—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: He fucked you once and now he's calling you because he can't get you out of his head.
—𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾
—𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: CEO!jaemin x reader
—𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 1.7K
—𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: smut
—𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: age gap, protected sex
—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: You've been meeting him up secretly because your parents don't approve your relationship and every time you miss him, you make a call no matter what time it is because you know he'll be available.
—𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾
—𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: boyfriend!taeyong x reader
—𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 1.7K
—𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: smut
—𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: masturbation, mentions of oral sex, cybersex
—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: It's your anniversary with him but he's away for work, so you decide to give him a gift by video call.
—𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾
—𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: jungwoo x reader
—𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 2.1K
—𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: smut, college!au
—𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: fingering, unprotected sex, hair pulling, creampie, jungwoo dom af, mirror sex
—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: You were recognized on campus for not wanting anything serious and being good in bed, he was willing to check it out and maybe become your new fuckbuddy.
—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: He is so tired of having to hide your relationship with him and he makes a whole plan to tell your boyfriend that you were more than friends.
—𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾
—𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: neighbor!doyoung x reader
—𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 1K
—𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: smut
—𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: masturbation, vouyerism, exhibitionism
—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: Your window is right in front of his so you know that sometimes he watches you and you purposely undress to make him nervous.
—𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾
—𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: bestfriend!jaehyun x reader
—𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 2K
—𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: smut
—𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: oral (giving and receiving), face riding
—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: He is your best friend, he has been hearing rumors that you are good with blowjobs but it's difficult for him to see you in that way. One day, he tells you about it.
WIFEY HAS ARRIVED WITH A REQUEST BECAUSE WHY NOT? LMAO. Trope: FWB Bias(s): Jueyon & Hyunjae 'Can I film us?' & 'You are taking me (us) so well." Throw in some creampies, some choking, edging, and humiliation, pleasee. Love you, babes. :*
the art of sharing | lee juyeon and lee hyunjae
pairing: the boyz, FWB au, dom!juyeon x sub!reader x dom!hyunjae
genre: smut
word count: 4.2k
rating: 18+ NSFW WARNINGS AND PROMPTS INCLUDED UNDER THE CUT
warnings: threesome, unprotected sex, creampies, edging, humiliation, degradation (slut, whore), multiple orgasms, swearing, oral (m and f receiving), choking
If i’m missing others please let me know!
prompts: 33 “can i film us?” & 38 “you’re taking me so well.”
Nothing in your life was boring. Not when you lived so spontaneously.
You knew sleeping around may have been looked down upon, but you didn’t care much when it was so enjoyable. The thrill of juggling boys between your fingers was addicting. You always thought that someone should stop you before you got in over your head, but maybe it was too late. Maybe it was inevitable, and the universe was only waiting for just the right moment to pounce.
The time had finally come.
“I heard Juyeon’s here,” your friend whispered to you, leaning in close so you could hear her over the booming music of the party. A typical cliche college party was where you usually made your move, often finding yourself in someone else’s bed by the end of the night. The name made your ears perk, and you smirked to yourself as you scanned the area.
The familiar head of black hair stood tall amongst the rest, and it seemed like Juyeon knew you were looking at him, his eyes snapping to yours almost instantly. His gaze was tempting, and you knew immediately what he was expecting. You saw it in his eyes.
It felt familiar heading towards the boy, something you’ve found yourself doing many times before. Juyeon was one of your favorites, and he never failed to satisfy you for the night. You were pretty sure he knew of your extensive list of fuck buddies, but he never seemed to mind. In the classified thoughts inside his own mind, he found it kind of hot, he just ignored the jealousy he felt everytime he thought about how he had to share.
“Hey beautiful,” he called, raising his cup above his head in greeting upon your arrival. He was leaning comfortably against the wall in the corner of the living room, his endearing smirk bigger than ever. His aura excited you, just like it always did.
“Juyeon,” you replied, moving to place a tender hand on his bicep. His eyebrow quirked in interest. He knew what he wanted, but you did too. There was no hesitation left in you, only need.
“Let’s go upstairs,” you offered, but Juyeon didn’t budge. You looked at him questioningly.
“I think someone else is waiting for you,” he shrugged, jutting his chin to someone behind you. You turned, your heart stopping when not too far from the two of you stood a familiar face mixed into the crowd, another trophy on your shelf.
Hyunjae was someone you had only slept with once, but he sure left his impression. You couldn’t quite get his words off your mind and his touch off your skin. You’d always wondered when you would get the opportunity with him again, but it was a shame that you felt Juyeon’s presence lingering behind you as you stared into the other boy’s eyes.
“I think,” Juyeon murmured, and you didn’t know he had come close to speak into your ear, your body jumping in surprise. “You should go greet your friend,”
You turned your head to him, confusion on your face. You were sure he could assume just who Hyunjae might be to you. Did he really want you to ditch him for another guy? The look on his face told you to comply.
“You look great tonight,” Hyunjae complimented, looking you up and down as you approached. You watched as he glanced over your shoulder, presumably at the boy you had walked away from, but you couldn’t read his expression as he addressed you again.
“I like it better now,” you spoke. You were referring to his hair, your hand running through the dark strands soothingly. The last time you had seen him, which must have been over a month ago by now, it had been an ashy blond. You didn’t think he could look any more handsome than he did that night.
“I was hoping you would,” he smiled, his hands moving down to grasp your waist. He stepped even closer, and you noticed the small crease in his eyes as he smiled down at you. Juyeon had somehow left your mind completely, something you thought was impossible.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” you admitted, your arms slinking up around his neck. He hummed contentedly.
“I’m sure you have, baby,”
Another body pressed up behind you, and your eyes widened as you realized the boy you had seemingly forgotten about was now finding the perfect moment to cut in.
“Hi Juyeon,”
“Hey, Hyunjae,”
“Wait, you two know each other?” you asked incredulously, unraveling yourself from Hyunjae and backing away from the two boys, looking between them in shock. They only looked at each other amusedly, nearly laughing outright at your confusion. What was going on?
“We’re roommates, Y/n.” Hyunjae chuckled. “You’ve only been to our place with Juyeon, right? I knew what you sounded like in bed before I made you moan for me, sweetheart,” You made a look of disgust at this new information, your hands coming up to cover your face as you got flustered.
“Aw, is our baby embarrassed?” Juyeon sneered, chasing your hands with his as he lowered them off your cheeks softly. Our?
“Don’t be, Y/n,” Hyunjae insisted, brushing strands of hair out of your face.
It was honestly a bit overwhelming to have two incredibly attractive boys giving you their undivided attention at the same time, no matter what you had already done with them previously. You weren’t sure if you were scolding or praising your past self and the decisions you’d made leading up to this, but you had a feeling you were about to be thanking yourself very soon. You were right.
You could barely walk straight as Hyunjae grabbed your hand and led you away from the crowd, Juyeon following close behind. This was all happening so fast yet it felt so right. Your feet moved on their own as Hyunjae opened the door to an unoccupied room, dragging you inside as Juyeon shut the door behind you.
“I don’t think I deserve this,” you spoke in awe, watching the two boys as they both stared at you hungrily. It was like you were living a dream, or a fantasy; anything other than reality as you grew beyond excited. “I might seriously cry tears of joy,”
You almost facepalmed yourself for your big mouth, always turning to awkward humor when you got nervous. Why were you nervous? You’d fucked both of them before. But now you were just, fucking them at the same time?
“Don’t be so nervous, baby,” Juyeon soothed, coming up to cradle your face in his large hands. You calmed from his touch, and the last thing he did was smile before he leaned in and kissed you softly. It felt like the calm before the storm, the air still and silent as the lightning prepared to strike. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears when he pulled away.
“Take this off, please,” Juyeon panted, the kiss quite literally taking his breath away. You felt Hyunjae’s fingers trace the bottom hem of your dress, the short black one you always wore when you were feeling particularly confident one night.
“Is this okay?” Juyeon asked, his touch guiding your eyes to his.
“Yes, please,” You let Hyunjae pull your dress up and off your body, and their dual groans harmonized when they saw you were braless tonight. You smiled cheekily.
“She’s so naughty, isn’t she?” Hyunjae remarked. He reached from behind you and looped his arms around your stomach, pulling you tight to his chest. Juyeon hummed in agreement but said nothing, wasting no time in cupping your breasts, bending his tall frame down to capture one of your nipples between his lips.
“Oh god,” you whined, squirming in Hyunjae’s hold. Your hands threaded through Juyeon’s soft black hair, yelping when he bit lightly on your bud. Hyunjae let you lean against him as his hand snaked down your abdomen, swiftly making its way under the waistband of your panties, and you leaned your head back onto his shoulder as he ran a finger through your folds.
“Always so wet,” Hyunjae hummed, the pad of his middle finger pressing down on your clit. You moaned loudly, Juyeon switching his attention to your other breast, and you began moving your hips trying to get Hyunjae to move his hand. He refused, and his other hand reached up to wrap around your neck, his touch light but threatening. You reluctantly complied to stay still, and Hyunjae cooed sweet praises into your ear as he moved his free hand back down to trace lightly over your collarbone.
Juyeon released from his assault on your breasts and stood back up, tearing his shirt off and displaying his muscular torso. He replaced the spot on your hips that Hyunjae’s hands had left with his own, slowly guiding the three of you toward the bed. Hyunjae moved his hand out of your panties and made quick fashion of pulling them off of you, and you stepped out of them as they fell to the floor.
You collapsed onto the unfamiliar mattress as the boys stood at the edge of the bed, and their stance sparked inspiration in you as you coyly sat up and crawled over to the edge where they stood. You reached for Juyeon first, a hand running down the trail of his abs until you reached his pants, and you quickly unbuttoned and pulled them down. You didn’t waste time, pulling his underwear down as well, and Juyeon chuckled as you licked your lips at the sight of his hardening cock.
“Such a slut, isn’t she?” Juyeon spat, not even looking at you as he glanced over to his friend on his right. You were annoyed that he wasn’t paying attention to you as you were preparing to please him, so you wrapped your mouth around the tip, sucking harshly in spite. Juyeon grunted and snapped his head down to you. You looked up at him feigning innocence, taking him a bit further as his cock had now turned rock hard on your tongue. His hair was disheveled from your grip before, and he threw his head back as you continued working his length down your throat.
“Fuck,” Hyunjae whispered, palming his hard on through his jeans. He trailed the arch of your spine and the curve of your ass as you kneeled on the mattress, his mind reeling with all the things he wanted to do to you.
“This might be weird to ask, but fuck. You look so good right now,” Hyunjae groaned. “Can I—can I film us?”
You pulled off of Juyeon’s cock and glanced up at him, using your spit to run your hand up and down on it while you spoke to Hyunjae.
“Why, are you two going to jerk off to it together?” you teased, and Hyunjae hadn’t thought of that, but now that you said it, it didn’t sound too bad. “Yeah, I guess so. That’s kind of hot,”
“Yeah yeah, film or don’t film,” Juyeon dismissed, his hands brushing through your hair so he could gather it into a messy ponytail. He coaxed you back to his dick, and this time he took the lead as he pushed your head down his length. His tip breached your throat, and you expertly swallowed around him when you heard the light ring of a camera switching on. You strained your eyes up and saw Hyunjae holding his phone in his hand, his now freed cock in the other.
With a sudden burst of confidence you allowed for Juyeon’s length to slide further down your throat, not giving yourself time to breathe as you struggled to fit all of it. It must have been enough, though, because Juyeon frantically pulled your head back as you coughed. He didn’t want to come, not yet.
“My turn,” Hyunjae snickered, taking Juyeon’s place in front of you as the other boy mounted the bed, and you turned your head to watch him as he settled behind you. You raised yourself on your hands and knees so you could give him access to your dripping pussy, thinking he was going to slam inside, but instead Juyeon bent down and gripped your ass, spreading you wide so he could lick a stripe up your slit with his tongue.
You were breathing heavily when Hyunjae gripped your face and turned your head forcefully back to him, his camera recording you as he pushed his thumb past your parted lips, pressing down on your tongue to open your jaw even wider. You looked so submissive on film, so used, and Hyunjae growled, discarding the camera angle for a second so he could lean down and spit dirtily into your mouth. He closed your mouth to swallow it down, and you hummed when you felt Juyeon do the same behind you, except his saliva dripped gradually down your folds before he lapped it back up eagerly.
Juyeon was eating you out with vigor and determination, more so than any other man you’d ever been with. You couldn’t voice your pleasure, however, as the second cock was being shoved down your throat harshly. Hyunjae was still holding the phone down at your face, and he was trying to balance the view of his dick stuffed in your mouth and your ass as you pushed back greedily into Juyeon’s face. He slowly began thrusting in and out, and you took it without complaints even as you choked around his girth.
“Fucking cockslut,” Hyunjae spat, and you whimpered around him in embarrassment. In any other situation you would have bit back with a snarky remark, but right now you were feeling way too good to risk them stopping.
Your eyes were noticeably teary in the frame of the camera, and the sight was riling Hyunjae up more than he cared to admit. Juyeon was humming contentedly while sucking on your clit, and it was the last straw as your orgasm began to approach its peak. Juyeon sensed this, and he confidently shoved two fingers into your pussy just to feel you clench around his digits. You could barely focus on giving Hyunjae a blowjob, your head halting with only the tip in your mouth as you basked in the pleasure. Your moans were constricted but clearly urgent, your arms shaking as they struggled to hold your body weight up.
“I’m close,” you nearly screamed, finally pulling off of Hyunjae’s cock with your head hanging low.
“Good,” Juyeon muttered around your clit, giving you a few rough thrusts of his long fingers. You trembled on the bed, both boys watching you intently, before Juyeon smirked and pulled away. His fingers slipped out of your hole and his lips left your bud, leaving you on the brink of an orgasm.
“No!” you whined, but you were shut up when Juyeon’s hands gripped your hips roughly and pulled you backwards to slam your hips down on his cock. You screamed in ecstasy, his length sheathing deeply inside of you as he paused. He was letting you adjust, but he was also making sure you had come down enough from your near orgasm from before. He was being mean tonight, you realized. They both were.
Hyunjae watched as Juyeon began thrusting inside of you, his thrusts forceful and rapid from the start. The man had little care to whether Hyunjae was there or not, and he was going to focus on you as long as he was the one fucking into you. Hyunjae rolled his eyes, moving away from the bed and setting the phone down on the table beside it. He made sure to check the camera angle and was delighted by the way your entire body fit in the shot, your arched back and teary face on full display. He turned to look back at Juyeon, who in turn glanced down at the phone, and Juyeon understood the intent as he grabbed your hair and pulled your head up to force you to look forward.
Hyunjae smirked, walking leisurely toward you, and your eyes trailed his own even as you were being railed by his roommate. From behind you, Juyeon was rough, his grip pulling you up enough for your back to arch, your neck exposed for Hyunjae to wrap a hand around. He hummed lightly, the noise so soft it was concealed by your lewd moans, leaning so close you thought your lips would touch. They didn’t, and the teasing look in his eyes sparked an idea.
“Oh fuck,” you groaned, keeping eye contact with the man in front of you. “You’re so fucking big,” Hyunjae quirked his eyebrow at you, his hand on your neck tensing.
“You fuck me so well baby. You always fill me up so good,”
“Yeah?” Juyeon panted from behind, and Hyunjae’s eyes darted up to his friend’s cocky smirk. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,”
You were sure you were going to regret that later once Hyunjae could get a turn with you, but you had a feeling it wouldn’t be much of a punishment at all.
Your words had sparked something in Juyeon, his thrusts turning feral and his grunts getting louder. You could tell there was competition between the two boys, and maybe that’s why you decided to antagonize them. You were falling apart as Juyeon made a point to hit the sweet spot inside of you that he knew so well, and suddenly he was being the nice guy as he tried his best to make you come.
“Ju-Juyeon, oh my god,” His cock was splitting you open at the seams, and you reveled in the way your vision turned white and the feeling of Hyunjae’s hand now harshly around your throat.
“Are you going to come for him?” Hyunjae spat, and you nodded with the little mobility you had as he choked you. “That’s not an answer, baby,”
“Yes!” you cried, repeating it over and over again as you felt a hand rub tight, fast circles around your clit. It was the stimulation you needed as your body was thrown over the edge. With your walls clamping down on him, Juyeon groaned loudly and shoved his entire length inside of you, spurts of his cum filling you up as you nearly screamed.
“So good, always so good for us,”
You were so overwhelmed that you weren’t quite sure who had been the one speaking, and Juyeon thrusted a couple more times to help you come down before he pulled out. You heard him groan and your arms collapsed, Hyunjae releasing your neck, bringing the front of your body down into the mattress.
Juyeon motioned for Hyunjae to bring the phone to him, and when he received it he moved the camera down to film your weeping hole as his cum leaked out and down onto the sheets.
“Get up,” Hyunjae growled, grabbing your arm and pulling your body to lay back on the bed. Juyeon had moved off to the side, still pointing the phone at you, and Hyunjae was now looming over your body with a dangerous look on his face. Yeah, you really pissed him off.
“Please fuck me,” you begged, deciding to be submissive for once if it meant you would get what you wanted.
“We broke her, Jae,” Juyeon snickered, his eyes raking over the sweaty curves of your body with satisfaction.
“That’s too bad,” the other boy pouted, reaching down to rub his cock along your folds, making sure to catch on your clit as he watched your body twitch with sensitivity. “Because we’re not done yet. But that doesn’t matter, right Y/n? Because you’ll always take what we give you. You’re just our little toy to share,”
“No I’m not,” you argued, but your voice was whiny and unconvincing as you ignored the way his dick felt so heavy on your pussy. You were excited, and he knew that.
“Oh?” Hyunjae mocked, two fingers moving down to swipe along your folds, and he brought them up to your face so you could see your juices dripping down from his fingertips. “You’re so wet, you’re making a fucking mess. Maybe we should just leave her here then, what do you think?” He turned to the other man in the room, and in panic, you grabbed his wrist and shoved his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them erotically as you pleaded with your eyes.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you, my pretty girl,”
You didn’t miss the way he exerted his claim on you, but it was short lived once he wasted no time in entering you, both of you groaning simultaneously. Hyunjae was a man on a mission as he began thrusting inside of you rapidly, ignoring your cries of overstimulation as he continued to pound into your swollen pussy. Why did it feel so good?
“That’s it,” Juyeon praised, walking closer and getting a better shot of Hyunjae’s cock pumping in and out of you. From this angle, the camera clearly captured the way your pussy creamed on his length, his dick coated in your arousal each time he pulled out, just to ram back in.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” you moaned.
“You’re taking me so well,” Hyunjae grunted, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was breathing harshly out of his nose, his teeth gritted to keep him grounded. “So tight, it’s like you were made for us,”
“Us?” Juyeon teased from the side, but he surely wasn’t going to argue. There was something about watching your face as his best friend fucked you. Maybe sharing wasn’t so bad.
“S-so sensitive,” you stammered out, and Hyunjae outright laughed even as he was balls deep inside of you.
“Gonna come? So soon?” he questioned condescendingly, and you nodded your head in embarrassment. It was quite amazing how he was working you up so fast, and he didn’t even need to touch your neglected bud as you neared your third orgasm of the night.
“Don’t,” Juyeon muttered, looking at Hyunjae. The man smirked, and you felt tears streaming down your cheeks the moment he pulled out of you. Your hand instinctively bolted down to rub your clit, and you heard the phone clatter to the ground as Juyeon pinned your arms above your head, completely disregarding the film.
“Good girls don’t touch themselves,” he growled, and you squirmed underneath the two men as they watched. You felt helpless as you searched for any sort of stimulation to help you reach your peak. You were given nothing.
“Hm,” Hyunjae hummed, bending down to observe your pussy as it clenched around nothing. He gathered saliva into his mouth and spit once again onto your dripping pussy, and you let out a piercing moan when his finger delicately swirled it around your clit. He rubbed it so gently that it sent pangs of pleasure through you, but never enough to fully satisfy you.
“Hyunjae, Juyeon, please,” you whimpered, his finger dipping shallowly into your hole a few times.
“Well, Juyeon isn’t the one fucking you right now, is he?” Hyunjae countered, and you hear Juyeon scoff lightly next to you.
“No,” you answered. Hyunjae smirked.
“Well then who’s fucking you, whore?”
“Hyunjae! Your cock--in me,”
You were barely making coherent sentences at this point. Both boys looked up at you, tears falling endlessly down your face, and they both agreed silently with each other that you had passed whatever test they were putting on you. You almost forgot that they planned this, from the moment you stepped through the door and into the party still happening downstairs.
“Keep her still,” Hyunjae ordered Juyeon, who nodded, sitting back up and entering you again. This time he was slow, painfully slow, his cock inching in and out of you. You whined distastefully.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Juyeon asked, leaning down to press a light kiss to the corner of your mouth, pulling back quickly when you chased after his lips. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“Faster. Harder,” You begged, and Juyeon smiled.
“You heard her, Jae. See? I knew you were a fucking slut. Never satisfied,”
You didn’t have the mind to argue this time, the words exciting you as Hyunjae set a brutal pace. You could tell he was close, and you were sure he was being worked up this entire time, and you clenched purposefully around him just to watch him huff and close his eyes.
“Well hurry up then, come,” Hyunjae ordered, Juyeon leaning over, laving his tongue over your nipple and sucking on it harshly. You sobbed at the stimulation and your entire body shook under their grips as you finally reached your peak, both boys humming at your noises.
“Holy fuck,” Hyunjae panted, his head throwing back as his cock twitched inside of you. You swore this was the hardest you’ve ever orgasmed in your life, your entire body numbing and the second load of cum was shot inside of you. You felt so full, so used, and you loved it.
All three of you knew this was going to happen again, and it did, just a week later, after the boys had kept their promise, releasing into their palms after watching the damn video.
I can request Wonwoo reacts to not wearing a bra under her coat?
Please, thank you! 🥰
⌲Word Count: 3.3k+
⌲Genre: Jealous Sex
⌲Warning: jealousy, possessive Wonwoo is a sexy Wonwoo, auditory exhibitionism, praise, degradation, over stimulation,
⌲Synopsis: It's crazy just how often you get into this situation. It's also crazy just how much the both of you love it.
⌲A/n: so sorry for the wait on this, I've been trying to deal and manage my wrist pain. thank you for being patient and I had a lot of fun with this, the next request of yours that is similar to this might not involve Wonwoo, but it will have all of the other member's that you requested. thank you for reading, hope you enjoying this, and if you do please like, reblog or donate to my Ko-Fi in my bio. Requests are open for NCT, SVT, and Treasure.
Sometimes you wonder how you got yourself into these situations so easily. Any normal person would backtrack, retrace their steps to figure it out. With you however, there are so many variables it would never be that easy to figure it out.
This wasn’t the first time you’ve been put in this position, but it still makes you burn with embarrassment. You’ve been kneeling in between Wonwoo’s thighs for 15 minutes, only able to helplessly watch as he teases you. Hand wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off and forcing you to watch. Biting your lip, trying to ignore the way you just wanted to take him in your mouth. Feel the weight of his thick cock on your tongue while you massage his balls. You wanted to be the one making him moan, not just watching as he pleases him. The quiet music flowing through his speaker covered up the noises of him pleasuring himself, knowing that the boys were only five feet away in the next move, watching a movie. The added risk from any of the boys hearing, caused you to whine, shifting again in an attempt to relieve the growing pressure in between your legs.
This was your second punishment this week, and it’s only Wednesday. What can you say though? An evening being punished was always a fun scene, for both you and Wonwoo. Who cares if either of you end up with a few more noticeable scratches and bruises?
The reason for today’s punishment was due to your outfit. It wasn’t necessarily meant to tease Wonwoo, that was just an added benefit of it. Wonwoo had invited you out with the boys, you’d have to sit through their Going Seventeen recording but afterwards all of you were going to dinner and then come back to the dorm. You practically lived at the dorm and you loved watching them record, so you agreed.
Going Seventeen recordings tended to be strenuous, the boys constantly running and screaming, and they were lengthy, sometimes taking multiple shots and multiple hours for them to complete. So you decided to dress comfortably, knowing that you were going to be out of the house for hours.
You had only planned for a stylish outfit, it wasn’t completely your fault that your shirt was low cut enough that you couldn’t wear a bra with it. Nor was it your fault that you couldn’t find any appropriate shorts to wear underneath your skirt so you went without, taking the risk that if you bent over your pretty red underwear would be on display for all to see. You wore a cardigan over it, so it prevented some of your previously stated risks, but not all.
If you really wanted to blame anyone, you could blame Seokmin. Wonwoo of course saw your outfit first, you already knew that today was going to be long due to the way his eyes raked over your outfit, lips pressed into a tight line as he took it all in. Wonwoo didn’t say any words, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and whispering a quiet ‘you look beautiful’ before you exited his room. Seokmin was the first of the boys to see your outfit, eyes growing comically wide when he saw it, mouth dropping open.
“You look amazing, your outfit is so cool.” He stuttered through his statement, avoiding all eye contact as you coyly smiled at him, saying a quick ‘thank you’. That’s what started the onslaught of compliments from the rest of the boys, all having something to say about your outfit.
“That shirt is really cool.”
“Yea, you look really nice today.”
“You look pretty.” You felt a little embarrassed at the excessive compliments, not knowing how to properly respond but none of the boys even cared. Minghao and Seungkwan even go so far as to ask you to do a spin for them, properly hyping you up causing you to let out a loud laugh.
Maybe if you would’ve taken a good look at Wonwoo, who had slunk out of his room, leaning against the wall behind you, watching silently as you received the excessive attention from the other twelve men, you would’ve gotten some clue how this day would go.
Wonwoo tended to be possessive, placing a hand around your waist and pulling you close to him whenever another man is giving you too much attention. Placing a gentle kiss on your temple while staring at the man quietly, watching him stutter due to his threatening aura before they just walked away quickly, not bothering to finish the conversation. Maybe you would’ve realized that something was wrong with him just watching and not stepping in.
That was the first possible reason.
Wonwoo didn’t give away his emotions easily, so this was nothing new. He opened every door for you as usual, held your hand as you walked down the stairs despite you only wearing combat boots, and made sure to open the car door for you. That’s where it ended, after making sure you were safely in the car Wonwoo left and got inside the other car, causing you to raise your eyebrow out of confusion. You texted him but he didn’t respond. You shook it off knowing that he wasn’t one to text a lot either.
There wasn’t much time to dwell on him not getting in the car with you, Hoshi, Jun and Woozi were quick to distract you with multiple questions over where the filming could possibly be. Their manager refused to give any of you hints other than the fact that the filming would be inside, and would take up a lot of energy. All of the boys guessed a mafia game again, a smaller scale from Don’t Lie. By the time all three vans arrived at the shooting location you were brimming with excitement, no longer concerned about Wonwoo’s strange behavior. Wonwoo continued to act normal, making sure that you had a chair to sit in, and water to drink before he was thrust in front of the camera with the rest of SVT, smiling as he looked at Woozi, the chosen MC for today’s recording.
Being behind the scenes of shooting was always fun, the camera directors despite working were always sweet to you, and constantly making you laugh. This recording was not any different, watching the boys race just to be their team leader was hilarious, especially witnessing all of their poor attempts at cheating - Jeonghan will just never learn any better - you were already struggling to breath before they had even gotten to the legitimate obstacle course. You were so distracted watching Wonwoo that you missed the way that the boys would constantly glance in your direction, to any Carats watching the video later on it would look as if they were just looking at the camera director and any of the staff. Wonwoo wasn’t stupid, nor did he miss anything. He saw the way that the boys would glance at you when you took a sip of your water, throwing your head back exposing some of the fading bruises that Wonwoo had left on you. You didn’t even realize that while you were laughing every now and again you would jump in your seat, causing your skirt to lift up and reveal the red lace of your panties.
Wonwoo saw everything, and the further shooting progressed the madder Wonwoo got. He couldn’t blame you for the boy's reaction, you weren’t even paying them any mind. Your eyes were solely on Wonwoo, ogling him as he did the races, seeing just how fit he was by the ease and speed that he finished the races. All the boys got from you were the occasional laugh, like when Jeonghan and Dino both attempted to cheat and just ended up wrestling each other more than actually trying to win the race wholeheartedly, or at everyone having such faith in Seungcheol winning only for him to get the longest time out of all of the boys.
Nor could he blame the boys. You were absolutely gorgeous. Breathtaking and captivating just in the way that you held yourself with such confidence, and treated the boys with the utmost care, cleaning their dorms on the occasion that they were too busy with comebacks and recording, allowing it to get disgustingly messy. They never asked you to do it, you did it out of the kindness of your own heart. Or when you cooked the boys a delicious home cooked meal, typically after they were gone from the dorms for a long time due to tours or shows. The boys could only thank you immensely, bowing and stating all of the favors that they owed you but you always just waved them off. Reminding the boys that they were your family too, and you just wanted to take care of them.
Despite him telling himself that he wasn’t mad he couldn’t ignore the way that his body continuously grew hotter with every glance Minghao, Seokmin or Mingyu sent your way. The way Minghao’s eyes leered at your legs, Wonwoo could practically see him drooling over your legs before he would quickly look away, distracting himself by laughing at some corny joke Hoshi said. Mingyu, and Seokmin were the worst, not even hiding their attempts to stare at your body. Seokmin’s face grew bright red, blushing every time he looked your way and accidentally got a glimpse of your panties. Mingyu smirked every time you clapped enthusiastically, watching the way that your breasts jumped with every movement. One wrong move was all it’d take for your breast and nipple to be on display, and it made Wonwoo’s blood boil.
Wonwoo was distracted trying to hide his growing anger that shooting seemed to fly by, he didn’t even remember winning the last one. He quickly bowed, thanking the camera crew and staff before he was walking over to you, tightly grabbing your wrist and yanking you to the closest bathroom. You stumbled behind him, confused over what was up, and thinking that it was just due to the cheating in the game. It wasn’t until you were pinned against the locked backroom door, staring into Wonwoo’s eyes that seemed to be pitch black, did you realize that it didn’t have to do with the recording.
“Are you okay? You’re red.” Before you could even think of lifting your hand up, Wonwoo grabbed both of your wrists in one of his hands and placed them above your head. His other hand was holding onto your waist, keeping you completely caged in.
“You’re mine.” You couldn’t deny the pinge of arousal in your stomach, his voice deep enough that you swore you could feel it. Despite this confusion floods through your mind.
“What brought this up? What’s wrong?” Wonwoo shook his head, grabbing your chin and forcing your lips to part slightly.
“You don’t see the way that all of them look at you. You’re mine.” Confusion was an understatement actually, you were completely oblivious to what he was speaking about it. You didn’t have to think about that much longer because Wonwoo was leaning in, connecting your lips and kissing you so deeply that all you could think about was him. Wonwoo let his hand fall from your jaw, grabbing your leg and lifting it up, giving him enough space and leverage to grind against you, causing your head to fall back against the door as you let out a loud moan. “So loud baby. Want everyone to hear you?” You didn’t even have time to think about his rhetorical question before letting go of your wrists, sliding his hand underneath your skirt, rubbing your clit in the most delicious way possible. Wonwoo took advantage of your exposed neck, sucking on it aggressively, darkening your past bruises plus making new ones high enough that there was no way you would be able to cover them. Another moan just as loud as the first left your mouth, right when someone knocked on the door, causing you to jump and quickly push Wonwoo away as you tried to fix your clothes. Wonwoo only smirked before pulling you behind him, opening up the door with the ease of someone who was expecting a guest.
Minghao was the poor innocent soul at the door, face bright red as he made eye contact with you, who was still trying to fix their clothes. “Manager said we’re leaving soon, and you still have to give the outfit back to styling.”
“We’ll be out soon. Thanks The8.” Minghao nodded quickly, turning on his heel and making his way back down the hall.
“I can never face him again.” Wonwoo turned around, shaking his head at your whining. “What if he tells the others what happened?” Wonwoo only shrugged his shoulders before fully opening the door, holding his hand out to you, you grabbed it allowing him to lead you back to their dressing room.
“Then they know you’re mine.”
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You wished that was the end of it, but the day wasn’t over. Recording ended at 7 pm, and the boys were sweaty, all of their energy was expended, and they just wanted to unwind after hours of recording and rerecording whenever they messed up the script, or whenever the inflatable obstacle course decided to deflate due to the stress of having 13 grown men on it all at once. Now they were slowly making their way back to the sixth floor after their showers, feeling fresh and rejuvenated just in time. Dino was the last one to make their way back into the dorm, hair still soaking wet and dripping onto his shirt, sitting down on the floor right when you finished unpacking the food that luckily only got delivered five minutes before the boys started trickling in through the front door.
All of the boys thanked you, happily piling the food into their bowls and shoving it in their mouths, munching away on their noodles, dumpling, and various forms of meat that you had bought - knowing that if you didn’t Hoshi would eat it all. The boys for once allowed you to relax, taking away all of the bowls and leftovers, tucking them into the refrigerator before settling in to watch a movie. You were curled up on the floor beside Joshua and Jeonghan, a blanket curled around your shoulders while you sat in between Wonwoo's legs, placing your head on his thigh.
You were barely a quarter into the movie when Wonwoo stood up, not sparing anyone a spare glance as he walked into his and Mingyu’s shared room. Ever since the bathroom incident Wonwoo’s been acting weird, not touching you, and just sitting quietly by himself. This was the first time you’d be able to talk to him alone since he’s started acting this way, so you quietly followed him. None of the boys even looked your way, Jeonghan slid into Seungcheol seat quietly, laughing at a pouting Joshua who got pulled down before he was even able to think about sitting there.
Closing the door quietly behind you, you were met with Wonwoo sitting on the edge of his bed, leaning back on his elbows. Eyes following you as you walked closer to him, he didn’t even give you a chance to speak before he was making demands.
“On your knees. Now.” You quickly listened to him, placing your hand on your thighs as he sat up leaning forward. “My pretty girl.” Wonwoo cupped your cheek, tracing his thumb over your bottom lip. “But so fucking naive.” Wonwoo crouched down, tugging at the bottom of your shirt before tsking.
“Stand up and take your clothes off.” You stood up, quickly tugging off your shirt, and shirt. Before you could pull down your panties, Wonwoo stopped you. “Keep them on. Back on your knees.”
That’s how you got into your current position. Squeezing your thighs together, wiggling in a desperate attempt to relieve the growing pressure. You could only whine while watching Wonwoo, his cock glistening from his precum as he slowly worked over it. The boys had started another movie, and from what you heard a few of them had left, but you weren’t sure who. You didn’t care who left either, just wanted Wonwoo.
“Wonwoo.” He only chuckled at your whining, working over the head of his cock with his palm, sighing as he tossed his head back, not even bothering to acknowledge you. Your knees were starting to hurt, they were getting rubbed raw, and you were positive you had completely soaked through your panties, that were starting to stick to your pussy lips. Leaning forward you placed a kiss on his inner thigh, smirking at his sharp intake of air. You continued to place more kisses along his thigh, you were so close to his cock when he grabbed your hair with your free hand. Pulling your head back, and forcing you to look up at him.
“You still think you deserve my cock? My dumb little slut, who had her breasts all out, showing everybody her nipples and pretty panties wants my cock?” You tried to nod your head but his grip only tightened, causing you to let out a whimper as you felt your clit throb. “Showing off all day for the boys. And you still think you deserve my cock?” Wonwoo laughed before releasing your hair, causing a quiet whine to lean your lips. “Color?”
“Green.” Wonwoo nodded his head before cupping your cheek sweetly, you knew this was your punishment but his sweet actions distracted you from that, only wanting to feel his lips on yours.
“Lay on the bed baby.” Wonwoo stood up, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding his shorts. By the time he turned back around you were laying on the bed, head on the pillows and legs parted showing off the dark wet patch on your underwear. Wonwoo had to remind himself that this was your punishment, when you were looking at him so sweetly. Sitting on the bed Wonwoo ran his hands up your inner thighs, feeling that you shivered from anticipation. Pulling your panties to the side Wonwoo whistled. “Look how wet my baby is for me. My little slut is so wet and I haven’t even touched you.” You whined as he rubbed his thumb over your clit, hips bucking from the slightest amount of pleasure. Another chuckle left his mouth as he ran to fingers through your folds, pulling them away and seeing your arousal coating them. Placing them in his mouth, Wonwoo held back his moan. Removing his fingers he circled the now spit covered digits around your hole, causing you to clench around nothing.
Leaning down he settled himself between your legs, a hand on either thigh to keep them separated, and placed a long lick from your hole up to your clit. You couldn’t control the loud shriek that left your mouth, as your hands dropped down to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair.
“Wonu.” Your head dropped back as you felt his tongue spreading your lips, lapping at your hole as his nose brushed over your clit. He was quick to set a pace, one that made your toes curl and if it wasn’t for his hands holding your thighs they surely would’ve closed around his head. Your back arched off the bed as Wonwoo continued to eat you like you were his favorite meal, which quite frankly you were.
Your first orgasm caught you by surprise, not giving you any time to ask for permission before you were cumming with a loud moan and tight grip on Wonwoo’s hair. Wonwoo didn’t seem to care that you came without permission, he was too busy eating you out, continuing his ministrations even as your thighs started to shake on either side of his head and you were begging him to stop. He knew that you didn't truly mean it, and he wasn't going to stop until you cried or used your safe word.
nari-note: ay yo bias check! continuing this series with Seonghwa...may have gotten carried away for the nsfw part gif creds go to @choisans
Hear me out I think he would actually be one of the more shy or reserved members when initially warming up to his crush
He’s so respectful and sweet and looks at you with those Eyes
Attentively listens to every word you say and would sneak glances at you when you’re in the room together
Connects with you through acts of service or focusing on shared interests, so definitely not the type to make bold moves and hit on you right off the bat
Does the most to “coincidentally” be in the same shared spaces to have opportunities to be with you and strike up conversations
Very clear and direct with his feelings for you. He won’t play mind games, and you will know exactly where you stand in his life
As in you are very, very important to him
He’s ESFJ, and this shows. He’s pretty organized in how your relationships develop because he plays it safe by following established dating rules and traditions
That being said, will absolutely be the first to confess
Or like suck in his nervousness and just make a move if he has some knowledge that you’re interested as well
He’s a little more traditional like that
Often will be the initiator in the relationship once he works up the courage to do so and also knows pretty well that you reciprocate his feelings
Pretty protective of you
The type to get jealous more easily but isn’t toxic about it because he isn’t afraid to speak about his feelings to you honestly and kindly
Sees confrontation as a method for the two of you to problem solve together like the king he is
Suuuuper loyal
He makes it so clear to you that he only has eyes for you so trust building starts off early and strong in the relationship. Not afraid to say cheesy shit to communicate this.
Likes seeing you blush hehe
And a whole sweetheart!
He truly goes out of his way to try and make your day better through little acts of service whenever he can
Remembers the smallest details about you and always make you feel heard and understood in conversations
The type to pat your head constantly
The type to hold your hand, rub his thumb gently across the back of it, and then press a kiss against it while looking into your eyes to see your reaction
But also a little savage at times, although it’s really playful
Loves bantering that leads to him holding your cheeks and kissing your pouty lips
Loves talking to you about your days while you lay on his chest
just imagine his soft, deep voice and the way his chest gently rumbles as he laughs at your silly jokes <////33333
A gentleman!! Big on paying for your meals, holding doors open, keeping an eye out if you get cold or feel uncomfortable, he’s just so wholesome and caring
Tends to give pricier gifts
He’s really romantic. Likes planning out dates in advance, and he will lean towards dinner dates, beach walks, and other traditionally romantic activities when he’s choosing what to do.
Loves taking care of you so much :’’))))
To be honest might nag you or gently scold you if you aren’t taking care of yourself or being careful of your health
Always there to listen to your problems
Shares his advice even if you didn’t ask for it, he likes being able to help out and empathize with you
But also take care of him!
He can and will pull out aegyo. A lot.
Whipped for your compliments! The type to make a mental note of whatever you compliment him on, whether it’s a look or an action, and makes sure to do it repeatedly just because you like it and he likes you and he wants to be liked by you so much, simple as that
A lot of smiling into soft kisses
Likes for you to kiss him all over the face while you both innocently giggle
He’s obsessed with kissing you
Even if it's for a second, like the two of you are last to leave the room, he’ll be sure to grab your arm gently and give you a quick peck before grabbing the door for you and ushering you out
Likes the feeling of completely capturing your mouth, feeling your lips pressing hard against his pillowy lips
Cups his hands to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss
Type to rub his thumb gently across your cheeks as the kisses get more passionate
Um he is obsessed with french kissing you
But not sloppy/messy about it at all
He’s a really, really good kisser no cap
You really see his duality up close and personal. Like one moment you are smiling through kisses and telling each other how much you love each other, and the next moment he’s stifling your moans with his tongue exploring your mouth
NSFW after this
Soft dom
Total service top, his number 1 goal is to please you
Very affectionate and sensual, just wants to make you happy in more intimate settings
Type to let makeout sessions get carried away so fast
They get super heated up 90% of the time, and usually leads to more
More as in he has a pretty high sex drive/gets horny a lot and will make sure you have the time of your life every damn time
Oral fixation wbk
Eats you out at any given opportunity, literally as long as he can lay you down on a comfortable enough surface, he’s good to go
lil exhibitionist
His favorite position is grabbing at your thighs, face buried between your thighs, tongue swirling away at your clit, letting you squirm and rut your hips against his flicking tongue, your hands interweaving into his hair as you moan and whimper as he fucks you out with just his tongue
Nothing makes him more proud than seeing you squirt
Which you do quite often once he introduces his fingers to the mix
Likes teasing you by showing clips of his performances he finds on the internet. Because this mf started mimicking the way he would eat you out on stage during his center parts
Pauses at a particularly sinful expression, eyes are extra glazed, tongue in the middle of slowly tracing a figure eight into the air, and whispering into your ear:
“Right here, all I need to think about is how fucking good you taste.”
Likes watching your lips part and cheeks flush
He knows you’re thinking about him doing that to you, just the way he wanted
jump him
Also loves it when you look up at him with wide eyes when you go down on him, just not as much as how much he loves looking at your expression as he pressing his tongue into your clit in hard, flicking motions to see you become undone
Really into face sitting
Growls
Like he growls into you
As in when your thighs start shaking and he’s getting coated in your slick, he just starts growling and gripping tighter and tighter because he’s just so excited to see you cum
Whew
Has his hard dom moments quite often too
sir/master/daddy/oppa kink. choose your fighter.
Speaking of fighting, he has good stamina
Usually already tries to go a few round but will purposely overstimulate you when he’s in hard dom mode
Type to relentlessly target your most sensitive pleasure points while railing into you so your walls are just repeatedly spasming around his cock as he pounds into you until he cums
Breeding kink :) Likes cumming into you :) Likes watching his cum drip out of you :) Likes playing with it :) Likes fingering it back into you :)
“Cum one more time for me,” Seonghwa grunts, his hot breath hitting your swollen lips as he watches a tear roll down your contorted features. “Good girl,” he cooed as he thrusts three fingers into you in a brutal pace, the load he left in you squirting out onto the sheets, droplets hitting your thigh. “You’re doing so good for me” :)
When he’s feeling particularly in the mood, will fuck your mixture of cum back into you with his tongue
Then shoves his tongue, glistening with all of the cum, into your mouth for one final, steamy make out session
Pulls away from the messy ass kiss with saliva (maybe even mixed with a little bit of cum) stringing between your lips to see you deep in subspace
Smirks and chuckles at your fucked out expression
Bitch one time he spat the cum mixed with his saliva into your mouth and needless to say he was so turned on that you cummed, and tasted it, just a few more times that night
He’s not as into toys or bondage, prefers to wreck you by himself
Has a corruption kink
Gets off on you getting kinkier and discovering new things about yourself under his touch
Also has his sub moments if you just ask hard enough, but pretty rare
Let’s you top him but he’s usually still in control
Just wants you to be happy at these moments
Will guide your hips if you slow down/fuck up into you if he’s not satisfied with the pace
He’s a passionate lover
Redefines “love making” on special nights like anniversaries
Aftercare with him is top notch
Will draw a bath for you
Will carry you and offer you water
Makes sure you’re clean and comfy
Likes for you to lay on his chest
But also enjoys occasionally being the little spoon
in part of the adrenaline rush! collab hosted by @lucas-wongs + @ickjun
⇢ pairing: jaehyun x reader (f) (ft. other nct members + twice’s jeongyeon)
⇢ genre: fluff, angst, racer!au, best friends to lovers
⇢ warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions and consumption of alcohol, alcoholism, hitting rock bottom
⇢ synopsis: once a revered member of the racing industry, jaehyun has been living at rock bottom for the past few months following a tragic accident that effectively put him out of racing. it seems as though nothing would get through to him, not even you. will he ever break out of the constant loop of doubt and start seeing things for what they really are?
⇢ word count: 8.04k
⇢ fic playlist: get you to the moon - KinaBeats ft. Snøw | Amnesia - 5SOS | You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift | Confetti Falling - Big Time Rush | Go Season - Devin Bronson (highly recommended for the racing scene) | Love Story - Taylor Swift
⇢ a/n : unedited! also posted on this account because I’m considering merging my nct account with my tbz writing blog also PLEASE check out the other writers’ works ^^ we’ve all worked hard on our fics
“Jaehyun, you’re ruining yourself.”
The dim room reeked of stale alcohol and something mouldy as the empty beer bottles that littered the floor clanged noisily against the surrounding furniture, leaking golden yellow liquid all over. Old, worn clothes were draped everywhere, stained and darkened with murky stains while the battered television flickered weakly to live, showing nothing but static. The walls were streaked and striated with scratches, as if someone had just been clawing desperately at them and on the floor amidst the empty glass bottles, were pieces of scrap poster paper. Sunlight peeks in through the drawn blinds, giving a teasing glimpse to the bustling outside world from the sad, decrepit apartment Jaehyun lived in.
Sprawled on the couch with nothing on except a wrinkled pair of jeans, Jaehyun’s eyes were devoid of emotion - blank and dazelike. In his hand, his fingers held on limply to the neck of yet another bottle of beer, possibly his nth for the day. His usually shiny hazel brown hair was greasy with filth and his bare chest was sticky with sweat from being cooped up all day in this tiny, stuffy apartment of his. His jawline was starting to grow a hint of stubble given how much he’d completely let himself go and dark circles were appearing underneath those intense eyes of his.
Slowly, Jaehyun lifted his gaze from the floor to look at you, the first flicker of emotions that he’d ever displayed in the whole day. You stood before him, arms akimbo, your gaze sharp and piercing. He smiled, a smile that held no mirth or happiness.
“Oh, you’re still here.”
You shook your head, ripping the bottle of beer from his grasp. As you approached, the bottles, clothes and torn pieces of paper on the ground almost made you trip and you tutted under your breath.
“Of course I am. I’m your best friend who is somehow still here with you. Best friends help each other.”
He chuckled nonchalantly, waving his hand at the door. “Well, feel free to leave then. I don’t need your help.” His eyes held a hint of anger as he did, something that did not escape your notice.
“Jaehyun,” you said softly, placing the bottle on a nearby table as you dread what was to come next. “Please, not this again.”
Your words only served to fuel the fiery spark of anger in his eyes as he said in a barely controlled tone, the irritation radiating from him in ripples that threatened to evolve into waves, “Why not? I’m a fucking wreck and a loser anyways. Leave like everyone else did. Leave like…” His voice wobbled, “leave like Jeongyeon did.”
Your heart fell and it took almost a godlike willpower not to let your emotions show. Was he still thinking about her?
“Jaehyun-”
“What? Are you gonna say I’m not a loser like you always do? Cut the fucking lies. Everyone out there is saying the same thing, what makes you think you can convince me that you’re not thinking it either? Hm?” He spat, the drowsiness in his demeanour dissipating fast as red hot anger replaced it. There was so much internal frustration within Jaehyun that just seeing him like this was enough to break your heart. It was one thing to see him in this terrible state but it was quite another to see him directing his anger towards you.
You drew in a deep breath, trying to calm your pounding heart and to stop the tears that pricked at the corner of your eyes. Having been there with him every step of the year ever since the both of you were children playing and horsing around the neighbourhood, you found yourself desperately missing those much simpler times and wondering how things became so wrong.
For as long as you could remember, Jaehyun had always been interested and had a natural flair for racing. There always existed a competitive streak in him that thrived off a challenge. It didn’t matter what it was, as long as it was a game that could have a clear winner or incited competitiveness, he was all up for it. As kids, the two of you used to compete over everything, be it for the last popsicle in the convenience store down the street or past the gates of your school. It was as if racing was something he needed in order to live. It wasn’t until sophomore year of high school did Jaehyun decide to take his love for racing to a professional level. He began to dive deep into the motorsport industry, starting out as a mere rookie in auto racing. He never did apply to college, preferring instead to invest all his time into his newfound life career.
His rise to fame was quick, quicker than most. Within his first year, he had won a number of races, beating even some of the well known names in the sport. Every other month, he was winning trophies and exorbitant cash prizes which in return earned him the recognition of famous sponsors and racers. Bumper stickers from the various sponsors decorated the back of his ride and it was no time at all before Jaehyun began to don some of the most expensive sports gear on the tracks. With his smouldering good looks, he also appeared on the front pages of magazines and newspapers, all while attracting a loyal fanbase made up of both racing enthusiasts and adoring admirers.
To everyone else, he was the suave, handsome and effortlessly cool young racer who was practically born to race and to do it well but to you, he was your childhood friend… and your first love. In front of the flashing lights and cameras, Jaehyun knew his way around the crowd. He knew exactly when to flash one of his dazzling, dimpled smiles and how to work the crowd - it was just one of his innate charms. Yet, you knew that underneath that, that flashy, extravagant Jaehyun, was the Jaehyun you grew up with and had gradually fallen in love with.
As children, he was there for you whenever you needed him, always ready to lend a helping hand when he noticed that you were stuck in an unfavourable situation. You distinctly remember what had happened in second grade. It was a bright and warm summer’s day, the lovely scent of sweet peas floating in the air as the sun bore down on the earth. Pigeons flitted over the sidewalks, pecking at the cemented floor and the leaves of the oak trees that lined the streets rustled gently in the wind.
You fell with a loud and heavy thud on your bottom, feeling the leaves crunch noisily under your weight. Fear and trepidation coursed through your veins as you stared with eyes wide at your tormentors.
“Look at her, she looks pathetic. Do it, Johnny! Do it!”
A tall, hunkering boy flanked by his cronies stood over you, his dark, massive shadow engulfing you as you frantically scrambled backwards. Tears were beginning to stream down your face and a sharp pain shot up your spine with each move, owing to the impact of the fall. There were scratches on your hands as you dragged your palms over the rough gravel in an attempt to move away.
There was a malicious glint in Johnny’s eyes and his lips were curved into a devious smirk as he stared down at you, domineering and intimidating. The veins in his arms and hands were bulging angrily and as he clenched his fists, you felt your stomach sink. Your legs began to feel like jelly and your vision was beginning to blur from all the salty tears. You were struck with fear and the sense of helplessness you felt made you feel both ashamed and furious at yourself yet there was nothing you could do.
You held your hand up to shield yourself from the impending attack as the bully lifted up his fist.
“Hey! How about you pick on someone your own size?!”
The group of you turned to see Jaehyun, eyes blazing with anger as his chest heaved. His wind-swept hair hung over his eyes, a surefire sign that he’d run over and his cheeks were red from exertion. Even from afar, he was clearly no match to Johnny’s larger build, much less the whole lot of them.
“J-Jaehyun?” You spluttered, shocked.
“Who is this clown- Ow!” Johnny stumbled backwards as a rock pebble hit him on the head, promptly ricocheting off his forehead and bouncing onto the ground. His jaw was clenched in pain and when he removed his palm, a reddish bruise had blossomed and there was even a faint trace of blood. There was a split second of stunned silence before Johnny turned almost magenta with rage.
“GET HIM!” He roared and his cronies shook out of their daze, immediately going after Jaehyun who’d already ran a good distance before the reality of what had just happened set in. His mocking laugh rang through the afternoon amidst a cackle of profanities and threats yelled at him.
It was a laugh that remained in your memories all these years. It was a laugh that strengthened you, a laugh that spoke so much of willful courage and youthful rebellion which was everything you’d eventually come to associate with Jaehyun. That laugh was bright and so… him.
Yet now, you could see none of that playful mischief and vibrancy in those eyes. All that is left is emptiness.
“You’re not a loser, Jaehyun,” you began softly, “you never were in my eyes. You were a fighter.”
Those beautiful eyes you adored so much narrowed at you, his face twisted into a scowl.
“A fighter? Guess what, y/n?” He sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “I fought. I fought endlessly but did that work out for me? I threw in everything I could, every little thing. I worked hard and put in a hundred and one percent of my effort.”
You stared at him, your heart aching for him as a single tear began to roll down his cheek, tears of anger, indignation and pain.
“But did that work out? No, it didn’t. If anything, it left me a wreck. People out there call me a loser, a has-been and even my girlfriend has left me. It doesn’t matter how much effort I put in, how much I fought because at the end of the day, everyone is only here because of what they think I am. They saw me as a champion, an up and coming and the moment I wasn’t anymore, they all dropped me in a heartbeat. What are you waiting for, y/n? Why the hell are you even still here?”
His words echoed through the empty apartment and out loud, it sounded bleak, harsh and biting. His anguished voice tore at your heart and as each word left those lips, it felt like your heart was slowly breaking apart. Neither of you said anything for a moment, locked in a silent, unspoken fight as he held your gaze steadily. His eyes were cold and there was the look of a broken man in them.
“I am here because I love you, Jaehyun,” you said finally, your voice quivering. “I don’t care who or what you are and it pains me to see you tear yourself down like this because I know you are not the loser you believe you are. I don’t know how much of this I can take, seeing you ruin yourself.”
You can see the slight softening in his eyes and you gritted your teeth.
“I’m going to go. I don’t know when I’ll be back. I can’t see you ruin yourself and be able to do nothing about it. I’m not strong enough for that.”
With that, you left the apartment before he could see the tears in your eyes.
The miserable, empty can of beer clattered loudly against the hardwood floor, the sound echoing through the dank apartment.
Jaehyun barely lifted an eyebrow, his fingers growing slack without him even knowing. He stared up at the dark ceiling, a hooded look in those once bright eyes. The stench that hung around him was growing more intense by the day and it was reaching a point whereby he could almost smell himself but there was nothing in him that seemed to care.
Sounds of active civilisation outside drifted in through the windows and occasionally, he’d hear the honking of angry drivers on the roads or the laughter of children playing at the playground at the courtyard below. Normally, he loved waking up to these sounds or at least when he wasn’t off to the race tracks, when he was relaxing with a book in his hands. Now however, he found them irksome, irritating and he wanted nothing more but to block them out. He wanted absolutely zero reminder of the world outside.
Grunting, Jaehyun dragged himself off the couch. As he trudged heavily back to his room where his comfortable bed beckoned to him, he turned to stare at the large, imposing front door where moments ago, you’d slammed shut as you left him to his own devices.
Guilt tugged at his heart and for a split second, Jaehyun contemplated running after you. When you left, there was an indescribable sense of hollowness that engulfed him in a way that he couldn’t quite understand or explain. The apartment was filthy, dark and small but somehow with you around just a few minutes ago, it felt just a little bigger, a little warmer. As much as he hated to admit it, his heart was calling to him to reach out to you, run after you. The crumpled look on your face haunted him but he shook the thought from his mind.
It would be better if you left him. If you knew what was good for you, you would.
The anger in him was beginning to resurface at the thought of everything that had happened over the past few months. His career plummeting on a downward spiral right after his recovery, the exact opposite of what was predicted by his agent.
He was born to race, his family and his friends had always told him so. He knew it himself, he could feel it in his blood, his bones, his spirit. Ever since he was little, Jaehyun had known that his career would have something to do one way or another with racing. As a child, he loved running, competing but most of all, he loved riding in his father’s pickup truck on the way to school. He loved the way the vehicle would zoom past the streets, overtaking other vehicles and he loved the feeling of the wind against his face. He loved the speed and everything about cars or racing. It felt natural for him to pursue a career in competitive racing and a natural he was.
After getting signed with a racing company, Jaehyun quickly rose to fame with his numerous championships, bagging trophies, medals and cash prizes in almost every event he participated in. Sports magazines and reporters would clamour over each other to score an interview with him. People wanted pictures with him, wanted him to sign an autograph for them.
He was the golden boy in the racing world, an untouchable.
In the racing world, everything goes a mile a minute and nothing waits for anyone. After the morbid crash at the June Tokyo Prix, Jaehyun had sustained several fractures to his ribs and a severe concussion that left him in the hospital’s intensive care unit bedridden for several months. The pain was unlike any other and every single move hurt immensely but what suffered more damage than he did was his career and his relationships.
Within months, the racing career he had so painstakingly built up for himself collapsed before him. Due to long inactivity, brands and sponsors began to drop him, slowly at first then steadily one by one. He was also constantly under the media’s scrutiny for a period of time, their cameras and microphones thrusted in his face while he lay helpless on the hospital bed. The bright flashes blinded him and the loud noises made his head pound and even now, he still remembered how that experience was like, shuddering every time it crossed his mind. It had taken Jaehyun countless hours of physical therapy before he could even think of racing competitively again.
Yet when he did, he quickly realised he never could revert back to his old self, the one who got off on adrenaline kicks while zooming along the tracks at breakneck speed, the one who only knew what it was like to win. He was slower, less coordinated. His body could no longer take the pressure racing would subject it too, or at least not quickly enough for him to make a full, stunning comeback.
The tabloids and news had run wild with his fall from grace, writing up horrible, demeaning articles about him. His rivals had mocked him to his face and he could even sense the visible disappointment from his fans emanating from the stands whenever he’d lost yet another race. The thing that really broke the camel’s back however, was when his girlfriend Jeongyeon initiated a breakup.
Jaehyun had hoped that things would turn for the better, never one to give up. He’d trained tirelessly everyday, pushing his brittle body to the limit. He never let up on himself, gritting his teeth through all the physical and mental pressure he had imposed on himself. When the final text was sent, Jaehyun could remember distinctly how hopeless and distraught he’d felt. It felt like his world, the empire he had so painfully and relentlessly crafted for himself from scratch was breaking bit by bit. To add salt to the wound, the next time he’d seen her on television, her body was plastered against his biggest rival, Yuta. Her arms were wrapped around his and her lips pressing against his cheeks with no shame whatsoever for the interviewer interviewing him, no sign of the girl who’d once told him that she loved him with all her heart.
What was once determination and naive hopefulness soon devolved into anger and resentment. Jaehyun began to let himself go and the change was drastic. Where there once existed a time whereby he’d rise from his slumber early to visit the gym, he now regularly slept well into the late afternoon. His diet began to consist largely of takeout, junk food and alcohol and his apartment got more and more cluttered by the day. He’d stopped contacting his friends and family, ignoring their calls and texts, preferring to fester in his own solitude. It wasn’t long before an odour had started to emit from his place, a nauseating mixture of stale pizza, beer and pure filth from the lack of showers.
His appearance was also no longer polished, but rather haggard as if he’d aged five years in a matter of months. He was beginning to lose his fit stature, the healthy glow he’d once been prized on by magazines and gossip columns dimming. It got to a point whereby Jaehyun had begun to avoid looking at his hideous reflection in the mirror, his self-hatred growing with each day.
A poster of him in his racing gear and his race car was tattered and wrinkled on the floor, stained with ketchup and soda. Staring at it blankly with eyes empty of any emotions whatsoever, Jaehyun swiped it up and in a swift moment, he tore it up with a large rip before trashing it somewhere on the floor.
Flopping onto his comforter, he almost moaned in pleasure as he sunk into the soft sheets. Reaching for the air conditioning control, a loud smack on the ground roused him from his hedonistic haze. His hair was sticking up in all directions as he peered over the edge of his bed to see a picture frame that had fallen from his night stand.
Holding it in his hands, he looked at it with a nonchalant air.
It was a picture of the both of you a few years ago, back when he was just kick starting his racing career. He hadn’t yet made a name for himself then as the two of you leaned in for the picture.
You had on a bright, illuminating beam on your face, your eyes alive and glittering with happiness. Your hair was down, wisps of it framing your face as the sun brought out the colour and shine of it. Next to him, you’d completely dwarfed in comparison. He had his arm around you, bringing you to his side and from the picture, Jaehyun could feel a smile begin to crack on his face at the comical height difference.
He’d looked completely at ease here, carefree with the recklessness and restlessness of the soul beneath shining through his dark eyes. His hair was wavy, styled down in that ridiculous fashion he wanted so badly to leave back in high school. He had worn a dimpled smile on his face, the look of someone who knew he was destined for greatness and believed in it.
Jaehyun was about to put the picture down when something caught his eye. He leaned in closer.
There was something about you. At first glance, it would have been clear that you were smiling for the camera but upon closer look, it looked as if you might be smiling at him instead. Your smile was softer, eyes gentler from the first time he’d seen the picture. It was the sort of smile that struck him in his heart, the kind of smile that would make its recipient feel loved, appreciated.
“I want to be a racer when I grow up.”
You turned to Jaehyun, eyes wide as saucers as you popped the ice popsicle out of your mouth.
“Why?”
He shrugged, still struggling with the wrapper of the popsicle. The two of you sat on the wooden bench, side by side as the other kids ran around the park, playing rounds of tag while their parents or babysitters sat watching over them. The sun was glaring down on the earth and though it was a great day to go out to play and sweat it out, it was also a perfect day to find an excuse to buy popsicles with what little pocket money your parents had given to you two. It wasn’t an opportunity to be missed.
“I really like racing. I don’t know if there’s anything else I’d want to be,” he said simply, grinning as he finally succeeded in breaking open the plastic.
You tried to hide the blush that was beginning to creep up to your cheeks, looking away from him.
“My mom says being a doctor is good.”
As soon as you said it, you immediately regretted your words. Jaehyun scrunched up his nose in disgust.
“No way! It’s so boring. Do you want to be a doctor?”
Quickly, you shook your head fervently. “No!”
“Then what do you want to be?” He asks curiously, sucking on his popsicle.
You are quiet for a while as you ponder over his question. What exactly do you want to be when you grow up?
“...A writer.” You said finally and he swiveled around to look at you, clearly not expecting your answer.
“A writer? Hm, why?”
“I just really like reading. I want to write interesting stories that people will like,” you take a tentative lick of your popsicle, the icy, sweet taste of apple flavouring coating your tongue, “Like fairytales!”
Jaehyun broods over your answer, seemingly deep in thought. For a moment, neither of you say another word as you sit together under the warm, sunny day, enjoying your popsicles.
“I want people to like me too.” He says suddenly, his eyes shining. “People will like my racing! I’m going to be a racer and people will like me to win!”
He hops to his feet, his popsicle raised as he made his declaration. There is a triumphant, toothy smile on his face and he says it with so much hope and gusto that you can’t help but feel drawn to his driven spirit. For a boy of five foot, there was a lot of motivation and energy in him and there was just something about him that got you transfixed.
Under the sunlight, his smile seemed almost blindingly bright with the shadows highlighting the charming dimples on those round cheeks. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy and your heart began to pound. Your words seemed stuck in your throat and you choked out, “I t-think you’ll make a good racer, J-Jaehyun.”
You thought your heart might burst as his smile grew wider, his dimples making deeper indentations. It felt like the sun might just be a little too hot since your face felt like it was positively flaming.
“Thank you, y/n.”
Suddenly, something caught your eye and shakily, you pointed at him.
His smile dropped as his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“What?”
“Y-your popsicle is m-m-melting… down your a-arm.”
The elevator button made an uncharacteristic squeaking sound as Jaehyun jabbed repeatedly at it, his jaw clenched in impatience.
“Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up,” he muttered frantically under his breath, pacing the lift lobby. The red letters above the elevator were moving at a snail’s pace and it seemed as if it’s stopped to pick up some passengers on the 5th floor. How long does it take for people to move into an elevator?
Jaehyun groaned in annoyance as he watched the number on the display crawl up slowly.
This wouldn’t do. By the time it’s here, it would be too late.
Immediately, he sprinted for the stairs instead, his heart hammering against his chest.
There was great fanfare as the rowdy crowd erupted into raucous cheers, the large, industrial sized party poppers going off with a bang, covering everyone in glitter streamers and confetti. Cameras were flashing and clicking away at every corner while throngs of sports reporters flooded the holding area, all trying to reach the champions for their coveted exclusive interviews. Agents and pit crews were all celebrating with the sound of champagne bottles popping and yells and cheers of congratulations ringing through the air.
Jaehyun stood at the top of the podium, shooting the cameras his trademark stunning grin as he posed with his golden trophy that looked to be about the size of his torso. The racing suit he was wearing was uncomfortably hot and he wanted nothing more than to strip from it but the adrenaline and euphoria he was experiencing far surpassed any feelings of discomfort.
This was it, the taste of success. It was everything he lived for, raced for. This was why he always trained so hard, from dawn to dusk. This was why he put his own body through all those hours of endurance training, gym and dieting. It was all for this single moment of true bliss enjoyed and savoured after the extreme thrill of racing. Here on the podium, towering above everyone else… He was truly where he needed to be, where he was born to be.
As he stepped off and the bodyguards swarmed in to escort him to his own holding room, Jaehyun couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. Yet another trophy for display on his shelf back in his apartment. He didn’t think he’d ever get sick of it, the feeling of winning but then again who would?
Reporters were attempting to accost him at all sides, all screaming out the same old questions he had grown tired of early on.
“How do you feel after winning the prix for the third year running?”
“You hit a record timing today! How did you train for the race?”
“What do you have to say to your rival, Nakamoto who came in second this year? By a mere few seconds at that!”
Jaehyun nodded and waved at a few of them, still wearing a smile on his face but there was no answer evoked from him. He’d kept up a calm and cool demeanour throughout but once he was in his holding room alone, the moment the door closed shut behind him, he let out a loud, jubilant howl.
“Fuck yes!” He roared out in happiness before collapsing onto the couch, laughing to himself as he held his trophy above him. He badly needed a shower but he couldn’t care less, not with the trophy in his hands. Under the light, the gold shone and even as a seasoned racer, the excitement and happiness from winning never grew old. In the empty room, the victory felt even more profound, the reality of claiming the championships for yet another year sinking in.
He was in the middle of celebrating and basking in his own victory, he received a text.
Jy: how’s my man doing? congratulations on the win honey ❤️
Jae: thanks babe, it feels fucking amazing. you have no idea… also i missed you so much
Jy: we should celebrate. together, alone. tonight at my place? ;) we haven’t done it in awhile, i miss your body, your kisses
Jaehyun stared at the text. He should be happy, excited to see Jeongyeon again after so long. He had been so preoccupied with training for the big race that he’d barely had any time for her. He had missed her yet now that they were finally exchanging texts again after so long apart, he didn’t seem to feel the same anticipation.
There was something about that text she sent that seemed weirdly… detached. He had imagined their first interaction in over a month to be one that warmed him up in the inside, brought him to a whole new level of euphoria even after winning but if anything, this reality paled in comparison to the scenario he had looked forward to in his mind.
Jae: yeah sure
After pressing send, he tossed his phone onto the coffee table and rested his head against the velvety cushion of the couch. Somehow, that very short exchange with Jeongyeon had dimmed his excitement and readiness to celebrate.
His phone suddenly rang, disrupting him from the reverie he’d found himself in.
“Must be Jeongyeon,” he thought to himself and for some reasons as he swiped to answer the call, he found himself reluctant to talk.
“Hello?”
“Jung Jaehyun! I was watching your race on television, congratulations for coming in first yet again! You were terrific out there.”
Y/n.
Jaehyun smiled, feeling his heart swell at your words.
“Thanks, y/n. I really appreciate it.”
“How about we meet for dinner tonight? I know of this amazing Italian place that serves the best lasagna, your favourite! My treat too to celebrate your win, how’s that?”
At the mention of lasagna, Jaehyun could feel his stomach rumbling and his mouth watering. The tangy tomato sauce, copious amounts of cheese and spiced minced beef with soft pasta… He would absolutely be down for some well-deserved lasagna after weeks of feasting on plain, watery salads. Dinner sounded like a great idea.
“Sure, I- Wait, I can’t,” he groaned, suddenly remembering his plans with Jeongyeon. Plans he didn’t even particularly look forward to.
“Why not?” You asked.
“I um…”
Fuck, why is it so hard to say it?
“I have plans with Jeongyeon tonight,” he said, ignoring the strange pang of guilt and indignation that hit him square in the chest.
“Oh! Oh, uh… That’s completely fine. Don’t worry about it, we can always have dinner some other day.”
“Really? That would be great! How does next week sound?”
“Sounds good to me!” Even on call, he could imagine you bobbing your head enthusiastically like you usually did and that brought a chuckle out of him.
“Alright, I’ll see you then y/n.”
“See you! Please rest well, you deserve it.”
“Thank you,” he replied before hanging up.
What is this warm feeling in him?
Jaehyun raced out of the apartment complex, his eyes searching his surroundings.
The sun was glaring and he couldn’t see straight without squinting his eyes. He must have been a weird sight to behold - scruffy, pale from the lack of the outdoors and reeking of the garbage piled up in his apartment. An elderly woman walking past him tutted disapprovingly at his disheveled appearance, holding her nose as she did but Jaehyun didn’t seem to notice her. His mind was on something else, something more important.
A boy from across the street was staring at him with his mouth agape, looking like a deer caught in headlights as he shakily fumbled in his pockets for his phone. Jaehyun let his sights linger on him, wondering if he should have at least thrown on a coat but as he turned, he caught sight of a figure hanging by the bus stop, looking miserable.
He swallowed thickly, feeling the slight clench of his heart and without hesitating a single second longer, he made his way over.
The heart monitor’s methodical beating was driving him near insanity. If not that, then certainly the suffocating atmosphere of the hospital and the bandages wrapped tightly around almost every single inch of his body would. Not to mention the occasional undercover paparazzi who would try to inch their way into his ward.
Jaehyun stared up at the white ceilings, still as a plank. Every part of his body hurt to move, he couldn’t even turn his head without feeling a painful pounding in it. Sometimes, he would get dizzy spells so intense he actually felt nauseous. His appetite for food or anything in general had since plummeted. Everything, but racing.
He yearned to go out there onto the tracks, to resume his training. The Roman Prix is coming up in a month’s time and he was so far from ready. He needed to get out of this place as soon as possible, even if it meant jeopardising his own safety. His career mattered more than anything.
Jeongyeon hadn’t called either since the day he got admitted. Jaehyun had soon grown tired of checking his messages or asking his publicist for news from her, the feeling of disappointment felt deep within him. He closed his eyes, suddenly feeling a wave of fatigue wash over him.
There was a gentle knock on the door and as the door creaked slightly open, you poked your head in. Upon seeing him, you smiled softly and made your way over to him. Jaehyun watched you approach, his eyes following you.
You had brought along a basket with you, seemingly full of items. As much as he wanted to know what you’d brought, he tried not to look overeager. “I made you something special today,” you said, settling down and practically vibrating with excitement.
“What?”
“Tomato minestrone soup!” You exclaimed, uncovering the lid as the tantalising aroma of tomatoes and a medley of vegetables drifted in the air. Jaehyun almost had to restrain himself from moving, lest he shift a bone out of place somewhere.
Somehow seeing you had sparked a certain kind of joy in him. Maybe it was a sign nobody had really forgotten about him yet. He had watched his number of visitors trickle down day by day and now that it was close to a month since he’d been hospitalised, after the tragic accident, he barely got any. Perhaps three or four a week if he was lucky.
You, however, you were different. You visited him almost every other day, no matter how busy you were. You visited his bedside even if you were worn out from a long day of work, even when you had things to attend to, even when no one else bothered to. You would bring along snacks whenever you did or homemade get-well food like fish porridge or chicken noodle soup you’d whipped up yourself, though they might be far from the usual gourmet fare he was used to back when he was still active when he would go for exquisite dinner parties. Usually, you stayed for a substantial amount of time and sometimes, you even stayed the night.
Jaehyun didn’t understand why you would do all of this for a friend, a friend who never seemed to have time to spare for you at that. More than anything, the feeling of guilt in him only grew stronger with each visit yet he was grateful, extremely grateful. Your presence was like a warm ray of sunshine in this dreary hospital ward. Whenever you visited, he couldn’t help but smile even though he could not find it in himself to smile. But when it came to you, it felt natural.
“Y/n!”
At the sound of Jaehyun’s voice, you turned and even from afar, he could see your reddened eyes - a surefire sign you’d been crying. Guilt and anger washed over him in waves and he tried not to think how many times he had been the cause of your tears. If only he could turn back time, he would have shook himself for ever dismissing you so lightly like he did, before he saw the situation for what it was.
He was blinded. Blinded by his obsession for winning, fame, glory and pleasing the wrong people. In a way, it felt like a fog had been lifted before him and now that he could see, think, feel clearly… He wasn’t going to let the right person out of his grasp. The person who loved him unconditionally, not just for his fame and achievements. The person who stuck with him through thick and thin but he was just too daft to notice it. The person who always felt like home whether he knew it or not.
You.
“Jaehyun? W-What are you…” You spluttered, desperately trying to wipe your tears from your face as you stared up at him.
It took a couple of seconds for him to regain his breath, his face turning red from embarrassment and exertion. He should really start leaving those beers and junk food alone.
“I…” He panted, both out of fatigue and relief, “We need to talk.”
“Jung is getting closer, any minute now Hendery!”
“I don’t believe this! Are we looking at a potential comeback for this prix? Push, push, push!”
“It seems like we might be! Here he comes! He is absolutely mad!”
The nascars zipped along the race tracks, smoke and some bits of burnt rubber and chipped metal trailing along its wake. They were a blur of colours to the spectators, who were practically glued to their seats as they watched the race reach its climax. A massive telescreen was displaying close ups and the ranking board with huge overhead lights that illuminated the stadium. The crowd was growing wilder by the second as the racecars zoomed past them, their attention fixed on one racer in particular.
The sleek nascar was streaked in royal blue and crimson red over a metallic black base, looking almost purple and black with how fast it was flying across the tracks. The wheels were spinning so fast that the friction between the tough rubber tire and the rough granite almost lit up the tracks. It was charging forward with a steely determination and ruthlessness, closing in rapidly on a green and white nascar ahead of it.
The adrenaline coursing Jaehyun’s veins was unlike any other. The thrill he got from racing could practically send him into an all time high and a cunning grin tugged at his lips as he stepped his foot down hard on the pedal, his hands gripping tightly onto his steering wheel. Rounding around a bend, he clenched his jaw as he pushed his body weight to the left, the muscles in his abdominals and biceps flexing and straining against his racing suit as the car drifted across the tracks in a perfect arc.
“Did you see that perfectly executed drift?! Insanity!”
“Jung is absolutely on fire!”
The thunderous cheers of the crowd and the loud hum of the race cars racing across the tracks faded into the background as he kept his eyes trained steadily forward. Any time now…
“Watch out, Nakamoto,” he whispered under his breath.
Steering his wheel sharply and accelerating much to the crowd’s excitement and trepidation, his race car was now driving side by side along Yuta’s. For a split second, the two turned to look at each other through the window and even though there was no way of seeing the other’s face through that helmet, something in Jaehyun told him that his rival was angered, shocked and… Fearful.
Jaehyun grinned beneath his helmet and without a second thought, he zipped forward, leaving Yuta behind in the smoke.
“He’s going for it, he’s going for it… Wait for it… And he crosses the line! The legend has reclaimed his spot on the top!”
“And that is how you execute one of the greatest comebacks of all time, ladies and gentlemen. Jung has done what we believed to be impossible and dominated the race! I wonder how Nakamoto feels about that?”
The other commentator chuckles into his microphone.
“Well Haechan, if I were him, I’d be pissed off for sure! But I’d also be worried… So very worried.”
The crowd was absolutely wild when he’d disembarked from the car and as he removed his helmet, he was greeted with camera flashes all around him. He shook his head, running a gloved hand over his hair and he took a deep breath. The air smelled of burnt rubber, smoke and… Success.
He had done it. He had made his comeback.
His pit crew made a beeline for him, slapping him on the back, their faces jubilant and lit with pure joy. His new manager, one that he trusted and helped him inch his way back to the top step by step, shot him a thumbs up which he nodded in acknowledgement as the crowd of sports journalists, reporters and photographers began to swarm in on him.
Yet, he paid them no attention. If this was three years ago, he would have basked in the glory, the attention but now he had greater concerns on his mind. His heart was pounding now for a different reason altogether and he could feel his hands growing clammy.
Jaehyun craned his neck and searched the rowdy media crowd. Where were you?
“Jaehyun!”
At your voice, he turned and immediately almost stumbled backwards as you crashed into him for a hug. The feelings of you against him sparked a joy in his heart, a joy almost greater than winning. He enveloped you in a hug, holding your waist as he nuzzled his face into your hair. Your scent of honey and jasmine was intoxicating, alluring and a welcomed change from the smell of smoke and rubble.
The two of you had been dating for about two years now, each day together better than the previous. After he’d caught up with you that day, it was as if you were seeing a different Jaehyun from the one you’d seen in his apartment. That Jaehyun who had caught up with you at the bus stop was the old Jaehyun you’d missed and it was as if a switch somewhere had been flipped. To this day, he had never admitted what changed while you were gone for those few minutes. He had subsequently apologised for everything he’d done, even things you didn’t see a problem with. It was shocking to say the least to see the unapologetic Jaehyun apologise for anything at all, but not more shocking than what entailed a few days later.
It started with a vase of luscious red roses being sent to your workplace followed by an invitation for dinner. Before you knew it, the boy you’d loved almost all your life was courting you with a passion. It felt like a complete dream, so much so you had been afraid to wake up suddenly and realise it was all just your imagination. He’d been more of a romantic than he’d let on and many times, you had found yourself completely smitten by his stunts that stretched from learning how to make homemade chocolates for you on Valentine’s Day knowing that you liked them, even though he was well known as a terrible cook to sending flowers up to your doorstep every other week.
Within a couple of months, the two of you were dating and deeply, wildly in love.
Amidst date nights filled with laughter and kisses, he had also been steadily climbing his way back up the ranks of the racing world. After ditching his unhealthy lifestyle he had been living for the past year, the change was apparent. He’d started hitting the gym, eating healthier and before long, he was in prime condition to start racing again. Training was long and tough but he never did give up. He was more determined and driven than you’d seen him and though the old Jaehyun would have been gutted at a loss, this new, better version of him never fussed over a loss of any kind, instead learning from his mistakes.
All of his efforts had led to this ultimate moment, the taste of victory on his lips.
You noticed he had been shifting uncomfortably and you looked up, puzzled and concerned.
“Jaehyun? You okay?”
He looked at you, his ears red, a sign that he was anxious, nervous.
“Jaehyun? What-”
Your words got stuck in your throat as he knelt down on one knee, the lights overhead bringing out the sparkle in his eyes and the shine in his hair. Those dark orbs were so full of hope, anxiety and love all intermingled in one and you found it difficult to believe that those eyes were looking at you directly, the emotions in them all for you.
Jaehyun withdrew a tiny, velvet box from his pocket and popped it open. In the box, was a tiny diamond ring, glittering and absolutely regal. The diamond itself was beautifully cut and interwoven into the metal band with microfibres of white gold and it simply shone as the camera flashes went off. The crowd was going bonkers, screaming and cheering with wolf whistles.
“Y/n,” he spoke softly, his voice gentle. “You have always been there for me, always been my better half. We have been friends for over a decade and lovers for merely two but it seemed as if we always were meant for each other. It took me so long to realise that and there is not a day I don’t regret not realising it sooner. You are my everything - my past, present and future. Falling in love with you was gradual, unconscious. I guess my heart knew you the one before I even did. It started with me being in a dark, dark place where I drowned in my own self-hatred and insecurities. I was beaten, defeated and I just gave up. Where everyone did the same, you never did. You were like a beam of shining light, shining upon me and guiding me even if I didn’t notice it at the time. But when I did, you glowed even more brightly than I’d envisioned. I’d been oblivious to your beauty both inside and outside for far too long and god knows how much I fucking regret it. I’m different now though, because of you. I am the best version of myself right now because I have you in my life. You taught me how to love, allow myself to be loved. There’s no universe whereby I’d want to be without you. I can’t see myself without you in my life. I need you, I love you.”
Tears were beginning to stream down your face and the stadium had grown quieter, all tuning into what was happening.
Jaehyun looked up at you, hopeful and so full of love that you thought your heart might burst.
“So I guess what I’m saying is, will you marry me, y/n?” He asked breathlessly.
🍄 | genre: smut (18+ !!! minors DNI)
☁️ | pairing: Stray Kids Bang Chan x gender neutral!reader
🌿 | wc: 2.1k
🌸 | includes: public sex (library/restroom), sub!chan, dom!reader, anal vibrator, handjob (giving), orgasm control, cum swallowing, praise, degradation, humiliation, practically no aftercare... sorry chan
☀️ | synopsis: Of all the people to have a crush on you, it had to be the sweetest, most innocent boy in your class, didn’t it? Channie’s always so adorable and kind. There’s no way you’d ever be able to ruin him... unless he gave you the chance, of course.
Everyone knows Chan has a crush on you. He doesn’t hide it nearly as well as he thinks. He’s usually the cutest, bubbliest boy on the planet, but around you he’s super quiet and shy. Although that might seem like a detriment to his chances with you, his meekness only makes him hotter, or at least in your perverted eyes.
There’s something primal inside you. You see this adorable, sheepish man and there’s a demon in your brain that tells you to ruin him. From what you hear from other people, Chan is very inexperienced, which makes you want him more. You don’t want to scare him away with your despicably naughty thoughts, and yet there’s something in his eyes that gleams when you look at him, and you know he feels it too. In your head, his innocence is all a façade, and you’re the only one that he wants to put him in his place.
There’s no time for that now. Finals are coming up and you have to study. The crowded library has students and strangers at every table, some with friends and others, like you, alone. Lucky for you, Chan is sitting alone across the room perfectly in your line of sight. His presence makes studying easier just because whenever you want to take a break, you can look at his pretty face.
Chan’s eyes catch onto yours as you look at him with the primal hunger you assume he’s fearful of. His breath hitches, not expecting to meet your gaze, especially when you look so demented. He looks back down at his textbook, rolling his finger over the page while biting his lip, although you can’t tell if it’s an anxiety lip bite or a horny lip bite.
Chan meekly walks over to where you’re sitting while his eyes are aimed down the floor. His arm reaches out to you, handing you a small remote controller with no prominent markings to hint at what it’s for.
“What’s this?” Your voice is a soft whisper as you lean towards Chan to make sure he hears you. He bites his lip and walks away, sitting back behind the desk as if nothing happened. His nose is buried in his book again before you have time to fathom what’s going on.
Shrugging, you put the controller on your leg before going back to your book, reading through a few pages before you catch a glimpse of the mysterious controller in your peripheral vision. The ambiguity of the situation is giving you a headache, and Chan’s shyness isn’t helping at all. You know you won’t get an answer from walking up to him and asking, so you take the remote in your hand after setting down your book.
The remote has two arrows: one facing up, and another facing down. The only logo on the control says a brand name you’ve never heard of. Your thumb hovers over the topmost arrow as you internally argue with yourself whether or not you should press the button. As you apply pressure to the button, you look at Chan. If this tiny machine controls any sort of explosive, someone’s in for a surprise.
He shakes. He bites his lip and he shakes. That’s it? What is this?!
You press the button again, making Chan cover his face with his sweater paws. Another press and you hear his knee hit the bottom of the table causing the surface to bounce. His hands run through his hair before he puts them in his lap, looking directly at you as you hold the remote with a puzzled look on your face. His face is a bright shade of pink. You’re still having trouble connecting the dots.
Chan points down, signaling for you to press the down arrow on the remote. You press down the button three times, undoing the damage you had done with the three other presses. Chan sighs and begins to walk over to your seat again. The only difference between last time and this time is that there was an evident bulge in his tight pants.
Chan kneels next to your seat, lowing his head since he can’t look you in the eye after seeing how you were eyeing his junk. “You know what that remote’s for?”
His voice is so soft and gentle that it makes your heart flutter. Despite his... problem, you can’t help but find him painfully adorable. Not wanting to speak too loudly, you just shake your head and look down at him.
“Will you follow me to the bathroom?” Wordlessly, you nod, him taking your wrist in his hand and practically dragging you to the public restrooms that were across the room. You don’t mind being behind him, though. He has a nice ass! He pulls you into a stall, his back against the door. “Promise not to tell anyone?”
“Chan, just tell me what this fucking remote is for.” You hold up the remote, pressing the up button right in front of his face. Chan bites his lip as you hear a light buzz from down below. The cogs are turning in your head as Chan just stares at you.
“It’s to control a vibrator,” he whines, “so if you could turn it down so I could talk-”
“Well why would I do that?” You turn it up, pressing the up arrow four times before seeing Chan writhe and almost fall to his knees, his legs shaking as he cups his erection in his pants. “Tell me baby, why’d you give me of all people this remote?”
“Y-you’re hot, and you’re c-cool... and I like you.” Chan pulls you into a hug, his arms tightly around your waist as you hug his shoulders. His head is right on your shoulder, nuzzling into you while the vibrator continues to, well, vibrate. “Please fuck me, Y/n.”
“Pull your pants down, big boy. Let me see where this vibrator is, yeah?” He nods at your command, backing up off of you and undoing his pants before dropping them to the floor. His underwear is just plain white briefs, but you can see his cock pressed against his tight underwear, a nearly perfect outline of his tip visible to you. He pulls his sweatshirt down, covering his bulge as you eye it. “Hey, no need to be shy! Do you want to stop?”
“No! No! It’s just embarrassing.” Fuck, he looks adorable. “I didn’t expect to get this far, heh.” Chan’s little laugh is so cute, and you can feel your cheeks heat up. He sighs and pulls his underwear down, his cock popping out, fully hard and already dripping with precum. “You want to see th-the vibrator?” He turns around, hands against the stall wall as he bends over. You can see the vibrating plug in his ass, his legs shaking as he feels more venerable than ever. “Is this good?”
You don’t respond. Rather, you grope Chan’s ass, spreading his cheeks apart to see the outer part of the vibrator in all it’s glory. You can see the power button on the end, but there’s no way you’re pressing that right now. One of your hands leaves his ass and goes to his cock, stroking from the base to the tip like you’re milking him for his cum. His body gets a chill when your finger runs over his slit. He wants to moan out so bad, but being in a library bathroom, that might not be the best idea right now.
You turn up the vibrator more, testing it’s limits. Already on the 6th highest setting, you want to see how far you have to take it before he cums. Chan’s breathing is erratic and heavy as you continue to jerk him off. He looks so weak in this position, but you want to make eye contact.
“Sit on the seat, baby boy.” You back away from him and turn off the vibrator from the remote, all of the pleasure leaving his body at once. Although he wouldn’t dare tell you, he was getting close until you stopped. He whines loudly, a little too loud, and right after you shut the lid to the toilet, he sits down and spreads his legs for you to get between. The vibrator feels even deeper in his ass now just from sitting. “Good boy~”
“This feels so dirty.” Chan’s eyes wonder everywhere but your face. He’s too embarrassed to even look at you right now. On the other hand, you’re staring directly at his lips, his bottom lip slightly red from his teeth. As filthy as this is, you’re too aroused to care.
“You’re the slut that wore a vibrator to the fucking library.” You lean up to his face, putting your hand on his chin to practically force him to look into your eyes. Tears well as his embarrassment fills his body, legs shaking just from the dominating look in your gaze. Chan could melt just from your aura. It’s astounding to him, how drawn he is to you despite your disinterest in him. “Don’t you have any shame, Channie~?”
“Please turn up the vibrator.” Chan’s cock is visibly throbbing between his legs, the leaky tip begging to be touched by someone who knows what Chan wants better than Chan himself, you. You laugh like a villain in a cartoon and turn up the vibrator, going up to the 6th highest setting just like before. He immediately raises his hips off the seat before you push him back down by his shoulders, your lips finally connecting with his.
With your hands snaking down his body, Chan’s mind is clouded with this overwhelming sense of neediness and wordlessness. There isn’t a thought in this man’s head aside from his cock and how slutty it feels to get a handy in a bathroom stall. Speaking of which, how did you get your hand there that fast? And why does it feel so good?
Chan moans loudly, “G-gonna cum.”
“Already?” You sigh, your hand relentlessly stroking him while you spit on his dick for more lubrication since his precum isn’t enough. “Dumb boy can’t think of anything other than cumming. Just hold it for me, alright? Or else this is all the action you’re getting from me.”
No, no, no! He can’t ruin this. He’s waited what feels like millennia to finally be touched by you. Chan takes a deep breath and tried to control himself, part of his sanity returning to him for a brief moment before you amp up the vibe, still firmly resting in his tight little ass. Chan screws his eyes shut, certain that if he were to look you in the eyes in this moment, he’d blow his load.
“Fuck, you’re so cute, baby.” You’re basically drooling over the sight before you of the innocent Bang Chan letting you corrupt him. It feels way too good to be his first, like you’re guilty of a crime you don’t regret committing. “Good boy, such a good boy.”
Chan’s whimpers get louder to the point you have to shush him and remind him this is a public restroom. Despite nodding as if he understand, his sounds just get louder.
“You ready to cum now, cutie?” At your question, Chan hums a soft yes and continues his melody of whines. “Well, we wouldn’t want to make a mess, would we?”
You get on your knees and between his legs, your soft lips wrapping around the head of his cock as you continue to jerk him off. Chan’s eyes shoot open, the visual of your mouth on his cock overwhelming him, not to mention the increasing intensity of the vibrator thanks to your generosity with the remote control. Unable to hold it in any longer, he cums down your throat, the thick ropes filling your mouth with their bitter-salty taste. The taste doesn’t matter to you, though. You’re just happy to swallow.
As Chan catches his breath, you get off of your knees and rub off any dirt from your pants. “Give me your phone.”
“Huh?”
“Give me your phone, Bang Chan.”
“Alright...”
Chan reaches in his pocket to pull out his phone and hand it to you, not before unlocking it of course. You go into his contacts and add your phone number. “Text me sometime, okay? I’d like to play with you again, baby boy.”
“S-sure.” Chan awkwardly stands up before realizing his pants are around his ankles still. He pulls them up as you step out of the crowded stall, walking back into the library. There’s still plenty of people here, and they all stare at you as you go back to your seat.
Chan certainly didn’t help in easing their suspicions, his curly hair matted to his forehead from sweat and his pants laughably crooked.
Maybe next time you should teach him how to clean up after sex.
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A/N: This was requested a while ago and I hope you will enjoy it! I always welcome feedback of any kind! Have a good day x
genre: smut, optional bias (m) x reader (f), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation (a tiny bit), dom!bias, very lowkey roleplaying??, reader wears a maid outfit (not in a degrading way)
words: ~ 5.4 k
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People had told you over and over. Moving is a stressful, exhausting process. It would take a while for you to settle in. Until everything had found its perfect place, weeks could pass. At least that’s what everybody said. What they all failed to understand, though, was that being in love could make the most tiring experience fun. Was it stressful? Sometimes. Exhausting? Why don’t you ask yourself that, when you fell into bed like a walking corpse at night? But all it took was a glimpse at your boyfriend as he carried inside the box that said ‘anniversary gifts’ and it was all worth it. You were confident in one thing at least. In the settling in department you were both ranking foremost.
You had lived in the apartment for only a week, and you couldn’t have been more all-over-each-other. Somehow there seemed to be an unspoken challenge you had both taken on. Maybe you two could set a record for most surfaces in a flat someone could have sex on. Or perhaps you should have started marking the rooms and spaces you hadn’t been able to add to your list yet. There wouldn’t have been many left. At the moment, there was only one downside to being so head-over-heels in love. A lot of the boxes in the apartment had been left unattended, as if you only waited long enough, the things would start flying out of the cartons and miraculously sort themselves out while you could stay there, in bed with your lover between your legs.
But this wasn’t Hogwarts and you weren’t some magician. And so one rainy Saturday noon you decided it would be thatday. The day you finally put away all the things that were still in the boxes. Not that the day had been successful so far. It was 12 pm and you were in bed. The shower was running in the bathroom next door, and you wondered how you would convince your boyfriend and yourself that getting things done would be a worthwhile pastime. Telling yourself you would come up with a tactic with your eyes closed, you tricked yourself into daydreaming for a little while longer, cuddled in the blankets that still smelled like him.
When you heard footsteps approach, your mind snapped back to reality. He strut through the door like a nude model, searching for some clothes to wear. His smirk when he saw you eye him was prominent and made your stomach flip. It took every last will of yours to not ask him to come back into bed with you, forget all your earlier plans and live like you were the last people on earth.
“Do you want breakfast?” he asked, finishing his outfit by pulling a shirt over his head. “I’ll make you some.”
You hummed, starry-eyed at his perfection. “Thank you,” you said. Quickly, he kissed your forehead and then walked off, presumably in the direction of the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, at the kitchen table, you finally brought up your wonderful idea.
“I think we really should unpack some more stuff today,” you said, “Don’t you think?”
“You’re right,” he said, “We’ve really been procrastinating.”
“You can say that again,” you laughed.
“Although I wouldn’t describe our scientific research of the last few days as completely pointless.”
“Our what?” you asked. You were getting up to put away the plates of your late breakfast.
“Us testing which room of the house is the most fun to have sex in,” he stated, matter of fact. “I vote for the bathroom.”
“You just love the mirrors,” you grinned, and he mirrored it.
“I do,” he said. His arms snuck around your waist from behind. “Almost as much as I love you.”
“I love you too, babe,” you said, “You know, there’s one room we haven’t tried yet.”
“The office,” he said. You turned your head and you kissed him deeply. In agreement you hummed, your arms wrapping around him. He pulled you closer, hands ghosting over the back of your thighs and up to your hips. You felt like jumping onto the counter and having him there, again, just like you had done it two days ago. But then you remembered you had other projects for the day. If you gave in to him now, you’d end up back in bed for the rest of the day, probably. Guilt was already setting in at the mere thought.
“Wait,” you pulled away and said, “We have things to get done.”
His nod was dilatory but then he seemed to recall his own determination from around two minutes ago. You wished you could have motivated him otherwise, but you were already struggling to spur on yourself to be productive. Then, you suddenly remembered something. Your eyes must have widened in surprise because he furrowed his brows at you.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Stay here,” you announced, “I’ll make sure we get through with this today.”
And you were off to your bedroom. You pulled the box out from the far back of your closet. Memories flashed your mind, of when you and your boyfriend had been watching a show together. One of the characters had been wearing a provocative maid outfit, and you still thought about the way he had grinned at it, or how he had said he found it cute, which you believed translated to sexy, but he had been a little shy back then.
Long story short you bought one. And what better occasion to put it to use than now? You went all out, stockings and heels as well as your attempt at fixing your hair quickly, which you knew didn’t really matter, since you would want it out of the way if you were really going to be emptying boxes. You strut down the hall, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The black and white costume just about covered your ass, and on your chest was a cutout in the shape of a cat’s head. The ruffles of the material bounced as you walked, excited to see your boyfriend’s reaction.
“Close your eyes!” you shouted. “No cheating!”
“I never cheat,” he said. You rolled your eyes, remembering his video game antics from the past.
“Before you say anything…this is supposed to be a motivation for us to empty the boxes. If we do that, we can have our reward,” you said.
“What reward?” he asked, eyes still shut.
“Open your eyes and you’ll know,” you said. Oh, how dearly you whished you could have captured his face on camera.
“Babe…,” he said. Then his mouth just stayed agape, as he ogled at you shamelessly. Just because he could. Because he was just thatlucky to have you.
“Do you like it?” you asked.
“Yes. Of course I do,” he said. His tone was emotionless because he was way too busy sorting out his own thoughts in his head. “But do you really think this is a good idea? How am I supposed to focus on anything but you?”
“We’ll figure it out,” you said. “Don’t you want to feel accomplished at the end of it all? If we don’t start working now, we’ll just end up feeling guilty. Again. Come on, let’s do this.”
“Alright,” he said. “Let me have one kiss.”
You laughed and granted him that one wish. His lips lingered on yours for a while. You knew he didn’t want to pull away. Neither did you. But at last, he had enough control to remove himself from you. It was the office that still needed the most work to be done. Cardboard boxes were piled on top of each other, labelled with some sort of theme or room of belonging on the outside. When you looked his way, he was only eyeing your legs. But then you grabbed the closest box to you and handed it to your boyfriend, and he snapped out of his trance.
Believe it or not, there were up- and downsides to the maid costume in this situation. The pros included feeling unnecessarily sexy whilst doing an unbelievably humane task, not getting too warm since you were already wearing little clothing and having your boyfriend virtually drooling over your appearance. The downsides were mostly reduced to one word: heels. Climbing a ladder and balancing three boxes on top of each other in your arms was an arduous task to begin with. Now add the possibility of twisting your ankle on the top step of a ladder and crashing to the floor, probably breaking your back or worse. You really couldn’t endanger the prospect of the fun you were planning on having later by taking that risk.
That’s why you chose to abandon the heels somewhere on the floor about half an hour into the process. And you came to the conclusion that finally getting over and done with what you had been procrastinating for the last week wasn’t all that bad. You were a whirlwind, running from room to room to make sure everything had its place. At some point he had turned some music on, and it was making everything even better. After all this time, you finally had your own place to decorate however you desired. As you admired how nicely things were coming together, you hummed to yourself quietly.
You weren’t sure whether he was having as much fun as you were. Especially not when you walked past him in the doorframe, carrying four pillows. Your ass – maybe not all that accidentally – brushed against his front as you entered the room. Innocence and feigned ignorance were on your face but you noticed exactly the way his eyes dwelled on you for a little longer until he got back to work.
But everything you could do he could do just as well. Fifteen minutes later, you were occupied with stacking books onto a shelf. Wanting them to stand in a very specific order turned out to be more time-consuming than you had anticipated. You heard his steps behind you, assuming he was going to walk past you. Suddenly his lips brushed against your exposed neck.
“Remember this song?” he asked. You hadn’t been focused on the music for a while now, but of course you remembered. “Remember when I fucked you to the beat of this? Because I do.”
“Babe,” you said. There was a little part in your brain that had the glorious idea of him having you right there, against the bookshelf. You wouldn’t even need to remove your clothes. With him, it took nothing but a few magic words and you felt like giving him all of you. No. It’s not time for that yet. Your rationality vanquished that little avid thought and pushed it away, back into your unconscious where it had come from. It wasn’t gone yet, only not so urgent anymore.
“You’re right,” he said. “We’ll save that for later. Just wanted to remind you of how much of a good time we can have.”
You only shook your head and grinned as he walked off, pretending to be blissfully unbothered. What goes around, comes around, after all. And you deserved that for pushing up against him earlier. It took a minute and you got back to sorting your book titles. Time passed surprisingly fast when you were being productive. Box after box emptied itself, almost as if your wish for magic powers had become reality. But it was just two people, who were so excited about their reward that they forgot to even take a proper break in between the chaos. And soon you were down to the last cardboard box. It was full of decorations you didn’t need for the current season.
Just a few more climbs up and down the ladder to the very top of the closet and you were done. He stood next to the ladder, handing you the things so you didn’t have to go all the way down each time.
“Last one,” he said, giving you a box with holiday lights. Successfully, you placed it in its new spot. When you finally made eye contact with him, he was already staring at you like you were the only thing in the room worth looking at. To be fair, from where he stood, there wasn’t much left up to his imagination. With your stockings on display, his eyes could probably go all the way up to your garter belt.
“Is this angle too revealing?” you asked.
“Absolutely,” he said, making you laugh. Smirking, he took your hand as you stepped off the ladder. You stumbled into his body as you grinned at each other. You both had the same thing on your mind, without a doubt. It was like a little inside joke you had made up just now, making you flirt through looks and small touches. His hand rubbed the small of your back as he bent to your ear.
“My pretty maid, haven’t you worked enough for the day?” he asked. “All that teasing you did today must have been soexhausting.”
You nodded overly seriously, as if riling up your horny boyfriend was physically tiring work. “I hope I did a good job. Did I?”
“No one else could have done it better,” he said. “Now let me treat you, baby.”
You hummed with your mouth already too close to his to say anything. Then your lips finally crashed onto his. It was a little ridiculous how much you missed his touch after only hours of being without it. People had told you you’d get tired of being with each other all the time. But it had been years and you still wished you could have cuffed his wrist to yours because you loved him just that much.
Your tongues fought playfully as you pushed him against the closet front. Small noises came from both of your mouths, quietly agreeing that this was what you had been waiting for – more or less patiently. Your hands became busy with the buttons of his flannel. When you came across his bare skin underneath instead of a shirt, you smiled into the kiss. Every layer less to remove meant you were one step closer to what you wanted.
“We’ve never done it in here,” you muttered against his hungry lips. “That table looks nice, doesn’t it?”
He grinned. Your hands had already messed up his hair, but nothing came close to his dark eyes in moments like these. His look never failed to make your heart skip a beat while you wondered how you had ended up with the most handsome guy in the world.
“Will you think of us, if you ever sit there and work in the future?” he asked, leading you over to the office table. He dropped his flannel on the ground on the way.
“I always think about us,” you said. “But you can make sure this one stays especially prominent in my memory.”
“There’s nothing I’d rather do,” he said, and kissed you again. Your ass was backed against the edge of the table and one of his legs pushed between your thighs. It made you whimper quietly in anticipation. He touched the little part on your thighs that was bare, playing with your garters. With your eyes closed, his tongue on yours and his hands being so close but so far from where you needed him, your head spun with dizziness. He was like a drug, like alcohol dripping straight from his lips and the more you kissed him, the less control you had over yourself. His attention gave you loose lips and the impulse to be risky, all whilst feeling so high up in the clouds you weren’t sure you’d ever find your way back down. You hissed when he pressed his fingers against your underwear.
“You’ll keep the dress on,” he said. “Will you?”
“Of course,” you obliged. “If that’s what you want.”
“Good girl,” he said, and he pulled aside your panties to slide his finger over the slickness that had formed between your thighs. As if on command, your hips moved closer to his hand as you whimpered at the too gentle friction. All afternoon you had been thinking of his hands on you. When you had watched him peel away the tape from the boxes, when he was taking your hand to help you down from the ladder and when he had run his fingers through his hair absentmindedly – all you could think about was how much you wanted those hands to grab your hips and for him to have his way with you.
“Take these off,” he ordered. His stern but gentle voice turned your insides into mush. It made you behave almost like a robot, no ifs ands or buts. When you usually liked to tease him, you knew not to test your limits when he spoke in this tone. Your underwear dropped to the floor and you kicked it a few meters away. Again, his hands ghosted under your dress and found your center. You felt like your knees would buckle from the way he rubbed small circles on your clit. Moaning quietly, you wrapped your arms around his neck for support, leaning your forehead against his chest for a moment. You let out small huffs and whimpers against his skin and nuzzled especially close to him when he touched that one special spot for a few seconds.
“Look at me.” He watched intently as your eyelids fluttered like your eyes were going to roll to the back of your head. You tried your best.
“Put your hands on the table by your sides,” he said. You hummed in disapproval but didn’t dare say so. After all, he could have also told you to put them on your back. And holding on to a wooden edge was still better than not holding on to anything, when you felt like a child standing on its feet for the first time. When he hooked his free hand under your thigh, lifting up your leg a little, your grip on the table tightened. You swore under your breath when he plunged two of his fingers into you. He curled them, pushing hard against your sweet spot and you curled your back in response.
All day you had gone without any sort of attention, when your head had been so full of things you knew you could do with him. The most release you had gotten – which was basically no release at all – was from pushing your legs together tightly when the dirty thoughts had become too much for your brain to handle. You knew it was your own fault for setting yourself up with this challenge. But now with your chest heaving and your head feeling like a tsunami of emotions was raging inside of it, you didn’t regret it as much as you thought you would two hours ago. Maybe you should play this waiting game more often, instead of jumping onto each other any chance you got.
“You look so hot like this,” he said. At the sound of his voice your eyes opened. Those eyes. While they usually held loyalty and playfulness, they now only spoke of authority. He used his thumb to rub your clit whilst his fingers were still inside of you, making you feel like floating. You were his favorite sight, by far. Above all times he watched you, from waking up in the morning to falling asleep in his arms at night, right now was the most mesmerizing. Your parted lips were the entrance to heaven and the glow in your teary, desperate eyes was putting the evening sun to shame.
“I’m so close,” you moaned. Your chest was alternating between short puffs and not breathing at all. Maybe your brain was too focused on the bliss you were chasing to care about breathing for now. You couldn’t blame yourself.
“Don’t make a mess, baby,” he said.
“No, I won’t,” you said. “Can I touch you when I come, please?”
You gave him your most entreating eyes, knowing that even though he liked telling you what to do in the bedroom, not even the strictest boyfriend was immune to your puppy eyes. You suspected that if he had declined, you might have held on to him anyways. Too overpowering was the clamor inside your head that was telling you to be close to him.
“Only when you’re coming,” he said. “Not a second earlier.”
You nodded obediently as your eyes shut again. Good thing you were mere moments away from just that. His fingers moved quickly, now that he knew how close you were to your high. It robbed your breath all at once. And it did the job, after a short while. You whined and arched your back, your hands flinging around his shoulders. Your little noises came out muffled against his skin as you closed your legs around his hand. He barely moved his fingers anymore, but kept the pressure on your most sensitive spots, making sure you could relish in every last second of your orgasm. Only after a while your grip on him loosened, and you realized how your nails had been digging into his skin.
“Sorry,” you said, rubbing over the moon-shaped marks on his shoulder. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, baby,” he said. When he removed his hand, you shuddered one last time, but missed his touch already. His magic was always working on you. Even when he had just made you come, the mere sight of the bulge in his pants, ready to spring free, made you want to pull him right into your body again.
“You came so fast today,” he said. Softly, he kissed you, but you noticed the hint of hunger that he must had been feeling as you were coming down from your high.
“That’s what you do to me,” you admitted. “Do you think you’re the only one who felt tortured all day long? It was driving me crazy, too.”
“You seemed to have a lot of fun, messing with my head,” he said, smirking.
“You’ll find that it was worth it, after this,” you said. He raised his eyebrows in question. You were already stepping forward, dropping to your knees in front of him. Like a child on Christmas morning, his eyes lit up at the sight of you.
“Aren’t you the prettiest maid?” he asked, the question obviously rhetorical. To him, you were the prettiest person in the whole universe. You tugged on his pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear. Your mouth watered at the sight of his member, hard and red from all the waiting he’d had to endure. The way he looked at you from above made you feel small, but he stroked your hair out of your face gently and you knew this was exactly where you wanted to be right now, and any other day.
“Hands behind your back,” he said. You smiled and did as he said, holding your right wrist with your left hand on your back. He caught on to your reaction right away.
“You don’t even mind, right?” he said. You were already sitting straight, mouth open, your tongue protruding slightly. “You like it when I make it more difficult for you, don’t you?”
You only nodded and hummed a small yes, then he placed the tip of his dick on your tongue. At first, you only closed your mouth around it, not taking more of him. Your tongue licked over the swollen tip almost shyly. He groaned as he watched you test the waters. After all, he was the one who could control what you did to him. For now, however, he seemed to leave you your freedom to do what you felt like. You pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, licking over the tip ever so slowly. Then, you sunk your mouth further onto his length, taking as much as you could. It was so quiet you only noticed his uneven breathing as he eyed you from above.
“Shit, you’re so good for me,” he said. “Now stop with the teasing, will you? You know what happens if you don’t.”
You knew exactly. And so you shifted from your slow movements to quicker ones. You made sure to keep your tongue on him, especially when you moved your head away, swirling it around the tip now and then. His moans were music to your ears and only motivated you further. You had always loved his voice, when you sang to the song on the car radio or hummed his latest favorite song under the shower. But nothing compared to the way his voice sounded when you sucked him off. He seemed to be the most unrestrained then, not caring who heard him because he was way to obsessed with you sitting by his feet. The way he looked at you then made your stomach turn in pleasure. He didn’t even need to say anything or touch you. His overseeing eyes alone made you want him more than anything else.
His fingers in your hair curled, pushing your head further down on him. You focused on not gagging, your eyes closing. Tears brimmed behind your eyelids, but you were determined not to let them fall. Instead, you opened your lips a little wider and stuck your tongue out to make it easier for him to use your mouth however he desired.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, sighing in relief. You were awaiting treatment a lot rougher than the one he gave you, though. He thrusted into your mouth rather slowly, giving you enough of a break to remember to breathe. When you looked up at him with your sweetest eyes possible, his expression was a mix of strain and pleasure. You suspected he was trying not to overdo it just yet.
“Baby…can I fuck you or is that too much for you?” he asked. You perked up at his request. When you started humming around his length, he pulled away to let you speak.
“Please,” you said. “Fuck me. On the table.”
“Alright, my baby’s making the rules now, is she?” he said. “Come here.”
“I thought that’s where you wanted me to remember you, wasn’t it?” you asked, getting up.
“You’re right,” he said. You sat down on the edge of the office table with your legs parted for him to stand between them. Just once he kissed you. You wanted him to hurry, so you linked your heels behind his back, pulling him closer.
“Take me like a good girl.” He ran his cock over your slick folds, and he groaned when he felt your warmth on him. In response you nodded willingly, unable to wait a second more for him. Luckily, he didn’t plan on dragging out the anticipation any longer. With ease he slid into you, finding a familiar rhythm right away. As if you hadn’t just come ten minutes ago, you whimpered pathetically at the satisfaction. You leaned your weight onto your hands behind you, watching his cock enter you over and over. There was no limit to how many times you could have him inside of you. Every time it felt the same. Like he was completing you, all whilst simultaneously ruining you. His thrusts were sharp and as you raised your legs and changed the angle slightly, your eyes rolled back for a moment.
“Harder,” you asked, even though you were already overwhelmed.
“You want more?” he asked. You hummed a yes and nodded quickly. His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer to the edge of the table. He didn’t disappoint. He never did. Swiftly, he pushed your legs further open and pounded into you, making your body shake every time his hips slapped against yours. It drove you borderline mad. A part of your brain urged you to praise him, to let him know what he was doing to you. But then, those unspoken words between you were inconsequential. You didn’t need to tell him how good he was. He could read it in every part of your body. He saw it in the arch of your back, in your curled toes and in your lip that was captured between your teeth. He heard it in the way you moaned and said his name like he was your savior.
Plus, you would tell him all about it afterward. But that wasn’t what your mind was focused on momentarily. It was the way he hit your sweet spot every time and you could barely breathe normally amidst your whimpers. You hadn’t even introduced yourself to all your neighbors yet, but they most certainly had taken notice of your arrival in the new apartment.
“Can you use your hands for me?” he asked. “Show me touching yourself, baby.”
His words and the look of dominance in his eyes was all it took, and without second thought your hands went to your center. You sucked in a breath at the added pleasure. It was almost too much at first, but then you let it all in. Like a wave was crashing over you, your eyes closed, and you hummed from the intensity.
“That’s it. Make yourself come again,” he said. “You can do it again.”
“Yes,” you said, almost breathed with the weakest voice. Your body had other things to focus on at that moment, letting your vocal chords do whatever they felt like. You clenched your walls around him and the knot in your stomach tightened with every little circle you drew on your clit. His usually tender eyes were everything but that as he watched you revel in the pleasure.
“So fucking hot,” he groaned. You tried hard to uphold eye-contact through fluttering eyelids and furrowed brows. “Good girl, keep going. Tell me when you’re coming.”
You hummed a yes as one of his hands cupped the side of your neck, the other remaining on your hips so he could push your body against his own with every thrust. After all this time of being with him you knew what it meant when his moans became higher pitched and he seemed to not realize his mean grip on your skin – not that you minded. You loved seeing the marks he left on you, especially when you had nowhere to be the next days. It always made him hungry, when he saw the dark spots on your skin, like a fading memory of what you had done.
A curse fell from his perfect lips and his thrusts turned sloppy as he came inside of you. His face, all twisted in bliss and from exhaustion, was all you needed.
“Stay inside of me. Just for a little while, please,” you plead, fingers on your clit rubbing at the quickest speed you could muster. “I’ll come if you stay.”
“I’m right here,” he said, slowing his actions until he was just filling you up, but now moving anymore. “It’s okay. Come for me.”
Just having him there, stretching out your walls and making you feel so close to him was all you really needed. And his words of affirmation sent you over the edge in no time. It was a toe-curling, mind-bending surge that overcame you at your release. Stars danced delightfully behind your closed eyelids while you tried to process all of it. He gripped your hand that was touching your clit and pressed it down, urging you to go on for a little while longer. You whined in sensitivity, feeling like your legs would give in, even though you were already sitting down. For just another while, he dragged out your orgasm as you struggled to control your overwhelmed senses. He distracted you by bending forward and letting his lips graze yours.
“You did so good,” he said. “My pretty maid.”
You whimpered and then sighed when he finally lifted your hand away from between your legs. Only then you could scrape together some words.
“We both did good today,” you grinned. “And I mean not only the last half hour.”
“Agreed,” he said. “Tomorrow we could tackle those last boxes in the kitchen. What do you think?”
“Can the maid outfit make another appearance?” you asked.
“I was hoping it might,” he said, kissing you softly. Your tired limbs and mind welcomed his gentleness as your hands went to his hair. You could already guess how the next day would go, then. But truth be told, you didn’t mind it one bit.
