◞⁺⊹ . ( fwb!chan ) being secretly fuck buddies with the most insufferable man in your friend group is undeniably messy— and so, so good.
chan should be grateful that his dick is as big as his massive fucking ego.
it’s probably the only thing saving his ass from getting blocked— or from you coming up with some lame excuse to never show up at the same group hangouts again. because god, what is it about him that just makes him unbearable? he’s cocky, loud, and has this stupid little smirk that drives you up the wall everytime he opens his mouth and says something smug or patronizing.
he’s like a walking reminder of everything that annoys you about people— except that unfortunately, he’s also packing well below the waist. so fucking well.
you’re convinced the universe has some deep, twisted sense of humor for saddling you with mutual friends and a far better than expected sexual arrangement with the one guy you can’t stand. no one knows about it, which is exactly how you like it.
you and chan make a mutual point of pretending not to give two shits about each other in public. you roll your eyes at his jokes, call him “chris” with that condescending tone that makes his nostrils flare, and he gives it back just as good: teasing you over everything from your choice of iced coffee to how long it takes you to get ready whenever the group plans a night out.
it works. the whole casual disdain thing keeps everything simple. boundaries unblurred. no feelings, no slipping— just sex.
until you’re alone. until the door closes and he pushes you up against it, and it’s like all that mutual irritation boils over into something raw and unfiltered.
and you hate that you’re thinking about that very thing right now, awkwardly perched on your couch at midnight, scrolling through socials and trying not to think about how everyone’s group chat plans for the weekend ended hours ago, leaving you bored as hell and way too aware of who you could text to fix it.
annoyingly, your pussy always betrays you first.
- - -
you sigh and glance at his contact.
your thumbs hover over the keyboard for all of ten seconds before your libido wins out:
you: you up? [1:11 am]
his reply buzzes in near instantly, which only confirms that he’s as irritatingly predictable as you figured.
your reply is flipping him off in spirit. but you don’t send it. instead, you toss your phone onto the couch and head to check your reflection.
- - -
chan doesn’t bother knocking anymore. the first time he did, you yanked open the door and told him to keep it the fuck down before a neighbor saw him. ever since, he just shoots you a text when he’s two minutes out— his way of barely complying with your demands.
so when the door creaks open and you hear the heavy sigh of his exhale and the shuffle of his sneakers slipping off, you don’t bother looking up from where you’re sitting on the armrest of the couch, legs crossed.
“took you long enough,” you say in a bored tone, your eyes scanning him briefly. his loose gray hoodie hangs a little too perfectly off his shoulders, the fabric slung low enough to expose his collarbones just slightly, and his sweats hug him dangerously low on the hips. he looks too good, and you hate him for it.
“you texted me, sweetheart,” he replies nonchalantly, rubbing the back of his neck. “it’s not like i planned this.”
you scoff. “yeah, keep telling yourself that. pretty sure i could’ve offered to meet you in a dumpster and you still would’ve shown up.”
chan laughs at that, shaking his head as he steps closer, towering over where you’re seated. “such a brat,” he mutters, his tone carrying just a faint edge.
“big words for someone who practically just sprinted here because he wanted to fuck me so bad,” you say, standing up slowly to match his energy.
his jaw ticks slightly, a small smirk turns up the corner of his lips. “nah, you might want to double-check. you’re the one who texted me.”
your nails brush over the front of his hoodie as you lean in, mock sweet. “and you still showed up, didn’t you?”
his dark brown eyes flash. “you’ve got one hell of a mouth on you, y/n. gonna do something about it tonight?”
you laugh, shoving lightly at his chest. “gonna cry if i don’t?” you sneer.
his hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist before you can pull back, yanking you flush against him. the sudden movement makes your stomach flip, and his cocky grin only grows wider at the way you falter for all of half a second before regaining your composure.
“nah,” he hums lowly. “but you will.”
your eyes narrow at the bold claim, irritation bubbling faintly in your chest as his condescending tone makes your thighs clench.
“all talk, chris,” you snap back.
“you sure about that, sweetheart?” he murmurs, pressing your wrist back gently enough to pin you against the edge of the couch, your lower back bumping against the armrest.
“yeah,” you say defiantly, even as you feel the burn of smug satisfaction sizzle beneath your skin.
his smirk tightens further.
“guess i’ll have to shut you up, then.”
- - -
you hadn’t planned to fold so fast— you always make him work for it, finding at least three more ways to drag out the inevitable just to see him get impatient.
but he’s strong. so much stronger than you’ll ever admit to him, and it’s hard to stay cocky when his hands are skimming your thighs, lifting you onto the couch with ease and forcing your legs apart with unrelenting patience.
“all this attitude, but you’re already dripping all over me,” chan teases lowly, his palm brushing roughly against the damp patch clinging to your panties. you squirm, fire licking every inch of your body as his fingers press more firmly against your core, the friction making your head spin.
“fuck off,” you snap, still stubborn despite how much your body’s trembling under his touch.
he laughs, deep and low, with this devastating rasp that makes you see red. “nah, baby. you need to be fucked,” he taunts, his thumb circling your puffy clit now, his free hand pinning your hips down to keep you from jerking away.
you bite your lip, refusing to make a sound even when molten heat shoots through you at his precision, determined not to give him the satisfaction.
but chan sees right through you.
“what’s wrong, princess?” he coos mockingly, his lips inching closer to yours. “too stubborn to beg for what you want?” his thumb presses down harder, rubbing insistently as your hips jerk into his hand.
the teasing is too much now, his cocky tone fanning the flames in your stomach until there’s no escape.
“fuck you, chris,” you finally spit out, grinding against his hand, but the words are a little breathless now and less convincing.
his lips slam into yours before you can fight back, the kiss rough and heated, his teeth dragging against your bottom lip before biting down gently and pulling back.
“fine. i’ll fuck you any way you want, baby- but keep acting like a brat, and don’t be surprised when you get treated like one,” chan growls, snapping your panties to the side to drag his cock through your soaked folds.
your breath catches, something sharp twisting through your chest as his tip glides over your clit, every nerve ending firing all at once.
“you’re fucking insufferable,” you mutter, even as you’re spreading your legs wider for him.
“you love it,” he says smugly, and you’d snap back if he didn’t suddenly drive his cock into you so roughly you choke on your own gasp of pure pleasure.
your head tilts back against the cushion, every inch of his thick cock dragging through your walls slowly, deliberately stretching you out in that way that never fails to knock the breath out of you.
“shiiiit, princess- you always feel so good,” chan groans low in his chest, his fingers bruising against your thighs as he holds them apart.
all talk, you think— or you try to think— right before he pulls out completely and slams his hips back into yours with enough force to make your body jolt, a broken moan spilling from your mouth before you can bite it back.
“what’s that? not so mouthy now, are you?” his words are sharp, teasing, filthy. you claw for some semblance of control, but it’s ripped away everytime his cock drives against your g-spot, hitting so deep it’s got you squirming and gasping just to keep up.
and by the time his hand snakes to your throat, squeezing gently just to quiet the cries spilling from your lips, he’s already got you exactly where he wants you.
ik some ppl don’t like when others write chan as mean or an asshole but i gen don’t care bc this is #fiction and i also have free will so >.< (also um, thanks for 200 alrdy ?? very cool, thank u random horny strangers)
Giving: Tongue flat, deep licks, moans into you. He lives to please. Will spend 30 minutes between your legs with no complaints. Loves it sloppy. Holds your thighs open and says “come on, give it to me.” Doesn’t stop until you’re shaking. He’s a perfectionist and a giver. Tongue game strong, stamina unmatched, and he’s obsessed with reactions. He eats you out like he’s starving, fingers you at the same time, and keeps going after you cum, multiple times. Eye contact? Check. Praise? Constant. “How many times can you cum just from this?”
Receiving: Leans back, one hand on your head, other gripping the edge of the seat. Constant praise. “Just like that, baby,” and “You’re doing so well.” Loves watching you work for it. Moans low and steady, hips roll, not thrust. But if you look up at him with spit all over your mouth? He’s cumming in 10 seconds. Then tells you how proud he is.
Lee Know
Giving: He starts slow just to tease. Light licks, smirks, no pressure. But when he decides it’s time? He locks in, pins your hips, and makes a mess. Licks everywhere but where you need until you're begging. He gets off on making you desperate. Loves edging with his mouth, smirking when your hips twitch. Will pin you down just to make you take it. Clean, slow, devastatingly good. Smug and skilled. “You thought I was done?”
Receiving: Sits back with a smirk, spreads his legs, says “Go on then.” Will hold eye contact while you choke and not even blink. Into face fucking. Hands in your hair, hips moving, loves watching drool drip. Might say “Look at the mess you’re making” and make you keep going after he finishes.
Changbin
Giving: Loud, sloppy, loves hearing how wrecked he makes you. He’ll eat like a man starved, gripping your thighs, moaning into it. Goes in like it’s a workout. Big hands spreading you wide, face buried like he belongs there. You cum once? He says “again.” You cum twice? “Keep going.” Lives to make you cum. Obsessed with taste, obsessed with reactions. Uses tongue and fingers together like a pro, doesn’t stop till your legs close around his head.
Receiving: Can’t stay still. Grips your shoulders, moans openly, hips jerk forward. Gives you constant encouragement, begs a little “F-fuck, don’t stop,” while twitching in your mouth. Comes hard, probably with a deep groan and a broken whimper at the end.
Hyunjin
Giving: It’s not just oral, it’s performance. Eye contact, slow licks, long teasing, whispering praise. He’ll take his time, build you up, drag it out. Will absolutely finish you with just his tongue if he feels like it. Looks up at you with those big eyes, licks like he’s tasting wine. Loves sucking on your clit slowly, playing with his fingers inside. Might be a little too focused on the build up, but when you snap? Heaven. “Shhh... I’m not done with you yet.”
Receiving: Tries to stay composed, head tilted back, breathing heavy until you go deep. Then it’s over. Runs fingers through your hair gently... until he grabs a fistful. Moans high, face flushed, thighs trembling. Might whisper “fuck, you’re too good at this” in that breathy voice.
Han
Giving: Messy, sloppy, noisy. Tongue everywhere, spit everywhere. Gives head like he needs it. Moans loud, slurps loud, doesn’t care if it’s pretty. Face dripping, tongue deep, will fuck you with it until your legs cramp. Then keep going for the aftershocks. He’s nasty with it. Loves spitting, tongue fucking, sucking your clit until you scream. Gets off on making you lose control. Probably jerks off while eating you out. Smiles when you beg him to stop then goes harder. “Cum on my tongue. Now.”
Receiving: Whining, bucking into your mouth, saying your name over and over. Tugs your hair, talks nonstop “Shit, yes, fuck yes, keep going,” moaning like a pornstar. Definitely cums hard and messy, maybe even holds your head down at the end by accident.
Felix
Giving: Sweet tone, nasty mind. Starts soft, builds heat, and then completely surprises you. Deep licks, breathy moans, tongue flat and slow. Loves making you feel safe then breaking you open with intensity you didn’t see coming. Tongue is silky, kisses like a lover, and eats you out like you’re sacred. Loves making eye contact, holding your thighs gently. Will ask, “Do you like this?” then hum against your clit. Killer bass moans = free vibrations. “Can I keep going? You’re shaking so much…”
Receiving: Blushes while asking for it, but once your mouth is on him? Instant switch. Hand over his mouth, eyes wide, breath hitching. Groans deep in his chest, thighs clench, begs for more. Finishes with a whimper and then hugs you like you just saved his life.
Seungmin
Giving: Acts composed, but eats with intent. Only gives when he wants to but when he does, you’re crying. Uses his tongue just right, fingers perfectly synced, and edge control so good it’s frustrating. Smirks at your begging. Controlled, precise, and fucking ruthless. Quietly obsessed with reactions. Watches you squirm and targets what works. Once he locks in? You’re done. Might hold you still and say “Don’t run” while tonguing you through the edge. “Is that all it takes to ruin you?”
Receiving: Sits back, watches you like prey, barely reacts... at first. “Deeper.” That’s all he says. Forces your head down slowly. Smirks when you gag. Might finish on your tongue and tell you to swallow without blinking. Zero praise. Just dominance.
I.N
Giving: Curious and committed. Might start unsure but once he learns what makes you scream, he’s addicted. Uses everything. Fingers, tongue, lips, even teeth lightly. Gets turned on by how much you fall apart under him. Tongue everywhere, fingers deep, and desperate to hear you scream. Might get sloppy but means every second of it. Might overstimulate you on accident but loves watching you fall apart because of him. “Tell me what you like… so I can do it better.”
Receiving: Face red, hand over his mouth, thighs twitching. Tries to be quiet. Fails. Gasps, whimpers, probably covers his face while moaning. You go deeper, he cries out. Might cum fast and apologize, but secretly wants you to keep going.
synopsis ᜊ‧₊˚ hyunjin takes you to a sabrina carpenter show with the promise you’ll do whatever the juno pose is
wc ᜊ‧₊˚ 1.2k
warnings ᜊ‧₊˚ SMUT, piv, cowgirl, lowkey kinda switch!hyunjin (he’s very whiny), one singular spank, creampie
a/n ᜊ‧₊˚ i know im like..months late to this trend but HERE IT IS i love u sab AND THANK U GUYS SM FOR ALL RHE LOVE YALL R THE BEST SMOOOOOCH
you sat, shaking w exciting in your seat, we hyunjin joined you, two drinks in his hands. he gave you a look.
“you excited y/nnie?” he raised an eyebrow with a grin as he took a sip from his cup.
you dramatically rolled your eyes, “how could i not be hyune!? we’re so close to the stage when she comes out im gonna be able to see my reflection in her sweat!” you grabbed your hand and squeezed it, “thank you so much baby for getting us such good seats, you know you didn’t have to.” you pouted a little.
“how could i say no to that face.” his face was adorned with nothing but love as he leaned in and pecked your lips
you giggled, “i’m gonna be the death of your wallet.”
he faked a dramatic sigh and slumped in his seat a little, “don’t i know it”
yes, you were excited to see the show of course, but your heart fluttered at a filthier thought. before the show, before tickets were even bought, you had shown hyunjin the trend where couples did the juno pose of the concert they went to. you know he’d deny it to anybody who asked, but you knew deep down that that trend was the whole reason he bought the tickets in the first place.
when the performance had finally started, and the much anticipated song came up, your legs bounced with excitement and nerves and the crowd roared when sabrina got down on her knees and pretended to “ride” the stage.
before you could even fully turn to face him, you could see the pure joy and excitement on hyunjins face as he stood and cheered along with the crowd. you both turned to each other and he gave you a look signaling, ‘are you ready for tonight?’
the ride back to the hotel you two were staying at for the concert was a blur, hyunjin could hardly keep his hands off you and if it wasn’t for the fact he was driving he would’ve pulled you into the drivers seat and had you ride him there. at every red light he’d reach over, pulling you into a passionate, yet sloppy, makeout session, and when the light turned green he’d groan and pout and turn his eyes back to the road.
your clothes were barely on by the time you were unlocking your room door, hyunjins hand hiked under your shirt unclipping your bra as fumbled with the key card, too flustered to do it correctly. the door was thrown open in a swift motion when it was finally unlocked, your back pressed against the wall as hyunjin captured your mouth in his. somehow, in a blur of motion, your guys’s clothes were on the floor and hyunjin was walking backwards towards the bed, beckoning you closer as he slowly stroked his already leaking cock. he laid back on the bed, head surrounded by pillows against the head board as his legs parted a little, giving you a perfect view of how hard he was.
you crawled over him on all fours, taking your time and teasing him with how slow you were going. he jutted out his bottom lip as he whined.
“y/nnie..please! i need you! just ride me muse!” he gave you the biggest most pleading eyes, and who were you to say no to him?
“be patient hyunnie.” you clicked your tongue, straddling his thighs as you pressed your leaking cunt against his throbbing cock.
his hands rubbed at his eyes as he whimpered, grinding his hips to try and get any sort of relief. you reached down, pressing his cock against your clit as you matched his grinding, both of you moaning out in harmony. without any warning, you guided his tip into your pussy, sliding it in and out to try and adjust to the feeling.
he gasped out, eyes going wide and staring down at where you’re two bodies were meeting, “fuck muse! god youre pussy is just so perfect, sucking in my tip like that.. think you can take any more?”
you nodded, biting your lip as you sat farther down on his length, gasping out at how he stretched you out perfectly. you took him even further, inch by inch, his moans fueling you on, until you were flush together. you threw your head back, just basking in the feeling of being filled to the brim with his cock before resting your hands on hyunjins chest. slowly, you lifted your hips up until his tip was about to come out before you sat back down on him.
“muse! please! please..go faster..need to feel you fuck yourself on my cock.” he whined out, bringing one hand to rest on your hip while the other raised to his mouth, biting on his finger to try and keep himself quiet. but it was useless because why you began to grind down, his moans just got louder.
you felt your clit rub up against his pubic bone and felt your cunt tighten around your boyfriends dick, the combination of the two types of stimulation driving you crazy.
“fuck hyune, you’re so big..feels so good,” you arched your back and started to bounce your hips, “need you baby, been too long since we’ve done this position.”
he gasped out at your picked up speed and grinned, “my favorite.” his eyes were glued in front of him, watching how your breasts swayed with each of your movements.
he reached out, pinching a nipple and earning a gasp from you. his mouth dropped open into a smirk as he leaned forward, bringing his mouth closer to your nipple before popping it in his mouth and sucking gently.
you whimpered and your hips stuttered.
“ah ah..don’t stop muse, come on, you can handle this can’t you?”
you tried your best to collect yourself before nodding, trying your hardest to maintain your rhythm while hyunjin focused his mouth on your sensitive nipples.
god you remembered why this position was your guys’s favorite, he could get so much deeper at this angle. your mind wandered to all the other times you had rode him, the way he always looked so gorgeous and fucked out underneath you, and without even realizing it, your hips had slowed to almost a halt.
a swift hand was brought down across your ass, snapping you back into reality quickly.
“muse can’t focus can she? she need me to fuck her? can’t get off on my cock on her own?” he had the most smug look on his face as he teased you.
you shook your head and leaned back, resting your hands on his thighs as you raised your hips and slammed back down on his length. you choked out moans and whimpers as hyunjin leaned forward to rub small circles on your clit, edging you on. he couldn’t take his eyes off your dripping pussy and how his cock would disappear inside you, leaving a creamy white ring around his base. you threw your head back, your moans getting louder the closer you got and your hips moving faster.
“fuck, hyunjin..m gonna cum”
his hand picked up speed on your clit while his other one gripped your thigh, “me too muse..cum with me..please?”
your hips stuttered as you came, the tiniest bit of stimulation making you twitch. he wasn’t far behind you as he shot his load deep inside your pussy, loudly grunting as he did so.
“muse, fuck, look at you dripping with me.” he mumbled under his breath as he slowly lifted your hips up off his cock, watching his seed drip out onto his tip.
Contains: shameless filth with multiple rounds(sex bender I dare say), freaks falling in love with each other's freakiness, pent-up illustrator/artist unistudent!hyunjin who is kinda shy/bit of a loser and equally as pent up TA!reader
Names used, positions and kinks: baby(for both), ma'am(for reader), pretty girl(for reader), sweetheart(for him), slight choking, tear licking, cowgirl, missionary, ass up face down, dry humping, make out, flirting, dirty talk
Wc: 7.3k
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It wasn't your fault; his lips looked like the sin of lust come alive. It wasn't your fault you both frequented the same bar, either. And it most definitely wasn't your fault that he was a grade A munch.
At least that's what you told yourself when, for the third time that week(it was Wednesday), Hyunjin texted you asking to see you. He was distracted and aching. Pervert.
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But a bit from the beginning of it all:
The first time you slept together was an accident and an indulgence in both your stupidly human desires.
It was about a month into the new academic year, and it was your first time teaching Hyunjin’s class. Having had only a couple of lectures with them, you didn’t remember all their faces, let alone each of their names; there were more than 80 people, for fuck’s sake, plus Hyunjin wasn't from the goody two-shoes types that sat in the front row for you to remember his face. He sat a little further back, always observing you, silently.
So when your eyes passed over the neighbouring table when you were at a bar with your friends, you didn’t pay any mind to the man whose eyes were digging into the ground since the second he saw you walk in. You didn’t know who he was, but he sure as hell knew you.
It was a Friday night after his table of friends, and yours seemed to merge as the night went on inside a bar that you had been going to for years now. And it seemed like he had also taken a liking to it after moving into the city for university.
You didn’t notice him at first.
Which, in hindsight, might’ve saved you a lot of trouble if it had stayed that way.
He noticed you, though. That much was obvious later—painfully obvious, in the way everything about him tended to be once you knew where to look.
It started small.
A glance that lingered too long. Then disappeared the second you even shifted slightly toward him. The kind of thing you almost miss if you’re not paying attention—but once you are, it becomes impossible to ignore.
You caught it by accident.
Halfway through a conversation, your eyes flicked past his table—and there he was, already looking at you. Not casually. Not in that effortless, confident way some people do.
No—he looked like he’d been staring. And the second your eyes met, he froze. Actually froze. His posture stiffened, his fingers tightening around his glass like he didn’t know what to do with them anymore. His gaze dropped so fast it was almost impressive, like he’d been burned.
You blinked.
Huh.
Pretty, your brain supplied a second later, unhelpfully. Pretty in a way that didn’t match the rest of him—the awkwardness, the way he seemed slightly out of place in his own body, like he hadn’t quite figured out where to put his limbs.
And then, like he felt you still looking, he glanced back up. Just for a second.
Long enough to confirm that, yes—he had been staring.
And yes—he was doing it again.
You didn’t look away this time.
That was your first mistake.
—
The tables merging wasn’t planned either. It just… happened. Someone dragged over a chair, someone else shifted, drinks were shared, names were exchanged too quickly to remember. The kind of messy social overlap that always happens when the night stretches long enough, and the music gets just loud enough to excuse proximity.
And suddenly, he was closer.
Not next to you. Not yet.
But close enough that you could see the way he kept glancing over—and then immediately pretending he wasn’t.
It was almost… endearing.
Almost.
“What’s your name?”
You didn’t even realize you’d spoken until he startled. Actually startled.
His head snapped toward you, eyes wide for half a second before something like panic flickered across his face.
“Oh—uh—” His voice caught. You raised a brow.
He swallowed, visibly collecting himself. “Hyunjin.”
He said it like he wasn’t sure it was the right answer.
You repeated it, slower. Testing it. His ears turned red. Not a little. A lot.
“…yeah,” he said quietly, like he didn’t trust his voice to do much more than that. You leaned back slightly, studying him now without pretending otherwise.
“Relax,” you said. “I’m not interrogating you.”
“I’m relaxed,” he replied immediately. He was not relaxed.
His grip on his glass said otherwise. So did the way his shoulders were slightly hunched, like he was trying to make himself smaller even though he very much wasn’t. You hummed. “Sure.”
—
He didn’t flirt. That was the thing. Or—if he did, it wasn’t intentional.
There were no smooth lines. No teasing confidence. No practiced charm.
Instead, there was this constant, quiet attention. He listened too closely. Watched too carefully and reacted a second too late sometimes, like he was processing everything you said twice before responding.
And when you spoke directly to him?
It was worse. He’d look at you—really look—and then immediately seem like he regretted it. Like he didn’t know what to do with the fact that you were looking back.
“You’re quiet,” you pointed out at some point.
“Sorry.”
You snorted. “That wasn’t a complaint.”
“Oh.” He paused. “Okay.” And then he went right back to being quiet.
You stared at him for a second.
“Do you come here often?” he surprisingly spoke again.
You snorted before you could stop yourself. “That’s the worst line I’ve ever heard.”
“I know.” His voice was softer up close. Low, a little rough around the edges, like he didn’t use it properly.
“I’ve been a regular for years, actually,” you let out smoothly, curious as to where he’s going to take it.
“It may be a bad line, but you answered,” he said so so quietly, blushed at his own attempt at flirting(yes- this was him trying to flirt). Oh, so he can be sassy? You thought to yourself.
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He ended up next to you without either of you acknowledging it.
One moment, there was space. The next, there wasn’t.
His knee brushed yours under the table. And immediately jerked away. “Sorry—”
“It’s fine.” you said smoothly. He hesitated. Then, slowly, like he was testing something, his knee drifted back. Barely touching. Like he was giving you every opportunity to pull away.
You didn’t. That was your second mistake.
—
You started noticing things. The way his fingers fidgeted when he wasn’t holding something. The way he kept licking his lips without realizing it. The way he’d open his mouth like he was about to say something—and then stop himself. And the staring. God, the staring.
“You do that a lot,” you said suddenly.
He tensed. “Do what?”
“Look at me like that.”
His entire body went still.
“I—don’t—”
“You do.”
You tilted your head slightly, watching him squirm under the attention.
“Why?”
He opened his mouth. Closed it. His throat moved when he swallowed.
“I just—” he started, then stopped again, visibly flustered. “I wasn’t—trying to—”
“That’s not what I asked.”
That made it worse.
His ears were fully red now. His gaze dropped to the table, like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.
“I just think you’re—” He cut himself off.
You waited.
He didn’t finish.
“…what?” you prompted.
He shook his head quickly. “Nothing.”
You leaned in slightly.
“Hyunjin.”
That got his attention. He looked at you like he didn’t have a choice.
“Yes?”
There it was again—that soft, immediate response. Like he was tuned to you in a way he couldn’t turn off. You held his gaze for a second longer than necessary.
“You’re bad at this.”
“…I know.”
No hesitation. No ego. Just quiet, honest defeat.
And for some reason— that was worse.
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The first time you touched him on purpose, he stopped breathing. You didn’t even do anything. Just reached over to take his glass when he’d set it down too close to the edge.
Your fingers brushed his. That was it.
But he reacted like you’d done something much bigger. His shoulders tensed. His inhale hitched—sharp, audible if you were close enough (you were). You paused.
Looked at him.
“…you good?”
He nodded too quickly. “Yeah.” He was not good.
You didn’t move your hand right away. Neither did he. And suddenly the air felt heavier than it should. That was your third mistake.
—
By the time your friends had drifted off and the bar had grown louder and more crowded, you were very aware of him. Of how close he was. Of how he kept glancing at you like he was trying not to and failing. Of how every time you shifted, he noticed.
“You’re thinking too much,” you told him.
“I do that.”
“I can tell.”
He let out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh.
“Sorry.”
You rolled your eyes. “Stop apologizing.”
“…okay.”
He lasted maybe thirty seconds.
“Sorry—”
You laughed this time, cutting him off. He ducked his head, embarrassed—but smiling a little.
And there it was. That soft, helpless thing about him. That yearning.
It crept up on you without warning.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
You didn’t expect him to say it. Honestly, you thought you’d be the one to push it there eventually—if it even got there at all. But he did.
And immediately looked like he regretted it.
“I mean—not like—if you don’t want to, that’s—fine, I just thought—” he rushed out, words tripping over each other. “It’s loud, and—”
“Hyunjin.”
He stopped. Looked at you.
“…yeah?”
“Breathe.”
He exhaled.
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That night. God, that night. You entered your apartment at around 1 am.
Thank god it was a Friday night because you kept each other up until 4.
When you pressed your lips to his in the elevator, he returned the kiss immediately, twice as eager, but his hands were held up in the air like he had just gotten busted by the cops or something. Yours were around his neck. After the greedy kiss, you pulled away and cracked your eyes open. Seeing his hands in the air made you giggle.
What you didn’t anticipate was that just as you reached your own hands towards his, he let out a breath that was accompanied by the faintest, most pathetic whimper and dove back into your lips. He licked your lower lip, and when you didn’t open your mouth the second he did that, he started leaving quick pecks and tilted his head to suck gently on your lower lip. A little entitled, huh.
By the time you were on your couch, he had at least gathered the courage to lay his hands on your waist. You had straddled him, fingers in his hair, grinding back and forth, and the moments you weren’t kissing were spent with your lips millimeters away from each other, breathing heavily. You pressed down harder and ground forwards, making his jaw hang as he let out a breathy whimper along with a shaky breath.
His hands wrapped tighter around your waist, moving you greedily to grind you down exactly where he needed you. The drag pulled a slight whine from you as the hard zipper of his jeans stroked your clit teasingly through your clothes.
You held his jaw in place so you could kiss him better as you felt him start to shake, his hands specifically trembling undeniably.
“Fuck- sorry,” he said quietly in between the filthy sound of your wet lips separating, “It’s just a lot.” You didn’t respond, only gripped him more roughly, making him moan at the feeling.
He whimpered into the kiss as you continued to rock your hips. His bottom lip between your teeth, then his tongue in your mouth, then your hot breaths tangling when you pull away for a break. Drowning in him was dizzying.
And it was all a lot for him. So much so that when you held onto his shoulders and pushed them so you could sit up and grind down with even more force, you observed that his plump lips were wet and glistening, but so were the corners of his mouth. This motherfucker was drooling. Not only that, his eyes had glassy tears on the brink of his lashline only because of a make out, his cheeks were red, and blush continued down his neck. His brows were slightly arched up, his hands were still shaking around your waist, and his chest was heaving up and down. One of your hands slowly wrapped around his throat, as you held eye contact with the mess of a man below you.
“I see you're enjoying yourself, huh?” you said while putting some pressure on his neck. He nodded repeatedly. You stopped your movements immediately. “Yes, ma’am, yes, I’m enjoying myself, ma’am, I-I am.” His voice hurried to come out, shaking and rougher than usual, cracking in the middle of his words once he felt the halt of your body. You hummed approvingly and continued your steady grinding. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whispered continuously like a man gone mad. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Leaning forward, you laid a soft kiss on his jaw and pushed more of your body weight onto your hands that were on his throat, consequently pressing down on it, making him moan and buck his hips up. “Fuck” he moaned, “You like that, baby.” You didn’t ask, just told him, the guy clearly had a thing for pain. “I do, ma’am, please.” He looked like he was in a trance, eye either looking at your lips like a stranded man at water or looking at the point between your legs that connected you to him as you moved.
His hands finally gathered the courage to move. They drifted from the side of your breasts down to your ass and then settled on squeezing your thighs as they moved against him. He didn't squeeze in a vulgar way; his palms felt like he was molding clay, eager and intentional. You leaned your head forward, tilting your face as if hovering over his. “Open wide for me, pretty boy,” you commanded in a tone that alone could make his knees buckle. He obeyed immediately, opening his mouth and letting his tongue halfway out while looking up at you. The image alone made your brain short-circuit. You tangled one of your hands into the front of his hair as the other one stayed wrapped about his neck.
You gathered some spit in your mouth and let it drip down directly onto his tongue. With a failure to suppress your smile, you bit your lip, but you noticed- he’s not moving, he hasn’t swallowed. He was waiting for your order to do so.
You decided to take advantage of his obedience. You leaned, letting go of his neck, petting his chest as you sucked sweet marks on his soft skin as the poor man was putting all of his concentration into keeping his mouth in the same position and his head tilted up for your saliva so it wouldn’t spill from the surface of his tongue.
After a minute of that, you felt his hands move and massage your thighs gently, begging. His movements were accompanied by a tight whine coming from deep in his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut, just to have them land on you when he opened them. Cloudy, half-lidded, teary eyes looking at you like you were his salvation.
“You are such a good boy for me, baby,” you said fondly into his ear, not giving any attention to his pleas. Pulling your head back, you enjoyed the view for one last second before giving the order, “Let me see you swallow it now.” Oh, and he did, with so much force that he gasped after because he didn’t realize he’d paused his breathing while waiting for your command.
Both of you stayed still for a second, just staring at each other. Maybe in disbelief of how well you were matching each other’s freak, maybe just taking a moment before you jumped each other’s bones. It was more the ladder, in all honesty, the first one could wait for later.
While staring, you couldn’t help but think his little fazed gaze was incredibly endearing, so you giggled while petting the side of his face. Apparently, he took that as you about to leave him just like that because what he did next surprised you(pleasantly). He held your waist securely while your hands instinctively went to his shoulders, and he flipped you so you were lying on the couch. He was panting over you; he’s shaking again. “Please, I-I know I'm shaking, that just happens when I get overwhelmed,” he started, pleading with his beautiful eyes, hair messy and cheeks flushed, “but I need this, please, need it so bad.”
As opposed to what he would have expected you to do, his vulnerability made you cup his face and bring him in for a deep, toothachingly sweet kiss. “You need it badly, baby?” you said against his lips in a voice that made his cock drip. He nodded like a dumb puppy, “Mhm, yeah, yes, please.” his sweet voice and shameless honesty made you coo at him as one of your hands descended from his face to palm his cock through his pants. He gasped and bit his lip, looking down at your hand. As you felt a more damp spot, your gaze went down and saw the embarrassingly prominent darkened fabric on his crotch.
“Oh, I can tell,” you said teasingly, “Look at yourself, sweetheart, such a mess.” You looked back up at him with a devilish smile, not even trying to hide how proud you were that you had this effect on him.
He closed his eyes tightly, tilting his head up to suppress the needy moan threatening to come out of his throat purely because of the grazing of your hand and your degrading tone. “I know, I know,” he whispered more to himself.
“Hyunjin, look at me,” you said more sternly. He did, immediately. “You're such a pretty little thing, it’d be a shame not to ride you.” You swore you saw the gears in his brain turn, trying to process what you said and how you said such a thing in the same tone you’d tell him your grocery list.
He couldn’t say anything; he was trying to think of an entire sentence to say, but he couldn’t- failed miserably. So instead, he just nodded, then leaned down and kissed you like a dog licking his owner’s face in gratitude. You gently pushed him away with a smile, “Undress.”
When I tell you he skedaddeled and went to take his t-shirt off and pull his pants down. You took off your bottoms and unbuttoned your shirt, then he scooped you in both arms. “Hey!” you yelped in a fit of giggles as you found yourself unexpectedly in the air, his hands under your ass, your knees bent and clamping around his offensively small waist instinctively. He smiled, seeing you laugh, your faces centimeters away from each other, grinning like idiots. When you both stopped letting out breathy giggles and a moment of silence settled, you wrapped your arms around his neck again. “A bit impatient?” he nodded eagerly. ”Sit.” A second later, he has plopped down on the couch with you in his arms.
Your lips were connected as you glided your fingers down his stomach, grazing his V-line. Smiling into the kiss as you felt the little veins going down his abdomen, you hooked your pointer fingers on his underwear and pulled so so slowly, making him whine. He was desperate and eager yet seemed so weirdly anxious and shaky. He felt you pull away from the deep French kiss and kept latching his lips onto whatever he could- your jaw, neck, collarbone, chest, below your ear, on your shoulder- everywhere.
Once his underwear was pulled to a certain point, it revealed the entirety of his length. The painful hardness of it made his cock stand up between your bodies. Before you climbed onto it, you admired it for a second. Taking your pointer finger, sliding it from the tip that pathetically dripped precum to the side of his cock, feeling the veins that were made even more prominent by the visceral desire he was feeling. He whined and cursed under his breath at the view of you taking in with such fascination how embarrassingly hard and twitchy he was. You moved back up to his glistening tip, tapping it repeatedly with the pad of your finger, making his hips jerk involuntarily because of how sensitive he was. “J-jesus christ,” he let out shakily, turning his head to the side like he was losing his mind(he was). You genuinely giggled, amused at all his little reactions.
His hands slid lower, rubbing the band of your underwear, asking silently but still not daring to move the piece of clothing. “Please, p-please, just-” he whispered like a prayer while looking up. “Aww, sweet baby,” you cooed. As much as you wanted to be your usual self, the level of vulnerability he was reaching and how twitchy he was were really getting in the way. You weren't heartless after all. “Use your words, love.” Ok, maybe a little.
As opposed to before, he nodded, understanding your command, and took a deep breath, gathering all his functioning brain cells to say his needs out loud for you. It was so painfully endearing to see his desperation to do well. “Just wanna be inside you, ma'am,” he whined, “feel you around me, please.” His lips were already red and puffy from all the kissing. “Good boy.” You reached down and pulled your underwear to the side. “Oh my fucking god,” he let out, all choked up from the sight, as he rubbing circles on your thighs. With your other hand, you wrapped it around his tip tightly and stroked down, making an embarrassingly large amount of precum ooze out of the poor man. He hissed at the tightness of your fist. Reaching up again to his tip, you angled it up and moved it to align yourself with him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck”, he started trembling even more out of anticipation as he felt his tip finally touch your wet slit, sliding a bit towards your clit, making the muscles on the back of your thighs twitch, then down to the entrance.
With slow movements and one hand on his shoulder, you sank down until his cock was halfway inside, making his jaw hang low. He gripped your hips tightly, “W-wait, I-” he squeezed his eyes shut, and you felt the muscles on his abdomen tighten. You smiled and hummed. “Just, just, I'm- it's a lot, just a lot,” he muttered out, “please, slow or I'll-” he kept interrupting himself to take breath heavily. “I'm already close, ma'am, please, I don't want to embarrass myself.” While he was saying that last part, you had started to sink down even further, excited to pull more reactions out of him. “No, please,” you started as you moved down, “go ahead,” you went down a bit more, “embarrass yourself for me, baby,” and you felt your pussy touch the hilt of his cock, now entirely in you. “Fuck” he let out a high-pitched curse, at the feeling and your audacious words. He couldn’t control his body as his hips jerked up, making his torso curl deliciously into you. The movement knocked you out of balance, and your hand landed on his abdomen, feeling the muscles there spasm as he tried desperately to control the urge to cum deep inside you while fucking up into you.
“Take a deep breath,” you ordered while your own brows were furrowed, trying to concentrate. He listened to you, of course, he did. You both kept eye contact as you took in deep inhales, your chests rising up and down. The gesture of tenderness and consideration made his heart swell; he thought you'd have kicked him out by now honestly. “I'm gonna start moving, now.” He nodded dumbly, still looking up at you like he was in a trance.
At first, you started by rocking your hips back and forth. His eyes stayed glued to the spot where you were connected and to the movements of your waist. “Fuck, so good, feels so good, ma'am,” he whined, voice cracking once every couple of words. You nodded and sped up your movements, now going up and down on his length. And he had length, alright. You felt your walls going up and then down, letting him stretch you out again. You moaned quietly, and he took the opportunity. “I'm making you feel good, ma'am, right?”
He was nervous about your answer, but what he didn't expect was for you to laugh in his face. “You aren't making me feel good, sweetheart, this cock is doing the job for you.” You finished with a moan of your own as you sped up your movements even more. If the euphoric feeling of you wrapped around him wasn't this strong, Hyunjin was sure he would have cried at your cruel words. But he knew you. He was sure you didn't know who he was, but he knew you, and frankly, this was the version of you he thought he would get all night, so really, he had no right to complain. Plus, it wasn't like you were lying.
Hyunjin let out a choked moan, his hips bucking up involuntarily as your words hit him like a punch to the gut. He could feel your walls clenching around him, squeezing his aching cock like a velvet vice. It was too much, too intense. He was going to embarrass himself, just like you wanted.
"F-fuck, please..." He gasped out, his voice ragged and desperate. His hands gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging into your soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises. He knew he should be gentle, should take this slow, but the pleasure was overwhelming, consuming him whole.
You started to move faster, bouncing on his cock. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room, mixing with your moans and his grunts and whimpers. Hyunjin could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as his release approached quickly.
"I'm... I'm close. Fuck, I can't... I'm going to..." He babbled incoherently, his words lost in the haze of lust and desire. His vision was blurring, his mind going blank. There was only you, only this moment. His eyes only opened once he felt your hand around his throat again.
Hyunjin's eyes shot open wide, his breath catching in his throat. His pulse jumped under your touch, his heart racing like a drum. He looked up at you, his gaze hazy and unfocused, but still filled with a deep, primal need.
"Y-you want me to embarrass myself, ma’am?" He whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. He knew you had noticed how choking affected him. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing against your palm. His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of hesitation or doubt. But he found none. It was entertaining- seeing how quickly you could push him over the edge.
He whined, bit his lower lip, and he let a thick tear run down. You dipped your head towards his face, “Such a good boy.” You licked a stripe up his face, tasting the tear on his cheek. He knew he was at your mercy, completely under your control. Your hand around his throat was a reminder of that, a silent affirmation of the power you held over him. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and so alive.
With a final, desperate thrust of his hips, Hyunjin let go. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside you as he came, his hot seed spilling deep into your core. He cried out your name, a prayer and a curse all in one, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. His orgasms went on for so long that he whimpered as he felt his soul leave his body.
As the last tremors of his intense orgasm subsided, Hyunjin slowly came back to himself. He blinked up at you, his vision clearing, only to be hit by a wave of embarrassment and shame. He had come first, before making sure you were satisfied. The realization made his spent cock twitch weakly inside you.
"I... I'm so sorry," he stammered, his voice thick with remorse. He reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "I didn't mean to... I should have made you feel good first. I'm sorry, it just felt too good."
He looked down, unable to meet your eyes as a deep blush spread across his cheeks and down his neck. His hands fidgeted on your hips, squeezing gently as if seeking forgiveness.
"Please, let me make it up to you," he pleaded softly, making you let out a breathy giggle, "I want to prove that I can satisfy you, that I can be a good lover. I want to feel your pleasure, want to hear you scream my name, please.” He said all these things while his head had already dipped to lay apologetic wet kisses all over your neck.
With surprising intentionality, he slowly guided you off his cock that was still hard as a rock, hissing softly as the cool air hit his sensitive flesh. Once you were both free, he kissed you deeply and so heartbreakingly gently. “Get on all fours for me?” Even when he asked for something, it sounded like begging. ”Sure, baby, show me you can make me feel good.” You went into position, back arched, looking back at him.
Hyunjin's eyes darkened with renewed desire as he watched your slow movements. He licked his lips, his cock twitching at the erotic sight. You knew what you were doing, leaning your shoulders down, arching your back like a cat stretching.
He crawled behind you on his knees on the couch, his hands running reverently over your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your left hip just above one of your cheeks, then kissed lower, then on the other side, before trailing his tongue along your spine. Reaching the nape of your neck, he nipped lightly at your skin, his teeth grazing your flesh. His hands slid around to your front, one cupping your breast while the other dipped between your thighs, finding your clit swollen and sensitive.
"Promise, I’ll make you feel so good," he murmured against your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin. "I'm going to worship this body until you're shaking, take all that stress off you, pretty girl."
“Love the confidence you’ve gained, but if you don't fuck me right-”
“Yes, s-sorry, ma’am, I will,” he said, smiling despite himself.
He started to move, his cock sliding between your ass cheeks, the hard length slipping between them with ease. He rocked his hips, fucking your ass with his cock as his fingers worked your clit and teased your nipples as you whimpered.
He smiled, hearing your noises, and reached to push his cock down, towards your entrance. “Gonna push inside, okay, pretty girl?” jesus why was his tone getting you flustered? You nodded, biting your lip as you felt his tip nudge your clit again.
Hyunjin took that as his cue and pushed forward, the tip of his cock catching on your entrance. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of your heat, before slowly pushing inside. He had to go slowly, inch by inch, letting you adjust to his size from this new, deeper angle. Your walls stretched around him, hugging his cock tightly as he filled you up.
"Fuck, you feel tight and warm," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. Once he was fully stuffed inside you, he paused, his hips pressed against your ass. He reached around to your front, finding your clit swollen and sensitive. He circled it with his fingers, rubbing the sensitive nub gently.
He started to move then, pulling out slowly until just the tip remained inside you, before pushing back in. He set a steady rhythm, his hips rocking against yours as he fucked you. "That's it, baby, take my cock-" he tried to be assertive, I promise. But his words were cut short when you clenched around him and stole the air from his lungs. "You're doing so well, fuck, taking me so deep.”
He sped up one hand on your hip, making you fuck him back, the other still on your clit, lathering it from all the juices that were sliding towards it and rubbing it so so lightly it burned your nerves, making you clench around his cock. Hyunjin let out a choked moan. His hips stuttered for a moment before he regained his rhythm, pounding into you with renewed vigor.
"Fuck, ma’am, you're so tight," he grunted, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hip as he pulled you back onto his cock. "So fucking perfect, like you were made for me." He could feel your arousal coating his fingers as he rubbed your clit, the slick sounds filling the room. He circled the sensitive nub, teasing you mercilessly, determined to make you fall apart on his cock first this time.
"That's it, baby, fuck me back," he encouraged, his voice low and rough with lust. "I wanna feel you cum around my cock, ma’am, prove to you this cock can make you feel so good."
His thrusts became more erratic, more desperate, as he chased his own release. He could feel it building, his balls tightening as the pleasure mounted. But he was determined to make you cum first, to prove that he could satisfy you and make you lose your mind as you could him.
He noticed you go quiet for a second. You had pulled one of the decorative pillows to hide your face in, and only your quiet, breathy moans could be heard. Your toes curled shamelessly, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix perfectly.
"Please, don't hold back," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Let me hear you, let me hear how good I'm making you feel. I want everyone to hear I’m the one making you feel good."
He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, his cock hitting deep, making you see stars. His fingers on your clit moved faster, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, quick circles. He could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, knew you were close.
"Come on, ma’am, give in," he urged, ”Please, give in to me, let me feel you,” his voice strained with his own impending release. "Cum for me, I want to feel this perfect fucking pussy gripping my cock even tighter”, he kept babbling on. Taking his hand off your hip but continuing his mean deep thrusts, he reached forward and started stroking your hair. Running his fingers through it gently to coax your orgasm out of you. “Let go for me, ma’am, please, wanna feel you fall apart." You were trying to breathe heavily between your moans and his smooth voice, laced with this neediness of his, and his perfect cock hitting you just where you needed were really making it difficult for you. You were close, so close, it burned.
He could feel his own orgasm building, his cock throbbing inside you, but he held back. This time, he wanted to see, hear, and feel you crumble.
You couldn't hold back any longer. Hyunjin's words, his touch, the relentless pounding against her cervix - it was all too much. With a sharp cry, you came undone, your body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. You screamed his name, tearing it from your throat. Pussy clamped down around his cock, gripping him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.
Hyunjin groaned, long and low, as he felt your pussy spasm around his cock. The sensation was incredible, your walls fluttering and milking his length as you came. He had to grit his teeth, fighting the urge to let go and join you in bliss.
"Thank you, ma’am, thank- oh fuck” he growled, his hips never faltering as he fucked you through your orgasm. "Fuck, I can feel you, fucking soak my cock with your cum.” he said, watching your pussy spasm around him, “I want to feel every fucking second of it."
He reached his hand again and pushed some of your hair away from your face. He wanted to see, wanted to watch the ecstasy on your face. He leaned down, kissing your shoulders and cheek as you panted, coming down from your orgasm. He was left high and dry since he’d basically edged himself to make you cum. But it didn’t matter to him; what was important was that you had cum first, and he’d lie if he said that didn’t give his ego at least a bit of a boost.
He let out a choked moan, though as he felt your ass fuck back onto him. “Can’t leave you like this,” you said with a smirk as you watched his face contour in pleasure. “Oh my fucking god,” he whined.
Hyunjin couldn't resist the temptation of your quivering body any longer. With a grunt, he flipped you both over, settling between your spread thighs. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust and adoration as he took in your flushed cheeks and heaving chest. You wrapped your legs around him, locking in place.
"Wrap your arms around me, ma’am," he commanded softly, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you, all of you, as I make you mine." Maybe you were too lost in the moment to reprimand him for saying that, maybe you did like that he said that- he’ll never know.
You eagerly complied, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The new position allowed him to sink even deeper into you, his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. You could feel every throbbing inch of him, stretching you, filling you completely, his chest against your chest. You kissed again like you hadn’t kissed in a million years- deep, slow, filthy.
He started to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. He braced himself on his elbows, looking down at you as he fucked you. His eyes were locked onto yours, watching your every reaction, committing every expression to memory.
"I’m so fucking close," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Cum inside again, baby, fill me up." Oh hell no, the moment he heard those words, he knew he was a goner.
Hyunjin's eyes widened as he heard your words, a surge of possessive desire coursing through him. He couldn't hold back any longer, couldn't deny you or himself the pleasure.
"Fuck, ma’am, thank you," he groaned, his hips slamming into yours with renewed urgency. "I'm going to fill this pretty pussy to the brim, ma’am.”
He could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside your tight heat. He was so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Your words, your command, pushed him over.
His cock jerked and twitched as he came, his hot seed erupting from the tip and flooding your insides. He grunted and shuddered above you, his body going rigid as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over him. He whimpered, torturing himself through his orgasm with small, shallow thrusts.
He collapsed onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he rode out the aftershocks of his pleasure. As the final shudders of his intense orgasm subsided, Hyunjin lifted his head to look at you. His eyes were glazed and unfocused. He could see the satisfaction etched on your face, the way your lips were curved in a soft, contented smile. He loved it- the feeling of doing what you wanted, of satisfying you, made him feel fulfilled to an extent that should concern him.
Slowly, almost reverently, he slid off you, his softening cock slipping out of your pussy with a gush of their combined fluids. But he didn't go far. Instead, he knelt and settled between your thighs, pushing them further apart to expose your dripping pussy to his gaze that trailed it hungrily.
Hyunjin looked up at you, his eyes locked onto yours as he leaned in close. He kissed the inside of your thighs, slowly licking and nipping at areas that made you twitch. He went higher and higher. His breath landed hot against your sensitive flesh, making you shiver and clench around nothing. He smiled at your reaction, "Let me clean you up, ma'am," he murmured, his voice low and rough with lingering desire. "I want to taste every inch of this pretty pussy, want to lick up every drop of our cum, clean you up like you deserve.”
And he did. But it was evident that he didn't do it to tease you or see you wither- he only wanted to service you, clean you up, thank you. His tongue, soft and gentle, licked a stripe up your slit, then glided down to prod at your entrance, tasting what leaked with a content hum. “Fuck, I'm so exhausted,” you said with a breathy laugh as you looked down at him. He looked up, blushing solely at the sight of your post-orgasm afterglow. “Just a bit more,” he interrupted the careful tracing of his tongue, “please,” he added as gentlemanly as ever.
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So after the fucking glorious sex you had that night, he slept with you for a couple of hours and by early sunrise you stirred awake. He woke up an hour later than you did. You ushered him out the door under the pretense of having plans(you didn't).
He didn't want to leave, obviously, but he also didn't want to be pushy about it. You weren't about to let him just hang around your house, so as not to feel as bad when he stumbled while putting his pants on and asked, “Can- could I get your number maybe?” You complied, rattling your phone number out as he almost dropped his phone trying to type it in
And a minute later, he went out the door.
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Monday morning, you walked into the 8 am lecture you were presenting for Visual Culture. The little pep in your step didn't go unnoticed by the set of asymmetrical eyes that followed you when you walked in from the far seats of the lecture hall.
“Good morning, everyone,” you say steadfastly, putting your bag down onto your desk. You scanned the lecture hall and took a deep breath. “I hope everyone had a restful weekend.” When you said that, Hyunjin failed miserably to not smile ear-to-ear. “Today we are covering the topic of The Image as a Producer of Reality…”
You didn't know you had just slept with someone that you were currently giving a lecture to, and was your fellow university student. That's the part that had Hyunjin anxious. He selfishly hadn't told you when you had first started talking, so by the time things were heading in a more heated direction, he wasn't about to ruin everything. He knew you were a direct person, so your reaction when you learnt that would surely aim to punish him somehow. But maybe he'd like that.
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Author's note: #ovulation i have nothing to say for myself. But also thanks to this person who comments under every chapter of my series @ihateetoadmit and also wanted to be tagged for this post you're so sweet thank you so much!
this is for @yinminatozaki who commented for a chan ver.
☆ once a munch, always a munch (chan ver.)
pairing: bangchan x f!reader
genre: smut, drabble (minors dni)
word count: 242
warnings: pussydrunk! bangchan, oral (f. receiving), bangchan being a munch, bangchan finishing in his sweats, slight overstimulation, slight daddy kink if you look through a the highest prescription glasses in history
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there you were, spread open on the couch for chan to feast on. his tongue swirling on your needy bud as you dug your nails onto his broad shoulders to ground yourself. your whiny moans echoed throughout the space, leaving very little to the imagination of your fellow neighbors. “c-chan… ‘m gonna… fuck!” you whimpered as he continued his attack on your delicious cunt, the sounds of messy slurping mixing in with your beautiful melodies.
his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer if even possible. he growls as he alternates between sucking and flicking your clit. his hard cock straining against his sweats, being pushed more towards the edge as he continues to eat you out like his favorite meal. “cum, princess. cum for daddy, right on his tongue.” he managed to mutter against you, as if on cue your orgasm hits you rather harshly. you squeal as he works you through your orgasm, your body trembling beneath him, thighs closing in around his head. with that he cums as well, hard, a wet patch forming on his sweats.
but chan isn’t done, oh no, he continues. your hands travel up to his hair, gripping it softly as you try to pull him away. whines falling from your gorgeous lips and going straight to his now hardening cock. “o-one more, gorgeous. please…” he begs lowly and you let him continue because why would you deny him when he begs so beautifully.
Tags : oral ( f ), munch! Hyunjin, overstimulation, explicit language, hair pulling, dom! Hyunjin, lmk if I missed any
[ Yu’s lovenote .ᐟ ] the fucking honey skin. Lmfao the title though i let a giggle out
“F-fuck, hyunjin- AH!” Your strangled moans were filling the room, yet went right into one ear and out the other as Hes completely focussed on your slick entrance practically pulling his tongue in, the wet sounds having him groaning and tightening his grip just a tad.
Hes been at this for hours, you’ve tried pushing, you’ve tried slapping at his shoulders to get him to pull away just to let you breathe. But it’s no use, Hes literally stuck to your pussy, fixated on it some might say. But no doubt he’d leave it alone when it just looks so..
His hips were rutting down against the mattress with each torturing, burning lick of his aching, soaked muscle against your folds, hair an absolute mess from the way your hands were yanking and pulling at the bleached strands. Screaming his name into the sheets. He could cum in his boxers right then and there.
“G-god you taste..s-soo fucking good angel..so so so good..” he mewls, a soft whimper escaping his lips at the sight of you wrecked from just his tongue. “You take it..s-so well..” his voice was shaky, uneven with how bewildered he was, eyes blown wide, body shaking just as hard as yours, knuckles white under the sheer pressure of his grip around the plush flesh of your thighs.
You’ve already been through a horribly long period of orgasms, the bottom of his face drenched in your juices, eyes hazy and face fully flushed. It was a sight, you barely see him like this. But now? A complete, utter mess.
It’s like he can’t spend a day without his mouth on you, he couldn’t survive without the sweet taste, how all the sounds you make were because of him. It just gets him so fucking turned on he forgets how overstimulated you even become. Yet the ushered apologies clearly were sarcastic.
“M’ so..sorry baby- so so sorry..” he whispers, voice low and praising, a dark contrast of his constant abuse of your swollen clit, walls fluttering around his tongue with every push inside.
You were reaching your peek before you knew it, back arching violently, body thrashing beneath his evil ministrations, voice cracking in a hushed shudder, “shit i-fuck im cumming,,hyunjin!” You sob, hand reaching down to push down at his head, the overstimulation going right over you, shoved down by the amount of raw pleasure.
“Cmon..you can do it, for me-L-love..” he whispers roughly between sloppy, open mouthed kisses against your cunt, arms locked shut around your legs as he pushed you on and on.
And that last, long swipe of his tongue had you coming undone almost immediately, draping his chin in a mix of your juices, screeching as he suddenly presses it back against you, lapping your release messily, moaning quietly against you.
You were completely spent, body slick with sweat, hand darting up to wipe the drool from your mouth,
“Im not done..with you love..” his voice was quiet, but the choked sob that pushed past your lips when his mouth latched onto you again, abusing your sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue. Swirling it around with a fast pace.
The knot in your stomach was tight, it felt almost uncomfortable as your legs clamped around his head, squeezing so tight his cheeks were flushing with a pink tint. Moaning into your used cunt, the vibrations sending your body hurling off the soaked mattress beneath you.
He was eating you like he’d not eaten for fucking years, ravishing in the amazing taste of you, the scent of sweat and sex filling his nostrils.
“Quit..fucking moving.” He grumbles against you, eyes burning right up into yours as he pushes you further and further. Hands splayed across your hickey stained skin of your thighs, warm from his relentless sucking beforehand.
His nose didnt help either, perfectly sculpted and nudging straight along your folds every time his hot muscle breached your tight hole.
Your shocked and bewildered noises sent a wave of heat straight to his neglected cock, angry and swollen in his boxers. Practically begging for attention.
When you first met him, you didnt expect him to be a certified munch. Especially someone this experienced to have you toppling and turning under his vice-like grip. But it’s definitely not a complaint— not when Hes getting off on devouring your pussy whole as if it was his last meal.
As if his tongue wasnt enough, his ringed up fingers came up and down your slick folds, the wet squelches of your juices mixing with the sounds of pure pleasure and satisfaction coming from him, eyes glowing at the sight— his fingertips pushed in slow, gently navigating that spongey spot deep in your gummy walls, lips sucking on your nub at the same time.
—scissoring the two fingers to open you up more, pad of his fingers poking and prodding at that forbidden spot inside you, your head spinning and screeching into the pillow, hands clawing at anything stabilised you could get ahold of, breathing ragged and choked.
Another orgasm was preaching, pending as the signals of your body gave it away, eyes rolling back at his fast rhythm, fingers plunging deep in and out of your heat. You could adjust to this, not until another finger was added, wrist curling at the perfect angle. “Yeah..just like that, shes doing soo fucking good for me..”
But just as you reached your peak, his movements came to a fast halt, your eyes snap open as you gaze down at him, “h-Hyunjin fuck- keep..Moving!” You cry out, but he just tilts his head, a mocking smirk plastered on that stupid face.
“Mm..i dont know, sweetheart..im getting tired..” he mumbles against your thigh, eyes blown wide with adrenaline.
“F-fuck..” you sob, walls clenching around his stilled digits in a low beg, the pulse making him groan but keep ahold of his manner.
You tried moving your hips against them, tried grinding down on his fingers, but before you even could, he began again, pace violent and aggressive, palm burning against your weeping cunt. Your breath caught in a high pitched squeal, hands scraping at his scalp, and his mouth was on you again, lapping at the leaking entrance, where juices spilled and piled just beneath the fine curve of your ass, tongue following the flow of release with a slow motion.
You didn’t have time to react before you clamped down against him, the knot in your lower stomach bursting completely as spurts of arousal gushed out of your pussy violently, coating his hand in a pearly substance down to the curve of his wrist, his tongue darting out to sweep at it.
you learn the hard way not to test your boyfriend’s patience…
tw: light bdsm, spanking, edging/orgasm denial, degradation/praise, facefucking, light choking, overstim, dacryphilia, uhhh i believe that’s it ><
the argument starts back at chan’s parents’ house.
the entire weekend already feels like a mess of forced smiles and shallow pleasantries, but things hit a breaking point during dinner.
you knew you were being dramatic. you knew, but it was impossible not to feel invisible when the so-called family friend, some prissy girl chan’s mom had clearly been trying to set him up with for years— decided to act like she was still in the running, shamelessly inserting herself into everything.
the light touches on his arm, the animated laughs at his every word, the way her voice got all soft whenever she said, “channie,” like that was a perfectly normal way to address your boyfriend.
it made your jaw clench and your chest burn. too hard to even care that chan was trying to play it polite, brushing her off subtly in the way he always did when he didn’t want to rock the boat.
because you noticed he wasn’t brushing her off completely. he wasn’t snapping at her or shutting her down— which only added more fuel to the fire burning inside you.
“seriously, chan?” you snapped the moment you were behind the door of the guest room. “could you not have told her you have a fucking girlfriend the second she opened her mouth ??”
he blinked, confused, his brows furrowing as he stepped further into the room, casually tugging his shirt over his head while you burned holes into his back.
“baby, what are you talking about? seriously? i didn’t do anything—”
“you didn’t do anything,” you echoed sharply, throwing a hand up in disbelief. “that’s the problem!”
the argument just escalated from there, and eventually, chan dropped it in his usual, calm, chan way.
but not you.
you were far too angry, too proud to back down. the idea of sitting outside tomorrow for another awkward breakfast with her and his family made you sick, so instead, you yanked the blanket over your shoulder.
“good night.”
he stared at you for a second, clearly unimpressed, but didn’t say another word. just climbed into bed, turned away from you, and fell asleep.
- - -
the next morning, you ignored him completely.
and that’s what did it.
you know you’re in trouble the second you get back to your apartment.
it’s obvious in the way chan doesn’t even let you kick your shoes off before he closes the door behind you, locking it with steady movements as the tension thickens.
“is there something you wanna tell me, baby?” his voice is calm, smooth, but the tone makes something twist hot and fast in your stomach.
your arms cross over your chest, already defensive. “nope.”
“no?” chan’s brow lifts, his eyes glazing over your figure as his tongue clicks softly behind his teeth. “so let me get this straight.”
his steps are slow, a fucking warning as he closes the distance between you, his broad frame towering over yours as his hand reaches out to raise your jaw with deliberate care.
“you spent the entire weekend taking out your jealous little fit on me, completely ignoring me, then embarrassed both of us in front of my parents- we’ve barely even been home for five minutes, and you still won’t even look me in the fucking eye.”
you glare up at him, a quiet mix of heat and nerves bubbling inside as your thighs tense beneath his dark gaze.
he’s right, but you won’t tell him that.
instead, you press your lips into a thin, stubborn line, shifting away from his grip when he releases your jaw.
chan clicks his tongue again as his hand twitches at his side.
“got nothing to say now, huh?” he murmurs, his tone dropping slightly, a dangerous calm spreading through him as he steps closer again.
“that’s fine. be stubborn if you want.” he leans in, and your stomach clenches as his lips brush close to your ear now. “but we’re gonna fix that attitude of yours. tonight.”
before you can respond, chan’s hands are gripping your waist, tight enough to make you gasp, and he spins you around in one firm motion. his solid chest presses against your back as his voice dips, low and husky against your neck.
“get your ass into the bedroom. now.”
- - -
the punishment is... thorough.
you should’ve known chan wasn’t gonna go easy on you. not after the way you’ve been acting, pushing all his buttons and fanning the flames when he tried to defuse the situation.
“what did i tell you about mouthing off?” his words are sharp but teasing as your knees press into the mattress, a fresh sting blooming across your ass as chan’s large hand lands another firm smack against your skin.
“o-one,” you breathe out, fingers trembling against the sheets as chan soothes the mark once again, his fingers smooth and lingering over the burning red print left behind.
"one,” he echoes back slowly, “good girl. see what happens when you behave?”
your stomach twists hotly, every nerve in your body awake and tingling as the soft combination of pain and arousal floods you.
you try to keep your head down, to not give him the satisfaction of seeing your crumbling expression, but instead, a weak whimper leaves your lips.
chan notices immediately.
he grins, his lips ghosting over your shoulder as his hand smooths down the curve of your waist.
“you’re already shaking for me.”
his tone is teasing now, low and mean as his other hand slides lazily between your legs, grazing the damp fabric of your underwear as your breath catches in your chest.
“and you’re so fucking wet already, too,” his chuckle vibrates soft against your neck, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties to tap lightly over your dripping cunt, making you shudder immediately at the contact.
“y-you’re not… f-fair…” you gasp faintly, voice breaking before you can finish your sentence as one fingertip circles your clit.
“life’s not fair, sweetheart,” chan grins, placing a soft kiss just behind your ear.
he takes his time.
your back is arched, wrists pinned firmly above your head by chan’s strong hand, and every harsh thrust of his fingers into your sopping wet cunt makes your body jolt. he’s so methodical about it— each movement slow and practiced, designed to have you writhing beneath him in frustration, with no hope of relief.
your thighs keep twitching uselessly on either side of his broad shoulders. his dark eyes gleam as he watches you unravel for him, the pathetic little moans spilling from your lips making him smirk knowingly.
you want it, the orgasm practically throbbing somewhere deep inside you, but everytime it threatens to hit, he shifts the rhythm, slows his pace, pulls his fingers back until they’re just barely brushing where you need him.
“you wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours now?” he asks, his tone cool and controlled, but the dominance in his voice puddles hot and thick between your shaking thighs.
his fingers curl just right, scissoring inside your sloppy walls as they flutter weakly around him, and your breath catches in your throat, words dying as your hips buck up without permission, only to be slammed back down by the hand he has braced flat against your lower stomach.
”c-chan, i—”
“what?” he interrupts smoothly, pulling his fingers back again, your dripping arousal sticking to his knuckles in long, aching strings, as he smirks at the way you squirm and gasp under his touch. “thought you didn’t wanna say anything tonight. hmm? isn’t that what you wanted?”
a high-pitched whine escapes your lips before you can stop it, and your nails dig into your palms, frustrated tears pricking your lashes as every trembling muscle in your body tightens painfully under his gentle, devastating control.
he knows you’re right there— right on the edge, your cunt swollen and soaking wet, your sensitive clit hard enough to send you careening into oblivion if he’d only just touch it, but he doesn’t.
he’s too mean for that.
“aww, poor baby,” he murmurs mockingly as one finger circles the dripping mess he’s made just above your entrance, occasionally dipping in to stroke just enough to feel your walls clench around him again before withdrawing as you sob in frustration.
“is it frustrating? being edged like this?”
you nod instinctively, your jaw clenched tight, salty tears rolling faintly toward your ears as your hips writhe weakly beneath him, thighs trembling violently now from the overstimulation of being so fucking close but never having any relief.
every sound you make only eggs him on.
“look at you,” chan purrs, leaning in close so his lips brush faintly against your ear, the heat of his breath making your spine arch helplessly once more. “gonna cry for me, baby? gonna beg for it?”
the final breaking point comes when he fucks your throat.
your knees ache slightly against the floor, but you don’t dare shift position— not with chan looming above you like this, one of his massive hands buried in your hair, gripping tightly enough to burn deliciously against your scalp. the other cups your jaw, keeping it tilted just as he likes, forcing your mouth open wide to take his flushed, impossibly thick cock.
“there you go, baby,” he growls softly, his voice gravelly and low as the head of his cock presses deep into the back of your throat, holding there for a split second that leaves you gasping and trembling before he pulls back just enough to let you breathe.
“finally. on your fucking knees, where you should’ve been the whole time.”
drool spills shamelessly from your stretched, swollen lips, smearing along your chin as your tongue flicks at the salty fluid already dripping from his tip. chan groans softly when your body convulses on instinct, your throat tightening around him with each thrust, the gagging sound his favorite little melody as your fingertips dig weakly into his thighs.
“you’re such a fucking brat,” he mutters under his breath, voice rasping slightly as his fingers tighten their hold on your hair, keeping you steady as his pace starts to build. “giving me attitude all damn weekend, embarrassing the both of us. but look at you now. look at how perfect you are like this. taking me so well.”
your gag reflex keeps fluttering as your throat spasms violently around the head of his cock, but there’s no room for protest anymore— your mind’s gone blank, your body running on pure need as tears flood your cheeks and spill freely into the mess pooling at your knees.
he groans breathlessly at the sight, his eyes locked on the glossy, tear-streaked haze in yours.
“fuck, you’re soo pretty,” he mutters, and his voice is quieter now, almost soft.
almost.
“you gonna keep being a problem, huh?” he taunts, his hips jerking harder now, his cock completely filling your throat over and over until you’re choking audibly around him.
“or you gonna stay just like this for me?”
you blink up at him, or at least you try to. your lashes are too heavy with tears, and your vision’s nearly gone from the pure, relentless force of your submission. the sounds coming from your throat don’t even make sense anymore, but chan just smiles, his breathing heavy and his hold on you keeping your jaw slack as he fucks into your mouth— long, deep, and deliberate, until your head’s tipping further and further back, your knees slipping slightly against the soaked floor with each wrecked, desperate inhale.
“didn’t i tell you i’d fix that attitude?” his pace grows almost brutal now, his chest flexing with each shaky groan as your lips stretch tighter, spit bubbling along his too-thick length as he growls down at you again and again.
