dazedhyu

[dazedhyu]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ BEDROOM FOR GOOD GIRLS ONLY — lee donghyuck

exhibitionist-bf!haechan & fem!readerㅤ⭑ ⚝ . drabble — 492 wordsㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !

ㅤㅤsyn:the second this menace pulled the curtains aside just to slip in beside you, saying he just wants to see the clothes freshly pulled on you, there was more behind that already not so innocent statement and you felt it, but did you resist? absolutely no.ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings:smut [mdni] , [public] fingering , dirty talk , slight degrading , pet names , squirting , getting caught , not proofread , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes

ㅤ”so, so dumb for me, right, pretty? no thoughts, only my fingers, hm?” he cooed, the gentle facade fitting perfectly on him against the harsh tug on your throbbing clit, making your jolt up against the thin wall behind you. the curtain so often lifted with every single move outside by passersby, the faint rustling of his hands under your clothes not contained at all.

he let out a feigned gasp in surprise.

“careful, baby, don’t bump your head now..” the feigned care in his tone made you want to yell or even kick him, was through the roof.

how could he stay so calm, so silent, so composed, — so put together, while you were here, your juices drenching up your pushed aside panties, hot trickling down your thighs, and even wetting up the floor underneath you.

“stop— stop— they’re gonna hear—” squeezing your eyes shut with a silent moan slipping past your wobbling lips, the grin curling at the corner of his mouth while making a faint, sneering scoff, like it wasn’t his fault.

like all of this wasn’t his idea.

saying you’ll go out shopping, and the generous boyfriend he is, he helps you pick whatever really suits you.

except you should’ve known that if something can go wrong, it will go wrong eventually, after all, we’re talking about lee haechan.

“calm down, baby, you really wanna soak everything around you now?” the question mocked you, while two of his digits ruthlessly pumped in and out continuously, the small, sensitive spot abused over and over again.

your body jerked up with every prodding, your stomach twisting into another type of warmth, the coil tight and threatening to snap at any moment.

“h—hyuck— i think— wait i—” unintelligible babbles mixed with your strained moans before you finally exploded over his hand with a hot gush of wetness spraying out and dirty everything—mostly him and splashing to the ground.

a low, satisfied growl vibrated deep within his chest, eyes sternly fixated on his own little messy fountain; you. fingers slipped out with an obscene squelch, continuously landing gentle yet firm smack over your pussy as you trembled through you orgasm, still very much in a changing booth.

ears ringing, chest rising in uneven breaths, eyes half lidded from pleasure as haechan, hands already fixing your clothing hastily, muttering things about “being loud” and “staying inside too long” and “being caught,” which your foggy brain couldn’t even comprehend as sentences at the moment.

few moments later, you found yourself under the store’s white, blinding light yet again, but with crumpled up clothes, out of breath, and an uncomfortable state hiding under your panties.

the individual rushing in front of you and dragging you by your wrist decided you do not require new tops. a thorough pounding, actually.

and the lady you two bolt by, with their eyebrows sitting close, confused, lips in a thin line, probably — absolutely knew what happened.

[dazedhyu]

2:45 pm || l.mk

pairing: mark x reader

word count: 0.8k

genre: smut (MDNI), timestamp <3

warnings: study buddy!mark, overstimulation, USE OF THE NICKNAME PUPPY…i have no idea what got into me but it made my coochie flutter so ✌🏾

a/n: i saw this post (i can’t find it 💔) and i started to think about this i wrote for anton…and it got me thinking… i just absolutely adore when a sweet guy is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, like mark :3

you don’t know how you got here.

well, you do — it started with that look mark gave you across the dorm common room, all soft smiles and lazy eyes behind wire-frame glasses, the kind of gaze that makes your stomach flutter and your thighs squeeze together. and then his hand on your back as he offered to help you study, gentle but a little too low.

and now you’re in his bed.

you’re trembling, legs wide open and spread across his sheets, thighs shaking as you try to close them — try being the key word, because mark’s still between them, his hand slow and deliberate as he circles your clit. his voice is low near your ear, and it’s sweet. too sweet.

“you’re doing so good, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “taking it so well.”

your fingers claw at the sheets. your body is soaked with sweat, skin flushed and damp, breath catching in your throat as the stimulation builds and builds — way past the point of comfort, past pleasure, into that dizzying, helpless place where your mind stops working. you can’t even make sounds anymore. no moans, no words — just pitiful little whimpers spilling from your lips, body twitching like you’re short-circuiting.

“shh, shh,” mark coos, and his tone changes. it’s still gentle — but now it’s mocking, saccharine and laced with cruel affection. “i know, baby. it’s so much, isn’t it, puppy?

the pet name hits you like a punch to the gut, hot and humiliating and perfect.

your hips jerk involuntarily as his fingers slow down just to speed up again, keeping you on that unbearable edge. you whine — or try to. it comes out cracked and breathless.

“look at you,” he purrs, lips brushing your jaw. “all fucked out and i haven’t even fucked you yet. you wanted me so bad, huh? couldn’t focus on your flashcards, too busy thinking about me?”

you nod frantically, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. you didn’t think mark would be like this — all that soft boy energy in class, all those gentle smiles and shy touches, and now he’s got you on your back trembling and barely coherent, teasing you like it’s the sweetest thing in the world.

he kisses your cheek tenderly. “poor thing. don’t cry,” he whispers, pushing two fingers inside you with slow, deliberate precision, making you gasp and arch your back. “you’re being so good for me.”

then he curls his fingers just right, and the world tilts —

and all you can do is whimper.

you’re still trembling when he pulls his fingers out of you, slow and gentle like he’s not about to ruin you even more. you feel empty and too full all at once, chest heaving, tears slipping down your cheeks from sheer exhaustion. your body’s so spent but somehow still aching for him — for more.

mark leans over you and brushes your hair out of your face, so soft you could almost forget the way his fingers just made you see stars.

“you okay, baby?” his voice is low, concerned. but his smile — that little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips — is anything but innocent.

“need you,” you whisper, barely audible.

“yeah?” he tilts his head, pretending like he didn’t already know. “thought so. been whining for me since we started, and i haven’t even stretched you properly yet.”

he reaches down and strokes himself lazily, like he’s got all the time in the world. you glance down — he’s thick, flushed and leaking, and he knows exactly what he’s doing when he lets you look.

your hips lift toward him automatically, needier than you’ve ever been in your life.

“so desperate,” mark murmurs, leaning down so his lips brush against yours, not kissing you — just hovering. “so fucked-out and dumb for me already. you’re really gonna let me fuck you like this?”

you nod, shaky and desperate. “please.”

his cock slides in with a slow, delicious stretch, and your entire body arches up into him. it’s too much — you’re so sensitive, every inch of him feels overwhelming. your hands scramble to grip his arms, nails digging into his skin.

“shh, i got you,” mark whispers, voice like honey. “fuck, you’re so tight, baby. barely fitting me in, huh?”

he doesn’t give you time to adjust — just sets a slow, deliberate pace, grinding deep with every thrust like he knows exactly how to hit every spot that makes you cry. and cry you do — not from pain, not even from pleasure, just the sheer overload of everything. your body can’t keep up.

you try to speak, to say his name, to beg or moan or something, but all that comes out are those broken little sounds — soft, pitiful whimpers muffled against his neck.

and mark eats it up.

“aw, puppy,” he coos, voice breathless now as he fucks into you deeper. “you’re so gone, aren’t you? too dumb to talk, too full to think. i know, i know — it’s so much, huh?”

your whole body clenches around him when he says it — those same condescending words from earlier, dripping with false sympathy that only makes the pleasure sharper.

“fuck,” he groans, losing rhythm for a second. “you like that? like when i talk to you like this while you’re crying on my cock?”

you whimper something that might’ve been “yes.”

“yeah, you do.” he leans down and finally kisses you — deep and filthy and possessive — while his hips start snapping faster, rougher, chasing his own high. “such a good fucking mess for me.”

you don’t even realize you’re close again until your whole body locks up, legs wrapping around his waist like a vice. mark kisses your tears away, smiling like he’s proud of what he’s done to you.

“cum for me, baby,” he whispers. “just let go. i got you.”

and you do — body shattering under him, walls pulsing around his cock while your vision goes white, overstimulated and overwhelmed and so completely his.

he follows seconds later, moaning into your mouth as he buries himself deep, twitching inside you.

the room falls silent after, the only sound your ragged breathing and mark’s soft kisses trailing down your jaw.

then he pulls back just enough to look at you, sweaty and flushed beneath him.

“still think i’m just a sweet study buddy?”

you shook you’re head no, and there was his sweet little smile again— as if he didn’t just fuck your stupid.

[dazedhyu]

pairing: chenle x reader

word count: 1234 (i’m being so deadass)

genre: smut (MDNI), timestamps <3

warnings: bestfriend!chenle, inexperienced reader, pussy eater chenle!!, praise, pet names, overstimulation…again :3

a/n: yeah…take my phone away from me 😭😭

“you’re really nervous, huh?”

his voice is soft— gentle in that way chenle rarely ever is. usually he’s teasing, smug, full of sharp grins and sarcastic remarks. but not right now.

right now he’s kneeling between your thighs, warm palms sliding slowly up the backs of your legs as you sit there on the edge of his bed, trembling slightly, every part of you too aware of the fact that you’re finally letting him touch you like this.

your best friend.

your very experienced, very cocky best friend.

you nod, swallowing hard. “i’ve never—i mean, not like this. not anyone…”

he leans in a little, thumbs brushing the crease where your thighs meet your hips. “i know,” he says softly, meeting your gaze. “i’ll take care of you. you trust me, right?”

you nod again—faster this time. because you do. you’ve always trusted him.

and something about the way he’s looking at you makes you ache. like you’re something fragile. like he wants to ruin you slow.

“good,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “just relax, baby. let me make you feel good.”

you inhale sharply as he pushes your legs apart, letting them fall open for him. chenle groans, low and soft, like he’s been waiting for this forever.

“fuck,” he breathes, mouth barely brushing your skin. “so pretty. you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”

his hands are steady, thumbs stroking gentle circles into your hips as he kisses closer. he’s not rushing. not even a little.

you’re already soaked, and the first slow lick of his tongue makes you gasp.

“oh my god—”

“shhh,” he murmurs, grinning against you. “you’re okay. i’ve got you.”

he eats you out like he’s memorizing the shape of every sound you make—every twitch, every breathless moan. like he wants to make you cry from how good it feels.

and the praise. god, the praise.

“so sweet, baby.”

“you’re doing so good for me.”

“you taste like fucking heaven.”

his voice is thick with want, but he doesn’t let it slip. doesn’t rush. just keeps lapping at you slowly, tongue dragging through your folds, lips sealing around your clit with practiced ease.

you’re shaking in minutes, one hand fisting in the sheets, the other gripping his hair.

“c-chenle, i—”

he pulls back for half a second, mouth shiny, smile soft and crooked. “already close?”

you nod frantically, eyes wet.

“fuck, that’s so hot,” he whispers, before diving back in.

he moans against you like he loves it—like getting you off is his favorite fucking thing in the world. and it’s too much—his tongue, his voice, the way he’s holding your hips down even as you squirm.

“come for me, baby,” he breathes, mouth brushing your clit, fingers digging into your thighs. “let go. i wanna hear how pretty you sound when you fall apart.”

and when you do—shaking and sobbing through the most overwhelming pleasure you’ve ever felt—he doesn’t stop. he slows, sure, kisses through it, licks up everything you give him with a groan like he’s drunk on it.

then he’s kissing your thighs again. your belly. your trembling hips.

“you did so good for me,” he whispers, crawling up beside you to pull you into his chest. “so fuckin’ good. my perfect girl.”

your legs won’t stop shaking, chest rising and falling in uneven gasps as you clutch chenle’s shirt, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through your limbs. you’re dazed—floaty. the kind of blissed-out that makes it hard to speak, let alone think.

he’s holding you gently now, hand smoothing over your back, lips brushing your forehead like he just gave you the sweetest gift in the world.

and then he murmurs it. low and soft and dangerous.

“i’m not done with you.”

you stiffen a little, whining into his shirt. “i—i already—”

“i know,” he says sweetly, kissing the corner of your mouth. “you were perfect. but i didn’t say you could stop.”

your breath catches. his tone isn’t cruel. it’s warm. coaxing. but there’s something firm under it—something that tells you he means it.

his hand slips down again, fingers ghosting over your soaked, sensitive cunt. you jolt.

“still wet,” he whispers. “still warm. so pretty like this—fuck, you squeeze when i talk to you like that.”

you whimper, thighs trying to close on instinct, but he’s already between them again. already settling down with a grin that could ruin anyone.

“you trust me, right?” he says again, eyes locking with yours. “you want me to take care of you?”

you nod, already breathless again, even as your body trembles.

“that’s my girl.”

and then he’s kissing you there again—softer this time, gentler, but it burns now, every brush of his tongue dragging sparks through your nerves. your hips lift without meaning to, legs trembling as he licks slow, careful stripes over your clit.

“so sensitive,” he coos. “you feel everything now, don’t you?”

you nod helplessly, mouth falling open as another soft moan escapes you. it’s too much—you should be done. but the way he’s touching you? the praise? the warm weight of his hands holding your thighs apart, steady and patient and so fucking in control—it makes you want more.

he keeps going, not teasing, not rushing. just loving you. like this is his favorite thing in the world. like he knew you’d take it again. like he knew your body would give in even when your mind said it was too much.

“you’re doing so good for me, baby. look at you,” he murmurs, voice full of warmth and awe. “already shaking, already crying again. and you’re still letting me.”

your eyes are glossy now, and you don’t even realize the tears are back until he lifts his head and kisses one off your thigh.

“fuck, you’re so sweet,” he groans, fingers digging into your hips. “you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

he presses a kiss to your clit, feather-light, and your whole body jolts.

“can you give me one more?” he whispers, smiling up at you. “just one. i’ll make it feel so good, i promise. just one more for me, pretty girl.”

you whine, nodding through the overwhelm, because even if it’s too much—you trust him. and you want it. want him.

his tongue returns with purpose this time, circling your clit, flicking it just right, the angle of his mouth making everything sharper. your hips twitch and your hand flies to his hair, tugging without realizing it.

“that’s it,” he breathes, voice husky and low. “give it to me. i want to feel you come again. i need to.”

and god—when it happens, it’s loud. it’s messy. it’s a sobbed-out moan and a full-body shake, your thighs closing around his head as you come for him a second time, even harder than the first.

he doesn’t stop until you push at him, crying out softly, and even then he kisses your thigh, your mound, your hip—whispering, “you did so good. you’re amazing. i’m so proud of you.”

and when he finally climbs back up beside you, pulling you into his arms again, you bury your face in his neck, still trembling. still reeling.

he presses a kiss to your forehead, brushing your hair back.

“you okay?” he whispers.

you nod. and then, barely audible—“thank you.”

his smile is audible in the warmth of his voice.

“anytime, baby.”

[dazedhyu]

making out with haechan in the backseat would be so hot. you’d be sitting on his lap, his hands would be in the back pockets of your jeans, groping your ass. the sound of lips smacking could be heard, your arms around his neck and fingers sliding up into his hair. grinding down on his growing bulge, softly moaning into each other’s mouths at the feeling.

[dazedhyu]

hi(gh) roomie! | lmk

stoner!roommate!mark -> roommates to ???

summary: mark needed a roommate as soon as possible, and luckily his problem is solved when you end up moving in. you’re sweet and can hold your own in a smoke session, but as you grow closer he’s caught in a dilemma—is it normal to think about you as much as he does?

wc: 4.4k | genre: fluff, smut | 18+ mdni

cw: weed use, slightly jealous!mark, masturbation, oral (receiving), voyeurism-ish, unprotected pinv sex (do not do), pull out method, pet names: baby

mark’s pov of roomie high, can be read alone!

if you asked mark lee about one good thing that happened to him this year, he’d probably talk about you—not that he’d ever admit it to your face.

especially since he lives with you.

before the two of you became roommates, your circles of friends tended to overlap and he’d seen you a couple of times, learning your name in passing, yet never having an actual conversation.

even if he wanted to, he never paid much mind outside of his immediate circle. life was pretty hectic—he was adjusting to a new job and had just moved to a new 2-bedroom apartment with a friend.

it seemed like he was out of luck when only 3 months into his lease his roommate made the brash decision to move in with his on-and-off girlfriend in hopes that their relationship would stabilize. his soon to be ex-roommate was aware it was a little toxic, super apologetic, but certain about his decision.

mark understood, kind of, but he still had to find a roommate before his bank account was run dry.

it felt like an answered prayer when haechan called him over to you at a random kickback. you were visibly distressed, and though you tried to stop your shared friend, haechan blabbered on and on about how you were looking for a new smoke-friendly apartment and roommate.

it was safe to say mark might not have been in his right judgement after smoking a bowl and a half by this point in the night, but he couldn’t see any downside to this.

you needed a place, he needed a roommate.

you liked smoking, he liked smoking.

plus, if haechan trusted you enough to suggest this arrangement, he thought he could, too.

taking in your nervous form and eyes darting between him and haechan, the words left his mouth before he could even stop them.

“i mean, i’m cool with it, if you are..?”

your eyes widened as if you didn’t expect him to agree, and you responded after a brief pause.

“..yeah, we can talk about it after today,” you muttered quietly, and something about the way you looked at him made the back of his neck tingle, but the feeling was quickly overshadowed by his relief at solving his apartment problem.

it started a bit awkward, with the two of you walking on eggshells and being overly considerate of the other. mark knew he couldn’t live that way, however, and after resolving himself, he decided to break the ice the way he knew best—with a little weed.

he grabbed his shoebox of supplies, finding you in the living room.

“hey dude, uh.. house-warming smoke?” he had asked shyly, and your eyes lit up at the offer, lips parting in a bright smile as you accepted happily.

he liked that look on you, finding himself smiling, too.

he rolled you a joint to share, and after a few back and forths, he found himself in comfortable conversation with his new roommate. you brightened as time passed, breaking into giggles and fits of rambling, and the two of you talked about all kinds of things well into the night.

he went to sleep that night with just one thought—he could really get used to this.

and he did, setting a new routine of ending nights with roomie meals and smoke sessions whenever your schedules aligned.

sometimes the two of you knock out on the couch at some point during the night, and when he wakes up and shakes you to get you to go to your bed, your cute groggy whines for 5 more minutes have him falling back asleep right beside you.

the longer you live together, the more he notices how being around you has affected him.

he tries not to stare when you walk around in those thin pajama shorts of yours, oversized t-shirts sometimes making it look like you don’t have them on at all.

when you get all dolled up for a night out, he wonders if you’re meeting with someone who will actually appreciate how good you look.

he finds himself dropping by your work every once in a while, too, walking home with you after picking up some food—usually something he knows you like.

he’s gotten used to falling asleep on the couch next to you, wondering how it would feel to have you just a bit closer. it stings a little when he wakes up to your side of the couch empty.

he doesn’t know exactly what compels him to do all of this, to feel like this, but he does know that he really, really likes having you around.

maybe a little too much—maybe a little more than a good roommate and friend should.

the night after a particularly heavy smoke session, he wakes up to you trying to be as quiet as possible in the kitchen. he groans as he stretches, groggy as he tries to rub the sleep from his eyes.

“if you’re making coffee can i also get a cup, please? i’m gonna be fighting for my life at work today..” he asks, having gotten used to your daily morning routines.

your laughter coming from the kitchen alerts him, and the sweet tone of your voice has him opening his eyes fully. “was already making enough for both of us.”

he sits up, gazing at you over the back of the couch, watching as you set down his mug next to your thermos on the kitchen counter.

this all feels entirely too domestic, too natural, as if the two of you are more than just people who live together—is this a normal thing? is it normal to want to join you in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist?

when he finally gets up after you’ve left, he rushes to the bathroom, glaring down at the tent in his shorts. he shimmies out of his clothes, hopping into the shower. the hot water runs down his body, and he wraps a hand around his cock, hard and heavy. he runs his thumb over his tip, hissing at the sensation.

it’s not normal.

morning wood is a natural thing, yes, but as he jerks himself furiously, biting his bottom lip to keep his groans to a minimum, all he pictures is you—your voice, your hair, your scent, the way you call his name so sweetly.

he finishes before he knows it, the running water quickly washing away his release. post-nut clarity hits him like a train.

he has to chill out a bit. there’s no way he just got off thinking about you.

the last thing he’d want to do is make you uncomfortable, not when his life has just started to fall into place with you in it. he doesn’t need anything complicated.

that’s what he tells himself, but when his work day gets cut short due to a busted pipe in the building, he finds himself outside the bookshop you work at 10 minutes before your shift ends.

he enters, but before he sees you, he hears you, and not just you. there’s a familiar voice he hopes isn’t who he thinks it is. he rounds one of the bookshelves, nearing the source of the noise, and the sight he’s met with makes his blood boil.

you’re there, but so is haechan, and you have your hands over his face as he grips your wrists, laughing maniacally at god knows what.

mark knows the two of you are really close friends, and it shouldn’t bother him, especially since it’s thanks to haechan that he got close to you in the first place.

but he can’t help it as his jaw clenches at the sight of you in haechan’s hold.

mark might live with you, but there’s a boundary that he doesn’t cross. he wishes that were him in haechan’s place, comfortable enough to touch you, to hold you.

he gasps as he realizes just how far his thoughts have gone just as you catch sight of him over hyuck’s shoulder. you shake your still laughing friend off while you greet him.

“mark?? what are you doing here?” you ask in surprise, and mark realizes he forgot to text you like he usually does when he comes by. his feet just took him there before he knew it.

haechan greets mark, looking between the two of you with a grin.

“i got outta work a little early so i thought i’d come by. we can get take out for dinner on the way home?” mark explains. so much for chilling out—this just amps up the domesticity even more.

“take out sounds good with me!” haechan butts in a little too happily before you can say anything.

you and mark give him a pointed look. it’s not the first time he’s invited himself over, but in this moment mark feels more irritated than ever, frustration bubbling in his throat.

hyuck smiles at the two of you for a moment before laughing again. “i’m just kidding guys, you should see the looks on your faces.” he meets mark’s eyes with look that seems to say that he knows something a mark doesn’t. mark quirks an eyebrow up, but haechan just laughs, turning on his heel to head home.

“wouldn’t want to interrupt anything, see you later cuties!”

your friend is gone before either of you can say anything, and all frustration in mark’s head is replaced with panic. had haechan been reading his mind? was he that obvious?

“wha- interrupting? interrupting what?” mark turns to you with a confused face, trying to play it off.

luckily, you are quick to change the subject. “he’s just being stupid, what do you wanna get for dinner?”

mark nods, grateful at your dismissal. “hmm, i don’t know. what do you want?” he responds.

“let’s get some noodles from down the street, i’ve been craving them.” mark feels his cheekbones lift, smiling warmly at you. he loves that you’re comfortable enough to tell him what you want.

“sure, it’s on me tonight!” he offers excitedly, and you beam in response.

“thank you, markie,” you reply, and the sweet nickname hits him straight in the gut. he doesn’t show it, matching your pace as you walk.

“anything for you.”

he means it.

at home, the two of you light up before digging into your food, but something about today is a little different. maybe it’s because he’s a little guilty about what he did in the shower this morning, or maybe it’s because he’s coming to terms with how he feels about you.

it’s a little too cold in the living room, and he goes to his room to put on a hoodie. he sees another hoodie on his bed, and picturing you in it, he grabs it without another thought and comes back out, handing it to you.

he quickly realizes how stupid he must look giving you one of his hoodies when your own room is just a few steps away. “oh shit, uhh, wait my bad.. you totally could’ve just gotten one of yours.”

you shake your head, beaming cutely at him “no, i’ll take yours, too lazy to get up. thank you.”

mark really thinks he made a mistake as you put it on. the sight of you in his clothes has his stomach stirring.

settling into the couch, you’re having trouble lighting the joint, so he puts it in his own mouth, lighting it before holding it up to your lips so you can take a hit. he gazes at the way your eyelashes flutter shut as you take a hit of the joint, the way your lips wrap around it so close to his fingers.

you don’t realize what you’re doing to him, or maybe you do, but he tries to push it all down as you slowly hotbox the apartment. it’s a friday night, so you two can smoke as much as you want, having the weekend off.

and smoke you do.

as the night progresses, the two of you have made your way through 3 joints, and mark holds his pipe in hand ready to light up even more. you’re honestly both high as shit, and you both know it too. every little thing on the tv is the funniest thing you’ve ever seen, and your noodles have been long gone.

mark sees you looking at him from the corner of his eye as he takes a long drag from his pipe, handing it to you before letting the smoke seep from his lips. he chuckles at how excited you seem waiting for your turn. you take a hit and set it down.

“i’m about to be glued to this couch for the next 24 hours,” mark drawls out. he readjusts himself on the couch, letting out a borderline moan as he feels a few joints pop. the last thing he remembers is hearing you say something and feeling the couch shift before he drifts off.

a sudden vibration of his phone laying on top of his chest jolts him awake.

“what the…” he rubs his eyes. it must be well past midnight, and he looks over to your side of the couch, once again feeling that ache in his chest at the bare cushions.

he moves to get up and go to his room to lay in the comfort of his bed, still so high and way too tired to think. he almost misses a soft cry coming from the direction of your room. almost.

whipping his head in the direction of your room, he pauses, thinking he must be having a weed-induced hallucinations.

against his better judgement, he stalks very slowly to your slightly open door with the warm light from your bedside lamp peaking through. he thinks he’s hearing things until he hears it again.

but it’s not just a cry, it’s the sound of a name.

his name. in your voice.

“m-mark. oh fuck, mark.”

he slaps a hand to his mouth quietly, in disbelief at what might be behind your door, but as he approaches his suspicions are not only confirmed by another repetition of his name, but the view of you that comes into his sights.

you’re on your bed, wearing only his hoodie with your hand stuffed down your underwear. his eyes drink up your form, your chest heaving as you work yourself up. your legs are spread and your head is thrown back, moans of his name tumbling from your lips.

mark’s mouth goes dry, and he almost feels faint for a second with how much blood rushes to his head and his cock. this can’t be a high dream, right? he pinches himself. nope, not a dream.

he swallows thickly as he processes everything going on in front of him.

for a second he thinks maybe getting off to each other is a normal thing for roommates if both of you are doing it. he palms at his hardening member through his shorts.

but no, this isn’t normal, and it finally registers that you want him. you want him in the same way he wants you, and a streak of confidence runs through him.

sober mark would be hesitant, but high mark says fuck it. you’re literally calling out to him—not some rando, not haechan, you’re calling his name.

you want him to touch you, to hold you, to make you feel good, and what kind of roomie would he be if he didn’t give you what you wanted?

you don’t even notice mark come in until he’s made his way to your bed, the cushions dipping under his weight. you gasp, immediately closing your legs as your head snaps up to meet his hungry gaze.

“mark! oh my fucki- get out!” you start to ramble, clearly shocked at this situation. “i swear it’s not what it looks like.. i just-”

“what does it look like, baby?” mark comes closer to you. you immediately stop at his words, mouth opening in shock at this shift. mark continues.

“that you’re getting your pretty little self off while moaning my name? what are you thinking about?” he settles in front of your now curled up form.

“or, who are you thinking about? cause i think i can guess who,” he says lowly, lips forming a slight grin as he peers into your widened eyes.

you sit up slightly.

“mark.. you aren’t weirded out?” you ask hesitantly. weirded out is the last thing he’d be.

“why would i be? in fact-“ mark grabs your hand and leads it to his sweats, “let me show you how i’m feeling.” you gasp at the hardened tent, and his cock throbs at your touch.

“sorry for the interruption, but let’s get back to it?” mark backs up, pulling you by the waist until you’re propped on your back atop your pillows. “i’d love to give you a hand, baby,” he coos, settling between your legs.

he drinks up the sight of you. he loves you like this—wearing his clothes, looking like you’re his.

“all wrapped up in my hoodie, just like a present,” mark says lowly, his eyes moving down as he lifts up the bottom of his hoodie to meet your soaked underwear. “is all this for me?”

you seem to still be in shock, but you manage to let out a weak response.

“it’s all for you, markie.”

it goes straight to his pants and his heart, immediately pushing him into action even in his high state. he gets on his stomach to go down on you, not even bothering to take off your underwear.

he hums as his tongue meets your soaked panties, tasting you as your arousal combines with his spit.

fuck, he could stay here for hours if you’d let him.

using one hand to move your panties to the side, he slides his fingers through your slit, and you gasp at the direct contact. his tongue takes the place of his fingers, and your cries are like music to his ears.

“oh god mark, f-feels too fucking good,” you moan out. he runs a soothing hand along your thigh, loving the way you tremble under his tongue.

your eyes roll and toes curl at the pleasure, hands coming to grip his hair as he lets the mixture of his spit and your juices flow down his chin onto your bed. he groans at the feeling of your hands tugging at his hair, pressing himself even further into you.

mark buries his nose into your clit, looking up at you, and as if you sense him staring, you look back down to meet his eyes.

as soon as you meet his eyes, one last swipe of his tongue across your clit it has you cumming almost immediately.

mark stares up at you in wonder, groaning again as you throw your head up and let out a cry, legs shaking around his head as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

when he sits back up to admire his work, he swears he could cum then and there. in his sights is you still in his hoodie, eyes teary, panting from the pleasure he gave you, and underwear absolutely ruined.

“fuck, baby, you tasted too good.” he licks the remnants off his lips, and he’s so hard it hurts.

as you come down, your eyes are bleary as you stare into his, but it’s filled with so much desire telling him that even the haze of the high is still there, you both know exactly what needs to come next.

“mark, fuck me, please.”

he almost moans at your pleading, his heart doing flips at another confirmation that you want him, you need him.

“…anything for you, baby,” mark replies. he takes off his shirt and sweats, and your hands move to take his hoodie off of you when he stops you.

“no, keep it on. i need to fill you up like this,” he says, tone slightly pleading. if he was already beyond turned on seeing you get off in his hoodie, fucking you in it would be a whole different story. it’s another reminder to him that this is all real.

“condoms?” he asks.

“i’m on the pill, and i haven’t fucked anyone in a really long time,” you reply, getting slightly impatient. his chest fills with excitement at that news—he’d hate hearing about any other man being in this position.

“me too, baby.”

he lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his cock up and down your slit to coat himself in your arousal. he knows you came just a second ago, and you’re still sensitive, but he loves knowing he’s the reason for all of it.

“stop teasing.. need you so bad mark,” you groan. he grins.

“shh, need to take my time stretching you out, baby.” he latches his head onto your entrance, slowly pushing the tip in. just the tip has you seeing stars.

“fuck mark, w-why are you so big..” he has to pause at your question, trying to keep hold of his self control as he slowly inches himself in, letting you adjust.

“you’re so t-tight,” he chokes out, teeth clenching as he feels your walls start to engulf him. if he moves too fast, he knows he’ll cum too soon.

as he bottoms out, the two of you moan into each other, his forehead resting on yours as you both feel each other. you feel like you were made for him, hugging his member perfectly. like always, words seem to leave him before he even realizes what he’s saying.

“can i kiss you, dude?” mark asks a bit too innocently for the situation you’re in, and your resulting laugh sends a vibration through you that has you both moaning out.

“i can’t believe you just called me dude when your dick is literally inside of me right now, of course you can kiss me,” you give him the okay, and mark doesn’t even care that he sounded dumb, right away putting his lips on yours.

the kiss is sluggish yet deep, and he starts to move his hips ever so slightly as he deepens your kiss further. his hips start to pick up more speed gradually, and you separate from his lips as you gasp out.

you’re moaning his name and he’s moaning yours, and the only thing he can think is that you feel so fucking good around him, like you were made to take his cock.

his hips start to rut into you more desperately, his pelvis hitting your sensitive bud as deep groans leave his throat.

he watches your face as you get lost in the rocking motion, shivering as drool leaks from the side of your mouth. you’re just so pretty, and even prettier fucked out for him, probably high out of your mind still.

mark is also feeling a pleasure like no other, mind spinning as he breathes harshly. he knows he’s not gonna last long.

“fuck baby, i need you to cum on my cock.” he punctuates his words with his hand resting on your lower stomach as he starts to thumb at your clit.

your eyes shut tightly at the feeling, already reaching another high. the band in your stomach tightens and tightens as mark rubs harsh circles in tempo with his quickening thrusts, and with one last swipe it snaps.

you cum hard around him and he almost has to stop from how tight you’re gripping around him, walls pulsating as you ride out your high. unable to hold back any longer, mark pulls out, cum landing on the hoodie you’re wearing.

he collapses next to you, and the two of you catch your breath as you come down from both your sex and weed highs. he turns his head towards you, taking in how you look after he’s had his way with you.

you smile back at him, and pull at the fabric of the hoodie you’re wearing.

“markie, you came all over your hoodie, how am i supposed to stay warm tonight?”

your smile turns teasing, and his lips curl up as he picks up what you’re hinting at. he rises to his knees and grabs the hem of the hoodie, pulling it up over your head.

“nah dude, i can do a way better job than that old hoodie.” mark lays back down, gathering you into his arms. he tucks you into his chest, and you seem to fit perfectly enveloped with him.

both of you have cooled down, and the feeling of your skin on his is just what he needs. his mind wanders as he feels you drift off to sleep in his arms.

this isn’t normal for roommates, but fuck that—maybe it can be for you two. maybe you don’t have to be just roomies.

and when he wakes up the next morning with you still in his hold, the aching feeling of waking up to you gone replaced by a warm feeling in his chest, he’s sure.

he takes in the way you stir under his touch, cuddling further into his chest when he runs his fingers down your arm, taking in how soft your skin is.

the way your pretty lashes flutter open, and soft sighs leave your lips when he trails kisses down your neck.

the way you both call out of work that day, unable to hold yourselves back from one round in bed and another in the shower, the two of you drifting off again after with hickeys littering your skin and nail marks streaking his.

he knows he wants to be so much more.

to be continued?

a/n: thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed!! again it isn’t technically a new fic, but i’m happy to be back writing even if it's just at this capacity, and i hope it can be a catalyst for coming up with new fics!! :D

feedback and shares always appreciated <3

-coco

[dazedhyu]

⭑ mark becomes a little too obsessed now that he learns you can squirt... ﹙+18﹚

you weren’t sure if you could take another. your body trembled, legs weak, breaths uneven. the sheets beneath you were damp, evidence of just how far he had pushed you.

but mark didn’t seem near to being finished.

his mouth worked at you with devotion, tongue teasing, exploring—his every move deliberate, like he was savoring something forbidden. each flick, each slow stroke of his lips against your pussy sent fresh waves of pleasure rolling through you. his nose brushed against that sensitive spot each time he dipped his tongue inside, and all you could do was lay there, helpless, open for him.

your thighs twitched, but they were locked over his shoulders, his firm grip keeping you exactly where he wanted. not that you had the strength to close them even if you tried.

“just one more, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger. “c’mon… give me another.” then, he sucked at your clit, a sudden, ruthless pull that had your back arching, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

his skin glistened, his abs damp from his earlier efforts—where he had learned you could squirt. where he had discovered he could make you fall apart so completely, so beautifully, that he never wanted to stop.

god, you were a sight—eyes fluttering, fingers tangled in the sheets, body shivering with every stroke of his tongue. mark drank in every reaction, every twitch and shudder, and it only made him want more.

you could feel his impatience growing. his tongue moved faster, more insistent, each stroke messier, greedier. then, he pressed his fingers inside—deep, unrelenting—pulling another cry from your throat as your grip tightened in his hair.

“mark—please,” you gasped, barely able to form words.

“i know you can, baby,” he coaxed, pressing a slow, teasing circle against your swollen clit. his voice was soothing, but his touch was anything but. “do it again for me… make a mess for me, and i’ll let you rest.”

as if you had a choice. as if your body wasn’t already on the edge, trembling, desperate, ready to break for him all over again.

your stomach tightened, that sweet, unbearable pressure coiling deep in your core. your eyes squeezed shut and your hips lifted instinctively, searching for more, and then—

everything snapped.

a breathless cry left your lips as pleasure crashed over you, your body stuttering, back arching off the mattress as you gave him exactly what he wanted.

you barely had the strength to open your eyes, but you felt it—the way he held your legs still, trying to catch every drop of your release with his mouth. the way his breathing stuttered against your skin, his own body shivering, desperate for relief.

and then, without a single touch to himself, mark groaned—a deep, guttural sound—and you knew. his own release spilled hot and heavy against the sheets, proof of just how much your pleasure alone undid him.

the room was silent, save for the sound of your ragged breaths. your body twitched, oversensitive, spent. your legs refused to move, your muscles weak, your mind floating somewhere between bliss and exhaustion.

mark exhaled, running a slow hand through his damp hair, grinning like a man who had just won the greatest prize of his life.

“that,” he murmured, voice husky, lips brushing against your thigh, “was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.”

you finally managed to lift your head, and what you saw made your breath catch.

mark—utterly wrecked. skin glistening, hair damp, that triumphant smirk tugging at his lips. and lower… his cock, still standing proudly, flushed, glistening, as if daring you to do something about it.

you groaned, letting your head fall back against the pillow.

mark only chuckled, crawling up to hover over you, his lips grazing yours.

“think thirty minutes is enough for you?” he murmured, teasing, tempting.

god help you and your insatiable beast boyfriend.

｜ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 𖹭 don't you also think it's hot when they get pleasure by giving pleasure to their partner? oh gosh help me... i just wanna squirt for mark 😪

[dazedhyu]

would you write anything about perv chenle tyyyy, love your works btw :3

corrupt pervert. z.cl

ft. loser perv jisung… bc i had to. i rarely write this level of power imbalances, not sure if im good at it lol lmk what u think tho

perv!chenle is an absolute menace. the type of pervert that wants you to notice, and feel flustered over how brazen he is,, nothing can deter him with his level of confidence. an aggressive type of perv, handsy with a side of degradation, unfiltered thoughts and unflinching stares. inflicted humiliation by dominance, they go together so well, don’t they?

all eyes are on you, whether you like it or not, whether they’re obvious or not. it’s all his fault, so smug with the unbothered way chenle is undressing you with his eyes, the hand on your thigh almost hidden by the hem of your skirt, caressing the skin of your inner thigh, barely a centimeter away from your cute cotton panties, he’s staring at you, a devilish smirk as you squirm under the weight of less than subtle glances from the members sitting nearby. leaning closely, his lips to your ear, shamelessly dirty thoughts that make you flinch and rub your thighs together, trapping his hand between your legs, heat radiating off your face in waves of embarrassment, his obvious bulge pressed to your thigh, panties shamefully wet and chenle knows. flipping up your skirt to make you flustered as you try to cover up what little decency there is left, a glint to his eyes as he sees jeno swallow a little obviously, jaemin and his more subtle glances, jisung shifting a little and tugging his shirt hem over his crotch, perv!chenle never fails to make a show out of his little slut, everyone knows what goes on between you two. and he’ll make sure you’re around to hear about what he does to ruin you.

perv!chenle absolutely corrupts you. makes you as perverted for him as he is for you, trains you into his perfect slut. won’t fuck you until you’re taught how to properly suck him off,, and all good behavior comes with a reward for fulfilling him. expensive lingerie purchases, lessons in the backseat of his car, sexual tension is always high.

his driver should be used to this by now, the way chenle has you on your knees, sucking him off in the backseat. one hand fisting your hair, controlling your pace. not good enough, too sloppy. he’ll train you to fix your technique… always swallow his load of cum. all of it. praises laced with humiliation, pretty slut, dirty whore. he’s trained you to want to please him, love being his good girl when you’re doing well, learning so eagerly. your legs spread for him so willingly, ‘cause he makes it feels so good to be spoiled for good behavior,, and fucking through a car ride, steamy windows and air heavy with the scent of sex,, you don’t even register when the driver has parked the car at his building.

perv!chenle fucks with an audience. please, you thought it was just being handsy and corruption? no, it’s fucking with the door to his room wide open… if he’s even bothering to save it for his bedroom, relishing in the way everyone knows he’s making a such a slut out of you. pretend to be innocent all you want. everyone knows otherwise. willingly or not.

cry, scream his name, tear streaks stained with mascara down your cheeks, so fucked out you don’t realize there’s an audience at first, ‘til your hair is fisted and dragged up to make you look up, so embarrassing to be watched, isn’t it? or maybe it’s the way your pussy clenches tighter ‘round chenle’s cock when you see mark staring through the door, biting his lip and hands clenched into fists,, watching as chenle ruins you on all fours, his creamy cum dripping down your ass, viscous ropes of sticky seed and as chenle grins,, come on, who’s fucking you like a whore? say it. say it again, and again, and again, fucks you ‘til you can’t say his name anymore, handprints on your ass, oh, you’re really cute like this. ‘cause chenle knows you’d never be satisfied unless it’s rough and messy,, he’s corrupted you this way. just the way he wants it.

perv!chenle’s so generous… and willing to share. oh, it’s almost as if he wants others to crave you when you’re his, go ahead, let them get attached, but in the end, you’re always his. masturbating while you’re presenting your pretty pussy, always looking at him for approval, so desperate to please him, drooling a little over how badly you want to suck him off too. it’s okay if your cute head can’t keep up with his desires, obedience is the absolute arousing factor to his pervertedness.

good girl, chenle’s hand petting your hair, your head in his lap as jisung’s cock clumsily sinks into your pussy, his pretty lips parted as his gasps for air ‘cause he never gets pussy on his own… imagine, how embarrassing, chenle’s girlfriend as his only source of sexual relief. chenle’s fingers slipping past your lips, obediently sucking on his fingertips and his other hand slowly stroking his length, your whimpers muffled, jisung’s quiet moaning how good you feel, he doesn’t last very long. and it’s not long before you’re climbing into chenle’s lap for praises, his fingers easily toying with the clit jisung failed to find, all you want to be is chenle’s good girl, ‘cause he treats you so good and makes you feel so loved with attention. mhmm, he’ll eat you out for behaving so obediently, for hours, even. for letting jisung use your cute pussy ‘cause he’s chenle’s best friend, and he can’t help that he’s a loser… that now has a massive crush on chenle’s girl.

ty for liking my writing :) this was fun to write

[dazedhyu]

idol (r. fantasies)

warnings: dubcon, shoe riding, sticking things up your coochie that should probably not be there, idol!haechan x (f) reader ft. idol!mark

wc. 984

jake version posted on my enha account @/ireverie. i’m not plagiarizing myself guys…

haechan thinks of it as an experiment. a mad scientist testing a hypothesis, curious about the inner workings of your mind and the bounds of your adoration for him, wanting to see exactly how far he can stretch your limits before you snap.

he starts mild. it’s an entertaining sight, you orgasming on his shoe, the thin, wet fabric of your panties clinging to the black leather and giving them a luminous shine. your hands had tightened around his thigh as your hips rolled deeper and deeper onto his protected foot and your teeth tangled in the loose fabric of ripped jeans to muffle the sound.

you look ashamed after, embarrassed. this is not how you had imagined meeting him would go, and you don’t want your memory when he eventually leaves to be stained by something so disgusting. the filthy fucking fan that rode his shoe, so desperate to be filled by him.

but haechan tells you that you’re not done. you’re confused, brows stitching together. wordlessly, he kicks out his other foot, giving it a nice tap against the carpet of his hotel room. now do the other one, is his silent command. you swallow the lump in your throat, hoping all the humiliation goes down with it, and begrudgingly switch shoes.

haechan stifles a laugh, not wanting to make you feel any worse than you likely already do. he watches you slowly grind down onto his other shoe, clinging onto his leg for support, your moans louder this time now that you are sensitive from climax. “haechan,” you whimper, burying your face in his pants. it’s so embarrassing.

even though he doesn’t say anything, too observed in monitoring the meek way you rub your needy cunt against his shoe, he gently pats your head in a way that makes your heart hammer and flood with warmth. for a moment, this is not so bad anymore.

but only for a moment, because the climax sneaks up on you again, and your hole throbs with impatience, clamping around nothing but empty space as you try to suppress the wanting. it’s hard, too hard. haechan is hard, for that matter, but he’s having too much fun pushing your buttons to let it end.

the next task is more humiliating than the last. when haechan disappeared into the bathroom, you had no idea what he was going to do, but he returns with his toothbrush in hand. he gestures for you to get on the bed and expectantly pushes it to you. your brows arched, bemused.

“what am i going to do with this?” you ask, weakly meeting his eyes. 

“what are you going to do with it?” he repeats, chuckling. he forces the toothbrush into your open hand and curls your fingers around it. “you’re gonna fuck yourself with it.”

you gawk, surprised. haechan is laughing, but it doesn’t feel like he is joking. rather, he seems dead serious. “but haechan,” you start. 

“but nothing,” he interrupts, a little rougher than intended. he kisses your cheek to soften his words. “you said you love me, didn’t you?”

“i do, but…”

“were you lying?” he accuses. 

your eyes widen. “no, of course not.”

“then do it,” he whispers, this time pressing his lips against yours. it’s brief, but enough to make your heart race. “for me.”

you heave a breath, but not your head. shuffling out of your panties, you push them underneath your ankles and haechan does the honor of tossing them aside. with a few more breaths, you slowly start to push the toothbrush inside, your hand holding the end with the bristles.

it feels like an object that doesn’t belong there, probably because it is, but it’s not particularly uncomfortable or painful, so you continue to move it deeper inside until your sticky walls have coated most of it with your slick.

you wish it’s haechan instead, but you decide it will have to work for now, thrusting the blue and white toothbrush with the image of haechan’s cock in mind, in and out. your mouth parts in gasps, clenching around the base of the brush as you picture haechan making you take every inch.

“that’s it,” haechan coos, pleased. “such a good girl.”

his lips fall from the pulse in your neck to your cold shoulders to your perky chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth while his finger gently curves around the other. your sounds make his dick jump in his pants, wearing at his self restraint.

your embarrassment hits an all-time peak when mark lets himself in with one of haechan’s extra keycards that you’re too flabbergasted to question why he has. 

“johnny hyung sent me to get your vote on what you wanna eat tomorrow after the…,” mark trails off, eyes widening when he notices what’s going on. “you know what? that’s my bad. i shouldn’t have… yeah. i’ll come back later.”

haechan knowingly holds your thighs spread as you instinctively try to shut them, wanting to keep the sight of you on display even if it embarrasses you. “don’t go. stay for the show,” haechan says, nails digging almost painfully into your thighs.

mark hesitates. what haechan does, especially in his own personally allotted free time, is none of his business, after all. but if he wants him to stay, then… “okay,” mark murmurs, reluctant.

“haechan,” you whimper quietly, looking anywhere but mark’s eyes in fear of judgement.

“shh, baby,” haechan whispers, tenderly brushing his fingers through your hair. “don’t be mean to mark, he’s my friend. he deserves a little love, too. i’ll give you what you want in a minute. just be a good girl and be patient for me, okay?”

your cheeks are burning. your heart is thudding. your thoughts are whirling. but what haechan wants, haechan gets. so you nod and whimper, “okay, haechan,” placing the toothbrush back between your fingers.

[dazedhyu]

hi hi hi can you plz do mean dom haechan, like evil as fuck saying the nastiest shit and giving you no say in anything while he fully takes advantage of you

content warnings mean dom!haechan, noncon, dollification, public sex, cockwarming, fingering, pet names (doll), exhibitionism, he is controlling and sort of (very) terrible

don’t like it? don’t read it!

to outsiders, it seemed cute how much haechan doted on you and called you pretty names like doll. and at first, you thought so too. it was adorable to you that your boyfriend wanted to help you pick out your clothes, suggesting ways to wear your hair and makeup, how he’d say you’re his pretty little doll.

but somewhere along the way, that developed into something a bit…more.

you aren’t exactly sure when it changed, but his behavior became a little less doting and a little more controlling in private. every time you were to go out, haechan would need to approve your outfit, if not pick it out himself. it didn’t matter how you felt about it, if he wanted you to wear it, you were going to wear it. he needed to have the final say in everything, all the way down to the under garments you wore.

to everyone else, doll was a cute petname to have as his girlfriend. to you, you knew that it was the truth.

haechan saw you as his doll, his little plaything. he could dress you up however he wanted and you’d do as he says. and when he’s feeling particularly sinister, he could touch you whenever and wherever.

more often than not, he’d have you dressed up in a cute little dress or a skirt that he can easily slip his hand underneath. and it’s no use in fighting him, because you know he’ll always have the upper hand. so you just let him. he’d slip his fingers beneath your skirt, into your panties while sitting at a dinner table with your friends. he’d whisper in your ear about how you belong to him, he can touch you whenever he wants and how your sweet little pussy is always so warm and tight for him. he’d tell you not to moan—“don’t get us caught,” he’d tell you. “fuck toys aren’t supposed to make noise.”

and sometimes, he’d love to have you in his lap. your pretty little dress would conceal the way his cock is buried deep in your pussy. “fuck, tight little cunt squeezing my cock so much, doll. you like that?”

you didn’t dare move. dolls don’t move. dolls are pliant, still, letting their owners control them. so you would sit there, looking at all of the oblivious faces of your friends and strangers in the bar, completely unaware of the way haechan was bouncing his legs just right in order to move you on his cock in a way that doesn’t raise any suspicions.

even as he grinds you down on his cock with purpose, cumming deep inside your dollcunt, you don’t say or do anything. you know that in the end, he’d do what he wanted anyway. you are his doll, his plaything, his fuck toy, and he makes sure that you know your place. whether it’s by actions or words, he always makes sure to remind you that you belong to him.

[dazedhyu]

127 today... pray for me

[dazedhyu]

Riding haechan after concert when he's all hot and sweaty (+ kissing his moles)

haechan x reader. smut drabble.

leaned back in his chair, haechan took in your exposed body as you took over his lap. placing his hands on your hips, he guided you as you rolled your hips on him, his eyes sparkling as he watched your fucked expression.

his white button was now completely unbuttoned, letting his chest be out and exposed to you. his pants were pooled around his ankles while he had completely undressed you, wanting to see all of you. haechan’s sweat collected over his collarbone, sweat from both the concert he had just finished and from the heat of both your bodies. sweat ran down his temple as his warm hand held your waist. you open your eyes to look at him, noticing the way is eyes were half closed as he watched, a smirk on his face. you whined, placing a hand onto his hot skin.

“hyuck,” you say, leaning into him.

“what, baby?” haechan asks, grabbing your hand from off his chest and kissing your palm, “howre you feeling?”

you don’t say anything, too focused on the feeling of him inside of you. leaning into him, you place your lips to the side of his face, kissing the moles of his inner cheek first before making your way all the way up to his temple. haechan moans as you take your mouth up to ear, letting out soft moans as you continue to roll onto his lap. your gesture is so intimate, making feel like he’s losing his mind.

no longer content with staying still and letting you do all the work, haechan thrusts his hips into you, causing you to lean further into him and gasp.

“fuck, baby,” haechan whispers into your ear, easily slipping his way in and out of you. “you’re so wet for me, pretty girl.”

you attach your lips to his hot, sweaty neck, an attempt to stop yourself from being so loud. everyone was in the room next to you while you and haechan hid away in one of the unused dressing rooms. wanting to hear you, haechan grabs your chin, position your face right in front of him.

“look at me,” he says, quickening his pace to watch your face change, “let me hear you.”

you let out a whimper, feeling up his chest. haechan lets his other hand reach for your exposed chest as he massages your breast. before you can let out another sound, he brings your face towards him, swallowing your moans through a kiss. his hands find your hips again, slamming you down onto him as his hips continued ramming into you. his tongue meets your as he continues to feel you up, only pulling away to watch your chest bounce at his movements. he throws his head back at the sight, groaning.

“so good for me, angel.”

this time, you bring your face right into his, letting both your noses touch. you feel him twitch inside of you, knowing he was close to finishing. loving the look his eyes as he lost himself in feeling. you kiss the mole closets to his eye. haechan’s heart tightens at your action, now feeling lost both in pleasure and his love for you.

“please, baby,” you say, not breaking eye contact, “fill me up.”

it only takes haechan to move his hips forward for a few more seconds before he releases, his hips pressed as far as they could go into you. his grip on you tightens as he closes his eyes and buries his hand into your neck, moaning your name. you let your hand come up into his hair, kissing the top of his head. haechan pulls his back to look at you, his eyes now glossed over.

“my pretty girl.”

[dazedhyu]

breeding and bumps. p.js

mdni + nsfw. dubcon breeding (jisung lies abt using a condom) aka jisung can’t help himself. like, it’s not his fault raw feels so good.

oh– fuuuck, jisung whines, swears slipping freely from his lips, ‘s just the tip, but your pussy’s clenching around him so tight, just having him raw for the first time,, sticky mess of your arousal slick coating his hard length, dark pink flushed tip barely past your drooling folds and he can barely move, a glisten of sweat on his pretty face, sungie, more, more, you pout, pretty eyes looking up at him so desperately, feels different, better than usual, but fuck, jisung feels his sanity lessening with every inch he fills you with, it’s all you he’s feeling, no useless 0.2 mm rubber barrier, so warm and wet, sucking him in your gushy cunt and it feels a little too good, why’d he even use condoms in the first place?

oh yeah. ‘cause you’re not on birth control. did you know he lied about wearing a condom?

still, it doesn’t stop him,, distracted by the stretch as jisung bottoms out, panting desperately into the crook of your neck as he laces your skin with sloppy hickeys, sucking dark bruises as your nails scratch red marks down his back, messy thrusts and clumsy fucking, lewd slaps of skin on skin so loud. and when you whimper his name, begging him for more… he can forget the little bit of guilt h has for lying.

ngh– ‘m sorry– jisung moans, unable to control himself as he cums, warm cream filling your insides, his raspy voice mumbling incoherent apologies cause he knows he wasn’t supposed to,, but fuck, feels so heavenly, pussy milking his cock of every drop of cum, like your pretty body needs him, desperate to do what it was made for,, fuck, jisung can just feel it, the way your pussy’s full of him as his hips slowly thrust into yours, now that it’s done, might as well make sure you’re completely his, make sure his cream’s deep in you, breed you up, hmm?

sungie, you whimper, you can’t.. but your body’s just so needy for him, isn’t it? cause all you can think about is being his, how good it feels to be bred so full,, oh, losing coherent thought. and jisung swears he has heart eyes, looking down at the mess he’s made of you, bedsheets stained with his cum as it drips out around the base of his cock, a sticky mess of cum and arousal glistening on your swollen folds, stretched out around his length,,

his finger wiping away the string of spit on your lower lip, until his gaze lands on the little bulge in your tummy, the imprint of his dick deep inside, so deep it makes you look so small and stuffed full,, and jisung feels like he’s fallen in love all over again, your whimpers so cute to his ears as he presses your tummy in with his fingertip,, tracing the little bulge,, but what if it was a little bump? a bump made by being bred by him. not like it could happen,,, but now, jisung wants it.

you’ll forgive him, won’t you?

not proofread bc i’m tired and it’s too early for this lol

[dazedhyu]

dirty girl. l.hc

(nsfw + mdni) dubcon/noncon elements

hyuckie, his name mumbled into kisses, pressed up to every inch of him when you’re straddling his lap, making out at some godforsaken hour, his pretty lips slick with your spit, one hand resting on your hip where your shirt has ridden up, perched on top and all over him as he leans back, legs spread comfortably. and fuck, it’s like you’re pretending that his fat bulge isn’t straining against his sweats, your clothed pussy pressed to him through the layer of flimsy fabric. your pretty lips clumsily moving against his, fuck, you couldn’t possibly only want kisses when you’re practically rutting against his hard on.

but your words say otherwise, hyuck, i— i don’t know, your whine pitching in confusion, when his hand cups your clothed pussy, drool smeared across your lips as you pull away, only for his hold on your waist to tighten, locking you in close without an escape, flinching at the feeling on his palm pressing into your panties. and maybe he’s never fucked you before, but you’re lying, your panties soaked in his palm of his hand, fuck, he’s so fucking hard, surely you can tell, humping him like a dog in heat from just kisses?

come on, baby, haechan whispers, licking his bottom lip enticingly, i know you want it, deftly slipping a finger in, cold against your warm, wet folds, as your gasps cry out, only for your cries to be muffled by rough kisses, trapped in his lap as your breath is stolen harshly, your eyes clenched shut at the foreign sensation of his fingers rubbing your folds, pushing in with slick sounds of your arousal, fuck, you feel untouched, the way your pussy clenches and throbs around his fingers, a dripping mess all over his hand. your hands grasping at his shoulders, slipping against his loose t shirt, what cute muffled noises you make, and he’s only at two fingers, your resistance weakening as he curls his fingers deeper in your pussy, lewd squelches of arousal as it coats his hand, heat spreading beneath your skin as an unfamiliar sensation knots in your stomach, clinging to him and panting like a pet as haechan coerces an orgasm out of you, made such an embarrassing mess for a virgin, didn’t you?

his hands dripping with slick, chest heaving for breaths and he’s so unfazed, amused even,, especially when he’s ruined you, clothes rumpled and hair messy, lips swollen and bitten reddish, unable to catch your breath even as his fingers pull out, sticky mess coating his palm, pretty tears welling up in your dazed eyes, his wet hand grasping your chin and forcing you to look at haechan straight in the eyes. who knew you were such a dirty girl?

this one has been in drafts too long lol idk if i feel like making it longer atp

[dazedhyu]

more pervy bf jisung plss🙏🏻 I live for that

store policy. p.js

(nsfw + mdni) pervy bf and a changing room? yes please. not proofread btw

it’s been five minutes, and jisung’s not quite sure if his waistband tuck is going to do it for him anymore. like, raging boner kind of boner. and it’s really not his fault. sort of. but as he wipes his sweaty palms down his pants, he knows it deep down. he’s such a pervert. and it’s becoming a problem every time you’re around.

it’s everything about you that drives him mad, so insanely lustful his face blushes cherry red, blood rushing south as his hands sweat trying to hold back his own desires. and he got here five minutes ago, cluelessly following your text instructions to meet up at some trendy clothing store, feeling so out of place as he wandered to the back where the changing rooms were. he sat down for five minutes, and now, jisung’s fucked.

“ji, what do you think?” you ask, biting your lip in thought, twisting around to get a better look at the rather minuscule skirt, unknowingly giving your poor boyfriend a more than generous view of your panties, flimsy fabric tight against the curve of your cute ass, and just for a moment, jisung swears he can see the outline of your intimate skin, sending him down a mental spiral as he tries to avoid looking too closely,, dirty mind already out of his control.

imagining the way he could rip those flimsy, useless panties away, tie the torn fabric around your wrists… his hands filled with the plush of your thighs, whimpering his name, “ji, ji, ji—!”and then the illusion breaks, and he’s blankly staring at a wall as you tap his shoulder. “are you paying attention?” you pout, as jisung fumbles for a coherent thought. “oh— um, yeah, it’s nice—“ he nods, the dirty feeling of shame already washing over him as he silently swears at himself, keep it together—! you haven’t been dating long enough that he’d like to admit… to being a huge pervert.

well, if he says so, you’re pleased. and so it continues, a try on and your boyfriend seemingly zoning out, only to pop back into reality with a tap to the shoulder, flustered reply, and an awkward cough. he’s blushing rather red. maybe because he’s the only boy in the store? you glance around, but the store has mostly cleared out from the afternoon rush, with workers staring at the clock as it nears closing. “one more, then we can check out?” you ask, and jisung gives an absent minded nod, looking shyer than ever, his long legs uncomfortably crossed as he plays with a loose string on the bench cushion.

god, he’s going to lose it. his lower lip chewed raw, long legs really trying to cover up his unbearably obvious bulge, at this rate, jisung’s not even sure if he can drive you home without at least an emergency jerk off. and while he knows you’d probably want to help him, it would just be so embarrassing, a boner just from clothes? what a loser.

“jisung, can you help me? hurry!” you call, causing his heart to rapidly race several beats too fast. just… don’t be a pervert about it—! “i– okay, baby.” tugging the changing room curtain aside, his tall frame vanishing behind it for a moment before you’ve teasingly trapped him against the wall, dress half zipped up in the back, enticingly hanging off your back as your fingers reach down, tracing the rather prominent bulge in his pants. “i— it’s not what it looks lik— you didn’t want to tell me?” you giggle, your tall, broad shouldered boyfriend completely wrapped around your finger as jisung blushes, his ears flushed as he stifles a moan, the slow, quiet drag of his zipper gliding down as you tug the zip, painfully stiff cock barely held by his boxers, a wet stain darkening a spot of fabric. “ji, if you wanted to fuck me, you can always say so,” you whisper, grasping the collar of his shirt to tug him lower, “i want you, too.”

your fingers slipping down, wrapping around the width of his cock, thumb pressed against a prominent vein as you slowly pump his length, his pretty lips parting as pants slip out, almost begging for a kiss as his hazy eyes meet yours. languid, sloppy kisses, his hips rutting into your hand, his tall frame awkwardly leaned over yours as jisung relaxes with your touch, so pent up it barely takes anything for his whimpering pants to morph into his pretty, needy moans, sticky cum spurting over your fingers and on the hem of the dress, creamy white ropes of seed making such a mess…

“not gonna give me any?” you whine, licking your fingers, god, he’s so weak to everything, jisung’s needy hands clumsily pushing you into the wall, bent over at a perfect angle for him, his words almost slurred in his lusty daze, “please,,,?” and who are you to say no… he’s so pretty like this, his shirt sticking to his skin, pants unzipped and his heavy, pale cock flushed pink at the tip, seeping cum, face flushed like a drunk man (well…) parted lips and chest heaving with breaths, god, he’s so— “fuck me please, sungie.”

muffled cries barely audible through his hand, wrapped ‘round your lips, lewd, slaps of skin on skin, clothes rustling in such obvious noise, jisung’s face buried in the crook of your neck as his free hand grasps at every inch of you, your waist, hips, trying to keep a coherent hold on reality, heated pants hot on your skin, burning through your collarbones as your pulse races beneath his lips, god, what a mess, scent of sex so heavy in the air…

but neither of you could care less, what, so full of cock you can’t think, jisung so pussy drunk he can barely manage coherent words, like a crushed butterfly, makeup and hair all ruined as his rough pace messily slams into your pussy, sticky with smeared cum and arousal, so dirty, aren’t you? ‘s only until he’s stuffed you full, whimpering mindlessly as hot cream fills you up, jisung becomes even clingier, every inch of his body pressed to yours, breath hitching, feels so good to be milked of his cum, hmm? oh, it’s such a mess… all you can manage to say is his name,, about to until an untimely knock comes against the side.

“excuse me… i’m afraid we will have to ask you to leave for… violating store policy.”

[dazedhyu]

— sex advice

▸ 18+ mdni.

you have an obvious crush on your tutor, chenle, and he takes advantage of your feelings for him when you innocently ask him for sex advice.

| pairing. tutor!chenle x fem!reader

| warnings. heavy dubcon, chenle's an asshole, manipulation, choking, spit kink, unprotected sex, degradation, loss of virginity, innocent!reader.

| wc. 2.8k

⤷ part of my 1k event.

the library is mostly silent apart from the occasional whispers of other students and the sound of fingers typing on keyboards. it’s almost become a daily occurrence for you to be here, to be sitting at the exact same table at the far back of the library, hidden behind multiple rows of books. 

it’s embarrassing to admit, but you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for your low gpa… and the few classes you’re failing. it’s not on purpose, of course, but you don’t have the longest span of attention. it’s quite short, in fact. 

you were desperate for good grades and your friends suggested to ask someone to tutor you. you were reluctant at first, way too shy to ask anyone for help, but as the C’s and D’s kept coming in, you had no other choice. 

“that’s gonna be all for today,” chenle announces, a heavy thud resonating as he closes his textbook. he turns to look at you and you bob your head, showing that you understand. he watches you wordlessly for a long second, eyeing you down. “you did great,” he says and your eyes slightly widen at the compliment. 

“really?” you ask in a small voice. 

he nods curtly, looking back up at you. “yeah. you understood everything quite well, you were even able to do all the exercises without my help.”

you can’t help but feel your stomach flutter at his words. you’re surprised you performed well today because all you remember doing was staring at the way his hand gripped his pen as he wrote down the exercises and his lips parting as he explained them to you. 

“thank you,” you mumble, a timid smile drawing on your face. 

“you earned a reward, don’t you think?” chenle says, watching you eagerly bounce your head immediately after. “come closer,” he instructs and you do just as he says, dragging your chair closer to his. 

when he deems you close enough, he takes a hold of your jaw, tilting your chin upward. he hovers just above you, his breath fanning across your face as he tells you to open your mouth. 

you part your lips and you whimper when his spit lands on your tongue. you shut your mouth, and chenle doesn’t even have to remind you to swallow it before you do. 

the faintest grin tugs on his lips, passing the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. you look at him like a desperate little puppy, frowning and pouting. if only he’d go further than that…

“such a good girl,” he purrs. 

you feel a little giddy as he retrieves back his hand and you start rubbing your thighs together, feeling a wave of heat travel down to your core. you bite down into your lip, already missing chenle’s touch. 

“you should pack up our stuff now,” he then instructs, leaning back against his chair, passing his fingers through his hair. 

you get up and collect all of the things scattered on the table, his expectant eyes following each one of your movements making you a little nervous. you slip his textbook into his backpack as well as his pencil case and laptop. once you’re done, you zip up your bag, putting the strap over your shoulder. 

you scurry behind chenle as he walks to the exit, struggling to pick up with his pace. he stops before reaching the door, turning back to you. 

“i’ll see you next week.” he takes his backpack from your hands, pulling his car keys out of his pocket. “keep on with the good work, yeah?” 

you dumbly nod your head as you watch him pushing open the door of the library, and you stand there uselessly, trying to ignore the wetness in your panties. 

—-

“i’m sorry,” you apologize bashfully, hurriedly putting your books down and getting your coat off your shoulders. 

chenle watches you closely, clearly annoyed, his tongue pushing against his inner cheek. you sit down panting, brushing your fingers through your hair, wanting to look presentable as you finally face him. 

“i wanted to get here early, but i left my books at home, so i had to go pick them up… then my car got stuck in the snow,” you explain, trying to make him understand that it was really not intentional. you let out a chuckle to ease up the mood, but chenle doesn’t seem to find it funny. 

“you could’ve just borrowed one from here,” he sighs. 

you feel stupid for not having thought of that. you look down at your lap as your face burns in embarrassment. 

“i know you’re not the smartest, but you could’ve avoided all this unnecessary trouble…” his voice is firm, almost condescending. “...if you just had thought about it for a little longer.”

after a second of heavy silence with just him staring you down and you avoiding his gaze, he shrugs, turning to open his book.

“let’s continue from where we left off.” 

you listen to chenle and everything goes well, you’d say, except for the few times he has to correct you on your answers. this chapter seems a little bit more difficult, but it’s probably due to your racing thoughts. you don’t mean to get lost in your mind every now and then, but the tight knot you felt at the bottom of your stomach when chenle was scolding you is still very much present. 

you nod at each one of his explanations, scolding yourself mentally when you focus too long on his hands or face. he hums approvingly when you get the right answers and when you summarize what you understood. 

it feels good to have his approval after you quite clearly disappointed him. 

“how much did you get on your last test?”

you stop writing, glancing up from your sheet of paper. you meet chenle’s gaze and register his question; you did mention to him last time that you had a test, still waiting on its result. 

“uh, i got a B-,” you reply, nibbling down on your bottom lip as you study his expression. it doesn’t change much, doesn’t even lift up or falter. 

“that’s great. good job.” he nods in acknowledgement and you mumble a quiet ‘thank you’ in return. 

you wonder for a moment if he will give you a reward for it, but he doesn’t say anything else, so you go back to your sheet of paper. you try to continue the exercise and you find yourself unable to get back into it. you’re just too distracted. 

chenle quickly catches on it. “what’s the problem?” he questions, raising his eyebrows quizzically at you. 

you open your mouth and close it, not sure how you should address this. should you even share it with him in the first place?

you’ve been thinking about it a lot, and you don’t know for how long you can keep it to yourself. it might as well slip off your lips one day.

you eventually sigh, tilting your head toward him. “... please, promise you won’t judge me?” 

chenle is intrigued now. what could you be worrying your little head about? “i promise,” he says and you think he sounds truthful. 

“okay, um…” you take a deep breath, not knowing where to look, opting for your lap as usual. “i’m not sure how to say this, but…” you begin to mumble, shifting in your seat, chenle’s eyes never leaving you, “i was wondering if you could help me with something else.”

he arches a brow, the corner of his lips tugging upward into a playful smirk, your shyness amusing him. “and what is it?” he asks. 

“i- i’ve never had sex before, and… i know you have a lot of experience,” you bluntly admit, already feeling your cheeks getting warmer. “so i wanted to know if you’d accept to help me… with that.”

you almost deflate in your chair when you hear chenle’s laughter, slowly turning your head to see him smiling, chest heaving at each one of his laughs. 

you wish you could bury yourself six feet underground. why did you say that? you should have just shut it. you’re so dumb. so stupid.

his laugh eventually fades, sighing softly. you bite the inside of your cheek, holding back your tears, but your eyes shoot up when a sound of agreement escapes his mouth. 

“sure,” he shrugs, “i guess i can give you a hand with that, too.”

you gratefully pack his things when the time comes, feeling like there’s a weight off your shoulders. you really thought it was a silly idea—a perverted one, too—but your relationship with chenle isn’t what you could call ordinary… 

“aren’t you forgetting something?” he calls after you before you can leave, halting your steps as he approaches you. you look at him with wide eyes and he only smiles, grabbing your chin. “open,” he orders and you do so. 

you’re surprised when he slips two of his fingers inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. you close your lips around him, but he tuts, making you open your mouth again. he spreads his fingers apart, one on each side of your tongue, and he leans down over you, collecting saliva in his mouth. he purses his lips and lets his spit fall into your mouth. 

you gladly accept it and swallow it once he has removed his fingers. he wipes his digits over your pants in two motions, looking at you one last time with a grin on his face before walking away. 

your hand clenches around the strap of your bag thinking about what happened and what will happen. your crush on him is really innocent, it was never supposed to be more, but the fact he agreed to your request, makes you think that maybe it can go further than just him being your tutor. 

—-

“... and that’s my room,” you announce, stepping aside to let chenle in. 

your teeth sink into your lip as he looks around, seeing the many plushies decorating your bed and dresser, your beauty products organized on your desk amongst the school supplies. his eyes go over your entire room, noting the overly feminine aesthetic of it. 

you play with your fingers as chenle walks over to your dresser with hands in pockets, not really knowing what to do or say now that he’s here. you curse yourself mentally, thinking that you should have never proposed that. 

he grabs a baby blue dolphin plushie off the dresser, turning it around to inspect it, finding the pink ribbon tied in a bow around its neck cute. he puts it back down, finally facing you, still standing in the same spot as earlier. 

“kinda childish,” he observes, “but it fits you.” 

you’re not sure if it’s meant to be a compliment, but you nonetheless thank him in a small voice and he smiles in return. 

he glances at your bed and decides to take a seat on it, the mattress dipping under his weight. you take hesitant steps toward him and he follows you with his gaze, seeming almost malicious.

“so, um… how do we do this?”

he gestures to you with a nod of his head, making place for you on the bed. “come here.”

you execute yourself and sit down, turning your torso toward him. he shifts closer, placing a hand on the back of your neck and bringing your lips to his. it’s slow and gentle at first and you find yourself leaning into the kiss, moving your lips over his, even though you don’t really know what you’re doing. 

chenle pulls back and you can see his lips shining in both of your spit, making you want more of him. “this was your first kiss, wasn’t it?” he lightly chuckles and you give him a shy nod. “i could tell… it felt like kissing a dog,” he snorts.

you gulp, blood rushing to your cheeks. “i’m sorry,” you apologize, voice low, a little shameful.

he only hums in response, his eyes going down to your pouty lips. he then brings you back to him, but this time, he takes full control of your mouth and you have a hard time following him. he kisses you expertly, taking your breath away. 

but you squeak when he traps your lip between his teeth, biting down hard. he lets go of you as you flinch away, looking at him with a frown, but he just stares back at you blankly. you can feel the trace of his teeth inside your mouth when you pass the tip of your tongue over it. 

“chenle…” 

he rolls his eyes at your whine. “if you back away from a simple kiss, how do you expect me to teach you anything?” he scolds. 

he’s right. it’s only the beginning and you’re already acting like a coward. chenle is way more experienced than you, you know you have to listen to him, but was the bite necessary?

you scoot back to him and your knee knocks into his. chenle seems impatient now, taking a hold of your neck again. he crashes his mouth on yours and you moan at the clash of your teeth. he brings you down to the mattress, hovering over you. 

your hands fly to his t-shirt, twisting the hem between your fingers. his palm moves to your throat and his other hand pins your hips down, fitting himself between your legs. you feel his bulge rubbing against your clothed pussy and the temperature of your room suddenly rises up. 

chenle breaks the kiss and backs away a little to be able to lock eyes with you. you’re breathless already, mouth agape and lips all swollen. 

his hand that was on your hip slides down your stomach, fingers sneaking under the band of your leggings. you gasp when his rough fingertips come directly in contact with your bare folds that are, without surprise, sticky with your arousal. 

“virgins are always so wet,” he almost growls and the look in his eyes takes you aback. chenle seems… hungry, his pupils totally dilated. “and you’re fucking soaking just from that little kiss.”

chenle pinches your clit between his thumb and forefinger and you flinch from the sudden sting. the pain fades away as he rubs circles on you, the pleasure quickly building up in you. you can’t help but let out a small gasp. 

“you don’t even need prep… i bet that hole is already all nice and wet for me,” he says, accelerating the pace of his fingers. the coil at the pit of your stomach tightens and you feel your orgasm approaching really fast. 

he watches your brows knitting together as you buck your hips against his hand, hands and legs shaking, shocks of pleasure passing through your body. 

his hand leaves your panties after that and you’ve barely recovered from your high that he moves you to the middle of the bed, flipping you on your stomach. his movements are fast and chenle doesn’t waste any time. you don’t like how he’s treating you, and you’re confused by his rough behaviour. this was supposed to be helping, not… degrading. 

“chenle, this isn’t… i don’t-” you stop in the middle of your sentence, fear settling in you as he grabs a fistful of your hair and lifts your head up, his mouth right beside your ear.

“you’re a good girl, right?” he asks and you frown, your pout deepening. “you let me handle it. you’re too fucking dumb to do anything useful anyway.” his voice is stern and cold. it’s not like he’s never spoken to you like this before, but right now it hurts. has chenle thought so lowly of you all this time?

you feel tears kissing your eyes, gasping as he pulls your leggings down your thighs along with your panties, exposing your private parts to him. you feel the air hitting your bare skin and goosebumps travel your skin. 

you look over your shoulder and you get the glimpse of him fumbling with the belt of his pants, dragging his zipper down. he hooks his thumbs under his briefs and tugs them down, freeing his hard cock out. your breath itches in your throat when he pushes at your entrance, and even though you’re covered in your slicks, you still feel a burning pain at the intrusion of his length inside of you. 

“it hurts, please, chenle…”

he doesn’t respond, focusing on your pussy literally sucking him in, gritting his teeth as he thrusts all the way in. you’re so tight he can’t even breathe. 

he leans over you, his chest flushed to your back. his fist clenches around your hair, shoving your head into your pillows, some of the stuffed animals on your bed falling to the side, others hitting the floor.

“pleasure comes with pain, baby,” he whispers, “get used to it.”

[dazedhyu]

── .✦ technically... he found your inner self

park jisung x fem!reader

𓂃 ࣪˖ summary: a bad decision about something that was supposed to be fun led your boyfriend to deal with things with his very own hands (quite literally) 𓂃 ࣪˖ cw: smut, public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, pet names. 𓂃 ࣪˖ a/n: errmm... so, i'm kinda busy with college right now, but i'm working on your requests, wait for me! ANYWAYS, ENJOY, FRIENDS!!!!!!!

You know those videos where Haechan drags Jisung around, and he just follows without complaining? That’s exactly how Jisung is with you.

If you wanted to do something, he’d do it with you—no matter if he wasn’t particularly excited or didn’t want to. He just liked seeing you happy. That’s why he let you drag him to all sorts of things—spontaneous late-night drives, random cooking challenges that always ended in a mess, even that one pottery class where he nearly destroyed his clay piece within the first five minutes.

And that’s also why he was okay with you bringing him to this stupid spiritual retreat, just because you thought it would be fun, even though he knew you wouldn't last too long without at least a small dose of internet to keep your brain entertained.

“Baby, can you please stay still?” Jisung whispered in your ear as you kept shifting around on the futon, trying not to wake up the other people in the room.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered back. “I’m feeling too… energized.”

It was another day of connecting with nature, finding your inner peace, and listening to the guru drone on about vague spiritual nonsense during the morning classes.

You needed to do something that actually made you feel active. It was unbearable to end the day without exhausting yourself. You couldn’t find the urge to sleep, unlike your boyfriend, who seemed to have no problem with it.

“We didn’t do anything again, and we still have three more days of this,” you complained, tossing and turning. The room was faintly illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the thin curtains of the large window.

Jisung sighed, rubbing his face before turning onto his side to look at you. "You're the one who dragged us here," he reminded you, voice groggy with sleep. "And now you're complaining?"

You huffed, staring up at the ceiling. "I thought it would be fun! I didn't think we'd just sit around all day listening to some old guy talk about breathing."

Jisung snorted. "That's literally what a retreat is."

You turned your head to glare at him in the dim light. "Well, I regret it."

He chuckled softly. "I knew you would," he murmured, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you firmly against him, his face burying into the curve of your neck. "I think I can help with that, baby.”

You blinked, feeling the warmth of his breath tickling your skin. “Oh? And how exactly do you plan on doing that?” you asked, a playful lilt to your voice.

Jisung hummed, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck. “Well, if you can’t tire yourself out, I guess I’ll just have to do it for you.” His voice was low, teasing, but there was something in his tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

His hand slipped under your shirt, warm fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over your belly.

"Okay, I know what you're thinking," you began, voice hushed but firm. "Absolutely not. There are people in the room."

Jisung only chuckled, his breath fanning against your skin. "Then you just need to be quiet," he murmured, his hand drifting lower, fingers teasing at the waistband of your shorts.

Before you could even think about wriggling away to stop him, his other arm slid beneath you, holding you firmly in place as he pressed another lingering kiss just below your ear.

"Jisung…" you warned, trying to sound firm, though the heat pooling between your legs betrayed you.

"Just be quiet and enjoy," he murmured, his hand slipping under your shorts, fingers gliding over your slick folds, making your breath hitch. "No panties, hm?" he mused, his voice dripping with amusement as he traced slow, teasing circles. "Were you waiting for this?"

He nipped at your earlobe, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine as you pressed your lips together, trying to suppress a gasp.

He didn’t hesitate, slipping two fingers inside you at once, your slickness making the intrusion effortless. The sudden stretch had a moan slipping past your lips before you could stop it, and you hurriedly clapped a hand over your mouth, heart pounding as you glanced at the other couples sleeping just a few feet away.

“I told you to be quiet,” he nuzzled his nose against your neck affectionately, his words carrying both amusement and a hint of warning.

"I'm sorry," you mewled softly, your voice barely above a whisper as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady, delicious pace. The heel of his palm pressed against your clit with each movement, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Instinctively, you parted your legs just a little more, giving him better access, he took full advantage of it, a satisfied hum leaving his lips as he quickened his pace.

"Spreading your legs so easily for me… you must’ve really wanted this, huh?” he chuckled, amusement laced in his voice. "Bet you’ve been thinking about this the whole time we’ve been here,” his words sent a rush of heat straight to your core, making you whimper softly against your palm. “Poor thing… should’ve told me sooner. I would’ve had you crying on my fingers hours ago.”

His fingers moved with purpose now, curling perfectly inside you, pressing against that spot that made your toes curl. “You’re so mean,” you managed to whisper, your voice breathless as you tried to glare at him over your shoulder.

Jisung only chuckled again, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “And yet you’re squeezing around me like you love it,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

He rubbed his fingers against your gummy walls, feeling the tightness, the heat, as he slowly scissored them apart—just enough to stretch you without overwhelming you. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in slow, steady circles, giving it the attention it desperately needed. You didn’t know how you were managing to stay quiet, but somehow, your moans came out soft, muffled, barely escaping your lips as your body trembled beneath his touch.

He smiled lazily at your restraint, admiring how well you held yourself together—it was cute, how you were trying to stay quiet, even as your body betrayed you. His long fingers moved in perfect sync, thrusting deep into you, rubbing against that sensitive spot inside while his thumb expertly flicked against your clit, giving you equal pleasure.

You were getting so close, the pressure building with each motion, your body trembling with need. You pushed your hips down to meet his thrusts, chasing your climax as your breath quickened, desperate to release the tension he was expertly drawing out of you.

“I know you want to come,” he smiled, his thumb flicking faster against your clit. “Go ahead and let go. You can’t hold back much longer, can you?”

The knot forming in your core suddenly untied, and with a soft, desperate whimper, you came undone. Your body spasmed slightly at the feeling, milking his fingers as they continued to move inside you, coaxing every last bit of release from you.

“That was good,” you whispered breathlessly, gulping as you glanced around the room to make sure no one had heard you. The soft, lingering aftershocks of your release still made your body tremble, but you almost didn’t notice when he gently grabbed your leg, pulling it over him. He was still spooning you, his chest pressed to your back, his warmth surrounding you as he held you close.

“Jisung?” You raised your brows lightly in confusion, your voice soft, but the sound of his name still carried an edge of uncertainty. He simply hummed in response, his hand gently brushing the tip of his cock against your glistening pussy, making you gasp softly. When had he pulled his pants down? “Baby, we already—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, his voice low and insistent, as he rubbed his length against your clit, teasing you. The friction sent a jolt of sensitivity through your body, and you could barely contain the moan that escaped your lips. Your body was still so sensitive from your last orgasm. “I told you to be quiet and enjoy,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “I’m helping you, remember?”

You didn’t even have a chance to respond before he slid his hard cock inside you, the motion effortless as you were already a mess, so ready for him. The sensation of him filling you, stretching you to the brim, made you cry out his name, and a soft, relieved sigh left his lips in response.

“You can’t stay quiet like that, can you?” he teased, his voice low and commanding. “I’ll help you, sweetie.” Without waiting for a response, he pushed his fingers into your mouth, silencing you, while his hips began to move at a slow pace.

He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he continued to fuck you slowly, pressing his fingers against your tongue to make sure you stayed silent. His other arm held you close, locking you in place. There was no rush from him, just steady, deep thrusts that made you feel weightless, like you were melting beneath him. You couldn’t help but drool on his finger as your muffled moans escaped, barely audible to him, each movement of his pushing you closer to the edge once again.

The slow pace made your body burn with need, every inch of him stretching you as you clenched around him, desperate for more. He felt the way your hips bucked against his, silently begging for something faster, but he just held you in place, his grip firm yet loving.

“Just let me take care of you,” he cooed, his palm gliding over your belly in a slow, affectionate caress. He pressed down just enough to make you feel every inch of him buried inside, the pressure almost making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. Your thighs trembled, your walls gripping him tighter in response.

“Just like that,” he hummed in approval, and as he felt the way you sucked on his fingers. His hand drifted from your stomach back down to your clit, pinching it roughly—just enough to make you jolt—before soothing the sting with slow, firm rubs, keeping you right where he wanted you.

His movements remained slow, deep and unrelenting, pushing into you with precision, making sure you felt every inch of him. His fingers on your clit moved faster, the pleasure teetering on the edge of overwhelming. “Come on, baby, give me another,” he coaxed, his breath hot against your ear. “I know you can.”

The overstimulation was too much, the combination of his words, his deep thrusts, and the relentless attention to your clit sending you spiraling. Your body tensed, your walls clamping down around him as you came again, legs shaking in his hold.

“That’s it,” he cooed, pulling his fingers from your mouth, a thin string of saliva breaking as he did. His hand trailed down, gripping your thigh and caressing the soft skin on the inside, his touch gentle in contrast to the deep, slow thrusts he used to fuck you through your high, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure.

“So good for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice warm with praise as he turned your face toward him. His lips met yours in a soft, unhurried kiss, slow and deep, just like the way he had just fucked you.

As he pulled away from the kiss, your breath was still uneven, your chest rising and falling as you tried to steady yourself. He pressed a few soft kisses against your cheeks, grounding you, until your breathing slowly returned to normal. Then, with a satisfied sigh, you melted against him, snuggling closer as he wrapped his arms around you, adjusting the blankets over both of you. His touch had done more than just soothe you, now, you were fighting off a yawn.

“You should replace that fake guru,” you murmured sleepily, your voice laced with drowsy amusement.

He chuckled, pulling you even closer. “Are you saying I should fuck everyone who signs up for this useless retreat?”

“…Never mind.”

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Backseat 𓂃 🌹 sjn

:¨ ·.· ¨: paring ー fwb!johnny x fem!reader

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ warnings : slow(ish) burn, fwb to lovers, very little angst, smut, johnny spoils tf out of you, unprotected car sex (WRAP IT UP!), pet names (baby, doll, pretty, etc), grinding, riding / cowgirl, i'm probably missing a few oh well :p

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ authors note >< : valentines day posttt hehe :3 i saw this edit and knew i needed to write something car related w johnny... ENJOY & HAPPY (LATE, im sorry!!😭😭) VALENTINES DAY!! this lowk isnt my fav.. i kept procrastinating posting but theres such a lack of johnny fics on here i need to bless my fellow johfam 💗. Pls trust the next fic that comes out will be very delicious u guys r gonna love it mwuahahaha (๑>◡<๑) this was proofread at like 4am pls ignore spelling mistakes..

Things were always just meant to be casual. Sure, it wasn't too casual to fuck on a regular basis or talk to each other the way you do, but you always felt a little bad for keeping him in the friend zone for so long, knowing how he felt about you. You and Johnny had known each other since high school; you've always been best friends.

And to be completely honest, you couldn't help but be completely whipped by him. He bought you gifts nearly every day, whether it was something small or something thoughtful. You'd catch yourself admiring a necklace at the store, and sure enough, the next morning, it would be sitting at your front door with a cute note attached. He was like that with everything: the things you needed, the things you didn't even know you wanted, and especially the things that made you smile.

He wasn't just good at spoiling you with things. He always knew exactly what to say when you were upset, how to touch you in a way that made you feel safe, how to fuck you so good you were seeing stars. Johnny knew you better than anyone else. He knew your body, your moods, your every little habit. He could read you like an open book.

But the lingering fear that if you ever crossed that line and took things further with him, things would go south and you'd lose him as a friend was what always kept you in check. You couldn't bear the thought of losing him, and that fear kept you at arm's length.

But even today— valentines day, a day meant for romance and cheesy gestures, you told yourself things were still supposed to be casual. That’s what you kept telling yourself as stepped out of the shower and got ready for the night ahead.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the flowers he had sent you this morning. The bouquet was massive, the kind that looked like it belonged in a romance movie, wrapped in black satin and tied with a sleek ribbon with a cute card tucked into the petals with a simple message:

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. Be ready by 9, dress extra pretty for me. -J <3�� 

It had made your stomach flip. You hadn’t been prepared for that— not from him. It wasn’t that Johnny wasn’t sweet, but this felt… different. Special. His usual kind gestures and love had turned into something else and you weren't sure if you were ready to handle all of that. But as the day had gone on, you couldn’t help but smile every time you thought about it.

Now, standing in front of the mirror, you add the finishing touches to your hair and makeup. He knows how much you hate fancy restaurants and anything overly formal, so you’ve kept your outfit casual yet still put together. A maroon cropped cardigan draped over a delicate white lace-trim cami, paired with the black skirt you know he loves. Every time you wear it around him, you catch his lingering stares and feel the way his touches last just a second too long, like he can’t help himself.

The clock was ticking, and with each passing second, your nerves grew. You thought you had it all figured out. It was supposed to be casual, after all. But you couldn’t ignore the fluttering in your chest as the minutes passed. It felt like tonight was different.

And before you knew it, you were out the door, the cool night air greeting you as you walked toward his car, your heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of your steps.

The air nipped at your skin as you approached Johnny’s car, and your heart skipped a beat as you saw him standing by the passenger door, leaning against the car with a grin that gave you butterflies. His eyes scanned over you in that way he always did when he looked at you, a look of admiration mixed with something else you couldn't quite describe. 

He straightened up when he saw you, his grin widening as he took a few steps closer. You almost missed the way his hand reached out to take yours; the warmth of his touch was enough to melt any hesitation you might’ve had.

“Hey, angel.” He spoke softly, his thumb gently traced the back of your hand as he held your arm up, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Twirl for me, baby, let me see the full fit.” 

A small laugh bubbled up in your chest, but you couldn’t resist. You spun around once, letting your skirt flare out as you turned. You could hear him take in a sharp breath behind before you faced him again. 

“God, you’re so beautiful, baby,” he murmured, his eyes never once leaving you. His voice was low, almost reverent, as if he couldn’t believe you were real. 

The way he said it made your chest tighten, and a small heat spread through your cheeks. It wasn’t just the usual compliment— there was something more behind it, something deeper, but he didn’t press it. He just smiled, that easy, confident smile that made your heart race.

“Let’s get going, yeah?” Johnny added, keeping his voice light but warm.

You nodded, still feeling the buzz from his words. As he opened the door for you, he moved closer, guiding you toward the seat. His hand briefly brushed against your waist as he helped you into the car, soft and slow, nothing rushed, just enough to send a jolt of warmth through your body. 

It didn’t take long for the night to escalate after that. His constant lingering touches and sweet words, laced with a quiet intensity, were slowly driving you mad. It started innocent— his hand brushing against your thigh every now and then as he drove, his soft chuckle as he teased you, asking about your day. But it was clear that each moment with him was a little more than you could handle. This wasn’t at all the usual for you two, even though you’re very used to his ‘dates’ there was always the friendly demeanor behind them. This one was all a complete shift in the energy, it made you nervous, like this was an actual real date and not just two friends hanging out and flirting. 

By the time you made it to a quiet spot by the water, the atmosphere had shifted. The air around you crackled, thick with something unspoken, an electric current that you could feel building between you two with every glance, every word. You weren’t even sure how you’d ended up in this position, but you didn’t care.

One minute you were sitting side by side in the backseat, laughing, the next you were straddling his lap. The shift had been so gradual, so natural that you didn’t question it until you felt his hands begin to roam.

His fingers slid under the fabric of your cardigan, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You instinctively leaned into him, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. You could feel the heat radiating from his chest, the way his breath hitched slightly as his hands slid around your waist.

You continued talking, but your words felt like an afterthought, drowned out by the racing of your heartbeat. Every now and then, Johnny would murmur something that made you blush, his voice low and teasing as he casually slid his hand under your top, his large hands gliding against the skin of your back.

But it was his eyes that truly did it for you. They were still so sweet, full of admiration and affection, but there was something else there now. A flicker of heat, of raw desire, a hunger that made your pulse spike.

“Johnny, you’re looking at me like you want to eat me.” you spoke with a small chuckle, your voice betraying the nervous flutter in your chest. It was a poor attempt to ease the tension and the heat pooling between your thighs, but it was all you could manage as his gaze burned into you.

Johnny tilted his head slightly, the smirk never leaving his lips. His fingers tightened at your waist, sending a shiver up your spine. “Only if you want me to.”

His voice was low, teasing, it was enough to make your breath hitch. His hands slid down to your thighs, his fingers tracing slow circles into your skin before gripping just a little tighter, pulling you in until there was no space left between you.

The subtle pressure of his touch mixed with the feeling of his painfully hard bulge pressing right against your core made heat pool in your stomach, your breath coming out uneven as you bit your lip to keep yourself together.

Johnnys gaze flickered to your lips, then back up to your eyes, and the grin on his face grew just slightly. He was enjoying this, the way you tensed up under his touch, the way your body was reacting to him before you could even find the words to respond.

“You like that, pretty?” His voice was smooth, almost lazy, but the way his hands slowly slid up to your hips sent another rush of warmth through your body. He gently rocked your hips against his, just enough to let you know what he wanted. What he knew you wanted, too.

“You’re being awfully shy tonight,” he murmured, his eyes searching yours. “Am I making you nervous?”

“Johnny…” You barely breathed out, your fingers gripping at his shoulders as a small, helpless whine slipped past your lips when he pushed you further onto his lap.

You didn’t know what was worse, the way your body was betraying you, or the way he was looking at you like he already knew everything you weren’t saying. Like he was waiting for you to catch up to what he already understood. The tension was driving you insane. It wasn’t just the way he touched you, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing he wanted— it was the aftermath. The way he could act like this, make you feel like this, and then leave both of you tangled in that same unspoken confusion the next day. That lingering feeling that always stayed around for days every single time the two of you had sex. 

Longing. Maybe even love.

You wished, more than anything, that you could push past the fear of relationships, of rejection, of getting hurt. But it clung to you, holding you back, even though you knew deep down that Johnny would never hurt you. He cared about you too much. He always made sure you had everything you needed, always put you first in ways you weren’t sure he even realized.

And it made you feel guilty for pretending your feelings weren’t real. For acting like this didn’t mean something. 

The weight of it all pressed down on you, a storm of conflict and confusion swirling in your head. You let out a quiet whine, your frustration spilling over as you looked down at him, torn between everything you wanted to say and everything you were still too scared to admit.

Johnny’s fingers flexed against your hips, and his smirk softened into a small smile. “I know, baby,” he spoke, his voice quieter now. His hands slid up your back, holding you close. “You don’t have to say it. I already know.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could stop yourself, your hands were moving up, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt like you needed something to hold onto. Like if you let go, you’d fall apart completely.

Johnny chuckled, the sound warm against your skin. “Just let me take care of you, yeah?.” His fingers traced slow patterns along your waist, his touch patient, steady. “It’s a special day today, and you’re my special girl. You deserve it.”

He didn’t wait for another word. The second your head dipped in a nod, his lips were on yours, slow and deliberate, he wanted you to feel everything neither of you could say out loud. His hands slid up your back, fingertips pressing into your skin just enough to make you shiver.

The kiss deepened in an instant, all hesitation melting away as his tongue intertwined with yours, teasing, coaxing, making your breath hitch. His grip on you tightened, your hips instinctively picking back up their pace rolling against his. 

A small whimper slipped from your lips, and Johnny groaned lowly in response. The friction you felt as he slightly thrusted up pressing further against you sent a sharp wave of pleasure through your body, you gasped, breaking the kiss for just a second before he chased your lips again, capturing them in another heated, desperate kiss.

“You feel so good, baby,” he murmured against your lips, his voice hushed but dripping with hunger. “Always so good for me.”

His mouth traveled, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck, sucking softly at the spot he knew would make you squirm. 

The heat between you was unbearable now, every touch, every movement sending you spiraling deeper into the feeling. You didn’t care about what would happen tomorrow, about the confusion that always lingered after nights like this. All you cared about was him, his touch, his lips, the way he made you feel like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

His hands moved with purpose, slipping beneath the hem of your top, his palms searing against your skin as he slowly dragged the fabric upward. There was no hesitation as he pulled your clothes over your head, tossing them somewhere beside the two of you. His eyes darkened at the sight of you, his gaze drinking in every inch of exposed skin.

His hands were back on you in an instant, skimming up your sides, thumbs grazing just under the band of your bra as he leaned in, kissing along your collarbone, down the valley of your chest.

The anticipation was unbearable, your breath coming in short, needy gasps before the fabric slipped away. The cool air made you shiver, but Johnny was quick to warm you up, his mouth finding your skin again. Kissing softly before latching onto one of your nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue around the perky bud, making you moan and pull softly at his hair. 

He hummed, the vibrations against you causing a whimper to leave your lips. He tilted his head back, releasing your breast with a small pop, immediately diving back into your chest to kiss and mark you in places nobody else would see. His hands moved lower, gripping your thighs and pushing them apart, the feeling of his clothed cock flush against where you needed him most was almost too much to handle. 

Johnny groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder as he rocked you against him with more intent. “You feel that, baby?” he rasped, his fingers digging into your skin. “You want me just as bad as I want you, don’t you?”

The way he said it, the way his voice dripped with need, made you dizzy. Your body answered before your words could, your hips grinding down against him, a desperate moan slipping from your lips.

Johnny’s grip tightened, and he exhaled sharply, his restraint hanging by a thread. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Sit up, pretty girl.” 

Without hesitation, you lifted your hips from his, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly as he worked fast to undo his belt and free his aching cock. You watched as it sprung out, a drop of pre-cum already leaking at the tip. 

Johnny worked quickly, sliding your skirt and panties down your legs with practiced ease. Before you could even process the loss of fabric, he was pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance, dragging it along your slit in slow, deliberate strokes that had your breath hitching.

A frustrated whimper slipped past your lips, your hips instinctively trying to push down onto him, but his grip on your waist was firm, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

His hold on your waist tightened as he continued to tease you, the head of his cock dragging along your slick folds, never quite pushing in. You let out a shaky breath, hands gripping at his shoulders, desperate for more. 

“Johnny, please..” you tried, your voice soft.

He hummed, tilting his head slightly, clearly enjoying the way you squirmed beneath him. “Please what, baby? At least ask properly.”

Your body trembled as he rolled his hips just enough to nudge against your entrance, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. 

You swallowed hard, your pride slipping further with every second of his agonizing teasing. “Please,” you whined, voice breathless and needy. “need you so bad, please fuck me...”

His smirk faltered for just a moment, his restraint nearly snapping at the way you begged for him. Without another word, he finally pushed into you, stretching you open inch by inch. A small gasp left your lips. 

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails pressing into the fabric of his shirt as you tried to steady yourself against the overwhelming sensation of him filling you completely.

Johnny groaned low in his throat, his grip on your waist tightening as he forced himself to move at a steady pace, savoring the way your body welcomed him so perfectly. “Fuck, yn,” he murmured, his voice strained. “Always so tight for me.”

Your head tipped back once again, a broken moan slipping past your lips as he bottomed out, his head kissing at your cervix with just the slightest shift of his hips. He gave you a second to adjust, his thumbs stroking slow, soothing circles against your hips, but the way your walls clenched around him made his patience waver.

“You okay, angel?” he asked, his voice softer now, despite the way his restraint was hanging by a thread. 

You nodded quickly, your body already desperate for more. “Mhm, feels so good..”

That was all he needed. With a deep, satisfied hum, he pulled out just enough to thrust back in, slowly, making sure you felt every inch of him. His hands guided your movements as you rocked against him, your moans spilling into the air between you.

“Just like that, baby,” he praised, his lips grazing your jaw before trailing down to your neck. “Taking me so well.” 

Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails grazing his scalp as you let out a breathy moan, overwhelmed by the way he moved— how every roll of his hips sent waves of pleasure crashing over you. He tilted his head up to watch you, eyes dark, completely filled with a mix of love and lust. 

“You feel so good,” he whispered against your skin. His lips trailing lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your throat, lingering at your collarbone before nipping lightly, just enough to make you shiver.

A soft whimper slipped past your lips as he slightly picked up his pace. He caught your sound with a kiss, deep and unhurried, like he wanted to drown in the taste of you. His tongue traced along your bottom lip before he pulled away just enough to whisper, “You like that? Want more?”

You could only nod, barely able to form words with the way he was unraveling you so effortlessly. The intensity of his gaze never wavered, watching every little reaction, every shiver, every breathy sound that slipped from your lips.

“Use your words, doll, want to hear you.” 

A shaky inhale filled your lungs before you managed to whisper, “Yes… more, please.”

His lips curled into a soft smirk, but there was no teasing in his eyes only devotion, only the overwhelming need to give you exactly what you asked for. His movements deepened, his hips snapping into yours with a bit more urgency, dragging out every sensation. A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he buried his face in your neck, his fingers digging into your hips, guiding you to match his rhythm.

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, your body trembling in his arms as your moans grew louder. He was losing himself in you, in the way you felt, the way you sounded— so sweet, so desperate for him.

“Johnny—” His name spilled from your lips like a plea, your fingers gripping onto him like you’d fall apart if you let go.

His hands roamed your body, both hands resting just under your breasts, his thumbs rubbing small circles at your nipples. He kissed you again, much deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours with a tenderness that had your heart pounding against your ribs. It wasn’t just desire; it was more than that. It was the way he held you like you were something precious, something he never wanted to let go of.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, his voice strained, almost like he was trying to hold back but couldn’t anymore. “You feel so damn good… can’t help it, baby.”

His grip on you tightened as he thrust into you with more intensity, repeatedly hitting that spot that made your toes curl, but his touch remained gentle, his hands smoothing over your skin, grounding you, making sure you were with him through every moment. The sound of your moans only spurred him on, his breath coming out in ragged exhales as he broke the kiss to bury his face against your neck.

“Taking me so well, angel,” he groaned, his lips brushing against your jaw between each word. “So perfect— so beautiful —just for me.”

Your fingers still tangled in his hair, tugging slightly as another whimper escaped you, and he nearly lost it right then. His hips snapped forward with more force, his control slipping further with every sound you made.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark, filled with adoration and something raw, something unrestrained. “Need you to know how good you are to me… how much I love you.” 

You couldn’t even form words in response, your head spinning with the overwhelming sensation of him pounding into you. You clung to him, feeling each thrust of his hips, the way he drove deeper, harder, pushing you toward something higher. Your breath caught in your throat. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. His words hung in the air, but your body was too lost in the bliss he was giving you to process them fully.

You couldn’t focus on anything except the way his hips crashed into yours, the delicious pressure building inside of you, the tenderness in the way his hands touched you, each movement making you feel like you were in pure bliss.

“Just like that,” he whispered, his pace faltering as he grew closer, but still, he stayed gentle with you, his hands caressing your skin, as if he never wanted to let go. 

Your body gave in to the intensity of it all, a rush of heat flooding you as you reached your orgasm. His name left your lips in a breathless string of pleas and moans, but still, he whispered praises against your skin, each word a caress, as if he were reminding you of how much you meant to him. Soon both of you reached your limits, his thrusts nearly stopping and cock twitching as he came. The feeling of his warmth seeping into you mixed with your own arousal soaking his length was enough to make your legs twitch and breath hitch once again.

As the intensity began to fade, the air between you was thick with lingering heat, you both slowed, your breaths coming in shaky, uneven gasps. His forehead rested gently against yours, as he soothingly rubbed your sides. 

He kissed you slowly, deeply, savoring the aftermath, his lips soft against yours as he pulled you closer, like he was trying to keep you attached to him.

But as the world around you slowly started to come back into focus, his words played on a loop in your mind, each one like a soft echo against your chest. As much as you tried to convince yourself it was just the heat of the moment, you couldn’t deny it. You knew he meant it.

And deep down, you realized that you really felt the same way. The realization hit you like a wave, slow and steady but impossible to ignore. For the first time, you were tired of parading around the topic of love when it came to him. It wasn’t just the sex, the intimacy, or the wild rush of everything that had just happened, it was the way he made you feel, the overwhelming warmth in your chest that never went away when he was around.

All you knew for sure, as your heart beat in time with his, was that you weren’t going to shy away from him anymore. You weren’t going to play games, or pretend like there was some distance between you. You wanted him. Not just in the way your body craved him, but in the way your heart had always known he was the one you were meant to be with.

You wanted to be his, as badly as he wanted to be yours.

“…I love you too,” you breathed out, your voice full of the same raw honesty that had been in his. The words felt like a weight lifted from your chest, the last piece of the puzzle locking into place.

His breath hitched, and you felt the shift in him— a gentle smile curving his lips as he looked at you, soft with emotion. “Yeah?” His voice was quiet, as if he was still letting the confession settle between you both.

You smiled back, still clinging to him. “Yeah, Johnny, I love you.”

His lips found yours again in a tender kiss, but this time it was slower, more deliberate, like he was savoring the sweetness of your confession. “Good,” he mumbled against your lips, holding you close, like he’d never let you go.

The world outside may have still been waiting, but in that moment, nothing else mattered but the warmth of his arms and the love you had for each other.

Eventually, everything calmed down. He pulled back just slightly, a lazy smile spreading across his face as his thumb traced gentle circles on your skin. “Now,” he spoke up, his voice soft but playful, “let’s get cleaned up and go get some dinner, yeah?”

You chuckled softly, still a little dazed, but the warmth of his words made your heart swell even more. “Yeah, I think that sounds perfect.”

As you both reluctantly untangled from each other’s arms, you shared one last lingering kiss, both of you smiling into it, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you. 

You were his. And he was yours.

Love letter from mae 💌 : ughhshshgsh i need him bad 😭 i rlly do hope u guys like this way more than i do because truly i almost scrapped the whole thing like 7 different times LMFAO

ty for reading!! ♥︎♪ヽ(*´∀｀)ﾉ