summary: A sizzling summer of sexy singles and the search for love awaits you in Fiji! You’re nervous, excited, and— confused? Why is your ex-boyfriend’s best friend, Jaehyun, here? And why are you starting to second guess your rekindled friendship?
word count: 3.2k
a/n: this is just the beginning of this little storylne! In case you wonder what villa layout I'm using, I'm going based on the USA villa (#brinity4ever) Enjoy and if you want to get a read on the rest of 127's time in the villa, check it out here!
dividers from diviniyae and robinavitchslut
"Hello, Islanders! I heard there was a party going on!" You shout, lifting a bottle of champagne with a loud whoop.
This is it, the moment you never thought would come. Countless months of interviewing and emails with producers, weeks of being locked up in a hotel room, and a history of bad boyfriends have led you to this moment. An opportunity that not many can say they've had, but now you can.
The table surrounded by your now fellow islanders goes from frozen looks of shock to loud cheers, making you smile as you begin your stride toward the table. The nerves you felt just a few minutes ago have thankfully turned into excitement and confidence. And why not? You feel more beautiful than you ever have before, dressed to the nines and done up like a model as you strut toward the approaching group.
There's too many people that greet you in quick succession for you to get a good look at everyone's faces or to fully catch any names. Somewhere in the hurried introduction, a name and a flash of a familiar face catches a memory in the back of your mind. You don't get a chance to focus on it as the next person approaches you with a hug and a smile. Luckily, you're soon sitting around the fire pit with a cold flute of champagne in your hand and a clear view of everyone's face from your seat on the far edge of the sofa.
You're mindful of your body language, exuding confidence with perfect posture, a bright smile, and casual tosses of your hair over your shoulder while everyone goes down the line to introduce themselves.
You lift you glass to your lips just as the last guy sits forward and immediately you choke, curling forward as you croak out, "Jaehyun?!"
"Do you two know each other?" One of the girls, Bella, you learned her name was, asks, her head swiveling between the two of you.
You nod, clearing your throat, "he's best friends with my ex."
"Was," Jaehyun quickly corrects, cheeks rosy, "we're not friends anymore."
One of the guys, Sam, speaks up, "whoa, what happened there?"
"Jaehyun was the one that told me I got cheated on," you reply, hoping it comes off as nonchalant and not hurt. Lord knows your ex has done enough damage to your self-esteem, you don't need his mess to affect you in the villa too.
Murmurs erupt around the group, a mix of surprise and consolation. You shrug it off, answering questions that the islanders toss your way. You go through the usual spiel of your age, job, where you're from, last relationship, and length of said relationship.
"Wait, what's your type?" One of the guys, Leo, asks.
You hum thoughtfully, "I don't really have a type physically. I think I prefer a guy who is silly and makes me laugh, kind, good values, loyal, a gentleman, and respectful. In any sort of connection I just prefer to build a friendship before focusing on the romantic aspect."
Another guy, Ben, smacks Jaehyun on the back with a smirk, "you have an in, dude!"
You're quick to dispute any romantic interest in Jaehyun before the girls pull you for a chat. The girls break down the current couples of the house but reassure you that no one is closed off quite yet. Everyone is still feeling each other out and obviously the partnerships were based on initial physical attraction, though some girls seem more eager to close things off than others.
You all chat for a while, giving each other your worst date stories before you hear a throat clear behind you. "I was sent to call you over for your boys chat," Jaehyun states awkwardly as he tucks his hands into his pockets.
You laugh softly, taking his extended hand as you step down from the platform and bid the girls goodbye. "Funny seeing you here," you tease with a gentle nudge of your elbow.
"Of all the places on earth," Jaehyun chuckles in agreement.
The conversation with the guys goes almost identically to you conversation with the girls, but it's so obvious that some of the guys are laying the flirtation on thick. One day in the villa and they're already thirsting for the next piece of meat on legs. You wonder if they're actually here to find love or have fun. Despite that, you accept all their compliments, absorb all the information they're giving you, and even let Tony give you a tour of the villa.
Tony is nice, handsome and definitely confident. He walks you through the villa, showing you through each area. "And here we have the bedroom," he tells you with a dramatic wave of his hand, "this is mine and Mei's bed, but it can be you and I's if you play your cards right."
Somewhere on the tour of the second floor, one of the couples, Sam and Luna, join you before you all end up on the last stop, the kitchen. You're not sure how much time has passed, but you're both exhausted and happy to snack on chips while you make conversation with everyone around you.
When bedtime is finally called, you're grateful to be in a fresh room, clean faced, and in a soft bed. You settle beneath the covers and sigh happily. The first day is done, you survived and everyone seems nice. The apprehension you felt just a few hours ago is long gone, and you're relieved to have been welcomed warmly.
Over the course of the next couple days, you make your way around the villa, getting a feel of every guy, well, almost every guy. You're polite with Jaehyun but also hyper aware of how odd the situation is. You never felt romantic feelings for him when you hung out before coming on the show, so why would those feelings be there now? He was handsome, sure, that was undeniable, but why put forth effort for something you already know isn't there?
You've spent most of your few days in the villa getting to know the rest of the guys, feeling out potential vibes and connections. No one has fully blown you away, but you know you're looking to build a solid foundation of friendship before diving headfirst into romance.
Tony almost immediately took himself out of the running with his joke on night one and the fact that he is hardly subtle about keeping his gaze on your face and not your chest when he pulls you for conversations. The other girls have shared their same experiences, so it's pretty clear Tony is just there for a summer of exploring rather than actual love. He also seems incapable of talking about anything but his gym routine, his meal prepping, and his muscles. Conversations with him never seem short enough.
Thankfully, the other conversations go semi-better. Sam manages to sneak Luna into every conversation you two have which makes you melt. In the course of the week, you find yourself even giving him advice on how to woo Luna, you already love them together so you won't be stepping on any toes there. Ben is also nice, he's funny, but tells you after just a couple conversations that he's not feeling any romantic chemistry with you. You can't fault him for his feelings and you appreciate his honesty. All signs lead you back to Leo.
Leo has been nice. You both have a decent amount in common and he's very keen to get to know you, constantly pulling you for chats that always end with you clutching your stomach with laughter. As fun as the conversation are though, nothing clicks right away. There have been no sparks, but you force that self-sabotaging voice to shut up. Your journey will have to take some time, especially since you want to build a friendship first. You just have to take it all day by day.
At the end of the first week, in the middle of your conversation with Leo, your phone dings loudly. "I got a text!" You shout, jumping to stand up on the couch, "Islanders, tonight there will a recoupling, boy's choice. As bombshell, I will get the opportunity to have first pick of the boys."
The boys cheer excitedly and the girls eye each other nervously. You dance excitedly on the bench, stopping only when you hear a snort of laughter from the kitchen. You stop, a playful glare focused on Jaehyun, "I get first choice, Jae. If I were you, I'd be flirting my ass off instead of laughing at someone else's happiness."
"I'm not laughing at your happiness," he rolls his eyes playfully, "I'm laughing at those horrible dance moves."
Your jaw drops in mock offense as he shuffles away to a lounger to chat with his partner, Maya. You bid Leo goodbye as you seek out his current partner Jade to let her know where your head is at. You don't want it to be a shock to her and you certainly don't want to let your decision ruin the friendships you're already forming.
"You have nothing to worry about," Jade reassures you with a tight embrace, "I know you're not in the best spot, coming in as a bombshell and having to steal a guy. I really appreciate you letting me know though."
You let out a long exhale, slumping back against the swing seat while wiping fake sweat from your brow, "you're the best. Seriously."
Just a few hours later, when the sun has set and the cool sea breeze has begun to blow, Ariana, the host, struts toward the fire pit where you're all waiting anxiously. She smiles at you all making small talk about your experiences so far before she instructs the rest of the girls to stand in front of the fire pit and calls your name, "as the bombshell, the first choice of the first recoupling is yours. Who would you like to couple up with?"
You exhale softly, wringing your hands together as you stare ahead nervously over the flames of the fire, "I want to couple up with this person, because he's been super nice and we have good conversations. It's early days, but I think we're on the right track to building what could be a great relationship."
"So the guy I would like to couple up with is…" you pause, "Leo."
Leo beams as the islanders around you clap and cheer. He keeps an arm around you as the rest of the villa goes through the recoupling. You're hardly able to focus as your heart returns to it's normal heart rate after the anxiety of making a speech and choosing your first partner.
"Jade, as the only girl not in a couple, you are now single and vulnerable," Ariana recites, making your stomach lurch with guilt, "but you're journey isn't over yet. Get your flirt on, make some connections, and I'll see you all soon."
The tension lifts at Ariana's words immediately. You give a casual pat to Leo's thigh before crossing the deck to hug Jade and apologize once more for leaving her single. She waves you off, jokingly telling you that now she has the upper hand to get first dibs on the next bombshell to enter.
The next day, you find yourself refilling your water bottle when someone clears their throat harshly behind you. You jump at the startling sound and turn to find Jaehyun standing there with an amused smirk, "can I pull you?"
You nod, taking a sip of water before following him up the stairs to a sunken daybed that's been named with neon lights, 'Soul Ties', "don't make a habit of scaring me as your greeting."
He holds out a hand to help you down the steps before you settle into the pillows with a hum, ignoring the unexpected spark of warmth at his touch. Jaehyun extends his arms on the edge of the bed, stretching his legs out before he turns his gaze to you, "so I noticed you've been avoiding me."
You cough, cheeks hot at his bluntness, "I would hardly call it avoiding. I'm being polite, getting to know everyone, taking advantage of getting to know new people and all that."
"You've had a conversation with every guy but me since you got here. Hell, you're even talking to Tony more than me and I know he doesn't make eye contact. Yeah, you have been polite, but you've been super…" he trails off.
"Charming, beautiful, and amazing?" You offer with a smile.
"Awkward." He corrects with a straight face, "Look, I know the last time we saw each other wasn't the best time, but we were friends. We can still be friendly here. I don't want you to feel awkward around me or feel like you have to avoid me because I was the cause of your last relationship ending."
"No way!" You quickly interrupt, reaching out to place a comforting hand over his own, "my last relationship ended because of his shitty actions. You were the messenger of the unfortunate news but I don't fault you for anything. You were incredibly brave and kind to tell me that. I'm really sorry I've been weird around you. I don't want to ruin your experience here or make you feel like you can't talk to me either. You're right, we can be friends again. It's actually really nice to have someone from home here."
"It is nice," he agrees with a soft smile before letting out an exhale of relief, "How's your mom?"
Your brows furrow in confusion as you reel back, "you remember my mom? When did you guys even meet?"
"One time I had to drop you off at home when you got too drunk. You told me your parents' place was closer so I took you there. Nice lady," he explains simply. From there, it's easy to get lost in conversation. You both reminisce on your time before the villa before any drama even went down for hours, hardly even noticing the sun slowly sinking on the horizon.
In the midst of your laughter, a pair of slapping sandals draws your attention toward Maya, Jaehyun's partner who stands with her arms crossed and a smile that looks sweet at first, but the longer you look up at her, the more irritation you see. "You guys have been up here all day! I almost forgot you recoupled with Leo last night," she laughs brittly.
Jaehyun clears his throat as he stands, holding his hand out to help you up, but Maya's gaze burns, so you instead get up by yourself. "We were just catching up, we're old friends, remember?" he attempts to ease the tension.
"Right, friends. Glad to see two friends getting close. Let's go, Jae," Maya instructs, wrapping a hand around his wrist to drag him off before you can even get another word in.
The tension Maya brought with her makes your hair raise and want to get away as soon as possible. Still, you can vaguely make out Jaehyun's voice telling her, "I'd actually prefer if you called me Jaehyun."
You amble down the stairs with your brows pinched, walking across the lawn toward Jade who sits on a lounger beside Leo on pool deck. Leo perks up, patting the spot at the end of his chair for you to take a seat, "hey there!"
"What's with that look?" Jade snorts.
Your gaze is drawn back up to the second floor, where Jaehyun and Maya sit outside the beauty room in a conversation of their own. "I just had the strangest interaction with Maya, like she was mad I was talking to Jaehyun, who I've already said is just a friend, or something," you mumble as you set your water bottle down.
"Oh shit!" Leo laughs as he sits up, "I thought you were avoiding him because the girls had already given you the full rundown. Maya is… she's intense."
"Intense how?" You ask slowly.
"She waltzed in on night one and refused to actually take part in the ice breaker challenge until she had conversations 'of substance' with each of us guys because she's not looking for a summer fling—" Leo explains before Jade cuts him off.
"She's here looking for a husband," Jade chuckles as she twists her hair up and clips it back, "she deemed Jaehyun the most husband-like of all the guys and has her claws sunk in him. It's only a week in so obviously he's still taking it slow. I think her before bed conversation is how many kids she wants."
"Sheesh," you wince, "she does sound intense."
Leo runs his hands through his hair with an amused smile, "beside that, you had a good conversation though?"
"Yeah, no more weird vibes," you confirm before playfully narrowing your gaze between your two fellow islanders and a lazy point between them, "reigniting sparks here?"
"We were actually planning a threesome between the three of us," Jade quickly responds.
You tense, blinking blanky at her. Leo reaches over to smack her arm as he begins to cackle, Jade joins and you slump down in relief, joining in on the laughter. You wipe tears away from the corners of your eyes, "I think the two of you are going to be a problem for me."
Jade shrugs with a bright smile, "you'll learn to love it."
That night, after avoiding Maya and her harsh glare, you jump onto your bed and pull the covers over your legs. Leo is on the far side of the room practicing some kind of handshake with Ben. Jaehyun flops onto his back on the bed beside your own, his microphone discarded on the bedside table between your beds. Being in the bed beside Jaehyun and Maya never felt weird before, but now it does. You're overtly conscious of your actions as you keep your gaze low and pull off your microphone, winding the cord neatly.
"Hey," you hear Jaehyun say.
You peek over at him from the corner of your eye, feeling your cheeks heat at the sight of him. His hair is messy and damp from his shower and chest bare and tanned from a week in the sun. He looks unbelievably comfortable in his pajama pants but also unbelievably handsome with his glasses on. You don't trust your voice and instead arch your brow at him in response.
"Do you still like vanilla lattes?" He asks as he turns on his side to face you.
"Yes…"
"Awesome, I'll whip one up for you in the morning."
You don't even get the chance to dissuade him when the rest of the girls come pouring into the room. You instead lay down, turning to face Jade now in her own bed on the opposite side to make conversation before Leo comes to bed.
You're nearly asleep, Leo is knocked out beside you as you turn away from your partner to find a more comfortable position, when you hear a soft whisper of your name. You open your eyes, gaze unfocused for a second before you see the soft wave of Jaehyun's hand, "good night."
You pull the covers higher to conceal your smile before whispering, "good night, Jae."
a/n: There's plenty more to come including growing closer, the challenge with the kiss, and more ~tension~!!!! feedback is encouraged and appreciated <3
summary: A sizzling summer of sexy singles and the search for love awaits you in Fiji! You’re nervous, excited, and— confused? Why is your ex-boyfriend’s best friend, Jaehyun, here? And why are you starting to second guess your rekindled friendship?
word count: 3.2k
a/n: this is just the beginning of this little storylne! In case you wonder what villa layout I'm using, I'm going based on the USA villa (#brinity4ever) Enjoy and if you want to get a read on the rest of 127's time in the villa, check it out here!
dividers from diviniyae and robinavitchslut
"Hello, Islanders! I heard there was a party going on!" You shout, lifting a bottle of champagne with a loud whoop.
This is it, the moment you never thought would come. Countless months of interviewing and emails with producers, weeks of being locked up in a hotel room, and a history of bad boyfriends have led you to this moment. An opportunity that not many can say they've had, but now you can.
The table surrounded by your now fellow islanders goes from frozen looks of shock to loud cheers, making you smile as you begin your stride toward the table. The nerves you felt just a few minutes ago have thankfully turned into excitement and confidence. And why not? You feel more beautiful than you ever have before, dressed to the nines and done up like a model as you strut toward the approaching group.
There's too many people that greet you in quick succession for you to get a good look at everyone's faces or to fully catch any names. Somewhere in the hurried introduction, a name and a flash of a familiar face catches a memory in the back of your mind. You don't get a chance to focus on it as the next person approaches you with a hug and a smile. Luckily, you're soon sitting around the fire pit with a cold flute of champagne in your hand and a clear view of everyone's face from your seat on the far edge of the sofa.
You're mindful of your body language, exuding confidence with perfect posture, a bright smile, and casual tosses of your hair over your shoulder while everyone goes down the line to introduce themselves.
You lift you glass to your lips just as the last guy sits forward and immediately you choke, curling forward as you croak out, "Jaehyun?!"
"Do you two know each other?" One of the girls, Bella, you learned her name was, asks, her head swiveling between the two of you.
You nod, clearing your throat, "he's best friends with my ex."
"Was," Jaehyun quickly corrects, cheeks rosy, "we're not friends anymore."
One of the guys, Sam, speaks up, "whoa, what happened there?"
"Jaehyun was the one that told me I got cheated on," you reply, hoping it comes off as nonchalant and not hurt. Lord knows your ex has done enough damage to your self-esteem, you don't need his mess to affect you in the villa too.
Murmurs erupt around the group, a mix of surprise and consolation. You shrug it off, answering questions that the islanders toss your way. You go through the usual spiel of your age, job, where you're from, last relationship, and length of said relationship.
"Wait, what's your type?" One of the guys, Leo, asks.
You hum thoughtfully, "I don't really have a type physically. I think I prefer a guy who is silly and makes me laugh, kind, good values, loyal, a gentleman, and respectful. In any sort of connection I just prefer to build a friendship before focusing on the romantic aspect."
Another guy, Ben, smacks Jaehyun on the back with a smirk, "you have an in, dude!"
You're quick to dispute any romantic interest in Jaehyun before the girls pull you for a chat. The girls break down the current couples of the house but reassure you that no one is closed off quite yet. Everyone is still feeling each other out and obviously the partnerships were based on initial physical attraction, though some girls seem more eager to close things off than others.
You all chat for a while, giving each other your worst date stories before you hear a throat clear behind you. "I was sent to call you over for your boys chat," Jaehyun states awkwardly as he tucks his hands into his pockets.
You laugh softly, taking his extended hand as you step down from the platform and bid the girls goodbye. "Funny seeing you here," you tease with a gentle nudge of your elbow.
"Of all the places on earth," Jaehyun chuckles in agreement.
The conversation with the guys goes almost identically to you conversation with the girls, but it's so obvious that some of the guys are laying the flirtation on thick. One day in the villa and they're already thirsting for the next piece of meat on legs. You wonder if they're actually here to find love or have fun. Despite that, you accept all their compliments, absorb all the information they're giving you, and even let Tony give you a tour of the villa.
Tony is nice, handsome and definitely confident. He walks you through the villa, showing you through each area. "And here we have the bedroom," he tells you with a dramatic wave of his hand, "this is mine and Mei's bed, but it can be you and I's if you play your cards right."
Somewhere on the tour of the second floor, one of the couples, Sam and Luna, join you before you all end up on the last stop, the kitchen. You're not sure how much time has passed, but you're both exhausted and happy to snack on chips while you make conversation with everyone around you.
When bedtime is finally called, you're grateful to be in a fresh room, clean faced, and in a soft bed. You settle beneath the covers and sigh happily. The first day is done, you survived and everyone seems nice. The apprehension you felt just a few hours ago is long gone, and you're relieved to have been welcomed warmly.
Over the course of the next couple days, you make your way around the villa, getting a feel of every guy, well, almost every guy. You're polite with Jaehyun but also hyper aware of how odd the situation is. You never felt romantic feelings for him when you hung out before coming on the show, so why would those feelings be there now? He was handsome, sure, that was undeniable, but why put forth effort for something you already know isn't there?
You've spent most of your few days in the villa getting to know the rest of the guys, feeling out potential vibes and connections. No one has fully blown you away, but you know you're looking to build a solid foundation of friendship before diving headfirst into romance.
Tony almost immediately took himself out of the running with his joke on night one and the fact that he is hardly subtle about keeping his gaze on your face and not your chest when he pulls you for conversations. The other girls have shared their same experiences, so it's pretty clear Tony is just there for a summer of exploring rather than actual love. He also seems incapable of talking about anything but his gym routine, his meal prepping, and his muscles. Conversations with him never seem short enough.
Thankfully, the other conversations go semi-better. Sam manages to sneak Luna into every conversation you two have which makes you melt. In the course of the week, you find yourself even giving him advice on how to woo Luna, you already love them together so you won't be stepping on any toes there. Ben is also nice, he's funny, but tells you after just a couple conversations that he's not feeling any romantic chemistry with you. You can't fault him for his feelings and you appreciate his honesty. All signs lead you back to Leo.
Leo has been nice. You both have a decent amount in common and he's very keen to get to know you, constantly pulling you for chats that always end with you clutching your stomach with laughter. As fun as the conversation are though, nothing clicks right away. There have been no sparks, but you force that self-sabotaging voice to shut up. Your journey will have to take some time, especially since you want to build a friendship first. You just have to take it all day by day.
At the end of the first week, in the middle of your conversation with Leo, your phone dings loudly. "I got a text!" You shout, jumping to stand up on the couch, "Islanders, tonight there will a recoupling, boy's choice. As bombshell, I will get the opportunity to have first pick of the boys."
The boys cheer excitedly and the girls eye each other nervously. You dance excitedly on the bench, stopping only when you hear a snort of laughter from the kitchen. You stop, a playful glare focused on Jaehyun, "I get first choice, Jae. If I were you, I'd be flirting my ass off instead of laughing at someone else's happiness."
"I'm not laughing at your happiness," he rolls his eyes playfully, "I'm laughing at those horrible dance moves."
Your jaw drops in mock offense as he shuffles away to a lounger to chat with his partner, Maya. You bid Leo goodbye as you seek out his current partner Jade to let her know where your head is at. You don't want it to be a shock to her and you certainly don't want to let your decision ruin the friendships you're already forming.
"You have nothing to worry about," Jade reassures you with a tight embrace, "I know you're not in the best spot, coming in as a bombshell and having to steal a guy. I really appreciate you letting me know though."
You let out a long exhale, slumping back against the swing seat while wiping fake sweat from your brow, "you're the best. Seriously."
Just a few hours later, when the sun has set and the cool sea breeze has begun to blow, Ariana, the host, struts toward the fire pit where you're all waiting anxiously. She smiles at you all making small talk about your experiences so far before she instructs the rest of the girls to stand in front of the fire pit and calls your name, "as the bombshell, the first choice of the first recoupling is yours. Who would you like to couple up with?"
You exhale softly, wringing your hands together as you stare ahead nervously over the flames of the fire, "I want to couple up with this person, because he's been super nice and we have good conversations. It's early days, but I think we're on the right track to building what could be a great relationship."
"So the guy I would like to couple up with is…" you pause, "Leo."
Leo beams as the islanders around you clap and cheer. He keeps an arm around you as the rest of the villa goes through the recoupling. You're hardly able to focus as your heart returns to it's normal heart rate after the anxiety of making a speech and choosing your first partner.
"Jade, as the only girl not in a couple, you are now single and vulnerable," Ariana recites, making your stomach lurch with guilt, "but you're journey isn't over yet. Get your flirt on, make some connections, and I'll see you all soon."
The tension lifts at Ariana's words immediately. You give a casual pat to Leo's thigh before crossing the deck to hug Jade and apologize once more for leaving her single. She waves you off, jokingly telling you that now she has the upper hand to get first dibs on the next bombshell to enter.
The next day, you find yourself refilling your water bottle when someone clears their throat harshly behind you. You jump at the startling sound and turn to find Jaehyun standing there with an amused smirk, "can I pull you?"
You nod, taking a sip of water before following him up the stairs to a sunken daybed that's been named with neon lights, 'Soul Ties', "don't make a habit of scaring me as your greeting."
He holds out a hand to help you down the steps before you settle into the pillows with a hum, ignoring the unexpected spark of warmth at his touch. Jaehyun extends his arms on the edge of the bed, stretching his legs out before he turns his gaze to you, "so I noticed you've been avoiding me."
You cough, cheeks hot at his bluntness, "I would hardly call it avoiding. I'm being polite, getting to know everyone, taking advantage of getting to know new people and all that."
"You've had a conversation with every guy but me since you got here. Hell, you're even talking to Tony more than me and I know he doesn't make eye contact. Yeah, you have been polite, but you've been super…" he trails off.
"Charming, beautiful, and amazing?" You offer with a smile.
"Awkward." He corrects with a straight face, "Look, I know the last time we saw each other wasn't the best time, but we were friends. We can still be friendly here. I don't want you to feel awkward around me or feel like you have to avoid me because I was the cause of your last relationship ending."
"No way!" You quickly interrupt, reaching out to place a comforting hand over his own, "my last relationship ended because of his shitty actions. You were the messenger of the unfortunate news but I don't fault you for anything. You were incredibly brave and kind to tell me that. I'm really sorry I've been weird around you. I don't want to ruin your experience here or make you feel like you can't talk to me either. You're right, we can be friends again. It's actually really nice to have someone from home here."
"It is nice," he agrees with a soft smile before letting out an exhale of relief, "How's your mom?"
Your brows furrow in confusion as you reel back, "you remember my mom? When did you guys even meet?"
"One time I had to drop you off at home when you got too drunk. You told me your parents' place was closer so I took you there. Nice lady," he explains simply. From there, it's easy to get lost in conversation. You both reminisce on your time before the villa before any drama even went down for hours, hardly even noticing the sun slowly sinking on the horizon.
In the midst of your laughter, a pair of slapping sandals draws your attention toward Maya, Jaehyun's partner who stands with her arms crossed and a smile that looks sweet at first, but the longer you look up at her, the more irritation you see. "You guys have been up here all day! I almost forgot you recoupled with Leo last night," she laughs brittly.
Jaehyun clears his throat as he stands, holding his hand out to help you up, but Maya's gaze burns, so you instead get up by yourself. "We were just catching up, we're old friends, remember?" he attempts to ease the tension.
"Right, friends. Glad to see two friends getting close. Let's go, Jae," Maya instructs, wrapping a hand around his wrist to drag him off before you can even get another word in.
The tension Maya brought with her makes your hair raise and want to get away as soon as possible. Still, you can vaguely make out Jaehyun's voice telling her, "I'd actually prefer if you called me Jaehyun."
You amble down the stairs with your brows pinched, walking across the lawn toward Jade who sits on a lounger beside Leo on pool deck. Leo perks up, patting the spot at the end of his chair for you to take a seat, "hey there!"
"What's with that look?" Jade snorts.
Your gaze is drawn back up to the second floor, where Jaehyun and Maya sit outside the beauty room in a conversation of their own. "I just had the strangest interaction with Maya, like she was mad I was talking to Jaehyun, who I've already said is just a friend, or something," you mumble as you set your water bottle down.
"Oh shit!" Leo laughs as he sits up, "I thought you were avoiding him because the girls had already given you the full rundown. Maya is… she's intense."
"Intense how?" You ask slowly.
"She waltzed in on night one and refused to actually take part in the ice breaker challenge until she had conversations 'of substance' with each of us guys because she's not looking for a summer fling—" Leo explains before Jade cuts him off.
"She's here looking for a husband," Jade chuckles as she twists her hair up and clips it back, "she deemed Jaehyun the most husband-like of all the guys and has her claws sunk in him. It's only a week in so obviously he's still taking it slow. I think her before bed conversation is how many kids she wants."
"Sheesh," you wince, "she does sound intense."
Leo runs his hands through his hair with an amused smile, "beside that, you had a good conversation though?"
"Yeah, no more weird vibes," you confirm before playfully narrowing your gaze between your two fellow islanders and a lazy point between them, "reigniting sparks here?"
"We were actually planning a threesome between the three of us," Jade quickly responds.
You tense, blinking blanky at her. Leo reaches over to smack her arm as he begins to cackle, Jade joins and you slump down in relief, joining in on the laughter. You wipe tears away from the corners of your eyes, "I think the two of you are going to be a problem for me."
Jade shrugs with a bright smile, "you'll learn to love it."
That night, after avoiding Maya and her harsh glare, you jump onto your bed and pull the covers over your legs. Leo is on the far side of the room practicing some kind of handshake with Ben. Jaehyun flops onto his back on the bed beside your own, his microphone discarded on the bedside table between your beds. Being in the bed beside Jaehyun and Maya never felt weird before, but now it does. You're overtly conscious of your actions as you keep your gaze low and pull off your microphone, winding the cord neatly.
"Hey," you hear Jaehyun say.
You peek over at him from the corner of your eye, feeling your cheeks heat at the sight of him. His hair is messy and damp from his shower and chest bare and tanned from a week in the sun. He looks unbelievably comfortable in his pajama pants but also unbelievably handsome with his glasses on. You don't trust your voice and instead arch your brow at him in response.
"Do you still like vanilla lattes?" He asks as he turns on his side to face you.
"Yes…"
"Awesome, I'll whip one up for you in the morning."
You don't even get the chance to dissuade him when the rest of the girls come pouring into the room. You instead lay down, turning to face Jade now in her own bed on the opposite side to make conversation before Leo comes to bed.
You're nearly asleep, Leo is knocked out beside you as you turn away from your partner to find a more comfortable position, when you hear a soft whisper of your name. You open your eyes, gaze unfocused for a second before you see the soft wave of Jaehyun's hand, "good night."
You pull the covers higher to conceal your smile before whispering, "good night, Jae."
a/n: There's plenty more to come including growing closer, the challenge with the kiss, and more ~tension~!!!! feedback is encouraged and appreciated <3
⋆˙⟡ where niki is your younger brothers best friend who can’t seem to keep his hands off you, and you can’t keep your lips off of him.
- untitled a hwang hyunjin x reader
⋆˙⟡ where hyunjin is the school’s “slut” and your sworn enemy, your competition, he pulled girls and boys left and right just like you do, so when he sets his sight on you as his final target will you cave in or will you quiet about how wet he makes you.
- untitled a choi san x lee jeno x reader
⋆˙⟡ both men on their college football team, one offense, one plays defense. Jeno’s sights are set on San’s girlfriend and well San. San’s afraid to open up to him, in all ways. Will you convince them both to give this whole thing a shot
- untitled a bangchan x reader
⋆˙⟡ your husband has been away on a work trip that has been consuming his every moment. when he gets home he finds you, and you are in a mood. he’s going to make sure you never give him attitude again.
Hope ya’ll enjoyed reading!! Let me know which ones you’re excited for!
Tagging: @neochan (if you want too), @peachjaem00 (if you wanna), @starryhyuck @minkieater (i think you did this but idk) and anybody who wants too!
i love you, mark lee. i hope you know we will always support you in your next endeavor 💚
You like to stare at your boyfriend’s face when he’s sleeping.
He calls you creepy, but there’s something so serene in watching him when he has no sense of the obligations he holds on his shoulders or the weight of the burdens he carries. You gaze at him as the sunlight peeks through the curtains, smiling when the corner of his mouth twitches.
“If you keep looking at me like that, you’re going to regret it.”
You giggle. “You just look so cute, that’s all.”
One eye peeks open. His hand instinctively wraps around your waist, tugging you close to his frame and pulling up the comforter to huddle you in his warmth.
“How often are you doing this?” He asks groggily, his voice still heavy with exhaustion.
“Don’t worry about it,” you say, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “Just go back to sleep.”
“How can I when I know you’ll be staring at me the whole time?”
You laugh, slipping a hand underneath his shirt to run your fingers over his stomach. You’re instantly engulfed in happiness, in the feeling that you’ve chosen the right person to love. You could stay in this moment forever with him.
“Do you know how hard you work, Mark Lee?”
He hums softly like he doesn’t want to broach the topic this early in the morning. You’ve had arguments before about how overworked he is, how he should take a break, and this list goes on and on. You understand why he would rather not get into it today.
“I like seeing you when you’re just… you. If you want to call me creepy again, so be it.”
His lips press against yours and you sigh, wishing you could savor this a little longer before you have to get up and start your day.
“You can stare at me for as long as it makes you happy, baby,” he murmurs, slowly drifting back to sleep.
You brush your fingertips over his jaw, smiling.
You hope he never has to feel the weight of the world on his shoulders ever again.
ᯓ an — i couldn't resist making a part 2, i just had too many ideas for it so i used all of them. can be read as standalone!
PART 1 — MASTERLIST
“What are those marks around your wrists?”
Your hand, with your chopsticks and dumpling and all, gets snatched by Shota from across the booth. His hand practically engulfs yours as he twists it this way and that to eye the little red scuffs around your wrist.
Your face burns as you recall black rope and warm hands. Jongseob tenses where he sits beside you, thrown askew by the question in the midst of chewing his noodles.
You scramble for an answer. “I wore my bracelet too tight,” you say, averting your eyes when Shota’s gaze lifts to your face.
“This is rope burn,” he states.
Your stomach twists with nerves. Of course Shota would recognize it; from what Jongseob had told you he was the one to show Jongseob the ropes (metaphorically… and physically, you suppose).
When Shota’s eyes shift to Jongseob and his brows raise, the corners of his lips lifting in a knowing little smile, you know there’s no point in hiding.
“Ah,” he says with a giggle, lowering your hand to the table but not yet letting go. “Finally got your fantasy, huh Seobie?”
Jongseob bristles in your peripherals. “Sho—”
“Didn’t I tell you to use those fur lined cuffs I gave you?”
Jongseob goes silent, and when you glance at him, you see his eyes wide and skin a little pale.
“Shit,” he mutters, his eyes flickering down to your wrist. “I completely forgot that you gave me those.”
Shota clicks his tongue, shaking his head slightly. “It’s okay, the damage isn't too bad.” He brushes his thumb over the reddened, still sensitive skin. “I have some cream that can help with this that I can lend you.”
You stare at him, feeling completely out of depth with this whole conversation. Are they really talking about your BDSM escapades out in the open like this? In a family Chinese restaurant? Nevermind that your first dalliance into this world was only two nights ago.
“Um, yeah,” you answer, flustered. Shota only seems to find your squirming amusing. “That would be nice.”
He lets go over your hand, giving you a sweet smile that feels anything but nice. “Eat,” he tells you, then turns back to his soup.
You reluctantly lift your dumpling into your mouth, chewing on it mechanically as your mind continues to race. You almost didn’t accept Jongseob’s invite to dinner tonight, still feeling a little off kilter with what happened.
It's not regret, but… now that you’ve seen Jongseob in his element, seeing him like this—beside you, talking to Shota about games and their schedules like he doesn’t tie people up in his free time—makes you feel off balance.
And it’s not just him, Shota is driving your brain up a wall too. Your first thought when you sat down across from him in the booth tonight was what he might be like in that setting.
He must be dominant, right? If he was the one to teach Jongseob all of… this. Wait, what would teaching even look like? Would Shota have been the one to tie J—
“So, did you two make an agreement?”
Shota’s voice brings you out of your dangerous track of thoughts. But it sends you down another, more confusing one.
“A what?” You ask.
Jongseob tenses beside you again and Shota raises a brow, looking over at him. “Was there any preparation at all that went into this?”
“It sort of just… happened,” Jongseob answers meekly, poking at his noodles.
“So there was no checklist?”
“...No.”
The sigh Shota lets out makes you feel like you did something wrong.
“Okay,” you say, placing your chopsticks down. “Context?”
Shota turns his attention to you, twirling his spoon between his fingers. “Well it's mostly informal but it's good practice to fill out a list and establish rules and boundaries before going into a scene,” he explains, and sends your brain deeper into your destructive thought train. “But it seems like someone got a little too trigger happy.”
Jongseob groans, his chopsticks clattering to his bowl. “I know, I know. I should’ve been more careful.”
“You should have,” Shota chides in a tone that does nothing to ease your gutterbrain. “Especially considering it was her first time.”
You squirm in your seat, a nervous laugh bubbling in your throat. “This all sounds very… formal. Honestly, I was just expecting kinky sex.”
An older man in the booth to your right shoots you a dirty look but you ignore him.
Shota makes a disapproving sound. “It’s not just that—”
“Yes, yes, don’t worry,” you cut him off with a wave of your hand. “Seob already gave me the whole spiel.”
“Well, at least he did something right.”
Jongseob makes an offended grunt, there’s a bump under the table, and then Shota jumps with a pained yelp.
“Brat,” Shota mutters under his breath, reaching down to rub his leg.
You glance between the two of them, thinking that maybe you’re starting to understand a bit of their dynamic but the question still remains.
“How?” You ask, then scramble to elaborate when they both turn to stare at you. “I mean, like, how? When? You two.”
Shota breaks into an amused laugh. “He walked in on me and my ex. Then he stayed and watched. And then…” He trails off, turning to Jongseob with an impish grin.
Jongseob’s face turns a bright red. “It’s not important,” he huffs, lowering his head over his noodles to curtain his hair over his face as he picks up his chopsticks again. “My bad for not consulting you before we did anything.”
He means it as a sarcastic jibe at Shota, you know that, but the thought that hits you makes you dizzy. Of them consulting over you.
“Well if you do it again, make sure you do it right,” Shota says before turning back to his soup.
The words slip from your mouth before you can do anything to stop them. “Or you could just teach me.”
They both pause, their eyes shifting to you again, and you get hit with the urge to drop down under the table and hide.
“You want to do it again?” Jongseob asks, brows raised.
You bite down on your lip. Honestly, the answer was clear to you from the moment you stepped out of his apartment that night.
“I do,” you admit quietly, slipping your hands under your thighs to keep them from trembling at the excitement at the mere thought of it. “I wanna know what more there is to all this.”
Shota hums, tilting his head slightly as he considers your words. “There’s been a couple things Seob has been wanting to learn but it would require a third party… We could kill two birds with one stone,” he murmurs, thinking aloud.
You have to refrain from squirming under his gaze. “I’m down. If you guys are.”
“Yes,” Jongseob says almost immediately, then clears his throat and straightens. “I mean, yeah. I’m down.”
Shota gives him a judgemental brow raise, but he’s smiling still. “Then it’s settled,” he says, turning his grin to you. “I’ll send you the checklist tonight.”
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The “checklist” ends up being a comprehensive list of kinks, most of which you have to look up to even know what it is, many of which you didn’t even know could be a kink, and some of which makes you put your phone down on your couch to take a deep breath.
Shota had made a grouchat with the three of you and sent the list almost as soon as you left the restaurant that you hadn’t seen until you arrived at your apartment.
It’s good to know he’s just as eager as you; you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since you hugged them goodbye.
So you spend the entire night doing a deep dive into the internet’s reserve about BDSM and all the kinks on that list before you fill it out, nevermind that you have work in the morning.
By the time you’ve filled out the list, checked off what you’re all for, what you’re curious about, and what’s completely off the table for you, it’s nearing 5am. And despite the late hour, Shota still responds to you just a few minutes after.
sho-kun: ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡
sho-kun: we already know what we want to try for our scene. do you want me to tell you or do you want us to keep it a secret?
The thought of them discussing what they want to do to you should not make you feel as insane as it does.
You reread the text, chewing on your lip. On one hand, you’re dying of curiosity and this feels like something you should be fully preparing yourself for. Knowing what they have planned would help.
But on the other…
you: keep it a secret. i want to be surprised
It’s just more exciting that way
sho-kun: ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ friday at 7 ok??
you: fine w me
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It’s not fine. It’s not fine at all, because the four days wait until Friday spans longer than four days have ever spanned and you’re losing your mind with anticipation.
Jongseob and Shota had both sent over their checklists shortly after you did, just so everyone is on the same page (you learn that there’s not much that Shota isn’t into whereas Jongseob is more reserved), and you’d spend hours, days since then just thinking about what it might be from those lists that they have in store for you.
You know rope will be involved somehow, or some type of bondage, with the shit that Shota was giving Jongseob for not doing it right. Your wrists burn at the thought of being bound up again. The marks are gone and completely healed over; the cream that Shota leant you worked miracles.
What does it say about you that you miss them?
They almost felt like a claim, one that you’d given willingly and one that you hope to give up again soon, and not just to Jongseob.
The thought of it, of being claimed again, leaves your skin prickling with an anticipation that keeps you company on your drive to Jongseob’s place.
They’d decided to do it there for the sake of familiarity for you given that your first time had happened there.
Another thing that drove you insane; them referring to your “first time” being your escapade with Jongseob as if you had given your virginity to him. Your BDSM virginity, maybe, but it’s still enough to feel dizzy about. Like you’ve only just started on the road to kinky corruption with them in the passenger.
You only get one knock in before the door swings open and Shota stands before you with a bright grin.
“You’re right on time,” he chirps, stepping aside to let you in.
You blink, stepping in through the door. “Were you waiting by the door?”
He shrugs, taking your wrist and bringing you over to the couches as soon as you’re free of your shoes. “Yes,” he says, then gently pushes you down to the couch. “Tea?”
You pause, half expecting to have just been swept to the bedroom by now. “Uh… I’m okay.”
Jongseob appears then, rounding the couch to place a mug of tea on the coffee table in front of you. “Have some tea,” he says, looking down at your hands. “You seem nervous.”
You clench your fists, realizing just then that they’d been trembling, and give a sheepish smile at the knowing grin that Shota gives you.
“Yeah, okay,” you concede, reaching for the mug.
“While you do that, we need to go over a few things,” Shota says as he places himself in front of you, sitting on the coffee table and slipping his phone out of his pocket.
Jongseob takes a seat beside you with his own mug, sipping idly as Shota starts off.
He pulls up your list and goes on to recite it all to you, asking you at the end if anything has changed since you filled it out. You answer with an emphatic no, then he reminds you of the traffic light system—green for go, yellow for slow, red for stop. Then he insists that you only use his real name and to not call him Soul by any means because it’s apparently a real moodkiller for him then makes sure you bring up any boundaries you might have.
But honestly, you’re too focused on the heat of both their bodies surrounding you and trying not to get too wet from just having a conversation about kinks.
“If you couldn’t tell, he’s a real stickler for rules,” Jongseob hums beside you once Shota has finished his spiel and stood up from his seat.
“Someone has to be,” he states, tossing a lazy kick to Jongseob’s shin. Then he turns to you and gives you a smile. “Tonight, you will be blindfolded and gagged.”
You choke on your sip of tea and Shota quickly takes the mug from you, Jongseob scrambling to pat your head and back as you climb yourself down from your fit of coughs.
“I’m—” You cough again, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Oh.”
“Sorry,” Shota says sheepishly. “Sensory deprivation was on your list. We’ll let you have your hearing since it will be your first time.”
You swallow, feeling a distant ringing form in the back of your head. “O-Okay. That’s fine with me.”
“And temperature play.”
The ringing becomes louder as you just stare at him.
He tilts his head at you. “That’s all okay, yes?”
You nod, maybe too eagerly, because you hear Jongseob laugh beside you.
“Come on, Shota,” Jongseob says, standing and offering you his hand. “I think she’s getting a little excited.”
You flush as you place your hand in his. “Can you blame me?”
He pulls you up to a stand in front of him, and his face is so close to yours that you’re hit with the sudden realization that after all this, you haven’t kissed him yet.
He must come to the same conclusion; his eyes flicker down to your lips and lingers there. “Not at all,” he murmurs, the tip of his tongue flicking out to wet his lip.
Then you feel a solid wall of warmth behind you, two strong hands coming down to your hips and pulling you back. You gasp softly as your back hits Shota’s firm chest.
His breath hits the bare skin of your neck as he speaks, low and husky in a way you’re not used to from your usually sunny friend.
“Let's get one thing clear,” he says, turning to let his lips brush your ear. “I’m in charge tonight. Got it?”
Your breath hitches, the low pulse of need thrumming to life between your hips. You glance up at Jongseob to see him watching you both intently.
Shota must catch wind of your unspoken question because he chuckles, fingers digging firmly into your clothed flesh. “Jongseob is in charge of you,” he says, turning to look over at him. “But not of me. There’s a couple things I need to teach him tonight. Isn’t that right?”
Jongseob swallows, giving a slight nod as his answer. The difference between him that night a week ago and now, a little meek and reserved and not the one in charge of the room, has your brain whirring at the prospect of seeing him in a new light.
The breath rushes out of you in a quick swoop. “Oh.”
Shota’s hands slide off of you, only to come back a second later to wrap a black satin fabric over your eyes.
You startle at first, but you feel Jongseob’s hand quickly grasp yours as Shota fastens the blindfold, tying it firmly at the back of your head.
“Okay?” Shota asks you once it’s done.
You nod, then yelp when you’re suddenly lifted off your feet.
There’s strong arms that hoist you up into a princess carry, Shota’s you assume, and then you’re on the move. You clutch a fistful of his shirt, the heat of his body seeping into you and adding to the steadily growing heat that already festers inside you.
It might be a little ridiculous considering that only your sight has been taken away, but you can already feel yourself teetering into that mindspace, the one that lets you give up your own body in favour of just feeling.
Soon enough, your back hits soft, fuzzy fabric. A towel you think, but it's big enough to span down to your feet where you lay.
There’s movement that you hear around you before a pair of hands settle at your waist.
“I’m going to take off your clothes,” says Jongseob, before his hand slides up your shirt to sit against the bare skin of your stomach. “Okay?”
You give a quick nod, letting him maneuver you as he pulls your layers off you. Soon, you’re laying there, fully bare and trying to fight the urge to curl into yourself.
You’ve already laid yourself out for Jongseob, but it’s a different feeling to know you’ve got a bit of an audience now.
You hear, and feel, a chunk of weight drop beside you on the bed with metallic clanks.
Your stomach twists as you recall the handcuffs and linked chains you saw that night in Jongseob’s bathroom.
“I’m going to tie your arms down,” Shota says, picking up your wrist in his hand. His thumb brushes soothingly over your hammering pulse point. “You won’t be able to move them.”
He pauses, as if waiting for your denial, but when there isn’t any you feel something like a soft coat of fur wrapping around your wrist.
“Fur lined cuffs,” Shota chuckles when he sees the pinch between your brows.
“Right,” you mumble, cheeks heating when you feel the cuff tighten around you. “The ones Seob forgot about.”
“Sorry,” you hear him pipe in from somewhere at the end of the bed but Shota quickly shushes him.
“You live and you learn,” Shota states, wrapping another cuff around your other wrist. “That’s why he has me.”
You let out a shaky breath as he brings both your hands over your head, tying your forearms in parallel to one another with rope that you’re already familiar with the feel of. He checks with you to make sure they aren’t too tight before fastening your tied arms to the headboard by the cuffs at your wrist.
You test the restraints, giving your arms a tug only to find that there’s no room for movement. A pulse of heat shoots straight to your core at the thought of being left completely at their mercy, and you quickly press your legs together to quell some of that growing pressure.
It must grab their attention because you hear amused chuckles coming from both of them.
“Was she this needy last time?” You hear Shota ask as he moves away from the bed.
“Just about,” Jongseob says, closer to you now than he was before. “She was soaked by the time I finished tying her up.”
A quiet whimper catches at your throat, the pressure between your legs worsening by each second that they spend just talking about you like you’re not there.
There’s hands at your thighs then, prying your legs apart. You gasp at the sudden pull, twitching to close your legs again but the hands, Shota’s you think, keep them apart.
“Stay still,” you hear him grit, his fingers digging into your flesh.
You settle with a quiet whimper, letting your muscles relax. But then there's something wrapping around your thigh, another one of those fur lined cuffs you think but larger, and fastening down firmly. There’s another one also being wrapped around your other leg; which can only mean they’re both working together to tie you down completely. Your head spins when you hear the clinks of more chains as they get attached to the cuffs at your thighs, the other ends of them getting attached to the headboard on either side of you.
Your skin heats at the realization of your position—being opened up and left exposed like this, completely open and pliant under their mercy.
Shivers climb through your body; you can’t see them but you know their eyes are roving over you.
“She’s already wet,” Shota murmurs, sounding completely in awe. His hand on your thigh slides down stopping just at the apex of your inner thigh, so close to where you really need him, before clamping down on your flesh.
“Told you she’s excitable,” Jongseob says from your left.
You whine, shifting under the restraints. The ones at your legs are just as unforgivable as the ones on your arms, forcing your legs to stay raised and folded at your sides.
“Shhh,” Shota coos before lifting his hands off you. “We’re just getting started. You can be patient, can’t you?”
His voice sounds so sweet, so soothing—but you know his words aren’t a gentle request. They’re a demand, a poison no matter how much he douses it in sugar.
“There’s one more thing you need to do for me before we can keep going.”
He moves away again before coming back just a moment later. A weight drapes over your neck, something soft like those lined cuffs.
“W-What is that?” You stammer, tremors wracking through your breaths as you feel him slide it under and around your neck.
“A collar,” he says, lifting your head with one hand to click it into place with the other. “I don’t let anyone sub for me without wearing it.”
The weight of the collar, thick and present around your neck, makes your head feel like it's being stuffed with cotton. Claimed, you think to yourself. It's a nice feeling, like it’s official that you’re under his care now. Both of theirs.
There must be a ring at the front, because you feel the collar tug up and your head lifts under the pull.
“Colour?” Shota asks quietly and you whimper out a quiet, “Green.” He lets go and you melt back down to the bed. “Good.”
Something small and plastic gets pressed into your palm. “A clicker,” Jongseob explains as he adjusts your thumb to rest over a button on the tiny remote. “You’re going to be gagged so you won’t be able to talk. This is your safeword. When we ask for your colour, click it three times for green, twice for yellow, once for red. Click it once at any point and the blindfold and gag come off.” His voice is slow and soothing, like he’s accounting for the fact that your brain might already be going soupy. “Understand?” When you nod, he hums in approval and instructs you to click it in all the patterns to test.
Once that is settled, he moves back and Shota’s hand comes down to press against your jaw. “We’re going to gag you now. Open.”
“Wait,” you say, turning your head towards his direction. There’s still one more thing that’s been buzzing around in the back of your mind. “You said you were going to teach Jongseob something... What is it?”
You can hear the smile in his voice as he answers. “Restraint,” he says, then pushes the silicone ball gag in your mouth before you can ask any more questions.
Once that’s fastened, their hands leave you—completely trapped and under their mercy. You don’t think you’ve ever felt an exhilaration like this.
“Pretty,” Shota murmurs above you, before you feel the weight of his palm press between the valley of your breasts. It slides down your body, so slow it leaves you squirming.
You tremble under the warm touch that stops at your naval. You want it to go lower, but you fear wanting anything right now isn’t much of an option.
But, to your surprise, your wants go answered anyway. Because his hand slides down lower and two fingers pass through your slick folds.
The sensation, and the obscenely wet sounds, make your body jolt and your legs try to uselessly snap shut. The restraints keep you still, tied in place.
You whine when his fingers start to slide slowly back and forth, just feeling for you, but your sounds come muffled around the gag.
You hear his soft chuckles, breathy as he says, “So wet already.” He uses his slick fingertips to circle your clit, sending sparks of heat from your core through your body. “I wonder how long your body’s been wanting this,” he muses, sliding his fingers down to tease at your entrance.
“She’s a natural,” you hear Jongseob murmur above you. His voice sounds affected, strained. “Just born to submit, aren’t you?” He hums, before you feel his hand cup your breast, kneading the soft flesh.
There’s a steady stream of whimpers and short breaths that spill from your stuffed mouth, your body already taut with the band in your belly growing tighter by the second. You’re already wound up from all the lead up. You know you won’t last long.
“You’re close already,” Shota observes, trailing his fingers back to rub torturously light circles around your clit. “But you can’t come until I tell you. Got it?”
You let out a whine of protest at that but Shota only giggles.
“Good,” he says before he lifts his hand off of you entirely, leaving you whining again for lack of the stimulation you’re throbbing for.
Your entire body jolts when something cold and wet presses to the space between your clavicles. Ice.
Then it trails down, slow and steady leaving prickles of cold trailing in its wake. The sensation feels more intense than it normally would, like you can feel the cold all over your body instead of at just the immediate contact point.
Your body trembles helplessly under it as it makes its way down to your bellybutton, circling there for a moment before straying even lower.
Panicked little whines start leaving your throat as it travels further. It stops at your pelvis.
“Colour,” you hear Shota say, his voice even breathier than before.
You take a shaky breath trying to settle your trmoring body but it’s a fruitless attempt. You click the button three times.
The ice moves lower, gliding down to press against your clit, and you wail at the sharp spike of cold, burning pleasure that shoots through you.
And it moves even lower, the ice melted down to a small thing that Shota presses against your entrance, then pushes in.
Your body jerks against the restraints, chains clinking at the movements as the overbearing cold breaches inside your heated cunt. Though it melts quickly, trickling out of you in steady streams, but Shota doesn’t wait for that.
Instead, he pushes two fingers into you, a burning stretch against your walls that rivals the sharpness of the cold, and starts fucking them in and out at a rapid pace that has a hot pleasure wash through you over the cold.
The sensations become all too much for your body as it thrashes and trembles under the stimulation, barreled to your orgasm at an alarming speed.
You try to warn him, but it all comes out as muffled gasps and whines.
“Close already?” Shota asks you, voice low and gruff, almost judgemental in tone as he continues to piston his fingers into you.
You try to respond but your muffled words get cut off into a sharp moan when you feel another cube of ice press against your nipple.
“You can hold out a little bit,” Jongseob muses as he circles the ice around the bud, teasing it to a stiff peak. He doesn’t keep it in one spot for long before moving it to your other nipple, working it just the same.
You jerk under the cold sparks that shoot through your chest, yelping when you feel Shota’s thumb start to circle your clit. “I don’t think she can,” he says, then crooks his fingers just right to start punching against that sweet, spongy spot inside of you with each thrust.
A panic seizes through you when you realize that you really can’t.
Your body tightens all around as you’re practically shoved to the edge, coiling tight with the band of pleasure in your gut pulling taut.
Shota seems to feel a little merciful. “Come for me,” he says, and that’s all it takes for your orgasm to punch through you, body wracking with violent shakes as the intense tremors wrack over you.
It lasts for a while but Shota guides you through it, slowing his fingers gradually to wind you down while easing the pressure on your clit. When you drop down to the bed, boneless and panting and crying into your blindfold, his hands finally move off of you, as does Jongseob’s.
You’re not sure how long you lay there, shaking from the aftershocks and trying to stay present. You can already feel your grasp on your mind slipping, falling into a space where you can’t do much except float in sensation.
An arm sliding under your waist brings you back just a little as it lifts you up. You feel a pillow slide under your lower back before you’re settled on top of it.
You make a sound at the shift in position, a wordless ask that Shota answers.
“Don’t worry,” he says, pressing his palm against your cheek. You turn at the touch, seeking the warmth of his hand as you nuzzle into it. He giggles fondly, brushing his thumb against your cheekbone. “This is just for our next part.”
You pause. What now?
He seems to catch on to your hesitance, digging his thumb affectionately into your cheek. “Don’t you worry.” Then his hand is off of you, his voice redirecting from you. “Seob?”
There’s a dip in the bed in front of you, the warmth of a body settling close. Then there’s a pressure against your cunt, hot and thick and velvety as it slides through the slick and you gasp, hips twitching when it presses against your clit.
Jongseob teases his cock against you like that for a moment, leaving you whimpering and twitching from the sensitivity that still persists, before he finally pushes into you with a choked groan.
You moan around your gag, your fist tightening around the clicker as he settles all the way in you, stretching you full to the brim with his hardened cock.
He stutters when you clench around him, feeling him twitch inside you in response.
“Fuck you’re tight,” he hisses, his hands bearing down on your thighs.
Then he goes still, seated deep into you at an angle that makes you feel like he’s brushing against the deepest parts of you.
“Good,” you hear Shota murmur before he starts tinkering with something at the bedside table. “Remember when I said I was going to teach him restraint?”
It takes a moment for you to register through the fog in your brain that he’s speaking to you. You make a hitched sound in response.
“He’s going to stay just like that,” he says, moving closer to you. You can’t see him, but you can feel his presence hovering over your body. It makes your skin tingle alive again with anticipation. “For thirty minutes. He’s not allowed to move, and neither of you are allowed to cum. Okay?”
Dread pools in your gut. 30 minutes? Well if it’s just this and he’s not fucking you, you don’t see what the trouble would be. But you know deep down that it wouldn’t be so easy.
“Colour?” He asks, and you don’t hesitate at all before you click three times. “Good girl.”
You jerk at the sudden prick you feel on the skin at your chest. It’s hot, not burning, but a single point of an intense warmth just between your breasts.
You make a questioning noise that cuts off into a sharp breath when you feel another prick just under the last, bigger this time. The warmth lingers for a moment longer, before you feel whatever it is harden on your skin and cling against you like a second layer. Wax.
There’s nothing more for a long moment, like he’s gauging your reaction. But then it comes back all at once as a long stripe poured from the middle of your chest down to just above your belly button.
It’s so much more intense, a sharp warmth that blooms through your body and has you rattling against your chains. You whimper, body clamping down around Jongseob without control and he lets out a choked grunt, his fingers digging sharply into your thighs.
“You’re sensitive,” Shota muses, sounding all too amused by your reactions.
You gasp at the sudden cold of ice that starts gliding down your skin beside the stripe of wax that slowly dribbles down your skin, hardening on the way as the branching stripes thin out.
It continues like that for a long while, a flash of cold somewhere on your skin before a burst of warmth that follows. There’s no rhythm or reason to when the cold or the warmth is coming and where it might be, leaving your body dangling over the edge with anticipation.
It’s enough to have you shaking again, an unmoving thing around Jongseob who throbs and twitches inside you relentlessly, but remains otherwise still.
“You’re shaking so much,” Shota coos, a mocking concern as he slides his hand down your quivering thigh, his touch leading dangerously close to where you and Jongseob are connected. “And you’re creaming so much again. Too much?”
You shake your head hastily; the thought of all this stopping sounds worse than the twenty or however many minutes you have left of going without cumming.
He laughs. “So eager,” he teases, then pushes his finger against your clit and starts circling it in quick, tight circles.
Shota preens at the sight of your body bristling under the simple touch. Not only does it affect you, but it affects Jongseob, who’s face twitches at the feeling of you pulsing around him, pained as he holds himself back from chasing your heat.
Shota doesn’t relent, just drives you closer to another orgasm with his finger and makes your body convulse so much that it has Jongseob’s breaths come out ragged, his hands tightening on you with restraint.
But just before you can tip off, he pulls his hand off of you and cuts off your stimulation. The tension in your body melts away in a snap, Jongseob sighing in relief when you finally go still.
Shota doesn’t let the ease last. He picks up the pitcher of wax and dribbles another stripe across your torso, up until your nipple. The stripes and splatters of black wax settle on your bare body like a mural of his filthiest dreams. He’s been wanting to do this for so long—and finally, he’s found his muse.
He feels himself throb under his jeans, straining for some form of relief. But he ignores it in favour of latching onto your clit again, driving you towards the edge yet again.
“Sh-Shota,” Jongseob whimpers, trembling with the effort of not giving into his body’s desire to just fuck into you. He clutches at your hips, trying to hold you down and keep you still but Shota can see the way your cunt still flutters around him.
Shota clicks his tongue, still thumbing at your clit as he fixes Jongseob with a disapproving look. “It hasn’t even been halfway yet. Stay still.”
Jongseob drops his head with a ragged breath, his nails clawing into your hips.
You whimper around the gag, your hips trying to roll up with a mind of their own over Jongseob’s cock. You’re trying to say something around the gag but it comes out muffled and dismembered. Your body tenses with the threat of release and Shota takes his hand off of you again, leaving you right on the precipice.
You drop with a sob that wracks through your entire body and Shota almost feels bad. Almost.
He places the pitcher down and instead reaches to dip his hand into the bowl of ice. He doesn’t pick any up, just brings his drenched hand over you and flicks the cold water, chuckling when your body flinches as the cold droplets hit.
Seeing you squirm might just be his new favourite thing.
He knows it's cruel—keeping you so on edge that you tremble and cry even without being under direct stimulation. It only makes him want to push you harder.
He reaches for your clit again, spurring your body back to life under the steady stream of stimulation. He can’t tell if your whimpers are pained or pleasured anymore.
It doesn’t take much time to wind you up to your edge again, and again—he leaves you hanging every time. His chest twists at the loud sob that leaves your mouth. Your tears have soaked through the blindfold, leaving salt tracks down your cheeks that he wants to lick up.
“Pretty,” he mumbles, pinching your clit between his fingers. You’re pretty when you’re ruined.
You whine, hips bucking up desperately against Jongseob’s weakening hold. He’s panting now, eyes bleary, the flush on his face climbing down his neck.
Shota knows you’re at your limits. There’s still nine minutes left. He could be nice. Or…
He grabs a cube of ice, pressing it to your nipple as his other hand goes back to your clit and flicks at it, rapid and unforgiving.
He grins as he watches you cry out around the gag, your orgasm ripping through you with such an intensity that the bed creaks and rattles under your thrashing body, restraints rattling dangerously.
Jongseob lets out a sharp cry before he doubles over, trembles wracking through his body.
Shota watches, with a sick sense of satisfaction, as Jongseob’s cum seeps out around where he’s still buried in you.
He clicks his tongue, pulling his hands off of you and dropping the shrunken cube of ice back into the bowl.
“And we only had eight minutes to go,” he sighs, smirking when your body tenses up at the reminder of his rule.
A shudder passes through Jongseob’s body. Shota reaches over and grabs his chin, yanking his gaze up. He looks up at Shota with wide, panicked eyes.
“S-Sorry—“ He starts, but Shota cuts him right off.
“Punishment,” Shota says, letting go of him to start undoing your binds. “You’re gonna do it for me.”
He laughs to himself when he sees Jongseob tense up in his peripherals but he ignores him for now as he continues to take off your restraints one by one, lightly massaging your limbs as he goes to bring the feeling back into them.
Jongseob isn’t the biggest fan of punishment. Nothing intense, at least. But that’s what’ll make it so fun for Shota to watch.
He takes off your gag, rubbing your jaw gently with his fingers as your mouth immediately snaps shut, soft whimpers spilling unbound now. He pulls off your blindfold and smiles when he sees your distant gaze—glassy-eyed and so far gone.
“We’re not done here, pretty,” he says gently, reaching down to grab the D-ring at the front of your collar, tugging it to jostle some of your consciousness back.
You blink your eyes slowly, brows furrowing as the words process slowly. “Mm?”
It seems words are beyond you now. He smiles, grabbing the corner of the towel laid under you and using it to swipe off the drool around your mouth.
“I have to punish you. You came before I told you you could.”
His painfully hard cock twitches when a fresh wave of tears well in your eyes. “I tried,” you sniffle, sounding so desperate.
He swipes away your tears as they fall, leaning down to press a soothing kiss at the apple of your cheek. “You did,” he says, gently enough that your emotions settle just a bit. He’s not totally cruel. “But you still broke a rule. So did Seobie. I can’t let that go unpunished. You understand?”
You let out another sniffle, lips trembling as you give him a tiny nod.
He grins, feeling nothing short of proud at just how compliant you are. “Good girl. Colour?”
“Green.”
He’s a little surprised at how quickly the answer comes, but he doesn’t let it go to waste. He slides an arm under you, lifting you to sit up.
Jongseob has already shifted himself to sit at the edge of the bed, fidgeting with the sheets as he waits. Shota lifts you up, maneuvering you to lay on your stomach across Jongseob’s lap with your ass perched up.
Once you’re settled how he wants, Shota steps back to sit himself on the chair set by the bed with a perfect view as he watches Jongseob’s eyes rove over you, nervous hands settling at your lower back and thigh.
“Eight for every minute you couldn’t give me,” Shota says, leaning back as he undoes his belt. He hastily undoes the buttons and zipper of his jeans, slipping his hand in through his layers to grasp at himself and sighing at the pressure he’s been craving for so long now. “Make sure she counts them,” he says through a heavy breath, settling into the chair.
There’s only a little bit of stalling as Jongseob whispers something to you, his hand kneading the soft flesh of your ass in a soothing gesture.
The first crack of Jongseob’s hand coming down against your flesh is softer than Shota would have liked. But it still makes his cock jump, just as the way your body does at the impact.
A small, whimpered, “One,” leaves your lips, almost too quiet for him to hear.
But the sound is so helpless and timid that he has to squeeze himself at the base to hold back from reaching his peak too quickly.
The next one is still too gentle, so Shota shoots Jongseob a sharp look that Jongseob only glares back at before he brings his hand down on you harder.
You let out a broken, “three!” Your body is already starting to quiver again.
Jongseob smooths the reddening flesh with his palm, giving you a moment of relief before he brings his hand down again.
You let out a sob as you count the next number. and Shota starts to stroke himself to the sounds of your sniffles, head rushing with your broken voice.
By the time it comes to the last one, your entire being is trembling with both pain and an aching need that grows yet again between your legs.
Your fists tighten around the sheets, head rolling to the side to be met with the sight of Shota sitting there with his fist working himself, his manic eyes locked onto you.
Your eyes meet through the blur of your tears as Jongseob’s hand comes down on you for the final time, harder than any before, and you let out a loud cry, your spent body only being able to tremble and nothing more at the sharp ache it leaves behind.
It takes you a moment longer to remember your task. “Eight,” you whimper, the tension in your body slowly melting when you feel Jongseob’s hands lift off of you.
Shota stands, making his way over as he tucks himself away. You notice even through the blur that he’s still hard under there. The ache between your legs grows more prominent, the itch to be filled and fucked properly still present despite it all.
“Good girl, angel,” Shota coos, his arms coming around to lift you off of Jongseob and lay you on your back. “You took it so well. Let’s get you clean—“
“More,” you cut him off in a quiet mumble, starry, hazy eyes blinking slowly up at him.
Shota pauses, glancing over at Jongseob’s puzzled face before looking back at you. He tilts his head, not sure if he’s heard you right. “What’s that?”
He feels his dick jump in his confines, still not fully taken care of, when you part your legs like you’re offering your mess of a cunt up to him.
“Want you to come,” you breathe.
Shota feels dizzy. Here you are, an utter mess and complete wreck, offering yourself up for his pleasure. He’s more surprised that you have enough of a mind to still think about him. And that you still have anything left to give.
He swallows, wrapping his hands around your thighs and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. “Yeah?” He asks, eyeing your fluttering pussy still leaking with your previous orgasms, and Jongseob.
“Please?” You ask in a small voice.
Shota’s restraint crumbles. He shoves down his jeans and boxers in a haste, freeing himself and wasting no time to sink himself into your warm cunt.
A guttural groan rips from the depths of his lungs as he doubles over, hands bracing down at the sides of your head. Your smaller hands wrapping around his wrists, your eyes looking up at him with a gaze so filled with reverence and trust, Shota nearly cums on the spot.
He doesn’t recall anyone else ever looking up at him like that, no matter how much care he’d put into them. Truly, there’s never been anyone like you. And he knows in that moment, there’s no way he’s letting you go.
He pulls out enough until his tip remains, sighing at the tight slide, before he pushes all the way back in with a hard snap that thrashes your body up and leaves you moaning, the sound unobstructed and so sweet.
He fucks you with a vigour he hasn’t felt before, veins thrumming with a near animalistic want to have you coming undone on his cock.
He drinks you in—the way you moan, the way your face twitches with pleasure, the way your eyes water at the intensity of his thrusts, the way the ring of the collar—his collar—still around your neck clinks with every movement. And he loses himself in all of it, in fucking you until you come for him for the third time with a cry of his name.
He stutters at the sound, at your cunt pulsing around him before he starts pounding in even harder, grunting as he feels his high closing in.
“Fuck, pretty,” he pants, his pace becoming clumsier by the second. “So good for me—taking me so good. Wanna make me feel good, don’t you?”
You mewl, nails digging in around his wrists as you sniffle. “Wanna make you cum… feel good…”
“Fuck, you are,” he gasps, slowing down to deep, grinding thrusts that has him digging into the deepest parts of you. “You are—nngh, so good, pretty, so—good, fuck!”
He pulls out, fisting himself rapidly until he cums over you, thick white ropes painting over the black stripes of the wax still clinging to your body.
The sight makes him dizzy all over again—your painted body, a curation by him. He wants to take a picture, to preserve you just like this all pretty and fucked out and painted by him. But you’re starting to drift away, and he can’t let you get too far.
He tucks himself away with dazed movements, hesitant to let this moment end as his body still buzzes from… everything. He reaches down for you. “Seob, start a—“
“Kiss.”
He pauses, hovering over you with his brows raised.
You blink up at him, movements still syrupy slow as you reach for his arm. “Kiss?”
Warmth blooms in his chest; his subs usually never get intimate in this way with him. And there’s not a bone in his body that wants to deny you.
He leans down and presses his lips to yours, unable to keep the smile off his face as you kiss him eagerly even if your movements are a little uncoordinated and clumsy.
Your hand claws into his shirt as you try to pull him closer and it takes a Herculean effort for him to pull back, chuckling softly down at you.
“Later, pretty,” he says, gently prying your hand off of him and placing it at your chest. “I gotta get you cleaned up.”
But you’re not listening to him. Instead your eyes move over his shoulder and he looks up to see Jongseob still watching, almost entranced.
When it becomes clear what you’re asking with your eyes, Jongseob bristles forward and practically shoves Shota aside to seal his lips over yours.
Shota giggles at the eager sight, stepping back with a pat to Jongseob’s shoulder. “Stay with her, I’ll be back.”
He moves away when it’s clear you’re not even listening, moving to the bathroom to draw together a bath. He makes sure to use all of Jongseob’s fancy shit—extra bubbles, some scented oil, and a few candles—to set the mood.
When he comes back out, he finds you curled into Jongseob’s chest, the both of you in different states of consciousness. It’s a sweet sight, and he really doesn’t want to break it up, but he knows you can’t be comfortable under all of the wax and other stuff.
So he goes over, pulling you both back to present as he comes into view. “Come on, let’s get you in the bath.”
He reaches down to take the collar off of you first, but you swat at his hand, curling away from him with a protective hand over it. “No,” you huff, turning to bury your face in Jongseob’s shoulder.
Jongseob looks amused as he smiles lazily up at Shota. “Looks like you got yourself a keeper,” he teases but there’s a fondness to his voice as he looks back down at you.
Shota can’t help but grin. “Lucky me.”
Bringing you to the bathroom isn’t much of a task, but getting you under the shower (because Jongseob is the kind of guy to have a bathroom with both a shower and a tub) to wipe off the waxes and other substances is, because you refuse to let go of him to the point where Jongseob has to step in and hold you still.
Getting you into the bath is much easier when Shota tells Jongseob to get in with you, considering your refusal to let him go by latching onto his arm.
The unusual display of clinginess doesn’t come as much of a surprise given the intensity of the scene. But it’s cute, so Shota has no problem as he sits himself on the lip of the tub and washes your hair, every touch bringing you closer and closer back to the present.
“You guys are crazy,” you mutter after a while, head lolling back onto Jongseob’s shoulder.
Shota smiles, dumping the jug of water over your head as retaliation and giggling while you yelp and sputter, wiping at your face.
Jongseob snickers, tightening his arms around you. “If we’re crazy, so are you. You asked for everything tonight.”
“Yeah, but,” you flush, sinking further into the water. “I didn’t think it would be like that.”
A quiet panic starts growing in the pit of Shota’s stomach, the loofa nearly slipping from his hand. “You don’t have any regrets, do you?” He has to ask because he can’t have it happening again—
“No,” you say sharply, breaking off his dark trail of thought, and that quashes away the doubts that started growing in Shota’s head. “Not at all.”
He sighs in relief, smiling as he takes your arm to lather the soap over your skin. “Good.”
The moment lulls after that, the sounds tinkling of water, soft breaths, and the rose scented air keeping you company.
“So,” you start again, eyes lighting with a twinkle that makes Shota preen even before you finish your thought. “Same time next week?”
He eyes the collar still around your neck, glancing up at Jongseob’s hopeful, inquiring eyes. “Of course,” he answers, grinning as he loops his finger through the collar and tugs you closer. “You’re mine now.”
you really don’t know how it happened. one moment you were asking your sweet boyfriend to take pictures of you on your new camera and the next he has you pinned down, skirt tossed up, with his face buried in your cunt.
“nghh, y-yun please!”
jake peers up at you from between your thighs, his fluffy brown hair a tangled mess from your fingers and his big pointy nose glistening from your heavenly juices. he only groans in response, his focus on your throbbing clit that he is currently suckling between his plump lips, causing you to thrash beneath his grasp.
“please what, bunny?” his slender fingers tug your panties farther to the side, granting him more access to your needy cunt. “ya keep beggin’ but not telling me what for, hm?” he hums into your folds, the tip of his skilled muscle dragging down from your sweet bundle of nerves towards your entrance without breaking eye contact.
“mm p-please i. . . i want you inside,” you whine out pathetically, covering your flushed face in embarrassment which only makes jake chuckle lightly in response at your cuteness. his eyes flicker towards the digital camera propped against the nightstand, the red dot flashing at you almost tauntingly.
his gaze wanders up with a thoughtful expression, lips curled in a small pout — but you could already tell he was merely pretending to consider your request.
“nah, i have a better idea.”
“fuck— fuck! hold still babydoll,” jake pants as his thick, veiny cock disappears into the makeshift hole he ripped in the bottom of your little panties. the large print of his shaft bulging through the soaked thin fabric from your mixed arousal.
his red, weeping tip catches against your clit on every upward stroke, making you writhe beneath him and cry out borderline pornographic moans as the room fills with the obscene sound of wet skin rubbing together. your poor swollen, lips hugging the underside of his shaft so perfectly while he continues his assault between them.
jake runs his fingers through the damp strands of his hair, pushing it back as his free hand brings the camera up towards your fucked out face. the bright flash from the camera making you squint.
“smile, my pretty girl. . .” he cooes, before lowering the lens down to your joined areas molding and squelching together.
you are so slick that your panties have practically become a second skin, sticking to you in a way that allows for jake to see the outline of your puffy lips through the material as he slides his cock through the tight pocket he’s created, glans rubbing between your smooth folds so deliciously.
“jakey. . . ah- put your cock in my pussy please,” you plead.
“shh, be a good girl and take what i give you, angel,” he taps your lips with his middle and ring fingers, signaling for you take them into your mouth as he brings the camera back up to your face to capture the way your damp, doe eyes look up at him so innocently and drools slips from the corner of your lips as it’s stuffed full.
“fuck— you are beautiful, all fucking mine.” he turns the camera lens towards himself and flashes it a boyish grin, wiggling his eyebrows as he angles it to catch both your spread silhouette and his face perfectly.
he dips his head, lips latching onto the soft peaks of your breasts, a soft, wet popping sound emitting in the space as he lets each of them go.
you only moan in response, unable to form any coherent words as you are overwhelmed by all of the sensations he provides. you instinctively tilt your hips upwards in attempt for the ridge of his cockhead to catch against your creamy, ringed entrance on his downward stroke. a small whimper escapes when you succeed, feeling the tip sink in ever so slightly.
he quickly pulls away with a hiss, grabbing your face with his free hand while the camera stays focused on his cock teasing your pussy. “say it.”
he leans down to lick the hot tears streaming down your cheeks due to the pent up pleasure and frustration from his teasing. jake crashes his lips against yours in a salty kiss, his tongue dragging across your teeth hungrily. “mmph— all yours,” you moan back into his lips.
“yeah, you are,” he moans, jaw slack as his grip on the camera tightens a fraction while he fucks his cock between your folds. it’s become such a sticky mess that he slips out every now and then. his relentless press against your clit makes the coil in your belly unwind fairly quickly. “cum for me, yeah?”
his words send you over the edge as your walls clench around nothing and a gush of thin clear juices seep from your cunt, coating his dick.
“s-shit baby! fuckfuck— ‘m gonna fuckin cum!”
you gasp when you feel the warm splatters of his sticky semen spurt across your folds, the milky cream slowly oozing down your slit and out of the hole from your ruined panties. his hips roll forward slowly, body twitching as his balls empty his load all over your labia, which are slightly spread open like a pretty little flower from the shape of his cock molding them that way for so long.
jake smacks his teeth with a low tsk. biting his lip until he tastes blood as he grabs ahold of his heavy, throbbing cock and smears his hot seed along the mushroom tip. he nudges the head between your lips and drags downward until he finally dips inside of your aching hole, which swallows him up greedily.
the initial stretch of his thick cockhead entering your warm pussy makes your back arch of the bed and your toes curl in satisfaction. he moans at the warm envelope from your cunt, eyebrows knitting together as he slowly fucks his seed within your gummy tunnel.
“s-shit doll— still so fuckin’ tight no matter how many times i fill you. now, what do you say baby?”
“ohmygod yes! baby— t-thank you!” you cry out, eyes rolling back.
“fuckin’ cockdrunk,” he laughs, stroking half of his length inside of you at cruel pace before bottoming out until his deflated balls rutt against your ass, “this tiny cunt is all f’ me, hm?” he thrusts slowly, dragging his length up and down your velvety walls.
jake only continues to praise you through strokes, being sure to spear against that spongey patch and dragging another messy orgasm from you. he follows, pulling his hips back slightly so only the tip remains as he pumps hot cum at the entrance of your pussy.
“haa-ah, ngh n-no more jakey,” you whine, hips still rolling to meet his thrusts despite yourself.
he chuckles, littering soft kisses to your cheeks, forehead, nose and then lips until he notices a white frothy ring around his shaft. finally, he withdrawals with a wince, his softening cock slipping out with a soft, wet pop.
jake spreads your pussy lips with his fingers and brings the camera closer to witness the fresh creampie he delivered as it slowly dribbles out from between your swollen lips and down your ass. he watches as your hole opens and closes, forcing another glob of his love milk out when he commands you to push.
“yeah, good girl. fuuuck baby— you’re stuffed so full like a pastry. thats so hot, can’t wait to beat my cock to this later. my personal little pornstar.”
sam so confession, you know how i’m a Johnny bias… well i realized i’m actually a Mark bias too… i NEED NEED mark. Write me anything that pops up into your head.
-🌧️
Morning light spilled through the thin hotel curtains, pale and quiet. The city outside hadn’t fully woken up yet, but Mark had.
He’d been up for a while.
You could tell.
His guitar sat on the chair across the room, a few loose notes scribbled in a notebook beside it. His hair was messy, like he’d run his hands through it a hundred times already. Nerves.
It was the morning before his first real show.
And instead of pacing the room like you expected, Mark was standing at the edge of the bed watching you.
Not subtle about it either.
You stretched slowly under the blankets, catching him staring.
“Been watching long?” you murmured.
Mark didn’t bother pretending otherwise.“Long enough.”
His voice was rough with sleep and thick with desire.
The mattress dipped suddenly as he climbed onto the bed, one knee pressing into the sheets beside you. The energy rolling off him was restless, exactly the same electricity he carried right before stepping on stage.
“Thought you’d be practicing,” you said.
“Already did.”
His hand slid over your waist, slow and confident, tickly the bare strip of skin the shone out from your loose t-shirt.
“Besides,” he muttered, leaning closer, “I’ve got a few hours before I have to be a rockstar.”
Your breath caught when he pulled you closer against him. His hands were warm and slightly calloused from guitar strings.
Mark buried his face briefly against your neck, lips ghosting over the vein pulsing in tune with your fast heartbeat.
“You’re nervous,” you whispered.
He laughed quietly against your skin.
“Terrified.”
The admission didn’t last long before his hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer like he needed something solid.
Something grounding.
“Good thing I know how to deal with nerves,” you said softly.
Mark lifted his head, eyes bright now.
“Oh yeah?”
You didn’t answer with words, just pulled him down toward you.
The tension in his shoulders melted almost instantly, replaced by that familiar cocky half-smile he got when the adrenaline started turning into confidence.
“Careful,” he murmured against your lips. “You keep this up and I’m going to spend the whole day in this bed instead of on that stage tonight.”
somno pussy eating with mingi... drools everywhere
bf!mingi x f!reader
thinking about mingi...
he really couldn’t help himself. it’s not his fault he got a little peckish at night. he felt like he was burning from the inside out, and he needed to fucking eat something.
lying beside him in bed, in nothing but a flimsy tank top and sleep shorts that rode up the sides of your thighs like a beckoning sin. your soft rise and fall of your chest as you slept so soundly, tangled in his sheets. your hair is a mess, and your lips parted in soft breaths.
your thighs, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. his hands would wander about your legs, his breath shivering whenever your voice would drift in a small whimper in your sleep.
your skin would shiver when he’d drag his big, rough hands over the exposed flesh of your thigh, the darkness of your shared bedroom swallowing your figure beautifully.
he seriously could not help himself. he’d apologize tomorrow morning. even though he wasn't actually sorry.
you were sleeping so peacefully, a dreamless slumber. it was the warm hands you felt first, encasing your outer thighs and gently urging you open.
you couldn’t tell if you were maybe slipping into a dream or if mingi was just being handsy again; your brain was nowhere near awake enough to tell.
you twitch in your sleep as mingi slides your shorts and your underwear down your legs in one go, gentle enough to ensure he does not rouse you.
he wanted to wake you slowly, ease you into it. he wanted to savor it as much as he could before you woke and realized what he was doing.
warm fluttering breaths against the bare sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his hands pry your legs open, settle on his stomach below your body, his lips trailing wet kisses up and down your skin.
you squirm in your sleep, and he can’t help the pump of his heart at the sight of you, so cute, so vulnerable.
he kisses around your cunt, along the sides, and on your mound. his fingers gently massaged the soft flesh of your thighs; his eyes remained trained on your face to gauge your every reaction. the twitch of your brow and the soft, barely there catching of breath.
he finds his mouth has a mind of its own, his tongue falling from his mouth and splitting your pretty pussy lips with a low groan. you had always praised him for his mouth, his plush lips, and his thick tongue. he always knew how to eat you out like no other, and your taste always had him craving your cunt like some kind of drug.
the muscles of your thigh shiver, and mingi loves the way your lips part just a little more. he outright avoids your clit at first, not trying to immediately rip you from your peaceful sleep with too much stimulation.
he settles for dragging his tongue through your folds, his shoulders relaxing when your familiar taste floods his mouth. wet and warm, he slides the muscle through your pussy, guttural moans that he’s sure you’ll be able to feel low in your belly.
he wonders if you’re dreaming now, your legs shifting around his head as a low whine slips past your lips. he wonders if you’re dreaming of his mouth on you, wishing for your insatiable boyfriend to make you cum on his tongue.
he knows what you like, and he’s trying not to give in to his most primal instincts. to make you cum so hard you fall right back asleep.
he kisses your fluttering hole sloppily, gathering saliva in his mouth, and he pulls back a moment and spits directly onto your pussy, before he’s back to suckling kisses and deep carnal licks.
he’s losing it fast, and he’s decided that you need to wake up now. he misses his pretty girl's watery eyes and her soaked little moans.
“baby…” he moans into you, his hands squeezing the flesh of your thighs a little harder. his mouth trails up your folds until his lips find your clit, slipping his tongue under the hood of it, and a gasp falls from your tired lips.
he smiles as he wraps his mouth around the sensitive nub and sucks. hard.
your thighs jerk, and suddenly a haze begins to cloud your brain. your eyes flutter beneath your closed lids, and your heart begins to race. mingi moans around your clit, his tongue sliding down between your soaked lips once again and messily stroking you with his tongue.
“i miss you, baby, wake up.” he moans around your clit again, and your entire body shakes. slowly, your eyes open, and a fuzzy warmth throughout your body is what greets you. you find yourself moaning without knowing why, and a hot pleasure crawls up your back and floods your insides.
warm hands on your inner thighs, and deep pressure in your belly. you lazily crane your tired head up to look down, and you moan whiny and broken when you see a familiar head of pink hair between your legs.
his eyes lock with yours, and he growls against your slippery cunt, and you feel as his tongue bullies your clit with sticky kitten licks.
your head falls back against the pillow, and your thighs try to close around his legs, but mingi doesn’t let you. “hi, baby.” he giggles, and your ears are flooded with wet, obscene noises of him eating your pussy like you tasted as heaven embodied.
your body is on fire, your brain still hazy and sleepy as pleasure wracks your insides. “m-mingi…” you moan lazily, and he answers you with a groan, pulling his head back and spitting your arousal that he’d gathered in his mouth back into your pussy before he’s diving in with a hungry purr.
“good morning, beautiful.” he teases, wet, open-mouthed kisses against you that send your brain into overdrive. your moans come out low and broken, and mingi genuinely eats like he hasn’t had sustenance in years.
“sweet fucking pussy.” he coos drunkenly, his mouth seemingly suctioned to you. “don't be mad at me, i was just hungry.” he pouts, his pretty little puppy eyes glued to your face, all the while he lays his thick, wide tongue flat against your clit and shakes his head side to side.
you whimper, and your hands fly and grip at his short bright hair, and he moans against you when you tug nice and hard.
“mmm- fuck! mingi… was s-sleeping…”
he shushes you, circling the tip of his tongue around your clit and effectively silencing you. back down, the flat plane of his tongue feels out every inch of your cunt like he’s trying to memorize the feel of it with his mouth.
“i know, baby, i know. ‘m sorry, okay? just couldn’t help myself… fuck…” his hands slide further up your thighs and spread you open more, his fingers sliding to your cunt in a v shape, spreading your sticky pussy lips and drooling directly into your entrance.
“she just tastes so fuckin’ good…” he moans, burying his tongue into your hole and nudging against your clit with his big, pretty nose. soaked, wet slurping noises that make your ears hot and your spine arch.
that little coil in your belly that builds with each flip of his tongue and each nudge of his nose. each low, bassy moan that shoots through your cunt and each press and knead of his hands on your thigh has you spiraling.
your breaths come heavy, and your hands grip his scalp ever tighter, and mingi knows you're close.
his own breaths are riddled with their own franticness, and you only seem to gush more slick into his mouth, in which he drinks up with a thankful purr.
“cum for me?” he begs between your legs and wraps his soft lips around your clit once again, “please? want you to cum for me so badly, babydoll. i know you want to.”
his fingers promptly gather the mess he’s made between your lips and soak them in it. slowly, he slides them deep into your cunt and curls them up just right, and you choke out a guttural moan.
“there we go, listen to her baby. she’s so slick, so loud.” every slow, deep drag of his fingers further proves how turned on you are. wet, squelching noises with every roll and curl he tortures you with. letting low groans and whines vibrate around your clit while he sucks like a man starved.
low, repeated, ‘mhms?’ flow from his throat as he urges you toward that peak, craving your pretty pussy to cum for him so he can quell this hunger.
“f-fuck mingi! oh god…” he laughs and suckles at your poor clit, his voice muffled and low as he speaks to you.
“come on, come on…” he encourages with enthusiasm, and you feel your orgasm pooling in your lower belly. to help you along, his hand finally leaves your thigh, and his palm finds the area of your abdomen right below your belly button.
“cum on my tongue, baby. let your cunt do the talking and cum for me.” it’s like an instant command, as his palm presses down firmly against your lower stomach, and you shatter.
your entire body tenses and then shakes as you cum on his fingers, on his tongue, to which mingi greedily drinks up with a giggly moan. your moans shiver in your throat, and he finds his hips moving on their own, humping his rock-hard cock against the mattress of your bed.
“fuck yeah…” he coos into your cunt, detaching from your clit and giving it soft kitten licks with his fingers, continuing to curl and prod deep inside of you, coaxing you through that hazy orgasm.
his fat tongue licks you up, sliding his fingers out of you with a slick squelch while he cleans you up with greedy groans and low whines. he litters your spent pussy in soft kisses, all the while praising you senseless while you come down from your high.
“good fucking girl babydoll, this pussy tastes so good.”
“breathe, baby, don’t float away from me.”
“nearly came in my pants, you’re just too sweet, can’t help myself.”
your hands finally slip away from his mussed hair and fall limp at your sides, and you already feel sleep overcoming you once again. it was 2 in the morning after all.
you feel him crawl up your body, burying his face in the crook of your neck and landing soft, lusty kisses against your throat. effectively, you were being lulled back to sleep, and you began to relax against him once again.
“can i fuck your thighs, baby?” he whispers against your throat. “i promise i’ll be gentle.”
you groan, and as much as you’d like to go back to sleep, the fresh gush of arousal slipping down your thighs is telling.
you whimper out a low yes, but he’s already moving and slipping his thick, heavy cock out of his pants and positioning himself behind you.
“you’re so good to me, honey.” he whines against your shoulder. you moan as he slides the girth of his warm cock through the slick mess between your pussy lips, pressing your thighs together so he can fuck them the way he wants.
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