Smut drabble inspired by Maya and her many NSFW posts of Jongdae uwu
Before Jongdae even thinks of getting physical with you, he usually takes you out to study together with a cup of coffee at hand. It’s usually him drinking the coffee and you throwing books and papers everywhere as you sit on the hood of his car. You peak at him from the corner of your eye, see that he’s sipping his Americano and using his phone to text Minseok or Chanyeol or anyone else, and you can’t help but yank the phone and throw it in your bag. He whines at you, almost chokes on his coffee.
“What’d you do that for?” he says between coughs, trying to reach into your bag and stops the moment you slap his hand away.
You give him a stern look which he returns back until you give in, sighing out and running your fingers through your hair. You wonder how you even still have hair. “You told me you’d tutor me.”
“I told you I’d tutor you in math, not Anatomy -”
“Biology,” you cut in, anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach. “If you weren’t so hung up with being the social butterfly you are, you would really make this much easier for me. Not everyone has photographic memory.”
“Not everyone is me, you’re right,” he says, taunting you, and you want to slap away that smug look on his face. He then takes a proper look at you and sighs out, starting to put away your papers to which you yell at him not to. “I’ll help you study,” he tells you, a glint in his eye. “But you really need to relax.
You arrive at Jongdae’s dorm and he sits you down at the edge of his bathtub. You’re a pouting mess as he smiles at you cheekily. You cross your arms under your chest and he’s looking down at you.
“So,” he begins, reaches over you to open the faucet of his bathtub. “First thing you need is a bath, darling.”
You let out an embarrassing sigh at the thought of warm water hugging you like a second skin and nod as he moves back to look at you once more. “That actually sounds really nice,” you hum out, rub your neck. “Why did I decide to take these courses in the first place...”
“Because you’re an overachiever,” Jongdae responds, leans in to steal a kiss from you before kneeling in front of you. He’s slowly itching off your clothes from your body and you don’t protest or stop him.
This was your usual routine when you got this anxious - he’d undress you, prepare the bath for you, and then he’d let you sleep over and cuddle with you (usually... sometimes, mostly it led to sex which at the moment, you didn’t mind). Your senses go into override as he removes your bra and leaves you in your skirt, leggings, and last remaining underwear. You stare up at him as his fingers hike themselves at the hem of your skirt and you stand enough so he can pull your skirt down, your hands resting on his shoulders.
He has his eyes strained on undressing you, his hair slightly ticklish against your chest and your skirt is off and soon he removes your leggings, too. You can’t help but look at the crown of his head as he works to remove your underwear. You’re reminded in these moments how gentle he is with you, that sex isn’t everything in your relationship, and you can’t help but properly wrap your arms around his neck, your hands running through his hair and your lips planting themselves over his head.
Your underwear drops to the ground and Jongdae moves his head up to look at you and smiles warmly.
“Bath’s ready.”
You give him a nod, eyes a bit hooded as you makes your way into the tub. He’s about to turn away and walk out of the bathroom when your hand grabs his, and he turns to look at you, curious to see if you needed anything else.
“Bathe with me.”
Jongdae’s back is against the tub, your back against his chest as he washes your hair. You sigh out as his fingers thread through your hair, scratch at your scalp, and then he has the shower head in his hand and he’s washing off your hair delicately. He takes his time with it and then he reaches to the soap.
“I should wash your hair after,” you tell him as you scoot away from him a bit so he can pass the soap over your bare back. He lets out a hum at your statement, moves your hair over your shoulder so it’s resting over your breast, and his hands are soft against the skin of your back. “Then I can wash your body, too.”
Jongdae’s gentle touch moves to your arms, the soap passing through your skin and he burrows his face against your shoulder blade as his right hand holds your own. Your eyes shut close, and then he drops the soap in the tub and lets his hands roam up your arms, to your shoulders, and he’s planting kisses over your shoulder blade. Caresses here and there, and that’s when you realize he’s giving you a massage and you revel in the sensation.
He’s always been good at massages, always hitting the right places and easing the tension there and making you feel most loved in the world. However, as his hands move down your torso to cup your breast, you’re jarred from your thoughts and you let out a soft moan. Not loud, just of confirmation, because it feels so good.
“Hm, that’s nice,” you tell him, move back against his chest again as his hands grope your beasts, enough pressure for it to be pleasing. He takes the moment to look down at you the same time you look back up to him and you sit up a bit so he can plant a kiss on your mouth.
Your lips move slowly against each other’s, one hand reaching down - further, further, further - until he’s giving your clit light presses. The hand still on your breast gropes you there, his fingers tweaking your nipple and tugging on it and you break the kiss and let out a more sensual moan. When you press against him, you aren’t surprised to feel his hard-on against your lower back and you can’t help but smile sheepishly at his body’s reaction.
“Darling,” he tells you. “I don’t know much about anatomy, but your breasts are fucking glorious,” he tells you, and you reach your hand up so you can tug on his hair, your legs parting more and more as his other hand reaches down to your nether lips to accompany the one pressing lightly on your clit.
“Thank you,” you say, breathlessly, tugging on his hair a bit more and loving the way he groans. “But I’m still taking biology,” you remind him quickly, and then moan way too loudly for your own liking.
You bring your index finger up to your lips so you can bite it to suppress your moans and he’s rubbing your clit quicker as he finger fucks you relentlessly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and the hand that was pulling on his hair you move down, behind your back, so you can give his cock a gentle squeeze. He tenses up, plants a kiss on your shoulder.
“If you give me a handjob now I really don’t think I’ll be able to do you later,” he tells you, shudders as your finger teases the tip of cock. He decides to press your clit as response, his fingers hitting that bundle of nerves within your cunt, and you moan out his name.
Your climax hits you quickly, leaves you seeing white for a moment, and before you’re back to your senses he maneuvers you so you’re sitting on his lap, his cock pressed up against your cunt, and you grind up against him. He puts his hands on your hips, stops you, and you whine.
“We aren’t going to continue?” You give him a pout - the pout you know drives him crazy - and simultaneously bite your lower lip.
“Later,” he bemuses. “After I wash you off.”
Jongdae is one to keep his word, and once you’re both bathed and dry, he doesn’t hesitate to pin you against his mattress and kiss every crevice of your body. Fuck it if Baekhyun decides to go sleep in their shared dorm that night, all that matters is that Jongdae wants to get back at you for giving him such a teasing look earlier, aside from you practically jerking him off as you washed off his body.
“No foreplay,” you breathe out, as his lips are nearing your cunt. “Jongdae, oh my god,” you moan, and he has his lips all over your nether ones, and he’s sucking you off and he groans against you, pulls you closer and closer to you.
He’s teasing you, because you teased him, and you feel your eyes well with tears of frustration.The grip he has on your hips will probably leave bruise marks but the moment he groans against you and gives your fold a long and teasing lick makes you forget anything. So what if he’s teasing you? He’s amazing with his tongue and mouth.
The most embarrassing noise you could ever make is the whine that escapes your lips as he moves away from you and instead kisses your inner thigh. “Jongdae, you fucker,” you tell him, and he’s sucking the sensitive skin of your thigh, goal being a hickey.
Despite your spite, your body is shivering and your moans are all indications of how much you’re enjoying his actions, so he keeps going, moves so he can suck on your clit before moving up, his fingers pressing lightly against your clit.
“Do you want to taste yourself?” He asks you, lips kissing your cheek, and his hands running up your hyper-sensitive body. “Darling?”
You nod at his words, loss at words that he stopped touching you exactly when you felt the tight coil of pleasure about to burst, and you don’t hesitate to open your mouth so he can snake in his tongue. He cups the nape of your neck, his free arm bent, forearm against your head on the mattress for support, and he kisses you until you both run out of breath.
You feel his cock press against you, so you try grinding against him desperately. “I need you, please,” you tell him, planting a kiss on the corner of his lips.
“How much?” he asks, his fingers trailing lines of hidden secrets down your arms so he can hold your hands with his, moves them so they are above your head, on the pillow.
“So much so that I’m more frustrated with you than failing my classes.”
“That won’t do,” he chuckles out, rubs his cock against your entrance before easing his way, kissing you lovingly. “Then having sex with you would have been for nothing, right?”
You nod at him, lose yourself in the feeling of Jongdae, in the scent of Jongdae, as he lets his hands move to your legs. He moves one of your legs so it rests over his shoulder, and the other he holds gently, as he thrusts deep and hard against you, makes you lose all inhibitions and sense of time and place.
You’re slightly covering your face with your hands, sweat dripping from your forehead, and from his view, he can see your body flush against his mattress, your hair sprawled over his pillows, your breasts moving at the same time of his thrusts.
“I’m going to,” he tells you, grips your leg a bit too harshly and he grits his teeth the moment your walls clamps around him. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget your name, darling.”
You slightly nod, not understanding much of what he said, but enjoying the way he’s handling you. He lets go of your legs, and you wrap them around his waist as he leans forward, forearms on the mattress for support and he presses his chest against yours, his lips searching for yours in a searing kiss. His thrusts are languid and he rolls his hips, his cock brushing everywhere inside of you, and you moan against his lips. Your find yourself holding onto his hip with your hands gently as he pounds into you, makes your head spin as you begin to lack air.
“Wait, wait,” you tell him, breaking off the kiss and biting your lower lip.
He moves his kisses down to your neck, moves his hands to hold your waist as he finds your breasts again, sucks on both of them greedily and wantonly, and then he stops. Completely still, and you whine out.
You’re about to ask him why he stopped when he tells you, “Get on your hands and knees.”
You only nod as he kisses you again.
Jongdae fucks you good and proper, leaves you breathless as you roll off from over him and lie down on his mattress, next to him. He pulls your body against his, plants a kiss on your forehead and you hum at the sensation of him cuddling against you.
He reaches over and pulls his covers over your naked bodies and begins nuzzling your neck, childishly.
“I really hope you pass that Anatomy test tomorrow.”
“Biology.”
“Same thing.”
