I am so sorry for reposting again this but Tumblr is mad at me and I donât think my post was showing up in tags so I am trying one last time :(
Smut: Minors DNI
Felix tries to help you relax after the two of you sneak out to the hot tub late at night
Contains: Smut, Minor DNI, Oral (female receiving), public sex
Word Count: 1769
Authorâs Note:Iâve had this in my drafts for way too long because I was never happy with how it turned out. After much editing, Iâm still not in love with it but screw it I gotta post it. Just use this as a guide and make it sound better in your head lol.
âMeet me by the hot tub at 1am,â Felix whispered as he passed by, his hand grazing your hip. His deep voice sends chills down your spine, anticipation of what the night holds has you buzzing.
It had been over an hour since you'd arrived at Hongjoong's studio. He'd been in deep focus with the song he was working on, muttering under his breath with Eden when you arrived with his favorite takeout.
Eden took that as his cue to leave, knowing you'd prefer to spend some alone time with your boyfriend.
It was a nice time, just sitting there and eating while Hongjoong told you about his day and caught you up to speed on what he was working on and what he was excited for.
It was always a treat for you to see him in such a state. In his element so to speak that it never bothered you once when he went off the rails on whatever conversation you were having.
However, since it was him who invited you over to begin with, you were starting to get a little⊠antsy waiting for him to finish whatever project he was working on. Normally it didnât bother you to wait for him to finish but tonight for some reason, you were getting impatient.
Maybe it was just because he had been the one to invite you over. Maybe it was because he looked so damn good in those sweats. Maybe it was because you hadnât been intimate in a while.
Whatever the reason, you were starting to get⊠needy.
Hongjoong seemed to be oblivious when you got up from the small black leather sofa in the back of the studio and moved to sit in the chair Eden had previously been sitting in. Hongjoong glanced over at you, flashing you a smile but went back to his computer, focused on the screen.
You took the opportunity to look him over, taking in all his features and the way the light from the computer screen shone on his face.
He was barely bobbing his head to whatever music was playing through the beats he was wearing, hands resting near his keyboard as he most likely repeated a section of his project over and over to make sure it sounded the way he wanted it to.
He didnât move when you leaned in closer, resting your chin on his shoulder. He merely smiled at your proximity and continued working. He didnât even flinch when your hand moved to his arm, resting against his bicep.
He was so focused on his work that he only reacted when you kissed his neck. He giggled, whispering that it tickled. You rested your chin on his shoulder, your hand moving to the back of his neck and playing with the hair at the base of his head.
He loved it when you played with his hair but you also knew exactly how much it turned him on when you tugged on it, even playfully.
And thatâs exactly what you did. Lightly tugging but playing it off as you combed your fingers through his locks. That combined with the occasional kisses to his neck had the exact effect on him you wanted and you could see him getting hard.
âJackpot.â
As carefully as you could, you scooted closer, closing the distance between your chairs as much as you could and continued to tug at his hair, lips moving against the skin of his neck until you heard him sigh, tilting his head away to give you more access.
You looked up to see his eyes flutter shut and took that opportunity to sneak your free hand down to rest on his thigh.
âBabe,â he said softly, more of a warning than anything else.
âI need to finish this,â he whined, trying to pull himself together, opening his eyes and resuming his work.
You werenât going to give up that easily though.
Your hand on his thigh slid up, fingers skimming over his obvious erection. You watched as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth but his eyes stayed glued to his screen.
Your hand continued up, fingers toying with the waistband of his sweats but he said nothing nor made any move to stop you. You could almost see the wheels in his head turning as he tried to process what to do.
You took that lapse in his focus to slip your hand inside his pants and boxers, finding his cock quickly and wrapped your fingers around him, making him hiss. âYah, Y/N,â he whined. âIâm trying to work,â he added, lips twitching as he tried not to smirk.
You looked up at him, blinking innocently. âIâm not doing anything,â you murmured. Hongjoong scoffed, rolling his eyes but said nothing. You waited for him to relax under your touch before moving again.
Hongjoong let out a groan, head falling back against the headrest of his chair as you slowly began to stroke him, watching his lips part and feeling a small sense of pride at being the cause for his lack of focus.
âWhatâs wrong, Joongie?â You asked innocently. âI thought you had work to do.â
Hongjoongâs eyes snapped open and he turned his head to look at you, fixing you with a semi-stern glare. âWork? Work??â He asked, hips bucking up into your hand.
âI cannot possibly focus with your damn hand in myââ
He couldnât finish his sentence because the next second your lips were on his in a rushed and heated kiss, hand still stroking him in his pants.
âFuck,â Hongjoong groaned as he pulled back from the kiss. He turned his chair to face you, pulling your hand and his cock out of his pants and pulled you up out of your seat. âFine,â he growled as he pulled you onto his lap, thankful for the skirt you decided to wear.
You pulled your panties to the side and sank down on him quickly, moaning at the sudden intrusion.
âIâve been waiting an hour for this,â you whined, resting your hands on his shoulders as you circled your hips, leaning in to kiss him as his hips grabbed your ass, guiding your hips to roll against him.
âSorry I made you wait,â he murmured against your lips as you slowly rode him.
âYou can make it up to me now,â you breathed, lifting up and sinking back down slowly, taking as much of his cock as you could in this position. Hongjoong reached over to the desk, pushing his keyboard and other computer accessories out of the way before wrapping both arms around you and standing up to set you on the edge of the desk.
He thrust into you, making you cry out at the force as he set a quick and punishing pace, pounding into you.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you cursed as you tried to hold onto him. âHoly shit, Joong.â
âIsnât this what you wanted, baby?â He asked, a smirk on his face. The same smirk you usually saw on stage or when you were in the bedroom. âFor me to fuck you?â
Unable to speak because of how he was fucking you into oblivion, you opted for nodding vigorously. Hongjoong chuckled as he continued to thrust into you.
âCanât even speak? What a dumb, needy, little slut.â
Normally those words would sting, hurt your ego, but for some reason when Hongjoong said them now, it only made you moan, the familiar building tension in your lower abdomen starting.
Hongjoong knew you well enough that you were getting close and it only made him laugh lightly again.
âSo close already, baby?â He asked. You nodded wordlessly.
Hongjoong gave you a particularly hard thrust and caused you to cry out. âWords, baby girl,â he commanded and you obeyed instantly.
âYes!â
Hongjoong moved one of his hands up to cup your cheek. âGood girl,â he replied.
âNow come for me,â he added.
All it took was those four words to have you coming with a mewl of his name, your toes curling and eyes rolling back as Hongjoong helped you ride out your orgasm.
As you came down, you looked up at your boyfriend, eyes focusing on him as he watched you come back to reality. âJesus Christ, Joong,â you whined. His hips has slowed to a roll as he helped you come down.
âOh Iâm not done,â he said, snapping his hips forward.
Contains: Dom!Yoongi, Oral (m. and f. receiving), Slight Breeding Kink, Slight Degradation, Slight Exhibition
Synopsis: Y/N was extremely teasing. Both were impatient, so the car would have to do.
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It took him two seconds getting into the car.
âWeâre going home,â he growled, turning the key and flipping on the headlights as he drove down the road.
âBaby,â she whined, looking over to Yoongi.
The entire night she had been playing a game of cat and mouse with her boyfriend. (Y/N), the entire night, was fully aware of the glances that Yoongi kept giving her throughout the night while she sat through the double date they had planned with Jungkook and his girlfriend. By the first round of drinks, her hand had rested on Yoongiâs thigh. By the main course, it was reaching further and further up into the inter thigh, resting there, a pinky grazing upon a bulge that was beginning to grow.
Yoongi was madly pissed about it, not even words could fully explain how truly pissed he was. She was not going to get away with acting like that in public, Yoongi wouldnât allow it for a second.
During the meal, he had grabbed her hand, forcing it back down, and squishing her thigh between his big hand.
âJust wait until we get home.â
By the time they found themselves in the car, Yoongiâs grip on the steering wheel as he kept his eyes directly on the road was so rough his knuckles had gone white.
Meanwhile, (Y/N) had began to occupy herself. She was begging for it the entire night, and her clit was practically pulsing underneath her panties, begging for attention. She even picked out the beautiful velvety red ones that she knew Yoongi liked more than any other pair.
âCanât you just pull over?â She begged again, âI know you want it as bad as I do,â she pleaded.
âYouâre so fucking desperate,â he scoffed, not even parting eyes to her again, âDid all of this just to rile me up? Did you even want to go on the date with Jungkook or just sleep with me.â
âYou know I love date nights with you, Yoongs,â (Y/N) mumbled, reaching to move her legs up against the dashboard, her heels coming off as well, âI just thought the stars were pretty enough to fuck under.â
Yoongiâs eyebrows furrowed as he sharply inhaled. (Y/N) knew that sentence got him good.
âFucking hell,â he whispered under his breath, but still kept driving.
Now begging for a release, (Y/N) slowly reached her hand underneath the fabric of her tight black dress; it had begun to rise up due to her legs being kicked upwards. Underneath Yoongi could see out of the corner of his eyes the red peaking out from beneath, the stark contrast.
âAre you sure you want to wait until we get home?â She whispered, âIt wouldnât be as fun then.â
Yoongi moved and slowed down his driving a bit, it was late at night so there were practically no cars out. One hand tightened his grip on the steering wheel, while the other moved to grasp onto (Y/N)âs raised thigh.
She let out a soft moan as he grabbed onto it, purposefully raising the dress a bit more with her index finger.
âYou even dressed all pretty underneath for me?â He whispered, âI donât even have to fully look to know how fucking desperate your face must look right now. You just want me to finger you here right in this car, huh?â
She let out a soft moan to affirm, and Yoongi let out a growl in return.
His index finger reached around to hook around the fabric of the red panties, which were now completely soaked with anticipation. The forefront of the finger reached around to lap up how wet she truly was, before moving upwards towards her clit to rub in small circles.
âHow long were you sitting there this fucking wet?â he mumbled.
âThe entire dinner.â She responded with a moan as she spread her legs a bit, however the car restricted her movement a lot as she pulled her legs back, allowing Yoongi a pretty view that would tease him to have to miss.
âSurprised you didnât get the whole seat soaked,â He mumbled as he reached around and added his middle finger into the mix, rubbing faster.
âYoongi,â she moaned out as he did, her head throwing backwards.
He paused for a second, reaching over to the radio and completely shutting it down. Usually they would have few words on a night home and just listen to music and enjoy the ride together. Not now, however. Yoongi wanted to hear everything.
Soon he dove back in, and inserted both fingers swiftly. He was skilled with them to say the least, having lots of experience, especially particularly with what (Y/N) liked. Of course, she preferred him eating her out, but this would do.
âAh, more,â She moaned.
Yoongi was able to hold quite a fast speed with his other hand while he multitasked on the road and her. She had been so wet, she barely needed any preparation, and he slicked by inside of her with no restriction.
âI canât give you more until you get home, but at this point Iâm not sure you deserve it.â He growled.
âI do!â She responded, âPlease, I want you to fuck me right now!â
A beat. Yoongi went faster as her moans grew more desperate, the pleasure sinking into her stomach at how aggressively Yoongi had began to finger her. That pace was a sure sign that he was getting equally as sexually frustrated at her teasing, and taking it out on her.
With a swift turn, he pulled over to the side of the abandoned road, unbuckling himself and pulling her seat back.
âGet in the back right now,â he growled, moving back there as he climbed over the dash.
(Y/N) smiled with satisfaction of getting what she wanted, and head eagerly back, leaving the panties behind.
âYou couldnât fucking wait ten minutes,â He said as he grabbed her wrists, pinning her down horizontally across the back seats, pushing himself over her.
A rush of excitement went down her spine as she laid under Yoongiâs cold gaze.
âNeither could you,â She smirked, when Yoongi suddenly inserted both his fingers again into her, returning at such a pace that cut her snarkiness off.
âWhatâs the word?â he grumbled, going faster.
âAh- ah- snow globe!â she moaned out, barely able to let it off her tongue at the sudden return of pleasure from him.
âGood,â he said, âBecause Iâm going to fuck you over and over until youâre barely able to walk out of this car.â
Yoongi leaned down and connected his lips hungrily underneath the dress. He licked down at her, still fingering her in such a pace that the stimulation of his warm tongue, contrasted to the ignored clit sent her legs shaking. He lapped at it with such a ferocity that her hips began to shake with the stimulation. However, he quickly restricted the movement by pinning her hips with his other (now free) hand.
âIâm going to-â
âNoâ
He backed off so fast, (Y/N) got a wave of whiplash, gasping as she reached her hips up at Yoongi, begging for more unconsciously. Her clit was a shimmery pretty red at the attention, the arousal only greedy for more.
âGod,â he whispered, âYouâre so needy,â
âYou love me.â She smirked.
âI do,â he responded, âSo fucking much. But no sweet talk is going to escape you from this punishment.â
Slowly he reached down and pulled down his pants, struggling against his bulge a bit as he sprung out, the tip equally as red and needy.
âThis is hardly a punishment,â (Y/N) smiled, âYou clearly need this as much as I doâ
âStop talking or else Iâll make you shut up,â
âMake me.â
He moved upwards, and connected the tip of his dick to her lips. She barely had any time to register what he wanted before it was shoved in between her lips, forcing her mouth open as her eyes widened.
âChoke on it, see what talking back gets you.â
(Y/N) closed her eyes as she took Yoongi in her mouth, runnng her tongue over his tip while she got the opportunity. Any more was shut down however as soon as he started thrusting into her mouth, almost making her gag for a second.
âTry to talk now.â he said, continuing to thrust as spit began to dribble down the corner of (Y/N)âs mouth.
(Y/N) at any moment knew she could just tap her hand against his side and heâd stop, but she was enjoying it. She kept lapping up Yoongi as much as she possibly could, her tongue running along him at whatever chance she got within the reckless thrusts. That was pretty little, however.
Soon, he pulled out, a kiss connecting them both still together as spit ran down (Y/N)âs face for a moment before Yoongi wiped it off.
âI donât have a condom in here,â Yoongi groaned.
âI donât care,â (Y/N) said, meeting eyes with Yoongi, âPlease,â
After that however, soon Yoongi was aligning himself at her entrance, shoving himself in. A moan released from (Y/N)âs mouth.
âFinally,â she moaned out.
Yoongi scoffed as he thrusted into her, not even giving her time to adjust as he pushed himself in. There was no restriction however, as (Y/N) was so eager that even a lack of lube couldnât even stop them either.
âYoongi!â she moaned, âGod you feel so good,â
âYou do too,â he said before leaning over her ear, âAnd Iâm going to fuck you and watch my cum drip out of you since thatâs all you wanted tonight.â
His thrusts got faster at the idea, and (Y/N) only grew more excited. Her hands reached over to his back, nails digging in as her thighs began to shake.
âPlease, I want that so bad,â she moaned.
It wasnât before long she got exactly what she wanted. Yoongiâs thrusts got more reckless as he felt himself on edge.
âAre you sure?â he asked one last time, âIâm about to come,â
âYes!â She moaned, her legs shaking again.
Yoongi finally snapped as he coated the inside of (Y/N), riding it out with slow rhythmic thrusts. As soon as he pulled out, (Y/N) went through her own orgasm. Her voice broke into a high pitch as she came, squirting onto Yoongiâs stomach. He minded little.
âYouâre so pretty,â He whispered as he looked down at her.
Throughout the ordeal, her boobs peaked out the top of her dress, haven fallen out, and she was glistening with sweat, legs spread and black dress stained with the white that was dripping out of her entrance. Her eyes were fucked out, but still meeting Yoongiâs. Her mouth sat agape, trying to catch her breath.
âI needed that,â she smiled, laughing out a bit. âSee what I mean the stars were pretty enough to fuck under now?â
âShut up, because youâre only going to get your real punishment when you get home.â Yoongi said, climbing back into the front seat, zipping up his pants. His own hair stuck to his forehead as he drove back home.
pairing: athlete!yeonjun x nerd!reader (fem), genre: smut, fingering words: 1.2k+, warnings: 18+ content, read at your own discretion, both characters are of legal age
the nerd of the school had no business in the sports hall. so what were you doing wandering about there?
if someone were to see you it would definitely raise a lot of suspicion. not only were you in the place that was farthest from the library, but also nowhere near close to the girlâs side of the hall.
âmeet me in the locker room,â he'd said, âi'll show you what i'm capable of.â
you were nervous. yeonjun always brought out the worst in you. ever since you'd been seeing him, a part of you that you never even fathomed existed had been awakened. if anyone ever found out about your shenanigans with him, you'd be extremely embarrassed.
at the end of the hall you found the thick, blue, metal door that led to the male athlete's locker rooms. with a deep breath, you pushed it open and stepped inside.
immediately, you were smacked in the face with a scent that smelled like a mixture of dried sweat and expensive cologne. the air inside was damp and heavy, as if all the athletes had just finished cleaning up after a long game even though the season had ended months ago. it seemed some things just never lost their touch.
âyeonjun? are you here?â you called out cautiously. your voice bounced against the dark gray walls, making you feel small.
an airy chuckle, followed by the clearing of a throat brought your attention to the long row of lockers adjacent to you. yeonjun stood there leaning against one with his arms crossed over his chest.
âfinally, you made it. you have no idea how long i've been waiting for you,â he said, walking over to you. his confidence always intimidated you. you stood still as a statue, getting more anxious in his presence. when he reached you, he pulled your chin up with his finger, leaving you no choice but to stare into his shiny, brown eyes.
âbeen a while hasn't it? did you miss me?â he asked, grinning because he knew it would be hard for you to admit. you nodded meekly, eyes faltering between every feature of his handsome face.
âof course you did,â he figured, slowly running his thumb over your bottom lip. your stomach fluttered at his touch and you closed your eyes in an attempt to calm down.you didn't want him to think you were pathetic by overreacting. he'd barely done anything and you were already starting to lose it.
yeonjun snickered and moved his hand to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his. his warm breath fanned over your mouth, making you twitch in anticipation and excitement.
âwant me to kiss you?â he asked in a low whisper. you didn't have the courage to open your eyes. âyes please,â you answered quietly.
yeonjun hummed and brought his lips right over yours, leaving a hairâs length of space between them. wanting to show him how eager you were, but also to satisfy your own impatience, you closed the gap, firmly planting your lips on his.
despite how greedily you were kissing each other there was something relaxing about the kiss. perhaps it was the
fact that you were reuniting after a long time of not seeing each other. or maybe, more simply, it was because of the undying lust you had for one another.
yeonjun grabbed your waist with his other hand and pushed you back until you crashed into a locker. he pulled away from your lips and immediately attacked your jaw and neck with full, wet kisses. you gasped and threw your head back, clutching his tie desperately. as he worked on your neck his fingers quickly unbuttoned your blouse and once he was done with that he reached behind your back to unclip your bra.
the flimsy material was off your body in a matter of seconds, setting your breasts free. yeonjun pulled your waist forward and leaned down to wrap his lips around your nipple. whimpering at the sensitive feeling, you pressed your palms flat against the cool metal of the lockers on either side of your head.
he groped and squeezed your other breast and tweaked your nipple until it perked up, not wanting to leave it unattended. his touch was stimulating something between your legs, making you squirm in place.
âyou like it that much huh?â he asked as he pulled away to catch his breath. âit feels nice,â you timidly admitted, trying to ignore the strong pulses of your throbbing cunt. yeonjun smirked and trailed a finger up your thigh, pushing your skirt out of the way. âbut it feels better when i touch you here, doesn't it?â he suggested, tweaking your panties teasingly.
you didn't need to answer him because he already knew he was right. yeonjun brought his face close to yours again and aggressively pushed his hand inside your panties. after crashing his lips onto yours, he used three fingers to speedily rub your clit, making your squeal. he swallowed your noises, continuing the intense stimulation until your panties were soaked.
once he was satisfied with your wetness, he slipped two fingers inside your walls and began pumping them in and out of you at lightning speed. tight, high pitched moans poured out of your mouth. furrowing your brows, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried your best not to feel overwhelmed by the pleasure.
his fingers curled at just the right angle, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. he himself was grunting as he sucked on your skin and the mere sound of it had you dripping. you felt helpless, like there was nothing you could do but struggle to stay upright as you fell apart on his fingers.
"i'm gonna cum," you managed to say, too far gone to properly form coherent words. yeonjun kept going, determined to make you cum. he slotted his lips with yours in a steamy kiss, making sure you were paying attention to him. as fun as it would be to brag about how he made you slip away from reality, he wanted you to be aware of each and every tiny sensation he gave you.
through the fluid motions of his fingers, your orgasm hit with surprise. as you started cumming, yeonjun didn't stop. even when your walls tightly clenched around his digits, his speed never slowed. he dragged you through your orgasm diligently until he was sure there was nothing else he could draw from you.
a second before the sensitivity settled in. he pulled his fingers out and examined them in front of you, displaying how wet and sticky they were. you felt flustered just by looking at them.
he then brought his soaked digits to your lips, prompting you to let him slip them in your mouth. you did as he wordlessly asked, impulsively running your tongue over them to thoroughly lick off all your arousal.
once yeonjun was satisfied, he took his fingers out and trailed them down the valley of your breasts.
"it amazes me how hot you can be sometimes," he shared, gently caressing your boob. you were exhausted even though he was the one who'd done all the work.
"but i'm still not satisfied," he continued, pulling your blouse back over your chest to cover you. "how about we get in my car and i take you some place special where we can keep this going?"
he noticed you seemed reluctant, and it was because you'd never met yeonjun anywhere outside the school before, except at your house. he smiled convincingly.
"come on baby, there's nothing to be afraid of. i promise you, this will always be our little secret."
Yeonjun's arms were wrapped around you, his left hand cradling your head into his neck and his right hand massaging the underside of your thigh. You were positioned in his lap, hips gently rocking against him. He filled you up just right. Just how you needed him to right now. Deep enough to distract you from your sadness, but gentle enough not to overwhelm you even more.
He rested his head on top of yours, moaning softly at the feeling of your hot breath on his neck. He rocked his hips in time with yours, basking in the intimate atmosphere. He lowered his lips to your ear, placing a kiss to your temple before whispering gently;
"I've got you princess." he pressed another kiss to your temple, "Baby's here, he's got you."
You whimpered at the use of your pet names as he began to kiss your neck. And you just let him. He occasionally sucked on your soft skin, but he mostly just left little kisses between moans. You closed your eyes, letting whatever sounds that wanted to escape your lips out, feeling completely relaxed by the feeling of his plush lips and gentle hands.
Your senses were so overloaded with him. His scent, his touch, his breathing. The rhytm of his hips. You could feel every crease in his soft lips and could hear every tiny hitch in his breath. Everything ugly in the world melted away, and in that moment you could only think of something beautiful instead. Yeonjun.
notes/warnings; dirty talk, the slightest fingering and oral (f receiving)
word count; 500 and some change
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Renjun smirks a bit as he runs his fingers over your bare stomach, his chin resting on his fist as he looks up at you as you bite on your bottom lip. He groans a bit as he hears you moan when his fingers trace the band of your lace panites. âYou have no idea how hard you make me when you make sounds like that.â
You smile and press your head back against the pillows as his fingertips run along the side of the elastic band of your panties.
Renjun watches your reaction, before leaning to press a soft kiss to your stomach and leaning back on his hand as he teases you. âAre you wet? I bet you are. I bet you are dripping, baby. Can I check?â
Gasping, you watch as you lift your hips, and Renjun moves to sit on his knees, his hands pulling down your panties. He grins, watching you lift your legs and point your toes, as he slides the fabric up your legs, leaning to press kisses to the back of your knees as he goes, before dropping the panties off the bed.
Renjun watches you lower your legs back to the bed, before he raises a brow and looks at your legs. âSpread those legs for me. Let me see that pretty pussy.â
Biting at your lip again, you bring your legs up slightly, resting your feet on the bed, as you part your legs for him.
Renjun groans at the sight and shakes his head as he moves between your legs. He looks up at you as he lowers himself down, his face level with your core. âJust like I thought.â
You moan softly, feeling his finger slide between your wet folds as he collects some of your wetness on his finger.
âDrenched for me. It is for me, isnât it?â
You nod, which grants you a big smile and a kiss to your inner thigh, before Renjun leans closer between your legs, but his mouth doesnât touch you just yet. Instead, he licks his finger with a groan and smirks up at you.
âOh, I could spend all day between your legs. Start by eating you out slowly until you are begging me to stop, because you just canât handle it anymore. Then, Iâd fuck you slow, make you beg for me to go faster until you couldnât handle that either. Sounds like a dream, baby girl.â
Closing your eyes, you gasp out a moan as Renjun presses a soft kiss to your folds, just barely applying any pressure. He licks his lips and meets your eyes as you look between your legs at him.
âYou are delicious. Whoâs pussy is this?â
You whimper as his finger glides through your folds, teasing your clit as he watches you closely.
âMine?â
You nod and smile as he slides his finger into you, even just barely.
âThatâs right, it is, and I plan on using it all night long, so I hope you arenât tired.â
genre â smut, fluffish, angsty, a bit of crack | non-idol!au, best friends!au
warnings â artist!renjun, tiktoker!reader, unprotected sex, grinding, mild spanking, marking, oral (f. receiving), fingering, temperature play (kinda? cold paint so ig), nipple piercings, nipple play, one-sided pining
word count â 17.339 words (oOP iâm so sorry)
summary â teaming up for an artsy tiktok trend with your best friend should be a fun and wholesome experience. but when it quickly turns into paint wars, you and renjun find yourselves involved in a rather messy situation, especially if your innocent video turns out going viral for all the wrong reasons.
note â so, ig iâm back. and with an actually really unnecessarily long and dramatic fic, irdk how i managed to write so much lmao. sorry for taking so long to come up with a new fic but iâm struggling âaside from writerâs blockâ and i havenât been able to spend that much time actually writing. also, iâm so late, this isnât even trendy anymore, but who cares right? this probably has a lot of mistakes so i apologize in advance. a big thanks to one of my friends, @fanficbitchwhowriteskpopââ, who helped me A LOT while writing this, both with the ideas and the editing (of the gif and the fic). iLY SISâ„ïž anyway, i really hope you guys enjoy it and both the long wait and long length are worth it:â) feedback is greatly appreciated!
genre â slow burn, smut, some fluff if you squint
wordcount â 6.8k
details â Â fem!reader, streetracer!renjun, enemies to lovers, college!au
â where you and renjun hate each otherâs guts, but still want to fuck the shit out each other.
warnings â explicit language, hate fucking, renjun is a little mean, degradation kink, choking kink, oral receiving and giving, dom!renjun, public sex, clothed sex, big dick renjun
synopsis â  The main goal of joining the club is to make friends who share your same enjoyment of racing, but Huang Renjun will not let you live. The self proclaimed best racer is nothing, but good at shifting gears quickly because heâs the only one who drives stick shift. Competitiveness has never been in your nature, but youâd do anything to shut him up â even if it means kissing him.
Since the day you joined the Ridin Club, Huang Renjun didnât give you a break. Oftentimes, you wondered how much hatred fueled in such a tiny man. However, donât let height be the telling part of who Huang Renjun is. His robust, loud, passionate personality speaks bolder than any part of his physical appearance.Â
A boy with soft delicate features can turn sharp. Itâs faster than anyone youâve ever seen, the piercings that dot his upper cheekbone and adjacent eyebrow gives him a bit of an edge. One word. One move. And his warm smile can come falling down before you can get a glimpse.
For the longest time, you were unable to pinpoint why Renjun disliked you so much. There were many girl participants in the club, but even with the few, the boys never treated you all differently. The Ridinâ Clubâs mission and sole purpose was to embrace friendly competition and to share a love for the thrills that come from racing.
When joining, you had been convinced by a few friends you had met through a car meet to show up for at least one race. Nevertheless, it wasnât just the perfect club that called to your niche interest that had you signing up, but also the four main members that started it all.Â
