summ: your prize for winning a beer pong game was getting shared by two frat boys upstairs. consider it one of the house privileges.
⋆ pairing: frat boy!chan x f!reader x frat boy!jisung
⋆ genre: smut (minors dni)
⋆ tags/cw: college au, threesome, rough sex, dom!chansung, pet names (baby, good/pretty girl), alcohol mention, kissing, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, oral fixation, fingering, tit play, nipple play, hair pulling, ass slaps, oral (m!receiving), cum eating, creampie, unprotected sex, semi-public sex
⋆ words: 2.8k
a/n: UGH. here i am with the most mouth-watering, toe-curling fic i’ve posted so far. idk what possessed me while writing this request, but i’m honestly grateful it did lol. yes, the jisung favoritism is still painfully obvious (my bad), but chan in this one??? insane. don’t know why i haven’t written him before. hope you enjoy those two men sharing you!!! >_<
the bass from downstairs rattled the cheap picture frames hanging on the hallway walls. the smell of cigarettes and cheap liquor was strong, making your head feel lighter. laughter echoed from every corner of the house.
but none of it held your attention for long because your eyes were fixed on han jisung.
he stood across the beer pong table with that stupid, cocky smile you wanted to wipe off his face, lazily rolling the ping pong ball between his fingers while the crowd around you shouted over one another.
the grin on his face only widened before he tossed you the ball with an easy flick of his wrist, leaning back against the wall behind him, completely relaxed.
“last cup, baby,” he called, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “you miss, you drink. make me proud and don’t miss your shot, jagi.”
his words were dripping with teasing flirtation, making you roll your eyes. even if the heat in your lower abdomen just kept building every time your eyes locked in his.
“you’re so annoying, hannie,” you teased, giggling at his offended expression.
you glanced down at the ball, turning it between your fingers while focusing on the last red cup sitting alone at the opposite end of the table.
and maybe it was the alcohol buzzing pleasantly through your system or the way jisung kept looking at you with that smug expression. either way, your thoughts felt hazy.
before taking the shot, your gaze drifted across the room, landing immediately on christopher.
he was sprawled across one of the couches with a drink in his hand, surrounded by half the fraternity. one arm rested along the back of the couch, his legs spread comfortably, messy blond hair falling into his eyes.
he’d been watching the entire game, his eyes never leaving you. he tilted his head slightly, that lazy smile on his face making your heart skip a beat.
“watch this,” you mouthed, knowing he would read your lips.
without hesitating, your wrist snapped forward. the ball arced cleanly across the table before dropping straight into the center cup, beer splashing over the rim.
the crowd roared behind you. one of your friends threw an arm around your shoulders before practically lifting you off the floor, laughing like you’d just won a championship instead of a stupid drinking game.
before you could even catch your breath, jisung’s hand was wrapped gently around your wrist, pulling you out of the whole crowd.
“c’mon, let’s get out of here,” he murmured, leaning close enough for only you to hear. “there’s less people upstairs.”
you laughed, breathless. you knew damn well neither of you had any intention of talking. he intertwined his fingers with yours and started leading you toward the staircase before anyone could stop you.
and right before disappearing into the hallway, you looked back, searching for christopher. as always, he was already looking at you with one eyebrow raised.
you tipped your head toward the second floor, blinking with a flirtatious smirk on your face. the corner of his mouth lifted in that slow, knowing way that always made your knees feel loose.
he barely nodded, letting you know that the message was received.
the music faded with every step upstairs. the hallway felt strangely quiet compared to the chaos below, the music little more than a muffled thump beneath your feet.
some doors were slightly open while others were locked, giving you a vague idea of what could be happening there. neither of you paid them much attention.
with little grace, jisung pushed open the first empty room he found and slipped you inside after him. you kicked the door shut behind you, the loud slam echoing through the hallway.
the second the door shut you were on him.
your mouths crashed, wet and urgent. jisung groaned into the kiss like he’d been starving for it all night, teeth catching your lower lip, sucking hard enough to sting, the sound vibrating against your tongue.
everything felt desperate, needy. his hands shoved under your top without ceremony, palms burning against your skin, sliding up your ribs until his thumbs pressed into the soft underside of your breasts.
“slow down, ji,” you mumbled against his mouth, a shaky smirk on your lips. your voice was already fading away, panting for air.
but he didn’t waste time.
jisung bent, palms sliding under your tights and lifting you like you weighed nothing. a small whimper slipped from your lips at the sudden movement, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back.
the thick, clothed line of his cock pressed hard against your cunt through his jeans, the pressure relentless. you began to feel impatient, your hands roaming along his back, scratching loosely.
your body hit the wall, the impact forcing a whimper from your throat. jisung rolled his hips, slow and deliberate, grinding the rigid length against you, gasping and groaning obscenities. the friction dragging low moans and whines out of you, your thighs trembling around him.
“fuck, you’re driving me crazy. been staring at you all night,” he muttered, biting the side of your neck hard enough to make you whine. “let’s do something about it, yeah?”
with a grin on his face, he carried you to the bed and dropped you onto the mattress. the springs squeaked under your weight, bouncing. you pushed up onto your elbows just in time to see him crawling over you, eyes dilated.
he yanked his shirt off and tossed it aside, careless. his hands were quickly at your top, dragging it up and off, gaze dropping to watch the way your tits moved with the motion.
he reached for your bra next, fingers hooking the straps and pulling them down your arms in one slow drag. with a smooth motion he unhooked the clasp, throwing your bra far, far away.
both of you were breathing hard. you reached for the back of his neck and dragged him down into another kiss, messy and deep. jisung groaned against your mouth, the sound raw.
“fuck this,” he panted. “come here, baby.”
his mouth was on your tits before you could catch your breath. your face scrunched when he sucked one of your nipples, his tongue flicking fast and erratic, teeth scraping just enough to make your back arch.
“you sound so pretty,” he said, voice muffled against your breast. “wanna hear more of it.”
his free hand squeezed the other breast, thumb rolling over the stiff peak while his hips ground down on your crotch, seeking more friction. you could easily feel how hard he was, the thick ridge of him dragging against your cunt through too many annoying layers.
“ji- shit… please, s-slow down,” you breathed, finger twisting into his hair. your voice sounded broken, eyes blurred.
he left your breast with a short pop, leaving a deep, fast kiss on your lips before switching sides, sucking even harder. the wet sounds his mouth filled the small room.
you moaned loudly, biting your lower lip when you felt his free hand slide down your stomach, popping the button on your shorts and shoving inside. he dragged two fingers above your soaked panties, the warmth sending a sick thrill through him.
“mmmh- stop teasing,” you begged, your wet eyes looking at his.
“y’know your wish is my command, baby.”
he shoved his hand inside your panties right away, finding you already slick when he dragged his fingers through your folds. the amusement and arousal painted across his face.
it was too much, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
he bit his lip before pushing two fingers in without warning. you moaned and whimpered loudly, hips jerking up to meet his fast paced thrusts.
jisung cupped one of your tits in his hand, pinching and rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. his cock throbbing inside his pants, screaming for attention.
“already this wet? we’ve barely started,” he teased, a pout on his lips. he pumped his fingers faster, curling them on every pull. “chris’s gonna lose his fucking mind when he feels this.”
and like you had summoned him, the door clicked open.
unbothered, jisung looked over his shoulder. that wide heart-shaped smile growing on his face when he found christopher closing the door behind him with deliberate calm, leaning back against it. your cunt clenched around jisung’s fingers, expectantly.
christopher’s eyes traveled over the scene: your bare chest, jisung’s fingers still buried inside you, the small tears threatening to roll down your cheeks any minute now. he smirked slowly, hungry.
“started without me,” he noticed, tilting his head. his eyes fixed on you.
you lifted your head, voice hoarse. “thought you’d never get here...”
his smile sharpened at your words. he pushed off the door and crossed the room quickly. his hand found jisung’s shoulder, squeezing once, firm, before sliding down to cup your face, squeezing your cheeks.
“missed you too, baby,” he left a peck on your swollen lips.
jisung pulled his fingers free with a wet sound, sitting back on his heels with his chest heaving. a satisfied grin on his shiny, wet lips. both of you looked at christopher when he stripped his own shirt off, revealing his toned chest.
he approached the bed with a couple strides, immediately reaching for your shorts, yanking them down your legs along with your panties in one smooth, fast motion.
jisung drooled at the view of your naked body, his hand caressing his crotch, feeling the sick urgency of being buried inside you.
“want you on your knees. now,” his tone left no room for argument.
you slid off the bed eagerly, obedient. christopher sat on the edge of the mattress, legs spread. he tugged you between his open legs, unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his cock with ease.
it was already hard, thick, and flushed, the head glistening. you felt your mouth watering at the obscene sight. he wrapped a hand around the base, jerking it lazily with a smile on his face, his eyes never leaving yours.
his hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, tapping the tip of his cock against your lower lip teasingly. your cheeks flushed violently at the shameless action.
“open your mouth, pretty girl,” he demanded, his fingers tangling in your hair. “want you to take it all.”
and you did without hesitation, desperate for the feeling of him fucking your mouth until your brain melts.
your eyes sparkled with excitement when his cock slid slowly inside, letting you feel every inch until the head nudged the back of your throat. the full feeling lit you on fire, the heat on your lower abdomen bursting.
“there you go,” he cooed, his thumb stroking your cheek. “just like that, good job.”
you watched him nod to jisung, who was almost in a trance watching the scene developing in front of him.
you could hear him unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans behind you, his warm hands brushing along your back until his fingers dug down on your hips, possessive.
a sharp inhale left you when he dragged you backwards until your ass was pressed against his dick. his hands caressed your thighs, pushing them apart gently, barely holding himself together when he saw your entrance willing for him and only him.
“gonna fuck you while you suck him,” jisung purred, voice bright and filthy. “ready for that, pretty girl?”
a small nod was all he needed. you sobbed aggressively when jisung’s blunt head nudged your soaked, slippery hole. losing your mind every time his free hand squeezed your ass, licking his lower lip.
jisung sank deeper, thrusting in hard until he felt the flushed head of his cock poking your cervix harshly. the stretch punched a moan out of you that vibrated around christopher’s length, making him hiss with pleasure.
“god… look at you. bet you’re dying for me to come in your mouth,” christopher hummed, smiling smugly. his grip on your hair tighter.
you nodded too quickly, too desperately. hollowing your cheeks, you shoved forward onto his cock, not stopping until your nose brushed the trimmed hair at his base. he petted your hair delicately, gripping your hair hard to guide your head in short, deep, controlled thrusts that matched jisung’s pace.
his hips stuttered, your gagging noises arousing him even more. the warm, slick feeling of your mouth sucking his length so eagerly dragging groans and whines out of him. he wouldn’t last any longer if you kept doing it this good.
“y-yeah, eyes on me, pretty girl,” he panted, biting his lower lip, frowning. “wanna see your cute face when i come in your mouth.”
your eyes were pinned on his aroused expression, fighting the urge to roll them back with every stimulus both of them gave you.
some tears started to fall down your cheeks when his thrusts began quicker, chasing his own orgasm now.
his hand gripped on the bedsheets under him, shutting his eyes tight when he started spilling into your mouth. hot pulses hit the back of your throat, making you choke with the big load that was sliding down it.
“shit- wanna see you swallow it,” he whined, releasing the grip on your hair slowly and pulling out his dick with a soft pop.
you did it, swallowing all of it with effort until there was nothing left. you opened your mouth shakily, peeking your tongue out for him. and christopher could just come right there just from that obscene image of you.
and even when you started panting for air, jisung didn’t let you catch a break at all.
the slow thrusts he maintained for a while started to grow a brutal pace, hips slapping against your ass, making it recoil. his smirk growing at the wet sound of your cunt taking him loud and obscene.
“mmh- so tight. made for my dick,” he panted, slapping your ass twice, making you cry loudly. “you must like being used like this, huh?” his voice was lewd, nasty. “our little frat house toy.”
his words hit somewhere deep and hot inside you, making your cunt clench around his cock even tighter. he reached around to rub your clit in tight circles, his fingers were relentless, slick with your arousal. the sensation of his cock pounding into you quickly unraveling you.
christopher caressed your face, shoving his thumb inside your parted mouth. your eyes darted at him, half-lidded.
“look at you, dripping down his cock already,” he mocked, drinking in every inch of your face.
“oh shit- you’re milking me so fucking hard,” jisung huffed, giggling breathless at your broken, incoherent moans. “be good and come for me, baby.”
your eyes rolled back when his pace became even wilder, messier. it was almost animalistic, making you whimper with each deep, erratic thrust.
“it’s- s’too much, jisung…” you cried, your face scrunched, drooling over christopher’s fingers. “fuck, feel so full… mmh- so, so c-close...”
his free hand slid up your spine and fisted in your hair, pulling your head back further until your throat was exposed. he leaned in, leaving some open-mouthed kisses and sucking your skin before his teeth scraped the shell of your ear.
your legs went numb when your orgasm hit sharp and sudden, thighs shaking, a broken sound tearing out of your abused, sore throat. your whole body was shaking, your hands closed into fists while your head dropped down, shut your wet eyes close.
and jisung fucked you through it, his pace never faltering, until your cunt stopped fluttering around him. his hands brushing your back, soothing you until you came back from your high.
“oh shit-” his legs jerked, hips chasing you. “gonna cum inside you, fuck- you’re milking me…” he babbled, whispering low on your ear.
his whole body was shaking, overstimulated, his only thought being the feeling of your pussy gripping him desperately, completely soaked. his hands went to your tits, squeezing them and using them as support.
his cock twitched helplessly inside you, pulsing as he spilled deep inside you. his fingers dug into your breasts hard enough to leave red marks on them. it was messy, you could feel it leaking down your thighs already.
“you did a good job,” christopher praised, his voice warm, soothing. “shower’s down the hall. we’ll clean you up.”
jisung pressed a kiss on your cheek, way softer now, while pulling out of you gently. a wicked smile across his face when he saw the mess he created between your legs. he ran a hand through his sweaty hair, sighing loudly.
“then… we can go home and do whatever you want,” he blinked, sticking his tongue out a little, teasing.
you laughed, hoarse, and let them pull you upright between them after getting dressed up again. christopher’s arm stayed around your waist while jisung’s fingers laced through yours.
what’s the harm in fooling around with your best friend? turns out, a lot— especially when hyunjin has a girlfriend.
“fuck.” hyunjin swore under his breath as his strong hands clung to your hips, guiding your movements at a pace that was killing him more than it was helping.
his long legs were stretched out in the back seat of his car, his pretty face already flushed a dark pink, black hair clinging to his sweaty forehead from how hot and sticky it’d gotten in here.
the windows were fogged up completely, your bare bodies flexing and twisting in full view if anyone dared to press their face against the glass. not that you cared— or rather, you didn’t care enough to stop.
your legs burned with effort as you rocked your hips against his lap, his cock buried deep inside you and absolutely ruining you in the best way.
it was a cliché, really. a late-night drive with your best friend had turned into a casual stop at the convenience store for snacks, which turned into a joke about how stupid it was that you’d never experimented with each other despite being as close as you were.
experimenting— yeah.
that joke didn’t seem so stupid now, not with the state of things. your back arched as your knees pressed into the seat on either side of hyunjin’s thighs, your wet cunt stretched tight over his cock and taking him so deep that the air in your lungs felt less and less likely to come out.
“fuck, baby…” hyunjin groaned, his voice low and husky as he leaned his sweat-slick face back against the headrest. the name slipped past his bitten lips so easily now as his eyes trailed over you, dark and glazed with lust.
your hands clutched at his toned shoulders for balance as you moved your hips in languid motions, grinding against him and savoring every brush of his tip against your g-spot. everytime he caught it, your walls fluttered and clenched instinctively, drawing a deep groan from his chest and making his pelvis jerk up against yours.
“god- you’re so fucking tight,” he panted, his fingers flexing on your hips, pulling you down harder when your pace faltered. “such a good girl… this pussy feels so fucking good…”
his words jolted something between your legs, making you twitch against him, a helpless little whimper leaving your lips. your knees hurt from the pressure of riding him in such a confined space, but the ache in your legs was nothing compared to the way he filled you up so perfectly, so thick and hot that you couldn’t stop yourself from chasing the high— again.
hyunjin was breathless beneath you, his hands sliding down from your hips to grab at the curve of your ass, big enough that his veins pulsed with every move.
“so good, baby. you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard…” his head tilted back again, his sharp jaw clenched tight in an attempt to keep himself from unraveling too soon.
you hummed softly, your brows drawing together as a filthy moan fell from your lips, your body trembling with every stroke of his cock into you. you both looked pathetic, his toned chest damp from sweat, your tits bouncing with every sharp swivel of your hips, the lewd slap of your bodies filling the cramped car.
“fucking- fucking hell, y/n…” hyunjin groaned your name loud, almost like it was forbidden in his mouth, dragging every syllable like a prayer he wasn’t supposed to say.
“hyune, hyune,” your voice broke softly when his hands hooked under your thighs, angling you forward so the pressure hit just where you needed most— your clit practically pulsing in time to the rhythm of his hips helping you grind.
you let your head tip forward, burying it into his shoulder as your moans grew more breathy and frantic.
but then— then, his fucking phone buzzed.
you felt him stiffen beneath you, his hips jerking awkwardly at the interruption, but before you could even stop or steady yourself, the sharp ringtone echoed in the tight space.
you stilled in his lap, breath caught in your throat. not at the interruption itself, but at the name displayed on the screen ‘my angel <3.’
you froze completely in place. but hyunjin didn’t. instead, he grabbed the phone from where it rested near his thigh, sparing it barely a glance before swiping to answer.
“yeah?” his voice was low, hoarse, still wrecked from what you were doing not even a second ago.
you gasped softly, disbelief coloring your face as you tried not to make a noise. but as if to directly punish you, hyunjin let one hand slide back to your hips before dragging you downward onto his length hard.
“hyunjin,” you hissed under your breath, panic and pleasure forcing your walls to clench tightly around his cock.
his sharp intake of breath was instant, but he glanced at you from under his lashes with a wicked grin, the speaker on the other end filling the silence.
“baby, where are you?!” hyunjin’s girlfriend’s voice rang out sharply through the line, her tone a mix of annoyance and demand.
you could feel him tense at the sound of it— even as his other hand grabbed at your ass again and continued to fucking move you.
“out,” he croaked after a second too long, his lips parting as his head tilted back again, jaw tight with effort.
“what do you mean ‘out?’ what the fuck are you even doing?” the girl’s voice barked back instantly.
hyunjin’s hips stuttered forward when you whimpered again, unable to keep yourself from reacting, your walls squeezing tight around him as you writhed helplessly in his lap. every tiny motion sent sparks crashing through your nerves, the stretch of him inside you just as overwhelming now as it was when you started.
his cock twitched against your walls as he rolled his hips lazily, slowly dragging out of you before sliding back in again. you could feel everything— the messy slick from where he’d coated your walls earlier, the sticky sweat between your bodies, the ridiculous heat pooling in your belly as your ruined cunt fluttered against him.
“fuck, baby,” he said, sharp and low, his voice dipping in volume quickly as his phone twitched in his other hand. “just—” another groan punched out of his lips when you sank down further, biting your lip as your nails scratched over his chest— “just with chan, okay? we’re working.”
your eyes widened at the flat-out lie, though it wasn’t much of a surprise.
“at this hour?” his girlfriend accused, her sharp voice cutting into the air again.
“yeah,” hyunjin said quickly, forcing himself to choke out the word while his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, his hand curving harder against the plump flesh of your ass.
and then she said something— angry, accusing, sharp— but you couldn’t comprehend it over the filthy sound in the car.
“fuck…i gotta go,” hyunjin managed, his voice breaking unevenly on the last syllable as his cock twitched again unconsciously. and then, without even trying to explain further, he hung up, tossing the phone to the front seat like it meant nothing to him and pulling you fully toward him before you’d even fully heard it click.
“you’re insane,” you snapped breathlessly against him, the words broken and almost a moan before his lips smashed against yours.
he didn’t even flinch at your tone. he just gripped you tighter, grinding his cock up into you until the sharp sting of overstimulation blurred into nothing but craved, filthy heat.
“don’t care,” he muttered against your lips. “she’s not the one i want in my lap right now.”
rough mirror sex w/ seungmin after an argument ( tw: bulge kink )
“you really think you can piss me off and walk away like that?” seungmin growls in your ear, his low voice cutting through the thick, heated atmosphere between you. his hands grip your waist, yanking you back roughly against him until your ass is flush to the hardness in his jeans. you huff, still annoyed from the bite of the argument.
“you’re being dramatic,” you snap, even as heat simmers low in your belly at the way his grip tightens.
“oh? you think so?” he sneers, one hand sliding down to grope your ass roughly, squeezing until you gasp.
before you can spit out another snarky remark, he maneuvers you to face the vanity mirror on the opposite wall, the slight fog of your reflection already making your heart race.
“bend over,” he orders flatly, voice colder now, no room for debate.
your pride wants to argue, but fuck— it’s hard to focus when anger and arousal burn together in the air, and his authoritative tone makes your thighs clench.
“seungmin—”
“i said bend over,” he interrupts sharply, his palm pressing down hard on the curve of your spine as he forces you to bow over the dresser, your sweaty palms smacking against the cool glass for balance.
you shoot him a look through the reflection, lips parting to protest but nothing comes out except a sharp gasp as his hand yanks at your waistband, your panties and jeans shoved down to your knees in one rough motion.
“you like pushing me, don’t you?” his tone is edged with quiet fury as he kicks your legs apart with his knee.
“you’re so full of it,” you fire back, but your voice is shaking faintly.
that small tremble doesn’t go unnoticed. his smirk sharpens, big hands gripping your hips as his dark eyes lock on yours.
“full of it?” he taunts, his fingers sliding down to brush over your slick folds teasingly. “funny how this says otherwise.”
your breath shudders, anger warring with the heat crawling up your spine as your body betrays the tension crackling between you two.
his smirk only deepens at how wet you already are, two fingers sliding through your folds, dragging your slick over your clit before pushing them inside you all at once.
you gasp, knees buckling slightly at the sudden stretch.
“look at you,” he murmurs harshly, curling his fingers deep, the wet squelch of your cunt impossible to ignore. “all wet from arguing with me. pathetic little brat.”
“fuck- seungmin,” you moan, gripping the edges of the dresser to steady yourself as he pumps his fingers rougher now, your walls tightening around him with every drag and thrust.
he glares at you in the mirror, forcing your head up with his free hand so your reflection is right there, your flushed cheeks burning under his angry, determined gaze.
“keep your eyes on it,” he demands, and the way he says it makes your legs shake uncontrollably as he curls his fingers deep against your g-spot, watching closely for every little reaction.
“the fuck do- haahh- do you think you’re—”
he pulls his fingers out before you can finish, and before you can snap at him, he’s unzipping his jeans, yanking his cock free.
your words die on your tongue, frustration turning into desperation as your head drops forward slightly.
“look at me,” he commands again, and the sharp slap lands on your ass before you can argue, making you gasp again.
you force your head up, scowling weakly at him, but your resolve is cracking— especially when his hand wraps around his cock and lines it up against your dripping folds.
“you were so fucking mouthy earlier,” he mutters, dragging his tip through your messy folds slowly, teasing you.
“you’re not—”
whatever you were about to say vanishes the second he pushes in without warning, his cock stretching you wide as it sinks into your cunt, hot and fast and so fucking deep.
“fuck, min!” you cry, your sweaty palms slipping slightly against the glass as you try to keep yourself steady.
your walls clench tight around his cock as he fills you, and he groans deep in his chest at the feeling, the sound rough and breathy.
“that shut you up quick, didn’t it?” he hisses, his fingers digging into your hips brutally as he starts to move, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before surging forward again, bottoming out with a harsh snap of his hips.
you can’t stop the slew of broken moans that falls from your lips, your body jerking forward with every hard thrust.
“too big for you, huh? thought you could take it,” he sneers.
your glare through the mirror falters again, your cunt fluttering helplessly around him as he pounds into you harder now, the wet slap of skin echoing alongside the loud squelch of your dripping cunt.
his eyes stay locked on yours the entire time, dark and focused, his jaw tight as his hips crash into yours again and again, forcing your legs to shake.
“fuck,” he groans roughly, one hand releasing your hip to tangle in your hair, jerking your head back slightly. “look at yourself, baby,” he rasps in your ear. “look at the way you’re creaming on my cock.”
your blurred reflection stares back at you, glassy eyed and flushed, your lips parted as your juices froth at his base, leaking messily down your thighs and coating him in glossy strings.
“fuck, seungmin- too much—” you gasp, desperate as his cock drives relentlessly into your g-spot, your legs trembling harder.
“don’t you fucking dare,” he cuts you off, his hips snapping even harder, his hand sliding down to press over your stomach, right against the bulge of his cock stretching you.
your eyes roll back instantly, your walls spasming as his fingers press harder into the tender bump on your stomach.
“you feel that?” he hisses through clenched teeth, pulling your body back against him harder.
you nod helplessly, tears pricking your eyes now, too overwhelmed to argue anymore as his thrusts turn brutal.
“good,” he grits out. “you take it so fucking well, but you need to learn when to stop running that mouth of yours.”
the sting of his palm smacking your ass again makes you moan loudly, your cunt clenching impossibly tighter as you start to fall apart.
“seungmin, gonna- fuck, i’m gonna cum—”
“yeah, you are,” he says lowly as he keeps slamming into you mercilessly. “go ahead, baby. cream all over this cock for me. cry for me like the fucking brat you are.”
his words push you over the edge instantly, your thighs shaking wildly as your orgasm snaps through you, heat pouring through your veins as you gush all over his cock with a sharp cry of his name, your body going limp in his hold.
“fucking hell,” he groans, his rhythm faltering just briefly before his clasp on your hips fasten, dragging you back harder onto his cock as his pace turns careless and frantic.
sloppy, wet sounds fill the room as he buries himself deep in you one last time, a low grunt erupting from his chest as hot, thick ropes paint your insides, his cock twitching as he fills you up completely.
but instead of pulling out, his hand grips your hair again, forcefully tugging your tear-streaked, fucked out reflection into focus.
“don’t think we’re done yet, sweetheart. not until you’re really sorry.”
after losing all hope of finding the love of his life, hyunjin has an unexpected and heated encounter at his friend's wedding
⤷ a/n : yes it was kinda inspired in a shrek song, what you gonna do about it -_- also I'm so obsessed with going to a wedding one day, it seems so pretty and fun I want my friends get married so I can go have fun on their parties <3 this drabble feels a bit rushed but we like quickies around here ;)
⤷ contains : + 18 p in v sex unprotected sex quickie nipple play love at first sight ⋮ ⌗ ┆ wc [ 1.4k ] — tags : @jisungml + @smiileflower
⤷ now playing : accidentally in love by counting crows
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ groomsman! hyunjin who for the first time ever didn’t want to be in a wedding at that moment at all, of course it was seungmin’s wedding, and he loved the romantic feeling of the reception, the flowers and silk bows, everyone together to celebrate the union of two people, but it would be way better if he wasn’t there alone, stuck as the pair of one of the bridesmaids who seemed to be far more entertained by her phone
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ groomsman! hyunjin who was sick and tired of seeing all his friends finding their perfect matches while he looked all over the place for romance only for it to never find him, he wasn’t one to do one-night stands but he was seriously thinking about ditching the ceremony and the couples’ waltz for some nightclub on the way home so he could marry the first girl he met
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ groomsman! hyunjin who felt someone tapping on his shoulder, causing his heart to skip a beat, only to turn around and find seungmin with a smug smirk on his lips and a champagne glass in his hands standing right in front of him
“drowning in your own misery again I see,” seungmin teased
“don’t push your luck, I’m only not ending you right here because your wife is looking at us,” the lucky husband hid a chuckle
“so glad I have her by my side, but I came with another proposition for your broken heart,” that spiked just a bit of interest from hyunjin’s side
“not interested in spending the rest of the night with my chronically online partner”
“my childhood friend needs a companion,” he said, not waiting for his lonely friend's reaction, “this is not matchmaking, after the party is over you stay away from her, it’s just that her ex is here with someone and she doesn’t want to be seen alone”
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ groomsman! hyunjin who in a matter of seconds got his attention completely hooked, looking over his shoulder where seungmin nodded his head toward the other end of the ballroom, where you sat a bit out of place in your own little world, a silk sage dress that matched the other bridesmaids who seemed much closer to the bride than you were, he didn’t know seungmin even had friends outside their group, much less someone as pretty and hot as you
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ groomsman! hyunjin who promptly stood up and walked toward your lonely corner, playing the part of the knight in shining armor he was assigned to be, flashing his brightest smile as he introduced himself and politely asked to sit by your side, with a gentle yet confused look in your bright eyes you asked him what exactly he was doing there, which he gently explained, letting you know he understood your situation and that seungmin thought he could be the perfect partner for the rest of the night
“he said what?” your smile dropped
“he said you were alone, we can be alone together now,” hyunjin noticed the sudden shift in your expression
“that little sh—it’s his own wedding and he’s acting as if he has nothing better to do than annoy me”
“wait, you aren’t here alone?”
“I am, but I never asked him to play cupid, I just wanted a drink after having to explain for the thousandth time why I don’t want to date anyone right now”
“I would love to get you one from the bar,” all fairytale sparkles left his eyes, “I think we both deserve it”
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ groomsman! hyunjin who felt defeated once again, fallen for a prank as old as time and accompanied by a girl who apparently didn’t want anything to do with him, you both walked over to the bar and ordered another glass of champagne each, the two of you may have started off on a clunky foot, but it was nothing a bit of alcohol couldn’t fix to loosen the tight strings of tension, and a few sips later, you two were already giggling uncontrollably over your shared love delusions
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ groomsman! hyunjin who felt his cheeks flushing with each glass you shared, letting his eyes and mind wander over the shape of your body covered beautifully by the delicate fabric of your dress, the curve of your neck when you tilted your head to the side laughing at his bad jokes, the dip of your neckline every time you leaned closer and he managed to catch the smallest glimpse of your chest, he was so distracted he didn’t even see the guy who bumped into you both and spilled half his drink over your clothes
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ groomsman! hyunjin who could see you practically fuming the moment you realized it was your ex, looking a bit too tipsy with his new girl, before you could slap some sense across the guy's face, hyunjin quickly pulled you against his side and guided you out of the ballroom, steering you through the quieter hallways lined with velvet carpets and golden mirrors until he hurried you into the restroom area, immediately grabbing a bunch of paper towels to help you dry off
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ groomsman! hyunjin who was so worried about not letting your dress stain that he didn’t even realize where he was placing his hands, freezing in place as he held the paper towels a little too close to your breasts, he could see the flush spreading over your face, hearing the small, choked gasp of someone who didn't know how to react, but before he could pull back and wish the ground would swallow him whole, you yanked him by his lapels and kissed him right there in front of the bathroom door
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ groomsman! hyunjin whose brain could barely process that your soft, glossy lips were literally devouring his, that his hands had instinctively drifted down to your ass to pull you flush against his growing bulge, or that your back was now the one pressed against the nearest wall as you two made out fiercely during his best friend's wedding reception
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ groomsman! hyunjin who felt you pulling him along as you kicked open the door to the ladies' room with the heel of your shoe, both of you tumbling into the largest stall before anyone else could show up, he locked the door behind him, desperately burying his face in the crook of your neck while you fumbled with his shirt, his lips sucking and biting that sensitive skin until the sweetest moans spilled from your mouth, his member hardening to a painful point as your hands trailed from his hard chest all the way down his carved stomach in an attempt to take off his belt
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ groomsman! hyunjin who brushed the thin dress straps off your shoulders and watched in delight as the silk slipped down to your hips, exposing your hardened nipples and beautiful breasts, which he gladly devoured like a starved man, taking the plush, soft flesh into his mouth as a sharp gasp erupted from you, with a final tug down he finally managed to undo his trousers, at last freeing his throbbing length, hanging achingly between your trembling bodies
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ groomsman! hyunjin who helped you lift the rest of your skirt while your warm fingers promptly guided him, aligning his plump head with your soaked entrance, you were so slick it was almost as if you both had been waiting the entire night just for this moment to happen, his length sliding deep and pulsing inside you, filling up every inch as it scraped against your gummy walls and stole the breath right out of your lungs
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ groomsman! hyunjin who was getting more and more intoxicated by your sweet perfume as he nuzzled his face against the slope of your shoulder again, pulling your hips closer in a frantic rhythm at each hard thrust, two people who had found each other at the exact right moment of neediness, just as hypnotized your fingers brushed against his jaw to pull his lips back to yours, muffling another needy moan that you couldn’t even tell if it belonged to him or you anymore
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ groomsman! hyunjin who felt his jacket pocket buzzing right against your heaving, damp chests pressed tight together, he managed to slide his phone out without taking his lips off yours only to see seungmin’s name flashing on the screen with a bright text written under it, “where the hell are you two?? I thought I said for you guys to get to know each other not go mia”, his finger tried scrambling through the keyboard, but the only answer hyunjin could think of as he was balls deep in you was “sorry man, I’m a bit busy fucking the love of my life right now”
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