Just a quick reminder….this is what Changbin’s hands look like…
You ever just wanna hold Changbin’s hands and lock them between yours cause his fingers just look so soft and warm but at the same time you can easily imagine them just squishing you all over nd stuffing you full and-
Hold on. Putting this in my drafts before I get too carried away but you guys get the gist lol.
“I’m home!” Jisung calls from the kitchen, kicking off his sneakers and pulling off his hoodie.
It’s one of the rare nights Jisung gets to spend at your apartment, having a full day tomorrow to get some rest between his busy schedules. And though it’s already well past midnight, the two of you make it a point to stay up as late as possible so you can spend some well deserved time together, in the comfort of each other’s presence while you catch up on the details of your lives.
“Hi baby,” Jisung says with a toothy grin as you enter the kitchen, rushing into his arms as he pulls you into his warm embrace.
“Missed you,” you say, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and wrapping your arms around his broad back. He’s dressed comfortably in a black tank top and sweatpants, already having showered after dance practice so he can spend the whole evening by your side.
“I missed you,” Jisung voices back, tucking strands of hair behind your ears as he looks down at you. “Did you eat?”
“Yeah,” you respond, already having eaten your portion of the takeout food you bought a few hours ago. “Sorry. I was starving and I couldn’t wait,”
Jisung chuckles lightly, shaking his head and pressing a small kiss to your temple. “But you need to eat,” he voices. “Don’t be sorry. I’m gonna get my half and I’ll meet you on the couch.”
You nod at him, separating from his embrace to make your way to the couch, while Jisung retrieves his share of food from the kitchen table.
“What do you want to watch?” You call out to Jisung, and you can hear him shuffling about to transfer Chinese food to his plate.
“Horror?” He queries, mixing his noodles with a pair of chopsticks. “There’s that new one we wanted to watch. With the clown?”
“Oh yeah!” You exclaim, flipping through titles and landing on the movie you’ve agreed on.
“Are you sure you won’t be too scared?” Jisung says with an amused smirk as he finally makes his way back through to the couch with his food in hand.
“Scared?” You echo. “Please. Clowns don’t scare me at all. They’re silly.”
“They don’t?” Jisung questions with wide eyes. “Even I think they’re unsettling.”
“Well sure, they can be a little unsettling. But they’re not scary, per se.”
“Maybe this will change your mind, then,” Jisung says, raising his eyebrows as you finally start up the movie.
*
Thirty minutes in, you maintain your stance on clowns in movies- they’re just not scary. The antagonist makes a big show of killing people and strutting around in a face full of white makeup paired with a red rubber nose, but you simply don’t find any part of it to be fearful- in fact, you’re even laughing at a few parts, while Jisung finishes eating beside you.
“It’s not funny,” Jisung says with a scoff. “That was a children’s birthday party.”
“Yeah,” you respond. “And that kid kept harassing the clown. He got what he deserved.”
“Okay, okay,” you say to him. “I digress. Maybe if it was in person, it’d be a little more scary. But on screen it’s just a little lame.”
Jisung furrows his eyebrows as he turns back to the screen, the clown dismembering some unimportant character while a sinister music track plays in the background. And then he sits up, his features perking up as he stands up from his spot on the couch.
“I have an idea,” Jisung says suddenly.
“An idea? What is it?”
“Wait here,” Jisung says, making his way back around the corner to the kitchen and disappearing out of sight.
You can hear him shuffling about the kitchen, unzipping a bag and seemingly retrieving something from it.
“What are you doing?” You say in an amused tone, but you’re met with silence as Jisung continues whatever task he’s fulfilling.
A few seconds go by, and then a full minute, and Jisung has neither answered your question, nor has he reappeared from wherever he left off to.
“Jisung?” You call out, pausing the movie in case maybe you failed to hear his response. But he says nothing, and the shuffling about in the kitchen has audibly stopped.
You huff frustratedly, getting up from where you’re sitting to make your way into the kitchen, fully intending to scold Jisung for disappearing on you in the middle of movie night.
And as you turn the corner, you stop in your tracks, confused by the unsettling sight in the doorway to the hall.
It’s still Jisung, in his black muscle tank top and his sweatpants, standing silently with his gaze on yours. But plastered on his face, a white plastic mask, one resembling a clown’s, complete with red lips and a red nose, green tufts of hair and a big, toothy grin.
“What are you doing?” You ask, a soft chuckle emitting from your lips. Jisung says nothing, cocking his head to one side as he keeps his intense gaze locked on yours.
“Where the fuck did you even get that?” You query as you finally approach him, reaching a hand up to graze the hard plastic along your fingertips. “Did you just have this prepared for movie night?”
Jisung chuckles lightly, unable to keep serious for too long as he finally responds.
“It’s from the video set,” he finally says. “I asked if I could bring it home as a little memento.”
“This is your memento?” You retort. “This creepy mask?”
“I thought you weren’t scared of clowns,” Jisung remarks.
“Yeah, and I’m not scared of this one either. Especially not when I can see your biceps with that tank top, and your dick print through those pants. You look like some erotic actor for hire.”
Jisung laughs loudly from behind the mask, reaching up to steady two hands on the top of the doorway and leaning against it casually.
“Wait a minute,” Jisung remarks, as you scan his figure. “Is this… turning you on?”
“What?” You say, embarrassed you’ve let yourself make it so obvious. “Absolutely fucking not. It’s a literal Halloween costume.”
“It’s totally turning you on,” Jisung says, a melodic giggle escaping his lips. “You totally have a mask kink.”
“A what?” You say between bashful laughter. “Jisung, that’s something you probably have, not me. I’m not into weird shit.”
“I only have one if I know you have one,” Jisung explains. “If you get horny at the sight of some spooky mask on your boyfriend's sexy figure, then we might as well hit up the costume store and stock up.”
You don’t reply immediately, your mind wandering to the endless options a costume store would provide you with- ghosts, aliens, non-human entities with unsettling expressions. A whole list of masks Jisung could model for you.
Jisung raises his eyebrows when your gaze snaps back to him, understanding by your contemplation alone that he’s correct in his theory.
“Why don’t you let me fuck you while I wear this one,” Jisung proposes. “And if you like it, we can hit up the costume store.”
You’re reluctant to respond, not wanting him to hold the fact that he’s right against you. But when he coaxes you to come closer to him, you can’t decline, letting him take you in his embrace and run a hand along your cheek lovingly.
“You don’t have to be scared,” Jisung says, and you’re unsure whether he’s referring to the mask, or this newfound kink of yours. But he spins you around, pressing you to the frame of the doorway and pulling your panties down to your thighs.
“Are you already wet for me?” Jisung muses, dipping a finger down against your core and rubbing lightly. And you are, admittedly dripping for him, even more turned on at the sensation of the cold plastic pressing up against you as his face hovers behind yours.
“I knew it,” Jisung remarks, rubbing your clit in light motions. “You have a thing for masks, baby. That’s so fucking sexy.”
You can hear his sweatpants pool at his ankles as he undresses, his erection prodding into your upper thigh as he continues to rub you, small moans escaping your lips as he does. He’s slow and calculated with his movements, almost as though he’s continuing to gauge if you’re still into it. But he doesn’t have to be slow for much longer, taking careful note of the way you arch against the doorway into his touch.
“Will you put it in?” You ask politely, turning your head to catch a glimpse of the mask.
“Say you like the mask,” Jisung orders with a smirk not visible to you.
“What?”
“Say you’re into the mask,” Jisung says again. “Say it turns you on.”
“I don’t-”
“Say it, and I’ll fuck you in it,” Jisung emphasizes. You huff frustratedly, knowing you have no choice but to admit to the embarrassing fact if you want him to help you finish.
“I like it,” you say plainly.
“Like what?”
“The mask.”
“Say it in full.”
“I like the mask,” you echo, his fingers moving a little faster.
“Tell me how it makes you feel,” Jisung commands.
“It’s creepy,” you say to him. “Kinda feels like it’s someone else under there.”
“It’s definitely me,” Jisung muses. “I just have more power over you in it. Maybe if you cum for me, I’ll take it off and let you kiss me again. For now you’re gonna take whatever I give you.”
You swallow nervously, nodding as he keeps you pressed against the wall and wraps a hand around the base of his cock, guiding it to rest against your entrance as you hold your breath.
“Hold still for me,” Jisung orders. “I want this to feel good for you.”
And following his words, he slips his cock inside of you, being able to push inside of you with complete ease as you grasp the door frame with one hand. He feels a lot harder than you’re typically used to, evidently turned on at this, too. And once he’s buried to the hilt inside of you, the hand he’s been using to steady you wraps lightly around your throat, pulling you against the plastic of his mask as he begins to move.
Jisung’s heavy breathing is amplified behind the mask, his ragged breaths echoing off the plastic and into your ears. His grunts and moans sound inhuman like this, everything about him feeling like a complete mystery as he fucks you senselessly.
And you feel completely powerless in his hold, only being able to gasp in response as he works harsh thrusts in and out of you, your pussy contracting desperately around his girth as he fucks you.
“Are you scared?” Jisung asks, picking up his pace a little.
And you’re not scared of the mask, per se, but it is a little scary how much you’re turned on at this. The mystery of your boyfriend’s facial expressions behind the mask, the sounds completely unfamiliar to you, unable to kiss him or touch him properly and at his mercy while he fucks you. The shift in power has you seeing stars, Jisung wielding much more power over you when he’s in the mask, and well aware of it judging by the way he pulsates inside of you.
“It’s scary how fucking hot you look in that thing,” you confess breathlessly. “I wish you’d brought it home earlier.”
“There’s fear in arousal,” Jisung responds plainly, tugging your hair lightly and moving even faster now.
“I want you to let go for me completely, okay? Show me how much you like this thing.”
You nod eagerly in his grasp, feeling the way your stomach contracts at the sensation. His bulge almost protrudes against your stomach at this angle, hitting every sweet spot inside of you as he moves with such purpose, desperate to make you cum hard for him, so he can indulge you in a collection of masks in the future.
“Cum for me,” Jisung commands breathlessly. “Let go for me, baby. I’m not gonna take this off until you finish for me.”
Your cunt clenches down around his cock with such force, your moans coming out much higher pitched now as he grips your throat a little tighter and pulls your hips back against his.
“You love this,” Jisung voices, with you completely unable to respond to his words. “You love feeling unnerved while I use you, huh?”
And you nod eagerly in his touch, letting out a fervent moan as he slows his movements a little, holding each thrust inside of you for several seconds before pulling back and thrusting once more.
“Baby, I’m cumming,” you whimper pathetically, as he holds himself bottomed out inside of you.
And you feel your insides churn as your cunt clenches down around his cock, finally reaching your release and letting yourself squirt around his pulsing girth.
Jisung gasps when he feels it, and then he chuckles lightly, observing the way you make a complete mess of the floor and his cock.
When he pulls out, you’re quick to apologize, pulling your panties back up and scanning the room for towels.
“God, I made such a mess,” you remark disappointedly. “Sorry, let me-”
“Sorry?” Jisung retorts with a chuckle. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You totally have a mask kink for me, baby.”
As he speaks, he pulls the mask off over his head, discarding it on the kitchen table and meeting your gaze. Strands of his black hair are glued to his forehead in a sheen layer of sweat, his lips pulling into a toothy grin as he pulls you closer to him.
“I’m glad I brought that thing home,” Jisung remarks. “I never would’ve known that about you.”
“I wouldn’t have known either,” you say with a chuckle. “I guess we were both pleasantly surprised.”
Jisung pressed a series of chaste kisses to your lips, pulling away to head toward the kitchen counter for paper towels.
“I’ll get this cleaned up,” Jisung says. “In the meanwhile, think about what you want from the costume store tomorrow.”
He rips a sheet off the roll, approaching you once again and kneeling on the floor to clean the mess.
“Aliens?” Jisung asks, wiping the puddle off the floor. “Werewolves? Orcs? Goblins?”
And you smile down at him, endeared at the way he’s so open to embracing all your kinks, regardless of what they may be.
You and your husband Jisung are trying something new in the bedroom ~
Warnings: Sexual content, BDSM; submisson, dominance, spanking, boundage, fingering, intercourse [do not read if you are a minor or find reading smut uncomfortable!]
Word count: 4,2k
Note: I decided to (kinda) take part of kinktober with this one, hope you'll enjoy!🔥
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You looked up from your book as you heard Jisung step into the living room, with a packet in his hands. The way he looked at you, his eyes dancing with excitement and a hint of nervousness, made your heart skip a beat. You hadn't seen this side of him before—curious, slightly vulnerable, yet undeniably eager. He held the package out to you, and you took it to your hands. "What's this?" you asked, playing coy.
Jisung's smile grew as he took a seat beside you, his leg brushing against yours. "I picked these up for us," he said, his voice a low purr. "I thought we could try something new tonight." The words hung in the air, thick with anticipation. You tore open the package to find an assortment of leather straps, velvet blindfolds, and silk ties—items that screamed of a world you've only ever dared to explore in the pages of a book or a fleeting fantasy before bed. Your breath hitched as you realized what he was suggesting—BDSM.
"Are you sure about this?" you asked, your voice a whisper, a hint of excitement lacing through the apprehension. Jisung nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "I've done some research," he assured you. "I want us to explore this together. We'll start slow, and you can always tell me if you're uncomfortable." The promise of control made your stomach flutter.
He took the blindfold from the pile, the velvet soft against your skin as he gently secured it around your eyes. The world disappeared into darkness, heightening every sound—the rustle of fabric, the steady thud of his heart, the sharp intake of your breath. You felt his hand on your shoulder, guiding you to stand, and the warmth of his body as he led you into the bedroom. The scent of vanilla candles filled the air, mingling with the faint musk of his cologne.
In the soft candlelight, Jisung's voice was a soothing command, "Take off your clothes, slowly." Each piece of fabric felt like a barrier falling away, revealing the excitement beneath. You could hear the clink of metal as he picked up one of the leather straps, the cool touch of it against your skin as he wrapped it around your wrist, then the firm click of the lock. A mix of fear and thrill coiled in your belly. He laid you down on the bed, securing your wrists on the metal headboard's bars.
You felt his hands on your body, exploring and claiming. His fingertips traced the line of the strap, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You gasped when the cool leather met your skin, his touch turning to a gentle caress. The anticipation was almost too much, your body responding with a rush of wetness between your legs. Jisung chuckled, a deep, knowing sound that sent shivers down your spine. "You're already so responsive," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
The mattress dipped as he climbed onto the bed, his weight shifting the bed beneath you. The softness of the sheets brushed against your bare skin as you awaited his next move. He took his time, the anticipation building until it was almost unbearable. And then, the warmth of his breath on your neck, the scruff of his jaw scraping against your sensitive flesh. A gentle nip followed, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you squirm in your bonds.
You felt his hands move lower, grazing the soft mounds of your breasts, the leather of the strap creating a delicious friction. His thumbs teased your nipples into hard peaks, and you bit back a moan, the darkness of the blindfold making each sensation more intense. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice a dark promise. You nodded, the only answer you could give.
The bed shifted again as Jisung moved away, and you heard the sound of his own clothing being removed. Your imagination painted vivid pictures of his bare body, the muscles rippling as he moved closer. You could feel the warmth of his skin as he straddled you, his erection pressing against your stomach, leaving no doubt as to how much this was affecting him. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was both tender and demanding, his tongue seeking yours, tasting and conquering.
You felt a sudden coolness as a gel was applied to your breasts, and the next sensation was the shock of cold steel. You gasped into the kiss as a pair of nipple clamps were carefully placed, tightened just enough to make you gasp again. The pinch was exquisite, sending sparks of pleasure-pain straight to your core. "Breathe," he whispered, his voice a gentle command, and you focused on his words, the sensation becoming a part of you.
With the clamps in place, Jisung's attentions turned elsewhere. His hand slid down your stomach, his fingertips dancing around your navel, before descending further. The anticipation was a living thing, making you arch into his touch. When his fingers finally found your clit, you moaned, the sound echoing in the room. He began to stroke, slow and deliberate, the pressure increasing just a touch with each pass. Your breathing grew ragged, your body tightening with each touch.
"You're so wet for me," he murmured, his voice a dark whisper that seemed to resonate through your very soul. His fingers grew more insistent, the pleasure building, a storm gathering within you. "Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me how much you want it."
You swallowed hard, the words catching in your throat. "I want you," you breathed out, the words barely a sound in the quiet room.
Jisung's hand stilled for a moment, as if savoring your admission. Then, he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "What do you want me to do?"
Your voice was a shaky whisper, "I want you to make me come."
Jisung chuckled darkly, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispered back, "Your wish is my command." His fingers began to move again, the strokes becoming more urgent, more focused. The pleasure grew, each touch sending waves of heat through your body. The clamps on your nipples pulled and pinched with every breath, the sensation only adding to the delicious symphony of sensations.
He slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, and your hips bucked in response. The leather strap around your wrists bit into your skin as you tried to arch up to meet his hand, the restraint adding another layer to the building intensity. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice strained with his own need. You could feel his cock pressing against your thigh, a silent testament to his control.
Jisung's thumb found your clit and circled it, his other hand playing with the clamps. With each twist of his wrist, you felt the pleasure-pain shoot through you, making you whimper into the pillow below you. Your body was a tightly coiled spring, desperate for release. The room spun around you, the candlelight flickering shadows dancing on the walls.
Suddenly, he removed the clamps with a swift tug, and the sensation was like a bolt of lightning, your body jolting with the sudden release of tension. You cried out, the pain morphed into pleasure, the blood rushing back into your nipples, making them throb with newfound sensitivity.
Jisung took advantage of your heightened state, his mouth descending to capture one of your sensitive peaks. His tongue swirled around the tightened bud, the gentle suction making your toes curl. You could feel the beginnings of your orgasm building, your body begging for more. He knew just what you needed, his touch expert and precise.
The pressure on your clit increased, his thumb applying just enough pressure to keep you teetering on the edge. His other hand released the blindfold, and you opened your eyes to find him watching you intently, his eyes dark with lust. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice firm yet loving. You obeyed, staring into the pools of desire that mirrored your own.
The sight of his face, twisted with need and focus, was almost too much. Your orgasm built, a crescendo of sensation that seemed to last an eternity. He didn't stop, his movements relentless as he pushed you closer and closer. The candlelight flickered across his features, painting them in a soft, golden glow. His hair fell into his eyes, and his jaw was clenched with the effort of holding back his own release.
Your body tightened around his fingers, your hips bucking in time with his strokes. He watched you, his eyes never leaving yours, and you felt the connection between you, a bond stronger than any you'd ever experienced. You were his, completely and utterly, and the realization only made you wetter. You were his to command, his to pleasure, and the power exchange was intoxicating.
With one final twist of your nipple and a deep plunge of his fingers, you shattered. The orgasm ripped through you like a tornado, leaving you gasping for air and trembling with the aftershocks. Jisung didn't stop, his touch gentle but firm, riding out the waves of your pleasure. He kissed your neck, his teeth scraping lightly, his tongue soothing the sting. "That's it," he murmured, his voice a balm to your overstimulated senses. "Let go, baby."
As the intensity began to wane, he removed his fingers, leaving you panting and wrung out. But the night wasn't over. He shifted his position, his body sliding down the bed, his mouth moving lower. The feeling of his breath on your skin was the only warning before he took your clit into his mouth, sucking hard. You cried out, the sensation too much, too soon after your climax. But it didn't matter; your body was greedy for more.
Jisung stood up and picked something from the packet that was on the floor. It was a soft leather flogger, the ends tipped with delicate fur. "I want to show you something else," he said, his voice a seductive promise. You nodded, eager to see where this night would take you. He positioned himself at the foot of the bed, his grip on the flogger firm yet gentle.
The first strike was a feather-light caress against your thigh, and you jumped, the sensation surprising you. "Just breathe," he soothed, and you felt his hand stroke your skin, soothing the sting. The next strike was a little harder, and you bit your lip, the pain a sweet shock that melded into pleasure. He started a rhythm, alternating between thighs, the strokes growing more intense, and you found yourself pushing into them, craving the sensation.
As the flogging continued, your body grew accustomed to the sensation, each strike sending a thrill through you that seemed to pulse in time with your racing heart. The soft thuds of leather meeting flesh filled the room, punctuating the heavy silence with a rhythm that grew more and more mesmerizing. You felt the heat rising in your cheeks, your breaths coming in short, sharp bursts as the tension coiled tighter within you.
"Does that feel good?" Jisung's voice was a low, rumbling question, his eyes never leaving yours in the flickering candlelight. You nodded, unable to form words as the sensations grew more intense. The flogger was a dance of pain and pleasure across your skin, each strike leaving a trail of heat that melded into the next. You could feel yourself growing wetter, the anticipation of the next hit making your legs quiver.
"Good" he smirked and dropped the flogger, picking up two silk robes and starting to round them around your ankles, tightening them to the bed polls. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards him, your body stretching out along the bed. The sensation of the cool air brushing against your wetness was exhilarating. He took his time, tying each knot firmly yet gently, ensuring that you were spread wide open and exposed to him. Your legs were up in the air. Tightly secured around the polls.
The scent of your arousal was potent in the air, making Jisung's cock throb with need. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him—his beautiful wife, bound and open, trusting him with her vulnerability.
"What do you want?" Jisung's question was a demand, his voice a velvet rumble that sent a shiver through your body. You could feel his eyes on you, devouring every inch of your exposed flesh.
"I want you," you whispered, your voice barely audible, the need in your tone unmistakable.
Jisung's eyes darkened with desire, his gaze traveling down to your glistening folds. "And what do you want me to do with you?" His question was a challenge, pushing you to voice your deepest desires.
"I want you to fuck me," you replied, the words surprising even yourself with their bluntness. But in that moment, you knew it was true. You needed him inside you, claiming you as his, marking you with his own brand of pleasure.
Jisung's smile grew wider, a predatory glint in his eye as he climbed onto the bed, his muscles flexing with the grace of a cat. He positioned himself at your entrance, his cock pressing against your wetness. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the promise of what was to come. "Say it again," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.
You swallowed, the anticipation a living creature within you. "I want you to fuck me," you repeated, your voice stronger this time, the words rolling off your tongue like a mantra.
Jisung's grip on your ankles tightened, and he leaned in, his breath a warm caress against your skin as he whispered, "As you wish." With one swift movement, he plunged into you, filling you completely. The sudden fullness made you gasp, your body stretching to accommodate him.
The feel of his cock, hot and hard, was almost overwhelming, and you struggled against your restraints, your body instinctively trying to draw him deeper. Jisung chuckled, a dark, possessive sound that sent shivers down your spine. "You're mine," he growled, his hips beginning to move in a steady rhythm.
You could feel every inch of him, the silk ties at your ankles digging into your skin with each thrust, the leather around your wrists a reminder of your submission. His strokes grew more deliberate, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. The flogger lay discarded beside him, forgotten in the face of the raw, primal need that had taken over.
Jisung leaned down, his chest brushing against your sensitive breasts as he claimed your mouth in another bruising kiss. His tongue danced with yours, tasting the sweetness of your desire, as his hips pistoned into you, each movement a declaration of his own. The bed frame creaked in time with your muffled moans, the mattress dipping and rising beneath your bound forms.
Withdrawing slightly, Jisung took a moment to appreciate the view. Your body was a canvas of passion, your skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. The leather restraints around your wrists and the silk ones on your ankles were stark against the white sheets, reminder of the power play. He reached down, his fingers tracing the line of the silk around your ankles before sliding up your calves, the contrast of the soft silk against your skin making you quiver.
You felt a thrill of fear mingled with excitement as he leaned in close, his teeth grazing your inner thigh. "Do you trust me?" he murmured, his breath hot and moist against your skin.
"Yes," you panted, the word barely escaping your lips.
"Good girl" he murmured, the words sending a fresh wave of desire through you. His grip on your ankles tightened as he began to thrust harder, his strokes deep and deliberate. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, making your toes curl and your back arch.
The bed was a battlefield of passion, the sound of your muffled cries and the slap of his body against yours creating a symphony of lust. The silk ties bit into your skin, the sensation a sweet agony that only served to heighten your arousal. You could feel another orgasm building, a pressure that grew with each thrust, threatening to consume you.
Jisung's movements grew more erratic, his breathing harsh in your ear. "I'm going to make you come again" he rasped, his voice a dark promise. You felt the pressure building, your body tightening around him as he drove into you, each stroke hitting that perfect spot. His thumb found your clit, circling it with a light pressure and that's all you needed.
Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave, crashing over you, drowning you in pleasure. You screamed his name, the sound echoing off the walls, your body convulsing with the intensity of your release. Jisung groaned as your walls tightened around him, but he kept himself from coming too, because he wasn't done yet.
He slipped out of you and loosened the ribbons in your ankles with swift moves, his eyes never leaving yours. "Still want more?" he asked, his voice strained with need. You nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of your desire.
With surprising strength, Jisung flipped you over onto your stomach, the cool air making you shiver. You felt the silk slide away from your ankles, the leather strap still bound to your wrists.
Your body was now stretched taut, your ass in the air, exposed and vulnerable. The shift in position brought a new thrill, the anticipation of what was to come sending your pulse racing.
He stepped back, his eyes drinking in the sight of you, bound and waiting. He picked something from the packet again and you could hear the rustle of the sheets as he repositioned himself, his erection bobbing with need. His hand caressed your ass cheek with leather gloves on his hands. "So beautiful," he murmured, the reverence in his voice sending and the feeling of the glove sent a thrill through you.
He slowly slipped his two fingers inside you again, the leather of his glove adding a new level of friction that made you gasp. The glove had nubs that rubbed your walls just right as he began to drive into you with his fingers. Each thrust was shallow at first, as if he was teasing you, making you beg for more.
"Hmm? What was that?" You felt his smirk against your skin as he whispered into your ear, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. "Beg for it," he said, the command a low growl that sent your body into overdrive.
"Please," you whimpered, the word barely a breath. "Please, Jisung, harder"
With a low chuckle, Jisung obliged, his fingers plunging deeper into you, the nubs on the leather glove sending waves of pleasure that seemed to resonate through your entire body. You pushed back into him, feeling the familiar tightness in your stomach.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice a seductive whisper in your ear. "Take it all." His thumb began to circle your clit, the friction of the leather adding an extra layer of sensation. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the slap of his hand against your skin as he spanked you in a rhythm that matched his thrusts.
You felt his hand move away and it was replaced by the warmth of his cock as he pushed into you from behind. The leather glove was still on his hand, the nubs gliding over your clit as he began to fuck you in earnest. Each stroke was deep and hard, the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot that had you seeing stars.
As he continued to trust hard in you, the nubs rubbing your clit, his free hand found its place in the back of your neck, pushing your face against the mattress. The dominance was palpable, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your moans grew louder, your breaths more ragged, and you felt yourself slipping away into a world of pure sensation. The combination of the leather straps, the gloves, and Jisung's unyielding strength was a heady mix that had your body craving for more.
"I'm going to come" jisung spoke, his voice hoarse, "And you are going to come with me" he grunted, his hand tightening around your neck. The pressure was intense, but it only served to push you closer to the edge.
You felt your body tightening around him, each stroke sending you higher and higher. The leather of the glove was a constant reminder of your submission, the nubs on his thumb a delicious torment against your clit. Your moans grew louder, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath your face. The pressure in your abdomen grew, coiling tighter and tighter, until it was almost unbearable.
Jisung's breath grew harsher, his hips slapping against your ass with each thrust. His hand tightened around your neck, the pressure a sweet agony that only heightened the pleasure building within you. He grunted, and you felt his cock pulse inside you, his own orgasm beginning to spill forth.
The sensation was too much, your body responding with a feral scream as you shattered around him. Another wave of pleasure crested, the intensity almost painful in its beauty. You could feel his release fill you, the warmth of it sending a final jolt through your body.
He held you there, panting, his body still inside yours, the leather of the glove still pressing into your clit. For a moment, the only sounds were the harsh rasp of your breathing and the thunder of your pulse in your ears. The room was thick with the scent of sex and candlewax, the candlelight flickering shadows across the wall.
Jisung leaned down, his body heavy against your back, his breath hot on your neck. "How do you feel?" he whispered, the leather of the glove still a tantalizing presence between your legs.
You took a shaky breath, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through your body. "Alive," you murmured, the word a soft sigh of contentment.
Jisung chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. He carefully removed the leather gloves, his touch gentle as he unbound your wrists. He pulled out of you slowly, his cock slipping free with a wet sound that made you quiver. He leaned over, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and satisfaction.
You lay there for a moment, boneless and sated, feeling the cool air kiss your sweat-dampened skin. Jisung's weight lifted from the bed, and you heard the rustle of him putting the gear away. The sound of running water from the bathroom soon followed, and the scent of warm, vanilla-infused air filled the room as he drew you a bath.
The tub was a haven of relaxation, the warm water soothing your aching muscles and the scent of your shared desire lingering in the steam. Jisung helped you into the tub. You sank into the water with a contented sigh, the warmth enveloping your body as the last vestiges of the intense scene you'd just shared melted away.
"Was it too harsh?" Jisung's voice was filled with concern as he handed you a warm, damp cloth to clean up. He sat beside the tub, his gaze lingering on your face, searching for any sign of distress.
You took the cloth from him, your own hand shaking slightly as you gently wiped your skin. "No," you said, your voice soft and sated. "It was perfect."
Jisung's shoulders relaxed, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm glad," he murmured, leaning in to kiss your temple. "We can always stop if it gets too much, or try something different if you want."
You nodded, your eyes half-closed as the warmth of the water seeped into your bones. "I trust you," you said, the words coming easily. In that moment, you knew that you truly did. The bond between you had grown stronger with each stroke of the flogger, each tug on the nipple clamps, and each thrust of his cock.
As Jisung stood to leave, you felt a sudden pang of loss. The night had been a whirlwind of new sensations, and you weren't ready for it to end just yet. "Stay," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the gentle patter of the faucet. "Join me."
Jisung smiled softly and nodded. You watched as he stepped into the tub behind you, his body sinking into the water with a sigh. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest, and you leaned against him.
"I love you" he murmured, his hands beginning to knead your shoulders. The warmth of the water and the gentle pressure of his touch melted away the last of your tension, leaving you boneless and pliable in his embrace. His kisses trailed along the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he held you close.
"I love you too" you murmured back as you closed your eyes and ejoyed the warmt and relaxation of your body.
As for request, can you write something spicy with Lee Know please? (He's my bias ❤️🔥) Maybe a heated makeout session (?) but it's merely a suggestion, the idea is totally up to you 🤗
P.S. Always love your writings ❤️
Thank you so much love🥹💕 I loved this request and it was fun to write! I hope it catches up to your expectations🫶
Lee Minho × reader
A dare turns into a heated make out😌
Word count: 1,5k
Minho's apartment was a cozy mess of laughter and good spirits, the air thick with the aroma of spilled drinks and the faint scent of burnt popcorn. You couldn't help but feel a little nervous as you sat on the worn-out couch, your knees bumping against Hyunjin's as you both leaned over the coffee table to grab a chip. The walls were adorned with posters of bands you had only heard of in passing.
Hannah, the ever-mischievous one, had suggested a round of "truth or dare" to liven up the evening. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she took a sip of her beer, swirling it around in the bottle before setting it down with a clink. "Okay, guys, I dare you and Minho to kiss," she exclaimed, her voice cutting through the noise like a knife. The room froze, and you felt your heart jump into your throat. You knew Hannah did it on purpose, because she knew there had been something between you and Minho for a while.
Minho's gaze met yours for a fraction of a second before he leaned back, his expression unreadable. "Come on, it's just a dare," Hyunjin added, nudging you playfully. You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks, and you knew that you had to go through with it. It was either this or face the embarrassment of refusing. So, with a deep breath, you leaned in, your eyes closing as your lips met his.
The kiss was brief, a mere brush of skin against skin, but the electricity that sparked between you was undeniable. The room erupted into cheers and catcalls as you both pulled away, laughing awkwardly. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, hoping no one had noticed the sudden racing of your heart. "Alright, alright," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, "who's next?"
As Hyunjin started to ask Hannah, you nervously bit your lip and with the corner of your eye you saw Minho looking at you. The chemistry between you and him had been palpable for a while, but you had never acted on it. That quick kiss was like a match thrown into a puddle of gasoline - it had ignited something that couldn’t be easily doused. The small touch made you grave for more, but you didn't dare to confess your feelings.
The rest of the night went on with more drinks and laughter, the game continuing in a blur of truths and dares. But the atmosphere had shifted, and every time Minho was close, you could feel the tension coil around you like a tightening spring. When Hannah suggested heading to the bar, you excused yourself to the bathroom for a quick refresh. The bathroom mirror revealed your flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips, a stark reminder of the unexpected moment that had passed between you. You took a deep breath, willing your heart to settle as you dabbed some cold water on your face and reapplied your lipstick. The door creaked and Minho was standing at the door.
Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned against the door frame, his eyes dark with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "You okay?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. You nodded, trying to play it cool, but the tremble in your voice betrayed you. "You looked like you needed a breather," he said, closing the door behind him.
The bathroom was small, and with Minho in it, it felt even smaller. The walls seemed to close in, the air growing heavier with each passing second. He took a step closer, and you could smell the faint scent of his cologne, mingling with the alcohol on his breath. Your eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, the rest of the world disappeared. Before you could say anything, he reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
"That was... an unexpected move from Hannah" he said, his voice a little unsteady. You nodded, unable to find the words to respond. The silence stretched on, thick with unspoken desire, until finally, you broke it with a nervous laugh. "Yeah, it was," you agreed, trying to play it off as casually as you could. But the way his thumb lingered on your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw, told you that he wasn't buying it.
He took another step closer, and you felt your body respond, leaning into his touch without conscious thought. His hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer until there was no space between you. The heat from his body seeped into yours, setting every nerve ending alight.
Minho's hand slid up to your neck, his thumb brushing against the pulse point where your heart hammered a frantic beat. His eyes dropped to your lips, and you could see the moment when he made his decision. He leaned in, and this time, there was no room for doubt. His mouth crashed into yours, hungry and demanding. You melted into the kiss, letting go of the tension that had been building since the daring game began.
Your hands found their way to his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath under your palms. His touch grew more urgent, his fingers tangling in your hair as he angled your head to deepen the kiss. The world outside the bathroom faded away, leaving only the two of you and the intoxicating taste of each other.
You felt your body responding in ways it never had before, and your mind raced with the sudden realization that maybe, just maybe, this was more than a drunken dare. The kiss grew hotter, your breaths coming in gasps as you both lost track of time and space.
Minho's hands slid down to your waist, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you even closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers weaving through his hair as you matched his fervor. The chemistry was undeniable, and the line between friends and something more had been crossed with a fiery boldness that neither of you could ignore.
Minho pulled away slightly, panting, reasting his forehead against yours. His eyes pierced right into yours. You took a shaky breath, the coolness of the air hitting your flushed cheeks and you stared back at him. You didn't know where this was going, but you didn't want it to stop.
"I've wanted to do that for a while," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Your heart stuttered at his confession, and you felt your walls crumbling down. "Me too," you whispered back, your voice barely a breath. The words hung between you, loaded with meaning and possibility.
With a smirk that could make you melt on the spot, Minho pushed you gently but firmly against the wall, his body pressing into yours. He leaned in again, his lips finding yours with a confidence that sent a thrill through your body. This kiss was different from the first - a declaration of desire that had been simmering just beneath the surface.
As his hands roamed over your body, you felt alive in a way you hadn't in what felt like forever. His touch was a brand, leaving an imprint on your skin that you knew you would feel even after the alcohol had worn off. You responded eagerly, your own hands exploring the planes of his chest.
The kiss grew more intense, your tongues tangling together as you both gave in to the attraction that had been bubbling beneath the surface for so long. Your breaths grew ragged, and you felt your knees start to tremble.
Minho's hand trailed down to the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing the bare skin of your stomach, sending waves of heat through you. You gasped into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss even further, his other hand cupping your face. The sound of your muffled moans filled the small bathroom, echoing off the tiles.
He pulled away just long enough to murmur, "You taste better than I ever thought," before his mouth claimed yours again. The words sent a jolt through you, igniting a fire that you hadn't even known was smoldering. You had imagined kisses with him before, but nothing could have prepared you for the reality of it - the way his lips felt against yours, the taste of him, the scent of his skin.
You heard Hannah shout something outside the door. The muffled sound of her voice seemed to break the spell, and you both pulled away, panting. Your eyes searched his, and the heat you found there made your stomach flip.
"I guess we should head out" you breathed out, still catching your breath. Smiling slightly at the sight of your lipstick smeared all over Minho's lips.
"I agree" Minho nodded, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I also agree that we should continue this later" he smirked, the desire still evident in his eyes. You couldn't help but smile back, your heart racing with excitement and nerves. He opened the bathroom door and you both stepped out, trying to compose yourselves before facing your friends.
So, I'm on a vacation and my laptop (which contains my writings for Not crying in the Burlesque club series) was left at home. Please, request any kind of short stories you want to read. Any stray kids member can be requested🫶😊
Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Explicit sexual content, BDSM themes and practices, Power dynamics and domination, Mild bondage (use of collar and chain), Breathplay (tightening of collar), Mature language
No summary Just Smut under the cut
Jisung knelt before you, his large brown eyes gazing up with submissive intensity. Soft waves of brown hair framed his delicate features, falling gently over his forehead. His lips parted slightly, hinting at his anticipation. You held the collar, its soft leather cool against your skin. As you leaned forward to claim him, Jisung's breath caught in his throat.
Gently, you wrapped the collar around Jisung's neck, feeling his pulse quicken beneath your fingertips. The leather glided smoothly as you fastened it, the buckle's soft click echoing in the quiet room. Jisung's eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping as the collar settled—a tangible symbol of his submission.
Stepping back, you admired your handiwork. The dark leather contrasted beautifully with Jisung's tan skin, accentuating the graceful curve of his neck. His eyes slowly opened, meeting yours with a mix of devotion and desire that quickened your heartbeat.
You held the metal chain attached to the collar, tugging gently. Jisung gasped softly, his eyes widening at the sensation. The chain clinked, a reminder of your connection. His gaze remained fixed on you, his expression a blend of anticipation and trust. "Remember our safe word?" you asked confidently, your stilettos clicking against the marble floor as you shifted.
Jisung nodded, whispering, "Yes, I remember." Pleased with his obedience, you smiled. The chain jingled as you stepped closer, your presence looming over him, causing him to shiver in anticipation.
Your fingers traced the chain, feeling the cool metal as you considered your next move. The room crackled with tension, electric with unspoken desires. Jisung's breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he awaited your command, completely surrendered.
With a gentle tug, you guided Jisung to his feet. Although Jisung was very submissive his dark eyes always held a mischevious playful glint to them. Like he might disobey at any moment just to get a rise out of you. But, the collar, a thrilling reminder of his submission, prompted him to lean into your touch as you caressed his cheek.
Your fingers trailed down his neck, feeling the smooth leather. Jisung's breath caught, his eyes closing at your touch. The world faded away, leaving only this moment of intense connection. You reveled in his reactions to you. This man was almost always at your feet.. willing to worship you.. hanging off your every command. It made your heart clench with more than just desire and temptation.
Leaning close, you whispered in his ear, "Good boy." A visible shiver ran down Jisung's spine, his hands clenching as he resisted touching you. You stepped back, savoring the sight of him—collared, obedient, and yours. "You don't touch until I say so." Your black dress swayed as you circled him slowly, feeling his eyes follow your every move. The chain clinked softly, underlining the power dynamic. Completing your circle, you faced him, your gazes locking.
"Take off my dress." Your crimson lips moved, captivating Jisung's attention. His hands twitched with anticipation as he reached for the zipper, his fingers brushing your back. The zipper's descent filled the room, mingling with his shallow breaths. As the fabric loosened, his warm exhale caressed your skin, sending a shiver through you.
The dress slipped off your shoulders, pooling at your feet in a whisper of silk. Jisung's eyes widened, drinking in the sight of your exposed skin, his breathing increased audibly. You stepped out of the dress, leaving you in deep red lacy panties and a matching bra. Jisung instinctively reached out to caress your side. He craved to touch your smooth skin. As his fingertips grazed you he was jerked down just a bit. The collar around his throat tightening a little as you yanked on the chain, even though you wanted him to touch you..there were rules. “Did I say you could touch me yet?”
Jisung bit down gently on his bottom lip as he straightened back up. His eyes meeting yours, “No, I’m sorry.” He breathlessly replied but, those big round eyes of his kept being pulled back to your body. You watched as Jisung's gaze roamed over you, a mixture of awe and desire. The chain clinked softly as he shifted, a reminder of the power you held.
With deliberate slowness, you traced a finger along his jawline, feeling him shiver. "You're so good, Jisung. So good," you murmured, your voice confident yet hushed. You tugged on the chain, pulling him closer. The leather collar tightened slightly, eliciting a soft gasp from his parted lips. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto yours as he stumbled forward. The heat radiating from his skin was intoxicating, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours.
Your lips brushed his ear, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine. "Now, my pet," you whispered, your voice low and commanding, "show me how much you want this." With a gentle tug on the chain, you guided Jisung towards the bed, his steps faltering with anticipation.
Turning to face him at the foot of the bed, you commanded, "Take off your clothes for me." Your fingers smoothed through his thick hair, drawing a soft sigh from his lips. With quick and deliberate hands, Jisung unbuttoned his shirt, his gaze never leaving yours as he revealed his smooth, tanned chest. The fabric slid off his shoulders, pooling at his feet, then his pants came off next, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.
You drank in the sight of him—his smooth skin, the tattoos adorning his muscled chest. His cock twitched as you gently tugged the chain again. You reveled in seeing him like this: vulnerable, obedient, and completely at your mercy. Your eyes appreciated every curve and line, every twitch of muscle beneath his skin. The collar accentuated his submission, making him even more irresistible. A smile played on your lips, a mix of pride and desire coursing through you as you contemplated your next move.
"Get on the bed." Jisung obeyed immediately, crawling onto the bed with a grace that belied his trembling anticipation. He positioned himself in the center, eyes never leaving yours as he awaited your next command. The chain clinked softly as he settled. “You look so handsome like this. Submissive and laid out only for me.” You couldn’t help yourself. The words spilling from you effortlessly. You loved being the only one able to tame Jisungs usually hyper chaotic energy. You loved being the only one to make him so vulnerable and submissive.
“I’m going to reward you for your good behavior.” You mumbled to him. His eyes watching your hands as they moved behind your back to unhook your bra. As it fell away to join his mess of clothing on the floor his eyes lit up. You could tell instantly he wanted to touch your exposed breasts. His tongue darted out licking over his lips as you took of your panties. His eyes never leaving the juncture of your thighs. “Fuck..”his whisper was barely audible but you heard it. You tugged on the chain just a little, “You weren’t told to speak.”
Jisungs eyes moved back to yours as he closed his pretty lips in instant submission. Only when you saw his tense muscles relax did you begin to slowly crawl onto the bed, eyes locked on Jisung's pretty eyes. The chain's soft clink sent a visible shiver through his body. Positioning yourself beside him, you let your fingers trail along his chest, feeling his heart's rapid beat beneath your touch.
Your lips curled into a mischievous smile as you leaned close, your breath hot against his ear. "You're being such a good boy for me," you whispered, your voice low and sultry. The praise sent a visible shudder through Jisung, his eyes fluttering closed as he basked in your approval.
"Now... I want you to make me scream. Can you do that, hm?" You yanked the collar playfully, your smirk widening as you watched him.
Jisung's eyes widened, excitement and determination flashing across his features. He nodded eagerly, his voice husky with desire as he replied, "Yes, I can do that for you. You know I can" The confident and playful Jisung making his appearance only for a second. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss that left you breathless. His hands, now free to roam, explored your body with fervor, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you.
Your lipstick smeared over both your lips as you were engulfed in a passionate embrace. Jisung's hands roamed your body groping in the areas he knew you loved to be touched most. His touch igniting sparks of pleasure wherever his fingers grazed. The gentle tug of the chain added an extra layer of sensation, reminding you both of the delicious power dynamic at play. As your kisses deepened, the world around you faded away, leaving only the heat of your bodies and the intoxicating rhythm of your shared desire.
Jisung's lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin as he left a trail of heated kisses. His hands explored your curves with increasing boldness, eliciting soft moans from your lips. The chain clinked softly with each movement, a constant reminder of your power over him even as he worked to fulfill your command.
Your back arched as Jisung's talented mouth found your breasts, his tongue swirling around your pert nipples with exquisite precision. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, drawing a loud moan from your lips. Jisung's hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer as he continued his sensual assault, determined to fulfill your command and make you scream with ecstasy.
As his ministrations intensified, your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently on the soft strands. The combination of pleasure and the subtle pressure from the collar around Jisung's neck drove you both to new heights of ecstasy. Your moans grew louder, echoing off the walls as Jisung's skilled touch pushed you closer to the edge.
"More, Jisung. I know you can do better." You tugged on the chain, tightening the collar more than it had been all evening. Jisung's eyes widened at the increased pressure, a mix of pleasure and pain flashing across his features. Determined to please you, he redoubled his efforts, his mouth trailing lower down your body with newfound urgency. His tongue danced across your skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake as he moved towards your most sensitive areas.
You lay on your back, watching him move between your thighs. Your core throbbed as he drew closer. Soon, you felt his hot breath fanning over your sensitive flesh. Jisung wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, pulling your hips up to meet his mouth. His tongue flicked out, teasing your sensitive folds before delving deeper. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, causing you to arch your back and let out a loud moan. Jisung's grip on your thighs tightened as he continued his passionate assault, his tongue exploring every inch of your dripping center.
Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly as waves of pleasure coursed through your body. Jisung's skilled tongue worked relentlessly, alternating between long, languid strokes and quick, precise flicks against your throbbing clit. The combination of his ministrations and the gentle tug of the chain attached to his collar pushed you even closer to the edge, your moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. "Good boy, that's it," you praised him through loud moans of ecstasy. “My good boy..”
Your hips bucked against Jisung's face as he continued his relentless assault on your sensitive flesh. The pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity, your entire body trembling with need. You teetered on the edge of release, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Jisung's skilled tongue pushed you closer and closer to ecstasy.
With a final flick of his tongue, Jisung sent you careening over the edge. A scream of pure pleasure tore from your throat, echoing through the room as your orgasm crashed over you in waves. Your body shook uncontrollably, your fingers gripping Jisung's hair tightly as he continued to lap at your sensitive flesh, prolonging your ecstasy.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, you found yourself gasping for breath, your body still trembling with aftershocks. Jisung slowly lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of pride and desire. The chain clinked softly as he moved to sit back on his knees.
Your breathing slowly steadied as you basked in the afterglow of your intense orgasm. Jisung's eyes remained fixed on you, his gaze a mixture of adoration and anticipation. With a gentle tug on the chain, you pulled him up towards you, his body sliding against yours as he moved. You then rolled over so he was beneath you. "Are you ready? It's your turn. But if you make a noise, I'll pull this collar as tight as I can." Jisung's eyes widened at your words, a mix of excitement and apprehension flashing across his features. He nodded slowly, his breath catching in his throat as he prepared himself for the challenge. You could feel the tension in his body beneath you, his muscles taut with anticipation as he waited for your next move.
"Prop yourself up against the headboard." You knew how much he loved to watch you pleasure him. Jisung obeyed immediately, shifting his position to lean against the headboard. His eyes were dark with desire, never leaving yours as he settled into place. The chain clinked softly with his movements, the cold metal lightly grazing his heated skin making him gasp just a little.
With a sultry smile, you slowly crawled down Jisung's body, maintaining eye contact as you positioned yourself between his legs. Your hands glided up his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. Jisung's breath hitched as you neared his hard cock, his eyes only fixed on you.
Without warning, you leaned forward and took the tip into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Jisung's body tensed, his muscles straining as he fought to keep silent under your ministrations. You could see the struggle in his eyes, the way his jaw clenched as he held back the moans that threatened to escape.
Your mouth worked its way down his shaft, taking more of him in with each bob of your head. You could feel the contrast of his smooth skin stretched over the rigid veins in his cock. Jisung's thighs trembled beneath your hands, his entire body taut with the effort of remaining silent. The chain attached to his collar jingled softly with each movement he made. As you hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, you glanced up to see Jisung's head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut in an expression of silent ecstasy.
Just as you took him deeper, causing him to hit the back of your throat, Jisung hissed, making a soft moan. You immediately yanked on the chain, tightening the collar around his neck. Jisung's eyes flew open, a mix of pleasure and surprise evident in his gaze as he struggled to catch his breath. The sudden pressure on his throat only seemed to heighten his arousal, his member twitching in your mouth as you continued your relentless assault.
You maintained your grip on the chain, keeping the collar tight as you continued your ministrations. The combination of pleasure and restricted breathing sent Jisung into a frenzy of silent ecstasy, his body writhing beneath you. His hands gripped the sheets tightly, knuckles turning white as he fought to remain quiet under your skilled touch.
As you continued your relentless pace, you could feel Jisung's body tensing beneath you, his muscles coiling tight with the effort of holding back his sounds of pleasure. The chain clinked softly with each bob of your head, a constant reminder of who was truly in charge. Jisung's eyes were half-lidded, glazed over with lust as he watched you work, his chest heaving with silent, desperate breaths.
Your free hand came down from his taut abs to cup and gently knead his sensitive sac, adding another layer of stimulation to his already overwhelmed senses. The gentle pressure and rhythmic movements of your fingers sent waves of pleasure coursing through Jisung's body, causing his hips to buck involuntarily. You could feel his thighs trembling beneath you, his entire body taut with the effort of remaining silent as you pushed him closer to the edge.
As you continued your skilled ministrations, you could feel Jisung's body tensing even further, his muscles quivering with the effort of holding back. His breathing became more ragged, chest heaving with silent gasps as he teetered on the brink of release. You knew he was close, his member throbbing in your mouth as you pushed him to his limits, the collar still tight around his neck. Jisung gently and cautiously tangled his fingers in your hair, not tugging or pulling, just holding you there and you allowed it. Regardless of your roles in this relationship you stopped loved when he touched you.
With a final, intense suck, you felt Jisung's body go rigid beneath you. His hips jerked upwards, pushing deeper into your throat as he reached his climax. You could feel his release pulsing through his shaft, filling your mouth with his hot seed. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, Jisung remained impressively silent, his face contorted in an expression of silent ecstasy as he rode out his orgasm.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, you slowly released your grip on the chain, allowing the collar to loosen around Jisung's neck. His chest heaved as he gulped in deep breaths, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. You crawled up his body, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips as a reward for his impressive self-control.
You reached over and removed the collar, gently rubbing the marks on his neck. Jisung let out a soft sigh of contentment as your fingers massaged the tender skin. His eyes, still hazy with post-orgasmic bliss, met yours with a mixture of gratitude and adoration. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice slightly hoarse from the earlier constriction, "for everything."
"It's my job to take care of you." You kissed his lips tenderly, then kissed over the red marks on his neck. "Are you alright? It wasn't too much?" you asked with concern. Your gentle touches and soft kisses were a stark contrast to the intensity of your earlier actions, showcasing the care and affection that underlined your dynamic. Jisung's eyes softened at your words, a small smile playing on his lips as he basked in your attention. "It was perfect," he said as his warm hands slid up and down your bare back. "You're perfect."
Jisung pulled you close, nestling you against his chest as you both basked in the afterglow. The roles reversed a bit as your titles of submissive and dominant slipped away effortlessly. The room was quiet save for your synchronized breathing, a peaceful calm settling over you both. As you lay there, intertwined and content, you marveled at the depth of trust and intimacy you shared, knowing that this was just one of many beautiful moments you'd create together.
Suddenly, you remembered a gift you had hidden in the closet for him. "Wait! I have something for you." You quickly jumped out of bed, excitement bubbling in your chest as you made your way to the closet. Jisung watched you curiously, his eyes following your every move. As you rummaged through the closet, your hand finally found the carefully wrapped package you'd been hiding for this special moment.
You climbed back onto his lap and handed it to him. "Go on, open it," you grinned with barely contained anticipation. Jisung's eyes lit up with curiosity and excitement as he carefully unwrapped the package. Inside, he found a beautiful, intricately designed permanent collar—a more subtle and everyday version of the one you had just used. It was elegant yet discreet, a perfect symbol of your connection that he could wear in public. Jisung's breath caught in his throat as he ran his fingers over the smooth metal, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of love and gratitude.
"I know we've been doing this for a while now, but we never made the move to make this a permanent relationship... but I want that. I want you as my boyfriend and my permanent submissive. If you'll have me as your permanent Dominant." Jisung's eyes widened, a mix of emotions flashing across his face—surprise, joy, and deep affection. He gently took the collar from the box, holding it reverently as if it were the most precious thing in the world. With a voice thick with emotion, he looked into your eyes and said, "Yes, absolutely yes. I want nothing more than to be yours, completely and permanently."
He held it up for you to take. "Put it on me?" he asked, his big doe eyes making him look even softer and more adorable than ever.
With gentle hands, you took the collar from Jisung, your fingers brushing against his as you did so. The metal was cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating between you two. As you carefully fastened it around his neck, you could feel Jisung's pulse quicken beneath your fingertips, his eyes never leaving yours. The soft click of the clasp closing felt like a promise, a physical manifestation of the commitment you were both making. Then you reached for the long chain around your neck, a small key on the end of it.
Jisung had seen it before but thought it was just a decorative piece of jewelry. Now, as you slid the key into the lock on his collar, he realized its true significance. With a soft click, the lock engaged, sealing your commitment to each other. Jisung's hands grasped for you pulling you into his arms. His lips taking yours in an intense emotional kiss.
Tags: blogs in blue for whatever reason won’t allow me to tag you
Warnings: Smut (protected sex, fingering, orgasm etc.), age gap. Do not read if you're a minor or don't find reading smut comfortable!
Word count: 3,6k
You stirred your eyes open, head pounding like crazy from all the booze you downed in the bar last night. The room was bright, the curtains drawn loosely on the windows. The smell of mint and the faint scent of a cigarette lingered in the air. You tried to sit up but the world spun around you like a tornado and you fell right back down.
Suddenly you realized that it wasn't your own bed where you were laying on. Panic flooded through your veins like a river breaking a dam as you took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The room was a mess, with clothes scattered everywhere and books piled up in a corner, threatening to topple over like a Jenga tower with a vendetta. You were in Professor Jisung's apartment, and the reality of the situation hit you like a sledgehammer to the gut.
You turn to see Jisung sleeping next to you, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that was both calming and unsettling. The lines of his face were softer in sleep, almost boyish, which was a stark contrast to the stern and stoic demeanor he usually wore in class. Your mind raced with thoughts of what had happened the night before, trying to piece together the puzzle of your evening. The last thing you remembered was laughing too hard at a terrible joke he had told, the warm buzz of the alcohol in your system making everything feel just right. But now, in the cold light of day, it all felt wrong.
Your hand wanders down to your side and you realize you are naked. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and regret. You try to sit up again, this time with more control, and your eyes widen as you take in the sight of your clothes scattered across the floor. You recognize your shirt, tangled with his tie, and your skirt thrown carelessly over the back of a chair. The cold air of the room caressed your bare skin, making you shiver. You feel a twinge of something that isn't quite pain, but definitely isn't comfort, as the weight of what you've done presses down on your chest like a heavy stone.
As if sensing your distress, Jisung's eyes flutter open, revealing those piercing orbs that could command a room full of students into silence. He blinks a few times, the sleep slowly retreating from his features, and then looks over at you with a lazy smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Ah, you're up," he murmurs, his voice a soft velvet.
You can't help but feel vulnerable, your body exposed and your thoughts a tangled mess. "What happened?" you ask, your voice cracking like a teenager's at their first attempt to sound authoritative.
Jisung props himself up on one elbow, his gaze sweeping over your form before meeting your eyes. "You don't remember?" There's a hint of amusement in his tone, but it's quickly replaced by something more serious. "We had a bit too much to drink, and one thing led to another." His eyes roam over the room, avoiding the scattered evidence of your shared passion.
You swallow hard, the taste of bile rising in your throat as the weight of his words sinks in. "I can't believe I did this," you murmur, more to yourself than to him. The reality of the situation is like a fog lifting, revealing the gravity of your actions. "I'm your student."a
He nods, his expression unreadable. "And I'm your professor. It's not ideal, I know. But sometimes, we make choices in the heat of the moment that we might not fully understand later." His hand reaches out to you, his touch surprisingly gentle. "It's okay," he whispers, stroking your arm in a soothing gesture.
"This is exactly what we swore to not let happen" you murmur, the weight of your words hanging heavily in the air. You pull the sheet up to cover yourself, feeling a sudden need for modesty. Your mind is a whirlwind of emotions, regret, fear, and a strange sense of longing all fighting for dominance. Jisung's gaze follows your movements, his expression a complex tapestry of concern and desire.
"I know," he says softly, his voice filled with an understanding that feels almost tender. "But we're both adults, and we both know what this means." He sits up, the bed creaking under his weight. You watch as he stretches, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. His nakedness is somehow less shocking now that you've seen it in the starkness of the early morning light. "We can't change what happened, but we can decide how to move forward."
You chew on your bottom lip, feeling the dryness from the alcohol. Your heart is racing, the beat echoing in your ears like a drumline. You want to scream, to cry, to crawl out of this bed and run back to your own life where everything made sense. But you don't. Instead, you force yourself to sit fully with your legs on the floor, the sheet pooling around your waist.
Jisung's eyes follow the movement, his gaze lingering on the curves of your body. It sends a shiver down your spine, and not entirely in a bad way. He's always had that effect on you, a silent command that made you want to lean in closer even when you knew you should run.
"I'm sorry. I should have stop this from happening because I wasn't that drunk and I should be the bigger person in this" Jisung sighed.
"No, don't blame yourself. It doesn't matter how drunk I was, I should have been more reasonable" you quickly spoke, not daring to look him in the eyes.
The moments of your shared passion from last night started to come into your mind piece by piece. You had to admit that it had felt amazing. The way that heated tension had been building up between you two and you finally got to feel him. You bit your lips at the thought.
"Look, let's not dwell on it." You say as you stand up, feeling wobbly from the hangover. You start collecting your clothes from the floor, trying to avoid looking at him directly. Each article of clothing you pick up feels like a piece of your dignity that you're putting back on. You feel his eyes on you, but you don't acknowledge it.
"I liked it, you know," Jisung says suddenly, his voice breaking the silence. You freeze, your hand hovering over your bra. The words hang in the air.
You turn to look at him, trying to gauge his expression. His eyes are dark, unreadable, but there's a softness to his features that wasn't there before. "What?" you ask, your voice a squeak.
"I liked it," he repeats, more firmly this time. "Last night. I liked it, a lot." He pauses, watching as you continue to dress, his gaze never leaving you. "And I think you did too."
You blush deeply, his words resonating within you despite the hangover and the regret. It's true; you had enjoyed it. The way his hands had felt on your body, the way he had made you feel desired and wanted. But that was last night. This morning, reality crashes down on you like a ton of bricks. "It's complicated," you mumble, trying to find the right words.
Jisung nods solemnly, watching you get dressed with a thoughtful expression. He seems to understand the turmoil you're in. "I know it is," he says, his voice low and gentle. "But I don't regret it." He pauses, letting his words hang in the air. "Do you?"
You bite your lip, contemplating his question. It's a simple one, yet it feels like the weight of the world is balancing on your response. You finally shake your head, slipping on your socks. "I don't regret it, no. I just- I don't know what to feel"
Jisung nods and you turn away and walk to his kitchen table, gathering all your stuff into your small bag. The silence between you is thick, filled with the unspoken words of a thousand 'what ifs'. You can feel his gaze on your back, but you don't dare to look at him, fearing what you might see.
You finally manage to turn to face him. He's standing there, in nothing but his boxers, watching you with a mix of desire and something else you can't quite put your finger on. It's like he's seeing you for the first time, really seeing you, and it's both terrifying and exhilarating. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.
"I would like you to stay. Don't leave yet" Jisung says softly, his voice a caress that sends a shiver down your spine. His eyes are filled with a hunger that you've never seen before, and it's both thrilling and overwhelming.
You hesitate, torn between the desire to flee and the need to stay. "I can't," you murmur, your voice thick with emotion. "I know that we have wanted to do this for a while but not like this. Not drunk and not yet. What if the school finds out?"
Jisung's expression darkens slightly, the softness in his eyes replaced by something more determined. "No one needs to know," he says, taking a step towards you. "We're both adults, we can handle this."
"I know, it's just-" you pause, not really knowing what to argue with. You two liked each other, it was a fact. And you wanted to feel him again, sober. But something made you feel like you shouldn't. Maybe you were too scared about what people would think, Jisung would be fired if anyone knew.
Jisung gently grabs your chin, "I know the stakes in this like you do. Obviously I don't want to force you into anything. So if you want you can leave, we can pretend that nothing happened"
You hesitate, looking him in the eyes. You didn't want to leave, not actually. You wanted to be with him, like you had wanted for a long time.
"But can we really pretend?" you ask, your voice small and unsure. "Can we just go back to the way things were?"
Jisung sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. "I don't know," he admits. "But we can try. If that's what you want."
Jisung's fingers are still on your chin and your eyes have never left his. It's like an unspoken tension was between you two - mixed with uncertainty and desire.
Without any warning, he leans in and kisses you, his lips gentle and searching. The kiss is unlike any other you've shared before, filled with a tenderness that seems almost foreign in the stark light of day. Your heart stutters in your chest, unsure of how to respond to the sudden intimacy. For a moment, you stand there, frozen in place, letting him kiss you, his hand sliding around your neck to hold you closer.
"This is so wrong," you murmur between kisses, your voice barely a whisper. But even as you say the words, your body betrays you, leaning into him, your arms wrapping around his waist. The heat from his skin seeps into you, warming you from the inside out and making you feel alive in a way you haven't felt in a long time.
Jisung pulls back, his eyes searching yours. "Is it?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "Or is it just complicated?"
You bite your lip, considering his words. He's right, it's not just wrong, it's a tangled web of emotions and consequences. But as his arms wrap around you, pulling you back into the warmth of his embrace, all you can think about is how right it feels in this moment. The taste of mint lingers on his breath, a reminder of the line you've crossed.
Jisung kisses you again, this time with more urgency, his tongue slipping into your mouth to tangle with yours. Your hands roam over his bare chest, the feel of his heart beating against your palm sending a rush of heat through your body. The kiss deepens, growing more intense as your fears and regrets slowly melt away, consumed by the fire of your desire.
As your kisses become more fervent, Jisung picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you back to the bed. The sheets are still warm from your bodies, the scent of your lovemaking still lingering in the air. He lays you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he strips away your skirt and panties, also lifting up your shirt and bra. The way he looks at you is like he's worshipping a deity, his gaze filled with a mix of awe and hunger that sends your pulse racing.
"You're beautiful" Jisung whispers, his voice a heated promise that sends a thrill through your body. You look into his eyes, searching for answers, for some kind of reassurance that you're not making a mistake. But what you find there is something much more primal - raw, unbridled need. And as his hand trails down your side, you know that you want this, you want him, and all the consequences be damned.
He lowers his body onto yours, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. Your breath hitches in your throat, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through you. You arch into him, your breasts brushing against his chest, your hips tilting up to meet his. His hand slides between your thighs, his touch setting off a symphony of sensations that make your body sing.
You moan softly, the sound lost in the cacophony of his own needy growls. His finger circles your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you as his fingers slide into your wetness. You're not thinking about the consequences, about the fact that you're his student, about the fact that this could ruin everything. You're just thinking about how good it feels to be with him, how much you've wanted this for so long.
Jisung's mouth moves to your breasts, his tongue flicking over your nipples, drawing them into tight peaks. You gasp, your body responding instinctively to his touch. His movements are sure, confident, as if he's been dreaming of this moment as much as you have. The feeling is almost too much to handle, the intensity of your emotions colliding with the physical sensations, creating a storm that threatens to consume you.
He pulls away briefly, standing at the edge of the bed. You watch as he slides his boxers off, revealing his erection, standing proud and demanding. He opens the nightstand drawer, and you catch a glimpse of a condom. The sight sends a shiver down your spine, a mix of anticipation and fear. This isn't just a drunken mistake anymore; this is a deliberate choice. He turns to face you, his eyes never leaving yours as he rolls the condom on, the latex snapping into place like a final seal on the deal you're both making.
Jisung climbs back onto the bed, his movements predatory yet tender. "Are you sure?" he asks again, his voice a gruff whisper that makes your stomach flutter. You nod, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions inside you. He leans down to kiss you again, his hand guiding his length to your entrance.
You gasp as he slides in, the feeling so different from last night. The alcohol had numbed you then, but now you're acutely aware of every sensation, every inch of him filling you. It's a strange mix of pain and pleasure, the stretch and burn of his intrusion making you moan into his mouth. He's gentle at first, his thrusts shallow and slow, as if he's afraid to hurt you.
Your body starts to adjust, the discomfort fading away to be replaced by a deep, gnawing need. You rock your hips up to meet him, silently urging him deeper. Jisung groans, his eyes fluttering shut as he begins to move more deliberately, his strokes longer and harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your gasps and his grunts of pleasure. The tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust.
You moan as Jisung's finger finds your clit again, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure. The sensation sends bolts of pleasure shooting through your body, making your muscles tighten around him. You can feel yourself getting wetter, the slickness of your arousal making it easier for him to slide in and out. He notices your reaction and smiles, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Do you like that?" he asks, his voice low and teasing.
"Yes," you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut as his finger continues to work its magic. The sensation is so intense it's almost painful, but in the best way possible. His other hand is braced beside your head, his arm muscles flexing with every movement. You reach up, your hands finding their way into his hair, gripping it tightly as you try to hold on to something, anything, as the waves of pleasure threaten to overwhelm you.
Jisung's rhythm increases, his strokes growing more urgent as he feels you getting closer. You can feel his own need, his hips driving into yours. You're lost in the moment, the world outside this room forgotten as you give yourself over to the feeling of his body moving inside yours.
His finger presses harder against your clit, and you can't help but let out a loud moan. It's a sound you've never made before, one that's filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation. You feel yourself teetering on the edge of something, a precipice that you're eager to fall over. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer, your body begging for more.
Jisung's eyes widen at your response, his own pleasure mirrored in the tension of his features. He shifts his weight, his hips moving in a way that hits just the right spot, sending you spiraling. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your body tightening around him. "I'm gonna cum," you whisper, the words barely audible.
He nods, his eyes dark with desire. "Come for me," he murmurs, his voice thick and urgent. And with that, you do. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, crashing over you and leaving you gasping for air. You cling to him as the world around you fades away, your nails digging into his back as you ride out the storm.
As the waves of pleasure begin to recede, Jisung's movements grow more frantic. You can feel the tension in his body, his muscles coiled tight as he chases his own release. His eyes bore into yours, and for a moment, you see the raw vulnerability beneath the mask of control he usually wears. It's a side of him you've never seen before, and it makes your heart ache in a way you didn't know was possible.
He groans, his hips stuttering as he reaches his climax, his warmth spilling into the condom. The intimacy of the moment is almost too much to handle, and you hold onto him tightly, your nails digging into his back. It's like you're trying to anchor yourself to the earth, to something solid and real amidst the whirlwind of emotions and sensations.
As he collapses onto you, you feel the weight of his body, the rise and fall of his chest as he catches his breath. For a few seconds, there's only the sound of your ragged breathing, the thundering of your hearts, and the sticky mess of your mingled sweat. The room feels like it's spinning around you, but in a good way this time, like you're both floating on a cloud of pure pleasure.
Jisung gets up, taking off the condom and throwing it into the trash before laying back in the bed next to you. You lay there, the sheets sticking to your sweaty skin, your heart racing as you try to process everything that has just happened. The room feels too small, the air too thick with the weight of your shared secret.
He pulls you into his arms, your head fitting perfectly into the crook of his shoulder. The warmth of his embrace is surprisingly comforting, and you find yourself nestling closer to him, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne that still lingers on his skin. His heartbeat is steady and strong beneath your cheek, a rhythm that slowly starts to soothe your racing thoughts. He pulls the covers over you two and you just lay there.
"This is so wrong" you whisper, your cheek pressed tightly against his chest.
"You surely keep repeating that," Jisung says, his voice a low rumble of amusement. You can feel his chest vibrate with his words, and you look up at him, your eyes searching his.
"But it's true," you insist, your voice a bit stronger now. "I'm your student. This isn't supposed to happen."
Jisung sighs, his hand stroking your hair in a gentle, soothing motion. "I know," he says. "But sometimes, the heart wants what it wants, regardless of the consequences."
You lay there in his arms, his words echoing in your mind. The situation is a minefield of potential disaster, but the way he's holding you feels so right, so safe. You don't want to ruin this moment with fear and doubt. So you push the thoughts aside and focus on the here and now, the warmth of his skin against yours, the steady beat of his heart.
"I did like it" you admit. "It felt amazing"
Jisung's grip on you tightens, his chest rising and falling with a heavy sigh. "Good. That's all I wanted to hear." He kisses the top of your head, his breath warm against your skin. "We'll figure out the rest later."
ᑉ³warnings; SMUT MDNI,Dom reader, sub Han, dirty talk, swearing, fingering, oral ( f reciving), p in v sex, overstimulation, Smut. SMUTTT minors do NOT interact
ᑉ³Authors Note; Last day of kinktober collab <3 ty ty ty so much for reading. Unedited so please let me know if somethings wrong.
Part of the kinktober collab with @dandelions-143
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The clock ticked softly in the background as you sat at your desk, fully immersed in your work. A deadline loomed overhead, and you were determined to finish everything before the night ended. Your fingers flew across the keyboard, each click pulling you closer to the finish line—until a familiar presence crept into the room.
“Baaabe…”
Han’s voice was a low, drawn-out whine, the kind that tugged at your heartstrings but also made you want to sigh in frustration. You didn’t even need to look up to know what was coming next.
“I’m busy, Han,” you said, trying to keep your tone firm. “This deadline isn’t going to finish itself.”
“But I’m so bored…” His voice came closer, and before you knew it, his hands were resting on your shoulders, thumbs gently massaging your tense muscles. “You’ve been working for hours,” he complained, leaning his head against the back of your chair.
You exhaled sharply, pausing your typing just long enough to glance over your shoulder at him. His pout was in full effect, his bottom lip pushed out in a way that was both childish and undeniably cute. But still—you had work to do.
“I have to finish this,” you said again, turning your attention back to the screen. “I’ll hang out with you after.”
Han let out a dramatic groan, sliding his arms around your shoulders, resting his chin on top of your head. “But I want attention now,” he whined, his voice dipping into that soft, sulky tone he used when he was feeling extra clingy.
You stifled a smile, trying to stay focused. “You sound like a five-year-old,” you teased.
He pulled back slightly, but you could still feel his presence hovering behind you. “I do not,” he muttered, though you could hear the playful edge in his voice. “I’m just a man who misses his girlfriend, is that such a crime?”
His hands slid down your arms, fingers grazing your wrists as he gently but persistently spun your chair around to face him. You raised an eyebrow, and Han met your gaze with a smirk. Despite his whiny behavior, there was something undeniably charming about the way he looked at you, a glint of playfulness in his dark eyes.
“Five minutes,” he bargained, holding up his hand. “Just give me five minutes, and then I swear, I’ll let you get back to work.”
You stared at him, trying to gauge how serious he was. “You said that last time, and then five minutes turned into an hour.”
Han grinned sheepishly. “Okay, but this time I really mean it.”
You sighed, knowing full well that you were losing this battle. “Fine. Five minutes. And then no more distractions.”
Without another word, he tugged you up from the chair and pulled you into his arms, wrapping you up in a tight embrace. He buried his face in your neck, his lips brushing lightly against your skin. “I just need you close,” he murmured, his voice softer now, more sincere. “It’s been a long day.”
You softened at his words, leaning into him as his warmth seeped into you. “You’re so needy sometimes,” you whispered, though there was no real bite to the words.
Han chuckled softly, his breath warm against your neck. “Yeah, well, you signed up for this when you agreed to date me.”
You rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. “I didn’t think it meant you’d constantly be distracting me from important work.”
“I’m important work,” he said with a wink, pulling back just enough to look at you. His hands moved to cup your face, his thumb gently brushing your cheek. “Come on, admit it—you’re glad I’m here.”
“Hmm,” you hummed, pretending to think about it. “You’re kind of a distraction… but a cute one.”
For a moment, he just looked at you, his eyes warm and full of affection. Then, with a sly grin, he tugged you down onto the bed, pulling you into his lap.
“Hey!” you protested half-heartedly. “I said five minutes, not a full-on cuddle session.”
“Five minutes of cuddles is what I heard,” Han said, settling you comfortably against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. “Besides, you need a break. You’re too tense.”
You wanted to argue, but the truth was that his embrace was already melting away the stress that had been building up all day. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, and you felt yourself relaxing despite your best efforts to stay focused on work.
“Fine,” you mumbled, resting your head against his shoulder. “But after this, I really do need to get back to it.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” Han said, though the teasing lilt in his voice made it clear he had no intention of actually letting you go anytime soon.
The two of you sat there in comfortable silence, the soft rise and fall of Han’s breathing lulling you into a sense of calm. His hand stroked through your hair, and for a moment, the weight of your deadline seemed far away.
“I’ll let you go in a minute,” he whispered into your ear, his lips brushing your temple. “I just… I like having you close.”
Your heart squeezed at his quiet confession, the vulnerability in his voice so different from his earlier whining. Han leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. His hand slid up to cup your face, fingers resting lightly against your cheek as he deepened the kiss, slow and deliberate. It wasn’t rushed or demanding—just soft, sweet, and full of affection.
You sighed against his lips, all thoughts of work slipping further from your mind as you melted into the kiss. The way he held you, the warmth of his body against yours, the tenderness of his touch—it was impossible not to get lost in him.
He pouts, looking at you with those big brown eyes and you can feel yourself melting. "Please, n-n-n...I need it. I need you." his voice is barely above a whisper, but the pleading is clear in his tone.
As his lips brushed yours again, his hands slid down your back, coming to rest on the curve of your waist. He squeezed lightly, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. You could feel your resolve weakening with every passing second, your body responding instinctively to his closeness.
"Han," you breathed, the name escaping your lips without conscious thought. It was a plea, a surrender—and you both knew it.
He pulled back, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "Yes?" he asked, feigning innocence.
"You're making it very difficult for me to say no," you admitted, a blush spreading across your cheeks.
He laughed softly, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest. "Then don't say no," he said, his gaze fixed on yours.
Your heart fluttered at his words, at the look in his eyes. It was the same look he'd given you the first time he asked you out, the same look that made your knees weak and your head spin. You knew you should resist, that you should pull away and get back to work, but the temptation was too strong.
You start to place kisses on his neck.
His skin was warm under your lips, the faint scent of his cologne filling your senses as you kissed along the column of his neck. You could feel his pulse quickening, his breath catching in his throat as your mouth found the spot just below his ear.
You continued kissing his neck and ears, then started sucking on the base of his neck.
He groaned softly, his eyes fluttering closed as his head tipped back, giving you better access. Your lips moved lower, trailing down the front of his shirt until you reached the top button.You paused, looking up at him through your lashes.
His eyes opened, and the desire burning in them sent a thrill through you.
"Go ahead," he said, his voice thick with arousal. "I won't stop you."
You popped open the first button, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of his bare chest. Your mouth watered as you leaned in to plant a kiss on the newly exposed skin, eliciting another low groan from Han.
"More," he urged, his grip on your waist tightening.
You worked your way down his shirt, taking your time as you revealed his toned torso inch by inch. By the time you reached the last button, he was panting, his eyes hooded with lust. You could see the outline of his erection straining against the fabric of his pants, and the sight sent a rush of heat straight to your core.
"Like what you see?" he teased, his lips quirking into a smirk.
You nodded, unable to find the words. Instead, you leaned in and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his chest, your tongue darting out to taste his skin.
Then you pull back, standing up like nothing happened.
"W-wait. Where are you going?" Han says.
"Back to work." You reply.
"But- but"
"Han.."
"Please- please.. ill.. ill do all the work.. please" he says as he walks towards you and starts kissing your neck.
Your face flushes red. "H-Han.."
"Just.. one round.. please.."
You bite your lip.
"Pleas-e..."
You sigh.
"On your knees," you command, your voice firm and authoritative. He complies immediately, his eyes never leaving yours . You can see the hunger in his gaze and it only makes you want him more.
As soon as he's in position, you remove your shorts, leaving you in your panties. You can already see a wet spot forming, betraying just how turned on you are. You take your time, making a show of taking them off. You're sure he's getting impatient, but it's worth it to see the look of pure desire on his face.
Once they're off, You step closer, your thighs brushing against his face. You can feel the heat of his breath against your skin, and it takes everything in you not to moan.
You lean forward, grabbing a fistful of his hair. You tug on his hair, tilting his head back, and he gasps, his eyes wide and dark with lust.
“What do you want, Han?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Han whimpered, his eyes flicking down to your cunt. He licked his lips, his cock twitching in his pants.
“I want to taste you,” Han begged, his voice trembling. “Please, y/n. I need to taste you.”
"You want to taste me?" you ask, your voice low and husky.
"Yes," he breathes, his voice already sounding wrecked. "Please."
You can't hold back any longer.
"Then do it."
You feel his tongue on you, tentative at first but quickly growing bolder. He explores every inch of you, tasting and teasing, and it's takes all of you to stay standing.
Your hand tightens in his hair, urging him on. He responds with enthusiasm, his tongue dipping inside of you and drawing a moan from your lips.
It's not long before you're trembling, your legs threatening to give out. But you dont want to let him win.
You yawn, feigning boredom as he continues to lick your pussy.
"Are you gonna keep playing games or are you gonna make me cum?"
He moans against your clit, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You bite your lip, struggling to keep up the facade of nonchalance.
You pull back slightly, forcing him to look up at you.
"Are you going to make me cum?" you ask, your voice breathless.
He nods, his eyes glazed with lust. "Yes," he pants. "Yes, I am."
Your grip on his hair tightens and you grind against his mouth, his tongue finding your clit and working it with expert precision.
"Did you forget you had fingers?" you say
"No-no," he replies between licking. "s-sorry"
You let out a sharp gasp as he slips a finger inside of you, curling it just right. You feel a familiar heat pooling in your core, the pressure building as he works you closer and closer to the edge.
You lean your head back, your eyes closing as you enjoy the feeling of his fingers inside of you. "That's it, Han," you moan, your voice filled with pleasure. "Just like that."
He starts to finger you faster, his fingers sliding in and out of you with ease. "Han," you moan, my voice filled with pleasure. "I'm close. Don't stop."
He doesn't. He keeps fingering you, his fingers moving faster and faster. You can feel your orgasm building up, your body tensing up as you get closer and closer. You know you wont last much longer.
"Do you deserve my cum, Han?" you asked, your voice dripping with dominance.
Han whimpered, his eyes pleading. "Yes, pleas..please. I'll do anything for your cum."
You smirked. "Then make me cum, Han. Show me how much you want it."
Han eagerly went back to work, licking and fingering you with renewed vigor. It didn't take long for you to reach your peak, your body trembling with pleasure as you came hard on Han's face. Han eagerly lapped up every drop, savoring the taste of your orgasm.
But you weren't done with him yet.
'Good,' You said, your voice softening slightly. 'Now, take everything off.'
Han hesitated for a moment, but then he began to strip, his movements quick and jerky. You watched him, your eyes taking in every inch of his naked body. You could feel the heat building between you, the tension growing with every passing second.
When Han was finally naked,you pushed him onto his back.
"Tell me what you want, Han," You whisper, your lips brushing against his ear.
"I want you," he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need to be inside you, n-n-n...please."
You can feel your own desire building again as you tease him, your fingers tracing circles around his nipples. He let out a soft gasp, his body arching towards you.
"Please," he begs, his voice trembling. "I can't take it anymore."
You can see the need in his eyes, the desperation for release. He's on the edge, ready to explode at any moment.
"You've been such a good boy Hannie." You say wrapping your hand around his cock and starting to stroke him.
"Thank you," Han gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"Now it's time for your reward."
You climbed on top of him and lowered yourself onto his cock, slowly taking him inside you. You both moaned in unison, the feeling of being joined together was almost overwhelming. You began to ride him, moving slowly at first but soon picking up the pace.
Han's hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he thrust into you. The sounds of your bodies coming together echoed throughout the room, the two of you lost in a world of pleasure.
The air is filled with the sounds of skin slapping together, the two of you panting and groaning as you move together. You can feel yourself getting closer, your body tensing as the pleasure builds.
"Fuck," You breathe, your body moving in rhythm with his. "You feel so good, Han."
"T-Thank you," he cries out, his body moving with yours. "Harder, n-n-n...please."
You obey his request, slamming your hips down harder, making both of you moan. The air is filled with the smell of sweat and sex, the tension is thick.
You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you know he's close.
"Cum for me, Han," You breathe, your voice husky.
"I-I'm gonna- n-n-n.." he says, pushing his head back.
His hips stutter and you feel him spilling inside of you. The warmth of his cum makes you shiver, and the way his face contorts in pleasure is almost enough to push you over the edge.
almost.
His hands grip your hips as he shudders beneath you.
But you don’t stop there . You keep slamming your hips down on him, riding and riding him. You can feel the pressure building inside of you, and the sound of his groans is driving you wild.
"Please," He whimpers, his eyes pleading. He’s sensitive, having just cum.
"N-n-n.."
"Not yet," You moan, the sound of your bodies slapping together echoing throughout the room.
"I-I can't, n-n-n...please!"
The sight of him beneath you, the feeling of him inside of you is too much.
“A-ah… Fuck.. Fuck.. fuck.. fuck,” he said as he closed his eyes. “You feel so good.”
Your pussy clenched around him and you pushed your thighs tighter together around his hips. Your fingernails dug into his chest and you made your hips keep moving, throwing your head back at the overwhelming sensations taking over your body. His whines and begs filled the room, tears filling his eyes from the overstimulation his cock was now going through.
"You can give me one more baby" You say. " I know you can."
You felt him twitch and throb inside of you, his cock growing harder and thicker.
"Please.." he begged, his voice desperate. "I-I can't."
You didn't let up, keeping up the relentless pace as you rode him.
"Yes, you can," You urged, your voice thick with lust. "Cum for me, Han."
You slam your hips down one last time, and he loses it, his body shaking as he cums for the second time.The look on his face is pure ecstasy as he cums inside of you again. The feeling of him spilling inside of you is all it takes to push you over the edge.
You collapsed onto him, his cock still buried deep inside of you. For a moment, the two of you just lay there, panting and spent, basking in the afterglow.
After a few minutes, you rolled off him, letting his cock slip out of you.
You glanced over at him, his eyes closed, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
“Five minutes, huh?” you teased, eyebrow raised.
Han cracked one eye open, grinning sheepishly. "Okay, okay. So I lied. But can you blame me?"
A soft laugh escaped your lips, and the sound made his heart swell.
“To be fair,” he continued, his tone playful, “I didn’t hear you complaining.”
You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his neck. “You’re lucky you’re adorable.”
“I know. And admit it—you love me for it.”He chuckled, his arms tightening around you as he pulled you even closer. “Admit it,” he pressed, a mock-serious expression crossing his face. “What would you do without your charming, distracting boyfriend?”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress your smile. “I might actually get some work done,” you replied, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.
“Not a chance,” Han retorted, his voice dripping with playful confidence. “You’d miss me too much.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, the stress of the day dissipating in the warmth of his embrace. Maybe, just maybe, a little distraction was just what you needed.
Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Explicit sexual content, Nudity, Sexual acts and descriptions, Strong language
No summary just smut under the cut
Fresh from the shower, you stood in the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy white towel, preparing for work. Steam still lingered in the air, fogging up the mirror. It was a typical early morning in late September, with a crisp autumn chill seeping through the windows. Your boyfriend, enjoying his day off, remained fast asleep in bed, surrounded by his three cats.
You peeked around the bathroom door when you heard an exhausted yawn from his direction. Minho looked adorable, sitting up in bed with messy dark hair sticking up in all directions and a slightly puffy face from a good night's sleep. His eyes were still half-closed, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. "Good morning," you said softly as you walked over to him, holding onto the towel that was threatening to slip.
You kissed his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips, and ran your fingers through his hair, trying to fix its chaos. The silky strands slipped through your fingers as you attempted to tame the unruly locks. "I made coffee; it's in the kitchen if you want some. French roast, your favorite." He responded with his typical "mmm" sound, a deep rumble in his chest, as you walked back to the bathroom. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the apartment, enticing and rich.
It didn't take Minho long to roll out of bed in just his boxers, a pair of dark blue cotton shorts that hung low on his hips, and wander into the bathroom behind you. His bare feet padded softly on the cool tile floor as he approached, still blinking sleep from his eyes. The cats stirred, stretching lazily on the rumpled bedsheets before settling back into their cozy spots.
His dark eyes instantly locked onto your cleavage where the towel had slipped down, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin. "Minho, my eyes are up here," you chided playfully, trying to suppress a smile. His lips curved into that irresistible smirk you knew all too well. "Don't give me that look. I really need to get ready for work." Despite your words, the warmth in your voice betrayed your true feelings.
"Who, me? I'm completely innocent," Minho murmured, his voice low and husky. In one swift motion, he tugged the towel away, leaving you bare before him. His gaze roamed appreciatively over your body, drinking in every curve and contour. "God, you're breathtaking," he breathed, his eyes darkening with desire. You'd always thought Minho was more interested in other parts of your anatomy, but now his focus was entirely on your breasts.
His hands moved to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing lightly over your nipples. The gentle touch sent shivers down your spine, and you felt your resolve weakening. You knew you should resist, that you were already running late, but the way Minho touched you made rational thought impossible. His fingers worked their magic, teasing and caressing, and you found yourself melting under his skilled hands. As your knees began to weaken, you realized once again how easily he could make you surrender to his desires.
"Babe, we don't have time." Your voice was breathy, a mix of desire and reluctance. He turned you around, his strong hands cupping your breasts, kneading them gently. The warmth of his palms against your skin sent shivers down your spine. His plump lips traced a path of feather-light kisses up your shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. When he reached your neck, you felt the gentle scrape of his teeth, eliciting a soft gasp from you. Finally, his mouth found yours, his kiss deep and passionate. "Come on, let me fuck them. They're so pretty, perky, and gorgeous," Minho mumbled faintly against your lips, his voice husky with need.
He took your hand and guided it to his cock, wrapping your fingers around the hardened length. The heat of him pulsed against your palm. "See what you do to me." You pulled back slightly, biting down on your bottom lip as you slid your fingers over him, feeling every ridge and vein. He let out a soft moan, that little needy sound that never failed to ignite a fire within you. It was a side of him that only you got to see - vulnerable, desperate with want. Your thighs pressed together involuntarily, trying to alleviate the growing ache between them.
Minho then leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over your chest before his tongue darted out to swirl around one nipple. The sudden wetness and warmth made you arch into him, a whimper escaping your lips. His other hand found your neglected breast, fingers expertly pinching and tugging gently on the nipple. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure shooting straight to your core. His wet tongue felt amazing on you, alternating between broad strokes and quick flicks. Your head fell back as you closed your eyes, losing yourself in the sensations. "Okay, we have to hurry," you managed to say, but your words came out distorted, punctuated by a long, low moan as he gently sucked on your erect nipple, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
Then he was pulling you towards the bed, his movements deliberate and unhurried. His fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers, slowly sliding them down his muscular thighs. You watched, mesmerized, as he revealed himself to you. His hands, warm and slightly calloused, traced a path along your body, starting from your collarbone and working their way down. When he reached your thighs, he gently coaxed them apart.
His fingers found your center, already slick with arousal. He circled your clit with practiced ease, the pressure just right to make your breath hitch. You both stood there, bodies close, as he continued his ministrations. His lips found your neck, alternating between soft kisses and gentle nips. The dual sensation of his mouth on your neck and his fingers between your legs was intoxicating. You felt your knees weaken as the pleasure built, and Minho's strong arm wrapped around your waist, supporting you.
When your orgasm hit, it was intense and sudden. Your body shuddered against him, and he held you tightly, murmuring words of praise into your ear. As the waves of pleasure subsided, you looked up to see Minho's face. His smile was soft, almost reverent, and his eyes were dark with a mixture of love and unbridled desire.
Catching your breath, you pushed him down onto the edge of the bed. His body was a work of art - lean muscles, smooth skin, and that magnificent cock standing proud. You sank to your knees between his spread thighs, drinking in the sight of him. His shaft was a shade darker than the rest of his skin, the head flushed an angry red and glistening with pre-cum. "Look at you," you purred, your voice gritty with want. "Already making such a mess." You leaned forward, your tongue darting out to lap at the bead of moisture at his tip.
Minho's eyes were fixed on you, his gaze so intense it almost burned. In anyone else, that stare might have been unnerving, but from him, it only fueled your desire to please. You maintained eye contact as you wrapped your lips around him, slowly taking him into your mouth. The taste of him exploded on your tongue - salty, musky, uniquely Minho. Your hands slid up his thighs, feeling the strong muscles quiver under your touch. As you began to bob your head, you could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock against your lips and tongue. Minho's hips bucked involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into your willing mouth.
You pushed your head down further, taking him deeper into your throat. Minho's hands roamed frantically, first gripping your shoulders tightly, then moving to your breasts, kneading them roughly. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, leaving faint red marks. "Y/n, your mouth feels incredible," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. His eyes fluttered closed as his moans grew louder, echoing off the bedroom walls. The sound of his unbridled pleasure only spurred you on, making you suck harder and take him deeper. You held him in your throat for as long as you could, feeling the way he throbbed against your tongue, before pulling back for air.
Minho was rapidly approaching his limit; his entire body was taut with tension, muscles rippling under his skin. His hips bucked erratically, seeking more of the wet heat of your mouth. Suddenly, he pulled out, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. He tugged you up forcefully, crashing his mouth against yours in a desperate, searing kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, tasting himself on you. "Sit," he commanded, his voice low and husky. It wasn't quite an order, but it left no room for argument. You complied immediately, perching on the edge of the bed, your legs slightly spread in anticipation.
Minho positioned himself between your thighs, his hands running up and down your legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He gripped his cock, still slick with your saliva, and began to stroke himself slowly. His eyes raked over your body, drinking in every curve and contour. "You're so damn beautiful, y/n. You suck my cock so well," he praised, his voice filled with awe and desire. His words sent a shiver down your spine, warmth pooling in your core. What many didn't realize was that Minho loved to praise you during these intimate moments. While he maintained a cool, indifferent facade in public, in the privacy of your bedroom, he reveled in telling you how good you were for him, how perfect you were.
Without warning, Minho placed his swollen cock between your breasts. You instinctively cupped them, pressing them together to create a tight channel for him. The feeling of his hot, hard length sliding between your soft mounds drew a guttural groan from him. He began to pump his hips, his movements starting slow and deliberate before gradually picking up pace. His eyes never left you, darting between your flushed cheeks, your swollen lips parted in a silent moan, and your lust-darkened eyes. Then his gaze would drop to your breasts, watching in fascination as his cock disappeared and reappeared between them. "Ugh, such a good girl, Y/n. Taking my cock like that," he growled, biting down on his bottom lip as his thrusts became more forceful. The head of his cock brushed against your chin with each upward stroke, leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum on your skin.
You tilted your head down, spitting on his cock with a mixture of lust and mischief in your eyes. The warm saliva trickled down his shaft, adding to the slick friction as Minho fucked your tits even faster. His moans grew louder, echoing off the bathroom walls, a symphony of pleasure that sent shivers down your spine. Your hands found purchase on his firm ass, fingers digging into the taut flesh, leaving crescent-shaped marks from your nails. Minho's hips jerked in response, a guttural grunt escaping his lips.
The pure look of ecstasy on Minho's face was intoxicating. You were solely focused on his pleasure.. it’s all you needed and wanted in this moment. His brow was furrowed in concentration, lips parted as he panted heavily. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, threatening to roll down his flushed cheeks. "That's my good girl. Fuck..." he growled, his voice low and raspy, dripping with desire. The sound of his praise made your core throb with need, your thighs pressing even harder together in a futile attempt to relieve the building pressure.
Minho's moans soon devolved into deep, primal groans. His thrusts became sloppy and erratic, the rhythm faltering as he chased his release. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles coiled tighter with each passing second. "Cum, you can cum on me, baby. Let me feel you," you begged, your voice breathy and desperate. You knew how much he loved to hear you like this - vulnerable, weak, and completely at his mercy. Your words seemed to ignite something within him, pushing Minho over the edge of pleasure.
"Y/n... fuck yes..." he moaned your name loudly, the sound reverberating through your entire being. You watched in awe as Minho's face contorted in pleasure, his eyes screwing shut and mouth falling open in a silent scream. His cock pulsed between your breasts, and you felt the warmth of his release as he painted your skin with rope after rope of hot cum. The sight was mesmerizing - Minho coming undone right before your eyes, lost in the throes of ecstasy.
When the last tremors of his orgasm subsided, Minho's legs gave out. He dropped to his knees, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace, uncaring of the mess between your bodies. Minho's lips found yours in a searing kiss, tender yet passionate. It felt like a silent thank you, an expression of gratitude for allowing him to use your body, to share in this intimate moment.
As Minho pulled away, you noticed how his cum was now smeared across his own chest, a testament to the intensity of your encounter. His hands moved to cup your cheeks, thumbs gently caressing your flushed skin. His eyes, still dark with desire, now held a softer emotion. "I love you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. The words tumbled from your lips in response, a quiet echo of his sentiment.
With a mischievous grin, Minho stood up and took your hand, leading you back to the bathroom. "I think we both need another shower," he chuckled, his eyes roaming appreciatively over your body. As you stepped under the warm spray of water, you glanced at the clock on the far wall and realized you were now fifteen minutes late for work. But as Minho's hands began to roam your body once more, you couldn't bring yourself to care. This moment, this connection with him, was worth far more than punctuality.
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ᑉ³warnings; SMUT MDNI,Jealousy, dirty talk, swearing, P in V, unprotected sex , fingering,arguments, mentions of hate. manipulative chan. veryyyyy toxic chan. use of 'slut', 'good girl' , hair pulling, gagging, Smut. SMUTTT minors do NOT interact
This chan is not a very good person read at your own risk!
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The air crackles with tension as you and Chan face off, hearts racing and voices tight with anger. You can’t believe this is where your relationship has led, but here you are, standing in the middle of the bedroom, emotions on a razor’s edge.
"Why didn’t you tell me you were hanging out with her?" you snap, your voice shaking with rage. The words taste bitter on your tongue, every syllable laced with the resentment that’s been building for weeks. "I had to hear it from someone else—again. "
Chan’s face tightens, but you don't let up, the fury burning through you too strong to stop. "I trusted you. I trusted you, and you’re sneaking around with her of all people? I can’t even trust what you’re doing when I’m not around! How many times are you going to sneak around with her behind my back?"
“You’re blowing this out of proportion—”
"No, I’m not," you cut him off, stepping closer, your voice growing louder. "I’m not stupid, Chan. This isn’t the first time! You’ve been sneaking around with her, and you expect me to believe it’s just innocent?”
His eyes narrow, jaw tightening defensively. “Because she's just a friend. Why can’t you get that through your head?"
“A friend?” you scoff bitterly, your laugh sharp and cold. “If she’s just a friend, why hide it? Why let me find out from someone else, like I’m the outsider in my own relationship?” Your voice wavers, caught between the anger and the hurt threatening to choke you. "Do you even hear yourself? How am I supposed to believe anything you say?"
"I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react like this!” He replies bitterly.
Your heart pounds as disbelief courses through you, the fury bubbling up again. "You’re hanging out with her behind my back, keeping it a secret, and you think I’m overreacting?"
The hurt laces through your words, but the anger is stronger. "If it’s so innocent, why lie? Why not just tell me? Do you think I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t care that you’re sneaking off with her when you know I don’t trust her?"
Chan’s expression hardens. “She’s just my friend. You’re reading into this way too much.”
"Then why are you keeping it from me?" you fire back, eyes narrowing. "Friends don’t have to sneak around, Chan. You’re hiding it because you know it’s wrong. You knew how I’d feel, and you did it anyway."
Your voice cracks, the betrayal cutting deep. "What am I supposed to think? That you just happened to forget to mention her every time you sneak off to see her?"
The room is thick with silence as you stare him down, the weight of everything he hasn’t said, everything he’s been hiding, hanging heavy between you. Chan’s eyes flicker with guilt, but his jaw tightens, and his hands ball into fists at his sides. “It’s not like that—” he starts, but you cut him off, your voice raw and trembling.
“Not like what?!” you snap, your heart pounding so hard it’s all you can hear. “You always have some excuse, don’t you? ‘It’s not like that.’ ‘You’re overreacting.’ But I’m done with your lies!”
“I’m tired of being the last one to know,” you continue, voice rising. “Do you even care about how this feels? Do you even care about us?”
He takes a step back, running a hand through his hair, but it only fuels your fury.
He scoffs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Wow, look at you, making yourself the victim. It’s pathetic.”
The word stings, sharp and biting, like a slap across the face. Your chest tightens as you glare at him, trying to swallow the hurt, but it only fuels the fire burning inside you.
"Pathetic? Are you kidding me?" You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to keep some semblance of composure, but your voice shakes with the effort. "This isn’t about playing the victim, Chan. You keep dismissing my feelings like they’re nothing, like I don’t even matter."
“I can’t just stop hanging out with people because you have issues with them!” Chan snaps, his voice sharp, eyes blazing with frustration. “What, do you want me to check in with you every single time I see someone? I’m not your prisoner!”
Your anger flares, the heat of his words igniting something deeper in you. You can’t believe he’s twisting it like this.
“This isn’t about control or keeping tabs on you! It’s about being respectful of our relationship, of me!”
“You’re so self-absorbed! I can’t believe you’re trying to manipulate me into choosing between you and my friends!” Chan shouts, his voice rising to a near scream, the sharp edge of his anger cutting through the air.
I’m not trying to control you, Chan! I’m trying to communicate! I’m trying to get you to understand how this makes me feel, and you need to stop acting like I’m the problem here!”
His face twists, and when he speaks again, his words are venomous, each syllable laced with contempt. “Maybe if you weren’t so insecure, this wouldn’t even be an issue! It's exhausting, you know that? Always whining about how I should act, how I should feel, what I should do!”
Your heart pounds in your chest, a raw, painful ache spreading through you as his words sink in. "Whining?" you echo, disbelief coloring your tone. "Is that what this is to you? I’m whining because I want to feel respected in our relationship?"
“All i'm saying is that if you can’t handle me having friends, then maybe you’re the one who needs to figure out what you want! I’m not going to tiptoe around your insecurities!” He glares at you, his frustration reaching a boiling point. “You’re impossible! I can’t keep catering to your ridiculous expectations!”
The words hang in the air, and for a split second, you hesitate, the weight of the situation crashing over you. But the anger is too strong, the pain too raw.
“Maybe we should just break up then!” you shout, the words searing through the room, a final, burning accusation. They slip out before you can stop them, and the moment they do, everything falls silent. You don’t even pause to consider the implications, the anger in your chest too all-consuming to hold back.
His expression hardens, but there’s a flicker of pain that flashes across his face, quickly masked by anger. He opens his mouth, then closes it again, the words caught in his throat. The silence feels like a weight pressing down on you both.
"Fuck you! FUCK YOU CHAN. I’m tired of fighting for someone who doesn’t even care about my feelings!" You push forward, fueled by the heat of the moment. “Take all your things and go! I never want to see you again!”
His eyes widen, disbelief etched across his features. “You’re kicking me out of our house? Where am I supposed to go in the middle of the night?”
Your anger flares again, and you shoot back, “Go to her! Since you’re sneaking around with her anyway, I’m sure she’d love to have you!”
The accusation stings, and he glares at you, his voice rising. “This isn’t about her! You’re the one who’s making this a bigger deal than it is!”
“Then what is it about, Chan? You don’t care about me, and you don’t care how this feels! It’s all about you and your precious friends!”
“Stop trying to paint me as the villain,” he scoffs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “It's not her fault youu dont trust me!"
“I’m the one who’s been honest with you!” you scream, the words spilling out in a desperate rush. “You’re the one sneaking around and lying! I hate this! I hate you! I hate everything about how you treat me, how you act like I’m the problem! I hate you for doing this to us!”
Chan’s eyes widen, and for a moment, he looks taken aback, as if your words have struck him harder than any physical blow could. The heat of your anger hangs in the air, but now there’s something else—fear. Fear that he might lose you for good.
“Wait, stop,” he says, his voice suddenly quieter, almost pleading. “You don’t really mean that, do you? You can’t hate me!”
“GET OUT!” you scream, the words tearing from your throat like a wild animal escaping a cage. The intensity of your emotions threatens to consume you, leaving no room for mercy or second chances. “Get out! Just go!”
But before you can turn away, Chan strides forward, determination etched into his features. He grabs your arms, holding you in place as he looks deep into your eyes, desperation flooding his voice. “Look at me,” he demands, his gaze piercing through the fog of anger and hurt. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me anymore, and I’ll go.”
The world around you seems to blur, his grip grounding you even as your heart races. You want to scream, to push him away, but something in the intensity of his gaze keeps you rooted in place.
“Chan…” is all you manage to say.
“Loo me in thr eyes and tell me you hate me, and I’ll leave. I'll leave you alone and I wont bother you anymore.” he repeats, his expression a mix of desperation and fear, as if he’s bracing himself for the worst.
You open your mouth, but the words are lodged in your throat, heavy and suffocating. “I-I...."
The truth is, despite everything that’s happened, you don’t truly hate him. You hate what he’s done, how he’s made you feel, but your heart still aches for him.
"I-... Chan please." You beg, hoping he would let up on his grip.
“Please, just tell me,” he pleads, his voice softer now, as if he can sense your struggle. He gets closer, his lips now centimeters away from your ear. You can feel his breath, warm and shaky.
“I...I....I can’t,” you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper, but the words hang heavy between you both.
“Then what do you want?" he says quietly into your ear, his voice growling almost, a mix of desperation and determination. You can feel his warmth radiating against your skin, and he places a soft kiss on your ear, sending shivers down your spine. It’s a gentle gesture, yet it carries an undercurrent of desperation.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs again, his voice low and laced with urgency, lips brushing against your skin. With each word, his kisses trail down to your jaw, lingering there, tempting you to forget the hurt and the betrayal.
You can feel your resolve wavering. His proximity, the warmth of his body, the way he’s looking at you with such intensity makes your heart race for reasons you don’t want to acknowledge.
“Chan… this isn’t fair,” you breathe, trying to push him away, but he’s relentless, his kisses growing more insistent.
“Not fair?” he whispers against your skin, his lips moving closer to your mouth. “What’s not fair is you pushing me away when you know how I feel. You know I need you. I don’t want to lose you.”
You murmur, trying to regain control, but your voice carries no words as his lips hover just above yours, his breath mingling with yours.
Then, with a sudden rush of warmth, he kisses you—softly at first, a gentle brush that ignites the embers of longing within you. It’s a kiss filled with desperation.
The warmth of his mouth against yours sends shivers down your spine, drawing you in even as your mind screams to remember the hurt, the betrayal. His hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer, his touch igniting every nerve ending, making it harder to think.
“Chan…” you whisper against his lips, torn between the passion of the moment and the ache of your heart. But he deepens the kiss, his lips moving against yours with an urgency that steals your breath, coaxing you to surrender.
His tongue finds its way past your lips, his taste filling your mouth, sending sparks of pleasure through your veins. He kisses you with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt.
You should push him away, tell him no, but the heat of his kiss melts away the last remnants of your resistance, and before you know it, you find yourself giving in, your body responding to his touch, your desire matching his. He pulls off his shirt, his eyes still burning as he presses his lips against yours once again.
You can feel the hardness of his body against yours, the heat of his desire, and the promise of more, and sooner or later both your clothes were on the floor. He pushed you back, your back thuding against the bed.
His kisses trail down to your neck, and you tilt your head back, lost in the sensations. His hands caress your body, sending waves of pleasure through you, as his lips explore every inch of exposed skin.
The ache inside you grows stronger, demanding to be sated, and you give in to it, letting the passion take over.
He pulls back, just for a moment, just long enough to look at you with such raw need that it takes your breath away. Then, he moves forward, his body covering yours, and your eyes close as you savor the feeling of his weight on top of you.
He kisses you again, and this time, there's no holding back. His hands trail down, moving lower, his fingers gently rubbing your clit. You let out a gasp, your body responding with pleasure.
Chan could sense your desire and quickly moved to satisfy it. He gently spread your legs, his fingers sliding into your wet pussy. You let out a soft moan, your body arching towards him as he began to finger you.
"Oh, God," you moaned, his fingers expertly bringing you closer to the edge. You could feel the pleasure building inside you, his touch igniting every nerve ending, taking you higher and higher.
He kept his pace steady, his fingers moving in and out of you, the pleasure intensifying with every move.
"Yes, yes," you moaned, your body quivering, your climax nearing.
With one last thrust of his fingers, you came, your body shuddering with pleasure. Your moans fill the room, your release a release from the pent up emotions, from the pain and the hurt.
Chan barely gave you time to react when he flipped you over on all fours. He pressed his hands on your lower back and pulled your hair closer to him until his lips were right near your ear.
"You're mine, and don't you forget it." he whispers, his breath hot and heavy. You looked at his eyes reflected in the mirror that stood facing the bed.They were filled with lust, darkened with desire, locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch.
You felt the tip of his cock brush against your entrance, and you bit your lip, anticipation building inside you. But instead of putting it in he began to tease you, moving it in slow circles around your clit.
"Chan.. please.." you moaned.
"Please, what?" he replied sternly.
"I need you."
"Yeah? Beg for it," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Beg for my cock, you little slut."
You glare at him. You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “No,” you say defiantly.
He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Beg,” he repeats, his fingers tracing patterns on your thigh. You shiver, hating that your body betrays you like this. You want to push him away, to tell him to fuck off, but you can’t. You’re too caught up in the moment, in the way he’s looking at you, like he wants to devour you. He leans back, his eyes still locked on yours.
“Fine,” he says, his voice dripping with disappointment. “If you won’t beg, then I won’t give you what you want.” You watch as he releases your hair, causing you to fall foward a bit.
"Wait..p-please," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Please, fuck me."
"Sorry, come again?" he says.
You clench your fists, hating that you're begging him, but you're so fucking horny. You need his cock inside you, filling you up, making you scream with pleasure. "Please, Chan, I'm begging you. Please, fuck me."
He shakes his head and grabs you again, resuming your previous position, his cock brushing against your clit again, making you gasp. "No, not yet. You need to beg some more."
You whimper, your body trembling. "Please, Chan, I'll do anything. Just fuck me already."
He chuckles, his fingers tracing your nipples, making them harden. "Anything, huh?"
He continues to tease you, his cock brushing against your clit, his fingers playing with your nipples. You're begging him, pleading with him to fuck you, but he's not listening. He's enjoying this too much, and you hate him for it.
But at the same time, you love it. You love the way he's making you feel, the way he's making your body respond to his touch.
"Please, Chan, I can't take it anymore," you gasp, your body trembling with need. "Please, fuck me."
He finally relents, his cock sliding inside you.
He started thrusting, each stroke hitting you deeper and deeper, the pleasure bordering on pain. You could see you reflection in the mirror, your face contorting in pleasure, slowly getting more
and more ...
and more utterly fucked out.
You watched as your body arched and quivered, and the sight sent another wave of pleasure through you, intensifying the sensations. He groaned, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "You're fucking mine, understand?"
You couldn't respond, the pleasure overtaking you, rendering you unable to form words. His thrusts became faster, harder, his cock reaching places you didn't even know existed.
You moaned out, shutting your eyes as you were unable to hold back, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
"Look at yourself, baby." he growls, his hand tightening in your hair. When Chan saw no reaction from you, he spoke again.
“Be a good girl and keep eye contact with me.” He said, lifting your chin up so you could meet the dirty image plastered in the mirror once again. You opened your eyes and your reflection looked back at you, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes hazy with lust.
You looked debauched, completely at his mercy, and you loved it. Fuck, you tightened even more with that realization.
Chan grunted, picking up the pace, fucking you harder and deeper, your cunt clenching more and more around him.
"You hate me? Are you sure? Your body tells me a different story." He said as his hips slamming into you, and you could feel the pressure building again, the pleasure intensifying.
He grunted, his movements growing erratic, and you knew he was close. "Say it," he growled, his voice laced with desire. "Say you hate me"
"I- I- I ha-ha," you breathed, your body quivering, the pleasure nearing its peak.
"Say it." he commanded, his thrusts hitting you even harder.
"I-I h-hate you," you moaned, the words tumbling from your lips. He began to pound you even harder.
"Again!"
"I- I hate you. Oh, God, I hate you so much," you cried, the words spilling from your lips, your body teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
" Fucking slut. You can't resist me even if you say you hate me. Can't resist my dick inside you, can you?"
Your body shook with pleasure, and then you were coming again, the orgasm tearing through you, your cries filling the room.
And then, just as you thought it was over, his hand grabbed your hair, pulling your head back, and he pushed his cock into your mouth.
You gagged, the sudden intrusion nearly overwhelming, but the pleasure was too much, and soon, you found yourself giving in, the feeling of his cock filling your mouth, the taste of his precum sending shivers of pleasure through you. "Tell me you hate me now, huh"
You moaned, the words muffled by his cock, the pleasure coursing through your veins, the heat and the taste and the feel of him too much to resist.
And then, he was coming, his cock pulsing in your mouth, his cum filling you, the taste of it salty and sweet and everything you needed.
You swallowed, his cum dripping down your chin, the taste of it lingering on your tongue. You felt exhausted, drained, yet somehow satisfied, the pain and the hurt replaced by something else.
And as he pulled out, the last traces of his release spilling onto your lips, you knew that despite everything, despite the betrayal and the lies, there was still something between you, something stronger than the pain and the anger.
"Chan-"
He cut you off with a kiss, his lips crashing against yours, his tongue probing into your mouth. You kissed him back, your body responding to his touch, the pain and the hurt giving way to desire once again.
As your lips moved together, the intensity began to shift. It softened, the anger fading as something deeper, something raw and vulnerable, took its place. When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, foreheads resting against each other as the room fell into a quiet, charged silence.
"I’m sorry," you whispered first, the words trembling on your lips. "I didn’t mean what I said. I don’t hate you, Chan… I could never hate you. I was just—" You paused, your voice thick with emotion, your chest aching. "I was so hurt, Chan.."
Chan’s hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that were starting to fall. “No, don’t be sorry,” he murmured, his own voice breaking slightly. “I deserved that. I didn’t tell you about her because… because I didn’t want to deal with what I knew it would do to us. I was selfish.”
Chan sighed, his eyes softening as he looked at you, the weight of his own regret heavy in the air. “I know you didn’t mean it. But I also know I gave you every reason to feel that way. I should’ve been honest. I should’ve trusted you with the truth instead of making you feel like you had to find out on your own.”
You bit your lip, the words still caught in your throat, but you forced them out. "I felt so betrayed, Chan. But it wasn’t just because of her. It was because you didn’t trust me enough to handle the truth."
His face twisted with regret, and he nodded slowly. “You’re right. I didn’t trust you, and I’m so sorry for that. I thought I was protecting you, protecting us, but I only ended up hurting you more.”
You could see the remorse in his eyes, and it broke your heart to know that both of you had let things get this far. You reached up, your hand resting against his cheek as you searched his gaze. “I don’t want to fight like this. I don’t want to hurt each other.”
Chan leaned into your touch, his eyes closing for a moment as he sighed deeply. “Neither do I. I don’t want to lose you because of my mistakes.”
Your heart squeezed in your chest, and you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. “I don’t want to lose you either,” you whispered. “But we can’t keep hiding things from each other. If we’re going to move forward… we have to be honest.”
“I know,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I promise, no more secrets. I’ll be better. I’ll be the person you deserve.”
You nodded, the heaviness in the room starting to lift, replaced by something more fragile, but real. “I’ll be better too,” you whispered, your voice full of sincerity. "I shouldn’t have said those things. I didn’t mean them."
Chan’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, his lips brushing gently against your forehead in a silent apology. “I love you,” he whispered against your skin, the words raw and filled with everything he hadn’t been able to say before.
"I love you too," you breathed, your heart full of both pain and hope.
In that moment, you both knew that there was still a lot to work through, but there was also a chance—a chance to heal, to rebuild. And despite everything, you wanted to try.
A/N: Decided to start off a little bit tame! I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: MDNI (Minors Do Not Interact), 18+ ONLY, Public Sex, Public Nudity, Nothing Too Crazy
No summary just smut under the cut
Jeongin gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, his touch warm and comforting. He turned to face you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. A playful grin spread across his face, revealing his dimples - a sight that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.
As you approached a cluster of ancient mausoleums, you couldn't help but notice how the pale moonlight cast eerie shadows across Jeongin's features, highlighting the curve of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. The anticipation of finally being alone together after so long apart was palpable, filling the air between you with an electric tension that seemed to make even the stone angels shiver.
The pulsating beats of the Halloween party on the far side of the cemetery gradually faded as you and Jeongin ventured deeper into the grounds. The music gave way to an eerie silence, punctuated only by the soft crunch of fallen leaves beneath your feet and the occasional hoot of a distant owl. You hadn't seen Jeongin in what felt like an eternity - two weeks of longing glances at your phone, waiting for a text or call. His grueling schedule had kept him away, but now, with a few precious days off, you were determined to savor every moment together.
"Don't worry," Jeongin said softly as you stepped onto the winding path between the gravestones. "We'll be careful." He pulled you close, his arms encircling your waist. As you walked among the silent tombs, Jeongin gazed into your eyes, his expression a mix of tenderness and anticipation. The familiar scent of his cologne mingled with the earthy smell of the graveyard, bringing back memories of your time apart. You leaned into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his body against yours after so long. The soft crunch of gravel beneath your feet and the distant thump of the music faded into the background as Jeongin's presence filled your senses.
Your heart raced as Jeongin leaned in close, his warm breath tickling your skin. His lips met yours in a tender kiss that quickly deepened with longing. You savored the familiar taste of him, a comfort you'd missed during your time apart. Your hands explored tentatively at first, reacquainting yourselves with each other's presence. The cool stone of a nearby tomb pressed against your back, adding a thrilling edge to your reunion.
Jeongin's touch left trails of warmth wherever his fingers roamed. He cupped your face gently, his thumb caressing your cheek as he gazed into your eyes with adoration. "I've missed you so much," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. You leaned into his embrace, inhaling his comforting scent and relishing the solid presence of his body against yours after so long apart.
Then his hands began to tug playfully at your skirt, lifting it up as his slender fingers toyed with the waistband of your panties. He kissed you deeply, his fingers sliding your panties to the side and gliding over your slick folds. Jeongin pulled back momentarily, his voice husky with desire. "You're so wet, baby," he murmured, before capturing your lips in another passionate kiss.
Caught up in the moment, all apprehension from before vanished as you palmed him through his jeans. You unzipped him, and he bit his bottom lip as you pulled out his hard cock, giving it a few loving strokes. Jeongin's knees buckled slightly.
"I haven't touched myself at all since I left. I only wanted your hands on me," he confessed, making you smile up at him.
"I want you inside me... now," you whispered desperately.
Jeongin swiftly lifted you, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. You clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into his shirt and skin. His lips grazed your throat as he deftly moved your soaked panties aside, lining himself up and sliding effortlessly into you. A guttural groan escaped Jeongin as he felt your wet, tight walls envelop him. "Fuck, y/n," he panted.
He thrust into you passionately, causing your back to press against the cold stone of a weathered tombstone once again. Jeongin's dimples appeared as he smiled deviously, relishing your exposed state. His unrestrained movements elicited the most alluring sounds from your parted lips, heightening his excitement at seeing you so vulnerable and enthralled.
You felt the familiar tension building as your release approached. Jeongin sensed your growing arousal, his movements becoming more urgent. Just then, a twig snapped in the distance, startling you both. "We're alone," Jeongin murmured, his voice low and husky. His lips brushed your collarbone, sending shivers through you despite the rising urgency of your situation.
"Come for me. Can you do that for me? " He coaxed you with his soft voice. Jeongin nipped at your soft cleavage, kissing and licking over it. "Cum with me..." you moaned out, and that's all he needed. Jeongin pinned you against the tombstone, holding you steady as he fucked you as hard as he could. Neither of you were quiet at this point, your sounds echoing through the silent graveyard.
Jeongin's soft grunts and little whimpers mixed with your louder moans, whines, and gasps. Just a few more deep thrusts, and you both came undone. You felt Jeongin's cock pulse inside you, his hot cum coating your inner walls. As your orgasm took over, your walls clenched around him, milking every last drop from him. Your own release mixed and dripped down the base of Jeongin's cock, making a mess all over your thighs.
"I can't wait to get you home," Jeongin murmured against your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. You clung to him, overwhelmed by the intensity of your connection. As you both tried to catch your breath you closed your eyes, savoring Jeongin's gentle touch. His presence after so long apart filled you with warmth and anticipation. As he caressed your neck, a soft sigh escaped your lips. The tender moment in the graveyard only heightened your desire to reconnect more deeply once you reached his apartment. "I've missed you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.
Afterward, Jeongin just held you there. You were both spent, breathless, and a little chilled by the night air. Eventually, he slid out of you and set you back on your unsteady feet. You couldn't help but giggle in disbelief at what you had just done. Just as you were pulling up your panties and Jeongin was zipping his jeans, a flashlight beam swept across the nearby graves.
Your eyes widened as you realized it was Chan and a few of the other members - Felix, Changbin, and Hyunjin - all laughing and joking around. They were clearly tipsy from the Halloween party, their voices carrying through the quiet cemetery. The beam from Chan's flashlight swept across the graves, casting eerie shadows, before suddenly illuminating you and Jeongin.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment. Chan's mouth fell open in shock, while Felix let out a surprised giggle. Changbin quickly averted his eyes, and Hyunjin's eyebrows shot up, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. You felt your face flush hot with embarrassment, acutely aware of your disheveled appearance and the compromising position you'd just been in.
Instinctively, you moved closer to Jeongin, seeking comfort in his presence. He squeezed your hand reassuringly, his touch grounding you despite the awkward situation. You bit your lip nervously, unsure of what to say or do next. Jeongin, always quick on his feet, cleared his throat and addressed his bandmates with a calm that you envied.
"Hey guys," Jeongin said with a casual wave, as if being caught half naked in a graveyard after dark was the most natural thing in the world. "We were just... exploring." You nodded along, trying to keep a straight face despite the absurdity of the situation. Chan raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but decided not to press further.
Felix, ever the peacemaker, broke the tension with a lighthearted chuckle. "Well, I guess we all have our own ways of celebrating Halloween," he quipped, earning a playful elbow from Changbin. Hyunjin, still smirking, added, "At least you picked a fitting location for some... sexual activities." The group erupted into laughter, the awkwardness dissipating as quickly as it had arrived.
You shivered as the cool night air caressed your skin, goosebumps rising along your arms. "I think I'm ready to go home," you whispered to Jeongin, your voice slightly trembling from both the cold and the lingering excitement. Jeongin nodded, his eyes softening with concern. He shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, the warmth of his body still clinging to the fabric.
"Let's head back," he agreed, his arm snaking around your waist protectively. The heat of his palm seeped through your clothes, a stark contrast to the chilly cemetery air. Turning to his bandmates, Jeongin offered a sheepish grin, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "We'll see you guys later," he said, his voice a mix of embarrassment and amusement.
As you and Jeongin made your way out of the cemetery, the gravel crunching softly beneath your feet, you couldn't help but laugh quietly. The absurdity of the situation hit you in waves - the thrill of your public encounter, the shock of being caught, and the unexpected understanding from Jeongin's bandmates. Your laughter was contagious, and soon Jeongin joined in, his body shaking with barely contained mirth against yours.
The embarrassment that had initially flooded your system began to fade, replaced by a shared moment of amusement between you two. Jeongin's hand found yours, intertwining your fingers as you walked. The warmth of his touch and the intimacy of your shared secret made the cool night air feel electric with possibility. As you left the cemetery behind, the anticipation of continuing your reunion in the privacy of home filled the air between you, promising more adventures to come.
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