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nsfw blog for bloomingstay which is also a side blog so sorry it's confusing around here late 20s, any pronouns, chan ult currently in the process of being binnie wrecked~

[staysinbloom]

psa if you’re a creator and I’ve reblogged “bookmark” I’m just saving it to read and will scream about in a reblog later when I’ve finished it. thanks for all your hard work!

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[tasteracha]

the cat that got the cream.

a/n: well. i did it. also, i can't believe this is the first time i've written a daddy kink???? that's crazy. anyways. warnings: reader has a pussy, daddy!kink, minho calls reader kitten. SMUT - MINORS DNI.

you knew minho was working; he had told you he would be occupied for the rest of the night with an apology and a kiss to your forehead, but you were horny and he has never denied you before. you pad into the bedroom, the only thing keeping you from being completely naked is his white button up shirt that you had been wearing all day.

“daddy,” you tug at the bottom of the shirt, rolling the material between your fingers.

“daddy’s busy, kitten,” he looks away from his computer screen for a moment and your face is reflected in his glasses. you look a little pitiful, your bottom lip tugged between your teeth as you give him your widest-eyed stare.

“i don’t want to disturb you, i just…” you trail off, taking a step closer to him. “need you.” 

“you can play with yourself for a bit, can’t you?” he asks, taking one of your hands in his and dragging his thumb against your skin. he returns his attention to the screen and lets go of your hand, and your body sways towards him with the lack of touch. 

“i tried,” you pout, but it goes unnoticed by him. “can’t do it without you.” 

“fuck,” he sucks in air through his teeth, glancing between you and his computer a few times. “alright, come here.” 

he stands and your entire body sings, ready for him to drag you to bed and have his way for you, but you’re stopped short when he takes his pants off and settles back into his desk chair. he pulls you by the arm and settles you into his lap, both of your legs straddling his thigh with his arms around you. 

no, not around you. reaching past you so that he could keep typing away at his computer. 

“what?” you turn your head towards his, leaning in to whisper your lips against his, but he pulls back. 

“i said i was busy,” he tuts, pushing your head back gently until your chin was tucked away against his neck. “get yourself off, kitten. i need to get my work done.”

you flush so hard you feel lightheaded - he wants you to get yourself off on his thigh while he works? you should feel offended but instead a rush of thrill sparks up your spine and your hips move on their own accord. your bare pussy slides against his thigh, the wetness from you collecting with every twitch of your body, and it feels good. 

the sound of your breathing pairs with the clacking of his fingers against the keyboard. you push past the embarrassment of him letting you use his body like this as he ignores you completely, as if you were truly one of his cats begging for his attention. you lean into it fully, bracing your hands against his chest as you roll your hips back and forth, back and forth, gasping when your clit brushes directly against his skin. 

“fuck, daddy,” you moan out to deaf ears, unable to keep the words from spilling out of your mouth. “feels so- so good.” 

you’re not close yet, but the feeling is so good that it doesn’t matter whether you come or not. you drift into the pleasure, your body moving on its own as you bury your head in the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. you don’t realize how long you’ve been going at it until you start sweating, your muscles settling into soreness as you start to slow down. 

you also don’t notice that the sound of typing has stopped, but you feel the hands that grip at your waist as if they were molten hot, the pads of minho’s fingers searing into you like a brand. he tugs at you sharply, your pussy digging into his thigh in a way that makes your entire body jerk. he pulls you back and jerks you forward again, riding you against his thigh like you were a toy. 

“that’s it,” he whispers into your ear, keeping his pase fast and brutal. “you’re doing so good for me kitten.”

the praise filters through your head even though you truly weren’t doing anything, and as you come your vision whites out and the noise in your ears turns gray and staticky. when you come back to yourself you’re still on his lap, nestled into his body perfectly. 

“thank you, min,” you mumble, nuzzling him with your head and closing your tired eyes. 

“of course, kitten,” are the last words you hear, drifting off with a satisfied smile on your face, looking like a cat that just got the sweetest cream.

[skzms]

I was stalking your ao3 bookmarks and I read this absolutely amazing story called Haebang. Remember it’s abt the sex retreat sana tricked Chan into going to??? Do you have any recs like that???? I think that’s one of my all time favorite stories

ooooohhh listennn that one was actually a recommendation from my absolute bestie @bloomingstay and like, it rocked my fucking world and I don't even know if I told them yet so toki if you read this asjkdhkask forgive me, remind me to rant at you

but maybe they can give more recs as well! since you're already in my bookmarks 😍

I can't think of anything similar, as in wholesome, but I do have more poly!skz recs (which are also in my bookmarks, so you may have seen them already) Piece o' Cake – ongoing, one of my absolute favs!!! Felix finds a job at a cafe, that turns out to be much more than just a cafe Don't You Dare: Game Time – tagged consensual non-monogamy, and it's very sexy, just smutty smut. not poly Dream Stream – in which chan is a camboy and hooks up with his most generous supporters Lee Minho is the guru your heart needs – canon comp skz falling into sweet polyamory (the LONGEST one that has been going on for years and is just a lot of fun)

[staysinbloom]

oh may 🥹 thank you hun~

@abby-wanna-bangchan okay so, i so understand. that was one of my first skz fics i read just in january and omfg i was pulling all nighters i just couldn't put it down, i adore that story so much.

the good news~! that author has put out a couple bonus chapters, and plans to continue writing more for it starting this summer or fall when they graduate! i think they're most active on twitter with updates.

as far as another story similar, i don't think i've ever found a story quite like haebang. and you already follow skzms so i'm sure you've seen the must-reads in non-monogamy <3

however~ on this blog you can search in my tags for 'poly', and find quite a bit, since it's one of my favorite tags. i do want to mention though that i was quite new to the idea of poly and uneducated, so some of my poly tagged fics are actually just non-monogamy. and also, admittedly, mostly smutty.

i'm going to go dig through my ao3 saves and see if i find anything else and i'll link it here, just wanted to get this answered ☺️💛 thank you friends~

[forlix]

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[skzms]

Just saw an old clip of Chan and in it he says he doesn't wear many rings often cause he doesn't like his hands/fingers

LISTEN

As someone who would say they don't have a thing for hands but can appreciate a nice pair of hands. Bangchan has heckin' nice hands

you are so right and you should say it!!!! his hands are GORGEOUS and also SO FUCKING SEXY

[antisocial-socialbutterfly]

In case we've all forgotten how sexy his hands are:

Thank you :]

[skzms]

thank you for this addition i am 🥴🥴🥴

[milkteabinniechan]

💌 announcement 💌

I am moving to a new state in a couple of months so I've been trying to get everything together and it's been a lot mentally and financially.

So for the next couple of months (now until August) I am going to be running a special 💕

Everyone that donates to my ko-fi (ANY amount) will receive a SKZ drabble from me!! Limit to one member of your choice :))

Just add your tumblr username in the notes when you donate, and you'll get a drabble from me! You'll find my rules on writing in my pinned post 💗

Please consider donating<3 any amount helps me out! And thank you all for being here and being wonderful and supportive 💝

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[milkteabinniechan]

Shamelessly promoting this again and asking for your help ☺️💓☺️💓

[cbini]

idk if you’ve answered this before who in skz likes to eat their own cum? whether it’s out of you or after they jerked off ?

oooo fun one, i haven’t!!

chan - he’s actually kind of embarrassingly into tasting his own cum. it started off of course just… licking his hand clean after he nuts when he jerks off. it’s sorta gross but he didn’t mind it, it actually kinda made his spent cock twitch tbh. and then once he started cumming in you he definitely found the appeal in licking his cum out of you. his favorite thing though is to share a nasty little cum kiss with you, spit and cum swapping between your slick lips and seeping down your chins. his love for pineapple juice pays off for you and him.

changbin - bin definitely pulls out to eat your pussy. like just in general when he maybe needs a break, but for sure when he’s done cumming he likes to lick his cum out of you. you’re already so sweetly sensitive because he made you cum your brains out, so he’ll lick you gently to soothe you and maybe, hopefully, get you to cum one last time. your cunt’s so pretty always but especially when it drips with his pearly cum. he wiggles his tongue inside your hole and groans at how well your tastes mix together. you’re his little cream puff, he’ll eat well <3

hyunjin - hyune sucks on his fingers in bed when he’s feeling overwhelmed or wants to shut himself up when he’s too loud, so after a particularly good jerk off session, he mindlessly shoved two long fingers in his mouth forgetting he has cum all over his them. you know how dramatic hyunjin is, he whined and sputtered and kicked his legs about how he didn’t mean to do that, but…… but it was kinda hot? his lips look good with cum shining on them and it makes for such a seductive picture to send you. will you come home soon?

jisung - hannie likes anything wet and messy and a little nasty so yeah, for sure he likes to eat his own cum. idk i see him as a gagger, it might make him gag a little bit, but that can be sexy too! he likes it best when you’re involved and when you tell him what to do, so if you want him to eat his cum out of you, he will. you want him to lick the cum off his hand, you want him to jerk off on the hardwood floor and lick it up after? endless possibilities. he absolutely will without question. being gross makes him feel sexy and so joyfully debauched.

[straykeedz]

we’re alright ; chanlix (mxm only!)

18+ only. mdni with my fics, whether it's here or on ao3.

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“‘m sorry…” chris mumbles, a soft kiss on felix’s navel, then another one on his hipbone, and the next thing felix knows - chris is stripping him down, knelt before him. “‘m sorry,” chris repeats, talking more to himself than to his lover. 

“it’s okay,” felix assures him, running his fingers through his boyfriend’s soft curls. 

“it’s not. it’s not. let me make it up to you, yeah?” chris whispers on felix’s skin, burying his nose in the soft hair of felix’s happy trail. when felix mumbles out a breathy affirmative response, only then does chris pull his boyfriend’s boxers down his legs, his lips ghosting over felix’s skin. 

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[skzms]

to add on to those sharing is caring Seungmin asks,,, Minho fucking Seungmin into Sungie bc ‘Let me show you how to do it properly puppy’ ? idkkk that just seemed like a SiC!Minho thing to do😮‍💨🫣😵‍💫

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askhdkh PLEASE

🔞 dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, CUM AND SPIT, mxm content, seungmin who cums really fast and really hard </3

Minho pushes him in, slowly but all at once, making Jisung mewl and Seungmin nearly lose his goddamn mind. Their moans are wet and desperate, and it makes Minho's vision fuzzy at the edges.

The first time he ruts forward, he knows he's hitting Seungmin's prostate because he nearly collapses on top of Jisung where he's kneeling, face buried in the sheets, tight hole wrapped around Seungmin's cock.

Minho pulls him up, props him against his own chest, winds a solid arm around Seungmin's waist and starts rolling his hips.

It's slow and controlled, his hands on Seungmin's waist, guiding him as he fucks into Jisung again and again and again, and Jisung whimpers so prettily that he knows it feels good. Seungmin's nails dig into Jisung's ass, desperately clawing at skin trying to ground himself. But Minho is too drunk on it all. He needs to test their limits. He needs more more more.

He breathes against Seungmin's throat and watches goosebumps race over his skin, his nipples pebbled and so hard, Minho can't help but touch.

Seungmin sobs beautifully when he does.

"No, n-no ... Min ... Da- daddy, I can't ... hnnngg don't, 's too much, I'll c-cum ..."

Minho sees white. He hums like it's a question.

"Yeah? Will you, puppy?"

And Seungmin cums before he can even finish his sentence, his whole body locking up, fucking forward so hard Minho's cock slips from his hole and that makes Seungmin shiver more, but it doesn't seem to matter. He sobs all the way through his high before he slackens and almost collapses backwards, but Minho catches him. He's entirely boneless.

"Oh, puppy," Minho purrs. It's sweet, yet condescending.

"Came so fast, how am I meant to teach you like this?"

Seungmin's head falls back, to the side, until his lips graze over Minho's neck. Minho bites back a moan.

"I can go again. I like when it hurts a li'l."

Minho thinks he might keep this one around.

and I need to add because I read this wrong the first time and my brain went BZZZTTTT

Minho fucking Jisung in front of Seungmin, making Jisung face Seungmin as he rails him. Seungmin realises that whatever lie he told himself that he wasn't attracted to Jisung like this has just become moot. Because he is. So, so attracted him.

Jisung is beautiful. And filthy. His hair is sweaty and mussed, his eyes rolling back, lips bitten and parted, spit drooling out of his mouth.

When he surges forward and a big glob of it lands right on Seungmin's poor neglected cock, the noise Seungmin makes is pathetic. What's even more pathetic is that he's pretty sure he could come untouched just from the feeling of it.

And when Jisung's eyes fall on it, and he surges forward, wraps one of his stupidly sexy hands around it, looks up at Seungmin and mumbles something Seungmin can't even make out ...

He's done for. He cums, hard and fast and dizzying, the kind of orgasm that makes his toes curl, and his eyes roll back. Though when he forces them back down and sees Jisung's face, covered in his spend, slack tongue lolling out of his mouth with his cum still dripping off it – His cock betrays him and spurts more, hitting him in the cheek.

When Jisung cums soon after, with Seungmin's mess still on his face (though he swallowed the drops on his tongue, which made Seungmin moan pathetically through the haze of his aftershocks) Seungmin has to force himself to not think about whether he came faster because he might actually get hard again, and then there's no telling what Minho will do to him. He gets hard anyways.

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[skzms]

two short seungmin thots for my sharing is caring besties <3

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[cb97percent]

「Drabbles」 · #3

SCRATCH POST ➥ He claims the letter 'S' stands for a lot of things this weekend: Sun, sea, sand, Sex on the Beach... You're not about to admit that out loud, but you're secretly hoping he doesn't solely mean the cocktail.

Because damn he's bringing sexy back.

➥ Best friend!Chris x Reader (f) — 3.7k (so much for a drabble)

➥ Prompt(s) requested: 46 || There will be multiple versions of this prompt.

➥ The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to proceed at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.

⚠ — Public sex, heavy thirst turning wholesome.

“I’ll go for a dip,” he placed his shades on the little side table between you, “Then let’s eat. I’m starving.”

The response on the tip of your tongue was way too X-rated for 2 in the afternoon, so you nodded with a warm smile instead and watched him disappear into the sea.

When Chris suggested balling out on a beach weekend to get over the thesis defense PTSD, you didn’t even think twice. Hell yeah to a much-deserved vacation with your best friend, daydrinking until you got shitfaced over pretty cocktails at the beach club. 

If you claimed the prospect of seeing him half naked had nothing to do with how much you were looking forward to this trip, instant VIP space in hell for you.

For years, it was like there was this unspoken rule between you that prevented doing something utterly stupid, and you pretty much friendzoned each other as if it was government mandated. He was kind, not to mention so pleasing to look at—of course you would develop a stupid crush much like everyone who sighed after him when he walked by, but nothing to make a big deal out of. It was eventually going to go away. It had to. No crush lasted that long.

Growing up together has its cons. You can’t really notice what’s right in front of your nose because you’re not programmed to perceive it a certain way. 

But something began to crack inside you when Chris started becoming a man. All of a sudden, he wasn’t the cute dork you knew anymore. 

His features sharpened along with his jawline. His voice got deeper along with his gaze, and you realized the things you wanted to do with his sculpted body had long crossed the border of wholesome cuddling. He felt too firm under your touch to be a mere pillow anyway. Your banters turned into relentless flirting that always ended with smug grins, but it still didn’t go past that.

Growing up together has its cons. You can’t really notice what’s right in front of your nose because you’re not programmed to perceive it a certain way. As an object of desire, to be precise. 

That afternoon on the beach, however, Chris was literally forcing his way into your tunnel vision. When he got out of the water, he somehow managed to bend time, and everything turned into slow motion. 

Your brainrot got way out of hand.

His curls were still somewhat visible despite his wet hair, and his shorts sticking to his thick thighs were not leaving anything to the imagination. Your eyes were following each drop trickling down his chiseled torso, and you were a minor breeze away from jumping him to lick all the salt off his skin. When he raised his arms to wash his hair under the cold shower, the muscles on his back strained so hard that you were visibly dripping between your legs.

Good god, this fucking scratch post.

After all those years you’d known Chris, one thing was still a medical mystery. You had no idea how a person could look extremely hot doing the most benign things. Walking, drinking water, breathing… 

“Are you still firm on sunbathing, or can we take shelter in a cabana?” he woke you up from your violent delusions while drying himself with a towel.

“I could use some shade,” you pressed your legs together and pretended his god-like figure had absolutely no effect on you, “Wanna hit the bar first?”

“I’d kill for a Sex on the Beach right now.”

Sure. Why suggest any other drink when the corniest fucking innuendo existed, right?!

You and me both, brother, you wanted to say but opted for biting your tongue, silently picking up your things and heading to the palm-decorated area behind you.

“Can we have two Sex on the Be—”

“Nuh uh, make it a pitcher please,” you hijacked his order, “The gentleman here doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

Because it was firmly established that you weren’t going to be able to survive the day if you weren’t at least moderately buzzed around this menace. While waiting for your drinks, Chris looked you up and down for no reason at all and furrowed his brows when he took notice of something.

“You came to the beach wearing fucking lipgloss?”

“It’s called a balm, you peasant,” you corrected him, “To prevent my lips from getting chapped.”

“So not to make them look more kissable or anything,” he leaned against the counter with a shit-eating grin.

See, it was things like this that made your palms itch, making you feel like you were being put to some test. This motherfucker thought he was oh so irresistible, which he was to be frank, but he had no idea the kind of hell you could drag him through if you snapped. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to shoo the urges trying to override your sanity.

“You’re making fun of my skincare products, but you’re wearing fucking cologne,” you scoffed.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are! You smell like candy.”

“OR maybe my pheromones just smell sweet to you.”

You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face so hard, but unfortunately for you, it was at moments like this that your lizard brain was telling you to get on your knees and suck him dry.

“Pheromones do not release themselves, you know?” you shrugged and placed your elbows on the bar counter, “Maybe something triggered it.”

He chuckled, very much entertained, but didn’t answer. As you were hyperfocused on the mixology show in front of you, you could feel Chris’ eyes practically parkouring all over your body, and it was tickling something inside you. When your order was fulfilled, he picked up the tray and headed to the nearest cabana. While you were busy pouring generous amounts of the orangy drink over ice, he took his sweet time fishing for something from his bag and eventually handed you a bottle of sunscreen.

“Cream me, will you?”

Okay, that’s enough!

Not if he creamed himself first. That word choice was fucking deliberate, and if he thought you weren’t going to retaliate anymore just because you were playing nice all this time…

You took a big sip from your drink staring at him, then snatched the bottle from his hand. He sat at the very edge of the mattress and downed his entire glass in one go as if he were merely drinking water. You weren’t sure what exactly was the cause of the excessive thirst—his earlier hardcore swimming session, or… 

You positioned yourself right behind him comfortably, perfectly aligning your body against his, and let your legs dangle from either side of him. While the point was to fluster him, you were hit with a sudden realization.

You had never been this close to him before.

To make matters worse, Chris had just gotten out of the cool sea water and taken an even colder shower, but his body was on fire like he’d been sitting under the sun for hours, emitting all the heatwave back at you. In all senses of the word. 

You knew you were too close, but so did he. When you didn’t do anything, he briefly looked to his left side, not turning around all the way back, but it was enough for you to see the playful smile on his lips. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself of what your task was supposed to be, then sprayed several splashes of the coconutty liquid on his back. 

He hissed loudly when you established that first skin-to-skin contact.

“Cold?”

“Yeah,” he uttered a little too breathily, “but I like it.”

Well, if he liked this, then…

You pressed your palms on his shoulders and started running your hands down his arms. Much more slowly than you should have. The sunscreen was almost like a massage oil substitute for the way you were moving. When the pressure of your touch increased, his eyes closed and his breathing slowed down, his body unintentionally leaning into you.

“Tanned skin suits you so much,” you confessed in a whisper with no ulterior motive for once, “I really like it.”

Chris always sucked at taking compliments, but you could tell how much he was enjoying it from the muffled chuckle he let out.

“A little bit down.”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to give instructions when you’re getting creamed, Christopher.”

You removed your hands from his arms and placed two fingers on his nape, sliding it down his spine and watching how you were breaking goosebumps on his skin. And that was the moment your intrusive thoughts took complete control. 

When you reached right between his shoulder blades, your feathery touches mutated into a scratch. You sized him up, waiting for a sign of discomfort, but all you saw was the way he bit his lips. 

He loved this.

Your breathing on his back pleasantly tickling him, you kept drawing slow, random lines without a particular destination in mind, culminating into an accidental discovery. The dent right under his left shoulder blade. He sharply inhaled.

Very interesting.

“You’re sensitive here, huh?” you quietly observed.

“M-Maybe.”

“What happens if I kiss you there?”

“Don’t—!”

Before he could finish his warning, you kissed that spot, and he let slip a full on dragged out moan. The real heat of his skin was nothing short of hellfire. The shape of your moist lips started appearing all over his back, spiking an urge to go full territorial and cover him with kiss marks. His soft but still ecstatic whines were so cute, but you wanted to hear it louder. He shuddered when you pressed your breasts against his bare back. 

You let your instincts take the wheel, wrapping one arm around his waist, then sliding your hand inside his still-damp shorts. 

“W-What are you doing?”

“Helping myself,” you quietly responded while kissing his back.

Never in a million years would you be able to guess you would one day feel Chris under your palm. Throbbing. Leaking. For you. He was mouthwateringly hard, and with every lazy stroke, he was letting go a bit more. He threw his head back and rested his nape on your right shoulder. You kissed his fully exposed neck. You kissed his shoulders. He was melting into a puddle already, and if you kept this up, he wasn’t going to be able to recover from the embarrassment of the mess he was about to cause.

“Enjoying ourselves, are we?” you smiled against his neck.

“Enjoying?” he creased his brows, “Do you not realize how hard I am right now?”

“Very,” you observed in a serious tone, “Am I hurting you?”

“You’re going to if you don’t do something about it.”

All of a sudden, you pulled your hand back, and Chris crashed into reality headfirst. He let out such a disappointed groan, but it quickly turned into a much bigger anticipation when he watched you close the drapes and turn around again.

“Like what?” you asked while taking careful steps towards him.

He lost the ability to speak. 

You gently pushed on his chest to signal him to move backwards. He wasn’t able to take his eyes off of you, just watching you crawl towards him like a crouching tiger until his back hit the wooden surface behind him.

“Like sitting on it maybe?” you straddled him with unrushed movements.

Feeling your heat on his cock even through those layers of fabric almost fried his brain. He was looking up at you with huge eyes and parted lips, incredulous that you were actually on his lap. As you were grinding on him torturously slowly, he was gawking at your breasts, not being able to figure out how he could touch you everywhere all at once.

“Wanna feel them?”

If he didn’t nod way too enthusiastically for his own good, maybe it wouldn’t occur to you to block his attempt to cop a feel at the last second.

“You didn’t say please,” you tsked in disapproval, “Not very gentlemanly of you.”

Chris closed his eyes and bit into his smile, fully aware how his go-to line to tease you had backfired on him. If only he knew for how long you were collecting things to throw back at his face…

“Please.”

“Please what?”

He was getting visibly embarrassed no matter how much he was trying to play it cool. You didn’t think this could get any more entertaining than it already was, but oh well… 

“Can I please touch?”

“Touch where?”

When he attempted to touch you, you stopped him from his wrists. Or more like he let you stop him considering his inhumane strength. You lifted his arms, pushed them back, and leaned into his face.

“Touch where?”

“Your–Your tits.”

As a response, you placed his hands on your breasts and squeezed them on his behalf, causing him to gulp so thickly and twitch under you. You honestly weren’t expecting such strong reactions from him, making this moment all the more satisfying for you. When you threw your arms around his neck, he took that as an opening to free your breasts and immediately started sucking on the sensitive flesh. 

If this was how he made out with your nipples, ain’t no telling what he would do on your clit.

He could feel how you were reacting to him now, softly moaning and clenching on top of him, but it wasn’t enough. How could it ever be enough? He looked up at you once again and pulled you close to kiss you, but…

“Be patient,” you stopped him. Again.

His face fell, but it wasn’t necessarily because you didn’t grant permission. It was a certain word you used that got him almost mad.

“Isn’t ten fucking years enough patience for you?”

The smug smile you were wearing all this time erased itself.

Growing up together has its cons. You can’t really notice what’s right in front of your nose because you’re not programmed to perceive it a certain way. As an object of desire, to be precise. And when you realize you do, you have to put a leash on it so as not to lose the one thing that matters the most to you.

Sometimes for ten years.

“I can finally touch you,” Chris kissed your collarbones, and the desperation in his voice was growing stronger, “I’m about to fucking lose it, please.” 

It almost made you cave.

The smile that reappeared on your lips was simply diabolical. If only he could shut himself up, you wouldn’t be teasing him so much, but he was giving you weapon after weapon. It wasn’t your fault—he put it in your head.

“Sorry,” you kissed his nose and uttered regretfully, “I don’t remember cumming.”

It suddenly turned into a staredown. Without looking away, he slid your bikini to the side and pressed his fingers on your clit, immediately deliquescing whatever amount of stubbornness you still put up. 

“You’re wet,” he spoke from between your breasts, still drawing delicious circles, “Admit it. This is because you watched me shower, right?”

“W-What shower?”

“Come on, baby girl. I saw you staring,” his grin made a comeback, “I think it’s only polite if I clean up after myself, don’t you reckon?”

The way he was beyond himself just pleasuring you, completely lost in ecstasy was one of the sexiest things you’d ever witnessed. Nevertheless, you were still wondering how much further you could push it without giving him what he was deeply craving.

“No.”

“Let me eat it.”

“But no.”

“Let me!”

His frustration had no business being this cute. Ever so merciful, you finally decided to do him a favor since he insisted.

“I should cream your face, too, right?” you brushed your thumbs on his cheeks, “For good measure.”

The maniacal glint in his eyes was almost dangerous. He slid down in his place to make you sit on his face, not even letting you strip, and he hooked his fingers in your bottoms to expose you. When he finally started dragging his tongue all over your cunt, it was with so much appetite that you almost let a scream slip for how intense the feeling was. 

He was getting the sloppy kiss you denied him from your pussy. 

His hands were all over your body, groping whatever piece of flesh he could reach, and every command he received, he fulfilled it to perfection. To tease faster. To suck harder. To moan louder. This much obedience was the last thing you expected from him. 

“Chris, I’m g— Fuck, too much!”

He didn’t care. You promised to cream his face for good measure, so every drop he could get, he was going to, especially when you were cumming that hard in his mouth. He timed your contractions to decide when you were finally coming down, then climbed back up to pull you on his lap again.

You finally kissed him.

When your lips touched his after two forevers, he heaved a deep and content sigh in your mouth. You could taste the Sex on the Beach on his tongue. And the sea. And yourself. 

And pure lust. 

Growing up together has its cons. You can’t really notice what’s right in front of your nose because you’re not programmed to perceive it as an object of desire, but once you do, there is absolutely nothing you can do to take it back.

You dragged down the waist of his shorts to free him and were instantly hit with the fact that touching it and seeing it with your own eyes were entirely different experiences. He looked concerningly scrumptious, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine the type of pleasure he was capable of providing you. You aligned his girth with your entrance, and the groans he let out as he was sinking into you were alarming, to say the least.

“Holy shit, that’s… TIGHT!” 

“Shh, people are going to hear you,” you covered his mouth, but couldn’t help laughing at his overenthusiasm either.

“Look at my forehead,” he removed your hand, “Does it say I give a fuck?” 

“No?”

“It’s because I don’t,” he groped your sides once he bottomed out, “Now let’s fuck, baby.”

Yes, you had imagined this very moment in your most inappropriate thoughts, maybe even in excruciating detail when you were touching yourself, and the context was always more or less the same. Chris, the number one frequenter of your wet dreams, spewing profanities at your face while defiling you to his heart’s content.

That afternoon on that beach, however, it was your favorite person in the whole wide world, hugging your waist, looking deep into your eyes to keep track of exactly how he was making you feel so that he could move better for you. Every time he extracted a muffled moan out of you, every time he made you curse, every time you squeezed your eyes and sank your fingertips deeper into his skin for how good you were feeling, his own pleasure quadrupled.

Even though you were fucking as hard as you always thought you would, you had never pictured it to be this… visceral.

“Our first time,” he smiled against your neck and swelled your heart in your chest five times its size, “Finally.”

“Stop being so adorable!”

“Why?” he looked at you with his usual smug smile again, “Does it make you wanna fuck me harder?”

“It kinda does, yeah.”

He latched himself on your lips and kept kissing you for god knows how long. Feeling him this close and his refusal to be away from you simultaneously made you wetter and induced an intense desire to cry.

Out of happiness.

“Fuck me harder,” he spoke into your mouth, “Scratch me again.”

“OR,” you echoed his much earlier remark, “maybe I deny you until you snap.”

“You realize I fucking bench your weight, right?”

In the blink of an eye, you found yourself on your back. You instinctively started laughing for you were caught completely off guard, but it instantaneously disappeared when you realized how much his gaze had darkened.

“I said scratch,” he firmly commanded this time while placing one leg on his shoulder, “Like I said. Cream me.”

You were loving this shade on him.

His thrusts suddenly turned much sharper, and you couldn’t remember the last time you were fucked this good. Completely carnally with kisses turning into bites and touches shapeshifting into needy gropes all over. You were so wet with how aroused you were that you could feel yourself dripping down your ass, and when you finally started dragging your nails down Chris’ back, precisely when you reached that spot, his orgasm hit him so hard that he had to slam his lips on yours to silence himself.

You never realized how much more beautiful he could get with afterglow, resting his head on your chest. 

“So I’m thinking having two separate rooms is not exactly frugal,” he finally looked up at you, “We can share mine.”

“Why yours?”

“It has a hot tub.”

“Isn’t sleeping on the couch gonna be uncomfortable for you?”

In all fairness, you had deserved to get tickled to death for that snark, and no amount of ‘I’m sorry’s were enough to save your ass.

“If you wanna play it that way, then we’re not leaving this cabana,” he trapped you under his frame.

“It’s gonna get cold,” you started playing with his hair, reciprocating his mischievous grin, “There are no blankets here.”

“I’m gonna give you three guesses for how we’ll keep warm all night,” he kissed your hand, “If you can’t get it right, I’m eating your pussy until you cry.”

“Hugging.”

“No.”

“Cuddling.”

“No.”

“Fucking?”

His eyes glinted the same way they did when you suggested creaming his face for good measure, and he started slithering down between your legs.

“No.” 

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[cbini]

honey’s

pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader

warnings: sex shop owner!hyunjin, exhibitionism, fingering, sexual enhancers, dirty talk, nipple clamps, pussy pumping, vibrators, ~special guests~, slight reader x special guests, rule 63!, spoiler alert… minsung minsunging, overstimulation, protected sex, cumming in mouth, cum kissing

a/n: thank you to my 🌵 anon for sending in the ask that inspired this baby! i hope this little fic does it justice and that you (and everyone else) enjoy it! happy new year my friends!!!! 🪩🥳🎈🍾 also this is the pic im referencing at the beginning! i feel like it would look super cool in hyunjin’s specific art style.

the store’s a lot more artsy than you remember it being. 

it’s the same store you bought your last little friend from, and now you’re in dire need of a new one. that’s your newest revelation, courtesy of one too many accidental edging sessions when your vibrator slows to a stop just as you’re about to cum… no matter how long you charge it for. 

it might be less embarrassing to buy a toy or two or three online, but you want to hold it in your hands. you want to see it for yourself before making your big decision. 

this is the prettiest sex shop you’ve ever been in, but it surely didn’t look like this the last time you came. maybe the shop is under new management? the walls are stark white with nearly floor-to-ceiling length pink and white cabinets spanning some of the area. glass shelves line the cabinets to display toy sets and other erotic memorabilia. you’re amazed by how the newly decorated shop manages to look both minimalist and maximalist at once. 

there’s a cursive, LED sign on the wall that reads: honey’s. 

and luckily for you, it seems you’re honey’s first customer of the day. 

despite the contents that fill the shelves before you, your eyes are first drawn to the erotic paintings that are hung on the walls. the paintings are beautiful, and you’re struck by the sensuality that emanates from them. couples lovingly entwined, tongues clashing, a dripping cunt spread open like a blooming flower. 

you’re drawn to the one in the far corner, feet carrying you there before you even think to look at the selection of toys the shop has to offer. 

it’s a woman, bare chested and beautiful, but you’ve never seen anything like this before. painted inside the swell of her glass-looking breasts is a snowy landscape that beholds a quaint little log cabin with warm lights aglow on the inside. there are snow capped trees and a rounded snowman with a top hat and carrot nose. the breast closest to you is cracked open and spills crystalline snow down the woman’s body. 

“i haven’t had time to take down all of my christmas decorations yet,” comes a voice from behind you. you whirl around to find the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life; of course you’re going to run into a literal sex god in this damned store. “that one’s my favorite.”

“it’s- wow, yeah. it’s beautiful! i’ve never seen anything like it before. do you know who the artist is? i don’t think i see a signature.” you’d love to see if they have any other works this unique.

“ah, i don’t know if i’d say artist right yet. i just- well, it’s only something i do in my spare time.” 

your eyes widen and you point at him, then the painting, then back at him again. the man laughs and shyly nods his head. 

“i kinda did all of them.” his head turns to the side and you see him eyeing his own paintings that adorn the white walls of the building. “oh! please, that’s not important. can i help you find anything? are you looking for something in particular?” 

it’s just then that you see the nametag on his shirt. hyunjin is written carefully on the laminated paper, completed by a flower hanging delicately off the end of the n. owner/manager is printed neatly underneath. 

it might be his job to help you, but his questions still catch you off guard. are you looking for anything in particular? another vibrator might be nice, but what if you want to try something different? or maybe you could buy more than one thing. you don’t know where to start though, so his help would actually be appreciated. 

“i actually kind of- well, i dunno what exactly i’m looking for. just browsing for now, i guess?” comes your answer. hyunjin hums and points to one of the shelves that’s closest to you. he must know you need some guidance. boy, do you.

hyunjin steps closer to the shelf and picks up one of the display toys, holding it out to you. god, embarrassingly enough, just seeing this gorgeous man holding the phallic shaped toy has your pussy throbbing in the confine of your jeans. 

“these are popular,” hyunjin notes, fingers gently gliding over the ridges and bumps of the toy. “our rabbit vibrators sell really well. we carry three kinds, see? this pink one right up here is a thruster, so if you like deep penetration this might be one you would enjoy. the one i’m holding is a- wait. yeah, this one rotates. the shaft rotates. see these little beads? those just give you some extra stimulation inside. and then lastly, this one over here is a g-spot massager. the tip curves so it vibrates right on your g-spot.”

you have to fight your jaw from dropping. this is his job; it’s literally his store. of course he knows about every single one of its toys and their functions. as he’s describing them though, you can’t help but imagine him using them on you. would he tie you up? make you beg for him to turn on the vibrations before fucking you senseless? maybe he’s not the type to make you beg and grovel for him to give you what you want. he seems like a sweetheart, a real loverboy. what if he just made you cum over and over again for his pleasure too? could he make you squirt? you bet he could. easily.

“these little ears are important too though.” hyunjin’s fingers stroke the small rabbit ears of the toy, and then he shows you his ring and middle fingers, moving them one at a time. “they vibrate too. you put ‘em right on your clit so she gets some stimulation too.” he must see you staring in awe at his hands, so you don’t even notice the small shy smile that graces his features. 

hyunjin puts the toy back in its display and turns around to walk to another shelf, and you follow him blindly. you listen as hyunjin tells you all about his best selling toys and his more unique ones. he even takes you by a section of the store that has lingerie and roleplay outfits. the man is truly good at his job. he’s well versed in the products that he carries, but he’s even better at making you fucking horny. at least you know you’ll have absolutely no issue cumming when you get home, whether you have a new toy or not. your hands and the memory of hyunjin’s erotic words will surely be more than enough to get you there. 

“you must be so tired of hearing my voice now, i’ve been talking your ear off for twenty minutes! please, feel free to look around some more and i can wait for you at the register.” hyunjin lightly bows to you a couple of times and swiftly turns around to make his way to the cash register. 

in truth, you’re not ready for him to leave you yet. you enjoyed listening to him talk, not only because it gives you spank bank material for later but because you can tell how much he genuinely enjoys his job and cares about his customers finding pleasure. you grab a box of the g-spot rabbit vibrator from earlier and immediately make your way to the counter to be close to hyunjin again. 

the glass counter is just as erotic as the rest of his store. flavored lubes, condoms, bullet vibrators, cockrings, and sexual enhancers line the glass shelves of the counter, and you can’t help but look diligently at everything that hyunjin’s store has to offer. 

the laminated piece of paper that’s taped carefully to the top of the counter catches your eye when you place your new vibrator in hyunjin’s reach.

demonstration model(s) wanted!! come find hyunjin to discuss options if interested :)

hyunjin watches you read the notice once, twice, and when you look up at him he’s already looking at you. you can’t place the look on his face, but it makes you even more curious about the letter. 

“demonstration models? like for what?”

“for honey’s, honey,” hyunjin says, playing coy with you. “sometimes people come in and don’t know what they want. what they’re into or interested in… i can explain how things work all day, you know, but it might just be easier to show them.”

no fucking way. 

a demonstration model for sex toys? 

hyunjin must see the confused look in your eyes, and he gives you a goofy giggle in response. it easily lightens the mood and makes you laugh with him. 

“maybe it sounds scarier than it is? i mean, i would be the one using them on y- um. the model! you know? or maybe it’s just plain weird? no one’s really asked about it, so, i dunno. i just think it could be helpful! something fun and an easy way to show customers how things work.” 

hyunjin… hyunjin using sex toys on you? using you to sell his products and help people explore sexually? you’re trying to explore sexually after all, so maybe it doesn’t actually sound as bizarre as you originally thought it did. 

hyunjin hasn’t even moved to start ringing your rabbit vibrator up, and you place your elbows on the counter and scrub at your eyes in contemplation. you can’t believe you’re about to do this.

“what if i might be interested? in that? would i be okay?”

hyunjin’s dark eyes trail from your eyes to your lips, and he licks his own. holy shit. 

“i think you’d be perfect.”

that’s how you find yourself naked and waiting not even fifteen minutes later. you didn’t notice the small, black velvet loveseat that’s nestled to the side of the counter. you can’t help but think it’s a little cute that hyunjin had already prepared for this even though no one had asked him about his demonstration notice. 

goosebumps prickle on your legs when hyunjin runs an elegant hand up your thigh and smiles at you, brown eyes squinting and cheeks bunching in delight. 

“that’s fucking gorgeous,” he coos. hyunjin’s fingers are treading tenderly on the mound of your cunt, tracing patterns that only he can make out. you haven’t shaved. you didn’t exactly leave your apartment in preparation to be played with and possibly fucked in public. hyunjin visibly loves the hair that adorns your nether region though, so you can’t help but preen under his much wanted attention. he’s propped delicately on the edge of the couch so he can take all of you in fully. 

the first touch of his fingers to your cunt makes your eyes flutter. 

“that’s right, that’s perfect. just enjoy it,” hyunjin hums. your pussy’s already wet; it’s been soaked for as long as you can remember, and hyunjin’s deft fingers quickly make themselves comfortable with your aching cunt. your legs are already spread wide, and with his hand on your thigh, you wouldn’t dream of closing them now. 

hyunjin drags his hand away from your center so that he can lick two of his fingers and bring them back down to your clit. he rubs it just firm enough to have your toes curling, and he gives you a wicked grin when he sees how your body reacts to his touches. as if you’re not already wet enough, hyunjin leans down and spits directly down onto your clit. he catches it with his fingers and spreads it around. 

“fuck, listen to that.” you can’t help but listen to it. you’re sure the shops across the street can hear the wet sounds of hyunjin’s fingers and spit making an even bigger mess of your cunt. he works his fingers faster, and you hold your breath when the sloppy sound gets louder throughout the open space of the shop. 

just as you’re about to start fucking his hand, he pulls away. hyunjin leans towards the counter, but he’s not gone long. he turns his body back towards you and shows you one of the jars that came from the center shelf of the counter.

you silently read the words in swirly font and whine, and all hyunjin does is giggle.

“read it for me, angel.”

“m-make- make me cum. clit s-sensitizer,” you stutter. “it’s- oh hyunjin, ‘m already so sensitive.”

he only hums in response and unscrews the top of the small jar, taking a small dab on his index finger. “it’ll make your pretty pussy feel even better. hyunjinnie’s just gonna put a little bit on your cute little clit, okay?” 

he does just as he says, taking his index finger and gently rubbing your clit with it. the coolness of the gel makes you shudder, and hyunjin soothes you with a warm hand to your side. 

“we’ll just give it fifteen minutes to settle, yes? it’s gonna get your clit all tingly. make it so much easier for me to make it cum.”

he sounds so confident in it, but you know he wouldn’t have trouble making you cum even without the gel. you don’t have time to wonder what you’ll do for the next fifteen minutes while you wait for the clit sensitizer to sensitize because hyunjin tells you to just sit there and look pretty. he still has a store to run, so you settle on watching hyunjin piddle around the store and restock some things. 

it doesn’t take long for you to start feeling the impact of that little amount of gel hyunjin rubbed on you. he was right though, as he always seems to be. your clit starts to tingle slightly and it sends a shiver down your spine. 

everything catches up to you quickly, and before you know it, your hand is between your spread legs rubbing at your sensitive clit. 

“o-oh, hyunjin. hyunjin!” you cry, and he looks over at you from his spot in front of one of the displays. his eyes are dark and yearning, and you find yourself putting on a show for him without a second thought. 

hyunjin once again joins you on the velvet loveseat and licks his fingers again, bringing two down to tease at your clenching hole while you circle your clit. 

“gotta- hyunjinnie, you’ve gotta be gentle with me. please? i haven’t had anything inside in a while.” you’re not even being coy, you’re telling him the truth, but he moans all the same.

“promise i’ll be gentle, sweetheart. gonna get you ready. get your pussy so relaxed you’ll wanna take it all.” you don’t know what all entails, but you already want it. he looks at you and with your nod of confirmation, works one long finger inside of you. your head thunks against the backrest of the loveseat, and hyunjin curls his finger just right. 

“i- oh, i’m gonna cum, like, right now. hyunjin, ‘m gonna cum already!” you’re squirming so hard you almost knee him off the loveseat, but he follows your movements diligently so he can help get you there. 

he almost growls at your confession and keeps the pace of his finger steady inside you. your fingers slip and slide against your clit, and hyunjin looks at you in awe. the combination of his reverent gaze, his fingers, and the tingling on your clit is too much to handle. 

“see? you feel it, angel? keep rubbing like that and i’ll keep my finger in this little hole, okay? go ahead and cum so i can give you another.”

it’s easy to cum with hyunjin coaxing you like that, and your back bows off the loveseat when you do. your legs clamp shut around his and your hand, but they both keep moving slightly until you’re pulling your own fingers away and tapping at hyunjin’s delicate wrist. 

he looks into your eyes from his spot beside you, and you smile at the same time. 

“how was that?” hyunjin asks. like he really needs to.

you scoff, but it turns into a genuine laugh. “that was crazy! i don’t think i’ve ever cum that fast in my life. except for maybe, like, the first time i ever used a vibe.” 

hyunjin laughs too and sucks his finger clean. if he keeps that up you’ll be ready to go again in no time. the clit sensitizer is still definitely putting in work. 

“well get ready, honey. we’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

hyunjin does have to work, despite you sitting naked and pretty on his little velvet couch. you watch him respond to several emails and pack a few orders to ship out later in the week, but ultimately the day is going by a little slowly. nothing nearly to complain about; spending time with hyunjin is proving to be one of your new favorite things in life, but you do wonder how long he’ll want you like this if no one other than you steps foot into honey’s today. 

your thought quickly proves moot when the door chimes, and you hear the voice of someone talking on the phone.

“okay. okay- yes~ you’ll just have to see when you get home, jagi. i just walked in. yop, bye.” 

oh holy shit, it’s happening. 

you’re hidden from the entrance by the many displays in hyunjin’s shop, but the second the customer steps closer to the counter you’ll be spotted. 

hyunjin gives you a wink and rounds the counter to go greet his second customer of the day.

“lee minho-ssi, back so soon?” hyunjin teases. 

“yeh,” comes the man’s quick response. “take me to your nipple clamps.”

you have to fight a whimper at that. what is this sorcery? even thinking about hyunjin using nipple clamps on you has your own nipples hardening in record time. you can hear the two men talking from the other side of the room, and you’re aching to be touched again. 

it doesn’t take too long for you to hear steps coming your way. you see hyunjin first, and in his hands is a pair of nipple clamps. he wiggles his eyebrows at you before stepping behind the counter and waiting for the other man to follow. 

minho is just as gorgeous as hyunjin is, how unfair is this! he’s carrying another pair of clamps in his hands, and all he does is blink when he sees you behind the counter. 

“hyunjinnie, i think that sex doll is alive,” minho says, eyeing you up and down. 

“my dolls are in the back~” hyunjin sing-songs. “my demonstration model! hyung, my model.” 

“ah, i see,” minho responds and taps a small finger on the glass of the counter. 

hyunjin reaches back and pets your head. 

“so look, you’re not sure which one to buy, right? we can help you decide!”

you thought hyunjin had a wicked grin when he was acting mischievous; he has nothing on lee minho. that crooked front tooth would be cute if he didn’t have such a naughty glint in his eye.

hyunjin takes the pair of nipple clamps that he’s holding and sits beside you on the loveseat once more. you’ve never worn clamps before, but they’ve always peaked your interest. the particular ones that hyunjin is holding don’t look too compromising. the tips of the clamps are covered with rubber to help hold them in place and provide a cushion for its wearer, but hanging off the end of the clamps is a cluster of black feathers. 

“okay, honey. see this little screw right here?” hyunjin brings the clamp closer to your face so that he can point out the screw to you, and you watch him fiddle with it. “i’m gonna losen it before i put it on you, yes? we can tighten it as we go once i know you feel comfortable.”

“thank you for taking care of me, hyunjinnie.” you can’t help but say it. he’s been so good to you all day, and he leans in and places a soft kiss to the breast closest to him in thanks. 

your nipples aren’t as hard as they were a few minutes ago, but hyunjin blows lightly on one, then the other, causing them to pebble and harden once again. he starts with one nipple, slowly easing the clamp shut on the peak of it. you gasp at the pressure. it’s not bad at all, definitely a unique feeling, and it has you biting your lip and squeezing your thighs together. 

“i think your little dolly likes it,” minho hums. he’s leaned against the counter, casually clamping and unclamping one of the clamps he has in his hand.

“you want it a little tighter or is it fine like this?” hyunjin asks, flicking at the cluster of feathers and grinning when it tickles the sensitive skin of your chest. 

“little- little tighter. yeah,” you breathe. you can handle that. your thighs continue to squeeze sporadically as hyunjin tightens the screw on the clamp. “t-there! that. holy fuck.”

hyunjin repeats the process with your other nipple, clamping it softly and tightening the tips of the clamp to your liking. when he’s done, he gets up to stand by minho so he can get the full picture of you. he nods his head firmly and sits back down beside you once he’s looked his fill. 

“yes, no, maybe so?” hyunjin asks, looking at minho for confirmation. 

“the feathers are a nice touch. do they tickle?”

“y-yeah, um. they do a little bit,” you respond. 

hyunjin takes your breasts in his large hands and jiggles them, causing the feathers to brush against your skin with the movements. you quiver, and a whimper leaves your lips. 

“definitely a contender. let’s look at the other one,” minho suggests, and hyunjin gently unclamps your nipples. they’re tender already just from the short amount of time he had them on you, but you find that you really don’t mind the feeling. they ache, and you wish that hyunjin would soothe them with his tongue. 

the other pair is a little more intimidating, but you have a feeling that this is the one minho’s going to go with. hyunjin says this pair is considered a nipple grip. the silver outline of a flower goes around your nipple, and there are four small screws that hyunjin will need to tighten in order for the grip to stay in place on your nipple. he repeats the process with you delicately just like he did with the last pair.

the biggest difference between the pairs is that this one has a weighted ball chained to the grips. the screws stimulate your nipples and give you that perfect mix of pain and pleasure, and the weighted ball definitely adds to it.

“depending on your partner’s preferences, you can change the ball. you can go heavier, lighter, whatever,” hyunjin tells the other man, and he nods. 

“how’s the weight?” minho addresses you again. 

“it’s- not too bad? i think i’m ge- getting used to it, kinda.” you bite your lips and look down at your nipples. you already know they’re going to be swollen when hyunjin takes the grips off you.

“not too bad?” minho asks again, and you shake your head. he moves to stand in front of you though and crouches down so he’s eye level with your face. he uses both hands and lifts the balls of the nipple grips with one finger each, taking the added weight off of your nipples. your breath hitches in relief, but it doesn’t last for long. minho takes his hands away immediately and the balls drop, and you squeal. the weight tugs on your overly sensitive nipples, and hyunjin holds you as you thrash. 

minho pets your hair and smiles that devilish bunny smile again.

“i’ll take them both.”

much to your enjoyment, hyunjin does soothe your nipples with his mouth after he rings minho up for his purchases and sees him out the door. his lips are plush and soft, and his tongue flicks at your nipples just gentle enough after their rough treatment. 

your hands card through his dark purple hair, and he sighs against the skin of your chest. his arms are wrapped protectively around you, almost as if he’s enjoying this as much as you are. 

you’re both pulled out of your shared moment of relaxation when the door chimes once again. “yah, hwang hyunjin! where are you hiding?” 

hyunjin grumbles against your chest and pulls away with a grimace, like he’d rather stay here than do anything else. he pats your thigh and slowly gets up, adjusting himself in his pants before making his way to whoever now stands inside. 

“ah, hyung. no need to yell, i’m right here!” you hear hyunjin let out an undignified oof! and you have to hold in a laugh when you assume he just got bearhugged. “changbinnie hyung, i can’t breathe.”

you don’t hear much else for a few minutes. hyunjin must be walking with changbin while he peruses the store. at least with minho, he announced right away what he was looking for. now, with this new guy, the anticipation is almost killing you. you’re lost in your thoughts when you finally see hyunjin once again returning to the counter, this time changbin is right on his heels. 

“oh? who’s this?” he greets you normally like you’re not sitting there ass naked on a loveseat. changbin bows his head lightly and waves a hand at you. you wave back. 

“changbin hyung, my demonstration model!”

they must have talked about this before because changbin snaps his fingers in acknowledgement, an excited ahh! leaving his lips. 

“well, your model is really going to come in handy because i have no clue how to use this,” changbin says, fiddling with the box you’re not sure how you missed him set on the check-out counter. hyunjin hums in acknowledgement and opens the box to remove its contents, and even you’re confused with what it is. a breathing mask?

once again, the spot next to you is taken by hyunjin. he lets you hold the toy, the whatever it is, and you turn it over in your hands. 

“have you ever heard of a pussy pump, sweetheart?” it still sends you reeling that hyunjin can just talk like that so freely. 

you’ve heard of one before, but you didn’t know this is what it was. 

“here, watch me. this cup is gonna go over your cute little cunt, right? i’m gonna put some lube around the edges so it seals tight and place it right over your pussy. you can hold it in place for me, and then i’m gonna squeeze this bulb right here on the end of this tube, you see? every time i squeeze it, it’s gonna create a suction that makes your pussy all puffy.” he looks at changbin, and the older man nods along to show that he’s paying close attention. hyunjin looks back at you again. “it’s gonna get your pussy all chubby because of the increased blood, and it’ll be so sensitive and feel so good. it might sound a little scary, but all we have to do is press this little release valve right here, and it’ll break the seal so i can take it off.”

you’ve never done anything like that in your life, and truth be told it makes you a little nervous. trying new things is always a little bit nerve wracking, but even though you just met him today, you trust hyunjin. 

“hey, if you don’t want to do it, that’s okay. i can just buy it and test it out first with someone when i get the chance. i’m a big boy, i can figure it out myself,” changbin says, sensing your nerves. 

but you want to try it.

“yeah? you do?” hyunjin asks. he seems to be pretty excited about your decision himself.

“yeah, i- well. it sounds kinda hot?” 

“it’s so fucking hot, what the fuck?” changbin cuts in, and it sends all of you into a fit of laughter. 

soon, hyunjin helps you spread yourself further on the loveseat. you’re damn near folded in half, and hyunjin kneels on the floor in front of you while you hold the cup against your sopping pussy. 

“ready?” he asks tenderly, and changbin grunts in response. you nod your head yes and reach down with your unoccupied hand to grip hyunjin’s shoulder. 

the first time hyunjin squeezes the bulb, it shocks a gasp out of you. it’s more the sound that does it, you can’t really feel the suction just yet, but hyunjin keeps going when you tell him he can. you’re feeling it soon, and your body sings at the way both hyunjin and changbin stare openly at your cunt. you can feel it enlarging, the lips of your pussy and your clit.

“do- do you like it? is it okay?” you cry, voice shaky. you’re nervous. what if they don’t like how it looks? it’s getting so tight in the cup, but it feels so good. changbin bites his bottom lip and cocks his head like he’s in disbelief. he lets hyunjin answer for the both of them.

“good enough to eat, baby, god. it’s gonna be so fucking swollen when i take this off…” hyunjin licks his lips. “so damn sexy.” 

you preen again, arching your back and pressing your palms into the velvet of the loveseat.

“can you take it off? i- fuck, i’m so horny,” you whine. hyunjin presses on the valve and your mouth drops open when the pressure is released from your cunt. hyunjin slowly brings the cup away from your pussy and sets it on the seat beside you. his mouth has dropped open too.

he slides his fingers through the wet, swollen mess of your cunt, and you cry out. changbin whistles when hyunjin presses the meat of your pussy lips together. your clit almost peeks through. hyunjin plays with you for a few moments, feeling all over your swollen lips and your clit, pinching and probing like he’s checking on his work. 

he didn’t go too far with the pumping, but your pussy is definitely fatter and darker than it was before he started. 

“hyung, look how swollen that little clit is,” hyunjin breathes. he spreads your lips with his fingers and pinches at your clit. it’s almost enough to send you careening off the couch, but changbin’s come close enough for them to both hold you in place. “when you try it with a partner, hyung, it’ll feel so good around your cock. it’ll be so hot and tight inside. wanna feel?” 

you whimper. it’s already so overwhelming to have hyunjin’s hands on your body like this, but adding changbin’s too? you don’t know if you can handle it.

hyunjin spreads the lips of your pussy and scoots to the side so changbin has more room to feel of you himself. changbin’s fingers are thicker than hyunjin’s, and they feel so fucking good when he slips them inside of you. he thrusts them deeper, making your pussy squelch, and hyunjin hisses through his teeth.

“tight fit,” changbin grunts, and you nod your head. you’re tight for them. “ah, mercy. those puffy lips… shit, hyunjinnie, i’m buying one. i’m sold. hurry and ring me up, hyung has to go jerk off now. and you, cutie. if he doesn’t make you cum today, tell him to give you my number.” 

despite how much you can see changbin wants to stay and talk to hyunjin, he leaves in a hurry with a new, clean pump that hyunjin pulled from the back room of his shop. you can’t see it, but you do hear changbin hold the door open on his way out for someone else to come inside.

“oh? what’s this? you just missed minho, he was here not too long ago!” hyunjin says to the person that entered the store. 

“i know! he got me something but i’m not sure what. i want to surprise him too!” 

it’s a woman, her voice is chirpy and bright. you can’t wait to see what she looks like.

while hyunjin is busy with his new customer, you busy yourself with your swollen cunt. it feels so different after being pumped. hyunjin was right, you’re sensitive, but you don’t know if it’s more from the residual sensitizer gel or the pump itself. maybe it’s a mix of both. 

you can’t believe your clit fucking feels like that. it’s big, swollen all puffy and slick between your fingers. you want to wait for hyunjin, but you can’t bring yourself to. you pluck at it lightly, but it’s so swollen you can almost jerk it off. oh, isn’t that an erotic thought, so you do just that. your fingers move shallowly up and down on your clit, pinching and rubbing it between your sticky-wet thumb and index finger. your other hand runs up your body to play with your still aching nipples, and it’s not long before you’re making yourself cum with a shaky moan while hyunjin sees about his customer. 

you can hear them stop talking at the front of the store, but it’s not enough to get you to be quiet. you’re still mewling by the time you finally see hyunjin again, and he rounds the counter once more with a toy you’ve dreamed of having for years. 

hyunjin’s too busy staring at you to notice where he’s walking, and he walks right into the pointed edge of the counter. he heaves a dramatic hiss, eyes squinting shut as he brings a fist up to his mouth to bite at. 

“woah, are you alri- woah,” comes the voice from earlier. 

your own eyes leave hyunjin to land on one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen in your life. she’s mousy, cute and lithe, with big eyes and a little button mouth. her eyes go straight to your still-pulsing pussy, and you spread your legs wider for her. 

“is your pussy always that juicy or are you just happy to see me?” she says in a daze. hyunjin slaps a hand to his forehead, but that doesn’t deter the girl at the counter. 

“jesus, jisungie. this is my model, remember? the demonstration model i’ve been looking for? we just tested out a pussy pump before you got here.”

“no fucking way!” she exclaims, eyes glancing from your cunt, to hyunjin, then back to your cunt. “i’ve been wanting to try one of those. did you like it?”

you nod at her, and she nods excitedly back, gums and pretty white teeth on display. 

“it’s, um-! sensitive. i’m so s-sensitive down there. everything is, like, heightened.” that’s an understatement. you already want to cum again, and you just came. 

“that’s perfect! hyunjin, can you try the toy for me?”

hyunjin starts pulling the toy out of its box, and he shows it to you when he sits down beside you. you’ve always wanted one, a wand, you’ve just never allowed yourself to splurge on one before. it plugs right into the outlet that’s situated below the loveseat, and you’re already thrumming with need. 

“you know what this thing is, don’t you?” hyunjin asks you with a smile. “you ever used a magic wand before?”

“no, just- just regular vibrators. i’ve wanted to though. they always look like they feel so good,” you respond, and out of the corner of your eye you see jisung bite her lip. 

“this one’s got several different stimulation modes, alright? four vibration speeds and four different pulsing patterns, so you can pick which one you like the best.”

“oh, minho’s going to love that,” jisung answers absentmindedly, pinching at her plump little bottom lip. “it should work on cocks too, right?”

hyunjin snorts a laugh and looks back at his friend. 

“it’s not for you?” 

“i mean, i’ll use it or whatever, but i want to use it on minho first,” comes jisung’s response. she’s explaining herself to hyunjin like that’s the most obvious answer in the world. 

“doesn’t that, i don’t know, defeat the whole purpose of the demonstration right now?” hyunjin asks. he’s about to demonstrate how the wand works on your pussy, not a dick. he shakes his head with a smile like he’s just used to jisung’s antics.

“no! no, nope. hell no. demonstrate away! haha, um. please? yeah.” 

hyunjin shakes his head again and finally holds the wand to your still puffy cunt.

“spread your lips for me… theeere you go. perfect, angel. that’s perfect, so you’ll feel those vibrations right on your clit. you ready?” 

you can’t get over the way hyunjin talks to you, talks you through things. he’s a dream. when you give him the go ahead, he turns the wand on its lowest setting, and it already has your back bowing. you have to fight to keep your hand steady where it spreads your pussy lips open for hyunjin. it feels so good; you’re only on the first setting, and you can already tell the wand lives up to its hype. 

“ready for me to go up one?” hyunjin asks, and at your dazed nod he clicks the button to go up one level. the vibrations get louder, and you can definitely tell they’re a little bit stronger this time. if you were at home, you’re already certain this would be your preferred vibration setting. it’s perfect. your toes are curling. 

hyunjin asks you again if you’re ready for another setting, and he changes it once more. 

“o-oh, god. that’s- oh wow, that’s s-so much,” your teeth chatter with it. 

when hyunjin gives you the last level of vibration, you almost shatter apart. it’s too much, too rough on your sensitive and overused pussy, and you’re pushing his hand away quickly. hyunjin immediately pulls the wand away from you and sets it to the side so that he can soothe an elegant hand up your stomach.

“that setting would have made me squirt all over myself in like three seconds,” jisung announces with wide eyes. “it sounded like a fucking drill, no way!” 

“the wand’s a lot, do you wanna be done?” hyunjin coos, kneading at your stomach like a cat. the softest, most gentle cat in the whole wide world. you shake your head though, determined to feel the four different pulsing settings and show jisung everything her possible new toy is capable of doing. 

you bring the head of the wand back to your pussy yourself, much to hyunjin’s surprise and satisfaction. he looks up at jisung and quirks his eyebrow, and she gives him a wink. you press the wave-looking button on the wand, and the first level of pulsing begins. it starts off with bursts of vibrations that get slower and slower until it gives one last quick succession of pulses, and then starts again. you stay on that setting for a bit to get acclimated to it. you can only imagine how crazy it would drive you if you were close to cumming, how the pulses slow down and make your cunt ache before the quick burst of them at the end. 

“you’re so fucking pretty,” jisung breathes, and your eyes flutter when you look up at her. “oh my god, baby, don’t look at me like that. you’ll make my pussy wet.”

“it’s not wet already?” hyunjin asks, incredulous. “how could you see this view and not get turned on right away?” 

“i’m actually trying really hard not to shove my hand down my pants, thanks.”

their back and forth doesn’t phase you at all, and you roll your shoulders when you click the button again to go to the next setting. the second pulsing setting is a lot different than the first; it’s almost like this one is revving like a car engine. the vibrations start soft and progress quickly, and you’re adjusting your hold on the wand so it settles slightly less directly on your overstimulated clit. 

hyunjin has a steady hand on your thigh that’s closest to him, gripping and kneading the warm flesh while he dutifully watches you use the wand on yourself. 

you bring a hand up to your forehead to wipe the sweaty strands of your hair away from it before hitting the button on the wand once more. the third setting is a little bit more similar to the first. there’s a long vibration that trails off into a sequence of quick bursts.

“that one’s- that one’s good, oh,” you whimper. 

“yeah? that one feels the best so far?” hyunjin asks, and you nod back at him. “here, let me hold it, sweetheart.”

his hand reaches down to hold the wand in place so that your wrist can catch a break. you tap his arm and shakily tell him to try the last setting, and he does with your go ahead. the last setting has your hands scrambling for purchase on the velvety fabric of the loveseat, and jisung is quick to kneel in front of you and hold both of your hands. her hands are bony and a little clammy, but you’re sure yours can’t be any better. 

the last setting starts high and goes low; you can feel your thigh start to quiver in hyunjin’s grip. you’re so close to cumming, and it’s almost like hyunjin can read your mind. almost as soon as he starts the fourth setting, he clicks the wave button three times so he can go back and find the third pulsing setting once more since it was your favorite. your hands squeeze jisung’s, and she squeezes back.

“oh my god, baby, are you gonna cum?” she asks, and you can’t even answer her because you’re too busy letting out a squeal. the intense vibrations push you over the edge in no time, and you snatch your hands from jisung’s grasp so that you can shove the wand away from your pulsing cunt and snap your legs shut.

two pairs of hands settle you and help you come down. hyunjin’s pressed close to your side, and his hands now caress every inch of skin he can find. jisung’s smaller hands massage your calves and rub at your ankles from where she’s kneeling on the ground. 

“h-holy fuck, holy fuck,” you breathe. hyunjin already turned the wand off, but you swear your ears are still ringing with the sound of it. your bones still rattle with the feel of it.

“ten out of ten, would recommend? i trust your verdict,” jisung says. 

“t-ten, yeah. ten definitely.”

when jisung leaves, she does so with your number now in her phone and a promise to have lunch this coming weekend. she also leaves with a brand new magic wand.

hyunjin waves his friend goodbye, and when you hear the jingle of the doorbell, he rushes to lock the door behind her. one perk of being the owner of a store is that you guess he can close shop whenever the hell he wants.

he comes back and is on you in a hurry, and you’re met with a bruising kiss. despite all you and hyunjin have gotten up to today, this is your first kiss. it’s messy, but you have a feeling he likes messy, so your tongue keeps batting at his and you refuse to mind the mess of spit that seeps down your chin. 

“let me fuck this pussy, baby, please? please, i’ll beg for it,” hyunjin moans against your lips. a man who’s not too proud to beg? you hit the jackpot today. “you’re a goddess. fuck, please, i’d do anything to have your pussy!” 

you were going to let him fuck you whether he begged for it or not, but this certainly helps your case. your cunt’s still swollen and oh so sensitive, and you can’t help but rub at your clit with your own shaky fingers. it doesn’t take long for you to snatch your hand away though, the sensitivity proving too much for right now. hyunjin watches and busies himself with haphazardly reaching behind him to blindly search for a condom in his counter filled with trinkets. he knocks over a few things in his haste to do so, but he comes away victorious with a little black packet. 

he hurriedly unbuttons and unzips his pants to pull them down his thighs, and that’s when you see his cock for the first time. it’s long and thick, beautiful just like him because of course it is. the tip is a ruddy pink-purple and it’s leaking steadily in preparation for you. hopefully some other time he’ll let you put it in your mouth.

he sees you watching, so he puts on a show for you. he’s just as good as you are, slowly stroking his pretty cock in an equally pretty hand from base to tip. he circles the tip several times before dragging his hand back down the length.

“i’ve been hard all day because of you, you know that? everything we’ve done went straight to my cock, sweetheart, you’re a dream come true.” 

it’s funny he says that because you’ve thought the same thing all day. 

hyunjin tears the foil packet with his teeth, and you’re licking your lips in anticipation. once he has the condom safely on, he bends at the knees and positions himself at your drippy hole. the swelling has started to go down a little bit from the pumping earlier, but it’s still puffy and more swollen than usual. 

“gonna be gentle with you, honey, like you told me to earlier. ah fuck, my cock… get you drooling on it,” he grunts. the pressure from the head of his dick at your tight little hole already has you mewling high in your throat. 

“take- takin’ such good care of me, hyunjinnie, all day. made my pussy feel so good all day! no one’s ever made me feel like you have,” you breathe, and hyunjin groans loudly into the air. his head is thrown back as he breaches your hole, hand cocked on his hip, and his eyes squeeze shut. 

he fucks you with the bulbous tip of his cock until you’re going crosseyed. 

“d-deeper, deeper please! gimme all of it, please.” he said earlier that he’d get you ready for all of it. maybe this is what he meant. 

when he fucks all the way inside, all of your breath leaves your lungs in an exhale. your mouth is open, eyes rolling, toes curling, hands balling into fists at your sides. you don’t know what to do with yourself, and especially when hyunjin steadies himself on his feet and grinds his lithe hips forward. 

“oh my fucking god,” hyunjin breathes. “your fucking pussy!” he grits his teeth and swipes a hand through his sweaty hair. it slams down on the backrest of the loveseat, and all you can see is hyunjin hyunjin hyunjin. 

he fucks you like he means it. he’s gentle, just like he said he would be, but you can only imagine the power his hips must have when he’s rougher. 

hyunjin presses in to the hilt and stops, grinding his hips deep and stilling as he’s all the way inside of you, thighs pressed tight to the backs of yours. he’s so deep it feels like he’s in your fucking throat. the tips of your fingers push against his stomach as if to push him back, but you don’t want him to go anywhere. you need him inside where he belongs. 

“‘s deep, oh my god. y-you’re-! hyunjin. hyunjinnie, ‘s so fucking deep inside.”

“my angel wanted it deep. i’m giving you what you want, no?” he coos, taking your hands from his stomach and entwining them together to rest on your thighs. you just nod nod nod your head, bobbling like a bobblehead because hyunjin’s got you so fucked out on his cock. “fucking deep because your pussy’s just sucking me in.” 

it is; you want to keep him there forever. snug and hard inside your cunt where he belongs. 

hyunjin makes to thumb at your clit, but you’re quick to stop him before he can. you’re too sensitive, clit sore and achy in ways that you haven’t felt in a long, long time. you’re already satisfied with the amount you’ve cum today, and you’re not too sure you could cum again at this point anyways. maybe after a few hours of downtime you can. 

it’s not long before hyunjin’s hips are faltering, his thrusts becoming choppy and uncoordinated. he’s been hard all day, desperate and waiting for the chance to be able to fuck himself inside your beautiful pussy. 

“perfect pussy for me,” he hisses, halfway to delirious by now. “‘m gonna burst! fuck, i’ll cum. i’ll fucking cum if you keep looking at me like that.” dazed and cock-drunk, like he’s the best you’ve ever had. 

hyunjin’s cock slips from your cunt, and you’re about to cry for him to put it back when he steps onto the loveseat, feet framing your hips, and strips his cock above your mouth. your jaw drops open, immediately sticking your tongue out and whimpering at the taste of yourself on the latex of the condom. he rips the condom off of his dick and tosses it blindly on the floor, holding your head for balance with one hand and jerking himself off with the other. 

it doesn’t take him long at all to cum, you’ve had him worked up all day and fucking your pussy was something out of his wildest dreams. he cums with a shout, not bothering to bite his lip or quiet himself because he wants you to know you make him feel good.

hyunjin’s cum coats your tongue, and before you get the chance to swallow it, he’s bending down to kiss you messily. it’s wet. so sloppy and dirty that is has you desperately wishing you could cum again, and hyunjin slips your tongue into his mouth to suck on. he pulls away breathless and drops back to the ground but plops halfway onto your lap when he settles beside you on the loveseat. you’re both breathing heavily, and hyunjin regards you once and then gives you a dazzling, sleepy smile. 

“would you go to dinner with me?” he asks. there are shadows on the reflection of the floor which must mean the sun is setting.

“i’d love to. can you give me like thirty minutes? i can’t feel my legs.”

[hyungszn]

— JOY RIDE | ft. Hyunjin + Chan

In which Chan gets far more than he bargained for as the designated driver for you and your loverboy, Hyunjin.

— Rating; E for Explicit

— Pairing(s); Hwang Hyunjin x Reader, Bang Chan x Reader

— Author’s Note; Hi! This fic is… finally seeing the light of day after nearly a year in my drafts. I’ve decided to split it into two parts, because I really want to give some plot, put some effort into Chan and reader’s relationship. So while you do see some sexual interaction between Chan and reader here, there is no explicit sexual acts being shared between the two in this part. The ending sort of drops off, but I felt it was necessary for the way I wanted to progress in the next part… So… My apologies for that in advance and please enjoy this anyway.

— Warnings; voyeurism, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, wet and messy, dirty talk, banter, praise, degradation, daddy kink, Hyunjin is both a menace and a loverboy, unsafe/unprotected sex, creampie, insecurity, mentions of Chan x reader, mentions of a hand kink, mentions of dom/sub dynamics, implied!brat reader, uhm— let me know if I missed anything.

 Chan thanks his lucky stars that this vehicle is equipped with windows tinted in the darkest shade available. When renting it, he hadn’t been sure the detail was needed, but with the live-action pornography going on in the back seat, he’s glad he kept it. He’s completely normal and at ease knowing the only person with free showing of Hyunjin’s sexual prowess is himself. 

Sike! Well, sort of. 

Normal people probably aren’t this involved with their friends when said friend is getting their dick wet. Chan will happily blame it on the fact that you just sound so sweet when you beg, when you opened your pretty mouth and asked him to talk to you, to let you hear his voice. Why else would his first question have been: 

“You feelin’ good back there?”

“Feels so good,” you pant, interrupting Chan’s thoughts; your bleary eyes focused on his face in the rear view mirror, “J-Jinnie’s cock i-is s’deep, Channie — mmm!  S’deep in my pussy.”

You talk quite a bit for someone getting fucked within an inch of her life. Because of your babbling, Chan’s certain he’s redder than the feathers on a cardinal, skin overheated at yours and Hyunjin’s shameless display. He can see little more than the two of your faces, eyes drifting over the points of your collarbones and the beginning swell of your tits, yet the partial view does nothing to deter the uncomfortable ache between his own thighs. His dick feels harder than it’s been in a while – maybe even ever – and it has him white-knuckling the steering wheel as he fights against lust for the reins on his sanity.

The privilege of higher functioning continues to elude him, though, leaving him relatively dazed and unfocused. The noise coming from the stinging smack of Hyunjin’s hips against your ass combined with what Chan imagines to be the soppy, creamy slide of the younger man’s cock inside your cunt are too loud to ignore and Chan’s eyes go to war over the need to focus on the road and the crippling desire to watch the two of you descend into euphoria. Safety — fortunately — wins out temporarily, but the sounds are enough to help Chan conjure up an image of what your lovemaking looks like in the forefront of his mind; he finds himself shuddering at the mere thought of it.

Behind him, Hyunjin is kissing your neck, placing wet sucks along the exposed skin. You moan happily and feel your nipples stiffen at the contact, turning into hard, little peaks that are just begging to be played with. As if he can sense what you need, your boyfriend’s long fingers come up to tug the cowl-neckline of your dress down, letting your tits spill out into the open air while his fingers reach up to circle and pinch your nipples, fondling the buds in a way that makes your pussy clench and gush some more. With his attention divided, you have to take over and bounce yourself on his dick, but you don’t mind — certainly not when it feels this good.

“Baby,” Hyunjin coos, locking eyes with Chan, “Pretty girl.”

You whine, but only a little, “Y-Yeah?”

“You think we should ask hyung to pull over? Have him pull over and give me some space so I can make this pretty cunt come?”

You can admit the idea sounds nearly irresistible. After all, the back seat is cramped and it’s hard for either of you to get the momentum and depth that you want. Your orgasm still sits a ways off on the horizon, not quite within reach despite the assault on your neck, nipples, and cunt. However, the thought of stopping — the thought of not having Chan’s big, brown eyes on you makes you shake your head with a petulant mewl.

“Awh, no? What’s the matter, baby? You don’t wanna come?” You whimper and whine, grabbing at Hyunjin’s slender thighs.

 “Th-That’s not—,” you stammer out, trying to retain even the slightest amount of coherency amidst this whole ordeal.

“Then what, hm? What is it? Tell us, pretty baby. Tell Channie-hyung and I what you want,” your boyfriend teases, breathing out fire against your skin.

It takes a few seconds for your tongue to get with the program, though it still feels heavy in your mouth when you try to speak. Hyunjin’s movements have come to a halt, but you know it’s more so he — so they — can hear what you have to say. Eventually you’re able to make syllables, head foggy as you make eye contact with Chan in the mirror.

Chan’s face is pinker than you’ve ever seen it, cheek bones dotted in magenta. His brown eyes are dark, pupils dilated so much that the iris is barely visible, with lids that have gone heavy and droopy in evident arousal. If you squint hard enough, you can see sweat lining his brow-line and pooling at the hair on his temples; you lick your lips hungrily at the sight of him, wanting nothing more to drag your tongue up the side of his face to catch those salty droplets while you grind on his cock. Your pussy spasms with the thought, a minute fluttering that makes your boyfriend hum a laugh like he already knows what you’re thinking.

“Princess,” comes a strained and breathy rasp — the accent clearly not belonging to your boyfriend, “don’t leave me hangin’, yeah?”

It takes everything in you not to come right then, a new rush of wet sliding down Hyunjin’s cock where you’re sat. The flex of Chan's hands as they clench around the steering wheel catches your eye and you could sob with how desperately you want those hands on you. It’s criminal how badly you want your boyfriend’s older friend to grip your hips like that instead; maybe, if he’s into it, he could wrap those wide, pretty hands around your throat, too.

“Don’t want Channie t’leave,” you blurt, eyes dead-focused Chan’s hands. “Want —,” you pause, suddenly shy.

“Mm, want what?” Your boyfriend questions, reaching up to fondle your tits again. When your gaze shifts from Chan’s to lock onto Hyunjin’s in the mirror, his knowing smirk stares back to taunt you. 

“Go on,” he encourages, giving you the tiniest of thrusts just to elicit sound from your lips, “Tell him,” he finishes, head nodding towards the man in the front seat.

Your eyes close and a hiccuping gasp comes tumbling forth, but you don’t let it stop you from saying what’s on your mind. 

“Want his hands, Jinnie. Want them in me. Want them around my neck.”

Chan’s pained groan makes Hyunjin smirk like the true menace that he is. Your boyfriend is the picture of mischief, despite his deceivingly princely looking face. 

“Yeah, that’s a good girl,” Hyunjin praises with a giggle, grasping your hips to hold you steady as he picks up a rhythm again. “Go on, baby; I kn-know there’s more.”

“F-Fuck, Jinnie,” you moan, biting your lip in response to his pace, “C-Can’t. I can’t say it.”

“Why not?” he teases, splaying a hand out on your belly and pressing inward just so he and Chan can hear you squeal.

“It’s embarrassing!” you sob, eyes closed against the onslaught of humiliation. Your head shakes in the negative, insecurity creeping into your bones.

“W-What if he — what if Channie d-doesn’t—“

“Don’t,” Chan hisses, shaking his head. He might be out of his mind but he’s not about to let you discount yourself like this.

 “Don’t do that. Don’t fucking sit there, all pretty on Hyunjin’s cock, and act like you don’t know my dick is hard. Don’t try to insinuate that you don’t know that I’m up here wishing it were my cock instead.”

“Oooh,” Hyunjin whispers, nose pressed tight to your jugular, “You hear that, baby? Pretty girl has all of us waiting in line just to get a taste.”

“O-Oh fuck,” you sigh out, burning up in the wake of your own desire, “Gonna—“

“No,” your boyfriend chides, left hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing, the other arm circling your hips to keep you still. “You won’t come unless you tell Chan-hyung what’s going on on that pretty, little head of yours.”

“Meanie,” you whisper with a pout on your lips. A part of you wants to be a brat, but you and Hyunjin aren’t like that, so you behave and swallow down the smart comments inside your head.

“I want to come,” you answer, partially admitting defeat. Hyunjin’s hand squeezes approvingly around your throat. “I wan’ him to touch me, make me come on his fingers.”

“Shit,” Chan grunts, head spinning.

“Mhm,” Hyunjin hums, reaching down to rub your clit as a reward, “What else, baby? What else do you want?”

“Wanna — fuck — wanna be his good girl, too, Jinnie,” you blubber shamelessly, heavy lidded eyes blinking drowsily. “Would come s’hard for ‘im,” you slur, voice dropping to a nearly inaudible decibel, “let daddy make a mess of me.”

The sticky swipes of Hyunjin’s fingers on your puffy clit seems to wipe out most of your inhibitions. It’s like the second he touches it, the imaginary bow that was holding you taut just snaps, leaving you to slump against your boyfriend’s chest where you’re currently pinned.

Hyunjin starts up a movement that pairs deliciously with the tempo of his fingers on your clit as payment for your honesty. Your cunt makes a squishy sound around his cock in response, making your boyfriend coo and giggle at how messy you’re getting. Your traitorous pussy only clenches and drools more at Hyunjin’s bullying, fogging your head with the need to come. You both know you’re close, voice warbling as you tumble closer and closer to the edge. You should know it won’t be that simple, though, not when you have an audience.

“You g’na come?” Hyunjin asks, sweaty temple laid against your own. “G’na come on my cock real sweet for me? For our Channie hyung, hm?”

“Yeah,” you mewl, arching your back. “G’na come for you. For Ch-Channie, too.”

“I swear to God,” Chan growls from the driver seat, overheated and grasping for the last threads of his sanity. 

“I'm pulling over,” he finally grunts, searching through the dead of night for a safe clearing.

“Mm,” Hyunjin giggles, not paying his friend any mind. He's too captivated by the way you squirm in his lap, your hungry, little pussy getting tighter as each stroke of his cock brings you closer to orgasm.

“Jinnie,” you choke, moans turning choppy. “J-Jinnie, ‘jin.”

“Tell him what you call him,” your boyfriend demands, tapping at your wet and swollen clit, hips still fucking up into you.

“I— N-No,” you say, eyes wide as the car slows to a halt, signaling that Chan has finally found somewhere safe to park.

“You wanna come, yeah? Then tell him what you call him when we talk about him. Say it and I'll make you come. Who’s Channie hyung to you, baby?”

Hyunjin knows that you’re embarrassed, but  he also knows that you’ll answer, despite how much you seem to protest. Your mind always tends to get a little spacey when you’re in this deep, all pitiful and desperate to come. Maybe it’s a little manipulative, but it’s all in good fun really. You want his hyung and like a good boyfriend, Hyunjin wants you to have him, too. 

Chan opens his mouth and closes it just as quickly, mulling over his own thoughts. Should he or shouldn’t he, what’s too far and what’s too much. Hyunjin mouths a word of encouragement towards his elder, wanting him to speak up. Logically, Hyunjin knows he doesn’t need Chan’s help getting you to follow through with the stipulation, but your boyfriend is sure you’d appreciate the help anyways. 

“Tell me,” Chan croaks, face pink and voice tonight, “What do you say when I’m not around? What does Hyunjin know that I don’t?”

You gasp, heaving at the request. You’re not entirely sure why that makes you want to say it; what part of your inhibition is deciding to give way to Chan so easily that you would want to voice something you thought you’d take to the grave. Chan doesn’t turn to look at you, doesn’t turn to look at the mess of you in Hyunjin’s lap. You’d feel ashamed in a different situation, but you know it’s out of respect for your boundaries and not because he doesn’t want to see you. His eyes on yours in the rear view mirror tell you everything; they lay all of his desire out on the metaphorical table and you want to give him a reason to look back. 

You want nothing more than to have Chan climb over the seat and join in, to make you feel small in his big, capable hands. You need him to take you from the wanton whore that you are when you’re impaled on Hyunjin’s cock and turn you into a good, little girl. His good girl. Daddy’s good girl. 

“C’mon, pretty,” Chan tries again, straining to remain controlled. 

“Daddy,” you sob, clenching your eyes shut as Hyunjin circles your clit fast and mean. “Ch-Channie’s called Daddy!” 

Chan doesn’t even think twice before he responds, mouth making syllables of its own volition. 

“Oh my God,” he whimpers, wild eyes jumping back and forth between your face and Hyunjin’s, “I’ll be your daddy, sweet thing. ‘N you’ll be my good girl, won’t you?”

“Yes, yesyesyes,” You gulp, crumbling. “S’good, Daddy, so good. P-Promise!”

“Come for us then,” Hyunjin murmurs, achingly close to climaxing himself. “Come for your Daddy and I, baby.”

The orgasm that rips through you is gut-wrenching. You jerk and flail, crying and swatting at your boyfriend’s hands when he doesn’t let up. You come for what feels like an eternity and your pussy tries to wring the life from Hyunjin’s dick with every spasm, clamping down hard enough that it restricts his movement. 

Chan, for his part, stares blankly at the scene in the mirror. His dick kicks where it’s tucked against his thigh, fresh precum trickling out and further damping the pants of his suit. He’s suffocating in the damn thing, tie practically strangling him and cock threatening to bust the seams of his pants, but all of that is irrelevant compared to you. All of his focus is tunneled down to your sobbing moans and pretty face. 

“Jesus,” Hyunjin giggles, pulling out of you some minutes later when you’ve appeared to have settled, “That was a big one.”

“D-Don’t,” you whine, refusing to open your eyes as tiredness sets in, “don’t make f-fun of me.”

“I’m not, baby,” your boyfriend coos, guiding your head so he can peck your mouth.

“Promise?”

“I promise,” he agrees, kissing you again.

 It goes on like that for a while between the two of you, long enough that Chan takes it upon himself to exit the vehicle, needing the space and the distance to get himself together. It isn’t until the door is shutting that you startle, pulling away from your boyfriend as lead settles in your stomach. Everything terrible is quick to fill your brain but Hyunjin does not let doubt overcome you. Certainly not on his watch.

“None of that,” your boyfriend huffs, holding you tightly in his lithe arms. “It’s not you, baby; you did nothing wrong.”

“B-But,” you sniffle, too tired to cry though your eyes are steadily searching the surrounding area for any sight of Chan. “What if he doesn’t— Jinnie you said—“

“I know what I said,” he reminds you, “I meant every word of it. If I know Chan like I know I do, he’s probably finding a tree to jerk off behind. Watching you come like that was pretty damn intense, you know.”

You pout, cunt aching to be the thing wrapped around Chan’s cock. Hyunjin can only chuckle, kissing you and offering to help you clean up as you right your dress. You tuck yourself into his side once all is said and done, wanting nothing more in this moment than to take a nap. 

“We’ll get him, sleepy girl,” Hyunjin assures you, sounding so certain of it. “Don’t you worry.”

 And when has he ever steered you wrong? 

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「Poison」

➥ Ex!Chris x Reader (f) — 2.7k

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⚠ — Cheating, semi-public sex.

➥ Your relationship was way too stormy to endure. It was the right decision to break up. Years later, you see him at the last place you want.

On a double date as someone else's boyfriend.

Oh, the chemistry with him was radioactive.

He fucked hard, the only way he knew how, and it was a matter of pride for him to be able to make you scream. No, not moan. Scream. Loud enough to cause concern. To get you riled up to the point of wanting to choke the shit out of him. To leave deep scratch marks all over his back until you drew blood. To bite into his lips and steal his literal breath away.

That was how you loved each other.

For a man of his figure, fucking shredded and possessed the strength of an armored vehicle, he had once let slip quite an unexpected turn-on. 

He loved it when you called him your good boy. 

You abused that weakness so many times that it unwittingly turned into your weakness. The idea of taming him, putting a leash on his fatal temper, getting him to worship you, to declare he was yours to use over and over again… You had experienced the most violent orgasms of your life during those nights.

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「Drabbles」 · #3

SCRATCH POST ➥ He claims the letter 'S' stands for a lot of things this weekend: Sun, sea, sand, Sex on the Beach... You're not about to admit that out loud, but you're secretly hoping he doesn't solely mean the cocktail.

Because damn he's bringing sexy back.

➥ Best friend!Chris x Reader (f) — 3.7k (so much for a drabble)

➥ Prompt(s) requested: 46 || There will be multiple versions of this prompt.

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⚠ — Public sex, heavy thirst turning wholesome.

“I’ll go for a dip,” he placed his shades on the little side table between you, “Then let’s eat. I’m starving.”

The response on the tip of your tongue was way too X-rated for 2 in the afternoon, so you nodded with a warm smile instead and watched him disappear into the sea.

When Chris suggested balling out on a beach weekend to get over the thesis defense PTSD, you didn’t even think twice. Hell yeah to a much-deserved vacation with your best friend, daydrinking until you got shitfaced over pretty cocktails at the beach club. 

If you claimed the prospect of seeing him half naked had nothing to do with how much you were looking forward to this trip, instant VIP space in hell for you.

For years, it was like there was this unspoken rule between you that prevented doing something utterly stupid, and you pretty much friendzoned each other as if it was government mandated. He was kind, not to mention so pleasing to look at—of course you would develop a stupid crush much like everyone who sighed after him when he walked by, but nothing to make a big deal out of. It was eventually going to go away. It had to. No crush lasted that long.

Growing up together has its cons. You can’t really notice what’s right in front of your nose because you’re not programmed to perceive it a certain way. 

But something began to crack inside you when Chris started becoming a man. All of a sudden, he wasn’t the cute dork you knew anymore. 

His features sharpened along with his jawline. His voice got deeper along with his gaze, and you realized the things you wanted to do with his sculpted body had long crossed the border of wholesome cuddling. He felt too firm under your touch to be a mere pillow anyway. Your banters turned into relentless flirting that always ended with smug grins, but it still didn’t go past that.

Growing up together has its cons. You can’t really notice what’s right in front of your nose because you’re not programmed to perceive it a certain way. As an object of desire, to be precise. 

That afternoon on the beach, however, Chris was literally forcing his way into your tunnel vision. When he got out of the water, he somehow managed to bend time, and everything turned into slow motion. 

Your brainrot got way out of hand.

His curls were still somewhat visible despite his wet hair, and his shorts sticking to his thick thighs were not leaving anything to the imagination. Your eyes were following each drop trickling down his chiseled torso, and you were a minor breeze away from jumping him to lick all the salt off his skin. When he raised his arms to wash his hair under the cold shower, the muscles on his back strained so hard that you were visibly dripping between your legs.

Good god, this fucking scratch post.

After all those years you’d known Chris, one thing was still a medical mystery. You had no idea how a person could look extremely hot doing the most benign things. Walking, drinking water, breathing… 

“Are you still firm on sunbathing, or can we take shelter in a cabana?” he woke you up from your violent delusions while drying himself with a towel.

“I could use some shade,” you pressed your legs together and pretended his god-like figure had absolutely no effect on you, “Wanna hit the bar first?”

“I’d kill for a Sex on the Beach right now.”

Sure. Why suggest any other drink when the corniest fucking innuendo existed, right?!

You and me both, brother, you wanted to say but opted for biting your tongue, silently picking up your things and heading to the palm-decorated area behind you.

“Can we have two Sex on the Be—”

“Nuh uh, make it a pitcher please,” you hijacked his order, “The gentleman here doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

Because it was firmly established that you weren’t going to be able to survive the day if you weren’t at least moderately buzzed around this menace. While waiting for your drinks, Chris looked you up and down for no reason at all and furrowed his brows when he took notice of something.

“You came to the beach wearing fucking lipgloss?”

“It’s called a balm, you peasant,” you corrected him, “To prevent my lips from getting chapped.”

“So not to make them look more kissable or anything,” he leaned against the counter with a shit-eating grin.

See, it was things like this that made your palms itch, making you feel like you were being put to some test. This motherfucker thought he was oh so irresistible, which he was to be frank, but he had no idea the kind of hell you could drag him through if you snapped. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to shoo the urges trying to override your sanity.

“You’re making fun of my skincare products, but you’re wearing fucking cologne,” you scoffed.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are! You smell like candy.”

“OR maybe my pheromones just smell sweet to you.”

You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face so hard, but unfortunately for you, it was at moments like this that your lizard brain was telling you to get on your knees and suck him dry.

“Pheromones do not release themselves, you know?” you shrugged and placed your elbows on the bar counter, “Maybe something triggered it.”

He chuckled, very much entertained, but didn’t answer. As you were hyperfocused on the mixology show in front of you, you could feel Chris’ eyes practically parkouring all over your body, and it was tickling something inside you. When your order was fulfilled, he picked up the tray and headed to the nearest cabana. While you were busy pouring generous amounts of the orangy drink over ice, he took his sweet time fishing for something from his bag and eventually handed you a bottle of sunscreen.

“Cream me, will you?”

Okay, that’s enough!

Not if he creamed himself first. That word choice was fucking deliberate, and if he thought you weren’t going to retaliate anymore just because you were playing nice all this time…

You took a big sip from your drink staring at him, then snatched the bottle from his hand. He sat at the very edge of the mattress and downed his entire glass in one go as if he were merely drinking water. You weren’t sure what exactly was the cause of the excessive thirst—his earlier hardcore swimming session, or… 

You positioned yourself right behind him comfortably, perfectly aligning your body against his, and let your legs dangle from either side of him. While the point was to fluster him, you were hit with a sudden realization.

You had never been this close to him before.

To make matters worse, Chris had just gotten out of the cool sea water and taken an even colder shower, but his body was on fire like he’d been sitting under the sun for hours, emitting all the heatwave back at you. In all senses of the word. 

You knew you were too close, but so did he. When you didn’t do anything, he briefly looked to his left side, not turning around all the way back, but it was enough for you to see the playful smile on his lips. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself of what your task was supposed to be, then sprayed several splashes of the coconutty liquid on his back. 

He hissed loudly when you established that first skin-to-skin contact.

“Cold?”

“Yeah,” he uttered a little too breathily, “but I like it.”

Well, if he liked this, then…

You pressed your palms on his shoulders and started running your hands down his arms. Much more slowly than you should have. The sunscreen was almost like a massage oil substitute for the way you were moving. When the pressure of your touch increased, his eyes closed and his breathing slowed down, his body unintentionally leaning into you.

“Tanned skin suits you so much,” you confessed in a whisper with no ulterior motive for once, “I really like it.”

Chris always sucked at taking compliments, but you could tell how much he was enjoying it from the muffled chuckle he let out.

“A little bit down.”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to give instructions when you’re getting creamed, Christopher.”

You removed your hands from his arms and placed two fingers on his nape, sliding it down his spine and watching how you were breaking goosebumps on his skin. And that was the moment your intrusive thoughts took complete control. 

When you reached right between his shoulder blades, your feathery touches mutated into a scratch. You sized him up, waiting for a sign of discomfort, but all you saw was the way he bit his lips. 

He loved this.

Your breathing on his back pleasantly tickling him, you kept drawing slow, random lines without a particular destination in mind, culminating into an accidental discovery. The dent right under his left shoulder blade. He sharply inhaled.

Very interesting.

“You’re sensitive here, huh?” you quietly observed.

“M-Maybe.”

“What happens if I kiss you there?”

“Don’t—!”

Before he could finish his warning, you kissed that spot, and he let slip a full on dragged out moan. The real heat of his skin was nothing short of hellfire. The shape of your moist lips started appearing all over his back, spiking an urge to go full territorial and cover him with kiss marks. His soft but still ecstatic whines were so cute, but you wanted to hear it louder. He shuddered when you pressed your breasts against his bare back. 

You let your instincts take the wheel, wrapping one arm around his waist, then sliding your hand inside his still-damp shorts. 

“W-What are you doing?”

“Helping myself,” you quietly responded while kissing his back.

Never in a million years would you be able to guess you would one day feel Chris under your palm. Throbbing. Leaking. For you. He was mouthwateringly hard, and with every lazy stroke, he was letting go a bit more. He threw his head back and rested his nape on your right shoulder. You kissed his fully exposed neck. You kissed his shoulders. He was melting into a puddle already, and if you kept this up, he wasn’t going to be able to recover from the embarrassment of the mess he was about to cause.

“Enjoying ourselves, are we?” you smiled against his neck.

“Enjoying?” he creased his brows, “Do you not realize how hard I am right now?”

“Very,” you observed in a serious tone, “Am I hurting you?”

“You’re going to if you don’t do something about it.”

All of a sudden, you pulled your hand back, and Chris crashed into reality headfirst. He let out such a disappointed groan, but it quickly turned into a much bigger anticipation when he watched you close the drapes and turn around again.

“Like what?” you asked while taking careful steps towards him.

He lost the ability to speak. 

You gently pushed on his chest to signal him to move backwards. He wasn’t able to take his eyes off of you, just watching you crawl towards him like a crouching tiger until his back hit the wooden surface behind him.

“Like sitting on it maybe?” you straddled him with unrushed movements.

Feeling your heat on his cock even through those layers of fabric almost fried his brain. He was looking up at you with huge eyes and parted lips, incredulous that you were actually on his lap. As you were grinding on him torturously slowly, he was gawking at your breasts, not being able to figure out how he could touch you everywhere all at once.

“Wanna feel them?”

If he didn’t nod way too enthusiastically for his own good, maybe it wouldn’t occur to you to block his attempt to cop a feel at the last second.

“You didn’t say please,” you tsked in disapproval, “Not very gentlemanly of you.”

Chris closed his eyes and bit into his smile, fully aware how his go-to line to tease you had backfired on him. If only he knew for how long you were collecting things to throw back at his face…

“Please.”

“Please what?”

He was getting visibly embarrassed no matter how much he was trying to play it cool. You didn’t think this could get any more entertaining than it already was, but oh well… 

“Can I please touch?”

“Touch where?”

When he attempted to touch you, you stopped him from his wrists. Or more like he let you stop him considering his inhumane strength. You lifted his arms, pushed them back, and leaned into his face.

“Touch where?”

“Your–Your tits.”

As a response, you placed his hands on your breasts and squeezed them on his behalf, causing him to gulp so thickly and twitch under you. You honestly weren’t expecting such strong reactions from him, making this moment all the more satisfying for you. When you threw your arms around his neck, he took that as an opening to free your breasts and immediately started sucking on the sensitive flesh. 

If this was how he made out with your nipples, ain’t no telling what he would do on your clit.

He could feel how you were reacting to him now, softly moaning and clenching on top of him, but it wasn’t enough. How could it ever be enough? He looked up at you once again and pulled you close to kiss you, but…

“Be patient,” you stopped him. Again.

His face fell, but it wasn’t necessarily because you didn’t grant permission. It was a certain word you used that got him almost mad.

“Isn’t ten fucking years enough patience for you?”

The smug smile you were wearing all this time erased itself.

Growing up together has its cons. You can’t really notice what’s right in front of your nose because you’re not programmed to perceive it a certain way. As an object of desire, to be precise. And when you realize you do, you have to put a leash on it so as not to lose the one thing that matters the most to you.

Sometimes for ten years.

“I can finally touch you,” Chris kissed your collarbones, and the desperation in his voice was growing stronger, “I’m about to fucking lose it, please.” 

It almost made you cave.

The smile that reappeared on your lips was simply diabolical. If only he could shut himself up, you wouldn’t be teasing him so much, but he was giving you weapon after weapon. It wasn’t your fault—he put it in your head.

“Sorry,” you kissed his nose and uttered regretfully, “I don’t remember cumming.”

It suddenly turned into a staredown. Without looking away, he slid your bikini to the side and pressed his fingers on your clit, immediately deliquescing whatever amount of stubbornness you still put up. 

“You’re wet,” he spoke from between your breasts, still drawing delicious circles, “Admit it. This is because you watched me shower, right?”

“W-What shower?”

“Come on, baby girl. I saw you staring,” his grin made a comeback, “I think it’s only polite if I clean up after myself, don’t you reckon?”

The way he was beyond himself just pleasuring you, completely lost in ecstasy was one of the sexiest things you’d ever witnessed. Nevertheless, you were still wondering how much further you could push it without giving him what he was deeply craving.

“No.”

“Let me eat it.”

“But no.”

“Let me!”

His frustration had no business being this cute. Ever so merciful, you finally decided to do him a favor since he insisted.

“I should cream your face, too, right?” you brushed your thumbs on his cheeks, “For good measure.”

The maniacal glint in his eyes was almost dangerous. He slid down in his place to make you sit on his face, not even letting you strip, and he hooked his fingers in your bottoms to expose you. When he finally started dragging his tongue all over your cunt, it was with so much appetite that you almost let a scream slip for how intense the feeling was. 

He was getting the sloppy kiss you denied him from your pussy. 

His hands were all over your body, groping whatever piece of flesh he could reach, and every command he received, he fulfilled it to perfection. To tease faster. To suck harder. To moan louder. This much obedience was the last thing you expected from him. 

“Chris, I’m g— Fuck, too much!”

He didn’t care. You promised to cream his face for good measure, so every drop he could get, he was going to, especially when you were cumming that hard in his mouth. He timed your contractions to decide when you were finally coming down, then climbed back up to pull you on his lap again.

You finally kissed him.

When your lips touched his after two forevers, he heaved a deep and content sigh in your mouth. You could taste the Sex on the Beach on his tongue. And the sea. And yourself. 

And pure lust. 

Growing up together has its cons. You can’t really notice what’s right in front of your nose because you’re not programmed to perceive it as an object of desire, but once you do, there is absolutely nothing you can do to take it back.

You dragged down the waist of his shorts to free him and were instantly hit with the fact that touching it and seeing it with your own eyes were entirely different experiences. He looked concerningly scrumptious, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine the type of pleasure he was capable of providing you. You aligned his girth with your entrance, and the groans he let out as he was sinking into you were alarming, to say the least.

“Holy shit, that’s… TIGHT!” 

“Shh, people are going to hear you,” you covered his mouth, but couldn’t help laughing at his overenthusiasm either.

“Look at my forehead,” he removed your hand, “Does it say I give a fuck?” 

“No?”

“It’s because I don’t,” he groped your sides once he bottomed out, “Now let’s fuck, baby.”

Yes, you had imagined this very moment in your most inappropriate thoughts, maybe even in excruciating detail when you were touching yourself, and the context was always more or less the same. Chris, the number one frequenter of your wet dreams, spewing profanities at your face while defiling you to his heart’s content.

That afternoon on that beach, however, it was your favorite person in the whole wide world, hugging your waist, looking deep into your eyes to keep track of exactly how he was making you feel so that he could move better for you. Every time he extracted a muffled moan out of you, every time he made you curse, every time you squeezed your eyes and sank your fingertips deeper into his skin for how good you were feeling, his own pleasure quadrupled.

Even though you were fucking as hard as you always thought you would, you had never pictured it to be this… visceral.

“Our first time,” he smiled against your neck and swelled your heart in your chest five times its size, “Finally.”

“Stop being so adorable!”

“Why?” he looked at you with his usual smug smile again, “Does it make you wanna fuck me harder?”

“It kinda does, yeah.”

He latched himself on your lips and kept kissing you for god knows how long. Feeling him this close and his refusal to be away from you simultaneously made you wetter and induced an intense desire to cry.

Out of happiness.

“Fuck me harder,” he spoke into your mouth, “Scratch me again.”

“OR,” you echoed his much earlier remark, “maybe I deny you until you snap.”

“You realize I fucking bench your weight, right?”

In the blink of an eye, you found yourself on your back. You instinctively started laughing for you were caught completely off guard, but it instantaneously disappeared when you realized how much his gaze had darkened.

“I said scratch,” he firmly commanded this time while placing one leg on his shoulder, “Like I said. Cream me.”

You were loving this shade on him.

His thrusts suddenly turned much sharper, and you couldn’t remember the last time you were fucked this good. Completely carnally with kisses turning into bites and touches shapeshifting into needy gropes all over. You were so wet with how aroused you were that you could feel yourself dripping down your ass, and when you finally started dragging your nails down Chris’ back, precisely when you reached that spot, his orgasm hit him so hard that he had to slam his lips on yours to silence himself.

You never realized how much more beautiful he could get with afterglow, resting his head on your chest. 

“So I’m thinking having two separate rooms is not exactly frugal,” he finally looked up at you, “We can share mine.”

“Why yours?”

“It has a hot tub.”

“Isn’t sleeping on the couch gonna be uncomfortable for you?”

In all fairness, you had deserved to get tickled to death for that snark, and no amount of ‘I’m sorry’s were enough to save your ass.

“If you wanna play it that way, then we’re not leaving this cabana,” he trapped you under his frame.

“It’s gonna get cold,” you started playing with his hair, reciprocating his mischievous grin, “There are no blankets here.”

“I’m gonna give you three guesses for how we’ll keep warm all night,” he kissed your hand, “If you can’t get it right, I’m eating your pussy until you cry.”

“Hugging.”

“No.”

“Cuddling.”

“No.”

“Fucking?”

His eyes glinted the same way they did when you suggested creaming his face for good measure, and he started slithering down between your legs.

“No.” 

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[jinhyun]

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you have a crush on him, he feels nothing. you’d do anything as long as you get to spend time with him, he takes it for granted. but even those who have feelings for someone can reach their limit, and hyunjin is the only one to blame.

↬pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

↬genre: social media au, angst, fluff, pining, unrequited love, slow burn, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader

↬warnings: eventual written parts (w), mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, +18 content (minors dni!!)

↬status: completed

↬playlist

↬a/n: if you’re interested in being part of the tag list, send me an ask! all i ask for if you wanna be in it is some feedback in return as the story goes on, since that is what gives me motivation to keep it going. i hope you guys enjoy!

🌼 y/n’s squad

🌼 hyunjin’s squad

🌼 part one — coffee

🌼 part two — the new jeongin

🌼 part three — tickets

🌼 part four — third wheeling

🌼 part five — definitely nothing

🌼 part six — devil on my shoulder

🌼 part seven — one time thing (w)

🌼 part eight — unbelievable

🌼 part nine — booty call

🌼 part ten — walk of shame (w)

🌼 part eleven — wingwoman

🌼 part twelve — loving love

🌼 part thirteen — spasm

🌼 part fourteen — spotlight

🌼 part fifteen — psycho (w)

🌼 part sixteen — nothing important

🌼 part seventeen — double date

🌼 part eighteen — ultimate nerd

🌼 part nineteen — dreamlike (w)

🌼 part twenty — snitch

🌼 part twenty one — kicked out

↳ bonus — lost (w)

🌼 part twenty two — faithful

🌼 part twenty three — raincheck

🌼 part twenty four — fling

🌼 part twenty five — again

🌼 part twenty six — busy

🌼 part twenty seven — closure (w)

🌼 part twenty eight — code red

🌼 part twenty nine — (not) okay

🌼 part thirty — local cliché

🌼 part thirty one — open secret

↳ bonus — art studio (w)

🌼 part thirty two — cool

🌼 part thirty three — don’t care

🌼 part thirty four — going crazy

🌼 part thirty five — slow walkers

🌼 part thirty six — hairband

🌼 part thirty seven — detour

🌼 part thirty eight — old habits

↳ bonus — q&a (w)

🌼 part thirty nine — mean it (w)

🌼 part forty — non-platonic

🌼 part forty one — badmouthing

🌼 part forty two — hating hwang hours

🌼 part forty three — wrong

↳ bonus — pfp

🌼 part forty four — cancelled

🌼 part forty five — lamb skewers

🌼 part forty six — drunk words (w)

🌼 part forty seven — unblock me

🌼 part forty eight — chickened out

🌼 part forty nine — little push

🌼 part fifty — daisies (w)

🌼 epilogue 1.0 — belated realisation

🌼 epilogue 2.0 — never looked back