"youre being so nice to him that i almost feel jealous. you weren't so nice to me"
"that's because he's a good boy. He's so hard tae, his cock is gliding up and down and he's still waiting for me to sit on his cock”
“are you kidding me? look how kookie is letting you drip onto the mattress. I'd lean down and push it up inside that sweet cunt of yours, i don't let you go to waste”
fingers tight in his grip on your waist, leaving bruises behind
“mmhm, he'll clean me up, won't him?"
“yeah... if you want me to"
"mmhm" take commented “he's about to bust a nut. bet never had a girl as hot as you grinding on his cock like”
“stop teasing him”
“it's true, noona. i never did. fuck”
“are you gonna cum all over my pussy?” “are you gonna fuck your cum inside me?"
There was something about being home alone in the middle of a stressful week, doing all his chores after his classes and part time job that helped him to get rid of the stress. Humming songs and focusing on whatever he was doing rather than overthinking about things that made him anxious.
It also meant that his roommate wouldn't be home until late at night.
Not that he didn't like you, it's just that it was hard to focus on anything else when you were right in front of him, undressing without a care until you were covered by your dress shirt, keeping your undergarments out of his view while rolling your eyes, grumbling something about your boss or how annoying one of your classmates are. Chanhee was mesmerized.
Not by your beauty, but by how messy you were.
Even though the brown haired boy appreciated taking a good look at your face whenever you were distracted and making mental notes of random things about you, about pretty and cute you looked whenever uouhe couldn't stand doing shit when you were around, being clumsy, loud and careless.
It stressed him to no end, but the boy never said a word about it out loud.
That's why Wednesday is also known to be Chanhee's happy day.
But soon enough, you'd find a way to stress him out. He knew this day would come soon or later, and that's exactly what happened that week.
It all started with you skipping all your classes. Deciding to bang some trashy music way too early in the morning while swaying your hips. Dancing around the house while holding a cup of coffee and greeting him with a smile.
Any other day – any other time of the day, Chanhee would convince himself that you're one of the most beautiful creatures he has ever laid his brown eyes on. But it was barely 8 AM, and the way that his eye-roll combined with the desdain washed over his features was enough to let you know that he wasn't down for your shit. Dark circles under his eyes from staying up getting his project done before going to class, puffy face and messy hair complementing his bad day combo.
Chanhee really wasn't in the mood, you got the clue. Staring at him in silence as he sat there in silence, sulking while having his breakfast. The song still playing in the background and he took another sip of his coffee and kept his cold gaze focused on the wall.
In moments like that, you were sure that Chanhee hated you. He often wouldn't talk to you and seem irritated with anything that you did. But it really wasn't like that.
The boy couldn't hate you even if he wanted to, even though it was truth that he often found himself in a bad mood. He was just a professional complainer by nature and you happened to be there and do the things that annoyed him the most. But he didn't want to fight you and say things that would offend you, that's why he kept a straight face and mouth shut, jaw clenching when you did something that made that fire burn inside his veins, biting his tongue.
And you just couldn't help him, could you? Your beautiful self just couldn't help him with shit. Not even on his worst day.
Chanhee found himself grinning like a maniac when he reminded himself that you still needed to go to work and probably would be gone by the time he returned, only to be replaced with a frown as soon as he got home and realized that you couldn't even wash the fucking dishes.
It got him going mad, insane, running a hand through his dark locks as he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he headed straight to his room, leaving the door open since he wouldn't be needing it
But then, he found... something. did the same to yours. It wasn't a big deal.
when he found your panties, using his pinky finger to get the lacy, see through fabric. So small. His eyes bulged when he smelled you, fingers wrapping around the lacy fabric so greedily when his cock throbbed that the thought that crossed your roommate's mind almost shocked himself.
He wanted to keep it.
He wanted to keep it and feel it.
Fuck. You. Chanhee cursed you under his breath, fingers tightening their grip around the fabric. You always found a way to get under his skin in the most annoying ways, he couldn't shake you off and this was driving him insane in every single meaning of this lovable word.
he run to his room, suddenly terrified that you would walk in any minute.
Now cold, but it wasn't enough to stop him to take of his pant and underwear and wear it.
Cock hardening, making it difficult to hide his twitching cock as it grew
Chanhee ran to his room, locking the door as he squeeze your panties a little harder in his fingers.
He found himself while palming himself in front of his large bedroom mirror, closing the curtains as the sunset light kissed his features. Cheeks pink and lip swollen from biting down so much.
At first, it didn't feel right, the adrenaline keeping his ears perked up at any sound, but the blood rushing straight to his cock every time he dragged his slender digits running along the length of his covered length, mouth falling open as he watched his cock twitching, starting to leak while the see through fabric let him see every move, every drop of pre cum that dared to make contact with the lacy.
He grunted, head hittinh his headboard with a tud as he lazily circled the head of his cock with his thumb, tapping it lightly against his slit as he watched the soft fabric stick to his tip. Wondering if you did the same to your slit when you felt yourself dampering your panties, if it stuck to your skin, clung down your body like that.
It had him rolling both his eyes back and hips up, pushing his hair out of his forehead as cupped his balls, mewling out loud when his eyes grazed over his form in the mirror again, the fucked out look in his eyes had him calling your name, shutting his eyes as his hips rolled against his palm, slowly stroking and palming his cock over the fabric, until it was fully hard and heavy, pushing against the tiny panties.
He looked so good, it was a pity that you couldn't see him like that, spread legs and everything.
It wasn't enough, he needed something warmer, softer than what the tight grip of his hand offered. He needed something to fantasy. That's why he soon enough found himself changing positions, moaning embarrassedly loud when lowering the waistband of your panties to let his tip poke out, fishing for the lube in his drawer as he sat on his knees, breathing heavily. Fuck, he felt like he was about to combust. Room so hot that
he could help but sweat, hair sticking to his neck and forehead as he ground his hips again, moving it up and down open in that would help the aching pleasure he was feeling. Cursing himself when he coated his cock in lube, tight and rapid pace as he took another glance at the mirror, crying out as he teased his tip again, running a finger up the vein i underside like you'd run your tongue. Wondered if you'd tease him like that before sitting on his cock.
Chanhee parted his lips again at the thought, but no word came out, only a shaky breathe leaving his body as he felt his body tensing, clenching his jaw as he laid down, hips rutting his pillow as soon as he lowered his hips. Shuddered at the rough sensation. Cock throbbing hard as he called your name.
findinh your damp panties and keeping it. wearing them to feel your wetness in his cock. chanhee. tiny tight pinky panties barely being enough to keep his big, hard cock restrained. He'd grind on his pillows to get off, moaning out prettily as he feel his tip poking from the waistband, leaking down your panties. feeling so nasty when the thought of returning your panties to you, covered in his cum, later almost bring him to the edge. Fuck, he feels so pretty, so good, so fucking good that he comes in spurts, panting and whimpering at the feeling of the velvety head being grind on his pillows, laying down, dick softening and balls empty in your panties. Blush crimson in his cheeks, using his shirt to cover himself up as soon as he hear the door unlock, eyes as large as a salsage.
"shit-" Juyeon throws his head back, shutting his eyes before voicing his thoughts out loud again, hands gripping your hips tigher, dragging his words with every thrust "tightest pussy I've ever felt. warmest too, shit baby-" he stares at you through the mirror when you moan his name in response, a smirk growing on his lips, tilting his brow in false mock "yeah, baby? you like it when I fuck you like this?"
you can only moan in response, barely breathing the words in between your mewls. It only excites Juyeon further — gritting his teeth, slowing his hips down only to fuck you deeper and harder until you're a mess "Say it louder, baby." he whispers, kissing your neck while running his fingers through your hair, slowly making a messy ponytail and using his grip to tilt your head and give him more skin to lick. His other hand making its way down, fingers grazing your clit as you can feel his smile on your neck "hm? come on, beautiful."
You're shaking, legs nearly giving out when Juyeon pinches your clit, teeth grazing your shoulder. The warmth you feel creeping up your body and the way your fingers grip the sheets tighter is enough to let you know you're almost there.
"I love it" you choke out, gagging when he picks up the pace, drawing small circles around your clit, "cock so big, so good, Juyeon." you stare back at him in the mirror, barely keeping your eyes open with the force of his thrusts "shit, you're gonna make me cum"
Juyeon hum, nodding "Mhm" he opens his mouth in a silent moan when your walls clench around him again "come for me?" he almost begs, brows drawn together and voice broken. He cries out "please? please come around me, beautiful"
You shake your head, trying to make it last longer. But the way the hand on your hair slowly descend to your neck, long fingers loosely wrapping around it while moaning your name, looking so sexy when he says a small "please?" again makes your body react to his every wish, crying out loud with how hard your orgasm hits you as you can feel Juyeon peppering kisses on your skin.
"that's it, baby" the boy says breathless, getting sloppier with every thrust as he can feel his own orgasm creeping up his spine, body trying to get close to yours and squeezing you against the mattress, not caring when your legs give out and using his own to spread yours wider, going even deeper.
"so good, so so so good, baby. Could fuck you like this all day, pussy so messy, so wet" Juyeon nods his head, nearly losing his mind when you moan his name. "keep saying my name, baby" he begs, his own thighs shaking when you call his name again. Eyes rolling back as he cums, fantasizing about it being raw as he brings your hips up to meet his, trying to fuck you deeper, trying to make you feel him inside even after he pulls out.
"fuck-" he smiles to himself while admiring your body, the hand on your hip making its way down to play with the wet mess on your inner thighs, wishing it was his cum on your skin, pulling out only to replace his cock with his fingers inside you. Kissing your shoulder to calm you down when you hiss from overstimulation
"shh, baby, I got you" he coos, biting back a smirk when you try to push your hips down to feel more of him as he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth "just want to taste you"
You look over your shoulder, pussy clenching around nothing when he moans around his fingers, eyes full of lust staring at the mess between your thighs before looking up at you "let me clean you up?" Juyeon asks, already knowing your answer but begging you anyways, lowering his body while staring at you, spreading your thighs once again so he could lick his way up your body, fingers squeezing your ass "please, baby?" teeth grazing your skin of inner thighs before licking it "promise I'll make a mess of you again..." another kiss, this time even closer than before, your hand instinctively moving back to grab his hair when you feel him breathing against your pussy, sounding so pussy drunk as he stares at it that you have to bite back a moan "just wanna taste you again, please."
PLEASE WRITE AN IS IT WRONG PREQUEL PLEASE PLEASE I KNOW EVERYONE ELSE IS ASKING FOR A SEQUEL BUT I NEED A PREQUEL I NEED TO KNOW HOW IT USED TO BE
I actually did write a prequel some time ago, just need to go through my drafts to see if it's there and if it is I may post it later (later when? only god knows)
some fic authors claim that (y/n) is 'more inclusive' but then that exact same character, is described in big detail, from height, body shape, skin colour and body modifications 💀 like bro no just name your fucking character, you're not being inclusive in the slightest 😭😭
okay but this pov: sub!juyeon squirming under your body as you play with his nipples. Whining as he begs for god knows what.
His hand in between his thighs, cupping his cock and balls, trying to hide how hard you got him even though you still can see his tip leaking pre cum, looking so deliciously inviting that you can't help but roll his nipple in between your fingers, latching your mouth onto the other, tongue swirling around the hard nipple.
Beautiful, airy moans threatening to escape from his mouth because, fuck, he no longer can hold back when you're flicking your tongue and sucking hickeys all over his chest like that. Hips slowly grinding against his palm, cock growing hard, twitching under his palm to the point there's no point in hiding from you. Wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock so hard no cum when you pinch one of his nipples that he swears you're gonna be the death of him.
warning: suggestive, use of petnames. i don't know what i was doing, honestly, don't take it too seriously, this is just a pov.
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A sigh. That's all that your boyfriend let out when he came home from work, finding you there with an excited smile on your face, hair shorter than he could remember.
“ah, why did you cut your hair?” were the words he muttered hours later, when you found yourself on his lap, his fingers running through your hair as he eyed it with a look you couldn't quite describe. disappointment, maybe?
“I know you don't like it but you could at least not be a bitch about it.” you scoffed, shaking your head as he touched the hair at the back of neck, massaging the area slowly as you talked back.
“Oh, no no no. Don't get me wrong, sweetheart. I love it. You look so innocent like this.” Sangyeon mumbled sofly, eyes locking with yours as he used his other hand to grab your chin, fingers tightening at the roots, keeping his hand locked around your hair as you hissed at his rough touches “it almost makes me want to corrupt you all over again”
The boy clicked his tongue, loosening his grip when you winced in pain. A mewl falling from your parted lips as his fingers worked on soothing the pain away as he kissed the corner of your lips, letting his fingertips move down your neck “but you know how much I love wrapping my hand around your hair and tugging at it while fucking you from behind, right? love it even more when I'm stuffing your mouth full with my cock, keeping you in place like that.” he chuckled, pressing another kiss to the corner of your lips, “what can I do? I'm a simple man with simple needs”
His hand cupped your boob, thumb rubbing circles around your nipple before using his thumb and forefinger to pinch the hard bud.
“but i still can make this work too.” Sangyeon pulled back and grinned, tugging at your hair hard, as if to prove his point. Chuckling when a desperate moan came out if your lips “Why don't we put it to the test, hm?” your boyfriend watched you closely, eyeing you up and down as you nodded, eyes locking with yours once again. “Perfect, baby. Shall we start, then? get on your knees for me”.
