pairing: pervy!roommate!felix x curvy/chubby!reader
summary: ur roommate has a crush on u and he kinda weird abt it (god i hate writing summaries)
warnings: SMUT!! dom!felix(sorry to my subfelix.truthers. another day), titty hyperfixation, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), face sitting, piv, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, felix IS a pervert and highkey pussy drunk, some insecurities
wc: ~3k
somebody sedate me. didnt proofread
Roommate!Felix who happens to have a crush on you. It’s difficult not to, you’re just — so his type — he can’t describe it. It was innocent, really. He was merely looking for a shared apartment with someone and with much luck, he stumbled upon you. You, who shared a similar situation as his. Ever the kind Felix, he made sure to keep the space tidy and comfortable for you, trying not to scare off his pretty, new, roommate.
Roommate!Felix whose crush started developing the more he spent time with you. Completely normal interactions that he looked into way too deeply for his own good. You’re adorable, endearing, everything sweet and sugary. So beautiful when you walk down the stairs, groggy and yawning prettily. Opening your eyes to find him in the kitchen, offering him a tight smile despite your morning grumpiness.
Roommate!Felix who never missed a day to prepare you breakfast, everything ready by the time you leave your room. Somehow, he’s always spot on concerning your preferences. Milk in the morning makes you nauseous? Fine, he’ll get you some juice. Not up for something sweet—? Here's a salty treat instead.
Roommate!Felix who sulked when you jokingly asked him to stop feeding you so much, and that he’s the reason you’re taking on more weight — his meals’ a hard choice to refuse.
Why must he? He’s doing the bare minimum of being a considerate, and good-willing roommate!
Roommate!Felix who listens to your insecurities, holding you closer with ample comfort. Soothing you with gentle words, cradling you with the purpose of making you feel at home. Calmly disagreeing with any negative comment you tag your appearance as, though, he wishes he could do more than disagreeing. If you’d let him — he’d show you exactly how beautiful you are.
Inside-out.
Roommate!Felix who, with much guilt, allows those thoughts to become a usual occurrence. He shouldn’t — yes, he likes you — but this is too far, you’re still his friend. Someone he respects, someone he can’t permit himself from indulging in perverse thoughts of.
Yet, roommate!Felix keeps finding himself in situations that rushes the blood in his body.
Roommate!Felix whose small infatuation escalates into something deeper, more deranged whenever you’d pass by him. His gaze would hover on your figure minutes longer. Entranced, he’d swallow. Snapping out of it only when you sit across him or give him a confused look. Encouraging you to drink some water despite the fact that he’s the one whose mouth is dry.
Roommate!Felix who notices each of your gulps, beads of the liquid run down your pjs’ shirt, taking in how poorly the material attempts to hide your figure. You must’ve been thirsty. He breathes, hard. His breathing, and him. Pathetic, you’re just sitting before him and he's popping an erection.
You stand up, it’s the weekend, and you usually spend the Saturday together. Curving a brow when he makes no move to budge, tilting your head in confusion. “Aren’t you coming?”
He shakes his head, offering a smile. His lips twitch, difficult to keep the stance with the ache in his pants. “You go ahead— I… I’m still thirsty,” he excuses, pouring himself another glass of water. You nod, shrugging at his unusual behaviour as you plop onto the couch.
Roommate!Felix who uses your distraction on the TV to make his escape. Scrambling to his bedroom, he locks it. Breathing heavily, staring at the swell in his pants. There was no chance you wouldn’t have noticed that. Sighing, “Close call…”
Roommate!Felix who finds himself jerking off to the thought of you more than often. Needy cock leaking in his fist, drooling all over his skin with each of his tiny grunts of pleasure.
At first, it helped to relieve the pain. But the more he spends with you, the less satisfying his hands get.
He needs you.
Roommate!Felix who becomes awfully aware of your curves pressing against him during your movie nights. Snuggled comfortably in the other's warmth. His breaths are shallow, heartbeat creating statics in his ears. He holds the blanket closer, unfortunately, so do you. Scooting towards him in an attempt at battling the cold, his arms stay glued to his side, eyes fixed on the screen as if your boobs aren't mushed against him.
Roommate!Felix who wants nothing else than to bend you over and take you right there during the summers. Those tight shorts you wear — they make him insane. He's already losing it, day by day, you've got to be doing it on purpose. The soft meat of your tummy peeking through when you lean on the counter has him spiraling, fingers twitching to grab onto the flesh and stretch you wide on his cock.
Roommate!Felix who scolds himself as his imagination gets weirder by the seconds, hoping to ease his mind by avoiding you. Alas, he's the clingy one! The task’ harder than he had anticipated, soon finding himself in the confinement of your room, basking in your surroundings with an excuse of playing video games together.
Roommate!Felix who is tired of going on like this. Trying to make advances on you — at last — just to figure out that you're quite the oblivious type, taking his shameless approaches as him being overly friendly, patting him on the back with a giggle.
Do you even see him as a man? Or–
Roommate!Felix whose jaw twitches when you tell him that you're seeing someone. All proud in your gossiping about this lucky guy you met online. Pretending to give a fuck, why don't you see that he's right here!? Looking at you with those poor, puppy, eyes.
He almost gives in. Almost begs you on his knees to stay home tonight, to let him have you instead. He's been kind, considerate, and the best-est friend you could ever wish for. Why won't you notice him?
Roommate!Felix who has to hide his grin when you come back home upset, confessing that your date took the worst turn it could ever. You're so heartbroken, seeking comfort exactly where he conditioned you to.
Him.
Roommate!Felix whose brows knit as you confess what that guy said to you — about your body — letting the insecure tears fall. He's mad, mad that anyone would dare to look at you and say such nasty stuff. Mad that anyone would dare not to see your beauty, after all, you're his angel.
Roommate!Felix who calls you that as he cradles you. “Why're you crying over that jerk, angel? You're beautiful,” he'd compliment, an arm soothing your shoulder and the other gently patting your head. “So beautiful…” repeating the words with a sigh, lost in the sight of you curled up on the couch. In his embrace. His fingers fumble with the hem of your shirt, he could nearly slip inside — no — now is not the moment for these thoughts.
Roommate!Felix who swears that there's electricity in the air, and that he's not the only person here feeling it. You've got to too, because his comment has your head lifting. Glassy eyes meeting him in a hopeful awe, “You think so?”
He nods, biting on his lip when his gaze drops to your inviting mouth, lungs refusing to take any more of oxygen for a second. “I know so.”
Roommate!Felix who kisses you that night, or perhaps you're the one who started it. But his hand quickly ends up in your pants, grinding his fingers on your sobbing cunt, lips attached to yours the whole time while you cream around his digits.
Roommate!Felix, who assumes he's made some progress in how you perceive him. Because you've started acting strange after the encounter. That night, you had separated and called it a mistake, a spur-of-moment type of thing — and that you weren't thinking straight — he's your friend!
He was hurt, extremely, if he had to be honest. Hurt to the point of rotting away inside of his bedroom for days. However, as he started to get out once again, the first thing you did was hug him. Unprompted, your chest squished against his, arms wrapped adoringly around his neck while you mumbled quick and soft ‘sorry's’, telling him just how much you've missed him. His pulse started beating erratically, both his heart and his dick. Unfortunately. You could probably feel it, with your chest on his and your thick thighs rubbing on his bulge.
It almost felt on purpose. No, you couldn't have thought of that. Sure that you're innocently excusing yourself.
But then, Roommate!Felix really began to grow suspicions with your change of attire, and attitude around the corners of the house.
First, it was how you'd call his name — Lixie this, Lixie that — calling him for the simplest tasks at hand. Praising him for every tiny achievement, soft lips pressing on his cheek alongside the compliments. An act of gratitude, you called it. It became too much for him to bear when you started walking past him semi-naked, the plush of your breasts evident through the thin shirts you wear at home, nipples poking at the fabric. Those tank tops… your arms, the way it rides up with every subtle movement — so tight on you — it could rip apart so easily…
Excusing himself once again, or else he might combust right here and right now. Lose all forms of self control, and do something he might regret later.
Roommate!Felix's whose last straw happens one evening, where you innocently decided that it was okay to put your hands all over him after you, again, innocently spilled soda at the both of you.
It was an accident! Really!
You just happened to shake the bottle a tad too much, then it exploded in your hands. You're a victim here! But since you're so nice, you tried to clean it up for him.
Hands moving flat on his stomach, so casually trailing lower to rest on his thighs as you lean forward. “Oh no,” you mumble, grabbing a tissue, “look at the mess I caused—”
“What're you doing—?” he hitches, voice cracking with a caress on his stomach, feeling the bumps of his abs contract underneath your palm.
“Helping you…” your tone resembles the gentle lush of spring, bringing a dizzy haze to his brain, that the situation almost escapes him. Ears flushing red when you climb up to him, crawling towards him. Your tits in front of his face — transparent with the sugary liquid seeping through — he has to close his eyes, taking a ragged, controlled, breath.
“Stop,” he mutters, face scrunching. You hum, confused. Letting out a surprised yelp when he grabs onto your wrist, pushing you back onto the couch so that your positions are reversed. His gaze is pained in restraint, eyes gliding over your taken aback figure. “Helping me? Are you serious– you're making it worse,” his words are harsh, but his tone holds no venom.
Your lashes flutter, feigning naivety. “What do you mean?”
He frowns, skeptical. “Do you seriously not realize?”
You shake your head, shrugging, but a faint smile tugs at your lips. That's enough to tell him that you're toying with his poor heart. He's hard. Believably so. “I wouldn't know… if you don't tell me, Felix.”
He sighs, watching you lift your leg, thigh resting dangerously close to his erection. The one you both noticed. “You've got to be messing with me…” he can hardly speak. “You can't– you can't just walk around half naked and touch me like this." He gulps, dragging his pupils up to hold eye contact. “I'm a man, you know?”
Roommate!Felix who observes you gulp, the rise of your chest falling up and down under his sudden shift in behavior. Your plan backfiring — or perhaps it's working as you intended — to puppet his brain to the point of snapping.
Roommate!Felix who ends up with your pussy sat prettily on his face by the next hour. Somehow, he convinced you to sit on his face. You were against the idea — till he practically begged you to — ending up indulging, that might've been the heavens rewarding you, or him for his persistent work.
Roommate!Felix who grips on your thighs, fingers digging and curling into the soft meat to push you further onto his face. Shoving his tongue deep inside, until he's the one seeing white from the lack of oxygen. He doesn't need it, not when he's breathing in your pussy, drinking and lapping at every drop you present him with.
You've already cummed twice!! And he's showing no signs of stopping yet, if anything, he's grunting against your clit. Wrapping plump lips around the bundle of nerves, he sucks on it harshly; groaning when you twitch above him, grinding down on his mouth.
Felix spreads your folds, spitting on them before lolling his tongue out. The contact is hot, wet sounds emerging from how he's crudely making out with your cunt. You yelp as his teeth nip at your clit, holding onto the couch's armrest for support with an overstimulated cry. You don't think you can handle it any more! He's not listening either!
Roommate!Felix who notes the abrupt clenches of your walls gripping on his tongue desperately. He can tell you're about to cum again. Your thighs shake around his head, legs giving out from trying to support your body upwards. Crushing him, just like in his dreams.
“Fuck,” he's the one to curse, the sensation washing over his body from pleasuring you is too much. You have no idea what you do to him. He laps at your clit, tip of his tongue circling your clit in tight-messy patterns, involuntarily noises vibrating through your core as your palms land on his thighs, unable to hold it in — you warn him, a plea to accept a brief pause — however, he doesn't care about that. He wants you to soak his face, to squirt all over and have him drown in it.
Roommate!Felix who's the most joyous as your juices splashes him, gaping his mouth wide to swallow everything. You squeal, attempting to stand away from him in embarrassment. Alas (luckily), he holds you in place, dragging out your orgasm with his dutiful mouth till you're left a trembling and sensitive mess.
Roommate!Felix who taps his tip against your lips, urging you to suck on it like a lollipop. Barely pushing the first inch in, teasing as he bumps it to the inside of your mouth, moaning at the sight of the bump forming at your cheek.
Roommate!Felix who shoves it allll the way in, just to slide out entirely. Repeating the act, leaking when strings of saliva connect to his base from how deep he's in your throat, then back to nothing. Taking pleasure in your choked gags and coughs as he hits the tightest part of the warm tunnel.
Roommate!Felix who you had never expected to be so shameless about his obsession for your boobs. Constantly grabbing and kneading the flesh in his palms. No matter if you're wearing clothes, a bra, or nothing at all. He'll walk behind you, glued to your back as he snakes his arms around your waist. Embracing you softly, face deep in the crevice of your neck. But then his fingers would inch upwards. Up, and up to the tight fabric around your chest. Thumbs playing, and tweaking with your hardened buds, disregarding the cotton's barrier. On some days, he might even suck on the fabric, wetting and smearing his drool across your shirt.
Roommate!Felix who you hadn't known to have such a high libido. He's always horny. Scolding him for it, but you did this to him? That's what he'd tell you in his defense. It's your fault for messing with his head, your fault for causing the strain in his pants, and your fault for being so sexy he can't seem to tear from you.
God — if he could get under your skin — he would.
Roommate!Felix who's actually a sweet boyfriend — if that's what he is — when he isn't fucking you dumb. He takes you anywhere, and everywhere he deems necessary. Bending you over the nearest surface with the purpose of spreading you open on his dick. Splitting your cunt with every hurried thrust, because he can't afford to let go! It feels too good! His pace gets shallow whenever he's closed, quick slaps of hips hitting the deepest corners of your pussy, drawing out the cutest fucked-out noises out of your mouth — core aching and crying from overstimulation — simply because it's the third time he's pouncing on you today.
Roommate!Felix who holds onto anything he can find. Your tummy, your thighs, the meat at your hips — you drive him insane. His hands are small in the doughy flesh, getting him stupidly close just by watching you jiggle with his movements. He thrashes, squirms, and cries from holding you alone, adding to his pleasure — his toes curl when you start to cry too. Pinching at your chewy cheeks, calling you out for your tears, and hoping to calm you down as if he wasn't in the exact same state.
Roommate!Felix who shows how much of a good partner he is by kissing each fragments of your skin, loving and squeezing the flesh — not out of lust this time — but for the reason that he's in love with you. No matter how pussydrunk he can get, he first started with a silly crush on his beloved roommate.
You've always been insecure about your lack of experience, so when you find out lee felix the sweet boy always joining in on your groups hangouts, a friend of a friend is a camboy? You assume he'd be perfect to teach you, and based on your research, stalking his content, you think he'll be perfect, sweet, soft — you were wrong.
contains .ᐟ.ᐟ › virgin!reader, camboy!felix, unprotected sex, oral (both rec) handjob, face sitting, slight corruption kink (kinda), readers a perv, tit play, mating press, teasing, multiple orgasms, voice kink, alot of pet names, aftercare barely proofread.
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an: camboy skz..... very much got the camboy skz bug from lovely the @channlust also thank u to @filmsbyun for the camboy name xx
You weren't ashamed that you were a virgin — I mean you definitely weren't a prude, you just never wanted to.
You also didn't want to rush it. When you were a teenager you just wanted to focus on your studies, now you're in college and you feel far behind.
Luckily, you happen to be around friends who don't care or pressure you into things. It was you who wanted it to happen.
A small part of you felt embarrassed, logically you know its normal and society or whatever —
But fuck did you just wanna get laid.
You're an adult you know your body — you know that you're tired of waiting.
Because you're curious, and scared but mostly curious.
You're hot, you know realistically you could find someone to sleep with, but you also don't want it to be with some stranger.
Your best friend Jisung knew all of this, he knew all about your feelings, your doubts, your desires.
Now Jisung has no filter — usually you can just ignore things he blurts out.
This you cant.
"I'm just tired of feeling behind — and just inexperienced." You groan, flopping down on the couch next to him.
The two of you relaxing, a casual Friday movie night, no deadlines just horror movies Jisung claims he can handle and endless snacks.
"It's not bad to not have sex, maybe the world thinks you need to be celibate." He teases you, only resulting in you hitting him with a pillow.
Taking a deep breath, letting it deflate into a groan. "It's not that I don't want to have sex, its just that I have no idea how to even start — do I just go up to a guy and say hey fuck me!" you say dramatically, rolling your eyes.
"Maybe you can ask Felix for advice." His words coming out, naturally, absentmindedly scrolling through the Netflix watch list.
You furrow your brows in confusion at the sudden mention of Felix. One of Jisung's friends who is kinda your friend, you get along great but not enough to share your sexual problems, or lack there of.
Hes hot, objectively so. Every time he shows up at a hang out you cant help but be drawn to him still, you're way too shy to ever talk to him properly.
He is also the sweetest ever, even to those he doesn't know. You remember when your car broke down and when You called Jisung in a panic he was there with him. Immediately ordering you an uber so you got home safely.
"Why on earth would I go to Felix?" Your words laced with confusion and curiosity, knowing there has to be some corelation in Jisung's mind.
"Well hes got experience with that stuff yknow, his account —" Just as Jisung slips he realises, no you don't know, why on earth would you.
"Jisung."
"Nothing, forget I said anything!" His voice panicked, clearly knowing he shouldn't have said anything.
"God just tell me — what is he a sex worker or something?" You say half as a joke, only to notice Jisung's face redden a little.
"No way."
"No — not a sex worker! Hes a camboy that's it." He hurriedly corrects you, his hands waving around in his defence.
The truth only makes you shrug, who cares — I mean you're definitely shocked the sweet boy you know with the voice that shocks everyone is a fucking camboy but who cares, it doesn't matter.
But it does.
Because as soon as you left Jisung's left that night you were left alone with your thoughts.
Dangerous really.
Curiosity consumes you, the seemingly innocent Felix, leads a fucking double life.
You're not judging — no not at all.
You're interested.
When you definitely shouldn't be.
He's someone you know, you shouldn't be picturing him naked In front of a camera.
So you push it to the back of your mind.
You go on with life; work, studying, hanging out with friends, — keeping a not suspicious amount of distance from him.
Putting the whole camboy thing out of your mind.
Until last week.
Your friend Yuna, ever so supportive of you. Also knowing your situation offered to set you up on a date with a guy she thinks would adore you.
The date itself was fine, he paid for dinner, he was gentlemanly enough.
Until it got to the end, when he walked you to your door and expected an invitation in, when you didn't he just mumbled an are you serious, and walked off about being rude and a tease.
Obviously that left you mad — because why are all guys dicks!
Well not all guys.
Your mind drifts back to Felix — what Jisung said.
before you can even process you're on your laptop.
Now you're not proud of what you did, searching for his account with little information you managed to get from Jisung, proving slightly difficult considering he definitely wasn't using his real name.
Then you found it.
It was pretty easy to find considering he was popular.
By popular I mean popular.
You can tell it's him instantly — noticing the familiar moles on his arms, the preview voice echos through your apartment, the familiar deep, gravelly voice making your ears ring.
Quickly you shove your laptop on the end of your bed.
This is wrong, to even be on his page.
Then you see it.
kittiebbokie live
It was basically a jumpscare.
Because why now.
This was basically like eve being tempted to eat the apple or whatever.
You cant resist, just one look —
God you regret that.
The live starts with a panned out view, his face not visible, everything else is, the tent visible in his pants, his abs on display, teasing the camera, palming himself over his pants.
This is a wet dream — possibly the hottest thing you've ever seen.
You can't look away, you physically can't pull yourself from him.
You can tell hes putting on a show, making his voice slightly deeper, and his fans love it.
Watching as the comments fill, chat filling with donations of up to $200.
By the time the live wrapped up you had came.
Hard, harder than ever before.
Then it hit you.
The guilt.
You had to see him tomorrow at Jisung's house, you had to make conversation with him when you now know what his dick looks like — when you came to his voice.
You cant stop, even if you wanted to.
It became routine, every Friday you'd join stream, and then face him at the next hang out somehow.
You felt disgusting, perverted but you couldn't stop.
You knew for your own self you had to do something, even if you ended up getting rejected you had to try.
Because you knew him, you trusted him and god — did you need him.
He's perfect, hes sweet, kind and even if he rejected you he'd be nice about it.
And if he didn't then — you'll be in for a great time.
Its the usual, drinks at Jisung's and Minho's apartment, filled with all of your friends, friends of friends.
you've been off since you got there not sad just jittery. Nobody has really noticed, to focused in their own world.
One person did though.
Personally you believe to be unassuming, just relaxing over by the hallway, people watching. Barely focused on your surroundings.
"You okay?" His voice snapping you out of your daze, quickly standing up straight, turning to face him, a small amused smile on his lips, cradling a drink in his hand.
You don't trust yourself enough to speak yet, giving a curt smile while you nod. Half expecting him to walk off, but he doesn't.
Maybe he can sense your nerves, a part of you worried he is somehow reading your mind or something and can hear the battle in your head.
"Can I ask you something?" Your voice coming out slightly broken, feeling slightly embarrassed but hes kind enough to not say anything.
"Shoot."
Trying your best in your slightly inhibited state to form the right words — you cant just go right out and say what you want, I stalked your camboy page and want you to fuck me. No, not like that.
"I was — browsing, a site and I came across something." Your words cautious, trying to hint what you mean. It takes him a moment to figure it out, his smile shifting even wider, his cheeks growing slightly pink.
"What were you doing on a camboy sight, angel?" His words teasing, lighthearted even.
Quickly you stiffen, letting out a small embarrassed sound, your heart racing at the pet name — hes definitely never called you that before.
"Shut up."
He lets out a low hum, his eyes taking you in, only making you feel even more exposed.
"So — when you stumbled across it, did you watch any?" His voice lowering — your mind going back to his streams — the exact same tone he uses in it.
You cant hide your reaction — not even trying to, you just stand there avoiding his gaze.
After a small moment that feels like eternity, he finally speaks again. His body moving closer to yours, you can feel his breath ghost your ear as he whispers.
"If you want something angel, you just have to ask nicely."
A small whine escapes you without your permission, suddenly your whole body feels weak — a throbbing feeling forming between your legs.
Again, not you don't particularly trust your voice, your chest pounding in your chest, painfully aware of his eyes burning holes into you.
"I want you to fuck me." Your voice a broken whisper, you're not even sure you said it out loud, or even loud enough for him to hear you.
But oh, he did.
"See? Was that so hard sweetheart?" His words nearly making you tumble, your heart feels like its going to come out of your chest.
Without saying anything else he snakes his arm around your waist, guiding you over to Jisung — who was fully out of it, clearly having fun.
"She's not feeling well, im gonna call an uber for her." He says calmly, a sweet unassuming smile on his face.
If Jisung was even a bit more coherent he would have spotted it, your aura basically radiating nervousness, Felix's hand placed dangerously low on your back.
Quickly, he guides you outside, you don't even notice when he pulls out his phone to call the uber, or how long has passed, fully focused on the feeling of him on you.
When the uber arrives he opens the door for you, helping you in. The driver starts small talk — Felix obviously engages, ever the kind guy he is.
While hes asking about the guys day, his hand settles high on your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh without a second thought.
The drive felt like 5 minutes instead of 20 — the only time you wished it was longer, you don't know what to feel — before you know it you're stepping out of the car, giving the driver a small nod before driving off.
The walk through the complex was quiet, Felix's hand never leaves you. Whether its on your hip, his fingers laced with yours or his hand guiding you through the hallways.
When you step through the door to his apartment you take it in, its a nice place, very Felix. He leads you to the bedroom, entering the room you suddenly feel a strange sense of recognition, memories from his stream entering your mind.
"You changed your room around." You say absentmindedly, almost forgetting that you haven't ever been here before.
He only hums, catching onto what you mean, pulling you into the room, closing the door behind you.
When you hear the door close it all got very real, you were actually doing this — with Felix.
Felix pulls you in front of him, his mood shifting into something softer, noticing your slightly out of it state.
"How much did you drink?" He says cautiously, his fingers tracing your arm, trying to calm your nerves.
"Not much, two shots — to get rid of nerves, m'okay, promise." Your voice timid, your whole body feeling warm.
"I make you nervous?" He says cheekily, only making you smile, the tension easing slightly as you let out a small laugh.
His fingers move up, tracing along the curve of your jaw, almost trying to memorise how your skin feels under him.
"So sweet for me, yeah?" His voice sending a shiver down your spine, instinctively leaning into his touch, your fingers grasping into the fabric of his shirt.
Felix wastes no time pressing his lips onto yours, its slow, careful, testing the waters.
When you quickly kiss back, your hands moving up to hold onto his blonde locks, he deepens it, his hands cradling your face, keeping you in place, his lips soft against you — faintly tasting the sweet drink he was drinking earlier.
Felix breaks the kiss when — only to breathe, you whine, trying to chase his lips, only making him stifle a laugh, his thumb stroking your skin smiling at you.
"What do you wanna do? It's at your pace, sweetheart." His words making your heart flutter, the nickname growing familiar but still making you weak, his carefulness and thoughtfulness only making you want this — him more.
You nod, your brain clouded, not from the alcohol — from him.
"Words, angel."
"I want you to —" Your words quiet dragging out, breathless. Finally saying it, a part of you is still in disbelief this is happening, that he actually is here, wanting you. Your eyes meet his, waiting for you to finish your sentence.
"Teach me.." Your eyes wide, looking at him swallowing the lump in your throat, everything out in the open, waiting for him to make the next move.
He waits a moment, your words sinking in, taking a sharp unsteady breathe before leaning forward, his lips catching yours again, kissing you hard, trying to show you how much he wants you.
Moaning into the kiss, his tongue swiping over your bottom lips — swallowing your sweet sounds, walking you back to the bed, sitting you down on the bed, before pulling you into his lap.
His hands running over your back, holding onto the back of your neck, holding you in place to look at him.
"Can I take this off?" His voice sweet like honey, soothing your nerves, trying to make it comfortable for you.
You nod, not trusting your voice not to break. Felix's pull your shirt over your head, revealing a lacy blue bra.
His favourite colour.
He lets out a deep groan, taking a breathe, his eyes locking on the pretty lace, noticing your nipples pebbling under the thin, flimsy fabric.
"You planned for this — fuck, angel." His voice broken, holding back, his thumb skimming over your perked bud through the lace.
A pathetic, surprised gasp escapes your lips, your head leaning forward to rest on his shoulder.
Your reaction only fuels him, his free hand reaching back around to unclasp your bra with ease.
Feeling the fabric loosen, falling off of you, suddenly feeling exposed.
"Tell me its too much and we'll stop." His voice steady, prioritising your comfort over everything.
"Its all too much — in a good way.. Don't stop, please." The words fall out before you can stop them, desperate and real.
You can feel him let out a breath of relief at your words, his hand cupping your tit, his thumb brushing over the sensitive nipple, drawing a soft moan from you.
"So gorgeous, all for me too — arent I lucky." He hums, not even talking to you directly, his lips pressing soft kisses on your neck, you lean your head back to give him more space, feeling him smile against your warm skin.
His arm wraps around you, guiding you to sit back against the headboard, his fingers tracing over the hem of your pants, looking up at you asking for permission.
giving a small nod and smile in response, he wastes o time pulling both of your panties and shorts off you, throwing the to the end of the bed.
The cold air rushes over you, suddenly feeling very exposed, Felix being fully clothed compared to you.
Felix senses this, pulling away from you, standing up next to the bed, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his familiar frame that the camera does not do any justice to show how fucking pretty he is.
Shoving his jeans down, stepping out of them, left only in his boxers, noticing the sizable tent present making your mouth water.
He moves onto the bed, resting against the headboard, pulling you into his lap, you can feel his bulge press against your bare core, sure that your wetness is soaking the fabric.
"Do you know what you want, angel?" You think for a moment, a thought popping into your head, only for you to take a deep shaky breath. He quickly notices, his interest growing.
"Wanna feel your mouth… On me.." Your words are quiet, radiating nervousness which he quickly silences with a wide grin.
"Good girl, you know exactly what you want? Want my mouth on you?" His voice is deep and sultry, his eyes scanning over you, his thumb tracing the skin on your waist.
A strangled sound escapes your lips, before you can process hes kissing you briefly, pulling back only to lay flat against the pillows, still straddling his waist.
"Felix?" Your voice timid, slightly confused, not sure what hes planning.
"Sit on my face." He says so fucking casually, like this is a normal occurrence.
"Are you? — Lix, im not sitting on your face! Ill crush you or something —" Your voice raising, your rambling shortly cut off with him squeezing your ass.
"You wont suffocate me, or crush me — even if you did that's a perfect way to go out." He teases, enjoying the small sound that escaped.
Giving you a moment, you let out a shaky breath, moving up hovering far over his face, feeling exposed with your bare cunt over his face.
"Fuck — look at her, shes dripping f'me, angel." His words coming out husky, dripping with need. His arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you straight down to his face.
"Fuck — Felix!." You squeal in surprise, your words dying in your throat when you feel him lick a long stripe up your pussy, lapping up all your juices.
Quickly your knees completely give up, settling fully on his face, only making him moan against your cunt, his nose nudging your clit with purpose, his tongue licking all over your cunt. Your hand reaching for the headboard, steadying yourself, the sudden unfamiliar waves of pleasure rushing through you.
The room echos with the mixed sounds of your soft moans, the sound of Felix licking all over your cunt, and the occasion groan he lets out.
Unintentionally you buck your hips against his face — quickly mumbling an apology that dies on your tongue when you feel Felix's tongue press against your entrance, you cant even understand what hes saying — his words muffled by your pussy.
His tongue pushes into you — giving you a moment to adjust to the new sensation before fucking his tongue into your cunt.
You've touched yourself before but you've never felt anything like this — its so much better, you don't know if you can go back.
You stop fighting it — letting yourself basically hump his face, your brain foggy — so focused on the new pleasure your feeling.
Felix's tongue leaves your hole — before you can whine, his lips wrap around your aching clit. A loud desperate moan leaving your throat followed by small whimpers and pleas — not entirely sure what you're begging for.
You can feel your orgasm forming in your gut, the tight sensation fuelling you, grinding against his face, only fuelled by his groans against your pussy, his lips sucking on your sensitive bud.
You feel your orgasm crash over you — instinctively trying to pull away from him. His fingers digging into your hips, keeping you right on his face, licking and fucking you through your orgasm, drinking up all your cum.
Riding out your high, you wince pulling on his hair slightly to pull him off your swollen pussy, moving off his face, laying down next to him, panting.
You make the mistake of looking at him — because hes already looking at you, the bottom half of his face covered in your cum, his eyes dark with lust and somehow still smiling like a kid in a candy store.
"Jesus." You mumble, your voice sore from your moaning — slightly concerned for his neighbours but that thought ends there when he pulls you back into his lap.
"You okay, how are you feeling?" Felix's voice pulls you from your post orgasm haze, meeting his eyes, offering a small tired smile.
"M'okay, promise." The words coming out hoarse, your eyes wander over him, his skin flushed pink, noticing all the freckles over his body.
Without thinking you press your lips against his, Felix letting out a small surprised sound at your forwardness, morphing into a smile, his lips soft against yours, letting you lead for a moment before pulling back.
"Want you to teach me how to make you feel good." Your words direct — a stark contrast to your strained voice.
He freezes for a moment, a strangled groan leaving his lips closing his eyes before taking a sharp breath. "Angel, you don't have to do that —"
"I want to, so —" Your voice trails off, your hands moving down his body as you slide down, sitting between his legs, your hands perched on his thighs, swallowing the lump in your throat before you meet his eyes.
"Teach me.."
Muttering a curse under his breath he nods vigorously, you cant make out what hes mumbling but you don't really care.
Moving backwards you let him lead, his fingers hooking into his boxers, pulling them down and then off.
The sight of him in front of you makes you drool — you've seen him before, in the comforts of your room on a screen but oh my god, its so much prettier in person and you didn't even think a dick could be pretty before you saw his.
All the forwardness leaves your body — you've watched porn, read stuff but all of it left your brain.
"Its okay, I got you." His soothing voice giving you some comfort, his hand reaching for one of yours, guiding it to his cock.
"Just wrap your hand around it, not too tight — yeah just like that, good girl." A small groan leaves his lips when your hand wrap hesitantly around the base of his cock, tightening slightly as he tells you to, your hand stroking him carefully, your thumb brushing over his tip pulling a low groan from him.
"Fuck — you sure you haven't done this before, angel?" a strained laugh, morphs into a groan, growing slightly more confident in your movements.
Recalling back to one of his streams — you start mimicking what he was doing. Your hand tightening slightly, thumb tracing over that sensitive vein.
Before he can process, you dip your head down, giving a small kiss to the tip, his hand instinctively goes to your hair, tugging on the strands.
"Fuck — angel, what are you doing, shit.—" He moans surprised, this only makes you smile internally, giving the tip a small exploratory lick while looking up at him.
The sight of you looking up at him with your lips around his cock is too much for him — his head leans back against the headboard, his fingers tightening in your hair.
Sinking your mouth on his cock, your tongue presses against the back of his cock, moaning at the fullness, the feeling of the weight of him in your mouth.
Bobbing your head slightly, not testing your reflexes yet, your fingers digging into his thighs.
Felix's fingers tug on your hair, pulling you off his cock, a small moan leaving his lips when he notices the string of spit connecting you to his cock.
"Did I do something?" Your voice innocent — slightly worried, immediately he tries catching his breath, pulling you back into his lap.
"I was about to cum embarrassingly fast, sweetheart." He says bashfully, a small sound escapes you, feeling proud of yourself for having that effect on him.
He presses a kiss to your lips before switching positions — your back hitting the mattress, your lips part as you look up at him, settling between your legs — it all finally hitting you.He presses a kiss to your lips before switching positions — your back hitting the mattress, your lips part as you look up at him, settling between your legs — it all finally hitting you.
Almost sensing it he rubs small circles on your thigh. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to, angel." His words coming out as a whisper, trying to comfort you. Quickly you shake your head — you want to do this, god you need him.
"I want to, im just worried." The confession lingers in the air, Felix thinking for a moment, letting your words set in before you continue. "What if im not good enough or something." Your heart close to bursting, your insecurities out in the open, Felix's expression softens leaning over pressing a kiss to your forehead, pushing some hair behind your hear, his hand lingering on your cheek.
"Do you think id be here if I didn't want this — you? The fact that you trust me enough with this — im honoured, and not good enough? I've been obsessed with you since I met you at Minho's birthday."
His words push all the air from your lungs — him, obsessed with you.
"And then you started avoiding me — so I asked Jisung and he let everything slip, then tonight you make up a little lie about how you stumbled across me?" His voice teetering on teasing but his words still holding weight.
You cant help but make a small sound — he knew you were lying, he knew you watched his streams and he didn't care — if anything it made him more obsessed with you.
Almost sensing it he rubs small circles on your thigh. "We dont have to do anything you dont want to, angel." His words coming out as a whisper, trying to comfort you. Quickly you shake your head — you want to do this, god you need him.
"I want to, im just worried." The confession lingers in the air, Felix thinking for a moment, letting your words set in before you continue. "What if im not good enough or something." Your heart close to bursting, your insecurities out in the open, Felix's expression softens leaning over pressing a kiss to your forehead, pushing some hair behind your hear, his hand lingering on your cheek.
"Do you think id be here if I didn't want this — you? The fact that you trust me enough with this — im honoured, and not good enough? I've been obsessed with you since I met you at Minho's birthday."
His words push all the air from your lungs — him, obsessed with you.
"And then you started avoiding me — so I asked Jisung and he let everything slip, then tonight you make up a little lie about how you stumbled across me?" His voice teetering on teasing but his words still holding weight.
You cant help but make a small sound — he knew you were lying, he knew you watched his streams and he didn't care — if anything it made him more obsessed with you.
Pulling him down to your level, your lips press on his — the kiss is hot — pouring everything into it, moaning as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his hips.
When he pulls away you can't help but pout slightly, which he presses a final kiss to your lips. He grabs his cock, giving himself a few strokes before lining up with your cunt, looking at you one final time for confirmation.
"Felix if you dont fuck me im leaving." You say lightheartedly, making him crack a small smile.
"I dont wanna hurt you, that's all." His voice breaks slightly — using all his power to hold back from fucking you until you're sure.
"I'm a virgin, not glass."
He cant help let out a strained laugh, his eyes focusing on your swollen cunt, his tip glistening from your previous release.
Slowly, he sinks in.
Not all at once — just the tip at first, waiting for your response — whether you wanna keep going or not.
The feeling is foreign, not like your fingers or his tongue — the initial stress is painful but not unbearable.
Sucking in a sharp breath, your fingers dig into his shoulders. Felix rubs soothing circles on your thigh.
"It's okay, ive got you — take your time." His voice is hoarse — the feeling of you around him driving him crazy.
Soon the pain blurs to pleasure — slowly adjusting to him inside you — and you need more.
You give Felix a small nod, with a shaky moan. Slowly he pushes in, not too fast, giving you time to adjust to more of him until hes fully inside you.
Adjusting to the feeling of his cock in you — no matter how many times you've imagined this you cant explain it — there's still a hint of discomfort from the stretch but it bleeds into pleasure — craving movement.
"Felix —" His name comes out breathlessly — your mind only able to muster that up — the overwhelming feeling of him buried inside you the only thing you can think about.
"I know angel, its okay I got you — good girl." He coos lowly, pressing a kiss on the inner of your wrist.
Slowly he starts moving — his cock buried inside you.
His pace quickens as your moans grow louder — the sound of your joint moans echoing with the wet sound of your bodies meeting.
His cock slamming into you, his hips crashing into yours — his fingers snaking down to your clit, rubbing your clit, matching the rhythm with his thrusts.
"Squeezing me so tight — fuck you were made for me, princess." He groans, his voice sending ripples through you, the deep octaves making you clench around him.
His hands move from your thighs to your knees, pushing your legs to your chest, putting you in a mean mating press.
The sudden change only makes him go deeper — every thrust has him grazing that sweet spot your fingers can never reach.
"Oh my god — Felix.." You let out a string of high pitched moans, babbling incoherent pleas at him.
You can feel your second orgasm brewing — your legs shaking against your chest. His thrusts growing sloppy — your moans only fuelling him.
"Fuck — sounding so pretty around my cock.. Maybe I have you join me on camera one day — let everyone see how cock drunk you are, angel.." His words hit you hard — moaning pathetically from the praise.
"Cum on my cock — gonna make sure to ruin you for everyone else — shit, just like that, pretty." He groans your pussy clenching around him — he's so close, but he needs to feel you cum around him first.
Your orgasm ripples through you — harder than your first one, you become a whimpering, incoherent mess around him — begging for him to not stop.
Felix cums right after — the feeling of you squeezing him, creaming around his cock breaks him, cumming muttering under his breath.
His thrust slow, fucking you through your orgasms, allowing you to relax a bit before pulling out, making you wince.
He quickly presses a soft kiss to your temple as an apology, getting off the bed quickly, pulling up his boxers and going out of the room — emerging back with a bottle of water, a protein bar and a wet cloth.
Settling back between your thighs he cleans you up gently, making sure not to overstimulate you.
The silence is comfortable — letting you clear your mind, process what happened. He throws the cloth into the washing basket near the bed, sitting beside you helping you sit up.
"Drink, dont want you losing your voice." He says sweetly, as if he didn't fuck the daylights out of you moments before.
Giving him a small smile, taking a few sips before putting it on the bedside table. His hand rests on your legs, his thumb tracing small shapes onto it.
"You okay? I wasn't too rough was I —" You quickly cut off Felix's ramble with a kiss, silencing any doubts instantly.
Pulling back a moment later, both of you smiling.
"It was perfect, Lix." You whisper, loud enough for him to hear it but not enough to break the small bubble you're in.
"I meant it though — that I like you, well I didn't say those exact words but yeah." He says shyly, his freckles darkened from the redness on his cheeks.
"Do you typically fuck people before a confession?" You tease gently, no actual bite to it, he only laughs in response, grabbing your hand.
"I dont do this with anyone, was waiting for you."
It takes you a moment to process his words — hitting deep in your chest.
"Also — when Jisung told me that he told you I did streams — I was hoping you'd be curious enough to watch." He smiles wide at the quick shift in your mood to embarrassment.
"Shut up."
He doesn't reply — just leaning you back against the bed, pressing a kiss to your lips before running his fingers over your cheek.
"If you joined me on stream I think my viewership would double — especially if you moan like that."
✦summary: Han doesn’t handle alcohol well, he always ends up doing something he can’t remember or embarrassing that he regrets. This time he starts teasing you, whimpering in need of your touch in the back seat of your other friend’s car after a night out at the club.
☆ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, mention of wet dream, teasing, clit play, very slightly somnophilia, (implied consent), oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex.
word count: 3.3k
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a/n: han jisung lately. that's it. he has me barking fr, read this while i work on a little more elaborated han fic requested, anon if u reading, wip luv u
dividers by dollywons
“Can you guys stop treating me like your fucking personal uber driver or something?” said Changbin amused but a little annoyed once you and Han got into the backseat of his car.
Changbin turned his body to see how clumsy you both got into his car.
“Sorry, sorry, Hannie got a little drunk, and he's the one who called you anyways, I was for sure gonna order a more kind uber driver” you replied, putting the safety belt on your drunk friend.
“Heeey man, what’s up” greeted Han to Changbin, completely wasted.
“Ha, ha, so funny. It's late and you know Jisung doesn't take alcohol well” replied Changbin, starting the car and looking at Han.
“Well, he's fucking 23, he can drink…” you argued.
“Yeah, but next time do it at home so you couple of babies who can't drink outside don't have the need to call me.”
“I thought I called Ch-chan” Han interrupted.
“We wouldn't have drank alone if you guys replied to the group chat I literally said-”
You were also drunk, not drunker than Jisung, but tipsy, speaking with difficulty and slurring your words, ready to fight.
“Shhh… why are you fighting, what's all that yelling, goshh, let me take my nap” Han spoke, dragging out his words because he was drunk, his heavy and loose body leaning on you.
“Oh the baby wants to sleep?” spoke Changbin in a baby voice, “you know what, fuck you Han, I was fucking a hot girl when you called” replied Changbin more annoyed, teasing him, and turning up the volume of the song he had in his car.
“Can you turn off the volume pleaseee?” whined Han.
“No” replied Changbin, turning the volume up a little more.
Han whined like a little boy, you said nothing and leaned your head back on the seat, when suddenly your friend's heavy body fell on you again, this time with his puffy cheek resting on your exposed breasts by your cleavage, from which you got a little upset; you wanted to move him, but he started moaning, you saw him, his mouth slightly open, his cheek squashed on your chest and his eyes closed, you thought he was asleep, one of the more reasons why he was so heavy and weak.
“Ji-jisung” you called his name in a soft whisper, stirring your shoulder a little to wake him up.
However it was impossible, the music was moderately loud. You started to stress as he was letting himself lean on you, you were about to move more roughly again and call his name when you hear soft whimpers come from his lips, mumbling your name.
“Y/n…” whimpered Han.
You frowned, thinking to yourself that he was somewhere between asleep and awake and was indeed somewhat conscious.
“Jis-”
“Mmm, Y/n don't stop, please” he mumbled again, whining in a slightly strange tone.
“What?” you said in confusion but he didn't respond and still had his eyes closed and his cheek pressed to his chest.
“Oh, fuuck” he sighed heavily.
That last one gave you chills, it had come from deep inside him and it had sounded so good, you were a little too drunk to think, still you magically came back to your senses… thinking about his moans sounding a little sexual, arousing a hint of excitement in you, making your nipples hard, but you didn't understand, you didn't know if he was playing or if he was really asleep, but somehow, his constant panting near you immobilized you, making your pussy throb.
You came out of your trance in seconds, you watched him, he really seemed to be asleep, you knew Han so well that you knew perfectly what his expression was when he was completely in a sleep state. But he kept whimpering softly, to which you deduced, he was dreaming and you finally connected the dots, as he was panting like that, it was a wet dream… if you had been soberer you would have laughed intensely, poor Hannie all needy to have a wet dream, after all you were friends… but you wanted to blame the alcohol for reacting aroused, for the closeness of his handsome face leaning on your breasts and… because he was babbling your name in his soft but deep voice…
He looked so good near you that you felt bad because he was asleep and unintentionally, the car passing by a lighted area, so much as to illuminate the inside of Changbin's car, you realized that your friend had an erection in his pants.
That was enough, the alcohol was gone from your system and you were not going to tolerate that behavior, more from you, feeling all turned on by your best friend, when you yourself made it a rule to feel nothing but friendship for any of the 8 attractive men that were part of your life.
“Han” you stirred abruptly, heart racing, nervous and guilty for feeling horny.
He woke up, a little scared and shaken, confused looking around not even knowing where he was. And as he woke up he saw you, and remembered his very vivid little dream where he was fucking you in his room, you saw him and you were slightly with your cheeks red and he immediately felt his penis was hard.
“Ah, Y/n, I'm really sorry, I fell asleep” he said apologetically, nervously, still with the effect of the alcohol in his system.
You didn't know what to say, the car was dark anyway, so Jisung distanced himself a bit from you, but the poor guy was a bit too drunk to distinguish or remember if what he dreamed he imagined or happened at some point, he only knew that his cock was aching from being locked in his jeans and that he wanted to get it taken care of as soon as possible, the worst, was that when he got horny-drunk, his feelings of sexual appetite were more intense and he didn't know how to put out the fire inside him. Jisung tried to look out the window, but the constant motion of the car and the view made him more dizzy and confused. And it was there… when his mind started to play a bad trick on him again, his brain betrayed him, he wasn't the shy and serious Jisung, he didn't know anything about his surroundings, he only knew what he felt and he felt in fucking heaven all spinning around, but at the same time his cock was throbbing and pulsating. It was there, when he no longer knew how to distinguish, and acted merely because of the effect of the noxious substance in his body.
He was about to say and do something that he would not remember for a few long hours when he awoke from his deep post-drunken sleep.
Jisung turned his sight, which was moving as he was drunk, but he managed to distinguish your silhouette, with that dangerous dress you decided to wear tonight, provoking him by seeing you without ingesting any drop of alcohol, provoking him now too. You were still, petrified and incredibly aroused at all the thoughts going through your mind with Jisung, you wanted to stop them, but your pussy was throbbing and your panties were already wet, you hated being a little drunk, you got incredibly wet the slightest thing, that's why none of the guys played along when you invited them to the club, because you would surely end up drunk kissing a stranger, begging for more, that's why the eight of them looked out for you a little.
He finally approached you, sure of himself, with steady movements and hardly awkward at all.
“Hey, Y/n, I must admit you look beautiful today” he whispered in your ear, your skin bristled, he didn't sound drunk at all, and you wondered how the fuck he could be so good including that, “Fuck, you actually look so fucking good every day and I'll be quick and honest, I haven't stopped thinking about you for a second… to the point where…” he laughed softly, “shit, I'm so fucking hard, would you touch me?”
Every word quickened your heart, you knew it was Drunk Han by the boldness and flirting, he flirted often when he got tipsy, but he had never asked for such a thing; you opened your eyes and swallowing saliva, you looked down at his erection… in the last few minutes you had fantasized about his cock as much as you never did in their years of friendship, why now, why, why, you wondered, you didn't want to, you ignored him, treating him crazy, knowing he wouldn't remember anything anyway, wouldn't remember that you didn't want to touch him, just because you wanted to convince yourself not to, not to cross that line, but your insides burned, wanting his cock to be buried in your wet pussy, sliding down your puffy walls.
“Please, please do it, touch me please, I need you” he begged as you had never heard him beg before.
Finally, you turned to look at him, your heart pounding, you watched his big round eyes, all of him, poorly lighted for the dark night, still you distinguished the gleam in his eyes, begging you, so needy it made your pussy lubricate more. You moved closer to his ear, not sure he can be conscious of formulating a good answer and said:
“How do you want me to touch you if we are in Changbin's car?”
“Just do it like this” he quickly replied, taking your wrist to direct your hand to his cock.
Another prick in your pussy, he was hard, so hard you could feel through his pants, Han moaned, enjoying the sudden friction and pressure of something on his cock, finally. You weren't sure whether to continue, but you thought fuck it all, it felt so good, along with Han's sweet, soft moans getting lost amidst the loud music of Changbin's car.
You bit your lip and continued, you stretched out your whole hand, pressing and feeling his whole erect member on the fabric of his pants, you squeezed and stroked it, your insides on fire, wanting to get on top of him rubbing yourself until you cum, but your mission was to make him cum, every part of your body trembled with excitement and sexual desire, never taking your eyes off Jisung, and your hand on his erection, he never shut up, you never thought your little friend would be so vocal about being sexually pleasured, you never thought of him sexually to begin with. Jisung cum in his underwear as he enjoyed every second of your hand stroking his cock, he cum so well that he let out a loud, muffled whimper that got Changbin worried.
You were barely smiling with satisfaction, when Changbin turned down the volume of the music and said, “Did you guys say something?”
You denied quickly and innocently, as if he could see you in the gloom, guiltily, like a small child who was about to be discovered playing a prank.
“No” you replied.
Han was catching his breath, unable to think of anything else but his orgasm and the feel of his penis somewhat sticky from his freshly ejaculated semen.
“Mmm, okay” Changbin added, “will you stay at Han's place or do you want me to drop you off at yours… although it would be better for me if you stay with Han, I'm almost there…”
Oh no, you thought, how were you supposed to go with Han, you wanted to go to your place and forget about the heat of the moment, but Han stepped forward to say, almost breathlessly:
“She'll stay at mine.”
“Fine” Changbin replied, turning up the music and leaving you no chance to argue your answer.
You noticed how Changbin was already pulling into the area of Han's apartment building and you felt so bad about touching Han in his car that you didn't even want to say anything else to him.
“Now let me help you” whispered Han in your ear.
His hand caressed your thigh and slowly went up while his face was still very close to yours; his hand reached your panties, making Jisung smile sideways.
“But what a naughty girl, you were seriously walking around only in your panties? Who do you think you are?”
You didn't answer and let yourself be carried away by his caresses on the fabric of your panties, gently stroking your folds, tickling you and bringing you to levels of desperation you never knew existed in your body. Han reached your clit, pressing it hard making you let out a soft squeal, he enjoyed it, the libido winning out over his drunken state and making his cock hard again, Han was so hungry to undress you, but even drunk, he knew he was with his other friend nearby. Finally, after torturing you by caressing you on the fabric, he found a way to pull the cloth away from your panties and finally stroke your bare and needy pussy, feeling his fingertips brush across your labia and refocusing on your very sensitive spot. You also returned to stroking and squeezing his erection, stimulating it. Han began to play with your clit, making you wet and causing you to tremble a little, you were so desperate that you would explode at any moment, you needed him filling your pussy, but for the moment his sweet, gentle and now and then slightly rough movements on your clit were enough to make you reach orgasm, closing your legs a little by reflex as you felt your fluids slipping from inside you. Han smiled, broadly, sliding your orgasm past your labia and ready to keep touching you; he was so close to his second orgasm, but you both felt Changbin's car pull up.
“We're here!” he announced, slightly happy to be getting rid of you for now.
You both took your hands off each other quickly and sheepishly thanked Changbin, getting out of his car and walking into the building where Han lived. You felt so embarrassed, every step you took you felt the sogginess of your vagina rubbing against your panties and Han had to go inside, watching his trusted employees, trying to hide his erection.
Once inside you waited for the elevator, Han staggering nervously and a little drunk, as you entered you realized you would be alone and, wasting no time, you pounced on him, savoring his sweet round lips, in passionate but agile kisses, tracing each other's body in desperation, feeling on your chin the slight roughness of his chin from his freshly shaved beard. You glued your body to his, feeling his erection, you had never felt this good, you were sure he would feel better than any other single guy you had ever slept with, he was your sweet and fun Han, you couldn't wait to jump on his cock once the elevator doors opened and took you straight to his apartment. And, finally there, Han awkwardly separated from you, quickly and abruptly undressing himself, causing you to tenderly giggle, you couldn't help but think he looked cute, but your smile was erased once he pulled down his pants and underwear, exposing his pink-tanned cock. You watched him closely, from his penis, moving your gaze upward running along his marked abs and pecs, you were dumbfounded, realizing that you were really fucking your friend. Your body heated up again and, before Han could say anything, you stripped off your dress and underwear.
“Fuck…” he whispered.
Jisung couldn't believe if it was a dream, or if the alcohol truly worked magic, he never thought he was capable of getting past you with more than innocent glances and small compliments…. and now he was there, his cock throbbing at your naked image, he gasped and you had no choice but to get down on your knees to take his sensitive cock with its tip dripping his glistening precum, you wanted his cock everywhere on your body, hitting your face, between your tits, in your mouth, in your pussy, his cock was just as attractive as he was and you were sure it would fit perfectly in every nook and cranny of your core.
He looked down at you from above, expectant and incredibly aroused, you started stroking his cock, feeling every texture of his member, from his slippery pink tip to his balls, you smiled as you heard him moan, you stuck out your tongue, stimulating his glans to see him quiver and finally, you took his cock with your mouth, rubbing it in every corner of your cavity, savoring every inch of your sweet friend. Jisung grabbed your hair, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, unable to believe how he was still standing and not fading away, it had been a long time since he had been sexually pleasured, let alone in the wonderful way you were doing it now.
You sucked hard on his cock, your head in a steady motion and pace, fucking his cock with your mouth as he kept moaning and babbling your name, your pussy was soaking wet, you were begging for action and attention down there, your whole body screaming it, but you were so focused on the way Jisung's glans hit all the way to the bottom of your mouth with ease, his throbbing muscle colliding with your tongue and, after an internal struggle, Han cum in your mouth, causing him to whimper, feeling with immense relief, him savoring the orgasm and you his hot cum in your mouth, thinking that from that night maybe nothing would ever be the same again but you would fuck him so well anyway.
You stood up, moving closer to him and kissed him, blending his cum in your mouth, boldly touching his tongue, rubbing both your sexes, your breasts with your hard nipples and just bringing both your bodies together because of the closeness.
“C'mon, Hannie” you said smilingly, taking hold of his wrist and leading him to the couch in his living room, you were excited enough to go all the way to his room.
You pushed Han slightly so that he fell onto the couch and finally positioned yourself on top of his lap, taking his cock with one hand while leaning on his shoulder with the other, he looked so fucking good, his big eyes wide open, darker than usual, full of lust, his smoothly exercised body… you never thought he'd be the first of the eight you'd fuck first and there you were, settling his glans at your entrance and letting yourself fall slowly, sliding his erect cock into your wet insides as you so desired from the first hot whimper you heard come out of his mouth in that backseat.
You let yourself fall all the way down, gasping at the sensation, his cock being hugged by your walls had him a mess, a very needy and horny one; you stirred your body on his cock, jerking your body, rubbing your dripping wet pussy on his testicles, enjoying feeling perfectly filled for a moment. Han couldn't help himself and grabbed your breasts, fondling and squeezing them, you knew Han was… a guy who enjoyed tits more than anything. And you moved, his rigid length sliding into your core, you moving to get the perfect penetration at your pace as he kept playing with your tits.
“Fuck, y-you feel so good, oh, my” gasped Jisung, unable to speak clearly, lost in the softness of your walls performing a series of steady, frenetic movements as you bit your lip, panting and in concentration.
You rested and pushed with your hands on his thighs, but you were both so close to orgasm, you felt his cock swell inside you and Han groaned as he felt your walls suffocate his cock more; you kissed him before accelerating your movements, jumping endlessly, exhilarated, quickening your orgasm, your whole body tensing until you released in your sweet climax, allowing your body to expel every sexual pressure built up, spilling your fluids on your friend's cock.
“Mmm, fuck, I'm gonna cum too” warned Han whimpering.
Han squeezed your breasts hard and cum inside you too.
You mumbled a small mmm as you felt all your insides wet, full and slippery, still with his cock inside you, you dropped your body on Han's shoulder, trying to calm your heart rate.
And who would have thought, all that happened and Jisung only had two drinks and one shot of tequila.
summary: Jisung knew it would be hard to act normal around you ever since he met you, because, in his mind, there is only one thing...
♡ pairing: han jisung x fem!reader ᛝ genre—warnings: smut, handjob, mention of masturbation, needy!jisung, slight dirty talk, pet names, minho's there being jisung's bff lol, slow burn sooorry ᛝ word count: 6.1k
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wen’s note: a tiny ficcc, warm it up a little for the 40,000 jisung fic, ig (im doing so, im the spongebob sighing meme)
Jisung knew you would be the cause of many of his problems from the moment he met you. Right there, at his best friend’s father’s wedding, whose news was as unexpected as your arrival in his life.
“Um, do you have anything to do on Saturday?” his friend and roommate asked him.
It was a casual Wednesday, and they were both having breakfast before heading off to work. Minho had just finished his morning run and taken a shower. Jisung was eating some not-so-round pancakes he had cooked.
“Hmm, I don’t think so, why?”
Minho took a sip of his orange juice, completely relaxed. “My father is getting married this Saturday. You should come to the wedding. I’m going to choose my suit today.”
Jisung opened his eyes wide and looked at Minho in surprise at the news.
“Oh, my God, Minho, why are you telling me this now?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know, dude. I just found out myself.”
Of course. Jisung was used to that kind of attitude from Minho, always mysterious, nonchalant, and then suddenly dropping all the info.
“How’s your mom?” Jisung added.
“She’s living her best life. She’s on a Eurotrip right now.”
And then, the day came. The nice and pretty wedding day. That’s where he met you. Jisung had noticed you before, the pretty girl carrying a bouquet, whom he assumed was a bridesmaid. But until then, it was just a passing thought.
Until Minho introduced you. Minho found it strange. He had been an only child his whole life and loved his parents; they had separated on good terms years ago and... now, his old man was very happy with his new life and wife, about whom he enthusiastically told Minho that his new wife had a daughter... so he would finally have a younger sister.
Minho immediately thought of a little girl, between the ages of 10 and maybe 17. But no, his new little sister was anything but little. She was younger than him, yes, but that didn’t change the fact that she was already in her twenties, a college student... painfully quite attractive for his taste, by the way.
Then it happened during the event, when suddenly, nothing new—Minho blurted out, almost to kill the boredom of sitting there.
“Hey, Jisung. Come here. I want you to meet my new sister,” Minho shook his arm.
Jisung was quietly eating a snack he had taken from the dessert table when his friend’s comment took him by surprise. “What?” he replied.
“Ilyoung has a daughter, and my father insists that I treat her like my new sister,” Minho said, standing up from his chair. “Come on. She’s hot.”
Jisung chuckled. “Isn’t that a little weird thing to say?”
He followed Minho without complaining or questioning anything, as usual, and practically let himself be dragged to the table where you were sitting. And that’s when saying you were hot wasn’t enough. You took his breath away right away.
Minho was proud of Jisung; he was his best friend and like the brother he never had, so he always took him everywhere, showed him off, and introduced him to everyone in his circle. And now, there was no doubt that you, the daughter of the woman who married Minho’s father, were part of his circle.
Besides, Minho brought Jisung because he was amused by how nervous his friend got around an attractive girl. Plus, he also wanted to tease you a little, after all... now you were stepsiblings, right?
Minho had only met you a month ago. You talked and knew little about each other, but there was still a certain tender trust between you, as you both wanted the best for your parents. Still, every time you saw Minho, you couldn’t help but think he was so damn handsome.
“Hey, Y/N,” you heard Minho’s voice and turned to look at him. Next to him was an attractive guy with a shy smile. “This is my roommate and friend, Han Jisung.”
You smiled broadly and stood up to greet him. You thought that now everything made sense. You also thought about how handsome Minho looked in a suit, but your attention was focused on the new guy you had just met.
“Nice to meet you, I’m... Ilyoung’s daughter, Y/N,” you replied cheerfully.
“Nice to meet you,” Jisung replied sheepishly, smiling.
Minho smiled mischievously at the situation, as he already knew how nervous his friend was with even the slightest interaction. And in his mind, yes, Jisung didn’t know how to act around you right now.
For your part, you didn’t know whether to say it, but you did anyway, since you really didn’t care.
“So you’re Han Jisung, huh? Your father has told me a lot about you,” you spoke in a playful tone.
You gently pointed at Minho, talking about his father, but Jisung didn’t notice, and you stared intensely at Jisung, making him even more nervous, something in you loved making him that way. His voice was uncertain, his posture tense, and his eyes wide. He was too handsome to be so awkward. You loved it, his reaction contrasting perfectly with his broad, muscular arms. His face was still tenderly attractive, a little boyish... but that thick voice and rough texture on his freshly shaven chin told you he was a man.
“M-my father?” Jisung stammered.
“No, not your dad, silly. I don’t know him,” you giggled. You could tell he was nervous, and you thought it was cute. “Minho’s dad. He said he thought you two were gay.”
Jisung blinked in confusion, not expecting that kind of comment. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard it... it wasn’t that he didn’t find Minho attractive, but they just weren’t that kind of friends. Jisung was about to deny it when Minho playfully stepped forward, taking Jisung by the waist and pulling him close to his body.
“Well, he’d better start to believe it’s true,” the older joked and turned to Jisung, coming within inches of his cheek. “Isn’t that right, honey?”
Jisung laughed nervously, his face red, not believing that Minho was playing around like this right in front of you.
“He’s just playing...” he said between giggles, trying to break free from Minho.
“I don’t think he is...” you added amusedly, raising your eyebrows.
After that, Jisung couldn’t stop thinking about you. He dreamed of the day when Minho would invite him to a family event so he could see you. But two weeks passed since the wedding and he heard nothing more from you.
Jisung was resigned to letting you go. He was too cowardly to talk to you on social media; he didn’t even know how to act when you met.
And everything dropped like a dream come true, and his downfall at the same time. All the same. At a random and quiet moment of the day, Minho suddenly blurted out casually:
“Do you remember Y/N? My dad is really pushing this sibling situation, dude, so... she’s coming to live with us temporarily until she finds an apartment, is that okay with you?”
It was more than okay. But still, you made him so nervous.
At first, it was like an innocent crush, and during the first few weeks, you were a little shy. You were working because you were on summer vacation and were going to graduate the following year, so your mother offered to help you find an apartment... but in the meantime, of course, you could stay at Minho and Jisung’s house. And you accepted. You would live with 2 attractive men, how could you say no?
All Jisung could do was swallow nervously whenever you were around. You talked little, looked at each other a lot, and often exchanged meaningful glances. You liked each other, without saying anything; but you knew that Jisung would never make the first move, so you kept it that way for a while, staying close, teasing him and flirting with him. Going to his room next to yours, asking him to teach you how to play the guitar... all those little things that made his heart race.
It was only after two weeks that you finally felt at home, living under the same roof as two men and 3 beautiful cats that you adored and taked cared of—whom they sleep with you sometimes, making Minho jealous; you started wearing more comfortable clothes, thin cotton shorts around the house, no bra, sleeveless tops with cleavage... just to get Jisung’s attention, and it worked like a charm. You had turned him into a ruthless pervert who couldn’t stop fantasizing about you, now in an open and purely sexual way. Although in the process, you caught the occasional glance from Minho, too.
Jisung felt pathetic in your presence. He wanted to get closer to you... but a phrase from Minho kept running through his head. “Jisung... I hope you don’t mind Y/N’s living here. I thought that—since you and I are almost like siblings, she might feel the same way, don’t you think?”
That sentence didn’t help Jisung at all. It made him feel disgusted when he looked closely at your bare thighs and your nipples hardening through your top.
But he knew what Minho meant. It was true. He had to treat you with respect... but even the perfect Minho forgot all that the moment you shyly asked permission to swim in the pool on a hot weekend.
Minho said yes. He even offered to go get some beers and cook something... it had been a long time since he had relaxed like that. And Jisung, like a coward, refused to stay with you, where a million things could have happened once you were alone... because you both wanted each other, you were impulsive, and he found it difficult to control himself around you. So he just accompanied Minho to the store.
Everything was going well, but when they returned, they were both stunned to see you swimming so beautifully, the sun making your skin glow. They both stood there speechless, breathing heavily, just admiring you. And when you noticed their presence, because you strangely felt like you were being watched, you got out of the pool, dripping wet and wearing a very tiny pink bikini.
Both Jisung and Minho admired your figure shamelessly, from your wet hair, your breasts, your hard nipples, the bikini bottom clung so tightly it left little to the imagination, and your wet, shiny thighs. You knew they were watching you, but this time you felt a little shy, as you didn’t expect to cause a reaction in Minho, although it didn’t bother you at all. You had to admit that you liked having their attention; maybe in the future, you’ll be wicked enough to seek Minho’s attention and intense gaze too, not just Jisung’s, after all, you’ve always been attracted to your very handsome and older stepbrother.
“I can’t believe you had this pool and never used it! Come on! Let’s go swimming!” you invited them cheerfully.
The two men snapped out of their trance. Jisung cleared his throat and Minho let out a mischievous, nervous chuckle, not believing that he had thought that way about someone he struggled to consider family, but he had to admit that you must be a very sweet and cute woman in bed. Perhaps obedient and naive, since you were young, and that aroused more than one emotion in Minho.
On the other hand, Jisung needed more than a moment to get into the pool. He was so turned on. And it had happened before, long nights when he whimpered silently, masturbating in his bathroom to muffle the noise, and all he could think about was you…
And your gaze was still fixed on him, so it wasn’t that hard to notice how stiff his cock was. Your throat suddenly felt so empty. If it were up to you, you would help him right there to get rid of his erection and make him cum… the thought made you sigh and your pussy throb with desire.
Jisung sneaked away, saying he was going to change his clothes. But now he had another motivation when he saw your almost half-naked body. So, he locked himself in the bathroom of his room again, urgently pulled down his pants and underwear, and moaned as he felt his hard cock wiggle freely.
He grabbed it, pulled it out, and began to pleasure himself, holding back moans and closing his eyes tightly. He was so desperate, and he knew that when it came to you, it wasn’t just a simple erection that could soon be calmed down; no, he had to cum.
Jisung fantasized about you, and when he came, holding back a whimper and biting his lip hard, he felt guilty as his semen stained the floor and his hand. He felt so weak, like a foolish teenager masturbating to the image of a girl in a bikini. But that was exactly how you made him feel.
He cleaned himself up and went out, breathless. Pretending everything was fine.
“What took you so long? Were you taking a shit?” joked Minho, who was preparing everything to cook on the grill.
So, you had a little fun. Minho wore a long-sleeved shirt at the pool to avoid getting a tan, but Jisung went in without one, leaving you breathless and completely flustered. You were going to flirt and tease Jisung after finding out he had an erection, but seeing his abs left you stunned.
You had already fantasized about his very attractive and tempting figure. You were surprised that someone with a shy and tender image hid all that under his clothes. However, you could tell that he took care of his body, since you knew that they both went to the gym and that Jisung’s pecs and arms were exquisitely defined when he wore a simple T-shirt, but seeing him finally without it, seeing his skin, made you so horny. Not to mention the details of his tattoos on his body. You couldn’t believe that someone as simple as you made him so nervous.
All that time, you were the one who was a bundle of nerves. You wanted him so badly, and the thought that he probably had to calm that erection down by himself made you subtly wet.
When night fell, you finally decided to get out of the pool. You helped them tidy up a bit, throw away the beer bottles, clean the patio table, and then you went to your room to take another shower and put on fresh, comfortable pajamas.
When you were ready, you went to the living room and found the rest of the house silent. Jisung and Minho were also showering and getting ready for bed, so you sighed and threw yourself on the couch, shamelessly using all of Minho’s streaming platforms in search of something to watch.
But you couldn’t stop thinking about Jisung. The real entertainment you wanted to watch was probably naked, looking exquisite, as he soaped his very sexy body... and of course, you couldn’t leave Minho behind.
They came downstairs at almost the same time, first Minho, wearing his silky pajama set very comfortably, while Jisung wore something more cozy and relaxed, like gray pants and a white T-shirt. They smelled nice, and their hair was semi-dry and a little messy.
“She’s taking over the house, and now the TV!” Minho joked, snatching the remote control from you.
“Hey! Don’t act like you don’t have TVs in your rooms,” you protested.
Minho plopped down on the left side of the sofa next to you and changed the movie.
“Yeah, but I feel like watching TV in the living room, what’s wrong with that? And I already told you to watch your honorifics with me,” he teased.
“Oh, I would never call you oppa, Minho. Get a grip. Well, at least choose a good movie so I can watch it, too,” you playfully hit his arm.
Minho rolled his eyes. He was tired of you being a rude brat who spoke informally to your seniors, but what could he do? Then a small smile appeared on his face, his gaze fixed on the TV as he pointed the remote control at it.
“I’m going to put on anime,” he replied with a mischievous chuckle.
“Oh, god! Please, don’t!”
Jisung was still standing there, smiling at the tender scene and the dynamic between you and Minho.
“Oh, sit down, Jisung, please,” you asked him kindly when you saw that he was still there.
“He’s older than you...” Minho almost whined in a warning.
“Jisung-oppa,” you corrected to provoke Minho.
“Oh, well, I see. He’s your only oppa. Ask him to buy you things, then,” he replied, playing along.
Jisung cleared his throat nervously and had no choice but to sit next to you, since you were right in the middle of the sofa. Jisung found that comment strange... did Minho buy you things? But he remained silent on the matter.
As soon as you felt each other’s closeness, your breathing quickened. He, because of his shy nature... you because you remembered how hard he had been a few hours ago, just seeing you wet in your bikini. Your thoughts kept going back and forth, telling you that you could be wet in a different way for him, that you fantasized about seeing him cum.
Minho kept looking for a movie, not noticing that Jisung was discreetly starting to look at your body. Your breasts brushing against that thin, soft top, your bare tights, your sweet face asking to be cradled and kissed. Oh, to kiss your lips, Jisung thought.
You shifted gently, smiling inwardly, knowing that he was still watching. But when Jisung felt the arousal descend upon every part of his highly sensitive area again, he decided to look away, or he would end up getting hard again.
Finally, Minho chose a movie, a horror film. Jisung was able to endure the first five minutes; he wasn’t that hard, but the sensation bothered him. Then, two of Minho’s adorable cats climbed onto their laps, and Jisung tried to calm down, gently petting Doongie, but as soon as you decided to join in and brush his hand while also petting the sweet cat, it was his undoing again.
But it wasn’t just Jisung who felt uncontrollably aroused; you began to feel that way too as soon as you saw his manly hand run through Doongie’s soft fur. You almost moaned in frustration, feeling envious of the sweet cat, wishing it were you that Jisung was stroking so lovingly.
You leaned back on the sofa, feeling suffocated, highly aroused—every muscle in your pussy throbbing and lubricating on its own—you were alone and helpless. What could you do? And your overwhelming sensation worsened as soon as you saw Minho too... his hand was also very manly and veiny; you wanted to go crazy thinking that you wanted both of his hands on you. Now.
So you shifted uncomfortably, feeling the closeness of both of them, but unable to do anything. But the more you moved gently, the more you provoked Jisung, your thighs rubbing against his, your nipples hardening softly...
At that point, he was at his maximum point of stiffness, the sensation overwhelmed him, so he abruptly wanted to get out of the situation by saying:
“Mmm... I’ll go get some popcorn. I’ll get two bags.”
It was the first thing that came to mind, and his excuse. Minho said nothing, didn’t even turn to look at him, but you did.
Jisung gently picked up Doongie, almost wanting to hide his erection with the poor cat, and put him down on the sofa. But it was impossible to hide it. Not for you, who was aware of every detail. Your mouth watered, and not exactly because of the idea of snacks with a movie.
Jisung went to the kitchen, leaned against the island, and let out a sigh. He even washed his hands, feeling dirty. He felt helplessly aroused. Every part of him was bristling, his heart was beating fast, and he barely touched your hand... he couldn’t believe it was possible.
You didn’t think twice. As soon as he walked away, you said to Minho:
“I’ll go get snacks too.”
And you stood up, looking for a moment alone with Jisung. You knew what you would do. That today, you would take a small or a very big step.
Minho didn’t pay attention to you, grumbling half-heartedly as he was too comfortable petting Soonie.
And you went into the kitchen, finding Jisung with his back to you, staring into space at the other end of the room, opposite where the microwave was.
Jisung was slightly startled when he heard your voice and slowly turned around. He was rethinking his very existence, even though he still had a hard-on.
“Huh?” he replied, casually putting his hands in his pockets, to hide his bulge. “Ah—ah, yes, the popcorn.”
You raised your eyebrows slightly, inviting him to do it. Jisung swallowed nervously as he had to come closer to you to do so. But he accepted his fate and did it. You stood there, watching him innocently as he walked toward you and stretched out his arm to reach the cabinet and take out the popcorn. You bit your lip subtly as his arm was so close to your face.
You wanted to make it as gentle and subtle as possible. But you couldn’t resist any longer.
“Can I help you with anything?”
Jisung looked at you confused and tried to act nonchalant, doing what he was doing, putting the popcorn in the microwave.
You looked him up and down, stopping your gaze on his cock outlined in his sweatpants, which looked very appetizing. You couldn’t find the right words to tell him that... maybe when Minho went to sleep, you and him could fuck and that you could wait for him in your room.
“Help?” he cleared his throat. “With what?”
A big, mischievous smile appeared on your face. Your pussy throbbed with daring and you felt your face burn slightly.
“With the very hard problem in your pants.”
Jisung took a deep breath, not believing what he heard, almost not feeling it was real, but he knew exactly what you meant as soon as you pulled the elastic of his sweatpants and gently rubbed his erection.
He took a step back abruptly. Jisung was shocked, opening his eyes wide in fear and looking at you with a very stern and judgmental gaze, as if he hadn’t been dreaming of this moment for quite some time.
“Y/n!” he exclaimed indignantly, but he was fascinated.
Your smile widened and you let out a giggle. You had finally confessed to him and now there was no turning back.
You slowly approached him, while he stood there, petrified, trying to process what was happening; with two of his most sensitive areas throbbing intensely, both his penis and his heart, and the reason was you.
“Oh, come on, Jisung,” you cooed. “Are you going to pretend you haven’t been walking around the house with your hard cock... like a fucking pervert every time you saw me? Because I’m tired of pretending I don’t want you to take it out and use it right now. Fucking me hard here in the kitchen, in the pool...” you drawled, your voice low and lazy but seductive. You leaned your body toward him, brushing your chest against his to continue to allure his senses, purring in his ear, “You think I don’t notice how hard you are for me, huh? I wonder how many times you’ve masturbated... what you think about... and you know what? I’ll always be here to help you, you don’t have to touch yourself alone, from now on...” You stroked his cock through the fabric of his sweatpants, making him moan. “I can make you cum.”
Of course you could make him come. You could do it without even touching him, and his cock would throb in orgasm, releasing every drop of his very guilty semen. You had that power over him.
Jisung was trying to process how all those vulgarities suddenly came out of your mouth, but he loved it, he loved it so much that you were finally touching him, he needed it, he was so desperate for you.
“Bu—but Min—Minho is in the living room...” he stammered with difficulty.
You slowly pulled away from him to gaze at his sweet, attractive face while you gave him pleasure, and you raised your eyebrows, bit your lip, and were surprised that he was finally letting himself go. He had accepted it.
“Ahh... Hannie, so you want me to make you cum?” you teased him.
You squeezed his bulge, and he let out a restrained moan in response. He nodded energetically. His entire penis ached so pleasantly, it was a sensation that overwhelmed him and filled every part of him, almost causing him to lose his train of thought.
“Yes—yes... but, Min—”
Jisung whimpered between gasps as soon as you pulled down his sweatpants and began to stroke him through his boxers. You were impatient. He moaned loudly enough to be silenced by you, and he held on to the kitchen counter with one hand. He was so weak and surrendered to you.
“Sshh, Jisung. Keep it quiet. If Minho doesn’t hear anything suspicious, he won’t have to come here... Now, how about this deal...” You finally pulled down his boxers, revealing his very erect and dripping cock. You held it and visually feasted on it. It was slightly thick, veiny but smooth and absolutely flushed, tip so needy and dripping that you almost got on your knees to slurp him out. Your breathing quickened and your core began to throb with desperation—long, hard pulses, practically screaming for Jisung’s cock to fill it. “If I help you a little right now. I’ll make you cum and then... you can make me cum later, is that okay?”
Jisung nodded, his vision blinded by desire and the beautiful sight of you right in front of him.
“Yes—yes, mm...”
Jisung began to writhe in pleasure, his cock being pumped in the middle of the kitchen, the place filling with the smell of popcorn, the sound of them, pop, pop, and his soft, desperate grunts.
“Are you going to come to my room tonight and fuck me?” you asked sharply, so excited by the idea.
“Mmm, y-es—yes, princess, I’m—mm going to fuck you tonight. A-are you going to wear something cute for me?” Jisung gasped.
You continued to masturbate him, your right hand feeling and reveling in all his slick texture, running along his entire length, inch by inch, caressing his dripping tip, smearing his pre-cum all over his stiff shaft, while your left hand delicately cupped his warm balls, playing subtly with them. You could feel his cock stimulated, from base to tip, throbbing in desperation.
You bit your lower lip. You, too, were making a wet mess down there. You loved every needy expression on Jisung’s face, and even more when he listened to you talk... it was as if his cock throbbed to the sound of your voice, your sultry whispers talking dirty to him.
“Mmm, yes. I’ll wear my prettiest lingerie sey, would you like that?” Jisung nodded, his eyes beginning to tear up. He would give anything to moan freely and express how good you were making him feel. “And… what are you going to do to me tonight, huh? I’d like to know. Tell me everything.”
Jisung took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and threw his head back. He couldn’t even think clearly. The difference between pleasuring himself and the sensation of your warm, soft hand working on him, without wasting a single damn inch, was so obvious and massive. He wondered, if your hands did it like that—so divine… he couldn’t wait to find out how your wet mouth felt, your lips, the inside of your cheeks, the teasing of your throat, tongue, and teeth around his cock, and of course, your cute, tight, ready pussy for him.
He looked at you again and did his best to tell you what he would never have dared to say in the first place, what he kept deep inside:
“I’m going to eat that delicious pussy of yours. Fuck, I wanna taste you so bad. I want to taste you until you cum and—I want, I want to fuck you so hard for all those times I couldn’t touch you—Oh! Fuck, Y/n—plea-se” he whimpered in desperation.
You smiled happily. You were genuinely happy, it was like playing with a console, pressing, touching, pulling the right places that made him tremble. You loved watching him whimper, moan, and tremble, just for you, and your very naughty hands… pumping his very needy and sensitive area.
“You like that, huh? So… uh, fuck me hard? I never thought you’d be the type to fuck hard, Jisung—”
“I’m going to do it, princess. Fuck, I want to destroy you completely,—fuck, this feelsss sso good, baby. I can’t—” he tried to control himself for a moment. “I want to see your pretty pussy filled with my cock, is that what you want?” he growled subtly.
You blushed immediately, not expecting that, and your genitals trembled at his words, at his rough voice telling you so.
“Mmm, I can’t wait. Do you know how wet I am for you?” You leaned close to his ear again, “I can’t fucking wait for you to use my pussy. I need your tongue to lick me open right now. I need you so bad, Jisung. Wish you were fucking me right now.”
Your needy voice made him twitch. You slowly moved away from him, staying inches from his face.
“I can already imagine how soaked you are, baby…”
“But… we have to do this quickly. You’re going to cum for me, huh, right? We don’t want Minho to find out, do we?”
You played with his cock a little roughly, slapping it a bit, making him whimper. Jisung was on the edge. Almost as close to his long-awaited orgasm, while you just built up your desire more and more.
He nodded submissively again, letting himself be carried away by your every touch. You looked at each other for a few seconds and couldn’t help but join your lips in a hot, seductive, slow, and dirty kiss; lips practically making love, tongues fucking, a kiss so filthy and loud it echoed in the room, between your agitated breaths and lascivious, weak bodies.
When you separated for lack of air, Jisung let out a loud whimper. So fucking hot that you could feel your entrance dilate, begging to be penetrated by him. So beautiful and scandalous that your nipples became erect. Still, you said, with ragged breathing:
“Shhhh… he’s right there,” you said, and he grunted instead, ragged grunts, so close to his orgasm. “Although… I have to confess, Sungie… God, I’d love to hear you moan for me. Are you enjoying it?” you smiled. “You look so needy right now. I wish you could see yourself right now.”
You pulled and squeezed his cock harder, eliciting a completely desperate moan from him. “Ah— yes, yes. You’re doing it so great.”
You increased the pace of your hand, making it faster, more violent, and more frenetic, this time showing him less mercy. You wanted to see his face when he came, as much as you were enjoying his sweet reactions as you gave him pleasure. You lowered your gaze for a second to appreciate the delicious mess that was his highly stimulated and flushed cock. You went a little crazy just looking at it and turned your gaze back to his ecstatic face.
“Oh god, you have no idea how much I want to get on my knees and suck your cock right now... But I can’t, it’s so unfair. What if Minho comes and finds us? Huh, oh Jisung, what will your dear friend think if he sees you like this?”
You began to tease him with a smug smile on your face and with your words in a needy tone. Jisung was so close, and you could feel it. You had complete control over him. The room was filled with the obscenity of your hand rubbing, fucking his cock, and his exasperated sighs.
“Ohh, Y/n, I’m go—” he whimpered.
He didn’t even finish the sentence when you were already feeling his balls twitch and his cock throb more desperately, and finally his orgasm shot out into you. A hot, slow shot, filling your hands with his thick semen.
You smiled contentedly, watching Jisung struggle to release his very messy and loud orgasms.
Your caresses slowed down, softening his explosive orgasm and calming his dick.
In the distance, you could hear the eerie background sound of the horror movie, but it didn’t matter; the two of you were living your own erotic scene right now.
It was all fun, intense stares, heavy breathing, and messy and loud orgasms, until—
“Hey, guys, what are you doing? Why are you taking so long? Did you burn the popcorn?” Minho said, entering the kitchen.
As soon as you heard him, you abruptly pulled away from each other. Jisung opened his eyes wide, feeling his soul leaving his body under pure fright. He quickly turned away guiltily, turning his back on both you and Minho, moaning softly and, with trembling hands, rearranging his still very sensitive cock, gently quivering from the overstimulation, back to his boxers and sweatpants. But it was still a mess; his clothes were stained. Your hands were covered in his cum, and there were even small drops on the floor. You thought it would have been easier if you had just sucked him off in the bathroom and swallowed every delicious drop of his orgasm.
But you were more fascinated by the idea of something risky. And clearly, the risky part was manifesting itself, rather himself.
Luckily, you also had your back to Minho, but you still felt exposed. Your face turned red, and a very mischievous smile spread across your face. You had everything calculated... except for Minho discovering you, although you had already considered every scenario when fucking Jisung under the same roof with Minho there, and honestly, you didn’t care much.
Jisung’s chest was pounding from the sensation of orgasm, and now it was pounding with fear, while you were charged with pure adrenaline... you were still extremely aroused, practically on fire, since all you got was Jisung’s cum in your hands and a very hot kiss. So incredibly horny that if any of them asked you to fuck, you’d strip naked right then and there.
Minho went to check what was going on, innocently, as soon as Soonie moved away from his lap, plus the movie was scaring him. He had nothing inappropriate in mind... other than maybe you were talking... or that Jisung went to his room and you stayed talking to a friend on the phone or something... But he was aware of your flirting game with his friend. Minho was smart in that aspect; he knew it.
But nothing prepared him to see Jisung scared, acting suspiciously as he turned his back.
Minho could immediately sense that something was going on; there was still something in the kitchen that he couldn’t quite figure out.
“What are you doing?” Minho repeated more seriously, narrowing his eyes.
Jisung didn’t dare turn around, and you were still there, standing in the same position as him. Minho felt like he was in a horror movie for a second, walking slowly and stealthily toward you, unable to see your face and receiving no response. As soon as Minho gently touched your shoulder, you had no choice but to turn around to look at him. That brief, silent, uncomfortable moment was killing Jisung.
“Nothing, why?” you replied with a fake smile, like a mischievous child being caught.
Minho blinked in confusion when he saw you and noticed how you tried to hide your hands behind your back, but his reflexes were quicker, holding your wrist with agility and seeing what you were trying to hide. A viscous, shiny, clear white liquid. Clearly semen.
Minho looked at you in shock, his eyes darting from you to Jisung, and exclaimed in horror:
“What. The. Fuck. Is this? Is this cum in your hands?! Han Jisung’s cum?!”
a/n : have yall seen the clip of stays spraying him w water and he keeps motioning for more???? im so obsessed w gov ball hyunjin oh my god im so sorry this is so short i just needed to get this thought out
“is that seriously all you got baby?” his tone was condescending, his fingers never slowed inside you even as your moans turned to cry’s of overstimulation.
you couldn’t even form words, mouth just stuck open as broken sobs left your lips, your releasing spraying out once again for the third time that night. hyunjins forearms were soaked, a puddle was forming on the bed beneath you from all your previous orgasms that night.
he smirked down at you, “come on babe, you can give me more can’t you?” he cocked an eyebrow and you felt every bone in your body yearning to please him.
you nodded furiously even though your body was twitching in overstimulation, you were determined to squirt one more time for him. anything he wanted.
his fingers were curled just right, never letting that little gummy spot inside of you rest from his constant assault. every time he thrusted his fingers inside your soppy cunt, the heel of his palm caught on your clit pushing you just that much quicker to your next orgasm. you were so sensitive you were sure if he just touched your thigh you’d be cumming again.
“f-fuck-ah! hyunjin! gonna c-cum, please!” you could barely get your words out through your cries of pleasure.
his eyes raked you up and down, taking in your full wrecked appearance, “such a good girl, gonna make a mess? gonna squirt all over me?”
you nodded, unable to get any words out, and instead just gripped the sheets to try and prepare yourself for your orgasm. it came on quick, spraying out and even going as far as the get his abs wet. hyunjin didn’t care about the mess, he had the biggest shit eating grin on his face, his ego sky rocketing with every time you came. your thighs closed in, clenching together and shaking but he was quick to bring a swift hand down and keep them separated.
hyunjin clicked his tongue, as if you closing your legs and taking away his view was the worst thing in the world. the last of your arousal came out in short bursts and your whole body was twitching, he decided to be kind and finally let you rest. when he pulled his fingers out, they were dripping, absolutely coated in your essence. like the teasing little shit he is, hyunjin brought them to his lips and made direct eye contact with you while he sucked them clean.
or: you don't believe that spiderman is real. who would believe that a masked vigilante just popped out of nowhere, started shooting webs and swinging through Seoul saving people, in spandex?? and most of all, you wouldn't believe that said "spiderman" would have any correlation with han jisung, that's just a load of nonsense!
in other words..: look, in jisung's defense, he didnt mean to get bit by a genetically modified spider. but he did, so now he's stuck with the superhuman side effects, a superhero persona, and his roommates constantly covering for him. and hey, he doesn't mind a sprinkle of chaos into his life. he's actually glad he got this alter ego, a version of himself that does good for other people, y'know...saving the city, and one that he can maybe impress you with, since his original self is stuck being your academic rival that you can't stand even if you were paid.
warnings: academicrival!jisung x reader, college au, MDNI!! contains sexual content (the smut is unprompted and is completely self indulgent) inappropriate use of webs, upside down kiss, references from multiple spiderman movies, college slop, group project slop, talks of biotech and robotics that are probably false (research was poorly done), injuries and bloodloss, reader is an academic weapon and doesn't catch a break.
wc: 9.5k | part 1
The final keystroke of your semester project sent a wave of relief so palpable it nearly knocked you sideways.
You slumped back into the couch cushions, arms flopping dramatically at your sides. "Done," you announced, voice hoarse from hours of revision. "We're done."
Jisung, who had been hovering over your shoulder, let out a cheer so loud it startled Chan into almost dropping his phone.
"We slayed that presentation," Jisung crowed, "Like obliterated it. Decimated. Annihilated-"
"Okay, we get it," Changbin interrupted, carrying three boxes of pizza, "But if you don't shut up and eat, I'm finishing your half."
Changbin dropped the pizza boxes onto the coffee table. Chan immediately lunged for a slice, Jisung snatched two before Changbin could even open the second box.
You reached for a slice of your own, the warmth of the cardboard seeping into your fingers as you took your first bite.
The exhaustion of the past seven weeks, staying up late to fine tune every slide, running through practice presentations, arguing over citation formats, finally melted away with the simple act of chewing.
Jisung, usually incapable of sitting still for more than thirty seconds, actually paused between bites, slumping against the couch cushions with a satisfied sigh.
It was strange, how comfortable you’d grown here - how easily you’d slipped into the rhythm of their apartment, their habits, their banter.
When the last slice disappeared, you gathered your things. Jisung, still sprawled on the couch, craned his neck to watch you pack up, and offered to walk you out, as usual, but you waved him off.
the campus pathways were still buzzing with students as it was still around 8pm.
You waved over your shoulder without looking back, calling out a lazy, "Bye, guys," as the dorm door clicked shut behind you.
The evening air was warm and humid, typical for early summer, and you barely made it halfway across the quad when the first fat raindrop splattered against your forehead.
You paused, blinking up at the sky. "You've got to be kidding me," you muttered.
Within a few minutes, your hair was damp, your shirt started clinging uncomfortably to your shoulders.
you continued walking, not that you had any other choice, your shoes making sad squelching noises with each step, when suddenly the raindrops abruptly stopped hitting you.
You blinked, staring at the sidewalk where water still splattered against the pavement mere inches from your feet. Then you turned your head.
Jisung stood beside you, holding an umbrella over your head with one hand while rainwater soaked his other half. raindrops drenched his shoulder, his bangs were slightly damp and clung to his forehead.
you stared at him for a second. he was breathless, chest heaving, "You," you said flatly, "are the least effective umbrella holder I've ever seen."
Jisung grinned, shaking his head like a wet dog and spraying water droplets everywhere. "Excuse you," he said, nudging the umbrella handle toward you. "I ran after you."
You blinked at him, "You-" you started, then stopped, "Why?"
Jisung shrugged, "Because I wanted to," he said simply.
The umbrella was small enough that you had to stand closer than usual to both stay under it. His arm brushed against yours as you walked, making you hyper aware of the unusual proximity.
"You're still getting wet," you pointed out, glancing at the way rainwater still soaked his shoulder that wasn't covered by the umbrella.
Jisung shrugged, shifting the umbrella slightly more toward you. "I'm already soaked. Doesn't matter."
"that's stupid," you muttered, but you didn't step away.
The rain drummed a steady rhythm against the umbrella as you walked, the sound muffling the usual campus noises.
For once, Jisung wasn't filling the silence with chatter, just walking beside you.
"You didn't have to do this," you said after a moment.
Jisung glanced at you, a slight smile forming. "I know."
The simplicity of his answer caught you off guard. You looked away, focusing on the puddles splashing beneath your feet.
A gust of wind sent rain spraying sideways, and Jisung instinctively shifted, angling himself between you and the worst of it. His shoulder bumped against yours, steadying you when you slipped on a slick patch of pavement.
"Careful," he murmured, his hand briefly brushing your elbow before he pulled away.
The rain slowed to a drizzle as you reached the covered walkway outside your dorm building, its roof shielding you from the worst of the weather. Jisung shook the umbrella out with a flick of his wrist, sending droplets scattering across the pavement.
"You didn't have to walk me all the way back," you said, watching as he ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead.
Jisung shrugged, "Would've been rude to leave you halfway."
"at least stay a bit till the rain dies down?" You leaned against the dorm's brick wall beneath the awning, the sound of rain pattering around you both. Jisung nodded, mirrored your posture.
after a moment of silence, "You're shivering," he noted, eyebrows knitting together.
"I'm fine," you lied, crossing your arms over your damp shirt.
Jisung then peeled off his hoodie. The motion made his tshirt ride up slightly, revealing a strip of skin that you very pointedly did not stare at.
"Here, it's less wet than yours" he said, dangling the garment in front of your face.
"you don't have to-"
"Do I have to put it on you myself?"
The mental image made your ears heat. "I'm capable of dressing myself, thanks." You snatched the hoodie, your fingers brushing against his.
The material was a little damp but still held the residual heat from his body as you pulled it over your head.
"There," he said, satisfied, reaching over to adjust the hood where it had caught on your ear. His fingers lingered for a heartbeat too long, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear. "Now you look-"
"Like a drowned rat in your laundry?" you supplied.
Jisung's mouth quirked. "I was gonna say cute, but sure, let's go with that."
You froze.
Jisung seemed to realize what he'd said at the same time you did. His ears turned pink, "I mean- not that you're not usually- I just-"
"You're rambling," you pointed out,
"Yeah," he admitted, uncharacteristically quiet. His eyes flickered to your mouth, then back up.
The rain drummed above you both, creating a rhythm that drowned out everything else.
Jisung leaned in, just slightly. Your pulse kicked up as you tilted your head toward him. His lips parted slightly, and you closed your eyes, inching closer.
Three inches. Two.
Then, police sirens.
Jisung flinched backward, his head whipping toward the sound. your eyes snapped open.
The sirens wailed louder - close, too close - their flashing blue lights reflecting off the wet pavement in erratic pulses.
His entire body tensed, fingers twitching at his sides as if physically restraining himself from bolting toward the noise.
"You should-" His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat, already stepping back. "You should go inside before you catch a cold."
You blinked. "What? No, I-"
"I need to go," Jisung blurted out, already taking another step backward.
"You're leaving?" You gestured at the rain still sheeting down. "In this?"
Jisung hesitated for only a second longer, "I'm sorry," he said, already backing away, "I'll- I'll text you."
And then he was gone, sprinting into the rain without so much as a glance back, his sneakers splashing through puddles as he disappeared around the corner of the building.
You stared after him, the hoodie sleeves dangling over your hands, rainwater dripping from your hair onto the pavement.
"What the hell?" you muttered to no one.
~
The shower barely warmed up before you finished washing off the rain. but the borrowed hoodie made up for it as you towel dried your hair.
Your phone buzzed against the sink counter, screen lighting up with a notification from a news page on twitter. You tapped it absently while tugging the hoodie's sleeves over your palms.
Safety Alert: Vehicle collision near university campus. Avoid area. Emergency responders on scene.
You frowned at the timestamp- eight minutes ago. Right around when those sirens had interrupted whatever that was with Jisung.
Scrolling down revealed tweets already flooding in.
seoullights: SPIDER-MAN JUST WEBBED A CAR FROM HITTING A BUS.
chemmajorhell: did spiderman just yeet a sedan???
strayawayfromme: video proof before yall call cap
You tapped the blurry video thumbnail.
The footage was shaky, clearly filmed by someone sprinting away.
A silver sedan spun out of control toward an intersection. Then - spiderman dropped from nowhere, webbing the car’s front bumper mid skid and yanking it sideways. The sedan screeched to a halt inches from a bus.
The camera panned up, catching Spiderman perched on a traffic light, one arm outstretched with webbing still attached to the car. you could see his shoulders heaving. Then his voice cut through your phone speakers.
“Hey, watch the crosswalk!”
The video froze mid buffering, right as Spiderman swung off the traffic light, but not before you caught the jagged movement, the way his descent stuttered unnaturally.
The camera jerked away, but not before you saw the red blooming across his leg where something, a piece of debris, maybe - had clipped him mid swing.
The next frame showed him stumbling slightly on landing, one hand pressed to his thigh before he forced himself upright.
You stared at your phone screen long after the video had ended, thumb hovering over the replay button.
The timing was too convenient. Jisung bolting the second those sirens blared, Spiderman appearing minutes later, the uncanny similarities in their voices, their mannerisms.
It was ridiculous. Impossible. And yet-
Your fingers twitched toward your messages, halfway through typing "Did you just-" before deleting it with a frustrated sigh.
What exactly were you going to ask? "Did you just stop a car crash as Spiderman?" That sounded insane, even for Jisung.
You tossed your phone onto your bed, where it landed against your comforter.
Outside, the rain had slowed down, occasional droplets tapping against your window.
You peeled off Jisung’s hoodie and held it up, studying it, It was just a hoodie. A dumb, slightly damp hoodie that smelled like his cheap cologne.
You groaned, flopping backward onto your bed and dragging a pillow over your face. "I’m losing it," you muttered to the empty room.
Because no. There was no way.
Han Jisung was not swinging around the city saving people.
He disappeared at weird times, and yes, he had so many unexplained bruises, and okay, maybe his voice did sound eerily similar to Spiderman’s when he was being particularly smug.
but that didn’t mean anything. Coincidences happened.
You were just tired. Overworked. Probably hallucinating from sleep deprivation.
~
days passed.
With the semester project finally submitted, you allowed yourself the luxury of not pulling all nighters for once. sleeping in past sunrise, lingering over coffee in the campus café instead of gulping it down between lectures.
The relief felt like shedding a weighted vest you hadn’t realized you’d been wearing.
But the reprieve from academic stress only left more room for other thoughts to creep in.
You noticed things now.
The way Jisung winced when he stretched too far in class, how he’d disappear mid conversation only to text some excuse his supposed stomach problems.
You pushed the observations aside, each time. It was ridiculous. Coincidental. Probably.
other than that, things between you and Jisung were... fine.
If "fine" meant orbiting each other like awkward middle school crushes, both hyperaware of the almost kiss that neither of you acknowledged.
He still showed up to your shared lectures, but now there was a hesitation in his movements. like he was constantly stopping himself from reaching out to fix your hair or brush a crumb off your cheek.
It was infuriating. And confusing. And maybe a little endearing, not that you'd ever admit it.
Chan and Changbin, to their credit, pretended not to notice the shift. Mostly.
Changbin did once mutter "Just kiss already, Jesus" before, earning a kick under the table from Chan. Jisung had choked, and you’d smoothly pretended not to hear anything.
but at least you have free time now, and actually sleep properly for a change.
but you might've jinxed yourself on that part.
~
you were at a cafe on campus with yunjin, the straw of your iced coffee collapsed with an obnoxious crunch as you sucked up the last dregs, barely listening to Yunjin's enthusiastic rundown of the annual university fair's attractions.
"-and the engineering department is doing a robot battle arena, which sounds lame until you realize they weaponized Roomba vacuums," she was saying, waving a fry for emphasis. "Plus free cotton candy if you donate blood at the med tent, which, morally questionable, but-"
then, a hand clamped onto your shoulder. "You."
Professor Ann’s grip was firm, her manicured nails digging in just enough to make you freeze mid sip.
The head of the biotech department had the presence of a hurricane, and right now, her gaze pinned you to your seat like a specimen under glass.
Yunjin’s fry hovered halfway to her mouth. "Uh,"
Professor Ann didn’t wait for a proper response, just tightened her grip on your shoulder and steered you bodily out of the cafe booth, her heels clicking against the tile floor as she marched you toward the science building. "You’re coming with me," she announced, not bothering to check if you were keeping up.
"Did I fail something?" you blurted out, scrambling to match her stride.
Professor Ann snorted, pushing open the heavy double doors with one hand. "If you had, I wouldn’t be dragging you to help"
She guided you down a hallway lined with framed research posters, stopping abruptly outside a lab door labeled 'Advanced Robotics AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.'
Before you could process the warning sign, she shoved the door open with her shoulder. The lab was chaos, grad students hunched over circuit boards, undergrads scrambling with toolkits, and in the center of it all, looming like a sci fi monstrosity, stood a gleaming exoskeleton suit suspended on a display rig.
Professor Ann clapped once, sharp enough to cut through the noise. "Everyone, this is our missing piece."
A dozen exhausted faces swiveled toward you.
"she," Professor Ann continued, placing a hand on your shoulder, "is going to be the live demo operator for our showcase at the university festival next week."
You blinked. "I- what?"
"The neural interface needs a pilot with your exact cognitive profile," she said.
When you just stared, she sighed and grabbed a tablet off a nearby workstation, thrusting it into your hands. "Look. The suit’s responsiveness correlates with specific neural activity patterns - patterns you happen to excel at based on your neurobiology midterm scores."
The tablet displayed a graph you vaguely recognized from last semester’s lab, except someone had circled your data points in aggressive red marker.
One of the grad students, his lab coat streaked with what looked like motor oil, piped up. "We’ve been testing for weeks, and no one’s synced above 78% compatibility. Your scans hit 94%."
You gaped at the numbers. "That’s… not how brains work?"
Professor Ann waved a hand. "Technicalities. Point is, you’re our best shot at making this thing not faceplant during the demonstration."
A nervous laugh escaped you. "And if I say no?"
She smiled, the kind of smile that made you instinctively take a step back. "Then I reconsider your extra credit eligibility."
well, fuck.
You sighed, already resigning yourself to the inevitable. "Do I at least get hazard pay?"
Professor Ann patted your shoulder "You get bragging rights and a free tshirt."
The grad student handed you a stack of waivers thicker than your biochemistry textbook. "Mostly liability stuff," he assured you, "Also, you don't have to worry about your body strength. The suit does most of the heavy lifting."
You skimmed the first paragraph 'participant acknowledges risk of potential neural feedback, musculoskeletal strain, and/or unforeseen technological malfunction' before sighing and reaching for a pen.
Just when you thought you could get a breather.
~
Preparing for the university fair became the distraction you were grateful for, right up until it wasn’t.
The first few days were almost exhilarating. poring over schematics in the robotics lab, learning how to sync your movements with the exoskeleton’s hydraulic whirs, watching grad students argue over calibration settings.
It was a welcome reprieve from overthinking whatever the hell was going on with Jisung and spiderman.
Then the exhaustion hit.
you’d memorized the suit’s startup sequence faster than the engineers expected, but your hands shook from the overload, and your eyelids felt like sandpaper.
Professor Ann had you rehearsing the demo routine six times a day while undergrads adjusted sensors on your limbs like you were a mannequin. The suit itself was lighter than it looked, but after hours of testing, your shoulders ached from the pressure points, and your calves burned from the assisted jumps.
“You look like death warmed over,” Yunjin sai'd once, plopping down next to you in the cafeteria as you face planted onto the table.
The university fair preparations drained you in ways caffeine couldn't fix. By the fifth consecutive day in the robotics lab, you'd perfected the exosuit's startup sequence to a muscle memory beat - left knee actuator first, then right shoulder stabilizer, then the neural sync pulse that made your vision briefly pixelate. your hands developed a permanent tremor from exhaustion.
The suit's cooling vents whirred against your spine during particularly grueling rehearsals, doing little to combat the sweat soaking through your shirt as Professor Ann critiqued your form for the seventeenth time that hour.
"You're anticipating the jump instead of letting the suit assist," she called from her observation perch, tapping her tablet "It's making your landings sloppy."
You bit back the urge to snap at her, Instead, you wiped sweat from your brow with the back of your hand, careful not to dislodge the EEG sensors plastered across your forehead- and nodded. "Got it. Less anticipation, more... trusting the robot."
"Again," she commanded, tapping her tablet. "From the obstacle course sequence."
The suit whirred to life around you, servos clicking into place as the neural interface pinged your motor cortex with its familiar electric tingle.
You'd gotten used to the sensation, mostly, though the first time it happened, you'd yelped and nearly kneed a grad student in the face.
"Obstacle course sequence initiated," chimed the suit's automated voice, cheerful, like it wasn't about to fling you face first at a plywood wall.
You took off at a jog, letting the suit's augmented strength propel you forward faster than your legs could manage alone.
The first hurdle- a stack of foam blocks- approached. You tensed instinctively, bracing for impact, but the suit's hydraulics kicked in at the last second, launching you cleanly over with a whir that vibrated through your bones.
"Better," Professor Ann called from the sidelines. "Now stop thinking like a human."
wow, real helpful, Ann.
You barely had time to process that utterly unhelpful advice before the next obstacle, a swinging pendulum rigged with pool noodles, came at you sideways.
The suit's reflexes were faster than yours, it twisted your torso out of the way before could.
And then-
A sharp, staticky burst of feedback crackled through the neural interface.
Your vision whited out for half a second, the HUD flickering wildly as the suit's systems stuttered.
You stumbled mid stride, the suit's left knee actuator locking up at the worst possible moment - right as you were supposed to vault over a platform.
Instead of a graceful arc, you faceplanted directly into a crash mat, the suit's weight pinning you like an overturned turtle.
"Ow," you wheezed.
A flurry of panicked grad students descended, poking at the suit's access panels while muttering about "feedback loops" and "neural load thresholds." Professor Ann sighed, rubbing her temples.
"We'll recalibrate," she announced, "Take five."
You lay there for a solid thirty seconds before mustering the energy to roll onto your back, staring up at the lab's lights. The suit's chest plate dug uncomfortably into your ribs, but at this point, you were too tired to care.
Your phone buzzed in the pocket of your leggings, a minor miracle you could reach it with the suit's gauntlets in the way. You fished it out.
A text from Jisung
Jisung: u alive? heard u joined a mecha fight club
You snorted, typing one handed
you: more like a mecha abuse club
Jisung: want me to stage a rescue? chan says we have duct tape
you: rempting. But I think Prof Ann would hunt you down.
Jisung: worth it.
You stared at the message, something warm curling in your chest. another text popped up
Jisung: seriously tho. u look dead in that insta story
You blinked. You hadn't posted anything—
then you get a notification that you were tagged in a story,
You clicked it.
There, in glorious 240p, was a video of you mid faceplant, captioned 'MY FRIEND IS A WARRIOR' with heart eye emojis.
It had been filmed from the lab's observation window, where Jisung, Changbin, and Chan were currently pressed against the glass like overgrown children at a zoo exhibit.
all three of them waved. you barely raised a gauntlet to wave back when professor Ann cleared her throat pointedly behind you. "Break's over."
You sighed, letting the grad students haul you upright as another round of calibrations began.
~
The university festival arrived soon enough. The robotics department had transformed their section of the quad into something resembling a tech expo - neon lit banners flapping over display tables crammed with prototypes, while the exosuit sat center stage.
You stood off to the side, tugging at the suit’s armored collar where it pinched your neck. “Remind me why I agreed to this again?”
Professor Ann didn’t look up from her tablet. “Because you enjoy having a GPA above 4.0.”
Nearby, Changbin materialized with a cotton candy stick the size of a small child. “So,” he said, mouth full of pink sugar, “you gonna, like, punch through a wall or something?”
You rolled your shoulders, or tried to, given the suit’s restrictive plating. "More like gently lift a cinderblock while Professor Ann narrates like it’s a nature documentary."
Changbin nodded. "ohhh, so educational trauma." He tore off a chunk of cotton candy and offered it to you. "Here. Sugar helps with existential dread."
You leaned forward to take it, nearly toppling sideways when the suit’s weight shifted unexpectedly. Changbin steadied you with a snort.
you glanced around, "Where are the other two, anyway?"
Changbin shrugged, mouth already full of another cotton candy bite. "Chan is nearby, dunno where Jisung is tho," He squinted at you. "Why? Miss him already?"
You swatted at him, nearly knocking over a display of mini robot arms. "Shut up. I just figured he'd want front row seats to watch me faceplant in a million dollar death suit."
Before Changbin could retort, Professor Ann clapped her hands. "Showtime! Places, people!"
The stage lights flared to life, nearly blinding you as a crowd of students and faculty gathered around the robotics exhibit.
You swallowed hard, the suit's neural interface tingling at the base of your skull, and stepped into position.
The demo started smoothly enough. You lifted the weighted cinderblocks (Professor Kim’s narration did sound like a nature documentary), executed a series of precision jumps that would’ve shattered your knees without the suit’s assistance, and even managed not to decapitate any bystanders with the suit’s articulated arm extensions. The crowd ooh'ed and aah'ed on cue.
Then came the "surprise" obstacle course segment — because Professor Ann had a thing for theatrics.
You gritted your teeth as the suit’s HUD flashed a new sequence 'evasive maneuvers initiated'.
The first hurdle was easy. The second, a sudden spray of water jets from the stage’s hidden nozzles, nearly sent you skidding into a group of horrified freshmen.
You recovered just in time to hear yunjin yell "STICK THE LANDING!" from the front row, cotton candy clutched in both her hands, closely resembling a cheerleader's pom poms.
And then-
A sharp, staticky burst of feedback crackled through the neural interface.
Your vision whited out for half a second, the HUD flickering wildly as the suit’s systems stuttered.
something was gonna go wrong.
You stumbled mid stride, the left knee actuator locking up just as you were supposed to vault over the final platform. you careened sideways, straight toward the exhibit’s main power grid.
Time slowed.
The crowd’s murmurs faded into white noise as your outstretched hand grazed the power console.
a high voltage power surge triggered a thermal runaway in the main power grid behind the stage. A fire was about to errupt.
Thick, black smoke erupted from the stage’s machinery, fire instantly filling the upper half of the pavilion. Screams erupted as the toxic cloud billowed outward.
"EVACUATE!" Professor Ann bellowed, already herding students back. "fire suppression system engaged!"
The automated sprinklers hissed to life, just as the security shutters began slamming down with a groan, cutting off exits.
You barely registered Changbin being yanked to safety by Chan before the nearest shutter sealed with a final clang, trapping you inside the smoke filled platform.
Alone.
Coughing, you fumbled for the suit’s emergency release, only for the neural interface to shriek another burst of feedback, locking the mechanisms.
The smoke burned your lungs with every ragged breath. Staggering backward, you collided with the half collapsed display behind you-
-just as the ceiling groaned ominously.
You looked up in time to see the steel framework buckling, the entire lighting rig teetering precariously.
"Well," you wheezed, blinking up at the collapsing ceiling through the smoke, "if I'm going to die, at least it's in a multimillion-dollar robo-coffin."
The suit's HUD flickered in agreement, or maybe it was just short circuiting. Either way, not ideal.
The ceiling groaned louder, steel beams creaking under the weight of compromised supports. You squeezed your eyes shut-
-and then something yanked you sideways with enough force to make your teeth clack together.
"Ow," you mumbled against a fabric covered chest as momentum sent you both skidding across the stage floor.
The impact knocked the breath from your lungs, but the arms around you were firm. When you pried your eyes open, the first thing you saw was a familiar red and blue suit sleeve.
Spiderman.
The idiot was holding you so tightly you could feel his heart hammering through the suit’s fabric. Smoke curled around his masked face as he quickly assessed the collapsing pavilion, one arm still locked around your waist.
he launched you both upward just as the ceiling fully gave way. The suit’s weight made the motion clumsier than his usual swings, and you barely had time to register the stomach dropping lurch before his web caught a still intact beam, yanking you sideways out of the debris path.
“Hold on—”
You didn’t get a chance to protest before he was maneuvering you both toward the nearest shutter, where the metal had buckled just enough to reveal a sliver of daylight.
The smoke was thicker here, clawing at your throat as Spiderman braced against the frame, muscles straining as he forced the gap wider with a grunt.
“Go, go, go—”
You barely scrambled free before the framework buckled behind you with a deafening crash. A strangled yelp cut through the noise - cut off too soon. Whirling around, you saw the shutter had snapped shut like a trap, pinning Spiderman’s torso beneath twisted steel. His fingers clawed at the gap, but the mechanism held fast.
"Hey- hey!" You dropped to your knees, grappling with the metal. It didn’t budge. Smoke curled from the seams, stinging your eyes as you yanked harder. "Stop playing dead and help me, you idiot!"
A weak cough answered you. Spiderman’s head lolled against the shutter, mask fogging unevenly with each labored breath.
When you finally wrenched the metal aside far enough to pull him free, his suit tore on jagged edges, revealing a gash along his ribs that oozed crimson down his side.
The exosuit's neural interface screamed warnings at you 'SYSTEM FAILURE, LOCK ENGAGED' but you slammed your forearm against the emergency release with enough force to break. Hydraulics hissed as the plating finally disengaged, clattering to the ground in pieces that probably cost more than your tuition.
You stumbled free just in time to see Spiderman's fingers slip from the shutter's edge.
"Don't you dare pass out on me," you snapped, dropping to your knees beside him. His breathing was ragged, mask clinging to his face where sweat and blood had glued it unevenly. Up close, the tear in his suit was worse - jagged metal had ripped through the fabric, exposing a deep gash that painted his side in alarming red streaks. Your fingers hovered uselessly before finding purchase on his shoulder. "Hey. Eyes open, c'mon"
Spiderman groaned, head lolling sideways. His gloved fingers twitched toward the wound before flopping back down. "'M'fine," he slurred, voice thick with pain. "Just... nap time."
A distant wail of sirens cut through the smoke. Fire department. EMTs. People who would absolutely not ignore a bleeding Spiderman sprawled in the wreckage.You grabbed his wrist and yanked. "Up. Now."
"Ow shit-" He scrambled upright with your help, one hand clamped over his ribs. The motion dislodged his mask slightly, revealing a sliver of bruised jawline you'd seen a hundred times. Your stomach dropped.
You didn’t have time to process it, not with sirens wailing closer, so you hooked his arm over your shoulders and half dragged, half carried him away from the wreckage.
The abandoned greenhouse behind the biology building was your only option - it was nearby, its broken windows and overgrown vines made it the perfect place to hide from the commotion outside.
You kicked the door open with your foot, nearly tripping over a pile of discarded plant trays as you hauled him inside.
Your knees gave out the second the door slammed shut behind you, sending both of you crashing onto the cracked tile floor.
Spiderman slumped against the glass wall with a pained hiss, his face bruised and cut beneath the half displaced mask.
You didn’t think. You grabbed the edge of his mask and yanked it off.
Han Jisung blinked up at you, dazed and bleeding and unmistakably himself.
his breath was laboured, so was yours, both of you struggling to catch your breaths and comprehend what just unfolded in the past 10 minutes.
"I wanted to tell you," he whispered, voice cracking. His fingers twitched toward yours but stopped short, "I swear I did."
The sheer absurdity of it, the late night library rescue, the perfect grades despite the exhaustion, jisung being the city’s savior - it hit you all at once.
Tears pricked your eyes, but a breathless, hysterical laugh escaped your throat. You were crying and laughing simultaneously, completely overwhelmed.
Jisung flinched. "Hey, hey, don’t cry, please don’t cry," he panicked, wincing as he tried to reach out. "Are you hurt? Did something hit you?"
You wiped your face with the back of your hand, "No, you absolute moron, I'm not hurt - you're the one bleeding all over the place!"
He blinked, then glanced down at his side like he’d forgotten about the gaping wound. "Oh. Right." His fingers prodded the edges before he winced and pulled them away. "Huh. That’s... more red than usual."
You grabbed the hem of your shirt , "Future of Robotics" in bold text printed in the center, professor Ann's stupid merch - you ripped a strip clean off with a tear.
Jisung’s eyes widened as you shoved the fabric against his side, pressing hard enough to make him yelp. "Ow-fuck- are you trying to finish the job?"
"Shut up," you muttered, fingers trembling as you knotted the makeshift bandage tight around his ribs.
The white fabric bloomed red almost instantly, but you tightened it further, ignoring his hissed curses. "You’re literally bleeding out, and your first instinct is to make a joke? Typical."
Jisung’s breath hitched when your fingers brushed a particularly nasty bruise. "Not a joke," he managed, voice strained. "Just - really bad at serious moments." His attempt at a grin faltered when you glared up at him, tear tracks still fresh on your cheeks. The humor drained from his face. "...You’re really mad, huh?"
"Mad?" Your laugh came out jagged. "I’m furious. You’ve been- what, swinging around campus this whole time? Letting me think Spiderman was some-some urban legend while you sat next to me?" Your voice cracked. "You let me argue with you about yourself."
Jisung winced. "Okay, when you say it like that-"
"You saved me," you interrupted, hands still fisted in the bloody fabric of his suit. "Twice. And then- what, just went back to making our project like nothing happened?"
His fingers twitched toward yours but stopped short. "I wanted to tell you," he admitted quietly. "Every damn day. But-" He exhaled sharply, wincing as the movement tugged his injury. "What was I supposed to say? 'Hey, by the way, I’m the guy you keep calling a fake on Twitter?'"
"You could’ve trusted me," you shot back.
"I do," he whispered. "More than anyone." His palm settled over yours where it pressed against his wound, "That’s why it hurt so much not to tell you."
The confession hung between you. Outside, sirens wailed, and the distant shouts of first responders filtered through the greenhouse glass.
Your breath stuttered. "You’re an idiot,"
Jisung’s laugh was breathless, pained. "Yeah," he agreed. His free hand lifted, hovering near your cheek. "I'm sorry."
You didn’t let him hesitate. Grabbing his wrist, you pressed his palm to your face. "I won't forgive you that easily," you muttered.
"I know, I'll work for it" he said, thumb wiping a tear away.
and then you leaned down and kissed him.
It was messy, your hands were bloody, his hands were bloody, but his gasp against your mouth was worth every second of confusion. His fingers cupped your face, pulling you closer like he’d wanted to do this for years. Maybe he had.
You broke away first, gasping for air, only for Jisung’s lips to chase yours clumsily, His fingers trying to pull you closer, tugging you back with a whimper that was equal parts desperation and pain.
"Wait-" he mumbled against your mouth, "I think I blacked out for a second- was that real or am I hallucinating from blood loss?"
You laughed, your forehead resting against his as his fingers trembled against your cheek. "It was real," you murmured, breath warm against his split lip. "You're not hallucinating."
Jisung blinked up at you, his lips twitched into a wobbly smile. "Hmm. I dunno." His thumb traced the curve of your cheekbone, "Might need another one, just to make sure."
you leaned in again, kissing him slower this time, letting him memorize the shape of your mouth on his.
His breath hitched when you nipped at his lower lip, and you felt the exact moment his brain short circuited, his grip on your waist slackened, then tightened again. When you pulled back, his dazed expression was priceless.
"...Okay," he breathed, licking his split lip absently. "Definitely real." His gaze dropped to your mouth again, lingering. "Also, wow, we should've done this sooner"
~
30 minutes after dragging Jisung to the greenhouse, Chan and Changbin found you both — Chan’s expression tight with worry, Changbin unusually silent as he took in the bloodied state of his roommate.
They didn’t ask questions. Chan simply slung Jisung’s arm over his shoulders while Changbin handed you his hoodie to cover the torn edges of your clothes. You watched them disappear before you turned toward the chaos of the main campus.
The quad was still swarming with paramedics and evacuated students when you pushed through the crowd. Yunjin spotted you first, her face crumpling in relief as she barreled you into a hug.
You let her fuss, nodding through her rapid - fire questions about smoke inhalation and whether you’d seen the structural collapse, but you offered no answers about where you’d been or who’d pulled you out.
The university issued a formal apology within hours, citing a critical system failure in the exosuit’s neural dampeners, and suspended all related projects indefinitely.
By evening, campus security had roped off the pavilion with yellow tape, and administrators granted you a week’s leave to recover, not that you needed it. Your bruises were superficial compared to the ones hidden beneath Jisung’s hastily bandaged ribs.
Across campus, Chan and Changbin had hauled a barely conscious Jisung back to their apartment through the service elevators, his suit stuffed into Changbin’s bag. They fussed over him like parents, then stitched him up with a first aid kit and a YouTube tutorial.
True to his enhanced biology, Jisung’s wounds closed faster than humanly possible- the deep gash along his ribs scarred over within three days, though the bruising lingered in ugly shades of yellow green.
The university excused his absence with a vague note about "lab accident trauma," which wasn’t entirely a lie.
He spent the first 48 hours sleeping off the worst of the pain, only waking when Changbin force fed him or when Chan changed his bandages.
You told Yunjin everything eventually.
Not the Spider-Man part - that was his secret to share, not yours - but the Jisung part. but you didn’t have to say much.
She wasn’t surprised.
“Oh my god,” Yunjin groaned, flopping backward onto your bed like you’d just confessed to something painfully obvious. “Finally. Do you know how exhausting it’s been watching you two?” she said, “You’ve been making heart eyes at each other since sophomore year.”
and three weeks later, the university had moved on from the festival disaster like any other. The wrecked pavilion was already half demolished, the exosuit project quietly scrubbed from the department website, and Professor Ann transferred to a research branch in Busan under suspiciously sudden circumstances.
the semester resumed, lectures, exams, studying, but for you, everything had shifted.
~
The tap against your window was barely audible- just three quick raps of knuckles against glass, You shoved your chair back with a smile and crossed the room in three strides. The window slid open with a quiet creak, letting in a gust of cool night air.
Spiderman was perched upside down on the fire escape, "Miss me?" he asked, swinging forward until his face was inches from yours.
You hummed, reaching forward to tug his mask down just enough to reveal his mouth, then leaned in and kissed him. His fingers scrambled against your windowsill for purchase, his gloves squeaking against the metal as you grabbed his face and deepened the kiss.
When you finally pulled away, he was breathless, still dangling by his knees, "You were gone for two hours," you deadpanned, but your hands reached for him, fingers curling into the fabric of his suit to tug him inside. He tumbled into your room.
"Two hours and seventeen minutes," he corrected, pulling flowers from behind his back with a flourish. "Which is exactly how long it took to track these down."
The bouquet was… well, it was something. A color cluster of wildflowers, dandelions, and what looked suspiciously like a handful of weeds yanked from a sidewalk crack, all tied together with a web string.
You stared at it. "You robbed a community garden?"
"Rude. I foraged." He shoved the flowers toward you insistently. "Also, I nearly got arrested. Show some appreciation."
You took the bouquet, your nose wrinkling as a ladybug crawled lazily across one of the petals. "They’re… vibrant."
"See? Vibrant." Jisung beamed, rocking onto his toes. "I knew you’d love them."
You snorted, turning to place the bouquet on your desk — gently, because despite the weeds and the ladybug, he’d tried, only to yelp when Jisung’s arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind. His chin dropped onto your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck as he nuzzled into the space just below your ear.
"Admit it," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "You adore them."
You elbowed him lightly, but didn’t pull away. "I adore you" you muttered, then immediately regretted it when his grip tightened and you felt his grin against your skin.
"Knew that, too," he said smugly, pressing a kiss to the side of your throat that made your breath hitch. His hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your ribs through your thin shirt.
"Missed you," he added, quieter this time, lips moving against your throat, tracing a path up to your jawline that sent shivers down your spine.
You twisted in his arms, turning to face him just as his mouth found yours, impatient, he'd been waiting all night for this. His fingers tangled in your hair, tugging just hard enough to make you gasp against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with a low, satisfied hum.
You giggled as Jisung’s lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear. "My roommate’s in the other room," you whispered, leaning into him despite yourself. "She’s sleeping."
Jisung paused, his breath hot against your skin. "Well," he murmured, dragging his mouth lower, "you’ve gotta be quiet then." His hands slid under your shirt, gloved fingers skimming your waist before hands tightened, lifting you effortlessly.
You barely had time to register the movement before your back hit the mattress, his body hovering over yours, "Quiet," he whispered, pressing a finger to your lips, though his own grin made it clear he had no intention of making that easy for you.
His mouth found yours again, swallowing your breathless laugh as his gloved hands slid beneath your shirt, then his mouth drifted lower, biting your lip to stifle a whimper when his teeth grazed your collarbone, lower, his tongue flicked over the peak of your breast through the fabric, and you dug your fingers into his hair, tugging impatiently.
"Jisung" you hissed, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Patience," he murmured against your skin, tho the way his hands trembled as they pushed your shirt up betrayed his own impatience. His lips followed the path of his fingers, kissing down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your shorts. He hooked his thumbs into them, glancing up at you with a look so openly hungry it made your pulse stutter.
"You’re sure?" he asked, his voice rough.
You nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes. Please."
The second the word left your lips, Jisung yanked your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, tossing them somewhere over his shoulder without breaking eye contact, as he settled between your thighs. "You’re so pretty like this," he breathed, his thumbs brushing the inside of your knees, pushing them apart gently. "All worked up just ’cause of me."
Your face burned, but before you could retort, his mouth was on you, his tongue dragging a path that made your back arch off the bed.
You barely stifled a gasp, biting down on your lip as his hands tightened around your thighs, holding you open.
"Fuck," Jisung muttered against you, his voice wrecked, his breath uneven like he was the one unraveling. "Taste so good—"
The words dissolved into a groan when your fingers twisted in his hair, tugging hard enough to make his hips jerk. His answering laugh was breathless, uneven, his lips curving against you as he doubled down, tongue flicking over you in a way that made your legs shake.
his mouth was *relentless, teasing and coaxing until your grip on his hair turned desperate, his mouth never faltering as he swallowed every sound you tried - and failed - to stifle.
"You- ah -I'm gonna-" The warning barely escaped your lips before Jisung's fingers tightened around your thighs, pinning you down as his tongue swirled faster. Your back arched off the bed, a strangled gasp tearing free as you came, his name half choked in your throat.
he didn't let up for a second, dragging out every shuddering pulse until your legs twitched violently against his shoulders, your fingers yanking his head back.
he crawled up your body, wiping his mouth with the back of his glove, still wearing the damn suit, before leaning down to kiss you, deep and so filthy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
you felt him rolling his hips against yours. The fabric of his suit was frustratingly thick, but you could still feel the heat of him pressing against your thigh, "Still with me?" he murmured, nipping at your jaw when you didn’t answer fast enough.
You grabbed his face, pulling him down into another kiss, his breath hitching when you rolled your hips up against him, the friction drawing a ragged groan from his throat.
“Still with you,” you muttered against his lips, your fingers already working at the hidden zipper of his suit. “But this stupid thing needs to go.”
Jisung let you zip the suit down to his waist. The second his bare skin met yours, he shuddered, his hands gripping your waist, “You’re killing me,” he mumbled against your neck.
You reached between you, wrapping your hand around him, and the noise he made sent a thrill straight to your core. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts as you stroked him slowly, relishing the way his muscles tensed under your touch.
“Jisung,” you whispered, “you’re so loud.”
Jisung's head snapped up, his face flushed "I'm" he started, but his protest dissolved into a gasp when your thumb swiped over the head of his cock. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, "oh- fuck," he hissed, his voice cracking.
Jisung’s breath hitched when you tightened your grip, his hips stuttering against your hand. His eyes flickered shut for a fraction of a second before snapping open again, "You-" he started, voice strangled, but you just smirked, slowing your strokes.
"Oh, sorry," you whispered, feigning innocence. "Am I distracting you, Spiderman?"
That did it. Jisung’s fingers clamped around your wrist, wrenching your hands away and pinning them above your head with one hand.
Before you could react, his other hand flicked out - thwip - and suddenly your wrists were bound together by a thin strand of webbing, stuck fast to the headboard. You yanked instinctively, but the silk held firm.
"Cheater," you hissed, glaring up at him through your lashes.
"You started it," he murmured, dragging his free hand down your torso, fingertips skating where you wanted him most. His thumb hooked into the hem of your shirt, tugging it up until the fabric bunched under your bound arms. "Now you get to lie there and take it."
His fingers suddenly dipped into you, curling, and you arched off the bed with a strangled moan. "Told you to be quiet," he murmured, "want me to web your mouth too?".
His fingers withdrew before you could answer back, leaving you clenching around nothing, and you barely had time to whimper before he was lining himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your slick with a filthy, wet sound.
His hips jerked forward once, just a teasing press, enough to make your breath hitch - before he stilled, "Fuck," he muttered, his voice ragged. "Gimme a second - fuck -"
You rolled your hips impatiently, earning a choked groan from him as his grip on your waist tightened. "Jisung," you hissed, nails scraping uselessly against the webbing binding your wrists. "If you don’t move-"
He cut you off with a sharp thrust, burying himself to the hilt in one motion. The noise he made was downright embarrassing, his hips stuttering as he adjusted to the feeling. "God," he panted, his breath hot against your skin. "You feel so, fuck-"
His words dissolved into a groan as he pulled out slowly, only to slam back in with enough force to jolt the bedframe against the wall. You bit down on your lip hard, stifling a cry as he set a punishing pace, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that left you seeing stars.
The webbing held firm, keeping you pinned beneath him as he fucked you with single minded intensity, his breath coming in ragged bursts against your collarbone.
one sharp thrust forced a moan from your lips before you could bite it back - loud, embarrassingly loud - and Jisung’s hand slapped over your mouth instantly, his fingers pressing hard enough to muffle the sound.
"Quiet," he whispered, but his hips didn’t slow - if anything, the pace turned meaner, each snap of his hips deliberate and punishing. "Roommate’s sleeping, remember?"
You whimpered against his palm, your back arching off the bed as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur. his own control fraying at the edges as he fucked you into the mattress.
"Fuck - fuck - you feel so good," he muttered, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. His fingers flexed against your mouth, his other hand gripping your hip hard.
Jisung’s hand slid from your mouth to your throat, his fingers pressing just enough to take your breath away, his thumb brushing the line of your jaw as he leaned down, “Close?” he murmured, his hips never slowing their relentless pace.
You nodded frantically, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps as his cock dragged against that spot inside you with every thrust. The webbing around your wrists tugged taut with every movement, keeping you pinned beneath him, utterly at his mercy.
“Yeah?” he breathed, his hips stuttered, his rhythm faltering for just a second. “Gonna cum for me?” His free hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles that made your back arch off the bed.
You couldn’t answer - couldn’t think - just clenched around him with a muffled cry, your thighs shaking as pleasure crashed over you in waves. Jisung swore under his breath, his fingers tightening around your throat just slightly as he fucked you through it, his hips losing their rhythm entirely as he chased his own release.
"Gonna - fuck - gonna cum too," Jisung gasped, his rhythm faltered completely then, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate .
His forehead dropped to your shoulder with a ragged whimper, his hips jerked forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt. You felt him pulse inside you, his whole body trembling with the force of his release.
Jisung slumped against you, his breath still ragged against your collarbone, his fingers flexing weakly against your throat before sliding up to cradle your jaw instead. His thumb traced the curve of your cheekbone, his touch gentle compared to the way he absolutely rocked your shit just now.
"You okay?" he murmured, his voice hoarse.
You let out a shaky breath, your wrists tugging instinctively against the webbing still binding them. "Pretty sure you just short circuited my brain there," you admitted, your voice equally wrecked.
Jisung let out a tired laugh, his nose scrunched up adorably - adorably, god, when had you started thinking of him like that? - as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek. "Mission accomplished,"
Your wrists twisted slightly against the sticky webbing, the thin silk strands flexing but refusing to give. "Jisung," you muttered, wincing at the dull ache in your arms from being pinned above your head for so long. "This hurts. set me free."
His smile faltered immediately. A flicker of panic darted across his face as he sat up, suddenly nervous. "Uh." He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes. "Yeah, about that."
You narrowed your eyes. "About that?"
"The - uh - the webbing," he admitted, wincing preemptively like he expected you to throw something at him. "It... doesn’t dissolve for, like... an hour?"
Your jaw dropped. "An hour?"
Jisung scrambled upright, his hands flying up in mock surrender "Okay, okay! Before you kill me-" he started, then paused, reconsidering. "When you kill me- I swear I have a solution. Kind of. Maybe."
You yanked at the webbing again, the strands stretching slightly but refusing to budge. "What kind of solution?" you hissed through gritted teeth.
He bit his lip, "So... I've been working on this solvent? For emergencies? Like, if I accidentally web someone who isn't a criminal, or-"
"Jisung."
“Okay, so the solvent is back at my dorm. Which, uh. Isn’t here.”
You stared at him. “You’re joking.”
“I wish,” he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Look, I can swing back real quick-”
“You are not leaving me like this,” you hissed, twisting against the webbing for emphasis. The strands held firm, sticking stubbornly to your wrists and the headboard. “What if my roommate wakes up?”
Jisung blanched. “Oh. Right.” He glanced at the door, then back at you, his expression shifting from panic to something close to amusement. “So... we wait?”
“We wait?” you repeated, incredulous. “Jisung, I am naked and stuck to my own bed.”
“.....skill issue?”
you end up waiting the entire hour. with jisung serving as a very poor distraction to the the ache blooming in your arms and shoulders.
~
The university’s digital bulletin board flickered to life at exactly 9 am, updating the semester’s final rankings. You stood frozen in front of the screen, backpack dangling precariously off one shoulder.
your eyes skimmed over the results, your name in first place with a 100% next to it, followed by Jisung with a 98%.
A beat of silence. Then-
“No way,” you blurted, so loud it echoed off the empty hallway walls.
Behind you, a familiar weight slumped against your back, Jisung’s chin hooking over your shoulder as he squinted at the screen. “Huh,” he said, voice dripping with exaggerated contemplation. “That’s weird.”
You whirled around, “Huh? That’s all you have to say?”
Jisung shrugged, his lips twitching into that infuriatingly smug grin you’d spent years wanting to wipe off his face, though now, you had far more effective methods than stomping on his foot.
“I mean, congrats,” he said, leaning in until his nose brushed yours. “Enjoy your victory lap, genius. It’s not gonna last.”
You rolled your eyes, “Keep telling yourself that, Spiderboy.”
“Spiderman,” he corrected, flicking your forehead before dancing out of reach. “And don’t think this means you get to slack off. I’m watching you.” He mimed narrowing his eyes, pointing two fingers at his own eyes, then at you.
You lunged for him, but Jisung dodged effortlessly, freakishly fast - your wrist with a laugh and tugging you flush against his chest. His fingers slid between yours, “Seriously,” he murmured, voice softer now, “I’m proud of you.”
“Yeah, well,” you muttered, ducking your head to hide the flush creeping up your neck. “Turns out I can focus when a certain idiot isn’t yapping in my ear.”
“Wow. Wow.” he gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like you’d shot him. “After everything we’ve been through? The trauma? The bonding? You wound me.”
You snorted, shoving him away “Go lick your wounds in silence,” you said, turning on your heel toward the lecture hall. “I have a victory lap to take.”
a/n: I proofread this at the mall after my friend stood me up when I was ALREADY THERE, anyway, it's done! I had so much fun with spiderhan, hope u did too!!
summary: one night Changbin jokingly instigated a sexual relationship with no strings attached and you easily agreed in the name of experience. the dynamics between you and him remain consistently the same as prior to the arrangement; him being obviously in love with his best friend, and you being the oblivious best friend; him being your personal mechanic, and you being his loyal customer. or so he thought. the more often he spends those lustful nights with you, the more he doubts this fwb arrangement will work any longer.
“Wanna go again?”
But his cock was already rubbing against your sensitive clit when he whispered in your ear. The ragged breath that followed made his question sound more like a desperate suggestion.
Beneath him, you were still evening your breath from the burst of blissed out sensation he’d brought upon you just moments ago. Your eyes closed and lips parted and legs trembling, his release trickled out of your cunt onto his car seat. With the pads of his forefinger and middle finger, he rubbed the thick fluid and smeared it gently over your clit, making you squirm at the sensation.
In the cramped space of the backseat where there was little to no extent to stretch your legs and arms, your body had become weary and stiff, and yet as if enchanted, “yes… yes, please…”
Carefully he parted your legs more to make room for him to move. His strained grunts fanned against the side of your face as he sank the tip of his cock into the warmth that enveloped him leisurely just less than twenty minutes prior. Your whines dammed up his ears as he slid in his length all the way to the base into your warm walls, the thin ooze of your juice made it easy and pleasant.
“You even said please,” he stared at your lips for a moment, before shaking his head to leave the thoughts behind, and kissed your blushed cheek instead, “my pleasure, darling.”
…
THUMP!
A chain of curses flew out of Changbin’s lips as he rubbed the back of his head to ease the sting. It was the umpteenth time he got distracted and bumped his head against the hood of the SUV he was working on since early that morning.
The erotic images from a couple nights prior constantly crept into his mind like a stubborn colony of ants crawling up at the smell of a bread crumb. He snorted at his own incapability to drive away that memory.
What he had with you was nothing more than a sexual arrangement he had shamelessly and half-jokingly proposed on a random movie night after an accidental makeout. Being childhood and long-time best friends, he hadn’t expected you to say yes, let alone so easily as if it was an arrangement for another movie night. Twice a week you both ended up seeing each other to satiate your lustful needs, which progressively intensified to a regular agenda he came to anticipate the more he got to have a taste of you.
But the reminiscent of those passionate nights had begun to take up too much space in his everyday life. He pictured how your body writhed under him, how you called his name time and time again, how your hands reached to caress his neck and bring him close, how your hair was damp with sweat, how effortlessly beautiful you were naked.
He wondered if it would affect him the same if he were to pleasure someone else—someone he wasn’t falling in love with.
Damn that arrangement. If only he had been a little braver that day to propose something more romantic than occasional sex. A relationship, for an instance. But he was too cowardly, afraid that the decades of friendship would shatter just because he looked at you as somebody so much more than just a friend.
His train of thought was cut short by a familiar ragged engine sound in the distance.
Changbin wasn’t a tad bit surprised when he saw a familiar old blue sedan nearing and lining up in the lot of the Car Wash and Auto Detailing where he spent most of his days. Through the wide open windows Keshi’s ANGOSTURA pierced through the warm spring air. The bluetooth he had put in the old car’s stereo two months ago seemed to work fine.
He dropped the wrenches and walked over to greet the driver he had gotten bored of seeing.
“At this point just tell me you can’t stand being away from me too long,” he said when you climbed out of your car. He wiped the grime remnants off his fingers with a washcloth that was already besmirched with stains of motor oil. “But we’re fully booked today. Come back in a week.”
“Is that how you talk to your loyal customer?” He couldn’t hold his grin when you clung to his arm, wearing your fakest heartbroken pout and woeful eyes to get him taking your car in for repair. Again. This was the third time in the last two months.
The car was well nigh crumbling. At first he had always thought there was too much work where it wasn’t worth the sweat he and his team shed and definitely not the large sum you set aside from your paycheck. But the car was one of the last of your brother’s possessions he let you have before he passed away nine years ago. Changbin knew you wouldn’t give up on the ancient vehicle before it totally gave up on you first. And giving up on you was what the car had been doing hence the amount of repairs it needed in a short period of time. It was only a matter of time until the car succumbed to its demise. Until then, Changbin was willing to fix anything there was to fix for you.
But where’s the fun if he didn’t playfully insult the junk you treasured most?
“You’d be faster on foot.” Changbin remarked with a snort after a quick check.
You weren’t aware of the dirty smudges from his coveralls smearing your pleated skirt and white pullover as you kept on pestering him by clinging to his arm. In spite of his indifference, he discreetly relished in every second of that physical contact.
“I’m always on time,” you pleaded, “so please?”
“Chan got himself this antique convertible car of his dream but his carport is too small for two cars to squeeze in,” he spun on his heel and headed off to the repairing station, nodding his chin in the direction where a shiny red Hyundai sedan, Chan’s old car, was parked in the corner, “he wants to get rid of her as soon as possible. What do you think?”
Changbin knew you wouldn’t give a damn. But Chan asked him to talk you into purchasing the car just in case.
As predicted, you gave the red Hyundai an uninterested glance before stalking behind him towards a customer’s car he mended. He pulled out a wrench from the pocket of his coveralls and bent over the SUV’s engine. He added half-heartedly, “save the money and save more from your monthly paycheck for four to five months. I’ll talk to Chan if you’re interested.”
“Or you can take the money and fix my car for me,” you insisted, looking over your shoulder at a black mustang parked in the lot reserved for the staff. A majestic vehicle that was the silent witness of a number of obscene activities shared between you two. “Besides, you haven’t paid your car off yet, have you?”
“No,” he replied casually, getting a little too entertained by your persistence, “but I’m taking care of that just fine, so your point is?”
You leaned against the SUV’s door with folded arms, “you're not very friendly right now.”
Changbin chuckled, “I don’t think we’ve been very friendly to each other these days.”
“Meaning?”
At the sight of your innocently curled eyebrows, Changbin bursted out laughing. His mouth ran faster than his brain sometimes. No regrets. But he was relieved you failed to grasp what he meant. “Forget it.”
“So how long does my car need to be in the workshop?”
He placed both hands on his hips, fingers hooked onto his coveralls pockets.
“A week maybe,” he glanced at your sedan, a mischievous glint flashed in his gaze when he looked back at you, “but like I said we’re fully booked right now and I don’t suppose we’d get even a tad bit available for the next couple of weeks. I’m gonna need more people to fix every troubled part of your car if you want it back faster, that means we’re gonna be short-staffed at the carwash station.”
It was supposed to be a mindless joke that shouldn’t be taken into consideration.
You were supposed to climb into the passenger seat of his mustang.
He was supposed to give you a ride home as usual.
But then you asked if there was a spare uniform and where the locker room was. Changbin laughed and shooed you away to your next agenda, even almost took off his coveralls and drove you home, but Jisung and the other staff in the carwash station had been in fact overwhelmed with the queue of customers even before Changbin could drag some of them into the repairing station to help fix your car.
“I don’t have anything to do at home anyway,” you insisted, winking an eye at him.
He thought it wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of hands.
Until you came out of the staff room and he gave himself a mental punch in the face because the only spare uniform was impossibly tight.
One could say the same thing about his coveralls that not only did its tight fit flaunt his impeccably sculpted pecs, it was also parading his perfectly round ass and his bulging arms that the short sleeves could barely provide a cover for. It was safe to say he had attracted a good number of loyal customers with his build alone. Adding his sexy brain and charming nature to the mix, he became a target of flirting remarks and dinner invitations. The workshop had easily dodged financial crisis, happy ending.
But this time it wasn’t about him.
The polo top of the carwash team’s uniform was so tight around your neck that you left the top buttons undone. The hem of the shirt barely covered your waist and couldn’t be tucked into the waistband of the shorts that there was a good portion of skin every time you bent over. And the shorts… they hugged your ass nicely. Way too nicely that it left a pinch to imagination—to his imagination precisely.
Apart from sneaky glances of curiosity, the other staff gave little to no further interest and focused on their respective chores. But that was mainly because they knew who they were going to deal with if they stared too long. Changbin was already hard to please, so fishing out even a little bit of his wrath would be like digging their own grave.
The hood of your sedan was opened. Changbin bent over to check the engine. He tried, because his gaze kept straying away towards the carwash station. It would’ve been better if Jisung had offered spare coveralls. It was getting harder to look away especially from the shorts because he knew what was beneath—
THUMP!
How many more times did he have to bump his head against a car hood? He internally scoffed at his questionable professionalism in your presence.
“You okay?” Chan was approaching with his usual essential tools in hand. “You’ve been very distracted.”
From the grin stretching on the older’s face, it was safe to assume Chan knew exactly what—or who—had caused that distraction but chose to tease the younger either way. “I wonder what makes her terribly oblivious when you’re this obvious.”
“Mhm,” Changbin agreed, “but I used to hide it very well.”
Chan opened the door and checked the dashboard warning lights, before immediately sliding out again. He looked in the direction of the carwash station where you and Jisung were guiding the cars into, “I’m surprised your possessive ass didn’t run riot when she came out in that. Our customers are very pleased with the view, you see.”
Changbin knew what Chan was talking about, but Jisung wasn’t assigned—as per Changbin’s own request—beside you to solely ensure you did your part well. Changbin trusted the younger could stave off anyone who crossed the line.
“My advice,” said Chan, settling a creeper in position, “don’t wait too long.”
Changbin snorted, and Chan slid under your car.
You were spraying excessive dirt off of a jeep as it was loaded into the wash. Jisung pointed at the spots that needed an extra cleaning while spraying dead bugs off of the windshield himself.
As soon as you were done and Jisung was guiding the jeep to steer into the wash, the driver instead rolled the window down and spoke to you.
Changbin didn’t have to come closer to catch the jock’s eyes falling to your lower half more often than they should. You laughed at something the driver had said, whipping your head around and looking directly at where Changbin was no longer bending over and was instead standing by the bumpers of your car with folded arms.
He didn’t want to jump into conclusions and thought you were speaking about him to the man as you could’ve talked about your wrecked car or about Chan on the creeper under your car or perhaps even something else entirely different. It wasn’t until the man offered him an awkward grin and a flash of annoyance before rolling up the window and entering the wash.
Changbin wasn’t curious about what you might have told that man at first. But seeing Jisung busted a gut beside you and shook his head while looking at him, Changbin couldn’t help but internally enquiring what could be so funny.
…
The sun had almost set and the majority of the staff had gone home. After showering, Changbin scurried over to his car. He organised his belongings on the backseat and wiped the leather seat clean (that was already clean). He did the same to the front passenger seat. Then he sat behind the wheel, waiting.
An overwhelming scent of musk from his perfume occupied every nook of the interior of his mustang, and wearing perfume wasn’t part of his routine going home. Usually he would only give his body a quick rinse to wash off the grime and dust after having spent the whole day grappling with stinky engines, and settle on a proper shower at home. Not this time.
He didn’t wait long before the passenger door swung open and you rushed inside with your own bag and a chunky looking tote on your lap. The floral scent of your perfume mixed with his musk made the smell inside his car a little dizzying, like walking in the aisle of an endless row of perfume shops.
“Do you not have anything less bigger?” You tried to adjust the hem of the black hoodie that buried your frame in its thick fleece. There was a reason why you had bolted from the shower room to the parking lot... “And maybe some pants?”
Changbin leaned over to you all of a sudden, causing you to recline back onto the seat in surprise. The back of his hand subtly grazed over your bare thigh when he fastened your seatbelt.
“You look amazing.” He teased, starting the engine and departing to the main road.
The chunky tote bag was borrowed from Jisung for your half-wet pullover and skirt. Changbin had tried to wash the motor oil stains off of your clothes earlier with soap and baking soda, and while the remaining light brown patch, like tea stain, wouldn’t have been noticeable on any darker fabric, it was a different case when it came to white clothes. Of course.
“Sorry about your clothes. I’ll buy you prettier ones.” Said he when you tossed your bag and the tote onto the backseat.
“Partly my fault for hugging you and wearing white to the workshop, but I’ll take the offer. I’m free tomorrow.”
He briefly glanced at you with an annoying wriggle of his brow, “is it a date?”
“What else? Field trip?”
He giggled.
“By the way, the jeep driver,” he cleared his throat, “what did he say to you?”
“Just some stuff about his dick,” you shrugged, then your eyes narrowed in a teasing manner, “you already stared when I looked. Why?”
“Gotta make sure you do your job right.”
“So you were definitely not staring at a particular pair of cheeks?”
His crooked smile was enough of a confession.
He slowly pushed the brake as the vehicles around were beginning to move slower. “And what did you say to him?”
“I said,” you beamed, gaze intently affixed on the smooth outline of his face, trying to catch even the subtlest changes in his expression at your response, “it’s hard to satisfy me when the inside of my cunt is already reshaped into the shape of my boyfriend’s big dick.”
Changbin subconsciously clenched his jaw. Something twitched down there.
“Jisung thought it was funny,” you added, “but then he actually asked if I was serious about your cock’s size. He wasn’t the least bit interested in whether or not you’re really my boyfriend…”
“Everybody thought I am.” He said.
“…or whether or not we actually fuck. Is it way too obvious what we do behind closed doors?” You chuckled.
“Chan and Jisung know I’d be with you most of the time when I don’t have work, and according to Jisung I smell like you sometimes. It’s not rocket science for them to piece things together.” Now Changbin wasn’t sure what he felt when he said these things. It was always obscure to him. He got turned on at the thought that you’d willingly use him whenever somebody tried to flirt with you, but at the same time, the way you talked about these things so casually cracked his ego a little bit.
He was going to say something but you beat him to it.
“I gotta tell them that you start everything most of the time because look, a little compliment for your dick and there it is,” Your eyes dropped to the tent he didn’t realise had formed in the middle of his sweats, “let me help you with that?”
Grey sweats were not made to hide a bulge. Not that he was embarrassed, not after you had so casually praised his cock when you knew all too well how it would affect him. But the thing was, he couldn’t possibly say yes to your kind offer in the middle of traffic, could he?
He could. His needs overpowered his common sense and it showed when he took your hand and placed it over his erection.
You smiled in triumph, giving his clothed cock soft strokes with your palm, deliberately pressing your hand over what felt like the head of his half-erected cock. Your hand slipped inside through the waistband, holding the warm girth in your palm. A couple of gentle strokes later, your thumb rubbed over the tip, playing with the sensitive flesh until not long after there was an evident wet patch on the grey fabric indicating his precum. Just a little more… you could see it from his face and muffled groans.
But your hand slipped out.
“Baby…” Changbin clutched your wrist, stroking your skin with his thumb, “just a little more, please. I’m almost there.”
“I know,” you cooed, “I’ll make you feel better, promise.”
The vehicles barely moved, the sun was dipping below the horizon. The golden hour ebbed into nightfall quickly, guaranteeing secretion now that there wasn’t any more sunlight.
Changbin gave in to the heat of infatuation that would have him overthink once he was no longer affected by your intoxicating touches. He preferred your apartment, or at least the backseat of his car for a proper sex, but it wasn’t the time where he could push you away when you were this good.
In the meantime he had to be satisfied with sitting helplessly in the driver seat while you did all the work.
He clutched the wheel tightly, trying to remain intact into the seat despite the slow pace of your head bobbing up and down as your mouth devoured his girth, eager to swallow all the way down to the back of your throat although it was a difficult feat given the size of his length.
You kept your ass in the air and knees nailed to your seat, the hem of the hoodie rolled down and pooled around your chest. If the car windows weren’t layered with privacy films, the pretty view of your panties and firm ass would’ve been a pleasant entertainment amidst the stress of the rush hour traffic. Changbin wouldn’t have liked it.
While one hand gripped the wheel a little more loosely, the other one slithered across the arched plane of your back and further up to where he felt your wet panties. You whimpered at the touch of his fingers against your clothed cunt, making his fully hardened length twitch in your mouth at the vibration.
You sucked his cock delectably and forced yourself to swallow just a tad bit more until you could feel his tip made contact with your throat. His sweet grunts and gentle caresses on your hair were enough of praises for you, “feels good, take me so well, you’re so good…”
His fingers slipped beneath your panties, one digit sliding up and down your wet folds. He gasped when you pulled your head away completely and swirled your tongue around the head of his length, licking the precum that spilled from the slit. Instantaneously his hand clutched a handful of your hair, pushing you down to swallow his cock again, he was so fucking close at this point you could see the tip of his cock the colour of blood.
“I’m sorry, love,” his fingers ran through your hair softly as an additional apology.
You suckled his cock with a hum, too preoccupied to process what the apology was for.
“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he reclined back into the seat, subconsciously ramming his hips up until the head of his cock nudged the back of your throat over and over again.
Your scalp began to sting at his grasp, you whined. The sudden vibration once again sent an electric bliss to the pit of his stomach. His cock twitched inside the warm cavern of your mouth.
Tears formed in your eyes before they flew down at the intensity. Changbin’s cock grew a little bigger indicating his release, but you tried not to graze your teeth. He didn’t even realise he was holding back just to feel you longer, until he couldn’t take it anymore.
The muscles of your mouth contracted in greedy suck, your palm squeezed firm around the base of his cock that couldn’t go into your mouth, sensing how close he was to climax.
A swirl of your tongue was all it took for him to topple over. At the peak of ecstasy, he closed his eyes tight and humped his hips to feel more of your warmth and how it was drawing more and more of his release. His growls were hoarse, savouring the pleasant shockwaves you were bringing upon him.
The car behind beeped the horn at the time he slipped back to reality.
There was quite a wide gap between the bumpers of his mustang and the trunk of the sedan upfront.
“Hey…” he stroked a hand on your head, helping you off his cock and settling you back into the passenger seat, even fastening your seatbelt back on. One hand tugged at the waistband of his sweats to rest around his hips again, the other hand held the wheel and narrowed the distance with the car in front.
After managing a safe distance, he checked on you. He leaned over, ridding off the messy strands out of your face and combing your dishevelled hair.
Maybe he regretted it.
Because the tears rolling down your cheeks, the mixture of his cum and your spit gleaming in the corner of your lips, your lazy blinks, could be the sole reason for yet another climax.
That was an exaggeration of course, but his cock did twitch.
“Was I too rough?”
“No,” you sighed, smiling, “I liked it a lot.”
As all the cars seemed to move little by little, Changbin’s foot lingered in the air atop the gas pedal when he noticed a spacious gap between the cars on his left. In a matter of seconds he had reached a decision. He drifted his car into the wide gap and to the gate of a hotel.
“You’re not planning to reserve a room here now, are you?” After Changbin parked his car in the very far corner, you glanced around at the vast outdoor parking of the facility with only a few cars in sight, and looked up at the contemporary architecture of the hotel.
“We have enough space here,” he chuckled, but added quickly, “unless we’re planning on doing this all night then I’ll surely book us a room.”
“Just a quickie please,” you giggled, unbuckling your seatbelt, “but can you stay the night at my place? We can just cuddle and watch a movie and sleep.”
He agreed in a heartbeat, “I thought you wouldn’t ask.”
He unfastened his own seatbelt and reclined your seat all the way down, catching you off guard. He lifted your legs and spread them to make space for him to settle in between. Your panties were soaked.
He slid your panties up and let the fabric hang around your ankle, putting your cunt on display. Mirroring his impatience, you pulled his sweats down, his hard cock stood proud against his stomach as if he hadn’t just released pretty much a big load just moments before.
You pouted, your whine sounded more sensual than intended, “wanna blow you again so bad.”
He rubbed his cock against your folds, “what, you want me to retract back to my seat now?”
You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to you. He smiled, “that’s what I thought.”
A wrap was fished out of the dashboard. He rolled the latex around his length.
“You can suck me later all you want,” he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead while his hand guided his cock to align with your entrance, “we’re not in a hurry anyway.”
Changbin thought he might have to keep your car longer in his workshop and make you sit pretty in the passenger seat of his car every day. He wouldn’t mind driving you to work and picking you up if that meant to see you every day.
As the pace of his pounding was progressively getting frantic, his lips moved more affectionately. He left kisses on your shoulder and your collarbones and your neck, making sure to give your skin light sucks until they were adorned by several possessive red marks.
When his lips hovered over your face, he stared at your parted lips. So plump and inviting. He looked up and you were already looking, giving away that you knew where he had been staring.
“Can I?”
It broke the rules.
Kissing on the lips is strictly forbidden as long as the benefits are strictly sexual.
You wanted to give it to someone who shared mutual romantic feelings, you had said the day when the arrangement had been made. Changbin agreed. It was too much to ask anyway.
So, it broke the rules. To make it worse, this wasn’t some sort of a romantic lovemaking where he slowly undressed you on the bed with a night skyline view and a classic love song in the background. This was a lustful quickie as a result of a mind-blowing blow job you had given him earlier.
But you cradled his face in response and he swallowed your moans in an impassioned, wet kiss. His tongue played, and it was rather rough, and yet you could feel it in the kiss that he meant it. That it wasn’t just a kiss he initiated for fun. He wanted it, and so did you.
He could’ve come at the delicious clench of your walls around his girth, but more than that, he felt his heart throbbing abnormally and his stomach tight with pleasure just because your hands cupped his hot cheeks and your thumbs swept gentle strokes on the blushing skin. It was his first kiss with you, and Lords, was it amazing.
Changbin reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to let you breathe. “Okay? Was I too rough? Too much?”
Your lips were a little swollen at this point. “I love it.”
Burying his face in your neck, he grunted, half-high, “gotta satisfy you, yeah?” His thrusts slower but deeper, “gotta reshape your walls into the shape of your boyfriend’s big dick like what you said to that man?”
Something flashed in your eyes, Changbin couldn’t make out what that meant. But you smiled at him, pulling him closer with your legs, hugging him. When he thought you weren't going to say anything, your voice tickled in his ear in a whisper, “my boyfriend’s dick.”
Your cunt swallowed his length all the way to the base. He let you feel the uncontrollable throbs of his cock. He wished he wasn’t hearing things. Boyfriend, you emphasised it.
He rolled his hips a little, making you whine all the more desperately because his cock was pressing right into the spot that gave your stomach a pleasurable knot.
The car seat was wet, stained with your release. At the same time his hips squirmed as he filled the latex with his seed.
He caressed the side of your face, lips planting kisses on your cheeks and forehead.
Boyfriend. He thought to himself. Did you mean it?
a/n: woah it's finally here... i'd put off rewriting this fic for so long. some of you who found me through insta and have read this before, might remember that this was originally leaning more towards pwp, if not very little plot, but since a lot of readers back then wanted a part 2 i thought it'd be better to add more plot. hope you guys enjoyed reading this!
also i was thinking of making a taglist on future posts so let me know in the comments if you'd like to be added! :) <3
𝓌hat happens when you find out your shy roommate, jisung, isn't so shy on camera...?
💭 :: 7O7 mdni uni!au camboy!jisung perv!jisung smut unprotected sex reposted from my other blog!
camboy!jisung who's your roommate. obviously, when you first moved in, you didn't know this. wouldn't have ever guess it, either. he seemed too innocent for it, too soft and nerdy. he's the sweetheart of the campus, after all.
camboy!jisung isn't the best at being quiet at night, when he's in front of his monitor, red light blinking at him. when he's on-screen, it's hard not to let himself go. it just turns him on, the thought of all those people getting off to him.
camboy!jisung who you want to strangle, especially at those dead hours of the night, when you can hear his moans and groans and whimpers. it's just hard to sleep with all that noise. it's even harder to sleep when your panties are a soaked mess, because you're trying you're hardest not to touch yourself to your roommate.
camboy!jisung who, at first, you thought was just having girls over. that didn't make sense, though. you weren't hearing another person, and you weren't seeing anyone over. maybe he was just a porn addict?
camboy!jisung, you find, isn't a porn addict. he is the porn. you hadn't even meant to find out, you'd just been scrolling through a x-rated website, when you stumbled onto some guy's video. you don't remember what prompted you to click it, just the fact that you'd been eager for some release, and your roommate was out for the day.
camboy!jisung who's face isn't shown, but you didn't need that to figure out it was him. you could tell by his room, even if you've only been in it a couple times. it had the same figurines in the background, the same bedspread. his favorite posters stuck on the wall. it didn't take a genius.
camboy!jisung who's video you watch, anyways. despite the fact that you know. despite the fact that it feels a little morally gray. you cum on your fingers and the sheets, then once more when you stalk his page and watch another one. fuck, you're on you're third video, when you notice something odd.
camboy!jisung who's not using any toys in this one. when you squint harder, you realize it's a pair of panties. he's got it wrapped around his hard cock, pumping the length of it. his eyes are squeezed shut, and he's whining to himself, even biting his fist.
camboy!jisung who's not just using any pair, he's using yours. holy shit, your baby blue pair that you couldn't find, that you assumed the washing machine ate, that so perfectly matched his eyes. that bastard had not only stolen them, but jerked off to them. you can only watch in utter shock, as he cums ropes of sticky white all over them, making a mess.
camboy!jisung who's room you're literally breaking into, trying to see if he'd hidden them somewhere in there. you do end up finding them, placed in a cardboard box under his bed. you hold them up, unintentionally clenching your thighs.
camboy!jisung who must've come home early, because you can hear shuffling outside the door. you don't have a moment to react, not even to hide what you're doing.
camboy!jisung who looks sheepish, like a little boy who stole an extra cookie for dessert. except his cookie was a piece of cum-stained fabric. he tries to make this make sense, but he's never been that good with his words, so he just fucks his explanation into you instead, in hopes that'll work. to his luck, it does.
camboy!jisung who's dick is better in real life, than over camera. he's got you in the most cruel of positions, shoving his length into you. you can feel every drag of his tip, every stretch of your walls. you can't stop clenching around him, and it's driving him crazy—in the best way possible.
camboy!jisung who gets you to orgasm a countless number of times that night, like since he finally has you, he never wants to let you, or your tight little pussy, go.
camboy!jisung's who latest, most hit stream is titled "fucked pretty roommate instead of her panties this time!"
camboy!jisung who's not such a sweetheart, after all.
pairing: Han x f!reader x Lee Know
wc: 1.7K
genre: fluff, smut (mdni)
tags/warnings: smut no plot, dom!minho, softdom!minho, softdom!jisung, sub!reader, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart), praise kink + light degradation, unprotected sex, reader is on top but she is not in control, creampie, mxm (kissing), aftercare, the smut starts smutty and gets very, very soft
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Summary: Minho and Jisung figure out how much you like neck kisses.
a/n: This one's for my lovely @kloversung. Thanks for the idea, love!
The sound of skin slapping skin echoes through the room, accompanied by an absolute symphony of wet squelching noises from where Jisung is buried deep inside your cunt. His eyes are glued to you as you ride him, and he has your hands clasped to his chest.
“So good,” he pants, “so good for me, sweetheart, keep going, holy shit you’re so tight, taking me so well—”
You’re unable to form words, just needy, high-pitched whimpers. Two orgasms in, your thoughts are hazy, your mind fogged, nothing but need and pleasure coursing through your body. Your fingers dig into the firm muscles of his chest as you try to keep yourself upright, hips rolling, dragging him hot and heavy along inside where you can feel every ridge, every vein. At this angle, his tip kisses your sweet spot with every bounce, and you can barely keep your eyes open with how overwhelming it feels.
As your rhythm falters, another pair of hands slides in over your hips. Behind you, Minho is straddling Jisung’s thighs, his chest coming to press against your back. He’s still covered in a gorgeous, thin sheen of sweat. “Keep going,” he murmurs, still a little out of breath, into your ear as he helps your hips keep up their rhythm with the strength of his hands. Beneath you, Jisung groans and starts to piston his hips up into you. “Needy little slut needs a cock in her at all times,” Minho continues, his voice vibrating through your skin, his fingers gripping you with bruising strength, and his words make your breath catch in your throat. “Takes us as many times as we’ll have her, always comes back for more, so perfect, baby, fuck—”
“Min—” you whine, high and desperate.
“You can take it,” he whispers into your ear, and his lips latch on to the column of your neck.
It’s as if your soul disconnects from your body. As he sucks your skin into his mouth, everything feels like it dissolves inside you, leaving you all sensation, all feeling. Nothing even resembling a thought is left inside your floaty brainspace, where you can hear yourself making a high-pitched moan you’ve never made before, as if it’s coming from somewhere else.
Beneath you, Jisung’s hips stutter. “Fuck,” he pants, his voice strangled, “she’s squeezing me so tight, whatever you did, do it again—”
“Liked that?” Minho murmurs against your skin. Distantly, you can feel his length hardening again where it ruts against your ass cheek as he moves you. In contrast to the furious pace of Jisung’s hips, Minho very slowly trails his soft lips down your neck, sucking a mark right behind your ear, feeling you lose all control of your body. He brings one hand up to wrap lightly around your neck, his fingers resting at the sides, and he tilts your head to get better access, sensing that you’re unable to do it yourself. The sensation inside you is building higher and higher, and you moan out a sob.
“So pretty… all fucked out… like that,” Jisung pants, chasing his own high.
Two more thrusts, and he comes inside you with a guttural groan, his warmth filling you to the brim. At the exact same moment, Minho sinks his teeth into your shoulder, and the pleasure-pain tosses you over the edge of your own orgasm, but your breath is so caught in your throat that you can barely make a sound. Jisung fucks you through it, and Minho runs his wet tongue along your pulse point, until you’re trembling, breathless, spent. You slump back against Minho’s chest, no longer able to hold any part of your body up.
Jisung is still grasping at one of your hands. “Fuck, that was—fuck.”
“Found one of her sweet spots,” Minho says, the grin threading his voice.
He helps you off Jisung, stroking your skin soothingly when you whimper as he slides out of you, and lays you back on the bed. Then he leans over and gives Jisung a kiss, brushing his cheek with one hand and studying his face. “Need a second?”
Jisung nods, still panting. “Yeah, that was… intense.”
Minho kisses him one more time, humming into his mouth. “I’ll take care of our girl,” he says, and turns to you.
It takes you a second to realize that he’s not maneuvering you onto your back to rail you into the mattress or turning you over so he can take you from behind; rather, he sits up against the headboard and settles you in his lap in a lotus position, your legs wrapped around his waist. You can feel the evidence of the last round leaking out of you, and you rest your head on his shoulder, still feeling floaty, as he strokes your back softly.
“You melted so pretty for Ji,” he says quietly into your ear, and his tone sends an involuntary shiver up your spine. “I got jealous, wanted a turn.”
His uncharacteristic softness makes you melt even further. You whimper, eyes still closed, folding your arms around his neck.
He plants one careful kiss right behind your ear, and your brain fuzzes. “Do you want more, or do you just want me to take care of you?” he asks.
It takes you a second to form the words, but you finally gasp, “More, please,” and he chuckles against your skin.
He gently lifts your hips, taking all your weight, and slides into you. The slickness eases his entrance, and gravity pulls you into him, making you both moan quietly as he fully buries himself. Your sensitivity makes every sensation feel electric around the edges. He gives you a second to adjust, and then he places a soft kiss to the side of your neck, and you’re entirely gone.
Every kiss he plants on your neck is tender, matched to the slow roll of his hips into you. You feel like you’re in a calm ocean, waves of pleasure lapping gently over you, overwhelming but so, so soft, carrying you away from the part of you that needs to think.
“God, you feel incredible,” he hums between kisses, adoration painting his voice. He traces a slow path up one side of your neck and down the other, occasionally groaning into your skin, the vibrations of it washing over you.
You have no idea how long you two stay like that—maybe minutes, maybe eons—before you feel another body press to your back until you’re fully enveloped in warmth.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Jisung’s voice murmurs into your ear. “Mind if I help?”
He captures the side of your neck that Minho isn’t lavishing with his tongue, sliding up to nip at your earlobe before mouthing at your skin. His hands encircle you from behind, coming up to knead gently at your breasts, making you moan and tip your head back against his shoulder. Minho slides down to your collarbone, sucking a tiny pattern just over that line, hearing your whimpers change pitch just slightly. His hips never stop rolling into you.
As your breathing shortens, coming in shallower and shallower gasps, they keep their pace steady, keeping you afloat on that ocean of pleasure until you peak—a thick bloom of heat that bursts from your center, radiating out through your skin. Your head swims. Minho grasps at you through it, groaning something choked in your ear, before you feel his familiar warmth filling you up. He sinks forward into you, his breath shaky, and Jisung has to hold you both up.
You can hear Minho, voice unsteady, as if from a distance, as he strokes your sides soothingly with his thumbs. “Good girl, so good for us, did so well…”
“You’re so soft for her,” Jisung says fondly over the top of your head.
“Can’t help it,” Minho chuckles into your skin. “You see how pretty she melts?”
“Yeah,” Jisung replies, “she’s unreal.”
Still floating, you feel the warmth of the two solid bodies around you releasing you, and they lay you out on the bed. Minho strokes your forehead as the strength returns to his limbs while Jisung retrieves a damp cloth from the bathroom. He cleans you up gently, careful not to overstimulate you further.
Vaguely, you hear the tub running, and eventually a pair of arms lifts you out of the bed. Your head lolls against Minho’s chest, and you feel the fond rumble of his chuckle. Minho settles you into the tub and then climbs in behind you, letting you float a little while longer while he cleans you both and washes your hair. You sigh every time one of his fingers skims your neck, the echo of their kisses still reverberating through your skin.
As Minho helps you out of the tub and dries you off, you’re dimly aware of Jisung quickly hopping in the shower, partially because he drops a kiss to your shoulder and another to Minho’s cheek as he passes. Minho just hums appreciatively, squeezing some of the moisture out of your hair. Then he leads you back into the bedroom, where the bed is made with fresh sheets, before helping you into your sleep clothes and settling you on the mattress. You move where he moves you, pliant and hazy, still lost in the aftermath of pleasure.
He settles on one side of you and pulls the covers over you both before kissing you just underneath your jaw, a soft touch.
“You’re being so nice to me,” you mumble.
“I’m always nice after,” he says, and you can feel him smiling against your skin.
“Yeah, but during,” you say, your eyes still closed.
He chuckles. “Don’t get used to it.” One hand grasps your waist, pulling you into him, tucking you to his chest. “Or do, if you melt for us like that again. Irresistible.” He drops a kiss to the top of your head.
“Hope you saved me room,” Jisung says, slipping under the covers on your other side. He folds himself into you, as if he can burrow into your skin for warmth. “So you like neck kisses, huh?”
You nod lazily. “I guess so.”
Jisung stretches up and kisses you gently on your neck, once, and you sigh contentedly. “Filing that away to use later,” he says, his thumb running over the knuckles of your hand.
Wrapped in two pairs of arms, engulfed in their warmth, their breath on your skin, you squeeze both of their hands, and they squeeze back. Together, you drift into sleep, worn out, sated, adored.
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A/n:Ugh, Stray Kids are coming to Rock in Rio and I'm too broke to go. I hate it here
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innocent Han who… fucks your throat relentlessly, holding your head in place while he thrusts deep until tears stream down your face and drool drips everywhere, cumming hard down your throat and making you swallow every drop. Afterwards he wipes your mouth gently with his sleeve, gives you the cutest pout, and cuddles you like he wasn’t just using your mouth as a toy.
innocent Han who… bends you over the dorm couch and rails your pussy hard and fast, slapping your ass red while moaning your name until he fills you with thick cum that leaks down your thighs. When the members come back he’s already playing games on his phone, pulling you onto his lap innocently and asking if you want to watch him play.
innocent Han who… eats your pussy like he’s starving, sucking on your clit until you squirt on his tongue, then fucks you missionary while staring at you with those big sparkling eyes, pumping load after load inside you. After you’re shaking and covered in cum he brings you snacks and water, humming happily like nothing happened.
innocent Han who… wakes you up in the middle of the night by sliding his cock into your soaked pussy and fucks you for hours, cumming inside you multiple times until the sheets are ruined. In the morning he stretches cutely and says with a sleepy smile, “Good morning baby, why do you look so tired today?”
innocent Han who… makes you ride him reverse cowgirl, gripping your hips and slamming you down on his cock until your pussy is swollen and dripping, then flips you over to fill you again. Afterwards he hugs you tightly from behind, nuzzling your neck sweetly and acting like the softest boyfriend alive.
innocent Han who… fucks you against the bathroom wall right before practice, pounding deep and fast while covering your mouth so no one hears you moaning, leaving your pussy creampied and leaking. When he comes out he’s perfectly normal, chatting with the members while you’re still trying to walk straight.
innocent Han who… destroys your pussy all night long in every position, choking you lightly and filling you until cum is everywhere — on your stomach, leaking from your hole, even in your mouth. The next day he brings you breakfast in bed with the most innocent puppy eyes, stroking your hair gently.
innocent Han who… shares you with Minho, fucking your tight pussy while Minho uses your mouth at the same time, both of them pounding you until you’re a trembling, cum-filled mess with loads dripping from every hole. Afterwards Han and Minho act completely casual — Han playing with your fingers softly and offering you his hoodie while Minho makes tea, both pretending they didn’t just ruin you together.
innocent Han who… pins you down and fucks your ass deep and rough, stretching you open while rubbing your clit until you cum hard around him, filling your tight hole with thick ropes of cum that drip out slowly. Afterwards he pulls you into his lap, playing with your hair and offering you his favorite snack like he hadn’t just ruined your ass.
innocent Han who… makes you sit on his cock while he’s gaming, bouncing you up and down quietly until he fills your pussy with cum mid-match, then keeps playing with one hand while the other gently rubs your back.
innocent Han who… fucks you in the practice room after everyone leaves, bending you over the mirror and pounding your pussy so hard your legs shake, covering your mouth as he cums inside you twice. When the members return he’s just stretching innocently on the floor, smiling at you softly.
innocent Han who… chokes you lightly while thrusting into your soaked pussy, biting your shoulders and leaving marks all over your chest before pumping you full until it overflows. Later he wraps you in his blanket and watches anime with you, acting like the sweetest boy.
innocent Han who… teases your clit with his fingers under the table during dinner, then drags you to the bedroom and fucks you senseless until you’re crying from overstimulation, filling every hole. He comes back out minutes later with messy hair and a cute laugh, asking if anyone wants ice cream.
innocent Han who… shares you with Minho again, holding your legs open while Minho fucks your pussy raw and Han fucks your throat at the same time, both of them filling you with cum until it’s leaking from your mouth and cunt. Afterwards Han cuddles you on the couch, humming softly and feeding you strawberries while Minho plays music like nothing ever happened.
innocent Han who… wakes you up by licking and sucking your pussy until you’re soaking, then rails you from the side, cumming deep inside before falling back asleep hugging you tightly like an innocent puppy.
innocent Han who… fucks you so hard against the wall that your back is marked, slapping your tits and calling you his needy slut while filling you up repeatedly. Minutes later he’s back to being soft, kissing your forehead and asking if you want him to draw something cute for you.
innocent Han who… becomes completely addicted to your pussy, spending hours between your legs licking and sucking on your clit like it’s his favorite candy, burying his tongue deep inside you until you’re soaking his face and cumming repeatedly. Afterwards he wipes his chin with the back of his hand, gives you the cutest smile, and asks if you want to cuddle.
innocent Han who… can’t keep his hands off your pussy even when you’re just watching a movie, slipping his fingers under your panties to rub slow circles on your clit, sliding two fingers inside and curling them while acting completely focused on the screen, then casually licking his fingers clean when he’s done.
innocent Han who… wakes up before you just to spread your legs and bury his face in your pussy, sucking and slurping loudly while you’re still half asleep, making you cum on his tongue before he even says good morning. He then crawls up and hugs you tightly like an innocent puppy.
innocent Han who… gets obsessed and spends the whole afternoon with his fingers buried in your pussy, scissoring you open and rubbing your g-spot nonstop until you squirt all over his hand and the bed. Afterwards he kisses your forehead softly and offers to bring you water like nothing happened.
innocent Han who… eats your pussy for so long that his jaw starts hurting, but he doesn’t stop — sucking your swollen clit, fucking you with his tongue, and moaning into you like he’s addicted, making you cum until your legs won’t stop shaking. When he finally pulls away his face is shiny and he just smiles cutely at you.
innocent Han who… gets hard again just from looking at your pussy after already fucking you, so he pushes your legs back and rubs his cock against your wet folds for ages, teasing your clit before sliding back inside and breeding you again. Afterwards he collapses on your chest and nuzzles you sweetly.
innocent Han who… fingers you under the blanket while the members are in the same room, pumping his fingers deep into your dripping pussy and rubbing your clit with his thumb until you have to bite your hand to stay quiet. When you cum he pulls his hand out, licks it clean, and goes back to playing on his phone innocently.
innocent Han who… becomes a total pervert for your pussy, spreading you open with his fingers to stare at it for minutes, spitting on your clit and rubbing it messily before diving in to devour you again, obsessed with how wet and tight you get for him. Later he acts all shy and soft, hiding his face in your neck.
innocent Han who… fucks your pussy in short desperate bursts all day long — quickies where he pounds you hard, fills you with cum, then goes back to whatever he was doing, only to come back thirty minutes later because he’s already addicted and needs to feel you again. Each time he returns with that same bright, innocent smile.
innocent Han who… shares your pussy with Minho but stays completely fixated on it, holding your legs wide while Minho fucks you so Han can watch closely, then immediately diving in to eat Minho’s cum out of you because he can’t get enough. Afterwards both of them cuddle you like nothing filthy happened.
Okay, okay... I think I might be obsessed with Minsung at this point 😭 I want to be part of that ship
—the room is quiet… but not peaceful. it’s the kind of silence that feels heavy, like the air already knows what’s about to happen.
𝓟airing::skz x reader
𝓖enre::smut, tension, romance,pure PWP
𝓦arnings::Creampie, dominant energy,unprotected sex,overstimulation,multiple orgasms,edging e begging,dom/Sub,riding kink humiliation kink,noona kinkbreast sucking,choking,hair pulling, slapping,light degradation + heavy praise,brat taming
𝓐/n ::I’m only writing fics in this aesthetic from now on because I loved it 🤍
𝓦ords ::10k
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𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧
The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the bedroom walls, painting everything in warm amber and deep black. Bang Chan sat against the headboard, shirtless, his broad shoulders tense with the kind of restraint only he could maintain for so long. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, the faint outline of his hardening cock already visible beneath the fabric. He watched you with dark, focused eyes — the responsible leader, the one who always stayed in control.
“You sure about this, baby?” he asked, voice low and rough, like gravel wrapped in velvet. His hands rested on your thighs as you straddled him, but he wasn’t gripping hard. Not yet. “We can go slow. I don’t want to rush you.”
You smiled down at him, fingers tracing the defined lines of his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath your palm. He was trying so hard to be careful, to set the pace, to make sure everything stayed safe and measured. That was Chan — always observing, always calculating, always the one in charge.
But tonight, you wanted something different.
You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his ear. “I don’t want slow, Chan. I want you.”
Before he could respond, you reached between your bodies and freed his cock from his sweatpants. He was already rock hard, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with precum. A sharp inhale escaped him as your fingers wrapped around his length, stroking slowly from base to tip.
“Fuck…” he breathed, jaw clenching. His hands flexed on your thighs, fighting the urge to take over. “You’re going to kill me like this.”
You positioned yourself over him, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against your slick folds. You were soaked — dripping with need after teasing him for the past twenty minutes. Chan’s eyes darkened as he watched the way your wetness coated him, his breathing growing heavier.
“Baby, wait — condom—” he started, always the responsible one.
You shook your head, sinking down just enough for the tip to stretch your entrance. “I’m on the pill. I want to feel all of you.”
A deep groan tore from his throat as you lowered yourself further, taking him inch by inch. The stretch was delicious, filling you completely until your ass met his thighs. Chan’s head fell back against the headboard, eyes squeezed shut, veins standing out on his neck from the sheer effort of staying still.
“Shit… you’re so tight,” he rasped, voice strained. “So fucking wet for me.”
You stayed there for a moment, letting yourself adjust to his size, feeling every thick vein and ridge inside you. Then you began to move.
Slow at first — rolling your hips in deliberate circles, grinding down so your clit rubbed against his pelvis with every motion. Chan’s hands slid up to your waist, gripping firmly, but he let you set the pace. His eyes were locked on where your bodies joined, watching his cock disappear inside your pussy again and again.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and encouraging, still trying to maintain control. “Take what you need, love. I’ve got you.”
But you wanted more.
You planted your hands on his chest for leverage and started riding him harder. Faster. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with your moans and his ragged breathing. Your tits bounced with every downward thrust, and Chan’s gaze burned as he watched them, one hand moving up to cup and squeeze one breast, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.
“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned. “So beautiful riding my cock like this.”
You leaned forward, changing the angle so he hit that perfect spot deep inside you. A sharp cry escaped your lips as pleasure shot through your body. Chan’s hips twitched upward instinctively, driving himself deeper, but he caught himself, forcing his body to stay still.
“Don’t hold back,” you whispered against his mouth before kissing him hard. “I want all of you.”
That seemed to crack something in him.
His grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks. His kisses grew hungry, tongue sliding against yours as you kept riding him, faster now, your pussy clenching around his thick length with every bounce.
“God, you feel incredible,” he growled between kisses, voice dropping even lower. “So wet… so warm… squeezing me so fucking tight.”
You sat up straighter, hands braced on his shoulders, and began bouncing properly — long, deep strokes that made his cock slam into you repeatedly. The wet, obscene sounds of your pussy taking him echoed loudly. Chan’s abs flexed beneath you, his breathing turning into heavy pants.
He was losing control. You could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way sweat beaded on his forehead, the way his hips started meeting yours halfway despite his efforts to stay still.
“Baby… slow down,” he tried, even as his voice cracked. “I’m supposed to— fuck — I’m supposed to take care of you.”
You smiled down at him, grinding down hard and rolling your hips in tight circles. “Then take care of me by letting me fuck you until you can’t think straight.”
A broken moan left his lips. His head fell back again, exposing the strong column of his throat. You leaned down and sucked on his neck, biting gently, and that was it.
Chan’s control finally shattered.
With a deep, guttural growl, his hands grabbed your ass hard, fingers spreading your cheeks as he started thrusting up into you with raw power. The bed creaked violently under the force. He fucked you from below like a man starved, hips snapping up to meet every downward bounce you made.
“Fuck… fuck, you win,” he panted, voice wrecked. “Ride me. Use me. Take everything.”
You moaned loudly, the new intensity making your walls flutter around him. His cock was so deep, hitting places that made stars explode behind your eyes. You kept riding him through it, thighs burning, but the pleasure was too good to stop.
Chan’s eyes were half-lidded, dark with lust, watching you with something close to reverence and desperation. One of his hands moved between your bodies, thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight, fast circles.
“Come on, baby,” he urged, voice rough. “Cum on my cock. Let me feel you.”
The combination of his thumb on your clit and his thick cock stretching you pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm hit hard, pussy clenching rhythmically around him as you cried out his name. Waves of pleasure crashed through you, making your whole body shake.
But you didn’t stop riding him.
Even as your orgasm faded, you kept moving, slower now but deep, savoring the way he throbbed inside your sensitive walls. Chan groaned, his own pleasure building rapidly.
“You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that,” he warned, breath hot against your collarbone.
“Good,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss him messily. “I want you to cum inside me. Fill me up, Chan.”
His eyes rolled back for a second, a broken moan escaping him. “Fuck… you’re going to ruin me.”
You picked up speed again, riding him with everything you had left. Your ass slapped against his thighs repeatedly, your pussy creamy and dripping down his cock and balls. Chan’s fingers dug into your hips hard enough to bruise as he helped guide you, meeting every bounce with powerful thrusts.
“I’m close,” he gasped, voice strained. “So fucking close, baby.”
You clenched around him deliberately, rolling your hips in that way you knew drove him crazy. “Then cum for me. Let go.”
With a deep, guttural groan that sounded almost pained, Chan came hard. His cock pulsed inside you, thick ropes of cum spilling deep into your pussy. He kept thrusting through it, hips stuttering, filling you until you could feel it leaking out around his length.
Even after he finished, he didn’t let you go. His arms wrapped around your back, pulling you flush against his chest as both of you panted heavily. His cock was still buried deep inside you, twitching with aftershocks.
“You’re dangerous,” he murmured against your hair, voice hoarse. “I was supposed to stay in control… supposed to take care of you.”
You lifted your head, smiling softly as you brushed damp hair from his forehead. “You did take care of me. But sometimes I like taking care of you too.”
Chan let out a tired, breathless chuckle, dimples appearing despite how wrecked he looked. His hands stroked up and down your back tenderly, even as his cock remained inside you, softening slowly.
“Give me ten minutes,” he said, kissing your temple. “Then we’re doing that again. But this time, I’m not holding back at all.”
You laughed softly, nuzzling into his neck, feeling his cum slowly drip out of you. The responsible, controlled Bang Chan had finally cracked — and you couldn’t wait to break him again and again until both of you were completely exhausted, spent, and utterly satisfied.
The night was far from over.
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𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨
The room was dark except for the faint city lights filtering through the half-closed curtains. Minho sat against the headboard, completely naked, his lean, toned body relaxed but his eyes sharp and dangerous. His cock was already hard, thick and flushed, resting against his lower stomach as he watched you with that signature smirk — half amusement, half hunger.
You straddled his thighs, heart racing. He had been teasing you for the past hour, edging you with his fingers and tongue until you were dripping and desperate. Now he wanted you to ride him… but on his terms.
“Get on it,” he ordered, voice low and calm, almost bored. One hand lazily stroked his cock, spreading the precum over the swollen head. “You wanted to be on top so bad. So show me what you can do.”
You positioned yourself over him, rubbing your soaked pussy along his length before slowly sinking down. The stretch was intense — Minho was thick, and the way he filled you made your mouth fall open in a silent moan. Inch by inch, you took him until your ass met his thighs, your walls fluttering around his cock.
Minho let out a quiet hum of approval, but his hands stayed at his sides for now. “Good girl. Now move.”
You started rolling your hips, finding a rhythm. Slow and deep at first, savoring the way his cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. Minho’s eyes never left your face, watching every expression, every gasp.
“Faster,” he commanded.
You obeyed, bouncing on his cock with more force. The wet sounds of your pussy taking him filled the room — obscene and loud. Your tits bounced with every movement, and Minho’s gaze dropped to them, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Riding my cock like a needy little slut. Does it feel good, baby?”
“Yes— fuck, yes,” you moaned, hands braced on his chest as you rode him harder.
Minho suddenly sat up straighter, one hand gripping your waist tightly while the other tangled in your hair. He yanked your head back sharply, exposing your throat. The sting made you clench around him.
“Don’t you dare slow down,” he growled against your neck before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re going to fuck yourself on my cock until your legs give out. Understand?”
You whimpered, nodding as best as you could with his fingers twisted in your hair. He released your hair only to slap your ass hard, the sharp sound echoing. The burn spread across your skin, making you jolt and sink deeper onto him.
“Answer me properly,” he demanded, slapping your ass again, harder this time.
“Yes— I’ll keep riding you,” you gasped.
“That’s my good little whore.”
He leaned back again, but his control never wavered. Every time your pace slowed even slightly, his hand came down on your ass — firm, stinging slaps that made you cry out and move faster. Your thighs were already burning, but the mixture of pain and pleasure kept you going.
Minho’s hands roamed your body possessively. He pinched your nipples, twisted them, then soothed them with his palms. His cock throbbed inside you, thick and hot, stretching you open with every bounce.
“Fuck, you’re dripping all over me,” he groaned, voice rougher now. “Such a messy pussy. Keep going. I want to feel you get tired.”
You were getting closer, the angle hitting your g-spot perfectly with every downward thrust. Your moans grew louder, more desperate. Minho noticed.
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he warned, grabbing your hair again and pulling your face close to his. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “You cum when I say so. Keep fucking riding.”
Tears of overstimulation pricked your eyes as you forced yourself to keep bouncing. Your legs trembled, muscles screaming, but Minho’s grip on your hips kept you moving. He started thrusting up to meet you, driving his cock even deeper, making you see stars.
“Minho— please—” you begged, voice breaking.
“Please what?” He slapped your ass again, then gripped both cheeks, spreading them as you rode him. “Please let you cum? Or please fuck you harder like the desperate slut you are?”
“Both— fuck, please—”
He chuckled darkly, the sound low and dangerous. Without warning, he yanked your hair back again, harder this time, forcing you to arch your back as you kept bouncing on his cock.
“You’re getting tired already, aren’t you?” he taunted, watching your face. “Legs shaking. Pussy clenching so fucking tight. But you’re not stopping. Not until I’m done with you.”
Your thighs burned. Sweat slid down your back. Every bounce sent jolts of overwhelming pleasure through you, but exhaustion was setting in. Still, Minho refused to let you slow down. He slapped your ass repeatedly — left, right, left again — each strike pushing you back into a faster rhythm.
“Faster,” he growled. “Ride me like you mean it.”
You sobbed in pleasure, pushing through the fatigue, slamming yourself down on his cock over and over. The wet, filthy sound of your pussy swallowing him was constant now. Minho’s breathing grew heavier, but he still looked in complete control, eyes locked on where your bodies connected.
“Look at that,” he murmured, almost reverently. “My cock disappearing inside your greedy little cunt. So fucking pretty.”
He reached between your bodies and rubbed your swollen clit with two fingers, fast and precise. Your vision blurred.
“Minho— I can’t— I’m gonna—”
“Cum,” he finally allowed, voice rough. “Cum all over my cock like a good girl.”
Your orgasm crashed into you violently. You cried out, body shaking as your pussy spasmed hard around his thick length. Minho groaned, feeling you squeeze him, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting up into you, prolonging your orgasm until you were shaking uncontrollably.
But he still wasn’t done.
Even as you came down, legs trembling violently, he gripped your hips and forced you to keep moving.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” he hissed, pulling your hair again. “You’re going to keep riding until I cum. Understand?”
You nodded weakly, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming intensity. Your body was exhausted, thighs screaming, but Minho’s dominance kept you going. He slapped your ass again, harder, the sting cutting through the haze.
“Faster. Milk my cock.”
You pushed through, bouncing on him with everything you had left. Minho’s control finally started slipping — his hips snapping up more desperately, low grunts escaping his lips.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned. “Such a good little fucktoy. Taking my cock so well even when you’re tired.”
Your second orgasm built quickly, faster than you expected. Minho could feel it.
“Again,” he ordered. “Cum again. Now.”
You shattered around him a second time, sobbing his name. The feeling of your pussy pulsing around him finally pushed Minho over the edge.
With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your pussy, filling you until it leaked out around his cock. He kept thrusting through it, hips stuttering, making sure every drop stayed deep inside you.
For a moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the wet drip of his cum leaking from your used pussy.
Minho finally released your hair, his hand moving to stroke your back almost gently. But his voice was still dark when he spoke against your ear.
“You did so well, baby. Riding me until you couldn’t anymore… Such a perfect little slut for me.”
He pulled you down against his chest, still buried inside you, his arms wrapping around your exhausted body. His lips brushed your temple.
“Next time,” he whispered, voice low and promising, “I won’t let you stop even after I cum.”
You shivered in his arms, completely spent, thighs still trembling around him.
Minho smiled against your skin — that dangerous, beautiful smile.
And you knew he meant every word.
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧
Changbin’s back was pressed against the headboard, muscular arms gripping the sheets tightly as sweat rolled down his chest. His breath came out in short, desperate pants. You had been riding him for what felt like forever — at least twenty-five minutes straight — bouncing, grinding, and using his thick cock like it was nothing more than your personal toy.
And he was losing his mind.
“Fuck— baby… please…” he whimpered, voice hoarse and broken. His usually deep, powerful voice had turned into soft, needy whines. His cock was so sensitive now, throbbing painfully inside your tight, soaked pussy after being ridden without mercy for so long.
You didn’t stop.
Instead, you planted your hands firmly on his broad chest, using his strong body for leverage as you lifted your hips and slammed back down again, taking every inch of him in one smooth motion. The wet, filthy sound of your pussy swallowing his cock echoed loudly in the room.
“Mmm… you feel so good, Binnie,” you moaned, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. “Your cock is so thick… perfect for me to use.”
Changbin’s head fell back against the headboard with a thud, a broken moan escaping his lips. His muscular thighs trembled beneath you. “It’s too much… I’m so fucking sensitive— ahh!” His voice cracked as you ground down hard, rolling your hips in tight circles so his swollen tip rubbed against that perfect spot deep inside you.
You didn’t care.
You were chasing your own pleasure, using him shamelessly. Your juices coated his cock, his balls, and even dripped down onto the sheets. Every time you sank down, more of your cream painted his skin.
“Shit— baby, slow down a little,” he begged, voice turning into a needy whimper. His hands moved to your hips, not to stop you, but just to hold on. “My cock… it’s so sensitive now. You’ve been riding me for so long…”
You leaned forward, biting his bottom lip before pulling back with a smirk. “But you love it, don’t you? You love being my toy.”
Changbin’s cheeks flushed deep red. He nodded frantically, eyes glassy with overwhelming pleasure. “Yes— fuck, yes I do. Use me… use my cock however you want. It’s yours.”
Satisfied with his answer, you sat up straighter and started bouncing harder. Your ass slapped loudly against his muscular thighs with every drop. The wet squelching sounds were obscene. Changbin’s thick cock stretched you so perfectly, veins dragging against your walls with every movement.
He was a mess underneath you.
His abs clenched and unclenched rapidly. Sweat made his skin glow under the low lights. His nipples were hard, chest heaving as he tried to breathe through the overstimulation. Every time you slammed down, a high-pitched whine left his throat.
“Fuck— I’m so sensitive… it hurts but it feels so good,” he sobbed, eyes squeezing shut. “Please don’t stop… don’t stop using me.”
You reached back and grabbed his balls gently, massaging them while you kept riding him relentlessly. Changbin’s whole body jerked, a loud moan tearing from his chest.
“Ahh— baby! That’s— fuck, that’s too much!” His voice cracked again, turning into desperate little whimpers. “I’m gonna cum again if you keep doing that…”
“You already came twice, Binnie,” you purred, not slowing down even a bit. “And you’re still so hard for me. Such a good toy.”
You sped up, riding him with pure selfishness. Your tits bounced wildly in front of his face. Changbin’s eyes were locked on them, tongue hanging out slightly as he panted like a dog in heat. He wanted to touch them so badly, but you had told him to keep his hands on the sheets — and he obeyed like an obedient puppy.
“God… you’re so deep,” you moaned, grinding down especially hard so his cock pressed against your cervix. “I could ride you for hours.”
Changbin let out a pitiful whine, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming sensitivity. His cock was aching, raw, and incredibly sensitive, but he couldn’t get enough of you using him like this.
“Please… kiss me,” he begged softly, voice trembling. “I need you closer.”
You leaned down, pressing your chest against his as you kept bouncing on his cock. Your lips met his in a messy, desperate kiss. He moaned into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours sloppily as you fucked yourself on him. The new angle made his cock hit even deeper, and you both groaned at the same time.
“You’re getting louder, Binnie,” you teased against his lips. “Are you gonna cum again?”
He nodded frantically, hips twitching upward weakly, trying to meet your movements even though he was exhausted. “I think so… you’re squeezing me so tight— fuck, I can’t hold it.”
You sat back up and started riding him with renewed intensity, hands planted on his shoulders for balance. Your pussy clenched around him deliberately on every downstroke, milking his oversensitive cock.
Changbin’s head thrashed against the pillow. “Baby— baby, slow down! I’m too sensitive— ahh, shit— I’m cumming!”
His third orgasm hit him hard. His cock pulsed violently inside you as he spilled again, thick ropes of cum flooding your already soaked pussy. His whole body shook, muscles straining as he moaned loudly, almost sobbing from the intensity.
But you still didn’t stop.
Even as he was cumming, you kept bouncing on his cock, chasing your own high. The overstimulation made Changbin’s eyes roll back, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure and pain.
“Too much— too much— please, I can’t—” he whimpered, tears slipping down his cheeks now. His cock was twitching wildly, still hard despite how sensitive it was. Every movement of your pussy felt like electricity shooting through his body.
You moaned loudly, feeling another orgasm building fast. “Just a little more, baby. Let me use you until I cum.”
Changbin nodded weakly, completely submissive. “Yes… use me. I’m your toy… only yours.”
You rode him through his orgasm and beyond, the mix of his cum and your juices making everything even wetter and sloppier. The sounds were absolutely filthy. You reached down and rubbed your clit fast, using his cock to push yourself over the edge.
When your orgasm finally hit, it was powerful. Your walls clenched hard around his oversensitive length, milking him as you cried out. Your body shook on top of him, thighs trembling violently from how long you had been riding.
Changbin whimpered underneath you, feeling your pussy flutter and squeeze him. “So tight… you’re squeezing me so good— fuck…”
You kept moving slowly through your orgasm, grinding down on him until the pleasure became too much for both of you. Finally, you collapsed forward onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat.
Changbin’s arms wrapped around you immediately, holding you close even though his cock was still buried deep inside you, twitching with aftershocks. He was a complete mess — flushed cheeks, teary eyes, and soft little whimpers still leaving his lips every few seconds.
“You’re going to kill me one day,” he whispered hoarsely, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. “Using me like that… fuck, I love it so much.”
You smiled against his neck, gently clenching around his sensitive cock just to hear him whine again. He did — a soft, broken sound that made you giggle.
“Too sensitive?” you asked teasingly.
He nodded, hiding his face in your hair. “Yes… but don’t pull off yet. I want to stay inside you a little longer.”
You stayed like that for a long time — your body resting on top of his strong frame, his cock still buried deep, slowly softening inside your cum-filled pussy. Changbin kept stroking your back with shaky hands, whispering how much he loved being used by you.
Even completely exhausted and overstimulated, he was already thinking about the next time you would ride him until he couldn’t think straight.
Because for Changbin, there was nothing hotter than being your personal toy.
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𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧
The bedroom was bathed in soft, golden light from the bedside lamps. Hyunjin lay sprawled elegantly across the silk sheets like a Renaissance painting brought to life — long limbs relaxed, dark hair fanned out across the pillow, lips slightly parted. His lean, toned body was completely bare, skin glowing under the warm lighting. His cock rested hard and flushed against his lower stomach, already leaking precum just from watching you.
He looked utterly relaxed. Almost lazy.
A spoiled, beautiful pillow princess who had no intention of doing any work tonight.
You climbed onto the bed and straddled his narrow waist. Hyunjin’s eyes sparkled with mischief and lust as he looked up at you, a slow, dreamy smile spreading across his face.
“Are you going to take care of me tonight, angel?” he asked, voice low and smooth like velvet. He didn’t move to touch you. He simply rested his hands beside his head on the pillow, wrists relaxed, completely surrendering control.
You leaned down and kissed him deeply. He hummed softly into your mouth, letting you lead the kiss, his tongue lazily brushing against yours. When you pulled back, his lips were shiny and his cheeks already flushed.
“Yes,” you whispered against his jaw. “I’m going to use you until I can’t anymore.”
Hyunjin’s breath hitched, but his smile only grew. “Good. I want to watch you.”
You reached between your bodies and wrapped your fingers around his cock. He was incredibly hard, long and beautifully thick, the head glistening. You stroked him slowly, spreading his precum, and Hyunjin let out a soft, breathy moan, eyes fluttering but never closing completely. He wanted to see everything.
You positioned yourself over him and slowly sank down.
A long, pretty whimper left Hyunjin’s lips as your tight, wet heat enveloped him inch by inch. His head pressed back deeper into the pillow, exposing the elegant line of his throat.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” he breathed, voice already turning breathy. “So warm and tight around me…”
You didn’t give him time to adjust. Once he was fully buried inside you, you started moving — slow, deep rolls of your hips at first, grinding down so your clit rubbed perfectly against his pelvis. Hyunjin’s hands stayed on the pillow, fingers curling loosely into the sheets as he let you use him.
His eyes were half-lidded, dark with pleasure, watching intently as your body moved on top of him. Every bounce made your breasts sway, and his gaze stayed locked there, mesmerized.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured dreamily. “Riding me… using my cock like it’s your favorite toy. Keep going, baby. Don’t stop.”
You planted your hands on his chest for balance and began bouncing properly. The wet, slick sounds of your pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the room. Hyunjin’s mouth fell open in a silent moan, his long lashes fluttering every time you slammed down.
He looked ethereal — flushed cheeks, swollen lips, hair messy against the white pillow. A spoiled prince completely lost in pleasure.
“Harder,” he whined softly, hips twitching just slightly underneath you, but never really thrusting up. He wanted you to do everything. “I want to feel you take me deeper.”
You obeyed, riding him faster, your ass slapping against his thighs with every drop. Sweat started to glisten on your skin. Hyunjin’s cock throbbed inside you, hitting all the right spots as you angled your hips just right.
“Oh my god…” he moaned beautifully, the sound high and melodic. “You’re going to ruin me like this. My cock is so deep inside you… I can feel everything.”
You leaned forward, changing the angle, and Hyunjin’s eyes rolled back for a moment. A broken, pretty whimper escaped him as you rode him harder, your pussy clenching around his length with every stroke.
His hands finally moved — not to control you, but to rest gently on your thighs, fingers stroking your skin tenderly.
“You’re so wet,” he gasped, voice trembling with pleasure. “I can hear how soaked you are. You love using me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you moaned, bouncing faster. “I love your cock, Hyunjin. It’s mine tonight.”
A shudder ran through his body at your words. His head pressed deeper into the pillow, lips parted as soft, needy sounds kept spilling out of him. He looked completely blissed out — the picture of a pampered pillow princess who was more than happy to just lie there and be used for your pleasure.
You sat up straighter again, hands on his abs, and started riding him with pure selfishness. Long, powerful strokes that made his cock disappear completely inside your dripping pussy every time. The wet squelching sounds grew louder. Your juices were dripping down his balls and onto the sheets.
Hyunjin’s breathing was ragged now, but his eyes stayed on you, drinking in every detail — the way your tits bounced, the way your face twisted in pleasure, the way your pussy stretched around him.
“Faster, angel… please,” he begged sweetly, voice cracking. “Use me more. I want to feel you get tired on my cock.”
Your thighs were already burning, but the pleasure was too good. You kept riding him relentlessly, slamming down hard, grinding in circles, then bouncing again. Hyunjin’s moans grew louder, more desperate, but he never once tried to take control. He simply lay there, letting you fuck yourself on him like he was nothing but a beautiful, breathing dildo for your satisfaction.
“Fuck— I’m so close already,” he whined, fingers tightening slightly on your thighs. “You’re going to make me cum just by using me like this…”
You reached down and rubbed your clit while continuing to ride him, chasing your own orgasm. Hyunjin watched with hooded eyes, lips trembling.
“You look so pretty when you’re about to cum,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Keep going. Take what you need from me.”
Your orgasm hit you hard. You cried out, body shaking as your pussy clenched violently around his cock. Hyunjin moaned loudly at the feeling, his own hips twitching helplessly beneath you as you kept riding him through your climax, prolonging your pleasure.
Even after you came, you didn’t stop.
Your legs were exhausted, trembling violently, but you kept bouncing on his sensitive cock. Hyunjin’s eyes widened, a high-pitched, broken moan tearing from his throat.
“Baby— oh fuck, I’m so sensitive now…” he whimpered, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. “You’re still riding me… you’re going to kill me.”
But he made no move to stop you. If anything, his cock twitched harder inside you, clearly loving every second of being used.
You leaned down, pressing your chest against his as you kept moving your hips. Your lips brushed his ear.
“I’m not done with you yet, princess.”
Hyunjin let out a shaky, delighted laugh that turned into a moan as you clenched around him. His hands finally moved up to gently hold your waist, but only to feel you — not to guide.
“Yes… keep using me,” he breathed, voice completely fucked out. “I’m your pretty toy tonight. Ride me until you can’t move anymore.”
You sat back up and kept going, slower now but deep, grinding hard on every downstroke. Hyunjin’s head was thrown back, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, soft whimpers and pretty moans continuously falling from his lips. His cock was throbbing, oversensitive, but he was clearly in heaven.
Every time you slammed down, his body jolted beautifully beneath you. His abs flexed, chest heaving, nipples hard. He looked like the most exquisite work of art — flushed, ruined, and completely surrendered to your pleasure.
You rode him for what felt like ages, chasing a second orgasm while Hyunjin fell apart underneath you. His whimpers turned into desperate, high-pitched cries as overstimulation took over.
“Baby… I’m so close again,” he sobbed softly. “Please don’t stop. I want to cum while you’re using me.”
You rode him harder, ignoring the burning in your thighs. When your second orgasm crashed over you, Hyunjin followed right after, moaning your name like a prayer as thick ropes of cum spilled deep inside you. His body shook elegantly beneath you, hands finally gripping your hips tightly as he came.
Even then, you kept moving slowly, milking every last drop from his sensitive cock until both of you were completely spent.
You finally collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily. Hyunjin’s arms wrapped around you lazily, holding you close while his cock softened inside you. He pressed soft, tired kisses to your forehead, a blissful smile on his flushed face.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered dreamily. “I love being your pillow princess… I could let you use me like that forever.”
He nuzzled into your neck, clearly satisfied and glowing with pleasure.
“Next time,” he murmured sleepily, voice soft and content, “I want you to ride me even longer.”
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𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱
The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and wet skin slapping together. Felix lay on his back, golden hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, his freckled cheeks flushed a deep pink. His eyes were glassy, half-lidded with overwhelming pleasure and desperation as you rode him relentlessly.
He was a complete mess underneath you.
“Baby… please…” Felix whimpered, his voice high and broken. His hands clutched desperately at your waist, fingers digging into your skin like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. Every time you sank down on his cock, he let out a needy, shaky moan, hips twitching up instinctively.
You had been riding him for nearly thirty minutes straight, switching between fast bounces and slow, torturous grinds. His cock was rock hard inside you, throbbing and oversensitive, but you still hadn’t let him cum.
Felix looked so fucking cute like this — desperate, teary-eyed, clinging to you like you were his lifeline.
“Fuck— you feel so good,” he gasped, voice cracking. His arms wrapped tightly around your back, pulling your chest flush against his. He buried his face in your neck, lips brushing your skin as he panted hotly. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore. Please let me cum. Just once… I’ll be so good for you.”
You slowed your movements, grinding down deep and rolling your hips in circles, feeling every inch of his thick cock stretching you. Felix let out a broken sob, his fingers trembling against your back as he held you even tighter.
“Angel… my angel,” he whined, voice muffled against your neck. “You’re so wet and warm… I’m losing my mind. Please, I need to cum inside you. I’ve been so patient.”
His cock twitched violently inside your pussy, and you knew he was right on the edge again. You kept moving slowly, teasing him, enjoying the way his body shook underneath you.
Felix’s grip became almost frantic. He clung to you like a lifeline, arms locked around your waist, legs tangled with yours. His hips bucked up desperately, trying to fuck you from below, but you stayed in control, keeping the pace torturously slow.
“Baby, please…” he begged again, voice cracking with emotion. Tears were gathering at the corners of his beautiful eyes. “I’ve been holding it for so long. My cock hurts… it’s so sensitive. Just let me fill you up. I’ll do anything.”
You leaned back slightly, placing your hands on his chest as you started bouncing again — harder this time. Felix’s head fell back against the pillow, a loud, desperate moan tearing from his throat. His hands slid down to grip your ass, squeezing hard as he tried to pull you down even deeper.
“Oh my god— yes, just like that,” he cried out, eyes rolling back. “You’re going to make me cum… please don’t stop. I’m so close— so fucking close.”
His freckled chest heaved with every breath. Sweat glistened on his skin. His cock was impossibly hard inside you, pulsing with the need to release. But every time he got too close, you slowed down again, edging him cruelly.
Felix let out a frustrated, needy sob.
“Why are you being so mean to me?” he whimpered, looking up at you with those big, watery eyes. His bottom lip trembled. “I’ve been such a good boy… riding you for so long. Please let me cum. I’ll be quick, I promise. I just need to fill your pretty pussy… please, please, please.”
He looked so adorable begging like this — cheeks red, eyes glossy, voice all high and desperate. You couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss him. Felix kissed you back like a man starved, tongue sliding messily against yours as he moaned into your mouth. His arms wrapped around you even tighter, pulling you impossibly closer while you kept riding him.
When you pulled back for air, he was panting, almost crying.
“I’m begging you,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Let me cum inside you. I need it so bad. I feel like I’m going to explode.”
You smiled down at him and started riding him faster, bouncing hard on his cock. The wet, filthy sounds of your soaked pussy taking him filled the entire room. Felix’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure.
“Yes— yes— fuck, thank you!” he cried out, voice breaking beautifully. His hands gripped your waist so tightly it would probably bruise. “Don’t stop— I’m gonna cum— I’m really gonna cum this time—”
His whole body started trembling underneath you. His cock swelled even more inside your tight walls, throbbing wildly.
“Please— please let me,” he sobbed, tears slipping down his cheeks now. “I’ve been so good… I held it for you… please let your good boy cum.”
You leaned down, lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “Cum for me, Lix.”
That was all it took.
Felix let out a loud, broken cry as his orgasm finally crashed over him. His back arched off the bed, hips stuttering up wildly as he came hard inside you. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your pussy, filling you so much it started leaking out around his cock with every thrust.
He clung to you desperately the entire time, arms locked around your body, face buried in your neck as he moaned and whimpered through his intense orgasm.
“So much… I’m cumming so much,” he sobbed against your skin, body shaking uncontrollably. “Thank you— thank you— fuck, it feels so good…”
Even after his orgasm started to fade, he kept holding onto you tightly, hips still twitching as he pumped the last few weak spurts of cum deep inside you. His breathing was ragged, body limp and exhausted beneath you.
You kept moving slowly, gently riding him through the aftershocks. Felix whimpered softly, oversensitive but refusing to let you go.
“Stay… don’t pull off yet,” he begged quietly, voice hoarse and small. “I want to stay inside you. Please… just a little longer.”
You smiled and leaned down to kiss his sweaty forehead, his cheeks, his trembling lips. Felix kissed you back weakly, still clinging to you like you might disappear.
“You’re so cute when you beg,” you whispered, gently brushing his damp hair away from his forehead.
Felix blushed even deeper, hiding his face in your neck again with a shy, embarrassed whimper.
“I can’t help it…” he mumbled against your skin. “When you ride me like that… I lose my mind. You feel too good. I get so desperate.”
He tightened his arms around you, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone.
“Can I… can I cum again later?” he asked softly, voice hopeful and still a little shaky. “Even if it’s just once more… I want to fill you up again.”
You laughed softly and rolled your hips once, making him gasp.
“We’ll see, baby. But for now… you’re going to keep staying inside me while I use you a little more.”
Felix let out a needy, happy whine, nodding eagerly as he clung to you even tighter.
“Yes… use me as long as you want,” he whispered, voice full of love and desperation. “I’m yours.”
He stayed wrapped around you like that — arms locked tight, cock still buried deep inside your cum-filled pussy, breathing softly against your neck as you continued to move slowly on top of him.
Completely desperate.
Completely clingy.
And completely in love with being used by you.
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𝐇𝐚𝐧
Jisung was trembling beneath you.
His whole body shook — thighs, arms, even his lips — as you continued to ride him slowly, deeply, using his cock like it existed solely for your pleasure. Sweat covered his forehead, his dark hair sticking to it in messy strands. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, eyes glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure and desperation.
“P-please…” he whimpered, voice high and broken. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore, but don’t stop— fuck, please don’t stop.”
You had already made him cum twice. Thick loads of his cum were leaking out of your pussy every time you lifted your hips, making the slide even wetter and filthier. Yet Han still looked at you like he would die if you pulled off him.
You smiled down at him, rolling your hips in a slow, torturous circle.
“Look at you,” you cooed softly. “Such a desperate little slut. How many times have you cum already, Hannie?”
He whined loudly at your words, hips twitching up helplessly. “T-two… I came twice… but I need more. Please, I need to stay inside you. Your pussy feels too good— it’s so warm and tight and wet, I don’t want to leave…”
You laughed softly, and that was his undoing.
The moment the soft laugh left your lips, Jisung’s entire face burned redder. He squeezed his eyes shut in pure embarrassment, one arm coming up to cover his face.
“Don’t laugh at me…” he mumbled, voice muffled and shy. “I know I sound pathetic… but I can’t help it. You feel so fucking good I could live in your pussy.”
You laughed again, louder this time, deliberately clenching around his sensitive cock as you kept riding him. Han let out a broken moan, his body jerking underneath you.
“Stop— ahh— don’t laugh,” he begged, peeking at you from behind his arm, eyes watery. “It’s embarrassing… I sound so needy.”
“But you are needy, baby,” you teased, leaning forward so your breasts hung right above his face. “You’re my desperate, trembling boy who can’t stop cumming but still wants more.”
The sight of your tits so close made him lose it.
With a needy whine, Han surged upward, latching his mouth onto one of your breasts. He sucked hard, tongue swirling around your nipple desperately, moaning loudly against your skin as you kept bouncing on his cock. His hands grabbed your waist tightly, fingers digging in as if afraid you’d disappear.
“Mmmph— fuck,” he moaned around your nipple, sucking sloppily, switching between licking and gentle bites. “Your tits are so perfect… I love sucking them while you ride me.”
You threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling his face harder against your chest. Han whimpered happily, sucking even more eagerly, spit dripping down your breast as he lost himself in the feeling.
“You’re such a messy boy,” you murmured, grinding down deep. “Sucking on my tits like you’ll die without them.”
He nodded frantically, refusing to let go of your nipple. His cock throbbed violently inside you, still hard despite cumming twice already. The overstimulation made him shake even harder, thighs quivering beneath you.
You started bouncing faster, the wet sounds of your cum-filled pussy filling the room. Han pulled off your breast with a wet pop, gasping for air, only to immediately latch onto the other one, sucking desperately.
“Gonna cum again—” he sobbed against your skin, voice muffled. “Please let me cum inside you one more time. I just want to stay buried in your pussy… it’s so good, so warm, I never want to leave—”
You clenched around him deliberately and laughed again.
Han whimpered in embarrassment, hiding his face between your breasts, still sucking greedily. “Don’t laugh… I know I’m pathetic. I’ve cum so many times but I still want more… I’m such a greedy boy for your pussy.”
“You are,” you agreed, riding him harder. “But you’re my greedy boy.”
That seemed to break him completely.
Han started crying softly — pretty tears slipping down his flushed cheeks as he clung to you, mouth still latched onto your breast. His hips bucked up weakly, trying to meet your movements even though he was exhausted.
“I’m so sensitive…” he cried, voice shaking. “My cock hurts but it feels too good. Please don’t stop riding me. I want to cum again. Please, please let me fill you up one more time.”
You rode him mercilessly, ass slapping against his thighs with every bounce. Han was a complete wreck — trembling, moaning, sucking desperately on your tits while tears rolled down his face. Every time you slammed down, a fresh wave of overstimulation made him sob around your nipple.
“You’re going to make me cum again,” he whimpered, switching to the other breast and sucking even harder, tongue flicking rapidly. “I can feel it building… please don’t edge me this time. I need it. I need to cum inside you.”
You leaned down, lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “Then cum for me, Hannie. Fill me up like the desperate slut you are.”
That pushed him over the edge.
Han let out a loud, broken cry, his entire body seizing up as his third orgasm hit him like a freight train. His cock pulsed violently inside you, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into your already overflowing pussy. He clung to you desperately, arms wrapped tightly around your back, face buried between your breasts as he shook and sobbed through the intense pleasure.
“So much… I’m cumming so much again,” he whimpered, voice wrecked. “Your pussy is milking me so good— fuck, I love it. I love being inside you.”
Even after his orgasm faded, he refused to let you stop. His hands gripped your waist, weakly encouraging you to keep moving.
“Don’t pull off… please,” he begged softly, still trembling. “I want to stay inside you forever. Even if I can’t cum anymore… just let me feel your warm pussy around me.”
You smiled and kept riding him slowly, grinding deep. Han whimpered at the overstimulation but didn’t protest. Instead, he went back to sucking on your breasts, gentle now, almost comforting himself with the soft flesh in his mouth.
“You’re going to kill me one day,” he mumbled sleepily against your skin, eyes half-closed in bliss. “But I don’t care. I just want to stay like this… buried in your perfect pussy while you use me.”
He looked up at you with those big, teary, adoring eyes, cheeks burning with embarrassment even as he kept sucking softly on your nipple.
“Was it… too much?” he asked shyly, voice small. “When I begged like that?”
You laughed again, and Han immediately hid his face between your breasts with a shy, embarrassed whine.
“Stop laughing at meeee,” he complained cutely, voice muffled. But you felt his cock twitch inside you, still hard, still desperate for more.
You rolled your hips slowly, making him moan.
“We’re not done yet, Hannie,” you whispered. “I want to see how many more times my desperate boy can cum for me.”
Han let out a needy, shaky whimper, clinging to you tighter as he went back to sucking on your tits, completely submissive and utterly addicted to the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.
He was yours — trembling, embarrassed, desperate, and ready to let you use him until he couldn’t take it anymore.
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𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧
Seungmin lay beneath you with that signature smug little smirk on his face, even as his chest heaved and sweat glistened on his pale skin. His hands were supposed to stay above his head, but he kept testing you — fingers twitching like he wanted to grab your hips.
“You’re really enjoying this, huh?” he muttered, trying to sound bored even though his voice was already breathy. “Using me like a toy. How pathetic.”
You raised an eyebrow and slammed down hard on his cock, making him gasp sharply.
“Pathetic?” you asked sweetly, rolling your hips in slow, torturous circles. “You’re the one who’s been moaning like a whore for the past twenty minutes, Seungmin.”
His cheeks flushed instantly, but he still tried to keep up the act.
“I’m not— ahh… fuck—” His words broke off into a pathetic, high-pitched whimper as you clenched around him. His cock twitched hard inside your soaked pussy.
You smiled darkly and started bouncing faster, your ass slapping loudly against his thighs. Seungmin’s head fell back against the pillow, but he still tried to run his mouth.
“This is boring,” he lied, biting his lip hard. “You could at least ride me properly if you’re going to use me like this—”
You cut him off by grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking his head back, forcing him to look at you while you rode him harder.
“Keep talking shit and I’ll edge you for another hour,” you warned.
Seungmin’s eyes sparkled with something mischievous and needy. He knew exactly what he was doing. The bratty attitude was all an act — a way to provoke you into punishing him exactly how he wanted.
But he couldn’t hide how much he loved it.
His next moan was pure filth — a broken, pathetic little cry that made your pussy clench around him.
“F-fuck… you’re so mean,” he whined, voice cracking beautifully. “Using my cock like this… treating me like a fucking toy—”
You slapped his thigh hard, the sound sharp in the room. Seungmin gasped, his hips jerking up involuntarily.
“Such a bratty mouth,” you growled, riding him faster. “Maybe you don’t deserve to cum.”
His eyes widened in panic, even as his cock throbbed harder inside you.
“No— wait, please,” he begged, the bratty mask slipping for a second. “I’ll be good. I swear I’ll be good—”
You laughed and slowed down deliberately, grinding torturously slow on his oversensitive cock. Seungmin let out the most pathetic whimper you’d ever heard from him — high, needy, and completely broken.
“Don’t slow down… please don’t slow down,” he cried, hips twitching desperately beneath you. “I need it faster— fuck, I’m so close again…”
“You’ve already cum twice, Seungmin,” you reminded him, still moving painfully slow. “And you’re still acting like a spoiled little brat.”
He bit his lip, trying to hold back another moan, but it slipped out anyway — a soft, embarrassing whine that made his ears turn bright red.
“I’m not… I’m not a brat,” he mumbled, clearly lying. His hands fisted the sheets above his head as he fought the urge to touch you.
You suddenly stopped moving completely, his cock buried deep inside you.
Seungmin’s eyes snapped open, wide and desperate.
“No— no, don’t stop!” he pleaded, voice cracking. “Please move… I’ll stop being mean, I swear. Just please fuck me properly—”
You tilted your head, smirking. “Say it nicely.”
Seungmin’s face burned with embarrassment, but the need won.
“Please…” he whispered, voice small and shaky. “Please use me. Ride me until I can’t think. I want it… I want you to ruin me.”
You rewarded him by slamming down hard, riding him with brutal intensity. Seungmin’s back arched off the bed, a loud, pathetic moan tearing from his throat.
“Fuck— yes— thank you— oh my god,” he sobbed, voice getting higher and more broken with every bounce. “Your pussy is so good… so fucking tight, I can’t— ahh!”
The more you rode him, the more his tough front crumbled. His moans turned truly pathetic — high-pitched, whimpering, almost sobbing sounds that made him sound completely ruined.
You leaned forward, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head as you fucked yourself on his cock.
“Look at you,” you taunted. “All that attitude and now you’re crying like a desperate slut.”
Seungmin’s eyes were glassy with tears, lips trembling as he moaned helplessly.
“I’m sorry— I’m sorry,” he whimpered, voice cracking. “I’ll be good. I’ll be your good boy— just please don’t stop. I need to cum again. Please let me cum inside you.”
You rode him harder, the wet sounds of your cum-filled pussy obscene. Seungmin had already given you two loads, and yet he was still rock hard, twitching and throbbing inside you.
His third orgasm hit him suddenly.
“Fuck— I’m cumming— I’m cumming again—” he cried out, body shaking violently beneath you. Thick ropes of cum spilled deep inside you as he sobbed through the pleasure, tears slipping down his temples.
But you didn’t stop.
You kept riding him through his orgasm, chasing your own pleasure. Seungmin’s eyes widened in overstimulation.
“Too much— too much— ahh, fuck— it’s too sensitive!” he wailed, voice completely pathetic now. His whole body trembled, thighs quivering, but he made no real attempt to push you off.
Because he loved it.
You could see it in his eyes — the way he secretly adored being used and punished like this.
“P-please… I can’t take it,” he lied again, another bratty attempt even while crying. “You’re going to break me—”
You slapped his thigh hard and kept bouncing.
“Good,” you said coldly. “Then I’ll break you.”
Seungmin let out the most broken, beautiful sob you’d ever heard, his cock twitching wildly inside your overstimulated pussy. He was a complete mess — flushed skin, tear-streaked face, desperate whimpers and pathetic little cries spilling from his lips nonstop.
Yet every time you slowed down, he would whine and beg.
“Don’t stop… please don’t stop using me,” he cried, voice hoarse. “Even if it hurts… I want it. I want you to ride me until I can’t cum anymore.”
You leaned down and bit his neck, making him moan loudly. His wrists were still pinned above his head as you used him without mercy, chasing another orgasm while he trembled and whimpered beneath you.
When your own climax finally hit, you clenched hard around him, moaning his name. Seungmin cried out at the feeling, another weak spurt of cum leaking from his oversensitive cock.
You kept moving slowly through both your orgasms, grinding deep, making him sob from the intensity.
Seungmin looked up at you with teary, adoring eyes, completely ruined and yet still so needy.
“More…” he whispered hoarsely, voice barely audible. “Please… one more time. I want to stay inside you. Even if I can’t cum anymore… just let me feel you.”
You smiled down at your beautiful, bratty boy and rolled your hips again, making him whimper pathetically.
“Such a spoiled little prince,” you murmured, kissing his tear-stained cheek. “Begging to be used until he breaks.”
Seungmin hid his face in your neck, embarrassed but nodding desperately as he clung to you.
“Yes… I’m your spoiled brat,” he whispered, voice shaking. “Now please… keep ruining me.”
And you did.
You rode him until his moans turned into weak, broken whimpers. Until his body stopped trembling and simply melted beneath you. Until he was so overstimulated he could barely speak — only soft, pathetic little sounds leaving his lips as he let you use him exactly how he secretly craved.
Completely submitted.
Completely addicted.
And completely yours.
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𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧
Jeongin looked like he was about to cry.
His face was flushed a deep, adorable tomato red, cheeks burning, sweat making his dark hair stick to his forehead. Those pretty fox-like eyes were glassy with tears, lashes wet as he blinked up at you. His plump lips were parted, letting out the softest, whiniest moans you had ever heard from him.
And you were still riding him.
“N-noona…” he whimpered, voice high and trembling, so fucking cute it made your pussy clench around him. “It’s too much… I-I already came three times but you’re still… ahh!”
His hands gripped your thighs tightly, fingers trembling as you continued to bounce on his cock. He was so sensitive now — his poor cock red and swollen from being used for so long, yet still rock hard inside your soaked pussy.
You smiled down at him, brushing his damp hair back gently while rolling your hips in slow, deep circles.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” you cooed. “Look at you… such a pretty, desperate boy for me.”
Jeongin let out a broken, adorable moan at your praise, his hips twitching weakly underneath you. Fresh tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, rolling down his flushed cheeks.
“I-I want to make Noona feel good,” he sobbed softly, voice cracking in the most endearing way. “Even if it’s too much… I can take it. Please keep using me. Please.”
He looked so fucking cute like this — face burning red, eyes watery, lips shiny and trembling. Every time you sank down on his cock, a high-pitched, whiny moan escaped him, his whole body jolting cutely.
“Fuck— Noona’s pussy is so warm…” he whimpered, biting his lip hard. “It keeps squeezing me… I feel like I’m going to melt. But it feels so good. So, so good—”
You leaned forward, placing your hands on his chest as you started bouncing faster. Jeongin’s eyes widened, a loud, pathetic moan tearing from his throat as his sensitive cock was stimulated even more.
“Ahh— Noona! Slow down— please, I’m too sensitive!” he cried, tears flowing freely now. His face was an absolute mess: flushed crimson, eyes sparkling with overwhelmed pleasure, lips shiny with spit.
But even as he begged you to slow down, his hands stayed firmly on your thighs, pulling you down harder every time you lifted up.
“Don’t stop…” he whispered a second later, voice small and needy. “I lied… I don’t want you to slow down. I want Noona to feel good. Use my cock as much as you want. It’s yours.”
You smiled and rode him harder, your ass slapping loudly against his thighs. The wet, filthy sounds of your cum-filled pussy taking his overstimulated cock filled the room. Jeongin’s head fell back against the pillow, exposing his pretty neck as he moaned shamelessly.
“Nngh— Noona… you’re going to make me cum again,” he sobbed, voice so adorably whiny. “I don’t know if I have anything left but… I want to. I want to cum inside you again. Please let me fill you up one more time.”
His cock throbbed violently inside you, twitching with every bounce. He was so oversensitive that every movement made his body jerk cutely, thighs shaking underneath you.
You reached down and gently wiped the tears from his cheeks while still riding him.
“You’re so cute when you cry, Innie,” you murmured. “Does it hurt?”
Jeongin nodded frantically, more tears spilling as he looked up at you with those big, watery eyes.
“It hurts… but it feels so good,” he confessed breathlessly. “My cock is so sensitive now… every time you move it feels like electricity. But I love it. I love when Noona uses me like this.”
He suddenly leaned up, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face between your breasts, whimpering softly as you kept bouncing on him.
“Noona’s tits are so soft,” he mumbled against your skin, voice muffled and needy. “Can I… can I suck them? Please?”
You nodded, and Jeongin immediately latched onto one of your nipples, sucking gently at first, then harder, moaning around it like it was his favorite thing in the world. His pretty whimpers vibrated against your skin as you rode him faster.
“Mmm— Noona…” he whined between sucks, switching to the other nipple. “You’re going to ruin me… but I want it. I want Noona to ruin her maknae.”
His words were so innocent yet so filthy, spoken in that soft, desperate voice. You couldn’t resist bouncing harder, making him cry out around your breast.
Jeongin pulled back slightly, looking up at you with teary, lovesick eyes, lips shiny and swollen.
“I’m gonna cum again…” he sobbed, voice cracking adorably. “Noona, please— can I? Can your good boy cum inside you? I’ve been so good, right? Taking everything you give me…”
You cupped his burning red cheeks and kissed him deeply, still riding him without mercy.
“Cum for me, baby,” you whispered against his lips.
That was all he needed.
Jeongin let out the cutest, most broken moan as his fourth orgasm hit him. His whole body shook violently beneath you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he clung to you like a lifeline. Thick, warm spurts of cum flooded your pussy again, even though he had already given you so much.
“Ahh— Noona! I’m cumming… I’m cumming so much again—” he cried, tears streaming down his face as pleasure overwhelmed him. His hips twitched helplessly, pushing his sensitive cock deeper into you as he rode out his orgasm.
Even after he finished, you didn’t stop moving.
Jeongin whimpered pathetically, burying his face in your neck as overstimulation took over.
“It’s too much… too sensitive… Noona, please—” he sobbed, but his arms stayed locked around you, not pushing you away. “I can’t… I really can’t take it but… don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I want to make Noona cum again. I want to be good for you.”
You kept riding him slowly, grinding deep, feeling his cum leak out around his cock with every movement. Jeongin was a shaking, whimpering, teary-eyed mess — face tomato red, lips trembling, eyes half-closed in exhausted pleasure.
“You’re so cute like this, Innie,” you praised, kissing his wet cheeks. “Crying and begging even when you’re overstimulated.”
He let out a shy, embarrassed whine, hiding his face in your neck again.
“It’s embarrassing…” he mumbled, voice small. “But I like it when Noona uses me until I cry. I like making you feel good… even if my cock feels like it’s going to explode.”
You smiled and started bouncing again, slower but deep. Jeongin moaned loudly, the sound so sweet and pathetic it made your stomach flutter.
“Noona…” he whimpered, clinging to you desperately. “I love you. I love being your good boy. Please keep riding me. Even if I can’t cum anymore… I just want to stay inside you. Your pussy feels like heaven.”
His words were so earnest, so full of love and desperation, that you felt yourself getting close again. You rode him a little faster, chasing your pleasure while Jeongin continued to moan and whimper cutely beneath you.
When your orgasm finally hit, you clenched hard around his oversensitive cock. Jeongin cried out softly, holding you tighter as you came, his own body twitching from the intensity.
You collapsed on top of him, both of you breathing heavily. Jeongin’s arms stayed wrapped around you, his cock still buried deep inside your cum-filled pussy.
He pressed soft, tired kisses to your shoulder, still trembling slightly.
“Was I good, Noona?” he asked quietly, voice hoarse and shy. “Did I make you feel good?”
You lifted your head and kissed his red, tear-streaked cheeks.
“You were perfect, baby,” you whispered. “My sweet, desperate boy.”
Jeongin smiled shyly, eyes still watery, face burning as he nuzzled into your neck.
“Then… can we stay like this a little longer?” he asked softly. “I don’t want to pull out yet. I like feeling you around me… even if I’m too sensitive.”
You nodded, gently stroking his hair as he clung to you, completely exhausted but still so eager to please.
Your adorable, overstimulated maknae — flushed, teary-eyed, and utterly in love with being used by you.
— Genre (Smut, University Au, Strangers to lovers)
— Summary (A story of how you got yourself entangled with your next-door neighbour, who has an oral fixation unsated, and you, who barely have any sex life, seemed like a win-win kind of deal.)
— Warnings (Jisung has a bad case of oral fixation, oral (fem. receiving) a lot and I mean a LOT, finger licking, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, creampie, unprotected sex, big dick!han, underwear stealer, weeb!han, slow burnish, fingering, multiple sex scenes, secret relationship)
— Word count (9.9k)
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A/N: So this is a lot longer than I expected, and only the first half is somewhat profread so excuse my typos. I found the idea of Han being a munch is very hot, so enjoy. Hope you like or reblog it if you like my stories. Thank you!
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First year. You had your doubts. You couldn't get into a decent dorm close to uni, so you mostly panicked and desperately started looking for apartments to rent - by living on overprocessed cookies and an unhealthy amount of redbull - but they were too expensive for your budget. Until you found out that the university has a mixed dorm, cheaper and only a 20-minute walk from campus. To share a room with boys, you were not so keen on it, but it was your only option, so you applied and wished for the best.
You got in, and you remember gripping your suitcase so tight when you went to move in, thinking of a dozen scenarios where your roommates would be men wearing phedo glasses and licking their teeth when you opened the door and walked in. You took a deep breath. Your friend, who came with you for emotional support, squeezed your shoulder and tried to calm you down with little success, but knowing that you needed to go in either way, you puffed up your chest, got in your big girl pants, and went in. Thankfully, there weren't people inside wearing thick-rimmed glasses, and they didn't look like serial killers either. You were supposed to room with a girl and a boy, but the girl moved out after a few months, and you got another boy roommate. The situation wasn't so bad as you originally thought because the boy named Seungmin is quiet and not a huge talker, might be a little rude, but not a weirdo like you were afraid he would be. The other guy, Changbin, the muscle bunny, is friendly but rarely at home. Everyone has a room, a common space, one bathroom, one toilet and a small kitchen in good condition.
Your first impression of your roommates was vastly different from what you expected. Changbin is your friend's ex, but it wasn't awkward. They parted on good terms, and Changbin is very nice; he helps you carry groceries and shares his workout playlists with you. Studies sport and recreation. Seungmin requires a little warm-up, but beneath those sarcastic remarks and eye rolls, you think he probably likes you. He remembers your take-out orders and even knows your favourite drink. He's in business, you think.
In the second semester, your horizon widened as you got to know the people living on the same floor. Next door there's Minho and Jisung. On the otherside there's felix, Hyunjin and next to them there's Chan and Jeongin.
The dorm life is chaotic. You witnessed too many things to not grow closer to them in a weird way. You saw Hyunjin dragged by Felix and Changbin, wailing after his breakup with his girlfriend, shitfaced, and he puked on your doormat. The next day, he apologised with a new one because cleaning it turned out to be a lost cause. You didn't like it, but Seungmin approved of it, so you let it go and your new mat that says "welcome motherfukha" stayed.
When Minho was stressed because he failed his calculus class, it was you and Jeongin who stayed with him at the library studying until it closed. They saw that when you were late to a class that takes 50% of your grade in attendance, with your hair wild and clothes worn backwards, it was Chan who gave you his hoodie to look somewhat presentable.
Everyone has a third eye to step into the corridor the moment someone is a walking disaster. There's not a single boring moment with them, but you like the vibe.
Two years just went by in a blur, living among them. You're already in your third year, just one more to go before you graduate. Part-time jobs and classes keep you busy. Enjoying the small joys like movie night with your roommates, girls' night outs, and occasionally going home during breaks. Boyfriends come and go.
Stressful week. Your professor just told you your thesis is shit, you spilt coffee on your notes this morning, and your pants tore between your legs when you sat down at lunch.
You fidget with your keys, one hand holding your phone to your ear. "What?"
"Hello to you, too, sunshine." Katie, on the other end not phased by your mood. She's on a mission.
"Sorry. Bad day. Do you need something?" After you successfully unlock your door, you drop your bag and get your shoes off. Rolling your stiff shoulders to get some of the tension off.
Getting some coffee on going as you listen.
"No worries. So, Jake asked about you today. He's so into you, I think you two should date!" Her excited chatter is rotting your ears. After a sip of your freshly brewed coffee and one silent eye roll, you carefully choose your words just in case.
"Oh, Jake. Sure, the one who is an IT major, right? That Jake who went into the closet playing 5 minutes in heaven with Jihyo and cum in his pants from a tiny kiss?" You hope she hears the judging tone in your voice.
"Who also said that I should lose some weight to be prettier? That Jake?" Yeah. His first expression is not that great in your head.
"Yeah, yeah- wait, what? What a bitch! I didn't know he said that! Fuck him, you don't need to pay him any mind y/n." Getting worked up for your sake, you let out a tiny laugh.
"I doubt anyone's gonna fuck him. It's fine, Katie, it's not like I care what he thinks about me."
And you really don't.
"Oh, the next time I see him, I will give him a piece of my mind. You're gorgeous, y/n, and don't let that troll make you feel otherwise."
A genuine smile appears. Draped over your seat, you feel your mood lifting after talking with your bestie.
"Don't fret. So this is the only thing you called for, or is there something else?"
"Well, you know we talked about yesterday how you missed sex, so I thought it would be a good idea, but I didn't think he was such a loser geek."
You appreciate her concern. In fact, you feel jealous that almost everyone is in a relationship except you in your little friend group. Even Seungmin got himself a little girlfriend and is in a honeymoon phase; they're so sweet that you want to puke in a supportive way.
"The problem is not that he's a geek. For example, there's my next-door neighbour, Jisung, who is a little weeb, but he's polite and cute. The problem is that Jake exchanged his brain for a rank in Valorant or something." I, I, I, all he talked about was himself. No woman would like a guy like that. Also, the fact that he only talked to you as a second option because the one he liked off-ed him does not put him much higher on the liked list.
"Oh, is that so? Why don't you ask him out then if you think he's cute?" Jisung? Yeah, no way. You doubt you're his type anyway. Yet you don't deny that he's very cute. You don't know him too well, but in the two years you've been living here, you've had enough interactions to grasp that he's funny to be around.
Sometimes he tags along when you and Changbin go to the gym, and sheesh, his body is not what you would expect. You don't have evidence, but you're sure he also has six packs.
"I don't think he would agree." You go with that. Simple.
"You can't know that and also, your neighbours are hot no? What's with that guy you mentioned last time, the one you helped with his classes?"
"Oh, you mean Chan. I just listened to his song and offered some opinion. It wasn't that deep."
You place the empty cup into the dishwasher, tidying some things up in the kitchen. Looking at the time, you should probably hang up soon and try to fix the errors in your thesis.
"If you say so. Right, this Friday girls' night at my place?"
"I promised I would help Jeongin get ready for his first date, but after that, I will join you girls there."
After some more mindless chatter, you hang up to get back to your work. Getting comfy you change into the biggest oversized t-shirt you own and some shorts after your shower. Some tea on the side and you get to work on your laptop for a while before there's some knocking.
You thought it was Changbin who forgot to take his keys again, but no, there's Minho and Jisung at the other end. Holding their shower gel and a towel.
Reading the confusion on your face, Minho almost pokes your eyes out with his phone. "You didn't read the group chat. Our shower broke, so we need to use your bathroom for this week. The others agreed. Do you mind?" You let them in.
"Sure. Go ahead, but do not use my shampoo, I'm warning you." You leave them, getting back to your docs.
"What are you doing?" There's a warning knock on the door before Jisung pokes his head into your room. The water is going off, so probably Minho won the game of rock, paper, scissors and got to hop in the shower first.
"Just fixing my thesis. My professor said that it's a piece of shit. So yeah, I need to redo almost everything I wrote." Cracking your fingers and neck you pull up the document. Jisung walks behind you, peering over your shoulder to take a look.
"That sucks." You hum; his presence is soothing. You feel your stress levels are lowering for some reason. "Can I help with something?"
"No, but thank you. Or you can give me a massage while you're waiting for your turn to shower; my shoulders are killing me." It's a joke, and you expect Jisung to laugh, but to your surprise, his hands start to slowly knead your shoulders. Going down to the length of your arms and his fingers even rub the base of your neck. You melt against his touch like ice cream on a summer day.
"Oh, you're surprisingly skilled at this, Ji." Uncensored hums of approval leave your lips as he continues.
"Minho asks me to massage his back all the time."
While this is nice, you don't want to force him to do it. You place your hand over his, momentarily stopping him.
"You don't need to do this. I was just joking."
"It's fine. Just relax." Jisung pushes your hand away and resumes his massage.
"Unfair, I have to beg you for 30 minutes at least to get a massage, and you just give it to her." Minho appears freshly out of the shower, hair damp and smelling good. His accusing finger is pointing at his roommate.
You explain to Minho what happened, and he gives you a look that says, "Must suck for you."
"So this is the thanks I get after I helped your sorry ass study." You shake your head, fake-disappointed.
"Fine. How about I pay for some takeout, and we watch a movie at ours?" You think about it, the offer is tempting, but you should really work on this.
"Come on." Minho grabs you. Sensing your hesitation. "A few hours won't change much. You can continue tomorrow, and you don't have class, right?"
Right. Tomorrow's class is canceled so you can surely finish it by the afternoon.
"Fine. Let me just send a quick message to the guys." Defeated, you stand up, grabbing your phone.
You tell the boys that you will be at Minho's if they need anything. Getting a simple thumbs-up from Seungmin, at least Changbin writes "have fun" and too many emojis.
Not bothering to change, you follow them in your current state.
Getting comfy on the couch as Jisung microwaves some popcorn. Minho plops down beside you, browsing through the options on Netflix. It's chaotically relaxing as Minho tries to convince Jisung to watch a horror movie, betting that if he can catch 3 popcorn in his mouth, he gets to choose the movie.
Fun fact he can't catch a single one.
Minho loses so Jisung gleefully chooses some kind of action film to watch in the end.
It was decent but won't become your favourite.
Once the bowl is empty and the credits roll, you get up to get back to your room, hugging the two of them goodbye.
The week passed by. Even though you get to relax in between as you joke with Jeongin helping him choose his clothes and help him plan for the date the stress in your system keeps building underneath. Even the pyjama party can't relax you fully.
The girls eagerly offer the solution. Showing you pictures along the lines of "what do you think of this guy?" "See, he's the same class as me, and I think.."
So you need a good dicking down.
Sure.
If that would be that easy.
Chan and you walk side by side. You ran into each other on your way home, and he offered to help you carry your groceries.
It was an ordinary conversation, some small talk about school and the weather that took an unexpected turn.
You asked about Jisung only because you haven't seen him around this week but the answer was not what you expected.
"He will probably kill me if I tell you. Let's just say, he had an unfortunate incident with a girl."
Oh. "I didn't know Jisung was seeing someone."
After hearing that you feel: Surprised. Disappointed. Maybe you liked him more than you probably realised. It might not just a silly crush.
You actually feel jealous.
"It was a casual thing, but I really shouldn't say more than this. However, if you're worried about him, you should visit."
You nod, not wanting to press him if he's unwilling but you're nonetheless curious what could have happened.
You don't think they heard you when you walked in. Listening to Chan's advice, after you sorted through your goods, you stepped out to visit the room next door.
They clearly didn't hear or see you.
"Maybe there's something wrong with me." Jisung sounds upset. Unsure what this is all about until you hear Minho.
"You have a weird oral fixation but if you find the right girl it will be fine. There are lots of girls out there who would kill for a big dick, so don't get discouraged when a girl freaks out in the middle."
Oh. Oh. That kind of problem. It feels like you shouldn't be here listening to this.
"Sorry to interrupt." Before they can discover you, you think it's best to let your presence be known before it's too late.
"y/n! What brings you here?" Minho acts like you didn't just interrupt a very private conversation. Jisung is flustered probably thinking about how much you heard as he actively avoids eye contact with you.
Good thing you didn't come empty-handed. "I made some lemon and dark chocolate muffins." You put the container on the table, getting the lid off to offer the treats.
"Smells good." Minho dives in first. Jisung goes second giving you a tiny thanks as he bites into it.
"I won't bother you guys anymore, so continue." Trying to quickly leave this absurd situation, but just like you expected, leaving might not be that easy.
"Oh, no y/n. How about you give us some second opinion. You're a girl after all."
There are times when you want to punch Minho in the face after he talks and this is one of those moments but instead you smile, awkwardly.
"Uh, oh- I'm not sure if I can be of help."
What kind of opinion can you even offer? They're surely not asking you if you like big dicks, right?
"Sit." Minho pushes your shoulders to sit you down next to him, right in front of a very embarrassed Jisung.
"What do you think about our lil' Sungie?"
"What do you mean?" You tilt your head, confused.
"Isn't he handsome? What do you think of him as a man."
"I don't know why you are asking me that but sure. Ji is very cute."
"See! That's a good sign if a girl says you're cute." Unsure if this is supposed to uplift his confidence, but Minho's enthusiastic explanation doesn't seem to hit home. If anything, Jisung's face is so red you could probably fry some eggs on it.
"Stop it, Minho, don't you see he's getting uncomfortable?" Pushing his shoulders, you think it's best to leave it at that before he cries or something.
"Alright. I need to leave anyway, Hyunjin is waiting for me." Looking at his phone, he stands up to leave. You feel like he's just making this up, but neither you nor Jisung calls him out on it.
"Thanks, and sorry." Jisung finally looks at you.
"Don't be sorry. If you want to talk about it, I'm here."
Jisung bites his lip, contemplating, silence envelopes the room for a while. You don't pressure him or leave. You just sit there in charged silence.
"I - get jittery if I don't do something with my mouth. It's called an oral fixation."
He doesn't look at you but he actually started to open up. You're surprised he wanted to talk after all. You're happy though even if the topic is a bit too much.
"This might be stupid but did you try to chew on a lollipop?" You're genuinely curious. You never knew someone who had this particular quirk.
"Yes, gum and also tried chewing on my fingers, but nothing scratches that itch- only that."
He looks away, unable to keep eye contact.
"So if you don't scratch that itch, what happens?" You rub off your imaginary doctor coat for the next question.
"I get agitated. Minho says I get more annoying." He laughs.
"So you need someone to help you. I bet it's not an easy thing to discuss with girls." Now it makes more sense. You get why Chan wouldn't want to go into detail earlier. You don't think you've seen signs on him that he's not getting it.
"I never told this to a girl before. Maybe this is why they don't usually like how I do things in bed."
Hmn. Interesting. "Don't girls usually like it when men go down on them?" Feeling a little confused, you didn't realise you actually said what you thought out loud.
Well, some might not. You have friends who would prefer fingers over mouth.
"Maybe I take too long." What's the problem with that? Maybe it's just you, but you feel threatened with a good time.
"I don't see the problem here. I bet there are others who think like me." You hope it's encouraging. You really don't think his weird fixation is a problem.
"You don't think I'm weird?" Jisung looks surprised by your mild reactions. You're not that fazed about it.
"Weird? No, maybe a pervert, but if you want to hear a more detailed answer, then I would also say that it sounds actually pretty hot. I would definitely be into that."
Jisung gulps. He looks at you. Really looks at you for the first time with those eyes. Less platonic and more lustful?
"So you don't hate it? When guys do that?" You shake your head. His fingers drum on the surface of the table, jittery. He appears to be deep in his thoughts before his eyes fixate on you again.
"I don't have much experience. The guys I dated before didn't really like doing that." His gaze is so intense that you need to look away this time.
His eyes were practically sparkling, his thoughts spiralling. Already thinking about your taste.
"What? You're staring." The mood in the room is entirely different now, and his expression is too forward. Not what you're used to with him. He's usually so shy.
He's not even trying to mask his intentions anymore.
"If I asked, would you help me?"
For a moment you're lost for words. You open and close your mouth.
Would you?
Fuck it. "Yes."
This is how it all started.
You both agreed to keep this from the others, which was a very difficult task considering that you both live with roommates and move in the same circles.
Past midnight.
Your whispers are hushed, and his fingers on the doorknob to your room are careful not to make any noise.
You're in your bed, your head thrown back to your pillows, when his tongue parts your folds. Your hand shoots up to keep your moans quiet. Jisung doesn't waste much time, pulling your underwear down, pushing your shirt up, before he's between your legs, his new favourite spot.
"Do you think they know?" Thinking aloud, your fingers card through his hair so you could see his expression. His eyes closed in bliss, and he barely heard your question.
"No, why?" Only looking up for a moment before he puts his tongue to a better use than talking. The tip of his tongue is rubbing over your clit.
"I don't know- Chan and Jeongin - ah- looked at us weirdly today."
You were thinking about this all day, but it fades more and more as he presses his wet tongue all over.
Jisung only hums as an answer, not even bothering to look up anymore as he slides his tongue lower to your entrance.
"I'm serious, Ji. I think they know something."
Your fingers grip the sheets as he gets intense with his licks. Sucking on your clit with a loud sound. He's getting louder, too, as he gets so into it that his whines vibrate into your skin. He tries to muffle his sounds into your pussy, but you still need to remind him to be quieter.
From the corner of your eye, you see the red lace of your panties stuffed into his jeans' pocket.
"Don't take more of my panties. One of these days, I won't have anything to wear." Caressing his scalp, Jisung purrs into you. The vibrations of his moans are amplifying the feeling of his tongue licking you, alternating between unhurried, savouring long swipes and relentless licks.
He's talented enough to bring you close to the edge with a few purposeful wet licks. He's not letting up until you're a soaking mess under him and your clit is raw from his ministration. Your hole flutters pathetically each time he pushes the tip of his tongue into you.
His jaw is set, and his eyes are closed in pleasure. He enjoys the way you soak his face with your essence mixed with his spit. You can tell he's been waiting to do this all day long.
In between the sneaky rendezvous, you learned to read his expressions and body language, knowing it well when he's having the munchies.
Still thinking about getting caught, you try to act nonchalant around Jisung. It's not easy because when he talks, you involuntarily look at his lips and remember what he can do with them. You're also thinking more and more about the situationship you two got into. Mostly, he comes over to eat you out for hours, sometimes catches you off guard at their dorm's bathroom when he thinks no one will notice. At the library behind bookshelves, he even sucked your fingers in public when he couldn't wait for the study session to be over.
It's always his mouth that he puts to good use, but you keep wondering about his dick, especially in you.
He never asks you to suck him off, even though you see the outline of his very prominent excitement.
"You're staring again." Stating the obvious, you need to address his gaze since he makes it impossible for you to focus on your essay. As if you can't feel his fingers grip your thigh under the desk when he clearly promised he would wait until you finish this project before he satisfies his munchies.
"Can you give me something while I wait? Please?" You think he probably meant your fingers or something, but you have a different idea.
"Your oral fixation can it be satisfied by kisses too?" You're curious. There's hardly any part of your body that wasn't touched by his mouth, but you two never really kissed.
"I think so." His eyes drop down to your lips, as if the idea has just penetrated his hazy mind. It looks like a positive reaction, so he might not be mad if you kissed him.
"So can I kiss you, Ji?" Jisung nods, excited and so eager as he leans in obediently. You barely need to move forward anymore to meet his lips halfway. His mouth opens with a single swipe of your tongue, diving into his mouth the way you suck on his tongue makes a muffled moan tear from his throat mid kiss. He eagerly keeps up the pace with you, exploring your mouth like he doesn't need to breathe anymore.
Shaky exhales, hitting your face as he pants against you, the way he shudders when you capture his bottom lip between your teeth, and tug makes all the blood rush to his cock. He kisses you with the same fervour he makes out with your cunt on a regular basis.
He's opposed to the way you abruptly end the kiss with a loud smack. Your smile is wicked as you roll your chair back and go back to typing. Leaving a very sexually frustrated Jisung behind.
"Please, just a little more." He whines into your ear, his lips are shiny from the spit and swollen from your kisses.
"Give me half an hour and I will-" Not letting you finish your sentence, he forcefully presses his lips over yours. Whining and shaking when you don't open up for him. You push him back by the shoulders, giving him a disapproving look.
"Don't be a brat Sungie. The more you distract me the later we can get down to business."
"But I can't wait that long!" The pain in his expression is amusing. He's always needy, but never to this extent.
"What's gotten into you? You're not like this usually." Going through his hair with your fingers, you attempt to soothe him a bit. He's practically shaking like a nervous chihuahua and vibrating next to you. Like he's having withdrawal symptoms. It's not like he can't survive without you. Sometimes, a few days pass when you two are busy without anything happening, so you don't know what prompted this.
"I don't know but I feel like I will die if I can't taste you right now."
Jisung licks his lips as if he's already imagining devouring you.
"Okay, get under the table, but you need to be quiet. I need to finish this essay today." Giving in, you push your pants and panties down your legs. Inviting him between your spread legs as much as the armrest can let you.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Jisung's knees hit the floor before you can shimmy down your underwear. If he were a puppy his tail would be furiously wagging right now. You let out a breathless chuckle at his clear eagerness.
The space under your desk is cramped, but he's not complaining. Well, it's not like it was designed to fit a grown ass man under it. His fingers grip your inner thighs, spreading you open for this tongue.
You can feel his wet muscle take a long lick from top to bottom, letting out tiny moans at your taste. There's already slick gathered there from your previous kisses. Your heady taste is going to his head fast; he's not starting off slow and savouring like usual. No, he picks up a brutal pace from the start that has your thighs shaking around his head. This is the first time he pushes a finger into your core while focusing on your clit with his mouth.
There's no way you can read a single word from your document. You can barely keep your eyes open as Jisung devours you and stretches you with his finger; two of them pump in you, opening up to scissors to make you feel the stretch. Your hand hovers over the mouse, but you are unable to form a single coherent thought.
One more attempt, you try to write something, but his fingers sound obscene from going in and out of you, you're so wet it's probably dripping down his long fingers, and his breath against your clit is warm, and his tongue is stiffly rolling the little nub expertly around. A second attempt, you successfully hit some keys forming half a word, the first one in the last 15 minutes since he started, but he just so happens to hollow his cheek and suck the little bud between his puckered lips. You can picture his drooling figure with his eyes closed in bliss underneath the table.
It doesn't take long for you to release around his fingers. Your entire body arches in the chair as the intensity of your orgasm is triggered.
"Come here." Breathless, you pull him up to you. Jisung moans when he feels the intensity of your kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue when you suck it into your mouth.
"How do you feel now?" Getting some sweaty hairs out of his face, you rub his scalp with your fingers, carding through his hair, messing it up.
"Better. I could live between your legs, you know. You taste so fucking good." Still high from your taste, his words are filthier than usual. Your core throbs at that.
"Good. Now I really need to finish this project. Be a good boy and rest okay?" Jisung nods. You expected him to lie down on your bed, but he's not moving at all from between your legs. He lays his head on your thighs, taking in ragged breaths as he closes his eyes. It can't be a comfortable position sitting on the floor, but you let him be. If he can finally behave for just half an hour, you could actually finish this.
And he behaves, mostly. Your typing freezes occasionally when his lips press on your naked skin, just between the juncture of your thighs, but his kisses pepper the inside of your legs, close to your core. You can ignore it sometimes, the feather-light kisses even relax you after he just devoured you all.
You finished writing 5 minutes ago when his kisses started to double. You doubt he realised you're done as he focused on your skin. He's testing the waters again, his kisses grow closer to your core, and his fingers just barely graze your outer lips. When he registers, you're not stopping him; his fingers gain confidence, smearing your release all over your cunt. His lips are busy kissing your legs. It's a new sensation to only feel his fingers move; it's different when he presses the pad of his finger and rubs your clit.
You want to feel them in you again. "Ji, your fingers. Put them in- haah" He obeys you with two of his fingers pressing easily in. Can't wait any more, his lips wrap around your pussy again. Licking everywhere he can reach in tandem with moving his fingers inside you.
"Ji, can we try something else?" You pat his shoulder to get his attention. He lets your clit go with a loud pop before he looks at you in confusion.
"Like what?" His voice is hoarse, his lips glistening in the light.
His eyes are so big and round as he looks at you that you swear you can see your reflection in them. He looks perfectly wrecked already, his cock straining against his pants.
"I really like your tongue, but I want to feel something bigger." Your gaze drops down to the tent in his jeans, and Jisung visibly gulps, catching your meaning behind your fixed gaze.
"What if I hurt you?" He's hesitant, but he lets you pull him up from the floor. You push him to sit on your bed, and you straddle his lap with ease.
You grind down to make a point. Your juices soak his pants the moment it makes contact. The friction is so delicious that you can't help but moan. "Can you feel how wet you made me? If anything, I'm embarrassed it would just slide right in."
Jisung moans when you plant the picture in his head. His fingers grip your hips, letting you grind down on him.
"Are you sure?" You hum.
"If you want to do something with your mouth, we can just kiss while we fuck. It will be a win-win."
He really doesn't need much convincing. It's not like he never imagined what it would be like to bury his cock in you. He loved eating you out, and he's content to do that, and most of all, he didn't want you to be disappointed in him. He didn't want you to feel guilty for not being able to take his cock. He's still unsure if he can fit.
"Okay." Jisung nods, fumbles with his zipper. You can see his hands are shaking as he pushes his pants and boxers down in one go. Your eyes fixate on the fat tip slapping against his stomach.
"You're-" You're unable to finish the words. He's just so big. You haven't seen such a gritty and pretty cock like his.
"Sorry, we don't have to-" Panic settles in him, thinking that you're taking it the wrong way when in reality you just admire him. You don't let him finish as you kiss him hard. Your tongues collide in a wet kiss.
"Don't you dare stop. I'm gonna sit on your pretty cock and you can't stop me." Getting hold of his base, you rub his tip on your soaking entrance.
"Right. I don't have condoms with me." Stopping right before you can sink down, you sheepishly mention.
"I don't- have them either." Jisung shakes his head. Nervously bites his lip, thinking that you won't have sex tonight after all.
"How about, you pull out?" Coating his dick in your arousal, you sigh in pleasure when his tip catches on your clit. This way, you can actually see how deep he would reach in you.
"Are you sure?" It's hard to concentrate on your words when you hump him like this. You're so wet and warm against him that he can barely contain his desires.
"Uh-huh. I'm clean. How 'bout you?" You angle your hips so that his cockhead would rub against your clit with each grind. It takes a lot of self-control not to sink down on him without a warning.
"Clean, too." Jisung can't take his eyes off where you two meet. You're so petite behind his red cock. He can barely keep his eyes trained on the sight as you position his tip to your core. The tip pops in wetly. You swallow more of his shaft with little pulses, slowly shortening the distance between your bodies as more of his thick length disappears in you.
You know you're being too loud but he's stretching you so good you can't help but make noise each time you take in a little more of him. Jisung watches his length penetrate you with awe, your walls clamp down on him hard, yet you swallow more inches with each rock of your hips.
"I think I'm gonna- I can't- I might cum inside like this." Jisung closes his eyes, shuts them tightly as if he's in pain. The pain of holding back. Holding back from bucking his hips and forcing you to take him in one stroke, holding back his orgasm but all he can think about is how pretty you would look with his white thick cum flowing out, how he would drop down to his knees to clean you up with his mouth. The image makes his gums ache.
"But there's still more." He's only halfway in. He knows it too. You stop to catch your breath and let the burn settle. Your thighs are already quivering as you try to keep yourself up. It's hard on you but you're not letting the slight discomfort stop you from taking all of him in.
You're both slick with sweat, and a deep fullness settles in your belly when you reach his base. He's balls deep in you, and you feel him everywhere. His tip, slightly curved, pressed into a bundle of nerves inside you.
"God. You're so fucking big." To keep your voice down you bury your face into his neck. Breathing heavily as you adjust to the fullness.
Jisung twitches in you at the praise. He can't believe he's fully inside you. Hugging you close to his body, he embraces the feeling of filling you up. Your snug walls hug him too, pulsing and warm and welcoming.
"Kiss me?" He doesn't need to tell you twice. It serves as a way to muffle the noises you both make when you finally start moving. It barely counts as a kiss as you both are so out of it, his lips parted, breathing into each other's mouths with an occasional filthy open-mouthed kiss. A wet squelch is accompanied by you bouncing on his cock.
Jisung's hips buck up to meet your movements, drilling his cock in you so deep that you feel him in your stomach. You need to shut him up with a hand over his mouth; he's being so loud that he will wake your roommates up eventually. Reaching for something behind him, you push your lacy panties into his mouth.
The taste of you invades his senses and he moans around the fabric.
Paired with your tits bouncing with each thrust and the way your walls suck him in your tight wet heat he feels his orgasm building rapidly.
Panicking he spits out your underwear, gripping your waistline as a vice, trying to make you slow down but to no avail. "I- I-"
"Coming, I-" Jisung bites down on his fingers when he shoots his load, warmth floods you as he fills you with his thick white cum. It drives you over the edge as well as you cum around his sensitive length.
You rock your hips grinding down enjoying the last waves of your high together. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
Jisung panics when he sees his cum flow out when you get up. His fingers pressed down on the mess.
"I didn't mean to." He looks up at you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
"It's okay. I can get the morning-after pill." You cup his face kissing him sweetly. It's not like you didn't want it. Logically you know that it was very risky to let him do it but you couldn't think clearly at the moment. You doubt one little accident will be able to get you pregnant.
"I can clean it up. Make sure it doesn't stick."
You can just take a shower, you're already very sensitive but when you look at his pleading eyes you can't say no to him anymore.
"Fine but be gentle. I'm too sensitive." You get comfy on your bed, spreading your legs so that he can crawl between them. You rest the heel of your foot on his back, and the first sigh leaves you when he starts licking you.
First, he scoots some of his cum out with his finger and licks it up when more oozes out from you. It's a really filthy feeling knowing that he's drinking his own cum from you, that he just fucked into you not that long ago. It's a familiar feeling since he's eating you out all the time but this time it's different. His goal is not to make you cum. His licks are soothing, careful not to be too stimulating. You still twitch no matter how much pressure he swipes his tongue over you.
You need to physically pull him off you.
You gave him 5 more minutes even though you knew he had cleaned everything up already.
"I'm exhausted." You laugh. Your body is pleasantly buzzing. Wanting comfort you pull him to your side. Cuddling while you're both naked is intimate. It feels like your situationship upgraded.
"How are you feeling?"
Jisung buries his face into your neck, his hands holding you close. "Good. I never felt so at peace before."
Oh. The munchies are gone.
Even if you wish he would hold you longer it's already getting too late.
You lie on your bed as you watch him gather his clothes. "Good night." He gives you an unprompted goodbye kiss. Not that you're complaining.
Exhaustion takes you out minutes after you close your eyes and the next couple of days you keep thinking about how naturally he leans in to kiss you and he always tastes like you. You never gave this a name. Never asked him what he wanted this to be and it was enough.
But not anymore.
You don't want to sneak around anymore and you catch yourself wanting to share with him first if something good or bad happens or when you see a funny meme you sent it to him first.
When he yaps about his codes and video games you want to kiss him senseless. You even started to like his ridiculous anime print t-shirts, which you thought were awful on him. This is clearly more than just a friends with benefits relationship.
To you at least.
And you don't think he realises how he started to act differently around you. For example when he shows up with your hairtie on his wrist or how naturally he leans on your shoulder when you watch a movie with the guys. They even tease him about it. The mysterious girl he's seeing. Minho and Seungmin often discuss how Jisung is glowing and he's not insufferable like before. He looks much happier he rarely shakes his legs or cracks his fingers like before he tried to forget about his oral fixation. You work hard to keep his mouth busy, if you counted the hours he eats you out in a week you bet it would be longer than the time he spends sleeping.
Noting how Jeongin and Jisung are deep in a match on Mario Kart you offer to help Chan and Minho in the kitchen. Changbin is late because of his class and Felix is busy egging the two boys on as they race against each other. Seungmin and Hyunjin are on a shopping errand as you're still missing some ingredients for dinner.
"Knock. Knock. Need some helping hands?" Smiling you step into the kitchen. Their eyes look up from their tasks, welcoming you entirely.
"Since it's you, you can help." Minho gives you some vegetables to chop and you choose a counter to work on. Getting the cutting board from Chan.
"Yeah, we have confidence you won't set the kitchen on fire like some people." You chuckle knowing exactly who Chan is talking about. You still vividly remember the last time Changbin and Jisung tried to make lunch and Chan almost had a heart attack watching over them. Only you were having too much fun watching.
"Thank you for the compliment." You start chopping the carrots into thin slices. Your mouth is watering when you think about the delicious kimchi jiggae you will eat later. Some bibimbap too and the sushi rolls, your favourite.
"How's Sarah and Jiun?" You love watching them light up when they talk about their girlfriends.
"Good. Her birthday is coming up so I'm thinking of making a small party." Chan chatters, stirring the soup as he talks about what he's planning to buy for her birthday gift.
Minho also shares how they went to this new restaurant just a few blocks away with his girl.
"So- when are you going to tell us about you and Sungie?" Not beating around the bush, the knife stops in your hand. Not ready for that question from Minho. You were half expecting Chan to bring it up but Minho is his roommate so you get it.
"We- I'm not sure what we are at the moment. It started as something casual but-"
"Oh, it certainly doesn't look casual. He's really not trying to hide it anymore. Like when he handed you your makeup bag you left in his room. Not subtle at all." Chan chuckles. Han is all over you, hugging you and knowing your likes and dislikes.
"I haven't asked him yet. I'm afraid that I'm reading it wrong."
You can't tell what he's thinking at all.
"He might only need a small nudge in the right direction." Minho's smile is screaming trouble but you're not opposed to some help. You actually listen to his plan.
"Easy to tell if he likes you. Make him jealous. If he flips he definitely has feelings for you which I think he does, you two were very loud last time I could hear you through the walls." Right. You sometimes forget that Minho and you share a wall. A deep blush creeps up your cheeks. You think he's talking about the time Jisung and you first fucked since you mastered to keep your voice down as he goes down on you.
It's always him who's always loud and needs you to shut him up, except for that one time when you both were very loud.
"How do you think I should make him jealous?" You don't have those guys around and the ones you're friends with have girlfriends so they can't help you.
"Changbin has a friend who asked about you. Jisung had a very sour expression on his face when Seungmin told him you're single."
"Oh, you look surprised. So you didn't know about it?"
You shake your head. No one mentioned this to you before.
"Who is Changbin's friend?" You don't think you've met him.
"It's him, he saw you at a party Binie brought you to." Oh, now that Chan shows you a picture you do remember exchanging pleasantaries. He seemed like a nice guy.
"I remember him now!" You don't realise that Jisung stepped into the kitchen. Looking over your shoulder to take a peek at Chan's phone.
"What are you guys doing?" Stealing your attention from the phone, you miss how Jisung glares at Chan as he hugs you. You hug him back not suspicious of his actions at all but Minho and Chan share a knowing look behind your backs.
"We were just telling y/n about the other day. It's time she goes on a date and gets a boyfriend, don't you think?" Chan is really playing with fire and Minho joins in on the fun with his own, provoking Jisung.
"Right, it's been a while since you had one. Didn't your girlfriends are pestering you about going on blind dates?"
"They do keep telling me to go." It's annoying by now how many times they ask you.
"I exhausted almost every kind of excuse not to go."
"O- Oh." Jisung doesn't say anything more but he looks uncomfortable as he listens to your conversation.
Is he jealous?
Once the food is done and the movie is on everyone quiets down.
The afternoon turns to night as you bid them farewell.
"I think I left something in your room. I will walk you back."
You look back at him confused, you don't remember seeing anything of his at yours. You don't have time to ask about it as he pushes you out the door in a hurry. Chan and Minho giving you a thumbs up before you can open your mouth.
Changbin and Seungmin are sleeping at their girlfriend's place.
So you two are alone right now.
You turn to him to ask what he's looking for when he crashes his lips to yours. You gasp and he uses the element of surprise to plunge his tongue into your mouth. He's never been this uncontrolled. You've shared hungry kisses before but this is a different kind of urgency.
"You didn't leave anything here, did you?" You ask him when he finally lets go, panting and out of breath.
"No. I just wanted to come over." He kisses you again. Barely slowing down as he explores the inside of your mouth. His kiss feels like he has something to prove to you.
"But- you, today-" He exhausted you for today in the morning when he asked to come over after the prof suddenly cancelled his class. You're still sore.
"Please? Just a little?" You hate how you can't say no to that pout.
"Want to eat me out Sungie?" You place a little kiss on his neck that makes him shiver in your hold. His fingers dig into your sides as he tilts his head back.
"Always." If it were anyone else you would think he's lying but you know he's actually telling you the truth. There's not a moment he won't want to feel you on his tongue and the thought alone gets you wet.
"You're going to be the death of me, you know it?" Jisung smiles, helps you take off your shoes and then pulls down your pants and underwear.
"Can I take it?" He clutches your black undies in his hand like his life depends on it.
"Tell me. What are you doing with them? Do you know how little I have left? You can't take any more." You're getting real curious. Why he's so obsessed with them.
Jisung looks at you sheepishly. "I use them to get off after I leave."
Now that you think about it, you only fucked once and all the other times he must have gone home with a raging boner.
"Are you planning on leaving this time too?" Curious, you palm him over his pants. Just like you expected he's getting hard. If he can stop stealing your panties you don't mind making him cum in exchange.
"I didn't know if you would want to- after I just-" after he just cum inside you without permission?
"I told you it was fine and you even paid for the pill yourself."
You take a deep breath, calming yourself, kissing him slow and sweet first. "I went to the doctor to get contraceptives so we can do it without risking anything."
Unsure how he will take it. You thought about how to bring this up and you think this might be the right time. You started to take the meds and if your calculations are correct now you're fully protected.
It's been a few weeks since that happened.
You swear his eyes grew darker after he realised he could cum inside without worrying about kids.
"Fuck. Am I weird that what you just told me made me so hard?" You share a light laugh. Yeah. A total weirdo but he's yours. Or maybe not but you hope you're not the only one feeling this way. When he kisses you your heartbeat spikes. His touch leaves you warm and bothered and when he goes down on his knees you're already soaking wet. You've seen this position so many times. You already know what will happen next.
"You're so wet. I didn't touch you yet." Jisung puffs up his chest proudly seeing your glistening folds. You're always so responsive. Your scent is making his cock throb in his pants. He knows how you like to be licked. He spent hours between your legs learning you. Enjoying every little reaction when you twitch, moan when he circles your clit with his tongue or how you try to close your legs around his head as he pushes two fingers inside.
He takes his time tasting you, loving how you pull on his hair as pleasure shakes your entire body. He's thinking back to this morning. You're so pink and puffy, sore and sensitive since he spent all morning on his back with you riding his face. You looked so pretty rolling your hips, suffocating him as he lapped up your juices. Parting your folds with the flat of his tongue whilst his hands gripped your thighs. His entire face was covered in your arousal by the time you came.
Getting you nice and wet he makes sure to use his fingers to prep you as his tongue relentlessly flicks over your clit.
He's tempted to keep going even after you came but you pull him up abruptly, kissing him with such need that he forget to complain about making his session with your cunt short.
You unbuckle his belt, pushing it down with urgency. He matches your enthusiasm by helping you pushing down his underwear next, your hand wraps around his cock as soon as it springs up, stroking him that has him buck into your touch.
It's the second time you feel his cock stretch you out but it feels overwhelming just like the first time it happened. Jisung is careful, pushing in slow always cheking in with you before he continues.
"I won't last. You- feel so- good." He's breathing hard, once he fully bottoms out you both try to get used to it. Your walls are hugging his cock tightly, you feel the delicious stretch when he rolls his hips, pulling out halfway and slamming back in with force.
It's a slow drag of his hips but the angle is deep his tip hitting that patch of nerves that has you squeeze around him.
"Wet- and warm- and so so fucking perfect around me."
You pull him down, circling your hands around his neck as you kiss him. He kisses you back eagerly, moans and breathless whines mouthed into your parted lips. Your heels dig into his back as his cock splits you open.
You muffle his noises by pushing your fingers into his mouth, let him suck on them as he spurts ropes of hot cum in you.
You barely get any sleep that day, Jisung kept you up until midnight.
The next morning you had to drink a gallon of coffee to arrive at your class on time. Your friends noted how tired you look, all you could do was blush when you remembered how many times he fucked you that night.
Still no label.
You still had time to ask him to figure things out, things are going somewhere. Or at least that's what you thought.
Until that night.
You didn't want to go to that party but Bin and Min insisted you go with them. Once you realised Jisung would be there you brightened up but you didn't think you would see him kiss another girl there the moment you stepped inside.
Jisung stood there frozen, only when he saw you look at them did he decided to push her away. His eyes panicked when you turned on your heel and left. Your expression is unreadable. He didn't give her a second glance before he started walking to where you were a moment ago it was hard to move because of the people getting in his way and by the time he arrived, you had already left through the door.
Without thinking he ran after you. He yelled your name yet you acted like you didn't hear him at all.
He needed to catch up to you.
Because of your high heels, you didn't get as far as you'd liked before Jisung caught up to you walking fast.
"y/n, y/n please, look at me for a moment. Listen to me. I didn't- " His words caught in his throat when you finally looked at him. You never looked at him like that. Like he's a piece of trash in your way. He felt small under your piercing gaze but he didn't want to back down.
"Let me explain, just give me a minute and I will-"
"What can you explain? I saw you two kiss." Jisung winces at your tone.
"It caught me off guard. I didn't kiss her back!"
"You looked pretty solid, only pulled away because I saw, huh?" Shaking his head vehemently he denies your claims. He trails you like a desperate puppy. Trying to calm you down but you're fuming.
"No! I swear I wasn't going to kiss her. Please just stop." Jisung grabs you by the hand. Not holding you forcefully as you could easily pull away, that you did so more to his dissapointment.
Your dorm already in sight.
"I shouldn't care about who you kiss. We're not dating or anything." It's a passing comment and it's only murmured under your breath but he hears you. His heart feels uncomfortable hearing you say it. Even if he knows it's the truth. But he cares. He wants you to know that he's not kissing anyone else. He only wants to kiss you.
"Please don't leave like this." Jisung is begging as you open your door, he trailed behind you silently so far, following you. Knowing that you won't be able to sleep if you at least don't hear him out, you let out a tired sigh.
"Come in and let's talk."
Jisung nods, a little hopeful but he steps into your room with his head hung low.
"Please believe me. I swear I never kissed her and I won't kiss anyone else. I only want your kisses. Only need your attention."
You bite your lip. He didn't close his eyes when she kissed him and his hands were lying limp at his sides. You know that he's probably telling you the truth, your instincts tell you that it was really a one-sided kiss but you got so mad.
"I hate that she kissed you."
Jisung's eyes widen, it looks like he's processing your words. Then he nods his head like he understands.
"I know. I'm sorry." Carefully he approaches you, only when you don't pull away he gets the courage to hug you.
"I hate that I can't be mad because I'm not your girlfriend. I don't have the right."
Jisung holds you close, his heart is beating rapidly you can feel it under your palm. He hears you loud and clear.
"Can I be mad?" You need to know. If he feels the same way or what you're feeling is just entirely on your own.
"Yes, you can." Jisung holds you at arm's length, wanting to look at your eyes as he says the words.
"Can I kiss you?" Jisung leans in slowly, you almost give in but you pull back at the last minute. Confused Jisung's fingers shake on your cheek after you reject him, looking for answers in your eyes.
"Brush your teeth. She touched you." Sulking but you don't look angry anymore. Jisung salutes before he runs to the bathroom, brushing his teeth as if his life depended on it. You actually laugh. Jisung smiles his mouth full of toothpaste as he watches you through the mirror.
"I brushed throughoutly. See?" Jisung opens his mouth expecting like you inspect it or something.
"Jisung." Jisung gulps, it's not Ji, not Sungie you're using his government name and it means serious business. He looks nervous, you reach for his hand and squezze it.
"I want to be together. No more sneaking around."
You both broke out into a smile as he sighed in relief it's obvious he was expecting you to say something bad.
"Yeah. Okay. No more sneaking around. Let's date y/n."
He kisses you and this time he tastes like fresh mint.
summary: part one. stray kids just works soooo hard, and aren’t you just an angel of an assistant to give them the sexual relief they need? (chan and hyunjin getting some action specifically, the others will come in the next parts)
warnings: asshole skz, out of character because we like our men a lil evil around here, absolutely unrealistic, fuck knows what assistants do in these environments, cursing, power imbalance, objectification of reader lowk, dumb men, sexual content(oral and handjobs (m receiving), deepthroating, gagging(and gagging sum cum back up), spitting, cum eating, face fucking, grinding, ass play but nothing goes inside a body, making out, hickeys, heavy sexual tension), multiple sex scenes
word count: 22k
you’ve been working for stray kids for about three weeks now and holy shit it’s fucking hell.
as an assistant. given to stray kids themselves because lately, they’ve been needing extra staff support. and that’s okay, boys. just… stop being fucking assholes, maybe?
chan is the only one who sometimes remembers you have a name. he makes you feel like he could either pat your head or fire you without raising his voice. mostly he just nods when you hand him something, mutters “thanks” and keeps walking like you’re part of the wallpaper. one time he actually said “good job” after you fixed his in ear monitor in under ten seconds during soundcheck. you almost dropped dead from the shock.
lee know says maybe twelve words to you a day if you’re lucky. you hand him water, he takes it. you remind him something, he goes “mhm.” you accidentally bump into him backstage and he just sidesteps. you wonder if he even knows you’re the new assistant or if he thinks you’re just another staff member.
changbin is the only one who consistently doesn’t make you feel disposable. he always says “thank you so much” when you pass him anything. once you brought him his favorite hoodie you knew he likes and he looked at you like you hung the moon. “ah… really? you didn’t have to…” he still forgets your name sometimes but at least he tries. “you… the new one, right? sorry, what was it again?” cute fucker.
you want to kick hyunjin up. he’ll take the coffee you’re offering, and go “hm. a little cold already” like you personally pissed in it. you stand there wondering if you should spit in his next one. he’s not outright cruel, just lowkey evil in that hot way that makes you wanna smack him and also maybe climb him. he’s lucky you’re professional.
han seems to be fine by himself most of the time but says “thank youuu~” to you at leadt. pretty chill guy. doesn’t pay you much mind though. doesn’t pay much mind to anything.
felix manages a “oh, thank you” when you get him something but that’s mostly it. you swear he’s the only one who makes eye contact. lowk distant, not like you expected him to jump into your lap, just saying. you brought him throat candies once and he looked genuinely touched. “you noticed? ah, i’m sorry for the trouble.” bro you’re literally paid to notice.
seungmin doesn’t care much either. oh, staff, nice, gets me shit. helps me with shit. it’s their job, my job, that’s fine.
jeongin manages to thank you too, time to time. sometimes he’ll add a tiny “you’re fast” when you’re quick with something.
you hate working for them, to be honest.
just again, why would anyone expect these celebrities to be nice to you, but still. eye contact at least would be nice, dude. or dudes.
mornings are the worst. you’re running around with eight different demands at the same time. chan wants you to tell other people like, sixty things. hyunjin complains whatever drink he asked for is too sweet even though he didn’t fucking specify. lee know just takes whatever you give him and stares into the void. changbin thanks you three times. han acts hurt when you ask him something bc wdym he has to think when it’s your job. felix politely asks if you can find his missing earring. seungmin is on his phone all the time and jeongin is hiding behind his hood pretending he’s not awake yet.
when they’re not just rotting in the recording booths, you’re shoving water bottles, towels, monitors, this and that into their hands while they barely look at you.
“here.” “thanks.” “mhm.” “fuck, this cord is tangled again, who the hell—” (that’s seungmin).
hyunjin once threw his in ear back at you because it was “buzzing weird” and you caught it mid air. he actually looked surprised before going back to ignoring your existence.
but most of the time, you’re background noise. a pair of hands that brings things and fixes things and stays out of the way.
but just again, they’re not your friends and you do not expect them to be. they’re eight men in their twenties living in pressure all the time and they simply don’t have the energy to care about the new assistant beyond “does this person make my life easier right now?”
that’s fine with you. you get paid. you get to stare at handsome faces all day.
plus they’re all massive dramatic bitches when the stress gets too serious.
well, they never scream at you or anything, that would be unprofessional and they’re way too image conscious for that shit. but the passive aggressive energy? the tiny huffs? you want to strangle them.
hyunjin is like the final fuckass boss. you want to peg him just tor the way how he acts when something doesn’t go exactly his way. and not peg in the good way.
one morning you handed him his coffee and it had one too many ice cubes or whatever the fuck and he just stared at the cup.
“this again?” he muttered, then shoved it back into your hands without looking at you. “make it properly.”
later during rehearsal when his mic pack was acting up he actually clicked his tongue loud enough for you to hear and gave you that gut curling side eye like you invented technical difficulties yourself. bitch. you fixed it in thirty seconds flat and he didn’t even say thanks.
still, when he’s not in bitch mode he tolerates you fine. sometimes he even nods in your direction when he sees you. progress.
chan can get angry. “where’s the updated timing?” he asked you once, voice flat, like you were supposed to read his mind.
you scrambled, fixed it, handed it over. he took it without a word, scanned it, then just exhaled through his nose real hard.
the manly equivalent of slamming a door.
later he remembered to mutter “sorry, long day” but it still felt like you got lightly bitch slapped by responsibility.
you once brought lee know the wrong flavor of sum drink and he just looked at the bottle for five full seconds, then set it down slowly. he still takes whatever you give him most days and grunts “mhm” but on bad days that grunt sounds like it’s coming from the depths of hell.
changbin tries to behave, but he gets irritated at shit too. he’ll smile through it at first, “ah it’s okay…” but then he starts avoiding eye contact. not brave enough to actually point it out.
one time the stylists changed his outfit last minute and he had to wait for you to find the right shoes because it was put down somewhere. he stood there quietly for ten minutes, then very politely went “…it’s been a while, hm?”
you felt bad as fuck even though it wasn’t your fault. you got a thanks, at least.
han will still say thank you but it’s almost sarcastic. “thanks. really needed that.” said in a tone that implies he needed it five minutes ago. he wants you to be in place, you work for him after all.
felix stays fair at least. “it’s fine.” he’ll say. “just… next time maybe check twice?” you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. beautiful men should not be allowed to do this.
seungmin will take what you hand him, say thanks in the most neutral tone possible, and that’s it. says thanks but says it wirh the energy of thx.
sometimes he’ll just look through you like you’re not even there. one time you reminded him about something in twenty and he went “yeah i know” so flat you felt stupid for opening your mouth.
he’s not mean exactly, just… done. existing in his own bubble and you’re outside it.
jeongin will mumble thanks when you help him but if he’s stressed he gets his little attitude. “you sure this is the right one?” he asked once, holding up the wrong anything you accidentally gave him. made you feel so dumb. wanted you to feel dumb. then he smiled like he didn’t just lowkey call you incompetent. little shit.
still blushes when you catch him off guard though, so at least there’s that.
the days they’re huge bitches are usually the ones with back to back schedules, zero sleep, and zero breaks. you get it. so yeah, they snap a little. they get pissy. they sigh loud and click tongues and give you the cold shoulder.
but they don’t hate you, actually. none of them has ever complained about you to management or asked for someone else.
they like you enough not to make your life hell, but not enough to treat you like a person most days. you’re useful. reliable. that’s about it. you’re like any other staff, assigned a little closer to them, maybe.
you like watching chan lead them thru another flawless performance like he didn’t almost bite your head off six hours earlier.
men.
and it’s always, a l w a y s, y/n this. y/n that. y/n where is my nonstop. they’re on your dick 24/7.
“y/n.”
“y/n get me water.”
“y/n my in ear is messed up again.”
“y/n where’s the schedule?”
“y/n, hurry.”
even when they’re being bitches they still need you. especially when they’re being bitches.
hyunjin is your favorite to be honest. not because oh bias or anything, just because you actually kinda fuck with the way he’s like this. it’s like those female teachers loving the boys even though the boys are annoying and disrespectful.
“y/n. fix this.” he’ll say, pissy, shoving his half buttoned shirt at you. the stylist buttoned it for him perfectly before, mind you. fuck did he unbutton it for? bitch go tell the stylist this not y/n. (you did it for him)
one time he was in a full mood during rehearsal, everything was wrong, and he kept calling your name every thirty seconds. “y/n this light is too bright.” “y/n the floor feels sticky.”
you fixed it all but told him under your breath “then lick it cleaner, princess”
he actually heard you. you thought you were getting fired right there. wouldn’t even have minded it either, but he just gave you the deadest stare but didn’t say shit because deep down he knows he’s being a hoe.
when chan asks you to bring the this, the that, you bring it. two minutes later: “y/n, the pens?” you bring pens. five minutes later: “y/n—” you almost throw the whole fucking folder at his head.
lee know doesn’t even say full sentences anymore. just “y/n.” and then points at whatever he needs. water. towel. phone charger.
once he did the finger point while staring straight ahead.
you almost broke his finger.
you handed him the thing and he went “mhm”
changbin at least can get a nice tone on for FUCK’s sake. “y/n, sorry, could you get me the…?” it’s every ten minutes. you catch him looking a little guilty sometimes, mayb he knows they’re all overusing you, but then five minutes later he’s doing it again because his brain is fried and your help is nice.
han says thank you at least. he, compared to the others, lowkey leaves you alone. but that’s compared to the others. he still needs this and that and oh also—
felix really likes calling for you. sometimes he adds a tiny “sorry for bothering you again” but then asks for thirty things at once after that.
seungmin takes what you give him and barely look up, but god forbid you’re two steps too slow. he’ll just exhale hard through his nose. he’s on your dick just as much as the rest, just quieter about it.
“y/n…” jeongin mumbles at first, then if you take too long he gets this little smirk. “y/n, you sleeping or what?” he gon get his arm broken very soon, you’re capable of many things. whoop foreshadowing.
anyways, one time he called your name four times in a row because he couldn’t find his own fucking socks and when you finally found them he went “wow you’re slow today” you wanted to stuff the socks in his mouth.
you’ll be in the middle of fixing something on hyunjin(he’s a bitch but still lets you this close to him, says a lot tbh) and chan will call from across the room “y/n, timing?” and han will chime in “y/n i need my phone” and suddenly it’s a chorus of your name from eight different directions.
y/n.
y/n.
y/n.
yeah it’s not rare that you get called for from multiple directions at the same time.
take it when hyunjin and changbin both go y/n at the exact same second.
hyunjin’s voice is already pissy because his shirt collar is sitting weird. “y/n, fix this, it’s choking me.”
changbin is just as demanding but has a nicer tone to it. “y/n… sorry, can you pass me the throat spray? my voice feels off.”
you freeze for half a second while both of them stare at you expecting you to split in two.
hyunjin clicks his tongue. “well?”
you end up tossing the spray to changbin first because he was nicer about it, then you’re on hyunjin adjusting his stupid pretty collar while he looks down at you.
“faster.” he mutters. you want to bite his neck. not in the sexual way. you actually want to rip his veins out.
you two lowk like each other.
then chan. “y/n, is my laptop there?” lee know just lifts one hand lazily without even looking up. “water.” han is waving at you with that big smile that hides how tired he is. “y/n, my protein bar, the chocolate one!” felix raises his hand too “yo y/n, any chance you got my phone?“ seungmin next “y/n, mind grabbing me a coffee? black, thanks.” and jeongin is peeking from behind his phone. “y/n? can you check if my shoes are laced right? feels weird.” he could do it himself, mind you. he just likes to slave you around. all eight do.
all eight. at once. you’re one woman. you have two hands and one brain that’s currently dying.
when y’all have somewhere to be, every five minutes someone needs something. “y/n, my earphones are tangled.” hyunjin, pissy. “y/n, do we have any gum?” felix. “y/n, what time are we arriving again?” chan. lee know doesn’t even say your name, he just looks at you and you already know, water. han is the only one who adds a cute “please” most times, but even he piles on. changbin tries to be independent, at least. seungmin throws a “y/n, charger?” your way. jeongin entertains himself, he’s usually not that big of a problem when you’re out.
one night after a crazy schedule when all of them are quiet for once, changbin murmurs a “y/n, my neck hurts, any painkillers?” and “y/n—” “y/n—” “y/n, me too actually—” “yeah, if you have extra.”
you had to take the deepest breath. you’ll be a good mother after all this practice at least.
but let’s be real, after all this time and you not quitting, the hoes started to slowly trust you.
not in the let’s be besties way, but they know they can count on y/n.
they stop watching you like a hawk when you hold their phones. they leave expensive watches and half used shit on tables and don’t triple check if you moved anything. they even complain about managers infront of you sometimes.
they know you won’t fuck them over.
the biggest change happened because of chan.
it was genuinely a disaster of a night. everything went to shit. at 1:17am he pulled out his phone, texted you that he needs help with something. dorm if you can.
and you went because you’re a damn good assistant. security also let you through because apparently chan had already cleared it.
he opened their door in a black hoodie and sweats, hair so cute, looking equal parts grateful and dead. but he was really, really, really relieved to see you. “come in. sorry it’s a mess.”
it was messy, but sure, they’re men.
andyou spent the whole night at their tiny dining table with him. everything work related was on the table. chan was surprisingly open once the door was closed.
you even massaged his shoulders for ten minutes when he looked close to death. he kept muttering “thanks… seriously y/n” every hour or so. woah, gratitude we see there?
he really needed you that night. he needed the help he doesn’t usually take.
then jeongin’s little bitchass walked out of his room around 3:30am wearing nothing but black boxers, hair sticking up everywhere, half asleep and scratching his stomach.
he just gave you a lazy little slap on the arm as he passed. “hey, y/n.” he mumbled, walking weird(nothing happened, men just walk weird sometimes we know that), drank a huge glass of water, then casually walked back to his room.
your mouth went dry. he looked so hot.
chan just shook his head.
you powered through. by 6am chan had everything solid.
he told you to “go home. take the whole day off tomorrow— today. whatever. you earned it. i’ll tell management.” you tried to argue but he just shook his head. “no. sleep.” like okay dada.
each of the others had their opinions of this night, of course. most of the disagreement was pointed towards chan, not you. it was chan who let staff this close into their finally earned personal space, and you were just doing your job. but just again, this was most. the ones who think less in general, felix for an example, or seungmin but he does use his brain, those were the ones who did feel a little bit different about you.
but even they got over it because they have bigger shit to deal with.
plus… you’re actually fun to be around.
they realized that.
chan, after that all nighter, looks at you with actual respect. you’re not just staff anymore but someone who has his back, even though you’re doing it because you get paid for it.
“y/n, handle this for me?” and you do, because you’re reliable as fuck and he knows. you’re pretty much the only staff member who doesn’t make his head hurt.
then one afternoon you were sitting on a couch and… minho sat down next to you? like so next to you that his whole thick sidewas pressed up against yours. thigh to thigh, arm to arm, everything.
and he talked to you??? “i don’t like this schedule.” he muttered. “they keep adding shit. you notice that too?” you nodded like a dumbass and he kept going, complaining about this and that.
five whole minutes of lee know having a conversation while basically cuddling you on a tiny couch. you didn’t move. you didn’t breathe too loud. when he finally got up he just gave you one nod and left. your leg was asleep for twenty minutes after. men are disgustingly hot.
all because he saw that chan put trust in you.
changbin has straight up adopted you. he follows you around whenever he’s not needed, chatting about random stuff just to talk to you. other staff have literally gotten used to seeing the two of you walking side by side down every corridor.
you’re delivering papers? he’s right there beside you, chatting. you’re grabbing coffee for everyone? he tags along carrying one cup just to talk.
hyunjin started this disgusting new habit where he’ll stress eat half a fucking sandwich, or a granola bar, or some random pastry, then shove the sad remains straight into your hand.
“here. it’s yours now.”
one time it was a half eaten banana and he just pressed the mushy end into your palm while looking you dead in the eye.
“finish it.”
you stood there holding warm banana goo wondering how the fuck your life got to this point.
you were starving though. his saliva didn’t even taste that bad.
one night, like really late night when the others were still recording in the booth and you were sitting in the couch of that room, han just… sat in your lap??
“y/n, bounce me.”
so you kept talking to another staff member while you had your arms around the man and bounced your knees up and down. his ass was warm and heavy and every bounce made your thighs burn.
the unprofessional ever.
he enjoyed it though and that’s what matters. (this action will have consequences ahh)
one evening felix texted you saying he needed help with some paperwork shit at the dorm because he was too wiped to think straight. other staff usually deal with it for him but this time they shoved it into his hands and he had to take it home.
anyways. when you were there you made the mistake of saying “that shirt looks nice on you” professionally!!
felix paused, looked down at it, then just peeled it off right there, tossed it at your face and said “keep it.”
you caught it on instinct, fabric still warm from his body, and stood there holding a shirt worth a kidney.
seungmin usually keeps his distance but one night he was heading down to grab late night food for the boys. he asked the boys first, the usual, then turned to you. “y/n, you want anything?”
you stopped. seungmin remembering the staff exists? seungmin offering?
you muttered something about candy and he nodded, came back twenty minutes later with your little chocolate bar.
you’d been promoted from staff to lowkey pet.
some night you had to stand outside with some important smoking higher people while the boys were indoors, it was freezing. jeongin noticed from the window, disappeared for thirty seconds, then came out and draped his own jacket over your shoulders with a friendly smile. you thanked him hundreds of times but he just waved you off and went back inside. he jacket smelled like him. boy sweat, cologne, whatever detergent they use with chan. your mouth watered a little remembering the boxers incident. men make you feral.
as long as you’re around, shit runs smoother.
you’re just trying not to moan out loud when another one of them does something intimate while calling your name for the hundredth time that day.
fucking men. fucking hoes.
fucking unbelievable.
fucking sweet.
you’re back in chan and jeongin’s dorm again, way past midnight , because apparently “just one more hour of reviewing this” turned into “let’s camp out until the sun comes up.”
jeongin is already passed out in his room.
the whole situation screams unprofessional from every angle. you, sitting on the floor next to chan’s bed with your laptop balanced on your knees while he sits in his gaming chair, elbows on the desk, staring at his own screen.
the room smells like him. you like it.
you’re in your boss’s bedroom at 2am helping him work. assistant duties, sure. but still. hope we can all see what’s up.
chan rubs his eyes with one big hand and sighs. “y/n… you any good with this negotiation shit?”
you stretch your back. “yeah, i’m decent. learned a bunch from the last company i was at. act like you’re doing them a favor. also i’m good at reading between the lines on email tone, when they’re bluffing, when they’re actually pissed, that kinda thing.”
he nods, listening.
“honestly, i’m good at a lot of shit.” you say. “i know, uuh, spreadsheets, schedules, calming down people, giving killer blowjobs when the situation calls for it.”
the second the words leave your mouth your soul leaves your body.
you slap both hands over your face. “oh my god, chan, i’m so fucking sorry. that was disgusting. i was joking. i’m just exhausted, my brain’s not working, please pretend i didn’t say that. holy shit i wanna die.”
he stares at you for a second, then lets out this little surprised laugh, shoulders shaking a little. that whole combo looks good on him.
“fuck, okay. it’s fine, y/n. really. we’re both running on no sleep. don’t worry about it. shit slips out.” chuckling a little, eyes crinkling at the corners. “didn’t expect that one, though.”
you nod fast, mumble a “heh yeah mhm” face burning, wanting to disappear, and force your eyes back to your screen.
the silence that follows feels different than before.
minutes tick by. you’re both typing again, but the energy in the room has changed. bad. human energy. physical.
chan keeps glancing over.
then he clears his throat. “y/n.”
you look up. you know you’re going to get fired in this saint second.
“would you… be down for it?”
huh?
“down for what?”
he exhales through his nose, he can’t believe he’s saying this out loud. “the blowjob.” and immediately he leans back, hands coming up. “fuck, sorry, that came out wrong. i didn’t mean to make it weird, this is so unprofessional, i’m your boss basically, we’re both tired, this is crossing every line, i haven’t had any action in months and i’m tired, just forget i said anything—”
“sure.”
“sure?”
you swallow. “i mean… yeah. if you want. we can keep it professional. i’m offering to help because it’s my job. i don’t mind helping. really. like no weirdness after. or any attachment if that’s what you’re afraid of. just… relief. like the other stuff i do for you guys. we both know this stays between us.”
he watches you for a long time, searching your face. making sure you’re not fucking with him.
holy shiiiiit.
the leader in him is clearly fighting the man who’s been running on stress for months.
finally his eyebrows move lower on his face. he looks so good. “you sure? i don’t want you feeling like you have to. if it’s a hard no, say it. we go back to work and pretend this conversation never happened.”
you nod, setting your laptop aside on the bed. “i’m sure. we’re both adults. you trust me enough to let me in here. i trust you enough to keep it between us. it’s just… helping. professionally, i guess.”
chan rubs his face with both hands, then drops them, looking at you with disbelief. “fuck. okay. yeah. if you’re really down… that would actually be… shit, i don’t even know how to say it without sounding like an asshole.”
he shifts in the chair, the move making his sweats pull tighter across his lap. you don’t let your eyes drop there. not yet.
“i want to, chan. shut up and let your assistant help.”
“alright. if you’re sure.”
you nod, heart racing, moving toward him on the floor.
the air between you crackles with how fucking human and inevitable this whole thing is.
wait, no, i meant to say professional.
totally fucking professional.
he watches you approach, throat working as he swallows. hot. “y/n…”
“mm?”
“thank you. seriously.”
you smile, sweet, beautiful, even as you settle down between his spread legs. “anytime, chan. now relax and let me do my job.”
the laptop screen glows behind him, forgotten. for the first time in weeks, mr leader looks like he actually feels something besides depression.
you keep your voice to a whisper, soft and comforting, you’re so good at it. “it’s okay. you’ve been so wound up. let me take care of it.”
his eyes are locked on yours, and now you can actually feel them do something to you. you can already see the outline of him straining against the front of his sweats, tented up nice and obvious now, the shape of his cock pushing forward cuz it’s been trying to wave hello after you two danced around the idea for ten whole minutes.
you drag one finger in slow, lazy circles on the inside of his thigh. god, that’s a muscle there. up and down.
“that’s it.” you whisper. “just let it happen. you’re safe with me tonight.”
he lets out a low, shaky breath through his nose, thighs spreading wider. the outline gets thicker, harder, the head of him nudging more obviously against the fabric until the whole thing is basically throbbing there, begging.
you keep circling that finger, pressing a little firmer each time, watching the way his cock jumps every time you get close but never quite touch it yet.
when he’s fully hard, cock standing so stiff it’s almost pathetic how it strains the waistband of his sweats, a tiny wet spot already forming where the tip is leaking, you finally hook your fingers into the elastic. slow as fuck. you tug the sweats down his hips inch by inch, letting them bunch around his cute ankles. his boxer briefs come next, black and snug, the front stretched obscenely over the fat length of him. you peel those down too, careful, watching his cock spring free and slap up against his stomach with a soft, heavy sound.
and jesus fucking christ.
he’s big. not porn star ridiculous ofc, but real man big. thick, veiny, kind of cock that makes your mouth water. like wdym your boss has been packing this the whole time? the head is flushed, already shiny with pre cum beading at the slit. his balls are heavy underneath, drawn up tight from how turned on he is, nestled in a bush of dark pubes that get light when going up his pretty little stomach. makes your stomach flip.
“y/n… shit, i haven’t had time to, i’m not really shav—”
you press a finger to your lips, a soft shh, then slide a hand up his thigh and squeeze the thick muscle there, reassuring. “don’t. seriously. it’s fine. you’re perfect like this.”
you don’t mind. you expected it. this man barely has time to sleep, let alone shave his junk.
his eyes go wide.
hungry.
that little thing, you telling him he’s perfect just changed something in his dumb man brain and now he’s stupidly, suddenly attracted to you in a way that goes waaaay past professional relief. not just attracted, attached.
his cock twitches hard in the air between you, confirming it, another bead of pre sliding down the shaft.
you spit into your palm. lands loud in the quiet room. not so ladylike but after all it is, because you use it to wrap your hand around the base of him. slow. so fucking slow. feels so funny. in the hot way.
you stroke up from the root all the way to the head, thumb swirling over the leaking tip to spread everything nice and slick. down again, twisting your wrist a little, spreading your spit around, feeling the way his pubes tickle the side of your hand on every pass.
chan’s head falls back against the chair. he lets out these low little sounds. guttural might be the best word. a deep “mmph” when you squeeze tighter on the upstroke. a shaky exhale that turns into a quiet little groan when you drag your thumb right under the head where he’s most sensitive. his balls are basically in love with you.
you keep it slow, just learning the shape of him, the way his cock pulses in your grip, learning how he’s built.
work’s gonna be real difficult after this, knowing the exact shape of your boss’ cock, but whatever. now’s not the time to think about that.
another spit, right onto the head this time, and you spread it with your palm, making everything messy.
looks obscene. looks like him.
he’s leaking constantly now, precum mixing with your spit and dripping down over your knuckles.
you twist your hand on the way back up, firm, perfect, and chan’s hips jerk once, oh fuck he didn’t mean to, a “fuck”slipping out.
you keep going like that. long strokes. base to tip. tip to base. sometimes you pause at the head and just milk him with your thumb and fingers, watching more pre ooze out. sometimes you roll his balls gently in your other hand, feeling how full they are, how manly.
every sound he makes is quiet but real, that’s why it’s so hot, low grunts, shaky sighs, the occasional deep something in his chest that you can’t quite identify. his hands are gripping the arms of the chair.
you glance up at him every few strokes, catching the way his jaw clenched, eyes half lidded, so so so hot, and fixed on your hand working him, that beautiful face flushed and fucked up already.
he looks like he came six fucking times already and you’ve barely even started. he looks fucking gone. the outline in his pants was nothing compared to the real thing, big, heavy in your hand, twitching and leaking.
shit, like he hasn’t been touched in months.
chan lets out another quiet groan, hips shifting, moving up into your hand. his cock is flushed darker now, veins standing out, the head glossy and swollen. beautiful.
you squeeze his thigh again with your free hand, comforting, and he melts a little more into the chair, another “mmh…” escaping him.
you’re really fucking good at this.
you keep stroking him slowly and slick for a few more (torturous) seconds, watching his cock live in your fist, veins bulging, the head shiny and leaking. chan’s thighs are tense as fuck around you, muscles flexing in pleasure. his breathing is rough, the low grunts turning into shaky little huffs that he’s clearly trying to keep quiet because jeongin is still in the building.
you lean in closer, spit one more onto the tip. it lands and slides down the shaft, mixing with all the pre already dripping everywhere.
then you finally stop the foreplay.
you take him into your mouth.
the second your lips wrap around the swollen head chan has to take a biiiig breath, head tilted back, his mouth shut, teeth gritted.
you sink down fast, taking as much of his thick cock as you can in one go, lips hugging the girth. so snug. half his length disappears into your (hot, wet) mouth and you hollow your cheeks immediately, wow, sucking like you’re trying to pull the stress right out of his balls.
chan’s hand flies to the back of your head, then leaves it because he remembers you’re his assistant, and flies to the chair instead. his hips thrust up, chasing you, and you let him, relaxing your throat so another inch slides in.
his eyes actually cross.
the head bumps the back of your throat and you swallow around him, throat muscles struggling, but still milking the tip. spit is already pouring out the corners of your mouth, dripping down his shaft and soaking into the dark pubes at the base. you don’t care. you bob your head, then again, and again, sloppy and greedy(for your boss’ cock), gluck gluck gluck.
chan has to breathe with his mouth open to bear with the pleasure.
every time you pull back you swirl your tongue around the head, sucking hard on the sensitive underside before diving back down, nose pressing into his pubes on the deepest strokes.
it’s so obscene. so filthy. has that human smell that’s almost disgusting but more hot.
his balls are right there, heavy(makes him even hotter in your eyes), so you reach up with one hand and roll them gently, fingers slipping through the soft hair covering them, tugging, massaging, making his cock jump in your mouth.
the sounds he’s making are pure porn.
“y/n… fuck— y/n—”
music. to. your. fucking. ears.
it’s the only opinion he can get out. pure disbelief that his quiet, sweet little assistant is sucking his soul out through his dick like a pro. where the fuck did you learn to do this? the question is written all over his fucked face, but all that comes out is another desperate “y/n… shit—”
you hum around him. his cock twitches violently on your tongue, another thick spurt of pre flooding your mouth. you swallow it down greedily, moaning softly so he feels it, then pull off just long enough to spit on him again. messy, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening cock, so unprofessional(well no fucking shit), before you dive back in even harder.
you’re giving him your best. head bobbing fast and sloppy, one hand stroking what your mouth can’t reach, twisting. the other hand keeps playing with his balls, feeling how full and heavy they are, how the skin wrinkles under your fingers.
spit is everywhere. dripping down your chin, running down his shaft, soaking his pubes.
every time you take him deep your throat makes these disgusting gurgling noises and chan’s thighs start shaking around your shoulders.
he’s panting now, chest heaving under his hoodie, head thrown back against the chair. his whines are getting higher, god, he can’t believe how good it feels.
his cock is rock hard and pulsing, the head basically exploding in pleasure everytime it hits the back of your throat. you suck harder, cheeks hollowed, tongue working the underside.
good little assistant you are.
you pull off for a second to catch your breath, strings of thick spit connecting your swollen lips to his cock. you stroke him fast with your slick hand, watching the way his balls tighten even more, the way his pubes are soaked and clinging to his skin. then you lean down and take him back down, burying your nose in his pubes until your throat is bulging around him.
chan is gone. completely gone. not here anymore. his whines turn into these animal groans that he tries to muffle with his fist, but they still leak out.
you go faster now. sloppier. throat relaxing so you can take him even deeper, nose grinding into him. spit bubbles at the corners of your mouth and drips onto his balls. your hand keeps working the base, stroking in time with your mouth, squeezing. his cock is so wet it sounds disgusting, loud, wet, filthy sucking noises that would be embarrassing if either of you gave a single fuck right now.
his thighs are trembling hard around you. his abs are clenching under the hoodie.
you look up at him through wet lashes, eyes watering from how deep you’re taking him, and the sight of the big strong leader completely dying because of your mouth is enough to make you moan around his cock.
you feel the power of your situation. your jaw is starting to ache but you don’t care. you love it. you love how his thighs are shaking around your shoulders, how his balls feel in your palm, how every time you pull off for a breath a string of spit connects your swollen lips to his glistening cock and he stares down at you like he’s seeing god.
he’s leaking so much it’s constant now, salty and warm and kinda ew, sliding down your throat while you moan around him because you’re so fucking turned on it hurts.
you feel powerful. you feel wanted. you feel the stress melting out of his body.
he doesn’t want this to end, but he’s so close that it might very soon. because you’re that good.
that’s why his hips don’t stop twitching, squirming around, and his thighs spread more, trembling, and that “y/n… y/n…” turns into one long moan.
you push deeper, swallowing around him, throat squeezing tight as the first thick rope of cum shoots down your throat. it’s hot, salty, a lot, months of stress and no release all pouring out in wild spurts that you swallow greedily, cheeks hollowed, eyes watering you keep sucking through it, milking him with your mouth and hand while he cums and cums and cums like he’s never going to stop. doesn’t taste that good but you’re just doing your job, aren’t you, y/n?
“y/n— fuck— y/n—” his voice is so fucking whiny it makes your pussy clench.
you take every twitch, every throb, every spurt as it coats your tongue and slides down. your toes are curled. the musky smell of him mixed with fresh cum is so filthy and human it makes your head spin.
you keep working him through the whole thing, slow and gentle now, sucking softly on the sensitive head while the last weak pulses dribble onto your tongue.
his cock is twitching, now just half hard, shiny and messy with spit and cum when you finally pull off. sounds wet. a string of saliva and semen connects your swollen lips to his tip for a second before it breaks and drips onto his balls.
you swallow one last time, then back on your heels, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. “all done, boss.”
chan’s slumped in the chair, chest heaving, eyes half lidded and kinda crossed??, mouth open. he looks like he doesn’t know whether to propose or cry.
he sighs. reaches down slowly, tucking his spent, spit shiny cock back into his boxers with shaky hands, then yanks his sweats up over his hips. the wet spot on the front is lame. funny. then sits there for a second, rebooting.
then he stands up on slightly unsteady legs, runs a hand through his messy hair, and mutters “i’m… gonna take a quick shower. you can go home. i mean— fuck, not like i’m sending you home, god no, i’m not that much of an asshole. i just… you’ve been here all night, you should rest—”
“i know what you mean. it’s okay. i’ll head out.” voice sweet and professional like you didn’t just swallow his load two minutes ago.
he nods, relief and some emotional dilema on his face. he looks like he wants to say something bigger but doesn’t know how. instead he just says “do you want tomorrow off? you earned it. more than earned it.”
you shake your head, standing up and smoothing your clothes. “no, i’m good. i’ll see you. don’t worry about me.”
he watches you gather your stuff for a second, then nods.
you slip out of the apartment as quietly as you can.
your lips feel swollen, your jaw aches, and you can still taste him. your panties are soaked through, thighs sticky, and your brain is a mess of what the fuck did i just do and holy shit that was hot.
back inside, chan stands under the shower for a long time, hot water pounding on his shoulders, trying to wrap his head around the fact that his you, his assistant, just got on her knees and sucked him dry.
he keeps thinking of the way you looked up at him, the way you swallowed everything, the little cheeky “all done, boss” after. god, that was hot. cherry on fucking top.
his chest feels tight. it has nothing to do with the orgasm and everything to do with how much he suddenly wants to pull you close and make you his girl. and with the stress and anxiety, of course. how will tomorrow go? will you act normal? how will the boys find out? ugh. he might just go and cuddle up next to jeongin in hopes of getting some comfort, for fuck’s sake.
and… oh my god, you’re back at it the next day like nothing happened, running around. like, for all eight of them again. y/n get this, y/n fix that strap, y/n where’s my fucking charger, y/n my coffee’s cold.
y/n you deserve a month off. a year. a life. respect to you.
and you and chan are scarily professional. no signs. no weird eye contact, no blushing, nothing. wow.
you hand him something and he says “thanks” you fix something on him and he just nods.
but there’s this new tension in the air that the other seven clock immediately.
chan is… softer. more boy than man. or maybe more man than boy. his shoulders aren’t as locked up. that’s good. he laughs a little quicker at han’s dumb jokes. and his eyes keep flicking to you when you’re across the room, then away. he even says “take it easy today, y/n” once in passing, and you smile at him like you didn’t have his cock down your throat eight hours ago.
the boys aren’t stupid. they’ve known chan for years, we know that. they can read that man easily.
so the second they’re alone, one of the bigger studio rooms or green rooms or whatever after the afternoon schedule, doors shut, no staff, just the eight of them sprawled on couches...
“okay what the fuck is up with you and y/n?” han asks legs kicked up on the coffee table. “did something happen?”
chan freezes mid sip of his water. “what? no. shut up.”
hyunjin leans forward. “no, something’s up. are you okay?”
chan rubs his face, puts the water down. he keeps glancing at the door. “it’s not— look, it’s nothing. we’re fine. drop it.”
changbin watches him. “you know you can tell us.”
“no, it’s not about y/n.”
“then?”
chan groans, head falling back against the couch. he’s quiet for a long minute, jaw working, chewing on his mouth, clearly fighting with himself. plus he just lied about it not being about you. fuck.
the silence is killing them.
“…y/n blew me, okay?”
dead silence.
“like..?” han mumbles, grabbing imaginary hair in front of him and thrusting his hips forward into the air like he’s face fucking someone.
hyunjin watches. giggles. says “like..?” and tilts his head back, opens his mouth wide, and jerks both hands up and down like he’s milking a cock into an open mouth. “like this?” his voice is so cute, giggling, laughing, smiling ear to ear. he’s beautiful.
“like..?” felix pokes his tongue hard into his cheek so it bulges out while he jacks the air next to his face with one hand.
“like..?” changbin twists both hands in the air like he’s gripping a thick shaft, then leans forward and makes loud sucking noises above it, hollowing his cheeks, eyes big and looking up at chan while he does the most pornographic blowjob mime you’ve ever seen. “mmh… mmh… like this? deepthroat?”
“like..?” jeongin smirks and makes a fist, then bobs his head down on it fast while making exaggerated gagging sounds. “y/n taking the whole thing?“
“like..?” seungmin leans back and acts like he’s holding a hair above his crotch, pulling the imaginary hair up and down.
minho giggles out loud. “like..?” then starts thrusting up into the air, holding himself up with his back on the couch he’s sitting on.
chan buries his face in his hands, ears red.
they’re all laughing their fuckasses off but are also genuinely shocked. like did this really happen? in their years of careers this actually happened? to chan??
“no fucking way—”
“how the hell did she take you?”
“you didn’t tell us?”
“did she swallow?”
“was it good?”
chan groans. head in his hands. “yes, okay? it was… fuck, it was insane.” he slaps his face with the two hands holding it up. “she’s really good at it. i didn’t even know… i still don’t know how. and we’re keeping it professional. it was just… stress relief. one time. that’s it. i asked her for it and she said yes.”
the room goes quiet.
then han starts thrusting into the air again, laughing in chan’s face.
felix pokes his tongue in his cheek again, then pulling it away and poking it back really fast, going into chan’s face.
changbin is screaming laughing, still twisting the air. minho can’t breathe and keeps slapping changbin’s shoulders as he twists around from silent laughter.
“and you did that next to me?” jeongin whines but he’s smiling ear to ear. he’s so entertained.
“when’s my turn?“ hyunjin asks.
chan throws a pillow at him. “shut the fuck up. none of you say shit to her. i’m serious. this stays here.”
they all nod, still laughing, still processing. they’re shocked as fuck. horny. jealous. proud. men.
and now every single one of them is now lowkey wondering how the fuck they can get on your good side next.
and boom, they’re suddenly… nicer. not in a fake polite way. in a scary, intentional, grown man way. suddenly, they’re not huge assholes.
minho sits next to you again. and again. and again. always watching you talk, chin in his palm usually, nodding along, smiling, laughing with you. what the fuck.
changbin finds you on the halls again. “y/n, how long have you been doing this kind of work? do you like it? does it get exhausting dealing with us all day?” his pretty eyes focused on your face. when you say it can be hard, he smiles and says “you’re really good at it. we notice, you know.” then he lightly bumps your shoulder with his. you notice that too.
hyunjin actually waits until you’re close and gently tugs your sleeve. “y/n. come here for a second.” when you step closer he holds out his iced coffee like an offering. “taste this. too sweet again?” you take a sip and he watches your mouth the whole time, eyes intense. baby stop. “hm. ‘kay.” then he gives you this tiny half smile and walks off. you stand there blinking like he just grew a second head.
han full on grabs your arm during break, tugging you over to the couch he’s sitting on. “y/n sit with me for a bit. my shoulders are bad from yesterday, can you press here?” he makes you touch him.
felix leans against the wall next to you during a break, not in the cringe way but in that boyish loose way that’s so ggrgrghghh, sipping his drink, and goes “so what do you do when you’re not running after us? any hobbies? boyfriend? …no? hm.”
seungmin also uses the digging technique first. “you got family around here? siblings? what made you want to work in this industry?” he asks you. listens. anything for his dick tbh, even though your answers aren’t boring.
jeongin usually smiles ear to ear when he gets close to you, using his voice. using it good. or asks you to pass things that are literally in fucking arm reach, putting his fingers on yours purposely. his best attempt at flirting.
and chan is trying so fucking hard. he’s professional, respectful, gives you space… but his eyes follow you constantly.
“y/n, thanks.” “y/n, good job.” oh suddenly he can be grateful.
when no one’s watching he squeezes your shoulder gently, even.
uhuh there goes being professional and he knows that.
why isn’t he stopping himself? why can’t he listen to his brain when it’s about something this important? it was a one time thing. fuck.
the way they’re all suddenly tugging your arm, asking about your life, watching your mouth when you talk, finding excuses to be close… it’s too coordinated. too on purpose. too curious. too hungry. too boy.
you have a pretty strong guess that chan cracked and told them at least some version of what happened that night.
the thought makes your face hot every time one of them calls your name now because now it feels meant. like they’re all imagining the same thing.
and they’re so good at it. these are grown men who’ve spent years charming fans, interviewers, sponsors. they know exactly how to act, what to say. they learned this.
they’re doing this to get something. it’s lowkey mind games. that’s their whole life already.
because they’re wondering the same thing. if she did that for chan… what would she do for me?
plus they value chan so much that the fact he let you that close somehow makes you… safe. approved. part of the inner circle now. it’s weirdly sweet when we ignore the fact that they’re only doing it to get some game too.
my actual respect goes for the way they’re still pros on the surface, perfect smiles for cameras or other people, flawless interviews and public presence, but the second the staff clears out or the doors close, you’re left and their imagination of the position you sucked chan off with.
but around you, so unprofessional.
which is horrible, but they keep doing it.
minho actually contains himself, kind of. just sometimes puts an arm behind you when sitting with you on a couch. testing how you’d feel under him. or he’ll press his palm flat against your waist to gently move you aside when he wants something from the table behind you. like hello to you too daddy.
changbin catches you in the hallway, gently grabs your waist to turn you toward him. “y/n, wait, can you—” all the time. he’s wondering how you’d look looking up at him with those same helpful eyes while your mouth is full.
you’re helping hyunjin adjust his collar(it’s the fucking stylists’ job, why did he demand you to do it?) when his hand slides around your waist from behind, holding onto you.
“tighter on the left.” he mutters.
when you’re finished he gives your waist a tiny squeeze before letting go.
han actually gives you hugs now. like a saying hi hug in the mornings which always he initiates. hugging just to touch, no emotion behind it. it’s unprofessional and annoying. he’s not a smart man but has a goal now. he’s interested and so is something else on him.
felix keeps it casual. he leans in while you’re handing him water, but leans in on purpose. “thanks, y/n.” oh hello getting polite aren’t we.
seungmin is not touchy. respect tbh.
not like jeongin, who tugs you by the waist constantly now. “y/n, come here real quick.” wants his dick sucked NOW.
and they’re talking to you more than ever. and they exchange the information they got. they are standing on business. they’re horny boys first, idols second right now.
plus they can see that the energy between you and chan is thick as fuck now. he texts you more, he lets you into his space easier. during a late rehearsal he pulls you aside and tells you “that night, it helped. a lot. more than you know.”
the tension is there, but nothing sexual has happened again. yet. he’s holding back, trying to be professional, but you can feel how bad he wants more.
too bad the other seven want a piece of whatever chan got that night.
felix is the straighest about it. during a break he leans in, eyes dragging over you, slowly(he was trained to do this), and goes “you look good today, y/n. really good.” it sounds friendly on the surface, like a casual compliment, but the way his gaze lingers on your lips and then drops to your chest makes it anything but. he smiles after, boyish, beautiful, like he didn’t just eye fuck you in broad daylight. waiter waiter a whole box of xanax please
the others are sneakier but still deeply unprofessional and they know it. they ask about your life like they’re actually interested, but the questions always have this undertone now. because they just want your body.
minho sits next to you again, thigh pressed to yours DADA, and has actual conversations. “you like taking care of people, huh?” he says, eyes on your face. then, quieter, “must feel good when someone takes care of you back.” he wants to be the one making you feel good.
changbin is with you in the hallway again. “do you ever get lonely? with how much we keep you running around? you deserve someone who takes care of you too, you know.”
hyunjin keeps shoving half eaten shit into your hands but now he watches your mouth when you eat it. “good?” he asks. yeah sure whatever dude pull the willy out if you want it sucked so bad.
han once asks “you got any plans after schedule? maybe we could hang… talk more.” ??? the unprofessional ever.
seungmin asked you one day “you ever think about what you want outside of work? like… personal stuff?” the way he looked at you when he said “personal” made it clear he was imagining you spread out and moaning someone’s name. probably his.
once when the boys were talking, jeongin turned to you and asked “you, y/n? what do you do for release?” he clearly could have said to unwind or something, and he makes that known with a cheeky raise of his eyebrows too. fucking hell.
and you can tell chan is fighting with himself sometimes.
he’ll be in the middle of a conversation with you, genuinely business shit, and then something will run across his face. a tiny frown, a quick glance away, the responsible leader part of his brain is yelling “what the fuck are you doing, she’s staff” while the rest of him is just glad you exist. glad he has you. glad there’s someone who saw him at his really stressed and still chose to help without making it weird after.
most of the time the glad part wins. he lets you closer now.
the other seven? they don’t have that conflict.
they just want to hit.
bad.
they want to know what that mouth feels like. what those hands would do if they asked nicely (or not so nicely). they want to see if their sweet little assistant would get on her knees for them too, if she’d moan their name if it cane to that.
it’s horny, selfish, and they know all of them are on the same page. chan’s always so done with them when the topic comes to this.
and oh, hyunjin, the evil shit.
he waits until changbin mentions during lunch that he’s sleeping over at chan and jeongin’s dorm tomorrow night. boys are so cute when they’re excited about their little sleepovers. like aw they planned it one day sooner. hyune just nods and says nothing.
next day, after the evening schedule wraps, hyunjin finds you alone in the hallway while you’re packing up something.
he tugs your arm, pulls you closer than necessary, and says “y/n. come over tonight.”
“to yours?”
“yeah. changbin’s gone. it’ll just be me. i need help with something. personal. you know how it is.”
he doesn’t say it outright but the implication is thick as fuck. he waited until his own roommate, his best friend, was safely out of the picture. didn’t even hint to changbin. didn’t mention it to chan. just saw his opening and took it like the selfish pretty bitch he is. it’s an asshole move, one hundred percent. but hyunjin doesn’t care right now. he wants his turn. he wants to see if you’ll help him the way you helped chan.
you stand there, heart hammering, because you know exactly what he’s asking. he doesn’t know you know.
and you’re tempted.
and that’s how you end up at their place. well, right now just his.
you’re barely two steps inside when the door clicks shut behind you and hyunjin turns around.
oh, the lighting is actually nice. this is absolutely a nice place, fits them too, looks so good and combined with the smell of men—
“i want you to suck me off.”
you choke. your eyes go wide and you cough once, hard, hand flying up to your throat. “jesus fucking christ, hyunjin.”
“what? you did it for chan. i want it too.”
the confidence is insane.
you’re not even against it, the thought has been sitting in the back of your head ever since they all started acting weird, but jesus christ the delivery.
“okay… wow. straight to it, huh?” you mumble.
“why drag it out?” he says, already walking past you toward the couch. “we both know why you’re here. you’re not stupid. i’m not stupid.” he drops onto the couch, legs spread. “you can have a glass of wine first if you want. there’s some. or water. whatever makes you comfortable. but i’m not waiting all night.”
you stand there blinking, mouth still a little open. the audacity is actually impressive. “right.”
“then sit down for a second. talk if you want. or don’t. i don’t care.“
you do sit, on the other end of the couch, legs crossed, trying to act like this is a normal conversation. you talk a little about the schedules, how tired everyone looks, how you noticed they’ve all been… different lately.
hyunjin listens, nodding once or twice, but his eyes keep dropping to your lips. he’s not subtle. he clearly gives zero fuck about your feelings and wants his cock sucked like yesterday.
he’s straining against his jeans, god, but also… there’s this… romantic tension radiating off him. or maybe it’s leaning into the sexual territory too, but it is romantic, somewhere. both of you know something is about to go down and both of you know the other knows.
after a few minutes you sigh, rubbing your temple. “okay. sure. i’ll do it.”
his whole face changes. not a big smile, he’s too cool for that, but his eyes light up. eyebrows go up. he’s visibly more excited. “yeah?”
“yeah. just… keep it between us.”
“obviously.”
fucking liar.
okay both of you know chan did not hold his fucking mouth so saying it was straight up pointless. hyunjin seems even worse at keeping secrets, you’re putting less hope into this staying a secret than you did with chan.
but you’re just doing your job, after all. he’s your boss, up to him if he keeps it.
he yanks his belt open right then right there right away, the metal clinking and it sounds hot for some reason, then pops the button on his jeans but doesn’t push them down yet. just leaves them open, the zipper halfway down, the black waistband of his underwear already visible. he spreads his legs wider, one arm draped over the back of the couch ,and looks at you.
“come here then.”
okay. wow. right. okay. you move closer, then slowly sink down on the floor. it’s humiliating, considering he’s so above you in all aspects. that’s why it’s so hot.
the second you drop to your knees between his spread thighs his face, his expression shifts into something evil. satisfied, mostly. that beautiful smile, small, smug, evil, spreads across his pretty face.
“look at you.” he mutters.
he’s so hot it’s actually fucking unfair. like so unfair. fuck your fucking chungus life. that body relaxed on the couch like he was born to be serviced. this might be the perfect way to say it, born to be serviced. shame he’s also dumb and evil and weirdly romantic.
but right now he’s just a horny boy who waited until his roommate was gone so he could have you all to himself.
you settle between his legs, hands resting on his thighs. the denim is warm under your palms. his cock is already hard, been for a while, pushing against the black fabric, the outline calling your name. the tension in the room is stroking it by itself.
hyunjin reaches down, slow, and threads his fingers through your hair. “go on then, y/n. show me what you showed channie.”
you’re here for work.
so you lean in, breath ghosting over the bulge in his underwear, and watch the way his thighs tense under your hands and that satisfied smile spreads more. like he’s so happy that he’s smiling. it’s cute, if you think about it.
you reach up slowly, fingers helping tug the jeans down his thighs. they pool around his ankles and he kicks them off lazily, leaving him in just the black boxers that are so tented.
then you, slowly, peel those down too, his cock springs out, slapping up. makes your mouth water.
completely shaven, by the way. oiled and all this morning but wouldn’t tell a soul. prepared like a whore. knew he was gonna get his dick sucked tonight and wanted it perfect.
doesn’t care about you but gives a shit about how you experience him.
you wrap your hand around the base first, feeling him up. learning how the little guy works.
you squeeze gently, feeling the signature silky skin texture of dick, of genitals in general, slide over the hardness underneath, and hyunjin lets out this soft, breathy little sound that you’ve never heard from him before. a quiet “mmh…”
you start stroking him slow as fuck, up and down the whole length, thumb swirling over the head every time you reach the top. there’s not much pre for now, his dick isn’t as desperate as chan’s was, but you can work with anything.
you can always work with anything.
you spit into your other hand, loud and wet, and wrap it around him too, using both now, slicking him up until everything’s shiny and messy and dripping down over his bare balls. a little lube would help a lot but you won’t kill the mood now by having the audacity to ask for it.
hyunjin’s head tips back against the couch. “fuck… that’s good.” he murmurs, voice angelic. “just like that… yeah.“
he’s enjoying the hell out of it.
his balls are drawn up tight already, adorable how men’s bodies work, smooth and warm, and when you drag your fingers down to cup them he lets out another one of those pretty sounds, a quiet “ahh… shit” that makes your pussy throb because who the fuck knew evil reincarnated, hwang hyunjin(he’s not even that bad you two are just dramatic about each other) could sound like that.
you keep it torturously slow, just like you did with chan. long strokes from base to tip, twisting at the head, squeezing just right so some pre oozes out.
you lean in close enough that your breath ghosts over the wet head and hyunjin’s fingers tighten in your hair. he likes the power situation he’s in.
his cock is finally leaking now, easier to work with. slick. shiny. you can feel his heartbeat in it, pulsing under your palm, so smooth and pretty because he fucking prepared for you.
“mmh. fuck, y/n… slower for a second.” he breathes. he’s so into it his cheeks are flushed, lips parted, that pretty evil face looking soft and unreal, best word for this man, while you work him.
you slow down even more, dragging your fist up inch by inch, feeling every little part of him, all the textures he has to give you.
only if changbin knew.
you squeeze a little tighter on the upstroke and he moans. his hips thrust up into your fist, chasing the feeling, you can tell he’s a good dancer just by the way he moves his hips. how he’s rolling into your hand.
he’s enjoying this so much it’s almost sweet.
you spit on him again and keep going. slow, slick strokes. both hands working him perfectly. some spit running down your wrist.
his head stays tipped back, eyes mostly closed, mouth open to let those beautiful moans slip out.
you keep stroking him slowly with both hands(one would work too but his cock is more entertaining than his cute little balls so you took that hand up too), twisting at the head every time you reach the top.
then you lean in a little closer, part your lips, and poke your tongue out.
you swirl it around the swollen head once. the moment your tongue pushed down hyunjin gasps, “ah—!” as he snaps his head down at you, pretty face twisting into this grimace of pleasure. wasn’t really ready for how fucking good it feels.
“ah… yeah… mm—” he mumbles, hips twitching up into your fist, wanting more.
slut.
you open your mouth wider, take the head between your lips and suck, starting hard already, tongue flicking fast against the sensitive underside while your hands keep working the base in tight strokes.
his fingers tighten in your hair. his eyes close. his mouth is open.
you bob your head faster, taking him deeper with every slide, cheeks hollowing on the way up so you suck him tight and wet. also leaving spit behind so it glides smoother.
you pull off for a second just to spit on him again, then dive right back down, taking him halfway, then deeper, until the head bumps the back of your throat and you swallow around him.
he gasps, and his free hand grabs the couch cushion hard. you feel another spurt of pre cum coat in your mouth. ew but also hot.
you start a brutal rhythm, fast, sloppy, wet, head bobbing, hands twisting and stroking everything you can’t fit, sucking hard every time you pull back so your lips drag over the head. everytime you take him deep your nose presses against his skin and you can smell whatever product he used mixed with that warm musky boy scent that makes your pussy ache.
you were made for men.
hyunjin is making all these soft, breathy, pretty little sounds now that he knows he can, no one else around, no reason to stay quiet. little “ah… ahh” everytime you swallow around him, moans when you twist your hands just right, little whimpers when you suck hard on the head and swirl your tongue around the slit at the same time.
his hips start rolling up to meet your mouth, shallow little thrusts. you let him, opening your throat more, taking him deeper until your eyes water and spit runs down your chin in thick strings.
you reach down with one hand and cup his balls, rolling them gently, tugging to make him moan louder,
“ah, yes, fuck. right there—”
he looks down at you the whole time, eyes barely open, making you feel things(wtf), that pretty face flushed and grimacing with every wave of pleasure. he knew you’d be this good.
a bitch to you at work, by the way.
you pull off with a disgustingly(in the hot way) wet sound, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock, then immediately lick a long stripe from his balls all the way up to the head, then kissing back down, sucking one ball into your mouth and humming around it while your hand strokes him fast, tight.
hyunjin’s back arches off the couch, a loud moan coming out of him as his thighs flex, holding him up.
you switch to the other ball, sucking gently, tongue rolling over the silky skin, then lick back up and swallow him down again in one move.
you set a sweet little pace, deepthroating him over and over, gagging softly when he hits the back of your throat, spit and pre everywhere, dripping down your chin, soaking his balls, running down your wrist.
“ahh… mmh— god yes… just like that… you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard…” his fingers are tight in your hair, guiding you just a little, hips rolling up to fuck your mouth, kind of.
you’re so turned on it hurts.
he throws his head back, mouth open, pretty face completely twisted up as he lets every sound out. breathy moans, humiliating whimpers, everything you can imagine coming from that pretty mouth that usually just hints for you to fuck off.
you suck him like a fucking vacuum. you take him as deep as you can, relaxing your throat until the fat head pushes past a muscle ring, your nose pressed into him as you gag and choke.
hyunjin is seeing heaven.
you hold there for a second, swallowing around him, struggling to, letting your throat squeeze and milk him while your tongue works the underside as much as you can make it.
hyunjin’s hips jerk up(painful to you) and he lets out this little “ahh— fuck—!” that sounds way too pretty for how evil he usually is.
you pull back slowly, dragging your lips tight along every inch, sucking hard so his cock comes out glossy and throbbing, a string of spit and pre stretching before you dive back down, head bobbing again, gluck gluck gluck.
you gag on him on purpose sometimes, wet little chokes, makes your eyes water and spit run down your chin in rivers. everytime you do it he moans louder.
you’re doing amazing and you know it. you switch it up constantly, not keeping a pace on purpose so he won’t cum that fast, deepthroating him until your nose is buried and your throat bulges, then pulling off to focus just on the head, sucking hard and fast while your tongue flicks and swirls around the sensitive slit, lapping up every fresh bead of pre that keeps leaking out.
you spit on him again, letting it drip down his smooth shaft before you stroke it in with both hands and suck the head back into your mouth. natural talent.
hyunjin’s mouth is hanging open now, pretty face completely twisted up, one eye closed as he stares down at you.
his mouth forms this perfect little o, eyebrows furrowed. the pleasure is unbearable. the soft breathy moans turn into real loud moans.
every time you swallow him deep his voice cracks higher, prettier, more powerful, and you don’t leave him hanging.
your head bobs faster, sloppy, throat suffering around him on every downstroke while your hand twists around the base you can’t fit without pain in your throat.
you press two fingers right behind his balls, rubbing that sensitive spot, and hyunjin’s whole body jerks, mouth dropping open wider as he lets out the loudest, prettiest moan yet.
thin hot ropes of cum shoot straight down your throat. pulse after pulse. weak, kind of, not what chan had. the taste is bitter and salty and kinda gross, but you keep sucking through it, swallowing every drop because he’s hot and mean and evil and you want it.
hyunjin’s hips stutter up into your mouth, cock jerking and twitching as he keeps cumming, more and more spurts meeting your skilled tongue. his fingers are gripping your hair so tight it hurts while his balls pulse in your hand, emptying everything he’s been saving up for this.
you swallow again and again, throat working around his throbbing cock, drinking down every bitter salty spurt until he’s finally empty and oversensitive.
even then you don’t stop right away, keep sucking gently, tongue swirling softly now over the head, getting the last weak drops out while he twitches and whimpers, soft little “mmh… mmh…” sounds.
his fingers loosen in your hair, stroking through it now almost tenderly. crazy that we got here from him shoving half eaten things into your hands. what a bitch.
you finally pull off, glad for air, strings of spit and leftover cum connecting your swollen lips to his spent cock. you swallow one last time, wiping your chin with a finger.
he stares down at you, eyes blown, chest rising slowly now.
“holy… fuck.” he breathes. “you’re… actually insane at that.”
you sit back on your heels, lips shiny and puffy, wipe your spit off your chin. like you didn’t just swallow his entire load while gagging on his dick.
“told you i’d do it.”
he takes his hand from your hair to tuck his spent cock back into his boxers with those pretty fingers. he pulls his jeans up just enough to button them.
“you want me to order something? food? anything you like. or… there’s drinks in the fridge. water, juice, that wine i mentioned earlier. i can get it for you. or— fuck, you can stay a bit longer if you want. just… chill.” a little too gentle for the usual hyunjin.
your jaw aches and your panties are soaked. “tempting, but was there actually something you needed help with tonight? or did you just want your dick sucked?”
he blinks. then lets out a short, embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “…just wanted my dick sucked.”
hm. you nod, then reach up and give his thigh a comforting, very professional squeeze. “okay. then i’ll head home now. you should get some rest too.”
his face drops instantly. disappointment. those pretty eyes widen a bit, brows pulling together, mouth opening. because who the fuck is hyunjin if not the type to catch feelings the second someone drains his balls properly? he just got the best head of his life and now you’re about to leave??
“wait— already?” he looks actually… kind of lost. “you don’t have to go right now. it’s late, but… stay for a bit. we can talk or something. i’ll order food, seriously. or at least let me drive you home.”
you stand up slowly, smoothing your clothes, keeping that sweet professionalism on your face even though your legs feel a little shaky. “i know, hyunjin. but i really need to sleep. goodnight, okay? get some rest.”
he looks so fucking disappointed it’s funny.
“y/n…” he tries again, softer, romantic. “c’mon. just a little longer. i— fuck, that was really good.“
“i’m glad you liked it. but i’m going home now. sleep well.”
it hits him like ice water. as hard as the cold water was explained in titanic. you… you don’t feel the same way he does. you have no “maybe next time i’ll stay” energy coming off you or a lingering look that says you want more.
you don’t give a fuck about him.
???
this was a clear message that this was a one time service, not the start of anything. that you’re not interested in him like that. not tonight, and probably not ever.
you turn toward the door and get your shoes on before he can come up with another excuse. he stands up fast, jeans still half open, and follows you a couple steps.
so needy.
“y/n…” he starts. at the door, he’s towering over you. still radiating that post nut warmth, and for a second he looks like he really wants to kiss you. eyes dropping to your swollen lips.
you just pat his chest once, light and friendly, right over his heart. “goodnight.”
then you let yourself out the door before he can say anything else.
he’s… hurt. the dismissal? the polite squeeze on his thigh? the pat you just gave him? the way you made it crystal clear you’re not staying, not cuddling, not interested in him beyond “helping” like you helped chan?
he wants you more now. fuck.
he wants to wipe that professional little smile off your face. he wants to hear you moan his name instead of just sucking him off in silence. he wants to make you stay next time, make you beg a little, make you look at him the way you probably looked at chan that night.
(you looked at him and chan the same way when you sucked them off. unlike them, you’re actually doing this for the business)
he drops onto the couch, still smelling like spit and cum and your perfume, and stares at the ceiling.
sigh.
okay. where is his phone? on the ground. must have fallen out his pocket when he fought his pants off.(pants off. you were the reason for that. you sucked him off. wow.)
group chat with the boys it is.
hyunjin: y/n sucked me off
hyunjin: came over
hyunjin: left already
let’s quote what you two talked about before you gave him head. “yeah. just… keep it between us.” “obviously.” genuinely how men keep secrets. dearest reader, don’t trust a boy with your secrets, ever.
han: WHAT
han: ???
jeongin: bro… you waited until bin was gone??? that’s so fucking foul lmao
jeongin: but also respect
jeongin: how was it tho?? she deepthroat? swallow?
hyunjin: both
jeongin: 🤤
felix: omg what
felix: my turn when
seungmin: respect ig
minho: 😂😂😂
(he’s looking at his screen with a straight face)
chan: hyune what the fuck did you do?
changbin just seen the messages.
what’s currently happening is changbin and chan are looking at each other. chan has his eyes about to fall out of his head. changbin has his little mouth open. the shock in the air.
then jeongin comes out of his room in just boxers again, phone in hand, laughing at the two.
changbin finally closes his mouth, cheeks pink. “he didn’t even tell me he was inviting her over. that’s so mean.”
“he’s an asshole for not saying anything.” chan mutters.
and hyunjin is pissed you left so easily. pissed you didn’t stay. pissed you made it feel like just another task.
but mostly he’s horny again.
the next day, the moment you step into the practice floor, you fucking know they know.
because they’re all… calm. weirdly, suspiciously calm.
eight grown men who definitely know you sucked two of their dicks.
hyunjin is sitting against a mirror, stretching his arms overhead. when he sees you come in he lifts one hand in a cute little wave.
“morning, y/n.” the asshole.
you nod back, polite as ever. “morning.”
chan is checking something on some tablet, but when you hand him something he asked for yesterday, he looks up at you.
“thanks. you sleep okay?”
you smile. “yeah, i did. you?”
“better than usual.” then goes back to his tablet.
changbin smiles at you and bows a lil. han gives you a little “woah, you’re early today” giving you space like a respectful grown man. it’s almost scarier than when he was all over your lap. felix nods once with a small, friendly smile. jeongin looks a bit shy, smiling at you with that beautiful mouth. minho stays cool, as usual. you admire how mature he is. seungmin, mr nonchalant, takes his stuff with a neutral “thanks” y’know, the usual.
and… the day’s normal. it’s fucking eerie. “y/n, towel please.” “y/n, can you check my phone?” y/n this, y/n that.
how are you not fired yet? you had two of their dicks in your mouth. two.
by the time the day ends at 11pm everyone is exhausted. god, you’d give them a break if you could. but for now, all you can do is make their days easier.
they thank you one by one as they head out, eye contact, small nods. manly. they’re cute.
cute on purpose. these are actors.
chan squeezes your shoulder gently before he leaves. “good work today. go home and sleep.” and hyunjin smiles at you with a raise of his brows.
that’s about all the extra shit that happened. nothing else, for now.
you finally make it back to your place close to midnight, feet aching, brain dead, full of thoughts. surprisingly, even though you get anxious easily, you know you can’t come off wrong from this situation, so you don’t feel bad.
the boys have whole careers at stake doing this, not you. so you’re fine. horny. feel powerful.
you can feel how every single one of them is now waiting, patient and polite(on the surface, just again, they were trained to act), to see what happens next.
tomorrow is going to be another long day.
cuz like… every single one of them is trying, really trying, to stay professional. they’re idols, after all. contracts, image, cameras everywhere.
but they also just really, really want to get some.
that comes out on different levels, though. and they control it on different levels too.
like, chan is relatively good at it, even though he already got a taste. he just… wants it again, that’s the case.
he’s doing the best job at pretending nothing changed, but every time you lean close to give him something or adjust his collar he remembers your mouth stretched around him and his throat goes tight.
he’s glad he has you, genuinely glad, but the guilt is eating at him. conflict looks good on him.
minho is way too mature to act on his desire. i mean, when the time feels right he’ll ask, he thinks. or maybe he won’t ask at all. maybe he’ll just pull you into his lap one day and see what happens. for now he sits, and sees.
changbin feels a little betrayed that hyunjin didn’t tell him, but mostly he feels this warm, nervous want. he’s scared to ask. terrified, actually. so he just stays close, hoping you’ll notice how great he is.
“does your back hurt carrying all our stuff? you can lean on me if you want…” NOT. SUBTLE. BUDDY.
hyunjin, fucking hell, hyunjin. he’s noticeably nicer to you. much more fair because boys are only nice to girls who they would fuck. and hyunjin, as we know, wants that cookie. bad.
well, he doesn’t like you, he likes your mouth. big difference.
han wants to ask so bad. he wants to know if you’d bounce on his dick the way you bounced him on your lap. but even he has enough brain cells to know blurting “can you suck me off too?” would be insane. so he just keeps touching, keeps hoping you’ll offer like you did for the others. embarrassiiiing.
felix is praying. like, literally. plus, he doesn’t know how he should reach out, or if he even should. he’s waiting for the right moment, playing it cool while internally begging whatever higher power exists to let him have a turn. plus he has more serious mental tortures than this now, he wants pussy but it’s not his main goal now.
oh, seungmin notices when hyunjin is nicer to you. he notices when chan watches you longer or wants you around for a longer time.
the thought of actually asking you “hey y/n, can you suck me off like you did for the others?” makes him want to throw up from nerves. he’s too shy.
jeongin, with the boys, aka his comfort zone, he’s all cheeky, clapping arms and making gross jokes and whatever thing only boys do and is so cute actually. but the second he’s alone with you, he gets shy. his cheeks go pink when he has to ask you for something simple.
he keeps replaying the night you saw him in just boxers, god, why wasn’t he interested in you(the services your mouth has) then?
everytime he opens his mouth to say something flirty it dies in his throat and he ends up mumbling “thanks, y/n…” and he scurries away to hide behind minho.
he’s your boss. he’s bigger than you in any possible situation. but right now he feels small and stupid and so fucking horny he could cry. he likes you. that makes asking for head feel impossible!
and through the next days, you really clearly begin to see them lose their professionalism. well, not completely lose it, they’re not that piss brained, but they’re clearly doing shit they can get castrated for if caught.
but they trust you though not to spill anything.
chan talks with you during lunch one day. like, the two of you separate from other people. it’s nice, he actually opens up more, tells you about a song he’s writing that’s too personal(boundaries daddy, boundaries), asks what you think. his hand brushes your lower back when he thanks you. his dick is hard the entire conversation. he wants your mouth again so fucking bad but he’s also starting to want the conversations. duality of man.
jeongin tries to talk to you twice and both times chickens out. first time he opens his mouth, says “y/n, can i—” then turns bright red and pretends he needed water. second time he just blurts “hi hey hello” and immediately wants to die.
minho sits next to you on a couch while you’re on your laptop. doesn’t say much, just lives around next to you. when the boys start shouting at each other across the room he laughs loud with them. it’s cute. he has a beautiful smile.
seungmin gives you the usual quiet “hi” when you hand him something. later you overhear him making every one of them laugh their fucking asses off. around you? radio silence. weird, how he works.
the others behave. mostly. nothing else weird happened, but still, their brains are 90% cum and 10% “what if she sucks me off next.”
hyunjin is the best at the whole nothing happened game. he’s a professional little actor when he wants to be. during morning rehearsal he barks “y/n, my water” in the exact same pissy tone as always, but then he actually throws a “thanks” your way?? in this economy??
he wants to drag you into a storage closet or something and make you stay this time, but he’s too good at pretending. he just gets a little nicer, holding a door for you once, even. holy shit.
changbin does try though. again, unprofessional, and he knows that, and he follows you down the hallway again anyway.
“y/n, do you like strawberries? i saw this new cafe that does strawberry milk… not that i’m asking you out or anything, just… if you ever want one after schedule…” he trails off, cheeks pink, then quickly adds “or i can just bring you one here. or whatever.”
when hyunjin walks past and gives you a tiny nod changbin wants to go after him and choke the guy.
usually, the days just blur together, and you’re thrilled to see how they’re going to reach out next.
one afternoon hyunjin “accidentally” drops his towel right in front of you and when you bend down to pick it up he mutters “keep it” like it’s a gift instead of his sweaty ass towel. chan sees it and gives hyunjin the world’s most disappointed dad look(paired with a boyish little scoff, wow chan you almost looked mature for a second) but then later pulls you aside himself, asking if you want to go over some things with him after practice “just the two of us, no pressure.” you say sure and he’s visibly nervous.
what a time to be employed.
yeah, you and chan do start building something, even if it’s not consciously built.
he pulls you aside more during work, technically always asking about work related things but really it’s just hanging out. he needs something only you seem to give him.
he wants that cookie so fucking bad.
mostly the relief it gives. the way your mouth turned his brain off for ten beautiful minutes and let him breathe like a normal twenty something guy instead of the guy carrying eight careers on his back.
one afternoon after a killer dance practice he’s drenched in sweat that you so want to lick off, chest heaving, and he waves the others off. “i’ll stay a bit longer. y/n, can you help me go over the new formation notes?”
the boys leave, shooting looks, but nobody says shit.
it’s just you and chan in the empty practice room, mirrors reflecting you two from every angle.
he sits on the floor against the wall, legs stretched out, and pats the spot next to him. you sit. he smells like humans(in the good way) and that expensive cologne and pure man.
you go over the notes but after ten minutes the papers are forgotten on the floor between you.
“you know… that night.” he starts, staring at the mirror instead of you. “it helped more than i thought it would. not just the… physical part. having someone who doesn’t expect anything back. who just helps.” he rubs the back of his neck, cringe ass but it actually means a lot, coming from him. “i keep thinking about it. it was nice. you’re nice to have around, y/n.”
“thank you. really, means a lot that i can help.”
now you’re professional. you don’t tell him what you feel on a deeper level, just the surface shit. noncommittal.
he wants the relief again so bad he can taste it. he wants to feel your throat squeeze around him he wants to cum so hard he forgets the comeback schedule for five whole minutes.
but he doesn’t ask. he’s really trying to keep himself in line because he has shit to focus on. he has work, for fuck’s sake.
it’s… a fucking joke. their careers, their contracts, their reputations, all of it could go up in flames if one wrong person finds out, but right now every single one of them is thinking with the head between their legs instead of the one on their shoulders.
chan feels the most responsibility, but he’s still using every charm trick in the book. just again, they were trained to charm people, and he’s using that.
mr leader knows exactly what he’s doing when he pulls you into quiet corners “just to talk.” when his voice gets a little softer, a little slower. what a charmer.
even though he’s aware of all the risks, he still does it.
because he wants the relief so bad. he wants your mouth again. he wants the way you make the torture in his head stop.
so he charms you gently, carefully, building whatever this is. he feels bad about it. but not bad enough to stop, because it’s… it’s like an addiction. it is an addiction, the way addicts know the drug is bad for them but they’re already reaching for the next dose because their body got to know it and now needs it. that’s what’s happening, basically.
blowjob can NOT be this good.
(it can. you really are a talent at giving them, y/n)
the others don’t feel anything at all. they just want to get some action. plain and simple.
like, hyunjin is nicer???(it’s working. you can feel it.) han asks questions that feel personal??? minho uses that idol trained eye contact that makes you feel like the only girl in the room even when there are twenty staff members running around??? seungmin lets you go ahead of him??? felix giggles at everything you say??? jeongin’s eyes are always on you whatever you’re doing??? changbin follows you around all day???
it’s all so fucking unprofessional it’s almost impressive.
these men have everything to lose.
but they’re still thinking with their dicks.
they know one leaked rumor could end everything. but the thought of your mouth, your hands, some relief, pussy, makes their heads turn.
they linger. they find excuses. it’s stupid.
but they’re trained to charm.
they’re trained to get what they want.
and right now what they want more than anything is you getting them off. men can really want a thought when they already settled into it in their heads.
and work is just so much, so stressing, that chan just neeeeds you at their place again!
so you go.
it’s late. jeongin’s already asleep in his room. the only light is the soft glow from chan’s laptop on the desk and the small lamp beside his bed. you’re both sitting on the edge of his bed, laptops open, going over shit.
but the air is thick.
chan has been restless the entire evening, shifting his weight, rubbing the back of his neck, whatnot. you can feel the tension coming off him.
finally, after ten straight minutes of him staring at the same line on the screen without typing anything, he closes his laptop with a quiet click.
“y/n.”
you look up.
he takes a rough breath, eyes flicking away for a second before they come back to you. visibly fighting with himself. “i… fuck. this is hard to ask. i know we said one time. but tonight… i… i think i really need another… one. if you’d be willing to… do that again. for me.”
you immediately close your laptop, set it aside, slide off the bed, dropping to your knees between his spread thighs without a word.
holy shit.
his eyes actually widen.
wow.
how did he get his lucky?
“thank you.” he says immediately, shakily taking the laptop off his lap. “i— i appreciate this more than i can say right now. seriously. you don’t know how much.”
you smile up at him, hands resting on his thick thighs. “i got you.”
your palms slide up his thighs, feeling the hard muscle tense under the thin sweatpants. you press your thumbs into the seam where his legs meet his hips, rubbing small circles, feeling him under the fabric. the human. the man.
chan’s breath hitches, watching you.
you’re an angel. sent to him personally from the clouds of heaven.
you lean in and press a soft, open mouthed kiss to the inside of his left thigh, right above the knee, then another a little higher.
chan’s fingers twitch against his legs.
you move to the right thigh, repeating the same kisses, working your way up inch by inch while your hands keep rubbing soothing patterns on the outside of his thighs.
when you reach the crease where his leg meets his groin you pause, breathing warm air through the fabric right over the growing bulge. you can already see the luring outline forming, starting to push against the (disgustingly expensive, but he can afford it so whatever) material.
“fuck… y/n…”
you take a soft breath, then mouth gently along the length of him through the sweatpants, lips parted, tongue pressing on the fabric so he can feel what’s about to come.
you trace the entire shape of him, base to tip, slow and sensual, feeling him thicken and harden under your mouth until the fabric is stretched.
this is the hottest thing anyone has ever done to him.
your hands slide higher, fingers hooking into the waistband. you kiss the spot right above the waistband, then drag your tongue in a slow, wet stripe up the center of his abs over his shirt. the muscle jumps.
chan’s head tips back slightly, throat working as he swallows hard. fucking hell, this is unreal. he’s going to bust now.
your tug the pants down reeeaaal slow, letting the fabric move on his skin. letting him feel he’s alive. he lifts his hips to help, breath catching when the cool air hits him.
his boxers come next, you peel them down carefully, watching his cock come free.
he’s manscaped now. oh, hello. completely. smooth skin all around the base, not a single hair left, balls silky and bare because he took the time to do this just in case you ended up here again.
the sight makes your mouth water. the intent makes your mouth water. his cock looks even bigger without the hair. it twitches the second your eyes land on it, bobbing once like it knows you’re looking. hi to you too.
you wrap one hand around the base first, gentle, feeling the warmth of him, the way the smooth skin slides over the hardness underneath. chan lets out a low, shaky exhale through his nose, thighs tensing under your palm. you give him one slow stroke from root to tip, thumb pressing lightly right under the head(where you learned he’s most sensitive. that’s intimate.) his cock jumps in your grip, a thick drop of pre leaking out and sliding down the shaft, making your work easier.
god, this man is pouring pre compared to what you had to work with on hyunjin. but you’re not complaining about either.
“fuck…” he mutters, one hand coming down to hold on the back of your head.
you smile up at him, then look back down to lean in closer, breath ghosting over him, and drag your tongue in one long stripe from the base all the way up to the head.
chan’s whole body shudders.
you swirl your tongue around the head once, tasting the saltiness, then pull back to watch his reaction.
his cock twitches again, harder this time, another bead of pre pushing out right where your tongue just was.
you lean back in and lick it off slowly, dragging the tip of your tongue over the slit, pressing hard enough to make him hiss softly between his teeth.
one hand strokes him long while the other cups his smooth balls, rolling them gently in your palm, feeling how warm and heavy they are, how they tighten up everytime you lick over the head. you tug lightly on his sack, making his hips twitch up, and chan groans, fingers flexing in your hair.
“thank you… fuck, thank you.”
you’re welcome, daddy.
you lick him again, slower this time, tracing every vein with the tip of your tongue, feeling the way his cock jumps and leaks for you with every pass. you pull him down slightly with your hand so you can drag your tongue along the sensitive underside, right where the head meets the shaft, and chan almost leans forward from the pleasure. this is way better than fucking his first in the shower.
his cock is fully hard now, standing thick and flushed and glossy with your spit and his pre, the shaved skin making every little reaction so much more visible. the way it throbs, the way the head swells darker every time you swirl your tongue around it, the way his balls draw up tighter in your hand because they’re already getting close.
you keep stroking him with a slow, sensual rhythm, twisting your wrist just right at the top, thumb pressing into the slit to spread the fresh pre around while your tongue follows right behind, licking and teasing and tasting.
chan’s breathing is getting heavier, chest rising and falling under his shirt. he’s already relieved.
you pull his skin down again, licking slow circles around the head, then take just the tip into your mouth, sucking softly while your hand keeps stroking the rest of him, tight.
chan lets out this low groan, head tipping back, the sound vibrating through his whole hot body.
you look up at him from between his thick thighs and jesus fucking christ he’s hot.
his chest is rising and falling under his (white)shirt, sweat starting to bead at his hairline because he’s running so fucking warm. his cock literally radiating warmth in your hand. it’s been dying for this. for your touch again.
he reaches down to pull his shirt off.
chan. shirtless.
skin and pure muscle right in front of your face. his abs and pecs flex when he tosses the fabric aside, a light layer of sweat already making him glow under the lamp. oh that’s dada. big manly body, veins standing out on his arms, bruises from all the treatments he gets, cupping and allat, that deep v line pointing straight to his smooth shaved cock. no need to point here you come.
you open your mouth wide, tongue flat, and take him in deep right from the start. the head slides over your tongue, thick and hot and salty, unpleasant but also hot, and you don’t stop until your nose is buried in that smooth shaved skin at his base.
he actually has to whip his head up.
you hold him there for a second, swallowing hard, letting your throat work him while your nose presses into his warm skin.
you pull back slowly, lips dragging along every thick inch, sucking hard so your cheeks hollow. you don’t pull off tho. you bob your head instead, taking him to the back of your throat over and over, gagging. spit runs down your chin. everytime you push down your throat squeezes around the head and chan’s hips twitch up.
“thank you, y/n… god thank you…”
you look up at him while you suck, eyes watering, lips formed obscenely around his shaft, and the eye contact makes him cry out. jeongin sleeping next room be damned.
he’s so hot like this. you can see how much he wants this, how bad he’s been thinking about your mouth since last time. that’s also told by the way his cock leaks constantly now, just again, brutal compared to what hyunjin gave you, thick salty pre coating your tongue and sliding down your throat every time you take him. he’s too hot for you to mind the taste.
you pull off with a wet squelch, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock, and spit on him, then stroke your fingers up and down his slick shaft while you suck just the head hard. your tongue swirls around the sensitive underside, flicking right where it meets the head, and chan’s whole body jerks.
“ah, fuck— right there—”
you take him back down, nose to skin, and start bobbing faster, head moving, gluck gluck on him. spit is everywhere, running down your chin, dripping off your jaw, soaking his smooth balls and thighs.
you reach up with one hand and roll his balls gently, tugging them down to make him hiss then moan. cock jumps hard in your mouth at that, another spurt of pre arriving on your tongue. you like how much he gives you.
the attraction between you two is insane. you can feel how much he wants you, how grateful he is, how he’s truly living in this moment. and you’re so fucking attracted to him it hurts. it’s mutual.
you suck harder. deeper. sloppier. you take him all the way every time, throat working around him, nose pressed to him while your tongue licks the underside. you gag on purpose, letting your throat spasm around the head, and chan groans loud and long, head falling back.
he’s actually letting out little moans now between the loud hisses. you can feel how close he is, how bad he wants to cum.
you look up again and lock eyes with him while your lips are stretched around the base of his cock, throat full, spit dripping down your chin, and the pure animal attraction in his gaze makes your stomach flip.
he’s so fucking grateful and so fucking turned on he doesn’t know what to do with it.
you’re doing it so fucking well. you’re making him feel so good.
his hips snap up. his thick cock drives straight into your throat with a desperate thrust. the head punches past the ring of muscle in there and buries itself deep, stretching your throat wide open.
you gag hard around him, throat convulsing, eyes watering instantly as spit explodes out the corners of your mouth and you instinctively try to pull back.
but oh, look at that, he’s holding your head in place.
“fuck, sorry.” he moans, but his hips do come up again, slower this time but still greedy, pushing another inch deeper.
he starts thrusting.
animal, hungry snaps of his hips that force his thick cock in and out of your face. every thrust makes a wet, obscene ack sound as your throat bulges around him. spit flies everywhere, splattering onto his balls, running down your neck.
his big hand tightens in your hair, gripping hard to hold you right where he needs you. his other hand braces on the bed behind him so he can fuck your mouth deeper. his abs are clenched and moving, v line flexing every time he drives up, sweat sliding down the lines and dips of his muscles.
he’s whining and moaning and groaning for you. holy fuck you might die but he’s hot.
tears spill down your cheeks, mixing with the spit, but you keep your eyes locked on him the whole time.
fuck, he looks... angelic. naked, sweaty, mouth open, eyes dumb as he watches his thick cock disappear between your lips over and over. sometimes head tipping back for a second before he looks back down.
he starts really pounding.
deep, brutal thrusts that force his cock all the way down until his balls smack wetly against your chin.
spit bubbles out around the sides of your stretched lips, dripping in long strings onto the floor. it’ll dry, no big deal.
you take it. you want it. even when your eyes are streaming tears and your gag reflex keeps trying to fight back and it hurts both your throat and stomach, you relax your throat as much as you can and let him ruin it. your nails dig into his thighs, holding on for dear life.
you can feel how close he is. the way his thighs shake around your head. the way his abs clench harder. the way his body moves.
he fucks your face faster, hips snapping up desperately, using your mouth like a toy. “y/n— i’m— fuck— i’m gonna— ahh—”
one last deep, brutal thrust, cock buried to the hilt, your nose smashed against his smooth skin, throat stretched wide around him, and he starts cumming with a long, wild groan.
you gag around his length, cum and spit forcing its way back up around his cock because there’s just too much. it leaks out the corners of your stretched lips, running down your chin, white and disgusting, running down your neck while he keeps pumping cum into you.
chan’s whole body is shaking, groaning as he empties himself.
“fuck— yes— good girl, yeah.”
okay suddenly it doesn’t hurt.
who are you kidding it hurts so much.
some of it comes back up, mixing with all the spit, making everything disgusting, your nails still dug into his thighs as you throw his cum up around him.
when the last weak spurt finally dribbles onto your tongue, chan slumps back against the bed, chest heaving, cock still deep in your throat.
you slowly pull off, coughing and gasping for air, strings of cum and spit and lowk stomach acid connecting your swollen lips to his cock. you have to spit out what’s left in your mouth, really wouldn’t be able to take that down now, then wipe your chin with the back of your hand, smearing it across your skin, breathing loud.
chan reaches down immediately, thumb brushing your wet cheek. “fuck, y/n, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to be that rough. you okay?”
you look up at him, lips puffy, face messy, and nod. it hurts. “i’m fine. i wanted it.” you sound so bad.
he lets out a shaky breath. wow. “thank you.”
“anytime, chan.”
…
the air changes from the eye contact alone.
…is this really going to happen?
your heart starts hammering so loud you can hear it in your ears. you can see the exact moment the thought crosses his mind.
his eyes drop to your mouth again, then lower, tracing the mess on your chin, the way your chest is heaving. his hand, still in your hair, flexes in it.
he shouldn’t.
he knows he shouldn’t.
you’re his assistant. this already crossed multiple lines two times now.
but the way he’s looking at you says he wants to cross every single one of them tonight.
is this really going to happen?
is he really about to cross that line?
fuck it.
he leans down, and kisses you.
line crossed.
it’s deep, hungry, and shockingly soft at first. his lips are warm, so big, so manly. then it deepens. his mouth opens in time with yours, tongue slides against yours, slow, wet, making you shiver.
he murmurs a “come here.” and his hands slide under your arms, lifting you up towards him.
you climb up his body, knees sinking into the bed on either side of his hips, and he leans back until he’s lying flat, pulling you down on top of him so your chest presses against his bare, sweaty one.
his hands immediately find your ass.
big, warm palms cupping you fully, fingers digging in. he squeezes, he’s been dying to know what you feel like there.
a satisfied groan escapes him when he realizes how perfect you fit in his hands.
“fuck…” he breathes against your mouth, kissing you again, slower this time but just as deep and wet and disgusting, tongue licking into you. he knows you taste like this because he was in your mouth. maybe he’ll get to experience your mouth purely one day too. his hips roll up, searching for you(so cute), poking the head of his thickening cock against your lower stomach.
he wants it so bad.
he wants to be completely naked under you while you stay fully clothed.
he wants to feel every inch of your body pressed against his bare skin, your clothes rubbing against his cock, your hands on his chest while he lies there exposed and desperate. he wants to watch you live on the line between professional and the girl who just swallowed his load. he wants your weight on him, your ass in his hands, your mouth on his again while he’s completely vulnerable underneath you.
there is no more “fuck i know i shouldn’t” both of you are completely in it now. both of you have accepted that this is happening, even though you don’t exactly know where it’ll end up. but it’s happening. and it feels so fucking good.
and god, the way he’s sucking on your bottom lip, biting it gently, then licking into your mouth again with these low groans and moans? irresistible.
your bodies are pressed together so tight it’s… it’s the most intimate you’ve been with this man and you’ve literally had his dick down your throat twice. his bare chest is sweaty, hot under your shirt, nipples hard little points, the little guys basically looking for you as you’re holding yourself up above him.
he breaks the kiss with a wet pop and immediately latches onto your neck.
“fuck…” you whisper, head tilting to the side.
his lips are warm and big and perfect on him and for you, sucking marks you’ll have to cover tomorrow.
are you really letting your boss do this?
yeah, no doubt. it’s too addictive to stop.
he keeps going, sucking a bruise right where your neck meets your shoulder, then just softly sucking at it some more.
“mmh… you taste so good.” mr unprofessional mutters into your skin, sucking another mark. his hands squeeze your ass harder, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, kneading it, pleasuring his little man mind.
he takes the two big handfuls and pulls your cheeks apart, spreading you wide even through your pants. you can feel the stretch. you can feel the fabric of your underwear pulling against your asshole, the cool air hitting the sensitive little ring for a split second before his hands push you back together. he does it again, harder, pulling your ass open so wide that the seam of your pants digs right against your clit and you actually feel your hole stretch a tiny bit, that weird, dirty little tug that makes your whole pussy clench hard.
you cry out.
high and needy and shocked at how good it feels. your hips jerk down against his cock on instinct, grinding, god, what a good girl you are, and chan exhales into your neck with a sound.
because oh… you like that?
he does it again, slower, pulling your ass cheeks so far apart you feel your asshole stretch open just a little more, tells you everything. he’s testing. he’s curious. he’s so fucking turned on by the idea that his sweet little assistant likes having her ass played with that he can’t help himself.
he keeps kneading, keeps spreading, imagining what it would feel like without clothes.
every time he pulls hard you feel that delicious, dirty stretch, the way your asshole flutters and it’s all for your boss.
you’re whimpering into his shoulder now, face buried in his neck, hips rolling around to bear with the feeling.
chan might actually marry you.
he’s so hard again it has to hurt. his cock is leaking between you, you can feel the wet spot on your pants from it, the head of his dick catching right against your mound when he rolls his hips up to meet you.
he pulls your ass apart again, really hard this time, thumbs spreading you so wide you swear you can feel the cool air in your actual hole for a second.
“ah, fuck—” you cry out.
that makes his cock jump against you. so sweet, the way it reacts to your voice.
he spreads you wide, mouth still sucking marks into your neck, holds you open for a long second, then lets your cheeks snap back together before doing it all over again. every pull makes your asshole stretch and flutter, every squeeze makes your pussy clench and leak into your panties. you’re so wet it’s embarrassing.
you shift, you can’t even decide who’s more unprofessional now, you or him, because you do that so your clit can be the part where his cock is grinding to.
holy fuck.
his breathing gets hotter, humanly intimate, hot puffs against your neck. his cock is sliding between your folds now through two layers of clothes.
he pulls your ass open one more time, extra slow, extra wide, thumbs pressing right next to your hole.
he’s thinking about something.
you can feel the way your asshole stretches, the little ring of muscle pulling, and the pleasure of it makes your eyes roll back for a second. you cry out again, louder, hips stuttering down hard against his cock.
one of his hands shifts. his pointer finger slides down the crease of your ass, pressing over your pants, right against that stretched little hole. rubs slow circles over it, feeling the way your asshole flutters under the fabric every time he presses down.
the cheeky little shit.
and he keeps kissing your neck, sucking marks, grinding his cock up against your clothed pussy while his finger teases your asshole over your clothes. and here you thought he was vanilla.
oh, right, yeah, you. you’re shaking on top of him now, whimpering, grinding down desperately while his finger keeps pushing your hole.
he’s so hot under you. so fucking big and warm and hard and grateful and greedy all at once. his other hand is still kneading the other cheek, spreading it open so his finger can keep playing with your asshole. his mouth is still on your neck, sucking and licking and biting, leaving himself behind.
it feels so fucking good.
deep down, you needed this almost just as much as he needs your blowjobs. you’re stressed too, well, not carrying your whole group on your back like he does, but no matter how deep the water is if someone’s drowning.
point is, you’ve been pent up too.
and you really needed this tension now.
but… okay, you do need it, but how will it affect your career? you’re building a life for yourself still. you’re so young, and if you fumble this chance to grow yourself now…
fuck. fine.
“chan, wait.” you stammer, breathless. your hands push lightly at his chest, feeling the sweaty muscle underneath your palms. “we… we shouldn’t—”
“c’mon…”
it’s dripping with everything he’s not saying out loud, how bad he wants you, how good you feel on top of him, how he’s been thinking about this since the first time you dropped to your knees.
his finger presses a little firmer into your asshole, and his other hand squeezes your ass harder, pulling you down so his cock grinds up against your soaked pussy again.
your breath catches. for one stupid, weak second you almost give in. he feels so fucking good under you, and…
“just a little more. feels too good to stop now.” he mutters into your neck. it tickles. it’s hot. it’s inviting.
fuck. he’s so convincing.
no.
you’re gonna be professional(bit late for that innit) even if he’s not.
you sit up straighter, hands still on his chest, and shake your head even though your body is screaming at you to keep going.
chan freezes under you. his hands stay on your ass for a second longer before they finally slide away, and he lets you go.
he’s panting under you, chest heaving, sweat glistening on his abs, cock still rock hard and ready to go against his stomach.
for a moment he just stares at you, fighting the ugre to grab you and pull you back down. then reality seems to hit him. his mucsles relax a little. he runs a hand over his face, exhaling through his nose.
“yeah.” he mutters. “you’re right. fuck.”
he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing, and closes his eyes. trying to pull himself the fuck together. when he opens them again there’s a mix of frustration and something like respect, maybe even a little shame.
“i’m sorry.” he says quietly, still panting. “i got carried away. you’re… you’re much smarter than me right now.”
the tension is unfinished, but maybe it’s meant to be. (it’s not. you two are MEANT to fuck, you two basically have been created for each other, just sadly, both of you value your careers)
“thank you.” he says quietly. “for stopping me. and… for everything else tonight. i mean it.”
you look beautiful, to him. straddling him, panting, neck covered in his marks. he wants you.
“it’s okay, chan. we’re good.”
you take a breath. okay. you climb off him carefully, legs not stable at all, and sit down on the edge of the bed next to him. he sits up, reaches over and grabs the blanket from the foot of the bed, throwing it over his lap to cover his still hard cock and those smooth thighs. the fabric tents obviously, but at least it’s something.
for a long moment, neither of you says anything.
then you look at each other.
then you smile.
then you laugh.
not on purpose. really do laugh, you couldn’t stop it even if you tried to.
you can both feel it, this human understanding in the air between you two. this is so going to happen again. not tonight, but soon. the tension isn’t gone. it’s just paused. not even paused, just resisted, for fuck’s sake. both of you get this.
you clear your throat, trying to sound normal. “uh… do we have anything else to work on? the schedule tomorrow or—”
“no. go home, y/n. you need to rest.” he pauses, then adds with a small smile “i’ll tell management to give you the day off tomorrow if you want it. you’ve earned it. more than earned it.”
“i won’t take it. you know i won’t.”
“yeah. i know.” he reaches over and gives your knee a gentle squeeze, but soon pulls his hand back. he wanted to keep it there longer. “but seriously. go sleep. i’ll see you in the morning.”
you stand up slowly, legs still shaky, and fix your clothes. your neck tickles where he sucked those pretty marks, your panties are soaked, and your lips feel puffy.
chan watches you the whole time, blanket still over his lap, eyes… fucking shining.
“goodnight, chan.”
“goodnight, y/n.”
you nod, pack your bag in like three fucking moves, and slip out of the room as quietly as you can.
jeongin’s door is still closed. good.
your neck is going to be a nightmare to cover tomorrow. your pussy is still throbbing. and you can still feel this thing between the two of you. it’s so… raw.
inevitable, really.
so it’s only natural that the next day’s gonna be torture too.
okay, it’s not torture anymore. when you freshly started working for them, it really was, but now even though you do have the perfect reasons to call it torture, really, you like it. you like the push and pull. cat and mouse game that you can feel, you just don’t know if they know you feel.
you walk into the building in the morning with a high neck shirt and enough concealer to paint a house. chan did a great work on your neck. purple and red marks all over the side of your throat where he sucked.
hot.
every time you swallow it still hurts from how deep he fucked your face last night.
you’re exhausted, horny, and professional as always.
now though, the guys don’t know about last night. hyunjin thinks he’s the latest conquest. chan is keeping his mouth shut for once.
so the energy is… weird.
and they’re too busy to notice you’re marked.
“morning, y/n.” that’s hyunjin. not suspecting a single thing, which is good for his ego, actually.
you nod and keep moving.
chan’s trying so hard to act normal it’s almost funny. when you hand him his drink he takes it with a quiet “thanks” (remember that at the very start of this he wouldn’t even look at you, not alone grunt a thanks out?) and his eyes flick to your high collar, then away.
you can see the guilt(not about what he did to your neck, about what he did to his career) and the horniness mixing in his expression.
the memory of his mouth on your neck, his hands spreading your ass, his cock leaking against your clothed pussy.
he clears his throat and goes back to his laptop, but his eyes are obviously kept there with force. you just noticed how cute his mouth is.
minho? acts the same as usual. he’s so professional that you couldn’t even tell he wants his cute little assistant to suck him the fuck off.
changbin finds you on the hallway again. babe, go back to work. “you look a little tired today.” he says. “did you sleep okay?” boi just say you want to hit.
he has no idea you spent half the night with chan’s tongue in your mouth and his finger teasing your asshole and it’s an amazing feeling. you just smile and say you’re fine.
han is also normal. why wouldn’t he be, he doesn’t know of the nasty shit you do.
felix comes at you with the “you smell nice today. new perfume?” no baby it’s your best friend’s body’s natural smell and cum that you’re kind of nasty for not washing off but we’re not shaming anyone here. anyways, you shake your head. he smiles, his prettiest on purpose, convinced he’s gonna tap that one day.
seungmin, not much to say either. looks up at you only when you talk to him first. acting aaaaall nonchalant, we know you want some, minnie.
jeongin manages to talk to you with proper sentences this time!! “you okay? you look like you got attacked by a vacuum or something. long night?”
your heart jumps, does he know?, but he’s just teasing. he has no idea how right he is. how on point he was with the vacuum, while really he just meant your hair being a little messy, not the actual suction your neck endured.
during afternoon practice chan pulls you aside for two seconds in the hallway when no one’s looking.
“you okay?” he asks, eyes flicking to your covered neck. “i didn’t… go too far last night?”
you shake your head, smiling(your pussy clenches at the memory of his thumbs spreading your ass). “i’m fine. really.”
he nods, looks away, looks back, then reaches up and gently adjusts your collar.
the tension is insane.
he wants to kiss you again. you can see it in his eyes. he wants to drag you into the nearest room and finish what you started.
but he doesn’t. he just drops his hand and steps back.
“good. go rest when you can.” he says. then he walks back, holding the door open for you.
your panties have been uncomfortable all day from how wet you stayed thinking about his hands.
the sexual tension with him is unbearable now. every day, every time you’re alone for even thirty seconds it wakes up again. the restraint is killing him, and it’s… well, it’s not killing you.
just again, you’re here for work. you have no reason in the world to worry.
he was going to text you hundreds of times. how he couldn’t stop thinking about how you felt on top of him, dumb, vulnerable shit like this, but he stopped himself. unprofessional.
hyunjin is a close second, and he’s getting impatient.
he wants his second round so badly it’s fucking funny. hilarious. you’re slapping your thigh bending over laughing the second you get home.
he starts finding excuses to be alone with you, asking you to help with this, help with that, saying “you owe me another visit sometime” it all tells you he’s dying for it. he wants to feel your throat again.
the fact that you’re keeping him at arm’s length is only making him want it more.
they’re just boys. that’s the thing.
biologically they’re built like fucking animals once their dicks get hard. testosterone floods the system, logical thinking takes a backseat, dopamine and vasopressin are flooding their dumb little brains.
suddenly the logical, professional brain that knows you’re staff and this is dangerous to their lives gets completely overridden by the part that just wants to fuck and claim and cum. it’s not even their fault, millions of years of evolution made sure that this happens.
that’s why they’re moving, circling like this. why chan can’t stop touching you when no one’s looking. why hyunjin gets pissy and horny every time you stop looking at him. why the rest of them keep finding excuses to be near you, eyes lingering on your mouth, your neck, your ass.
now that we’re at asses, fun fact, the reason why we’re so attracted to them is brutally biological. same with breasts. big tits? signals good milk production for babies. fat ass? means wide hips for carrying and birthing. smooth skin, soft curves, the way you smell when you’re turned on, their brains see it and their bodies don’t care that you’re their assistant. they just want. they want to touch, to taste, to fuck, to claim.
that’s why they all go stupid the second they get a taste. one blowjob and suddenly they’re obsessed, wanting, touching more, eyes lingering on your body, thinking about how fast they can get you naked, how would your tits look bouncing.
it’s not even their fault. it’s just biology.
they’re all just boys at the end of the day.
twenty something guys with insane schedules, zero real privacy, and dicks that don’t understand the concept of boundaries. once they know you’re the kind of girl who gets on her knees and swallows without making it weird, their brains go crazy.
plus let’s count it in that these boys are not the smartest. to be pretty fucking real.
but anyways, these are idols. professionals. but strip away the image and they’re just horny animals who saw one of their own get his dick sucked and now their monkey brains are screaming me next me next.
attraction isn’t logical. it’s tits and ass and the way your lips look when they’re swollen from sucking cock. it’s the smell of a turned on woman and the memory of a warm throat.
so, point is, that’s why they’re acting like this. evolution doesn’t care about contracts or image. it just wants them to fuck.
so. you keep rushing when they call your name, fixing slash holding things, handing out this and that, remembering.
but underneath it all you’re a walking mess.
men affect you hard. especially when they’re his attractive.
your neck is still marked up, your pussy stays in a permanent state of dear god i need them but i’ll let them chase, and every single time one of them looks at you for too long your brain helpfully replays the feeling of chan’s thick cock grinding against you while his finger spread your ass open.
he’s the worst. (for now)
the sexual tension with him is unbearable now. every interaction feels like foreplay that never quite tips over.
nobody has ever got him feeling like this before. it’s crazy for him too, trust.
every time your eyes meet across the room there’s this acknowledgment.
we almost fucked. we’re going to fuck. it’s only a matter of when.
the tension is so bad that during one long break he actually had to excuse himself to the bathroom for five minutes because he couldn’t stop staring at you.
the others are still manageable. sure, you’ll deal with it, you’re below them anyways. plus they’re cute. you don’t really mind the attention.
especially the amount you’ve been getting from jeongin.
you’ve started feeling his eyes on you more than anyone else’s.
he watches you when you’re not looking, when you’re bent over getting something from somewhere, when you’re handing someone water, when you’re laughing at something minho said. he’s more intense.
practices are hell. to you. sweat, movement, bodies everywhere. every time someone peels off a shirt you have to look away. you’re not unaffected.
plus sometimes you can’t help but think of chan shirtless under you.
hyunjin catches you looking once and smiles with an eyebrow raise. bitch keep it in your pants.
you keep doing your job. barely.
it’s hard.
just as hard as it’s for jeongin to man himself up and try to talk to you. to shoot his shot, not just business talk.
only if you knew he heard the whole face fucking chan performed on you.
author’s note: holy shit what a basic trope. (saying this but i don’t recall seeing one fic w it. i just know, i can tell. tf. wait no there was a smau i think. i don’t read since i started writing so pleaseeeeee don’t take this as me copying anyone, i purely used this scenario to go to sleep these days(wrote this as i’m at the start of the fic, and writing now, it’s not the one i use anymore) and wanted to put it down somewhere. or i mean shii tell me if someone copyrighted it but i didn’t take the idea from anyone. just wanted to make sure y’all know this!!) this is not an accusation of how the boys act in real life!! purely a fictional characterization to my liking and the people’s who enjoy it. also this is not a high effort fic so shame on me for not making research on what an assistant would do, i’m just here for the dick.
𝓹airing ⨾ bf!jisung x fem!reader 𝓼ynopsis ⨾ making you cum in front of the mirror 𝓽ags/𝔀arnings ⨾ smut, mirror sex, edging(?), mild impact play, fingering 𝔀ord 𝓬ount ⨾ 464
✎ ⸝⸝ NGHHH IT’S COMING OUTTTTTTT ≔ 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞
“h-hah…” your breath hitched, your head rolling back against his shoulder while your fingers dug desperately into his jean-clad thighs. your eyes began to flutter shut and your hips bucked instinctively as the wave of your orgasm rushed closer.
suddenly, jisung pulled his fingers free and gave your wet slit a sharp, stingy slap.
you let out a startled yelp, your eyes snapping open as you tried to turn your head to look at him. he was already staring right at you, his gaze dark and entirely unbothered by your shock.
“what‘d i tell you, baby, hm?” he drawled next to your ear, his breath hot against your neck. “eyes on the mirror. i want you to see how pretty you look all broken for me”
before you could protest, his free hand traveled up your neck, his fingers clamping firmly around your chin to turn your face back toward the glass.
you were forced to stare at your own disheveled reflection. your hair was a tangled, tousled mess, your cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and a thin line of drool was dripping down one side of your swollen lips. your thighs were trembling violently around his hand, which had just slid back down to rub slow, heavy circles right over your aching clit.
the sight of yourself looking so completely undone sent a spike of heat straight to your core, and you let out a pathetic, needy whimper.
“yeah, look at that,” jisung whispered, his chest rumbling against your back as he watched your reflection blink back tears. he increased the pressure of his thumb, his movements deliberate and agonizingly slow, intentionally keeping you hovering right on the edge. “look at how wet you are for me. look at what you look like when I touch you”
you tried to squirm, your hips begging for a faster pace, but his grip on your jaw held you perfectly still.
“please, sung,” you gasped, your voice thick and broken. “please, i’m right there”
“i know you are,” he murmured, his lopsided smirk appearing in the reflection as he watched your chest heave. he gave your clit one final, hard pinch that made your spine go rigid. “now keep those eyes wide open for me”
with a sudden, ruthless shift, he slammed two fingers back inside you while his thumb went to town on your clit. the dual sensation was a total overload. you watched your own eyes roll back in the mirror as your body finally shattered, your vision blurring as you sobbed out his name, your entire lower half squeezing his hand in a desperate, clamping release while he listened to every single helpless sound you made.
“now you wanna see how pretty you look bent over and taking my cock for me?”
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I genuinely cannot explain to a non-writer what it feels like when a chapter suddenly clicks. it's not satisfaction. it's not relief. it's this horrible specific feeling like you just remembered something you never knew. like the story was already there and you finally stopped being in the way of it. i don't know what to do with that feeling. i just close the laptop and stare at the wall for a bit.
warnings: none! ot8 (separate) x reader, fluff, crack, humor, no specific depictions of why they're at the hospital in the first place, probably (very) inaccurate, a heck ton of references, nonidol!au, established relationships.
wc: 5k-ish
a/n: imagine them speaking in slo-mo for maximum enjoyment <3
chan
The hospital elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, revealing a long hallway lined with numbered doors. You shifted the greasy paper bag in your hand, still warm against your palm, and stepped out.
Room 097. You nudged the door open with your elbow, balancing the food and a soda cup. Chan was exactly where you’d left him, propped up in bed in a 45 degree angle, eyelids heavy, hair messy and slightly curlee. The heart monitor beeped steadily beside him, its rhythmic pulse filling the quiet room.
“Brought fries,” you announced, shaking the bag a little. His head lolled toward the sound, reaction delayed.
“Fries?” Chan repeated, the word slow and dragged out. His expression suggested that anesthesia hadn’t quite worn off yet.
Chan's fingers twitched toward the bag before his hand even fully registered the movement, his wrist drooping mid-air.
You walked over and perched on the edge of his bed, the paper crinkling as you unfolded the top with exaggerated care — partly to keep grease off the sheets, partly to watch his face slowly crumple into anticipatory delight. His nose scrunched first, then his mouth fell open slightly, his whole body tilting towards you.
You handed him the bag, and his fingers curled around it carefully, then he pulled out a single fry, holding it up between thumb and forefinger, then, with a slowly, he took a bite.
The change was instantaneous. His eyes widened, fully awake now, and the heart monitor stuttered, skipped, then kicked into a faster rhythm. Beep-beep-beep.
You could practically see the dopamine hitting his bloodstream, his pupils dilating further as he chewed. “Oh,” he breathed, voice hushed with reverence. “Ohhh. this is goooood”
he attacked the next fry, fumbling slightly as his anesthesia-slowed reflexes struggled to keep up with his enthusiasm.
A fry slipped from his grip, landing on the blanket with a quiet *plop*. Without thinking, you picked it up and held it out to him. Chan leaned forward, mouth open, and let you pop it between his lips. His teeth grazed your fingertips, and he hummed around the bite.
“You—” he started, then paused to swallow, his tongue darting out to catch a stray grain of salt from his bottom lip. “You made these.” It wasn’t a question. It was a declaration, delivered by your boyfriend who’d just discovered the meaning of life in a paper bag of fast food fries.
You opened your mouth to correct him—Chan, I literally got these from the drive thru— but he was already rambling ahead, “S’why I love you,” he slurred, gesturing vaguely with a fry clutched between his fingers. “Magic hands. Could marry you. Would marry you. Right now.”
His head lolled to the side, “Do they do weddings here? In hospitals?” he paused, slowly reaching a finger to point at you "do you do weddings? like, as the bride?"
You couldn’t help it—you laughed, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably as Chan blinked at you with solemn, drug-dazed sincerity.
The heart monitor’s tempo increased another notch after he heard your laugh, keeping time with the way his free hand pawed clumsily at yours, "Pretty sure you're not legally allowed to consent to marriage while hopped up on anesthetic drugs," you said, plucking another fry with your free hand from the bag and holding it out.
Chan's mouth opened automatically, eyes crossing slightly as he focused on the fry's approach. "Mmm, but I mean it, though" he insisted around the mouthful, cheeks puffing out.
He brought your joined hands to his mouth, pressing a greasy, exaggerated kiss to your knuckles. "you make amazing fries,” he mumbled against your skin, "you'd make an amazing wife too"
minho
Did I...hic... swallow a lightbulb?" Minho's voice was thick with confusion, syllables sliding together. His eyelids fluttered against the ceiling light's glare, and somewhere to his left, a machine beeped in what felt like slow motion.
The old nurse's chuckle was warm but professional. "No, sweetheart, that's just the anesthesia. You're in recovery." She adjusted his IV with practiced ease.
Minho's fingers twitched against the stiff hospital sheets, his brow furrowing deeper when they met empty space. "huh—" He exhaled sharply, arm flopping sideways with alarming lack of coordination. "Where's—?"
Your hand caught his just as panic started creasing his forehead. The instant your skin touched his, his whole body sagged back into the pillow in relief, "Oh," he murmured, thumb clumsily stroking your knuckles. "There you are." His smile was lopsided, pupils still blown wide from the drugs.
The nurse leaned over him with a penlight, her scrubs rustling from the movement. "Mr. Lee, can you tell me where you are right now?"
Minho blinked at the ceiling tiles, his gaze drifting. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again. "No," he admitted finally, his voice scratchy with sleep and drugs. Then his fingers tightened around yours, "But my girlfriend's here so it's probably okay."
You bit back a laugh as the nurse's eyebrows shot up. She turned to you with a smile. "He's adorable when he's high, isn't he?"
Minho made a noise of protest, or at least tried to, but it came out as more of a drowsy hum, his fingers flexing weakly around yours. "Not high," he mumbled, his tongue slow and heavy. "Just..." His head lolled toward you, eyes struggling to focus. "wait," he squinted at you "you brought pudding?"
You hadn't even taken the lid off yet, but somehow, he'd already caught the scent of vanilla from the little plastic cup in your bag.
The nurse chuckled again and patted his shoulder. "I'll leave you two to it," she said, slipping out of the curtained area with a final rustle of scrubs.
Minho's face lit up when you finally pulled it out and peeled back the foil seal, his drowsy expression shifting into something close to glee.
"You know me," he sighed dreamily. His hands twitched uselessly in his lap — still too uncoordinated to hold the spoon — so you scooped up a bite and guided it toward his mouth.
He accepted it with a happy noise, eyes fluttering shut as he savored it. "That's crazy," he said around the mouthful, "How do you always know?"
You were about to tease him, something about how it wasn't exactly a secret, given the way he hoarded pudding cups in your fridge — when his expression abruptly sharpened. His brows furrowed with sudden intensity, his gaze oddly serious as he squinted at you.
"Did you feed the cats, too?"
You blinked. Of all the things for him to latch onto in his anesthesia haze, that was what his brain had zeroed in on.
"Yes," you assured him, fighting a smile. "Automatic feeder’s working, water bowl’s full, and I gave them extra treats before I left."
Minho exhaled like he'd been holding his breath, his shoulders slumping in relief. "Good," he murmured, already drifting again. His eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, heavy with exhaustion. " 'coz sometimes they get..." His words slurred together, the sentence trailing off into silence as his grip on your fingers loosened.
You watched him for a moment, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips parted slightly as his breathing evened out. he hadn't even finished his pudding cup.
A soft snore escaped him, and you couldn't help but laugh under your breath. the nurse was right— he is adorable like this.
changbin
"Ow," Changbin muttered, his voice gravelly, his eyelids felt glued shut, but when he finally managed to pry them open, harsh lights stabbed his vision. He groaned, squinting at the blurry figure sitting beside him. A person, vaguely familiar, holding what looked like his phone and wallet in their lap.
He blinked. Once, twice.
The person— you —looked up instantly, pocketing your phone with a soft smile. "Hey, Binnie. How’re you feeling?"
His pupils were still blown wide from the anesthesia, giving him the dazed, unfiltered honesty of someone who hadn’t quite remembered how to censor himself yet. He blinked at you, slowly , then exhaled a quiet, awed, “…Whoa.”
You stared back at him, “What?”
“You’re really pretty.” The words came out rough, slurred at the edges but painfully earnest. He tilted his head slightly, hospital blanket pooling around his waist as he squinted at you. “Are you a nurse?”
You nearly choked on your own spit trying not to laugh. “No,” you managed.
Changbin frowned, his brows knitting together in confusion. “But you’re here,” he pointed out, “And you’re holding my stuff.” He gestured vaguely at his phone and wallet in your lap.
You bit your lip to keep from grinning. “Yeah, because I came with you.”
His head snapped up so fast his IV line wobbled. “Wait.” his eyes widened slightly “You chose to be here?”
You nodded, watching as his expression cycled through disbelief, delight, and something dangerously close to smugness in the span of three seconds.
He opened his mouth — probably to say something ridiculous — but then his gaze dropped to his own hospital gown, and his face did a complicated little twist. “Do I… look okay?” he asked, voice suddenly small.
“You're drugged,” you said with a shrug.
He pouted. “That’s not what I asked.”
Before you could answer, he made a valiant attempt to flex his bicep under the thin blanket, but the effect was ruined by the way his elbow buckled halfway through.
The IV tugged at his wrist, and he hissed, dropping his arm with a grumble. Still, he managed a wobbly grin. “Still got it,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you.
“You can barely keep your eyes open,” you teased.
“But the muscle is there,” he insisted, patting his own bicep with a sleepy sort of pride.
The nurse chose that moment to walk in, clipboard in hand, and Changbin immediately perked up like he’d been waiting for an audience. “Do I look strong right now?” he asked her, voice dripping with hope.
She barely glanced up, “Sure.”
Changbin turned back to you, triumphant, but then his expression faltered. He bit his lip, suddenly shy, fingers picking at the edge of the blanket. “So…” he started, then stopped, swallowed, tried again. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
You blinked. “Changbin. I am your girlfriend.”
Then his eyes went huge.
“WHAT?”
You burst out laughing as he stared at you in utter, slack jawed disbelief, his head whipping between you and the nurse like he needed a second opinion. “You’re serious?” he demanded, voice cracking.
“Yes.”
“You’re my girlfriend?”
“Yes, Binnie.”
His entire face turned red so fast, then he dropped his head back onto the pillow with a muffled thump, hands covering his face as he started giggling, a high-pitched, disbelieving sound that dissolved into breathless, giddy laughter.
“No way,” he wheezed, peeking at you through his fingers. “No waaay.”
The nurse turned to you, and before she could even open her mouth, Changbin jabbed a finger in your direction, grinning so wide his cheeks must’ve ached. “That’s my girlfriend,” he announced.
“I know,” she said.
“No but like—” He grabbed your hand, squeezing your fingers like he needed proof you were real. “She’s mine.”
You squeezed his hand back, rolling your eyes but unable to hide the way your cheeks warmed at his dopey declaration. "Yes, yes, we've established this," you teased, but Changbin wasn't having it — he tugged your hand closer, his grip surprisingly strong for someone who'd just woken up from surgery.
"Wait, wait—" His eyes narrowed suddenly, a suspicious wrinkle forming between his brows. "Prove it."
You arched an eyebrow. "Prove what?"
"That you're my girlfriend." He crossed his arms over his chest, the IV line got tangled in the blanket halfway through the motion.
You leaned forward before he could fumble with the IV any further, pressing a quick, soft kiss to his lips — barely a brush, just enough to shut him up.
he froze, eyes wide, his breath hitching audibly against your mouth. When you pulled back, his entire face was slack with stunned silence, his fingers hovering in mid air.
“…Oh,” he said finally, voice hushed. the tips of his ears turned red, then he swallowed hard, and nodded once, “Yeah. That checks out.”
You snorted, nudging his shoulder lightly. “Satisfied?”
“…Can you do that again?”
hyunjin
"Hyunjin, you're drooling on the pillow," you said, poking his shoulder.
Hyunjin blinked slowly, his eyelids, the anesthesia still clinging to his thoughts. He smacked his lips once, twice, then frowned, "M'not drooling," he mumbled, his words slurring together. "M'a gentleman. Gentlemen don't drool." He lifted a hand to wipe his mouth that, sure enough, had a little spit trail down to his chin.
Then the nurses approached either side of his hospital bed, One of them had a pair of scissors in her hand, which, in his state, seemed vaguely threatening until he realized they were just for cutting off the hospital bracelet. The other nurse held a neatly folded stack of clothes. His clothes.
"Alright, Mr. Hwang, let's get you changed," one of them chirped, her voice far too cheerful for someone about to strip him bare.
she reaching for the flimsy ties of his gown. Hyunjin's reflexes were delayed, but he managed to clutch the thin paper fabric to his chest just as she gave it a tug.
"Ladies, ladies, calm down!" he giggled, his words still thick. His eyes darted to you, wide and pleading, as if you alone could shield him from this indignity. "I have a girlfriend!" he announced.
The nurses only laughed, unfazed, and the one holding a fresh set of clothes— soft sweatpants and a hoodie —tried to reassure him. "We see naked people every day, sweetheart. Yours isn't special," she sighed, reaching for the gown again.
Hyunjin gasped dramatically, twisting away just enough to escape her hands, his cheeks flushing pink, "No, no, she'll get mad!" he insisted, jerking his chin toward you. His voice dropped to a whisper, though it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. "She’s scary when she’s jealous."
You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all — Hyunjin, bleary eyed and pouting, clinging to his dignity (and his paper gown). “I’m not gonna get mad,” you said, shaking your head as you stepped closer.
It was true— you'd seen him in far more compromising positions, and besides, the nurses were just doing their job. But Hyunjin's face crumpled, his lower lip jutting out in a pout so exaggerated it could've been comical if it weren't for the genuine hurt flashing in his eyes.
"You don't care," he accused, his voice wobbling. The nurses exchanged amused glances, one of them muffling a snort behind her hand.
Rolling your eyes, you plucked the stack of clothes from the second nurse’s arms. “I care enough to dress you myself, you big baby,” you said, shooing the nurses away with a mock-stern wave. They retreated, still giggling, as you perched on the edge of the bed. Hyunjin blinked up at you, his drowsy defiance softening into something fond.
“You’re gonna…?” he slurred, and you nodded, already untangling the sleeves of his sweater. “Yeah, unless you want them to strip you.” His gasp was scandalized. “No! You’re my girlfriend. That’s your job.”
The paper gown crinkled as you peeled it away, Hyunjin’s arms flopping obediently when you guided them into the sweater. He swayed a little, forehead bumping against your shoulder, and you could feel his warm breath through the fabric.
“You’re heavy,” you grumbled, half heartedly, as you wrestled the sweater over his head. He hummed, nonsensically pleased, and muttered into your neck. “S’cause I’m a gentleman,” he mumbled, and you snorted, tugging the hem down over his hips. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.”
jisung
"Baloney," Jisung mumbled, his tongue heavy against the roof of his mouth. "Absolute…..baloney."
His eyelids fluttered, still glued shut with the weight of whatever they’d pumped into his veins. Around him, machines beeped in lazy intervals.
"I had a dream," he announced to no one in particular, louder this time, though his voice cracked midway. His fingers twitched against the stiff hospital sheets. "I had a girlfriend. Like, a whole girlfriend. Not just a ‘we held hands once’ thing. A full romcom montage girlfriend." He sighed, dreamy and dramatic, as if the memory alone was enough to melt him back into the mattress. "She laughed at my jokes. Even the bad ones. The really bad ones."
A quiet chuckle came from beside him. it was warm, familiar. "Yeah?"
Jisung's eyebrows shot up, his face twisting into a mix of confusion and exaggerated offense. "Yeah?" he repeated, dragging the word out like it personally wronged him.
His head lolled toward the sound, still fighting to pry his eyes open. "Don't 'yeah' me like that. This was cinematic. We—" He hiccuped, the motion making his IV tube sway. "—we fed each other and....cuddled..The whole cliché shebang."
The chuckle came again, softer now, closer. A hand brushed his wrist, fingers skimming the edge of his hospital bracelet. "Sounds serious."
"Dead serious," Jisung insisted, nodding so vigorously his neck protested. He winced, "I think she might’ve been a ghost."
The hand on his wrist squeezed, just enough to pinch. "Ow—hey!"
"Definitely not a ghost," you said, your thumb rubbing slow circles over the inside of his wrist where you'd pinched him.
Jisung's fingers twitched again, curling weakly toward your touch. His eyelids finally unstuck, blinking rapidly, he squinted up at you, pupils blown wide, the brown of his irises nearly swallowed by black.
Jisung stared at you for three full seconds before his lips parted in a slow, lopsided grin. "Oh," he said, dragging the syllable out, "You're real." His head flopped back against the pillow, a delirious laugh bubbling up from his chest.
"That's wild. I thought you were, like. A metaphor. Or a side effect. Or—" He hiccuped again, one hand flailing vaguely toward the IV drip. "— drugs."
You caught his hand mid-air, lacing your fingers through his. His skin was warm, slightly clammy, but his grip tightened instinctively around yours. "Nope," you said, popping the 'p' right in his face. "Just me. Your very real girlfriend."
Jisung blinked at you, like he was trying to commit every detail of your face to memory before the drugs wiped it clean again.
His grin widened, dopey and unfiltered, “Holy shit,” he breathed, his free hand lifting to poke your cheek— once, twice —as if testing for holographic resistance. “You’re solid. Like, actually solid. not a...ghost”
You snorted, catching his wandering fingers before they could migrate to your nose. “Ghost girlfriends don’t usually pinch,” you pointed out, squeezing his hand again for emphasis.
“Fair,” he conceded, then leaned in, “But listen,” he whispered, “If you were a ghost, I’d still be into it.
You burst out laughing, the sound bouncing off the walls. Jisung’s eyes lit up at the noise, his entire face softening at the noise. “You’re so gone”
Jisung’s happy expression turned into confusion. “Gone?” he repeated, tilting his head. “Nah. I’m here. Like, physically here.” He wiggled his toes under the thin hospital blanket for emphasis, then immediately winced. “Okay, maybe not all of me is here. My feet are kinda… zoning out.”
“They’ll come back,” you promised. “Just give the drugs time to wear off.”
felix
Felix blinked awake, eyes wide and unfocused, his face still slack. He looked around, then his head turned toward you, and his lips curled into a grin so sudden it was like someone had flipped a switch.
"There she is," he murmured, voice thick with sleep and whatever cocktail they'd pumped into his veins. "C'mere, c'mere." His hand flopped against the hospital bed sheets, patting the space beside him, " You're so... shiny right now. Like a... a disco ball, but softer. And smaller. And—" He squinted. "Are you glowing, or is that just me?"
You laughed, "I'm not glowing, lix" you stepped closer to him, sitting at the edge of the bed and planting a kiss on his forehead.
"I missed you," he announced solemnly, as if you'd been gone for years instead of the twenty minutes it took to wheel him out of surgery and back. "I missed you too, baby," you answered with a smile
Then, abruptly, he tensed. "Wait." His fingers tapped your arm, "Did you eat today?"
You laughed, "Yes, Felix. I ate."
His voice had lost its drowsy slur, "Are you sure you ate? fruits?.." He paused, holding a hand up to count on his fingers "like carrots, cucumbers, and also...yogurt"
"I had a sandwich," you said slowly, "and an apple. And yes, yogurt, if that’s what you’re worried about." You smoothed a hand down his arm, feeling the tension coiled there. "Felix, what’s—"
He exhaled sharply, his body sagging back against the pillows. "Good," he muttered, more to himself than to you. His eyelids fluttered, heavy with residual drowsiness. "That’s good." His grip loosened, fingers sliding down to lace clumsily with yours. "Gonna make you brownies when we get home," he mumbled, the words slurring at the edges.
"Brownies with walnuts," he clarified, because this was vital information. His voice was thick, half lost in the cottony haze of fading anesthesia. "And—and extra chocolate chips. The kind you like."
You smiled, squeezing his hand gently. "You're gonna burn them," you teased, "Like last time." The memory of smoke alarms and Felix waving a dish towel like a surrender flag made your chest ache with something fond and familiar.
Felix made a noise of protest, his head lolling toward you. "Not gonna burn them," he insisted, words smudging together at the edges. "Gonna use the timer. The one with the—" He gestured vaguely with his free hand, fingers sketching shapes in the air. "The beep. The loud beep."
seungmin
The first thing Seungmin noticed was the ceiling. It was off white, with large square lights glaring down at him. The second thing he noticed was the dryness — his throat felt like it had been stuffed with cotton balls, then set on fire. He tried to swallow and winced.
"Ugh," he croaked, his voice barely louder than a whisper. The word came out rough, scraping against his raw throat.
He blinked slowly, his eyelids heavy as if someone had glued weights to them. The lights above him cast a harsh glow that made his head pound. He squinted, turning his face away.
"Someone turn that shit off," he mumbled, but no one answered. The room was quiet except for the steady beep of a monitor nearby. He tried to lift his arm to shield his eyes, but his limbs felt like wet noodles. A dull ache radiated from his shoulder down to his fingertips.
Then he heard laughter — soft, familiar. His brows furrowed, and he turned his head toward the sound. You were sitting in a chair beside the bed, grinning at him like he’d just told the funniest joke in the world.
Seungmin’s smile was slow, the kind that started at one corner of his mouth and crept upward until it reached his eyes, crinkling them at the edges. "You're here," he said, voice still scratchy but suddenly brighter, as if your presence had flipped a switch in him.
"My throat hurts," he murmured, pouting in a way that would've been ridiculous if it weren't so endearing. "My head hurts, too. And the lighting in here is ugly." His voice was thin, frayed at the edges, but the way he said it made you laugh again.
The sound seemed to startle him, his eyes widening slightly before his expression melted into something unbearably fond. "Oh," he said, as if surprised by his own realization. "You're laughing. That's nice." He blinked slowly, his gaze drifting over your face like he was memorizing it.
Then, he added abruptly, "Actually, I might be dying. Can you check?"
You rolled your eyes (fondly) and reached for the water bottle on the bedside table, twisting the cap off with one hand. "You're not dying," you said, sliding a straw inside and guiding it toward his lips. "You're just dramatic."
He opened his mouth obediently, letting you guide the straw between his teeth. The first sip was tentative, but the second was greedy, his throat working as he swallowed.
Seungmin exhaled sharply through his nose, water droplets clinging to his lower lip as he pulled away from the straw. His eyes — still hazy from anesthesia — locked onto yours with sudden, startling clarity. The corners of his mouth twitched, and then, his entire face softened.
"Actually," he murmured, his voice still rough but lighter now, "things are looking up. The lighting is better now." and then, because Seungmin had never been subtle a day in his life, he added, "Or maybe it's just you."
You snorted, but your fingers tightened around the water bottle anyway. "Wow," you deadpanned. "You're so smooth post surgery. Do they pump you full of charm with the anesthesia, or is this just your natural state?"
Seungmin's laugh was a quiet, breathy thing, more vibration than sound. "Natural talent," he croaked, then winced. "Ow. Laughing hurts. Stop being funny." He reached for the water again, but his hand wobbled mid air, his fingers twitching toward yours instead.
You guided the straw back to his lips without comment, watching as he took another slow sip. His throat worked, Adam's apple bobbing, and when he leaned back against the pillow, his expression was smug. "See? Told you. Better already."
You arched an eyebrow. "The water or me?"
"Yes."
jeongin
The nurse who worked at the hospital was old. she had seen it all before — confused Post-operation patients, disoriented trauma cases, people who swore they were Napoleon. But this was different.
She checked Jeongin's chart again, tapping her pen against the clipboard. "And what's your name, sweetheart?" she asked, though she already knew the answer. Standard procedure. Always a standard procedure.
Jeongin blinked up at her, pupils still dilated from the anesthesia. His hair was a mess, sticking up in three different directions. He opened his mouth, hesitated — then his eyes slid past her shoulder, and his entire face transformed. A slow, dopey grin spread across his lips, so wide it looked like it might hurt. "You,"
You hadn't even said anything yet. You'd just walked into the recovery room holding a paper cup of water, freezing cold from the vending machine down the hall.
The nurse glanced between the two of you, eyebrows rising. "Do you know who this is?" she asked Jeongin, nodding toward you.
Jeongin didn’t even glance at the nurse. His gaze stayed locked on you, dopey and adoring.
“Of course I know,” he said, voice slurred but certain. “That’s—” He paused, brow furrowing, then brightened. “That’s my...girlfriend!”
The nurse’s pen hovered over her clipboard, her lips pursed in amusement. “Alright, Mr. yang,” she said, “What year is it?”
Jeongin blinked at her, his grin faltering for the first time since you’d walked in. His brow scrunched up, the effort of concentration visible in the way his fingers flexed against the sheets.
Then, with a sudden, helpless laugh, he turned his head toward you, his eyes pleading. “You tell her,” he said, then turned his head back to the nurse and whispered “She knows everything.”
You couldn’t help it — you snorted, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth to stifle the sound. and he beamed back at you.
the nurse chuckled, there was a fondness in it as she scribbled down in her clipboard. “Uh huh, and does ‘she’ know what planet we’re on, too?”
Jeongin’s face went blank for a second, then lit up again. “Earth,” he announced proudly, then, he added, “But I think she could tell you about the other ones. If you asked nice.”
The nurse’s pen paused mid scribble. She gave you a look — half exasperated, half amused — before sighing and flipping her clipboard shut. “Alright, Romeo. You’re officially the most charming post-op I’ve had all week.”
She patted Jeongin’s shoulder, then nodded toward the door. “He’s all yours. Just don’t let him try to walk yet” and she left with a final smile, the door clicking shut behind her.
Jeongin’s head turned to your direction, he tried weakly to reach for you, and you reached out and let him clumsily intertwine his fingers with yours.
“You’re real,” he murmured, he’d half convinced himself you were a hallucination.
You squeezed his hand, biting back a laugh. “Pretty sure. Unless we’re both hallucinating, which would be—”
Bang Chan / Lee Know / Changbin / Hyunjin / Han / Felix / Seungmin / Jeongin
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Okay, let’s talk about Han Jisung because this man is a whole paradox and I’m completely obsessed.
On the outside he’s loud, chaotic, funny and hyper. But in bed? He’s mostly the neediest, whiniest, and most desperate submissive boy ever. However, every once in a while… he switches. And when that happens, it hits different.
When he’s submissive (his default mode):
Han is ridiculously submissive and touch-starved. He needs kisses all the time — deep, messy, desperate kisses while moaning into your mouth. He’s extremely vocal and whiny, letting out the prettiest sounds: broken “please baby”, “I’ll be good, I swear”, and “don’t stop, I can’t take it”. He has a massive praise kink and melts instantly when you call him “good boy”, “my pretty baby”, or tell him how cute he looks when he’s desperate.
He loves being overstimulated. After he cums he becomes a shaking, teary-eyed mess, but still begs you to keep touching him with those breathy whimpers. He’s addicted to the feeling.
When he dominates (rare but intense):
Even though it doesn’t happen often, when Han decides to take control, he goes hard. His eyes get dark and hungry, and he suddenly becomes possessive and teasing. He’ll pin your wrists down, bite your neck and shoulders, and fuck you with deep, hard thrusts while whispering filthy things in your ear. He still has that desperate energy, but now he’s making you beg for him. He loves making you say his name and admit how much you need him before rewarding you by fucking you even harder. It’s rare, but when it happens it feels intense and addictive.
Han’s cock is around 14-15 cm and so pretty. The head is a cute, light pink color that gets even pinker and shinier when he’s leaking precum. It’s very sensitive, especially the head — the moment you focus there he starts trembling and whimpering uncontrollably. He doesn’t cum in huge volumes every time, but when he does, it’s a lot at once. Thick, pearly white, and almost sweet-tasting. After he cums he becomes 10 times more whiny and clingy than usual. He gets super sensitive, twitches at the smallest touch, and starts babbling cutely while hiding his face in your neck.
When he eats you out, he’s messy and eager, moaning like he’s the one receiving pleasure. When you suck him off, he completely loses it — head thrown back, mouth open, letting out the prettiest moans while gently holding your hair. He loves being marked and wants your hickeys all over his neck, chest, and thighs so he can look at them later and feel claimed.
No matter if he was dominant or submissive, aftercare with Han is the softest thing ever. He becomes the clingiest baby, nuzzling into your chest, kissing you everywhere, and whispering “I love you… I love you so much” while still trembling. He needs lots of praise and cuddles to come down properly.
Han is mostly your desperate, kissy, whiny, and obedient boy who lives to be praised and used by you… but every once in a while that hidden dominant side comes out and he fucks you like he’s been dying to ruin you. Either way, he’s incredibly vocal, emotional, and completely addicted to you. When he cums he gets even needier and cuter, and I’m so weak for that version of him.
I swear no one talks about how much of a hidden freak Han is. He’s literally perfect.
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Mini scenario 🤓
Han was completely pressed against you, skin to skin, bodies slick with sweat as he fucked you in missionary position. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper with every thrust. His cock slid in and out of you with desperate, wet sounds, filling the room with the obscene noise of skin slapping against skin.
“Baby… fuck— you’re so warm inside…” Han moaned loudly, his voice needy and trembling as he kissed you again. The kiss was messy and hungry, his tongue sliding against yours while he continued thrusting deep and slow, rolling his hips in a way that made the head of his cock drag perfectly against your most sensitive spot.
He couldn’t stop kissing you. It was constant, almost obsessive. He kissed your mouth like he needed it to breathe — sucking on your tongue, biting your bottom lip gently, then moving down to your jaw, neck, and collarbones, sucking and nibbling on your skin, leaving little red marks. Then he’d come back to your lips again, moaning into the kiss, the sound muffled and desperate.
“I love you… I love you so much… you feel so fucking good…” he whimpered between kisses, his voice hoarse and whiny. His hips never stopped moving, thrusting deep, grinding against you with needy desperation. “Your pussy is squeezing me so tight… swallowing me whole… I’m losing my mind…”
You dug your nails into his back and Han let out a loud, broken moan, his whole body shuddering. But instead of slowing down, he picked up the pace, fucking you harder, deeper, his pelvis slamming against your clit with every thrust.
“Yes— just like that… scratch me more… mark me up…” he begged, voice cracking as he kissed you again, sucking on your tongue desperately. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and chest, mixing with yours. His thighs were trembling against yours, but he kept moving, fucking you with raw need.
He lifted his upper body slightly to look at your face. His eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed deep red, lips swollen from kissing. He stared at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world while he kept thrusting deep inside you, rolling his hips.
“Look at me… please look at me while I fuck you…” he pleaded, voice soft and whiny. “I want to see your face when you cum on my cock…”
He lowered himself again, pressing his sweaty chest against yours. The kisses returned, even more intense. He kissed your neck, sucked on your earlobe, then back to your mouth, shoving his tongue inside while his thrusts grew faster. The wet, filthy sound of your pussy taking every inch of him filled the room.
“I’m so close already… but I don’t want to stop… I never want to pull out of you…” he whined, voice breaking. “Your pussy is so hot… so wet… so tight… squeeze me more, please… please squeeze me…”
You clenched around him and Han let out a loud, almost sobbing moan, burying his face in your neck as he fucked you harder, short and deep thrusts.
“Just like that… fuck— you’re gonna kill me… I love you… I love you so fucking much…” he moaned nonstop, kissing, sucking, and biting your neck while his pace became frantic.
His entire body was shaking. His thighs, his arms, his breathing — everything was out of control. He kissed you like the world was ending, moaning into your mouth, saliva mixing as he kept fucking you without mercy.
“I’m gonna cum… baby, I’m gonna cum… can I? Please let me cum inside you… I need to fill you up… please, please, please…” he begged, voice completely broken and whiny, almost crying from pleasure.
When you finally gave him permission, Han completely lost it.
He buried himself as deep as possible and came with a long, loud, desperate moan. His whole body convulsed against yours, cock pulsing hard as thick, warm spurts of cum flooded deep inside you. He kept moving slowly, grinding his hips to push every drop deeper, moaning and whimpering while covering your face and neck with lazy, loving kisses.
Even after he finished, he didn’t pull out. He stayed buried inside you, breathing heavily, body still trembling with aftershocks as he showered you with soft kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips.
“Don’t make me pull out yet… let me stay inside you a little longer… please…” he whispered breathlessly, voice hoarse and needy, nuzzling into your neck.
He continued kissing you gently, still deep inside you, like he wanted to stay connected to you forever.
