Summary: It’s something about the beginning of the school year that makes you forget a lot of other important things. It’s a good thing you can always count of your friends when you are in need of last minute assistance or even a simple distraction or help to notice the feeling you didn’t realize you still had for someone or that they had for you.
A/N: Okay 2 things. 1. Yes I’m said this would come sooner but better late than never right? 😅 and 2. This probably should’ve come before An Unwise Interest but it’s fine we’re here now. Please enjoy regardless!!
Stared: August 12, 2022
Ended: December 11, 2022
Posting sched. Wednesdays and Friday’s at 12pm for now
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Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty One | Part Twenty Two
everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?
everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?
everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?
summary: Jeonghan and Y/N have a nonverbal form of communicating consent for their shared somnophilia kink. Y/N wears lingerie if she wants him to fuck her in her sleep which Jeonghan is always down for.
wc: 1.4k
warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, sexual content: jeonghan has a lingerie kink, unprotected sex (use protection!), sensual massage, somnophilia (sex while one party is sleeping. they've established a form of consensual communication), sleepy sex, jeonghan cums on the reader's ass, slight hair pulling, a little praise and some pet names (angel, sweetheart, honey, baby)
Somnophilia, the desire to have sex with an unconscious, sleeping or comatose person who is unable to respond.
Not exactly everyone’s cup of tea, but it certainly was yours. And lucky for you, it was also your boyfriend’s.
The first time you mentioned your interest in the kink, Jeonghan’s interest was piqued immediately, asking many questions to learn more about your kink. As you explained the fantasy of being used while you were asleep, you noticed Jeonghan was just as into the idea as you were.
Of course, nothing could happen without consent and there laid a problem. How would you consent to him using you while you slept? Jeonghan came up with the perfect solution. Lingerie.
Your boyfriend made it known early on that he loved lingerie. You could count the times you had sex completely bare on one hand. The rest of the time had been in the comfort of your shared bedroom, you donned in lace sets he purchased just for you.
“So if I want to be used in my sleep, I just wear this?” You asked, holding up the newest set Jeonghan had purchased for you during his trip to Paris fashion week. He nodded eagerly, smiling widely. “Precisely,” he answered, watching as you inspected the material.
It was a beautiful three piece set. A bra, panty, and garter belt set, all black mesh and lace with pink floral embroidery. You glanced back up at him. “Okay,” you answered simply, mirroring his smile. Jeonghan leaned across the sofa, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.
It was an unorthodox system but it worked for the both of you. You got what you wanted and your boyfriend got what he wanted. It was a win-win situation.
Jeonghan seemed to think so when he arrived home late one night from practice to find you passed out in your shard bed, covers resting around your thighs and the black set on full display.
Practice had been particularly rough that day, no one seemed to want to be there and they all agreed their heads weren’t in the right space. Despite that, each one of them persevered through it, managing to get through the day.
You’d sent words of encouragement and support to Jeonghan through KKT throughout the day and if he was being honest, he wasn’t sure he’d make it through without your constant support.
So when he came home to find you wearing the black set, it was like a dream come true.
Jeonghan decided to clean up before joining you in bed, undressing and getting into the shower.
Once done in the shower and dried, Jeonghan finally entered the bedroom and climbed into bed, pulling back the covers and slipping under them.
He rolled over to look at you, watching the way you mumbled sleepily and shifted, bringing your knee up a little higher and showing off the curve of your ass unintentionally.
Jeonghan scooted closer, propping himself up on one elbow and reaching over slowly to brush your hair back a little. His thumb traced the curve of your cheek before moving down to toy with the black mesh of your lingerie.
His eyes continued to wander, his hand following the same path slowly until his hand was resting on the small of your back. His eyes moved back up, looking at your face and making sure you were still deep in slumber before he moved his hand again, smoothing over your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.
You moaned in your sleep, pressing back against Jeonghan’s hand.
Jeonghan smiled, his free hand moving down to press against his hardening cock.
The hand on your body continued to slowly massage, gripping and smoothing over the exposed skin while he continued to palm himself through his pants.
Sitting up carefully, Jeonghan moved the blanket back and shifted, pushing your legs aside to make space enough for him to settle between your thighs.
Both of his hands moved, fingers skimming up your thighs, stopping to rest on your ass before he hooked his fingers under the material of your panties and slowly pulled them down, discarding them quickly.
Even though you were deep in your sleep, Jeonghan could see that his touches and massaging had its intended effect on you and you were wet.
“I’ve barely touched you, baby,” he muttered under his breath, bringing two fingers to toy with your entrance, dropping down to find your clit and draw slow circles.
His other hand pushed his sweats and underwear down, freeing his cock as he scooted closer, pushing his fingers into your heat, pulling a moan from your sleeping form.
Jeonghan pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, cleaning them of your arousal before spitting into his hand and spreading it along his length.
He positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance and pushed into you, letting out a low groan at the way your walls hugged him as he bottomed out, hips flush with your ass.
“Shit, Y/N,” he whispered, not wanting to wake you with his voice. “You feel so good, baby.”
Pulling back slightly, Jeonghan thrust forward slowly, testing the waters and seeing just how deep in your slumber you were. When you didn’t react he kept going, thrusting a little harder.
Not wanting to hold you too tightly, he placed his hands on the mattress on either side of your hips and continued to thrust into you.
Your body jostled on the bed, soft gasps leaving your lips.
Jeonghan let out a low moan, hips faltering for just a moment before regaining his composure, feeling you start to stir under him.
“H-Hannie?” Your voice called out softly.
Jeonghan leaned over, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “Shh baby,” he replied just as softly. “Go back to sleep.”
“Mmm,” you murmured. “F-feels s-so good.”
“I know, baby,” Jeonghan answered, one of his hands moving to comb through your hair, fingers gripping the hair at the base of your head. “You feel so good, too,” he whispered.
“Don’t stop,” you gasped, fingers digging into the sheets, bracing yourself from the sharp snap of Jeonghan’s hips against your ass.
“Shh,” he whispered. “Be good for me. Relax and go back to sleep, angel,” Jeonghan moaned in your ear, tugging gently on your hair.
You let out a whine at the sensation, eyes shutting as you tried to do as he said.
You really wanted to go back to sleep, exhausted from being woken up so late but the pleasure you were feeling was stronger than your will to go to sleep, so you just laid still for your boyfriend, eyes shut as you gasped and whined with each thrust.
“Good girl,” Jeonghan groaned, his thrusts growing more frantic as he chased his high. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
You moaned out your boyfriend’s name, walls squeezing him as your own orgasm rolled over you. Jeonghan wasn’t far behind you, pulling out of you just in time to release on your ass, moaning out your name.
“Shit,” he huffed, sitting back on his heels. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said sheepishly as he watched his cum slowly roll down the skin of your ass and drip onto your cunt. “I made a mess all over you.”
“S’okay, Hannie,” you murmured, cheek pressed against your pillow. “I’ll clean you up, honey,” he answered, climbing off the bed. “No, it’s okay!” You protested but he was in the bathroom and back with a warm, wet washcloth before you knew it.
“I’d feel horrible if you went to sleep all sticky,” he added as he wiped inside your thighs and ass clean. “I don’t mind,” you mumbled, making him chuckle.
“You’d mind in the morning,” he retorted and you realized he was absolutely right.
“Yeah,” you answered. “But I could always shower in the morning,” you added.
“Yeah, you could,” Jeonghan said with a chuckle as he finished wiping you clean.
“Let’s do that then,” he continued. “Let’s take a shower in the morning but for now, go back to sleep, honey,” he added, leaning over to press a kiss to your hair.
“Mmm, okay,” you murmured as he pulled the covers over you. He discarded the used towel in the hamper in the bathroom before joining you under the covers, smiling as you snuggled into him, burying your face in his chest.
“Goodnight, Hannie,” you whispered as he pulled you tight against him.
summary: After a few drinks and a slip of the tongue, Y/N and her boyfriend, Seonghwa, invite their friend Hongjoong back to their hotel room.
wc: 6.7k (sorry. she's wordy lol)
warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, established relationship (Seonghwa), alcohol consumption, sexual content: threesome, protected sex (both Hwa & Joong wear condoms), oral (f receiving, m receiving), anal (f receiving), double penetration, biting, dom!Hwa, dom!Joong, bratty!Reader, Hwa is a little rough with his hands, pet names (baby, angel, etc), I think I got everything lol
“I can’t believe he didn’t know his toupee was lopsided!” You giggled, setting your glass down as your boyfriend, Seonghwa, reached over, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, smiling as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.
“It was so funny!” Hongjoong said, grabbing the half empty bottle of soju and began pouring more shots. You grabbed your full shot glass and waited for the two men to do the same, clinking the glass together before downing your shot quickly.
Hongjoong let out a whoop, causing Seonghwa to kick him under the table. “Shut up, you idiot,” Seonghwa chuckled, looking at his best friend. You joined in his laughter, giggling behind your hand at your boyfriend’s best friend.
“Sorry,” Hongjoong said with a grimace. “It’s been a while since I’ve drank like this,” he added, shaking his head and grabbing the bottle to pour more shots.
“I think the last time I drank like this,” you said, raising to press your finger to your lips in mock thinking. “Was that party at Wooyoung’s,” you concluded. Seonghwa groaned, rolling his eyes. “The party where he insisted we play strip truth or dare?”
Hongjoong nearly choked on his water, having grabbed the bottle to take a sip.
“He made you what?” He asked incredulously, making you giggle again as the alcohol mixed in your system.
Seonghwa shook his head, giving you a fond smile before looking at his best friend.
“It’s so dumb. He just wanted an excuse to take his clothes off,” Seonghwa replied as you settled into the cushions beside him.
He’d chosen this restaurant because it was attached to the hotel you and he were staying in but also because they had these private balconies for rent. The table was low, almost like a coffee table, with two black cushioned loveseats on either side and matching armchairs on the ends. The balcony had two square pyramid shaped outdoor heaters, powered by propane with a glass tube up the center that held the flame.
The food, which had been excellent, was mostly gone and several empty bottles of soju sat on the table top.
“I think Woo just wanted everyone naked, to be honest,” you added, snuggled up against Seonghwa as one of your hands reached up to play with the hair at the base of his neck. Seonghwa nodded, shrugging as he looked up at you.
“Yeah, that sounds about right,” he said, smiling as you erupted into more drunken giggles.
Across the table, Hongjoong watched the exchange with a fond smile on his face. After all, it was he who introduced you and Seonghwa in the first place, wanting two of his closest friends to meet and was pleasantly surprised when the two of you hit it off so well you started dating.
You caught sight of him grinning at the two of you like an idiot. “What are you smiling at?” You asked, tilting your head and drawing Seonghwa’s attention back to Hongjoong. The younger man shook his head, looking down at his shot glass with a smile. “I just never imagined that things would work out so well for you two,” he said softly.
You exchanged glances with Seonghwa. “Are you… jealous?” Seonghwa asked, proceeding with caution.
Hongjoong laughed, shaking his head again. “The opposite,” he answered, looking up. “I couldn’t be happier for you two,” he answered before holding his shot glass up. “Here’s to you two lovebirds,” he said before throwing back the shot, you and Seonghwa following suit.
The conversation shifted quickly.
“So tell me more about this strip truth or dare game,” Hongjoong said, reaching to grab a leftover piece of sushi and popped it in his mouth.
“Oh god,” Seonghwa groaned again while you laughed.
“It was so funny,” you answered as you started to explain the mechanics of the game, reiterating how Wooyoung totally made up the rules on the spot. “So it gets to me,” you said as Seonghwa grabbed his non-alcoholic drink and took a sip. “This little shit,” Seonghwa scoffed as you playfully hit his chest.
“You can’t tell me he wasn’t saving that question specifically for you,” Seonghwa said as he set the glass down.
Hongjoong watched you two, waiting for the next part.
“He asks me to pick truth or dare and I had already done a dare the previous round, so naturally, I chose truth,” you explained as Seonghwa placed his arm on the back of the loveseat behind you.
“Naturally, of course,” Hongjoong said with a smirk. He knew you well enough that you hated playing truth or dare in any setting because it always ended up turning into a game of I dare you to kiss so-and-so. Hongjoong couldn't deny he hated that growing up. No one had any imagination as teenagers.
“So he asks me-,” you started but Seonghwa interrupted you. “Technically, he asked us,” he said.
“He asks me,” you said again, ignoring your boyfriend. “If I’ve ever had a threesome,” you finally manage to get out.
Hongjoong’s eyes widened, his eyebrows shooting up at the sheer audacity of Wooyoung to ask a question like that, especially in front of Seonghwa.
“Uh, no,” Seonghwa interrupted again. “He specifically asked you if you’ve had a threesome with me and him,” he corrects, nodding towards Hongjoong.
You scrunched up your face and looked at Seonghwa. "Wait. Did he specifically ask if it was with you and Joongie?" you asked. "I don't remember that." Seonghwa shook his head, leaning forward to grab his drink and held the glass out to you.
"Here, babe," he said before explaining further.
"You were a lot more drunk than I was that night," he started. "Wooyoung specifically asked if we'd ever had a three way with Joong," he continued as you took a long sip of the drink your boyfriend handed you.
Hongjoong’s heart was pounding in his chest as he processed what was being said. If Wooyoung really asked that in a room full of people, he had to have thought it actually happened at some point and since he mentioned it in front of other people, they had to think the same thing now.
"You told him no, of course," he finally said, relaxing into the loveseat across from his two closest friends. You nodded, handing the glass back to Seonghwa who took a sip of his own.
Seonghwa set the glass back down and shook his head. "No you didn't," he countered, causing both you and Hongjoong to look at him, mirroring the same confused expressions.
"Yes I did!" you retorted indignantly. Seonghwa shook his head again. "No sweetheart, what you actually said was 'not yet.'"
Seonghwa’s words hit Hongjoong like a truck and he suddenly felt his pants growing tighter. 'Not yet? What does that even mean?' he wondered as you and Seonghwa bickered back and forth.
Finally, you conceded, assuming Seonghwa was correct because he has been much more sober than you at the party.
"My bad," you said with a shrug as you settled back against the sofa, one of your hands resting on your boyfriend’s thigh. Hongjoong couldn't help but imagine your hand on his thigh and --
'Stop it!' he scolded himself mentally. The last thing he needed was images of you on your knees in front of him as your mouth--
'Yah! What are you doing!'
Hongjoong shook his head, realizing he'd zoned out of whatever conversation you and Seonghwa currently were having. He leaned forward and snatched his bottle of water.
He was too busy downing his water to notice the way Seonghwa's attention shifted to him, albeit very briefly. He noticed the change in Hongjoong's body language almost instantly.
Best friends were usually pretty perceptive about one another.
Hongjoong replaced the cap of his almost empty bottle of water and set it back on the table, trying to force his brain to focus on anything other than you on top of him with Seonghwa behind you, hands gripping your —
'Stop thinking about your best friends like that!' Hongjoong mentally admonished himself. 'What is wrong with you?!'
Hongjoong would be a liar if he said he hadn't fantasized about you before but that was ages ago, when you were teens and before you even met Seonghwa. It wasn't like he wanted to date you or bring those fantasies alive, he was just a horny teenage boy then.
But if he was just a horny teenage boy then, what was he now? Sitting across from his best friend and his best friend's girl, fantasizing about her touching him.
Seonghwa could tell Hongjoong was having some sort of internal struggle and he could only guess it had something to do with your accidental admission that you may or may not want a three way to happen. Ever since they'd brought it up, Hongjoong had shifted uncomfortably in his seat, tried to relax, and drink some water.
Clearly, the thought was affecting him and Seonghwa could only guess what was going on in that imaginative brain of his best friend.
He decided to try something; something that might give him an idea of just how far he could take this.
He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to whisper in your ear, not missing the way Hongjoong watched you.
"If you want that little fantasy of yours to come true, do what I say."
It was well known to Seonghwa that you were more than willing to have a threesome. He knew it early on when you started becoming intimate. Seonghwa had never given the idea much thought, mainly because he didn't want to share you with another man, nor did he want to try to focus on two women.
It had never crossed his mind, until the night of the party, that Hongjoong could enter the equation and Seonghwa found himself not hating the idea.
If he was going to share you with another man, might as well be one he trusted fully and who did he trust more than his best friend?
Only you.
Hongjoong watched with wide eyes as Seonghwa's free hand moved, gliding up your leg, past your knee and up the side of your thigh and pulled, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you leg up over his lap, almost so you were straddling him but not quite.
'What the fuck?' he wondered.
"S-so you mentioned you'd done a dare at the party?" Hongjoong stammered, mentally cursing when he heard his own voice break slightly. You didn't react to it but Seonghwa certainly did and the smirk the older man gave had Hongjoong’s blood boiling but not in anger. No, definitely not in anger.
"Oh," you said with a nod. "Yeah, the dare was to show everyone the last racy photo I sent Seonghwa," you said, cheeks burning under the heated gaze of your boyfriend and now your best friend.
Seonghwa glanced up at Hongjoong in time to see the darkened gaze he sent your way. It gave him an idea.
"You want to see it?" he asked, drawing both yours and Hongjoong’s attention. "W-what?" Hongjoong asked, causing Seonghwa’s smirk to grow.
He looked at you, the hand on your thigh giving your skin a light squeeze. "Show him the picture, baby," he said, his voice laced with amusement.
You hesitated for a moment before remembering what Seonghwa had said only moments ago. 'If you want that little fantasy of yours to come true, do what I say.'
You leaned forward and grabbed your clutch that lay on the table, pulling out your phone and unlocking the screen before started to scroll through your camera roll.
Hongjoong's eyes flickered from you as you searched through your phone and Seonghwa, who leaned forward to grab the bottle of soju and poured three shots. As Seonghwa grabbed his shot glass, he leaned back and you murmured something about finding 'it.'
Heart pounding, Hongjoong waited until you got up from the sofa and moved around the table to sit on the arm of the loveseat he sat on. You held out your phone and Hongjoong looked up at you before carefully taking the device from you, as if it would explode.
Hongjoong glanced at Seonghwa one last time who nodded towards the phone as if to say go on. Finally, he allowed his eyes to look down at the screen and felt his breath catch in his throat, his heart pounding even harder as his pants tightened even more.
On the screen was a picture you'd clearly taken in the mirror. It was dimly lit in the room you'd taken the picture in, no doubt your bedroom as he could see a bed, the edge of a computer desk, and the million plushies that adorned your bed.
And there you sat, kneeling with your ass resting on your heels as you faced away from the mirror. Your back was arched, giving off a perfect view of your ass.
Hongjoong could see you peeking over your shoulder but your phone was covering your face as you had snapped the photo.
You were scantily clad in a cropped white tee but the focus of the photo was quite clearly your perfect ass, a black lace thong dipping between your cheeks.
Heat rose to his cheeks as he studied the photo. His eyes were so focused on the screen that he didn't see the way Seonghwa watched him with a curious expression.
He saw the way you bit into your bottom lip as you watched Hongjoong.
He wondered what was going through your mind at that very moment. He could almost see the wheels turning.
Seonghwa cleared his throat, drawing your attention but Hongjoong’s stayed on the screen. “Can you do something for me, angel?” Seonghwa asked, knowing that specific nickname had a particular effect on you.
You nodded slowly, eyes meeting Seonghwa’s heated gaze and prompting him to smile at you sweetly.
“Take the phone from him,” he said, nodding towards Hongjoong. You reached over, lightly snatching the phone from Hongjoong and breaking the trance he seemed to be in. Seonghwa held his hand out for your phone. You stood up and walked over to hand it to him wondering what he was planning.
Seonghwa took the phone in one hand before taking your hand and pulling you down to whisper in your ear.
Hongjoong watched the way your eyes widened and you pulled back to look at your boyfriend with a shocked expression. “Are you sure?” He heard you whisper to which Seonghwa nodded, the same smile on his face as he let go of your hand and leaned back against the cushions.
Hongjoong’s eyes followed you as you walked around the table and took a seat beside him. He turned his gaze to look across the table at Seonghwa who sat back, arms resting on the back of the couch as he watched the two of you with dark eyes.
“What’s going on?” Hongjoong finally managed to ask, trying to ignore the heat of your body next to his.
The alcohol was having more of an effect on him and it made him extremely perceptive of your close proximity.
Seonghwa’s eyes turned to you quickly and nodded, seemingly encouraging you. Hongjoong tore his gaze from his friend to look at you as you leaned in, one of your hands lightly grazing his thigh as you leaned forward, lips inches from his.
“What are you doing?” He whispered, frozen under your simple touch. “It’s okay,” you simply answered. Hongjoong looked from you to Seonghwa who made no effort to move, only watched from his seat. And then it hit Hongjoong. Seonghwa had whispered something to you earlier before he told you to show the picture.
And then again just now, he’d whispered something Hongjoong couldn’t hear.
His head turned back to gaze at your face inches from his. His eyes dipped to look at your lips before looking back up to meet your eyes. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears.
The next moment, your lips were on his and it was like a switch flipped. Hongjoong’s hands grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap. He barely had time to register what he was doing before he pulled back from your kiss and immediately started apologizing. You silenced him with another kiss, your lips moving against his as your hands moved up his chest, one stopping at his shoulder while the other moved up into his hair.
“Don’t apologize,” you murmured against his lips. “I know you want this,” you added, rolling your hips and grinding against his prominent erection. Seonghwa had noticed early on but you hadn’t seen it until you were studying him while his focus was on your phone. Your boyfriend was clearly much more perceptive than you.
“What about—” Hongjoong muttered but his words were cut off by your lips back on his before you pulled back slightly. “He’s the one who suggested this,” you answered. Your lips moved against his cheek, down the side of his face as you kissed down towards his neck, stopping to nip at his skin.
Hongjoong let out a sigh, tilting his head as you teased him. His eyes landed on Seonghwa who was merely watching, a smirk on his face as he saw the effect you had on his best friend.
“You can touch her, you know,” Seonghwa said, nodding towards you. Hongjoong hesitantly let his hands move, sliding them down your waist to your hips, stilling for a moment before running his hands over your backside, gripping and pulling your hips against his, letting out a soft groan at the feeling.
Watching you grind yourself against his best friend was something Seonghwa had never even given a thought to but now that he was watching it, he was realizing how much he enjoyed watching you get worked up.
Your lips met Hongjoong’s again in a heated kiss, lips parting as your tongue entered his mouth, exploring and finding his tongue. It was messy, rushed, and very different from the way Seonghwa kissed you.
Everything your boyfriend did was precise, calculated, and measured but with Hongjoong, it was chaotic, hasty, and erratic. His hands were everywhere, lips moving against yours and tongue fighting for dominance.
It made your heart pound but it also made your panties stick to you as your arousal grew with each grind and pass of Hongjoong’s tongue over yours.
You heard Seonghwa clear his throat from behind you and broke apart from Hongjoong, turning to glance back at your boyfriend.
He was leaning forward, downing the rest of his drink and got to his feet. "I'm gonna go settle the bill," he said, walking around the table as you slid off Hongjoong's lap. Seonghwa stopped beside you, leaning down to kiss the top of your head before looking at Hongjoong.
"Finish your drinks and meet me at the elevator," he added before moving to the door, pulling it open and stepping back into the restaurant.
Hongjoong's eyes returned to your form as you giggled, fingers covering your lips as you sat there. "What the hell just happened?" Hongjoong breathed, feeling many things all at once.
"Did he really tell you to do that?" he asked, to which you nodded. "He did," you answered, scooting to the edge of the couch, grabbing a piece of sushi before getting to your feet and grabbing your clutch.
"Come on," you said thickly, covering your mouth as you swallowed the food. "He's waiting for us."
Hongjoong downed his water and got up, following you as you led the way through the restaurant, bidding goodnight to the hostesses and managed to make it out into the lobby where he could see Seonghwa waiting by the elevators.
As the two of you approached, Hongjoong felt as if this is where the fun would end but he was surprised, yet again when Seonghwa wrapped an arm around your shoulders and looked him in the eye.
“I think we should take this upstairs,” he said softly, glancing at you. Hongjoong watched as you nodded and then as both of his friends looked at him.
“Joong?” You asked sweetly, holding out your hand. “Will you join us?”
Hongjoong hesitated. They were giving him the choice to join them upstairs or leave.
The answer was obvious.
Hongjoong stepped forward, taking your outstretched hand. “I’d love to join you two,” he said with a smile.
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Had Hongjoong been told he’d end up in bed with two of his best friends, he would have told the person who said it they were insane and that would never happen.
And how wrong he would have been.
As soon as the three of them left the elevator, you were on Hongjoong, lips against his, pulling at his jacket as Seonghwa unlocked the door to their hotel suite and led the way inside.
Once inside, things moved faster than Hongjoong could process.
You had him stripped of his jacket and shirt, pushed onto the bed and on top of him before Seonghwa had managed to turn on the dim hotel lamps.
“Take it easy, baby,” Seonghwa said from somewhere else in the room. Hongjoong couldn’t find him as he was too busy focusing on the way you were grinding against him. “This is all new to Joong.”
It was only a moment later that you had Hongjoong stripped, his cock in your hand as you stroked him slowly. “Shit,” he groaned, falling back on the mattress as he felt your tongue drag up the bottom of his cock, taking the head into your mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, eyes fluttering shut.
He had fantasized about this, sure, but the reality was much better than his imagination.
“She’s good at that, isn’t she?” Seonghwa asked, finally sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the way you took Hongjoong into your mouth, bobbing your head and letting the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, filling the room with lewd sounds.
“Yeah,” Hongjoong answered. “S-so good.”
Seonghwa’s smirk grew, drawing his eyes from his best friend to look towards you, reaching out to affectionately stroke your hair. “Such a good little slut,” he purred, hand stopping on the back of your head.
“I know you can take more in that pretty little mouth, though,” he added, firmly pushing your head down, forcing more of Hongjoong’s cock in your mouth.
“Breathe through your nose, baby,” he ordered as you sank down. “That’s it.”
Hongjoong let out a choked moan as his cock slid deeper, the head extending down into your throat. “Fuck!” He grunted as you gagged, throat constricting around him.
“She’s very good at taking cock,” Seonghwa praised as he held your head in place for a few seconds before letting go, allowing you to pull back and breathe in a full breath.
“I can tell,” Hongjoong said in a shaky breath.
Seonghwa stood up, moving behind you and pushing the fabric of your skirt up, revealing your lace thong. His hands smoothed over your ass before delivering a harsh smack to your left cheek, causing you to moan and your body to jolt.
“Keep going,” Seonghwa ordered. “I didn’t say you could stop.”
You let out a small giggle, pushing back against Seonghwa’s touch and earning another spank. “Don’t be a brat in front of our guest, baby,” Seonghwa said sternly.
“Or what?” You asked, challenging him. Seonghwa let out a growl and Hongjoong heard the sound of material ripping and you gasping as you tried to sit up.
Seonghwa pushed you back down. “Did I say you could get up?” He barked, causing you to whine in protest. “Do as I say or you won’t get to cum tonight.”
You whined again but obeyed, knowing full well Seonghwa would follow through with his threats.
Hongjoong let out another groan as you took him back into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before letting your jaw relax and sinking down on him, taking the full length into your mouth.
“Good girl,” Seonghwa whispered, his fingers toying with your cunt before pushing two inside you at once causing you to moan around Hongjoong’s cock.
“Feel free to be as rough with her as you want, Joong,” Seonghwa said as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of your wet heat, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit in time with his fingers.
“Fuck her mouth if you have to. She can be a real brat some time,” he added.
Hongjoong’s fingers combed through your hair, his hand moving to the back of your head and pushing down slightly. “Come on,” he urged. “We both know you can do better than that,” he added, his more dominant side slipping out.
You let out another moan as Seonghwa’s fingers moved faster, thrusting into you. Hongjoong forced your head down further, pushing the tip of his cock back into your throat again. “Right there,” he groaned. “Just hold it for a second for me, baby,” he added.
Seonghwa chose to ignore the use of the pet name. He’d deal with it later.
He reached up, unzipping the back of your dress and quickly undressed you.
“Scoot back,” Seonghwa ordered, looking over you to Hongjoong. “I need space behind her.”
Hongjoong moved quickly, pulling you off him and scooting back before pulling you forward carefully and guiding your head back to his cock.
Seonghwa climbed onto the bed behind you, kneeling and grabbing your hips.
“She might lose some focus but I’d rather her be fully prepared.”
Before you had a chance to reply,” Hongjoong had forced his cock back into your mouth. “Keep going,” he said in a low tone. You would have to remind yourself to get him back for his attitude later.
Seonghwa’s hands held your hips in place pressing light kisses to the backs of your thighs, biting at the skin before his tongue pressed against your clit, teasing it with light licks and flicks.
You moaned around Hongjoong’s cock as Seonghwa ate you out from behind, his tongue lapping at you, pushing into your entrance.
He could feel your thighs shake under his grip and pulled away, ignoring the way your arousal covered his lips and chin.
Wordlessly, Seonghwa got up from the bed and moved to a small bag on the desk.
Hongjoong glanced over as Seonghwa dug through the bag and returned moments later. He tossed something to Hongjoong. “You’ll need that,” he said as Hongjoong picked up the foil packet.
“Keep her busy,” Seonghwa added as he returned to his spot behind you. In his hands he held a bottle of lubricant and a…
“Is that a butt plug?”
Seonghwa glanced up at his friend before looking back to the toy in his hand with a nod. “It is,” he answered simply.
He popped the top on the bottle and dribbled a good amount of the lube onto the tip of the toy.
Snapping the bottle lid closed, he tossed it onto the bed and took one side of your hips in his hand, moving the toy to spread the lubricant against your asshole.
“Talk her through this,” Seonghwa ordered. “And you might want to take your cock out of her mouth,” he added.
Hongjoong pulled your mouth off him, pulling you up level with his face. “Just look at me,” he said, combing through your hair.
You felt Seonghwa’s hand on your hip give you a gentle squeeze.
“Relax, baby,” he said softly, waiting until he saw your muscles unclench before he started to slowly push the tip of the toy into your tight hole.
You let out a gasp at the intrusion. “Shhh, that’s it,” Seonghwa said as he stilled, waiting for you to relax again. “Keep talking to her,” he said to the younger man.
Hongjoong took your face in his hands. “You’re doing so well,” he said in a low tone, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Just relax, Y/N.”
You nodded, biting into your bottom lip as you forced your body to relax under both their touch.
Seonghwa continued pushing the toy into you until it slipped in, leaving only the flared base sticking out. He leaned over, pressing a kiss to your lower back. “Good girl,” he murmured again.
“Put that on,” Seonghwa said, nodding towards the condom he’d thrown Hongjoong earlier.
While Hongjoong fumbled with the foil packet, Seonghwa undressed, removing his shirt and pants and leaving his underwear on. He leaned over your back, his lips inches from your ear.
“You okay, angel?” He asked quietly. You nodded, turning your head to smile at him. “I’m okay, Hwa,” you said, your voice a little hoarse. Seonghwa cringed internally, but pulled you into a sweet and gentle kiss.
“You’re doing so well, baby girl,” he whispered against your lips. “Hold on for just a little while longer,” he added, making you nod again.
Seonghwa pressed another kiss to your lips. “Now get on his cock.”
You moved as quickly as you could, straddling Hongjoong’s lap and reaching down to line the head of his cock with your entrance. “She likes to be on top,” Seonghwa said, dragging his fingers up your sides and back down to hold your hips. “But don’t let her do all the work,” he added. “She likes to tease.”
With that, Seonghwa pushed you down, forcing you to take all of Hongjoong’s cock quickly and making both of you gasp out, Hongjoong from the sudden sensation of having your walls gripping him tightly and you from feeling fuller than you’ve ever felt with Hongjoong’s length buried inside your cunt and the toy in your ass.
“How does she feel, Joong?” Seonghwa asked, resting his head on your shoulder.
“So fucking good,” Hongjoong replied, moving his hands to your hips, urging you to move.
Seonghwa smirked, turning his head to whisper in your ear.
“Does it feel good, baby?” He asked, moving one hand around to your stomach. “Do you feel full?” He asked, pressing down on your stomach and causing you to moan out. “Go on,” he said softly. “Fuck yourself on his cock.”
He pulled back to watch as you rested your hands on Hongjoong’s shoulders and lifted yourself slowly, sinking back down on him. “Holy shit,” Hongjoong breathed out as you continued to move.
Seonghwa watched, keeping his eyes on where yours and Hongjoong’s bodies met, one of his hands moving to palm himself over his boxers.
"Keep going, baby," Seonghwa said, encouraging you as you moved, rolling your hips and sinking back on to Hongjoong.
Seonghwa just needed a couple more minutes before he could take the toy out of you. Just a few more.
Giving you some more time to adjust, Seonghwa took the time to remove his underwear and open the second condom, rolling it on carefully before he cautiously grabbed your hips, slowing your movements.
"Relax, baby, I'm gonna take this out now," he said softly, grabbing the base of the toy firmly and slowly easing it out. "That's a good girl," he cooed, setting the plug aside and gently rubbing his hand over the small of your back.
“Keep still,” Seonghwa said softly, kneeling behind you. Hongjoong held your hips in place, reminding you to relax and keep breathing.
“Tell me if it hurts,” Seonghwa added in a whisper, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he guided the tip of his cock to the hole that wasn’t currently being filled.
You took a deep breath as Seonghwa pushed the head of his cock into you, causing you to gasp at the sudden sharp sting. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Seonghwa asked, stilling immediately.
You nodded vigorously. “Just shocked more than anything,” you answered, the stinging being replaced with a dull pain. Anal play wasn’t new to you and Seonghwa but you’d never had his cock in your ass, just a finger or a slim toy.
“Holy shit,” Seonghwa hissed, sliding further into you and nearly groaning at how good your walls felt gripping him so tightly.
It was much different than what you were both used to.
“How are you doing, baby?” Seonghwa asked, keeping one hand firmly on your waist, the other moving around your front to gently grab your throat and pull you back against Seonghwa’s chest. “You doing alright?” he whispered in your ear, to which you nodded.
“‘M so full, Hwa,” you whined.
Your boyfriend chuckled softly, gently pushing you over onto Hongjoong who still had a firm grip on your hips.
Seonghwa tapped his friend's hands lightly. “Move them to her waist, keep her in place.”
Hongjoong did as Seonghwa instructed, taking hold of your waist, switching his hands placement with the older man who now had a tight grip on your hips.
Without another word, Seonghwa pulled out slowly only to push back in just as slowly.
He gave you a few shallow and slow thrusts, testing your limits before picking up the pace when you urged him to move faster.
As he set a steady rhythm, you let out a gasp, moaning loudly at the feeling of being so full.
You’d never felt like anything like it before. It was incredible.
With Seonghwa’s hips meeting your ass, you started to push back against his thrusts, forcing Hongjoong’s cock further into your cunt.
Hongjoong cursed under his breath, eyes fluttering shut as your walls squeezed around him but it was paired with the odd sensation of Seonghwa’s cock moving inside you from a different angle and entrance.
“Oh fuck,” you gasped, fingers digging into the sheets as Seonghwa thrust into you faster, hips hitting your ass and filling the room with the sound of skin against skin.
“You gonna cum already, baby?” Seonghwa asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“You seem to have forgotten your manners in front of our guest,” he added.
Hongjoong caught onto what Seonghwa was hinting at.
“That’s right,” he said, adding onto the older man’s thought. “Isn’t it guests first?”
“I believe you’re right,” Seonghwa said, not giving you a chance to answer, not that you could form a coherent thought anyway with both their cocks filling your holes.
“Feel free to cum any time, Joong,” Seonghwa added, slowing his hips to a roll, burying his cock inside you as far as he could. “Wait,” you panted, pushing yourself up onto your hands but Seonghwa was quick to force you back down.
“Uh-uh, angel,” he said, his hand on your back between your shoulder blades and keeping you bent over. “Let our guest finish.”
You had no time to form a sentence before you felt Hongjoong start to thrust up into you, cutting off your words with a yelp as he chased his own orgasm.
“S-shit,” you stammered, grabbing fistfuls of the bed linens. “Ah! Joong!” you whimpered, thighs shaking from the intensity of his thrusts as it drove you further and further towards your own orgasm.
“You gonna cum, Y/N?” he asked, hands gripping your waist tightly, his painted nails pressing into your skin. You nodded with another whimper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock?”
Seonghwa wasn’t one to normally get jealous but the way Hongjoong was speaking to you stirred something inside him but he pushed it down. He’d deal with his feelings later.
Tightening his grip on your hips, Seonghwa started moving again, thrust into you from behind, purposely offset from Hongjoong’s thrusts.
Your grip on the sheets tightened, moans leaving your lips with each calculated thrust from both men.
You weren’t going to last much longer but you knew Seonghwa would punish you if you came before Hongjoong so you held on as long as you needed.
Luck was on your side as Hongjoong’s hips stuttered. “Fuck. ‘M gonna cum,” he groaned, giving you a few more thrusts before he came with a low moan, filling the condom. His hands fell to the mattress as he rode out his high, eyes shut as he basked in the feeling.
You were next to stumble over the edge, coming with a whine and taking Seonghwa with you as your walls convulsed around both cocks inside you. Seonghwa’s lips were right next to your ear, urging you to cum before his own hips slowed to a stop, coming into his condom, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and making you cry out.
To keep you from collapsing onto Hongjoong, Seonghwa held you up, pulling out of you and lifting you off Hongjoong, laying you on your side before slumping onto the mattress on the other side of you, opposite Hongjoong.
The room was silent save for the sound of the three of you trying to catch your breaths.
Hongjoong was the first to move, getting up from the bed and heading into the bathroom. He returned a moment later, stooping to grab his underwear and pants and pulling them on before he knelt down to grab Seonghwa’s underwear and hand it to the older man who thanked him.
Hongjoong walked over to the mini fridge and opened it, thankful there were bottles of water. He grabbed two and turned to find Seonghwa half dressed and carefully helping you up. “I know you’re tired, baby,” he said softly. “But you need to go to the bathroom,” he said, helping support your weight.
Hongjoong held up one of the bottles, silently communicating with Seonghwa who nodded at the side table. Hongjoong set the bottle down and opened the other, taking a large gulp of the cool liquid.
While you were preoccupied, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it back on, buttoning it up.
He was looking for his socks when you emerged from the bathroom with Seonghwa. Hongjoong tried not to smirk as you walked over to the bed on shaky legs.
Seonghwa walked over to his suitcase and returned to your side with one of his shirts, helping you put it on and then tucking you into the bed, leaning over to kiss your temple.
Hongjoong managed to find his socks and was pulling his shoes on when he heard you whine something he couldn’t make out. “There’s not enough room on the bed for all three of us to sleep baby,” Seonghwa murmured, making Hongjoong’s cheeks burn. You wanted him to stay?
“But Hwaaa~” you whined. “It’s okay,” Hongjoong interjected, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.
“I got a nice big bed waiting for me back home, Y/N. I’ll be fine,” he added with a smile.
“Promise me you’ll text when you get home?” you asked, trying and failing to mask a yawn.
Hongjoong’s smile widened. “Of course.”
Seonghwa picked up his phone from the side table and tapped away on the screen.
Hongjoong leaned over your sleeping form, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Get some sleep Y/N,” he said softly, pulling back and standing up. He knew his welcome was wearing out and it was time to go.
“I’ve ordered you a cab. We had a lot to drink earlier,” Seonghwa said as they walked to the door.
Hongjoong glanced back at your now sleeping figure. “She’ll be okay, right?” Hongjoong asked, eyes shifting to look up as his best friend who offered a genuine smile.
“Yeah. She just needs to sleep,” he replied. Hongjoong turned to open the door but hesitated. He turned back around to face Seonghwa.
“We’re cool, right?” he asked, looking up at Seonghwa. For a brief moment, Seonghwa’s facial expression was unreadable, almost as if he was thinking, before it morphed into understanding. “Yeah,” he said with another genuine smile. “We’re cool.”
Hongjoong nodded in understanding, feeling a weight lift off his chest.
“But don’t think I’ve forgotten you calling my girl ‘baby,’” Seonghwa said suddenly, narrowing his eyes at the younger man who simply smirked at his best friend.
“What, are you jealous?” Hongjoong asked, noticing the way Seonghwa’s lip twitched as if he was fighting the urge to smile before the older man spoke.
summary: Everything seemed to fall into place for Y/N. She had a loving boyfriend, her dream job, and the bestest friend in the universe. She never thought her life was missing something until she was introduced to Changbin, the towns newest tattoo artist who happens to be harboring an unimaginable secret.
pairing: tattoo artist!Changbin x good girl!Reader
genre/themes: angst, fluff, smut, 18+ (minors dni), slow burn, forbidden love, strangers to lovers, supernatural themes, tattoo artist/piercer au
warnings: foul language, sexual content, dry humping, dirty talk, praise
preview word count: 2.7k
a/n: this is only a preview of my next story, Under Your Skin. I want to bring it to your attention now so anyone who is interested can add their names to the taglist. It’s a different taglist than I normally do. Normally, I’d use google forms but this time, I’m going to try using google docs. The only difference is that instead of a form to submit, you’ll just add your name to the doc. I hope you enjoy this preview of Under Your Skin!
Tucking your phone into your coat pocket, you continued walking, the sound of your heels against the pavement echoing through the cool morning air. The leaves in the trees seemingly changed overnight to varying shades of orange and red, signaling the fall was setting in.
Autumn has always been your favorite time of year. The chilly and cloudy mornings, the colorful trees, the frost that set in overnight, the change in the town as the holidays drew closer. You loved every aspect of it.
The walk to White Lotus Studio was a short one, thankfully, from the bakery. You reached the door and peered inside the windows. The lights in the back were on, signaling that someone was inside.
Knocking on the glass of the door, you waited for Changbin to open it and let you in. You pulled your coat tighter around yourself, legs feeling the bite of the chilly air around them. The shop wasn’t supposed to open until later today so you assumed Changbin was just restocking the shop.
You caught sight of a figure moving in the back of the shop. A smile spread across your as Changbin approached the door, a smile already present on his face as he unlocked the door and opened it.
“Excuse me, ma'am, do you have an appointment?” he asked, checking his watch. Your smile widened as you shook your head. “Not yet anyway,” you added as you stepped over the threshold.
Changbin let out a chuckle as he shut and locked the door behind you. “What are you getting up to?” You asked as he walked you back to the back of the shop.
“Oh I was getting some early morning inventory done,” he answered as he walked into the room where his station was set up.
You removed your coat, setting it over the back of the chair before sitting down. Changbin leaned against the counter, picking up the tablet and continuing his work. You looked around wordlessly before your eyes fell on Changbin. There was something different about him but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
He wore the same thing he usually wore. A black fitted short sleeve tee that showed off the definition of the muscle underneath. The bottom hem was tucked into his black cargo pants, a black belt keeping the shirt from untucking itself with movement. He wore his usual black combat boots, the ones you had ask if they were even comfortable to wear. You recalled how he’d laughed at your question.
“They’re much more comfortable than they look,” he had admitted to you. Your eyes traveled up his body, stopping at the simple necklace that hung around his neck. A black cord with a round silver charm. You’d never had a chance to ask about the charm nor had you been close enough to inspect it before. It was just something you’d seen him wear from time to time.
Your eyes focused on the way he murmured to himself, lips barely moving as he spoke much too soft for your ears to even pick up. He was tapping away at the tablet, eyes shifting as he read the contents of the screen. His hair was also the same. Recently showered, so much fluffier than he normally wore it.
You looked away as he glanced up to the contents on the counter next to him, inhaling before letting out a small sigh. It was then it hit you. The difference.
His cologne. The usual scent that was woodsy with a light floral scent was gone, replaced with the smell of mint, lemon, and what you suspected was green apple. It was so different from the usual scent that hung around him. You liked it though. It was so different but mixed with his own natural body odor, it was enthralling, drawing you in.
Without thinking, your lips moved of their own accord, your voice betraying you.
“Are you wearing a new cologne?”
Changbin looked up, face full of confusion as if he hadn’t understood what you said. “What?” He asked softly. Your cheeks burned, the sensation spreading to your ears. “I just… thought something was different about you and couldn’t figure it out until just a second ago,” you murmured, looking away, at your hands in your lap, the floor, his shoes, anywhere that wasn’t his face.
Neither one of you said anything. You were too embarrassed and Changbin was too stunned to speak. He never thought you’d notice such a subtle difference. Most people didn’t pay that much attention to what cologne or perfume someone wore. Of course, he wasn't like most people. He remembered when you came in with the antique tattoo machine, you had worn a different perfume than you wore now.
The sweet, almost confectionary scent had been noticeable enough that he started associating you with the inside of a cupcake shop. The perfume you wore now, he noticed you started wearing it only a few weeks back. Just before your tattoo appointment. The new scent smelled more of coffee and vanilla. He’d noticed because of the Wolf. His nose was much stronger than the average person’s.
Knowing that he was the kind of person to notice changes in scents, it never occurred to him that you might also notice those simple changes.
Changbin nodded.
“Uh, I am actually,” he admitted, looking back down at his tablet, adding items from the supply shop into the cart. He missed the way you glanced up at him. His hair obscured his eyes from you but you could have sworn he glanced back at you. You didn’t say anything in response but that didn’t stop him from explaining.
“I ran out of my main cologne,” he said as he tapped away on the screen, filling out his details for payment. “I got this bottle as a gift from my aunt and uncle and decided to give it a try.” You said nothing, biting your bottom lip as you nodded, eyes wandering down to his arms, the way they flexed as he held the tablet.
You’d never been turned on by the mere sight of muscle before but the way your head was swimming with thoughts of Changbin pinning you against the wall. It took a moment before you realized Changbin spoke.
‘Fuck,’ you thought, hoping he didn’t notice.
“What was that?” You asked.
He looked up at you, clearly not realizing you hadn’t been listening. “My cologne. It’s not too strong, is it?” He asked. You immediately shook your head. “No,” you answered. “It’s just different from what you normally wear.”
“Is that.. bad?” He asked. You shook your head again.
“No, it’s… it’s nice. I like it.”
Your words brought heat to his face and he looked down, trying to hide the way pink tinted his cheeks. He’d hoped you hadn’t noticed but you did. Your lips twitched, threatening to pull into a smile. Your eyes wandered again, almost as if they had a mind of their own, and you realized you were staring directly at his crotch.
You shook your head. ‘What the fuck, Y/N?’ You asked yourself. ‘What has gotten into you?’
The cologne must be affecting you more than you realized. You tried to push those thoughts away but when your eyes fell on the way he stood so casually, leaning against the counter, one leg crossed in front of the other so nonchalantly, your thoughts took another sinful turn. ‘What the fuck? Stop it Y/N!’
Changbin noticed the way your eyes scanned him. It made him feel… different. Not like you were scrutinizing him but like you were checking him out. He saw the way you subtly tried to hide the way you pressed your thighs together under your white pleated skirt, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, and the way you forced yourself to look away from him. If he didn’t know better, he’d guess that the cologne was having an effect on you. He’d never seen someone so flustered simply from a scent before.
The idea that his cologne affected you so much was starting to get inside his head. His heart was beating faster and his pants fit just a little bit tighter. ‘Water,’ he thought. ‘I need water.’ Setting down the tablet, he stood and crossed the room without speaking. He could feel your eyes on him, whether or not you were hiding the fact you were watching him or not he didn’t know. He didn’t dare look at you. He knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from moving to the chair and taking you right there.
The air outside the room was lighter, cooler even. It helped clear his mind a little as he moved to the break room and pulled open the fridge door.
Not sure if you wanted something to drink, he thought he’d grab you one to be polite. He grabbed two bottles of water from the bottom shelf and let the fridge shut as he walked back to his station.
You hadn’t moved, still sitting on the chair when he entered the room.
You looked up as he returned and watched as he held out a bottle of water. You thanked him with a shy smile and opened the bottle, focusing on not spilling it.
You took a sip, the cold liquid helping to cool you off just a tiny bit. You didn’t notice the way Changbin’s eyes followed your movements, lingering on the way your lips wrapped around the opening of the bottle. Or the way he watched as you licked your lips after taking a large gulp. You replaced the bottle cap and set the bottle on the counter behind you.
You tried to keep your eyes focused on anything other than the way Changbin stood there against the counter again, sipping his own water. You tried not to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed.
Everything about him was affecting you at this point and you wanted to curse whoever gifted him that damn cologne. Still feeling your gaze on him, Changbin couldn’t take it anymore. He set his bottle down and turned to face you directly. “Alright,” he started, causing your eyes to snap up to meet his.
“What’s going on?” He demanded.
Your heartbeat erratically in your chest. ‘He noticed,’ you thought quickly. ‘There’s no way he couldn’t have.’ You tried to be nonchalant about it and shrugged.
“What are you talking about?” You asked.
“You’re acting weird,” Changbin continued. He suspected what the reason for your behavior was but he wanted to hear you say.
No, he needed to hear it.
You shook your head. “No, I’m not,” you deflected. Changbin crossed his arms over his chest, giving you a pointed stare.
‘Fuck. I’m so busted.’
“Come on, Y/N,” he replied. “Something is different. I can see it by the way you’re acting.”
“I’m not being weird!” You denied. ‘Why? Why can’t he let this go?’
“Oh come on. Every time I look up, you’re staring at me. Why? Do I have something on me?”
You shook your head. There was no way he’d let this go but you couldn’t say it. Not when it could ruin everything.
Changbin waited for you to respond, staring at you. You could feel yourself faltering under his gaze.
“I’m sorry,” you finally blurted out. “I’m sorry I keep staring. I think it’s because of the cologne. It’s messing with my head,” you admitted, your voice faltering at the end. “The cologne? So it is strong,” Changbin answered. You shook your head for what felt like the umpteenth time. “It’s not!” You replied.
“So why is it making you act this way?”
“I can’t help it!” You said, your voice rising in pitch.
“It’s not my fault you’re so…” you trailed off, stopping yourself before you said something you couldn’t come back from.
Changbin cocked his head to the side, taking a couple of steps forward. “I’m so what?” He asked. Your eyes locked with his and you couldn’t stop the words as they came out.
“So fucking hot.”
Your eyes widened in shock as the words left your lips. You weren’t the only one. Changbin’s expression changed to mirror your own.
He was just as shocked. You hopped up from the chair. You couldn’t take the tension anymore. “God,” you groaned.
“You’re so fucking hot and it’s driving me insane!”
You covered your face with your hand, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm yourself. You finally snapped. After you promised yourself you wouldn’t. Changbin’s silence was daunting. You’d just admitted to him that you thought he was ‘so fucking hot’ and he couldn’t even respond.
You pulled your hand from your face as you heard shuffling.
Changbin closed the distance quickly. You gasped as one of his hands reached behind your neck and pulled you against him, his lips crashing against yours. The other hand landed on your waist, pulling your body against his. Your own hands moved, snaking around his waist and pulling even closer. His lips parted yours and you felt his tongue against your own. His breath was hot, heavy but you didn’t care.
He was kissing you.
Changbin was kissing you and it was like nothing else mattered.
You didn’t care that you were in the middle of his shop just before opening. You only cared that you were kissing Changbin and he was kissing you like the world was ending.
As quickly as it started, Changbin pulled away from you. He immediately began stuttering an apology. “Oh god, I’m sorry,” he breathed but you reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him back. “I wasn’t done,” you said, your voice full of desire.
And then his lips were back on yours.
You turned before pushing him onto the chair. Changbin watched as you climbed on top of him, settling on his lap before taking his lips in another kiss. His hands gripped your thighs, sliding up to your hips. You rested your arms on his shoulders, hips moving as you tried to get closer to him.
You moaned, grinding over the bulge in his pants. His hands moved, grabbing your ass and pulling your hips forward, causing you to grind on him again. Another moan left your lips, muffled against his own. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, guiding your hips.
“Ah, shit,” you whimpered. Changbin bucked his hips up into you and you let out a mewl, forehead resting against his. “You drive me crazy,” you heard him whisper.
“I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you,” you admitted.
“Yeah?” he asked, hands still guiding your now wet core over his clothed erection. You nodded, biting your bottom lip to hold back another moan. The friction between his pants and your lace-covered clit was sending shivers up your spine.
“Fuck,” he growled, reaching up to cup your cheek before moving his hand into your hair and gripping it firmly. He tugged gently, pulling your head to the side to open your neck to him. You moaned loudly as his teeth sank into your skin.
“You sound so pretty when you moan like that,” he whispered in your ear. “Changbin,” you moaned, pressing your face into his shoulder. “I like it when you say my name like that, baby,” he groaned as you moved your hips faster. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he growled.
Your head was swimming with his scent, the tension, and the pleasure you were feeling. “Me too,” you replied breathlessly.
“God, I wanna see you cum so bad,” Changbin replied, hands moving to grab your hips. “Make me Cum, Binnie,” you whined.
“Oh fuck. You gonna cum for me baby?” he asked. You nodded your head, whimpers leaving your lips.
“Look at me baby,” Changbin whispered and you lifted your head to meet his eyes. They were dark, clouded with lust. You felt your already hot cheeks burn even more.
You must have looked like a mess but Changbin didn’t seem to care. “Come on, babygirl,” he said with a smirk. “Cum for me,” he added. Your eyes fluttered shut as your orgasms caught up and crashed over you. Your legs shook as Changbin guided your hips, making you ride out your climax. His hips moved to meet yours.
“I’m close,” you heard him say. You rested your forehead against him, trying to catch your breath. “Keep going,” you whispered in encouragement.
A loud bang snapped both of you out of it. Your eyes met Changbin’s and he quickly pushed you off him.
everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?
everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?
everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?
You never knew how much of a big deal it would be for you to experience your first halloween as a career woman. And you never knew how much of a headache it was.
Usually, you'd be ready at 4 pm, pre-gaming with one of your best friends, whichever is least busy at the time (so not Hongjoong). But you found yourself changing out of your work clothes into your costume (which you had to admit was a lingerie corset top that you paired with black leather pants and boots for convenience) in your office lobby's bathroom and then having to skitter out to avoid being recognized.
But it was all worth it as not even an hour later you found yourself downing an erotically named shot of alcohol you got from a random patron. For the third time that night.
"God, having bobs must be amazing," Hongjoong said as he stared straight at your boobs. Seonghwa smacked him on his shoulder but Hongjoong just waved him off whilst maintaining eye contact with your boobs as if they were in a staring battle. You rolled your eyes at him but smirked cockily because his statement was fair. "What made you say that my dear dear friend Kim Hongjoong?" you asked in faux innocence. His left eyebrows raised at the tone of your voice as he prepared his answer, "The fact that you can use them as currency at a bar and especially on drunkard's holidays while Seonghwa, Jongho, and I have to whip out our wallets," he stated. Jongho leaned down to talk directly in your ears after he heard Hongjoong's answer, "I thought he was gonna say we'd have to whip out our dicks because I'm pretty sure that'll get us kicked out instead," he joked which made you almost choke on your drink.
To escape the boob conversation, Seonghwa ushered Hongjoong and Jongho away to the toilet so they could relieve themselves before it got dirty(er).
You nursed your now empty shot glass in your hand, twirling the leftover liquid around, seeing how it catches the light. There were no specific thoughts in your head other than the realization of how good it felt to drink after a day of hard work, it felt like a reward you deserved.
"I hope you remember that you're still working tomorrow,"
It was like an automatic response. You weren't even surprised that you immediately recognized the voice even in such a crowded place. That voice has become the trigger to a lot of negative feelings to the point that your first response was to sigh. You turned slightly around to give your boss a tight-lipped smile, "Thanks boss, but I can handle a little poison from time to time," you sarcastically said. "I'm just trying to look out for you because you seem like you're here alone," he sighed, taking a step closer to you to lean on the bar near you. You let out a slow sigh, preparing yourself mentally to converse with San, "Well I'm not. My friends went to the toilet and I didn't want to join them because I don't plan on seeing men peeing in a line. I saw Mingi earlier so.. I'm guessing you're here with your friends too." San pursed his lips and nodded slowly. He then pointed at the VIP section with his thumb, "Wooyoung wanted to get together with some of his other friends," San stated.
Much to your disappointment, San, dressed in his three-piece suit, sat down on the empty bar stool next to you. You had to use all your strength to not roll your eyes at him and remain neutral. It was a festive night for fuck's sake, you'll be damned if you're going to spend it whilst pouting. No way. So you decided to play nice with the man next to you. Worse comes to worst, you'll buy him a drink with an extra something in it. Most likely your spit. If he pisses you off, bar top cocktail.
"What are you supposed to be, though?" You asked, eyeing his... Not costume. He blinked for a second, looking down at his outfit in confusion, "Well... Christian Grey?" he answered sheepishly but in a questioning tone and you couldn't help but scoff at his pathetic attempt at... Whatever he was trying to do. Honest to God, you don't know this man anymore and you couldn't understand him.
Deciding that maybe you should stop talking about his abysmal costume, you decided to steer the interaction somewhere else. Thinking, you knocked your shot glass twice before shooting him a question. "Want a blowjob?" you asked him with a straight face. San almost choked on his own spit as his eyes widened and red rushes to his ears. He began sputtering like an idiot, not knowing how to respond to your offer. It wasn't until a bartender came to give you a shot glass with whipped cream on top and you placed it in front of him that you finally cracked a smirk, "Kahlua, Bailey's and whipped cream, I present to you: The Blowjob." San stared at the shot glass in front of him for a solid ten seconds before looking up at you slowly with a scowl on his face. At that look, you couldn't help but laugh at him genuinely because you found it too funny. "I'm sorry, I just had to," you said in between laughter. Usually, San would hate if people laugh at him, but seeing you looser like this (maybe because you both were not in the office and maybe it's because the alcohol is taking its relaxing effect on you), San only felt his heart thrumming in his chest lightly, like a happy little patter. He even managed to take drink the shot you got him and much to his surprise, he didn't hate it. Soon enough, you both found yourselves downing three more shots each, trying different dirty named shots and even ranking them.
When the music changed, your eyes widened in recognition and you immediately jumped out of your seat, "I love this song, I'm gonna dance," you told him before running off. You barely took a step away when San took your hand in his and stared at you worriedly, "By yourself?" You rolled your eyes at him because he was trying to act all protective when you think he shouldn't have which is annoying. "It's a dance floor, San, not a mosh pit. You should join in too, let loose," you simply said before pulling your hand out of his grasp. Once again, he felt his heart clench as he lost physical contact with you. His eyes followed your figure and while you weren't far, he was still worried. San wanted to join you to make sure you were okay, but he didn't want to make it seem like he was trying to play a protective character. He hesitated for a moment but soon his hesitance melted away completely when he saw a slimy-looking guy approach you from the back with his crotch swivelling and smirk etched permanently on his face, eyes zeroing in on you like a hungry hungry predator. San felt something burning inside of him and his chest vibrating as he was growling without even realizing what he was growling. At the speed of light, San found himself zooming towards you who were swaying to the beat of the song in utter bliss, not knowing what's going on. He immediately slot himself behind you, glaring and baring his teeth at the guy, making sure he understood that he and his advances are not wanted. Luckily, the guy was easily intimidated in his drunken stupor as he immediately waddled away to bother someone else without a half-hybrid ex-boyfriend protecting them.
San was pulled out of his thought when he felt your arms reached back, one hooked around his neck, caressing the short hair at the back, and the other resting on the side of his left thigh. He stiffened up almost immediately, not knowing what to do as he didn't expect you to do that. Well, did you even know that it was him you were being touchy with?
His question was soon answered however when you leaned your head back and stared up at him. Your eyes flicker in surprise momentarily and San was fully expecting you to push him away but instead, you turned to look at him with a hand on his chest, keeping him at an arm's length. "Guess you're not as rigid as I thought you'd be," you smirked, slowly resuming your swaying. San felt his heart quicken seeing you in such a state; maintaining eye contact with him while the light made you look like a glowing seductress. Years passed and yet you still affect him so much. Usually, San didn't like how much you affected him, how you made him feel again. He was so used to being numb and having you around trigger feelings in him and it usually made him uncomfortable. But this time, with you like this, he felt butterflies and warmth spreading in his body.
San rolled his eyes at your remark, "Are you calling me soft?" he scoffed. You shrugged at him whilst changing your moves to be a little more prominent, your body rolling close to his every so often and it was so close that San could just pull you completely against him. "I don't know, am I?" you smirked, taunting him. San's eyes immediately darken, his pupils dilated as the warmth in his body grew to a fire. To your surprise, San leaned down whilst simultaneously pulling you against him, making you gasp slightly, "You don't know how... Rigid... I can be," he growled right into your ears. Your eyes rolled back at the sound of his honey voice and the vibration in his chest.
Right at that moment, with the alcohol clouding your judgement, the dark ambience, and San saying the right things, you decided to throw caution to the winds and let your mouth loose. "Actually, I do know, " you started, right leg slowly slotting itself on San's left hip, causing him to instinctively held it up so your crotches were on each other, "And I also know that you didn't bring me to orgasm last time," you poked. Usually, San would get upset whenever someone brought up his accident, but this time it felt different.
Before you know it, San was hauling you away to the bar, slapping some cash on the counter, and calling for the bartender. Initially, you thought you had upset San by bringing up the past, you thought he was angry. "San, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" you were unfortunately cut off by San pulling you into him by the back of your neck, forcing your faces so close to each other that you could taste the sweetness of the liqueur he downed on his breath, "I'm finishing what I started five years ago," he declared confidently.
His words penetrated your mind deeply as suddenly everything became a blur. You remembered San closing the tab you and he made and you looking around for your friends and only managing to catch glimpses of them here and there, you didn't even remember checking out your coats. It wasn't until you heard San telling the driver that he'll give him double the fare to punch it that you realized you were in a taxi. "No, let's just go to my place, it's closer than yours," you blurted out once your brain has re-synced with reality. San smirked at your eagerness and nodded at the taxi driver as a signal for him to go. Once the car began moving, San pulled your body close to his as he ducked his face to start peppering kisses around the skin of your neck and collarbone, "You're a horny, desperate whore, aren't you?" he chuckled darkly, seemingly taking pride in your state. You bit your bottom lip to hold back a groan, not wanting the driver to hear what you were both doing in the back despite being sure that he DEFINITELY knows what was going on.
As San preoccupy himself with marking your skin with his sharp teeth and incessant sucking of his lips, your hands found purchase on his person; one hang was enjoying the feeling of the hair on the back of his head grazing against the skin of your palm as the other slip into his coat to clutch at his suit jacket. Out of the corner of his eyes, San was watching how your body reacted to him, to his touch, to his work on you. It pleased him to feel your chest heaving, your breath stuttering at the feeling of his mouth teasing the perfect spot, your thighs rubbing together to both create friction and hold yourself from completely jumping his bones in a car that belongs to neither of you. San loved the sound you were making and the scent of your increasing arousal was just addictive to him. All he could think of his how much he wants more of it. More of you.
A gasp escape your lips before you could even stop yourself when you felt San's hand slipping between your legs, thumb slowly rubbing against your clit. The pressure felt enthralling and adding to the fact that you were so close to getting what you want but you have your clothes getting in the way, it just made your pleasure even more pleasurable, it made you desperate. San's lips vibrated with his laughter when he saw you throwing your head back in embarrassment after your slip up, "Pathetic," he stated, catching your attention, "You're so horny that a little stimulation riled you up this bad. You ARE just a horny horny bunny, aren't you?" he taunted. Your bottom lip quivered, wanting to answer him but the stimulation in your pussy made it impossible for you to string a coherent response. Seeing this, San didn't let your mind do much as he moved faster with his finger and his lips traveled up to nip at your earlobe.
Just as you were about to tell San to just rip the crotch of your pants, the cab stopped and the driver announced (rather uncomfortably) that you both had arrived. Both you and San moved at the speed of light; you got out of the car and him paying the driver carelessly, handing him some bills without looking and telling him to keep the change. You quickly pulled San to your apartment building, throwing a simple "hi" at the security guard as you and him scurry away as if you both were on fire. As you got into the elevator, you made haste and took off your coat and proceeded to push San's off of his body. Thankfully, the elevator arrived at your floor before you decided to just strip naked in a public area.
It felt like a race between you, your libido, and your patience. You desperately needed to get fucked and the buzz from the alcohol only allowed you to focus on that. You didn't even have the patience to make sure that San was right behind you (which thankfully he was) and you only acknowledged his presence when you were inputting your code into the keypad of your lock. He had pressed himself so close to you, you swore you could feel the warmth of his dick from his dress pants pressing against your ass. His hands were roaming around your body as his teeth busied themselves with tugging at the shell of your ear.
As soon as your door opened, you and San stumbled inside, taking off your shoes in the process. While San was slower with his moves, what with having to lean down to take off his shoes and put them away properly, you on the other hand had expertly taken off your boots and simply thrown them away somewhere you couldn't care less. When San was finally able to store his shoes away, he came to find you only in your corset top, bunny ears, and panties, your pants, your coat, his coat that you had yanked off from the taxi, and bag had been thrown away haphazardly around the place but you didn't seem like you were even thinking about them. You were looking at him, slightly heaving, but with a lust-filled look. San stood off not far from where you were with a smug look on his face; a smirk adorning his sharp features followed by a chuckle that made your spine tingle and core ache. "You really are an impatient whore, aren't you? You've even made sure you're fuck ready," he said, pointing at your panties that matched your corset. You rolled your eyes at him as you slowly took several steps back, closer and closer to your room, "Of course, I WAS planning on getting absolutely fucked out of my mind by anyone." It seemed that San didn't like your words as his face dropped to a scowl and he immediately rip his tie and suit jacket off, leaving the tie in his grip as he stalked closer to you. "So you were about to seek release from anyone willing? Carelessly?" he growled which made you smirk. "Yes, you were not even on my choice list. I actually had my eyes on a guy in the dance floor but you were just so easy to get," you taunted, lying in the process about the other guy just to see what San might do.
With a last huff, San dashed forward to grab at your body with a firm yet careful grip. He pushed you into your dark room, not caring about the darkness and before your body hit your bed, San set his eyes on yours with a menacing glare that only made your pussy throb, "I'll make you fucking forget that guy."
All of a sudden, you found yourself bouncing off your bed and San pouncing on top of you, careful to not crush you but close enough that you could feel San's breath and his hand moving to unbutton his shirt. His chest rumbled as he let out a chuckle, eyeing you in your position under him, "Oh, I'm going to have so much fun," he said. San quickly pulled your arms above your head to tie them together with his tie. The knot didn't seem professional but it was tight enough that you weren't able to completely get away but you knew that if you tried hard enough, you could break free. But what's the fun in that?
You were about to taunt him when you felt the fabric of your panties ripping and the air hit your naked core. You gasped when San's hand made contact with your pussy as he delivered a slap to it. "Hey! You ruined my sexy pair!" You whined, trying to bite your moan down when he placed his thumb directly on your pussy lips. San flitted his eyes to you momentarily before returning his gaze directly at your pussy, making you momentarily shy which caused you to try to close your legs. However, San wouldn't let you as his strong hands placed themselves on your knees and spread them open widely.
From your knees, San's hands carefully and steadily travel down to rest at the junction of your thighs, his thumbs going back to your pussy lips to spread them open gently to expose more of you to him. You felt your breath hitch as you watched his moves, realizing that it felt familiarly intimate. With one last look, San let out a warning, "Don't cum yet."
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once San began eating you out like a madman, The way his tongue lapped at your flowing juices suggested obsession and addiction over hunger. The scent you exude overpowered San's senses and this was even more than what he expected when he had his taste of you in the cab. The moans you let out when his lips nibbled your little bundle of nerve, every sharp breath and every high-pitched noise made San's dick twitch. All he wanted was to have you, claim you as his, he wanted you as a whole so he didn't have to part with the feeling he was having. Out of all the feelings you had ever given him, this was his favourite.
You on the other hand were a moaning mess. Out of your own pleasure, you reached down to grip San's hair despite your hands being tied together. But as your fingers made contact with San;s hair, he snapped his head up, detaching his lips from your cunt which made you whine in protest. "Keep your hands where I left them, slut and if you disobey me again, I won't let you cum at all tonight," he growled, glaring at you with so much authority and demand that it made your heart skip a beat. With eyes widened, you nodded in obedience before lifting you arms up again, trying your damn best to eep them there as to not piss San off. Although he seemed to be perfectly fine with your hips moving on their own accords, grinding against his face, smearing your arousal on his chin. You were sure that you were dripping at this point but San didn't seem too care much. Heck, if you could read his mind, you'd notice that he in fact wish he could drown in it. When you peeked down at him, you noticed that San seemed to be enjoying himself just as much as (or even more than) you. Whilst feasting on your cunt, he was humping your bed simultaneously. His hips gyrating and swivelling as he pressed down on the soft mattress to seek pleasure.
Your thoughts broke when San sat up abruptly to yank his pants off. You stared at him slowly baring his glorious, naked self in front of you. But nothing could prepare you when you finally see his cock once again. When he let his penis free from its confinement, slapping on his stomach in its rigid glory, you couldn't help but bit your bottom lip and let your legs spread even wider invitingly. The lines of his toned body accentuate every curve he has and even through the darkness, you were able to appreciate his beauty. He, who has become more mature and more beautiful over the years and you yearn for him. Or at least, you yearn for his body.
"I have to have you," San said as he slowly crawled back on top of you, one hand on his dick, working himself a little more as he prepared to enter you. As he moved, the light from your living room managed to catch his form and there you saw a sheen on the tip of his dick. You exhaled shakily, feeling the need to have him in your mouth so you could have a taste. But the throbbing in your pussy said that it needs San inside it, it wants to have his cum inside it and it wants every last drop. You licked your bottom lip and intentionally let out a pornographically pathetic-sounding whine that made San's cock twitch, "Then fucking have me, San. Make me finally cum after five years of waiting."
In a blink of an eye, San had pressed his tip at your entrance. It was surprisingly heavier than you remember and the pressure alone was already giving you stimulation. "San," you called out to him, eyes meeting his that has been looking at you the whole time. "Please," you pleaded, eyes glistening from being overwhelmed with pleasure. It was all it take for San to crash his lips on yours, melding them together as he pushed in. You were sure you were squealing into San's mouth when you finally feel his whole length and girth entering you at a painstakingly slow pace. You could feel every ridge of his cock from the smooth head down to the bumps of the vein decorating it. It wasn't an exaggeration when you say you could draw San's penis precisely from just having him inside your pussy. It felt like forever before you could finally feel his hips meeting yours before you felt the tip of it pressing onto your cervix. As your chest heaved at the feeling, San's eyes rolled back as he let a shuddered exhale of his breath and his arms give out momentarily, letting his body experience the overwhelming comfort of your warmth around him, not realizing that with him filling you perfectly, the weight of his body completely enveloping you was turning your brain into mush.
It was you who made the first move, hips lifting upwards to create some friction inside you. The more you move, the more you crave. But with San's body weight on top of you and your arms being tied above your head, you couldn't do as much as you want. "San, please," you whined out of frustration, "Please, I need you to fuck me!"
Slowly, you could feel San starting to move. His hips began rutting into you as his arms slowly anchored his body all the while his lips found purchase on your chest, peppering kisses on the skin and occasionally leaving marks and a trail of saliva in random paterns. As much as he wanted to take your corset off, your pussy was incapacitating his brain.
Moans started leaving your mouth when San began picking up the pace of his hips. With his body no longer anchoring you down (much to your disappointment), San was able to move more freely. The initial grinding turned into his penis dragging in and out of your pussy so deliciously. "O-oh fu- fuck," you gasped when San angled his hips slightly as he thrust in, accidentally hitting the spot in you that made your spine tingle. "Again, please," you begged, eyes closing to bask in the pleasure he was giving you. Just as your eyelids closed, San clicked his tongue and grabbed your chin, forcing you to open your eyes again. "You better keep your eyes open, I want you to see me making my mark in your pussy," he demanded. His words sent a wave of pleasurable shock into your pussy and he could tell that you were affected by his words from the way your pussy immediately clench.
Much to your surprise and disappointment, San slipped himself out of you. You gasped in annoyance and were about to give him a piece of your mind when he pushed you up and back against your headboard, arms were uselessly thrown up. His hands firmly pushed your legs open and up against you as if he was folding you in half before hastily reentering you in one fluid movement. The impact was quick, clean, and effective as it caused you to see stars.
San wasted no time in fucking you with his hands anchored on your knees to keep your legs wide open for him. His hips snapped just right and the new position allowed him to reach even deeper in you, much deeper than the deepest "deeper" you thought you had in you. San was thrusting in so ferociously with so much power that you basically turned into a mere ragdoll. Your body was rocking with the impact, head hitting your (thankfully) cushioned headboard as your arms fell onto San's shoulders. The man before you was grunting as he focused on his work, trying to do what he had promised from the beginning.
It was a good thing that San ate you out prior to having him fuck you like such. You knew you would still feel sore the next day, but both your arousal and his truly helped his movements.
Soon enough, you felt the building pleasure slowly reaching its maximum point. At this point, you could even feel the initial taste of your incoming release. "S-San, I- I'm so-o- so close," you managed out, head lolling forward to rest on San's shoulders, eyes shutting tightly to try to focus on the feeling of you slowly tipping over. You couldn't see it, but you felt San nodding, "I'm gonna cum in you," he said, letting you know his plan to which you couldn't complain one bit. San managed shift your legs slightly in a position you couldn't muster for the life of you. Whatever he did, it managed to made you scream in pleasure. You couldn't care less if your neighbours heard you at that point, you were finally getting a quality dick and you deserved it 100%. The sound of you being so loud stroked San's ego as he began hitting you with more force but less frequency. Each hit was precise and served as a tall-tale sign of him wanting to completely feel your release.
Luckily for him, it only took him two more harsh thrusts into you before your pussy gripped onto his dick like a vice, your legs involuntarily closing in and trapping San's body in its place while you experience the most intense and the best release you have ever experienced in your life that it made your toes curl.
San tried to thrust in a couple more times, wanting to feel your tightness around him before he released his load but he wasn't able to. Despite that, he couldn't really complain, not when he could feel you being filled completely to the brim by him. The warmth of his release and your mixing made his cock twitch inside you and the twitch of his cock was enough to make you whine from overstimulation.
The both of you stayed in that position for a bit, unable to do much else other than try to catch your breaths. San was the first one to pull away though. He did it in steps; starting from reaching back to pull his tie off of your arms, allowing them to drop limply to your sides, then his body, allowing more air to be accessible to you, and then finally he pulled his softening dick out of you, making you shudder from the friction. As San dropped to the other side of the bed, you slowly sat up to go to the toilet, trying to fight your fatigue in favour of cleaning yourself before letting sleep take over you.
Despite the darkness of the room, San was able to make out your disappearing figure. When you disappear into the bathroom in your room, one thought dawned on San's head, a thought that made him crack the first genuine smile he gave himself in a long, long while.
He didn't hurt you. You both had sex and he didn't hurt you.
everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?
everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?
