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sugaringjungwoo · 1 year

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My Favorite Client

FemaleTattooArtist!Reader x NonIdol!Johnny

Word Count: 3,062

Genre: Smut

Author: Miss Bat🦇

Summary: You’re a tattoo artist and you have an appointment with your favorite client, Johnny Suh, who knows how to leave a good tip ;)

Tags: Johnny x reader, slight praise kink, big dick johnny

Warnings: Smut 18+, Minors DNI

Authors Note (Miss Bat): hiiii babiesssss!!! this one is for all the johfam with a crippling ink master addiction!! perhaps thats just me and perhaps this was a bit self indulgent but I hope you can still enjoy it! the image of johnny covered in tattoos haunts me day and night. I’m so excited to be posting fics to share with people I hope I am able to make friends with fellow nctzens to gush over johnny with <3 <3 <3 please let me know your thoughts I would love to hear them!! love love love u xx Miss Bat🦇

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You had just finished setting up for your last client of the day when your phone buzzed on the counter.

Text from Johnny: stopping by starbucks on my way to the shop. want anything?

You smiled and responded with your order. When Johnny had started getting tattooed by you he quickly became your favorite client. Long sessions of sitting with him had shown you what a charming and charismatic guy he was, and it didn’t help that he was the hottest person you’d ever seen. You loved when Johnny came in to get tattooed and lately he had been making longer and longer appointments and getting bigger pieces. You had finished his full sleeve and today you were starting on his thigh.

Soon enough, Johnny walked through the door with your coffee in his hand and a smile on his face. “Ready for this?” You asked, showing him the design you had drawn up on your ipad.

“Wow. You always amaze me, every time” he said, admiring your work. Most people did enjoy your art when you showed them, it made sense considering they would be getting it etched into their skin forever, but something about Johnny complimenting your work made your stomach do backflips.

You set up for the 5 hour session and asked him to get comfortable. When he opted to sit up rather than lay down you looked at him with a puzzled look.

Johnny just smirked, “I like to watch,” he said, staring at you with his deep brown eyes. You bit the inside of your cheek, begging yourself not to get flustered. You nodded and picked up your machine, getting into a comfortable position to start working, hoping you could keep yourself together. When the familiar buzz of the tattoo gun rang through the room your body snapped into professional mode and you began.

When you pulled the first line on Johnny’s skin he let out a hum of pain. “You good?” you asked, looking up at him from in between his legs.

“I’m perfect.” he said, lazily sipping from his own coffee he had brought. Not a hum of pain, but of approval. You gave him a smirk of your own and focused back on finishing the outline.

Throughout the 2 hours it took to complete the line work you chatted with Johnny, catching up on shows you had watched, places you had been, and things you had done since he had last been in. Conversation with him was easy and comforting, making the time go by quickly. Not every client was like that, sometimes it was just as painful for you to sit there in silence as it was for the person getting tattooed to endure the pain of needles blasting into their skin.

Every once in a while you would notice Johnny still sipping his coffee and you grew jealous. Stopping to pick up your drink would require you to change your gloves and then reset your position and you preferred to just power through. Still, you couldn't stop eyeing the coffee sitting on your work table every time you turned to dip into more ink.

Johnny noticed too, he reached over and picked up the cup and offered it to you, straw pointing towards your mouth. You looked up at him again and your breath caught in your throat. He was looming above you, hand wrapped around the cup offering it to you in a way you couldn’t help compare to his-

“Thanks,” you said, leaning in to take a sip. All the while you held his stare as you sucked from the straw, something dark flashed into his eyes as he made a similar comparison in his own mind. Blush threatened to mark your cheeks as you swallowed and got back to work.

All too soon you were putting the finishing touches on his tattoo, biting your lip in focus as you stepped back to see if anything needed to be added or filled in. “Okay, I think that’s it, wanna take a look?” You asked, setting the machine down and stepping to the side to let him walk to the mirror and see the finished product.

He jumped off the table and walked up to the mirror, holding the leg of his shorts up to reveal your masterpiece. “Incredible, really. I love it, I’m not surprised, you always kill it.” He beamed at you. Your stomach once again tightened at his approval.

“I’m glad you like it. Some of my favorite work is on you. I need you to follow me around and be my walking portfolio.” you joked.

“That could easily be arranged, do you pay well?” He tossed back. The little banter between the two of you always warmed your heart. He made his way back to the table for you to take photos and put the protective plastic over his new tat so he could leave.

You were telling him the aftercare instructions for taking care and healing the tattoo even though he was well aware after being here so many times. “But make sure to wear loose clothes so it doesn’t mess it up before it fully heals.” You said as you finished wiping his leg down with a cleansing solution. When you looked up at him he stared back with glassy eyes. “Are you even listening to me?” you asked jokingly waving a hand in front of his face.

Johnny opened his mouth slightly and let out an uneven breath, “it’s hard to pay attention when you’re rubbing my leg like that.” Your body had empty threats against the blush that easily fought its way onto your cheeks. After so many hours in the studio with Johnny, the two of you had mindlessly flirted back and forth but something about this felt different. His tone and demeanor shifted and you found yourself pressing your thighs together.

You finished wrapping his leg and he stood up, towering above you. “Thanks for the ink.” He said, stepping closer and invading your space, showing how tall he really was.

You swallowed hard, “it’s always a pleasure, Johnny” you said his name slowly, too slowly.

He brought his hand up to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear, “oh please,” he started, “the pleasure was all mine. I wish there was a way I could repay you.” And you knew he didn’t mean monetarily.

You bit your lip, not helping yourself out in any way as you stared back at him with nothing but lust in your eyes. With that, his lips were on yours. He dove in for a kiss, quick, but purposeful. He pulled back, testing the waters, and you reached for his neck to pull him back in, giving him confirmation that you wanted him as bad as he wanted you. His tongue pushed past your lips and collided with your own.

At some point during his tattoo your coworkers had finished up for the day, leaving you and Johnny alone in the shop. Good. He leaned down and grabbed at one of your thighs, picking you up as you wrapped your legs around him. Without breaking the kiss he carried you back to the table he had just sat on for 5 hours and placed you down exactly where he had been. His hands slid up your thighs, across your hip and swiftly lifted your shirt over your head. Your hard nipples stared back at him, begging. He palmed one tit and continued kissing you while rubbing a thumb over the perked bud. Your hands grew needy as they slid under his shirt feeling his toned body, covered in ink you had given him. You lifted his shirt overhead, admiring your work.

Johnny followed your eyes to his torso and chuckled, “this one’s my favorite,” he said, pointing to a piece you had done on his ribs, “I get the most compliments on it.” You did nothing to stop the shiver that went down your spine, or the light moan that escaped your mouth. “You like that baby? Being told how good you are?” Johnny asked, tracing his thumb across your bottom lip. You nodded your head, sinking deep into that feeling of desire. “Then be a good girl for me and lay down.” He whispered into your ear.

You let yourself rest your back against the cold leather of the table as Johnny let his hands graze down your body, across your breasts, down your stomach, landing at the top of your jeans. He slowly undid your belt and the button of your pants without taking his eyes off your face. He dipped his fingers into the waistband and removed your pants and underwear in one move. Then you were naked, completely bare to him. He put a hand on either knee, spreading you open. You didn’t feel the need to snap your legs together and hide, there was no embarrassment present as you showed Johnny how obscenely wet you were for him.

“So perfect.” He said with a low rasp to his voice. You let out a whimper and he just huffed a laugh, knowing you got off on his compliments alone. He leaned in and gave a slow lick up your slit, stopping to swirl his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top. You arched your back off the table as pleasure shot through your body. Johnny feasted on you like you were his last meal he’d ever get. His tongue dipped inside of you and your hips bucked off the table. He wrapped a large tattooed arm over your waist, pinning you down.

He continued his assault on your clit as he brought his other hand to your center slowly inserting one finger deep inside of you. He sucked and licked at you until your body was on fire. You didn’t stop the noises of approval you made as he added a second finger to you, curling upwards to rub against that perfect spot. He worked you up to the edge of orgasm relentlessly pumping his fingers in and out. You plunged your hands into his hair, pulling lightly to let him know you were close to breaking. He slid his hand across your body to pinch one of your nipples as you crashed over the edge, releasing everything you had held back every time you had seen him. All the lust and desire hidden behind hours of harmless flirting came flowing out as you came on his tongue.

Panting, you watched as he raised from his position slowly trailing kisses up your body, stopping to pull a nipple into his mouth. He circled his tongue around the bud and grazed his teeth over it lightly biting you. You sucked in a breath through your teeth. “You just shredded my leg with a needle for 5 hours, I think you can handle a little biting.” He said as he repeated his motions on your other boob. You pulled him up to kiss you again and he rested his weight on his elbows, caging you under his body. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him to your aching core begging for more. As his hips pressed against yours you could feel how hard he was through his shorts. You knew Johnny was big but you could feel just how massive he was now that his cock was straining under the fabric, teasing you. He straightened his spine and stood up to remove the shorts keeping him from being inside of you. When his erection sprung free your mouth watered and you sat up to get a better view.

He took a step towards you, closing the gap separating you. You watched as he glided the tip of his cock over your pussy, movements becoming painfully slow as he brushed over your clit over and over again.

“Just fuck me already” you begged.

Johnny laughed and let a hand slide up to gently wrap around your throat. “Speak nicely to me,” he commanded.

You swallowed thickly and looked at him with innocent pleading eyes, “Please fuck me Johnny,” you blinked through heavy lashes, “pretty please.”

Johnny gave you a wicked smile and you felt the head of his cock prod your entrance. The air left your lungs as you welcomed him inside of you. Your head fell back as you savored every inch of him pushing against your inner walls. You felt completely full as you looked down to where you were joined only for your eyes to pop out of your skull. He was only half way in. Johnny had a hand on your hip restraining himself, giving you time to adjust before he worked further into you. You bit your lip and took a deep breath looking up to his face to find him staring at you with amusement. “Take it slow, I’m a big guy.”

That had you groaning as you pulled him to your mouth. He leaned you back against the table again as he angled himself at the edge slowly giving you the rest of him. He gave you long, comforting strokes down your thighs helping you relax into his touch. You sucked him into your blazing core and with that last expression of desire you found him fully sheathed inside of you. At last he began moving, making you see stars. Nothing had ever felt as delightful as him thrusting into you.

Johnny's hands settled on your waist to keep you stable while he let himself glide in and out over and over again. Your breath was ragged as you struggled to keep from climaxing every time his cock pushed up against your sweet spot.

“You’re taking me so well baby. Do you feel how deep I am?” Johnny panted. He laid a hand across your lower abdomen so he could feel just how deep he was. He pushed your legs up, holding your calves on either side of his head watching himself glisten in your arousal every time he pulled out of you slightly before filling you all over again. His eyes never left your core and yours never left his beautiful face. He dropped your legs and let them fall to his sides as he reached for your neck. He raised your head up, angling you to see what he had been looking at the whole time. His cock slipped into you effortlessly. “I told you I like to watch. Look at how perfect you look, taking all of me.” He groaned, fucking you deeper and deeper with every stroke.

His thrusts got faster pushing you over the edge of euphoria into something much greater. Suddenly that rope in your stomach snapped and you were cumming on his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm. Slowing his speed, he let you recover before pulling out of you and dragging you up to kiss him.

He picked you up off the table once again and slowly lowered your feet to the ground. He pulled back from your mouth and petted a hand over your sweaty forehead, pushing your hair back. “Be a good girl and give me one more, okay?”

You simply nodded, you’d give him anything at this point. At that confirmation he turned you around and pushed your chest down on the table, fully exposing your still sensitive pussy to him. He dragged his cock over your clit sending a shiver through your entire body before pushing back into you. He felt even deeper from this angle, completely filling your body, mind, and soul with him.

Johnny pounded into you with extreme precision and you knew it wouldn’t take long for you to cum again. He harshly gripped your hips, pulling you into him every time he met your body with his. You could tell he was close as his strokes became quicker, more desperate for release. One of his hands snaked around to the front of your body and began drawing quick circles on your clit. Your pussy clamped down on him as you came undone for the final time. Johnny fucked into you one more time before he pulled out, shooting cum across your ass and back.

You laid there, still out of breath, coming down from a high you felt like you’d never reach again. The cold feeling of a wet paper towel pulled your focus as you realized Johnny had grabbed them off your workstation to clean you up. He helped you stand until your feet were stable enough for you to start pulling your clothes back on.

When you were both dressed you stared at him, still trying to even your breathing. “Well that was fun,” you said, straightening your shirt.

Johnny smirked and stepped forward to meet you with a gentle kiss. His hands roamed your body and settled on your ass, sliding something into your back pocket. When he pulled back he ran his thumb across your cheek, “do you have any openings next week? I want another one, this shits addicting.” he said, not completely sure if he was talking about tattoos or you.

“I always have time for my favorite client.” You smiled up at him.

Johnny slapped a hand over his heart, “I’m your favorite?” he gasped in fake surprise.

“Well no one knows how to tip quite like you,” you said with a wink.

Johnny’s smile softened as he ran his hand down your arm, pulling your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckles. “I’d hope not, I prefer to have you all to myself.”

Something warm filled your chest at his simple display of affection. With that, Johnny turned and walked towards the door, “see you next week.” he said before leaving.

You started to clean up your work area after the vigorous tip he had left you and you remembered he had slid something into your back pocket. You pulled out what ended up being a wad of cash and you remembered you had forgotten to ask him to pay. After that, you were willing to let him have that tattoo for free, but you counted the money he had left and realized he had grossly overpaid. You folded the money up and shoved it back in your pocket smiling to yourself. And you couldn’t wait to do it all again next week.

A/N: thanks so much for readinggggg!!! I hope you enjoyed it <3 I love johnny a lot and cant wait to write more!!

luv u xx Miss Bat🦇

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sugaringjungwoo · 2 years

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Five Minutes...

FemaleReader! x SneakyLink! Haechan

Word Count: 3,157k

Genre: Smut

Author: Miss Rat 🐀

Summary: You invite Haechan over for one of your regularly scheduled hookups. But once he finds a vibrator in your drawers, he decides to take matters into his own hands. Upon finding the object, Haechan decides to offer up a bet. Never one to miss out on some good competition, you reluctantly accept his wager.

Tags: Haechan x reader, sneaky link Haechan, both reader and Haechan are a little bratty, competition, masturbation, voyeurism, dirty talk, slight degradation, masturbation (male and female), oral sex (female receiving).

Warnings: Smut 18+, Minors DNI, very slight degradation kink.

Authors Note (Miss Rat ): Hi everyone! This is our very first fic. We’re so excited to start this account, and have a lot of great stories we can’t wait to share. We love writing, and are always open to fic/pairing suggestions. Please feel free to hit us up if you want more! xoxoxo Miss Rat

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Nothing pissed you off more than the fact that Haechan always seemed to strut into your room like he owned the place. He’d walk in and busy himself with whatever caught his attention first. Whether it was messing with the jewelry on your dresser or rearranging the books on your shelf, he always busied himself with whatever caught his eye first. Anything to make it seem like you were the last thing on his mind. Despite this, you knew that he would inevitably find himself racing to your house as soon as he got the “You up?” text.

He loved finding the most random thing and criticizing you for it. A sock underneath your bed? He’d tell you next time you should think about cleaning up the place a little before inviting over a guest. A water cup on your night stand? You should really think about doing the dishes.

All of this was enough to push your buttons, but it was Haechan after all. You two were always like this. You’d find something equally annoying about him, and point it out. Until eventually you both got tired of the snide remarks, and the soft touch of his lips would take away almost everything about him that you found annoying.

Neither of you wanted to admit how much you enjoyed hooking up with each other. At first, it was all about the chase. Haechan wanted you, but you didn’t want him. A few months later, you wanted him, but he didn’t seem to want you anymore. Finally, perhaps by fate, one drunken night sealed the deal.

He made it seem like you were one of many booty calls, but given how much he was over, you doubted that. He always acted like he was busy every night, but told you that maybe he would be able to stop by. But there wasn’t a single time that he wouldn’t, so eventually you called him on his bluff.

“Come over if you want”

“I’m busy”

“Fine, I can take care of it myself”

Haechan left you on read. That would scare most, but you weren’t faint hearted when it came to him. You knew he wanted you, that he couldn’t say no.

You figured he must have known how hooked on you he was, and that’s why he still pretended that he was standing in your room for any reason but what was completely obvious to both of you.

This time, he must have decided that he had already hit every corner of your room. Because eventually, he started rummaging through your dresser drawers.

“Um, excuse me?” You said annoyedly as you sat on your bed. You leaned back against your elbows, hoping to give him a scenic view of your perked nipples through your white tank top. He didn’t notice though, he was too occupied with his most recent discovery.

“Found it” Haechan grinned mischievously as he held up an expensive looking purple vibrator.

“Yeah Haechan, I have a vibrator. Most women do?” You rolled your eyes, ready to hurry this whole charade along. You were much more impatient than you usually were. Normally, you loved poking his buttons, and secretly loved when he did the same to you. It was pretty much foreplay at this point. But right now you were horny, and you wanted Haechan to quit playing around and put his mouth where you needed it most.

“Is this why you said you didn’t need me tonight” Haechan raised his eyebrows as he inspected the purple object, still refusing to make eye contact with you.

“I spent good money on it, of course I don’t need you,”

Haechan gave you a wicked smile, and flattened his palm. Nonchalantly, he slapped the vibrator against his open hand.

“Hey!” You screamed, jumping off the bed to rip it from his hands, “I told you, that’s expensive”

“I’m free though baby,” Haechan cooed as he walked backwards, keeping the vibrator just out of your reach.

You rolled your eyes for probably the tenth time tonight, and said “But a vibrator doesn’t talk back to me, it’s worth the extra cost”

Haechan gave you a look, and you knew he was immediately calling your bluff. “Lay down,” He commanded as he grinned.

You sat on your bed and crossed both your arms and legs in some weak attempt to block your body from his gaze. But his stare burned right through you. His eyes were relentless, you could tell every shift of his gaze was spent undressing you. He twirled the vibrator in his fingers as he sauntered over.

When he approached you at your bed, he kneeled down so that your clothed pussy was eye level with his mouth. “Finally” you thought to yourself, ready to move this along.

He placed one hand on each side of you, uncrossing your hands from your chest to the side of your legs. “I want you to use it, since you love it so much.”

You scoffed, “If I was just gonna rub one out, then I wouldn’t have invited you over”

“But I wanna watch” Haechan tilted his head to the side passive aggressively and smiled.

You sighed deeply, “Haechan, just fuck me already. I’m tired of playing around,”

Haechan nodded, and placed the purple vibrator on your bedside table.

You smiled knowing you were victorious with your words. That was until he whispered, “Beg for it?”

You shook your head in surprise. “What?”

“Beg. For. It.” Haechan said snarkily.

“I…” You continued, still a little confused. Sure, you and Haechan played around and pretended like you didn’t want to fuck each other. But you were never able to keep your hands away for long. The feeling was always mutual. You both would decide you’d had your fun for long enough, and the sexual tension would grow so, that neither of you would be able to hold back. But now for some reason, Haechan wasn’t finished playing this game. He had one goal, and one goal only. Proving to both you and himself that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

When you stuttered, Haechan leaned forward and whispered into your ear again,

“I want you…” He said as he pointed a finger at your chest, “To beg for me,” when he said that he moved his finger to point towards his erection straining in his pants. You were so preoccupied with his words, you didn’t even notice just how hard his length had become in his gray sweatpants. You could feel your mouth begin to water at the sight, and your core twitched in anticipation. Haechan was drawing things out far longer than they needed to be, and the effect on your body was already taking its toll.

Your silence must have been a definitive answer for him. Haechan nodded his head, and grabbed your vibrator off the nightstand again. “If you don’t want to beg, then here you go” he said as he held it out towards you.

With a half hearted smile, you snatched it out of his hand. “Fine. I’ll finish the job myself”

Haechan looked a little shocked, probably because you knew he didn’t actually think you would choose a silicone object over him. But he quickly brushed it off, ready to launch his next attack.

You laid back on your bed and got yourself comfy on your pillows. Haechan moved from the floor so that he was sitting next to you on the mattress. You began taking your sweatpants off slowly, refusing to make eye contact as you did.

Your sheer red underwear left little to the imagination. Whenever you asked Haechan to come over, you always made sure you were wearing your comfiest sweats. You wanted it to look like you couldn’t care less whether or not he was here. That you weren’t actually spending half an hour scrubbing your skin raw and lathering it with lotion before he came over. You never wore a bra, that was a given. But the underwear? You always made sure to put on something he would like.

And it was working, the man was practically drooling when he saw your clothed pussy. The wet spot on your underwear had his mouth going dry, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you even if he tried.

Just to be extra annoying, you kept your top and underwear on. You lowered your vibrator closer to your center at an achingly slow pace, just to keep him on his toes a little. Before you could give yourself the satisfaction of reaching your folds, Haechan grabbed your wrist.

“Give in already?” You smirked as you placed the vibrator at your side and used your arms to lean forward in a sitting position.

Haechan shook his head and lightly pushed your chest back down so that you returned to your lying position. He picked up the vibrator, and pointed it at you. “I want you to use this on yourself, and try to keep from cumming for five minutes. If you can manage to do that, then I’ll fill you up like the good little slut I know you are”.

You had to hold back a laugh, “What? You want me to edge myself?”

Haechan nodded. “And here, I’ll help you start”

Your breath hitched uncontrollably when you felt his hands pull down your lacey underwear by the corners. When he had undressed your lower half fully, he slowly leaned forward. Just close enough that you could feel his warm breath against your now naked skin.

His hands gripped your thighs, and you couldn’t help but spread them graciously for him. He collected a pool of saliva in his mouth, and spit it out onto your now aching pussy. The feeling of the cold drool against your heated core had you rolling your head back and curling your toes.

You took a few moments to collect your thoughts, and ripped the vibrator out of Haechan’s hands aggressively.

“Five minutes” Haechan reminded you.

“Fine” You responded quietly. You decided you would just let your mind wander so you could purposely keep yourself from orgasming. You were horny, and sure, you wanted to cum. But you didn’t want to give Haechan the satisfaction of thinking he was winning. You could wait out five minutes, and he would probably get bored after a few moments anyways.

You started flipping through the settings, trying to land on your favorite one. But when Haechan ripped it from your hands again, you fought every urge to take it back and smack him in the face.

“I chose the speed” Haechan ordered as he began pressing on random buttons, trying to figure out which one was best suited for his mood. When he finally found one he liked, he nodded proudly and handed it back to you.

You rolled your eyes again, and attempted to make yourself comfortable one final time while you prepared yourself. You gritted your teeth as you pressed the object against your folds. The vibrations began traveling through your body, and the thought of Haechan’s eyes watching you while you pleasured yourself made you a lot hornier than expected. When you felt your legs begin to shake already, you squinted your eyes shut and turned your head towards the wall. You decided to empty your brain of anything that made you horny.

“What’s the quadratic formula again?” You thought to yourself, “X equals negative B…plus or minus square root…”

“I want you to look at me” You heard a low voice. Haechan grabbed your chin, and moved it so that you were facing him again. Hesitantly you opened your eyes, and when you saw Haechan’s cock in his hands, you had to hold back a curse.

Then you felt it again. That familiar pleasure that always betrayed you, no matter how hard you tried to shut it down. You jerked your pussy forward in response, and tried to focus on anything that wasn’t Haechan’s erect length.

So you decided to look him straight in the eyes, as if that might intimidate him a little bit. But fuck, it was almost worse. His eyes were half closed with pleasure, and his wet lips were parted softly. His long hair fell angelically on his cheekbones, and you had to fight back the urge to attack his lips with your own.

“Why don’t you change to another speed,” Haechan raised his eyebrow, his hand still stroking his cock.

Maybe changing to a different speed would keep you from going over the edge, so you decided to follow his orders reluctantly.

But this next speed did little to keep your orgasm from creeping up on you. The three short buzzes followed by a long fourth one was one of your favorites for a reason after all. When you heard Haechan spit into his hand again and rub it across his length, you couldn’t help but jerk your hips forward, rubbing your pussy against the vibrator in desperation for more friction.

You closed your eyes again, this time without being able to help it. Fuck, your whole body felt like it was on fire, had it been five minutes yet?

“You have three minutes left,” Haechan said as he looked at his watch, “Think you’re gonna make it?”

You gritted your teeth and nodded. Haechan smiled and placed both of his hands on your knees, pulling your legs further apart to get a better view of your glistening pussy. He moaned softly again, and you had to take several deep breaths in a row to keep yourself from going insane.

While you were basically fighting for your life, Haechan looked like he was the most comfortable man in the world. He moved himself in between your legs and laid on his stomach, using his elbows to support himself as he positioned his face directly in front of your open pussy. You felt so vulnerable. He was right there, only inches away from where you wanted him. He stared intently at you, licking his lips when he saw you squirm. It felt degrading having him stare at you while you did everything in your power to keep yourself from cumming, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. You loved every second of it.

“What are you thinking about right now?” Haechan asked curiously.

When you didn’t answer, he said “Are you thinking about my fingers? How good they would feel curled up inside of you right now?”

You bit your lip and closed your eyes again.

“Are you thinking about my mouth? How good it feels when I swirl my tongue over your clit?”

Haechan always loved dirty talk. But usually it was along the lines of “You’re taking my cock so good right now” or “I’m going to fuck you so good”

But now he was being incredibly descriptive, even for him. And you were eating up every second of it.

You couldn’t help but let your mind linger to the thought of his wet mouth against your pussy. The image alone had you letting out the moan you had been trying so hard to contain.

“That’s it baby, it feels good. Doesn’t it?” Haechan cooed. His hands found their way to your hips, and you used your free hand to grip him tightly.

“Yes…yes” You moaned out softly.

“You know how good I’m gonna fuck you after this, right baby? I’ll make you cum again, and again. And again”

You let out another moan, feeling yourself almost reach that peak of sweet relief.

“Are you about to cum for me?”

You nodded, and finally found the courage to open your eyes. You stared directly at Haechan, his bright eyes burning right through your skin.

And then. It stopped.

“FUCK” You screamed out, throwing the vibrator angrily across the room. You should have charged it last night, but you figured you’d invite Haechan over and wouldn’t need it anyways.

“Times not up yet baby” Haechan reminded you.

“It’s dead! What do you want me to do?” You screamed out frustratedly.

“Use your fingers” Haechan shrugged, still acting casual about the whole thing. Having your orgasm yanked away from you pissed you off, but seeing that Haechan was amused with himself and this whole situation made you even more angry.

But you were so fucking horny right now. You desperately rubbed your fingers against your clit, trying your best to replace the lost sensation of the vibrations.

“Fuck” You moaned out. You realized how pathetic you must have looked right now. Hysterically rubbing one out while you chased your orgasm.

“You're almost there baby” Haechan reminded you.

Thankfully, his encouragement was all you needed to finally push yourself over the edge.

Right before you were about to hit your peak, you felt Haechan’s wet lips suck against your clit. You finally felt the sensation you had been waiting for all night. Haechan licked at your folds furiously, and plunged two fingers deep inside of you before you could even register what was happening. You moaned out one final time as you felt the unbeatable sensation of your walls tightening and your legs shaking.

After you finished riding out your high, you looked at Haechan with glazed eyes. He wiped your release off of his face and smiled proudly.

Still wanting more, you grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him closer to you. The clashing of lips left you breathlessly moaning his name. Greedily, you bit his lips, signaling that even after your orgasm, you still needed more of him.

But when Haechan looked at his watch, you scowled.

He shook his head and made a tsking noise. “I’m sorry baby, but you only made it four minutes and fifteen seconds. We agreed on five minutes, didn’t we”

You were speechless. “Haechan, seriously?”

“Unless you want to beg-”

You pushed him over onto his back, and began grinding your still wet pussy all over his cock.

“Haechan, don’t you see how much I want you?” You cooed against his ear. You could feel his cock twitch against your folds, and knew he was doing everything in his power to hold himself back from launching into right then and there.

“Actions speak louder than words” He smiled as he grabbed your hair. When he pulled it harder and you felt the sensation of nails against your scalp, you moaned again.

“Please…” You muttered softly.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me Haechan…” You moaned louder this time.

For someone who spent so much time trying to always one up the man, there was surprisingly little shame in your voice. You were secretly satisfied with everything Haechan was doing. How he was holding himself back for this long just to hear you utter the words that would send him over the edge.

Haechan smiled deviously as he smacked your ass, “Be a good girl and bend over for me, will you?”

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