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yanavd-j · 11 months

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this is my (several days late) piece for @seita's corrupt-a-virgin collab! thanks a bunch for letting me participate!

pairing: toru oikawa x fem reader

contains: unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, swearing, corruption and corruption kink, loss of virginity, very light dacryphilia.

word count: 3036

**this work is intended for 18+ audiences only. minors do not interact. do not repost my work or recommend it on any other platform**

“Oh, it feels good though, doesn’t it?” he chuckles, breath wafting over your face as his fingers press against your crotch through the fabric of your panties.

It does feel good and you think that’s the worst part of it all. Toru’s fingers feel good, they feel so fucking good in fact that you’re embarassed at the memories of your own fingers between your legs like this, desperately trying to get yourself off to no avail.

“Hey,” he murmurs, nudging your noses together gently, making you catch his gaze; his eyes are so dark now that they look like molten dark chocolate. It’s only seconds until you’re lost in them.

“Hm?” you mumble, face horribly warm.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yeah,” the response tumbles from your mouth without any prompting from your brain. Toru smiles at you, dazzling and breathtaking as ever.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your lips. His fingers continue their slow circles against the fabric and it isn’t long before you feel wetness spreading around, making the fabric heavier and sticky.

It feels good, it really does- so good. He knows what he’s doing, that’s clear, but you try to push that thought from your mind with moderate success; he’s here with you now. That’s what matters. Someone as handsome and charming as Toru couldn’t go without pussy, and what was the harm? You’re enjoying it, reaping the benefits of his experience-

“Getting lost in that pretty little head of yours?” he coos, smiling against your cheek. Before you can answer, he’s speaking again. “I need to up my game, then,” he sucks slightly on your earlobe before pulling away. Long, elegant fingers hook underneath the flimsy fabric of your panties and he pulls down, exposing your glistening, aroused cunt to him.

You whimper, gasping slightly as your panties are slid away and the cooler air of the room hits your flushed skin. Out of instinct, you try to close your thighs, to hide your soft pussy from him, but he’s quick to keep your legs parted with his hands.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chides playfully, smirking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Keep these pretty legs open, baby. Can you do that? Be a good girl for me, now.”

Slowly, his index finger slides up and around your folds, the sensation eliciting a whine from you immediately. Your nerves alight with pleasure, tingling in a way you’ve never been able to feel from your fingers alone. This was better than anything you’d ever tried, and at this point you’re too far gone, too given in to the pleasure, to care if Toru knows that or not.

“Mmmmf,” you whimper, pressing your lips together tightly, and you hear a kind, amused chuckle from your lover.

“Sounds like you’re purring for me,” he tells you, leaning in to steal another kiss from your sweet lips. “Must mean you like this, huh?”

He tilts his head at you, waiting patiently and adorably for an answer. You’re able to nod, mouth suddenly too dry to let him know by speaking. But that seems to be okay with him, in fact, he seems to really enjoy the fact that you can’t speak at the moment.

“So if this feels good,” he continues, talking out loud to himself like you’re not even there, “then this must feel pretty great, huh?”

As he speaks, his fingers part your folds and he circles the pad of his finger against your clit. A loud cry tumbles from your lips immediately, pleasure surging through you at a dizzying pace as Toru plays with the acing, hard bud.

“Well, lookie here,” he says in that slightly mocking sing-song voice, “I’d say you like that, don’t you, baby?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. It feels so good, too good, and your toes are curling, back is arching, wetness spreads through you like you’ve never felt it before.

And then it’s gone. Toru takes his hands off you completely, causing your cunt to throb almost violently with the loss.

“Toru!” you whine, sounding more pathetic than you meant to, and if you weren’t so desperate, you would be embarrassed by how it sounds.

“I asked you a question, little girl,” he tells you, and though his voice is light and playful, there’s an edge underneath it. His eyes are hard. Looking back on this in hindsight, you realize he’s molding you here, shaping you into exactly what he wants.

The next words out of your mouth show him that you’ll allow this.

“It feels good, I like it,” you whimper, lips quivering, suddenly upset at the thought that you may have upset him or disappointed him in some way. Your hips move downward, sliding down the bed toward Toru, seeking out more of that pleasure.

“That’s what I was looking for,” he approves, sliding his hands back between your folds and returning his fingers to their work of circling your clit.

“I expect you to answer me when I ask you questions, princess,” he says, “otherwise I’ll have to punish my sweet girl… and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

You bristle. No. You don’t want that.

“Right,” you whimper, voice shaky and unsturdy with the pleasure he’s giving you, “don’t want that.”

And then he’s his normal self once more, sweet and teasing and mocking you in a sweet voice; completely being the Toru you know and love. This had been an experiment, you’ll realize later, to see what he could make you do, and to see what all he could get from you. You played right into his hand. Like taking candy from a baby...only easier.

“I’m gonna put my mouth on it, ‘kay?”

His next words pull you from your blissed pleasure quickly, like yanking you out of a warm, wet dream.

“Gonna do what?”

He laughs at your slurred words, settling himself on the floor between where your legs have draped over the side of the bed.

“I’m gonna put my mouth on this pretty little pussy,” he repeats, letting his lewd intentions drip off each letter as a triumphant grin spreads over his lips as you become visibly more flushed and shy and turned on than you were before.

“Why would you do that?” you want to know. Your question is met with another chuckle.

“Why don’t you be quiet and let me do it,” he replies, “and then you’ll know the answer to that question.”

You nod, face burning, and he winks at you, long lashes framing beautifully dark eyes, and then he bows his head and all you can see are the chocolate waves of his hair, where your fingers quickly find purchase once he slides his tongue over your folds, licking in one long, sloppy swipe.

It sends shivers up your spine, your mouth falls open, a whimper falling from it before you can register what’s happened. He repeats the action, using his strong hands to pull your thighs up to hook over his shoulders. All you can focus on is his tongue, is the way it feels like magic. It makes you cry out with each stroke over your folds.

His right hand is spread out at the bottom of your belly, beautiful fingers over soft skin, and his thumb starts swiping at your clit intermittently, in time with when he’s sliding his tongue over you. The added stimulation makes you groan and whine, catching your teeth harshly between your lips as you have to close your eyes from pleasured tears welling behind them.

Your back nearly snaps in half when he swirls his tongue around your clit. It sends every nerve alight with pleasure, his soft, wet, delicious tongue working against the sensitive nub is a dream, and the feeling of it makes you damn near lose all your senses.

At that moment, you don’t know your name. You don’t know how old you are or where you’re from, and you don’t even remember what you had for dinner that night. All you know is Toru and his tongue and his long, beautifully expert fingers and how they can make you feel like a goddess and bring you into a world of pure pleasure. Your brain is mushy, unable to string together a thought, let along a sentence, so the only thing falling from your lips as you rake your hands through beautifully styled trusses of Toru’s hair is broken syllables of his name.

It’s not long before you feel a different kind of euphoria creeping around the edges of your pleasure, blurring it, bringing it to zenith, the likes of which you’ve never known before. Your fingers haven’t brought you pleasure like this before, nor did your vibrator; no, this was unparalleled and uncharted territory.

“To-ru!” you cry out, voice hoarse and strained as you tug on his hair. “I’m go-nna,” you try to tell him, words failing you completely. He pays you no mind, continuing to slurp and suck and lick at your cunt and your clit, humming against your skin as though he’s completely unbothered.

One final sob leaves your lips before you cum harder than you ever have before. It washes over you like a wave so powerful that it nearly drowns you. Your vision spots white as tears fall from the corners of your eyes, and somewhere deep inside, you know that you’re addicted now, addicted to Toru and his tongue and what he can do with it. There’s no hope for you to ever escape, but it’s a good thing you don’t want to.

Your entire body, each nerve, sings with pleasure so bright and golden that you feel like you’re glowing, and from Toru’s perspective, you are. You look gorgeous in your bliss, and he’s so lucky, he thinks, to have such a wonderful seat from which to see it.

“Think you’re ready for me to put it in, babe?” Toru asks you, his voice now deeper than it had been. You blink at him, not comprehending, and he grins. The now familiar heat on your cheeks continues to burn as you see his slicked chin, clit throbbing as you know what he did to you to make such a mess of himself.

“Can I fuck you?” he asks , tilting his head with a slight blush on his cheeks, which only makes you heat up more.

“Yeah,” you whine out, causing his lips to pull into a grin. He kisses you again, and you taste your cunt on his mouth, much to your embarrassment and arousal. The slick of his chin slides over yours, but you’re unbothered by it. If anything, it excites you more because it’s messy and it’s sexy and it’s naughty.

“My good girl,” he coos affectionately, smirking at you. His fingers slide down your thighs before he speaks again, “I’m gonna finger you open now, okay?” He asks, concern evident in his tone.

“Yes,” you murmur, feeling the heat of arousal begin to pool again in your stomach as he begins touching your folds with his fingers. Then, he slides his index finger into the warm cavern of your cunt.

It feels weird. Good, but weird. Your body tenses a little bit, and you mewl, but he’s quick to soothe you with soft words.

“It’s okay, babe,” he murmurs, curling his finger gently as he fucks you with it. So slow. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” you groan, feeling wetness spread through you once more as his finger continues its slow, thorough path into and out of you. It’s another moment before you relax.

“That’s a good girl,” Toru says proudly, grin pulling at his lips as he slides another finger into you. Quickly, his hand is slick with your arousal, it’s dripping down his fingers and to the back of his hand, staining the sheets below you.

The second finger is easier to take now; it slides in easier and the pressure against your walls is delightful. As he hooks his fingers, you arch your back, feeling the soft pads of his fingers press against soft, spongy spots inside you that you never could have dreamed to reach with your own hand.

Toru’s third finger has your eyes prickling with tears of pleasure. It’s good, so good, to feel so full. Spit is dribbling from the side of your lip, but you’re unable to feel it, unable to realize you’re drooling for this man and his fingers. Arousal rushes from your cunt like a waterfall, the sheets underneath you will have to be changed because you’ve made them so wet. Never in your wildest dreams did you believe there were so many glorious spots within your walls, but now that Toru’s found them, all of them, you can’t imagine not having this again. You’re addicted to this feeling, too, to his fingers just as much as his mouth, and--

His fingers are gone.

It takes you a moment to register the loss, but when you do, you whimper, and it is so amusing that Toru huffs out a laugh through his nose. He’s standing now, pushing your body further up the bed and crawling over you. His cock, which is as pretty as his fingers, is red and throbbing from his own arousal. You’ve done that to him. You’ve made him that hard.

“Gonna fuck you now, sweet thing,” he rumbles in a deep voice. His hand fists around his cock and he tugs at it, grunting at the semblance of relief he finds in the action. “‘S it okay if I do that?”

“I think if you don’t fuck me, I’ll lose my mind,” you tell him in a slurred voice that feels disconnected from your body.

And he does. You’re wet enough that his cock splits you open with ease, although the size of it isn’t something you expect. As he hovers over you, his hand slides over your hair, petting it in a soothing gesture. He’s speaking to you softly, but you can’t hear the words because your heart is beating too loudly.

“Sweetheart,” he says, firmly now as his hand slides around your jaw. This brings you out of whatever reverie you’re in, and you’re able to look at him, albeit with a bleary gaze.

“Hm?” you mumble.

“Does it hurt?” he asks you, brow furrowed. You consider for a moment. No, it doesn’t hurt… you don’t want it to stop. It’s just...weird.

“No,” you say, shaking your head, “feels weird.”

His face relaxes and the line between his brows disappears as he smiles at you.

“Can you let me keep going?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Soon, his pelvis is flush against you as his cock is fully inside your cunt. The heat, the stretching, the intimacy of it makes your body and your insides feel hotter than the surface of the sun.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, rubbing his hands over your belly. “Taking my cock so well baby. Fits so nice in that little pussy, doesn’t it?”

“Yuh-yeah,” you whimper, holding onto his arms so tightly that your nails are cutting crescents into his skin, but neither of you can be brought from the moment to care.

“Still feel weird?” he wants to know.

“Al-m-ost good,” you pant out with great effort, cheeks burning with heat.

“You feel so good…” he starts kissing your jawline toward your ear, nibbling along the lobe and the cartilage, tugging gently with his teeth, just enough to make you whimper out, “...gonna start fucking you know, ‘kay pretty girl?”

“‘Kay, Toru.”

His hips move slowly, and it only takes two or three thrusts before almost good starts feeling a little good; and in mere moments, a little good morphs into really good. There’s a slight wet noise coming from where you’re coupled, and if you weren’t so high on your lover you’d be embarrassed by it, but you don’t care and neither does he.

His cock fills you even more perfectly than his fingers. It drags along every inch of you, rubbing, stimulating, enchanting your cunt and entire body with pleasure you’ve never known before.

“Toru,” you groan, hands finally releasing his arms to slide up and brush through his hair.

His face is flushed, a pretty pink color, and his eyes are so dark you don’t see any difference between pupil and iris. Sweat gleams on his forehead, and he’s staring into your eyes with the most intense, loving, needy gaze you’ve ever seen directed at you. His gaze makes you feel known. It makes you feel seen. It scares you and delights you, all at the same time.

“Taking my cock so well, baby,” he praises. “Like a little pro, you were made for this,” his words are cut off by a groan and he presses his face into your shoulder, hips moving slightly faster now as his own orgasm comes closer to his grasp. His balls slap your ass more frequently, the bed frame starts creaking and smacking against the wall, and your wails of pleasure are louder. Toru’s fingers are no longer calm and practiced as they swipe over your clit; now they’re frenzied and shaking.

“Gonna cum,” is the only warning you can say before you cry out, back arching as his cock presses against that particularly wonderful place inside you, as his fingers swipe just right.

You’re cumming, tugging his hair and whimpering out pathetically. Your walls clamp around his cock, milking it, and soon, his hips pause. They press in once more, and he moans, cock spurting ropes of hot cum along your walls.

Both of your breathing is ragged. Your heart is pounding so hard you can almost see it through your chest, and as Toru slumps against your body, you can feel heart battering his ribcage, too.

It’s quiet for a long time, but you don’t know how long it really is. Time moves slower now, it doesn’t make as much sense. All you know is that Toru’s hair smells wonderful. His weight on you is out of this world. His softened cock, his cum, his fingers, all are things you’re addicted to now.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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yanavd-j · 11 months

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𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 － ( 𝐈𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐌'𝐒 𝟏𝐊 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ )

[★] synopsis. your boyfriend is attempting the no nut november challenge and more than troubling him, the orgasm denials on his part are driving you crazy. after having had enough of his seemingly senseless resistance to fucking you, you devise a plan to tempt him into giving you exactly what you want, and luckily for you, it works much better than you expected it to

[★] pairing. heeseung x fem!reader [★] genre. smut [★] words. 4,765 [★] contains. unprotected sex, scratching, biting (kind of), overstimulation, grinding, thigh fucking, fingering, multiple orgasms

[★] notes. first fic for the 1k writing event! shot out to at @hee-pster for requesting! i hope you enjoy it jan <3 this was supposed to be a drabble but i couldn't stop writing, hence why it got lengthy. as always reblogs and feedback are highly encouraged and appreciated (pls don't be shy). thank you for taking the time to read this. smut is under the keep reading 👇🏽

it had been twenty days since your boyfriend had last had sex with you and you were finally at your wit's end. no amount of fingering, grinding, eating you out, or letting you play around with the toys he had bought you was cutting it out for you anymore. at this point, you could really care less about the no nut november challenge he was attempting, because you missed his cock and you did not have the patience to wait another ten days until the month was over.

you knew he was going to turn you down, but you were desperate, which inadvertently made you incredibly persistent. so, while he was slumped on the couch with his nintendo switch clutched between his busy hands, you approached him innocently, sliding down beside him as casually as you could.

his brows were furrowed in concentration, the tip of his tongue poking out from between his lips, eyes glued to the screen where his game was displayed, too engrossed in whatever battle he was in the midst of to acknowledge your presence.

"heeseung?" you called out to him, resting your head on your palm patiently. "hm?" he answered absentmindedly, raising his brows up high to prompt you to continue. instead of sharing what was on your mind, for a moment, you watched him silently, wondering if your lack of words would pique his interest, but just as you had expected, it was a futile attempt.

"son of a bitch," he muttered in disappointment, sitting up agitatedly to run a hand through his hair. you observed keenly as the dark strands fell back into place, hiding any trace that they had been displaced in the first place.

"i totally could have won that shit," he shared with you, shaking his head and rolling his eyes in annoyance. you nodded with a slightly sarcastic yet encouraging smile, placing your hand on this thigh to steal his attention for just a moment before he resumed another round of his absurdly time consuming game again.

he glanced down at your hand, bringing his eyes back to yours, giving you a suspicious look. "whatever it is that you want right now, my gut is telling me that the answer is no."

furrowing your brows, you dropped your pleasant expression, opting for a more pleading one instead. "but you haven't even heard what i have to say," you whined, leaning closer to him.

heeseung pushed you away as if you were a bad omen. "i bet you twenty bucks i'm still gonna say no to it," he deadpanned, turning to his switch to start a new level defiantly.

you snatched the device from his grasp, holding it behind your back in rebellion. jumping forward, he tried to steal it from you, but failed miserably. "hey! give it back babe. i'll be fucked if my level doesn't save."

"ugh heeseung, you're such a selfish jerk," you complained, admittedly a bit offended by his whining.

confused, he stared at you long and hard, trying to deduce what was going on before you could become even more upset with him. but when he turned up fruitless, he scratched his head and nodded in defeat. "okay, what is it? what do you want?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

sighing irritatedly, you scowled at him and let down your guard. "i want you to fuck me. right fucking now," you demanded firmly, adopting your no bullshit tone so he would know you meant business.

heeseung stared at you incredulously, blinking blankly as if he was lost at sea. the longer he took to reply to you, the more you narrowed your eyes at him. intimidated, he managed a peaceful grin, treading carefully. "now babe, you know i can't do that. but where is this coming from? are you horny? if you are then i can always work my dickless magic on you. just like we have been this entire time," he offered, attempting to add some humor to the situation.

but you weren't amused in the slightest. if anything, his refusal only added to your frustration. how were you supposed to explain to him that you were on the brink of insanity because of how long it had been since you had last felt his dick inside you?

"don't act like someone's holding a fucking gun to your head and forcing you to do this no nut november bullshit because i swear to god, i've had enough of it," you urged spitefully. "i don't even understand what sort of gratification you're going to get out if it. i mean, don't you realize that i have needs too? how could you agree to do this shit knowing damn well that you have an ever present girlfriend who can't go two days without craving your dick?"

you hadn't intended on getting mad at him when you had initially come here to persuade him. but you were so sexually frustrated that your emotions were getting the best of you. honestly screw it. if this wasn't convincing enough for him, you had no idea what more you could do.

you could tell by the look on his face that he felt bad for you. but he still seemed firm on his resolution, unwilling to break his resistance just to let you cream on his cock. "babe, as flattered as i am by your outburst, i'll assure you that it isn't as meaningless as it seems. like yeah, i've decided to do this on my own volition. but if i get through it, at least i'll know that i've got full control over my body. and like, you never know. that's a good thing to know about yourself," he explained, although all you were getting from the speech was a bunch of nonsense, nothing more, nothing less.

huffing in dismay, you lifted his hands in yours, trying again, this time, as sincerely as you could. "okay fine. it might have a purpose. but still, don't you want to fill me up with your cum? we both know perfectly well how good it feels. i've been dreaming about it for ages now. please heeseung. i can't wait any longer," you begged, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

his gaze soften, becoming less defensive. he cupped your cheek, pulling your face towards his. "oh y/n," he sighed, giving you a long kiss. "keep saying things like that and i just might give in," he admitted, chuckling to himself.

whining, you held his wrist, chasing after his lips in your embarrassing desperation. "come on. you know you want to," you exhorted, successfully pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. you bit his bottom lip as you pulled away, staring into his eyes eagerly. "i'm already getting so wet just thinking about it," you shared, tracing his fingertips gingerly.

you almost had him there. clenching his jaw in resistance, heeseung shook his head and pushed you away. "it's just another week and a half babe. it'll pass in the blink of an eye, just you wait," he encouraged, not knowing that to you right now, time seemed to be moving a lot slower than it normally did.

"what if i start crying right now?" you threatened, because you seriously felt like it. heeseung smiled, cracking his knuckles. "i'll kiss your tears away and hug you to sleep. sound good?"

throwing your head back in defeat, you groaned and slid off the couch, standing up despondently. "if you pull this shit next year, i'm breaking up with you on the spot," you warned, tossing him his switch back.

you hated how fast you had lost your fighting spirit. but whatever. heeseung was being a total prick to you right now and all you could do was lay in bed and mope about it.

"noted," heeseung accepted apologetically, checking up on his game immediately after because clearly that was what mattered more to him.

you didn't even bother lingering around, retiring to your bedroom wistfully. this wasn't how you had envisioned your attempts concluding. as you lay snuggled under your covers, your mind continued racing with different ideas as to how you could get heeseung to dance to your beat.

his resolution was steel solid, so you weren't too confident in any of your plans. however one seemed to float around your mind a little more abundantly than the rest. before you could second guess yourself, you shed every garment you had on off your body, letting them make a little pile beside the bed. luckily, your side of the bed was farthest from the door, so heeseung would be completely unsuspecting.

you picked your phone up from the night stand and sent him a quick message. "it's kinda chilly in here and our comforter isn't cutting it out for me. you said you'd hug me to sleep. is the offer still open?" － y.

a few minutes after your message was delivered, heeseung read it and started typing back immediately. "send me some tears as proof and i'll see what i can do." － h. you knew he was being sarcastic but that still didn't stop his reply from irking you to the core. instead, you sent him a middle finger emoji and set your phone back down, turning the lamp off before pulling the covers up to your chin.

you were willing to let yourself freeze for a night just to incentivize him to stick his cock inside you. the shit you did for him was unparalleled so you hoped you could get a sincere apology and a rewarding orgasm out of this at the least.

shutting your eyes, you rested and waited, knowing he would get over his game eventually. until then you just had to hang tight.

it was a little past eleven o'clock when heeseung's butt started feeling a little numb from how long he had been rotting on the couch playing games on his nintendo switch. his exhaustion was finally catching up to him, eyes struggling to remain open without drying out.

sighing tiredly, he turned the device off and set it aside, stretching his limbs with a big yawn, more than ready to go to bed now. pushing himself off the couch, he grabbed his phone, glancing at his chat screen with you, and was hit with a pang of guilt.

he knew how difficult this was for you, and he felt stupid about still wanting to go through with the challenge regardless. his excuse: all of his friends were trying it too and the competitiveness of it all was really fun.

before he had agreed to participate, he had taken note of the fact that he was going to be withholding from pleasure at your expense as well, but he hadn't anticipated that you were going to be so damn needy.

and any other day heeseung would have been greatly flattered by how frequently you had been asking for sex (the dickless kind of course) but he was having a really hard time keeping up with your needs because he had nothing new to give you anymore without risking his vow to the challenge.

he was already shooting himself in the foot every time he touched you. you had no idea how hard it was for him to resist you and hold himself back whenever he made you cum. but he still took the risk and went the full length just to keep you content, and now, even that wasn't enough for you. heeseung was at a loss. he had no idea what more he could do.

feeling disheartened, heeseung entered your shared bedroom, treading quietly when he saw that you were asleep. you hadn't been lying when you said that you were cold. maybe he could start making it up to you by cuddling with you all night long. in the morning, he could try waking up earlier than you and fixing you some breakfast. if he got lucky, perhaps he would end up cooking it himself. but if not, take out was always an option.

smiling at the idea of your hopefully positive reaction, heeseung lifted the covers climbing into bed beside you. the heat trapped underneath the blanket was such a comfort to fall into. scooting his pillow closer to yours, he reached for your waist, ready to pull your body back against his chest, only to feel a slight disturbance in the air the second his fingertips came in contact with your skin.

you sly little minx. there was no fucking way. allowing his hands to idle around your body, it took him no time to realize that you were butt naked under the covers right now. and to think he was just about to innocently and lovingly cuddle you when you still weren't done playing tricks on him. no wonder you were fucking cold.

snickering under his breath in disbelief, heeseung retracted his hands from your body and turned on his side, facing the other way. spitefully, he yanked the covers away from your body, not one to let your cunningness slide. he had developed some semblance of a resistance to your naked body, but if you tuned his buttons the ride way, even that sometimes faltered.

but you were asleep, so he had nothing to worry about. unless of course you woke up in the middle of the night and became possessed by an evil seductress that caused him to betray his pact with the boys.

shuddering all his doubts and worries away, heeseung moved his pillow away from yours in precaution and squeezed his eyes shut, praying for nothing but the best.

but it seemed his mind had a different idea of what "the best" was for him, because unbeknownst to him, you were still wide awake, and while the initial phase of your plan had been unsuccessful, you weren't one to come unprepared with no backup plans whatsoever.

carefully and quietly, you turned around to face him, slithering closer to him so you could wrap your lips around him instead. you felt him freeze underneath you, his hands hovering over yours as they clung to his chest.

"your heart's beating so fast 'seung. and you're so hot to the touch. sure you don't want me?" you taunted in the sultriest of your voices, raising your head to gently pinch the lobe of his ear between your teeth.

he swallowed nervously, hating the way your tits felt pressed up against his back. curse his shirt for being so damn thin. you were sliding your toes over his legs, pressing your thighs against his while very shamelessly creating some friction between his body and your core.

heeseung was so pained right now that he couldn't even form two coherent words. you slipped your hand under his shirt and heeseung winced, feeling the blood rush to his cock. he was so sensitive that your mere touch had him hanging by a thread.

"i'm not gonna do anything to you unless you say you want me to. and you already know how i feel about all of this. so tell me when you're ready to give in because i really cannot wait any longer," you spoke, dipping a hand between your legs.

heeseung just knew that you had two fingers pressed firmly to your clit right now. he could sense the arousal gushing down your walls and dampening the insides of your thighs.

"the guys will never find out if that's what you're afraid of. i mean, do you really think those three of all people would seriously be torturing themselves like you are just to prove some ego boosting point? no heeseung. they're not. i think you're taking this a bit too seriously. cumming once isn't going to do you any harm and i promise my lips will stay sealed. i won't tell a soul about this."

heeseung hated how tempted he was by your relentless propositions right now. what had happened to his harder than steel resolution from earlier? where had it run off to now that your attacks had only increased in power?

turning around on his back, heeseung stared at the ceiling, extremely conflicted. he supposed there was some truth to you words. how would the boys ever find out that he had busted a nut unless he told them himself? and you had a point. jay and sunghoon he could get by, but there was no way in hell that jake hadn't cummed at least once this month, considering it was his birthday and all.

"if we're keeping it a secret, who says i have to cum just once?"

a wide grin swept its way over your face. the amount of satisfaction you felt in that moment was simply unmatched. ditching your sexy seductress act for a second, you squealed and threw your arms around heeseung's neck, hugging him oh so tightly. chuckling at your excitement, heeseung caressed your waist affectionately, flipping you onto your back so that he could hover over you.

"i haven't seen you underneath me like this in a hot minute. i've gotta admit. it really suits you. i've missed this," he teased, feeling the tent in his pants ghost over your core. for such an auspicious occasion as this, heeseung hated that he wanted to skip the foreplay and just get to fucking you. but honestly it was long overdue and he had already hinted that you were going to share multiple rounds together.

"for what it's worth, i've missed seeing you on top of me like this too," you shared, raising your knees to your chest while he sat back to take his pants off.

despite the darkness in the room you could still make out the precum leaking from his tip. you felt like you hadn't seen heeseung's cock in ages. something about being graced by its beauty after all these days felt oddly nostalgic and monumental. and the mere sight of it had you leaking with arousal yet again.

"do you see what you do to me?" he asked, wincing as he seized his cock in his fist. he brought his fingers to your pussy, making sure you were wet enough for him to slip into, which there was no doubt that you were.

"well you still have no idea what you've done to me these past three weeks so i don't want to hear you complaining," you breathed, hoisting yourself up on your elbows so you could see his length disappear inside you.

prodding his tip into your slit in and of itself was so mind shattering for him that he was admittedly a bit scared as to what would happen when he filled you till the hilt.

"i don't think i can do this," he whined, freezing in place with his brows knit troublesomely. well that sure wasn't going to do. not when you were so damn close to getting what you wanted. grabbing his shoulders, you yanked his torso down, making him lean over you fully.

in order to alleviate himself from the awkward position, heeseung had no choice but to stretch his legs back and let his cock plunge into your drenched core. both of you moaned in unison, the satisfaction quickly seeping through every square inch of your bodies.

"see? that wasn't so hard, was it?" you asked, cupping his flushed face. bringing his palms to your thighs, heeseung pushed himself up the slightest bit, snapping his hips forward impulsively, making you bounce upwards on the mattress.

feeling like that wasn't good enough, he placed his hands on either side of your head instead, really digging into your pussy with his cock like he was in pursuit of some buried treasure.

your moans were shrill and high pitched, a result of how out of your mind with content you were. squeezing your tits, you spread your legs slightly wider, wordlessly letting him know that this was how you wanted it.

heeseung's mind was fogging over. the more he thrusted into you, the harder it was for him to keep a grip on reality. the pleasure was so intense and overwhelming for him. all he wanted to do was clutch the bedsheets between his fists and ram his cock into your poor, helpless little pussy until just like you had said, he filled you up with his cum.

"oh my god heeseung, it feels so good," you whined, nails raking the skin on his arms, needing something to hold on to for the fear that he would send you flying into the next dimension with out strong his thrusts were. he pulled out till his tip and pushed in until it was just barely grazing over your g-spot, so precise and fulfilling despite how erratic his pace was.

"fuck," he muttered, his palms staggering. he dropped down, using his forearms to support himself above you. his lips nudged your chin, too busy letting out hot pants to find the stability to kiss you.

you let your fingers tangle into his hair, guiding his face to the crook of your neck instead. you moved your body with his, slipping into the carnal rhythm he had set, moaning and whimpering for him delectably.

his hands came down to clutch your waist. he was starting to get all hot and sweaty, but he was too impatient to press pause and peel his shirt off. adamantly, he continued ramming his cock into you, spurred on by your moans and the feeling of an approaching orgasm.

and the second you felt his cock twitch inside you, you were a woman on a mission. you clenched your walls around his cock, holding his neck gingerly. "mmh heeseung, i don't want you to stop until i'm leaking white. got it?" you managed to say as you moaned.

grunting in response, heeseung pressed down on your mound, letting you feel just how deep he was inside you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your chest pressing up against heeseung's as you arched your back, so ready for him to let loose.

his release seemed to surprise even him, for while he was in the midst of building up to his high, his cum was already seeping out of his cock, going every which way with how fast he was moving inside you.

slowing down abruptly, heeseung pressed himself into you, groaning deeply as he let his cum spill inside of you, just like you had wanted. your toes curled delightfully and the feather like sensation, so gratifying and sensational.

grazing his teeth over your neck, heeseung made sure he had emptied every last drop inside of you before pulling out and sitting back contentedly.

you squeezed your walls, letting him watch his cum pool out of you and drip onto the bedsheet underneath.

"is your cock still hard?" you asked, loving how vulgar the words sounded as they rolled off your tongue. heeseung glanced down, sensing he wasn't far from it. he just needed a second, and he would be all good to go again. "what do you want to do to me now?" he asked, handing his will over to you.

snickering, you sat up, avoiding the mess you two had made, and patted the mattress. "lay down. there's something i've been dying to try for a while now."

cocking a brow, heeseung did as you said, tucking his arms behind his head leisurely. "ooh we're getting experimental now, are we? whatever you do to me, just make sure it gives me the best nut of my life. i still feel kinda pent up," he shared pitifully.

relaying your sympathy, you cooed at him and caressed his thigh affectionately, wrapping your fingers around his partially limp cock. "don't worry babe. tonight is all about you."

bending down, you licked a long stripe from the base of his cock all the way up to his sensitive tip, feeling him twitch lightly in your grasp. he did tend to get a little jittery when it came to overstimulation, so you knew to be pacific.

after licking him a few more times, you finally parted your lips and let his cock head enter your mouth. as much as you would have loved to, you weren't trying to give him a proper blowjob right now. this was mainly a preparatory sort of teaser for the main show.

still heeseung hummed congenially, loving the way your tongue and lips worked in tandem. you could feel him slowly starting to return to his original rigidness again, and once he had reached his peak, you pulled your mouth off of him with a pop, climbing over to sit on the other side of his lap.

he watched in keen amusement as you laid down on your stomach and fit his cock in between your thighs, letting it press right up against your pussy again. the sight of his tip poking out from between your legs made him smile. he glanced over to you, raising his brows to show how impressed he was.

"where'd you get the inspo for this?" he asked, resisting the urge to create some friction for now. smirking at him, you shook your head and tapped your head. "tis all in my filthy imagination."

well, heeseung had never felt more appreciative of your imagination until this very moment. thank god for your lustful thoughts. "alrighty then. shall we get this show on the road?" he suggested, more than ready to see how this was going to feel.

you nodded, dragging your hips up and down, letting your pussy slide against his cock. "woah," heeseung exclaimed in surprise. "mind if i help?" he asked, knowing this would feel absolutely mind blowing if both of you worked together.

"mhm," you hummed, welcoming his assistance while finding the right angle to grind your clit on him with.

the instant heeseung started thrusting upwards, you just knew this was going to turn into a regular occurrence for the two of you. it wasn't just the way his cock was nudging your clit, but also how it tickled the insides of your thighs, making you squeeze them tighter around him, which in turn added to his pleasure. plus, the wetness actively pooling out of your walls helped keep everything nice and slippery, allowing you two to move more smoothly.

letting your head hang, you focused entirely on the movement of your hips, wanting your motions to be as fluid and rhythmic as possible.

heeseung sat up a little, squeezing your ass and gripping your thighs as you massaged his cock, groaning sharply. you yourself could not stop whimpering, fighting desperately to unlock the key to your own orgasm.

and once you found it, you were on a fast climb to reach the top. heeseung cursed as the space between your thighs flooded with even more arousal. he made sure your thighs remained closed shut around his cock, needing the tightness to reach his own high.

"oh my god heeseung i'm gonna cum," you whined, panting helplessly as your desire for an orgasm only heightened. your neediness was only spurring heeseung on.

a warm sensation shot from your clit, spreading out to your thighs when you finally tumbled over the edge. gritting your teeth together to keep from wailing in ecstasy, you eased the throbbing between your legs by pressing your clit to heeseung's cock as hard as you could.

heeseung couldn't tell if it was in the moment or if he was really experiencing it, but he was so sure he could feel your clit pulsing against his shaft. now that your hips were slightly more raised, he really blanketed his cock within your thighs, sliding his cock in and out between your legs, using the friction from your skin to eventually send long ropes of his warm cum shooting of of his tip.

you wished you could have seen the way the white substances splattered against your thighs and ass, making such a sweet mess. your head was still spinning because of the intensity of your orgasm, and heeseung could surely say the same for himself.

"are we gonna keep going?" you asked, once the sounds of your heavy breathing had quieted down a little bit. pushing your legs off of his lap, heeseung flipped you on your back and spread your legs, sliding two eager fingers inside your cunt.

he was still in the midst of catching his breath, his hair sticking to his sweat dotted forehead. "we're not stopping until i'm physically uncapable of cumming anymore."

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NEVER HAVE I EVER

PAIRING : brother's best friend!jay x fem!reader

GENRE : smut, brother's best friend, game of never have i ever, blowjob, cunnilingus, fingering, thigh riding, unprotected sex (be safe y'all), degradation, usage of nicknames, profanities and cursing, usage of handcuffs, spanking, making out, mentions of drinking (beer), detailed smut, flirtatious reader, flirtatious jay, sexual tension, bad boy!jay.

WC : 4.1k words

SYNOPSIS : three months into his new university and sunghoon had a whole new friend group already, more importantly—a new best friend. inviting jay to hang out, sunghoon forgot about the extended skating practices he had to attend so, he conveniently asked jay to keep an eye on you, making sure you didn't sneak out to a party. now what would you do if jay promises you a game of 'never have i ever' to be more interesting than your party? and what would you do when things start to heat up more than they should? “never have i ever kissed my brother's best friend.” you confessed. “we can change that now, princess.” he smirked.

WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N : hihi! i'm back with my third installment for the trope series :3 i'm sorry it took a lot more time than intended but i hope y'all like it! all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated :D iloveyou all, happy reading <3

twenty minutes. jay had been waiting for twenty minutes yet sunghoon was nowhere to be found–which was uncanny considering how sunghoon was known to be punctual. jay sighed when he didn't pick up his call, again.

they were supposed to be attending a party later tonight but sunghoon decided to call jay early to try playing the videogame he got for him yesterday. essentially, jay agreed. reasons being simple—he wanted to check out the new game and, second being your presence.

park sunghoon had a little sister. both siblings clearly displaying how visuals run in their blood. it was no secret that you were stunning, so who was he to refuse sunghoon's offer when he gets to see you?

being the fashion prodigy he was, jay made sure to look his best clad in all black. ripped jeans with black t-shirt and black jacket, something so simple yet park jongseong made it look like it was the most fashionable set of clothing known to mankind.

the faint voice of chase atlantic playing from your room upstairs confirmed that you were home but, jay refrained from coming up to meet you in case sunghoon came back from his training. instead, he decided to get comfortable on the couch and put on a random movie. his legs rested on the small table in front of him, as he nibbled on a cookie he found in the kitchen, assuming it to be yours.

when he was finally getting invested in the romance of the movie's protagonists, his phone rang, caller id displaying sunghoon's name. jay picked it up hastily, “hoon? where have you been, dude?” he asked, trying hard not to sound frustrated.

“jay i'm so fucking sorry, our coach extended the practice sessions for our upcoming competition, something about beating their rival's kid?” he sighed. “so, the bottom-line is that i won't be home before ten which also means that i'll be missing the party.”

jay sighed, “nah, it's cool don't worry. so i'll leave then.”

“no, wait!” sunghoon exclaimed. “i know i'm asking a lot but could you please ask y/n to not go to the party? no one would be there to take care of her.” he said as if you were a little kid.

jay pondered for a second, a smirk settling down on his lips, “so you're asking me to babysit your sister?”

“when you put it that way—maybe? listen, i wouldn't have asked you had i not trusted you.” he tries to reason.

“well, in that case i'll try my best but you do know how hard headed your sister can get, right?” he tried to sound nonchalant.

a faint shout was heard before sunghoon said, “gotta go now, i trust you, jay.” he said before hanging up.

jay kept the phone in his pocket, looking up at your room with a glint in his eyes. he decided not to disturb your music session and wait downstairs instead. his head making scenarios a bit too filthy to actually come true, he sat down on the couch, his fingers tapping the armrest rhythmically which contrasted the sound of both—the television and the music upstairs.

he waited, knowing you'll be downstairs soon to leave for the party which you won't be able to go to. all he needs to figure out is how to get you to stay back. pondering for long wasn't an option since you were out of your room already, descending down the stairs with the satisfying sound of your heels clicking on the floor with each step you took.

“i'm leaving, hoon!” you walked towards the door, announcing your departure yet not once looking at the guy who sat on the couch. jay walked over to you, his big hands wrapping around your wrist to yank you back making you land straight into his arms.

you looked up at him, well knowing this isn't your previously ‘assumed’ brother. you were met with deep honey eyes boring straight into yours. a faint smirk etched on to his face and the smell of expensive perfume taking over your senses.

“park jay.” you amused, not stepping back, “what makes you come here?”

“you're not allowed to go to the party.” he nonchalantly let out, guiding you to the couch as he completely ignored your question.

“and who said so?”

“your dearest brother.” he stated, making you laugh.

“he asked you of all people to babysit me?” you arched your perfectly shaped eyebrow and he looked at you, shrugging.

“your brother won't be back before ten so you're stuck with me now, doll.”

“and what makes you think i'll stay back with you?” you challenged him as he took a step closer, “you have two minutes to convince me to stay, mr. park.”

“we'll play.” he stated, that being the first thought in his mind. you nodded, urging him to continue.

“never have i ever.” he finalised, grinning just in front of your face.

“you want me to stay back and play a high-school game with you?”

“oh trust me, it's going to be far more interesting than your party.”

“what's the point of playing it?” you asked.

“i just want to know your dirty secrets, sweetheart.” he smirked.

you stepped back, maintaining eye contact with him as your phone rang. you accepted it, ‘be ready, we're coming to pick you up.’ your ride for the day spoke but you stopped them.

“don't come. i'll be missing the party today.” with that, you cut the call, walking towards jay again.

“let's play, pretty boy.”

a few beer cans were placed on the table as you both opened one each, sitting down on the floor in front of each other–close enough for your legs to touch. your dress riding up enough to tempt jay further.

“you can start now, sweetheart.” jay urged.

you thought for a few seconds, your face morphing into that of a thinking one. clearing your throat, you started off with something simple. “never have i ever slept with someone who's name i didn't know.”

jay took a sip of his beer, admitting that he's been in that situation before. “seriously? dude, asking name is a basic manner.” you mocked out.

“correct so–what is your name, love?” he smoothly asked, maintaining eye contact.

you look away, muttering a small ‘smooth’ before looking at him right in the eye, “what makes you think i'll sleep with you?”

he raised his brow, not answering the question.

“never have i ever had a wet dream about someone in this room.” he said, wetting his lips.

“you're lying.” you spoke just as he finished his sentence.

“and what if i am?” he challenged.

you simply picked up your beer can and took a sip, making his eyes widen just a fraction, looking at you with a gaze that screamed–bold, i love that.

you didn't give him a chance to retort to that. it was clear in the air, the sexual tension. how you both had so much to say, even more to do yet you refrained from doing so just yet.

“never have i ever wanted to fuck my best friend's sister.” you said, making the corner of his mouth quirk up.

“you're a smart one, aren't you?”

regardless, he took a big gulps of his drink, maintaining the eye contact, finishing his can in a go. you were in a trance, not willing to look away from the scene.

the need to break the rules, to do something which was clearly against the rules kept growing per second. sunghoon had been very clear about the rules since the first day he invited his friends home.

“my sister is completely off limits.” he had stated once, that was enough for you all to understand that he wasn't kidding here. his voice was firm, disobeying him would lead to bad consequences.

all those warnings yet jay was one step away from breaking the rules, the alcohol adding to his bravery. it also reminded him of the time where another one of his friend broke the rule.

so he spoke up.

“never have i ever madeout with jake at a party.” jay spoke, making you laugh.

“now you're being too obvious!” you said midway laughing. “he was drunk, i was drunk. he wanted to kiss and i let him do that. he probably doesn't even remember it.” you shrugged, drinking your beer.

“that's not the point, love.” he said, grabbing your chin, “you were staring at me the entire time you kissed him. why? wanted me to kiss you instead?” his voice got an octave deeper, his hand on your thigh.

“and what if i did it to rile you up? i saw how you were staring back, wishing for it to be you instead of jake, hmm?” you bit your lip, suppressing your teasing smile.

“watch what you say, sweetheart.”

the proximity only increased further as you fully smirked now, moving to speak next.

“never have i ever kissed my brother's best friend.” you confessed. the statement being more of a challenge than a confession.

“we can change that now, princess.” he smirked, yanking you close to make you sit on his lap, your hands gripping his shoulder for support.

you gulped down as he placed his big hand on your waist, tilting his head. his lips merely inches away from yours. you could smell the sheer fragrance of the beer he had been drinking.

“show me what you want.”

you leaned over, pressing your lips against his in an experimental kiss. your head was clouded with the judgement of lust and within a second, the kiss was broken.

you both stared for a second before jay brought you back in a kiss, this time the action being more fervent. his lips felt chapped against yours, creating the best possible friction for you. jay pulled you closer by the waist, his other hand on your nape to guide the kiss.

your lips parting to taste his urgency, his fingers carding in your hair as the kiss grew passionate. suddenly, jay's lap felt like the most comfortable place to have ever existed. he kissed you like a sinner, for he had finally broken the rules.

between the heated kiss and the heavy breaths, you both forgot the existence of your game. you groaned against his lips, pushing your hips further down his lap to create any sort of friction, the few sips of beer giving you enough liquor courage to act upon your thoughts.

jay broke the kiss, running his thumb on your lip with a smirk, “now you have.” he said, smiling smugly at you.

you breathed out, “not enough.” grabbing his collar, you pulled him back into the kiss, your dress riding up as he placed his hand on your ass, kneading the flesh harshly. your lips moulded into each others, devouring it hungrily before parting again to catch your breath.

he pecked your lips and your jaw before moving down to kiss your neck, nipping and sucking at it before placing more soft kisses on them. you tilted your head to give him more access, his fingers tugged at your hair to create more way the masterpiece he was painting on your neck.

“jay–” you breathed out, now grinding on his clothed member fully, wanting more than just kisses.

“yes? what does my doll want?” he asked in between kisses, his hands going up and down your sides, wanting to touch every inch of your skin to ruin you.

“more–want more.”

“aren't you getting too greedy now, hmm?” he picked you up, settling down on the couch just behind him with you sitting on his lap. he shifted your position so that you sat on his thigh. your whole body reacted to it, the flimsy underwear doing nothing to help your case.

“show me how needy you are.” he ordered you. stare intense and hence you decided to put on a show.

biting your lips, you seductively removed your dress while he leaned back, looking at you with an impressed smirk.

his dick twitched in his pants seeing your body, each curve seeming perfection to him. with a devious smile, you started moving on his muscular thigh, your boobs bouncing slightly with the movement giving him a full show.

jay gripped your ass, urging you to speed up, his dark eyes staring right in yours. you whined at the friction, your clit sensitive already. it elicited a moan out of you, making jay look at you lust filled eyes. your voice sounding like the prettiest thing he's ever heard.

at this point, jay was restraining himself from grabbing your hair and controlling each movement of yours. it stopped as you teasing ran your hand over his hard on, his jeans restraining it. you were impatient, seeing the impressive outline of his dick from the tight jeans he was wearing made you wetter than you already were.

without second thoughts, you kissed jay harshly before getting down on your knees, fully rubbing your hand on his dick. you bit your lip, looking up at him while unzipping his jeans, making sure to remove his boxers along with it.

your mouth watered at the sight of his dick, precum dripping down his shaft. jay put your hair in a makeshift ponytail, silently ordering you to start sucking him. you looked up at him with doe eyes, kissing the head and moving down to place small kisses all over his now fully hardened cock.

“oh, fuck.” he groaned as you took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue and holding the base in your hand. your head bobbed up and down as jay cursed even more.

“now this is a view i'll never get tired of.”

he watched how you struggled to take all of him in, pumping the base as you hollowed your cheeks to create more pressure. that was the last straw for him. he kneaded his fingers through your hair to hold you in a place as he fucked your throat, making you cry around his girth.

“fuck, look at you taking me in like a good slut.” he spoke out, his deep baritone causing you to moan around his length.

you had a fair share number of guys who had throat fucked you yet no one was as rough as jay. you felt his cock throbbing on your tongue, eager for its release.

“you'll drink my cum like the good slut you are, understood?” he ordered, panting heavily as he felt his orgasm approaching. you tried to nod around him but failed. within seconds he was cumming in your mouth–the warm liquid travelling down your throat. you gulped it down, taking out your tongue to show him how you didn't leave a single drop.

“such an obedient little pup, can't wait to tie you up.” he breathed out.

standing up, you went close to his ear saying, “you can tie me up.” he looked at you with hungry eyes.

“my bedroom.” you extended your hand for him to hold.

yet he didn't. instead, he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his torso as he carried you upstairs. jay was strong and he loved to show his strength in general, just the mere thought of him using his strength on you got you excited.

you kissed and bit his neck teasingly as he finally reached your room, throwing you on the bed.

“where is it?” he asked.

“bed table, second drawer.” you told.

he swiftly took it out, his fingertips feeling the cool metal of the handcuffs. “stop me if it gets too much.” he said before climbing on the bed, removing his jacket and shirt, revealing his perfect torso which automatically drew your hands to him.

he forcefully pushed you down, gathering your hands above your head, “did i give you the permission to touch, doll?” he asked while cuffing your hands together.

you whimpered out a ‘no’ and he nodded, admiring how obedient you were being under him. jay held your cuffed hands up, placing wet kisses down your boobs, sucking on them harsh enough to make you squirm.

after paying a little attention to your upper body, he trailed his kisses down your waist and to your still clothed pussy. his patience kept running thin so he tore your underwear apart. you gasped as he wasted no time in attaching his lips down your pussy, lapping at the juices hungrily.

he slipped his hands under your knees to open your legs wider, he was amused seeing how wet you were for him, like your pussy was begging to be serenaded by him.

he licked another stripe, his tongue flat against you. it made you moan again and jay smirked with satisfaction. he closed his eyes, tasting you around his tongue, devouring his meal.

“so fucking good.” his tongue began to dart in and out of your pussy at a faster pace. his grip on your thighs tightened and your toes curled feeling a familiar knot building in your lower abdomen.

“oh–oh i can't–” you tried to form sentences yet failed, muttering out enough for jay to know you were close.

he didn't stop, his tongue only reaching deeper down you as he groaned there, sending shivers down your body, his thumb lazily toying with your clit. your legs started shaking which made jay go faster for you to orgasm and so you did. he lapped at the mess you made, licking it up like it's the elixir to life.

you were a whimpering mess, body shaking and your whole makeup ruined by now yet you looked attractive in jay's eyes. he collected the remnants of your cum on his fingers, pushing himself up on one hand to bring it closer to your mouth.

“open up.” he said and you did, sucking and swirling your tongue around his two digits with the sweetest eye stare you could muster despite your eyes being watery.

the sight made jay hard yet again, he wasn't done with you, not so fast. not when he knew he wouldn't get this chance again. sunghoon had trusted him with you, thinking that he'll be good to you. of course jay was being good to you, but not in the ways sunghoon would appreciate but in the ways only you would love.

jay knew sunghoon would be back soon, he just had to be quick with you now, his hardened dick just wanted to be inside you, reaching the depths no one has ever reached before. you spoke up, bringing him back to the present.

“jay, more!” you cried out, wanting more than just his mouth.

as much as jay wanted to be in you, the desires of ruining you step by step were higher. you were just coming down from your high when jay's hand went back to your folds, this time not just to rub circles.

he traced your folds, your already sensitive self making you shiver up at the touch. his pace being agonisingly slow in contrast to his previous action as if he wanted to see you squirm around him, beg him.

“please!” you whimpered as his finger thrusted in your wet core, perfectly curling in to hit that one spot which had you seeing stars.

you bucked your hips up in hopes of getting more friction, “so needy.” he whispered. his finger reaching deep in you as he glided them in and out. you arched your back as he added another finger, curling it in a way it hit your g-spot making you whimper further.

you were wet enough for his fingers to make a squelching sound in you, making you clench around him as you chased your second orgasm for the night. jay was focused on your cunt, on how your body reacted so much with just his fingers being in you.

it was clear how much you wanted to grip the sheets yet your cuffs prevented you from doing so, squirming around being the only option left for you.

“i'm gonna cum!” your legs shook as you clenched harder around his fingers. your back arched yet again as you came over his fingers, jay looking at you with a satisfactory smirk.

a stray tear rolled down your eye, which jay collected on his thumb, tasting it with a hum. “poor doll is frustrated.” he sneered.

moving on to the final base, he uncuffed your hands, a sigh leaving your mouth. your brain was a putty and so was your body, a puddle in his hands. he captured your lips in a kiss yet again, making you close your eyes as you tugged on his soft hair.

again, your desire to have his dick inside you won, making you act recklessly as you spoke out loud, continuing what had initially started your little one to one session.

“never have i ever fucked my brother's best friend, oh! fuck–”

jay rubbed your swollen pussy with his cock, making you mutter out another plea for it. without further teasing, jay pushed himself deep inside you, his cock penetrating your walls making you arch your back with pleasure.

that's all it was, a high-school game which you had been playing with the outmost zeal you had to offer, jay wasn't any less though, giving his all in here.

“fuck, doll. feel s–so good around my cock.” jay groaned out, feeling high just with a thrust. he loved how your body was reacting to his, shuddering with bliss yet it satisfied you when he took full control over you.

“jay, ah! so fucking good, mmh!” you weren't sure what words came out of mouth anymore and you didn't care, helplessly clenching around his length. he groaned again, this time near your ear as he supported his frame with his hands.

it was no secret that you were a mess, being overstimulated to the point where you couldn't even form sentences. your devotion to him was scary. the usual bratty demeanor nowhere to be seen, only the obedient one on display. reason? jay was forbidden for you, having him in your bed was a dream. a dream that was taking place already and you wouldn't waste such precious opportunity, settling on being the good girl.

his pace only increased as he kept his eyes fixated on your face, watching how your eyebrows furrowed, mouth opened just the right amount, enough to moan out his name in the most sinful way possible. another tear rolled down your now closed eyes, making his dick twitch as he thrusted the deepest he could reach.

he placed his hand on your lower abdomen, feeling the way it bulged each time he thrusted in, filling you up. your legs were weak, not being able to move anymore, your voice shaky.

he grabbed your hand, bringing it down your clit as a silent order for you to touch yourself. with basically no control over your body, you messily rubbed your clit, toes curling at sensation.

jay was mesmerised at the sight of your breasts bouncing each time he thrusted in you. your back arching for the nth time this night.

“ahh, i can't–” tears freely flowing down your cheeks made jay lose his mind.

“hold it.” he instructed.

“jay i really c–can't.”

“i made myself clear, didn't i? hold it.” he growled.

his strokes getting sloppier by second as he felt his orgasm approaching. “fuck.” he cursed out, keeping his eyes on your hole, observing how satisfying his dick looked as it disappeared inside your pussy.

“jay i'm cumming–” you couldn't take it anymore, moaning out his name in between your cries as your legs shook yet again, chasing your third orgasm for the night. he captured your lips in his as he filled you with his cum, silencing your moans with a kiss.

he loved how you tried to kiss him back despite having no power left to do so. he finally pulled out, watching how his cum dripped your pussy, a sight he'll never be able to forget. he rolled down and plopped next to you, both of you staring at the ceiling while catching your breath.

“so, anything else left in your never have i ever?” he half joked.

“i'll have to think about that.” you scrunched your nose, acting as if you're thinking about it.

“although i'm wondering what would happen if sunghoon catches us this way.” your voice low and scared.

“we won't get caught, at least i hope we don't.” jay spoke, sighing.

that's when the front door slammed open. talk about the devil and he shall appear.

“jay! y/n!” he screamed, seeing the beer cans and some articles of clothing you both very conveniently left downstairs.

your eyes widened at the voice, looking at each other you muttered out.

“oh we're fucked.”

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Unravel Me | LHC (M)

Forced proximity, Haechan x fem reader

Summary: Haechan loves chasing you, but you hate it. You've rejected him so many times, but that just makes him come back stronger. One night, he takes it too far, and the both of you end up locked in a tiny room together after trying to set the record straight. You tell him you hate him and would never date him, let alone fuck him, but is that true?

Warnings: sexual content, tiny bit of dubcon elements, dom Haechan, unprotected sex, pull out method, degrading, bit of a pain kink, spanking, choking, pacing is a lil fast in this one, proofread but may still contain errors

Word count: 4,1k

Song recs: unravel me by Sabrina Claudio

A/N: Happy 300 to me!!! I'm already almost at 400 followers already. I really appreciate that you guys like my writing so much so this is for you guys and for me a little too. Hope you enjoy!! Feedback is loved and appreciated 🤍🤍

"Haechan stand up," you said through gritted teeth.

"No, I'm not gonna stand up."

People were staring at the both of you, confused looks all over their faces. Haechan was on his knees in front of you in the middle of a banquet begging you for your attention. He asked you out multiple times on multiple occasions, and you always rejected him. You truly weren't interested and wanted him to move on, but this time he's taken a new low.

"Is he proposing," you hear someone say.

A shiver crawls up your spine, now feeling more panicked than ever. You took him by his collar, lifting him off the ground swiftly. You had a blank look on your face as you took his hand and pulled him out the hall trying to stay calm. Walking out doors to the back of the estate, you let out a frustrated sigh. Your eyes shifted, seeing that the both of you wouldn't be the only people there. Too many people would hear the mouthful you're about to give him.

Haechan followed you with a small smile as you dragged him around the estate. He knew what was about to happen and he loved it every time it did. Every time you told him no, it made him want to go back and try again stronger and harder. You always said you didn't like him and couldn't stand him, but if that was the case why hadn't you blocked his number yet? Why did you keep responding to his messages and flirting? Haechan always felt like you were holding back, so maybe this incident would be the tip of the iceberg.

You were still walking around looking when you noticed the private office of the house was cracked open, without thinking you pulled him into the small space, shutting the door quickly behind the both of you.

"What the fuck is your problem," you spat.

Haechan shrugged, giving you a look of indifference. "You said in order for you to date me, I'd have to get on my knees and beg."

"I didn't mean it literally Haechan! Are you fucking crazy or something," you whisper yelled. "You know what? I tried to be nice, but now you're just completely insane. I don't fucking like you. I don't want to date you. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?"

Haechan looked at you with a blank face. "I think you're lying."

You squinted at him frustrated, scoffing at his words. "Lying about what?"

"I think you do like me," he protested.

You let out an annoyed groan, throwing your head back. "And why the fuck do you think that?"

"Because you would've blocked my number a long time ago," he started. "You wouldn't have pulled me in here in private to tell me to stop if you didn't like me."

"Well you know what.." you reached for the door knob, grabbing it as you looked at him. "Now I'm gonna leave, so you can be alone." You twisted the knob expecting the door to open, but all you got was nothing. You twisted it again, pulling it harder but it still didn't budge. Panic started to sleep in as you kept repeating the steps over and over with nothing changing.

You were locked in a room with Haechan and no one knew. Not only that but it was on the other side of the estate. You turned to him, being forced to look at his mocking smile. "The door is locked."

"So shouldn't you call someone," he inquired.

"You're right," you sighed. You pulled out your phone and called someone you knew was there, but they didn't pick up. You called again, but the same thing happened. The third time you called, the call was immediately dropped. You pulled the phone from your ear, looking at the top corner. You had no bars and you were pretty sure he knew this.

"You let me drag you over here knowing I would have no service," you grumbled. "You're evil."

"I'm not evil. I just let you act freely," he claimed. Haechan stood in front of you with the most smug expression you've seen yet. His hands were in his pockets, leaning on the door frame that the both of you stood in front of. You glanced at his neck, realizing that he never fixed his collar that you messed up when you dragged him off the floor.

Just then is when you realized how small the room was. It was a bit dark, the only thing illuminating the room was the moon light and the small desk lamp that was on. You watched him as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt a bit, gulping at the sudden action.

"Well we're probably gonna be in here a while so we might as well get comfortable right?"

"Whatever," you grumbled. You walked to the chair in the corner of the room sitting in it and crossing your legs. He was right, the two of you were gonna be in that small, stuffy, dark room for a bit so there was no need to keep your heels on either. Quickly, you kick them off your feet, sighing at the relief you were given.

Haechan sat on the desk, leaning on his arms that were now being him. You wanted to pretend to be busy on your phone or something, but there was no use when you couldn't even use it, so now you were forced to sit there with your arms crossed staring at a wall.

"You know you can talk to me right? We don't have to sit here in silence."

You scoffed, turning your body away from him in the seat. "I don't wanna talk to you."

Haechan laughed softly, licking his lips as his eyes scanned over your body. He loved messing with you, getting you angry just to curse at him. You always held yourself in so much regard, never getting angry or losing your cool with most people. But for some reason he bought those feelings out of you, even in places like this.

You had to stop letting him get you angry, and you were going to stop it for once and for all in this very room.

It had been about 2 hours already and you were sure no one was looking for you both. You haven't even heard any noise from outside the door and it was already 11:30. You were beginning to think that you'd be there till the morning. But even if that was true, you still wouldn't say anything to Haechan.

He figured out the game you were playing when you wouldn't respond to him after a while, leaving him to talk to himself. You were really stubborn and he knew that, but he didn't think you would be this bad. But even when you were mad at him he couldn't get the thought of all the things he could do to you in the room. Take you and fuck you over the desk. Or rip your dress off and fuck you against the window. Maybe he could just spread your legs in the chair you were sitting and just eat you out like there was no tomorrow. Your legs did look good in the dress.

"Can you stop staring at me?" That was the first thing you said to him in a while, the annoyed look forever stuck in your face.

"I'm sorry, you just look really good tonight." Haechan smiles to himself seeing how obviously off put you were by the sudden compliment. "You're not good at hiding your facial expressions."

"Stop talking to me."

"As if you want me to stop talking," he replied, giving you a dry laugh. You shot him a glare, but he looked so good at that moment. You don't know how, but his hair was a bit disheveled and looked like he unbuttoned his shirt a bit more.

You wanted to say something but you couldn't. He had a response for everything. You couldn't stand it. You couldn't stand his witty mind or how he laughed at you. You couldn't stand how he would smile at your anger or lick his lips every time he saw you. The way he would tease you just to make you squirm. You couldn't stand the way his hands would brush against yours sometimes. Sometimes you wanted his hands on you, sometimes you wanted his soft lips on yours. You wanted his body against yours, holding you tight as if he would lose you.

Haechan was so observant, and for some reason you forgot this when you crossed your legs and squeezed them tight. His eyes went from your face to your legs quickly. "What was that about?"

"What? I can't cross my legs now," you snapped. You responded a little bit too quickly, almost like you were caught doing something you weren't supposed to. You looked over at him, breath hitching when you see the way he was sitting now. His legs were open leaning back on one hand while the other was ghosting over his zipper.

"If you wanna fuck me all you have to do is ask."

"Oh please, I would never in a million years fuck you," you said rolling your eyes.

"Well it's looking like you want to right now," he snickered. "We wouldn't have to beat around the bush if you weren't so uptight."

Something in you snapped when you heard the word uptight. You stood up, walking to him with anger. You stood directly between his legs, a scowl overtaking your lips. "I am not uptight. I've worked too hard and too much to ever let myself be called uptight by anyone, especially a man child like you."

Haechan tilted his head, lids dropping as he glanced at your glossed lips. "Don't you ever get lonely," he asked out of the blue.

"What are you talking about?"

"You aren't good at hiding your emotions," he pointed out. "I saw you staring at all the other couples earlier. I know you're lonely."

"I am not lonely," you argue. "I'm perfectly fine by myself, thank you very much."

He raised a brow, not believing your words for one second. "When was the last time someone touched you?"

"W-why do you care?" You didn't mean to stutter, but the mere thought of it was actually starting to drive you insane. It's been a long time. You never meant for it to happen that way, it's just been because of work and family drama that you haven't really been able to find anyone. You've just been so tired and exhausted, sometimes you couldn't even be bothered to touch yourself.

Haechan couldn't take it anymore, being so close to you and you still pretending you didn't want him. He put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him and the desk.

"Haechan stop," you said, shocked. You uncrossed your arms, pushing at his chest to get out his grasp, but he wasn't budging. You gulped, the feeling of his soft hands on your skin showing in the cutouts of the dress making your head spin. And he smelled so good, did he always smell this good? Maybe it was the lack of sexual attention, but you were starting to lose your mind right about now.

"You don't really want me to stop do you?" His quiet, warm, nothing like the usual mocking he took with you. It made you wet, and you didn't like that. His hands moved to your lower back, rubbing circles on your body.

Your heart was beating out your chest at this point and you just kept getting wetter and wetter with the way he was talking to you, looking at you, just being near him was enough. You didn't realize how touch deprived you had been, but now you're too deep to get out. Your mouth went dry trying to fish the words out your head. For the first time in your life, you're completely speechless.

"I'll take that as a no." Haechan moved his hands back to your sides, raising them ever so slowly till his thumbs brushed the underside of your chest. "I can feel your heart beating. Fuck that's hot."

You stood there completely still letting him touch you. He was so close to you, you could feel his breath on your skin. You couldn't help but let your eyes flicker to his lips, they were so pretty and plump, and probably really soft.

"You wanna kiss me don't you," he whispered, leaning into you. His mouth hovered over yours the perfect amount, lips brushing over yours lightly. "It's okay, just admit it Y/N. You wanna kiss me. You wanna fuck me."

Gulping, you shook your head, but Haechan was quick to see how your brows furrowed. "No.."

"I bet you wore this pretty dress just for me didn't you," he accused, laughing dryly when you scoffed. Haechan trailed his hands down your body again going directly to your ass, gripping it hard, but not too rough. "You want me to tell you what I want right now?"

"If you were man enough, you'd just do it." You were completely caught off guard when he planted a firm smack to your ass smiling and biting his lip. You let out a gasp, fingers taking a soft hold of his shirt. "H-haechan, don't do that," you stuttered. You wanted to not like it, but you did. You liked it a lot and you wanted him to do it again. At that moment, you just happened to look down and see that he was fully hard, straining against his pants.

"You talk too much," he mumbled. He was breathing heavily, taking every bit of energy in his body to restrain himself from jumping off the desk and bending you over.

"Shut me up."

Haechan wasted no time capturing your lips on his in a heated, messy kiss. Your hands flew to his face, holding it as you kissed him deeply. He still tasted like the whiskey he was drinking earlier and his lips are softer than you imagined. The little moans that left your mouth made him dizzy. He always thought of this moment, always feeling like it would be a bit anticlimactic, but he was so wrong.

Haechan moved you back a bit, lips still on yours as he hopped off the desk and spun you around. He pressed his body against yours, fingers traveling up the slit in your dress. "Are you kidding," he said against your lips, smirking to himself. "You're not even wearing shorts under this. Fuck, you drive me crazy."

He slips his hand between your legs, parting lips with you when he feels exactly how wet you are. "Fuck babe is literally down your legs."

You hide your face in his neck from embarrassment. He affects you too easily and all you had to do was hide it till someone could find the both of you. But here you were, kissing him, letting him touch you.

"Nuh uh, look at me," he said gently, making you face him. He pulled his fingers from under your dress, your arousal making them glisten in the low light. "So this is what I do to you hm? And you said you'd never fuck me."

"Shut up," you whined softly. "You're so annoying."

"I can't be as annoying as this pussy aching to be fucked, can I?" He put his fingers up to your mouth, looking at you like he was about to pounce. "Suck it."

"What? No," you refused, shaking your head slightly.

"Suck. It."

Haechan's tone suddenly changed, going from teasing and soft to demanding. You stopped talking and licked his fingers, wrapping your lips around them tasting yourself in your tongue. And if you didn't know any better, you'd say the look you were giving him right about now could make him cum alone.

"That's it," he cooed. "That's a good girl." Heat rushed to you when he took his fingers out your mouth, looking away to avoid his hungry gaze. Haechan let out a chuckle, kissing you softly. "Now let's get this dress out the way hm?" Haechan turned you around gently, unzipping the back of your dress. You let the silk fall off your body, and pool at your feet.

All too quickly, he bent you over the desk, making you gasp in shock. Just when you were about to say something, you felt a hard smack on your ass. "Fuck," you choked out through gritted teeth.

"That's for saying no the first time."

Smack.

"That's for the second time."

Smack.

The list kept going and going, some smacks harder than the next. You completely forgot where you were at the point, moans and groans becoming louder with each hit. You were sure you weren't gonna be able to sit without feeling pain for a bit.

"God you're enjoying this aren't you," he chuckled darkly. "you're so wet, it's dripping all over the floor. I should make you lick it up."

Panicked, you shook your head fast. "N-no."

"It's okay I wouldn't do that to you. Yet." He moves down your spine with his fingers, snapping your bra against your skin making you whine softly. "God, you're really loving this aren't you."

You started hearing the clink of him undoing his belt, the sound making you both nervous and excited. You needed this so badly, you were so sensitive, any touch, sound, taste would probably send you over the edge. You were pretty sure you were going to cum if he kept spanking you.

Haechan quickly pulled himself out of his pants quickly, cock already dripping with precum. "Now you tell me. Should I just fuck you or should I make you wait like you made me?"

"Haechan please, just fuck me," you whispered breathlessly. You absolutely hated begging for anything. It was so embarrassing that you went from yelling at him and demanding him to now pleading for him to be inside you.

"I wonder what all those people out there would say if they saw you like this." He rubbed his tip against your core, pushing it against your panties teasingly. You arched you back against him, wanting to feel more of him. "You're like a bitch in heat. Fuck Y/N, you needed this for a long time didn't you?"

You nodded fast, pressing your legs together for some pressure. "Please Haechan just give it to me already."

"Since you asked so nicely.." Haechan ripped your panties to your ankles, eyes never leaving the absolute mess between your legs. Pressing his tip on your entrance, he held your hip tight. Slowly, he pushed himself into you letting you feel the stretch you long needed. And at that moment, a look of surprise spread across his face when you let out a loud shaky whimper fluttering around him.

"Did you just cum," he said, mocking tone lacing his voice.

"I-I couldn't help it," you said, voice muffled on the table. You wanted to say something else, but was cut off by the feeling of him thrusting into you slowly. With each movement, you let out a choked moan. He thrusted so deep into you, you could feel every inch of him. The feeling was so intoxicating that you started to move your hips at the same time as him.

"Good girl," he grunted lowly. "Fuck that pretty pussy on this cock."

Your moans filled the room, the constant whimpers jumping off the walls back into your ears. Haechan took your arms and pinned them to your back when he started to fuck you faster. Your face was pressed on the smooth wooden desk practically drooling. You jumped feeling him plant a hard smack on your ass. "F-fuck!"

"You like that?"

"Mhm," you whimpered, hissing at the feeling of another smack. Haechan smacked your ass again, pounding into you hard. Your skin pinched slightly against the edge of the desk, but the pain mixed with the pleasure made your eyes roll back. "Haechan, I-I'm gonna cum."

"No you're not," he growled. Haechan pulled out of you and lifted your body off the desk. Haechan turned you around, lifting you and sitting your body on the wood. He pushed your body down looking at the mess he made of you. Your makeup was a mess, drool and small tears painting your cheeks. In his eyes, you were an absolute dream. So pretty, messy, weak, submissive and it was all for him.

Haechan swiftly pulled your hips off the edge of the desk, making you groan quietly. He lined himself back with your core, pushing himself in you and bottoming out. Haechan gave you no time to make sense of the change in position, fucking into you quick and hard.

"Haechan," you whined loudly, wrapping your legs around his waist. You were intoxicated in his touch, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head when his hand rubbed up your body and around your neck.

"These are in the way," he mumbled, a grin spreading on his lips. And with that, he ripped the pearl necklace off your neck, the sound of the tiny expensive balls hitting the ground all around the both of you.

"That..that was expensive," you moaned breathlessly, brows furrowing at the pressure around your neck.

"Don't worry babe I can buy another one." He squeezed your neck the right amount almost as if he knew it was perfect. Your hands flew to his wrist, squeezing it as you stared up at him lost in the feeling of him filling you up.

"I'm gonna cum," you whimpered breathlessly.

"Cum. Cum for me Y/N," he grunted, slamming into you. "Fuck I'm so close." He took his hand on your neck, plunging it between your legs, rubbing your neglected clit fast.

You were so fucked out of your mind, so sensitive to the point where you couldn't even form a coherent sentence. All you could do is reach up and make grabby hands to communicate with him, and luckily for you, he understood. Haechan leaned down, kissing you messily and passionately. You held onto his shirt, your grip so strong he was afraid you'd pop a button.

"Haechan, I…I" You came around him with a loud high pitched whine, core squeezing around him right. Your ankles locked around his waist, not letting him go until you calm down from your high. Once your grip weakened, he pulled out of you quickly making you whine at the loss of him. Haechan stroked himself quickly above your limp tired body.

"Shit." He came on your stomach, the white fluid sticking to your lace lingerie painting your pretty skin.

The both of you stayed where you were for a minute allowing yourselves to catch your breaths. That's when it dawned on you that you just fucked Haechan, the one person you said you would never fuck. But you didn't feel bad about it or even embarrassed. In fact, you waited for the moment for a long time.

Haechan broke your deep thoughts patting your cheek to get your attention. "You okay down there?"

"Why wouldn't I be," you huffed, sitting up on your elbows weakly. You watched Haechan eye your body, jaw clenching when he got to the mess on your stomach.

"I wanna put a baby in you so badly," he mumbled.

"Okay, that's moving pretty fast," you laughed softly. "I can't believe we just did that."

"It was bound to happen." Haechan whipped the sweat off his brow, pushing his already messy hair back. "I always thought about how this moment would happen."

"Of course you did. That's probably all you could think about for the past couple of months," you snickered.

"You say that like you didn't have wet dreams about me and probably thought about me when you-"

"Okay, okay. You win" you said quietly accepting defeat. "It's so..hot in here."

"Do you think the window will open?"

"I don't know. Give it a try."

Haechan fixed himself up quickly and walked to the window. He placed his hands on the underside of the window, not thinking that it would open at all due to how old the house was, but to his and your surprise, it did.

"Are you fucking kidding me," you groaned softly.

"Don't be mad. At least you got some dick out of this," he teased.

"Shut up and just help me get dressed."

"If I help you, will you go on a date with me?"

"If I agree, will you stop being annoying and never talk about this again?"

"Can't make any promises to that, but I can promise to buy you a new necklace."

"Then we have a deal."

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“NOT YOURS ! ” hard dom!jay x cheater fem!reader.

cw : SMUT & cheating ! (sunoo is reader’s bf), fucking on the dorm (his and jake’s room to be exact), unprotected sex, breeding kink, overstimulation, uses of toys, degradation, creampie, choking and edging. use of y/n.

a/n : i wrote and posted this before using my jay centric smut account but since it got banned or something (the acc itself and posts wont show up) i thought of bringing it here. hehehehe. and guys, never ever cheat hmmmm?

“jay please..” you whine as you wait for your orgasm, not to mention you don’t know how much you’ve came undone just for tonight. you can barely breathe as you’ve been chasing your breathe for the past couple of hours since you and him started.

“hmm? you’ve cum for who knows how much yet you still want too? look how slut you are.” jay says, obviously mocking you and he earned nothing from you but a whine. you don’t understand why he’s acting like this, you sure do likes it when jay chooses to be rough.. but not like this. you’ve cum multiple times and you can’t stop your legs from shaking. “how come tears are pooling your eyes and your pussy’s soaking wet? is this how much of a whore you are? ...for me?” he says, his ego being boosted in the process.

although you don’t know if you can handle another orgasm anymore, you can’t help yourself but buck your hips to meet the vibrations with the toy jay’s using on your clit. the room had been filled with your low cries and moans as jay watches you shake hard from the pleasure the vibrator’s sending you.

after some time, you felt the familiar sensation building up in your stomach and jay could say so, a smirk forming on his lips. you closed your eyes tight shut expecting your orgasm, but jay isn’t just done with you yet. he’s been edging you since the beginning of everything and he’s completely aware that he should be letting you cum by now, but he’s enjoying your expressions and you being a whore to him way too much.

you felt tears poke your eyes again by how your belly ache with the lost of your orgasm again. “j-jay... please.. just let me cum. i really want to cum..” you pleaded. jay looked at you to protest and mock you but seeing your fucked up face, some excess of his semen when he fucked your mouth earlier visible on the side of your mouth and your fucking doe eyes... jay’s pretty satisfied with this. so he grabbed an another toy resting on his drawer and immediately shoved it in your aching core. jay pumped it in and out and you could only hold the bedsheets tight.

“i wonder what would sunoo feel if he knows you’re this slutty to me cause you two haven’t fucked yet?” jay says, still pumping the dildo he has on you. with this, your mind trailed off and went on thinking about your boyfriend, sunoo. you love him, you really do.. but you don’t know why one glance from jay and you’re already a wet mess. on the other hand, jay seems to notice this and he started pumping the toy roughly and harder, tempted to make you think of him and only him... well, he succeeded.

“fuck!” you cursed as you felt the familiar sensation again, thoughts of your boyfriend sunoo leaving your mind once and for all. “jay.. please keep going, keep going” you pleaded and jay smirked again. “such a slut” he said before grabbing the vibrator that is laying on the bedsheet. you were about to tell him not to put the vibrator but he had already done it.. and now you’re a shaking mess.

you kept on moaning as jay pumps the dildo in and out of you and his other hand holding the vibrator up your clit, creating circles on it. you’ve started to be breathless with how much of a pleasure you’re receiving, not to mention that the one doing all this looks pretty hot infront of you.

“jay hyung? are you awake? have you seen y/n?” a voice outside the room stated, your mouth hanging open as you realize who’s the owner of the said voice. jay raised his eyebrow on this and seems to had an idea. “you want your boyfriend to hear you?” jay says with a smirk on his lips. you were about to say no but jay setting the vibrator on the highest level caught you off guard.

"no, i haven’t seen her. why? where did you last left her?” jay shouted, enough for sunoo to hear him outside. you have your mouth hanged opened as you’re trying your very hardest to supress your moans. jay’s smirk never leaving his lips. “cum for me?” jay asks lowly, pumping the dildo harder and pushing the vibrator more on your now very sensitive clit.

“oh my god, jay..” you moaned lowly, shaking very hard. “we were both sleeping and i just woke up. thought she just ate but its been 30mins so i checked the kitchen and she’s not there. the other members told me they haven’t seen her too.” sunoo explained. you heard jay scoff with this. “oh i haven’t. don’t worry about her, she’s pretty good and i know she won’t do anything that would worry or hurt you.” jay’s smirk is very visible when he said this. “cum for me, y/n. you’re my good slut, right?” he said and you could only let out moans, along with your orgasm.

you started to breathe slowly after coming undone and you were about to cuddle jay for a moment before leaving his room but he stopped your movements and hovers on top of you. “who says im done?”

jay then stroked his dick, “spit” he said and you did. jay used this as an alternative lubricant and he loved it very much. jay came down to reach your lips and he left a peck on it. “you’re doing great. such a good slut for me.” he praises as he slowly bottoms out. jay started thrusting deep and slow at first, setting his normal pace. his hands traveled around your body, making sure that everything gets appreciated. you always loved how sensual he is, but that’s not the point right now.

because when jay’s done with enjoying every bits of your body, he started thursting hard and rough. jay’s been grunting here and there and you could only let out moans. “fuck, y/n.. you’re so fucking hot” jay praises as he slid his hand on your neck, slightly groping on it at first. however, both you and jay noticed that your phone lit up and picture of you with sunoo can be seen flashed on the screen.

“your boyfriend’s here to get you” jay mocks. “harder...” but you managed to say and jay happily obliged. the bed creeks loudly as both you and jay chase your own highs, his grip on your neck hardening, making you shamelessly clench around him. jay held his eyes tight shut with how much your core’s squeezing his cock hard, tempted to let his seeds out. after some few thrusts, both of you felt the urgency of cumming and so you did, with you and jay screaming each other’s names.

after the deed, jay slowly lets his cock out of you and watches how his cum dripped on your core. he doesn’t know the exact reason, but getting to see his cum dripping out of your core could send him onto heavens right there and then. with how satisfied he was, jay crawl up and hugged you by the back, leaving open kisses on your nape and neck. jay was so ready to sleep and all but...

“i’ll be leaving you now, i’ll see you next time jay, thanks for the deed. i enjoyed it very much.” you said, showing him a smile and you reached down to place a kiss on his lips. “oh.. yeah, thanks y/n.. i’ll see you around” he said while watching you fix yourself and put on your clothes.

after this, you waved a last goodbye as you slowly open the door and slid outside for no one to notice that you came from jay’s room. and with this, jay let out a sigh. because he remembered, that he might have the privilege to fuck you, but its just that.. nothing more. because at the end of the day, you’re still not his and will never be his.

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yanavd-j · 11 months

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swallow - lee heeseung.

pairing. heeseung x fem!reader

warnings. smut (minors strictly dni), blowjob (him receiving), pussy eating (yn receiving), explicit language, use of nicknames, dirty talk, suggestive, kinda cum play (?). please tell me if i need to add more.

a/n. i thought of pink hair heeseung and boom. i made this filthy ass fic. i contribute in being heeseungs hair stylist and dyeing it pink again 🫡💪🏼 ITS A NEED. i was about to make this car sex, but nvm 💔 i will make one soon tho </3 erm this is specifically for the horny people, and thats me. so enjoy to all <3

with heeseung controlling the steering wheel while his free hand was holding onto your thigh, fuck he looked so hot.

the two of you are on the way home from an event, there was still two hours left till it was over, but heeseung couldn’t resist staring at you with your black, satin dress, your beautiful, soft skin revealing from head to toe, there was no way he could handle from getting hard because of you.

fun thing is, you did it all on purpose, and you’re definitely proud of yourself. seeing him struggle to bite back his cheekiest smirk while he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

the way he was caressing your thigh, his side profile looking sharp and handsome as ever, butterflies going crazy in your stomach.

“did we really have to go home early just because you couldn’t keep it in your pants?” you chuckled, but were you wrong though? “oh please, y/n. you don’t know how much i was struggling out there.” he sighed afterwards, laughing at his cuteness.

“i’ll let you have me when we get home.” you winked.

“hm, is that so?” he said, turning his head to the side while biting his bottom lip to hold back his smile. “don’t want it? guess we’ll have to miss out tonight-” you instantly squealed when he pinched your skin, letting out an ‘ow’, and heeseung laughed.

“i’m ruining you tonight.”

the both of you were already at the door to your shared apartment, while hungrily making out. your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, heeseung reached into his pocket to get the card to open the door, putting it near the handle making a beep sound, signalling its open.

moaning into his mouth as you were pushed against the kitchen counter. heeseung quickly lifted the bottom hem of your dress up before picking you up, placing you on the cold surface, his tongue fighting with yours in your mouth.

after breaking the kiss for a short while, heeseung slowly leaned you down, your back meeting with the counter so you could give him a better view. he gently spreads your legs, the patch of wetness forming onto your panties.

“so wet and needy.. all for me, hm?” he spoke under his breath. “n- need you, please.. hee.” you said, breathlessly. heeseung smirked before playing with the waistbands of your underwear, then pulling them straight down.

“i’ll make you feel good, baby.” putting his arms under your legs, and he wasted no time on diving into your cunt, now licking each and every part. your moans and whimpers became more louder, your neighbours could even hear it.

heeseung slipped his tongue into your hole, the way he was hitting each and every spot, you swore you could’ve came right then and there.

“so fucking sweet.” you giggled at his compliment, running your fingers through his hair as your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the immense pleasure.

his nose prodding against your folds, as his tongue was still deep inside your hole, he groaned from how delicious you tasted, you never knew how much heeseung was so turned on by you till right now, but you thought it was cute anyway.

you could feel the familiar knot tightening in your stomach, “—fuck, hee.. i’m close.” he slightly tapped your hip giving you permission to reach your high.

a few more licks on your cunt and you came undone on his tongue, your back arched as you tried to stabilise yourself on the counter with both your arms.

were you this downbad to the point where you came so quickly? gosh.

the kitchen was filled with your breathless sounds, whereas heeseung was still cleaning every spot that still had your juices on them.

“why so quick?” he laughed as you hit him lightly on his chest. “you did good for me, baby. so good.”

after several moments, instead of wiping his mouth, heeseung pulled you up from your waist and smashed his lips onto yours, making you taste yourself from the corner of his lips.

still passionately kissing, he picked you up once again and made his way to the couch, placing you down steadily. you instantly pulled him beside you on the couch, climbing on him, now straddling his lap.

“it’s my turn.”

closing the gap again while unbuttoning his shirt, sliding your hand down to feel his pretty, tanned abs. smiling in between kisses as you began your way down, kissing his jaw, neck, chest, stomach, now in between his legs, face to face with his clothed bulge.

knowing what you were going to do, he let you do the work, watching your every move as you start to unzip his pants, easily pulling them straight down, along with his boxers, then pulling out his length. already excited from the sight of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

he sighed as you then stroked his cock a few times, you doing the same from how big he was in your hands. you gave him kitten licks on his slit, teasing him for a first off. “fuck.. y/n, don’t tease.” you smiled smugly, feeling him twitch in your hands before taking him whole.

you lowered your head and opened your mouth on his dick, heeseung immediately threw his head back from the pleasure. it’s like your gag reflex wasn’t even there anymore, so you moved in further. you swallowed around him, your tongue swirling around his slit, eliciting a small groan from his mouth.

he swore he could’ve saw his cock bulge in your throat as you went further, increasing your speed. “shit—, y/n, holy fuck-” choking on his words from how good your mouth felt around him. “—fucking hell,” grabbing a fistful of your hair.

to your surprise, he bucked his hips into your mouth, and you surprisingly gagged. your eyes were getting teary, gripping your hands onto his thigh, indicating for him to stop.

your eyes were shut closed, jaw already hurting from how big he was, doubting that you’d be able to even talk after all this.

throwing his head back again with his mouth agape, smirking while biting his bottom lip as he looked down at how already fucked out you were. you felt him twitch in your mouth, signalling he’s close.

and with that, with all the energy you have left, you bobbed your head up and down faster, sucking and swallowing each part, using your hands to help you as well.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck,�� a few more movements and you felt his thick, hot cum shoot into your mouth, possible down your throat too. you quickly disconnected yourself from his dick, putting your hands on his knees to push yourself up, straddling his lap again.

heeseung with his hazy eyes, looking at you confused as you tilted his chin down with your thumb. “open,” you demanded, his seed still unswallowed. and he did as told, spitting his cum into his mouth.

“and swallow.”

you grinned cheekily, seeing his adam’s apple bob up and down, indicating he swallowed everything. “seems like i ruined you today, huh?” you softly laughed, your boyfriend doing the same, his chest heaving from how tired he was, there was no way he’s giving up at this time.

“you think i’m done with you? hm? guess you’re not going to be able to walk in the morning.” he smirks, dominating your lips once again with his.

oh, well that’s what you definitely expected.

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yanavd-j · 11 months

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Solomon/MC rough sex where Solomon doms with a lot of degradation and dirty talk would be 👌 I don’t have any specific premise or set-up in mind, so sorry if that’s too vague!

Nope! I came up with this!

Warning: NSFW, slight magic play, degradation, dirty talk

I like you too ( SOLOMON X F!READER )

He's been giving you those eyes all day. The eyes that knew, or at least you called them that because you thought he knew. Lately, he's been all you ever thought about, like ever. During anything you did, he would always pop into mind. And maybe… maybe you wanted him to know. Maybe that was your goal every time your eyes lingered a little too long on his form, hoping that he'd catch you.

And definitely every night as you pleasured yourself to the thought of him. It was quite exciting, the thought of having him walk in on you as your fingers rolled over your clit. "Solomon…" his name would roll off of your tongue so easily.

But today it was worse. You could feel him staring daggers into your back in every class that you shared with him and it almost made you….uncomfortable. Did he actually know? Were you that obvious in your attraction toward him?

You kept thinking about it at dinner that night, completely distracted by the possibility of him knowing to notice the food fight that almost happened. You even almost slipped in the shower after dinner because you were too distracted to notice the soap slipping out of your hands and onto the floor until you almost tripped on it. And then you went to bed and you could've sworn you felt a hand press up under your nightgown and you swiftly turned around to find an empty room. It's not unusual of Asmodeus to play pranks but… the room felt too empty for it to be him.

With a frown, you laid down under the covers, staring at the ceiling. That odd feeling of someone touching you was back, crawling up your leg slowly. You tried to swat it away, gasping as it brushed over your core before retrieving.

"So it is true…" you jumped up at the voice, watching Solomon emerge from the shadows. "S-solomon!? How did you get in here?" He chuckled quietly, stopping just short from your bed where he held up a textbook. "I wanted to return this, after you forgot it in class, but you werent in here so i decided to wait. In the meantime, I found some rather… interesting texts send between you and Asmodeus. I shouldn't have looked, but its not my fault your phone was unlocked."

So much information and that tingling sensation between your legs was back, although you tried to ignore it. "D-did you read all of it…?" Solomon smirked, moving closer to you until he was hovering above you on the bed. "Do you feel that?" Feel what? So he did know… "thats my magic. I didn't do much, really. It's simply a little spell to know your deepest desires and right now…" he took his pointer finger and traced it over the blanket, between your legs until it stopped right at your core, "you desire me right here."

Your face flushed with heat, your legs instinctively closing, although the invisible force was still there. "Youre so needy, (Y/ N). I can sense it. Tell me, how long have you… Thought of me?" Your eyes stared into his, seeing his hand come up and gently caress over your cheek. "N-not for long…." At least you didn't think it was that long?

He climbed on top of you, attacking your waste before forcing you back against your pillows and trapping you with his hand. "Really? I think that's a lie." One of his hands travelled down, tracing over your clothed core before finding your exposed legs. "You look good in this, you know. But I can feel youre not wearing any underwear… were you about to get off to the thought of me?"

You could tell it was turning him on too; you watched the bulge in his pants form as you nodded slowly, not daring to speak. He let out a breath he didnt know he was holding, his head dipping down to brush his lips against yours. "How would you like the real thing?" As his words progressed, you could feel his index slip underneath the gown, finding your soaking core.

"I-i… would like that a lot…" you mumbled, desperate to feel his lips against yours but he pulled back again, only leaving his finger to run between your folds. "Youre so wet for me already and all I've done was talk up until now…" you swallowed a moan, wanting to retort and make him aware of his own erection but he shot you a look. "Youre desperate for me, (Y/N), admit it. You just want me to absolutely ruin you."

You bit your lip, humming in response as he pushed his finger into you. "Y-yes….!" He laughed quietly, leaning back up to kiss you hard. "Do you even deserve it?" His finger was curling inside with every pump and you couldn't help the moan that escaped you. "Yes.. Yes i do..!" His other hand reached down to cup his bulge, rubbing over it "then beg.."

Another finger entered you, his pumping becoming faster and you moaned out loud in response, taking a deep breath, "p-please Solomon… I want you… hah… so bad! Please.. For days, .. You've been on my mind.. God, please!" He laughed a little, pulling his fingers back to undo his pants, "you can be such a slut, you know that?" You took in another deep breath as he took his fingers back, your eyes fluttering down to watch him, although his stayed on yours. "Open."

You nodded, pulling your gown up further as you spread your legs for him. He watched you open up, intently. Your dripping cunt was on display and he wanted nothing more than thrust right in. Your eyes turned dark with lust as you watched him pull his erection out of his pants, which he pulled down a bit more before he slid above you again. His eyes watched yours, which flicked back up as he positioned himself. You bit your lip in response, using your hands to spread your hole a bit as he pushed in.

You gasped out in shock, throwing your head against the pillows as he filled you up. Solomon took your hands and pulled them above your head, holding them there with one of his as he thrusted in. "You clenched the minute I thrusted in… you just really want to keep me there, dont you, slut?"

A whine escaped at his words, feeling his powerful thrusts inside of you; he didn't give you the satisfaction of slow love making when you were acting like this. "N-no… y-yes…!" You didnt even know anymore; the feeling of his dick inside of you, brushing past all the good spots too much.

He laughed, pressing another rough kiss to your lips. "Youre already so incoherent and i haven't even fucked you good yet." His thrusts were hitting deeper as your legs wrapped around his waist. Your mouth was agape, letting out a heavy breath. "S-solomon…" This was better than what you imagine. You clenched around him, feeling his balls slap against your ass with every heavy thrust. "Such a whore… hah… youre enjoying this...maybe I should've found you sooner…" you groaned in response, arching your back. His eyes drifted to your chest, his hips slamming against yours as his dick twitched. "Do you want me..? To fill you up?" Your body's response was a tight clench. He moaned as a result, still pumping into you as he released your hands and steadied himself.

You grabbed his face, kissing him roughly as he rocked your bed. At this point you were sure you woke up the whole house, but who cares. His hips slammed against yours again before his thrusts slowed, his cock twitching as it spurted his seed inside of you. "Hah…" this time it was him moaning against your lips, eagerly trying to hide his moans with hungry movements. Your walls pulsated around him, trying to gather everything until he pulled his softened cock out of you and fell beside you on the bed.

For a while, you just laid there, panting and staring at the ceiling, at least until Solomon wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. "Ah…. I like you too, by the way. I dont know if I made that obvious or not…"

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yanavd-j · 11 months

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amazon wishlist — kang taehyun

pairing: roommate!kang taehyun x afab!reader summary: your roommate and best friend, taehyun, finds a dildo on your amazon wishlist.

wc: 5.5k

warnings: masturbation, dry humping, dirty talk (praise, some degradation), pet names (princess, angel, baby, pretty), like One spank, teasing/humiliation?, penetrative, safe sex, mention of cunnilingus and handjob, also unrealistic because taehyun games here but. let me live my gamer bf dreams ok?

note: originally wrote this in 3rd person and then had to manually change it to 2nd person so sorry for any mistakes ! also still figuring how this site works so sorry for the plain formatting. i dont actually know if amazon sells dildos, and if they cost $30? probably not but yk... artistic liberty... capitalism...

There’s no chicken.

You notice this one Friday afternoon in the middle of July, while the pavements outside sizzle from the heat and the sun spills through the windows and warms up your back. You’re in the kitchen, sifting through a pathetic heap of frozen food. Usually, you head to the nearby supermarket after pilates class to pick up a pack of bacon; other times, Taehyun comes home after a day with Kai bearing a bag of frozen wedges. Either way, it’s clear that neither of you have bought anything edible since your last grocery run two weeks ago.

Frozen french fries. Korean corndogs. A half-empty pack of fishcakes. No chicken.

You open the fridge, eyes skimming over its meager contents, as if it would be there. It isn’t. You open the freezer again, wondering if the gods above would be so gracious as to summon some chicken breast into your freezer to feed you and your roommate tonight. They don’t.

“Maybe we should go grocery shopping.”

You’re fresh from a long, elaborate shower. Your hair falls in wet tresses over your shoulders and you’re clad in dolphin shorts and a big shirt that might have been Taehyun’s but you borrowed so often and for so long that he probably forgot it ever belonged to him. It’s your turn to cook dinner and you’re grumbling over the fact that Taehyun cooked your only remaining pack of chicken breast last night when you hear his bedroom door click open.

Just in time. A shitty rap song follows the sound of the soft padding of his footsteps against the floor. “Hey, you home?” he calls from halfway down the hallway, but you cut him off before he can say anything else.

“I told you I would cook chicken and you still finished it last night, and now there’s nothing for me to cook, asshole,” you say, more exasperated than angry. You turn around just as he walks in, wearing nothing but black joggers and his obnoxious RGB headset. His eyes are wide and bashful. You wrinkle your nose and turn around again. “What happened to your shirt?”

Taehyun has the decency to sound sheepish. “Sorry, I was playing with the boys,” he mumbles, like that wasn’t painfully obvious already. You have no problem with seeing Taehyun or shirtless guys by themselves, but a shirtless Taehyun has you torn between wanting to throw up and throwing away your clothes. Maybe to other people having a first-class view of his washboard abs sounds like a blessing, but to you, it’s only a level below mental distress.

“Tell Kai I said hi,” you say absently, now going through your drawers for restaurant flyers (if worse comes to worst, you’ll order takeout for tonight). “Anyway, what’d you come outside for?”

“I needed to talk to you about something.”

At this, you peer over your shoulder, studying Taehyun’s face. He doesn’t look particularly upset, just stoic, which is a dangerous sign in itself. Taehyun’s usually calm, but he’s not stoic—at least, not in this stage of your friendship, when Taehyun has known you long enough to stop pretending that he’s some sort of tsundere.

“Is something wrong?” you ask softly, turning around to lean against the counter.

“I saw your wishlist on Amazon. Why do you have a dildo on there?”

The words fall on you like a bucket of hardened cement. You feel your heart rate increase by about a thousand beats.

“I—you what?” you sputter in disbelief. There are a few seconds in-between this moment of horror where you want to scold him, yell at him, do anything, but it’s not like he’s in the wrong. It’s your Amazon wishlist. But why was he snooping around on it? And why did you put a dildo on it? Fuck. Your mind searches for an intelligent response, but all that falls out of your mouth is, “Other people can see that?”

Taehyun raises his eyebrows. “Yes? I hope you didn’t share it with your parents or anything, ‘cause it’s like, the first one on the list.”

You grip the counter, suddenly feeling very ill. “Oh. Shit.” You had not done anything of the sort—you kept your parents away from your online presence for that very reason. But if anyone was to stumble upon your questionable wishlist on Amazon dot com, you weren’t expecting Taehyun of all people. Your best friend? And roommate? Really? Fuck Jeff Bezos, for real.

“But that’s besides the point,” Taehyun says, advancing towards you, and you back up a little. Between his tall, wide-shouldered frame and you being a good bit smaller, you discover that it is very, very easy to feel intimidated, almost trapped, by him. “Why do you need to buy one? You know I got a dick, right?”

It’s like another punch to the stomach, except someone also crushed your head with a boulder. If you weren’t red before, you definitely are now, sweat pooling at your palms at his implication. “What the fuck are you talking about.”

Taehyun shrugs and reaches behind you to grab a glass from the dish holder. “I’m just saying,” he says, making his way over to the sink. “Why waste thirty dollars on some plastic when you can get the real thing for free? And better?”

Are you even hearing him right? “Genuinely what are you on,” you say, still aghast. “I wanted to buy one because—because—I mean, I-I don’t know, it’s normal! Shit, Taehyun, does it really matter? Don’t tell me you’re being serious.”

He shrugs again. “Why not?”

You say the first thing that pops into your mind. “What if it sucks?”

Taehyun only laughs. “You really have that little faith in me?”

“I don’t know!” You think briefly on the sex talks you two have had—some you had sprawled over each other on the couch, glasses of soju in hand; others you had during movie nights, clay masks smeared over your faces while you struggled not to laugh too hard. They were fun, sure, but it’s one thing to hear Taehyun talk about fucking other people and another to hear him talk about fucking you. To your knowledge, Taehyun’s pretty good in bed, but… But why are you even considering it? You both have been best friends for years. If you have sex, it’s only going to ruin your friendship. There are other ways for you to feel good—ways that don’t risk a seven-year friendship and getting kicked out of the apartment.

“I don’t know,” you say again, suddenly terrified at yourself for not giving him a straight answer. It should be a hard, flat no! You shouldn’t be considering it all! Yet here you are, your brain suddenly full of the thought of Taehyun and his dick.

“Hey, I’m just saying. Trying to open up some options for you here. I’m one hundred percent willing, but only if you are.” Taehyun puts up his hands like that settles it. He flashes you a smile. “Just tell me, okay? And if you still don’t want to, that’s chill too. We’ll both act like this never happened.”

Is that even possible? “Right,” you say, feeling faint. “Okay, yeah.”

Taehyun’s smile doesn’t fade. You can only watch as he takes a swig of water and shuffles happily to his room.

You think about it. Probably a bit too much.

You have an essay to write for your class, and it’s due in a few hours—but you can’t stop thinking about it. It being Taehyun fucking you. In your defense, you’ve been pent up all week, trying to balance your academics and health and social life and Taehyun all without having any time for yourself, so it makes sense, you think. You hope it makes sense that you’re fantasizing about your roommate, considering everything that’s happening to you.

You shut your laptop and sigh, lying back down on your bed. Taehyun has been acting completely normal in the three days between now and when he had first made his offer, which you are endlessly grateful for, but also bewildered by. He had even paid for takeout that same night, and you had eaten it together on the floor of your living room, and it was like nothing had even happened. Still, you’ve been mulling it over ever since. Pondering it, if you will. And it’s not your first time. Many nights you have found your tired, worn-out brain wandering to your roommate, his pretty face, great body, cute personality… How it would feel. What he would do. Taehyun, leaning over you, kissing you, running his pretty hands up and down your skin. Nipping at your collarbone with his sharp, perfect teeth. Grazing them along your neck, sucking at the soft parts.

Fuck. You’re wet.

You feel crazy.

Your hands slide down your panties, face burning with shame. The only thing you can think of is Taehyun, his soft skin and pretty brown eyes, his lean arms and chest. You picture him above you, caging you between his arms, a glittering smile on his face as he touches you, his back muscles flexing. Do you like that? he whispers, his voice low and raspy. You don’t even have to work hard to imagine what he sounds like during sex—the walls here are awfully thin, he’s a twenty-one-year-old guy, and you’ve thought about it more often than not.

“Fuck,” you keen, your hips rolling up as you dip your finger into your folds. Your free hand trails up your torso and into your mouth; you roll your tongue around your fingers and wish, crazily, that you were sucking on Taehyun’s instead. “Shit, oh f—”

“About your offer.”

You’re sitting at the dining table. Taehyun is halfway through his serving of pancakes that you made for him in a partly-tired, mostly-horny daze. After a particularly busy morning, you can’t remember much of last night other than the fact that you fucked yourself sore and came three times in a row, no refractory period, and now you can barely hold your fork.

Taehyun looks up at you. He’s shirtless again. If you were any crazier you would be disappointed that he never left much room for imagination before your first time together. “My offer,” he echoes.

“From a few days ago,” you clarify, poking your fork through your slice of toast. “The. You-fucking-me thing.”

“Ah.” Taehyun leans back and you can tell he’s fighting down a smile. “Yeah, what about it?”

“Well. I’ve been kinda… you know, lately,” you begin, staring hard at your plate, “and I was gonna buy the… you know, but then I realized my shipping address is still at my parents’ house and I really don’t want to wait for another week or pay extra to get it the next day or pay thirty dollars for a plastic dick so—”

“So you want me to fuck you?”

You let out a breath and brave a glance at him. “Yeah,” you mumble.

“That’s all you had to say,” Taehyun says with a smile. He pushes his plate away and fixes you with a look. “When do you want to do it? Kinda weird to be planning this out, no?”

You groan and bury your face in your hands. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to do it,” you groan.

Taehyun laughs, reaching over to touch your arm. “Don’t worry about it. What about later tonight? After you’re finished with your homework, I can help you unwind,” he suggests, and he sounds like he’s just telling you about the weather—but his voice has dropped about three octaves and normally you would find this shit cringe, but. Holy fuck.

You aren’t one for slutshaming, but perhaps you are one yourself. You squeeze your thighs together and nod, your gaze falling to the table. “Sure. That sounds good.”

“Good. You can come to my room once you’ve finished. I won’t be playing tonight, so don’t worry about interrupting. Well, you might be interrupting something, but—”

“Okay, okay, I get it. Nooo need to elaborate,” you spit, standing up and picking up your plate. Taehyun laughs as you walk over to the sink and put away your dish. When you return back to the dining table, he continues eating like nothing happened. “I’ll go study now.”

“Study well, pretty.”

You make a vague sound of affirmation before slipping inside your room again. You back up against the door and take a second to breathe, then shuffle over to your closet.

Your panties are wet. Again.

“Come in.”

You step inside his room. It’s dark—his lights aren’t on, save for the RGB strips on his setup. He sits on his chair, legs spread, lap looking awfully inviting. For once, he’s wearing a hoodie, and he looks like he just got off a game.

“I expected to catch you at a more… compromising time,” you say, carefully.

“Funny way to say you wanted to see me jerking off.”

“I didn’t say that,” you say with a frown, and you stop walking in front of his chair. Taehyun pats his lap. He’s smiling so, so wide.

“Take a seat.”

You’re grateful when his hands reach up to cup your waist, guiding you as you slide a leg over him and sit down. It’s weird—oddly comfortable, but your tits are pressed up against his chest and your faces are really, really close. Like, close enough you can see each of his eyelashes. He’s so, so pretty.

Taehyun looks you in the eye. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, voice soft. When you nod, he hums and squeezes your waist. “Alright. Tell me about your day.”

“Huh?”

“Foreplay, baby. That’s like, the whole essence of a hookup.” Taehyun raises his eyebrows at you. “Would you just play along?”

“Fine, fine. I didn’t do mu—oh,” you gasp, as Taehyun’s lips latch onto your neck, pulling you into him. “Ah, fuck. I didn’t do much. I—I woke up early and did some assignments. Got a ninety percent on my mock exams.”

“Woah,” Taehyun says, pulling away. His eyes are bright. “Really?”

“Yeah. All of them.”

“Damn. Good job. Sometimes I forget you’re smart and hot,” he murmurs in between kisses. “Perfect girl.”

Holy shit. “Um—and then I went to the gym and this guy asked me for my number,” you continue. Taehyun licks at your throat and bites down hard. “Ow, fuck you. I said no thanks and then went back home and showered.”

“Did you do anything in the shower?”

You scoff as he licks along your jaw. “No. I’m not a perv like you.”

“Not a good idea to make fun of the guy who’s about to fuck you.”

“Sorry. Can’t help it.”

“And then what?”

“And then I had breakfast with you and after, I… I fucked myself a little.” Taehyun groans and your breath hitches in your throat. “I thought of you.”

He chuckles. “I would have been a little confused if you hadn’t. You must have been so pent up, baby, huh?”

You grab a fistful of his hair and pulls him away from your neck so your eyes meet. “I’ve been thinking of you. For a long time. Even before you made the offer,” you say, barely breathing. Your grip loosens, and you watch as his eyes grow dark. “Anytime I got h-horny, I—I imagined you. And I… was going to buy the toy ’cause I never thought I’d get the real thing with you.”

Taehyun seems taken aback, but his face of faint surprise melts into his usual cocky smile and he presses his lips against yours.

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but the real thing is a little bigger than five inches, baby.”

If you weren’t wet before, you’re drenched now. You feel a little bad for his grey sweatpants, the front all smeared with your precum. But knowing Taehyun, he’d probably like that.

You continue kissing for a while, Taehyun’s gaming chair creaking incessantly underneath your weight, but you’re too turned on to be bothered. He’s still playing with your panties, rubbing you over them. You honestly, truly might die.

“Taehyun,” you say, pulling away. He looks like a mess, lipgloss smeared all over his mouth, hair messy from your constant running your hands through them. “Can you touch me?”

“I am touching you, baby.”

You whine. “No, no, like—like inside me, please, fuck.”

“Use your pretty voice to ask me nicely.”

You take a deep breath but it’s let out as a whimper. “Please, Taehyun. Fuck me with your fingers,” you mumble, burying your face in his neck. “Please, please. Please.”

“Good job, princess. Of course. Anything you want.”

And you—you almost die, and it shows with the way you squeezes your thighs together and nuzzle your face deeper into his shoulder, letting out a soft moan when he finally moves to comply.

Taehyun seems to notice, because something in his eyes shifts and he leans in, kissing your cheek. “Do you like it when I praise you, baby? Come on, tell me everything. Tell me what turns you on. Want to make you feel good.”

“I like praise, yeah,” you say, your voice trembling as he moves his hands down to the hem of your panties. “Praise and… And some degradation, too, but mostly praise. I like pet names and—fuck—biting and spanking and k-kissing, fuck, even just kissing turns me on so much.”

“I can tell, baby.” Taehyun glides a finger over your cunt and smiles. “You’re fucking soaked. So cuuute.” He coos it, like you’re some sort of cute doll and not his fucking roommate whose pussy he’s playing with.

It makes you whimper, your fingers shaking where they should be holding onto Taehyun’s shoulders. “Ugh, fuck,” you squeak. “Fuck you.”

“Let me do it first. Grind down on me, pretty.”

You comply and gasp a little at the hardness underneath you. “Fuck. You’re so—”

Taehyun hums, his hands moving to your waist, helping you rock harder against him. “Just for you. I’ve been hard all day just thinking about you.”

You make a pathetic sound at the back of your throat and kiss him, your mind suddenly flooded with images of him touching himself right here in his chair, the slick sound of his hand wrapped around his cock, all while he thinks of you. Without warning, he reaches up his free hand and lightly taps at your cheek; you don’t even have to think about it before your mouth falls open and his fingers slide in.

“Perfect,” Taehyun breathes, and your heart skips in your chest. “You’re so good, fuck. Didn’t even have to ask, what a good girl.”

You grind down harder. Taehyun throws his head back and lets out something between a sigh and a groan. “Fuck, princess,” he rasps. “You’re so cute.” He reaches up with his other hand to caress your flushed face. “You feel really—ugh—really fucking good.”

“Oh my god, wait, fuck, wait—” You whimper around his fingers and slow to a stop; your hands clutch at the back of his hoodie. You whine into the cloth, breathing him in, feeling him all over you. His hands move down to your waist, squeezing gently. You can hardly breathe. “I… I was getting close. I don’t wanna come yet.”

Taehyun shifts a little under you; you huff when his hands slide under your ass and he moves to stand up, lifting you with him. “Let’s move to the bed, then,” he grunts, and your legs close around his waist as he carries the both of you to his bed.

He preoccupies himself by kissing you—your lips don’t move away from each other’s as you tumble onto the mattress. Your mind is racing. You’ve imagined kissing Taehyun so many times before, fantasized about how it felt, and these past few days it was all you could think about. His lips are so warm, his hands even warmer where they wander on your skin. You want him close, closer. Inside.

You break the kiss. “Taehyun,” you murmur against his lips. “Taehyun, please.”

Thankfully, Taehyun seems to understand what you’re getting at, and doesn’t make you beg for it—he’s shimmied out of his sweats and hoodie in record time, with only boxers and a wife beater left. He smiles down at you, gentle, loving. “Could you undress for me?”

You don’t need to be asked twice. You pull your dolphin shorts down and kick them off your ankles, trying your best to peel off your shirt as you do so. Taehyun is fully shirtless now, shadows cast across his toned muscles, and his hands probe at his boxers, but his eyes are fixed on you.

You have never felt so exposed wearing your favorite set of lingerie—you fight the urge to cover your stomach with your arms and instead opt to look up at Taehyun from under your lashes and hope he’s as horny as you are right now.

It takes a moment for Taehyun to recollect himself, but when he does, his hands are immediately on you, awed at your softness. “Damn,” he breathes.

“How eloquent of you.”

Taehyun laughs, running his hands down your waist. “No, I—” He breathes out another chuckle, his eyes trailing down to your belly. “No, you’re just perfect.”

Your cheeks heat and you feel yourself throb a little at his praise. “Says you. Know how many guys would kill to have your body?”

“Know how many guys would kill to have such a beautiful, sexy, smart girl like you?”

You press your lips together. You can’t help but think about how nice he looks, seated between your legs. “A lot of guys would be after you, it seems.”

“Can’t blame them. Fuck, your thighs,” Taehyun groans, moving his hands over them. Your breath catches in your throat. His hands look—are—huge. “Oh my fucking god. Promise me you’ll let me eat you out.”

You blink. “Of course,” you say. “Could you get to fucking me already?”

Taehyun laughs. “Right, sorry. Let me take my boxers off first.”

“Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah, it should be in the hoodie pocket.”

You retrieve the hoodie from the other side of the bed and feel around in its pocket before your fingers graze the plastic; you immediately pick it up and throw the hoodie on the floor. Meanwhile, Taehyun is finally fully naked and stroking himself; you turn even redder. Fuck, you want him so bad.

You tell him so. “Hurry, hurry, please,” you gasp, tossing the unopened condom packet to Taehyun, who chuckles.

“On your hands and knees, angel.”

You obey and whimper impatiently as Taehyun opens the condom and puts it on.

“Jesus, baby, you’re such a mess already and I haven’t even put it in,” Taehyun mumbles. You feel the bed dip where he climbs onto it again, and moans when he gives your ass a smack. “Needy. That’s what you are. Needy and impatient.”

You whimper. “Please, pleasepleaseplease, just put it in, put it in—” Taehyun pushes the small of your back so you drop face-first onto the mattress, cheek squished against the blankets. It smells like him. Everything smells like him. For once you fall silent when he announces he’s sliding in and you feels it poking at your entrance. Your eyes squeeze shut.

He slides in the first inch and you can’t help but whine. “Pleeeease, Taehyun,” you gasp, your voice high and reedy. He complies without an answer, sliding in more, slowly, until he’s almost halfway. You let out a squeak.

“What’s wrong?” Taehyun coos. “Don’t think you can take it?”

You make a small, pathetic noise at the back of your throat. “Nonono,” you cry. “You’re just… really big. Bigger than that—that dumb f-fucking dildo.”

“Aw, am I r-r-really?” Taehyun grins and eases another inch into you before you get the chance to retort. You suck in a breath instead, bunching the sheets into your hands. In a moment of guilt, he uses his other hand to give your waist a reassuring squeeze, then leans over to push back your hair for you. “Damn, you’re tight. You can take it, though, can’t you?”

You whimper. “Ah, shit, yes.”

“That’s it. There you go. Doing such a good fucking job, taking my cock.”

Taehyun kisses your shoulder as he slides in the rest, a string of pathetic whimpers and cries leaving your mouth as he bottoms out. Once his thighs touch the back of yours, he stays very still, letting you adjust to the size.

To both your surprise, you are the one who breaks the almost-silence with a short huff as you prop yourself on your elbows. “You… you can move now,” you grit out, sounding almost pained.

Taehyun hums. “Tell me first. Which do you like better? The toy or my cock?”

You’re silent, but he can see your knuckles whitening as you grip the bedsheets. Taehyun scoffs and grabs both your arms with his hand, pulling them behind you with a grunt. You yelp as his cock hits a different angle inside of you.

“Tell me. Which one is better? I won’t move until you tell me.”

You whimper for a few moments, but Taehyun doesn’t let up. You take a shaky breath and let your head hang. “Y-you,” you mumble.

“Louder, pretty.”

“I like your cock better—hmf—better than the toy,” you say. Taehyun can hear the tears in your voice and his belly flip-flops. So fucking hot.

He might have said that out loud—you might have heard him—but he doesn’t have time to think about the possibilities, because at once he’s drawing his hips away from yours and slamming back inside again. The reaction is immediate. You keen, chest heaving at the intensity.

“Fuck,” you croak, clinging onto the bedsheets.

“God,” Taehyun breathes, holding you up to his chest, “I’m obsessed with you.” He mouths at your neck and you whimper.

“Don’t bite too hard,” you plead. Taehyun bites down harder in response.

“I’ll bite as hard as I want,” he says, but there’s no heat in his words, and he presses a kiss to your shoulder right after. His hands snake up your body, from your hips to your waist until they stop comfortably at your tummy. He thrusts in and out of you at a steady pace, kissing mindlessly at any sliver of skin he can get his lips on. “Been dreaming about this for ages, you know. I’ve been wanting to fill you up for the longest time.”

Fire stirs within the pit of your stomach at the thought. “I do, too. Fingered myself thinking it was your cock,” you mumble back, delirious, and you can feel him smile against your shoulderblades. Suddenly, he slides out, flips you over and enters you once more in a single swift movement. His pace picks up and you exhale slowly, melting into the pleasure, your eyes trained on the array of faces he’s making above you.

“You’re perfect, angel.” Taehyun’s voice drops into a murmur, his bangs falling perfectly around his face. “I’ve always wanted to do this with you, baby. Not only because you’re really hot, but”—he lets out a moan here—“also ’cause I really, really like you, and I don’t wanna fuck the shit out of you for no reason, I—I also wanna take you on dates, and—” He pauses and groans when you squeeze down on him, eyes twisting shut. “Ah, shit, and I wanna fuck you not as a one time thing, but—fuck, but as like, a boyfriend thing—mm—you know?”

You let out a moan, your eyes cracking open incredulously. “You’re telling me this now?” you pant.

Taehyun laughs but goes even faster, his hands still tight around the softness of your waist. You cry out and latch onto his strong arms, wondering if this is happening, if this is real, if Taehyun really just confessed to you in the middle of rearranging your guts. You can’t believe this. Your heart flutters. Your pussy throbs. God, what is wrong with him?

Taehyun’s hand moves up to your jaw. He tilts your chin up and presses your lips together in a slow, slow kiss. “Fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous. Shit,” he says, kissing you again and again. He looks almost desperate, moving inside you, his entire face flushed red. “I love kissing you. Such a pretty girl, my baby, aren’t you? I—oh, fuck, you feel so good, I like you so much.”

“Shit,” you mewl, reaching up to cup his face. He kisses the corner of your mouth, moving almost desperately now, moaning loudly against your skin. “Fuck, Taehyun, you’re crazy—fuck—”

“Tell me how beautiful you are,” Taehyun rasps, not sounding like himself at all, but he moves his hips impossibly faster, and his hand trails down to your neck. “Tell me how pretty you look while your pussy chokes this dick, fuck.”

You wail, your hands flying up to grasp at his wrists. “I’m—’m a puh-pretty girl, fuck, ’m so pretty—”

“That’s right, princess. Are you close? You wanna come?” he rasps, reaching down now to rub your clit. “Go ahead, baby, come on my cock, please, fuck, come on—”

“Taehyun,” you gasp, your breath hitching, as you feel the waves of your oncoming orgasm.

“—cream on it, sweet girl, make me proud, wanna feel you coming for me, ’cause of me—”

You cry out from underneath him and you jolt so suddenly it startles him; your back arches off the bed and your thighs clamp around him and you go very, very still. You come for a long time, breathing and whining throughout it; Taehyun keeps moving, easing you out of it, his hands rubbing and squeezing your waist until finally your muscles relax and you go slack, melting back into the mattress.

“That’s it, pretty, good job,” he murmurs, running feather-light touches up and down your torso. “Good job, princess, what a sweet girl.”

He slides out of you after a minute, and you make a noise; you crane your neck to watch as he peels off the condom. “Did you come?” you ask, your voice awfully quiet. He looks up at you and smiles.

“It’s fine, baby.”

You move to sit up. “No, no—”

“Angel, I’m good.”

“You’re still—”

“Shush.” Taehyun scoots closer to you, settling on his elbows between your legs. “I still want to taste you.”

An hour later, you find yourselves lying in bed together. After making you come another time on his tongue and finally coming after the world’s best handjob, Taehyun had scooped you up and seated you in the bathtub, where you took turns washing each other’s hair and giggling deliriously about what had just happened. You smell overwhelmingly like his shitty male body wash, but you find it hard to care that much when he’s buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Seeing that your friendship was effectively ruined in the best way possible, you find it hard not to giggle a little, wrapped in his arms. Taehyun’s hands, sliding smooth and gentle across your torso, stop abruptly.

“What are you laughing at?” he asks, sounding affronted.

“You. You’re ridiculous.”

“What? I wasn’t even doing anything.”

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to just ask me out on a date? As opposed to offering to fuck me. You came off a little strong with that, you know,” you mumble. “Now that I think about it, it was kind of a dick move.”

“Sorry,” Taehyun grumbles. “I’ve asked you out to dinner multiple times but you kept calling them friend dates so I gave up on that.”

“You were trying to flirt with me? I had no idea.”

“Clearly. That’s why I had to stop trying to make romantic advancements and just settled on asking to fuck you instead. The dildo was the perfect incentive.” His fingers move up to tangle in your hair. “I had—I have, like, the biggest, stupidest crush on you. It’s embarrassing.”

You smile. “Lucky you. I like you, too.”

He breathes out, presses his forehead to your shoulder. “Thank god. I was waiting for you to say it,” he says quietly. “We don’t have to talk about it now, though. Let’s talk about it in the morning.”

“Fine with me. Why were you even looking at my Amazon wishlist, anyway?”

“Well.” Taehyun stills his hands and clears his throat. “I was trying… to pick out… a birthday gift for you.”

“A birthday gift?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my god.”

“Don’t laugh.”

You start to laugh. “Oh my god,” you say again, in between giggles. “My birthday isn’t for another two months, dumbass.”

“I wanted to be prepared!” Taehyun protests, pinching lightly at your waist. “I told you, I have the biggest fucking crush on you. I was gonna give you a bunch of little gifts. And actually, I was planning to ask you to be my girlfriend. I was so excited, too. Asked the guys for help and everything. Soobin was going to hold up the sign. And Beomgyu was in charge of finding a nice place.”

You snort, twisting around to kiss him. “Sorry for laughing. You’re just an idiot sometimes,” you mumble, and kiss him again. “If it makes you feel better, I would have said yes. And anyway… I kinda knew you liked me. The walls are very thin, you know.”

Taehyun tenses up behind you. “What?” he asks after a beat of silence.

“I hear you jacking off all the time. I’m sorry to break it to you. At least you sound pretty.”

Taehyun groans and presses his nose between your shoulderblades. “Fuck you,” he says, muffled.

You hum. “We’re even.”

tyun: pussy so good i professed my undying love for her

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gamer bf!beomgyu who lets you cockwarm him while he plays his games. he's laser focused on the screen, watching his character run around collecting items and killing players from the opponent team. you shift slightly on his lap, making beomgyu release a loud hiss.

"stay still." he grits, holding his mouse tightly. you apologize quickly, grabbing your phone to distract yourself from the heat resting comfortably inside you. and it works, a little. you watch tiktoks absentmindedly for a while, but the neediness you pushed to the back of your mind occasionally surfaced, globs of slick dripping out of you and sliding down beomgyu's length and dripping on his chair. you pray beomgyu is too engrossed in his game to notice the way your walls tightened occasionally, and how the space in between his legs on the gaming chair became wet.

unfortunately for you, beomgyu does notice.

"you're dripping." he murmurs in your ear, eyes still trained on the screen. he does a triple kill, his fingers quickly moving on the keyboard. the round finishes just then, a short intermission appearing on the screen. beomgyu lets the hand on his keyboard move to hold your jaw softly, leaning it upwards so he can softly press kisses behind your ear. you squeeze his dick, sighing. the moment doesnt last long when his character appears on the screen again, this time in a different map.

the boy places his hand back on the keyboard, lips leaving your skin. "'m sorry, honey. i'll help you properly after this round."

you gulp when beomgyu bounces his leg, the tip of his dick softly prodding at your sweet spot.

"don't get my chair dirty when you cum." he casually comments, smirking.

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Baby It’s Cold Outside

Summary: You and your boyfriend Ran Haitani visit your family this Christmas. When you called your mom to confirm plans for your visit, you weren't shocked when she mentioned that your room was ready, and that the guest room had been cleared out for Ran.

Warnings: Sneaky, sleepy, sweet Boyfriend!Ran lovin’ on Christmas morning. Unprotected sex within an established relationship. Female bodied reader.

🔓RAN 🔓 RINDOU 🔓MIKEY 🔒IZANA

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: hello this is a part of my very special holiday collection with my favs, all set after the epilogue. i’ll be posting them soon before Christmas stay tuned! I hope you all love it<3

“Baby…” He whispers, voice cautious, reprimanding. “What if someone saw you?!”

You welcome yourself into his bed, and despite his hesitation, he instinctively wraps his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. “Nobody can see me right now, Ran; it's the middle of the night. And I missed you,” you speak to him soothingly, your voice muffled by the waffled fabric of his shirt.

When you phoned your mother to confirm your arrangements for a Christmas visit along with your boyfriend, you weren't shocked when she mentioned that your room was ready, and that the guest room had been cleared out for Ran.

Although you appreciated your parents' traditional ways of doing things most of the time, spending Christmas morning alone in bed rather than cuddling your lover made you question that view.

You had been tossing and turning for hours before finally deciding on impulse to go to the guest room, to his room.

He presses his lips to your forehead. “Felt the same way about you, baby. It's tough to get to sleep without you,” he confesses. “Can’t remember the last night we weren’t in the same bed, can you?”

You respond as you burrow deeper into his side, and he silently giggles at how incomprehensible it is. He pokes you gently, and you squeak, peering out at him, “I said probably not since you went to America, and that was over a year ago,” you point out.

Ran chuckles and grips your waist to play fight with you; in your playful scuffle, his silk pajama bottoms slide up a little, and your icy body brushes up against him. “Jesus! woman, your legs are ice, what the fuck?!” He whisper-shouts in disbelief.

You pull a face at him. “I'm wearing shorts since I'm used to sleeping next to your radiator ass, so technically my freezing legs are your fault. It's your job to warm me up, dude.” you declare.

There is no hiding the grin that has spread across his face, even in the pitch black room. “Oh, I'll warm you up,” he says quietly to himself. You laugh as he gently glides his palm across your face to kiss you. He murmurs against your lips, “Thanks for coming to see me.”

“Couldn’t let you spend the night alone, ‘specially not on Christmas,“ you coo. You turn to your side to snuggle into him and smirk to yourself when you’re greeted by his stiff cock poking your ass. “Here I was thinking you were being sweet but it turns out you’re just happy that now you won’t have a blue Christmas.”

You feel your hair blow off your face as he exhales a laugh. “I was asleep! Give me a break,” he chuckles, nudging you forward. “And not to blame anyone but nature, but you've been moving around quite a bit since you got in here.”

You shoot a pout over your shoulder. “It's freezing, so I'm trying to keep warm!”

“Then wear pants! Oh my god,” he laughs as he yanks the collar of your shirt over your shoulder and kisses the back of your neck. “Nice work on the blue balls joke by the way: subtle, holiday themed, good stuff.”

You grin as you grind against him, enjoying the sensation of him hard between your cheeks. “Oh but baby, there is nothing funny about this,” you sigh, feeling yourself get more and more turned on with each roll of your hips.

When Ran's hand slides across your neck to tilt your chin for a kiss, the warmth of his touch is intense despite the chill of the weather. Like your favorite morning dates with him, it's slow, reliant, and sensual. His hand slides under your long-sleeved shirt, dancing around your stomach before flying up to yank on your nipples. You press against him until you can't stand it any longer, and then you reach around and squeeze him through his pajamas.

He moans into your lips and nibbles at your bottom lip. “You sure, baby?” He asks quietly.

You stroke him through his pants, eyes clouding with arousal. “They won’t be awake for hours,” you promise him. As soon as you stop stroking him, he makes a disapproving noise, and as soon as he sees you undress, he makes a hungry one. He pulls himself out of his pants while you settle back in.

He creeps up behind you, so you lean into him, reach between your legs, and grab his cock. You grind on it for a while, coating him in your wetness, and then slowly pull him within you.

You contort slightly to get a better look at his mouth and plant a kiss on him, covering up the sighs of contentment you're itching to let out. The deeper he goes, the better you feel, and before you know it, he's buried inside you, you're gasping into his mouth, and his hands are back under your shirt, grasping your breasts perhaps a bit more roughly than intended.

"Feel so full from this angle, fuck,” you whisper, choking back a whine.

Both of you start to gasp in shock as Ran starts to move. Following a series of thrusts, he shifts your legs slightly, crossing one back over his to further open you. “Too tight like that, baby, was gonna be over way too quick,” he explains gruffly.

He rocks into you and you whimper at how deep he’s able to hit now. “Not gonna be very long for me regardless,” you admit, sliding your hand inside his sleeve to dig your nails into the skin of his forearm.

“Oh yeah? Did all that snooping around rev you up?” He teases, dragging your earlobe between his teeth.

You start swaying your hips along with him, praying that the added movement doesn't raise the noise level too much. “Honestly, maybe,” you giggle. “How’s it feel knowing I’m willing to ruin an entire holiday for your dick?”

“You said you missed me,” he protests in mock offense. A small pinch stings your ass and you giggle even more. “You fooled me into thinking you wanted to cuddle, but it turns out you were actually just wanting to get laid..”

“You’ve spoiled me, can’t even go one night without having your cock put me to sleep,” you reply cheekily, clenching around him just to hear his reaction.

The strained groan that results satisfies you more than you anticipated. “Gonna get us both in trouble,” he huffs, grabbing on to your leg for leverage as he pumps into you faster. “Can’t have the whole family knowing what their precious baby girl is really up to.”

Your hand trails down your body to find your clit and you massage it briskly, in time with his thrusts. “Your baby girl now,” you reply. You get a laborious grunt you were expecting from him in response to your statement, but it's your own groans that can be heard clearly in the otherwise silent guest room.

Ran hushes you, his hand flying to cover your mouth; if you're honest, both of these things drive you on even more, and his hand muffles another series of cries, “Come on, baby, need you to cum for me before you wake everyone up,” He grunts in approval as he feels your pussy flutter.

You attempt to suppress your whimpers, but he hits you just right, and a couple slip out as your body tenses and your pulse quickens around his cock. His hand tightens on your mouth, and you think you feel another wave of tremors pass through your body.

His breath is frantic and heavy against your skin as he fucks you through it; you’re squeezing him so tightly you’re surprised he’s still able to move inside you. He buries his face in your hair, weakly murmuring your name as his rhythm stutters and he fills you with his cum.

You reach up to stroke his hair, and as you both come down, he leisurely pecks along your neck. The atmosphere is calm but affectionate as he quickly assists you in cleaning up, but you're shocked he doesn't object when you slip back under the covers with him instead of returning to your room.

“Wanna sleep in here with you,” you explain, sighing in relief as his arms envelop you once more. “I’ll leave before anyone’s up, don’t worry.”

“Whatever you think,” Ran responds sleepily, squeezing your shoulder.

“Oh now that you got it in, you don’t care what happens anymore? I see,” you tease, playfully pushing a cold foot under his pant leg.

He snorts. “You snuck over to come on to me, icy girl,” he shoots back. “Fortunately for me, at least one part of you remains warm.” He pinches your inner thigh, just in case you didn’t get his point.

You gasp in mock horror, “Disrespecting your own girlfriend in her family home on Christmas?” You jab his side repeatedly until he pins your wrists to your chest and kisses you sweetly.

“I’m glad we got to have our own little holiday,” he whispers. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

You smile as you snuggle into him, eyes feeling heavier by the second. “Merry Christmas, Ran.”

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Good Hands.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 1,4K.

𖦹 content: soft dom!ran, unprotected sex, breeding!kink, hints of dumbification, edging, manhandle, mating press, age gap.

𖦹 pairings: [older] bf!haitani ran x [younger] gf!fem!reader.

ᥫ᭡. request. ┊ taglist! ┊ tokyo rev. masterlist!

The phone rang once. Twice. Thrice. Your hand reached for the bedside table the first time, his hand pulled yours away from it, he wanted your full attention on him. The second time, you tried to catch the breath and do the same action as before, your boyfriend grunted in response, holding you still, almost pinned by the waist, against the soft mattress of the bed in his house. The third and final time, a gasping "Please" came from yours lips, he leaned over to pick up the phone and stare at the glowing screen before opening a cocky smile and rolling his eyes before speaking:

"It's your mom, Mama's lil' girl," his voice remained calm as the phone was delivered into your hands and his other fingers, deep inside you, increased the speed just so Ran could see you get teary eyed as your tried to control your own reactions.

You already knew what the subject matter was in that call, especially since, when you left home warning that you might be spending the night at Ran's house, the first thing your mother did was try to come up with excuses and obstacles to make you stay home as if she was protecting you from a world you already knew, liked, enjoyed and desired.

It was obvious that she and your father were not the biggest fans of Haitani Ran, and deep down he understood very well why that was that way and agreed that your parents were just trying to make you not waste a part of your life that you might regret later — although, Ran didn't consider himself a waste of time or a mistake for you. The main problem was the age issue, he was older and gave you a sense of security and warmth that even the most mature guy your age couldn't get in a million years, and you were willing to pick as many fights as necessary with your parents to stay by his side, being his cute little girlfriend that he always presented with a wide smile and a proud hand showing off the pair of rings he bought in the first months of official dating.

Ran understood where yours parents' concern was coming from, he understood even too well, but they needed to face it: Haitani Ran is not that bad. Not now, not after going through his entire youth being a delinquent for Tenjiku and Kantou Manji and Rokuhara. In fact, he had even stopped actively engaging in some other personal works with Rindou as soon as he started dating you just to try to fit into his father's "perfect, starched guy" box.

"Yes? Hello? Mom?", you asked irritably trying to balance the cell phone between your sweaty fingers as Ran left wet kisses all over your back and tried not to make the bed sheets rustle too much, "Huh? I'm at–," his fingers curved inside your pussy and you bit the bottom lip, only speaking again when you were sure you weren't going to moan into the sound pickup of the phone, "At Ran's place, his house, yes, now, I'm with him!"

Ran leaned in to rest the chest against your back and rest his face against your other shoulder, his breath beating over your neck and causing a shiver to run down your back and your walls to clench even tighter around his fingers, the adrenaline beginning to dilate his veins the same way it did when he and Rindou were in the middle of a gang war.

"Tell her your boyfriend is treating you so well," you heard him whisper anda at the same time, felt his fingers increase the rhythm, the wet noises between your legs inevitably becoming more present and your head getting more and more dizzy, "How I am stretching you out so nice, she should know you are in good hands."

You whispered a "Stop" to him and your mom thought it was up to her and you mentally cursed. The situation was thin ice and your boyfriend would rather get in the way than help.

"W-What? With... him? With Ran?", you looked at him and he understood that your mother wanted to talk to him.

However, your phone was not picked up by him until he took fingers out of your pussy, sucked them calmly watching you almost despair with the call still active and manhandled your body to leave you lying facing him, with legs pressed against your breasts in a typical mating press and his dick rubbing between your wet, sensitive folds and a deep breath coming out of you as soon as he took control of the situation and placed the phone against his ear.

"Yeah, Miss? Ran talking here right now, you need anything?", he looked at you with a sideways smile playing on his lips and, with his other hand holding your waist, directed his cock to be flush with your entrance, ready to slide inside, "Yes, I am with her right now, she's kinda busy, but ‘m not, 'course we can talk, Miss."

On the other end of the line, your mother was complaining to Ran that she wanted you home by 10:00 at night. He looked at the wall clock; it was already 11:30, almost midnight. And, truth be told, Rindou's older brother only heard the beginning of her complaint, the seconds later he was busy biting his lip hard and pounding deep inside you, his long cock kissing your soft cervix and making your walls stretch almost to their limit to take him.

For you, it was the last straw, Ran had been edging you all night, always taking you to the edge of cumming, and it was exactly what you needed to cum with eyes rolling up and fingers digging into the bed sheets desperately, your pussy clenching around him and squirting completely over his shaft and making the mess of bodies in his bedroom even bigger.

You didn't see it, but there was a smug, proud smile on his lips and he had to press the phone against his ear to concentrate back on the woman on the other end of the line.

"10PM, you say? Oh, it's already so late, I don't think I could–", he thrusted hard into you, the headboard slamming against the wall and one hand forcing your legs to remain propped against your bust, "Sorry, y'know how loud my neighboors are with those parties, right? And, Miss, I don't think I could let your pretty daughter go back to your home at this time, it's so late, isn't it? Besides this–", Ran began slowly slamming inside you, "She's in such good hands, trust me, I even have some clothes of hers here, in my house, so we may have no problems ‘n–"

This time, your mom gave the cell phone to your dad and Ran rolled his eyes ready to listen to him ranting that he wanted you two to break up, after all, where have you ever seen a guy as old as Rindou's brother fall in love with a girl as straight, as young as you? Unacceptable!

But, the call didn't last. Your boyfriend hung up and threw the phone down on the armchair next to the bed before he put both hands on your thighs and really began to move fast and hard inside you; your moans finally being able to be released and the sound of skin hitting skin reverberating throughout the room.

Now it wasn't just casual sex, just sex as you normally did. Ran was now in charge of fucking the worries out of you, it was his job to make you relaxed and not let your pretty little head worry – and he was great at it.

"Can you feel me throbbing inside you, princess?", he asked rhetorically, and you tried to groan out a positive response that made him open a little smile sideways; in the end, you were always going to be his favorite drooling, murmuring mess, "'Course you can, you can feel everything just like always, right? You're always so sensitive."

Ran, after stroking a little more, realized how close he himself was, the veins around his cock foreshadowing an ever closer climax.

"I wonder if you're goin’ to be more sensitive when I fuck a baby into you, are you goin' to, princess?", you couldn't answer anymore, anything that came out of your mouth was just a mess of words and whimpers, "We can't know if I don't breed you, can we? So sad, I think I'll need to fill you up real good, wasting no drop, so we can find it out, huh?"

If your parents were already pissed that you were dating an older guy, Haitani Ran could give them a good reason to be.

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sooo… I had this thought after seeing Ran in his suit

Say he has to go to an event and he’s looking so good you try to get a quickie from him but he’s in a rush so you play with yourself, He ends up coming back because he forgot something he catches you playing with yourself ties your hands to the headboard and fucks you deep and slow 🥴

❤︎ — fingering, unprotected sex, MDNI

Ran always been the type of man to fuck you anytime, anyplace and no matter the circumstances but tonight was different. He had to attend a event and had to leave, you, his horny wife behind in her time of need and he was already running late.

You were quite frustrated that Ran had to leave.. especially leaving the house looking so good. You wanted him then and there, even tried to persuade him by getting completely naked in front of him as he got ready. It took everything in him not to take you down and fuck the shit out of you but this was an important event and he couldn’t miss it.

“When I get back home, I’m all yours.” Ran leaves a kisses on your lips as departed. Fuck it, if you had to satisfy yourself then so be it.

You climbed into bed and open your legs wide.. you then took two fingers and rubbed the slit of your already soaked cunt. one finger, then the other inserted inside. Your fingers weren’t as long as Ran’s, you loved it when he fingers you, fuck, you wish he was there.

You began softly moaning Ran’s name, biting your lips as your fingers moved in and out of your cunt.

Soft whimpers and wet sounds were heard as Ran approached his bedroom. He peered into the room to find you fingering yourself and blissfully moaning his name. He chuckled and you almost jumped out of your skin upon hearing his laughter.

“You naughty, naughty girl.” Ran began undoing his tie, “I merely just forgot my phone but I come back to find you playing with yourself.. you’re that desperate for my cock, darling?” He smiles upon seeing the embarrassment wash over you. “That event isn’t that important anyways..”

“Nghh— ah, Ran!!” You were a moaning mess as Ran folded your legs back to your chest. His strokes were deep and slow.. he was enjoying the view of his cock being covered with your slick. You yanked at the headboard where your hands were bound by his tie.. you were completely helpless and Ran wouldn’t have it any other way. Everytime his dick slips out, he takes his time putting it back in your awaiting cunt by running his length up and down your slippery folds. You’re begging for him to put it back in but he just laughs at you then finally gives in when you’re on the verge of crying. And this goes on all night long.

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use me

pairing: mean dom bf!taehyun x f!reader

synopsis: taehyun wants you to beg. maybe he should make you.

wc: 2.2k

warnings: reader is fem-bodied and also referred to as a girl! established relationship, dirty talk, begging, masturbation, OVERSTIM, cowgirl/riding, you’re both mean to each other in this but he’s meaner U will never beat him, not really hard dom just mean dom, taehyun calls u: baby, angel, pretty girl, he also calls u stupid (sorry), princess Of Course

note: basically a continued? fic version of this ask. i was h word one day and decided that the concept was too sexy to be kept as a thought/drabble so i extended it! hurray! u could think of this within the same universe as amazon wishlist tbh. and also imagine taehyun with his blue hair and sexy arms and sexy face and sexy abs and sexy lips and

You would be lying if you said you didn’t know how you ended up here.

The truth is, you know exactly how this all began—with Taehyun fisting his cock in front of you, moaning like a whore, and you watching him and refusing to beg.

Still, if you were to be completely honest, you don’t know exactly why you were acting like such a brat. The night had been normal leading up to when you two entered the bedroom; Taehyun had cooked you dinner, washed the dishes while you made dessert, picked what show to watch while you sat on his lap on the couch. Maybe it was then that this all truly began, when you began to wriggle too much, just to feel the firmness of his hands on your waist, the swelling of his cock underneath your thighs. And that had led to him dragging you to bed, telling you to ask nicely if you wanted to suck his cock. You didn’t listen. You still won’t.

It had taken him probably about ten minutes of jacking himself off slowly in front of you as “punishment”—pretty hand wrapped around his even prettier cock, hard and lubed up—before he finally realized that his ultimate plan to make you beg was never going to work. Not if you kept staring up at him from where you knelt down next to the bed, looking like some sort of perfect, clueless angel. Like something he could break if he wanted to.

That definitely gave him an idea. And so it started with you on your knees, looking up at him all sweet and perfect, and your stubbornness has led you back on his lap, biting your lip nervously as you try to decipher the look in his eyes beyond carnal hunger. Taehyun gets like this sometimes. And it’s fucking hot.

“You okay, princess?” he asks, running his calloused hands down your thighs. Checking in, as he always does; not only for your sake, but it turns him on knowing you want to get fucked as much as he wants to fuck you. You don’t mention it, though—you don’t say anything at all, just nod, giving him a tight-lipped smile. As bratty and uncaring as you had been acting earlier, seeing Taehyun get himself off had affected you a lot more than you let on. You had felt the wetness seeping between your legs literally seconds after he had gotten his cock out and started fucking his fist. That wasn’t something you could control—however, being all solemn and acting like you didn’t care, that was something you excelled at. “What’s your safeword, baby?”

“Blueberry,” you mumble back, running a hand through his hair, and he graces you with a smile.

Satisfied, he settles hsi back on the bed, reaching an arm behind his head to rest on. “You know what to do, princess,” Taehyun rasps, giving your ass a small pat. You squirm, giving him a look. “C’mon. Ride me.”

“What?”

“If you don’t wanna beg, that’s fine. Just make yourself feel good. Use me. Use this cock to make yourself come,” he tells you lowly. “I know you love it. Don’t pretend like you don’t.”

You make a small noise, miffed, but you obey anyways, grabbing the base of his cock. You make sure to look him in the eye when you slide him in, but a part of you regrets it, because Taehyun truly doesn’t back down, gazing up at you with every second, every inch of his cock that fills you. You can’t even muffle the small moan that you let out after you take him all in, and you certainly can’t hide your blissed out face when you start moving up and down. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to it—how good he feels, how good he looks, staring down at the place at which your bodies connect. You can’t help it, you’re obsessed with his face, the way it scrunches when you clench down on him and smoothes itself out when you slow down your hips. There’s a lot of things you could love about Taehyun, and one of them is how he looks during sex.

Taehyun, to his credit, spends the next ten minutes or so pretty quietly, evidently trying to stick to his own plan of letting you fuck yourself on him. It’s a weird punishment, you must say, not one that you’re really used to, but hey. Taehyun’s already ruined you for anyone else’s cock—it’s not like you’ll complain at the chance to ride him. And he likes it, too; you can tell even if he won’t say anything, from the slight grimaces he makes, the way he tilts his head back whenever you grind back down.

His plan might work. It’s getting harder and harder to pretend like riding him isn’t affecting you. Your legs start to shake. The moans you let out are higher, shakier. You can barely hold yourself up by the time Taehyun finally takes the initiative to grab your hips and help you move against him, grunting out a Got you, baby right as your first orgasm crashes down on you.

“Fuck,” he says, as you slump over and your head meets his chest. He runs the very tips of his fingers up and down your torso, dancing them all about your skin until you’re shaking even more. Goosebumps spring from where he touches you, but he doesn’t stop, smiles at the way you twitch when his hands brush the ticklish spot underneath your tits.

And then his hands still on your waist, and his fingers fasten around them a little tighter, and then he’s moving you up and down by the pure strength of those goddamn arms. Fuck. You must say it out loud, squeaky and accidental, because below you Taehyun lets out a chuckle and then his fingers are on your clit and fuck. Fuck.

“T-Taehyun,” you breathe out, your voice wavering, “I j-just came.”

The steely look he fixes you is enough to shut you up. “And I haven’t, so keep fucking riding me,” he snaps. “You know what to say if you really can’t take it, right?”

You only nod helplessly, moving up and down his cock again, the feeling of him inside you sending a spark of electricity down your spine. Blueberry, blueberry, fuck, it’s too much but you would never say it, not now, when it’s so much that it feels so good. Fuck, there’s no reason it should feel this good. Taehyun twists at your nipples and chuckles when your hips jolt at the sensation—fuck Kang Taehyun and his skillful hands and perfectly composed self. You can’t even think but he’s quite literally pulling at all of your most sensitive parts.

You feel Taehyun’s hips start to grind up into yours. You can tell from that, as well as his fidgeting hands, that he’s starting to get impatient. “Come on, princess, keep going. Thought I was boring you, right? Don’t tap out on me now, baby, be fucking grateful I’m even giving you my cock—”

You shake your head, adamant. “No, no, nonono I can’t I can’t, ’s too much, fuck, Taehyun, Taehyun please—”

“Aw, it’s too much? You begging for me now? Wanna be good for me?” he rasps, smacking your ass. Leave it to Taehyun to say just the right thing to have you squirming, even if he’s technically upset with you. “Fuck, look at you, sweet girl, fucking shaking for me. Keep going. Keep riding my fucking dick, I’m not gonna ask you again.”

You wail, finally lowering your hands from your face to steady them on his shoulders. You move up and down, slowly, trying not to think about the sounds you’re making, the sounds of skin against skin and your wet cunt.

“Be good and make me come. Make me come, you were so mean to me today, this is the least you could do for me—fuck, fuck—”

“How have you not come yet?” you whine, and fuck, you can feel your strength slipping away from where your hands are fastened on his shoulders. Taehyun only lets out a breathy laugh underneath you and lands a soft smack to your butt. “Taehyun, please, I can’t—can’t, I just... Pleeeaaase, please, hmngh, fuck.”

Taehyun’s grip hardens on your hips, and you still. He tugs you down so you’re face to face, and your tummy flutters at his expression—eyes narrowed, lips swollen, fucked out and so fucking hot. “Too much, baby?” he pants, threading his hands through your hair. You nod, moaning and nibbling against his collarbones, and there are a few seconds of this breathless quiet, as you both find your breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. Eventually, he tugs you away from where you suck on his skin. Gives you a winning smile. You almost forget he’s annoyed with you. “Okay, angel. Too much? All tired out? Fine. Fine. We’ll do it your way.”

You can feel his hips moving underneath you, his cock still inside. “Hyunnie,” you mumble, scrabbling at his chest, but he only grunts. It takes a few moments for him to adjust his position and really dig his heels into the mattress before he’s suddenly fucking up into you with a loud, desperate moan. The pace he sets from the start is staggering; you can barely process the new position before he’s all up in your guts, pounding into you, until you can’t even fucking think.

“S-stupid girl, can’t even ride her poor boyfriend properly, always gotta do everything myself,” he mutters through gritted teeth, eyes transfixed on where his hips slam into yours. “Ff-fuck, don’t you feel sorry for me? Can’t even make me come without getting all dumb ‘n drooly. C’mon, kiss me. Kiss me, princess, make me feel better.”

You mewl and move to oblige, pressing your soft lips all over his face—cheekbones, jawline, nose—but it’s hard to land them properly with how fast he moves underneath you, completely throwing you off-balance. You resort to whimpering while struggling to keep yourself up with your arms, hands still resting on his firm chest. Taehyun doesn’t even care, too busy fucking up into you to notice.

“Say sorry now,” he instructs, his tone still cold and unfeeling. “Say sorry for being mean to your boyfriend, tell me how much you love me.”

“’M sorry, I’m so sorry,” you cry, your lips still latched onto his skin. “I’m sorry for being mean, ’m sorry, you make me feel so good, always mmf, making me come—hnng, love you, I love you, Taehyun—”

“Good job. Good girl, good fucking girl. Fuck. Your pussy’s so—hah, so good, so sweet to me, so perfect—” He smiles wickedly, showing his teeth, and you almost come again just looking at him, his blue hair matted against sweaty, golden skin. “Love this princess cunt, love you. Gonna make me come, love you, I love you, sweet angel, fuck– I love you so much—”

“W-wanna come,” you warble, the feeling so sudden but so intense that all you can think about is how much you need it, regardless of how it was at the back of your mind before. It’s like your brain has caught up to you, all of your pent-up desire crashing back down on you in a landslide. You start begging before you even realize it. “Please, please, pleaseplease Taehyun please Tyunnie pleaseee let me come letmecome—”

You’re breathless, needy, begging like a fucking slut and you know it, but Taehyun—Taehyun has never looked prouder, gazing up at you with his achingly kind eyes, nodding at you slowly, like he wants to make sure you understand. “Gonna come again?” he whispers, lips pressed against the tips of your fingers, and you nod. He hums and smiles, the tip of his tongue peeking out to lick at your thumb. “Good girl, come for me again, princess. Just one more, you can do it, make me proud—fuck, c’mon, I’ll come with you, ffffuck, princess, I love you—”

There’s a brief second between Taehyun’s rambling and both your orgasms—and he chooses that second to twine his fingers with yours and kiss your temple. It’s probably the hardest you’ve come all night, but what really has you reeling isn’t your climax, it’s how Taehyun looks after his own; sweaty, breathing hard, still looking at you. God knows how long he had been holding back. You had half-expected him to black out right after, but no, he’s just gazing at you, like you’re something to be admired even with your face all sweaty and hair a mess.

You lean down to kiss him anyways, regardless of how you look, kissing him more for your own benefit than his—he receives it with his usual eagerness and a quick smile against your teeth, almost missable. He pulls away, letting the both of you breathe for a moment, chests rising and falling against each other’s.

“Princess.” Taehyun presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose and breathes out. “I loooove you,” he murmurs in a sing-song voice, and taps his fingers against the column of your throat. “Did so well, my pretty girl. You feeling okay? Need some water?”

“Water would be great,” you reply, nuzzling in closer to him. “Could you draw me a bath later? Please?”

“Begging for me now, huh?”

You poke the side of his stomach and he jolts with a harsh laugh. What an ass, you think, kissing his cheek. I love him. “Shut up.”

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Five Star Rating (m)

— pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader

— genre/tropes: smut; slight angst; fluff(?); strangers to friends to lovers; experienced jay; less experienced reader; humour; slight college au; slow burn

— word count: 7,894 words

— summary: when an app is created to rate your lovers on how good they are in bed, you never expected it to backfire in your face. upon receiving a rating of 2.9 stars out of 5, you’re left with no other choice but to ask for help. but who exactly is willing to help you?

— warnings: explicit language; mentions/conversations about sex; alcohol consumption; mentions of marijuana; jay calls reader ‘pretty girl’ a lot; finger sucking; jay owns a sex toy box; slight dom/sub dynamic (jay is mostly in charge); handjob; cockring & bullet vibrater; protected sex

— author’s note: this fic wouldn’t even exist if it wasn’t for aria putting the idea of jay teaching sex into my head <\3 feedback is appreciated <3

— taglist: @jaylaxies @end-hyphen @deobitifull @taekookstiddiemilk @enhasengene @sunnyjayjays @my5colors @8252000 @wannabekris @shionmarryme @moonlightonmyheart @dynneee7 @loves0ft @parkmochidotcom @1115phile @serpentbadger @hoonlv @stunninj4y @hee-pster @sunoosnr1 @valley-of-lies @wonyofanclub @steph507 @en-chey @sjakewrld @zerasari @captaindidyou @deewly

NUMBERS HAVE ALWAYS DEEMED THEMSELVES BORING, SO WHY NOW ALL OF A SUDDEN ARE THEY IRRITATING YOU?

The big, bold black numbers were staring you straight in the face. Their ugly faces flashing ugly emotions as you tried to look away— but you couldn’t. You couldn’t look away at the damned number.

It was almost as if all the numbers in the world were mocking you; teasing you; bullying you.

In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if they were. But, it didn’t make sense. Of all numbers in the entire world, it had to be a measly 2.9. Two point fucking nine. What made the number so terrible was the fact it was a rating, a rating stating how good— or bad— you were in bed.

You wouldn’t normally dwell over things like this. Everyone has had their fair share of bad fucks, but you apparently were deemed the bad fuck.

You groaned before chucking your phone on your bed, eyes glaring at the device. “Stupid thing.” You muttered.

“That’s not a very welcoming hello.”

You snap your neck at the sudden extra voice in your bedroom; your nerves calming down upon seeing the face of your best friend. “Soomin. Hi.”

“Hi.” She smiles as she makes her way towards you, sitting down on the bed. “What’s got your knickers in a twist?”

You scowl, “Nothing.”

Soomin scoffs, scooting closer to you and snatching your phone from beside you. “Doesn’t seem like nothing— oh… oh.”

“Soomin!” You lurch forward to try and grab your phone back, but she’s too quick with her reflexes that you end up flopping down next to her, your face squished against the bedding. “Please, just give me my phone back.”

Soomin shakes her head, “How is this even possible?”

“What? You know my password? Beats me.” You lift yourself up on your elbows, your features now looking grumpy. “How do you even know my password? I’ve never told you it.”

“I looked over your shoulder one time— but that’s beside the point,” she waves her hand dismissively, “How did you even get this score? I thought you were good at sex? I mean, from all the boys I’ve seen you fuck, it would make total sense for your score to be a five, a four at the lowest… but a two point nine? Jeez, that’s rough.”

“I am good at sex!” You grunt. “Well, at least I thought I was.”

Soomin looks at you apologetically. “I didn’t mean to make you doubt your skills. I’m just shocked.”

“I’m shocked, too.” You sit upright, taking your phone and clicking on the star rating displaying your downfall. You at least hoped you could see who gave you what rating, and if possible, a reason behind it.

“What are you looking for?” Soomin peeked at your phone.

“Just trying to see if I can find out who gave me whatever many stars out of five.” Your tongue pokes out the side of your mouth in concentration. This app was brand new and still in the prototype stage, so it was a little difficult to navigate; but once you came across an option to see your rater, you didn’t hesitate to click on it.

“Damn… you’ve slept with a lot of people.”

“Are you calling me a slut?” You raise an eyebrow. “‘Cause if you are, I wouldn’t— I have a lot worse to say about you.”

Soomin shuts her mouth instantly. You smile gratefully before turning your attention back to your phone, scrolling through all the people who have something to say about your certain set of skills.

“This has got to be some kind of sick joke.” You gasp upon seeing all the comments. Soomin leans over your hands to read the comments for herself.

“Oh no…”

Lee Jeno — 3 out of 5 stars: she was okay. got the job done but nothing to get excited over.

Lee Juyeon — 2 out of 5 stars: took me awhile to get hard, she didn’t know what to do. actually i think it was because she had something on her mind idk. wouldn’t recommend her tbh

Lee Taeyong — 4 out of 5 stars: she’s really really pretty and made me cum quickly ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎

Yoo Jimin — 1 out of 5 stars: i take it she’s never been with a girl before??? she’s a sweetheart but seriously needs to learn a thing or two :/

“I can’t read anymore.” You shut your phone off and place it in front of you. Maybe looking at the comments wasn’t such a good idea after all. “I can’t believe people think I’m that bad in bed.”

Soomon pats your shoulder consolingly. “You only looked at a couple of comments, maybe not all of them are going to be that harsh.” She picks up your phone and shows you Taeyong’s comment. “Look, he seems to have liked what you did. Not all of them are bad.”

You turn your nose up, not wanting to find the positives about this. “If only one comment is good out of the four I’ve read, then my chances of my ego being patched up are pretty slim.”

“Why do you have to be such a negative nelly?” Soomin frowns at you.

“I’m not. I’m just being realistic.” You shrug, brushing her hand off of you so you could curl up into your bed. “Maybe I should become celibate. That way I won’t have to ruin anyone’s chances of getting a good fuck.”

Soomin groaned as her head fell back, “You’re so annoying when you get like this.”

“Get like what?” You glare at her.

“Like this!” She waves her hands at you. “Like you’re some pitiful little person who has nothing going right for her. That’s not the Y/N I know. The Y/N I know would try and do something about that god awful score— not mope about.”

Soomin was right, but you couldn’t let her know that; her head was already big enough as it was.

“Let me wallow, I’ll be fine.” You mumble against your pillow, trying to end the conversation and halting further humiliation.

It was silent for a few minutes and you had hoped Soomin had given up trying to help, but no. She began speaking. “Are you sure there’s nothing you can do about your score?”

You groan and turn your body to stare at her.

“What?” She asked innocently. “You could always send them a message to see if they could potentially change the rating they gave you? Or, and this is totally off the top of my head so don’t attack me with the pillows— you could get someone to help you.”

You sat up, head tilting in interest as you egged her on to explain more. “Help me?”

She nods, “Yeah, like, I don’t know— hire someone.”

“Hire someone? I’m so lost, Soomin, what the hell are you on about?”

Soomin plays with the strings of her hoodie, not daring to make eye contact with you as she says, “I think you should hire someone to teach you how to have sex. Proper sex.”

It took a couple seconds for her words to sink in, and when they did they struck a chord within you. Proper sex? Were you not having proper sex this whole time? Is she implying that you don’t know how things work in the bedroom? So many doubtful questions fly about in your mind and you can’t help but wonder if they’re true.

“Y/N… what are you thinking?” Soomin chews on her bottom lip in anticipation; she hates it when you’re quiet for too long.

You look her in the eyes after letting out an exasperated sigh. “I think you’re right.” Soomin almost chokes on her breath. “I think I do need help.”

You heard the front door open and your heart stopped. You knew who it was, but you don’t think you have the courage to see them. Today wasn’t going well for you, let’s just say that.

The footsteps got closer and you didn’t dare to turn around. Only when two hands gripped your shoulders from behind the sofa did you look up at a disappointed face. “Hi.” You were so sheepish.

“No, don’t ‘hi’ me.” Soomin mocks your voice. “Do you wanna tell me why I just bumped into some random guy on the way up here looking like he’s about to cry?”

You wince, dropping your head. “Not really.”

“That’s not an answer I’m accepting. Tell me. You had sex again, didn’t you?” Her voice was so stern and full of authority— it made you feel like you were being told off by a teacher or parent. It wasn’t fun. None of this was fun.

“Maybe.” You shrugged. “Maybe not.”

Soomin tuts and moves round to stand in front of you, her hands on her hips and a mean stare boring into your face. “What happened to getting some help?”

“I am getting help!” You groan, grabbing a cushion and hugging it.

“From what?”

You stay silent. You knew that if you answered you’d be more embarrassed than you are right now.

“Y/N, where are you getting your help from?”

“I don’t want to say.” You look up at Soomin— she really didn’t look impressed. But, the more you think about it, this doesn’t really have anything to do with her. After all, it’s your sex life, not hers. “Isn’t it enough to know that I’m getting help?”

She shakes her head, “No, tell me.”

“Soomin— don’t look at me like that— seriously—? Okay, fine!” You jab the cushion with a finger. “Youtube… I’m watching videos on Youtube.”

You hear Soomin take a sharp inhale, the atmosphere immediately changing, and you knew what was about to happen. “Youtube? Wait— hold on. So, you’re telling me that you’ve been watching videos on what? Sex therapists, porn, tutorials?”

You gasp, “No! Who do you think I am? Some kind of sex pest, or something?”

“Well, I don’t know. You’re the one watching Youtube videos on how to be better at sex.” Soomin tries to keep a straight face, but from the idea of you watching a sex tutorial has her laughing. She’s a sucky friend.

“Stop laughing at me, or get out.” You glare up at her.

“Oh, come on! How did you even resort to Youtube? Didn’t you try finding someone on the app to possibly help you?”

“Of course I did.”

“Well?” Soomin sits down next to you, eager to hear what you have to say. “Did anyone say yes?”

You nod your head slowly, your teeth biting your bottom lip as you recall the messages exchanged. “He did say yes. But…”

“But what?” At this point, Soomin was leaning in too close for your liking, you could see each piece of glitter stuck to her eyelids. “Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!”

“He wants me to go to his place.”

Soomin looks at you like she’s heard this all before. “Seriously? That’s the but?”

You lean back, shoving the pillow into her face and groaning. “Soomin, you’re not being any help! This guy said yes to helping me get better at sex. I shouldn’t trust him. This feels too risky and too damn stupid.”

“Please,” Soomin laughs. “This guy is offering to help you! It seems like a trustworthy thing. Can I see him? I wanna see what he looks like.”

You hesitate a moment, wondering if it’ll be a good idea to show your best friend the guy who could potentially help you gain better… skills. “Here.” You hand her your phone and she gawks. “What?”

“He’s— that’s— Y/N!” Soomin looks like she’s about to pop.

“What! You’re freaking me out.” You snatch your phone back to try and figure out what’s got her so worked up, but from the last time you checked, no new messages or updates came through.

Soomin takes a second to regain her composure. “Y/N, what I’m about to say is going to knock your socks off.”

“I’m not wearing any socks.” You deadpan.

She rolls her eyes ignoring your comment. “That’s Jongseong— or better known as Jay. Y/N, my sweet, little, adorable, cute, loving best friend, the Jay has just offered to teach you sex.”

You looked confused as ever. “I have no idea who that is.”

“Are you for real?!” Soomin grabs your arm and shakes you. “He’s the hottest and most popular guy on campus! Have you not seen him walking around? His friends are so fucking hot. I’ve slept with one of them.” She adds a smirk to the last comment, seemingly proud of herself for accomplishing such a thing.

You shrug. “Still don’t know who this guy is.”

“You’re giving me a headache.” Soomin rubs her forehead. “Surely you’ve seen him at least once around college, right? Wait, hold on, you might have a class with one of his friends… Heeseung? No, Sunghoon? No… ah, it’s Jake! You have a class with Jake!”

Your eyes bulge, “Jake Sim? Sim Jake? Sim Jaeyun?”

Soomin grins the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. “Yes! He’s bezzie mates with Jay. Now does it ring a bell?”

“I didn’t realise it was him.” You stare at your phone, not really knowing what to do or think now that you know who’s willing to do a gruelling job. “I’ve gotta cancel this plan. I can’t go through with it.”

“No! You’re doing this, whether you like it or not.” Soomin wags a finger at you. “You’re gonna go get laid by Jay, your legs will wobble and ache because he’ll be the best fuck of your life. And you’ll come back here and tell me how good he felt being inside you, maybe you’ll have a few hickies covering your neck, some hand marks on your thighs…”

You realised that she was fantasising about Jay right in front of you. “You’re gross.”

Soomin shrugs, “A girl can dream.”

“Not on my sofa.”

Nervous was an understatement. You’ve never been so anxious and paranoid in your entire life.

You don’t know why you allowed Soomin to drag you out to this party— who’s party you ask? The one and only Park Jongseong. The same exact guy who said he’d help you, but you knew that. It’s the only thing that plays on your mind.

What were you to do? You weren’t that great at flirting; you found yourself sticking to Soomins’ side in a group of people you don’t know; you didn’t tend to get drunk at parties (you’re almost always the DD— Designated Driver). So, right now, you were out of your comfort zone.

“My palms are getting sweaty.” You rub your hands down your front.

“Mum’s spaghetti.”

“What…” you look at Soomin and wonder what even goes on inside her head. Most likely a bunch of wild animals pole dancing to classical music— weird stuff.

“Eminem. It’s from one of his songs,” she waves her hands about to jog your memory, acting as if you’ve never heard of the rapper. “It’s from the song Lose Yourself… okay, I give up. You’re so uncultured.”

You shake your head and giggle, “Whatever. Is anyone even gonna open this door? I’m getting cold out here.”

“What do you mean? We just walk in.”

“Huh? Then why have we been standing outside for nearly 10 minutes?” You sigh and brave it as you twist the door handle, opening the large wooden door and being immediately swamped by loud music, neon flashing lights, and the stench of alcohol mixed with marijuana and different flavoured vapes.

“Man, I fucking love parties.” Soomin was practically vibrating beside you.

You nod your head with pursed lips, “Yep.”

She rolls her eyes, “Come on, let’s go get you something to drink and then we can spy out Jay.”

You hold your breath until you’ve made it safely to the kitchen. If you were being honest, you don’t think you’ve seen so much alcohol in your entire life. There was liqour, beer, spirits, seltzer’s, sours, mixers, and even guinness— who the fuck drinks guinness?

You catch Soomin in the corner of your eye grabbing a red solo cup and pouring practically every open bottle into it. “Are you insane?”

“Hm?” She lifts your head momentarily before turning her attention back to the abomination of her drink.

“That’ll kill you. You’ve mixed too many drinks into that, your stomach will melt.” You wouldn’t normally be concerned with how much alcohol she drinks, but this is the first time you’ve seen her pour this much into one cup. “I get you like alcohol, but let’s be—”

“Awe, you’re so cute.”

You whip your head at the sudden voice joining in on your conversation. The body is tall, lean, and apparently he likes to wear tight clothes that show off his abs. You weren’t complaining; but you were about to. “Would you mind not butting into my convo? This doesn’t concern you.”

“Damn,” he tuts. “If this is how bad your attitude is, no wonder it reflects your sex life.”

Your jaw drops open. “Jay.”

“Hi, pretty girl.”

You scowl. “Don’t call me that.”

He moves in an instant to your side, his arm draping over your shoulders to pull you into his side. “Don’t be like that. We’ll be spending a lot of time together soon, we gotta get along.”

“Not necessarily,” Soomin interrupts after downing half her drink. “You could hate each other all you want, it only leads to some great fucking sex. I would know. I hate fucked Sunghoon.”

Jay raises an eyebrow at the mention of his friend, “Weird. He’s never mentioned you.”

Soomin smirks, her eyes glinting. You knew she was going to say something rude or snarky, so you had to speak before she did. “Okay, this conversation is over. Soomin, let’s go find someone we know, and Jay, please leave me alone. Just for tonight.”

It takes Jay a hot minute to realise he’s still holding onto you, so when he lets go you’re slightly pushed towards Soomin. “Jeez, I can’t be that gross, can I?”

You roll your eyes. “Let’s go.”

“See you later, pretty girl.” Jay waves his fingers at you, watching you leave the kitchen with your friend. His mind is now reeling after seeing you in person. He knew you were pretty— the pictures you have uploaded didn’t do you any justice— you were stupidly prettier in real life. How he’s never seen you before, he doesn’t know.

Once he’s left alone in the kitchen, he pulls out his phone and checks your profile to read all the comments left about you.

He just doesn’t understand. How can someone look like you and not know what to do in bed? Jay’s brain has been programmed to believe that all good looking people had the best sex… well, maybe not.

“She’ll learn. I’ll make her learn.” He mumbles to himself before emerging himself into the swarm of bodies dancing and grinding against each other. He needed to find his friends and he needed to find you— just to keep an eye on you… nothing more.

It didn’t take him long to find his group, they practically stood out as everyone kept their distance from them. For some reason, they were treated like royalty in public settings— no one would go near them or speak to them unless they were addressed first. It was nice, but at the same time Jay found it aggravating.

“Yo, where have you been?” Jake shoved Jay’s shoulder.

“Kitchen.” Jay wasn’t into whatever conversation Jake was trying to have, his only mission was to spot you out in the crowd and make sure you knew what you were getting yourself into.

“What’s up with him?” Jake asks Heeseung and Sunghoon, acting as if they actually knew what was up with him. Bearing in mind; these four guys share everything when it comes to who they’ve fucked, but for no reason at all (maybe one) Jay hadn’t peeped a word about you.

“Fuck knows.” Sunghoon shrugs, swigging back his beer. “Probably scouting for another chick to fuck.”

That was a plain enough answer for Jake to let the matter go. But when Jay visibly sighs and wanders off, Jake makes sure to watch where he goes. And when he sees him approach you, he raises an eyebrow in suspicion. “Why’s he gone over to— what’s her name?”

Heeseung leans to the side to see who his friend is looking at. “I think that’s Y/N.”

“Wait— isn’t she the girl who can’t fuck properly, or something?” Sunghoon butts in, too. Obviously not keeping the memo of playing it cool so Jay won’t see them spying on him.

Jake rolls his eyes, “She probably can fuck properly, just maybe doesn’t know the right positions and that.” Heeseung gives Jake a suspicious look when he hears him standing up for you.

“Do you like her?” Heeseung asks.

Jake splutters, “What—? No! I just have a class with her, she’s nice.”

Sunghoon and Heeseung smirk at each other, knowing full well that Jake was lying. “Yeah, okay.”

Jake ignores them and continues watching Jay talk with you; your face says it all.

You’ve never felt so awkward in your entire life. If it wasn’t for the fact Jay was trying to sweet talk his way into your good books, you think you’d actually be able to enjoy this party. “Jay, now isn’t the time to talk about that.”

He drapes an arm around your shoulder— again. “Call me Jongseong. I like it when girls call me Jongseong.”

You’ll admit that him saying that made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You had a brief thought of Jay hovering over you, his chain dangling in your face as he told you to call him by his real name. It made your knees weak and you were scared you’d fall, but to your luck, Jay was holding you up.

“Okay, Jongseong. Wanna leave?”

He was taken aback, his mind wavering with nasty, dirty thoughts. How are you already having this kind of effect on him? He hardly knows you.

“Fuck, yes. My room’s upstairs.” He slides his hand from your shoulder to your waist then to your hand. “Come on.” You didn’t budge and he looked at you confused. “What are you doing? Why aren’t you moving?”

You blink at him, “What did you think I meant by saying ‘wanna leave?’?” You pull your hand out from his. “I think it was obvious that I meant you should leave. I’m trying to hang out with my friends and you’re just… here.”

Jay finds it so hard not to get angry, but right now you’re pushing all the right buttons to piss him off. “Alright, pretty girl, if that’s how you wanna play things, fine. Let’s play.” He grabs your wrist and drags you away from Soomin, her hand reaching out for yours but she misses.

You had no idea what had gotten into him, maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was you.

“Ow! Jay, you’re hurting me. Let go.” You tug on your wrist to try and free it from his grip, but he was making it very clear that he won’t let go until he has you in his bedroom.

Once reaching said bedroom, you were amazed.

It was so clean and tidy. From all the boys you know, you’ve been in 75% of their bedrooms, and none of them were this neat.

You blink and shake your head, now wasn’t the time to be fascinated by a boys bedroom. He literally dragged you up here for no good reason— it was time to set him straight. “Why am I up here? Why did you drag me here? I was trying to—”

“Sh.” He raises a finger to his lips and you shush; surprised by your immediate obedience, you cross your arms over your chest. “You wanted this.”

You huff, “Wanted what?”

He walks over to his wardrobe, pulling out a dark blue box from the bottom shelf and places it on his bed— you watch him with furrowed brows, wild thoughts running on treadmills in your head.

“Me.” It was a simple answer, yet it confused you.

“I didn’t want you, I want your help. Big difference.” You uncross your arms and plant your hands on your hips. No matter how hard you try to stay defiant and look angry, Jay can read through your facade. He’s finding it cute and can’t help a small smile play on his lips. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not laughing.”

“You’re smiling.” You point at his face and he stares at your finger.

“I thought I told you to shush? So shush.” And you did. Again. Whatever newfound power Jay had over you, he was using it well. Tonight is the first time you two have met, and prior to this, you barely knew or heard of him, so you’re currently confused with his attention all on you.

“I’d like to go back to the party now,” you look over your shoulder at his door. “I didn’t come here for… this.”

Jay sighs and shakes his head, “I can see why everybody keeps rating you with such low scores; you never listen to what anyone has to say.”

You scoff, “Excuse me?”

“I’ve told you to be quiet twice now.” He shakes his head again, closing the distance between you in a split second, his hand coming up to push a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “You listen for a couple seconds and then you disobey.”

“Disobey? What am I, a dog?” You roll your eyes, and to your surprise that results you in getting pinned against his bedroom door. “What are you—”

Jay pushes two fingers into your mouth and you welcome them. “I told you to be quiet, pretty girl, how many damn times do I have to say it for you to listen to me?” He clearly looks annoyed and you’re finding yourself to be heavily attracted to him right now.

You barely even got to touch a drink, so this drunk-like haze fogging up your mind was spinning you out. You watched him eye your body up and down, the corners of his lips twitching when he sees your legs slightly apart. It was a simple move that you wanted to go unnoticed, but with the way things are going right now, of course Jay saw and took pity on you.

“Awe, you’re so cute.” He repeats his earlier words, and you frown. “Don’t frown at me. If you want something, just ask for it.”

Is this what a trap felt like? It certainly felt like it. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, trying to decide if you should give in to his antics. Would it be so bad to get a little frisky with him when a whole bunch of people you didn’t know downstairs were partying? Probably.

You curse your inner whore for making you question the situation and pull Jay’s fingers out of your mouth with a pop— a string of saliva still connects you. And he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking your spit off.

“Fuck.” You blink at him, dazed. Why was that so fucking hot? “I— I need to be with my friends. Now isn’t the right time for whatever you’re planning.” You don’t sound so sure when speaking, but you have to escape or else you’ll regret it.

“Whatever you say, pretty girl.” Jay steps away from you and heads over to his bed, his fingers tracing the edge of the box.

You hesitate for just a split second; the devil on your shoulder telling you to tackle him to the ground and get some answers out of him. You wanted to know why he’s willing to help and why he’s so eager about it. But the only question that comes out from you is, “What’s in the box?”

He lifts his head, a small smile on his lips. “Oh, in this box?” You nod. “Stay and you can find out.”

“Damn you, Park Jongseong.”

Ever since the party was gracefully hosted by Jay and his friends, he’s been heavy on your mind and you curse him for it.

You don’t even have a solid reason as to why he’s been in your thoughts day and night.

You find yourself twiddling your thumbs back and forth over the keyboard. You want to send him a message telling him to come over, or that you’re willing to go back to his. But you don’t. You’re too scared.

It never leaves your mind that Park fucking Jay is willing to… sort you out. You hate how he’s doing this. What if it’s for a joke? A bet, even? God. Your mind is running wild and you suck your breath in, holding it in your lungs until it hurts.

“Are you trying to kill yourself?”

You puff out your breath and gasp upon seeing his face. “How—? What—? Why— why are you here?”

Jay enters your room and closes the door behind him. Your eyes dart to what he’s holding in his hands; the box. You feel your heartbeat pick up its pace when you see it and the hope— and nerves— bloom in your chest to finally be able to see the contents.

“Your roommate let me in?” He says it like a question and then you have a moment of no recollection of even having a roommate. Hold up—

“I don’t have a roommate…” you frown at the floor. “Soomin.”

When you shoot off the bed and scramble for the door, Jay holds an arm around your waste and shakes his head. “She left when I came in. Seems like she knew you’d be annoyed.”

Your huff and stand in front of him. “Why are you here?” You ask him again.

He sighs, “Really? Is it not obvious as to why I’m here?”

“You came to teach me sex.” You reciprocate his sigh and go back to your bed, your mood falling with each passing second. “For a split second I thought you came here to see me.”

“I did, didn’t I?” He stalks towards you and your heart jumps into your throat. You hardly know anything about this guy— apart from the fact he’s the hottest and most popular guy in college— so how on earth is he toying with your mind already? “What are you thinking about, pretty girl?”

You lift your head and stare into his eyes. Would it be worth telling the truth or should you just get this over and done with? The latter seems like the best option.

“I’m thinking about all the things you can teach me, so I can use them against you.” You tilt your head with a smirk. Who said being dirty was hard? You always found dirty talk to come easy, but from certain reviews it seems you aren’t.

Jay chuckles, “Well, why don’t you open this box and see if that will come true.”

“Huh— oh… okay.” You hesitate for a brief moment, your hands slowly reaching out to lift the lid off the box and when it’s clear what’s inside it, your eyes almost fall out of your head.

Jay dives right in and starts rummaging through the contents, swiftly pulling out something pearly white to dangle it in your face. Anal beads.

Immediately your cheeks feel aflame. You feel embarrassed. “Awe, never used these before?” Jay mocks, swaying them left to right in an attempt to ‘put you under’. “Anal beads are fun. You shall enjoy them. I shall enjoy them. We shall enjoy them.” He says it in a deep, elongated voice that makes you swat his hand.

“Stop it.” You throw the anal beads down on the bed; you’ll deal with them later. “What else, um, what else do you have in there?”

Jay happily produces a pink rabbit vibrater. A small digital screen on the handle to adjust the speed and mode, and when he presses the small button, it comes to life and you’re in shock. Never have you seen a vibrater move like that. Never have you wanted to own one this bad.

“We can use this one, if you want?”

You nod your head. “Okay.”

You lean in a little closer to see what else Jay had stored in the box, and to your surprise, he practically owns every sex toy in the world. Cock rings; bullet vibrater; a cock cage; a spanking paddle; more anal beads; a thin metal rod that you can only assume goes somewhere the sun doesn’t shine; a bunch of butt plugs; and… a tail?

Jay spots you ogling the tail and twirls it around in his hand, “You like it?”

You shake your head, “Never in a million years would you find me with a tail… no offence.”

Jay’s shoulders move up and down in a silent chuckle. “Okay… for tonight, let’s just use the cock ring and bullet vibrater. Does that sound okay to you? Anything else you want to use?”

“Oh—” your eyes dart back and forth from him to the box, your heart beating too fast in your chest. “Sounds okay to me.”

Jay nods and moves the box onto the floor, his body replacing the spot in front of you, the said toys to be used sat next to him. Was this really happening? Was your stupid sex teaching plan actually going to happen? It was now or never, you guess.

“How do we— I mean, how do you want me to be?” This is bad. This feels extremely wrong and bad and not worth it.

“What?” Jay looks perplexed. “What do you mean?”

You gesture to the bed, arms showcasing the whole room after. “Where do you want me? On the bed? Against the wall? On the floor?”

With the way he’s trying to hold in his laugh, you feel a stab in your gut. This most definitely was a bad idea. You shouldn’t have listened to Soomin about getting help, look where it’s got you.

“Please don’t laugh at me. You’re meant to be teaching me.” You cross your arms over your chest, trying to show how annoyed you are— but in reality, you just looked like a stubborn child. Not a good look.

He holds up his hands in surrender, “I’m not laughing at you, I promise.”

You squint at him and after a while you relent. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sory, pretty girl.” He scoots closer and cups your cheeks. “Let’s get this started, yeah?”

You nod your head, staring into his dark brown eyes and wondering why on earth a man this pretty wants to be associated with you. Y/N, now is not the time for silly thoughts. Get some dick and be happy, you chastise yourself.

“Back to my question… how— where do you want me?”

This time something switches inside Jay. His smile is no longer on his lips, and the playful, mischievous glint in his eyes has gone. His face is straight and all he seems about is pure business. Well, at least he’s not laughing.

“On the floor. Get on your knees.” He points to a spot in front of him, his legs spreading to accommodate your body.

You quickly glance at him and see that he won’t take any hesitation or waiting, so you slide down onto your knees and sit in front of him on the floor. You stare up at him through your lashes and he tilts his head to the side, “What do you think I’m gonna ask you to do?”

“Suck you off?” You don’t sound too sure and he tuts.

“Is that a question or are you telling me?” He counteracts.

“Telling you?” Jeez. If this was a test you would’ve failed by now. “Telling you. I’m telling you.”

He nods, shifting his position so it’s easier for you to take off his jeans. “Good. Do it, show me what you’ve got.”

You take a deep breath and hastily undo his jeans and pull them down his legs until they sit at his ankles. He watches you closely and you can tell he’s thinking about saying something, but he waits for your next move.

Your fingers dive into the waistband of his boxers and in one swift motion, they’ve joined the bunched up material of his jeans. “Wow…” he’s big.

“Come on then, show me what you’re capable of.” Jay leans back until he’s resting on his elbows, his chin resting against his chest as he looks down at you staring wide eyed at his erect cock.

You slowly reach out and begin pumping him with one hand, squeezing a little too hard in some places and not hard enough in others. “Okay, stop.”

You retract your hand like you’ve been stung. You weren’t expecting to be scolded right away. Were you genuinely that bad, then? “Did I do something wrong already?”

“I wouldn’t say you were doing anything right, let’s just put it that way.” Jay somehow made this situation even worse than you had thought. You weren’t doing anything right. Screw whoever decided sex to be a thing. “Gimme your hand— do it like this. Stroke slowly and build up the speed; squeeze when you reach the base and loosen your hand when you reach the top, okay?”

You nod.

“Okay, good. Try it.” Jay lets go of your hand and you try to copy what he said to do. It was a little difficult to get out of your old habits, but once you realised how easy it was to jerk someone off without pulling and tugging at it, you had Jay a moaning mess in the palm of your hand. “Shit— you’re a quick learner.”

You smile to yourself at the praise and add your other hand into the mix; spitting onto your fingers to create more lubrication, a wet noise now sounding around your bedroom.

“Use your other hand to play with my balls.”

“What—” you choke on your breath, hands stilling around his cock. “You want me to— to play with your balls?”

Jay rolls his eyes, “It’ll get me to cum quicker, or you can put the cock ring on me.”

You didn’t want him to cum just yet, so you opted for the cock ring. “How do I, um, put it on?” You fiddle with the toy in your hands and struggle to figure it out. You pull, stretch, twist, and tug on it until something happens to make it bigger, Jay holds a small smile on his lips as he watches you slide it down to the base of his cock. You tap it for good measure and somehow it starts vibrating.

“Turn it off.” Jay shakes his head, fingers gripping your bedsheets. “Y/N, turn it off. It’s gonna make me cum— fuck!”

You go into panic and mode fumble about even more before it turns itself off. “Sorry.” You’re ever so sheepish.

He takes a minute to hold himself together. “It’s fine. I didn’t know it did that either.”

You smile awkwardly and wonder what comes next. If you knew how awkward this whole situation would be, you would have avoided it at all costs. Yes, Jay may be absolutely fucking sexy as shit, but he isn’t exactly the best at reading the room.

“Come on,” he pats the bed, “Get out of your clothes then get on the bed.”

You stand up and start stripping. Now you’re getting to the good stuff, you hurriedly take your clothes off and trip over yourself.

“What are you doing? You’re not in a race. Take them off slowly, be sensual, keep the mood low and sexy.” Jay instructed you and you followed. Going slower this time, you lifted your top over your head and dropped it by your feet. Turning around, you moved your hair over one shoulder to expose your back, fingers dancing along the clasp of your bra to tease him— it’s so easy being good at this, you thought.

When you turn back round, Jay is staring at you with such an intense stare you felt like you would crumble. “Take it off.” You take it off. The bra falls to the floor and you’re now bare in front of him— everything on display and somehow you don’t feel shy. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you— no definitely. It’s definitely the way he’s looking at you.

You step forward, standing between his legs and you reach out for his shoulders, fingers gripping the material of his shirt. “I want this off. Can you take it off for me?”

“Take it off for me.”

You smirk, lifting the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Your eyes raked his torso and you couldn’t help but let out a little sigh— he’s perfect.

“Like what you see?” It’s his turn to smirk.

“I do.”

“C’mere.” He pulls you down onto his lap, the tip of his cock brushes against your stomach and butterflies go crazy inside you. This is the first time you’ve felt like this when having sex. Maybe all this time you were having sex with people you weren’t even remotely interested in. Who knows?

His arms wrap around your waist to pull you flush against him, and his eyes keep darting to your lips. “Are you gonna kiss me, or what?”

You roll your eyes before pressing your lips to his. He tasted like cherries and you moaned into his mouth. For once, he didn’t have anything to correct you on, and you swell with pride— kissing was always what you were best at.

Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging at the roots to tilt his head back. You trail sloppy kisses from his lips; to his chin; to his jaw; and to his neck, his eyes flutter close at how good your tongue feels against his skin. He revels in the way your body molds against his, how you’re so warm against him and how your scent overwhelms him.

A part of him feels like you’re playing it cool, only pretending to be bad, when in reality, you know exactly what you’re doing.

“Do you have a condom?” Jay asks breathlessly. You hum against his throat and lean over to your bedside table, opening the draw and pulling out a foil packet.

You swiftly put the latex on his length and stare down at him through your bodies. “Ride me? If you can, that is.”

The mockery in his voice made you want to prove that you’re good. You’re overwhelmingly good. But you knew that if you tried too hard, you’d make a fool of yourself— so as the saying goes, easy does it.

You grab the base of his cock— careful to not touch the cockring, just in case it starts vibrating again— and align his tip to your entrance. Now it’s come to this moment, you’re heavily aware that you haven’t been prepped, but you’re positive that you’ll be able to take all of him.

“You okay?” Jay brushes his thumb across the apple of your cheek, and you nod, maintaining eye contact as you slowly sink down onto him.

You both gasp when you bottom out, he feels so so so good inside you.

It takes you a few breaths to gather your bearings, you’ve never felt this full in so long. You don’t talk to each other until you’ve built up a steady rhythm with your hips; the speed built a pressure in your thighs but you still kept going, the euphoria was too much to worry about the ache in your legs.

“You’re doing so well, pretty girl.” Jay pulls you towards him, his nose rubbing against your neck to inhale your scent. His other other rises and lands against your ass cheek, a red mark of his hand staining your perfect skin.

“Jay—”

“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head, teeth sinking into your skin. “Call me Jongseong.”

Your breath hitches and you could almost swear you nearly came. “Please, Jay— Jongseong. I wanna cum.”

He groans and reaches to the side, grabbing the bullet vibrater and turning it onto the highest setting. He presses it against your clit and it sets off his cockring to vibrate as well— his eyes close and he dramatically moans, not expecting the sudden sensation.

You whimper out at the double vibration shooting through you. It flows up your abdomen, your spine, into your head until you start feeling dizzy from your quickly building climax.

“Hey, pretty girl?” Jay presses his forehead against yours. “Cream on my cock.”

And you do. You cum around his cock and it’s so delicious. It’s so delicious that you feel lightheaded. “Jongseong…” you sigh his name when you slowly creep back into reality.

Jay rubs your back soothingly, his legs shaking underneath you as he falls in his high— the warm feeling of him filling up the condom makes you shiver. If only he could cum inside you… maybe for another time.

“You were great, pretty girl. So great.” He praises you and you smile, warmth spreading through your limbs. “But I think you still need a few more lessons… just to be sure.”

The smirk on his lips told you he didn’t mean it. He just wanted to keep fucking you. You wanted to keep fucking him, too.

You and Jay have been seeing each other a few times a week to help ‘improve’ your skills.

“You know, this wasn’t actually my idea.” You stare up at the ceiling of Jay’s bedroom, his arm wrapped around your waist as your head rests on his chest. “Soomin was the one who brought it up. I told her I was good at sex, and now being here with you, I can finally stand by it.”

Jay chuckles softly, “Can you now?”

“Hey!” You slap his chest playfully. “You know very damn well that I’m good at sex.”

“All because of me, but yes, you’re very good at sex.” Jay presses a kiss to the top of your head, something he often did after you two sleep together. He liked making you feel safe and welcome in his hold, even if it was for a brief period of time before you slipped away from his arms and carried on with your life.

The two of you never put a label on it. Majority of your friends say that you’re in love, but you grimace and go “Ew, yuck!”

Soomin thinks you’re enjoying his dick too much; she keeps calling you “Jongseong’s toy.” It irks you beyond belief!

You often bump into Jake in the class you share together, he seems awkward around you every time you ask how Jay is. You wonder why he can’t maintain eye contact for more than two minutes. You think it has something to do with him overhearing you and Jay at night… or in the morning… or even in the middle of the day. It has got to be that.

Either way, you’re in a happy little (sex) bubble that you don’t want to pop just yet. Fingers crossed that it never gets popped.

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hey angel | n.jm

❯ summary: you're jaemin's bestfriend — so of course he loves to call you up late at night and hear your voice. he's definitely not calling because the sound of your voice turns him on — yeah definitely not that.

❯ pairings: jaemin x fem!reader

❯ genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff.

❯ words: 3.7k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, slight possessiveness?, begging, praise, heavy use of nicknames, reader uses she/her pronouns, just pure filth tbh, jaemin has a voice kink??

It was late and you were already in bed, snuggled deep and cozy in the sea of your blankets, when your best friend Jaemin called. He’s your closest friend and the person you were more than a little bit in love with — but you’d never risk telling him for fear of it ruining your friendship.

So even though it was late, and you were sleepy, you answered his call. To be fair, he’d answered plenty of your late-night phone calls over the years.

“Hey angel,” Jaemin greets in an eager tone.

You can hear the alcohol in his voice — that and Jaemin only ever used that nickname for you when he’d been drinking. Still, it never fails to send warmth curling through your heart. It felt like it was his way of wrapping you up in his strong arms whilst he wasn’t with you.

“Annngelll,” your best friend continues in singsong, making you giggle softly.

Jaemin’s voice sounds rough and gravelly, like he’d been shouting over a crowded bar all night. Which wasn't a surprise since it was his friend Jeno’s birthday tonight. And you knew your charming and extroverted best friend would never pass up the chance of a good time.

Before you could respond to his greetings, Jaemin’s tone suddenly turned serious. “I missed you tonight.”

“Na Jaemin,” you try to match his quick change of mood, attempting a serious tone. But it was a losing battle as you tried to fight against the smile threatening to let loose at his statement. “You’re drunk—I bet you barely noticed I wasn’t there tonight.”

He grumbles and you hear fabric rustle like he was flopping back on his bed. You can’t help but imagine what he currently looked like: his body probably sprawled out on top of his comforter, the strands of his hair falling into his face as his head propped up on his pillows. He probably had one hand behind his head, his bicep bulging while his other hand held the phone to his ear.

You know it’s wrong, but your mind wonders if he was still in his clothes from the night or if he’d stripped down—knowing the fact that your best friend liked to sleep in his boxers.

But you were also familiar with intoxicated Jaemin, he likely hadn’t changed out of his clothes yet, too drunk, and tired to care. Still, that didn’t stop you from thinking about your best friend laying in his bed shirtless while he talked to you.

“I may have had a couple drinks,” he admits grudgingly. “But of course, I missed my angel. I swear—cross my heart and hope to die—I was a good boy tonight,” he says with enough conviction that you couldn’t help but giggle.

“You’re silly, Jaem.” There’s a warmth in your voice, and you have no hope of wiping the smile from your face even if you tried.

Pulling the phone away from your ear to check the time, you felt bad and ask, “Why are you calling?”

A long, loud sigh came through the phone from your best friend. “I wanted to hear your voice,” he explains after a silent moment.

It was a cute sentiment, making you feel warm all over, and you wished you could talk to him longer. “Jaem,” you start, gentling your voice. “It’s late and you know I have to get up early. So, if that’s all, I’m going to hang up.”

“But I can’t sleep,” he whines, and you could hear the pout in his voice. Without even seeing his face, you knew he was deploying his puppy dog eyes. “Just talk to me for a few minutes, angel, please?”

“Fine,” you say with another sigh, folding instantly at the thought of imagining his gentle expression asking you. He’d learned long ago it was a sure way to make you give in. You’d fallen sucker to Jaemin’s big brown eyes, and he knew exactly how to use them.

Resigning yourself to being tired at work the next day, you settled deeper into your pillows. Your voice gentle as you got comfortable. “But you can’t hold it against me if I fall asleep,” you warn.

“Deal.” His smugness at getting you to agree so easily was loud and clear through the phone even if you couldn’t see his self-satisfied smile. “How was your day, angel?” he asks as his bed sheets rustled again and you presumed he was settling in too.

Tired, but always happy to talk to your best friend, you told him about your day and complained about why you had to get up early the next morning. Your voice turns softer and sweeter as you get more and more tired. Jaemin’s does the same, getting even deeper and more husky as he told you about his day. Eventually, there was a lull in the conversation, and you were about to tell him good night when he said something that surprised you enough to drag you away from the edge of sleep.

“Have I ever told you how hard your sleepy little voice makes me?” he asks, making a sound like he was biting back a groan. “I love calling you before you fall asleep, but I always gotta rub one out after.”

“Jaemin,” you say, voice going for stern, but not quite hitting the mark since it was still laced with sleepiness. “That is not true.”

“It is!” he insists, sounding more awake by the minute—and you were right there with him. “I’m hard right now.” He makes a soft sound, like a grunt.

Before you could stop yourself, you imagined him— still sprawled out on his bed — but this time he had a bulge in his jeans. In your mind’s eye, Jaemin grips his hard length through his jeans, stroking himself roughly. The thought makes you gasp softly, and you clench your thighs together against a sudden pulse in your core.

Jaemin must’ve heard the sound because you could hear the grin in his voice when he speaks again. “Tell me, angel, are you wearing one of my shirts tonight?” he asks gruffly.

You swallow heavily, trying to buy yourself some time. It felt like crossing a line to admit that you were wearing one of his shirts, but when Jaemim didn’t take the question back, you realise you’d had to answer.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

“Which one?” His voice is rough now, like sandpaper, but oh so eager.

“One of your varsity shirts from college—the one that says ‘Jaemin’ on the back,” you answer, unable to lie to your best friend even if you were a little shy to admit you still sleep in his shirts. You knew you didn’t need to be, since he clearly knew you slept in them.

“I love it when you wear my shirts, angel,” Jaemin confesses. His tone now warm, like he was grinning and happy. It makes the last of your shyness disappear to hear him say that.

“It lets everyone know you’re mine.”

“I’m not yours, Jaemin,” you protest half-heartedly.

You weren’t, even if you desperately wanted to be his in every sense of the word.

“You’re my best friend,” he says, like there was no argument you could come up with to change his mind. “My best girl—that makes you mine.”

“Jaemin,” you exhale.

You knew he was just talking about friendship, but you wished his words meant something different. You wished he felt the same way for you as you did for him.

“Fuck, say my name like that again,” he begs in a gruff voice. “Makin’ me so damn hard.”

You feel the blush rise to your cheeks and you go flustered, unsure what to do as Jaemin easily crosses lines you’d avoided delicately for years. But you didn’t want him to stop. The sound of his voice saying those things had wetness pooling between your thighs. So, you gave him what he wanted.

“Jaemin,” you repeat his name, voice breathier with your arousal, and he let out a happy hum.

“That’s my girl,” he says followed by a groan that is so low and husky, sending tingles racing through your entire body. “Fuck, I’m so hard,” he moans, a slight strain in his voice. “Do you mind, angel?”

It took a moment for your hazy mind to figure out what he was asking. Then, another to process that he was asking if you were okay with him stroking himself while he was on the phone with you. Your breath caught from a sudden surge of excitement. The voice that typically stops you from crossing the line with your best friend was conveniently quiet and all that was left was your need for him.

“I-I don’t mind, Jaem,” you answer softly, trying not to sound too eager.

The sound of him pulling down the zipper of his jeans was loud enough that you could hear it through the phone — and that alone sent a shiver down your spine. It was nothing, though, in comparison to the rough groan he makes as he grips his cock in his hand.

“Fuck,” he curses.

You could feel yourself getting slicker from the sounds of him stroking himself. Distantly, you knew you were crossing a line by listening to him, by getting off on hearing your best friend pleasure himself, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Instead, you found yourself holding your breath as you strained to hear him.

“What else are you wearing besides my shirt, angel?” his voice octaves lower than normal. The sound of it makes you squirm, your thighs clenching together harder.

Biting your lip, you debated for a second whether to answer truthfully. You didn’t want to lie to your best friend and, you rationalise, you’d already crossed the line, hadn’t you?

“Just panties,” you whisper.

You trail your hand down your chest over his shirt to toy with the hem where it had ridden up around your hips. Your fingers were dangerously close to slipping under the waistband your best friend had become oh so curious about.

“Just panties? Fucking hell, angel. What colour are they, huh?” He questions in his deep, rough voice.

You swallow thickly, wondering if he could hear how hot and bothered he was making you. You wonder if he knew you were so close to playing with yourself by the way your breath was getting faster. But you couldn’t stop yourself from answering.

“They’re pink,” you say softly.

“Angel,” Jaemin groans, thickened with need. “Fuck, I wanna bury my head between your thighs and kiss every single inch of you until you’re writhing under me, begging me to tear those panties off you.”

It was your turn to groan, and when you say, “Jaemin,” on a sharp exhale, you sound even more needy than anything else. Your fingers brushing over the hem of your panties, teasing yourself with whether or not you should dip beneath the fabric and touch yourself.

“You like that idea, angel?” He asks, a grin in his voice. “Like thinking about my mouth so close to your pussy.”

At his words, you couldn’t help but picture the scene. His head navigating between your legs, his strong arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you open so he could follow through on his promise. It was all too easy to imagine the way he’d look at you, mischief sparkling in his brown eyes as he slowly, teasingly kissed your mound over your panties, tongue sneaking out to lick the pink material. The picture he painted had you squirming in your bed.

You couldn’t take it anymore, your fingers finally sliding into your panties, finding your pussy wet and swollen and needy.

When you don’t respond except with a sharp gasp, Jaemin asks, “Are you touching yourself?”

His voice turns seductive. “You have to tell me if you are, angel—best friends tell each other this sort of thing. I have to know when you’re fingering your needy little cunt.”

“Oh god, Jaemin,” you cry softly, your breaths coming harsher. But you don’t for a second consider hiding what you were doing from your best friend. “Yes, I’m t-touching myself.”

“Good girl,” he praises, making warm pride curl through your chest as more wetness flooded your core. “Touch that pretty pussy for me.”

“H-how would you know it’s pretty?” you ask on a gasp, forcing the question out between hitching breaths as you slowly trace a finger around your dripping hole, teasing yourself and making you wetter.

“Because everything about you is pretty, angel. The way you laugh at me when I’m drunk, the way you bite your lip when you’re unsure, the way you look at me… fuck, you’re so fucking pretty.”

Your finger pauses and you suck in a deep breath, thoughts running chaotically. Jaemin had never complimented you like this before, and you couldn’t help yourself from asking a question you desperately wanted an answer to.

“How do I look at you, Jaemin?” you ask in a small voice, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in the expression he’d just mentioned.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know,” he teases. “You look up at me, giving me the dirtiest fuck me eyes possible. Fluttering your pretty eyelashes like you’re begging me to bend you over every surface and stuff you full of my cock.”

“Jaemin,” you cry out in a little sob, emotions and arousal swirling through your body completely overwhelming you for a moment.

“I know angel,” Jaemin’s voice is soothing and deep. “I know you give those eyes to me.”

He paused for a moment and all you could hear was his deep, steady breathing.

“Because you’re mine, yeah?” There was a thread of uncertainty in his question, and it made your heart thump in response.

“Yeah,” you agree without hesitation, without protest. “I’m yours, Jaemin.”

“Good,” he declares. Without giving you time to fully process what had just transpired between the two of you, Jaemin continues speaking, his voice diving an octave lower and growing rough. “Now slide one of your fingers into that pretty pussy of yours.”

It was so easy to listen to him, to give yourself over to his command. Letting his deep voice reverberate in your head, heat curling all through your body down to the tips of your toes, as you press one of your fingers into your wet hole. A soft moan tumbles from your lips and you knew Jaemin heard it from the way he sucks in a breath.

“That’s it, angel, being so good for me,” his breaths coming harsher down the phone line. “Tell me how it feels.”

You sink into the sensations and the sound of his voice, letting your eyes fall closed. You feel like you’re floating in the soft sea of your bed as you pull your finger out and thrust it back inside your pussy.

“Feels so good,” you answer in another moan.

Jaemin responds with a groan of his own. “Bet you’re fucking tight,” he says, breath heavy and raw. “Bet you’re clenching down on your little finger, aren’t you?”

Like your body was trained to respond to his voice, your pussy clenches around your finger at his words and you let out a hitching moan. But Jaemin doesn’t stop talking. His deep, hoarse voice fills your ears and makes you hotter and hotter.

“Fuck, angel, keep going—keep fingering that wet pussy for me while I stroke my dick to those sweet little sounds you make,” he urges, as he bit back his groans. You moan and gasp in response to his filthy words. “Fuckin’ hell, I wish it was your warm cunt gripping me right now, clenching hard around my thick cock while I fuck you.”

“Please,” you beg, not sure what exactly you were asking for but knowing you didn’t want him to stop talking. You add another finger to your dripping hole, crying out at the slight stretch.

“Would you like that, angel?” he asks, managing to fill his tone with teasing even as his heavy breaths gave away how turned on, he was. “Tell me—fucking tell me,” he prompts when you don’t respond, too busy fucking yourself with your fingers to the sound of his voice.

A whine forces itself out of your lungs, the simple command sounding so filthy from your best friend’s mouth. “Yes, Jaem,” you whimper an answer between your gasping breaths. “Want you to fuck me.”

“Fuck—fuck,” he groans almost painful. “The next time I see you, that pussy is mine. Gonna bury my face between your thighs and make you come on my tongue,” he promises. “Then I’m gonna shove my cock deep in your cunt and fuck you stupid.”

“Jaemin,” you sob out his name, fucking yourself harder as you picture your best friend hovering over you while you lay in his bed. You imagine how his body would start fucking you into the mattress, his cock buried deep in your pussy, your arms and legs wrapped around him — anything to be close to him.

Through the phone, you hear the soft sound of Jaemin fucking himself into his own fist, the strain in his voice every time he spoke.

Imagining your best friend sprawled on his bed, jeans open just enough for him to have his cock out, gripping and pumping his length roughly with his eyes squeezed shut. Thinking about him like that makes you whimper.

“Fuck—I can’t stop thinking about how pretty you’d look while I fuck you, angel,” he murmurs. “Wanna see my cock stretch you while I pound into you, wanna see your pretty lips swollen from my kisses as you moan for me, wanna see your eyes go all hazy as you get stupid on my cock.”

As he speaks, your thumb circles your clit and you moan loudly into the phone. Your best friend’s filthy words make your pussy clench down hard on your fingers as you get closer and closer to your release.

“Don’t stop, Jaem, please don’t stop,” you beg breathlessly. Jaemin lets loose a deep groan in response to your desperate plea, the sound making your thighs clamp down hard around your hand. You wish your legs were wrapped around his waist instead of your wrist.

“Fuck your pussy, angel, nice and hard.”

You cry out as you force a third finger, making yourself stretch to take the intrusion.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl, fuck yourself stupid to the sound of my voice,” he encourages.

Even with how far gone you are, you can hear the cocky grin in his tone, but your body just flushes and clenches tight in response. Desperately, you fuck yourself harder, hips rocking into your hand, mind drowning in lust as you gasp and moan into the phone. Knowing he can hear you only urges you not to hold back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jaemin groans loudly, his breath coming in sharp pants. “Keep making those cute little sounds for me, my cock is aching for you—fuck!” The cockiness in his tone fades into desperation.

“Jaemin,” his name tumbles past your lips.

You’d said your best friend’s name countless times over the years, but never like this—never with your fingers buried deep in your cunt wishing it was his thick cock.

“Jaem, I need…” you trail off, not even knowing what you need, just knowing he was the only one who could give it to you.

“You need my cock, don’t you?” You can hear the way his grin curls at the edges of his mouth. “Need my cock just like I need your pussy.” He bit off the end of his sentence with a groan. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” he moans. “Gonna come so hard to your sweet little moans, angel.”

You gasp and your back arches off your bed when you rub your thumb roughly over your clit. You moan so shamelessly for your best friend. “So close.”

“When I fuck you,” he starts, cutting himself off abruptly as he groans again. “When I fuck you, angel, I’m gonna make you come so hard on my cock,” he promises, voice rough and deep you swear you can feel the pleasure from the sound shooting from your ear directly to your clit. “And while you’re screaming my name and coming all over my dick, I’m gonna bury myself in that sweet pussy and pump you full of my load—you want my come, angel?”

“Yes, Jaemin, please come inside me, fill me up,” you babble, so close to your own release you barely know what you’re saying.

“That’s it. That’s my slutty little angel, begging for my come.” He groans, stroking himself faster. “Come for me, come for your best friend,” he commands, pausing to moan lowly. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“I’m yours, Jaemin, all yours,” you cry out. With one more deep thrust of your fingers, the heel of your hand grinding against your clit, you come apart.

You moan loudly as waves of pleasure surged through you, consuming you. Your limbs shaking as you wrench every ounce of pleasure from your release, fucking yourself through it as you breathe fast and harsh.

“That’s my good girl. Coming so sweetly for me, so perfect.” He grunts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! You made me come so fucking hard, angel,” he mumbles, a little breathless.

Since you hadn’t fully regained control over your body, you just hummed in delight. You were still riding the aftershocks of your orgasm, your lips turned in a smile while you listened to Jaemin catching his breath.

“Like hearing me come apart for you?” He teases the question. “Wish you were here to clean up the mess you made.”

“Jaem,” you try to put some reproach into your voice but fail miserably as you giggle.

“Don’t worry, you can help the next time I see you.”

The line goes quiet for a moment, the two of you gathering yourselves together. “You’re still my best girl, right?” he finally asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Yeah,” you whisper, “I’m your girl.”

“That’s good to hear,” he murmurs, sighing contentedly, and you can tell he was starting to drift off. “Because all of me is yours, angel. And I plan on showing you that when I’m back.”

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ミღ trust (fall) — k. mingyu x reader

description. your boyfriend insists he's strong enough to carry you and fuck you at the same time, but you have your doubts. of course, mingyu is more than ready to try and prove you wrong.

tags. sexual content (18+), dom!mingyu, he’s mean for maybe a second, dirty talk, messy sex :p, UNEDITED! w/c. 1.5k a/n. this request just itches a part of my brain in the best way possible and it's been driving me crazy help

"mingyu, i don't think we can—"

"baby," he whines, digging his fingers into your hips. "c'mon, i can do it." his hard is pressing into your pelvis and mingyu already fingered you in the car, forcing you to sit still in your own wetness afterwards and be a patient little good girl while he drives you both home. you're unbearably needy now and aching to be fucked, but there's a small twinge of worry that seeps through you when mingyu pushes you against the wall.

you frown, looking up at him. "what if i fall?" you reason, and mingyu sighs, putting an arm up against the wall next to your head, putting his bare, large arm on display. your stomach churns at the implication, and you can't help but stare at the muscles of his bicep.

"don't you trust me?" mingyu reasons, and when he looks at you with those puppy eyes, you know you can't resist.

“mingyu…” your voice trails off and you give him a look. your boyfriend pouts and leans back, bringing up his arm and flexing it in front of you with a smirk. his muscles shift and are ever so prominent, the view sending shivers down your spine.

“baby,” he says again, a smug smile adorning his lips when watching the way lust overtakes your face. “trust me,” mingyu tells you, reaching down to grip one of your thighs to bring it up, hooking your leg around his torso.

there’s a twinge of worry in your mind, but all that is pushed away as you focus on the growing wet spot that stains your panties beneath you. “o-okay,” you murmur in agreement, wrapping your arms around mingyu’s neck and bringing your standing foot to your tippy toes. “but if you drop me, i’m not having sex with you for a month,” you warn into his neck, pressing a loving kiss into the skin afterwards.

mingyu chuckles, pressing you harder into the wall and pushing his pants and boxers down in one you. “don’t worry baby,” he reassures, allowing you to bring your other leg up around his waist, ankles crossing behind him, “plus, i know you wouldn’t be able to hold out that long anyways.”

you gasp quietly when his strong, large hands grapple at your thighs, one hand pushing your panties to the side to expose your wet folds to the cool air. your face is still buried into mingyu’s neck, a little too scared to put any distance between you and him.

your about to say something along the lines of telling mingyu to speed it up, but then you feel the familiar sensation of his warm, thick cock brushing through your folds and that shuts you up real tight. digging your face into the crook under his jaw further, you press your chest close to mingyu’s.

“ready baby?” he asks cautiously as he aligns himself with your entrance.

“yeah, ‘m ready gyu,” you confirm, squeezing your eyes tight when he sinks the tip in. mingyu’s big, he knows it. even after he’s prepped you with one, two, and sometimes even three orgasms, fitting him in at first always seems to be a struggle. mingyu doesn’t mind though, of course—he’s patient with you forever and always. after all, how bad can it be if he gets to be inside your pussy longer, basking in the way you let out soft moans and squeaks as you grow to adjust to him.

when you’re finally giving the green light—“you can move gyu”—he doesn’t hesitate to push upwards and hit deeper inside of you. he’s hardly done anything, honestly, and the action already has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

your back is pressed against the wall so hard you almost think you might complain about the dull ache, but then mingyu is pulling back and thrusting back into you, filling you ‘til the hilt and punching out moans.

you feel as if the air is being forced out of your lungs with every thrust, your body throttling against mingyu’s as you grip on to his biceps and back to steady yourself. it isn’t so much about concern for your own safety anymore, no, now it’s about making sure you ground yourself and don’t go crazy from the way he’s fucking into you.

“look,” mingyu growls, and the sound is so animalistic and you’re so fucked out you’re are his mercy, pulling your head back against the wall so you can direct your gaze to the sloppy, wet mess beneath you. “look at the fucking mess you’ve made. acting all scared and—fuck—“ he grunts with one especially deep thrust that has your nails clawing at his back, “—and nervous but i bet you wanted this, huh? wanted me to fuck you into this wall so hard you won’t be able to think about anything else.”

your vision begins to go hazy the more you watch his cock disappear inside of you every time he snaps his hips upwards, your body jerking with every movement. your wetness is coating his cock, your own drool dribbling down and adding to the mess which is slowing dripping down onto the floor. there’s a filthy puddle that’s forming beneath the two of you, but you can’t even think about how embarrassing this will be the next morning to try and clean it up.

the back of your head is lightly hitting the wall, and you aren’t sure if it’s the impact or the sheer force of mingyu inside your cunt that has your mind going blank as you babble, “yes, mingyu, yes—fuck—feel so good gyu, you make me feel so-so-so good.”

“my pretty baby finally believes me?” mingyu breaths out between groans as his thrusts become more sloppy and rougher as you both begin to approach your ends.

“yes!” you cry out, pressing your forehead to mingyu’s not taking your eyes off his cock buried inside your cunt. “so god, gyu, ‘m gonna cum. can i cum, please? gyu, i promise i’ll be good forever, please can i cum?” you beg, face so hot and so in proximity to mingyu’s that you can see his eyes darken right in front of you.

“fucking cum for me, cum on me baby. make a fucking mess,” mingyu demands, pounding into you harder at the confirmation that you’re about to be thrown off the edge. your walls are on fire, hot around him and clenching as if your life depended on him and his cock and honestly, in this moment that is quite the truth.

you cry out his name, biting down on your bottom lip to muffle the strangled moans that threaten to escape as you shake with pleasure. the sensation of your orgasm, heightened with mingyu’s relentless cock, has your vision blurring with tears as he grips your thighs harder.

he’s fucking into you impossibly fast now, and you can’t even fathom how he has it in him after holding you up for so long. as the overstimulation starts to catch up to you as mingyu begins to chase his own high, all you can do is lay limp in his arms, legs weakly shaking around his torso as you struggle to keep your grip.

“hold on for me baby,” mingyu instructs as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, “hold on to me for just—fuck—just a second.” all you can manage out is a few meek moans and squeaks as his hips snap upwards once or twice more before he stills and then there’s that familiar feeling of hot quite liquid shooting deep into your cunt, marking your walls white, claiming you as his.

mingyu lazily rolls his hips a few last times, riding out the trail of his orgasm before you both have time to finally settle in the sound of your heavy pants, admiring the sheen layer of sweat that coats his skin.

looking up at you with sparkling brown eyes, mingyu finally breaks out a grin and that’s when you feel yourself finally being pulled into reality. “are you okay baby?” he asks worriedly, “i didn’t go too hard, did i?”

“no,” you murmur, shaking your head as you unwind your legs and let mingyu slip out of you. the feeling of being empty has you going queasy and as soon as your feet hit the ground, your knees wobble and you stumble forward into mingyu’s arm. his eyes narrow at you, giving you a look.

“are you sure? are you hurt?”

“no, mingyu, you just happen to be as strong as you claim,” you admit with a roll of your eyes. mingyu’s eyes light up as the words sink in, and he swoops down to press a kiss on your cheek.

“really baby? glad you agree—we should do this more often.” you laugh and steady yourself on your legs once more, still gripping onto his hand for support.

“maybe…or maybe we can try new places to see how versatile your strength is…”

“baby, you can’t say that shit,” mingyu warns. “next thing you know and i’ll carry you and fuck you without the wall.”

you laugh right now, but there’s a little bit of excitement pooling at your stomach, and if there’s one thing that you know, it’s that mingyu always sticks to his word.

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