a/n• In celebration of making a network with my amazing friend @rems-writing I wanted to make a solo audio of DPR Ian (Christian). I hope you guys enjoy it! And if you all wanna joining our network @othersideoutlawsnetwork please feel free to apply! Applications are open!
You loved to tease Christian while you were at work. You would often send him suggestive messages saying how you would be on all fours for him when you got home or how your core was soaked just thinking about him in a meeting. Christian was used to it and always just brushed it off knowing that there was no honesty in your claims. One day at work there was nothing to do but sit around and your thoughts started to wander. You thought about how Christain would touch and make love to you after stressful days at work. Or how he would tell you to get on your knees after dinner dates so you could take him down your throat. You looked at your phone and started to text him. You were casually making small talk and asking him what he was doing. The replies were normal until he sent you a picture of him at his desk making music. This was your queue to send him a picture back. You bit your lip in anticipation, hoping that no one would walk into the office as you unbuttoned your button-down. You wanted to tease him just a little bit only revealing your lace bra under your shirt, your boobs sitting nicely. You snapped a picture and sent it to him. You sat in silence for a while waiting for him to reply. Little did you know Christian was looking at his screen with a shocked expression. He couldn’t believe you were sending him pictures like this at work. “Aren’t you afraid your boss will walk in princess?” You couldn’t help but smile at his message knowing he was trying to act concerned knowing damn well he was eager to see more. “He’s not here this week baby.” you texted back with another image attachment. Your bare chest was exposed for him to see, your hand between your thighs. You watched as the chat bubble flared up and down, indicating that he was typing. A few minutes went by and you didn’t hear anything from Christian. You started to type but before you could press send you were sent an audio message followed by a text saying “You have no idea what you do to me babygirl.”
can you PLEASE make a dpr Ian smut please I'm begging you on my knees 🥺🥺
I'm actually in love with man.
hello im sorry im so late LMFAO im a slow responder but heres a thought...
Christian would be an absolute menace in bed. Especially when you had been pissing him off infront of his friends the entire night. Although he was pissed, he let you play your game because he gets off to the thought of you all fucked out and just for him and he makes sure you know what its only him making you feel like that.
"You're so pretty all fucked out for me baby. All of this is mine right?" His words go right over your head. Your brain foggy and only focused on the feeling of his cock hitting all the right places inside you.
"Please daddy I'm so close I need it so bad" You knew that calling him daddy in this moment will likey get you what you need.
But Christian could only scoff at how wrong you were.
“Do you want to cum baby?” Christian laughed. he fucking laughed when you nodded your head, yes. “Too fucking bad” He scoffed and pulled out from your sopping wet cunt. Bringing his cock up to your lips to press his tip against your pursed lips. You refused to open your mouth. You always did this when he didnt give you what you wanted but this time Christian wasnt going to cave. He gave you a rough tug on you hair, not in the mood to say anything more to you, You winced at the contact and gave in, opening your mouth for his cock to enter. Immediately, he began fucking your face with no relent. The delicious feeling of him fucking your face was one that didnt last long as he holds your head in place against his inked up abdomen and lets out a loud, sinful moan before releasing deep in your throat.
While you swallowed his load and sat there in annoyance, Christian pulled your shorts up, back to their original position before walking away, confirming you weren't getting anything for the rest of the night.
"Maybe next time if you behave you'll actually get what you want, brat"
im sorry after peanut butter and tears i suddenly got motivated to finish this LMAO hehehe enjoy :P
“Are you sure we can’t stay another day to explore?” Ian asked.
“I can’t possibly explore Mexico City in half a day!! There’s so many sights to see!” you protested.
“And food to eat,” Ian added.
“And a bajillion museums to explore!”
Scott was flustered with your arguments. He was like a father debating with his children. “Even I would like to stay but we can’t derail the schedule. Our fans have been waiting long enough,” he said exasperatedly.
“We tried,” Ian sighed. He put his arm around your shoulders and kissed the crown of your head softly to console you.
You held the hand that was dangling by your shoulders and leaned on to his chest. “We’ll have to narrow it down to one to two places.”
The two of you always set aside time to explore in each stop of the tour. You tagged along the tour for work and to travel with Ian, which basically killed two birds with one stone. But time was always of the essence and you were always limited to visiting spots that were either near your hotel or the venue.
Ian thought about it as the two of you watched Dabin go through sound check. “We can still go to Coyoacán,” he suggested.
Coyoacán was home to The Frida Kahlo Museum and the National Watercolor Museum which were some of the museums you wanted to visit, and Cineteca Nacional which was on Ian’s list. It was also quite near the venue.
“The museums will be closed by then,” you groaned.
“A lot of places will be closed by the time the show ends,” Ian countered.
“I guess we can still walk around the neighborhood then maybe catch a movie at Cineteca Nacional. And then plan on when to come back so I get to visit all the museums I want!” you exclaimed, quickly recovering from the thought of not being able to visit the places you wanted.
“We always say that in every stop of this tour,” Ian said which made both of you break into laughter.
You broke away from Ian and proceeded to work. John took the videos and you took the photographs and the two of you were also in charge of uploading these contents into the social media pages of DPR.
The meet and greet photos were also taken by you and you loved how Ian doesn’t just smile at the camera, he’s smiling at you. It made you feel giddy inside but you had to keep it professional at all times.
During the actual show, you shuffled between the front of the stage and on the actual stage to snap photos, which was a workout in itself.
After the show, the boys took a quick five just to quickly hydrate themselves before going out to do the encore. The boys usually took showers after the show and everyone ate dinner after while waiting for the crowd to dissipate before leaving the venue.
You and Ian excused yourselves and made your way to Coyoacán via train to get to feel more of the city. As you alight the station, you pulled up the maps app for directions. The two of you headed first to the Frida Kahlo museum so you can “cross it off” your list of places to visit as it was already closed. Then you walked further down the street to take pictures of the colorful houses before walking back towards Cineteca Nacional.
You settled on the last showing of one of the indie films that was being shown so you can also explore the outdoor forum of the Cineteca. You browsed the stores until it was time for the movie to start.
The movie had no English subtitles and you had to rely on the tone of voice and the acting to understand what was happening and you made a mental note to look up the movie later on to see if you understood it correctly.
“That was an experience,” Ian declared as the two of you exited the cinema.
“I’m still confused as to what actually happened in the movie,” you replied as you search for the plot online on your phone.
Ian grabbed your hand as you walked. “Where to next?” he asked.
You tuck your phone away. “Back to the hotel I guess? Unless you want to go for a quick drink? But we have an early flight tomorrow,” you reasoned.
“You’re right. Anyway there are other things I can explore,” Ian said while eyeing you suggestively.
“What exactly?” you asked despite already knowing what he meant.
He turned you to face him, and he cupped your face with his hands and placed soft kisses on your lips. “You,” he said in between kisses causing you to giggle.
“Stooop! We’re in public!” You whined as you playfully slapped his arms away.
Ian dropped his hands and grabbed yours as he headed to the street and hailed the first cab he saw. He behaved himself in the cab and so did you. You were in a different country and you were afraid to potentially disrespect the cab driver. However, he still found a way to tease by squeezing your thigh once near your knee and again closer to your crotch. He smirked as he saw you bite back your gasp, knowing well what his touch does to you.
He held your hand as you exited the cab and made your way to the lobby. The elevator was empty when it opened and you quickly pressed on the close button and your floor to make sure you got the elevator all to yourselves. Ian was latched on to your lips as soon as the doors closed, pulling your head up as he tugged on your lower lip, causing you to whimper at the roughness of his actions. He placed a hand on the back of your head to prevent you from hitting it as he pushed you against an elevator wall, grinding his hips against yours as soon as your back hit the wall. He moved to kiss your jaw then your neck, each kiss becoming sloppier than the previous. You gripped his sides as he kissed you then you circled your arms around his waist, closing the gap as much as possible as he grinded against you.
The elevator dinged, causing both of you to stop and check at which floor it stopped. It stopped just a floor below yours and the two of you had to compose yourselves as a group of people heading to the rooftop filed in. You instinctively stood in front of Ian to cover his budding erection.
You reached your floor and you pulled Ian along as you exited the elevator. You ran to your room once you were away from the elevators, Ian just behind you. You stood against the door as Ian fumbled his pockets for the keycard. He opened the door and he pushed you inside and pinned you against the nearest wall then kicked the door closed.
“Where were we?” Ian asked.
“Here,” you mumble against his lips. You cupped his face as you kissed him, Ian deepening the kiss immediately. You dragged one hand down his chest and abdomen, down to his crotch and you stroked him over his jeans causing a low moan to escape his lips. You continued stroking him as you held him by the shoulder with your other hand and turned him, reversing your positions. He let you unbuckle his jeans and drag it down to his ankles. You knelt in front of him and pulled down his boxers exposing the his entire length.
You ran your hand down and up along his length and your thumb traced lazy circles around his tip. He tipped your chin up and you were looking up at him as you placed kisses along his shaft before you enveloped him with your mouth, his breath hitching at your actions. You held his shaft with one hand and you took him by the mouth slowly at first then you began to increase your pace.
“Just like that, Y/N. That feels so good,” Ian groaned in satisfaction.
You continued bobbing your head while you hand pumped the base of his shaft, taking him deeper each time, obscenities leaving Ian’s mouth. Your hand rested on his pelvis as your index finger and thumb supported the base of his shaft and you took his entire length in, a low growl emanating from Ian. You released him and you wiped away the drool from the corners of your mouth. Ian bent down to kiss you and helped you stand up.
He took a condom from his jeans pocket and put in on then discarded all of his clothing. He carried you bridal style and laid you on the bed. You unzipped your jeans and pulled them down, letting Ian pull it off the rest of the way as you removed your shirt.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” Ian said as he admired your body. He climbed into the bed and on top of you, one hand cupped your face as he kissed you deeply while his other hand unhooked your bra. You pulled it off and Ian took one nipple in his mouth, circling it with his tongue before sucking on your perked nub, his hand palming and pinching the other.
He trailed kisses down your stomach and when he reached the waistband of your panties, he pushed your legs back and knelt in front of you. He pulled the crotch of your underwear aside, exposing your glistening core. He looked at you and maintained eye contact as he licked your entrance before sucking on your clit.
You reached for his head and pushed it lightly, encouraging him to continue what he was doing. You threw your head back against the mattress in ecstasy. “Oh god – Ian! The things you do with your tongue!” you exclaimed.
Ian grinned at your satisfaction and proceeded to slide a finger in between your labia, lubricating it before slipping it into your entrance. He pumped slowly at first then returned to lapping at your clit. His pumping became quicker causing your hips to buck against his mouth.
Sensing you were close, he released you and took off your panties. He climbed back into the bed and positioned himself along your entrance. He placed his arms on your waist and he bent his head down to give you a kiss, which you returned.
You guided him to your entrance and he started thrusting slowly, allowing you to adjust to his length.
“You good?” he asked as he brushed the stray hairs away from your face.
You nodded and Ian placed his hand back on your waist and started to quicken his thrusts. You held his wrists as you try to move your hips in time with his thrusts, pleasure building in your lower abdomen.
“Ian, I-, I’m close,” you whimpered.
He rested his forehead on yours as he continued his unrelenting pace to push you over the edge. You placed your hands on the back of his neck, cupping it as you leaned in for a kiss. You felt your walls tighten around him and you shuddered as you felt the oncoming waves of your orgasm, crying out Ian’s name in pleasure.
“Fuck Y-Y/N,” he screamed when he felt you tightening around his length, reaching his orgasm right after you and spurting his seed into the latex. He slowed down his thrusts before pulling out from you.
Ian cleaned himself up and returned to bed. He held you and nuzzled your forehead. You looked up at him and smiled, “How was your exploration?”
“You are my best adventure,” he declared causing a blush to creep on your face.
You gave him a peck on the lips and you made yourself comfortable in his embrace and you felt yourself slowly drift off to sleep.
"Explain yourself girl, why so cruel. The way you kiss it, oh so rude." Dabin whispers against your neck, singing along to the song playing through the speakers sitting upon the shelves above you. His ring and middle finger rubbed roughly against your clit as the other held your arms behind your figure. Your legs shook slightly due to pleasure and the struggle of keeping them open for the thousands of people watching your boyfriend's live to see. It felt interesting having so many eyes on you. A deep chuckle sounded from his lips as he felt your movement. "Babe, you gotta be still. You want to put on a good show for our fans, right?" Slowly you nodded and tried holding back on the shaking. When you finally felt like you had control over your movements, Dabin suddenly slid his previously busy fingers inside of you. This caused you to arch your back and silently scream in his ear. The smirk on his face grew larger as he began to hook his fingers to hit against the very spot that had you shaking again. Kiss Me proceeded to play in the background as you neared your orgasm. "They're saying that you look so beautiful and your skin is glowing in this light." Your younger boyfriend mentioned to you. "Oh baby, they're saying how lucky I am to have found you. So many people saying how they wish to be either one of us right now. They really, really want me to fuck you dumb." He mentions and uses his left hand to turn your head in his direction. Both of your eyes met and you could see the fire and lust in his. Turned on by you in general, Dabin pulls you in for a sloppy kiss as he lowers his hand to your neck and tightens his grip a bit. A quiet gasp is released from you as this has you on the brink of your orgasm. Unfortunate for you, the song ended before you could finish and the man stopped all movement aside from kissing you. 'Boom' began playing and Christian now stood from his seat next to the phone. You break the kiss to have your eyes meet with the older male. His eyes tell you that he has no plans on going soft on you during this. Pulling you lightly by your shirt collar, Christian pulls you in for a kiss. Compared to Dabin, Christian's kisses were more fervorous. The smaller male moved from behind you and laid you on your back. As you were being moved, the older male had begun taking off his pants and underwear. You reached your hand out to help him and he chuckles quietly. Dabin spread open your legs and folds. Just to tease you a bit, he blew a bit of air on your wetness and more specifically your clit. This left your legs shaking a bit and with your mouth slightly ajar, Christian slid himself into your mouth. You swallowed around him and moaned when there was a warm movement against your core. The moan you released sounded so cute and desperate that both of your boyfriends grips tightened against you and groaned a bit. When Dabin's part came up on the song, he was sure to mumble against you, increasing the vibrations. Your hand that wasn't working on the taller male was running its fingers against the younger's scalp. Due to the lack of long hair, your couldn't grip onto it. "Fuck, our babe is always so good to us. Just want to spoil them rotten." Christian mumbles in a low tone while increasing his thrusts. Dabin's tongue flicked against you at a more rapid pace. The pleasure from both of them had you on the brink of your orgasm. "Look at their legs. We make you feel that good?" Christian asked pinching and rubbing your nipples through your shirt. You moaned out a confirming noise and Dabin began fingering you. Both males knew how close you were. "Should we let them cum Ian?" Dabin only pulls away from you to ask this. Christian looks at the way your body is squirming around and convulsing and decides to let you cum. Seemingly the younger's favorite part, you release and Dabin drinks you up. Christian got off on watching your younger boyfriend pleasing you and came down your throat. Once his high was finished, Christian pulled out of your mouth and leaned down to give you a kiss. Getting slightly overstimulated, you
pushed Dabin's head away but he stayed where he was. Your whines became louder and Christian laughed before turning to his friend. "They're overstimmed, they're good!" He began pushing Dabins head lightly as well. "They just taste so good." Your younger companion says while rubbing his fingers up and down your inner labia. "Go get them cleaned up." The older says then picks up the phone to explain how the second song was a new song on the upcoming album and answer some questions (He completely ignored the questions about what just happened.) Dabin helps you into the bathroom and gets your warm bath ready. Sitting on his lap, you let your hands roam his body. He places kisses on your lips before starting a make-out and letting his hands roam your body. The bathroom door opened and Christian looked at the both of you. "If you don't get in the bath with them, I will." He said with his eyes looking you up and down. The look on Dabin's face challenged him and you knew what kind of night was to come.
You would be damn right in saying that he was going to take his sweet time exploring your body;
every crevice, each and every corner, he would leave not a single thing untouched;
It would give him immense pleasure to see your bashful face as he kissed your breasts;
you’d be able to see his cute little smile if you’d look down on him at that moment;
The foreplay, just like everything else, would be slow;
He’d kiss up and down your thighs, slide his fingers across your belly, making goosebumps appear on your arms;
His tongue on your exposed body, only there for teasing, would make shivers crawl up your spine;
The little nothings he would whisper while kissing you and grinding his hips against you would make your heart race all the more;
However, the drawn-out pace could be forgotten by something as simple as a stronger tugging of hair from your side;
if you’d pull his hair while he’s preparing you for what’s more to come, and set yourself into a position of power, he’d be happy to complain, since his aim is to pleasure you to the best of his ability;
Although he wouldn’t have a big member, he’d be full of energy, and the stamina to go for a long, long time, so there’s no such question as to whether or not you would be satisfied;
because yes, yes you would be, and you’d even have sore hips the day after, since he’d put you through a whole lot during your love-making;
One another thing that you should know about DaBin is that he likes to cum at the same time as you, and that’s when the vanilla boy might turn a little rough;
even if you’re about to cum, he will not let you do so if he’s not about to cum alongside you;
he’d pull out, drowning out your complaints by sloppy kisses and clinking of teeth, biting your neck and breasts, anything to make you quiet, and then he’s continue, making your back arch up and eyes roll backward;
On the other hand, DaBin wouldn’t be too keen on trying out new things;
He liked familiarity in the intimate relationship, only spicing up once in a while, and even then, only if you make it clear that it’s what you desire;
After sex, it wouldn’t take DaBin long to regain his energy, and he’d be up and jumping, encouraging you to do the same;
Cuddles after sex were reserved for when you absolutely refused to move from bed, then he’d join you to spoil you some more.
Requested: yes
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, teasing, dom!Reader, sub!Christian
Words: 1500+
A/N: anon asked for something “hard” and I honestly have no idea if this classifies as hard or what... hope you like it anyways!
«I wanna cum too.»
You force yourself to open your eyes to look at the squirming man beneath you.
«Please» he adds, as soon as your gaze meets his.
He looks so pretty like this, you think, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, face flushed and bottom lip caught between his teeth – biting down so hard that it might start to bleed. With every move you make, he fights the urge to just close his eyes and give in to the pleasure – but he doesn't, because you told him to keep on looking at you, no matter what.
What a good boy, always listening and obeying to your every order. You wonder if, maybe, he didn't disobey while you weren't watching but, there again, he's so well behaved that he'd never do it.
«Not yet» you say, and you can't help but giggle when he whines.
Making a mess out of your boyfriend wasn't exactly what you expected when your date night started, and yet here you are, towering over him while he tries to hold back his orgasm as long as possible, not wanting to disobey you – or, even worse, disappoint you.
It all started with kisses, a few soft pecks on his cheek while watching a movie. A very boring one, if you had to be honest. He didn't react, at first, in spite of the fact that kisses always managed to turn him on. Maybe he's just not in the mood, you thought, before giving up and turning your attention back to the movie. Not even a couple of minutes passed, though, before he was shyly trying to get you to kiss him a bit more. Gladly giving in, you moved from his cheek to his hypersensitive neck, barely touching it, enjoying the small whimpers he let out when your breath hit his skin. Then, you switched to some gentle open-mouthed kisses, which, much to your amusement, sent shivers down his spine. Eventually, he turned to you, allowing you to finally kiss his soft lips. He moaned into the kiss, a deep, guttural moan that soon turned into an endless strings of small whimpers as you nibbled his lips, before climbing onto his lap and starting to grind on him. After a heavy make out session, filled with the sweetest noises and the dirtiest words you've ever heard, you led your extremely needy boyfriend to your bedroom. There, on your bed, you started your teasing once again.
«Please, Y/N, more...» he pleads, but you're not ready to give in. Not yet.
His neck is painted in several shades of red, with some pretty purple spots. You feel proud of yourself, you're doing a great job. Tomorrow, it'll look even better. Unless he decides to cover them, of course.
Slowly moving on top of him, you wonder how the scene might look from a third point of view. You're rubbing your almost naked core onto him, still fully clothed. Someone might think it's unfair, but you know exactly how much he loves it, even if he'd never say out loud.
«You're so good to me, Ian» you say, and he smiles. «Letting me do whatever I want to you.»
He nods.
«I'm yours.»
You know he means it, he always does. After several months of dating, you've come to the conclusion that it's his favourite thing to say. At the same time, it's becoming your favourite thing to hear, even more than the heavenly noises he lets out when you're making him feel good, or the little grunts he does when you tug on his hair just right, or even the way he repeats your name when you finally allow him to have his release.
Taking off his shirt, much to his delight, you let your hands wonder across his chest. He's been working out, you know that, and his effort is finally paying off – not that you care too much, you love him regardless of his physical shape. Your fingers gently graze over his tan skin, goosebumps following them wherever they go. As you get closer and closer to his crotch, right where he really needs you, you can feel his breathing becoming heavier. He's no longer moaning nor whimpering, he's just watching you so intently that you feel as if his glare could pierce right through your head. His bottom lip is back between his teeth, and this time you're sure about it, it's bleeding. You wipe your thumb across his lip, and he seizes the opportunity to suck your finger. You let him, it's not like it bothers you – actually, you love it.
«Let me take these off» you say, motioning towards his pants, and he eagerly nods.
Lifting his hips up, he allows you to pull them down, not taking his eyes off of you for a second. When your hand touches his crotch, his whole body jerks, while a loud whimper escapes his mouth. You palm him through his boxers, taking in the beautiful sight in front of your eyes.
«So beautiful» you praise, kissing his abs, right above his v-line. «And all mine.»
«Y-Yes, I'm all yours!» His words are louder than he intended to, but, in that moment, he doesn't really care. As long as you're happy with it, he is as well.
Taking off his boxers, you finally free him, allowing his member to rest across his abdomen. When you graze your nails along his thighs, it twitches. You do it several times, enjoying how his body reacts to your touch, and each time he hisses louder and louder. He's at his limit, you know that. There's precum on the tip of his cock, which now looks redder and, if possible, harder than before. Giving a quick look to the clock on your night stand, you realize how long you've been teasing him for. You're actually surprised he didn't try to persuade you into giving in earlier. You have to admit it, if he had, you would have probably complied. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter every passing second, and you can't wait to finally feel him inside you.
Kneeling next to him, you jerk him off for a couple of minutes, before deciding to take him into your mouth. When you do, he thrashes his head onto the pillows, his eyes wide shut as he lets out a breathy moan.
«Fuck, Y/N...» is the only thing he manages to say, inhaling deeply as you bob your head up and down his length.
It doesn't last long. His reaction, together with your own need to have him inside you, forces you to stop what you're doing, quickly take off your panties, and then climb onto him once again, teasing your entrance with his tip.
«Please, just fuck me» he says, his voice cracking in the middle of the sentence.
Nodding, you sink onto him, watching how his mouth slowly takes an 'o' shape. Neither of you moans, the pleasure is so much that it's almost impossible to make any sound.
You set your pace immediately, not too fast but not too slow either, just enough for the both of you to last for some more time. The only thing you can hear is an endless chanting of your name, with some curses in between, his voice shaky but loud nonetheless.
«Y-You fill me up so well, baby» you say, leaning over to kiss him. When you do, he moans into your mouth, while his tongue desperately intertwines with yours. It's a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, there's saliva everywhere, but neither of you cares.
His hands move to your back, bringing you as close to him as possible, his nails leaving some scratches behind. His hips, moving from beneath you, meet yours in the best way possible, bringing you closer to your orgasm. Your hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing it in circular motions, as he thrusts into you. A few minutes later, you're clenching around him, as you feel a wave of pleasure rushing into you.
«Y/N, c-can I cum?» he begs, knowing that he's not going to last long. «Please, Y/N, please!»
«Yes, cum for me, baby» you say, finally granting him his release.
He comes saying your name, as he always does, and he doesn't stop repeating it until you get off of him. You can feel his seed dripping on your thighs, something you know he loves. He's watching you, clearly enjoying what's before his eyes.
«You did so well, baby» you reassure him, laying down next to him and moving his damp hair from his forehead, before placing a chaste kiss there.
«I did?» he asks, and you know that the only thing he wants right now is to be praised.
«Of course» you say. «You took my teasing extremely well, I'm really proud of you.»
He smiles, content, turning his face to you, silently asking for another kiss. More than happy to comply, you kiss him.
It doesn't take long before both of you start to fall asleep, in the comforting dim light of your bedroom, laying next to each other, sweet 'I love you's whispered to each other.
WARNING: light smut, dpr nick is an original character
RECOMMENDED SONGS: Cheyenne by Jason Derulo + Distraction by Kehlani + Used To You Now by Jack & Jack
2017
A brilliant blue light flood into the dark hallway. Nick’s eyes were wide open as she tried to coerce her body to go to sleep. But regardless of how hard she tried to drift into a dream-filled state, the clicking, cursing, and frustration leaking from the room across the hall stopped her from falling asleep.
Finally, she stoop up from her bed, shuffling around in search of her phone and noise-cancelling headphones.
“Shit,” she muttered once she realized she’d left her phone to charge in the kitchen and her headphones in the room where the disruption was coming from.
Once she decided to lift herself from her bed, Nick stumbles into the hallway coming face to face with the clicking culprit.
“Christian have you seen my headphones?” She asked him groggily, covering her squinting eyes from the bright computer monitor’s light.
“No, I think we left them at Scott’s when we showed him the video draft.” He answered, stepping to the side and trudging to the kitchen, Nick hot on his heels.
As Christian opened the fridge, Nick grabbed her phone from the counter, unplugging it from the wall’s outlet.
“Heads up,” Christian hums, tossing a cold water bottle to the Atlanta native.
“Thanks,” She mumbles, catching the plastic bottle in her hands.
The two settled into a comfortable silence for a while. Christian drinking from his bottle, a million ideas for Dabin’s next release passing through his mind. On the other side of the kitchen island, Nick scrolls through her Instagram feed. After a while, Christian settled on staring - or admiring as he would but it - Nick makeup free face.
As they sat in the comfortable darkness, Christian takes note of her brown skinned complexion and her somewhat disheveled curls piled on top of her head. Her dark brown eyes scan her phone, the ends crinkling every now and then at the sight of a somewhat funny meme or picture crossing her timeline.
The burning feeling of someone staring at her soon overtakes the music producer. “What?” She chuckles as she realizes the person staring at her was her “boss”.
“Nothing,” He snapped out of his gaze, clearing his throat suddenly.
“Really?” She asked, one of her eyebrows arched as she deadpanned the 28-year-old.
“Actually...” He trailed off, looking to the side.
Nick smirked slightly, making her way over to him.
“What time did you go to sleep last night?” She asked him, touching his shoulder lightly.
He sucked in a jagged breath as he turned his face to look into her deep brown eyes.
“4 in the morning, why?” She stepped closer to him, any small movement would press their chests together - not that Christian would complain.
“You need to go to sleep,” She hummed, moving her hand from his shoulder to the side of his neck.
“But I need to-”
“Stop. Just let me get you to sleep.” She whispered lowly, pressing her chest to his, her hand moving to cup his cheek.
“What are doing?” He breathed out, moving his hands to her waist.
“Putting you to sleep,” She responded, equally breathless.
“You know that doesn’t sound ideal,” He joked, his eyes searching the younger girl’s own.
“You know what I meant,” Nick hummed, leaning into him.
“Are you trying to kiss me?” He asked, trying to diffuse the situation before he could lose control of himself.
Nick chuckled lowly, her nose touching his.
Nicolette Janae Harrison was not one to lose control, she made others lose their own control. But pressed up against Christian Yu in the middle of their apartment’s kitchen, she felt herself slowly slipping. It was an unfamiliar feeling but an inviting feeling. Then she kissed him. Soft and gentle, their lips barely touching as their hands stayed in their assumed positions. But just as a tiny island in the eye of the hurricane, it was the calm before the storm. The gentleness quickly turned needy, desperate even.
Nick’s fingers gripped Christian’s dark locks as his hands gradually lowered from her waist to her hips then elsewhere.
It was a controlled descent into a loss of self-control, exactly what they both sought from each other.
They pulled away from each other’s lips for a split second, giving a silent affirmation of consent between each other.
Christian moved her stray curls from her shoulder as he began to kiss her neck.
She let out a quiet moan as she laced her fingers through his hair once again.
“At least fuck a girl in a bed,” She breathed out. Christian pulled away, pulling her hips towards his.
“My room?” He asked gently.
She simply nodded, making her way to his bedroom. He followed after her like a lost puppy, closing the door once they made it to his room.
“Are you sure?” He asked her, looking for consent once more.
“Yeah,” She answered, walking over to his bed, discarding the DPR t-shirt that barely covered her body past her mid thighs, revealing the tiniest pair of shorts Christian had ever seen her in.
“Nice legs,” He mused, pulling his shirt over his head. Nick shook her head as she smiled inwardly.
“Hurry up,” She huffed, pushing him onto the bed.
He pulled her down to straddle his hips as he fell back on the bed sheets. Their lips connected in a heated rush as Nick grinded down onto Christian’s lap.
Christian’s groans and Nick’s gentle moans filled the room as they desperately searched for some needed friction.
“Take this off,” Christian groaned as he tapped at Nick’s shorts. She obliged, lifting off on him slightly so he could help he take her shorts off. Once the painstakingly small shorts were slipped off, Christian removed his own joggers.
Nick instantly attacked his lips once more as his hands guided her hips as they winded down on his dick.
“Fuck,” He moaned as he tugged at his hair.
“I’m ready,” She whispered, sucking at his neck, a bruise beginning to form.
“Yeah,” He asked, taking her underwear with off his shortly following.
“Thank god you didn’t rip them.” Nick thanked him quietly as he flipped her onto her back.
“Why would I? They’re really nice.”
“Expensive too,” She added as Christian chuckled, pulling a condom from the nearby dresser.
As he inserted his dick into her, Christian closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling. He buried his head into her shoulder as he began to thrust slowly.
“Hmm,” Nick moaned, her hands gripping the base of his hair.
“Faster?” He asked her, picking up the speed of his thrusts once he felt her nod.
“Oh my god, Christian.” She gasped, dragging her nails down his back.
Christian’s lips made their way to her neck as he began to place a hickey on the side of her neck.
Their moans mixed with groans of each other’s names could be heard from the other side of the apartment.
As Christian’s orgasm drew closer, his thrusts grew more erratic, more rushed. Nick’s moans grew louder as he panted.
“Fuck,” He moaned, dragging out the syllables.
His orgasm overtook him as he whispered Nick’s name repeatedly like it was a prayer - the type they’d need after their heated session.
At the sound and feeling of his orgasm hitting him, Nick’s own crept up on her.
“Just a little more,” She moaned as Christian moved his mouth to her throbbing clit. He sucked at her at despite her cries and pushes of his head, away from her center.
“Cum for me.” He whispered once she reached her own chased orgasm.
“Christian,” She whispered like his name was a mantra.
As she came down from her orgasm, Christian rubbed her upper thighs whispering, “You’re beautiful.”
She felt her cheeks heat as she realized what they’d just done.
“What time is it?”
“5 in the morning,” Christian responded, pulling her body into his naked chest.
“You need to go to sleep, Christian.” She whispered, falling asleep herself.
Christian hummed as he rubbed her back, her chest pressed to his.
“I will.”
“Promise?” She asked, falling into a dream-like state.
“I promise.” He hummed, kissing her forehead before closing his own eyes.
➵ characters: christian yu x reader (feat. song minho)
➵ genre: smut
➵ wc: 2.4k
➵ summary: short follow up to the previous movie shoot. christian wants to play a very dangerous but rewarding game. includes phone sex and the reader receiving oral.
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➵ disclaimer
“You look so entertained, I can just see it on your face,” Christian commented as he walked into the bedroom in just boxers, ruffling a towel over his freshly washed hair.
“Yes, these messages are so much fun,” you responded unenthusiastically but in a sarcastic tone over the lollipop in your mouth that was coming to an end. You were scrolling through the messages of the week, passing through several names. A name you passed was Minho’s, having saved his number after receiving a phone call from him this week. You had warned the others not to give Minho your number, but Jiho didn’t get the message.
Through the days, you made conversational chat with him, nothing more than you just being a polite person. He would start the conversation but you’d always finish them.
You pulled your head away from your phone in time to see Christian pull a shirt over his head, turning to make his way towards you. You took the white plastic stick from your mouth to dispose it in the small bin beside your bed. The bed dipped at its feet, Christian crawling his way up.
“We could do something that’s fun for the both of us,” he kissed your bare knee and the top of your thighs. “More fun than… whatever you’re doing.”
You giggled. “I bet.”
You let your phone drop somewhere beside you, pulling Christian closer to by his face. His lips found yours instantly, kissing him sweetly at first. Your lips parted, swiping your tongue over him just to taste. Getting a taste of that strawberry lollipop, you sucked on caused Christian to growl, deepening the kiss immediately.
He wasted no time in pulling the oversized hoodie you wore over your head, leaving in nothing but your panties.
“Oh, not wearing anything underneath, are we?” he teased you. “It’s like you were already waiting for me.”
“I already know how you are, I need to be prepared, don’t I?” you nibbled on his lower lip, grinning at him.
“Let me make it two of us.” Christian removed himself from you for a second to remove his black t-shirt, leaving his boxers on. He returned to you to start placing kisses down your chest and the valley between your breasts. Using his pinkies, they were hooked under your thong, sliding them down your thighs and calves quickly. His kisses trailed to your pelvic bones as you weaved your fingers through his soft hair, liking how he pretty he looked between your legs.
However, you were taken out of the moment by the ring of your phone, turning your head to it. Curious to see who it was, you picked up the device, and your face dropped. Minho.
Christian took a peak up at you, seeing you look at the vibrating phone, to then muffle a chuckle. "Answer it."
Your eyes instantly darted at Christian. "W-what?"
"Answer it," he pulled you in closer by your thighs, hiding the devilish smile overtaking his face into your drenched core. "It'll be fun."
The phone had to have rung for at least ten seconds by now, and if you had left it any later, it was sure to stop. But Christian had you intrigued into what exactly his game plan and intentions were.
Somewhat fumbling for your phone, you were able to tap the green circle icon to answer the incoming call. "H-hello?"
"Y/N! Hey," Minho's tone was vibrant, making you imagine the current smile on his face. "What's up? You're not busy, are you? You took a while to answer the phone..."
"No, no, I'm not busy," you began to lie. Christian was currently having some mercy on you, opting for slow and soft strokes of his tongue over your clit; you were getting more around, surely, but the sensation wasn't anything you did not have under your control. "I just... got home from the gym."
Minho hummed. "Don't overwork yourself, alright? You already have such a great body."
You blushed. "Oh, thank yoooou–" Christian dipped his tongue lower to probe at your entrance to taste you further, the unexpected movement making your voice hike. You raised your rested head to look down at him, and Christian looked as if he wasn't paying attention to your conversation, focusing more on his tongue and his pleasure.
"Hmm? Y/N, are you alright?" Minho asked.
"Huh? Oh! Yes! I... just thought I saw something on the hallway. I just got scared," you laughed nervously. "I'm getting to my door."
Now you had to create some sort of scenario that would fit your current position, not knowing exactly how the hell you were supposed to do that. You went to the gym and now you're home, and you absolutely do not have a man currently between your legs eating you out like a delicious mid-afternoon treat.
"Did you do anything else today?" Does he really just want to have a casual chat right now? Of all times to do so?
"Um, not much else different from the norm. Went to the studio, did some paperwork..." You looked down at Christian once more and noted that a section of his hair had fallen onto his forehead, taking your free hand's index and middle finger to sweep it away. You did so just in time for Christian to flatted his tongue on your clit before enveloping his lips around it entirely, commencing a delicate sucking motion. A groan almost escaped but you made so that it was only inward, sighing in the end, not forgetting you had Minho on the other end of the line. "Now I'm just… probably gonna—“
“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Minho commented sounding disappointed.
“Oh, right. I’ve just been so busy. I haven’t had time to do anything, really.”
“You sound like you need a break, then. What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Tomorrow night?” you asked, and Christian stopped abruptly. He pulled away from you slightly, making you widen your eyes. “Where are you going?” you mouthed. Christian placed his index finger to his lips, signalling you to keep talking on the phone. “Um, tomorrow night, I don’t think I’m doing anything. I actually—“
Christian’s pushed your legs as far back as he could by the back of your knees, spreading them as far as he could. You were exposed as you could have possibly been, held perfectly still. Christian returned his mouth to your pussy, this time with a stiff tongue sliding it into your entrance, making your core tighten. This time, you couldn’t hold a moan back.
Minho was sat leisurely on the sofa in his studio, being the only one in it. Having his legs parted, he rested his free hand on his thigh, stroking his thumb across the material of his joggers. His head rested on the back of his seat, having his eyes closed as he spoke to you. Hearing your voice brought back the only memory that he had of you; in his lap, you beneath him, his mouth on you… He smiled mischievously.
“I—I might be free,” you were barely able to complete the sentence. “I haven’t been out for so long.” Only because once you got home, Christian was there ready to keep you busy. Not that you were complaining.
“Then come out with me tomorrow night. Let me help you have fun again,” Minho glided his fingers further up his thigh, still not palming his groin over his joggers. “Just like the last time… I told you we could have even more fun.”
You were only able to register some of Minho’s words and not others, the harder Christian fucked you with his tongue, the more your body concentrated on the man in front of you.
“Fun, huh?” you moaned. “There’s a few ways I have fun.” The unoccupied hand came over your clit, rubbing it gently at first, but enough to get you breathing deeper.
Christian looked up to see you looking at yourself playing with your clit, cursing at the sight. “You have fun, alright.” He kissed your lower lips as he waited for you to move your fingers, wanting to suck on your clit. Christian held your wrist to move your hand, and before moving them entirely, he took your fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking every digit clean.
“Fuck, I’m about to lose it,” you spoke freely, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.
“You desperately need that break, don’t you?” Minho licked his lower lip, no longer being able to hold himself back. With the waistband already being loosened, he could snake his hand under it and his boxers, massaging his growing bulge. “I think I need one too.”
Christian used his saliva to further lubricate your clit, enclosing his lips around it promptly. This caused your back to arch off the bed. By how Christian held you, you weren’t able to move your lower body much, and so he was able to suck roughly on your clit despite your increasingly unstable body.
Your hand flew to your mouth, wanting to make as less noise as possible. “Haven’t you been—ah, fuck—going out? Having your fun?”
Minho chuckled. “No, I haven’t been able to entertain myself as much as I did when I was last with you.”
“You’ve been waiting for me?”
“Of course I have.” Minho now held his shaft upright, stroking himself very slowly. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
You caressed the top of Christian’s head, looking at him adoringly. He knew exactly what to do with that tongue and mouth of his to get to closer to the edge. And despite your scepticism of his idea to have Minho on the phone to you during this intimate moment, you couldn’t deny that it did provide an excitement factor to the situation.
“Has it been harder…” you clenched onto Christian’s hair gently, sending him a signal, “than you expected to be away from me?” When he did in fact suck on your clit with more strength, you knew he understood your intentions.
“It’s definitely been hard…” Minho exhaled a moan as his dampened thumb from his pre-cum rubbed the back of his tip. “You can’t even imagine.”
“What if you did see me faster? Then what?” Christian’s sucking motion on your clit picked up in pace and you were not prepared for it, surprised by how your responded so well to it. Your jaw gaped as you were rendered speechless before shutting your eyes closed, gritting your teeth, hissing under your breath, “Holy fuck!”
The lewd sounds created heightened in volume, and although in another circumstance, you would be worried whether the person on the phone would able to hear, you really couldn’t give two fucks who could hear you right now. Your lips parted once more as your breaths became shallower. The grip you had on your phone weakened as your body began to succumb to the impending orgasm.
Christian could feel just through his touch that you were getting close, and he did not let up. “Don’t stop and I’ll make you cum.”
“You know I just want to treat you right. I still need to make you feel good. I want to make you feel so good, Y/N…” Minho’s voice drifted to a heavy sigh, trying to control his breathing as his hand pumped his hard shaft faster. “I want to see you, Y/N.”
“You’re gonna make me cum,” you warned Christian with a strained voice, your mind completely removed from the conversation you were supposed to be having, only concentrating on the pleasure you’re receiving. “I want you to make me cum.”
As if innately, Minho squeezed his fingers tighter around the tip of his already leaking cock, working his fist faster and faster, sensing his orgasm approaching. “I want to make you cum so hard. Is that what you want, Y/N?”
“You want to cum, Y/N?” Christian muffled against you with a cocked eyebrow.
“Oh god, yes! Fuck!” Your head dug deeper into the pillow beneath your head, your arms splaying to your sides as your body moved on its own, letting your orgasm hit you profoundly, hitting every nerve of your body.
Minho’s eyes were screwed shut and his jaw slacked as he felt the sticky white strips of cum shoot from his throbbing cock, coating his fist and wrist, moaning lowly inwardly. His hips bucked into his hand, milking every last drop. “Oh, fuck.”
Christian still attempted to keep you still as he licked your clit through your orgasm, wanting you to come down from it slowly. It was when your body began to sputter less he started placing small kisses on the inside of your thigh. “Good girl.”
It took a moment or two for you to come back to your senses, and by the time you had opened your eyes, Christian was already crawling up your body until he reached your neck, kissing it roughly. A faint call of your name was heard from your left, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. When you turned your head towards the sound, you realised Minho was still on the line.
“Oh shit!” you shrieked and launched for your phone.
However, it was quickly removed from your hand by Christian sweeping it away, bringing it to his ear. “She can’t see you tomorrow. Or the day after. In fact, I wouldn’t bother trying to call her again, she’ll be too busy screaming my name.”
Your eyes went wide in shock, in disbelief Christian had just said those words. You covered your face in embarrassment, but was still able to laugh about it. Christian held your wrists to pull your hands away from your face, revealing to you his cheesy grin.
“Now at least he knows not to call you anymore,” Christian chuckled. He pecked your smiling lips a few times until he kissed you deeply, embracing you by the small of your back. The smiles were gone from both of your faces, both of you becoming consumed in lust once again.
“And if tries to call you again,” he placed his index finger and thumb on your chin to make you look at him, making you see how serious he was being. “You tell me how I can make you cum again so he won’t forget that I’m yours.”
a/n: this has been on my mind for a week, i had to write this.
