Warnings/kinks : Oral (m receiving) | Nerd!Hendery | Virgin!Hendery | A very quick quicky | Name calling (Pathetic, needy thing, desperate fucker) | Degradation | A lot of swearing |
You couldn't ask for a better roommate than Hendery. He's always locked away in his room, glued to the computer he paid way too much for just because it lights up. Typical guy behavior.
On top of that, he always pays his share of the rent on time and makes sure your favorite snacks are always stocked in the pantry.
You step out of your bedroom to head to the bathroom. It's around three in the morning, and light is still spilling out from beneath Hendery's door. Does that surprise you? Not really. All he does is eat, sleep, and game. Honestly, it wouldn't even surprise you if one day you caught him doing all three at the same time.
You simply yawn as you keep walking, eager to crawl back into bed as soon as possible. You don't need to think about him any more than necessary.
But... You're quickly stopped in your tracks when you clearly hear, "Nah, man. My girl's sleeping. It's almost four in the morning." You slowly turn your head toward his door, barely raising an eyebrow as you wonder who exactly he's talking about.
Because as far as you know, you're the only girl in the apartment. So either he's talking about the ghost in the bathroom... Or he's talking about you.
And suddenly, an idea pops into your head. The kind of idea that feels absolutely brilliant at three in the morning—even though it really isn't. We'll just blame it on the fact that you were woken up in the middle of the night.
You knock on his door and are met with a distracted, "Yeah? Come in..." So you do. You open the door just enough to peek inside. Hendery glances over at you every now and then but barely takes his eyes off his monitor, completely focused on his game. He has, however, pushed one side of his headset off his ear so he can hear you.
"Was I too loud again? I'm sorry. I'll be careful."
You let the silence linger just a little too long before opening the door wider, revealing yourself in a pair of pajama shorts that are much too short.
"Baaabe... It's sooo late~ Why aren't you in bed...?"
Just like that, his finger freezes on the D key, sending his character spinning in circles while his mouse briefly drifts off to the side.
It takes him much longer than necessary before he finally turns to look at you, his cheeks already bright red. You can practically see the questions racing through his head.
"What...?"
"What's the matter, boyfriend? Don't you wanna keep your girl warm...?"
He swallows audibly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. That's when he reaches up and mutes the microphone on his headset, never taking his eyes off you.
"You heard that... didn't you?"
"What do you think?" you ask, barely lifting an eyebrow.
He presses his lips together, his blush spreading all the way to his ears. You can watch every emotion cross his face in real time. First, he's mortified. Then humiliated. Finally... Just plain embarrassed.
He parts his lips to speak, closes them again, then opens them once more. Nothing comes out. You could swear he's only two seconds away from crawling under his bed to hide.
"You really think your virgin ass has a chance with me?" you ask, your hand still resting on the doorknob.
His eyes go wide, his eyebrows shooting up as he nearly chokes on air.
"I'm not a virgin!" he blurts out with a nervous laugh. "I'm very sexually active, I'll have you know!"
"With who...? Your right hand? Don't make me laugh."
You dart your eyes toward his headboard, which sits against the wall shared with your bedroom.
"We share a wall. Like clockwork, you wake me up with your porn—which, by the way, you play way too loud at five in the morning."
You cross your arms, waiting for him to defend himself or call you a liar.
He does neither. Instead, he grips his mouse so tightly that his knuckles turn white, his hand visibly trembling.
"I don't understand why you're still a virgin, though," you admit, looking him up and down.
You slowly step closer to him, gently brushing the hair away from his forehead. His eyes never leave yours as your fingertips slowly trace along his jaw, your head tilting slightly to the side.
That's when he finally turns his chair to face you completely. You're so close now that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body through the thin fabric of his pajamas against your legs.
"You're pretty hot for a nerd."
Slowly, he closes his eyes and instinctively tilts his head, leaning into your touch to better feel your fingers against his skin. That simple gesture makes an involuntary sigh slip past your lips as you gently cup his cheek with your palm.
He looks back at you, his eyes half-lidded, his heartbeat quickening beneath your fingertips.
"Alright... I guess it's time I gave back to the community anyway."
He tilts his head a little farther, confusion written all over his face as he tries to figure out what you mean.
But he doesn't even get the chance to ask. You lower yourself onto your knees in front of him. Just as your hand reaches for the waistband of his pajama pants, you glance up at him. He's staring down at you with wide eyes, his chest rising and falling much faster than before.
"Unless you were saving it for someone special...?"
"Oh, fuck no, I wasn't," he blurts out, quickly helping you pull his pajama pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free.
You're not exactly surprised that he's already hard when you've barely even touched him. What does surprise you, though, is what he's been hiding in those pajama pants all these years.
"Oh God... Oh God... It's really happening... I'm getting my dick sucked... Oh God..."
A quiet laugh escapes you at his reaction, partly because you're making fun of him, but also because it's the first time in your life you've ever seen a man react like that over a simple blowjob.
"I don't even care that you're making fun of me... Fuck... You could call me names and tell me I'm disgusting, and I'd still take it like a good boy... Fucking hell..."
"You're so pathetic... It's almost sad."
"Mhm... Fucking pathetic and sad... Uh-huh..."
You briefly roll your eyes before slowly dragging your tongue along his length from bottom to top, then retracing the same path back down.
He's already whining above you, both hands gripping the armrests of his gaming chair.
"You sound so needy... A needy little thing that doesn't even deserve to get his dick sucked."
"Oh God... Please... Don't... Don't stop..."
"Don't stop what? Insulting you? Touching you?"
"Both... Both... Keep doing both... Tell me how pathetic I am... Tell me you don't even want my dick in your mouth... Say it... Fucking destroy me emotionally and physically..."
You barely raise an eyebrow as you look up at him. He isn't looking back. His eyes are squeezed shut, his head resting against the headrest while his fingers dig into the armrests of his gaming chair.
Never in your life would you have imagined hearing those kinds of words come out of the mouth of your usually quiet, painfully shy roommate. But here you are.
“Don't tell me what to say, you desperate fucker... I'll say whatever I want.”
Another whine escapes him as he squeezes his eyes shut even tighter.
“Okay... okay... okay... I'm sorry...”
After spending another moment simply holding him in your hand, you straighten up on your knees and take just the tip into your mouth, slowly sucking on it. You barely move your tongue, giving him time to get used to the warmth of your mouth.
And yet... He's already moaning and whimpering as if you were doing so much more.
“Oh, fucking fuck... Shit... Fuck, fuck...”
He sucks in a sharp breath just as you take a little more of him into your mouth, your tongue slowly caressing him at the same time.
His hips give a few small thrusts, making the tip of his cock bump against your palate a couple of times before he finally cums into your mouth with a moan much deeper than the breathy little whines he's been letting out this whole time.
Slowly, you pull away once he's finally finished, looking back up at him as you lazily lick your lips.
“I'd better not hear you calling me your girlfriend again.”
He weakly bites his lip, tears still gathered in his eyes from his orgasm, but he nods anyway.
He looks completely fucked out of his mind. His forehead is damp with sweat, his lower lip still marked with the imprint of his teeth. Not to mention his cheeks and ears, both flushed bright red because of you.
“I won't... I promise...”
“But who knows... If I get bored enough, I might fuck you next time.”
Just like that, you get back to your feet. Without missing a beat, you smack your palm against his forehead before turning on your heel and walking away.
As for him...? All he can do is watch you leave with wide eyes, his attention lingering on your ass until you disappear from view.
Wordcount: 8.3k
Warnings/kinks: Humiliation | Exhibitionism/Voyeurism | Smoking (cigarette) | Deception | Oral (f & m receiving) | Corruption kink | Manipulation | Pretending to be inexperienced | Unprotected sex | He talks you through it | Petnames | Daddy kink | Cockwarming | Cum eating | Fingering (a lot of it) | Edging/orgasm denial |
Summary: After Haechan yesterday, you're taking things easy today.. Or so you think.
Author's note: FINALLY. God it's embarrassing how long it took to write that one... 🥹 If you see me start yet another project, please tell me I'm being stupid because I already barely can manage the ones I have rn.. (You can thank Motionless in White and Ice Nine Kills. I was able to finish this episode while listening to their songs.)
**Though next chapter shouldn't be too long to write, since not much happens that day. So I shouldn't take that long to post episode 4. No promises. I can't keep those, apparently. 🥲
I am in my "obsessed with Jaehyun" era... And I feel like it shows...
You’re in the kitchen, preparing a small picnic to take to the beach with the guys.
You practically had to beg them to come with you—you just want a good day, full of laughter and fun.
You slice strawberries slowly, and it doesn’t take long before Hendery leans an elbow on the counter right in front of you, biting his lip.
“Don’t forget to bring water. You’ll need to hydrate real good today. Mhm.” he says, nodding with an almost innocent smile.
But you know better. There’s absolutely nothing innocent about Hendery. You slowly lift your eyes to him, raising a brow.
“And why today more than any other day..?”
“Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby…”
He shakes his head as he straightens up, clicking his tongue repeatedly. But he doesn’t answer. Instead, he walks around the counter and comes to stand right beside you. He wraps an arm around your waist, barely pressing himself against you as he tilts his head slightly.
“You’ll be in the sun… tanning like a little poptart… You need to hydrate, or you’ll get a headache… We don’t want that, do we..?~”
You slowly shake your head, never breaking eye contact, swallowing softly.
“That’s what I thought, little cutie. Pack a fuck ton of it. You’ll need it..~”
He winks at you, then disappears just as quickly as he came, whistling like he’s having the best day of his life.
You finish packing your picnic and place everything into your carrier—plenty of water bottles and a few beers, because you know the guys. Any excuse is a good excuse for a beer.
With your carrier slung behind you, you head to the beach at an easy pace, spreading a large blanket across the sand—big enough for everyone to sit without being piled on top of each other.
The first one to join you is Kun—and that doesn’t surprise you in the slightest.
He’s always the one who makes sure you never feel alone.
He helps you adjust the blanket, and once it’s done, he suddenly pushes you down just enough to climb over you and pepper your face with kisses, laughing softly. His obvious good mood warms your heart instantly.
So much that you laugh beneath him, wrapping your legs around his hips to keep him close, your fingers gently gripping his shirt.
“So full of love, my baby..~” he whispers before pressing a soft kiss to your nose.
“Always..~”
He chuckles softly—and right then, a quiet throat clearing breaks the moment.
You lift your head to look, and it’s none other than Jisung, wearing his usual shy expression.
“If you’d rather I come back later…”
You shake your head and sit up under Kun, reaching a hand out toward the younger one.
Your boyfriend, though, glances away for a second before letting out a quiet sigh and moving back to sit a little farther away.
“Are you sure..?”
As soon as you nod, Jisung smiles softly and joins you on the blanket, sitting across from you.
He adjusts his glasses nervously, his gaze not quite meeting yours—like he’s looking at your ear instead, just to give the illusion of eye contact without actually doing it. You don’t comment on it. You know how anxious he can get.
“How are you today..?”
“I feel brand new, thanks to you~” you say with a light laugh.
He blushes faintly, biting his lip in a subtle, almost unconscious way.
“I’m glad I could help after Haechan’s hurricane..”
As if his name alone summoned him, Kun shifts closer, his eyes never leaving Jisung.
“What does he mean by that..?”
“Nothing..”
You shake your head with a small laugh, clearly not wanting to answer. You know that if you tell Kun what happened—that Haechan just left you like that in the pool—he’s going to lose it. And okay… maybe he’d have a reason to. But still. You don’t want that.
“Actually…” Jisung says after taking a deep breath. “It wasn’t nothing.”
And for the first time since he arrived, he finally looks straight at you—making it clear he’s going to say it whether you like it or not.
“After he ruined her… and called her really degrading names… he just left her like that.”
Kun slowly drags his tongue over his upper teeth, raising a brow just slightly. And you can clearly see the anger settling across his face.
“I… I had to go get her, because he just left her by the pool… wrecked, with tears in her eyes…”
“I wasn’t—”
“You might not have noticed because you were fucked out of your mind… but the second I took you in my arms… you had tears in your eyes.”
Before you can even process it, Kun is already on his feet, heading straight back toward the house.
You watch him until he disappears, then turn your gaze back to Jisung, lightly biting the inside of your cheek.
“Why did you tell him..?”
He swallows hard, looking away so he doesn’t have to meet your eyes—but he still answers.
“Because what he did shouldn’t go unpunished. You let him use you, degrade you… and he thanked you by making you cry…” he says, shaking his head slowly. “That’s unacceptable.”
You barely have time to respond before Hendery comes crashing in and drops down beside you. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your waist.
“Started drinking? It’s important, little lady~ Or you’ll end up dry like a raisin..”
You roll your eyes dramatically, grab a water bottle, and chug it in one go before looking back at him—almost like you’re daring him to remind you again.
He bites his lip, letting out a low, almost perverted chuckle.
“Such a good… good girl..~”
A small smile tugs at your lips as you blush faintly, trying not to show how much his words affect you.
To distract yourself, you crawl toward Jisung on all fours, slowly batting your lashes without ever breaking eye contact.
“I wanna make out… like we did yesterday..~”
His ears turn red instantly as his gaze darts around before he points at himself, eyes wide. And that simple reaction makes you giggle—he’s just too cute.
“Yes, you. Remember how you were grinding against me..?”
“You were the one grinding on me…” he murmurs, barely above a whisper, swallowing hard.
“So you do remember..~”
You slowly climb onto him until he’s lying flat on his back, straddling him completely.
He lets out small, uncertain sounds, his hands gripping the blanket tightly beneath him. He has no idea if he’s allowed to touch you, so he clings to it instead—like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.
“Jisung-ah… can I kiss you..?”
He swallows audibly, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat.
“I… yes, I think..?”
He takes a sharp breath as his glasses slide up toward his forehead—and you don’t wait another second.
You lean down and capture his lips, your hands wandering slowly over his chest and stomach. You kiss him softly, just the way you remember he likes.
Your tongue brushes against his lips, and like it’s second nature, he opens for you—letting your tongue slip inside to meet his.
You start rolling your hips against him slowly, and the movement makes his legs twitch, knees bumping lightly against your ass. It doesn’t hurt—it just presses you closer, increasing the friction between you.
You lift your head just enough to glance back at him—only to catch him palming himself over his shorts, eyes locked exactly where you’re grinding against Jisung.
“Don’t be shy, baby..~” the Macanese murmurs, voice lower now. “Show him how good that pussy is… I wanna see..~”
At the same time, Jaehyun steps closer, hands in his pockets, his lip caught between his teeth.
“Can I watch too..?” he asks, leaning just above you.
Without even thinking, you nod, your attention already drifting back to Jisung—who’s now flushed from his face all the way to his ears.
“I bet 30 he won’t get past grinding. He’ll finish in his shorts,” Jaehyun laughs.
“Yeah? I bet you 40 he won’t,” Hendery shoots back confidently.
Ten finally walks over, slowly licking his popsicle, sunglasses resting on his nose.
“100 says he finishes from a handjob,” Ten adds, sitting down on the other side of the Macanese.
You turn your attention back to Jisung, laughing softly, clearly entertained—while he looks completely overwhelmed. Still, he doesn’t say anything. He just lets you do whatever you want.
“Let’s prove them wrong..~” you whisper against his lips.
“I… no… I can’t… I won’t last…” he admits, stuttering slightly as he shakes his head.
“Yes, you can..~”
You kiss him again, starting to move against him once more—but much slower this time. You don’t want the game to end too quickly.
“Ji… you’re cheating. Touch her,” Jaehyun says with a laugh.
“Hey! You’re the one trying to cheat!” Ten shoots back, sounding mock-offended.
“Shhh!” Hendery cuts in, clearly amused.
“Wanna touch me..?”
“Oh… no, no… I can’t touch you… god, no, I can’t…” Jisung whines against your lips, a little too loudly.
“Why..?”
“I… I won’t last if I touch you… I just know it…”
You laugh softly against his mouth, then slowly slide your hand down his arm until you reach his hand. You lace your fingers with his, then guide it upward—slipping it under your shirt.
Without hesitation, you press his hand against your bare chest—and instantly—
He lets out a louder sound against your lips, hips bucking beneath you. It doesn’t take long before his movements stutter, his breathing turning uneven as he finishes in his shorts, your name slipping out between each kiss you press to his lips.
“Haha~ pay up, fuckers~” Jaehyun laughs loudly, holding his hand out toward the others.
They both groan, muttering about how unfair it is—but still pull out their phones to send him the money.
“Jisung-ah… you’re still with me..?”
Your voice softens as you sit up slightly to look at him—but he can’t answer. Instead, he just closes his eyes and nods slowly, his breathing still shaky.
“Mhm…” is all he manages.
In the distance, Kun comes back from the house, his jaw still tight—but the second his eyes land on you, his expression softens, a smile forming on his lips.
“What did you do this time..?” he asks as he reaches you, running a hand through your hair.
“The boys were making bets…” you say innocently. “And Jisungie ended up… finishing in his pants..~”
Kun lets out a snort, glancing down at the younger one.
“Doesn’t take much, does it..?” he teases.
Jisung turns his head away, cheeks burning even redder than before. You stay on his lap, casually chatting with your boyfriend.
“What did you do to Haechan..?” you ask, biting your lip lightly.
He exhales through his nose and rolls his eyes.
“I didn’t kill him, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Kunie…” you pout.
“I revoked his right to touch you,” he says with a shrug. “And I told him not to get his hopes up about touching you again…”
You frown, crossing your arms over your chest, clearly not happy with that answer.
“Baobei… what would you have wanted me to do..? He made my girl cry.”
“A four-day time-out would’ve been enough, you know…”
“Four days..? C’mon… that’s barely even a punishment.”
Suddenly, Jisung’s hands settle on your hips, a soft, shaky sound slipping from him despite himself.
“Please… stop moving…”
Your brows lift immediately, and when you look down at him, you notice the tears in his eyes.
At first, you think he’s crying… but when you look closer, you catch that unmistakable flicker of pleasure—and that’s when it hits you.
You never stopped moving against him. You’ve been overstimulating him.
“It doesn’t feel good..?” you ask, slowing your movements.
“I… I didn’t say that…” he murmurs, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I just don’t want the guys to see me cry because it feels too good… nn…”
You immediately stop moving altogether.
And right away, he lets out a relieved breath, thanking you under his breath as his fingers tighten slightly against your skin.
And just like that, you grinding on Jisung becomes old news. The guys fall into a conversation, no longer really paying attention to the two of you.
When you get off Jisung, Hendery grabs your arm and pulls you down onto him, making you lie against his chest—your head resting on his collarbone, his arms wrapped around you.
“Cuddle with me..~” he says with a soft laugh.
You frown slightly, but nod anyway.
A second later, Ten crawls over on all fours toward Jisung, his popsicle still between his lips.
“You should go wash up… looks like you pissed your pants.”
“Hyung… shut up…” Jisung mutters, quickly covering his face with his hands.
“I’m just saying~”
Ten sits back, continuing to tease him.
After a moment, Hendery stretches his arm out and brings a bottle up to your lips.
“Drink up, beautiful. I told you—you need to hydrate.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jaehyun slowly turn his head toward you, his mouth falling open.
“Dude, seriously..?” he asks, clearly surprised.
Hendery shifts slightly beneath you, muttering something in Korean that makes Jaehyun’s jaw drop even more, a breathy laugh slipping out of him.
Kun glances over briefly, then shakes his head with a sigh.
“Open your mouth, gorgeous~” Hendery says, still holding the bottle to your lips.
You slowly open your mouth and take a sip.
“Please stop… I’m not thirsty…”
“Aiyaaa… your body just isn’t communicating properly with your brain. That’s all~”
You pout faintly, but keep drinking anyway. It’s not like you can drink too much water… especially when you barely drink enough as it is.
Kun rubs his forehead, eyes squeezed shut as he lets out a heavy sigh.
“What’s wrong?” you ask softly.
“Nothing, nothing… I’ll be right back. Don’t do anything you wouldn’t do with me while I’m gone, yeah..?”
You tilt your head slightly, confused by what he means. Hendery laughs beneath you as Kun gets up and walks off.
At the same time, you slip out of Hendery’s arms and stand, pulling your dress over your head—now left in a red bikini that leaves very little to the imagination.
“Don’t you look like a snack…” Hendery murmurs, eyes shamelessly dragging over your body.
“I know~”
You giggle softly, then walk toward the water, dipping your feet in first before wading up to your knees—until you feel a large hand settle on your shoulder.
“Wanna race me to the rock?”
You turn toward Jaehyun, looking up at him with a laugh.
“What happens to the loser?” you tease.
He slowly licks his lips, clearly amused.
“No matter who loses… the result’s the same. I’ll have my way with you behind it..~”
“I like that…” you admit, biting your lip. “See you there, yeah?”
He winks, then dives in first—and you quickly follow after him.
You’re not exactly the best swimmer, though, so it takes you a while to get there, stopping a few times to catch your breath.
“Take your time… I’m in no rush…” Jaehyun calls out, already at the rock, clearly teasing you.
“I’m not a good swimmer…” you say, slightly out of breath.
“I figured, doll.”
The smile on his face makes you want to hit him—you know he’s making fun of you, even if he’s trying to hide it. And he’s really not that good at hiding it.
“Whatchu—oh, the fucker’s smarter than me and I hate it…” Ten calls out loudly enough for you to hear.
You ignore him, your eyes locked on Jaehyun, a little more embarrassed now because you’re struggling so much.
“Stop looking at me… it makes me even more self-conscious…” you pout.
He laughs. “Alright, alright,” then turns his back to you, resting his forearms on the rock so he won’t look anymore. But now you’re distracted by how muscular his back is.
You keep swimming toward him, and after what feels like forever, you finally reach him. The first thing you do is grab onto his arm, your breathing so fast it sounds like you just ran a marathon.
“Hey, beautiful.”
He wraps an arm gently around your waist, pulling you closer—and like it’s second nature, you wrap your legs around his hips, your arms around his neck.
“Come on, baby.”
His voice is so soft that you can’t help but look at him as he swims with just one arm, never letting go of you. He brings you behind the rock, where it’s impossible for Kun to see you.
“Kun made this game way too easy,” he says, clearly amused.
“How so?”
“It’s my job. I analyze and calculate everything. Usually, when I walk into a room, I think about how I’d renovate it… which walls I’d knock down, how I’d decorate it…”
He presses your back gently against the rock, his lips hovering just inches from yours. The warmth of his breath makes a shiver run down your spine.
“But since we got here… everything I calculate is how to get away with fucking you.”
He captures your lips softly, and your hands immediately wander over him, feeling his muscles under your fingers.
His tongue slowly drags across your lips, and that’s all it takes for you to open up for him—letting your tongues move together in a slow, heated rhythm.
A soft whine slips from you against his mouth as, without even thinking, you start moving your hips against him— he's already hard just from kissing you.
“That’s it, baby… keep moving those hips for me. You’re doing so good,” he murmurs, breath uneven.
And you do exactly that—until you turn into a mess of soft whines and broken sounds. That’s when he starts moving against you too, making the friction between you even more addictive.
“It sounds like your pussy needs some attention… I’ll take care of that, baby girl.”
Slowly, he slides a hand between your bodies, pushing your bikini bottom aside so his thumb can find your clit. The pressure is just right—making you tremble against him, small sounds slipping past your lips.
“I know, I know… just let me play with you a bit, mm?”
You nod slowly, letting your head fall back against the rock as you try to relax. Not because you’re nervous—but because you’re anticipating what he’s going to do so much that your whole body feels tense.
“Relax for me, baby…”
He leans in to kiss your neck slowly, unhurried. And just that makes your legs soften slightly around him, even though you don’t let go.
“Good girl…” he whispers against your skin.
Still gentle, he slides his middle finger between your folds, teasing your entrance—pressing just the tip inside a few times. You grip his hair, tightening your fingers as his name leaves your lips in a barely-there whimper.
“Mm? Use your words, baby. Tell daddy what you want.”
You bite your lip hard, eyes locked on his, completely yielding.
“I want your fingers… please, daddy…” you whisper.
He mutters something against your neck that you don’t quite catch, then bites just hard enough to make your hips jerk—right as he slowly pushes a finger inside you, so painfully slow it draws a needy sound from you.
“I know you wanna cum, baby… but I wanna make you squirm so fucking bad…”
“Nnn… no… please, fuck me… please, please…”
He bites your neck a little harder, groaning softly as he barely picks up the pace of his finger.
“I wish I could, baby,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “But I can’t right now. Not here.”
You don’t even ask why—you already know. There’s nothing safe about doing it against a rock like this. It’d be more trouble than anything… not to mention the risk.
“Make me cum on your fingers… in a way that all I’ll think about today is you…”
“Oh, baby…” he chuckles softly, lips brushing your burning skin. “You’ll think about me even after this little vacation is over, I promise..~”
Slowly, he adds a second finger to the first, moving his hand more firmly—his palm brushing against your clit with every motion.
And instantly, you get so loud that all you can hear is yourself—and the wet sound of his hand against your heat. It sounds obscene, exaggerated… but you’re not the type to fake anything.
Jaehyun is just that good with his fingers that you don’t even try to stay quiet anymore.
“Keep being loud, baby. I love it..”
He lifts his head to look at you, eyes half-lidded with desire.
His long fingers curl inside you, hitting that exact spot that makes your legs tremble.
“That’s it… I got you, baby. You’re doing so good for me.”
Just as you’re about to say something, a sharper moan escapes your lips instead—and that’s when you cum against his hand.
Your thighs tighten around his waist as your head falls back against the rock, his name spilling from your lips like it’s the only word you were ever meant to say.
He captures your lips in a hungry kiss, like he’s been holding back for too long. His fingers keep pumping inside you until he’s sure you’ve fully come down from your orgasm.
The second he pulls them out, your head drops against his shoulder, breath uneven. You try to speak, clinging to him—but nothing coherent comes out, and he lets out a soft chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.
“It’s like my whole body was made just to please you, baby girl..”
You nod slowly, licking your lips as a soft sigh escapes you. He really just drained the energy out of you—and even you’re surprised by it.
“But don’t say that in front of Kun… he might take it the wrong way…”
He brushes your hair back over your shoulder, his fingers trailing down your skin, soothing.
“I’m not trying to get my career ruined. Don’t worry,” he says, amused.
You lightly squeeze his skin, laughing softly. You know he’s joking—but you also know exactly what your boyfriend is capable of.
“How am I supposed to swim back like this…?”
You sigh, a little annoyed at yourself. You’re going to be weak for a while, and the rock is starting to feel uncomfortable against your skin.
“I’ll carry you.”
“How…?” you pout.
“You’ll just have to trust me.”
Without hesitation, you nod. You trust him—and you don’t think he’d do anything to break that.
Gently, he pulls you against him and pushes off the rock. Then he shifts you onto your back, one arm wrapped securely around you as he swims easily back toward the beach.
“Is there anything you can’t do?” you ask, amused, watching the sky drift above you.
“I was a lifeguard when I was a teen… You have no idea how many girls faked drowning just so I’d rescue them..”
You snicker softly, amused.
“You’ve always been handsome, huh..?”
“I guess…” he shrugs slightly, eyes forward.
He swims effortlessly—and as you get closer to shore, you hear Jisung and Kun panicking.
Jisung is practically hyperventilating, while Kun is raising his voice, throwing out curses in Korean.
You try to speak, but they’re already spiraling, and you don’t even bother trying to talk over them.
“Did you drown her?!” Jisung blurts, panic clear in his voice.
“I swear to god, if you hurt her—!”
Jaehyun rolls his eyes, then stands up in the shallow water, still holding you against him.
“I just fucked her so good she couldn’t swim back on her own,” he says flatly. “Stop acting like we’re trying to hurt your girl…”
You hear a loud splash rushing toward you, and without asking, Kun pulls you out of Jaehyun’s arms, lifting you bridal-style into his own.
“Kunie…” you murmur softly, looking up at him. “I promise, Jae didn’t hurt me.”
“I don’t care. I got scared, and now I need to hold you…”
The moment your cheek rests against his chest, you feel his heart pounding wildly beneath your skin—and it makes you bite your lip.
“I’m sorry, qīn’ài de… I’m sorry I scared you…”
His expression softens at the nickname, and he lowers his gaze to kiss your forehead.
“I would die if something happened to you… I’m sorry I lose my temper so fast every time…”
You shake your head gently, your hand sliding over his chest, fingertips tracing his skin.
“I don’t mind. Your love feels good~” you giggle.
He lets out a breathy laugh before gently setting you back down on the blanket. The second you feel the fabric under you, Hendery rolls twice to land right beside you, biting his lip.
“Thirsty?~”
Kun smacks him across the face—without holding back—and Hendery’s eyes go wide in shock.
“What the fuck?”
“You’re not pissing on her, and she’s not pissing on you. That’s where I draw the line.”
Hendery throws his head back dramatically, whining like a child.
“Whyyyyy?”
“Because my girl isn’t a fucking urinal, that’s why…”
The Macanese flops onto his back, placing the back of his hand over his eyes with a dramatic sigh.
“What am I supposed to do with her then..?”
You turn your head to look at him, eyes narrowing slightly.
“You wanted to piss on me..?” you ask, half-whispering, half-offended.
“We would’ve peed on each other…”
He sighs again, pretending to cry.
“He ruined my plans for the day… I’m… a sad, sad man now…”
“Oh boo fucking hoo…” Kun mutters, sitting down beside you.
Your boyfriend leans onto one elbow next to you, gently brushing your damp hair away from your face, his fingers soft against your skin while you stare up at the sky, feeling calm again.
“You promise he didn’t do anything to hurt you? You can tell me.”
You turn your head toward him with a soft smile, clearing your throat before whispering:
“The only thing he did was make me see stars with his fingies~”
The stupid little smile on your lips wipes his right off his face, replacing it with something more serious.
“Well… I can make you see the pearly gates when I use my fingers… so I’m not impressed.”
You try to hold it in—but fail. A laugh escapes you, genuinely amused by what he just said. Not because it’s untrue—but because of how it sounds.
“That makes it sound like you almost kill me when you use your fingers.”
Hendery bursts out laughing beside you, completely forgetting he was sulking.
“Damn, ge… and you’re worried when we touch her??”
Kun rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath as he frowns, repeating what he said a few times before looking back at you.
“What did I say wrong? It means I make you see heaven…”
“If you see the pearly gates, my love… it’s because you’re dead.”
You laugh softly, lifting your hand to cup his cheek.
Kun lets out a low grumble, then buries his face into your neck, pulling you closer as he mutters, “whatever.”
You can tell he’s a little offended you corrected his English, so you don’t push it.
You giggle softly as his warm breath tickles your skin.
“Baaaabe! It tickles~~”
“Don’t care…” he mumbles against your neck, tightening his hold on you.
You squirm lightly in his arms, calling his name and pushing at him—but it only makes him hold you tighter. And, of course, that just makes you laugh even more.
By dinnertime, Kun brings you into the dining room before everyone else.
When he sits at the head of the table like usual, he grabs your wrist, stopping you from taking your usual seat beside him. It throws you off for a second, but you stay standing next to him, all your attention on him.
“Tonight, you’re eating while cockwarming me. And I’m not asking.”
Your cheeks flush deeper, but you nod anyway.
“Good girl.”
He undoes his belt and unzips his pants, pulling himself out, still soft.
Without ceremony, he strokes himself slowly, not needing much time to harden—especially while watching you slip your underwear off, your fingers trembling slightly on the fabric.
“Come here, baby.”
A little too eagerly, you lower yourself onto him with your back to his chest, guiding him to your entrance.
Slowly, you sink down onto him, already wet. Once you’re fully seated, a small sound slips from your lips. It doesn’t hurt—but there’s a faint discomfort, the kind that always comes before you adjust. It takes everything in you not to just bounce on him and chase the pleasure you know is waiting.
He pulls your dress down over your thighs, covering the two of you so no one can see what’s happening under the table.
You do your best to keep your expression neutral—and one by one, the others start filing in.
To your right: Xiaojun, Ten, and Haechan.
To your left: Jaehyun, Jisung, and Hendery.
“You’re gonna make her feed you again?” Jaehyun asks, amused.
“Would that bother you?” Kun replies casually, his elbow resting on the arm of his chair.
“No… it’s just weird.”
Jaehyun shrugs as plates are set down in front of everyone.
Without looking at anyone, you start eating, trying not to focus on the way Kun fills you—especially when he shifts slightly beneath you to get comfortable.
Conversation flows easily, everyone talking about the day and what happened earlier.
“Mm!” Haechan suddenly cuts in. “I heard Jaehyun almost drowned her. That true?”
“I didn’t drown her…” Jaehyun rolls his eyes. “We just had a good time, and she couldn’t swim herself back.”
Kun clears his throat behind you, his hand sliding onto your thigh.
“His ‘fingies’ made you see stars, if I recall correctly?” he murmurs, his fingers pressing lightly into your skin.
You keep your eyes on your plate, ignoring him. You hope he’ll drop it and move on.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, his hips roll slowly beneath you—just enough to make you shift on him. Just enough to pull a soft moan out of you. And it is not subtle.
Slowly, every head turns toward you, their gazes dropping exactly where Kun is inside you—though they can’t actually see it.
“What the fuck are you doing…?” Hendery asks, mouth still half full.
“Mmm… me..?” Kun replies with a quiet laugh.
Hendery nods slowly, no longer chewing.
Kun hums again, then slides his hand up your thigh and lifts your dress—revealing that you’re completely bare underneath, sitting on him with his pants still lowered.
“Oh good lord…” Xiaojun mutters, turning his head away, cheeks flushed red.
Without a word, Jisung stands—but before he can even take a step, Kun slams his hand down on the table.
“Sit down,” he says, voice sharp and authoritative.
Immediately, Jisung sits back down, eyes fixed on his lap.
“I feel like some of you,” Kun continues, his gaze settling on Jaehyun, “are starting to forget who she belongs to. And I can’t have that.”
Jaehyun subtly rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair, fingers tapping against the table. The irritation on his face is obvious.
“Put your fork down, baby.”
The second you set your fork down, Kun nudges your plate forward, sliding it away from you.
Then, without hesitation, he lifts you off him—only to guide you forward, bending you over the table.
He stands up right after you and starts fucking you against the table without hesitation. One hand grips the back of your neck, forcing your head to turn toward Jaehyun, your cheek pressed against the table.
His hips snap into you—rough and fast—and all it does is pull louder moans from your lips, your eyes locked with Jaehyun’s. The Korean bites down hard on his lip, shifting in his seat like he doesn’t know whether to stay put… or get up and take your boyfriend’s place behind you.
Kun’s other hand comes down in a harsh slap against your ass, making your sounds break louder.
You try to quiet yourself, to hide just how much you love being watched—six pairs of eyes fixed on you. God… you live for moments like this. Being looked at like that—by six men who all want you just the same.
“Who do you belong to, baby?”
“Ku—Daddy… I belong to daddy.”
“That’s right. You belong to me.”
He lifts your hips slightly, angling you for deeper thrusts, a low growl rumbling behind you.
“Nn… you love their eyes on you, don’t you? I can feel you clench around me like the little slut you are…”
“I like it… I like when they look at me, daddy.”
“What else do you like, baby? Mm?”
You shake your head—but he doesn’t let that slide. Two sharp slaps land on your ass, just as hard as each other.
“Their hands… I like when they touch me… want me… fuck… I love everything they do to me…”
“I knew it,” he mutters through clenched teeth. “Even Haechan? He wasn’t nice to you.”
“I like when Haechan hurts me…”
“Wrong answer…”
He pulls out of you completely, and before you can even process it, a low groan leaves him as you feel him cum against your ass. The warmth of his cum is strangely comforting—in the most twisted way possible.
You know what this means. He’s not finishing what he started. And the thought alone makes you clench around nothing.
“Ten,” Kun calls, barely raising his voice.
“Yeah?” the Thai answers, already looking at him.
“Come clean her up, will you?”
“You mean like…?”
Ten sticks his tongue out slightly, pointing to it without breaking eye contact.
“What else?”
He’s on his feet instantly, laughing, clearly in a good mood.
“Don’t mind if I do..~”
Without hesitation, you feel Ten’s tongue on your skin, licking along your ass—cleaning Kun’s release with a little too much enthusiasm.
He takes his time. More than necessary. And without warning, his mouth shifts lower—his tongue and lips finding your pussy, still aching for attention. You grow loud again almost instantly.
Jaehyun slowly lifts a hand, brushing your hair away from your face. His breathing is uneven, faster than usual, and he tries to hide it by clearing his throat—but he’s not fooling anyone.
Ten pushes his tongue into you in a way that feels too good, making your eyes roll back before you squeeze them shut— And just like that, it stops.
Ten lets out a small, frustrated sound.
“Ge… whyyy?”
You lift yourself slightly, looking back—and immediately see Kun gripping Ten by the hair, holding him away from you.
“She doesn’t get to cum,” your boyfriend says, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “And… I’d stay away from her if I were you. She can get… pretty needy and rough when she’s denied.”
Kun releases him, and Ten slowly straightens, wiping his mouth.
“I love a feisty woman.”
You stay bent over the table for a moment, catching your breath, while everyone around it slowly goes back to eating— Like nothing just happened. Like you’re not still there, breath shaky, silently begging for someone—anyone—to finish what he started.
But no one does.
So you push yourself back up, sit down on Kun again—his pants now pulled back up—and start eating slowly, your appetite completely gone.
The silence around the table is heavy. So heavy that no one dares look at anyone else— Except Ten. In your peripheral vision, you can feel his gaze on you. And even without a word, you can tell exactly what’s running through his mind.
Later that evening, you’re sitting on the couch in a pale purple camisole that leaves very little to the imagination, paired with matching lace panties. What stands out right away is the fact that you’re not wearing a bra.
You slowly sip from the glass of wine in your hand, your eyes fixed on the TV. Some random movie is playing, but you can’t focus on it.
All you can think about is how none of them have dared to touch you since your orgasm was denied at dinner. And it’s slowly driving you insane.
As you tap ash into your makeshift ashtray, Xiaojun walks into the living room, a soft smile on his lips.
“Mind if I sit with you?”
You glance at him, take a drag from your cigarette, then nod slowly.
He sits beside you—but still keeps a bit of distance, like he doesn’t dare get too close.
“We’re not supposed to smoke inside…” he whispers with a soft laugh.
“What’s he gonna do? Deny me an orgasm again?” you reply with a quiet laugh—but there’s no real amusement in your voice.
He bites his lip slightly, brushing his hands over his jeans as if smoothing out imaginary wrinkles.
“He does that a lot…? That sucks.”
Slowly, he places a hand on your thigh. You flinch slightly—not because it startles you, but because even that simple touch tightens the ache that’s been building in your lower stomach since dinner.
“He does it just enough to hit a nerve every time…”
He nods, inching a little closer—still not quite touching you.
“I know everyone’s avoiding you right now… but if there’s anything I can do… to help you—”
“Let me ride you,” you cut in immediately.
His eyes go wide, completely caught off guard. He clearly didn’t expect you to skip straight to the point like that.
A small whimper slips from him, his fingers tightening on his jeans as he keeps staring at you.
“Is that what you want—? I mean… we can do that… if it helps you feel better…”
You sit up slightly to look at him, then stub out your cigarette, exhaling the smoke just above his head—making him squeeze his eyes shut, thinking for a second you’d blow it in his face.
“You were quick to say yes…”
There’s no mockery in your tone—just surprise. You didn’t expect him to agree that fast. You’ve never really done anything like this with him. For a long time, you’ve assumed he’s pretty inexperienced.
He stutters, then quickly tries to stand, hands lifting in a flustered motion.
“N-never mind…”
You grab his wrist before he can leave, stopping him instantly.
“Oh no… I wasn’t judging, baby boy. I am riding that cock.”
His eyes widen even more, his blush spreading all the way to his ears.
“O-okay…”
You pull him to stand between your legs, and without wasting a second, you undo his pants and push them down to his ankles.
He’s already hard. So you don’t tease—you take him straight into your mouth.
At a steady rhythm, your head moves up and down, coating him in your saliva as soft sounds escape your lips around him.
His hand finds your head almost immediately, fingers tangling in your hair as small noises leave him—somewhere between pleasure and disbelief.
You skillfully move your tongue along him without pulling away, and it only makes things worse for him. His hips jerk forward, his breathing turning uneven.
“Oh sh— f— fu—…”
That reaction only makes you pick up the pace.
“Jaehyun wasn’t kidding… god…”
At that, you push him deeper—taking him down your throat—and Xiaojun sounds like he’s barely holding himself together, moaning louder, tugging lightly at your hair.
“Stop—stop!”
You lift your head, pulling him out of your mouth with a wet, obscene sound.
“What did I do wrong…?” you ask, slightly out of breath.
“Nothing… I—I was gonna cum…”
He flushes even deeper at his own words, clearly embarrassed—as if you forced the confession out of him. And yeah… you can imagine that’s not exactly easy to admit.
“Oh.” That’s all you manage, eyes a little wide.
But before he can say anything else, you grab his arm and pull him down onto the couch, making him sit as he watches you move.
It doesn’t take long before you’re straddling him.
You don’t even bother taking your panties off—you just push them aside with one hand, using the other to guide him into you. No ceremony, no hesitation—you sink all the way down on him.
And just like that, you start moving.
Your pace is rougher than usual—faster, more desperate—because you simply can’t help it. And he doesn’t seem to mind.
If anything, he gets loud under you almost instantly, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. You don’t mind. You love marks.
Your head falls back as a heavy moan leaves your lips, one of your hands wrapping around his throat—squeezing just enough without cutting off his breath.
The second you open your eyes, you lock gazes with Kun, a smirk already playing on his lips.
And even when he speaks, you don’t slow down.
“Someone didn’t waste time.”
His gaze drags over you—your fingers tightening around Xiaojun’s throat, the way you bounce on him, your cheeks flushed with heat.
But then his eyes narrow when he spots the makeshift ashtray on the coffee table—a cigarette stubbed out inside.
“Did you smoke inside…?”
You nod, your hand sliding from Xiaojun’s throat up into his hair, gripping it sharply—pulling a louder moan out of him.
“Why? You know it’s against the rules…”
“To piss you off—fuck… shit… he’s good…”
Kun slowly runs his tongue over his teeth, letting out a heavy breath before turning away, irritated.
Your attention drops back to Xiaojun. His hair is a mess, his eyes unfocused, his hips trying to move against yours—but not nearly as hard.
“Fuck… babe… your dick feels fucking amazing…”
“It does…?”
Your free hand returns to his throat, squeezing just enough to make his eyes roll back, a deeper moan tearing from his lips—while your other hand still tugs at his hair.
“I’m gonna—”
He can’t even finish his sentence.
“Me too… cum with me, Junie…”
You grind harder, faster—and it doesn’t take long before your orgasm hits, crashing through you as you come around his cock. He follows almost instantly, finishing inside you.
He leans forward, resting his forehead against your chest, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You run your fingers through his hair, holding him close while you both struggle to catch your breath.
“That was… amazing, Junie…” you whisper softly.
“It wasn’t too bad… for someone with not much experience…?”
“It wasn’t bad at all… don’t even worry about that~”
You laugh quietly, and he laughs with you, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone.
“Soon… soon, I’ll make love to you properly.”
A soft smile spreads across your lips as you let yourself fall beside him, running a hand through your own hair, your legs aching from the bouncing you just did on him.
He slowly gets up to fix his clothes, then reaches out to gently caress your cheek before leaving—reluctantly. Like he can feel it too— Kun’s presence just outside the living room.
You barely have time to get up from the couch before your boyfriend walks in, clearly irritated.
“You,” he says, pointing at you. “You can brat all you want and not listen… but smoking in my house just to piss me off? I won’t have that.”
“It was just one…” you reply, rolling your eyes.
“I don’t care. Now go wash up and go to bed.”
“Are you… grounding me?”
He raises his brows, almost surprised himself that—yes, that’s exactly what he just did.
“Yeah. Yes, I am. You don’t listen, I’ll treat you like a kid. Now go.”
You let out a disbelieving laugh, crossing your arms as you walk off.
“You’re sleeping on the couch. Don’t even think about joining me in bed.”
“I wouldn’t join you even if you begged me!” he snaps back, clearly irritated.
Once in the shower, you slowly start washing yourself. The bathroom door opens and closes—and you roll your eyes with a sigh.
“I’m still mad… go away.”
The curtain slowly pulls back, and Ten looks you up and down, biting his lip—a low, amused laugh slipping from him.
“Why? I didn’t do anything… yet,” he says, a smirk tugging at his lips.
You stop moving, your hands covering your chest, soap still clinging to your skin as you stare at him for a moment.
He pulls the curtain open wider, undressing without the slightest bit of shame before stepping in with you.
“Felt like washing up?” you ask.
“I have better plans than showering, cutie.”
He moves behind you, his hands slowly gliding over your curves.
You lean back into him, biting your lip as you melt into his touch. His fingers trail along your hips, sliding over your stomach, slowly moving upward—until they settle on your breast, squeezing firmly. Almost instantly, your body reacts, a shiver running through you as you press yourself closer to him.
“You’re so responsive to my touch. I love it.”
“It’s not my fault you’re touching me just right…~”
“All my fault, baby. And I’ll keep going.”
His fingers roll over your nipples, making you arch back against him. You breathe out his name, feeling his growing arousal against your back.
One of his hands drifts down again, sliding over your stomach and between your thighs. But instead of giving you what you want, he only brushes his fingers along your folds—slow, teasing, just enough to make you need more. And you do.
“Please, Tenie… gimme your fingers… please, please…”
“So impatient… just take what I give you. You’ll thank me when I’m done with you.”
You bite down hard on your lip, nodding slowly.
You let him keep teasing you—and it doesn’t take long before you’re trembling against him, words slipping from your mouth in broken, incoherent murmurs.
“You wanna skip the fingers part, or do you really, really need to feel them?”
“I—I don’t… don’t know, Ten… just… please… touch me. However you want… anywhere… just touch me…”
He exhales softly against your ear, his free hand squeezing your breast just hard enough to pull a gasp from you.
“You beg so beautifully… it’s a shame you aren’t mine… I’d make you beg every day…”
You let out a faint whine, and that’s when he pushes his fingers into you—moving them fast without hesitation.
Your body reacts instantly. You lean forward with a heavy moan of satisfaction, your ass pressing back against his cock. It only makes him speed up his fingers, a low groan leaving him as he pulls you back, your back flush against his chest.
“Stay with me, beautiful. I want to watch you take my fingers before I fuck the sense out of you…”
“I… I can’t… I’m gonna cum…”
His hand stills between your thighs, while his other hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
His gaze burns with so much desire it almost feels like it could consume you.
Before you can say anything else, he guides your legs around his waist and presses you gently against the shower wall, his fingers digging into your thighs.
“Guide me in, beautiful.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. You do exactly as he says—and the second he’s fully buried inside you, he stills, his face pressed against your neck.
“God… you’re so fucking tight…”
His grip tightens on your skin. You try to give him a second to breathe—but you can’t help yourself. You roll your hips slowly against him.
The reaction is immediate.
“Fuck…”
He starts moving—his thrusts rough from the start, teeth sinking into your neck just enough to leave marks behind.
“So impatient…”
Your arms wrap around his neck, your lips pressing to his shoulder to muffle your sounds. The last thing you want is Kun barging in and ruining this. Because right now… you need this.
He fits you too perfectly—his curve hitting that exact spot over and over again, making it harder and harder to hold back.
“Babe… beautiful baby…” he breathes, voice strained. “If you keep squeezing me like that, I won’t last…”
“I’m… I…”
Your words dissolve into a broken moan against his skin as your orgasm crashes over you—hard enough to make your legs tremble around his waist. You come around him, whispering his name over and over—and it doesn’t take long before he follows.
A rough groan tears from his throat as he finishes inside you.
He stays like that for a long moment, breathing unevenly, his face buried in your neck. You can see the flush spreading across his cheeks as he lets out a small, embarrassed whine, tightening his arms around you.
“That was mean… making me cum so fast… I usually last way longer than that…”
“M’sorry…” you murmur—clearly not sorry at all.
“Next time… you better let me take my time…”
You nod, and he keeps you close for a moment longer, his dick slowly softening inside you.
Then he sets you back down on your feet and helps you wash up, taking his time—his hands lingering over every inch of your skin.
Once you’re both clean, he pulls you into a slow, gentle kiss, his tongue brushing against yours while his hands trace your curves.
“Thanks for letting me be part of the game,” he whispers against your lips.
“Now I won’t have to beg Kunie to let me have a taste of you…”
You bite your lip softly, a little embarrassed by your own words.
A small, knowing smile curves his lips as he tilts your chin up.
“Little minx…~”
Reluctantly, he pulls away and steps out of the shower first, drying off before leaving.
You do the same once you’ve gathered yourself, slipping into bed naked under the covers.
After a while, you turn onto your side, glancing at the empty spot where he should be—but you don’t move. You just rest your hand on his pillow… and close your eyes. The sheets smell exactly like him—and that’s what helps you fall asleep so quickly.
If something doesn't make sense.. Especially Xiaojun's scene- please let me know! When I finished the chapter, I went back to redo his sex scene.. And it looks alright to me.. But just in case, let me know if it shows I rewrote that part and it doesn't blend well with the rest lmaooo
Got the idea while watching Unfaithful's MV. Don't ask questions, just trust me.
Warnings/kinks: Cheating | Mentions of a Sugar Daddy | Oral (f receiving) |
Kun has his back to you, playing the piano in the empty theater like he often does on his days off.
And as usual, he’s completely absorbed in what he’s doing, eyes probably closed. But you recognize the melody instantly. It’s Nuvole Bianche by Ludovico Einaudi.
Slowly, you rest a hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t even flinch. He keeps playing. He knows it’s you — you’re the only one who spends just as much time in this theater as he does.
His fingers continue moving across the keys before he finally opens his eyes.
“You spend an awful lot of time here by yourself for a girl with a sugar daddy. Got nothing better to do?”
His voice isn’t accusatory. He’s just asking.
“Joon bought the theater for me. Remember?” you reply, amusement in your voice.
Tension tightens in his shoulders, and suddenly he lifts his hands from the piano, cutting the music short.
“Oh, I remember. And I still think it was to spite me.”
Your fingers press faintly into his shoulder as you exhale sharply through your nose. You can’t help getting irritated every time he says that.
Quickly, you reach forward, your fingers landing on the keyboard lid — and just as you slam it shut, he barely manages to pull his hands away in time. If he’d hesitated one second longer, you would’ve shut it right on his fingers.
He turns his head toward you immediately, fury flashing in his eyes — but he doesn’t speak.
“I’m sure you also remember the theater was about to close. I spent nights listening to you cry in front of this same piano because you didn’t want to leave.”
He inhales sharply and looks away.
“I’m the one getting fucked every single night, lying on my stomach… just so you can still play here.”
You grab his chin, forcing him to look at you.
“What I do, I’m doing for you. Don’t you dare say I’m doing it to spite you.”
“Instead of losing my piano, I lost my girl. I have every right to be angry about it.”
Anger swells inside you — but instead of slapping him like you want to, you crash your lips against his.
He doesn’t push you away.
Instead, he stands without breaking the kiss and pins you against the piano, lifting you onto the closed lid.
His tongue explores your mouth like it’s the first time, his hands gripping your hips.
You hit his chest weakly, tears spilling down your cheeks — not because you don’t want to kiss him, but because you’ve missed this. Missed him.
He catches your wrist to stop you from hitting him, pressing his hips firmly against you.
“Just leave him… Come back to me…”
Before you can even respond, he sits back down on the piano bench and lifts your dress, pulling your underwear off with impatient urgency.
He doesn’t waste time teasing. His mouth finds you immediately, moving with the desperation of a starving man. His tongue circles your clit before dipping lower, devouring you with such intensity that your head falls back as you cry out his name. The pressure of his nose against you hits just right, sending pleasure spiraling through you.
If there’s one thing Kun loves more than his piano, it’s tasting you. It’s one of his favorite things to do — and he’s so good at it that he never even needs his hands to push you to the edge.
You fist your fingers into his hair, briefly forcing his mouth harder against you — and it only makes you louder.
The moment he moans against your skin, you come against his mouth with a heavy cry of satisfaction. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, prolonging the pleasure until you finally loosen your grip in his hair.
Without hesitation, he pulls you down to straddle his lap, capturing your lips like he’s just rediscovered purpose in his life.
“I don’t care if I have to share you with Joon… Please… please… Let me love you, even if it’s a secret…”
Breathless, you nod — and reclaim his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue again.
I know it, you know it... I'll do an imagine of Lee Joon as the sugar daddy.
Pairing: Yangyang x f!reader
Wordcount: 2.1k
Warnings/kinks: Oral (f receiving) | Unprotected sex | Exhibitionism | Devotion/service kink | Roleplay that Yangyang ends up forgetting | Petnames (Mistress, baobei, kitten) | Choking | Slight kinda not really kitten play? idk he makes you meow because of his kitten play tendencies |
Author's note: Wasn't missing much to finish it, it seems. 🙃 Happens a lot here. 🙂↕️ THANK YOU though for reminding me that I needed to finish it. haha~ (would tag you, lovely baby, but it doesn't let me. 😭)
You swear you didn’t take that long to grab your package from the door. But the box with the costume is gone.
Halloween is coming up fast, and you don’t have time to order another one.
You end up bumping into Hendery while pacing back and forth in the living room, and he grabs you by the shoulders, laughing.
“Why do you look so stressed?”
“My box got stolen… Someone stole my box… and I don’t have time to order another one.”
“Nobody stole your kinky box, baobei.”
You drop onto the couch, covering your face and fake-crying.
“I need it to be perfect… It can’t be perfect without that costume…”
He sits down beside you and rubs your back, pulling you against him, not stressed at all about the missing box. And it only makes you more annoyed as he laughs—but you don’t say anything.
“Too bad you lost that costume… what was it?” Yangyang asks as he steps out of his room.
“Seb—”
When you lift your eyes to him, you almost forget how to breathe. Your sudden inhale gets stuck in your throat. The sight of Yangyang in the costume makes you forget how to speak English for a second. The black outfit fits him like a glove, the chain hanging perfectly over his chest. And the white gloves? You’d never fantasized about gloved hands before today—but there’s a first time for everything.
“I figured it was my costume… Hendery would just disgrace it,” he says as he fastens the buttons on his sleeve.
Hendery lifts an eyebrow, looking at the maknae.
“Says who…?”
“Me. Didn’t you just hear me say it, or are you even dumber than I thought?”
You take a breath and step a little closer, fidgeting with your fingers.
“I knew you’d make a magnificent Sebastian Michaelis,” you say so softly it’s almost inaudible.
“Of course I would. Wanna put it to the test?”
You turn red up to your ears as you nod way too fast without even thinking.
“What orders does my mistress wish to give me?”
You stumble over your words, rocking slightly on your feet, shy and a little overwhelmed by the sudden power Yangyang is offering you.
“Don’t mind me… I’m just drinking my coffee and definitely not watching,” Hendery says, picking up his empty mug from the coffee table.
You bite your lip hard, then drop back onto the couch and spread your thighs slightly, never taking your eyes off Yangyang. He leans over you, one hand braced on the back of the couch, his gaze locked with yours.
“I can’t obey silence, Mistress. Tell me what you want, and it shall be done.”
Your hand grips the cushion beside you as Hendery lets out a small laugh, clearly entertained by the situation.
You part your lips, then close them again, before biting down on your lower lip.
“You’re right… I couldn’t do that. I would’ve already put her on her stomach and railed her into next week.”
Yangyang rolls his eyes subtly, then looks at Hendery with a sigh, already annoyed by his presence.
“You’re watching because I allow it. Don’t mistake tolerance for permission. If you’re not happy with what we’re doing, you’re welcome to get the fuck out of here.”
Hendery laughs and leans back a little, pretending to take a sip from his empty mug.
“Kitty’s got claws… love it~” he teases.
The younger of the two looks back at you, taking your chin between his fingers. And against all expectations, the fabric of the gloves makes you shiver as you hold his gaze.
You gently take his hand and guide it between your thighs, spreading them a little wider with your movement.
“I want your tongue… there. Please…” you say in a voice tight with both excitement and embarrassment.
Hendery snorts softly, sitting cross-legged with his mug pressed to his lips.
“You call that an order…? Come on.”
Yangyang doesn’t even look at him, fully focused on you.
“Don’t mind him. I follow your voice, not his.”
He kneels between your thighs and starts placing soft kisses along them, beginning near your knee and slowly moving higher, toward the place where you’re burning to be touched. He uses his lips, sometimes his tongue, and occasionally his teeth, and it makes you arch your back for a second. Even those small touches leave you dizzy, wanting more.
“My Mistress is a gentle lady,” he murmurs against your skin with a sigh. “She begs her orders, and I love it.”
He slowly pulls your shorts and panties down, and you watch every one of his movements, anticipation pooling low in your stomach. The brush of his fingers against your skin makes you shiver, and when he finally frees you from the fabric, your thighs spread almost on their own.
He slips the glove off his right hand and lays it gently on your thigh without looking up at you.
You let out a gasp that’s a little too loud despite yourself—but it doesn’t stop him. If anything, he leans in between your thighs to press a lazy kiss to your folds, quickly following it with his tongue, slowly circling your clit.
Your hand flies to his head as a sound caught between pleasure and frustration spills from your lips.
Every curve of his tongue brushing over those sensitive spots makes you moan a little louder each time. It’s like he knows your body, even though he’s never touched it like this before today.
You slowly run your fingers through his hair, tugging just slightly as you whisper his name.
Beside you, Hendery lets out a low growl, and out of the corner of your eye you can see him stroking himself over his jeans, his breathing growing just as uneven as yours.
After a moment, Yangyang lifts his head, lips glossy with you, and looks at Hendery while licking his own lips.
“Wanna feel useful?”
Hendery tilts his head slightly, then nods, eyes narrowing as if he’s not entirely sure why he just agreed so easily.
The younger one smirks, then pulls you into his arms and sets you down on Hendery’s thighs, your back against his chest. And as if that isn’t enough, he lifts your legs and spreads them wider, then looks back at Hendery.
“Keep her open for me.”
Honestly, you’re far too turned on to even feel embarrassed about it. And that’s not a bad thing—it lets you fully enjoy your pleasure.
Hendery’s growl vibrates against your spine, but he still grips your thighs to keep you spread open for Yangyang.
“Good boy,” the Taiwanese teases.
Yangyang dives back between your thighs, working you with his tongue and lips.
Your moans quickly grow louder as you slip a hand into his hair—not to guide him, just to touch him, to feel him beneath your fingers.
Dery’s hot, uneven breaths fan against your skin, making you shiver. Honestly, he could just be watching you, and you’d still shiver just as much.
And just as the thought of moving your hips crosses your mind, Hendery slowly rolls his hips beneath you to feel you better, pressing your heat more firmly against Yangyang’s mouth.
Dery murmurs something in your ear, but you don’t catch a single word, so you assume his native language slips out without him thinking.
“What did you just say…?”
“You’re fucking driving me insane, baobei…”
You turn your head to kiss him like your life depends on it, tightening your grip in the hair of the one between your thighs to make him pick up the pace.
The older one slips his hands under your shirt to lazily caress your chest, growling your name against your neck. His thumbs quickly find your nipples, stroking them slowly.
In an instant, you lose the warmth of Yangyang’s mouth against you, making you turn your head toward him with a small whine at the loss.
“If you don’t focus on me…” he says, slowly licking his lips, glistening with you. “I’ll either kick him out, or fuck you right on his lap. Is that what you want?”
You snap your gaze back to him, surprised, mouth parting slightly. You didn’t expect him to say anything at all. But you don’t hate it. If anything, the butterflies in your stomach only grow stronger.
Without even thinking, you nod quickly, earning a crooked smile from him while Hendery growls in displeasure against your nape.
Dery’s hand comes up to your throat, his fingers barely tightening as he speaks into your ear.
“You better not let him fuck you on top of me… or so help me, I’ll make you pay for it.”
“Will it hurt…?” you whisper.
You swallow, your throat working against his hand, sending a brief dizzy rush of arousal through you.
“I’ll make sure you can’t sit on your ass for days,” he says before biting your ear.
You nibble your lip, glancing at Dery for a brief moment before turning your attention back to Yangyang.
You weigh the pros and cons for barely a second, shamelessly. It’d be a lie to say you don’t love it when Hendery threatens you with a good time. At this point, is it even a threat? Not really.
“Fuck me on top of Dery, please…”
“Your wish is my command, Mistress.”
The second he says it, you suck in a sharp breath, like he just promised you the world. And honestly, when you’re this turned on, it kind of feels like that.
Yangyang unfastens his pants without any rush, letting them fall to his ankles. You watch every detail like you’re starving. He strokes himself painfully slow, his eyes roaming over you, lingering on your spread thighs.
“So pretty…” the maknae whispers, biting his lip.
It doesn’t take long before he positions himself between your thighs and pushes into you in one smooth, gentle—but decisive—thrust. Your eyes roll back at the intrusion, moaning his name like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.
“You’re taking me so well, kitten.”
He gently squeezes your cheeks between his fingers to make you pucker your lips, then leans in to kiss you deeply.
“Meow for me, kitty,” he says, straightening up to look at you.
You blush faintly, eyes on him. Just thinking about doing it embarrasses you to an absurd degree—but your body reacts before you can stop it. You mewl for him while looking up at him, your gaze glassy with how intense the pleasure feels.
“Again…”
His thrusts grow harder as he bites down on his lip. His hand slides to your throat, tightening just enough to steal your breath without choking you. And right as you mewl again, Hendery gently pinches your nipples, making you moan Yangyang’s name louder than you meant to.
“So loud, my kitten… is it good, mm?”
“Ye—”
He tightens his fingers a little more to stop you from speaking, then loosens them a second later. He wanted to silence you—and it works.
“Kittens can’t talk. They meow.”
A louder mewl slips from you, and it makes him move even rougher against you, groaning and laughing with satisfaction.
“That’s it. You learn fast, kitten.”
Without warning, he scoops you up and walks you to the wall, pressing you against it so he can move more easily against you. His thrusts stay just as rough, just as good. His hand leaves your throat to grip your thighs instead, fingers digging into your skin.
“Focus only on me. Feel me deep inside you.”
You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. You moan his name, unable to think about anything except how perfectly he’s fucking you against the wall.
Over his shoulder, you see Hendery watching you both, shamelessly stroking himself, eyes locked on where Yangyang is inside you.
“What did I say, kitten…?”
You quickly bring your gaze back to him, instantly forgetting what’s happening on the couch.
“Good kitten.”
He brings a hand between you to rub your clit with nimble fingers, exactly the way that makes you lose your mind.
“Cum for me, kitten. Let it all go and show me how good I’m fucking you.”
Like it’s an order you’re used to obeying, you come undone against him, moaning his name and mewling a few times—because you want to hear him praise you for being good.
“Good girl, meowing just for me… fuck.”
His hips stutter briefly against you as he comes, then he slows his movements until he stills completely. He finally rests his forehead against your shoulder, breath uneven. But he keeps you held close, not pulling away even though he’s finished. He softens inside you as he presses gentle kisses to your shoulder.
“You’ve been so good. You’ll be fun to train, kitten.”
He trails open-mouthed kisses along your neck up to your jaw, where he finally kisses you with a heat that still hasn’t faded.
Pairing: Kun x f!reader
Wordcount: 1.5k
Warnings/kinks: Gun prop | Oral (m receiving) | Praise kink | Cum... playing? i'm not sure about that one gang |
Author's note: Until now I didn't notice how the sex scene is short and quick.. (tbf I was in a rush because I had 6 one shots to write in 1 month haha) I'm so sorry. Don't... Don't look for Yangyang btw.. You won't find him. I was in such a hurry.. I thought I finished it.. But I was dead wrong. And now I keep forgetting to write it.. But I promise I'll get to it the second I'm in the mood again to write some kinky costumes shite. haha~ I ended up doing it. Don't mind that. haha~
Today, the waiting is killing you.
But not for the box—no. The box arrived at 8 a.m. sharp.
Since you woke up, Kun has been locked in his room, and you haven’t dared knock to disturb him. But the thought of your hand itching to tap on his door and interrupt whatever it is he's doing has been holding you back.
Until it doesn’t anymore.
You pace silently in front of his door, weighing the pros and cons in your head like you’re about to negotiate with a terrorist. But it’s just Kun. Kun, who’s often grumpy, sure—but still, just the leader of WayV.
You grip the box tightly in one hand and knock with the other, your fingers trembling a little.
“What..?” he answers, already sounding fed up.
“It’s me… Can I come in?” you ask in a small voice.
There’s a pause before he clears his throat.
“Sure.”
You reach for the doorknob, hesitate, pull your hand back… then finally open it.
You step in, shutting the door behind you, biting your lip nervously. You have no idea how to start this conversation. And the way Kun looks up at you—like he clearly has better things to do than listen to you—makes your knees weak.
“I… uh…”
“Mm?”
You stammer, then give up and just hold the box out toward him with a sheepish laugh.
“Costume.”
He raises an eyebrow, glancing at the box before meeting your gaze again. And the way he looks at you—slow, like he’s undressing you with just his eyes—makes you feel like you’re suddenly naked behind that box.
“Okay… Congratulations…?”
His voice is skeptical, but the small smirk curling at the corner of his lips tells you he knows exactly what you’re trying to say. He’s just making you squirm for fun. Classic Kun.
“It’s yours… it’s for you…” you finally manage to say, voice barely above a whisper.
“Mmm…”
He stands with that stupidly graceful elegance of his and walks toward you, slow and confident, his eyes locked on yours. You instinctively take a step back, which only deepens the smug curve of his lips.
“What little fantasy is hiding in that box of yours?” he asks, amused.
“Don’t bother lying. Winwin told me you confessed his costume was one of your childhood crushes…”
You avert your eyes, embarrassment rushing through your veins like you’ve been caught red-handed.
“Just try it on…” you mumble, almost inaudibly.
And you don’t need to look up to know he heard you. Kun takes the box from your hands, then waves you off.
“Shoo. I’ll text you when I feel like trying it on.”
You let out a tiny growl of frustration but still turn around and sulk your way out, head down, pout fully engaged.
You head back to Ten’s room and flop face-first onto the bed, mock-sobbing into the mattress.
“What’s the problem now? Did Hen steal your chocolates again?”
“Kun doesn’t want to try his costume…” you grumble, still pouting.
Your boyfriend drops down beside you with a sigh and pats your ass gently before rubbing it a little.
“It’s for the best. Who knows what you bought? It probably would’ve just given him an excuse to fuck what’s mine…”
You giggle quietly, and he leans over to kiss the back of your neck sweetly.
“I wouldn’t have let him do such a thing… Gimme some credit~” you tease, clearly entertained.
“Just like you wouldn’t have let Winwin or Xiaojun ‘do such a thing.’”
He gives you a playful smack on the ass, making you squirm on the bed as you try not to burst out laughing.
“Is my sweet girlfriend—the one who won’t get fucked by Kun—hungry? I make a mean ramen, you know~” Ten teases.
“Pleaaaaase~” you whine, batting your lashes.
He kisses you one last time before slipping off to the kitchen to make food.
And then, against all odds, you get a text from Kun.
Kun: It’s on. Should I take a picture?
You: Why can’t I come see..? (∿°○°)∿
Kun: Why? So you can sexually assault me too?
You: Rude much… I didn’t sexually assault Xiaojun nor Winwin… You’re very rude today.
Kun: When am I not with you?
You: True. But you could make an effort… I used my poor writer’s money to buy it.
Kun: You have 3 best sellers under your belt. Cut the “I’m poor” act.
You: Pleaaaaaase.. I’ll do anything.
Kun: Anything?
You: Yes. I’ll hide a body for you if I have to.
Kun: Love where your mind is going.
Kun: Stop wasting my time. Get in here.
You spring up and half‑run, half‑slide down the hallway in your socks until you skid to a stop outside Kun’s door, breathless.
“It’s me. Let me iiiin,” you whisper urgently, knocking.
The door opens—but the Leader isn’t there. You hesitate only a moment before pushing it the rest of the way open and slipping inside, shutting it behind you. The room is completely dark, and your eyes can’t adjust at all.
“Kun? You here?” you whisper.
The second the words leave your mouth, the lights snap on, making you squint and shut your eyes against the sudden brightness.
“What kind of weirdo changes in the dark?” you mutter under your breath with a soft laugh.
“You’re going to look, or you’re just here to talk smack?”
You shake your head and slowly open your eyes—and for a solid second, your jaw feels like it hits the floor.
The long red coat hangs just above his ankles, and the matching hat casts a shadow over his eyes in a way that makes you melt on the spot. The prop gun he’s holding loosely in his gloved hand? Unbelievably sexy.
When he smirks, you notice he’s even wearing the fake vampire teeth you bought to go with the cosplay.
“Kun...”
He drags his tongue slowly over the fangs, then lowers the gun to point at the floor in front of him with no effort at all, like he’s been doing it his whole life.
“Get on your knees… Master.”
You drop to your knees instantly, eyes never leaving his. You should feel a mix of shame and embarrassment, but the tremble in your thighs under your hands betrays you. You don’t even try to deny how your body is reacting.
“Alucard was the perfect choice for you...” you breathe, your voice betraying how turned on you are.
“You read so much Bleach. I was expecting Aizen or Grimmjow,” he admits, brushing the gun lightly along your jaw. “But it looks like you’re good at reading people’s characters so far.”
“I analyze people all day every day… It’s a blessing and a curse...”
“Exhausting, isn’t it?” he asks with a mocking tilt to his voice.
You don’t answer. You just nod, keeping eye contact.
“Too exhausted to take me in your mouth?”
You sit up on your knees so fast you’re embarrassed by your own sudden eagerness. But you don’t back away. You stay right there, grabbing at his belt with your fingers to unbuckle it, pulling his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion.
And the sight of his cock already hard makes you sigh softly, looking up at him through your lashes.
“How could I not get hard when you dropped to your knees so fast..?”
“It’s because I’m a good girl..~” you tease.
“We’ll see...”
You start at the base of his cock, kissing and licking slowly, taking your time. The sounds he makes send shivers all the way up your spine—low groans mixed with soft moans, sounding too good in your ears.
You linger like that for a while, your tongue sliding slowly up and down his length.
You trace one last line over the thick vein underneath before taking him between your lips, gradually easing him in.
The way he says “You’re doing good,” “I know you can take more than that” makes you sink down faster, almost all the way, moving at a steady rhythm.
He slowly pulls off one glove, gripping the tip between his teeth before letting it drop to the floor in front of you. He drags his thumb over your chin, wiping away the spit before bringing it to his own mouth and licking it clean with a smirk.
“You taste so sweet, even when you’re drooling,” he teases.
You take him deeper, pressing him into your throat a few times. It doesn’t take long before he tosses the prop gun onto the bed and plants his other hand on the back of your neck. He rolls his hips a little rougher against your mouth and then comes with a low groan of your name.
“Mm… fuck…”
He steps back just slightly, looking down at you, breath uneven.
“Open your mouth for me.”
When he asks, you haven’t swallowed yet. You hesitate for a moment—knowing it’s going to run everywhere—but the people-pleaser in you wins. You don’t want to disobey him. You finally open your mouth, letting the cum slide slowly down your chin and drip onto your thighs.
“You’re so beautiful to ruin… It should be a crime…”
Your blush deepens as he reaches for a box of tissues, taking his time to clean up the mess he’s just made of you.
Then his mouth claims yours with hungry intent, as if he isn’t finished.
“Go back to him, before I decide to keep you for myself tonight…”
You steal one last kiss—long and lingering—before standing up and leaving his room.
Previous day | Next day
I do plan on rewriting that one completely, not in the KBR universe with fake blood and full on degrading sex lmaooo We'll see if I go through with it hahaha
Pairing: Winwin x f!reader
Wordcount: 2.2k
Warnings/kinks: You get your panties stolen | No foreplay | Unprotected sex | Pillow princess kinda sex | Petnames (Little mouse, princess, bunny, puppy) | Praise kink | Cum eating | Brief kinda oral? Like, really brief (f receiving) |
Author's note: Posting this, reminds me how much I loved writing it. haha~
You’re sulking all day, practically vibrating with impatience so strong it’s probably peeling the paint off the walls. The notification said your package would arrive around noon.
Four hours later... still no sign of it.
You lie down in Ten’s bed—then immediately get up and switch to Xiaojun’s. And still, that gnawing discomfort chews at your insides. You know you’re being dramatic. You know it. And that doesn’t stop you from being exactly that: dramatic.
Usually, Ten is quick to shut it down. But since you’re alone in the dorm today, there’s no one around to stop the full gremlin meltdown you’re currently spiraling into.
You’re now lying upside-down on the sofa, legs dangling over the back, your head almost touching the floor. And the sigh you let out is so deep and intense, you probably woke the dead.
There’s a knock at the door. Your eyes snap open, and you freeze like if you breathe too loud it’ll undo the fact someone actually knocked.
You try to flip over—but fall straight to the floor, face flat against the hardwood. That doesn’t stop you. You shoot up like lightning and run to the door, flinging it open.
The package is there. Sitting right on the doorstep.
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.”
You shove your feet into the first shoes you see—which, clearly, are not yours because you’re swimming in them—and scoop the box into your arms like it might disappear if you blink. You practically bolt for the parking lot.
But the second you reach the car, you stop with a groan that could shatter glass—you forgot Ten’s car keys. Which are, very conveniently, in a bowl right next to the front door.
“What did I do to the Gods for them to punish me like that?”
You place the box gently on the hood of the car, then sprint back upstairs. You grab the keys and race back to the parking lot, carefully setting the box in the passenger seat and buckling it in with the seatbelt—safety first—and hop into the driver’s seat.
You put your phone on speaker and start drumming impatiently on the steering wheel.
“Wèi?” Winwin answers, voice uncertain, a little breathless.
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Come open the door for me.”
“No please?” he teases.
“Pweeease~”
“Alright, alright. See you in a bit~”
And those fifteen minutes? They feel like an entire day.
By the time you park, retrieve your box (held tightly like a sacred object), and head to the side door the guys always sneak you in through—Winwin’s already there, arms crossed, leaning against the door to keep it propped open.
“Took your sweet time...”
“Traffic was a nightmare...”
You bite your lip shyly, laughing like a total idiot. And that’s when Winwin’s eyes drop to the box in your arms.
“Whose costume is it this time...?”
You step inside, letting him walk ahead so you can follow. You didn’t think this far ahead, honestly. And now that you’re here, the embarrassment settles deep in your gut like a stone.
“It’s yours...” you mumble, clutching the box to your chest like it might somehow shield you from the shame.
You can’t see his face. But when you glance toward one of the training rooms—a giant window letting you catch his reflection—you see him lick his lips and smile that devastating smirk.
“Is that so, little mouse?” he says, voice lower now, with that maddening grin.
“Don’t call me that...”
“I think it suits you,” he replies, slipping his hands into his pockets.
“Why’s that..?” you grumble, nearly growling.
“Because wherever you are... we don’t find you right away— but we can hear you squeak.”
You pout as you drag your feet behind you, just briefly—but it’s enough to make Winwin laugh.
“Come on, little mouse,” he says, opening a door.
You step inside. It’s just a practice room like the others. All four walls are floor-to-ceiling mirrors, a few workout mats are stacked in the corner, and a water machine bubbles softly every now and then.
But to your surprise, the others aren’t there.
“Where’s everyone?” you ask, curious.
“When you called me, they were heading out to eat.”
You flush just slightly, your fingers tightening around the box—which suddenly feels way too small in your hands.
“You should’ve told me... I could’ve waited.”
He shakes his head gently, laughing softly. His smile is so warm that, if you didn’t know better, you’d swear he’s looking at you with something like affection.
“What’s in that box of yours?”
“Your costume.”
He raises an eyebrow, stepping closer. His chest nearly brushes the box as he reaches out to take it from you—his fingers grazing yours. The touch should’ve been brief, but instead, he softly strokes his thumb across the back of your hand before pulling the box away. And your heart thuds so hard in your chest you’re suddenly terrified he might hear it.
“You already said that. But what is the costume?”
He opens the box slowly, sifting through the contents with no real rush. A subtle smirk tugs at his lips. You open your mouth to speak, but his eyes flick up to yours before you get the chance—and he licks his teeth in a way that makes your knees twitch.
“Is there a particular reason for this specific costume?”
You swallow hard and turn your head, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.
“No reason...”
“You’re such a bad liar. Come on, tell me.”
“I just thought it’d look good on you... and I may or may not have had a huge crush on that character when I was a kid...”
“That’s what I thought.”
He winks, clearly amused by how intensely you’re reacting to just a little bit of flirting.
“Cover your eyes. I’ll put it on just for you~”
You lift your hand to your face, biting your lip softly. The thought of seeing him in that costume gives you butterflies in all the right places. And the wait? Feels just as long as the drive here—maybe longer.
“You can look, little bunny.”
You suck in a sharp breath, lowering your hand—but your eyes stay closed. The anticipation is so intense, you honestly feel like just seeing him in costume might be enough to make you melt on the spot.
“Should I take it off..?~”
“No!”
Your eyes fly open, and for a second, you forget how to breathe.
The white mask molds perfectly to his face. The outfit fits like a glove. Even the cape drapes dramatically over his shoulders, flawless in every way.
“I am Tuxedo Mask,” he declares, bowing deeply with his right hand over his heart. “And I’ll punish you in place of the moon.”
When he straightens back up, all you manage to say is:
“Wow...” Your knees feel like they’re about to give out.
“That’s all you’ve got? Sounds like you’re disappointed.”
“No, no... God no. I am nowhere near disappointed. Fuck, no...”
He nods slowly, stepping closer—so close you can feel his breath against your lips when he leans down to your level.
“How about I take care of you... Princess Serenity?”
“Ok.”
The word slips out instantly, before you can even think about it. And the worst part? There’s no hesitation. No awkward pause. No freeze.
Because your body wants him just as much as you do.
He scoops you up in his arms like a princess, carrying you a little further into the room. With one foot, he drags an exercise mat into place, then gently sets you down on it.
He brings a hand to his shoulder and yanks at the cape hard enough that for a second you think he’s torn it. But no—he just rips it off the clasp with a quick snap.
“It’ll be in the way if I keep it on.”
You part your lips and nod silently. Your whole body starts to heat under his gaze as Winwin lets his eyes roam over you slowly, like he’s memorizing what you look like sprawled out with your legs just barely parted.
He kneels between your thighs at a pace so slow it feels almost criminal, his palms gliding gently over the outside of your legs.
“We don’t have much time, though...” he admits, biting his lip.
“I am not above a quickie...”
The words barely leave your mouth before you feel your cheeks burn red. But it only deepens the smirk on Winwin’s lips.
“I can work with that.”
His hands slip under your skirt, tugging your panties off with deliberate slowness before tucking them into his pocket with a soft laugh.
“I’m keeping these for later..~”
A whimper of excitement escapes your throat as he plants a hand flat on your chest, gently pressing you down until you’re fully lying back.
“Just lay pretty, and let Daddy do the rest.”
You let out an audible sigh and bite your lip, embarrassed at how easy it is for him to turn you on. He notices, of course—so he leans down between your thighs and barely tastes you with his tongue before sliding two fingers inside. The sound he makes against your skin is a low groan as his fingers move in you, sloppy and wet.
It doesn’t take long before he straightens, undoing his pants and stroking himself with the same hand he used on you, the noise wet and obscene.
“You’re already soaking for me... There’s no point wasting time with my fingers.”
He drags the head of his cock slowly over your clit, then down to your entrance before pushing in, slow and deep. The sound that leaves you is a moan; his is a low, rough sigh as his head tips back.
“That’s it... Take it and let me do the rest, princess.”
His thrusts are steady, but the way he angles his hips makes you moan harder—like he knows exactly where that sweet spot is that makes your back arch.
You try to push up, but he plants a hand firmly on your chest to press you back down.
“What did I say, pretty?”
“To lay pretty...” you whisper, cheeks flushed.
“That’s right... Just take it like a good girl~”
You bite your lip hard as he lifts your thighs for more depth. Despite yourself, you tighten around him—enough to make him lose rhythm a few times, groaning softly as his breathing grows rougher, less controlled.
He tilts your hips higher, then leans down to kiss you—hungry, needy, losing his pace as his mouth claims yours.
It makes him miss your g‑spot a few times.
Without thinking, your hand slips between you to rub your clit, making you moan louder. It doesn’t take him long to pull back and watch what you’re doing, giving you a sharper thrust through clenched teeth.
“Hands above your head...”
Instinctively, you raise your arms overhead, and he pins them there with one hand, holding you in place.
“You don’t listen… If you want something, ask me to do it,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours.
“Sorry...”
“Don’t apologize... Just behave for me, mm? I’m not Ten; brats don’t get me hard. They keep me from my pleasure.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear...” you mumble, blushing harder.
“I know, princess. I know.”
The door creaks open behind Winwin, making you instinctively squeeze your thighs around him—right before it clicks shut again, the sound of the lock sliding into place echoing in the room. Winwin’s jaw tenses as he glances back, but he doesn’t stop.
Knocking follows, accompanied by laughter.
“Come on, let us in,” Kun says, chuckling softly.
“Don’t be a pain...” Ten adds, his voice heavy with a sigh.
“Can’t. Because I’m a good puppy.”
A louder moan escapes you—your orgasm building fast. You squeeze Winwin’s hand tight, legs wrapped snugly around his waist.
“My good... good puppy...~”
Xiaojun lets out the softest whimper from where he is at the door, and you know without a doubt that it got to him. It’s what pushes you right over the edge, your body trembling as you cry out Winwin’s name—loudly. Loud enough they definitely heard it.
“That fucker...” Ten snaps, his tone spiking with rage.
As your climax crashes down, Winwin pulls out just in time, finishing on your thigh with a low, satisfied growl—painting your skin with his hot release. He doesn’t waste a second before leaning in to kiss you again, keeping your leg held open so his cum doesn’t touch the costume.
“You’re such a good girl.”
You giggle softly, nibbling teasingly at his lip. He moves to wipe your thigh with his fingers, but you stop him with a smirk, biting your lip.
Your gaze immediately shifts toward Xiaojun.
“Come clean me, puppy.”
His eyes light up, and he darts toward you like a shot, biting his lip in a poor attempt to hide his giddy grin. He fails miserably.
Winwin leans back just enough to watch, giving him room, while Jun kneels between your legs to do exactly what he’s told. He takes his time, letting his tongue drag over your skin far longer than necessary. When he lifts his head to look at you, the cool air replacing his mouth makes you let out a soft squeak.
“Can I taste you..?” Xiaojun asks, fluttering his lashes innocently.
You hesitate for only a second, then nod.
“Only two licks. Just to clean me.”
He pouts but obeys, settling back between your legs and giving two deliberate, almost reverent strokes with his tongue—just as ordered.
“My good puppy,” you whisper before pulling him into a kiss.
“He listens so well to you...” Winwin murmurs, eyes on the youngest, smiling faintly.
I’m working on a Xiaojun fic where he’s a bunny hybrid, it’s a slow burn and very lengthy. How do y’all feel about that? Like it’s a very…very slow burn, and was inspired by a Chinese short I watched called Nine Tailed Fox. Do y’all want that when it’s done? So far it’s 8k words, but I’m only half way through so I’m expecting that it’ll be over 10k. (Yes there will be smut and yes the rest of wayv is involved.)
I’m asking because I’m worried that no one will read it🥲and if I don’t post it then ill leave it in my drafts for myself after finishing it, but if people want it then ill post it. So…
Pairing: Ten x f!reader
Wordcount: 2.1k
Warnings/kinks: Brief knife play (plastic prop) | Death and rape threats (roleplay) | Roleplay | Name calling (slut, dog) | Humiliation | Orgasm denial |
Summary: In the Kiss, Bite, Repeat universe, at some point it's Halloween. And you take it in your own hands to buy the boys costumes for the SM Halloween party.
Author's note: Can't believe I only posted Xiaojun and Hendery on here from my Kinktober.. Shame on me!
“This is Halloween, this is Halloween~” you sing in a deep voice, clearly in a good mood.
“Having a girl in the dorm wasn’t a good idea…” Hendery sighs dramatically.
You climb up the step stool and stretch out your hand toward Ten, your eyes flicking briefly to Hendery.
“That’s not what you say when you fuck me. And for the record, Halloween is, like, the most important holiday of the year.”
“Yeah, well, while I’m fucking you, you’re not singing ‘This is Halloween’ on repeat,” Hendery shoots back.
You throw your head back, eyes squeezing shut as you sing louder, ignoring him.
“God… someone please shove something in her mouth. She sings like she’s got her toes stuck under a chair.”
You only raise your voice, still singing, until Ten gives you a playful smack on the ass and hands you the roll of tape.
“Come on, tape that on the wall instead of trying to start trouble.”
“Hendery is literally the Grinch of Halloween,” you mutter.
You shake your head and stick the banner above the patio door. It’s nothing extravagant—just orange and black cardboard letters spelling out “Happy Halloween.” Then you start pressing silly cutouts onto the glass: a cat with an arched back, a pumpkin with a dopey grin and a mouse poking out of the top, and a ghost with its tongue sticking out.
Suddenly, your phone buzzes in your pocket with a text at the same time someone knocks on the door.
“Oh my god, oh my god—it’s here!”
Hendery frowns and turns on his heel, but you press a hand to Ten’s shoulder, hopping down from the stool. You nearly slip on your socks before sprinting ahead of Hendery to reach the door first.
“Here. This is for Ten.”
“Thank youuuuuu~” you beam, closing the door with a wide smile as you rush back into the living room.
“Damnit…” Ten groans, sighing.
“What is it?” Xiaojun asks, leaning curiously over the box.
“Halloween costuuuumes~” you practically sing, your voice sounding possessed.
“Good lord, woman…” Jun mutters, eyes wide.
“Let me guess… she didn’t give you any choice in the matter?” Hendery teases, clearly amused.
“She didn’t. I don’t even know what she bought.”
You yank Ten’s costume out of the box, still wrapped, and smack it against his chest with a little too much enthusiasm, forcing him to take a startled step back.
“Go try it. Put it on. NOW.”
“Alright, alright… calm down, Jesus Christ…”
He disappears into his room to change, but it feels like an eternity before he comes back. You pace nervously, biting your lip.
“I hope it fits…”
“Is it that good for you to look this impatient?” Hendery asks, entertained.
And just then, Ten steps out of his room, dressed in a light green suit, fingers carefully adjusting a red tie. A small smirk plays at his lips.
“I see what you did there…” your boyfriend says.
You look him over from head to toe, exhaling a heavy breath, almost in disbelief—even though you’re the one who picked the costume.
Hendery steps closer, circling Ten with an approving nod.
“Not bad. Even though we both know I’d look better in it.”
“Don’t listen to him, ge, you look good,” Xiaojun says firmly, giving a satisfied nod.
Xiaojun fixes Ten’s tie, straightening it until it looks perfect.
“You better not have chosen Anya for yourself… Because I’m definitely not touching you in that costume.”
“Want me to go try mine on?” you ask, teasing.
“God…” Ten groans, shaking his head. “Fine. Go ahead.”
You take your time getting dressed before stepping out of the bedroom, three pairs of eyes immediately locking on you.
Your teeth graze your lip as you hold golden stilettos in each hand. The dress ends at just the right height—enough to make them want to see more—while your thigh-high heeled boots hug your legs all the way up to mid-thigh.
“What do you think?~”
Ten visibly swallows hard. Xiaojun can’t stop staring, his gaze darting helplessly up and down, unsure where to land.
It’s Hendery who finally breaks the silence, his eyes fixed on your thighs.
“Is it too late to change my mind about going to the company Halloween party…?”
“I ordered costumes for everyone~” you sing-song, biting your lip before spinning slowly. The movement lifts your dress just enough.
“Oh, I’m definitely going now…” Hendery mutters.
He takes a step forward, but Ten beats him to it, sweeping you off your feet like a princess before Hendery can get closer. He doesn’t waste a second carrying you toward his room.
“You’re not wearing underwear… I saw that.”
“You’ve got good eyes~” you tease.
Once inside, he shuts the door with his foot, not bothering with the lock. He lowers you to the floor, his gaze roaming your body again. His fingers trail the hem of your dress as your eyes follow every move.
“You did it on purpose… didn’t you?”
“Did what?” you ask, batting your lashes innocently.
“That. That’s on purpose.”
He swats lightly at the top of your boot, right against your thigh, and you can’t help biting your lip.
“You knew damn well I’d end up fucking you in that costume. And you also knew everyone else would be drooling over you in it.”
You shrug with a sly laugh.
“I don’t know much, you know~~”
He hooks your legs around his waist and lets himself fall back onto the bed, taking you with him.
“Ever wonder what it’d be like to do some knife play with a plastic prop…?”
Before you can react, he grabs your hand still holding the golden stiletto and presses it unexpectedly to his own throat, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk.
A shaky breath escapes you as you press the weapon against his neck, just enough to tease without hurting.
“You hid your game pretty well, Loid. I never would’ve guessed you’re a filthy spy…”
"You’re pretty easy to fool—for an assassin with a name that makes even the biggest men tremble.”
“You calling me dumb?” you growl, leaning in until your face hovers just above his, your teeth gritted in mock anger.
“You said it,” he replies with that trademark smirk that usually makes you melt. But this time, you hold your ground, staying in character.
“Maybe I should just use you before I kill you…”
He doesn’t answer—he just stares at you. And it’s not the kind of “uhh don’t say that” stare, but rather a silent invitation, daring you to follow through.
You lift your hips, the stiletto still pressed at his throat.
“Pull your pants down. Now.”
Without a single word, he unbuckles his pants and pushes them down along with his boxers. You don’t even need to sit up to see—he’s already hard.
You close your eyes slowly, biting down on your lip hard to hide your reaction, but it’s too late.
His hands grip your hips, forcing you down until you’re seated on him. His erection presses against your soaked folds—and it doesn’t take more than a second before it slides easily between them, wetness betraying you.
“Who knew you were such a dirty slut,” he murmurs. “Already dripping, and I haven’t even touched you.”
You lean in close, your face just inches from his.
“Shut up… or I’ll make myself cum just grinding my clit on your cock and leave you like that.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, little wifey~” he purrs.
You squeeze your thighs around him, rolling your hips slowly. His name escapes you in a breathless moan as your head falls back. He knows exactly what he’s doing—and you’re already bending, just like he wants.
“Mmn… bad girl. I’m not Ten right now~”
“I’ll fuck you up, Loid,” you growl.
“I’m not scared, Thorn Princess. If anything, I get off on it.”
You drag your tongue slowly across your lips, lifting one brow. You’re not entirely sure what game he’s playing, but you decide to play along your own way. If he doesn’t like it, you know damn well he’ll take control back in an instant.
“I’m not impressed by a government dog.”
His lips part, ready to reply—but you strike first, the words flowing so naturally it almost sounds rehearsed:
“Bark for me, dog.”
His mouth falls open wider, eyes locked on yours. Judging by his expression, you caught him off guard. You can’t tell if he’s insulted or amused.
He grabs you roughly by the collar and sits up, dragging his lips close to your ear. For a second you expect him to say something—but instead, he growls low against your ear, so deep the vibration rumbles against your throat.
“I loosened your leash enough for today.”
Before you can even process the words, he grabs your waist and flips you over in one swift motion—pinning you beneath him on the mattress, his body sliding between your thighs.
“Baaaabe~” you laugh, breathless and amused. “We’re supposed to roleplay. You can’t just stop me in the middle of it~”
He studies you, tilting his head like he’s analyzing every twitch of your expression.
“Like hell I can’t. You’re not calling me a dog again.”
You burst into laughter, squirming under him like the menace you are. Which is exactly why, with a sharp raise of his brow, he pins your wrists above your head. The sudden force knocks the breath right out of you—and of course, he notices.
One hand holds your wrists in place while the other trails down between you, wrapping around his cock. He drags himself slowly through your folds, agonizingly slow, until your thighs tremble and your breath hitches. You can’t stop yourself from moving against him, chasing friction—until his grip tightens harshly on your wrists.
“Stop moving.” His voice is sharp, commanding.
“But…”
As if to silence you, he leans down and crashes his lips against yours, hungry and rough. The tip of his cock pushes in and out of you a few shallow times before he goes back to grinding himself between your slick folds, groaning like an animal. The friction makes you clamp your thighs around him tighter—you’re already at the limit of how much teasing you can take. Or at least, that’s what you think.
“Ten, please…” you whisper between kisses.
“Didn’t you call me a dog? Then I’ve gotta act like one. I’ll hump you until I’m satisfied—and I don’t care if you’re not.”
A frustrated whine slips from your throat, but you know better than to challenge him. So you try to stay still while he uses you for his own pleasure. But no matter how hard you fight it, your moans grow louder, needier. The sound makes him slow his thrusts, dragging his cock even more torturously against you, and you throw your head back into the pillow in frustration.
“You better not ruin the costumes…” you manage to grit out.
“The only thing I’m gonna ruin is your pretty little thighs.”
Your face heats up instantly. You turn your head, trying to hide it, but you know Ten sees right through you—like he always does.
“Be a good pup and bark for me,” he whispers in your ear, voice low and sinful.
You shake your head fast, refusing, which only makes him chuckle darkly against your skin. He kisses your neck slowly, like he has all the time in the world. Then—without warning—he slams into you all the way, filling you to the hilt. His pace is agonizingly slow, cruel in the way it drags out your desperation.
You don’t want to do it. The mix of humiliation and unbearable arousal traps you in between—but in the end, it’s stronger than you. You bark once. Twice. And your body betrays you, clenching tight around him.
He groans, giving you two rough thrusts, his hips sloppy, frantic. One second he’s inside you, gasping your name—the next, he pulls out, leaving you empty as he spills hot across your thigh, rutting weakly against your skin.
“Such a good girl for me. Every time.”
He kisses you again, the kiss still rough, still desperate, as he tugs your dress higher—just to be sure it doesn’t slip down into the mess. His warmth lingers, calling for yours, and you reach for him instinctively. But he only laughs softly, holding you in place.
He peppers gentle kisses along your shoulder and collarbone before pulling away. You watch as he tugs his pants back up and disappears briefly, returning with a warm wet cloth.
He cleans you carefully, tender, pausing to press soft kisses against the skin of your thighs wherever he wipes.
“Next time you bark, pup,” he murmurs against your skin—half promise, half threat—“it won’t end on your thighs. I’ll make sure you feel me for days.”
