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℘ — est. soul (소울) x reader x jongseob (종섭) ▸ ⌜ 6.7k ⌟
synopsis ▸ your new boyfriends are nothing but sweet to you, but that’s the crux of your problem. they’re too sweet. it's nothing a little misbehaving can’t fix, though you may or may not regret it when valentine's night comes around.
δ — nsfw (mdni), smut, meandom!soulseob, light bondage, face-fucking, degradation, orgasm denial, edging, m/m if you squint, unprotected sex, aftercare
requested ▸ @kisseobies (the legend herself)!
an — happy valentine’s day! spending my night with jiung tn <3 also, requests are now open!
MASTERLIST
The thought had dug itself into your mind and refused to let go ever since that night when Soul had wrapped his arm around your neck and snapped into your ear to ‘be quiet’ before he went on to completely ruin you in the bathroom of some restaurant you can’t even remember the name of anymore.
All you remember from that night is that rush that those words had sent through you coupled with that strength of his that had you completely under his mercy. Ever since, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. That dark edge to his voice that left as quick as it came, that threat at his fingertips as he’d manhandled your back against the wall before he’d lifted you up and taken you.
Because Soul was nothing if not sweet to you. Jongseob was even sweeter.
And you loved it. Really, you couldn’t ask for better partners— ones who know so well how to take care of you in every way so early into your relationship.
But you can’t help but crave for that heat again, the kind that makes your gut coil in fear and your nerves thrum with suspense.
You wonder if maybe you can bring it out of them. So what’s the logical way to go about this— communicate with them? No, that would be boring.
The right way would be to be totally immature. Complain that your milk’s too cold (Soul just offers to heat it up), complain that they’re spending too much time gaming instead of spending time with you (Jongseob buys you whatever game they’re playing so you can join them), start huffing at odd hours of the day that you’re horny and they’re not doing anything about it (they drop everything to tend to you), start huffing at odd hours of the day that they’re not showering you with affection (same result).
It doesn’t matter what you demand, they’ll find a way to fix it for you. So you figure you need to up your game.
The opportunity presents itself to you in the form of Intak at your dinner party one weekend.
You know it's a risky little game, sauntering up to Intak and sidling into his space a little too close, but the consequences may just be worth it.
You make sure you’re in perfect view of where Jongseob is chatting with Jiung and a few colleagues from the company as you pull up behind Intak where he’s hovering by the snack table. “Can I interest you in a drink?” You ask into his ear.
He startles as he whips around, round eyes wide, pretzel hanging off between his lips. “Hmph?”
You chuckle fondly, taking the pretzel from him and popping it into your mouth. “Red or white?”
Intak’s eyes fall to your lips, a light blush dusting along his cheekbones as he swallows around nothing. “O-Oh! Uh… White?”
It’s not just Intak’s gaze that you feel drilling into the back of your head as you pull him into the open kitchen by his wrist; there’s two other pairs piercing into you from the living room.
As you pour him a glass, you see Intak looking over his shoulder every few seconds. “How are things going with Jongseob and Shota?” He asks, looking just a little on edge.
“Great!” You chirp, taking a step closer to him to hand him his glass. “Why do you ask?”
Intak presses back into the counter as you hover into his space, looking over your shoulder. “Just curious,” he says quickly then shoots you a forced smile. “They talk about you all the time you know. Sounds like you guys are, uh…” He falters when you tilt your head and let your eyes fall to his lips. “Doing… good?”
Your lips pull into a smile as you lift your eyes back up at his, watching him through your lashes. “We are,” you hum, lifting your hand to tap your fingernail against the rim of his wine glass. “I just wonder sometimes, you know?”
You smile wider when you see Intak visibly swallow, leaning in a little like he’s pulled to you by your voice alone. “About—”
You’d felt his presence before you heard his rough, deceptively gentle voice.
“About what?”
A hand, warm and large, presses against the small of your back before you feel the heat of Soul’s body leaning in behind you.
Intak jolts back, the wine sloshing dangerously close to spilling as he stumbles out of this little bubble of danger you’d orchestrated. He slides out, laughing nervously as he reaches over and slaps Soul’s arm playfully. “I was just gonna ask the same thing,” he says frantically, walking backwards and nearly barreling into the fridge. “Good thing you got here! Ask her yourself!”
Then he’s gone and Jongseob steps inside the kitchen in his place, hands in his pockets and looking at you with an illusive calm. You’re left feeling strangely like you just trapped yourself in a wolf's den.
“Wine?” You offer Jongseob with an innocent smile.
Soul’s hand slides down to your hip and your heart jumps in excitement at the possessive grip he holds you with. “What was that?”
You shiver at his breath brushing against the shell of your ear. Play dumb.
“What was what?”
Jongseob is in front of you in the blink of an eye, looking down at you with a hard stare that has you backing up but that only pushes you further into Soul’s hold. Your breath catches in your throat when Jongseob leans in, stopping just before his nose bumps against your forehead.
“Count yourself lucky that there’s people around right now.”
Then they’re both gone, and you’re left cold and thrumming with anticipation. That anticipation lingers under your skin throughout the dinner as you try to play sweet and stay by their sides. They’re as pleasant as ever with you, but there’s a calculated heat to their gazes and their lingering touches.
It keeps you on your toes as you work with them in a practiced ease to clean up once everyone has left, but you start to think you’re the only one that notices the static in the air. They’re nothing but normal as they work around you and chat, like nothing’s amiss, but you think maybe that’s part of their game.
Until you come out to the living room to see them shouldering on their jackets and toeing into their shoes.
“You’re leaving?” You ask, not doing anything to hide the disappointment in your voice.
Jongseob looks over at you and smiles warmly, gesturing you over. “We have work early tomorrow,” he says, pulling you in by the waist as you close in.
“I thought you were staying over,” you all but whine and Jongseob kisses away the pout on your lips.
“Another time, okay?”
Your pout persists even when Soul turns you around and pulls you into his chest. “Thank you for hosting,” he says sweetly then presses a kiss to your cheek. “We’ll bring takeout tomorrow. Whatever you want.”
Your interest perks. “And boba?”
“And boba,” he giggles.
Every other concern blurs away when he kisses you.
And honestly, you forget altogether about your little schemes for the next few days. Things are peaceful as ever with them; you spend the mornings on call with them as they get ready for work then spend the evenings over games and takeout and bad movies.
At least until Valentine’s Day rolls around. The date they planned for you is more than just nice even if it's simple. They’d rented out a private room at a fancy restaurant with a window overlooking the city and you’d gotten your fill of everything you wanted from the menu (and more, thanks to Soul). Then you’d gone down by the Han river to walk it all off with ice cream.
But as soon as you get into the car to drive to their place for the night, the air shifts into something you can’t pin down.
The ride starts quiet and drowsy from all the food and excitement. You sit in the backseat with Jongseob, your weight resting against his side. Jongseob’s hand is light on your thigh as his thumb rubs mindless circles against the exposed skin while your eyes track the movements of Soul’s hands on the wheel.
Like it always does whenever you’re reminded of the strength under those veiny hands, your mind drifts off to the dirty corners of your imagination. That night in the restaurant flashes through your eyes again— the way Soul had roughly handled you— and you’re reminded of the pure strength under his harmless exterior.
Your thighs press closed at the slow thrum of want that builds between your hips and Jongseob’s fingers dig into your flesh at the movement.
“What’s wrong, pretty?” His voice comes deep and raspy above your ear.
You shift in your seat when Soul’s eyes meet yours through the rearview mirror. “Are we close?”
Soul laughs, a sound that does nothing to ease the heat slowly growing under your skin. “Ten minutes.”
That sounds like too long. If it wouldn’t get you killed, you’d jump his bones right then. “Then drive faster,” you huff, snappier than you’d intended but you’re a little too needy to care.
You gasp when the fingers in your thigh dig in sharper. When you look up at Jongseob, he’s already looking back at you with a heavy gaze.
“There it is again,” he mumbles under his breath and you lift your head off his shoulder.
“What?”
“That attitude.”
You feel a pit form in your stomach, of dread and of that excitement at the prospect of something dangerous.
“I don’t know what you mean…”
“I think you do,” he tells you, the corner of his lips lifting. “You’ve been acting up for a while now. Don’t think we haven’t forgotten about that little stunt you pulled with Intak.”
You swallow, feeling your body go rigid under the weight of his heavy gaze. The tone of his voice… it’s not something you’ve heard from him before. And all it’s doing is making that pressure between your hips grow more persistent.
You try to look away from him but his hand is on your chin, yanking your eyes back on him. He grins at you, slow and sly, when he sees the way your pupils are already blown wide, the way your cheeks are already flushed red, and the way you’re already squirming in your seat.
“Is this why?” He asks you quietly, his breath brushing over your lips.
His thumb brushes down to the side of your neck, pressing in and you whimper at the pressure. If nothing else, your pulse surely gives you away.
A scoff leaves his lips in something like a laugh. “You were right Shota.”
“I told you,” Soul pipes in from the front. “You should’ve seen her that night. She got all empty headed and cute.”
Those words are the nail in the coffin for your restraint. Your hand wraps around Jongseob’s wrist as you grind your hips down into the seat, searching for some sort of relief. “Seobie, please.”
He clicks his tongue and lifts your leg over his lap to keep you from chasing any form of pressure. “Not yet. Wait until we’re home.”
But you can’t. You need something, and you need it now.
Your hands dig into his shirt as you pull him in, pressing your lips to his with a desperation that feels like it’s taking control of your every limb.
“Want you,” you whine into his lips. When he makes no move to reciprocate, you pull back with a huff. “Seobie, please, I just need—“
His hand moves back up to your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks to cut your words off. “I said,” he snaps, and you still under the venom in his voice. “Not. Yet. Or are you too dumb already from being so horny that you can’t understand that?”
Your eyes snap wide open at his demeaning words, how so unlike him they are. And yet, you only want to make it worse.
“Haven’t you kept me waiting enough?” You mumble under his grip.
The smile that curls on his lips is downright terrifying. “I see how it is. You just made what we’re about to do to you a lot easier.”
Your mind churns through what that could possibly mean. “What—“
“We’re here,” Soul cuts in and only then do you realize that the car has stopped moving.
Jongseob lets go of you and unbuckles you as Soul gets out to open your door for you. You’re practically manhandled into their complex and all that does is make the anticipation in you burrow deeper.
The elevator ride up is torturous. There’s another man in there so as much as you want to climb onto Soul, you can’t. He keeps a tight grip on your arm to keep you still, knowing your habits.
But as soon as you step into their apartment and the door shuts closed, you turn to Soul and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a searing kiss.
Soul makes a surprised noise, his hands going to your hips but he doesn’t pull back. He gives into your kiss for a short moment before there’s a hand wrapping around the back of your neck and pulling you back.
“You really don’t know how to listen, do you?” Jongseob seethes into your ear.
“Who says I have to?” You breathe, very aware of the very real threat simmering behind his words, but very wanting of whatever consequences might come from disobeying.
Soul presses into your other ear, teeth tugging at your lobe with a quiet chuckle as his hands grip tighter on your hips. “It’s fine, Seob. Plenty of time to teach her now.”
And somehow, the threat sounds scarier coming from Soul.
“Hm. I suggest you start listening now,” Jongseob whispers.
You shudder at the brush of his hand as it works the zipper of your dress down and Soul pushes it down down your body, letting it pool at your ankles and leaving you in the crimson two-piece set you’d picked out specially for tonight. You preen at the way both of their breaths catch, at the feeling of their eyes raking over you and taking in the way the lace hugs you.
“Fuck,” Jongseob whispers as his hands slide up to cup your breasts over the bra.
Soul sounds just as ruined as his hands slip down to your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he presses his hardening erection against your hip. “You’re so pretty,” he breathes, before closing the distance and swallowing your gasp in a deep kiss.
He bullies his tongue past your lips almost immediately and you welcome him in with a whine, pushing your body against his.
Jongseob’s lips trail fire down your neck and shoulder as he presses himself against your back. He keeps one hand kneading your chest harshly, the other sliding down to press against the wet heat between your hips. Your moan gets swallowed by eager lips as Jongseob’s fingers rub over your clothed clit.
You grind your hips down to chase the friction of his hand that has you growing wetter and needier by the second.
“So fucking wet already,” he groans into your ear before you feel the hard press of his boner against the small of your back.
His hand comes to your chin to pull you from Soul’s kiss, his lips sealing over yours as soon as you’re free.
Soul’s lips attach to your neck as he leaves biting kisses down your neck. “Seob,” his voice rasps with restraint but he makes no move to pull away from you.
Jongseob forces himself from your lips, tugging your lip between his teeth as he goes. He chuckles at your whine as he pulls his hands away from you.
“Not yet baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to your ear.
Then he steps back from you completely and before you can question where he’s leaving to, Soul is pulling you into another heated kiss. All your questions melt away as he licks into your mouth and uses his hands on your ass to grind your cunt down onto his thigh.
You don’t know how long you stand there, rutting against his leg like a bitch in heat and pushing yourself closer to orgasm, before you’re pulled away from Soul.
You don’t get the chance to gather your wits before you’re lifted off your feet and being carried into Jongseob’s room.
“Seob, what the hell!” You whine, wriggling in his hold.
“Stop squirming,” he scolds you, tightening his grip around you.
You go still as he steps into the room, not under his command, but at the sight of the lit candles and rose petals scattered artfully around. The scent of rose and lilac hits your nose as your back hits soft sheets.
“You did all this for me?” You ask once you’ve had your fill of looking around, grinning up at Jongseob.
Jongseob actually looks a little flustered as he glances around before looking down at you. “Sho’s idea.”
Soul smacks the back of his head as he passes him and moves onto the bed. “It was his idea but he’s embarrassed,” he corrects, climbing over you to crowd into your other side.
You giggle at the glare Jongseob sends Soul’s way. “Oh come on, it’s cute,” you insist, pulling him down by his shirt.
“It’s cliché,” Jongseob grumbles but he gives into your pull, settling down on your side.
You smile at the grouchy look on his face, taking him by the chin and pulling him in. “Well, I love it,” you say softly before pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss.
He melts into the kiss and into you, his hands winding around your waist.
You’re so caught up in the warmth of the kiss that you don’t even realize your wrists have been captured. You snap into realization when you hear, and feel, something click around your wrist.
You pull from the kiss, blinking in confusion and looking up to see Soul securing your wrist to the bedpost with—
“Are those handcuffs?”
Soul looks down at you and smiles at the shock on your face, fiddling with the other fur lined cuff. “Yeah.” He takes your other wrist, rubbing his thumb along your wrist and pressing into the pulse point. “With the way you’ve been acting, we thought you could learn a little about restraint.”
Your eyes widen in realization. You swallow, feeling the heat between your legs start rushing back to you at an alarming rate.
Jongseob noses against your jaw, pressing a kiss on your chin. “Be a good girl for us and we’ll give you whatever you want.”
“And if you don’t,” Soul adds, leaning down to peck your lips softly, “You don’t get anything. Got it?”
You breathe sharply in, pressing your legs together to quell some of the heat. As much as the threat should scare you into submission, it only makes you want to learn just what their limits are. “Got it,” you agree quietly, then watch as Soul secured your other wrist with the cuff.
You tug your wrists to test the strength. It’s sturdy, but the fur keeps it from digging too hard into your skin. There’s not much movement that they allow though.
“Safeword?” Jongseob asks you, running his palm down your stomach in a soothing gesture.
You settle under the touch, arching into it. “Silver.”
“And?”
“Three knocks.”
He smiles at you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Good girl.”
You bristle when you feel something wrap around your thigh and lift your head to see Soul wrapping yet another contraption around you.
“What the hell is that?” You ask alarmed, squirming as he secures a leather strap around your thigh.
He grabs onto your leg to keep it still then shoots you a hard look that has you wilting immediately. “Stay still.”
The strap is attached to a long metal bar that has another leather belt on the other hand that Jongseob takes hold of to wrap around your other thigh.
“Spreader bar,” he explains, watching you closely to gauge your reactions. “Like this, you’ll be completely at our mercy.”
You try to move your legs once the bar is secured; you can only move them up and down, giving you no space to close your legs or pull them apart.
Soul grabs the bar and pushes it down, folding your legs practically to your chest and leaving you completely open and vulnerable.
“All that mouthing off you’ve been doing,” Jongseob starts, letting his hand fall between your legs to rub his thumb down the line of your pussy, pressing hard into the wet spot over your entrance. “You did it to get us here, didn’t you?”
You’re squirming already under the touch, but Soul holds your legs firmly down by his grip on the bar.
“Answer him,” Soul orders when you take too long, his other hand tugging at the garter around your thigh to let it snap against your skin.
“Fuck,” you hiss at the sting, before you nod. “Y-Yeah… Yes, I did.”
“So,” Jongseob starts, harshly grabbing your chin to bring your eyes up to him. “I don’t wanna hear you complaining about anything. Got it?”
You huff, averting your eyes. “It’s Valentine’s Day, shouldn’t I get to call the shots?” You grumble under your breath.
His eyes sharpen, fingers digging harder into your skin. “Do you wanna be gagged too?”
Your eyes widen, and you quickly shake your head. You don’t think you want to handle being all that restrained all at once.
“Good,” he hums, releasing his grip on you. He instead starts to undo his jeans, shifting to kneel beside your head. “We have better use for your mouth anyways, don’t we?”
Your mouth practically waters on instinct as he frees himself, already at half mast and leaking. You let your mouth fall open immediately as an invitation.
He chuckles over you, pressing his tip against your lower lip and smearing the moisture there. You try to chase him, wrap your lips around him, but grabs you by the hair with his free hand and pulls you back.
“Is that all it takes? You’re real cock hungry, aren’t you?” He taunts, ignoring the wince of pain you let out as his hand tightens in your hair.
You consider mouthing off again, and Jongseob sees it in the way your eyes twitch. But when you opt to stay silent, he smiles.
“Good, you’re learning,” he coos condescendingly before he feeds you his cock.
You nearly moan at the familiar taste of his velvety length on your tongue, eager as you push yourself forward to take him to the back of your throat.
But you get interrupted with a moan when you feel eager fingers prod at your sodden panties before slipping under and dragging through your folds.
You try to look over at Soul but Jongseob pulls you by the hair to keep your eyes on him.
You let out a sharp moan around Jongseob when two fingers shove their way inside of you with no preparation, the pain sharp enough to make your legs jolt to close but Soul shoves them right back down by the bar.
You feel Jongseob harden in your mouth as you continue to whine around him from the feeling of Soul starting to fuck his fingers into you at a brutal pace right off the bat, the stinging pain leaving you squirming away but burning for more.
At the same time, Jongseob starts to thrust into your mouth, fucking himself into the wet heat with no consideration for your breath or your gag reflex.
You take it all, because you really have no other choice. And they’re relentless as they take advantage of your state, your body thrumming with heat and electricity as it’s used to their wishes.
Your eyes are starting to blur with tears as you fight to keep them open and on Jongseob’s blissed out face, his head tilted back as he chases his pleasure.
You’re barreled right to the edge of your orgasm when Soul starts to rub his thumb over your clit in quick circles, but as soon as you’re about to tip off, his hands are gone from you completely and Jongseob pulls out of your mouth.
You gasp for breath, coughing a little as your body trembles from your high being ripped away from you right at the precipice.
“You didn’t think we’d let you come that easily did you?” Soul giggles at the pained look on your face, teasingly patting your clit just to see you squirm.
“C’mon, I was so close,” you argue, trying to buck up into his hand but he pulls away. “I’m doing what you told me to do!”
Soul tsk’s as he starts to shed his layers of clothing. “You’re still talking too much, so you’re not.”
But you’re not listening anymore because his abs are looking you right in the eye and you’re struck with the ridiculous needs to lick him like chocolate.
You almost don’t hear Jongseob’s scolding “pathetic” as he shifts down, brought back to your senses when his warm lips latch onto your nipple.
You sigh at the warmth that spreads through your chest, arching to press further into his mouth as he swirls his tongue around the stiffening bud and sucks, his hand moving to your other tit.
Soul leans over to press a quick kiss to your other nipple as Jongseob kneads the soft mound. “It’s cute that you’re trying to be all bratty,” he says, looking you in the eye as he lets his tongue flick at the soft peak. “But it doesn’t take much to make you go all dumb does it?”
The words fill your head with a humiliated thrill, and before you can try and retaliate, Soul takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks hard enough to make you moan at the sharp pleasure.
You feel a little drunk as they both lap at your tits, sucking and humming like it’s a meal they can’t miss, and your nipples are sensitive enough to make your pussy throb from the feeling.
Your hips grind up into nothing as you squirm under their ministrations, mewling from pleasure. It only gets worse when one of their hands, you don’t know whose, slips into your panties and starts to rub at your clit again.
It doesn’t take long for you to reach that peak again, but like before, they stop right before you can come.
You nearly sob as they pull away again, glaring up at Soul’s grinning face when your vision clears.
“You can’t come,” he tells you, pushing the bar between your legs back down when he notices your legs have strayed. “Not until we do.”
You don’t notice Jongseob slipping between your legs until you feel the hard press of his length slip under the fabric of your panties and slide between the wet mess of your folds.
“Fuck!” You keen when you feel the head of his cock prod harshly against your sensitive clit. “I-I’m not gonna last that long!”
“That’s not our fucking problem is it?” Jongseob mutters as he starts to fuck into the space between your panties and your twitching cunt, groaning at the how slick you already are. “So fucking wet already.”
You whine at every brush of his twitching tip over your clit, trying to grind your hips up in search for more friction but Jongseob grabs ahold of the bar and keeps you pushed down. All you can do is just lay there as he grinds his cock against you and chases his own pleasure, leaving you with stuttered stimulation that only frustrates you.
You turn your eyes up to Soul in a quiet plea, but he’s too focused on watching the way your breasts move with each shift of your body, stroking himself to the sight of you.
“Sho,” you whisper, nearly gasping when his eyes snap up to yours, all wide and blown with desire.
“So pretty,” he breathes like he’s in a trance before cupping your breast in one hand, squeezing it as he brings the head of his cock to circle around your nipple, spreading his precum around the area.
You whine at the filthy sight of Soul grinding himself against your chest, your eyes and your mind hazing over as Jongseob continues to chase his pleasure against your slick cunt.
His thrusts are starting to stutter though and he’s starting to nudge his tip against your entrance with every pass, teasing you and making you think he’s going to finally slip into you, but he diverts at the last second.
“Seobie,” you whine, your cunt fluttering around nothing.
Soul clicks his tongue before shoving his fingers into your mouth, promptly shutting you up.
Jongseob curses, sliding himself back down and nudging against the enticing heat of your entrance again. “Want me?” He asks you, pupils blown in a similar state of ruin to Soul’s as he looks up at you.
You whimper around Soul’s fingers and nod, and Jongseob doesn’t leave you waiting, mostly because he can’t keep himself waiting, so he readjusts and sinks into you in one quick slide.
He groans as he settles all the way to the hilt, rolling his hips to push all the way in. You swallow him in eagerly, sighing at the feeling of finally being stretched and filled to the brim.
The pace he picks up soon after is frantic as he chases his high, effectively pushing you closer to your orgasm with each rough snap of his hips. His knuckles go white where they’re gripping the metal bar and keeping you folded down as he makes quick work of you.
“So fucking tight,” he grunts as he watches the way you swallow him in, watches the milky ring of your mixed arousals form where you’re both connected. “Just made to take me weren’t you?”
You whine around Soul’s fingers, trying your best to roll up and meet his thrusts but there’s really no space for movement. “Mm— F’r you!”
Jongseob groans at that, pausing to readjust and lean on his elbow beside your head, the metal bar pressing against his chest, before he fires up again with hard, rough thrusts that has him brushing against your sweet spot head on.
“Gonna cum,” he mutters through grit teeth, watching the way your face shifts and eyes roll back at the onslaught of burning pleasure.
He plows into you relentlessly, driving you right towards that edge again, before he stutters and shoves himself all the way in. He stills as he paints the depths of your walls with his release with a guttural groan.
You really do sob this time as the cease of friction once again rips your orgasm away from you. But Jongseob doesn’t seem to care, just rolls himself in deeper to push his cum all the way in.
He sits himself up to watch as his cum leaks out of you when he pulls out, only to gather it with his fingers to push it back into your fluttering cunt.
“Keep it,” he mutters breathily, dazed at the sight of your pretty cunt leaking his seed.
But he doesn’t get to relish in the sight much longer because Soul is elbowing his way in, pushing Jongseob aside so he can have his fill of you.
You barely get a chance to gather your wits before you feel Soul’s thick cock push it’s way into you, the abundance of both your and Jongseob’s arousals squelching lewdly as he starts to fuck into you at a quick pace.
You’re already overridden and sensitive with sensation despite not having come yet, whining at the way he stretches you out with each eager thrust.
Soul’s hands immediately find their way to your chest, gripping down on your tits as he pistons into your twitching, sensitive body.
“So good for us,” he breathes over you, dark eyes drinking in the fucked out sight of you.
You whimper, finding reprieve in the praise, but you were foolish to think that would last.
“Such a good little slut, aren’t you?” He grunts, fucking into you even harder when he sees the fresh tears brimming in your eyes. “Letting us tie you up and— fuck— use you as we want? You’d let us just keep you like this wouldn’t you?”
When you don’t answer, mostly because you’re too overwhelmed to, he raises one hand to grab your chin and force your eyes to focus on him.
“Answer me.”
You cry out at a particularly harsh thrust, one that punches right into your g spot.
“Yes!” You sob, body trembling as his pace picks back up into that unforgiving, relentless one. “Yes, ‘m you’re slut— just a toy, please, use me— ‘m all yours!”
You have no idea what you’re ever saying anymore, every string of thought rearranged and tangled through your fucked out haze. Your body thrashes uncontrollably under his, wrists tugging against the cuffs holding them hostage.
And it only makes Soul more manic as he leans down and crashes his lips into yours, mostly teeth and tongue as he practically punches his next few thrusts into you before he goes rigid and cums with a choked groan against your lips.
You feel his warm release shoot into you, pooling in with whatever Jongseob had left behind and leaving you feeling absolutely full.
But it doesn’t feel like enough.
Soul lifts up to watch the ring of cum form around his cock where he’s still buried in you. He pulls out slowly, groaning softly at just how much you start to gush with nothing in the way.
It’s quiet as all he does is stare. Even Jongseob, who’d resigned himself to the side, is entranced by just how much you’re dripping.
But the sob that wracks your body from the depths of your chest has them scrambling in action. Jongseob immediately darts to your side, hand cradling your cheek gently as he kisses away your tears. Soul works the spreader bar off of you, his hands kneading and soothing away the dull ache the leather left behind.
“We got you, baby,” Jongseob murmurs as he pecks your lips, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. “You okay?”
You sniffle, weakly tugging against the cuffs. “Wanna touch you,” you plead in a small voice, because as much as you want to come, you want to touch them, feel them, hold them as you do.
Soul immediately rushes to undo the cuffs, and when your hands are free, he gathers them in his and presses light kisses to the sore joints.
“Do they hurt?” Soul asks, all of the dark desire gone and given way to concern. He presses into your side, placing your hands down to your chest but keeping a loose grip around one. “Was that too much?”
You shake your head slightly, mind still buzzing with the need for completion.
Jongseob senses it, nuzzling into your jaw as his hand slides warmly down your stomach, slipping between your legs. “You did so good for us,” he murmurs sweetly, slowly pushing two fingers into your still aching walls. “You can come now, ‘kay?”
You sigh in relief as his fingers start to slowly pump into you with intent.
Soul nuzzles into your neck, planting a kiss to your sweaty skin as he joins Jongseob, circling two fingers around your pulsing clit.
They work in tandem to ease your body down from tension and nerves into boneless pleasure, pulling soft whines and moans from your lips. Their lips are present and warm as they leave kisses and whisper praises against whatever skin they can reach.
Your hands, finally free, hold onto their arms, feeling the heat of them and the shift of their muscles as they work you steadily to your high.
The coil in your guy tightens, your body starting to go rigid as you're pushed towards your high, and this time there’s no pulling away from it.
“Close,” you gasp, your legs clamping down around their hands, and there’s nothing in the way to stop you.
“Come for us,” Soul whispers into your ear, voice soft and silky as it pushes you right over.
Jongseob crooks his fingers against that sweet spot in you just as you come, coaxing your orgasm out of you as you gush around his fingers while Soul’s fingers keep working your clit.
It’s not intense, it’s not mind-blowing; but it’s warm and it’s safe and it’s all encompassing as you come, held so delicately between the both of them as they praise you and lull you through your high.
You’re not sure when the kiss had started, or when your consciousness had dipped for a moment, but it’s a tangle of lips and soft tongues as they languidly kiss you together, fingers still buried in you but unmoving like just another point of connection to you. Soul’s hand is on your chest but not intruding, just holding you as he pushes further into your and Jongseob’s mouths.
Soul is the first to move away and Jongseob takes the free reign to press deeper into the kiss, coaxing a soft moan from your lips as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you.
It’s a delicate moment— until Jongseob yelps and pulls back from the kiss, and you learn why when you look up to see that Soul had taken Jongseob’s hand and latched his mouth onto his fingers to suck the slick off of them.
Soul’s eyes glint mischievously at Jongseob’s weak glare as he smiles around his fingers, only pushing them deeper into his mouth.
“Shota,” Jongseob says in a warning tone, and Soul finally pops off his fingers.
“Tastes good,” he answers simply with a shrug. Then he shuffles off the bed and disappears into the bathroom.
You huff a quiet laugh when Jongseob drops his head on your chest with a muttered, “Freak.”
“As if you’re any better,” you point out, finally mustering enough sense to string together a proper sentence.
Jongseob lifts his head to look at you with a raised brow. “You can’t talk, Miss I Want My Boyfriends To Dominate Me But Can’t Grow The Balls To Ask Them.”
You yelp when he pinches your hip, shoving at his chest. “Well where’s the fun in that?”
“So flirting with our best friend is fun then?”
You turn your head to look at Soul as he climbs back on the bed with a damp towel, a little pouty as he recalls that night with Intak.
You groan, dropping your head back. “That wasn’t even flirting! I was just— ah!”
You hiss when Soul swipes the towel between your legs, still sensitive from the assault your poor cunt just went though.
Soul apologizes, making quick work of cleaning you up before tossing the towel to Jongseob to clean himself.
“Whatever it was, don’t do it again,” Soul tells you firmly before laying back down beside you.
You watch the pout on his lips with a smile. “Aw, didn’t take you for the possessive type. I expected Jongseob, but not you.”
“He’s worse,” Jongseob says as he plasters himself against your side, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in.
Soul follows your body, wrapping around you from his side before he pulls the blanket over you. “No, he’s definitely worse.”
You snicker, settling into all the warmth. “It doesn’t matter who’s worse. I’m only yours anyway.”
There’s a comfortable silence, thoughtful, before Jongseob pipes up quietly. “Seriously, that wasn’t too much was it?”
You turn your head to face him and the reluctance in his gaze. “Not at all.” You press a kiss to his nose, smiling when it scrunches in response. “It’s just what I wanted.”
“Does that mean our first Valentine’s was a success?” Soul asks from your other side and you laugh, warm from the dull throbbing between your legs and the fuzzy feeling in your chest that feels strangely at home.
You turn to Soul, bumping your nose against his as you answer him with a resounding yes.
➻ pairing | idol!jongseob x trainee!reader
➻ synopsis | after years of being a trainee with no debut in sight, you’re just not sure anymore if you have what it takes . jongseob is determined to convince you otherwise.
➻ requested | yes, ty anon for requesting!
➻ note || a simple comfort fic for seobie. still trying to get a hold of writing him so apologies if he’s a little ooc <3 also i hope you like corn bc the ending is corny as fuck but i think its kinda cute so whatever also idk the intimate details of the kpop industry so dont hold me to that
It’s been a handful of years now that you've been training under FNC and it’s becoming apparent to you that this is going nowhere.
When you were casted, everyone called you a prodigy. A rare find, a multifaceted ace who could sing, dance, write, produce, and compose like no other. It was promised to you from the very beginning that it won’t be long until you debut. And you get so close, until someone else, someone who is somehow apparently just a little better than you, steps in and takes that spot.
But how could they take your spot when you’re a gem so hard to come by, according to their own words? It’s a simple answer really. You know yourself well enough to know you’re pretty enough, but you don’t meet the crazy visual standards that the industry still banks on for girl groups. It also doesn’t help that you’re more socially awkward than your peers. And to top it off, you’re the only one who isn't afraid to bite back at your superiors when they go a comment too far or take advantage of their seniority (you’re secure enough in your talents to know they wouldn’t drop you for something so trivial).
You’re just tired of the lies and the loose promises of your dreams being within reach. You wish they wouldn’t tell you just how close you are only for them to change their minds at the last second. You wish they’d stop playing with you.
It’s happened three times now. Three times that they’ve brought you right to the door just to slam it in your face. And you’ve let it slide, you held onto the belief that if you just stayed a little longer, they and the world would eventually see you for your ingenuity.
But then it happened again, and this time you feel yourself break along with their promise.
You’re standing alone in the conference room, the very one where you’d just been told you wouldn’t make it to the final lineup.
You’re not sure how long you stood there for. You’re not sure at what point you had moved to the practice room. You’re not sure when you’d turned on the music and let your body run through the steps, your limbs moving on autopilot.
You feel numb, plain and simple. No tears, no sadness, no anger. Just numb.
If you don’t debut by next year, you’ll be considered too old to debut and your dream will have slipped through your fingers before your very eyes.
Were you really so socially inept that they couldn’t put you in a group? Were you really that hideous? You know you have the skills and you put in the time from day to night, you compose more songs than any of the other trainees, you’ve worked on countless projects with already established groups, so what the hell else was it?
Was it really something that just wasn’t meant to be? Were you wasting your life away?
You don’t know when the tears had started falling or when you ended up on the ground. You watch as your tears pool on the cold wooden floor, the very one you’d spent years pouring your blood, sweat, and tears into.
You don’t hear your name being called out until there’s a pair of arms, warm and familiar, circling around you.
You bury yourself in his chest and let his saccharine scent engulf you. You cry until you can’t anymore and Jongseob just lets you.
When your breaths finally even out and you’re no longer shaking, Jongseob pulls back to wipe away your tears and cup your face between his palms. “What happened, pretty?” He asks gently, his thumb brushing soothing lines against your cheekbone.
You can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. “I got cut.”
When you finally look up at him, you’re shocked to see the anger on his face. It’s not an expression you’ve seen on him before and not one you want to get familiar with at all. “Seriously?” He asks through grit teeth.
You shrug in response, lowering your gaze again.
“Those motherfuckers, what gives them the right to keep doing this?” He sounds pissed, and normally it would do wonders for your pride to have him ready to go to war for you, but right now it just makes that pit in your stomach feel hollower. “I swear I’m gonna—“
“Seob,” you whisper, pleading. You just need— well, you don’t know what you need. But it’s not this.
Instantly, Jongseob withers down and gathers you in his arms, pulling you onto his lap. “They’re idiots that clearly don’t know what’s good for them.”
“Right. Idiots with years of experience in the industry who know what works and what doesn’t.” You don’t really recognize your voice as you speak. It sounds hollow and too far to be your own. “I don’t work.”
His frown deepens. “What do you mean, you don’t work?”
“Look at me,” you start, pulling back from him, fresh tears welling in your eyes. “I don’t look like the others. And that’s something I can’t change, the one thing about myself that I can’t change and I get punished for it.”
“Don’t you say that about my girl,” he reprimands, taking your chin in his hand and keeping your gaze steadily on his. “I mean it. You’re… I mean you’re unreal.” His gaze is so soft, so tender, so earnest that you can’t help but hold on to his every word. “You’re so beautiful. Maybe not the kind that they want but who fucking cares? It doesn’t change the fact that you are! And, god, the things that you can do with a guitar? Even Taeyang-hyung is jealous of you. You could give Intak-hyung a run for his money with the way you move. Hell, you’re an ace on par with Jiung-hyung. I know it. The other trainees know it too, they’re terrified of you, you know that?” He’s right in your face now, making sure you can feel the weight of every single word that comes out of his mouth. “You. Work.”
“…You’re just biased,” is all you can manage to say in the face of such an earnest declaration. You feel almost embarrassed at his gushing, but he’s staring at you, making sure you really take in the words he’s saying.
He gets a cheeky smile on his face and you groan, knowing all too well that was his ‘I’m about to say some corny shit’ face. “You’re my bias.”
You push him hard enough that he falls back on his elbows. “Leave.”
He just giggles, straightening up and wrapping his arms back around you. “Even if I am biased, only an idiot could believe otherwise. And I don’t lie.”
“I only have a year left, Seob,” you say, still feeling defeated. “If I couldn’t debut by now, I won’t debut next year. You know that. I know it. Everyone knows it.” You feel tears spilling from your eyes again but Jongseob is quick to kiss them away.
“Don’t do that. You can’t give up now, okay?” His hand nearly engulfs your face when he presses it to your cheek. “I’m not giving up on you. Ever. And I’m gonna make sure this piece of shit company knows what they’re fumbling.”
That brings a small smile to your lips. You turn your face, pressing a kiss to his palm. “Careful, they might cut you too if they hear that,” you say wryly.
He scoffed. “They can try. The group couldn’t keep up without me.”
He doesn’t say it as a brag or as something to feed his ego, he says it as fact, which it is. His ability to call it as it is was always something you both admired and envied.
He looks at you with that soft, ice melting smile of his, and says, “When you make it— not if, but when— I’m gonna get a gargantuan cake that says ‘I told you so’ and smash their faces in it one by one until they can’t breathe.”
You're not sure whether to laugh or be slightly horrified. “You’re insane,” is what you settle on.
“Insanely in love with you,” he retorts, grinning.
You fake a gagging sound and move to get off his lap. “Get away from me you corny psycho.”
He only tightens his arms around you, keeping you firmly in his lap. For a skinny guy, he had some freakish strength to him. “No, you can’t leave me as long as I have all my limbs.”
“I’ll just have to tear off all your limbs then.”
You threaten each other back and forth for another minute before you finally settle, resting your head against his chest. The steady beat of his heart soothes your own.
“What if I really can’t debut by next year?” You ask as you fiddle with the string of his hoodie.
He hooks his chin over your head, thumb stroking the nape of your neck in a soothing motion. “We get you on another path. Producing, composing, writing. You already have some hits under your belt. Even if you can’t be an idol, your work speaks for itself. You’ll do just fine wherever you end up.”
You feel your chest lighten. Logically, everything Jongseob said made sense. Even if you couldn’t take the path you envisioned for yourself, it doesn’t mean there aren’t other ones that can lead you to doing what you love. At the end of the day, as long as you can make music, you can sleep at night.
You can’t help the smile on your lips as you look up at him, taking his chin between your thumb and index finger. “What would I do without you?”
“Probably curl up in a ditch somewhere driven to madness by your self induced anxiety.” His smile holds mischief but his eyes hold you warmly.
“Probably,” you agree.
Your laugh is smothered as he presses his lips to yours. It’s delicate and sweet, just like the smell of his perfume. The calloused hand that presses against your cheek is familiar and warm, just like the rest of him.
And you know without a doubt that whatever changes life throws at you, your constant will always be the boy you call yours.
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𐙚ㅤ struggling to kiss soul with his fingers in you
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soul lies on top of you in your guys bed, lips against each other hungrily as your hand tangles in his hair, tugging softly.
his hand meets your hip, tracing your curves softly from above the fabric of your shirt, your breathing getting heavier against his mouth.
your leg lifts beside him, his other hand immediately grasping it. his lips part from yours, wet kisses being places along your skin by your jaw and neck, soft and quiet moans escaping your mouth.
his hand that was on your hip trails downward and makes its way under your waistband. “mmh,, sho,” you whisper. he looks up at you, hand stopping.
“this is okay, right?” he asks.
you reassure him, “yes, keep going baby,” you say, and with that his hand trails under your soaked panties. his lips meet yours again, fingers meeting your clit slowly after.
muffled moans and whimpers escape into his mouth, growing louder when his fingers quicken. you unconsciously bite his bottom lip, his fingers trailing lower.
they meet your entrance, waiting a second before shoving two of his fingers into you, your hips jerking up at the feeling.
you gasp against his lips, his fingers pumping slowly in and out of you. “god —“ you mumble softly, your legs falling wider apart. he takes this as a free opportunity to move his fingers faster, and even adding another one. “fuck!” you cry out.
mouth hung open, you let out more moans, him groaning deeply at the sound before attempting to kiss you, but failing drastically when you can barely even do it back.
you mouth simply just hangs open, lips touching but not moving. “soul,, deeper — go deeper,” you say out of breath, and even more so after he quickens his pace enough to where you can hear your own wetness, fingers as deep as can be.
his thumb meets your clit with his three fingers still pumping into you, “mmmh, oh godd,” you say, feeling yourself clench around his three fingers. your thighs begin to shake, warning him that your close.
“feels so good sho, keep going ‘m so close,” you say, your body quivering and back arching, and with a loud desperate cry, you finally feel yourself reach your breaking point, coming all over souls fingers.
a/n: severely out of practice but i had this thought a few days ago and wanted to share lol
underground boxer!jongseob that shows up, every time without fail, to your doorstep after particularly bad fights. he knows he’s going to have to go through the pain of seeing you cry all over again, all because he can’t will himself to stop whatever this is.
it’s gotten to the point where you stay up later than usual on the weekends, already anticipating the blonde boy and his quiet knocks at your door. no matter how much you hate him for doing this, hate that he willingly puts himself in danger for the chance at some fast cash, you’ve never been able to ignore him, never have had the courage to leave him to stand outside your apartment until he eventually kicks rocks. you know with how stubborn he is, he’d probably stay ‘til morning, would fall asleep with his head flat against your welcome mat.
tonight, he’s got cuts along the bridge of his nose, with blood crusting up along their edges. his knuckles sport angry shades of purples and yellows, bottom lip split, and his head hangs low in shame as he sits atop the all-too-familiar bathroom countertop you’ve led him to. maybe he’s embarrassed of himself and how he seems to constantly take from you, how he knows the hurt he causes with every impromptu visit to your home, but won’t stop just for your sake. the damned cycle continues, and neither of you can do anything to stop it.
expectedly, some tears do fall as you patch his wounds, fix him just so he can go out and break himself all over again. he stares at you with unspoken words, the word “love” threatening to tumble out from his tongue, even if he knows it’s unfair. you don’t deserve to be loved like this, but you’d let him do it anyways, meet him in the middle even if it meant abandoning your own worth. jongseob is well aware of this, and it kills him that he can’t, no, won’t be enough for you. but “not enough” doesn’t stop you from planting wet kisses along his jaw once you’ve successfully cleaned him up. it doesn’t stop him from grabbing at your face and kissing you like he really means it, like he isn’t going to be gone come morning time. the cycle is in full swing, and somehow, once again, you’ve ended up being led towards your bed by the dangerous boy. the way jongseob undresses you so sweetly does nothing but make you sick, but you don’t want to stop him, though you know you should. maybe you both are similar in that way, too selfish, too irresponsible.
your thoughts on this, on anything really, don’t linger too much, not when he descends between your legs to savor your cunt like it’s his last meal. at this rate, one of these days it very well may be.
and when he’s worked out as many orgasms out of you as he can, some with his sinful mouth, and some with his cock, he wraps his sweaty arms around you so tight that any outsider would believe you are the one who’s always prone to pulling away. you fall asleep just like that, back against his chest, goosebumps dancing on top of your bare flushed skin, his breath hot against your neck as he contemplates what to say, what he can say to remedy all of this. and like clockwork, no words come.
his lips wrap around your clit hungrily, blush and glitter smearing across your inner thighs. he’d hardly bothered with undressing himself, only you. lucky him you sleep in just his shirt and a pair of lacey panties.
“seobie- wait, wait-” your little gasp causes him to do just the opposite. his eyes flutter closed for just a moment, swallowing thickly.
“missed you, princess. missed my baby. lemme have you, please?”
his lips leave you for only a moment, quickly returning to lavish your thighs and tummy with kisses.
a quiet whine and a nod from you has him diving back in, tongue prodding at your entrance and teasing. this is new with him; giving oral. he was always so shy, but then he got a proper taste of you, and he’s been obsessed ever since.
“seob!” you hiccup, his thumb brushing your clit with little care for how sensitive you are after weeks of being without him.
“there you go, baby, there you go.”
he mumbles into your cunt. god, you taste so sweet. this is all he wanted, all he needed.
your fingers thread into his dirty blond hair, and you tug. a moan vibrates through your heat, slick gushing from you in pure ecstasy. drool collects in your mouth, slowly trickling down the side of your face.
two fingers find themselves pressed deep inside you, curling in the most delicious way-
“c’mon, princess, know you can cum for me.”
his tongue replaces his thumb on your clit, flicking and sucking and licking you just the way you need.
not in your traditional, stern, domineering way. instead of bending you over his lap when you act up, he’s pressing his fingers deep inside you, brushing up against your sweet spot with ease.
“c’mon, baby, i know you can be so good for me.”
and you are so, so good for him. he is gentle because he loves you. it shows when he’s deep inside you, plunging in unrestrained while you moan.
“that’s it, pretty, doing so good. letting daddy take such good care of you.”
prompt: food play/biting/marks/drunk sex with hwang intak
pairings: intak x reader
warnings: nsfw (mdni), sex under the influence, dubious consent
word count: 5.1k
tags: alcohol use (only intak is drunk), clubbing, biting and marking, drunk sex, one night stand, stripper reader, smoking, infatuation, brief mentions of vomit, intak is whipped as hell lmaoo, rizztak 🙈, giggly sex, no attachment, pov switches, blowjob, vaginal penetration
a/n: hi everyone <3 i wasn’t expecting to take this prompt so i’m sorry if this sucks but hehe first kisseobie piwontober 24’ fic 💟 loveeeee me some sleazy intak so i hope u all enjoy! i didn’t use the foodplay prompt btw lol not my thing unfortunately..
sorry for posting so late by the way! :( i hope the unusually long length makes up for it :3
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buzzed bodies and a powdery scent of pungent perfume, it’s nothing out of the ordinary for intak, comforting even. he wouldn’t necessarily call himself addicted, but his feet drag him down a couple of blocks to the same strip joint more often than the man would like to admit. the establishment isn’t stellar in any means, nothing to write home about. the selections of liquor are not to intak’s liking, the rainbow lights flicker in a manner that’s almost nauseating, and the dj can’t bump a track for shit.
intak knows that an intense infatuation with a certain stripper isn’t necessarily something applaudable, and if anything, his roommate jiung would laugh his ass off at the revelation, but he can’t find it in himself to really care. not when you take the stage, chunky heels clacking against the shiny floor, bedazzled top hit with a beam of white light, cascading diamond-like forms across the walls. intak watches your every twist and turn so intensely, like the show was specifically crafted for his eyes only, a personal love letter addressed to hwang intak—signed xoxo, y/n.
intak watches as you slide effortlessly against the metal pole, the cool rod leaving a trail of goosebumps on the surface of your smooth skin. he likes that about you, that despite the fact that you’re just a mere fantasy for him, you’re human—something real. it presents itself in different ways, he’s been coming here long enough to notice the way your muscles sometimes tremble in exertion during a particularly difficult move, or how you subtly tuck away stray pieces of pretty hair that stick to the gloss on your lips. he notices it all. he wonders if you notice him too.
your dance routine ends and intak finds himself plopped on a lonely barstool, downing some bottom shelf bourbon—nothing out of his typical routine here, really. he can feel the blaring music, the thumping of the beat coursing through his entire being, only aided by the incessant hollers of drunk partygoers. it however, does nothing to distract his thoughts from you—pretty skin, pretty hair, pretty teeth, and a nice set of tits too. the man feels like a pervert, coming to the same shit club every weekend to get a glimpse of his sweetheart, the dreamy girl that most likely doesn’t give a damn about him. intak sighs, and then takes another swig.
“pretty boy is here again. sat right up at the front, probably trying to take a sniff at your panties or somethin’.”
“stop that. he seems nice.” you shoot back, but only snickers from the girls in the locker room follow. they think you’ve got some weird situationship going with the guy, you suppose.
you were aware of the mystery boy of course, he watched your every show without fail, drank his bodyweight at the bar, and ended the night by clumsily wobbling out of the club, only to come back the next weekend and follow the same tired routine. he is a pretty boy, you’ll give him that. dark eyes that twinkle ever so slightly, a lopsided grin permanently etched on his face when he watches you dance, lean body that accentuates his height well.
despite the fact that he’s charming, you don’t miss the way he adjusts his pants when you’re on stage, or how he sometimes leaves to the bathroom after you’ve finished, presumably to relieve the obvious tent in his pants when you roll your hips against the pole just right. he’s just another sleaze, a pretty one maybe, but a sleaze nonetheless. you sure aren’t fooled, even if his dedication to your performances is intriguing.
“hey y/n, if you don’t want him, i’ll take him. he looks pent up, the poor guy.” your coworker jokes, but you pay no mind to the teasing. you have a show to put on, whether the pretty boy watches or not.
meaningless conversation ends and you situate yourself on top of the dirty dressing room bench, slipping on your heels, a dazzling crimson red and eight inches tall. opting for no tights today, you examine how the shoe emphasizes the length of your shaved legs—in other words, you know you’re gonna make a few extra tips tonight. your mouth waters at the thought of buying yourself a nice breakfast in the morning, maybe a stack of blueberry pancakes with extra whipped cream?
after some waiting backstage, the club’s owner, a pudgy old man you’ve never quite gotten along with, announces your name with a cheesy slogan. a few men hoot and holler, clearly ready to eye you down like a fresh piece of meat for their tasting. the lights dim as the velvet cheetah-printed drapes part to reveal you in all your glory, dressed to the nines, even if the clothing you adorn is sparse. the music cues, and you walk, letting the crowd drink you in like a tall glass of wine. as you strut to the beat with a shimmery smile, you unconsciously scan the audience, eyes honing in on one man in particular. he’s here, of course he is, staring at you as if you hung the stars for him, and you might as well have, judging from the gobsmacked look on his face. you shoot him a sly wink before turning to the pole, gyrating your hips against the metal before latching your legs onto the very material. it’s exhilarating as it is exhausting.
a few dozen twists and turns on the rod later, your practiced routine finally comes to a close. the cheers are loud, they always are. you collect tips from wrinkly hands, blowing kisses and shooting winks at all sorts of men—married, recently divorced, rich, poor—it doesn’t matter to you, you aren’t one to judge. when you’re done collecting dollar bills and desperate notes with numbers scribbled across, your vision catches pretty boy making his way to the bar, greeting theo, the bartender always on night duty, like an old time friend.
“you come here often?” intak teases at taeyang, who stares back at him with his arms crossed, visibly unamused. the man gives it to intak straight, an admirable quality for sure, though some may call him too blunt for his own good. your show ended a few hours ago, and intak’s been perched on this very stool, drinking glass after glass, hoping it’ll clear his thoughts that seem to only focus on you.
“don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink? you look like shit. if you puke on my countertop you’re cleaning that shit up yourself.” theo scolds, but there’s no malice in his tone, a little bit of disinterest and concern maybe, but no malice. intak lazily raises his hand in the air with his head down, a nonverbal way of saying “i know, i’m gonna get going.” that taeyang can read every time with ease. the man with shoulder-length hair audibly sighs.
“she’s nothing but a fantasy man, let it go. you come here every weekend just to sit and watch a girl out of your reach. it’s getting pathetic.”
intak winces at the harsh words, but smiles nonetheless. he gets up with some effort and pulls a few crinkled twenties out of his pocket, slapping them on the table in between them with a, “always a pleasure talking to you, theo”. taeyang scoffs, grabbing the bills to place them in the register. “yeah yeah, get home safe.”
intak stumbles out of the stuffy club with a headache, already dreading the inevitable hangover he’ll have in the morning. he waves his arm around aimlessly, hoping to signal a taxi, eyes wandering around the street in boredom until they catch onto a familiar figure sat on the hood of a car. you’re wearing a fuzzy long coat, shielding you from the cold of the night as you cup your hand around a lighter. intak watches you take a deep drag from a lit cigarette, blowing the swirly smoke into the autumn air with an indifferent expression on your face. your hair blows in the wind, but you pay no mind to it, seemingly lost in thought. intak rubs at his eyes with closed fists to be sure you aren’t a figment of his imagination—he’s never seen you away from the limited space of the stage.
before he can talk himself out of it, the boy crosses the street, hands in his pockets as he takes slow, hesitant steps towards you. you’re even prettier like this, intak thinks, not faking a smile for some fast cash, wrapped up in a big coat that makes you look so incredibly small, scrolling on your outdated phone with sleepy eyes. he’s never seen someone so beautiful.
“hey.” are his first words directed at you, a little lame but they grab your attention nonetheless. you jump at his voice, clearly not expecting to entertain a conversation this late at night. intak waits awkwardly as you scan him from head to toe, a hint of what looks like recognization in your eyes. you give him a tight lipped smile, obviously nervous because of the sudden encounter. he can’t blame you, he supposes, not when you’re in this line of work. he probably isn’t the first man to approach you, and most definitely not the last either.
“hi?” is how you answer, hesitant but oh so curious. he’s always been a wallflower from what you know, watching from a distance but never one to approach. the change in routine is certainly sparking your interest, and you wait with bated breath for him to come clean, to reveal his true intentions towards you, good or bad.
“i’ve seen you dance a few times. you’re really good.” intak sheepishly admits, scratching the back of his neck all shy, as if he hadn’t watched you dry hump the floor half naked earlier. his timidness is frankly a bit refreshing, usually an attendee of one of your shows would have tried to get in your pants by now.
“thank you. i’ve seen you in the crowd, y’know. you never tip me, so i can’t be all that good, can i?” you tease, but the question does hold some truth in it. he hasn’t tipped you a single dollar since stepping in the club for the first time, another useless observation of yours.
“sorry.” he blurts out, cheeks red with embarrassment, like a kid who got caught stealing out of the family cookie jar. you hold back a snort at his flustered expression, you were merely teasing the boy. no hard feelings. “it’s all good. a bit curious as to why you come to see me every weekend though. or maybe you’re just here for the drinks, who knows.”
intak laughs at that. “when all the club supplies is whiteclaws and cheap bourbon? i could get better drinks at the supermarket.”
“well you’re right about that,” y/n affirms with a giggle. “so then, what is it? what draws you here every weekend, pretty boy?” you know the answer, but you’d like to hear it straight from the source. it’s more fun that way.
intak sighs, and then reaches his arm out to shake hands, to which you raise an eyebrow, but accept the kind embrace anyways. his hands are warm, a bit sweaty too. he sports no rings, and his fingers are a bit calloused, it makes you wonder what the guy does for work—welding, maybe?
“i’m intak.” a beat passes. you smile, all teeth and gums, and shake his hand in return.
“y/n. it’s nice to meet you, intak.”
intak’s room is warm, a welcomed contrast to the depressing weather outside. not the cleanest living space, with socks hanging from drawers and far too many lopsided posters pasted onto his walls, but strangely enough, it’s comforting. before now, hwang intak to you was always a man of great mystery, but his cluttered apartment humanizes him. there are a few framed photos propped up on his messy desk, old ones, showcasing intak as a young boy, smiley as ever with his arms draped over various shoulders of people you don’t quite recognize. he’s got some little notes written on the glass frames as well, one in particular catching your eye, a scribbled “my first drink EVER! it tasted like shit!!”. it makes you smile, similar to how the sight of an excited puppy playing fetch would.
as you snoop around intak’s bedroom, your thoughts start to wander to earlier tonight, when you took the stage and locked eyes with the man whose very space you’re currently occupying. his legs spread, chest puffed, jaw slack as he watched you perform with a needy look on his face, practically eye-fucking you across the dim room. it should have disgusted you, it definitely did with every other man who saw you as a mere object of their perverted desires, a sex symbol that they couldn’t live without. there was something different about the boy though, something that made you crave a single night with him. it’s why you accepted his offer to come over to his place with little to no deliberation, despite you swearing to yourself countless of times in the past that you’d never let a random man take you home.
intak’s currently in his bathroom, hyping himself up in front of his mirror as best as he can, fearful that he’ll screw this up and scare you away forever. he can be a bit clingy when intoxicated, sometimes sappy too—a fact that jiung can attest to. the boy would be absolutely mortified if his drunk tendencies landed him on the club’s hefty blacklist, so he takes a deep breath and gives himself an internal pep talk to loosen up: “intak, you’ve got this man. she wouldn’t have taken your offer to come over if she thought you were a weirdo. get back in there, bro.”
intak places a final kiss onto his flexed bicep as good luck, then cringes at himself before taking a deep inhale, brows furrowed in concentration. he walks out of the bathroom and opens his bedroom door, gasping aloud at the delicious sight he’s met with. you’re not wearing your coat anymore, nor your dancing heels, left very naked besides the crimson panties you wore for your earlier performance. your draped over his bed, leaning across the width of the mattress, supporting your weight with one hand planted firmly on intak’s bed, the other raised up to your line of sight as you examine your coffin nails before you take notice of intak’s presence. intak resists slapping himself across the face, not wanting to seem like even more of an idiot after you teased him just an hour ago for never tipping you during your shows. instead, he just stands and stares, gobsmacked at the view, you sat atop of his bed, perky tits out, nipples hard and waiting for his attention.
“you gonna stand there all night or..” is all you can manage to get out before the man takes fast strides towards you and pulls you into a desperate kiss. you moan into his mouth, tongue swiping against his, tasting nothing but bourbon and musk, the flavor provoking a throbbing heat to your core. his dominance seeped into the hot kiss, presenting itself in the way he grabbed at your cheeks roughly, how his tongue shoved itself in your mouth so sloppily, how his lips travelled to the nape of your neck, leaving bite marks in their wake. he was experienced for sure, and thank god for it, because the makeout sesh alone had your typically level-head clouded with yearning and lust.
without proper warning, intak’s calloused hands travelled to your boobs, the rough contact against your soft skin making you mewl. he groped at the flesh with eagerness, replacing his left hand with his tongue as he circled your bud with the wet muscle, flicking it with a deep groan. his mouth latched onto your left tit, suctioning the area with just the right amount of pressure. you let your hand slip into the tufts of his jet black hair, tugging at the strands every time intak bit at your skin. the boy maneuvered his head to give the same attention to your right boob, but not without replacing the left with his hand, his own spit thinly coating his palm as he squeezed.
a few minutes passed just like that, with intak worshipping your boobs like an artist intensely dedicated to their craft. the man unlatched his lips from your chest with a loud pop, placing a single kiss on each of your nipples before sitting back and admiring his work. your skin was now littered with red and purple marks, all from intak and none unwelcome. “pretty.” he remarks, staring at your tits like a man starved. the attention has you dripping, pussy weeping for contact, to which you subtly make an attempt at rubbing your thighs together to bring temporary relief to your aching cunt. intak takes notice of this, smirking at you, facial features sporting a knowing look.
“intak, wanna see you please.” you beg, craving to see what the man looks like underneath the thin layer of his clothes. “fuck, yeah, okay,” he responds, his voice breathless—all a result of you, only you. “it’s only fair i give you a show too, right?” he jokes, the lightheartedness soothing any nerves you may have had earlier. “right.” you affirm with a focused expression, before giggling back at him. intak steps a few feet away from his bed, eyes locked on yours as he cheekily pulls off his own coat. his black wife beater follows, giving you the liberty to drool at the view of his sculpted abs. your line of sight travels downwards, to where you can spot a prominent v-line, along with the beginning of a trail of pubic hair—not too long, but still present, not that you mind.
intak starts to tug at his belt buckle, but you’re quick to sit at the edge of the bed, feet tucked snug under your thighs as you replace his hands with your own. you free the boy from the tight constraints of his jeans, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. they’re red in color, almost matching the hue of your own underwear. you can spot the thick outline of his cock, already hard and practically slipping out of his briefs. there’s also a wet patch of precum oozing out of the elastic material, and you can’t stop yourself from drooling at the thought of tasting him.
before you free his girth out of its constraints, you leave a few sloppy kisses and kitten licks right on top of the cloth, his subdued scent and taste overtaking your senses. intak may be the only one under the influence, but you could get drunk just off of this, especially with the way the man bites his lip at your gentle contact, a strangled “fuck..” leaving his lips. you quit your teasing after a few more licks, pulling down intak’s underwear in one swift movement, almost immediately grabbing at his length with a closed fist and pumping at a steady pace. intak’s reaction is immediate, head thrown back with a loud groan, eyes momentarily rolled to the back of his skull as his hips buck upwards into your fist. you’ve barely done anything and the man already seems close to cumming—it’s as cute as it is dirty, the way he melts into your touch, so pliant and oh so desperate.
“y/n, let me fuck your face.” intak pleads, eyes as twinkly as ever. you reply by guiding his mushroom tip into your open mouth, slowly sinking your mouth onto his length as far as you can go. you look up at intak, mouth full of cock and tears threatening to spill from your lined waterline, silently giving the man a go at your throat. he wastes no time in thrusting into the heat, whimpering and swearing at the way you suction your lips. he speeds his hips to set a near animalistic pace, resulting in you spluttering on him as the force of his thrusts hit against the back of your throat. just as you’re about to tap out, pinch at intak’s thick thighs and catch your breath, salty seed slips into your mouth, coating your throat white. you pull off of him to cough and swallow, looking absolutely defiled in front of the man. for some reason, the fact doesn’t bother you one bit, instead, you only wish for him to rough you up some more, to give you his all, even if it’s just for a single night. even if come tomorrow morning, you’ll slip out of his blankets, leaving no signs that you were ever there.
intak hunches over your frame to capture your slick lips into a messy kiss for the nth time tonight. he can taste his ecstasy on your tongue, savoring the flavor far more enthusiastically than he would any drink served at your club. you loop your arms around his broad neck, pulling him closer and closer until you both are pressed flush against each other, with your back, a bit sweaty, meeting the soft fabric of his linen sheets. intak ruts his swollen, sensitive cock against your crotch, still shielded by your panties. despite the barrier of cloth, intak can feel how wet you are—he grins at that, knowing that he’s the one who’s making you all hot and bothered. he feels like he’s on top of the world, with the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, occupying his sheets and pleading for his touch.
“jesus babe, you’re soaked. all this for me?” intak muses aloud, obviously proud of himself at affecting you just as much as you’ve affected him. if he wasn’t so worried about first impressions, he’d pump his fist in the air.
“all for you takkie, now help me get rid of these panties already.” you demand, followed by a flirtatious wink that almost makes intak buckle at the knees. the man drops his head to where he has the perfect view of your crimson panties, contrasting beautifully against your shiny skin. red had always been his favorite color, after all. intak mimics your tactic on his cock from earlier, placing feather light kisses on your inner thighs, and eventually on your clothed mound, too. you whine at his teasing, but it’s only fair he returns the favor, isn’t it?
your scent is heaven on earth to him. delicate and strong at the same time, flowery musk coating his nostrils—it’s so irrevocably girl. the boy takes his sweet time inhaling your smell, completely ignoring your protests. you beg a little more, and always one to please, intak latches his teeth onto the waistband of the silk, tugging it off with his canines while looking you right in the eye. he’s so sexy like this, you think, in between your thighs, already pussy drunk, but slow enough in his movements so the pair of you can properly savor the moment. you appreciate his pace; it’s rare when a man doesn’t insist on sticking it in as soon as you’ve been undressed. intak is kinder than that.
his teeth continue to tug your panties down the length of your legs, until they slip off completely, leaving you completely bare are vulnerable. intak sweetly folds your panties and places them at the edge of the bed, knowing that they must have costed you a pretty penny, before shifting his unwavering attention to your sopping cunt. he stares for a bit, making you a bit shy to the point where you start to close up your legs, but intak is faster, prying them open with force. the dominance that he now exudes is salivating, and you wait, curious as to what his next move will be.
“pretty face, pretty hair, pretty tits, pretty pussy. how are you real?” intak questions you, but his deep eyes are still glued to your cunt, throbbing and calling out for his touch. light and gentle or hard and rough, it doesn’t matter anymore. you just want him, willing to take anything he’ll give you with obedience and a smile. it’s been too long since you’ve been worshipped like a goddess, rather than painted as prey for predator.
instead of intak touching you where you need him most, he leaves scattered bites across the skin of your inner thighs, completely neglecting your cunny to mark you instead. in reality, intak knows that no amount of biting will make you his, and he’ll be back at the club next weekend, watching you perform once more with a glass of bourbon in hand. the realization sends a pang of hurt to his heart, but he bandaids the wound by showing you a good time—a great time, even. it’s all he can do, and do it right he will. so he ignores the ticking of his obnoxious alarm clock, redirecting his focus once more to your cunt.
his digits reach out to explore your pussy, swiping and swirling around the surface in a plethora of ways. intak gauges your reactions to each touch, quickly catching on to what sensations make your legs shake and bottom lip wobble. oh how he’d love to get his mouth on you right now, have you fall apart on his tongue, but his cock throbs as he ruts his hips against his sheets, urging him to slam into your heat as soon as he possibly can. if he doesn’t, he might die this very minute, and so he does. removes his skinny fingers from your puffy bud, stands up and plants his feet onto his carpeted floor, grips onto your thighs to pull your weight to the edge of his bed.
“intak. condom.” you gently remind. as nice as he is, sexy too, you’d much rather protect yourself from some sexually transmitted disease, or worse, an unexpected bundle of joy that you cannot afford to bring into this world. not now, at least, and not with pretty boy intak.
“shit, yeah. sorry, let me get one real quick.” intak responds sheepishly, embarrassed that he’d let his lust take over without taking the proper precautionary steps beforehand. intak walks over to his bedside drawer, pulling out a wrapped piece of latex as fast as he can, clearly desperate to bury himself within your walls as soon as humanely possible. he repositions himself in front of you, cock standing tall, the tip red from the previous attention you gave it. he rips at the foil with haste, almost dropping the condom like a fucking idiot. you don’t let him linger in embarrassment, wrapping your manicured hand around his forearm before gently consoling him with a, “intak, relax. ‘s just me.”
that’s the problem, the fact that it’s you, is what intak thinks, but your words do help him calm down, even if it’s just a bit. he takes a deep breath and slips the rubber onto his length, looking into your eyes for any sign of discomfort. there’s none, of course, just pure lust, and your ready expression convinces the boy to sheath himself into your tight walls, pushing in inch by inch with little to no resistance—perks of you being so incredibly wet, he guesses.
you both moan at the stretch, the feeling so intense that intak may as well have crashed on top of you. he has half a mind to grip an arm onto the sheets, right next to your head. the position is awfully intimate for a one night stand, but neither of you have time to dwell on it when intak pulls his hips back slightly, only to piston back forward with a level of force you weren’t quite prepared for. the boy is quite literally the definition of pussy drunk, setting a desperate speed from the get-go and tucking his face into the nape of your neck. his lips are right underneath your ear, making it impossible to miss each and every one of his pathetically beautiful noises.
after awhile, intak adjusts the angle of his thrusts just a bit, and you cry out at the way his cock prods at your g-spot with the perfect amount of precision and pressure. “oh! right there, tak!” you moan out, attempting to meet his thrusts by pushing your own hips downwards. you clench around him in a vice grip, embarrassingly close already. it’s the first time a man has been able to draw out so many sounds from you, you’ve never felt so good before. intak nods at you each and every time you gasp aloud, egging on your, and his, inevitable orgasm.
intak breaks eye contact to look downwards, groaning at how your walls suction him in and leave a frothy white rim against the base of his dick. his length is coated with a sheen, certainly your wetness, and it only makes it that much easier for him to thrust into your gummy walls. the room feels about 20 degrees hotter now, with intak’s sweat dripping onto your chest like a leaking water faucet. he can’t smell the powdery perfume and whiteclaw breath from the club anymore, nose just picking up the scent of you—y/n.
a thumb circles your clit in quick motions, the final tipping point sending you to the edge with a pornographic, “fuck!”. your cunt flutters against intak’s girth, your legs tremble and spasm uncontrollably, eyes tearing up once again, no doubt ruining your carefully applied mascara as intak just fucks you through the most intense orgasm of your life. he’s not far behind, only pistoning into you a few dozen more times before unloading his cum into the rubber of the condom.
the pair of you stay silent to catch your breaths, intak still tucked within your cunt as he collects himself. a few minutes later has him pulling out of you with a hiss, cock sensitive from all the exertion. he flops onto the empty space next to you, turning his head to face you, you doing the same. you both giggle, still a bit breathless and so very satisfied.
you almost say something in the heat of the moment, something you’re sure to regret in the morning, but as you turn to look at intak once more, he’s fast asleep. a definite effect of all the drinks he had earlier. you lean over to place a single delicate peck on his cheek, dreading having to leave his side in the morning time, but you couldn’t get attached, not in this line of work. so you tucked yourself away from the boy—cuddling him would make it that much harder to leave him.
morning comes, as it usually does. intak wakes a bit later than usual, sunshine leaking through his thin curtains to shine directly into his eyes. he groans, sits up and stretches his arms real wide to wake himself up faster. as soon as a yawn exits his mouth, the man is hit with an intense headache that prompts him to grip at his forehead in discomfort. the events of the last night are a blur, but his lips remember sloppy kisses, ears remember giggles and whines, cock remembers a fair amount of attention. and then it all comes back to him. y/n.
he turns to his right, but there’s only emptiness beside him. the sheets, however, are crumpled in a way that suggest someone occupied the space not too many hours ago. but it doesn’t matter anyways. one night is all he asked for, and one night he got.
a knock at his wooden door startles intak, and a sleepy jiung enters the room with uncharacteristically hesitant steps. intak watches curiously as the shorter boy seats himself at the edge of his bed. jiung sighs, and then stares as intak with an expression full of pity that he doesn’t need right now. or ever.
“she was here last night, wasn’t she?” jiung asks, and intak can already hear the unwanted lecture that is sure to follow the question.
You and Jongseob had planned a day out at the mall, strolling through the bustling aisles, window shopping and enjoying each other's company. It was a typical date, nothing out of the ordinary.
As Jongseob stepped into a busy sports store, you waited outside, leaning against the wall, scrolling through your phone to pass the time. You look up from your phone to check on Jongseob when a shadow fell over you.
"Hey there, beautiful," a deep voice said, making you jump. You looked up to see a tall, blonde guy with dark almost black eyes standing way too close for comfort. He had a cocky smile on his face, and there was something about him that set off an alarm in your head.
"Can I help you?" you asked, trying to sound assertive, but your voice came out a little shaky.
"I just wanted to say, you're stunning. I haven't seen anyone as gorgeous as you," he purred, his eyes roaming over your body. You felt your cheeks heat up, but you weren't flattered. Something about his gaze made you feel exposed.
"Thank you, but I'm waiting for my boyfriend," you replied, hoping he'd take the hint and leave. But this guy obviously wasn't getting the message.
"Oh, come on, one date won't hurt." he persisted, his eyes glinting with determination. "You deserve some fun, and I promise, it'll be worth it."
You shook your head, firmly stating, "No, I have a boyfriend, and I'm not interested." You tried to step away, but he moved closer, cornering you against the wall. His scent, a mix of cologne and something musky, invaded your senses, making you feel nauseous.
"Don't be like that, babe. Let me take you out" he whispered, his breath hot on your ear. His hand grazed your waist, and you shivered, but not from pleasure.
“Y/N where’d you go love?” You hear jongseobs voice call out to you. Just then, Jongseob stormed out of the store, his eyes blazing with anger. He took in the scene—the stranger too close for comfort, his hand on your body, and you, frozen in place. His face turned dark with rage.
"Get your hands off my girlfriend, asshole" Jongseob snarled, grabbing the stranger by the collar and yanking him away from you. The guy stumbled back, his cocky smile fading as he realized he'd picked the wrong target.
"Seobie, it's okay, he wasn't doing anything," you softly protested, but John wasn't listening. He was seething, his fists clenched tightly.
"You think you can just hit on my girl and get away with it?" He growled, his voice was filled with disbelief, almost laughing at the scene in front of him. The stranger, now pale with fear, holding up his hands in surrender.
"Hey, man, I didn't know she was taken. I'm sorry, okay? No need to get violent," he stammered, his eyes darting around, looking for a way to get away from his grip.
Jongseob's grip tightened on the blondes collar, and you could see the veins on his forearms looking at you. "You stay the fuck away from her, you hear me? She's mine"
The stranger nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear. "Yeah, sure, man. I get it. I won't come near her again. I swear."
Jongseob shoved him away, and the guy stumbled, almost falling to the ground before hurrying off, disappearing into the crowd. You felt a mix of emotions—relieved that the guy was gone, but also anxious by Jongseob's sudden outburst.
Jongseob turned to you, his eyes still burning with anger. "Get in the car, now," he ordered, his voice harsh. You flinched at his tone, but you knew better than to argue. You followed him to the parking lot, getting more and more anxious with every step
Once inside the car, Jongseob started the engine, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "I can't take you anywhere without you attracting every fuckboy in town," he spat out, his voice laced with bitterness. "You're a fucking magnet for trouble, you know that?"
You sat quietly, stunned by his words. This wasn't like your Seobie; he was usually so calm and collected. when guys would hit on you. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off.
"Don't even try to deny it. I saw the way that guy was all over you, and how you loved every second of it." His voice rose, his anger was making your hands shake. "You love the attention, don't you?“ You want to respond but your heart feels too heavy to speak. “You're mine, and I'll make sure everyone knows it."
Your heart sank as his words hit you like a punch to the gut. You wanted to explain, to tell him that the guy had made you uncomfortable, but Jongseob wasn't listening. It’s like his jealousy was blinding him.
As he drove, his grip on the wheel tightened, and you could feel the tension radiating off him. You knew this wasn't the time to argue. Jongseob was a ticking time bomb, and you needed to defuse the situation.
"Seobie, please, he was just being persistent. I told him no, but he didn't listen. I'm sorry if it looked like I was encouraging him," you said, your voice soft and pleading. "I love you, and you know that."
"Let’s go." he whispers aggressively grabbing your wrist, his breath hot against your ear. You let him guide you to your shared room and roughly push you down onto the soft bed. He tightly secures the blindfold over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. The loss of sight heightens your other senses, making you hyperaware of every sound and touch. You hear the soft rustle of clothing and feel the cool air on your skin as Jongseob undresses you swiftly, his fingers trailing along your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
You feel his lips find your neck, and he starts planting needy, wet kisses along your sensitive skin. Biting down hard every chance he could. His hands find your breasts, his aggressive touches making you jump. You surrender to the darkness and the sensations, feeling Jongseobs hands exploring your body. His fingers glide across your nipples, teasing them to hardness before he takes each one into his mouth, sucking and tugging violently. Your breath quickens, and you arch your back. His tongue traces patterns on your abdomen, making you squirm as it nears your aching pussy.
You try to distract yourself and not give into all his teasing until Jongseonz mouth finally reaches your throbbing clit. He parts your folds with his tongue, exploring your wetness, and moan in pleasure as he finds your sweet spot. His tongue flicks against your clit, sending electric shocks of pleasure through your body. You feel around and grip at his hair but he slaps your hand off and pulls away. “you know the rules.
As your moans fill the room, Jongseob pulls away leaving you feeling more needy than before and then suddenly.
drip.
drip..
drip…
The hot wax makes you squirm. You try to feel around for the wax but you feel jongseob grab your wrists with his hand. “You’re not being good Y/N…” he argued. You try to pay attention but he keeps dripping the wax onto you. Making it hard to focus, until you feel a cold metal on your wrist.
click.
click.
you hear as the metal tightens on your wrist.
click
click.
you hear as he handcuffs you to the bed.
"Seobie , please..." you beg, your voice hoarse with desire. He clicks his tongue. “You’re so impatient.” You feel his long fingers harshly jam into you, quickly going in and out. You feel the tension coiling tightly within you, ready to snap. Just as you're about to climax, he stops abruptly, leaving you teetering on the precipice of pleasure.
"Cumming so soon?" he teases. He stands, and you sense him looming over you, his presence dominating the space. Suddenly, you feel a firm hand on your throat
"You’re such a slut for me. isn’t that right?" he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Yes i’m your slut!” you say through your tears, his other hand reaching down to stroke your throbbing pussy. His fingers plunge into your wetness, curling and hitting all the right spots. You feel like putty under his touch.
The combination of sensations is overwhelming. The chokehold clouds your mind, making the pleasure more intense as he fucks you with his fingers, pushing you closer to the brink.
"I want to feel you, all of you," he whispers, his voice raw with need. With gentle but firm hands, he guides your legs around his waist, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel the head of his cock teasing your slick folds, circling your entrance, teasing you.
"Please, seobie..." you plead, desperate for him to fill the emptiness inside you. He teases you further, sliding just the tip inside, then pulling out, making you whimper. Finally, he thrusts forward, filling you completely in one smooth motion. You moan loudly with warm tears running down your face as he stretches you, accommodating his thickness.
Jongseob finally begins to move, his hips snapping forward, driving into you with purpose. The loss of sight heightens the sensation, making you focus on every inch of his cock as it glides in and out of your tight pussy. His hands grip your thighs, leaving marks on your sensitive skin as he picks up the pace.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunts, his breath hot against your ear. He leans forward, his hands gripping your hips as he slams into you, over and over. The force of his thrusts drives you deeper into the mattress, each one pushing you closer to the edge.
Without warning, he pulls out, leaving you empty and desperate. He flips you onto your stomach, your ass in the air, and delivers a sharp smack to one cheek, making you cry out in surprise and pleasure. "Such a good girl," he praises, his hand caressing the stinging skin.
He positions himself behind you, his cock pressing against your slick entrance. With one smooth thrust, he fills you again, this time from behind. The new angle hits all your sweet spots, making you let out a loud moan, pushing back against him, urging him deeper.
Jongseobs hands roam over your body, squeezing and caressing your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples as he establishes a relentless rhythm. He fucks you with abandon, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your senses overwhelmed as he drives you closer to the brink once more.
"Cum for me." he urges, his voice strained. "Let me feel it..."
His words are your undoing. You tighten around him, your pussy milking his cock as you climax, crying out as pleasure surges through your body. Jongsoeb follows, groaning as he empties himself deep inside you, his hips jerking uncontrollably.
In the aftermath, he collapses onto your back, his chest heaving against yours. Slowly, he removes the blindfold, and grabs the key to uncuff you. His hands caressing your now red wrists. You turn in his arms, your bodies still joined, and look into his eyes, seeing the love and desire reflected there.
"I’m sorry baby” you say softly into his chest. He smiles, a devilish glint in his eyes. "It’s not your fault angel” he says softly into your ear before kissing your head.
