title: after class
pairing: choi seungcheol x f!reader
genre: smut (minors dni!), college!au, professor!seungcheol
warnings: explicit unprotected sex, daddy kink, age gap, power imbalance, breeding kink, dumbification, praise, seungcheol calls the reader a slut but like…in a praising way???
w.c.: 1.6k
summary: professor choi makes sure to always take care of your needs after class
pt. 2
“Ahhh~ harder daddy!”
Fuck this is so wrong.
Despite knowing the moral extent of his actions, it still doesn't stop Seungcheol.
His hips snap into yours repeatedly as you drool all over his desk. He has you bent over the dark oak desk in his office with your skirt flipped up and your panties pulled to the side. Your pussy is sopping wet as he shoves his fat cock into you.
You two have had your arrangement for a few weeks now. Professor Choi gives you a little extra help in class and in turn you let him do what he wants with you. It’s truly a win-win for you because not only do you get a passing grade, but you also get to be stuffed full of cock every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
Today he’s already eaten you out and made you ride him and now he’s about to pull your third orgasm out of you. He’s always so sweet to you, taking care of your needs before his own. He gives you extra class help and sometimes even slips you test answers on top of always letting you cum first and checking in on you after railing you into next week.
“So good for me. So messy,” Seungcheol mutters more to himself than anyone else. His pants are just barely unzipped so his cock can poke out. He likes being in control like this, you half naked in just your panties and skirt while he’s still fully dressed. “You whore yourself out like this to the other professors?”
“N-no, o-only you C-cheol.” Seungcheol smirks a bit at the way you can barely respond to his question, too cock drunk to focus on anything else.
“That’s my girl. Only giving this slutty little pussy to me. God you just suck me in so well.”
Your fingers grip at the edge of the desk, trying to purchase you on something. Your feet are barely on the floor, just the tips of your toes touching. One of Seungcheol’s large hands is planted on your hips as he pulls your ass into his hips, the other is buried into your hair as he grips the strands hard between his fingers.
Seungcheol is probably in his late 30s, though you’ve never asked. He’s not like some of the other “younger, cool professors” around campus. He’s actually quite strict and instead of dressing more laid back he insists on wearing three piece suits that you swear someone’s grandpa died in. Despite his harsh attitude and outdated sense of style, he’s still one of the sexiest men you have ever met.
You often catch yourself staring at his dark, thick eyebrows and red, full lips in class, thinking about what he’s going to do to you later. No matter what he always looks so composed with his neatly styled black hair and his thin gold framed glasses. Whether he’s teaching a lecture or fucking your brains out, he never has a hair out of place.
Half the reason you struggle so much in his class is most likely due to the fact that you stare at him instead of focusing on what he’s actually saying. The other half is because you actually don’t understand biology, but that’s another story.
Earlier his warm, thick hand caressed your back as he walked past you to go help another student and it had your pussy dripping for him since. You love the way he touches you, the way his hands and mouth feel on you, even if the touch is fleeting. It takes all of your self restraint not to get up and suck him off under his desk during the lecture.
“You’re doing so good for me baby girl,” Seungcheol’s hand comes down to smack your ass cheek. He groans at the way the fat jiggles.
“D-daddy, so close.”
“Me too doll. Gonna fill you up with my seed.” Seungcheol’s words are accompanied by the slap of his hips against yours, his pace speeding up to tip you both over the edge. “Is that what you want, baby? Daddy to breed your tight little cunt. Fill you up with my cum and let you have my babies. You’d look so sexy pregnant. So round and fat while you carry my children. Want me to make you a mommy?”
“Y-yes daddy! Please! I need it so bad. Wanna have your babies,” you babble, fucked out on his cock. Seungcheol chuckles at the sight.
"Such a needy little cunt. Always so ready to spread your legs for me. Always so wet and eager. God you don't know what you do to me baby."
Seungcheol has never done this before. He’s never been this entranced by a student, especially one who can barely pass his class. He used to be the guy who would think ‘How can teachers have relations with their students? How wrong is that?’ and then you walked into his life and he became the exact thing he used to be disgusted by.
He’s obsessed with you. The way you’re always so willing to take his cock after a long lecture. The way you kiss him with so much fever. The way your pussy clamps down on him with a vice grip when you reach your orgasm. The way you always thank him after every session before you go back to your dorm with his cum dripping down your legs. He can’t get enough of you.
“G-gonna cum!” Seungcheol’s tip keeps slamming into your cervix and you can feel the tension building up as tingles run through your limbs.
“Then do it slut, cum all over daddy’s cock like a good girl.” You whine at his words as your pussy clenches hard and you finally release. Blinding pleasure shoots through your body and your vision whites out. Your pussy is fluttering and your chest is heaving and you can barely think a coherent thought. The insane thing is this isn’t even the most intense orgasm Seungcheol has given you.
While you’re still blissed out Seungcheol is dumping his cum into your spent pussy. Ropes of cum fill you up and even start to spill out of your pussy as Seungcheol continues to rut into you. He always cums so much inside of you and Seungcheol swears he’s never came so much until he started fucking you.
“T-thank you, daddy,” you whimper from below him as he pulls out of you, more of his cum spilling out and onto his desk. He tucks himself back into his pants and after he buttons them back up nobody would even be able to tell he just wrecked you over his desk.
“Of course. You were so good for me today. Wanted to fuck you all day during class. You’re a little minx, wearing this tiny skirt and flimsy top. One day I’m going to fuck you in front of the whole class so those digusting boys stop staring at you,” Seungcheol sneers at the thought of the college boys who stare and whisper to each other about you. They could never pleasure you the way he can.
“Oh daddy,” you moan, “please. Want you to ram your cock into me while they watch. Want you to show everyone I’m yours.”
“Yes baby, all mine.”
As you two talk Seungcheol is pulling his handkerchief out of his pocket and uses it to wipe at your legs and pussy. He cleans you off and helps you replace your panties and skirt before handing you your bra and shirt. You sit on the edge of his desk as he grabs you a water from his office fridge. As you drink the liquid down he rubs his hand up and down your thigh comfortingly.
“Thank you daddy,” you say in a small voice when you finish the water off. He takes the bottle from you and throws it away before walking back over to you.
“Of course, baby doll. Anything for you.” He leans down and captures your lips against his. You two kiss passionately and you relish in the way he’s so gentle yet demanding with you. He sucks at your bottom lip before pulling away. “Ugh baby, I hate to do this but I have another lecture in twenty minutes.”
You whine a bit but still slide off his desk to grab your bag. You can feel his cum still inside of you and you feel it drip out of you and onto your little lace panties. You know that when you get back to your dorm you’re just going to scoop it up and finger it back into yourself.
“I’ll see you Friday daddy?” Your eyes look up at him with a mixture of lust and innocence and Seungcheol isn’t sure how that’s even possible but his dick still stirs at the sight.
“Yeah, of course baby girl.” He pulls you in for a soft kiss before he pulls away and drops another kiss on your forehead. “Be good for me until then, okay?”
“Yes professor.”
With that you flounce off. Seungcheol takes a moment to compose himself after your little comment but then turns back to his desk to clean off your slick and get ready for his next class. You still linger at the back of his head though.
Your feelings for each other go unspoken of, though he’s sure you’re aware of them as well. Even before you two started having sex there was always a little something there, even past sexual tension.
Seungcheol means it when he says he’ll do anything for you. He knows that one day he’s actually going to breed your sweet little cunt and fill you up with his babies, and you know that you won’t mind one bit.
✦warnings: smut (minors DNI), unprotected sex (pls use protection pls), fingering, handjob, TEASING, use of the nickname angel, maybe a bit of rough sex, some spanking, kind of pwp with most of the plot leading into the spicy scenes.
✦wc: ~4.6k
✦summary: Jeonghan overhears what you talk about with your friends, and your constant teasing of each other becomes all too much to handle.
✦ AN: Hi all, back with another fic that I've been working on! Still probably deserves some more proofreading as usual, but I hope you all enjoy it! Girls Talk Boys by 5SOS was on repeat for this one.
Living with Yoon Jeonghan was surprisingly comfortable, you coexisted well enough due to both of you being relatively laid back. Your mutual friend, Joshua, had introduced you two about six months ago, hearing that you both were on the hunt for a roommate, and he claimed neither of you would be able to find a better roommate than each other. Joshua was correct in that assumption, as living with Jeonghan proved to be simple, relaxed, and easy enough since you were both homebodies. Still, there was some excitement in the apartment. Even though you both were soft-hearted, there was a mischievous atmosphere in your household, which kept things exciting throughout most weekdays.
Most nights in your apartment either consisted of you two enjoying each other’s presence in silence, working on your own little projects and hobbies, or spending the night sipping on cheap red-wine, playing card games, and laughing obnoxiously whenever you would somehow out-cheat the cheater himself. Some nights you’d even assist Jeonghan with his latest and absolutely, ridiculously complex Lego set. You’d refrain from complaining, not understanding how he can find joy in such a tedious project, but you knew it made him happy, so you’d help anyways when he’d ask you to organize the pieces for him.
These nights were how you got to know Jeonghan the best, observing his little quirks, getting to know what made him tick, and coming to understand he really did care too much sometimes for his own good. You would find yourself shocked at the way you’d watch Jeonghan smash the fridge door shut in anger, pitching a fit over the ice machine that has broken down for the 3rd time this week, only to then walk over to you with a smile on his face to ask what you’d like to drink. Staring back at him with bug-eyes, you’d simply mutter out that you’d like some water in response, and he’d come skipping back with a full glass for you, plopping right back down to resume working on his Lego set.
Some nights, mostly on occasions that you and Jeonghan had a long day at work, you’d spend the time together watching a movie with his head rested in your lap. You’d find yourself running your hands through his locks, ever so often flickering your attention down to him and admiring his natural beauty. Sometimes your mind would go haywire, intrusive thoughts taking over and thinking up what-if scenarios. What-if you were to lean down ever so slightly and plant a kiss on his soft lips? What-if you were to suddenly confess all the dirty thoughts that run through your mind when his t-shirt rises a bit too high when he stretches? What-if you were to confess you could see him being someone you’d like to introduce as more than a roommate to your parents? You’d have to shake yourself out of the thousands of thoughts running through your head, returning your focus on the movie playing on the screen ahead of you.
Little did you know, Jeonghan would find himself staring up at you as well with endearing, wandering eyes. He couldn’t believe Joshua had set him up with a roommate like you. You seemed so untouchable to him, better than he’d ever be, and he was thankful you had come into his life. Of course, he’d also curse Joshua for not giving him a heads-up on your appearance, shocked by your beauty the day he first met you. Still to this day he finds himself blushing when you exit the shared bathroom, bathrobe wrapped around your frame as you scurry back to your room.
Jeonghan would also find himself shuddering as your fingers would rake through his hair during movie night. Sometimes if you’d drop your hand a little bit too low towards his neck and shoulders, he’d find himself shifting from your touch, suppressing the thoughts that raced through his mind. Only if your hands would continue moving a bit lower, what would that entail?
He'd end up teasing you for it of course, as it was the only way he could escape his restless mind. “Ya! Watch your hands, your cold little fingers are slipping into my collar,” he’d scold you, playfully whacking your hand away.
However, you didn’t always pick up on his teasing. A red hue immediately colored your face as you ripped your hand away from Jeonghan’s hot skin. “I’m sorry, Hannie, got a little too into the movie, I guess,” you’d chuckle out, but really your hand did begin to wander subconsciously, tracing his soft skin, which was embarrassing even though only you knew.
Your innocent demeanor drove him crazy sometimes, especially the way your lips would pout when you’d use his nickname. This often led to him pleasuring himself late at night after the movie, the image of you in your little sleepshirt sauntering back to your room burnt into his mind. He just wished he could march over to your room, rip that shirt right off you, and teach you a lesson for teasing him all night long, even if it wasn’t intentional. That fantasy was enough to push him over the edge most nights, but it was proving to get harder and harder, craving the real thing instead.
On the contrary, Jeonghan knew you weren’t so innocent, knowing you were confident and quite the flirt. Sometimes, you had different escapades return with you from your occasional nights out with your friends. He wasn’t shocked when he’d find your black mini dress the night from before discarded in the middle of the hallway. A blush shading your cheeks the next morning as you’d toss the garment into your room before heading to the kitchen for breakfast. He’d tease you incessantly for the next couple of days, rightfully earning a harmless slap to the arm each time he brought it up.
One night specifically, Jeonghan found himself eavesdropping as you were on a group call with your friends in your bedroom. Absolutely, positively on accident, as Jeonghan would like to claim, he’d never intrude and purposely eavesdrop on your conversations. He’d argue that the thin walls did not do a great job at filtering out sound, and, clearly, he couldn’t help but overhear when you had the sound turned up so loud. Of course, his interest was piqued when he heard his name come from one of the voices on your phone.
“Hey, Y/N, could you set me up with that roommate of yours, Jeonghan is it?” He heard a high-pitched voice ask, a chorus of laughter coming from the line.
He could hear another voice pipe in, “me too? Unless you’re interested yourself, Y/N, huh?” The laughter turned into ooo’s and ahh’s, and he could hear you struggling to quiet them down, trying to get a word in yourself.
Jeonghan ended up with an ear pressed against the wall, his futile attempt to convince himself not to listen in on your conversation failing. He wanted to hear what you had to say, but you spoke so quietly in comparison to the sound blaring from your phone that he couldn’t make out what you said initially.
However, Jeonghan felt like he hit the lottery upon hearing what seemed like another confession. He could barely make out the last sentence you muttered before the noise on the other end picked up again.
“Jeonghan’s a little shit, but I’d fold if he’d ever ask me to.”
He could hear you giggling, the sweet tune blending in with your friends’ laughter as they seemed to encourage your confession. Jeonghan could just imagine the blush that adorned your cheeks, probably trying to hide your embarrassment from your friends. He had to hold himself back from slamming his hand against the wall, the sudden desire to make your wish come true consuming him. Your words went straight to his cock, and he tried his best to not let that simple sentence lead him over to your room and fuck you silly.
Luckily for you, it seemed like your friends no longer had time to pry, as the group call came to an end due to Ubers starting to arrive. Suddenly, your room seemed all too silent, the only thing he could make out was the clicking of your heels on the wooden floor. The sound became louder and louder, only realizing you had walked over to his room when he heard a knock at his bedroom door.
Scrambling from his spot against the wall, he runs over to his door, “coming!” He must have swung the door open with an unusual amount of force, heavily breathing due to sprinting across the room. You stood there looking like a deer in headlights even though you were the one who just knocked.
You stood there, the juxtaposition of sexiness and innocence that suited you so well, your doe-like eyes contrasting the little black dress and stilettos. You noticed the way Jeonghan’s eyes raked up and down your body, a shaky hand running through his hair as he caught his breath. It made you nervous, not used to Jeonghan’s eying you so closely, a darkness in them that you weren’t necessarily familiar with, and it made your heart race in your chest.
“You doing okay, Hannie?” You’d question, concerned by the way his chest rises and falls, unsure what is actually up with him.
“Just peachy,” he’d smile, hand gripping the door frame as he leaned closer towards you. He notices the way you slightly lean back, your cheeks turning a pinkish color as his face got closer to yours. He could smell the warm vanilla scent of your perfume, the one that oddly comforted him every time you walked past him. However, this time it only drove him more feral, cursing you for being such a tease all the time without even knowing it. “Heard you’re going out with the girls, where are you headed tonight?”
“Yeah, I’m meeting them out at Bar Ledo tonight, but I haven’t had anything to drink yet,” you start off, your blush fading away as a small smirk appears on your face when you ask Jeonghan your next question. “I thought that maybe you’d want to have a glass of wine together before I leave? Maybe let me kick your ass at a game of Uno? That is if you don’t have any plans.”
Jeonghan indeed didn’t have any plan. His only plans with the boys falling through tonight due to Seungcheol’s unfortunate case of food poisoning and Joshua somehow scoring a date with a person he met at a café earlier today. The night seemed kind of hopeless for Jeonghan until now.
“You’re on, don’t forget who the reigning champion of Uno this past week is,” Jeonghan brushes past you, mischievous smile on his face as he heads to the kitchen to pop the cork on one of your favorite wines. He chuckles quietly to himself when he hears a little celebratory whoop from you as you scurry to go grab the Uno cards. You’re quick to return, the Uno set being easily accessible as it’s a game night favorite of yours.
Trying your best to help Jeonghan out, you reach for the wine glasses up at the top of the cabinet. Unfortunately, you still aren’t tall enough to reach them even with your heels, a small grunt escaping your lips as strain to reach the glasses.
Tsking from behind you, Jeonghan approaches you with one hand placed on the small of your back, the other reaching up to grab the wine glasses for you. He couldn’t stop his wandering hands, not at the way your dress rode up as you stretched upwards. The heat that radiates from his body is enough to send warmth headed straight towards your lower stomach. “Still too short I see, what would you ever do without me?”
His hot breath on your neck is enough to make you turn to face him, hoping he’d step away, but he doesn’t at all. It makes your body temperature rise at an alarming rate. Rather, he keeps his body pressed against yours, tapping your nose with his pointer finger. You have to shove him away, grabbing one glass out of his hand and making your way to the opened bottle of wine.
You’re rambling, hoping to suppress the fire burning inside of you, “I’d actually be just fine, contrary to popular opinion, thank you very much. In fact, the only thing stopping me is that I’m still financially recovering from university, but, you know, sooner or later that all will be resolved. Otherwise, I’m perfectly capable.” Your shaky hands give you away though, pouring your glass of wine unsteadily before he holds his out, an unspoken request to pour him a glass. You pray he doesn’t realize the way you tremble, but the wine bottle almost slips out of your hand, thankfully, Jeonghan is quick-thinking to catch it.
He sends you a puzzled look, a melodious chuckle escaping his lips, one that mocks you and teases you in an unbearable way, “you sure about that?”
“Very,” you huff, deciding to sit down on the barstool opposite of where he stands at the kitchen island. You need distance, and you need a distraction ASAP. “Now, let’s play some Uno.”
You two play Uno, and as per usual, Jeonghan somehow wins multiple rounds. It’s absolutely infuriating at this point. You find yourself leaning over the counter, accusatory finger pointed at him, feeling a little fired up from the glass of wine and the constant teasing after each loss. “Admit it, you’re cheating! I don’t know how you can even cheat at Uno, but I know you are.”
He's chuckling, hands up at both sides of his head as if to plead his innocence. He couldn’t believe you were so fired up, usually after you’d lose a couple of games you’d give up with a huff and ask to play a different game. He found it unreasonably sexy, the way you were bent over the counter yelling at him, and he could ever so slightly peek down at your cleavage.
He refrained, staying silent as you continued to bark accusatory statements at him. Shocked when you hopped down from your barstool and travelled over to his side again. You were basically pressed against him, tiny hands grabbing at his pockets, “I know you have wild cards and draw four cards stashed in those pockets, Jeonghan.”
You’ve worked him up beyond belief at his point, the way your hands grab at him drove him to his breaking point. Gasping when Jeonghan grabs your wrists, he spins you around to press you flat against the counter. He has a strong grip on your wrists, holding them against your back as he leans over to whisper into your ear, “you better watch your hands, Y/N. I can only take so much teasing myself.”
His hot breath sends shivers down your spine once again, involuntarily making you push your ass back into him. This didn’t help your case at all, a harsh slap coming down onto your ass cheek as he lets out a growl. “What did I say about only taking so much teasing?”
You feel wetness begin to pool in your panties as he brings another harsh slap down to the same spot. You’re a whining mess already, begging Jeonghan to do something, anything. The only thing that snaps you back into reality is the vibration of your phone on the counter. Your group message was blowing up; notifications that the girls were arriving to the bar, finally meeting up, and wondering where you were currently.
You’d attempt to reach for your phone if Jeonghan still didn’t have your arms tightly held against your back. Honestly though, you couldn’t care less about being late to your plans right now, not when you could feel Jeonghan’s erection pressing into your ass, hot hand palming your burning cheek.
You can sense the smirk on his face when he asks, “what do you talk about with your girls? Do you talk about me?”
You’re not sure how to respond, stuttering out a response as his hand slowly travels from your ass, down to the back of your thigh, and finally snaking in between your legs. “S-Sometimes.”
“What do you say about me?” His fingers delicately trace up between your legs, landing so close to where you desire him the most. He’s teasing you by rubbing small, firm circles into your inner thigh, the motion enough to work you up that you’re squirming against the counter. You want to break free and reach behind you to pull him closer, craving to feel him pressed harder against you. He doesn’t let you move though. “Do you tell them that I’m a sweetheart, or do you tell them dirty things you’d like to do to me?”
“Fuck,” you’re gasping, trying to catch your breath as much as possible, the countertop no longer feeling cool against your skin. “I told them that I’d fold for you, Jeonghan, that I’d like to be bent over just like this.”
“I know, angel,” he coos, and you feel his fingers finally trace your folds, sure that your panties have soaked through by now. “I’ve heard it earlier.”
You feel embarrassed, unsure what he means by that. You assume it can only mean one thing, “Did you overhear what I said earlier, Jeonghan?” You yelp when you feel your panties get pushed to the side, a long finger dipping deep into your cunt. “Jesus, Jeonghan, were you listening in on my conversation?”
Jeonghan adds another finger, deeming that you are more than wet enough to take it, and you moan out in confirmation. “So what if I overheard you? We wouldn’t be where we are right now if I didn’t, right?” His fingers are moving in and out of you at a teasing pace now, slightly curling and beckoning louder moans from you. You’re nodding pathetically, deciding to table this conversation for later.
He finally lets go of the wrists pinned behind your back, but scolds you immediately for reaching towards him, “keep your hands above your head like a good little angel, or else I won’t let you cum. You’re so grabby all the time, such a tease.”
His free hand pushes your dress up to your waist, finally allowing Jeonghan to get a better view of the red marks he left on your ass. Groaning at the sight, Jeonghan palms the plump mound with his hand, his fingers now moving in and out of you at a brutal pace.
You’re soon begging for your release, “p-please, Jeonghan, I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want.” He’s pulling you up now, arm wrapping around the front of your waist to pull you tight against his chest. His fingers don’t stop working inside of you, you’re shaking as you feel your orgasm approaching, and Jeonghan can feel the way you clamp around his fingers. Deciding you don’t deserve it yet, he yanks his fingers out of your heat, and spins you around to face him finally.
Crying out in annoyance, he hushes you swiftly, “don’t you dare whine, angel. Be a good girl and you’ll eventually get what you deserve.” He’s quick to pull your dress off you finally, your chest spilling out due the lack of a bra underneath. The sight almost pisses him off, unbelieving that you’ve been sat here the whole time without a bra on. “Such a fucking tease, Y/N,” and with that his lips are diving into yours; your first kiss being driven by messy passion and pent-up tension.
Your hands are wandering all over his body, starting at the soft tresses of his hair and running down his sides to where the waistband of his sweatpants is. Your hands slip past the band, and you’re greeted immediately with his hard cock, precum leaking from the tip. Smirking against his lips, “You say I’m the tease, meanwhile here you are with no boxers on.”
Jeonghan’s kisses become rougher, lips trailing down your jaw to your neckline, and nibbling into the sensitive skin. His hands are now working at your pert nipples, expertly rolling them in between his fingers as you begin to stroke at his length. “Well at least you’re finally using your hands for something good,” he’s whispering as he begins to suck at a nipple, hands now grabbing at your hips as they buck towards him, the feeling of his heavy cock in your hands and his mouth on your nipple becoming all too much for you.
He's finally had enough, realizing he won’t last long when you pull your hand from his pants to spit in your palm, your now lubricated hand jerking him off expertly. With that, he’s grabbing you by the hips to pick you up, legs instinctively wrapping around him as he carries you to his bedroom.
Jeonghan wastes no time, dropping you down to the bed, and pulling his t-shirt and sweatpants off as you scramble to regain your composure. You take the time to admire Jeonghan, he’s a work of art, and you can’t believe you’ve been blessed with such a roommate. Jeonghan can say the same about you, admiring the way you’re laid out in his bed, his own little angel sent to him by Joshua.
The only thing stopping him from fucking you at this point are the soaked, lace panties that he couldn’t bother to take off earlier. “Take them off for me, Y/N,” he’s commanding, watching as you stare up at him with lustful eyes, a daring spark in them.
You take your sweet time, parting your legs for him to watch as flick your heels off and painfully, slowly pull your underwear down, letting the thin fabric fall at your ankles. You hold the panties up from one ankle, letting them dangle at his eye level as you rise to your elbows, knowing you’re doing exactly what would irk him the most: teasing him.
He knows damn well what you’re trying to do, finding your attempt to tease him humorous as he snatches the fabric from your ankle. He’s quick to move over top of you, once again grabbing your wrists. However, this time he’s using the thin, elastic fabric to tie them together above your head. You aren’t sure how, but he successfully accomplishes binding your wrists together.
“That wasn’t so smart of you now, was it, angel?” He’s cooing at you, a hand brushing over your hair before grabbing his cock, hot and heavy, the angry, red tip begging to be shoved into you. “Like I said, only good girls get what they deserve.”
“S-sorry, Jeonghan,” you’re moaning out as he begins to guide his tip between your folds. “Please, if you just fuck me, I’ll stop with the teasing and be a good girl.”
“Oh really?” He’s looking at you quizzically, testing the waters as he begins to press into you with a bit more force, your own hips trying to chase his to offer you some relief.
You’re starting to lose it, nonsensically muttering out pleas as he continues to tease at your folds, making you jerk every time he brushes your clit. Finally, Jeonghan can no longer handle his teasing himself, and without a second guess, he pushes his cock into your warm walls. You’re so tight and warm that he thinks he might explode without warning, a loud groan leaving from the depths of his chest as you welcome him in so easily.
“Fuck, angel, you feel so good,” he’s praising you for once, shallowly beginning to fuck in and out of you, making sure you’re feeling the same degree of pleasure as him before he starts to move too much. “Taking me in so well, would have never thought you were such a tease like this.”
“Ha-Hannie, I’ve been good, haven’t I?” You’re asking, motioning to the hands tied up above your head. “Please untie me, want to touch you.”
He obliges, agreeing that you’ve been good enough when he feels your walls clamp against his length without provoking you to. You’re quick to grab his face with your hands, pulling him into a desperate kiss, feeling his cock throbbing inside of you as you clamp harder around him. You need some movement, losing all sensibility from the way he thrusts shallowly inside you still.
“Such a good girl,” he’s breathing out between kisses, “feeling you tighten so needily around me, maybe the tease deserves a reward.”
“Fuck me harder, Jeonghan,” you’re begging, hands wrapped in his hair as he begins to pick up pace. “Fuck me hard and deep, please.”
Your moans turn into screams as his lengths pulls out of you, the emptiness feeling disappointing, only for him to begin snapping his hips into you at an increased pace. You feel the curve of his cock hit your g-spot, something past lovers haven’t been able to accomplish. The bed shakes from the strength that he’s fucking you, feeling the way your body moves up the mattress towards the headboard. He’s rough in how he thrusts into you, but still gentle, like himself, as he holds your face in one hand, lips coming down to kiss you, swallowing all your screams like he knows they belong to him.
“My little tease, my little angel,” he’s muttering out between his own wonton noises, shocked at the way your little pussy sucks him back in every time. He can’t escape the pleasure that is you, his movements are becoming sloppier with each thrust, and he knows he has to make sure you finish first. He’s running a hand down to your clit, feeling the swollen bud throb against his thumb as he works you closer to your orgasm.
The feeling is heavenly, the way he moves so deeply inside of you, and with the added pressure to your clit, you’re seeing the bright white light of your release. You’re not sure how loud you are when the rubber band inside of you finally snaps, your orgasm relinquishing you as you finally reach your high for the night. Jeonghan is continuing to fuck you through it, and you can feel him throbbing inside of you as you clench impossibly tighter around him.
“Such a good girl, cumming around my cock like that,” Jeonghan is close to reaching his own high, hips stuttering as you beg for him to release inside of you, your walls milking him for all he’s worth. He’s pulling you in for one last kiss, loving the way your lips feel against his, all swollen and pouty from tonight. He’s tempted to overstimulate both of you, but he knows he’d be pushing his boundaries if he did.
Reluctantly, he pulls out of you, watching his cum drip from between you folds. Pride wells within his chest, proud of you for taking his cock so well without a fight. Proud to stake a claim over his angel. He’s quick to take care of you, cleaning you up and throwing a comfy, oversized white tee over you.
Jeonghan is climbing into bed next to you, your grabby hands as always pulling him into you, and wrapping you into his arms. He already knows the first thing he’s going to ask you after everything that has occurred tonight.
“So, what are you going to say to the girls about me now? Did I successfully make you fall in love with me yet?”
hello lovelies! it's going to be october soon and with october comes amazing things like my birthday, jeonghan's birthday and halloween. what better way to celebrate all of this with my first ever kinktober!!! so here i am, 31 days with 31 smutty works for you guys to enjoy.
these will be from short hundred of words to 1-2K and as you will be able to see a lot of the kinks vary so please read warnings before reading! i hope you enjoy this kinktober brought to you by httphannie!
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day 1 — joshua + praising
day 2 — seungcheol + bulge kink
day 3 — sub!seokmin + waxplay
day 4— demon!jeonghan + sex tape [jeonghan's bday!]
day 5— jeonghan + joshua + threesome [my bday!]
day 6 — mingyu + edging
day 7 — jihoon + hate sex
day 8 — incubus!jun + corruption kink
day 9 — minghao + shibari
day 10 — seungkwan + car sex
day 11 — 95' line + sensory deprivation
day 12 — vernon + mirror kink
day 13 — chan + thigh riding
day 14 — wonwoo + pet play
day 15 — soonyoung + polaroids
day 16 — hard dom!seungcheol + impact play
day 17 — sub!mingyu + dumbification
day 18 — joshua + strength kink
day 19 — 97' line + overstimulation
day 20 — jeonghan + face fucking
day 21 — angel!seungkwan + demon!reader
day 22 — soonyoung + voyeurism
day 23 — seungcheol + dacryphilia
day 24 — china line + objectification
day 25 — vampire!jihoon + orgasm denial
day 26 — chan + exhibitionism
day 27 — wonwoo + ice play
day 28 — cam boy!seokmin + virtual sex
day 29 — sub!vernon + succubus!reader
day 30 — minghao + bunny hybrid!reader + innocence kink
summary: you have never been spoiled, but that changes after you meet the man your mother is going to marry.
warnings: infidelity, age gap (reader is in her 20s and Mingyu is in his 30s), daddy kink, pussy drunk!mingyu, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, praising
read part two
a/n: this is nsfw and therefore minors should not interact!!
When your mother introduced you to the man who she was going to marry, you were completely taken aback.
Kim Mingyu was the hottest man you had ever seen, and you couldn’t understand how your mom got with someone looked like a literal model and who was at least twenty years younger than her. It’s not like she was unattractive, but her overbearing and rude personality had scared away all of her previous boyfriends.
Instead of questioning it, you decided to go along with her latest whim. Maybe this guy would finally mellow her out.
That didn’t happen. When you came back home for winter break, your mom was still her insufferable self. Luckily for you, Mingyu came over often and made being around her somewhat tolerable. He was such a sweet man that even his kindness was infectious.
Maybe that’s why you ended up in this situation, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care when his fingers were shoved inside you.
“Is daddy making you feel good, baby?” Mingyu’s hot breath tickles the shell of your ear.
He’s sat behind you, chest pressed against your exposed back while while your thighs are hooked over his, keeping you spread as his thick fingers sink into your tight walls. You’re focused on the mirror in front of you, head swimming with pleasure. Mingyu had long fingers that were capable of reaching spots yours couldn’t which is why you came to him in the first place.
He expertly twists his wrist and pushes more juices out of your leaking cunt. You can feel the way Mingyu’s cock is throbbing against your lower back, and you unconscious squeeze his fingers tighter at the thought of having it inside you. “Feels so good, daddy.”
Mingyu loves how you’re trembling against him almost as much as he loves the soft mewls escaping you as you gently grind into his fingers. He leans down to kiss along your neck, licking and biting at the exposed skin. You gasp when he pulls his fingers out of you and smears your juices along your puffy clit before he starts to roll the bud in circles.
“So good for me.” Mingyu coos against you.
Maybe he’s spoiling you too much, always at your beck and call, ready to drop everything he’s doing when you say you want him. He can’t help it. You’re the prettiest little thing he’s ever seen, and he would do anything for you. Mingyu spreads your thighs wider and sinks his fingers into your tight pussy again. The sight of you sucking his fingers in is so hot that he almost feels drunk. And maybe he is—pussy drunk, that is.
He uses his free hand to grab one of your tits and gently kneads it. Mingyu smirks when you throw your head back and let out a wanton moan. You’re always so responsive for him. He loves when you moan shamelessly for him, fucking yourself on his fingers as he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
You let out a whine when Mingyu yanks his fingers out of you. The bratty sound is quickly stifled when his digits are pushed past your lips roughly. You suck on his fingers like a lollipop, moaning at the taste of yourself.
Suddenly, Mingyu decides to lift you off his lap and place you near the top of the bed. In a quick motion, he spreads your legs and shoves his face into your aching cunt. His tongue swipes across your dripping pussy, nose bumping against your clit. The loud moans you're letting out fuels his need to get you to the edge.
“Daddy!” You cry out as he lift one of your legs over his shoulder and pushes the other as far back as it will go.
“Fuck, baby.” Mingyu moans against you. “You’re so sweet. The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
His half-lidded eyes glance at your fucked out expression. Mingyu smirks before returning his attention to eating you out. His tongue is relentless against your quivering cunt, and his quick movements have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
You let out a loud cry as he pushes you to the edge, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Mingyu is quick to lap up every last drop of your slick, unwilling to let any of your juices escape him.
He sits up suddenly, and your attention is quickly drawn to the large organ between his legs. His cock is big, the biggest you've ever seen. That’s not what draws your attention though. Right under his cock sit two heavy balls full of cum. You clench around nothing at the thought of him stuffing you full of his seed.
You moan softly when he starts to rub the large tip between your folds, teasing you. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to fuck your sweet little cunt.”
It’s only been a week since he last did it, but he can never get enough.
He pushes his cock past your tight entrance, groaning as he feels your cunt grip him. Before you, it has been years since he’d felt a pussy so tight. He has to force himself deeper into your core due to the resistance. Your back arches as his cock reaches a spot not even your many toys could reach.
Instead of letting you adjust, Mingyu starts thrusting deep into you. The sound of his big balls slapping against your ass reverberate throughout the room. You let out a particularly loud moan when he angles his hips to hit a spot that makes you grip his dick tighter.
“Fuck! Love your cock, daddy!”
He focuses on slamming his cock into that spot that was making you cry out for him, desperate to have you come undone on his dick. Your fingers scratch down his back as you push your hips up to meet his thrusts, wanting to feel every inch of Mingyu’s cock.
Mingyu thinks it’s cute how your mouth is formed in a perfect O shape with each hard thrust of his hips against yours. His lips hover over your ear. “Still want more?” He teased as his rough hands palmed at your tits, fingers pinching your perked nipples.
With a loud moan, you’re quick to nod, whimpering out a pathetic yes. You feel your orgasm approach when his thick cock twitches against your walls.
“That's my girl.” His deep voice rumbles against you. Large hands leisurely wandering up and down your hot body, rolling your pebbled nipples between his warm fingers.
Mingyu presses a few chaste kisses on your neck, moving one hand down to rub gentle circles against your puffy clit. A stuttered gasp turns into a lewd moan that then turn into nonsensical babbling. He moves his hips faster, watching your tits bounce to the squelching sound coming from your cunt.
“Daddy, I’m gonna—”
He presses his lips against yours, urgently and sweetly, showing his love and devotion as you gush around his aching cock. “Mmm sweetheart,” he murmurs adoringly. “That’s it. Cream all over my cock.”
Your spasming walls try to force him out, but he doesn’t relent. He won’t leave your pussy until he’s filled it with his cum. Mingyu presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Such a messy girl for daddy. My messy baby girl.”
All his.
“Daddy.” Your head lolled to the side with a small whine as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.
You vaguely register his murmurs about how tight you are, but the thing you focus on is his deceivingly sweet grin. A second later, the look is replaced by one of pure bliss. With a string of curses stumbling through his lips and his eyes rolling back, his orgasm crashed into him in a rush. Instead of slowing down, he continues to fuck his cum into you at a steady pace.
“Now give me another one, yeah?” His thick cock hits right against the spongy spot inside you, unrelenting in his vigour to watch you come under him again.
And all you could do was arch up into his touch because you’re addicted. Addicted to the way he feels inside you, fucking his cum inside you, not giving a fuck about overstimulating both himself and you.
His pelvis grinds against your puffy clit, and you let out a loud moan, tightening like a vice around his cock and he gasps out a praise. “Good girl.”
Mingyu can tell you’re too sensitive right now from the glassy look in your eyes, yet that knowledge doesn’t stop him from holding down your squirming hips with his hands as he continues to ram his huge cock inside your tiny little cunt.
Your loud cries only turns him on more and makes him fuck you harder. “Can’t get enough of your sweet pussy, baby.” His words are broken by deep groans that have you clenching around him all over again.
“Daddy, don’t stop!” You threw your head back and shove your tits in his face, loving the pleasure and pain from being overstimulated.
Mingyu groans as his mouth latches onto one of your nipples. He’ll never get enough of the feeling of your tight cunt suffocating his dick.
It feels like he’s splitting you in half each time he thrusts inside you, knocking all breath out of your lungs. The way his mouth sucks on your sensitive nipple brings you closer to your second orgasm, and you know it won’t be long until you gush all over him again.
This time you both cum together, and he goes still for a moment before he pulls out and kisses his way down your body. You lazily watch him, deliriously hoping he would do what you thought he was about to do. The moan you let out when he starts lapping up his own cum that was spilling out of you was pornographic. It makes him get hard again, and he smirks because he knows that you’ll let him have his way with you again.
And you do, because you can’t get enough of him.
Mingyu doesn't know when to stop. He never does. His lust-addled mind tells him to keep pushing back into your tight little cunt, no matter how many times you both have already cum.
“Gonna fill you up so that you can feel me for days.” He growled, animalistic and carnal.
Mingyu’s hips snap into yours at an inhuman pace, hitting the same spongy spot over and over again.
“Deeper!” You moaned as you clawed at his back, head swimming with pleasure.
The feel of your juices dripping on to the sheets paired with the sound of skin slapping together push you closer to the edge. Mingyu is fucking you so hard that his dick hits hits deeper and deeper with each stroke. He’s already filled you up to the brim with how many times he came inside you, but still he won't stop.
He can’t. Not when your pussy is clenching so tightly around his twitching cock as you came for the umpteenth time. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good like this.”
Mingyu keeps ramming his sensitive cock inside you because he can't bring himself to stop. He’s addicted to you, to the snug way your cunt swallows his cock whole.
The sound of the door closing startles you both. It was your mother, and it sounds like she’s on the phone, being her usual bitchy self. A small smirk takes over your face when Mingyu keeps thrusting deep into you, taking the time to roll his hips into your core.
“Daddy, she's gonna catch us.”
He groans in your ear when he hears the words come out of your mouth. It has his cock throbbing deep in your core.
“Fuck. I can’t stop, baby. Your tight little cunt feels too good. Maybe I should just let her catch us.” It’s your turn to whimper as he speaks lewdly into your ear.
“You’re such a pervert, daddy. You’re gonna let my mom catch us?”
His thrusts pick back up, and your eyes roll back when his large hand squeezes one of your breasts roughly. It doesn’t take long for the coil in your tummy to snap yet again, leaving another milky layer of cum around the base of his cock. The mixture of cum and arousal strings between your two bodies, amplifying the messy sound of sex. You’re honestly surprised your mom hasn’t come up to your room yet based on the noise alone.
“What do you think she’d do if she saw her daughter fucking her fiancé? What would you tell your mom?” He sinks his teeth into your neck, causing you to clench around him again.
You lick the outer shell of his ear before whispering: “I’d tell her that my daddy has the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”
Mingyu swears lowly before he lifts his head. He’s on the verge of release, just needing a little bit more. He captures your lips in a heated kiss as he continues his deep, rough strokes. With your walls clamping down so tightly around his thick cock, the next sensation you feel is him releasing inside you, his hot, thick cum filling up your spasming pussy.
“I love how you milk me dry every damn time.” Mingyu rasped, voice just a breathy whisper now.
Suddenly, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Your mother is still on the phone, oblivious as her fiancé fucks her daughter. She continues walking past your room straight to her room. The thrill of being caught has you clenching around him again.
When Mingyu pulls out to watch his cum leak out of your tight little slit and ruin the sheets, you almost whine because even though you two had come so many times, you wanted to keep going.
Luckily, even Mingyu didn’t seem to care that your mom was in the other room because a second later he was plunging back into your tight heat. He slaps his hand over your whimpering mouth, keeping you quiet the best he could. But the way he bucks his hips into you had his cock hitting deep into your cunt and has your throat bobbing and scratching with wanton mewls.
A rough wave of pleasure shook at your core, and Mingyu's raw dick ravenously rutting inside you has your soft walls fluttering and coating him messily with your slick. He shudders at the feeling of your pussy squeezing and milking his cock.
“I want her to catch us.” He groans in your ear, as he savagely slams into your aching cunt. “Then I’ll tell her that your pussy is the best I’ve ever had. I’m never gonna let this pretty cunt go.”
“It’s all yours, daddy. My cunt is all yours.”
Those are the words that push him over the edge. You felt his cock twitch and spurt deep into your cunt, his warm and sticky cum filling you up for the umpteenth time that day. Mingyu growls lowly as he slowly slips out, relishing in the sticky feel of your cunt trying to swallow him back in.
You share a tender kiss, still in the same position. His cock has gone soft in you, acting as a plug to keep his cum inside you.
“I’ll be back tonight, baby. Be ready.”
“Yes, daddy.”
Maybe he spoils you too much, but it doesn’t matter because it’s you.
notes/warnings; sugar daddy dynamic, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), daddy kink (mild), food is ate, improper use of chopsticks
word count; 3470 and some change
The smell of food lures you out of your nap as you turn on the large bed with a big stretch and yawn. The sheets tangled between your legs as you try to adjust to your surroundings, remembering that you aren’t in your apartment, but instead at your boyfriend’s place and in his bed.
You run your fingers over the soft sheets with a smile on your face to their high quality, impressed with his attention to detail. As much as he liked to spoil you, he enjoyed spoiling himself just as much.
Making yourself slide from the comfortable bed, you sigh to yourself as you search for your clothes, not finding them where you had left them and assuming Mingyu had taken them along with his putting them into the laundry. “Does he expect me to wander around naked?”
Wrinkling your nose and brows in thought at your own words as you look around hearing the sounds of him further into the apartment, probably the kitchen, you wander to his closet in search of something to wear. You opt to pull down one of his crisp white button ups, pulling it on and buttoning it up enough to cover your chest.
Glancing in the mirror, you tug on the end of the shirt as the ends hit you mid-thigh as you swim in his shirt. The cuffs of the sleeves reach your fingertips as you extend your arms as you pose a bit, making a face, before pulling your hair from the collar and pushing up the sleeves.
Moving through the hall, you smile as you finally make your way into the kitchen with light steps, trying not to try to disturb Mingyu as you watch him stand at the stove, softly singing to himself along with a song playing from his phone on the counter.
He looks so handsome he almost takes your breath away, and you hadn’t even seen his face yet today. His shoulders fill out the gray cotton t-shirt that clings to his body with every subtle movement he made as he cooked quietly. Mingyu was very obviously trying not to wake you up. He had probably wanted to surprise you, but now you want to surprise him.
Stepping behind him, you slide your fingers along his side, just above where his shirt meets his low hanging sweatpants, before wrapping your arms around him and pressing your cheek to the middle of his shoulders. You take in a deep breath of his scent as he jumps slightly and laughs.
“Baby, you could have slept in longer. I was gonna wake you up when the food was done. ”
You smile and kiss his back, making Mingyu smile and bite at his bottom lip as he finally moves to turn in your arms. He glances down to look at you, shaking his head as he lifts a hand to push your hair behind your ear as he leans back. His eyes take you in as he sucks in a deep breath.
“I couldn’t find my clothes, so I borrowed something of yours. I hope you don’t mind.”
Mingyu laughs, biting at his bottom lip again out of habit, before wrinkling his nose. “First of all, I’d be a fool to mind seeing you in my clothes, so no I don’t mind at all. Second, your clothes are in the dryer. I wanted them to be clean and warm for you.”
You can’t help but smile at his sweet gesture and his roaming hands as he slides them over your ass and under his shirt, raising his eyebrows when he finds bare skin. “You took all of my clothes, Mingyu, and I’m already swimming in your shirt. I didn’t think your boxers would fit.”
Smiling at your words, your boyfriend trails his fingers along your hips, before lifting at your waist to put you up on the counter, making you gasp at the cold contrast of your warm skin on the cold quartz. “I think this is just proof you need to bring some things to leave here, or maybe just move in.”
Cheeks flushing, you meet Mingyu’s eyes as his fingernails graze your legs to your knees, before he turns away from you and back to the stove to the food. He finally turns everything off, satisfied with how it all looked. You watch him move the pajeon to a plate as your heart threatens to beat out of your chest as you consider his words. ‘Or maybe just move in.’
He had said the words so effortlessly, as easily as breathing. You did spend a lot of your time here. Your own apartment is pretty much just a storage space at this point, but it is yours. Making this kind of commitment is a huge step.
Glancing up at you, Mingyu smiles as he hands you chopsticks, sliding the plate towards you on the counter. “Eat, baby. You need your energy.”
Your eyes are drawn towards the food as you swallow hard but quickly laugh, shaking your head as you push the pajeon apart, mostly playing with the idea of eating as he watches you carefully. “Eat, Y/N. It’s better when it’s warm. What’s so funny, baby?”
You pick up a small bite, eating it slowly as you shake your head, before meeting his eyes.
Mingyu watches you carefully, before picking up his own bite of the pajeon, eating it quickly. “Tell me.”
You smile and sigh, finally swallowing your own bite before speaking. “If I were to move in with you, Mingyu…I don’t know. You already act like my sugar daddy or something.”
Mingyu starts to take another bite of the food when you finally confess your thoughts, causing him to pause and glance at you as you lower your lashes, slightly embarrassed at your words. A smirk crosses his lips as he sits his own chopsticks on the counter, next to your legs, as he watches you push around more of the pajeon. “And what if I want to be? I like taking care of you, baby. Eat some more. I like watching you eat.”
You scoff at his words, taking a moment before his hand is over yours, making you pick up more of the food and raising it to your mouth. “Open up for, daddy?”
Your cheeks flush brightly as you lean your head back, your eyes wide. “Mingyu…”
Your boyfriend laughs, his bright smile making you smile in response, before you watch him bite his lip as he offers you the food and watches you take it into your mouth. “What? You don’t like it? I kinda like it…I would like it. It’s kinda sexy, the idea of you calling me daddy in bed. So why don’t you let me take care of you, Y/N? I want to.”
You bite your lip and swallow the bite as you lock eyes with your boyfriend. Your mind racing at the idea of his words and what accepting them would mean.
Mingyu drags the chopsticks along your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, before taking them away completely, a smirk playing on his lips. “What do you say, baby?”
Your words falter some as Mingyu’s fingers play with the buttons of the borrowed top you are wearing. Your voice is nothing more than a whine as his fingertips glide along your warm flesh between your cleavage. “Mingyu…”
“Daddy, you mean?”
Laughing, you shake your head as button by button Mingyu undoes the top while his eyes never leave yours as he waits for an answer. You only manage to nod and whisper a yes against Mingyu’s lips as he kisses you softly.
“Yeah?”
You nod again and feel him smile happily into the kiss, before his hands slide inside your shirt and to your hips as he steps closer between your legs.
“I want to take you back to bed and show you just how happy I am.”
You can’t help but laugh as you feel his erection press against your naked core though his sweatpants as he pulls you closer to him on the counter. “I think I can feel how happy you are.”
Mingyu playfully growls, nipping at your lips, before stepping back and helping you off the counter, taking a good look at you in the open button up as you stand in front of him. He hisses out a breath he had been holding, before lacing his fingers with yours as he walks you back towards his bedroom, only letting go of your hand as you reach the side of the bed.
You shake your head and laugh at how he is looking at you, as if it’s the first time he’s seen you. “You are acting so weird.”
Mingyu smirks at you and shrugs, moving his fingers along your collar bones to your shoulders, pushing the shirt down your arms and letting it fall to the floor. “How am I acting weird?”
You watch as he tilts his head and bites his bottom lip, making a sound of appreciation that has you almost glowing with how warm you feel under his gaze. “You just…are. Mingyu…” His name falls off your lips in a moan as he slides his hand between your legs, letting his fingers dip between your folds and teasing you slowly as your knees buckle slightly under his attention.
“I told you I want to show you how happy I am that you will let me take care of you. Lay back on the bed for me?”
You suck on your bottom lip only managing a small, “yeah…” as his fingers move from between your legs to your hip as he helps you move where he wants you.
Mingyu makes sure your head is centered on the pillows, with your body in the middle of the bed, before his lips are back on yours. You smile even as he moves a hand back between your legs, causing you to moan softly. “You act like I’ll break if everything isn’t perfect.”
He grins against your jaw, nipping gently at your skin, before pulling back to sit up on the bed and watching your hips move as his fingers circle your entrance. “You might, and then daddy would be sad.”
You scoff, but it’s cut short by a high pitched moan as he slides two fingers into you slowly. “I want to take care of you in every sense of that word, Y/N. I don’t want you to want or need anything. I want to have thought of it first.”
You gasp, rolling your hips down over his fingers as your thighs tremble to the feeling of his fingers slowly stretching you.
Mingyu watches as one of your hands glides over your breast, squeezing lightly, as the other grips at the bedding when your back arches when he hits your spot. “I want to ruin any other man for you. Is that selfish?”
You open your eyes to look at him staring down at you with lust almost dripping from his eyes, his fingers slowly curling along your walls when his thumb presses against your clit in a small circle. “Mingyu!”
“I need you to start answering me, baby girl. I know you are overwhelmed, but I have asked you a question, and I would like an answer.”
You shake your head no and slide your hand from your breast to his wrist, holding it loosely as you roll your hips towards his hand. “You aren’t selfish, I want that too. I only want you.”
You watch the tips of his teeth get caught on his bottom lip as he smiles into biting his lip. “That’s my girl.”
You gasp as Mingyu carefully slides his fingers from you, leaving you feeling empty only, to watch him pull his shirt over his head. Your eyes close as his lips press against your chest as he begins to work kisses down your body as he makes his way to lay between your legs.
He can’t help the way his mouth waters when you move your legs for him, and he watches the way you open up for him. You are beautiful from your head to your toes, and he loves being between your legs. Mingyu smiles as your body jerks in response to his gentle calculated touches and kisses. The way his breath makes you breathe out his name. The way his fingers massage along your folds, spreading them so he can see just how wet he had made you, makes you clench.
Mingyu groans between your thighs, his hands sliding along your stomach and back down to your hips as he holds you in place. Your fingers tangle into his curly hair as you do your best to roll your hips towards his mouth.
A smirk crosses his lips as Mingyu listens to your soft moans of desire for more, before he lazily laps his tongue along your folds. He loved going down on you. He could spend hours between your legs. Your whimpers of his name only drive him to be messier, but not quicker. There was no reason to be any quicker.
Moving his arm around your leg only to pull you closer, Mingyu groans at your sweet taste. The only other sound in the room is his mouth moving over your hot core as he works his way from your dripping opening to your clit to suck lightly.
“Mingyu!” Your sharp cry of his name draws his attention, a smile on his face, and Mingyu’s soft puppy-like eyes meet yours. Your eyes travel over his face, falling to his mouth that is glistening the low light of the bedroom. His temples covered in sweat, his mouth and chin covered in spit and your juices.
“What, baby girl? You taste so good. Let daddy take care of you.”
You gasp for a breath, trying to speak as his fingers lazily, as his tongue had been, run along your wet folds, making you quiver. “I want you inside me. I need it.”
Mingyu smiles and kisses your thighs, before his mouth is back on your core, making you throw your head back with a loud cry as his tongue presses into your needy entrance.
“I mean your cock…”
He growls playfully against your pussy as you whine and writhe, feeling an inescapable pressure building in your abdomen.
“I’m gonna cum…oh my god.”
Mingyu nips gently at your folds, before sucking messily at them, before he attacks your clit once again sending you over the edge with a loud cry of his name. He keeps your hips close to him as your hands grip tightly at the bedding for something to keep you grounded. You gasp for a breath, trying to steady yourself as Mingyu’s mouth continues to work over you to the point of overstimulation, until your hands reach into his hair, and you mutter for him to stop.
“You okay?”
Nodding to his question, you keep your eyes closed, feeling him slide off the bed. You hear him shift slightly, until you feel the bed dip and his body is next to yours. You smile, feeling his skin completely against yours now. Your eyes open to find him watching you, his mouth and chin still wet, making you flush slightly as you start to reach up and wipe it off with your hand.
Mingyu takes your wrist in his hand and kisses your palm, before pulling you over to him as he rolls on to his back. “Ride me?”
You gasp as you hover over him, looking down at him as his hands move down your sides to your hips as he helps you move your legs to straddle him. “I love watching you. Seeing your face when you are happy, or when I hit that spot.”
You roll your eyes and push his chest making him laugh, before his hands slide over your thighs, and he moves one hand to his shaft, glancing down between your legs. “I also like watching how well you take me, all of me. The way your body moves and reacts, you are so sexy.”
You bite your lip as you slide back, letting him tease your clit with the head of his cock, making you both moan, before you lift your hips and let Mingyu press himself into you slowly. The stretch is delicious, and you take your time lowering yourself down, not wanting to overload your senses or miss a single moment of how good he makes you feel.
Mingyu watches as he presses against his shaft with his thumb, until you are far enough down that he can move his hand back to your legs and just watch as you do the work. It is his turn to take a breath to steady himself as your tight core surrounds him, taking every inch of him like you were made for him. “You feel so good, oh my god, baby.”
You watch your boyfriend lean his head back into the pillows, his back arching slightly as he struggles not to lift his hips to thrust into you, wanting to let you take control of the moment as you sit fully on him. You can’t help but just take a few seconds to relish in the feeling of being so full.
Mingyu’s hands move to your hips and slide along to your ass, gripping firmly as he waits patiently for you until you make your first movement, and he groans out your name.
His eyes never leave you, whether they linger from your face, to your breasts, or between your legs, Mingyu’s attention is clearly not going to linger from you. His hands find their way back to your hips as he mutters praises of how beautiful you are, how good you are, how sexy it is to see you on top of him like this.
You can’t help but smile at his praise as you work your body over his cock, feeling yourself already getting tired, but also the pressure of a second orgasm quickly building. “Mingyu…”
His brows furrow at the whine in your voice as he nods and pulls you down to him, connecting his lips to yours and carefully dropping you to your side, never pulling from you as he speaks on your lips. “Put your leg higher on my hip, baby.”
Nodding, you moan loudly as you do as you are told when he thrusts deeply into you in this new position as you lay so close to him, face to face, bodies almost flush to one another. “That feels good.”
Mingyu nods in agreement as his forehead presses against yours, sweat rolling from his temples as his lips find purchase on yours once again. His larger hand pushes against your lower back, as your smaller one clutches tightly to his bicep, as he mutters more praises against your lips when he feels you clenching around him as you whine out soft moans. “Cum for me. Let go.”
You nod, closing your eyes tightly as you do as you are told once again, your nails digging into his skin, leaving half moon divots that you know he would never complain about.
You feel Mingyu’s thrusts almost lose rhythm as his own climax builds, until your lips move to press against his ear, “Now you cum for me, Mingyu.”
Your words are more than enough to send him over that edge, causing him to groan your name and hold you to him as he thrusts slowly a few more times as he spills into you, wanting to fill you up, to claim you.
“Oh my god…”
You barely hear him mutter the words until you lean back and run your fingers over his temples to wipe away some of the sweat as you stay connected to him. “Are you okay?”
Mingyu laughs and opens his eyes reaching up to take your wrist, turning your hand over to kiss your palm, and he nods before biting his lips. “More than okay, I got the girl. You said you’d move in with me.”
You sigh and lay your head down on the pillow, before groaning slightly as Mingyu laughs again, carefully sliding from you and off the bed. You hear the sound of water running, before a moment later you feel a warm washcloth running over your skin and between your legs as he cleans you up. Turning over, you meet his eyes and shake your head. “What am I going to do with you?”
Mingyu grins as he bends your leg up, pressing a kiss to your knee as he continues his task, making sure you are clean to his standards, before tilting his head to your question. “I already told you. You are going to let Daddy take care of you.”
pairing. haechan x fem!reader (she’s kinda girly, so be on the lookout for that)
genre. smut
contents. weed consumption, smut (masturbation (fem), fingering, oral (receiving), unprotected sex), haechan’s a little flirt because we know i love him like that
word count. 6.3k
notes. i will stop writing stoner!haechan when it stops being fun. so never. inspired by this ask. enjoy :)
“Cannot believe you’re bailing on me,” You mutter angrily into the phone as you trudge across campus to Haechan’s dorm room.
“I’m sorry,” Areum whines, and you scoff. “I mean, it’s not like you really wanted me there, anyway—”
“Excuse me?”
“—and now you get Haechan all to yourself!” She finishes, and you splutter indignantly, huffing and puffing as you fail to come up with a worthy response.
“Shut up.” You mumble, and Areum snickers.
“Great defense. Everyone and their mother knows you and Haechan want each other—”
“Objection!” You cry emphatically, stumbling over a rock in the path. You stop short and glare at it before using the insole of your foot to kick it off your path and into the grassy area beside the sidewalk before continuing on your journey. “Hearsay!”
“Overruled.” Areum continues without missing a beat. “I just think this is a great opportunity to get what you’ve been itching after for, like, three semesters now. I mean, come on—weekly smoke sessions and you two never once got down and dirty?”
“You’re so vulgar,” You shudder, frowning and pulling the phone away from you when Areum cackles delightedly in your ear.
“You know I’m right.”
“I know nothing of the sort.”
“Sure, you don’t.” Areum doesn’t sound convinced. “That’s why you didn’t change your outfit into something cuter just to go to Haechan’s dorm—oh, wait.”
“Listen, I—” You start, but Areum cuts you off.
“Not listening to your lies.”
“You’re a bully.” You sniffle, and she snorts loudly in amusement. “Look at you! Laughing at my pain!”
“I’m laughing at how ridiculous you are,” She corrects you. “Also, I’m sorry, babe, but I gotta go now.”
“It’s all good! I’m here anyway,” You reply, smoothing your skirt down and freeing it of any wrinkles that may have manifested during your walk.
“Have fun,” Areum coos excitedly. ”Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“So, anal? Got it.”
“Wh—hey!”
“I had to get my little jab in where I could,” You apologize, grinning. and she sucks her teeth loudly. “Okay, I’ll see you later!” You bid your goodbyes and hang up, pocketing your phone and waiting patiently for someone who lives in Haechan’s dorm to let you into the building. Your savior comes soon after you start waiting, swiping his card and holding the door open for you. You thank him and make your way to Haechan’s room, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you’re face-to-wood with Haechan’s door. Shaking the nerves out of your hands, you knock three times and step back as you hear rustling on the other end.
The door opens and Haechan stands before you, wearing black sweats and a dark grey Nirvana t-shirt which is devastatingly flattering, and his brown hair is tousled nicely off his forehead, displaying his striking eyebrows, one of which is raised as he regards you while you study him.
“Well, well, well,” Haechan says slowly, licking his lips and grinning. “Someone was excited to see me.”
Looking behind him at the digital alarm clock sitting on his desk, you see that your walk from your dorm to his only took 15 minutes as opposed to your usual 20 minute walk when you and Areum head over. As a result, you’re early, and, judging by the grin on Haechan’s handsome face, he’s not about to let it go as quickly as you’d like.
“I didn’t even notice,” You reply, shifting your weight onto one foot as you rest your hand on your hip. “I was on the phone with Areum, so I didn’t even keep track of the time.”
“Sure, sure, sure. You could just say you were excited to see me.” Haechan smiles sweetly, and you blink at him. “I won’t judge.” He places his right hand over his heart and raises his left up as if swearing an oath, and you fail to stifle the giggle that escapes you at his serious expression. “Where is Areum, by the way?”
“Unfortunately, she can’t make it.” You answer with a sigh, and Haechan’s wicked little smirk that appears has your skin crawling with nerves.
“Unfortunately…” Haechan repeats slowly, the word leaving his mouth slowly like he’s mulling each syllable over. “Are you scared to be alone with me?” He asks with a suggestive raise of his brows, and you roll your eyes. “You can relax—I don’t bite.” He jokes, and you huff petulantly, leaning back in surprise when he leans forward abruptly, looking around conspiratorially before whispering, “I mean…unless you’re into that sort of thing,” Haechan topping the flirtatious remark off with a wink and a wiggle of his brows.
“Haechan, can I come in now?” You raise your own brow at him expectantly, and he chuckles, angling his body out of the way so you can breeze past him.
“Welcome, yet again, to room 304. Or, as I like to call it, my Man Cave.” Haechan shuts the door behind you, and you hear the faint click of the lock sliding into place. After swallowing the lump in your throat that feels an awful lot like a golf ball, you turn to face him to see that he’s already looking at you with a wry smile curling his lips.
“You call this your Man Cave?” You ask skeptically, looking around at the unassuming single bedroom dorm and back at Haechan.
“Sure do.”
“You should stop.” You reply sincerely, and he exclaims with a start, whipping his head around to look at you indignantly, making you laugh at his bewildered expression.
“You hush, and sit right here while I get everything set up.” Haechan quips with an attractive narrowing of his eyes, and you oblige, taking a seat perched on the edge of his bed while he busies about the room, turning on his Bluetooth speakers and opening his window. After he taps at his phone a few times, music filters in through the speakers, the introductory melody of a Michael Jackson song filling the room.
As Haechan collects his…materials, you softly sing along to the music, swaying and bobbing your head rhythmically. He turns to look at you over his shoulder with an impressed expression, brows raised in surprise.
“You know this song?” He asks incredulously, and you shoot him a confused look.
“Of course I do. ‘Chicago’ is such a good song.” You answer slowly, and the corner of his lips turns up in a crooked grin.
“Good girl,” He mutters, pleased, as he turns back to his desk, and the air practically whooshes out of your lungs as if you’ve been punched in the gut at his unexpected praise. Your sudden breathlessness must have been audible, because Haechan looks back at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “I see we enjoyed that.”
“Are you making fun of me?” You squeak, offended, and he grins widely.
“I don’t know, am I?” He teases, and you huff, crossing your arms in lieu of a response and tearing your gaze away to look at his posters on the walls. He lets out a soft chuckle before gathering the last of his things and heading over to sit in his windowsill, patting the empty space across from him with an inviting smile. You stand up from his bed and make your way to his windowsill, sitting across from him with your legs carefully crossed so you don’t give him an unintentional eyeful of your underwear from under your short, pleated skirt (even though you’re guessing it wouldn’t be unwelcome, based on the way his eyes hungrily rove over the bare flesh of your legs and thighs).
You watch in fascination as Haechan starts to pack and roll the joint, watching the veins in his hands flex and move under his tan skin and his nimble fingers deftly placing the nugs of weed in the grinder and twisting it around. You’re secretly grateful he’s so focused on doing everything right, because it gives you more than enough time to admire his hands and facial features.
You’re in the middle of a particularly explicit daydream involving Haechan’s fingers and your mouth when the pointed sound of his throat clearing snaps you out of your daze, and you look up to his face, heat flaring in your cheeks, to see that he’s watching you with a smugly amused grin.
“Hm?” You mumble, your mind still foggy, and he chuckles, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he speaks again.
“I asked if you wanted to learn how to roll.” He repeats himself, and you make a small noise of understanding.
“Oh…I can’t today,” You frown, holding up your hands and wiggling your freshly done, mere hours old acrylics at him. “I just got my nails done, so I’m scared to mess them up and I’m not as nimble with my fingers until I get used to them.”
“I understand,” He smiles sweetly, and you return the expression. “We can’t let the pretty girl’s nails get messed up, right?” He says with a crooked smile, and you blink twice at him before frowning.
“Are you making fun of me?” You ask for the second time this evening, and Haechan shakes his head.
“I would never.” He replies sincerely, and you relax, feeling more at ease. “Well…not about that, anyway.” Before you can protest at all, he hands you the rolled joint, and holds up his lighter in a silent offer. You lean in towards him, the warmth of the fire grazing your chin as he lights the joint for you, and you sit back against the windowsill, taking a long pull and letting the smoke slowly filter out through your nose, a dopey little smile overtaking your features as you pass him the joint. He brings it to his lips and pauses. “Tell me about your day.” He urges gently before taking a drag of the joint, his eyes unwaveringly on you, and you run your thumbs over the smooth surfaces of your nails nervously, not expecting to have to speak.
A stray breeze comes through the window, ruffling the end of your skirt and sending a brief shudder up your spine, and Haechan watches you, amused.
“You have goosebumps,” He remarks softly, leaning forward and tracing a small circle just above your bent knee as if to draw your attention to it, and if he notices that you suck in a breath in surprise, he politely chooses not to comment. “Are you cold?” He asks, continuing before you can answer, “Or do I just make you that nervous?” He’s grinning mischievously, and you roll your eyes, crinkling your nose up in faux distaste. “No, but for real,” He changes the subject, leaning back after passing you the joint. “What’d you do today? You know, besides look pretty.”
“Cheesy.” You mumble through a smile you can’t manage to hide. “Quit saying cheesy shit.”
“Quit being so fucking cute, and maybe I would actually consider stopping.” He retorts, and you pause mid-drag, just barely making it through the inhale without coughing and spluttering. “Your day,” He presses. “I won’t ask again.” Something about the finality in his voice has your mind spiraling into desiring thoughts, and you decide to speak before your mind can get too carried away.
“I didn’t do much today,” You murmur, thinking back. “I had class in the morning, which was boring. Then I went and got my nails done,” You say with a smile, and Haechan reaches over, pausing and looking at you to gauge your reaction before proceeding to pick up your hand not holding the joint, inspecting your nails.
“They look good,” He compliments, and your smile widens.
“Thanks,” You say, flattered. “I usually get coffin-shaped, but I ended up going with this shape, which they call ‘rounded stiletto,’” You say, sounding out the syllables slowly for emphasis, and he chuckles under his breath. “I went with a pink and orange gradient so it would look kinda like a sunset, and I got little clouds!” You chirp, and he stops inspecting your nails for a second to look up at you and smile fondly.
“Why clouds?” He asks curiously, and you shrug.
“Clouds are pretty,” You reply simply.
Haechan leans in closer to you, tightening his grip on your hand so you don’t pull away, and looks you directly in the eyes. “You’re pretty.” Your mouth opens and closes as you try and fail to come up with a response and he snickers quietly, his gaze slowly dropping to your lips. After what feels like ages in which time is frozen around the two of you as he stares longingly at your lips, he sits back, wiggling his brows flirtatiously before bringing your laced fingers to his mouth and kissing the back of your hand. You yank your hand out of his grip with a startled yelp, and he bursts out laughing, his head tipping back in mirth. “Ah, you’re so cute, seriously. What am I gonna do with you?” He sighs dreamily, watching you with hooded eyes and a small grin that tells you you’re not alone in your high.
“Stop making fun of me,” You huff, and he laughs.
“I’m not!” He promises sincerely. “Either way,” He continues, leaning forward again to make his point, “You know you liked it.” His voice lowering several pitches, you swallow thickly as he studies you carefully.
You sniff, looking away in an attempt to free yourself from his scrutiny. “That sounds like a cheesy line from a porno.”
Haechan’s brows shoot up in surprise. “You watch porn?”
“…Girls watch porn, too, Haechan.” You scoff, and he shakes his head dismissively.
“I know girls watch porn.” He counters, his gaze dragging down your body so intently that you could almost swear you feel his eyes on you. “I didn’t know you watch porn.” He takes a moment to process the new information before his eyes darken and his lips curl into a beguiling smile. “What kind of porn do you watch?”
“I’m not telling you that!” You exclaim indignantly, almost dropping the joint in surprise before you can pass it to him.
“Do you touch yourself when you watch it?“ He asks in a dangerously soft voice.
“No, Haechan. I watch it for the incredible cinematography and engaging plot lines.” You quip sarcastically, and he snickers. “Obviously, I watch it for that reason.”
“…Show me how.” You look up in surprise as the words finish leaving his mouth and he’s staring at you with hooded, dark eyes, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip. “Show me how you touch yourself.”
“Absolutely not!” You squawk indignantly. “Have you lost your mind?”
“Aww, come on,” He coos, smiling wider. “What’s a little secret show between friends?”
“We’re friends now?” You blurt out without thinking, and could slap your hand over your face in anguish at the way his eyes twinkle like you’ve walked directly into a trap.
“I don’t know,” He lilts playfully, pausing to take a drag and blow a series of smoke rings out the window. “If we’re not friends, then what are we?”
“…I’m cold,” You lie, avoiding the topic entirely and standing up from the windowsill. He jerks his chin towards his bed and you sit on it, getting comfortable. For some reason, you didn’t expect Haechan to follow you to his bed, but that’s exactly what he does, the male sitting right next to you and shooting you a teasing little smirk.
“I’m cold, too.” He defends himself, and you roll your eyes.
“I’m keeping my eyes on you.” You mutter skeptically, and he leans over, nudging your shoulder with his.
“I like having your eyes on me.” He replies, entirely shameless in his delivery, and you blink in surprise, stammering uselessly before giving up and looking down at your lap.
“I, uh…I think the joint’s basically done,” You point out quietly, and he looks down at the now minuscule remnant, nodding in agreement and stubbing it out on the ashtray.
“I’m gonna roll another one,” He murmurs thoughtfully, casting you a side glance. “You want some?”
“I might; I don’t know yet.” You mumble, feeling plenty high with the amount you’ve already taken in, and he nods understandingly.
“No pressure, okay?” He says softly, and you smile at him, a nervous giggle bubbling past your lips that builds into full blown laughter at absolutely nothing. “I love when you get the giggles.” He remarks earnestly, a fond smile on his lips as he watches you try and fail to stifle your laughter; it may have started from nerves, but now you’re laughing at the fact that nothing’s funny, yet you can’t stop laughing. Your giggles persist as Haechan starts rolling the second joint, but come to an abrupt stop when Haechan brings it to his mouth and drags his tongue along the paper to seal it. Your mouth’s never felt drier than right now, your eyes trained on his wet, pink tongue longingly, and you look up at his eyes a moment before he looks at you.
“You like watching me lick the joint?” He asks with an amused smirk, and you’re not sure if it’s the weed pushing you to be honest or if you’re truly just sick of all the tension building up, but you nod in a daze. “Mm, yeah?” He murmurs suggestively. “Bet my tongue feels even better than it looks.”
“Sh-Shut up.” You mumble.
“Make me.” His challenging statement comes in the silence between songs and it feels as if it takes ages for the next song to play, the moment suspended in the thick silence between you two. “Come on…” He purrs, leaning closer to you with a devious smile. “You know you want it, too.”
“T-Too?” Your voice comes out as a squeak as you try to reposition yourself as subtly as possible, bringing your back off of the wall behind you and instead turning so you’re fully facing Haechan. He’s all too eager to mirror your actions, the two of you now facing each other on his bed, both of your legs crossed.
“‘Too?’” He copies your voice, smirking in amusement, before leaning in towards you. You lean back nervously, and his smile just widens as he crawls towards you, pursuing you until you’re on your back and he’s hovering over you. “Yeah, too.” When you nervously avert your gaze, he makes a cute little noise of disappointment, pouting at you when you look back at him. “I thought you were keeping those pretty eyes on me, angel?”
“…Are you making fun of me?” You ask for what feels like the millionth time this evening, and Haechan just laughs quietly.
“Yes.” He murmurs, and his lips are on yours without another moment to waste. You suppose you knew it was coming, but you squeal in surprise anyway, the sound melting into a moan when Haechan cups your face, his hand slowly gliding to caress the back of your neck. “Wait,” He mumbles against your lips, sitting up and leaning his back against the wall. “C’mere.”
“Huh?” In your aroused, drug-induced haze, you completely miss the cue he throws at you, and he grins, leaning forward to grab your hand and pull you up, guiding you towards him.
“Get,” He mutters insistently, “your cute little ass over here.” He practically yanks you into his lap and you land clumsily against his chest, your hands barely holding yourself up. His hands roam over your bare thighs greedily as you move to straddle him, and when you stop at a slight hover over his lap, he grunts, “I want to feel you,” and tugs on your hips until you’re sitting directly on his lap, both of you letting out a sound of pleasure at the feeling of your bodies pressed together.
“Fuck, want you so bad.” He groans, pulling you in for another kiss by the back of your neck. His thumb strokes your cheek gently and rhythmically as he sucks on your bottom lip, nibbling the flesh lightly, his free hand roaming up your thigh and hiking up your skirt.
“Need you, Haechan,” You gasp, and he grins widely, his hand slipping between your legs. When you moan and rock your hips down on his hand, he grunts appreciatively and sponges wet kisses from your lips to just behind your ear, his lips brushing the lobe gently.
“Always thought you were out of my league, you know,” Haechan murmurs against your skin, and you shake your head vehemently. “I did,” He insists, and you shake your head again.
“I’m not out of your league.” You pant as his fingers slip into your underwear, finding the small bud nestled in your folds and swirling his arousal-coated fingers around it slowly.
“You are,” He insists, tweaking your clit like a button and grinning when you inhale sharply. “I’m taking advantage of you,” He coos, kissing down your neck and sucking at a spot just above your collarbone, “and your momentary lapse of judgment.”
“Haechan, stop saying that—”
“Be quiet,” Haechan shushes you, “and kiss me before you come to your senses.” The irony isn’t lost on you as his fingers gradually wind you up more and more and bring you further and further from your sensibility, leaving you desperate and wanting. You kiss him eagerly, whining against his lips when he licks into your mouth and wraps his lips around your tongue to suck. The hand gripping your neck slides down your front and up your shirt, snaking first to your back and unclipping your bra with ease before returning to your front to cup your breast.
“That was easy,” You manage to mumble, and he smiles into your kiss.
“I’m good with my hands,” He hums. “Wanna see?” His voice lowers slightly, a suggestive lilt to his delivery, and you nod before you even know you’re doing it, subtly spreading your legs wider to invite him to touch you further. He lets out a breathless laugh before his hand up your shirt snakes around to your front and cups your breast, kneading the flesh and digging his fingers into the mound. “Take this off.” He urges, yanking at the hem of your shirt, and you oblige, pulling back slightly to pull it over your head. The second a new inch of skin is revealed, Haechan’s lips are all over it, sucking and licking at the swell of your breasts, your collarbones, your shoulders, and he pushes your bra straps off your shoulders impatiently, snatching your bra off and tossing it where you dropped your shirt.
“Haechan,” You whine, bucking upwards into his hand as his fingers leisurely swirl around your clit. He chuckles, fingers dipping lower to tease at your entrance but not push in just yet. “Please,” You say desperately, and he coos fondly at you, tugging at your nipple and relishing the squeal you let out.
“Please, what?” He teases, and you sit back, glaring at him.
“I’m sitting on your lap half-naked with one of your hands up my skirt.” You say slowly. “Don’t be dense.”
“Maybe I want to hear you use your words.” He replies, both hands moving to glide up and down your sides, groping at your hips and thighs.
“Don’t make me say it,” You complain, and he grins, leaning forward to brush his lips against yours.
“That’s exactly what I’m making you do.” He taunts, flicking his tongue against your bottom lip. When you whine softly, his gaze darkens and excitement travels down your spine and warm desire blooms in your lower abdomen and between your legs. As if he can feel it, he presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing small circles into it and grinning when you rock your hips into his touch.
“Touch me,” You exhale, unable to wait for much longer, and he raises an eyebrow.
“I am touching you.”
“Oh, my God—”
“You’re doing so well, baby,” He assures you, smiling fondly up at you. “Just tell me a little more.”
“…Can you touch me more?” You ask softly, and he licks his bottom lip, staring up at you with dark eyes. “Under my clothes.” You add, and he chuckles, his hand on your breast sliding down to grip your hip and guide your slow, undulating movements against his lap. He lifts his hips up to meet yours and you let out a loud gasp, your hands falling to his shoulders.
“I can do that for you,” He agrees, and you nibble your bottom lip when he slips his hand into your underwear, fingers dipping below your clit to gather your wetness onto his fingers. “Who are you this wet for, hm?”
“You,” You hum dreamily, a dopey smile on your lips as you watch the male under you slowly lose his mind at the feeling of your slick folds. “Only you.”
“Yeah, you’ve definitely lost your mind,” Haechan breathes, staring up at you in awe. “And you’re gonna make me lose mine if you keep it up.”
“Haechan,” You huff, and he coos sweetly, tilting his head up to slot his lips with yours. Your kiss slowly turns into a slack-jawed pant against his lips as his fingers tease at your entrance and around your clit, tweaking the bud between his fingers.
“Kinda wanna make you cum on my lap right now,” Haechan mumbles thoughtfully, and you nod, nails digging into his shoulders slightly. “You want that?” He teases, and you frown, sighing in aggravation.
“Yes, Haechan.” You insist, rocking against him for good measure. His free hand is quick to guide you, rocking you against him harder and deeper, slowing your motions down until you can feel every delicious movement of his clothed length pressing against your core. “Please?”
“God, so fucking cute when you beg.” He grunts, bucking his hips upwards into you. A broken moan escapes you and he presses his lips to your neck, sucking, licking, and kissing. His fingers around your clit rub faster and he smiles against your skin when his name slips from your lips plaintively. “Y’know what?” He mumbles, and you blink down at him blearily. “Lie down for me.” He gently guides you to lie down on his bed, his pillow’s comforting scent of his shampoo and conditioner and, admittedly, weed surrounding you and soothing your pounding heart. “I want you to show me how you touch yourself.” He urges, and your eyes widen when he gingerly spreads your thighs enough to tug your underwear down and off of your legs.
“Oh, my God–” You mumble, covering your face in shame as your cheeks heat up, and he’s quick to shush you, gently looping his fingers around your wrists and bringing them down to rest by your hips.
“It’s okay, baby.” He murmurs comfortingly. He sits back on his bed, studying you with fascination before reaching over you slightly to grab the joint he was rolling. “Give me something pretty to look at while I roll?” He coaxes, and you whimper in defeat, spreading your legs a bit wider before bringing your hand between your legs. His gaze darkens and his movements falter slightly as he watches you, making heat rush to your face, but you swallow your nerves and trail two tentative fingers around your clit, tensing when you brush its sensitive underside. “Yeah, just like that,” He mumbles distractedly, voice low and thick with arousal.
“Haechan,” You whine, starting to rub tighter, more confident circles around the fleshy bud and Haechan’s body jolts slightly when your breath hitches in desire.
“Keep going, baby,” He urges, and your head tips back, your free hand moving to grab at your chest, squeezing your breast and pinching the nipple, gently rolling it between your fingers. His muscle memory comes in handy as he rolls the joint all without looking away from you, eyes trained to the sight that is your glistening fingers stroking your clit. “Talk to me; tell me what you do when you’re all alone touching your pretty little pussy.”
“Um,” You exhale shakily, your core clenching around nothing from his praise. “I just rub it in circles like this,” Your voice pitching upwards when you bump your clit again, and Haechan sucks in a sharp breath, nodding encouragingly. “Sometimes I touch myself here,” You’re practically slurring your words as you squeeze your breast again, the arousal clouding your mind, and Haechan looks every bit as affected as you feel, leaning towards you with every shaky breath you let out.
“Keep going,” Haechan coaxes, setting the finished joint aside on the rolling tray and leaning forward more, his hand grazing up your leg from your ankle to your skirt, flipping it up and out of the way. “That’s better,” He purrs, grinning up at you.
“Then I speed up—like this—” You whine, and he licks his lips when your hips buck up towards your hand. “And it feels so good—Haechan, I’m not gonna last for long—”
“Nah, fuck it,” Haechan mutters, lurching forward and settling between your thighs. He snatches your hand away and, before you can protest the lack of stimulation, replaces your fingers with his tongue, rapidly circling your clit with greedy, hot strokes.
“Oh, shit–” You gasp, voice embarrassingly whiny and breathy as he laps at your arousal. You draw back from him in surprise, and he tsks in disapproval, hands gripping your thighs.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” He teases, forcing your legs back apart and pinning them in place. “Not after I’ve already gotten a taste.”
Your head falls back against the headboard as he laps at your pussy. His hand slides over to your hip, lacing his fingers with yours as he flicks his tongue over your clit quickly.
“Feels so good,” You whine, and he nods, groaning into your wetness before bringing his free hand up your leg and to your entrance, tracing around it to gather your slick before pushing two fingers into you and curling them to press against the bundle of nerves along your inner walls that has you crying out loudly.
“Right there?” He asks with a muffled chuckle, and you nod vigorously as he sucks your clit into his mouth, massaging the underside with his tongue as he fucks his fingers into you.
“God, fuck,” You pant. His eyes are practically boring into yours at this point, the male greedily drinking up your taste and your reactions as he delivers wet lash after lash to your core, his fingers making an embarrassingly loud wet noise with every thrust into you.
“Want you to cum,” He mutters dazedly against your clit, and the vibrations draw a sharp whine from your throat, a breathy assent tumbling from your lips. “Mm, yeah?” He looks up at you with a grin before flicking his tongue in the air in your direction and returning his mouth to your core.
“Gonna cum,” You exhale loudly, and he growls against your skin, fingers speeding up to evoke poorly restrained moans as you hit your peak, whimpering his name repeatedly as pleasure floods your system. It’s not until you open your eyes—which you didn’t know you had closed—and look down at Haechan that you notice just how hungry his stare is.
“Stay right there,” He urges, pulling his fingers from you and slipping them into his mouth, much to your embarrassment. “Looking so fucking pretty,” He mumbles in awe, seemingly unaware of the way you squirm shyly under his intense gaze. He reaches for the previously abandoned joint and puts it between his lips, taking a moment to light the end of it and take a long drag. When he pulls the joint from his lips, he exhales slowly, blowing smoke rings towards the window.
“Show off,” You mutter with a smile, and he grins.
“Only for you, pretty. Want some?” He offers, and you sit up slightly to take a hit, but he shakes his head and gingerly presses on your shoulder to push you back into a lying position. “Take it like this.” His voice is barely above a murmur before he takes another long drag and leans over you, stubbing the joint out and sealing his lips over yours. Your eyes widen briefly in surprise before your eyelids start feeling heavy from desire and the weed traveling through your system. Haechan exhales the smoke into your mouth, tilting your chin up towards him, and licks at your bottom lip, his tongue slipping in to taste you.
You can taste yourself on his tongue, the realization making you feel dirty in the best of ways, and he cups your face, his thumb stroking your cheek as you feel the residual warmth of the joint between his fingers dangerously close to your skin. As if he can sense your concern, Haechan pulls back slightly, shifting his gaze to his nightstand where he moves to place the joint.
“Haechan?” You murmur when his lips meet yours again, the male gently sucking on your bottom lip.
“Mm?”
“I need you.”
“I’m all yours.” He teases, and you groan in frustration, canting your hips up into his.
“Inside of me.” You emphasize, and you can practically taste his smile of satisfaction. “Please?” You try weakly, and an appreciative hum sounds from deep in his chest.
“Anything for you, baby.” He rocks back onto his knees and slowly, almost tauntingly, undoes his pants as he quietly sings along to the Post Malone song playing through his speakers. “Oh, girl, I like you, I do,” He sings to you with a dopey smile that only widens when you giggle up at him.
“Hurry up,” You whine through your laughter, and he waves you off, finally freeing his length from the confines of his sweats. He raises one eyebrow, grinning smugly when your eyes go wide at the sight of his hand wrapped around the base of his cock. “Oh,” You mumble, breathless.
“Oh.” He mimics you with a chuckle, nudging your knees apart and moving to situate himself at your entrance. He stops for a moment as if he’s forgotten something and leans over to his nightstand, reaching for his top drawer. When he pulls back with a condom in hand, you gently take it from him and place it back down on the nightstand.
“I want to feel you,” You lilt, hooking your legs around the backs of his thighs. “All of you.”
“You’re gonna drive me fucking crazy,” Haechan exhales in awe, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance and rubbing it up and down your folds, collecting your arousal. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” You breathe, and he pushes into you slowly, hissing as he bottoms out and your walls tighten around him. “So big,” You mewl, nails digging into his back, and he groans loudly, his head falling back.
“So fuckin’ tight,” He mutters through clenched teeth, and he pulls out of you slowly, pushing back in until you stop him with a hand pressed to his stomach.
“Too much,” You breathe out, and his brows furrow sympathetically.
“C’mere,” He suggests, pulling out of you and pulling you towards him until he’s sitting against the wall and you’re straddling his lap. “Let’s try like this?” He offers, and you nod, swallowing thickly as you ease yourself back down onto his length. The stretch is slightly more bearable than before, the control he’s given you helping you cope with his sheer size, and you lift your hips back up and tentatively start to bounce in his lap, his hands gripping your hips to guide you. “Pussy feels so good around my cock, baby.”
“Feels so good,” You echo, too overwhelmed to come up with your own words. Haechan’s fingers snake up to grope at your chest, the male leaning forward to wrap his lips around your nipple and suck, pretty brown eyes studying your blissed-out expression as he laps at your nipple.
After some time, Haechan switches to your other breast and repeats his actions, sucking happily. You rest one hand on his shoulder and the other on top of his hand on your hip, Haechan not hesitating to turn his palm upwards and hold your hand.
“Doing so well, baby,” He coos, sponging damp kisses up from your breast to your neck, lips attaching to your neck and sucking greedily.
When you start rocking your hips forward with every downward movement, your clit starts receiving some of the friction you’ve been craving, and a small shudder of relief travels down your spine as that tugging sensation in your lower abdomen starts to build.
“Listen to how wet you are,” He purrs in your ear before nibbling at the lobe, and you cry out weakly, your walls clenching around him as the wet sounds of his length moving inside of you become more prominent in the room. “Sounds so fucking hot.” Your nails bite into his shoulder and he hisses in a mix of pain and pleasure, turning his head inward to kiss your wrist.
“Haechan, I’m close,” You whine, and he nods, using his hand on your hip to guide you when your movements start to falter.
“I’m right behind you,” He grunts, and with a well-timed suck at the spot behind your ear, he brings you to your peak again with a loud moan of his name, Haechan swearing in a hiss as he finishes inside of you, his eyes screwing shut tightly. Slowly, your hips come to a stop, settling down so his cock is fully sheathed in your warmth, and his eyes reopen slowly to focus on you with bliss etched in his every feature. “You’re amazing.” He mumbles, and you smile widely, leaning forward to kiss him briefly on the lips.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” You reply as casually as possible, and he laughs incredulously, narrowing his eyes at you playfully.
“‘Not too bad,’ huh?” He echoes, and you nod, smiling widely. “I’m gonna need to do better than that, then, huh?” When you shrug, he raises his eyebrows as if to say “Is that so?”
“Maybe,” You answer with a teasing grin, and he matches your expression, pulling you in for another heated kiss by the back of your neck.
“Good thing I have all night to do even better.”
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“Mark, please tell me you’re joking.” You’re positive your frown can be heard in your voice as you whine into your phone.
“I really wish I was,” Mark groans, the now muffled words most likely meaning that Mark’s just clapped his hand over his face. “Coach says we’re gonna be stuck here until the mechanic from the next town over can get here to fix the bus.”
“Why would you guys go to an away game in a town so small it doesn’t even have emergency services?” You ask in disbelief.
Mark sighs. “I don’t know, but you know how this goes; Coach says ‘jump’ and the whole ice hockey team says ‘how high?’”
Huffing, you glower at your phone like he can see you. “Wimps, all of you.”
“Oh, yeah? Tell that to Chaewon.” He suggests, and you’re suddenly glad he can’t see your face fall.
“Oh, boy…how’s she holding up?” You ask hesitantly, and your question is answered when the tell-tale sound of a notorious Chaewon Tirade filters in from the background. You wince, feeling for the poor recipient getting chewed out by her, and realize that the sound of her ranting is getting louder.
“…I mean, honestly, Coach, what did you expect when you take a rickety old bus, drive it for miles without getting a check up before we left in the first place, like I suggested to you—hello?” Chaewon’s rampage comes to a screeching halt when she realizes it’s you on the other end of the phone. “I’m guessing you heard that…” Her pout is audible through the phone, your irate best friend now sounding more like an upset child.
“I sure did,” You snicker. “Cannot believe you regularly yell at Coach Park.”
“I think I’m the only person he lets yell at him.” She whispers back, and you laugh. “I made him book us hotel rooms so we can stay here overnight until the mechanic comes tomorrow and we can get the hell out of here, so we’ll be seeing a lot of each other and maybe he’ll finally get sick of me.”
“Just another day as the ice hockey team manager.” You joke, and Chaewon sighs deeply. “Is it still worth the credit?”
“It sure is! No homework, barely any actual work, and I get to yell at the teacher? So worth it.” She answers incredulously. She has a point, you realize, nodding in understanding to your audience of approximately no one. “Next year, you can be my assistant manager and get course credit, too!”
“We’ll see,” You reply with a smile that fades with your next words. “I’m bummed you guys can’t come to our sleepover. It’s tradition!” You sigh, pacing around your living room double-checking to see if there’s anything left to tidy up that you might have missed. You fluff a couch pillow and prop it up, patting it for good measure before continuing, “I mean, first Renjun has an art project due Monday, then you and Mark were gonna get here later because of the away game, but now you’re not coming at all,” You frown, “So now it’s just me, Haechan, Jaemin, and Jeno.”
“Well, that’s still fun! Chaotic, really, because Mark, Renjun and I regularly do damage control and run interference between you four, but definitely fun.” Chaewon’s attempts to console you end up helping more than her actual words, but you’re still downcast, picking invisible pieces of lint off of the other pillow on the opposite end of the couch.
“Are any of them there yet?” She asks, and you sigh.
“Nope,” You mutter. “Jaemin and Jeno have to finish some project they’re doing at the library, and who even knows where Haechan–” Your doorbell rings, and you flinch at the unexpected sound. “Hold on one second,” You murmur into the phone, making your way to the front door as Chaewon hums in acknowledgement. You look through the peephole and swing your door open. “It’s just you.” You sigh in relief as Haechan stands before you, duffel bag in hand.
“I think I deserve a little more excitement than saying it’s ‘just’ me.” Haechan narrows his eyes at you, a playful glint to them, and breezes past you, kicking off his shoes in your hallway and dropping his duffel bag by the couch. Rolling your eyes, you shut and lock your front door, walking back to where Haechan sits on the couch, scrolling through his phone.
“Oh, my God!” You gasp in exaggerated excitement, bouncing up and down. “It’s Haechan,” You sigh dreamily into the phone, shooting Haechan a brow-raised look of “is that what you wanted?” and barely bite back a laugh at the retching noise Chaewon makes. Haechan lunges at you with one hand outstretched, ready to flick you on the forehead, and you yelp in alarm, darting around your couch so it’s separating the two of you.
“I’m gonna let you go before things get weird—or, should I say, weirder—and I have to bear witness to it.” She says with a shudder, but, if you’re being honest, you’re barely focusing on her words, your mind more preoccupied with dodging Haechan’s attempts to reach you. “Have fun tonight! Mark and I will see you tomorrow, hopefully.”
“Bye!” You say distractedly, thumb blindly tapping at the red call-ending button as you adjust your position for the third time, running around one side of the couch as Haechan chases you. “Haechan, it was a joke!”
“Too bad,” He replies easily, staring you down with a gaze so intent and determined it brings heat to your face. “This is what you get for being so bratty.”
“Aw, come on! That was barely bratty.” You defend yourself, huffing and crossing your arms. “You’ve seen me do worse.”
“So? That was then. This is now.”
“‘This is now,’” You mock his words in a high-pitched, nasal voice before you can stop yourself and swallow thickly when Haechan raises his brow in a challenge.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Haechan, it slipped out—” You start, but he’s not listening at all, his eyes darting around the living room and studying the layout as he undoubtedly brainstorms some sort of attack plan. He stops, finally, and looks directly at you with a sly smile that definitely doesn’t bode well for you before he darts forward. You shriek and make a run for it just as he’s about to vault over the couch to reach you, your legs autopiloting you into the kitchen.
Haechan’s hot on your heels, fingers still outstretched towards you. His fingertips graze the back of your shirt and you shriek, now startled enough for Haechan to surge forward and snag the fabric, curling his hand into a fist and yanking you back towards him. Your back collides with his chest none too gently, and you crane your head to look behind you at him with worry sitting in your throat like a lump.
“Hi,” You try, shooting him a sheepish smile over your shoulder.
“Shut up,” He scoffs, whirling you around and flicking you directly on the forehead before you can defend yourself. “That’s for the sarcasm earlier.” He says with a huff as you hiss in pain. “And that–”
“Ouch, damn it–”
“–is for mocking me just now.” He smiles tauntingly at you, and you glower at him, rubbing your sore forehead, now doubly so because Haechan had the audacity to flick you twice in the exact same spot and you don’t think he held back very much, if at all.
“You know what? Sleepover canceled for you.”
“What?!” He squawks indignantly, and you nod resolutely, pointing dramatically towards your front door.
“Yep, you’re uninvited! Get out of my apartment.” Jerking your chin towards the door, you wait not-so-patiently as Haechan complains loudly.
“Come on,” He groans, and you turn your nose up and away from him with a dramatic sniffle.
“That’s what you get for the cruel and unusual punishment you inflicted on me just now,” You decide, rubbing your forehead gingerly with a frown.
“It was two flicks to the forehead!”
“It hurt, you ass!”
“God, okay, what…um…” He trails off, lost in thought before a slow, flirtatious grin tugs at the corners of his mouth.
“Oh, boy.” You sigh loudly, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose to calm yourself. When you reopen them, you flinch at Haechan’s sudden proximity to you, and he chuckles as you glare at him.
“What if I offer to kiss it better?” He lilts, leaning closer to you with a wiggle of his brows.
“No.” Your flat reply doesn’t seem to discourage him, Haechan only stepping closer to you with a widening grin.
“Aw, come on,” He murmurs, his lips gradually making their way to your ear, “I bet you’d like it.”
“This is exactly why I need Mark around. Or Chaewon, or Renjun, or—really, anyone who’s not you.”
“Ouch.”
“Sorry,” You hum remorselessly. “But I’m right; this is why we shouldn’t be alone together—you just torment me.”
“You think we shouldn’t be alone together because I’m too attractive for your own good.” Haechan says smugly, and you snort derisively.
“I think we shouldn’t be alone together because you’re too sleazy for my own good, Haechan.” You counter smoothly, and you half-predicted Haechan’s offended gasp that rings out, but it still startles you all the same.
“I’m sleazy.” Haechan’s tone is flat and entirely disbelieving, staring you down. To his credit, the reality of the situation really is closer to his interpretation.
There’s always been some sort of tension between you and Haechan—you’d be lying if you said you didn’t swoon a bit when he pulled you against his chest earlier and when he cornered you in the kitchen—that manifests from time to time as lingering glances and touches, flirtatious remarks that land a bit too seriously, and an underlying desire neither of you can seem to shake.
“Yep. Sleazy.” You say, lying through your teeth as you drag out the syllables of the insult. “It’s a miracle you pull at all.”
“My reputation precedes me,” He answers with a smug edge to his defensiveness. “When you’re as good as I am, people line up around the block for a chance with you.”
“Maybe they just wanna witness the trainwreck that you are in person,” You snicker mischievously. “Y’know—up close and personal.”
“I get the feeling you wanna experience it for yourself.” Haechan’s smug grin damn near knocks you off of your feet from how dazzling it is, and you can’t help but acknowledge internally that he kind of has a point; you do kinda want to see for yourself, but you’re not exactly keen on admitting that right now.
“Shut up, you’re so obnoxious.” You huff, pushing his chest to move him back and away from you. He barely moves, his smile widening as he takes a step forward instead.
“Wrong direction,” You gripe.
“No, I’m pretty sure this is where I want to be,” He breathes out, seemingly distracted as his gaze slowly drops to your lips. An alarmed squeak escapes you and he chuckles. “Matter of fact, I think you want me here, too.”
“What?!” You exclaim indignantly, and he brings one hand to your mouth and presses a finger to your lips to silence you.
“Anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” He rolls his eyes and presses forward until he’s got you pressed up against the cool metal of your fridge, dark brown eyes boring into your own.
“No,” You counter, narrowing your eyes at him. “But I’m sure you get that a lot.” You jerk your head forward in an attempt to snap at his finger, and Haechan pauses, letting out a hollow chuckle as he pokes his tongue to the inside of his cheek and stares you down and you hate to admit it, but that was one of the most attractive things he’s ever done.
“You know what?” Haechan doesn’t give you a chance to answer before his free hand is wrapping around the base of your throat and squeezing—not too tight as to alarm you or truly choke you, but tight enough to make his hand’s presence impossible to ignore. The gasp that slips from your lips brings a wicked little smile to his face and he leans in closer so his lips are pressed against the back of the finger he’s holding against your mouth, the slender digit the only thing separating your lips. “You’re gonna regret that.” His warm breath fans over your lips and you swallow thickly, widened eyes darting between his temptingly parted lips and his intent stare.
You watch in a frozen fascination as Haechan slowly removes his finger from between you two, his lips now but a breath away, and watches you in turn. His hand trails from your face down your front, just lightly skimming over your stomach to draw out a sudden exhale from you, and to the hem of the large oversized shirt you’ve been wearing around the apartment. He watches your face with a challenge twinkling in his eyes as he slips his hand under your shirt, almost daring you to stop him. When his hand slides up to cup your breast through your thin, lacy bra, you just barely manage to bite back a whine, and he traces small circles around your nipple, soon pinching it lightly between two fingers and tugging, a triumphant grin curling his lips when you hiss, the sound a combination of surprise and desire.
“You look so pretty with my hand wrapped around your throat,” Haechan coos fondly, voice dripping with condescension, and you whine softly in despair, wanting him to just do something. “So fuckin’ pretty,” He whispers, almost to himself as he studies your reaction while he toys with your stiffened peak.
His lips are getting closer by the second, his head tilting slightly to the side, but when you lean in to meet him, his hand on your throat pushes you back against the fridge, moving you away from his gradually approaching lips. He leans in close enough that you could count every one of his lashes, and wets his bottom lip, the tip of his tongue ever-so-slightly grazing your own lip, and you whimper in anticipation, trying to lean forward again. Haechan scoffs under his breath and remains unyielding, your head still pinned against the fridge as he brings himself right up against you—surely any closer and you’d be kissing—and just…stops.
“Maybe I shouldn’t kiss you right now,” He murmurs, and you’re surprised to realize that you genuinely don’t want him to stop.
“Why?” You ask breathlessly, and he looks upwards as if in thought, his hand under your shirt starting to caress your breast, the male seemingly oblivious to the way your back arches, pushing your chest into his hand for more.
“Isn’t this kind of…y’know…sleazy of me?” He throws the word back in your face with such a smug tone, so unbearably cocky that your knees almost buckle. “I mean, I’ve got you pinned up against the fridge…my hand’s up your shirt and playing with your tits…and I’m about to kiss you. Sounds pretty sleazy to me,” He shrugs, actions both supporting and contradicting his words as he swirls his finger around your nipple again, flicking the bud.
“Haechan, please–”
“Can I tell you something, though?” He brings his lips to your ear and you freeze in place, barely managing a stiff nod. His soft chuckle sends warmth fanning over your skin and you shudder before he continues on, “I think you like it.”
“Wh—um,” You stammer, and he pulls back to grin at you, eyes scanning your face. “Well, I mean—”
“Yeah, I think you do,” He marvels softly, fingers tightening around your neck. “Practically choked yourself on my hand trying to kiss me a moment ago,” Haechan points out and your face burns as you’re rendered speechless. “Bet if I put my hand between your legs–” He starts, and you whine loudly in embarrassment, Haechan continuing on louder, “you’d be nice and wet for me,” He finishes with a proud little smile, murmuring, “I thought so,” when you don’t respond, your gaze averted in shame.
“Haechan–” You start, and he shushes you, tongue peeking out to lick at your upper lip.
“You like this? Hm? Like how it feels when your sleazy friend Haechan feels you up with one hand and chokes you with the other?”
“Yes,” You whimper, and he coos affectionately at your worked-up state.
“What if sleazy Haechannie slips his hand down here, hm?” He brings his hand out from under your shirt and toys with the waistband of your shorts. Thankfully, before you have to ask, he pushes into your pants, fingers deftly navigating down to your heated core and cupping it through your damp underwear, digging the heel of his palm into your clit and grinning as you writhe under his touch. “I think you like that, too.” The smugness in his voice is almost palpable but you don’t even have your wits about you enough to feel shame or indignance, lust clouding your mind and leaving you dizzy and desiring.
“Stop teasing,” You exhale, and he raises an eyebrow, leaning in so your lips are almost touching. At the same time, he tightens his grip around your neck slightly and pushes you against the fridge harder so you can’t move towards him, and you whine in desperation. “Please?” You try, and he flicks his gaze up to you, intrigue twinkling in his eyes.
“Please…what?” He asks tauntingly, head cocked to the side curiously.
“Do something, fuck, please–” You don’t even get to finish your plea before he’s surging forward with a growl and connecting your lips. A drawn out whine escapes you as you all but melt into him, lips parting easily as his tongue nudges between them and sneaks into your mouth for a taste of you.
“Such a little tease,” Haechan grunts against your lips, releasing your core and massaging your clit with two nimble fingers. “Always knew you wanted this.”
You can’t even form words in response, your head lolling back in ecstasy as you let out a mix between a moan and a gasp, but Haechan doesn’t seem to mind, lips attaching to your neck as he kisses, sucks, and bites marks into your neck. You can only manage to moan, “No marking,” as he sucks, and he pulls back, mouth detaching from your skin with a wet noise, and stares at you with an unimpressed expression.
“You’re already marked,” He points out, tracing what must be the beginnings of a love bite forming on your neck with a proud grin. “I might as well get to finish.”
“…Fine,” You give in, and he beams, leaning forward and kissing you again, lips slotting between yours easily as he nips at your lip. Groaning when you rock into his hand desperately, Haechan trails wet kisses down your neck and sucks hard at the base of your throat, a mark surely blooming from his efforts.
“Want them to wonder who did this to you,” Haechan grunts, and you can only keen weakly in response, fingernails scratching at his shirt in a feeble attempt to pull him closer to you. “Make them wish they’d gotten to you first.” His words sink in a moment later, a confused hum bubbling up and out from inside of you at the notion that Jeno and Jaemin have not-so-platonic feelings for you. Haechan doesn’t give you much time to process what he’s said, the male growing greedier for your reactions and pushing your underwear to the side, guiding two fingers into your clenching entrance. “Whole time, you and I know who did this to you; don’t we, pretty?”
“Y-Yeah,” You moan weakly, and Haechan chuckles, the sound’s darkened edge sending a chill of excitement down your spine.
“Who did this to you?” Haechan nips at the mark on the base of your neck, and you cry out with a jolt.
“You did,” You answer breathlessly, your mind going fuzzy as Haechan’s fingers stroke along your inner walls, finding your most sensitive spot with ease and proceeding to send his fingers thrusting directly into it.
“Mm-mm,” He hums, dissatisfied. “I wanna hear you say my name.”
“Haechan–” You give in immediately, your desperation building as his fingers bring you closer and closer to your climax.
“Again.”
“Haechan–” You can barely get the last syllable out before Haechan seals his mouth over yours with a barely restrained groan, his fingers diligently pumping in and out of you as he plays with your tongue. “Gonna cum,” You pant, voice higher-pitched and embarrassingly whiny, and he hums in acknowledgement.
“I should probably stop,” He pulls back to say, feigning a pout, and you glare at him in disbelief.
“Don’t you dare.”
“But look at us,” Haechan presses, and you whimper as your hips rock down onto his fingers. “Isn’t this sleazy of me?”
“Haechan, I’m sorry–”
“You’re sorry?” He asks slowly, smugness creeping into his voice. “So you don’t want me to stop?” He continues, and when you shake your head vehemently, he makes a noise of understanding. “You like that, don’t you? Sleazy Haechannie’s fingers feel so good stuffed deep in your tight little pussy, right?” He purrs, and you let out as quiet of a wail as you can manage.
“Yes, Haechan, please just let me cum–” You’re more than exasperated at this point and Haechan must notice, because he closes his mouth over yours in a passionate kiss, occasionally stopping to bite or suck at your bottom lip.
“Cum for me, pretty. That’s it, fuck, just like that.” With his lips on yours muffling the moans you let out, Haechan urges you to the edge of your climax, eyes bright with an almost wild desire as he watches you tip over the brink. Your orgasm comes in a rush of ecstasy and electricity, adrenaline flooding through your veins as you cry Haechan’s name loudly and breathlessly whisper a string of swears, your nails digging into his shoulder in an attempt to ground yourself.
“Oh, my God,” You exhale shakily as he slowly pulls his hand from your underwear, your flustered gaze immediately darting elsewhere when you get a glimpse of the clear strings of your arousal clinging to his fingers. You peek back at him only to catch his fingers moving towards his mouth, averting your gaze again with a scandalized yelp. No amount of looking away, however, stops Haechan from flattening his body against yours, pressing you between himself and the fridge.
“Watch me.” He orders quietly, and you begrudgingly drag your gaze back to his face, astonished eyes widening when he slips his fingers in his mouth to clean them off. “You taste good,” Haechan groans, releasing his grip on your throat and studying you with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Stop staring at me like that.” You huff, and he raises an eyebrow, warning you to tread with caution.
“You know, I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter like the cute little fuckdoll I know you are,” He retorts, moving to grab your hips with both hands and massaging little circles into the flesh as he watches you in fascination. “Watch your tone and don’t push your luck.”
“I’m not a fuckdoll,” You protest, and Haechan just scoffs, gripping your hips tighter and turning you around with no regard for the startled yelp you let out, positioning you so your back is to his chest and your front is pressed up against the counter just beside the fridge. “Hae–Haechan, what are you doing?” You ask in a sort of post-climax daze still tinged with alarm, but Haechan yanks your shorts down to your knees, startling you into silence.
“What do you think I’m doing?” Haechan huffs under his breath, knocking your legs as far apart as they’ll go. “‘M fucking you,” He coos teasingly in your ear before pushing between your shoulder blades to flatten your torso to the counter.
“I thought you were holding back—”
“I changed my mind.”
You don’t have it in you to respond, instead resting your cheek on the cool countertop in complacency, and Haechan chuckles.
“That’s it,” He coaxes, simultaneously guiding the head of his cock to nestle between your folds. He pushes in slowly, a relieved breath whooshing from you as his length gradually fills you up. Your relief turns to alarm when you realize you feel full and he’s not done, and you whimper, reaching back to press a hand to his stomach reflexively. “Move your hand.” He grunts, and you shake your head worriedly, whining in panic. “Why are you stopping me, hm?” He strokes your back soothingly and you relax slightly, craning your head to look back at him.
“It’s too much,” You manage to get out, and he snickers.
“Too much? Am I too big, pretty?” He coos, feigning sympathy as he cruelly pushes in more, and you gasp loudly, pushing harder against his stomach. “Move your hand.”
“But–”
“Move it.” He says in a warning tone as if daring you to keep your hand there. After a moment of hesitation, you comply, moving your hand slowly. As soon as he sees an opportunity, he pushes into you fully, a low groan from him meeting your choked whimper. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Haechan hisses, and his fingers dig into your hips as he strains himself trying not to thrust into you.
“You can move, I think,” You murmur carefully, regretting it the second he does. Your hand flies back to stop him with a rushed, “Wait–”
He doesn’t give you a chance to make contact with his stomach, instead snatching your wrist and pressing it to your back.
“Relax,” Haechan purrs. “I’ll make it feel really good.” His promise does little to ease your worries, especially considering the way he’s digging his fingers into your hips as if restraining himself from moving inside of you.
“I–” You start, but he shushes you patronizingly as he pulls out slowly and pushes into you again. “Oh, fuck,” You whimper, your walls clenching around him as he moves inside of you.
“That’s it, take it like a good girl,” He mutters under his breath, and you cry out when he slides his hand up to grope your breast and tweak your nipple between his fingers. He pinches, twists, flicks, and tugs the erect bud with every thrust he makes until you’re a panting, teary-eyed mess under him, your jaw going slack from all the sensations.
You’re utterly trapped, stuck between Haechan’s body and the hard countertop, and the revelation comes with a wave of arousal when you realize you’re essentially at his mercy, your eyes glazing over as your body practically goes limp.
“Yeah, relax, pretty,” He coos, his hand abandoning your hip and finding itself between your legs to massage circles into your clit. “Take me nice and deep—feel so fucking good.” He grunts through gritted teeth. “So good at taking cock, aren’t you? Just a pretty little thing who needs her holes filled.”
“No—” You start to protest, but a well-placed thrust from Haechan has your mind scrambling, any and all words dying on your tongue.
“Mm, yes,” He hums, a grin audible in his voice. “Just a pretty little fuckdoll—my pretty fuckdoll—who loves getting fucked cock-dumb by her sleazy friend in her kitchen up against her fridge.” He stills his hips and you move to whip your head around to look at him, whining when he turns your head back to face forward.
“I said–fuck, Haechan–I said sorry,” You cry out, and he chuckles.
“Not forgiven yet.” He groans, and you can tell he wants to move just as badly as you want him to. You retaliate by clenching around him repeatedly, relishing the choked moan he lets out.
“What do I have to do?” You plead desperately, and he leans forward, lips by your ear.
“Cum all over my cock and I’ll consider forgiving you.” He purrs, resuming his thrusts to your relief. “So fucking tight, fuck—so good at taking cock—is that all you’re good for?”
“No,” You protest, but Haechan’s not having it.
“My cock feels so good with your pussy wrapped around it nice and tight.” He groans, biting down on your shoulder. “Gonna have to do a lot more convincing if you want me to think you’re good for anything else.”
“God, fuck you,” You huff through gritted teeth, not caring in the moment what might happen to you for snapping at him, but Haechan just chuckles.
“You already are.” His reply is smug and filled with challenge, daring you to reply, but you don’t take the bait, instead digging your nails into your palm to stop yourself from crying out again.
“Oh, shit, I’m so close–” You gasp, and Haechan massages circles into your clit, ushering in your climax as your mind goes blank and your eyes are forced shut from the pleasure. Your jaw going slack, you can only whimper Haechan’s name as pleasure courses through your body, and he moans, fucking you intently through your climax until you’ve ridden it for as far as it’ll go before speeding up.
“God, I never thought I’d hear you say my name like that,” He murmurs in awe. “That’s so fucking hot. And now? It’s my turn.” He grunts, a smile audible in his voice as his thrusts escalate to an almost brutal pace, each powerful stroke accompanied by a moan that fills your now blank mind with clouds of desire. “Gonna let me cum in you, pretty?”
“Yeah,” You exhale with a vigorous nod, and he hums appreciatively before bottoming out in you, hips stilling as he releases into you. You two remain like that for another moment before he pulls out of you, releasing his grip on you and rubbing your back gingerly.
“You good?” He asks breathlessly, and you nod again, looking over your shoulder and smiling at him. “Would help if you said something.” He jokes lightly, and you join in on his chuckle as you turn around, reaching down to pull your underwear and shorts back up.
“I’m great,” You assure him, and he visibly relaxes, a wide smile overtaking his features.
“Not so sleazy now, am I?” He teases, and you roll your eyes.
“Let it go!” You’re about to say more, but a random sniff of the air has you wrinkling up your nose in distaste. It smells like sweat and sex, and that’s gotta go if you plan to have more people over.
“Haechan, pass me that air freshener?” You ask, looking pointedly at the can on the counter nearest to him and he jerks his head back in confusion before obliging, tucking himself back into his pants. You promptly go berserk spraying everywhere and accidentally give Haechan a face full of air freshener, making him cough and splutter.
“What are you spraying, you crazy woman?” Haechan chokes out, and you turn to glower at him.
“The smell of sex away!”
“It does not smell like sex,” Haechan scoffs, rolling his eyes, and you glare at him, lifting your hand and spraying him directly in the chest. “Hey, you little brat!”
“If Jeno and Jaemin come in and figure out what we did here, things are gonna get super awkward.” You explain worriedly.
Haechan snorts. “You’re telling me.”
“…What?”
“…Nothing.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Nothing.” He insists in a singsong voice, and you roll your eyes.
“Haechan, tell me!” You groan, and he shakes his head resolutely.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” He assures you cryptically, patting the top of your head patronizingly.
“What do you mean by that—oh, shit!” You cut yourself off with a yell of surprise when someone knocks loudly at your front door, and you shoot a panicked glance to a very unbothered Haechan. “Haechan, be a man and get the door.” You urge in a loud whisper, and Haechan stares blankly at you, unimpressed.
“It’s probably just Jeno and Jaemin,” He points out.
“Then you should have no problem getting it,” You counter with a furrowed brow, and he groans before turning on his heel and heading out of sight to your front door. The door opens and you can just make out Haechan’s voice greeting the mystery party, your grip on your air freshener loosening in relief. “Haechan, who is it?”
“Three large, burly criminals,” Haechan drawls in a bored tone. “They’ve got me at knifepoint.”
“Haechan, you’re not funny.” You call back, annoyed.
“Who’s being funny?” Haechan answers back defensively. “They told me they’re going to do…how did they put it? Oh, yeah—‘so much crime.’ They said they would do all of the crimes right now in your apartment.”
“You’re the worst.” You gripe as Haechan, Jeno, and Jaemin round the corner of your hallway, your mouth cracking into a relieved grin as you recognize your friends. “Hey, guys.”
“Hi, scaredy-cat,” Haechan teases, flinching away at your sharp glare.
“I wasn’t talking to you, you were here already.” You wave Haechan off with a scoff. “And you just flinched away from the scaredy-cat, so what does that make you–”
“Will you two quit bickering, please?” Jaemin sighs loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. “You really are skittish, though,” He mumbles under his breath, mildly amused, and you gasp in betrayal as Haechan exclaims victoriously.
“Get out of my apartment.” You huff, crossing your arms.
“Be careful to close the door quietly though, so it doesn’t spook her.” Haechan snickers, and you whine loudly, slouching against the fridge.
“Oh, shut up,” Jeno pipes up, glowering at Haechan and Jaemin as he makes his way over to you and drapes his arm around your shoulders. “I think it’s cute,” He assures you, and you let out a soft, petulant hmph, not wanting to admit that Jeno calling you cute stirred up feelings in you that you didn’t know you had.
“Thanks,” You grouch. “Mark and Chaewon can’t make it, by the way.”
“Really? What happened at their away game?” Haechan asks, baffled.
You shrug. “Their bus broke down and the closest mechanic’s in the next town over and can’t come until the morning, so they’re staying at a hotel; that’s what they told me.”
“That sucks,” Jeno winces. “For them. Not us.”
“Yeah, now we get you all to ourselves. Chaewon always hogs you.” Jaemin winks in your direction, and you blink impassively at him. He sighs. “You’re still annoyed about the skittish thing—”
“I’m still annoyed about the skittish thing, yes.” You say, crossing your arms and leaning closer into Jeno’s warm side hug. Always a fan of physical affection, Jeno squeezes you and accepts readily when you curl into his side and wrap your arms around his waist in a full hug. “Jeno’s the only person here who actually treats me right.” You huff, turning your nose up disdainfully.
“Clearly someone else was treating you right recently,” Jaemin mutters under his breath, and you poke your head up to glare at him.
“What was that?”
“If the mark on your neck is anything to go by,” Jaemin says, jerking his chin in your direction, “I’d say someone else was treating you right recently.” His words are slow, playfully condescending and accompanied with a suggestive wiggle of his brows, and you frown, turning further into Jeno’s embrace.
“Everyone but Jeno…get out!” You cry dramatically, and Haechan and Jaemin protest immediately, their voices overlapping, but you drown them out easily as you look up at Jeno and smile widely, continuing with, “I bought chocolate milk, by the way.”
“No way!” Jeno’s whole face lights up, and you nod, releasing him to turn and open your fridge to him. “You’re the best.” He gushes excitedly, unwinding his arms from around you to reach in and grab the gallon.
“Yeah, to you,” Haechan grouches as he watches Jeno pour himself a cup of chocolate milk. Jeno pays him no mind.
“She’s a little menace to non-Jeno people.” Jaemin continues, and you blink at them impassively.
“I’m sweet to Chaewon, Mark, and Renjun.” You point out. “It’s just you two.”
“Well, aren’t we special.” Jaemin drawls sarcastically, and you fake a sweet smile.
“Sure are. Now don’t break anything; I’m gonna take a shower.” You warn them, and Haechan raises an eyebrow at you, a secretive smile on his face out of sight of both Jeno and Jaemin.
“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” He asks, staring you down, and you can’t help but squirm on the spot, his intense gaze reminding you of when he had his hands all over you just minutes before Jeno and Jaemin arrived.
“I feel like showering,” You say, guarded as you meet his gaze levelly.
“But why—”
“I can’t hear you! Gonna go shower!” You call out over your shoulder as you make your way to your room. Shutting the door behind you, you let out a loud breath of relief.
If Haechan insists on being difficult the whole weekend, you’re really going to have your work cut out for you.
“Jeno, you’re so clumsy,” You chuckle fondly, turning the male so his back’s against the sink counter and he’s facing you. You reach around him to wet the rag in your hand, moving to blot his shirt free of the stain. Somehow in his excited chocolate milk consumption, Jeno managed to spill a good portion of it onto his shirt, so you led him to your bathroom to help him get the stain out.
“Good thing I have you to help me,” He replies sweetly, his eyes crinkling as he smiles at you only to wince at the feeling of the cold, wet rag against his skin.
“Sorry!” You apologize, and he shakes his head with a smile before gently moving your hands away from him. “What are you d–oh,” You ask, trailing off when Jeno reaches behind him, grasps the back of his shirt at the base of his neck, and pulls it over his head, leaving you to gawk at his shirtless, very toned form.
“That way you can clean it without me squirming under the shirt,” He supplies helpfully, and you nod after a moment’s hesitation, hoping there’s no way for Jeno to detect just how dry your throat has become. You stare, frozen, at Jeno’s half-naked form before snapping out of it and quickly turning around to face the sink, blindly grabbing the shirt from his outstretched hand. You ignore the soft chuckle from Jeno with a furrow of your brows which only deepens when you see that Jeno’s watching your face intently in the mirror.
“Stop staring at me,” You mumble nervously, and Jeno cocks his head to the side in intrigue, studying your flustered expression.
“But I like watching you.” He answers simply, and you just about choke on air, a pathetic squeak of surprise forcing its way out of you. “Plus,” Jeno adds, stepping closer to you, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off his body, “I wanna learn how to clean that stain out.”
“Then watch my hands,” You mutter, nibbling your bottom lip anxiously as you attempt to focus on what you’re doing. Jeno snickers and moves closer to you, his hands resting on either side of you on the sink, and you stiffen, freezing in place.
“But your face is so pretty,” Jeno says, voice bordering dangerously on a purr, and you swallow thickly, a task proven difficult given the still dry state of your mouth.
“Wh—well, I—you just—” You stammer, barely regaining your composure in time to finish with, “I can’t focus like this, Jeno.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jeno leans down, bringing his face level with yours in the mirror. “Why’s that?” His lips quirked into a smirk and a dangerous twinkle in his eyes, Jeno is the picture of temptation, not to mention the way his arms flex and tense as they rest on either side of you. It’s more than a little difficult to breathe at the moment, and you’re having a hard time attending to your task of washing out the stain on his shirt.
You clear your throat. “Jeno?”
“Hm?” That same almost-purring cadence to his voice, he quirks an eyebrow at you and it takes everything in you not to let your knees buckle.
“Pass me the detergent?” Your attempt to sound nonchalant falls flat when your voice cracks on the last word, a sound that doesn’t go unnoticed by Jeno, who exhales loudly from his nose in amusement. You point at the cabinet overhead to the left of you both, and he watches your reflection for a moment before complying, reaching over and grabbing the detergent with ease and setting it beside you on the sink. “Thanks.”
“Mhm.” He hums.
“Do you want me to explain what to do?” You ask.
“Yeah, walk me through it.” Jeno requests, and you give him a small nod.
“So I’m soaking the stain in cold water,” You start, and Jeno hums in acknowledgement, lowering himself to your height again and watching you intently. His unwavering stare has you buzzing in anticipation for…what, exactly, you don’t know. “Then you put some detergent on it and gently rub out the stain.” You continue as you do just that, your voice trailing off when Jeno wraps his arms around your waist in a back hug that would normally be fine if, firstly, Jeno had a shirt on, and, secondly, you weren’t helplessly attracted to him.
“Thanks,” Jeno says warmly, and you smile, patting his clasped hands resting on your stomach. “You’re always so sweet to me,” He coos, and you chuckle.
“I’m not that sweet,” You reply, and he shakes his head, nosing past your hair until his nose is brushing your cheek, his warm breath fanning over your jaw.
“You are,” Jeno insists, nose grazing down your cheek and stopping when he presses his lips to your neck. “You’re so sweet,” He murmurs, lips pressed to your skin, and you suck in a sharp breath, your hands gripping the counter so hard your knuckles ache. “So…fucking…sweet.” He purrs, kissing your neck after every word, and your knees do buckle this time, Jeno’s grip tightening around you just in time to catch you as you all but go limp in his arms.
“Jeno—” You mumble, not trusting your voice enough to speak at a normal volume.
“You’re so tense,” Jeno muses with a smile against your skin before sucking at a spot at the base of your neck. “Want me to help you relax?”
“H-How?” You ask, and from the low growl that sounds from Jeno’s chest, you assume you’ve walked right into a situation you might not be prepared for. He slips a hand between your legs and busies himself with playing with your clit over the fabric of your underwear. Your plaintive whimpers don’t do much besides spur him on as he kisses your neck, dark eyes watching you in the reflection of the mirror. “Jeno,” You whine pointedly, and he chuckles, nipping at your earlobe roughly.
He turns you around, lifts you up with ease, and sets you on the sink counter, ignoring your gasp in favor of getting directly in your personal space and licking his lips, eying you with all the smug determination of a predator that’s captured its prey.
“I bet you can guess.” He doesn’t say anything else for a moment, just studies your features with increasing curiosity before he slips his hand up your shirt enough to hook his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. Your gasp of surprise is cut off by the alarmed yelp you let out when he yanks—hard—so you’re sent lurching forward against him.
Your core pressed directly against his bare, toned abdomen and your legs reflexively closed around him and pressed up against his sides, you stare up at Jeno wide-eyed and breathless, bottom lip trapped between your teeth and your chest pressing against his with every heaving breath.
“Jeno—” You mumble, and he shushes you softly, leaning in to brush his lips against yours.
“Just relax.” He coaxes and you can’t help but think back to earlier when Haechan said the same thing to you and wonder to yourself how you got into this predicament. Jeno successfully pushes out any thoughts not centered around him when his free hand balls up the fabric at the small of your back and pulls you impossibly closer before capturing your lips in his with a growl.
“Je–”
“Shut up.” He mumbles against your mouth, and you can’t help but obey, immediately falling silent with a final whimper as his tongue pushes past the seam of your lips, quickly becoming intimately familiar with the inside of your mouth. Where Haechan earlier was sensual, rhythmic movements and playful flicks of the tongue, Jeno is harsh, sucking, nipping and biting, such a contrast from the sweet, smiley male you’re used to—a bold version of Jeno who takes exactly what he wants stands before you, kissing you senseless and leaving you lightheaded.
Jeno takes your lips as if they were meant to be his all along and he’s sick of waiting, with groans and even growls as he detaches his lips from yours and starts traveling down your neck, sucking and biting bruises into your skin as his hands wander, one slipping up your shirt to grope freely at your breasts while the other massages your core with heavy-handed rubbing that has you clutching his firm, toned arm for something to ground yourself.
“God, fuck–” You pant, pushing feebly at his…everything because it’s all just a bit too overwhelming— “Jeno, wait a second–” You gasp out in ecstasy when he shoves your shirt up past your breasts, yanks your bra cup down and latches onto your nipple, sucking roughly. A ghost of the Jeno you know blinks up at you with a question in his eyes, still swirling his tongue around your stiffened bud in his mouth as he waits for you to speak. “Are you sure we should be doing this? Now? Here?”
With a wet pop, Jeno pulls off of your breast and stands back up so your faces are level. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“I mean…yeah, but–”
“Then be good,” He brushes his lips against yours as his hand snakes into your underwear, “because I want a taste.” Your eyes widen as he drops to his knees and attaches his lips to your inner thigh, dark eyes staring up at you as he sucks and nips at the tender flesh.
“Not too low,” You exhale shakily, and he blinks up at you impassively before pushing your shorts up so they’re bunched around the flesh of your thighs and he proceeds to mouth at the unblemished skin of your inner thighs, gradually working his way towards where they meet as heat flares up throughout your body. His hands keep your legs spread with large palms pressing on your inner thighs as he brazenly rubs his face over your clothed core, eliciting a scandalized gasp from you.
“God, everything about you is so sweet.” He mumbles in a daze, hands dragging up your legs to grab your ass and force his face against your covered core even harder. Even through two layers of fabric, his nose presses against your clit enough to have you trying not to rock your hips against his face for more relief. Jeno notices quickly, his amused exhale warming the seat of your underwear even more, and flicks his gaze up to you as he hooks his fingers into the seat of your underwear and shorts and pulls both items aside, revealing your glistening wet core. The resounding silence has waves of nervous heat flooding through you and you look down only to see that Jeno’s staring at your pussy with unadulterated desire, eyes dark with lust as his thumbs gingerly part your folds, a sharp hiss escaping him when your entrance clenches in response.
“Jeno?” You hate how meek you sound but you feel so small under his scrutiny, the male before you inspecting the most intimate part of your body with a hunger you’ve never seen in anyone’s eyes before. He can barely tear his eyes away from your wetness before looking up at you, an eyebrow quirked expectantly.
“You have such a pretty fuckin’ pussy.” He rasps in awe, and heat washes over you like a tidal wave, your body blazing with embarrassment and the excitement from his praise. “God, it’s so pretty. Dripping, too; you want this that badly?” His eyes glinting with glee, his tone lilts teasingly as he addresses you.
“Please?” You whisper, and he stills in momentary surprise, looking back down between your spread legs with a poorly concealed hunger before groaning in frustration and leaning in to attach his mouth to your core. “Fuck—” You can’t help but gasp because when Jeno starts, he doesn’t hold back at all, devouring your pussy, lapping up every wave of arousal that gushes forth from your entrance with an eagerness you’ve never quite seen before.
Just like earlier, it’s overwhelming, the amount of everything you’re feeling, and your legs reflexively start to close around his head as he ravishes your most sensitive areas with rough sucking and licking, the whole ordeal complete with lewd moans from the male whose mouth seems permanently affixed to your core. Your legs barely apply pressure to his head before he’s shoving your legs back apart with a warning nip to your thigh and moving back in to resume his ministrations. The fabric of your underwear has slipped back over your core in the absence of his touch and Jeno huffs when he realizes the same thing, immediately yanking your shorts and underwear down your legs and letting the clothing drop to the floor carelessly.
He resumes his relentless tongue lashes against your sensitive bud, only stopping to dip lower and suck your folds into his mouth and run his tongue over them repeatedly. Your fingers are practically knotted in his hair, alternating between pulling him closer to you and trying to push him away when he’s just a bit too desiring of your core, and Jeno seems to love every bit of your reactions, responding to your every whimper and gasp with a moan of his own as he sucks and licks at your poor throbbing clit.
The whimpers and sobs you keep letting out only spur Jeno on further, the male going so far as to drape your legs over his shoulders and move in closer, his tongue teasing at your entrance before pushing into you, his hand flying up to cover your mouth and muffle the loud gasp that rings throughout the room. You can’t help but rock your hips against his face, your head tipping back to rest against the mirror in ecstasy. His nose rubs up against your clit with every inward push of his tongue and your quiet cries of pleasure are thankfully still silenced by Jeno’s large hand over your mouth as he fucks you with his tongue.
You jolt in alarm when you hear footsteps approaching the bathroom and flinch violently when a knock sounds out against the door.
“You guys okay in there?” Jaemin asks curiously, and you don’t even manage to come up with a coherent response; it’s Jeno who has the audacity to reply with his face still buried between your legs.
“Almost done!” He calls back, voice garbled because, well, it’s fairly hard to speak clearly with a mouth full of pussy.
There’s a moment of silence on the other side of the door, then your name is called.
“You good?” Jaemin sounds suspicious now, albeit a bit concerned, and you blanch, looking down at Jeno as your peak rapidly approaches.
“I–uh–I’m coming!” You yell back, trying to keep the whine out of your voice as your climax hits and sends you reeling, fingers tightening around Jeno’s hair and your entrance clenching around his tongue while your body trembles under his touch.
“…Okay…” Jaemin answers, sounding even more suspicious than before, and your face burns with embarrassment as Jeno hums contently against you and starts languidly lapping up as much of your arousal as he can. “Well, can you guys hurry? We wanna start the movie.”
“Sure!” You call back, a bit too eagerly and far too breathily, and wait until you hear Jaemin’s footsteps receding to relax, your body going slack with relief as you weakly push at Jeno’s head. He’s reluctant to pull away, his fingers digging into your thighs possessively, but when your pushing gets more insistent and your low whines pick up in urgency, he finally lets up, pulling back and sitting on his heels as he stares at your core, unbridled lust in his eyes.
“Good?” He asks, and you nod in a daze.
“Excellent,” You reply, and he grins, rocks off his heels and stands back up, helping you off the counter and passing your shorts and underwear to you. You make the mistake of looking down and are confronted with his jaw-droppingly large erection pressing against his shorts, your eyes widening in shock.
“I take it you like what you see,” Jeno chuckles and you blink several times to clear your mind before you meet his gaze with a sheepish smile.
“Sorry,” You mumble, and he gives your arm a gentle reassuring squeeze.
“You’re good. Hurry back down there so they don’t get any more suspicious.” He suggests, a smile so sweet on his face that you almost forget why his mouth is glistening.
“What are you gonna do about your shirt?” You mutter, reaching out to poke his bare stomach, and he catches your hand with a playful gaze, his eyes narrowed.
“I brought others, obviously. I’ll just grab one and change.”
“Cool, I’ll, uh, finish treating this one later.” You nod shyly and turn to leave but Jeno grips your hand tighter and whirls you back around into a deep, passionate, breath-stealing kiss, the taste of your arousal in your mouth as he swirls his tongue around with yours. When he releases you from his embrace, you gasp for air, fingers releasing his forearm quickly. “By the way,” Jeno hums, grinning, “…best pussy I’ve ever tasted.”
You let out a surprised sort of yelp, your face on fire as you nod quickly and try with all your might not to burst into nervous giggles. When you get back to the living room, Haechan and Jaemin stare at you suspiciously, no doubt confused by your slightly jittery state.
“You good?” Jaemin asks again, and you nod, albeit a bit too quickly, and his brow arches skeptically. “Are you sure?”
“I’m fine,” You insist, rolling your eyes and heading to the fridge to grab a can of Sprite. “I am.” You assure them, and Jaemin puts his hands up in a sort of surrendering gesture before jerking his chin towards the television.
“We’re still watching X-Men, right?” He looks at you and over your shoulder, prompting you to turn around and see Jeno coming up behind you with a new shirt on and an innocent smile that turns slightly more mischievous when Haechan and Jaemin look away from him. Your eyes widening, you turn back around to face your friends, putting on a casual appearance.
“Sounds good to me! Chaewon’s gonna be pissed we started without them.” You remind them, and Haechan shrugs.
“We can all pretend we didn’t watch it.” He suggests with a (very attractive) devilish grin before blatantly eying you up and down. His gaze, you note with a panicked jolt, lingers around your thighs before sliding back up to meet your eyes. “We can keep a little secret, right?”
You can’t help but feel like there’s more to the question he’s asked.
Pushing past the inkling, you narrow your eyes at Haechan and turn to Jaemin.
“I won’t tell if you guys won’t.” You say, and Jaemin wiggles his eyebrows at you flirtatiously.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He collapses back onto his chosen armchair and gets curled up as you and Jeno move to find your spaces.
“Come sit next to me,” Haechan calls to you from the couch, his eyes fixed on you intently. When you pause, just staring at him, he raises his eyebrows suggestively and pats the spot next to him invitingly.
After another moment of hesitation, you roll your eyes slightly and make your way towards Haechan, who grins widely. “Stop manspreading and maybe there’d be room for me to sit,” You point out with a huff, and he raises an eyebrow and shifts forward, leaning back more and becoming an extremely tempting seat option himself.
“Sit right here,” He offers in a low murmur, patting his thigh and looking at you suggestively.
“No.” You say simply, plopping down halfway on his leg and mostly on the couch beside him. When he lets out a sharp yelp of pain, you smile, satisfied, and move your leg off of him, forcing his legs closed by pushing him with the side of your leg. Already having gotten over it, Haechan drapes his arm behind you on the couch cushion, his arm hovering just above your shoulders. You shoot him a side-eyed glance, and Haechan wiggles his brows with a grin before dropping his arm down and pulling you into his side.
“You know I like to cuddle,” He murmurs in your ear, and you blink dazedly, humming weakly in acknowledgment. He’s warm and comfortable and smells amazing, and you can already feel your head clouding with desire.
“Are you two almost done?” Jaemin’s voice cuts through the fog in your mind and you meet his gaze to see that he’s more amused than annoyed, an expectant brow raised.
“Almost,” Haechan answers, and you look at him, confused, but he ignores you in favor of leaning forward (forcing you forward with a jolt, since he refuses to let go of your shoulder) and grabbing the folded blanket on your coffee table, unfolding it with one arm and clumsily situating it over your and his lap. “Now we’re done.”
Jaemin stares at Haechan with an unreadable expression for so long that it makes you uncomfortable before he turns back to the television and hits the play button. Jeno flicks the lights off, leaving you four in mostly darkness, and the opening credits of X-Men start to roll.
Less than thirty minutes into the movie, Haechan has moved his arm from around your shoulders and is letting his knuckles graze along the hem of your shorts, his eyes fixed on you.
“Pay attention,” You murmur as quietly as possible.
His gaze not wavering from the side of your face, he chuckles softly, slipping his fingers under your shorts and tracing along your thigh. “Oh, I am.”
“To the movie,” You hiss under your breath, and he leans in closer, his lips pressing to the spot just behind your ear.
“You’re more fun to watch.” He coos, and you roll your eyes and scoff in an attempt to conceal the nervous laugh you let out when his fingers sneak up higher. “Plus, you know you like it.”
“Shut up.” You mumble, and he pinches the flesh of your inner thigh, making you jolt in your spot and just barely conceal a yelp of pain and surprise.
“Told you to watch that mouth of yours earlier, didn’t I?” He warns you as you glare at him, affronted.
“You didn’t have to pinch me,” You hiss, and he chuckles, fingers continuing their journey up your leg to brush his fingertips against the heated, damp seat of your underwear. You suck in a quiet breath that, unfortunately, does not slip past Haechan, and he grins, eyes still trained on your face. “Stop staring at me,” You whine.
“Why? Does it make you nervous when I stare?” He asks with a smug little grin, and you frown, staring ahead at the screen pointedly. “Pay attention,” He urges, leaning closer to you to take your earlobe between his teeth. He tugs at the flesh gently, eliciting a small gasp from you, as two of his fingers find your clit and pinch it through the fabric. You squirm in your seat, fighting back a whimper, and he chuckles, tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. “Stop fighting it.” He murmurs when he’s done, and you swallow thickly, staring at the screen with glazed over eyes. Wolverine’s blurry form grunts and roars as he engages in a fight scene, the details on the screen going virtually unnoticed as Haechan’s lips latch onto your neck, kissing and sucking.
“Fuck,” You suck in a sharp breath and he flicks at your neck with his tongue as if to say, “I heard that.”
Pushing your underwear aside, Haechan’s fingers spread you open and circle around your entrance, digits collecting arousal with every go-around. When you groan quietly and buck your hips against his hand, he pulls back, much to your dismay.
“I want to hear you say you want it.” He breathes against your cheek, and you whimper in protest, nibbling at your bottom lip as you think. Do you throw away your pride in favor of getting the release you want? Knowing Haechan, he might cave anyway simply from sheer desire— “We don’t have all day.” His voice is low and stern and he lightly nudges at your ear with the tip of his nose to help bring you out of your reverie.
“Haechan–” You whisper desperately, and he chuckles, pressing his fingers into you shallowly and pumping them excruciatingly slowly. “God, I can’t stand you.”
“Then sit,” He murmurs. “Preferably on my lap.”
“Do you always have to have a comeback?”
“Wouldn’t be me if I didn’t.” He answers smugly. You suck your teeth and pinch his thigh in retaliation. He inhales sharply and hums appreciatively as you do, and you release him with a startled sound, looking over at him in surprise.
“Pain slut.”
“That’s me, baby.” With another gratuitous nip at your skin, he suddenly pulls back from you, fingers pushing into you finally to provoke a choked gasp from you. Before you can ask what happened, Jeno’s whispering both of your names from his space in the living room, and you look to see him facing both of you.
“I’m gonna use the bathroom!” Jeno announces in a low hush, and you nod, reaching for the remote.
“Want me to pause it?” You ask, and he shakes his head.
“Nah, I’ll be right back.” He assures you. “Maybe turn it down though, because Jaemin fell asleep.” He jerks his chin towards the chair Jaemin is sitting in, the male’s head tucked to his shoulder with his eyes closed. You coo affectionately at your sleeping friend’s figure and nod at Jeno, turning the volume on the movie down as Jeno gets up, stretches, and heads to your bathroom.
The second you hear the bathroom door close, Haechan pulls you onto his lap with a groan, guiding you into straddling his lap facing him.
“Haechan!” You whisper frantically, and he hums in acknowledgement as his fingers push back into you painfully slowly. “Jeno could come back!”
“Then hurry up.” He chuckles.
“Jaemin could hear–”
“Then shut up.” He claps his hand over your mouth and you whine against his palm, half disappointed he didn’t just put his fingers into your mouth. “Tell me what you want, and maybe I’ll give it to you.” His tone is teasing as he curls his fingers inside of you and you let out a low moan, your head tipping forward onto Haechan’s shoulder.
Your attempt to speak is muffled into his hand and he chuckles, his hand leaving your mouth to grope your chest, squeezing your breasts and teasing your nipples through the fabric.
“What was that?” He asks, turning his face into your neck and kissing along the skin.
“Please stop teasing,” You plead, and he makes a thoughtful sound before pulling out of you almost to his fingertips, flattening his palm against your core and grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. “Please?” You choke out, and he thrusts his fingers back into you quickly, finger fucking you thoroughly as you melt against him.
“Like that?” He grunts, and you nod vigorously, clutching his arm.
“Yeah, like that,” You moan, and he tsks disapprovingly.
“Better shut up before I stuff my fingers in your mouth.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” You ask, and Haechan lets out a surprised laugh, hand leaving your breast and tapping two fingers against your bottom lip. You readily take his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them and sucking, and he groans, teeth nipping at your neck appreciatively.
“Good girl,” He remarks, surprised, and you try to hide how you preen from his praise.
“Feels so good,” You whimper around his fingers, and he coos at you patronizingly, pressing his palm against your clit harder and relishing the way you grind against his hand.
“You’re so desperate,” Haechan snickers, and you whine, heat rushing to your cheeks as saliva drips down from around his fingers in your mouth. “Look at you—you’re drooling around my fingers, fucking my hand…all in front of Jaemin.”
“He’s sleeping!” You mumble defensively, and Haechan laughs mockingly.
“He could wake up,” He points out. “Or Jeno could come back. But you don’t care about that—”
“I do!”
“You just wanna cum all over my fingers like a needy little slut,” Haechan sneers, and you cry out weakly, a fresh string of drool dripping down your chin, some getting on his fingers. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” You whimper, rocking back and forth against his hand desperately. Haechan studies the glistening saliva on your chin and his fingers with a wild fascination in his eyes before he pulls his fingers from your mouth, much to your dismay. Before you can protest, he swipes his tongue up from your chin, collecting the drool, to your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it and catching your lips in a proper kiss. “So close,” You gasp against his lips, and he nods almost in a daze as he keeps fingering you, brows slowly furrowing from his determination to pleasure you.
It only takes a moment more of his fingers driving in and out of you to send you spiraling into a powerful climax, your body trembling under his ministrations as you choke out gasps and whimpers into his shoulder. Only when he’s sure you’ve ridden out your high to the very end does Haechan remove his fingers, raising an eyebrow in a sort of cruel fascination when your hips involuntarily chase after his hand.
“Still needy, yeah?” He exhales in amusement, and you can only frown at him, bottom lip bordering dangerously on a pout. As if to answer his question, you rock against his hips, breath catching in your throat when you feel his concealed length pressing against you. “Oh, can you feel that?” He asks almost lazily, eyes heavy-lidded as he watches you move on top of him. When you nod, he grins, leaning forward with a challenge glinting in his eyes. “What are you gonna do about it?”
Unfortunately for both of you, the sound of movement from behind you has you springing off his lap and resituating yourself beside Haechan just in time for Jaemin to rouse from his sleep, blinking sleepily.
“What’d I miss?” He yawns, and you laugh, thankful the darkness of the room shrouds your flustered expression.
“Not much,” You lie. “We can rewind it if you want.” When he nods, you pick up the remote and hit the rewind button, leaning over to Haechan when Jaemin’s gaze is once again focused on the screen. “I’m going to the bathroom. Meet me there a little bit after Jeno comes back.”
He grins at you, shooting you a wink as confirmation, and you stand up, trying to conceal the slight wobble in your stance and thankfully succeeding before heading to the bathroom.
On your way there, you run directly into Jeno who’s on his way back and you start apologizing before realizing that he doesn’t seem all that sorry. Before you can even wonder why, his hands are on your hips and he presses you up against the nearest wall, staring down at you with eyes alight with mischief.
“Hi, pretty.” He chuckles.
“Hi, Jeno,” You coo, smiling up at him invitingly.
You may have initially been on your way to meet Haechan, but something about the look in Jeno’s eyes has your stomach fluttering with excitement, and you practically launch yourself at Jeno when he leans in, the male letting out a surprised but pleased grunt as he presses up against you.
You and Jeno kiss heatedly, your hands eagerly grabbing and pulling at Jeno’s clothes to get him closer to you as the latter wastes no time slipping his hand into your shorts where he’s confronted with the arousal from your last climax with Haechan.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” He groans, and you whine into his mouth when his fingers toy with your clit, your free hand running through his hair and tugging messily to draw out a pleased grunt from the male in front of you. You clumsily push your hand into his sweats and gasp when you feel the sheer size of his length sitting hot and heavy in your hand, and Jeno chuckles. “Yeah, you like that?”
You can’t even bring yourself to respond fully as you only pant, “Yeah,” your mind still coasting off of the lust Haechan stirred up while you were supposed to be watching the movie. You rock your hips against his hand as he pushes two fingers into you and cry out weakly when his lips latch onto your neck, sucking, kissing, and biting. In your almost drunken haze, you notice that his mark is suspiciously near the one Haechan left you earlier, your eyes fluttering shut when his fingers curl and remind you of where your mind is supposed to be.
You wrap your fingers around his girth properly and start to stroke, pulling off and away from him to spit into your hand for lubrication and returning to him.
“That was so hot,” Jeno groans, an appreciative growl rumbling in his chest as he fucks into your hand. “Your hand feels much better than mine, pretty.”
“Feels so good, Jeno,” You whimper, and he nips at your neck a bit rougher than you anticipated, drawing a sharp whine from you that he muffles with his lips, capturing yours in a sudden, passionate kiss.
“Careful,” He teases, “Haechan and Jaemin are in the next room.” You cry out weakly at the reminder that you’re not alone, the sudden realization that Jeno is all over you and has two fingers inside of you less than twenty feet away from your other friends sends another wave of arousal through you and your jaw goes slack as his fingers curl inside of you. His long, slender digits fuck you diligently, leaving you gasping for relief and clenching desperately around his fingers.
“Jeno,” You mumble, still pumping his length quickly, and he groans against your skin, the sound raw and almost tortured, even. “I wanna come–” Your words are cut off by the sound of Jaemin laughing from the living room, making you flinch in surprise and, apparently, almost climax on the spot, your knees buckling as Jeno uses his free hand to nudge your shorts down to your knees, the clothing dropping to the floor and pooling around your ankles. “Fuck, right there, please, please, please—”
“Right here?” Jeno taunts, sending his fingers thrusting into your sweet spot before sucking in a ragged breath through gritted teeth. “Pretty girl, I’m close.”
“Me too,” You whimper, powering through the ache in your wrist as you squeeze Jeno’s length with every upward tug, relishing the groans he muffles into your shoulder.
“Let me finish inside of you,” He pants, and you falter in your movements, shooting him a bewildered glance. “There’s—fuck—so much I wanna do to you,” He grunts, “but first I gotta cum somewhere.”
You realize he has a point; he can’t just finish into your hand and leave you with a messy cleanup, and you’re not fully in the mood to get on your knees and swallow it, so you might as well just let him—
“Baby,” He groans urgently, and you snap out of your thinking spiral to focus your hazy mind on his words. “Come on; just the tip, pretty? No more than that.” He promises, and you nibble your bottom lip thoughtfully before nodding and spreading your legs a bit wider. He sighs in relief and hikes one of your legs up so your knee is level with his hip and you guide him between your legs, the feeling of the blunt head of his length filling you with excitement as it presses against your entrance. He removes his fingers from inside of you, bringing them to your clit to rub quick, determined circles, and pushes into you slowly with a careful rock of his hips, keeping his promise of no further than the tip as he nestles it between your folds and hisses in ecstasy when your walls flex around him. “So good for me, baby. So, so good, feels so tight, fuck—” Jeno’s practically babbling at this point, losing himself in the feeling of your hand stroking him as his tip is buried inside of your slick walls, and his head falls forward to rest against the wall beside you, the male emitting a low groan before mumbling, “I can’t—‘m sorry, I can’t—”
“Jeno?” You gasp in a panic as you feel him pushing into you further. “Fuck, Jeno—”
“Just a little bit more,” He rasps, and you cover your mouth to keep yourself quiet, whines of alarm increasing as your walls clench around him tightly and he pushes in more.
“Jeno, you’re too big,” You panic, pushing at his abdomen to halt his movements, but you both know that he’s stronger than you and you’re ultimately just resting your hand on his stomach in defeat before your nails dig into his skin as he pushes in even more, the overwhelmingly full sensation making you feel dizzy.
“You can take it, right, baby?” He grunts, and your breath comes in short little bursts as he bottoms out in you entirely, your head spinning as you lean back to rest against the wall. “That’s my good girl,” He purrs, his length twitching as he rocks his hips against yours in slight movements.
“Jeno—” You moan urgently, and he groans under his breath as his movements stutter and he releases inside of you. Your eyes flutter shut as he shoots his cum deep inside of you even as you’re still adjusting to his size.
“You did so good,” He praises, cupping your cheek and kissing you. “So fucking good.”
“You said just the tip,” You huff, and he hums sympathetically, kissing you a couple more times.
“I know, but you felt so good,” He admits. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“Okay, my turn,” You plead impatiently. “You owe me after that.”
Jeno grins and nods in acknowledgement, carefully pulling out of you and, to your surprise, pushing his fingers back into you. Ignoring your gasp, Jeno diligently finger-fucks his cum back into you, the pads of his fingers finding your sweet spot again with ease as he bites down on your neck and sucks hard. “Oh, my God–Jeno, I’m–” You stammer, and he shushes you sweetly, lapping his tongue over the bite mark left where your shoulder and neck meet.
“I know, pretty,” He assures you. “Come for me, it’s okay.” With that, you fall apart, a desperate cry of relief just barely making it past your lips as your climax hits you, shudders coursing through your body as you curl in on yourself, Jeno wincing as your hand tightens around his arm almost painfully.
“Sorry,” You whisper, loosening your grip on his bicep, and he shushes you again, pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth in a sweet almost-kiss.
“It’s okay,” He assures you, gingerly pulling his fingers out of you, and you release him fully with another murmured apology. “Good?”
“Wonderful,” You reply in a daze, blinking up at him slowly. “How about you?”
“Perfect,” He answers, eyes crinkling as he smiles down at you.
“You, uh, go ahead and watch the movie; I’m gonna take care of…” You mumble, gesturing between your legs. As if on cue, a small gush of your mixed releases drips down your leg and you cringe at the sensation, only catching Jeno’s wild-eyed expression at the last minute as he watches it descend down your thigh. “Jeno?”
“I’m gonna go before I decide to fuck you right up against this wall.” He says, eyes still trained on your bare legs and the space between them. You let out a small yelp of surprise and his gaze darkens, his tongue coming out to swipe along his bottom lip.
“Jeno?” You call tentatively, and he blinks once, twice, and a third time before looking up at you.
“Yeah?”
“Movie.”
“Right…right.” He mutters, tearing his gaze away from your bare core and turning on his heel to head back into the living room. You pull up your shorts and underwear most of the way, not wanting to come into contact with the now cold seat of your underwear, and wait until Jeno rounds the corner and is out of eyesight to make your way to the bathroom.
After tidying yourself up, you decide to forego the underwear, not wanting to wear cold, slick clothing for the rest of the night. Balling them up in your fist, you head out of the bathroom and towards your room to change into a new pair, barely stifling your shriek of alarm when you bump directly into Jaemin’s chest.
“Sorry, Jaem,” You laugh breathlessly, looking up at the male, and your mouth dries. Jaemin, to put it bluntly, looks like he’s onto you. His brows are raised and his face is the epitome of if you tossed skepticism, amusement, and being entirely unimpressed into a blender and pressed the start button.
“Wh…what’s that look for?” You ask nervously, and Jaemin’s lip quirks up into a smug smile, a devilish little grin that silently sings, “I know something you don’t know.”
“Don’t act innocent when we both know what you were doing less than ten minutes ago.” He scolds you in that patronizing tone that’s so uniquely Jaemin, and you blanch, your fist tightening around your soiled undergarment.
“What do you mean?” The words don’t even sound right coming out of your mouth, and you wonder if you look as guilty as you feel.
His lips stretch into a Cheshire cat-like grin as he leans in, closing the gap between your faces as he studies you with an unnerving steadiness.
“‘Just the tip, pretty,’” He mocks Jeno’s voice, and if there was any hope of you making it out of this encounter unscathed, you just kissed it goodbye.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” You mumble, your face feeling simultaneously drained of all color and blazing with heat.
“But I did.” Jaemin lilts, reaching up to twirl a lock of your hair around his finger. Normally, the gesture would feel fond, affectionate even, but the look in Jaemin’s eyes has you feeling more like a mouse being batted around by a cat before it goes in for the kill. He tugs unexpectedly on your hair and your hand flies up to stop him a moment too soon, your eyes widening when Jaemin’s other hand shoots out and grabs your wrist, holding your balled up fist (and underwear) up in plain sight. “What do we have here?” He murmurs curiously, eyes alight with a cruel, mocking glee.
“Jaemin, please let it go—”
“No underwear?” Jaemin lets out a fake scandalized gasp, the picture of horror before he’s tugging your wrist, bringing you lurching forward and crashing, yet again, into his firm chest. “Oh, you’re such a tease.”
“Jaemin, I’m not—” You whine, but you can’t even deny that Jaemin’s undivided attention on you like this has heat flooding between your legs and you suddenly wish you’d worn the underwear as an extra layer of defense against the arousal you know is about to start leaking out of you.
“First, you snuck off to play with Haechan before we got here—as if no one would notice,” Jaemin looks up thoughtfully, holding up his free hand to count on his fingers. “Then you and Jeno snuck off and hooked up in the bathroom. Then you fooled around with Haechan again—yeah, I wasn’t asleep on the couch,” Jaemin reveals when you splutter in surprise. “Then you went off with Jeno another time, and now you’re standing in front of me, all pretty and nervous and tempting with no fucking underwear on…and nothing for Nana? Hm?”
When you don’t answer, simply at a loss for words, Jaemin sucks his teeth in disapproval and tugs you after him to lead you to your room next door, shutting the door behind you both and pushing you up against it, ignoring your gasp when your back hits the wall.
“Jaemin, I’m sorry,” You try to say, but Jaemin silences you with a stern look, leaving you feeling small under his gaze. After a moment of tense silence, he sighs loudly and pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand.
“Stop looking at me all wide-eyed and helpless like that,” He huffs, watching you with dark eyes. “It’s making me hard.” His words go straight to your head, making you blink up at him in shock, and he rolls his eyes, moving closer to you, and pushes his leg between yours, brows shooting up in intrigue when a pathetic little moan escapes you. “What a pretty little sound,” Jaemin muses, the corners of his lips quirking upwards. “I think I’ll do that again.”
“Jaemin–” You try to reason with him again, but he shushes you, shifting his attention back to his fingers wrapped around your wrist, your underwear still balled up in your fist. He looks down at you with a sadistically intrigued expression and reaches to pull the fabric from your fist, raising an eyebrow when you yelp and clutch it tighter.
“Open your hand.” He says slowly, and you shake your head vehemently. “Fine.” He smiles sweetly down at you before pressing his thigh against your clothed core, smirking when you visibly struggle not to grind down on it. “Why are you fighting it, hm?” He murmurs curiously, cocking his head to the side. “Just give in,” Jaemin purrs, tensing his leg under you, and you mewl weakly as you roll your hips against his thigh, body slackening in relief.
“No!” You cry out when Jaemin takes advantage of your relaxed grip and pulls the underwear from your hand, immediately averting your eyes in shame. As if to rub in his victory more, he moves his leg between your thighs so you’re rocking back and forth against him, a wide smug grin overtaking his lips.
“I never imagined you were this sensitive, but I love it.” He murmurs, stopping his movements and studying your underwear, turning the garment this way and that. “God, these are soaked; you’re just a little mess, aren’t you?”
“Jaemin, please–” You mumble, and he blinks down at you impassively.
“Pretty girl, you don’t like this?” He taunts in a sickeningly sweet voice, and you whine, shaking your head insistently, your cheeks blazing with embarrassment as he continues, “If you don’t like my teasing…then why are you making all those cute little noises?” You, true to his word, cry out weakly and rock your hips against him desperately. “Mm, that’s what I thought.” He barely finishes his sentence before he’s bringing your underwear to his face, clutching the fabric to his nose and breathing in deeply, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss. Completely caught off-guard, you gasp, and his low groan evokes an overwhelmed whimper from you.
“…Jaemin?” You try again, your voice small and needy, and he slowly opens his eyes again, his gaze now considerably darker and more intense than it was moments ago.
“Your eyes are already telling me yes,” He muses, tilting your head up by your chin and staring you down. “I can see your body agrees,” Jaemin continues, trailing his hand down your front and tweaking your hardened nipple gently, grinning when you squeal and push your chest further into his hand. “Now I just want to hear that pretty mouth tell me how much you want it.”
“Want it so bad, Jaemin,” You say immediately, stumbling slightly over your words as you look up at him hopefully. “Please do something—more—anything.”
“Aw, you sound so sweet when you beg.” He coos, tugging at your other nipple playfully before pinching it, the sensation a bit too overwhelming and drawing forth a sharp hiss from your lips. “Did you suck either of them off?” Jaemin asks, and you shake your head, your mouth already starting to water at the prospect of his length in your mouth. “On your knees.” He pushes down on your shoulder gently, and you oblige, sinking to your knees readily and blinking up at him expectantly, awaiting further instructions. “God, I knew you could be good for me,” He praises you, and you smile, flattered. He wastes no time tugging his sweats down to reveal his length, your eyes widening slightly as you take the sight of him in. A quick glance up at Jaemin grants you the sight of his crooked grin as he studies you while you study him, and you look back down to his length, swallowing thickly as you watch his fist pump himself up and down, lazily tugging at his length. “This what you want?” He asks, and you nod. “Words.”
“Yes,” You answer in a hushed murmur.
“Mm, yeah? Want Nana’s cock in that pretty little mouth?” He’s most certainly teasing you, but you don’t even have it in you to be ashamed or indignant, your only thoughts centering around his length and the way precum seeps from his slit as he strokes himself.
“Yes, please,” You reply, squeezing your thighs together for some friction, and he hums in an impressed surprise.
“Please? How could I say no when you use your manners like that?” He murmurs fondly, stroking your hair as he guides himself to your lips. “Open,” He says softly, and you oblige. “Tongue out.” He orders, and you let your tongue loll out of your mouth, blinking up at him with wide eyes. “Such a pretty fucking sight,” Jaemin groans, tapping the head of his cock against your tongue; his cock is hot and heavy and you can taste the stray drops of precum sliding down the underside of his length. “Go ahead, pretty.” He urges, and you don’t need to be told twice; you sit forward eagerly and replace Jaemin’s hand around his length with yours, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.
When Jaemin hisses and lets his head tip back, you swirl your tongue around his length, lapping at his slit and flicking your tongue against where the underside of his tip meets his shaft, practically purring with satisfaction when he strokes your hair fondly. You start to bob your head up and down, your tongue dragging along the underside of his cock with every movement, and you work your hand over whatever isn’t in your mouth, eyes on Jaemin to drink up his every reaction. You two are engrossed in the feeling of each other, so much so that when Haechan opens the bedroom door, you jolt so suddenly and violently that it’s a miracle you don’t bite down on Jaemin.
“Well, well, well,” Haechan drawls, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. You pull off of Jaemin, the action resulting in a loud, wet pop that has heat blazing in your cheeks, and Jaemin stares at Haechan, entirely unbothered. “What do we have here?”
“She was just making up for playing with both of you and not me,” Jaemin hums, still stroking your hair; something about the action is different now, though, more possessive than it was before, and you can’t say the shift in the gesture doesn’t thrill you a bit, your thighs squeezing together of their own accord.
“Not our fault you were too slow to do something about it.” Haechan counters, and Jaemin narrows his eyes.
“Yeah, well, now if you want her to suck you off, you’re either gonna have to wait until I’m done or come join me.”
“Damn, who died and made you the orgy boss?” Haechan grouches, striding closer to you two nonetheless and pushing his sweats down to free his length. You take a break from warming Jaemin’s cock in your mouth to lick up Haechan’s cock and suck on the tip, wiggling your tongue in the slit to elicit a loud swear from Haechan, whose hand flies to the back of your head. “God, what a good little mouth you have,” Haechan praises you, albeit a bit condescendingly, and you hum, content, before Jaemin guides you away from Haechan and back to him. You let your tongue loll out and Jaemin rubs the underside of his cock against it before pushing himself into your mouth with a groan. You wrap your hand around the base of Haechan’s cock and pump slowly to keep him occupied while your mouth is busy, and Haechan exhales loudly through his nose, swearing under his breath.
When you pull off Jaemin and kiss down to his balls, licking and sucking them, Haechan growls enviously and pulls at your hair to get you away from Jaemin and back to him. After a moment of mouthing at Jaemin’s balls and stroking him with your hand, you pull away and look up at Haechan with expectant eyes.
“Come get your pretty face fucked.” He urges, and you drop your jaw and let Haechan guide his length past your lips before he’s thrusting into your mouth with poorly concealed grunts and groans, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.
All you can do as he fucks your mouth is whimper and stroke Jaemin’s length more urgently, your now free hand moving between your legs to rub at your clit desperately. Haechan pulls out and taps his cock lazily against both of your cheeks before murmuring, “I think you like getting your mouth fucked.” When you nod, he tsks in disapproval. “Tell me you like it.”
“I like it,” You rasp, your voice hoarse.
“Mm, tell me you love it.” He taunts, and you clear your throat in an attempt to regain some of your voice back.
“I love it,” You echo obediently, your voice still raspy, and Jaemin and Haechan coo at you fondly.
“What a good girl,” Haechan praises.
“Love how she sounds after getting her throat fucked.” Jaemin admires, stroking your cheek, and you preen under the praise before switching over to Jaemin to let him fuck your throat next.
This time, when it’s Jeno who comes in, it comes as less of a shock to you, possibly due to how incredibly occupied your mouth is with two demanding cocks before you.
“Jeno, if you want a blowjob, you’re gonna have to wait,” Haechan grunts, and Jeno waves him off dismissively, moving to kneel behind you and pull your hips back so you’re bent at a bit of an angle, your head closer to Jaemin and Haechan and your ass closer to Jeno. Two large hands pull your shorts down, and Jeno hisses when he realizes you’re not wearing any underwear.
“God, you’re so fucking tempting.” He mutters, and the rustling behind you sends a thrill of excitement down your spine which only doubles when Jeno presses himself against your entrance. He busies himself with coating his length in your arousal, ignoring your whines and the impatient pushing back of your hips into him.
It’s not until you pull off of Jaemin and turn your head back towards Jeno and hoarsely plead, “Jeno, please,” that he obliges, pushing himself into you slowly. He kneads your asscheeks with heavy hands as he slowly buries himself in you, and your head falls forward onto Haechan as you pant from the overwhelming sensation.
“Look at her,” Haechan coos, tilting your chin up to see you better and show you off to Jaemin. “So relieved to take cock that she’s drooling.”
“You’re making a mess.” Jaemin points out patronizingly, swiping at the saliva dripping down your chin and regarding it briefly before slowly smearing it over your lips, the subtle yet demeaning gesture sending a wave of arousal through you and making you clench around Jeno.
“Fuck, her pussy just got so tight,” Jeno grunts through gritted teeth, and you let out a weak sob, pressing your hips back onto Jeno while your mind attempts to steady itself once more.
“So big,” You cry out, and Jeno shushes you soothingly, caressing your sides as he starts to rock into you with slow, purposeful thrusts.
“I know, baby, I know,” He murmurs soothingly, “I know it’s a lot, but look how good you take it.” His praise shoots straight to your head and you find yourself clenching around him again, much to his delight. Bless his patience, because he keeps the same pace for an unbearingly long time to help you adjust to his size, but you desperately need him to go faster.
You’re about to beg for him to speed up, preparing to pull off of Haechan’s length, when Haechan pushes your head down so his cock is sheathed in your throat. Your only breaths come in the short inhales you can manage through your nose and your whining gets increasingly more desperate as Haechan holds you down until you’re clawing at his thighs, adorning the tan skin with angry red streaks and finally earning yourself release.
“Faster,” You gasp when you finally pull off of Haechan, pausing only to glare sharply at the male above you. “Jeno, go faster.”
“Thank fucking God,” He groans before pulling out of you almost to the tip and slamming his hips into you, quickly building up a pace that has involuntary breathless, whiny moans leaving you with every thrust.
“Hae—chan,” You manage to get out, and he looks down at you curiously. “Fuck—you,” You finish before taking Jaemin into your mouth after he taps on your cheek impatiently with the head of his cock.
“Sorry, pretty girl,” He says with a remorseless smile. “Your mouth is just too good.”
“I’m gonna cum,” Jaemin warns you through gritted teeth, and you nod as well as you can, your hands speeding up on both his and Haechan’s cocks, and Jaemin tips his head back with a groan as he releases into your mouth.
“Fuck, I’m next,” Haechan grunts, and you whimper before switching to take him into your mouth, Jaemin’s cum still on your tongue, and Haechan climaxes, his release mingling with Jaemin’s in your mouth.
“Swallow.” Jaemin urges. “All of it.” You readily oblige and he smiles proudly at you, stroking your chin with his thumb. “Open your mouth for me, baby.” He murmurs, and you do, sticking out your tongue as proof you’ve done as he asked.
“God, that’s so fucking hot.” Haechan groans, dropping to his knees in front of you and pulling you into a heated kiss as Jaemin catches his breath. With Jeno pounding away behind you, you’re more than a little distracted, and Haechan pulls away after sucking on your tongue to shake your head abruptly by the chin to get your attention. “Kiss me like you mean it.” You whine into his mouth when he recaptures your lips in his, now attempting to focus some of your attention on Haechan’s tongue exploring your mouth as he flicks and swirls, eagerly tasting himself and Jaemin on your tongue.
After a moment, Haechan has mercy on you, allowing you to go slack-jawed while he presses kisses to your lips as Jeno fucks you stupid from behind. The sounds of his grunts and your breathy moans fill the room, and Haechan chuckles.
“Jeno’s fucking you so good, isn’t he?” He murmurs sweetly, and you nod, your eyes stinging as tears threaten to spill forth.
“Uh-huh,” You moan, and Haechan coos fondly.
“You just love taking cock, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh–”
“Just our pretty little fucktoy, aren’t you?”
“Mm—uh-huh,” You cry, and Haechan snickers.
“Is that all you can say?”
“Uh-huh,” You gasp, and Haechan pouts at you mockingly.
“Our dumb little fucktoy doesn’t even know how to speak anymore,” He taunts, forcing you to make eye contact by pinching your chin and angling your face towards his. “Isn’t that right?”
“Uh—fuck—uh-huh,” You wail, and the tears finally do spill, streaming down your cheeks freely. Haechan kisses down the tear tracks before connecting your lips in another kiss, his lips wet and salty from the evidence of your crying.
“God, what is it about seeing tears stream down those pretty cheeks that makes me so hard?” He groans, his hand finding his cock and starting to tug at it slowly. You watch in a dazed sort of amazement as he strokes himself back into action before your eyes scrunch shut as your climax approaches.
“Jeno, please, I’m gonna–” You beg, and Jeno lets out a little grunt of “Yeah?” that has your mind swirling deliriously and you topple over the edge, your walls pulsating around his length as you whimper and sniffle Jeno’s name repeatedly. Jeno’s not far behind, soon slowing his thrusts down as he starts to release into you, only stopping and pulling out when you shudder and swipe behind you weakly. His cum’s just barely started dripping out of you when Haechan kisses your cheek to get your attention.
When your dazed, glassy eyes manage to focus on his face, Haechan smiles warmly. “On the bed.” He urges you. “I want you to ride me.”
Your muscles all but give out at the notion, but you push through it, clambering gracelessly onto your bed and into Haechan’s waiting lap. Haechan carefully moves all the hair away from your face and cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss as he licks at your bottom lip.
“So pretty,” Haechan purrs against your mouth, and you whimper as he lifts your hips and guides his cock to your entrance, both of you holding your breath as he pushes the thick head of his cock into you. “God, still so fucking tight.” He groans, slowly guiding you down onto his length until he’s bottomed out in you.
“Haechan,” You plead, and he just chuckles, smacking your ass playfully and leaning back against your headboard as he raises his brows expectantly. You lift yourself up slowly before starting to bounce on his cock, involuntary shudders escaping you at the sensation of his length filling you at a new angle.
“Yeah, that’s it,” He grunts, lifting your shirt and kissing down to your chest. He reaches up and presses between your shoulder blades to push your breasts in his face, and he promptly buries his face in your cleavage with a groan, kissing, sucking, and licking. His ministrations on your chest and the feeling of his length moving inside of you overwhelm your senses so much that you don’t notice Haechan sneakily moving your bra out of the way until his lips are wrapped around your nipple, and a sudden moan escapes you at the added sensation.
Despite the burning ache building in your thighs, you rock down on him with every downward motion, grinding on him as you ride him, and his eyes roll back into his head before he refocuses his gaze on you with heavy-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide with lust and desire.
“Could watch you ride me all day.” Haechan coos from around your nipple before moving to suck at the other one, tugging on the now neglected bud while his tongue swirls around the nipple in his mouth, shifting his gaze up to yours as he flicks your nipple with his tongue in up-and-down movements that have your jaw slackening, desire consuming you as you watch him.
“Does it feel good, pretty girl?” Jaemin asks from beside Haechan, and you blink twice in surprise as your gaze shifts to him, having momentarily forgotten where he went.
“Mhm,” You whine pathetically, and he grins, slowly pumping his cock with his fist.
“Haechan, hurry up, I want her next.” Jaemin hisses through clenched teeth, and you blanch, realizing that you’re far from done.
“Tongue out,” Haechan urges you, snapping you out of your daze, and you oblige, letting your tongue hang out of your mouth, and Haechan moves his hand to play with your clit, grinning mischievously when you attempt to move away from his touch. “Take it.” He grunts, thumb following your every movement and massaging your clit relentlessly even as you whine and sniffle. “Oh, baby,” Haechan coos sympathetically, gaining your attention again. “You’re drooling everywhere.”
When you move to wipe it, Haechan catches your wrist and brings it back to your joined laps, instead leaning forward and lapping up the saliva that’s dripping down your chin and neck. As he nears your lips, you bring your tongue back into your mouth, jolting when Haechan swats at your ass warningly.
“Keep that tongue out.” He murmurs, and you stick it out again, an open-mouthed whimper escaping you when Haechan flicks at your tongue with his before sucking on it.
“Haechan, I’m close,” You warn him in a shaky voice, and he nods, moving his hips under you to meet your movements.
“Me too, pretty girl.” He assures you, and your head drops forward to rest on his shoulder as your climax hits and a series of whiny, breathy moans spill from you. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” He moans, his head falling back onto your headboard as he releases inside of you. “What a mess,” Haechan chuckles, and at first you think he’s talking about you, but when his hand slips between your legs to pull out and feel your almost impossibly slick folds, he groans and pulls his now glistening fingers back, regarding them curiously.
“Haechan?” You mumble, confused, and he flicks his gaze up to your face before he smiles devilishly and shuffles down the bed so he can lie down on his back.
“Come on,” Jaemin groans, his head thumping back onto the pillow, and Haechan just shoots him an unbothered look.
“Come here,” Haechan grunts, pulling your hips towards his face, and you shuffle up as slowly as possible, trying to buy yourself time to recover from your climax. Haechan, however, is having none of it, and shuffles down even more to meet you where you’re at, thumbs eagerly spreading your folds apart and inspecting your core as heat blazes in your cheeks.
“God, what a pretty little pussy you have.” Haechan admires you loudly.
“Tastes good, too.” Jeno adds on, shooting you a wink, and Haechan chuckles.
“Oh, yeah? Guess I get to see for myself.” He mutters under his breath before removing his thumbs from your core and leaning up to press a kiss to your pussy lips, groaning and repeating the action again and again for a longer time each kiss before his tongue parts your lips and swipes up your pussy from your entrance to the underside of your clit. An abrupt whine escapes you and your thighs give out slightly, dropping you further down onto his mouth. His hands reach up to grab your thighs, urging you all the way down on his face, while he laps at your overly sensitive clit with no regard for how sensitive you are, only chuckling when you can only choke out moans with teary eyes.
Alternating between sucking and lapping at your clit and folds, Haechan groans in ecstasy as he pulls you down harder onto his face, guiding your hips to rock back and forth on his tongue. “Fuck, Jeno, you weren’t kidding,” Haechan pants when he takes a moment to breathe before returning to his task. “Tastes so fuckin’ good,” He mumbles, eyes wild in their hungry gaze up at you, and his mouth seals around your clit without any further words. You rock your hips against his tongue as quickly as you can, your hips bucking as it’s all somehow too much and yet not enough. The salvation you were looking for comes when Haechan stiffens his tongue to a point and breaches your entrance, flicking inside of you.
“Oh, my God,” You cry, your body moving of its own accord as you start to bounce up and down slightly, helping Haechan tongue-fuck you. “Oh, fuck, Haechan—just like that—”
He pulls his tongue out for a moment, a disappointed whimper slipping from your lips, before urging you, “Beg for it.” He stares up at you with intense eyes alight with challenge, and you can practically feel the fight leaving your body.
“Please!” You give in immediately, and Haechan’s brows fly up, almost disappearing into his hairline, as you continue to beg. “Haechan, please make me cum, please, please, please–”
“Fuck, baby,” He groans, his arms tightening around your thighs almost painfully as he holds you to his mouth, mumbling in an almost delirious state, “Anything you want, fuck, I’ll give you everything.” His tongue slips into you again and his nose rubs against your clit, making tears of relief streak down your face as the pleasure consumes you and your climax gets deliciously close.
“Don’t stop–” You pant, your last word cutting off as you hit your peak and your eyes force themselves shut, bliss overtaking your body in warm waves while your abdomen tenses and you curl in on yourself.
When you reopen your eyes, Jeno’s situated himself beside Haechan, watching you intently as he strokes himself slowly, and you lean forward to take Jeno’s length into your mouth, the taste of yourself still faintly on him as you bob your head up and down his length at a pace slightly faster than the leisurely pace he’d set for himself just a moment ago.
As you lean forward, you lift your hips off of Haechan, only to be yanked back down by the male beneath you, who says, “Get back down here; I’m not done with you yet,” before he promptly buries his face in your core once more.
Pushing two fingers into you, Haechan hooks his fingers into your g-spot and starts to finger-fuck you diligently, his tongue rolling over and lapping at your clit even as you whine around Jeno’s length and attempt to squirm away.
When your eyes squeeze shut, tears forcing their way through the minuscule space, Jeno cups your cheek, making you open your eyes to look at him.
“Keep your eyes open, baby; look at me.” Jeno urges gently, smiling when you oblige and resume bobbing your head up and down his length. When you push through the discomfort and the ache in your jaw to take his length all the way in your mouth and swallow around his cock, Jeno hisses appreciatively, stroking your hair. “That’s good, baby, that’s so good; keep on doing that.” You hum happily, dizzy with all the praise and pleasure, and Jeno’s hips buck upwards into your mouth, making you choke briefly around him, and that’s all it takes for Jeno to lose it, the male shuddering as he releases down your throat. You swallow without dwelling on the taste and look up at Jeno who looks like he would have hearts in his eyes if you were all in a cartoon.
Haechan, not one to be ignored, presses the pad of his thumb into your clit roughly to regain your attention and you let out a sudden cry, returning your attention to him.
“Haechan, that’s sensitive!”
“Mm, too bad.” He mumbles, losing himself in the taste of you once more. “You said ‘Don’t stop,’ so I’m just giving you what you asked for.”
“That’s not what I meant—oh, shit, I’m gonna–” You gasp, and he sucks and licks determinedly at your clit, lapping his wide, thick tongue over the sensitive fleshy button over and over until you’re climaxing with a loud cry of Haechan’s name, your body trembling as you attempt to keep holding yourself up.
“That’s it,” Haechan mumbles, lost in his desires. When you attempt for a second time to get up, he practically snatches you down, nuzzling his nose between your folds to bump against your clit and make you jolt. “I could do this for hours.”
“Please don’t,” You beg, and Jaemin gestures for you to come to him where he lies beside Haechan, his cock hard against his stomach. You blanch at the realization that they expect you to come again, but there’s no time for dwelling on that, as Jaemin takes your hand and pulls you away from Haechan.
“Stop hogging her; you had your turn!” Jaemin grouches, gingerly lying you down on the bed and hovering on top of you. He kisses you slowly, gently nudging your legs apart to lie between them. He smiles against your lips when you moan softly, arching your back and pushing your chest into his. “Yeah? Is that where you want me?” He teases lightly, trailing wet kisses down your neck to your chest, pushing your shirt up over your chest again and leaning in so he can latch his lips onto your nipple, sucking and licking the bud as your eyelids flutter. “Mm, you’re so cute,” He mumbles fondly around your breast, sponging wet kisses from your left breast to your right, where he repeats his ministrations. In a daze from the sudden gentle treatment, you only manage to whimper quietly when he nudges your legs further apart.
“You’re being so nice to me,” You say tiredly through a smile, and Jaemin looks up at you with an amused grin from where he’s watching the head of his cock move along your folds, the tip glistening with a mix of your arousal, Haechan’s saliva, and Jeno’s and Haechan’s cum.
“Of course I am,” He replies simply, leaning up to press a quick kiss to your lips before you feel his cock pushing past your entrance. “Gotta treat the pretty girl like a princess before I fuck her like a doll, right?”
“Oh, shit,” You mutter, and he chuckles darkly before pushing himself all the way inside of you, groaning at the sensation of your walls wrapped tight around him.
“So fucking wet, fuck—I could slip right out,” He taunts, and all you can do is sniffle as he pulls out and snaps his hips back into yours. You ignore the screaming ache of your muscles as you wrap your legs around him, and he snickers derisively, looking down at you. “You don’t want that, do you, pretty baby?”
“No—” You start, but Jaemin covers your mouth with his hand, your lips pressed to his palm as he leans down to whisper in your ear.
“No, you don’t,” Jaemin coos. “You want me nice and deep in this pretty pussy, huh?” When you let out a muffled cry and nod, he kisses your cheek sweetly as he drives his hips into you. “You really do have such a pretty pussy, baby; can’t believe you let those two dolts play with it before me.” You turn to look at the other two males, but Jaemin stops you by clamping his hand down harder on your mouth and using his grip to keep your head in place. “Ah, ah, ah—focus on me. They’re not here right now. It’s just you and me right now, and I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby.”
“Jaemin–” You keen into his hand, canting your hips upwards to meet his thrusts, and he coos patronizingly at you, moving his hand away from your mouth and returning his attention to thrusting inside of you.
“Gonna fuck this greedy pussy so full of cum,” He groans, gripping your hips with an almost bruising tightness, and you stutter out a gasp, making Jaemin look down at you with a grin. “That’s what you are, right? Greedy?”
“Y-Yes,” You pant, and he smirks.
“Say it.”
“I’m greedy,” You all but wail as fresh tears spill down your cheeks.
“That’s right, pretty girl. You’re greedy, and this greedy little pussy just loves being full of cock, doesn’t it?”
“Y-Yes, it does!” You reply in a desperate attempt to make him have mercy on you. “Jaemin, I think I’m close–”
“Oh, yeah? What should you say when I let you cum?” He presses, and you sob, your bottom lip jutting out into a pout as you try to wrack your empty brain for the answer.
“Th-Thank you?” You try, and could just faint with relief when he shoots you a pleased grin.
“That’s it, baby,” Jaemin confirms proudly, and, as if rewarding you, reaches between you two to massage tight circles into your clit. “You gonna cream my cock? Two guys weren’t enough? You just needed three loads crammed in this tight fucking pussy, huh? It’s okay, princess; Nana’s got a nice, big load for you.” Jaemin grunts, his words punctuated with his thrusts, and the sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room, your cries of pleasure only getting louder and more desperate as your climax approaches.
“Fill me, Jaemin,” You beg breathlessly, nails clawing at his back as your peak hits and your eyes slide shut in ecstasy, practically sobbing, “Thank you,” as your vision gets spotty. He hisses in a mix of pain and pleasure and speeds up to an almost brutal pace before letting out a loud moan and burying himself in you entirely, pumping his release into you. He stays inside of you for a couple moments longer, his length twitching as your walls clench and flex around him, before slowly pulling out of you and sitting back to watch as his cum slowly drips from your entrance.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” He pants, and you can’t even bring yourself to respond yet, your chest still heaving from your own climax. He collapses on top of you unceremoniously, sending an “Oof!” whooshing out of your lungs before chuckling out an apology and wiggling himself between you and Haechan, much to the latter’s dismay.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” You say with a surprised laugh, and Haechan stops glaring at Jaemin to shrug, sporting a mischievous little grin.
“I figure it was just a matter of time.” He muses, and Jeno mutters something that sounds like an agreement, shuffling closer to you and pressing his face between your neck and shoulder. Jaemin mirrors Jeno’s actions on your other side, slinging his arm over you and pulling you closer to him. When Haechan starts to protest, Jaemin shushes him abruptly.
“You got to hook up with her three times; you can handle not lying next to her.”
“But-”
“You can cuddle Jeno.” Jaemin finishes, and, on cue, Jeno lifts his arm up to accept Haechan’s attempt to hold him. Haechan huffs and puffs and moans and groans but ultimately climbs over you, Jaemin, and Jeno (ignoring everyone’s protests) and settles in beside Jeno, snuggling up to the larger male with a small sigh.
“Not like I wanted to cuddle her or anything,” Haechan mutters bitterly from beside Jeno, and you tut sympathetically.
“I’m sorry, Haechan,” You say sincerely, reaching over Jaemin somewhat awkwardly and finding Haechan’s hand to squeeze it gently. He squeezes back and laces his fingers with yours, giving you the impression that he’s not letting go anytime soon. “You guys do know we have to be dressed and not-suspicious by tomorrow morning, right? Mark and Chaewon are gonna be riding in probably by the afternoon, and they don’t need to know what happened here.” You sit up slightly to inform them, but Haechan groans in protest and pulls you back down, pressing his lips to your hand to dot lazy kisses along the skin.
“We know, just—let us relax for a bit?” Jeno muffles his response against your collarbone, his fingers tentatively lacing through the fingers on your free hand.
“Okay…” You mumble skeptically.
“Don’t worry, pretty,” Jaemin pipes up, accompanying his words with a reassuring squeeze of your hip. “What happened here will be our little secret.”
“Thanks,” You exhale in relief, and they all mumble variations of “you’re welcome” before your eyelids start to droop and you settle into your spot to drift off to sleep.
༄ i hope you enjoyed!! please leave feedback if you did!!
tips are appreciated!! VENMO | CASHAPP | KO-FI | WISHLIST
Genre: smut, romance, a chunk of fluff but not really
Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (fem. recieving), dirty talk, fingering, body worship, mentions of sex, creampie
Synopsis: While talking with your best friend about dating and romance, the conversation takes a wild turn and you end up confessing your feelings for each other. And with doing that, he gives you a little taste of what you're going to get with him...
A/N: it's my first official one shot posted so it would mean a world to me if you could give me some feedback on this thank uu. Also it's not really proofread so if there are any mistakes just pretend you don't see them :D.
One thing you didn't think you'd be doing on a Saturday is talking about dating with your best friend.
Wonwoo was always really reserved when it came to dating. In all the time you you guys have known each other, you've only seen him date two girls. The last one he dated was over a year ago.
Which is where your stupid crush on him started.
I mean, who wouldn't love him? He's tall, handsome, funny, has a great personality and know how to take care of people. And one of his other amazing attributes you learned of while talking today, is that he's extremely romantic.
,,What would it be like to date you?"
,,What?"
,,'What would it be like to date you?' It's an Instagram post. You're supposed to answer with the pictures they give you." You explained your sudden question.
He looks at you a bit weirdly, but then he smiles and you can see his body relax.
,,Well," he started, ,, personally, I think I'm a great boyfriend. I'm loving, smart, handsome...And saying that makes me think why my relationships always fail."
,,Well," you copied his tone, ,,maybe you weren't that much of an amazing lover to those girls." You prayed to every god out there that he would catch onto the joking tone in your voice. And thankfully, it seemed like he did.
,,And what about you? Aren't you an amazing totally irresistible human being? Where's your great sexy boyfriend?" He asked playfully. But he continued in his monologue before you could tell him to go screw himself.
,,In my opinion, from the man perspective, women should be treated like royalty by their boyfriends. They should be reminded everyday, of how amazing they are. Either with words, or with gifts. Or even with actions. They should be treated with respect, unless of course, they want you to be disrespectful." He ended his speech with a slight smirk on his face.
Something in you wanted to see what would happen, if you tried pushing him to talk more in depth on his not so respectful antics.
,,In what possible scenario would you, the biggest gentleman in the world, not treat a woman respectfully?" You tried your luck, taunting him.
He looked into his lap, as if thinking whether he should answer you. After what felt like forever, he raised his head to look directly in your eyes, simultaneously looking into, and burning through your soul.
,,I don't know which case would be yours, but some women do like it, when a man doesn't always treat them like they're made of glass. I know women who would kill for a man that knows how to satisfy them the way they like it. Some women enjoy being treated like the horny women they are. Spanking, choking, rough, animal-like sex. Knowing how to give them, what they want. To not be afraid of it." He licked his lips after finishing his little speech, not looking even slightly fazed by what just came out of his mouth.
You, on the other hand, were fighting all of the demons inside your body, to not let him know just how much his words affect you. Trying to stay calm and collected, and not trusting your own voice, the best thing you could do is let him talk some more.
,,And what about the women that want to be respected during sex?"
Unlike before, he didn't even have to lower his head to think, and he started right away.
,,In that case, then they deserve to be worshipped. Asking for what she likes, letting her use me for her pleasure. Making her feel good. Letting her know just how much she means to me. Telling her, reminding her how beautiful and absolutely stunning she is. Especially when she comes. And it would always be about her, unless she wishes otherwise. It would be the biggest pleasure in the world. To see her completely lost under the thick mist of pleasure."
You were fucked.
He was still looking at you, as if waiting for an answer. You didn't know how to continue, after basically having him describe how lucky the person sharing the bed with him would be.
,,Sounds like your future partner has luck." Was the only thing you could say in response.
The tension between the two of you was so fucking thick you could take it and choke yourself on it, so you wouldn't have to face this awkward situation where he could easily get to know your little secret.
He scooted closer to you, brushing your hair behind your ear, slowly leaning towards it. He took your chin in his hand, turning your head so your ear was facing him.
,,Tell me," he whispered softly, yet his voice was raspy, ,,how do you like to be pleasured?" With finishing his sentence, he gave you a small kiss under your ear, dangerously close to the soft spot of your neck.
You gulped, trying your best not to faint.
,,I-," you attempted to answer him, ,,well, I don't know. I would have to think about it."
He started planting kisses down your neck, making his way to your collarbones.
,,Do you like to be kissed on your neck?" He asked teasingly, while caressing your neck and collarbones with wet, sweet kisses.
It took every single god there is out there to not fall apart under his touch right there and then. He's soft lips felt like heaven on your neck. You just moaned in response and put your arms behind his neck.
He continued exploring your body with putting one hand on your breast, squeezing it lightly.
,,Or maybe you like it when I massage your boobs with my big hands? Hm?" He sounded so fucking smug and passionate. ,,Can I remove your shirt?" He asked while playing with the hem of it.
You couldn't get any words to come out of your mouth, so you just nodded wildly, shivering when the cold air hit your nipples. He took them one by one each into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them.
When he decided that your boobs have gotten enough of love, he moved his hands to the hem of your pants. With an patient look on his face, he looked up at you, waiting for your approval. Waiting for you to tell him, how you want him to take you pants off and do whatever he wants with you. You could only moan a quiet 'yes', and with that, he removed you pants and threw them away.
,,Hmmm," he moaned, ,,so wet for me." He whispered. With that little remark, he gave a wet kiss on your clothes pussy. You were so hot and so bothered a didn't even care if he teased you. Okay, that was maybe a lie.
,,Please," you breathed, ,,just do something already." You whined out when he wouldn't removed the panties yet.
,,No," he said with a stern voice, ,,tell me what you would like me to do."
You were going to fucking kill him.
Despite the insane embarrassment you were feeling, you managed to get out exactly what you wanted.
,,I want you to eat me out. I wanna feel your tongue on me. And I want you to fuck me. However you like. I don't care, just do something for fuck's sake, or I'm gonna explode."
With a quiet 'fuck', he finally removed your panties and latched himself onto you soaking wet pussy. You moaned out loud, tangling your fingers into his hair. When he put two fingers in, and curled them up, trying to find that sweet spot inside you, the knot in your stomach began tightening.
He was eating you like you were his last meal. Hungrily. Passionately. You could feel your orgasm getting closer with every second he spent pleasuring you.
,, Wait wait wait," you called out to him and pushed his head away from you, ,,I want to come with you inside me."
He lifted himself up and licked his fingers clean. He kissed your lips, and you could taste yourself on his lips.
He took of his shirt, throwing it, letting it join the pile of your clothes on the floor. Next went his jeans. You could see the outline of his painfully hard cock in his boxers. Soon he removed them, finally letting his cock free.
Oh my god...
He was big. Bigger than you could ever imagine. His tip was angrily red, begging to be touched, leaking with pre cum.
When he crawled closer to you, lining up his cock with your entrance, he looked into your eyes once more, waiting for your approval. You nodded with pure lust in your eyes. With getting the thing he needed, he slowly pushed himself into you, inch by inch. You let out a blissful moan, when you felt him stretch you. He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. When he knew that you were ready, he slowly started thrusting into you, raising his pace with each set of thrusts.
You were so fucked out, that the only thing you could do is moan, letting yourself get railed into oblivion by him. You never thought you would like it hard. You always thought you were a vanilla person, but well, more unexpected things happened today.
You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier and messier, as he was approaching his orgasm.
,,God. I'm gonna come soon." He moaned out, making love marks on your neck. ,,Can I come inside you?"
You could finish right there and then.
,,Ahh, yes, yes..." It was the only thing he needed when his orgasm crashed into him, having him fuck his cum into you. And with that, your own orgasm hit you like a train, seeing stars.
,,Well," he said, ,,that's one way of confessing your feeling for the person you love."
When his thrusts slowly slowed down and he pulled out of you, you were so out of your mind, you could only lay there. You were so tired, but it felt so good.
Wonwoo layed next to you, pulling a blanket over the two of you and cuddling you, making you feel so warm and so good.
,,Yeah," you laughed, ,,but it was worth it. So worth it."
He laughed, pulling you closer to his chest, and drifting off to the dream land, that became real in that exact moment.
genre - friends to lovers, stuck together, theres only one bed trope (if u squint)
wordcount - 2.1k
note - another friends to lovers sorry i just will forever love this trope so much, lowercase was on purpose, fic under the cut ofc! also the fts highlight medley is SOOOO good shadow is my song i think.
i just finished this and its currently 5am so i apologize for any issues <3<3<3 enjoy
as draining as it was, you always found each day filled with classes to be somewhat rewarding at the end of the day, even if said reward was knowing it was your last class before the weekend. as you unlocked the door to your apartment, all you could think of was spending the next two days ignoring the pile of homework and assignments you have to work on. you made a beeline straight for your sofa as you toss your bag onto your kitchen table. you relax for 30 seconds, eyes closed, soaking in the artificial light from the lamp plugged in next to you. that is, until the trill of your phone ringing snaps you out of your trance. you pick it up, not bothering to open your eyes.
“hey,” you said, sounding more tired than expected. the voice on the other side sounded slightly more awake than you did. “are you done with your last class? if so what are you doing right now?” all the questions were enough to wake you up from your daze.
“i just walked in the door like 2 minutes ago, and i am actually free!” it was rare that yours and vernon’s schedules matched up. between his promotions and practicing, and your university lectures and assignments, it was proven difficult to find time to spend with eachother. thats why whenever possible, you would both be open to doing the most mundane of things together. whether it be running errands or just watching some random netflix show and eating popcorn. you both found comfort in the relaxed nature of it all. it was very you.
“wanna go get coffee?” he said, already expecting a yes. and of course, he got the answer he expected. “of course i do, and im buying this time! you paid for mine last time, now its my turn.” your smile could be heard through your voice. “fine, but im ordering the cheapest thing on the menu!” you rolled your eyes. vernon was always adamant on people not spending money on him, but you always evaded that rule whenever you could.
you groaned sarcastically, making vernon chuckle. “alright, im on my way now, be ready or else im never taking you anywhere ever again.” you giggled as you stood up, throwing your jacket back over your shoulders. “you’d never last a week without me.” you said tauntingly. vernon couldnt help but smile. your friendship had always been like this, constant teasing and sarcasm. “shut up, get ready. he said, trying to suppress the smile growing on his face. “i will, see you soooon.” vernon mumbled a bye as he hung up the phone and you grabbed your phone and your wallet from your bag.
you slid into the passenger seat of vernons car and brushed the snow off of your jacket. “god, was anyone expecting this storm? its crazy out here.” vernon laughed at how shocked you were that it was snowing in the middle of january. “apparently its supposed to get worse, but i wont let that get in between us seeing each other for the first time in a week.” he smiled over at you as he put the car in drive and left the parking lot of your apartment complex. you looked over at him and the small smile he has on his face whenever you look at him. he always looks so content in your presence, as you feel the same in his. you watched him maneuver around the roads, mesmerized by his actions. he soon spoke, breaking you out of your daydream.
“oh, i have to stop by the practice room really quick, is that okay?” you nodded. “im just tagging along, i dont care where we end up.” you said with a smile. vernon pulled into the parking lot of the building and opened his door, stepping out into the snow. he watched as you got out of his car and screwed up your nose at the fluffy flakes falling all around you, slowly getting more and more heavy as the snow piled in the streets and lots around you.
you followed vernon into the elevator as he pressed the button leading up to the floor of seventeen’s practice rooms. you had been there a couple times, just for visits or bringing them snacks and drinks for motivation. the elevator ride was quiet. it was a comfortable silence, the low hum of the elevator music filling the air as you and vernon basked in each others company. the elevator beeped as the doors opened and you both walked down the hallway leading to their practice room. it was growing late, and the worsening weather outside caused the building to be somewhat of a ghost town. usually bustling with people working and hanging out, it was quiet and tranquil. you reached the end of the hallway as vernon used his keycard to unlock the door.
with a beep from the keycard scanner, vernon opened the door and you followed behind him as he walked into the large open room. he walked towards the cabinet where they put all of their personal items as they practice and pulled out a navy blue hoodie and a black beanie. he held them in his arms as he spun around to face you. “ready to go?” he said, walking towards the door. you hesitate before speaking up. “maybe we can stay here for a bit? wait for the storm to die down a little.” vernon quirked an eyebrow before shrugging. “sounds like a plan. come sit.” he walked to the corner of the room, where two black beanbags sat next to each other. as you both sat down, vernon gasped and jumped back up and half-ran to the other side of the room, where the entertainment system was. you laughed to yourself at his urgency. after a second, vernons playlist was playing quietly through the speakers around the room. he smiled as we walked back over to where you sat, fondly admiring his every move.
you and vernon had sat in the practice room talking for over an hour. you had both honestly lost track of time. he checked the time, 10:27pm. you both quickly realized that your usual cafe had closed half an hour ago. he sighed, apologizing to you for not being able to get coffee like he had planned. “vern, i dont care what we do, as long as we get to catch up.” he scrolled on his phone, eyebrows furrowed, not replying to what you had said. you could tell he was trying to figure something out. you leaned towards him, furrowing your own eyebrows as well. “whats wrong?” he looked up at you as he turned his phone to show you an article stating that all roads in your area had closed due to the force of the storm. your jaw dropped as you made eye contact with vernon, and you both started laughing at the irony of it all. you dont see each other for over a week, and suddenly you’ll be stuck together for the foreseeable future.
the article that you and vernon had read stated that it can be expected for roads to stay closed until the morning, so you both decided that it was in your best interest to settle in to stay in the practice room for the night. “wait, i think it’s right… here!” vernon opened and closed cabinets in the practice room until he found the one he was looking for. inside the cabinet, there was a white blanket neatly folded and a white pillow on the shelf above it. “excuse me for asking, but why do you guys have a blanket and pillow in your practice room?” you couldnt help but laugh. the thought of someone needing a nap mid practice was the most seventeen thing you could think of. “well one time hoshi got locked out of the dorms so from that day on he kept supplies here just in case it happened again.” of course it was hoshi.
you both retreated back to the beanbags after finding the blanket and setting it aside. neither of you were tired, so you stayed up talking in the hopes that the storm would subside and the roads would miraculously open back up again. you talked and talked until the clock hit 2am and you both couldnt finish a sentence without yawning. vernon walked over to where he had layed the blanket and pillow on the counter, and brought it over and put both in your lap. “why are you giving it to me? you need to sleep too.” you picked it up and tried to pass it to him but he lightly pushed your hands away. “ill be fine, i want you to be comfortable.” you frowned at vernon, insisting on him taking it from you. vernon gave in, taking the stack from you and settling in. as he unfolded the blanket, he opened his arms. you quirked an eyebrow, confused as to what he was doing. “listen, im not gonna be the only one sleeping with a blanket. come here.” you stood up and walked over, inserting yourself into the space he had made for you under the blanket. the two of you had been friends for a while, but you had never been this close before. you expected it to be awkward, but it was surprisingly natural to both of you. your head rested on the pillow as vernons eyes fluttered shut, his long eyelashes laying softly on his cheeks. you admired his features, before closing your own eyes in case he feels you staring at him. soon, you were lulled to sleep by vernons soft breaths against your forehead.
you woke up with one of vernons arms lazily draped across your hip, and your legs intertwined together as an attempt to create the illusion of the beanbag you slept on having more room than it does. judging by his slow breaths and steady heartbeat, he was still asleep. there were no windows in their performance room, so you had to crane your neck to locate the clock on the wall and find out how early or late you woke up. 9:03am. it was still early enough to let vernon sleep instead of disturbing his peace. you turned your head back to his sleeping figure. the light snores coming from him would annoy anyone else, but to you they were endearing. everything about vernon was this way to you. everything he did was perfect. you adored vernon, but had never seen him as anything other than a friend. as you lay here, limbs connected and the fading scent of his cologne lingering around you, you wonder if you had ever seen him as just a friend. what if you had been repressing the feelings you had? what if seeing him like this, so peaceful and vulnerable, had awakened something? what if-
your train of thought was brought to an end when an arm squeezed around your waist and a face was buried into your neck. you smiled a wide smile. “good morning sleepyhead.” you ran a hand through vernons messy hair as he groaned a “morning” into your skin. you sat like that for a minute, even closer to each other, until he leaned back and rubbed his eyes. “what time is it?” he said, his voice deep and laced with sleep. “its 9 oclock.” you couldnt help but smile at him. you rarely saw vernon early in the morning, only on times when you both made all day plans instead of impromptu ones. he yawned as he asked, “have you seen if the roads have opened yet?” you shook your head. “i couldnt reach my phone, its over on the shelf and you looked too comfy, i didnt want to disturb you.” the tips of his ears turned pink as he rolled over slightly and stretched to reach his phone. he rested his phone on your hip as he tried to find an update. you let your head fall to the pillow again, lightly closing your eyes as vernon scrolled through news sites.
“oh, it looks like theyre back open!” vernon said, slowly waking up, “you ready to go?” you didnt bother to open your eyes, just shook your head. “lets stay here a little longer. this beanbag is comfier than i thought.” you smiled as you heard his phone hit the table and his arm returned to its previous place around your hip. vernon pulled you closer, not saying another word.
a/n: God, these pics have a literal chokehold on me
Warnings: nsfw as FUCK, minors dni y'all will lose braincells from all this smut, implied age gap (since he is the boss and everything) Established relationship
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This man is a tease and we all know it.
It's in his study, when you're trying to get some work done when this brilliant idea pops into your boyfriend/boss' head. At first, it's all fine. Sure, he's stretching you out in the best ways possible as you sit all prettily on him, length tacitly pulsating inside you, but this much you can handle.
It's when he leans forward, dragging his cock inside you when the slightest squeak escapes you. He leans forward, breath fanning your ear and whispers, "You're doing so well."
Each page you write, he praises you, running his knuckles over your back, both of you still almost fully-clothed; only you being sans pants.
His voice makes goosebumps rise on the back of your neck when he unbuttons the front of your shirt and pulls it away from your shoulder exposing your skin to the cold air. The dim glow from the fireplace, the lamp in front of you, make shadows rise along his veined arms, shirt rolled up to expose his taut forearms which he wraps around your midsection, hauling you against him, making you take him deeper.
He rests his chin on your shoulder, curving around you to peer at your paper, hand under your half-unbuttoned shirt, tracing your breasts, flexing his large hands over them, squeezing every now and then and it's so overwhelmingly slow and deep and warm that you feel like you will cry.
He kisses your shoulders, even massages them as you troop through page after page, soft voice murmuring, almost whispering praise after praise. Everytime you gyrate your hips for the slightest bit of more contact, you feel his hands hold you in place, shushing you with gentle but unyielding authority.
"You know i need this on my desk by morning, sweetheart," he hisses when you whine, trying to bounce on him, thighs sticky with the arousal dripping from you. You must have made a mess on Mingyu's pants too.
You snap your head back to glare at him, beg him, anything, and see his tie loosened, hanging too low; buttons undone, exposing the curve of his pectoral and fall back against him, breathing too hard, too fast, pleading with him.
"I'll submit it in the morning, i swear," you plead, scrabbling at his hands, which slide up your body, cupping your breasts, undoing the front clasp.
"I better have it on my desk," he relents, tweaking your nipples with deft fingers. Not long after, you're riding him, short gasps escaping his mouth as he fucks you, fully clothed in his chair. Finally, the tears from overstimulation have spilled down your cheeks, looking like tracks of gold in the yellow lighting. He licks them away, kissing every inch of your exposed neck and shoulders.
That's not really the last time he proposes you cockwarm him while getting work done.
Johnny had a such knack for playing dumb, it just made everything enjoyable to him. Especially around you—your reactions were priceless. Your eyes would widen, your face would heat up, he loved it. He loved it all.
Your mother wasn't going to be home for a few months, so Johnny took her absence as a sign to finally remodel his house. He also took it as a sign to make you his lovely assistant.
Johnny enjoyed messing with your head as he changed the cabinets, doorknobs, the sink faucets, tables—anywhere. And the counters—oh the counters.
"I'm sure these counters'll be used by us soon" he smiled with a glint in those brown eyes of his. "Used by us?" you questioned, not understanding.
Or at least not understanding—yet.
Much like the renovation plan Johnny had for the house, he had a plan for you and him.
But now he was adding a new desk in his office, and as always you were dragged along.
That plain white t-shirt of Mr. Seo’s did nothing in terms of hiding his large muscles as he hammered a nail in place. How could he stand there in all his sweaty glory and still look like some Hollywood movie star? All you could do is stand there, holding the rest of the small pieces of metal in your hand.
"Could you hand me another nail?" he questioned. Without hesitation—you did. Looking down at you as you gave him the nail, he shot you such a charming grin that would make anyone melt. "Thank you, sweetheart." said, winking at you. "So good for me" he murmured before going back to his work. "So, so good"
All you could do was stand there, burning up.
Johnny smiled on the inside at the way your expression changed ever so slightly. He knew one thing about you very well—he affected you. He affected you so, so much. But after all, that was his perfect plan.
Later that evening, you'd catch him lounging on his new couch with his chin resting on his hand. His other hand was occupied holding a cup of coffee.
Who drinks coffee at ten at p.m?
Mr. Seo's eyes were trained on your form, following every move you made towards him. He set his coffee down the moment you stood in front of him to hold your wrists, pulling you to his thighs. Bringing his lips to your ear, you felt his breath against your neck. "Do you like me, baby?"
His question caught you off guard. "Y-yes?" you answered timidly. "Yes?" Mr. Seo repeated. "So how about..." he paused, trailing off. "Do you want me?"
"Want you?" you questioned him, clearly not expecting the blunt question you'd been dying to ask him all along.
Mr. Seo rolled his eyes and tsked, "Oh don't think I'm dumb—I see the way you look at me. You look at my hands, look at my lips, look at my thighs," Your face was practically burning under his gaze. "And don't get me started on what I hear from your bedroom"
He knows about the bedroom?
Mr. Seo was rubbing the back of your neck endearingly as he continued. "You sounded so pretty moaning my name like that" he smiled "Wanna hear you, baby. Will you let me?"
You decided to make eye contact with the man who probably knows more that you expected. Slowly, you nodded. "Yeah?" he questioned gently, just to make sure. The nod you gave him back ensured your answer.
"Oh, baby" he groaned before bringing your lips to his.
You swore your eyes rolled to the back of your head the moment he kissed you. Had he wanted this as much as you, maybe even more? You decided it didn't matter as your hands found their way to his salt and pepper hair. The kiss made you gasp for air.
Mr. Seo's thumb hooked in-between your shorts, pulling the clothing off you successfully. The feeling of his clothed boner made you moan into the now make-out session between the both of you.
Much to Mr. Seo's disappointment, you pulled away first. Although, he wouldn't be disappointed for long.
"Daddy~" you whined, still gripping his hair while placing kisses on his neck "please touch me"
Mr. Seo smiled at your neediness, opting to take you to his bedroom.
Setting you down on his bed, he removed the rest of your clothes. "So pretty, baby" he praised, taking in your form. Laying a hand on your thigh, he spread your legs open for him. "You want Daddy to touch you, baby?" You nodded, desperately needing something—anything.
Mr. Seo rubbed his middle finger up and down your aching heat before slipping it inside you. Attempting to slide in his ring finger, he shifted his gaze to your face. Your bottom lip was tucked in-between your teeth as you watched his finger dip inside you.
Wetness coated Mr. Seo's fingers as he fastened his pace. Your hand made its way to his wrist in an attempt to help relieve some of the pleasure you got from him. You hadn't felt like this before—the pleasure was almost too much. Mr. Seo could tell.
From the way your moans rang loudly in his ears to seeing tears threaten to fall from your eyes—he knew.
Your moans grew into broken mewls for him. "D-Daddy...m'gonna c-cum". Mr. Seo's fingers curled, "You're gonna cum?". With your bottom lip still tucked in your teeth, you grinned and nodded at him.
Slowly pulling his fingers out, he was amused at your whines and protests. "M'sorry, angel" he apologized "Want you to cum on my dick though". His words made your ears perk up, you wanted his dick so badly. You almost felt like you couldn't wait anymore.
Tugging on his boxers, Mr. Seo yanked them down, letting it pool at his ankles before he stepped out of it. He kept that thin sleeveless shirt of his on though—he enjoys the idea of you being completely nude and him somewhat clothed. If you ask, he doesn't really know why.
But maybe he does.
Placing your attention onto Mr. Seo, your eyes flew to his dick. It was hard and leaking pre-cum on his shirt. Taking in your reaction, Mr. Seo smirked darkly. He flipped you over, letting him have a full view of your cunt as the top half of your body laid down his bed. Giving your ass a spank, he gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the tip up and down your sopping hole. You let out a small whimper, fueling Mr. Seo's urge to fuck you even more.
Lining the tip up with your hole, he pushed in letting you try your best and adjust to his size.
On the other hand, you felt his cock stretching out your hole. The stretch made you moan—you loved the feeling. At this point, you were worried he wouldn't fit. "Daddy," you whimpered, trying your best not to moan "W-what if you c-can't fit"
Mr. Seo's eyes landed on yours as he was pushing his dick into you with utmost concentration. He knew you were tight—just maybe not this tight. But your question certainly had an answer, an answer he might enjoy as a matter of fact. "Oh, my baby~" he cooed "Then Daddy'll just have to make it fit"
His words shot butterflies into your tummy.
Gripping your hips, Mr. Seo rammed his pelvis straight into your hips. His action caused tears to fall from your face.
Grabbing onto the sheets, more tears fell from your face. "D-Daddy's so big" you moaned, your mind clouded from how big his dick is. "Daddy dick's big, baby?" You nodded your head, too hazy to speak. Mr. Seo's dick shoved deeper into you, "Bet you like Daddy's big cock, don't you like it when I stretch you out?"
The only thing that left your mouth were moans, but Johnny needed an answer. Pulling on your hair, your teary eyes looked back at him. "You like it when Daddy fucks you with his big cock?"
"Uh-huh" you mewled. Drool was falling from your mouth while Mr. Seo's hand wrapped around your neck, letting go of your hair. The new grip let his cock ram into you deeper than before. You let out little squeaks that developed into cries out of his name. "That's what I like to hear, angel," Johnny groaned.
Letting out a particularly high moan, your fingernails dug into the palm of your hands. "Daddy!" you cried out pathetically "M'gonna cum f-for you"
"You're gonna cum for me?" Mr. Seo questioned back, teasing you a little. "Y-yes...Yes! Just for you Daddy, please!" Bending down, he placed kisses on your neck. "Go ahead, cum for me, baby. Cream Daddy's cock"
You did as he said, his cock sending you over the edge. Your toes curled as more and more tears flowed down your face. Broken cries for Mr. Seo left your pretty lips while white liquid appeared on his cock. The sight makes Johnny have to cum too.
Slamming your hips against his, white strings of cum filled your pussy to the brim. Mr. Seo's head was thrown back, he groaned deeply as he shot his cum inside your throbbing pussy.
Pulling out, thick white cum leaked from your cunt onto your thighs. Gathering some up with his fingers, he held it up to your lips. "Suck on em', baby". Looking up at him with teary eyes, you fulfilled his intention. Your tongue swirled around his digits, licking them clean, tasting your cum mixed with his.
Johnny picked up your panties off the floor and used to cloth to wipe away the mess of cum the both of you'd made. Your panties were now unmistakably wet—too bad. It's not like you'd honestly be needing them anymore. Johnny tucked you under the covers with him and kissed you goodnight despite you already being fast asleep in his arms. Your tear stained cheeks were so cute to him, he observed as you fell asleep in his arms.
The next morning you made it to the bathroom before Mr. Seo.
"Mornin', baby" His groggy voice startles you as he enters his bathroom, not bothering to kick the door shut behind him like usual. His big arms found your waist, hugging you from behind. He groans a little when his chin lands on your shoulder. He let out a yawn, "Woke up so early, angel" Meeting your eyes in the mirror, his seductive gaze threw you off. "Such a shame you didn't wake me up with you," he cooed "Normally wake up earlier but...you certainly seemed to- well, I'm sure you know." he chuckled.
His words always left you so tongue tied, even now.
Mr. Seo sounds like he's high, or maybe drunk even. If anything he could confirm he's probably high on you—it's just his morning voice.
You finished brushing your teeth, trying to deny that you're horny for your own step-father at only nine a.m.
Johnny's hooded eyes meet yours once more. Lifting your shirt up, he discovered the lack of panties underneath. "D-Daddy I-"
He smiled, "Wearing my shirt with nothin' under?"
He lifted your body up onto the bathroom counter. "Wanted a round two this morning..."
Johnny lifted your shirt above your tits, giving him a full view of your chest. Taking your now hardened nipple in his fingers, he tweaked it. The action caused a broken whimper to escape your lips. "So pretty," Mr. Seo groaned under his breath. Parting your legs, he noticed your wetness dripping on his counters. Reaching in his boxers, he pulled out his dick and slowly pushed it inside you. Much to his slight delight—you still weren't used to his size. You weren't sure you'd ever get used to him.
You threw your head back, feeling Mr. Seo's dick brush against your cervix. He felt it too, his hips stuttered—"Awe, am I that deep inside your little pussy, baby?"
He smiled tiredly, your chest was heaving up and down so prettily as he fucked you. Johnny's fast paced thrusts turned long and drawn out. You gasped when you felt the oh-so familiar knot form in your stomach. Your hand found its way to your boob, kneading the flesh. "Daddy!" Your head bumped against the mirror. Your back was arching as you clenched down on Mr. Seo's cock. Your cunt was clenched around his cock so tightly, he wasn't sure if he could move.
He watched with his mouth slightly hung open, his lips found your neck as he plants kisses all over you through your orgasm.
Johnny hissed as he starts to move again, but he's met with his down high shooting ribbons of thick white liquid in your hole. Giving two last thrusts, he pulls out letting all his cum drip from your pretty cunt. His finger pushed his cum back inside you before he helped you down from the counter. Yanking his shirt off you, he turned on the shower.
"We're gonna shower."
Later that day, Mr. Seo was doing some of the few paperwork he had to do. It wasn't much—he was on vacation after all. Instead of dressing in his usual lounge wear, he wore the outfit he'd wear to work which comprised of a white button down shirt tucked into dress pants. You always thought his dress pants hugged his thighs nicely.
He sat at his desk, manspreading as he signed off papers with his signature when you walked in. You stood behind him looking at the papers with him.
Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you closer until you sat on his thigh. Giving you a kiss on your neck, his eyes were still glued to the paper he was reading. "What's up, buttercup?" he asked. You gave him a sigh as a response.
"I'm bored."
"You're bored?" he asked, raising his eyebrows but eyes still trained on the paper in front of him. You wished his eyes were trained on the person in front of him. "Mhm" you answered back, resting your head in the crook of his neck placing no distance between your bodies. Johnny wanted to give you attention—he wanted to give you attention so badly that he was so close to forgetting about the papers. But Johnny had such a knack for playing dumb, and he wanted to know how far you'd go just for him.
Mr. Seo looked at you briefly. "Then find something to do" he said nonchalant, placing a quick kiss to your nose.
College assignments were due weeks from now and you didn't feel like participating in group discussions either.
Suddenly, your interest pointed to his neck tie. You yanked on it, wrapping it around your hand and tugging on it causing Mr. Seo to slightly move. His expression never faltered—he glanced at you once and went back to signing that paper.
You had enough of being ignored.
"Y'know, Daddy, there's this boy at my campus" you said as if it wouldn't affect Mr. Seo. His eye brow perked up as he signed off another paper.
"A boy? What's his name?"
"Name's Jaemin. I- I Think he's cute, he asked me to get coffee with him later" you continued, twirling his graying hair in your finger. "Later as in?" he questioned with a slight smile on his face, but he was burning up on the inside despite knowing exactly what you were doing.
"I think he wanted to go at around...seven?"
"Seven?" Mr. Seo questioned, taken aback.
"Mhm—seven"
"I-Isn't that a little late to get coffee?" he questioned again, taking his glasses off and setting them down. You shrugged, "Dunno, you're still drinking coffee at ten. Don't see why not."
Johnny blinked a few times, furrowing his eyebrows. "You're not going out." You mimicked what any twenty-something year old girl your age would do when their parent denied them from seeing someone they were interested in—"What do you mean no?"
Taking your wrists in his hands, Mr. Seo spoke softly to you. "You're not going out because I said so. After all, I pay for the insurance of your car."
"But Daddy I-" You were cut off by a sharp spank to your ass.
Taking your face in his hands, Mr. Seo spoke firmly to you. "You're not going out and that's the end of it." he saw through your little game anyways, it was pretty clear to him. "Besides, I know you just want Daddy's attention. Isn't that right?"
Your lips parted, how did he see right through you?
"You're so cute" he cooed, placing little pecks on your lips. You pouted, "M'still bored, though"
"Well I think I could fix that" he smiled ominously.
You buried your head between his neck and shoulder, "I'll do anything, just don't wanna be so bored"
"Anything?" he asked. You gave him a lazy nod.
He hummed, lifting the hem of your shirt slightly.
Technically—it was his shirt.
What he discovered brought him amusement. "No panties," he chuckled "as expected".
You exuded embarrassment at his words. Lifting your shirt above your head, Mr. Seo had the only piece of clothing you had on in his hands. He scanned your body up and down with a small smirk on his face. "You're so pretty, baby," he cooed, pecking your neck and chest with kisses. "Baby's the prettiest I've ever seen."
"Wanna touch you, Daddy" you whined breathlessly. "You wanna touch Daddy?" he said with a grin on his face "go ahead and get on your knees for me then."
You did as he said. Eager to please him, you sank to your knees. You watched in need as Mr. Seo unbuckled his pants and pulled out his already hard dick from your ass rubbing against him.
"C'mere, baby. Don't be shy."
Letting you come closer, Mr. Seo tapped the head of his cock against your bottom lip before sliding it down your throat. One of his hands held the back of your head as the other guided his dick down. Your eyes pricked with tears when the head pushed past your gag reflex. You rested your hand to support your body when Mr. Seo began thrusting his dick in and out of your mouth.
He hissed between his teeth when your whimpers and the sounds of you choking on his dick filled the room. Tears were falling down your face the next time you looked up at him—you quickly reverted your eyes in embarrassment. "Ah, ah, ah, baby" Mr. Seo chuckled roughly "Look at Daddy when he fucks your m-mouth".
Looking up at him, your teary gaze struggled to train on him. Tears continued to fall and fall from your eyes, "Baby looks so fuckin' pretty when she cries, tears falling down your cheeks"
His dick felt so heavy in your mouth, you felt your wetness drip onto your thighs at the realization.
"Fuck" Mr. Seo groaned, his grip tightening as he felt like he could cum any second.
"Gonna cum in your mouth, angel". Quickly pulling out, he stroked his cock before all his cum landed in your mouth. As if it was second-nature to you, and much to Mr. Seo's surprise, you swallowed.
A breathy chuckle left his lips, "What a little slut"
Readjusting his pants, he cleaned himself back up as if nothing happened. He helped you back up onto his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist.
Feeling tired, Mr. Seo threw his head back in his chair. Immediately, he noticed something. The finishing touch to his plan of remodeling his house. "Wanna help me paint the walls?" he asked, getting excited over the thought of dragging you around the house with him once more. You sighed with a smile on your face as you toyed with the collar of his button-up shirt.
'I'd rather you paint my walls," you said, looking up at him through your lashes.
"Your walls? We'd paint all the walls though- Oh."
☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!
☆ GENRE: smut, pwp
☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au
☆ WARNINGS: explicit language, nicknames, dirty talking, possessiveness, rough sex, praise kink, oral (giving and receiving), spitting, choking, unprotected (wrap up yall!!)
☆ WC: 4.1k
☆ SYNOPSIS: A harmless game of Truth Or Dare with your housemates reveals Jaehyun’s true desires and has him eyeing you the entire night.
☆ AUTHORS NOTE: this is the only part for jaehyun ! sorry for the long wait,, i started this during my writing hiatus and did not have much motivation to finish it since its been really difficult to write smut lately :/ regardless, i hope you can leave me some feedback if you liked it <3 doyoung’s part will be the next in the series once i get to it !
“If you could kiss anyone in this room right now, who would it be?” Johnny beckons his drink to Jaehyun, who blinks at him with knitted eyebrows and a quizzical expression.
It’s one of those rare nights where all your housemates are home and Doyoung is actually out of his room to participate in everyone’s foolishness. All six of you sit comfortably in the living room as the fifth round of Truth or Dare commences.
You share the large couch with Jaemin and Haechan, sandwiching you in between them happily. Doyoung, Jaehyun and Johnny are seated in their own respective chairs that circle the tiny coffee table in the center.
And if your housemates could be any more distracting, Jaehyun sits laid-back without a shirt on and grey sweatpants that fit loosely on his legs, manspreading as if he has all the space in the world. His soft hair falls messily around his face from constantly running his hands through it and his abs flex without him needing to do much.
It’s hard not to stare, but no one in the room calls you out for doing so. They’ve all stared at you plenty enough times on other occasions, so it would be hard for any of them to give you a counterargument. Jaehyun simply looks good enough to devour, and he can say the same for you as he steals sly glances your way.
warnings: 18+, very cliché p*rn stuff, age difference, profanities, oral sex (m), impact play, breath play, creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, hair pulling, unprotected sex
word count: 2.6k
a/n: DILF JAEHYUN AGENDA YES🥵🥵💦💦 for all my thirsty hoes<3 had to write this when man was out there looking so fucking hot in that suit😭 also this is straight up cliché p*rn you’ll find on any of those sites and some really bad smut, so sorry for that…
hey and this is a celebratory fic for 1 year anniversary of my blog for turning into a kpop writing blog!
You quietly shut the door of the kid’s bedroom after you were assured she was asleep. With a satisfied sigh, you climbed down the stairs and into the living room.
Glancing at the clock, you saw that it was already past 11pm. You were babysitting for Mr. Jung who had just moved into the neighborhood with his seven year old daughter. You had your other responsibilities and college stuff, so why exactly were you here in your neighbor’s house at this hour of the night?
Well, it would be an understatement to say that Mr. Jung was good looking. The man was fine as hell, had the body of a Greek god and he even smelled heavenly. The features on his face complemented each other perfectly and made him look like he was sculpted by an amazing artist. And oh, he was definitely packing down there. The number of times he had caught you staring at him was embarrassing and he probably knew already that you had the hots for him. He was a whole ass meal and had several people drooling for him.
Mr. Jung was basically a sex god and someone every girl dreamed of.
summary. you’d realized fairly early on that there’s something very slightly different about jeno and jaehyun; not bad, just…nothing you’ve ever known before. you do your best not to think about it and not to think about them, but it’s getting harder and harder to keep your mind off of the two most coveted frat boys on campus, especially as they make it clearer and clearer that you’re the only one they want… and that they always get what they want. between jeno’s pointed teasing and jaehyun’s gentler goading, it’s obvious that they’ve put self-serving targets on your back. jeong jaehyun and lee jeno are nothing if not notorious for their aim. (creds to @gohyuck aka raya my beloved for this incredible summary)
pairing. lee jeno x reader x jeong jaehyun
genre. smut, mild humor
word count. 27.1k (one day….i will atone for my sins)
contents & warnings. explicit smut (somewhat soft dom!jaehyun, somewhat hard dom!jeno, sub!reader, public groping, fingering, oral (receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, praise kink, nipple/breast play (receiving), lots of dirty talking), brief mentions of drugs and alcohol, and there’s, like, one creep who objectifies the reader
author’s note. just a note that, because jeno and jaehyun are incubi, their seduction techniques may come across as mildly predatory at times. there are elements of dubcon in this story, so please take note of this if you plan to read! (the dubcon scene in question is mild and becomes actual consent quickly, if that’s any consolation!!) i hope you enjoy, and please, please, please, let me know if you liked it!
“I’m jus’ sayin’–” Donghyuck starts, his voice garbled due to his mouthful of food, and you cringe in disgust, frowning and wrinkling your nose in distaste as you slap his arm lightly.
“Stop talking with your mouth full.” You admonish him, and he glowers at you before chewing his fries and swallowing them.
“They both clearly want you, you’re clearly into both of them; just bite the bullet and hook up with at least one of them.”
“I don’t know…they make me kinda nervous. They give me strange vibes.” You mutter, peering across the cafeteria. The targets of your stare are busy laughing it up with the rest of their fraternity brothers, painting the picture-perfect candid shot for all their adoring fans. At the dreamy sigh that leaves Lucy’s lips, you’re guessing she disagrees.
“A man shows anything more than platonic interest in you and he gives you strange vibes.” Donghyuck points out, and you glare at him, snatching a fry from his plate. He gasps in horror, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly as he splutters indignantly. “What the-?! What you’ve just done…is unforgivable.”
