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Huntrixmas
for lovers who hesitate - e.seonghyeon
synopsis : After breaking your phone, Seonghyeon ended up lending you his MP3 player which he always carried around. But between the melodies that played through it were certain things he never meant anyone, especially you, to find out about.
.✦ ݁˖ pairing : eom seonghyeon x f!reader ── .✦ featuring : Keonho, Wonhee and Eunchae ── .✦ contains : fluff seonghyeon being shy ── .✦ wc : 1.8k
“I think I'm about to explode.”
You were walking back home with your friends Eunchae, Seonghyeon, Wonhee and Keonho after school.
“I hope it happens soon.” Keonho smirks at you.
“Why though?” Wonhee asked.
“Why not.” You replied. “Exams are coming up, my crush got himself a girlfriend, my other crush is moving schools, the teachers won't stop picking on me and my mom has banned unhealthy snacks at home for a month which basically means no snacks which equals to me starving.” You sighed in frustration.
“If you didn't have crushes on two guys at the same time, you'd have one less problem.” Eunchae rolled her eyes at you.
“How could I possibly choose between Jaehyun and Ohyul?!”
“Community hoe” Keonho laughs at you. “Just eat snacks from outside.”
“I'm broke.”
“The only problem you should be worried about are the exams.” Eunchae intervened.
“How come none of you guys want to explode.”
“We do, we are just not vocal about it.”
“Except Seonghyeon maybe.” Eunchae said, looking back at him.
Everyone turns their head towards Sean who was walking behind them with his earphones in. He was listening to music like usual on his MP3.
He suddenly stopped on his tracks when he realised everyone was looking at him.
“What?” Sean
“Seriously what do you listen to everyday that has you disassociating so much from reality” You asked him.
Every day while walking to school, during lunch breaks and while going back home, he always carried his MP3 player and barely talked to anyone.
“Good music.” He replied.
“I'm jealous of you.”
“Why?”
“Seems like you're not worried about anything currently.”
“Nah, twin got lots of stuff on his plate.” Keonho wraps his hand around Sean’s neck and continues walking. “The music just helps him forget it, right?”
“Yeah.”
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The next day you brought more complaints for your friends to listen to during break time.
“I broke my phone.” You sighed, munching away on the sandwich.
“How does everything keep going downhill for you?”
“I think she just attracts negative energy.”
“Maybe we should stay away from you for safety.”
“At least she still has a shot on acing those exams.”
“Her? Acing the exams?”
“Just because people say dream big doesn't mean you gotta dream the impossible.”
“If she aces all her exams I'll dye my hair.”
Such great friends you had who constantly gave you good life advice and motivations. You were truly grateful for their annoying presence.
When break was about to be over, everyone got up from their seats to go back to their classes.
As they all walked ahead, you and Seonghyeon were behind, together.
He was in another class but still cared enough to drop Wonhee and you off.
Just when you were about to head into the class, he held your wrist and put something in the palm of your hand. It was his MP3 player which was old enough that you had to press the buttons harder than seemed necessary.
"Take it."
You looked up at him, questioning the gesture.
His expression was unreadable as always.
"You said your phone broke."
"Oh. Right."
You accepted it carefully.
"I'll give it back tomorrow."
"Whenever." His answer was immediate, like he didn't care.
Then he hesitated.
A tiny pause.
"Just don't judge my music taste."
You laughed at his slightly embarrassed face. "I make no promises, princess.”
‘Princess.’ That was what everyone called him. No one could deny that he was one.
His ears turned suspiciously red.
"Whatever."
And then he was gone.
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That night, you were sprawled across your bed with your earphones connected to the MP3.
The music selection was exactly what you'd expected.
A strange mix of soft indie songs, with a bit of hip hop here and there and surprisingly Justin Bieber songs too. Chet Baker, J.Cole, Tame Impala, Effie, Oasis, his playlist had it all and it was really helpful to you.
After listening to about 12 songs and almost falling asleep, the sudden silence wakes you up.
Then a click.
A recording started playing.
"I think that pigeon has been following me for three days."
You froze. The voice was unmistakably Seonghyeon's.
"I'm serious. It was outside the convenience store yesterday. Today it was near the bus stop. If it appears tomorrow, I'm moving."
After a long pause, he continues.
"Actually, I can't afford to move."
Another pause.
"Maybe the pigeon knows that."
Click.
The recording ended and the next song began. Bad Habit by Steve Lacy.
You sat upright slowly after that strange recording.
‘What was that?’ You think to yourself. ‘Had he accidentally left voice memos on here?’
Indeed he did, very accidentally, because after two songs another recording started playing.
"2:14 a.m."
His voice sounded sleepy.
"You ever think about how fire based superheroes in movies are basically just government approved arsonists?"
Silence.
"I think humans would be happier if we just accepted Celestia from that cartoon my sister watches as our new ruler."
You heard a small yawn. He was definitely sleepy.
"Hypothetically speaking of course. Would be better if we were just horses.”
Another yawn escapes.
"Goodnight."
The next song started immediately afterward. Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter. That was quite the unexpected song after a weird rant. You laughed so hard you almost dropped the MP3 player.
The recordings kept appearing but not often enough to expect.
Just often enough to catch you off guard.
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"I saw someone carrying six loaves of bread today.”
Pause.
"I hope they're doing okay."
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"I accidentally made eye contact with a cat."
He sighed.
"It won."
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"Is it really that great being 190 cm?”
Pause.
“Fuck Martin.”
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Each recording felt like discovering a secret version of him, unlike the quiet Seonghyeon that everyone knew. The only time he wouldn't be quiet was while expressing his dislike towards things.
The Seonghyeon trapped inside this MP3 apparently narrated his life like an exhausted wildlife documentary.
It was almost 3 a.m. and you were getting sleepy, but of course something strange happened again.
You heard your name.
"Today Y/N laughed so hard she almost fell off her chair."
A pause and then the sound of fabric rustling.
"I spent twenty minutes pretending I wasn't watching."
"She looked happy."
His voice softened.
"So that was nice."
Click.
The next song began. White Keys by Dominic Fike.
You stared at the wall as your heart had completely forgotten how to function.
Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe there were only one or two recordings mentioning you. It shouldn't be too surprising since you were technically part of his everyday life along with Keonho, Wonhee and Eunchae.
That would make sense.
Reasonable.
Normal.
Except, it kept happening.
You heard his voice again.
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"Y/N lent me a pen today."
A short pause before he continued.
"I own six pens."
"I still took her's."
Click.
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"I think Y/N notices things nobody else notices."
A faint sound, like he'd shifted against a pillow.
"It's kind of scary, not in a bad way."
"Just scary."
Click.
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The recording began with several seconds of silence until he finally spoke.
"I almost texted Y/N."
A groan.
"Didn't."
"Very brave of me."
Click.
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You buried your face in a pillow.
This was bad.
Very bad.
Because every recording sounded like something that was never meant to leave his room. And the songs in between each of them just made you more emotional, in a good way.
Like thoughts spoken aloud because nobody else was there to hear them.
Raw and unedited.
The worst one happened near 4 a.m.
You couldn't sleep after hearing all that of course so you ended up staying up till morning listening to the music (and the short recordings you were curious about).
Lying in bed, you were listening to Tightrope by Zayn when another recording appeared at the end of it.
At first there was only slow and sleepy breathing.
"Can't sleep."
Several seconds passed along with a yawn.
You almost thought the recording was over.
Then his voice emerged again, thick with exhaustion.
"Y/N smiled at me today."
Silence.
"That was nice."
"Really nice."
The mattress beneath him creaked faintly as though he'd rolled over.
"I think I like- "
The recording was cut off abruptly.
The next song started. For lovers who hesitate by JANNABI
You sat straight up and rewound it.
Listened again and again.
Every time it stopped at exactly the same point.
"I think I like-"
End. Nothing else.
You spent ten full minutes staring at the ceiling after that and let the music continue.
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The next morning you were about to return the MP3 player and Seonghyeon held his hand out without looking up.
"Thanks."
"Mhm."
"Good music."
"Yeah."
You watched him carefully, still holding onto it.
"Interesting recordings too." You added.
The MP3 player nearly slipped out of his hands and you caught it immediately. It was back in your hands now.
The silence that followed was catastrophic.
He lifted his head slowly.
"What recordings?" He asked, looking skeptical. An expression he rarely showed.
"You know." You said as a matter of fact.
His face was drained of color. You could practically watch the memory hit him.
The voice memos.
The forgotten files.
The accidental confessions.
Every single one.
All at once entered his head.
"Oh."
You had never seen genuine fear in his eyes before until now.
"Oh no."
His ears turned bright red.
"Oh no."
"About the pigeon-"
"Oh no."
"The ‘Celestia being our ruler’ was kinda cute."
"Please stop talking." He buried his face in his hands.
"The bread recording was my favorite."
"Please."
He looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
You tried to hold back the smile while watching him. Unfortunately, he noticed. Which only made him look more horrified.
"How many did you hear?" He asked, taking his hands off his face.
You considered lying but your mind worked in its own way.
"Most of them."
The expression on his face suggested immediate death would've been preferable.
"Seonghyeon?"
"Yeah?"
"There was one recording that was cut off."
His entire body froze.
You watched the realization dawn on him.
Then despair.
Then acceptance.
The complete emotional journey in under three seconds.
"Delete it from your memory." He hid his eyes in his hands. Refusing to look at you.
"So there was more?" You teased him casually.
"Delete it."
You laughed.
His hand slid down his face.
Defeated and hopelessly embarrassed.
But beneath all of that there was a tiny smile threatening to appear.
Because for all the recordings he'd never intended anyone to hear and all the sleepy rambling and accidental confessions, you hadn't laughed at him.
Not in a mean way at least.
And somehow that seemed to matter more than anything.
"Give me the MP3 player." He said, putting his hand out again.
"Why?"
"I'm destroying the evidence."
"You absolutely can't."
"Y/N."
"No."
"Y/N."
“No.” You grinned.
His face immediately turned red again and this time, neither of you looked away first.
a/n : Guesswho wrote a sean fic instead of mean boys 😂😂honestly my first fic that i genuinely like too. This was so cute to write I stayed up till 3 am. I just needed to get over my shitty life situation right now and I think this fic helped. I hope it helps yalls too. When is it my turn to experience this lowkey💔 I swear I'll update mean boys one day 🤞 for now enjoy these other fics to distract y'all from baldtin x reader 💞
double take ꩜ kwon ohyul
IN WHICH a fellow schoolmate of yours visited your mother’s store w you not knowing he has a tiny crush on you… perhaps you do too?
spend the summer of lifetime with me ˖⋆ ❞
⠀ Author note :: yo first text fic kinda nervy… might make a part two if this does well! I lowk didn’t read thru this so if smth doesn’t make sense since this is all for funsies sorry ;-; hope u guys like this! Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!!
pairing ⁺ ⠀ non!idol ohyul x reader⠀
features lngshot, woonhak, eunchae
New Experience ft Chaewon
Chaewon x Male Reader
Part 2 of New Experience
11k words
Chaewon and Peter are a very well-matched couple. At least, that’s what people think about them. In reality, Chaewon has never felt satisfied with him, especially when it comes to sex.
Chaewon traced lazy circles on Peter's sweat-slicked chest with her fingernail, watching the way his skin dimpled under her touch. The ceiling fan clicked rhythmically overhead, pushing damp air across the sheets tangled around their legs. Peter's breath still came unevenly, his fingers twitching against her thigh like he wanted to reach for something but couldn't decide what.
"U still love me right?" Peter's voice cracked unexpectedly. He rolled onto his side, fumbling for the sleek black case on the nightstand. The metallic click of the latch echoed sharply as he pulled out the prosthesis, its silicone surface gleaming under the dim bedside lamp. "Even though my dick can't satisfy you."
Chaewon caught his wrist before he could strap it on, her fingers digging into his pulse point. She exhaled through her nose, watching his Adam's apple bob. "Yeah, I still love you," she murmured, thumb stroking the inside of his wrist where the veins stood prominent. "You made a good enough solution." The words tasted like cheap wine—bitter aftertaste, fleeting warmth.
Peter's prosthesis clattered onto the nightstand as she straddled his hips, her bare thighs framing his. The sheets smelled like sex and the industrial lemon of the hotel's detergent. "Beside the silicon penis enlargement," she said, dragging her nails down his sternum, "you allowed let someone join us." His breath hitched when she leaned down, her lips grazing the shell of his ear. "I still get to come. You still get to use me. Everybody wins."
Chaewon pressed her palm flat against his chest, feeling the rapid thud beneath his ribs. "You bring your cousin last week," she murmured, her breath warm against his collarbone. "You bring your athlete friend two weeks ago." Her fingers crept upward, tracing the hollow of his throat. "And many more guests you bring up." She let out a soft, breathy laugh that didn't reach her eyes. "All that guest make me orgasm, so thank you, my love."
Peter's grip tightened on her hip, his fingers digging into flesh still marked from their earlier frenzy. "Yeah, I love you too," he said, voice rough like gravel dragged across wet pavement. His other hand slid up to tangle in her hair, tilting her head back just enough to expose the fading bruises along her neck. "I like the way you cum on others' cocks," he admitted, thumb pressing against her pulse point. "But remember—" his teeth grazed her earlobe "—you can't fuck them when there's no me." Chaewon smile and nodded.
The next afternoon, tangled in sweat-damp sheets with the AC struggling against the midday heat, they watched the petite Asian girl on screen arch her spine as the thick black cock stretched her open. "Look at that, babe," Chaewon murmured, her fingers idly tracing circles on Peter's thigh. "His dick's hitting her stomach from the inside." The girl's choked moans syncopated with the wet slap of skin, her tiny hands scrambling for purchase against the mattress. Peter's breath hitched when the camera zoomed in, showing the obscene stretch of her pussy around the girth. "Fuck," he exhaled, palm sliding up Chaewon's inner thigh. "Her cunt's swallowing him whole."
Chaewon let out a soft hum, tilting her head against Peter's shoulder as she watched the girl's thighs tremble. "You think she's really enjoying it?" she asked, her nail catching on a loose thread in the sheet. "Or just pretending?" On screen, tears streaked the girl's flushed cheeks, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' as the man's hips snapped forward again. Peter's fingers tightened around Chaewon's knee. "Doesn't matter," he muttered, thumb pressing into the soft flesh above her kneecap. "Look how full she is."
"Do u want to try threesome with big black cock?" Peter asked, his thumb still tracing absent circles on her inner thigh as the girl on screen whimpered around a thrust that made the headboard rattle. Chaewon felt his breath hitch against her temple, the heat of his body pressing into her side like a brand. The air smelled like salt and stale popcorn, the AC humming weakly against the sticky heat clinging to their skin.
She bit the inside of her cheek, watching the girl's stomach bulge obscenely with each inward push. "I don't know," Chaewon lied, her fingers twitching against Peter's leg. "I think I can't handle it." But her mind conjured the weight of it, the stretch—how her own thighs would shake, how her breath would catch in her throat just like the girl's did when the tip breached her. The fantasy coiled low in her belly, hot and insistent.
Peter swiped his thumb across her lower lip, smearing the remnants of her gloss. "Here's my friend J," he said, pulling up a contact photo on his phone—a broad-shouldered man with a lazy smirk, veins standing thick along his forearms. The next photo made her inhale sharply: him palming himself through sweatpants, the outline unmistakable. "He's got ten inches. Black as sin." Chaewon's pulse jumped under Peter's fingers still wrapped around her wrist. "But we'll do it three weeks from now," he added, tossing the phone aside. "I've got that Singapore merger two weeks."
Three days after Peter left her alone. She has been chatting intensively with J for the past three days. Chaewon's fingers hovered over her own phone screen, the chat with "J" open. His last message glowed back at her: i have some requirements. I only want to do it at hotels, and i don't want only one night. How many nights are u free?The AC droned uselessly as sweat pooled between her breasts. She typed nine night before peter coming back, deleted it, then typed Peter doesn't know before erasing that too. The ceiling fan clicked like a metronome counting down her hesitation.
J's reply came instantly—as if he'd been waiting—and her stomach clenched. okay, you can choose how many days you want to book the hotel, as long as it's not just one night. Chaewon exhaled sharply through her nose, her thumb hovering over the booking app. The confirmation for nine nights at the Ritz-Carlton appeared before she could second-guess it, her credit card number muscle-memoried into the fields. booked, she sent, then added tomorrow before she could rethink it. The screen blurred as her pulse throbbed in her temples.
She arrived the next afternoon with a suitcase half-empty—deliberately so—her heels clicking against the marble lobby floor. The concierge's smile didn't reach his eyes as he handed her the keycard. Room 1703. Seventeen floors up. The elevator mirrors showed her reflection: lips bitten red, pupils dilated despite the harsh lighting. Her phone buzzed in her clutch. i'm in the parking lot, J's text read. send me the room number when you're ready. The elevator dinged. Chaewon's breath stuttered as the doors slid open.
The suite smelled like linen spray and impending bad decisions. She tossed her bag onto the king-sized bed, the duvet crisp under her palms. Her fingers trembled as she typed 1703 and hit send. The three dots appeared immediately. be up in 10, J replied. leave the door unlocked. Chaewon's throat went dry. She tugged the curtains open—the skyline sprawled below, all sharp angles and glittering windows—then turned the bolt. The metallic snick of the lock disengaging sounded obscenely loud in the quiet.
When the knock came, her knees nearly gave out. The door swung open before she could reach it, Chaewon froze in surprise when J stood in front of the hotel room door. She already knew that J was a Black man with a large build, but she hadn’t expected him to be this big. He stood at around 6’5”, his frame packed with solid muscle, while she herself was only 5’2”. The sheer contrast in their sizes made her instinctively lift her gaze, her heartbeat quickening for a brief moment.
J shut the door with his foot, the click of the latch snapping her attention back to his face. His grin was all teeth—no warmth, just predation. "You're tinier than I thought," he rumbled, his voice like gravel dumped from a truck bed. When he reached out, her breath hitched, but he only hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her head back further. His thumb brushed the flutter of her pulse. "Gonna break you in half," he mused, almost to himself. The scent of his cologne—something dark and resinous—mixed with the sharper tang of anticipation rolling off his skin.
Then his hands were on her waist, lifting her clean off the ground like she weighed nothing. Chaewon's bare feet dangled, toes curling in empty air as he crushed his mouth to hers. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. His teeth scraped her bottom lip, his tongue forcing its way past hers before she could even gasp. The taste of him flooded her senses: spearmint gum undercut by something darker, muskier. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, the heat of him searing through her blouse. He growled into her mouth, the vibration rattling her ribs.
Then—suddenly—she was being lowered, her knees hitting plush carpet as his hands left her. Chaewon blinked up at him, lips swollen and wet, as he sank onto the couch. His thighs spread wide, the fabric of his slacks pulling tight across his hips. "Show me," J commanded, voice rough. She didn't hesitate. Her fingers trembled only slightly as she undid his belt, the leather sliding free with a whisper. His zipper sounded obscenely loud in the quiet suite. When she tugged his pants down past his hips, her breath caught.
Flaccid, it was already longer than her face—a thick, veined weight resting against his thigh. The head was darker than the shaft, flushed and leaking already. Chaewon's throat clicked when she swallowed. She'd seen the photos, but the reality of it made her pulse stutter. When she wrapped both hands around the base, her fingers didn't touch. The skin was hot under her palms, silken and taut. As she squeezed experimentally, she felt it twitch against her cheek.
"Watch," J murmured, and her gaze snapped up to his face just as he flexed his hips. Blood rushed under her fingers, the shaft thickening, lengthening—rising like some pagan idol until the flushed tip brushed her collarbone. Chaewon's mouth went dry. Ten inches of pure girth, the veins standing proud now, the head glistening.
She leaned forward, letting her tongue drag up the underside first—salty, musky, the skin hot and velvet-smooth. J's breath hissed through his teeth. By the time she reached the crown, her saliva had slicked a shiny trail all the way from base to tip. Her lips parted, but the moment she tried to take just the swollen head into her mouth, she gagged. It stretched her jaw obscenely, her lips straining around the circumference.
J chuckled—dark, knowing—and fisted her hair. "Little girl can't even get her pretty mouth around it," he taunted, tilting her chin up with his free hand. His thumb pressed against the hinge of her jaw, testing its limits. "Gonna make you cry trying." Chaewon whimpered but didn't pull away, her tongue darting out to swirl around the leaking slit instead. The taste exploded on her tongue—bitter, primal—making her thighs clench involuntarily.
His grip tightened when she tried again, this time letting him guide her head down. The stretch burned as her lips struggled to accommodate him, her saliva mixing with his precum in a slick mess. Tears pricked her eyes when the tip hit the back of her throat, but J didn't stop—just kept pushing until her nose brushed the wiry curls at his base. "There," he growled, holding her there as she choked. "Now you're full."
Her throat spasmed violently around him, the ache radiating all the way to her temples. Black spots danced at the edges of her vision as she clawed at his thighs, her lungs screaming for air. She could feel her pulse thundering against his shaft, the veins pressing into the delicate flesh of her esophagus. J just watched—fascinated—as her tears dripped onto his balls, her mascara smearing in streaks down her cheeks.
"Enough," he finally growled, yanking her head back by her hair. Chaewon gasped, her mouth popping free with an obscene wet sound, saliva and precum stringing between her lips and his cock. J stood abruptly, hauling her up with him until her toes barely scraped the carpet. His fingers twisted in her blouse, the fabric ripping down the middle with one brutal tug—buttons pinging against the walls like gunshots. The silk shredded under his hands like tissue paper, exposing her flushed skin inch by inch.
Her bra went next, the clasp snapping between his fingers before he tore it away entirely. Chaewon shuddered as the cool air hit her stiffened nipples, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest—only for J to pin them behind her back with one massive hand. His other hand hooked into the waistband of her skirt, wrenching it downward so hard the fabric split at the seams. Panties followed, the lace tearing like cobwebs as he shoved them past her trembling thighs.
Naked now, she stood before him—every inch of her exposed—her skin pebbling under his hungry gaze. J took his time, his eyes dragging over the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the way her thighs pressed together instinctively. He exhaled sharply through his nose, gripping his cock at the base and slapping the heavy length against her stomach. The impact left a sticky trail of precum across her skin. "Better," he rumbled, tilting her chin up with the dripping head. "Now we start."
He dragged her toward the bed, his grip bruising around her wrist, then shoved her onto the mattress. Chaewon scrambled backward, her breath hitching as he climbed over her—only to flip her effortlessly onto her stomach. She gasped when he hauled her hips upward, forcing her onto her knees, her ass in the air. But instead of taking her from behind, he flipped onto his back beneath her, his hands guiding her thighs to straddle his face. "You stay up there," he ordered, his voice muffled against her inner thigh. "And don't move."
Chaewon whimpered as his tongue dragged through her folds in one long, wet stroke—hot and relentless. Her thighs trembled, her fingers sinking into the sheets for balance as his mouth sealed over her clit, sucking hard. But she had no time to process the pleasure before his hands gripped her waist, forcing her downward. "Now," he growled against her skin. "Suck." Her lips parted instinctively, her tongue darting out to lap at the swollen head beneath her. The moment she took him into her mouth, his groan vibrated against her core, his hips bucking upward to meet her lips.
She rocked against his face as he devoured her, her moans muffled around his cock. His tongue flicked over her clit in rapid, precise circles—each stroke sending sparks up her spine—while his fingers dug into her ass, spreading her wider. Chaewon's vision blurred as she bobbed her head, her throat struggling to accommodate his girth, her drool dripping down his shaft. The taste of him—musky and raw—filled her senses, mingling with the sharp tang of her own arousal dripping onto his chin. Above her, the ceiling spun; below, his tongue curled inside her, coaxing her closer to the edge with every slick thrust.
His fingers left her hips suddenly, and Chaewon barely had time to register their absence before she felt the blunt pressure of two digits pressing against her pussy—while another pressed against her asshole. She froze mid-suck, her body locking up as he pushed into both holes at once, stretching her in ways that made her gasp around his cock. The dual intrusion sent a jolt of electricity through her, her walls clenching around his fingers as they crooked inside her. "F-fuck—" she stammered, her lips slipping free of his shaft as her focus shattered. J's fingers pistoned deeper, his knuckles grinding against her sensitive spots, while his tongue never let up on her clit
Chaewon's thighs shook violently, her hands scrabbling at his thighs for balance as pleasure and overwhelm warred inside her. She tried to refocus—to take him back into her mouth—but his fingers twisted inside her, spreading her wider, and her jaw went slack with a broken cry. Her drool pooled on his stomach, her attempts to suck him off reduced to panting, open-mouthed gasps as he finger-fucked her mercilessly. J chuckled darkly beneath her, the vibrations against her clit making her toes curl. "Can't even suck right now, can you?" he taunted, curling his fingers just so—and Chaewon's vision whited out as her orgasm ripped through her, her scream muffled by the thick cock pressed against her cheek.
He didn't stop. Not when her thighs clamped around his head, not when her hips jerked uncontrollably, not even when her tears dripped onto his chest. J just kept fucking her with his fingers—pussy and asshole stretched obscenely—while his tongue lapped up every drop of her release. Chaewon sobbed, her body oversensitive yet still arching into his touch, her mind reduced to static. Only then did he finally slow, his fingers sliding out with a wet sound, leaving her trembling and empty. "Better," he murmured, patting her ass like she was a good pet. "Now turn around."
Chaewon whimpered as she shifted her weight, her slick thighs sliding against his shoulders as she pivoted. The room spun—his cock stood thick and glistening against his stomach, the veins pulsing visibly under flushed skin. She hesitated, her fingers hovering above it, until J grabbed her hips and yanked her downward. Her breath hitched as the swollen head pressed against her entrance, the sheer size of it making her thighs quiver. "Slow," she pleaded, her voice raw, her nails biting into his thighs as she sank onto him inch by agonizing inch.
The stretch burned—white-hot and relentless—her walls fluttering helplessly around the intrusion. Tears welled in her eyes as she took him halfway, her body refusing to accommodate more. A broken sob escaped her lips when she tried to sink further, the pressure bordering on unbearable. J's hands, which had been gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, suddenly gentled. His thumbs stroked the dip of her waist as he murmured, "Don't cry, my love. It's okay if you can't take all." The tenderness in his voice clashed violently with the obscene stretch of her around him, his cock twitching inside her as if amused by her struggle.
Chaewon hiccuped, her breath hitching as she rocked tentatively—just the slightest movement, enough to make her whimper. J's fingers traced the curve of her spine, his touch featherlight compared to the brutal fullness below. "There you go," he coaxed, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. "Slow, just like that." She shuddered as her body gradually accepted him, the initial sharp pain melting into a throbbing ache that bordered on pleasure. His hands guided her hips in minuscule circles, the motion coaxing her slickness to ease the way.
The stretch still burned, but now there was something else—a deep, insistent pressure that made her toes curl against the sheets. J's breath hissed between his teeth as she took another inch, her walls fluttering around him like a heartbeat. "Good girl," he murmured, his thumbs pressing into the dimples of her lower back. "See? Your pussy's made for this." Chaewon whimpered in protest but couldn't deny the way her body was adjusting, the pain receding like a tide leaving behind something hotter, heavier. His cock pulsed inside her, the veins along its length pressing into her sensitive flesh with every shallow thrust.
Her hips stuttered when he hit a spot that made her vision spark—deep, so deep she could feel him in her ribs. "There," J growled, his hands tightening on her waist. "Right there, baby." He guided her movements, his grip steering her into a rhythm that had her gasping, her nails raking red trails down his thighs. The obscene squelch of her slickness filled the room, the sound only spurring her on. Chaewon's breath came in ragged pants now, her thighs trembling not from strain but from the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter inside her.
"Almost there," J coaxed, his voice rough with restraint. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise as he forced her down that last inch, the fat head of his cock kissing her cervix. Chaewon's cry shattered into a moan as her body gave way, the final stretch blooming into a fullness that tipped her over the edge. "Yes, baby," he growled, his hips bucking up to meet her. "Come on. Reach it." Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her walls clamping down around him in erratic pulses as she sobbed his name.
She collapsed onto his chest with a shudder, his cock slipping free with a wet pop. Chaewon's breaths came in ragged gasps, her body still twitching with aftershocks as J wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her tight against him, her sweat-slick skin sticking to his. "How does it feel?" he murmured into her hair, his voice dripping with smug amusement. She could only whimper in response, her fingers trembling against his chest. His laugh rumbled through her as he added, "It's only half my dick and you came before one minute."
J let her rest for a moment longer, his hands tracing idle patterns down her spine. The AC hummed uselessly against the heat radiating off their bodies. When Chaewon finally lifted her head, her vision blurred momentarily—his dark skin glistened with sweat, his cock still hard and flushed against his stomach. His eyes locked onto hers, the predatory gleam undiminished. "I will wait until your body adapted," J said, thumbing away a tear she hadn't realized had fallen. "I want u to enjoy this moment, not to traumatize." The words sounded almost tender despite the roughness of his voice
He shifted beneath her, lifting her hips with effortless strength. Chaewon's breath hitched as she felt the thick head nudge against her entrance again—still swollen and sensitive from before. J moved slowly this time, not pushing all of his cock, only a half. The stretch still burned, but differently now—the pain dulled by lingering pleasure, her body more pliant. Her thighs trembled as she sank onto him, her nails biting into his shoulders. "There," J murmured, his fingers flexing against her hips. "Better?" Chaewon could only nod, her voice trapped somewhere in her throat.
The rhythm was hypnotic—slow, deep rolls of his hips that barely withdrew before pressing back in, each thrust coaxing her slickness to ease the way. The pleasure built in waves, cresting faster than she expected. Her breath came in short gasps, her toes curling against the sheets as her body tightened around him. J smirked up at her, watching her eyelashes flutter with each shallow thrust. "Already?" he taunted, his thumbs circling the dip of her waist. Chaewon whimpered, her hips stuttering as the coil inside her snapped—her orgasm crashing over her with startling intensity, her walls fluttering around him in erratic pulses.
She barely had time to catch her breath before he was moving again, the same slow, deliberate pace. The oversensitivity made her whimper, but the pleasure outweighed it—her body responding faster than she thought possible. Another climax built quickly, her thighs shaking as J groaned beneath her, his grip tightening. "Fuck," he gritted out, his cock twitching inside her. "Like that, huh?" Chaewon's nod was frantic, her fingers clutching at his chest as another wave hit her—less intense this time, but no less overwhelming. Her moan broke into a sob as her body surrendered again.
J slowed for a moment, letting her ride out the aftershocks before shifting his weight. Chaewon gasped as he flipped her onto her back, his body looming over her—so much larger, his shadow swallowing her whole. He braced himself on his elbows, his breath hot against her lips as he murmured, "Do u already cum so much?" His voice was rough with amusement, his hips pressing forward just enough to tease her swollen entrance. She swallowed hard, her thighs instinctively parting wider. "Yes," she admitted, her voice thin. His chuckle vibrated against her skin as he nudged inside—just the tip, enough to make her whine.
"I want that too," he growled, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Can u handle it if I go faster this time?" The question was a formality—his body already tensing, his control fraying. Chaewon's pulse spiked, but she nodded anyway, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Yes," she breathed, "but promise—not all of it. Just... half." J exhaled sharply, his forehead pressing against hers. "Agreed," he muttered, his hips pulling back slightly before driving forward—faster now, harder, but still holding back. The stretch burned deliciously, her body arching off the mattress as he found a rhythm that had her seeing stars.
She couldn't stop the words tumbling from her lips—half-formed pleas, gasps of "too much" and "don't stop" tangling together between sobs. Her tears were hot against her cheeks, her thighs shaking with each snap of his hips. "J—I can't—" she choked out, her voice breaking as another orgasm crashed over her unexpectedly, her walls clenching around him in frantic pulses. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, her mind fracturing under the onslaught. "There it is," he groaned, his pace stuttering for just a second as he felt her convulse around him. "Look at u, crying like a fucking mess."
His thrusts grew rougher, less controlled—the bedframe creaking in protest as he drove into her with abandon. Chaewon's head tossed side to side, her moans dissolving into incoherent babbling, her hands scrambling for purchase on his sweat-slick back. "It's too much—too—" she sobbed, her body wrung out yet still responding, still climbing higher. J's breath came in ragged bursts, his muscles corded with tension as he chased his own release. "Almost," he gritted out, his fingers tightening on her hips. "Almost there, baby—"
The first hot stripe of cum hit her collarbone—thick and viscous—just as her body convulsed in a way she'd never experienced before. A shocked cry tore from her throat as liquid heat gushed from her in pulsing waves, soaking both their thighs, the sheets beneath them. J groaned low in his chest as more cum splattered across her chin, her parted lips, her fluttering eyelids—each thick rope coinciding with another uncontrollable spurt from her own body. The scent of sex and salt hung heavy in the air between them, mingling with the sharp tang of her surprise.
Her vision whited out completely this time—no stars, no darkness, just pure sensory overload as her body kept jerking through the aftershocks. J's hips stuttered against hers, his cock still twitching inside her as he emptied himself in shallow thrusts. Chaewon could only gasp like a landed fish, her fingers twitching uselessly against the mattress, her thighs trembling around him. Warmth trickled down her inner thighs, the evidence of their coupling pooling beneath her in a sticky mess.
J exhaled sharply through his nose, his forehead dropping to rest against hers as they both struggled to catch their breath. His thumbs brushed away the tears still streaking her cheeks—gently now, almost reverent. "First time?" he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. Chaewon could only nod weakly, her body still twitching with residual shocks. His chuckle vibrated through her as he added, "Not the last."
He kissed her again—slow this time, tender—his lips moving over hers with deliberate care. The contrast to their earlier violence made Chaewon's chest ache. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, coaxing rather than demanding entry, and she sighed into him. The taste of herself mingled with his musk, the salt of their shared exertion, but underneath it all was something softer—spearmint gum and the faintest hint of cinnamon. J's hand cradled the back of her head, his fingers threading through her tangled hair with unexpected gentleness.
Then he flipped her onto her hands and knees in one fluid motion—her spine arching instinctively as her palms hit the mattress. The abrupt shift left her gasping, her elbows threatening to buckle under her weight. J's chuckle was dark velvet against her ear as he positioned himself behind her, his thighs bracketing hers. "Stay," he murmured, his palm smoothing down the dip of her back. The command sent a shiver through her—part fear, part anticipation—her pulse kicking up as she felt the thick head of his cock nudge against her swollen entrance from behind.
Chaewon braced herself, expecting the same brutal stretch—but J pressed in with deliberate slowness this time, his hips rolling forward inch by torturous inch. The slick drag of him filling her was almost worse than the initial penetration; every vein, every ridge rubbed against hypersensitive nerves still thrumming from her last climax. Her breath hitched when he bottomed out, his pelvis flush against her ass, the sheer fullness making her whimper into the sheets. Then he pulled out—just as slowly—until only the tip remained, the sudden emptiness almost painful. "J—" she choked out, her fingers twisting in the damp fabric beneath her, but he ignored her plea, pushing back in with that same maddening pace.
Each thrust was calculated—just deep enough to nudge her cervix without bruising, just slow enough to let her feel every millimeter of him. Chaewon's moans climbed higher with every pass, her body tightening around him involuntarily. The pleasure built too fast, her thighs trembling as another orgasm crested without warning—her walls fluttering around him in rapid pulses that left her gasping. J groaned above her, his fingers digging into her hips as he murmured, "There it is," his voice thick with satisfaction. He didn't pause, didn't let her recover—just kept fucking her through it, his cock dragging against overstimulated nerves until another climax tore through her before the last one had fully faded
"U orgasm more easily this time," he observed, his breath ragged against her shoulder blade, "although it's only my halfway of penis." The words curled hot against her sweat-slick skin, his teeth grazing the nape of her neck as he emphasized each syllable. Chaewon could only nod frantically, her forehead pressed to the mattress as pleasure short-circuited her ability to speak. His chuckle vibrated through her as he adjusted his angle slightly—just enough to make her cry out when the swollen head of his cock scraped over a spot that sent white-hot sparks up her spine. "Good," he purred, his pace quickening infinitesimally. "Now do it again."
She shattered on command—her third, fourth, she lost count—each climax rolling into the next like waves eroding her sanity. Her vision tunneled, the room dissolving into streaks of light as her body convulsed around him.
Chaewon's fingers clawed at the sheets, her voice hoarse from screaming. She arched her back, pressing her ass flush against his hips in silent demand. "Just insert it all," she gasped, her words slurred with desperation. "I want u to take control."
J paused, his breath hot against her spine. "Are u sure u can handle it?" His voice dripped with dark amusement, his cock twitching inside her swollen entrance.
"Don't care about me," she sobbed, thrusting backward onto him. "Just do it."
J growled—half warning, half approval—before withdrawing completely in one brutal pull that left her empty and gasping. Then, without slow movement, he slammed back in—all of him, every impossible inch—in a single thrust that punched the breath from her lungs. Chaewon's body locked up violently, her back arching like a drawn bowstring as her eyes rolled white. A silent scream stretched her lips wide, her nails shredding the sheets while her pussy convulsed around him in erratic, squirting spasms that soaked the mattress beneath them.
J didn't move—couldn't move—her vice-like clamping squeezing the air from his chest as she came harder than ever before. He watched, mesmerized, as her pupils dilated to black pools, her drool pooling on the rumpled sheets beneath her slack mouth. Her thighs trembled with the force of it, her entire body caught in the throes of something beyond pleasure—beyond pain—something primal and consuming that left her boneless when it finally passed.
"Keep talking," J growled, landing a sharp smack to her ass that made her jolt violently, the sting blooming across flushed skin. "Tell me how it feels while you can still form words." Chaewon's breath hitched as sensation overloaded her synapses—the sharp slap still radiating heat, his cock stretching her to the point of splitting, the aftershocks of her orgasm still wracking her body. "T-too much," she gasped, her voice raw, "like you're—ah!—like you're tearing me in half—" Another slap cut her off, this one harder, the sound cracking through the room like a gunshot.
J leaned over her trembling form, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear as he murmured, "Keep going." His thrusts started slow—agonizingly so—each inch dragged out to prolong the stretch until she whimpered. "It burns," she sobbed, her fingers scrabbling at the sheets, "but—fuck—but I can feel you everywhere, in my stomach, in my—nngh!—in my throat when you move—" He rewarded her honesty with a particularly deep thrust that had her screaming, her back arching off the bed as her walls fluttered around him helplessly.
His fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back sharply—the sudden sting of her scalp bringing tears to her eyes. "Louder," J growled against her throat, his free hand smacking her ass again with enough force to leave a handprint blooming across her skin. Chaewon's cry dissolved into a broken moan as pleasure and pain collided, her thighs shaking violently. "I-I feel so full," she gasped, her voice cracking, "like you're rearranging me from the inside—like I'll never be tight enough again after this—" The words tumbled out between ragged breaths, her confession punctuated by another sharp thrust that stole her voice momentarily.
J's breath hitched at her admission, his grip tightening in her hair as he pulled her flush against his chest—her back pressed to his sweat-slick torso. "That's it," he murmured darkly, his lips brushing the sensitive spot beneath her ear. "Tell me more." His hips snapped forward again, the slap of skin echoing through the room as he drove into her with renewed force. Chaewon's vision whited out momentarily, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as another orgasm ripped through her—her body convulsing around him in erratic pulses that had him groaning through clenched teeth.
He didn't let up—not for a second—his fingers tightening in her hair as he fucked her through the aftershocks, each thrust deliberately angled to drag against that spot inside her that made her see stars. "More," J demanded, his voice rough with barely restrained hunger. Chaewon could only nod frantically, her words failing her as pleasure overloaded her senses—her body no longer her own, just a vessel for his relentless pace. His chuckle was dark with satisfaction as he felt her walls fluttering around him again, her thighs slick with a mix of sweat and her own release. "Good girl," he murmured, his lips brushing her shoulder blade—a stark contrast to the brutality of his thrusts.
Chaewon's breath hitched as the pressure built—not just the coil of pleasure tightening inside her, but something deeper, primal. "Cum inside me," she gasped, the words tumbling out before she could think. J froze mid-thrust, his cock twitching inside her as he processed her plea. "Are u sure?" he asked, his voice laced with dark amusement—though his grip on her hips betrayed his own desperation. "How about Peter?" The name hung between them like a challenge, a reminder of the life she was willingly tearing apart with every filthy word. Chaewon arched her back, pressing herself flush against him—her answer clear in the way her body begged for more. "I don't care," she sobbed, her voice raw with need, "just breed me. I'll leave him—I'll be your slut, your whore, anything—just fill me up."
J's groan was visceral—a sound ripped from deep in his chest—as he slammed into her one final time, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt. Chaewon's scream shattered the air as she felt him pulse inside her—hot, thick spurts of cum painting her walls in waves that seemed endless. Her body convulsed around him in answer, her own release gushing out in slick pulses that soaked both their thighs, the sheets beneath them—proof of her surrender. J's arms wrapped around her trembling form, holding her tight against his chest as they both rode out the aftershocks—his breath hot against her ear, his cock still twitching inside her as he emptied every last drop.
When he finally pulled out, the sensation was almost painful—her swollen walls clenching around nothing, his cum trickling down her thighs in thick rivulets. Chaewon collapsed onto the mattress, boneless and spent, her breath coming in ragged gasps as J loomed over her—his shadow swallowing her whole. He traced a finger through the mess between her legs, his smirk predatory as he brought it to her lips. "Open," he commanded, his voice rough with satisfaction. She obeyed without hesitation, her tongue darting out to taste the mix of their release—salt and musk and something unmistakably primal. J's laugh was dark velvet as he murmured, "Welcome home, baby."
They slept tangled together—J's arm draped possessively over her waist, his breath hot against the nape of her neck. Chaewon drifted in and out of consciousness, her body still humming with oversensitivity, every brush of his skin against hers sending sparks through her nerves. The sheets clung to them, damp with sweat and cum, the scent of sex thick in the air. J's cock twitched against her thigh even in sleep—half-hard, as if her body had rewired his instincts to always be ready for her. She pressed back into him instinctively, earning a low growl against her shoulder as his grip tightened.
The room was dark when J finally stirred, his fingers tracing idle patterns down her spine before dipping lower—skimming the curve of her ass, slipping between her thighs to find her still slick, swollen from their earlier brutality. "Already wet?" he murmured, his voice rough with sleep, his fingers circling her clit lazily. Chaewon arched into his touch with a whimper, her body responding instantly despite the ache—her hips grinding back against his erection as he chuckled darkly. "Greedy little thing," he teased, biting her shoulder as his fingers pushed inside, testing her soreness. She clenched around him involuntarily, her breath hitching when he added a third finger—stretching her just enough to make her gasp. "Still loose enough for me," he observed, his tone dripping with satisfaction.
J rolled her onto her stomach without warning, his weight pinning her to the mattress as he lined himself up—his cockhead nudging against her swollen entrance with deliberate pressure. Chaewon braced herself, her fingers twisting in the sheets as he pushed in—slow this time, savoring every inch as her body resisted momentarily before yielding. The stretch burned differently now—her muscles memorizing his shape, adapting to accommodate him more easily. J groaned above her, his hips flush against her ass as he bottomed out, his fingers tangling in her hair to yank her head back. "Look at you," he growled, his breath hot against her ear, "taking me like you were made for it." His thrusts started slow—deep, punishing rolls of his hips that had her seeing stars—before building to a pace that left her sobbing into the sheets.
The bedframe protested as J fucked her with single-minded intensity—his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, his cock dragging against overstimulated nerves with every thrust. Chaewon's cries climbed higher, her body arching off the mattress as another orgasm ripped through her—her walls fluttering around him in erratic pulses that had him cursing above her. J didn't slow—didn't stop—just kept driving into her with brutal precision, chasing his own release as she teetered on the edge of another climax. "Cum with me," he demanded, his voice ragged with need, his fingers digging into her flesh. Chaewon could only nod frantically, her vision whiting out as pleasure overloaded her senses—their shared moans mingling in the darkness as he spilled inside her again, hot and thick, her body milking every last drop.
J rolled her onto her back without warning—his hands rough as he spread her legs wide, his eyes gleaming with hunger in the dim light. Chaewon barely had time to catch her breath before he was inside her again—his cock sliding home with practiced ease, her body already accepting him like second nature. He braced himself above her, his muscles corded with tension as he set a punishing rhythm—his hips snapping forward with enough force to push her up the mattress, his grip bruising on her thighs. "Look at you," J growled, his thumb brushing over her swollen clit with deliberate pressure, "taking me so well—like you were made for this." Chaewon's breath hitched as pleasure coiled tight in her belly—her nails raking down his chest as another orgasm crashed over her, her scream muffled against his shoulder.
J flipped her onto her hands and knees—his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her back onto his cock, the angle deeper this time, the stretch more intense. Chaewon gasped as he bottomed out—her spine arching instinctively, her ass pressed flush against his hips. "Fuck," J groaned, his grip tightening on her waist as he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in—the slap of skin echoing through the room as he fucked her with abandon. Chaewon's vision blurred as pleasure built to a fever pitch—her body responding to every thrust with desperate need, her moans dissolving into incoherent babbling. J's pace stuttered as he neared his own climax—his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he chased his release, his breath hot against her shoulder.
Dawn crept through the curtains as they collapsed together—exhausted, spent, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, the sheets tangled beneath them. J pulled Chaewon against his chest—his arm draped possessively over her waist, his lips brushing the nape of her neck. She shivered as his fingers traced idle patterns down her spine—her body still humming with oversensitivity, every touch sparking fresh waves of pleasure. "Sleep," J murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction, his cock twitching against her thigh even in rest. Chaewon drifted off to the sound of his heartbeat—her last conscious thought a silent acknowledgment that nothing would ever be the same again.
The second night began with no warning—J dragging her from sleep with a hand fisted in her hair, his mouth hot and demanding against hers. Chaewon gasped into the kiss—her body responding instantly, her thighs already parting as he pinned her beneath him. "Couldn't wait," J growled against her lips—his cock already hard and leaking against her stomach, his hands roaming her body with desperate urgency. She arched into his touch—her nipples pebbling under his rough palms, her breath hitching as he bit down on her collarbone.
J wasted no time—his fingers circling her clit with brutal efficiency, his teeth grazing her earlobe as she writhed beneath him. "You're still so fucking tight," he groaned—his fingers sliding inside her without warning, her wetness coating his knuckles as she clenched around him. Chaewon whimpered—her hips bucking against his hand, her nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. J chuckled darkly—his fingers curling just right, his thumb pressing against her clit in slow, deliberate circles. "Come for me," he demanded—his voice low and commanding, his breath hot against her skin.
Chaewon shattered—her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her. J didn't stop—his fingers continuing their relentless assault, his lips trailing down her chest as she gasped for air. "Again," he ordered—his cock pressing against her thigh, his grip bruising on her hip. Chaewon sobbed his name—her body already oversensitive, her muscles trembling as another orgasm built inside her. J smirked—his fingers never slowing, his eyes dark with satisfaction as she came undone beneath him once more.
The third night arrived with no fanfare—just the press of J's body against hers in the dark, his teeth sinking into the curve of her shoulder as he pushed inside her without preamble. Chaewon cried out—her back arching off the mattress, her thighs trembling as he filled her completely. "Missed this," J growled—his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks, his thrusts deep and punishing from the start. She clawed at the sheets—her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body struggling to adjust to his size even as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
J flipped her onto her stomach—his cock never leaving her as he dragged her up onto her knees, his palm pressing between her shoulder blades to keep her pinned. Chaewon moaned—her cheek pressed into the mattress, her ass raised in the air as he fucked her with brutal efficiency. "Look at you," J snarled—his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back, his thrusts growing erratic. She could feel him losing control—his rhythm faltering, his breath hot against her neck as he chased his release. Chaewon clenched around him—her own climax building again, her body singing with every snap of his hips.
He came with a groan—his cock pulsing inside her, his grip bruising on her hips as he spilled deep. Chaewon followed—her orgasm cresting as he filled her, her body trembling beneath his. J collapsed on top of her—his weight pressing her into the mattress, his lips brushing her shoulder as they both caught their breath. "Mine," he murmured—his voice rough with possession, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin. Chaewon closed her eyes—her body sore and satisfied, her mind already drifting toward sleep as J's heartbeat thudded against her back.
The fourth night began with teeth—J's mouth closing over her nipple, his tongue swirling around the peak before biting down hard enough to make her cry out. Chaewon arched off the bed—her hands fisting in his hair, her thighs already spreading as he settled between them. "Couldn't stop thinking about this," J growled—his cock already hard against her thigh, his fingers sliding through her wetness with rough satisfaction. She whimpered—her body responding instantly, her hips lifting to meet his touch as pleasure sparked through her veins.
J didn't tease—his fingers plunging inside her without warning, his thumb pressing against her clit in rough circles as she writhed beneath him. "Fuck," Chaewon gasped—her back bowing off the mattress, her nails raking down his arms as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. J chuckled darkly—his fingers curling just right, his breath hot against her neck as she clenched around him. "You're dripping," he murmured—his voice thick with arousal, his cock twitching against her hip as he watched her fall apart.
He flipped her onto her knees—his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises, his cock pressing against her entrance with deliberate pressure. Chaewon moaned—her forehead pressed into the sheets, her ass raised in invitation as he pushed inside her with one brutal thrust. J groaned—his fingers digging into her flesh, his pace punishing from the start, each snap of his hips driving her deeper into the mattress. She could feel the wet slap of skin echoing through the room—her own moans drowned out by the sound, her body already tightening around him as pleasure built like a storm.
"Tell me who you belong to," J demanded—his voice ragged, his breath hot against her shoulder as he fucked her with relentless intensity. Chaewon whimpered—her fingers twisting in the sheets, her answer lost in another cry as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot inside her that made her vision go white. "Yours," she finally gasped—her voice breaking on the word, her body trembling as another orgasm crashed over her. J growled—his rhythm faltering, his grip tightening as he felt her clench around him, her wetness dripping down his thighs.
He pulled out abruptly—his hands flipping her onto her back before dragging her legs over his shoulders, his cock sliding home in one fluid motion. Chaewon cried out—her back arching off the bed, her nails raking down his chest as he bottomed out inside her. J didn't give her time to adjust—his thrusts deep and slow now, his eyes locked on hers as he watched her unravel beneath him. "Look at you," he murmured—his thumb brushing over her swollen clit, his voice rough with something dangerously close to tenderness.
Chaewon came with a sob—her body convulsing around him, her thighs shaking as pleasure ripped through her. J followed—his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing inside her as he spilled deep with a groan. He collapsed atop her—his weight pinning her to the mattress, his lips brushing her collarbone as they both struggled to catch their breath. "Mine," J repeated—his voice softer now, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin as the last tremors of pleasure faded. Chaewon closed her eyes—her body sore and sated, her mind drifting as dawn crept through the curtains once more.
The fifth night arrived without preamble—J's hands dragging her from sleep, his teeth sinking into the tender skin of her inner thigh as she gasped awake. Chaewon arched—her fingers tangling in his hair, her legs spreading instinctively as he dragged his tongue up her slit with deliberate slowness. "J," she whimpered—her hips lifting off the bed, her body already responding to his touch despite the oversensitivity from the previous nights. He chuckled darkly—his breath hot against her skin, his fingers spreading her wider as he licked into her with possessive hunger.
She came with a cry—her thighs clamping around his head, her hands fisting in the sheets as pleasure crashed over her in waves. J didn't stop—his tongue relentless, his fingers pressing against her clit with bruising pressure until she sobbed his name. "Again," he demanded—his voice rough, his lips glistening with her wetness as he looked up at her with darkened eyes. Chaewon shook her head—her body trembling, her nerves alight with sensation as he pushed her toward another climax with ruthless efficiency.
J finally pulled away—his fingers slick as he dragged her legs over his shoulders, his cock pressing against her entrance with possessive intent. Chaewon gasped—her body still thrumming with aftershocks, her muscles clenching in anticipation as he thrust inside her in one brutal motion. "Fuck," J groaned—his forehead pressing against hers, his breath ragged as he bottomed out inside her. Chaewon arched—her nails digging into his shoulders, her moans lost against his lips as he began to move with slow, deep thrusts that left no part of her untouched.
The sixth night blurred into the seventh—J's hands pinning her wrists above her head as he fucked her against the wall, her legs wrapped tight around his waist. Chaewon could feel the heat of his skin against hers—the sweat-slick slide of their bodies, the way his teeth grazed her pulse point as he chased his release. "You take me so well," J murmured—his voice thick with something darker than praise, his hips snapping forward with enough force to make her cry out. She could only cling to him—her body trembling, her mind blank except for the relentless pleasure coiling tighter with every thrust.
By the eighth night, Chaewon's skin was a canvas of bruises—each one a testament to J's relentless hunger, each mark a silent claim. He pushed her onto the balcony railing—the cold stone biting into her thighs, the city lights blurring as he took her from behind. "Look at you," J growled—his hand fisting in her hair, his cock buried deep as he fucked her into the night. Chaewon sobbed—her fingers scrabbling against the railing, her body torn between pleasure and the dizzying drop below, every nerve alight with the thrill of danger and the heat of his touch.
Dawn found them tangled in the sheets again—J's arm draped possessively over her waist, his breath warm against her neck. Chaewon traced the scars on his chest—her touch feather-light, her mind racing with unspoken questions. J caught her wrist—his grip firm but not unkind, his eyes dark with something she couldn't name. "Sleep," he ordered—his voice rough, his thumb brushing over her pulse point in a gesture that felt almost like tenderness. Chaewon closed her eyes—her body aching, her heart pounding, the weight of his silence heavier than any chain.
The ninth night began with the glow of a phone screen—J's fingers gripping her chin as he angled her face toward the camera, his smirk sharp enough to cut. "Say hello," he murmured—his breath hot against her ear, his cock already hard against her thigh. Chaewon blinked at the screen—her lips parting in shock as Peter's face flickered into view, his expression crumbling in real time. "I want to break up with you," she heard herself say—her voice steady despite the way J's fingers dug into her hips, his teeth scraping her shoulder. "Now I'm with J."
J chuckled—his free hand sliding between her thighs, his fingers slick as they circled her clit with deliberate cruelty. "Hey, my friend," he drawled—his grip tightening as Chaewon gasped, her hips jerking against his touch. "Don't mean to cheat with your girlfriend, but her pussy's just too amazing." Peter's voice cracked through the speaker—a broken string of protests, his fists clenched white-knuckled around his phone. J didn't let him finish—his thumb pressing down hard, his lips curling in satisfaction as Chaewon arched against him with a cry.
"I'll marry her," J announced—his thrusts slow and deep, his eyes locked on the screen as Peter's face twisted in anguish. "Been breeding her for nine days straight—she's gonna have a black baby." Chaewon moaned—her fingers clutching the sheets, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tighter with every word. The call ended abruptly—Peter's scream cut short, the screen going dark just as J buried himself inside her with a groan. Chaewon came with a sob—her nails raking down his back, her vision blurring as J spilled deep, his lips sealing over hers in a kiss that tasted like victory and salt.
A year later, Chaewon lay in their bed—her body curved around their newborn son, his tiny fingers wrapped around her thumb as he nursed. J hovered nearby—his presence a constant heat, his fingertips tracing idle patterns on her bare shoulder. "He looks like me," J murmured—his voice thick with something dangerously close to pride, his thumb brushing the baby's dark curls. Chaewon smiled, her heart swollen with a love she never expected to feel—especially not for the man who'd ruined her, remade her, claimed her in every way possible.
Across town, Peter scrolled through Chaewon's Instagram—her glowing face pressed against J's chest, their son cradled between them. His fingers trembled—the screen cracking under his grip as he zoomed in on the caption: "My family ❤️". The whiskey burned his throat—but not as much as the memory of J's smirk, Chaewon's moans, the wet slap of skin echoing through his nightmares. He'd introduced them—a casual drink after work, a handshake between colleagues. Now his fists clenched around empty air—regret sour in his mouth, his reflection warped in the bottom of the glass.
J leaned against the doorframe—his arms crossed, his gaze darkening as Chaewon adjusted the baby against her bare breast. The nursery glowed soft gold—moonlight filtering through the curtains, illuminating the sweat-slick curve of her neck as their son nursed greedily. J's cock twitched—the sight of her milk-bloated tits, the way her hips had widened to carry his child, the stretch marks he'd kissed raw last night while she rode his fingers. "Six weeks," he repeated—his voice rougher now, his palm sliding down the doorframe hard enough to make the wood creak. Chaewon didn't look up—but her thighs shifted subtly, her breath hitching as the baby's sucking slowed.
The monitor crackled—their son's sleepy sigh filling the room as Chaewon carefully detached him from her nipple. A pearl of milk clung to his lips—J licked his own without thinking, his jeans tightening as Chaewon pressed a kiss to the baby's forehead. "Shh," she murmured—her fingers deftly burping him, her hips swaying in that slow rhythm that always put him to sleep. J's jaw clenched—his patience fraying, his cock throbbing against his zipper as he watched her lay their son in the crib. The baby sighed—his tiny fists unclenching, his lashes fluttering shut as Chaewon stepped back.
J crossed the nursery in three strides—his hands gripping her waist, his mouth crashing against hers before she could gasp. Chaewon melted—her body remembering his before her mind could catch up, her thighs parting instinctively as he lifted her clean off the ground. J growled—his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he carried her toward their bedroom, her legs wrapping tight around his waist. "Six weeks," he repeated—his voice thick with need, his hands kneading her ass through the thin cotton of her nightgown. Chaewon arched—her nails digging into his shoulders, her breath hitching as he kicked the door shut behind them.
He laid her on the bed with deliberate roughness—his palms sliding up her thighs as he pushed her nightgown up past her hips, his eyes darkening at the sight of her bare skin. J wasted no time—his fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans, his cock already straining against the fabric as he shucked them off in one rough motion. Chaewon bit her lip—her gaze raking over him as he stripped fully, the moonlight catching on the sweat-slick planes of his chest, the thick length of him twitching against his stomach.
J's hands gripped the hem of her nightgown—his fingers tightening as he tore the fabric clean in two, the sound of ripping cotton drowning out Chaewon's gasp. He shredded it like paper—his muscles straining as he reduced it to scraps beneath his fingers, her body laid bare beneath him in seconds. "Fuck," J growled—his palms skimming up her sides, his thumbs brushing the underside of her swollen breasts as he drank in the sight of her. Chaewon arched—her skin prickling under his gaze, her nipples pebbling in the cool air as he dragged his tongue over one with deliberate slowness.
He didn't stop there—his hands sliding down to hook into the waistband of her panties, his fingers digging into her hips as he tore them apart with a single brutal motion. The lace split like tissue—her wetness already staining the fabric as J tossed the remnants aside, his cock twitching against her thigh at the scent of her arousal.
"You look more sexy after giving birth," J growled—his thumbs spreading her folds wide, his tongue dragging through her slick with possessive hunger. Chaewon arched—her body trembling as he lapped at her like a man starved, her thighs clamping around his head as pleasure sparked up her spine. J groaned against her—the vibration making her toes curl, his fingers digging bruises into her hips as he drank her in deeper.
Chaewon's hands tangled in his hair—her grip tightening as she dragged his mouth away from her dripping cunt, her legs locking around his waist in a sudden reversal. J barely had time to blink before she flipped him onto his back—her thighs straddling his hips, her swollen tits swaying above him as she pinned his wrists with unexpected strength. "Let me take control this time," she purred—her nails scraping down his chest, her hips grinding against his cock with slow, deliberate rolls. "I missed you too." J's breath hitched—his muscles straining against her grip, his cock twitching against her wet heat as she leaned down to nip at his earlobe.
Chaewon lifted herself just enough—her fingers wrapping around his thick length, guiding him toward her entrance with a teasing slowness that made J swear under his breath. When she finally sank down—her wet walls stretching around him inch by torturous inch—they both groaned in unison, the stretch bordering on unbearable after six weeks without him. "Fuck, you're still tight," J growled—his fingers digging into her hips, his cock pulsing inside her as she clenched around him instinctively. Chaewon's answering laugh was breathless—her thighs trembling as she rocked against him, her hands braced on his chest. "Only because your cock ruined me for anything else," she gasped—her body adjusting to his familiar fullness, her nails leaving crescent moons in his skin as she began to move.
The first proper thrust punched the air from her lungs—Chaewon's back arching, her tits bouncing as J snapped his hips up to meet her downward grind. "Fuck—" she sobbed, her fingers scrambling for purchase on his sweat-slick chest, her walls fluttering around him as pleasure sparked up her spine.
J's mouth found her left breast—his lips sealing around the nipple still damp with milk, his tongue swirling over the swollen peak before sucking hard. Chaewon cried out—her thighs trembling, her body bowing as the dual sensation of his cock stretching her deep and his mouth drawing her milk sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. "J—!" she gasped, her fingers twisting in his hair, her hips stuttering as he drank from her with possessive hunger, the sweet ache of relief mixing with the sharp pleasure of his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh.
He switched breasts—his palm squeezing the one he'd just abandoned, thick droplets of milk beading around his fingers as his mouth latched onto her right nipple with the same brutal efficiency. Chaewon whimpered—her thighs clamping around his waist, her cunt clenching around his cock as the suction pulled another orgasm from her without warning, her milk spilling into his mouth as pleasure ripped through her in ragged waves.
J didn't slow—his thrusts growing deeper, his fingers digging into her hips as he dragged her down onto him with each upward snap of his hips. "Answer me," he growled—his teeth grazing her collarbone, his tongue lapping at the sweat pooling in the hollow of her throat. Chaewon could only nod—her breath coming in short gasps, her body already tensing as he angled his hips just right, the head of his cock grinding against that spot inside her that made her vision blur.
He felt it before she did—the way her muscles fluttered around him, the hot gush of her release soaking his thighs as she arched off the bed with a broken cry. J groaned—his rhythm faltering, his fingers tightening on her waist as her cunt pulsed around him, her squirt coating his stomach in warm rivulets. "Fuck," he snarled—his hips stuttering, his cock twitching inside her as he watched her fall apart beneath him, her body still convulsing with the force of her climax.
J pulled out abruptly—his hands flipping her onto her stomach before she could recover, his cock sliding back into her dripping cunt in one brutal thrust. Chaewon sobbed into the sheets—her nails scrabbling against the mattress, her oversensitive body trembling as he fucked her through the aftershocks, his pace relentless as he chased his own release. "Again," he demanded—his palm smacking her ass hard enough to leave a mark, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he felt her cunt tighten around him once more.
Chaewon gasped—her swollen breasts aching against the sheets, the heavy fullness making her whimper as J's thrusts jostled her body roughly. "J, it's—different," she panted—her fingers clutching at the bedding, her thighs shaking as an unfamiliar pressure built in her chest. Before she could warn him, her nipples sprayed milk in sudden arcs—her pussy squirting at the same moment, the dual release hitting J's chest in hot, sticky streams. The sensation was too much—her back arching violently, her vision whiting out as pleasure and shock collided in her overloaded nerves.
J groaned darkly—his thrusts growing erratic, his fingers digging into her hips as he watched her milk drip down his abs, mixing with her slick on his cock. "Fucking perfect," he rasped—his rhythm faltering as Chaewon's body went limp beneath him, her unconscious form still twitching with residual pleasure. He came with a snarl—his cum flooding her twitching cunt, his teeth marking her shoulder anew as he collapsed atop her, his spent cock still pulsing inside her.
When Chaewon blinked back to awareness, J was lapping at her spilled milk—his tongue tracing the sticky trails on her ribs, his fingers idly circling her oversensitive clit. She whimpered—her body still trembling, her cunt clenching around nothing as he smirked against her skin. "We're not done," he murmured—his thumb pressing down hard on her swollen nipple, fresh milk beading at the tip as her back arched off the bed. "Just getting started."
He flipped her onto her knees—his cock already hard again, his palm pressing between her shoulder blades until her cheek met the mattress. Chaewon gasped—her ass raised high, her milk-heavy tits swaying beneath her as J dragged his tongue up her dripping slit. "Taste yourself," he growled—his fingers spreading her wide, his mouth sealing over her clit just as his cock breached her entrance in one brutal thrust. She screamed—her fingers clawing at the sheets, her vision blurring as he fucked her with slow, deep rolls of his hips, each movement dragging her clit against his tongue.
By the third hour, Chaewon's thighs were shaking—her milk long since drained, her voice hoarse from begging as J pinned her wrists behind her back, his cock pistoning into her swollen cunt. "Take it," he snarled—his sweat dripping onto her spine, his thrusts growing erratic as dawn painted the room in gold. She could feel it—the hot pulse of him deep inside her, the way his fingers tightened around her wrists as his cum flooded her womb. "Gonna put another baby in you," J panted against her ear—his teeth grazing the shell, his hips grinding against her ass as he spilled deep.
When he finally pulled out—his cum leaking down her trembling thighs—Chaewon collapsed face-first into the pillows, her body limp with exhaustion. J gathered her close—his palm splayed possessively over her stomach, his lips brushing the fresh bite on her shoulder. "Sleep," he ordered—his voice rough with satisfaction, his cock already twitching against her thigh as the first rays of sunlight crept across their tangled limbs. Chaewon barely had time to whimper before darkness claimed her—her last conscious thought the certainty of his seed taking root once more.
୨୧ COCONUT TREE ────────KWON OHYUL
✶ "no, because you won't get out of the coconut tree."
❪ genre/pairing❫ '℘. smoker!ohyul x non smoker! fem reader, fluff, smau, crack, college au, university au, y/n is studying to be a teacher, ohyul is studying to be a producer, honestly just everything that's not angst, harua is too serious, Maki and eunchae are not serious enough, ryul is ohyul's dealer, louis and woojin are in this but they are not smokers! mentions of greening out, mentions of weed, mentions of drugs
ɴOTE! ⠀⦂ oomfs and I were telling eachother our bad weed experiences and this was a joint moment both of us had on separate occasions (I also have a sohee fic coming out like this one so they might be similar sorry!)
✧ no playlist!
Managing the Spotlight
A/N: Sequel of Shelter from the Spotlight.
you can also read this at Fanprose with the same title: Managing the Spotlight
It's been a year since I first met Eunchae. Crazy how it all started, like fireworks going off in the middle of a storm. We've gotten closer since then, if you can call sneaking around and fucking "getting closer."
We text every single day. I send her dumb memes and screenshots I know will piss her off—she always fires back with something equally annoying. And yeah, sometimes she sends me those private pics that get me instantly worked up. Not gonna lie, those always hit different.
Same routine as always sent her a couple dumb memes right before my morning class, just to give her something to laugh at while I’m stuck in lectures. By the time she hit me back, it was already afternoon. Just a waving sticker at first, then before I could even type anything, she hits me with: "You miss me already?"
I fired back with "Nope," but we both knew that was bullshit. The reply came way too fast.
We went back and forth like that for a while, until she suddenly dropped a mirror selfie on me. Off-shoulder white top, loose jeans, one hand hooked on her belt buckle like some kind of cowboy. No warning, no context. Just ~BOOM! There she was, looking stupidly good, and my brain short-circuited for a couple of seconds. Couldn’t even come up with a reply. Damn her.
They keep texting me until I finally get home, alone again. Parent's off on another work trip overseas. Seriously, I wish she was here right now.
Feeling kinda mopey, I end up texting "I miss you" without even thinking. I was about to hit delete when her reply pops up: "I miss you too." My face goes hot and I just collapse onto my bed. Then she adds, "Text you later, just wrapping up some stuff," and suddenly I'm stuck there, all flustered and grinning like an idiot.
Her fingers hovered over the screen, heart pounding. "What the hell.. did I actually send that?" The text stared back at her, undeniable.
A sharp knock interrupted her panic. "Eunchae-ah, you ready?" Manager-nim’s voice cut through the door. Like she’d ever say no, Hong Eunchae didn’t half-ass rehearsals, even if her brain was currently short-circuiting over a dumb text.
Practice with ILLIT and Katseye was brutal but fun, their new track "Iconic by Mistake" demanding every drop of energy. Between laughing at inside jokes and nailing formations, she almost forgot about her phone, almost. The practice video wrapped, dinner got inhaled, and by the time she collapsed onto the dorm couch, her notifications were flooded with Luc’s usual nonsense: memes, cursed TikTok edits, that one clip of a screaming raccoon she’d sent him last week.
She thumbed out a lazy "you up?" just to watch the typing bubbles appear, vanish, then reappear after a painfully long pause.
*Was about to sleep*, he finally replied. She could practically hear his stupid smirk through the screen.
"So I'm free Thursday. Wanna get lunch or whatever?"
"Only if you were free..that is." She texted.
"Sure, my grades aren't gonna slip coz I skip one day," he replied.
"Don't be an idiot, Luc."
"I'll gladly be your idiot.😜" Luc fired back at her.
"Pabo!" she shot back, grinning like an idiot herself, a mistake when Unnies were lurking.
"Manchae's texting her boyfriend again~" Yunjin sang, draping over the couch arm.
"Yah! It's not—" Eunchae chucked a pillow at her, but the damage was done. The dorm erupted into chaos.
Eunchae retreated into her room, waiting until she heard the dorm settle down before grabbing a towel to clean up.
But then she paused, catching her reflection in the mirror. Still wrapped in just that towel, she lifted her phone and snapped a quick pic. Just as she lowered it, the bathroom door creaked open.
Kkura stood there, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. She took one look at Eunchae's guilty grip on her phone and smirked. "Damn. Whoever's got you sneaking around like this better treat you right."
"Yah! He's not~!" Eunchae huffed, face burning, but Kkura was already backing away with that same stupid, knowing grin.
Back in her room, Eunchae stared at the photo. Should she send it? Her thumb hovered—then slipped.
Luc was half-asleep when his phone buzzed. He blinked at the screen then choked. Eunchae, damp from the shower, towel barely hanging on. "Holy fuck," he breathed. But before he could even think to save it, the message was deleted.
"...Hey. What was that?"
"What was what?"
"The you know what."
"Nothing. Good Night, Luc." She hurled her phone onto the bed, face burning.
Somehow it was already Thursday.
Eunchae slipped out of the dorm and shot Luc a quick text: "Meet me at Banpo Park, don't be late."
Luc replied with “🫡”i,
then ten minutes later: "Here. Where are you?"
"Find me yourself, 😝" she replied.
He saw her over by the bridge, sprawled out under the trees like a cat soaking up the sun. sneaking up behind her, he tapped her shoulder with one finger extended, and when she turned, *boop*, right in the cheek.
"Hey," Luc said, grinning.
Eunchae smiled back. "Hey."
Up close, she's breathtaking. Without thinking, Luc reaches for her hand. Their fingers lace together as they walk along the river. After a quiet stretch, he nudges her. "Hungry? Wanna grab some food?"
Eunchae shakes her head. "Not really." So they keep walking through the park instead, Luc snapping a few candid shots of her.
She suddenly tugs his sleeve, lowering her voice. "If anyone asks, just say you're my manager, okay?"
"Got it~" Luc winks.
Eunchae bites her lip. "People might recognize me, and then..." She doesn't finish, already seeing the headlines in her head.
Luc ruffles her hair. "Relax. We've got this routine down by now."
"So, boss," he teases, "where to?"
She drags him into a convenience store by the wrist. They grab instant ramen, fried chicken, and sodas,microwave the noodles right there at the counter before sneaking off to an outdoor table. Eunchae strikes a few "professional" poses while Luc plays photographer, snapping pics of her pretending to review the food. Finally, they tear into it, chopsticks clicking between bursts of laughter.
Before it completely got dark, when Eunchae glanced at Luc.
He knew that look. Without a word, he cleared the table and reached for her hand. They walked silently to where he'd parked his parents' car.
The drive back to his place was quiet, the kind of silence that sits heavy between two people who know exactly what's coming. Before either of them could process the passing streets, they were already at his gate. He clicked the remote, pulled in, and parked the vehicle.
The door had barely locked behind them when Eunchae was on him, all hungry lips and clutching hands. Luc laughed into the kiss as he scooped her up, carrying her toward his room without breaking contact.
The smell hit her first that same mix of his cologne and laundry detergent from the first time. Definitely wouldn't be the last.
Her fingers were already yanking at his shirt. "Someone's eager," Luc murmured against her mouth.
"Shut up," she growled, biting his lower lip. "You know I could replace your ass anytime."
He kissed her forehead, slow and deliberate. "But you won't." The shirt hit the floor. Then hers followed.
Eunchae's pants hit the floor next, and she scooted back onto his bed, giving him that look—the one that said she wanted him.
Luc grinned, dropped to his knees, and took her feet in his hands, pressing soft kisses along them.
"Yah! Luc... what the hell?" she gasped, more startled than annoyed.
His mouth trailed higher, leaving kisses up her calves, her thighs—then a teasing peck right over her white panties before moving to her stomach.
His hands found her bra next, fingers kneading her small but perfect breasts.
Eunchae yanked Luc's head closer, their lips crashing together in another hungry kiss.
"Quit messing around, idiot," she breathed against his lips.
Luc smirked, his voice dripping with amusement. "Then say what you want." Like he didn't already know.
Luc kissed Eunchae's lips softly at first, then trailed his mouth down her neck, nipping at her skin like he wanted to leave marks. But he held back, she couldn't show up with hickeys, or she'd catch hell for it. Instead, he moved lower, teasing the edge of her strapless bra before tugging it free with his teeth.
Eunchae pulls his head closer, pressing his face against her soft chest. She loves how Luc teases her nipples—it always sends shivers through her, way more than when she touches herself during their tours.
Luc lets her guide him, his mouth finding her breast before nipping at her nipple playfully. He glances up at her face, watching as she starts to unravel from his little game.
God, he loved teasing her, he couldn't help himself, really. His free hand wandered over to her other breast, playing with it while Eunchae came completely undone beneath him, moaning his name like she couldn't hold back anymore.
And fuck, her white panties were soaked already, getting wetter with every second. Luc switched to her other breast, his other hand slipping down to press against that damp fabric, teasing her even more.
His fingers traced lazy circles over her damp panties, teasing the heat beneath.
"Luc..." Her voice hitched, breath catching as his touch lingered.
"Yes, baby?" He grinned, knowing damn well what she needed but loving how desperate she got when he made her ask.
Eunchae smacked his shoulder with a frustrated little groan. "Just eat me out already, you idiot!"
"With pleasure." His mouth followed the path his hands had taken, kissing lower, slower, cruelly slow until he nuzzled against the soaked fabric. He inhaled sharply, lips brushing her thighs before returning to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss right where she ached most.
"Fuck~ Luc, come on~!" Her hips jerked, fingers twisting in the sheets.
With a chuckle, his breath warm against her thigh, he slowly slid her panties down. He stopped for a second, grinning at the neatly trimmed patch of hair above her pussy shaped like a perfect little heart. "Cute," he muttered before burying his face between her legs.
His mouth found its way between her thighs, tongue teasing her clit until she was practically seeing stars. "Fuck yes, Luc!" she gasped, fingers tightening in his hair as she pulled him deeper, desperate for more.
She arches her hips up to meet your mouth, her breath catching when your tongue swirls around her clit before tracing down to tease her entrance. You grip her ass tight with both hands, pulling her closer as you bury your tongue inside her and fuck, the way she gasps, thighs trembling, tells you she’s already close.
Then she starts moaning your name, ragged and desperate, and you can’t resist slipping one hand free from her ass. Her pussy’s soaked, warm, and your fingers slide in easily, curling just right while your mouth keeps working her. The combo’s too much, she cums hard, back arching, and you grin against her when her climax pulses around your fingers before she squirts, slick and messy, right across your face.
She's grinning like crazy, totally lost in the moment as she comes down from her high. God, she's gorgeous like this, all unraveled and breathless. You lean in, kissing her soft lips as her arms loop around your neck. With a playful nudge, you roll her onto her side, lifting one of her legs just enough to tease her with your length, still pressed against her sensitive heat.
"Ready for the real thing?" you murmur, grinning down at her.
She lets out a breathy laugh, still catching her breath. "Took you long enough, dumbass."
You guide yourself with one hand, guiding it to her slick entrance. She's already so wet you slide right in without resistance, like she's been waiting for this. Her tight heat wraps around you, pulling you deeper.
"God, I missed this..." she breathes against your skin.
You start slow, savoring the way she shivers beneath you, then pick up the pace when her nails dig into your back. Soon she's falling apart all over again. Her mouth finds yours between gasps, both of you lost in the rhythm, the friction, this messy whatever you call it between you.
You gave her ass a playful smack a few times before she broke the kiss. Leaning in, you planted one more quick peck on her lips and murmured, "Get on all fours, babe."
She grins, shoving you back playfully before dropping onto her hands and knees, arching her back to put her ass on display. Her eyes lock onto yours, hungry for whatever you'll do next.
You flashed her a wicked grin before moving behind her, burying your face between her thighs without hesitation. She gasped as your tongue dragged through her wetness, tracing upward until you teased tight circles around her tight little hole.
"Luc what the fuck, no, that's~" Her protest cut off with a sharp inhale when your tongue pressed firmer, working her in slow, relentless circles. One sharp smack to her ass made her jerk, a broken noise escaping her throat.
Before she could recover, you hauled her close, crashing your mouth against hers, tongues tangling as she tasted herself on you. Then, with a rough groan, you pushed back inside her, deep watching her eyes roll back before she could even catch her breath.
You shoved her back against the bed, hips slamming harder now—she was wrecked, totally yours.
Her walls clenched around you tighter, and you smacked her ass once, twice, the sharp sound cutting through the room.
"Fuck you, Luc!" she gasped, but then whimpered, "Fuck me more, please..."
Like you’d stop. Every thrust buried you deep, pulling out just to sink back in, relentless.
Your thumb brushed her other hole, teasing, then pressed inside, she arched, crying out as she came again.
She was squeezing you so tight it almost hurt, but her wetness kept trying to push you out. You held firm, feeling her drip down your cock onto your balls.
You're right there with her, almost at your peak. Your thumb slides out of her ass as both hands grip her hips tighter.
You want to bury yourself deep and you do, pushing all the way in before letting go, filling her up as you come hard inside her. She feels it, warm and thick, mixing with her own wetness.
Your body collapses against her, exhausted. You press a kiss to the nape of her neck before she turns to face you, lips meeting again this time slower, softer, more intimate.
You roll off her and settle beside her, pulling her into your arms.
She turns to face you, burying her face against your chest.
"Dummy... dummy," she murmurs, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.
You tilt her chin up with your hand and press your lips to hers.
"But I'm your dummy," you say with a goofy grin one that makes her smile right back.
"I love you, Lee Jin," she murmured with that playful grin of hers.
You shot back instantly, "Nah, I love you, Hong Eunchae," dragging out her name just to mess with her.
She whacked your shoulder hard and huffed, "Since when do you use my full name like that?"
You just grinned, shrugging. "You started it."
And just like that, the two of you fell right back into your usual back-and-forth, half-teasing, half-flirting.
Yeah. They're definitely dating now.
I don't have any drawing ideas yet, but I drew what everyone at Blitzbee likes, I hope you like it. i draw from friday nights funkin x lE SERRAFIM I can't stop thinking about it, right?