lmao i finally wrote something for treasure..hope ya like this and thanks for requesting!
Treasure’s Reaction to you Teasing them
Pairing: Legal Line x Reader
Genre: Reaction; Suggestive, Sexual Themes
Words: 900+
Warnings: Sexual Themes. Please read at your own discretion. I tried writing for Yedam in this, wasn’t so bad, his part will be under the read more in case anyone wants to read it.
Hyunsuk
You squeeze his thigh and drag your nails over it
I see him getting very flustered initially
He doesn’t understand why you did whatever it was that you did
But when you do it again, he gets the memo right away
Suddenly he doesn’t know what to do
You’re being very explicit with your actions
The longer you tease him the more it’ll turn him on and the harder it’ll get for him to stay still
It won’t take him too long to give in
He’d probably want you to go down on him and give him a nice suck before really getting into things
He can’t resist teasing for the life of him
Jihoon
You sit on his lap, facing him and leave a feathery kiss below his ear
He knows exactly what you’re up to and he refuses to give into you so easily
There’s no point in teasing the biggest tease ever
He’s just going to make this harder for you
He’ll grab your waist, preventing you from going anywhere and start kissing your neck
But the kisses will be very restricted, like he’s not giving you as much as you want
He loves hearing your needy whimpers
Its not easy to tease him
If you want him to fuck you all you’ve gotta do is ask
There’s no guarantee that he won’t continue teasing you though
Yoshi
You wrap your arms around his waist and slip your hands under his shirt
Your touch certainly isn’t subtle so he gets a faint idea of what you’re up to
He likes when you take incentive to initiate things
So he’ll let you continue for just a bit before turning to face you
Once his lips are on yours you know he isn’t going to disappoint you
Maybe he’ll take you right then and there (depends on where y’all are at though)
He will never pass up an opportunity to satisfy you
So just know that even if his reaction isn’t immediate, he will still give into your secret demands
He’ll most probably treat you better than you’d imagine, simply so that you know he’s always gonna give you everything you want
Junkyu
Maybe you whisper something naughty in his ear and give him a certain look
He might scream
So be careful
Mainly because he’ll be caught off guard
Teasing him can be very entertaining
He’ll be so conflicted and say things like “really? now?” or “omg someone might hear you!”
Nervous gulps x 100
He might even start sweating because of how anxious it makes him
He obviously wants to listen to you and give into your demands but the time and place is too sudden for him
That’s why you’ve gotta leave him an ultimatum
Do that, and he’s running behind you without another question
Mashiho
You wear something revealing on purpose
You know he loves catching small glimpses of your body
He’ll just smirk shamelessly
Maybe he knows what you’re up to, maybe he doesn’t
It turns into a whole game
Who’s gonna make the first move
Eventually one of you gives in
Everything that proceeds from there is incredibly rushed and super needy
All in all, he can put up with teasing, but not forever
Jaehyuk
Please you literally just tell him that you’re horny and want to ride him
He giggles
And then he realizes that you aren’t joking
So now he’s like super expectant
You probably have to tease him some more to rile him up
Cause he’s just gonna be fascinated by your straightforwardness
I think I’m going on a different tangent with this (hit me up if you wanna know where)
So yeah I think if you tease this boy first he’s not gonna know what’s happening and when he finally gets it he won’t know what to do
Super clueless but at least it gives you a chance to top him
Asahi
You lean in to kiss him but just before his lips can touch yours, you pull away
He hates it
You can see it on his face, all that dissatisfaction
But instead of getting what he wants he’ll be super stubborn and just sit there
You could’ve gotten what you wanted but its your fault that you decided to be a tease
So even if you apologize and start begging, he won’t give in
That’s a lie actually, if you keep begging then he’ll get impatient, stop holding himself back and give you what you want
Well not what you want but more whatever he wants to do to you
You just need to shut up and take what you get and stop being a greedy little whore (i’m sorry i went off)
Tease him and face the consequences my friend
Yedam (this is so vague lmao fuck me)
So you both are cuddling and you rub you ass into his nether regions (i’m sorry)
He doesn’t know if you did it on purpose but he definitely felt it
But since he’s unsure about if you were trying to initiate something, he doesn’t say a word and tries his best to control himself
However, since the action was intentional, you keep doing it
Kinda embarrassed, he grabs you hips and stops you
He doesn’t know how to tell you that he’s got a boner, even though he’s pretty sure you can feel it pressing into your ass
Eventually you have to turn around and face him, asking him if he wants you to take care of it
Request: “hiii if ur requests are open could i pls request a jealous dom!jihoon (treasure) smut? with lots of teasing and dirty talk if that’s ok pls (im a simp for jihoon omg)”
Treasure Jihoon x Y/N
Jealous dom!Jihoon teaches fem!reader a rough lesson.
Warnings: harddom!Jihoon making an appearance so rough sex, cnc themes, cumplay, facefucking, bondage, spanking, degradation, dirty talk, overstimulation, edging, a sentence of spit play, power play, mentions of drinking, but fluff at the end to balance it all off
This is a fantasy, make sure you fully communicate boundaries and limits with your partner(s) when exploring hard kinks! Jihoon is sexy, but consent is sexier.
Word count: 3.4k
Author’s note: hi I’m back! And uhhh wow this was a lot to write and took me forever omg. This shit dirty, you’ve been warned. Time to get to my soft requests so I can stop sinning hahaha. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, fellow Jihoon simp! Sorry if it wasn’t exactly the direction you imagined I definitely got carried away. And everyone, I am so hyped for this comeback!!!! LOOK AT HIM I can’t--
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jihoon said, tone tight with annoyance. His usual self was gone. From the way his eyes glinted to how he stood before you, accentuating your height difference, his demeanor has become one you’ve never seen before.
“I need you to trust me when I say it is not what it seemed.” You shot back, despite being intimidated by how upset Jihoon seemed.
“Oh, and exactly how are you explaining your way out of this one?” Jihoon spat out, slowly advancing towards you. “Explain the way you were this close to kissing your ex just thirty minutes ago?”
He said it like a curse word, lips snarling a little. You sighed in frustration before tilting your head up to meet his expression head on.
“I told-“ You could feel his breath on your lips, nose inches apart. “God, Jihoon, he is was taunting me! I didn’t want to back do—“
Jihoon slammed his hands against the sides of your head, pushing you back against the wall at your apartment’s doorway. You instinctively grabbed onto his arms to regain balance, his toned muscles flexing under your fingers as he lowered himself to your eye level. You stopped breathing for a millisecond, but held his piercing gaze. You cheeks heated up from the proximity, cursing at the way wetness starting to pool between your thighs despite the situation you were in.
Okay, sure. From an outsider’s perspective, you and Jisung were really chatting it up at the house party when Jisung leaned close to whisper some patronizing nothings at you. Emboldened by a few sips of your drink, you had held your ground, your faces being inches apart, while you debated between slapping him or coming up with a fiery comeback in your tipsy state. Conveniently, Jihoon happened to find you both at that very moment, misreading your look of panic as one of guilt. To make matters worse, Jihoon has already been feeling especially sensitive due to the fact that your relationship hasn’t been public yet.
And Jihoon knew all of this.
You told him as you let yourself be yanked out of the counter chair and dragged out of the party. You told him on the tense, sobering ride home. You told him yet again during the chilling elevator ride up to your apartment.
Each time, he responded coldly, “Just wait until we get home.” Yet, here you both were, and he still isn’t letting you properly explain yourself.
So, yes. You were also getting riled up.
“Y/n,” Jihoon hissed, “I saw the way he was looking at you, are you that oblivious to this shit? Did you—”
Holy fuck, shut up. You bunch up his shirt collar, crashing against his lips in an angry kiss, cutting off his accusations. To your slight relief, he responded as you reach up to weave your fingers between his locks. You teeth click together as you pull him deeper into the sloppy kiss, biting into his bottom lip and sucking lightly before you pull away. Panting slightly, you glared into his eyes, “You’re literally the only one for me. What do I need to do to make you see that?”
Jihoon glowered back, swollen lips set in a firm line. For one second. Two. Three.
Just as you started to think you made the wrong move, he scoffed a little.
“What do you need to do, you ask? Simple.” Jihoon’s voice dropped an octave, dangerously calm. Sliding a finger under the hem of our shirt, he traced a fiery trail up your stomach and cupped your rib cage. His thumb ghosted over the swell of your breasts. Your mouth fell open at his audacity, thoughts slowly clouded with lust.
“Prove it.”
He bent his other arm, flushing his body against yours, before moving his hand to rub light circles on your nipple through your thin bralette. Your head spun. You let out a shaky exhale, feeling another rush of arousal pool in your lower abdomen. Just like that, you lost all of your conviction.
It took everything to nod your head.
He shook his head in mock disappointment. “Y/n, look at you. So eager to please after all that. How pathetic.”
Jihoon pulled away and shook off your outreached hands. He bent down and threw you over his shoulder, grip rough on your waist. You let out a quiet moan, feeling his shoulder press into your stomach. In what seemed like just a few strides, he reached the bedroom and tossed you unceremoniously on the bed. After yanking off your dress and hastily ripping off your bralette, he grabbed you by the thighs and dragged you towards him at the edge of the mattress.
He grabbed you by the cheeks, fingers distorting your features. He rubbed a thumb over you puffed lips.
“You want to act like a slut?” Jihoon said in a scarily neutral tone, quirking an eyebrow at you. You tried to respond but his hands tightened to part your lips, in which he slipped his thumb through. You whimpered at the way the warm pad of his thumb pressed roughly against your tongue. “Then be one.”
Your eyes widened, feeling your heartbeat quickening.
“I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop and you’re going to thank me like the little slut you are,” Jihoon purred. He usually checked in whenever his gets this serious, even when you both have a safe word.
But this Jihoon? The way he upheld every ounce of power in the room?
You wanted him to ruin you.
“On your knees,” he commanded, pushing you to down. He undid his belt, setting it aside, before stepping out of his jeans. He pumped his erect cock a few times before slapping it against your parted lips. You opened your mouth wider, ready for him.
He scoffed at your initiative, shooting you a condescending look. Without much warning, he guided his dick into your mouth, letting you briefly position yourself, and then snapped his hips forward. You choked around his length, body slightly heaving forward. Jihoon pulled back, letting you gag a little as your eyes watered.
“Having fun?“ Jihoon sadistically grinned at you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair to roughly tilt your face back up.
Before you finished collecting yourself, he hit the back of your throat again with the same level of aggression. You started to swallow around his girth, adjusting yourself to his size. But Jihoon knew your tricks. He pulled out again, pressing into your tongue and thrusted against the side of your cheek.
“How about now?”
You made some noise, not that he cared. He started to set an unpredictable pace, hitting the back of your throat and letting his cock throb as his pulsed for a few strokes there before pulling almost completely out, letting you suck against his tip, only to then drive even deeper in.
“My little whore,” Jihoon cooed, loving the way your tear-stained cheeks looked with his dick pressed against it and the saliva trailing down your chin with each deeper thrust. “Doing what you love most, huh.”
Just as your jaw started to ache, Jihoon’s hips stuttered. His pace grew even messier until you tasted a bit of saltiness. Jihoon drove the hardest stroke into you, hitting a particular spot that had you forcefully gagging. He pulled out, letting you cough it out. You were a mess: tears streaking down your face, nose red, saliva mixed with precum coating your entire mouth region. You wheezed a little, hand gripping onto his thigh for support as you slowly drew your head up for more.
You heard Jihoon chuckling softly. “Fuck, you like my dick that much? Look at yourself.”
Glancing down, you didn’t even realize Jihoon had already orgasmed all over your chest. You face flushed red, registering the cum drip down our nipples and land on your thigh in tiny puddles. Jihoon pulled you up upright on the bed and you felt his cum travel down from your chest onto your stomach region. Suddenly, you felt like you couldn’t meet his eyes. You felt so, incredibly filthy.
“Why are you acting so innocent, angel?” Jihoon asked mockingly. He scooped up a larger trail of his cum off of your stomach and pushed it past your lips. With hooded eyes, he watched you obediently lap it up. “We both know how much you loved being wrecked by me, hm?”
“Yes, Jihoon, please,” you choked out, looking at him with unfiltered desire. You don’t even know what you were asking for. You just wanted him to touch you.
“Please, what?” Jihoon said, expression cocky. He leaned forward until you were propped against the pillows.
“I- Please, I need you to take me.” Now that Jihoon’s dick wasn’t destroying your perception, you realize it’s true. Your core was throbbing, almost painfully, with anticipation. Remembering suddenly what happened the last time Jihoon fucked you in a bad mood, you added quickly, “Please let me cum. Please.”
“And why should I listen to you?” Jihoon countered. With the arm that wasn’t propping him up, his pulled your wrist up and looped it between his belt. He pulled up your other and finished fastening you to the headboard.
“Jihoon, please, oh my god, Jihoon, please, Jihoon,” you started begging, fully aware of the direction this was going.
Jihoon’s hand shot down and grabbed at your throat, cutting off your words.
“From now on,” Jihoon said. “The only thing that can leave your mouth is my name. If you say anything else, I’m going to have to punish you. Are you going to behave?”
You nod weakly, mumbling his name in affirmative.
Content, Jihoon leaned down and kissed along your neck, leaving dark bruises in his wake. You panted, moaning his name to encourage him, the wetness between your thighs was comparable to what was still pooled across your torso.
Jihoon’s eyes pierced yours as he leaned down to level at your core, his hands pressing your legs apart. With one finger he snapped the band of your panties against your stomach.
“Since you asked so nicely to let you cum, how many times would you like, hm, angel?”
You whimpered, feeling the elastic snap against your skin again. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Jihoon was giving you a choice? You stared dumbly at his as he slid your sopping panties off of you, noting his sadistic laugh.
“Yeah, I’m fucking with you. Just see how many times I’ll make you.”
With that, Jihoon started drawing slow figure eights against your folds. You started squirming a bit, but tried to stop as the leather bit into your wrists. Your slick trailed after his lips as he laps against your core in inconsistent stokes, occasionally nipping at your clit to incite a frustrated yelp from you. He then started to apply pressure against your clit, focusing all the stimulation there with quick, hard flicks from the tip of his tongue. The pleasant building sensation had your eyes rolling back in pleasure.
You registered the stinging pain before you heard the sound. You cried out when Jihoon slapped your thigh again, pulling you away from subspace. Your pleading eyes looked to his in confusion.
“Did I say you can look away, huh?” He grated, squeezing at your thighs. “Eyes on me. Watch the way I fuck you like no one else can.”
You bit back a curse, pussy clenching at his biting words.
“Yes, Jihoon,” you nodded meekly, looking at him as he dove down again.
It was so much. The way he purposefully flicked against your core at an unrelenting pace, feeling your body tighten up, only to stop and blow air on your pussy, letting your lower body shake in desperation under his grip. You had to admit—Jihoon looked so good between your legs, but he was also too good at what he was doing there. When he looked up and caught you blinking away your pretty tears or shut your eyes from a particularly close brush to orgasm, he stopped to slightly rotate your hips and delivering stinging slaps against your ass until you looked at him again, chanting his name in broken sobs.
You were becoming undone right before his eyes and Jihoon loved it. Nothing, Jihoon decided, would ever top this view of you: You begging for him through choked, teary gasps. Your hair tangling into the belt that was leaving red marks on your wrists from all of your writhing. His cum starting to trail down your body in pearly strings towards the bedsheets.
Jihoon’s little angel was looking utterly sinful.
Your cunt was dripping wet at this point, all red from abuse and sweet with arousal. Deciding your sensitivity must’ve been peaking, he hooked your thighs around his shoulder. His tongue found the nub of your clit again, this time moving against it in a hard and fast pace, not stopping until you were desperately bucking up against him. You were dizzy with lust, the never-ending stimulation bring you a breath away from orgasm. It came fast, tightening every muscle in your body before releasing in a loud, strangled cry of his name.
He didn’t give you time to rest. Jihoon started rubbing slow, but harsh, circles against you clit with his thumb, drawing a loud hiss from you. Your limbs twitched from pleasure. He slid two fingers into you, enjoying the almost frictionless sensation of you hungrily taking him in, while still pressing hard circles against your clit. You couldn’t help the way your thighs started quaking as he curled his fingers and yanked you towards him from inside you, hitting your g-spot with uncanny accuracy built from practice.
“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking. So pathetic,” Jihoon marveled, moving his fingers in a faster pace. In just two more strokes, the taunt knot in your lower abdomen snapped, washing your body in a rush of release again.
Before you could fully relaxed, Jihoon latched onto your clit again and started sucking aggressively, ignoring the way his name sounded while spilling desperately from your lips. The pleasure was becoming painful, the never-ending stimulation driving you over the edge. He added a third finger to the two that never left your pussy and drove his fingers into you so hard that your toes clenched and arms shook.
“Jihoon, Jihoon, Jihoon, Ji-, Jun, Jun,” you cried, feeling the pain of overstimulation fully set in. It was utterly embarrassing at how fast your third release came, spilling out into Jihoon’s awaiting mouth. He lapped against your throbbing pussy and got up.
He leaned over you, meeting your teary eyes. He pushed your lips open, and spat your cum into your mouth. With a satisfied smirk, he watched you flush while slowly swallowing.
“Mine.” He said, swiping his thumb against your lips to collect any excess.
You nodded weakly in affirmative.
Jihoon took off your restraints and pulled you to straddle him. You almost fell on him, your limbs weak from the close succession of orgasms and lightheaded from the ordeal. He helped you to a sitting position, wiping at your tears.
“Come on,” Jihoon said, circling his hand around your throat. “Prove it.”
You were gasping, but knew what he wanted. Obligingly, you shifted back and slowly sank into his hard cock. You wince at the pain of him filling you up through the extreme sensitivity.
“That’s right, angel. Show me who you belong to.” Jihoon sat back against the headboard, purposefully staring at you with an almost relaxed expression on his face. With one hand, he held your wrists to his chest, the other slightly squeezing at your throat.
“Go, baby girl. Show me what a good time you are having.”
You gritted your teeth as you started bouncing on him. Jihoon watched you intently, his heated gaze taking you in.
“Y/n, I need you to count,” Jihoon said tightly, hand slipping from your throat to grope the side of your ass. You bit back a cry. Jihoon knew damn well you broke down the last time you tried this.
“To ten,” Jihoon grated. You nodded, concentrating on keeping your composure. You had to be good for him.
“One,” You whimpered. Slap. The sting on your ass frizzled out to a numbing tingle.
“Two.” Slap. The sensation was overwritten by you somehow finding the right angle, filling your body with newfound pleasure.
“Three.” Slap. The pain deliciously intensified the feeling of Jihoon’s dick pressed deep within you, chasing your release at your own pace.
“Four.” Slap. This one hurt.
“Si- Six.” Slap. The sharp sting made you falter, interrupting your ability to continue your pace. You realize too late that you skipped a number.
Oh no. Your eyes snap open as you try to will yourself to breathe properly.
Jihoon tutted at you, acting disappointed.
“Start over.”
“Jihoon,” you begged.
“This is for you, babe.“
“Jihoon,” you pleaded.
“Your lesson, angel,” he said. After a slight pause, “But I’ll make it easier for you. On your knees.”
You clumsily flipped yourself over, letting Jihoon enjoy the view of your ass covered in his handprints.
Grunting, he bottomed back into you so hard that you fell forward onto your face. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled helped you up to your arms again.
“Count.”
“One.” You wheezed out. He smacked your ass. Two, three, four, five came out in quiet pleads between pants. Six and seven had you seeing stars. The intensity of it all driving you over. You were so close, the tension in your stomach getting too much to handle.
“Eigh- ahH, JIHOON,” You screamed in a choked sob. You came, the sensation overpowering any level of control you had left in you.
Jihoon didn’t stop. He lowered his body down with you, hovering over your flattened form as he continued driving you into the sheets. The momentum moved your entire body slightly forward and backwards with his motions, brushing your sensitive clit against the sheets. The bed creaked from the sheer force Jihoon was pounding into you.
“What’s next, y/n.” Jihoon growled mercilessly, keeping his pace. The overstimulation felt overwhelming at this point, and you were gasping for air past your sobs. But Jihoon was not fazed. If anything, he snapped his dick harder into you, chasing his orgasm. The stretch of his dick sent shivers through your body, testing your limits.
“Nine,” You cried. He delivered it, hips starting to hit against you unsteadily.
“Ten,” you sobbed, the final slap by far the most intense yet.
Jihoon cursed, pulling out of you to cum all over your back as you heave. Your whole body was tingling, and you felt like you were losing sensation in your limbs. The feeling of his warm load hitting your skin was the last thing you registered before the world faded black.
--
When you opened your eyes, the room was dark save for the moonlight filtering through the window. You shift a little and wince at a stinging soreness between your thighs. And your wrists. And your ass. And well, everywhere, but particularly your inner thighs. Biting back a groan, you slowly pulled yourself to a sitting position to gain your bearings. Jihoon laid next to you, his breathing’s slow cadence uninterrupted as you gently lift your side of the blanket off of you. He must’ve cleaned both of you off when you passed out. You gingerly slid off the bed, and limped over to the bathroom.
After relieving yourself and slipping on a fresh pair of panties at a sloth’s pace, you squinted at your reflection.
Oh, wow. Jihoon didn’t mess around.
Your whole body was a mosaic of marks—bruises covering your throat and across your hips, ass covered in pink imprints, wrists chafed raw. You shivered a little as you lightly trace over a particularly dark bruise on your hip. You were so focused on admiring his handiwork that you didn’t notice a sleepy Jihoon until the bathroom door gently opened.
“Oh!” You gasped, melting slightly at the adorable sight of him blinking at the light. “Did I wake you?”
“Don’t worry,” Jihoon gently smiled and handed you a glass of water, which you gladly accepted. Your throat was sore from all the screaming.
“I’m sorry, angel,” Jihoon said, fingers ghosting over the marks on your neck. He tucked your hair behind your ear, and grazed his thumb gently across your cheek.
“It’s okay, Hoonie.” You nodded. “I’m going to think twice next time.”
Jihoon smirked a little at that, winking at you playfully. “Or don’t. You seemed to enjoy it.”
You blushed, not bothering to refute him. He chuckled and pushed the glass towards you, urging you to take a few more sips.
Jihoon gazed up and down your body, lips parted slightly in amazement. He reached for you. You set the glass down and awkwardly tumbled into his outstretched arms. You both giggled at the lack of control your have over your sore limbs.
“Sure you’re alright?” Jihoon asked, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “I almost expected you to use your safe word back there.”
You pressed a kiss against his shoulder.
“Nah,” You said, nuzzling closer for his warmth. You felt your drowsiness start to kick in. “I’m all yours.”
You didn’t need to look at Jihoon to know his eye smile never left his face as he gently carried you back to bed.
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Another author’s note: So friends, I want to emphasize again that irl please be careful with hard kinks! Make sure you completely trust the person you’re doing them with. Make sure you are all consensual adults. Make sure you clearly communicating safe words, methods of check ins, and established boundaries. Make sure you’re doing your research before all of this! It might feel weird for me to keep on emphasizing this but I want everyone to be safe while having the best time :) Thanks for reading this and my work!!!
Hi ! First I’d like to say that you’re an amazing writer and I’m so glad I found another Teume here 🥺 and second may a request a fluffy blurb for Haruto with prompts 32 and 37 pretty please ??
Thank you <3
하루토 + #32 + #37
why is this royal au? i’m not really sure, was just in the mood for it, tell me if it’s not what you want, anon!!
22:06 - “y/n!”
you faltered against haruto’s lips, a faint sigh leaving yours.
“no,” haruto gasped out, grabbing your wrist as you turned to leave, “please stay.”
“i can’t, your highness, i’m not even supposed to be doing this,” you panted.
“i’m not objecting. in fact i’m ordering,” haruto said, “you’re my maid, are you not? kiss me, maid.”
“your highness, what if someone—”
the young prince haruto arose from his seat on the bed, his footsteps quick as he pulled you in by the waist, smashing his lips to yours.
“i do not care if someone sees,” haruto whispered, “i want to kiss you forever, y/n. i want you.”
“your highness, i—”
“haruto,” he said, his hand cupping your face, “my name’s haruto.”
[2:28 am] “i love you.” jeongwoo mumbles adorably, he feels the warmth emitting from you due to cuddling you for so long.
you snuggled closer to his chest, feeling giddy inside from hearing him profess his love to you. you start to draw random shapes on the back of his shirt with your index finger, drawing a heart to show you felt the same way.
jeongwoo knows you have a hard time expressing your feelings verbally. so he doesn't mind the fact you didn't reply, especially when he feels the vague hearts you're drawing. he knows you love him just as much as he does and he's content with that. waiting patiently until it's the time you're comfortable saying the precious sentence back to him.
✦ smut; car sex, fem receiving, male receiving, unprotected sex
✦ 1.9k+ words
✦ lowercase intended, requested by anon
it was three in the morning. a thin sheen of sweat covered your overly exhausted body. despite having the windows cracked open, the mustiness and unbearable mix of heat and cold in the interior of the broken down car failed to disappear. goosebumps rose on your skin, everywhere that the material of your skimpy dress failed to hide. your head was pounding and your eyes were burning. to make matters worse, it was raining - that too - heavily. the sounds of the raindrops pelting against the car’s hood resonated in your ears.
the only good thing about this whole ordeal was that junkyu was by your side. his state was no less different than yours. perhaps he was a tad bit more collected. he didn’t look as reckless as you did and he certainly wasn’t as drunk as you were. and that wasn’t because he hadn’t drank as much as you, but mostly because he held his liquor much better than you ever could. nonetheless, junkyu was miserable and so were you.
both of you had spent almost an hour and a half trapped in his car, waiting for the rain to cease so that you could catch some signal. ultimately however, your phone died and his, which was barely surviving had managed to send a message to jihoon regarding your whereabouts and a sos to come and pick you both up when the rain calmed down a bit.
time seemed to be passing at snail’s pace. junkyu was bored out of his mind. he looked over at you, eyes no doubt raking over your exposed thighs. “you’re cold.”, he mumbled, placing his large palm on the skin. he caressed it gently, attempting to soothe your goosebumps. had you possessed the ability to think straight, junkyu’s touch would’ve flustered you deeply. but you were too lost to let your conscience act. your legs spread instinctively, seeking the warmth that junkyu’s touch gave. this caused his palm to drop lower and he now held your inner thigh.
although this was more physical contact than you’d ever had in your one year of knowing each other, neither of you were phased. that was the alcohol’s doing and you didn’t know whether to blame it or be thankful for it.
“you’re hot. hug me.”
junkyu complied to your request without a word, awkwardly wrapping his arms around your shoulders. the new position was incredibly uncomfortable for him. you could tell by the jagged breaths that left him as he attempted to bear the searing stretch on his side. “move over.”
you pushed his hands off of you and got up from your seat, clumsily stepping over the gearshift to stand over him. he stared up at you, hands coming to your waist to stead you while you hunched over his tall frame. you sat down between the space of his thighs, leaning your back against the window and extended your legs over his lap. junkyu pulled you closer to his body, effectively helping you heat up.
“you’re warm.”, you mumbles, snuggling your face into his neck. junkyu shuddered when your breath hit his skin, but he didn’t move away. “you smell nice.”, you added, giggling at your observation. junkyu smiled. “i thought i’d smell sweaty. good to know that the cheap stuff lasts.”
you leaned further into his neck, lips placing a small kiss on his skin. “you always smell good though. even when you’re not wearing cheap cologne.” junkyu’s fingers trailed over your bare thighs. “yeah and you’re always hot. even when you’re freezing cold.”
“you think i’m hot?”, you asked, pulling away from him to look at his face. he locked his eyes with yours and nodded. “i think you’re hot too.”
neither of you noticed how close you’d gotten in such a short time. your faces were only centimeters apart from each other’s. junkyu’s eyes wavered down to your lips for a moment. he licked his own before closing the gap between you both.
he tasted like alcohol - majorly - with hints of mint and a supposed fruit flavoured chaser that you couldn’t quite put your hands on. it was addicting. his hold on your jaw was gentle, a complete contrast to how feverishly his lips were moving against yours. the kiss was masked with desperation, hunger and just pure lust. it only went to show how much tension existed between you both whilst you were sober.
you pulled away first, quickly situating yourself in a more compromisable position. with both knees on either side of his lap, you crashed your lips onto his once again, resuming the hot kiss. junkyu’s hands found the flush of your ass and they involuntarily squeezed the flesh, thereby making you moan. he moved forward, pushing your back against the dashboard as his lips left yours to find purchase on your neck.
he pressed wet kisses to your exposed skin, pushing the straps of your dress off your shoulder so that he could catch sight of your breasts. his eyes were ravening over the sight in front of him. junkyu’s lips closed in around your nipple, the other one being pinched between his thumb and forefinger. you hummed at the buzz that the stimulation sent through you, a pool of wetness gathering in your panties. junkyu sucked a dark mark on the apex of your breast, running his tongue over the skin while his hands haphazardly pushed the remainder of your dress up to your abdomen.
“can i?”, he asked, looking up at you briefly. you nodded, spreading your legs eagerly. he smiled to himself and pulled your panties to the side. he dipped his finger between your wet folds, lips parting as he felt how wet you were. coated in your arousal, he pushed the digit into your cunt, curling it upwards when he was knuckle deep. you whimpered, shutting your eyes momentarily. slowly, he began pumping it, watching the way your chest rose and fell in coordination with his momentum. “junkyu faster.”, you seethed, glossy eyes begging him for more. junkyu granted your request. he was only using one finger, yet it worked like magic. it wasn’t long until your walls clenched around him. “wait.”, you said abruptly, making junkyu freeze. “i don’t want to cum just yet.”, you announced, pushing his arm away.
you straddled him once again, taking his hand in yours and pushing the digit he used to fuck you past your lips. junkyu watched intently as you sucked your essence clean off of his finger, releasing it with a pop. you meshed your lips back with his, unbuttoning his shirt as you did. after reaching the last button, your hands found his belt which you undid in a matter of seconds. next came his jeans, which you unbuttoned and unzipped until your hand slipped past his boxers, gripping onto his length tightly. you felt him tense up underneath your touch. the subtle reaction gave you enough confidence to continue.
you pulled his cock out, gasping at the sight you saw. “don’t stare.”, junkyu whined, bringing your mouth to his. you kissed his lips and stood between his legs. “move the seat back.”
he did as you said, leaving you enough space to settle in between his thighs. you wasted no time in circling your tongue around his tip. junkyu let out a shaky breath and awkwardly placed his hands at his side. a string of spite escaped your mouth and fell straight on his cock. pumping his wet shaft you looked up at him from your lashes. “i wanna choke on your cock.”, you whispered, only for his ears to hear. junkyu gulped nervously, clearly not getting the hint. chuckling, you took his hands and placed them on your head. “set the pace yourself.”
junkyu brought your face down on his cock, a shallow breath leaving him when you wrapped your lips tightly around his girth. his fingers tangled into your hair, hips bucking upward as he instated some friction. it didn’t take too long for him to get the hang of it. his hips moved up and he shoved your head down cause his tip to hit the back of your throat. a lewd groan left his mouth every time you gagged around him. lost in the rhythm he’d set, junkyu fucked your mouth in earnest.
the sudden uncalled ring of his phone made you both jump in your places. junkyu uncoordinatedly reached over for his phone, bringing it to his ear as soon as he found it. his face scrunched in annoyance, eyes widening soon thereafter. “shit i forgot to answer it.”
after pressing the green button, junkyu brought the device back up to his ear, bouncing his thigh impatiently.
“hello?” “yeah okay.” “we’ll be waiting.” “we’re literally the only car here.” ‘you’ll find us.” “get here fast.”
the conversation ended quickly. it seemed like jihoon was on his way to rescue you both by the likes of it. junkyu tossed his phone in the back and looked down at you. “well what are you looking at? we only have fifteen minutes. get up here so we can finish.”, he instructed, patting his lap.
you held onto his shoulders, propping yourself up so he could line himself up at your entrance. junkyu guided your waist down over his length, sucking in a breath as you bottomed out. “let’s get moving.”
your hips rocked over his ravenously while your breasts were pressed up against his face. junkyu’s fingers were digging into your sides, hips jolting up to meet yours every time they moved down. tugging on his hair, you chased your high with greed. junkyu sucked on you skin, painting it with red marks all over. time didn’t seem to be passing at snail’s pace now. everything seemed so fast - perhaps because you were racing against a ticking time bomb, having absolutely no idea when it would end. your senses were clouded. all you could feel was the growing pleasure emerging from between your legs.
“shit y/n keep going. i’m going to cum.”, junkyu grunted from beneath you. that was good news because so were you. your thighs were burning but you knew you couldn’t stop now. “junkyu fuck me please.”, you managed to moan out. junkyu raised your hips, holding them in place and began fucking you without breaking the pace. as junkyu fucked you speedily, you rubbed at your clit to enhance the building knot in your stomach.
before you could even process it, your walls clenched around his length that was still pistoning into you, followed by your orgasm which hit you like a wave. the sensation brought out a loud and satisfied moan from you. junkyu meanwhile, was still going at it. “shit y/n just a little bit longer.”, he grunted, hips not ceasing their movements. trying your best to endure the toe-curling sensitivity, you grit your teeth and kept your shaking thighs spread apart.
soon enough, his cock twitched inside you. a string of curses left his mouth as ropes of his cum shot into your walls, hot and thick. junkyu’s eyes squeezed shut, emptying himself completely before pulling out of you. you could feel his cum flowing downwards and drip out onto his jeans.
“fuck that was nice.”, he muttered with a lazy smile plastered on his face. you patted his shoulder and fell back into the passenger seat.
a knock sounded on his window, making your heads whip towards it.
“if y’all are done fucking then i’m giving you five minutes to clean up and get into my car.”, an all too familiar voice, belonging to none other than jihoon, called from outside.
junkyu gave his friend a thumbs up and got to buttoning up his shirt while your straightened the straps of your dress.
“also, i don’t how, but come up with an excuse as to why the car was shaking so much cause my dad’s going to have questions.”
A nice threesome with Jihoon and Junkyu. Enough said.
warnings: dom/sub themes, voyeurism, face fucking, spit play, cum play, overstimulation, cockwarming, dirty talking as always, oral and vaginal sex yup
word count: 2.4k
a/n: breaking my inactiveness with the overhyped jikyu smut (comepletely my fault) I’ve been talking about. anyways, send in how this made you feel! hope y’all enjoy this plotless smut hahaha getting to all other requests and matchmaking hours over my school break!
“Y/n,” Junkyu gasped breathily, his long fingers threading through your hair, pressing lightly against your scalp. You hummed in response, hollowing your cheeks to intensify the vibrations against Junkyu’s cock buried down your throat. He groaned again, bucking up slightly to feel more of you.
You felt a surge of pride rush to your head, clouding your lustful thoughts even more.
You pulled him out, lapping your tongue against the underside of his dick. Junkyu looked down at you through his hooded eyes, pleading against the sudden emptiness. You bat your eyelashes at him, sucking him harshly before releasing with a pop. “You like that, Kyu?”
From beside you, you heard a quiet snicker. You spared Jihoon, who was palming himself on the bed, a glance while pumping your hands up and down Junkyu’s length, focusing pressure on his tip with each stroke. With one hand gripping at his base, you concentrated on flicking your tongue against his slit, tasting the precum, and then swirling your tongue against his tip, loving the soft mewls leaving his mouth.
“I think he does,” Jihoon’s low drawl from beside you voiced your thoughts.
Junkyu moaned, wrapping his hands around yours and he thrusted into your touch in affirmation. “Mmh, more, y/n, you’re doing so well,” Junkyu praised, throwing his head back against his swivel chair. You happily obliged, returning to bob your head on his cock a few times, sucking against his tip, before letting Junkyu hit the back of your throat again.
Junkyu’s soft moans continue, interrupted only by him groaning your name whenever you paused for a break from deep throating to focus on pleasuring his tip while stroking his base. He was starting to twitch under your touch.
“Jihoon,” you said, gulping at the sight of the said man shamelessly pumping himself. “I want to let him cum.”
Jihoon smirked, “You want my permission?”
You sharply exhaled, nodding in response.
“I’ve taught you well. On him,” Jihoon ordered you, still slowly moving his hand along his length.
“But don’t you dare move.” You and Junkyu somehow knew he was addressing you both.
If it were up to you, you would’ve sucked Junkyu off to relieve his throbbing cock, but you all knew Jihoon was in charge at the moment. You stood up, shooting Junkyu a smile before turning around to face Jihoon and sinking slowly into Junkyu, your back brushing against his bare chest. As you paused to adjust yourself inch by inch, Junkyu gently nipped against your back, moaning into your skin. Your walls clenched highly around him, his grip on your hips tightened as he struggled to not move.
“Go on,” Jihoon said, sitting back to enjoy the show. “Pleasure her.”
Junkyu groaned, moving his hands up and down your thighs before meeting your erect nipples through the thin crop top you’ve yet to discard.
Junkyu’s hands charted against your breasts—grabbing, massaging, and kneading like no tomorrow. He fitted your nipples through two of his fingers, and pressed extra hard against your hardened nub between each squeeze. The sensation of him touching you was elevated by the thin fabric scratching slightly against your sensitive skin. You arched your back to press back up against his pleasuring, seeking more. The movement made both of you groan at the feeling of him in you, pressing into your walls, teasing what you both could have if Jihoon would stop his sadistic games.
Junkyu pressed sloppy, open mouthed kisses into your neck, nipping at your ears as he slipped his fingers past your shirt and focused on rubbing harsh circles on your nipples. You cried out, wanting more. You couldn’t help but start squirming, drawing out airy moans from Junkyu as the movements stimulated his dick pressed deep into you. “Y/n, stop, you’re, fu-”
“Fuck,” Junkyu growled. He reached down and slapped your clit, not as hard as when Jihoon does it to you, but enough to make you cry out and still yourself. It’s as if something in him snapped, his previous whines now dropping an octave to make the arms on your arms stand up.
“Jihoon,” he warned, meeting Jihoon’s eyes. Jihoon got the message, nodding in acceptance. But before Junkyu could continue, you knew you needed more.
“Wait, wait, please, I want to touch you Jihoon, please. Please?” You pouted, somehow keeping a steady, innocent tone despite having a dick inside you.
Jihoon sucked in a breath, egged on from how much he wanted to corrupt that innocent look in your eyes. He moved to stand in front of you, closing the gap between you, and replaced Junkyu’s hands on your tits. He grabbed your breast and squeezed, grip harder than Junkyu’s, and ran his index hard and fast over your nipple.
Junkyu bit down against your left shoulder, groaning as he guided you upwards and slammed you down, signalling the start of you bouncing on him. The way he stretched you felt so good, the tension from cockwarming him now replaced by Junkyu abusing your sweet spots in the best way possible.
Jihoon grabbed your hand and placed it on his cock, covering your hand with his to tighten your grip, thrusting into your grip. You start pumping your hand along his length the best you can, focusing on his leaking tip without losing the pace you kept on Junkyu. The room was filled with the lewd noises of sex, the throaty groans from both men, and your higher pitched moans.
You didn’t get far with Jihoon, though, since Junkyu started rubbing into your clit and the combined stimulation had you seeing stars as you threw your head back. You started feeling an indescribable tension at the pit of your stomach, arching your back at how fucking good they were making you feel. Your mouth fell open in ecstasy as you bounced harder, chasing the high that was fast approaching.
“Look at her,” Jihoon cooed, nodding his head towards the mirror. Junkyu watched your flushed face contort in the reflection. “Don’t you just want to ruin her.”
Junkyu cursed. Without pulling out, Junkyu hoisted you out of the chair and bent you over. You whimpered at the interruption.
“Take me like how I know you always want to,” Junkyu ordered. With the pace now in his control, he picked up the speed in which he was thrusting into you. He was desperately railing into you now, his balls slapping against your ass with each hurried snap of his hips.
“Ah! Yes, yes, yours,” you moaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure as you fisted the bedsheets.
Jihoon chuckled, pleased at you two. He grabbed your face. “Don’t you know sharing is caring?”
You tried to respond, but the way Junkyu was fucking your insides out only let gasps leave your mouth. Jihoon and Junkyu exchanged a meaningful glance, and you felt your body shift a little before Jihoon guided your face to his dick. You eagerly wrapped your lips around Jihoon’s cock and grabbed at what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
“Yeah, you like taking two dicks at the same time like the little whore you are?” Jihoon purred, letting your bob your head on his tip.
Junkyu continued to slam himself into you, hands hard against your ass. The momentum helped thrust you into Jihoon a bit as he tightly grabbed your hair to control the pace he was fucking into your mouth. You gripped one hand on Jihoon’s thigh to balance yourself as the rocking intensified. Your throat was a little raw from sucking Junkyu’s dick earlier, but you didn’t care.
The stimulation from before catching on, the effects of the lost orgasm from earlier catching up to intensify the current build at a much faster pace. You could feel your walls clenching around Junkyu, you moaning against Jihoon’s dick, the pleasure muffled as Jihoon continued his strokes.
“Fuck, you feel so fu-fucking good,” Junkyu groaned and grabbed onto you tighter and continued to desperately pound into you, keeping his hand pressed deep against your clit. The pressure in your lower abdomen hit its peak. You cried out as Jihoon’s dick was still fucking into you, causing you to choke a little. The release of endorphins had your eyes rolling as you came with a silent scream. The pleasure had your limbs giving out. Jihoon noticed, his eyes already intent on your fucked out expression, so he easily held you up by gripping onto your arm, propping you up for Junkyu to continue his unrelenting pace. He gave you a few seconds to take a few ragged breaths to the best of your ability as the delicious sting of overstimulation crept in as Junkyu sloppily chased his climax. Jihoon took the opportunity to rub his leaking cock all around your oral region, coating your cheeks and chin with his dripping precum before yanking your head up and returning to his thrusting, his precum now all that you can taste. You tried to keep up, thankful for Jihoon’s arms keeping your frame upright for both men to finish using you.
With a loud moan, Junkyu came inside you, filling you to the brim with his warmth. You whimpered as he pulled out, his cum dripping out of you.
“Junkyu, your cum looks so good coming out of her,” Jihoon crowed, staring at your core. Junkyu sank to his knees, painting from the exertion.
Your body twitched as you tried to slowly get up with him, pant heavily, body still tingling.
“Who said we’re done?” Jihoon said, tone authoritative as he moved towards you, pressing his dick against your dripping core to remind you of his hardness. He hooked your leg over his shoulder, trailing a heated hand down your thigh. His face was only inches away from yours, the breath of his sinful words brushing against your parted lips. “I’m going to fuck his cum back into you.”
With that, Jihoon pushed you against the bed and entered you in a slow, harsh thrust. Despite the load left in you, your walls managed to clench around him and find purchase. You hissed at the rawness of Jihoon’s girth immediately diving into you. You felt small surges of Junkyu’s cum flow out between each of Jihoon’s steady thrusts, his precum mixing with the combination of both Junkyu’s and your cum.
They both loved that.
“Turn her into our cumslut,” you heard Junkyu groan. Jihoon grunted an agreement, fucking you hard with deep strokes that push you further into the bedsheets. You grasp onto his biceps, eyes on his, as you ignored the pain of overstimulation set in to be his obedient girl.
Jihoon cursed at your expression, “Fuck, angel, open wide.”
You moaned, anticipating what was coming. You opened your mouth. Jihoon spat down at you, and you felt the saliva hit the side of your mouth, his aim affected by his continual thrusts into you. Blushing, you licked at it, tasting it all before swallowing.
Wanting to join in, Junkyu grabs your tit with one hand, the other collecting what you missed from the side of your mouth and feeding it to you. You lapped at his fingers, eagerly sucking as he thrusted them against your tongue, muffling your moans with his long fingers. Jihoon moved upwards to give Junkyu space as he guided your mouth open, and let his saliva fall into your awaiting mouth. It hit your tongue in a warm, wet embrace and you swallowed it quickly.
“I bet no one knows you love shit like this, huh?” Jihoon grated, loving the way Junkyu was making you look so filthy. “What would they say if they knew what a dirty girl you are, hm?”
“I think y/n would like that,” Junkyu purred, continuing to press his fingers into your mouth. “She just wants everyone to know that she’s ours, hm?”
Jihoon’s pace quickened in agreement, his intense concentration on chasing his high contorting his face. Somehow, through the snapping of Jihoon’s hips against yours, Junkyu managed to start kissing you roughly, biting into your swollen lips and growling at the taste of himself on you. Something about this combination of stimulation was just utterly ruining you, and you couldn’t contain your excitement. Your whole body stilled, your teeth slightly bit into Junkyu’s fingers, and you felt yourself contract tightly around Jihoon before the tension all released at once, the torrent of endorphins erupting through your body. It didn’t take long for Jihoon to come, his throbbing cock releasing into you sporadically from all the earlier face fucking, adding his cum to Junkyu’s inside you in mutliple bursts as he milked himself out in you. You let out a slight sob you didn’t know you were keeping in you as he pulled out.
Your cunt was a dripping mess, the mixture of their cum coating your entrance and spilling out onto your inner thighs and the bedsheet in a continuous stream. They stood before you, admiring their handiwork.
Your thighs were shaking, body limp from the ordeal. Weakly, you propped yourself on your arms as you tried to catch your breath. You made a weak grab at Jihoon, almost falling on him, while your eyes searched for Junkyu. It’s true you were just thoroughly fucked. But it’s not always you get both of your friends with benefits in one room, especially with how busy they are.
“Oh? Our little slut wants some more,” Jihoon remarked, slightly panting as he brushed his damp bangs to the side. Junkyu chuckled in pleasant surprise.
“I really do,” you panted, hands stroking Jihoon’s abs lightly. Jihoon scoffed, running a hand over your left thigh, drawing attention to the way your legs were quite literally trembling from overstimulation.
“After all that?” Junkyu checked. Jihoon’s gaze was heavy on yours as you bit your lip and nodded.
“So fucking needy for us.” Jihoon commented smugly, resting his hand around your throat, admiring the way your body stiffened and hooded eyes flickered shut for a second.
“What a good, good girl,” Junkyu mumbled as he gently pushed you back down, biting his lips to prevent a coy smile. His eyes were blown out in lust, probably from just being in the same room with what just happened. “Alright, y/n,” Junkyu said, “We’re going to fuck you until you use your safe word.”
“not sure if your requests are open but i know jihoon is a dom but can u write something like he's tired from home and he just wanna feels loved so he lets you take over and you shower him with affection? 🥺🥺 i think soft sex with jihoon is just ❤️❤️”
Treasure Jihoon x Y/N
Keep reading to top Treasure’s hardest dom.
warnings: some hella fluffy smut, oral, riding, but pretty vanilla compared to my other jihoon smut lol
word count: 1.6k
author’s note: get ready to feel so wholesome and horny at the same time! also, the more I think about it the more I think Jihoon has a praise kink
Jihoon’s hair was still a little damp from his shower as he nuzzled against you, breathing you in. Despite being exhausted to the bone from the grueling 12 hour flight back from his overseas promotions, he was still fighting the effects of jet lag and the adrenaline from pushing through a really wild crowd at the airport. After feeding him a few bites of some soup and running a hot shower, you figured the best way to help him relax was to cuddle him until he falls asleep.
It was all going to plan—almost too well, you felt like you were starting to drift off yourself. You shift back against him to feel more of the post-shower heat radiating off of his bare chest. That’s when you felt Jihoon against your ass, his rising tent pressing into the valley between your thighs.
You giggled, turning over to face a blushing Jihoon. He grunted a little, almost as if in disbelief of himself, and his puppy eyes searched yours.
“You really did miss me, huh?” You chuckled, running you hand up and down his chiseled torso as you hook a leg over his waist. Jihoon closed his eyes, taking in the sensation. You felt his cock press more and more against you. He’s so reactive tonight. You bit your lip, coming up with ideas to pleasure him which might help him sleep even better. You grinded lightly into him, eliciting a sharp exhale from his parted lips. You hoisted yourself on top of his waist, and discarded your top. Jihoon eyes darkened as his eyes traveled up and down your body, taking you in a slow, heated gaze.
“Baby,” you whispered, leaning down to mold your bodies together, the bare skin on skin contact making your lower abdomen tingle with excitement. You slowly kissed him, which he gladly deepened. His hands ran up your back from your waist to cup your face, rubbing his thumb on your cheekbones.
“Let me take care of you,” you purred, emboldened by how he hasn’t yet flipped you on your back and whispered the dirtiest nothings into you ear.
To your pleasant surprise, Jihoon nodded. Swallowing heavily, he slowly propped himself up against your pillows. From the small smile on his lips and that growing wet spot on his boxers, you could tell he was curious to see how you would explore this new situation.
To be honest, you were too. No matter what, you decided, the priority right now is to make him feel amazing.
So you slid back on the bed to gently run your hands over his lower stomach before tracing his inner thigh. You leaned down to kiss his toned thigh muscles, slightly flexed from anticipation, and moved closer to his length with each open mouthed kiss. You hooked your fingers under the hem of his boxers, making eye contact with him as you pulled it off and palmed his cock. Jihoon watched your every move through hooded eyes. His features were lax with comfort, but his labored breaths gave away how he was feeling.
You wrap your hand around his cock, tracing a vein. Jihoon let out an airy sigh as you press a kiss against his tip, slick with precum. You wrapped your mouth around it, licking against his slit a few times before lightly sucking. Encouraged by his breathy moans, you swirled your tongue around his tip repeatedly, loving the taste of his precum in your mouth. Jihoon rested his hand on your head, brushing at your hair as you relaxed your throat and slowly took him in. Jihoon moaned audibly this time, taking in the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat. You knew just how pretty he thinks you look with his dick buried into you, so you pause and lap at the underside of his shaft.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Jihoon whispered, running his fingers through your locks.
Motivated by the praise, you started bobbing your head, hallowing your cheeks and pumping what wasn’t in your mouth with your hand. Jihoon buried deeper into his pillow, hand on your head gripping ever so tighter.
“Y/n,” Jihoon said in a strained voice. You hummed in response, the vibrations having a visible effect on him. You pulled him out, a trail of saliva and precum trailing from his tip to your lips, and looked up at him. He ran a thumb over your lower lip, gathering up the excess and letting you suck it off of his finger. He pulled it out with a growl and continued to rub against your soft lips.
“Fuck, you look like an angel,” Jihoon grated, his hands guiding you onto his crotch. “Ride me.”
You gasp a little. Never, has Jihoon ever let you top. You never complained, of course, since you absolutely loved everything he does when he is in complete control. But that doesn’t mean you never wondered what would happen when you guys change up the roles. You were practically soaked through your panties at the anticipation.
“Anything for you, my love,” you said, taking in a deep breath to calm yourself down. Jihoon rubbed a comforting circle on the side of your ass as you slowly sank into him. Both of your faces contorted in pleasure: you loving the feeling of Jihoon stretching your walls and Jihoon taking in the feeling of you clenching tightly around him. You lean forward and trailed kisses along his neck, occasionally biting and leaving behind the prettiest bruises. Your body embraced his, hips slowly rolling against his. His strong arms rubbed into your back and pressed your face towards his to capture you in a long, passionate kiss. As you pulled away to allow you both to catch your breaths, his eyes stared deeply into yours, intimately professing his adoration for you. You rubbed your nose against his, murmuring “I fucking love you, Park Jihoon.”
He felt so good, especially when you could control the pace in which he was hitting that heavenly spot inside you. With each roll of your hips, you let out strained moans into his ear in between nips and kisses against his earlobes. He was loving this.
You started moaning Jihoon’s name into his ear and telling him how amazing he feels, how perfect he is, how much he means to you—anything to make him continue being the heaving mess his is under you. His hands gripped your hips, helping you quicken the pace of your rocking.
You needed more of him. With a whine of his name, you sit up to concentrate on riding him, using his toned chest as an anchor.
“Baby girl, go harder,” he encouraged, using his hands to snap your hip against his faster. You gasped and panted, feeling him guide you to hit that one angle that drove you crazy. You cried out, throwing your head back in pleasure. Jihoon could tell you were getting close from your messier pace and sloppier movements. He started moving his waist up to meet yours, helping you feel him deeper and harder in you.
“Ah, Jihoon, you feel so good,” you whimpered, trying to match his pace but your quivering legs were giving out a little, finding it harder and harder to keep up with him.
“Give it to me, baby, that’s it,” he grunted, both hands basically directing you at that point.
“Jihoon, mmh, I’m trying, aah” you moaned, legs shaking and losing purchase.
He stilled you against him, his cock pressed deep into you, before he flipping you both over. He shushed your slew of breathy apologies with a haste kiss, and started to drive deep, fast thrusts into you. His arms caged you, one hand entwined in yours. He buried his head between the crook of your neck, returning the favor from earlier. You were both so close, your hips stuttering and his cock twitching in you. With a few more thrust, he cummed inside of you, biting into your neck to stifle his loud groan. The warmth of the orgasm filled you--equally comforting and indulgent. It pushed you over, and you cried out as your release washed throughout your entire body, leaving you so satisfied and so exhausted.
You both collapsed on your sides, his dick still inside you. You stared at each other while catching your breaths.
He gently ran his fingers along your chin and pressed a kiss on your swollen lips. “I missed this.”
You close your eyes, savoring his taste. “I missed you, too. So much.”
You placed his head on your chest. You ran one hand along his hair and rest the other on his sweaty back. He pressed light kisses against the swell of your breasts.
The two of you stayed like that, feeling the heat from his body engulf you. You never wanted to let go.
Gradually, you realized from the slow rise and fall of his chest that he had fallen asleep. You wanted to stay in this moment forever, but you could feel the mixture of your cum slowing running down your inner thigh. Gently, you pressed a warm kiss against his forehead before you rested his head on the pillow as you slowly slid out from under him to clean yourself off. You returned to his sleeping figure and run a warm towel over him. He stirred for a bit, but you shush him with small butterfly kisses.
He reached for you. So cute, you thought, melting at the sight.
You crawled around him to wrap him in your arms and throw your leg around his waist. You kissed the top of his head lightly. The comfort and tiredness hits you, and you sighed contently at he warmth radiating from your bare bodies. You felt so close Jihoon, to the one you love.
