling is odd, different, but you love seeing and hearing him fall apart from it. 

“H-hollow out your cheeks, like you’re sucking, hard.” His words come out broken and breathless, wondering if he really has what it takes to teach you, when he’s so close to losing composure. You follow his orders, your mouth sliding up and down on his throbbing cock as you do so, and this time he does whimper. The sound making you want to stop with your mouth and show him what else you’re good with.

“J-just like that. Fuck, baby. Such a f-fast learner.” He praises, and you suck him harder, avid on making him cum. You take him deeper, as far as you can go, eyes watering at the intrusion in your throat and he grips your hair harder. You move your hands to grip his thighs, needing something to anchor to as you push yourself harder. 

“A-are you sure you’ve n-never done this before? Shit.” He laughs through his ecstasy, not able to control his body or his thoughts. You bring your right hand back to squeeze him at the base, along with your mouth sucking like your life depends on it. It doesn’t take long before his legs begin trembling. “G’na cum, shit, shit, shit.” He mumbles. He expects you to lift off of him, but you don’t, you continue, his hot seed shooting down your throat, and you swallow instinctively, his entire body quivering just from your mouth. You release him from your mouth, and his thumb wipes across your swollen bottom lip.

“You did not just do that. You’re…incredible, or insane I'm not sure which.” He says breathless, trying to regain control. “Such a good fucking girl, my god.” He says, releasing his hold on your hair, cradling your face instead.

“Woonie, I-” You begin, not sure how to find the right words. You don’t want this to be over, not yet. You need more. He studies you for a moment, reading the need that’s written all over you. 

“What is it, jagi? Weren't prepared to want more, were you?” He grins, gripping your chin, guiding you up from your knees. He scoots over on the couch, guiding you to lie on your back in front of him. He smiles devilishly, settling between your legs, the view making more wetness pool at your core.

“I shouldn’t-we shouldn’t.” You try to plead, but your body disagrees, your hips grinding up mindlessly into him. His lips graze your neck, breath hot, causing a small whimper to flee from your mouth. 

“I hear you, I do. But I don’t think you mean it.” His tongue trails down your neck, his hips now grinding into yours as well. “You’ve had my dick in your mouth baby, there’s no going back from that.” 

“B-but, shit, what if it changes things?” You utter, brain fogged with lust, but still trying to reason. This isn’t a good idea, but if it isn’t, why do you want it so badly? He peppers kisses back up your throat, coming face to face with you as you aimlessly move against one another. 

“Good. I hope it does.” He says confidently before crashing his lips into yours with great force. You moan into his mouth, and he uses it as an opportunity, his tongue fighting its way into your warmth. You wrap your arms up and around him, snaking them up to his hair, tugging desperately as you need more of him. This should feel wrong, but it doesn’t, if anything, it feels like you have been missing out on something more. He releases, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls away, the small sting of pain making you whine.

“Do you want to stop?” He questions, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it from you before he goes any further. You’re both a breathless mess already, and your cunt aches to be filled.

“No.” You say firmly, making sure he knows you’re one hundred percent sure. He smirks at you, placing another kiss on your swollen lips before kissing down your body. He tugs your shirt over your head, throwing it across his living room. You lean up, allowing him to unhook your bra, which he does easier than you expect, and he rids you of it as well. He takes your right nipple into his mouth, your back arching, body curving into him more. His teeth nip at your sensitive bud, tongue swirling and on your sensitive skin. You grip at his hair, tiny whimpers pouring out uncontrollably. He switches to the left, giving it the same attention, his right hand shifting in between your bodies to cup your heat. His hand rubs up and down, fingers tracing over your throbbing clit. 

“M-more. Please.” You plead, and his hand dives underneath your tiny lounge shorts, feeling your dampness through your panties. His fingers toy with your clit, the cloth of your underwear so wet they’re nearly glued to your skin. He brings his lips back to your neck, biting and sucking more aggressively as you fall apart. Finally, he pushes your panties to the side, letting you feel him directly, and you moan dramatically, finally feeling his touch where you so desperately need it. 

“You..” He begins, placing a kiss on your jawline, “have no idea…” he continues, placing another near your ear, “how long I’ve wanted to see you like this.” The final kiss goes on your lips, and you nearly inhale each other, the kiss long and full of passion. His fingers descend to your opening, gathering your arousal, bringing it back up to continue circling your clit. He drinks in every moan, his cock hard again against your thigh. 

“W-Woonie-” You whine, body close to falling apart underneath his touch. "I-"

“Not yet, jagi. You can wait, can’t you, baby?” He says with a growl, two fingers plunging into you at once and you practically scream. Your arms flail, gripping him wherever you can, which ends up being his back and bicep, desperate to hold onto something. He immediately curls them inside of you, your legs falling slack against the couch as he works you open. His long digits find your soft sweet spot ridiculously quickly, your orgasm so close it hurts.

“Woo-I-I can’t. Fuck!”  You can’t speak, can’t think as the knot in your stomach grows and grows. 

“Okay, I’ll be nice. Cum for me, jagi.” He whispers against your ear, and that’s all you need. Your breath quickens, letting out a high-pitched moan as your high crashes through your body. You convulse from the aftershocks, and Woonhak chuckles, placing sweet kisses all over you as you come down. 

“Woonhak.” You pant, as he continues, coddling you from the intensity, and he removes his fingers from you.

“Yes, sweetheart?” You feel him grin against your skin, his voice low and dark. He lifts his head to look at you, despair written all over your face.

“Fuck me. Please.” You beg, your cunt aching around nothing, begging to be filled. You tug at the bottom of his shirt, beckoning him to take it off, and he does, quickly pulling it over his head as you remove your shorts and soaked underwear. He wastes no time, aligning himself with your entrance, sliding the head of his length through your folds. He leans down over you, right hand anchoring on the arm of the couch behind your head. You plead with your eyes as you gleam up at him, and he pushes into you slowly. Your eyes roll back, his girth splitting you open in the best way. When he’s finally all the way in, he takes a breather, making sure to check on you, kissing gently down your arm, making you flush red. 

“Y-You know you’re not going on that date, right?” He offers, making it clear he doesn’t want this to be a one time thing, and now, neither do you. Before you can respond, he starts moving, thrusting into you slowly, letting your cunt adjust to his size. 

“W-Wouldn’t dream of it.” You simper, his next thrust cutting off your teasing tone, cock curving just right inside of you to make you crumble. His thrusts speed up as you moan louder, clawing at the skin on his back when the pleasure becomes too much. 

“Shit, baby, this pussy was made for me. Sucking me in so good.” He groans, jaw tight as he speaks, trying not to lose control. He fucks into you harder, repositioning your legs to wrap around him, rolling your hips back just a bit, but enough for you to feel him even deeper. Your mind is spinning, the pure bliss making you dumb. He glances down, watching his length disappear inside of you, noticing the bulge he’s creating in your lower belly every time he enters you.

“Look at that, jagi. Such a good girl, taking it so well.” He praises as you turn into a whimpering mess. Your second orgasm approaches even faster, overwhelmed with pleasure. “So beautiful, all drunk on my cock.” His mouth connects with yours again, before showing your breasts attention once again, kneading them with his hands. 

“I-I m’gnna cum.” You let out as a hushed cry, his cock continuing to hit deep, brushing your gspot with every movement. 

“Let go, baby.” He responds, speaking through gritted teeth as he grows closer as well, still sensitive from cumming once already. As if connected, your orgasms come almost simultaneously. Your legs trembling as he withdrawals himself from you abruptly, leaning up on his knees, head thrown back as his cum glazes your stomach. Both of your heavy breathing fills the otherwise, now silent room. He kisses your cheek as he hops up, pulling only his boxers back on, gesturing to you that he’ll be right back. He comes back quickly, basically running back over to you with a towel, cleaning you up. He throws the towel on the floor, too eager to check on you rather than worry about laundry. He picks up your clothes, helping you redress like you’re a fragile doll.

“You know I can dress myself, right?” You giggle, raising your hips as he pulls your panties back onto you, along with your shorts next. Your tone is teasing, but you really think it’s the sweetest gesture any man has ever done for you.

“Duh. Doesn’t mean you’re gonna.” He rolls his eyes at you, sitting up against the armrest of the couch, legs spread out in front of him, and he pulls you into his lap. “Seriously, you okay?’’ He interrogates, placing a kiss on your cheek from behind you.

“More than okay.” You gleam, leaning back into him further. You never would’ve guessed the night would end like this, but now that you’re here, you wouldn’t dare go back. “You’re a good teacher, y’know?” You grin, grabbing ahold of his arms, wrapping them tighter around you. You hum in satisfaction, not knowing this is exactly what you needed.

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mdni

[wenology]

friday night ( nicholas wang x reader x nakakita yuma )

summary: the night started out like any other friday with yuma and nicholas; a frat party full of loud music and an over consumption of alcohol. what you didn’t expect was for you and your two best friends to finally cross the line you’d all been pretending didn’t exist.

warnings & tags: smut, all under the influence, threesome, porn w very little plot, p in v, member x member, unprotected sex & cumming inside (pls wrap it), pet names, cum eating, slight overstimulation, slight degradation, oral (m receiving), switch!yuma (if you squint), dom!nico, kissing, creampie. (pls lmk if i missed any!)

word count: 3.2k (3216)

authors note: hi... this is my first time writing smut.. any and all feedback is appreciated! also i do not like frat men ❌❌❌❌ but frat &team 🤤🤤🤤 ALSO not proof read so sorry for any mistakes

the fraternity house is bustling with people downstairs. it’s slowly dying down, but on a friday night, a crowd is to be expected. 

voices blur together into one long sound. music thuds through the walls, the rhythm steady. someone laughs too loudly, then too far away.

yuma hooks an arm loosely around your shoulder as you pass the kitchen. “you’re leaving already?” he asks, as if he’s offended.

“i’m tired,” you say, speech slurred like his from the alcohol you’ll regret in the morning. 

“you’re always tired,” he replies, but he doesn’t let go.

nicholas is a step behind you both, quieter, slower. he’s drunk in a way that doesn’t show much, more subtle than you and yuma. “upstairs,” he says, not asking.

you glance back at him. “yeah.”

yuma lets out a satisfied hum, guiding you toward the stairs like he always does when three of you to leave together. “my room’s closer,” he says, already starting up.

“of course it is,” nicholas mutters. 

you catch the way yuma looks back at him over his shoulder; quick, amused, like they’re having a separate conversation that you’re not apart of. you follow anyway, brushing it off. maybe you’re so drunk that you’re imagining things. 

by the time you reach the hallway upstairs, the noise from below is just a low hum, muffled through the walls. 

yuma stumbles slightly into the wall as he turns, laughing under his breath. “we survived.”

“barely,” you say as you stop behind him. 

nicholas steps past you both, opening his bedroom door, rather than yuma’s, without hesitation. “come in, or don’t.” 

it isn’t really an invitation but yuma already follows him in. it’s his bedroom after all. 

you hesitate for half a second too long. nicholas notices. of course he does.

“you coming in?” he asks, quieter now. his voice is softer, a subtle change in tone from when he spoke to yuma. 

your throat feels dry for no good reason. “yeah,” you mutter as you walk past the doorway. the door shuts behind you, and the sound of the party disappears completely.

the room is dim, messy like you would expect a frat guy’s room. clothes on a chair, a half-empty bottle on the desk, the faint smell of alcohol still in the air like it’s clinging to everything.

yuma flops onto the bed immediately, spreading out like he owns it. “this is a terrible idea,” he says with a huff.

“you followed me,” nicholas says.

“exactly,” yuma replies, grinning.

you’re still standing near the door. it feels different, like there’s tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. 

nicholas moves first, shutting the door properly this time. the click sounds too final in the quiet. he leans back against it for a second, eyes flicking to you, not lingering anywhere else.

just you.

“you’re still standing there,” he says, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. 

“yeah,” you reply, but it comes out softer than you mean it to.

yuma pats the space between him and nicholas on the bed. “sit down. you look like you’re about to fall over.” 

“i’m fine.”

“you’re swaying,” he corrects.

you don’t deny it because, well, you are. so you sit.

you’re sat between them again, like it’s become the only natural place for you to end up tonight. yuma sits up, the mattress dipping under his weight. 

yuma’s shoulder presses into yours without asking permission. nicholas sits a little straighter, but not farther away. your knee brushes his when you adjust.

no one moves it.

the room is so silent you could hear a pin drop. it’s tense, like the air is waiting for someone to break first.

yuma exhales slowly, watching you more than anything else in the room. “you’re doing that thing again.”

you look at him. “what thing?”

his smile is lazy, but his eyes aren’t. “thinking too hard.”

nicholas’s voice comes quieter. “you’ve been like that all night.”

you swallow. “i’m just sitting here,” you say.

“yeah,” yuma murmurs, leaning back on his hands, “that’s the problem.”

nicholas finally looks at you fully. not the room. not yuma. you.

your breath catches a little too late to hide it, but yuma notices anyway. he always does. and this time, when his hand lands behind you on the bed, it doesn’t feel like an accident anymore.

nicholas’ eyes flicker down to your lips, pink and glossy. you notice, of course you do. it’s obvious from the way your cheeks burn up. before you can process what’s happening, his lips crash onto yours.

yuma is still sat on your right, hand moving to your thigh. you tense up at first, lips still moving against nicholas’. 

nicholas pulls away reluctantly, a soft whine escaping your lips as he does. he chuckles, though he’s a little nervous deep inside. “is this okay?” he asks, trying to read you. the last thing he’d want is for you to be uncomfortable. 

you nod immediately; it’s almost embarrassing how bad you want this. yuma’s hand still massages your thigh, hands creeping closer to your heat. “you’re wet already,” he mumbles as his hand moves past your skirt, fingers brushing against the damp part of your panties. 

you just whimper in response, overwhelmed, your heart beating in your chest louder than the music downstairs. “s-shut up,” you stutter. 

to your left, nicholas chuckles again, the sound sending a jolt to your cunt. “you’ve been thinking about this for a while, huh?” he asks, his voice smooth. 

your cheeks heat up yet again-you’re sure you’re as red as an apple. “no—“ you start, but he cuts you off. “don’t lie,” he says, less soft than before. 

you swallow thickly. you open your lips to speak, but yuma’s fingers push your soaked panties to the side to slide through your folds, causing you to moan. “you’re so wet,” he mumbles. without warning, two of his fingers plunge into your tight hole. your back arches, a loud whimper escaping your lips before nicholas muffles it with another kiss. 

the room fills with the sound of your moans, and of yuma’s long fingers pumping in and out of your heat. “so wet already,” he murmurs as he watches you and nicholas. “needy little baby,” he continues. “dripping from just being alone with your two best friends, huh?”

you whimper pathetically against nicholas’ lips. yuma sighs with frustration. he wants your attention too. he curls his fingers inside of you sharply. “stop ignoring me,” he grits out. 

you reluctantly pull away from nicholas, moaning yet again from yuma’s actions. “i-i.. yes, fuck,” you barely manage to get out. you don’t even know what you’re saying at this point. 

yuma groans and pulls his fingers out without any warning. his other hand grips your jaw, pulling you closer to his face. “open,” he says, bringing his fingers covered in your juices up to your lips. and you do, lips parting immediately and wrapping around his fingers. he groans at the feeling of your wet, warm mouth. 

to your left nicholas is watching the scene unfold in front of him. like yuma, his pants are starting to tighten quickly. but he decides to be patient, he doesn’t want to scare you off. 

yuma stands up, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a soft pop sound coming from your lips. “up,” he says. you freeze, looking at nicholas. he just nods, signaling that it’s okay. you know they’d never do anything to hurt you. you stand up, nicholas’ hand on the small of your back. yuma looks over at the bed before his eyes meet yours again. “get on the bed, on your hands and knees,” he commands. 

your knees nearly buckle, your breath catching in your throat. but you obey, slowly moving to the side of nicholas’ twin sized bed, getting on your hands and knees. nicholas shifts, moving so he’s sitting where your head is. on the other hand, yuma walks up behind you. he pushes your skirt above your ass, groaning at the sight. while he’s there, he tugs your panties off, tossing them to an unknown area of nicholas’ room. 

“so eager,” he mutters as he sees you clench around nothing. you can hear him messing with his belt, the sound of the metal shooting to your pussy. he tugs it off, tugging his pants and boxers with it. you look behind you, and see his hand immediately wrap around his cock—it’s thick, not the longest but bigger than anything you’ve ever taken. you gulp, feeling your cheeks heat up again. 

nicholas notices your nervousness and he cups your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. “it’s okay,” he mumbles as he watches you closely. 

“the safe word is red,” yuma says from behind you. your chest tightens, you’re not sure if it’s from excitement or nervousness, or a mix of both. but you just nod in response, a quiet “okay” slipping out. 

yuma’s hand gropes the flesh of your ass, his other hand bringing his cock to your entrance. he rubs the tip against your folds, groaning at the feeling. it’s so slick, so eager to take him. and it does. he pushes in smoothly, the wetness from your cunt making it easy for him to push inside. you let out a loud moan, sending a jolt to nicholas’ crotch. 

yuma takes his time sliding in, letting you adjust to his size. but he’s impatient, he always has been. he doesn’t wait for you to give him the go before he starts to pull out a bit, pushing in and out of your pussy at a painfully slow pace. all you can do is moan, hands gripping the sheets underneath you. 

the younger man looks to your right; nicholas palming himself over his jeans. nicholas groans quietly at the sight of you taking yuma’s cock.. yuma notices, smirking to himself as he watches the older man. they look at each other, speaking to each other with just their eyes as they always do. nicholas undoes his belt carefully, standing up to tug bis jeans and boxers down. you look up, mouth watering at the sight. ‘shit,’ you think to yourself. he’s huge, bigger than yuma. hes a bit thinner, but much longer. you swallow thickly, eyes looking up to his. he just looks down at you, hand moving up and down the base of his cock, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. 

yuma watches, his cock twitching inside of you at the sight. he feels you clench around him as you stare at nicholas’ cock. “you g’na put that pretty mouth to use and suck nico off?” yuma asks, grunting from how your pussy wraps around him so nicely. 

all you can do is let out a pathetic moan and nod, lips parting immediately as nicholas’ hand cups the underside of your chin. he grips his cock, rubbing the precum on his tip all over your lips. he groans, feeling your tongue dart out, lapping at his tip like a starved woman. he pushes in further, filling your warm, wet mouth with his length. his head is thrown back, cursing under his breath as he hisses. “shit, baby,” he mutters as your lips wrap around him. your moans are muffled by him filling your mouth, yuma’s hips still snapping against yours. your moans send a vibration to nicholas’ cock, his hand moving to your hair to grip it tightly. 

the room fills with the sound of both men moaning and grunting, both of their hips thrusting towards you. nicholas is more gentle, moving slowly but still thrusting his cock into your mouth as he watches you. yuma, on the other hand, is rough. his hands tightly grip your hips; you’ll definitely have marks in the morning. 

yuma’s pace starts to pick up, his movements becoming sloppier as he watches nicholas’ cock disappear into your mouth. nicholas looks over at him, his eyes meeting yuma’s. “don’t tell me this is turning you on,” he laughs, causing yuma’s grip on your hips to tighten.

“s-shut the fuck up,” yuma grits out as he keeps dragging his dick in and out of your cunt. nicholas just chuckles, cradling your face as he continues his slow movements. 

“oh c’mon yu,” nicholas says, suppressing his moans as you hollow your cheeks around his cock. “you can be honest, you’ve thought about me fucking your mouth, too, huh? don’t worry, you’ll get your turn too.”

yuma whimpers in response, his hips snapping harshly against yours, causing you to take nicholas’ cock deeper in your throat. he doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol in his system or the feeling of your wet heat around him, but his cheeks flush and he’s a whimpering mess now. “shit--shit ah, ‘m cumming,” he moans at a high pitch, eyes squeezing shut as ropes of cum fill you up. you moan from the feeling, your orgasm following soon after. you moan around nicholas’ cock, your walls fluttering around yuma, accidentally overstimulating him a bit. you gasp, nicholas’ length slipping out of your mouth. he hisses, but let’s you come down from your high. he watches you, brushing the hair out of your face as he continues to stroke his cock. “take a break baby, hm?” he whispers to you as you look up at him, catching your breath. you just nod, laying on your stomach as you watch nicholas. 

he moves to the other side of the bed where yuma is, watching the younger one pull out of you with a groan. he grips yuma’s collar, pulling him in for a kiss. yuma moans against his lips, reciprocating it. it’s a hungry, messy kiss. you roll over onto your back, eyes darting up to them immediately. you feel a heat rush to your core, causing your thighs to squeeze together. they don’t notice yet, too lost in each other. nicholas pulls away and yuma whines lightly as if wanting a little more from the older man. nicholas can’t help but smirk as he pulls away from the kiss. “lay on your back,” he tells yuma, who scrambles to get on the bed immediately. he lays on his back and nicholas adjusts him, yuma’s head hanging off of the bed. “gonna put this mouth to good use,” he murmurs before he slaps his cock on his cheek. yuma’s plump lips part, nearly drooling as his eyes stare up at nicholas’ length.

yuma’s lips part automatically, allowing nicholas to shove his cock in his mouth. nicholas hisses quietly, feeling yuma’s lips wrap around him tightly. while they’re busy, you crawl over to yuma, watching him harden. your hand gently grabs his length, pumping it slowly, causing yuma to moan around nicholas. nicholas bucks his hips, groaning from the vibrations. he watches you, watching you tug your skirt off and move onto yuma’s lap, hovering over his cock. 

yuma whimpers around nicholas as he sucks him off, feeling you line his length up with your entrance. one hand is on his stomach to hold yourself up as you slowly sink down, adjusting to his size again. you bite your lip, suppressing your noises. nicholas watches closely, his dick twitching in yuma’s mouth. while you adjust, your hands both move to his stomach to hold yourself up. your head fell forward, gasping as you bottomed out. 

you felt yuma twitch inside of you as you clenched around him, overwhelmed from the feeling. he slipped in so easily from the mix of your cum from your earlier round. you started to ride yuma at a slow pace, grinding on his lap. the sounds coming from where your bodies met was erotic, so wet. the room filled with the sounds of the three of you moaning and your skin slapping.

yuma knew he wouldn’t last long, and nicholas was coming to his climax as well. he leaned forward, causing his dick to push further in yumas mouth. he slowly thrusted his cock into yuma’s mouth as he grabbed your face, kissing you hungrily. you moaned against each others lips, your pussy clenching more around yuma as nicholas’ tongue entered your mouth. you sucked on his tongue, your saliva mixing. 

you felt yuma’s hand smacking at your thigh, his moans getting louder. he was about to cum again, deep inside of you. his hips thrusted up against yours, fucking you from below. you whimpered around nicholas’ mouth, the older man pulling away reluctantly. before he could speak, yuma’s cum filled you up again, your tight walls milking him. he whimpered and moaned around nicholas as he emptied his cum into you. you felt the warmth filling you, causing you to moan. but, you hadn’t cum yet. 

nicholas noticed, still slowly moving his cock in and out of yuma’s mouth. “don’t stop riding him,” he instructed as he pulled out of the younger’s mouth. and who were you to disobey nicholas? you kept riding yuma, overstimulating the poor boy. his hands gripped your hips, trying to stop you but you kept riding. nicholas watched, stroking his dick at a fast pace as he watched. he knew you were close, as was he. 

yuma twitches under you, whining from the overwhelming feeling as you continue to chase your orgasm. you feel a knot form in your stomach, causing you to once again clench around him. “f–fuck hurry up!” he whimpers at you, fingers digging into the curve of your ass. 

“ngh–f-fuck, cumming,” you whined at a high pitch, feeling your orgasm about to crash. nicholas leaned forward again, jerking his heavy dick over yuma’s face as he crashed his lips against yours. your walls spasmed around yuma, whimpering and moaning against nicholas’ lips as you rode out your high. nicholas came as well, white ropes shooting onto yuma’s stomach and chest. he groaned against your lips, a string of saliva pulling as he pulled away. 

your body felt weak, nearly falling over. nicholas caught you, chuckling as he helped you pull off of yuma and lay on his bed. yuma panted quietly, as did you. he looked down at his chest and stomach, his cheeks turning red at the sight of nicholas’ cum on him. “really?” he groans, looking up at nicholas as he sits on the bed between you. 

nicholas laughs, “what? don’t act like you didn’t like it.” yuma grabs a pillow and chucks it at nicholas, causing you to giggle next to them. 

“fine fine, you big baby. i’ll get a rag,” he says as he stands up, heading to his bathroom. while he’s gone, you lean over, looking at yuma’s flushed face. curious, you move closer, lowering your head to lick the cum. you hum, the salty taste hitting your tastebuds. he whines softly, feeling his dick harden for a third time.

his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging at it gently. he didn’t want you to stop, but he didn’t know if he could handle more. you ignored his tugs, licking his skin clean. his lips parted to speak, but nicholas clearing his throat caught his and your attention. you looked up at him, a wet rag in his hand as he sighed. “i guess this is gonna be a long night,” he murmured. 

tags: @dreemxz

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THIS WAS FUCKING AWESOME OHHHHHHH GOD.

mdni

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒢𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑠 ♡ 𝒲𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑖𝑥𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑔 .ᐟ

a reupload + reimagine of Nicholas as Xia Yizhou (Caleb) from the otome game love and deep space.

cw: 𝗱̲𝗮̲𝗿̲𝗸̲ 𝗰̲𝗼̲𝗻̲𝘁̲𝗲̲𝗻̲𝘁̲ !! implied stepcest , (reader calls him gege and he calls her meimei) if you're uncomfortable with such topics i suggest you scroll ahead. mdni!!

Loving Nicholas was painful and consuming but with the pain came pleasure and you find your comfort in it. You're not sure when this feeling started but it's always been there, nestled deep in your heart protected by your ribcage. This hunger rooted deep within you awakened by the sight of him. 

Flashbacks of meeting him after your mother’s marriage to his father. Getting closer to him was as easy as the air entering your lungs, filling you with life. His warm hands, ones that soothes injured flesh when you fell off the bike, his toothy smile, his honeyed voice muttering praise that falls upon eager ears. 

The walls you carefully built with your own flesh and bones, your beating heart ripped out of your chest just to satisfy your undying need for him. The way your name fell from his lips ignited your senses alive, the way he kneeled by your knees, his eyes — oh his eyes. Beautiful like the sunset on a summer day, glowing with need and beckoning you like a moth to a flame. 

Hunger clawed at the beating walls of your heart, overtaken by the desire to consume him entirely with teeth and nails sinking into his welcoming flesh. You try to satiate this hunger by digging your nails into your trembling thighs, like a chain holding a caged beast from pouncing on its prey, he was your prey. 

There was a fever in your bones, a tremor blooming in your fingertips, fingers itching to dig into his welcoming flesh as he spread your legs apart, taking his rightful place between them eyed lit with a thousand soft hungers. Sweet pleads falling from his lips waking up the raving beast within you. With trembling hands, reaching out to gently cup his face into your warm and searing touch.

He was a summer fruit in your palm, warm from the sun, unaware. Soft with trust. and you, all unrepentant appetite, bit down, split the skin, and harvested the nectar beneath like biting into an apple and finding it bled. It ran down your chin, sweetness and sin in equal measure. 

The guilt of the sin was creeping up like a predator circling its prey, sinking into your very soul and clawing at the walls of your heart. Loving him was a sin. Because when it comes to Nicholas, the lines blur and a soft haze takes over your senses. He was everything, a dotting gege, a kind friend, family, and most importantly a temptation. He is the poison apple and you wanted nothing more than to sink your teeth in. 

"Gege ..." fallen whispers into his parted lips, a magnetic pull pushing you into his welcoming field. “How could you possibly understand… my guilt and sin…” The tremble into his tone tugging on your heartstrings like a musician does to the strings of an instrument. “I've held myself back and endured, day after day after day, it was suffocating.” 

The beast was no longer tamed. Your lips capturing his own in hungry fervor — starved, passionate, consuming. He was warm, welcoming, giving and you wanted nothing more than to consume him. 

Hushed moans muffled by his lips, nails digging deep into the flesh of his shoulders when he broke off the kiss with a small whine, reddened lips moving to kiss at your neck, sinking his teeth into your sweet flesh.

Arousal hung over you like a cloud, lost in a haze and it was almost suffocating. Your grip on him tightened, his hard bulge rutting into your clothed cunt, swallowing heavily, hands moved to grip into his hair. 

A soft yank pulling him into your field of vision, his heaving chest and rosy lips driving you up a wall. “I’ve waited far too long for you, meimei…” and the weight of the sin you both carried no longer felt suffocating.

Your fingers, once hesitating, now gripped him more firmly, sinking nails into his flesh and pulling him closer. Your head spun, caught between the heat of your kiss and his body flush against your own, solid and warm. 

“Meimei…” he cages you in, keeps you between his ribs, close to his heart his love for you consuming and you would rather let it gnaw at your being than to live without him.  "Don't deny me any longer, please."

Your breath hitches, chest rattling with uncontained need, his name falling off your lips in whispers like a prayer. “Gege…” fog seeping into your head, thoughts melting into nothingness as you let him consume you.

“Can you carry a little of this sin too? Don't leave me in this loneliness any longer…”

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(a/n: i love this piece too much to keep it in the draft pls dont crucify me ok thank u love u enjoy!!)

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mdni

[deerhuntings-deactivated2026060]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓜𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑝 ♡ 𝒩𝑒𝑘𝑜𝑧 .ᐟ

It wasn't easy experiencing your first heartbreak, and to make you feel better, your friends drag you to a club to forget about it, only to meet two strangers who pull you into a hazy night that changes your world. (wc: 2,8k)

cw: afab , mentions of drinking , smoking weed , shotgun kisses, threesome w nekoz , semi-public sex , unprotected sex (don't do it!) , oral (m receiving) , p in v , slightly mean nekoz , praise kink , cum eating , slight dacryphilia .

Nothing good comes after midnight. Those words were repeated to you by your mother, and you listened always.

Not today, not when your friends are practically begging to take you out.

You were the textbook example of a good girl: top grades, always home before curfew, didn't drink or smoke, and had a good boyfriend your parents adored.

The last part, not so much anymore, he left you and your relationship of three years for some cowardly reason of not being good enough for you.

He was your first everything, you had plans of marriage and your life ahead of you, only for it to be burned down and tossed away mindlessly, so you were rightfully upset.

It has been a while now, so your friends finally convinced you to stop moping around and let loose a little, which is how you found yourself standing in front of the mirror wearing a leather mini dress while one of your friends fixed your makeup.

"Are the thigh garters necessary?" you grumbled, tugging them up and smacking your lips together once the lipstick was applied. "Yes, absolutely!" your friend protested.

"You look sexy, mama," she purred, your crimson lips coming together to form a pout. "I feel weird." You paused before adding.

"Also, this dress is so short I feel like my ass is hanging." A friend snickered, rolling her eyes and grabbing your arm. "That's the point, silly. You need to forget him and let go tonight, have some fun!"

Your pounding heart rattling against your chest, swallowing the lump forming in your throat, letting your friends shove you into the cab.

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The bass hits you as the door opens, low and heavy as it blends in with your heartbeat. Everything around you changed. You were an outsider in this world, and it showed.

Light spills over your skin, a mix of neons and blues, flashing alongside the music. The air feels thick and warm, suffocating like a vixen's grip. Your eyes fell on the bodies moving together on the dance floor, people grinding against each other, so carefree.

The music wraps around you, drowning out every dwelling thought you have. It was a lot to take in, but the promise of forgetting lured you in like a siren's song.

Your friends are already on you, you protest weakly out of habit.

"C'mon, baby girl, let's go have some fun," one of them said with her hands thrown on your shoulder as she giggled in your ear while the other pulled you by the wrist.

Well, no turning back now. You've entered the wolf's den, and there's no escape.

Your friends were on you the entire time, one pressing a drink in your hand, the cold seeping into your skin. A few sips in, and you're giggling, leaning against your friend before she tugs you to get up, moving to the dance floor, and you let her.

It was awkward at first; you were not used to dancing and didn't know what to do with your limbs or how to move, but she started guiding you, and the knot in your chest loosened.

Then you felt a shift, like someone’s watching.

Your eyes trailed to the edge of the dance floor, where they landed on two men leaning against the wall, their eyes fixated on you.

They're not exactly being subtle with their stares, one of them smirking when you held eye contact with him. He is gorgeous, all sharp features, plump lips, and fluffy pink hair falling over his eyes. The other man was just as striking, distinctive, and sharp, with the only difference being his black hair.

You feel your friend pull you in deeper into the crowd, laughing and dancing while everything around you starts to blur.

Then you feel it again, and when you turn your head, they're getting closer, cutting through the crowd and bodies like predators approaching their prey.

The pink-haired one reaches you first, stepping into your space with overwhelming presence, "You look out of place." A smug expression adorns his face, and you feel your cheeks heat up.

"That bad?" A nervous laugh, eyes darting away.

"Not really", he replied, shamelessly checking you out. "It's amusing, tumbling like a baby deer."

The black-haired man steps in, making his presence known. "Or maybe you're not having a good night?" he husked.

You gulped at his question. He hit it bullseye.

"What makes you say that?" You tilted your head, trying to appear unaffected. "It shows."

He leans closer, "You look out of it."

The pink-haired's hand rested on the small of your back, the faint smell of smoke and cologne engulfing you when he leaned closer. "Let's fix that, shall we?"

"Yeah," You murmured without another thought in your head, your friends long forgotten.

They don't give you the time to react, pulling you with them into the crowd. The space between you lessens, with pink hair in front of you, and black hair behind you.

Bodies squeezed together as the music picked up, black hair's hands on your hips guiding you steadily into him.

Your breath catches once you feel his boner grinding into your barely covered ass, head thrown back, and teeth digging into the soft flesh of your lips to hold off moans from slipping.

This doesn't go unnoticed by pink hair.

His hands move to rest on your hips, pulling you into him, and there’s an ease between them, a kind of tension that builds slowly before erupting.

Then, just as quickly as it started, it ends.

"Come with us," one of them said into the skin of your neck, peppering it with chaste kisses. "It's too loud in here, let's go somewhere quiet," the other added, his grip on your waist tightened.

"W-wait, I don't even know your names."

There’s a beat. Two. They finally answered.

"Nicholas," the pink-haired man said. "Yuma," said the other.

You nodded, "Y/n."

And just like that, you followed them away from the crowd and down a quiet hallway.

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The vip room was dimly lit, and the surrounding noises were muffled. It was lined with plush-looking seats, a table littered with half-drunk glasses and other items you really couldn't care about.

You stood there in a haze. "Better?" Yuma's voice pulled you out of your musing, looking at you in amusement. "Yes," your voice just above a whisper.

They move around the room. Nicholas plopped on the plush seat, leaning back to look at you while Yuma hovered by your side.

There was a small pause, the air around you growing more intimate.

Yuma snakes his arm around your waist, gently pushing you into the room. "Stop hovering," he whispered against your ear, a shiver running down your spine.

"C'mere," Nicholas pats the space next to him, and you sit down, fitting between the two men snugly. "Relax," he murmurs.

Then Yuma reaches into his pocket, pulling out a neatly rolled joint, tapping it lightly against the table.

“So,” he says, glancing at you, “how about a smoke?”

The inner voice in your head was yelling at you, reprimanding you for how crazy you're being, that this isn't right, that your ancestors are rolling their graves. Still, you really couldn't get yourself to pay attention to the guilt when their presence overwhelms you in the best way possible.

You needed this tonight.

"I never really..." you started, "We can tell, baby." Nicholas interrupted with a smirk.

He leaned closer, his gaze shifting between you and Yuma. " Let's teach you, yeah?"

The air grew heavy, dense with tension and the intense scent of smoke.

And so, Yuma lights it and takes a slow drag. The faint scent fills the air, mixing with the strong smell of alcohol and their dizzying colognes. He moves to cup your cheek, and you melt into his touch.

"Open up, baby," Nicholas purred, and you parted your lips in response.

Yuma leaned down to press his lips to yours, exhaling the smoke into your mouth while Nicholas was in your ear guiding you to swallow. 

The smoke passed between you; it was unfamiliar, but you welcomed the hazy feeling it brought. 

Your hand lifts, catching lightly on his shirt as the moment stretches just a second longer than you expect.

Then he pulls back.

You blink, the taste of the smoke still lingering as you process what just happened.

“... oh,” you breathed, a little dazed.

Nicholas’ hand finds your wrist, gently pulling you towards him. You let yourself follow, allowing him to draw you closer until the space between you disappears.

He moves you, naturally, until you end up on his lap. For a heartbeat, it felt too bold and unlike you, like you shouldn’t give in that easily, but his hands remain steady at your waist, making it hard to refuse.

“Much better,” he murmurs. 

Yuma shifts closer, leaning in just enough that you’re aware of him on your side, easing any sense of intimidation you might feel. 

The joint is now in Nicholas’ hand, he takes a slow drag, then places the blunt to your lips. A silent encouragement for you to try it yourself.

He’s closer now, closer than before, his eyes steady on yours. You inhaled, the burn feels oddly soothing, faint tears adorning your eyes.

“Good?” he asks, voice low. “Yeah…”

Nicholas leans in, kissing you deeply like he’s about to consume you, your hands moving to grip his shirt tightly, and he smiles into the kiss.

He breaks it off to take another drag, then goes back in for another kiss, blowing the smoke into your awaiting lips.

The attention shifted towards Yuma when he moved to take the joint from Nicholas, finishing it off. He stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back, his hand cupping your chin and tilting your head back.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Yuma murmured, “makes me want to ruin you,” and you whined in response. 

He leaned down to kiss you messily, your teeth clashing together, and Nicholas took this chance to pepper kisses all over your neck. “You sure you haven’t done this before, baby?” he said, words melting into your skin.

His hands slid up your thighs, hiking up your dress until it stopped at the garter. He toyed with it, tugging it and letting it snap back into your skin harshly, making you whimper into Yuma’s lips.

You shifted in his lap, the arousal tingling between your legs, and the haze of smoking was making you unable to think straight. Yuma broke the kiss with a smirk, a string of saliva connecting you to him.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, head still tipped back as you took in Yuma’s appearance, his lips reddened and spit slicked. “Still with us, pretty girl?” 

It was hard to focus when those two men were all over you, consuming your thoughts and invading your space in the best way possible. “I-I need…” Nicholas gripped your chin, tilting your head right up to face him. “What do you need, baby?” 

Your entire body was buzzing, the weed and the arousal making you feel floaty and the only thing keeping you grounded was their bodies against yours.

Yuma leaned down to kiss at your exposed shoulder, grazing his teeth against the warm skin and your brain short-circuts. 

You didn’t know if it was the smoke or just sheer nerves but when Nicholas’ other hand started moving up your thighs and moving dangerously close to your clothed cunt, and Yuma’s hands roamed all over your chest and abdomen, you felt like exploding. “Fuck me,” you gasped, melting into Yuma’s chest, “fuck please I need it,”

They didn’t need to be told twice. 

Nicholas’ hand moved until they hovered over your panties, hooking his fingers on the fabric and removing it in one swift motion while Yuma lowered one dress strap with his teeth and the other with his hand effectively making you flash them. 

They groaned at the sight of your perky tits, “Such a pretty thing, aren’t you baby?” Yuma’s hands coming up to grope your tits and Nicholas' fingers rubbing your exposed cunt, eliciting soft whines and whimpers as you throw your head back in pure pleasure. 

“Haaa- please,” your entire body flushed, grinding your hips against Nicholas’ fingers, not putting them in yet. “Please what, angel?” he leaned closer, placing chaste kisses on your chest, 

“Stop teasing” you whined, squirming on his lap and he chuckled. “Aww, baby you’re so needy aren’t you?” he said mockingly.

“Nicholas …” your grip on him tightened. Yuma, on the other hand, was busy grinding into your ass, his hands leaving your chest to grip at your hips harshly. “Is Nicho being mean to you, baby?” he egged on you, his breath tickling your ear. 

Fresh tears brimming your eyes and Nicholas swears he almost came on the spot, “Mmm, don’t cry baby i’ll give you what you want,” he whined mockingly. 

Taking his hand off your thigh, his nimble fingers moving to unzip his pants and freeing his cock and Yuma lifted you off his lap easily, making you stand wobbly feet. 

“You’ll tell us when it’s too much, hmm?” you nodded feverishly, feeling Yuma splaying his hand on your back, pushing you to bend over until you were face to face with Nicholas’s crotch. 

Yuma’s hand moved to hike your dress up, your exposed ass pulled flush against his pelvis. Nicholas’ cock stood hard and reddened against his abdomen, “Can you suck me off pretty?”

You didn’t need to be told twice. 

Your hands moved to settle on his thighs and you started slow, kitten licking at his head occasionally wrapping your tongue around the flushed tip meanwhile Yuma took his pants off and started rubbing his leaking cock against your puffy lips, the wet slide sending jolts of electricity down your body making your grip on Nicholas’ thighs tighten.

“Y-yuma, please” you whined, your tongue swirling around Nicholas’ cock, running flat against his veins before wrapping your lips around his head, hollowing your cheeks in the process.

Nicholas’ groans echoed through the room which motivated you to start taking his length down your throat slowly, engulfing him in tight wet heat. “Fuck, just like that, pretty girl.” throwing his head back against the seat.

Thwack!

A harsh slap on your flushed ass jostled you, making you moan against Nicholas’ cock, Yuma’s fingers kneading the soft flesh, sheathing himself inside your awaiting cunt at the same time Nicholas shifts making take him in deeper.

Yuma groans, not moving yet, just enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around him, how deeply buried he is and you imagine you must be a sight, black dressed hiked up and bent over taking another man’s cock in your mouth as you grind back into him.

“Ready, baby?” he husked, and you mumbled something of approval the best you could, the hard snap of his hips pushing right towards Nicholas, who groans and gathers your hair into his fist. 

“You look so pretty like that, baby” Nicholas’ voice dripped like honey, making you look up at him doe-eyed; he liked what you were doing to him and you liked what he was doing to you.

“You’re taking me so well, pretty” Yuma rasped, pulling your hips down harder against him, making you swallow around Nicholas’ cock. “Shit, just like that.” 

Yuma set a brutal pace, fucking into your sopping cunt and Nicholas held you, keeping you steady. “Fuck” the grip on your hair tightened, “I’m so close, shit” and that only motivated you to suck harder. 

“If you keep doing that, I'm gonna come down your throat” and you peered at the idea, your hands gripping his thighs tightly. “You want that, baby?” and you nodded to the best of your ability.

And Nicholas does exactly what you wanted, dissolving into the pleasure of Yuma fucking you onto his cock; softly moaning and throwing his head back as he came in your mouth. You tried swallowing the best you can but, there was so much you let go sputtering and gasping for air as your head rested on his thighs.

Nicholas’ warm hands immediately rested on your cheek, muttering sweet nothings as Yuma uses your body to drive the pleasure between you even higher.

You whimper and gasp against Nicholas’ thighs, you’re held in suspense for long moments, before one snap of Yuma’s hips sends you crashing over the edge, “So good for me” Yuma’s release follows; tense with hands gripping your hips tightly as he comes deep inside you. “Took us so well, baby” 

You went limp in their hold, Yuma hoisting you up to sit on the seats and Nicholas was by your side, lips tracing your neck and jaw. “Let’s get you cleaned up, pretty”

Feeling hazy, you didn’t trust yourself to speak so you just let them take care of you.

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oh this was so fucking good THISSSSSS IS HOW YOU WRITE NEKOZ GOOD GODDDDDD

[mafiadad5]

don’t you miss me, baby?

.ᐟ ex!na jaemin x fem!reader

.ᐟ genre- smut, MDNI!, forced proximity.

.ᐟ warnings- unprotected sex, slight choking, sorta rough, creampie, arguing.

.ᐟ w/c- 2.2k

a/n- hi, my loves! It’s been a while, but mama is back. This is just something short, but I promise I have a full length fic coming soon, maybe more if y’all want another toxic fic—plz lmk! Hope you enjoy, love you all <3

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You never thought you'd see him again. 

The music in the apartment was loud enough that you could feel it in your ribs before you could really hear it. Someone had the bass turned up way too high, the floor vibrating under your shoes while people packed into every corner of the place. You hadn't even wanted to come, but your friend insisted it would be "fun" and now you were wedged between strangers laughing too loudly over a kitchen island, but when you looked up there he was.

Jaemin

Leaning back against the wall like he'd been standing there the whole time. One arm resting casually behind him, black jacket pushed up his forearms, dark hair falling messily across his forehead like he'd been running his hand through it all night. He looked almost exactly the same.

Except the moment his eyes landed on you, everything changed.

For a few seconds, neither of you moved. You just stared at each other from across the room, the distance filled with strangers who had no idea they were standing in the middle of something that had exploded months ago.

You hadn't seen him since the fight, not once, not by accident, not in passing, nothing. It had ended badly—worse than badly, honestly. The kind of argument where by the end of it, both of you were too angry and too hurt to even look at each other.

And now he was here.

Your fingers tightened around the plastic cup in your hand.

Jaemin didn't look away, his eyes stayed locked on yours, like he was trying to figure out if you were really there or if you were just another face in the crowd.

God, that expression used to drive you insane.

Nope… absolutely not.

You turned away immediately, setting your drink down harder than necessary and pushing through the crowd before your brain could talk you out of it. Someone called your name, but you didn't answer. The only thing on your mind was getting out of there before he decided to walk over and start something.

The hallway outside the apartment felt almost eerily quiet compared to the noise inside. For a second you just stood there breathing, trying to calm the weird mix of irritation and nerves under your skin.

You pressed the elevator button…once, twice.

"Come on..." You muttered under your breath.

A few seconds later, the elevator dinged softly and the doors slid open. You stepped inside, already digging your phone out of your pocket.

And then a hand slammed against the door.

The elevator beeped and reopened. You didn't even have to look up to know who it was.

He stepped inside, the space suddenly felt way smaller than it actually was. Neither of you spoke as the doors slid shut behind him.

You kept your eyes on the glowing numbers above the door, arms crossed tightly across your chest like that might somehow create a barrier between the two of you. But even without looking, you could feel him there, standing just a couple feet away. His presence was frustratingly familiar, the faint scent of his cologne, the quiet sound of his breathing.

God, this was awkward.

The elevator hummed as it started to descend.

Then he let out a quiet, humorless chuckle.

"Wow." He said, his voice filled with dry sarcasm. "Of all the places I expected to run into you tonight."

You rolled your eyes, still staring straight ahead. "Trust me, this wasn't exactly on my to-do list."

Silence again, you could practically feel him looking at you now.

Then the elevator jolted, hard. The lights flickered, the movement stopped abruptly, and the entire thing went still with a low mechanical noise.

"Fucking hell." You cursed, hitting the emergency button a little harder than necessary, explaining what happened 

A voice came through the speaker. “We’ll try to get this repaired as fast as possible, most likely in 15-20 minutes.”

Great, just great.

Jaemin let out a short laugh that sounded more irritated than amused. "You can't make this up."

You leaned your head back against the wall and closed your eyes for a second, trying to ignore the fact that the last person on earth you wanted to be trapped in a metal box with was currently standing three feet away from you.

He shifted beside you, clearly just as annoyed, a minute passed… then another. And finally he spoke. 

"You know." He said slowly. "It's kind of funny."

You opened one eye. "What?"

"That the first time we see each other after months..." He gestured vaguely at the elevator walls. "We end up stuck in here together."

You scoffed. "Yeah, hilarious."

Another pause, but then his tone changed slightly. "...You left pretty fast back there."

You frowned and turned your head toward him. "Excuse me?"

He let out a small chuckle. "You saw me and immediately bolted."

"I didn't bolt."

He shrugged. "You practically sprinted."

"I walked out."

Jaemin raised an eyebrow. "Right. Very calm and casual."

Your irritation flared up, he’s so annoying. "Maybe I didn't feel like dealing with you tonight."

"Oh, dealing with me?" He repeated, incredulous. "That's rich."

Your eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He pushed himself off the wall, standing a little straighter now.

"It means you don't get to act like I'm the problem after the way things ended."

You shook your head. "You're unbelievable."

"And you're avoiding the point."

"Oh, I'm avoiding the point?" You shot back. "Last time I checked, you were the one yelling at me like I ruined your life."

"Because you hurt me." He said immediately.

The words came out faster than he probably meant them to. You blinked, caught off guard for half a second before the defensive wall slammed right back into place.

You scoffed. "Like you didn't do the exact same thing to me."

He stared at you, something tense flickering across his face. "Maybe because you never actually admitted you were wrong."

"Oh my god." You muttered, shaking your head. "You're still doing it."

"Doing what?" He questioned. 

"Acting like you're the victim in all of this."

Jaemin scoffed under his breath. "You know what? Forget it."

But he didn't step away. If anything, he moved a little closer. The small elevator suddenly felt even smaller.

"You always do this." He said, quieter now, but still tense. "You say something that gets under my skin, then you act like I'm crazy for reacting."

"And you always think you're right." You shot back. "God, that drove me insane."

"Yeah?" He said, tilting his head slightly. "Funny. You didn't seem to mind it when we were together. You remember that, right?" He continued, his voice dropping slightly. "We actually liked each other once."

You glared at him. "Don't start."

"I'm just saying." He shrugged.

"You're being annoying."

"You're being defensive."

You shoved his shoulder. "Maybe because you won't stop talking."

His hand caught your wrist before you could pull back. The sudden contact made both of you freeze, but neither of you moved.

His fingers were warm around your wrist, his grip firm, but not tight. His eyes dropped briefly to where he was holding you before lifting back to your face.

The anger between you didn't disappear, but you could tell something else slipped into the space alongside it.

"You still do that." He muttered.

You frowned slightly. "Do what?"

"Get mad when you don't know what to say."

You looked into his eyes. "I know exactly what to say."

"Yeah?" He said quietly. “So say it.” 

Your heart was pounding now, and you hated how aware you suddenly were of how close he was. His thumb brushed slightly against your wrist without him seeming to notice.

"You're still stubborn." He said.

"You're still irritating."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "There it is."

You narrowed your eyes. "What?"

"That look you get when you're about to argue with me for another twenty minutes, or... something else."

You tried to pull your wrist back, but his grip tightened just slightly.

"Jae—"

"Be honest." He interrupted quietly. "You really didn't feel anything when you saw me tonight?"

You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out. His eyes softened for half a second before he huffed out a quiet laugh.

"Yeah." He murmured. "That's what I thought."

Your heart was beating way too fast now.

"You're so full of yourself." You muttered, but it came out weaker than you intended.

He stepped closer, now there was barely any space between you.

"You're the one who ran." He said softly.

"I didn't run."

He smiled. "You ran."

"I walked away."

He shrugged. "Same thing."

"God, you're annoying." You said, rolling your eyes. 

"And you're still here arguing with me."

You stared at him, and he stared right back.

Your faces were inches apart now. "You gonna push me away again?" He murmured.

Your fingers curled into the front of his jacket before you could think about it, and then you pulled him down and kissed him, your frustration crashing. His hands immediately found your waist, pulling you closer like he'd been waiting for it, and you kissed him just as fiercely. 

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing harder. He rested his forehead lightly against yours, letting out a quiet laugh under his breath.

"...Yeah." He muttered.

Your voice cracked slightly. "What?"

He let out an airy laugh. "We're bad at breaking up."

And despite everything, you couldn't help the small breathless laugh that slipped out of you.

He pulled you back into a rough, desperate kiss as he slammed your back against the elevator wall. The metal was cold against your shoulders but you barely noticed, too caught up in the heat of him. He bit at your bottom lip, making you gasp. 

"You taste the same." He mumbled against your mouth, pressing his hips into yours.

You bucked against him. "You feel the same." You said breathlessly, pushing him back a little to take off his shirt, but he stopped you. 

“Baby, we’re still in public.” 

You let out a quick sigh. “When’d you get so boring?”

He chuckled as he stepped closer to you again, lips brushing yours. His fingers dug into your hips as he found the zipper of your jeans, unzipping them roughly and shoving his hand inside. 

“You’re wet already." He said, placing a kiss on your neck. 

You moaned into his mouth, head falling back as his fingers stroked you roughly. "You like that?"

"Fuck yeah..." He breathed against your neck, licking and biting at the skin there. "I missed this."

You gripped his hair, pulling his head back to look at him. "Don't make me regret it..." You warned, even as you thrust into his hand desperately.

He chuckled. "Or what?" He muttered, curling his fingers around your neck, pulling you closer. "Not gonna stop me..."

"Try me..." You said, voice clipped from his grip, but he just grinned, slowly unbuckling his belt with slowness. 

Your eyes followed his every movement as he unzipped himself, pulling out his dick, stroking it slowly.

 You undid your jeans fully, shoving them down along with your underwear. You turned around, bracing your hands on the wall.

"Fucking hell..." He groaned again, coming up behind you. He rubbed himself against you, making you shudder. "Look at you all ready for me, been so long."

"Missed me?" You teased breathlessly. He grunted in response, grabbing your hips and pulling them back against him.

"Gonna remind you what I do to that pretty pussy of yours..." He grunted. "Not gonna be gentle either..." You wanted that so bad. Wanting him inside you and ruining you all over again.

"Please..." You whimpered shamelessly. "I need it... need you..."

He chuckled. "Beg for it then." 

You bit your lip, words tumbling out of you in a rush. "Fuck me Jaemin... please fuck me. Want to feel you inside me, please."

"Listen to you, so desperate for me." He pressed against your entrance and you pushed back against him, trying to take him in, then he pushed forward roughly. 

"Oh fuck." You cried out. 

He was big and it hurt so good, stretching you in that intoxicating way he always did. He started moving immediately, hips snapping into yours without restraint.

"You like that?" He groaned. "Like taking me like this?"

"Fuck yeah." You moaned brokenly. "Harder, please."

He complied immediately, pounding into you with force. The elevator shook with each harsh thrust, both of you moaning and cursing. His hips made slapping noises against your ass as he took what he wanted from you.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna—” He groaned loudly, speeding up his thrusts as his release approached. You felt yourself tightening around him, own climax just out of reach.

"Cum for me baby, cum on me." He mumbled.

Those filthy words pushed you over the edge, crying out as your orgasm crashed over you. 

You clenched around him, milking him for everything he had. He came with a guttural whimper a moment later, spilling inside you.

He collapsed against your back, both of you breathing harshly. "Holy fuck..." He panted after a moment. You just laughed breathlessly in response.

Suddenly, the elevator started to move again. You pulled apart reluctantly, fixing your clothes quickly before the elevator dinged and opened.

"Are you coming home?" You said with a smirk as you stepped out into the night.

"I think I will." He replied with a smile. 

And with that, you walked off into the night together, ready for anything that came next.

[islesnap]

mdni

[mafiadad5]

don’t you miss me, baby?

.ᐟ ex!na jaemin x fem!reader

.ᐟ genre- smut, MDNI!, forced proximity.

.ᐟ warnings- unprotected sex, slight choking, sorta rough, creampie, arguing.

.ᐟ w/c- 2.2k

a/n- hi, my loves! It’s been a while, but mama is back. This is just something short, but I promise I have a full length fic coming soon, maybe more if y’all want another toxic fic—plz lmk! Hope you enjoy, love you all <3

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You never thought you'd see him again. 

The music in the apartment was loud enough that you could feel it in your ribs before you could really hear it. Someone had the bass turned up way too high, the floor vibrating under your shoes while people packed into every corner of the place. You hadn't even wanted to come, but your friend insisted it would be "fun" and now you were wedged between strangers laughing too loudly over a kitchen island, but when you looked up there he was.

Jaemin

Leaning back against the wall like he'd been standing there the whole time. One arm resting casually behind him, black jacket pushed up his forearms, dark hair falling messily across his forehead like he'd been running his hand through it all night. He looked almost exactly the same.

Except the moment his eyes landed on you, everything changed.

For a few seconds, neither of you moved. You just stared at each other from across the room, the distance filled with strangers who had no idea they were standing in the middle of something that had exploded months ago.

You hadn't seen him since the fight, not once, not by accident, not in passing, nothing. It had ended badly—worse than badly, honestly. The kind of argument where by the end of it, both of you were too angry and too hurt to even look at each other.

And now he was here.

Your fingers tightened around the plastic cup in your hand.

Jaemin didn't look away, his eyes stayed locked on yours, like he was trying to figure out if you were really there or if you were just another face in the crowd.

God, that expression used to drive you insane.

Nope… absolutely not.

You turned away immediately, setting your drink down harder than necessary and pushing through the crowd before your brain could talk you out of it. Someone called your name, but you didn't answer. The only thing on your mind was getting out of there before he decided to walk over and start something.

The hallway outside the apartment felt almost eerily quiet compared to the noise inside. For a second you just stood there breathing, trying to calm the weird mix of irritation and nerves under your skin.

You pressed the elevator button…once, twice.

"Come on..." You muttered under your breath.

A few seconds later, the elevator dinged softly and the doors slid open. You stepped inside, already digging your phone out of your pocket.

And then a hand slammed against the door.

The elevator beeped and reopened. You didn't even have to look up to know who it was.

He stepped inside, the space suddenly felt way smaller than it actually was. Neither of you spoke as the doors slid shut behind him.

You kept your eyes on the glowing numbers above the door, arms crossed tightly across your chest like that might somehow create a barrier between the two of you. But even without looking, you could feel him there, standing just a couple feet away. His presence was frustratingly familiar, the faint scent of his cologne, the quiet sound of his breathing.

God, this was awkward.

The elevator hummed as it started to descend.

Then he let out a quiet, humorless chuckle.

"Wow." He said, his voice filled with dry sarcasm. "Of all the places I expected to run into you tonight."

You rolled your eyes, still staring straight ahead. "Trust me, this wasn't exactly on my to-do list."

Silence again, you could practically feel him looking at you now.

Then the elevator jolted, hard. The lights flickered, the movement stopped abruptly, and the entire thing went still with a low mechanical noise.

"Fucking hell." You cursed, hitting the emergency button a little harder than necessary, explaining what happened 

A voice came through the speaker. “We’ll try to get this repaired as fast as possible, most likely in 15-20 minutes.”

Great, just great.

Jaemin let out a short laugh that sounded more irritated than amused. "You can't make this up."

You leaned your head back against the wall and closed your eyes for a second, trying to ignore the fact that the last person on earth you wanted to be trapped in a metal box with was currently standing three feet away from you.

He shifted beside you, clearly just as annoyed, a minute passed… then another. And finally he spoke. 

"You know." He said slowly. "It's kind of funny."

You opened one eye. "What?"

"That the first time we see each other after months..." He gestured vaguely at the elevator walls. "We end up stuck in here together."

You scoffed. "Yeah, hilarious."

Another pause, but then his tone changed slightly. "...You left pretty fast back there."

You frowned and turned your head toward him. "Excuse me?"

He let out a small chuckle. "You saw me and immediately bolted."

"I didn't bolt."

He shrugged. "You practically sprinted."

"I walked out."

Jaemin raised an eyebrow. "Right. Very calm and casual."

Your irritation flared up, he’s so annoying. "Maybe I didn't feel like dealing with you tonight."

"Oh, dealing with me?" He repeated, incredulous. "That's rich."

Your eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He pushed himself off the wall, standing a little straighter now.

"It means you don't get to act like I'm the problem after the way things ended."

You shook your head. "You're unbelievable."

"And you're avoiding the point."

"Oh, I'm avoiding the point?" You shot back. "Last time I checked, you were the one yelling at me like I ruined your life."

"Because you hurt me." He said immediately.

The words came out faster than he probably meant them to. You blinked, caught off guard for half a second before the defensive wall slammed right back into place.

You scoffed. "Like you didn't do the exact same thing to me."

He stared at you, something tense flickering across his face. "Maybe because you never actually admitted you were wrong."

"Oh my god." You muttered, shaking your head. "You're still doing it."

"Doing what?" He questioned. 

"Acting like you're the victim in all of this."

Jaemin scoffed under his breath. "You know what? Forget it."

But he didn't step away. If anything, he moved a little closer. The small elevator suddenly felt even smaller.

"You always do this." He said, quieter now, but still tense. "You say something that gets under my skin, then you act like I'm crazy for reacting."

"And you always think you're right." You shot back. "God, that drove me insane."

"Yeah?" He said, tilting his head slightly. "Funny. You didn't seem to mind it when we were together. You remember that, right?" He continued, his voice dropping slightly. "We actually liked each other once."

You glared at him. "Don't start."

"I'm just saying." He shrugged.

"You're being annoying."

"You're being defensive."

You shoved his shoulder. "Maybe because you won't stop talking."

His hand caught your wrist before you could pull back. The sudden contact made both of you freeze, but neither of you moved.

His fingers were warm around your wrist, his grip firm, but not tight. His eyes dropped briefly to where he was holding you before lifting back to your face.

The anger between you didn't disappear, but you could tell something else slipped into the space alongside it.

"You still do that." He muttered.

You frowned slightly. "Do what?"

"Get mad when you don't know what to say."

You looked into his eyes. "I know exactly what to say."

"Yeah?" He said quietly. “So say it.” 

Your heart was pounding now, and you hated how aware you suddenly were of how close he was. His thumb brushed slightly against your wrist without him seeming to notice.

"You're still stubborn." He said.

"You're still irritating."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "There it is."

You narrowed your eyes. "What?"

"That look you get when you're about to argue with me for another twenty minutes, or... something else."

You tried to pull your wrist back, but his grip tightened just slightly.

"Jae—"

"Be honest." He interrupted quietly. "You really didn't feel anything when you saw me tonight?"

You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out. His eyes softened for half a second before he huffed out a quiet laugh.

"Yeah." He murmured. "That's what I thought."

Your heart was beating way too fast now.

"You're so full of yourself." You muttered, but it came out weaker than you intended.

He stepped closer, now there was barely any space between you.

"You're the one who ran." He said softly.

"I didn't run."

He smiled. "You ran."

"I walked away."

He shrugged. "Same thing."

"God, you're annoying." You said, rolling your eyes. 

"And you're still here arguing with me."

You stared at him, and he stared right back.

Your faces were inches apart now. "You gonna push me away again?" He murmured.

Your fingers curled into the front of his jacket before you could think about it, and then you pulled him down and kissed him, your frustration crashing. His hands immediately found your waist, pulling you closer like he'd been waiting for it, and you kissed him just as fiercely. 

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing harder. He rested his forehead lightly against yours, letting out a quiet laugh under his breath.

"...Yeah." He muttered.

Your voice cracked slightly. "What?"

He let out an airy laugh. "We're bad at breaking up."

And despite everything, you couldn't help the small breathless laugh that slipped out of you.

He pulled you back into a rough, desperate kiss as he slammed your back against the elevator wall. The metal was cold against your shoulders but you barely noticed, too caught up in the heat of him. He bit at your bottom lip, making you gasp. 

"You taste the same." He mumbled against your mouth, pressing his hips into yours.

You bucked against him. "You feel the same." You said breathlessly, pushing him back a little to take off his shirt, but he stopped you. 

“Baby, we’re still in public.” 

You let out a quick sigh. “When’d you get so boring?”

He chuckled as he stepped closer to you again, lips brushing yours. His fingers dug into your hips as he found the zipper of your jeans, unzipping them roughly and shoving his hand inside. 

“You’re wet already." He said, placing a kiss on your neck. 

You moaned into his mouth, head falling back as his fingers stroked you roughly. "You like that?"

"Fuck yeah..." He breathed against your neck, licking and biting at the skin there. "I missed this."

You gripped his hair, pulling his head back to look at him. "Don't make me regret it..." You warned, even as you thrust into his hand desperately.

He chuckled. "Or what?" He muttered, curling his fingers around your neck, pulling you closer. "Not gonna stop me..."

"Try me..." You said, voice clipped from his grip, but he just grinned, slowly unbuckling his belt with slowness. 

Your eyes followed his every movement as he unzipped himself, pulling out his dick, stroking it slowly.

 You undid your jeans fully, shoving them down along with your underwear. You turned around, bracing your hands on the wall.

"Fucking hell..." He groaned again, coming up behind you. He rubbed himself against you, making you shudder. "Look at you all ready for me, been so long."

"Missed me?" You teased breathlessly. He grunted in response, grabbing your hips and pulling them back against him.

"Gonna remind you what I do to that pretty pussy of yours..." He grunted. "Not gonna be gentle either..." You wanted that so bad. Wanting him inside you and ruining you all over again.

"Please..." You whimpered shamelessly. "I need it... need you..."

He chuckled. "Beg for it then." 

You bit your lip, words tumbling out of you in a rush. "Fuck me Jaemin... please fuck me. Want to feel you inside me, please."

"Listen to you, so desperate for me." He pressed against your entrance and you pushed back against him, trying to take him in, then he pushed forward roughly. 

"Oh fuck." You cried out. 

He was big and it hurt so good, stretching you in that intoxicating way he always did. He started moving immediately, hips snapping into yours without restraint.

"You like that?" He groaned. "Like taking me like this?"

"Fuck yeah." You moaned brokenly. "Harder, please."

He complied immediately, pounding into you with force. The elevator shook with each harsh thrust, both of you moaning and cursing. His hips made slapping noises against your ass as he took what he wanted from you.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna—” He groaned loudly, speeding up his thrusts as his release approached. You felt yourself tightening around him, own climax just out of reach.

"Cum for me baby, cum on me." He mumbled.

Those filthy words pushed you over the edge, crying out as your orgasm crashed over you. 

You clenched around him, milking him for everything he had. He came with a guttural whimper a moment later, spilling inside you.

He collapsed against your back, both of you breathing harshly. "Holy fuck..." He panted after a moment. You just laughed breathlessly in response.

Suddenly, the elevator started to move again. You pulled apart reluctantly, fixing your clothes quickly before the elevator dinged and opened.

"Are you coming home?" You said with a smirk as you stepped out into the night.

"I think I will." He replied with a smile. 

And with that, you walked off into the night together, ready for anything that came next.