💋contains: xdz x fem!reader, not proofread, munching, fingering, p in v, hitting it raw (stay safe yall) squirting, bits of sensory deprivation, petnames, dirty talking, spitting, sextoy, bite marks and hickeys yadiyadiyada,…
💋notes: week 4 and 5 of uni is killing me but here’s a little XDZ hcs(?) because they are so cool and sexy and i would like permission to bounce on gunil- anyways!! i tried to switch between oral, handjobs and p in v sex for each of the members according to what scenario i think suits them most lmao, enjoy!! (why is it that everytime i write sth it becomes the worst thing ive ever made) (in a good way and bad way)
gunil eats you out in a way thats painfully pleasurable. he takes his time, slow and sensual is what he likes. he got each of his hands grabbing and kneading your thighs while his tongue works its way around your clit, ocassionally darting inside your hole. usually you would be able to put up with his painful speed but you were just so needy today that every move he makes, every lick, every kiss he places on your cunt makes you feel like you’re about to explode. gunil seems to be oblivious about it though, his head still between your thighs, so focused on eating his favorite pussy that he doesn’t seem to notice your morphed expressions, or the cries that echoing in your bedroom. his thumbs circling your inner thighs while he sucks at your clit and before you know it, you were gasping for air with your eyes rolled to the back of your head, squirming in his hold. your juices squirted all over your boyfriend’s face, who pulled back and froze for a few seconds while you continue moaning out strings of whimpers as you get down from your high. “baby…your just squirted all over me…” you hear him said, your eyes still closed shut. “i know, fuck…i’m sorry i couldn’t hold it in i’m just a little sensitive today…” you sighs out, apologizing to him. silence took over the room for a few seconds until you hear rustlings and a dip on the mattress. you open your eyes to see gunil rushing the remaining clothes on his body and hurriedly positioned himself between your legs. “shit, that was so fucking hot. you’re so fucking hot. im gonna fuck you right now okay? and you’re gonna do that again for me, yeah?”
🍒 jungsu:
jungsu’s smirk would not come down when your pussy is sucking his fingers after you told him that you wanted him to play with you like how he does with his keyboard. watching his fingers skillfully grazing the keys with sweats rolling down his forehead on stage made you so needy that as soon as you two enter the car that night, you were all over him, kissing and begging him to fuck you. and who is jungsu to deny his girl’s pleasure. so now you’re in the backseat, back arching and hands grabbing onto his biceps while he thrusts his digits inside you nonstop. “am i making you feel good, hmm? is this what you wanted? i bet you were throbbing in your seat watching me earlier huh?” jungsu said with a smug attitude. he’s usally not that vocal during sex but seeing you melt like putty under his touch was like a shot of dopamine to him. you struggle to answer him, instead you just moans out random words that jungsu couldn’t make out except his name. “fuck, answer me pretty. look at me, look who’s making you feel this good.” his pupils all diluted, cheeks flushed while working his hand between your legs. he looks so dreamy and so lewd at the same time, you can feel yourself climaxing just by looking at him. “feel s’good jungsu…i- hmm m’close…” jungsu chuckles at your answer. “look at me when you cum. you’re only gonna cum for me, yeah? my little horny slut.” he says while rubbing his thumb on your clit, fingers inside meeting that spongy spot. all the sudden, your vision turns white, you feel your belly tighten and your body lighter. you had no idea what was going on until you come back to consciousness again. jungsu’s still between your legs, his face wears an expression that you couldn’t read, his half-buttoned shirt was all wet at his stomach with something. jungsu lowers himself down to grab your neck, sucking onto your sensitive skin for a while until you feel his lips ghosting your ear. “squirted all over me” he say as he tightens his grip around your neck. “guess i’ll have to fuck all that horniness out of you now, huh?”
🍒 seungmin:
seungmin’s been going to the gym more often lately, resulting im his stamina and libido increasing more than ever. his favourite post-workout activity when he’s in that gym rush is to manhandle you into whatever position he wanted and drills himself into your cunt. today was no different, seungmin comes home sweaty and high on energy. he flips you onto your back and crash his lips onto yours, all while shoving his sweatpants down and pushing your sleep dress up. when he pushed into you, you couldn’t help but moan and he took that chance to push his tongue into your mouth, violating it. you run your hand up his chest, wanting to feel him but seungmin took both your wrists and pin it above your head. you mewl at the sudden roughness. “stay still, i’m the one in charge today.” he says then continues to glue his lips onto every parts of your neck, shoulders, chest while still thrusting into you at an animalistic speed. “nghh…what’s gotten into y-you today?” you asks, annoyed that you can’t run your hand through his hair or along his chest like usual. “i want you to cum without touching me.” his serious tone made your cunt hugs his dick a little tighter. both of you sighed at the feeling. “w-why…i love touching you…” you bargained. “fuck, listen to me or don’t even think about cumming, do i have to fuck your mouth shut?” he snaps back, fucking you even hard and faster. your wrist starts to hurt at his tight grip, while you feel your orgasm approaching at his vulgar words. your whimpers get louder when he push your stomach down while thrusting inside, making you both feel the way he’s carving inside you. “m’gonna cum…y-you’re so big min…” your breath starts to become uneven as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot. “come around me princess, then i’ll let you touch me. let me see your cum around my cock.” seungmin’s going crazy at your pussy, like you were the only woman in the world and you two have to make a new population to save the world. chants of profanity leave both of your lips when you squirt all over him and yourself. you felt like you were going to heaven or reached nirvana with the way seungmin’s fucking you right now. “attagirl, all this for me. let daddy fuck you stupid tonight.”
🍒 jiseok:
jiseok loves eating you out. it gets to a point where you’re begging him to stop because you’re so overstimulated. but that little shit just look at you with sparkly eyes and say “just a little more, pretty please?”. and well, you fell in love with those eyes in the first place so here you are, close to your orgasm for the 3rd time. opposite to jiseok who’s happily lapping at your clit, you’re crying from the overwhelming pleasure, fingers gripping his hair. everytime you try to close your leg, he just force them open and hums at your cunt like you’re interrupting his meal (which you are). every lick of his tongue sends shivers down your spine, pulling out lewd sound from your swollen lips. your throat starts to hurt from crying and moaning for the past 30 minutes. it takes no time for your 3rd orgasm to come again with the way he’s devouring your cunt like he’s a hungry man. your grip on his hair tighten, making him moans with his tongue darting at your hole. the vibration takes you to your high and you feel your belly twist before your release. but this time was different. jiseok has been toturing you for so long, your body is sensitive to a level you’ve never experienced before. when you cum, it was like a balloon busting from too much air. you can see fireworks behind your eyelids. all while that was happening, jiseok gets to experience probably the best moment of his life: you squirting all over his face. when you open your eyes to look at him, he looks like he just won the lottery. his eyes closed while he whimpers at the sight of your wet cunt. jiseok licks his lips to taste your juices while placing his head on one of your thighs, eyes looking up at you like an innocent child, like he didn’t make you cum violently just now. “we should do this more often.”
🍒 hyeongjun:
honestly so obsessed with the “play me like one of your instruments” trope. hyeongjun got pretty hands with long skinny rough fingers from playing guitar and he sure does put them into good use in the bedroom. he has you lying on his lap while he’s pumping his fingers in and out your pussy. his tattoed digits disappearing between your folds. his thumb playing with your sensitive bundle. and if he’s feeling generous he would use his mouth to suck at it. today was one of those days. hyeongjun’s hand kneading at your breast while the other one work its way between your thighs. he spits at your cunt before kissing, licking and sucking it all at once. usually, he can get you to cum pretty easily with just his fingers so when his mouth comes in to play, you’re met with tremendous pleasure. it’s the way he’s so quiet and nonchalant about how he’s driving you crazy, it’s how he’s able to turn you into putty under him. “feels good?” he asks, while his mouth still on your pussy, making you whimpers out a bunch of yes’s. you can feel his smirk on your skin as he proceeds to curl his digits inside you, knowing that’s how to rip your orgasm out of you. in addition, the suction on your bundle becomes rougher, his tongue licking at it in between. that’s when you feel yourself cumming, squirting all over his face, on his curly locks. hyeongjun pulls his fingers away from your heat, making you sighs at the empty feeling. “open.” he says, tapping your cheek with his other hand. you obliged and open your mouth, tongues hanging out between your lips. hyeongjun presses his fingers, dripping in your juices, on your tongue. “suck.” you do as you’re told while he watches attentively, his gaze glued on you like you’re the most beautiful thing on earth when your sucking on his fingers. he smiles at the sight. “that’s my good girl.”
🍒 jooyeon:
you know your boyfriend is nuts. that’s how his friends describe him. but they don’t know that he’s even crazier in bed. he’s a freak, the freakiest you’ve ever seen. it’s not like he has some weird kinks or anything. it’s just the way he acts. he teases you until you cry while he chuckles, he makes sure you can’t think of anything else but him. in your head, there’s only jooyeon jooyeon jooyeon. he loves using toys on you too, just to overwhelm you with his love and lust. he can be fucking you like usual and then boom, he’s pushing a vibrator on your clit. without even opening your eyes, you can see that smirk he has on his face right now as he looks at your lewd expressions. you can try begging him to go easy on you as you already came before but he won’t be bothered to listen. “don’t care baby, i’ll do whatever i want to my pretty pussy.” your pussy aren’t even yours anymore. he keeps thrusting into you, groaning out in sycn with your moans at the vibrating feeling. his thrust deep and urgent as he feels his own high approaching. “shit…come for me princess.” he rubs the vibrator at your clit, gaining louder and more desperate moans from you. finally, when you let out a choked strings of whimpers, your hole sucking his cock in tightly, jooyeon drools at the sight of you squirting all over his lower abdomen. his rhythm became faster then sloppier as he cums inside you, the image of you squirting playing over and over in his head. after one last thrust, jooyeon collapses on your body, heavy breathing at your ears while you’re chest to chest. “fuck, i love you so fucking much”
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my first xdz post!! cant get over how good they are ugh so underrated. i tried to write everyone’s the same length of text but idk i kinda sucks LMAO but i hope you like it!!
➨ warnings: shy turned FREAK junhan, junhan with glasses 👅, he tries to teach her guitar but fails..
a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNHAN !! my best friend and i recently saw them on tour and we got hi-bye.. i’ve been gaon biased since forever but seeing junhan irl and making EYE CONTACT actually changed everything.
junhan was your classmate, but you barely knew anything about him. you knew he liked to play the guitar, seeming his fingers were always covered in calluses and bandaids. you also knew he was quiet, way too quiet. every time you were around him, you were always hyper aware of yourself, even your breathing.
when you got paired for your project, you were beyond nervous. this class was frustrating enough to begin with, and now you’ll have to work on an assignment worth more than half your grade with someone you barely knew? you felt like you were being set up.
but you couldn’t complain with the way that junhan was treating you already. he’s not a man of many words, but he definitely showed it through his actions. he figured it was too busy to study in the library, so he very shyly invited you to his place to work on it.
while you were nervous, you also couldn’t help but be a little excited. he’s very cute and sweet, and hopefully this would give you an opportunity to talk to him more and find out what he’s like beyond the exterior he’s always showing at school.
you get to his place around 7:00, you walked alone much to his disapproval. you knock a few times before putting your hand back to grip your backpack strap, your sweaty palms rubbing against the fabric. after a few seconds, junhan opens the door. there’s a small smile on his face that makes your heart race, and he opens the door a little wider and moves out the way. “come in” he says as he gestures for you to walk inside.
you’re surprised by the state of his dorm, in your mind every college boy’s room is dirty and littered with cans of alcohol and other.. illegal substances. maybe a few clothes on a floor that haven’t seen a washing room in a few weeks. but junhan’s place wasn’t like that at all. it wasn’t spotless, but it was clear he did his best to keep it as clean as possible despite the tight schedule he seems to have. you just didn’t know that he cleaned it for you.
he closes the door and walks up to you but still stands a few feet away before speaking up, “so.. do you wanna start? my coffee table is a little messy so we can study in my room. if you’re okay with that.” he says a little too worriedly. you giggle softly at how frantically he’s speaking but you nod, “that’s fine with me.”
he leads you into his room, and you’re immediately greeted with the sight of his guitars on the wall. he has one acoustic and 2 electric all lined up, a few amps and other accessories are on the floor below them. one that you pay attention to is the one at the end, it has a pretty pattern that catches your eye. he closes the door behind you two before sitting on his bed, pointing to the chair in front of him at his desk, “you can sit at my desk.”
you snap out of your trance and quickly thank him before sitting down at the desk, moving a few papers and notebooks out the way so you can put your laptop down. you open it to your shared document, going back to the study material you two were looking over during class.
“so, he wants us to create a slideshow, right?” you ask him. you already knew the answer and had the syllabus memorized at this point, but you needed to try to talk to him as best you could.
he nods as he opens his own laptop and opens the document their professor sent out earlier that day, “a 20 page slideshow and an 500 word essay due by friday, no exceptions.” he says monotonely, seemingly anything but excited for this project.
you nod and look over at the study material again before speaking, “this website he sent us over has everything we need, we just have to read and take notes and then we can go from there.” you reassure, hoping it’ll make him feel a little easier about this.
he nods, looking back at his computer again, “i guess we can start now.”
about 30 minutes pass and not a single word has been uttered between you two besides him asking if you need water and to use the bathroom, and it’s driving you insane. the point of this was to study, yes, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t talk to each other. he intrigued you so much and you couldn’t tell if it was how quiet he was, the way he probably has more guitars than friends, or how stupidly attractive he was.
either way, you needed to get to know him.
you pull away from your computer, stretching your arms a bit and taking a look back around the room, the guitar from earlier catches your eye again. it had an almost pearlescent brown look to it with a nice dark wood grain for the neck. from what you’ve gathered about him he’s had it for a long time, but you can barely tell due to the condition it’s in.
you look over at his bed and see him still typing away, you assume he’s still taking notes. you can’t help but notice how good he looks, he’s not even dressed up nicely either. his black framed glasses are almost slipping off the tip of his nose and he has to readjust them every few seconds, and every time he does you get a good look at his hands. apart from the dry skin on his fingers, he has pretty, dainty tattoos on the outside of his fingers that made you dizzy.
as much as you’d like to, you knew you couldn’t stare forever, so you decide to try your best to talk to him. “you play?” you say, pointing to the guitars on his wall.
he looks up at you and nods, looking a little surprised you were paying attention that well. “oh, guitar? i’ve been playing for a while now.” he says, and you can tell he’s a little more enthusiastic than usual.
you smile and your eyes widen, “really? i’ve always wanted to play but i couldn’t ever get good at it. you must be really talented.”
his face heats up a bit and he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment, shaking his head, “thank you..” he says awkwardly
you nod and smile again, awed by how shy he is. you glanced back at the wall, absentmindedly staring at the guitar again. you see him out the corner of your eye, tapping his fingers along his notepad like he’s contemplating something.
“it’s not hard once you get back the first few weeks.” he says slowly, like he’s testing the waters, “once you get the hang of it, it’s really fun.”
you hum softly, tilting your head back to him, “still, it’s impossible to me.” you say as you laugh softly.
he hesitates, his eyes flickering between you and his laptop for a moment before speaking again, “you know i could teach you if you’d like. only if you want me to, of course.” he offers.
your heart skips a beat, you never would’ve imagined in a million years someone as shy as him would offer to teach you. but who are you to pass something up like that?
“i’d love that.”
before you can say anything else, he clears his throat, “uh you can-“ he gestures to the empty space next to him on the bed, “sit here, it’s easier if you’re.. closer.”
you bite back a smile and set your laptop and notebook on his desk before sitting next to him. he stands up and grabs the guitar from the wall, quickly plugging it into the amp. he sits back down with it in his lamp and makes sure it’s in tune and at a decent volume before looking over at you.
“do you know how to hold it?” he says as he hands it to you, trying to ignore his heart racing from how pretty you look right now, even though you’re just sitting there.
you nod, taking it from his hands and placing it on your lap. your left hand immediately goes to the fretboard and you use your other hand to adjust the body of the guitar against your thigh, “am i holding it right?”
he nods and smiles a bit, surprised at your posture. “it’s perfect.
his gaze lingers for a little longer before looking back down at your hands, “i’ll show you how to play a c chord, it’s very easy.” he says quietly, like he’s nervous all over again. he shifts closer, his hand hovering over yours as it touches the fretboard. he gently moves your fingers into position, making sure your placement is right and comfortable. you’re trying your best to ignore how warm his hands are, but it’s hard when they’re so close to yours.
he pauses for a second, his gaze flicking up to your face and setting on a few stray strands of hair covering your cheek. without thinking, he reaches up and moves them out the way, gently tucking them behind your ear, his fingertips brushing your skin for a second too long.
“sorry..” he murmurs, his voice lower like he’s embarrassed. “just need to see your hand,”
you go still for a second before realizing what he’s telling you to do, and you put your hand back on the fretboard like before.
“all you do is place these 3 fingers.. here, here, and here. hold them down, but not too hard or else they’ll hurt.” he says, moving his hand back into his lap when he sees you got the position right.
“now.. strum.”
you strum the guitar once, and you’re immediately taken aback by the way it sounds. you actually, for once in your life, played a guitar chord correctly; and that was all thanks to him. you smile again and strum a few more times, looking up at him.
“i did it!” you say excitedly.
he smiles back proudly, his eyes meeting yours for a second before looking back at your hands, “you did it perfectly. that’s so good!” he says softly, almost like it means more to him than it does to you.
only when you look up is when you realize how close he really is, his face just a few inches from yours. his thighs press against yours, his arm brushing your side every time he shifts. you can smell him, clean laundry and a trace of cologne that he sprayed on just for you.
there’s another far, much worse problem that he refuses to acknowledge, partially due to the fact that he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and the other fact is that he can’t do anything to fix it. he was getting hard.
he swallows, trying to keep his breathing normal, but it’s useless when your eyes keep flicking down to his lips. you don’t even notice you’re doing it until you see the way his gaze drops to your mouth in return.
“you’re.. a really fast learner. that was good”, he say quietly, his voice lower now.
you smile a bit, “you taught me.”
he doesn’t laugh, just leans in slightly, enough to where you can feel the tension growing between you two. “no,” he says, pausing slightly, “i mean.. you’re making it really heard to focus.”
your stomach flips, “am i?”
he lets out a small breath, nodding. “yeah. it’s.. hard to pay attention when you’re looking at me like that.” his eyes flick down to your lips again before darting away like he’s afraid he’s being too obvious.
your heart pounds, warmth creeping up your neck. “is that.. bad?”
he shakes his head quickly, a shy smile tugging at his mouth. “no. not bad.”
there’s a pause where neither of you moves, the air between you heavy. then, like he’s finally made up his mind, he leans in, slow enough for you to see it coming, slow enough to give you time to stop him if you wanted to. but you didn’t.
he didn’t know if it was the fact that you were so close to him, or if it was the way you smelled, or the way you smiled at him when he praised you, but one thing for sure was he couldn’t hold back anymore.
he leans in carefully, like he’s testing the waters and making sure you want this as much as he does. his lips press softly against yours, and just when you realize you need more, he pulls away before you know it’s even over.
you barely give him time to react when you’re leaning back in and kissing him again, firmer this time.
he lets out a soft noise from his throat, one hand finding your waist while the other cradles the side of your neck. the guitar shifts awkwardly in your lap, and you keep having to adjust it so it’s not digging into him, but neither of you care anymore.
before you can do anything, he leans in and presses a warm kiss to your cheek. slow, lingering, like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel. then his eyes flick down to the guitar still on your lap. his hands move carefully, almost hesitant, as he takes it from you and sets it against his dresser.
the space between you feels different, heavier now. there’s no holding back anymore. his fingers find your waist again, gently pushing you back onto his bed. your head hits the pillows softly and he moves so he’s on top of you, his knee slotting right between your thighs and his hand bracing the mattress on the side of your head.
his glasses slide slightly down his nose, and you can see through the dim light in his room the faintest pink tint on his cheeks, but he doesn’t stop.
you’re still catching your breath when his voice drops to a whisper. “i’ve wanted you for so long.”
your breath catches, and before he can lean down, you murmur, “then why didn’t you tell me?”
he glances at your lips, his voice low. “didn’t think you’d want me too.”
you smile faintly, shaking your head. “ well then you have no idea how wrong you are.”
that’s all it takes. his mouth finds yours again, deeper this time, more certain than before when he knows you want him as badly as he does. his body presses closer, his palm firm against the bed, his other hand sliding to your hip like he’s finally letting himself touch you the way he’s wanted to. your hands curl into the fabric of his shirt as the kiss grows warmer, slower, like neither of you are in any rush to pull away.
“don’t hold back,” he whispers against your skin, his breath warm. his hand under your shirt slides higher, his palm resting just beneath your ribs as his lips linger on your neck.
your fingers grip the fabric of his shirt tighter, pulling him a little closer without even realizing it. his hand slides further under your shirt so his fingertips are brushing up against the bottom of your bra, your back arching at his warm touch.
he doesn’t pull away this time, just kissing you deeply and slowly while his hands explore your torso cause he can’t help himself anymore. his knee slides down, and when he gets closer you can feel his unmistakable hard on through his sweats.
your breath catches, and the realization makes heat rush straight through you. you shift slightly without thinking, and his breath stutters against your mouth.
“careful,” he murmurs, voice lower now, almost strained.
you look up at him through your lashes, unable to hide the small smile tugging at your lips. “does that.. distract you?”
his eyes lock on yours, and for a second he looks like he’s about to answer honestly, but instead he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. “you have no idea.”
he notices, and his lips curve into a faint smile against your neck. “you feel even better than i imagined,” he whispers, his voice a little rougher now.
the pressure of his knee shifts again, pressing up in a way that makes your thighs clench around him. you let out a shaky breath, biting down on your lip so hard you can taste the faint hint of metal, still trying to keep quiet.
but he notices that too. he leans up just enough to meet your eyes, his own darker now, and says softly, “i wanna hear you, please?”
you nod and smile softly at him, watching as he leans down to kiss the underside of your jaw as both his hands start to pull your shirt up slightly. your arms lift instinctively, and he pulls away for a second to take your shirt off completely.
he almost moans at the sight, he would’ve never imagined that he’d have you under him like this, completely under his control. but it feels better than he would’ve ever thought it to be.
“so so pretty..” he whispers, leaning down to kiss a line from your neck down to your belly button. his hand caresses your bra, squeezing gently, making you moan a little louder than you expected to. he smirks to himself and continues kissing you, reaching behind your back to free you from the restraints of the fabric.
he kisses down your chest slowly, tugging your bra aside until you’re fully bare beneath him. the look on his face makes your skin burn, it feels like he’s trying memorizing every inch of you, like he can’t believe he’s allowed to see you like this (he can’t). his mouth wraps around your nipple, gentle at first while his other hand squeezes your entire boob, the wetness of his tongue makes you grip the sheet harder.
your hand tangles into his fluffy hair, grabbing it gently but hard enough to make him groan. he breathes against your skin, grinding further into you. you can’t believe you have him like this, the boy that was too shy to look in your direction during class was moaning your name in your ear?!
his other hand slides down, brushing along your side until it reaches the waistband of your jeans. he hesitates for a second, lifting his head to glance up at you. “can i?” he asks, voice breathy.
you nod, letting out a breath as your hand is still gripping onto his hair, “please.”
that’s all it takes for him to start unbuttoning your jeans, pulling them down to leave you in your lacy set that you may or may not have worn on purpose.
his eyes flicker from your eyes to the fabric as he finishes pulling your jeans off, his large hands moving your tights apart.
you notice he looks nervous all over again, so you take his hand and lead it down your body and placing it over your heat, silently letting him know that you want this as bad as he does.
“fuck,” he whispers, “you’re so warm..” he says, his fingers pressing down gently.
you whine softly, rolling your hips against his hand without meaning to. you’ve never been this desperate, it’s like your body is begging for him. his eyes darken watching you move, his breathing becoming more heavier now.
he moves your panties to the side, his fingertips trailing up and down your slit before easing two inside. you gasp at the initial stretch, his eyes locking back on to yours to make sure that he’s not hurting you. you barely nod your head before he slips his fingers back out and move them back into you.
“junhan-“ you gasp, your thighs clenching around his hand so tightly it felt like it could break. he smirks, adding a thumb to your clit and circling softly. the combination of both is something you’ve never felt before, you could barely get off to your fingers, but feeling his was something completely incomparable.
just when you feel like you’re about to come undone, he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his lips, licking your slick clean off his fingers. you let out a whine at the loss of stretch, but you feel something in you change when you see him sucking on his fingers so desperately.
“i can’t wait anymore.” he admits, his voice rough.
your stomach flips and nerves kick in that you didn’t have before, but you couldn’t wait any longer. “i’ve been waiting for you to say that..”
his hands fumble at the hem of his shirt before tugging it over his head, his glasses slipping off and falling onto the bed in the process. you can’t help but stare at his torso, he’s so lean and pretty, and you start to hate his clothes for the way they kept this hidden from you for so long.
he stands off the bed to take his sweats off, not forgetting to stumble when he’s pulling them off his feet. you giggle softly, but stop when you see his dick print through his boxers. he’s huge.
he notices the way you look at him, his face turning red. “d-don’t look at me like that.” he mutters as he finishes taking his boxers off, your eyes immediately going to his cock before you can stop yourself. it was just as pretty as you imagined it to be.
he swallows hard, climbing back into the bed and pressing himself against you. he groans, burying his face into your neck as his hands grip onto your hips.
“wait- fuck i need..” he trails off, pulling back to reach over you and to his beside table. he opens it, grabbing a small unopened box of condoms. he fumbles with the box for a bit before opening it, pulling a small foil out before throwing it back into his drawer and closing it.
he rips the plastic before slipping it onto himself, letting out a small moan from the way he’s gripping himself. “sorry.. i didn’t wanna..” he trails off again, embarrassed.
you call out his name, smiling softly, “it’s okay, i’m glad you did.” you reassure.
you lift your hips and he helps you finish taking off your panties, almost moaning at the sight of how wet your pussy is. his eyes soften softly, but not for too long when he looks back down and realizes what’s about to happen.
he rubs his tip against your clit, moaning softly at the feeling, he still can’t believe he has you like this. “f-fuck you’re so wet, is this normal?”
you let out a breathy laugh, your hips grinding softly against him, “i jus… like you a lot.” you murmur, your pulse picking up at the sound of his voice.
“you ready?” he asks, searching for the answer in your face before you even say anything.
you nod, tugging him closer, your lips brushing against his cheek and leaving a small kiss. “i want you so badly, please?”
you begging is all it takes, he lines himself up with you before pushing himself past your entrance and letting himself sink into you. your whine catches in your throat and your nails dig into his shoulders. he groans, his eyes squeezing shut as his head falls onto your shoulder as a way to ground himself from being overwhelmed.
“you’re so tight.. feels so good.” he cuts himself off with another moan, his fingers still gripping onto your hips.
he waits a few seconds for you to adjust to size, seeing your small nod before starting to move. the way he moves into your makes your jaw drop, a silent moan falling from your lips as you hold onto his shoulders.
immediately, his hips start moving against yours, each thrust earning a low groan from him and making your head spin. the sound of skin on skin fills the room, hot and desperate. when you look up, junhan is completely lost in the moment, lips parted and flushed, eyes half-lidded, as he buries himself deep into you again and again.
he groans low and desperate, thrusting faster than before, voice breaking. “fuck.. you’re so perfect, god, so tight.. feels so good.” he pants, lips brushing your ear, teeth grazing your shoulder.
you gasp, nails raking down his back. you take one hand off him to grip the bedsheets when you feet something hard, it was his glasses that fell off. an idea hits you and grab them, slipping them onto your face. they’re too big, completely crooked on your face and sitting way too low on your nose bridge, but the way he looks at you when he realizes you’re wearing them makes you clench harder around him.
“oh my god” he groans, thrusts faltering for a second, “you’re so perfect.”
he starts thrusting faster than before and you let out a loud moan, your hand going back to dig your nails into his back like before, “i’m so close”
he groans into your neck, his teeth grazing against your collarbone. “me too.. fuck, i can’t hold it” he pants, hips snapping harder against you in a desperate motion.
hearing him just as needy as you pushes you over the edge, your lip trembles and your lashes flutter when your orgasm washes over you, ripping a yell of his name from your throat.
then it hits him, and he swears he’s never seen or heard anything prettier. he whimpers into your ear, hips stuttering as he cums into the condom, silently wishing it wasn’t there in the first place, and hoping it isn’t there next time. his body trembles against yours and you’re chest to chest, his hands still gripping onto your hips like a vice.
he shudders again, tiny moans escaping as he rocks into you slowly, coming down from the intensity while still buried inside you. he sighs softly, forehead brushing against your soft skin and lips pressing soft, lingering kisses along your jaw and collarbone, finally allowing himself to relax in your touch.
he lays against you for a bit, trying to catch his breath and revel in the ecstasy of it all. his fingers trace your arm, absentmindedly drawing patterns when he realizes he’s still inside you.
“oh shit.” he says, sitting up and slowly pulling out of you with a quiet whimper. he ties the condom off and throws it away in his trashcan, then heads into his bathroom without a word.
he comes back with a wet towel, slowly climbing back onto the bed with you and gesturing for you to open your legs again. he gently brushes the towel against you, earning a wince from the way the towel brushes against your swollen clit.
“i know, i’m sorry i’m almost done,” he whispers, trying to finish as fast as possible so you’re not uncomfortable anymore. he finishes and throws the towel in his laundry basket before laying back next to you and throwing a blanket over the two of you.
his arms wrap around you protectively and his chest keeps you warm and safe. your hair is slightly damp and you’re both a little sweaty, his glasses are completely off your face somehow and on the other side of the bed, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of his heart beating against yours.
you let out a shaky laugh when you look around his room and see your laptop and notebook still on his desk, completely turned off due to inactivity. “we’re definitely getting an F.” you murmur, voice muffled against his shoulder.
he smiles and laughs back, holding you a little tighter than before. his lips buried into your hair as he speaks,
random smut scenarios with xdiz involving their hands aka how they like using their hands to please you :p
cw: bullet point style, fingering, finger sucking, hand kink in general, foreplay, mention of pinv, mention of oral sex, not proofread
nsfw under the cut !!
gunil
- gunils hands are sooo underappreciated
- tough, calloused palms from years of working out and playing the drums 🤤
- you love it when he uses them to show how strong he is !
- gripping your jaw to make you look him in the eye as he fucks you into the mattress slowly <3
- tries to be gentle but can’t help leaving marks sometimes
jungsu
- hhhngggggg jgnsuuuu
- his hands are so soft so gentle
- they’re large too and he can hold both of your wrists in one grip
- which comes in handy when he’s holding your arms up above your head as he pounds you !!
- his hands always leave large, reddish prints all over your ass and hips <3
gaon
- small pretty hands
- but also. veins
- likes it when you trace your fingers along the prominent veins on his hands
- underappreciated with his fingers
- spreads your pussy open when he’s eating you out
- loves to smack your wet cunt and hear the nasty noises it makes !
ode
- alright.
- #1 hand kink offender of the group
- he’s so obvious about it it’s funny
- always lends you a hand, or rather, his fingers
- lets u suck on them while he works at a desk!! your cute little head laid in his lap while he types away with his left hand and shoves two fingers down your throat with his right until you’re gagging <3
junhan
- guitarist fingers. yeah
- junhan knows exactly what he’s doing whenever he gets his hands covered in juice or sauce or something and he licks it off. really slowly. with eye contact.
- his fingers are pure art
- you make sure to tell him that when he gropes every inch of you when you’re both hot and bothered
- whenever he’s done fingering you he always makes sure to clean up by licking his fingers clean ! he’s a neat boy and you make sure he knows by showering him in praises
jooyeon
- gorgeous perfect hands !!
- one time he wasn’t feeling like sex
- so you proposed an unconventional alternative
- you grind your bare cunt up and down his laid out hand, feeling every muscle and vein
- you let out little sighs, peaking joo’s interest and causing him to press his hand up against you, the friction making you gasp a bit
- jooyeon didn’t expect it to feel so…erotic
- begs to finger you afterwards literally anything he just wants you to make those noises for him again
author’s note: i love hands. i love xdiz. hope you enjoyed my coke rant
can you do how the xdiz members would react if you did the current boyfriend trend on them?
Xdinary Heroes headcannons !
Xdinary Heroes x Reader
The 'current boyfriend' trend
Including: Goo Gunil. Kim Jungsu. Kwak Jiseok. Oh Seungmin. Han Hyeungjun. Lee Jooyeon.
Cw: he doesn't know that it's a trend. Fluff!! Jealousy?
Wc: 2.5k
(F/n) friend's name
"Oh hey F/n," you placed your phone to your ear. Making sure the back of your phone was facing him so he couldn't see the screen of your phone and call you out for lying.
You were pretending to be on the phone with a friend of yours. He didn't have much of a reaction, it seemed as if he was busy doomscrolling on his own phone. Eyes blinking every ten seconds or so.
You were extremely bored, and melting. It was summer, and insanely hot. Boredom mixed with sweat made you oh so uncomfortable. You had to take your mind off of this sticky, gross feeling that accompanied the summer's heat.
"Yeah sure." You were scrolling on TikTok for the past.. forever. Probably up to twenty hours of screen time led you to the prank you were trying to play on him right now. After seeing a video of this 'current boyfriend' prank, you decided to try it out for fun.
"Oh, no. I'm not doing much." You side eyed him every few seconds. He seemed to register that you were on a call with F/n (you weren't). You wondered if he was going to register the next words.
"Yeah, I'm just chilling around with my current boyfriend."
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Gunil:
His head immediately snapped towards you. You tried your best to stifle in your laughter, attempting to shake it off as something casual. Like it was just a regular Sunday.
The entire time you were on this 'phone call' his body instinctively moved to land in front of you. You looked at him confused. "Hold on, I'll call you back." Clicking on your screen, pretending to hang up. You raised an eyebrow at him, who was practically kneeling at your feet.
"Hey..." he started. A hint of worry trailed at the back of his voice. You giggled at his antics. "Hi?" Feigning innocence. The way he was looking at you was adorable. Eyes wide and pout beginning to form almost instinctively.
"So.." he trailed off again. ".. Who was that?"
You almost burst out laughing.He was simply, adorable.
"F/n." You simply stated their name, refusing to add anything more. Placing both of his hands on your knees. He rubs up and down in a soothing manner. He was worried that he had done something wrong.
"Uhhh... current boyfriend?" He still had a dopey smile on his face. Though it was faltering. He was looking up at you in almost reassurance. 'Are we okay?' Was what he was trying to communicate to you.
"Yeah..?" You moved your own hand to the top of his head. Smoothing his hair back. The both of you stayed silent for a while.
This wasn't what you thought his reaction would be like, but you didn't expect much less from him.
"Is.. everything okay?" Above all, Gunil values communication. The second he senses something wrong in the air. He's quick to move and find the problem. What's funny was that there was no problem. This was just a prank that his silly partner wanted to do for fun.
"Everything's okay. What's wrong?" You asked. Hand still playing with his hair. Not to mention, he was still on his knees. He looked at you in confusion.
"You called me your current boyfriend.." he looked off to the side, silently cursing that title under his breath, before returning his gaze to you. "Is there anything you'd like to talk about?"
This was when you couldn't control yourself. You simply felt too bad. To be exploiting his sweet nature like this, oh, how could you! A small giggle escaped your throat.
You instantly cut yourself off when you saw how serious he looked. Eyebrows furrowed and lips slowly starting to lift up. Though, it was just a visceral reaction to seeing your smile.
"I'm so sorry, baby, it was meant to be a prank." You held his face on each side of your palms. Leaning forward and bumping your forehead with his. A sign as to not take it to heart.
He groaned in frustration. Before immediately sighing in relief. "You scared me really bad." He clutched his chest where his heart was. "I literally would've gotten a heart attack." He flopped himself down to the floor. Gripping your hand on his head and bringing you down with him.
You started your laughter once again. Landing yourself on his chest. Engulfing you between his arms. The both of you smiling together on the floor.
"I am your current boyfriend." He rubs your shoulder up and down.
"And your next, and your last."
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Jungsu:
"What!?" His neck snapped to face you so fast that you could practically hear his joint pop. "What!?" He repeated once again. Eyebrows raised so high it might as well reach his hairline. He was smiling, but, there was nothing funny about this situation...
He rushes to your side. Nearly smacking his knee on the corner of the coffee table. "What!?" He yells once again. You try to shove your hand between the both of you. As to signal that you were busy on the phone right now.
"Oh, nononononono." He waves your hand away. Wagging his finger in front of you. "Hang up, right neow." He shoves his face to your shoulder. Forcing you to set your phone down. You laugh at the feeling of his hair tickling your bare collarbone.
"Current," he emphasises the word with another push of his head. "Boyfriend!???" He practically yells.
"Current boyfriend!??" He had a toothy smile on his face. Don't be fooled though, he was so crashing out. His head was basically twitching to the side. He scrambled up on his feet in a split second.
"So I'm your current boyfriend, huh??" He circles back and forth to where he was standing. "Your boyfriend, but not forever??" He says. Cocking his head to the side. Sarcasm rising in his voice.
He launches himself on top of you.
"What do you mean current boyfriend??" He wraps his arms around your waist. Causing you to squirm at the way his fingers grazed your side.
"It's just a prank!" You said between laughs, you didn't even register when his tickling started. You fell on your back. He placed his head on your stomach.
"No!" He laughed along with you. "I'll let you go if you take it back!" He continues his tickles on your side.
"Okay okay! I take it back." You squealed, moving his hands. Grabbing his face and leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips.
"Exactly." He moved up, now resting his chin on your chest in content. "I'm your what?" He brought a hand up to cup his ear.
"You're my boyfriend." You giggled. "My beautiful, sweet, boyfriend."
"That's right." He nodded in approval. "Current boyfriend my ass." He rolled his eyes.
"Well, technically, since you're currently my boyfriend, that does make you my current boyfriend --"
"Shhhhh!!"
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Gaon:
This sly motherfucker knows it's a prank the second those words escape your mouth. Because he does stupid shit like this to you too. By god, he loves messing with you.
He paused, short-circuiting for a minute. Wanting to play along with you. Game recognises game. If you wanted to play like that, then fine.
Actually, the more he thinks about it. It would really suck if he was just a current boyfriend. he shakes his mind off of it. If he thinks about it, he gets way too sad.
It bothers him, super bothered.
"Yep!" He yells out, believing that you were still on an actual phone call. Not even looking away from his own. Unsure how else to respond. "Current boyfriend." He sneered.
"Boyfriend, but only for now!"
You throw a pillow at his chest. Whispering to him to be quiet because you're on the phone. He practically whines at that.
"Fine," He throws himself down on the couch. "I guess F/n doesn't want to talk to Y/n's current boyfriend then." He whips his head away from you, folding his arms across his chest like a toddler.
You chuckled a bit. Before returning to your call. Finding amusement in how he was reacting.
He scoffs. A very, very loud scoff. Flopping back onto the couch.
"I guess Y/n doesn't want to comfort their current boyfriend then."
And when that didn't work, he gasps. Clutching his chest and falling back down on the couch. He grumbles to himself the entire time you're 'on the phone.'
"Current boyfriend. Currentcurrentcurrent curr--" He mutters to himself as if he was placing a curse on you.
You toss your phone to the side.
"Are you like, crashing out." You look at him blankly.
"No!" He shakes his head, trying to appear normal about the situation. "Your current boyfriend does not crash out." He rolls his eyes. "Maybe your next boyfriend will." He mumbles.
You ruffle his hair, finding his reaction extremely funny. You place a kiss on his cheek. He smiles. Lighting up immediately.
"Such a sweet kiss." He nods. "A sweet kiss from my sweetest current partner."
You ruffle his hair again, aggressively.
"Okay." You raise your hands up. "I apologise. You're my boyfriend." You smile wide once again.
"That's more like it." He relaxes his shoulders. Leaning into your hold.
"Your current boyfriend forgives you. But he will keep an eye on you."
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O.de:
ARMY CRAWLS his ass from his side of the couch to yours.
"Hey." He whispers. Trying to get your attention. You only give him a quick look from the side of your eye.
"Hey." He whispers once again. Poking your thigh. You look down at him. He was like a worm. On his stomach and looking up at you through his eyelashes. His upper half only being supported by his elbows.
You only place a hand on his head, patting up and down before continuing your conversation. He might as well be growling by now.
"Heyyy." He whispers loudly. Poking on your thigh a bunch more. When he realised that you weren't going to seperate from that phone any time soon. He moves his arms straight to his side. Squishing his cheek onto the cushion, pouting his lower lip out as his stares off into nothing.
You wanted to laugh so badly.
You instead sighed softly, placing your phone elsewhere. His head looks up at you immediately. You stared back at him, smiling sweetly, too sweetly. In faux innocence. "Yes?"
"What was that?" He was still whispering. Moving up to rest his cheek on your thigh this time. His question not from malice, or offence. But straight up confusion. Nothing else behind those eyes, just confusion.
"What was what?" You dropped your voice to a whisper as well.
He blinked. "Current boyfriend." He states plainly.
You shifted. Worried that he was genuinely bothered by your antics and that you may have taken it too far.
He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Staying quiet. You could practically hear the gears in his brain whir.
"You don't mean that."
You bit your lip, trying to contain a laugh. Only he could see right through you.
"A-ha!" He booted up, pointing at you with his index finger. "You don't mean that!"
"Mean what??" You placed a hand in front of your mouth. Hiding your laughter.
"That I'm your current boyfriend!" He smiles proudly. "I'm your boyfriend. Not your current boyfriend. Because I'm your boyfriend right now, and forever." He smiles unabashedly. Both hands on his hips as if he had made an amazing discovery.
"So you're just going to stay as my boyfriend then? Nothing more?" You teased, a sly grin forming on your face.
He blinked.
"Well, that's what you think."
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Junhan:
He looks at you.
And stares.
He waits for you to finish your conversation. Listening intently to what you have to say to insinuate that you were joking. Only to be met with you moving the topic as to when you and F/n were going to meet yet again.
You frown, before ultimately concluding your call when you noticed his lack of reaction. You set your phone on your lap. Opening TikTok yet again as you were about to accept your loss.
Before he slides right next to you. Placing an arm behind you on the couch.
"Current boyfriend?" He asks -- states-- as he stares at you intently. You nodded under his gaze. "What's up?" You asked, trying your best to sound innocent and none the wiser.
"Nothing.. just.." he shrugs. Trying to come off as unbothered. "What did you mean by current boyfriend?" He was not unbothered. He was extremely bothered.
As bothered as he could be.
How dare you assume that your relationship with him was just something that would happen in passing? Tch, ridiculous.
He didn't have to think for too long before concluding that he absolutely hated that title. 'Current' boyfriend. Ugh.
He grimaces at the possibility that you might find someone else, that he was just yours for now. And that you might spend your life with some other random.
"I'm your boyfriend." He states. Pausing once again, he was thinking too much. Very deeply. He didn't like that statement in the slightest.
"And I'll be your husband sometime soon." He mutters. Adverting his eyes to the long forgotten TV screen. The corner of his lips
You stare at him with wide eyes. Heart beating a mile a minute.
"What do you mean??"
He glances at you through the side of his eyes. "Oh nothing." A very, quaint smirk on his face.
"Just making sure I don't stay as a current boyfriend."
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Jooyeon:
He takes this as a challenge. A teasing challenge.
He rushes to your side, leaning down to whisper into the phone. "Because we're getting married." He smiles all wide.
You smack him on his head trying to stifle your smile of disbelief. A laugh resulting out of his throat at the action. "What?" He asks as if that statement didn't mean anything.
"We aren't getting married, what do you mean??" You asked frantically. Trying to calm your beating chest.
"I mean, you were the one that said current boyfriend." He whines. As if he were a child that was trying to defend himself from his mother's scoldings. "it's your fault." He pouted.
"Well.." you trailed off. Truthfully, if it wasn't a prank. What would be the context behind that sentence?
"Exactly." He says matter of factly. "There's no way we'll be breaking up."
Pang! A nice, clean hit to your heart.
"You aren't getting another boyfriend any time soon." He ponders, a hand on his chin like he was debating a philosophical question. Another hit to your heart. You could feel it beating up faster. Your face heating up.
"Sooo...." he trails off. Still pretending to think deeply.
In a split second, he raises himself, planting your sitting form between his legs. He was practically straddling you, knees on each side of your thighs. His hands on your shoulders.
"No other explanation than to marry you!" He exclaims excitedly.
You blinked rapidly, looking side to side in an attempt to hide your nervous and trembling face.
"Make me be your husband rather than a current boyfriend." He was giggling. Right at your face. Gaining pride at the way you turned into mush just by his words.
pairing: xdinary heroes x reader || maknae line x reader
genre: slice of life » 1.5k words
✎… drabbles with various romance tropes, banter, slow burn
a.note ! apologies for the delay huhu | soccer player!jooyeon’s debut on joocomics hurray!!!
( hyung line ver. )
OH SEUNGMIN • CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS
🎧 now playing... electric love - børns
Last Saturday of July. Or, as it is written in your calendar - the annual neighborhood block party and the traditional game of tag.
You sprint as fast as you can, your sneakers skidding on the grass; behind you, the chaotic shouts of the people you had grown up with since first grade echo through the dark, a mix of excitement and determination.
Needing a quick hiding spot, you finally decide to duck behind the thick overgrown hydrangea bushes. You plunge into the dark shadows only to collide directly with a solid wall of chest and heat. First, you gasp. Then, a warm, calloused hand clamps gently over your mouth.
“Shh,” the familiar voice whispers right against your ear. “You're going to give us away.”
You relax and pull Seungmin's hand away from your face. “You scared the shit out of me, dummy.” You hiss under your breath.
For so many years now... you’ve been hiding together during neighborhood games, sharing sleeping bags at camp and scraping your knees on the same hot asphalt.
But tonight, something feels different. His touch carries a sharp, strong pull that brings a foreign sort of friction.
The hydrangeas force you inches apart; the space is barely enough for one person. You lean back against the fence, but your foot catches on a root. Instinctively, Seungmin grabs you securely by the waist, steadying you. And he doesn't let go.
Up close, you see how much his jawline has sharpened, it's no longer soft and boyish; the well fitted white tee shows how much his shoulders have broadened over the last two years as his chest rises and falls against yours. It's not just from running - the game just started.
He murmurs your name, his voice making your skin tingle like never before.
“Yeah?” you whisper, your heart suddenly hammering so loud you're terrified he can hear it through your ribs, or... feel it, through his hand pressed against your waist.
“Your...” his eyes drop to your mouth before drtifting back to your eyes. He swallows and then: “I think my bracelet got tangled in the ribbon on your collar.”
He doesn’t move; his hand remains suspended right at the dip of your collarbone, his knuckles hovering just milimeters from your bare skin. Like that, the familiar, comfortable warmth that defines your friendship turns into live electricity. A dizzying wave of whiplash hits you the moment his gaze lowers to your lips one more time, dark and intense.
Is this right... wanting your best friend to lean down, and erase those last few inches and kiss you?
“Found you!” A blinding beam of a flashlight cuts through the leaves, shattering the silence between you and Seungmin. The spell breaks as a triumphant shout erupts from outside the bushes. “You're out! Both of you! Come out, come out.”
HAN HYEONGJUN • THE DARE
🎧 now playing... eyes off you - prettymuch
“Are you insane?” Hyeongjun whispers, his face burning red. “Absolutely not, I'm not doing that. I'll look like a creep.”
“Come on, man,” Jiseok chimes in, “let us help you for once.”
“Just say the words, coward,” Jooyeon tosses a peanut at Hyeongjun's shoulder. “Tell her she's the hottest girl you've ever seen. Easiest fifty bucks you'll ever make.”
“Maybe don't...” Gunil tries to speak up, but Seungmin suddenly starts chanting, lifting his beer bottle in the air:
“This is the summer of Han Hyeongjun, everyone!”
Hyeongjun stands up on shaky legs. He wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans, already regretting every life choice that had led him to this moment. Fifty bucks cash! Jooyeon calls out behind him. You have to say the words!
As he walks across the lawn, the space between his friends and the oak tree feels miles long. He stops just at the edge of the picnic blanket where you and your friend are sat.
You, the prettiest girl he has ever seen, in the prettiest green dress he has ever seen, stop talking mid-sentence to look up, eyes narrowing slightly as you take in his tall, panicked frame.
“Hi,” he breathes, then clears his throat quickly, forcing himself to look down at you. “I'm... I'm really sorry to interrupt your evening, but I just... I had to come over here and tell you that...”
The words come out heavy, entirely ridiculous hanging in the cool evening air. Hyeongjun just wants to sprint back to his apartment and lock the door for a week.
Fuck those fifty bucks.
“I draw sometimes too,” he blurts out.
You blink, your defensive expression shifting into confusion. You glance down at the open sketchbook in your lap where a half-finished sketch of the park's fountain sits.
“What?” you ask quietly, watching him just hover there, his shoulders hitching up to his ears.
“Your... your sketchbook. I just noticed that you're drawing, and not reading, or... scrolling on your phone like everyone else. I'm sorry, that was incredibly awkward. I'll just... go.”
He can see the collective disappointment on his friends' faces once he turns around, but he doesn't care anymore. He’s relieved that he at least chose a normal, human sentence.
And then, just as he's about to take his second step, he hears your melodic voice, the tilt making his heart race faster.
“Wait!”
Not wasting a second, he turns, noticing your friend lean back with an intrigued smile. You shift on the plaid blanket, the sketchbook tilting onto your bare legs as your hair catches the last rays of golden hour light.
“Did you just use that as a pick up line because your friends dared you to get my number, or do you really draw?” you ask, observing his coy face with a newfound curiosity.
“A bit of both,” he answers, letting out a self-depricating laugh. “I'm Hyeongjun.” Though his neck feels hot like he has a fever, his posture visibly relaxes a bit.
“Nice to meet you, Hyeongjun.” You beam with the prettiest smile Han Hyeongjun has ever seen.
LEE JOOYEON • FISH OUT OF WATER
🎧 now playing... nothing really matters - madonna
You press your forehead against the cool glass of the charter bus window, watching the highway blur past. Two rows ahead of you, the starting defensive line is currently screaming at a nintendo switch screen, while across the aisle, the backup goalkeeper is meticulously wrapping his lucky athletic tape around his left shin for the third time this hour, whispering what sounds like a prayer to the gods.
Jesus, you hate soccer.
Footsteps echo down the aisle, cutting through the bass of a Kendrick Lamar track blasting from someone's portable speaker. You look up as Jooyeon slides into the empty seat beside you, a massive grin stretching across his face; he’s dressed in his usual varsity track jacket.
“Comfortable?” he asks, handing you a coffee, then slinging an arm over the top of the headrest.
You slowly close the laptop, giving him a flat, unamused look. “I have never felt more out of my depth in my entire life. Your teammate over there is literally kissing his… shin pads.”
“Hey, don't knock the rituals.” Jooyeon laughs, nudging your shoulder with his. “You look like you're about to write a psychological horror piece instead of a sports article.”
“I really don't know how me getting dragged to this is going to be useful,” you say, gesturing vaguely to the chaotic bus around you. You take a sip, then continue: “People want to know why you crashed a golf cart into the university fountain, Jooyeon, not which Mario Kart character your teammates identify with.”
“But they already know about all of that. That's why I'm in the doghouse,” he points out, a ring of annoyance briefly tilting his voice. “If you just write a boring apology piece, nobody's going to buy it. Nobody’s going to forgive me. But if you show what happens here... how much pressure is not only on me, but all these guys, how hard we work and how we actually function when we aren't being idiots at frat parties... that's a real story.”
Your eyes narrow as you study the relaxed, confident tilt of his head a little more. “You know, I'm aware why you're doing this. You don't care about journalism, and you certainly don't care about the university’s newspaper. You just want me to write a stunning piece so you can get back on the field. And to make the campus girls forget you are a menace.”
Jooyeon's grin falters just for a second, a sudden serious flash crossing his eyes before he masks it. “Is that what you really think of me?”
“I've spent three years watching soccer players on this campus," you stand your ground despite the slight flutter in your chest; all because of the way he holds his gaze on you - like there’s absolutely nothing more important or interesting that could steal his attention right now. “Give me one good reason to think you're any different.”
Jooyeon continues looking at you for a long moment, the rowdy noise of the bus fading into the background between you. Then, a soft, breathy laugh escapes him as he shakes his head, reaching into his duffel bag. “Fair enough,” he murmurs, giving an ending to this conversation. He pulls out a slightly crushed paper bag, holding it out to you. “Blueberry muffin. To prove my dedication to the cause, you know.”
You stare down at the little bag, then up at his ridiculously charming face - at his glinting eyes which you see almost every day now. You let out a defeated sigh and accept the sweet treat, realising with a jolt just how easily he has woven himself into your life.
summary: xdinary heroes reacting to you accidentally texting them instead of your friend after a date (that was a mouthful phrase)
warnings: IT GETS LOWKEY SUGGESTIVE (gunil, flirty gaon, ode, junhan being a bit bold and hand lover reader) !! bestie does get called girl, and reader gets called girl one time (by gunil while trying to pass as your bestie JCHSKWK)
did this purely for Rae and Rae only lowkey (and because I am tired as fuck but wanted a small pick-me-up)
Can I request a reaction pov with each of the Xdinary heroes where them as ur fwb or smth and u guys got into a big fight bc u saw him with another girl and u guys have been distant since then but a few days later one of ur friend suggested that u to go on a date with a guy that they knew and u agreed without thinking much but Xdinary heroes found out that from one of their friends and later when u went home they were already there,jealousyy and possessive vibe
Ი𐑼: i absolutely loved this idea, and I would like to apologize because it's going be kinda long. hope it's the way you imagined!
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🃜🂭 — How each member of Xdinary Heroes would react to you after they found out you went on a date with another guy because of a misunderstanding.
nsfw (kinda explicit) | 18+ | jealousy | heavy makeout | slightly against - comfort
— Alexa, play Misunderstood by Bon Jovi
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𐀔 Goo Gunil
Gunil had been patient about your situationship — too patient.
He liked the slow burn, the way you always drifted toward him during practices, how you always ended up sitting next to him without thinking.
But when he heard from Jungsu that you were out on a date?
He shut his laptop.
Hard.
He paced around the dorm the entire time you were gone, folding and unfolding his arms, sighing deeply, checking the door every five minutes like he was waiting for his soul to re-enter his body.
When you finally stepped inside, Gunil was already standing there.
"Y/n… did you really go on a date?"
You froze. "Uh— yeah? Is that a problem?"
He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, stepping closer.
"That guy. Did you like him?"
You blinked, surprised by the edge in his voice.
"Why does it matter?"
Gunil exhaled shakily.
"Because I thought we had something. And I really don’t want to pretend I’m okay with losing you to some random guy you barely know."
Jealousy, possessiveness — but wrapped in sincerity.
You stepped closer. "I only said yes because I thought you liked that girl you were talking to."
He stared. "Girl? She’s my cousin."
"Oh."
Gunil laughed — breathless, relieved — and cupped your cheek gently.
"Let’s stop pretending. I want you. Officially."
And that’s how the date you went with a random guy ended up pushing you and Gunil into a real relationship.
The second you whispered "okay… let’s date", something in Gunil snapped — in the gentlest, hungriest way.
He cupped your jaw and kissed you like he’d been holding himself back for months.
Deep, slow, claiming.
His tongue brushed yours and you melted instantly.
Gunil walked you backwards until your back hit your bedroom door.
"Open it," he murmured against your lips.
You fumbled for the handle.
The moment it closed behind you, he had your hips in his hands, lifting you onto the bed with surprising strength.
"Do you know," he breathed against your neck, "how insane you made me tonight?"
Your hands slid into his shirt. "Gunil—"
He bit down gently on your collarbone.
“No talking. I need you to hear this.”
His fingers slid under your thighs, pulling you closer.
"You went on a date with someone else… and all I could think was that I should’ve made you mine earlier."
His hand slipped between your legs, slow and warm.
"You’re only mine, right?"
You nodded breathlessly.
Gunil smirked, lips brushing your ear.
"Good girl." he whispered, sliding his hands around your thighs and hips while he ignored your needy cunt on purpose.
"Now lie back and let me show you exactly what I wanted to do the second I heard you left with another man."
He took his time — fingers, mouth, slow deep strokes, eye contact, praise whispered into your skin — until you couldn’t even remember the name of the guy you’d gone out with.
𐀔 Kim Jungsu
Jungsu didn’t get jealous easily…
Or so he claimed.
But when Jooyeon casually mentioned,
"Hey, I think y/n went on a date tonight,"
Jungsu literally dropped his water bottle.
He tried to act normal, but thirty minutes later he was at your door.
You opened it mid-sigh, removing your earrings from the date.
Jungsu’s eyes narrowed.
"So it’s true."
You frowned. "What?"
"You went on an actual date."
He looked almost offended. "With a guy."
"Last time I checked, dates usually are with guys, Jungsu," you teased, but his expression didn’t change.
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
"Y/n, why? Did I do something wrong? Did I make you think I didn’t like you?"
Your lips parted.
"You were with that girl the other day…"
"That was a staff stylist," he groaned. "She was asking my hair preferences!"
"Oh."
Jungsu rubbed his face. "I— I got jealous. Like, really jealous. And I hated it."
He reached for your hands, squeezing them firmly.
"I don’t want to just be your ‘buddy you hang out with’. I want to date you."
Your heart flipped.
Then you nodded softly.
“Finally. You're finally my boyfriend.”
His smile lit up the whole hallway.
Once you confirmed your relationship, Jungsu’s whole body relaxed — then tensed again for a completely different reason.
He pushed you gently against the wall, hands on either side of your head.
"Can I kiss you now?"
You nodded.
He didn’t just kiss you — he claimed you.
Jungsu kissed like he had something to prove, like he’d been starving for you. His hands slid under your shirt, trembling slightly, and he groaned when he felt your skin.
"You have no idea," he whispered into your mouth, "how jealous I was."
You tugged him closer, and he let out a low whine — the prettiest sound you’d ever heard.
He lifted your leg around his hip, pressing against you so you could feel exactly how hard he was.
"You drove me crazy, y/n… walking in here all pretty after letting another guy take you out."
His lips trailed down your neck, sucking lightly.
"But you said yes to me. Not him."
His hand slipped inside your waistband.
"I need to feel you say yes again."
Your breath hitched. "Jungsu—"
"What do you want, baby?"
His fingers lowering slowly, teasing, feeling you squirm and arch into him.
"I want you."
His eyes darkened instantly.
"Bedroom. Now." he demanded. "I’m going to take my time with you… until you forget every man’s name except mine."
𐀔 Kwak Jiseok
Jiseok played it cool.
Except he wasn’t cool at all.
When he heard you’d gone on a date, he slammed his phone down so hard Seungmin flinched.
The second you walked into the practice room, Gaon cornered you.
Not touching — just close enough to make your breath hitch.
"Where were you?"
You arched a brow. "Out."
"With him?"
You blinked. "…Gaon, are you jealous?"
His jaw tightened.
"I don’t like seeing you with other men."
You crossed your arms. "We’re not dating."
"Because you keep running away every time I try to get serious with you!"
That… stunned you.
Gaon exhaled sharply, getting closer, his voice lower.
"Y/n, I’ve been crazy about you for months. And thinking of some guy taking you out—"
He shook his head, swallowing hard.
"No. I want you. I want us. Tell me there’s a chance."
You stared up at him, heart pounding.
"There is."
His smirk softened into something warm and relieved.
"Good. Then let’s make it official."
Gaon didn’t give you time to think.
The moment you told him there was a chance — the moment you said you liked him too — he grabbed your waist and kissed you like he’d been waiting all year.
His hands wandered immediately.
He was desperate, messy, breathy — but still gentle when it mattered. Your fingers curled in his shirt without meaning to, pulling him closer, your pulse thundering in your ears.
He pushed you against the practice room couch, lips moving from your mouth to your jaw to the spot under your ear that made your knees weaken.
"Do you know how jealous I was?" he mumbled against your skin.
"How pissed I was thinking about him touching you?"
You moaned softly and he bit your neck just enough to make you gasp.
"Yeah. Exactly like that," he growled, lifting your thighs around his waist.
"I want to be the only one hearing those sounds from you. Only me."
His hands slid under your clothes, fingers digging into your hips as he kissed down your chest.
Then he pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes — pupils blown, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.
"I want you so bad it hurts."
You tugged his shirt.
"Then have me."
That was it.
Gaon exhaled sharply, pushed you down into the cushions, and murmured while removing his belt:
"Don’t worry, baby." he said "I’m gonna ruin you… nice and slow… so you never think about anyone else again."
𐀔 Oh Seungmin
O.de heard about your date because Jooyeon is a menace and cannot keep his mouth shut.
When he found out, he did what any emotionally stable man would do:
he sulked for two hours, wrote three unfinished rap verses, and paced the hallway rehearsing what he’d say to you.
When you walked into the dorm, he stood in front of you instantly.
"You went on a date."
It wasn’t a question.
You nodded slowly. "Yes…?"
He stared at you like he was trying to solve a math equation.
"Why him?"
"…Why not him?"
Seungmin clicked his tongue and looked away, shoulders tense.
"So you didn’t think about me? At all?"
Your heart dropped. "I thought you were into that girl you were laughing with."
"What girl—? Y/n, she’s literally my parent's new neighbor. I was greeting her."
"Oh."
He stepped closer.
"Look… I thought we were getting somewhere. You and me. And thinking you might choose someone else— it sucked."
His voice cracked just a little.
You touched his arm gently.
"I wasn’t trying to choose anyone else."
He met your eyes, hope flickering in his.
"Then… can I be your someone?"
You smiled.
"Yeah. You can."
O.de was already emotional from confessing — and now he was emotional in a very different way.
He kissed you the second the words "you can be my someone" left your mouth.
It wasn’t gentle.
It wasn’t rushed.
It was hungry.
He backed you into your room, lips never leaving yours, his hands already sliding under your thighs to lift you. You wrapped your legs around him without thinking, and he groaned — a deep, shaky sound you felt everywhere.
He laid you on your bed and hovered over you, breathing hard.
"Y/n… tell me you wanted me like this. Tonight. Before the date."
You nodded breathlessly, but he shook his head.
"I need to hear it."
"I wanted you," you whispered. "I always did."
O.de’s control snapped.
He kissed down your stomach, slow and desperate, as his fingers hooked into your waistband.
"You could’ve come to me," he murmured, lips trailing lower.
"I would’ve taken care of you. Like I'm going to do it now."
He pulled your clothes off with trembling hands, kissing every inch he uncovered.
When his hands finally encountered your dripping cunt, your back arched.
"There," he whispered, voice rough.
"I'm always going to be the only man in your mind."
𐀔 Han Hyeongjun
Junhan acted like he wasn’t affected.
Everyone knew he was affected.
He didn’t talk, didn’t smile, didn’t even practice properly — the minute he heard you were out with another guy, his mood dropped through the floor.
When you returned home, Junhan was already leaning against your doorframe, arms crossed.
"How was the date?"
His tone was calm. Too calm.
You swallowed. "Fine."
"Did you like him?"
You hesitated. "…Why do you care?"
Junhan finally looked you in the eyes — really looked — and the jealousy was unmistakable.
"Because I thought we were something, y/n."
Your breath caught.
"That girl you saw me with— she’s my cousin. I tried to tell you the next day, but you wouldn’t talk to me."
"Oh."
Junhan stepped closer, voice low.
"I don’t want to watch you date someone else. I don’t want anyone else touching what I—"
He stopped himself, ears reddening.
You whispered, "What you… what?"
He exhaled shakily.
"What I want to be mine."
Silence.
Then you smiled softly, stepping closer.
"Then ask properly."
Junhan’s lips curled into that small, shy smile of his.
"Let me be yours, y/n."
You nodded.
Junhan kissed you the moment you said yes — a soft kiss first, almost shy.
Then the second your hands slid up his chest, something changed.
He deepened it instantly.
His hands slid down to your hips, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. He groaned quietly — a sound so low and pretty it sent shivers through you.
"Do you know how mad I was when I heard about your date?" he whispered against your lips.
"How angry I got imagining someone else holding you?"
You swallowed, your chest tightening — you'd never seen him look at you like that. "Junhan…"
He brushed his nose against yours, voice barely above a whisper.
"I want you. I want all of you. Can I?"
"Please."
That was all he needed.
He lifted you onto his lap on your bed, fingers grabbing your waist as he kissed down your neck, slow and reverent.
His trembling hands slid under your clothes, tracing the lines of your ribs, your back, your hips, your tits — exploring like he’d been dreaming of this.
"Tell me what you like," he whispered against your skin.
"I want to learn everything."
He moved you against him gently, both of you gasping.
“And I want to make you feel… really, really good tonight.”
The sex was like poetry — slow, warm, deep — whispering your name like a prayer.
𐀔 Lee Jooyeon
Jooyeon is dramatic.
So of course when he heard about your date, he made it everyone’s problem.
He paced.
He ranted.
He threw himself on the couch like a Victorian widow.
"My heart is BROKEN. MY GOD. SHE’S DATING SOMEONE ELSE—"
When you finally arrived home, he was waiting at the entrance with his arms crossed and a pout on his face.
"Where were you?"
You blinked. "Out."
"With HIM?"
"…Yes?"
He stomped toward you.
"I don’t like it."
You tried not to laugh. "Why not?"
"Because you’re supposed to like ME!"
You froze.
"…Jooyeon?"
He grabbed your hands dramatically.
"I thought we were flirting! I thought we had a connection! I thought we were gonna confess at some point— AND THEN YOU GO OUT WITH SOME RANDOM GUY?!"
You snorted. "I thought you were flirting with that girl the other day."
"Girl—? THAT WAS A STAFF NOONA HELPING ME WITH MAKEUP."
"Oh."
Jooyeon huffed. "You’re not allowed to go on dates with other people."
You raised a brow. "Says who?"
"Says ME— your future boyfriend!"
You laughed, cheeks heating. "Future?"
He squeezed your hands.
"…Present, if you want."
You smiled nodding.
Jooyeon lit up like a Christmas tree.
Jooyeon kissed you like he’d been WAITING, like he was mad, relieved, thrilled — all at once.
He pushed you back against the door, hands sliding to your waist as he pressed his forehead to yours.
"Do you know how insane you made me today?"
His breath was hot.
"I was losing my mind thinking about you with him."
You teased, "Are you still mad?"
"Yes," he said, kissing down your neck.
"But I’m more mad that I couldn’t do this earlier."
He grabbed your thighs and lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the couch.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing your heat on his hard, making him moan into your mouth.
"You’re so warm," he whispered.
"So soft. So… mine."
His hands were everywhere — your waist, your thighs, your back, breasts — pulling you as close as possible.
"Tell me you wanted me today," he whispered, kissing your collarbone.
"Tell me you thought about me instead of him."
"I did," you breathed.
Jooyeon smirked darkly.
"Good. Then let your boyfriend show you exactly why you should’ve come home to me in the first place."
He kissed down your body, slow and eager, moaning softly every time you whimpered.
Jooyeon loved it messy — loved your reactions, loved the sounds you made — loved having you wrapped around him while he whispered:
synopsis; junhan gives your lips one last lingering kiss before pulling away and checking his phone, “your break is almost over, i’m going home now and preparing for your visit. remember, dont get caught.”
genre; smut
words; 2.5k
warnings; idol!junhan, idol!reader, f!reader, grinding, cursing, oral f receiving, dirty talk, being caught, tit play, fingering, riding
a/n: this isn’t usually the content i post, but i wanted to give it a try, let me know what u think 🩷
working at the same company as your boyfriend, junhan, has its perks, but mostly, its downsides. you get to see him every day, which is amazing, but the two of you can't act like a couple in front of the staff or artists. if someone lets your relationship slip to the media, then neither of you would have a job anymore.
junhan tries his best not to make you feel neglected; he'll casually brush his fingers against yours in the coffee shop line, send you sweet texts when you're in the practice room, and even skips practice sometimes to take you to an empty room during your break so he can kiss you, which he knows you've been craving all day.
there he was, hand resting on your soft cheek, your back pushed against the cold wall of an abandoned practice room that hasn't been renovated in years, and his lips kissing slowly against yours.
"I missed you today," you say in a whiny tone after pulling away from the embrace, your lips pouting, though he can't see in the darkness.
"i missed you too, Y/N. why don't you spend the night with me tonight? it's been a few weeks.."
your manager is rigorous and refuses to let any of your members bring men over, so the only option is to sleep with junhan at the xdinary heroes dorm.
within a matter of seconds, your tone changed from needy to excited, “of course, i have a few more hours of practice, then i’ll go home and pack my things.”
junhan gives your lips one last lingering kiss before pulling away and checking his phone, “your break is almost over, i’m going home now and preparing for your visit. remember, dont get caught,” he insures, which means you need to be completely covered and unrecognizable before even walking near the dorm.
there are always lingering fans that hang around just to get a glimpse of a kpop idol, and this is also why your manager doesn’t like visitors, but you’re smart.
at the dorm, junhan just announced you were spending the night, and it was met with “okay's” or “that's fine”, besides jooyeon. he is junhan’s roommate and has to be the one to sleep on the bottom bunk beneath the two of you.
“i’ve been traumatized enough by the noises i hear when she comes over, even if the tv is at max volume, AND i have headphones on…” jooyeon complains dramatically, by dragging out every word.
“jooyeon when you get a girlfriend, you’ll understand, plus it’s not like junnie has many options on where they can be alone,” jungsu tries to pursue him, but his stubborn head just shakes.
“yeah, also if you had a girlfriend i’m sure junhan wouldn’t mind blocking the noises out for you,” gunil adds to help your boyfriend's case, the youngest still not being persuaded.
“so are any of you going to switch me beds for the night?” jooyeon asks with eyebrows raised, and everyone falls silent, “see!”
“okay, what do you want in return?” junhan questions, wanting to stop the debating and get down to business.
jooyeon’s mouth went from a thin line to a wide smile at the bribery, “i want all 3 meals free for a whole week, and Y/N to set me up with one of her members.” his eyebrows wiggled at the last part while the other boys sighed.
“how about 2 weeks of free meals?”
“deal,” jooyeon maniacally laughs, as if he won the battle, and plops down on the couch with jiseok, who was also laughing.
junhan made sure the apartment was sparkling clean with the help of jungsu and seungmin, so it didn't take as long as it would have if he were alone. he thanked them quickly and hurried to take a shower when he saw the time; you were due at any moment.
you rang the boys' doorbell dressed in a hoodie with the hood tied tight around your head, insuring no hair showed, loose sweatpants, and a mask that covered the bottom half of your face.
jiseok opened the door with a laugh at your appearance, and you just squinted your eyes threateningly at him when you entered. "where's junnie?" you finally took the hoodie off, along with your mask, and shook your hair loose from the hair tie.
"he's in the shower," jungsu informs. ablush heats across your face when the memory of the two of you sharing a shower runs through your head. "i'm going to tell him i'm here, so he'll hurry," you over-share, so the boys don't think anything nefarious is going to happen.
outside of the bathroom door, the sound of water running made you giggle on the inside like it was the first time you had seen him in the shower, but everything he does makes you feel like when you first started dating.
you open the door, the humidity instantly hits your face, and before you can announce yourself, junhan speaks, "jooyeon, why do you always need to use the bathroom when i'm showering?"
your eyebrow raises, "does that happen often?" you ask with a giggle, and the bathroom curtain opens enough for junhan's head to poke out. "baby! it happens far too often. wait in my room, i'll be out soon."
instead of listening to his request, you sit on the bathroom sink to wait for him, "take your time, i'll just sit here and talk with you."
junhan tells you about the movies he picked out for the two of you tonight, while he finishes up, and when the water turns off, your ears go red.
"Y/N, can you give me the towel on the 3rd hook?" you oblige, walking to the shower, and peek through the curtain with a nod of approval after seeing your boyfriend's body. he laughs at where your eyes travel and grabs the towel from your hand, "pervert."
in junhan's room, he lets you borrow a t-shirt, considering the hoodie and sweatpants are beginning to make you hot, and he grabs your cheeks in his hands when he sees you in his clothes. "i've never worn that shirt outside of the dorm, so you can have it without fans getting suspicious." he knew you always wanted to keep his clothes like a normal girlfriend so you pucker your lips as a 'thank you'.
he bends his head down slightly and gives your welcoming lips a kiss, then pulls away with a hum. "lay down Y/N, i want to play until jooyeon comes in for the night."
your heart thumps at the low voice that came from your boyfriend, and without a word, you crawl up the ladder to junhan's bunk bed. he follows soon, after putting a movie on the tv, and crawls on top of your body.
you become shy when junhan begins lifting up your shirt without any words, but made sure to maintain eye contact with you. he drags the tips of his fingers against your skin until your breasts become exposed, creating goosebumps on your stomach.
"i missed you so much," junhan whispers while admiring your boobs, gripping one hard in his hand. the sensitivity made your back arch, and a mocking laugh comes from your boyfriend, who is usually a sweet lover.
he leans down and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it with roughness. a loud moan threatened to come out of your mouth, so you pressed your lips tight together, then looked down at junhan who was now staring back and flicking his tongue across the nub of your nipple.
you could feel his hard-on against your leg through his boxers when he begins moving down your body, kissing your skin as he travels, and leaving a few bites on your hips.
junhan wastes no time when he settles in between your thighs to spread your legs wide. "i guess you missed me too, huh?" he smirks at the wet spot on your panties and you tsk at him with a blush, "of course i missed you, baby."
junhan slides your panties to the side, teasing one of your folds with his long finger, "what did you miss about me exactly?" you huff at his insistence, then push your hips into him so he'd touch the place that was beating for him.
"uh uh Y/N, be good and answer me." you weren't used to this side of junhan which made you even more wet for him. "i miss your fingers when they are inside of me." you finally speak in a whisper, still conscious of the people in the dorm. he hums, but wasn't 100% satisfied with your answer.
junhan brushes his finger over your clit and rubs in small circles until your body feels hot from pleasure. he drags a finger with his other hand in between your folds and smirks up at your teeth that was biting your bottom lip hard.
he slides a finger in your wetness, making sure to watch your reaction, and pumps with more force than he usually does. the tip of his finger reaches your g-spot perfectly, which makes not moaning almost impossible, but you succeed. "p-please baby, more fingers," you plead in a shaky voice that almost made junhan cum right there.
"how many fingers do you want, doll?" your pussy clenched around his finger at the nickname, and he chuckled at the feeling. "3 fingers please junnie," you say in the same needy voice.
junhan curls his finger once in your pussy before adding two more, stretching you wider. "do you want me to lick your clit, doll?" you nod quickly with tears of pleasure falling from your eyes, and tangle your fingers in junhan's already dried hair, when his lips kiss your clit softly.
he swirls his tongue around the nub with a smirk at your shaking body, still making sure to curl his fingers to hit the right spot, and you whine loudly. "i'm so close junnie, faster please."
junhan fastens the pace on his fingers and flicks his tongue until his jaw is sore, "cum for me," he mumbles in your pussy and you lift your hips up until the orgasm ripples through your body.
he puts his free hand over your mouth so you can moan loudly when you cum and lifts his face off your pussy, but still pumps his fingers until your high rides out.
"mmm baby, that was the best i've ever felt. you're so good to me," you mumble after he pulls his fingers out slowly. he had a blush on his face and leaned his body up to kiss your lips sweetly.
you wrap your arms around his shoulders and slide your tongue in his mouth during the kiss, earning a grunt from him. his hard-on was not easy to miss, and you giggle in the kiss when he begins to grind on your bare thigh.
you turn the two of you around so you are now on top of him and continue the grinding. "i think it's my turn to make you feel good, junnie."
you lift your hips up and look down at his core, rubbing your hand on the elastic of his underwear. junhan takes his shirt off to give you a better view, and you lift the band up, sliding your hand inside his underwear to grip his dick firmly.
he grunts again, watching your movements intensely, but you didn't want him to wait any longer. you take his underwear off and watch his dick slap against his stomach, "i love your dick, junnie," you whisper, admiring the precum leaking from his tip.
junhan gives your ass a soft slap while you take off your panties, making sure they don't fall off the bed for someone else to find. "these are mine now," junhan smirks, grabbing the lace fabric from you and hiding them under his pillow while you straddle his waist again.
you line up your needy hole to his tip and sink down, "and here i thought i was the pervert of our relationship," you let out a giggle that soon turned to a gasp when you sat completely on his dick.
junhan tilts his head back at the feeling of your tight, gummy walls engulfing him and grips your ass hard to keep his moans in.
when you begin to rock your hips against his, junhan lifts your shirt up, exposing your beautiful tits, and moans quietly. "go faster, please, baby." he bucks his hips up impatiently, and you smile at him being needy.
you obey gladly, bouncing on him increasingly faster while he begins to play with your boobs that were matching your bounces.
to stop himself from moaning, junhan grabs the back of your neck and brings you down to kiss his lips sloppily. you whine in his mouth with every bounce, and he holds your hips when he notices you slowing down, thrusting up in you to give you a break.
your pussy clenches around his dick, the faster he bucks, and you can feel another orgasm coming. "it's okay, baby, cum again, i want to get all the orgasms i can out of you."
his words hit you straight to the core, and you couldn't help but cum right on the spot. junhan had an evil smirk on his face and turned the two of you around on the bed so quick you almost didn't realize it happened.
he thrusts in you harder than he ever has before; you thought the bed would break from the pressure. "god baby, you're so tight," he growls in your ear, and you clench again. "cum in me junnie, i want to feel you," you whisper back in a pant, and he gives a few more hard thrusts before spilling inside of you.
you run your fingers through his thick hair and pull on the roots as you cum for a third time, your chest heaving at the pleasure.
junhan pulls out slowly after both of you ride out your highs, and he plops on the squeaky bed next to you, still panting. "that was the best sex we've ever had," he chuckles and wraps his arms around you so your sweaty bodies are pressed close to each other. you didn't have the energy to speak, so you just nodded in agreement, tangling your legs with his.
"are you guys finally done?" a voice from below asks in a hopeful tone, and your eyes shoot open wide. "jooyeon? when did you come in?" junhan asks, closing his eyes in embarrassment.
"i believe it was sometime in between Y/N's first and second orgasm," the younger boy laughs, making you cover your red face with your hands. junhan cowards in your neck and chuckles, "i guess we were too focused on each other to notice."
