cws: smut, jealousy, gagging, marking, handjob, unprotected sex, public sex, choking kink, sub!Han (I had so much fun teasing him I’m sorry)
word count: 2298
summary: Seeing another woman flirting with Han makes your brain go brrr
a/n: (just looking at this man makes me want to dominate him, I have no regrets) thanks again to @pineapple-burgah for inspiring me with a lot of sub!Han pics hehe, this one is for you girl. I also would like to apologize to every person working in clothing stores
“What about this one?”, you asked after pulling back the curtain.
Jisung looked at you for a second before his smile grew bigger.
“You look very pretty”.
Your shoulders slumped as you pouted. Of course, the compliment made you happy, but it wasn’t necessarily helping you with choosing an outfit.
“That like the fifth time you’ve said that”, you huffed but grinned when he pouted as well.
“Not my fault my girlfriend looks good in everything she’s wearing”, he cooed, leaning down a bit to press a quick kiss on your lips.
You shook your head at his stupid love struck words, but kissed him back. He was your stupid love struck boyfriend after all.
He had agreed to accompanying you to the mall and help you search for a new summer dress, but it turned out that he wasn’t helpful at all. Every time you showed him another one he would look at you with heart eyes and compliment you, not the outfit choice.
Maybe you just hadn’t found the right one yet, it had to be a dress that would make him swoon even more.
The next one had a floral print and a slit on the side, maybe that one would do the trick? But coming out of the stall, Jisung wasn’t standing in front of you. He wasn’t even looking at you. He was standing a few feet away, talking to one of the employees. She was obviously attracted to him, laughing at everything he was saying, even resting a hand on his arm.
It wasn’t his fault, it was his damn natural charm and cuteness, but you were still not having it. That was your man and yours only.
Without even wanting to get that agitated, you felt your anger bubble up. It was literally making your blood boil. A low growl was forming in your throat.
And with that, you stepped back into the changing cabin, getting out of that stupidly cute dress.
At this point, this was about revenge, you thought as you were looking into the mirror. You would show her that he was yours.
Mind blank because of raging jealousy, you took off your underwear as well.
“Jisung?”, you called out with a raised voice, “Can you help me with the zipper?”.
“Of course, my love”.
You snorted at the nickname he chose. Yeah, you would show him who he was in love with.
He pulled the curtain back just a bit to slip inside and when he looked at you, there wasn’t only love in those boba eyes. They were big with a lot of surprise in them, he was too stunned to speak. Jisung just stared at you in silence, lips parted.
You pulled him close before his body reacted any further or he realized that you were presenting yourself in your bare form while the only thing shielding you from literally everyone in this store was a layer of fabric.
With a swift motion you shoved him against the wall beside it. A little yelp was pushed out of his lungs, he held his breath.
“What are you doing?”, he whispered.
“Proving that you’re mine”, your fingers grabbed his hoodie, he whined.
“Huh?”.
His hands didn’t move, as if he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch you like this in public.
“I saw you, you know”, your lips grazed his jaw, “With that woman. Do I need to put a leash on you so you’ll stay?”.
He shivered, literally trembling as he let his head fall back against the wall out of instinct to give you more room to kiss him there.
“Oh god”, another whimper.
“Was that a ‘yes’, baby?”, you cooed, “Want me to put a collar on you to show everyone who you’re belonging to?”.
His hands finally found your waist, holding onto you for dear life.
“Please stop”, he said softly, voice broken, but instead of pushing you away, he was squeezing you in his hold and urging you to get even closer.
One hand of yours got hold of his jaw, holding him in place while the other one sneaked under his hoodie. With a featherlight touch, you let your fingers dance over his abs, relishing in how much he was squirming against the wall because of it.
You bit into the skin right below his ear, pulling another whine out of him.
“That woman seemed to like you”.
“I- hahh- I didn’t do anything”, he replied immediately.
You grinned against his skin, placing another kiss to his throat before stepping back a bit. Jisungs eyes were glassy and big, the devotion in it basically screaming at you. God, you wanted to eat him whole if you could.
“I know baby”.
Jisung would never, he loved you dearly. And you were fully reciprocating these feelings, you just liked to tease him and he enjoyed it - you knew he liked to be handled a bit rougher.
So you palmed him through his pants, massaging him with a slow pace. The grunt he let out and the fact he already was involuntarily humping your hand encouraged you to grow bolder, to go even further and unbuckle his belt.
“No wait-!”, he stopped you mid motion, talking frantically, “You wanna do this here? But- I can’t, I-“.
You cupped his cheek, gently stroking it and he really fucking leaned into the touch. God.
“Can’t stay silent?”.
He shook his head, already breathing quicker.
You tongued your cheek, but then grinned widely.
“No problem”, you said, picking up your panties, “Open”.
The little moan he gifted you went straight to your pussy, watching him obeying you without words and opening his mouth so willingly made you throb. You shoved the fabric between his teeth, he bit down on the lace, his eyes fluttering shut.
“What a good boy you are”, you praised him, earning a muffled gasp.
You got back to your previous task, opening his pants and moving your hand past the waistband of his underwear to pull his dick out. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, feeling how he twitched immediately.
Jisungs hands were stroking you absentmindedly, as if they moved on their own - hovering over your spine and going down to your ass. His breath was ragged and came in quick huffs through his nose, face scrunched up in pleasure.
He was already leaking, you used your thumb to spread his precum over the head, he grunted.
“Does that feel good, baby?”, you smiled, giving him a few slow pumps.
The dark haired nodded weakly, too caught up in his bliss. You yanked him towards you by the collar of his hoodie, your lips met his throat again, biting the sensitive skin, sucking on it.
His taste was as sweet as ever, your tongue swiped over the angry red color. You grinned at the mark, satisfied how prominent it was, everyone would see it and know that he was taken. You didn’t care about the fact that fans could see it, they were all already suspecting that he was in a relationship.
You pulled him away from the wall some more, moving to his neck. He rested his head on your shoulder, slumping against you as he whimpered when you sunk your teeth in there too.
You felt his fluttering heartbeat and you were sure you both were synchronized. He clawed at you, holding onto you as if you could vanish any second.
“You’re doing so good, Ji. Want a reward?”.
Jisung sighed as soon as your hand was jerking him off a bit faster, nodding again.
You let go off him, guiding him to sit on the stool in the cabin. The glasses he chose to wear today were a bit wonky, all fogged up. You took them off, setting them aside so you could properly look at him. His face was reddened, jaw and throat littered with faint remnants of your lipstick, hickeys on the right sight of his neck. You grinned.
He reached out for you, eyes hazy like he was drunk. Spit was running down from the side of his mouth to his chin. He already looked so perfectly ruined, it turned you on so much you couldn’t wait anymore. Holding back now was not an alternative.
So you climbed onto his lap, straddling him and taking his face into your hands.
“Baby, when I remove your gag, will you be able to stay quiet?”.
He shook his head quickly, already trembling out of pleasure and a grunt coming up when the head of his cock got trapped against your clit.
You pouted, pressing a kiss against his sweaty temple. You decided to let things be like they were, scooting closer and guiding his dick to your entrance.
Jisungs whole body tensed up with the attempt to be quiet as he was sliding in so easily because of your arousal. You had to additionally press your hand over his gagged mouth to smother as much sound as possible. He was moaning so loudly, you were sure someone must’ve heard him. His eyes were silently begging, and it was not the kind of plea of asking you to stop.
When he looked at you like that, he wanted you to ruin him completely, he wanted to come apart and he wanted you to use him for your pleasure.
It sparked a fire inside you. As if this situation wasn’t already risky enough, he was also looking at you like that.
He bottomed out, his hands pushing your hips down as much as possible, letting you grind on him like this.
“Thaaats it, baby”, you praised him, your hand sliding down from his mouth to wrap your fingers around his throat, “Give me a sign when I can move, yeah?”.
Jisung huffed, closing his eyes for a second and letting his head fall back into his neck. He was twitching and pulsing heavily inside of you, his sensitive cock being stimulated so good by your fluttering walls.
He reached impossibly deep like this and you felt so damn full. The sensation made you sigh in satisfaction, the fingers of your hand that wasn’t currently holding him in place entangled in his soft hair. You combed them back, scratching his scalp gently because he was doing such a good job.
A hum rumbled in his chest, soft but deep and he pulled you closer, encouraging you to rock your hips back and forth.
You began slowly, rolling your body to test the waters and how well he actually would be able to keep his voice down. When you were sure he had accommodated to the intense feeling at least a bit, you decided to go quicker.
You squeezed the sides of his throat to enhance his pleasure and he actually whined so loud at this, for a second you thought that he had just reached his release. His body was jolting, he actively squirmed underneath you to meet your movements halfway, needily fucking up into you.
His saliva reached your hand. He made a mess out of you probably as much as you did to him, your arousal constantly present as your juices oozed out. It was messy, the wet sounds so sinful, it made you deaf to everything else around you. You kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck - you weren’t able to keep your lips off of him anymore.
You yanked your panties out of his mouth, a string of saliva connected him to it but you ignored it. You pulled him into a searing kiss, asserting more pressure on his windpipe as you hungrily swallowed whine after choked whine he let out.
You were drunk, high on adrenaline and serotonin and his lips seemingly being the source of your addiction. Jisung moaned into your mouth, your rough treatment giving him no other choice but to surrender. Not that he would ever complain though, but when his desperate sounds drove you into your orgasm and your walls clenched around him violently, he joined you.
Another squeeze on his throat made him choke on his grunt while he painted the insides of your pussy, filling you up so deliciously and throughoutly, it left you breathless.
You finally let him inhale, catching his breath shakily.
“You okay?”, you whispered, swiping over his chin to get rid of his spit there.
“Yes- yes, my love”, his voice was so broken, it made your heart jump, “Haahh, I-“.
He didn’t finish his sentence, he wrapped his arms around you and clung to you with all his strength left. The embrace grounded both of you, made you come down from whatever all of this was.
“Sorry, baby. This probably was a bit much, huh?”, you mused, stroking his back.
He shook his head.
“That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed”, he chuckled, still a bit hoarse, “Just don’t do that in public again, maybe? I mean, I would do it again, though. But I don’t think we’re allowed to come back here”.
You felt hot, the back of your head tingling with guilt but at the same time, you were still basking in your post orgasm afterglow, so you could only giggle at his answer.
Jisung watched you get dressed and you helped him to look like he hadn’t just been wrecked in a changing room, but you didn’t let him cover up those hickeys.
These were your pride and as you walked out with him, holding his hand while his face was red out of embarrassment, you couldn’t help but grin and wink at the employee he previously had talked to. She looked at you with a mixture of irritation and anger, obviously knowing what just had happened in there. But you didn’t care, you had won after all.
Summary: General chemistry 1 might actually be the bane of your existence. You don’t have time for a class to be this hard, not when you’re already juggling the maximum number of credit hours they would let you take on top of a packed competitive cheer schedule. So you get desperate, and you take the walk of shame to your university’s learning commons, and submit your application for a tutor. What you hadn’t expected was for your tutor to be so cute, and for him to spark some sort of chemistry with you outside of the classroom. You’re not going to complain, not when it all comes to a head one night at a house party before finals week and you end up with your pretty little tutor underneath you in bed.
Warnings: nerd x popular trope, nerd!sub!jisung, popular!dom!reader, penetration (reader!receiving), quickshot Han Jisung, the glasses stay on, overstimulation (Jisung!receiving), semi-public sex (other people are in the house), swearing
w.c.: 8.8K
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You know I had to do it!!! Nerdsung is so special to me <3 Gross little loser with glasses and poorly shaved stubble (you know the Jisung picture I’m talking about…) is my foil. I know this has been written before, but that’s the fun of this event! Putting my own little spin on it. Sorry that this didn’t actually come out on day 1??? Literally so technology stupid that I fumbled using tumblr dot com. Forgive me everyone…Added a few thousand words as an apology <3 Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and happy almost day 1!
You’re failing chemistry.
You didn’t want to admit it to yourself at first. In all honesty, you still don’t want to admit it.
Because you pride yourself in being smart. In actually having a head on your shoulders. You’re a competitive cheerleader, the treasurer of your sorority, an honors student, and hell, you’re the student representative on the school board. You’re that guy that everyone knows vaguely for some reason, and you like to think that you’re well-liked amongst your social circles.
And somehow, despite all of your efforts, you’re failing chemistry.
General chemistry 1 was not a course you necessarily wanted to take. It was tedious, long lectures from a geriatric professor whose tenure needed to be challenged, and recitation periods with a jittery TA who clearly cared more about their Phd than how their students did in class. Which was fair, you suppose, but still didn’t make your life any easier. And the lab was no saving grace, with shitty rubrics that don’t actually tell you anything and a five page minimum procedure for every. Single. One. You were pretty sure you were going to tear your hair out at this point if the TA looked over your shoulder again and made a confused sound at what you were doing.
You’d try everything you could think of to pass this class on your own, but, much to your chagrin, you couldn’t take this class as a pass/fail course, because it was required for your major to graduate. Which meant the grade had to be good, or else it would tank your GPA into the depths of hell. You could say goodbye to your academic scholarships, and your spot on the cheer team (and your dignity).
In your time of need, halfway through the semester, you had given up, trudging across campus to the library and doing the walk of shame to the learning commons, which, of course, was at the far end of the first floor. You figured the only people who actually had to use the learning commons were idiots who didn’t actually try in their classes - the kind of desperate where you have to look your fellow students in the eyes and ask for not just help, but paid help. Plus, while you were a bit of a “nerd” yourself, the people that they usually hired for these positions had questionable hygiene on a good day. You shuddered, but trudged on, your shattered pride worth passing this god damn chemistry class.
There’s a mousy girl with a kind face sitting behind the front desk as you walk up, and she smiles at you as you approach. You realize with dread that she’s in the honors society with you, and you pray that she doesn’t recognize you.
“Hey, you!” she chirps, and you internally groan. “How can I help? Are you looking to become a tutor?”
You wince, shaking your head. “Unfortunately, no. General chemistry 1 is kicking my ass, and I can’t afford to fail it. Do you guys have any tutors who are free for that subject?”
“Oh, a million,” she responds, head bobbling as she nods, “Though some of them are, like, terrible. Let me try and hook you up with a good one.”
“You’re a lifesaver,” you say, a grateful smile crossing your face, “I owe you big time.”
She waves you off with a laugh, scrolling through some sort of database on the ancient computer perched in front of her. The light in one of the private rooms behind her flickers, and you’re stuck fiddling with the zipper of your coat while she searches.
“Scale of 1 to 10, how piss-poor?” You quip back, and she laughs.
“You’d hate Minho-oppa, he’s actually kind of a jerk,” she starts, fingers slowing down, “But he’s smart. If you can deal with his piss-poor personality, you’ll learn a lot with him.”
“Oh, like a solid 8. If his students didn’t get excellent grades after working with him, I would’ve thrown a fit about keeping him on our team. But I don’t think he’s the perfect fit-aha!”
She practically jumps out of her seat, grinning at you from behind the desk. You raise an eyebrow and tilt your head, prompting her to go on.
“Jisung. You would love him. Super shy but very sweet, like, adorably so. He’s one of our newer ones but he got an A in gen. chem, looks like. Plus, he’s got a lot of availability!”
“Jisung,” you say, rolling the name in your mouth, “Okay. I’ll give him a shot. What do you need from me?”
She slides a form across the desk, and waves vaguely towards a cup of pens. You thank her quietly and fill it out quickly. It’s the usual nonsense - your name, your email, your phone number, your consent to be messaged and how the university isn’t liable for any trouble you have with your tutor - and you’re sliding the paper back to her. She types something on the computer, and then gives you a double thumbs-up and a bright grin.
“He’s been notified! You should be hearing from him soon. You let me know if he isn’t treating you right, and I’ll come after him.”
You laugh good naturedly, and give her a small nod. “I will. Thank you, seriously.”
The next morning, your phone buzzes in your pocket, an unknown number, and you can already tell that honors society girl was right about him being kind of adorable. He’s tripled texted you, and it’s both extremely formal and like he’s never talked to a person ever.
From: Unknown
>Hey there! This is Jisung, from the learning commons?>And hopefully you’re the person looking for general chemistry 1 tutoring!
>If you’re not then please ignore this. Or tell me actually so that I can get the right phone number!! That would be cool and awesome
You snort, already picturing what this guy looks like in your head. You save his contact as “Gen Chem” and text him back with one hand, letting him know when you’re available this week to hopefully meet.
You’re in a little bookstore/cafe right outside of campus three days later, right after the dinner rush has died down. The sun is just starting to slip past the horizon, casting a golden light in through the big windows at the front of the store, as you slip into the building. Jisung had let you know that he had already set up camp at one of the booths on the right. You glance back down at your messages, searching for a guy in a “pink hoodie and glasses” (very descriptive, Jisung) who looked like he was waiting for someone.
Your eyes land on someone tucked in the last booth, and oh. You're embarrassed by the way that heat immediately crawls up your neck, because he’s cute. Dangerously so, the kind of cute that makes you want to make some very bad decisions. His glasses are slipping down his nose and a little crooked, and his lower lip catches between his teeth as he types something on his computer, and suddenly, you’re thinking about how it would feel to be biting into his lower lip.
Focus, you think, shaking your head a little bit and willing your feet to carry you over to where he’s sitting. You slip your headphones off, shove your phone in your pocket, and shape your mouth into your friendliest smile, praying the heat of your ears can be blamed on the cold nip of autumn air you caught on your way over.
“Jisung, right?”
His head snaps up, and he looks at you like you’re not real. His mouth opens and closes uselessly a few times, his eyes flickering up and down a few times before landing back on your face. Your smile stretches a little wider, a little more genuine, and you speak again.
“Unless I’ve got the wrong cute guy in a pink hoodie and glasses.”
“C-cute? Uhm, no, right guy! That’s me. Hi, I’m Jisung. Hi.” He stammers out, shifting his computer and notebooks to make room for you to place your stuff down on the table. He knocks a pen off the table in his haste, and you try not to giggle at the way he winces, leaning down to pick it up. You slide in across from him easily, unzipping your bag and sliding out your laptop, ignoring the way your heart somersaults when his eyes find yours again.
“Hi,” you say, introducing yourself warmly, “I’ve never done anything like this before. What do you need from me so that you can help?”
You watch his nervous energy morph into something more defined, more controlled, as he slips into his tutor role. “Well, do you know what you’re struggling with? Because we can start with what you already know, or if you want, we can start from ground zero and rebuild. Sometimes people have the fundamentals wrong, and that’s what’s holding them back from understanding what’s happening now, y’know? I want this to be about you, not about me. We’ll build all the instruction around what you need and how you learn.”
The first session flies by easily, Jisung surprisingly professional once he’s slipped into tutor mode. He knows when you need him to slow down without you telling him, and there’s something about the way he describes things that make some of the confusion turn into something that might actually make sense.
It helps, too, that whenever he sees your face start to morph into understanding, or whenever you get a question right, he gives you a blinding grin, like he’s genuinely so happy that you’re learning from him. It’s so cute that you stumble over your words the first few times it happens, your fingers twitching as you imagine reaching across the table and pinching his squishy cheeks. He doesn’t seem to get why you stammer though, instead encouraging you by leaning in closer, murmuring little words of praise about how you’re “so close” or “on the right track”. He’s so sweet that you almost feel gross finding him cute, but also, you’re human, and you don’t think anyone else would be fairing any better than you are when they’re sitting across from Han Jisung.
You start seeing him around campus more now that you’ve met him. You see him tucked into the same worn booth at the student union every morning when you’re going to get your coffee, computer already open and an absurd amount of open notebooks sprawled across the table. You see him in your psychology lecture as you walk down to your seat in the lecture hall, and when he catches your eye, you make sure to give him a little wave and a smile. His contact name changes from “Gen Chem” to “Han Jisung” to just “Jisung”, and he’s pinned at the top of your messages before you even really realize it. You see him walking with the same boy all of the time, who you later find out during one of your sessions is his roommate, Minho, the tutor that the desk girl told you was “mean”. You relay this information and he laughs, warm and open, eyes crinkling in a way that makes you want to kiss where the skin bends and folds.
“Sounds about right,” he had responded, snorting and shaking his head, “I love my hyung, but he actually is kind of mean sometimes. He means it in a good way, though!”
Now, with finals right around the corner and a cheer competition somehow every single weekend, you were running on empty. You looked forward to your sessions with Jisung, but you could tell by the worried crease between his eyes that he could tell you were running on fumes at this point. He had even insisted that you don’t even pay him your last session, voice genuine and earnest.
“I don’t think you can really be mean in a ‘good way’, Sung,” you had responded, skeptical, “Though if he’s your friend, then he’s my friend too, I suppose. I’m not sorry that I chose you over him.”
“You chose me?” he had said, cheeks dusting pink, and you had to try to hide your flush when you told him yes.
“You’re not even awake enough to remember anything we talked about today,” he had reprimanded gently, “No use charging you if you didn’t actually learn. You need to learn a better sleep schedule.”
“Says you.”
“Hey!”
Things always ended up like that with Jisung. It was just so easy to talk to him, to be around him. He’s not what people would think your “type” would be, not the athletic, jock type who you could be arm candy for. You don’t quite know when he became your favorite person, but you know for a fact that he is. Your friends had started to notice the way your eyes would drift when you’d be walking around campus, looking for the familiar shape of him hunched over his computer or the way his too-big hoodies draped over his frame.
“Looking for someone?” your friend had asked you the other day, voice teasing.
“No.” you had responded defensively, and she had just sent you a look.
“Who’s the lucky guy?”
You had huffed and diverted the conversation, but it stuck with you. You had been sure when you had seen Han, that your attraction to him was surface level, and it would stay as such. But the more time you spent with him, the more it stuck with you that this might actually be something real this time.
And that scared you shitless.
That’s why you were at this shitty party in the first place. It’s a Saturday night, your cheer team had gotten back ripe at 5 o’clock this very morning after a Friday night showcase, and you were ready to get plastered, throw yourself at the nearest semi-attractive guy, and pray that you don’t accidentally moan out Jisung’s name instead of his when you drag him into one of the empty bedrooms in this giant house.
You weren’t even sure who’s house this was, but whoever owned this place was loaded. A spiral staircase, a ridiculous chandelier, a loud rug in the main dining room (apparently there’s a second one, but you’ve yet to find it), and so much alcohol that the smell of it mixed with sweat almost made you nauseous. Had this been your first rodeo, it probably would have.
You’re wrapped up in something tiny, and while the walk up the winding road from the Uber had been freezing, the warmth radiating off of the sea of bodies in this opulent house was making the little number you had on well worth the twenty seconds of cold you had to endure. You like the way this outfit made you feel, and by the way you'd had more than a few appreciative eyes dragging over your body, you weren’t the only one who liked it. You press yourself into the makeshift dancefloor (complete with a shitty disco ball and all) and everything blurs together for a while. There’s lots of hands and bodies everywhere, and it takes you a while before you can even manage to keep yourself near enough to just one person to even consider who your target would be tonight.
The guy you’re making eyes at now, as the beat of the bass pulses through your veins, isn’t bad looking. In all honesty, you think he’s quite attractive - sharp cheekbones, pretty lips, hair somehow still looking soft despite being mixed with sweat - but for some reason, your body isn’t reacting. His eyes haven’t really looked at you, not really, too focused on the way the fabric of your too-short shirt stretches across the skin of your hips. It creeps up every time you twist just right, and you let yourself sink into the way he can’t look away when it does. And then his hands are on you, and he’s pulling you back, and you can feel the weight of his hard-on through his jeans, pressing right into the seam of your ass, and-
And you’re wrangling yourself out of his grasp, feet carrying you away before you can stop yourself.
Turn back, turn back, turn back turn back turn back! you scream at yourself internally, but that nauseous feeling is back in your stomach, and it has nothing to do with the two very tiny sips of alcohol you had out of your friend’s cup earlier. You pass her now as you press your way to the bathroom, certain that you’re going to throw up for some god forsaken reason - well, you know the reason, but you’re not willing to admit that to yourself just yet. Because you would never be able to let yourself live down the fact that you were feeling sick to your stomach because the boy you were grinding against on the dance floor wasn’t in a stupid baggy hoodie and dumb glasses, and didn’t have the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen-
You kick whatever couple was making out in there out of the bathroom, and they have the decency to look at least a little embarrassed at being walked in on. The sight of them makes you feel sick all over again, and you think the one sees it on their face, because they send you a slightly concerned look as they drag their partner off into the crowd by the wrist. You realize vaguely that this is the friend of one of the girls on the cheer team with you, that she could alert your friend of your rightfully concerning state, that she could be the downfall of your facade to hold it together.
No matter. You were alone now, in this huge bathroom that had two sinks, a tub, and a walk-in shower that was almost the size of your entire room. You take a look at yourself in the mirror and inhale, a quiet sound. Your eyes are wild, your hands are shaking, and your lower lip is swollen from how much you’ve been biting it.
“Fuck, okay,” you murmur, taking a few deep inhales as you stare at yourself, “Get it together. Get it together, won’t you?”
You slap your cheeks twice, shake your head violently, and turn on your heel to leave the too-big bathroom that made you feel like you were suffocating. It was a shoebox and a mansion all at once, and you had to be out of it.
You duck and weave through bodies, feeling the splash of alcohol on your skin as a particularly drunk girl from your team tips her cup on your arm as she tries to say hello. You give her a tight-lipped smile and keep moving, legs carrying you all the way to the beautiful barn doors that lead to the back door. Your fingers come to slide it open, to escape, when you hear it.
The unmistakable sound of Han Jisung’s laugh, bright and loud. Everything else becomes white noise, a blur of greyness and nothingness, as you spun around to search for the source of it. You think for a moment that you’re really just so pathetic that you’re hallucinating him right now, but then as you complete a second full spin, your eyes catch him.
You know why you didn’t see him the first time - he’s wearing something that you’ve never seen him in before. He has a tight black shirt on, the way it stretches and ripples across his chest and biceps making it look like a compression shirt. His usual black sweatpants that he admitted hadn’t seen a washing machine in nearly two weeks had been replaced with a nice pair of washed jeans, a boring black belt slipped through the loops. His fingers are dancing on a red solo cup, which is filled way too high for a guy who looks like he’s been here since the party started. You catch the peek of what looks to be a tattoo peeking out the dip of the neck of his shirt, and your head spins again, but from something else, this time.
And suddenly he’s moving, striding over to you in clumsy little steps. He bumps into someone and you watch his mouth form a million apologies at once, head bowing and bobbing frantically as the other person waves him off.
Because damn, how did you not know that Jisung had a sleeper build? If you were actually drunk you would have been literally drooling all over the place at seeing him like this. Even now, he still has that familiar shape of anxiety and nerves, his glasses still perched on the slope of his nose, and it makes you even more endeared to him. The first rush of genuine attraction slips into your veins without your permission, and you think about going outside again, about avoiding the center of the problem standing right in front of you, but you’re not fast enough, because Han’s eyes have already peeled away from whoever he’s talking to and found yours.
It’s like you short-circuited. You feel like a stupid teenager, the blush crawling down your cheeks and spreading into your neck at an incredibly more embarrassing speed than it ever has before. He smiles at you, all toothy and sweet, waving at you enthusiastically. You can barely kickstart your brain enough to get your hand to move and wave back, every movement feeling like you’re dragging your body through molasses.
“Hey!! Didn’t think I would see you here,” he says, nose crinkling as he grins in a way that makes you want to sink your teeth into him and bite, “Didn’t you have a competition?”
You catch the way his eyes slip off your face for a second, dropping down to the swell of your chest and the skin of your thighs peeking out below your shorts, the way it makes his eyes get a little hazy and his cheeks get a little pink. You’re so focused on his face, on watching him watch you, that you almost jump when his eyes jump back to yours, concern swirling in his irises.
“You okay? Hello, this is Han Jisung, calling from Earth-”
You let out a snort before you can choke it back, the sound dissolving into a helpless (and embarrassed) giggle. He gives you that sheepish, warm smile he always does, that little edge of disbelief still sitting in the shape of his face, like he’s surprised you think he’s funny.
“‘m fine,” you hum, leaning closer to him to ‘talk’ so that you can smell the faint cologne clinging to the collar of his shirt, “It’s just loud in here. A little overwhelming, you know? And comp was last night, we got back this morning.”
“And the first place you wanted to be was a shitty house party, of course,” he teases, eyes crinkling at the corners when you roll your eyes at him, “Seriously, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be getting your beauty sleep?”
“Shouldn’t a nerd like you be studying?” you bite back, though there’s no real venom in your tone. “Finals are coming up, you know.”
“Minho-” he nods his head back to the conversation he ditched, who is staring at the two of you with a kind of burning intensity you can’t place “-insisted I get out tonight. Said something about one last hurrah, and also threatened to air fry my textbooks so…I had no choice, really.”
“Mean in a good way,” you hum, sticking your tongue out at this Minho character, “I see the vision now.”
“Did you just-” he laughs, real and genuine, the kind of laugh that always made your whole body feel like it was made of bugs.
“He’s never going to let that go.”
“Good,” you say, though the thump of the bass picks up, and you’re barely able to hear your own voice anymore, “Gotta start off on the right foot.”
You can see him laugh, but you can’t really hear it anymore, all of the sound in the room swirling into some sort of evil cacophony. Han must catch the way you wince, because he lights up, grabbing your wrist without a second thought and dragging you off towards the insane spiral staircase. He yells something back to you, drink sloshing in his hand, but you’re too distracted by the noise of the room (and the way that the punch is trickling over his long, thick fingers) to actually hear whatever he was trying to tell you.
The two of you trip up the stairs, bumping into couples pressed against the banister and people just trying to get away from some of the sound. You think you apologize, but everything is fuzzy, the only thing in focus is the stupid cute boy in front of you, whose fingers feel warm and nice against your wrist. He takes a sharp left at the top of the stairs, then a sharp right, and then he’s pulling open doors and guiding you up another set of stairs, and by the time you get to wherever he’s taking you, you’re lost.
“Ta-da!” he says triumphantly, pulling you into something that looks like a bedroom.
You just raise an eyebrow at him, and he pouts, letting you go to bolt off further into the room. You slip into the room fully, sliding the door closed behind you gently as you take in the room you’re in.
You peek your head out the window to find an expanse of strangely flat roof, and an extremely proud looking Jisung perched on it.
It’s yet another opulent room, the kind that looks like no one’s touched it in years but a maid, complete with a giant queen sized canopy bed and a bookshelf full of books that look like they might turn to dust if you touch them.
“C’mere!” you hear Jisung call out, and your eyes are drawn to the window in front of you, curtains now billowing, and you realize with startling clarity that Jisung must have climbed out the window, because he’s no longer in the room with you. His voice is a little muffled, but you’re drawn to it anyways.
“Found such a cool spot earlier,” he says, starting to ramble, “And I thought of you right away-I mean-I thought you would like it! Yeah, because you talked about it once. Wanting to see the stars, I mean. You said you wanted to go stargazing? And I know this party isn’t ideal, but uh-well…I just thought maybe you’d still want to see? With me? If that’s okay??”
You’ve climbed your way out the window by the time he stops rambling, cheeks flushed and glasses slipping down his nose as he looks at you with those big boba eyes of his. Well, looks past you - he can’t seem to make eye contact with you right now, not after his little outburst. In a moment of boldness and perhaps stupidity, you reach out and press a finger to the bridge of his glasses, sliding them back up into place for him. He gawks at you, hand clenching and unclenching at his side, and you have to pretend like you don’t want to jump his bones right this instant as you slide to sit on the roof next to him.
Neither of you say anything for a moment. You’re lost in the way the moonlight makes him look like he’s glowing, in the way he can’t seem to stop himself from looking at you back. You’re close - too close, shoulders brushing and breath mixing together between you. You will yourself to say something, to say anything, but the words get caught in your throat, stuck and tangled there. You feel sick again, but not like you did before. You think the only cure to the swirling in your gut would be to feel Jisung’s lips against yours.
He makes a choked sound in his throat when you lean closer, your eyes dropping to his lips and then dragging up the flush of his cheeks and the curve of his nose to meet his eyes again. His lower lip catches between his teeth, and your tongue flicks out subconsciously, licking your lips as you watch him.
“Can I?” you hum, the way your voice breaks giving away your desperation.
He nods once, solemnly, shiny eyes pleading you to close the gap. His fingers tentatively dance across the cold roof below you, until they’re brushing against yours. You close the gap, sliding your hand on top of his, and lean in again, closer and closer. You stop just short of his lips, noses brushing. You can faintly smell the dull edge of alcohol on his breath and sweat on his skin, mixed with the hint of that dull cologne you caught earlier, but you don’t press in yet, revelling in the way his eyes slipped closed already.
“Words, Sungie.” You murmur, and he shivers when the breath of your words brushes his skin.
“Please.”
That’s all the confirmation you need to close the gap, and god, it’s everything you ever wanted. Out here, under the glow of the stars dotting the sky, there was nothing but the two of you. His lips are nervous against yours, his hand twitching under yours when you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. He whimpers and it makes you press closer to him, knee brushing his. You only pull away from him to part for air, a quick inhale just to satiate your screaming lungs before you dive back in to kiss him senseless all over again.
He tastes like the shitty punch downstairs and the hint of something sweet, the lip balm on his lips tasting faintly of strawberries when you sweep your tongue across it. The longer you kiss, the more confident he seems to get against you, nerves melting into something needier as he presses back into you with just as much fervour as you’re giving him. When your tongue comes to swipe at his lips again he lets them part, lets your tongue explore the expanse of his mouth and tangle with his tongue. His tongue peeks into your mouth, experimental, and you let him guide the kiss. He’s not good, necessarily, movements clunky and nervous, but he’s so eager that it sends a spike of heat through you anyways, warmth pooling in your abdomen. You can feel the way your arousal is starting to seep out of you, the way your underwear starts to feel a little damp through your tiny shorts.
When the two of you pull away from each other you’re sure you’re a mess. Your lips feel swollen and raw, and your skin feels like it's on fire, despite the nip of cold air on the roof.
“Wow.” He says, breathless, the word tumbling out of his mouth without his permission.
You just lean forward to press your forehead to his, equally breathless, a swirl of emotions you aren’t willing to name yet sitting heavy in your stomach. He leans in too, and for a moment, the two of you just sit there, pressed against each other under the stars. Your fingers are still warm on top of his, and you squeeze, just once, and he presses a little harder into you.
You pull away only to look at him, studying his face quietly in the glow of the aftermath. He won’t really look at you, eyes searching the area around your face but never looking right at you. You bring your free hand up to grab at his chin gently, guiding his face to look at you.
“God, you’re perfect,” you say, words slipping out before your brain can stop them, “Thank you.”
“Thank-thank me?” He looks at you, incredulous. “You just-you-I can’t even form sentences right now! You’re so-” he motions wildly with his hands, eyes wide and glassy “-you know?”
“Right,” you say, a laughing edge to your tone, “And I’ll take being-” you let go of his face to mimic his motions “-if you keep being perfect.”
He flushes a pretty pink, mouth curling at the corners into a shy sort of smile. You lean forward to kiss it, a quick, chaste kiss to each corner before you press a longer, lingering kiss right to the center of his mouth. He leans in as you lean away, chasing your mouth, until he’s swallowed your lips in another kiss. He kisses you like he can’t believe you’re real, like you might just disappear if he lets you get away from him for even a second. The kisses twist into something hot again, desperation lingering in every swipe of the tongue and scrape of teeth, and you force yourself to pull away before you start pawing at his pants out here in the open.
“Not out here,” you pant out, lips red and glossy from a mix of his spit and yours, “Back inside?”
“You want-with me?” You send him a look, and he scrambles up, nodding. “Okay. Okay. Inside. Yeah, let’s-here, I’ll go in first, help you through! I’m a real gentleman, you know-”
“Yeah?” You cut him off before his cute rambling makes you leak through your shorts, too, “Do all the ladies call you that?”
“Hopefully uhm-hopefully just you!” He squeaks out, before practically catapulting himself back into the house through the window.
You hear a faint “ow!” followed by the shuffle of limbs, and Jisung is peeking back out the window at you, glasses skewed on his face and hair a little messier than before. You do your best not to laugh at him and accept the hand that he offers you, slipping back into the room with far more grace and ease than he did.
The air is thick with words unspoken, with what ifs and maybes that you don’t think you’re ready to address yet. Instead, you slip your top off, tossing it onto the thick armchair in the corner of the giant room (who needs an armchair in their bedroom??). Han visibly short circuits, mouth agape and opening and closing uselessly as he drinks you in. His eyes are greedy, dragging over every square inch of your exposed skin until you’re shifting in place, nervous.
“You too,” you say, sudden shyness clinging to the edges of your words, “I want to see you.”
“I-you-okay!” He squeaks, yanking the hem of his shirt out of where it’s tucked into his jeans.
He clumsily pulls the top over his head, the collar catching his glasses and leaving them dangling off one of his ears. He tosses his shirt to sit with yours on the armchair, and when he goes to take off his glasses, you glide over, grabbing his wrist and stopping him.
“Leave them on.”
You don’t elaborate, and he doesn’t need you to. The way his ears burn red and his mouth parts into a little ‘o’ tells you all you need to know. You let your fingers brush his cheek as you use both hands to fix the glasses on his face, letting out a content hum when they’re sitting on his nose just right again.
You watch his face as you let your hands drop from his face, fingers splaying across his broad shoulders. When he whimpers, high and needy and in the back of his throat, as your touch gets firmer, more explorative, you let yourself continue your path downwards. The muscles under his skin are solid, tensing and rippling when he shifts to press into your touch. The room is quiet, sans the sound of your breathing and his little noises when you brush a sensitive patch of skin. The junction where shoulder meets neck is particularly sensitive, and you make sure to run a light touch over that spot just to watch him jump and whine.
Of all the people you would have expected to have secret tattoos, Han Jisung was not one of them, but you’re damn grateful he has them. The piece that spreads out in dark ink across his upper right chest and shoulder is calling your name, and you first let your fingers drag across it before leaning forward and tracing the lettering with your tongue. His head falls back when your tongue makes contact with his skin, but his eyes stay open, laser-focused on your every move. His hands still hang uselessly by his side, digging into the fabric of his jeans when your teasing touch is just a bit too much.
“When did you get these?” you say against his skin, the hum of your voice in his body sending a jolt of heat through him.
He tries to answer, he really does, but when one of your hands drops and starts tracing the letters that run up his side, it’s like he’s forgotten how to. A mix between a moan and a choked word tumbles out of his mouth when you let your nails lightly drag over it, goosebumps raising on his skin everywhere you touch.
You pinch his side and bite right into the compass on his chest, faux glaring up at him. “C’mon, Ji, when’d you get these?”
“I don’t-hrk! Don’t remember,” he huffs out, head lolling, “Maybe, maybe five or-hah-five or s-six months-oooh, sh-shit-ago?”
“Y-yeah? You think so?” He says, heat dusting his neck and upper chest a light pink.
You hum appreciatively against his skin.
“Looks good on you,” you say, pressing a kind kiss to the place you bit, which now holds the indents of your teeth on it, “Makes you even hotter.”
You hum again, an affirmative sound, before your fingers teasing the tattoo on his side slide to his belt buckle. You don’t fiddle with it yet, just let your fingers rest there, sending him a questioning look.
“Can I?”
“Yeah, yeah, yes, of course?? Duh?? Go ahead, do whatever you want, you’re so unreal-mmph!”
You cut him off with an amused kiss, a little disappointed in yourself that you’re somehow even more turned on by his rambling, but you let it slide. Your fingers focus on undoing his belt for now, the buckle clinking gently as you wrestle it open. You don’t even bother pulling it from the belt loops, instead undoing the button at the top of his jeans and unzipping his fly. His hips buck up into your touch, barely there enough to have brushed where he needs you the most but enough for him to long for it. He whines when you pull away from him, eyes searching your face as you take a step back.
“Take those off and meet me on the bed, won’t you?” You say, a cool dominance sinking into your tone.
It’s not usually your style to take control like this, but there’s something very intoxicating and tempting about the idea of guiding Jisung through it, bending him to your whims and wants. He’s just so pliable, following your every direction like it’s gospel.
He nods frantically, mumbling something quietly to himself that almost sounds a little like a motivational speech to himself. You turn and slide yourself out of your too-small shorts and your underwear in one swoop, wincing when a sticky trail of arousal smears down your leg as you do. You don’t look back at him, partially because you already know he’s going to follow you, but also because you know whatever control you’re holding right now is going to break the second you get a good look at him, flushed and naked and ready for you.
You climb up onto the canopy bed with ease, wincing when a thin layer of dust puffs into the air when your weight sinks into it. You suppose it’s for the best that no one uses this bed after what the two of you are going to do on it, but it still makes you cough a little as you breathe it in.
Ignoring the scratch of the dust in your airways, you slide up until you’re on your back near the headboard, head pressed into the pillows at the top of the bed. Your hair splays out across the silky pillowcases, and only now do you allow yourself a proper look at Jisung. And you’re very glad you waited until you were seated, because you’re quite certain that your knees would’ve given out if you’d seen him still standing. Another gush of arousal seeps out of you, and your thighs try to twitch closed on their own.
He looks so good in the moonlight, all sharp edges and muscle. You don’t know how he ever hid himself from you before, the tension of skin over firm muscle hard to miss as he stumbles over to the bed. Between his legs lies his straining erection, bobbing with every step he takes, red and flushed and leaking almost as much as you are. You would be embarrassed for him if it wasn’t so hot to see how desperate he was for you. He wasn’t particularly long or thick, sitting somewhere in that average range, but the way it curved just slightly upwards made you drool a bit, knowing that he’s going to hit that sweet spot inside of you perfectly.
He hovers near the side of the bed hesitantly, fingers stretching through the air to reach towards you but stopping, hovering like he needed your permission to even touch. If you were less desperate yourself you might make him beg, but the idea of waiting any longer to have him on you wasn’t all that appealing, not when you’ve been picturing this moment in your head for the past few months.
“C’mere,” you motion, legs spreading wide to make room for him, “Need you, Sungie. Need you.”
You make sure to whine out the last word, dragging out the vowel in a way that had him biting his lip and dragging himself onto the mattress with you. He settles between your legs, fingers just brushing the skin of your hips, before he looks up at you again for permission. You huff, exasperated with his hesitance, linking your legs behind his back and dragging him forward until his arousal is pressed right against yours. The contact is so delicious that it has you throwing your head back and him falling forward, hands coming to catch himself on either side of your head. His glasses are getting foggy around the edges now, the humidity of sweat and sex in the air enough to blur the glass. He lets out what you could only describe as a wail, hips rutting against you uncontrollably as he seeks more of that delicious friction.
His precum smears and mixes with yours, a hot mess coating both your entrance and his dick with the mixture of your arousals. He thinks this might just be how he dies, pressed against you in some random guy’s house. He thanks the lucky stars that Minho dragged him out here tonight as his tip catches the ring of your entrance, making both of you moan. The sound echoes off the walls, and your mouth falls open again when he presses down with more force, the pressure too much and somehow not enough.
“Sungie. Kiss me?” You moan out, hips bucking up to glide the two of you together.
He kisses you so hard your teeth clack together, but neither of you can care, not when everything feels so good, the thrum of pleasure burning hot through both of your veins. He’s loud, louder than you, and you try and swallow his sounds as best as you can. Not that anyone would find you out here, in this secluded corner of the house, but a sick little part of you wants these sounds to be yours and yours alone. Whatever this is will happen again - you’re going to make sure of it - and while you’re not ready to say it just yet, you want to be his just as much as you want him to be yours.
“Please, please, jagiya, can I? Can-hic! Can I put it in, please?” Jisung whines against your mouth, pace getting inconsistent as he ruts against you like an animal.
You nod against him, foreheads pressing together as he looks down, trying to guide the buck of his hips to slip his cock into your waiting entrance. But everything’s too wet, the mess of your arousals making everything too slippery, and Jisung whines, bucking more frantically now.
You let out a broken sound when his tip catches your entrance and shlicks back up, your tightness too much for his cock to slide in without some guidance. And you want to be patient, to let him try, but you can’t do it anymore. You need him so bad that every bit of your judgement is clouded, the only conscious drive left in your brain telling you that you needed his cock to stretch you open now.
Your legs lock around him once again, and before he can even open his mouth to question you, you’re using your body weight to throw him sideways, effectively flipping your positions. You land on top of him, arousal pressed directly on top of his aching cock in a way that has his hips arching off the bed into you.
You lift your own hips just enough to reach a hand down to grab at his member, guiding his tip to your entrance. You hold the base as you sink, slow and teasingly at first, entrance only swallowing the tip. You hover there for a moment, only the fat head of his cock inside of you, and let your walls flutter around him, revelling in the way it makes his head fall back and his mouth fall open.
“Jagiya.” He sobs, and then your name, and then useless babbles when you slam down, taking him all the way to the base.
It knocks the air out of you, the curve of him pressing directly into that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Your vision spins for a second, fireworks exploding behind your eyes, and you have to press a hand to his chest to steady yourself. The muscle under your fingers twitch, and you can feel the rapid drum of his heartbeat against your fingertips, making you clench down around him.
“Ohmygod,” he sobs, eyes rolling back, cock twitching and swelling inside of you, “You feel-oh my god. I can’t-can’t, I’m gonna. Can I? Please please please, can I?”
“Already?” you tease, though the breathiness in your voice reveals just how close you already feel, too. “As long as you let me keep using you-ooooh, fuck-using you to get off, you can come whenever you want. Wanna feel you filling me up nice and full.”
He hiccups at that, glasses fully foggy on his face now, barely sitting on the tip of his nose. His cheeks are flushed a deep pink, and his fingers are digging into the sheets below you with so much strength you fear they might rip. While you sit for a moment and adjust to the way he stretches you open, you lift your hand off his chest and use both hands to guide his to sit on the meat of your hips. They don’t do anything at first, just rest, warm and hot against your skin, but when you clench again, they dig deep into your skin, hard enough that you know you’ll have bruises tomorrow.
The idea of his mark on your skin makes you giddy, and it’s what gets you to start bouncing, slowly at first, letting him really feel the slide of your walls around him. He groans, the sound tearing out of him from somewhere deep and low in his chest, almost animalistic. You’re already feeling the coil inside of you starting to wind tight, so worked up already from all of the build-up that you’re not sure you’re going to last long enough to really use him after his orgasm.
That’s what you thought, but with a silent scream, Jisung is coming, warm spurts of cum filling you up. He comes so much, still twitching and leaking into you as you continue your pace, desperate to get yourself off now, too.
“It’s too much,” he sobs, hiccuping and digging his fingers into your hips to try and pry you off of his sensitive cock, “Too much! Can’t, I can’t, it hurts, please-”
“You told me-hngh-you told me you could take it,” you respond, hips picking up their pace, his arms too weak right now to get you off of him, “So you’re going to. I’m gonna come all around your cock, okay? So take it like a good boy, fuck, that’s it, that’s-hah-that’s the spot. Just-hrk! Jus’ sit still and look pretty, there you go jagi.”
You shut up before your words become totally incoherent, simply letting your pleasure morph into whimpers and moans as you roll your hips in a circle, dragging his cock, still hard inside of you (you’re not sure he ever went down), against that spot inside of you again and again and again. This is no longer about him, about the two of you, it’s about using him like a human dildo and getting yourself off.
There’s fat tears rolling down his cheeks now, drool slipping out the corner of his swollen lips, and you reach a thumb up to wipe away the tears, cooing when his head tilts to press into your touch. The way his whole body just gives in to you, his willingness to let you keep pushing him past overstimulation, is enough to make you tip over the edge.
“I’m gonna come, you’re gonna make me come, Jisung!”
With a shout of his name on your tongue you let go, gushing around his length and soaking his dick and his thighs with your come. His eyes roll back as you do, and if you were any more present in the moment, you would feel the weak twitch of him inside of you as he comes a second time. You think you black out for a second, falling forward to press your face into the curve of his shoulder. You sink your teeth in as your high rolls through you, the shockwaves almost too much, as he grinds up into you to work you through it. You’re everywhere and nowhere all at once, until the sting of overstimulation starts to creep up your spine and you have to press his hips into the bed with your weight to keep him from continuing.
You slide off of him, both of you hissing as his soft cock slides out of you, along with a slick mixture of both of your cum. Your legs feel like jello, and it takes far more effort than you would like to admit to lie down next to him. He rolls over into you once you do, shifting so that his face presses into your chest. Your arms come to drape around him automatically, one hand reaching to run through his hair and the other running soothing circles into his back.
“Thank you.” He says, after a while of comfortable silence. “For this, I mean. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” you huff, poking at the muscles in his back, “You’re not some charity case.”
“Well I’m me, and you’re, well…you’re you,” he says, like that explains everything, “I don’t-guys like me don’t get chances with people like you.”
“What, hot, sexy nerds who have a good dick game don’t want to sleep with people like me? I see how it is.” You tease, though there’s a sharp edge to your words. “Be so for real, Sungie. I should be thanking you.”
He buries his face into your chest, mumbling something about how “unfair” you are, and you just laugh, bending your head to press a kiss to the crown of his head.
“We should probably get moving,” you say, trying to break the tension that’s building in your chest, “I’m not sleeping in this freak ass house. I can’t do it.”
“We can go back to mine!” Jisung offers, and then flushes when your head snaps to look at him, “I mean. If you want to? Minho and I have separate rooms, and oh my god, this was just a hook up, wasn’t it?? Sorry, you uh-I can just-”
He detangles himself from you, trying to slide off the mattress, avoiding eye contact with you as he continues to ramble, so quietly that you can’t actually hear what he’s saying.
“Jisung.” you say, firm and sharp, grabbing his wrist before he can get any further.
He glances back at you, the hint of something hopeful in his eyes.
“I’d love to.”
And if you stick your tongue out at Minho again as the two of you limp out of the party, well, no one would be the wiser.
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just vibin'
smut | testing out your new toy on your boyfriend | sub!han | 1.1K
mommy kink mentioned once.
"If you keep squirming like that, people are going to figure it out..."
Han doesn’t look up from his phone. Instead, he bites his lower lip harder, frowning with concentration as he shuffles in his seat. Wriggling around like he just can’t get comfortable.
Well, of course he can’t get comfortable.
Not with that vibe inside him, currently buzzing along at the lowest setting, despite the way you keep turning it up. That’s the reason his eyes are fixed on his phone–so that every time you swipe up to increase the speed, he swipes down again to lower it.
He never turns it off though.
You can't help but tease your poor boyfriend, leaning your head on his shoulder and looking up at him adoringly. Smiling sweetly like you didn’t just turn up the vibrations up by a sneaky two degrees.
It wasn’t your idea to stick the vibe up his ass before going out, but goddamn if you’re not going to have fun with it. And besides, he can always switch it off if it gets too much. You both have the control app on your phones.
But your little quokka boyfriend is as stubborn as he is cute. And then twice as kinky.
So instead of giving in, he sucks on his lower lip, flinching slightly when you turn the vibrations up again. And this time, because he is very brave, he doesn’t turn them down again. Instead he switches to Bubble, reading through the messages of his fans, some more rabid than others.
Something flares in your chest, something ugly and possessive. Something that narrows its eyes and sharpens its claws, a feral beast that’s been insulted.
He got you to put a vibe in his ass, and now he’s chatting to fans like it’s just a regular Tuesday? The audacity.
Is he just trying to distract himself, or this a weird kink thing he hasn’t told you about? If it is a kink, where does it land on the moral scale? Fans can’t consent to it if they don’t know what is happening… but glancing down and reading some of the messages over his shoulder, you’re pretty sure they would not be opposed.
You have half a mind to switch the vibe off, to make a statement tinged with spite. But then you have a better idea. So you get up abruptly and walk away, looking every inch the sulking girlfriend as you go and stand with Seungmin instead, grabbing a juicebox and ripping the straw from its packaging.
You can feel Han’s eyes on you, and you know exactly what they’ll look like: all round and glossy under furrowed brows, cute and confused. Full boba eyed puppy mode engaged. But you’re putting your attention on a different puppy instead.
Seungmin narrows his eyes as you lean against the wall next to him, his eyes flicking from you to Han and back again.
“Did your boyfriend’s anime knees offend you or something?”
Glancing over you can confirm he is in full anime knees mode. But that probably has something to do with the fact that you removed his app access and turned the vibe up by a third. If the way his hand is over his crotch is anything to go by, he’s losing the battle with his erection. Good.
“What are you doing, making him watch porn or something? Some kind of kinky power move? I know you guys are freaky like that.”
Apparently Seungmin can see thoughts, or at least the lightbulb switching on above your head, because he sighs like you just broke a family heirloom–disappointed, but not surprised. “Actually, don’t tell me.”
You grin, sacchine sweet and oh so innocent (Seungmin immediately sees through it, rolling his eyes and putting his earbuds in, muttering something about not consenting to this tomfoolery) as you go through the reels on your phone, searching for the perfect video.
You glance up and meet Han’s eyes, all watery now with confused sexual frustration. Paired with his pretty princess pout, it’s a deadly combination. Or it would be, if you didn’t already have a plan. You text him.
You gonna be a good boy?
Han texts back immediately.
Yes, mommy.
Damn if that doesn’t make you tingle.
Good. Watch this.
You send the video, and keep your eyes fixed on Han as he waits for it to load.
You can tell when it starts from the way his eyebrows shoot up and pinch together. The way his anime knees clench. And the tiny little moan that everyone in the room hears. But before Han can register the amount of side eye he’s receiving, you enact phase two of your plan.
You turn up the vibrations. All. The. Way.
Fuck the moan. This time, Han squeaks. And shudders. And blushes bright red, looking down at his crotch in shock. Like his dick started reciting Latin or something.
Seungmin turns to you with an expression that’s half disgust, and half impressed.
“Did you just make your boyfriend cum from halfway across the room?”
You smile, unable to keep the wickedness out of your grin as you glance over at Han, who is still staring at his crotch like it betrayed him. You switch of the vibe, earning you another boba eyed gasp from him and an audible eye roll from Seungmin.
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
Seungmin follows your gaze, blinks once, and shakes his head like a dog with a bee in its ear.
“Good point. Absolutely not.”
He gives himself another shake, as if he can make himself unsee Han cumming in his pants, before sighing dramatically.
“Go rescue him before Chan does. Unless you want to explain the situation to him too.”
The tiny demon part of your brain is screaming YES YES TELL CHAN ABOUT THE VIBE! Luckily for Han, the rest of you is already halfway back to him, shrugging Han’s oversized jacket off your shoulders and slipping it over his lap as you discreetly grab some wet wipes from your bag.
You press a kiss to his flushed cheek as Chan walks over, one suspicious-and-wary eyebrow raised.
“Is Han okay?”
“Y-yeah.”
Ah yes, the post orgasm word fumbling. One of Han’s cutest traits. Luckily he has such a caring girlfriend to look after him. You lean your head on Han’s shoulder and wrap a comforting arm around his waist, your face the picture of innocence as you look at his leader.
“All good. We’re just vibin’.”
everybody go thank 💅 anon for putting this in my head. also, I appear to have developed a skz!gf vs bubble vendetta. first Chan, now Han... maybe it's a fluke, maybe it'll happen again. who knows 💁♀️ 800 event is still ongoing, I'm just really slow at writing and got suddenly insecure about it, so for now every time my brain has a thought I can make into a li'l something I try write it out immediately. also this month I'm taking part in @breakmeoff's kinktober event, so I'll have a couple of things coming out for that. if you're stil reading my babbling at this point, I love you! thank you for taking the time to read my silly thoughts :)
you don’t understand how badly I NEED omega skz and alpha reader. Maybe while they’re in heat please? :3
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Omega!skz in heat (lowkey loved writing this omg)
Sub!Omega!Skz x Dom!Alpha!M!Reader
Cw: asphyxiation//choking//thigh riding// dacryphilia// size kink// begging//biting// marking//possessiveness// nipple play// readers quite mean// hyunjins slightlyyyy dominant// fingering// slight corruption// manhandling// could be read as boypussy except from changbin and han
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Bangchan
He's so cute when he's in heat
Superrrr needy and whiny
Rubbing his face against you and clinging onto you almost always
You always know when he's in pre-heat
He gets extra submissive and clingy with you
Constantly looking at you with the sweetest heart eyes
He'll feel very warm, his cheeks, ears and neck will be dusted pink
Until eventually he ends up either in your lap humping your thigh or laying cuddled up to your side and rutting into your hip
He never leaves the room in his heats
And doesn't like having you leave even if it's to get food or something to drink but you reassure him you'll be back soon
In a constant daze, always looking flushed and tired
He LOVES you taking complete control of him
Pinning him down and manhandling him to your liking
Knotting him as many times as you'd like
If he becomes very overwhelmed when you're fucking him so good he'll sink his canines into your shoulder
The prettiest muffled cries and moans ripping through him
He'll always trigger your rut
His scent is just so addicting to you
He's always so sweet and adorable during his heats yet loves how rough and relentless you are
Having him bent over, his ass in the air as your gripping his arms behind his back. His face smushed into the pillow as your growling and grunting behind him
Fucking him so deeply whilst he just whines and whimpers so beautifully
His slick dripping down his thighs and making such a loud squelching sound as your cock drills into him
Will beg you to knot him
Will beg you to cum inside him
Will beg you to choke him
Will beg you to just ruin him
And the way he pleads is so sweet you can't resist, you'd do anything for your little omega
Lee Know
Super bratty during his pre-heats but when his heat comes he's surprisingly obedient
Don't get me wrong he can be feisty
Might bite you then and there but he'll let you do what you want with him
During his pre-heats he likes to act out alot but a just give him a warning growl and he'll back off
He won't really tell you when his heat starts but he'll find a way to let you know
He'd probably sit on your lap for a while until you feel his slick begin seeping through and onto your trousers
Or he'd be constantly at your neck, sniffing, licking and biting
You love how red he gets whilst you're fucking him
From his ears down to his chest and BRIGHT red and so hot to the touch
Loses control sometimes and forgets his place and ends up shoving you onto your back and riding you so hard you feel your dick may fall off
You can't say you'd complain about it, it feels fucking amazing the way he slams himself down onto your cock
He prefers you fuck him on his back so he could wrap himself around you tightly
He loves how big your cock is and how deep it reaches everytime
His slick is something that could send any alpha into rut from a mile away
It smells and tastes of honey
There's been many times where you'd just have him on his stomach whilst you eat him out
He'd definitely mark you
He's a big biter
You have many marks and scars from where he's bitten you and you love them
Changbin
He's so cute during his heats I wanna eat him
No like literally I can't
He's covered with many bite marks from you and your ruts cause you get so much cuteness aggression from him
He's just so twitchy and sensitive you can't keep your hands off him
His titties get...bigger and insanely sensitive
He'll cry through most of his heat wether your fucking him or not
He just gets so emotional
And that turns you on alot...I mean...He's so cute when he cries (and so is lix)
Tiny leaky cock 🤏🏻
He's usually quite quiet when you're fucking him but they'll get louder the rougher you get and the closer he's getting
You love touching his ears and tail
He'll let out a little whimper when your fingers brush across them lightly
You love to tease him
He's so pathetic and you're so mean to poor binnie
Stopping right as he's about to cum, brushing your fingers against his ears and getting him all wet just to leave him, pinching his overly sensitive nipples and making him cum all over himself and then laughing at him whilst he lays there sobbing and hiding behind his arms
Your knots so big it's almost a struggle to push it in him every time but he finally manages after getting him to relax a little
You love to hold him so tight whilst your waiting to be detached from him
Kissing him softly as he just whines with tears streaming down his cheeks
Hyunjin
Sluttiest omega ever
It's like he gets possessed by something
Will show himself off infront of you
Put on a little show
Strip himself down whilst you sit back on the bed and watch
Will crawl on the bed towards with dark lust filled eyes looking like he's ready to devour you
You may be the alpha but doesn't stop him from teasing you and making you beg for his hole
Laying down on his back with his legs up in front of you whilst he fingers himself
So much slick is dripping down the bed and his fingers, it's making your cock twitch
He'll finger himself until he's had enough and is needy for your cock
He'll climb into your lap and slide himself down onto you
He'll ride you slowly
He basically tortures himself
Gets himself so worked up to the point he's tearing up and begging you to ruin him
Sweat dripping down his face as he looks so fucked out
You'll finally flip him over and give him what he's been begging for
Wrapping your hands tightly round his throat hard enough it makes him slightly gasp for air
Will smile that that fucked out manic smile he does as your losing all your control over him
Your primal instincts start to creep up, your mind confusing horny and aggression and mixing them into one
At that point hyunjin's a goner
His facade of having you beg for him long gone as your primal instincts kick in
Growling out that he's yours and only yours, how if anyone dares to lay a hand on him you'd rip them apart
Takes your knot so well
Lays there completely limp after, you'd think he's dead
Han
He's so needy during his heats
Constantly fucking himself back onto you
Touching you at every chance he can get
Grinding his ass against you to get your attention
He basically lives on your lap when you're not fucking
So loud omg
His moans are so pretty though
Just makes sure if he's in heat that there's nobody else in the house cause he WILL keep them up all night with his loud cries and moans
Huge pillow princess
Will make you do EVERYTHING
Will lay there and take it so well though
No complaints, he'd just let you do whatever you'd like
If you're feeling mean though, then you'll make him ride you
He's so pathetic when he's desperately trying to ride you
Whining as he grips your shoulders and attempts to bounce himself on your cock
He'd eventually give up, legs going weak as he flops down and just grinds his cock onto your stomach
Definitely the type to lick you
He's sitting in your lap and wrapping himself around you as he lick at your neck every so often
It's his way of trying to get your complete attention and tell you he's needy again
His legs tremble when he cums it's so cute
Felix
Produces so much slick you'd think he would be bone dry by the next day
But ofc he isn't, he produces just as much...maybe even more
Such a wet, slippy mess when you fuck him through his heats
But his slick makes you completely animalistic
You lose all sense of control when he's bent over in front of you, slick pouring down his thighs and pooling at his knees
You have to change and wash the sheets every day through his heats
He always soaks through his underwear
It's a very easy glide when you first shove your cock into him and he's always so warm
The sweetest little omega
In both ways
He's constantly thanking you for everything you give him, every heat you've helped him through, how well you take care of him, how good you fuck him
And also sweet as in his slick
It's like cotton candy, you could eat away for hours until you feel as if your teeth may rot
He's got a huge thing for the size difference between you both
He's so tiny and cute whilst your so big and intimidating, yet very kind and caring on the inside
Your cock bulges in his stomach it's so big
With the amount of slick he produces it's an easy fit luckily but he loves the feeling of being stretched so wide
Your knots a whole other story
It makes him cry
Not sad tears, very very happy tears
He fucking LOVES your knot and will beg so much for it
Seungmin
We all know he purposely pisses you off just so you can manhandle him
We all know he loves that shit and gets off on it
The way you grab him by the throat and growl in his ear for him to behave
The way you hook his arms behind his back and hold him in place as you do whatever you want to him
He just smiles and giggles the whole time
It's his happy place being thrown around by you
Especially when in heat
He could cum just by you putting him in a headlock
Which you do often
Having lay on his stomach, your arms hooked around his neck and locking in place as you pound your cock into him
He just lays there and cries out the most pathetic moans
He has a little thing for slight asphyxiation
Loves when you choke him to the point he's going dizzy and gasping for air
He's so slutty during his heats and you love it
Wiggling his perky little butt at you or putting his hand right over your crotch and acting all innocent when you glare at him
Would definitely stick his tongue out and pant when you've got him bent over and fucking his brains out
He'd love to ride you thigh as his slick drips out all over your trousers
Won't admit it but he loves being knotted by you
The feeling of being attached to you so intimately makes him feel so fuzzy inside
I.N
Super shy during his heats
Reluctant to touch you or initiate anything
He'd go as long as he could through his heats until you finally find out he's in heat
You try encourage him to start telling you but he's too embarrassed
Though he has asked once but it's because he was insanely desperate and was basically losing his mind
He's so blushy when you begin stripping him down which just makes you wanna devour him
He definitely knows how to set your primal instincts off without trying
You become so protective over him
He gets flustered when you growl at anyone who steps even anywhere near him
He shakes a little when you tower over the top of him, gulping as you touch his body teasingly
His moans are so adorable
He tries holding them back but when you're being so rough with him he can't help but let them slip out
Can't help but claw down your back when you're fucking him into the mattress
His claws are quite sharp so he'd accidentally make you bleed a little
Not that you mind
Let's out a very loud gasp when your knot slips in
He's never used to the size of it
Was very confused the first time you ever knotted him since you were his very first and he had no knowledge or experience
Took him by surprise when suddenly something even thicker slipped in and suddenly become attached to the inside of him
You just laughed and kissed him before explaining what happened
synopsis: spring fever sweeps through HAVEN, take our boys apart in the moonlit clearing, teasing and coaxing until even the strongest can’t hold themselves together
AN: a little poly!ot8 treat to finish off my 2k event. I know its been forever i just got back from vacation I worked on a lot but i didn't have any internet. this is 6.6k so enjoy
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The greenhouse is too warm tonight.
You feel it the moment you step inside, heavy air thick with the perfume of Hyunjin’s drifting pollen, moonlight diffused into a hazy silver glow through the fogged glass. The boys are scattered restlessly across the space, none of them settled, each twitching in his own way like the heat has crawled beneath their skin.
Hyunjin’s vines curl and uncurl without rhythm, petals falling with every shift of his weight. Han flits from one shelf to another, wings buzzing too fast, knocking over tools and muttering curses when Seungmin tells him to sit still. Felix is half-submerged in the pond, tail flicking the surface nervously. Chan paces the edge, hands tight at his sides like he’s fighting himself. Minho’s coils knot tighter and tighter in the far corner, muscles twitching beneath iridescent scales. Changbin sits rigid on a low bench, thighs spread, fists pressed hard into them as though restraint alone will keep him steady. Jeongin curls against a planter, tails fanned wildly, betraying every tremor running through him.
They’re all flushed, overheated, caught in the snare of the season’s magic.
“Look at you,” you murmur, stepping into the center of the room, letting your voice cut through their restless shifting. Eight pairs of eyes snap toward you, hungry and desperate. “All wound up. All because of a little spring air?”
Jeongin makes a strangled sound, half-whine, half-growl. His ears are pressed flat, his tails twitching violently behind him. Hyunjin exhales like a man in pain, Han mutters “not fair” under his breath, and Chan actually laughs, low, tense, like he’s on the edge of something he can’t control.
You tilt your head, feigning innocence, though mischief sparks in your chest. “Maybe you need help. A… caretaker’s touch.”
The way they all inhale at once tells you just how desperate they are.
“But,” you continue, letting a smile curl your lips, “we’ll have to make this fair. One at a time. The rest of you…” you glance around the circle, pausing just long enough to watch each of them squirm, “you sit still and watch. No touching unless I say so.”
Minho hisses under his breath. Han’s wings buzz, agitated. Felix slides lower in the water, eyes wide, luminous. Changbin growls, low and dangerous, though the flush on his neck betrays him. Seungmin scoffs, sharp, derisive, but his hand twitches on his thigh. Hyunjin whispers something you don’t quite catch, too soft, too reverent.
And Jeongin… poor, trembling Jeongin… he looks like he’s already halfway gone, thighs pressed tight together, lip caught between his teeth. His tails won’t stop twitching.
You step toward him first. “Let’s start with you, Innie.”
His breath catches so sharply the others hear it, and you swear the whole room holds still as you reach for him. You crook a finger, and Jeongin comes to you like he doesn’t even think about it, on his knees, wide eyes darting to his hyungs before settling back on your face.
“Good boy,” you murmur, and his ears flick, pink at the tips.
You draw him forward until he’s between your thighs, his tails fanning out behind him in a frantic shiver. The fur is soft against your calves, brushing as if they’re begging for attention too. He whimpers when you comb your fingers through them, the sound so sweet you could melt.
“You’ve been restless all night, haven’t you?” You tug gently at the base of one tail, and his whole body jerks. His cock twitches in his lap, already stiff, a wet spot spreading across the fabric straining to contain him.
He nods, too fast, too eager, then yelps when you catch his chin.
“Use your words, Innie.”
His throat bobs. “Y-yeah. Can’t… can’t stop,” His voice falters when your thumb drags over his bottom lip.
“Shh.” You guide him down until his head is in your lap, petting his hair, letting the others see just how easily he folds for you. “You don’t have to stop. That’s what I’m here for.”
He shivers, hiding against your stomach, but you don’t let him. You tug his hair until he meets your eyes, wide, glassy. Behind him, you can feel the weight of the others’ gazes: Han bouncing his knee, Hyunjin’s vines twitching toward you, Minho’s coils tightening with a hiss, Chan biting his lip hard enough to whiten it.
You stroke Jeongin through his pants, slow and cruel, watching his lips part on a gasp. His hips twitch but you pin him down with your free hand. “So sensitive already. Haven’t even touched you properly.”
“I-I c-can’t.” His ears flatten, voice breaking.
“You can.” You smile wickedly. “You’re going to let everyone see how needy you are.”
When you finally free him, his cock springs against his stomach, flushed and slick at the tip. He covers his face with one hand, whining, and the sound is enough to make Han choke, wings buzzing violently.
“None of that,” you chide, pulling his wrist away. “Look at me while I touch you.”
The first stroke makes him keen, hips jerking up helplessly. His tails thrash, knocking into planters, rustling leaves. You slow deliberately, stroking just shy of the head, then stopping until he gasps in frustration. Every sound of his fills the greenhouse, his soft “ah-ah, ahhh,” the catch of his breath when you twist your wrist, the broken sob when you pull away just before his peak.
“P-please,” he whines, voice cracking. “Please don’t stop- please let me-”
The others are transfixed. Minho’s forked tongue flickers unconsciously. Hyunjin leans forward, lips parted, petals falling like snow. Felix grips the pond’s edge with white knuckles. Chan’s chest rises and falls too fast, eyes fixed on your hand.
You grab his chin making him look up at his hyungs as you tighten your grip, stroking him faster. “So pretty when you beg, Innie. Let them hear you. Look at your hyungs, baby.”
His eyes flitter across the room but the second they lock with Chan's, he whines pitifully. His whole body bows, every muscle trembling as he spills over your hand, crying out shamelessly. His tails thrash wildly, then collapse, limp and twitching.
You milk him through it, and when he whimpers, “T-too much, too much-” you only smile, leaning down to whisper against his ear, “You can give me more.”
You slide down his body, licking the mess from his cock, swallowing every drop. His thighs shake violently, his hands clawing at the dirt floor as you suck him deep, moaning around him until his hips buck helplessly. His voice is hoarse, nearly broken, “N-no, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!” and then he does, spilling into your mouth a second time, sobbing with the overstimulation.
When you finally let him go, he collapses against you, trembling, wet lashes clumped with tears. You kiss his temple sweetly, wiping his cheeks with your thumb.
“Good boy,” you murmur, loud enough for the others to hear. “So good for me. Who wants to be next?”
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The sound of everyone’s breath hitching at once is delicious. Jeongin is still draped across your lap, panting like he’s run miles, his tails twitching weakly with every aftershock. You stroke along the ridge of his ear, soothing him while your other hand is still sticky with his release.
The others can’t tear their eyes away. Chan’s chest heaves, his fist pressed against his thigh hard enough to shake. And Hyunjin…
Hyunjin is a storm. His vines twist wildly, flowers unfurling and withering in rapid, impatient cycles. His lips are parted, damp, as if he’s been chewing them bloody just to keep quiet. Beside him, Han is buzzing, literally, wings a blur of restless motion, thighs pressed together as he squirms.
You smile. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous already.”
Han snorts, but it comes out strangled. “Not jealous. Just-just bored of watching the fox get all the attention.”
Hyunjin scoffs, shifting closer, vines curling possessively along the dirt. “You couldn’t handle what she just did. You’d fall apart in seconds.”
“Please,” Han snaps, voice pitched high with irritation. “Like you’d last any longer, pretty boy.”
Their glares lock, wings twitching against vines, sharp and petulant. It’s rivalry but it’s also desperation, their bodies are betraying them, rutting against the earth, grinding against the tension building under their skin.
You let the silence draw tight, then slip Jeongin gently from your lap, laying him down on a blanket so he can rest. He whimpers when you move, but settles when your hand leaves his hair with a final pat.
“Alright,” you murmur, letting your eyes cut between Hyunjin and Han, who both straighten like dogs waiting for a command. “If you’re both so desperate to prove yourselves…”
You step closer, catching Hyunjin’s wrist in one hand, tugging Han forward with the other. Their shoulders nearly clash as they stumble into place before you, vines and wings bristling.
“…then let’s see which of you can last longer.”
The air in the greenhouse thickens with their twin inhales, sharp and shallow. You feel the shiver ripple through them both, the hitch in Han’s throat, the way Hyunjin’s pupils blow wide.
And when you drop to your knees before them, palms smoothing up their thighs at once, they both choke on the same, broken sound. They’re both trembling by the time your palms are on their thighs.
Hyunjin’s muscles are taut, his long legs spreading instinctively under your touch, vines twitching against the tiles as if they’re aching to coil around you and pull you closer. His breath catches in his throat when you squeeze, a hiss slipping between his teeth.
Han, though, Han squirms. He rocks on his feet, wings buzzing so fast the air hums, hips canting forward helplessly when your fingers slip a little higher. “Shit,” he gasps, already flushed to the tips of his ears. “Not-not fair you’re touching both!”
Hyunjin lets out a sharp, bitter laugh, though it wavers when your thumb brushes dangerously close to his bulge. “Pathetic. You’re already whining and she hasn’t even started.”
He’s right, Hyunjin is trembling, jaw tight, pupils blown wide as your hands finally slide higher. You toy with the button of his pants, then Han’s, making them wait, making them both suffer. Their bodies lean instinctively toward you, but also toward each other, rivalry and need winding into one.
“You two sound so confident,” you murmur, letting your nails drag lightly over their cocks through the fabric. Both of them jolt, breath hitching at once. “But I don’t think either of you will last.”
“Won’t-won’t lose to him,” Han pants, but his wings stutter, breaking their rhythm.
Hyunjin grits his teeth, already flushed down his neck. “I’ll show you how long I can last.”
You tug both of their pants open at once, dragging the fabric down to expose them, hard and aching. They both groan when the cool air hits, and louder still when you wrap your hands around them together, Hyunjin in one palm, Han in the other.
The sounds they make overlap, Hyunjin’s low, guttural hiss, Han’s high, breathless whine. Both of them shiver violently under your touch, hips jerking despite themselves.
“Fuck, fuck,” Han’s wings buzz frantically.
Hyunjin’s vines curl tight around his own ankle, like he’s anchoring himself, but his thighs are shaking. “More-need more,”
You start stroking them in rhythm, deliberately at the same pace, letting them feel each other’s desperation in every moan and ragged gasp. Their hips jerk, unconsciously matching the same frantic tempo.
“Look at you,” you murmur, voice velvet. “Already rutting like you can’t help yourselves.”
And it’s true, they’re leaning closer, thighs brushing, groaning when the movement makes their cocks bump against each other in your hands. Han curses, embarrassed and breathless, but he doesn’t pull away. Hyunjin growls, head tipping back, jaw slack with pleasure.
“Bet you’d both fall apart faster if you had to feel each other, too,” you tease.
They both shudder. Neither protests.
So you press them together, two flushed cocks sliding against each other, slick with your spit when you spit down and wrap your hand around both. The moment they feel the friction, they break, Hyunjin with a long, low groan, Han with a cracked, high-pitched whine. Their hips thrust helplessly, grinding against one another, against your fist.
“Shit! Fuck, no,” Han gasps, wings flaring as his body jolts with each stroke.
“You’re gonna-gonna lose,” Hyunjin pants, but his voice cracks halfway through, and his hips buck harder against both your hand and Han’s cock.
“Am not!” Han’s retort breaks off in a sob when you squeeze tighter.
Now they’re really rutting, grinding their cocks against each other in your grip, bodies colliding, thighs shaking. Hyunjin’s vines lash out against the tiles, Han’s wings beat wild and frantic, and their moans tangle together until you can’t tell who’s whimpering louder.
They’re both trembling, thighs slick with sweat, breaths hitching with every frantic thrust. They want to win, but they’re breaking, falling apart in the same place, on the same edge.
And when you murmur, low and commanding, “Come for me, both of you. Show me who falls apart prettier”
They shatter together. Hyunjin’s head falls back with a guttural groan, vines snapping taut as he spills against Han’s cock. Han screams, wings beating so violently the air stings your skin, hips jerking as he paints Hyunjin’s stomach in turn. They rut through it, rut against each other, desperate, sobbing, until they collapse in a messy, trembling heap.
You stroke them down gently, smiling as their chests heave, as they slump against one another despite their rivalry, too weak to move apart.
When you finally pull your hands away, both of them whimper, petulant, bratty, but wrecked. And across the greenhouse, the others are a restless storm.
“Good boys,” you purr, pressing a soft kiss to each of their damp cheeks. “Now rest.”
They groan weakly in protest, but neither can lift their heads as you stand.
Your eyes drift toward the pond, where Felix and Chan are waiting, aching, shaking with need.
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Felix has been watching you the whole time, trembling in the pond. His tail thrashes just under the surface, sending little waves sloshing against the tiles. The waterline laps at his chest, skin flushed pink, chest heaving with quick, shallow breaths. His hands clutch the stone edge, knuckles white.
You don’t even need to touch him yet. Just turning toward him makes his breath hitch, eyes wide and desperate, lips parting in a silent plea.
“You’ve been so patient,” you murmur, stepping close to the water’s edge. His freckles stand out stark against the blush flooding his cheeks. “Such a good boy, waiting your turn.”
He nods frantically, throat bobbing with a swallow. His chest rises and falls too fast, like he’s trying to breathe around a sob. His tail flicks hard against the surface.
Chan, though, Chan’s standing behind him in the water, muscles tight, jaw clenched. His hands twitch at his sides, like he doesn’t know whether to hold Felix back or pull him forward. His breath is ragged too, though he’s trying harder to hide it.
“Come here,” you say softly, kneeling at the edge. Felix shivers, then surges forward, dragging himself half out of the water with a desperate little gasp. His tail kicks wildly behind him, drenching Chan with spray.
The naiad lets out a sharp breath through his nose, clearly rattled. His control is paper-thin, you can see it in the way his chest rises too fast, in the twitch of his fingers as Felix clutches your dress like he’ll die without the anchor.
You cup Felix’s face in both hands. He leans into your touch instantly, trembling all over. His lips part, soft and wet, and you kiss him, gentle at first, then deeper when he whimpers, opening for you without hesitation.
Behind him, Chan lets out a sound, half growl, half moan.
You break the kiss just long enough to glance at him, letting your thumb stroke Felix’s cheek. “You too, Channie. Don’t just watch.”
His jaw works, and then like something in him breaks, he moves. His hands come up to Felix’s waist, steadying him as you tug the mermaid further onto the stone. Felix moans into your mouth, tail splashing frantically, hips rocking helplessly against the edge.
Chan presses in close behind him, chest flush to his back. He’s shaking too, trying to be the caretaker as always, but you can feel the way his breath hitches every time Felix gasps, every time your tongue slides deeper into his boy’s mouth.
“Both of you,” you murmur, lips brushing Felix’s swollen ones. “So good for me.”
Felix whines, body arching. Chan groans against his ear, low and broken, like he can’t help himself.
You guide Felix fully onto the stone, wet tail draped across your lap, water slicking your thighs. He keens at the contact, clutching at you, eyes wet and wide.
And Chan follows, kneeling half out of the pond, one hand braced on Felix’s stomach, the other gripping the stone hard enough to crack it. His chest heaves against Felix’s back.
They’re both trembling, both wrecked just from your touch, and you haven’t even slid your hand down yet. So you do, when you wrap your palm around the slick, sensitive slit hidden just beneath the soft scales at Felix’s base, the mermaid screams. His whole body bows, tail thrashing, slick spilling against your hand instantly.
Chan curses behind him, low and guttural, as if he felt it too. His forehead presses to Felix’s shoulder, and for the first time you hear his breath break into a whimper.
“Please,” he mutters, voice cracking. “Please take care of him. Take care of us.”
Felix sobs, hips bucking helplessly into your palm, tail quivering as you stroke the trembling slit. He’s so sensitive, so needy, every drag of your fingers makes him jolt like lightning, makes his freckled cheeks streak with tears.
And Chan’s right there with him, pressed tight to his back, shaking with every sound Felix makes, every time you twist your wrist and make the mermaid choke on another silent cry.
When Felix finally breaks, when his body arches so sharply it nearly throws Chan backward, when slick gushes over your hand in hot pulses, Chan loses it too. His head tips back, a hoarse, broken groan ripping from his chest, hips grinding into Felix’s tail as he shudders.
They collapse together, Felix limp in your lap, Chan clutching him like he’s holding on for dear life, both of them panting and trembling and wet.
You pet Felix’s damp hair back from his forehead, then stroke Chan’s cheek with your other hand. “Good boys,” you murmur. “Both of you. Mine.”
They nod, Felix weakly, Chan with a rough swallow, too wrecked to speak.
You stroke Felix’s cheek with one hand, soothing him down from the edge, while the other cups the back of Chan’s neck. He jerks a little at the touch, eyes snapping open, dark, dazed, almost frightened in how raw they look.
“Channie,” you whisper, coaxing him to lift his head. “You did so well for me. For him.”
He swallows hard, throat bobbing, sweat dripping down his temples. His lips part on a shaky exhale.
“You want your reward, don’t you?”
The sound that comes out of him is half a moan, half a broken laugh, like he can’t believe you’d even offer. His hands flex against Felix’s body, then he carefully eases the mermaid back onto the wet stone, making sure he’s safe, before turning those hungry, desperate eyes back to you.
“Yes,” he admits, voice rough. “God, yes.”
You guide him up and out of the water, onto the stone floor where droplets trail down his chest and arms. He’s gorgeous like this, flushed, trembling, every ounce of his control stripped bare. He kneels in front of you, already hard, already leaking, his cock flushed dark and twitching with each heavy breath.
“Lay back for me,” you tell him softly.
He obeys instantly, lowering himself onto his back, head tipped against the cool floor, chest rising and falling too fast. His hands twitch at his sides, itching to grab you but holding back, waiting.
You swing one leg over him, straddling his hips. His breath hitches, eyes flicking up to meet yours. When you take him in hand and guide him to your entrance, his whole body shudders, a strangled noise tearing from his throat.
“Fuck, please?”
You sink down slowly, deliberately, letting every inch stretch you open, letting him feel every second of it. His head slams back against the floor, teeth gritted, a hiss breaking from him.
“Too much?” you murmur, leaning down to press your palms against his chest.
So you ride him. You set the pace, slow at first, just rolling your hips and watching him fall apart beneath you. His hands clutch at the stone floor, desperate not to touch, muscles trembling with restraint. Every thrust makes his breath stutter, chest heaving, broken curses spilling out of him.
“Channie,” you whisper, dragging your nails down his chest. “You’re holding back.”
He lets out a choked groan, bucking up once before forcing himself still again. “You said reward, I don’t want to…”
You press a finger to his lips, silencing him. Then you slam down hard, grinding against him, and he breaks.
His hands fly to your hips, gripping tight, dragging you down again and again, hips snapping up to meet yours. The rhythm is frantic, messy, desperate. His head tips back, throat bared, moans ripping out of him raw and unrestrained.
“That’s it,” you praise, riding him faster, your nails digging into his damp skin. “Good boy. Take it. All of it.”
He’s almost sobbing with it, gasping your name, clutching at you like you’re the only thing keeping him alive. His release crashes over him hard, hips jerking, body bowing up against you, hot spurts spilling deep as his cry echoes off the greenhouse glass.
You ride him through it, dragging every drop out of him, until he collapses back onto the stone, trembling and wrecked, chest heaving. His grip loosens on your hips, hands sliding down to rest limply against your thighs.
You lean down, kissing the sweat-slick curve of his jaw. “So good for me, Channie.”
He hums weakly, eyes fluttering shut, mouth curving into the faintest, bliss-drunk smile.
But you don’t miss the sound that slithers through the air, the low, hungry rasp of scales dragging over stone.
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When you glance up, Minho is closer than before. His coils gleam wet in the lamplight, rippling across the greenhouse floor, circling, slow, inevitable. His eyes are locked on where you’re still straddling Chan, still full of him.
His tongue flicks out, tasting the air, and his voice rumbles low.
“My turn.”
You lift yourself off Chan with a slow, slick drag, his cock softening against his stomach, cum spilling out of you to drip down your thighs. Chan groans at the loss, weakly reaching for you, but he hasn’t the strength to hold you back. His chest is still heaving, eyes half-lidded and glassy, utterly ruined.
And Minho watches every drop. His coils slide closer, the sound of scale against stone sending a shiver up your spine. He circles you, deliberate, possessive, each ripple of muscle reminding you how much power he holds.
“Made him look pathetic,” Minho murmurs, voice rough, tinged with hunger. His forked tongue flicks out, catching the taste of sweat, sex, you. His eyes drag from Chan’s trembling body back up to you, hot and sharp. “Now let me show you what real stamina looks like.”
You tilt your chin, mischief curling in your chest, and let him see the mess between your thighs. His breath hitches, pupils dilating, coils tightening around you without even touching yet.
“Then come claim me,” you challenge.
His coils surge forward, winding around your ankles, calves, thighs, slow, inexorable until you’re pinned in his loop, lifted slightly off the ground. His strength is overwhelming, but it’s the way he uses it, careful, that makes your breath catch.
You can feel the heat radiating from his cocks, already thick and hard, both hemipenes sliding free with a twitch. The sight of them, long, veined, dripping with precum, makes your cunt clench, and Minho notices.
“Oh, you’re already hungry for it,” he drawls, his voice a purr that curls around you like smoke. “Good girl.”
He drags the head of one cock along your slit, gathering the slick that’s still leaking from Chan, coating himself in it. You shiver, muscles tightening, thighs trembling in his coils.
“Minho,” you breathe, need curling sharp and hot in your belly.
His mouth curls into something dark and satisfied. “Say my name like that again when you’re full.”
Then he presses forward. The stretch is obscene, your walls straining around the first thick length, and before you can adjust, the second is rubbing against your clit, sliding along your folds, relentless in its teasing grind. Your body arches, back bowing in his coils, a strangled cry breaking free.
He doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath. His coils tighten, anchoring you in place as he thrusts shallowly with the first cock, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you, while the second grinds harder, smearing precum over your swollen clit with every rut.
You’re shuddering, gasping, your hands clawing at the slick muscle wrapped around your body.
“Can’t even move, can you?” Minho taunts, his voice a low growl against your ear. “All you can do is take it. Mine.”
Your breath hitches, your cunt spasming around him, every nerve sparking with the maddening double sensation, full, grinding, relentless.
He keeps you on the edge, coils flexing to tilt your hips at the perfect angle, one cock slamming deeper, the other rutting faster, until you’re sobbing his name like you promised. Your voice breaks on his name, high and desperate, and Minho preens at the sound.
His coils flex, pulling you tighter against him, locking you in place as he finally drives the second cock inside. The stretch steals your breath. Two thick lengths, stuffing you full until your walls flutter helplessly around them both, pressure so intense you can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain, only that it’s overwhelming. You sob, nails raking uselessly at his scales, and Minho hisses a sharp breath through his teeth.
“Fuck so tight. You’re-” His jaw tightens, eyes fluttering shut as his forked tongue flicks against your cheek. “You were made for me. Look at you, look at how perfect you’re taking it.”
He sets a rhythm, deep, grinding thrusts that drag both lengths in tandem, filling you to the hilt. Every movement grinds against your walls, the blunt heads hitting every sensitive ridge inside you. His coils flex to lift your hips, adjusting the angle until your breath hitches every time he slams forward.
You’re gone, body arching and jerking in his grip, unable to escape even if you wanted to. Tears blur your vision, your moans spilling raw and cracked. “Minho… Please too much,”
“Too much?” His lips curl, a cruel, satisfied smirk as he watches you fall apart. “That’s the point. How are you going to take the oni otherwise?”
The thought has you whining as you lock eyes with Changbin. Minho hisses before he hammers harder, faster, each thrust shaking your body, your cunt clenching desperately around the impossible stretch. Slick drips down his coils, wet sounds echoing obscenely in the greenhouse.
You can feel the moment you break. Your walls seize around him, orgasm ripping through you so violently your body convulses in his hold. You scream his name, head thrown back, every muscle trembling.
But Minho doesn’t stop. He fucks you through it, merciless, pace relentless as he chases his own release. His breath is ragged, every hiss punctuated with a low, guttural growl as his coils squeeze tighter, forcing your cunt to milk him.
Your second orgasm crashes into you before the first even ebbs, your body reduced to sobs and shudders, begging incoherently against his mouth. Minho drinks it all in, the way your nails leave shallow marks on his scales, the way your voice cracks when you plead, the way your body clings to him no matter how much you shake.
“Say it,” he growls, voice rough and commanding. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m! Fuck! Minho, I’m yours! I’m yours!”
That breaks him. He slams deep, burying both cocks inside you, and with a low, drawn-out hiss, he spills. Hot, thick spurts of cum flood your cunt, filling you so full it seeps out around the stretch, dripping down his coils in sticky rivulets. He doesn’t stop until you’re leaking, stuffed, overflowing with him.
You’re shaking, ruined, every nerve alight, your voice reduced to whimpers against his chest. And only then does Minho ease his coils, lowering you gently to the floor, though his cocks remain buried, keeping you plugged with every twitch.
His hand cups your jaw, tilting your face up so you can see the sharp gleam in his eyes.
“Remember this,” he murmurs, licking your tear-streaked cheek with his forked tongue. “No one will ever fuck you like I do.”
And from the corner of your hazy vision, you can see Seungmin shivering at the sight, breath caught in his throat, Changbin’s hand clamped tight on his shoulder to keep him from lunging forward.
You’re still trembling when Minho finally eases his coils away, slick dripping messily down your thighs. Your body sags against the blankets, chest heaving, face flushed with exhaustion and bliss.
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But there’s no reprieve. Seungmin is on his knees already, hovering at the edge of the blanket like a starved dog waiting for permission. His hands are clenched tight on his thighs, knuckles white, breath shaky as his eyes track the mess leaking out of you.
Changbin doesn’t bother hiding his impatience. His grip is locked around Seungmin’s arm, hauling him forward as if he’s presenting him for you. His own chest rises and falls in sharp, hungry bursts, possessiveness radiating off him in waves.
“She’s not yours yet,” Changbin growls in Seungmin’s ear, voice low and rough. “You don’t touch her unless I say so.”
Seungmin swallows hard, throat bobbing, but he doesn’t pull away. His body trembles, lips parting on a shaky exhale as if the denial only feeds him.
You drag yourself upright on shaky arms, smirking despite your wrecked state. “You’re both staring like you’ll break if I don’t let you in. Pathetic.”
Seungmin shivers, his breath catching audibly. Changbin snarls low in his throat and shoves him forward until he’s sprawled half across your lap.
“Ruin him,” you purr, fingers curling in Seungmin’s hair as you tug his head back. “I want to hear him beg.”
Seungmin lets out a broken whine, the sound muffled as Changbin crowds behind him, grinding his heavy cock between Seungmin’s thighs. The oni groans, rutting against him while forcing him to grind against your soaked cunt.
You hiss through your teeth at the pressure, every brush of Seungmin’s clothed cock against you sending sparks down your spine. His body jerks, breath stuttering as he feels your slick through the fabric.
“Please,” he chokes, voice high, desperate. “I-I need…”
Your nails scrape down his chest, tugging his shirt up to bare his skin. “You need what, puppy?”
His entire body shudders, the nickname wringing another whimper from him.
“Touch me? Please touch me, I’ll do anything,”
Changbin snarls, biting Seungmin’s shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks. “Shut up. She’ll touch you when I say.”
Then he grabs Seungmin’s hips, spreading him open while grinding harder against your cunt, pushing Seungmin’s cock flush to your slick folds. The friction makes you both gasp, Seungmin’s voice cracking into a sob, your head tipping back at the stimulation.
It’s filthy, desperate, messy.
When Changbin finally snaps, he yanks Seungmin upright by the hair, forcing his mouth down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy, frantic, Seungmin whining against your lips as you taste the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
“Good boy,” you murmur against his mouth, your hand sliding down to palm his cock through his pants. He keens, whole body jerking. “You’ll take whatever I give you, won’t you?”
“Yes-yes, please, I’ll take it, I’ll be good,”
Changbin growls approval, positioning himself behind Seungmin, lining up against his entrance. His other hand tangles in your hair, forcing your mouth against Seungmin’s again just as he thrusts forward.
The cry Seungmin lets out is sharp, cracked, half pain, half raw pleasure, as Changbin sinks into him, stretching him wide. His body trembles violently in your arms, breath hitching every time Changbin drives deeper.
And you, ruined, overstimulated, dripping as you grind against Seungmin’s cock again, your slick soaking through, smearing all over him while he sobs into your mouth.
“Fuck,” Changbin groans, voice breaking as he sets a brutal pace. “Look at him, look at our sweet little pup getting split open while you use him.”
You do. You watch Seungmin’s eyes glaze, his lips trembling, his moans breaking into high-pitched sobs every time your cunt grinds against him. He’s wrecked, undone, falling apart between you both.
You’re smiling. Seungmin is trembling so hard in your arms he feels like he’ll shatter. Every thrust of Changbin’s cock into him knocks his body forward, rutting him helplessly against your soaked folds. He’s whining into your mouth, tears streaking down his cheeks, broken syllables of please, need, can’t, more spilling out between kisses.
“Shh, puppy,” you croon, dragging your nails up his chest, leaving red marks in your wake. “You’re taking him so well. Such a good boy for me.”
The praise hits him like lightning. His body arches violently, a sob ripping from his throat as his cock jerks against you. His breath catches, chest heaving, and you know he’s right on the edge.
Changbin feels it too, he snarls, grinding Seungmin harder against you while pistoning into him. “He’s close. Little elf cock twitching all over you.” His grip on Seungmin’s hips tightens brutally, forcing him to take every inch. “You don’t cum until she says, understand?”
“I- Nghh… y-yes-yes, I’ll wait, I’ll wait!” Seungmin sobs, his voice cracking around the words, thighs trembling with the effort.
You tilt your hips, grinding yourself harder against his cock, your slick soaking through until the fabric is useless. His breath hitches, his body jerks, a broken cry falling from his lips as he tries to hold back.
“Look at him,” you whisper, eyes locked on Changbin over Seungmin’s shoulder. “He’s so desperate. What do you think, Binnie, should I let him cum?”
Changbin groans, eyes dark, his thrusts slowing but hitting deeper. “Not yet. Make him scream for it first.”
You smile, wicked and sweet, and wrap your hand around Seungmin’s cock, finally stroking him properly.
The reaction is immediate, he screams, body convulsing, his breath stuttering in shallow gasps as his cock throbs in your hand. “F-fuck, no! Please, I-I can’t hold it! Pleasepleaseplease!”
“Hold it,” you order sharply, and his whole body shudders, the command making him whimper like a scolded pup.
Changbin slams harder into him, forcing his body forward into your grip, forcing him to rut into your hand whether he wants to or not. “Do what she says. You don’t cum until she tells you.”
You lean in close, lips brushing Seungmin’s ear, voice soft but cruel. “Beg me. Beg me to let you ruin yourself all over me.”
Seungmin sobs, the sound raw, high, broken. “Please! Please let me, I c-can’t- I need it so bad, please, mistress, I’ll be so good, I’ll do anything, I’ll- Fuck! I’ll die if you don’t let me-”
Your hand squeezes tight around him, thumb rubbing messily over his soaked head. “Cum for me.”
The scream he lets out echoes, his body convulsing violently as he explodes in your hand, hot streams spilling across your thighs and stomach. His whole body jerks with each wave, sobs tumbling out of him as if he’s unraveling piece by piece.
Changbin groans low in his throat at the sight, slamming into him harder, chasing his own high. “Fuck, look at him, fucking wrecked.” His breath catches, his thrusts faltering. He bites down on Seungmin’s shoulder again, groaning against his skin as his cock pulses deep inside him.
With a final, brutal thrust, Changbin spills inside, his hips stuttering, growls breaking into ragged moans. He keeps Seungmin impaled on his cock, grinding deep as if trying to brand him with his release.
Seungmin collapses into you, utterly spent, still twitching from the overstimulation. His breath is shallow, broken hiccups of sound leaving him as he tries to catch up, tears drying on his cheeks.
Changbin lingers behind him, panting hard, lips pressed to the mark he left on Seungmin’s shoulder. His voice is rough when he speaks. “Mine. Both of you.”
You stroke Seungmin’s pointy ear, smirking lazily as you glance at Changbin. “Not yours. Mine. I’m just letting you borrow him.”
Changbin growls, but doesn’t argue. He stays buried inside Seungmin, possessive to the end, as you cradle the boy in your arms, ruined, trembling, and wrecked beyond words.
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The clearing is quiet now, save for the ragged breaths of eight ruined bodies. Seungmin is still curled against your chest, trembling with every aftershock, his lashes sticky with tears. Changbin hasn’t moved from behind him, still buried deep, his arm caging the boy tight as though anyone might try to take him away.
Hyunjin and Han lie sprawled together in a tangle of sweat-slick limbs, their rivalry spent and dulled into soft, breathless laughter. Han’s cheek is pressed against Hyunjin’s chest, and for once, neither looks like they’re fighting to prove anything.
Jeongin’s on his side a little ways off, still catching his breath, thighs sticky and spent, the blush on his cheeks refusing to fade. His eyes keep fluttering toward you, shy and adoring, as if he still can’t believe you started with him.
Felix rests half in Chan’s lap, his lips red and swollen from being kissed within an inch of his life, his chest rising and falling in quick, delicate breaths. Chan is dazed too, arms wound tight around Felix’s waist, his face pressed into his shoulder, the air of a man undone in ways he’ll never admit aloud.
Minho, for once, doesn’t look ready to snap at anyone, he’s draped across the grass, slick-streaked skin gleaming, his pupils still blown wide, staring up at the stars as though he’s recalibrating his entire existence.
You stretch like a satisfied cat, sticky and sore and humming with the smug kind of victory only someone who’s thoroughly worked through eight gorgeous boys can feel. Their wreckage is proof enough. Their trembling, the little aftershocks that roll through their bodies when your fingertips brush across them, the way every single one of them is still reaching toward you, even in exhaustion.
You murmur, soft but certain, “Mine. All of you.”
No one argues. They couldn’t, even if they tried.
The clearing is filled only with the sound of contented sighs, little whimpers of overstimulation, the rustle of grass as the boys curl closer to you. And when sleep finally takes them, it’s heavy and dreamless, their bodies lax and spent, their breaths syncing one by one to the rhythm of yours.
han had been bad all day. having an attitude when you asks simple questions, ignoring you, not making you any food. so the only deserving punishment was a spanking.
you had him naked, laid over your lap, and desperate. you had edged him five times before this, so he was crying and begging. you leaned over to his ear and whispered, “should of thought about this before you acted like a brat today baby.”
his tears hit the floor, “please- please, i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry mommy, i won’t do it again! j-just please let me cum- please!”
you mocked his pleading with a laugh. you knew he wasn’t getting off this easily. “there, there..” you said condescendingly, “you just have to count for me, and then i’ll think about letting you cum. but beware, mess up or don’t count, is one strike closer to being edged again, okay?”
han nodded frantically with his cock jumping towards to leg at the reward. “i’ll be good- i’ll count, promise you! t-thank you mommy-“
“don’t say thank you yet hanji, i haven’t started.”
“r-right! sorry mommy.”
you raised your hand, and spanked his ass hard. he let out a yelp of pain before spewing out: “ah! o-one!” han sniffled. you raised your hand again, smacking him a bit harder this time. “two!”
more tears hit the floor, and you kept going.
you had reached nine, before you looked over and saw a puddle of his tears, and a drip of snot dangling from his nose. “so nasty.. don’t let it drip on my floor.. now, one more and you’re done; just don’t mess it up. but first, clean up your snot.”
you had watched him move his hand, about to wipe it, before you spanked him as hard as you could. han’s whole body jolted, and he sobbed once more, “ten!”
his asscheeks were as red as a rose, and your hand prints marked them like a signature. you bent down to press a kiss to each cheek and patted them before sitting him upright.
“y’did so well for mommy.. now you can get your reward.” you praised, grabbing a tissue and handing it to him to wipe his nose.
“t-thank you mommy! i love you- so much..” han mumbled.
you grabbed ahold of his painfully hard and leaking cock and gave it a few lazy strokes. he whimpered at the touch and arched his back against you. “my baby’s so pent up, isn’t he? wants to make a mess all over my hand..”
han jumbled his words, “yes- only for you… feels s’good..” you worked your hand faster, and ran a finger over his slit. he twitched in your lap, and moaned loudly in your ear. it was almost embarrassing for how close he was already.
“mmm… mommy- i’m so- hah! close.. please let me cum! i’ve been so good for you, please mommy!” han begged, eyes dazed, hips chasing your moving hand.
“you can cum hanji.. just make a mess f’me..” once you gave him the green light, his cum spurted out like a geyser. it splatted on your hand, your sweatpants, it even made a plap! sound on the hardwood floor of your living room.
but it wasn’t stopping. his hips twitched and his lips was clamped in between his teeth. han’s eyes were rolled back and sweated decorated his forehead.
you kept stroking his cock, letting him ride out his high. when he came down from it, he looked at you. “thank you s’much mommy- i needed it.. i’m sorry for being a brat- it won’t happen again..” he kissed your lips, and burrowed his head into your neck.
-you're both in bed, he's curled up on your chest with your hand running through his hair when you casually bring it up
-"what would you think about a vibrator baby?" "huh? like-like for you or?" "no babe, for you, one that I'd get to use on you" "o-oh, yeah I'd like that... I'd really like that actually"
-the vibrator is quickly purchased and arrives just as fast with you spending too much on next day delivery and you jumping him the second you unbox and clean it
-now although you have a tame but experimental sex life it doesn't mean he isn't a blushing mess when you're getting ready for it
-you make your way to your shared bedroom and find him curled up in bed on his phone, quickly u make your way over and slowly straddle him taking his phone and throwing it to the side, praying you didn't break it
-"What are you up to?" he chuckles, his hands finding your waist as you plant featherlight kisses to his neck, trailing slowly over his pulse point your lips find the now bright red shall of his ear "You ready for me to ruin you baby?"
-it doesn't take long for you to strip him of his shorts and boxers and slide in between his strong muscly thighs planting kisses and gentle bites as you start teasing him
-with one hand trailing over his stomach feeling it rise and fall with each deep breath he takes as you avoid touching him where he needs it most. Your other hand circles around his now dripping cock refusing to touch him and you can't help but smile at how desperate he's becoming from light teasing
-"What is it baby? Am I not touching you good enough? Or do you need me to touch you somewhere else?" your voice is innocent but you have the most devious smirk on your face watching as his breath hitches when your fingers trail over his red leaking tip before pulling away, he throws his head back whining as you refuse to touch him where he needs it most "Please! Please ple-ahh! Fuck, touch me baby please I've been so good". You cant help but give in to him, you were always bad at teasing and punishments cause you always caved at his pleading. "Alright baby, since you've been so good for me" but instead of touching him with your hand you quickly pull the vibrator out from the pocket of your shorts and press it against the leaking tip of his aching cock.
-his reaction is instant, he lets out a loud cry as his eyes roll back and his head drops to the bed, his back arches high off the bed, his hand suddenly shooting out to grip your hair causing you to groan "Gentle baby" you hand comes up to his wrist pulling his hand to adjust his grip on your hair "Sorry, sorry mummy ah fuck! Don't stop, please I'm begging you, I'm so close!" his thighs are twitching as they fight to not slam shut around your head, you continue to place kisses to his thighs muttering sweet nothings as your hand work on his cock, you bring the vibrator from his drooling tip all the way down to the base whilst your free hand takes the previous position of the vibrator, your fingers painstakingly gentle circle his tip, scooping his cum up and using it to slicken his cock stroking him oh so slowly
-" You've been such a good boy for me baby, I think you deserve to cum don't you?" your voice is sugary sweet as you watch your boyfriend fall apart in front of you, he lets out a long groan his hand coming up to grip the pillows as he rolls his hips into the feeling of your warm hand stroking his cock and the cruel feeling of the vibrator against the base of his cock "Yes! Please I've been so good mummy can I? Please, I'm so close, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonn-ahh!" suddenly he can't hold it anymore and he lets out silent scream, his head dropping into the pillows and his back arching as pearly white streams of cum shoot out of his pulsing red cock onto his heaving stomach.
-You coo at his blissed out state and slowly ease of his cock, leaning over to grab the wipes by the side of your bed and gently begin to clean him up. Knowing he would be too tired for a bath or to get up for you to change the sheets you crawl back into bed gently pulling him into your hold as he rolls over to bury his face into your chest. Your hand slides up his warm back rubbing the soft skin and your other hand finds its way to his hair "You feeling ok baby? was it too much?" Your lips press into his soft hair as you hold him close "No it wasn't, it was perfect mummy, I feel great just a little floaty" he nuzzles more into your chest letting out a long sigh of content. "Get some sleep baby I'll be right here when you wake up" he nods, already half asleep.
-biggest brat and you know it, you were away for a week and told him he couldn't touch himself so imagine your shock when you walk into your bedroom and find him sprawled across the bed his face flushed, pink raw bitten lips pulled into a defiant smile as he lazy strokes his cock, his soft stomach already covered in cum "Welcome home honey"
-famous last words honestly, you say nothing and make your way to your wardrobe grabbing a small little box before making your way to the bed planting yourself in between his thick thighs spreading them open you bat his hand away ignoring his confused yet curious gaze on the box
-you hold his cock in you hand slowly pumping him locking eyes with him "What was the one thing I told you not to do kitten?" your tone is flat and your face is neutral but the pulsing of arousal in you is anything but subtle. Minho tries to laugh giving you a half hearted smirk as your hand starts to pick up its pace on his already overstimulated cock "I don't know w-what you mean?" his chest rises and falls more quickly as he feels himself getting closer to the edge, but your not giving him what he wants so easily, your hand quickly pulls away and rests on his stomach stroking the soft skin gently.
-He lets out a pained yell, his head dropping his head to the plush pillows his chest heaving "You're mean" he mumbles pitifully his head lifting to meet your gaze, his eyes glossy but narrow in petty defiance, you smirk and stroke his thighs soothingly "You didn't think I'd give you what you want so easily now did you baby?" Your hand returns to his cock stroking painfully slowly, occasionally stopping before starting up again, but this time you grab the box you brought and remove the mystery item keeping it hidden from his view
-he's too distracted to notice you messing with the box, his mind is more occupied with the fact that he was three orgasm deep before you arrived and now your edging him to the brink of a fourth but keeping it just out of reach "Yah come on, I'm sorry is that what yo-ah y-you wanna hear?" his voice is trembling slightly as he tries to keep up his bratty attitude but its slowly crumbling the more you tease him
-You slow your hand down until it stops and give him a sickly sweet smile "Now was that so hard kitten? But unfortunately it's too late so I'm still gonna need to punish you, which I'm sure you'll end up enjoying" suddenly you bring the small baby blue vibrator into view, holding it above his cock you still and look into his eyes "Now do you wanna try that apology again or are you gonna still be a little brat huh?"
-Minho's eyes widen at the object and his breath hitches as he realises what in store for him, but he's not giving in yet, a shaky smirk appears on his lips and he scoffs "You think that will make a difference? Yo-you think that'll doing anything?" his voice is wavering, small whines of pleasure escaping him and you can't help but smile
-"Let's see then baby, if you're so confident" you bring the vibrator down directly onto his tip pressing firmly on the red angry looking tip, your free hand grazing the shaft briefly before settling on his balls, cupping and squeezing them gently, his legs instantly go to slam shut around you, but you force them down with you elbows. The sensation is overpowering, punching the air out of his lungs his eyes roll back instantly, his mouth falling open open "Fuck! hah ah! Is that the best y-you've got, ugh!" his head rolls to the side as he stares down at you with hazy, half lidded eyes
-You chuckle and kiss his thighs, bringing the vibrator down to his balls pressing down gently you move it in small circles before returning it to his throbbing cock, stroking it lazily over the shaft you watch closely sensing him getting close as his eyes close and his back starts to arch you quickly lift the vibrator and your hand off his cock, earning a high pitched whine from him
-you smile trailing your lip down his trembling thigh you teasingly bite the plush skin of his inner thigh "Oh poor baby, were you close? Oh I'm sorry baby" you taunt your hand returning to his cock rubbing your thumb over his head pressing down on the dripping tip forces his back to arch and his hand shoot up to the pillows he's buried his head in "Ah! Don't stop please, I'm sorry, I'll never break your rules again, jus-ah! j-just please let me come, I'll be good for you!" his voice breaks into a desperate whine as he tries to shift closer to your touch
-You decide to pity him and bring the vibrator back to his cock pressing it against his tip whilst your hand pumps his shaft quickly not letting him getting used to he feeling, he's brought to edge quickly, his red drooling cock twitching with overstimulation, so sensitive his body is trying to roll away from your actions, you pull him back into position cooing at him "Come on baby, you're doing so well for me, look at your pretty cock all red and heavy, you're so desperate to cum aren't you kitten?"
-And that's all it took to send him over the edge, a pained yell escaping him as he throws his head back and he cums all over your hand and vibrator his cock spent and twitching in your hold, you give it a few more strokes only stopping when he whines and tries to pull your hand away. You stop, quickly cleaning him up and slipping into bed with him, you hold him from behind peppering kisses across his shoulder and neck telling him quiet praises as your had comes to rest on his stomach stroking softly, you continue to praise him until he falls into a blissful sleep
-It wasn't a great day for Changbin as he was feeling a bit insecure about his looks due to reading some mean comments so as his loving partner you swoop in to quickly take his mind off it and reassure him
-which is how you find yourself sat on the couch, a mirror propped in front of you both, with Changbin sat in between your legs, his back to your chest and head dropped against your shoulder as you trail your new vibrator across his pecs, circling his nipples u pepper kisses across his neck, sucking and nipping at the warm tan skin leaving faint red marks
-you lift your head up watching the two of you from the mirror you bring your free hand to his jaw cupping it softly but securely, you lift his head to watch his reflection in the mirror "Look at yourself for me Binnie, look at how handsome you are, how strong and beautiful you are" you voice is soft as you whisper in his ear, words only meant for him to hear and no one else, he lets out a whine his eyes taking a second to meet your own in the mirror before falling to your hand circling his pecs with the vibrator, when you focus on his flushed nipples he has to rest his head in your hand to prevent it from falling down
-"You feeling good sweet boy?" he lets out a whine, nodding he arches into your touch, leaning into the feeling of the vibrator, "Uh huh, it feels so-ah! so good, please don't stop" you nod kissing his flushed round cheek before bringing your other hand down to his stomach just holding him, you feel him inhale deeply at the action but after a couple seconds he slowly exhales leaning his full weight against you. Your hand continues lower slipping into his boxers slowly stroking his hard dripping cock
-he lets out a groan his eyes falling shut "No baby, open those pretty eyes for me hun" your voice is kind as you speak, this entire moment meant to be gentle and reassuring, his eyes flutter open and he turns his face to you silently asking for a kiss, you don't hesitate to give it to him, your lips locking onto his soft bitten ones, your lips move perfectly in sync, your tongue finding its way into his hot mouth, pulling a whine out of him.
-you pull away to return to the task at hand and your hand on his cock picks up motion again "Now baby do you believe me when I tell you are beautiful, strong and perfect the way you are?" he nods letting out a stuttering groan ass his eyes lock with ours in the mirror "Words Binnie" his eyes flutter closed for a second but a quick squeeze of his cock makes them snap open "Yes! I do, BInnie's so strong and handsome, ah! Fuck! I believe you, can I cum please baby!"
-And who were you to deny your sweet boy that, you nod kissing at his neck and speeding your hand up, causing him to let out the most beautiful moans but only when you bring the vibrator back to his nipples does he gasp loudly, his head falling back onto your shoulder and you feel the warm cum coat your hand still tucked into his boxers
-You slow your hand down and turn the vibrator off holding him more securely in your embrace, you shuffle back further onto the couch grabbing a spare blanket and throwing it over the two of you. You hold him as close as possible muttering sweet nothings in his ear causing him to let out bashful little chuckles and jokingly smack your chest as you both relax in the soft afterglow
-he'd been feeling needy all day, waiting for you to have your way with him but you are busy with work so he had to find a way to entertain himself without you. Which is how he finds the pretty little box tucked away in your bedside drawer and Hyunjin is very nosy
-so he settles himself on your shared bed a light flush already dusting his cheeks and he slips his hand into his sweats slowly stroking himself at a teasing pace, with his other hand he holds the vibrator testing the settings by turning it on and off before slowly slipping it under his sweats with his other hand placing it on the base of his cock
-a gasp rips out of him and his eyes close at the feeling of the small but powerful vibrator against his sensitive tip, his free hand travelling away from his throbbing cock to the flat expanse of his toned stomach, his fingers moving in light circles before continuing further up under his jumper to his pecs giving them a teasing squeeze he lets out a moan his head tilting back, his fingers trail to his perky nipples his fingers every so lightly circle them before giving them a teasing tug
-he's fully lost in his trance, the vibrator lazily stroking up and down his cock, occasionally venturing to his balls and his free hand alternating from teasing and tugging his nipples to gently gripping long smooth neck making his eyes roll back in his head, letting out needy gasps and whines
-soon enough he feels his orgasm approaching, his legs twitching and clenching shut around his hand as the vibrator continues to feel like too much but not enough, his face is flushed and slightly sweaty as he bites his lips trying to hold in his pretty noises but failing miserably, his hand moves from his neck back to his chest, his nails dragging the sensitive buds when he suddenly feels an extra hand grip his neck
-his eyes snap open only to see your face inches above him biting your own lip you lean down to his ear "Don't you dare stop" your voice is hoarse and low, your lips find his jaw trailing soft kisses to the skin as your grip on his neck tightens he lets out a loud gasp followed by a broken moan "Ah! fuck, I'm cumming!" his head drops and his back arches off the bed, his legs slamming shut and he releases
-his body twitches in the aftershock and his head rolls round to meet your eyes, he looks up at you with glossy doe eyes biting his lip "Am I in trouble?" he asks innocently but the teasing glint in his eyes tells you everything. You smirk pressing a soft kiss to his plump pouty lips "You have no idea"
-He feels his heart flutter and his legs clench, he can't help letting out a moan as you bite his lip, your hand tailing down to his crotch grabbing the vibrator turning it back on you press it back onto the tip of his sensitive cock causing him to gasp and clutch your arm his head turning into your neck. You don't slow down, in fact you turn the vibrator up a setting and with your free hand you pull up his jumper your lips latching to his chest, nipping and sucking his already sensitive nipples
-already overstimulated Hyunjin lets out a whine his back arching and before he knows it he's cumming again, his hand shooting out to grab any part of you he can reach, which is the back of your head, you trail your lips up his chest to his neck sucking faint hickies on the flushed skin before capturing his lips in a deep kiss. You keep the vibrator on his cock only stopping when he's whining and gripping your wrist. "Enough, please it's t-too much please!" he whines against your lips and you only smirk planting a peck to his nose "Oh Jinnie we've only begun"
-You had been in your office at home working all day and Jisung was not happy, it was one of the first days this month that had no work and got to spend his entire day with you and you are working? Unbelievable.
-So he takes matters into his own hands and grabs the new toy that you had bought together but never got the chance to use and promptly makes his way to your office, opening the door slowly he peers in watching your frame as you are focused typing away on your laptop, though you hear the door open you don't turn around "You need something Sungie?" you stop typing and raise your arms over your head stretching when you see him come into your view
-Jisung stands in front of you and adjusts your chair so he stands in between your legs, giving you a long look he suddenly climbs into your lap, somehow straddling you in your old and way too small office chair
-Your quick to grab his hips pulling close so he won't fall when you notice his bugle tenting his sweatpants, you raise an eyebrow and look up at him "Can I help you sweetheart?" you stroke his hips and thighs gazing up at him fondly when he takes a deep breath and pulls out the vibrator holding it in front of you "If you don't make me cum soon I'm gonna lose it" Although he's trying his best to demand this of you he can't the whiny tone in his voice as he speaks
-You have been working for too long and decide to treat yourself and him by giving him exactly what he wants, you pull him into a deep kiss your lips moving together perfectly as your hand slips into his sweats causing him to lift his hips up enough for you to expose his leaking cock flushed red at the tip, before planting himself firmly back in your lap grinding into your touch
-you plan to make his wish come true and start pumping his cock quickly, your lips moving to his neck and down to his collarbone nipping and kissing the sensitive skin gently. He sighs in relief letting out breathy whimpers as you don't ease up on his neck or cock, his head drops to your shoulder and you are quick to take the vibrator out of his hold and slip it under his top trailing it across the soft skin of his chest before grazing it down his stomach and finally the base of his cock
-this causes his whines to pick up and turn into loud moans, his hips rutting into your lap more desperately as he wraps his arms around your neck holding you close. You press the vibrator to the tip of his cock and your other hand moves to his hip squeezing the plush skin before venturing to the swell of his ass giving it a teasing slap feeling it jiggle in your hold you can't help but chuckle "So pretty baby, such cute noises and you're behaving so well for me aren't you sweetheart?" you pull your lips away from his now sensitive neck and pepper kisses to his plush cheek causing him to whine at the loss of attention to his neck
-"Stop it, you're gonna make me blush, it's embarrassing, please don't stop, fuck it feels so good" when you bring your hand back to his cock and start pumping quickly he lets out a gasp throwing his head back grinding more frantically chasing his orgasm, you clutch the vibrator between three fingers and grip his cock pumping him quickly your now free hand gripping his waist guiding him as he thrusts into your hand
-he's basically riding you at this point his head thrown back and hands gripping the arms of your chair as you guide him up and down on your lap "Fuck Jisungie, you're doing so good for me baby, riding me so well baby" your words come out in a groan as he bounces in your lap desperately, "Ah! I'm so close oh fuck! I need more please!" feeling him getting close you move the vibrator to press firmly against his tip and your free hand reaches up tugging his hair causing his head to fall back and all of a sudden he lets out a shout tensing up in your lap when white ribbons of cum shoot out of his red twitching cock
-you remove the vibrator and let him come down from his high before wrapping your arms around his waist causing him to hunch forward and burrow his head into your shoulder letting out gentle pants against the skin of your neck
-"You did so well baby, such a good boy for me Sungie, you feeling ok?" you rub his back and stroke his hair, placing soft kisses to his cheek and temple "I feel amazing, just a little...spaced out I guess?" he mumbles into your neck nuzzling further into your neck placing his own kisses to your neck, you smile and nod "That's ok baby, you're just coming down from your high, I suppose you want to go sleep now don't you baby?" you feel him nod and somehow muster the strength to pick him up and carry him to bed where you both promptly take a nap
-Surprisingly Felix was the one to bring it up, you were laying in bed when he walks in with his hands behind his back and a bright flush on his cheeks and he nervously approaches you, you put your phone down to give him your full attention "What are you up to baby?" smiling you hold your hand out for him to hold as he gets onto the bed with you, he smiles bashfully and looks everywhere but your eyes "I may have bought something for us to use, well more for you to use on me" he shuffles closer to you still sitting up right he presents the item that was hidden behind his back, it was a smooth sleek baby pink bullet vibrator
-your eyes widen and you look up at him already feeling heat surge in your stomach at the idea of it, you adjust yourself so you're propped up against the large fluffy pillows and you bring your hand to his smooth thigh stroking the skin softly "What were you thinking angel? Want me to tease you with it until you're begging for me to let you cum?"
-his face flushes and his thighs rub together as he covers his face in embarrassment, but he nods and hands it to you. Not long after you are still propped up against the headboard with Felix laying back against your chest, his shorts and boxers gone he's only in your hoodie now as he moans into your neck gripping your wrist when you tease the tip of his pretty pink cock.
-Your free hand holds his waist gently stroking the soft skin before slipping under the hoodie and rubbing slow circles onto his stomach feeling it rise and fall against your touch "You're so good for me Lixie, such a good boy for me baby" your lips nibble his ear cooing at the flushed tips of the freckled ear, your other hand is trailing the vibrator up and down his cock causing it to twitch and bob at your actions
-he lets out the most pretty moans and whines as you move the vibrator his head tucked into your neck "I'm your good boy, aren't I? I-ah! Shit, I'm so good, uh! It feels so g-good!" His legs tremble against yours as he fights to keep them open for you, his chest heaving as your hand slides up to his pecs circling his dusty pink nipples in slow teasing circles, his chest arches into your touch and his eyes roll back at the constant stimulation high pitched whines escaping his lips as his head falls against your shoulder
-you drag the vibrator lower circling it around his balls a couple times before risking to move it lower now circling him rim, his reaction is overwhelming, his back arches off your chest and his jaw drops as a gasp is punched out of him, his hands tightening his grip on your wrist to an almost painful level but you don't stop, you continue circling his rim pressing gently but never entering
-you whisper sweetly into his ear peppering kisses to his jaw and neck, your hand slides back down from his chest to his leaking red cock and start stroking him quickly suddenly jolting him out of his calm blissed state, his head snapping up to look down at your hand stroking quickly and your hand with the vibrator now circling his tip
-"You've been such a good boy baby, you wanna cum for me sweetheart? You're so pretty for me, so good for me" you pepper kisses to his freckled shoulder his body tensing as he feels his release creeping closer "Ah! Yes! I wanna cum mummy, please I'm so close, it feels so good!" his voice is whiny and suddenly he gasps and his head falls back his eyes screwed shut as he cums hard shooting up onto his stomach
-when his orgasm stops you teasingly stroke the vibrator around his tip but pull it away quickly when he whines and curls into your neck, you wipe him down and hand him a glass of water making sure he drinks at least half of the glass before pulling up the covers and holding him close his head tucked into your chest and your arms wrapped around his back stroking softly ad he slips into a peaceful sleep
-you're both curled up on the couch not paying attention to the movie playing in the background as your hand slips under the blanket at first just resting on his thigh before slowly making its way to his growing bugle, you turn your head to whisper into his ear "Do you wanna try the new toy we bought baby? I wanna make you feel good" Your free hand rubs his shoulder soothingly your hand coming up to the back of his neck to tease and stroke his ear.
-you feel him shiver at your touches and he nods pretending to act calm and collected and you can't help but smirk, you shift slightly and reach into your pocket and pull out the vibrator, you were hoping that the evening took this turn. keeping him tucked to your side you dip your hand down under the blanket and under his sweats stroking him slowly, he tilts his head to rest on your shoulder letting out little whimpers at your soft touch on his cock when you suddenly introduce the vibrator into the mix
-he gasps and twitches slightly, shifting in your hold he whimpers into your neck clutching onto your shirt tightly, you shush him softly peppering kisses along his forehead as far as you can reach. When you and Seungmin had nights like this he always ended up feeling really soft and fuzzy with you, something that wasn't overly common so you cherished it whenever it happened, which also leads to him being more sensitive when things got intimate
-as you drag the vibrator along his cock you feel him arch slightly, his body chasing the sensation "More please, it feels so good, ah-fuck" you smile softly and speed up the motions of the vibrator, sliding it quicker over his cock you other hand now stroking the back of his neck, fingers trailing into his hair gently scratching his scalp, "That feel nice baby? You like me taking care of you? Making you feel nice and fuzzy" your voice is soft against the top of his head as you move the vibrator to the base of his twitching cock rotating it in small circles causing him to gasp his back arching off your body and lets out a shaky whimper as he exhales
-he nods moaning into your neck, your hand in his hair cups his jaw and lifts hid head to meet your gaze, his eyes gloss and hazy, lips glossy from him licking them and his cheeks flushed a pretty rosy pink "You're so beautiful baby, so beautiful aren't you puppy?" he whines his eyes closing but you plant a kiss to his plush lips, his whines slipping out "Feels so good, I'm close can I cum? Please I need to cum" he mumbles against your lips his words slurring as he gets closer to he edge.
-you coo and nod whispering sweet praises as your hand presses the vibrator firmer against his cock and your other hand slips to the base of his neck squeezing so gently causing him to tense up and his eyes roll back, his hands gripping your wrist so tightly and then it hits him, his orgasm hits him hard and his head falls back completely resting on your shoulder his shoulders shuddering at the aftershock
-you hold him close peppering kisses to his neck, your hand makes its way to his torso rubbing gently "That's a good puppy, you did so well for me baby" you wipe him up as best as you can before he curls into your lap dozing off instantly
-Your relationship was still new and so was certain parts of your sex life, still finding out what each other likes and dislikes. but Jeongin was curious about the bullet vibrator he found packaged in your shared wardrobe, having not really experimented with anything like this before he planned to try it out one day that he was free
-which leads us to Jeongin alone in your bedroom wearing one of your hoodies that he stole with his bottoms off as he gently trails the vibrator across his inner thighs, working up to touch his cock with it, he's in such a comfy safe headspace that he feels himself getting fuzzy as he trails his fingers along his toned stomach, slowly trailing up to his chest but not ever touching his nipples, making himself whine screwing his eyes shut and arching into his own touch
-he eventually brings the vibrator to the base of his cock and his head drops back onto the pillows letting out a silent moan, his chest heaving as he moves the vibrator across his cock moving it back and forth across his leaking tip, he hand on his chest moves to the pillows gripping it tightly as he grinds up into the feeling of the vibrator, his thighs trembling at the mind numbing sensation as he tries to keep his legs open
-the entire time he's touching himself he's imagining your hands on him instead of his, your warm large hands stroking his chest, your long fingers running up and down his inner thigh refusing to touch him where he crave it most, your hand guiding the vibrator across his drooling cock
-it seemed like you new he was thinking about you as not long later you make your way into the bedroom having heard some inviting noises and are met with a beautiful sight, your gorgeous boyfriend sprawled across your bed his head thrown back and his yes screwed shut and his hand runs the vibrator that you had bought for the two of you to use now circling his tip, his long slender legs tremble as he keeps them open
-you silently approach and sit down beside him your hand coming to push his hair out of the way of his face causing him to jolt slightly, his eyes shoot open and you shush him gently, slowly rubbing his chest and stomach "It's just me baby, I see someone got lonely hmm?" your voice is warm and reassuring as your hand slides down to his taking the vibrator from his grasp and continuing the motions bringing it to the base of his cock and occasionally circling it over his balls
-he lets out a gasp and reaches up to grab your arm his head dropping to see your hand moving along his cock "Ah! I j-just got curious, it feels so good, please keep going!" you press kisses to his sweaty face and pull up his hoodie your lips trailing to his flushed chest, peppering kisses to the strong soft pecs you suck gently leaving red marks as you move to his nipples, swirling your tongue across the perky bud
-He was already close to the edge before you arrived but now he feels like he's seconds away from cumming at the feeling of your warm mouth around his sensitive chest. You mumble words of reassurance and praise as you continue your attack on his chest, starting to nip the soft skin of his pec his body starts twitching and his hips rut up into your hand, you trail the vibrator down to his balls and press firmly whilst also nipping at the sensitive bud of his nipple
-he lets out a long groan, his voice going high as his orgasm hits him hard, his legs slam shut around your hand pinning the vibrator to his balls and his hands come up to cover his face at the overwhelming sensation, you lift your lips off his chest and nudge your way past his hands and kiss him long and deeply, swallowing his moans as you slowly pull the vibrator away and put it down, instead opting to stroke his heaving stomach
-"There you go Innie that's you baby, you coming back down to me now love?" you press your lips against his cheek nuzzling your nose against the flushed skin, he lets out a long sigh and turns his head to face you, bumping your noses together "I feel so good, I feel kinda floaty, I don't wanna get up to clean, I'm too sleepy" you chuckle at his words and lean over grabbing wipes, cleaning him the best you could you pull the hoodie down to cover him up more and pull up the covers turning him round in your hold so you are holding him from behind "Get some sleep baby, you must be exhausted" he lets out a tired hum and before you know it he's fully asleep
Praise Kink! It's very much known that this baby has some bad anxiety issues. So constant praises are a must. It doesn't even have to be sexual for him to start slipping into subspace. Tell him how much of a nice, sweet boy he is and he'll melt into a puddle. Lean over him and whisper into his ear how good he is for as you rub your wet cunt against his cock and he'll be so deep into subspace; he'll be floating for hours.
Hypnosis! Another kink that greatly helps with his nervous thoughts. After a long day all he wants nothing more than to make his mind go blank. What better way to do that than to control it yourself? Whenever you see him fidget with his hands or picking at his skin, rub your thumb over his palm and whisper commands into his ear. He'll slowly start to space out. Only focusing on your touch and words. Weirdly, it's very therapeutic for him.
Monsterfucking! This is definitely a kink he developed from watching too much hentai. After discovering his heavy need of wanting to get fucked by a tentacle monster, he immediately started collecting Bad Dragon toys. At first it was just a new one every other month. But now he gets a new every week. From dildo to fleshlights. From vibrators to squirters. He has it all. He always begging you to use his toys on him until he's a crying mess.
Messy Sex! Speaking of messy. Babyboy loves getting filthy. I mean completely covered in each other's fluids. Tears, spit, cum, squirt and even piss. Make him cry. Spit in his mouth. Make him gag all over one of his toys. Squirt on his face. Fuck him while he has a full bladder. It's so absolutely disgusting and yet it feels so good. After the first time you two got the bed drenched, you made sure to invest in some super absorption blankets (and a new mattress).
Breeding Kink! Once again, a kink he developed from the world of fiction. No this is not one of those typical 'man wants make a woman bear his children' breeding kink. No! This man wants you to defy all means of biology and knock him up. Full on some omegaverse shit. Pretty please, fuck with a squirting dildo and tell him how pretty he'll look with a full belly of your pups. Once he's out of subspace he gets so fucking embarrassed about it.
