Warnings//genre:: SMUT, big dick channie, creampie, oral (f rec) face sitting, dick pics 😋, praise, teasing, hair pulling, groping, nipple play
Pairing:: dom!Chan x sub!fem!reader
A/N:: If u couldn't tell I took inspo from my dream last night 😍 also while writing this I listened to a lot of weird songs including gangnam style and sexy and I know it...
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A few days ago Chan was on tour, cooped up in his little hotel room dreaming of you. He wanted to be with you, feeling your warmth, smelling your scent, and feeling your touch. As he fantasized about his own girlfriend he found a tent forming in his loose jeans and he just couldn't fight it; he pulled down his jeans, palming himself through his boxers before finally setting himself free. He runs his cupped hand around his cock, rubbing softly as he thinks of your small hands, their warmth and sincerity. He lets out a frustrated groan before picking up his phone, opening the camera, and pointing it down to his girth. He takes a clear picture before sending it to you with a little message.
Chan>thinking about you sweetie
The message alone sounds innocent but with the photo his words become lewd. He grins to himself before setting his phone down, knowing that when you wake to see his messages you'll be feeling the same way as he is right now.
Throughout the night he sends many more messages, videos, audios, and photos. The next morning you wake up to at least twenty messages from Chan and as you open the messages your jaw drops. Photos of his cock, videos and audios of him moaning, and a photo of the mess he made of himself before blaming you with a little winky face. You didn't even know how to respond, how does one reply to such a "good morning"?
After those messages, he doesn't message you a whole lot due to being so busy and active around concerts and events. Fast forward to now and he barely just got in through the doorway and he already has his face buried between your legs. He abruptly pulls back and looks up at you, mouth and jaw wet. "Sit on my face," Chan orders as he lays back against the mattress.
"Babe, you just got home though, you haven't even unpacked yet!" You protest but it's too late, Chan has made up his mind and you will sit on him. He grabs your thighs and you lose your balance due to his strength. You get yourself situated on top of him and he gives you know time to prepare for his schemes. He sorts his tongue through your folds as his nose presses up against your clit, his hands situated on your ass, gripping the plump flesh hard. He sucks on your folds hard as his fingers trickle closer to your slit, one teasing around your tight hole. "C-Chan," You gasp softly as his tongue circles around your opening, tongue poking through your slit every now and then.
You hear Chan choking and struggling to breathe but he's insistent on getting you to cum. You release some of your body weight, letting him breathe for a moment, but he instantly brings you back down. You teeter over the edge as he fucks you with his tongue, his thumb stimulating your ass and his nose pressing up against your clit. That numbing warmth rides up your body as your head falls back and your voice is no longer yours to control, only moans. "Chan~" You moan as you grip his head, his mouth never resisting its assault on your core. "'cumming," is the only thing you can muster to say as the pleasure swallows you whole, your legs twitching and body trembling.
Chan can only moan into your core but you can tell by the soothing rubs of his hands on your ass that he is silently praising you. You bring yourself back down to earth and pull yourself off of your helpless boyfriend before looking down at him. His face is red, hair sweaty and face glistening but a grin of approval and lust lingers on his lips. "Sorry," You say softly but Bangchan just laughs.
"For what baby?" He sits up and gets you to sit on his lap.
"I don't know, smothering you?" You chuckle softly at the absurdity of your words but Chan smirks.
"That's exactly what I wanted," He brushes his lips against your jaw, making you moan softly. He slicks your hair to the side before leaving a dark mark on your neck. "What position do you want babygirl? Wanna ride me, or perhaps want me to bend you over the bed and fuck you till you cry, hm?" His voice has a hint of mischeif but you can tell there's a hidden sincerity. "Or maybe both?" He tilts his head before leaning back to hear your response.
"Both sounds good," You blush with a cheeky smile and he smirks.
"Let's see if you can take all of my built up love for you," He chuckles as he unbuckles his belt and undoes his jeans. You assist him in taking off his pants and tossing them aside, leaving his cock standing up against his stomach. "I'll go easy on you at first," He winks as he holds your hips up over his own, lining his cock up with your soaked cunt. You lower yourself onto him, moaning blissfully as his girth stretches out your tender skin. Chan doesn't fail to moan either, his head falling back as his lips part. "Fuck I missed you so much," He grins as he rubs your hips.
He brings his hands over to your ass, lifting softly, encouraging you to move. You do as he silently suggested and roll your hips against his, feeling the head of his cock rubbing up against the deepest point of your pussy. "I'm sorry baby but I can't fucking wait," He groans, gripping your hips hard enough to leave a faint red mark. He encourages you to bounce on his cock and you do just as requested.
"I don't mind, I missed you too," You whine softly as you feel his cock gliding in and out of you rhythmically, your walls tightly hugging his girth. You bring your hands up to his chest, using him as support as you bounce on his cock, your hair jumping with each plummet.
"Good girl," He growls as he intently watches your body. He grabs one of your tits, squeezing the tender flesh as he looks up at you, eyes filled with adoration with lust. "Fuck this pussy was made for me," He grins before sucking your nipple into his mouth, electing a little squeak from you.
"Your cock's so big," You whine as you feel swear accumulating on your body, your skin undoubtedly turning red at this point.
"Yeah? But you take it so fucking good, don't you?" He growls, thrusting his hips up to punctuate his words. You let out a broken cry and the sudden tension forming in your gut from his deep thrust. You nod with a whimper responding to his taunting question. "Look at you, so fucking cute when you're all fucked up like this," He rubs your cheek with a smile, honestly adoring you. "I need to fuck you baby," He blurts out and you pause. "Bend over the bed," He orders and you don't defy in the slightest. You slip off of him before bending over the bed, impatiently waiting for him to unleash his lust on you.
Bangchan looms over you from behind as his cock rubs up against your core. "I'm going to fuck your brains out," He whispers, his words not a threat but more of a promise. And so, he begins. His cock slides into you with ease with a little force, pushing up against that gummy spot, and since the two of you had already been at it, chan doesn't hold back. His hips slap into your ass, the room filling with the lewd sound of your skin clapping and his balls meeting your wet folds. You can't contain your moans, your jaw seemingly locked open as your body bounces with each of his thrusts.
"C-Chan," You whimper, your arms trembling as you try to hold yourself up. Bangchan grabs a messy fistfull of your hair and pulls it back, your head now tilted back as your body jerks up the bed with each pound. You let out a long moan, your eyes rolling back.
"Oh you like that don't you," He growls as he snaps his hips into you. "I'm close baby, gonna unload inside you and you're gonna take it all," He hisses, his words punctuated with his thrusts. Just when you thought it wasn't possible he thrusts faster.
"Fuck! Chan I-I can't!" you cry out.
"Oh but you can baby," He whispers in your ear. "Let it out baby, I can tell your close," His hips never relent as he reassures you. "Your little pussy is clenching around me, just begging to make you snap," He growls as you feel a warm tingle consume your body but you don't even need to announce your orgasm, chan is already well aware. "There it is~" He lets your hair go, knowing that you like to be in control when you cum, or more that you like your own pleasure to control you.
Not long after your body shakes and quivers Bangchan empties inside you as well. His load was big and somehow felt heavy, like he had been holding this release in for a while. When he's finished he lets out an exhausted moan and rests some of his weight on you. "Thank you...I really needed that," He sighs before slipping out and rubbing your swollen folds with his thumb. "Let's get a shower baby," He kisses your back before you stand up beside him. You nod in agreement and he quickly whisks you up, holding you bridal style before carrying you to the bathroom.
Authors note: I didn't end up proof reading this but I did try to think of some good ones even though I've been thinking of this since my last post......But I hope y'all enjoy
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𝚈𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗
Yeonjun is the type of person to want a girl who will absolutely adore him for anything he does. He would absolutely adore you as well. He would fall for you unconditionally and would absolutely do anything for you. He would take you out on dates all the time and he would absolutely love what ever you wear to these dates. He's also a big cuddle big so whenever he wants to be cuddled he will come find you. whether your sitting on the couch, laying in bed or making dinner. If you were making dinner he would come up and hug you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder.
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𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗
Soobin is the type of boyfriend to give you princess treatment. He will carry your bags for you, it doesn't matter if you have one bag or multiple he will carry them for you. If your out to dinner and you wear heels and by the night is over he will take your heels off and carry you to his car and when you get home he will run a shower/bath for the both of you.
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𝙱𝚎𝚘𝚖𝚐𝚢𝚞
Beomgyu is the silly type of boyfriend. He loves to joke around with you. He would play small little pranks on you just to lift your mood when your upset or down in the dumps. He's also a cuddle bug like yeonjun, he would want to lay on the couch and cuddle while a film is being played. He is also the one to want you to lay your head on his lap so he can play in your hair.
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𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗
Taehyun is the one to be the sweetest boyfriend ever. He would randomly show up at your shared apartment with random gifts he thought you would like. He would want to have a date where you two walk in the park to look at all of the pretty flowers and all the different birds. He would even take you to a small pond to feed the duck's and watch the koi fish swin around. He would do all of this just to see your beautiful smile and have his hand in yours.
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𝙷𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙺𝚊𝚒
Hyuka is the type of boyfriend to be an absolute goofball half if the time and an absolute golden retriever the other half. He would want to share his plushie collection with you and he would absolutely fall for you even harder if you bought him another just because. He would want to return the favor by buying you a ushie he knows you would adore.
so sorry this toke so long been busy with life, work and school.
— Sunnie
inspired by so beautiful by dpr ian
description christian’s reaction to his newborn baby girl and holding her for the first time!
warnings!: mentions of pregnancy!, birth!, reader is assumed to have female genitalia but you can think of it as gender neutral!, crying, babies!
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The quiet hum of the hospital room was broken by the rhythmic beeping of the monitors and the occasional murmur of the medical staff. You were propped up in bed, your hand clutching Christian’s tightly. His knuckles were white, and his usually calm demeanor was cracked wide open with worry and excitement.
“You’re doing so amazing,” he whispered, his voice shaky but soft, lips pressing against your sweaty temple.
The labor had been long, and your body felt heavy with exhaustion, but the final push brought with it a cry that filled the room and melted every ounce of tension in the air.
“She’s here,” the doctor announced, holding up the tiny, wailing baby before placing her on your chest.
Your tears spilled over instantly as you cradled your daughter. Christian leaned in closer, his face inches from the newborn, his lips parted in disbelief. His eyes were glassy, the weight of the moment settling into his chest.
“She’s so... tiny,” he managed, his voice breaking as a tear rolled down his cheek.
The nurses soon whisked the baby away to clean her up, and you watched Christian like a hawk as they prepared to hand her to him for the first time.
“Okay, Dad,” the nurse said gently, holding the baby out.
Christian froze for a moment, his hands trembling as he reached out. His fingers curled around the baby’s small, swaddled body, and he held her close to his chest. The weight of her, the warmth, the life—it all hit him at once.
“Hi, baby girl,” he whispered, tears now freely falling. He chuckled wetly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m your dad. I can’t believe you’re real.”
The baby shifted slightly, letting out a small noise, and Christian’s expression softened even further. His thumb gently brushed over her tiny fingers.
“She looks like you,” he said, glancing at you with a tearful smile.
“She has your nose,” you replied with a tired laugh, watching as he completely melted.
Christian’s mind raced with a thousand thoughts—memories of your pregnancy, the nervous nights when he wondered if he’d be a good dad, and the overwhelming sense of love he felt for both you and this tiny human now cradled in his arms.
“I’m going to protect you with everything I have,” he whispered to the baby, his forehead resting lightly against hers. “You’re my everything now.”
It was the moment Christian truly realized that life as he knew it had changed forever, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
exhibitionism (on the tour bus) and creampie w dpr ian
pairing: christian yu x reader
genre: est. relationship, smut, always have that little bit of fluff at the end you already know
wc: ~1.9k (haven’t proofread a single kinktober what’s good)
synopsis: ian had had enough of your teasing on tour, and he needs to do something about it. (these summary’s are so half assed but like bro these are all straight smut like what more do you want from me sigh LOL)
!other kinktober fics!
a/n: hey luvlies so again, out super late but STILL THE RIGHT DATE :3 i hope you guys enjoy nonetheless. i hate it. ill def write a better christian fic in the future bc this is my man fr. also, mc may or may not call ian daddy once in a taunting way… that’s it tho. only once .-. okay mwah! bye <3
you rolled over to face the window and admire the way the sun rose right into christian’s side of the tour bus this morning. “beautiful isn’t it?” he mumbled, now also rolling over to hold you. “very,” you hummed, wiggling your ass against him trying to get closer to him which… wasn’t possible. he pressed his body against yours and you felt his cock against your ass, growing in response. “don’t start,” he warned, nuzzling his face into your neck. “start what?,” you played dumb and pushed against him again. “baby..” he groaned into your neck. “you’ve done this every morning since tour started and i’m getting fed up.”
expecting him to huff out a defeated breath and walk off to the bathroom like normal, you kept wiggling against him. instead of his sulky, too-tired-to-be-horny behavior however, he bit into your neck lightly making you whimper. “i told you i’m fed up. now, knock it off before i fuck the brat out of you for anyone on, or around this damn bus to hear,” he growled at a hushed volume. you whined at his words, so shocked, you were unable to respond coherently. christian acting in such a way wasn’t out of the ordinary by any means. you’re a brat with him through and through and he always took care of you however he saw fit. but… on the bus? with all of his friends and team mere feet away (so you both thought) from you guys, nothing but a curtain separating your bed from theirs’? you never thought he’d have the gaul to do anything about your bratty behavior here.
“oh yeah?” you taunted breathily, risking one last push against him with your ass.
he reached up, his tattooed hand grabbing your throat. “alright you fucking deviant, you wanna play so bad, get down there,” he demanded.
“b-but ian what about-“
“everyone else? well you obviously don’t care. do you?” he squeezed at your throat. “hm?”
“i- fuck,” you choked out, struggling to speak.
“you started this shit, darling. and now you’re gonna finish it.”
he let go of your neck and you knew you had to make your way down to his cock or else things wouldn’t end well for you. getting on top of him then inching your way down his body, you never broke eye contact. “fuck y/n, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed cupping your face. you just smiled and began to shimmy his sweats down along w his boxers. he let out a muffled groan when you took him into your cold hand, pumping him slowly. “be a doll and put it in your fucking mouth, would you?” you both were lucky that the sound of the bus’s a/c was loud enough to drown his voice and your noises out for anyone who may be there to hear.
you took all of him in your mouth in one go, christian subconsciously groaning out at the sudden sensation. while slowly bobbing your head up and down, you hummed around his cock making him twitch in your mouth. “god you’re so good for me, love. fuck- need to fuck you.” he mumbled, grabbing a fist full of your hair and lightly pulling you off of him with a pop. lips swollen and pink with drool covering your chin, you smirked up at him, knowing how crazy things were about to get.
again, you never would’ve thought that christian would be brave enough to do anything about your bratty behavior on the bus with everyone around. however, now that he’d started something, you knew he wouldn’t stop until you both were satisfied. it didnt matter if anyone would be able to hear, or see.
“come here gorgeous,” he growled as you started climbing up his body to straddle him. he reached an arm up to your neck to bring you down closer to him. “it’s already a tight fit in here, so stay close, yeah?” he panted. he sounded almost… needy, and you were loving it. “yeah?” you started grinding your clothed cunt against his exposed cock. “is that what you want, daddy?” you taunted, knowing damn well he wasn’t the one in charge in this moment. his breath hitched as his eyes pierced into yours. “no space between us hm?” you dipped your head down into the rook of his neck leaving open mouthed kisses all over. “fuck baby, yes. yes please,” the nickname you’d just given him really got to him, especially with the situation making it so ironic. you had a grip on him right now, and he knew it.
“ian?” yongwoo’s voice came from above. “uh- y-yeah?” christian stuttered out. you began to grind down on him harder, making it nearly impossible to keep his composure. “watcha doing down there buddy?” he asked, peaking down and slightly opening the curtain. both yours and christian’s heads whipped to where yongwoo was already gawking. you smiled at him and christian could barely manage to even make eye contact with him. “hi woo,” you said innocently. he chuckled as if this were a regular occurrence, “hey y/n.” you felt christian’s cock twitch against you. was he actually enjoying this? he then cleared his throat, “dude, do you mind?” you now knew he was faking his annoyance. “mo just texted. he’s out grabbing breakfast with everyone. you guys want anything?” yongwoo asked looking away. “hmmm…” you pondered for a moment, christian actually growing a bit irritated because all he wanted in this moment was to fuck you. “i’ll have some pancakes and hashbrowns please and thank you,” you smiled. “same here,” christian said bluntly. “alright i’ll leave you two… to it.” yongwoo laughed then closed the curtain again, hopping off his bunk to head out. “so are we the only ones in here?!” christian yelled after him. you slowly started grinding down on him again. “go crazy!” yongwoo yelled back, closing the door behind him.
“alright, you brat,” christian spat, “get off.” now that you two were alone… you were a bit scared. (in an exhilarating way of course) you got off, laying down next to him without even being told to. he sat up as much as he could in the crammed bunk space, “roll over,” he demanded. you did so, rolling onto your tummy beneath him. with his free hand (his other arm holding himself up) christian pulled down your underwear past your ass, then wrapped his arm around your hips, pulling them up so your ass was slightly elevated and pressed against his pelvis. he winced, and you moaned at the feeling of his cock sliding between your thighs, and grazing your wet cunt. “ian, please fuck me,” you whined with your cheek pressed against his pillow. “patience dear,” he whispered in your ear. he reached down to line himself up with your cunt, slipping himself into you with ease. “fuck!” you whimpered and he groaned in unison when he bottomed out. he started fucking you without hesitation. the sound of his skin clapping against yours. within seconds, the window next to you two started fogging up from your collective body heat. “o-open the curtain up,” you choked out between whimpers. “oh i see,” christian pushed it open upon your request. “want the window to clear up so everyone can see me ruin your sopping cunt,” he grunted not slowing down his pace. you honestly were just getting too hot, but you didn’t have the energy to argue back right now. and… christian bringing up that point lit a fire inside your tummy. you hadn’t even took into consideration the fact that with the way the sun was hitting the window, if anyone at the stop was walking close enough, they could look in and faintly see you getting railed by your boyfriend.
“fucking hell it’s too crammed in here,” christian breathed before pulling out of you and stepping out of the bunk. he grabbed your hips and turned you so your lower half came off the bed and your knees rested on the floor. he then got on his knees too and started pounding into you again, this time with more intent. suddenly, your phone started buzzing. “momo” lit up your screen. “pick it up,” christian said in a low tone, slowing down his movements, but not stopping. you cleared your throat then accepted the call.
“h-hello?” you choked out.
“oh shit i’m sorry, y/n. i didn’t mean to wake you.”
“n-no you didn’t it’s okay.”
“okay… well we’re all gonna eat here at the restaurant. it’s right around the corner from the rest stop. you guys want to meet us there?”
“ian?” you tried to ask innocently, so hyungmo wouldn’t suspect anything. “do you want to e-eat there with them?” christian slightly sped up his movements, “we’ll be there in 10!” he answered directly to him. you were biting your lip so hard you thought it might bleed trying to keep yourself quiet.
“okay, sick! see you guys soon.”
*beep beep beep*
you threw your phone down and flopped your cheek back down on the bed while christian started fucking you back into the bunk in a feral manner. “we better hurry up then, huh?” he said smugly. you began to cry out and moan as a knot started to suddenly form in your tummy. you looked up and out the window in a haze. you slowly started to make out yongwoo walking back toward the tour bus, still quite a bit of distance away. struggling to speak, you simply whimpered “y-yongwoo,” trying with all your strength to lift an arm to point out the window. “i say you have a minute to cum,” he said pointedly, reaching an arm around to start rubbing circles on your clit. “fuck!” you screamed out, throwing your face into the bed. the knot in your tummy tightened and tightened. your body suddenly started shaking your orgasm quickly ripped through your body. “good fucking girl,” christian groaned fucking you through your orgasm as he reached his mere seconds after.
yongwoo was now almost to the bus and you started to panic, coming down from your high. christian slowly pulled himself out of you, then quickly covered your cream filled cunt back up with your underwear. “keep it in during breakfast,” he whispered gently from behind you, kissing you on your cheek like nothing happened. as if you’re not still bent over his bed, fucked out. he grabbed you from under your arms like a child and hoisted you up. you turned around to face him, his arms hovering around you in case you stumbled. “i love you,” you cooed through half lidded eyes. he kissed your forehead, “i love you more.” you leaned in, capturing him in a soft, but deep kiss. when you pulled away you beamed, “love you most!” before quickly walking over to wear your clothes were stored, grabbing sweats.
as you were stepping into your second pant leg, yongwoo walked in. “oh thank god,” he sighed, seeing you both almost fully dressed. “ian, put a shirt on,” he joked before grabbing his sweatshirt off the couch at the front of the bus. “it’s also a little cold so, sweatshirts too,” he suggested before walking off the bus again.
you both looked at each other, shrugging knowing you’d both go out in t-shirts to cool down.
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Summary: Christmas with your family is always exhausting, you’re too many glasses of wine deep to stay quiet when they start spouting their conservative bullshit. Looking for an escape, you message the one man who’s been chasing you for months.
Word Count: 3.4k
Pairing: Jonghyun x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Public Sex, Unprotected Sex.
You place your glass back down on the table, and make quick work unscrewing the cap on the bottle of wine you’ve been drinking from. It’s late in the evening, you’ve spent the majority of the day stuck in your grandmothers house for Christmas, and you’re at breaking point.
With a full glass in hand, you take a deep breath before returning to the lounge room. With each passing second, you regret getting a lift here with your parents, rather than driving yourself, and you steal glances over at your handbag, feeling as if your house keys are calling for you.
“I’m voting conservative again.” Your Aunt exclaims proudly.
You audibly groan, attracting the attention of some of your family members. A scowl crosses your face, ready to fire at anyone who speaks next.
“What’s your problem?” Your Uncle asks.
“I’m not voting for a bigot.” You reply.
“He’s going to do what’s best for the country!” Your aunt replies.
Oh, here we go.
“Yeah, I guess if you’re upper middle class, straight, cisgender and secular then, sure.” You say.
You roll your eyes as the conversation continues, arguing back and forth as you scull your wine. You leave mid-sentence to fill your glass again, and return in hopes that the conversation will have ceased. Instead you come back to see every single member present all discussing how great it is to live in a country where people aren’t all treated fairly.
Well, that’s not exactly what they said, but that’s exactly how you take it.
You’re close to putting your own, or someone else’s head through a wall, but you make peace and distract yourself by pulling your phone out of your pocket. You’re unsurprised to see a text message notification, this boy has been chasing you for months.
You have resisted temptation so far, not wanting to give in, half believing he is only after you as a joke, he’s far too handsome and sweet to actually be into you. You’re definitely crushing as well, but he’s perfect and you’re just... you.
Jonghyun
Merry Christmas!
You
Merry Christmas to you, too!
You look up from your phone, just as you hear your grandfather spout some more bullshit.
“I just don’t think gay people should be allowed to marry.” He declares.
You stifle a scream, and instead turn focus on the message that has come through.
Jonghyun
How’s your day going?
You
I need to get the fuck out of here. Now.
You try to ignore the words of your family, hearing them all agree with your grandfather is making you sick. They know you’ve dated girls before, you’ve dated boys too, but you guess your sexuality doesn’t mean much to them, or that they disagree with it.
Jonghyun
What’s the address?
You type the address out and send it through, staring at your phone intently awaiting his response. This will be the first time you and Jonghyun have hung out just as two, and not surrounded by your friends, and you are more than a little bit nervous.
Jonghyun
I’ll be there in 15 minutes.
You breathe a sigh of relief, knowing you’ll be able to escape soon. You pick up your handbag and walk into the kitchen, finishing your glass of wine and instantly pouring yourself another. You lean back against the counter and finish the next glass, waiting impatiently for time to go faster.
When you finish your glass, you leave it on the kitchen counter and walk into the bathroom. After washing your hands, you fix your hair and touch up your makeup before you head towards the front door. Walking past the lounge room on your way out, none of your family even notices your missing presence.
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You rest against the fence and watch as Jonghyun’s car pulls up in front of you. Shivering from the cold, you jog over to the car and let yourself in on the passengers side.
Your heart skips a beat as you look at the handsome man in front of you, his black hair, middle-parted, covering his forehead, his dark brown eyes, warm and inviting. He wears a black silk shirt, unbuttoned half way, giving you way more of a view than you were expecting. He is wearing tight black pants, latex, too tight, you quickly raise your eyes to meet his, not wanting to get caught staring.
“You look beautiful.” Jonghyun says.
“Thank you, Jjong. So do you.” You reply.
“So where are we escaping to?” He asks playfully.
“Literally anywhere but here.” You respond.
Jonghyun hums as he ponders, raising his hand to his chin in thought. You catch yourself staring again at his profile, the way the streetlight reflects off his his sharp cheekbones, and his defined jaw. The way his lips pout and his nose scrunches slightly as he thinks. You’re attracted to him, so damn attracted to him, and the glasses of wine you’ve had aren’t helping that either.
“We could go to the lookout?” Jonghyun asks
“I haven’t been there since I was a kid.” You reply.
You know exactly where he is talking about, not too far from here, the view over the city is amazing from what you can remember of it. Romantic, too, almost too romantic, once again unsurprised but taken aback by the sweetness of the man next to you.
Jonghyun only nods, before starting his car up again and beginning the drive towards your destination. The sounds of R’n’b soul music fills the car, and you smile as you watch Jonghyun move along to the music, mouthing the words, but not singing aloud.
“Do you want to talk about why you needed to leave so badly?” He asks.
“My family are bigots. I would’ve drunk myself to death if I stayed there any longer.” You say.
“What were they saying?” He asks again.
“They were being real homophobic. Saying that marriage equality shouldn’t be legalised.” You reply.
You feel anger rise as you replay the conversation in your head, the only thing distracting you is the sudden feeling of weight on your leg. You open your eyes to see Jonghyun’s hand on your thigh, he squeezes once gently, and you feel his fingertips through your stockings against your skin. You turn your head to face him, although he is still staring at the road ahead.
“I’m sorry, that’s so awful. You should be allowed to marry whoever you want.” He says.
“Right? What if me and Mina never broke up? Or what if I fell for another girl? I feel like they would only come to my wedding if I married a guy anyway.” You respond.
You feel stupid, bringing up your ex girlfriend in front of Jonghyun, you don’t like her anymore, and you broke up almost a year ago, but you still feel silly bringing her up.
“They’re not your true family if they don’t love you for who you are. Sometimes you have to make your own family, and that’s fine, too.” Jonghyun replies.
“Thanks, Jjong. That means a lot.” You say.
You see Jonghyun’s cheeks burn red, and feel yours do exactly the same. You knew you liked him, but hadn’t realised just how hard you were crushing on him, until now that you’re alone together, in his car, overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne and the aura of his presence.
“Oh, I love this song!” Jonghyun says excitedly.
You look over as Jonghyun begins to sing along with the music, and are taken aback by his vocal skills. He looks so casual, one hand on the wheel, the other rested on your thigh, as he happily gives you a solo performance. You’re mesmerised, and embarrassed about just how mesmerised you are, eyes wide, drinking in everything he does.
He peers over at you, and just a hint of a smile crosses his face, clearly pleased that you’re impressed by him, but not wanting to show you just how happy he is.
The song finishes, and you sit in silence for the last few minutes of the drive, until he pulls up in the empty parking lot of the lookout. You look down at Jonghyun’s hand still holding your thigh, and you feel butterflies as he squeezes you one more time before letting go.
You both step out of the car, back into the cold evening air. You shiver instantly, as you join Jonghyun who sits back against the hood of the car. You stare out over the skyline, the city underneath you lit up like a reflection of the stars in the sky.
“You’re shivering, are you okay?” Jonghyun asks.
Your teeth chatter as he reaches over, pulling you into the crook of his shoulder and he begins to rub your arm to try and warm you up. You can see your breath in front of you, the air as cold as ice, and you lean into the warmth of Jonghyun next to you.
“Okay, you’re not getting any warmer. Back in the car, then?” Jonghyun asks you.
“If that’s okay? We can still see the view from inside, right?” You ask.
“Of course, Princess. I don’t want you getting sick on Christmas.” Jonghyun says.
Your heart swells at the pet name he calls you, and you stand up from the hood and walk back around to the passengers side door. Sitting in the car again, you start to feel warmer almost instantly, but you still shake from the cold chill to your bones.
He leans across from his seat, trying to find a comfortable position to lean into you from. You laugh as he whines in pain from stabbing himself in the side with his gear shift. He pouts at you as he sits back up, but your laughter is contagious and he soon laughs along too.
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“Come, let me warm you up.” Jonghyun says.
Your jaw almost drops to the floor when he pats his lap, gesturing for you to sit on him.
“Jonghyun, I...” You start.
“Princess, please.” He urges.
You’re tentative in your movements, but tipsy enough to take the opportunity with the man who has been persistently chasing you for so long. You know that this is exactly why you messaged him, so why you’re nervous is beyond you. You think that maybe it’s because you’ve thought about this too many times, that now you’re actually close enough for it to happen, you are terrified.
You climb over the centre console, and sit across him so that your weight is mostly on the seat. He wraps his arms around you, and you are gracious for the warmth he has.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He says.
“Me too.” You admit shyly.
He snuggles in closer to you, and pulls you in closer by your thighs. You feel his hot breath on your neck and you lean back instinctively, craving more than just that. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel him press his lips against the nape of your neck. You feel his tongue slip out of his mouth, and goosebumps raise on your skin as he licks in one smooth movement from the back of your neck, up to your earlobe.
“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, too.” He whispers.
“I know.” You reply.
“Then why have you made me wait so long, Princess?” Jonghyun asks you.
He nips your earlobe, causing you to throw your head back, leaving your neck open for him, wanting him to mark you.
Instead, he takes your cheek in his hand and turns your head to face him. He stares into your eyes, his own glazed with desire.
“I asked you a question. Why have you made me wait so long?” He repeats.
You’re so turned on, by his voice, by his demeanour, by the feeling of his skin against yours. You are unsure of how to respond, not wanting to tell him that it was your own self-doubt that stopped you from pursuing him every time you caught him staring at you from across the room.
“I thought you’d be more fun if I kept you waiting.” You reply with a smirk.
“You’re really asking for it, huh?” He asks.
“I wouldn’t have asked you to rescue me if I wasn’t, would I?” You ask him back.
“Good, because I’m fucking desperate.” He replies.
Your neck still on display, no further conversation is had before he takes to kissing you. You moan out as he leaves his first mark, sucking feverishly at your skin, the skin he had stared at, dreamt of, wanted to taste for so long. You trace shapes with your fingernails on his arms that are wrapped around you, as he lets his hands explore your body.
“Your body is perfect.” He whispers.
“Oh, says you.” You respond.
“You haven’t even seen it yet.” He replies.
“Oh, so I’m going to?” You ask.
Jonghyun moans into your neck, answering your question without needing to use his words. His kisses become more desperate, he kisses along your jawline until his lips meet yours. He tastes better than you’d imagined, his tongue slipping into your mouth with ease.
Your cravings intensify, your hands raise to his face, desperately wanting more of him. His hands are on your waist, his fingernails dig in to your skin, begging you closer to him. You turn your body, your knees either side of his hips, straddling his waist, as you kiss him deeper, harder, longer.
You grind down on him, pressure building in your stomach as you feel the outline of his member through those skinny latex pants. Your hands run through his hair as your breathing syncs up. You let one of your hands drop to his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, leaving his chest on display for you to admire.
Jonghyun reaches up and slips the straps of your dress off your shoulders, your body exposed to him as you went without a bra for the backless number you wore. He kisses along your collarbones, and down to your breasts, sucking lightly on each of your nipples before moving back up to kiss your lips again.
“I want you.” He says.
“You have me.” You reply.
He lifts you up just enough so that your dress falls down over your hips, and you take that opportunity of freedom to pull his pants down past his knees. He rolls them off at his ankles, and takes his time slowly tracing along the elastic waistband of the sheer stockings you have on.
You gasp as he suddenly tears the fabric from you, his fingers breaking through the thin material as he rips them from your legs. Your panties go down with them, and you’re left fully naked, in the drivers seat of his car, with his eyes drinking you up under the moonlight.
You resume your comfortable position on his lap once more, your kisses hotter with every moment. You grind down on his erection, feeling yourself wet, aroused, wanting nothing more than to feel all of him inside of you.
“You’re not gonna change your mind, are you?” He asks with a hint of doubt in his voice.
“Not a chance.” You say.
He grabs your ass with both hands, lifting you up so that he can shimmy his underwear down his legs. Both completely naked now, he sticks two fingers in his mouth before taking them to your already dripping core.
“Fuck, so tight, Princess...” He whines.
He inserts one finger inside of you, and brushes your clit with his thumb. You moan at the contact, pushing back onto his finger so that he will insert the second. You breathe into his ear, kissing along his neck as he warms you up, his fingers like magic to your body.
“Want more, Jjong-ah.” You plead.
“What do you want?” He asks.
“Want your cock, all of it.” You say.
He pulls his fingers out, and cups your ass to lift you up again. This time, he lines himself up before guiding your hips back down, lowering you until he can’t go any further.
“Holy fuck, Princess, you feel so fucking good.” Jonghyun says, his voice raspy.
You lift your hips and lower them again, slowly adjusting to his size. You grind down as you ride him, your body slowly getting used to the feeling.
“You okay?” He asks you sincerely.
“Mhmm...” You start, “so fucking good.”
As you get more comfortable, you pick up the pace, Jonghyun’s hands on your ass helping support you as you bounce on him. You forget, for a moment, that you’re in his car, in a public park, and could be caught at any moment. Though once you remember, you only find it all the more arousing.
Just as your thighs begin to burn, Jonghyun lifts you up and your positions are switched. He reaches down to pull the lever, laying the drivers seat flat, you’re on your back underneath him, his legs between yours as he enters you again.
“So pretty, all of you is so fucking pretty...” Jonghyun says.
“Says you.” You respond.
Your fingernails dig into his back, loving every second you feel him filling you up. Your moans in sync, you are lost again in the moment, never wanting it to end. His fingers knot in your hair as he presses his forehead to yours, his furrowed brow dripped in sweat as he fucks you with the desperation he has felt for you since he can remember.
“I want to do so much more than just fuck you in my car.” He says.
“Like what?” You ask.
You wrap your legs around him, leaning your hips up so he can thrust into you harder, deeper, faster. Your desperation for release is ever growing, your cries escalating in volume.
“I want to taste you... dripping wet on my tongue as I make you cum with my mouth.” He says, reaching down to tease your clit again.
“Fuck, Jjong, I want that too.” You whine.
“I want to fuck you on every surface we can fucking find.” He continues.
“If it’s always gonna feel this good, I want it too.” You reply.
Your stomach knots, you know you could be so close to release, but you don’t want this to end, you’re not even nearly done.
“It’ll be better. Being able to take you in any position I want, any position you want.” He says.
His fingers continue to work your clit, as his movements begin to stutter, you know he must be close, too. You move your head so you can kiss him, the both of you keep your eyes open so you can continue your gaze. Your kisses are a mess of tongue, moans and heavy breathing, you can’t hold back much longer.
“Jjong... I’m gonna...” You breathe.
“Cum for me, Princess.” He pleads.
You feel your walls tighten, and release, as your whines escalate to near-screams, a steady repetition of Jonghyun’s name called over and over as your orgasm takes control of you. With twitching legs, curled toes and a loss of clear vision, you feel Jonghyun too reach his climax, filling you up while he kisses you with passion.
You hold tight onto him as your bodies cease rocking, you kiss him and don’t let go as you come back to reality, your breathing slows down as you realise you finally got to sleep with the man who has crushed on you, and who you have crushed on, for so long now.
“That was so good...” You sigh.
“Merry Christmas, Princess.” He replies.
He kisses you gently on the forehead, before pulling out of you. You grab your underwear off the floor of the car and pull them on, before moving back to the passenger seat to dress again, this time without stockings, unable to get the torn pair back on. You laugh as Jonghyun apologises for tearing them in his desperation to get you naked, not minding in the slightest.
“Back to mine?” He asks.
“I’d love that.” You reply.
You sit silent as he begins the journey back to his house, his hand resting on your thigh once more. You absentmindedly play with his fingers as you stare out the window, counting houses that are covered in Christmas lights as you go.
I didn't proof read this so if there are any mistakes I apologize 🙏
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𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠
He would absolutely adore to lay on your back while you lay on your stomach. He would plant kisses down your back (in a non sexual way ofc) and he'd trace circles on your sides. If he'd had a stressful day at work he'd want to lay on your chest whilst you play in his hair.
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𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚
He'd be the type to spoon you. He would want to be the big spoon, if you wanted to be the big spoon he'd act like he dislikes it but in reality he actually loves it so much to the point he falls asleep to you playing in his hair behind him.
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𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨
This man right here, would be the most cuddly cuddle bug on the face of earth, he doesn't really care what cuddle position you guys cuddle in, as long as your beside him.
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𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠
Ok hear me out when I say this but he'd be the one to face you and be tangled with you underneath the blankets. He wouldn't really care about how you guys cuddle, he'd just want to be beside you at all times.
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𝐒𝐚𝐧
He'd want to lay on his back while you are plastered against him. This is his absolute favorite just because he's able to see your pretty face and play with your hair while you sleep. He's also the type to give you kisses on top of your head while your passed out.
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𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢
He's a giant teddy bear, OFC he'd be the little spoon. He'd want to marry you on the spot of you hum to him while he goes to sleep. Like for example, let's say you were facing him and he's burried in your neck (in a non sexual way) , and you hum to him while you also play in his hair, slowly tracing shapes, he'd be passed out in about 5 minutes.
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𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠
He would DIE (not literally) to lay on your chest and listen to your heart beat. It would put him to sleep faster than the speed of light because he's so comfortable with you and he loves you to bits and pieces.
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𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨
He would want to lay on your thighs when your sitting (He'd call them his pillows). He absolutely loves them so much. Oh and Lord help us all if you have thicker thighs... Lord have mercy he loves them so so so much. It doesn't matter if you are laying on your belly or your back, he'd want to lay on your thighs.
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