warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), professor × student dynamic, power imbalance, consensual non-consent (CNC) undertones, spanking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, praise kink, possessive behavior, begging, semi-public sex (office setting), creampie, panty play, light restraint, wall sex, desk sex, lap sex, size kink, dirty talk, light bruising implied, power exchange (Dom!Yunho × Sub!Reader), emotional obsession, manipulation for intimacy (falsified grades), soft aftercare implied.
wc: only 3k I'm sorry it's not super long 😭😭
jas note: been meaning to write this for absolutely FOREVER so here it is.
my library!
Your fingers trembled as you pushed open the heavy wooden door of Professor Yunho’s office, the muffled click of it shutting behind you echoing in your chest like a gavel. The air inside was cooler than the hallway, laced with the faint scent of aged wood, cologne, and something sharper—authority, maybe. You shouldn’t be nervous. Technically, you were here to “discuss your midterm.” That’s what the email said. But the pointed way he’d said your name during roll call this morning—slow, deliberate—paired with the weight of his gaze, had twisted your stomach with something far more dangerous than anxiety. Something simmering, electric… closer to anticipation.
“Lock the door.”
His voice—deep, velvet-smooth, threaded with steel—slid down your spine like a physical touch.
Your hand hesitated on the brass knob before you obeyed, the soft click of the lock sealing you in with him. When you turned, he hadn’t moved from behind his massive desk, but his eyes—dark, intelligent, unreadable—never left yours. He was still in his button-down and tie, sleeves rolled just enough to show the corded muscle of his forearms, the top two buttons undone to reveal the barest glimpse of his throat. He looked utterly calm. In control. That, more than anything, made your pulse jump.
“You know why you’re here, don’t you?” he asked, voice pitched low as he leaned back in his leather chair, fingertips steepled.
You nodded automatically, eyes flickering downward.
“Say it.”
“I… failed the midterm,” you whispered, heat prickling at your cheeks.
His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You didn’t just fail it,” he murmured. “You bombed it. You skipped two assignments. And yet…” His tone darkened, edged with a smirk, “you still sit in my class with your lips wrapped around your pen like you’re trying to seduce someone.”
Your breath caught. Your thighs pressed together.
“Maybe you thought I wouldn’t notice,” Yunho continued, rising slowly from his seat. Each step he took toward you was measured, deliberate, his presence consuming the room like slow smoke. “But I notice everything.”
You took an unconscious step back—then froze when your spine touched the door. He stopped in front of you, so close you could feel the heat rolling off his body. He didn’t touch you. Just planted one large hand beside your head on the door and leaned down, his breath ghosting across your lips.
“You want special treatment, don’t you?” he murmured, eyes flicking down to your mouth. “Think batting your lashes and handing in half-assed work is enough to pass this class? That’s not how I operate.”
“Professor Yunho—” Your voice trembled, but he cut you off with a soft, warning sound.
“You’re here because I’m offering you a second chance,” he said, straightening. “But I don’t give those out for free. If you want to pass…” His gaze dragged down your body, painfully slow. “You’re going to earn it.”
He turned and walked back to his desk, unbuttoning his cuffs as he moved, rolling his sleeves higher with calm precision. “Bend over the desk.”
Your breath caught. “I—”
His eyes met yours, cold and commanding. “Now.”
Your body obeyed before your mind caught up. You stepped forward on shaky legs, feeling every beat of your heart in your throat as you leaned over the polished wood. The surface was cool beneath your palms, the edge pressing into your hips as your cheek landed softly against a stack of papers.
“You need to understand consequences,” he said, voice closer now—right behind you. The metallic clink of his belt unbuckling made you flinch.
Then—crack.
His palm met your ass, firm and deliberate. Not cruel, but undeniably authoritative. A sharp sting bloomed through your skin, followed by heat.
Again.
And again.
Each slap sent sparks up your spine. Your panties clung to you, soaked and sticky with heat, and you hated how much you loved the weight of his hand. He didn’t yell. He didn’t mock. His voice, when it came, was low and sure and possessive.
“Count for me.”
You swallowed hard. “O-one.”
“Louder.”
“One!”
Another swat. You jumped, gasped, braced your elbows.
“Two!”
“Three!”
“F-four—ahh—”
He paused then, palm smoothing over your now-throbbing skin. “That’s enough for now,” he said, voice softer but no less in control. “You take punishment well. But I want to see if you’re really ready to work for your grade.”
You felt the shift in the air as he knelt behind you. Then—your skirt was pushed up, bunched around your hips. You flushed as the cool air kissed your bare thighs. You could feel how wet you were. He could see how wet you were.
“Well, well,” he muttered, voice thick with amusement. “Look at this mess.” His fingers ran over the soaked fabric of your panties, pressing just enough to make your hips jerk. “Act like a brat all semester and still drip the second I discipline you.”
You whimpered.
“Stay still,” he said, his hands gripping your thighs firmly as he tugged your panties aside.
And then—
He licked you.
A single, slow drag of his tongue from your entrance to your clit, savoring it. The sound he made—low and pleased—vibrated right into your core.
“Sweet,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “Too sweet for someone who doesn’t study.”
Then he buried his face in you.
He devoured you like he had something to prove. His tongue was everywhere—teasing your entrance, flicking your clit, lapping you up with soft moans and wet, sinful noises. He opened you up with his fingers, spreading your folds to taste you deeper, more thoroughly. Every slick sound, every swirl of his tongue, made you shake. You couldn’t help the way your hips rocked against his mouth, chasing friction.
When he sucked your clit into his mouth and gave it a firm, rhythmic pull, your whole body arched. “P-please—” you choked, toes curling in your shoes.
Then he stopped.
You cried out softly, hips jerking back in confusion.
“Don’t cum yet,” he said, voice dark and amused as he stood behind you. You hadn’t even noticed when he’d freed his cock—now it pressed heavy and hot between your thighs, the head slipping through your folds as he rubbed himself against you, dragging through your wetness. “I didn’t give you permission.”
You whimpered, clenching around nothing, aching.
“If you cum without permission, you’ll be begging me to let you finish next time,” he warned, leaning down to murmur it into your ear. “And I won’t be so nice.”
“Please, Professor,” you breathed, the title slipping from your lips like instinct.
“You’re already begging?” he chuckled, deep and low, his cock rutting lazily against your entrance. “Didn’t take long at all.”
He lined himself up, dragging the blunt head of his cock through your soaked folds once more before nestling it right at your entrance. His breath hitched slightly, even as he tried to stay composed.
“Gonna fuck this little brat brain straight,” he growled, voice like gravel dipped in honey. “You’ll be begging to write essays for me after this.”
“You’ll take what I give you,” Yunho murmured, the blunt head of his cock sliding wetly between your folds, gathering your slick with each teasing pass. Your entrance fluttered around nothing, aching, needy, your entire body drawn tight with frustrated desire. “And you’ll thank me when I’m done.”
You were still bent over the desk, cheeks flushed against cool wood, legs trembling from the precision of his tongue. He’d left you right there—on the edge, teetering, helpless. You hadn’t cum. You weren’t allowed. And now his cock was nudging at your soaked hole like it belonged there, like it had every right to drag this out.
“Did you think you could breeze through my class?” he muttered, voice a hot whisper behind you as his grip on your hips tightened. “Pass off those lazy, half-done assignments and flash me those pretty eyes like it would be enough?”
“N-no—”
“Exactly.”
And then he pushed in.
Your breath shattered. Your whole body bowed as he split you open in one slow, devastating thrust. No resistance—just the slick, hungry pull of your cunt swallowing him whole. The stretch was intense, filling you to the brim with thick, heavy pressure that left you trembling, gasping for air.
He stilled once he was buried inside you, cock pulsing deep in your core like he wanted you to memorize how it felt. You could feel every throb, every twitch, the way he held back even as your body clenched around him in a desperate plea for more.
“So tight,” he hissed, hands digging into your hips like he wanted to brand the shape of them into his palms. “Like this pussy’s never been used properly.”
A low, wanton moan spilled from your throat as your head dropped forward, forehead pressing into the desk. He was so deep. You felt full to the point of delirium—stretched around the thick, unyielding weight of him.
Then he moved.
He pulled out agonizingly slow, the friction dizzying, then slammed back in with a sharp slap of hips to ass that made your entire body jolt. The desk creaked beneath you from the impact, but you barely heard it past the ringing in your ears.
“Count for me,” he said again, voice dark and precise. “Every thrust. You’ll remember how many times I fucked the laziness out of you.”
“O-one—fuck—two—Professor—”
“Three.” Another brutal thrust that knocked the breath from your lungs. “Four.”
He set a rhythm, fucking you deep and steady, every stroke deliberate and punishing. Not frenzied. Not rushed. Just pure, focused control. He wanted you to feel every inch. He wanted to teach you with his cock.
“Look at the mess you’re making,” he growled, voice rasping in your ear. “Dripping all over my desk. Legs trembling. Crying for more like you deserve it.” His hips snapped against yours again, sending a hot wave of pleasure tearing through your core. “You don’t need extra credit—you need to be ruined.”
“Y-yes—yes, please—”
He gripped your hair suddenly, not hard, just enough to lift your face slightly off the desk and bring his mouth to your ear. His voice was a hot breath across your cheek.
“You’re gonna cum when I say,” he whispered, still driving into you with measured force. “Not before. You’ll thank me for this. For every second.”
Before you could respond, he pulled out.
You whimpered, walls fluttering around nothing, so close it physically hurt. He grabbed you, spun you with a strength that made your head swim, and lifted you onto the desk like you weighed nothing. You barely had time to breathe before he shoved your thighs open and lined himself up again, cock gleaming with your slick.
His eyes met yours—dark, serious, unwavering.
Then he thrust back in.
Your mouth fell open as you cried out, hands flying to his shoulders, but he caught your wrists midair and pinned them to the desk above your head. His cock filled you to the hilt again, and he didn’t move—just held you there, restrained and impaled, his face hovering above yours.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded, voice like thunder wrapped in silk. “I want you to see who’s making you feel like this.”
You did. You couldn’t look away. His pupils were blown, lips parted, jaw tense with restraint. His hair was messy from exertion, a drop of sweat sliding down the curve of his throat.
Then he rolled his hips.
Slow, precise, devastatingly deep.
He kissed you—hard, hungry, tongue sliding into your mouth as he moved within you, owning you. Your arms trembled under his grip, thighs squeezing his waist as you rocked helplessly beneath him.
This position lasted forever.
He kissed you through it. Whispered things against your lips.
“Good girl. Taking me so well.” “You feel that? That’s how a proper lesson feels.” “You’re so fucking smart like this—perfect when you beg.”
You moaned every time he bottomed out. Cried his name when his thrusts got rougher. Your body was slick with sweat, skin pressed to his shirt, trembling in his hold. He knew exactly when to slow down. When to speed up. When to pause, buried inside you, just to hear you whine and squirm.
And then—you clenched. Hard.
He stopped.
“Not yet,” he warned, cock twitching deep in your cunt. “You don’t get to cum until I say. And I’m not done teaching.”
You nearly sobbed when he pulled out. Your body throbbed around the loss, walls fluttering with need.
Then he sat back in his leather chair, legs spread wide, cock glistening and flushed in his fist.
“Come here,” he said. “Straddle me.”
You obeyed on instinct. Your legs barely worked, but you climbed into his lap anyway, letting him guide you down, his hands strong on your waist.
You sank onto his cock slowly, inch by inch, until he filled you again completely.
This time he fucked up into you—powerful, upward thrusts that bounced you in his lap. His grip on your hips was bruising, grounding, pulling you down to meet every movement. The friction was intense—clit grinding against his pelvis, your slick squelching obscenely between you.
You couldn’t stay quiet anymore.
You sobbed his name. Cried out “Professor” over and over. Clung to his shoulders like you’d fall apart without him.
He loved it.
“You sound so fucking pretty like this,” he groaned, lips dragging down your throat. “My perfect little student. You gonna show up early to class next time, baby?”
“Yes—yes—I promise—”
“You gonna do your fucking work?”
“Anything—anything you want—just please let me cum—”
His thrusts quickened, hips snapping up hard. His voice turned feral, growling into your ear:
“Then cum.”
And you did.
Your whole body convulsed, a scream ripping from your throat as pleasure consumed you like a firestorm. You clenched around him in violent waves, sobbing as he fucked you through it, kept you pinned, kept whispering—
“Good girl. That’s it. Take it. Cum all over me.”
You shook violently, muscles trembling, eyes fluttering shut.
But he wasn’t done.
He stood—stood, still inside you—and walked across the room, pinning you to the wall. Your legs wrapped tight around his waist as he fucked you against the smooth surface, this time slow. Deep. Worshipful.
You were soaked, overstimulated, still spasming every time he bottomed out.
“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he grunted, mouth against your jaw, breath ragged. “You want that? Want me to fill this pretty pussy up?”
You nodded desperately, voice gone. “Yes—please—please—fill me up—”
His thrusts faltered, hips stuttering, and then with a low, guttural moan, he slammed in one final time—and came.
You felt it.
The twitch. The heat. The slow throb of release as he emptied himself inside you, cock pulsing deep in your cunt.
His forehead rested against yours, both of you panting, bodies slick and trembling.
Silence settled like gravity.
Then he kissed you once—soft, slow—before lowering you gently to your feet. Your legs nearly buckled.
He caught you, of course.
“That,” he said, brushing the damp hair from your cheek, “was the midterm review.” He smiled, wicked and tender all at once. “If you want a passing grade…”
His fingers tilted your chin, lips grazing yours.
“You’ll be back for the final.”
The air in his office is thick with sweat, sex, and silence.
You button the last clasp on your blouse with trembling fingers, the fabric clinging slightly to your damp skin. Every inch of you feels used—in the best possible way. Your skirt sticks to your thighs, the slick heat between your legs a raw reminder of everything he did to you. Your panties are nowhere to be found. Your hair’s a mess. Your lips are kiss-swollen. You look like sin. And he—Professor Yunho—is still slouched in his chair, shirt open, tie loosened, skin flushed. He hasn’t moved. He hasn’t even looked up.
It’s like he’s been cracked wide open.
You slide your shoes back on. Grab your bag. Sling it over your shoulder.
A smirk curves your mouth, smug and satisfied. “Guess I’ll see you in class,” you murmur, tone casual, but your voice is still hoarse from moaning his name. You turn toward the door, hips swaying.
“Wait.”
His voice stops you cold.
It’s quiet. Uncertain. Raw in a way you didn’t expect.
You turn slowly. “What?”
He lifts his head, and for the first time since you walked into this office, he doesn’t look like the man in charge. He looks… wrecked. Vulnerable. Like he’s struggling to keep his ribs from splitting apart under the weight of whatever’s about to leave his mouth.
“I lied.”
Your brows knit. “About what?”
Yunho exhales shakily, eyes meeting yours. They’re glassy now, his usual composure gone. The sharp, dominant professor is gone. This is just Yunho. The man beneath the authority.
“You weren’t failing.”
Your heartbeat stutters.
“What?”
He swallows hard, as if the words scorch his throat on the way up. “You weren’t even close. You had one of the highest grades in the class.”
You take a step closer, slow. “You… changed them?”
He nods.
It’s small. Barely perceptible. But it lands like thunder.
“I knew it was wrong,” he murmurs, voice shaking with restrained emotion. “I knew I’d lose my job if anyone found out. But I couldn’t help it. I was obsessed. With you.”
Your breath catches.
“The way you walked into every lecture like you owned it,” he continues, fingers curling around the edge of his desk like he needs something to anchor him. “The way you answered everything without hesitation, like you didn’t even need me. I wanted…” His voice breaks, not loud—but honest. “I wanted you to need me. I wanted to see you beg.”
The silence between you hums with something potent. Something dangerous. Something heartbreakingly human.
You just stare at him. Your mind racing back through every interaction—every loaded glance, every time he handed you a paper with a look you couldn’t read, every time his fingers brushed yours and lingered a beat too long. This wasn’t control. This wasn’t manipulation for power.
This was longing.
Lust. Loneliness. Starving want, dressed up in a suit and tie and the illusion of detachment.
Your voice is barely more than breath. “You wanted me to beg for you.”
He nods again. And this time, his eyes flick downward—to the slick stain that darkens your skirt, glistening on your inner thighs.
“…But instead,” he whispers, almost reverent, “you ruined me.”
And you should leave.
You should walk out, let him sit in the wreckage of his confession, let him choke on the consequences of what he’s done.
But you don’t.
Instead, your hand moves slowly to the lock behind you.
Click.
He startles slightly at the sound, eyes snapping up to yours in disbelief as you walk toward him again. Slow. Dangerous. Beautiful.
Your steps are quiet, but your presence fills the room like smoke. You don’t say a word until you’re standing between his spread thighs.
Then you straddle him.
His breath catches. He doesn’t move—not even when your soaked panties emerge from your bag like a silk-wrapped secret. You hold them between two fingers, then press them to his mouth gently.
His lips part instinctively. His eyes flicker—lust, regret, awe. Shame.
“You should’ve just asked, Professor,” you whisper, gaze locked to his as you grind slowly into his lap, feeling his cock stir beneath you again. “I would've let you have me anyway.”
His lips close around the damp fabric.
And he moans.
Broken. Relieved. Worshipful.
You thread your fingers into his hair, slow and commanding, guiding his mouth as he breathes you in through the taste of you—still clinging to the fabric like a promise.
“I already belonged to you,” you murmur, voice low and warm. “You just didn’t know it.”
And this time… he begs.
Not with words.
With eyes. With hands trembling where they land on your thighs. With the way his mouth worships the soaked silk like it’s sacred. With the way he looks at you like you are everything.
You grind down harder, pressing your forehead to his.
He likes to spend time with you by pressing you down with his cock inside you.Enjoying every inch of him makes you want him more.And that's how you end up with San not letting you go after he cums.🎀
✦ warnings: smut, nsfw. explicit m/f/m threesome, oral, rough and gentle interplay, overstimulation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, explicit language, orgasms, consensual non-monogamy, praise kink, dirty talk, overstimulated nerves, sexual teasing, public/private hybrid setting (studio), use of recording equipment during sex, aftercare, reader & mingi in established relationship
✦ enjoy 4k words of filth, mingi and joonie are my bias wreckers so this was coming sooner or later lmao
Soup.
Warm, harmless. Comfort food. Not exactly the kind of thing you'd expect to end with your voice echoing through a studio mic, soaked in sweat and begging for release.
You’d only dropped by the studio because you knew he hadn’t eaten. The bag in your hand was still warm, the lid on the takeout container slightly fogged up. But the moment you stepped into the booth room and saw Mingi hunched over the mixing board—headphones askew, brows furrowed, lower lip between his teeth—you knew food was the last thing on his mind.
“Baby,” you said softly, setting the bag down. “Have you eaten anything since noon?”
“Mm… I had a vitamin water?” he said without looking up, then immediately perked up as you leaned over his shoulder. “Wait—did you bring—oh my god, I love you.”
You grinned. “I know. But do you love me more than this track?”
He spun in his chair, tossing the headphones onto the desk. “Hard question. It’s a sexy track. You wanna hear it?”
He hit play without waiting for an answer.
The beat rolled out of the speakers like smoke—slow, sensual, laced with deep synth and breathy background vocals. You raised a brow. “This is… different.”
“It’s called Velvet Ash,” he said, grinning. “It’s kind of dirty. Too dirty for the album, probably.”
“Mm. Sounds like foreplay.”
Mingi leaned back in the chair, letting his knees fall apart as he looked at you. “Exactly. But it’s missing something.”
You sipped your drink. “What, more moaning?”
His grin widened. “Exactly.”
You rolled your eyes, laughing. “You want me to moan into the mic, don’t you?”
“Honestly? After bringing me soup instead of sucking me off in the hallway, I think you owe me.”
You threw a straw wrapper at him, but he was already standing—motioning toward the sound booth with a flick of his hand.
“Come on,” he said. “Just for fun. I want to hear how you sound through the headset.”
You hesitated for about half a second. And then you walked into the booth.
Inside the booth, everything felt tighter. Darker. Your reflection glinted faintly in the glass. Behind it, Mingi leaned on the console, watching you with amusement and just a hint of heat.
You slipped the headphones on. The mic stood inches from your mouth, silver and cold, catching your breath even when you didn’t speak.
“Okay,” Mingi’s voice said through the headset, already lower. “Give me something.”
You smirked. “Like what?”
“Start with my name.”
You bit your lip and leaned in, the sound of your own voice strange and intimate in your ears. “Mingi.” A wave of heat pooled low in your belly, nerves tingling and something deeper blooming—an electric vulnerability that made you shiver.
A beat passed.
You heard him suck in a quiet breath.
“Again. Softer.”
“Mingi.”
“Fuck, baby…”
The track played softly in your ears now. He’d dropped in the instrumental beneath your voice, looping the synth under your breathy tone.
“Now… say it like you can feel my cock hitting that spot you can’t reach without me,” he murmured.
Your thighs pressed together.
“Mingi,” you said, a little needier this time, and the mic caught the edge of it—your breath, the almost-whimper tucked into the syllable.
“Shit. Stay just like that.”
You watched him move—leaving the mixing board behind, disappearing from the window. A second later, the booth door creaked open behind you.
Mingi stepped in and shut it, the red “recording” light blinking above him like a warning. Your mouth parted, but he didn’t say anything. Just walked up behind you, big hands settling on your waist.
“I can hear everything,” he murmured against your ear, adjusting the mic so it was just above your lips. “Even your heartbeat. Wanna know what turns me on more than anything?”
“What?”
He leaned in close, voice just for you now.
“The way you sound when you fall apart for me.”
One hand slipped between your thighs, cupping your heat through your leggings. His palm was wide, warm, pressing slow and deliberate against your pussy until you let out a shaky gasp–and it echoed instantly through the mic. pressing gently over your clothes.
He grinned against your neck.
“There it is.”
In a fluid motion, he dragged your leggings down, kneeling behind you, kissing the back of your thigh as he eased them past your knees. Then his hands were on your ass, thumbs spreading you apart, his breath hot against your cunt as he leaned in and licked a slow stripe up your folds.
“Fuck–” you whimpered, legs twitching, your voice breaking into the mic.
Mingi groaned against you, tongue flicking your clit before he pulled back just slightly to look at you. “You’re soaked already–this pussy missed me, huh?”
You nodded, dazed, one hand braced on the mic stand as the other tangled into his hair.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Say how bad you missed my mouth.”
“I missed it, I missed your tongue–I missed everything.”
That was all he needed.
His mouth descended like he was starving, lips latching onto your clit while his tongue swirled fast and messy, not teasing anymore–devouring. He buried his face between your legs, nose brushing your ass as he sucked your cliy with obscene pressure, letting out a deep growl that vibrated through your entire core.
The mic picked up everything–the wet, filthy sounds of his mouth working your cunt, the ragged gasps falling from your lips, the whispered “fuck, fuck, Mingi–”
And then he slid two fingers into you.
They curled perfectly, hitting your sweet spot like he knew exactly where it was–because he did. His pace was ruthless–tongue dragging over your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of your dripping hole, spreading you wider and deeper.
“Listen to yourself.”
“That’s what you sound like when I ruin you.”
You moaned helplessly. It was all so loud–his fingers squelching inside you, the wet drag of his tongue, your own desperate, breathless cries.
“Mingi–don’t stop, don’t stop–” you panted, hips rocking shamelessly against his face.
He slapped your ass hard enough to make you yelp. “Say it into the mic, pretty girl.”
You choked on a sob. “Mingi–please, I’m so close, I’m gonna–”
“Fucking cum for me, I wanna hear how you break when I make you finish.”
That did it.
Your whole body tensed, thighs shaking as the orgasm ripped through you. You cried out–loud, raw, moaning his name into the mic while your pussy clenched around his fingers and your knees nearly buckled.
But he didn’t stop.
He groaned like he was on your taste, lips dragging over your swollen clit again and again, tongue flicking until your body jerked and twitched and kept cumming, wave after wave rolling over you until you were boneless.
Only then did he finally pull back, his mouth and chin glistening. He kissed the inside of your thigh one last time, then stood slowly, towering over you as you tried to catch your breath.
“Fuck. That sound? He muttered, licking your taste off his lips. “That’s better than anything I’ve written.”
You didn’t have time to answer.
Under the dim booth lights, his pink hair—messy and pushed back from the headphones—cast golden shadows across his sharp cheekbones. A loose white tank clung to his torso, the neckline slipping wide over one shoulder. His black sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, revealing the deep cut of his V-line every time he moved towards you.
You had one hand gripping the mic stand. “Baby…” Your voice cracked, helpless.
“This mic’s not gonna survive tonight.”
You barely heard him over the blood rushing in your ears.
Your legs started to shake as the pressure built—every nerve lit up.
“Jesus,” you panted, letting him wrap an arm around your waist to steady you. “You—fucking—“
“Better than soup?” he teased.
You slapped his arm. “Shut up.”
But he only grinned and kissed you hard, one hand cupping your jaw as your taste lingered on his tongue. His other hand slipped behind your thigh, gripping it and tugging you forward until your hips met the hard length straining against his sweats.
You gasped into his mouth. “Mingi—”
“I need to be inside you,” he growled, forehead pressing against yours. “Can I?”
You didn’t answer. Just nodded and grabbed the waistband of his pants, pulling them down with a needy moan as his cock sprang free—thick, flushed red at the tip, already leaking.
You braced your hands on the mixing desk inside the booth, arching your back as you looked at him over your shoulder.
“Fuck me here. Just like this.”
He didn’t hesitate. His hand gripped your hip, the other guiding his cock between your folds–and then he was sliding in, slow but unrelenting, filling you inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned, forehead pressed to your shoulder. “You’re so fucking tight–gripping me like you don’t wanna let go.”
He started to move–deep, hungry thrusts that made the desk creak and your voice rise. He pushed the mic closer to your mouth and whispered:
“Talk. I wanna hear every filthy fucking word.”
You moaned loud. “You feel so good–so deep, Mingi, fuck me harder, don’t stop baby.”
He slammed into you faster, rougher, his hips slapping against your ass as your tits bounced with every thrust. You could hear everything: his panting, your cries, the obscene wet sounds where your bodies met.
“I’m gonna cum inside you,” teeth sinking into your shoulder. “I’m gonna fill you up so deep it drips down your thighs.”
“Do it please, want you to–” you begged, tears threatening from the pressure building again.
He reached down and rubbed your clit with two fingers, fast and messy. “Come for me again, baby. Let the mic hear how my cock makes you unravel.”
Your vision blurred. The pressure exploded in your gut, your walls clenching tight around him as you screamed his name into the mic.
“Fuckkk–I’m cumming—” he gasped, and then he was spilling inside you, groaning like an animal, thrusting deep as his release flooded your cunt.
You both collapsed against the desk, sweaty, shaking, barely breathing.
And the entire time?
The track kept looping softly in the background–now layered with the most explicit, honest take he’d ever captured.
A few minutes later, you lay curled in Mingi’s lap on the studio couch, your bare legs tucked beneath his hoodie, your head resting against his chest. His hand stroked lazily up and down your thigh, slow enough to calm your still-trembling muscles.
He had cleaned you up with one of his softest shirts, murmuring little apologies as he wiped between your thighs, even though his cock had twitched the whole time like he wanted to go another round.
Now, with your pulse finally settling, he fed you bites of lukewarm soup between kisses to your hairline.
“Think I blew your mic out,” you mumbled, voice hoarse, lips swollen.
Mingi chuckled, low and pleased, rubbing his knuckles against your hip. “You blew me out.”
You snorted, eyes fluttering closed. “I’m serious. That mic probably short-circuited the second I screamed.”
He shifted slightly to grab his laptop from the desk and hit play. The track rolled through the studio monitors again–still smoky, still sensual–but now layered with something new; your breathy moans spliced into the background like vocals, tucked between beats like a secret only he could hear.
You looked up, shocked. “Wait, is that seriously me?”
He smiled, eyes dark. “You said not to use the whole thing. You didn’t say I couldn’t sample you.”
“Babe, are you insane?”
“Insanely inspired,” he said, all smug affection. “You sound better than any synth I’ve ever layered. Your voice moves.”
You groaned and buried your face in his chest even deeper. “You’re the worst.”
But his hand slid up under the hoodie you wore–his hoodie–just to rest against the curve of your bare back.
“I’m serious,” he whispered, brushing his lips over your temple. “I’m keeping this version. I don’t care if it never gets released.”
Silence hung for a second, soft and golden.
Then, Mingi leaned down and murmured against your ear, “Next time, I want you in my lap with the mic between us. I want to feel you fall apart while I stay deep inside.”
You blinked slowly, heat curling low in your belly again despite the haze of exhaustion.
“Jesus, Mingi.”
“What?” He smirked. “Art takes commitment.”
You exhaled a laugh and let him tuck the blanket tighter around you both.
Outside the booth, the city lights glowed faintly through the windows. Inside, the studio felt like its own universe–dim, pulsing, echoing with the memory of your moans looped under Mingi’s unfinished track.
And as the soft, dirty demo played in the background, Mingi kissed the top of your head and whispered, “Don’t worry. I saved all the stems. We can remix it together next time.”
The track looped soft and filthy in the background when the door creaked open.
You didn’t even look up at first, too dazed in Mingi’s lap, your bare thighs tangled under his hoodie. His hand still cupped your hip, possessive and warm.
“Uh.”
The voice hit you like a shockwave. Familiar. Sharp. Hongjoong.
Mingi didn’t flinch. He didn’t cover you. Just grinned lazily, his chin on your shoulder as he looked toward the door.
“Yo.”
You turned your head slowly. Hongjoong stood frozen in the doorway, headphones around his neck, eyes flicking between your flushed face, Mingi’s hand on your thigh, and the faint, breathy moans echoing from the studio monitors.
His voice was dry. “...Should I come back later?”
Mingi just chuckled. “Too late. We just finished recording.”
“Did you,” Hongjoong deadpanned.
Your cheeks burned. You tried to tug the hoodie lower over your thighs, but Mingi's hand stopped you. Kept you in place.
“Mingi,” you whispered, mortified. But he only squeezed your thigh.
“Don’t hide. You sounded gorgeous.” He flicked his gaze to Hongjoong, smug. “Wanna hear the demo?”
“I’m...already hearing it,” Hongjoong said, stepping fully into the room now. His voice was neutral, but his jaw was tight. His gaze dropped to the waveform still rolling on Mingi’s laptop—the audio looped with your moans layered soft in the mix.
Mingi hit play.
Hongjoong stood silent as the sound filled the room. The filthy edge of your breathing. The tremble in your voice when you said Mingi’s name. The wet sounds of Mingi’s mouth on you, caught raw by the mic.
Then Hongjoong spoke, voice low. “This your new production method? Guess I’m behind on trends.”
You buried your face in your hands. “Oh my god.”
Mingi laughed softly, his hand sliding up your bare thigh. “Jealous?”
That made you look up. Hongjoong’s expression shifted—not shocked now. Curious. Something darker simmering behind his eyes as they flicked to you.
“I didn’t say no.”
Silence pulsed. Mingi’s fingers flexed against your skin. You felt the shift in the air before anyone spoke.
Hongjoong set his headphones on the desk. “I’m not touching unless you want me to. But...” He stepped closer, voice dropping. “I want to watch you fall apart. This time, clean vocals.”
Your breath caught, heart pounding in your ears. A swirl of nerves, curiosity, and something thrilling flickered inside you. Could you really let him? Could you bear the weight of both their gazes?
Mingi murmured against your ear. “Baby. Your call.”
Slowly, shakily, you nodded.
Mingi’s hand stroked your thigh once, warm and grounding. Then he shifted beneath you, setting you gently onto the couch before standing. You watched, dazed, as he adjusted the mic arm lower, turning to Hongjoong like this was just another collaborative track session.
But you could see the hunger in Mingi’s eyes. And Hongjoong?
His gaze was locked on you now. Heavy. Unblinking.
“C’mere,” Mingi murmured, guiding you over to the couch. He sat first, pulling you directly into his lap—facing out toward the room. His thighs spread beneath you, his arms wrapping tight around your waist. You felt his cock, hard and heavy against your lower back.
“Let him watch you,” Mingi whispered against your neck. “Let him hear you.”
The mic picked up your breath instantly. Hongjoong stood frozen, watching. Silent. Starving.
Mingi reached down between your spread thighs, cupping your cunt possessively. His fingers dipped between your folds, sliding through your slick, then slowly, deliberately, he spread you open wider using just his thumbs. Letting Hongjoong see everything.
“Fuck,” Hongjoong exhaled.
Mingi chuckled darkly. “Pretty, right?”
You whined, trembling in his hold. But he didn’t let you close your legs. Didn’t let you hide.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, dragging two fingers over your clit, slow and steady.
“Come here, Joong,” Mingi said softly. “Taste her while I hold her open for you.”
Hongjoong moved like he was in a trance. He dropped to his knees between Mingi’s spread legs, directly in front of you, his breath hot against your bare, soaked cunt.
“Don’t make her cum yet,” Mingi warned, voice sharp.
Then Mingi held you wide open while Hongjoong leaned in and licked a slow, thick stripe over your clit. You sobbed instantly. The mic caught it raw.
Mingi’s grip on you tightened. His cock rutted up against your back as Hongjoong worked his mouth over you—wet, filthy. Every flick of his tongue sent tremors through your overstimulated body.
“Good, Joong. Just like that. Tease her. Make her fall apart in my arms,” Mingi rasped.
Hongjoong hummed against your clit. You could feel Mingi's cock twitch behind you. He let one hand slide up to squeeze your breast, pinching your nipple while his other hand held you splayed for Hongjoong’s tongue.
“Say his name, baby,” Mingi ordered.
“H-Hongjoong,” you gasped, back arching helplessly against Mingi’s chest.
“Again. Louder.”
“Hongjoong!”
Both men groaned.
Your whole body shook, overstimulated and pinned down—Mingi controlling every inch of you while Hongjoong’s tongue destroyed you from below.
Just when you thought you couldn’t take more, Mingi leaned down and whispered, “You’re gonna cum now. Right on his mouth. And I’m gonna feel every second of it.”
You screamed as your orgasm ripped through you, loud and broken, the mic capturing every desperate sound. Hongjoong didn’t stop—he lapped at your clit mercilessly, drinking down your release while Mingi held your convulsing body still, praising you through your cries.
When your body sagged limp, Mingi finally pulled Hongjoong back, voice rough. “That’s enough.”
Hongjoong wiped his mouth, panting, eyes blown wide as he looked at you. “Shit… you’re shaking.”
“I’ve got her,” Mingi said softly, sliding his arms around your waist. You could feel how hard he was, pressing up against your back, but his touch was gentle. “Baby. You okay?”
His throat bobbed. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
Mingi leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “She doesn’t want you to stop.”
Hongjoong let out a strained laugh. “No… I didn’t think so.”
Mingi eased you forward, guiding you carefully toward Hongjoong. “C’mon, baby. Let him feel you.”
Hongjoong sat back on the couch, legs spread, watching you with something between awe and hunger. His cock flushed dark and heavy, leaking precum.
“Ride him,” Mingi murmured. “I’ll help you.”
Your thighs trembled as you moved, letting Mingi lower you slowly until you were straddling Hongjoong, facing him. His hands instinctively caught your hips, steadying you.
Hongjoong looked up at you as you sank down onto him inch by inch, his jaw slack, his breathing wrecked. “So fucking tight... you feel unreal.”
Your moan cracked as he filled you. Mingi’s arms came around from behind, one hand holding your waist, the other finding your clit instantly, circling in slow, merciless patterns.
“Fuck, Joong. Feel her?” Mingi rasped against your neck.
“Too well,” Hongjoong groaned, eyes fluttering shut as your walls squeezed him. “She’s choking me.”
“Good girl,” Mingi praised, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Take him. Just like that.”
Hongjoong’s eyes flicked up to yours again, blown and desperate. “Move for me, babe. Please.”
You rocked your hips forward instinctively, grinding down on him as Mingi’s fingers worked your clit, drawing a broken sob from your throat.
“Fuck… that’s it,” Hongjoong gasped. “Ride me. Just like that.”
“Let him use you, baby,” Mingi whispered, teeth grazing your skin. “Still mine.”
You whimpered, your body shaking between them, pleasure building sharp and fast. Hongjoong’s hips began meeting yours, rhythm desperate, sloppy. His hands slid up, cupping your breasts, thumbs flicking your nipples as his cock dragged in and out of you.
“You’re so good to me,” Hongjoong rasped, head falling back. “So fucking good.”
Mingi chuckled low behind you. “Don’t cum yet Joong.”
“Not planning on it,” Hongjoong snapped back, breathless.
Mingi’s fingers pressed harder against your clit. “She will first.”
Your body tightened, the orgasm building too fast to stop, especially with Mingi teasing your swollen clit and Hongjoong stretching you thick and deep beneath.
“Tell him you’re close,” Mingi demanded softly against your ear.
“H-Hongjoong… I—”
“Fuck, yeah. Let go. Cum for me,” Hongjoong begged, his voice raw now.
“Not just for him,” Mingi rasped. “For me.”
You shattered, your whole body locking up as your orgasm tore through you. Your cry ripped out of you, loud, broken, echoing off the studio walls. Both men moaned as you clenched down around Hongjoong, your body trembling violently.
Mingi tightened his grip around your waist, holding you still on Hongjoong’s cock.
“Fill her up,” Mingi ordered. “Now.”
Hongjoong’s broken gasp was the last thing you heard before he came, spilling deep inside you, his body shaking beneath you. He held you tight, voice caught in his throat as he emptied inside you.
Mingi didn’t move. He kept you pinned, kept Hongjoong buried inside you while you convulsed helplessly between them.
“Did I hurt you?” His voice cracked, eyes flicking between yours, still cautious even while wrecked.
“No… I’m okay. Better than okay.”
“Good girl. You took him so well.” His lips were soft against your skin now, his voice pure praise. “I’ve got you.”
Hongjoong’s chest heaved under you. He looked up at you, ruined. “Fucking hell.”
“Breathe,” Mingi murmured with a smirk.
You sagged forward against Hongjoong’s chest, unable to hold yourself up. Mingi slowly, gently pulled you back against him, lifting you carefully off Hongjoong’s cock, both of you panting, wrecked, his cum leaking down your thighs.
Mingi wrapped his arms around you tightly from behind, pressing kisses into your damp hair, your temple, your shoulder—wherever he could reach.
Your body was still trembling, the aftershocks rolling through you in waves. You couldn’t speak—not yet.
Across from you, Hongjoong sat sprawled against the couch, chest rising and falling hard, his face flushed and dazed. He watched you in silence, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. Maybe guilt. Maybe hesitation.
Mingi noticed.
“She’s alright,” Mingi said quietly, glancing at him without letting go of you. “Don’t overthink.”
Hongjoong’s throat worked. “I wasn’t sure I should’ve…” He stopped himself, dragging a hand through his sweat-mussed hair. “I didn’t want to push.”
“You didn’t.” Mingi’s voice was simple. Honest.
You turned slightly, weak but lucid now. Your voice cracked. “Joong.”
He blinked.
“Don’t look so wrecked,” you whispered, lips twitching faintly. “I said yes.”
That made him let out a small, rough laugh—relieved. Tired. “Yeah. Yeah, you did.”
Mingi kissed your cheek softly. “And you’re still mine.”
You hummed, leaning against him fully, limp in his arms.
Hongjoong shifted awkwardly, glancing down at himself, then back up. “Want me to… go?”
Mingi looked at him for a long moment. Then shook his head.
“Sit with us.”
Hongjoong hesitated, but he obeyed, moving closer, settling beside you—not touching, but close enough you felt his warmth.
Mingi reached over without thinking, pulling a blanket from beside the couch and draping it gently around your bare skin, then around Hongjoong too.
“Just relax,” Mingi said, his voice dropping soft for both of you now. “She needs to come down.”
Hongjoong’s voice was quieter. “You too.”
Mingi let out a soft chuckle. “Maybe.”
For a few long minutes, no one spoke. The soft loop of your demo played faint in the background, a ghost of the sounds you’d made together.
Mingi kissed your hair again, still holding you as if letting go wasn’t an option. Hongjoong watched you from the other side of the couch, quiet, his breathing finally slowing.
Eventually, Mingi spoke, voice low, possessive but warmer now. “We’ll talk later.”
You weren’t sure if that was meant for Hongjoong or you. Maybe both.
But for now, wrapped in Mingi’s arms, Hongjoong silent beside you, you felt… safe.
» pairing: younger!hongjoong x slightly!older reader
» summary: what happens when hongjoong receives a video from the last person he'd ever expect? and what the hell is in it?
» warnings: nude sending, masturbation (m. & f.), fingering?, power kink (is that even a real thing?), reader is pretty rude to hongjoong, stepcest *evil smirk*, lowkey sub!joong—but also..not (it’s complicated), he cums pretty fast sooo….
» w.c: 4.5k
» a/n: rahhhhh
y/n sent you a snap.
the snapchat notification drops from the top of hongjoong’s screen; and for a split second, he loses all concentration from the current video playing on his feed.
at the sight of your name, he’s immediately grimacing as he shifts around in his bed. with it going on 12 AM, hongjoong finds not a single ounce of fatigue coats his eyes. instead, he feels his chest begin to bubble with the slightest twinge of anger.
what the fuck do you want?
his thumb, without hesitation, swipes away the alert and he returns back to indulging in his video. it’s of a girl strumming chords on an acoustic guitar, and hongjoong seems to enjoy the melody. though when another notifcation comes buzzing through, his peaceful mood quickly turns into annoyance.
y/n sent you a snap.
y/n sent you a snap.
y/n sent you a snap.
y/n sent you a snap.
“you’ve got to be…” scoffing, hongjoong’s eyes do a quick roll as he now begins to sit up. he firstly reaches over to turn on the lamp near his bed, feeling the covers gently slide down and off of him in the process.
then, resting his bare back against the headboard, he brings a single knee up from once being outstretched and rests a forearm against it.
what could possibly be so important you had to send him five snaps? from what he recalled, you were supposed to be pissed at him- he had taken the family-shared car earlier in the evening, despite you calling dibs on it.
and, yeah, he knew you had plans with your friends tonight. he just truly did not care. hence, why you’re angry at him.
with a leisure attitude, hongjoong goes in to finally click on your videos. however, he swiftly pauses and hovers his thumb over the screen. he thinks harder on this memory.
oh, fuck him.
you better not be sending him a minute long rant video because of that. god, you and your yelling fits. if this is the case, he thinks he’d rather get your tantrum out of the way or else he’s positive you’re going to continue blowing up his phone with them.
at times like this, hongjoong always finds himself hating how he ended up with you as his step-sister.
his catty, whiny, always complaining step-sister.
what makes matters worse is you two somehow ended up being close in age; you’re only 2 years apart with him being younger. you both attend the same community college. and, you’re forced to live under the same roof as one another. there’s always constant fighting, constant bickering between you two.
so, hongjoong wouldn’t even be surprised if you really did send him a whole ass tangent about how selfish and shitty he is. it wouldn’t be the first time you did this either. he’s just lucky you’re sending it over the phone versus storming into his room and screaming at him. which for the record, you have done that too.
“whatever,” hongjoong mutters softly to himself, with him beginning to click on your alert.
the press immediately transports him out of instagram and to the snapchat catalog of all of his recent chats. besides your messages, hardly any other reside here. yeah, there was a couple of unopened ones from his chemistry lab group-chat, but being honest, he just wasn’t going to respond to jung wooyoung’s poor attempt at flirting with everyone else.
with this said, he doesn’t waste much longer in terms of responding to you, with him tapping on the purple icon. for a second, the video doesn’t open, almost as if there was a lag.
he tilts his head to the side and lets out a harsh sigh. he goes to click on it again and this time the video quickly fills each corner of his screen.
yet, what stares back at him is not a rant video. there’s no yelling; he couldn’t even see your face. instead, there’s immediate shuffling of your phone in a dimly lit room—your bed room. the video is shaky and blurred, and hongjoong begins to question if there’d even been a purpose to it when the screen begins panning down.
it continues to descend further and further, raking the frame over some large area of fabric, until eventually it lands on your completely bare, naked cunt.
the moment he registers what’s on his phone, hongjoong’s eyes go wide and instantly he starts coughing from shock.
what the fuck is he watching right now?
before he can exit out that video, it quickly cuts off and a new one pops up. this time your pussy is already in full display for the viewer, the camera being only a few inches away from his eyes.
soon, your hand comes into frame, and freshly manicured nails begin to touch at your sex, lightly grazing it.
“what the hell..?” hongjoong’s left starstruck.
even when you ever so slowly, use two fingers to first get a good handle on your thick lips, then proceed to spread them apart—revealing your pink insides, he’s in awe. even when you send a single finger to stroke up the middle of your slit, he still can’t seem to believe what he’s witnessing. even as you detach your finger from your cunt, now sticky with a stringy liquid, hongjoong has absolutely no idea what the fuck to think.
but even as the video rolls on, he doesn’t will himself to leave it. he isn’t sure if it’s from pure shock or downright disgust that’s keeping him intrigued, but he finds himself trained to the screen. not once has he looked away. his gaze remains on your exposure, and without any thought, a pulse rockets throughout his body.
as a new clip progresses, his breathing is turning heavier and more labored. your touch that once started off so airy has swiftly turned into aggressive fingering.
the camera work becomes increasingly shaky the longer the video continues, and now he swears he can see your hips fighting to match pace with your desperate rubbing.
some of the wet spots coating your cunt would glimmer from the light, and yet again that same jolt rushes through hongjoong’s body.
his volume hadn’t been up that loudly, however faint whimpers and occasional moans could still be made out, courtesy of you. he thinks anytime he heard those, an uncomfortable surge courses throughout his veins.
especially since he can already imagine the faces you must be making. your dismissive eye rolls, the frustrated nose scrunches, he feels he can construct your expression right now just because he knows you that well.
fuck. and there he goes with another surge. this time accompanied with a quick jerk of his thighs.
the series of videos eventually come to an end. you were able to get in another hearty buck of your hips, which caused the loudest moan of the night to soar out of your mouth. then after that, the video ends and hongjoong’s whisked back to the message log, now waiting for his response.
slow blinks.
that’s all hongjoong can manage for right now.
slow blinks and a dropped mouth from whatever fucking porn video you—his step-sister—just sent him.
what the actual fuck?
a minute goes by that he’s left you on open. within that time frame, he sees your bitmoji appear at the top of the log, sporting its usual thinking face. three ellipsis are right next to the character which indicates that you’re typing.
soon, an actual message comes up, and as if his brain is on autopilot, his thumb falls down to tap on your notification. he’s instantly dragged back into the chat with you.
y/n:
| no fucking way i just did that
| oh my god
| oh my fucking god
| did i actually just send you that?
why does he feel his heart beating faster? licking his lips, he manages to type out a response.
hongjoong:
| yeah, you did
| what the fuck was that?
y/n:
| NO
| holy fuck
| shit that wasn’t meant for you hongjoong
| i meant to send that to someone else
see, now that thought never crossed his mind. actually, no thoughts did until now. you accidentally sent him a nude? how does that even happen?
hongjoong regards your latest texts in perplexity, all the while your own bitmoji character sits idly in the corner, waiting for his response. about 10 seconds pass when your character darts out from said corner and thought bubbles appear next to it.
y/n:
| hongjoong i swear to god you better not tell another living soul about this
| you’ll be fucking dead. DEAD. do you hear me?
| yah, answer me.
| answer big sister and tell her you won’t open up your goddamn mouth about this.
“oh, my...” murmuring, he flops his head against the wall and scoffs. he hates whenever you do this. reestablishing your dominance—like he’s your pet or some shit. god, you get on his nerves.
he blows out a jagged breath. the pads of his fingers begin to leisurely tap at the screen.
but, fucking hell. why did reading that make his stomach twist?
hongjoong:
| okay i swear i wont say anything
a response from you appears out of no where.
y/n:
| say it again
the tinniest groan gets caught in his throat as his eyes crinkle in anguish. what the hell are you doing to him? do you get off on embarrassing him? he didn’t even do anything, and yet he’s being treated like this.
hongjoong:
| noona, i promise i won’t say anything
| alright? i’m not gonna say a single thing to anyone
y/n:
| yeah you won’t
| don’t say anything
| don’t even THINK about what you saw
his teeth pull his bottom lip inwards, and hongjoong gnaws on it.
hongjoong:
| okay
y/n:
| i’m so serious.
hongjoong:
| i hear you, okay? i’ll forget about the whole thing
your bitmoji sits in the corner, as if it’s gathering its thoughts. then, with one final thought bubble, it spits out the last remaining texts before you completely disappear from chat.
y/n:
| yeah you will.
| fucking perv
| and don’t talk to me at all tomorrow
| i don’t want to see you
| don’t even look at me
| is that clear?
and that was that. after those messages, you never came back, not even when hongjoong replied to your words with a mere, ‘okay’. you didn’t even open it.
with a shaky breath, he exits out of the app and then eventually decides to just shut off his phone.
he sits. waiting for what exactly? hongjoong doesn't know, but he decides to give himself some time to process everything that just happened.
his step-sister was sending nudes to someone else...but accidentally sent it to him?
hongjoong's eyes glance upward as he replays the text messages in his mind. that's exactly what you said. it had been a mistake, those videos.
his gaze travels down as he continues to revisit the whole thing. those weren't rant videos. not like how he previously believed. he had held his breath in anticipation of getting screamed at, yet instead it was practically the opposite.
no yelling, but a quiet stillness. no harsh pointing, but soft touches. rough grunts of frustration were actually tiny whimpers of desperation.
"no way...." hongjoong cups a hand over his mouth as his mind wanders now to the videos, the contents of them.
your pussy was just out. bare. a full on nude.
he remembers your sex was shaven down quite a bit, with hardly any stubble budding out. your skin was nearly smooth. just how hongjoong prefers it- god, what the fuck?
what the hell is he thinking right now? you're his step-sister for fuck’s sake. it's vile of him to think this way about you. it's downright disgusting of him. he knows this.
shaking his head, hongjoong attempts to break away his thoughts, but they're plastered to his brain. no matter how hard he forces himself to think otherwise, his mind is being flooded with recollections of those stupid fucking videos.
your fingers coming down to tease the camera, now he's starting to recall that. how much juice you were leaking out, he can picture the spouts of liquid in his head. your hips fucking your hand with a clear need to get off—hongjoong nearly groans aloud from watching that scene play out.
he's so consumed in these memories; he doesn't even register the fact he's beginning to pull down his pants. he only brings them down till it reaches his mid-thigh, then immediately he starts palming his underwear.
the moment he feels a sense of relief, lips slightly parted as he grips his thick erection in all directions, it's then he realizes what he's about to do. oh, god.
his hand continues to work through the fabric in attempt to satiate the growing desire in his gut. he didn’t want to do this. he truly had no desire. but, the thoughts kept replaying. those same surges from earlier are coursing through his body before ending with a pulse to his poor cock.
hongjoong huffs a little, this time grabbing the waistband and shoving it far enough to where his hard-on springs up. it’s red and swollen, with tiny drops of wetness leaking from the top, and he doesn’t waste a second grabbing the base to start jerking it.
‘fucking perv’
that had been one of the lasts things you’d texted before disappearing on him. initially it hurt his gut to see you call him that, but as he stares at the hand stimulating his dick, he couldn’t help but allow those words to fuel his drive.
you think he’s pervert? someone so fucking nasty?
audible breaths fill hongjoong’s ears as he speeds up his pace. going up and down, his fingers curl around his skin for a better grasp.
you probably are repulsed by him, hongjoong thinks to himself, such a disgusting little brother.
quickly letting go, he gathers all the spit in his mouth and propels it towards his palm then returns back to stroking himself. the lubrication makes for a warm sensation, one that hongjoong just melts into. he lets his back relax against the surface as waves of pleasure ripple throughout his cock.
a low grunt topples from his lips, “well, you- you did this to me. all your fault…y/n-ah...”
his pelvis had twitched and bucked upward, causing his hand to squeeze perfectly around the tip and him to softly moan. he didn’t even mean for that to happen, it was just reactive. all because of you.
your stupid cunt flashes in his mind once again, and he feels his hand increase as well. the soft whimpers you produced swirl in his ears which makes his own moans grow louder. you’re the only thing in his head right now, and holy hell, he doesn’t want it to stop. not anymore.
his hips rut faster and faster into his hand, now finding no reason to hold back. your slick pussy that looked so eatable it made him rock hard, he’s thinking about that. he keeps the images of you trapped within his thoughts, no longer wanting them to escape.
“gah…!”
beads of pre-cum dribble from hongjoong’s slit as he finds great elation in the way he’s absolutely fucking his hand. there’s no other way to say it. he truly is fucking his hand, now imagining it was parts of you instead.
your velvet walls would take him so well, he fucking knows they would.
would be warm like his palm and contract perfectly like his fingers. he mimics his thoughts with his actions, and heavy pants waft around in the air.
he feels himself getting close. the sensation that once creeped within him is now present, desperate to spill out.
his stomach convulses as he thrusts harsher and wildly into his hand. fuck, he’d never thought he’d orgasm so fast. he tries his hardest to stop it. he tries to cut back on his pace, but that’s nearly impossible when it’s like he’s in a trance. it just feels too good.
and when hongjoong starts to see white behind his eyes, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. his eyes squint with a grimace, “fuck...fuck…fu-uck..oh, I’m cuh...”
with one final buck, his orgasm hits him straight in his core, and he loses all control. strings of cum shoot out from his tip and land in every direction, his body tensing from the rapid shaking. even as he’s painfully aware of his fingers pumping away at his stiff cock, he’d rather envision it’s your nasty cunt he’s filling up.
a milky overload gushing out of your entrance, he acts as if your pussy couldn’t handle how much cum he had, and so he had no choice but to finish on your pussy lips. the picture is clear in his head, and it makes his eyes vibrate with a roll.
he moans heartily during it all, and even when his dick starts to become overstimulated, he doesn’t care. the pleasure still remains, so he continues to milk out his lasting semen until his hand is drowning in the liquid and eventually no more is coming out.
as he’s coming down from his high, the bliss overtaking his emotions, there’s truly only one thing left on his mind.
just how screwed he is for the rest of his life.
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- Bonus -
five days.
it’s been five days: wednesday, thursday, plus the weekend, since you and hongjoong last had any sort of interaction, and you want to make sure it stays this way.
you’ve been avoiding him, that much is evident. while you had told him to not interact with you the next day, you personally just couldn’t do it.
the day after the incident, you whisked yourself out the house and decided to crash at a friend’s place. you were too mortified and pissed to even be in the same room as your step-brother. let alone bear the repercussions of it all.
god. how could you have been so stupid? all it took was one misclick, and the rest of the videos were just sent to that recipient—the wrong recipient. to make matters worse, you hadn’t noticed anything alarming until after the videos were both sent and opened by the absolute last past you could’ve shown. how lucky.
once the following monday hit, you knew it was time to come back home. your parents had been questioning your whereabouts since you disappeared with no heads-up, them constantly texting you. however, even with the obvious shift in tone, it seemed clear they were still in the dark about the reason behind your absence.
good. hongjoong better keep his fucking mouth shut if he wanted to live to see another day.
that also makes for an easier return back to the house, knowing the issue is self-contained. when you pull up in your driveway that morning, it also helps that your parents’ cars are gone. they’re definitely at work currently, so now you can have even more time to collect your thoughts.
you don’t see hongjoong’s car anywhere in sight, either, and now you’re even more relaxed. right, he should have classes around this time, while you on the other hand had the pleasures of having monday’s off.
climbing out of the car, you find the trek back into the house much easier. no one’s home, and they probably won’t be home for at least a couple of hours. meaning, you don’t have to worry about anything as of right now, you are golden to-
the moment you throw in the front door, entering your residence, an ambling body comes trotting down from the staircase, and the two of you instantly lock eyes.
your face goes slack.
what. the. fuck?
with a bare chest out on display, hair messily scattered, and sporting sleep shorts, hongjoong has all the characteristics of the i-just-rolled-out-of-bed attire, and that begins to irritate you. why the hell is he here right now? just like that, you’re back to being on guard.
hongjoong halts his movements for a second before continuing his descent downstairs, this time at a much slower pace. you figured he’d sense your rapid mood change as hot anger pricks at your skin, causing him to avert his gaze from yours.
reaching the bottom of the stairs, hongjoong rounds the corner, your eyes trailing after his body as he makes his way into the kitchen. you aren’t sure what takes over, but soon the fury you’re experiencing has you storming right along into the kitchen, as well.
“what the fuck are you doing here?” you sneer, slamming your hands down on the large island resting in the middle of the kitchen. you wanted answers and you wanted them now.
hongjoong, who’s standing on the complete other side, glances up from the bowl he recently grabbed and towards your power stance. the quick eye contact makes your stomach turn, but you make sure to appear indifferent.
“i woke up late today, then decided not to go to class,” his tone starts off like he’s tired, nearly dejected, but then it swiftly changes to that of something else, “are you finally back from your impromptu trip?”
you cock your head to the side. was that sarcasm you detected in his voice?
“what’s it to you?” there’s a snap to your question, but even that doesn’t seem to faze hongjoong.
he just turns his face away as he goes to speak, “just figured i should know. because if you are staying here….” he pauses briefly before letting out a dry laugh, “then technically i shouldn’t be talking to you, looking at you, or thinking about you,” he twists his head so fast, your attention gets recaptured by his piercing gaze, “isn’t that right?”
those words.
you had said that to him a few days ago out a fit of rage. and now, he’s hurling them back in your face.
your throat bobs uncomfortably as you try to swallow the imaginary thick pill, your demeanor somewhat faltering, “for the record…i meant every word.”
because truthfully, you did. you could not stand kim hongjoong before this whole thing happened, and you surely can’t stand him now. for your own sanity, he needs to keep a distance from you.
with a scowl, his nose turns upright at your statement, “really? but, you can slam your hands down and yell at me all you want? how does that make any sense?”
“i’m your senior, i can do whatever the hell i want.” you hiss right back, “doesn’t matter what i fucking said, all you need to do is listen.”
here we go with this.
“y/n, don’t try to-”
“what was that?” you buck your head forward with a disgusted face.
he takes a deep breath then tries once again, “y/n. it’s-”
“what?” you make sure to enunciate every letter.
hongjoong feels the anger boiling in his chest. with another irritated sigh, he opens his mouth, “noona-”
you stop him from progressing with his sentence, seeing as that word alone proved your point. you’re above him systematically. there’s nothing else to argue. as your younger brother, he needs to accept this fact and just do as he’s told.
“are you understanding now? how this works?” you fake sincerity with your questions, watching his own lividness unravel within his eyes. you don’t care, though. you want to make him feel low, “so when i tell you to not fucking look at me unless i’m talking to you, what does that mean, hongjoong? do you get what i’m saying?”
his knuckles are turning white. he didn’t even realize he’d been gripping the bowl so tightly until a sharp pain rockets through his hand. he lets go instantly, though fails to speak a word to you.
eyeing him up and down, you take the lack of response as a sign of victory. after a beat of silence, you backpedal slightly away from the island. now, after that, it’s time to raid the refrigerator for some breakfast.
while you venture off towards the refrigerator, you register how hongjoong doesn’t move an inch.
the fridge doors open, and with unconscious thoughts tumbling out in a murmur, you mindlessly search around for anything that catches your attention. all the while, an eerie stillness has taken over hongjoong.
you scan around, lowly muttering to yourself, “…wouldn’t even be surprised if he turned out to be a fucking pervert…probably enjoyed watching those videos….getting off on them…..what a—!”
a hand comes in contact the one of the doors, the force making it slam shut. hongjoong slides his way into your proximity, and you can already see the anger emanating off his body. he stares you down menacingly as now you begin to feel trapped.
“you want me to tell you the real reason why i woke up late this morning?” he starts off with narrow eyes. when you don’t give a reply, too busy trying to reel-in from the sudden outburst, he takes that as a sign to continue speaking. he bores his gaze deeply into yours, “ever since you sent me those stupid, fucking nudes, i can’t stop thinking about them.”
wow. your eyes go wide a that, your breath hitching in the process.
he doesn’t waste another second, quickly adding on to that, “they’ve been so intrusive, infecting my thoughts—my dreams,” his eyes scattily absorb your expression, intaking the wave of emotions that wash over your face, “it’s gotten to the point where i’ve been fucking myself raw before bed, just so i can sleep comfortably. every night, cumming over and over again to the thought of my big sister’s pussy.“
he watches the horror override your once sly attitude. and god, does it feel great to finally have you so shocked.
he drops his hand from the metal doors, then begins to step away, “how about it? is knowing that going to cure that rancid attitude of yours, noona?”
just like your previous ones, hongjoongs’ questions are rhetorical. he doesn’t want an answer from you. no, that wasn’t the goal of his confession. he just knew he wanted to make you feel as sick as you did to him.
and there’s nothing sicker than the truth.
hongjoong doesn’t stick around much longer after that bomb drop, with him retreating back to his room upstairs. you’re still in the kitchen, trying to process what the actual fuck you just heard.
he rounds the corner, about to take the first step upwards, when his vision flickers over to you one last time. you’re spaced out in a stare, your breathing regular and even. you’re frozen like a statue.
but when his gaze peers down to your legs, and the slight clutch they do, he knew from this moment things would really never be the same.
You start to fail one of your classes at college and San as your professor notices that. He decides to help you out as a good professor, but it takes another turn…
PAIRINGS: soft dom!San x fem!reader
GENRE: smut, professor x student, college AU
TAGS: smut, unprotected sex (don’t!), fingering, cum swallowing, praising, use of pet name (love), divorce!, cheating, age gap (San is in his 30s and reader is 22.), swearing, lmk it I missed anything
WC: 7K
A/N: here I am with writing a professor x student smut. I feel kind of ashamed but nvm! I don’t know if I love this one or hate it… if you find any mistakes lmk. English is not my first language!!
Your attention was focused on your notes and you nervously tapped your pen on the desk. You were nervous. Nervous that you don't understand it. You always understood everything and you were always the best of the best. Your grades were something that made you happy, successful and you felt at least somehow important. Well, a short circuit came, a short circuit that you didn't know would ever happen. You started to fail Media & Communications. The subject was quite fun, you understood it from the beginning and did well, but as time went on it somehow went downhill.
"Ms. Y/n.” A male voice was heard, which interrupted you out of your thoughts. You looked up from your notes and looked at your professor of Media & Communications. "Stay after class." He ordered and you nodded, you knew what it was about. Mr. Choi was a good professor, he cared about the students and that they understood the subject, which most professors did not do.
When the class ended, you stood up, holding your notes tightly in your hand, but the rest of your things were in your backpack, which was slung over your shoulder. The classroom was emptied and only you and the professor remained there.
"Yes, Professor?" You asked him nervously, he was leaning his body against his desk, he had glasses on his eyes and his hair was slicked back. He was wearing a shirt with a tie and black pants that fit him perfectly.
“You are failing my class.” He remarked how you wouldn't know about it yourself. His gaze shifted to you and your nervous expression. A small sigh escaped your lips and you held the notes even tighter than before.
“I know…” You admitted, he adjusted his glasses a bit and raised an eyebrow at your answer.
"And? What's the problem?" He asked, placing his hands over his chest as he scanned you from top to bottom. Your hair was down, you were wearing a black shirt that hugged your body. Your skirt was short, above the knees, but not too short.
"Well..." You swallowed loudly and looked at him, his shape was casual, but he was patiently waiting for your answer. "I just don't understand the subject." You admitted, biting your bottom lip nervously.
“I figured that out, Y/n.” He bounced away from his desk and walked over to his chair. He sat down and took a pen in his hand. He raised his eyebrows again and waited for what you would say next, but when you remained silent he asked again. "What exactly do you not understand?" He started rummaging through the papers while you shifted nervously from foot to foot. You felt embarrassed that you were dealing with something like this at all. You were always a good student, even excellent.
“Journalism & News Reporting…” You mumbled like you didn't even want him to know. He shifted his eyes from his papers to you and raised one eyebrow. At first you had the feeling that he didn't hear you, but then he started talking again.
"Were you thinking about getting a tutor? Or asking your classmates about it?” A small sigh escaped his lips and you shifted your gaze to the ground.
"I asked a classmate about it but I still don't get it. I just have trouble with finding the researches.” You ruffled your hair nervously and he nodded at your answer. He saw that you were nervous. He knew you. You always sat quietly at the end of the row, right at the front and listened carefully. You were one of those students who excelled in his class. You were an excellent student, you always handed in your materials on time and you always had an A+, sometimes an A, but you never failed. He was quite surprised when he read your test and saw that you wrote nonsense there.
"Do you have time tomorrow?" He broke the silence between you. You redirected your gaze to him and blinked quickly being surprised.
“What?” You asked because you weren't sure if you heard him correctly, but when he repeated the question, you parted your lips.
"Do you have time tomorrow, Ms. Y/n?” With a raised eyebrow, he watched as your lips slightly parted over his words.
“Y-yes I have.”
"Good. Stay after class tomorrow. Bring your materials.” He said and stood up from his chair, leaning his hands on the desk and watched as you nodded and bowed your head in gratitude and respect. Without a word, you turned around and walked out of the classroom. When the door closed behind you, you leaned against it and sighed loudly.
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After the class next day, you stayed, just like he told you to. You nervously sat in place and waited until the class was empty. "Good luck." Your friend told you as she packed her things and with those words she left, leaving you sitting there alone.
When all of a sudden they all left, the class fell silent and a slight chill ran down your spine. While he was just sitting on his chair and leafing through his papers. With your hands on your thighs, you nervously wondered if you should say anything at all or wait until he transferred his attention to you. It took a while until he stopped flipping through the papers. But when he finished, he slowly got up from the chair and walked over to your desk.
"So, show me where are you stuck at?" He didn't usually tutor. Well, never. This was the first time he tutored one of his students. It was forbidden in their code, but he broke it and was willing to help even if you didn't ask for it. He didn't even know why he did it, but it was probably because he felt sorry for you. He saw how you struggle with it and try to understand it, but somehow you couldn't bear it. San noticed you, but rather in the form that every professor do to every student who is doing well.
“Well, the assignment that you gave us. I found some interesting topic but I am struggling with finding the right resources how you taught us.” You took your computer from your bag and turned it on. While you were waiting for the computer, which for some reason was turning on even more slowly than usual, he asked:
"What topic?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and put his hands in the pockets of his pants. This time he didn't have glasses on his eyes, which usually fit him nicely. He was wearing a white shirt again, which was a little unbuttoned, but not too much. His hair was slicked back as usual.
"The future of work." You admitted and watched as he sighed at your answer.
"Good idea, but too difficult to make a research." You opened your mouth as if you wanted to protest him, but you didn't know how. He was right, that's why you're sitting here.
"Um, what about Human trafficking awareness?" He thought for a short moment and when he thought of an interesting topic, he proposed it to you. You tilted your head to the side and nodded at his suggestion.
"That could be good too."
“Good.” He replied and sighed. You redirected your gaze to the computer that was already on and cleared your throat a little. Then you opened the material and bit your lip, while he took out his phone from his pocket and started texting. He had a disgusted expression on his forms and for a few seconds he was as if frozen. You didn't pay much attention to it, but you still tried wrote things in the material that you still knew how to do. But then the bad always came. Writing about what it is and how it works went well for you, but when it came to research, you had a block.
San put his phone in his pocket when he noticed that you stopped writing. Your look was confused, he could see it on you. The problem is that you really don't understand it, not that you chose the wrong topic. He slowly walked up to you from behind and leaned down to get a good look at your computer. His face was inches away from yours, you could smell his perfume as soon as he bent down. He ran his eyes over the screen and carefully read what you wrote.
"If you want to have a good research you need to gather your information from blogs." He informed you as he kept reading your notes.
“Yeah, I know that but those blogs are hard to find.” You admitted and swallowed loudly. When he finally pulled away, you were relieved. You let out a huge sigh that you didn't even know you were holding back.
"Hm..." His eyes narrowed and he began to think. "Are you using keywords?" He asked you with a raised eyebrow, while you turned your head to look at him at least out of the corner of your eye.
"No…?"
"You need to use keywords or you won't be able to find anything good and interesting." He answered you right away, you parted your lips as if you wanted to say something, but then you immediately closed them and just nodded your head at his sentence.
As time went by, an hour passed since you were sitting here with him. You collected information and it was more than you thought you would collect. San cleared his throat and looked at his watch on his wrist.
"We will work on it tomorrow." He let out a sigh and you lifted your gaze from the screen to look at him. He had a tired look on his face, which you noticed only now. You felt bad that he had to stay here because of you.
"I think I understand it now." You gave him a sweet smile and turned off the computer. San looked at you in surprise but then nodded at your statement. You packed your things in your backpack and got up from your chair.
"Thank you." You started talking, and he looked up from the ground and paid attention to you. "Thank you for your help, sir." You bowed your head as a sign of the respect you show him.
"No worries." He put his hands in his pants pockets again and watched as you smiled sweetly at him. Your smile was sincere and it warmed his heart at that moment, but then he put the thought behind him. You nodded at his words and directed your steps away from the classroom. You looked at him for the last time as you left and then closed the door.
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Weeks have passed since the professor tutored you and helped you. But there was one problem, you didn't know what to do again. You felt embarrassed that you would go to him with that, but you still went to see him after class.
"Professor?" He looked up from his papers and took off his glasses. "Yes?" He was actually quite surprised to see you standing in front of his desk.
"I feel dumb that I am asking about this again, but I am at the end of the research and I have a problem how to end it. I know that it's not your duty to help me and I also know that I shouldn't ask this-"
"Come to my office after your classes. Right down the hall.” Your eyes widened when he immediately cut you off. Your friend who was standing near you looked at you with a surprised expression.
“Okay.” You nodded and then started walking towards your friend and you walked out of the classroom together. San watched you run out of the classroom, your hair blowing in the air and how you laughed at something your friend said. He started paying a lot of attention to you, and he didn't like it. He was interrupted from his observation by the ringing of the phone. When he saw who was calling, he rolled his eyes and picked up the phone.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Your wife refuses to sign the papers no matter what." It echoed from the other side of the phone, at which he sighed and rubbed his face. He leaned his body more against the chair and thought.
"Tell her that I agree." He blurted out.
"What? Are you insane? There is a big chance that you will win it.”
"Tell her that I agree and that she can keep that damn apartment." He said again and more clearly. He was so done with that shit, he was tired.
“San-“
“I have a class. Do what I said…” With those words, he ended the conversation and let out an annoyed sigh. Finally he can get rid of that woman.
"Going to Mr. Choi office? Y/n you don't seem like you-"
"What the hell?! No! It's not like that." You punched her on the shoulder with a furrowed brow, but she only let out a laugh.
"Come on, don't tell me that you never had thought about him like that." She swallowed loudly and shook her head at her cocky thinking.
"Well, I didn't." You stopped in your tracks and raised your eyebrows. "Did you?" You asked and she just laughed and shrugged her shoulders.
"You are unbelievable!" You laughed at your friend and caught up with her. When you stopped by her locker, you leaned back and waited for her to take her things.
"I think you should fuck him." She blurted out and looked at you.
"What?" Your eyes widened and you stared at her in confusion. "I have a boyfriend, did you forget?" She rolled her eyes at your answer and sighed.
“Oh, you mean that asshole who cheated?” You were taken aback by her reminder. You swallowed loudly and shook your head. Whenever you thought that you are over it, someone slapped it in your face. Every damn time.
"It was a year ago... and he changed." You muttered as if you weren't sure if he had really changed. He's been acting strange lately, he's been more withdrawn from you and you haven't spent as much time together as before.
“People like him never change, y/n.” She commented while you nervously looked at the ground and thought. "I think you should do the same." She closed the locker and looked at you.
“Well. I am not like that. Besides he is our professor. He is like 8 years older than me.” Your friend shrugged her shoulders at your sentence. "But he is hot." When she saw how you opened your mouth and was about to say something, she immediately stopped you. "-and don't deny it!" She pointed a warning finger at you and you laughed at her behavior. Of course, he was hot. But that was it, or?
When your classes were over, you went to his office as he told you. You nervously held the laptop in your hand, and when you suddenly appeared in front of his door, you became even more nervous. Your friend's words stuck in your head and you couldn't suppress them. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Slowly, you raised your hand and knocked on the door. When his voice was heard "come in." you opened the door and stepped inside.
His body was completely leaning on the chair, his hair was messy, which you had never seen before, and he had a weird expression on the shapes. He look nervous, angry? He pointed to the place opposite him for you to sit down. And so you did. You sat across from him and nervously played with hem of your skirt. Why did he look so good? Nope. Don't think about it. You repeated in your head.
"Show me." He blurted out, breaking you out of your thoughts.
"What?" You looked up at him and blinked quickly your eyes as if you didn't understand what he meant
“The research.” He cleared his throat and leaned closer. Your parted her lips and shook your head, turned on the laptop and opened the research folder. Then your turned the laptop towards him and he began to scan it with his eyes. You watched how his chest rose gently when he breathed and how his adam’s apple always rose a little when he swallowed. It was hard to take your eyes off him. He noticed your look very well, felt it. But for some reason he liked it... You cleared your throat a little and then you realized that you were staring at him for too long.
Just then the phone rang, he shifted his gaze to the phone and sighed. He turned the mobile downwards and once again looked at the computer screen.
"If it's something important you can take it." You told him and he looked at you and then looked back at the screen. The cell phone started ringing again and he rolled his eyes and turned it off. His brow furrowed and he looked even more angry than before.
“I think we should discuss it tomorrow.” You started to get up from your chair and he raised an eyebrow. "Sit. Down." You swallowed at his voice, which was rougher than usual, and sat down to the chair. After a while, he started typing into your laptop what made you confused.
"I didn't-" When you wanted to say something, he turned the laptop towards you again.
"Done." He said and got up from his chair, as you swallowed loudly.
"Sir- I just wanted to discuss it not you to write it for me..." you got up from the chair and he just looked at you and leaned his body against his desk.
"You're welcome." That's the only thing he let out and he continued to watch you as your nervously cleared your throat and looked at him with an uncomprehending look.
"I feel bad-"
"There is nothing to feel bad about. I wrote if for you. You didn't ask for it so." He sighed and waited for your answer.
“I-… well thank you, sir.” The way you said 'sir' triggered something in him. He bit the inner corner of his mouth and nodded his head.
“Sorry to ask- but you seem tired. Are you feeling okay?” You said and he started paying attention to you even more. You didn't want him to take it as an insult, but you were interested. You've never seen him so freaked out. It was quite strange for you.
"It's nothing." He let out a fake smile. He was surprised that you noticed something about him and he was quite happy. It warmed his heart a little. You didn't want to pressure him, so you nodded and packed the laptop into your backpack. "Thank you again." You thanked again, but when you were about to leave, he stopped you.
"Wait-" You turned around and raised your eyebrows. He ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes for a moment as if was thinking. He didn't want to bother you with his problems. Hell, you were his student, so why did he want to tell you everything that was on his mind. What bothered him.
"I-..." for the first time in your life, you saw him as if he was lost. As if he couldn't find the right words to say. "I just divorced recently and I don't know it's just been a hard time for me lately." His words surprised you that he confided something like that to you. You devoted your attention only to him and his nervous expression.
"I am sorry to hear that."
"I am not, it's just she has been pissing me off lately. She is refusing to sign the papers.” He throwed his hands in the air and you raised an eyebrow at his angry reaction.
"Why?”
“I don’t know. But she makes me sick.” He confessed and broke eye contact with you. He felt embarrassed that he was telling you this, but inside his heart he was relieved. He felt much better when he told you and got it out.
"What happened between you two, if I may ask?" You were curious and you could never suppress it. Even if sometimes your curiosity was too much, he didn't seem to mind that you were asking.
"I found out that she has been cheating on me." Your eyes widened when he said what happened. You cleared your throat and nodded.
"Well, she is a bitch. I know how you feel. Betrayed? Not enough?” When the word bitch escaped from your mouth he chuckled. But then, when you started to name how he feels, his smile slipped out of shape.
"How do you know?"
"Well, my boyfriend cheated on me a year ago so I kind of know how you feel. But when she is your or I- I mean 'was' your wife then you must feel a lot of worse." Your words were true, but something made him angry when he said that your boyfriend cheated on you. Why? You were kind, smart and attractive...
"Are you still with him?" You were taken aback by his question. But you let out a sigh and nodded your head.
“Why?” He asked being curious, why would you stay with someone who cheated on you? San saw it as a betrayal, when he learned that his wife had cheated on him. That's why he threw the divorce papers in front of her the very next day.
"I don't know..." You really didn't know why you were still with him and why you forgave him. You felt love for him, but it faded over time, but when he came begging to the door with flowers in hand, it warmed your heart.
Although it was probably because you didn't want to feel alone. "I didn't want to feel lonely I guess." The atmosphere between you was quite awkward and serious. San sighed at your words and pursed his lips.
He undrestand, you're young and you didn't want to be alone. Loneliness is the worst, he always said.
He thought for so long before submitting the divorce papers. He wanted to communicate it, but also he didn't feel like it. He didn't want to forgive her even in his worst dream. It was disgusting what she did, and the love for her immediately disappeared, no matter what it was.
Well, he thought about the fact that he would be alone. He was alone as always. Although he didn't want to feel that way, he didn't want to live with someone who lies.
“You know people like that never change?” He asked and his words were sharp, as if he wanted to change your thinking about how it really is.
"I know." You nodded at his words and sighed. You knew that everyone who tells you that is right. They don't change. Never. Even so, you believed that he was different, that he wouldn't do it again. San didn't answer your words, as if he didn't know what to say. There was an awkward silence between you, but then he broke it.
"Did you ever think about doing the same to him?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. His thoughts started going where they shouldn't, again. Ever since he tutored you for the first time, he started thinking about you differently than before. His eyes always fell on you even during class, in the corridor. He watched how you always wore only skirts to school, once you wore a skirt that was too short and it almost stuck out your whole ass. And you were wearing the same skirt now. He didn't want to think of you like that. But he couldn't control himself. That day he spent the whole time with the pain in his pants.
San knew that it was wrong and that you were too young for him, to hell with the fact that you were his student, but the way you looked at him, which you probably didn't even realize, made him want to fuck you even more.
“No….” Your lips parted as if you wanted to say something more. He pushed his body off his desk and moved closer to you. “Do you think about it now?” He watched your surprised expression, he didn't even know what he was doing. Well, he longed for you. He watched as you set your lips into a thin line and then bit down on them, as if you weren’t so sure what he meant.
"What do you mean?" You asked him to know what he was running into right now. He moved closer to you and leaned down so that he was dangerously close to your lips. “What do you think that I mean, y/n?” He raised his eyebrows as if he was curious about what exactly you were thinking about right now. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers touched your cheek and you stopped breathing for a moment. What he did was wrong, and you knew it yourself. But you couldn't tear yourself away. Something was holding you in place.
"Would you like to do the same to him? Do you want him to feel like a shit, which he deserves?” You swallowed loudly at his words and watched as he looked at your lips. He wanted to kiss you so badly, but he was waiting for your answer.
"Yes." You mumbled like you weren't sure if you really wanted it. "You don't sound so sure." He tilted his head to the side, watching your nervous expression. “Yes, I do.” You blurted out more clearly and he chuckled. Without further warning, he pressed his lips to yours. He put one hand on your waist and other one on your cheek, gently caressing it with his fingers. The kiss was soft at first, but then he deepened it and began to kiss you more dominantly. His grip on your waist was tight and he pulled you even closer. When you felt his hard cock through his pants you let out a little sigh and he took it as a good chance to enter his tongue into your mouth. The kiss was hungry, something you never experienced before.
"We shouldn't." Your hand touched his chest but you didn't pull away. "I know, but fuck I can't help it." He tried to breathe it out, kissing your lips was his new obsession. He wanted to kiss you everywhere, but when you said you two shouldn't, he looked at you with a desperate look. "Tell me to stop and I will." He blurted out, keeping eye contact with you.
"I don't want you to stop." You admitted and swallowed loudly, his pupils widening at your answer. He moved the other hand that was on your cheek to your waist and started to navigate it to his desk. When your ass leaned against it, he immediately lifted you up a little so that you were sitting on it. He pressed his lips to yours again and slowly began to leave wet kisses everywhere. He slid one hand slowly under your short skirt and his touch sent chills down your spine. His touch was hot, and powerful, something you wanted to feel all the time. He pulled away his hand from your thigh and he touched your shirt and he took it of from you, leaving you in your bra.
For a short moment he looked at you with an amazement, then he pressed his lips to your neck and his hands started to roam all over your body. His fingers traced the lace edge of your bra, his touch gentle yet insistent. He unhooked the clasp slowly, his eyes locked onto yours now, watching for any sign that you might pull back. The bra fell away, revealing your breasts to his hungry gaze. He took a shuddering breath. “Fuck, so beautiful.” He complimented you as he took a step back, admiring you. You blushed at him, of course your boyfriend complimented you, but when San said it, it was different. You felt more… confident and appreciated. With one swift move you pulled him back by his black tie which he smirked at. Slowly with your fingers you started to unbutton his shirt as he watched you getting more and more eager for him.
When he saw how you are struggling with the buttons, he moved your hand away and did it by himself. “Are you that nervous that you can’t even unbutton it, love?” San looked at you with raised eyebrow and with a grin. God he was so hot. You knew that you shouldn’t do it. Fuck, he was your professor. But handsome professor…
“Maybe.” You swallowed when he pulled his t-shirt off, revealing his toned abs. He tossed it somewhere and slowly with your fingers you started to caress his abs. Your movements were slow, controlled and you observed him. “If you won’t stop touching me like that I won’t be able to control myself.” He grabbed you by your chin to make you look at him. His eyes were narrowed and there was a hunger in them, possession. “Yeah? Maybe I don’t want you to control yourself.” You leaned closer to his ear and whispered into it, your hot breath tickling his ear. He smirked at you again and he kissed your neck again, his hand slowly making his move to your breasts.
He touched your breast which made you gasp and you squeeze your eyes at the feeling. He chuckled against your neck as he felt how you stopped breathing for a second. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on one of your breasts, his eyes never leaving yours. His tongue gently flicked out, circling your nipple before taking it fully into his mouth. He sucked gently, his other hand cupping and massaging your other breast. You let out a moan when his tongue touched your nipple, immediately a chill ran down your spine.
“Please-“ The throbbing feeling between your legs was getting more and more uncomfortable and painful. He pulled away from your nipple and looked at you with a cocky grin. “Please what, love?” You were out of breath, your chest rising up in an incredible way. “I need you, please.” You were eager, like never before. You needed him. And you could feel that he needed you too. Again, he captured your lips as he pulled your skirt down, revealing your clothed core. One hand was gripping tightly your waist, while other one touched with his index finger your clothed pussy. He could feel how wet you were and that drove him crazy even more. With a smirk he pulled your panties down, exposing your wet core.
“This wet for me? Fuck-“ He chuckled and you kissed him again, to make him shut up. His words were confident like he knew what to do. It was different than previous sex you had. This one was more heated, more touchy. And you liked that. Slowly with his thumb he started circling your clit with a skillful touch. He watched as you broke apart at his touch. His teasing was painful but in a different way, pain that you enjoyed.
San pushed two fingers inside you, his thumb continuing to circle your clit. He began to pump his fingers in and out, finding your sweet spot with each stroke. “Do you enjoy your professor’s fingers inside you, love?” Only a moan escaped from your mouth, he felt how your walls hugged his fingers perfectly when he hit that sweet spot which made you gasp every time.
“Tell me how much you enjoy it.” He lifted your chin again to make an eye contact with you. Your cheeks were flushed red and you had a begging look in your eyes, that look that made him harder than before.
“I- fuck, I need more.” That’s the only thing that escaped your mouth, he let out a chuckle and put a third finger in you, stretching you even more. You gasped when he speeded up the pace, making you a moan mess. He felt that you were close when your walls tightened around his fingers more, he continued to rub your clit with his thumb. His other hand reached up to squeeze your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers. He leaned down to capture your mouth with his, swallowing your moans as he brought you closer to the edge.
He groaned deeply as he felt your climax, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers. He kissed you fiercely, drinking in your cries of pleasure. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips. He licked them clean, never breaking eye contact. You watched how he licked his fingers covered with your cum. His hands moved on your thighs, spreading them wider as he stood up between them. His belt hit the floor with a clatter and he pushed his boxers down, his hard length springing free. He stroked himself once, then positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes intense.
He teased you for a moment, the head of his cock sliding up and down your folds, coating himself in your wetness. Then, with a sudden thrust, he entered you fully, his thickness stretching you deliciously.
“Fuck, so-“ he moaned as he entered you. “So tight.” San smirked as he watched your mouth fall open in a perfect 'O' of pleasure, your gasp music to his ears. Slowly, he began to move, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in, setting a deep, intense rhythm. His hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. He kept thrusting deeply, hitting that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back. He watched hungrily as you made those beautiful sounds, his face contorted with pleasure and concentration. He could feel you getting tighter around him.
"Turn over, love.” He slowly pulled his cock out as he ordered you to turn around. He stepped back a little to give you a room to turn around. With a confused look on your face, you turned around slowly. He leaned his chest against you from behind, his hard cock touching your bare ass. “Fuck, so beautiful when you obey like this.” San leaned closer to you, whispering into your ear words that made you like crazy. “Good girl, just for me.” He was something else, no doubt that your classmates date older man. They are different, more manly.
He put his large hands on your waist possessively, gripping it tightly. He kicked your legs wider, then without second thought he slammed back into you from behind, filling you to the brim again. He started pounding into you, which made you bent over a little and put your hands on the desk, gaining some stability. His hot breath was against your neck as you squeezed your eyes at his deep thrusts, his cock hitting every right spot.
“San~” He groaned deeply as he heard you calling him 'San' for the first time, the familiarity sending shivers down his spine. He pressed his chest against your back even more as he continued to thrust into you. “Say it again. Say my name.” With a moan he said as he started to kiss your neck, biting it.
“San-“ You moaned his name again, as he kept pounding into you, his hands roaming over your stomach and up to your breasts. When all of a sudden your phone started to ring, he quickly reached for your phone and chuckled when he saw the phone caller ‘Boyfriend’. But he didn’t stop, instead he wrapped his arms around your waist more and pulled you even closer.
“Answer it. On speaker.” His voice was low, something inside him snapped when he saw the name on display. “What?” You asked out of breath as he kept pounding into you, his balls slapping against your ass each time.
“Answer him, love. Let’s see if you can keep quiet.” When he accepted the incoming call, he put it on speaker and put it before your mouth.
“Y-yes?” You answered as you swallowed loudly, trying to stay silent. He continued his relentless thrusts, his breath hot against your ear as he watched you answer the phone. Your boyfriend's voice floated out, concerned. “Everything alright?”
“Yeah, everything- everything’s fine.” After your answer you put your hand over your mouth, his thrusts became slower, more deliberate, each movement designed to make you moan, to make you struggle keeping you quiet. He noticed when you put your hand over your mouth to stay silent, trying to be the good girlfriend – and it made him want to fuck you harder.
"Are you sure?"
“I am fine!” You replied with a raised voice as San smirked at your reaction, feeling a thrill at the slight raise in your voice. He knew he's making you struggle to maintain the lie, making you struggle to keep quiet while he used you. "When are you coming home?” He asked you, keeping the conversation going.
“In- in an hour.” You swallowed loudly as San bit your neck, leaving a wet kisses behind. His thrust were deep, deep enough to make you roll your eyes every time.
“Okay, love you.”
“Yeah, love-love you too.” As soon as you hanged up the phone, San bit down lightly on your shoulder instead of your neck this time, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Love you," he mocked softly, his hips resuming their powerful rhythm. “You must love him so much when you let your professor fuck you in his- in his own office.” He struggled with his words as he felt your walls tighten around his cock. “I- fuck…” You struggled with your words, being unable to say something duo to his deep thrusts and how he is gripping your hip tightly. He chuckled darkly, amused by your inability to form coherent words. Each powerful thrust pushed your thoughts away, filling your mind with nothing but the sensation of him inside you. “What was that? Having trouble concentrating?” He squeezed your hip more painfully, forcing you to arch your back more.
“I- I can’t…” You managed to get out as you opened your mouth again but then closed it. He laughed huskily, relishing your desperate moans and how your body squeezed around him involuntarily. “Can't what? Can't think straight when I fuck you like this?” His voice dangerously in your ear as he thrusted particularly deep, making your knees tremble.
“Y-yes, fuck. Too much.” His lips curved into a smug smile against your neck, knowing exactly the effect he's having on you "Then tell me to stop..." He deliberately grinded against you again, his hands trailing down your sides "Say the word, I'll stop right now..."
“No, don’t! Don’t fucking stop.” You moaned as he squeezed your ass making you gasp. San chuckled, a dark and satisfied sound that rumbles through his chest. He leaned in as his hips continued to move, grinding against you with each word. "That's what I thought." He took a deep breath as he moaned in your ear, making a chill ran down your spine.
“Your boyfriend doesn’t fuck you like I do, right love?” With a low and possessive voice he whispered into your ear as he could feel your walls tighten around his dick even more. You only shook your head but he wasn’t satisfied with it enough.
“Ah, come on, use your pretty mouth like you always do in my class when I ask something.” You swallowed when he remained you again that he is your professor. He didn’t sound like he was referring to that but somehow it did.
“No he doesn’t- he doesn’t.” You moaned as he let out a small laugh, being satisfied with your answer. Fuck you were so fucking beautiful, he wanted to be in your pussy everyday, touch you everyday…
“I’m close, fuck.” He buried his face in your neck from behind and exhaled deeply. “I know, love. Just- just hold on for me okay?” He let out as he kept thrusting more and more chasing his high. He could feel how close you were. He kissed your neck slowly and moaned as he tried to keep control.
“Let it out.” He whispered into your ear, making you gasp, he felt you trembling beneath him. Your legs were shaking as you let it all out, he thrusted into you for the last time as he came. He put his body on you, still being inside you as you both tried to catch your breath. Your chest was rising up in an incredible speed. Fuck that was the best fuck you ever had.
He cleared his throat as he pulled out of you, making you empty all of sudden. With a slow movement you moved back and turned around. San looked at you with a grin on his face, your mascara was smudged, your hair messy and your cheeks flashed red. “So beautiful.” He leaned for a kiss and you let him kiss you again and again. He cupped your cheek and then pulled away, he grabbed his pants and put it on as he watched you put your clothes on. God, you were so beautiful. He knew that it was wrong, hell it was awful what he did. But he felt wonderful, you made him feel something he never did before. And you felt the same towards him.
A few weeks passed since the wonderful fuck you had, that you can’t stop thinking about. At the end of the class which you didn’t pay much attention to, because your whole eyes were stuck on him, his voice interrupted you.
"So soft, baby… wonder if you’d shiver like this if I touched you somewhere else..”
~"Dilf Yunho x Daughter's best friend. She visits her friends place for the summer where her dad will be too. Reader is attracted to him, things ensue, ~ anon
pairing: dilf!yunho x fem student!reader
genre: 18+, filth
summary: your friend has a wonderful idea of asking you to spend the summer at her father’s vacation house... little did you know you'd not only spend the nights there.. but also nights with him.
wc: 9.9k
warnings: dilf!yunho, college student! reader, age gap (about 18 years - 20/38), virgin reader, daddy kink, size kink, praise & slight drgradation, overstimulation, manhandling, voyeurism/exhibitionism (semi-public/public touches), slight corruption kink, slight oral fixation (finger and cock sucking), light breath play (choking), face fucking, cum eating, fingering, dacryphilia, praise kink, cockwarming, breeding kink, marking, backshots, huge cock!yunho, pain kink, possessiveness, unprotected (boo use protection irl!!), completely consensual, for sureeee forgot something, might edit later.
Author's Notes: this was insaneeee to write... sorry anon for taking me so long, I had to write it as well as possible and well- it has almost 10k words. whoops. I hope you enjoy this lil (metaphorically speaking) fic and if you do don't hesitate to dm me or send me an anon ask with your thoughts! ♡
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.
“You should come with me to visit my dad over this summer,” your best friend had suggested one lazy afternoon, sprawled out on your dorm room bed. “He has this amazing summer house by the lake—huge place, so we’ll have all the space we need to chill. Plus, I barely get to see him during the school year, so I try to spend as much time there as I can.”
You had hesitated at first, not because you didn’t want to go, but because it felt… intimate. Staying at her father’s house for an extended period wasn’t like crashing at her dorm or her mom’s place back in the city. It was different. Personal. But when she assured you he wouldn’t mind—that, in fact, he’d be happy to have you over—you agreed.
And now, as you stepped out of your parents’ car, the summer heat blanketing your skin, you were beyond grateful you’d said yes.
The house was beautiful—exactly how she had described it. Rustic yet modern, tucked away in nature with a view of the lake in the distance. But none of that held your attention. No, your focus was entirely on the man standing in the courtyard.
He had his back to you at first, broad and impossibly strong, the muscles in his shoulders shifting as he raised a hand to wipe sweat from his brow. His tanned skin gleamed under the sunlight, glistening with sweat as he worked, the flex of his biceps hypnotizing as he adjusted something on the wooden fence. Your throat went dry. He was gorgeous—tall, built like a dream, dark hair damp and tousled. Holy fuck.
“Who is that?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, eyes locked onto him.
Your best friend glanced at where you were staring, then grinned. “Oh, that’s my dad.”
Your stomach dropped. Her dad. As in, her father. The man you had just been shamelessly ogling like he was carved from marble. Heat flooded your face so fast it made you lightheaded. You tried to snap your gaze away, but it was too late—he had turned, sharp brown eyes locking onto yours.
And just like that, you were even more screwed. Because now that you could see his face, he was somehow even hotter. A sharp jawline, high cheekbones, a hint of stubble across his chin. His lips were full, slightly parted as he caught his breath from whatever work he’d been doing. His gaze flickered over you once, quick but assessing, before settling on your best friend.
You forced yourself to look away, heart hammering. This was going to be a long summer.
You managed to shake off your embarrassment—at least on the surface—as your best friend ran up to hug her father. He greeted her with a warm smile, wrapping an arm around her before turning his attention to you.
“So you’re the infamous best friend I’ve been hearing about,” he said, his voice smooth, deep, and effortlessly confident. “Nice to finally meet you.”
Infamous? Your best friend had talked about you to him? You swallowed hard, forcing a polite smile as you shook the hand he offered. His grip was firm, fingers warm and slightly rough from whatever work he’d been doing. “Nice to meet you too, Mr. Jeong.”
He let out a short chuckle, shaking his head. “Just Yunho is fine. ‘Mr. Jeong’ makes me feel ancient.”
You nodded, cheeks still warm. Yunho. Just Yunho. That was going to be a problem.
After unloading your bags and settling into the guest room, you spent the afternoon exploring the property. The house was just as stunning inside as it was outside—spacious, open, with large windows that overlooked the lake. As the sun dipped lower, the heat softened, replaced by the golden glow of early evening.
That’s how you found yourself outside, sitting on the wooden steps of the back porch, watching the water shimmer under the setting sun. Your best friend had gone to take a call inside, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Or at least, you thought you were alone.
“You like it here?”
You nearly jumped at the deep voice, turning to find Yunho standing nearby. He had changed out of his sweaty work clothes, now in a loose button-up with the top two buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He looked even better like this—casual, effortless.
“Yeah,” you said quickly, gripping your knees to keep your hands from fidgeting. “It’s beautiful.”
He hummed, stepping forward to lean against the railing. “I try to come out here as much as I can. It’s quiet, peaceful. Good place to get away from everything.”
You nodded, watching the water ripple as a breeze passed through. “I can see why.”
There was a comfortable silence before he spoke again. “You seem a little nervous.”
You stiffened. Was it that obvious? “I—no,” you lied. “Just… new place, new environment.”
His lips twitched, not quite a smirk but close. “Well, make yourself at home. You’re welcome here.”
The way he said it—low, slow, with that smooth voice of his—made something stir inside you. You could feel his eyes on you, heavier than before, like he was actually looking at you now. Not just as his daughter’s best friend, but as something else.
You swallowed, shifting under his gaze. “Thanks.”
Another beat of silence. Then he chuckled, shaking his head as he looked back at the lake. “You remind me of someone.”
You tilted your head. “Who?”
A pause. Then, quietly, “Me.”
That threw you off. “You?”
He nodded. “When I was younger, I was like that too. A little quiet, a little unsure. Always overthinking instead of just… enjoying things.”
Your brows furrowed slightly. “You don’t seem like that now.”
“I’m not,” he admitted. “Life has a way of changing you.”
His voice had dropped, just a little. And you couldn’t help but wonder what had changed him—what had made him go from the person he used to be to the man standing in front of you now. For the first time, you weren’t just seeing him as your best friend’s father. You were seeing him.
Before you could respond, the screen door creaked open, and your best friend came rushing out, practically bouncing on her feet.
“Oh! I just had the best idea!” she announced, completely oblivious to the subtle shift in energy between you and her father. “Let’s go swimming! The lake is so warm this time of year, and the sun’s setting—it’s perfect.”
You blinked, still processing your conversation with Yunho, but she was already grabbing your hand. “Come on, you brought your swimsuit, right? Let’s change and go!”
You barely had a chance to glance at Yunho before she was dragging you inside.
Minutes later, you found yourself standing at the edge of the dock, the lake stretching endlessly in front of you. The last of the sunlight cast everything in a golden glow, the water lapping gently at the wooden beams beneath your feet.
Your best friend was already diving in, splashing as she resurfaced with a grin. “Come on! It’s perfect!”
Taking a breath, you stepped forward, adjusting the strings of your bikini before following her in. The water was warmer than expected, smooth and inviting as it wrapped around your skin. You surfaced with a gasp, wiping droplets from your lashes.
And then you saw him. Yunho had just emerged from the house, walking toward the dock with an easy, unbothered stride. He had changed into black swim trunks, the drawstrings hanging loose over his hips. But what really got you—what made your breath hitch—was his bare torso.
You’d thought he was attractive before. But now? Seeing him like this, all toned muscle and golden skin, veins running down his forearms, droplets of water from his damp hair trailing down his chest—he looked like he belonged on the cover of some magazine.
And then his gaze flicked to yours.
It was barely a second, just a glance as he stepped onto the dock, but it sent something sharp through you. His eyes lingered—just a little too long—before he turned away, stretching his arms overhead like he hadn’t just knocked the air from your lungs.
You quickly ducked your head, hoping your face wasn’t as red as it felt.
A loud splash pulled you from your thoughts as Yunho finally joined you both in the water. He swam easily, his strokes controlled, smooth, before he surfaced near you. The lake was big, but suddenly it felt too small, his presence swallowing the space between you.
Your best friend, oblivious as ever, floated on her back a few feet away, humming to herself.
And that’s when it started.
The first touch was barely anything—just a brush of his arm against yours as he swam past you. But it was deliberate. The second came when he surfaced beside you again, his hand grazing your back under the water. You froze, lips parting slightly, but he didn’t even look at you. Like nothing had happened.
Then, when you shifted to float on your back, your stomach grazing the surface, something firm, warm, pressed again against your lower back—his hand. Just for a second. A silent, lingering touch that sent heat spiraling through your body.
He was testing you.
And then, just when you thought you were imagining it all, when you thought maybe you were overreacting—
His fingers brushed your hand again. More lingering.. A featherlight touch, fleeting but unmistakable. Your breath caught in your throat.
But when you turned to look at him, his expression was unreadable. Calm. Unbothered. Like he hadn’t just crossed a line neither of you could take back.
You tried to focus on the water, on the way the golden ripples shimmered around you, on anything but the weight of Yunho’s fingers barely grazing your thigh under the surface.
But you couldn’t. Not when your body felt hot despite the cool lake, not when your mind kept replaying every subtle touch, every lingering glance. And definitely not when you could feel him watching you.
Yunho let out a quiet hum, tilting his head slightly. "You’re not very good at hiding it, sweetheart. The way your eyes drop to my hands, my arms… like you’re imagining them all over you."
And then, just when you thought you had a grip on yourself, Yunho moved closer. Not much—just enough that you could feel the water shift between you, enough that his shoulder brushed yours again, his skin warm even in the cool lake.
He was too close. But not close enough. You exhaled shakily. “You’re making it worse.”
His lips twitched, gaze dropping briefly—to your lips?—before meeting your eyes again. “Am I?” It wasn’t fair. The way he spoke, the way he looked at you now—like he knew exactly what he was doing, like he was enjoying it.
But you weren’t innocent either. Not when you found yourself leaning in just slightly, not when you let your fingers skim the surface of the water between you, almost—almost—brushing against his chest before pulling away.
His jaw tightened, just for a second.
“Careful, baby.” he murmured.
It wasn’t a warning. It was a challenge.
Your breath hitched, fingers curling against your palm. You wanted to push. You wanted to see just how much you could pull from him, how far he’d let you go before he finally cracked.
But before you could say anything, before you could cross a line you weren’t sure you could come back from—
“Alright, I’m freezing,” your best friend announced, completely shattering the moment as she waded toward the dock. “I’m gonna make some hot cocoa. You guys coming?”
You inhaled sharply, blinking as if snapping out of a trance. Yunho was still watching you, his expression unreadable, but he said nothing as he turned away, swimming toward the dock with effortless strokes.
You hesitated, heart still racing, before following after them.
The sun was dipping lower now, painting the sky with streaks of orange and purple. Your best friend had already climbed onto the dock, shaking herself off with a giggle.
“Hurry up, you two!” she called, turning around. “The sun’s almost gone, and I want marshmallows and hot cocoa before it’s dark!”
You barely had time to respond before she disappeared inside the house.
But you didn’t need to.
You could feel Yunho beside you, his presence undeniable, heavy in the air like a magnet pulling you closer.
Without saying a word, you both followed your best friend back into the warmth of the house. The kitchen was cozy, and your best friend was already pulling out skewers and marshmallows from the cupboard, humming happily to herself.
The porch door opened wide, and she called to you both, “You guys coming? The fire pit’s waiting!”
Yunho glanced over his shoulder at you before stepping outside. The heat in his gaze was unmistakable now. It made your pulse skip, and you tried to focus on anything other than the way he’d looked at you in the lake.
Your best friend immediately took a seat by the fire, poking the marshmallow onto the end of her skewer with an exaggerated flourish. You sat beside her, glancing at Yunho, who was standing slightly behind you. His eyes flicked to yours for the briefest moment, but you couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not. The heat of his gaze, as if he was searching for something on your face. Without thinking, you grabbed a marshmallow from the bag and stuck it onto the skewer. Your hands shook slightly, but you tried to ignore it.
The fire crackled, snapping in the still air, and your best friend shifted, glancing between you and Yunho with a teasing smile. “You guys are awfully quiet. Someone’s gotta talk! Tell me you’ve been getting along.” Your best friend was too chill for your liking.. maybe because her father had her young and had a closer bond with him but, you couldn’t shake off the feeling of being wanted by him. That feeling only made it worse for you all day.
You forced a smile, but your mind was elsewhere. Your thoughts kept drifting to the way his hand had brushed against yours in the water, how close he had been when you were swimming. How every interaction between you felt charged with something unspoken.
As the marshmallows started to brown over the fire, you felt Yunho step closer. You didn’t look up at him, but you could feel his presence. The way his body loomed over yours, the subtle shift in his posture that told you he was right there—watching.
The fire crackled, the only sound between you, and you could feel his breath just behind your ear.
"You're so easy to mess with, baby. One little touch and you're already breathless”, Yunho murmured, his voice low and barely audible over the crackling flames. “It’s hard to focus when you’re right here…”
Your breath caught in your throat. Did he really just say that?
Your best friend, oblivious, leaned forward, blowing air at her marshmallow to cool it down. “What are you two talking about? Are y’all gossiping about me, huh? I’m dying to know!”
You nearly jumped when Yunho shifted his weight, stepping away just slightly. But the damage had been done—the tension between you two was now palpable.
You glanced at him quickly, just enough to catch him looking back at you, a hint of something dangerous in his eyes.
You took a deep breath and shoved the marshmallow into the flames, letting it burn just a little too much. It was easier to focus on the heat of the fire than the heat of Yunho’s gaze. But you knew, deep down, that the fire wasn’t the only thing burning between you.
The marshmallows were finished, the sweet gooey centers burnt just enough to give them that perfect crisp, and your best friend was happily munching away, occasionally giving you a sly look.
You tried to ignore the fire that was burning between you and Yunho. You could feel him, the heat of his body next to yours as you both stared at the flickering flames.
You didn't dare look at him directly. The air felt too heavy, and your best friend didn’t notice—too distracted by the phone in her hand.
“Hold on,” she said, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “It’s my boyfriend. I’ll just be a sec.” She took the call, stepping away from the fire pit for some privacy.
You were left in a silence with Yunho. He didn’t move at first, simply letting the sound of the crackling fire fill the space. His gaze didn’t leave you, though. You could feel it, like a weight on your skin, every subtle look making your breath hitch.
A few moments passed before Yunho shifted slightly closer to you.
“You know,” he started, voice hushed but laced with that trademark smoothness, “you look stunning tonight.” Your pulse jumped. You barely managed to glance at him, catching the subtle tilt of his head.
You didn’t respond immediately, unsure of how to form words when your body was begging you to lean into the heat of his touch. But you had to. “Thanks,” you mumbled, fingers gripping your cup just a little too tightly.
The corner of his lips quirked up into that teasing smile, and your heart thudded in your chest. He reached out, his fingers brushing gently against your thigh, just the lightest contact—but enough to make your breath catch.
He didn’t take his hand away, though, leaving it there as if it belonged. His touch was light, almost like a warning, and every inch of you wanted more.
"You're not fooling me," he murmured, his voice low. "All those little touches, all those innocent looks. You knew exactly what you were doing, sweetheart."
You swallowed, feeling the heat surge through your veins. "Is that so?"
Yunho’s thumb traced a small circle on the inside of your thigh, slow, deliberate. You could barely breathe. The tension between you two was excruciating, and the only thing you could do was sit there, trying to keep yourself together, trying not to collapse under the pressure of his touch.
"So soft, baby… wonder if you’d shiver like this if I touched you somewhere else..”,he said softly, his breath warm against your ear. He saw his daughter coming back, but before he moved his hand away, he reassured you, his voice low, “I'll make it up to you later.”
Before you could respond, your best friend walked back in, phone still pressed to her ear.
“Yeah, sure, I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” she said, her voice filled with excitement. “Okay, love you, see you soon!”
She hung up, and you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Yunho removed his hand, but you could still feel the faint heat of his touch, like a lingering burn against your skin.
“Looks like someone’s got plans,” Yunho said, glancing at you and then at his daughter. You raised an eyebrow, trying to play it cool.
“Yeah, I’m going to my boyfriend’s place for a couple of hours. He just got into town, and I promised I’d see him while he’s here.” She smiled at Yunho, her eyes bright with excitement.
You felt a little knot form in your stomach, not because you weren’t happy for her, but because now it was just you and Yunho. Alone.
“Of course,” Yunho replied smoothly, his voice warmer now, more amused. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Have fun.”
You watched your best friend rush off, her steps quick as she headed toward the door, ready to leave. The moment she stepped outside, the door closing behind her, the tension in the room shifted.
The marshmallows had all been roasted and eaten, the warmth from the fire still lingering in the air as you and Yunho began cleaning up the plates. Your best friend promised she’d be back in an hour.
Yunho's gaze lingering just a little too long, his fingers brushed against yours as you handed him a plate, and you tried to ignore the spark that shot up your arm.
“So,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, “do you always roast marshmallows this late?”
Yunho chuckled, his eyes glinting in the soft kitchen light. “Only when the company’s worth it.”
You glanced up at him, feeling your heart skip a beat at the intensity in his eyes. But before you could reply, his phone buzzed.
He picked it up, swiping the screen with one hand while keeping his other hand casually resting on the counter.
“Everything okay?” you asked, casually, though the beat of your heart had quickened.
Yunho nodded, though his smile had turned a little more amused. “Yeah, just got a message from my daughter.”
He read through it and then let out a little chuckle, his tone warm but with an edge of something else. “She’s staying at her boyfriend’s tonight.”
“That so?” you said, trying to play it cool, even as the weight of his words settled over you.
He put the phone down, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. The atmosphere had shifted, the air between you suddenly thick with tension. “Guess we’re alone now.”
Your breath hitched, your pulse quickening in response to his proximity.
You swallowed hard, feeling your heart race. “Guess so,” you whispered, trying to keep your cool, though every inch of you was on edge.
He leaned even closer, his body just a hair's breadth away from yours. You could feel the heat radiating off him, making your skin burn.
“Well,” Yunho said, his voice low, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “I think we can find something to do with all this time, don’t you?”
He didn’t take his eyes off you as he stepped closer, his movements deliberate, slow—each step calculated, bringing him nearer to you.
Your breath caught in your throat as you instinctively took a small step back, but the moment you did, he closed the distance, forcing you to press your back against the cool, hard wall behind you.
He didn’t touch you at first. He simply stood there, watching you, his eyes dark and intent, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his gaze unwavering.
Yunho murmured, his voice a low, teasing drawl. "You’ve been looking at me like you want something, sweetheart. Why don’t you tell me?"
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, your chest tightening. It was like he was daring you to run—daring you to pull away from him—but you couldn’t. Your body wanted him too much.
“I…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say, your heart pounding in your chest.
His smile widened just a little, a flicker of something dark in his gaze as he stepped closer again, pushing you further back against the wall.
His hand, warm and confident, landed on your hip, his fingers lightly brushing your skin. He gave you a moment to adjust, to feel him there, testing the waters.
You didn’t pull away. You didn’t want to. In fact, your body seemed to lean into the touch, craving more, eager for him to push further.
He noticed. The slight shift of your body, the way your chest fluttered with every breath. His eyes darkened, and with a sharp inhale, his hand moved up to your waist, his fingers grazing the side of your ribs.
“Tell me,” he said, his voice low, barely above a whisper. “Are you okay with this?”
Your heart raced, your mind spinning. You wanted to speak, to tell him yes, but all you could do was nod, too lost in the way his hand made you feel.
Yunho’s gaze flickered to your lips for a split second before it returned to your eyes. "That’s not enough for you, is it, baby?”
You didn’t need to say anything. The way you leaned into him, the way your breath hitched, the way your body trembled under his touch said it all.
Without warning, he cupped your chin with his other hand, forcing your head up just slightly as his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was soft at first, his mouth teasing, coaxing, exploring with the gentlest pressure. You melted into it, your hands slipping up to rest on his chest.
But then his hand slid down to your lower back, and the kiss deepened. It was like a switch flipped inside of him. His kiss grew more insistent, more urgent, as if he couldn’t wait any longer.
His other hand slid up to your chest, cupping the side of your breast. The pressure was light, just enough to make your heart race faster. His lips left yours to trail down your jaw, kissing your neck, while his hand slid lower.
Your body was burning. Every nerve felt alive, tingling with need. You felt your knees weaken as his hand moved beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips grazing the soft skin of your stomach.
When you leaned into him again, desperate for more of his touch, he smirked, knowing full well how much power he had over you.
“Tell me, baby…” he started as the hand on your lower back moved to your pants, unbuttoning them. His hand trailed around your waist until it slipped right in your panties. “...did you get this wet just by thinking about me?”
You whimpered under his touch… And that’s when he got rougher.
His hands moved quickly, more forceful now, pulling you flush against him. He groaned as your bodies collided, the heat between you rising higher, his grip tightening around your waist as he pressed his hips into yours.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Yunho growled, his lips brushing your ear. “And I’m going to make sure you know it.”
Yunho’s hands were a whirlwind of heat and strength, gripping you tightly as he pulled you against him. His lips brushed against your neck, his breath hot and heavy against your skin, and his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.
"You wanted my attention, and now you have it. Let’s see if you can handle it.” he murmured, his voice a deep, rough whisper that made your heart race. His hands moved down your sides, squeezing your hips with a possessive grip. "You’ve been such a good girl, waiting for this… dripping for me. You want your reward, don’t you?”
You swallowed hard, your mouth dry, as your body responded without you even realizing it. He was so close now, his knee between your thighs, pushing them apart, his touch firm, demanding. You could feel the heat between your legs, the desperate throb of your pussy as your body instinctively shifted closer to him.
“I—yes,” you gasped, your voice small but desperate. “I want it... but...”
Yunho froze, his hands tightening on your hips as his eyes snapped to yours.
“But... what?” he growled, his voice low.
You hesitated for a moment, feeling the tension building, before you finally admitted, “I—I’m a virgin.”
Yunho cursed under his breath, his eyes darkening with both frustration and something darker—desire. His grip tightened almost painfully on your waist, his voice a rough rasp as he responded, “Fuck.” He took a slow breath, his hands sliding down to your lower back, his fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin.
“You’re telling me... you’ve never been fucked before?” His tone was thick with disbelief, but it only made your body ache for him more.
“No,” you breathed, your hands hovering softly over his chest, desperate for his touch. “I—I’ve never...”
“"Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath, raking a hand through his hair before gripping your waist. His touch was firmer now, like he was holding himself back. His gaze flickered over your face, dark with something primal. "You’ve really never…?" He exhaled sharply, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip. "Fuck. That means every little sound, every little reaction—" He swallowed hard, his voice dropping. "All of it’s gonna be just for me."
He moved his knee between your legs again, pressing harder, spreading you open with a force that had your head spinning. His hands slid up to your chest, the heat from his touch making your skin burn as he cupped your breasts roughly, squeezing and kneading them through your clothes.
His lips descended on yours, kissing you with an intensity that took your breath away, his hands working at the fastenings of your clothes, undoing them with unrelenting precision.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, his hands caressing every inch of your exposed skin. He kissed your neck, your collarbone, his lips trailing down to your breasts, and you gasped, your body trembling from the touch. “And all mine tonight.”
You were barely able to comprehend it all as Yunho’s hands worked their way down your body, his touch rough, almost possessive as he teased you, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin between your legs. You moaned, unable to help it, and he grinned darkly, his eyes flashing with a predatory glint.
“You’re mine tonight,” he repeated, the words burning in your ears. “And I’ll make sure you never forget that.”
He lifted you easily, carrying you to the bedroom with a single-minded purpose, and when he dropped you onto the bed, the weight of his body followed immediately. He crawled over you, his eyes never leaving yours, and you felt the heat from his body overwhelm you.
Yunho’s lips ghosted over yours, his voice a low rasp. "This is what you wanted, isn’t it?"
His knee pressed between your legs, parting them effortlessly. His breath hitched as his fingers trailed up your thighs—slow, teasing—before slipping between them. Testing. Barely touching.
And then, he felt it.
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Uh-oh… already so, so wet for me, baby?" His fingers pressed in just enough to make you gasp. "Guess I don’t even have to ask how bad you need this."
You couldn’t help but nod, your body aching for more, your chest heaving with desire. “P-please…”
He cursed again, his voice thick with frustration, and then, with a growl, he lifted you off the bed, moving you effortlessly to his side. “You better be ready for this, sweetheart. Because I’m not going easy on you.”
Yunho’s lips were relentless against yours, claiming your mouth with a messy, desperate hunger. His tongue pushed past your lips, licking into you with no hesitation, no restraint—wet, hot, possessive. His teeth grazed your lower lip, tugging roughly before he slanted his mouth over yours again, deeper, hungrier, like he wanted to ruin you with just his kiss.
His hands were everywhere at once—gripping, kneading, stroking. He squeezed your waist before sliding lower, grabbing at your ass. The heat between your legs pulsed, your body arching instinctively into his as he pressed his weight down onto you.
“Fuck,” he groaned, flipping you around and pushing your chest into the wall. He tilted your head toward him, kissing you sloppily. He pressed himself against your ass, letting you feel just how eager he was to ruin you. “Feel this, baby..? That's just how much I want you”
You gasped into his mouth, your fingers clawing at the wall, desperate for something to hold on to. His hands moved higher, shoving your shirt up, his rough palms trailing over your bare skin, lighting a fire everywhere he touched.
“Need this off,” he muttered, voice hoarse as he yanked the fabric over your head. His mouth was on your shoulder in an instant, sucking harsh bruises into your skin, marking you, owning you.
You barely had a second to breathe before his hands moved again—one slipping on your back to unclasp your bra, the other gripping your hip, pressing you harder against the thick bulge in his jeans. He groaned as your bare breasts pressed against the wall.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your thighs before tossing them aside. “So fucking pretty,” he murmured, his hand trailing between your legs, fingertips teasing along your slit. “So wet for me already.” he said as he lowered himself on his knees, kisses trailing from your shoulder to your lower back, the to the soft, plush skin of your ass.
You whimpered, legs twitching as he rubbed slow, deliberate circles over your clit, the pressure just enough to drive you insane. Your hips bucked into his hand, chasing more friction, and he smirked against your skin. “Impatient, huh?”.
But before you could whine, after he was done with his sloppy, soft trail of kisses, he suddenly got up and backed off. Your breath caught as you turned around and watched him reach for his own shirt, yanking it off and tossing it to the floor. His body was all hard muscle, broad shoulders flexing as he undid his belt, the soft clink of metal making your core clench with anticipation. He made a show of unbuttoning his jeans, shoving them down his thighs before kicking them off entirely, leaving him in just his boxers.
And that’s when you saw it. Your eyes widened, breath hitching as you stared at the thick, straining outline beneath the thin fabric. He was huge.
Yunho let out a low chuckle, catching your reaction. His gaze was dark, hungry, smug. “What’s wrong, baby?” he teased, palming himself through his boxers, giving a slow, deliberate squeeze. “Didn’t expect me to be this big?”
You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. “I—”
His smirk deepened as he leaned back down over you, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Don’t worry. I’ll make it fit.”
Yunho didn't give you a chance to process, didn't let you catch your breath before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down.
Your gasp was instant, raw, eyes widening as his cock sprang free--thick, heavy, flushed deep at the tip. The veins running along the shaft stood out, prominent, like they were made to be traced with your own little tongue. He was so fucking big, the kind of size that made your thighs press together with both pleasure and just a little bit of fear.
Yunho caught the way you stared, your lips parting like you wanted to speak but couldn’t. His grin was slow, dark, as he stroked himself—letting you watch.
"That pretty little mouth of yours can’t even find the words, huh?" His voice was thick with amusement, his eyes locked on you. "That’s alright, baby… I’d rather have it wrapped around my cock anyway."
Your whimper was embarrassingly loud as he approached you, his hand slipping on your ass, and he chuckled, leaning down to press his lips against your ear. ""Say it.'' His voice was rough, commanding. "Say you want Daddy to fuck you.”
Your breath hitched, shame burning at your skin, but the need-the sheer, aching desperation-was stronger. "I -" You swallowed hard, gripping at his forearms,
fingers barely able to wrap around the thick muscles there. "I want Daddy to fuck me.
Yunho’s cock throbbed in his hand as he stroked himself slowly, watching you with dark, hooded eyes. His other hand was between your legs, two thick fingers buried inside your dripping cunt, stretching you open.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, his deep voice dripping with hunger as he curled his fingers just right, hitting that perfect spot that had your legs trembling. “Taking my fingers so well. Gonna feel so fucking good when I finally stretch you around my cock.”
Your whimper only made his smirk deepen. He pulled his fingers out slowly, dragging them against your walls before bringing them up to your mouth, pressing them against your lips. “Open.”
You obeyed instantly, parting your lips, letting him slide his fingers inside. The taste of yourself flooded your tongue, and Yunho groaned, watching as you sucked them clean, his cock twitching tall against his stomach.
“Fuck,” he growled, gripping the back of your head. “You’re gonna look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
He guided you down onto all fours between his spread thighs, his other hand still trailing between your legs, fingers teasing your swollen clit as he positioned you right in front of his cock. It was thick, flushed, the veins standing out as he stroked himself, making sure you saw just how big he was.
“Look at it, baby,” he murmured, the head of his cock brushing against your lips. “You’re gonna take your time with this, yeah? Let Daddy teach you how to suck it just right.”
You nodded, your breath warm against his cock as you hesitantly parted your lips. Yunho guided you with firm hands, his fingers threading through your hair as you took the swollen tip into your mouth.
“Good girl,” he groaned, tilting his head back as you wrapped your lips around him. “Fuck, yeah—just like that.”
His fingers between your legs moved in slow, lazy circles, teasing your clit as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him deeper. He cursed under his breath, his grip tightening in your hair as he resisted the urge to thrust into your mouth.
“Relax your throat,” he murmured, voice strained. “Take more, baby. You can do it.”
You obeyed, inching down further, your tongue running along the prominent veins on the underside of his cock. Yunho let out a deep, shuddering breath, his hips twitching as he groaned, “Fuck—just like that.”
His fingers between your thighs finally pushed back inside you, stretching you open again as he fucked them into you in time with the slow, messy bob of your head. “God, you’re such a good fucking girl for me,” he panted, watching you take him, watching the way your thighs trembled from his touch.
His breathing grew ragged, his grip in your hair tightening as you swirled your tongue over the slit of his cock, tasting the salty precum. His hips jerked involuntarily, and a rough groan ripped from his throat.
“Gonna come,” he warned, voice wrecked, his cock throbbing on your tongue. “You gonna swallow like a good girl?”
You moaned around him, and that was it.
Yunho cursed, his muscles tensing as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling into your mouth. His grip on your hair loosened as he shuddered through it, his breath heavy and uneven.
You swallowed it all, licking your lips as you pulled back, and Yunho groaned at the sight, his thumb tracing your swollen lips. “Fuck, that was so hot,” he muttered, pulling you up onto the bed before pushing your back against the mattress.
His hands were rough as they gripped your thighs, spreading you open once more. His cock was still hard, still thick, still glistening from your mouth, and he smirked as he rubbed the tip against your soaked entrance.
“You did so well for me, baby,” he murmured, teasing you, pressing just the head inside before pulling back. “But we’re not done yet.”
His fingers found your clit again, rubbing slow, torturous circles as he grinned down at you.
“Now it’s your turn.”
Yunho hovered over you, his large hands spreading your thighs wide, his body radiating warmth as he settled between them. His cock was thick and hard, the head already pressing gently against your entrance, teasing, testing.
His eyes were dark with restraint, his breathing heavy as he ran his hands up your sides, smoothing over your ribs, your stomach, before cupping your jaw with a gentleness that had your heart skipping. “Relax, baby,” he murmured, voice softer now, coaxing. “Gonna take my time with you.”
He pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, swallowing your nervous breath before slowly, slowly pushing inside.
The stretch was instant, overwhelming, burning and pleasurable all at once. Your fingers dug into his biceps, nails pressing into the thick veins running along his forearms as he worked himself deeper, stopping every few inches to let you adjust.
“Shh, I got you,” he soothed, lips brushing over your temple, his breath warm against your skin. His voice was a quiet hum of restraint, but his cock was throbbing inside you, twitching like he was holding himself back from burying himself to the hilt.
But then you gasped, body trembling as he pushed a little more, and Yunho froze, groaning as he realized—you still couldn’t even take half of him.
He pulled back just enough to watch, his gaze dark, hungry, as you struggled to take him. His lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.
His thumb traced over your clit—soft, teasing, not nearly enough. "Look at you," he murmured, voice rich with amusement. "Can’t even take half, huh? So damn tight… but don’t worry, baby—" his smirk deepened as he pressed in just a little more— "we’ll fix that."
You whimpered, thighs twitching as he pulled out just a bit, rubbing the thick head against your soaked entrance before pushing back in, just a little deeper this time. “Don’t worry,” he chuckled, his voice like warm honey laced with sin. “I’m gonna make it fit.”
His lips found yours, kissing you slow, deep, as he rolled his hips, easing himself deeper, inch by inch. His hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, teasing your nipples, rubbing slow circles into your thigh. Every movement was designed to coax you open, to make you crave more.
The burn turned into pleasure, the ache shifting into something dangerously addictive. Yunho groaned when you finally relaxed around him, his cock sinking deeper, his restraint thinning as your walls clenched around him, sucking him in.
But just as he found his rhythm, just as he was kissing you slow, touching you sweetly— you decided to push him.
Your lips curled into the smallest, brattiest smirk, and you clenched down tight around him, rolling your hips up just slightly, even though it had you gasping from the intense stretch.
Yunho froze.
His breath stuttered, his muscles tensing beneath your hands. For a long second, he didn’t move. Just stared down at you, the flickering candlelight catching the veins on his arms, his neck, his cock buried deep inside you.
And then he let out a low, dangerous chuckle. “Oh, you wanna play dirty, huh?” His voice was different now—darker, deeper, rougher.
His grip on your thighs tightened, his thumbs pressing into your skin, and then, with zero warning, he snapped his hips forward, slamming himself deeper, forcing you to take all of him.
A strangled moan ripped from your throat, your back arching off the bed as the pleasure hit you like a fucking freight train.
“Thought you were struggling a second ago,” Yunho gritted out, his voice thick with amusement. His hands slid up your stomach, his fingertips brushing over your nipples, tweaking, teasing. “But now you’re acting like a little brat.”
He pulled out just enough before slamming back in, his restraint snapping thread by thread as he watched you fall apart beneath him.
"You want it rough, baby?" Yunho’s voice was a low growl, his teeth grazing your jaw—dangerously close to sinking in. His grip tightened, holding you in place as he rolled his hips, pushing deeper, stretching you open inch by inch.
"That’s it… take it," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. His cock dragged against your walls, thick, unrelenting, before he pulled back just enough to make you whimper.
"Don’t worry, sweetheart…" His smirk was pure sin as he thrust in again, slow but firm. "Daddy's gonna take care of you, make you feel so full.”
He didn’t give you a chance to answer.
Yunho’s hips slammed into yours, fucking you deep, hard, relentless—his hands gripping your wrists, pinning them above your head as his mouth found your breasts, biting, marking you everywhere.
His control was gone.
And you?
You had asked for this. Yunho had snapped.
The second you clenched around him—tight, desperate, involuntary—he lost every ounce of restraint.
His large hands gripped your thighs, forcing them even wider as he sank deeper, inch by devastating inch. You were so small compared to him, and fuck, the way your body struggled to take him made him groan deep in his chest.
“Look at you,” he muttered, voice dark, rough with restraint. “So fucking tight—” He rolled his hips forward, pressing even deeper, making sure you felt every single inch of him. “Your little pussy wasn’t made for something this big, was it?”
Your breath hitched, fingers gripping onto his strong, veined forearms like they were your only anchor. The stretch was intense, burning, dizzying, but it was so good. You didn’t even realize you were whimpering, trembling beneath him.
“Poor baby,” he cooed, his huge hand cupping your jaw, thumb stroking over your parted lips. “Barely able to take me… but still trying to act like a little brat?”
You whimpered, your body tightening around him again, and Yunho groaned, jaw clenching as his cock throbbed inside you.
“Shit—” His grip tightened, veins bulging beneath his tan skin, muscles flexing as he held himself back. You were too fucking tight. Too untouched, unclaimed— and that only made his control slip even more.
He nudged against your cervix, the pressure sending a sharp wave of pleasure-pain through you, and you gasped, back arching beneath him.
And Yunho? He felt it. Every little clench, every tiny tremor. And it was driving him fucking crazy.
Your moan was helpless, needy, completely wrecked.
Yunho groaned again, his head dropping to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. “Fuck—you’re sucking me in so tight.”
And then—you did it again.
Clenching around him, squeezing down, teasing, despite the fact that you could barely handle him.
His hands slid up your stomach, teasing, slow, fingertips brushing over your breasts before wrapping around your throat, tilting your chin up so you had to look at him.
“You gonna cry for me, baby?” he murmured, mocking, teasing. “Can’t handle how deep Daddy is?”
The title sent another sharp pulse through your core, and Yunho felt it immediately.
His jaw clenched, his thick cock twitching inside you. “Oh, fuck–, you like that?” His fingers tightened slightly around your throat, just enough to make your breath stutter. “Like having my cock stretch you open? Like knowing I’m the first—the only—man who’ll ever break you in?”
You whimpered, head spinning, drowning in the filth of it all.
Then, with one smooth, effortless motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, his strong hands pressing into your back, keeping you pinned.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he rasped, voice rough, desperate, on the edge of losing it completely. “Wanted to be fucked properly?”
He pulled out just to slam back in, forcing you to take him deeper than ever, stretching you in ways you never thought possible.
Your moan was wrecked, broken, completely fucked-out.
“That’s it,” Yunho groaned, snapping his hips forward, his thick cock pressing against the deepest part of you. “Take it, baby. Take all of it.”
His grip on your hips was bruising, dragging you back onto his cock as he fucked you with long, deep strokes, each one knocking the air from your lungs.
With one hand, he gripped your waist, lifting it slightly as he rolled his hips into you, the sensation of him pressing against you was intoxicating. He moved slowly at first, his thrusts deliberate and deep, letting you feel every inch of him as he sank into you.
His other hand traveled down your body, fingers brushing over your sensitive skin before finding your clit. The moment he began to rub slow, teasing circles, you gasped, your body responding instinctively.
“Y-Yunho,” you whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation of being stretched by him and the pleasure building within you.
“Just let it happen,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You can take it.”
You could feel the pressure building, both from his relentless thrusting and his skilled fingers working over your clit, drawing you closer to the edge. The combination was too much, and you felt tears slipping down your cheeks as he held you down, completely at his mercy.
“That's it,” he encouraged, his voice a low growl. “You’re doing so well for me.”
As his fingers worked faster, you felt yourself teetering on the brink, the overwhelming pleasure washing over you in intoxicating waves.
Yunho's fingers moved skillfully over your clit, the pressure inside you began to build, overwhelming your senses. Each thrust of his hips was deep and relentless, pushing you closer to an edge you had never known before.
“Oh, god,” you gasped, feeling the tight coil of pleasure tighten in your core. It was building, growing more intense with each movement, and you could hardly believe what was happening. This was your first orgasm, and it felt like everything was about to explode.
“Just let go, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and encouraging, like a siren calling you closer to the waves. “I know you can do it. You’re so close.”
With one final, deliberate thrust, his fingers increased their pace, and suddenly, the pressure released. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, your body shaking as you felt the orgasm wash through you for the first time. It was intense, all-consuming, and it left you breathless, your vision blurring as you gasped for air.
“Good girl,” Yunho praised, his voice thick with desire. “That’s it. You did so well.”
But he didn’t relent. Instead, he rolled his hips faster and deeper, pushing you through the aftershocks of your release. His grip on your neck was firm but gentle, guiding you as he moved. Each thrust was powerful, hitting a spot inside you that made you moan uncontrollably.
“Feel how good you are for me,” he encouraged, his voice a mixture of roughness and sweetness. “You’re taking me so well. I knew you could do it.”
The combination of his praise and the relentless rhythm of his hips sent you spiraling again, your body responding eagerly to his every movement.
Then, with a low growl, Yunho shifted his grip, holding you closer, and you could feel the intensity of his own need as he began to fill you up completely. The sensation of him deep inside you was overwhelming, and you could barely contain the pleasure that surged through your body once more.
“Just like that,” he groaned, his breath scorching your skin as he moved against you. “You were made for me, baby. I’m gonna make you remember every inch of me inside you.”
With that, he thrust harder, deeper, making sure you felt every inch of him, every thrust, as he lost himself in the rhythm of your bodies. You were his, completely and utterly, and as he filled you up, you couldn’t help but surrender to the pleasure.
As Yunho continued to thrust into you, the sensations were overwhelming. Each movement was deep and precise, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You could barely think straight, lost in the moment—until the sound of his phone ringing broke through the haze.
He paused, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he glanced at the screen. The color drained from his face for a moment, replaced by a smirk. “Just when I thought I had you all to myself,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
With a finger pressed to your lips, he held your gaze. “It’s my daughter,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “And she’s calling. But you’re going to stay quiet while I talk.”
Your heart raced at the implication, the thrill of being caught in such an intimate moment mixed with urgency. He held you in place, his grip on your waist firm as he pressed his phone to his ear.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he said smoothly, his voice shifting to a comforting tone, softly thrusting into you. “Yeah, sorry, the signal here is awful. I’m good, just… busy around the house.”
As he spoke, he kept his pace, slower but no less intense. He kept your hips pinned down, the rhythm of his movements steady. You had to bite your lip to keep from making a sound, the pleasure building within you again.
“I’m with a friend,” he continued, glancing down at you with a wicked smile. “Yeah, she’s fine… watching a movie, just a little preoccupied. ”
The way he emphasized the last word sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you struggled to suppress your moans. Each thrust drew you closer to the edge, and the combination of his words and movements was driving you wild. The feeling of being so vulnerable and exposed, yet entirely under his control, sent shivers down your spine.
Yunho leaned down closer to you, his breath warm against your ear as he continued to talk. “I’ll call you back in a bit, okay? Just need to take care of something,” he said, his voice smooth and teasing. “Love you.”
As he ended the call, his eyes locked onto yours and how you looked over your shoulder at him, the teasing glint in them igniting a fire in your belly. “You did so well, baby,” he said, breathless.
With that, he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more demanding and urgent as you struggled to hold back the sounds threatening to escape. You could feel the pressure building within you, every deep thrust hitting that sweet spot inside you. The thrill of being caught, mixed with the electric tension in the air, had you teetering on the edge of another release.
“Isn’t this fun?” he teased, his voice low and gravelly. “You, here, all mine.. taking my cock so well, while my daughter thinks I’m just busy with a friend. How naughty of you.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, the thrill of being in this secret, intimate space where nothing else mattered but the two of you. You wanted to respond, to beg him for more, but he held you firmly, the weight of his body pressing you down into the mattress.
“Can you keep quiet for me?” he asked, his breath hot against your skin. “I want to hear you hold back, feel you tighten around me.”
You nodded, the pressure of his hips against yours nearly overwhelming. It was all you could do to keep quiet as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, your body responding instinctively to his every thrust.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice thick with desire. “You’re doing so well. Just a little longer.”
But as he spoke, he slowed his movements, teasing you, drawing it out. His fingers grazed your waist, the sensation both grounding and electrifying. You could feel him hovering over you, the heat radiating from his body as he watched your every reaction.
“"Look at you," he murmured, his voice rich with lust, laced with something almost reverent. His grip tightened as he rolled his hips, slow, deliberate. "You’re already so close… I can feel it—the way you're gripping me, holding me so tight."
You wanted to respond, to tell him just how close you were, but you knew you had to hold back. The thrill of the moment only intensified the pleasure, and with each deliberate thrust, he was pushing you to your limits.
“Let’s see how long you can take it,” he teased, his hands gripping your hips as he began to pick up the pace again, harder and deeper.
Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, and you could feel your resolve weakening. The mix of desire and restraint was intoxicating, and with each movement, he drew you closer to that blissful edge once more.
“You’re doing so, so well, baby…” he murmured, his voice low and full of praise. “You can do it, baby. Just keep quiet for me, mm?”
His words, combined with the relentless rhythm of his hips, pushed you further toward the edge, and you couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped your lips. Yunho’s eyes darkened with desire, and you knew he could feel how close you were.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he chided playfully. “No sounds. You promised.”
With that, he thrust deeper, his movements becoming more frantic, the urgency building between you as he closed in on his own release. You could feel the tension crackling in the air, and you knew you were both reaching that point of no return.
He held you tightly, his breath ragged as he whispered sweet praises in your ear. “You’re incredible, baby. Taking my cock so, so well…”
Your body responded to him instinctively, tightening around him as if begging for release. The world outside faded, leaving only the two of you in this moment, lost in each other.
“Can you feel that?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “You’re driving me wild. I’m not stopping until we both finish..”
With renewed vigor, he picked up the pace, his hips slamming into you with a delicious intensity. The sounds of skin meeting skin filled the room, echoing the rhythm of your bodies intertwined.
“Let go for me,” he urged, his voice thick with desire. “I want to feel you come around me. Show me how good you are.”
And just like that, the dam broke. Whatever restraint you had within you to not make a sound, to not cum and scream, it shattered. The waves of pleasure crashed over you, overwhelming and all-consuming. You gasped, moans and whimpers escaping your rapidly rising chest, your body shaking as you surrendered to the bliss of your orgasm, the world around you blurring into nothing.
Yunho’s thrusts didn’t relent; instead, he chased his own orgasm, driving deeper into you, and the sensation pushed you even higher. “That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he growled, his voice a mix of pleasure and need.
As your body pulsed around him, you felt him tighten his grip on you, a low growl escaping his lips as he finally lost himself in you. His cum filled you completely, the sensation igniting a final spark of pleasure that sent shivers through your entire being.
In those moments, as you both rode out the waves of pleasure together, the world outside faded away completely. It was just you and him, tangled in each other, both left breathless and completely satisfied.
As you lay there, wrapped in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy, Yunho brushed his fingers softly over your back, a warm smile spreading across his face. “You did amazing,” he said, his voice tender and filled with warmth. “I knew you were special.”
You looked up at him, a mix of emotions swirling in your chest, and with a teasing smile, you whispered, “this is going to be a looong summer…” and a chuckle followed, Yunho smiling at you.
“Yeah, indeed-” he paused for a second, a thought running through his mind. “Ah, I completely forgot.. my daughter is not going to be home for a whooole week, sweetie. She has some sort of trip with his boyfriend's family.. I don't know. How do you feel about that, hm?” he wrapped you in his embrace, leaving soft kisses on your shoulder.
“I- oh.” you managed to mumble, puppy-like eyes looking up at him, eagerly waiting for that week to come as he smiled at you.
Summary: Yunho isn't about to even entertain the idea of his girlfriend talking to another man. It doesn't matter how many loads of love, care, and cum it takes to make her remember that she is his and he is hers.
Genre: smut (mdni!!!)
Pairings: bf!Yunho x f!reader
Tags/Warnings: SMUT MDNI, mean dom!yunho (kinda sweet after some time), sub!reader, fingering(?), penetration, unprotected sex, established relationship, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding kink, choking, bulge (lmk if something is missing, I have never done this)
A/N: This is the 3rd smut I've ever written in my life... I haven't posted the first two since they were written a couple years ago and were bad, so I hope this is worth posting. The plot isn't anything great because this was mostly for trying to see what it's like to write smut and I didn't want to waste a good plot on this if this turned out bad LOLLL. So please, keep in mind that I've almost never written smut!
Word count: 2 300
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If someone asked you if you loved Yunho, you’d answer ‘yes’ in a heartbeat. He was more than just a lover or a boyfriend; he was your worshipper, kissing the ground you walked on. And if someone asked you if you’d ever cheat on him, you’d give a firm ‘no’ and tell the person off. Although you wanted to make it clear to everyone you were Yunho’s girl because you loved him, it wasn’t the only reason to push people away. You’d be in big trouble if he started to consider the possibility of you holding affectionate feelings for anyone else than him.
“Baby, what are you doing? ~”
Despite Yunho’s needy tone and presence next to you on the couch, you couldn’t tear your gaze off of your phone.
“Wait a second, Yuyu,” you murmured.
He watched as your fingers tap-danced on the small screen, obviously writing a message to someone. Someone who was robbing him of your attention. Your eyes reflected the light coming from the phone screen but Yunho’s eyes shone with something else. He was getting frustrated.
“Please, I’m lonely,” he whined, his hand creeping up on your thigh, trying to go unnoticed yet wanting desperately for you to pay attention to him.
Still, you didn’t even glance at him. It was subtle but Yunho noticed how you tried to hide your phone screen, leaning away ever so slightly.
The longer your attention was on the mysterious person you were talking to, the angrier Yunho became.
You felt him squeeze your thigh, silently demanding you to finally look at him in the eyes. It was a final warning. Only when his long fingers dug onto your inner thigh, you turned to face him.
“Who are you talking to?”
Yunho’s icy voice shouldn’t have surprised you – this was nothing new, given his possessive nature. And like always, while it made you nervous, it also caused your pussy to clench around nothing. You couldn’t help but get horny when he looked like he’d devour you any second now.
“Just work stuff,” you murmured, taking a glance at his hand. No matter how many times his beautiful fingers had been inside you, reaching the deepest, sweetest spots, you just couldn’t get enough.
“At this hour? That’s bullshit.”
While Yunho’s eyes were cold, they were undeniably burning with both fury and lust. You knew the look way too well just like he knew your body.
“I’m friends with him so I feel comfortable texting him even in the evening. It’s just about a work project.”
“Him?” Yunho’s eyes narrowed.
You were too nervous to break eye contact with him, but you didn’t need to see to feel his hand hover over your core, so close but so far. Even though he was barely touching you, he was probably able to feel how your wetness seeped through your night shorts.
“Please, Yunho... Don’t tease me,” you let out a quiet whine, hoping it’d persuade Yunho into touching you.
Immediately, he pulled you roughly into a kiss. In a normal situation he would have kept you begging for him, but right now his desire and anger towards you were too much to handle for both of you. His lips claimed yours and showed no mercy or signs of going easy on you. You were enthusiastic to kiss him back, but his need to have you was even stronger.
The way he started nearly biting on your lips would have soon left bruises, if you hadn’t pulled away. The both of you were breathing heavily after the intense moment, but Yunho wasted no time in trying to rest.
“Who is that coworker? A friend you say?”
You felt your pussy get wetter by his demanding words and you tried your best to give him an answer – one that would satisfy him enough yet encourage him to fuck you senseless.
“We’re not close, but enough to be considered friends-! Yunho!..”
He interrupted you with his fingers suddenly under your clothing, circling your clit.
“What do you need friends for when I’m here? Don’t I give you all you need?”
You squirmed around at the movements of Yunho’s skillful hands. It was hard not to feel even slightly embarrassed; you didn’t want him to know how aroused his possessiveness made you.
“Y-You can’t do work projects for me... I need him.”
Your choice of words pushed the wrong buttons in Yunho, and he took his hand out of your panties. He didn’t care when you whined at the loss of contact, just pure jealousy burning in his eyes.
“You say you need him? Baby, I’m all you need,” his voice was low and dangerous, “There’s nothing and no-one else.”
It didn’t take long for him to have dragged you into the bedroom, his fingers wrapped around your wrist in a bruising grip. You tried to savor every moment despite knowing there were more to come after this.
The streetlights outside were the only source of light in your dim bedroom. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, but apparently Yunho saw well enough to push you onto the bed. Maybe he wouldn’t have cared anyways if he had pushed you accidentally on the floor. Whenever he got like this, satisfying his need to claim you was the top priority.
“Strip.”
You immediately started taking off your nightwear which you had just changed to after shower. Your hair was still damp and smelling like your shampoo. It was definite you’d have to take a shower again after this – preferably with Yunho.
“You’re too slow,” he scolded. The way he started pulling your shorts and panties off was surprisingly gentle; even though he was mad at you, he was still your mere worshipper and saw you as his goddess.
Finally, when you saw him properly, your breath caught in your throat. He wasn’t standing, just on his knees on the bed, but his height was still intimidating. You loved it though. You loved every moment of this, and your pussy throbbed with desire to have him fill you up to the brim.
His chest was heaving with anticipation, and although seeing it bare always excited you, your eyes were fixated on that cock of his.
“I-It’s bigger than I remembered...”
“You’re going to take it nonetheless. You don’t deserve this after how you’ve acted but I need this now,” Yunho stated, his tone leaving no room for discussion.
You felt like a prey, his next meal, as you watched him crawl closer on the bed and lay you down rather harshly. The intense eye contact just added to the arousal you felt leaking out of you. You needed him so bad, and your legs spread open automatically to give him way to your core that was aching for him.
“You need a damn reminder every week of who you belong to. I don’t know if I want you to stop teasing me like that or not,” Yunho whispered, his right hand finding its way to your neck, “At least I get to fuck you like this.”
He turned your gaze back up to him by gripping your neck, when you tried to look at his cock. You managed to see how its tip was covered in clear precum. It was as hard as it always was when you had moments like this, if not even harder. You wondered how it had ever managed to fit inside you with the impressive girth and length.
“Look at me in the eyes. I want you to look at me clearly so you’ll remember my face every time you talk to another man.”
You didn’t have time to process Yunho’s words. As he pushed his cock inside you, it was impossible to think about anything else than him. Although you were as wet as ever for him, it was still almost hard to take him in. No matter how many times he had made love to or fucked you, no matter how fast and rough or slow and romantic, he stretched you up nicely every time.
“My girl. My baby,” Yunho muttered more to himself than to you. His hips had started moving some time ago already, but only now you were coming down back to Earth.
His hand was on your neck like to use it to support himself, but the grip was still somewhat gentle. It tightened every time he thrusted in, and the lack of air just made you lose your mind in the pleasure even more.
Your walls were slippery and starting to adjust to his size, so he slid inside with ease. It didn’t mean there was no delicious friction left though.
“Who do you belong to? Him or me?” he growled into your ear. Although the pace of his hips had grown faster, he made sure to push deep inside you, drawing out every moan he could get from you.
Your attempt to answer was cut off quickly as Yunho’s hands started squeezing your throat. It would have been hard to breathe even if you weren’t breathless already from having him ram your insides.
“Answer me. A little choking shouldn’t shut you up like this.”
Again, you tried to tell Yunho that you were only his to love, fuck, and take care of. But he held your throat tighter again, clearly teasing you. It was impossible to win this game, and you loved it that way.
A mocking smirk spread on Yunho’s lips, “You don’t have to say it. I know you’re mine by the way I’m the only who ever gets to be balls deep inside you.”
He released your neck and pressed his hand lightly on your lower stomach. It was no secret that your boyfriend’s cock was big, but the way you could see a clear bulge, the way your lower abdomen moved up and down with Yunho’s thrusts, made you clench down on him.
“F-Fuck... You make it so hard to stay mad at you,” he groaned out.
You watched his eyebrows furrow as if he was holding back. Finally, you had been able to catch your breath, although it was still difficult due to his relentless thrusts.
“I love you. I’m yours, Yunho...”
Your pleasured admission not only softened his heart a bit but made him even more lustful. He knew you were his. If you tried to leave him, he’d find a way to make you stay – even with force if necessary. But hearing you say out loud once again that you were his satisfied him.
“I know. I know, my pretty girl, and I love you too,” his eyes met yours in a gentle way even.
A loud moan slipped past your lips as Yunho’s fingers found your clit, finally continuing what he had started on the couch in the living room. Circling, pressing, and pinching on it – he did it all. Your sensitive skin tingled and almost felt like on fire.
“W-Will you fill me up?” you grasped at the sheets under you, making them all rumpled and look unkempt. They were dirty anyways due to the sweating.
Yunho moved your hands on his shoulders. There was nothing more that he wanted than to see your nail scrapes on his skin, a mark of who he belonged to.
“I’ll fill you up, baby. My cum will be leaking out,” he looked at you before turning his eyes to his cock, slightly amused, “I’ll just fuck a new load tomorrow then. You’ll have my babies in no time.”
His talk about breeding you brought you closer to your release, and he definitely noticed it by the way your pussy squeezed his thick cock.
“Look at your pussy, how it’s clenching down on me. It likes to be bred, huh?”
“Yunho, I-I'm close... so close,” you whimpered, gripping his shoulders like they were your savior. But you knew nothing could save you from the climax you were reaching quickly.
Yunho smiled down at you a bit cockily, “Have I made clear who you belong to?”
“Yes!” you whined, thighs trembling.
“And who do you belong to, baby?”
If you weren’t in such a state of mind-blowing pleasure, you could have teased him on purpose and said the name of your coworker. However, now that you were so close to coming, you couldn’t ruin this.
“You! You, Yunho!..”
A genuine, sweet smile tugged the corners of his lips slightly upwards. By looking at his furrowed eyebrows, it was clear he was holding back as well, near to orgasm but fighting back for your sake.
And Yunho knew your body so well, that he recognized your sounds of enjoyment and body language, so that just when you reached the peak, he closed the distance between your lips. Your cries of pure pleasure were muffled by his mouth.
His body shook and it didn’t take long for him to go over the edge, to let out a few stifled groans. Hot cum spurted out inside you, filling you just like Yunho had promised.
“So, you’re going to block that man’s number, right?” Yunho mumbled, his head lying down on your chest. He could hear your heart beating rapidly after the intense session but eventually calming down to steady, slow beats.
You chuckled, caressing his hair slightly damp from the sweat, “I can’t block my coworker’s number.”
A surprised and disappointed whine fell past your lips as Yunho got up and pulled his now softened cock out of you. He looked down at your pussy, watching with glee how his fresh cum leaked out. There was a lot of it still inside you, but it wasn’t enough for him. Nothing was ever enough for him when it came to you.
okaaay, so I've been obsessed with yunho and san for a while now, and I've had this idea where reader is dating hj but is secretly obsessing over san and yunho so hj has this little plan where he makes sure yh and san hear them have sex, and catches them peaking so he let's them join in and fuck his gf 🫣
I love this anon I did this as a part 1 so if you guys want part 2 let me know :D
You had been dating Hongjoong for a while, but there was always something that felt off. You couldn't put your finger on it, but you found yourself constantly thinking about two of his bandmates, Yunho and San.
Hongjoong had noticed the way you looked at them, and he wasn't happy about it. He was determined to keep you to himself, to make sure you stayed loyal to him.
One night, after a particularly intense lovemaking session, Hongjoong decided to take matters into his own hands. He wanted to prove to you that he was the only one who could satisfy you, and he wanted to show you the consequences of disloyalty.
As you both lay in bed, catching your breath, Hongjoong leaned in close to your ear.
"I know about your little obsession with Yunho and San," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.
You froze, your eyes widening in shock. You hadn't thought anyone knew about your secret fantasies, let alone Hongjoong.
He smirked at your reaction, clearly pleased that he had caught you off guard.
"Don't look so surprised," he said, his hand trailing down your body. "I've seen the way you look at them. The way your eyes linger a little too long, the way your breath hitches when they're around."
Hongjoong wasted no time in flipping you over, maneuvering you onto your hands and knees. He knelt behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he positioned himself between your legs.
"You're going to show them who you belong to," he growled, his voice rough with possessiveness.
Hongjoong pushed into you with a forceful thrust, filling you up completely. He leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back as he began to move.
"I want them to hear you," he grunted, his breath hot against your ear. "I want them to hear how good I make you feel, how you scream my name."
Hongjoong's pace was relentless, his hips slamming against yours with a possessive urgency. He wanted to claim you, to make sure there was no doubt in your mind who you belonged to.
And as he pounded into you from behind, you couldn't help but let out a series of moans and whimpers, your body responding to his every touch.
As your moans grew louder, you heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom door. Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes widening in panic as you realized that Yunho and San were about to walk in on you.
Hongjoong didn't slow down, if anything he sped up his pace, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he pulled you back against him.
"Let them see," he growled in your ear. "Let them see how good I'm making you feel."
The bedroom door creaked open, and you heard Yunho and San's footsteps stop just inside the room. They were both frozen in shock, their eyes fixed on the sight of you being taken by Hongjoong from behind.
Hongjoong didn't seem bothered by their presence, if anything he seemed to relish in it. He let out a low groan, his hips snapping against yours as he continued to pound into you.
"That's it, baby," he grunted, his voice loud enough for Yunho and San to hear. "Let them hear how wet you are for me."
You could feel their eyes on you, their gazes burning into your skin as they watched Hongjoong claim you. You couldn't help but feel a mix of shame and arousal, knowing that they were witnessing your most intimate moments.
Hongjoong seemed to sense your embarrassment, and he leaned down to whisper in your ear again.
"Don't be shy," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "They're here to watch, to see what a good girl you are for me."
Yunho and San stood there, their expressions a mix of shock and desire. They couldn't tear their eyes away from the scene in front of them, their bodies responding to the sounds and sights of you and Hongjoong together.
Hongjoong continued to pound into you, his thrusts growing more and more intense. He reached around to rub your clit, his fingers moving in tight circles as he sought to push you over the edge.
"Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Come for me while they watch."
You couldn't help but obey, your moans growing louder and more desperate as Hongjoong's touch pushed you closer to the edge. The knowledge that Yunho and San were watching you only added to your arousal, making your body burn with desire.
You could hear their breaths quicken, their eyes fixed on the way Hongjoong's body moved against yours. They were clearly affected by the sight of you being dominated by their bandmate.
Hongjoong leaned back, pulling you up against his chest as he continued to thrust into you. His arms wrapped around your body, holding you tight against him as he whispered filthy things in your ear.
"Look at them," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Look at the way they're watching you. They can't take their eyes off you, can't resist the way you look when you're being taken like this."
You forced yourself to meet their gazes, your eyes locking with Yunho's and then San's. They were both visibly aroused, their eyes dark with desire as they watched you writhe and moan in Hongjoong's arms.
Yunho's hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles white with tension. San's breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you being claimed by his bandmate.
As you looked at them, you could see the conflict in their eyes. They wanted to look away, to give you and Hongjoong some semblance of privacy, but they were too entranced by the scene in front of them.
Hongjoong smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on both you and his bandmates. He nipped at your earlobe, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke.
"They want you," he whispered, his voice laced with arrogance. "They're both so hard just from watching you."
As if on cue, a needy whimper escaped your lips. The knowledge that Yunho and San were so turned on by the sight of you, by the way you were being taken by Hongjoong, only made your arousal stronger.
Hongjoong chuckled in your ear, his chest vibrating against your back. "That's it, baby," he said, his voice low and encouraging. "Let them hear how desperate you are for me."
Your whimpers grew louder, punctuated by moans and gasps as Hongjoong continued to pound into you. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of your skin as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.
Yunho and San shifted uncomfortably, their hands clenching and unclenching at their sides as they struggled to control themselves. They wanted to touch you, to feel your skin beneath their hands, but they knew they weren't allowed.
"Please," you whimpered, your voice trembling with need. "Please, I need more."
Hongjoong's eyes flashed with satisfaction at your words. He loved hearing you beg, loved knowing that he was the one who had reduced you to a needy, desperate mess.
He leaned in to nibble at your earlobe again, his breath hot against your skin. "More what, baby?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me what you need."
"Your fingers," you gasped, your body arching against his. "I need your fingers on my clit."
Hongjoong chuckled, his lips curving into a smirk. "Such a needy little thing," he teased, his hand moving down to circle your clit again.
He began to rub you in earnest, his fingers moving in quick, tight circles as he continued to pound into you from behind.
You cried out as he touched you, the combined stimulation of his cock and his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your body was trembling, your muscles clenching and unclenching as you struggled to hold on.
Yunho and San watched with hungry eyes, their own bodies tense with arousal. They were clearly struggling to control themselves, their hands balled into fists as they watched Hongjoong bring you closer and closer to orgasm.
"Are you close, baby?" Hongjoong growled in your ear, his fingers moving even faster against your clit. "Are you going to come for me, in front of them?"
You could only nod, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure built inside you. You were so close, so desperately close, and you knew that it wouldn't take much more to push you over the edge.
Hongjoong could sense your approaching climax, and he increased the pace of his thrusts, his hips snapping against yours with renewed vigor. His fingers never stopped moving against your clit, rubbing and circling in a way that had you seeing stars.
"Come on, baby," he urged, his voice rough with need. "Let go. Let me see you come undone."
You couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry, you tipped over the edge, your body convulsing as you came hard around Hongjoong's cock.
Your walls clenched and fluttered around him, the sensation causing him to let out a low groan of pleasure. He continued to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm as he chased his own release.
Yunho and San watched with wide eyes, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they watched you come undone in Hongjoong's arms.
As your orgasm subsided, you slumped against Hongjoong, your body limp and spent. He held you close, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he continued to move inside you.
"Good girl," he whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. "You did so well, baby."
He was close now, his hips stuttering as he neared his own release. His breathing was ragged, his grip on you almost painful as he sought to find his own release.
With a final, deep thrust, Hongjoong came inside you, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into you. He let out a low groan, his face buried in your neck as he rode out his orgasm.
Yunho and San watched in awe, their eyes fixed on the way Hongjoong's body tensed and trembled as he came. They were both clearly aroused, their bodies tense with need as they watched the scene unfold before them.
As Hongjoong came down from his high, he slowly pulled out of you, a satisfied smirk on his face. He looked over at Yunho and San, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Enjoy the show, boys?" he asked, his voice low and smug.
Yunho and San could only nod, their eyes still fixed on you as you lay sprawled on the bed, panting and flushed from your orgasm. They looked like they were barely holding themselves together, their bodies tense with desire.
"Now, it's your turn," Hongjoong said, turning his gaze back to you. "Which one of them do you want first, baby?"
Ateez Yunho X Reader where he's fingering her fast and hard when Seonghwa and Hongjoong walk in just as he starts to get rough and put his penis in her
you guys need to stop with these requests I keep writing these and I keep falling myself 🤧
Yunho had you pinned against the wall, his fingers moving rapidly in and out of you.
He was being rougher than usual, his pace fast and relentless. His free hand gripped your hip tightly, holding you in place as he worked you closer and closer to the edge.
You were moaning and gasping for breath, your body trembling under his touch. You were so lost in the pleasure that you didn't even hear the door open.
Seonghwa and Hongjoong stood in the doorway, their eyes widening in surprise at the sight in front of them.
Yunho didn't notice the two men standing there, his focus entirely on you. He added another finger, stretching you further and making you cry out in pleasure.
Seonghwa and Hongjoong watched, their faces a mix of shock and arousal. They had never seen Yunho like this before, so rough and dominant.
As Yunho continued to finger you, Seonghwa and Hongjoong stepped further into the room, their eyes fixed on the scene before them.
They couldn't look away, their own arousal growing as they watched Yunho work you over.
Yunho finally looked up, his gaze locking with Seonghwa and Hongjoong's. He didn't stop his movements, but his expression darkened as he realized they were there.
He growled low in his throat, his grip on your hip tightening possessively.
"Get out," he snarled, his voice low and dangerous.
Seonghwa and Hongjoong exchanged a glance, clearly surprised by Yunho's reaction. But they didn't move, still standing in the doorway watching the scene unfold.
Yunho was done waiting. He pulled his fingers out of you, replacing them with his cock in one swift movement.
He pushed into you roughly, his eyes never leaving Seonghwa and Hongjoong as he did so.
You let out a loud moan as he filled you up, your body clenching around him tightly.
Seonghwa and Hongjoong watched, their faces flushed with a mix of jealousy and arousal. They knew they should leave, but they couldn't bring themselves to move.
Yunho leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Ignore them," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "They're just watching, but you're mine."
He began to move, his hips snapping against yours in a punishing rhythm.
"You're mine," he repeated, his grip on your hip tightening as he thrust into you harder. "And I'm going to make sure they know it."
You couldn't help but moan loudly as he pounded into you, his possessive words only fueling your desire.
Seonghwa and Hongjoong watched with increasing frustration, their own arousal building as they were denied the chance to touch you.
Yunho kept his eyes locked on the two men, a smug grin spreading across his face as he saw the looks of frustration on their faces.
"They're so jealous," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Jealous that they can't have you, that you're mine and mine alone."
He picked up the pace, his hips slamming into you with a relentless force.
"You're mine to touch," he said, his voice low and possessive. "To claim. To pleasure."
Seonghwa and Hongjoong shifted uncomfortably, their eyes fixed on the way Yunho's body moved against yours.
Yunho's anger was building, fueled by the sight of the other men watching him claim you.
He gripped your hips with both hands now, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pounded into you with brutal force.
"Mine," he snarled again, his movements becoming almost feral in their intensity.
You could feel the possessiveness radiating off of him, his every movement screaming ownership.
Seonghwa and Hongjoong were practically panting now, their own hands clenched into fists as they watched you be taken apart by Yunho's dominant display.
Yunho's body was tense with exertion, his muscles straining as he drove into you over and over again.
He leaned down to bite your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin hard enough to leave a mark.
"Mine," he growled again, his voice low and primal. "You belong to me."
You cried out as he bit down, the mixture of pleasure and pain sending shockwaves through your body.
He released your neck, licking at the mark he had left before pulling back to look at you.
"Look at them," he commanded, his eyes flicking over to Seonghwa and Hongjoong. "Look at how desperate they are for you."
You obeyed, your gaze shifting to the two men still standing in the doorway.
Their eyes were dark with desire, their bodies tense with the need to touch you. They looked like they were about to pounce on you at any moment.
Yunho smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on them.
He slowed his pace for a moment, his hips rolling against yours in a teasing motion.
"They're going to have to watch as I make you come," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "And they won't be able to do a thing about it."
You couldn't help but moan again, the feeling of his slow, deliberate movements sending sparks of pleasure through your body.
Yunho chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the sounds you were making.
"That's it," he said, his voice low and encouraging. "Let them hear how good I make you feel."
You couldn't tear your eyes away from the other men as you continued to whimper and writhe beneath Yunho's touch.
Seonghwa and Hongjoong were practically vibrating with tension, their hands clenched into fists at their sides.
They wanted to touch you, to be the ones to make you come undone, but they knew they couldn't.
Yunho leaned down to nibble at your ear, his breath hot against your skin.
"You're so beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Trembling and whimpering, completely lost in pleasure."
He straightened up again, his eyes roving over your body as he continued to move inside you.
"And you're all mine," he said, his voice filled with possessive pride. "Mine to watch, mine to touch, mine to claim."
Yunho could feel you getting close, your walls fluttering around him as you neared your release.
He increased his pace once more, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he chased your pleasure.
"Come for me," he growled, his eyes locked on yours. "Let them see how good I make you feel when you come apart."
You couldn't hold back any longer, the pleasure building inside you until it finally exploded in a wave of ecstasy.
You cried out Yunho's name as you came, your body trembling and clenching around him.
Yunho groaned in satisfaction, watching as you came undone beneath him.
He continued to move inside you, prolonging your orgasm as much as possible.
When you finally came down from your high, he pulled out of you and stepped back, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.
You lay there, panting and spent, as Yunho stood over you with a smug expression on his face.
Seonghwa and Hongjoong were still watching, their eyes fixed on you with a mixture of desire and frustration.
Yunho chuckled as he took in the sight of the two men still standing there, clearly frustrated that they hadn't been able to touch you.
"Looks like they're jealous," he said, his voice smug. "They wish they could be the ones making you come like that."
Seonghwa and Hongjoong exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with a mix of anger and longing.
They wanted to protest, to say something, but they knew better than to try and argue with Yunho when he was like this.
pairing : choi san x fem!reader genre : drabble, [ MDNI 18+ ] smut, established relationship warnings : unprotected sex, petnames, exibitionism, language word count : 0.9k authors note : the lipstick just felt right idk
a soft sigh left your boyfriend’s mouth, and you pressed another kiss to his shoulder—right above his collarbone. his hands gripped your bare thighs, possessive finger prints sure to be left when the deed was done. his head was thrown back, adam’s apple bobbing with every gulp.
your head leveled, admiring the stains your lipstick made against his sculpted upper body. he was beautiful, but san swore he’d never seen something more ethereal than you above him. he’d be happy dying right now, inside you. which was arguably his favorite place to be.
“fuck, baby.” you whimpered, clawing at his abdomen as you lifted and dropped your hips in a steady rhythm, “we’re shaking the car so much.” a breathy laugh cascaded from his open mouth. “leaving nothing to the imagination.”
“let them watch, then.” he smirked, your insides clenching just a bit harder at the sight—and thought. “i’m the one fucking you, aren’t i?”
you felt a sense of relief at the thought. yeah, he was. no one knew you better. ruined from the inside out by the most perfect man you’ve ever called yours.
but it was still midday, the sunshine glistening over both your skin. the windows were fogged up—clichely—the humidity making a drop of sweat roll down your sternum. san fought the urge to lean in and lick between your boobs, watching through hooded eyes.
“actually,” you braced yourself, speeding up just a little bit. a hearty moan left his throat, as you gulped your noises down. you pouted, “i’m doing all the work.”
“are you?” he asked, a sudden sense of competitiveness mixing with the lust in the air, “i know you can’t cum like this, angel.”
“fuck o—“ you rolled your eyes as his hands grabbed your ass, assisting your fleeting attempts to keep you both satisfied. “g-god.” he lifted you just enough to still be shoved deep inside you, thrusting up into the spot that kept your vision blurry.
your cherry-red nails wracked over the lipstick marks, smudging them. you were a mess, metaphorically and not, and it coated him in love. he’d never been graced with someone as beautiful as you. never someone so innocent looking, but so goddamn devilish. you had him wrapped around your fingers with the webs you spun, but there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
he would live and die with you, that was for certain.
you bit your lip, trying your best to be quiet—because after all, you were in a public park. yes, your windows were tinted, but by how much the car was moving, it wouldn’t be hard to plainly see what was happening on the leather seats.
his fingers gripped your jaw, leaving your lower half for a moment. then, his thumb ran over your bottom lip, dragging the color across them and to your cheek.
it was hot. everything was hot; the sun shining through the windows, the early september, your boyfriend's intoxicating gaze and ways. the way he felt inside you and as his hands roamed your skin. he was hot. borderline burning.
you were out of breath, using whatever was left in you to tell him how close you were to coming undone.
“yeah?” he asked, humming as he leaned up to capture your smudged lips in a kiss that somehow left you even more breathless. you panted against his mouth, and he smirked so devilishly well that your stomach twisted impossibly tighter. “i told you baby, we both know what you need.” he was right. he knew you so well. every little thing that got you going, and made you stop was his to read and memorize.
“s-san—oh my god.” you spewed out between moans (that you didn’t even care about anymore). “fuc-fuck, baby, please don’t stop.”
“i wasn’t planning on it, princess. this was just the warm up.” if you were half a mind you would’ve laughed, however you were on the brink of the most earth shattering orgasm you’ve ever felt brewing. and he knew that, only adding fuel to the fire. “go ahead and cum so we can get home, fuck this date, baby, i need you seven ways to sunday, right now.”
you came, hard, and then so did san, stilling you both as it got overwhelming. you pecked his skin to ground yourself, leaving behind traces of red that were barely noticeable now that your lipstick was everywhere but your lips. his chest rose and fell with an unsteady rhythm, keeping lodged inside of you—because that’s how you both liked it.
enough time went by that the windows were beginning to become see through again, and you huffed, the reality sinking in. his head leveled from being thrown back—just letting you nip at his skin—giving you a confused look.
you pushed off his chest, staring down at him. “it’s hot.” you admired your art, getting a little worked up at the thought of another person seeing the stains you’d left, “and you’re a mess.”
but, you wouldn’t let that happen.
“yeah, it is.” he used the back of his arm to swipe his lips, not really doing much to clean them. “and you’re not much better yourself, angel.”
but, somehow you’d gotten here, disregarding the small sandwiches you’d made earlier and the diet pepsi that was going flat as it warmed in the trunk; prepared (almost 30 minutes ago) for a cute picnic date with your man. but… you guess, you’ve never actually felt fuller now.
Pairings: Kim Hongjoong/Reader, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung
Genre: SMUT (MDNI 18+)
Word count: 12.6k
Warnings: choking, orgasm denial, Hongjoong is heavily tattooed and pierced, reader is a brat, unprotected sex (wrap it up, pleaseeee!), drinking, oral (F/M receiving), phone sex (sort of?), jealous Kim Hongjoong, pet names (baby, gorgeous, pretty, Kitten), Hongjoong has a Captain kink. Lemme know if I missed anything? lol
Summary: Wooyoung and San attempt to be your wingmen and invite Hongjoong over for a game night. Spicy Jenga makes for a jealous Hongjoong.
SPECIAL THANKS TO @mlwood1498 for helping with the spice when my brain was STUCK
“Yah! Y/N! We’re having a friend over tonight for drinks and games. You cool with that?” Wooyoung shouts from the kitchen where he’s making breakfast for him and San. You go to join him in the kitchen, Wooyoung’s cooking making your mouth water.
“I mean, I guess that depends on which friend, Woo” you sigh, already knowing it’s gonna happen whether you’d like it to or not. He was only asking out of courtesy. “Did you make some for me, too?” You plead with a pout and big doe eyes you know he can’t say no to.
“Pftt, of course I did. I definitely don’t want you in the kitchen. You almost burned down the entire apartment in your previous attempt to cook” he says, rolling his eyes ever so dramatically. “And the friend is Kim Hongjoong. Ya know, the one you’re always eye fucking?”
Your cheeks turn hot from the blush creeping across them, and San howls with laughter.
“I do NOT!” you scowl as you smack Wooyoung on the shoulder.
He turns away from the stove to face you and sees your bright red face. “I’d say the tomato color you're currently sporting tells me otherwise” a soft, veiny hand coming to pinch your cheeks.
“Yeah, Y/N. You make it so obvious” San says through his giggles. “Listen, we’re just trying to potentially be your wingmen tonight.”
“I dont NEED wingmen, you assholes!”
“Y/N, when was the last time you got a good dick down?” Wooyoung is looking at you, an eyebrow raised, waiting for an answer.
“Look, I don’t have a live in fuck toy” your eyes motioning between him and San. “It’s… been a while” you sigh dejectedly.
“Yeah, Y/N, we knew that. Which is why we’re trying to be good besties here and help you out. Even though you just called me a fuck toy” San says, feigning offense.
“Looks like we’re getting Y/N some dick tonight” Wooyoung lets out his high pitched cackle.
“I never even agreed to this” you whine. “And I think maybe you should pay more attention to your cooking than my sex life, before you burn the apartment down.”
“Just think about it, Y/N. We’re obviously not gonna force you into anything” Wooyoung shrugs.
“Does he even know the intentions of having him over? How do you know he’d even be down for it? And how would you even know if he’s gonna be a good fuck?” You shoot your questions to Wooyoung and San a million miles a minute.
“First off, Y/N. He has an idea of why he’s coming over. Second, if you weren’t drooling like a dog over that man, you would also notice the way he eye fucks you right back. So I know he’s more than down. I just didn’t want to give him any expectations, in case, ya know, you were gonna turn down some dick from the man of your dreams.”
Wooyoung always has to tease. God, you can’t stand him sometimes.
“And as far as your third question, I’m not going to go into too much detail on how I know. Just know that I do.”
After the three of you finish breakfast (which was amazing of course, living with Wooyoung was like having a personal chef) you head to your room and flop down on your comfy bed. You unlock your phone and open instagram to mindlessly scroll for a bit. Except the moment you open it, Kim Hongjoong is staring back at you.
You stare, open mouthed, at the insanely gorgeous photo he’s posted. His dark brown undercut styled perfectly. The wink, further drawing you in with his long, pretty eyelashes and the eyebrow piercing bringing attention to his well shaped brows. The simple diamond stud adorning his left nostril. The neck tattoos peeking from the collar of his button up. And at last, the part of the photo that had you thinking that maybe this night might not be such a bad idea after all. His pierced tongue poking through his perfect set of teeth and plump, shiny, also pierced lips.
You lock your phone and toss it across your bed. You scream into your pillow with frustration, thoughts of what Hongjoong could do with that pretty mouth flooding your brain. How good that sharp nose would feel against your clit as you ride his face, fucking into you with his (most likely) very experienced, jeweled tongue. The thoughts made the temperature in the room become increasingly uncomfortable.
“Fuck, I need to get a grip” you say to yourself as you push yourself up until you’re sitting on your knees in the middle of your bed. The bed that may soon be occupied with you and Hongjoong, playing out your current fantasies.
You rummage through your messy dresser drawers in search of something sexy and unexpected to put under the baggy sweats and sweatshirt you were planning on wearing tonight. After some digging around, you find your full body leather harness that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. This way, if things go right, Hongjoong will be pleasantly surprised. And if this doesn't go as planned, you don’t look like you were desperate for his touch.
At the particular moment you decide to toss the harness onto you bed, Wooyoung and San decide to burst into your room, unannounced.
“Ya, have yall ever heard of knocking? Scared the shit out of me! And what if I was standing here naked!?”
“Relax, Y/N. It’s nothing we haven’t seen before” Wooyoung says casually, ignoring your dramatics. “Besides, the only person I’m really interested in seeing naked is San. And maybe Hongjoong.”
San raises an eyebrow and side eyes Wooyoung. “You can’t be for real, Woo?”
“What!? I've heard some things and I wanna know if they’re true. That’s all.” Wooyoung shrugs, as if that’s something completely normal to say in front of your boyfriend.
“Wait, what kind of things?” you ask, curiosity lighting you on fire.
“Y/N, I already told you, you aren’t getting a word out of me. And from the looks of what you’ve got picked out, you’re planning on finding out for yourself.” He nods his head to your chosen fit for the night.
“Is that all you’re wearing tonight?” San seems a little surprised, as you’re usually not that forward. “Kinda just screams ‘I’m desperate, come fuck me now’” he chuckles.
“No, you fucking dummy! I’m wearing sweats and a sweatshirt over it!”
“Ahh, get him with the element of surprise. Ok, I see you, Y/N.” Wooyoung smirks as he wiggles his eyebrows at you.
“What the hell did you guys even come in here for in the first place?”
“Oh, we wanted to know if you wanted to go to the store with us to grab snacks and drinks for tonight. We’re leaving in 5.” San takes Wooyoung by the hand and they head back to the living room.
You throw on a simple graphic tee and ripped black jeans for your endeavor to the store. You head to meet San and Wooyoung in the living room. “Ok, let’s goooo!”
The entire ten minute ride to the store consisted of Wooyoung and San hounding you with questions about the evening that was about to unfold.
“So you’re really about to let us be your wingmen tonight, huh?”
“Wooyoung, I swear to God if you don’t shut up. I’m going to spend the entire night in my room.”
“Aw, come on Y/N. I know Hongjoong is really looking forward to tonight.” San joining in on Wooyoung’s teasing as your cheeks begin to turn a rosy pink.
“Ugh, let’s just go grab what we need and get back home. I’m in desperate need of a shower” you sigh as Wooyoung parks the car.
You guys grab a cart and begin filling it with an array of chips and candy. San tosses in a box of pepero.
You shoot San a questioning glance. “And what are those for, San?”
“Oh, you already know Y/N,” a mischievous smirk spreading across his face.
You give yourself a harsh face palm and slide your hand down your face. They really were trying incredibly hard to make tonight’s tensions as high a possible.
Heading into the aisles of alcohol, Wooyoung picks up the cheapest, probably most vile option he could find for vodka. “This should work!”
“Woo, that’s literally the worst option out of everything here!”
“Duh, Y/N, it’s supposed to be a punishment, not enjoyable.”
“Punishment?” A perplexed look crosses your face.
“Yeah, we’re playing a game with certain challenges. But if you decide not to follow through, your punishment is a double shot of this shit,” he says waving the bottle in his hand. “Among other rules we’ll explain when Hongjoong arrives.”
“Why do I not trust this?”
Defeated, the three of you head to go check out with the massive amount of snacks and the bottle of alcohol you’ve thrown into the cart.
Upon returning home, you help San and Wooyoung unpack everything and you rush to your room in order to get yourself prepared for tonight’s events. You definitely need an ‘everything’ shower.
You step into your private bathroom, and turn the shower on to a comfortable setting. You’re going to be there for a while. This is the first time you’ve gotten laid in at least a year. First impressions matter, and you wanted to make a damn good one on Hongjoong.
Stepping under the warm water, calming your nerves just a little, you lather yourself with your favorite vanilla and jasmine soap. You deep condition your hair (if his hands end up in it, you want him to enjoy the feel of your soft hair). You make sure everything is smoothly shaven. You hop out and lather yourself with your matching body lotion and wrap your fluffy towel around you to head back to your room.
Staring at the leather contraption on the bed, you realize you’ve never actually worn this particular item before.
“Hey, fuckers! I need help!” you shout through the apartment.
“San and Wooyoung at your service” both bowing as they enter your room and try to stop the giggles from escaping.
You hand them the puzzling pieces of leather and wonder why you even bother wearing anything at all at this point.
“I can’t figure this out,” you whine, a pout decorating your lips.
“Oh, I’ve got this!” Woo says ever so cockily. “Drop the towel, babe.”
Hesitant for a second, you remember that being roommates for so long, they’ve definitely seen their fair share of your body, so you toss your towel aside.
San and Wooyoung work quietly, bending, twisting, poking, and prodding you until you’re fully situated in the body harness, that does nothing to cover, and everything to accentuate.
Wooyoung turns you around to admire their work. San lets out an appreciative whistle. “If Hongjoong doesn’t fuck you stupid once he sees this, he’s insane.”
“Ok, ok, get out now!” You hurry them out of your bedroom, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Hongjoong is supposed to arrive in a half an hour. You’ve got to throw on your sweats and sweatshirt, and try to relax and calm yourself before the man of the hour shows up. You busy yourself with prepping the snacks for the night.
As soon as you’ve spread out the snacks, vodka, and shot glasses on the glass coffee table, you sit down, nerves finally calm, and the doorbell chimes loudly, startling you.
“Hey, Y/N you want to go answer that?” San says cheekily.
“Do I have a choice?” you banter back, rolling your eyes.
You shove yourself off the couch and head across the living room to make your way to the door. You take a deep breath before carefully opening it, finally coming face to face with Hongjoong. He flashes you a smile with those perfect teeth and you catch yourself looking at the lip ring shining right in the middle of his plump bottom lip. God, those lips look so kissable. He’s dressed in a black button up and dark denim Levi’s.
“Hey, Y/N!” his voice pulling you from your thoughts.
“Hey, Hongjoong!” You smile back as you step aside to let him in. He kicks off his heeled boots and sets them by the door.
He follows you into the living room, where Wooyoung and San are comfortably spread out on the larger couch, leaving the small love seat to you and Hongjoong. Nice play, boys.
“Hey, Joong!” the boys greet in unison.
“Hey! Thanks for inviting me over. I’m excited to have a night to relax. I’m usually so busy working on music that I just don’t ever have time to do stuff like this!”
“Of course! Sit back and relax, man.” Wooyoung gestures to the love seat that you’re currently standing behind.
He plops down and makes himself comfortable. All three of them have noticed you still have yet to move from your spot. Hongjoong tilts his head back to look at you, his exposed, tattooed neck looking really suckable right about now.
“You can come sit with me. I don’t bite. Unless, ya know, you’re into that sort of thing? I don’t judge,” he snickers, and again, for the nth time tonight, your cheeks heat up with blush.
You sit down next to him, hugging your knees to your chest, as that’s your most comfortable way to sit. “Don’t start your shit, Kim Hongjoong.”
“Ooo, someone’s feisty!” he teases, and you lightly smack his arm. Just from the slight impact, you can tell he’s got some impressive arms under his button up. San and Wooyoung are watching the whole thing unfold and can’t help but howl with laughter at the exchange.
As the laughter from the two dies down, Wooyoung suggests putting on a movie. “How about a scary movie, Y/N? Your favorite!”
You shoot Woo the most evil side eye you can manage. Your roommates know you despise scary movies.
Hongjoong notices the interaction and begins to taunt you. “What? Are you scared Y/N?”
“Pffftt, no? Why would I be scared? It’s just a movie.”
Hongjoong gives a knowing smile and you’re definitely going to make Wooyoung pay for this later.
San and Wooyoung get comfortable on the couch and the intro to the movie begins. Hongjoong decides to make himself comfortable as well, turning so his back is resting against the arm of the love seat, one foot on the floor, the other resting gently behind you.
“Come here, Y/N, relax a little.” Hongjoong puts his arms around your waist and pulls you to sit between his legs, your back resting against his well defined chest. He wrestles a blanket hanging from the back of the couch and places it over the two of you. He nuzzles into your neck and you can hear him sharply inhale.
“Damn, Y/N, you smell amazing,” he whispers into your ear, and the ghost of breath that tickles your ear gives you goosebumps and sends shivers down your spine.
You try to ignore your growing arousal at being so close to him. “Pay attention to the movie, Joong” you whisper back.
The moment you both focus your attention back to the screen is the very moment a scene makes you jump and you pull the blanket over your face, partly to hide your embarrassment, and partly from fear.
You hear Hongjoong chuckling lowly in your ear. “It’s just a movie, right Y/N? Not scared, my ass.”
You return his teasing by repositioning yourself onto your side and placing a harsh bite right to his bicep. His eyes widen just a bit, and you see the fire ignite in them behind his long lashes. He snakes his arm up your body and places his hand, decorated with tattoos and rings on your throat, not squeezing, but resting it there, and he feels you gulp.
His voice vibrating against your ear that is now resting against his chest, “Mmm, so you do enjoy biting. You better be careful, Kitten.” he warns.
Through the remainder of the movie his hand stays placed on your neck, rubbing against the unmarked skin with his thumb. You hadn’t paid attention to a damn thing that happened in that movie since he wrapped that pretty custom necklace around you.
The credits begin rolling and you receive a quizzical look from Wooyoung and San. “What are you guys doing over there?”
“Someone doesn’t know how to keep their teeth to themselves.” Hongjoong says with a cocky smirk.
“Oh, yeah. That doesn’t surprise me. She learned from the best, see?” Wooyoung giggles as he grabs San’s arm and sinks his teeth into his forearm.
“Yah, Woo! What the fuck was that for?”
“Since when do I ever have a reason for biting? It’s just fun!” Wooyoung simply says with a shrug
Hongjoong is amused by the quarrel between the two boyfriends.
“I have to agree with you, Woo. It’s definitely fun.” You hear the mischief in his voice before you even realize what’s happening. He tilts your head to the side and nips the bare skin of your neck. This elicits a moan from you and you quickly slap your hand over your mouth. “Mmm, so responsive, Kitten.”
Wooyoung leaves the comfort of San’s lap, stands up and claps his hands together, pulling you from the trance Hongjoong has placed you in. “Ok, who’s ready for drinks and drunk Jenga!?”
“What the fuck is drunk Jenga, Woo?” curiosity coming through in your voice.
“Ok, here. Let me explain. So me and San have taken the liberty of writing little challenges on each of the blocks. So when you pull your block, you either do what the block says, or take your punishment, in the form of two shots. If you knock the tower down, you must sit in the lap of another player for the rest of the game. The others get to decide who.”
“Alright, let’s get the real party started!” exclaims Hongjoong.
Wooyoung heads to grab the game while everyone else repositions themselves in their spots to have better access to the coffee table.
Wooyoung returns and begins setting up the blocks, while you try sneaking a peek at what’s written on them.
“Yah! Y/N, if you try cheating, I’m gonna give you your punishment now!”
“Ok, ok. I’ll behave!” Hongjoong snickers next to you.
“And what exactly is so funny, Joong?”
“You saying you’ll behave. That might be true. For the moment.” He leans to whisper into your ear “But I’m planning on changing that, Kitten.” The pet name made your head spin and your pussy throb.
With the game finally set up, it’s a battle of rock, paper, scissors to find out who is the first victim of the Jenga blocks. This of course happens to be you.
You kneel in front of the coffee table and steady your hands to pull out a block. San and Wooyoung know you are the worst at Jenga. Despite that, you expertly pull a block from near the top of the stack and internally face palm yourself.
“Feed someone a sip” you read aloud.
San and Wooyoung are whooping with excitement and they both immediately decide that this will be a challenge for you and Hongjoong.
“You ok with that, Joong?” asks San.
“Yeah, of course. I’m not a pussy.” he snickers.
You roll your eyes at his cockiness and pour a shot of the vile alcohol. Shot in hand, you straddle Hongjoong’s lap, taking him by surprise.
“Not so cocky now, huh, Joongi?” mischievous grin spreading across your face. Your free hand roughly grips his chin and tilts his head back, his eyes widening in shock as he bites his plump, pink lips.
“Open up for me Joong” you assert in a very seductive tone. He does as told, and you pour the shot into his waiting mouth. He swallows and lets out a noise confirming his distaste for the bitter spirit.
You press yourself against him and lower your lips to his ear. “Good boy” your breath ghosts against him.
Wooyoung is loving your controlling behavior towards Hongjoong and is smacking San’s leg, trying to control himself from embarrassing you and ruining your feisty streak. You slowly climb off Hongjoong’s lap and reclaim your spot next to him on the loveseat. Hongjoong is still speechless and reeling from the pet name. After a few moments, he murmurs out a soft “fuck, I’m in for a hell of a night” to himself.
“Didn’t expect Y/N to give you a run for your money did you, Joong?” Wooyoung giving his best witch cackle.
“I mean, she’s always so quiet and shy. But they do say those are the ones you should watch out for. I should have known better. It’s ok, two can play that game, right Kitten?” Hongjoong shoots you a sideways glance.
You pressing your thighs together to help control the heat that is radiating from your core doesn’t go unnoticed by him. He’s not the only one in for a long night.
Next is San’s turn.
“Slap an ass. Oh come on, why did we even put this? This is too easy! We’re all in agreement that this is a Woo and I challenge?”
“Absolutely” you and Hongjoong agree together.
“How do you want me, Sannie?” Wooyoung urges.
“Hmmm, let’s make it a little more interesting shall we? Pants down and across my lap, Youngie.”
Wooyoung’s cheeks flush red at the request, but follows San’s orders and pulls his pants down enough to give San full access to his firm, toned ass, and climbs across San’s lap, ass in the air.
“Awww, don’t be shy now. You know you enjoy the attention, baby.”
Wooyoung whines low in his throat at the comment and prepares himself. San gently rubs Wooyoung’s cheeks before pulling his arm back as far as possible and landing an extremely hard, loud slap to Wooyoung’s right ass cheek. He lets out a whiny moan at the impact and buries his face as best as he can to hide the fucked out look he probably has on his face right now.
“Don’t hide. Stand up, pretty, let them see.”
San helps him stand and turns him around, ass on display for you and Hongjoong.
“He’s not gonna be able to sit for like a week, San. Damn.” Hongjoong lets out a long whistle at the bright red, swollen handprint adorning Wooyoung’s ass.
“He’s usually used to this shit by now, but like damn, that’s an impressive one, for sure, San” you add.
San pulls Wooyoung’s boxers and pants back up and Wooyoung kneels at the coffee table to take his turn. Wooyoung pulls a block from near the bottom of the stack, the tower wavering a little, but he manages to pull it out without incident.
“Lick? Mmm, shirt off, Sannie.”
San quickly pulls his shirt off and tosses it somewhere onto the floor. He places his huge arms across the back of the couch and spreads his legs. Wooyoung drops to his knees in front of San and lightly runs his hands up his thighs to rest on his petite waist. Wooyoung licks his lips, and San looks down at them, adoring his singular dot that embellishes his bottom one. Wooyoung then takes his wet, slippery tongue and starts from San’s navel, languidly licking up the middle of his body. He runs his tongue right up the middle of his rock hard abs. He stands, tongue never leaving his boyfriend's body, and perches himself on San’s lap while continuing to run his hands up his body, rubbing his thumbs over San’s perked nipples, as his tongue finally reaches his neck.
San moans at the sensation and Wooyoung can feel his dick twitch beneath him.
“Mmm, you like that, Sannie?” Wooyoung hums in his ear.
San takes a hand and places it on Wooyoung’s neck, pushing him back gently. “Stop being a brat, Youngie.”
You catch movement from Hongjoong out of the corner of your eye, and you can tell he’s desperately trying to regain some confront from the bulge that’s forming in his jeans from the Woosan interaction. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t absolutely drenched from watching them either.
“Damn, I’m feeling a little lonely over here” teases Hongjoong, eyes dark.
“Well, it’s your turn next, Joong. See what fate lies for you in the Jenga blocks.” Wooyoung nods to the tower in the middle of the coffee table.
“Alright, here goes nothing!” Again, another amazing player at Jenga, Hongjoong plucks the block from the tower easily.
“Blowjob shot?” he reads with a raised eyebrow. “Ok, so who am I taking this off of?”
“I vote Woo!” you and San blurt out at the same time. Hongjoong chuckles in amusement and pours a shot bringing it over to Wooyoung to get started on their challenge.
“You aren’t gonna back out Joongi?” you say playfully.
“Kitten, I never back down from a dare.” Still half hard, he taps Wooyoung’s knee to get him to spread his legs enough for him to fit himself in between them and places the shot glass onto his lap. He crosses his hands behind his back and places his pierced lips around the top of the glass and tosses his head back, downing the shot effortlessly.
“Damn, that was fucking hot” you whisper breathlessly.
You are a mess right now. And if the smirk on Hongjoong’s face when he heads back to sink into his spot next to you is any indication, he knows.
Hongjoong’s inked hand grips your thigh tightly, too close to where you want them, but not close enough. “Looks like we’re back to you, Y/N.”
You study the tower, looking for a block to pull that’s not going to cause the tower to crumble. You find the perfect one and slip it out of its spot.
“Body shot! Ok, this one is actually kind of fun.”
San and Wooyoung give you a look and you already know once again that you’re paired with Hongjoong for this challenge.
Running his jeweled tongue over his perfect lips, he quips “Body shots are definitely fun Y/N. Let’s do it.”
You stand to grab the bottle of death from the table as Hongjoong lays himself across the love seat, hands behind his head that’s resting on the arm.
“Gotta unbutton the shirt, Y/N” he gestures cockily with his eyes to the neatly pressed button down.
You roll your eyes at him, climb onto his muscular thighs, and begin working the buttons, starting from the top. When you make it towards the bottom of his neatly tucked shirt, you pull it from his pants and slide it off of him.
The sight before you makes your jaw drop slightly. His intricately tattooed chest, and huge pecs lead you right to his perked nipples, each sporting a metal barbell. Your tongue tingles and mouth waters with the need to taste and tease them. Hongjoong moves his legs a bit to snap you back to reality.
“Like what you see, huh Y/N?” devilish smirk playing across his lips. “You’ve still got a challenge to complete.”
You can feel your body heating up as you slide further down to position yourself comfortably enough to pour the shot into his navel and take it. As you go to pour it, two things stop you in your tracks. The first, the dangly chrome silver star bringing attention to where your mouth is soon to be. The second, the sailor font showing just over the waistband of his dark denim jeans. The strength of your curiosity outweighs any rational thought, as you pull his waistband down just enough to see the full script.
“Captain?” you quirk up an eyebrow.
“It was a dare,” he shrugs. “And I told you I will never back down from a dare, Kitten. But, focus now. You’re keeping everyone waiting.”
Without further hesitation, you pour the bitter liquid into his navel and very slowly and deliberately lap it up. Hongjoong removes his hands from behind his head, placing one on the back of yours as you continue to lick and suck, knowing damn well the shot is long gone. Hongjoong is fully hard as he grips your hair, gently lifting you off of his abdomen and looking through his long lashes, down at you with hunger filled eyes.
“I think it’s gone now, Y/N” he manages to breathe out.
“Damn Y/N, you trying to suck his soul out through his belly button?” Wooyoung pesters.
“Yeah, you did a number on him just now” says San, having to add in his two cents, of course.
“I was just doing the challenge, like you guys said” you brush off their teasing as you clamber off Hongjoong so he can move his legs to give you back your spot on the love seat.
“Hell of a way to do that, Y/N” Hongjoong spits out.
The rotation has made its way back to San who pulls a ‘dicks drink’ block. All three men pour their shots and down them, less than enthusiastic.
“God, that really does taste like shit” Wooyoung chokes out.
“Told you, asshole!” you say, giggling at their suffering.
Next up is Wooyoung, carefully choosing his block as they are becoming fewer, and the possibility of the tower crashing down becomes greater. A playful smile fills his face as he shows the group the block reading ‘Pepero game’. Wooyoung leans to whisper into San’s ear, and he definitely enjoyed what he heard.
“Ok, since me and San have already decided, and majority rules in this game, Y/N, come here. You’re doing this one with me.” Your eyes widen but you honestly aren’t the least bit surprised. Wooyoung has always loved stirring the pot.
You raise yourself from the loveseat and head over to Wooyoung, Pepero already waiting in his mouth. San scoots over a bit, giving Wooyoung room to scoot over, so you can sit comfortably next to him. As you sit, your eyes glance over at Hongjoong for a brief moment, noticing his tense posture and the clench of his jaw.
Feeding off the fact that you know Hongjoong is becoming increasingly jealous, you take Wooyoung’s face in your hands, and the Pepero into your mouth. You take small, slow bites, the stick disappearing between your lips until they’re centimeters from Wooyoung’s. You close the almost nonexistent gap between the two of you, and press your lips to his. The kiss starts off leisurely, but grows needy rather quickly. You and Wooyoung sharing moans into each others mouths. You partly blame the alcohol. And the rest of the blame goes to Hongjoong, for working you up the entire night.
San sees how hot things are getting between the two of you, and Hongjoong’s extremely pissed off expression that he’s trying unsuccessfully to hide, and decides to interject.
“Alright, challenge over you two!”
San is pulling Wooyoung back and your lips part with a wet pop. You both are panting, trying to catch your breath. In spite of Hongjoong’s jealousy, he is insanely hard, and is fighting every voice in his mind to take you right now in front of San and Wooyoung, and let them know who you really belong to.
You happily make your way back over to Hongjoong, knowing you have very successfully riled him up.
“How ya feeling, Joongi?”
He turns himself on the loveseat, grips your neck in warning, cold rings giving you chills, pulls your ear to his mouth and growls.
“Oh, you thought that shit was cute, huh Y/N?”
Gulping at the suddenness of his aggressive behavior, but being the brat that you are, you decide to see how far you can push his buttons.
“Judging from the way your dick is straining against your jeans, I’d say you thought so too, Joong.”
“I’d watch your mouth if I was you, Kitten.”
“Hmm, does it do tricks?” you say with a giggle as you go cross eyed attempting to look at your own mouth. Hongjoong lets out an exasperated growl and pushes you away by the throat.
He turns his attention back to the tower on the table and seals his fate for his turn.
“Kiss. Hmmm, since I’m the guest tonight, I’m vetoing the majority rules.”
There’s a fire in his eyes as he beckons San over. “San, come here.”
San opens and closes his mouth a few times, thinking of protesting, but heads over to you and Hongjoong on the loveseat.
Hongjoong stands just before San reaches him, and grabs San by the shirt and aggressively throws him onto the seat next to you. He knows you’re just as riled up as he is, and he’s gonna make you watch. Payback is a bitch. Hongjoong perches himself onto San’s lap and you and Wooyoung exchange shocked glances.
Hongjoong wraps his arms around San’s neck and begins lapping and leaving hot, wet kisses from his neck, to his ear, along his sharp, defined jawline, until he makes it to San’s lips. San is losing any ounce of control as he grabs Hongjoong’s tiny waist, as Hongjoong begins grinding against him, seeking the slightest bit of friction to help his raging hard on. San and Hongjoong are a mess of teeth, tongue, saliva, and throaty moans, and you’re convinced if Hongjoong was pantless, they would absolutely be fucking each other right here in front of you and Wooyoung.
Nothing can hide just how aroused you are at this point, a wet patch soaking through your sweatpants. Wooyoung doesn’t seem to be faring any better. You know how much he enjoys watching, so this is torture for him. Hongjoong finally parts from San, resting their foreheads together with a breathy ‘fuck’, and Wooyoung lets out a low whine.
“Haha, that’s karma for you two” San grins, looking at you and Wooyoung.
“That’s so unfair” you squeak out.
Hongjoong slips off of where he was perched on San’s lap, allowing him to return to his very horny boyfriend on the opposite couch. Hongjoong notices the wet spot you’re currently dealing with and shows a toothy smile.
“Judging from that nice wet spot, I bet you thought that shit was cute, huh?” throwing your words back at you.
“Fuck you, Joong.”
“Oh, you will.”
You shoot him daggers as you go to pull yet another block from the dwindling tower.
“Strip and sit on someone’s lap for a turn. Really guys?” you whimper.
“Yes, really. And me and Youngie have already decided whose lap that’s gonna be. Come here, pretty.” San motions you over. “Any objections, Joong?”
Hongjoong is balling up his fists so hard that his white knuckles are showing through his meticulously tattoos hands.
“Nope, none at all” venom seeping through his clenched teeth.
San and Wooyoung are fully prepared for what you’re wearing underneath your baggy clothes. Hongjoong, on the other hand, has no idea, and his dick is already leaking profusely. He throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to wait out your turn.
“Come on babe, lose the clothes” Wooyoung provokes.
You swiftly remove your sweatshirt and sweatpants and toss them aside. In nothing but your skimpy leather harness, that leaves the best parts of you completely exposed, you settle yourself onto San’s waiting lap. Your soaked pussy is already leaving a mess on San’s pants, and feeling his hard dick underneath you is doing nothing to help matters.
“Joong-ah” San coos at Hongjoong who still hasn’t taken a glance in your direction. “Come on. Look at how pretty Y/N is” San purrs right next to your ear, making you clench around nothing.
Hongjoong lifts his head from its resting place, eyes still tightly shut as he rubs his face with his hands in frustration. He drops his hands from his face as he hesitantly begins to open his eyes, letting out a long, deep breath in the process. The second his eyes land on you, every bit of sanity he was holding on to has dissipated. His dark eyes are ablaze, and he’s licking his lips furiously with his pierced tongue. His decorated hands head for his neatly styled locks and he begins pulling at them in want. No. NEED. He needs to taste you, to feel you. IMMEDIATELY.
“Fuck, Y/N. Are you trying to kill me?” Hongjoong says with the neediest whine you think you’ve ever heard come from a man.
Now that Hongjoong is focused on you, in an attempt to add fuel to both yours and Hongjoong’s fire, San places feather light touches across your body. Ghosting his fingers up and down your arms, your thighs, your sides, your neck. You shiver, despite the heat coursing through you.
“Shit, my lap is wet” San moans out, making eye contact with Hongjoong over your shoulder.
Hongjoong’s forearms are resting across his thighs, hands folded together, and if looks could kill, San would be a dead man. Envy is pouring off of Hongjoong in waves, and something about that is insanely fucking attractive to you. Wooyoung is whining and whimpering next to you and San, desperate for a tinge of attention.
San cups his boyfriend’s dick, straining desperately against his tight jeans. “Be a good boy, and be patient.”
“Ok, my turn” San says, completely unphased by the death glare given by Hongjoong.
He contemplates for a minute on which block to pull. He pulls his choice and the tower threatens to fall, but his quickness prevents the catastrophe.
“Take a shot, simple enough. Y/N, will you pour me one?” You slide off of San’s lap, onto your knees in front of the table to pour the shot, Hongjoong’s eyes following your every move.
San unconsciously clears his throat, yanking Hongjoong from his thoughts of you on your knees for him. Hongjoong glances at the man across from him, only to see the ever present dark patch now covering San’s lap from your leaking pussy.
You place yourself back into San’s lap, handing him the shot that he downs in one quick swallow, burning be damned. Hongjoong is running the barbell in his tongue across his teeth, giving himself anything to focus on but the sting of jealousy bubbling under his skin.
“It’s your turn, pretty,” San directs at Wooyoung. Wooyoung takes his pick, the tower is almost useless at this point, and you know at your turn, this thing is definitely crumbling.
Wooyoung pulls ‘kiss’ and needily engulfs San’s lips, the latter swallowing Wooyoung’s moans and gasps. They disconnect with a wet smack, saliva still connecting them until San licks his lips. “My needy boy,” San’s smooth voice says to Wooyoung.
Hongjoong is up next, beyond ready to be completely finished with this game of pure torture and takes the last logical option to keep the tower at bay. He doesn’t even bother reading the block aloud, fearful his voice will betray the possessiveness he’s trying to hide at watching you on San’s lap, reveling in his touches. He simply tosses the block on the table and strips down to his boxers.
“Ah, lose pants,” a devilish smirk taking over San’s features.
Your mouth is watering. You can see the imprint of Hongjoong’s huge, thick cock begging to be freed. You swallow hard and lick your lips, trying your best not to drool at the sight.
It is again your turn and you have no possible way of not knocking down the tower. You attempt anyways, choosing one from the middle, and pull the block out halfway before all remaining pieces tumble down onto the table.
“HA! You have to sit in someone’s lap for the rest of the game,” Wooyoung shrieks.
“I’m already in San’s lap though?” Hongjoong shoots you a look that you can immediately decipher.
“No, no babe. You have to sit in someone else’s. San, send her over to Joong.”
San pats your strap covered hip, silently ordering you to stand. You stand, but hesitate to head over to Hongjoong, the glint in his eyes enough to send your full body into a mess of goosebumps. Wooyoung begins resetting the tower as you take slow, calculated steps towards a very angry, very horny Hongjoong. As you reach him and turn to sit in his lap, he grips your hips with such strength, you know it will leave bruises later, and you yelp as he pulls you down onto him.
Wooyoung almost has the Jenga game ready to play again, but you decide now is a good time to test just how far Hongjoong’s sanity has gone by wiggling your ass just slightly against his throbbing dick. He bites down onto the flesh of your shoulder hard, leaving a deep indent of his perfect teeth and you let out something between a sigh and a moan at the mixture of pain and pleasure.
“You know what, fuck this!” Hongjoong finally lets his resolve break, and Wooyung and San jump at his sudden outburst. “I’m done with this fucking game.”
He stands the both of you up and roughly flings you over his shoulder and makes his way to your room.
“Joong, what are you doing?” You protest, hands flailing, trying to find some form of stability.
“What I should have done when I first got here, instead of playing that damn game. You think it’s fun to tease, Kitten? Just you wait.”
“Haha, oh shit. She’s in trouble,” Wooyoung says to San, failing miserably to hold in his laughter.
You reach your room and Hongjoong swiftly places you down and slams the door and clicks the lock in place. He turns to you, features insanely feral, grabs you around your throat, just enough to catch you off guard and pins you against the door. He places hot, messy kisses up your neck to you ear.
“I need to know that you fully consent to what is about to take place, Y/N.” You hum your approval in response. He nips the lobe of your ear, “I need words, Kitten.”
“Yes, Joong. Please,” you manage between pants.
“Mm, no baby, tonight it’s ‘Captain’” he growls as he forcefully slides his leg in between yours.
You grind hard against his thigh as he’s kissing you like his life is dependent on it, hand still wrapped neatly around your throat. The mix of his lip and tongue piercing as he’s tongue fucking your mouth makes your pussy throb.
“Look at you, already a fucked out mess and you haven’t even gotten my cock yet” his whispers against your lips.
“Jump” he demands, and you do as told, and he grips you tight as you wrap legs around his tiny, slutty waist.
He carries you to your bed and with no regard for safety, tosses you onto it. He pulls you to the edge of it, his arms wrapped around your thighs, as you squeak at the sudden movement.
“You enjoy teasing, huh, Y/N?” he grits out as he rolls his rock hard cock against you, drenching his thin boxers in your juices.
He kneels before you as his hot breath tickles your core. “Two can play that game, Kitten.”
“Hongj-!” A sharp slap, followed by a bite to your inner thigh springs a low grunt from you and stops his name from escaping your lips.
“How quickly you forget, gorgeous. I told you, it’s Captain.”
You prop yourself onto your forearms and with one arm, your hand grips his dark locks with an unnecessary amount of force, trying to guide his face to your dripping pussy.
“Captain, please” you whine needily. He removes your hand from his hair.
“Where has that cocky little attitude gone, Y/N, hmmm?” he mocks you, looking at you from between your legs, eyes hazy behind his long, pretty eyelashes. “Keep your hands to yourself unless I tell you otherwise. What’s your safe word, Kitten?”
“Utopia” you manage through bated breath.
Once he gets that final piece of information, he begins nipping the flesh of your thigh from your knee, almost to your throbbing heat, very slowly. You lay yourself back down as you fist the sheets in an effort not to place your hands on that beautiful man, who is determined to take you apart piece by piece. You feel his ministrations stop for a few moments, and you think you have a moment to catch your breath. Before you can take a full breath of air, his hot, wet tongue delves past the strap barely covering your dripping cunt. He groans as the taste of you explodes on his tongue.
He rests his head against your thigh for a moment and sucks in a few deep breaths. “Fuck Kitten, you taste so good. Been dreaming about this for months. It's seriously been fucking with my head, you have no idea what you do to me.”. You stare down your body at him, trembling at the dark look he returns as he leans in again and drags the hard ball of his tongue piercing between your slick swollen folds.
Your head falls back and you arch as the jewel teases over your clit. He hums and groans as he explores you, his hands holding your thighs open in a bruising grip. “Fuck Y/N the things I want to do to you,” he groaned against you, the vibrations of his raspy voice against your core driving you wild.
“C-Captain, please!” you whine.
“Mm, what is it Kitten?” he asked, nipping at your thigh with sharp teeth. “Am I making you feel good, baby?”
“Yes…but please let me touch you,” you beg.
He reluctantly leaves his spot from the floor and towers over you as you scoot back to give him room between your legs on the bed. You instinctively wrap your legs around him as he grabs your hands and runs them over his body. He presses his body further into you and nips against the soft flesh of your neck.
“Hmmm, you think you deserve to touch?”
“Please, I’ll be good” you whimper in desperation.
“Then go on baby, make your Captain feel good.”
That was all the permission you needed before you wrapped your mouth around one of his pierced nipples, the metallic taste causing you to hum against him. You lick and suck his sensitive bud, also mixing in a graze of your teeth every so often. You make sure to give his other perky nipple attention as well, lightly rubbing your thumb across it. After a while, you switch sides, making sure each side receives equal care. Hongjoong lets out little pants at the feeling. He swears he could cum just from this alone.
Patience wearing thin, he grips your hair and tugs you off of his nipple with a wet pop, a string of spit still connecting you. He takes in your fucked out expression and before you can complain at the loss of something in your mouth, he returns the same favor to you. He bites and licks and sucks and pinches until you are a blubbering mess under him, back arching at an impossible angle.
“Awww, look at you crying, Y/N. We’re just barely getting started” he mocks as he gently cups your face, wiping the tears that have managed to escape.
“Captain, please! I- I need…” you say between gulps of air.
“You need what, Kitten? I thought I told you to use your words?” he grins at you with a raised eyebrow.
He’s enjoying just how much you can’t form a coherent sentence. You place your arm over your eyes to try and hide just how much he’s affected you. Although it’s absolutely pointless, because he knows. And he’s ready to break you.
While you’ve had your eyes covered, trying to regain control of your breathing, and give Hongjoong a proper response, he is now fully naked in all his glory, standing at the foot of the bed.
“I need you” you whine helplessly.
“Oh, you can have me, baby” lust dripping from his voice as he leans over you to take your arm away from your face. He kisses you, aggressive and hungry, and when he goes to pull back, you chase after his lips.
Now that you’re fully sitting up, and actually see Hongjoong, the sight you came face to face with had you salivating and ready to devour him whole. His hard cock and flushed red tip leaking precum, and just as pierced as the rest of his body. 8 delicately placed and fitted barbells, creating his Jacob’s ladder, and a Prince Albert decorating his tip. Your tongue tingles with a need to have him in your mouth. You lick your lips a let out a hushed ‘fuck’.
“Someone likes what they see, do they?” he says, a cocky smirk playing across his face.
“God. Fuck! Captain.. I need it.” You’re so desperate to have your mouth, your hands, your pussy, around his huge, thick, pretty length. You slide off the bed and you immediately drop to your knees on the plush carpet in front of him.
“Such a good girl, so eager.” He takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, guiding you to look at him. “As hungry as you are for my cock, you need to be careful, Kitten. Do you understand?” You nod your head and he grips your chin a little tighter.
“Yes! Yes, Captain!” you blurt out before he can render you the reminder.
“Then go ahead and satisfy your appetite, baby.”
He lets go of your chin and your hand makes quick work of spreading his precum, slicking up his dick. He throws his head back in pleasure, finally getting a bit of friction. You place feather light kisses up each side of his length, and a few well calculated ones against his hips. His cock twitches, leaking out another drop, begging to be swallowed, and you smile into his skin. He feels your smile and he entangles his fingers in your hair and pulls you back from his hips. He tugs your hair hard enough that you are forced to make eye contact with the absolute demon right now that is Kim Hongjoong.
“I’m getting tired of you being a little cock tease, Kitten. Suck me like you’re starved, or I finish myself off on my own in front of you, and walk out, leaving your pussy dripping and empty. Or maybe I could go ask San and Woo for some help. I know they would be more than happy to.”
As much as the brat in you wanted to test that, the look in his eyes told you he was being serious, and your hole was begging for attention.
You run your hot, wet tongue on the underside of his shaft, paying special attention to each ‘rung’ of his ladder, up to his flushed red pierced tip and lap up the pearl of precum that has settled there. You finally take him into your mouth with a renewed fervor and the moan he lets out is purely pornographic.
“That’s a good girl” he pants, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail. The praise makes you dizzy and as much as you want to deep throat his cock, he never lets you take him in too far in fear that he could cause some damage.
You make up for that by making it extremely messy for him, allowing every drop of spit you can manage to coat him. The drool is dribbling from the sides of your mouth, and dripping off his dick onto the carpet underneath him. You can feel him throbbing in your mouth, and by the grunts and small moans you can tell he’s close.
Before he lets himself give into ecstasy, he gently and reluctantly forces himself from your skilled mouth and tongue. He takes one look at you and has to grab the base of his cock to stop himself from tipping over the edge. You’re looking up at him with big doe eyes, mouth still slightly open, and your chin and chest soaked from the show you put on for him.
“You just sucked my fucking soul out through my dick. Fuck” he lets out in disbelief while he attempts to even out his breathing.
You stand on shaky legs, and wrap your arms around him to reach behind and grab his tight, round ass and pull him flush against you. You place little bites into the sensitive flesh of his neck, licking after each one.
His hums of pleasure spur you on, until you can’t even take the torture anymore and you whisper against the shell of his ear.
“Please fuck me, Captain. It’s so wet for you.”
You bring one of his hands right to your sopping pussy and begin fucking yourself against it, hoping he’ll give you what you want. He groans, long and low, at the slick now covering his hand, and without warning shoves two fingers inside of your needy hole. You let out a silent scream at the euphoria of something filling you after so long.
“You want my cock? Beg for it, Kitten.”
He continues to fuck into you with his delicate but precise fingers, the wet sloshing of your pussy and your elevating moans filling the room. He sucks deep purple marks into the skin of your neck and chest. The bratty side is winning for the moment, you refusing to beg for him. His fingers find your sweet spot and curve into it, causing you to almost crumble to the floor.
“Come on, beg for it, baby. I can tell you’re close, you’re about to take my damn fingers off with how hard you’re clenching them. So bratty, that you won’t even beg to get your greedy hole stuffed with my cock, hmm? You don’t need my fingers then, either.”
He promptly removes the fingers that were inside, abusing the spongy spot inside of you, and you do indeed crumble to the floor this time.
He looks down at you, the start of tears forming in your eyes from the sudden denial of release, and licks his fingers, being sure to drag his pierced tongue in between them.
“P-please, Captain. Please!” you stutter out, worried that if you don’t, he might really not let you cum tonight.
“Please, what?” he asks sharply, eyebrow raised, still cleaning his fingers from your arousal.
“Please fill me with your cock and fuck me dumb. Make me cum on it. Please, please, please!”
“Bed. Now. Face down, ass up. And I hope you know, I’m taking no pity on you. The amount of teasing I’ve endured from you tonight doesn’t deserve it. Playing with San and Woo in front of my face? Dressing like a little slut? Do you know how insane that makes me? I’m gonna make sure I’m the only thing you think of. Only me.”
His possessiveness only mildly scares you, but you’re too far gone to think about anything else but him fucking your brains out.
“Only you, Captain. Only need you.”
You feel the bed dip behind you, and hear the loud slap before your brain registers the hot sting on your ass. You groan as he places another on the opposite cheek to match, your heated skin tingling as the pain morphs to pleasure. He continues his assault on your ass, voice a deep growl.
“You wanted to piss me off, didn’t you? You wanted me to be rough, hmm?”
All you can do is sigh and whimper in agreement.
He kneads your burning cheeks before running his hands up to your waist and grabs your hips with a bruising grip. He ruts his dick against you, coating it in your wetness, but being careful not to give you what you truly desire.
“Don’t tease, Captain.”
“Don’t tease? You mean don’t do to you what you’ve been doing to me all fucking night?”
He removes his hands from your hips, and one snakes up your body to pinch a sensitive nipple, and the other goes straight for your clit, rubbing purposeful patterns into the bundle of nerves. You jolt at the rush of pleasure and he hums in approval.
“You really are so sensitive, Kitten.”
He dips two fingers inside of your pulsing pussy, and you immediately tighten around them. The heel of his palm is still giving your clit just enough friction. The fire in your gut is increasing at an alarming rate and he can feel your spasms around his fingers, and your legs trembling just slightly, and he knows you’re so close.
“C-Captain. Fuck, I’m so close. Please.. don’t stop!” you plead.
“Oh, baby, I know. Like I can’t feel you throbbing around my fingers, Kitten.” his condescending tone almost pushing you over the edge immediately. Except right before the knot in your stomach snaps, he stops.
“Fuck!” You let out a strangled sob at the second denial of pleasure.
He chuckles as your frustration grows, knowing he is fully enjoying what he’s doing to you.
“Don’t act like you don’t want my pussy just as much as I want your cock” you choke out into the pillow below you.
“Mouthy are we?” He lands another harsh slap on your ass. A hand flies into your hair and tugs, maneuvering your head to the side, so he can get a better look at your flustered face.
“Oh trust me, I do. But my will is much stronger than yours, clearly. I can do this all night.”
He definitely doesn’t want to, but he can. He’s so ready to be buried deep inside you, but he doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction quite yet.
He leans over you to place hot, needy kisses over your back and shoulders, and his hands are back to play with your hard buds, rolling them between his fingers.
“Captain, fuck. P-please just fuck me already. I’m -I’m losing my fucking mind.” Your final plea before you really do lose it.
“Aww, how can I say no when you asked so nicely?”
He straightens himself up and pulls your sore ass cheeks apart, watching your wetness drip out of you as you flutter around nothing in anticipation. “Shit, you’re so wet for me. Gonna drown Captain’s dick, hmm baby?”
“Y-yes. God, yes.” you manage, barely above a whisper.
He teases his pierced tip at your entrance for just a moment, and groans at the slickness. Before you can voice your displeasure at the lack of dick filling you, he very slowly pushes himself into you. So slowly that you can feel every inch, every thick vein, and every single piercing finally engulfed in your tight heat. So slowly, so he can appreciate watching himself disappear and you stretching around his cock.
When he bottoms out, you both let out a lewd moan along with a breath neither of you knew you were holding. His long, thick cock is filling you perfectly and you’re fisting the sheets, trying to get used to the stretch. He’s still, brows furrowed in pleasure, needing to give himself a moment before he moves, or he will cum. Very quickly, and very hard.
“Damn, your pussy fits my cock so nicely. So beautiful and tight.”
You reflexively squeeze him at the words, and he throws his head back with a guttural moan. You’ve had enough of him being still, enough of his teasing, enough of not being fucked into the mattress, so you begin to fuck youself back onto him.
“Just so fucking impatient, aren’t you, Kitten?” He grunts through clenched teeth.
In a matter of seconds, he’s thrusting to meet your movements, pounding into you hard. His pierced dick is dragging against your walls in just the right way, a feeling you’ve never felt, but it’s all you’ll ever think about now.
The sloshing sound of your pussy, the slapping of wet skin against skin, and moans from him, and whimpers from you fill the room. The Prince Albert is hitting your sweet spot with every deliberate thrust of his hips. The Jacob’s ladder adding an extra layer of pressure to everything. You are whimpering and whining and drooling into the pillow below you. Hongjoong is panting and groaning, admiring how your juices coat his dick with a beautiful shine.
“Nng, Captain, it’s so good! God, fuck me harder.”
“Harder? You want me to just ruin this pussy for anyone else, don’t you?”
“Please, please, please!”
“Can’t say no with you begging me so pretty, baby.”
His thrusts do indeed get harder, every drag of his dick allowing that jewelry to make magic and hitting right where you need it, and kissing your cervix in the process too. The heat in your belly is spreading like wildfire, and you want it to be extinguished in the form of finally being able to cum.
Hongjoong can tell you’re teetering right on the edge again. And again, he stops right before you can cum.
“Hold on, just a moment, Kitten. There’s something I have to do.”
“Kim Hongjoong, I swear to fucking god!” Tears are streaming down your face at this point from now being pulled from your orgasm for the third time tonight. You find the strength to push yourself up onto your forearms, catching your breath from dropping from your denied high so quickly.
“Who is Hongjoong, baby?” he lightly giggles as he reaches for his phone on the nightstand, his hard dick still nestled inside of you. He places a FaceTime call, and leans over you to set his phone on the shelf in the headboard.
The call picks up, and it’s San on the other end. Your mouth drops in shock.
“I just wanted you to see me ruin her for the shit she’s pulled tonight.” Hongjoong says simply.
“Looks like we both had the same idea in dealing with our brats tonight.”
You watch San moving around, clearly trying to find somewhere to set his phone, and when he leans back from in front of his camera, there’s Wooyoung. In the same state you are. You’re both matching positions, fucked out faces, and tear ridden cheeks.
There’s a silent exchange between San and Hongjoong, but by watching San on Hongjoong’s phone you can definitely tell they’re communicating something.
“Look at you two, so pretty for us.” San coos.
In perfect sync, both San and Hongjoong reach under you and Wooyoung, placing their hands on your throats and pushing you up to sit on your knees, backs flush to their chests.
“We’re all going to watch you two fall apart on our cocks. How’s that sound?” the mischief thick in Hongjoong’s voice.
You and Wooyoung both let a small whimper escape as you make eye contact with each other, knowing you’re absolutely fucked. Hongjoong fits even more snug inside you from this angle and it has you gasping for breath, and dropping your head.
“Youngie, you’re gonna watch Y/N, and Y/N you’re gonna watch Youngie. Understood?” San says with authority that makes both you and Wooyoung shiver.
Wooyoung immediately answers with a soft ‘yes’. You, however, are silent for a beat too long for Hongjoong’s liking, and he clutches your face, lifting you head to look at San and Wooyoung through the lit up screen.
“San asked you a question, Y/N. I believe he expects an answer” he snarls in your ear.
“Y-yes, San.” you breathe out.
“If only she was half as behaved as Youngie, she could have cum already. Three times.”
You knit your eyebrows together in irritation, remembering how many times you've been denied your release, and at the fact that Hongjoong’s dick is sitting heavily inside of you, but he’s not moved an inch since he and San have co-conspired against you and Wooyoung.
San laughs loudly at Hongjoong’s statement.
“You think my little Woo here is behaved? You think he’s got my cock in his tight ass, and his dick pretty and leaking, and tears running down his face because he’s been a good boy? You forget, he was being just as much of a tease as Y/N was tonight, Joong.”
“Shit. Woo looks pretty like that” you mumble. Hongjoong definitely still manages to hear you.
“I agree, Kitten. And so do you. Isn’t that right, Woo?”
“So fucking pretty” Woo huffs.
“Think it’s time we teach them a lesson, San?”
You see the devilish grin appear on San’s face and you know Hongjoong has one to match.
Hongjoong thrusts into you incredibly hard, and you choke on a sob as the wind is knocked from your lungs. If it hadn’t been for his pretty tattooed hand around your throat, you would have fallen forward, face first into the bed.
He continues his relentless abuse on your pussy, your slick dripping down your thighs and making a puddle on the sheets below. His pierced tip hitting your sweet spot, and the others raking your walls with each well placed snap of his hips. The noises he’s eliciting from you have become very loud and very lewd. He lets go of your neck and with the next thrust that gives him an opportunity to shove his fingers into your parted mouth, he does just that.
“Suck ‘em, baby. Make ‘em nice and wet for me.”
You give his fingers the same attention you gave his dick earlier, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, cascading down your chin and chest. His unoccupied hand goes to tease a nipple, collecting some of your saliva along the way to make it wet. Your eyes flutter shut for a brief moment at the pleasure lighting every nerve in your body on fire.
“S-Sannie, please. I-I can’t. Too much, need to cum!” Woo’s high pitched pleas snap your eyes back open. You were supposed to be watching him, and hoped that Hongjoong hadn’t noticed your temporary disobedience.
“You’ll come when I say you can, pretty.” San’s voice is gruff as he ruts into Wooyoung, almost animalistic.
Wooyoung’s precum has left a wet patch on the bed in front of him. San reaches around and grabs Wooyoung’s wet, red, and angry cock, and begins stroking him at a tortuous pace. He places soft kisses along his shoulders and neck. Wooyoung is sniveling as San takes his free hand and wipes the tears streaming down his face.
“Come on, you can take it, baby. Show them what a good boy you are.”
San’s praise and Wooyoung’s sobs made you tighten even more around Hongjoong, releasing sobbing moans of your own against his fingers.
“Such a good girl for me, Y/N. Taking everything I give you. So wet and so tight, just for me, hmm baby?”
He slides his fingers from your mouth, and runs his hand down your stomach, pressing on the bulge there formed by his cock that you’d only just noticed. You can’t even string together enough words right now to form a sentence if you wanted to. Hongjoong hmphs at your inability to answer.
“This is what you wanted right? To be fucked dumb on my cock?” His voice is tight, and from his even faster pace, you can tell he’s close. All you can do is frantically nod at his words.
San looks just as close to cumming as Hongjoong feels. Hongjoong’s hand leaves your stomach and brings it straight to your clit with just the right amount of pressure and pace to have your eyes rolling back and your mind going blank.
“Captain, fuck. I-I can’t. Please. Please let me cum!”
San is vigorously stroking Wooyoung and you can see him struggling against San from his overstimulation. You and Wooyoung are both seconds from cumming and if they don’t let you this time, you’re sure you’re going to pass out. You and Wooyoung flick your eyes back to each other, as San and Hongjoong place a hand on each of your throats, putting just enough pressure to make your heads spin, but not enough that you can’t breathe. They speed up even faster against your clit, and Wooyoung’s dick. Both of your breathing is uneven, chests heaving, and nothing can control the sobs and moans that escape the both of you.
“Cum for me, Youngie.”
“Cum for me, Y/N.”
You and Wooyoung look right into each other's eyes as you convulse and cum around Hongjoong and San’s cocks. You string along a chant of ‘Captain’ and a few choice words as stars dance around your vision as it goes white. Your pulse is pounding in your ears, and the already arousal stained sheets double in their pool of wetness as you squirt. Wooyoung’s garbled moan of San’s name joins yours of the Captain’s as thick, white, seemingly never ending ropes of cum spurt from Wooyoung’s cock.
The sight of you two falling apart for them, had them following seconds behind you. You were a rag doll as this point, as Hongjoong continued to fuck into you, chasing his own pleasure. After a few more quick, sharp thrusts, he cums with a long, whiny moan as he sinks his teeth into your bare shoulder.
San fills Wooyoung’s ass as he cums with a resounding growl, burying his face into Wooyoung’s neck. After a few moments, he pulls out and gently lowers an exhausted Wooyoung into a clean spot on the bed.
Hongjoong does the same with you, and your eyes close as soon as your head hits the pillow. You can hear San and Hongjoong whispering to each other, barely able to make sense of their words. Until you hear “We’ll have to do this again, minus the phones.”
San hums in agreement. “I think that’s an amazing idea, Joong.”
“We’d better go take care of our good little babies. We’ll talk in more detail later, San.” They say their goodbyes and hang up.
Hongjoong grabs the water bottle and fruit snacks from the nightstand next to you.
“Sit up for me baby, you need this.”
He sits in front of you and helps you sit up and unscrews the cap off the water bottle and brings it to your lips. You gulp it down like you’ve been stuck in the desert with no water for 3 days.
“Good girl, eat these too.” he says as he feeds you your favorite fruit snacks. You hadn’t even seen him prepare all of this beforehand, and you smile contentedly as his care.
As your brain clears, you take his hands and interlace your fingers with his.
“That was amazing.”
He cups your face and flashes his toothy grin at you. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I wasn’t too rough? You’re ok?”
“Joongi, you were perfect. I’m ok, I promise. We put a safe word in place for a reason.”
“Indeed we did.” he laughs lightly. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to go run us a bath, we’re a mess.”
His naked form heads to the en suite bathroom and fills the tub with water just hot enough to relax the two of you, but not enough to be uncomfortable. He pours a splash of lavender oils and bubbles into it and swirls them around.
He returns to you on the bed with a warm washcloth and gently cleans you up a bit before he scoops you up bridal style and carries you to the bath.
He carefully sets you down, letting you test the steadiness of your legs, before he begins ridding you of the body harness. Once he’s finished and tossed it to the side, he lends you his arm so you can step into the bath. You sigh deeply, the hot water relaxing your sore body. Hongjoong clambers in after you and makes himself comfortable behind you.
You rest your head on his shoulder and he circles his arms around your waist as he litters your face and neck with soft, tender kisses. You giggle, and you can feel him smile into one of his kisses.
“You’re perfect, Y/N, do you know that?”
“Nahh, far from it. But you, Kim Hongjoong? You just might be.”
“Pfft, absolutely not, baby. But for you I’d try to be.” He sees the bite mark he left on you and kisses it, satisfied that you’ll have a reminder of him, even if for a little while. “Looks good on you. I’ll be sad when it’s gone.” he says without even thinking.
“You could always make more, you know.”
He blinks and shakes his head. “Sorry, didn’t realize I said that out loud.”
You laugh at his realization. “But you did, and I meant what I said.”
You two fall into deep conversation, talking about dreams and aspirations, what you hope your future to look like, past relationships, family, anything that comes to mind, until the water turns cold. You begin to shiver a bit and that puts Hongjoong into motion.
He climbs out of the tub and you pout and the loss of him around you.
“Come here, it’s cold now, let’s get you into some comfy PJs.”
You take his hand and follow him and he dries you off as best as he can. He dresses you both in a fluffy robe to head back into the room. He urges you to sit on the bed while he rummages through your dresser to find something for you to wear.
“Ah ha! Here we go!” he says triumphantly as he heads to you with a matching purple silk pajama set.
“There should at least be some sweats in there for you that’ll fit that tiny little waist of yours, Captain.” you say playfully. He fishes those out as well, and heads back to you on the bed.
“I’m capable of dressing myself, Joong.” you say through tiny giggles as he helps you into your pajamas.
“Yeah, I know, but like… I just wanted to help. Sue me.” he retorts, acting like he is truly offended.
He gets onto the opposite side of bed and pulls you to him, laying you both down, clutching you tightly to his chest. He tucks you both into your down comforter and nuzzles into your neck.
“So warm.” he whispers into your neck. If he were a cat, you’re damn sure he would be purring right now.
“Hey, so what’s this I heard you talking about with Sannie? Something about doing this again? Without the phones? I was kind of out of it, but I think that’s what I heard?”
“Shit, I definitely thought you were asleep. But I mean, I would like to explore the option, if all parties involved are in agreement.”
“You’ll hear no objections from me!”
Just then your phone dings.
Wooyoungieeee
Holy shit, that was amazing. We should make out and piss them off more often ;)
You type out your response to him rather quickly
I think that might be in the plans, Woo lol
“Well, Woo is down” you show Hongjoong your text from him.
“And clearly so are San and I. So that settles that then. We are absolutely putting down some ground rules for you two naughty brats, though.” he showers your cheek with kisses.
“Ok baby,” he says with a yawn, his hand on your stomach under your pajama shirt rubbing little comforting circles, “I know we’re both exhausted, you especially. Let’s get some sleep. We can talk more about all of that tomorrow.”
“Ok, Joongi. Thank you again for tonight, and thank you for taking care of me.”
“That’s not something you ever have to thank me for, but you are more than welcome, baby.”
You let out a content sigh at the warmth and comfort from Hongjoong wrapped around you. You can hear his breathing slow and even, and that is what finally lulls you to sleep.
a/n: you thought it was over? HA! sorry. as always thank you for your support, i just hit 500 this is surreal 😣 please enjoy these hongjoong links, i tried my hardest. atp i think i should make one for the rest of the members lolll, enjoy angels! ✨
jongho ver. | wooyoung ver. | san ver.
warnings + links below the cut!
mdni 18+ content ahead.
tags warnings: twt links, roughdom!hongjoong, studio sex, fingering, bratty reader, manhandling, cunnilingus (fem rec), riding, spanking (hand & belt), daddy kink, daddy joong, oral fixations, finger fucking, punishments, possessive joong, backshots, restraints, a sprinkle of bdsm if u squint, tiny bit of power dynamics, lil bit of drooling from reader
late nights in the studio with joong. feeling a bit stuck on a project, he beckoned you over to decompress a bit. little did you know that meant him stripping you down and playing with your tits, eventually flipping you and fingering you open on his lap. link.
95% of cuddling on his studio couch led to this, one of your legs propped up while his thick cock slides in and out of your leaking pussy. (the other 5% is him pushing you down face first as he fucks you into the cushions hehe)
hongjoong loves playing with your cute little mouth, watching with hooded eyes as your mouth lols open, allowing for him to easily fuck your mouth with his fingers. your tongue was just so soft he couldn't help but coo as you began to drool all over his lap like a good needy girl. link.
my my, such a naughty baby. you were caught touching yourself without your daddy's permission, causing him to put you on all fours while he spanked you for being so naughty. occasionally he'd reach a hand down and play with your speaking core, watching how you shook like a leaf under him link.
one of the best ways for joong to pass time was to play with his cute little toy, you. his swift hands would play with your sensitive pussy, moving from slow circles on your clit to pumping his fingers in you mercilessly. he'd watch each of your reactions intently, figuring out new ways to bring you to your high as you cling to his arm like a lifeline. link.
ahhh my possessive scorpio king, he was always so temperamental when you went out together. any small attention you'd get from another man had him ready to commit murder. the moment he gets you home he'd waste no time pushing his cock into you as he presses you into the mattress, reminding you through gritted teeth he's the only one who can take care of you this well. link.
after a full day of teasing, it was only fair for hongjoong to tease you back. he'd run his cock over your soaking folds, pressing his tip onto your entrance, only to pull it back and repeat. eventually he'd push into you with slow and shallow thrusts, drinking up your pleads for him to fuck you deeper and harder. link.
hongjoong punishing you by eating you out slowly, his hands holding you in place as he slowly circles your clit. your hands scrambled to find purchase on anything as he tortured your poor pussy, under strict instructions to keep your hands off of him. link.
the easiest way for hongjoong to take care of that bratty attitude was to bend it over and fuck it out of you. he'd push into you with little prep, setting a brutal pace as he fucks you, each thrust serving as a reminder of where you belong; underneath him. link.
bonus:
riding joong on his producing chair. link.
i need him to tie me up like this and go to town. link.
playing with his pretty girl after a long day of work. link.
ateez hongjoong x reader smut where he runs into an atiny and spills his drink on her at night so he takes her to a hotel and from there it gets crazy when she gets out of a shower
Smut
Kim Hongjoong
김 홍중
Just a fan
(Ateez)
Note: AHHH finally, some hongjoong ideas. I don't have ideas for hongjoong so his list is empty. glad you wasted time to send a request<3 By the way, i'm filipino so the term we use for those online taxi pick up apps is "grab." Enjoy!
The concert ended a while ago. You felt happy because you got the chance to see Ateez, one of your favorite groups.
Currently, you're at the sidewalk by the café, thinking if you should get grab or just have your friend pick you up. You haven't really noticed that your bias, Hongjoong, has entered the café you were standing next to. You sighed, still debating on what to do.
Hongjoong came out of the café, on his phone, talking to Seonghwa about some of the plans for the next tour place. Hongjoong didn't pay attention to where he was going so he accidentally bumped into you, spilling some of his iced coffee on you.
His eyes widened at that, telling Seonghwa that he'll talk to him later and then proceeds to bow in apology to you. The front of your shirt was soaked with coffee and was about to yell at the person, only to see your bias.
You sighed, "It's okay." You forgave him, of course. He still kept bowing and saying sorry... "I'm sorry! I wasn't looking, I should've paid attention to where I was going!"
"He's yapping again..." You thought to yourself. You tapped his shoulder to snap him out from yapping more, "I said it's okay..."
He finally stands up straight and looks at you. He really had that sorry face right now. He then recognized you... "Ah! You were the girl at the front rows. We've had quite a few interactions together." He said.
It's true, you did have a few interactions with him. Every chance you get, you attend their fan signs, concerts and even win some of their fan call specials.
You were quite shocked that he noticed and remembered you. You just smiled in response with a small bow.
"I'm sorry about your shirt... I could bring you to the hotel where I'm staying and you can take a bath there and change!" He offered with that sweet smile you fell for ever since you stanned the group.
You looked at him in disbelief. Him, offering to show where he's staying just so you could change. He trusts you and doesn't even question if you're a saesang. "A-are you sure?" You ask, to which he nodded. "I'm sure." He replied sincerely. "And you can have this." He gave you his jacket to cover yourself and to keep yourself warm in the meantime.
You took it and wore it. It's a bit big on you but it did kept you warm. His scent filling your nose... He smells good... Like some flower field.
You nodded and muttered out an "okay..." before following him to where his hotel is. "I haven't got your name, Atiny. Sorry, I kinda forgot." He spoke up.
"Y/N."
"Y/n? Such beautiful name you have." He complimented you. You smiled, internally panicking that your bias had just complimented your name. "Thank you." You shyly muttered out.
He chuckled, arriving at the hotel. The entrance to the hotel is a sliding one, cool. You followed him to his room. He opened the door for you, such a gentleman. You went in and waited for him to start talking.
Now that he's in, he closes the door and locks it so none of his members would just barge in. "Sorry if you're uncomfortable with me locking the door, it's just that the members has a habit of barging in without telling me.' He explained.
You nodded, telling him that it's fine. You watch as he walks his way to the closet, pulling out a shirt, safety shorts and bra that he always carries in case that a woman would need it. He's quite prepared for anything that could happen at any moment.
You asked yourself, why aren't all men like this?
He walks up to you and gives you the clothes. "I might be weird but I always carry a pair of women undergarments in case things like this happen."
"It's okay... It's useful, actually... Thank you." You thanked him. He reaches out to the closet for the hotel's towel then gives it to you. "Bathroom's that way." He points.
You took the towel, nodding and then going to the bathroom. You locked the door and examined the bra. It's not your size. You sighed and just has to deal with it.
After showering, you felt a lot more refreshed. You went to the mirror and fixed your hair. You then walked out of the bathroom, leaving the bra and towel hanging in the bathroom. Your used clothes in your hands to cover your chest.
Hongjoong looked up from his phone and looks at you. He admired how his shirt ended at your knees, how the neckline exposed more of your skin and how it's a bit big on you. He stands up and takes a plastic bag out of the drawer to put your used clothes in. You hesitantly puts them in since you don't have anything to cover your chest.
He looks back at you, setting the plastic bag filled with your used clothing aside. He admires you, those pretty eyes looking at you up and down. "You look beautiful."
"T-thank you..."
He takes a step closer to you slowly to not alert you or make you think he's one of those guys that will do whatever they want. You were too lost in his eyes to realize that.
He places a hand on your cheek, leaning a bit more closer. "Y/n, you're gonna drive me crazy..." He mutters out before softly planting his lips on yours.
Not very respectful and mindful of his idol image but he couldn't care, not with you wearing his shirt and looking like that.
His lips moved with yours in a soft and slow way. His hands roamed your body, making you sigh. He pulls away and opens his eyes, forehead pressed against yours. "You're not wearing the bra I gave you?" He asked softly.
"It's not my size." You admitted. He nods a little before going back to kissing you. That small and cute kissing slowly turned into some hot make out session as his hands hungrily roamed your body but he didn't touch any of your parts yet. You decided to move your hips, lightly grinding on him.
That make out session went on for a few more minutes before you both pull away from each other, panting from the slight lack of oxygen. He looks at you in the eye, "You're willing, Y/n?" He asked.
You nodded. "I want words, Y/n so that I know that you're actually willing. I don't want to do this without you telling me that you want to do it." He said, wanting assurance about this.
"I'm sure, Joong. I really am, I want you." You reassured. He smiled before kissing you again, hands on your waist. One of his hands slips under your shirt to cup your breast, fiddling with the bud.
He tugs on the hem of the shirt, signaling you that he wants it off. You pull yourself away and lets him take the shirt off. You body in display for him and for the fairness, he takes off his shirt too.
He goes back to giving your lips attention as he kneads on your breasts. He taps your thigh, wanting you to jump. You obey, his hands under your thighs as he keeps you up and your legs wrapped around his waist. He walks to the bed, carrying you before letting you land on the bed. You bounced a bit from how soft the bed was.
He hovers above you, his lips trailing from your lips to your jawline down to your neck, finding your sweet spot and leaving light purple marks. Once he's done marking you, his trails down to your breasts. He kneads the other breast and licks on the bud of the other. You let out soft moans, your fingers running through his soft hair. "Joong..." You moan out.
He hums to reply before trying to slip your shorts off. You lift your hips up so he could slip it off. Of course, you didn't have any panties on since you wouldn't wear your already used ones and he didn't have any underwear to give. You were already wet from the attention he gave.
He mutters out a "wow," admiring at how you're glistening under him. He kneels down on the floor, pulling you by the hips to him before digging in. His tongue licking a stripe on your slit, causing you to jolt up from the feeling. He hums at your taste, tongue swirling around your clit and then pushing his tongue deep in you. He tongue fucked you as you moaned out his name. You tried to be quiet as possible, remembering that the members were in the same floor.
You bit your lip, whining and whimpering. You tried to so hard to hide those moans but his the way his tongue is exploring your insides felt too good. You felt the familiar knot inside you forming, your hands immediately sliding down to grip on his roots. He moaned out from the pain, flicking his tongue over and over on your clit as he shoves two fingers inside you.
"J-Joong... I'm close.." You managed to moan out quietly. He hums to respond to you, the vibrations sending more pleasure to you. One last lick from him, you came all over his face, legs trembling a lot.
He sucks his fingers clean, standing back up and looking at you. "Look at you, so pretty..." He compliments once again. "Joong, need you..." You beg.
"You need me?" He repeats. You nod eagerly, whining a bit already. He chuckles, unbuckling his belt and taking his pants off, along with his boxers. His cock slapping against his abdomen. He wasn't long but he had a bit of girth, a small arch and a few veins. God, how it'd feel in you.
He leans down to you, giving you a soft peck on the lips, rubbing his red tip on your slit slowly to lubricate himself with your juices before slowly sliding in. The stretch had you gasping, closing your eyes immediately. "Apologies, baby... You can take it." He encourages.
Once he's fully in, you let out a big sigh since you held your breath for too long. He waited for you to adjust to his size, waiting for a signal. You tapped on his bicep, signaling him to finally move.
He takes slow but deep thrusts, easing out the pain for you. You grabs on his biceps, your nails digging deep. You moan out, forgetting the fact that the members could probably hear you. He kept that slow and deep pace, not to tease you but to actually feel you... He didn't want a quick rut session, he wanted to explore your insides but you were too impatient and needy, already begging for him to go faster. "J-Joong... Please. go faster.. Hm.. Please.."
He chuckled at how you begged him so he lets you have your taste since your pleasure was his focus, gripping on your hips before thrusting into you in a fast pace. The arch in his cock being useful, helping him hit your g-spot deliciously. He leans down to you, burying his face on your neck, letting out small moans and groans as he keeps up his pace for your pleasure. You wrap your around his neck. "F-fuck... You're so tight, baby... Love how I fuck you, hm? You love your bias fucking you like this?"
Those moans and groans he let out were sending signals down to your core. You clenched around him, "Yes... Mmm.. I love it so much, Joong... You're making me feel so good." You moan out... "Joong... Wanna cum..." You whined.
"Mhm.. Can I cum inside you, baby?..." He asks for permission, to which you nodded. It's good that you pills... "Yes, please.. Cum inside me... Joong- Ah.." You choke on your moans, your nails scratching his back. He hisses at the feeling, rutting his hips harder.
"G-gonna cum.." You warn with a desperate whine. He keeps his pace for you... One last thrust, you squirt on him, clenching tightly on him which pushed him to the edge, burying himself deep in you, spurting out ropes of his cum, painting your walls.
He pants against your neck, losing the tension in his body. He prompts himself up to look at you, how fucked out you were. He chuckled and slowly pulls himself out, both of you hissing at the feeling.
He pulls away from you, watching his cum ooze out of you and your cum dripping off your ass and thighs. "Hang on." He says, going to the bathroom. He turned on the faucet, filling the bathtub with warm water and soap.
Once, it's filled he goes back to you and carried you to the bathroom with him. He places a light kiss on your cheek when he places you in the tub before joining you to take care of you. “I wanna know more about you, Y/n… Let’s exchange numbers later, hm?”
He’s watching as you fall apart on the vibrator he strapped to your pussy, cumming for the nth time begging him to stop and put an end to it. He eventually had enough of your whining and complaining so he gets up to take care of you, putting you back in your place.
