in which you stumble upon the interesting story your quiet friend wrote about you, and you’re not… weirded out?
wc: 2.4k
tags: jeongin x f!reader. he’s pervy in a cute way, you’re open minded. subby innie bc it’s by me. male masturbation, handjob, climax control, he cums alot
note: for my lovely nonnie <3 everyone else, enjoy ig…
jeongin darted to the bathroom so quick you were worried he might have shit himself.
granted, you did just… impose on the man’s personal time. as soon as he opened the door for you, you could tell he’d been in the middle of something, and hadn’t expected for you to show up so soon after he texted that he was free to hang.
you probably should’ve given the message more than just a few minutes before heading over to his place, but you’ve been bored out of your mind and jeongin was the very first person to text you back.
jeongin is a good friend. you first met him through your shared class as the quiet, smiley boy who sits at the back of the lecture hall. he even tutored you briefly before you figured out you had the same friends and started spending time with each other more casually.
you’re no stranger to one-on-one time with jeongin — as your friendship started with him literally tutoring you in the library corner — and you’ve been inside his house briefly when dropping by with other friends before, but you haven’t just… invited yourself over like this.
you’re not offended that he was a bundle of nerves after letting you in, and less so about the fact he suddenly excused himself once you were situated in his room. if he won’t judge you for being so desperate to hang out with anyone, you certainly won’t judge him for being unprepared.
in the quiet, your gaze sweeps over his bedroom: his band posters, some stray dumbbells, a pile of clothes that were kicked to the corner in a hurry. you drift over to his desk and plop down into his gaming chair. you shake the mouse, surprised when his computer turns on and opens up to his browser, in… incognito mode. riiight.
jeongin’s one of those people who have a habit of forgetting to close their tabs, so you mindlessly read through the stack. it’s mostly just school stuff with some random youtube videos thrown in there, which is why the interestingly titled google doc goes unnoticed until you read through the tabs a second time.
girl, you’re my hallucination.
well alright. call you a bad person but you’re curious.
you click on it without thinking too much, and you….um, instantly read your own fucking name?
you’re too shellshocked to read the massive wall of text thoroughly, but you’ve skimmed enough as your eyes frantically dart over the screen to know exactly what this is.
it’s jeongin’s most sacred thoughts in words, his filthiest desires confessed in a little google doc. and it’s all. about. you.
you’re like the wind: stirring me up and then vanishing without a trace. i beg for you to appear before my eyes, even if it’s just a dream. hurry, hurry. come in and show me. kiss me until i’m breathless. take my lips between your teeth, your tongue into my throat. leave my neck with bruises — from your mouth, or from your hands. hurt me with a smile and i’ll know it’s real. touch me like ...
“shit!”
you were too engrossed in his homemade erotica novel to hear the door creak open when he stepped in. jeongin’s fussing about behind you, having recognised what you’re knee-deep in reading. he crosses the room hurriedly, intending to shut his pc off by the power button, but he stops just short of the chair in case you might get up and slap him for it.
you swivel the chair to face the nervous wreck of a boy. “woah. didn’t know you were a freak like that, jeongin.”
“please, i—” he covers his beet-red face in his hands, sounding like he’s on the verge of tears. “i’m so sorry. i’m disgusting. please, just let me delete it—”
“what? i didn’t say any of that.” you tell him matter-of-factly. that gets him to spread his fingers and peak at you through the gap. “i’m flattered, actually. you have a way with words.”
jeongin lets out a pained groan, and your lip twitches into a smirk.
“but, y’know, you could’ve just asked me.”
“….ask what?”
you narrow your eyes at him like he’s not understanding the most obvious answer in the world.
you nod to the computer, the doc still open and bright on the screen. “to give you the real thing? duh.”
✦⠀
“so, are you gonna do this hands free or..”
“be quiet.” jeongin murmurs through the hand half-shielding his blushing face. “this is embarrassing.”
his cock seems indifferent: standing upright, pre beading at the tip, skin flushed even redder than his face.
his other hand grips his thigh, too shy to reach for himself under your heavy stare. this is what he asked for, though.
after he realised you weren’t playing a cruel trick on him, and that you actually were attracted to him and willing to grant his dirty wishes true… jeongin had insisted he just touch himself in front of you.
it’s what he was doing anyways before you turned up on his doorstep, like, five minutes after he said he was free.
jeongin’s got chronic boner syndrome whenever he finds himself alone with you. at least back in the library when he’d tutor you, the table could shield everything his body was screaming that it wanted. unfortunately, now he must tug one out before seeing you, or else he’ll pop a rager mid-hangout.
and that’s what was in fact happening when he lead you into his room and watched you sit on his bed, like he wasn’t picturing bending you over said bed five minutes ago. he then made a quick break for the bathroom, and literally talked his boner down before returning to you.
after the most humiliating and humbling moment of his life, that brings him to now: pants down and cock up, sitting across from a very beautiful and impatient audience on his bed.
jeongin knew he’d bust the second your fingers even grazed him. so, instead of making an even bigger fool of himself with his years-long hallway crush turned close friend, this will have to do.
jeongin watches you sit up a little straighter when his hand moves to grip himself. he winces slightly — he’s already so goddamn hard, even after all his prior efforts in the bathroom to force his boner down.
he gathers all the slick on his head before sliding his fist down his length, biting his lower lip to muffle the noises threatening to spill. it feels embarrassingly too good with you watching him like this.
he strokes himself almost lazily before you speak up: “jeongin, stop acting coy with me. show me how you actually like it.”
damn, busted.
his hand stills at the base, and he looks like he’s spacing out before you realise he’s actually just staring at your tits.
you arch a brow. “do you still think i’m going to judge you? now? i won’t.”
he nods, meek. “…okay.”
twisting his wrist, jeongin brings his fist back up; coughing on a moan from just how much better it feels with you here. he starts to jerk himself off properly, like how he usually does with your face behind his eyelids. except they’re wide open and your face is right there — your eyes fixed on how he cranks his fist and grips himself like a vice.
it looks like it must hurt, and it probably would if he was dry, but he’s spilling so much pre over his knuckles that each stroke is punctuated with a loud squelch. not to mention his steady stream of whimpers and whines, the teeth biting a chunk out of his lip doing nothing to deter his body’s urge to let you hear how good he feels.
a little too good, you realise when his hips start jolting. he’s going to cum. you don’t want this to end so soon.
“wait,” you say, just speaking out loud without thinking, and jeongin does. his hand completely halts just before his tip, cock throbbing violently between his fingers as he just keeps squeezing. you’re taken aback at how he just sits there, humming needily while waiting for your next word; cock bright red with how he’s strangling it to not cum just yet.
your lip curls, and you’re curious just how far you can take this. he basically spelled out his kinks for you in that little google doc after all, so you know he’s not about to start complaining.
“how close?”
“right there.” he grits out breathlessly.
you nod, pleased. “good. not yet.”
his mouth turns to a little pout, and your smile grows even wider.
“pretty sure i read in writing that you liked this kind of thing.”
he groans, half from how fucking close he is and half from the embarrassment chipping away at his last shred of dignity. “please stop reminding me.”
you watch the effect of your words in real time as a fresh drop of pre spills from the tip and catches on his lithe fingers. you lick your lips subconsciously, wanting so badly to taste him — and his cock pulses at your tongue darting over your lips.
“keep going.” you tell him, and he does.
his eyes fix on your mouth as he jerks himself off: how your lips part ever so slightly as you watch, your tongue just behind your teeth in a grin.
his freehand comes down as his eyes flutter shut, using his pointer and middle finger to rub at his tip while imagining it’s your tongue instead — his other hand fucking himself so fast he can’t feel his wrist.
jeongin’s eyes fly open when he feels the soft pads of your fingers pressed to his tip. his hands stutter, and he can only watch as you replace the fingers on his tip with your own.
“keep going.” you tell him, and he tries.
instead of just his two fingers, it’s all of yours rubbing his tip as he jerks the rest of his length off. you even close your hand to rub him with your palm, and that’s nearly his undoing.
he lets out a loud, helpless noise and you remind him to hold it. if he thought he was going to cry when you confronted him for his stupid ass fanfiction, then he’s sure he might just sob now.
yet still, he gets out a nod, and every nerve end is on fire as he forces his orgasm down at your command. you even hold your thumb to his frenulum for extra measure, and god fucking damn does it hurt so good.
the little pleading noises leaving his mouth just spur you on and on. you really are a bad person, because you could do this for hours — getting him on the verge of toppling off the ledge just to pull him back again.
you gently pry off the hand he’s got wrapped around his length, before replacing it with your own again. you clench your hand to imitate just how tight he was gripping himself, and jeongin keels over with a moan.
you don’t give him enough time to recover before you bring your fist up, just to slam it back down and repeat the action. you’re moving only half as fast as he was, but it’s got him double fucked up just because it’s you.
his shaky hands find your legs as your fist fucks him; just gently kneading to keep himself grounded, maybe also to check that you’re real.
his stomach starts to flex as the hot coil inside him threatens to snap. deliriously, he bucks his hips in time with your hand — moaning out at the softness, the unfamiliar ridges of a hand that isn’t his own.
you’re just as quick to pull away. jeongin lets out something like a sob, cock bobbing and veins pulsing desperately.
he’s horny out of his fucking body and brain right now. you’ve really got no idea how deep his attraction for you runs, because all it takes is one glance at your satisfied smirk and his hands are pressing down on your thighs; hips bucking up into thin air, seeking the friction of absolutely anything. and just because you’re right there, it’s enough to have his orgasm slam into him.
you’re taken aback when the first spurt of cum hits the skin of your legs, just by the fact he came untouched. you catch his cock to jerk him off through it, and jeongin has so much to give. he just keeps on cumming. his head drops to your shoulder as he moans through it, the sheen of sweat from his forehead dampening your shirt.
he rocks his hips to meet each messy drag of your wrist. he’s heaving at your ear, and you almost think it’s over until the hot liquid shoots out for a second time. your arm burns, but you refuse to stop until he does.
his cum reduces to just dribbling over your knuckles by the time he’s spent. just to be sure, you rub your thumb over his tip, and jeongin lets out the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard. he weakly tries to pull away from your hand, sensitive beyond belief, and you grant him some mercy when you let go.
when he finally catches his breath and raises his head from your shoulder, he wipes at his mouth — and you realise it wasn’t just sweat but drool making your shirt wet.
you giggle. jeongin looks like his eyes are blinking out of sync from just how hard he came.
“erh, sorry. that was so not sexy.” he grimaces.
“i beg to differ.” you press a kiss to his nose, and he cracks that dimpled smile you’ve grown to adore. “i’m insanely wet.”
he huffs out a laugh. “ah, you’re evil. trying to kill me.”
“that good?”
“i’ve never came twice in a row like that.” oh, wow. so that’s what that was. “just, uh, give me a minute. i won’t leave you hanging, i promise. i just need to recover before number three…”
you smirk, pouncing on jeongin. he falls back on the bed while you hover on top of him. “what makes you think you’ll cum again?”
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.
I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated ♡
LOVE LETTER — 001: "You said to knock, but curiosity is a terrible thing to fight."
TEARS RUN DOWN MY THIGHS !
Or: Han jisung buys a new toy, decides to use said toy, but has no idea that his roommate will be coming home early which leads to.... problems.
Fic includes: nerd!sung, smut, sub!han, toy usage, overstim, fem!reader, dubcon (if you squint maybe..), subspace, swearing, han jisung is LOUD and rambly, oral (m receiving), reader helps jisung jerk off, usage of "baby," (directed at Jisung), mommy kink, roommates to lovers(?)
Wc: 2.9k (Wowie!!)
Jiji notes: this is my first ever fic yippee!! This is inspired by one chinese post I saw on twitter HAHAHA so big credit to them. Reblogs, comments, and likes are very well-appreciated. Enjoy reading !!
To say Han Jisung was excited would be the understatement of the century.
After the most brutal couple of weeks he'd had at university, he thought he deserved a little treat for himself. Between tutoring his juniors, submitting requirements on time, acing tests and surprise quizzes, and—most importantly—finishing that godforsaken coding sheet Chan wanted for a robotics competition, he'd earned it.
Point is, Han Jisung was tired.
He also hadn't had much time to indulge himself lately, especially since you'd become his roommate.
Now, don't get him wrong—you were helpful, funny, and always willing to listen to his ramblings about music production and beat-making and whatever became his favorite fixation at the moment. You'd even sit through entire anime marathons with him.
But, God, you seriously needed to learn how to knock.
There had been far too many incidents of you barging in while he was changing or in the middle of an online class. And those were just the first few examples that came to mind.
So when he decided to buy a toy to indulge in himself and his needs exploring more of kinks too, he made sure to lock his door and told you he was doing something 'important' so you wouldn't disturb him.
And that brings him to today. He'd been buzzing with anticipation all day, constantly tracking the package and checking whether it was already out for delivery that Changbin even joked he must have a girlfriend blowing up his phone lately with texts to get him to be glued 24/7 to his phone. Meanwhile Jisung just rolled his eyes and kept insisting it was not a girlfriend and just a "simple package".
And when he finally got that rewarding notification that his package had been delivered, it immediately made him ecstatic, especially after such a long excruciating day. He practically sprinted home, leaving Changbin and Chan standing there in confusion to eat up all the dust from how fast he had been running.
When he was finally at the doorstep of your shared apartment, he immediately picked up the box and practically tripped over his feet opening the door, toeing off his shoes at the entryway and tearing into the package impatiently.
He was wondering at first why the apartment was so dark and quiet, but he remembered you were out for an after-class club or something along those lines, and, he thought to himself as being incredibly lucky right now, he can finally relax without any interruptions!
He wasted absolutely no time heading to his room.
Dropping his bag beside his desk, he sat down and opened the package. Excitement buzzed through him as he examined its contents. His jacket and pants were quickly discarded onto a nearby chair, leaving him in a simple white tee and his boxers, and he finally allowed himself a moment to relax after the long day.
"Okay... let's see what you can do..." Jisung murmurs, unboxing the item and inspecting it. The toy was a bullet stroker, or that's what it said on the box. He checks the information on its little manual "Sucking sensation.... helps with jerking off... wow, it really does everything huh?" He jokes, murmuring while he reads the rest. And embarrassingly, the thought of using it already got him hard in his boxers, some pre already leaking, darkening his boxers further.
Shimmying out of his boxers and propping his pillow upright to support his back when he'd lean on the headboard, Jisung finally let himself enjoy his new toy. Of course, he cleaned it up before use.
"Okay, let's see you in action then," Jisung concludes, grabbing some of his favorite strawberry-flavored lube from his bedside drawer, opening its cap with a distinct 'click!' that reverberated throughout the small space. He squirts it all over his very hard and erect cock as well as the toy, the cold liquid making him hiss a little as he slowly inserts it, wincing at the squelch that made him shiver.
He lets himself be familiar with the sensation first. It was warm thanks to the heat of his skin and the lube that was quick to warm up. It almost felt jelly-like and tight, hugging his cock tight once he started to move his hand a little
He slides the toy over the head of his penis, eyes shutting tight at the sensation, a shaky groan leaving his lips as he moves it in a slow up-down-up-down motion to spread the moisture. The toy gripped him like a vice, like a suction feeling that didn't want to let him go, a tight slide when he flicked his wrist again to build a steady pace.
Jisung's hands paw around at the bed, looking for the remote that came with it, fumbling for that little item, opening his eyes with effort as he presses the "on" button.
Once the vibration starts, Jisung's hips jerk up into the toy in surprise, “O-oh! Shit–! That's– haha that's pretty– hngk s-strong!” He whimpers, a heavy buzz at first, but once he pressed it firmly against his skin, it quickly turned to a soft, quiet hum, filling the room along with the soft squelches of the toy gliding when he moved his hand.
His fingers pressed the button again, a steady hum that was a little stronger than before. He starts to slide down the bed more, tummy tensing as loud moans leave his swollen lips, not deciding to even be quiet since technically he is alone at the moment
A particularly louder whimper steals his breath when he presses the toy against the underside of his cock, toes curling at the sensations. "F–fuck! 's good..." he breathes out, eyes half-lidded.
It went on like this for longer. He was progressively getting louder and louder the more he let himself succumb to the sensations, His breaths turning to ragged, shallow gasps. The wet slaps of the lube intensify as he finally starts to stroke the vibrating sleeve up and down in a frantic, desperate rhythm. (When had he even stopped moving his hand?)
His fingers tightened around the remote, fingers slipping as he pressed the button to turn it to his highest setting, a choked-out whine being punched out of his lungs
"O-oh my go–angh! Go-d!.. T-Too much–!" Jisung's voice pitches higher and higher once he starts getting closer to his orgasm, two hands clutching the toy as the wet slaps of the toy intensify once he starts fucking his hips up into it harder and harder.
The buzzing grew intense, his thighs started to quiver as he felt like his brain was leaking out of his ears. The sensations all the more felt like his blood was turning to liquid heat, rushing under his skin. “ 'm close– ngah! Gon–na c-cum!" He announces to no one, hips chasing after the pleasure almost frantically
But just as he was about to completely tip over the edge, he suddenly heard his bedroom door open. Your voice immediately fills the room, and he squeaks, pulling his hands away, and clamping his legs shut, pulling his blanket further up his chest. "J–jeez what the hell!!" He yells, flustered.
"Sorry! Sorry!" You apologize, fully entering his room now. You assumed he'd just been resting, but seeing that he's shirtless, maybe he just came back from the shower, and it was another one of those 'I almost walked into him changing again' moments.
You shut the door behind you, the 'click!' His door felt like a doom bell in Jisung's head because suddenly you started to.... chat with him?!
"Okay, I just HAD to get this out before I forget, listen— remember Ji-a from my biology class? Yeah, like the one that told me I've been stealing her things when I clearly HADN'T? Yeah– guess what she did today!" You kept rambling on and on, your hands completely expressing what you were trying to convey, your brows furrowing at whatever gossip you were telling him.
And while usually, Jisung would listen and be completely invested in whatever you said, all the words you spewed out felt like a buzz in his head. Because he had been so scared of you coming in to see him that he quickly covered himself with his blanket, he forgot to turn off his toy.
Which meant that right now, while you're babbling on and on about something he usually would've cared about, he can't bring himself to actually listen because his cock was leaking, the toy still hugging it tight while it kept vibrating on his most sensitive spots. His thighs tensing, his vision blurring with tears he kept trying to blink back.
His knuckles went white with how tight he clutched his blanket, small shaky hums, and "To-Totally!" Left his lips. He pinched his arm, trying to direct his head into something other than the overwhelming feeling of his orgasm getting closer and closer.
Though much to his horror, his body couldn't contain all this pleasure anymore and before he knew it, he's cumming and oh– he's cumming so so much that he felt floaty and lightheaded. He shut his eyes, desperately trying to fight back a moan, his lips bitten harsh enough to draw blood and the metallic tang floods his taste buds.
“Sung? Sungie– Hey??? Are you listening?” He hears you, though it starts to sound like he's underwater, your voice distant. He was still panting, chest heaving from the brutal and soul-sucking climax, the toy still vibrating on his dick. He didn't register it, but you stepped closer in confusion, tapping his thigh with much force which immediately sent him further as his entire body violently jerked, squirting all over as the blankets started to darken from the stain. His eyes rolled back, back arching once the second orgasm was pulled out of his oversensitive body.
“Jisung…? Did you just–” You murmur in disbelief, watching as he desperately tries to screw his eyes open, his eyes wide like saucers, pupils dilated as his tongue was practically rolling out of his mouth, drool starting to slip. He whimpers, the feeling of fear creeping in as he tries to pull back from you, creating some distance although his movements were clumsy.
“ 'm s-sorry I'm sorry–" a moan cuts him off. The apologies tumbling out of his mouth blurring to begs. "T–turn it o– ogkh–! Fuck! Off! Turn it off please, please, please!” He begs, a helpless, broken whimper caught in his throat as his thighs begin to shake uncontrollably all over again. He couldn't hold back anymore, his arm was all bruised up from trying to pinch himself quiet to no effort as he writhes on the bed. Meanwhile, you, who had been standing frozen in shock, snapped out of your haze at watching your roommate literally fall apart all from a toy that you could finally hear the buzzing of once you stopped talking.
You fumbled around the bed, fingers coming into contact with smooth plastic and you pressed the button, the incessant buzzing of the toy finally shut off leaving Jisung shivering and half-ruined, softly whining at the loss of pleasure as he pants, shaking fingers finally pulling away the toy from his swollen cock.
“hey, hey, sungie?” You kneel, the mattress dipping under your weight as Jisung subtly nods his head in reply. You quickly noticed his eyes were half-closed, glazed over, and his legs were trembling so violently the mattress shook “Hey… are you okay?” You cooed softly, voice laced with concern. Meanwhile, Jisung didn't even answer, just letting out a fractured, breathless whine while he stares blankly at the ceiling
Worried, You leaned over and placed your palm flat against Jisung's inner thigh to try and steady his shaking leg. But the instant her warm skin met his, his entire spine arched off the bed. A sharp, incredibly loud gasp tore from his throat, his fingers instantly clawing into the bedsheets. He wasn't pushing you away—his hips instinctively twitched upward, helplessly chasing the heat of your hand.
“Nghk–! Too much!” He moans. You froze, your heart hammering against your ribs as you realized just how incredibly raw and responsive he was.
Jisung looks up at you, eyes completely unfocused, silently begging for more but unable to form a single word. His throat clicked as he tried to swallow. The sheer vulnerability of his state sent a heavy, electric jolt straight to your stomach. And just as much your logical mind would go against it, you felt yourself getting wet under your skirt. The boundary was gone.
You didn't pull your hand back; instead, you slowly slid your palm higher and higher, tracing the fever-hot skin of his thigh until your fingers brushed against him. "You're so sensitive," you whispered, Jisung's breath hitched while your voice trembled. "Let me help you.”
You leaned down, your lips brushing against his hyper-sensitive skin before you finally took him into the melting warmth of your waiting mouth. The contrast to the cold plastic toy was too much. He let out a loud, cracked sob, his hands flying up to grip your hair, fingers tight begging to just hold onto something stable while his world spun. It sent a shiver across your skin once he tugs, making you moan against his cock
You started with small kitten licks to the head of his cock, then swirled your tongue over the wet head of his length, hearing him instantly start to unravel out loud. "Oh god, o-oh! fuck!, it's too warm, you're too warm," he babbled, his voice raw and frantic. "Please—fuck, I can't think, my head is spinning, everything is spinning…” Jisung moans, head hitting the pillow as he vocalises every feeling coursing through his veins once he starts to get close again.
Seeing him right on the ragged edge, you pulled back, shaking his grip on your head away, replacing your mouth with the slick, tight grip of your palm. You stroked him fast—much easier with his previous two orgasms—using his own slick moisture, looking right up at his glazed eyes.
"Look at you," you murmured, pumping him steadily. "You're doing so well for me, baby. You look so beautiful unraveling f'me." The praise sent an electric jolt straight to Jisung's core, shattering whatever tiny bit of control he (surprisingly) had left.
He didn't just groan; he started loudly rambling in a desperate, unfiltered loop as the third climax was hitting him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mommy, it's so good, fuck, you're so good to me, please don't stop—fuck, it's close! It's coming—" His thighs convulsed violently as he wails.
His fingers clawed at the sheets, bunching the fabric into balls as he clenched his fists “gonna cum– mommy please I'm gonna— gonna cum—” loud ah ah ah's left his lips as he arched his back, hips stuttering as he thrusted up into your tight warm hand, mind so torn between pulling away and wanting more.
And at once, a sudden powerful spray of clear, watery fluid gushed over your hand. He kept crying out, eyes rolling and back bowing in a beautiful arch off the bed, his voice cracking into breathless, repetitive whimpers long after the fluid stopped, completely spent and entirely yours. He slumps back down the mattress, the powerful waves finally subsided, leaving the room quiet except for the ragged sound of his wet, broken pants.
He lay completely flat, chest heaving, his fingers still weakly tangled in the bedsheets. You didn't pull away. Instead, you crawled further up the mattress, the bed dipping as you hovered over his shivering frame.
His eyes were still glazed, pupils blown wide as he stared blankly up at you, his lower jaw slack. "Look at me, Sungie," you cooed softly, your hand coming up to gently cup his flushed, sweaty cheek. He let out a weak whimper at the contact, his head automatically tilting into your palm.
You leaned down, your lips catching his breath before you pressed your mouth firmly against his. The kiss was immediate, heavy, and sloppy. You slid your tongue past his parted lips, tasting the unmistakable, sharp tang of his own spent fluids mixed with your saliva. The sheer intimacy of it made Jisung let out a muffled, vibrating groan deep in his throat.
He didn't have the physical strength to hold you or push his hips up anymore, but his mouth eagerly, desperately chased yours, drinking you in like a lifeline. He was completely undone, his body still occasionally twitching beneath you from the aftershocks of the third round, but as you deeply turned the kiss, his frantic breathing finally began to slow. He was entirely safe in your hold, utterly ruined, and completely content just to melt into the mattress under your weight.
As you finally pulled back from the deep, lazy kiss, a thick thread of saliva stretched between your lips before breaking. Jisung lay beneath you looking like a thoroughly dazed, melted puddle, his eyes blinking slowly as the cognitive gears in his brain finally clanked back into place.
He stared at you, then down at the ruined, dark stain on his blanket, and then—horrifyingly—the memory of his own unfiltered mouth echoed in his ears. His eyes suddenly went wide as saucers, a furious, bright crimson blush exploding from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears.
"I... I called you... did.. I?? I did... oh my god," he choked out, burying his face entirely in his hands as a pathetic, muffled groan of pure embarrassment escaped him. You couldn't help but let out a soft, teasing chuckle, leaning down to plant a fond kiss right on his knuckles.
"Don't worry about it, roomie," you murmured playfully, brushing a stray piece of hair from his sweaty forehead. "But just so we're clear... you're definitely doing my laundry for next month.”
@hyvnesangel hi... haha... I was the new writer anon 💔💔 I hope you like it.. 😔😔 (I actually wrote this horny with 2 hours of sleep...)
💌 With love, Cupioyennie | Credit to bpdspain for borders!
summary: your a woman of business, you work hard and you work alone. but when felix becomes part of the equation, it’s hard not to splurge, even when he’s a brat.
warnings: SMUT, mommy kink, brat taming, pet play, pet names, swearing, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, degradation/praise
word count: 2.4k
based on an idea from @b2ngch2n hope this is what u were thinking of!
This little thing that you and Felix had going on wasn’t what most would describe as ideal. But for the two of you, it couldn’t have been more perfect.
You weren’t exactly the “committed relationship” type, never one to be locked into anything. Labels seemed more like a prison sentence than a golden ticket.
You were more proud of the independent business woman title you had built for yourself. You lived a rather lavish lifestyle, an abundance of money at your disposal 24/7. You were a well respected woman, what you say goes. You could request anything, and best believe one of your assistants would be on it in a second.
Last minute trip to Venice? Flights and hotels booked.
Appearance at a charity gala? Your dress is custom made, one of a kind, designer.
Anything was possible.
But if you were honest, there were still a few needs you had that simply were not being met. Something money couldn’t buy. Needs that you had tried to fulfill with your hands, dildos, and vibrators, yet to no avail.
Which is precisely why meeting Lee Felix was one of the best things that had ever happened to you.
Like you, Felix had a problem. A rather large problem considering what was in his pants.
And he wasn’t about to whore himself around to get a decent fuck. He was above that, and he knew it.
You can’t quite remember when this whole… thing, began.
It started out with weekly meetings. A bit of foreplay, light grazes in all the right places. Hearing the little sounds he couldn’t hold back was one of your favourite parts.
He always ended up begging, needy little thing. Whether he was on his knees tied up, exposed cock leaking down his length, or buried deep inside you and unable to move, the words strung out in barely coherent pleas.
“P-please hngh, need to-need to cum. So so so bad, pleeeease” he’d whine.
One day a week eventually turned into two. Two turned into three, and soon you realised how much you liked having him around. Not just fucking him, though of course you loved that, but in the quiet moments.
Seeing him in your sheets, sunlight filtering through the curtains onto his silken skin. Spending evenings together cooking and watching shitty tv shows. His presence in your life was comforting, and it became routine for him to spend weeks on end in your house.
It was late one night after work, you had spent extra hours at the office dealing with a particularly difficult client. The entire time all you could think about was getting home to Felix, and how painfully hard he must have been after a few suggestive photos of yourself may or may not have been sent to him.
So when you finally left the building, you headed straight to the jewellers to pick up that gorgeous silver tennis bracelet you had requested in between meetings.
On your way home you decided to make a few more spontaneous purchases for that pretty little thing waiting at home for you.
A pair of YSL sunglasses, a Birkin or two, a couple gold necklaces…
Oh and who could forget that stunning pink fur coat?
You raced home to find Felix draped over the couch, the outline of his aching cock clear in his boxers (which, mind you, was all he had on). Sweat painted his smooth skin from how much he had restrained himself. His eyes widened at the sight of the designer shopping bags placed before him.
He looked up at you then, the most sweet and clueless expression adorning his face.
“Had to reward my good boy, mommy’s sorry for being home so late” you cooed as you began to unbutton your silk shirt.
“I missed you, need you now” he mumbled before unclasping your bra hurriedly and latching his mouth onto your hardened nipples.
Your thighs settle on either side of his hips, effectively grinding down onto his bulge, causing him to whine on your skin.
“Ah ah ah, don’t you want to open your gifts first?” You asked, voice dripping with honey.
“But- ugh, I need you so bad” he whimpered.
You bought your hand to clutch his chin, forcing him to look back up at you.
“Cmon, you’ve been such a good boy for mommy, you want to cum, don’t you?”
“Yes! Yesyesyes, I’ll do anything.” He cried.
This would be fun.
You sat on the couch, looking out to the gorgeous city view before you. The sky was dark, but the stars shone bright. It would have been so perfect…
1:00AM.
Felix was meant to be home 2 hours ago?
Usually you wouldn’t waste a second on a man. But this particular occasion felt different. You wanted an explanation. You needed one.
Each tick of the clock felt like it was mocking you. The house was otherwise eerily silent. That was until you heard a click of the door.
Felix entered, and froze when he found you alone on the couch, he hadn’t expected you to wait up for him, even if part of him hoped you would.
“You’re late. Can you tell me what time it is Yongbok.”
He winced slightly at the sound of his Korean name being used.
“1:00”
“Correct. And can you tell me what time you said you’d be home?”
“11:00” he spoke as his gaze fell to the floor.
“Correct again. Where were you?”
He scoffed. Actually. Fucking. Scoffed.
“Why do I need to tell you?” He retorted.
You tilted your head in surprise. So that’s how he was going to play it. You chuckled as you stood and rounded the counter to pour yourself a glass of wine.
“You’re forgetting your place Felix. You wait for me. You’re the little puppy I come home to.” You teased.
You expected him to argue, to be embarrassed, to walk out without another word. So you were rather surprised when the only reaction you found was the growing tent in his pants.
“You like being a good little pup? Mommy’s puppy huh?” You moved towards him.
He tried to look away, to remain defiant, yet he couldn’t help but melt into your touch when you cupped his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut, partly annoyed that he was so turned on, partly relieved by the sensation of your hands on his skin.
Your palms travelled down his chest, smoothing out the fur of his jacket.
“You went out didn’t you? You went out, and you wore everything I bought you. You wanna know why?”
You began kissing down his neck ever so slowly, only stopping when you reached his collarbone. He sighed softly, you felt him relax under your touch, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye.
“Because deep down you know, you’re mine.”
You pulled him in, a kiss fuelled by so much frustration and pent up emotions, you needed a release. Your mouths fought for dominance, like he really had much of a chance at this point.
You gripped him through his pants before slowly stroking. He moaned into your mouth, hands grabbing at you, aimlessly trying to ground himself. It made you chuckle.
“Bet those sluts as the club couldn’t get you this fucking hard huh? Left me waiting here all this time, but you always come crawling back, don’t you?” You cooed.
The movement of your hand on his clothed cock grew faster until he was panting and bucking into your hand.
“P-please, I’m gonna c-cum” he whimpered.
You retracted your hand with a wicked grin, leaving him a whining mess as you walked back over to the couch.
He followed you, he always did.
You turned around before you could sit, he paused.
“On your knees” you spoke.
He sighed before slowly getting on the floor, crawling over to you. Usually you would have felt bad making him crawl with a hard-on, but this was a punishment after all?
He sat before you on his knees, looking up at you with those tantalising eyes of his.
“You’ve been a bad boy Felix, now mommy has a problem, and you’re going to help her fix it.”
You watched the twinkle in his eyes brighten at your words before they fell to your clothed pussy being exposed to him as you parted your legs.
He instantly reached forward to slide your panties down, but you stopped him with the heel of your red-bottoms.
“What’s my name?” You asked.
“Mommy” he exhaled.
“Tell me who you belong to”
“I’m all yours, I’m yours mommy”
“Good boy” you said as you slowly lowered your heel from his shoulder.
He crawled forward and wasted no time hiking your skirt up your thighs, and pulling your panties straight off.
He was drunk on your pussy, lapping at you relentlessly. You made him an offer he couldn’t refuse, and he was not about to disappoint.
He didn’t know why he went to the club that night. He never wanted to in the first place. From the moment rehearsal ended, all he could think about was getting home to you.
But when the other members offered, he saw an opportunity. An opportunity to rile you up, and end the night completely under your control. freak.
You were already so close so soon. You had been so pent up all evening just imagining how punishing Felix would play out, to be honest you were dripping at the mere thought of it. You came with a loud moan, gripping and pulling at his hair which only turned him on more.
You pulled his hair back, effectively prying him off your pussy. The way he looked up at you, dazed, desperate and oh so delicious.
“Bed. Now.”
The sultry, commanding tone in your voice had Felix beelining for your bedroom. He shed his pants and shirt. Goodness knows where his sunglasses and jacket ended up, he didn’t care.
You followed not far behind, kicking your heels off, pushing your skirt down and unbuttoning your blouse.
You spun him around and pushed him down on the bed, crawling up his toned body.
“I’m no where near done with you. You’re going to take everything I give you, and you’re not gonna cum until I say so. Got it?”
He whined, loudly, as he nod his head.
You pulled down his boxers, watching as his ridiculously hard cock spring out and slap his stomach. You gave him a couple light strokes, which already had him squirming in your grasp, before situating yourself to grind on his length.
His dick slid through your slick folds with ease. He was leaking endlessly, embarrassingly so.
“Such a slut for me, my messy little thing. You really thought anyone else could do this to you.” You spat.
“No mommy! Just you, only you. Fuck” he cried as his hips bucked uncontrollably, pink tip rubbing your clit perfectly.
You let your head fall back as you felt your climax approach once again. The movement of your hips speeding up as you continued to get closer, feeling your high come crashing down.
You let the waves of pleasure take over, giving your now sensitive pussy time to recover for what was to come.
“Yknow, I could leave you like this. Painfully hard all night, won’t even touch you until I come home tomorrow.” You said in-between pants.
“No please I- nghhh, I’m so sorry, I’ll never do it again. I need it, need to cum” he babbled helplessly.
Though it was tempting to leave him all pent up and horny, his constant pleas had you wet all over again.
You brought you hands to cup his cheeks, gazing at how pretty he looked when he was all submissive for you.
“You’ll be a good boy for mommy?”
“Yes, I swear, I’ll be mommy’s good boy, promise, just lemme cum” he begged.
Your lips curled into a soft smile before you sunk down onto his length ever so slowly.
The feeling of finally being buried inside you had Felix damn near cumming on the spot, tears falling from his eyes. You leaned down to kiss them away, careful not to move too much.
“Cmon baby, you can take it.”
After a brief pause, Felix nodded his head, a signal for you to move your hips.
You started slow, easing him into the overwhelming pleasure. He couldn’t hold back the noises that left his mouth, completely overtaken by the sensation of you bouncing on him.
His moans pitched higher and higher as he grew closer to cumming. You wanted to say no, to make him hold it until he was a sobbing mess, but he had taken his punishment so well.
“M-mommy, I’m so close, please. Please let me, lemme cum mommy please” he whimpered.
“Cum for me pretty”
It only took a few more thrusts before he was painting your walls in thick ropes of cum. He cried and squirmed uncontrollably, he swears he saw stars. It was by far the hardest he’s ever released.
Even he didn’t expect it when the words left his mouth.
“I love you” he breathed.
You were caught off guard. Love wasn’t part of your vocabulary. It certainly wasn’t something you had prepared for. Yet for whatever reason, it was so easy to give to Felix.
“I love you too” you responded, letting yourself fall into his chest.
You both lay there, sticky, panting messes. You felt his arms curl around your waist , holding you tight against him.
“Are you ok?” You asked.
He laughed breathlessly and looked down at you.
“Never better.”
It was in that moment you realised, love may not have been the plan, but what you had for Felix couldn’t be described in any other way.
Felix sat on the floor, back leaning against the mirrors of the dance studio. He was exhausted from a full day of rehearsals, drinking lazily from his water bottle.
“Yongbok!” A voice called, Changbin’s.
“Yeah?” Felix replied.
“There’s something here for you.”
Felix’s face contorted in initial confusion, before fading to eventual understanding.
A grin painted his face as he rushed to the front entrance.
On the floor sat the largest, most beautiful bouquet of flowers he’d ever laid eyes on.
He scooped it up with care, placing it in a vase before opening the card attached.
It read: I meant what I said ;) go get yourself something nice baby
He smiled even wider before turning the paper over to reveal the credit card you’d given him.
Just like your feelings for Felix, unlimited.
dividers from @/cursed-carmine
I really hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to like/comment/reblog + follow <3
Felix has always been clingy, the kind of best friend who never runs out of excuses to share your bed. At first it was movie nights, then it was because the apartment was too cold, and now it’s nightmares. You told yourself it was harmless, but things start to feel different when you realize your best friend is hard, pressed up against you in his sleep.
Pairing: soft dom ! reader x sub ! roommate ! bsf Felix
Genre: best friends au, roommates au, smut, angst (light)
Warnings: heavy emphasis on somnophilia ✦ NON-CONSENSUAL ✦ mutual masturbation ✦ handjob ✦ reader touches herself ✦ guilt & sexual tension ✦ needy!Felix ✦ innocent-looking but filthy dreams ✦ lots of whimpering/moaning ✦ best-friends-crossing-the-line feels.
Author’s note: this is the first fic i’m sharing here !! i originally wrote it in my main language and then translated it into english, so i hope everything came out right <3
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2 a.m. you wake to a sound you instantly recognize as your best friend and roommate Felix’s voice, fighting off sleep you manage to open your eyes just enough to see his silhouette standing in the doorway of your room.
"Can I sleep with you? I had another nightmare," he asks, his voice low and a little hoarse.
"Lix this is the third time this week… and also don’t you think you’re a little too big to be scared of nightmares?" you tease, and as you say it you pull the blanket back in an automatic gesture, inviting him onto your bed, because honestly you don’t really even care about your own argument.
"I’m not scared of nightmares, I just prefer to avoid them. And I never have bad dreams when I sleep with you," he says as he nestles himself beside you.
It had been a few months since the first time you two shared a bed, it happened after a party when you came home drunk and ended up falling asleep together in your room. After that, it became almost regular. Sometimes you would pass out watching movies, other nights Felix would say it was too cold to sleep alone. Now, his excuse was nightmares. Deep down you knew he always found a new reason, but you never questioned it, because in truth you liked it too.
It’s impossible to admit this to him without making things weird, but sleeping with Felix is nice. He’s warm, quiet, comfortable, and that’s exactly what you think about at 3 a.m., watching him sleep beside you.
He falls asleep almost instantly, while you lose yours. It’s not like you’d prefer to spend the night staring at the ceiling, but Felix wrapped around you so tightly that you can barely move without risking waking him.
Felix has always been clingy, and you’ve grown used to it. He never lasts more than three hours without hugging you, and sharing the bed doesn’t change that. Usually you sleep spooning, but on nights like this he presses so close to you that you can’t help but feel every inch of his body against yours.
And that’s where the problem starts.
You know it’s wrong to fantasize about your best friend while he sleeps innocently beside you, but how can you help it when you notice he’s hard? It’s normal, you try to remind yourself. An involuntary reaction, nothing more. At least that’s what you force yourself to believe whenever it happens.
And it happens often. Hard not to notice when he’s tangled up with you like that. Your body ignores logic and guilt, and your mind insists on painting scenes of Felix moaning your name, begging for more, while moving inside you.
You try so hard, but you can’t control those thoughts. The truth is, these last few months you’ve even thought about how Felix seems to be exactly your type. He’s so sweet, soft, needy, and right now all you can think is what it’d be like if he were under you.
But he’s your friend, your best friend. You’ve been together since childhood. You were inseparable at school, so it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when you both decided to go to the same university. It wasn’t odd either when you rented an apartment together near campus. You love having Felix around, life’s easier in pair. He’s always been there when things got tough.
Like when you had a fierce argument with your parents and he comforted you, letting you stay at his place as long as you needed. Or when you felt insecure about your body at a pool party in school and he complimented you so much that you walked out feeling like the prettiest girl there. And when you broke up with your almost five-year-long relationship a few months ago, Felix took you to a party after he found you crying locked inside your room. He never really liked parties, but that night the two of you danced, had fun, drank, and ended up cuddling in your bed.
The guilt you feel for all the dirty thoughts isn't just because Felix’s your best friend, it’s because he seems so innocent. Sure, the big eyes and cute freckles help create that image, but you also never saw him with anyone. He’s never introduced a girlfriend or boyfriend to you, he never brought anyone into your apartment, and he always seemed awkward and restless when you tried to open up about something intimate with your ex.
So in an act of self-preservation, you shift just enough for Felix, still asleep, to change position. Now he’s facing away from you, and you let out a relieved breath. This time, you hold him, trying to recapture that innocent normalcy. That is, until you start hearing little noises.
Felix makes low sounds, almost whimpering, and you can’t quite understand what’s going on until he starts moving his hip slightly, he’s in the middle of an erotic dream. The whole situation leaves you dizzy and, regretfully, very turned on. You want to be angry, blame Felix for putting you in this situation, but deep down you know the fault is entirely yours. You can’t blame him for wanting to sleep cozy with his best friend, nor for natural bodily reactions in sleep. He isn’t even conscious. You are. And you’re absolutely guilty for all the filthy thoughts you had while it was happening.
While you're internally wrestling with guilt, trying to hold onto whatever decency you’ve got left, Felix does the one last thing that shatters your sanity,
Between the whimpers, you hear a soft “Please…”
He’s still sleeping, you know that, but it's like he was begging you, right? How can you resist a pretty boy begging? You can’t, you know you can’t. These thoughts swirl in your head as you slowly lower your hand to his hard, needy cock.
The second you touch Felix’s cock, he almost instinctively starts grinding against your hand through his clothes and from the sounds he’s making you realize all he needed was a little friction to find relief. And that makes you almost feel better, after all, you're not using him, technically you’re the one being used. Except he doesn’t know… and he’s unconscious… and didn’t ask for any of this… and damn
Felix lets out a loud moan that snaps you out of all rational thought.
His voice is so sweet, so needy that fuck it, you’ll put the guilt aside until later, because now all you want is to hear more of those moans. You finally start moving your hand over him, mimicking the motions he was doing himself, and the response is immediate, he gets more vocal and every sound he makes seems to go straight into your pussy.
You slide your free hand into your own panties, exploring your release while continuing to stroke Felix. Your fingers trace through your folds and you can’t believe how wet you are, like nothing you’ve ever felt before.
Felix moans loudly, breathing raggedly, his hips seeking more friction. He’s close, you feel it, by the pulse in your hand, by the pre-cum soaking the fabric.
You pick up the pace, matching his rising desperation, until he cums, moaning loudly and pressing his cock into your hand. The intensity is so overwhelming that you reach your own orgasm right after, plunging your fingers into yourself until you can’t breathe.
Exhaustion crashes over you soon after. All you manage to do is roll onto your side and close your eyes.
When you wake up, it’s already morning. You notice the light leaking through the window cracks, the bed is empty, and the smell of pancakes drifting into your nose makes you hurry to the kitchen.
You walk in to see Felix humming happily while frying pancakes. As soon as he sees you, his eyes light up and he grins wide.
"Good morning, I made breakfast."
Your stomach twists, not just because you’re hungry, but because of the guilt of taking advantage of someone so sweet and attentive.
"You seem cheerful today, Lix," you force a smile, trying to mask the fog in your head.
"I slept well last night. I had good dreams," he says, still wearing that gigantic smile.
"What did you dream about?" you ask carefully, your voice low, even though you already have a pretty good idea of the answer.
"It’s none of your business," he says playfully, averting his eyes, "But you were there."
thank you so much if you made it all the way to the end 🫶 this is my very first time posting here, so i’m sorry for any mistakes (both in writing and in formatting) !! i’m still new to tumblr, so if you have any tips on how to make a proper post, i’d really appreciate it 💕
Pretty moans echoed off the studio walls as he rode you, arms wrapped around your neck and hips rolling in the most pleasurable way. The recording device was on, capturing every sound that slipped past his lips—every moan, every whimper, every sharp breath.
"I just…I don't want it to sound unnatural," he said, scratching the back of his neck. He needed moans for his song, and it was you who he came to for help. And who were you to refuse your dear leader?
Your lips latched onto his pecs, tongue gliding over the underside and sucking on his soft skin. "F-Fuck…a-ah!" A high-pitched moan escaped his throat as you thrust your hips upward. You pulled him in by the back of his neck, lips melting into a soft, sensual kiss. His moans got whinier, more desperate as he neared his release, eyes rolling back and his pretty lips quivering. You licked up his neck, sucking below his ear. You knew all his spots. He clenched around you, lips parting with a moan into the kiss. You pulled back so the mic could capture the sound. You were kissing and marking up his collarbones as he came undone, spilling over his and your stomach. His moans turned into soft, shaky breaths as he buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent.
"Maybe I should make more songs like this," he laughed breathlessly into your skin.
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
