warnings: thigh kink, face slapping (mark and reader love it), degrading, dirty talk, reader treats mark like a baby😵💫
note: i’m in my mark lee phase and sub!mark is on my mind 24/7 so i changed this from skz minho to mark >.<
thank god for mark’s lingering eyes. his lust filled eyes raking over your body begging for you. begging for your body close to his.
they were loving the sight of your chest at first, until they stopped at your thighs. mark wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was staring. he wanted you to catch him with his eyes on you.
and he wanted you to do something about it.
so you did.
“what is it, hm? what do you want, baby?” you gently caress your boyfriend’s cheek as you straddle him.
“i want your thighs,” mark shyly admits but it isn’t enough for you.
“they’re right here,” you tease a bit by squeezing your thighs around his. “you have them straddling your thighs.”
“no,” he blurts out. “i mean, thank you,” he briefly remembers his manners before continuing, “i want to feel your thighs around me somewhere else.”
“around you where?” you comb your fingers through his hair, yanking his head back. “be more specific so i can give my baby boy what he wants,” you coo.
“around my face. my cock. i don’t know. both?” he rambles and his face grows red from how hot it suddenly felt in the room.
“you’re quite greedy, aren’t you?” you ask with your thumb swiping against his bottom lip, teasing him. “suck.”
mark’s tongue falls out to take your thumb in his mouth as he looks at you with innocent eyes.
“pick. do you want my thighs around your face or around your cock?” he hesitates to answer. he loves to please you but loves pleasing himself and his currently hardening dick just as much.
“cock,” he mumbles with his mouth occupied, “i want my dick in between your thighs.”
“selfish whore,” your thumb retracts from his mouth to land a slap on the boy’s cheek. “you don’t want to please anyone but yourself, hm? you don’t wanna make mommy feel good?” your words are harsh but by the way mark’s hips buck up into you tells you how much he enjoys being degraded.
“you like when mommy talks to you like that?” you hum.
he nods and bravely admits, “i also like when mommy slaps me like the bitch i am.”
your hand meets the cheek of boy under you again and are caught off guard as he moans at the pleasurable pain, “oh fuck.” you get up from his lap, “be a good boy and strip for mommy.”
summary - as his secretary, you’re meant to be there for all of your bosses needs. so who would you be if you didn’t help him whilst he’s stressed? especially if you were getting something out of it yourself.
wc - 5.4k
warnings - boss eunseok x secretary reader, dom!eunseok, sir kink, fingering, oral giving and receiving, unprotected sex, clothed sex, big dick!eunseok, manhandling, spitting, creampie, cock slapping, face fucking, cum eating, facial.
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“sir?” you found yourself with your shoulder leaning against the door frame of your bosses office, moonlight seeped into the room from the gaps in the blinds that covered the wall wide window. eunseok looked up from the paper that was on his desk, eyebrow arching up at your appearance.
“yes?”
“it’s late, you should be heading off soon”
“you’re not my boss” you laughed a little at his words, walking further into his office and sitting in the chair on the other side of his desk. he placed his pen down, looking at you with his hands clasped together “how may i help you?”
you looked at him carefully, eyes flicking over the features of his face. eunseok had always been a beautiful man, he was kind to his employees and you had the luxury of working alongside him everyday. he was your boss, you were simply the secretary that sat on desk outside of his office and took care of little errands he needed doing. he never over worked you, but he did over work himself.
that was eunseok’s downside, and possibly his ultimate downfall if you weren’t there to ground him. he spent a lot of time in his office, far too much time with his head buried in whatever work he had to do that week, too many out of office hours were spent with him still in there. you didn’t always stay behind with him, only on busier nights, yet you still worried about him.
but with his kind nature and rather unreal handsomeness, if he wasn’t your boss you probably would’ve fucked him by now. it took a lot of self restraint for you to not try and seduce him, especially with the late nights the two of you spent alone in the building. you thought maybe tonight would be the night to try your luck. eunseok was stressed and needed to relax and you would never turn down the opportunity to get fucked by an attractive man, you may even try and get something out of it yourself. you loved your job for the most part but the idea of a raise had your eyes sparkling, if you couldn’t talk him into giving you raise, you could probably fuck him into it.
“you should go home, you’ve been here since 8am” your eyes flicked to the clock on the wall behind him “it's now 10pm”
“and? shouldn’t you be the one going home?”
“and leave you here to rot at your desk? if you die i won’t have a job you know” he rolled his eyes at you, amusement lacing through them.
“so all you care about is your job? here i thought i was getting special treatment”
“well you can have special treatment” you stood up, slowly walking around his desk and resting your ass against it when you were next to him. eunseok pushed his chair out a little to look at you “if you decide to at least take a break that is”
“fine, what do you suppose i do to take a break?” you noticed the way his eyes momentarily dropped to the hem of your skirt that had ridden up your thighs, you stepped forward toward him. he leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs and bringing his hands forward to grab your waist. he let you place your knees either side of his thighs in order to straddle his lap, it seemed as if you didn’t have to say anything in order for him to know what you were hinting at. your hands sat on his shoulders as he looked up at you, he sighed as you dragged them down to rest against his chest.
“how about i help you relax?” he titled his head to the side, watching you cautiously. god he was gorgeous. his dark eyes had a hint of curiosity in them and you were sure you could feel his cock growing under you, it reassured you that you’d probably be able to get what you wanted out of this. good dick and a raise.
“do what you want, doll” his voice sounded smoother to your ears, tone sending chills up your spine. he pressed the tips of his fingers into your waist “but what do you want out of this?”
“what makes you think i want anything?” you played with the open buttons of his shirt, he had already taken his tie off a few hours ago, leaving some of the buttons of his shirt undone so he could relax more. his blazer had been discarded and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, at this point you felt as if he looked too slutty to not have a move made on him.
“a girl like you doesn’t just do things like this” you giggled a little at his words, leaning further into him and letting your pantie covered cunt press against the bulge in his trousers. his fingers fell from your hips to your thighs, inching up the skin as he pushed your skirt up “so what do you want?”
“you really wanna know?” you pushed your hands back up his chest and around his shoulders, letting them clasp behind his neck, fingers toying with the short strands of hair that sat there. you leaned your head in, breath fanning over the flesh of his neck, leaving goosebumps behind. you collected salvia on your tongue before sticking it out and pressing it against his neck, licking up the skin till you reached just below his ear, a wet, slick line of spit being left in your trail. eunseok shivered. “sir, you see, i’d like a raise” your voice was low in his ear, sultry. it was as if you knew exactly how to talk to him in order to get what you wanted.
you wanted a raise. he wanted to fuck you. it seemed like a fair deal for both parties involved.
“deal” eunseok’s voice was more of a groan when he spoke, the feeling of you sucking on his neck made him dizzy. he left you to do your own thing for a short while, wanting to see what you were planning to do. what he did discover from that was just how much of a tease you were, grinding yourself against him, littering vile little marks on his neck, full well knowing you absolutely shouldn’t be. eunseok couldn’t find it in himself to stop you though, too relaxed in the pleasure of you kissing at his skin.
he needed to do something soon though, finding himself far too worked up to let you continue your teasing. so he took matters into his own hands, rolling the wheels of his chair closer to his desk, startling you. he took the opportunity to push you off of his lap and sit you on his desk, pushing your thighs apart and bringing his face down between them, nipping at the sensitive skin.
“we’re doing this to help you relax, sir,” your fingers ran through his hair, messing it up slightly, other hand gripping onto the edge of his desk as he looked up at you from where his head rested against your thigh, teeth gently sinking into the flesh.
“eating pussy is one of my favourite things to do, doll” you couldn’t suppress the whine that left you at his words “so if you want to help me relax, you’ll keep your legs open whilst i eat your pretty little pussy” he brought a hand to your panties, pressing his thumb against the wet spot that had formed on the thin material “looks like you like the sound of that”
he pushed his hand between the flesh of your cunt and your underwear, wrapping his hand around the fabric and letting the backs of his fingers graze over your clit before pulling them harshly. you couldn’t have thanked yourself more that you had decided to wear one of your flimsiest pairs this morning, they tore so easily under his grip. you shivered when you felt his fingers push into your slit, he parted them causing the lips of your pussy to open. you watched him cautiously, taking note in how his eyes sparkled at the sight of your soaked cunt.
“gonna make a mess on my desk” he presses his middle finger against your swollen clit, brushing over it in a few slow circles before dragging it down your slit. it felt like he was teasing you as he pressed it against your hole, barely pushing it in before his eyes flicked up to meet yours. the corners of his lips had turned up slightly, he was enjoying the raw neediness you felt for him.
his eyes focused back on your sopping cunt as he pushed his finger inside of you,
letting out a groan when he felt just how tightly you were clamping around his finger. he eased the rest of his slender finger inside of you, basking in just how soaked you were around it. he thrusted it into a few times, dragging it slowly along your walls before he pressed his index finger in along side of it.
“need to fuck you open” he curled his fingers once they were completely inside of you, pushing the tips of them against your walls, consciously checking around to find the swollen spot inside of you “need you to relax, you’ll never be able to take my cock like this, doll, you’re too small and tight” you whined as you watched him spread you open with his fingers, the motion of them increasing in speed once he felt your core relax around them. he spread them apart inside of you, stretching you open as he watched the way they came out soaked, covered in your slick.
eunseok pulled his fingers out of you properly, separating them in front of his face so he could see the way your slick joined them together, he laughed before looking up at you and pushing them into his mouth. he sucked every bit of you off of his fingers, groaning at how you tasted. he felt his cock twitch in his pants at his first taste of you, he needed more.
“you taste so fucking good, can’t believe something so sweet has been so close to me this entire time” he spoke after withdrawing his fingers from his mouth, he already felt as if he was obsessed with the way you tasted “god, fuck, i need more” his hands found your thighs, skirt being pushed up your hips as he dragged you to the edge of the desk, rolling his chair as far as he could against the desk so he could be close to you. his hands slipped down your legs to place them over his shoulders before returning to your upper thighs.
the position felt filthy, he had you completely open, lips in front of your cunt. he wanted to devour every inch of you and he finally got to when he pulled you as close to his face as he possibly could, an open mouthed kiss being placed on your swollen clit. he took you pulling on his hair as a sign to continue, closing his lips around the nub and rolling it between them, tongue coming forward to flick against it. you gasped at the sudden feeling, he wasn’t exactly teasing you, just pushing your buttons to see what made you tick. he quickly realised anything set you off if it was from him. he released your clit, a wet sound coming from him when he done it. he made quick work of flicking his tongue over your clit, not holding back with the speed he went at.
eunseok, you had noticed, wasn’t shy when it came to being vocal. he didn’t hold back the whine that built in his throat from how you were pulling his hair, the pain mixed with how your cunt was bleeding onto his tongue turned him on endlessly. he could feel the way his cock was straining against his trousers, eunseok wanted to fuck you so bad, but he couldn’t surpess the need he felt to feel you cum on his tongue.
his hands had shifted under your skirt, hooking under your legs to grip your ass and pull you even closer to his face. you weren’t sure he had any breathing room with how he was pressed against you, but that’s how eunseok liked it, he just wanted all of his senses to be filled with you. he wanted to be completely taken over by you.
and he was once he flattened his tongue against your cunt, nose pressing against the flesh above it, his head shook from side to side causing his tongue to move against you. slick covering your thighs at this point, his mouth soaked with you. he wrapped his lips around your clit once more, flicking his tongue over it before sucking on it. that motion inflicted quite possibly the loudest moan you had ever let out.
“sir, eunseok, fuck i can’t” you were overwhelmed, head tipping back and eyes shutting. your fingers found themselves scratching at the wood of his desk whilst his others pulled at his hair. you shouldn’t have been surprised that he knew what he was doing, eunseok was very clearly skilled at oral, you probably should’ve realised that when he told you it was one of his favourite things to do. either way though, you could get used to falling apart because of his tongue “gonna cum”
“do it, doll” he released your clit “let me taste you” he flattened his tongue against your hole, nose pressing against your clit as he soaked up all of your slick before dragging his tongue up your slit, lips closing around your clit for the final time. eunseok sucked on your clit as if it was the last thing he’d ever do, his desire to make you cum clouded his thoughts of anything else. he was sure his cock could have torn his trousers with how hard he felt himself throb at the sound of you falling over the edge, the way you were moaning and how you were pulling on his hair whilst spilling onto his tongue had him groaning against your pussy.
he pulled away from your cunt to lean back in his chair, breathing heavily as your slick dripped down his lips
“god, you’re the sweetest thing i’ve ever tasted” you watched him as you tried to steady out your breathing, his tongue poked out to lick you off of his lips, he groaned during it “could eat you out all day” he leaned his head back against is chair, closing his eyes as he let out a deep breath. you let your own eyes fall down his body in the meantime, they lingered on his waist. his button up shirt was still perfectly tucked into his trousers, the waist band of them seemed to fit his body perfectly. the ratio of his proportions were slightly insane, his broad shoulders in comparison to his tight, small, slutty waist made your head dizzy. at this point it felt as if it was impossible for you to not become obsessed with your boss in some way.
you finally let your eyes drop to the bulge that had formed in his pants, it was big. it made you nervous in a way but the nerves only excited you more, if his cock was straining against his trousers this much, your mouth watered at how thick it much be. you couldn’t think straight in that moment due to the intensity of your previous orgasm, but you could imagine how deliciously his cock would stretch you out. god you needed him desperately.
it was as if eunseok could sense your neediness, his eyes opened and he followed yours to where they lay staring at his lap. “need something?”
“do you?” he gave you a knowing look before standing up, fingers digging into the sides of your thighs before he pulled you to the very edge of the desk. one of his hands leaving your thigh to cup your jaw, the dark obs in his eyes looked over your face before he leaned into kiss you. the kiss was anything but sweet, his tongue pushed into your mouth almost immediately, all you could taste was yourself in his saliva. it felt filthy but arousing, it seemed as if eunseok was enjoying it too “ you taste yourself?” he pulled his lips off of yours, noses barely rubbing against on another's.
“mhm” you were in a daze.
“told you that you were sweet” it took you a little by surprise when he leaned in to kiss you again, but it didn’t last long. before you knew it he was breaking the kiss and pulling you off of his desk, barely letting you stand up before he was turning you around and pressing your front flat against it. he ran a hand up your thigh, pushing your skirt all the up past your ass in order to see you properly. you felt him bring his hand down to the swell of your ass, squeezing it in his hand before letting go of you.
whilst you couldn’t see what was going on, you could hear it. the way the zipper of his trousers was pulled down and how his belt was unbuckled and dropped to the floor/ what caught you the most was the way he groaned when, you assume, he finally let his cock breathe. he rested it on the curve of your ass, admiring how his precum seeped out of his tip onto your skin.
“do you see why i had to stretch you out, doll?” he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before pressing it against you, tip being held against your clit “too thick for you, know your tight little cunt wouldn’t be able to take it alone” you whimpered at his words, thighs quivering at the feeling of his cock being dragged up your slit. your fingers dug into his desk as you felt the tip of his cock press into your hole, you were sure you’d leave little scratch marks in the wood but you had a feeling that eunseok wouldn’t mind, all it would be is a reminder of how he fucked you senseles over his desk.
you whimpered when he eased his cock inside of you, feeling his hand press against your back as your eyes squeezed shut whilst you tried to adjust to the stretch. somehow, you felt it was unfair that eunseok’s cock was so big, no man should be blessed with the looks he had and a fat cock to go with it, but here you were being stretched out by it, so who were you to complain? you couldn’t anyway, mind already being cleared of any thoughts you had as you focused on how he felt inside of you.
he let you, and himself, breathe. stilling his cock inside of you, letting out a deep, throaty groan when he felt you clench around him. eunseok couldn’t find it in himself to look away from where the two of you were connected, it felt as if your pussy was made to take his cock. you wrapped around him perfectly, swallowed every inch of him, eunseok was sure he could stare at the sight of you stuffed full of his cock forever.
with a hand place on your lower back and his other holding your waist, eunseok finally moved. the first thrust was almost experimental, he wanted to see how you reacted to his cock slowly moving between your walls. he liked your reaction. your cunt clamped down around his cock immediately, a choked whine falling from your lips. eunseok could definitely get used to fucking you like this.
he kept a steady rhythm at first, not wanting to overwhelm you right away, especially with the sensitivity you had due to your last orgasm. that didn’t stop you from whimpering every time you felt his cock fill you up, each thrust forward left you yearning for more. you wanted to see how he let loose, wanted to feel him when he turned rough, it was something you knew eunseok would enjoy hearing from you.
“sir” you voice was shaky as you spoke, you could only hope he heard you.
“hm? what is it doll?” he slowed his thrusts down, barely moving so he could hear you speak properly. eunseok may have wanted to fuck you senseless, but he was still a gentleman at heart.
“you don’t have to hold back sir” you purposely pressed your ass back against his cock, taking him deeper “be rough with me, i can take it”
“you don’t know what you’re asking for” you lifted your head and looked behind your shoulder at him.
“then show me” the only thing eunseok could do was breathe heavily, it only took a few short seconds for him to be grabbing your forearms and pinning them behind your back, large hands holding them down. his first sharp thrust forward had you resting your head back on the desk, whining when he pulled out and thrusted back inside of you. his demeanour had changed, even the way he touched you felt different. his nails dug into the skin of your arms as he fucked into you. hips hitting against your ass with each deep stroke. his pace had changed too, it was quicker, there was more power behind his thrusts. you felt as if you barely had time to process how he felt inside of you before he was pulling out and pushing back in.
you could hear him. deep, heavy breaths, groans that slipped past his lips every few thrusts and the odd low pitched moan of fuck, the sound of it made your head spin. it only increased the intensity of the pleasure you were feeling, his voice was just pure sex.
“god, i could get used to fucking your sweet little cunt” his words were slurred, they sent sparks right to your core. the tip of his cock abused your sweet spot, your knees growing weaker by the second and that only got worse when he took one of his hands off of your arm. you weren’t sure of what strength eunseok had, but you felt yourself grow wetter when you realised he had both of your arms pinned against your back with only one of his hands.
he let out a deep breath when his fingers reached around you to touch your clit, almost overwhelmed by how slippery it felt. describing you as soaked felt like an understatement at that point, he was sure he’d never felt someone so wet before. eunseok thought it was the hottest thing, even more so when he felt how swollen your clit was under his fingers. you were a wreck at the hands of him and he loved it, so much so that he needed to make you cum again.
his fingers on your clit matched the pace of his thrusts, you were pretty certain that if the desk wasn’t supporting your weight, you would’ve collapsed onto the floor by now. your body felt weak as he used you, fucked you like you were his own personal cock sleeve, jerking his cock off with your drenched, clenching walls whilst he played with your clit. there was no way you’d be able to tell him you were going to cum, you could barely hide your moans with your mouth shut, so if you parted your lips to speak you knew all that would come out would be broken moans and breathless whines.
he knew though, eunseok could tell from the way you were clamping around his cock and whimpering against his desk that you were close, he saw the way your hands balled into fists and how your legs shook, he was adamant on making you cum around his cock.
“let it go, doll” his fingers never stopped, cock throbbing inside of you as he felt you edge closer “cum around my cock, let me feel it” he didn’t want to cum before you, he needed you to cum so he could hold you against him and spill himself inside of you, needed to let your cum mix with his inside of your cunt.
you followed his words, your nails digging into the palm of your hand as you let yourself go around him. he didn’t stop what he was doing nor did he relax. he kept up his pace, fucking into you until your brain felt mushy and your legs felt useless, fingers not releasing your clit until he was sure your orgasm was over. you were whimpering nonstop, drool falling from your lips as your orgasm ended, it was just in time for his to begin.
“gonna stuff you full of my cum, need you to feel full of me”
“please” your voice was weak, almost too quiet for him to hear you, but he did. he made sure to continue fucking you until he felt himself fall over the edge, pressing himself as deep as he could into you whilst he released, letting thick ropes of his cum fill up your cunt and leave you covered in it. you felt all of him, the way his cock twitched inside of you and how his cum warmed up your insides. it only took a few moments for his hand to leave your clit and wrap around your waist, other hand following suit as he sat back in his chair, pulling you down to sit on his lap. his cock was still wedged inside of you as you sat on him, he puled your legs to drape off of his, holding your side against him and letting you rest your head in his neck. the action was comforting, especially the way his hand slowly moved up and down your back.
“so how does a fifthteen percent raise sound, doll?” he broke the silence. you lifted your head out of his neck, breathing slowly evening out. you narrowed your eyes at him and smiled, pressing your hands against his chest.
“will you make it twenty-five percent if i suck your cock, sir?” eunseok laughed at your offer, sticking his tongue against the inside of his cheek. he brought his hand to your jaw and cupped it harshly, you jolted at the rough action.
“maybe if you do it good enough, i’ll consider it.” you took the challenge happily, letting him pull your mouth against his, pushing his tongue into it. you couldn’t call it a kiss, it was more like a wet clash of tongues, yet somehow it was still hot. once he broke the kiss you shakily lifted yourself off of his cock and climbed off of his lap, letting yourself sink to your knees between his legs. you felt his cum leak out of your cunt and slide down your leg once you had settled there.
you wrapped your hand around his cock, it was wet, being covered in a mixture of your slick and both of your cum. your hand moved easily along it, squeezing the base before bringing it up to the head and swiping your thumb over it, you enjoyed the way he shivered at the feeling. this was the first time you saw his cock, it looked just as thick as it felt inside of you, part of you didn’t even know how he fit inside of you due to the size of him, but what you did know was that you enjoyed it thoroughly.
“your cock is so big, sir” eunseok hummed, leaning back in his chair and looking down at you “felt so good inside of me” you didn’t look up at him, too focused on his cock that was in your hand. you squeezed it again, mouth watering as the way precum seeped from the tip. you wanted him in your mouth so bad, wanted to feel him in your throat.
“you like my cock that much, baby?” the baby caught you off guard momentarily, it was the first time he’d called you something that wasn’t doll. for some reason it made you want his cock in your mouth even more.
“more than you know” you leaned forward, hand resting around the base of his cock as you licked up the side of it. once you reached the top you wrapped your lips around his head, tongue sliding over it, coating your tastebuds with his precum. eunseok groaned at the feeling, already falling in love with the way your tongue felt on his cock.
you took your lips off of him, collecting as much saliva in your mouth as you could before spitting on the tip of his cock, pumping your hand over it a few times before taking him in your mouth properly, instantly taking as much of him as you could. you swallowed around his cock before bobbing your head, being sure to let the tip go as far into your mouth as you could without gagging before lifting your head and going back down. with his size, it was difficult for you to take all of him down your throat so you put your hand to use, being sure to jerk off the part of him you couldn’t fit in your mouth in time with how you were bobbing your head on him.
you felt his hand reach into your hair, fingers curling around the strands as you sucked him off. he tried not to grip your hair too hard, but he also remembered how you had asked to be rougher with you. it led to him pulling on your hair, shifting your lips a little further down his cock because of it and it wasn’t long before his hips were bucking forward themselves. you took it upon yourself to pull your lips off of him, looking up at his with teary eyes from the depth his cock went to in your throat.
“use my mouth” eunseok blinked for a second, unsure on what he had heard you say, but once he was sure of what you said he stood up. his hand wrapped properly in your hair, fingers almost digging into your scalp. he wrapped his other hand around the base of his cock. bringing it back toward you, keeping eye contact with you as he dragged the wet tip along your parted lips, not pushing it in right away. instead he let it slide along your skin toward your cheek before lifting it off of you and striking it against your skin, he laughed at the way you moaned at the contact.
“slut” you whimpered before he pushed his cock between your lips, slowly letting it glide along your tongue and to the back of your throat before pulling out and repeating the action. his grip was harsher on your hair as he sped up his hips, watching you struggle to take all of his cock in your mouth, loving the way your eyes filled with tears again, a few even slipping from your eyes as he fucked your mouth. eunseok loved the sight below him just as much as he loved the feeling of your lips on his cock.
he wasn’t going to last long, just the sight of you drove him to the brink of insanity, needing to cum and make a bigger mess of you. as his actions continued, the room was filled with the filthiest sounds of you taking his cock. the echoing of his office left nothing to the imagination as he used your mouth. spit leaked from your lips as he grew closer to the edge, slipping down your chin and onto your shirt. eunseok needed to cum.
“wanna cum on your face” all you could do was nod as he pulled his cock out of your mouth, both of your hands wrapping around his cock as you jerked him off, your spit making it easier for your hands to move. his free hand gripped the edge of his desk as he came, eyes never leaving your face as he coated it in his cum, some going into your mouth as you parted your lips just to get a taste of him. his eyes didn’t even leave you after he came. he brought his hand down to your face, hand cupping your cum covered cheek before speaking.
“your raise will be a part of your next pay check, baby”.
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part two: taedros twodros
wc: 2k
reader: femme afab
warnings: MINORS DNI EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ -- porn with plot, oral f!receiving, swearing, calling tae a virgin loser as a joke, mentioning the weeknd LMAO
summary: loserbestfriend!taerae makes you watch the idol on hbo max with him for movie night, but a certain convertible scene sparks your "curiosity" more than the others... and taerae proves he might not be such a loser after all.
:0 omg who am i?? i even wrote in all lower case letters in the fic to throw you off... i know you'll know right away though but that's not the point lmao!! i just didn't think i should be this horny for taerae on main so. here's the dedicated zb1 smut blog no one was asking for (except me. i was asking for it so let me live.) thank you to taerae for posting these pics next to each other and ruining my life. also the idol sucks and sam levinson and the weeknd are horrific for creating it. i only know some scenes from it because i watch comedy commentary videos about it. jennie is beautiful tho love her. ALSO i thought of this title and i cried laughing. mwahaha okay thanks for reading byeeeee
“this is the worst show I’ve ever seen in my life,” you say with a laugh, throwing a piece of popcorn in your mouth. “i can’t believe we’ve made it through two episodes already.”
🚨 SMUT BELOW CUT -- MINORS DNI -- 18+ 🚨
taerae sighs, “i think i’m gonna need to bleach my eyes.”
“throw some in my ears while you’re at it,” you joke, letting a leg drape over your best friend’s. you’re crammed together in the bottom bunk of his dorm room bed, watching the idol on the tv that’s hung at the foot of it. “i will never, ever be unable to hear the weeknd whispering, ‘stretch that tiny little pussy for me’. and every single day i will beg the lord for mercy.”
“are we sure we wanna watch the third episode?” taerae asks-- shifting a bit next to you. “this show is so graphic.”
“of course the virgin wants to chicken out,” you tease, smacking his stomach with a pillow. he grabs it from you and leaves it there. “you’re the one who wanted to watch it! now you wanna quit two episodes in? not gonna happen. we can make it through this.”
if you hadn’t pressed play at that exact moment, you would’ve heard taerae gulp beside you.
the intro of the show plays, assaulting your eyes with an up-close and personal view of jocelyn’s bare chest. what else is new? you yawn, hoping the third episode’s graphic scenes (at the very least) won’t be repetitive. bitch has put on a blindfold to end both episodes so far...
sitting with your back leaning against the wall, you try to steal a glance at taerae. his upper back is propped up on his pillow as he lies perpendicular to you, facing the tv screen. you watch his eyes, catching the subtle dilation of his pupils. it could be the light from the television in the otherwise dark room shifting their size, but you find yourself curious nonetheless.
“do you think she’s pretty?” you ask suddenly.
taerae coughs. “me? do i think the actress is pretty?”
you nod, eyes returning to the screen in hopes that the lack of eye contact will make taerae feel comfortable enough to give you an answer.
“she’s pretty, yeah,” he says after a moment.
“like, you’re attracted to her?” you clarify, throwing another piece of popcorn into your mouth.
“uh,” he hesitates and you feel his legs tense up under yours. “i guess. i mean she’s not really my type, but--.”
“but you like her tits.”
“exactly,” taerae agrees too quickly. “wait, no--.”
“no need to walk it back,” you cut him off with a snort. “boobs are hot. end of story.”
taerae sits up a bit more, seemingly trying to relax after your probing. you didn’t talk to taerae about sex or girls all that much, but you’d be lying if you said the show hadn’t suddenly made you a bit curious. what experience did your lovable loser of a best friend have-- if any at all?
the interrogatory questions you’re suddenly wanting to ask are thrown from your brain, however, as the show now cuts to a shot of the weeknd (you and taerae refuse to call him tedros tedros) and jocelyn in the back of a convertible-- their poor assistant driving these two insufferable cretins down the freeway.
nothing’s out of the ordinary until jocelyn crawls from her seat and lifts one leg to straddle the weeknd. she’s in a slinky tangerine bodysuit and little black shorts and the weeknd’s hands easily envelope her waist. you roll your eyes, already having grown so sick of these two.
but when jocelyn is suddenly pushed to the edge of the seat, her back against the car door and her head resting on the frame-- your attention is piqued. the weeknd wraps his hands around her thighs, prying them apart so he can pull her shorts to the side just enough to fit his tongue. the actress’s head lolls back over the car door frame; her blonde hair dangling over the side and flowing in the wind. her face is screwed up in absolute bliss and the sounds coming out of her confirm her state.
would she really be screaming like that just from his tongue?
“um,” you hear taerae say and you look over at him curiously. “if-- if he’s good with it, then yeah. she would be, i guess.”
you frown. what was he talking about? if he’s good with what? ... oh fuck, you think as you realize that you’d accidentally said your previous thought out loud. and now poor taerae is stumbling to give you an answer.
what did he say? if he’s good with it then she would be.
“huh,” you mumble, your brow furrowing as you ponder his answer.
you turn back to the tv, but taerae clears his throat. “what?”
“what? what do you mean, what?”
“why did you say ‘huh’ like that?” he asks, the pillow on his stomach rustling as he shifts slightly. “do you not agree or something?”
“oh, uh,” you stutter as you feel your cheeks start to heat, not sure what to say. “um, i guess i wouldn’t know.”
the silence from taerae is deafening as your eyes stay locked on the tv. you’re not sure why you said that. you could’ve just lied. you should’ve just lied.
“are you a virgin?” taerae asks softly. the accusation whips your head around to stare at him angrily and his eyes widen cautiously.
“obviously not,” you answer in a huff. “i just... i’ve never...”
you look down at your lap, picking at the skin on your fingers. you should stop while you can. you don’t need to tell the truth. why are you even considering telling him this?
“no one’s ever gone down on me or anything.”
“oh,” taerae manages to respond after a long moment, but you can’t even look at him.
“yeah.”
another moment of silence. “you shouldn’t be, like, embarrassed by that. that’s... that’s entirely their fault for not prioritizing you, you know?”
your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, the aforementioned embarrassment flushing your skin as you nod. the show is still playing, but you can only hear garbled sounds. why did you tell him that!? now taerae has to awkwardly comfort you when you could’ve just shut your mouth in the first place. you didn’t really talk about these kinds of things with taerae. your best friend was there for movie nights, chinese food binges, laughing until you cry, and most importantly taking the absolute piss out of...
and here you were making him uncomfortable by randomly talking about your oral virginity.
“would you want me to do it?”
taerae’s voice is so quiet that you’re positive for a moment that you hallucinated it. you look over at your best friend tentatively to find his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping his pillow to his stomach.
“what?”
taerae blinks nervously. “if you wanted to, you know, try it... i could--.”
“WHAT!?” you shout; hands grabbing the pillow on taerae’s stomach and throwing it across the room. “are you-- are you fucking joking!? you think i’m desperate enough to ask my best friend to eat me out?”
“no, no, no,” taerae respond quickly, hands flying up in defense. “not at all!”
“then what?” you ask, jaw setting in anger as you wait for a good enough answer to keep you from punching him in the balls.
taerae’s lips form the slightest pout. “you seemed really curious about it. i just... i just thought i’d offer.”
you bite your lip as you think. “what do you even know about that kind of thing? I thought you were a virgin loser.”
“ouch,” taerae says but quickly shrugs it off. “i guess you’re only right about half of that statement.”
you frown. even though you’d never talked about it before, was taerae secretly experienced? more experienced than you?
“you don’t have to say yes though,” he adds quickly. “i’m sorry; i probably shouldn’t have said any--.”
“okay,” you cut him off softly.
taerae’s eyes widen in surprise. “okay?”
you nod slowly. “i don’t believe you that you’re not a virgin loser, but if you’re offering...”
taerae sits up, leaning on his hands as a little smirk lights up his face. “i’ll eat you out and then you can eat those words. how does that sound?”
the way your heat flutters at his words catches you off guard. so does the way he swiftly flips you onto your back as you take the position he was just in.
“whoah,” you exhale, your best friend absolutely knocking the wind out of you as he positions himself between your thighs. he takes the hem of your shorts in his fingers, eyebrows raising at you expectantly. you lift up your hips enough for him to shimmy them off, discarding them on the floor without taking his eyes off your still-clothed center.
you glance at your underwear, panic immediately hitting you when you realize you wore the only clean pair that you had left...
a black, lace thong.
they were the only pair left, because you honestly hadn’t had a reason to wear them in a little while.
“fuck,” taerae curses, hands wrapped around the outsides of your thighs. “were you going somewhere after this or...?”
“if you don’t shut your mouth, i’ll be going somewhere before this,” you threaten, but the words come out shakier than you would’ve liked as taerae begins to plant open-mouthed kisses up your thighs. “... ‘s laundry day tomorrow.”
“mm, I see,” he replies, shifting his weight to one hand so he can bring his right hand to your heat. your heart rate rises as he moves towards where you’re quickly growing to need his attention most. two fingers press at your clothed-core gently and the sound of the tv in the background does nothing to dampen the moan that escapes you from just the small amount of pressure.
“laundry day’s coming just in time i think,” taerae says, a smirk highlighting his cavernous dimples in a light you’ve never seen before. “from the way you’re soaking through these.”
“shut up,” you groan, bringing your hands up to cover your face. taerae hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, tugging at them playfully to get your attention. peeking out through your fingers, you glare at him.
“do you want to stop?” he asks, removing his hands quickly. “we can stop if you want to or need to or anything.”
you reach down and grab both of his hands in yours, reattaching them to your underwear. “please keep going.”
he blinks at you for a moment before nodding, pulling your thong down your legs as you lift your hips up for him. taerae lies down fully in between your thighs now, guitar-string calloused hands wrapping around your thighs and guiding them to rest on his shoulders.
“so pretty,” he whispers. eyes focusing on your throbbing cunt, taerae’s grip on your legs gets a little tighter-- a little more desperate. “really.”
“thanks,” you respond shyly, watching as a bit of steam begins to coat the rim of taerae’s glasses. you can’t help but smile as you reach for them, carefully removing the frames and placing them on the stand next to his bed.
“thanks,” he echoes.
“i’m still not convinced that you aren’t a-- oh fuck...” just as you’re about to tease your loser of a best friend again, his tongue finds your core and licks a long stripe up from your opening to your clit. taerae exhales a laugh against your pussy, tongue circling your clit as his hands now take hold of your hips.
“wait, what the fuck?” you whine breathlessly as he works you over with his mouth. “tae, i thought... oh my god.”
“taste so good, baby,” taerae moans like he’s enjoying it just as much as you are. he slips a finger in your entrance carefully, stretching you until he deems you ready for a second. “Think this pussy might be perfect.”
his eyes are closed; eating at you like you’re his favorite meal. it’s hot. way hotter than the scene from the show. way hotter than anything on that stupid show-- in which another sex scene is playing on the screen behind taerae. you suddenly feel so much pity for jocelyn; one of the hardest characters in history to pity. but the fact that there’s no way tedros fucking tedros is eating her out as good as taerae’s eating you out right now is tugging at your heart strings.
“tae,” you whimper, feeling the knot in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten. your hand tangling up in his hair at the nape of his neck causes him to moan into you and the vibration only makes you tug harder. “please, please wanna cum.”
“already? you sure?” he says, disappointment coating his voice. “could eat this pussy all night.”
“holy shit,” you exhale. you didn’t even know taerae was capable of talking like this. the only time he ever said pussy around you was if he was calling you one. now as he looks up at you from between your thighs, his pretty dimpled-smile covered in your juices as he continues to fuck you with his fingers and press his thumb against your clit...
you’re nodding frantically now. “please, please tae. make me cum.”
“fuck, baby, okay. whatever you want,” he agrees quickly, the lust in his eyes at your demand reaching a whole new level. he removes his thumb from your clit and the sudden lack of contact causes you to whine pathetically. “sshhh, don’t worry baby. i’ve got something even better, i promise.”
just as some tears from frustration are welling up in your eyes, taerae’s lips close around your clit and he begins to suck. “oh my GOD,” is all you can manage as your orgasm starts to wash over you. “taerae. oh my god, tae... c-cumming.”
you’re grinding your pussy against his tongue now to maximize the friction and the way he lifts your hips a bit to bring you even closer tells you that he’s loving every second of this. your moans match the ones that taerae is mewing into your core. he places your hips back down onto the mattress, holding them steady as you start to squirm a bit from the overstimulation. he continues to lap at you gently as your hand falls from his hair to his shoulder, causing him to look up at you.
your cheeks are red now from both your climax and the new wave of embarrassment that’s creeping up on you. you’re not sure what to say, but luckily taerae’s got you covered.
he inserts two fingers inside of you again and then pulls them out-- covered in your juices. without hesitating, he sticks them in his mouth and sucks them clean. “you’ve tasted yourself, right? probably a lot. fuck, i’m so jealous.”
your jaw drops a bit, now doubly unable to speak at the filth pouring out of your best friend’s mouth..
taerae frowns at you. “what? you want to make this awkward now?”
you shake your head.
“was it good?” he asks, head tilting to the side as he squints slightly. you reach over to his nightstand and grab his glasses, handing them back to him. he puts them on; raising his hand to ruffle his hair.
“you know it was good,” you mumble annoyedly.
he grins. “yeah. i do.”
“UGH,” you groan, hiding behind your hands again. “i hate you.”
“please, pleeeease tae,” he mocks, climbing up closer to your face to really rub it in. “make me cum.”
“SHUT UP!” you shout, hitting his chest with your fists in annoyance. “do not get cocky about this.”
taerae shrugs, biting his lip to keep from smirking. “i guess you never wanna do this again then?”
you sigh defeatedly before replying softly, “i didn’t say that.”
“good,” he says with a smile-- shifting to the edge of the bed and standing up. “i’m gonna get you some water and a towel, okay? don’t move a muscle.”
you don’t. taerae had made sure of that with the orgasm he’d just pulled out of you. as the door to his dorm room closes behind him, you’re left with only your thoughts and the sound of that shitty tv show playing in the background. you reach for the remote weakly, pressing pause on a bizarre scene of the weeknd jerking it over a clothing rack (?).
all you can think about, though, is taerae lapping at your pussy like a starved man. what the fuck just happened? did you really just let your best friend eat you out?
and how the fuck had he managed to leave you wanting more?
notes: thank you to @gohyuck for telling me this song reminded her of me and for having an overall incredible taste in music and to both raya & ivy ( @moonlit-jeno ) for proof-reading this! this is for 👄 anon’s birthday :( i’m sorry i couldn’t get it out sooner but this is my present to you! i love you, darling :) listen to play with me by rendezvous at two for an immersive experience!
“mark, wake up,” you whine from your position in front of him. the aforementioned male lies half asleep behind you, his leg draped over yours and his breath causing the hair on the back of your neck to flutter. the neon green of the alarm clock on the nightstand reads 2:27am, and you know you’d be fast asleep beside him if you weren’t so damn hungry.
“mark,” you complain, turning your body with great effort so you’re facing his sleeping frame. his brows furrowed, he scrunches his nose up cutely before his facial muscles relax, his expression peaceful once more. “mark, please?” you narrow your eyes when his face remains unaffected and huff, pinching his nose until his eyes widen and he sucks in a breath of fresh air in alarm. “oh, good, you’re up.”
“you’re evil,” your best friend whispers in a panic, his chest heaving with the relief of every breath. “what do you want, you little monster? it’s…2:31am, and this had better be good.”
“…i’m hungry.” you huff softly, and he groans, digging the palms of his hands into his eyes. even in the dark, you can see the stars twinkling in his bleary gaze as his tired eyes focus on yours.
“go get a snack from the fridge.” he suggests, and you shake your head, sitting up and shaking his arm gently so he won’t fall back asleep.
“i want taco bell,” you pout, and he groans even louder. “mark, please? please, please, please, pretty please?”
can you please write something about a whinny mark and cockwarning
love your work💚💚
Something new (M)
Warnings: sexual content, subby mark, unprotected, clothed sex, overstimulation, proofread may still be errors (sorry)
Word count: 1,9k
A/N: I hope you like it. I'm sorry it took so long I've been busy 😭 hope he's whiny enough
"You know how your said honesty is the best policy right?"
You nodded, brow raising at the very obscure nature of his comment. "Yeah..I remember."
"Then, can I be honest about something…something I've been thinking about for a while?" Mark was standing in front of you, hands clinging to his pajama pants. He looked at you with that cute doe eyes look he gives you when he's unsure.
"Sure, go ahead," you said, nodding your head in encouragement.
"Can we try…cock warming," he asked, sighing when you gave him a confused expression.
"What… is that," you asked, squinting your eyes a bit.
"Well," he started, moving to sit down on the sofa next to you,"it's a thing…where I put..it..in you soft."
Mark was so cute when he was shy. You enjoyed his strong and confident personality of course, but he was always so shy and soft with you. You smiled, turning your body to him fully. "And why do you wanna try this?"
"Jaemin was telling me and the bros about it," he shrugged.
Mark was really close with his friends, sometimes a little too close in your opinion. He told them everything, sometimes things about you and him. You cringed every time you heard him talking about the things you two did, never understanding why they had to know about your sex life.
"Is this something he did with his girlfriend? Those 2 are pretty weird," you said, resting your head on the couch.
"Well yeah. He said they did it a couple of times, and it felt…intimate," Mark explained.
"Well I would argue the things we do are already intimate," you said, giving him a smile.
"Yeah they are." His voice trailed off a bit, the memories of you two going at each other coming back to his mind. The way you clung to him, gasping for air as you moaned his name in his ears. The way your hands would just glide all over his body, feeling him in all the right places. The way you would-
"Hello? Mark, you there," you laugh, snapping him out of his daze.
"Yeah, sorry. I was just…thinking about something," he said, looking back at you with a small smile.
You gave him a small laugh, placing your hand on his softly. "If you wanna do it, let's do it."
Mark looked at you a bit shocked and surprised. Usually you don't really listen to his ideas, and usually say you're a bit reserved on them, but for some reason you agreed. "Really?"
"Yeah, why not? I mean I do think it's weird, but it's not like we never did anything weird." You stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling his body off the sofa.
"O-oh, you wanna do this right now," he said a bit exasperated.
"Yeah. Why not," you said, dragging him to the bedroom. You opened the door and practically jumped on your bed dramatically.
"It's not supposed to be sexual…I think," he said, scratching the back of his head. "Jaemin said he didn't get hard."
"You're not Jaemin, so this might be a little different." Mark sits on the bed next to you, taken back when you almost immediately climb over him. You were already wearing nothing but his shirt, so you didn't bother to get undressed. Mark was a bit nervous despite your laid back attitude.
Mark pulled himself out his pants completely soft. He looked up at you, brows raised and his pretty eyes on display. You pulled your panties to the side, smiling at his expression. "You're so cute when you make that face," you said.
"What face?" He watched you as you took him gently, lining his tip with your entrance as you slowly sunk onto him. Mark closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath feeling you wrap around him. It would be humiliating for him to get hard so fast, so he knew he had to keep his mental state strong.
"It doesn't matter anymore, you changed it so fast," you breathed out. "Do you think you'll be able to hold out long?"
"What do you mean?"
"Not get hard," you laughed softly.
Mark opened his eyes, narrowing them at you. "Is that a challenge?"
"No. Not unless you want it to be." You looked down at him, wrapping your arm around his neck.
Mark put his hands on your hips, gripping them tight. It was taking him every ounce of self control to not thrust into you. He had to distract himself quickly. "How was your day," he asked, trying to be normal.
"What? Where did that come from," you laughed.
"Just answer," he whined softly.
"Well, um, it was good because I was here with you all day," you answered, fingers running through the hair on the back of his head. "How was your day?"
"It was okay. Me and Haechan did some music and…"
"And?"
"And, um.." he could barely speak, let alone think. You weren't moving and neither was he, but god, it was really starting to do something to him.
"Mark, baby, you forgot how to speak," you chuckled softly, raising a brow.
"Shut up," he whined, letting out a small defeated groan. "Can we just…change the conversation?"
"Okay…what are you doing tomorrow," you asked.
"You hopefully," he mumbled. "What are you doing?"
"Well since you asked," you started,"I'm going out with Lia and Jennie to brunch. Then we're gonna go get our nails done and then-" You stopped talking almost immediately feeling the growing sensation between your legs. Mark was growing harder with each passing moment in the silence. You looked at him, the man looking down with eyes closed in embarrassment. "That was..fast."
"Shut up," he grumbled.
"You got hard while I was talking about my girls' day plans," you teased, making him groan in embarrassment. "Do my plans with my friends excite you that much?"
"Please…just shut up."
You gave him a soft chuckle moving your arms from his neck and placing your hands on his. This one little action makes him harder, the man starting to breathe heavily underneath you. You decided to play with him a little, moving your hips slowly, letting out a small moan.
Mark's grip on your hips tightened as you moved. The poor man was trying so hard to not get turned on even more, he was failing desperately. He was so embarrassed about how fast he got hard, but you loved it.
"Just move, don't play with me," he whined, burying his face in your clothed chest to hide his blushing.
You bit your lip softly, moving on top of him slowly. With every movement, Mark let out a breathy moan growing harder and harder with every movement. "You're so cute when you're begging." You couldn't see his face but you knew he was blushing. The soft pants against your shirt made your heart flutter. "Does it feel good?"
"Mhm," he breathed softly. "W-wait a second." Mark lifted you off of him, scooting lower on the bed so that he was laying under you. His cheek and ears were so red, it was almost too cute. Mark let out a small whine when you sunk back onto him, now fully hard. "Shit."
"Jaemin definitely lied to you," you said, starting to ride him slowly again. "There's no way he didn't get hard."
"I'm starting to think that," he groaned softly, brows knitting. Mark's hands snaked their way up your bare legs, thumbs pressing into your skin softly. His hands cupped your ass, gripping the flesh softly not wanting to be too rough. You could tell he was holding back a lot, moving your hands from his shoulders to his chest.
You started moving faster, earning whimpers from the man below you. Before you knew it, he moved his hands from your ass and to your shirt, lifting the fabric separating your chest from his eyes. You took the shirt, placing it in your mouth to bite down, holding it up. Mark's whiny and breathy moans increased when his hands groped your chest, squeezing and fondling your breast in his hands.
Mark couldn't take his eyes off your body, the way you moved on top of him, the sheer look on your face - it was heaven. Mark rolled your nipples between his fingers, making you whine loudly in pleasure. Just as the piece of fabric fell from your teeth, Mark started thrusting up into you.
"Just wanna feel you cum around me," he whimpered, hands going from your chest to your hips. He held them tight until your movements came to a full stop. Mark thrusted into you faster, whines and whimpers falling from his lips uncontrollably. "Need to cum in you so bad.."
Your brows knit as you throw your head back, moaning softly. "You're so good for me."
"R-really," he panted, thrusting deeper into you.
"Yeah." Your hand left his chest, slipping between your legs, rubbing your clit fast. "You're such a good boy."
You've never said that to him before, so you were a bit unsure about how he would take it. But the last thing you would've expected was for him to fuck you harder, making you cry out his name.
"I-I'm your good boy?"
"Yes you are baby," you said in breathy moans. You had no idea he was so close, but saying he was a good boy again made him cum on the spot. He came inside you with the prettiest whimper you ever heard him make, eyes closed feeling you squeeze around his overly sensitive tip.
"Y/N, fuck," he panted, still thrusting into you slowly. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes from the overstimulation, not sure if he should lift you off of him or just keep fucking you till he came a second time.
"Keep going baby, I'm almost there." Mark's grip weakened with how sensitive he was. you started riding him again, meeting his thrust with your movements. The one hand that was on his chest gripped his shirt tight as you felt your orgasm starting to creep.
Mark felt you fluttering around him making him thrust faster in you. "Fuck.."
"Are you gonna cum for me?"
Mark nodded fast, desperation all over his face. Just as his hand went from your hips to your waist, you came around him, moaning loudly as your body shuddered against his. The feeling of you squeezing around him was all that it took for him to cum inside you again, pressing his hips into you cumming deep inside you.
Mark let go of your hips, watching you as your body slumped over his tiredly holding his headboard. He stared up at you, a smile tugging at his lips when sweat dripped from your face to his. "That was fun," he said, breathing heavily.
"I never knew you got hard so easily," you laughed. "Boosted my ego, not gonna lie."
Mark rolled his eyes playfully, pushing his hair from his forehead. "You're never gonna let this go are you?"
"Nope," you said, shaking your head. "And I'm never gonna stop calling you a good boy."
Mark's expression changed almost immediately, going from relaxed to flustered. A blush crept its way to his ears, making them a light shade of pink.
"Don't get shy now. You were so cute. I've never seen you so…eager before," you said, lips curling into a small smile.
"I never wanna talk about this again." Mark moved you off of him, eyeing the mess the both of you made between your legs. "We are definitely doing that again," he mumbled.
꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluffy smut
꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you've noticed your boyfriend getting a lot . . . thicker lately.
꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5.5k
꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: no gendered pet names have been used for the (gn!afab!) reader; unprotected sex; oral (reader receiving); jaemin uses pet names like doll, pretty, baby, angel, whore, slut; big dick!jaemin; size kink; dacryphilia; dumbification if you squint; overstimulation if you squint; marking (jaemin receiving); it's pretty rough but it's also so sweet; choking; so so much praise; manhandling
꒰ 💬 ꒱ 𝐇𝐔𝐀'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. my first fic! wah?! for the love of my life, na jaemin! pls give this lots of love<3
it’s a quiet saturday afternoon for both you and your boyfriend jaemin. neither of you have plans nor do you want to make any, so you’re spending the better part of your day lounging in bed together. he’s watching anime on the television screen across your bed while you scroll through tiktok on a lower volume. both of your legs are tangled together; your cheek is pressed against his bare chest, one arm wrapped around his back. meanwhile, he has his own arm secure around you, bicep acting as support for your neck while his hand rests on your hip. since you’re only wearing your panties and one of his shirts, he likes to take advantage of it and gently caress your exposed skin.
deciding to let your eyes take a break from the screen, you lock your phone and set it aside so you can focus on cuddling jaemin. one of the things that you appreciate the most about having an introverted boyfriend is that you don’t need to worry about awkward attempts to make conversation. you’re able to be comfortable in the silence and simply be.
you let your gaze drop from the big screen ahead to the view of his abs. you notice that he’s going to the gym with jeno and mark more often, and his diet’s altered to include more lean meat and dairy products. he tends to hide his figure with baggy clothes and oversized shirts but when it’s just the two of you, he waltzes around the apartment in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. sometimes, he’ll throw on a hoodie and a pair of socks, but that’s for the harsh winters.
you backtrack the events of the day so far, thinking of the shower that you both took together in the morning after he came back from his morning run. when scrubbing his back, you remember putting in a tad bit more effort to get a thorough job done. the scenes rewind in your mind like cuts of a short film. his back is, without a doubt, more defined now, muscles rolling with every slight movement. his chest is firmer too, but it doesn’t compromise how pillow-like it is when you use it to rest your head. and his arms . . . oh yeah, they’re a lot beefier now. when you compare your boyfriend’s build to jeno’s, the difference is clear as day.
he hasn’t always been this thick, though. you pick your phone back up and scroll back to find photos of your boyfriend nine months ago. he did have a lean and cut figure back then.
so maybe that explains the nagging urge to bite him lately.
well, who could blame you? your boyfriend is built like a club bouncer now. a really, really hot club bouncer. one that you’d gladly bounce on his di–
“something on your mind, baby?” his husky voice pulls you out of your reverie. you hum in response, hoping he’ll let it be but you know he’ll pester you if he’s convinced something is up. your eyes follow the movement of his free hand as he grabs the remote and pauses the show. there’s no way you could miss the flex in his arm and the veins that make themselves prominent when he presses down on the button. “are you sure?”
“very, i promise.” you look up to reassure him with a sweet smile. you take the opportunity for your free hand to gently pat his chest and goddamn, he’s firm. you try not to react but it’s obvious that your efforts are in vain when he chuckles.
“really? because the way your eyes went big when you just did that tells me otherwise.” jaemin shifts your positions so that you’re both sitting upright and facing each other. you pout and look at him but the exposure of his body leads your eyes to glaze all over his broad physique brazenly. “ah . . . is that what this is about?”
“hm?” you play coy, forcing your gaze back up to him as you look at him through your lashes, batting them pretty just the way it drives him crazy. it’s so easy to toy with your boyfriend like this. his pupils dilate and he sucks in a quick breath, adam’s apple bobbing nervously in his throat as he watches you carefully.
“god,” he exhales slowly and carefully. he calls out your name—firm and resolute—with an eyebrow cocked upward. “you’re giving me those eyes . . . fuck. tell me what you want to do. now.” he runs one hand down his face in a feeble attempt to calm himself down, eyes fluttering close as he takes in another deep breath before looking back at you, waiting for you to answer him. he keeps his hands to himself, refusing to touch you until you give him the green light.
there are so many things you want to do to him; so many things you want him to do to you. even in his lust, he looks at you like you put the twinkling stars in the night sky with your very own hands, and god, you kinda wanna sit on his face for it.
it’s a risky statement to make but it’s a risk you’re willing to take. you know that he’s going to jump your bones the second you give him the green light.
“i wanna bite you while you fuck my brains out.”
jaemin doesn’t waste any time—just as you had predicted. he crawls towards you on the bed and once you’re within his reach, he wraps one strong arm around your waist to pull you onto his lap. you’re surprised by the sheer strength that he possesses, evident in the soft gasp and the slightly disoriented look when you realise you’re not where you once were.
“you’re doing this on purpose,” you chastise him with a small pout.
“what am i doing on purpose?” jaemin feigns innocence with a mischievous grin. he pushes away the messy locks of hair that have fallen on your face while the other holds you in place. your eyes trail from his well-manicured hand to his bicep flexing and relaxing with every movement. he takes your chin between his curved index finger and thumb and redirects your gaze so it’s on him. “hey. eyes on me, pretty.” his voice is low and demanding, a twinkle of mischief in his dark eyes as the corner of his lips curls upwards into a smirk. a hot rush of blood flows straight to your core and cheeks from the sudden action.
he uses the hold he has on your chin as leverage to bring your face closer to him until your lips meet halfway. sweet, chaste kisses turn into hot, desperate ones within mere heartbeats. he keeps chasing after you every time you pull away for breath, the grip around you firm as he holds you in place. he doesn’t shy away from contact, no. his hand moves from your chin to cradle the base of your scalp, guiding your head so there’s no accidental bumping while the other slides underneath one of his old shirts that you’re wearing.
the second you’re both pulling away for fresh air, there’s tension and a vague competitiveness that circles the both of you. he glances at you with half-lidded eyes, provoking you with a cheeky smirk and a raise of his eyebrows. this motherfucker. you’re suddenly overcome with a compelling urge to mark him up with hickeys and scratch lines. so, you act on your desires.
you mirror what he likes to do to you: your left hand gently grabs his jaw and turns his face away so you have more access to his neck, lips finding the right spots for you to sink your teeth in and suckle on the flesh until you get him to groan for you. you rock your clothed core against his hardening erection, swathing your tongue over a fresh hickey. you’re rewarded with a deep, throaty groan that rings in your head and sends another rush of blood to your cunt.
“shit, baby,” he exhales slowly in a feeble attempt to keep his composure as you continue your quest.
“gotta let everyone know you belong to me, handsome.” your lips ghost over his ear, whispering words of innocent sin in a low voice to hear another grunt of pleasure from him. satisfied with the reactions he’s giving you, you resume devoting your attention to marking up his neck and chest.
“you’re gonna drive me crazy.” there’s a desperation in his voice where you know he wants to take over. you’re not sure what’s taken over him but decides to let you play first. not that you’re complaining, of course.
you form a trail of open-mouthed kisses all over his broad chest and collarbones, eyelids fluttering against his hot skin until you enclose your lips around one nipple. “oh, shit–!” jaemin’s hips buck up into yours from the sudden sensation of your tongue swirling around the pert bud. his wanton reaction stirs one from you, but you bite back the moan that threatens to spill.
the ache in your core is beginning to become unbearable and you wonder just how much self-control he’s exercising. his hands on your hips are eagerly pushing your heat down against his erection, weakly humping you like a teenage boy experiencing his first sexual encounter.
when you lean back to marvel at your work, you’re greeted with a sight that consumes you with unbridled lust and makes your whole body run hot.
he’s so pretty with his face flushed, flowers of rouge and plum on his neck, collarbones, and chest, glistening with a thin layer of sweat. he’s panting softly, lips swollen from being bitten and sucked on thanks to you, and for a brief moment, the golden late noon sun that peeks through your covered blinds envelopes him in an ethereal glow.
your nails gently rake down his sculpted biceps as you ascend back up, following your trail of hickeys until you find your faces mere inches from each other once again.
“hey, you,” jaemin exhales before giving you a soft, chaste kiss. “had fun?” he asks softly. you giggle, nodding as you cup his face to properly kiss him this time.
even when he’s desperate for air, his lips trap yours in a feverish lock as if you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. his hips buck upwards into yours every other heartbeat. dexterous hands dance along your body, toying with the fabric that keeps your exposed skin from him. he’s starting to get restless for some proper action—a constant habitual reaction that you’ve noticed from him every time you’re about to get frisky.
he starts to grab and knead possessively at your love handles. that’s when you know: it’s his turn to undress you.
jaemin grabs a fistful of your shirt hem and pulls it over your head before tossing it over his shoulder into a forgotten corner. one hand is on your waist, the other ghosting his fingertips down your spine so your back gently arches into him. he nibbles on your bottom lip and presses your throbbing core against his erection.
the action elicits a soft gasp of surprise from you. he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips while fondling your right breast, pinching and rolling his thumb over your hardened nipple. he begins his own trail of open-mouthed kisses from your jawline down to your chest just so he can hear your pretty moans.
you don’t even realise that he had been slowly making you lean down until your back hits the mattress. he suddenly stops and your mind is reeling to hazily explore the one thousand and one reasons he might have paused.
before you can even think to ask if everything is okay, jaemin slides your panties to the side and latches his lips onto your clit.
shockwaves spread through your body and your hands immediately fly to his hair, thighs clenching around him when he suckles on the sensitive nub.
“jaemin!” you whine in defeat, eyes fluttering shut with your head thrown back. he only hums in response and the vibrations send another wave of electricity up your spine.
he languidly laps at your juices, his gaze constantly flitting between your face and your core. he eats you out like he’s been given a lavish meal by the gods. he toys with your clit—suckling, flicking, rolling at the nub just to watch your face contort and scrunch up in equal parts pleasure and frustration of not getting what you want. a wide grin appears on his face when your eyes meet and you whine his name in a long drag.
jaemin’s tongue starts to dance along your lower lips, collecting your juices on the wet muscle before he thrusts it deep into your core. you moan from the relief of having something shoved inside of you, walls clenching tightly around him which pulls a throaty grunt from your boyfriend.
the lewd, wet sounds of slurping and sucking fill your shared bedroom. you feel your cheeks and neck burn from how embarrassing and erotic it is but you’re too occupied with how good it feels to have his tongue stretch you out. your high is creeping upon you slowly and before you can push his head deeper so you can ride his face, he pulls away to wrap his lips around your neglected bud.
“tastes so fucking sweet,” he groans around your clit. long, dexterous fingers dig into the pillowy flesh of your thighs as he pins you down, not allowing a single movement from you. “could eat you out all day, baby.” your frustration picks away at you, tears welling in your eyes, walls clenching desperately around nothing. a needy whine is pulled from your throat before you can even stop yourself.
jaemin hums and looks back up at you, raising an eyebrow upward smugly. you’re glaring down at him, body burning with need and lust, while he continues to flick his pointed tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves. your body starts to twitch from how sensitive you are, fingers digging deep into his fluffy brown locks but he’s not done playing with you yet.
“need something, pretty?” there’s a gentle slur in his words, pretty pink lips stained with your pearlescent arousal as he rises to his feet. you don’t even know when he discarded his clothes but he’s naked with his cock throbbing against his stomach. he wraps his fingers around his duo-toned erection, spreading beads of precum on himself. “c’mon baby, use your words for me.”
the mattress dips where he parts your thighs with an authoritative bump of his knee, climbing over you like a predator surveying its prey. he leans forward, free hand gently grabbing your jaw while the other lazily pumps himself. he cocks an eyebrow upward as he grinds his bare cock against your sopping folds, letting his heavy tip catch against your clit just to watch you whimper and tremble from the sensation.
“want your cock in me now, jaem,” you whine desperately. he’s second-guessing himself and you can see it in the way his features soften a little in concern. he will always get you to cum at least once before he penetrates and this is the first time he will be forgoing it. but you—you’re desperate. your juices are dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets and you’re beyond sure that he’ll be able to slip right in.
“are you sure, angel?” jaemin’s thumb runs over your bottom lip. when presented with the opportunity, who are you to deny yourself of taking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it? his eyes darken, lids drooping halfway and brows furrowing just the slightest. “you’re gonna be the death of me. use your words, pretty.”
he’s caught in a trance-like state as he watches you suck on his thumb. you know he’s tempted to pull his thumb away to replace it with his ring and middle fingers just to see how deep you can take him in. since he denied you of your pleasure, you’ll deny him of his.
you release his thumb from your lips with a soft, wet pop before gazing up at him through your lashes.
“i need you to fuck me now, jaemin. i need you.”
like a switch had been flipped, he cusses under his breath and looks down to guide his cockhead to your entrance. without a hint of a warning, he bullies his cock into your warm, awaiting cunt.
“fuck!” he groans when you wrap your legs around him, heels digging into his lower back to encourage him to push deeper. meanwhile, your head is thrown back, eyes rolling back as he sinks further into you, walls tightening around him like a vice. jaemin grabs your jaw once again to force your gaze onto him. “look at me when you’re taking my fat cock, baby.”
you force your eyes open with a shaky breath, doing exactly as you’re told as you pant hotly. he continues burying himself into you until he bottoms out and his eyes bore into you when your face contorts in pure pleasure of feeling the euphoric stretch of your walls to accommodate his heavy girth.
“fuck, how are you always so fucking tight?” he’s the first to break eye contact, lids squeezing shut as he lets you get used to his size. his head falls forward and he takes the opportunity to plant sweet kisses all over your face and cheeks. you know better than anyone that it’s his way of distracting himself while you get used to his size before he starts to fuck you. it’s not like you haven’t fucked in a long time—he’s just big enough for you to struggle even when you’re at least two orgasms down.
“m-move,” you barely whisper.
with your consent, he rolls his hips forward to test the waters and he’s rewarded with a needy whine paired with your walls squeezing around him.
jaemin’s right hand plants firmly on your hip while the other gently grabs your jaw to give him more access to your neck. there’s no warning when he starts ploughing into you, cockhead burying itself deep into your cunt with every upward snap of his hips. pleasure spreads through your body in constant waves as he sets a brutal pace, fucking you with reckless abandon. his name rips through your throat in tandem with the sounds of skin smacking against skin bouncing off the thin walls.
“such a desperate little whore.” his lips latch onto your neck as he continues driving his heavy cockhead deep against all of the good spots. “always so fucking tight for me.” he sighs almost wistfully. the hand that was on your jaw moves to wrap around your throat, fingers pressing down on the right spots to restrict your airflow.
you’re already so sensitive, sparks igniting all over your body, but he angles his hips higher so his tip is aggressively bullying the exact spot that has you seeing stars. your feeble hands wrap around his wrist as he leers over you with a domineering grin.
the sight of him so consumed with lust has your heart racing from how handsome yet hedonistic he looks. his onyx eyes are blown with a dark eagerness, strands of deep brown locks sticking to his temples as beads of sweat form trails down his hairline. his lips are pink and swollen from being kissed so lovingly whilst his neck and collarbones are littered with hickeys done in your name. he looks so sinful. it’s an intoxicating view that sends your head into a tailspin and another hot burst straight to your core.
“you look so pretty when you’re so fucked out, angel,” he hissed through his teeth. “so cockhungry you can’t even speak? all you needed was my cock and you’ll be satisfied, ain’t that right?”
before you can argue with him, jaemin pulls his cock out from you and slaps the tip against your neglected clit. you whine from the sudden emptiness when he pulls away from you, desperate for his hands on your body.
“jaem . . .” your complaint comes in the form of a weak whisper that he only chuckles quietly in response. “i wanna feel you, jaem.”
“patience is a virtue, pretty.” there’s a gentle lilt in his voice and through your glossy vision you can see the grin. he’s having fun taking his own sweet time with you while you crave for his touch. as punishing as it is, part of you is quivering with anticipation for what comes next.
jaemin sinks down onto his knees until he’s face to face with your lower lips. he brings his left hand down to your dripping core, middle and index fingers spreading your pussy lips apart. he huffs in amusement as he watches your hole clench desperately around him. in embarrassment, you try to close your thighs to hide from him but he’s quicker and far stronger. one strong grip of warning and you submit in a heartbeat.
“such a gorgeous cunt . . . probably waiting for more of my cock, hm?” he asks without really asking, gaze flitting up to yours and he’s chuckling once again when you nod desperately.
he rises to his feet, casually patting his hand against your pussy and making it a point for the heel of his palm to put pressure against your throbbing clit.
“jaemin . . .”
“shh, we’ll get there, baby. patience.”
he pulls you up into a sitting position with ease before he takes his own space on his side of the bed. his back is against the headboard, pillows supporting him as he sits back and strokes his aching cock. you stare at him through your wet lashes, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.
“pretty baby wants my cock, right?” you nod eagerly. “show me how badly you want it, then.” you want to glare and huff and puff and throw a tantrum but his stern gaze penetrates right through you. you pout in a feeble attempt to get him to at least pull you onto his thick lap again but he doesn’t budge.
“you’re so mean.” you complain with a grumble. with trembling thighs and arms you crawl over to him anyway. you don’t think look too hot or sexy but jaemin watches your every move like he’s going to eat you up the second you’re in his grasp. he maintains eye contact as he cleans up the hand that he used to touch himself, flat tongue licking and swirling around his dexterous digits. god, he looks so fucking hot.
you don’t know what he’s going to do next but you’re going to take advantage of getting up close so you can sink your teeth into his shoulders and your nails into his biceps.
“oh, i’m mean for giving you a chance to prove how much your slutty pussy wants my fat cock?” his words are so vulgar and it sends a hot rush straight to your core. when you straddle him, cockhead ghosting over your pussy lips, he gently takes your chin between his thumb and curled index finger to guide your eyes onto him. “why are you so quiet? cat got your tongue, doll?”
“no.” you huff in defence. jaemin chuckles in amusement when you plant both your hands on his shoulders and turn your face away slightly. when you’ve steadied yourself successfully, you take the base of his cock and line him up with your entrance.
as much as you would love to worship his body as he did to you, you’re far too impatient and too desperate to chase after your high. he’s been teasing you relentlessly and you’re going to get what you’ve been craving for.
you sink yourself down onto his cock, taking deep breaths while your walls flutter restlessly around his girth. his hands fly to your waist and guide you until you’re buried to the hilt. the tip is snugly kissing your g-spot when you’re seated properly, thighs burning from the effort after being relentlessly toyed with. your head drops and a soft moan of his name comes from your throat, forehead resting against his shoulder.
“shit,” he curses under his breath. the grip he has on your waist moves to your ass, kneading the pillowy flesh and littering kisses all over your temple and exposed shoulder. “you okay, pretty? i know my cock is too big for your greedy cunt but you take it like a good slut anyway, don’t you?” your whimpers and weak nods in response to his lewd words made his cock twitch inside of you, sending chills up your spine.
it drives you insane the way he can be so sweet and gentle while calling you such mean and obscene names. and you hate the way it makes your walls clench like a vice around him.
“yeah? i knew you liked being called a good slut.” jaemin’s fingers dig into you, biceps bulging as he effortlessly lifts you up and down his cock at a slow and steady pace. every time he sinks you down, he makes it a point to snap his hips upwards to meet you halfway. “such a cockhungry angel. what would everyone say if they saw you drooling all over my cock, huh?”
you mewl weakly in response, biting down on his shoulder to suppress your moans while your nails dig into his biceps.
“fuck, you really like getting called such dirty names, don’t you?” he bullies his cockhead right where it makes you see stars in your vision just so he can hear your sweet cries for mercy. you feel a little lightheaded from the pleasure coursing through your veins with every gentle yet hard thrust into you, blissfully taking his cock as he wants you to. “you’re so fucking dirty, baby. whose cock does this pussy belong to?”
you want to say his name, to say that it’s him, but you’re too drunk on the feeling of him wrapped around your walls to think of anything coherent.
“already dumb on my cock? i’ve barely begun, babe.”
while he’s still inside of you, jaemin secures your legs around his waist before he pushes you onto your back, changing your positions once more. the air gets knocked out of your lungs at the sudden switch, meekly whimpering his name when he checks on you. when he’s sure you’re okay, he gives you a sweet kiss on your forehead.
you don’t even realise that he has your knees hooked on his shoulders, his own digging into the mattress on either side of you. before you can process what is happening, you’re left gasping for air once again when he starts pounding into you with reckless abandon.
“jaemin!” a broken cry of his name rips through your throat when he snakes one hand down to roll your clit in figure eights. between his cock ruining your walls and the added stimulation to your throbbing clit, there’s nothing but sweet release and pleasure that fills your mind. “j-jaem, fuck, ‘s too– fuck!”
“too what, baby? is it too much? is my fat cock too much for you, baby?” he growls into your ear yet places a sloppy, tender kiss on your jawline. “you were just begging to get fucked like a whore and now—shit—and now my angel’s complaining it’s too much?” he punctuates the last three words with a thrust harder and rougher than the last, sending your head into a tailspin as your jaw drops to mewl weakly.
his words sink into your skin, touch electrifying as he patiently helps you reach your high.
“it’s– fuck, jaemin!” you weep pathetically with your walls clenching around him like a vice. you bite down on your lower lip as tears spring from your eyes due to the overstimulation of him relentlessly hitting your g-spot again and again while toying with your throbbing clit. the familiar knot starts to form and build up in your stomach, your body burning up with a feverish lust that only he can take care of. “i’m close, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, please!”
“my baby’s close?” he echoes. beads of sweat drip down his chin and mix with yours on your body. you didn’t think he could get any rougher but he proves you otherwise with his incessant rolling and tapping on your throbbing bud. he leans back to allow his free hand to play with your tits—kneading, pinching and rolling at your sensitive nipples with calloused fingers. “go on, baby. make a mess all over my cock before i fill you up, can you do that for me?”
all of the stimulations are piling up. you can’t focus on one thing at all; everything is too much all at once and the knot in your stomach is tightening dangerously. every shove and drag of his cock within your walls leave you gasping for hair, sucking him back in desperately when he withdraws himself. the sound of wet skin slapping against skin fills your ears, your moans bouncing off the walls in tandem with jaemin snapping his hips against yours. your eyes fly open—when had they shut?—to look at your boyfriend whose dark eyes burn with a feral desire to make you come undone.
“what’s wrong, baby? need me to talk you through your orgasm?” as if your body doesn’t feel hot enough already, your cheeks burn and you weakly manage a nod. he grins, clearly proud that he has this effect on you. “c’mon baby, i know you want my cum to fill you up. don’t you? i know you can do it for me, i’m close too. make a mess all over my fat cock and show me who this tight cunt belongs to.”
his words are all that it takes to bring you your sweet release. his name is ripped from your throat as your orgasm hits you in a dangerous wave, pussy clamping down on him and forming milky white rings around his cock. jaemin doesn’t stop pounding recklessly into you nor does he stop toying with your clit, switching between tapping and rolling the bud as he helps you ride out your high while he chases after his own.
“so good, you’re so fucking good for me,” he groans. the wet squelching sounds get lewder with every drag of his cock through your fluttering walls. you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about it but for some reason you are. your boyfriend doesn’t give you enough time to think about it as his thrusts get sloppier and he starts to lose his rhythm. “fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry for me. your cunt’s so fucking good, so tight f’me, fuck! i’m gonna cum, you gonna let me fill your needy pussy up, angel?”
“yes, fuck, yes!” both of your hands reach out to cup his face to direct his gaze onto you. “need you to fill me up, jaemin. wanna be dripping full of your cum. cum for me, baby.” your words act as the catalyst to helping him come undone.
his hips stutter against yours, face scrunching up and eyes fluttering shut as your name comes in a long, whiny drag from his throat. his cock twitches once, twice, before you’re filled with his hot seed. the sensation makes your shoulders tense up slightly, quietly moaning at the warmth.
jaemin, while still buried deep inside of you, carefully maneouvres himself so you’re both lying down on the bed. he makes an effort to pull you close into his chest and let him be your mattress to avoid hurting you. both of you are panting heavily, lightheaded from the dizzying pleasure as the after-sex buzz crawls underneath your skin.
“you feeling okay, pretty?” he’s the first to check in on you, turning his head to the side. he reaches his hand out to push locks of your hair that are stuck to your face. in his peripheral vision, he catches the bite marks and faint scratches that adorn his bicep and he laughs through his nose. “jesus christ, babe. sure did a number on me this time, huh?”
his words are swirling in your head and you grin lazily while looking up at him.
“you should look at yourself in the mirror next, handsome.” he cracks another smile at the slight slur in your speech, obviously worn from the spontaneous session.
jaemin lovingly leans into you to press a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering as if he’s letting the affection pour from his soul and into yours.
“i love you, _____.” he confesses in a soft whisper—a confession meant only for you to hear. “let’s take a ten-minute break before i set up the bath so we can clean up, yeah?” his hand rests at your waist, thumb massaging circles and mindless shapes into the soft flesh.
“i love you too, jaemin.” you whisper back. “we can do that.” although your body is still buzzing from the aftermath of what might just be one of your most satisfying orgasms in the past week, you’re stubborn enough to want to take care of him too. in the safety of his arms, you allow yourself to succumb to the exhaustion as your eyelids slowly fall shut.
WARNINGS: consensual somnophilia, sub space, daddy kink
SYNOPSIS: Stressed because of work, CEO Jaehyun seeks the comfort of his wife. So when he finally clocks out of work, he didn’t waste any time to quickly drive and get home.
A/N: this was a revised version of one of my fics years ago. thought I had to at least post something as a compensation of my long overdue series. forgive me for the typos, grammatical errors-- yadda yadda yadda. enjoy reading! share your thoughts?
Jaehyun sighs as he starts to clean up his desk and gather his things. Fashion week just finished and the whole company had been busier than ever. As the CEO, it’s his responsibility to make sure everything falls into the right place with no flaws and show a much better performance than other brands do. Utmost success doesn’t just come immediately, it demands sleepless nights and burned out minds. Responsibilities as the owner of his own company requires him to spend most of his time signing papers, going over proposals and designs, visiting and participating in the outside works himself, and many more.
Guilt fills Jaehyun’s body when he sees the texts you had sent him earlier, he scolds himself for not replying to you not even once despite clearly, it was his work that had hold him back and made it quite impossible for him to check his phone, especially during meetings. Turning his heels, Jaehyun quickens his pace, urge of going home burns inside him as seconds passes by.
The moment he arrives, he calls out your name softly, announcing his arrival. A couple more and he is yet to receive a response. Oftentimes, when you are free from the shackles of your own job, you like relaxing at the patio, chewing on your strawberry cheesecake all the while laughing at whatever film you’ve decided to watch—or there are times where Jaehyun finds you in your shared bedroom, playing on your phone or taking a nap. After going to the patio first and sees no sight of your figure, Jaehyun opted to head to the second in ranking of your favorite places.
There he finds his lovely wife all sprawled out on the bed, sleeping peacefully with your black silk nightgown that he loves so much. A smile of adoration appears on Jaehyun’s face, walking towards your peaceful sleeping figure while taking off his coat and tie. He settles his things on the table not far from the bed, resting his knee on the mattress and takes in the sight.
Jaehyun feels his breath hitch at the look of your exposed collarbones and thighs. Like a cue, one of your talks prior the busy weeks pricks Jaehyun’s mind. In that very conversation, you had mentioned about wanting to give somnophilia a try. Jaehyun was clueless back then that an explanation was needed. Being the gentleman that he is, Jaehyun expresses worry over the procedure and said that having sex requires verbal consent, he doesn’t want to disrespect the only woman he loves other than his mother. It took quite a few convincing and batting your eyelashes before he agreed.
Cheerfully, you assured him that he have your consent of touching you anytime, anywhere—conscious or unconscious. There are words you’ve established to signal any discomfort or want to stop the actions anyways. Too caught up with work, you didn’t have time to try it. But Jaehyun thinks that this might be the right time.
He plants a soft kiss on your forehead, caressing your cheeks, as he stares at you lovingly for a minute. Jaehyun tugs the hem of your nightgown upwards, there lies the flimsy fabric barely covering the plum cheeks of your pussy. He feels his pants get tighter.
Parting your legs slowly, Jaehyun thinks it’s pathetic to torture himself like this. The thin fabric doesn’t do much of covering what is between those legs, partially showing your clit. He curses under his breath, reaching down to unbuckle his belt to let his hard cock breathe some air, eyes never leaving your cunt.
Jaehyun settles comfortable in the middle while unbuttoning his shirt. He wets his lip as he parts the pussy lips with his thumbs and diving into the pool of sweetness. Jaehyun must’ve saved the world in his previous life to be rewarded by this delicacy. Sliding his tongue in, from the hole to the clit, tasting his wife’s arousal. He closes his eyes as he gets lost to the sweet wetness, licking and sucking on the clit, hungry for more. He looks up to watch your face without stopping the work of his tongue, he can see the calm breathing as it turns heavy and the peaceful face changes into a confused frown.
Your husband observes you, dipping his wet muscle inside the tight warm hole completely. Ghosts in your house would think he’s the one getting eaten out by how he moans and hums at your taste. He flattens his tongue and licks up to the clit, letting his middle finger enter the warm cave, flicking his tongue lightly at your button of pleasure.
Soon, three fingers are already inside and your pussy is now all puffy from all the sucking and licking. He pulls away and stares at how his digits move in and out of your soaping cunt. Letting a muted moan, stirring a bit, Jaehyun chuckles lowly when your legs spreads wider as if to give him more access. Even in deep slumber, you wouldn’t hesitate to offer yourself to him.
Jaehyun presses a kiss on your clit before pulling out his fingers, taking off his pants and boxers. He strokes his cock at the delicious sight of his pliant wife. God, he is certain he’ll come anytime soon just by looking at you, so fucking rewarding after all the stress he had gone through since morning. Without wasting any time, Jaehyun hovers over you, hands beside each side of the your head to hold himself up as he slowly penetrates your soaked hole. Jay lets out a long moan. You feels so good, so warm, so tight.
His thrusts becomes rough and fast almost immediately, not even bothering to lower down his moans and slow down for his wife. You like it like this. The way his cock rubs the insides of your walls is so enticing that you were pulled out from your dream, fluttering your eyes open as the feeling of being full registers in your brain. Whimpering at your husband’s appearance, sweat peeks at Jaehyun’s shoulders, his mouth and chin wet. You are not dumb to be unaware of what just took place, not dumb to know that it’s your wetness that lies on his face, not dumb to realize that what you thought is a wet dream is indeed happening. Fina-fucking -ly.
“Oh, daddy.” You whimpers, hands shooting up to grip on your husband’s biceps, hips bucking up to meet the purposeful thrusts. Jaehyun opens his eyes and sees the pleasure in his now awake wife. He leans down to finally have a taste of the mouth he had been craving ever since this morning, wrapping his arms around you to feel the warmth that he had been seeking after all the stress work had given him.
Picking up his pace, Jaehyun orders you to hold on to him, whispering filthy shits against your ears, knowing how it pushes you to the edge even more. With his wife’s beautiful noises and the clenching of your pussy in his cock, Jaehyun feels himself getting close. He used to last longer than you, but due to the pleasuring clenches of your walls and the beautiful sight of you falling apart in his arms, it’s embarrassing to say that he can cum in just a few minutes.
“Fuck baby, you’re bulging.” Jaehyun looks at your stomach stretching up whenever he thrusts in, the shape of his cock making an appearance. He presses a hand at that very part and starts to pounce roughly, wanting to feel how big his cock inside your small hole.
Sobbing at the merciful thrusts, you tighten your arms around his neck. He feels so so big that you could feel him almost literally breaking you into two. Jaehyun leans back to sit up, placing his hands on his your waist as he fastens his pace, giving you more than what you can take. Your arms goes everywhere, not knowing where to place them, you need to grip on something.
Jaehyun groans when your hands proceeds to grab the big teddy bear on the side of your bed, giving the illusion of innocence with how you’re crying and hugging the stuffed toy like a bullied little kid. Jaehyun puts both of your legs on his shoulders to thrust deeper and harder, You can’t do anything but to scream about how good Jaehyun is making you feel. The complaints from the neighbors are definitely guaranteed.
“Daddy daddy— gonna c-cum— ‘m gonna cum— daddy cum!” You thrashes underneath him and starts to clench on his girthy cock. You want to come so bad, fuck. Your tummy tightens as you discard the stuffed toy to the side and makes grabby hands to your husband. Immediately, Jaehyun complies and leans down, letting you wrap your arms around his neck once again as he whispers encouragement to your ears.
“Come for me, baby. Come on princess, show daddy how good you are for him.” With a few more strokes, you are clamping down hard on his cock and Jaehyun is thrusting uncontrollably. His cum mixes with yours as Jaehyun moves slowly, riding out your high. Once you’ve come down from your climax, he pulls out of you carefully and grabs a towel on your bed side and starts to clean up the mess made by the both of you. Your hand prevents him from going to the bathroom, “Where are you going?” Gosh, those teary eyes—will anyone blame him if his flaccid dick gets hard again by the mere doe eyes?
“To the bathroom, I’ll prepare our bath.” You shake your head.
“No?” Tugging Jaehyun to lay beside you. Your husband only lets it be as you puts his arm around you and buries your face in the crook of his neck.
“We have all the time to do that, let’s just rest for now.” You sleepily say, yawning.
Just a few more days. A few more days and you will be consistently woken up with him fucking you dumb, just like what you had always begged him to do. Jaehyun smirks, a few more days.
Sooo.... Mark having trouble in his first time bc his dick is too big ughhh
“fuck, baby… i don’t think i’m gonna fit.” mark bashfully rubs the back of his neck, eyes flitting from your face and then to where the head of his cock presses against your wet entrance. you smile at him, your eyes heavy with lust. “i’ll make sure it fits.” you sit up, hands pushing against his chest until he lands on his back, his cock hard against his stomach. his cock twitches and leaks precum when you staddle him, your finger nails dragging against his chest all the way down to his pelvic bone. “look at you, markie. aren’t you a pretty sight with your cock so hard for me.” you lean down, pressing light kisses along his jawline. mark’s hands grip your hips, guiding your slick pussy back and forth against his length. “please, just— just sit on my cock. i need to feel you wrapped around me.” you giggle against his neck, your tongue licking a long stripe up to his ear before you nibble it. “markie, be patient. good things come to those who wait.” his grip tightens on your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh there and you whimper in his ear. “okay, okay. i’ll sit on your cock.” wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock, you align his tip woth your dripping hole. “ready, baby?” you ask, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. mark just nods, his eyes glued to where your bodies connect. you begin to slowly sink yourself down onto his cock— the thickness of his length stretches you out so deliciously you can’t help but moan out his name. “mark— oh fuck, mark. you’re so so so big.” you glance down between your legs and realise that there’s still a few more inches left. your body shudders as you push yourself onto him in one quick movement. his cock is bulging through your lower stomach and you cry at the sight. mark’s hand gently rubs where his cock shows in your stomach. “god, that’s so hot.” you nod your head and whimper, your hips instinctively grinding against him. your senses have heightened with each movement of your hips and you truly believe you’re in heaven. “markie, i want you to fill me up with your cum until it’s leaking our of my pussy. can you do that for me?” his eyes never leave your stomach but he nods and breathlessly says, “anything for you.”
Summary: both Jaemin and Jeno have always had a thing for you and were never shy about it either. You always play hard to get, but all of your playing was going to catch up with you sooner or later.
Warnings: sexual content, dubcon themes, porn with little plot, horrifically Jaemin biased (it just happened that way), unprotected sex, kitchen sex, oral (male and fem receiving), degrading, praising, voyeurism, exhibitionism (if you squint), snowballing, mean dom jeno, soft dom Jaemin, literally just filth, proofread but may still contain errors
Word count: 7,4k
A/N: I had a completely different idea for this pairing, but I didn't like here it was going so I completely scrapped it and came up with this. Hope y'all like it it's my first time writing a 3some dynamic so be patient with me lol. Also I wanna try a new picture situation for fics soooo yeah idk if I'll be doing it for long. Probably just for multiple members fics. Pics aren't mine. Feedback is welcomed as always this was long overdue I was supposed to post this days ago
The walls are pretty thin in your apartment, which is why you're so grateful when everyone is gone. You can't escape the constant sounds of your roommates laughing, talking, doing God knows what. You enjoy the peace and quiet, especially at night. The only drawback is that there is virtually no privacy.
You can't count the amount of times both Jeno and Jaemin asked you about conversations you had with people on the phone the night before. It always left you a bit shocked and freaked out. They never told you how much they heard or knew, just that they heard you. And on mornings like this - ones where you wake up groggy from getting yourself off - they never skip a beat to tell you they heard you.
"You're really loud at night you know," Jaemin said, pouring milk in his cereal.
"What are you talking about?" You yawned, covering your mouth with your hand. It's a Saturday, which means you have nothing but time to spare.
"When you're touching yourself. You should do a better job at keeping quiet," Jeno answered as he walked into the kitchen.
"Why were you listening?" Your tone was monotonous, still trying to fully wake up from your sleep. Nothing they said had any impact on you anymore. Their non-stop flirting and crude comments don't make you cringe and squirm like they used to, completely used to whatever games they were constantly trying to play.
"I didn't have a choice," Jaemin said, mouth full of cereal.
"We always have choices in life." You leaned on the edge of the counter, crossing your arms. Jeno brushed his hair back, biceps bulging in his right long sleeve top. It was no secret that even though you kept turning them down, they were eye candy. When you told your friends about them, they wondered how you were going to live with 2 men that looked like they were meant to be male strippers.
It's easy for you, really. Just get to know them. Getting to know people always helps get rid of the initial attraction, and they definitely made it easy. Except it came back 10 times stronger. And you really didn't mean for it to happen really, it just happened, and you're annoyed that it happened. But is it really your fault?
"Just how you made a choice to come out completely naked," Jeno questioned, looking you up and down.
"I'm wearing a tank top and shorts. Be serious." You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off the counter. You turned around, reaching up to get a bowl only to be pressed against the counter again
"Let me help you out," Jeno said in your ear. He pressed himself against you, pushing his bulge into your ass. Jeno grabbed the bowl out of your hand, setting it down in front of you with the sweetest smile. "And I meant in other ways that don't involve getting bowls from cabinets."
Jeno backed away from you, and for the first time you can confidently say you didn't want him to move. But he'll never know that. Neither of them will ever know the effect they have on you for as long as you're in the same household. But sometimes you really wonder if it's worth it, not letting them touch you in the ways you want. Not letting them do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. It didn't really matter anyways, they're just 2 people out of the 8 billion on the planet.
"You are so spoiled you know that."
You jump, surprised at the sound of Jaemin's voice near your ear. You forgot he was still in the kitchen being lost in thought about Jeno's body pressed against yours. "What do you mean by that?"
"You have 2 guys constantly trying to fuck you, and you keep refusing," he says, chuckling softly. "It's honestly annoying."
You rolled your eyes pouring cereal in your bowl. "Then stop. I keep refusing and you keep coming back."
"But I like the chase."
You turned around, immediately being faced with Jaemin's eyes being directly on your tits. His gaze made you feel small sometimes, always looking at you like you were a piece of meat. But you liked the way he looked at you. They way his gaze would linger, never shy to tell you exactly what he wanted with no words.
"All men like chasing," you replied, pouring the milk in your bowl.
"Not as much as me. When I catch you, you'll be wishing I didn't," he mumbled.
"You're funny."
"I've been told. And I tend to laugh women right out of their clothes." His witty responses never fail to amaze you. He always had a response for everything, never speechless although sometimes you wish he was.
You turned around, leaning on the counter as you shoved a spoon full of cereal in your mouth. "You know," you started, "sometimes I wish the 2 of you were man enough to do something."
Jaemin raised his brow, crossing his arms. "Is that some kind of challenge?"
"No, just a thought. I'm going to my room." You walked out the kitchen and down the tiny hallway, already hearing Jeno's music through the walls. You wish you weren't so evil, but there would be no fun in your life. Because as much as you tell them to stop, you just want them to keep telling you over and over again how much they want it, how much they need you.
"If you ever need help, remember I'm next door," Jaemin called out behind you.
"Never gonna happen."
-
"Fuck, come on!"
You've been playing video games since your conversation with Jaemin ended, and honestly you wish you hadn't even started. You've been doing nothing but yelling at your screen and pounding your desk. And you just so happened to get knocked out again.
"I can't take this shit anymore," you groaned, cradling your head in your arms. Just as you were about to throw your headset off, you heard a knock on your door. "Come in."
Jaemin walked in, face puffy like he just woke up from a nap. But you couldn't even keep looking at his face, not when he was wearing that one shirt that made him look bigger than he already was. And- oh. He wasn't wearing anything under his basketball shorts, was he?
"You're too loud." His voice was deep and groggy, the sound of it going straight to your core.
"Sorry. This game is just-"
"Annoying? I've heard you say that millions of times already. Just stop playing it." Jaemin leaned on your door frame, shaking his hair from his face. It was taking everything in you to not say what you wanted to. He's attractive and he knows it. He knows what he does to you and it drives you insane. "Just keep it down okay?" Jaemin turns on his heels, walking out of your room, door knob in his hand.
"I'll try. You know how I get when I'm stressed."
Stressed. That was all he heard. "You're stressed?"
"Yeah, just a little," you admit.
"Let me help you," he said, coming back into your room.
You turned around in your chair, raising your brow at his statement. "And how would you do that?"
Jaemin walked up to you, looking down at you with sleepy and lustful eyes. Silence filling the space between you. He needed you, even when he felt like he was gonna pass out. And he would take any chance to get you, only if you would let him. "Let me give you the best head in your life."
The request shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did, but the slight twitch of your right leg whenever you were turned on would always betray you. You scanned his face, eyes moving down his body. "Are you hard?"
"Yeah," he answered honestly. "But you don't have to do anything. I promise."
"I wasn't planning on it," you answered, turning around.
"You still didn't answer my question."
"You didn't ask me a question."
"Can I please eat you out," Jaemin repeated as if he was sounding out a word. You could hear the smile in his voice, knowing that if you turned back around, he would be looking at you with that shit eating grin he always does to get his way.
"I doubt you could find the clit, let alone make me cum."
Jaemin snickered at your statement, turning your chair around to face him. "Wanna bet?"
"I'm not letting you anywhere near her, especially not when Jeno's in the other room," you deny.
"Jeno would sleep through a war if he could. I think we'll be okay."
Jaemin smiled to himself watching you turn your chair back around to face your monitor.
"You know that's a lie, and I said what I said." You felt a small piece of you die inside when Jaemin crawled under your desk, face directly in between your legs. He couldn't help himself, and he knew there would only be so many times you pushed him away. But you're so predictable, it's almost funny. You love his sleepy voice and his puffy face, and the only reason he knows this is because you can't speak quietly on the phone.
He would listen to your conversations, listen to the way you talked about him, the things you said about him to your friends. He knows you're two faced, telling him one thing and saying another to other people. Jaemin doesn't know if it's a mistake, especially because you out of all people know how thin the walls are, but he doesn't care.
Jaemin pushed your legs open, half lidded eyes staring at your clothed cunt. "I swear you wore these just to provoke me," he mumbled.
"J-Jaemin wait.." you were completely overwhelmed, a little taken back with how fast things were moving. But the way his hands traveled from your legs to your ass was almost enough to make you forget the kind of game you were playing with him.
Jaemin pulled you closer to him, hands gripping you as he buried his face between your legs. "God, you smell so fucking good," he said, inhaling deeply. "I bet you taste even better."
At this point, you were sure Jeno could hear every word coming out his mouth. It shouldn't have turned you on so much, but it did. Was he listening? Is he jealous, mad it's Jaemin who got to you first? Was he touching himself to the thought of you? You wanted to see. You wanted to hear him. You wanted-
"Stop thinking about him." He practically growled.
You gulped, brows shooting to your forehead. "W-what?"
"I know you're wondering if he's really sleeping, if he can hear you." Jaemin's nose nudged on your clothed bud making you gasp softly. "You don't have to wonder. These walls are paper thin."
You didn't protest when he pulled your shorts and panties to your ankles, brian too preoccupied with the fact that you were about to get eaten out after a long time. But even in these circumstances, you couldn't pause your shit talking. "Still don't think you can make me cum."
Jaemin let out a soft chuckle. He didn't answer you or say anything, just pulled you to the edge of your seat and attached his mouth to your core like a moth to a flame. His tongue moved slowly at first, lapping at all your arousal. His nose nudged against your clit, making you shudder as you let out a soft sigh. But you can't give him the satisfaction yet, so you hold it back. You don't look down at him, you do anything to distract yourself from the man between your legs.
Jaemin doesn't care about your attempts to ignore him, all he cares about is proving you wrong like he always does. His thumbs massage the insides of your thighs as he grips your legs tight savoring every feel of the soft flesh. The speed of Jaemin’s tongue quickened as his eyes trailed up your body, his nose continuously nudging your clit. He can hear how much you're trying to stifle your moans not wanting him to know how much you like it.
"Let me hear you."
You kept your mouth closed, biting your lip hard as he continued licking at you. But when he directed his attention to your clit, a reluctant whine escaped your lips. You could feel Jaemin smile against your skin, knowing that you already lost the game you were trying so hard to win. You peeked under your desk for a millisecond only to make direct eye contact with him as he sucked your clit softly. He sucked harder, making you roll your eyes back at the sudden sensation.
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
You still didn't answer, closing your eyes to avoid meeting his own. Jaemin flicked his tongue against you faster than before. You were way too sensitive at this point, every movement he made pulling you closer and closer to an orgasm. But you couldn't cum just yet, not when that was the only thing you were fighting to not do. But god, it just felt so good, too good.
"If you're gonna ignore me, I'm gonna stop," he said.
"N-no." That was the first thing you said in a while. You couldn't believe it, but you needed him to keep going. You wanted him to keep going. Haven't felt the touch of a man in months, this felt like heaven.
"Then say it," he said.
"Say what?"
"What do you want me to do?
"Keep..eating me out.. obviously."
Jaemin chuckled, running his fingertips along your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm already doing that. Tell me what you want me to do Y/N."
His tone was softer, less demanding than before. And now you knew what he was getting at. You knew what he wanted you to say, but you didn't want to give into him too easily. But you needed this so bad. "Make me cum," you answer quietly, voice trembling slightly.
"Say that again. I don't think Jeno heard you clear enough," he teased. You shook your head, refusing to speak. He placed a kiss on your clit, laughing softly when you let out a small sigh. "Are you a good girl?"
Reluctantly, you nodded your head, heat rushing to your face.
"Then say it again."
"Make me cum."
"Of course. Anything for you." Jaemin went at you like a starved man, licking and sucking and kissing every part of you, not leaving a single area untouched. You couldn't force yourself to stay quiet, not when only his tongue was working such wonders on you. Your hands naturally made their way to his hair, pushing it back to see his face better. Jaemin's eyes stared right into yours, eyes blown with lust.
"J-Jaemin," you whimpered softly as he flicked his tongue fast on your sensitive bud. He moaned, licking and slurping up your arousal while pulling your body closer to his. At this point, your hips were starting to fall off the edge of the seat. "I-I'm gonna fall, Jaemin."
Jaemin swiftly adjusted you on your seat, mouth never leaving you. He looked up at you, lids low. The sounds filing the room were sinful, the slurping sounds coupled with both of your moans making your head spin. Your hands tugged at his hair softly at every movement of his tongue.
"I bet you need something in you, don't you?" Jaemin's voice went from your ears right to your cunt. He smiled to himself watching you squeeze around nothing, desperate for anything. "How do my fingers sound?"
"Good Jaemin, fuck," you sighed, almost a little too quickly.
"Someone's a little excited," he laughed. "A little too excited for someone who told me I couldn't make her cum."
Jaemin lined two fingers up, pushing them into you slowly. You could almost cry at the feeling, so sensitive anything could send you over the edge. "M-more," you begged.
Jaemin raised a brow, wicked smile on his lips. "You want another one?"
"Please.."
Jaemin added a third finger, pumping them slowly. Sometimes, he's grateful that he loves giving pleasure, especially because of moments like this. You were so pretty above him, moaning out his name and practically melting in front of him. Your hard, stubborn exterior practically shattered as soon as he put his hands on you. It's funny how fast he got you to beg for him even though he knew how bad you wanted it already.
Jaemin licked at your clit while pumping his fingers inside you with a mission, a look of pure bliss spread over your face. "You're so pretty," he breathed out. "I always thought you were pretty."
You couldn't say anything, especially not when he started to finger you faster and his tongue slowed, arousal leaking all over your gaming chair. Your moans and whimpers started to grow in volume. There was no way you could stay quiet enough for Jeno not to hear now. Jaemin sucked your clit hard, making you groan loudly, tugging at his hair. "Jaemin you're gonna make me cum," you whimpered.
"I thought I couldn't." He pumped his fingers in and out quicker, grinning as you came closer and closer. "Maybe I should stop."
"J-Jaemin do not f-fuckin stop." You're brows knit, breath increasing every time he pumped his fingers in and out of you. A tight ball formed in your stomach, muscles beginning to tense under his touch. Jaemin gave your clit one hard lick, making you fall apart instantly. You came on his fingers, clenching on them tightly as you let out a shaky moan.
"That's it, let it out," he cooed. "You did so well for me Y/N."
Jaemin took his fingers out of you, sucking them while staring into your eyes. Your hazy expression was making him go crazy, and he knew he shouldn't keep going but he really couldn't help himself.
Jaemin threw your legs over his shoulders, latching his arms over them before you could move away. "This will be quick okay."
You whined when his tongue came in contact with you again, wiggling its way in your core. Jaemin moaned softly, tasting your cum on his tongue. Your weak pushes at his head were cute, so cute that he had to keep going.
"Jaemin please," you whined,"I..I can't.."
He kept staring at you, not intending to move away or stop. "Be a good girl and cum for me." His tongue was attacking your clit at this point, moving over the bud too fast for you to keep up. Jaemin's grip was so strong you couldn't even squirm away from the chair if you wanted to. He sucked hard, the feeling shooting through your body making your hands and legs weak.
Your body trembled when you came again, soft cries of curses spilling from your lips. And Jaemin still didn't stop. He licked up every single drop, not wanting to waste a bit. He didn't know when you were going to let him do this again even though he knew you would come back to him eventually. At this point, he was pretty sure he was addicted to the taste of you, scent of you, just you.
Jaemin finally loosened the grip on your legs, letting them fall off his shoulders. The both of you were breathing heavily since the adrenaline was still rushing. He didn't say anything and neither did you even when he came from under the table. Jaemin stood up, large figure looking over you as you tried to catch your breath.
"I'm going in my room," he said,"I'll..see you later."
You let him leave, not saying a word as you slumped in your seat. You were never going to live this moment down, letting him go down on you like that. And practically control you. And now that he's away, you're going to have to be tortured with hearing him touch himself in the next room over.
But all you could really say at the moment was that it in fact was the best head of your life.
It'd been 3 days since Jaemin completely overpowered you, beating you at your own game. And being forced to watch him go on with his day like nothing happened was driving you crazy, especially when he kept dropping little references of the events.
What's even worse is Jeno pretending he didn't hear anything. Pretending you weren't practically screaming Jaemin's name 3 days ago. But he did keep staring at you and you couldn't tell what he was thinking. You never could. Jeno was always good at hiding it until he wanted you to know.
And now you're alone in your apartment with him while Jaemin is at work for the night. The last thing you wanted to be was alone with Jeno, especially when he was in a bad mood like now.
You walked into the kitchen wanting to get something to eat without disturbance, but Jeno was already there. You looked at him, body leaning against the counter with his head in his hand. You and Jeno hadn't really had an actual conversation in 3 days. You were a bit afraid of him saying something that would remind you of the sinful things that took place in your room.
You walked past him, not really paying him any mind, but you could still feel his eyes on your back. And just as you were about to reach into the cabinet, he said something you were definitely not expecting.
"You're such a bitch."
You turned around, brow raised so high it could probably hit the roof. "I'm a what now?"
"You're a bitch," he repeated. Jeno looked at you with a straight face. There was nothing in his body language that suggested that he was doing this to mess with you. He was dead serious.
You squint your eyes, scoffing at his words. "Don't call me a bitch."
Jeno gave you a dry laugh, taking his hand from his face. "You don't think it's bitchy to have sex with your roommate when your other roommate was in the other room?"
"Are you mad it wasn't you," you snapped. You watched as Jeno lifted his body off the counter and walked to you slowly. He placed his arm beside your body, leaning close over yours, a dark smirk written across his face.
"I'm just surprised you gave into him so easily seeing that you deny me all the time." He couldn't keep eye contact with you, especially not when you were in the kitchen in nothing but leggings and that goddamn tank top. The white one you constantly wore with nothing underneath. You knew exactly what you were doing, and that's something Jeno always found attractive about you.
"My eyes are up here," you said, lifting his chin to look at you.
Jeno clicked his tongue annoyed. "You always try to put on this tough act, and it's really annoying."
"Can't be as annoying as this conversation."
"Then walk away, unless you wanna keep having this conversation," he said. You hesitated to move, making Jeno laugh. He pulled you back, pushing you on the counter.
"I was walking away," you said, trying to sound completely unphased when you were completely turned on by it.
"You just love playing hard to get, don't you," he mumbled, leaning into your neck. "You love it when we chase. Don't lie." You didn't speak, you just let him kiss your neck softly. He pressed his body against yours, parting your legs with his knee. Jeno wraps a hand around your neck, chuckling softly when your breath hitches. "I can't believe I was letting you walk around here like this without touching you," he mumbled.
Jenos other hand made its way to your ass, groping you roughly. He watched your face, taking in the slight pleasure you felt being at his mercy. Jeno tightened the hold on your neck slightly, earning a soft gasp from you.
"If you're gonna do something, do it," you grumbled.
"What if I wanna take my time with you hm? I bet you'd like that. I mean, you did 3 days ago," he teased. Jeno moved his hand from your ass to between your legs, rubbing you through your leggings. His brow arched at the sticky wet sensation covering his fingers through the fabric. "You aren't even wearing panties. It's like you came in here with the intention of me fucking you."
With one quick movement, Jeno's hand was in your leggings, rubbing you in circles slowly. "It's just funny that you're so quiet now. Make all those pretty noises you made for pretty boy." Jeno pressed his fingers harder into you. He watched as you began to lose yourself with that sweet sinister smile of his. You didn't stop him when he pulled your tank top up, immediately groping your left breast. "God I love these pretty tits."
Your panting was only getting faster, his hand on your clit rubbing you faster while fondling your breast, you could barely hear anything he was saying. You were gonna cum quick, all you needed was a little more and-
"I think I'll stop here. You seem to be enjoying yourself too much."
It's embarrassing how fast you stopped him from pulling his hand out your pants, forcing it back down to where it was before. "Jeno, please don't play around," you pleaded.
He snickered at your pleading, fingers immediately making their way back between your legs. Jeno slowly pushed two inside you, a shaky moan leaving your mouth. He pumped his fingers in you, kissing your lips softly. Having no idea what to do with your hands, you held onto his arms, biceps flexing in your hands. "Jeno," you moaned softly.
"You liked that hm," he said in your ear. "You like it when I touch you like this?"
"Y-yeah."
He fingered you faster, the palm of his hand stimulating your clit at the same time. You held onto his arms tighter, closing your eyes as you let your head fall on his shoulder. The moans and whimpers fell through your lips so easily under his touch. Between his hand on your chest and the one in your pants you could barely concentrate on your surroundings.
So when Jaemin suddenly opened the door when he was supposed to get home three hours from now, startled couldn't even begin to describe how you felt. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at your panicked face. Jeno kept going, not giving a single fuck of who just came in the apartment. But even though you were startled, no matter how compromising the position you were in was, it still managed to turn you on even more.
"Jesus, you're a slut aren't you," Jeno teased. "You love the fact that he came in here unannounced with my fingers in your pussy?"
You shook your head, burying your face in his neck. "S-shut up."
"Are we gonna do this now," Jaemin asked, finally breaking his silence.
You looked over at him, confusion and pleasure on your face. "Do what?"
"I guess we can. But I need her to cum first." Jeno and Jaemin were talking like you weren't even there, saying things you didn't even understand. But every time you thought to ask questions, a moan left your lips, making you squeeze his arm again. "Cum Y/N," he said in your ear lowly. "Cum for me."
Your legs are weak, the only thing holding your body up is Jeno's hand under you. He moves his hand faster, palm rubbing your clit harder. "S-shit.." You came hard, grasping his biceps for dear life before you fell into Jeno’s shoulder.
"I'll never get enough of that face," Jaemin mumbled, teeth toying with his lip as he watched you.
Jeno pulled his hand from your leggings, sticking his fingers in your mouth almost immediately. "Suck."
And you did, swirling your tongue around the digits like you were gonna get a grade for it. Jeno watched you, his usual smirk spreading on his face.
"Fuck, I can't watch this anymore." Jaemin walked over to both of you. Jeno moved out of the way, letting Jaemin pick you up and throw your body over his shoulder.
"Wait, what are you guys doing," you panic.
"Don't play dumb you know exactly what's going on," Jeno answered. They walked to your room, practically kicking the door open. You let out a tiny scream when Jaemin dropped you on your bed with no warning, looking at them completely lost.
"You're so cute, like a lost puppy," Jaemin said. He took his hoodie off, having nothing underneath it. Jeno made quick work of his own shirt, throwing it elsewhere in the room. "Are you gonna be good for us?"
"I-I.." you were in complete shock. This was something you fantasized about for way too long, touching yourself to the thought of both of them taking care of you at the same time. You craved it way more than they would ever know. But everything was happening way too fast. So when Jaemin pushed you down on bed, pulling your leggings off, it was like whiplash. Jeno took your tank off quickly, throwing it in a random place.
Jaemin sat himself behind you, leaning on your head board as he pulled your body to him. Your back was pressed against his chest as he wrapped his big arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled. He kissed your neck slowly while Jeno laid between your legs, mouth already attaching to your core.
You let out a small gasp as the feeling of Jeno’s mouth and the feeling of Jaemin's hands on your chest clouded your senses. Jeno ate you out like it was his last meal ever, not giving you enough time to recover from the prior activities in the kitchen. His tongue ravaged you, moans and groans sending vibrations to your clit like crazy. And Jaemin's constant kissing and humming against your skin was not making it better.
"You know I'm kind of a pervert," Jaemin whispered, a small smile on his lips. You were leaning on him, your head falling back on to his shoulder as Jeno worked his tongue on you. Jaemin stared down at the sight between your legs, eyelids getting heavy with lust watching the show in front of him. "I like to watch."
His fingers tweaked and pinched at your nipples, unholy noises spilling from your lips easily. He was growing harder and harder, his bulge rubbing on your ass. "Doesn't it feel good," he whispered in your ear. His soft voice sent butterflies to your stomach, a trembling breath unintentionally making its way out.
"Y-yeah."
"Tell him it feels good." Jaemin rolled your nipples in his fingers making you grip your blanket.
"I-it feels good Jeno," you moaned softly.
"Good girl. You're always so good for me." Jeno hooked his arms around your legs, tugging your body a little lower. Jaemin snickered at your surprised expression, hands still working on your chest. "God you're so cute."
Jeno's tongue moved faster, groaning softly against you constantly. You bit your lip starting to grind on his tongue. Your constant moans filled the room, every single sense becoming heightened when you feel yourself starting to approach your orgasm.
Jaemin tilted your head to him, kissing you messily. His tongue invaded your mouth, dancing with yours as Jeno kept going. He knew you were close, he could tell by the way your breathing was picking up and your trembling hands on the blanket. "You're close, aren't you baby," he mumbled on your lips.
You nodded fast, brows knitting when Jeno sucked your clit hard. Jaemin watched your face as your eyes rolled back and body tense at the sensation.
"Look at me when you cum okay?"
"O-oh my god," you moaned loudly. Your hand shot up to his wrist, squeezing it tightly as your body tense up even more. You couldn’t stop yourself, grinding on Jeno's tongue even harder as you came.
"That's it baby, keep looking at me with those pretty eyes." Jaemin kissed you, biting your lip softly as you moaned into his mouth. His hands left your chest, rubbing them down your naked body.
Jeno stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You always knew he had the body of a Greek god but goodness, it didn't hit you hard until now. Jeno tugged his sweats and boxers off, letting his length spring free. He was big, bigger than you thought. You've felt him through his pants many times on the occasions that he slipped behind you or something. But Jesus, it's nothing like seeing the real thing.
"Face down, ass up," Jeno ordered.
Clumsily, you pulled your body out of Jaemin's arms and flipped yourself over. Trying to get yourself on your knees, you slipped, face falling directly into Jaemin's lap. Jaemin gave you a soft chuckle, hand patting your head as you fixed yourself.
"Where's your condoms," Jeno asked.
"Fuck all of that. I need you Jeno," you whined. You subconsciously wiggled your hips, begging for him to take you right there. You've never been so needy for something in your life, but he managed to bring it out of you.
"You need me?" His tone was condescending and mean, but he had that sweet smile on his face. "How bad do you need me?" He took his length, guiding it up and down your slit.
"Real bad," you breathed out, pushing more against him. "So bad, I could die right now."
"You always had a way with words," he mumbled. Jeno pushed his tip into you slowly, making you smile at the stretch. His brows furrowed as he pushed the rest of himself in you, feeling you squeeze tightly around him.
"Fuck you're so big," you whined softly.
Jeno rocked his hips into you, every movement making you moan softly. Your head was between Jaemin's lap as he watched the other male fuck you from behind. You looked up, feeling a small tap on your head. Jaemin was looking down at you with a smirk on his face.
"You didn't think I was gonna let you and Jeno have all the fun did you?"
Lifting yourself on your elbows, moans and whines falling from your mouth as you pull Jaemin out his sweats. He was just a s big as Jeno, and he knew it. The way he was looking down at you, he knew you would have a hard time. Little did he know you liked having a hard time.
"Spit on it."
His words made you clench around Jeno, making the man behind you groan softly. You did as you were told, letting a ball of saliva fall from your lips onto his tip.
"You listen so well," Jaemin praised.
You were so fucked out of your mind at this point, you wanted nothing but to be praised by him. You licked around his tip, looking up at him for his approval with begging eyes. You sunk your head down more, getting more of him into your mouth, sucking him softly. Your brows furrowed, moaning on his length as Jeno started to speed up his thrust. Jaemin could happily die right here, one of his biggest fantasies unraveling in a way he never imagined. And you were just so open to letting him use you, to letting Jeno use you.
His lids hung low, soft moans and pants leaving his lips as you bobbed your head following Jeno's rhythm. "We should've done this ages ago," Jaemin mumbled, fingers running through your hair. He grasped it hard, following your movements with his hand, but if you kept going, he was surely going to cum in your mouth. Jaemin pulled you off of him slowly, knitting his brows at the loss of your mouth. "You're way too good at that," he huffed out.
Jeno's low grunts mixed with your moans and whimpers made Jaemin grow harder and harder every second. Jeno pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
"You love this don't you," Jeno breathed.
"Yeah." Your voice was shaky, about to break at any moment.
"All it took was my fingers to break you. God, you're a slut."
You needed more, and you couldn't take the sight of Jaemin sitting in front of you, hard length sitting there untouched. Jaemin's eyes shot to you as you took him in your mouth, immediately bobbing your head. "You really..must want me to cum in your mouth."
You pulled off of him, a string of spit connecting your mouth and his tip. "Y-yeah," you moaned. "Use me."
There was something in Jaemin's eyes that changed. Without a word he gasped as he pushed himself back into your mouth. You opened your mouth as far as you could letting him fuck your mouth like you were his own personal fleshlight. Your eyes were screwed shut, the impact of Jeno inside you and Jaemin constantly hitting the back of your throat sending you into a sensory overload. You were so sensitive, everything was starting to hurt, but it hurt so good.
You gagged, tears immediately gathering in your water line. Jaemin pulled you off him, breathing heavily seeing you caught and moaning at Jeno's movements. Spit was dribbling down your chin, but it's not like you could've known anyway. Not when Jeno was fucking you like he wanted to get you pregnant. You wouldn't mind it honestly, and you know he wouldn't either.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Jeno grunted through his teeth. He lifted his knee, one foot laying flat on the mattress to get a better angle. "Gonna cum deep inside this pretty pussy."
At this point you were sure you weren't going to be able to walk the next day or the day after that. You felt your body becoming tense, a tight ball forming in your stomach. "J-Jeno, I'm gonna cum," you whimpered loudly.
"Open your mouth."
Jaemin's voice startled you for a second, completely overtaken with the feeling of Jeno. You glanced down seeing Jaemin stroke himself fast. He looked so pretty when he was about to cum. The sweat glistened on his forehead, mouth hanging open, pretty pink cock pulsing in his hand. You opened your mouth, panting loudly feeling yourself come closer and closer to your orgasm.
And just as Jaemin came, letting the thick ropes of cum hit your tongue and face all over, so did you, squeezing tightly around Jeno like you were holding him in for dear life. Loud moans and whimpers bounced off the walls while your hands gripped your blanket so tight it hurt. But Jeno wouldn't stop, not until he came deep in you.
"How does a mini me running around here sound," he chuckled darkly.
"Good, so fucking good." You were delirious. You didn't even know what you were agreeing to at this point, not until he gripped your hips hard and painted your insides white. The panic didn't set in until 2 seconds later, your brows knitting in worry, but you also felt yourself liking it. You liked that he didn't pull out, and it felt so good. Like he owned you.
Your body slumped as Jeno pulled out of you, breathing heavily into your arms. You shuddered, feeling him push his seed back into you as it fell down your thighs.
Jaemin couldn't wait for you to catch your breath, getting up when Jeno moved off the bed behind you. Jaemin took your body, flipping you into your back with one quick movement.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he said, stripping completely naked in front of you.
You couldn't even speak, your throat was too sore to say anything and your brain was completely fried. Jaemin lifted your legs, spreading them gently.
"I'm not like him," he said, tone sweeter than you expected. "I won’t fuck you so rough." His eyes scanned your body, going from your cum covered face to your pretty chest, to your cunt. "But I will make you scream my name."
Jaemin lined his length with your core, pushing himself in you in one swift motion. You held your legs up, staring at where the both of you met. When Jaemin started thrusting into you, you couldn’t keep your voice down. Every movement he made felt like heaven. The raspy whimpers that left your mouth were music to his ears - it made him want to fuck you till your couldn't even remember your name.
"You're so good for me," he breathed, smiling when you nodded fast.
You looked beside you, seeing Jeno watch the both of you, touching himself. "Come here," you breathed.
Jeno bit his lip softly, doing what you said. You moved his hand, replacing it with your own as you lifted your head, wrapping your lips around his cock. You looked up at him, batting your lashes as you sucked him off. Jeno can't remember a time where he was turned on this much in his life. You were just so good, so weak, so careful even when you were being fucked way past your limit.
"She's still so tight after you fucked her open." Jaemin snapped his hips into you hard, making you groan loudly around Jeno. "What a fucking slut."
Jeno chuckled darkly looking at your desperate soft expression. It was funny to him, how you still managed to look cute and innocent with a dick in your mouth and cum on your face.
Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as they both rocked into you at different yet quick paces, causing your mind to spin miles a minute. “God she’s so fucking good for us, taking both our cocks so well. You feel good baby?”
Jeno’s words caused you to shake in pleasure, moaning around him in response. There was no way you’d ever be able to feel this good with anyone else. You didn’t just feel good, you felt fucking euphoric.
“Fuck Y/N I’m so close” you let out a muffed cry as Jaemin’s hand found it’s way to your sensitive clit. Rolling and pinching it between his fingers. The desperation in Jaemin’s voice paired with your over sensitive body from your first orgasm created a whole new level of pleasure. You were close…And they both knew it.
The way you tightened around Jaemin and the high pitched moans breaking past your cock stuffed mouth was a dead giveaway. “Are you going to come for us again Y/N? Is being double stuffed making you feel good?” Something about the tone of Jeno’s voice was just what you needed to be sent over the edge.
Your orgasm shook through you in waves. “F-fuck I’m cumming Y/N. Take it well baby.” Jaemin rocked into you before stilling his hips. Shooting his seed deep into you with breathy groans.
Not being too far behind Jeno’s pace became sloppy. Once a consistent quick pace he now fucked your mouth with unsteady thrusts. Jeno held your head in place as he came in your mouth making sure you took every single drop he had to give. Once he was done he slowly pulled himself out of your mouth.
Jaemin pulled out of your pussy causing you to clench at the sudden loss of him. Suddenly your mind felt as if it was on autopilot. As you felt his cum leak out of your hole you pulled Jeno down into a heated kiss feeling him groan from the taste of him on your tongue. “Oh? Forgetting all about me now?”
Jaemin pouted as you pulled away from Jaemin weakly reaching out to the man. Smiling he leaned down kissing you passionately. “Did you have fun Y/N?” Not having too much energy left you nodded leaning your head onto his shoulder. “Cmon Y/N let’s get you cleaned up.”
The three of you would definitely need to have a conversation later about their little ambush but for now you think I’d be okay to let it slide.
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), facef*cking, praise kink, minor degradation (more like teasing), (consensual) filming for one scene, pet names (princess, baby/babe, honey, good girl, silly girl, etc), mentions of p*rn, loss of virginity (it’s a social construct but you get the point), soft dom!jeno, innocent!reader, romantic but rough at times, a bit of aftercare
summary: jeno keeps his promise of turning you into a mess under him
wc: 6.195k
a/n: I take my time with things, but if I promise something, I will do it, so here’s a gift for my precious @everloving-avenue ♡ it took almost a year but the sequel to this drabble is here! you don’t have to read the first part to understand. the style is a bit different from the drabble because I do write in a different way, so I don’t know how it will flow if you read one right after the other, but I hope you’ll enjoy it anyway. I missed writing just good old smut with no plot. Same thing as the original drabble; I don’t think I’m the best when it comes to writing first times, so I hope this doesn’t suck completely. ps: missed writing about Jeno ♡
general taglist: @froggyforyoongi, @wingsss45, @tddyhyck | send an ask if you want to be added (i hope i didn't forget anyone cause i didn't use a tag, but from now on i will so i'll have everyone in the same place)
“Can you take it all, pretty girl?” Jeno never looked more intimidating than he does now, looking down at you while you’re on your knees, trying to keep your gaze locked in his and don’t divert it, too embarrassed and distracted by his big, hard dick standing so close to your face.
You gulp, humming lowly and moving closer to the head of his cock, your lips brushing against it, making him laugh tenderly.
“We can wait if you’re not ready,” he says, the husky tone of his voice sends shivers down your back, and even if he has been nothing but nice and respectful to you, your brain can only focus on the sexiness of it.
“No, I...” you hesitate, lowering your head as you suddenly feel shy, “… I don’t know what to do.” Since you called him that night, you had been more daring, but Jeno always focused on you, and the bravest thing you’ve done to him was a handjob. This feels like such a big step, and you’re terrified you’ll let him down, no matter how much he has been reassuring you.
A smile curls his lips, but it’s more of a grin as he bends over and lifts your chin up. “I’m here to teach you, am I right?”
You feel your throat close for a moment as you bravely meet his eyes, you can see he’s holding back, and that makes a fire ignite in you. You’d even let him be rough with you — at least that’s what you saw while lurking on… those sites — but you don’t feel like pushing your luck. So you nod, swinging your ass on your heels as your knees rub against the carpet to move closer to him again.
“Good girl,” he coos, kissing you quickly before standing up like before. “Open up,” Jeno orders, this time holding the base of his dick as he prods the tip against your lips.
You do as he says, tongue coming out of your mouth as you try to remember what you saw in a few videos.
Jeno smiles, teasing his length on it, watching as you try so hard to don’t look away. He thinks you’re really cute, really fucking cute, to be honest. There’s a bit of fear and a lot of eagerness in your eyes, and after months, he can’t hold back anymore. His free hand reaches for your cheek as he slowly starts pushing in, whispering to you to be careful to don’t bite and keep your mouth wide open, until he’s halfway in.
You flinch, eyes squeezing as you feel the flow of air already dim in your lungs, hands immediately finding his thighs to hold onto something.
Jeno snickers, pulling out and shaking his head. “Silly girl, you have to breathe, that’s like the most important part.”
You feel like he’s testing the ground, being bolder in the way he talks to you during these moments, and you have no idea why, but you find it hotter than you imagined you ever would. Your thighs clench as you feel your pussy throb just at the way he had called you a silly girl.
“Through your nose, darling. You got it?” Something about the way he’s so condescending makes you dizzy and answer him right away, eyes fluttering as you nod and part your lips again, this time not set for failure.
He pushes into your mouth again, it’s slow and he grunts as he slides in, feeling your warm, wet mouth wrap around him.
You gag on it when the tip reaches the back of your throat, but Jeno’s ready to calm you down.
“Breathe deeply, babe,” he says, voice dropped by an octave as his thumb caresses the portion of your skin between your jaw and neck. “You’re being such a good girl for me.”
Your toes curl at his words, and you feel a heavy weight being lifted from your back. Jeno feels it in the way your throat relaxes and how your cheeks suck him in.
If only he didn’t wait so long, he would stay still for a bit more, but now that he has you like this, he can’t control himself. “Can you suck?” He asks, voice shaking.
“I guess,” you mumble before pulling away to take a deep breath. “You want me to move on it?”
“Yeah,” he hums. “I fear I won’t be so gentle if I do all the job.”
You quirk a brow, tilting your head as you stare at him. “What do you mean?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing. Just remember what I said, breathe through your nose, and you’ll be fine.”
You’re not happy with the way he dismissed your question, but you ignore it anyway, taking his cock in your mouth another time. You close your eyes to concentrate more and you start to suck, bobbing your head slowly at first, until you find a rhythm he seems to like, and it’s not too much for you.
It feels weird, yet, every time you feel like you’re doing something wrong — like when the lewd sounds of your mouth get louder when it hits too deep, or when your nails sink in his thighs hard, or when spit drools from your chin — Jeno only moans louder and the hold of his hand in your hair tightens.
“Good girl,” he praises, and when you open your eyes, you see his head reclined, lips parted and eyelids sitting on his beautiful cheeks. “Taking my dick so well.”
Your body burns up at his word, a mix of feelings you can’t explain getting to your brain, but you keep trying to do your best to work on him. Until something pops in your mind. You pull away, mostly to take your breath, but your hand immediately reaches his base to pump up and down.
Jeno doesn’t say anything, he even manages to muffle the groan of disappointment he let out when your lips left him. He knows you need breaks, but he still doesn’t quite expect what you do next. The combo mouth-hand was not on his bingo today and he can’t believe you’re doing it. It takes you a while to find a rhythm — he finds it adorable how uncoordinated you are — but when you do… fuck, when you do.
You’re moving slower than Jeno would go crazy for, but he likes it anyway. You’re trying your best, brows knitted in concentration, mouth and hand working together, and soft moans vibrating around him. Just the view is enough to push him closer to the edge, especially when you seem to relax completely.
“Stay focused,” he calls you out, fearing you might stop doing the most important thing again; breathe. “Don’t get too lost, princess.”
You hum, voice muffling around his length hitting deep in your throat while you open your eyes to look at him. His jaw is tense, and he’s breathing deeply through his nose, the veins of his arms are so visible, propping on his skin as his hand is closed in a fist. He’s trying not to look down at you, you won’t know it, but you look too hot right now, and if only his eyes move down, he would start fucking your face.
But you can’t take it. It’s your first time, and he has to be gentle. He can’t act like an animal without self-control, because he is not, right?
Yet the more you softly moan, and gag and suck him, hollowing your cheeks while your hand shily works on the base and his balls, the harder it gets.
When he practically growls, you pull back, terrified you did something wrong, unaware eyes looking into his.
“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I — I was careful with my teeth, I’m sure I wasn’t —”
He clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he shuts you up with his thumb on your lips, now plumper and red with spit dripping from a corner down to your chin. “You did nothing wrong,” his breath is ragged and his pupils are dilated, his chest is heaving quickly while his hair is starting to wet around the crown of his forehead. “You’re being good, baby, too good.”
You blink, confusingly staring at him. “Too good? How can I be too good?”
Jeno sighs, caressing your cheeks, wetting them with the spit that stuck to his thumb. “You really have no idea how fucking hot you look right now, don’t you?”
You purse your lips, shaking your head as you keep looking up. Feeling oh so small.
A smirk paints his face. “Should I show you?” He asks, but you don’t get it until he grabs the phone from the nightstand and shakes it in his hand.
“Oh, that,” you gasp, feeling your throat go dry.
“Only if you want, of course,” he reassures, sensing your hesitation.
“I — it’s fine. If it stays on your phone, it’s fine,” you say, feeling yourself get wetter at the thought of him taking a picture of you at such a moment. It’s also curiosity. Are you really that good? Do you look as pretty as the girls in those videos? You doubt that, even if they look like a mess they’re always so pretty, but you? Maybe Jeno is just being nice because it’s you.
“Of course, princess. Trust me, I wouldn’t let anybody else see you like this.” And also, for all the times he is going to have you in that position, he would even delete it once you are done, if you prefer it.
You nod, shifting in your place because you don’t know what to do, should you pose? Should you take it in your mouth again? But Jeno answers your questions when he grips your chin and forces your head up, you’re not as messed up as he wishes you were, but this will do. “Smile for me,” he says and you do, feeling awkward. You’d like to disappear if only you couldn’t see his cock throb in your peripherical view, he wants you so much.
So, as soon as the phone moves away with praises coming out of his mouth, you lean in, taking it inside again.
“Fuck,” Jeno curses, clutching the phone in his hand, struggling to show you the picture of you. “Let me fuck your face,” he pleads, words followed by ragged moans, “you can tap my thigh if it gets too much but — fuck — let me try.”
You pull away, trying to follow him, but even if you are doing something to him, your brain is already lost in the pleasure, and the fact you have pretty much no idea what he’s talking about doesn’t help. “Like in the videos?”
“I won’t be that harsh, I promise,” and even if pleasure is running in his body, you can hear the honesty in his voice.
“O — okay, but…” you drift your gaze away, “can you film us? So I can see after?”
A deep groan reverberates in his chest, followed by a low suck of air. He can’t believe this is real, that you are real. So innocent and pure, asking for such things. But he’s more than happy you are the one proposing stuff to him. “Yeah, fuck, yes.”
You shouldn’t feel like this just hearing his voice and moan, but you do, and the way your panties are sticking to your pussy is getting unbearable, you can’t wait to have him down there, so you part your lips, and wait for him to take the invitation.
Jeno doesn’t waste a second more, shoving himself down your throat, stopping to give you time to adjust to the rough intrusion of his girth before he starts moving his hips against your face.
At first, it feels weird, you have no control, and the pace is faster than yours, but you try to remember what he said before; you focus on your breathing and the sweet sounds coming from his mouth. Mostly because the ones coming from yours are too dirty for you to bear with.
“Fuck, babe, just like this,” he praises, one hand holding up the phone and the other caressing your cheek, trying to give you something soothing while he moves with force, it’s not too strong, surely not like one video you accidentally watched — and closed right away because it was way too much. This feels like a great compromise between your slower pace from before and the facefucking.
“My pretty baby, taking me so well,” Jeno moans, smiling at you when he sees a glint of a smile in your eyes. “You still don’t believe me, do you?”
You try to answer him non-verbally, but the way he’s thrusting into you doesn’t give your head any room for movement. He tsks, shaking his head disappointedly. “Don’t believe me when I call you beautiful when we go out on dates, don’t believe me when I whisper it to you in the morning, and not even now? Do I really have to show you?”
You feel like choking, but not on his dick. It’s because of his voice, his words, and the tone he’s using. Your breath falters more when he turns the phone to you, the video playing what you were doing just a few moments ago. You should think it’s weird, humiliating even, but you don’t. It’s turning you on even more, and you do look pretty like he says.
“See how beautiful you are even like this?” His voice is heavy, reaching deep into your core, making your pussy clench around nothing and drool out more excitement. “Your glossy eyes, your pretty lips stretched open just for me. Do you believe me now, princess?”
You nod, nails digging into his thigh because the video and him are deconcentrating you and you fail to do the most important thing; breathe. You gasp when he pulls out, a thread of spit connects your lips with the tip of his cock as you sputter, trying to catch your breath.
“Are you okay?” He asks worriedly, throwing the phone on the bed and staring at you with a concerned look on your face. “You know you should stop before reaching your limit?”
“I know,” you cry out, cleaning your chin before lifting your gaze at him. “I was doing fine, but I… I forgot how to breathe.”
Jeno snickers, caressing your lips with his thumb, smearing the mess on your chin another time. “You forgot how to breathe, baby? Didn’t fuck you yet, and you’re already my dumb baby?” He’s clearly testing the waters another time, you discussed these things a lot, but Jeno knows that videos and stories on the internet are a completely different thing from reality and he’s not so confident everything you think turns you on will actually turn you on. But apparently dirty talking, a mix between a lot of praises and just a hint of degradation, turns you on for real. He watches your thighs clench and your boobs rise while a choked moan leaves your lips.
He smiles, or better, grins, tapping your face with his cock. “Will you let me fuck your mouth until I come, silly girl? Should we see just how dumb you get on me?”
You nod eagerly, moving even closer with your knees, sure by now you were going to have marks of that night tomorrow. But not even the discomfort can stop you from letting him have his way with you.
You moan louder when he pushes inside you this time, hands reaching his thighs for support while he starts moving quickly in and out, groans falling copiously from his tongue, balls slapping against your chin, and strong grip on the side of your face.
You can’t take it anymore and you start rubbing your thighs together, trying to get a tiny bit of relief as his moans progressively get lower, aggressive and messier. He always tries to hold back but you’re loving this side of him.
“Where — fuck — where do you want me to come?” He asks, slowing down a bit, only now realizing you’re wearing your favourite tank top and he doesn’t want to ruin your clothes, but were you ready for the whole thing? “Shirt?” When you shake your head he tries to think of something else, but the only option is not much better. “Floor?” But you shake your head again, and there’s only one thing left, “mouth?” You nod, eyes beaming, and he loses it. “Fuck,” he groans, hips stilling against your face as the orgasm hits him, making him empty inside of you. He drags out to don’t make you choke on his cum and then pulls away, still shuddering and moaning, expecting you to spit, having decided to play with fire and surely regretting it, but you don’t. Your face is contorted in an expression he can’t read, but you swallow everything, and then look up at him with innocent eyes.
“Was I good?”
“Fuck, honey, yes,” he says, lifting you up by wrapping an arm around your waist, making you lay on the bed. “So good,” he praises.
You smile but feel shy once again when he doesn’t start anything more. You’re aching, and you want him. Everything. His mouth and fingers are not enough anymore, you need him now.
“Jeno,” you moan. “Please.”
“Yeah?” he asks nonchalantly.
You huff, rolling your eyes. “Don’t make me say it.”
“Oh, no, princess, I want to hear you. Use your big girl words,” he orders.
“I want you to fuck me,” you breathe out, barely holding eye contact with him.
He smiles victoriously, feeling his dick harden again just from hearing your voice say those filthy words. “Are you sure?” He checks in, quirking a brow.
You hum. “I’m dripping,” you whisper, feeling too conscious about the mess between your legs. “I’m ready.”
Jeno tried to postpone this as much as he could, not because he didn’t want you, but because he wanted to wait for you and respect your time. He knows you tend to jump into things head first, but after a brief look at you, he knows this time isn’t the case. Since the daring call, you two experimented a lot, so this was the right moment to give you everything.
“Stop me if anything makes you uncomfortable, alright?”
You nod, silently watching as he adjusts between your legs, pulling down your stained panties before throwing them to the side. You don’t expect his lips to leave kisses on your thighs, quite frankly you feel more eager than usual to get what you wanted right away, but it’s clear he has other plans.
You still shy away every time he’s between your legs, feeling too conscious about how intimate you two are being. And it makes you even more dizzy when Jeno breathes in deeply before sucking on your clit.
“Jeno,” you cry out, covering your face with your hands.
“What, baby? How many times do I have to tell you not to cover yourself?” He scolds, eyes staring at you from between your legs. “Move your hands away or I’ll leave.”
You barely give him time to finish that your hands are sitting at the sides of your body, and your hips are bucking up, inviting him to take care of you.
“Eager baby,” he whispers before spreading your thighs wider, sinking down to lick your wetness. “Taste so good, princess.”
“It’s weird,” you mumble, you truly can’t get what he finds so hot about it, and how good you taste.
Jeno clicks his tongue, groaning in disappointment. “You don’t have to taste it,” he says, giving another harsh suck to your clit that makes your thighs shudder, “it’s all for me, and I love it.”
Your head rolls back when he starts moving his tongue on you as soon as he’s done with his words. He’s neat, like his usual, sucking and licking until he has you shaking underneath him. But usually — the four times you’ve done this before — you just lay there. This time your fingers find their way in his hair, tangling in it as you push him closer.
“Fuck, babe,” he moans, voice muffled against your body. “I’m not going anywhere,” he giggles and the vibrations push your brain in a spiral while your head rolls back.
You bite down a high-pitched moan when he pushes two fingers inside you after collecting your arousal and his spit. If you want to take him — and you do — he has to get you ready for the big thing —literally. So he sucks on your clit and pumps in and out of you faster, scissoring his two digits every now and then to stretch you out more.
“So welcoming, angel,” he hums, pulling away from your clit with a loud pop, “do you want me that much?” You must be particularly turned on because his fingers slide into you with ease, more than the other times when it took him a while to get you accommodated to the intrusion.
“Yeah, I…” your words die in your mouth as you stare at the ceiling, feeling so, so close to the high. It’s a feeling you know quite well now, but it still catches you by surprise every time. And you fear you will never get used to any of this, not anytime soon, at least.
“You?” He coos. “You want my cock in you? Want to finally know what it feels like to be fucked nice and deep?”
You want the mattress to eat you as he speaks those words, but your body reacts in a completely different way, burning up as your orgasm washes over you, leaving you breathless against the bed.
Jeno pulls his fingers out of you, sucking them clean when he’s sure your watching. “Tastes so good, no matter what you say, baby.”
You let out a shaky breath, feeling your body buzz in ecstasy.
“Come here,” he says, leaning in, lips to lips, “taste yourself on me.” You kiss him with no hesitation, not because you’re eager to taste your cum, but because you want to feel him as close as you can.
“Jeno, please,” you beg, cupping his face before pulling him into another kiss. “I need you.”
“I know you do,” he says, softly caressing your side. “Can you take it, though?”
You nod swiftly, hips desperately grinding against him, feeling his cock against your skin. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
Jeno smiles softly, finding it so cute how you still worry about him when you should focus on yourself. He kisses you while his right hand is busy rummaging in the stand next to the bed to find lube.
“But I’m wet,” you complain when you realize what he’s doing, feeling a bit guilty because maybe it’s still not enough.
“Yes, you are,” he agrees, kissing your body as he slowly stands on his knees and positions you better on the bed. “But I’m big, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
You purse your lips in a thin line, trying to don’t overthink this, but Jeno gets something is wrong.
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a bit of help. Also, lube can make things funnier, so why are you sulking?”
“I’m not, I just — I want to be good like the girls you had be—”
“No comparing, you are you, and I love you,” he stops you before you can finish, opening the bottle of lubricant but still waiting for your full consent. “Just trust me on this, alright?”
“Yeah, I trust you,” you breathe out, voice shaking, and as you stare as he pours the cold liquid on his hard dick you realize this might be the smartest choice. Also, you have to remind yourself that porn is fake, and probably not even as funny as they make it out to be, so why would you want to ruin the fun with your boyfriend just to copy it?
“For anything, even if it’s just discomfort, stop me, alright?”
You nod, feeling your nerves out of your skin, but Jeno wants you down on earth with him, and he needs to hear your voice. “Honey? What do you do if something’s wrong?”
It takes you a while to realize he’s talking to you and even a bit more to answer. “I tell you,” you stutter, searching for his eyes because this is getting real and all your confidence is falling apart.
“Good girl,” he praises, kissing you on the lips.
When the tip of his cock presses against your entrance you know for sure using lube was the best idea he ever had in his entire life. Your jaw slacks, hands immediately reaching his back to sink in the skin of his shoulders as your chest rises heavily.
“Honey, you’re too tense,” he says, pulling away.
“No, I’m not,” you cry out, trying to push him in by locking your legs around his waist but he’s stronger than you and doesn’t let you do the dumbest thing you could ever do.
“We don’t have to do it, you know right?”
“But I want to,” you whine. “It’s just… big.”
“Then we can wait.”
“No, just… ease the tip in and then sink slowly,” you breathe out.
“But you need to relax,” he says. “Let me do something.” It’s not what you expect him to do, but when his lips start leaving soft pecks on your skin, you can only relax under his attention. “That’s it, princess, loosen up,” he whispers against your neck, trailing down to kiss your chest, noting you’re still dressed in your camisole and he has to move it to have access to your skin. “Can I lift this off? Want to feel you close to me.”
You hum, nodding your head in small movements as you try to relax your muscles. He quickly takes it off of you before going back to your skin, kissing and sucking, until goosebumps pervade you, distracting you while the fat head of his cock presses against your slit and you barely even notice.
Jeno hums when he quickly glances up and you’re too lost in pleasure to tighten up around him, but he doesn’t push further in. “Good girl. Here,” he says, searching for your hand on the mattress, “hold my hand.”
You do as he says, parting your legs when you realize he’s back where he was before, barely inside. “More, please,” you implore, meeting his eyes that turn into half-moons for a brief moment as he smiles back at you.
He doesn’t ask more questions, afraid of tensing you up again, and pushes past your entrance.
“Mhh,” you bite back, forcefully trapping your lower lips between your teeth to don’t let out weird sounds.
Jeno stares at you, trying to study your body as he keeps moving, soothing circles on your waist. He’s barely halfway in and he’s not sure about what to do.
“It’s… it’s weird,” you mumble, feeling shy when you two make eye contact.
“Bad weird or good weird?”
You shrug. “I don’t know, it’s not bad, it doesn’t hurt,” you reassure him. “You can push in, I’m relaxed.”
You are, your shoulders are not tensed and your legs are parted on your own, your breath is also much more regular than before. So he does, he slowly buttons in, taking your breath away.
You gasp, head rolling back as you feel full like never before.
Jeno wants to back away when you start… laughing. “Are you okay?”
You nod swiftly, “Yeah,” you smile. “It’s… I… I don’t know how to explain this,” you try to reason but truly there’s nothing rational about this. It’s the surprise because you can’t believe it happened and it’s the way it feels as your pussy automatically clenches around him. “I think you can fuck me,” you say, feeling the shame disappear.
“I can take more time for you to adj—”
“I’m dripping and I’m ready for you, it doesn’t hurt,” you say, cupping his chin. “I’ve panicked about this moment enough, I know what I’m letting you doing.” You truly did, reading around way too much about what the first time felt like, knowing it wasn’t supposed to hurt or bleed like society said, and trusting him enough to do this.
Jeno fights a chuckle to don’t ruin this completely and starts moving in and out of you. Studying your face with every move, his thrusts are slow at first, not only because he doesn’t want to push you too far, but also because he wants to see your reaction and feel you. Your eyes are closed while your lips are parted to let out the softest whimpers and moans, one hand is still holding his tight while the other is on his shoulder to hold onto him.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, kissing you passionately, starting to pick up a rhythm when you don’t squirm away but your hips roll against his instead. “How does it feel?”
“Good,” you cry out, “so good.”
“Yeah? Told you it would feel good,” he groans, hips dragging in and out of you at a steady rhythm. He’d love to go faster, but he doesn’t want to hurt you or turn this into a bad experience. He wants to take it slow, and make you feel loved. “Better than those stupid videos you watch. You don’t need them to learn, they’re bullshit anyway, you have me.”
You groan, trying to hide away as you remember how he had caught you more than once as you tried to learn how to get better at this, no matter how many times he had told you he was there to guide you. “I will — I will disappoint you,” you cry out.
“Yeah, are you sure?” He hums, kissing you briefly, hitting harder inside you, making you whimper a broken moan. “Then if you’re so afraid you’ll — fuck — disappoint me, it means I’ll have to fuck you more, ugh, how’s that sound?”
You try to come up with words that make sense, but you hardly can breathe. It feels too much, lost in what’s happening now, and what is yet to happen. The idea he won’t hold back anymore, that at any chance he will try to make you feel good, and you will do too, sending your brain in a spiral.
“Oh, imagining it already, nasty baby? One taste and you’re already addicted to this?” Jeno mocks playfully, cooing in your ear, sending waves of electricity down your spine. “Next time I won’t fuck you nice and slow on the bed, no,” he chuckles, brushing away the hair that is sticking to your sweating forehead. “I’ll get a bit rougher with you, do you want that?”
You barely wait for him to finish the sentence and you’re already nodding, gripping harder on his shoulders, nails sinking in his skin, as you already savour the moment. “On the desk,” you utter shyly, slowly parting your eyes to meet his, dark and intense, piercing into your soul.
He snickers, dick throbbing inside of you because he can’t wait to slowly discover all the little things you secretly fantasize about, he wants to watch your innocence fall apart right in front of his eyes, and he wants to be the one tearing it apart. He wants you to trust him enough to let him inside all your darkest and deepest secrets.
“You want to be fucked on the desk?” He taunts, lightly slapping your ass, drawing a louder moan from you. “Yeah? Want to be bent over my desk?”
You nod swiftly, trapping your tongue between your teeth as the intense feeling starts growing more and more in your stomach. “Wa-want you to pull my hair.” You’re not even sure you will like it, but you feel like everything is worth a shot with Jeno, you trust him, and you know he will respect you if you won’t like something. Even harsher things that scare you a bit, they don’t look so scary with him.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, rolling his head back, beads of sweat pearling his forehead. “You’ll kill me,” he whispers, teeth gritted as he tries to don’t sound too raw with his moans, but it’s hard when your pussy is gripping him so tight, your face is rolled back in bliss, your boobs are bouncing with his every move, and dirty words are coming out of your mouth. He’s not used to this and your curses, it’s used to your avoiding gazes and your small imprecations that are not curse words.
You’re not used to this either. It’s like you opened the door to a new world and you don’t quite know how to move in it. There are endless possibilities, and you’d love to grasp them all now, but you can’t. You fear you can barely face what’s coming right now.
“Weird,” you breathe out, chest heaving quicker as Jeno’s thrusts get faster and the hold of your legs around his waist tightens. “Too much.”
“It’s not too much, princess. You can take it,” he says, kissing your cheeks.
“No, it’s — it’s,” you choke on your words ‘cause you can’t quite explain how you’re feeling right now.
Jeno kisses your lips again, it’s messier than before, and in the tangle of it, he asks if you want him to stop, but you don’t, and you almost scream a negative answer. “Please, no, don’t stop. I just — I feel like — I…”
“It’s stronger than the other times?” He finishes for you, at least that’s what he can get from the way your body is squirming under him and how much cum is coating his dick.
You nod, squeezing your eyes hard and opening your mouth to let as much air possible inside of your lungs. “It’s good, it’s so good, but I… I can’t take it.”
“You can, honey, you can,” he whispers, soothing you with circles on your hip. “Breathe deeply, like before.”
You’d love to curse at him because how can you focus on your breathing during this specific moment? It’s impossible, and you don’t even want to. You like the way you feel upside down, it’s chaotic but good, and you don’t want it to stop.
You pull him closer, kissing him harder, running your fingers through his hair to stop torturing his poor shoulders. “Want you, please.”
“I’m here,” he hums. “Come with me?”
You nod in a non-verbal reply, trying to don’t get overwhelmed by the feeling but it’s difficult, especially when his hand reaches for your clit and starts playing with it, and his moans get louder and messier. He sounds so hot, and that’s the last thing you need to let your pleasure invade you.
“Jeno,” you scream his name, arching your back off the bed as pleasure runs through your body and soon after the same happens to him, filling you with his cum as he lazily pumps in and out to ride your orgasms.
“Fuck,” he curses, letting his forehead fall on yours, pushing your legs closer to your chest before his movements come to a stop, and he feels like collapsing on top of you. He doesn’t, he keeps his body up with his elbows as he leaves pecks on your face.
“Are you alright, love?” Jeno asks after a few seconds and you can only nod, still short of breath. He leaves one more kiss on your lips before pulling out of you, making you sigh at the loss of contact when he rolls to the side and jumps out of bed. “Stay right there,” he says before walking out of the room.
“As if I can walk,” you giggle in a whisper, feeling your legs wobbly and your heart exploding out of your ribcage. You’re still lost in that daydream when Jeno comes up and starts to clean you up, doing his best to don’t overstimulate you — he’s got time for that.
You don’t say anything, only stare at him while his black hair falls on his forehead and you can’t believe you got so lucky. Once he’s done, he comes by your side, pulling close to his body and leaving kisses on your face. The one that breaks the silence again it’s him.
“So, how was that? Good as you expected or did it let you down?”
You giggle, moving your head so you can meet his eyes. “You really think this could’ve let me down?”
“Well, I don’t know, I thought you were pretty vanilla and there you were, begging me to bend you over and pull your hair,” he chuckles, caressing your cheek. “Maybe your fantasies were different than this.”
“It was amazing,” you smile, fighting the embarrassment caused by his words as you look at him. “Thank you for waiting for me.”
Jeno smiles, eyes lighting up before his lips fall on your forehead again. “I would wait for you forever.”
⇢ Synopsis: A lot has changed since university, but at the same time, so many things are very much as they’ve always been. Jaehyun is wonderful, but doesn’t fully meet your needs, and your best friend Yuta is as enticing and eager to please as ever- things have always been up in the air, and when you make a decision that fractures everything- you find yourself pondering the age old question: where is home.
⇢ Pairing: Yuta & Jaehyun x fem!reader
⇢ Genre: 18+ smut, slow burn, crack comedy, a tiny bit of angst.
⇢ Warnings: multiple sex scenes, so much Oral (f/m receiving), exhibitionism, unprotected sex, ‘daddy’ count (2) im sorry, sir, dom!Jae, switch dom leaning! Yuta, Yuta is a massive tease, overstimulation, dacryphilia themes, phone sex, masterbation, teasing, BDSM themes, shibari, toys, blindfolds, handcuffs, vibrators, Love Triangle jealousy as dirty talk, shower sex, degradation, praise, lots of man handling, body worship, spanking, spit roasting, face fucking, deep penetration fixation, etc…
⇢ Word Count: 34.6k
⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Frat au!, slow burn, frat found family, general frat shenanigans, polyamory, Frat Boys in the Real world, love triangle, etc…
⇢ Home can be read as a stand alone, or as the second part of Jaehyun’s frat au fic, Team Captain. Please note: the gif above shows frat YuJae in peak frat life, this fic takes place years later, so think Gapyeong Life Jae, and this hair length Yuta
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1 - Saturday
They say home is where the heart is, and your best friend’s apartment definitely smells like home- a thought that makes your heart clench.
Have the apartments you’ve gone through with Jae- the hotel rooms while he’s on the road for games and training for his job- have they really been home?
Had the penthouse you’d just left - the most recent in your housing journey - really been home when your lover was gone so often?
Jaehyun’s pillow hadn’t even smelled like him last night-
Your grip tightens on the handle of your suitcase, and you breathe deeply. Cool air washes by your cheek, bringing with it the smell of fresh rain and moody weather.
Over that about corruption kink with Johnny or jaehyun?
[9:24PM]
GENRE: smut, brothers best friend x VIRGIN, cocky innocent reader!
WARNINGS: LOST OF VIRGINITY, masturbating, fingering, soft sex, slow sex, vanilla sex, praising, degrading, condom usage, and kissing.
you moan, squeezing your eyes shut while he desperately grabs at your hips and drives his hips against yours.
his balls slapping your ass, causing a light pink shade to show up on the part his balls were smacking against.
“oh, fuck.” you moan and toss your head back.
your fingers working into your hole while your vibrator sits against your clit. your body jerks violently against the buzzing bullet.
“oh, my god.” you gasp and arch your back off the soft mattress.
“jae,” you moan.
“y/n?” you gasp and sit up, eyes going wide.
your eyes land on the tall and slim figure that stood in your doorway.
oh no.
you knew who the figure was; jeong jaehyun, your older brothers best friend.
“i knew it.” the man scoffs with a smug smirk.
“hm,” your gaze darkens. “care to join me?” you bring your fingers up to your mouth and you plop your fingers onto your tongue.
jaehyun looks back and licks his lips before slipping in and shutting your door behind him. it locks with a quiet click.
you softly gulp when jaehyun takes your offer.
you didn’t think he would.
“do you know how long i’ve been waiting for this day? i’ve dreamt of this day, y/n.” your eyes follow his black t-shirt that he’d tossed to the side.
“w—what day.” your chin slightly shakes when jaehyun begins to unbuckle his pants. “the day you caved in and finally allowed me to fuck you.” he crawls on your bed and stops when snuggled between your legs.
jaehyun looks down and smirks. “can i touch you, baby?” the nickname makes your stomach flutter and you follow his smirk and lazy gaze.
“since you asked so nicely.” you coon and lean forward, ghosting your lips over his.
jaehyun scoffs and quickly slams his lips onto yours. you fall back against your headboard and you let out a quiet whimper.
your hand slaps itself on the man’s freshly shaved beard while a moan escapes from your throat. jaehyun cups your thighs from under and yanks you until your under him.
jaehyun pulls away and rubs your clit with his thumb while his jaw clenches. “oh, wow— fuck.” you gasp and attempt to clamp your legs shut but jaehyuns hands are too strong that they keep ‘em apart.
“kiss me with those pretty lips, baby.” you cup his jaw and lower his lips to yours.
a moan causes you to pull away from the man. his finger slowly sinking into your pussy. “s—slowly.” you whisper, watching your pussy suck in his middle finger.
“fuck, you’re so tight,” jaehyun looks up and softly chuckles. “and i’m only using one finger.” you toss a scowl at him.
“you’re so pretty, y/n.” jaehyun kisses your forehead and grins.
you moan and slightly toss your head back. his finger just sitting inside you felt amazing.
“i’m gonna add one more, okay?” he speaks softly. “wait— ow!” you let out a small cry when feeling the slight stretch.
jaehyun pauses and looks up at you. “you said to wait.” you nod and attempt to take in slow breathes but they come quick.
“wait,” you look up at him. “are you a virgin?”
fuck.
“i..” you hesitate.
would jaehyun change his mind after finding out you’re a virgin?
“i’m sorry, i’m really sorry.” you speak fast.
jaehyun tilts his head. “sorry? sorry, for what?”
you shake your head. “you probably don’t sleep with virgins. i—if you want to change your mind then just do it, i don’t care.”
your chest heaves and your eyes swell with tears. you look up to see jaehyun smiling at you. “why— why’re you smiling?”
jaehyun shakes his head and sighs. “are you done, now?”
you cock a confused eyebrow. “what do you mean?”
jaehyun laughs and slips his fingers out of you. “i mean with your little babbling,” jaehyun circles your face. “look,” he sighs, “i don’t care that you’re a virgin. i just want your first time to be.. with someone more special.” he says with a shrug.
“but, you are special. do you know how long i’ve been crushing on you?” jaehyun shakes his head. “seven years, jaehyun. seven.”
“you’re so cute.” your eyes blink shut as his finger comes into contact with the tip of your nose.
when your eyes open up, you see jaehyun smiling down at you. “maybe we should hold off on the sex and start with foreplay.”
“jae, seven years. i’ve been waiting for seven years—?!” jaehyun cups your face and nods while laughing. “alright, i get it! you waited seven years.” he laughs while you scowl.
jaehyun knocks your legs apart and he looks down before looking back up at you.
your eyes twitch while feeling jaehyuns fingers slide back into you. your lips slowly parting.
jaehyun watches your expression, his eyes searching and looking out for any signs of discomfort.
“um,” jaehyun stills his fingers in you and you bite your lip. “you can move, im fine.” he nods and begins to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of your pussy.
“you smell so sweet, y/n. fuck.” jaehyun sighs and dips his head, connecting his lips with yours.
you pull away and moan when jaehyuns fingers brush against your g-spot. “shit,” you gasp and jaehyun looks at you. you gasp, again when jaehyun brushes the same area.
“feel good?” you nod, biting your lip and shutting your eyes close. your eyes quickly reopen and your jaw drops when feeling a volt of pleasure shot up your spine.
jaehyuns thumb rests on your clit and rubs the bud in a circular motion. “oohh, my god.” you sing in a shaky tone.
“jaehyun,” the man nods, his fingers slowing down. “i think im ready.” jaehyun slips his fingers out of you and sighs. “you can’t think that you’re ready. i have to be sure that you are. i don’t want to take your virginity if you think you’re ready. i’m serious, y/n.”
“i’m ready, jae. please.” your eyebrows pinch together.
jaehyun licks his lips. “are you sure?”
“more than ever.”
jaehyun sits up. “i’m gonna go grab a condom real quick, okay?” you quickly snatch his hand. “i—i have one.” jaehyun tilts his head. “johnny gave one to me for whenever i went to parties and said it was just in case i was looking for fun.”
jaehyun laughs. “where is it, princess?” you bite your lip. “my closet, black louis purse, it’s hanging on my door.” jaehyun nods and climbs off the bed, rushing over to your closet and yanking the door open and digging through your purse.
you sit up when jaehyun finally pulls out the golden foil and looks over at you. he kicks the door close and climbs back on the bed.
jaehyun rips the foil open and pulls out the condom, sliding it on his rock hard cock.
“are you sure you’re ready.”
“yes, i’m ready.”
jaehyun cups your calves and yanks you towards him. his thighs under your hips. jaehyun jerks himself a few more times before lining himself up.
“this may hurt a little.” jaehyun slowly pushes himself in and you wince. “ouch,” you hiss and bring your balled up fist to your mouth, digging your teeth into your knuckles.
“i’m sorry, y/n.” jaehyun takes your hand and squeezes it firmly. “fuck,” you whine, hips digging into the mattress.
jaehyun groans at the right fitting and then sighs when feeling you release the tight hold. “you feel amazing, y/n.”
a few minutes with jaehyun whispering sweet praises in your ear go by.
“you can move now, i think im okay.” jaehyun looks up at you before slowly lifting his lips and slowly dropping them back into place.
you moan and drop your head on your pillow. “wow,” you sigh and laugh.
you lift your head as jaehyun picks up his pace. he begins to snap his hips while grunting and scrunching his nose.
“i’m gonna cum, y/n.” you bring your hand to your clit and your fingers begin to rub the hard and swollen bud.
“cum and show me how good my pussy makes you feel.” jaehyun sighs and drops his body onto yours.
you gasp when feeling his dick slip in deeper. you squeeze your eyes shut and wrap your legs around him with your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.
you let out soft moans while jaehyun works his way towards his climax. his base rubbing your clit, causing your orgasm to grow closer.
“i’m gonna cum— fuck, y/n.” jaehyun moans and holds himself up with his forearm.
jaehyuns forehead rests above yours. your eyes holding contact with his. your chin rises up and your jaw drops when feeling a pressure on your clit.
jaehyun smirks at your reaction to his fingers messing with your clit. “jae— oh, my— im gonna cum!” you gasp and arch your back off the bed as your orgasm crashes over you.
“oh, fuck!” jaehyun hisses when feeling you tighten around him. “shit, im cumming.” jaehyun sighs as he releases his load into the rubber condom.
jaehyun stills before getting up and sliding off the condom, tying it and tossing it in the trash can that was next to your dresser.
you watch as jaehyun cleans you up with tissue from your nightstand. “you okay?” you nod.
a grin breaks on your face when processing what had happened.
“i’m glad it was you.” jaehyun sits up with your panties and bra in hand. “hm?” he hums, turning to you and dressing you.
“i said im glad it was you that i lost my.. virginity to.” jaehyun softly smiles and sighs. “you’re brother is going to kill me.”
you sit up and snatch your bra from him. you slip your arms through the straps and you clip it on. “let’s not worry about him for now.”
as you go to wrap your arms around his neck, shouting from outside your room causes you to freeze.
“jeong jaehyun, stop banging my sister and get out here, now!” you look at him with wide eyes.
“or sure, let’s worry about him now.” jaehyun laughs and stands up from your bed, dressing himself and leaving your room to face your older brother.
IMPORTANT!! DO THIS IF YOU KEEP WANT TO SEE SMUT FICTIONS!!
Firstly if you’re a writer and see this, please reblog to spread awareness and if you’re a reader, please reblog to support your favorite content creators!!
So the other day, I made a poll to see how many of smut fiction readers was aware of the community labeling issue, that me and some fellow writers have been dealing with
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♡ You're sick and tired of living the good girl life. In other words, you just want to get laid, and who better to help than your two best friends?
⤑ word count: 15.3k
⤑ genre: non-idol!au, smut, f2l, mutual pining (if you squint)
⤑ pairing: changbin x reader x lee know
⤑ warnings: explicit sexual content [unprotected intercourse (protection is 🔑), threesome, oral (m. and f. receiving), rimming (f. receiving), squirting, spitting, a lot of dirty talk, use of 'good girl' & 'slut', hints of corruption kink]
⤑ rating: 18+
⤑ masterlist ♡ part two
⤑ a/n: a huge thanks to @joyfulhopelox for putting up me with me going on about this story and minbin for days and for beta reading it, thank you for everything!
“What’s gotten into you tonight?” Changbin asks as you sit on his lap and lean back into his chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around you. You’re at his place during one of their famous pre-drinking parties, and there’s a bunch of people around you.
Your friend rests his chin on your shoulder and looks at you with concern written all over his handsome face, but you just laugh.
“I mean it,” Changbin now lowers his voice so he can whisper at you and he realizes he has a great view of your chest, something he shouldn’t be taking advantage of. Still, his eyes fly down and he can’t help but notice how your breasts seem to be popping out of your shirt. “You’ve been flirting with men all night.”
“Maybe I just want to have some fun,” you shrug and gently pat your friend’s cheek.
You know exactly what Changbin means by that—you have been acting a bit slutty tonight, not that there’s anything wrong with that. But, it’s just not you, and your friend knows it.
However, he doesn’t know that you feel fed up with being the goody-two-shoes of your friend group and always missing out on the good stuff. You aren’t adventurous, you don’t experiment, and you don’t have fun sex. In fact, you don’t have sex at all. Why? Because you keep waiting for the perfect guy to come along and that’s just not going to happen.
Tonight, you’ve decided to change that, and what better way than to attend Changbin and Minho’s party? They have a bunch of good-looking friends and you are single and, clearly, desperately ready to mingle. If you don’t find a guy here, you won’t find him anywhere.
“With these guys?” Changbin practically hisses at you, showing just how much he hates the idea. Yeah, they’re his friends, but that’s exactly why he doesn’t want you to do anything with them.
First of all, if you fuck any of these guys, he and Minho will have to hear about it in detail, and they don’t really want to. Not because they’re not desperately attracted to you, but because they don’t want someone to disrespect you in front of them. If Changbin hears any of his friends talk about you like you’re a piece of meat, especially after sleeping with you, they won’t be friends any longer, and he just doesn’t want that kind of drama. Besides, he doesn’t want to hear how someone fucked you and what exactly they did with you.
Changbin knows Minho feels the same way because they’re men and they’ve talked about this. You’re their friend, sure, and they always protect you. If creepy guys are around you, they’re there to protect you. If you’re dating a sketchy guy, Changbin threatens him and the guy usually fucks off because his plan is ruined. Changbin also knows both he and Minho would never turn down the chance to sleep with you, but if they did, it wouldn’t be sex they would brag about to other people. No, it would be a secret they’d take to the grave if needed.
“They’re your friends,” you shrug and lean back on his shoulder, while Changbin’s chin is still on yours, and you feel his breath on your chest. It’s right then that the idea of just fucking him hits you. Why not? He’s single. He’s really hot. Best of all, he treats you with respect and isn’t a player or a creep. In other words, you won’t be ashamed of sleeping with him. So, you decide to tease. “You don’t want me to fuck your friends?”
“I don’t like hearing you talk that way,” Changbin says with a scoff, trying hard not to look down at your boobs because he’ll really want to touch them. “You don’t just fuck people.”
“Maybe I want to,” you pat his cheek again. “I’ll ask again: you don’t want me to fuck any of your friends?”
“No,” Changbin admits, hoping you’ll respect his wishes. Minho would feel the same way if he could hear this conversation, but he was in the kitchen, sneaking glances your way, Changbin noticed earlier. “These guys aren’t right for that. They’re not… Serious. I don’t want you to fuck someone who’ll brag to us about it tomorrow.”
“Would you?” You ask an innocent question, but it makes Changbin’s breath hitch in his throat.
“Would I what?” He doesn’t want to jump to conclusions, so he lets you explain yourself. This also buys him enough time to stop thinking about fucking you, so his dick can stop getting hard right under your ass.
However, you fuck with his plan from the start by moving your head to the side, your nose grazing his ear as you whisper to him, and it’s like you’re whispering right against his dick. “If you fuck me tonight, are you going to tell everyone about it tomorrow?”
Changbin knows you can feel his dick harden under you and it’s embarrassing, to say the least, but it’s the last thing on his mind. His cheeks feel like they’re burning and he’s sure you can see how his confident facade falls through in a second. “I,” he starts, but his voice cracks, so he clears his throat before speaking up again, “I, uh, I would never do that.”
“Fine, then let’s do it,” you say and roll your hips once, but enough for Changbin to feel pressure against his cock, which makes it go fully hard. What are you trying to do?
“We… “ he’s at a loss for words, and that doesn’t happen often. His hands fly down to your hips as soon as you try to roll them again, and Changbin realizes he has to be the voice of reason here. “Stop doing that.”
“Why?” You pout at him, and Changbin feels like he should just throw you on the other sofa and run away. “I can tell you’re enjoying it.”
“That’s why,” he scoffs and shakes his head before looking around. “Did you forget where we are?”
“We’re at your place,” you say with a shrug and lightly pat his cheek again. “Oh, your face is so warm, Binnie… Are you embarrassed?”
“Stop it right now,” he lowers his voice to show you he’s serious about this. “People will notice.”
“You want me to get up?” You suggest with cocked eyebrows, knowing that there’s no way he’ll let you leave. “So everyone sees your boner for me?”
Changbin knows you’ve won. He can’t afford that right now because he’s wearing tight jeans and he can’t hide his raging erection with anything, there’s no cushions or shirt or anything he can throw on his lap until it goes away. Minho would never let him hear the end of it. “Don’t get up.”
“Okay, I won’t,” you chuckle and slide your ass even further down his lap until you’re literally sitting on his dick.
However, no one bats an eye. You three always get handsy when you’re drunk—one of you is always hugging the others and telling them how much they love them, so this is nothing strange. Besides, you’ve kissed each of them a time or two, stopping the kiss before it got too heated. It exclusively happened when you were drunk and single, and it was never discussed after.
To anyone watching from the side, it looks like you two are drunk and cuddling, mostly because they don’t know about the boner you’re sitting on or the things you’re saying to Changbin. He does a great job at hiding stuff and not letting his emotions be read from his face.
“But anyway,” you start again, and Changbin knows you’re not just going to let it go. “Other than the fact that we’re not somewhere more private, what’s stopping us?”
“Minho,” Changbin thinks he’s found the perfect response.
It’s always been the three of you, ever since you met each other. Yeah, you sometimes do things alone with Minho or Changbin, sure, but everyone’s always invited. If you and Changbin fuck but don’t tell Minho or leave him out of it, things could get weird between the three of you, and Changbin’s sure you’re not about to risk that friendship for some dick. Besides, what about your friendship?
“He can join too,” you chirp at Changbin while his brain short circuits. He can? What?
“Ah, wait, what?” He asks before he can even consider your proposition. You want to have a threesome. You? With the two of them? “Really! What’s happening with you?”
“Binnie,” you swiftly turn your body to the side, ass still in his lap, and wrap your arm around his shoulders. “I’m sick and tired of being good. I want to have fun, and I mean it. And there’s no guy I trust more than you two, even though you’re two annoying idiots most of the time.”
This was supposed to make him laugh, he knows, but Changbin can’t process the idea that you’re actually asking him to fuck you and have Minho join in too. You? Their perfect friend who everyone wanted to bang but never could? The girl who turned guys down as soon as they did a thing wrong? Changbin and Minho always called you a born-again virgin because of how rarely you had sex, so hearing you say this was hard to believe.
“I don’t get where it’s coming from,” he admits once again, hoping you’d explain, and you do.
“All my friends are having sex and enjoying it. I have to hear about how great it is to come from this position and that position or how fucking awesome it is to get your pussy and ass eaten,” you keep going, but Changbin’s brain stops for a second because he’s never in a million years thought he’d get to hear you say something as dirty as that, “or how they squirt and get fucked well whenever they want. Meanwhile, I have to watch porn and use a vibrator. I mean, it works, but it’s not the real deal, and I miss the feeling. You know, having another person touch you and all that? That’s why I want this. And if you don’t want me to do this with one of your friends, I want you and Minho. If you want, of course. If not, just pretend this never happened.”
With that, you turn around and you’re once again in the original position, seated on his thighs, ass on his lap, back against Changbin’s chest as you look straight ahead at the four guys playing beer pong. The silence is killing him too, but he has to process everything you’ve told him. If anyone understood you about how much it sucked to not be getting laid, it was him. Changbin hasn’t dated anyone in a long while, and one-night stands somehow never worked out in his favor. He also wanted to get laid and have fun, but it just wasn’t happening.
Should he do it?
“So, you want me and Minho to make you come from different positions,” he starts whispering in your ear and sees you get goosebumps at his words as he stares down your shirt shamelessly this time. After all, why not? You just told him some nasty stuff. “Then, you want us to eat both your ass and pussy and make you squirt? Anything else?”
“That’s about it,” you shrug, as if his words don’t affect you, but you’re rubbing your thighs together and Changbin almost busts a nut when he realizes you’re getting wet because of him. Him, Seo Changbin! Karma is real.
“Okay,” he agrees without even consulting Minho. What’s there to consult on? Minho would jump at the opportunity to get his face between your legs. He’s said so himself one time, years ago, and Changbin told him to stop even thinking about it because you were friends. “When everyone leaves, we’ll stay.”
Minho would say yes too, Changbin knows after catching your friend staring at you once again. That time when the two of them got drunk and talked about women and sex and everything in between, Minho admitted to Changbin that he can keep his hands to himself when it comes to you, but that he keeps thinking about eating you out.
It’s not about me fucking or anything, I don’t even have to get my dick wet, he explained, I just want to eat her out for hours, man. That’s why Changbin is sure Minho is saying yes to this. Pussy and ass? Minho will be in heaven in a couple of hours.
“Sure,” you lean back into his chest and let him wrap his arms around you again, and you stay like that, enjoying his warmth around you while the rest of the people in the apartment go on having fun.
Minho instantly realizes there’s something fishy going on with you and Changbin. The three of you are close, but not so close that you’d straight up sit on his dick like that. Maybe Minho’s a bit of a pervert for thinking that, or he’s seeing only what he’d like to see, but you never sit on Changbin that way and Minho’s sure he’s seen you roll your hips once or twice.
Clearly, you’re trying to get a reaction out of your friend by doing this, and Minho doesn’t get the point. Are you and Changbin fucking behind his back? The thought kind of stings, not because he doesn’t want you both to be happy, but because he’s not in on it. Minho would like to get a taste of you too if it’s being offered. And if you two are a thing, he’d like to at least know about it.
Changbin wants to fuck you, of course. So does Minho. But, they talked about it already and decided they’re never going to make a move first. You’re their friend, they should respect you, and not look at you that way, and they’ve really tried their best not to.
Still, Minho has to rub one out after you go clubbing together and you dance on him like a slut. Of course, you only dance that way with him because you trust Minho—you’d never rub your ass or try to twerk on some other guy on the dancefloor like that, but since he’s your friend, you do it without thinking twice about it. You know he’s not going to try to touch you or get anything from you. But, when he gets home, he hops into the shower and jerks off for a minute tops, as it’s really easy to make himself come once he’s felt you so close.
Changbin does the same, and Minho knows it. You three often work out together and while Minho focuses on crossfit classes, you and Changbin lift weights and do a lot of exercises which include Changbin’s hands on you to help you figure it out. Changbin always—and Minho means always—jerks off in the bathroom stall of the gym when you’re there. If you don’t show up that day, Changbin skips his quick jerk-off session, and Minho knows why, but he’d never address it.
What they do when you’re not around is no one’s business, that’s what the two roommates have agreed on. However, you’re around now and Changbin’s letting you rub yourself against him, which makes Minho wonder what the hell’s going on.
Instead of worrying about it, Minho makes his way over to the two of you and crouches between your legs, letting his elbows rest on your thighs as he looks up at you. He’s never been one to beat around the bush and overthink, so he goes straight for the kill. “What are you two doing, whispering all alone?”
“Our friend here has some crazy ideas,” Changbin informs Minho without actually giving out any information, so he turns to you for an explanation.
“Changbin doesn’t agree with my New Year’s decision,” you glare at the culprit before turning your attention to Minho and cupping his cheek.
“New Year’s decision now?” Minho chuckles, knowing New Year’s is a month away. Are you both that wasted already? “And what would that be?”
“Get laid,” you whisper without blinking and Minho’s mouth drops open in surprise. That’s your resolution? It’s not like you can’t get laid. He knows at least ten guys who’d drop everything to fuck you, and he’s not even being generous. Of course, him and Changbin included.
“With one of these guys,” Changbin points out, and Minho understands why he’s upset. First of all, if you were already so bent on fucking someone, why one of these idiots? They’re their friends and all, but not exactly the perfect sex partners. What’s a guy who only fucks when drunk going to give you exactly? “Or with the two of us.”
Now, that’s something that immediately gets Minho’s attention so he scoots over closer and squeezes your thighs. “Hm… Binnie and me? Fuck you? Why now?”
“She’s tired of being good,” Changbin gives him the short version, and you immediately react, knowing it would sound stupid when he said it like that, but Minho’s already smirking.
“It’s not just that,” you whisper at him so he leans in until his face is between yours and Changbin’s. “It’s not about being good. I just want to get laid and have a good time. And who better than you two?”
Minho pulls away with a smug look on his face and nods as if it’s the best idea he’s ever heard, so Changbin feels relieved. At least he’s not the only horny bastard around here.
“But that’s not all you said you want,” Changbin teases and looks at you and then Minho. “She wants different positions, pussy an—”
“Stop,” you gently smack his thigh, but Changbin wraps his hands around you tighter, stopping you from moving, and continues.
“Well, if you want us to fuck you, I have to know what you want,” Minho’s the voice of reason once again, and you hate him for it.
When you said these things to Changbin, it felt easier because you weren’t looking at each other and you were just naming random things you remembered. But now that you were with the two of them and they outnumbered you, you felt kind of shy about saying these things, but you still wanted them.
“Anyway, pussy and ass eaten, and squirting,” Changbin finishes with a smirk and then releases his grip on you. “That's it?”
“We can do this,” Minho pats your thighs and nods at Changbin, surprising you both. “If we all promise nothing changes between us.”
“Nothing changes,” you say in all seriousness, and Changbin joins in saying the same thing.
“Okay,” the oldest nods with a chuckle. “I’m so tempted to tell everyone to get the fuck out of the apartment this instant, but we’ll be good hosts and let them have fun. When they leave, we’re on.”
And once they finally leave and you three have a shot and a shower, you’re naked in Minho’s room—it’s way tidier than Changbin’s. Well, you’re not exactly naked, Minho’s robe is wrapped around your body while the two of them don’t have anything on, and you realize this is it. You’re either going through with this or not.
As if they can sense your nervousness, they surround you. Minho hugs you from behind, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck and giving it a gentle peck, while Changbin approaches you from the front and cups the cheek that’s not pressed against Minho’s head.
“Once again, for the fiftieth time, are you sure about this?” He asks and rubs your cheek with his thumb, trying to get you to relax. It’s not exactly easy to get naked in front of two friends, and Changbin knows it well, so he doesn’t want you to feel that way too.
“Yes,” you answer without having to think twice—their touches are just so soothing that you know it will be alright. “Just a bit nervous.”
“She has a big mouth but when it’s time to play, it’s like the cat’s got her tongue,” Minho teases before kissing your neck again and you love feeling his tongue prodding at the soft spot below your ear.
You hate to agree with him, but you do anyway, “Something like that, yes.”
“That’s okay,” Minho chuckles against your neck and pats your hips. “If you change your mind at any point during this, say ‘stop’ and we’re stopping the whole thing, okay? Both of us are stopping if you say it. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing and how long we’ve been doing it, okay?”
“Okay,” you nod and look at Changbin’s face, trusting the two completely. They have never said or done anything you didn’t want and have always treated you with total respect. “That goes for both of you too.”
Two minutes later, Changbin’s tongue is in your mouth and his hands on your waist, over the robe, while Minho’s gently pulling it off your shoulders and planting kisses along your collarbone.
Once the robe slips down and reveals your breasts, Minho’s hands fly to them immediately, giving them gentle squeezes as he moans into your skin, his erection pressing into your back. God, he’s so hard already, and you can’t wait to feel him, so you do exactly that.
“Fuck,” Minho watches in awe as one of your hands sneaks behind and grabs his cock, giving it a firm squeeze, and he grunts loudly, not expecting you to make a move that soon.
At the same time, you’re also touching Changbin’s cock and he moans into your mouth, happy to finally feel some kind of pressure on his dick, even though he’s tugged at it a time or two under the shower, unable to leave it be.
Before you know it, the robe’s on the floor and the two of them are standing in front of you, exchanging glances while you stand there at the foot of the bed.
“What first?” Minho mumbles at Changbin.
“Pussy,” Changbin responds with a grin, and the fact that they’re both lazily tugging at their cocks while they’re talking about it makes the whole thing much better, so you lie down on the bed and continue watching them, enjoying the view.
“But ass?” Minho cocks his head to the side, and you can tell he’s going through a dilemma, which almost makes you cackle. Of course he’d be worrying about this, of all things. “Maybe at the same time?”
“Mhm,” Changbin hums as if he’s just realized that’s a good idea. “That might be good.”
“I want to kiss too,” you inform them, which makes both their heads turn in your direction as if they’ve just realized you’re there.
“You’re left, I’m right,” Changbin says as he walks to the other side of the bed and gives Minho a knowing glance. “Once we meet down there, we’ll agree.”
Minho nods and gets on the bed on the other side of you, quickly moving in to kiss you and that’s where it all starts.
You’ve had sex before, clearly, but never with someone you cared about. It’s not that you’re in love with either one of your best friends by any means, but you do care about them and you want them to feel good, and they feel the same way about you.
You can tell they’d do anything to please you, so you know you can just ask for what you want, which makes this experience a lot better than any other you’ve had before. Besides, both of them are a lot more experienced than you at this, so they can teach you a thing or two.
While Minho’s busy tonguing your mouth and groping your breast, giving your nipple a harsh tug here and there, which gets you going even more, Changbin’s playing with your neck and ear, and that’s just driving you wild. His tongue moves so fast, leaving a wet trail behind, and your pussy’s already aching for them.
“Mhm, fuck,” you mumble into the kiss and move away from Minho just to pull Changbin in closer and shove your tongue in his mouth.
He loves the feeling of you taking control, even though your naked body is squeezed in between theirs and you are powerless in this situation. Changbin practically drools at the thought of what they’re going to be able to do to you and how you’ll just be a good girl and take it.
“Getting wet already?” He’s feeling a bit frisky so he asks, but when you hum in response and lower your hand to reward his dick with a hard squeeze, Changbin realizes you’re just as horny as both guys you’re about to fuck.
Minho chuckles from the side as he plays with your breast and takes the nipple in his mouth, teasing it by wrapping his tongue around it, but the sound dies in his throat the second you touch his cock.
You give them both two slow tugs before running your thumb against the underside of their tips and then over their holes, which makes them both groan. Clearly, they weren’t expecting you to do any work tonight, you think and laugh, but they’re grunting because it’s a dream come true.
“Let’s find out,” Minho mumbles as he moves away from your nipple enough to speak. A second later, he starts sucking it into his mouth, which makes you arch your back.
The two exchange smirks and their hands fly down to your thighs, which they spread as their mouths wrap around your nipples, your hands still tugging at their cocks. They both moan and groan into your skin as their fingers inch in on your crotch until their fingers meet and Changbin chooses to touch your clit while Minho opts for dragging two fingers against your slit.
Having two mouths and two pairs of hands on you feels heavenly, to say the least. The boys have decided to prop your legs up using one hand each, while the other is attached to your crotch. Changbin nibbles on your boob and starts flicking your clit lightly, surprised by how engorged and hard it already is, which can only mean one thing—you’re so fucking ready for them.
Minho is gently biting your nipple while his fingers move up and down your slit. He’s more than elated to feel just how wet you are and he can’t resist easing two fingers into you, which instantly makes you buck your hips into their hands.
Changbin chuckles and flicks your clit even harder this time, “You’re really that ready already?”
“Just listen,” Minho tells him and starts moving his fingers in and out fast, so fast all you can hear are loud sounds of his fingers in your wet cunt. “Hungry pussy.”
“Shut up,” you scoff at Minho, which makes him raise both eyebrows and stop moving his hand. If you think you can be bratty around him just because you’re his friend, you’re wrong, and Minho will show you.
“You sure?” he asks with a smirk, which makes Changbin laugh loudly and smack your clit hard. That, in turn, makes you buck your hips towards him, the pressure too much to handle. “Want me to go on?”
“Yes,” you swallow the lump in your throat and nod, wanting them both to continue. You’re already brimming with pleasure and they are barely touching you, so you can only imagine what will happen once they continue.
They both know what they’re doing, that much is clear from the way their hands are touching you. Changbin’s applying just enough pressure to make your eyes roll to the back of your head, but at the same time, it’s not too much. His touch is bearable but leaves you wanting more and more.
Minho fingers you like he’s been inside of you a million times—it’s not just straightened fingers, in and out. He takes his time, curls his fingers, and plays with you, setting up a pace that makes you tighten your walls around him.
Minho and Changbin exchange glances again and they slowly kiss their way down your stomach to your crotch, leaving a trail of saliva behind, and their touches turn you on so much more than you’d imagined. Your body twists and turns as you feel their lips move over your stomach, down your belly, stopping right above your pussy as they look at each other.
“Same?” Changbin asks and Minho just nods. You have no idea what they’re talking about and what these codes mean, but at that point, you don’t really care—you trust the two to please you.
The very next second, they’re making their way between your legs, lying down next to each other, each of them wrapping an arm around your thigh and pulling you in closer. Now, the sight of having one guy’s face in your pussy, staring at it in awe, is enough to get you going, but having two guys look at you like that? It’s sublime, so you can’t look away. In fact, you want to see more of it, so you prop yourself up on your elbows and enjoy the view.
“Pretty,” Minho is the first to speak, eyes glued to your wet slit. It’s hard for him to focus on your face when he finally has you right where he wants you—legs open for him. “Ready to eat.”
“Gorgeous,” Changbin compliments you next, and you’re surprised to find him looking at your face as he says that. When you smile at him, he leans in to plant a wet, slow kiss on your inner thigh, and that instantly makes you grunt because you want him badly. “So cute and wet for us.”
Minho dives in first, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking it in while looking up at you. He’s done this many times before, but never with you, so Minho wants to look at you to gauge your reactions. Not everyone likes the same stuff, and he’s here to do what you like. Minho’s tongue sends shivers of pleasure all the way down to your toes, so you moan and focus on the feeling he’s giving you.
Minho, however, is not happy with that. He wants to make a mess out of you. After all, he’s been dreaming of this, of having his mouth between your pretty thighs, of shoving his face between your legs and not stopping until you cum on his face and beg for him to fuck you, and now is his chance. Clearly, he isn’t using it well if you are managing to keep your voice down.
So, Minho brings out the big guns and quickly sucks his way down your slit to your entrance and slithers his tongue inside you, starting to move it in and out quickly, knowing it won’t be enough, knowing it would make you want more. Of course, it does. His tongue does feel great, but it’s nowhere near hard enough, and you want something like that inside of you, so you moan for him, and he hums against your lips in response before moving back up to your clit to tease it with the tip of his tongue.
Minho moves away, licking his lips while giving you a smug smirk, the type that gives off just how confident he is in his skills, and with good reason. “Tasty, too.”
Changbin sees this as the perfect opportunity to turn you on even more so he leans in and sucks on your clit, playing with it. When you start groaning, he flattens his tongue and starts moving it so fast against your clit that it makes you try to press your thighs closer together. The pressure is becoming too much to handle, but their hands stop you from moving your thighs. You feel like you’re about to explode already.
Changbin eats pussy like he’s making out with it, and he’s great at making your legs shake. You feel his tongue everywhere—inside of you, on your pussy, around the clit, all over your slit. He gets every spot wet and sucks like his life depends on it, moaning into it while he’s sucking, which makes you feel hot and wanted, and it messes with your head.
This is your sweet adorable friend Changbin, the one who pretends to be all tough and carefree, but is a big softie who loves cuddling while watching movies—but only when Minho’s not around to see and mock it. How he knows to give head this well is beyond you, but you can’t even focus on all those things when he’s making you feel so fucking good.
Minho steps in again, gently shoving Changbin to the side to get a taste of you again, and you immediately spot the differences. Minho, as opposed to his younger friend, eats pussy like a savage. He’s rough when he does it, grunting against your skin, moving away to spit on it, spreading his saliva around with his palm, and then pressing your clit with it fast, like he’s trying to rub off a stain, all of which makes you grunt and moan his name while Changbin watches your face in awe.
It’s time for Minho to move to the side, which he does by kissing his way from your pussy to your inner thigh, and Changbin quickly leans in again, determined to make you moan his name. When he sucks on your clit, Changbin feels you buck your hips in an effort to get away from his mouth, so he stops.
“Too much?” Changbin cocks both eyebrows up and can’t believe how incredibly lucky he is today. He gets you to ask you this question while his mouth is hovering over your juicy cunt, which seems so ready to take all of him and Minho at once.
“Just keep going,” you nod, eyes glued to Changbin’s as he moves his mouth down to your clit and starts licking it hard.
You’re so focused on the way your stomach is clenching with each lick that you completely forget that Minho is there until he starts peppering kisses along your inner thigh, which once again makes you arch your back just because of the contrast in their touches—Changbin is going hard and fast, not letting you rest, and Minho’s lips are gentle and slow. “Fuck, please, fuck!”
Minho looks up at you with a devilish grin on his face, clearly enjoying the fact that you’re already falling apart and they’ve just started playing with you. “Phase two?”
When he asks that, Changbin moves away with a couple of quick nods, and you don’t understand them once again. Does it matter, though? Looking at the two naked men in front of you as they nod at each other before turning their attention to you again is a sight to behold, so you take it all in.
“Lie down,” Changbin tells you, suddenly sounding so serious and stern, and you want them to fuck you right then and there, both at the same time, somehow. That’s all you can think about as you see them kneeling, backs straight as they look down at you, both of them naked with rock-hard dicks, staring at your spread legs.
Once your back is down on the bed, Minho makes his way to your side and grins at you while grabbing both your legs and pushing them into your chest, leaving you totally exposed to Changbin, who’s licking his lips as he stares at you all spread out for him, folded, looking ready to suck his cock right in.
“We’ll switch later,” Minho informs Changbin, which stirs the latter from his thoughts.
“Oh sure, we have time,” Changbin pats him on the shoulder before practically throwing himself down on the bed.
First, he gives your clit a couple of long licks before sucking his way down to your entrance where he pauses just to tongue your hole a couple of times to get you to moan. The position makes you feel completely vulnerable, even more so because Minho’s hovering above you, his left hand on the back of your left thigh, right on your right thigh, pushing them into your torso, making it impossible for you to move.
Minho looks down at you and winks before leaning in himself and attaching his mouth to your clit, which instantly makes you grunt. You thought you’d already had the best of them and you loved it, but this? This takes the cake.
You’ll never feel something as hot as having one mouth on your clit and another on your pussy, both men moaning into your skin as they suck in your juices, slurping, making noises that make your toes curl.
“Fuck,” you grunt and grab a fistful of the bedsheet with one hand while the other one grabs Minho’s ass, which he enjoys, judging by the chuckle that leaves his mouth against your slit. “That feels so fucking good.”
Hearing you swear and sound so fucked out already makes Minho’s cock twitch against your thigh and he loves that he can apply at least some kind of pressure to the spot by leaning into you. It’s not your mouth or pussy, but it will do for now. It’s about you tonight, anyway.
“You feel fucking good,” Changbin is quick to respond, moving his lips away from your entrance for just a second before diving right back in. He still can’t really believe he is getting to do this. “Amazing.”
“She said ass too,” Minho reminds your friend, which makes Changbin stop and hum in agreement.
“Still want that?” You realize Changbin’s asking you that question, so you open your eyes again and focus on responding.
“Yes, if you do?” You sound unsure because you are.
You listed that as an example of what your friends were telling you. At that point, you’ve heard a lot of stories about butt play and it all sounded fantastic, but you only wanted it if both of them agreed.
They both chuckle and the next thing you know, Changbin’s tongue is pressed against your asshole, rubbing against it hard, just like it did your clit minutes ago. At the same time, Minho's moving down to your slit, so he can run his tongue between your folds, around your clit, and down the folds to your entrance.
The only thing you can do is moan in pleasure over and over again while digging your fingers deeper into Minho’s supple cheek, trying hard not to buck your hips into their faces and hurt them in some way. The fact that they’re both moaning while doing this turns you on in itself, but feeling Minho’s erection pressing into your thigh does it for you. You can only guess, but you hope Changbin’s hard too, and you can’t wait for them to use you.
That’s exactly how you feel at that moment, like a toy that should be used and that wants to be used by both of them, however they like. That’s how good they make you feel with their tongues and the sounds they make and the touches they give you. Besides, you’re still lying there with your thighs pushing into you, Minho practically resting on them, while his face is attached to your slit, licking and sucking teasingly.
“Fuck, you’re good,” Changbin says when he pulls away to spit on your hole.
Minho moves away from your pussy slightly, just to giggle. “Tasty, too?”
“Oh, you bet,” Changbin grins before spitting on your ass again and sucking it all up in one quick motion.
You clench unintentionally, suddenly wanting to get fucked in all holes, even though you’ve never tried that. You know you can’t do it, but the fact that these two could even get you to think about it is a true testament to how much you’re attracted to them, and you’re not sure when it happened.
Of course, they’ve always been the two hottest guys you know, but since you became friends, it was hard to look at Changbin and Minho like men. They were your pals, your buddies, the guys who talked to you about their girl or sex problems, the guys who could stay the night without it seeming strange, the guys you could cuddle with whenever you wanted. Okay, it was also true that you got turned on by them sometimes, but that was normal, right?
Who wouldn’t get turned on by dancing with Minho and feeling his erection against their ass? Everyone would, which makes it better. He moves his hips perfectly and is brimming with confidence whenever he’s partying, so you can’t stay immune to him, even if he’s just a friend.
Also, who wouldn’t want to kiss Minho in the Uber on the way home and dream about sucking him off in the back of the car? It always stops at a kiss, though. Sometimes, you’re just in the mood to kiss and your extremely attractive, foul-mouthed friend is in the same predicament as you, so you do it.
The same thing applies to Changbin. You can’t even count the number of times you fell asleep watching movies in his arms and woke up to his erection pressing against your ass and lower back, instantly making you wish he’d just pull your pants down and stick it in.
Whenever Changbin gives you a piggyback ride, you feel how hard and muscular his body is, and you imagine licking it from time to time, like a real horny slut, which you think is okay as long as it doesn’t get in the way of your friendship. You don’t act on it, except the occasional kiss or two you exchange with Changbin when you cuddle.
Still, not even your wildest fantasies included this—Minho’s mouth sucking you dry while Changbin’s tongue probes around your asshole, bringing you the type of pleasure you never even knew existed, both of them moaning, hands grabbing whatever piece of flesh they can get to.
“So fucking tasty,” Changbin mumbles and leans in even more, his mouth covering the entire region while Minho moves back up to play with your clit.
“Right?” he agrees before giving your slit a light spank, but harsh enough to make you hiss at him. It stings but in a good way, and you want more of it. “Hm, you like this, huh?”
With that, Minho smacks your slit a couple of more times before soothing it with his lips, his hand then moving down to grab and squeeze your ass cheek, the feeling making both of you moan. The tension that’s been building up inside of you threatens to burst and you warn them by beginning to moan loudly and grabbing onto the sheets, which makes both of your friends go in on you even harder and faster, keen on getting you to come.
The fact that they’re both grunting into your crotch because of the sounds you’re making and how you’re twisting your body, just makes the whole experience even better. You feel like your skin’s on fire and something’s about to explode in your lower belly, your walls pulsating around nothing.
It doesn’t take them long to achieve their goal and leave you a shaking, screaming, blubbering mess that can only say fuck and their names while you try to breathe through it and calm down. Minho and Changbin are still going in on you, tongues probing around holes as both of them clench hard and then release and repeat.
“Please, just a second,” you beg as you struggle to take a deep breath, overwhelmed by the orgasm that rushed through your entire body and took you out for a couple of seconds. You want more, but you can’t handle it right away.
As soon as they hear the tone of your voice, your friends stop with the licking. Minho mumbles something practically inaudible to Changbin, who nods, and they slowly move away from you. Minho is careful to hold your thighs in place as he gets up on his knees again and looks at you from above with a grin on his face.
You can’t help but notice how hard he is, so you reach out and squeeze him hard, which makes him hiss and bite into his lower lip. “Soon,” he nods at you with a smirk. “First this.”
You nod and watch them swap places, which brings Changbin on your other side, and your hand instantly flies to his ass so you can squeeze and smack it. This makes him chuckle as he takes over the task of holding onto your thighs and making sure they’re pushed back as far as they can go.
“Good?” Changbin looks down at you, his leaking erection rubbing against your thigh, which makes him rub against you just once to ease the tension.
At the same time, Minho wants to taste all of you and he’s already splayed over the bed, hands on the upper back of your thighs, tongue poking out to circle the rim of your ass. When he feels you clenching, he goes all in and starts alternating between sucking and licking. “Mhm,” he hums more to himself. “So fucking good and ready for me.”
It feels amazing and you need to feel something on or, even better, in your pussy, but you also want to kiss Changbin and thank him, so you motion for him to lean in, which he immediately does.
“What is it?” Changbin asks with a chuckle as he leans in enough to almost touch your lips with his. Then, he lowers his voice and you can read his expression easily—he’s worried about you, as always. “Everything okay? Want something different?”
“It’s the best thing I’ve tried,” you whisper back and jut your head out enough to kiss him.
Without thinking about it, Changbin eagerly kisses back, slipping his tongue inside your mouth the first chance he gets. Your juices are all over his mouth, but neither one of you cares about it, not when you’re that turned on. In fact, you find it hot.
“Better than before?” Changbin pulls away to ask, desperate to hear he’s made you feel good. Changbin’s not stupid—you’ve had sex before, and you’ve enjoyed it. He’s heard about the guys you’ve dated, even met some of them, and while Changbin’s sure you didn’t sleep with all of them, he knows you’ve had some. The point is, he really wants to know he stands out.
“First time,” you admit, enjoying the way his eyes widen at your unexpected admission. Even though you’ve asked for rimming, you don’t have any experience with it. The same goes for threesomes.
“First?” Changbin can’t hide his chuckle as he gives your ass a slight smack, happy to be the first something in your book, even though firsts are stupid and don’t mean a thing. He can pretend he means something, at least for tonight. “Great then. Want me to lick you?”
You shake your head as a no and grunt, knowing you’re too sensitive for a mouth on your clit. “Fingers, please.”
Changbin is ready to give you everything you want, so his fingers immediately find your slit and he slips two in without warning, making you moan and buck your hips into his palm. The feeling of having his fingers between your walls while Minho’s tongue’s pleasuring your ass in a way you never thought was possible is too much, so you have to moan and grunt and grab onto Changbin’s body.
The second your fingers find and mark his body with scratches, Changbin goes wild.
“You want it that bad, huh?” he asks you as he starts moving his fingers in and out of you so fast you can’t even swear or say either of their names. “You can have it.”
All that leaves your mouth are shallow breaths accompanied by raspy moaning, your fingers finding Changbin’s cock and wrapping around it, starting to pull his skin back. Feeling your touch on his dick makes him move even faster as he’s eager to feel you in any way he can, and your hand is more than enough.
“Kiss me,” you plead, looking at him with doe-eyes, all sweaty and worked up. Changbin really wishes he could lean in and kiss you again, feel that tongue of yours on his, but he’s keeping you in place and fingering you, and, sadly, he can’t pull off kissing you without sacrificing one of these two actions.
As if he can understand the problem, Minho pats your thighs and moves his hands up their length until he reaches the back of your knees, where he stops and grabs them tight.
“Move,” he tells Changbin before diving right back in, this time into your pussy, lapping at it to taste more of your juices which are making his head spin at this point.
Minho’s cock’s never been harder in his life, and he’s sure of that. He’s been hard ever since you first told him you wanted to fuck the two of them, and it’s been a long time since then, yet it isn’t going away. Hearing you moan when Changbin kisses you and grabs your tits turns Minho on even more, and he has a suggestion of his own.
“Suck him off,” Minho tells you from between your legs and you swirl your tongue around Chanbgin’s mouth once more before pulling away and nodding.
“Yes, yes,” you say, out of breath, and look up at Changbin, who thinks his heart is about to give out. Is his cock really going to be in your mouth in the next couple of seconds? Fuck, yes. “Come here, Binnie, I want to taste you.”
A second later, his tip is between your lips as you look at him all innocent, and he almost busts right then and there. There’s just something about getting to fuck good girls that turns him on, and you’re the best out of all good girls he knows.
Changbin doesn’t have sex as much as Minho, clearly, but it’s because he prefers to get to know the girls he fucks. Minho doesn’t find that necessary—if they’re down, they’re down. So, Changbin somehow always ends up with shy girls who take a while to open up, but when they do, they let him have a lot of fun, just like you’re doing right now, except this is what dreams are made of, literally.
When you hum around his cock and take more of it in, Changbin feels like he’s about to explode, so he focuses on playing with your boobs instead, pinching your nipples before playfully smacking them, loving the way they jiggle right after. What he doesn’t expect is for you to grab his ass with one hand and balls with the other and squeeze, light enough not to cause pain, but hard enough to cause sweet, sweet pressure that makes him get even harder.
“Can I put it in?” Minho huffs all of a sudden, unable to go on any longer without feeling something on his cock.
He looks up at you and spreads your thighs instead of keeping them pressed against your chest just to find you nodding at him with a mouth full of Changbin’s cock, and how he wishes that was his cock instead! But, his is in for an even better ride.
You’ve discussed all of it before showering—you’re on birth control and you trust them enough not to use condoms, and with good reason. They both get tested on campus even though they usually do use condoms, you can never be too careful. So, everyone’s clean and no one’s getting pregnant, even though you’ll be getting stuffed if Minho gets a say in it.
Encouraged by that idea, he moves towards you until his knees are on either side of your thighs. This way, he can easily smack your crotch with his erection, enjoying the wet sound he hears. You’re wet, he knows, he’s just spent a long time eating both your holes out like you deserve. “Look so pretty, all spread out for me.”
Minho can’t believe you’ve been secretly wishing for something so vanilla instead of just flat-out asking for it, because you could have had this a long time ago. Either way, he’s happy because he gets to be a part of it, which is what’s on his mind right before his tip enters you.
After that, Minho literally can’t think of anything other than how warm and tight you are as he slips inside you completely and buries himself into your walls up to the hilt, hissing loudly when he feels you clench your walls around him. Sadly, you can’t talk to him since you’re too busy sucking Changbin off, but Minho can talk to you two, so that’s exactly what he does.
“Binnie, she’s so fucking tight,” he lets his friend know while staring right at you, enjoying the way your entire body moved when his cock entered you all the way. Besides, he is also kind of getting off on the sight of your pretty lips wrapped around Changbin, swallowing him whole, the sound of saliva and tongue meeting dick so loud in his ears. “I can’t even move, don’t want to blow right away because of how tight you are.”
You haven’t had sex in a long while, so you’re not surprised that Minho feels that way, but you’re sure the feeling will go away soon as you get even more turned on. Changbin chuckles at the statement and wishes he could feel how tight you are for himself, but your mouth feels amazing as well. He never thought he’d get this far with you, so he was appreciating every second of it.
“I know… She sucked my fingers right in earlier,” Changbin admits, the memory of how hot you felt around him earlier making him buck his hips into your face as he’s so fucking eager for you to take all of him in. He wants to ruin you, in a way, but not cause you pain or humiliate you or anything of the sort. No, Changbin wants you both to enjoy it equally. Well, the three of you.
“Yup, hungry pussy sucking everything in,” Minho agrees and starts moving slowly, letting you adjust to his size before he goes to town on you, which you’re sure he will. If someone can move their hips, it’s this guy, and he seems more than ready to do it. “We’ll get to break you in, huh?”
Your pussy tingles with excitement even though Minho’s inside it, hard and big, ready to start thrusting, but it still feels like it’s not enough when you hear him talk that way.
“Fuck you right,” Changbin joins Minho in teasing you and looks down at your face, which is ten times more beautiful with his cock in your mouth and tears in your eyes as you take so much of it in that it hits the back of your throat repeatedly. “Make you come again… Fuck you so good.”
“Fill you full of cum,” Minho adds with a sinister chuckle, and you’re sure he would come inside of you ten times in a row if he could. He’s always given off the good but perverted kind of vibes. “Make you shake?”
When you thought of them as boyfriends, you saw Changbin as the softie who would let his girlfriend get away with everything and give her whatever she needs. You could see him being a bit perverted, but only when he’s fully comfortable and when he’s sure his partner is into it too, so seeing him get so horny that he’s shoving his dick in your mouth surprises you, in a great way. It feels like you’re making Changbin lose control, even if for a while, and the feeling messes with your head. You want him bad.
On the other hand, you think Minho’s always straightforward and straight-up horny around his partners. As his friend, you know he always says what’s on his mind, which is why you know all about the type of porn he watches, the things he wants to do in real life, the things he’s explored, and everything in between. If Minho told you these things, you’re sure all of his partners knew and wanted to try at least some.
“Oh God, yes… Ruin you,” Changbin agrees and pets your face gently, and you’re sure he’d like to come inside you too, but maybe once. He’s the type of guy who’d love to shoot his load down your throat, if you let him, or maybe on your face? You’re not sure, but he said he’d like to ruin you, and shooting cum all over someone sure comes close to that. “You’re always a bit too good of a girl, right?”
You slightly nod and open your mouth for him even more, which Changbin instantly feels as he gets to slide in a bit further.
While you’re admiring the look on Changbin’s face, Minho starts rolling his hips into you slowly and you kick your head back, grunting at the feeling. “Slutty good girl,” he adds as he pulls out just to enter you again, this time fully.
It’s been a while since you’ve done this and their fingers have been inside of you, but they can’t really compare to a real, thick, warm cock that’s also attached to a human being, unlike the vibrator you love so much. Your legs instantly wrap around Minho’s hips and you pull him in harshly, to which he laughs as he almost falls on you.
“Fuck,” Changbin laughs at the scene, realizing how hungry you actually are for dick, and Minho joins in.
Of course, Minho wasn’t expecting you to pull him in that much closer, as if you wanted him to give you every inch he has—not yet anyway—so he is a bit taken aback but in a totally positive way.
So, this is what you’re like in bed, needy and eager to get fucked, obedient, letting them use you however they want. He loves it. “We’ll fuck you all night if you want, don’t worry, we’re not going anywhere… You’ll get it.”
Minho starts to fuck you hard and Changbin’s dick just falls out of your mouth. You can’t suck him well anymore, not when you’re too busy grunting and moaning and trying not to scream because of what Minho’s doing to you. Is this the type of sex people around you have been experiencing? If so, you’re really missing out.
Changbin’s still kneeling by your side, one hand now tangled in your hair, massaging your scalp while he uses the other to tug at his cock. He doesn’t know where to look—your pretty face with mouth open as Minho’s dick makes you moan, or at your crotch to see you take cock so well, even though Minho’s laying it on you like it’s the last time he’s going to do it.
“Does it feel good?” Changbin asks, moving his hand from your hair down to your chin, making your head turn in his direction.
Your eyes are half-closed and you look like you’re already fucked out, and Changbin loves all of it. He wants to see you ruined but he also wants you to enjoy it, and that’s exactly what’s happening right in front of him. Changbin can’t help but run his thumb over your lips and gets the shock of his life when you suck it in your mouth and wrap your tongue around it before giving it a good suck.
Minho’s breath hitches in his throat as he sees this happening but he quickly recovers with a chuckle. “I was right, you are a slut for us,” he chuckles and gets back up on his knees, grabbing hold of both your legs and keeping them up in the air so he can enter you from an angle that helps him hit your cervix.
This happens in a way you didn’t even expect—the angle is perfect, and you can only moan and struggle to breathe in, and do that on repeat as Minho pounds himself into you. You lay there mesmerized by the way he moves his hips, smacking himself into you, giving you every inch of his hard cock, loving the way you try to clench around him and keep him in.
“Ah, fuck, take it,” Minho grunts, hugging your legs and pulling them closer into his chest, moving his hips the fastest he possibly again, enjoying the view of your naked chest and your breasts bouncing with every sharp movement of his.
Changbin’s entranced by the same thing, so he stops touching himself and focuses on your face and chest, loving the way you look so worn out and how your body reacts to a good, hard fuck.
“Good girl,” he tells you, caressing your cheek. “Good slut, maybe? Do you like how Minho’s fucking you?”
“Love it,” you grunt at the use of this nickname and swallow loudly before looking up at Changbin again with that sweet, innocent look in your eyes. “He’s so good.”
“Great! He’s good at it,” he nods happily. Changbin wants you to enjoy all of it and he’s happy to hear that you are.
So is Minho, but he can’t tease you anymore, not when he’s struggling to catch a breath while he pounds into you like there’s no tomorrow. It’s not about stamina—he could go on all night long if needed. No, it’s the fact that he’s getting to fuck you that’s getting to him.
However, you’re the one who decides to tease, taking them both by surprise. “I can’t wait until you fuck me too,” you tell Changbin, slightly pouting, and he knows you’re doing it on purpose. You want to get them both riled up, that’s why you’re saying these things, and he loves them. “Want to feel you too, just like I feel how big Minho is.”
Minho thinks he’s going to come any second now, especially if you keep praising him like that. Yeah, he comes off as a pervert who fucks a lot, but he rarely gets praised. Of course, that’s because he’s usually the one using his dirty mouth to talk about all the things he is doing and about all those things he is about to do, so his partners don’t talk as much. But, hearing you say how much you like his dick is enough to get him all hot and bothered.
“Jesus,” Changbin mutters, just as surprised and happy about this confession as Minho. You want his dick? You want to feel it!? His hand instantly flies to his dick and he starts tugging at it again. “I can’t wait to fuck you, too. Feel you all around me, make you feel good…”
Minho slows down and lets your legs fall to his side so he can change the angle and catch a break. He’s doing it because he wants to keep going, but knows he can’t—not for a long time, anyway. This new position allows you to prop yourself up on your elbows and wink at him, which almost takes him out right then and there.
Then, you become even cockier, and Minho thinks he’s dreaming when he hears you ask, “Hungry pussy is that good?”
They both laugh but they know you’re right—it is that good and they’re acting like they’re possessed. Minho scoffs at your comment and looks away for a second. “Ah, really! You’re getting too cocky for your own good…”
“Acting like a bitch in heat,” Changbin adds and then looks at you, quickly realizing that it’s not the best way to describe you, and he hopes you don’t take offense to it.
The fact that you lean in and open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out, lets Changbin know that’s exactly what you wanted to hear, so he grabs his dick and smacks your tongue with it, enjoying the sound it makes. “Big enough, huh?”
“I hit the jackpot tonight with you two,” you tell him sincerely because you do mean it. They’re the best sex partners you’ve had and you keep wondering how you’re gonna go on being their friend now that you know how great they are. Changbin hasn’t even fucked you, and he’s already sharing the throne with Minho. “Your dick is perfect, Binnie.”
Minho’s cock leaks precum and he pulls out quickly in fear of coating your walls with cum prematurely, but there’s just something about the way you’ve said the words that made him want to come. Instead of just standing there, he smacks your clit with his cock repeatedly and buys himself some time.
Likewise, Changbin feels like he could come right away—you’ve just said his cock is perfect. It’s something he didn’t know he needed to hear but now won’t be able to forget. The thing is, Changbin knows Minho’s dick is longer, but his is thicker, and he’s not sure which one you prefer. Do you even have a preference or do you just go with whatever the guy pulls out of his pants? Changbin thinks you’re not picky, as long as the guy makes you feel good.
“Why are you being so sweet?” He chuckles at you, shoving himself into your mouth again, which prevents you from responding. The way you slurp around his dick while staring right into his eyes makes him hiss loudly. Fuck, you’re good.
“She wants your dick,” Minho suggests with a smirk, and you nod in agreement, mouth full of cock and all.
In less than a minute, Changbin’s lying down with a bunch of pillows behind his back, practically sitting up so you can sit on him because that’s what he wants. This way, you can also treat Minho nicely, even though it means Changbin won’t see your face.
He forgets all about that worry as you ease yourself on his dick and moan once you are sat on him, every inch of his cock inside of you. You clench hard and look at him over your shoulder and Changbin thinks you look like a goddess. He really has you on his dick and you seem to be loving it, and it’s not a dream.
You’re real and you’re dripping wet, so much that he can feel you on his balls, which you so generously roll around in your palm, making him grunt even more. Is he really going to become a fucked out mess for you right now? If you keep giving him that look while softly riding him, yes.
Minho is now sitting on the bed next to you and Changbin, catching his breath and taking a break. He wants to scoot over and tell you to suck him off, but if you do it, he’ll come, and Minho wants more fun. So, he sits for a while, enjoying the way you’re starting to jump on Changbin’s cock and how your breasts jiggle whenever you do. You’re slowly but surely getting used to the girth and you’re about to show them how well you can take dick.
“Is she riding you well?” Minho asks his friend, already knowing the answer. It’s obvious Changbin’s having the time of his life, he’s not taking his eyes off your face as you stare at him, one hand on his stomach, the other on his balls. This position also gives them both a great view of your ass and boobs, which is more than they could ask for. “You’re moving your hips so well for Binnie, huh?”
“Like a proper slut, fuck!” Changbin says through gritted teeth, already feeling like he has to fight against his orgasm. He can’t blow his load, not now, not right away. Instead, he wants to enjoy the feeling of your tight pussy taking all of him while you struggle to jump up and down, his cock stretching you. “Can’t believe you even know how to—ah!—do this…”
“Me neither,” Minho adds, clearly in the mood to tease you further and make you please Changbin even more. “Such a sweet, cute face like that… Who knew you had such a hungry pussy? And a tight one, at that.”
“Oh, I know she’s tight,” Changbin chuckles to himself. “She’s a good girl, doesn’t put out easily.”
“Mhm,” Minho hums in agreement and reaches out to squeeze your breast. “Really good girl for us… So, where did you learn to take dick like that and ride it?”
“I don’t usually do this,” you admit with a chuckle, looking at one of your friends and then the other, enjoying the way they’re ogling your naked body. “I’m never relaxed enough… No need to worry about that with you two.”
“Exactly,” Minho smacks your breast harshly, but not harsh enough for it to hurt, and you grunt in response. “Is he stretching you good?”
Suddenly, the idea of getting to stretch your ass with his dick comes to mind, and Changbin hisses loudly, which makes you turn to him even more and give him a worried look. “Did I do something?”
“No, baby,” the nickname leaves Changbin’s mouth before he can think about it, but it’s nothing new. He calls you that sometimes when you’re all cute and want to cuddle up to him, and it just slips out since he’s used to it when he’s trying to make you feel good. “Keep going, you’re doing great… Taking all of it like a really good girl.”
“Wish I could take you both,” you glance at him and then at Minho with a devilish grin, and both of them ask themselves where have you been hiding.
The person they’re seeing now is so different from their shy and cute friend they are so used to, but they admire it nonetheless. Minho does because he feels like you’d be just as dirty as him if you two were fuckbuddies. He can only imagine how he’d get to fuck you and how many times, and you’d clearly be down for some nasty stuff.
Minho’s mind starts running wild with all the options—fucking you in public, in bar toilets, in your office once your colleagues leave. He’d get to fuck you everywhere and make a mess out of you. Now he knows for sure that you’re the type of good girl that would walk around with a pussy full of cum after getting fucked like the biggest slut in the bathroom. He knows and loves that about you.
Changbin also imagines how amazing it would be to have you there when he needs you, or when you need him. If he’s being honest, there’s no way he’d ever say no to sex with you, no matter how he’s feeling that day. But, unlike Minho and all the nasty fantasies, he imagines how amazing it would feel to come back home after a long day and get in bed next to you.
You’d let him warm his cock in your pussy and things would happen from there on, he’s sure. He’s too thick for you to stay still when he’s inside of you, even if you’re struggling to ride him because of it, still needing time to adjust. Wouldn’t that be fucking great? Or morning sex and getting to fuck you from behind. In all honesty, plain old missionary probably feels like the best thing ever with a good girl like you.
Funnily enough, you’re imagining the same thing—getting to fuck them when you feel like it, and you wonder if it’s a good idea. It’s hard to think about that when Binnie’s cock is in you and when Minho’s making his way to you on his knees, hands instantly finding your breasts so he can play.
That’s what it would be like with him, constant playing and teasing and fucking on every possible surface and acting like perverts. You can already see Minho asking you to get on your knees and suck him off at a crowded party where you don’t know anyone and, sadly, you can almost see yourself doing it.
Changbin, on the other hand, would never risk that, you know, but he’s also the type of guy who’d fuck you after your workouts. You’re not blind—you notice him get hard when he touches you in the gym and you know it’s something your friend can’t control. If you were fucking, you could give him a hand with it in the locker room.
“Fuck, you’re big,” you mumble at Changbin while Minho’s sucking your nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. Your hand flies to his hair so you can tug at it and get rough with him.
When you do that, Minho responds by smacking your ass loudly the second you slide up Changbin’s cock, and you love the sting. It makes you hiss and grunt, so Minho does it again, causing you to pull his hair once more, so hard you force him off your nipple, head looking up at you.
“Let me suck you off,” you suggest, and he’s a man who doesn’t need to be told twice. “I want to feel you too.”
You’re enjoying the feeling of Changbin’s dick filling you up just right, even more so since you’re the one controlling the movements. You’re scared of him going too deep and hitting you from the inside too hard, so this is just perfect. You’re setting the pace, controlling everything, and getting Changbin to grunt and moan whenever you decide to roll your hips or smack them down against him extra hard, creating a noise he has only been able to imagine so far.
What makes the whole thing even better is having Minho shove his cock down your throat as soon as he stands above you. As expected, he doesn’t waste time, so he opted for going all in right away. Mostly, it’s because his dick is still hard from fucking you and he needs some sort of relief. Hearing you moan Changbin’s name as you rode him is starting to drive Minho crazy, so stuffing your mouth full of dick seems like a good option.
“Mhm, take it like that,” he watches you with a smirk on his face, eyebrow raised teasingly, hand cupping your cheek as you bob your head and allow him to enter your mouth more and more.
You’re no longer jumping up and down Changbin’s cock because you really can’t concentrate on that and dicksucking at once, so you opt for rolling your hips back and forth, knowing Changbin gets to feel your warmth all around him either way, and he really does.
It’s all Changbin can feel as he watches your body arch as you sit on him, your ass so enticing so he ends up squeezing it and digging his fingers into your hips. You’re no longer moaning his name but only because Minho’s dick is occupying your mouth, and the thought of you taking two dicks at once makes Changbin twitch inside of you.
“God, you feel great,” he lets you know, hoping you know he really does mean it.
As if you’re trying to reward him for saying that, you sneak a hand down between your legs and start playing with his balls again. Since it’s so unexpected, Changbin hisses and bucks his hips up into you, enjoying the way you’re rolling them around in your palm and applying just enough pressure to drive him crazy.
“So hungry for dick,” Minho chuckles but loves seeing it all happening in front of him—his dick in you, Changbin’s dick in you, your hand on Changbin’s nuts. It’s the perfect scene and it’s made even better when you grab hold of his balls too and start giving them the same treatment. “Oh, you’re really treating us nice tonight.”
“Too nice,” Changbin adds from below you, suddenly feeling the urge to throw you down on the bed and fuck you from behind just so he can see your ass smack against his skin and grab your hair and pull your head back. He knows he could make you scream if he fucked you like that. “Giving us everything we want.”
You hum in agreement, sending warm vibrations around Minho’s cock and his hands fly down to your hair so he can tug at it gently. “We’ll give you anything you want,” he says with a warm smile. “You just have to ask.”
You nod but don’t feel the need to stop doing exactly what you’re doing now. Changbin’s big dick is making you feel all sorts of things, and you can’t believe you’re still practically soaking. His balls were wet when you grabbed them and they still are. So are Minho’s, but it’s your saliva that’s wetting them since you’re doing a sloppy job with the blowjob. He seems to love that, though, you can tell by the way he keeps his eyes glued to your face.
“I think this is exactly what she wants,” Changbin’s quick to add and you reward him with a giggle. He’s right, this is everything you want: two guys you trust completely pleasuring you. What else would you need?
“Mhm, she’s enjoying herself,” Minho giggles and starts thrusting, his cock entering your throat before getting pulled out, coated in your saliva. It feels good for both of you, too good.
The movements of his hips are in sharp contrast with his hands, which are holding your head gently and moving strands of hair away from your face. “So pretty, uh, like that,” Minho mumbles at you, “stuffed with cock on both ends.”
The compliment does something for you, and you’re instantly moving your hips faster, which makes Changbin hiss and grab your ass while you take more of Minho’s cock in, almost choking. But, you don’t stop despite that, wanting to make both of them feel as good as you’ve been feeling all night.
“Ah, fuck, just like that,” Changbin instructs from behind you, his fingers desperately clinging onto your hips as he wants you to move even faster. If he’s honest, he wants you to turn around, face him, and then keep jumping until you make him come. “You make me want to never pull out, fuck!”
Suddenly, Minho pulls his dick out of your mouth and kneels in front of you with a chuckle. You’re not expecting him to kiss you, but that’s exactly what he does. At first, he’s gentle, but his tongue is in your mouth not a second later, swirling around. “I’ll come if you keep taking me down your throat so well.”
“God, I’m close too,” Changbin says, sounding more and more fucked out each time he opens his mouth. He can’t help it though, not when your walls are sucking his dick in so well, even though you’re moving slowly. If you moved just a tad faster, he’d blow.
“Can’t come without giving you everything you want,” Minho says and kisses you again, this time sinking his teeth into your bottom lip, which makes you grunt and grab his shoulders.
“Right,” Changbin takes a deep breath before speaking up again, careful not to sound too fucked out. “Lie down.”
You do as instructed and slowly lower yourself onto Changbin’s firm chest, which he uses as a chance to wrap his arms around you and adjust his hips so he can slowly move them and fuck you from below. The warmth of his sweat-covered body pressed against yours makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine, so you just relax and let Changbin take the lead.
“What a sight,” Minho says, in awe of what he’s seeing right in front of him. He’s looking at your pussy while Changbin fucks it slowly, so he leans in to get a better look before looking up at you with a smirk.
Because Changbin’s propped up on two pillows, you’re almost sitting up, so you have a great view of Minho, and seeing him enjoy the sight of you two fucking thrills you even more. “Like what—fuck!—you see?” you try to tease him but fail because Changbin’s doing a great job of thrusting into you.
“You would too if you could see this,” Minho quips as he places both hands on the inside of your thighs and helps you spread them out even more, pushing down on the skin gently, completely entranced by Changbin’s cock entering you.
Minho doesn’t feel that way because he’s never seen something like this up close, not at all. It’s because it’s you and your tight little pussy looking so full with Changbin filling you full of cock.
“Your cunt looks really tight and wet for Changbin… Full of cock. Looks like I couldn’t even fit a finger in, you’re sucking his big dick right up,” he shares his opinion, making you groan in response while Changbin bites down on your shoulder.
He can’t take much more, not if Minho’s going to keep talking about nasty shit like that, shit that will haunt him for years. Will Changbin ever not jerk off to hearing how his dick fills you up nicely? Nope.
“Fuck, Minho,” you stare right into his eyes as Changbin’s making your legs shake. He’s going a lot slower than before, but it makes you feel so good because you feel every inch of him against your walls. “That’s so fucking hot.”
That, paired up with the way Minho’s staring at your crotch is enough to keep you moaning loudly. Then, he decides to start using that dirty mouth of his and you almost faint because of how good he’s making you feel.
“You look so pretty stuffed with cock… So tight, looks like Changbin’s about to split you into two,” he gives out a light chuckle as his gaze flies up to your eyes, for just a second, and he looks so sweet and innocent when he’s smiling like that. You can’t connect the sweet face with the nastiness falling from his pretty lips. “So wet, taking all of him in, fuck… Can’t wait.”
“Sucking me right up, fuck,” Changbin agrees and places a soft kiss on your neck because that’s all he can do. He wishes he could kiss you and grope you and fuck you real hard, but the fun in end in a minute because he wouldn’t be able to contain himself. “Keep taking it for me like a good little slut, will you? I’ll go harder now, give it to you right, huh?”
“Fuck yes, Binnie,” you turn your head to the side so you can kiss him and it’s the hungriest kiss you’ve given someone, consisting of only tongues and helpless sucking as he fucks into you from below at a faster pace, getting you more and more wet with each thrust. “Fuck me!”
“Now you’re going to be a good girl,” Minho pats your thighs gently, “and you’re going to let us know when Changbin hits that spot that makes you feel like you need to pee, okay?”
Changbin knows what he has to do, so he lowers his hands and crosses them over your hips so he can keep you in place while he adjusts again and starts thrusting into you. The first thrust feels good but doesn't reach that spot.
The second one is too deep, too sharp, and it makes you hiss, so Changbin shifts his hips again and tries again. This time, he hits the spot that makes you let out a guttural moan. It’s deep and kind of painful because of how intensely amazing it is. Your moan makes your two friends look at each other knowingly before nodding.
“Now Changbin’s gonna keep hitting that, okay?” Minho asks and continues only after receiving a nod from you. “And if you start feeling like you have to pee, don’t hold it in, hm?”
With that, Minho leans in and attaches his mouth to your clit, which makes you lean back into Changbin’s chest even more and moan loudly, bucking your hips into Minho’s face. You weren’t expecting him to go down on you while a cock was inside of you, but you weren’t about to complain.
“Relax,” Changbin kisses your neck gently and whispers when he senses how tense you are and how you’re moving your hips. “It will fall out if you move like that,” he explains and you nod, moaning all along. You don’t want him to stop fucking you, so you let go. “Let Minho eat your pussy while I fuck you… We want you to squirt all over him, hm… So relax, enjoy it…”
The fact that his hands are wrapped around you, keeping you pressed against his firm body, makes you feel even better. You try to do what Changbin says and relax, spreading your thighs once again, allowing Minho’s nimble tongue to send shivers down your spine. And Minho seems to be loving it. He’s so into sucking your clit and playing with it that it doesn’t seem like he’s breathing.
“Minho, fuck,” your hands fly to his head and you tug at his hair, pushing his face into your crotch even more, and he loves knowing you’re enjoying his tongue that much. “Keep going.”
“Is he good with his tongue?” Changbin teases from the side, teeth sinking into your earlobe before his mouth attaches to your neck hungrily. “Making you feel good?”
“Perfect,” you respond but can barely speak. “So good.”
“Am I hitting the spot?” He asks and then you realize Changbin’s been focusing on hitting that same spot ever since Minho helped him find it.
“You’re doing a great job,” you compliment him and Changbin practically purrs into the crook of your neck, liking your praise a bit too much. “You’re fucking me so well, Binnie…”
Your body on top of him is messing with his head too much already, so hearing that you like what his dick is making you feel makes Changbin’s head spin. Is this bliss? He can’t find a better word to describe the state he’s in. He loves it so much that he doesn’t even care about the way his glutes are cramping because he’s trying to hit the same spot with each thrust.
Your screams get louder and louder, and Minho pulls away an inch or two, enough to look up at you before he spits directly on your clit. Then, he places the bottom of his palm against your clit and starts moving it against your skin fast, so fast you lose your breath and start practically screaming.
If the neighbors can hear, they probably think someone’s being murdered, but the pressure Minho’s applying to your clit feels just too good combined with Changbin hitting that spot.
“Like it, huh?” Minho’s voice sounds raspy now, and his eyes are focused solely on your crotch. “Binnie’s fucking you real good, right?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you agree, hand flying up so you can now grab Changbin’s hair and tug at it since Minho’s too far away for you to do that. “So good!”
“God, you’re so fucking wet for us,” he snickers now, still rubbing your clit furiously, face distorting in concentration. “Look so pretty stuffed full of cock like this.”
You nod, unable to speak as you feel the pressure rise and a ball of warmth starts seeping from your lower belly. You want to tell Minho you’re coming, but you can’t, so you just release and let go, arching your back and screaming, which Changbin takes as a sign that he should lower his hips and let his cock fall out, even though he’s beginning to feel you pulsating around him, which makes him want to stay inside and come all over your walls.
As soon as he pulls out, it’s like the dam breaks, and you’re spraying liquid all over Minho’s hand and Changbin’s crotch, screaming as Changbin keeps you in place while Minho keeps rubbing your clit until the magic word leaves your mouth.
The second Minho hears ‘stop’, he moves his palm away and pats your thighs gently, rubbing circles into them with his thumbs. You can’t move for a while, let alone speak, as all you can see is white, so you close your eyes and enjoy the way Changbin’s hands are caressing your sides and his mouth is kissing the side of your neck as you try to calm down.
Minho watches your chest heave up and down as you try to catch your breath but your crotch is so much more inviting—your pussy is still a bit spread since Changbin was in it not even a minute ago, and it’s all wet. You, Changbin, Minho’s hand, his thighs, all of it is covered with your slickness, and Minho can’t help but feel proud. It took two of them, but they got you to squirt, and that’s what matters.
His cock is hard and leaking, so he moves in until he’s kneeling between your and Changbin’s legs. “Can I?”
You aren’t sure what Minho’s asking permission for, but you give it to him, as long as he doesn’t touch your throbbing and painful clit. Changbin’s hands are still wrapped tightly around you and they help keep you in place as you feel Minho’s tip entering you.
“Fuck!” Minho mumbles and slides right in, your warmth engulfing him again, and he enjoys the feeling way too much.
So do you, so you spread your legs out wider and let him fuck you until he comes, as you’re sure this is his goal. You love feeling his dick inside of you, even though you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm of your life. It’s like you can’t get enough, each of them turns you on by just touching you or looking at you, and you never want it to stop.
“Are you gonna come for me?” You ask teasingly, and Minho chuckles but feels like he’s going to blow any second now.
“Mhm,” he hums in agreement and continues with his shallow thrusts, not wanting you to become too sensitive since Changbin has to come, too. Tonight’s all about sharing, he reminds himself. “Can I come inside? Or all over you?”
“Wherever you want,” your words instantly make him release his load, half inside, half outside.
While Minho loves the feeling of coming inside of you and filling you up with cum, he also has to see his cock shooting sperm all over your mound. He’s grunting and moaning, not even caring that you and Changbin can see and hear him fall apart, his eyes glued to your crotch. Minho enjoys the way his cum slowly drips down your pussy, covering it in white.
Then, he leans in and gives your slit a loud smack with his still hard cock before chuckling and patting your thigh. “Binnie’s turn!”
“Oh fuck,” Changbin mumbles from under you, hands still holding you. “Can’t fucking move.”
“You have to come too,” you tell him, turning your head to the side so you can kiss him again, which Changbin gladly accepts. “Let’s just move to the side.”
You do exactly that, and Changbin uses one hand to prop himself up while you lift your right leg and allow him to enter you from the side. Minho’s now sitting on the bottom of the bed, legs spread, breathing heavy, and watching Changbin rub his cock against your slit, covering it in Minho’s cum before entering you, fucking all of his cum right back inside of you, and it makes his throat constricts because it is so dirty and nasty and he loves it.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” Changbin mutters into your ear as his hand keeps your leg in the air while he pumps himself into you. He speeds up, and, for a while, all you can hear are your own grunts mixed with his and the sound of skin hitting skin over and over again. That is until Changbin moans and stays buried inside of you, moving only an inch, letting your walls milk all his cum out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Changbin’s feeling weak all of a sudden, so he gently places your leg back down and hugs you from behind, nuzzling up to your neck. You’re not his girlfriend, he’s not dating you, the sex part is over, but Changbin feels the need to hold you close because he’s just ejaculated all over your pussy, and he doesn’t care about anything else at that moment.
“This was so hot,” you tell them, looking at Minho, who’s still sitting on the bed with legs spread, staring at your crotch. “Fuck.”
“I want in on the cuddles,” he says, moving up and lying down next to you, his side pressed against you, inviting you to wrap your hand and leg around him, which you instantly do.
“Where have you two been?” You ask, unable to explain what you’re feeling any better. These two guys who can fuck so well have been your friends all these years, and you had no idea they could do anything like this, was your point.
“Right here, where we always are,” Changbin mumbles against the back of your neck and then rests his forehead on it, hand lazily caressing your side.
“Can’t wait to hear what your actual New Year’s resolution is,” Minho is quick to joke before he leans in and pecks your lips, and it feels strange but good. Maybe you should wish for this on New Year’s too, and try some of their fantasies.
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