warnings: EXPLICIT!SEXUAL!CONTENT! this one is dark, you’ve been warned! doctor han is a raging pervert, unprotected sex, drugging, coercion, manipulation, noncon, dubcon, munch!jisung (no, seriously), anal sex, oral sex, power imbalance, marking, medical tape (yes, i put that here), probably forgetting something!
a/n: when I tell you I went into a coma writing this in 1.5 hours. i just regained my sanity and i, um, might need to, let’s just say i-i really enjoyed writing this…
thank you @wanna-plan-world-domination for the request <<333
enjoy! -alice 🩶
the sterile lights flickered above you as your eyes squinted in utter discomfort.
you felt like a bug under a microscope on the patient’s chair, waiting for what felt like hours to finally see the doctor.
you were burning up.
for the past two days, you had been hibernating in your bedroom, willing whatever weird illness this was to be cured with 48 hours of nonstop sleep.
nonetheless, that hadn’t worked and your roommate finally dragged you into her car and drove you to the nearest walk-in clinic.
you had tried to protest, saying you were feeling better and would probably be at 100% by tomorrow anyway, so this was just a waste of time and money!
she scoffed, ‘if you have a full recovery by tomorrow, i better see pigs with wings flying above our dorm too,’ and with that, you knew arguing would be futile.
which lead you to now.
the nurse, oddly, asked you to remove all of your clothing and to put on one of those flimsy, wrap-around hospital gowns that barely covered you.
i just have the flu or something, right? is this really necessary?
but alas, you were in too bad of shape to ponder it too deeply, struggling to shimmy out of your sweatpants and reach behind you to finish tying the gown’s strings.
god, your head was spinning.
you were hot, yet cold at the same time. you felt extremely dizzy, hungry, and nauseous all at once. fucking miserable to say the least.
the only slight reprieve you’d been given was the hefty glass of water and acetaminophen the nurse instructed you to take prior to the doctor’s arrival.
that had been about 10ish minutes ago. a few more minutes passed before you started to notice it.
the headache behind your eyes had subsided substantially, your breathing had begun to even out, and the tips of your fingers felt slightlyyyy…. tingly???
huh?
damn, your body had been put through the ringer these past few days. you could only pray that the doctor would know what was wrong with you and give you some drugs or something to cure you.
you could NOT afford to take anymore sick days off of work.
you allowed your eyes to close, relishing in the temporary reprieve the water and pain reliever gave you, and soon you felt your body really relax, so much so that you slumped back against the bed.
a tranquil haze washed through your mind, feeling like you were walking on the clouds, not a care in the world.
you remained in your paradise for a few moments longer, until the sound of a gentle knock made you open your eyes.
‘may i come in, y/n?’ a soothing voice from the other side of the door filled your ears.
‘mhm, yeah,’ your words were not as coherent as you thought they’d be, sounding a little slurred together.
weird.
the door creaked open to reveal… to reveal…
oh fuck me.
is THIS my doctor?
you were frozen in place as the devastatingly attractive man entered your room. he smiled at you as he closed the door quietly behind him, and you took some generous time in taking in the man before you.
his hair was pitch black, long enough that it came down just above his neck. it was slicked back, except a single strand that seemed to have escaped the gel hung over one of his eyes.
his EYES.
oh my god. his eyes were so large and inviting. they were a darkish brown with swirls of caramel mixed in. soft cheeks with a strong jawline, and big pouty lips that were flushed the perfect shade of pink.
mmm, you wanted to suck on them so badly.
small, brown glasses beautifully framed his cheekbones. you let your eyes shamelessly trail down to inspect his body. even through the white doctor’s coat, you could tell he was absolutely rippedddd. looking closely, you could see what appeared to be a tattoo peaking out from his left sleeve.
you were so out of it you had no recollection of squeezing your legs together beneath your gown, feeling a pool of wetness threatening to spill onto the seat.
you felt, drunk? and the hot sexy doctor who just sat in front of you with a warm smile was not doing your health any favors.
‘y/n? can you hear me?’ that sexy, raspy voice of his pulled you from the rabbit hole you were falling into, picturing how big his cock surely was and how salty and yummy his cum would taste filling up your mouth.
clearing your throat, you squirmed a bit in the seat, feeling like you were going to slide off of it with the amount of your arousal that was now coating it.
‘h-hi, yes i’m fine,’ you folded your arms together, meeting his curious gaze as he pulled out your file, pen in hand to take notes.
‘thank you for your patience, y/n. I’m doctor han and will be taking care of you today. now, according to the nurse you’ve been feeling flu-like symptoms for the past two days? nausea, trouble sleeping, headache? all of that sounds right?’ he reached up to push his glasses up his nose. his big, sharp nose that looked like a better seat than the one you were in—
fuck, were you in heat or something? what was wrong with you?
your whole body felt sluggish and tingly, and the only thing your brain seemed to want to concentrate on was climbing your sexy doctor like a tree.
get it together, get it together.
your thighs made a squeaking noise as you once again adjusted your body on the chair. or what was now closer to a slip n slide.
‘uhhh yeah, something like that. just been f-feelin pretty sick ya know? can’t miss anymore work,’ you tried to rub the haziness out of your eyes, though it only seemed to make it worse as the man in front of you looked like he had gotten even closer to you.
oh wait, he actually had.
humming to himself, he placed the ears of his stethoscope in, standing next to you as he brought the other end to your breast, i mean, heart.
‘i’m gonna check your breathing, okay y/n? then we’ll take your temperature to check for a fever,’ you could feel the coolness of the metal seep through the flimsy material as he pressed into the top of your left breast.
just having him this close to you, you felt like you could have a heart attack. he smelled like pinewood, clean air, and the man you wanted in between your legs.
‘breathe in,’ he commanded softly. you obeyed.
‘and out,’ you released the breath you were holding in. looking up, he was already smiling down at you, almost in encouragement. it felt… oddly endearing? it made you want to continue following his directions.
‘again.’
‘again.’
after two more exercises, he seemed satisfied, removing the earpiece and walking over to the cabinet in the corner, rummaging through the drawers.
‘breathing sounds perfectly normal. this is likely just a bad case of the seasonal flu. but, i’m going to check your temperature just to be sure, sound good?’ you had no reason not to nod in response, loving the fact he was taking such good care of you. it made you forget about the very apparent mess you were making of his chair.
turning back to you, he had a, somewhat… large? looking thermometer in his hand. smile still plastered on his handsome face, he reclaimed the seat in front of you.
wait, i thought he was going to check my–
the chair squeaked loudly as he reached down to pull out the footrests that extended in front of you.
uhhhhhhhh???
‘you’re doing so well, y’n. now, can you scooch forward for me? and place your feet on both extenders?’ the situation was so incredibly baffling but you were still feeling hazy and a bit delirious that you wordlessly obeyed, spreading your legs and resting your feet on the metal.
suddenly, your pussy clenched down hard as it realized only a tiny scrap of fabric laid covered your sopping entrance to the man in front of you who was currently, l-lubing up the.. thermometer?
‘good girl, now, just gonna flip this up so i can take your temperature. shouldn’t feel any pain, just a small bit of pressure, hm?’ your brain shortcircuited when he called you a good girl.
did he just? fuck i’m gonna, gonna cum just from that oh my god i–
your thought processing was lagging extremely far behind that you barely registered him flipping up your nightgown and leaning toward your drenched folds.
you knew you were hallucinating because you swore you heard him make a cooing sound before you felt his latex-covered fingers trail down to your puckered hole, spreading your buttcheeks apart further.
‘mmm, guess i didn’t need the lube,’ he muttered so faintly that you almost, almost didn’t catch it.
your whole body was clenched up as he continued to poke and prod at your nether regions.
is-is this how they take your temperature nowadays? you could feel an orgasm slowly begin to simmer in your belly.
this was so wrong, right? he-he shouldn’t be doing this. i should, i should say something i should-
‘you’re doing so well, sweetheart. but m gonna need you to relax a little so i can take your temperature, okay? can you do that?’ you felt him rub soothing circles into the apex of your inner thigh and your brain melted into a puddle of mush.
words were so hard to even conjure in your head that all you could muster was an unintelligible, ‘mfghhh,’ followed by you weakly trying to close your legs, which was easily thwarted by the muscular man residing between them.
he paused, taking in the sight of you.
god, you were so fucking cute.
his cutest patient ever. usually, he’d get the grumpy old folks or the bitchy soccer moms, never a cute little thing such as yourself.
he knew he could’ve taken your temperature under your tongue. he knew he shouldn’t have swapped the advil in the nurses tray for a low dose of hydrocodone.
he knew it was wrong, so wrong. all of it.
but he too, much like yourself, was desperate for some relief, judging by the way your thighs were now coated in your arousal.
his cock practically whined when you finally got to see your tight, pink little cunt. weeping for some cock, his cock.
and that is exactly why he became a doctor in the first place, no? to help his patients feel better.
his self control was dwindling, and at the sound of your whining and moaning he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down until he was eye level with your dripping center, puffing out breaths of hot air which made your cunt clench from the stimulation.
his mouth felt like it was filled with cotton, and you were the oasis in the desert that he needed more than anything else in that moment.
‘gotta relax, baby. let me help you, hm? keep your legs where they are,’ with that, he pressed his nose against your clit, squirming his dry tongue to rest between your pussy lips.
he groaned into you, taking a long whiff of your sweet scent as drool escaped his mouth and mixed with your accumulating wetness.
he felt you squirm and whine above him, but he was already too far gone. slowly, he dragged his tongue through your folds, up and down. up and down. up and down, while his nose bumped deliciously against your throbbing button.
slurping and suckling, he wasted not a single drop, even gripping the undersides of your legs and hoisting you high enough your body was suspended so that he could drag his tongue across the expanse of the seat beneath you, cleaning up every last bit of your arousal.
your body felt boneless as soon as your doctor put his mouth on you. your tongue lulled out of your mouth as he devoured you, paralyzing you with pleasure. he was relentless, and all you could do was lay there and take everything he gave you, still optimistic that your doctor was doing all of this to help you feel better.
jisung felt another glob of precum stain the fabric of his jeans, gripping the flesh of your thighs so harshly bruises would surely blossom on your soft skin.
good, his mind swam in the perverseness of you coming down from the drugs he gave you to find the little presents he left for you.
he felt your cunt begin to twitch and spasm beneath his incessant mouth, and he knew you were a goner.
doubling down, he vacuum sealed his lips over your clit and sucked, hard. so hard it made you see the entire galaxy beneath your eyelids as you squirted all over his face and lab coat.
your release was so intense that your body gave out on itself, drifting away as your hips bucked up to chase the last remnants of your high.
jisung nearly creamed himself as he felt you release all over him. sneakily, he reached into his lab coat and retrieved the thermometer, coating it generously in your cum before sliding it into your asshole, beeping as it finally glowed ‘101.2’ on the interface.
poor thing, he thought as he finally unlatched his mouth from your decadent center, reaching down to unzip his jeans and release himself.
your eyes were fluttering as you came in and out of consciousness.
fuck, you looked irresistable like this.
he reached down to tug at himself, already painfully hard as he soaked in the sight of his patient writhing under him.
as gently as he could, he hoisted your legs over his shoulders and coated his cock in your copious juices before he began to tease your back entrance with the head of his cock.
‘d-doctor am i-’ you hiccuped, eyes still closed and your arms laying limp at your sides.
slowly, he breached the puckered hole, the tip fully submerged. he hissed under his breath, already feeling his impending release.
biting his lip, he rasped, ‘doin so good baby, gonna take your temperature now, kay? stay nice and relaxed f’me,’ he slid in all the way until he was fully engulfed by your gummy walls.
you whimpered under your breath, too out of it to fully register the ‘thermometer’ in your ass as he began to slide in and out steadily.
he groaned as he began to stretch out your puckered hole, reaching down to rip the flimsy gown from your body until he could watch your full, large breasts bouncing with each one of his desperate thrusts.
fuck, he wanted to keep you. best patient he’s ever had. so compliant, so good.
so fucking good.
peering up at your face, his ravenous eyes followed a line of drool that made its way down the side of your chin.
impulsively, he leaned down, manhandling you so your body folded in half like a pretzel so he could lap it up with his tongue, trailing the wet muscle to your mouth where he forcefully shoved his way inside, suckling at your tongue and exploring your wet cavern.
his balls began to tighten as his pace got quicker, his hips sporadically thrusting into you as he could feel his high approaching.
mouth agape from the assault of pleasure you were enduring, he released a large glob of spit into your mouth before squashing your cheeks together.
mindlessly, you swallowed his offering and with that he completely combusted, painting your gummy walls with never-ending ropes of hot seed.
he leaned back but remained seated inside you, watching your fucked out face in sick fascination as he filled up your ass like an enema.
reaching over to the side cabinet near him, he pulled out a roll of medical tape. quickly, he unsheathed himself from you before leaning down and pressing a strip of the tape firmly over your now filled hole, keeping every last drop inside.
checking himself out in the mirror, he fixed appearance until he once again appeared the ever composed doctor he was before walking over and doing the same for you.
endearingly, he tucked a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, cooing at the blissful look on your sleeping face.
‘feel better, y/n, i’ll be seeing you again very soon.’
begrudgingly, you forced your eyes to open as you took in your bearings. quickly, you realized you were once again in your bed back at the dorm, clad in a big t-shirt and panties.
what- how did i?
the visit to the doctors was an absolute blur. damn, you really underestimated just how sick you really were.
stretching your limbs, you felt a bit of soreness in your… ass? hesitantly, you trailed your hand down only to find that there was a small piece of what felt like tape covering your hole.
what the?
i guess they had to give me my medicine the.. other route? you shivered at the image, your cheeks red with embarrassment at the prospect.
rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you turned your head to see a glass of water and a prescription bottle on your nightstand.
you grabbed the glass and gulped down the entirety of its contents before examining the doctor’s instructions on the side of the bottle:
take two pills every 8 hours following a meal, for the next 3 days as directed. keep bandages in place for as long as possible.
follow up with dr. han scheduled 06/27/2026 at 12:00pm.
CAST I bang chan, yang jeongin (i.n), seo changbin
WC I 3.2k
GENRE I smut, pwp, established relationship
WARNINGS I explicit language, explicit sexual content, mc finds jeongin attractive, usage of “baby girl,” “good girl,” etc., predator & prey dynamic, dom!chan, daddy!chan (ofc), sloppy kissing, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, biting, unprotected sex, dirty talk, clit play
SYNOPSIS I ignoring your boyfriend has its consequences — and its rewards, depending on the way you look at it.
A/N I i meannn obviously this was inspired by the run it music video. what can i say… watching chan move like that awoke something in me </33 also i was torn between making this a hybrid fic or not SO if you wanna see a hybrid!chan fic similar to this let me know 👀
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MASTERLIST | STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST
The clock on the far side of the room ticks slowly, counting the seconds, minutes, and hours that are going by. The leaky faucet in the bathroom down the hallway drips in unison. Chan’s foot taps, perfectly in sync before dipping out of rhythm every now and then, when he gets distracted.
And he is just that — quite distracted.
Normally, he had no problem keeping rhythm. In fact, he was quite good at it. If he were really paying attention, he would’ve noticed this cacophony of sounds and likely pulled out his old laptop to record a sample or type something out quickly. Inspiration, he often said, was found any and everywhere, if you simply took the time to stop and listen.
He wasn’t about to listen to his own advice right now, though.
Your giggles — usually a source of his own happiness (and inspiration) — were at the moment getting on his nerves. Not because it was you, and not because he thought your laugh was annoying, no — he loved your laugh, loved you. But the fact that Jeongin was the one making you giggle and blush like that… well, that simply wasn’t acceptable.
He glares over at you, where you’re curled up in the corner of the couch and glued to your phone, squealing and giggling as you watch and re-watch Jeongin’s parts in the new music video.
He looks sooo good in this video, Channie!
I can’t believe how much he’s grown into his features, he looks so different now…
Ah, his biceps! Has he been coming to the gym with you more often?
“No, he hasn’t.” Chan’s voice is sour, bitter and jealous. His cheeks flush slightly with embarrassment — here he was, a grown man of nearly 30, throwing a hissy fit over his dongsaeng. Jeongin, of all people! Of all the other members! It made it that much more humiliating, that he was jealous of Jeongin. His baby brother.
If you notice the sullenness in your boyfriend’s voice, you don’t show it, which adds to Chan’s annoyance. Why weren’t you watching his parts? His clips? What was so fascinating about Jeongin in this video?
“Maybe he’s been going with Bin, then… because he’s gotta be working out pretty damn hard for those…” you marvel, rewinding the video again to catch another glimpse of Jeongin’s biceps flexing as he raises his arms.
That was it. Chan’s scowl darkens, and he moves over next to you to grab your phone from your hands — the video still playing — before scooting back over to his end of the couch, a smug smile on his face now as he hears your protests.
“Chan, wha…” you grumble, your gaze finally settling on your attention starved boyfriend. His face lights up as you regard him — never mind that your expression is confused and annoyed — and he shuts off your phone, beaming.
“You’re not paying attention to me,” he pouts, and his cuteness almost makes you forget about his thievery.
“Give it back,” you pout back, playfully reaching for your phone.
“Uh-uh… Jeongin time is over. It’s Channie’s time now.” He grins wider, holding the phone even further out of your reach. You groan in exasperation.
“Babe, come on…”
“I said, it’s time to pay attention to Daddy now.”
A chill runs down your spine at the dominant turn in Chan’s voice. You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry, and your heart starting to pound faster. When you meet his gaze, his eyes are dark with lust and control. He makes sure that you’re watching his every movement, as he stands up and places your phone on the nearby table, screen side down. You can hear it buzzing, and he clicks his tongue as he watches you twitch with hesitation.
“Why’re you so focused on other things, baby girl? I’m right here… I need you too,” he croons, slowly walking towards you. You feel exposed, bare, despite the fact that you’re still completely clothed.
Once he’s standing before you, he nudges between your legs so that he’s able to get right in front of you, smirking as he watches your expression change to a flustered one. Your eyes lock with the sight before you — his crotch, his erection straining at the confines of his jeans. A strong, firm hand at the back of your head gently guides you closer, until your plush lips press against his hardness. You let out a small whimper as you feel his cock throbbing, pulsing against your hot mouth.
“Seems like you might need me just as much as I need you,” he murmurs, a teasing edge to his voice as he lets out a shaky exhale, feeling every quiver of your desperate, eager mouth. “Is that right, baby?”
“Mm… mhm…” you moan, your voice muffled. He lets out a low groan, the vibrations of your voice making him shudder with arousal.
“Good girl. ‘S what I like to hear.” His grip on your hair tightens, and he pulls you back, away from his crotch. It makes you whine again, but he shushes you as his free hand fumbles with his belt, with his button and zipper before roughly shoving his jeans and his boxers down at the same time. His jaw clenches with impatience and the strain of holding back as his cock twitches and bobs right before your eyes — it’s a bit cruel how he holds you back, makes you watch as a bead of precum forms at his slit. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, salivating as he watches you with amusement and satisfaction.
Finally, finally, he loosens his grip on your hair once more, grunting as you take that as permission to touch him. You move forward eagerly, your hands grabbing at his muscular thighs to pull him even closer, needing him to overwhelm every one of your senses. You press messy kisses to his hip, his upper thigh, making him groan and leak more precum, the sticky fluid dribbling down his aching shaft. You’re careful to not tease too much, knowing his patience is thin already tonight. And anyway, you want to please him. He needs it, and you’re completely willing to give it — to show him just how much you want him, more than anyone else. Forget everyone else.
He lets out an uneven, shaky breath as your lips finally close around his tip, your tongue swirling around his slit and tasting his bitter essence. You put on a bit of a show, moaning at the taste as you flutter your lashes and look up at him, further spurred on by the sight you’re met with — him, his head thrown back already, groaning as he lets you worship him.
You take more of him in your mouth, eager to please him more now, your grip tightening on his creamy thighs as you hollow your cheeks and tighten your lips around his throbbing length. His tip prods the back of your throat, and you hold back a gag as you swallow around it, eliciting a strained grunt from the man above you.
He takes things into his own hands now, mind blurred with lust. He curses under his breath, using both hands to grab your head and thrust fully into your mouth, chuckling breathily at the sound of your surprised, garbled moan. Your nose presses against his crotch, nosing at the short, fine hairs there. You take the opportunity to use your tongue to swipe at his balls, making him grit his teeth and shiver at the sensation.
“Fuck… taking me so good, aren’t you?” he practically purrs, looking down at you with adoration. “My good girl…”
Eagerly, you let out a whimper, the vibrations of your throat around his cock making him mutter a quiet “fuck” under his breath.
Once he’s sure that you’re adjusted, sure that you’re ready, he draws his hips back, sucking in a deep breath as he looks down at his spit slicked length. His hips snap forward, thrusting his cock into the back of your throat roughly, and he moans loudly as you let out a choked splutter. He thrusts hard and fast, chuckling darkly at the sight of your spit dripping down his chin, dribbling down his balls and making a messy puddle of fluids on the floor between the two of you.
“Mn, fuck… ‘y like that? Like the feeling of my cock down your throat?” he grunts, biting his lower lip hard as he feels your tongue swipe along the underside of his length, teasing despite his rough treatment.
Your nails dig into his skin, as if to wordlessly say, yes.
The hungry, lustful look in your eyes paired with the hot, wet cavern of your mouth proves too much for Chan to handle, at least for too long. You’re far from done when he pulls you off of his cock, and you let out a hoarse whine of protest. His chest is heaving, the exposed skin of his lower stomach shiny with perspiration.
“Bedroom,” he growls, dark eyes trained on your shivering form as you stand up immediately, obeying his words like a well trained dog. He kicks off his jeans and boxers, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he follows you to the bedroom, stalking you like a predator closing in on its prey.
You feel like you’re being hunted too — stumbling on shaky legs (even though you hadn’t even been fucked yet), short of breath. You cast a look over your shoulder every few steps, slowing your pace as you watch Chan’s shadowy form trailing after you. He too pauses, to take off his shirt. Your breath hitches as you watch him pull the sweat soaked garment over his head, his muscles flexing deliciously in the limited light.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, baby.” You shiver, your panties dampening and your heart rate increasing as his voice echoes down the dim hallway. You quicken your pace, skittering down the hall and entering the bedroom. You perch delicately, nervously, on the edge of the bed — watching the doorway, waiting for Chan.
He enters momentarily, but every second feels like an eternity until he appears in your line of vision again.
Completely nude now, he looks like a Greek god standing there. There’s a slightly cocky, arrogant look on his face as he watches your hungry expression, and he shifts to wrap his thick fingers around his even thicker cock. Stroking slowly, teasingly, he lets out a low groan, squeezing his tip before letting go, smirking at the way you squeeze your thighs together and suck in a quick, eager breath.
“Strip. And lay back for me,” he orders, watching from the doorway. Refusing to come closer, unless you listen to what he says. Holding the reward of his cock just out of your reach.
What else can you do?
It’s not like you wanted to disobey anyway.
You fumble with your clothes, the fabric suddenly becoming extremely confusing as you try to rip everything off as fast as possible. Chan hides a smile behind a stoic demeanor as he watches you struggle to get your shirt over your head.
You eventually figure it out, your cheeks flushed with sheepishness as you settle in the middle of the bed, propping yourself up slightly with your elbows. Just enough that you can still see Chan.
He’s looking over your nude frame appreciatively, a low grumble of a growl in his throat as he finally begins to approach. He crawls onto the foot of the bed, slowly making his way up to you, back muscles rippling with every slight movement. He doesn’t stop until he’s hovering over you, his cock pressing against your inner thigh, hot and throbbing right next to where you need him most. You’re sure he can feel it too, from the way his length slips against your slick skin, dampened with your juices.
He leans down, pressing his face into the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. Memorizing everything about you, as if he didn’t already have it committed to memory.
He adjusts, angling his hips slightly differently, making you gasp as he presses against your sopping slit instead of your inner thigh. It was like he could read your mind — or, he was just thinking the same thing.
Your hands find refuge on his back, nails taking up and down his milky, rippling skin. His hands settle on your hips, squeezing the plush flesh there, anchoring himself before he pulls back slightly, nudging your legs onto his shoulders, that same cocky grin spread across his handsome features as he looks down at your flustered expression. He leans over to press a surprisingly tender kiss to your quivering leg, before he looks down and lets out a shaky breath, tapping his tip against your clit.
“Ready?” he murmurs softly, his other hand reaching up to find yours — both of your hands were lost, clutching at the sheets desperately after you removed them from his back. You squeeze his hand gently, the feeling comforting.
You nod, biting your lower lip in anticipation. And so he presses forward, a guttural groan escaping his lips at the same time a whimpery mewl escapes yours.
There’s a slight bit of resistance as he presses the blunt tip of his cock against your tight slit, reminding both of you that it had been too long since the last time this happened. You wince slightly at the burn, the stretch, as his tip wedges its way inside, pressing deeper and deeper. It begins to satisfy that gnawing hunger from within, making you let out a sob of relief as he bottoms out inside you, despite the slight pain that remains.
Chan lets out a snarl, upper lip curling as he presses your legs up against your chest, nearly folding you in half as he starts to fuck you hard and fast — mirroring the rough pace he’d set when fucking your face just minutes before.
“Fuck, fuck… fuck yes,” he groans, letting out a pleased hum as he hears your mewls increase in volume. He bottoms out, grinning widely as you squirm when he swirls his hips in circles, grinding his tip against your cervix. It feels so deep, so intense — it’s no wonder you can’t help but sputter and babble for more, even though he’s giving you more than you can handle.
“Baby girl likes it when Daddy’s rough with her, hm?” he coos, snapping his hips against yours, the emanating squelches making you moan with embarrassment and arousal. “Come on… say it. Tell me how much you love it, how good you fuckin’ feel right now…”
He reaches down, thumbing at your sensitive, ignored clit, making you gasp at the sudden dual pleasure. “F-feels so good!” you manage to stutter out, finding it extremely difficult to properly form words at the moment.
He pulls out suddenly, and your skin screams for his touch to return. Your legs fall back limply, aching from the position that they had been pressed in all this time. His expression is one of pure lust, endless longing, as he looks at the sweaty sheen of your skin, the way the dim light highlights your curves and dips.
“Flip over for me, baby.” His voice is commanding, that dominant edge not leaving despite the growing exhaustion in his aching muscles.
You do so, your legs shaking as you get on all fours. Chan’s touch is back on you instantly, sending fire through your veins, bringing you back to life. You find your voice, whimpering his name — Daddy — desperately, loudly, as he shoves your face into the sheets and presses his hips against yours.
He drags his tip over your clit, over your aching and swollen hole, stopping just before he reaches your ass. He sucks in a quivering breath, in a trance as he stares at the glorious sight before him. Never before has anyone been able to evoke such animalistic instinct from him before, such primal urge. He stares at your vulnerability, drooling at the implications and potential possibilities. “Pretty… my baby girl has such pretty holes, all for me to use…”
“Daddy, please!” you plead, your cries muffled, tears and snot and saliva soaking the sheets beneath your face.
He growls in response, slapping his cock against your swollen pussy. You sob, your feet kicking against the mattress weakly, listlessly, uselessly.
He plunges his cock back into you without any warning, without even another word. Your sob turns to a deep moan, your walls clamping down around his thick girth, sucking him in deeper.
It takes everything in him to not fill you up right there, right at that moment.
Drawing back slowly, his balls tight and full, he has to hold back even more, biting his tongue. There’s a circle of cream around the base of his cock, your combined fluids making a painfully erotic sight. He needs more, needs to feel you cum on his cock.
He changes his position, faster than you can protest. One hand cements itself on your hip, the grip bruising. The other reaches around, pressing hard against your puffy clit and rubbing in tight circles. He has to muffle a moan by leaning down and biting your shoulder as he feels your pussy clench around him again. His hips start thrusting again, frantic and needy. His teeth release your flesh, soothing the sting with his soft lips, pressing sloppy kisses everywhere you need him.
“D-Daddy…” you moan, the new position bringing you to your orgasm much faster than before. You can feel him so fucking deep, feel the roughness of his calloused fingers directly on your clit. It’s too much, and you both know it. You can practically see the smug grin on his face as you close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his tip dragging against your g-spot with each knowing draw of his hips.
“Go on, cream on my cock, baby. Know you wanna,” he growls, pinching your clit between his h thumb and forefinger, moaning in harmony with the scream it brings from your lungs. “G-gonna breed this pussy so fuckin’ full…”
You think you black out for a second, but you can’t be sure. All you know is that one moment you’re crying Chan’s name, and the next his front is pressed against your back as he whispers your name back, heat blooming inside you as he spurts ropes of thick cum deep into your womb.
He presses kisses to your sweaty shoulder, hands coming to gently smooth over your waist, soft praises falling from his lips — so sweet in comparison to the dirty filth he’d been spewing just before.
He pulls out with a sharp inhale, watching the pearly rivulets of your combined release flowing from your sweet pussy. He nearly leans back in, but you flip back over to pull him into a searing kiss instead. He kisses back, heart skipping a beat as he gently pulls you into an embrace.
“Satisfied now?” you murmur, voice hoarse but still teasing.
That was something (one of the many things) he adored about you — your insatiable, never ending spark. He rolls his eyes, resting his head on your chest.
“Mm… maybe for now,” he concedes, indeed content for now, as long as your phone (and the replays of Jeongin’s parts) stay away from his girl.
petrichor-han 2026. do not translate or repost without my permission.
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I beat it till' it's sore, She screaming give me more
pairing: plug!hyunsung x reader
summary: college is shit so you find a plug but they come in two
warnings: SMUT!! dom!hyunsung, drug usage, choking, gagging, deep throating, brief cockwarming, oral (f and m rec), nasty spit play, swallowing saliva, finger sucking, unprotected sex, edging, dacryphilia, everybody high asf, threesome, porn without plot
wc: ~1.9k
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Shit, how did this happen?
You barely started the semester, everything went downhill in your life and you needed an immediate way out.
Someone recommended a plug. One plug, but they came in two.
Now you're sprawled onto somebody's couch, arms pinned above your head while they took turns in torturing you.
This is torture.
You want more.
“Shh, pretty. Open wide for me,” Hyunjin coos, knees planted between your parted thighs. He leans forward, cradling your cheek to your neck in a sensual touch. He goes lower, reaching the swell of your breast, “Jisung-ah,” he calls, not paying much attention to anything but your nipple poking at the thin fabric of your blouse. He tweaks it, circling the bud with his thumb.
You writhe, brain foggy and dizzy as the one above brushes the hair sticking to your face. “Han…” you whimper and he hums, smiling down at you like you were stupid. Maybe, at the moment you might have actually been.
“Easy baby,” he says, thumb and middle finger digging into your cheeks, forcing your mouth to form an ‘O’. “Just like that. Ah, ah– a little wider,” his voice is soothing, not noticing the blunt Hyunjin brings to your lips until Jisung clasps your lips shut around it. Forcing you to breathe in along a gasp as Hyunjin squeezes your tits.
Choking, you try to cough the smoke out but Jisung's mouth catches it before it gets the chance to air out. Soft lips wrapping themselves around yours, sucking in the burning smoke with an upside down kiss. You're hardly able to react – to kiss back – he doesn't care though, it's endearing the most. Spit spilling past your lips from the awkward positioning.
“Always such a good girl, look at you now.” Hyunjin says, “I was surprised when you came to us, y'know?” His knee presses harder against your core, letting a whine fall into Jisung's mouth. “You needed it badly, didn't you?”
The question fails to register, however you nod, compliant and putty to the haze that runs through your veins. You tug at your wrists when it gets hard to breathe, needing to break free from Jisung's assault on your lips. He bites onto the tissue, earning a wince from you as he pulls back. “Sorry,” he doesn't sound one bit apologetic, grinning foolishly. Smearing the droplets of blood with the pad of his thumb.
Hyunjin unbuttons your pants, zipper coming off with a swift glide. One second you're covered, the next cool air meets your bare legs. “What–” you blink through, staring down at Hyunjin between your curling legs. He pins them still, spreading you wider for him.
“Pussy so wet,” he comments under his breath, rubbing your clit over your panties. You're shaking, thrashing your head side to side at the sudden pleasurable sensation. It's all too much, the slightest touch feels tenfold with the high hitting you.
“I need to pee,” you excuse weakly, hopelessly trying to close your thighs. Needing an escape. He sighs, clicking his tongue.
“You don't,” he replies, pushing the fabric aside. “What you need is this,” his thumb finds your slick, shivering underneath the contact. “Jisung, fuck. Look at her, such a needy mess.”
The latter follows his friend's gaze, hand snaking to your sobbing cunt. Running two fingers past your arousal, tipping them inside before pulling back. “Look,” Jisung tells you, slapping your cheeks lightly to gather your attention. He parts his fingers, your wetness coating the digits in the dim lighting. The sight is nasty, juices sticky enough to create strings connecting his fingers with each scissor motion. He brings them to your lips, patting your mouth.
You turn to the side, whining a noise of disapproval. This is dirty — yet a part of you wants to fall into the mud.
He hums, bringing them to his lips instead. “Let me show you how,” you probably need someone to take the first step for you. So, he happily does. Obscenely sucking onto his skin, moaning shamelessly at the taste of you. The exit of his digits is messy, tongue probing out with saliva drooling onto his hand. “See?” he says as you watch him with that heavy gaze, eyelids slowly dropping in a trance. He inches towards your mouth once again, nails tickling your skin.
This time, you open up for him. He groans in response, feeling your warm tongue lap at his saliva. “Just like that, want to do this around my cock instead-” It's not a question and you know it, his other hand swiftly rolls off his sweatpants. Focus fully on the bulge straining his boxers, a sliver of his v line peeking from the fabric above and underneath his shirt. Tattoos, you try to read them in lazy blinks, eyes widening at the sudden sensation on your pussy.
“Ah–,” you cry out, searching for the culprit. “Hyun—” your sentence dies out as your mouth is filled to the brim, Jisung taking the opportunity to thrust right in. You strangle, spit gathering at the corners of your mouth with a gag. Your position has him hitting the back of your throat, esophagus tightening with a threat. He whines, hips stuttering at the tight squeeze.
The salty taste of skin and precum hits you a moment later, doing your best to try to breathe in through your nose. The attempts are futile with Hyunjin's lap onto the middle bottom of your body. He moans as your taste hits his tongue, inhaling your scent with his eyes shut. His own head is spinning, not quite grasping what he's eating right now but it's so fucking good. He can't do without it, swallowing your whole pussy with his mouth, his muscle slowly laps at your leakage. Drowning in your juices.
Hyunjin's rings dig into your thighs, the cool metal deliciously contrasting the burn on your skin, holding your trembling legs. He kisses you, sloppy and wet, separating with strings of saliva. He does it again, and again. Lips attaching themselves to your clit, sucking in lightly. His head is pushed back by Jisung, his fingers finding the roots on Hyunjin's scalp. Jisung's thrusts are shallow, using the tight squeeze throat to cockwarm rather than fucking in.
Jisung leaves a peck to your hip, pampering kisses further to your bud. Wrapping his mouth around it. He sucks harder, brimming tears to your eyes while Hyunjin teases your entrance, using Jisung's drool to ease his way inside.
You're losing breath, consciousness fading in with the wave of pleasure. Jisung finally jerks away, indulging in the huge inhale of air you take in, lungs expanding desperately in ragged pants. “Wait… wait–” you slur, lashes fluttering to catch yourself as Jisung climbs off you, hands gripping your shoulders to push you forward. The movement is brusque, the whole room spinning then it's suddenly perpendicular, strange colours clouding your vision.
Nausea hits you head-on, hunching forward in an attempt to get off the couch, however they plant themselves on either side of you. Caging you in the prison of their bodies. You glance up slowly, focusing your eyes to find an angel incarnated.
No, it's Hyunjin.
He gazes down at you, index finding your chin to tilt your face upwards. He sighs, shaky, looking behind your shoulder to Jisung. “Light another one,” he says and the other follows. Undoing your blouse, he slides it past your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. The smell of smoke fills your nostrils, then a sensation of something soft yet searing on your skin. Not quite registering what, but it feels good.
Jisung passes the blunt to Hyunjin, watching him take an inhale. Hyunjin breathes in, the smoke swirling in his mouth as he brings it to your exposed skin. His burning lips blow the vapour onto your flesh, tongue soothing the burn marks without much consideration paid to your small whines. They paint your skin, tracing the marks with their mouths before sucking down harshly.
A belt clicks, eyes closed tight when they take turns in kissing you. Tongues curling to form a mess at your chin, sucking in the air out of you before forcing you to inhale their own. Your fingers wrap around Hyunjin's arm, nails digging into his bicep as something hard slides between your legs. Hot, everything has been hot – but they don't compare to this.
“Fuuuck,” Jisung swears, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Baby, I could slip right in–” he shudders, pussy soaked enough to tease the tip inside on every shift of his hips. “You should try, hyung.”
“Yeah?” Hyunjin replies, heavy cock resting in his palm, aligning himself to nudge at your clit. Your thighs quiver, the dual sensation of them rubbing between your folds has you squirming for more. Aching from their endless teasing, your impending orgasm right there, if only one of them just– “Aah!” you cry at the sudden thrust, Jisung bottoming out fully on the first thrust with a loud squelch.
“Shit so wet,” he moans out, stilling inside completely to breathe in, hoping to regain composure. He snaps his hips forward, balls smacking against your cunt, the noise consistent and embarrassing. “You hear that?”
You're drooling, getting bent over Hyunjin as Jisung takes his fill, thighs shaking if it wasn't for Hyunjin supporting your limp body. Cute sounds huffing from your parted lips with each thrust, clawing at Hyunjin for balance. Jisung kneads your cheeks, spreading you wider to catch a better view of his cock splitting you open, juices overflowing past your labia down your thighs. You're gripping him so tightly, snuggly keeping him inside, not letting him draw out. His noises turn pathetic, biting at your shoulder to muffle his whimpers and groans.
It's too much, white clouding your mind as Hyunjin's fingers circle your clit in small motions, bringing you as close to the edge as possible before cruelly snatching it from you. Jisung pulls out, your hole gaping and begging for him to come back inside. “Not yet.”
“Why–” you demand in a sob, though it's quickly morphed into a moan as you're stuffed full once again. Hyunjin's cock moves inside you, throwing you onto Jisung's chest, the curve of his muscles flat against your spine with how Hyunjin drills into you. His thumb meets your clit again, pushing one leg on his shoulder to gain a better angle.
“This is how pussy should sound like, our pretty girl.” he says, voice breaking from your warmth alone. Your palm flies to your mouth, Jisung catches it before you're able to hide your moans, using your opened mouth to spit into it. You pause, the hesitation fading as quick as it came, swallowing his saliva obediently. Hyunjin's thrusts knock that one spot inside that has you all sensitive and gooey, hitting it over and over till you can't muster any thought other than them and the shape of their cocks and the swell of their lips against you.
Jisung gropes at your tits, thumbs twisting and pinching your nipples, pulling at them deliciously. You throb around Hyunjin, pussy spasming for release. To your dismay, he draws out, pushing the head between your lips before sitting back. He smiles at the tears that spill past your cheek, glancing at Jisung.
being a travel blogger has its perks; you get to travel the world, eat delicious food, and…dance with a mysterious, handsome stranger on a cruise?
pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader
genre: fluff, smut
content: oral sex (f + m receiving), fingering, coming untouched, unprotected sex (p in v), choking, a mirror is involved
word count: 5.2k
a/n: i'm so sorry for being late! thank you for your patience with me pls enjoy this reader simping for hyunjin and him being the beautiful man that he is ♡
♡ m.list
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The words you choose to live by are as follows: do something worth writing, then write something worth reading. And that’s exactly what you’ve been doing for the past four years. You have, arguably, one of the best jobs in the entire world. As a travel blogger for a major publication, your sole purpose in life is to see the world and write about it, and hopefully inspire others to see it too.
The breeze on the top deck feels warm as it hits your face, and the smell of the fresh salty air makes you feel hopeful for the rest of your trip. You’ve scored a trip on the Starlost for this assignment, the cruise line’s latest and most luxurious ship. Your company has given you a full suite with an ocean view, and they prefer that the readers have the inside scoop on the ultimate experience.
You pull out your phone and take a few shots of the view. The ship is huge—you’re honestly not sure if you’ll have enough time to explore everything in the next five days, but you’re determined to try.
After spending some time wandering the ship and mentally cataloguing all of the places you’d like to visit, you decide to check out one of the ship’s main attractions. It’s the perfect time, right as the sun is going down, and all of the families with young children head to bed.
Club Miroh is the hot spot of the cruise line for young adults, according to the information pamphlet you read when you got your assignment. The lights are dim and brightly colored, and the bass booms through the speakers.
You sit at the bar, scanning the young crowd. You take a couple of photos of the atmosphere, hoping to convey the youthful and fun vibe to your audience. Maybe in the beginning you’d dance with a few strangers or chat it up with the bartender, but people watching was a hobby you slowly picked up and enjoyed far more.
A couple makes their way to the dance floor, and you imagine what their life must be like. Maybe they left the kids at home, determined to spend quality time together and go on adventures while they’re still young. Or maybe they just met tonight, two singles just looking for a night of fun.
“A tequila sunrise for the lady?” The bartender’s voice cuts through the music as he sets down the orange and yellow drink in front of you.
“Oh, I didn’t order that…,” your voice trails off as you shake your head.
“Ah, the gentleman over there sent it over.” He gestures to the other side of the bar to a man seated alone. You look over at the man and see him hunched over the bar, drinking a dark liquor out of his glass. Eyes trained directly at you.
He’s very handsome. No, scratch that, he’s gorgeous. His long black hair is slicked back, and he’s wearing a dark button-up and jeans that are probably worth your entire paycheck.
You tip your glass to him before taking a sip as a thank you. He lifts his own glass in return, a sly smirk appearing on his face. Before you know it, he’s sliding into the stool next to you.
“Hyunjin,” he says as he introduces himself, his voice low and sultry. It’s not often that a stranger leaves you speechless by looks alone, but he definitely does.
Other than your obvious nervousness, the conversation flows quite well. He’s an artist from Korea, and also flying solo on this cruise. You don’t ask why, whether he had someone he was supposed to come with, or if this was his plan all along.
It’s a quarter to midnight when he leans in close, the spice of his cologne filling your nostrils, and whispers in your ear, “Come dance with me.”
The floors vibrate as you step onto the dance floor, guided by Hyunjin. The flashing lights reflect on every nearby surface and illuminate the crowd. You sidestep a couple of drunken passengers, leaning into Hyunjin for support. He smiles at you as he lets you hold onto him.
He takes your hand and starts to move to the beat. You’re not the greatest dancer, but you try your best to loosen up. You accidentally step on his foot, and you look up at his face in horror as you profusely apologize. But he just laughs it off. His laughter is contagious, and for the first time this trip, nothing exists beyond this moment.
He leans in close and says the words you’ve been waiting to hear all night.
“You wanna get out of here?”
You’re no stranger to a hookup in international waters. It’s not exactly a common occurrence, but it does happen. You just skip over that part of the night when you go back to write about it the next day, your boss never the wiser.
Your back hits the door as it locks, Hyunjin’s lips attacking yours once you’re both alone. His hands held your hips firmly as he rolled his into yours. You can feel his cock straining through his pants, eager to be free.
He peels you off the door and guides you to the bed. Your knees hit the edge, and the two of you topple over onto it.
His hands move from your waist to your thighs, hiking your dress up. He moves his mouth to your neck, kissing and nipping up the side. Your hands are busy tugging at his clothes and his belt all at the same time.
He steps back to unbutton and snatch his shirt off, then undoes his belt and jeans with one hand while leaning over you. He is so fucking sexy, you almost wish you had gotten to know him a bit better before doing this.
You pull him closer with your legs, craving his touch. He hikes your dress even higher, and dips his head even lower, leaving a trail of soft kisses along your belly just above your waistline.
“Fuck, Hyunjin—please,” you plead, raking your hands through his gelled-up hair.
He doesn’t reply, he just kneels on the floor in front of the bed. He slides your lacy black panties down before spreading your thighs wide. His fingers part your folds, giving him a perfect view of your cunt. And then, he lets a string of spit fall directly on your clit.
He’s playing with his food. That’s how you feel anyway, not that you’re complaining. You let out a whine, partially from impatience but mostly because you can’t believe he’s so hot and a little freaky. Then, finally, you let out a noise that sounds like somewhat of a cross between a sigh and a moan once his tongue finally touches you.
The man eats like he’s in a desert, and your juices are the only thing that can quench his thirst. His tongue is long, reaching in spots you didn’t even know existed. He leaves long licks from your entrance to your clit, savoring every drop you give him.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he hums, sucking your juices up.
He uses his thumb to trace your folds, taking note of what makes you squirm so that he can do it again. It’s not long before he’s pressing two fingers inside of you, curling them just the right way to make you see stars.
“Fuck—keep going, I’m gonna come,” you cry.
“That’s the goal, sweetheart.” He’s smug, which makes him hotter. You want to roll your eyes from annoyance, but they end up rolling for entirely different reasons.
He picks up his pace, fucking you with his fingers while his tongue circles your clit. Your cunt is making the juiciest sounds, and he’s eating all of it up. He’s rutting against the side of the bed, chasing friction for himself, making the bed squeak under the two of you.
He’s intense, but not in an overstimulating way. Everything he does is just perfect. You thank the stars in your head because not once have you had to give him instructions, a rarity these days. You’re straining to keep your orgasm back, wanting to feel this for as long as possible.
“Come on, give it to me,” he says, and you can’t hold it back any longer.
Your orgasm crashes over you, hard, and you cry out in pleasure. Your cunt pulses around his fingers, and your thighs latch on the sides of his head as he coaxes you through it, slowing his movements down gradually. Your legs are still shaking by the time he leans down to plant a kiss over your clit.
“Holy shit,” you say, because they’re the only words you can think of after having the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.
He stands up to lean over you, wiping your juices on the back of his hand before leaning down for a kiss. You reach for his waist and start to pull his boxers down when he stops you, grabbing your wrist.
You look at his eyes, waiting for an explanation.
“You don’t need to—,”
“I want to.” God, what you wouldn’t give to have this man’s dick inside of you.
“No, it’s not that. It’s—I, um…I already came.”
You blink at him. He stands up straighter to show you, and sure enough, you look down and see a wide wet patch on the front of his boxers. Your brain doesn’t compute because it’s the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen.
“I, uh, tend to get off on other people’s pleasure more…” His voice trails off as he explains himself.
You think about getting down on one knee, right then and there.
“I hear there’s a chapel on the ship,” you joke.
He laughs, trying to hide the blush that’s forming on his face. “You trying to make an honest man out of me already?”
“After that—absolutely,” you chuckle, still coming down from your high. “But I’ll buy you dinner first.”
“How about a shower first?”
The water runs off your back as you watch him lather himself up. You were expecting this to be more awkward, or maybe he’d want to bolt right after. But his lingering presence felt more comforting than you’d expected.
You almost invite him to spend the night, before stopping yourself. He’s a stranger that you just met, maybe he has other plans, other people he wants to see. You don’t insist when he goes to leave.
“I’ll see you around, I hope,” he says as he’s getting dressed. And you really, really hope you do, too.
He excuses himself from your room, and the silence fills the cabin with the click of the lock. You feel a smile creep across your face before you can stop it. This trip is going to be one for the books, you can already tell.
The pool deck is crowded when you arrive shortly after lunch. The sun is especially hot today, given the lack of trees and buildings to provide shade while at sea. Still, you strap your bikini on and find a quieter corner to sunbathe in while dipping your toes in the pool. You throw your head back, soaking up the sunlight, and relax.
“Is this seat taken?” A voice breaks through your thoughts and startles you.
You open your eyes to a man you don’t recognize. He’s on the shorter side, and he could definitely use some sunscreen, judging by the bright red that coats his skin. He’s really, really not your type.
He sits down next to you before you have the chance to protest. At first, he sits way too close, so you scoot out of his way, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible. You’re polite, nodding your head to whatever he’s saying, which is a long-winded speech about how fascinating cruise ships are.
It’s boring. Mind-numbingly boring, and this man is not attractive enough for you to pretend to be interested. You should really leave. You’re not interested, and you don’t want to waste the man’s time, or yours, any longer than necessary.
“I should go—,”
“Wait wait, one more thing—,”
“Darling?” you hear as a familiar figure approaches from your peripheral vision.
Hyunjin. He looks down at the two of you, loose tank top, dark swim trunks, and sunglasses perched on the tip of his nose. You can’t help but beam as he sits down.
“Hi, honey,” you say sweetly, leaning into his shoulder. “This gentleman was just telling me about…sorry, what was it about boats?”
“It was cruise ships, and never mind, you’re clearly not interested.”
He gets up before you can give him a polite goodbye, which is probably for the best. Maybe you should have said something sooner, but the look on that man’s face when Hyunjin sat down was priceless.
What are you even thinking? He probably just saw you from across the way, noticed the uninterested look on your face, and decided to step in to save you from embarrassment. He’s not yours, he’s just a nice guy.
“Thank you,” you stifle a laugh as the man walks out of view. “I had no idea what he was talking about.”
“You looked like you were in trouble,” he says with a smile. “And like you needed a refill.”
He places a cold glass into your hand, the same pinkish orange drink you’d sipped on the previous night.
“Another one?” you ask, playfully. “Careful, or I might start thinking you like me.”
“I do,” he says plainly. “You like me, too.” He laughs as he finishes his drink. You feel a flutter in your stomach, like he knows exactly what you want to hear.
“Says who?” you ask, eyebrow raised. You definitely like him, but you’re not about to give him the satisfaction just yet.
“Says God. I went to the chapel and asked him myself.”
“There is not a chapel on board,” you laugh, snorting a bit. “I made that up.”
“There is. I just went.” His straight, convincing face makes you laugh harder.
“You’re very humble, you know that?” you tease, pushing his shoulder a bit.
“You love it,” he winks, and your heart does a stupid little flip. To your surprise, he excuses himself, stands up, and leaves you to finish your drink and sunbathe alone. He disappears into the crowd of people, and you’re still smiling to yourself.
You want to ask him out, maybe to dinner at your next port, but you decide against it. You like him a bit too much, you think, and it’s easier not to let yourself have something if it’s just going to be ripped away from you in the end. Korea’s far, after all.
You go to bed that night wondering what it might feel like to fall asleep next to him.
Who are you to deny yourself the finer things in life? That’s the question you ask yourself as you’re pacing back and forth in your suite, getting ready for the evening.
Maybe Korea is too far. Maybe it’s too far for anything serious, but this is a vacation. It’s five days of living your life to the fullest so you can go back and tell everyone how cool the world is. And living your life to the fullest means asking out the man who made you see stars and not caring where it ends up.
You check yourself in the mirror. It’s a beach port, and you’re hoping to spend most of the day relaxing in the sand and swimming in the ocean. Your swimsuit shows off your body, and your coverup leaves little to the imagination—exactly how you want it.
Making stops in different countries is one of your favorite parts of a cruise. It’s fun to see the beaches, the different towns, and maybe do a fun activity or two while you’re there. The locals are always helpful, pointing out the best restaurants and the places you must see.
But today you have a different mission.
You spot him hunched over the beach bar, laughing with the bartender. He notices you almost immediately, his smile wide as he waves you over. His hair is wavier today, curling at the ends. It’s fluffy, and you have to resist the urge to find out if it’s as soft as it looks.
He orders you the same drink he’s ordered for you the past few days, before leaning in close. “I want to show you something.”
You follow him down the beach, drink in one hand and your sandals in the other, before you reach an area where the beach curves inland. It’s more secluded, away from the big crowds, and the water looks calmer.
“I swear it looks bluer from this side,” he says, sitting down in the sand. You’re close enough to the water to see the bubbles from the waves, but far enough so you won’t get wet. The sight is beautiful, with the sun starting to go down, and the colors in the sky complement the ocean well.
“Why tequila sunrises?” you ask him as you look down at your drink, taking a sip.
He glances at the glass, then shrugs his shoulders. “You didn’t complain the first time.”
You huff out a laugh. “So you’ve just decided that’s my drink forever?”
“Until proven otherwise.”
“What if I wanted something else?”
His lips curve into a smile. “You’d tell me.”
It’s not a romantic answer, but something about the simplicity of it makes your heart warm. The suggestion that if you wanted something different, all you had to do was ask and he would oblige has the butterflies in your stomach going wild.
The conversation begins to dwindle as the sun sets. You look beside you, and Hyunjin isn’t looking at the sunset anymore. He has a book in his lap and is delicately flipping through the pages.
“What’s that?” you ask, gesturing to the pad of paper in his lap.
“A sketchbook.”
“Oh yeah, you’re an artist. What do you draw?”
He flips through the notebook and shows you tons of tiny sketches of different figures. A man holding a child’s hand on the beach. A couple leaned against the railing, staring fondly at each other. A woman quietly reading a book in a corner.
They’re all people. Different kinds of people, from all over the world.
“They’re my muses.”
It’s beautiful. Not just the drawings, but the craft itself. The skill it takes to see something and then draw it out on paper, the patience it takes to make sure the lines are all right, the passion and the will to want it to get it right—it’s all so inspiring.
He has such a beautiful view of life. And not only life, but the people who make up the world you live in.
“Can I do one?” you ask. You may not be an artist or really the best at drawing in general, but you recognize the art and the beauty behind it and want to give it a go.
He flips the book to a fresh page and hands it to you along with a pen. You look around the beach at all the people, and decide there is only one person worthy of drawing.
You turn your body to face him confidently, staring at the features on his face. He gets the hint and poses with a hand on his chin and a big smile on his face. His cheeks are all bunched up, and his eyes are squeezed shut. The sight of him makes you laugh. He looks a bit ridiculous, but it fills you with a warmth you find hard to describe.
“Sit still,” you say after a couple of minutes of silence. Your lines are jagged because you can’t stop laughing, and the light is getting lower as the sun goes down. You hope that he doesn’t judge your awful drawing, but there’s nothing you’d change about this moment.
“You look cute when you’re concentrated.”
“Shhhh! I’m working.” He barks out a laugh.
It’s hard to concentrate when every time you look up, he’s staring at you. There’s a certain glint in his eyes that makes your heart skip.
“Done,” you finally announce.
He scoots back towards you to get a closer look. You hand him the sketchbook to show him, and he bursts out into laughter.
“It’s not that bad!” you argue, crossing your arms in defense.
“No, no, no. It’s beautiful.”
It’s objectively terrible. His eyes are uneven as hell, his nose is crooked, and his hair….you’re not even sure you gave him enough hair. And you forgot about his ears.
“It doesn’t even look like you,” you say, pouting a bit. You did try really hard, but it’s just not your thing.
“Well, I love it anyway.”
He’s so much softer than you first thought. You admire so much about him, from the way he carries himself to his outlook on life and how he views the people around him, even strangers.
You don’t even realize that your eyes are locked on his until he starts to lean in closer. Your lips meet, much softer than the first. He brings a hand to your cheek, caressing you gently. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, and he follows. You swear the only thing missing is fireworks behind your head.
“We have to get back on the ship,” he pulls back to whisper. “Come to my suite.”
You nod, and he helps you to your feet, brushing sand off both of you before walking back onto the dock.
His suite is massive—on the top level of this side of the ship, with a beautiful ocean view. The king-size bed sits perfectly in the middle of the space, and there’s even a fireplace. Your company would have never put you up in a place like this.
“Wow,” you say, gaping at the room. “How successful of an artist are you?”
Maybe the question is in poor taste, but when he said artist, you assumed it was a “starving artist” kind of vibe. Not this.
But he laughs it off. “A couple of my paintings sold at a charity auction not long ago.”
Successful enough to have paintings sell at an auction, apparently. Wealth isn’t something you’d normally care about, but being successful at doing something you love is so hot.
There’s no point in dancing around it anymore. You want him badly. A grin spreads across your face as you pull him towards the bed. The nerves flutter in your stomach as you lie down, guiding him on top of you.
He kisses you with a burning passion, like you might never see each other again after tonight. He moves down from your mouth, kissing along your jawline. You thread your fingers through his hair and let out a small gasp when you look up.
There’s a mirror on the ceiling. A gigantic mirror, right above the bed. You can tell whoever designed the space tried to be fancy, adding some kind of etching details on it. Quite a choice for a cruise line, but maybe a bit exciting nonetheless.
He looks up at you when he hears you, and follows where you’re looking before bursting out in laughter.
“I’ll be honest, I had no idea that would be there when I booked this.”
“It’s kind of hot though,” you reply. He looks at you with wide eyes for a moment before going back to kissing you.
You’re barely wearing anything for him to take off, but something about him carefully untying your bikini strings sends your head spinning.
He works his way down from your neck to your chest, before kneading at your breasts and taking one in his mouth. He moves his tongue around your nipple before sucking gently, and you let out a moan when he lets go with a pop.
“I love it when you make that sound,” he sighs, taking your other breast into his mouth.
You tug on his tank top, signaling him to take it off. He peels it off his back and tosses it on the floor somewhere. He reaches down between the two of you and tugs your bottoms lower, sliding them off to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
Your legs part for him instantly, and you can already tell you’re soaked. He sucks at your neck at the same time he dips his hand between your legs, and collects some of your juices before bringing it up to his lips for a taste.
“You taste so good,” he whispers in your ear.
“Let me taste you, too,” you say softly. You reach down to palm him through his shorts, and he lets out a moan into your ear.
You push him back gently, feeling up his toned torso and pressing your lips to his neck. He still smells good after a day at the beach. You suck at the spot just above his collarbone before you work your way down to his chest, leaving a trail of kisses as you go.
“Leave as many marks as you want,” he says gently, combing his fingers through your hair. Something possessive inside you triggers, and you leave several bruises down his torso.
You reach his sharp V line and pause for a moment, untying the strings on his swim trunks and sliding them down slowly, licking your lips. His hardened dick hits his torso with a heavy thump. He’s gifted in more ways than one, to say the least.
You start by licking a slow stripe up his shaft before you chicken out, earning you a moan from him.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” he says, voice low as he slides his hand through your hair to pull it out of the way. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.”
His words embolden you as you drag your tongue up his length again, slower, before swirling it around the head of his cock. The taste of his precum hits your mouth, making you hum around it.
“Fuck, just like that,” he says, grip tightening in your hair. He tries to keep from bucking into your mouth too soon, letting you set the pace.
You take him in slowly, relaxing your throat and letting him sink all the way in. Your head bobs up and down, your hand stroking at the base of what you can’t fit.
“Shit, your mouth feels incredible,” he groans. “Look at me, I want to see those pretty eyes.”
You glance up at him through your lashes, hollowing your cheeks as you take him deeper. His moans are getting louder, and he can’t stop his hips from bucking up into you.
“Fuck, come here,” he says, guiding you off of him slowly. “I’ll come right now if you keep looking at me like that.”
You crawl your way back up his body, licking the salty taste of his precum from your lips. He pulls you in for a kiss, and you grind down against him, the skin-on-skin contact driving you wild.
“I need you inside me,” you gasp between kisses. “Please.”
He flips the two of you around, and you giggle as your back hits the mattress. You pull him in for another kiss before inhaling sharply as he dips his hand between your legs.
“Tasting me really got you goin’, huh?” he teases, slowly running his fingers through your folds.
“Fuck—Hyunjin, please, I need you.” You’re not ashamed to beg for him, hoping your desperation turns him on.
“I got you, baby, just wanna make sure you can take all of me.”
The stretch burns as he nudges the head of his cock inside. Your legs wrap around his legs instinctively, pulling him closer. The two of you let out a chorus of moans as he sinks in deeper, much too slow for your liking.
“Holy—fuck, you’re so tight,” he hisses in your ear, hand gripping your hip hard.
He slams in the rest of the way until he’s buried to the hilt. The fullness is overwhelming in the best way. You look up at the ceiling, the visual of him fucking you makes your head spin.
“You gonna watch while I ruin you?” he grunts in your ear as he starts to move.
You can’t even bring yourself to respond, the feeling of him sliding against your walls makes your brain fuzzy.
“Harder,” you manage to get out.
“Yeah? You want it rough?” He brings a hand to your throat, squeezing the sides gently. The circulation being cut off sends your eyes rolling into the back of your skull.
He sets a punishing pace as you watch the reflection of him fucking you. The sounds of skin on skin clapping together fill the room, mixed with his grunts and your moans.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, slowing to kiss your temple. “Fucking made for me.”
Your cunt clenches around him at his words. “I’m yours,” you mutter out as he picks up his pace again.
“Come for me, baby. I’ve got you.” He moves his hand from your hip and slides it between you, rubbing quick circles on your clit. At the same time, he gives your throat a light squeeze. His thrusts get sloppier as he gets closer to his own release.
The combination sends you over the edge. You see stars, and you cry out his name as your orgasm hits you hard. Hyunjin follows right after you with a deep moan, burying himself deep as his cock pulses inside you.
He stays inside for a long moment, letting you both catch your breath. He leans down to wipe loose strands of hair from your face and press a soft kiss to your lips.
Your mind starts to race when he pulls out to get a clean towel for the two of you. You really, really like him, and the idea of flying home and never seeing him again feels like a punch to the gut.
Hyunjin opens the balcony door to let fresh air in before lying down next to you. Neither of you speaks for a long while, just cuddled up in each other’s arms, tracing lazy patterns over each other’s skin.
“Korea’s too far,” you mumble, the sadness evident in your voice.
His hand stills for a moment before he lets out a long sigh. “Yeah, it is.” He smiles down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
It’s too good to be true, too perfect to keep. You want to bottle up these small moments you’ve had together and hold them close forever.
“I have an idea,” he says. “What if we book this same cruise next year? Same dates, same place, same ship. I’ll even book the same room so we can have the mirror again.”
You laugh, giving him a playful slap on the arm. But you look up at him and nod your head. “I think I like that.”
“We don’t have to figure everything out tonight. But maybe we can have this again. Maybe a little more next time.”
You bring his jaw closer to yours, kissing him slowly.
“Deal.”
a/n: ahhh thank you for your patience my life has been crazy! sorry if this one feels rushed! please let me know if you liked i've been going back and forth about it all week ahaha ♡
────── y/n has been playing genshin with “Chris” whom she met one day on the game. They’ve been voice chatting and playing together everyday. She’s an open book but chris.. she doesnt actually know anything about him.
sc: 12 + written part !! from suvvra guys tysm for the love on this series, ur all so sweet. Sorry this part took so long I've been really busy and the next part might take longer too cause of that. And sorry for any mistakes in the written part, English isn't my first language!
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You’re sitting with Jen, at her apartment infront of the mirror. Both in your outfits and finishing up your makeup and hair.
“You’re really texting your mystery man before a stray kids concert?” She asks you while finishing her curls
“He’s not my mystery man” you mumble
While putting the curling iron down she glances at you- serious. “Baby, what’s his last name?”
“It’s not important-“ she cuts you off
“Where does he live?” You groan “Jen-“ you get cut off again
“You don’t even know what he does”
You point a makeup brush at her
“He works.”
She scoffs and goes back to looking in the mirror “mhm that narrows it down”
At the venue - in line
Your phone vibrates in your pocket. A text from Chris. He’s been checking up on you a lot, it’s weird. Not like his usual self.
Jen peeks over at your phone and rolls her eyes “oh my god not Chris again, just have fun!”
“He keeps texting me, it’s weird” you tell her.
She shrugs her shoulders “he’s always been weird, I told you from the start.”
You sigh, putting your phone back in your pocket and move forward with the line. You can’t get it out of your head. His texts are so unusual for him.. “long line?”, “don’t use all ur money haha”, “I hope you get the best view”.
You frown, looking at Jen “maybe he’s just being sweet?”
“Or a stalker” she crosses her arms. Stopping the conversation about him.
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After long hours of waiting, you’ve both finally made it to your places right at barricade.
“Ugh, what’s with him? He hasn’t texted me back for so long now” you check you and Chris’ chats.
Jen groans dramatically, snatching your phone and shoving it into her pocket “forget him! Just have fun. I told you! He’s busy”
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The concert starts, and of course you’re having the time of your lives.
When it ends you’re both squealing with excitement, exiting the venue. Jumping excitedly, you hold her hand as you both head out
“It was so fun! I swear they looked over multiple times they got so close to us!”
Jen chuckles, holding your hand as you vibrate with excitement “they definitly looked over a lot. Guess they just know pretty girls when they see them” she pokes ur arm and you squeak and chuckle.
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Back at Jen’s apartment, which was only a forty minute drive from the venue. The second you step inside you both collapse onto the bed, exhausted but buzzing with excitement.
“I swear chan kept looking at us during maniac!” You laugh
“Yeah, at your pretty face. I would too” she says back and you nudge her shoulder, rolling your eyes.
Your phone chimes. A message from Chris.
Chris: “Hope you enjoyed your concert. Just got off work. It was a long day, but worth it :)”
Attached is a blurry photo
You frown, zooming in to see it properly. It isn’t a desk, or an office.. it looks like a hallway. Black curtains, cables running across the floor and multiple water bottles.
“What is this?” You mumble. Jen leans over immediately to look. “Let me see.”
You hand her the phone and she stares at it for a few seconds before her expression slowly changes.
“Y/N..”
“What?”
“This isn’t just any ordinary workplace”
“It could be”
She zooms in
“No no cmon look.. this is definitly backstage at a concert! I’ve seen a ton of videoes of idols backstage this is exactly it!!” She sits up excitedly
You sigh “But that would be weird.. who could he even be..?”
“Isn’t Chans name also Chris..? Maybe this is why he never said anything about himself!!”
“Jen that’s a stupid idea it couldn’t be…” you take your phone back, doubting your own words.
You look back at the photo. The time he sent it.. what he said.. when he stopped texting… it all does add up.. but no it couldn’t be, could it?
You know what he is, you've seen every side of him, even that side. Your friendship is finally blossoming into something you've both been keeping to yourselves for too long... Vowing to take it slow, because you both care too much, you're unaware that his condition will force him into compromising situations now that he's got you...
wc - 9.3k
warnings - explicit sexual content, monster fucker, p in v, multiple orgasms, biting/teeth involved, mentions of him marking body with teeth/nails, it's rough, he bangs her up pretty good, dom!chan, sub space?, free use?, friends to lovers, chan can shift into a wolf, he's called chris in this sors but i like chris yes i am that girl, spooky vibes, this is a part of the creu/plumverse.
notes - written for @minkieater and i's kinktober 2025. .⋆♱ (reposted)
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 24TH, 2025
JIANGSHI
He ran off campus before you even had the chance to stop him.
Cold, damp, drizzling, the air all a bit misty, a fog hanging thick like curtains to peer through, you tiptoed over puddles filling the dips in the ground of Kiken University and pulled your sweater over your shoulders. Lumpy, smoothed over with age-old concrete and limestone, the walkways were a minefield, you and your best friend Yuna leapt over cracks and obstacles with your elbows linked together.
“He didn’t tell you where he was going?” she asked you, stepping over a patch of moss.
Clinging to her sweatshirt, both of your hoods up, you shrugged and hopped over a puddle, taking her with you. “Nope. He usually does, if he’s got work or something, but he disappeared. Didn’t even stop at the corner of Wattz and Fallon’s.”
Pouting, she gave you a glance, her glittery eyeshadow gleaming in the warm glow of the ancient street lights. “He always stops.”
Copying her face, you mumbled, “I know. He always stops.”
“Maybe,” she sang, swinging your arm around, skipping a few times, “He’s surprising you.”
A gentle roll of your eyes made her giggle. “Cute, but he’s not surprising me,” you said, looking up at the grey, almost black sky. “Something’s up.”
Yuna’s curious eyes followed yours, squinting at the abyss that lived above you. “Like what, has he been okay?”
“I think so,” you sighed, scouring the sky. Letting go of her, you spun around and walked backwards, eyes pointed up. “He would tell me, though. He’s always told me.”
Burying her hands in the pocket on her front, she asked, “Told you what?”
Furrowing your brows, you shook your head and turned around, hooking your arms together again. “Nothing. It’s nothing, he’s fine, he’ll call me.”
A gentle smile bled onto her cheeks. “He’ll call,” her voice lilted, a cutesy song, “He likes you.”
Groaning aloud, dramatically, you knocked into her side, nearly pushing her into the constant flood of water that flushed down the curbs of Jiangshi. “Let it go,” you muttered, “He said it once. We said it once.”
Yuna wiggled her brows, leaning into you, her lips almost grazing your cheek. “And you guys have been ignoring it since!” She jumped on her feet. “Get to it!”
Scoffing, you shot her a glare. “There is nothing to get to, Yuna. It’s… complicated.”
“How?” Bouncing her knees once, dragging her feet, she droned on, “You guys have known each other for so long, you’ve been friends for so long, you’ve both had feelings for so, so, so long, you should’ve never been just friends in the first place.”
“We’re just better this way,” you said quietly, looking back up into the clouds.
She blinked at you, then tipped her chin backward. “What the hell are you looking at? It’s Jiangshi, it always looks the same. Dark, raining, miserable.”
Tugging her closer to you, for warmth, for comfort, you averted your glare to the ground and shrugged loosely. “Nothing, just… looking for the moon.”
Pushing your apartment door open with your sneaker, you stepped in, flicked on the yellow lights that buzzed to life and flickered occasionally, and stripped yourself of your wet clothes. Shoes first, you kicked them off by the door, leaving them there to dry next to the other three pairs in your rotation of Jiangshi weather safe shoes. Pulling your hoodie off from the bottom, you turned the corner into your smaller bedroom and threw it in the hamper next to the bathroom door, doing the same to your jeans, slipping yourself into sweats to shield you from the Jiangshi cold.
Pulling your hair back, your socked feet took you into the kitchen that ate up half of the space with the living room. Yanking open cabinets you pulled down a mug and some kind of tea your aunt sent you to the city with. She told you it helped ward off colds and different sicknesses one could catch from the dreary weather. It tasted good, though an acquired taste at first, cinnamoney, some peppermint, a bit of warm and cool all at once, a type of sensation that began to help you sleep after you became accustomed to it. It would knock you out all night, nothing could wake you up.
Turning the water on the stove, you leaned against the counter and folded your arms over your chest. Pictures lined your cabinets, polaroids, strips from photobooths, photos on printer paper, all full of friends, a few of you and your aunt, most of them you and Chris…
His wide, real, genuine smile, brighter than anything you’ve ever seen. The sunshine in Jiangshi. Your sunshine. You couldn’t help but smile too, every time he would. Even looking at the photos, you felt it in your cheeks. Comfort. A constant in your life that moved all the way out here with you, two people not knowing where the hell they were going in life, but knowing that they needed to do it together.
Jiangshi’s been good to you both, school rocked, you fell in love with your classes, your professors, but for Chris, it changed his life entirely.
You knew him, deep down to his core, he’s never belonged anywhere more than he has in Jiangshi. Up in Iloa, a dry city full of stuck up assholes, you both found a place you belong here, but Chris, he found family.
It was hard to not feel jealous, a lot of his time he used to spend with you, he now gave it to the friends he’s made, the family he’s found, and as much as you understood, as much as you knew he needed it, it hurt.
Your constant became an every now and again. A ‘maybe I can, let me just see what Minho is doing…’. You became a filler in his life, someone he’d come to when everyone else was busy.
You’ve met his friends, seven of them all with the same sharpness in their features, the puppy in their eyes, the literal warmth radiating off of their bodies– God, you’d hate to be stuck in close quarters with all of eight of them at once, testosterone aside, the body heat, you’d suffocate. You can hardly handle sitting too close to Chris on the couch.
They were a great group of guys, Chris has told how they’ve taken him in, how much they’ve taught him, the confidence they’ve fed him… He found his place. He found his pack.
But, that used to be you.
You were his pack. Words spoken to you back home in Iloa under a new moon, embracing the utter calm before the storm.
The feelings were new, though they’ve been buried within both of you for years. Neither of you expressed feeling more until a month ago. In his car, parked down an alleyway in the rain, housing a pizza while the CD he burnt for you played on repeat in the background of your giggles and endless chatter. Somehow the pizza box ended up on the floor of the backseat, somehow you crawled over the console, somehow you wound up in his lap, and somehow, someway, he had kissed you.
It’s been weird since then.
That night, one that made you feel things you’ve never felt before, the look in his eyes, the flash of gold brand new to either of you, something he’s never done, or been able to do, something shifted.
Something changed.
And though he hasn’t been avoiding you, that night hasn’t ever been talked about since it happened, but he wasn’t exactly making an effort to see you.
Pouring the boiling water into a mug, tea leaves swirling in the ceramic before settling to the bottom, you hooked the handle around your fingers and started for the couch, tiptoeing, being oh, so careful to not spill a drop on the floor–
BAM! BAM! BAM!
You spilled more than a drop.
Leaping backward, tea splattering over the floor, body taking a screenshot, you nearly tossed the mug onto the counter, spilling even more tea over the linoleum.
“What the fuck,” you grumbled, wiping your hands on your sweats, checking them for burns, unable to process what had just happened.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Spinning around, eyes wide, your door shook with the force it was banged upon.
Doors didn’t open in Jiangshi, not after you were already inside. Once inside, you stayed inside. Anyone who came with you stayed inside as well, no strays allowed.
“It’s me, let me in!” Except one. “Please,” his voice broke, his accent thicker than ever, and… was he slurring his words? “Fuck, I can’t…” The sound of him moved away from the door, the shuffling of his feet heard on the wood of the landing outside.
Stepping closer, you shouted, “Chris?”, and heard him gasp.
Then, the hair on your arms sprung straight up, a chill shot down your spine, and your ears were pierced by the disgusting sound of sharp nails on metal. Dragging. Digging. Carving their way into the doorframe.
Covering your ears until he deemed himself satisfied, you grabbed onto the doorknob and held it tight, peering out of the viewer you could only see the top of his head. Wet, stringy blonde hair pushed backward, his head hanging forward, down, his shoulders rising and falling significantly, heaving air through his lungs. He looked like himself, just tired. And soaked.
Both hands were pressed to either side of the door, waiting.
Patient.
And when he lifted his head, a shock shot through your nervous system.
Bright, burning golden eyes glowed in the dark of night, his sharp canines extended in both rows of gorgeous teeth, his lips parted, brows pulled together, distraught, somewhat hurt… Actually hurt. A gash on his bottom lip greeted you after his tongue swiped over it, red staining his teeth. On his arms, scratches upon scratches, not deep enough to worry, but enough to discipline.
Your heart squeezed between your lungs. This has happened before, a fight with one of the guys, one he cowered away from after learning his place, where he stood, and he came to you, and you patched him up. You took care of him, and he slept on your couch, and he sipped that special tea.
That night his eyes didn’t glow. That night his canines weren’t growing, and retracting, and growing again, nor did he have the need to dig his nails into absolutely anything, they never even made an appearance even after his moans and groans in protest of the sting of you cleaning his wounds.
“I can’t let you in,” you said softly, keeping your voice steady.
Tilting his head sideways, squeezing his eyes shut, nose scrunching, he muttered a fast and quiet, “Yes-you-can.”
Glancing at the locks on your door, one on the handle and two security hooks inches above it, you moved slowly and latched them both, doing your utmost best to not make a sound. His nails creased the metal of the doorframe and your whole body cringed. Peering out at him, he tipped his head back and whined. More animal than anything.
“Don’t, don’t,” he breathed, pushing from the door, digging his hands in his hair. His elbows were just as scuffed as the rest of him. His black t-shirt, filthy. His dark ripped denim jeans, filthy. “Don’t use those locks, let me in, please.”
“Chris, I can’t, you know that,” you said, your tone gentle.
His head tilted again, the other way, a sharp movement that made his eyes shut once more, like the sound of your voice triggered him. Watching him stagger backward, you can see that he’s more bulky than his usual form, his muscles bulged in his sleeves, his chest threatening to rip through the fabric. The curve in his back, the slightest hunch, the bend in his knees, ever so small, but there.
“What is happening, the moon isn’t full,” you said, and he winced, teeth baring, teetering forward, not in control of himself, slamming against the door, his claws digging into it. Jumping away at the force, you withheld the yelp in your throat, knowing that if he heard you, and you were scared, he’d never forgive himself. Leaning back into it, laying a hand over your chest, you peered through the viewer. “Where did you come from?”
He lifted his head. The glow of his eyes had gone back to normal, sweet caramel chocolate swirl a relief to see. Gasping for air, his teeth having not retracted just yet, he shook his head. “Minho’s,” he mumbled.
“Why did he hurt you?”
Chris clenched his jaw and swallowed, tightening his brow, humming to himself as gold began to course through his irises. “Mmm’he didn’t,” he mumbled, loosing a breath, some sort of smile gracing his pretty lips, a flash of Chris, your Chris. “I hurt him,” he admitted, trying to laugh, “I can’t… control this right now.”
Throat tightening, you took a breath. Minho. “So, he what? Set you free? Fought back, lost, set you loose on the city? Great leader you’ve got there.”
He growled.
Oops.
Teeth shooting out, eyes flashing red for all of two seconds, he threw both fists at the door and shouted. “Keep his name out of your mouth!”
“Chris!” Raising your voice although it shook, you shifted your hands to your belly, holding onto yourself tight.
A whine ripped through him, a pathetic gasp to follow. Face contorting in anguish, he collapsed onto the door, laying his cheek to it. “M’sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t mean that, I can’t- I can’t-”
Pressing yourself to the door, you sighed. “Can’t control it, I know, it’s okay, Chris.”
Moving faster than humanly possible, he shot straight up, eyes aglow with gold. You heard his hands, his palms brush over the door, no nails to follow. Gaze darting around, searching, his brain logging things impossible to you, his nose scrunched and he groaned.
“He sent me here.”
Your eyes went wide. “W-Who did? Minho?”
Chris swallowed, eyes narrowing, nose twitching with a frown of his lips. “Yeah,” he whispered, and you heard his hands move around the door. “There was nothing he could do for me.”
Appalled, you scoffed and tapped your fingers on the door. “And, there’s something here I can do for you?”
He looked directly at the viewer, startling you. “Yes,” he whispered. He blinked, the gold dimming. Slamming his palms on the door, he walked backward a few steps and shook his head. “No, what the fuck,” he mumbled to himself, dragging his hands through his hair and over his face. “No, no, no. Tell me to leave,” he said, walking back up to the door, “Tell me to leave, right now.”
“Chris, you’re hurt, and you’re not okay, I can’t just-”
He slammed his hands to the door, harder than ever, the vibrations moving through the metal, moving through you. “Tell me to leave! Now!” His scream, it should’ve scared you, should’ve been the red flag, but the gold of his eyes, the gold you saw that night in his car, on his lap, his hands on your waist, little space between you, between kisses…
You put the tip of your finger on one of the locks.
One little slide and it would come undone.
Chris tightened his jaw. “What are you doing?”
Incredible how you made no sound, yet he could hear you.
Golden eyes glanced into the viewer, glanced at you.
Pushing with your finger, you let the chain clang against the doorframe, and watched him berate with himself once more. Somewhere between man and wolf, his consciousness fist fighting for control and losing miserably.
“Don’t. Don’t, please, don't," he mumbled as your finger moved on top of the second lock. “If I can smell you through the door, I won’t be able to… Don’t do it. Tell me to leave.”
Your whisper made him moan. “You won’t hurt me.”
His fists hit the metal. “That was before…”
“Before, what?” You slid the second lock open, and he sighed, his teeth sharpening, his eyes burning brighter, the sounds he made growing louder.
“Don’t open the door,” he begged, “Please, I can’t… I won’t be able to stop. I know I said let me in, don’t listen to me. Do-not-listen-to-me.”
The last lock ticked, and he snapped. Eyes pointed at the handle, body on alert. So still it was as if anyone could walk by and not see him.
You’ve never felt more like prey in your life.
But, why did it feel… good?
Twisting the handle, he didn’t move. He didn’t move until you pulled the door all the way open. He barely got a look at you before he curled into himself, pressing his hands to his face, over his eyes, over his nose. Collapsing backward, he fell against the doorframe and groaned so loud it rang in your ears.
“Chris,” you whispered, and he shot you a glare, clawing his hands at his sides, no nails in sight.
Eyes burning gold, he scrunched his nose and took a step into your apartment, slamming the door behind him. Large, bulky, strong. Much, much bigger than you. Though he looked himself, he most certainly was not himself. With one heavy step toward you, almost a charge, you leapt back some and he hurled himself into the kitchen. The dramatics. Throwing himself over a counter, burying his head in his hands, he groaned, body and muscles twitching, trying to move, his consciousness holding his own.
“...alone, leave it alone, can’t, can’t, can’t…not right…why’d he make me do this…smell, the smell…”
You made out every other word of his grumbles.
“Smell?” you questioned. “That’s the second time you’ve said that.”
Snapping his neck, he glared at you. Pure wolf. “You smell.”
Blinking, lips parted with an afterthought, you scoffed. “Excuse me?” Taking a hand to your hoodie, you lifted it to your nose. Soft lavender. “I changed when I got home. If anyone smells, it’s you, wet dog.”
He tried a smile, still bent over the counter. “That’s what you smell?” Rolling your eyes, you nodded. “Keep it that way,” he whispered.
“Why?”
“...Because.”
“Because, why?”
“Because I said so.”
“Because you said so?”
He pounded his fists into the counter, standing up to full height, shoulders rolling back, asserting every bit of dominance. “Just listen to me.”
Every muscle in your body that had tensed since he first knocked on the door had seemed to relax. “Okay,” you whispered, and he whined, collapsing back over the counter. “Chris, what’s happening?”
His nails sprung out, hands grasping the linoleum for stability. “Tell me… to leave,” he muttered into his beefy bicep, voice low, gravely.
“No, Chris, what the fuck, I am not telling you to leave, there is something wrong and I’d rather you be here with me, then out there-”
Pushing himself off the counter, he stumbled backward into the stove, clawing at his t-shirt. Breath ragged, he shook his head with vigor, his brows pleading with you in a language you didn’t understand. “You don’t have any idea what’s happening,” he grumbled.
Glancing around your apartment, you held out your hands and let them fall to your thighs. “Do I look like I know?”
In three quick paces he was in front of you, looking down at you, centimeters from your face, body heat wrapping around your throat, your lungs, your middle, your core. Breathing through his nose, his golden eyes fluttered shut and he sighed, shakily, jaw squaring, body stiffening, throat contracting…
Turning away from you, he hurried a step into the living room and folded himself in half over your couch, more unintelligible moans and groans falling from his lips.
“Chris,” you opened your hands once more, following behind him. Whirling around, he grabbed your wrists and yanked you into him, wedging you between him and the sofa. Towering above you, his thighs pressing into yours, broad chest impenetrable– you were stuck. “Chris.”
Taking your trembling voice for what it was, he rolled his eyes and huffed, leaning into you, lips brushing over the shell of your ear. “Your body,” he whispered, chills erupting down your arms, your legs, “Begs to be bred.”
Gasping, wriggling in his grasp, you cursed your legs for how they pressed together, for how your body seemed to react. He moved slow, pulling his lips, his hot breath from your ear and the expanse of your neck, looking down at you with warm glowing eyes. Alluring.
Gazing up at him, his sharp features, you whispered, “I-I’m… I’m…”
“Ovulating,” he spat through his teeth. His voice, broken, gritty. “Fertile.”
Sucking in a breath, a warmth spreading under your skin that had his chest heaving, you whispered, “And, you can, you can-”
He curled his lip, leaning into you. “Smell it.”
“Right,” you breathed, and he parted his lips to drink it in, a soft growl on his tongue, his eyes dropping to your mouth, “And… because you can… You want to-”
His eyes flickered to yours. “Fuck you.”
A barely there whimper fell out of you, and he started to smirk. “You’re in heat,” you stated, and he ran his tongue over his teeth, his canines, his consciousness slipping further and further away the longer he stood this close to you. Gulping, your own consciousness telling you to run from this, the pull of his gaze and the warmth of his body and the strength in his grip and the promise of receiving a piece of him you’ve wanted for oh, so long now…
“That’s why Minho sent you here,” you whispered. He didn’t bother to listen now, hearing you’ve got it all figured out, he stared at you, sized you up, a plan in his head he set in stone long ago written on his smug face. “You told him that-”
“That I love you,” he whispered, a peek of him coming through, “Yeah, I did.”
“You lo…” The words cut off with a breath, your own breathing on manual now, and not because of the beast that was about to make you his dinner. Going limp in his hold, body weight falling onto his chest, you shook your head in tiny. “Chris… We said we’d go slow.”
He tilted his head to the side, a minute movement. You weren’t sure who spoke, or who you were speaking to, or if he could hear you clearly, if he could think clearly. “Can’t.”
His body wrapped around you, the heat, the persuasion of his eyes, everything else melted away.
“You don’t speak to me for like a month, and now you-”
Strong hands wrapped around your jaw, tipping you back. A flash of gold washed over you just before he brushed his nose over yours, his gaze falling to your lips. Warm air trickled from between his lips, down your neck, the blaze burning over your skin, down your chest, over your arms, your middle, between your legs, a brazen forest fire, uncontainable, one that twisted every thought with a devilish whisper of you want this…
Barely pursing his lips, he kissed you gently. A miniscule roll of his lips onto yours, entirely chaste, and you kissed him back just the same, a barely there push of lips against his. Inhaling deeply, a flutter in your heart, you took in the scent of something sweet, a soft flower, nothing too sharp like lavender, or poignant like rose, just, soft.
Comfort.
Allowing it to put your mind at ease, reminding yourself that this was Chris, the boy who spilled his feelings to you in a jumbled mess of words that half made sense, the boy who has always smelled this soft, the boy who has shown you his other side countless times and has never once ever hurt you… You stretched your arms over his chest, looping them around his neck, parting your lips to deepen what he’d been afraid of, sliding your tongue over his bottom lip– He ripped himself away from you.
All of your weight rested on him, when he jumped across the living room you had to catch yourself on the couch he’d been pressing you to. Sucking down air, startled by how he moved, breathless from how long he’d been kissing you, you whirled around and threw your hands out at your side.
“No,” he snarled, resting his back against the wall across from where you stood. Digging his fingers through his hair, he couldn’t look at you. His body tried to charge for you, though. “No, it’s not happening.”
Resting your hands on the cushions, you pressed your fingers into them. Gulping, you drug your eyes up and down his form, over every bulging muscle, every heave of his chest as his mind and body went to war, the ragged breaths tearing through his full, plump pink lips delectable as ever, the obvious bulge in his jeans he couldn’t deny if he tried.
Every sigh made your skin crawl.
Every twitch of his hips pooled saliva over your tongue.
Every flash of gold he beguiled your eyes with soaked your panties.
He moved far from you, but you could still smell him.
Soft, fresh clean laundry, a clear spring day, the first gust of air stepping into an ice cream shoppe.
Your muscles tensed.
Squeezing your legs together, bending at the knees, you furrowed your brows and clawed at the couch cushions, the sound triggering him to snap his neck in your direction, eyes focused, ears pointed at the sound. From your fingers to your lustrous gaze he studied. He stood up straight, head cocking to the side ever so slightly. Curious.
Body on absolute fire, the need wedged within your thighs unbearable, humiliating, you clenched your jaw and watched as he attempted to retract his claws, his teeth.
But, his eyes, burning as bright as the need coursing through your veins, like your feelings fueled their glow, gave birth to their very existence, they knew you were empty.
You’ve never felt it more than in this very moment, unable to recall the last time you ever did feel it.
Chris whispered with a scrunch of his nose, “I can smell you from here.”
“I can smell you, too,” you whispered back, and he raised a brow.
“No, you can’t.”
“Yes, I can.”
He took a steady breath. “Wet dog?”
Biting on your bottom lip, you blinked and gave him a smile. “Delicious.”
“Shit,” he sneered, spinning around, pressing his hands to his face. Prowling around the couch, tiptoeing behind him though he could hear every move you made, you smoothed your hands over the expanse of his back and trembled at the knees, something resembled a quiet whine slipping through your lips. “Don’t look at me anymore,” he said, then whispered, “Why did he tell me to come here?”
“Because I need you to fill me,” you breathed, and he shot straight up, hands pressing to the wall.
Scent thicker behind him like this, every thought of what if dissipated, the only one left behind is that of a thought you kept for yourself late at night, what it would feel like to have your legs wrapped around his waist as he slipped inside of you.
The sweetness grew tenfold.
“Chris,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his middle, clinging to his back, a mere koala hanging off of him.
More than a want, more than a need, your body craved him.
Taking a hand from the wall, he placed it over yours on his chest. Heavy, hot, strong. “It’s different,” he grumbled, shaking his head, letting it hang. “It won’t be me.”
“Yes, it will be,” you begged, pushing yourself against him.
Holding onto your hands, he turned and pressed his backside to the wall, tugging you into him. Nose to nose, he thinned his lips and shook his head. “You’re already close to halfway gone. Do you hear yourself? This isn’t you, it’s the-”
Gold pulsed in his irises as you clenched around nothing, his voice tickling your skin.
Snapping his mouth shut, he groaned to himself, attempting a deep breath. Leaning into you, his lips close to yours that you tried to catch and he wouldn’t let you, he whispered, “If I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
“That’s fine, that’s-”
He spat, “At all. Until I’m done, until my body is satisfied, until it knows you’re…”
The breath that pushed through your lips made him break his gaze, glaring elsewhere in the room.
“Bred,” you whispered. His breathing grew heavier, every exhale waltzing with a soft grunt that made you want to shove your hand in your pants. “This never happened before, why now?”
Chris’s throat tightened, his hands tensing around you. Shrugging, he mustered up the courage to look at you with a heavy sigh, “Because, it clicked. We’re it.”
Lips tipping up, you slid your hands down his front. “No shit, I can feel it.”
Catching your wrists before they slid too far, he groaned and pulled them up to his chest. “I can tell.”
“And now you have to give me a baby,” you whispered.
Throwing his head back, he just about roared, his groan echoing against your walls, gold eyes shining brighter than they have all night. Gripping your wrists with a vengeance, he peered down at you, gold like a siren song luring you into bed. “You tell me to leave, we can get through this. Let me go, and we’ll-”
“No.”
He flashed you all of his teeth, his canines, and glared at you. “No?”
Narrowing your eyes, lowering your brows, trying to hold onto him as tightly as he held onto you, you said it again with a snap of your jaw. “No!”
Grunting, he pushed off of the wall and towered over you, walking you backward through your living room. “Did you hear me? What I said?” Excitement flooded your senses, sugary sweets lingered in the air, his heat fogged your windows. He paused in the doorway of your bedroom. “If I start… I won’t be able to stop.”
You wanted him everywhere, his size, his teeth, his strength. Sideways, in your bed, over the back of your sofa, on the kitchen counter, naked, sweaty and making a mess of each other, unable to get enough, utterly famished, and you needed him to pump you full, milking himself dry, as many times as it’d take, you were his to ruin, to claim.
Your body gave you away, it was as if he could read every thought.
“You don’t know what you’re asking me to do,” he whispered, voice quiet. He knew he’d lost.
You needed him inside of you yesterday. Pressing your thighs together, smiling as his nose twitched, you rose to your tiptoes and brushed your lips over his cheek. “But, you do.”
Wrenching his eyes shut, he grasped the doorframe. Breathless, he admitted, “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t,” you whispered, kissing his cheek, dancing a hand over his chest and thundering heart. “You could never hurt me. I know you won’t. I want you.” He opened his golden eyes to your innocent smile. “Please?”
Arms engulfing you, he picked you up effortlessly, tossing you back onto your bed made with a plush grey comforter and about a hundred pillows. Through a laugh, you bounced on the mattress and sat up on your elbows, reaching one hand out for him to grab, but he opted for your ankles. In the dark, his eyes burned bright, his expression turning from one you knew to one that pierced through you, into you, deep.
Pulling you toward him by the ankles, you giggled and hummed as your hips met, circling yours against him, grinding into him. He laid over you, his feet firm on the floor, taking your forearms in his, laying you backward on the bed, pinning you down. Jaw clenched tight, he stared at you, his breath shallow and quiet. Nose just grazing your skin, he moved with caution, sizing you up, gaze eating you alive and examining you like he wasn’t sure you were good enough.
Breath tickled your neck, his nose and his chin nudging you gently, a predator stalking his prey.
In the quiet of your bedroom his soft grunts of contentment rendered your brain dizzy, every release like he pushed a finger inside of you, bringing you closer to the edge without even touching you. His tongue drug up the side of your neck, the faintest touch, tasting you, his groan melting into one of your own, a heavy breath caught between your bodies. Aside from his hands, his hips pressing into yours, he didn’t touch you, but his teeth did, soon after his tongue teased beneath your ear.
Arching into his chest, sucking in a breath, the tips of his canines drug over your neck, Chris pressing them into your skin below your chin, his entire jaw almost locking around your throat. If he finished shifting, he’d fit your neck between his teeth easily, too easily. Even now he’d be able to rip into it, his fangs seemed to grow sharper the longer he toyed with you.
Your shaky breath startled him, the push of air making him cower backward, his head dropping and his shoulders rising, his hands pressing yours further into the mattress. His shoulders had widened some, his form larger, every muscle bulkier, thicker, veinier. You could feel the claws on his fingers digging into your arms, just as sharp as his teeth that now poked out over his pink lip.
The final form before the last.
Exhaling through his nose, the breath heavy and hot, his glowing eyes stared into yours.
He didn’t blink.
He didn’t move.
An apex predator.
One as smart as he was strong, as beautiful as he was rough.
He could kill you, right now, and he’d make it quick, a simple task for a monster of his size, his intelligence, but as his golden eyes finally blinked, and cotton candy wafted through the air, the sturdy jaw that’s clamped down and ripped through a plethora of nothings you care to remember, it softened. His lips parted, and both sets of teeth poked through, a gentle growl sneaking out of the depths of him.
Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath shook with every sigh, your hips desperately ground against his. Lifting your head, coming nose to nose, you whispered, “Chris?”
Grizzly breath poured over you, your man now more creature than ever. Voice rough, scratchy, so deep that it vibrated inside of you, he forced the words out of himself. “M’still here.”
“Good,” you whispered, brushing your nose side to side over his. “I’m-”
He pushed down on your arms, knocking you back on bed. Throwing his head down to your chest, his back curved and he groaned, loud, you’re certain you heard a crack.
Gasping, you squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head away.
This was it.
Panting, a whine escaping with every breath, you attempted to melt into the mattress, unable to even contemplate how you were going to get out of here. “No,” you whispered, listening to him groan, listening to him try to fight it. You’ve been through this before, you’ve both tried everything, there was no fighting it. “Don’t, Christopher, please,” you babbled, shaking your head, “Don’t. It’s me… it’s me. You won’t hurt me, you won’t, you love me. I love you, you can’t…”
He’d stopped moving. When, you weren’t sure.
Shutting yourself up, you held your breath and opened your eyes, looking down at him. Back still curved, eyes still golden, teeth pointed, he stared at you through his lashes, laying over your belly, watching you. You didn’t dare to say more, nor did you think to move. His glare had softened, his breathing evened out, the shift was incomplete physically, still somewhat man, but the way his eyes darted back and forth between yours, to your lips, back to your eyes…
He’d gone feral mentally.
And he moved with the pace and strength of an animal.
Letting go of your arms, he grabbed the waist of your sweats and pulled, ripping them to shreds and throwing them to the floor. Holding your breath as he climbed onto the bed and crawled over you, two sizes too big, you laid flat on the mattress, eyes wide as he grabbed the collar of your hoodie and pulled, lifting you with it, ripping the cotton off your body like he was shredding mere paper.
Letting you flop back on your comforter, he crawled a little higher, his thighs straddling your shoulders. Reaching between his legs, he hooked his hands under your arms and pulled you up to your pillows, his thighs now caging yours to the bed. Like a ragdoll he moved you, you were certain he could move mountains in this state.
Quiet sounds left him, ones mixing with the power of your breaths with each of his movements, his purrs curious, and satisfied thus far with himself. Wrapping a hand around your throat, he didn’t press, but he tipped your chin upward, meeting your eyes with a small smile, sitting on top of you tall, too big, intimidating.
You wanted him to crush you.
If everything else got bigger…
“You wanted to get fucked,” he grumbled, tilting your head side to side. “Naked under all that?”
A quiet whine slipped from your throat, making him wince. “I-I was home for the night, I didn’t…”
He pushed your chin back further with the back of his hand, his fingertips pressing to the sides, dizzying your head further. “I don’t wanna hear it. You were aroused when I showed up,” he growled, dropping down on top of you, his lips ghosting yours, “Were you gonna touch yourself tonight?”
Trying to breath, your airflow restricted, gazing up into his golden glow, you whined, and nodded.
He smirked. “You do almost every night, don’t you?” Dipping his tongue out, he licked the seam of your lips, huffing as you nodded again, trembling under his grasp. “I know you do,” he whispered, and your eyes went wide, your brows flipping over. “So cute,” he grumbled, fingers squeezing your neck. “You forget I can smell you, when you’re horny, when you’re ovulating, when you’re bleeding, when you’re desperate for someone to take care of you, don’t think I don’t know what you think about when you’re making yourself cum on your fingers.”
Writhing beneath him, you whispered, “You.”
Chris grinned, dimples blessing his cheeks, canines pressing into his lips. “Acting all innocent when you meet me in the morning like you weren’t imagining me on top of you while you were three knuckles deep the night before.” He nodded behind you. “Moaning my name into these pillows? Huh?” He smirked and drug his tongue over your jaw. “Can’t let the neighbors hear you, yeah?”
“Chris, I-”
He didn’t let you finish. Straightening his brow, he released your neck and reached between his legs for your hips, pulling you out from under him. Sitting on his knees, he scooped his hands under yours and pushed you backward before he gripped your thighs and lifted you onto him. Gripping the sheets, nearly shouting his name, you looked up at him from the pillows and whimpered. He had you bent in half with your feet locked behind his neck over his wide shoulders and his head between your legs, holding you up with his body.
Fingers pressing into the curve of your thigh, the dip of your hips, the round of your ass, he fluttered his eyes shut and took a long breath, an inhale of pleasure and a warm exhale of power over your slick, your body shaking in his hold.
Tightening around nothing, a plea, a beg for him to give you something, you pushed your head backward, grabbed fistfuls of sheets, screwed your eyes shut and shouted, barely recognizing yourself, “Chris, please, give it to me!”
You’re met with gold for but a second before his tongue dips into you and your eyes roll back, your toes curling.
Finally.
Whining as his warm muscle drug through your arousal, you gasped as he clamped you down to his chest and abused your clit. Tongue swirling, flicking, teasing, lips smacking, pulling, sucking, teeth nudging, never hurting– he moaned into you, golden eyes admiring you falling apart at his mercy, his cock growing harder with every cry of his name. Plunging his tongue into your entrance, he took one thumb to your clit and pressed, and twisted, and pressed again, tongue fucking you, every smack, every squelch, disgusting… It brought you closer. You’ve never been sprung so close to orgasm so fast, ever.
Sappy sweet wrapped around you, warped your mind, furthered the ecstasy pulsing through you, the heat searing through and out of your body. Chris, nothing but Chris, you couldn’t think of anything else, the world washed away with the rain pelting your windows, you couldn’t hear any of it, the wind, the howls outside, all that was left– Chris, his whimpers of pleasure, his thrusts against your back, his cock, heavy and full of cum that you needed inside of you…
His to use, his to fill, his to breed.
You were his. The gold in his eyes spoke to you, telling you exactly that. You were his. You’d never need anyone else ever again, he was yours.
Thrashing against him, impetuous wails filling the air, wracking the walls, this wasn’t supposed to feel this good. You could stay here forever, bent upward, pinned to his chest while his tongue made love to your pussy and his cock speared you in the back.
“Don’t stop,” you gasped, reaching to grab onto his thighs, your nails digging into his muscle. “Chris, god, please, don’t stop, M’gonna cum!”
Circling your hips, grinding on his tongue, he growled and your body went still. Blinking up at him, he wrapped both arms around your thighs and pulled you tighter to him, baring his teeth, eyes pointed. Tongue pressing to your clit, he leaned over you, pushing you into the mattress as he furthered his assault, working faster, quicker, moaning louder, listening to you, and then, one of his hands dropped to your throat.
Fingers squeezing the sides, you went silent, lips parting, a breath caught in your lungs. Going dizzy, every thought fuzzy, the only whispered mantra falling from your lips Chris, chris, chris… Hips pressing up against him, vision searing white, you arched off of his chest and cried. Thighs closing him in, you shook violently, and he kept going.
Reaching up for him, fingers tangling in his hair, you tried to push him off, but the glare he shot down to you sent you retreating. Trembling, your entire body vibrating, the sounds that came out of you were pathetic, embarrassing, you couldn’t take it, it was too much, he needed to stop, your walls were tightening, your second orgasm stared you in the face, and he needed to get inside of you.
You said it all out loud, a mess of words strung together in some form of incoherent babbles that made him snicker.
“You don’t even know what you want,” he grumbled, holding onto your thighs as he moved backward and dropped you down to the mattress. He reached behind him for the collar of his shirt and pulled it off of himself, his hair a mess on top of his head. Crawling backward on top of the pillows, you pulled your knees into your chest and watched him, your bottom lip lodging between your teeth.
Shaking, aftershocks like waves washing through you, you tried to take deep breaths.
For what, you weren’t sure.
Chris unfasted his pants and pushed them down his hips, tight boxers escaping as well, his thick, long, eager cock springing up, tempting you. Lips parting, you ogled his leaking tip and licked at the corners of your mouth. Heart thundering, your breathing shallow, you gulped and looked up at him, smug as ever.
Tongue dragging over his bottom teeth, pressing to his cheek, he lowered his chin. “Come here.” His golden eyes had gone dark, burning deeper, persuading you utterly submissive. With a meek shake of your head, the size of him intimidating, he narrowed his eyes and growled. “Gonna make me say it fucking twice,” he raised his voice, lunging for one of your ankles, dragging you in front of him quick with a yelp, “I said, come here.”
Palms pressing to your thighs, he spread you open and laid over you, his lips locking with yours, the taste of you still on his tongue. Moaning into his mouth as he pressed his tip to your entrance, the sheer difference in size making you both shudder, you threw your arms around his neck and closed your eyes.
“Tiny thing,” he muttered in shared air, dropping his head to peer between your bodies. Nudging your hole, he bared his teeth with a snarl feeling you close up. Taking his lips to your ear, he kissed your lobe and whispered, “Relax.” Holding onto him tighter, you could only whimper. Brushing his lips across your cheek to kiss you slowly, he hummed against your lips and whispered, “Let me in.”
“Chris.”
“Shhh,” he soothed, touching his nose to yours, “Look at me,” and when you listened, he smiled, and the gold calmed you.
A blanket of comfort.
Warmth.
Chris.
A gentle waft of the earth after it rained passed through the air. Your legs spread backward as you gazed up at him, lifting your chin to give him a kiss, taking an involuntary long deep breath as your eyes fluttered shut and a pressure grew between your legs. His head dropped to your shoulder with an erotic whimper, and as the smell of rain dissipated and the facade of the gold broke apart, you clamped yourself around him and cried out.
He had sunken into you entirely, the stretch so unbearable it felt good. Big, bigger than anything you’ve ever had, bigger than what you were even expecting, god, you couldn’t breath, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t do anything but try to breathe, but even then, he thrust into you and knocked it right out of your lungs.
He was splitting you right in two.
And with how he writhed and grunted against your neck, he wasn’t giving you any time to attempt to adjust.
Pistoling into you, drinking up every string of moans that flew from your lips, he wore a pinched brow, his teeth clenched, his pink lips curling. Pressing his forehead to your cheek, to your neck, to your chest, he nuzzled his head against you, his hair, his chin, and when he wasn’t spreading his scent, he was dragging his tongue over your neck, over your lips.
His own pathetic grunts washed over you, the look in his eye not a lick conscious, not a care in the world for how he gripped onto you so tight that his fingerprints were branded into your skin, or for where his teeth went and how hard they dug into your shoulder, or for the press of his nails, in your hips, your belly, your thighs, your ankles…
The bed creaked, moving faster with each thrust, he folded you backward, clawing at the mattress beside your head. Golden eyes glowing brighter, his hips snapped and snapped, the sound of your skin smacking almost as loud as your wails, your cries for more, your cries for him.
He invaded every sense, took over every little signal in your brain, became the one and only thing you needed, the one and only thing you wanted–
“Cum inside me,” you choked out, dragging your nails over the expanse of his back, not doing nearly as much damage as he’d done to you. He growled into your neck, thrusting even faster, so you cried out, voice broken, disgustingly desperate, “I need it, Chris, I’m so empty, wanna be full of you, fuck it into me, breed me, baby, please!”
He roared, pushing into you to the hilt, folding you in half, his legs stretching behind him. Pulsing into you, he moaned so loud the walls shook, and you felt it.
You felt it.
You never can feel it.
You’re not supposed to.
That’s not something that happens, you don’t feel it.
He pumped you full, and you felt it, and he kept cumming, twitching inside of you, soft, weak whimpers hiding in the back of his throat. A sticky warmth he spurted up into you, your belly growing hot, a buzzing within you, calming you. Your body shook, and you tightened around him.
Laid on top of you, a sweaty, panting mess, Chris stirred, propping himself up on his elbows, his head laid in your neck. Groaning with a lazy thrust of his hips, he lifted his head, and you sighed.
He was still hard.
His eyes were still gold.
His teeth were still pointed.
He released a breath and whined. “M’sorry.”
Before you could get out a word, he moved in a flash, pushing himself off you, grabbing onto your waist, flipping you over face down without slipping out of you. Holding onto your hips, he pushed one hand to your back and arched you into the mattress, letting his hand slide down further to grab onto your hair, yanking your head back.
Without warning, he picked up where he left off, quick, short snaps of his hips, harder and harder. “Thought you’d get away with one,” he grumbled, splaying his palm across your asscheek with a slap before he dug his nails into your skin. Laughing as you yelped, keeping you in place with a tug on your hair, he shook his head. “Need at least three to get a bitch fucking pregnant.”
Squeezing him tight, eyes rolling backward, his words spurred you on, your second orgasm impending, seconds from snapping.
“Look at what you’ve fucking done to me,” he groaned. The bed frame wracked against the wall. “You’re nothing but a hole to fuck, a womb to fill, walking around like you have no fucking idea what I have to go through every fucking month, did you know that?”
Through babbled moans, you managed, “No.”
He bent himself in half, his lips brushing your ear, his cock curving up into you. “Better fucking learn. A pretty fucking face with a tight fucking pussy, fuck. How pretty you’ll be full me? This one’ll stick, yeah? You want that?”
Tongue pressing to your bottom lip, entirely fucked out and dumb, you moaned out, “I want it.”
His teeth grazed your neck, his voice spiraled you straight over the edge. “Then take my fucking cum.” Arching back into him, your head pressing to his neck, body writhing, splaying out on the mattress, you cried out his name and he smiled. “Good fucking girl,” he growled with feral thrusts of his hips, pressing hot kisses to your shoulders, “Baby likes getting fucked dumb, huh?”
“Yes,” you whispered, breathless, limbs unable to hold yourself up anymore.
Chris took his arms under you and lifted you up, laying you over his chest, the way he fucked into you– immpossible. Sliding one hand down your middle, he toyed with your clit and snickered as you thrashed. “More,” he moaned, sliding his tongue over your neck, “You’re so fucking wet, I want more, make a mess.”
The sheets under you were ruined. Leaking around him, his cock, his hips, covered. Your thighs, adorned by the mix he fucked you full of… Any more and you’d have to rid of the mattress.
The twist of his fingers and the snap of his hips pushed you over again, for the third time, a silent scream forcing its way out of you, all control you had on your body entirely lost. Limp in his arms, he praised you and laid you down headfirst, his bodyweight on top of you. Clinging to you, desperate grunts in your ear, he thrust into you twice and pushed. Like he wanted to split you in half, spurting into you, warmth filling you, everything going fuzzy.
He kept cumming.
He couldn’t stop.
Pressing chaste kisses to your cheek, to your shoulder, to your back, he shook, and he kept cumming. Whimpers of your name fell from his lips, a sweet song keeping you somewhat grounded, but then you were moved, and you were under him again, and he had you flipped wrong ways down on the bed, and he tried to kiss you, and his teeth were digging into your shoulder, and he pinned your wrists above your head, and he brought you to orgasm again, one that hit you like you’d been plunged under water, drowning in ecstasy, and he wouldn’t stop, and he couldn’t stop, and you made him cum again, your belly so bloated, so full, so good for him…
“...back to me, baby,” you heard him whisper.
Blinking, still in the darkness of your bedroom, you swallowed, or tried to, your throat like sandpaper. Sitting up, every muscle in your body groaned, and a pair of warm hands wrapped around you, pulling you back into their lap.
“Lay down,” he whispered, lips pressing to your temple.
Turning your chin, blinking away the blur in your eyes, you looked up at him and his soft smile and felt your throat tighten. “Chris,” you whispered.
“Hi,” he breathed, smoothing his hands down your arms, over your thighs. He had dressed you, you were in new sweats and a big tee. He’d thrown on a grey pair he kept over here in a random drawer. “You feel okay?” His brown eyes were laced with worry, his brows pulled into the center of his forehead.
No teeth.
No impossibly wide shoulders.
No golden glow.
Just Chris.
Sliding a hand over your belly, you lowered your brows and mumbled, “I feel…”
He sighed, dropping his head, his forehead on yours. “I know.”
His pointless shame made you smile. “How many times did you…”
“Five,” he whispered, closing his eyes.
A laugh caught on your lips. Gazing up at him, you scoffed, and he twisted his brow, confused.
“What?”
“Five times,” you laughed, “I thought I was fertile, it took five times!?”
Chris rocked backward, gasping, half a laugh escaping him. “That’s what you’re worried about right now?”
Laying a hand to his bare chest and his beating heart, his body heat enough to make you sweat, you took a deep breath. “Guess not,” you giggled. Silence wrapped around the two of you for a moment, your gazes saying everything that didn’t need to be spoken aloud. Breaking the quiet, you smiled. “You love me.”
He rolled his eyes and tipped his chin back, dragging his tongue over his teeth before it pushed into his cheek. “Yeah, well, you love me, so what are we gonna do about it?”
Blushing, you took your hand to his cheek and gave his dimple a pinch. “What are we gonna do about what we just did?” He took a breath and nodded, grabbing a hold of your hand, giving your wrist a gentle kiss where marks from his nails were evident. “We can’t have a baby right now, Chris.”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “You have more of that tea your aunt gave you?”
“In the kitchen cabinet next to the stove,” you whispered. “That’ll fix it?” With a simple nod he moved out from under you. Rolling onto your side, your body unhappy, you watched him start for the door. “How do you know that?”
He licked his lips and shrugged, the quietest, “Minho,” coming out of him.
You wheezed, falling into hysterics, and he cowered with a grin. “You bastards!”
He hurried out of your bedroom with a shout. “I love you!”
slow sex with Chan would be no less intense. he’d have you underneath him, pressed into the mattress, maybe with one leg draped over his shoulder or even both. his hands would keep your legs open. it wouldn’t matter how many times you’d already come, how often you’d begged him to stop, or how hard you were trembling and shaking like a leaf.
he’d keep your thighs apart, his hard length disappearing inside you over and over again, hitting that perfect spot deep within you.
his eyes would either be glued to your face; watching the pure bliss brought on by countless orgasms mixed with the sweet ache of overstimulation. or they’d remain fixed on where the two of you were connected; watching that soaked pussy, the way he stretched you, the way his cock buried itself inside that greedy little hole.
“such a good girl…” he’d whisper into your ear, one hand wrapped around your throat, a smirk playing on his lips as he felt another orgasm wash over you.
Synopsis: Your sex lives have never been boring, that much could be said. But when Hyunjin finds something new for you to play out in the bedroom after a much inspiring movie he had watched, it certainly takes it to another level.
-or: Hyunjin wants to see you dressed up as his little student while he ruins you <3
Details: Hyunjin x fem!reader, smut- teacher/student roleplay, spanking, bondage, light pet play, biting, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, choking, slapping, slight foot fetish, dacryphilia, very filthy. wc: 5k
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You'd barely even gotten through the front door to his apartment before he was in front of you. He greeted you with the usual kiss and hug, but there was an obvious excitement inside of him, waiting to be let out. You noticed it immediately, like there was a spurt of creativity he was holding in.
You set your bag down and plopped down on the couch, tired after work, whereas Hyunjin grabbed your foot and started massaging it attentively, a toothy smile on his face. It was clear he was thinking about something. You tilted your head at him.
"What have you been doing today? You seem... happy about something," you said, putting it out there for him to express his thoughts without directly asking. He looked up from his focus on your foot with a calmer smile, his nimble fingers still kneading your soft skin.
"Mm, not much. You know I had that shoot earlier - that went well. Chan wanted me to do some recordings in the studio, so I did that, too. How about you, baby?" he responded casually, listing off all the things he'd done today more or less.
You nodded, letting out a small, pleased hum at the feeling of him massaging your foot. "Work, mostly. It was a bit tiring, but I managed with enough coffee in my system." You let out a chuckle, adjusting yourself against the couch to lay down more comfortably. Hyunjin took this as his chance to switch over to massage your other foot.
He nodded, still smiling calmly to himself like he was thinking about something. You squinted your eyes at him. Your curiosity could only be held back for so long.
"Okay, what's with that giddy smile on your face? What are you thinking about?" you asked, pressing your foot against his hand a little to gain his attention.
He shrugged, like he was trying to brush it off. "Nothing."
You wouldn't have that. "Tell me," you whined.
"It's nothing. Just this movie I watched. It was... inspiring."
"Well, what was it about?"
That made him pause his ministrations on your foot for a moment, biting his lip as he tried to hold back a smile, holding back his excitement even now. He shot you a look, smiling that almost sheepish smile that showed off his front teeth. It made you smile too, chuckling a bit at his reaction.
"Come on, tell me!"
He sat up then, releasing your foot and began to ramble on. "It was this movie about a secretary, and the man she worked for began treating her... well, as a secretary. But whenever she would do something incorrect, he'd make sure to punish her. And she loved it, explored herself in that way. They were both matching each other so well, and it kind of reminded me of us. And just the whole aesthetic of the movie was pleasing to the eye. It made me excited to try something new."
You tilted your head intuitively as you listened to him explain the movie, slowly catching onto what sort of movie it was. How was it that Hyunjin could make something that was supposedly a kinky movie into something that sounded romantic?
Once you'd thought it over, you found it in you to respond to him, slightly teasing, "So what you're telling me is that you watched some kinky movie and thought of us? That's cute." You laughed a little at his enthusiasm about this movie, but you also wanted it to be known that you were listening. After all, you did find it a little flattering that he was this giddy over the thought of doing something with you. "...So what did you have in mind? Since you want to try something new."
It made your face a little hot to ask, but Hyunjin was just excited to talk about it. "One day, I'd like us to roleplay. You're a student and I'm your teacher. I want you to wear an outfit and everything - so will I."
You were a little taken aback, only because Hyunjin had never brought up an interest in roleplay before, but to you the idea was definitely appealing. Still, you let out a small laugh, feeling a little shy when you thought of it for too long, slowly nodding. "Alright..."
Hyunjin smiled, seemingly not feeling shy at all about the topic. He leaned over and kissed your cheek, tangling his fingers with yours as he started talking about something entirely different.
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It had been more than a week since you'd talked about Hyunjin's new fantasy. He hadn't even hinted at it, even though you'd been intimate since then. After a few days, you'd forgotten about it, too focused on life to consider when it might happen.
But then, when Hyunjin came to your place from what you thought had just been dance practice, he plopped a package onto the table. You looked up from your book, raising an eyebrow at him and eyeing the package suspiciously. "What's this?"
He smiled, taking off his sunglasses he'd been wearing and began opening the package. "It's for you."
Your ears perked up a the sound of that, setting your book aside and excitedly making your way towards him. You kissed his cheek in a silent greeting before tearing into the package. Meanwhile, Hyunjin placed his duffel bag on the table and began to look through it, glancing over at you while you opened the package.
Your lips parted in surprise when the contents of it revealed itself and you found yourself holding up a plaid mini skirt, a white, revealing dress shirt, knee-high socks and a matching hairband. You looked the clothing over for a second before turning to Hyunjin, raising an eyebrow.
He was already holding an outfit for himself that he'd packed in the duffel bag, a dark suit and striped tie, a pair of glasses on the table. Finally he seemed to be feeling a little flustered, shuffling on his feet. "I thought we could try the roleplaying thing today... bought us some outfits," he mumbled, almost nervously. Like you might reject the idea now.
His sudden nerves only brought an adoring smile on your face, your fingers holding onto the clothes a little tighter. You nodded. "You want me to change into it now?"
He nodded, his eyes big and clearly trying to hold back the excitement that was hidden under his shyness. You brushed your thumb across his cheek with affection at his expression, finding it cute, before turning on your heels to go change in your bedroom.
Hyunjin cleared his throat, calling out behind you. "Sit by your desk once you've changed. I'll bring in your assignment for correction."
You stilled by the doorway to your bedroom, looking at him over your shoulder when those words left him. It was surprising to hear from him, already sort of getting into character. It sent an excited thrill through you. You nodded once, shutting the door behind you as you walked into your room.
As you got undressed, you could feel your nerves heightening more and more, the anticipation of what was about to happen leaving your stomach in knots. It made you more excited than you'd been in a while.
You decided to keep your underwear on beneath the clothing, since he'd made no comment on what to do with that .There hadn't been any included in the outfit he gave you. You looked yourself in the mirror, taking in the way you looked. You definitely wouldn't have been allowed to wear this at an actual school - skirt so short that your ass was peeking out, cleavage on display... clearly Hyunjin had thought this out.
"Okay..." you whispered to yourself, running a hand through your hair, careful of the headband, before taking a seat by your desk. You weren't sure why you felt so nervous. Maybe it was just the anticipation of it all, or the thought of Hyunjin dressed up in a suit and tie, ready to correct you.
You ran a hand over the skirt, feeling a little skittish, but paused when you heard the sound of the door opening. Your heart lurched to your throat, hands falling to your lap when you heard the sound of leather shoes against the floorboard. The urge to turn around got the best of you, glancing him over your shoulder.
He looked immaculate. His sleek pants were just a little loose, white dress shirt revealing some of his chest under the blazer he wore. And then the tie and glasses - God, did he look good. The tie was loose, adding to his usual characteristics. If he liked the looks of you, too, he didn't make it clear on his face, though he could definitely feel his pants getting a little tighter.
In his hand was a pen and paper, but they were the last thing you were looking at. He raised an eyebrow at you, clearing his throat and adjusting his tie, painfully aware of how you looked at him. His nerves were tickling his skin, but he wanted so badly not to seem awkward. That wasn't what this was about. He slowly made his way towards you, sliding the paper in front of you.
"Miss y/n," he started in greeting, keeping his voice firm. "You're a good student. You aways show up on time, answer in class when I call on you, get good grades - you know how to work hard." He stood behind you now, leaning over you so you could feel the heat of him against your back. He tapped the paper twice with the pen, expecting your gaze to follow. "So explain to me how such a progressive student finds it acceptable to hand in something so mediocre."
You sat there for a moment, just thinking to yourself this is really happening, this is really happening, your eyes locked on how the veins popped out of his hand where he held the pen. Then your eyes drifted to the paper, to a text you hadn't read before, some letters or words circled in red. You weren't sure what to say, still trying to ease into the whole roleplay antic of it all.
"...I'm sorry, Mr. Hwang. I did my best-"
"-You can't even spell basic words right." He interrupted you, still stood behind you, his presence all-consuming.
You swallowed thickly, teeth digging into your bottom lip. His words shouldn't have brought as much heat through your body as they did. You could get used to hearing such authority in his voice.
He leaned over you even more then, placing both hands on the table with his palms pressing against the surface, caging you in from behind.
"It's unacceptable."
You could feel his breath fanning the back of your head, your body tensing up and breathing getting heavier, excitement causing through every part of your being.
"Mr. Hwang-"
"-You will address me as Sir."
You fisted your hands in your skirt, your thighs pressing together as you loosened the smallest of breaths. Maybe you wouldn't even make it to the main event before you lost your mind.
"Get up," he said then, stepping far enough away from you that you couldn't feel his heat anymore. The lack of warmth was slightly disappointing, but the unknown of what he had planned got you over the loss fast.
You stood, ass surely on display from that action alone, your hand shaking a little when you placed it on the chair for support. You met his eyes then, and you had to stop every fibre of your being from not just jumping him right then and there. You were aware of his eyes on you, how they took you in, and even then the tent in his pants made it obvious how much he enjoyed this, too.
"Bend over the desk."
He moved the chair out of the way, giving you room to follow through with his command. And though you did as he said, your movements were slow, making sure to feel remember every moment of this experience. You placed your hands on the table, on either side of the paper, bending over it enough to expose your entire backside to him. You heard the small release of a breath through his nose, felt his eyes on you the whole time.
"Now read the paper. Out loud," came his next command, something you hadn't exactly expected him to say. You knew it was all part of the roleplay, but you had no idea what the paper would even say. From the looks of it, it was just some random excerpt from a text.
"The importance of avoiding smoking," you started with the title of the page, your ears sharp as you heard him shift behind you, only building up the anticipation. You cleared your throat and continued, "Smoking is one of the leading causes of preventable health worldwide. It can increase the risk of serious diseases such as lung cancer, heart disease and res-"
You paused your reading when his hand came down on your ass hard, instead letting out a choked sound at the sudden sting. Your hands pressed harder against the desk, slightly shaky as you loosened a breath. You turned your head to glance at him over your shoulder, but he stood at an angle where you couldn't see his beautiful face.
"Keep reading," was all he said, the tone of his voice lower. He waited for you to continue, expected you to. You had to stop yourself from pressing your thighs together again.
You looked down at the paper, trying to focus on the text, on where you'd left off instead of when the next hit was going to come. "-and respiratory illness. In addition to affecting the smoker-" you read over a couple of words or letters that had been circled, spelled wrong, correcting them as you read out loud, "-secondhand smoke can also harm people nearby-" another smack landed on your ass, then another, halting your reading for a moment.
"Don't stop," he ordered.
"-Including children-" smack! "-a-and non-smokers. Choosing not to smoke can-" smack! "c-can lead to improved physical health, better lung function, and-" smack! "a-and increased energy levels..."
You trailed off, shutting your eyes and breathing out. He was not going easy on you, that was for sure, your ass already stinging, skin raw and only getting redder. There was only a little bit of the text left, but you doubted it would end there.
In one swift movement, he gathered your hair into his hand, yanking it back enough to strain your neck and sting your scalp. "I. Said. Read." He let go of your hair, using the same hand to land numerous sharp spanks against your already sore backside, not stopping until you started reading again.
A broken whimper escaped you before you spoke again, "It can also reduce healthcare costs and improve-" smack! "overall qual-" smack! "q-quality of l-life-" smack! smack! smack!
His hand came cracking down mercilessly, and your legs wobbled beneath you, a pained mewl escaping you. Your nails dug into the wood of the desk, your eyes stinging but your sopping cunt throbbing for more.
He let out an impatient sigh when you stopped reading again, clearly affected by the harsh delivery of each hit. He stopped for a moment, pulling something out from his pants pocket before pressing down on your lower back.
"Start over," he said, to the masochist inside you's great pleasure, but your greedy cunt's distaste. You lowered your head again, your arms already tiring, starting from the beginning of the page again.
You felt a graze of something cold, metallic on your sore behind, causing you to twitch. His hand on your lower back kept you in place, and you wisely continued to read as he raised his hand.
Down came the surface of the cool ruler on your ass, achieving a more sharp and clean hit, but also more painful and punishing. It took everything in you to not just stop reading altogether, instead keeping your focus and continuing to read once the sting of every hit blended in with the rest.
He continued using the ruler, until the once cool metal of it turned warm from the contact with your skin, your ass numb and sensitive, burning hot. Somehow you made it through to the end of the page, tears streaking your cheeks and arousal soaking your panties. He let out a breath from the exertion of abusing your poor behind, setting the ruler down on the desk next to your hand.
"Good. That was good. You have some mind left in there, after all," Hyunjin muttered, his hand brushing over your bruising skin. You whimpered at the pain you felt, though there was something soothing about his gentle massaging of your skin, even if it made you cry more. "Can you say 'thank you', baby? My hand is a little sore after having to correct you. That's your fault, isn't it?"
Hyunjin was clearly into the roleplay thing completely now, you would've even considered giving him an Oscar for his performance. But so were you, forced into it, anyway, with how he'd just smacked the life out of your ass. You sniffled and his cock hardened at the sound. "Th-thank you, Sir."
He hummed, pleased by the sound of you thanking him for his cruelty. He stroked himself over his pants, finding it hard to control himself when you called him by such a title. He'd never heard you say it before but it had almost just made him cum in his pants, despite the composure he held in front of you.
"That's right. You're a good pup, aren't you?"
You nodded vigorously, eager for the praise. His hand moved down to where you were soaking through your panties, arousal coating the lacy material and your inner thighs from having your legs pressed together. You whimpered at the feeling, sensitive but your cunt oh so greedy for more. He let out a groan once discovering the effect he'd had on you. "Oh, puppy, look at you. You liked that, didn't you? Fuck, you're so sick..."
You whimpered at those otherwise offensive words, but when he said it they sounded so right, like he wouldn't have it any other way. And he wouldn't - he was as sick as you, maybe even more so for doing this to you in the first place.
He used his long fingers to push your panties to the side, running them through your slick, feeling how filthy you were. He groaned again, giving you a little reward by curling two of his fingers inside of you, feeling how your walls clenched around them, hungry for more.
"Fuck... Why'd you even bother wearing these anyway, hm? We both know your indecency wouldn't make you any less of a slut."
You moaned, legs leaning against the desk now, trying to keep yourself upright instead of just collapsing to the ground like your body desired. The small relief of his fingers pushing into you after not having been touched brought you a greater pleasure than it usually would've, your hips grinding against them with need.
"S-sir, please- please-" you moaned in desperation, craning your neck as you squeezed your eyes shut. He let you grind against his fingers, too busy watching you unravel at his touch to think of punishing you for doing so. The sound of your begging was just so beautiful.
"Please what, pretty? Come on, you can say it," he muttered, distracted by the beauty of you to make his words any sort of firm. His clothed bulge pressed against your sore ass, the imprint clear through his pants. You whimpered, grinding against him.
"P-please- please fuck me- please, I need it so bad- please, Sir!"
Hyunjin had to stop himself for cumming already once more, his fingers trembling as they exited your sopping cunt. He spun you around, finally letting you face him, enabling you to see the darkness of his eyes behind his glasses and him the tearful look on your face. Just how he liked it.
"Alright, my love."
He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, the soft plumpness of them bringing you a sort of calm. You'd been unaware of how much you'd needed his affection after such a roughhousing, and now that you had it you felt reenergised.
He hummed into your mouth, parting his lips against yours in a slow, but hungry kiss. Even after all that had gone down, he couldn't help but bring the usual soft, hopeless romantic in him out; it was just in his nature.
His hand came up to loosen his tie even more as his tongue rolled languidly over yours, sucking gently on the vessel. Your hands moved to his chest, feeling him over the blazer. He'd even put on some sort of cologne, the scent clinging to the suit, and it filled your nostrils with its pleasant smell. It only made him all the more sexy.
He pulled away to tug the tie off of his head, his lips red and swollen from the kiss, making him all the more hypnotising to look at. He took the tie and put it over your head, wrapping the material around your neck and began to tighten it. The light restriction around your throat made you moan, eyes intensely looking into his to let him know just how much you enjoyed the friction.
He let out a growl, lips twitching at the corners of his mouth, tightening the tie a little more before tugging on the end of it. Your head moved closer to his then, the action sending a shiver down your spine and heat rushing to your core.
You glanced a look at his hard cock where it was begging for release beneath his pants, before his lips were on yours again, a little more desperate and no less hungry. You kissed him back with as much fervour, matching his pace, before lifting your leg up and letting your foot rub the outline of his cock over the smooth clothing.
He groaned loudly at the sudden contact, breaking away from your lips to look down at your foot rubbing over him, the image before him so lewd he could hardly take his eyes off of it. But he managed to gather himself, glaring at you while you blinked innocently, even with your foot over his cock. He grabbed you by the ankle.
He shook his head. "Bad. Bad pup."
He let your leg fall down before tugging on the tie hard enough to pull you forward and make your breath catch in your throat, his teeth finding your neck and biting down hard. You mewled, your hips grinding against his thigh in desperation, the mix of pain and pleasure driving you wild.
"Please..! Please I can't take it anymore-!" You whined, hands trembling as you clung to his blazer, longing for contact.
Even through his own desperation to feel your warmth wrapped around him he chuckled at your neediness, finding your whining adorable.
He let go of the tie for a moment to lift you onto the desk, his heart clenching slightly when you hissed at the soreness of your ass pressing against the wood. But he'd tend to that later. He pushed your skirt up and pulled down your panties all the way, shoving them into the pocket of his pants.
In one swift motion he had said pants pushed down to his ankles, revealing how he hadn't been wearing anything underneath this entire time. His admirable length stood tall and lean just like the rest of him, ready to be buried inside of your cunt. He stroked himself, pulling you towards the edge of the desk, towards him, crashing his lips to yours again. His desperation made it hard to remember to stay in character.
"Fuck, baby- I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me- God, you're so wet," he practically whimpered against your lips as he rubbed his length through your slick, wetting himself in you.
You couldn't stop yourself from looking down at the sight of it, watching as he slowly pushed into you with a groan. You moaned, finally feeling full as he pushed all the way in, your arms wrapping around his neck to support yourself. His hands trembled, wrapping his arms around you in a loving embrace before beginning to move his hips.
He moved with ease, sliding in and out of your soaked cunt like you were made for him, walls shaped to fit around him. He grunted with each thrust, his tip hitting the back of you due to the angle he had you in. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling, your head tilting back, body moving out of your control. You'd already cum just from this.
Hyunjin gathered enough senses to move his face away from where he'd buried it against your neck, hair falling in front of the glasses he wore, watching you fall apart.
"Ah- I can feel you squeezing me, baby. Ngh- cum for me, pretty. Cum for me..!"
His hand moved down, thumb rolling over your clit to bring you over the edge, and he was left in astonishment as pleasure washed over you, your body twitching under his. His lips parted in awe watching your body fall apart, seeing how your face scrunched up and hearing those sweet sounds leave your lips.
Your walls squeezing him tightly made it harder to hold back, but he managed, wrapping the tie around his hand to bring you closer to him again as he kept fucking into you, jaw clenched tight. You could barely open your eyes at first, but the strain against your throat forced you to focus on the present.
Your eyes met his again, taking in the sight of sweat beading down his face, his lips red and parted so beautifully you wished you could eat up every part of him. Just then you gained enough energy back to reach up, wrapping your hand around his throat as much as you were capable of doing, restricting his breathing just slightly.
He let out an almost pained whimper, unable to hold back the sound, hips stuttering. He glared at you even when pleasure threatened to make him spill inside of you, his hand leaving the tie to smack you across the face before tugging you close again.
"You little devil," he grunted, his hot breath fanning your face before he kissed you again, your moans mixing together. You could only manage a small smile against his lips before you were overwhelmed with pleasure again, feeling your second orgasm closing in as he kept fucking you against the desk.
You were both reduced to stuttering moans and heated, sloppy kisses, your highs closing in, bodies moving in sync like a perfect symphony.
"C-cum with me, Hyunjin..!" you choked out, your fingers tugging at the ends of his hair, knowing it would bring him closer. And it did. With a high-pitched moan his hips stuttered, the hot spurts of his cum filling you up as he came. You rubbed your middle finger over your clit desperately while watching him cum, the sight pushing you over the edge for a second time as you arched up against him.
The room was reduced to the sound of your heavy breathing, your sweaty bodies clinging to each other as you both came down from your intense highs.
Eventually you felt Hyunjin move, his hand coming up to stroke the back of your head, lips pressing against your hair. You hummed in pleasure, not wanting to move just yet. You could finally feel the overexertion on your body, the soreness that settled over your limbs.
He pulled back after a moment, taking in the ruined state of you. He looked like he might be amused at the sight, but a mild concern was clear on his face. "You okay? I wasn't... I wasn't too rough, right? You liked it?"
He wanted to make sure you had enjoyed the experience. That you had liked it as much as he had, because he most certainly had liked it. You shook your head and gave him a soft smile in reassurance, leaning into his touch when he brushed his thumb over your cheek affectionately.
"No, I definitely liked it," you said, nudging your nose against his. You couldn't help feeling a little clingy after such a rough session.
He let himself smile then, nodding his head and removing the glasses on his face to rub some of the sweat away. "Good... So we can do it again?"
The look on his face was almost comical, just as excited as he'd been when he had mentioned the idea of roleplaying in the first place. You laughed, resting your head against his shoulder.
"Yeah, we can do it again... although maybe not right now. I don't think I can even stand right now."
He looked down at you then, remembering the abuse he'd caused on your ass, and various other places... Well, he felt a little proud of himself. But he knew to care for you, too.
"Right... Come here."
He pulled out of you slowly before helping you stand, assessing the damage on your backside. He grimaced slightly, the skin already starting to bruise. But he didn't mention that just yet, instead loosening the tie around your throat and pulling it over your head. He almost aww-ed at the tired look on your face, kissing your forehead.
Cw: puppy play, rough deepthroating?, condescending tone/language, “master” kink, sub dom dynamics (I think that’s it tbh”
A/N: mainly wrote this for myself tehe. I’ve also only proof read this once so if there’s any mistake please ignore. Enjoyyyy xx
“Hyune!” you shout from the bedroom, hoping he can here you from in the living room over the music that is booming in your shared bedroom.
“Yeah baby?” he shouts back, soon appearing in the doorway, resting a hand over his head to keep him propped up against it.
“Have you seen my hairbrush?” you ask whilst your head continues to flit around the room in search of it. A smirk pulls at Hyunjin’s lips as he sees it on the side of the desk, hiding behind a bottle of your favourite perfume.
“What.. this one?” he teases, lifting it above your head as you sigh and jump up to grab it. A chuckle leaves his lips as he finds way to much entertainment in watching the way your hands claw for it above your head.
“Aw come on Hyune, don’t be a dick!” you scoff but your tone is filled with more humour than annoyance. Jumping up again, you chuckle simultaneously with your boyfriend “stop!”
“Oh my god, the way you can’t reach it but still keep jumping. You’re like a puppy with a toy!” Hyunjin lets out an entertained laugh at the scene in front of him but his brows quickly furrow as he takes in the shy blush creeping up your now burning cheeks as you look down to the floor and hope he doesn’t notice. “Oh, no baby, I was just kidding, I didn’t mean to offend you! I’m sorry..” his words come out in a rush as he hands you the brush and cups both your cheeks and lifts your head up so your eyes can lock with his.
“I just meant you looked cute like a puppy not that you were a-” his words were cut off as you drop your eyes in embarrassment as if you were caught. He cocks his head to the side with a flare of curiosity in his eyes.
“Wait… you like when I call you puppy don’t you?” He teases with a shiteating grin plastered on his face.
“What?! No- that’s not-“ you fumble over your words as you shift in place in embarrassment, wishing more than anything you could hide your flushed face from him but being restricted by his hands on either side of your head.
“Aw is puppy embarrassed? Don’t be baby, I think it’s kinda hot. I’m just surprised you never told me before.”
“I didn’t think-“ you start to defend yourself but are soon cut off.
“You wanna be a good puppy for me?” He coos condescendingly, tilting his head and you nod shyly in response. “Then kneel for me” he orders as he releases both hands from you, dropping them to his sides.
“Hyunji-“
“Puppies don’t talk y/n. Kneel. Now”
Your stomach fills with butterflies and your body acts before your head can even keep up and you soon feel the cold chill of the tiled floor under your knees. You fight the nerves you’re currently being drowned by and look up at him. The sight of him towering over you was nothing new but in this dynamic, he was breathtaking. His eyes were filled with a new type of lust you’d never seen before and you smirk at the sight.
“Something funny puppy?” He raises his eyebrows as the question leaves his lips and you shake your head in response. “Then wipe that fucking look of your face or I’ll do it for you” He threatens and your pussy flutters at his tone as he slowly undoes the buttons of his jeans, all the while staring down at you with nothing but burning desire. You’re trying not to salivate at the sight of him but you couldn’t fight the urge to grind your pussy against the seem of your shorts that were sat so conveniently, giving you the slightest bit of friction your pussy was craving.
“Is puppy getting a bit needy?” He asks as he takes in your struggling and you nod shyly as he continues to pull his jeans down to just above his knees. “Then suck masters cock and maybe I’ll make you feel good”
He wastes no time in grabbing the back of your head and shoving your face towards his cock. You quickly open up to take him and your eyes widen as he thrusts all the way, hitting the back of your throat instantly. Hyunjin usually allows you to take your time when you suck his cock, allowing you to take his length as quickly or slowly as you would like but not today and he lets out a loud groan as you cough and gag on his cock.
“Good puppy.. fuuuuck” he says as he thrusts harder into your mouth, tilting his head back in bliss and you try to focus on being good for him. You can’t help the tears that fall from your eyes at the overwhelming stimulation at the back of your throat. It was difficult to take all of him but you would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the challenge.
“You’re being so fucking good for me” he emphasises, thrusting into your mouth harshly and your stomach clenches at the act. You rest your palms against his thighs and push against him slightly trying to force your head back to get some relief.
“Hands!” He threatens and you quickly fold your arms behind your back. He slows his thrusts slightly as he senses your struggle even though he knows you will use your safe word hand gesture if it gets too much.
“Is puppy gonna get masters cum down her pretty throat? Hm?” He chuckles condescending as you attempt to nod your head and his groans fill the room as he shoots his orgasm straight to the back of your throat. You hum around him as you take it and he rides out his orgasm, his thrusts getting slower and more irregular.
When he pulls his cock out of your mouth, he kneels down to your height, cupping your cheeks in both palms. “Breathe angel, breathe. It’s okay” he assures you as you try and catch your breath, you chest heaving up and down. His lips press to yours in a sweet and loving kiss, his finger tips running down the sides of your face caressing you and you feel on top of the world.
“Was that okay baby? I wasn’t too rough or anything. You weren’t uncomfortable-“
“Hyune, it was perfect” you say with a smile and his eyes instantly soften.
“Okay. Lie down on the bed baby, im gonna make you feel so good for being such a good puppy for me”
⌗oneofakind — lino and jisung are in a relationship .. but they both have feelings for you
( minsung x fem!reader ) • warnings. threesomes , oral ( m. receiving ), unprotected sex , language 𓄵 word count. 2789 { back to library }
( yeni’s notes ). is it really pride month if i don’t do a minsung fic
jisung was never 100% sure what his sexuality was — maybe he was bi ? he never really had a stable girlfriend , and that definitely wasn’t because he wasn’t attracted to them ; he just didn’t feel strongly for them … but he felt that way away lee know.
lee know was his roommate; and his best friend. lee know was always confident in being a bisexual man , he knew what he wanted , he dated who he wanted — when they first started living together jisung would watch the man bring in a plethora of men and women , he’d be sitting in the kitchen in the morning and they’d be tip toeing out , giving the boy an awkward smile.
the two ended up in a relationship a year after living together; and a year of lee know watch his best friend fight off his feelings for him , before he said fuck it and asked the younger boy out.
three years later , jisung had moved all his stuff into lino’s room , leaving his room empty — which is where you came in , and changed jisungs entire view on his sexuality.
you were his co-worker in your final year of college ; and after many disagreements with your roommate and her bum of a boyfriend — you needed a way out.
you and jisung had become super close at work , you knew about his boyfriend and you met lino a few times , which is why you said yes when he asked you to move in with them , freeing you from your roommate.
you had only been there a few weeks when jisung first felt it for real — maybe he already felt it but he ignored it , he walked into the kitchen and you were making breakfast for the apartment , you had been up early and feeling super grateful you decided to clean the apartment and make breakfast for everyone.
his heart jumped in his chest as you served him his food — the way it only jumped for lino. he was confused because he had fully believed that he didn’t like women , his past relationships compared to his current one with lino proving that , but here you were ; in his sweatshirt he lent to you and never asked for it back , now smelling like you.
over the next couple of months his feelings for you grew stronger ; which made him feel like crap. he had lino , he loved lino — but he couldn’t deny the feelings that were brewing inside of him for you.
and lino could tell.
lino knew his boyfriend like the back of his hand; he knew when something was up. he could tell jisung had a crush on you , and it didn’t bother him at all. even he thought you were incredibly attractive. he’d catch jisung staring at you while he was staring at you.
you were none the wiser about both the boys feelings about you , you were just extremely grateful they had given you a place to stay. of course you thought they were attractive , you’d be an idiot to not think so , but you just assumed that they were in a monogamous relationship and you loved your friendship with jisung.
“you hear what sara did yesterday during closing shift?” you and jisung sat the kitchen table sharing a bowl of ice cream; lino hadn’t been home all day and you both had the day off. “no but im sure we’ll have to fix it tomorrow.”
the two of you laughed ; the door opened lino walked into the apartment seeing the two of you sitting so close , your legs draped over his. “what are you two laughing about?”
“just a coworker.”
he nodded , making his way into the to change into something comfortable , making his way into the kitchen. “what did you two do around here all day , except eat up all the snacks?”
“we watched a bunch of movies , and cleaned up the apartment.” jisung said , you scoffed at him.
“more like i cleaned up the apartment and you laid on the couch watching tv.” jisung smiled sheepishly.
“i helped i put the shoes on the stand.”
lino smiled watching the two of you interact , you fit right in with their couple. “yn im sorry jisung is so lazy , i made him like that.” jisung pouted. “i do everything for him , so he’s used to being spoiled.”
“it’s okay , i don’t mind; it’s the least i can do for you guys after you let me stay here rent free while i finish school.” you said. “i swear i’ll find something soon and get out of your hair.”
that genuinely made jisung sad; he didn’t want you to leave , he liked the way everything was. “there’s no rush.”
and it genuinely wasn’t both of the men wanted you there , even though they hadn’t discussed it together , they both could tell they were falling for you.
“jisung-ah.” lino’s lips ghosted the neck later that night , you had been gone to bed , having to work tomorrow. you were a heavy sleeper , jisung and lino knew this which is why it made it so much easier for lino to pull jisung close to him. “hy-hyung , sh-she’s.”
“she’s sleep , i checked on her before coming to bed.” his hands tracing circles on the boys stomach. “she won’t be up for the rest of the night.” jisung barely had time to react before lino was in between his legs.
“bu-but still what if she wakes up to use the bathroom?”
“then i’d ask her to join.” lino’s finger pulling at his waistband. “i’m sure you wouldn’t mind jisung-ah.”
“ah hyung.” he whined , the thought of you join making his cock stir. “hy-hyung don’t joke like that..” lino chuckled at his boyfriend.
“and what makes you think i’m joking?”
lino pulled the younger boy's pants down. “look at how hard you’ve become.” the elder teasing the boys cock through his underwear , he whimpered. “you must really want her to wake up.” lino smirked.
“jisung-ah, do you want to fuck our pretty roommate?”
lino massaged the boys cock , jisung hissed. “come on, answer my question , be good for your hyung.”
“ye-yes.”
lino pulled down jisung boxers , wrapping his hands around his cock , stroking it. “yeah?” jisungs hips bucking up , fucking his boyfriends hand. “you wouldn’t get jealous about me giving someone else attention?”
“no-not anyone else.” he stuttered. “ju-just her.” lino smirked , releasing the boy's twitching cock , getting rid of his pajama pants , climbing back in between the boys legs.
“just her?” lino lined his cock up with jisungs hole; pushing in.
“hyung!”
lino held the boys hips as he pounded into the younger boy who whimpered and moaned below him. “i bet you she’d sound so pretty , just like you.” lino grunted. “wanna watch me fill her up? fuck her dumb just like i do you.”
“fuck yes!” lino’s hand wrapped around jisungs cock , jerking him off as his cock hit his g-spot , the boys eyes rolling to back of his head. “hyung hard please!”
lino sped up , fucking his cock deeper inside; jisung yelped cock twitching as he came hard into lino’s hands. “hy-hyung fuck i came.”
lino kept going , fucking him roughly until he reached his own peak , his cum leaking from around them , his softening cock slipping outs he fell next to the boy , wrapping his arms around his small waist. “you really like her?”
“i do.” jisung confessed. “i love you , you know i do.” lino listened. “but i can’t deny that i do also like her.”
“i would never hurt you hyung.”
“i know jisung-ah.” he pulled the boy into a cuddle. “she’s one of a kind isn’t she?” the younger boy nodded.
“what if it weirds her out or something , she still is my best friend and coworker?”
“let me talk to her , don’t worry about it.” he said. “i promise.” kissing the top of the boy who was drifting off to sleep.
—
lino stood in the kitchen answering emails when you walked through the door , sitting your bag in the chair. “god work was stressful today.”
he put his phone away; watching you open the fridge , looking for food to fill your starving stomach. “jisung had to stay late to train a new girl.” sitting down with a piece of watermelon lino cut up earlier. “he was so mad , he wanted to come home with me so bad.” you laughed.
“that’s funny because that’s how we got close.” you said. “he trained me on my first day.” taking a bite of the fruit. “soon he’ll be inviting her to stay just like he did with me.”
“i doubt that.” lino said , you looked up from your phone. “jisung doesn’t take to many people like he did you , you must’ve made quite an impression on him.”
“me? i doubt that.” you said.
“what makes you think that?” he asked , you shrugged. “i mean he has you , and you’re like the best thing a person could ask for.”
“and you aren’t?”
“what i mean is , you guys are in a relationship.” you said , he nodded.
“yeah we are.” he started. “but that doesn’t mean we wouldn’t open up our relationship for someone we both have feelings for.” you almost choked on your watermelon.
“feelings? for who? me?” you pointed , he smirked.
“is that so hard to believe?.”
“well yeah i thought you and him were gay.” you confessed. “and i assumed you and him were monogamous.”
“i mean we aren’t going around fucking random girls and guys for fun.” he said. “you’re different , we both like you.”
“jisung likes me?”
“he isn’t exactly subtle about it , you don’t feel him staring at you? you don’t see the way we look at you?” you shook your head , going quiet now.
“am i making you uncomfortable?” he asked. “if i am tell me and i’ll stop , but don’t let this ruin your relationship with jisung , that was his biggest issue with bringing this up — he didn’t want to ruin what you guys already have.”
“im not uncomfortable , just a bit shocked.” you said softly. “i do think you both are attractive though.”
“could you see yourself being in a relationship with us?”
you thought about it for a second; you did care for jisung and lino , living here had been the best thing to ever happen to you , financially and mentally. “i mean i could.” you said , he pushed himself off the counter , you watched him walk over , standing in front of you.
“look at me.” grabbing your chin , lifting up to look directly at him. “i need you to answer it confidently , i don’t want you to get into this and it ends up hurting you and jisung.”
“i could see myself in a relationship with you both.”
his thumb swiping across your bottom lip , he smirked watching your eyes glaze over so quickly. “i knew you and jisung had things in common.” pushing his thumb into your mouth. “so submissive.”
a heat burning in your stomach hearing that information; panties soaking as he pressed down on your tongue , you moaned around his digit , he pulled his thumb out. “so cute , your eyes are blown.”
the door opened up and jisung shuffled in , headphones around his neck as he walked in. “jisung-ah come here.” lino called the boy over.
he pulled the boy into a kiss , you watched jisungs eyes widened and he quickly pulled away. “hy-hyung i told you.” his eyes darted to you and then back at the elder. “not with her here.” he whispered.
“jisung-ah i didn’t take you as someone so selfish , i thought you didn’t mind sharing me.”
it took a few seconds for it to register in his mind , his eyes slightly widening. “really?” he turned to you. “really?” he didn’t know what to do , he wanted to kiss you , he wanted to kiss lino — he was overwhelmed.
“you want to kiss her?” lino spoke up , knowing jisung , he was probably overthinking everything. “kiss her.”
he looked at you for your consent , grabbing your cheeks; pulling you into a kiss , lino watched as you two messily made out , neither one of you dominating the kiss. “okay that’s enough , the chair is about to tip over.”
jisung pulled away , his chin wet. “look at you two , making a mess already and we haven’t even gotten to the bedroom.” lino mocked you both. “get up.”
taking charge , guiding both of you to his bedroom. “get undressed.” he sat down on the bed , watching you both , slowly take off your clothes , leaving you both naked while he was fully dressed. “look at that.” he said, leaning back. “two pretty sluts in from of me , so desperate to get fucked.”
he undid his belt with one hand , lifting his hips to pulling his pants down , letting them pool at his ankles. “knees.” was all he said and you both followed.
he beckoned you both over , freeing himself from his underwear. “jisung-ah you get to taste me all the time.” he grabbed the boys face. “let her go first alright? be a good boy and wait.” the younger boy nodded.
“ok-okay.”
he watched lino tap your lips with the tip of his cock , your lips slowly parting as his guiding himself inside. “good girl.” his hands coming up to run his fingers along jisung scalp , making sure to give him attention. “fuck , your mouth feels so fucking good.”
“take it deeper.” he groaned, watching you gag on his cock. jisung moaned watching the scene unfold , his cock twitching against his thighs. “yeah, fuck.” he pushed jisung forward , giving him the go to join you.
the two of you going down on lino would stay on his mind forever , he was glad you agreed to the relationship — he couldn’t live only having you both like this once. “fuck you two are gonna make me fucking cum.” he groaned.
both of your tongues touching , his hips bucking up as he came , his load dripping from his cock ; both of you licking it up. “fuck.” just the sight of you two makeup , his cum dripping from your chins had him hard again. “get up, both of you.”
he instructed both of you to get on the bed , his cock hung and hard. “jisung-ah , don’t you want our pretty princess to ride you?” the younger boy nodded.
“that’s not how you ask.” his voice stern. “you’ve lost your manners.”
“please ca-can she ride me?”
“why are you asked me?”
he turned to you , his eyes blown; a whimper falling from his lips that made you want to jump his bones. “pl-please can you ride me?”
you pushed him back , climbing on top of him; straddling his waist. “look at you two , so desperate to get fuck.” his words making both of you moan out. “go on , fuck yourselves silly , you already look like it.”
you quickly grabbed his base , sinking down on him. he let out the most pornographic moan ever as your hips began to rock , slowly picking up the past. “yn.
hearing him moan your name , made something snap in lino — he wasn’t holding back anymore. “my two sluts.” he slapped your ass. “fucking each other stupid.”
he grabbed the lube from his nightstand , coating his cock in the liquid , along with the rim of jisungs hole. he lined himself up , pushing himself inside — jisungs eyes shot open due to the immense pleasure. “hy-hyung , yn— oh fuck!”
his body was overwhelmed with feeling of your cunt squeezing him and lino pounding into him. “fuck i’m gonna cum!”
lino’s hand came up to your boob , squeezing them pulling your head back. “doing such a good job.” he praised. “riding our hannie like that , you see how hard he’s about to cum.”
you moaned out , your own orgasm approaching. “gonna fit right in.” he let you go and you came , holding jisungs shoulders as you climaxed.
“oh my god!”
your orgasm triggering jisungs , his hands tightening around your waist as he bucked up into your body , lino hitting the spot that had him seeing stars — shooting his load inside of you , both of you moaning a the warm sensation. “fuck.”
lino still thrusting watching you two make out as jisung softened inside you — he came with a deep thrust , filling the boy with him cum.
the three of you spent , laying in the bed. “you guys have to get up and shower,” he said , the two of you laying there half sleep , he shook his head. “both of you get up , you have to shower and eat.”
he smiled fondly at the two of you , watching you both interact , holding each other in each others arms.
he was confident it was gonna work out even better than he imagined.
its kinda intense but i kind of love those face fucking/throatpie porn videos ... who in skz would indulge and give you that treatment?? minho? maybe hyunie?? touching yourself at the same time and getting off on them using your throat 🫣😵💫 love u vesper
hmhm i can see all of the boys enjoy this in their own ways. let me know your favorite 🤭
cw. oral (f and m rec), slight mxm for felix' part and mention of anal for jeongin's wc. 1015 minors dni.
chan's obsessed with the sight of his thick cock filling your throat. you're flat on your back, head dangling from the side of the mattress to give him prime access to your obedient mouth. he loves to splay a hand over the bulge in your throat to feel himself throb through the layers of skin and muscle. he praises you while you splutter and choke, occasionally playing with your tits and encouraging you with sweet words. instructing you to tease your soaked pussy with your fingers. his perfect girl always gets so wet from having her throat stuffed. chan rarely lets himself cum like this though, preferring to fill up your pretty cunt instead.
minho is propped up against the headboard, waiting for you to come to him. chuckling at the shy kitten licks you give his tip. how cute. maybe he'll let you play with him for a while, watching how you struggle to fit more than half of him inside your mouth. such a pathetic thing needs a little help, doesn't she? are you even trying? before you know it he's got you flipped, his legs crossing behind your head, strong thighs keeping you in a headlock while you heave and choke with your nose pressed into his balls. few things get minho as hard as the sound of you crying and drooling around his cock; heaving in deep, raggedy breaths when he finally lets you come back up for air... only to push you down again.
changbin can't believe how he got this lucky. you're perfect in every way. the sight of your big doe eyes looking up at him while your nose is pressed into his pubic bone could make him cum on the spot. he holds your jaw in his meaty palm, almost tenderly, grunting out a string of curses and praise. you're eager to fit as much as you can into your mouth, taking him all the way to the base and even trying to fit in his heavy balls, too. you'd swallow every drop changbin gives you but more often than not he's pulling you off at the last second so he can cover your pretty face in thick ropes of cum.
hyunjin has turned deepthroating into an art form. to an outsider it might look like a performance, but to hyunjin, it's real. your strap isn't just some piece of silicone to him. he makes sure you can feel every inch you stuff down his throat. he wants you to use him, to tug on his hair until he's a crying mess with drool dripping down his chin. you neglect his aching, caged cock while he can't do anything but sit there and take everything you give him. the ropes tying his arms to his torso will leave a blotted imprint on his skin, reddened marks he'll nurse for hours, thankful he gets to be your pretty little plaything.
jisung didn't mean to move his hips but it just happened. and fuck, the surprised sound you make when his cock hits the back of your throat makes him throb even harder. so can you blame him for bucking his hips up, for holding your head down a little longer on each stroke? the feeling of your throat fluttering around his cock is addicting. it's all your fault. jisung gets too greedy sometimes, attempting to eat you out while you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. but when you wrap your lips around his tip and suck he's already gone. he can't focus, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he starts fucking your face while he drools into your cunt, spilling down your throat after a few messy thrusts and a string of mumbled apologies.
felix loves getting his dick sucked as much as any other guy. but he knows he isn't exactly... big, and it doesn't take much effort to take him all the way down to the base. you don't seem to mind, but he can't get the image out of his head. of you spluttering and struggling to take a cock so thick and long it makes your eyes water and your throat bulge. after weeks of torturous fantasizing he turns to the only person he dares to ask: his best friend. thankfully, chan's more than happy to put on a show while felix watches, unsure of who he'd rather be—the man making you choke on his fat cock or you, being forced to take every inch. to no one's surprise it doesn't take long before chan has two pretty pets kneeling in front of him, eager to start their training.
seungmin doesn't like how messy things get whenever he fucks your face. you cry, you drool all over him, you gag and retch. that's why he doesn't move when his cock is lodged in your throat. you pushed him too far this time, so you need to be punished accordingly. seungmin never gives you time to prepare, doesn't wait for your mouth to fill with saliva and make his entry easier; he simply forces his cock as deep as he can and holds it there, one hand on the back of your head. daring you to move. and if you do? he pinches your nose until he feels your jaw go slack around his length, pulling you back only when you finally tap out to signal him you've learned your lesson.
jeongin's seen plenty of porn. he knows it isn't meant to be realistic. the way those women take cock like it's nothing? he's never sucked dick, but it looks... painful. he doesn't understand how anyone could enjoy such treatment. until he met you. not only were you eager to try, you were perfect at it. fuck, you take him like a champ, and jeongin's size isn't easy to take. but the way you beg for him to slap his heavy cock on your face, your grabby hands guiding him into your mouth...? it's addictive. he's become obsessed with stuffing the two holes he's always thought of as dirty, off-limits, alternating between them and leaving your leaking pussy empty and aching.
cw. this post contains dark topics, reader discretion is advised. dub/noncon, felix is a toxic bf, manipulation, gaslighting, first time anal wc. 2335 minors dni.
note. another one for my 7k event.. this was supposed to be less than 1k but here we are :)) prompts: #69 "if you really loved me you'd let me do anything" & #43 "you're so pretty when you cry."
felix's body is warm against your back, his arm loosely wrapped around your waist. the slow and steady thumping of his heart nearly lulls you to sleep. he's been like this all evening: clingy and affectionate, soft lips pressing tender kisses to your shoulder.
you cuddle into him and his hand slides down from your waist, over your hip, cupping your ass cheek and squeezing, fingers dipping lower.
"felix," you sigh, sleepy but wary.
his hand slips between your thighs, thumb pressing right against the tight ring of muscle. you stiffen.
"felix, stop."
you aren't in the mood for this discussion tonight but somehow, it keeps coming up. you envision his pleading eyes: honey-brown, near impossible to refuse. your own gaze fixes on the wall.
his lips pause on your shoulder. "what's wrong?"
you sigh and roll onto your back to face him. the light on the bedside table reflects in his eyes, shimmering with concern.
"nothing. i just… i'm just tired, lix. and we talked about this. i don't know if i'm ready for… that."
he pouts, his lower lip jutting out in that irresistibly cute way. he brings your hand up to his face and kisses your palm.
"we talk about a lot of things." he looks gentle, almost hurt. "but we never actually do it. why are you so scared? you know i'd never hurt you."
"i know —" you rush to speak, before guilt can settle too heavy in your stomach. "i'm not afraid of you. i just worry it will hurt. or… or be messy."
felix smiles, tilting his head so he can catch your gaze. in the soft, warm light his blond hair makes him look even more angelic, his face so close you could count every freckle.
he gently runs his knuckles over your cheek. you shiver at the contact.
"you know how important this is to me, baby. i love you. you know that, right?"
you nod quietly and stare at the ceiling. if there's anything you're sure of, it's that felix loves you. felix was your first and only in every pivotal way, from the moment you met in kindergarten, when a girl pushed you so hard you fell and skinned your knee on the asphalt.
felix had wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, holding you as you sniffled into his hair. it'd been the beginning of a longstanding friendship and he never strayed far from your side after that. your mothers thought it was sweet, how he clung to you, sulking with envy whenever another kid asked you to play with them.
in high school, when you started showing interest in other boys, felix shut down any attempts at flirting by interjecting himself into the conversation with an arm slung around your waist or a kiss to your cheek. he held you tight as the other guy's smile slowly faded and he was forced to excuse himself to prevent even more awkwardness.
"men are shit, you know that," felix would say. "and you know i only want what's best for you. please don't talk to him again. if you do, i'll think you don't trust me. and you trust me, right?"
you'd trusted him back then. when had felix ever done something that wasn't out of love for you? shouldn't you trust him now?
his hand ghosts down you collarbone, your stomach, your waist. it comes to rest on your hip. he presses a kiss to your forehead, pulling back to look you in the eyes.
"do you love me?"
you nearly stumble over the words in your haste to get them out. "of course i do, lix… i can't imagine a life without you."
how could he ever think otherwise?
his hand slips lower, hovering at the apex of your thighs, not touching you yet.
"it's just confusing me, baby. you say you love me, but you won't let me touch you like that?" felix frowns, eyes unfocused, bottom lip jutting out in a soft pout. "it makes me feel like you don't love me enough. if you really loved me you'd let me do anything."
your heart aches at the thought of hurting him. "t-that's not fair," you stammer.
"isn't it? i'm not asking for much. just let me have all of you tonight. why are you pretending you don't want this?"
"i — i'm… i don't know. i'm just not sure about it. it's… dirty." the words sound feeble even to your own ears. you hate disappointing him.
felix sighs. he traces patterns on your inner thigh and you hold your breath when his fingers trace your slit, rubbing gently.
"i can feel how wet you are, angel." felix props himself up on his other arm, looking down at you. he gathers your arousal and brings it to his mouth to taste.
"so sweet," he hums. "see? you want this. you wouldn't be this wet if you didn't want it."
your face burns hot with embarrassment. "stop it, lix. i'm serious."
"so am i," he grins. his fingers find your clit, rolling the sensitive bud between them. pleasure ignites deep in your core, engulfing the guilt.
"i - i'm just wet because you're touching me," you protest weakly. "it doesn't mean anything."
felix's grin widens. "then what do you want?" he asks, voice dropping even lower. the pressure on your clit has you gasping. it's becoming harder and harder to think of a coherent reply, but felix doesn't seem to expect one anyway.
"you want me to make you feel good?" he peppers you with kisses and trails his tongue along your jaw. you shudder. you're already getting dizzy. "i want to make you feel good. you just have to trust me, baby."
he pushes two fingers inside without warning, curling them against that sweet spot that makes you moan and arch off the bed.
"just like that," he coos, "don't think. just feel. you're so tense. why are you fighting me when i'm making you feel this good?"
"i - hmpf - lix…"
he pulls out and trails his slick fingers further down, circling your tight hole.
"hng... wait —"
"relax," he soothes, kissing you. "i'm going to play with your pussy a little bit, distract you. just breathe, angel. i'll go slow."
he moves between your legs and spreads them wider. after slicking up his fingers with lube he reaches for your clit again, rubbing in tight circles, the pleasure spiking higher. you close your eyes and relax into the feeling.
you jolt when you feel a sudden pressure against your hole. you claw at his arm, then remind yourself to take a deep breath. slowly, felix pushes a finger inside, and you gasp at the foreign feeling. the sharp, throbbing pain is only dulled by the harsh slap felix delivers to your clit.
"oh fuck," you moan, head lolling back. he pushes in deeper, drawing out the slow, aching burn.
"that isn't so bad, is it?" felix says. "you're so tight, baby. i can't wait to be inside you."
he presses another finger to your hole and you shudder. "'s not gonna fit, lix, 's too much —"
"you're doing so well," he shushes you. "we can't go back now."
"but it hurts —"
"it's supposed to hurt a little," felix coos. "it'll feel better soon."
his fingers keep their steady rhythm on your clit, sharp pleasure bleeding together with the pain of his fingers stretching your ass. it's confusing, the feeling of being filled and stretched tight while your empty cunt flutters around nothing.
"you're leaking so much," felix groans, watching the arousal drip onto his hand. "god, you're so hot. you love this, don't you?"
"n-no," you sob. "it hurts."
"liar," he chuckles. "you'd tell me if it really hurt, wouldn't you?"
tears drip down your temples, wetting the pillow. you stay quiet, too focused on the ache of him stretching you open as he adds a third finger. you bite back a whimper, feeling a familiar sensation building in your core despite the sharp sting.
"i know you don't want to disappoint me. fuck, you have no idea how much i thought about this." felix continues, kissing the tears off your cheeks. "you're so pretty when you cry."
"i — i can't do it," you whisper, shaking your head.
"you can," he insists, pulling his fingers out of you. the sudden loss makes you whine, your hips lifting off the bed, chasing his touch. you feel strangely empty.
"please," you whimper. you're not even sure what you're begging for anymore.
"shhh, angel, i know," felix soothes you and positions himself between your legs. his cock drags over your folds, thick and heavy. you tense when the tip presses against your rim.
"look at me," felix says, and you focus on the curve of his cupid's bow, the freckles on his nose, the warmth in his eyes... then he starts to push inside.
the burn is back, immediate and intense, worse than before. it's too much, too severe — there's no way he's going to fit. you cry out, your hands gripping the sheets.
"breathe with me," felix coaches as he forces himself deeper inch by slow inch. "you feel so fucking good, baby. see how well you take me? it's because you're mine."
you're crying softly now, overwhelmed by the intensity of feeling so full, so stretched. your pussy is throbbing, traitorously, still clenching around nothing.
"hey, hey," felix coos, leaning down to press kisses against your damp cheek. he grabs your hips, tugging you higher on his thighs. he pulls back slowly, dragging his cock almost all the way out before pressing back in. "why are you still crying, angel? does it feel too good?"
you shake your head. it feels… wrong. "'s too much… i-i can't think."
"cute," felix chuckles, a low sound that vibrates against your skin. he reaches a hand up to stroke your hair. his voice drips with affection, so sweet it makes your chest ache despite his crude words. "i can't believe that after all this time, all it took to make that pretty little head of yours spin is my cock in your ass."
he picks up his pace, each thrust forcing a ragged whimper from your throat. the ache is bleeding into a dull, strange pleasure, swirling low in your tummy.
"you never know what's good for you," felix continues, pressing another kiss to your temple. "and that's okay. you don't have to. you're too dumb to make these kind of decisions anyway. that's why i'm here."
"lix…" you whine, humiliation burning through you not only at his words, but at the way your pussy flutters in response.
"no need to argue with me, baby," he chides gently, reaching down to swipe his fingers through the mess between your legs. you moan at the sudden touch, your body begging for more despite the overwhelming feeling of him stretching you open.
he brings his finger up to show you, your arousal glistening in the low light.
"see? you're so wet for me. my perfect angel."
he pushes his fingers into your mouth, and you taste yourself on them. you suck instinctively, tongue swirling around his digits, thankful for something to ground you.
"good girl," he praises, his eyes darkening as he watches you suck on his fingers. "all you needed was to listen to me because if it were up to you, we'd be missing out on this. i knew you'd love it."
he starts to move in earnest now, thrusts reaching even deeper. harsh jolts of pain and pleasure come together on a growing wave, building and threatening to crest. felix must feel it, too, the way you're thrashing and clenching around him, because he holds your hips down and keeps his eyes locked on the sight of his cock disappearing into your tight hole with every thrust.
"i need to hear you say it. say you love it."
your whole body burns. his fingers tease your clit and you gasp, the touch gone just as quick.
"i — i love it," you moan brokenly.
"love what? tell me, baby. fuck," he groans, "say it."
his fingers trace your pussy, pressing a little harder. you're spiraling, reduced to nothing but the sensation of his cock splitting you open.
"i… i love getting my ass fucked."
your voice is little more than a whisper, but felix looks pleased enough. he pinches your clit harshly, grinning as you twitch under him.
"that wasn't so hard, was it? everything's better when you listen to me. i know what you really want." he teases your pussy, pushing his fingers deep into your neglected cunt. "i know you need to be used like this. you're so much happier when you aren't thinking, aren't you? just a set of warm, sloppy holes for me to play with."
his humiliation words engulf you and you cry out, thighs shaking as your orgasm washes over you.
"that's it," felix coos, not letting up and fucking you through the overwhelming pleasure. "let go for me, angel. you're too stupid to fight it anyway, so why try?"
your world shrinks to nothing but his sweet voice in your ear, telling you exactly what you are.
"mine," he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic, "all mine. my dumb, pretty little slut."
he buries himself impossibly deeper as the tight clench of your ass around him drives him over the edge. you faintly register the sound of your own voice, your mind blank, his weight collapsing on top of you.
your heart races in your chest. there's no way back now. your limbs are heavy, an ache burning between your legs when he pulls away, his cum trickling out of your spent hole. you feel dirty and sore, but felix kisses your sweaty forehead.
"you're really mine now, angel." he smiles and wipes the mascara streaks off your cheeks, erasing the last of your tears.
or: you didn't think a mere pheromone perfume would have this much of an effect on him. congratulations, you've earned his attention and the hatered of your neighbors, boo you whore
warnings: MDNI! ot8 x reader (separate), they go FERAL, probably highly unrealistic portrays of what a pheromone perfume does, dom/sub dynamics, overstim edging piv begging etc etc, scent kink?, they're really really needy, overuse of italics
bang chan
"P-please please, just -"
and it's the first you've heard him beg.
his voice breaks into a ragged exhale, forehead pressed against your shoulder, inhaling like he's trying to burrow into your skin. His hips stutter, losing rhythm entirely, and the bedframe bangs against the wall with every desperate push of his hips against yours.
He'd laughed when you uncapped the perfume bottle - "Really, babe? Pheromones?" - watching as you dabbed it behind your ears, along your wrists. "Cute," he’d teased, leaning in to sniff you with exaggerated flair. "Smells like -"
His breath caught.
"it actually smells...nice"
And within minutes he was on you.
You didn’t think it’d be this bad - didn’t think the perfume would turn him into this much of a mess, wrecking you like he’s trying to brand himself inside you.
He’s close, faster than any other time - you can tell by the way his rhythm stutters, the way his fingers tremble where they grip you. But he won’t cum, won’t let himself, not until you’re shaking apart under him first. "No wait-" he twitched when you clench around him, his hips jerking wildly, like he’s losing alll semblance of control.
His forehead drops to yours, sweat and tears and god knows what dripping between you, thrusting hard, grinding deep enough to make you sob. "Gonna - fuck, gonna ruin you-"
His thighs tense violently, muscles locking up as he tries - and fails - to hold back. You can feel him twitching inside you, his cock pulsing in erratic little jerks as his breath hitches against your skin. "you're - hnn -you're g-gonna -" His words dissolve into a broken whine when you tighten around him again, dragging a punched out moan from his throat.
His hand slides between you, thumb circling your clit with a precision that shouldn’t be possible when he’s this far gone, tipping you over with a scream that he swallows with his mouth.
He fucks you through it, rough, chasing his own release like he’ll die without it.
then entire body stills , eyes rolling back as he finally, finally gives in - cuming with a choked off cry that sounds more like pain than pleasure, his hips rutting forward in tiny thrusts as he spills into you.
But even as his orgasm crashes over him, he doesn't stop - can't stop. His hands scramble to grip your thighs, dragging you impossibly closer as his hips jerk forward again, his cock still hard and twitching inside you. "it's not -fuck- s'not enough."
lee minho
the perfume must've worn off by now, 'cuz it's been hours.
You try to push back against his thigh, your arms trembling, but he groans, and in one fluid motion, he wrenches your wrists behind your back, pinning them there with one hand.
"Thought you could - hngh - get away?" His voice is a dark laugh, but it cracks halfway through, betraying the desperation beneath the bravado. His hips stutter, losing rhythm for just a second, and he groans , forehead dropping between your shoulder blades. "Fuck - you’re ruining me -"
He’d been smirking when you first sprayed the perfume, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. "Really, baby? You think that’s gonna work on me?"
but then it's like a switch flipped - One second he was teasing, the next he had you bent over the couch, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he ruined you.
Now, his free hand slides around your throat, holding , "Gonna - hnn - gonna fuck you stupid ," he rasps, but it sounds more like a plea than anything. His hips snap forward, and you feel him twitch inside you, again, his breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts.
The couch creaks so loud you worry it's gonna break, leather protesting under the force of his thrusts, and you try to push back against his thigh again - just to see what he’ll do.
His grip on your wrists tightens instantly, fingers digging in hard " Stay still ," he orders, and then his mouth is on your neck, sucking, marking you as his. His hips jerk forward again, erratic now, and you can feel him trembling - shaking - barely holding it together.
"M-Min, please -" Your voice cracks, barely audible over the wet smack of his hips slamming into yours,
He pulls your hair sharp, tipping your head back, and his lips brush your ear. "Please what , sweetheart?" He’s panting, voice wrecked, but there’s that smug edge to it, "Use your words."
You whimper, and he groans like the sound punched the air from his lungs. His grip tightens almost painfully, and you can feel him twitching inside you again, so close. "Wanna cum,"
"Then cum," he growls, biting down on your shoulder again.
And you do -
you shatter around him, vision going white, and he follows with a groan, his hips stuttering wildly as he spills inside you for the nth time tonight.
seo changbin
“You smell so good,” Changbin groans, and it's the first time he's been so turned on - so hard - by something like the mere scent of you, and the thinks you've unlocked something new in him.
“Yeah?” you murmur, running your tongue along the underside in one slow, filthy stroke. His breath punches out of him like he’s been hit, fingers scrambling to fist in your hair. “You like how I look too, or just the perfume?”
Changbin chokes - half laugh, half moan - before his head drops back against the mattress. “Fuck - both, obviously - ” His hips roll up, desperate, but you hold him down with a palm splayed over his stomach, relishing the way his abs jump under your touch.
“God, please-” His voice cracks, and you finally take him into your mouth, swallowing him down until your nose brushes the wiry hair at his base. His hips stutter, thighs trembling under your grip, and you hum around him just to feel the way his whole body seizes.
his thighs quiver under your palms as you hollow your cheeks, dragging your lips up his length. A string of broken curses spills from his lips, fingers tightening in your hair - not to guide, just to hold on.
The musk of his arousal mixes with the heady sweetness clinging to your skin, and when you swipe your tongue over the slit, he whimpers, hips jerking off the bed.
“F-fuck,” His voice is ragged, breath coming in shallow pants. You take him deep again, relishing the way his cock twitches against your tongue, the salt of him thick on your taste buds. His abs flex violently when you swallow around him, a choked-off moan tearing from his throat. “God, your mouth - shit, shit, shit-”
You pull off just to watch his face crumple, lips slick and swollen as you tease the tip with featherlight kisses. His chest heaves, eyes wild, and when you grin up at him, he makes a sound like he’s been gutted.
“Please,” he gasps, hips canting up uselessly. “Please, please, please-”
The desperation in his voice sends a thrill down your spine. You lick a slow stripe from base to tip, humming when his fingers spasm in your hair. “Gonna-” His warning is half swallowed by a groan as you take him all the way down again, nose pressed to his pelvis, and stay there, throat working around him until his legs shake.
He comes with a sob, hips stuttering as he spills down your throat, and you swallow every last drop, lapping at the oversensitive head until he’s whimpering.
Hwang Hyunjin
The shower spray is hot, steam curling around Hyunjin’s bare shoulders as he kneels on the tiled floor, hands clamped around your thighs to hold you still.
He'd crowded you against the tiled wall, his mouth already on your neck before the showerhead even finished warming up, frantically pulling both your clothes off as his hands slid down your waist, "Fuck," he muttered, voice rough, nose dragging along your collarbone "What the hell do you have on?"
You barely had time to answer - not that you could’ve, not with the way his tongue was suddenly all over you, his hips pressing into yours with a desperation that made your breath hitch.
The saleswoman had promised the perfume would be effective, but you hadn’t expected this. Hyunjin’s fingers dug into your thighs as he lifted you, your back hitting the slick tiles, and then his mouth was between your legs before you could even gasp.
His tongue was relentless, hot and wet and insistent, licking into you like he was trying to memorize your taste.
"Oh my god-" you choked out, fingers tangling in his dripping hair, tugging as his lips sealed around your clit, sucking hard enough to make your vision blur. He moaned against you, the sound muffled but filthy, hips jerking forward, grinding against your leg.
"Taste - fuck -" he slurred, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in, tongue fucking into you with a broken noise.
Water cascaded over both of you, he was too busy lapping at you like he was starved.
"Fuck, you taste—" he groaned against your skin, the words muffled by your flesh as his lips sealed around you again, sucking hard enough to make your toes curl against the slick tiles. You gasped, fingers tightening in his hair, tugging as his tongue pressed deeper, fucking into you with a rhythm that had your vision spotting.
"Hyune—" you whined, back arching off the wall, water spraying across your heated skin. He didn’t let up, his hands sliding under your thighs to hike a leg higher, spreading you wider.
His nose brushed your clit as he licked a slow, filthy stripe up your slit, and you squeaked, hips bucking wildly. "God, you’re - hnn - you’re ruining me," you babbled, voice cracking as his tongue circled your clit again. your orgasm was building up, fast .
He pulled back just enough to pant against your thigh, lips slick and swollen, "Smell so good," he slurred, nuzzling into your skin like he was drunk on you, his hips rutting against your leg in frantic, aborted thrusts. "Taste even better- "
You barely had time to even breathe before his lips sealed around your clit again, and - oh god - your vision whited out. Your back arched off the wall as you came with a broken cry, his name tumbling from your lips like a prayer.
He didn’t stop, tongue lapping at you through it, drinking you down, rutting against your leg-
And then he broke.
His own climax hit him, hips stuttering as he came untouched, his cock twitching against your calf, stripes of white mixing with the water running down your skin.
his forehead pressed to your stomach, whole body shuddering as he rode it out. You carded your fingers through his sopping hair, watching as he trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps before he managed,
"please tell me you bought whatever you had on"
han Jisung
"please, please don’t stop," Jisung whines, voice cracking as his hands scramble uselessly at your hips, fingers slipping against your sweat slick skin. His thighs tremble under you, muscles jumping with every roll of your hips, every tight clench of your cunt around him.
You’re both a mess - his cock twitching inside you, oversensitive and leaking, your own thighs sticky with his spend and yours, dripping down onto his stomach in a slow, obscene trickles.
The room reeks of sex, of sweat and musk and the thick, honeyed scent of that godforsaken pheromone perfume you have on that got him so putty in your hands in the first place.
"You’re so good," he babbles, hips jerking up helplessly, chasing the drag of your walls around him even though he’s shaking with it, even though his cock is red and oversensitive and dripping.
"So pretty, so perfect - fuck, fuck, fuck, your pussy’s killing me-" His words are cut off when you grind down, the swollen head of his cock catching on that sweet spot inside you that makes your vision blur.
You’re exhausted, this is - what, the third orgasm? fourth? you've lost count. your thighs burning, cunt throbbing with every movement.
but with the way he’s looking at you, lips bitten raw, eyes wet and pleading, tears clinging to his lashes, you can’t stop. Not when he sounds like this, not when he’s begging so pretty.
His fifth (?) orgasm hits him so intensely, it's got his back arching off the bed, hands clawing at your thighs like he’s trying to ground himself, to survive it.
You feel him pulse inside you, but there’s barely anything left to spill, just weak little spurts that make him sob,
"N-no more, please-" he chokes, but his hips stutter up anyway, betraying him, fucking shallowly into you like his body’s forgotten how to stop.
"You can take it," you murmur, riding him through the aftershocks of his fifth release like it’s nothing, like his cock isn’t twitching pathetically inside you, oversensitive and spent.
"C’mon, baby, one more - just one. For me." You grind down, relishing the way his breath hitches, the way his hips jerk up helplessly, betraying him even as he sobs out a weak "No, no, ‘m gonna die-"
he looks ruined right now. it only spurrs you on, rolling your hips in tight, practiced circles, milking him dry until his sixth orgasm punches out of him with a choked gasp. It’s barely anything this time, just a weak dribbles that leak out around him.
You settle above him, panting, thighs trembling with the effort of holding still. His chest heaves, sweat slick and flushed, his hands limp at his sides like he’s given up.
You lean down, pressing a kiss to his jaw, humming when he whimpers at the contact. "So good for me," you coo, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. "Took it so well."
His breath hitches when you shift, and then you’re moving again, slow at first, then faster, his oversensitive cock stirring inside you despite his weak protests.
His hands fly to your hips, fingers digging in, his voice cracking around a "Fuck " that turns into a broken moan halfway through.
You lean down, pressing your lips to his ear, your voice dripping with sweetness. "Think you can handle another?" His
lee felix
Felix’s thighs tremble where they’re splayed open, his cock twitching pathetically in your hand - red and overstimulated, dripping precum onto his stomach in a messy trail.
His breath comes in shaky gasps, lips bitten raw, fingers clawing at the sheets, trying to anchor himself. "P-please - fuck - please," His voice breaks, high n' so desperate , tears welling in his lashes as you slow your strokes to a torturous crawl.
You remember the way he’d grinned when you first showed him the perfume bottle - how he’d rolled his eyes but bought it anyway because you’d pouted, because he always caves for you.
Who knew he'd be like this. His hips jerk off the bed, his cock leaking against your palm, his entire body wracked with shudders as you squeeze him justtt shy of release again.
"No - hnn - no more , I can’t -" He sobs , back arching, eyelashes rimmed with tears.
his stomach is drenched , a glossy mess of precum and sweat, his abs clenching with every thrust. His cock pulsing in your hand, the head flushed dark and aching.
You brush your thumb over it, slow , just to watch his entire body jerk, his mouth falling open in a soundless scream.
his arm flew up to cover his face, ashamed of the tear spilling down his cheeks. "Y-you’re killing me -"
"You bought it for me," you murmur, and his hips twitch up helplessly. "S’your fault , baby."
Felix whines, a high and broken sound, his fingers tangling in the sheets like he’s trying to rip them apart.
"D-didn’t - hngh - didn’t know -" His words are cut off when you speed up, wrist flicking up in quick strokes, his toes curling into the mattress. "F-fuck - stop , s’too much -"
But you don’t stop- you slow down instead, your strokes lazy, teasing, and Felix keens, his entire body bowing off the bed. "P- please ," he begs, "just - fuck - just let me cum -" His cock twitches, dripping, and you grin, " Ask nicely," you purr , and he chokes, his face flushing darker.
Felix’s breath hitches, his lips parted around ragged gasps, his eyes rolled back with desperation . "P-please," he whispers, voice breaking , "please let me cum, please-" His hips jerk up, pathetic , and you coo, "good boy ,"
Kim seungmin
gosh if Seungmin was in the right state of mind, he would be embarrassed right now.
his fingers settle against your hips - gentle at first, just the barest press of his thumbs into your skin as you rock back onto him at a pace so slow it’s cruel.
The headboard isn’t even knocking. The sheets aren’t even rumpled. You can feel him trembling beneath you, his thighs locked tight, his breath coming in little gasps every time you clench around him "F-fuck," he grits out, voice strained, "you’re - hnn -you’re killing me -"
and you shift backwards, just enough for your hair to brush his cheek - just enough for him to catch a whiff of you .
And then - oh - his head falls back against the pillows with a thud , his eyes rolling so far back they might stay there. "Oh," he chokes, voice gone , "oh fuck -" His hips jerk up violently, slamming into you so hard you yelp, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you upwards. "S-smell - fuck - smell so good -" His words slur together, his hips pistoning up mindlessly , his cock throbbing inside you.
"hnng- thought it 'wasn't gonna work' " you tease, grinding down, and Seungmin snaps , you don't even register him flipping you onto your back so fast the room spins .
His lips crash into yours, messy and so desperate , tongue licking into your mouth "gonna ruin you -" he gasps between kisses, his hips snapping forward with a wet slap, his cock pulsing and leaking inside you.
His hands wander, greedy, one tangling in your hair to yank your head back, the other groping at your throat , "M-mine," he murmurs, teeth scraping your jaw, "all fucking mine -"
yang jeongin
Jeongin hates you.
At least, that’s what he keeps saying into your skin between desperate bites - his hips pistoning into you from behind so hard the bed screeches across the floor.
"f-fuck" His voice cracks , stuttering , his cock twitching inside you "H-hate you - hate how you smell -"
And it’s hilarious , really, because he was the one who bought it for you.
Jeongin had shoved the little black box into your hands two days ago, muttering something about "thought you'd like it."
The box was sleek, expensive-looking, the kind of thing that made your brows raise when you peeled back the velvet lining. Pheromone Amplifier, the label read in delicate silver script. For enhanced attraction - effects may vary.
Idiot. He hadn’t even read the fine print.
Now? His teeth are sunk into your shoulder, his hips slamming into yours like he’s trying to punish you for his own mistake.
"S’your fault," he hisses, voice wrecked, his hands clawing at your waist, pulling you back onto him, "Should’ve - hngh - should’ve thrown it away -"
You laugh between a moan, grinding back just to hear him whine, and he stops , flipping you onto your back so fast the room spins. His pupils are blown , lips swollen from biting them, his cock throbbing where he quickly sheathed it back nside you.
"S’not funny ," he gasps, his hips are already stuttering , his rhythm falling apart as he chases his release.
His forehead drops to yours, his breath hot against your lips, and when you clench around him , he sobs , his entire body locking up. "N-no - stop " His voice is shattered, raw, his hips jerking forward helplessly. "gonna cum too fast-"
You wrap your legs around his waist to trap him, and Jeongin cums with a moan , his cock pulsing inside you as he spills, his body collapsing onto yours, "H-hate you," he whispers , but his arms are wrapped around you, his face buried in your neck, his lips pressing shaky kisses to your skin.
"it's your fault," he mumbles, and you laugh, running your fingers through his sweat damp hair.
"You bought it," you remind him, and Jeongin groans , his hips twitching against yours, he’s already hard again?
"shut up ," he whines, but he’s pulling you closer, his mouth sealing over yours in a messy, desperate kiss. "... Again ."
.𖥔 ݁ ˖🛸── .✦ about: MINHO’s confidence takes a hit when you call him oppa — and now he can’t stop blushing every time you say it.
YOUNGER GIRLFRIEND SERIES MASTERLIST
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Lee Minho wasn’t supposed to like being called “oppa.”
In fact, he used to hate the word. Too cliché. Too awkward. Too forced. He used to tease the younger members when they got all soft and bashful over being called that. Cringe, he’d say with a scrunched nose and rolled eyes.
So imagine his absolute horror when you — out of nowhere — casually called him “Minho-oppa” one night during your movie night at the dorms.
It had been innocent on your part.
“Minho-oppa, pass me the remote?”
Just like that. Casual. Effortless. Like you’d said it a hundred times before.
And Minho? He short-circuited.
Totally, completely malfunctioned.
He turned bright red, choked on air, missed the remote entirely, and tried to act like he hadn’t just been emotionally tackled to the floor.
“Are you okay?” you’d asked, confused and a little concerned.
“I—I’m fine. I’m good. I’m—don’t say that again.”
“Say what?”
“That. The ‘oppa’ thing.”
You grinned. “Why? It’s cute.”
“Exactly.”
You stared. He buried his face in a pillow.
But from that moment on, everything changed.
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At first, you respected his flustered request. You went back to calling him Babe or just Minho.
But you noticed the difference.
When you said “Minho,” he would blink a little too long. Look a little disappointed. Sometimes he didn’t even respond right away — like he was waiting for something else.
One evening, a few days later, you were sitting in the dorm kitchen. It was just the two of you. The rest of the boys were still out at practice, and Minho had stayed behind with you because of a sore ankle.
You were standing near the sink when you asked, “Hey, Babe, can you grab the rice from the cabinet?”
He didn’t move.
“…Minho?”
Still nothing.
You turned around and raised a brow. “Are you ignoring me now?”
He looked up slowly from his phone and gave you the most unimpressed expression.
“Why don’t you say it properly?” he muttered.
You blinked. “Say what properly?”
He looked you dead in the eye. “You know what I mean.”
And that’s when it hit you. Slowly, a teasing smile curled on your lips.
“…Minho-oppa?” you tried.
Instant.
His ears flushed pink. His hand immediately reached for the cabinet. “There we go.”
You gasped. “You like it!”
He frowned. “I don’t.”
“You totally do! You didn’t even flinch! That’s a lie—your whole face is blushing!”
“I’m not blushing. The lighting is warm.”
“Minho-oppa,” you said again, sweet and drawn out.
He slammed the rice bag down on the counter and pointed at you. “Okay, you’re banned from using it outside this apartment. Only here. Only when we’re alone.”
You grinned like you’d won the lottery. “So you do like it.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t deny it.”
He turned away with a groan. “I hate you.”
One night, you tried to tease him again. You were sitting beside him on the couch, legs tangled, a movie playing in the background that neither of you was really watching.
“Minho,” you said softly, poking his arm.
He didn’t respond.
“Lino,” you tried again, this time tapping his cheek.
Nothing. He kept looking at the screen.
“Okay, fine. Oppa.”
He immediately turned to you. “Yes, yeobo?”
You laughed out loud. “That was so fast.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You leaned closer. “Do you just want me to call you oppa from now on?”
He shrugged, a little too casually. “It’s respectful.”
“And if I call you Minho?”
He deadpanned. “Who’s that?”
You lost it.
“Okay, now you’re being ridiculous!”
Minho grinned, clearly pleased with himself. He reached over, pulling you gently into his lap, arms wrapping lazily around your waist as he nuzzled into the side of your neck.
“But really,” he murmured, “Just say it.”
You blinked, warmth blooming in your chest. “…Say what?”
He lifted his head, meeting your eyes with that rare softness only he gave you. “Say it.”
You bit your lip, leaning down just a little closer. “Minho-oppa?”
His breath caught.
And then he smiled, all smug again, but this time completely wrecked with affection. He leaned up, kissed your cheek, then whispered right against your skin,
“See? I told you. It sounds best when you say it.”
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It had been an unspoken agreement.
You were allowed to call him oppa — but only when the two of you were alone.
Minho made it very clear. Crystal. Like, legally binding-level serious.
“If you say it in front of the guys, I will evaporate.”
“Do you understand me?”
So of course, it was only a matter of time before you forgot.
Not on purpose. Not malicious. Just... innocent and habitual.
Because Minho spoiled you. And now “oppa” slipped out like second nature.
You’d just finished lunch with the boys in the dorm kitchen. Everyone was winding down, plates stacked, drinks half-drunk, and the group’s usual post-meal teasing was already in full swing.
You were rinsing dishes with Minho beside you, sleeves rolled up, hands soapy and warm from the water.
You nudged him with your elbow, nodding to the plate he was holding.
“Can you pass the sponge, Minho-oppa?”
Instant silence.
You didn’t even register what you said — at least, not at first. You just took the sponge, turned back to the sink, and kept washing.
But Minho? Froze.
Eyes wide. Shoulders stiff. Soap dripping from his hand in slow motion.
Then came the sound.
A wheeze. A cackle.
A very specific “OOOOOHHHHHH—” that only meant one thing.
Jisung heard it.
“Wait—wait—did she just call you oppa?” Jisung gasped, nearly falling off his chair. “Did that actually just happen?”
“I didn’t mean to!” you whisper-hissed, grabbing a towel like it could protect you from the storm.
“So that’s why he’s been acting soft lately.” Seungmin looked way too pleased.
Hyunjin leaned back in his chair, dramatically fanning himself. “Minho’s got an oppa complex? I’ve seen it all now.”
Chan tried to stay neutral — leader mode activated — but even he had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. “I mean… it’s kind of cute.”
“This is the worst day of my life.” Minho groaned into his hands.
“OPPA~,” Jisung sang, drawing out the syllables. “Pass me the kimchi, oppa~!”
“Stop it,” Minho mumbled.
“Oh my god, do you like it when she says it?” Seungmin grinned. “Is that why you only respond when she calls you oppa now?”
“DON’T TALK TO ME.”
You leaned toward him, face burning, but dying of laughter. “I swear I wasn’t thinking. It just slipped out.”
Minho turned to you slowly, dead serious. “We had rules.”
“I'm sorry!”
“You’ve betrayed me.”
“You’re being dramatic—”
“This betrayal cuts deep, yeobo.”
“OH MY GOD,” Hyunjin howled. “YEOBO?! You two are out of control.”
Jisung was halfway to recording a fake video skit. “Coming soon: ‘My Roommate Thinks He’s in a Romance Webtoon.’”
Chan finally gave up holding it in and started laughing too, shaking his head.
“Okay, okay,” you said, putting the sponge down, trying to salvage what little dignity Minho had left. “Let’s just forget it happened, yeah?”
The entire room blinked at you. And then,
“OPPA, FORGIVE US~” The boys. All. At. Once.
Minho nearly folded to the floor.
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Later that night, after the teasing finally died down and everyone had gone to bed, you found Minho sulking dramatically in his room — hood up, blanket pulled over his legs, scowling at his phone like it had personally betrayed him.
You crept in and sat at the edge of his bed.
“…Still mad?” you asked softly.
He sighed without looking at you. “I had a reputation.”
“You still do.”
“Not anymore. They’re gonna call me oppa for weeks.”
You giggled, reaching out to tug the hood off his head. “You could’ve told them it wasn’t a big deal.”
“They would’ve known I liked it.”
You paused, smiling. “But you do like it.”
He didn’t answer. Just stared blankly ahead like he was fighting a war inside his soul.
You leaned down close, brushing your nose against his cheek. “Minho-oppa~?”
His ears turned bright pink. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” You kissed the corner of his mouth.
“…Fine,” he muttered, turning to pull you into his lap. “But from now on, oppa is exclusive.”
You raised a brow. “As in—?”
“As in only you can call me that. And only when we’re alone. Again. Forever. Never in public.”
“But what if I forget again?” You smirked.
Minho looked at you, eyes serious.
“Then I’ll kiss you in front of everyone next time.”
content warning: possessive lee know; friends to lovers; eating out; overstimulation; sex
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The smell of garlic and pasta hit you the second you walked through the door. You carelessly discarded your work backpack to the floor and kicked off your heels before trudging to the kitchen.
It had been a long day. Your feet hurt, the underwire of your bra had popped through the fabric and was stabbing your side, there were at least 5 meetings that should've been interviews, and the overhead fluorescent light had flickered all day as maintenance had delayed fixing it for the third time.
Lee Know was nearly done cooking dinner and was standing at the stove in a tight black t-shirt while lazily stirring the sauce. You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned in, needing him for support since your toes and heels were blistered.
"Well hello to you too," he chuckled as he kissed the top of your head. "I was just about to text you to make sure you were okay. You're home later than normal."
"Traffic," you sighed.
"Another bad day?" he asked upon noticing you'd yet to crack a smile.
"The worst," you complained. "I'm pretty sure I'm being pranked or something. There's no way this many people can be so incompetent."
Lee Know laughed a little louder. Your bluntness was one of his favorite things about you.
"Dinner smells good," you told him as you pulled away for the first time. Your bra was hurting even worse now, and you undid your blouse from your skirt to shimmy it out before tossing it in the trash.
Lee Know swallowed and turned back to the sauce as if it required his intense focus. "Why don't you go change into something more comfortable, and I'll get our plates ready?"
You nodded and kissed his cheek before heading off to your room. It was nice how much he cared...and how he always had dinner ready.
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"There's no way they really asked that," he gawked as you told him about one of the most ridiculous situations of the day.
"I swear they did!" you laughed. You hadn't stopped smiling since sitting down across from him...he was good like that...good at making even the worst days bright. "They literally stopped the meeting to ask if they could hire one of their friends who was completely unqualified just because they have 'good vibes'."
"He knows he just admitted to nepotism right?" he grinned, eyes shining at you as he spoke.
"He does now!" you assured him.
Moments like this were your favorite. It wasn't the holidays or birthdays that made rooming with Lee Know special...it was the consistent presence of him. It was knowing that no matter what, you could come home and complain about the people you worked with over garlic bread and spaghetti.
The conversation drifted from work to movies, and he mentioned having scouted one for the two of you to watch. The dishes were left to soak in the sink, and you plopped down beside him, curling into his side.
"You realize there's a whole couch, right?" he teased.
"If I sat all the way over there," you exaggerated as you pointed to the cushion just a few feet over, "we wouldn't be able to share the blanket."
Lee Know rolled his eyes and flattened the fleece over your legs. His arm went around you and rested on your bare thigh. His thumb made little circles that stole your breath away…though you weren’t sure why.
"That feels nice," you told him while inching a little closer to rest your head on his chest. You could barely pay attention to the movie with the sound of his heart beating so rapidly against your cheek.
"Mhm," he hummed, the echo vibrating against you.
You kissed his chest, hoping to calm his heart that was racing, but it only had the opposite effect. It spurred just beneath your surface, interrupted only by Lee Know warning you in a low voice, "Careful (Y/N)."
Worried you had pushed too far, you turned towards the screen with blushing cheeks. You noticed, though, that Lee Know was watching your hand on his chest rather than the movie.
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"Do we have to go?" he complained from just beyond your door. It was Chan's birthday, and he'd been complaining since he got home about having to be out so late.
Lee Know was not a night person or a partier. He preferred to be home by 9:00 pm and in bed early enough to avoid any bad decisions. He rarely drank for the same reason, but of course Chan was urging everyone to let loose.
You pulled your door open to scold him directly since shouting through the door wasn’t getting through to him. "We have to go. He's one of our best friends...and you promised."
Lee Know didn't answer. His eyes were glued to your fitted mini dress that grazed the curve of your ass and the rise of your chest. He bit his lip at the sight before furrowing his brows. "You're not seriously thinking about wearing that, are you?"
You'd never had him tell you what to wear before, so it caught you off guard. "Considering I matched my hair and makeup to it, yeah I am."
"Can you even walk in it without flashing someone?" he complained as he stalked towards your closet to retrieve another option.
"Yes," you snarked as you slammed the closet door shut before he could even attempt to highjack your outfit. "Can you stop being such a dick?"
Lee Know looked you over once more, eyes stopping on your chest and then your thighs. He shook his head in annoyance, but eventually gave in. "Do not leave my side tonight, got it? You're dressed too sexy for your own good."
He'd never called you sexy before, and the desperate tone of his voice made your insides do a flip. It worried you that he could make you feel that way. He was your roommate and best friend... You should've had more self-control than to feel heated over a single word.
"Got it?" he asked again, this time with a serious look on his face that for some reason pissed you off.
"You don't tell me what to do Lee Know. You're not my boyfriend," you spat as you snatched your purse off the hook and strode past him to walk out the door.
He grabbed your wrist mid-stride and turned to rasp against your ear, "(Y/N), you will stay beside me tonight or so help me God, I will call Chan right now and cancel."
You'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on when he spoke to you like that. You turned back with a dry mouth and nodded, agreeing to his terms.
He held your hand all the way to his car. He held the passenger door open for you before beginning the awkwardly silent ride all the way to Chan's.
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Lee Know may not have been much of a drinker, but you sure were. As he didn't like dancing at parties, he kept you contained to the bar most of the night where you became very friendly with Jackson the bartender.
"Another mojito please!" you grinned as you leaned over the bar to order over the noise.
Lee Know stood behind you with his hands on your waist as though he was worried you'd fall. "Don't you think you've had enough?" he asked.
"It's an open bar, Lee Know. That means I'm open to have as much as I want!" you giggled as Jackson set the new drink in front of you.
You took it and swayed to the music until a song came on that you felt legally obligated to dance to. "Oh my gosh!" you squealed as you tried to pull Lee Know to the dance floor. "Come on Mr. Grumpy Pants!"
"I'm not in the mood tonight, (Y/N)."
"Fine!" you pouted before stomping off to the dance floor alone. It was only seconds before Changbin had wrapped his arm around your waist to dance with you.
"You look so fucking good tonight," he whispered against your ear before kissing your neck. He began to roll his hips against your ass, and you followed suit, matching his rhythm and the song's.
"Lee Know didn't like my dress," you told him. "He tried to make me change."
"Lee Know is an idiot," Changbin murmured as his hand slid higher, just nearly grazing your chest.
You turned around to face him and watched as his eyes fell to the swell of your breasts. "You think I look pretty?"
Changbin let his hands fall to your ass as a smirk played on his lips. "You look so fucking sexy, (Y/N)."
You grinned and leaned against his shoulder for the rest of the song. Once it was over, you were feeling a little needy, and you raised your head to kiss him. You gazed at his lips and back to his eyes and were just about to lean in when your hand was loosened from Changbin's shoulder, and you were being pulled outside.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked once you were alone.
"Dancing?" you answered in confusion. You were at a party...what else did he expect you to do?
"You let him touch your ass, and you were about to kiss him, (Y/N). Do you like him?"
You shrugged, too drunk to really process what was happening. "It's a party Lee Know. And I tried to dance with you first, remember?"
"Oh? So you'll just let anyone touch you or kiss you who dances with you for a while?" he asked, his eyes scathing.
"No, but I just..."
"We're going home. You're drunk. You smell like mojitos and beer."
"I didn't even have beer?" you giggled.
"Changbin did, and I can smell him all over you. Come on, let's go," he ordered as he tugged you towards the car.
"I'm not ready to leave," you complained as you stumbled after him. He was moving so quickly and you could barely keep up thanks to your heels.
"Don't care," he fought before opening the door and helping you into your seat.
You wanted to put up more of a fight but it felt so nice to sit down. Your head lolled to the side, and once Lee Know was behind the wheel, you rested against his shoulder.
"You need your seatbelt, (Y/N)," he reminded you.
"Mhm," you hummed, already drifting off.
Lee Know sighed and reached around you to pull it on before helping you settle against him again. "All I wanted was to dance with you," you yawned. "You were being uptight all night, and I wanted to see you smile."
The car's engine clicked off, and you opened your tired eyes to see him staring at you. "You really just wanted to dance with me?"
"Of course I did. You're my handsomest friend," you teased as you poked his cheek.
The tension and anger finally left his body, and he left the car to help you stand again.
"Where are we going now?" you asked as he began walking you into the house.
"To dance."
When you returned to the dance floor, the music was sexier and softer. People were making out in corners, and Changbin was guiding someone upstairs. Lee Know pulled you against his chest to slow dance, but this song was hotter than that.
You turned and looped your arm around his neck while grinding against his hips until he firmly held you in place and asked in a worried whisper, "What are you doing?"
"Dancing," you answered as you ignored his grip and rolled your body against him.
Lee Know's breath was shaky on your neck, but he felt good behind you...really good. Whether he knew it or not, he began to match your pace. One of his hands settled on your waist and the other traced a line from your hand looped around his neck all the way down your side. You shivered at the feeling and tried to ignore the flutter at your core until the song finally ended.
You turned back around to face him and crashed against his chest for a slow dance. You were too tipsy to hold yourself up, but he didn't seem to mind.
"That was a little dangerous wasn't it? Grinding on me like that?"
"It's just a dance Lee Know," you lied with a kiss to his neck. It had done something to you too, but you didn't want him to know.
"Well, thanks to your dance we need to wait a minute before leaving or everyone will be able to tell what your dancing did to me."
You pulled back in amusement and stared down at the floor between you to find Lee Know's cock was hard. You couldn't help the laugh that stumbled from your lips when you leaned against him again.
"It's not funny," he argued. "If you weren't drunk, I'd be two seconds away from pulling you right up those stairs to a room."
You gripped his shirt tighter and gulped in surprise. You wondered what that would've been like...to be taken to a room with him. Would he have been as demanding as he had been when leaving earlier? Or would he be sweet like he was at home? There were so many questions you knew you'd never get the answer to.
"But I am drunk," you reminded him.
"Yeah, you are."
"And I'm sleepy," you frowned. Your eyes had already shut, and you were certain you could fall asleep standing up against him.
"I've got you."
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You woke up in one of Lee Know's shirts. Your dress was hung on the back of the door and a glass of water with an Advil was waiting on your nightstand.
You felt exhausted, but surprisingly not super hungover despite the blurriness of the previous evening's escapades. You downed it anyways and sauntered out to the kitchen in just your panties and his shirt where you knew you had smelled bacon.
"You hate breakfast," you told him as you leaned back against the counter and reached for one of the strips that he'd already cooked.
"Couldn't sleep," he said as he poured a glass of orange juice for you.
"Why?" you questioned. Lee Know never had trouble sleeping. He'd once passed out during a horror movie at the theater. He had even slept through the screaming of other audience members.
"Don't know," he shrugged before kissing your cheek and throwing his bag over his shoulder. "I've got a workout scheduled with Changbin, but I'll see you later, okay?"
"Alright," you frowned. It felt like there was something he wasn't telling you, so you followed him to the front door where he slipped on his sneakers. "Is everything okay? Are you mad at me? Did I do something?" you panicked.
"You didn't do anything. I promise," he assured you with another kiss. "See you later."
He was out the door before you could argue further.
The breakfast he'd made was delicious, and you spent a good hour eating it and cleaning up all of the dishes before heading off to shower. As you passed his room, you heard an incessant chiming and decided to check on it.
From his phone, text after text was coming in, each one from Changbin.
Changbin: Look man, I was drunk okay? I didn't mean it
Changbin: Dude, we were just dancing
Changbin: I don't know why you're so mad when it's your fault for not making a move earlier
Changbin: Are you really gonna ignore me?
There was a knock at the door, and you scurried towards it, hoping it was Lee Know only to find Changbin instead. You pulled the door open, knowing you needed answers.
"Is Lee Know here?"
"No, he said he was going to meet you," you replied.
"Fuck. Fucking great," he groaned as he plopped down on the couch.
"What's wrong?" you asked. "Did I...did we do something last night?"
"No!" Changbin shouted, obviously frustrated at the accusation. "We just danced. He's just being a possessive douche bag."
"Why? It's not like we're dating," you told him, feeling just as confused as he was.
"Oh no," Changbin laughed. "I'm not getting in the middle of this. In fact, I should just go," he suggested before taking off towards the door and crashing right into Lee Know.
Lee Know spotted you on the couch in your underwear and his shirt and clenched his jaw and fist before turning back to Changbin. You'd never seen him look so scary before. His eyes went black, and his face distorted in rage that looked inhuman. You hurried to his side and squeezed his arm to tear his attention away from Changbin before he did something he'd regret.
"He came here looking for you," you murmured as you rubbed soft circles on his arm.
Lee Know seemed to relax a little and muttered, "Can you leave us for a minute?"
You turned to Changbin to make sure he was alright and agreed only once he nodded. "I needed to shower anyways."
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"You want to tell me what's going on?" you asked, now clothed in your own pj set. Lee Know was sitting on his bed and staring at the phone while reading all of his missed messages.
"Not really," he sighed as he looked up and groaned at the sight of you.
"Seriously? Do you have to dress like that?"
"Lee Know!" you laughed in utter frustration. "These are my clothes! What would you have me wear instead? A fucking potato sack?"
"Yes. Put on a fucking potato sack and stop tempting me," he complained.
"What is this? The 1800s? If I want to wear mini shorts and a tank top in my own house, then I'll wear mini shorts and a tank top. What's your problem? First, you're arguing with Changbin and now me?"
"How do you know I'm arguing with Changbin?" he questioned.
Your face dropped at the realization that you'd just confessed to seeing his texts. "I...I'm not even going to entertain such a ridiculous conversation," you snapped before leaving his room.
He followed you across the hall while shouting, "Did you read my phone?"
"No!" you lied. "I mean...it kept buzzing when you left so I went to see why it kept going off to make sure it wasn't an emergency."
"So you read my phone," he rolled his eyes while leaning against your doorway.
"And you lied about meeting Changbin for a workout. Why?"
"Oh, we had a workout, alright. Punched him in his stupid face," he confessed.
"Lee Know!" you gasped, noticing the bruises on his knuckles. "Why the fuck would you do that?"
"Because he was going to fuck you last night if I hadn't stepped in!" Lee Know shouted.
"So?" you screamed back. "We are not dating! Stop being so fucking possessive!"
Lee Know stalked towards you until he was so close you could feel his breath on your lips...until he was so close you had to crane your neck to hold his eye contact. "You don't even know what possessive is, baby. Do not talk to me like that."
Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you went to take a step back so you could breathe a little easier, but he snatched you back against him.
"Did you want to fuck Changbin?"
You could tell that he needed a real answer for whatever reason, so you shook your head.
"So you were dancing on him, why? To make me jealous?" he asked while cupping your jaw.
You'd never felt so overpowered by him before...never felt so afraid of what he'd do. He seemed dangerously close to ruining the friendship, and yet, you couldn't find it in you to warn him about it.
"No," you answered honestly. "I just wanted to dance, and you wouldn't come with me."
"So it's my fault then?" he murmured in a daze as his thumb traced the outline of your lips.
"Mhm," you hummed as your eyes fluttered shut. He felt good...too good.
"So you're telling me that if I hadn't pulled you away from him, you wouldn't have kissed Changbin?"
The truth was that you didn't know what would've happened. Lee Know had shut it down before it got too far.
"Your silence says everything," he uttered before pulling away. The absence of his touch hurt worse than you cared to admit. "And do you know what the worst part is?"
"Lee Know..." you began while trying to calm him down. He looked seconds away from spiraling.
"It's that I'm not even surprised. Every guy looks at you like a prize, (Y/N). They all want you, and I don't want them to have you," he confessed.
You had no idea what he meant by that. Was he admitting he had feelings or admitting he couldn't share your time?
"Do you know what I did last night?" he asked, looking pitiful now...almost desperate.
"What?"
"I put you to sleep. I helped you change and tucked you in, and was strong enough to say no when you asked me to sleep with you. Then I sat outside your room all night. I just sat there like a fucking idiot wondering why I didn't just dance with you."
"You sat there all night?"
He nodded and reached for you like a lifeline. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. I never stop thinking about you."
"Lee Know...what are you saying?" you asked, staring between his eyes and trying to read them.
"I can't say it. I've said too much already," he frowned while holding your cheek as if you were fragile.
"But..."
"I'm just tired (Y/N). I'm going to take a nap, okay? If Changbin calls tell him I'm sorry," he murmured before leaving you alone in your room with a billion questions to cycle through.
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Lee Know slept all day. He didn't even come out for dinner so you ordered pizza since you had no idea how to cook. You replayed the conversation over and over in your mind, but eventually got stuck on one moment from last night.
If you weren't drunk, I'd be two seconds away from pulling you right up those stairs to a room.
The words were on a loop in your brain. When you laid down to sleep, they continued, and you couldn't stop yourself from reaching for your phone.
Y/N: If I hadn't been drunk...what would you have done to me in that room?
Right away, his little text bubble popped up. It hurt you a little to know he'd been awake and avoiding you, but at least he was willing to communicate virtually.
Lee Know: wdym?
Y/N: last night...you said if I hadn't been drunk that you would've taken me upstairs
Lee Know: You remember that?
Y/N: i wasn't blacked out lee know
Lee Know: just go to sleep.
Y/N: no <3 tell me
Lee Know: no.
Y/N: tell me. I want to know
Lee Know: go to sleep. i'm not going to tell you again.
Y/N: or what? ;)
Lee Know: 🙄 you're annoying
Y/N: would you have...kissed me?
Your cheeks blushed as you waited for the answer. He was just across the hall, and you could've easily gone over to bother him in person, but your breaths were so shaky that you didn't want to give away the effect his words had had on you.
Lee Know: yes.
Y/N: what else?
Lee Know: that doesn't bother you that I wanted to kiss you?
Y/N: you were hard
Lee Know: go to sleep. this is a bad idea
You ignored him. You needed to know.
Y/N: would you have fucked me?
Lee Know: yes.
Your breath caught and you found yourself absentmindedly dragging your hand down to your core and pressing your palm against your cunt. The friction was nice and necessary right now.
Y/N: How?
Lee Know: i'm not going to tell you how i would have fucked you.
Y/N: then show me
Your heart raced at the message. It was bold...maybe too bold, but it was sent and there was no taking it back. You could hear his bed creak and the footsteps as they walked towards his door and opened it. When your door cracked to reveal his pupils blown out, you knew you'd made the right call by inviting him over.
He needed this...and so did you.
"You're being really stupid right now, baby. Why don't you just go to sleep?" he offered again even though he'd taken several steps into your room.
"I can't sleep," you told him. "All I keep thinking about is how good you looked last night."
It was then that Lee Know realized he couldn't see your hands. He tugged down the comforter to find one down your panties and the other holding your phone. You removed your hand with a gasp, not having planned on being caught for something so shameful.
"You don't know what you're doing to me," he groaned as he climbed into your bed.
"I'm just existing, Lee Know."
"Mhm," he inhaled sharply as if he could sense your arousal. "Existing in tiny shorts and see-through tank tops. Existing in my house, eating my food, in my clothes."
He pulled you down by your ankles until your pussy was angled just beneath him. "If I had fucked you last night, I would've started by tearing off your clothes," he confessed with kisses to your inner thighs. "Hated that fucking dress. Hated how it let everyone see you."
"What would you have done after that?" you whined as he ran his fingers up your legs to take off your underwear.
"I'd eat you out because I've been dying to taste your pussy for months."
He snapped your legs open and licked a stripe straight through your core before you even had time to register the words. Your back arched off the bed, and you twisted your fingers in his hair to urge him on, using his tongue as it was intended.
"Knew my girl would taste so fucking delicious," he groaned as he inserted two fingers into you, fucking you in time with the circles his tongue was making on your clit.
"Fuck!" you squealed, not having expected the high to come so quickly. Lee Know knew what he was doing, and he wasn't holding back anymore just to protect the friendship.
“I’d make you cum just like this,” he added in a daze as he curled his fingers to draw your first release. “There we go,” he smirked as he dug his face into your pussy to lick up the mess.
You were shaking and whimpering from how sensitive you were, but he didn’t pull back…not until you tugged his hair with desperate gasps from how good it felt.
He wiped his chin on the back of his hand and crawled over you. Now hovering above you, you realized you hadn’t even kissed him yet…not really.
“Then what?” you asked with shining eyes as your body relaxed beneath him.
“Then, I’d do this,” he muttered as he leaned in and took your breath away. His kiss stole away all thoughts and all that mattered was this moment with him.
You looped your arms around his neck and let him pull you closer when he dropped to the bed beside you. He hooked your leg over his waist and you realized he’d taken his pants off at some point. You rolled your hips up and down the length of his cock, smiling when Lee Know’s kisses turned to needy pants.
“Our friendship is ruined, huh?” he asked in a shaky voice.
You shrugged playfully and pushed him beneath you. “It’s alright. We weren’t that good of friends anyway,” you grinned before sinking into his cock and letting him become so much more.
“Damn (Y/N),” he groaned as he tossed his head back. He fit like a glove inside you…filling you so deep and warm that you didn’t even move for a while. You stayed as buried on him as you could and leaned forward for a kiss just as your phone chimed.
Lee Know snatched it from the nightstand to see a message from Changbin.
“Fucking prick has the worst timing,” he groaned.
Changbin: I’d say I’m sorry for grabbing your ass. But it was worth it ;)
Lee Know flashed the screen towards you to reveal the text. You couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of the situation. Lee know found it less amusing and he tossed your phone back to the bed before spanking you and guiding you to ride him faster.
“Hope you enjoyed getting manhandled by Changbin last night, baby,” he moaned. “Because that’s the last time anyone other than me is touching you, understood?”
“If this is your weird way of asking me out, I need you to do better than that,” you answered breathlessly. With every thrust, he was hitting deeper and deeper. Your heart was thudding, and your brain was as dizzy as it had been last night.
Lee Know smirked and threw you beneath him as if you weighed nothing. He slammed into you until the smile left your face…until all you could do was squeeze him close and cry out his name.
“You’re mine, (Y/N). Understood?” he asked as he began sucking a spot near your collarbone. “Fucking mine. Say it.”
“So…so possessive,” you teased, though it only made his pace harsher. You squealed in response and wrapped your legs around his waist.
“Say it,” he demanded again.
You caved. You couldn’t help it. “I’m yours, Lee Know. Only yours,” you vowed.
“Fuck. Yes, you are baby. Say it again,” he begged as his pace slowed to a lengthy roll of his hips.
“Ahh Lee Know,” you moaned. This felt even better and you were so close to giving yourself over to him again.
“Say it for me, baby. Be good, and I’ll let you cum.”
“Let me?” you questioned.
“Mhm,” he hummed with more kisses to your neck and ear. “I’ll let you cum. Because if you don’t say it, I’ll pull out and watch your pussy pulse around nothing. Is that what you want?”
“N-no,” you answered in a shaky voice. He’d never spoken to you so domineeringly.
“Then tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” you breathed between thrusts. “I’m yours.”
“Again,” he demanded as his pace increased.
“Yours,” you rasped.
“Again.”
“I’m yours!” you screamed when his finger found your clit. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, making your insides turn to mush as a wave threatened to crash.
“Again!”
“Yours,” you cried. “I’m yours Lee Know. I’m yours,” you sobbed as the orgasm hit, this one harder than the last. You pulsed around his cock and he kissed you through it while murmuring, “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
He eventually came and kissed you through that too until the shaky breaths became even…until your bodies settled.
He pulled out and watched it all spill before lifting you and carrying you to his room where the sheets were clean. You cuddled against him and gave him lazy kisses just because you could.
“You’re mine now, alright?” he breathed when your eyes had just shut.
𝓼oft whines slip past your lips as you uselessly grind your soaking pussy against minho’s pillow.
you don’t even notice the door to the bedroom opening. your mind too fuzzy to realize that someone has just walked in on you humping a pillow.
“minho,“ you whimper, hips speeding up only at the thought of him.
then, you hear a familiar chuckle from across the room which snaps you back into reality.
you completely stop moving, frozen at the noise of whoever’s standing at the doorway. you slowly turn around, eyes wide, looking like a deer in headlights.
minho.
your roommate.
your best friend.
the guy who’s name you just moaned while humping a fucking pillow.
“feels good, yeah?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. he was leaning against the door frame and his arms were crossed.
your eyes widen even more and your mouth opens like you want to say something. but you can’t.
he steps towards the bed and you move to cover your bare figure with your blanket.
he scoffs, “come on, you were saying my name just now.”
you blink at him when he sits on the stool at your vanity and faces you. “go on,” he says, sitting back with his arms crossed.
your face flushes redder and you can feel the heat creeping up your neck. minho’s lust-filled eyes scan your body when you take the blanket off you.
you resume your earlier movements, dragging your bare pussy along the pillow. you moan when the corner of the pillowcase nudges your clit just right.
“minho, fuck—“ you’re cut off by your own whine as your orgasm hits you.
you can hear minho hum from where he’s sitting and you realize that his pants are no longer on and he’s palming himself through his boxers. another whine slips through you at that.
“c’mere.” he pats his thigh. you get up, legs still shaking, and stand in front of him. you flush and squeeze your thighs together.
he chuckles and his hands find your waist, guiding you to straddle his thigh. “there you go,” he coos.
minho’s hands move your hips along his thigh, your release coating his skin. your eyes flutter shut and your forehead falls onto his shoulder. “min—mmngh,” you whine when he flexes his thigh.
his hands loosen on your hips so you try to keep moving, the feeling of another orgasm growing closer.
“‘m sso close, i-i wanna—please, minho,” your words slur together. “pleaseplease, ah—“ his fingers tease your clit, and he chuckles at your cries.
when you’re about to cum, he removes his fingers and stops your hips from moving. you sob into his shoulder, tears streaming down your cheeks. his hand grabs your chin and makes you look at him.
your eyes are rimmed red and your cheeks are wet. his eyes drift down to your lips, which form a cute pout.
he leans in, connecting his lips to yours. your breath hitches but you kiss him back.
the kiss turns messy, minho’s tongue slips into your mouth, making you moan. your shaky hands slip into his hair, slightly tugging. he groans into your mouth and you can feel his clothed cock twitch against your thigh.
you pull back to breathe, a string of saliva connects both of your lips. he suddenly lifts you up and you gasp, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.
you land on the bed softly. minho settles in-between your legs, spreading your thighs to reveal your glistening pussy.
he licks a stripe up your folds and sucks on your clit. you throw your head back and buck your hips.
“minhoo,” you whimper, thighs threatening to close. his hands grip your thighs open, hard enough to leave a marks.
minho’s tongue flicks over your sensitive nub, making you jolt. he dips two fingers into your entrance without warning and chuckles when your back arches off of the bed.
his tongue slowly licks stripes up and down your folds, loving the way that you squirm.
“you close, baby?” he asks, somewhat teasingly. he takes your moans as a yes and his tongue expertly moves along your puffy folds.
“please, i’m so close—“ you say, hand tugging at his hair. he adds another finger into your soaking cunt just to torture you a bit more.
you cum around his fingers and all over his face, but he doesn’t stop. his thumb plays with your clit, rubbing in fast, tight circles, making you cry out.
“min—minho, i’m—“ your words stutter as another orgasm rips through you. he stops, only after licking another stripe up your folds, taking your release into his mouth.
