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Match Of the season is the best thing Iâve ever read I would sell my soul on the black market for a part two like your writing is insane itâs so beautiful đđ«¶đŸđ„č
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sweet treat
member | junhui x f!reader
genre | smut, a little fluff (happy valentine's day!)
word count | 1.9k
warnings | reader has a vagina and breasts, dom!jun sub!reader, food play kind of (with candy hearts), oral (reader receiving), handcuffs, making out, reader is a little bit of a brat but in a fun way, pet names (sweetheart, baby, good girl), jun is whipped for reader hehe, everyone please pretend that uti's don't exist and that eating food during sex is 100% safe
notes | it's been a while but here's something finally!! i know i said this would be out like a week ago i'm so so sorry oops but it is here now :) it's way past v-day sjdfgfshj but i hope you enjoy regardless! this is very minimally edited so if you see mistakes please don't perceive them
when jun asked if he could try some new things for valentineâs day, you donât know what you were expecting. maybe wearing a nice new set of lingerie, or going a little rougher than usual, or maybe even introducing a toy or something. youâve never had the most incredibly exciting of sex lives, but itâs been more than enough to satisfy the both of you throughout your relationship.
what you didnât expect is to have your hands tied to the headboard above you, completely naked, while jun hovers over you, completely clothed.
he picks up a single candy heart from the dish by the bed, holding it up between two fingers. he studies it for a second before popping it in his mouth, his lips parted just enough for you to see it sitting on his tongue before he bites down on it with an audible crunch.
you know the way youâre spread open in front of him is getting to him by the straining outline of his cock in his pants, but his eyes never leave your face as he chews on the candy, his gaze zeroed in on yours.
his adamâs apple jerks in his throat as he swallows, and your cunt clenches involuntarily at the sight.
jun sits on the bed beside you, still studying your face. âyouâre so quiet, baby,â he hums. âyouâre usually so loud.â
âand youâre usually doing more than just standing there watching,â you bite back with a huff. but you arenât really mad; in fact, the long, drawn-out foreplay to your valentineâs day sexcapades is only making you more excited to see what junhui has planned next.
he furrows his bottom lip. âand you arenât usually this bratty, either,â he says, a hint of a smirk on his face.
you grin. âthatâs because i like it.â
he leans over you, grabbing your chin with one hand to tilt your head closer to his. you canât help but moan into his mouth when he kisses you, happy to finally be touched, even if itâs only with junâs lips and nothing else.
the way heâs sitting above you gives him the perfect angle to slide his tongue into your mouth, and his free hand begins to trail down your body as his grip on your jaw tightens, each kiss getting rougher and more desperate. your skin prickles with goosebumps at his touch; you can almost barely feel him there with how lightly heâs moving across your body, but you know heâs there
you arch your back with a whine and he pulls away, pushing your head back down onto the pillows as you inhale a deep breath.
your eyes follow him as he leans away from the bed, but with his back facing you, you canât see what heâs doing. you pull against the fluffy pink handcuffs holding you to the bed, wanting to touch him. you want to trace your hands along his back, feel his muscles under your fingertips, feel his skin without the clothes heâsâfrustratinglyâstill wearing. you groan under your breath, tugging at your restraints once more, but itâs no use.
he turns back around, keeping one hand behind his back out of your view, and you sit back, batting your eyelashes innocently, hoping itâll convince him to finally do something more.
"open," jun commands, and for a second you think youâve succeeded. automatically your mouth falls open, ready to receive whatever he's about to give you.
but what enters your mouth isn't what you're expecting. instead of fingers or spit (or maybe if youâre lucky, his cock) like you're usually used to with him, he simply places a pink candy heart on your tongue.
you start to close your lips to chew on it, but he just raises an eyebrow, tsking at you.
"did i tell you you could do that, sweetheart?" he scolds. the pun in the nickname he uses almost makes you want to laugh, but you're so focused on the way he swiftly pulls his shirt over his head that you can't even think about making jokes right now.
you shake your head in response, your tongue still hanging out of your mouth as the sugar begins to disintegrate.
he grins. âgood girl,â he says, and he stands up, moving to kneel at the foot of the bed.
suddenly you cry out, and he looks up at you, his eyes a little bit softer than before. âdo you need something, baby?â he asks.
you mumble out a reply, still holding the candy on your tongue, and he giggles at your persistence. âyou donât have to keep it there, baby, you can eat it if you need to. talk to me.â
you scrunch your nose, contemplating, but you bring your tongue back into your mouth, putting the candy heart against the inside of your cheek. âwanna see you, junnie,â you moan, looking down at him. âcan you take your shirt off? please?â
he grins, standing up again so you can see all of him. âwell, since you asked so nicely,â he smiles, pulling his shirt up and over his head faster than you can blink, and then heâs beside you again.
âeverything else still okay?â he asks softly, and you start to answer, but his lips, which have started trailing down your neck, make it hard to even think. you let out a sigh when he starts sucking at your skin lightly.
âneed an answer, sweetheart,â he reminds you gently, his lips leaving you for just a second before moving down to your chest, leaving wet, messy kisses all across your skin.
âyes, jun,â you moan out, and finally he moves back down to between your legs, giving you one last satisfied kiss before he kneels at the edge of the bed.
with his head so close to your cunt, you automatically reach out for him, but your restraints pull you back once more. you huff in frustration but give in, craning your neck so you can see him instead.
and just before heâs about to press his lips against your aching heat, he pulls away to look up at you. âyou better put that candy heart back where it belongs, darling,â he says challengingly.
you cock an eyebrow at him. âand what if i donât?â
he shrugs, looking way too nonchalant for how hard you imagine his cock must beâ youâre not the only one that hasnât gotten anything yet tonight. âthen iâll just leave you wet and grumpy until you wake me up in the middle of the night begging me to fuck you.â
the fact that he isnât wrong about that is enough to make you back down. thereâs been numerous slightly embarrassing occasions where youâve accidentally-on-purpose woken jun up at 2am because you were way too flustered to sleep and your fingers just werenât cutting it.
and although you know heâs definitely bluffingâheâs way too sweet (and insatiable) to ever leave you unsatisfied for too longâyou let him win this one anyway.
you stick your tongue out for him, the half-melted candy heart dutifully in its place, and the silence that follows is more than enough of an answer for junhui.
âthatâs my baby,â he says, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. he looks up at you with a glint of mischief in his eye, his mouth hovering over your soaking cunt.
âthat better still be there when iâm finished.â
and with that heâs diving into you, his mouth covering every inch of your pussy and sucking like his life depends on it. you groan and start to close your mouth, but you remember junâs instructions and leave your mouth open instead.
his tongue prods at your hole, easing you open around him. he knows you like the back of his hand, and it doesnât take long for him to bring you right up to the edge.
your moans get higher and breathier as you struggle to keep the candy from falling out of your mouth, throwing your head back with a gasp.
junâs lips move up to wrap around your clit, simultaneously inserting one finger into you as he begins to suck harder. the stimulation from his mouth and fingers, combined with the intense focus you have to keep on your own mouth to make sure you donât accidentally lose the candy, makes it hard to think straight.
but just when you feel yourself start to teeter on the edge of your orgasm, jun pulls his lips away, keeping his finger inside you, pumping slowly. you whine and clench around him, muttering out something thatâs supposed to be âpleaseâ but ends up sounding more like âaleatheâ. you raise your head to look at him, meeting his eyes.
he grins. âyou wanna cum, sweetheart? all over my face, with your pretty little pussy? hm?â
you can barely manage an âuh huhâ in response as jun adds another finger and increases his pace. his fingers brush against your walls over and over, making you arch your back, desperate for more as he brings you closer and closer.
he doesnât stop as your orgasm crashes into you, his mouth moving everywhere over your cunt until overstimulation starts to set in. your thighs squeeze around his head, and he groans against your folds, making you jerk. he wraps his arms around your hips, holding you tightly against his face as you writhe against him.
when he finally pulls away from you, you lay back against the pillows, breathing heavily. he stands up and comes to sit on the bed, gently caressing your face with the back of his hand.
feeling him beside you, you pry open your tired eyes, sticking out your tongue proudly to show him how obedient you were.
he laughs. âyou can eat it now,â he says, and for the first time in a while you close your mouth, finally getting to savor whatâs left of the candy.
he sighs fondly, watching you slowly chew on the treat as he moves to undo the cuffs holding you down. once youâre free, you sit up and rotate your wrists, a little sore from being held up so long, and jun takes your hands, massaging them with his thumbs.
you lean over and kiss him, and his tongue slips into your mouth, letting you taste the remnants of your orgasm and letting him taste whatâs left of the sweet sugar in your mouth. the kiss grows deeper, his hands letting go of yours and wrapping around your body instead, holding you tightly in his arms, his lips never leaving yours. you donât even notice the change in positions until youâre flat on your back again with jun on top of you.
he pulls away for just a second so you both can breathe, and in that second he studies your face, still glowing from your orgasm. he grins, and leans down to give you a quick peck on the cheek. âi love you, baby. happy valentineâs day,â he says with a giggle.
and you canât help but smile when you look up at him, seeing the excitement in his eyes. âi love you too, junnie. happy valentineâs day.â
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Sensuality || k.mg
bf!Mingyu x afab!Reader
Word Count: 709
Warnings: Slight degradation with mixed praise, love, lots of love, sensual, pretty vanilla other than the degradation
It was so sensual, the way Mingyu's lips pressed onto your throat, his kisses hot and wet. He left small bruises with each kiss, and you can feel how his hands tighten around your hips with each roll, probably leaving brusing there as well.
Every moan, every whimper of his name would just get him more riled up. He would push your hips down onto his hard cock covered by his jeans.
"Mingyu..." You would breath out, the pleasure overbearing. Mingyu lifts up his head and kisses you softly, before inserting his tongue and exploring your mouth. He tasted like cedarwood and violet, so elegant and yet rough at the same time.
"Fuck you feel so good, but I want more." With a small squeal Mingyu lifts you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. He brings you to the bedroom and places you down onto the bed, running his hands underneath your shirt.
"Get undressed, sweetheart," he says, demanding. You obey him as you start with your shirt, and giving him a bit of a show as you slowly pull your panties down your legs.
Mingyu stays dressed, however, and crawls on top of you, running his fingers through your hair and pushing his clothed cock against your bare core. You moan into his mouth as he kisses you sensually. After a few minutes of grinding he flips you over roughly and presses himself against your core once again.
You can feel his thickness throb through his jeans as he ruts his hips more rough, running his fingers from your neck and along your spine. "So pretty, and so wet." Mingyu takes a fistful of your hair and lifts you back flush to his chest, and he runs his hand down between your chest and alomg your stomach.
"I want to devour you, my precious angel."
Mingyu lets go of your hair and whispers for you to stay in that position as he takes a step back. The crotch of his jeans are soaked with your juices.
"Jesus you're so wet for me and I haven't even fucked you. Maybe you aren't such an angel." Mingyu takes his shirt off and pulls off his pants, stroking his cock before finally entering you. "Maybe you're my precious slut."
He groans as he bottoms out, taking one of your hips into his hand and using the other to lower you back down into a doggy position.
"Mingyu, please," you beg, but you don't know what for. Anything. As long as you cum, anything.
"Mingyu what?" He asks pulling out and slowly pushing back in at an aching pace. "Mingyu please fuck me, I need you."
His already snarky smile turns into a shit eating grin as he picks up the pace quickly, fucking into sloppily. The sound of slapping skin and hefty moans fills the room and you swear it feels like a sauna. The way his large hands roam your body, as if taking place of the need to kiss you, and tell him he loves you.
The way your hands grip the sheets and your face flushes red, both of you eyes filled with lust. Mingyu can picture the face you are making right now, and it brings him closer to the edge. "Want me to cum in you, slut?" He says with less confidence, the mix of arousal and love clouding his brain.
You manage to mumble out a yes as you feel yourself getting closer to your own orgasm.
Mingyu can feel your walls contract and get ready to cum so he flips you ovee to see your face, and the sight as he predicted pushes him to his own finish, his cum spilling inside of you.
He places a thumb over your clit and buries his head in your neck as you reach your own orgasm, your pussy clenching around him at all of the sensations. You can still feel his cock pulsing and letting out cum as well.
"Fuck....I love you." He breathes out and caresses your head, looking into your eyes with lust no more, but deep affection for his partner. "I love you too Mingyu." You place your hand delicately on his cheek, grinning at his own goofy smile.
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I loved 'driving me crazy' it was great do you think you can make a second part of it? take ur time!
hi! honestly probably not, i'm sorry đ it was just a little something i thought of, it wasn't even really a fully formed idea. the ending sort of implies they made up and got together, so just imagine there's lots of fluffy, cute, teasing stuff afterwards đ if any more ideas come to mind i could possibly make it a headcanon with bullet points but i can't make any promises, sorry :(
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driving me crazy
member | bandmate!seungcheol x reader
genre | smut, enemies to lovers
word count | 1.3k
warnings | reader has a vagina and breasts, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill but be safe irl or i'll hit you), name calling (slut, whore, cumslut, cumdump), cumshot, creampie, masturbation (m), mentions of degredation & humiliation, one mention of spanking. this is pure rough hate sex but it gets really soft at the end
notes | so i was writing this in @duhnova's inbox to attack her and all of a sudden i checked how much i'd written and it was fuckin,, over a thousand words?? this isn't really a "fic" per se, it's more like a headcanon (there's no dialogue) but i thought it was long enough to share. i don't know where this came from or how it happened but- enjoy! - june đ
you and seungcheol are in a band togetherâ maybe he's the guitarist and you sing, and since the day the band formed you've had it out for each other. neither of you are willing to give in to what the other wants, even when you both know you're in the wrong. he wants the chords a certain way? nope, because you need them this way so you can sing them. you want to write your own lyrics for this one song? nope, he criticizes every word.
and the tension just keeps growing and growing until one day it boils over and you find yourself underneath him, back pressed against the sofa in his garage after band practice when everyone else has gone and he's fucking you like you're the last person on earth. pushing his lips to your neck to call you filthy names, things he's never wanted to say to your face before; but something about this time, with his cock splitting you open and you fighting to hold back tears of pleasure because like hell you'd let him get that reaction out of you, he can't help but want to tell you how much of a slut you are. you hate each other, yet you'd let him fuck you like this, hm?
and you'd die before you admit it to him or to yourself, but just this one time with him will completely ruin you for anyone else's cock. no matter how hard you try to forget him and how many shitty tinder hookups you suffer through, he's the only thing on your mind every single time you cum. and so finally you give in, and you come back to him, practically begging him to fuck you again, and he'd be more than happy to oblige because you're the only thing that's been on his mind every time he jerks off after you leave practice, his cock throbbing in his fist and milky white cum splattered all over his hands as he realizes he just moaned your name out loud. so at the end of the day maybe you do still hate each other, but damn if you aren't the best sex each other's had.
so despite how much you supposedly hate each other, now that neither of you can deny how insanely horny you are for each other you're fucking all the time. and i mean all the time. of course, it starts out as only after practice in his garage, and occasionally in his car when practices are at your other bandmates' houses. but one day a couple weeks later when he's fucking you in his bed, on his kitchen counter, even in his front doorway because you're both so impatient you can barely keep your hands off one another long enough for him to shut the door, that's when you realize how fucked you areâmetaphorically and literally.
if your friends are shocked at the fact that seungcheol, your literal worst enemy, is suddenly driving you home every night, they don't mention it. there's no way they don't know by now, but you won't hear a peep out of them, because in practices, you're actually⊠managing to get along with cheol now. it turns out that having the roughest, nastiest (aka best) sex of your life with the man you hate most is doing wonders to relieve the tension between you two; so much so that the only arguments you can muster with him are about how the color of his new guitar looks ugly compared to his old one, or that your singing would be better if you actually looked at the microphone for once instead of looking at him.
by day you're cooperating enough to make music together for once, and by night you're getting fucked like the cumslut you are, cheol slapping your ass and roughly handling your hips into place so he can push into you even deeper so you can feel him completely filling you.
and after a while, you can't even remember the reason why you hated him in the first place. because maybe the tension between you two was just sexual tension all along. getting dicked down like a whore makes you happy, and having his own personal cumdump makes him happy. it's a win for everybody.
one day he's fucking you in his bed after a really successful practice and it's... unusually soft. he's not calling you filthy names or humiliating you for how hard you came from just his fingers. he's holding you so close, praising you for how well you always take his thick cock, squeezing around him so perfectly, so warm and wet and tight just for him and him alone. he's not calling you "his hole" or telling you to crawl across the floor and beg him to allow you to suck his cock. his words come out no more a soft growl by your ear, low moans scattered in between the praises.
and that's the first time you let him cum inside you. you're on the pill and you've both been tested so there's been no reason for him to use a condom any of the times you've been together, but he's always pulled out to cum on your back, your pussy, your stomach, or his favorite placeâ your face.Â
but this time when you feel his thrusts start to stutter and he begins to let go of you to slip out of your aching cunt, you just wrap your legs around his waist and pull him back in, whimpering and pleading for him to stay inside, to cum inside, to fill you up and claim you as his. and he can barely stop himself from cumming on the spot as he stumbles into the hardest orgasm of his entire life, spurting rope after rope of liquid into you.
and afterwards, when you're both laying there panting, stuck in a post-orgasmic haze as it begins to dawn on you what just happened, he does something that makes you doubt any of this was even real in the first place, that it was all a dream and you haven't actually been having sex with him on almost a daily basis for nearly the last month. because the seungcheol you know, the seungcheol you hate, would never say this. the seungcheol you used to hate would never own up to anything, would argue about anything and anything and refuse to apologize for his words, no matter how hurtful.
at least, that's what you thought. because now you've realized you never actually hated him, not even before you two were involved like this. you would argue for the sake of arguing just like he would, because that's all you knew how to do around him.
you didn't yet know this side of him; not just the side that makes you cum over and over and refuses to stop until you have to pry his mouth off of your pussy, but the side of him that always gives you rides home, even when the night doesn't end in sex. the side of him that lets you use his shower to clean up afterwards and always leaves a stack of fresh towels out for you that you can tell he warmed up in the dryer. the side of him that, even the first time when you hated each others' guts, asked if it was okay to do something before he did it, because even though he can't stand you, he doesn't want to hurt you intentionally.
so you're laying there on his bed, and he holds you tighter, burying his face into the crook of your neck, and he sighs. and for the first time ever, he says,
"i'm sorry."
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not so holy night
member | teacher!jihoon x teacher!reader
genre | smut with plot, a teeny bit of drama (barely any), lots of fluff at the end
word count | ~6,900
warnings | reader has a vagina and breasts, unprotected sex, oral (reader receiving), grinding, fingering, cumshot, some begging, please lmk if i missed any warnings!
notes | this is the sequel to "not so silent night", which is posted on my sfw blog @junkissed! i would recommend reading part 1 first, since there's quite a bit of plot in this one! dedicated to @onlymingyus because she was going to murder me for that cliffhanger in part 1 hehe. so voila here is part 2! enjoy :) fyi i only read this like once bc i really wanted to post it tonight so if there's mistakes look away
drinks and dinner. dinner and drinks. thatâs all thatâs going to happen tonight. why are you so nervous?
when saturday finally rolls around, you stand in front of your bathroom mirror an hour before jihoon is supposed to pick you up, scrutinizing your outfit choice. the holiday staff party is always hosted at a fancy restaurant downtown, the whole place rented out for all the teachers and administrators for dinner, with music and mingling afterwards.
in the four years youâve been a teacher at the middle school, this is the first year youâre actually going to bring a date.
is it a date? is it friends? is it coworkers? you think itâs a date; after all, you did get coffee before school with jihoon twice this week. it could be a friend thing, but the way he looks at you when he thinks youâre distracted makes you think otherwise.
itâs going to be a long night, you already know. nothing like the little half-hour meetups for coffee or eating lunch together in the back corner of the teacherâs lounge. a solid two, three hours for the dinner alone, not to mention the drinks youâre getting with him beforehand and however long youâll end up staying afterwards.
youâre mentally counting the time and figuring out when you might get home so you can put on your ratty pajamas and nurse your inevitable wine headache as you reflect on the evening. god, when did dating get so exhausting?
you twist in the mirror, checking out the way your ass looks in the dress. not bad. is it too forward of you to have put on your nice lingerie underneath, âjust in caseâ? probably, but itâs not like you get an opportunity like this every day. if youâve understood correctly, jihoonâs stuck in the same boat you are: painfully single, and not getting any younger.
and your mind starts to wander when out of nowhere your mind brings up a mental image of his long, slender fingers, and you canât help but think about jihoonâs hands sliding up your legs and parting your folds, adding one finger, then another, then a third until youâre crying his name in relief, andâ
jesus, itâs been way too long since youâve gotten laid.
but even with just the passing thought of him, the nervous butterflies in your stomach travel lower, and youâre trying to will yourself to stop thinking about him before you ruin your only cute pair of panties.
you flick the bathroom lightswitch off and head to the living room to put something on tv, anything to clear your mind.
eventually your thoughts subside, and before you know it your doorbell is ringing and youâre scrambling to turn off the tv and make sure everything on your coffee table looks like it was put there intentionally and that you havenât been anxiously adjusting it for the past hour.
you take a deep breath and turn the doorknob, but nothing couldâve prepared you for the man standing outside your door.
it almost feels like youâve gotten the wind knocked out of you when you look at him. the sleek grey suitjacket thatâs tailored perfectly around the broad shoulders you never noticed before (how the fuck did you not notice that before?). the too-tight white button down that frames the muscles in his chest. the way the cuffs of his sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, exposing forearms that are so toned, they look like they could deadlift a piano.
you donât know who this man is, but heâs definitely not the shy mr. lee youâre used to seeing across the hall every day.
for some reason he seems to be equally taken aback by your outfit, which you honestly canât understand why he would be, when he himself looks like that. but with the way heâs eyeing you up and down like he has to physically hold himself back from pouncing on you, suddenly this night just got a whole lot more exciting.
âhi,â you manage, still unable to take your eyes off of him. âyou, uh⊠you look really good.â
itâs like he doesnât even hear your compliment, heâs so focused on you. âiâve, umâ youââ he exhales sharply. âwow.â
you blink a few times, trying to clear your head of the barrage of dirty thoughts swirling around and get yourself back on track. âso. drinks?â
his eyes dart up to your face, seeming like heâs snapped out of it. âyes! yes. my friend owns a bar near the restaurant, so i thought it might be fun to start there.â he clears his throat, muttering under his breath. âalthough now, i think i have better things to do.â
you smile and nod, pretending you didnât hear him, but oh my god you heard him and oh my god youâre not gonna last long tonight. youâd hate to bail on your date, but if things keep going how they have in the five minutes youâve seen him, you donât know how long youâll be able to handle sitting next to him and not having his dick inside you in some way, shape, or form.Â
you grab your purse and keys and lock your front door, following jihoon to his car. he pulls on the passenger side door handle, holding it open for you and even offering his hand to help you in.
you donât know where this man came from out of nowhere, but you really kinda like it.
the drive across town is⊠tense, but somehow in a good way. it feels comfortable riding in his car; though youâve only done it once before, it feels like youâve been in his passenger seat your whole life.
âdrinks are on me,â he says as you pull up in front of the bar, a swanky little place squished in between a used bookstore and an italian grill in a long line of shops.Â
you smile politely, still fighting the heat creeping up in your cheeks. âjihoon, please, you donât have to. i know how much you make in a year.â
he pulls his keys from the ignition, and the car falls silent. âand? tonight iâm spending it on you. itâs a special occasion.â
you donât reply, partially because youâre already planning on paying for your own drinks when he isnât looking, and partially because wtf does he mean itâs a special occasion?
youâre still immersed in trying to figure out what he means that you donât notice when he check his side mirror for traffic and flings his door open when thereâs a lull in cars whizzing by. he jogs in front of the car around to your side by the curb, opening your door and helping you out.
âthank you,â you mumble, trying to avoid staring at his chest thatâs coincidentally right in front of your face.
at 5pm on a saturday evening the sidewalk is packed with people, and jihoon slides his arm around you, placing a hand gently on your lower back to guide you to the barâs entrance. you have to force yourself not to shiver; despite the fabric of your thin sweater on top of your dress, it feels like his hand might as well be pressed against your bare skin.
you manage to find two seats at the bar, and a bartender in a black embroidered apron walks up when jihoon raises a hand to wave him over.
âif it isnât lee jihoon,â the man grins, putting both hands on the counter. ânice to see you, buddy.â
ânice to see you, too, gyu.â jihoon turns to introduce you. âthis is my friend, mingyu. he runs the place.â
you smile, offering him a polite greeting.
âso this is the lucky girl, hm?â mingyu asks, winking at you.
jihoon coughs, and you almost think you see him glare at the man, but his scowl quickly fades when he turns back to you. âignore him. what do you want to drink?â
you give mingyu your order, and he smiles, pulling two glasses from the rack behind him. âthe usual, uji?â he asks, and jihoon nods.
finally settling in, you shrug off your sweater, folding it carefully over the back of the chair before you notice jihoon staring at you.
âiâm gonna⊠go to the bathroom,â he says hurriedly. âiâll be right back.â he gets up and dashes towards the back of the room, hands shoved deep in his pockets.
you turn to watch him disappear into the crowd, offering him a smile as he leaves. as soon as heâs out of sight, you grab your wallet from your purse, seeing your chance. jihoon is sweet, but you donât need him to pay for your drinks, too. just being here with him is the most fun youâve had in a long time.
you catch mingyuâs attention and wave him over, pulling out a few bills. you start to hand them to him, but he shakes his head. âsorry, no can do. iâve been told not to let you pay for your drinks, itâs jihoonâs treat.â
you sigh and stuff the money back into your purse. fine.
âbetween you and meâŠâ he starts, and you look back up at him curiously. âujiâs been really happy lately, and if i had to guess, youâre probably the reason why. so if things go bad on your date tonight, just⊠donât break his heart, âkay?â
your eyes widen. âno, i wouldnâtâ i wasnât planning onââ you stammer, but heâs already walking away to refill somebodyâs cocktail, and youâre left wondering what the hell he was talking about.Â
it was only supposed to be a couple of friendly outings. you canât feel this way about your coworker, someone you see right across the hall for eight hours a day every monday through friday⊠right? but if mingyuâs right (and you have no reason to believe he isnât), then jihoon feels the same way about you. shit, this is deeper than you thought.
before you started⊠whatever this is with jihoon, you didnât really talk to him much, even though your classrooms were right next door. you just never happened to see him in passing.
sure, you heard the off-key guitar solos from his students at nine in the morning on mondays and wednesdays, and every once in a while you saw him sitting alone in the teacherâs lounge, earbuds plugged in, nodding his head to whatever song he was listening to and tapping his fingers on the table. but itâs a big school, anyways; itâs easy to not know every teacher that works there, especially ones in a different department.
eventually jihoon comes back, and you spend the next couple hours sipping your drinks, chatting and laughing like you usually do. before you know it heâs looking down at his watch and cursing. âwe should go, if we donât wanna be late,â he says, downing the rest of his drink.
of course, itâs just your luck that now you have absolutely zero appetite for food, and an insatiable appetite for jihoon. his hair is messed, glistening a little as if he ran his fingers through it with water, and his cheeks are practically glowing.
jihoon reaches out for you, and you take his hand, letting him lead you out of the bar. mingyu waves goodbye, a grin on his face as he watches the two of you walk away.Â
the ride to the restaurant is more tense than youâd like it to be, but itâs probably imagined tension from you more than it is actual tension.
while youâre desperately trying to pretend you donât want him to pull the car over and fuck you in the backseat, you donât notice how heâs pretending he doesnât want to turn the car around and drive home and fuck you there instead of going to this whole stupid dinner in the first place. you stare out your window, keeping your hands planted firmly in your lap, and he stares out the windshield, keeping his hands firmly wrapped around the steering wheel.
too quickly, you arrive at the restaurant and he parks in the lot out back. again, he gets out and jogs around to the passenger side to open your door for you again, offering his hand to help you out. your cheeks warm, and you hope he canât tell how nervous you are.
walking through the lot towards the building, you recognize a few of your coworkersâ cars. past you that used to attend the teacher parties alone wouldâve been a little disappointed that youâre so late to the event, but you thatâs here now couldnât care less about how late you show up, when you could be spending time alone with jihoon instead.
although, the amount of people around you tonight is probably for the best, because if they werenât there you donât think youâd be able to stop yourself from jumping him and fucking him in the middle of the restaurant.
he opens the door and smiles at the greeter, who leads you back to the private room where the rest of the party is. you feel jihoonâs grip on your waist tighten imperceptibly when the man glances at you for just a beat too long before showing you the table, and you force yourself to ignore the way your stomach does backflips at his touch.
the room is huge, with two long buffet tables for all the employees who are laughing and chatting. you find two empty seats near the end of the table and quickly a waiter comes over to offer you drinks. having already had enough to drink at mingyuâs bar, you settle for water, wanting to stay sober for whatever happens later. jihoon orders a coke.
some of the administrators order appetizers for the table, and as you wait for them to get passed down to you one of your coworkers walks over.
you look up at her and smile. âhey, janââ
âhi, jihoon,â she purrs, completely ignoring you as she wraps her arm around your dateâs shoulders, the martini in her hand sloshing with the movement.Â
your smile drops, and you look away, focusing on the ice cubes in your glass as if itâs the most interesting thing in the world. at least, itâs more interesting than watching your married coworker shamelessly flirt with the man youâre supposed to be on a date with. you shouldâve known a man as attractive as jihoon would have women throwing themselves at him all night. maybe this was a bad idea after all.
he stiffens, brows knitting into a scowl when he sees you avoiding him. âmrs. walker,â he greets her in response, tone flat. âis your husband not able to make it tonight? i had such a nice conversation with him last year about his business trip.â
she giggles. âoh no, heâs working tonight. butâŠâ she trails off, smoothing a hand down his arm. âwe could always go have a conversation about another kind of business instead.â
you nearly snort water out your nose at her forwardness, and for a second you contemplate ordering an uber and just going home right now. god, were all the teachers usually this bad, or had you just not noticed it until you were seated next to somebody like jihoon?
he clears his throat, a little too loudly. âsorry, but my date and i have plans,â he says.
at the mention of your name you glance over your shoulder, giving her a short nod before you return to staring at the water droplets rolling down the side of your glass.Â
her grin falters, but she recovers quickly. âoh! i didnât know you two came together,â she says, giving you a look as she sips her martini.
jihoon doesnât respond, his arms crossed and staring at his empty plate. your coworker stands behind his chair in silence until the awkwardness is too much, and she lets out another forced laugh. âwell, iâll leave you be, then. but you have my number if you change your mind and wanna do something more fun tonight,â she mutters, downing the rest of her drink and stumbling off in search of the nearest waiter for another round.
the restaurant is filled with loud conversations, but an uncomfortable silence settles between you.Â
so what if you are a little jealous? you surely have no right to be; youâve only gone out with this man a handful of times, not nearly enough to call him yours. but for tonight, for right now, heâs your date, and you feel entitled to at least a little bit of sulking.
jihoon coughs a little, finally breaking the silence. âiâm sorry about her.â
you stir your straw around your water glass, still avoiding his eyes. ânot your fault.â
âyeah, but still,â he says with a sigh. âshe didnât have to be an asshole to you.â
âitâs fine,â you say halfheartedly, bringing the plastic straw to your lips to take a small sip. âall the teachers get plastered at the staff parties.â
âyou donât, though,â he says after a pause.
âneither do you, looks like,â you say, pointing to the coke can in his hand.
he laughs. âno, not really⊠not when i have more fun things to do.â
for the second time that night you almost spit out your water. âthatâs not funny, jihoon.â
âbut youâre smiling,â he says, a grin of his own rising on his face, and you canât hide the way your smile mirrors his.
you give in, letting out a laugh at his stupid joke, somehow both hating and loving how he was able to brighten your mood.
he smiles, his eyes sparkling under the restaurant lights. âdo you maybe wanna⊠leave?â
ten minutes later, after a rushed goodbye to the assistant principal who was probably too drunk to even recognize you, your back is pressed against the side of jihoonâs car, your hands tangled in his hair as you moan into his mouth. his lips crash against yours, hands falling to your waist again as he pushes you into the passenger door.
when you pull away to take a breath, you can see his hairâs messed up again in that effortlessly sexy way that makes your heart race.
âcan we goâ someplace else?â you breathe. fuck if the back of your dress is totally dirty now from the car, youâre itching to get out of itâor have it taken off of you.
âshit, yes,â jihoon answers in between kisses up your jawline. âmy place or yours?â
you whine at the feeling of his teeth against your skin. âanywhere, fuckâ whateverâs closer.â
you find yourself in yet another extremely tense car ride as jihoon floors it down the highway, probably breaking more than a few traffic laws in his rush to get home. his house ends up being closer to the restaurant, so thatâs where you decide on going.
he pulls in the driveway and you donât even give him a chance to come around to open your door for you, jumping out of the car as soon as itâs turned off.
his hands fumble with his keys, but finally he gets the front door open and you both fall inside his house. the door slams shut behind you and immediately youâre shoved against it, jihoonâs hips pushing into you to keep you in place as you frantically grab at his broad shoulders to pull him closer. kissing him is addictive; the dizzying rush of his tongue in your mouth and his hands exploring your body makes you weak in the knees.
after a while you break apart, heaving for air as the lustful intensity starts to melt away into something more careful, but no less alluring. itâs finally starting to sink in that youâre kissing jihoon, youâre in his house, and youâre definitely getting laid tonight.
a sudden burst of confidence has you slipping one hand down, feeling his hips jerk when you palm him lightly over his pants.
âgod, iâve been hard for the past two hours,â he mutters through gritted teeth as your delicate fingers play with the top button on his slacks.
âyou act like i havenât been wet for the past two hours,â you reply, and he groans in relief when you undo the zipper, releasing some of the tension around his cock from how tight the dress pants were.
his hands grab at your waist, spinning you around to face away from him so he can unzip your dress. with how desperate he isâhow you both areâyou expect him to tug it off you as quickly as possible, but to your surprise, he moves slowly.
his hands smooth across your shoulders, running over your body through the fabric, and you shiver; the feeling of his touch is almost too much, even while youâre still fully clothed. his hands slide down your back, slowly moving to the sides of your breasts and traveling lower until they come to a stop at your waist.
he pulls you back against him, lightly grinding against your ass, and you whimper. you could already see he was, but now you know he really is as hard as he said, his clothed cock pressing into you.
his fingers move back up your body to toy with the zipper at the base of your neck, sending chills down your spine. he leans closer, and you can feel his breath on your neck as he leans in to press a kiss to the sensitive skin beneath your earlobe.Â
âis this okay?â he breathes.
you whine, shifting on your feet to bring his lips back closer to you. âyes! please, jihoon.â
you can feel his smile against your neck before he dives back in, sucking lightly at your skin, burning hot under his touch. youâre sure he can feel your pulse racing a mile a minute as your legs start to buckle at the pleasure.
before you can stop yourself, you let out a loud moan, your head rolling back to rest against him and inadvertently exposing more of your neck to him. you feel his grip tighten around you, beginning to suck harder until youâre sure itâll leave dark bruises. but for some reason, you donât care. you want to carry around his marks on your neck. you want it to be a little obvious. if not for you, then to show that bitch jan what she was missing.
he pulls his mouth away from you and you whine again, but he just hums and puts his hands against your back, finally beginning to pull at the zipper.
he stops once itâs halfway down your body, moving his fingers back up to your shoulders to slip the fabric off, letting it hang around your waist.
he turns you around to face him, and you hastily reach around to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. he leans down and pushes his face into your bare breasts, moaning as he begins to sink to his knees in front of you.
if you hadnât completely soaked through your panties earlier, you definitely have by now. you can feel the throbbing heat between your legs, begging for him to touch you, to do anything.Â
he must read your mind, because immediately his hands reach behind you to grab onto the zipper again, tugging it down the rest of the way. he leaves a trail of kisses as the fabric falls to the side, starting in between your breasts and moving down lower, lower, past your belly button until heâs kissing the hem of your panties and your dress is in a pile at your feet.
you slip out of the dress, stepping out of your shoes as well as jihoonâs hands wrap around the backs of your thighs, pulling you into his face. he groans, his nose smushing against your clit through your underwear, and you gasp at the sudden contact.
he looks up at you, half his face obscured by the way heâs pressed against your body, only his eyes meeting yours, silently asking to continue. you whine out his name and another âpleaseâ, and that seems to satisfy him enough to loop his fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear and tug them down to your knees.
the moment he presses his mouth to your pussy is like nothing youâve ever felt before. the way his tongue darts out, laving over every inch of the skin between your legs, has you squeezing your eyes shut in pure bliss and begging him not to stop. your hand shoots to his head, struggling for something to hold onto to keep you grounded at the sudden pleasure.
but just as you start to feel your orgasm approaching, he pulls off of you in a rush, panting as he sits back on his heels. he couldnât have had his tongue on you for more than a few seconds, but it was more than enough to build you up before he tore you right back down.
he pulls your panties back up your legs, fixing them back at your hips as he stands up. you shoot him a panicked look. heâs not about to eat you out, not let you finish, and then bail on you⊠is he?
but he just wipes his hand across the back of his mouth and picks your dress and shoes up off the hardwood floor. âweâre still in the front doorway,â he chuckles. he puts his hand on your lower back, your warm skin prickling at his cool touch as he leads you down the hall to what you assume is his bedroom. âthought youâd be more comfortable here.â
he flicks on the light and tosses your dress and shoes at the foot of the bed while you look around. his room is small but tidy, a keyboard in one corner and a few different guitars mounted on the wall.
itâs a pretty cool room, and if you werenât so incredibly horny right now, youâd ask him to tell you about all his things, but right now all you can focus on is the tent in his pants that youâre praying will find its way between your legs sometime soon.
youâre still on edge from the orgasm he pulled you away from earlier, so you fall onto his bed with no hesitation, hoping heâll get the hint as you lay in nothing but your underwear.
and he does, immediately coming over to you and beginning to strip down.
you should be embarrassed about how wet you are right now, but when your insanely sexy coworker is hurriedly pulling his shirt off, practically ripping the buttons off at how fast he throws it off, you have more important things on your mind.Â
he drops to his knees at the edge of the bed, so close you can feel his breath on your cunt. you throw your head back as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties for a second time, effortlessly tugging them all the way off and tossing them into the pile along with the rest of your outfit.
he hums, collecting your wetness on the tip of his finger as he drags it through your folds. his hands are freezing cold in contrast to the heat between your legs. âso it wasnât just me,â he says to himself, admiring the way his finger glistens with moisture.
âh-huh?â you stutter, lifting your head to look down at him. the way heâs crouching between your legs like heâs about to devour you makes you forget everything else thatâs happened tonight.
he ghosts his lips over your clit, giving you a quick kiss. âfor a while i thought you were only being friendly, when you went out with me all those times.âÂ
âbut look how wet you are,â and he holds his finger up for you to see. âso it wasnât just me that wanted you so bad. you wanted me too.â
he pushes his finger back into you for just a moment, spreading your juices around and wiping his fingers on the inside of your thigh. âwanted to bend you over that table in the coffee shop, the one in the corner we always sit at,â he groans out. âthe counter in the teacherâs lounge, by the window. the bathroom sink at gyuâs bar earlier. and especially at the table at the restaurant. wanted to fuck you goddamn everywhere.â
âjihoon, please,â you whimper. him confessing how much he likes you turns you on, more than youâd like to admit.
âplease, what?â
maybe itâs a little much to be asking for the first time with you, heâll admit, but youâre both so desperate for each other, and youâre really enjoying it, so he figures he might as well go all out.
you throw your head back, but you give him what he wants. âplease, will you eat me out, jihoon?â
and as much as he loves the way his name sounds falling from your lips, heâs not done with you yet. âsoon,â he replies simply, and you start to protest until he shoves his finger back inside of you.
you try to hold back a yelp at his sudden touch, but it escapes you. he tsks, slowly adding a second finger and ignoring the way you shiver. âdonât be quiet, baby. with all the noise we make in my classroom, i never hear a peep out of you across the hall. i know you can be loud when you want to.â
and you do want to. itâs almost frightening how suddenly his personality has flippedâ the shy man you only saw briefly in the halls now has you completely wrapped around his finger, begging him to touch you. and you donât even care.
the next time he pumps his fingers in and out of your dripping hole, you donât hold back your moans, breath catching in your throat as he begins to speed up. âthere you go. good girl,â he coos in a low voice that makes you clench automatically around his fingers, and he grins mischievously. âyou make such pretty sounds. should fuck you in my classroom next time, theyâve got better acoustics in there so i can hear your pretty voice better.â
youâre much too focused on the way his thumb is flicking your swollen clit to comprehend the way he says ânext timeâ as if this isnât a one time thing. but after, when youâve recovered enough to remember the things said in the heat of the moment, those words are something you wonât forget.
âjihoon, please, donât talk about work while youâre fucking me,â you manage.
he just grins and laughs, pushing his fingers into you faster. before you know it you feel your orgasm building back up, and you have to resist the urge to reach down and tug on his hair to get him to go faster.
but somehow he must know youâre getting close, because he leans forward and wraps his lips around your clit and starts sucking, hard. your back arches and you gasp, not expecting the sudden warmth of his mouth on you.
he flicks his tongue as his fingers continue to pump in and out of you, and with a cry of his name he finally lets you cum. your cunt clenches hard around his fingers, so tight he can barely keep moving them, but somehow he does, helping you through your orgasm as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over you.
you lay on his bed, panting, trying to catch your breath as he stands up, finally removing his own underwear.
âare you alright?â he asks, and you sit up on your elbows, your vision returned enough to see him now standing nude in front of you.
your eyes are glued to his cock when you answer, staring at how gorgeous it looks and how badly you want him in your mouth. âyeah, iâmââ
âthen get up.â
your eyes widen. âhuh?â
âdo you wanna be on top?â he asks, but youâre already shifting to move off of the bed.
âyes, please.â
he grins. âgood.â he sits down where you were just laying, cock resting against his defined abs as you climb up to straddle him. immediately his hands find your waist, guiding you over him.
you push your hips down to grind your clit over his length, not putting him inside you just yet, but moving so he slides through your folds, coating him in your juices.
itâs almost pathetic how eagerly youâre writhing against him, sliding up and down his abs desperately. your eyes are squeezed shut as you concentrate on the pleasure, so you miss the way he stares up at you like youâre the best thing heâs ever seen.
what you donât miss is the way his hands begin to grip more roughly at your hips, helping you ride him until he forces your movements to stop. you pry your eyes open to look at him.
âcan i fuck you now?â he asks, and the sudden breathiness in his tone gives you a rush like youâve never felt.Â
âplease, jihoon,â you whimper in response, voice equally as breathy. âplease, been waiting all night.â
he leans his head back against the pillows and exhales, letting his eyes fall closed for a second. âgood, because i was about to cum from that.â
you giggle, placing your hands flat on his chest. âwell, that wouldnât exactly be a bad thing.â
he groans. âi know, but then i wouldnât get to fuck you.â
you lean down to kiss him and he melts into your lips, his hands sliding up your back to grip at your shoulders and pull you closer.
he pushes up and manages to flip you over onto your back again, pressing one more kiss to your lower lip before shuffling down the bed. you spread your legs apart to give him better access, and he positions himself between them, looking down at you with a woozy smile on his face.
he begins pushing into you and you moan. the feeling of being full is something you havenât felt in a while, but the feeling of being full of jihoon is a completely different story, and you donât know whether you could go back to anyone else, even if you wanted to.
he pauses for a minute to let you adjust, and you breathe a sigh of relief when you finally feel him pull out and slowly push back in.
âgod, you feel so fucking good,â he whines as he starts to increase his pace, hips rocking against yours.
you let your head fall back against the pillows in open-mouthed pants. âmore, jihoon, please.â
he leans down and pushes your thighs up against your chest, holding your legs as he continues to pound into you. you vaguely register the praises that fall from his lips with how good he feels inside of you, each thrust angled perfectly to have you already coming closer and closer to the edge.
âjihoonâ please! âm so close, please let me cum,â you sputter, hands fisting at the sheets for something to hold on to. you donât know where this side of you came from all of a sudden, asking him for permission, but you canât deny you kind of like it.
âgo on, baby, cum for me,â he says, his voice low and breathy.
and with one more thrust you do, falling apart around him as pleasure burns through every inch of you. all you can do is whimper and let him fuck you through your orgasm, your vision going blank for a few seconds from so much stimulation all at once.
he keeps pushing into you, only easing his pace when you blink up at him, slowly coming back down to earth. your walls spasm around him in the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you feel his cock twitch inside of you when you murmur out his name. his thrusts get sloppier and more hurried as he begins to chase his own orgasm.Â
âwhâwhere do you want me toââ
âon my face?â you interrupt, answering his question for him.
he curses under his breath, immediately followed by a low moan. âyouâre gonna be the death of me,â he mutters. you clench around him and he swears again, finally pulling out of your cunt and holding his cock above you.
his hand moves quickly back and forth along his length as he chases his high, and it hits when you open your mouth wide, letting your tongue loll out, the lustful look on your face making him lose his mind.
his thick spurts of cum cover your upper half, painting your chin, your neck, your collarbones with white. the little bit that lands on your tongue you eagerly swallow, opening again to show him your empty mouth afterwards, and he groans at the sight.
he rolls over onto the bed, spent. the room is quiet for a minute, the only sound your soft exhales and his labored breathing as it begins to slow.
he presses a kiss to your cheek and slides off the bed, leaving the room for a second before he returns with a cool, wet washcloth, gently cleaning you off. in the moments heâs gone you sigh, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath you and basking in the fading glow of your orgasm.
since itâs saturday night and your sundays are usually free, you decide to spend the night with him. both of you are too exhausted to drive, and jihoon is more than happy to let you stay over. of course he would never force you to stay and he would happily pay for your uber home if you wanted, but he wonât deny that he secretly was hoping to spend a little more time with you before school on monday.
you scrub the makeup off your face as best you can and slip into the clothes he offered you, a t-shirt and a pair of soft cotton shorts. after getting cleaned up and comfortable, he makes a small pot of coffee and shows you the rest of his house. itâs a cute little place; not the biggest, but just right for him.
thereâs an instrument in almost every room, and now you sit at the edge of his bed wrapped in a blanket, working up the courage to ask him if heâll play something for you. âi always hear your students, but iâve never heard you,â you laugh.
he smiles and pulls one of his guitars off the wall, just a hint of a blush creeping into his cheeks as he adjusts the tuning pegs. he strums a couple notes, humming along quietly as he settles into a gentle rhythm.
later, youâre lying in bed with him (he offered to sleep on the couch and let you have his bed to yourself, but you insisted on him staying). the colored lamp on his bedside table is on, casting a soft red glow around the room.
the sheets rustle as he rolls over onto his side. âiâm sorry if it was⊠intense, earlier,â he says quietly. âi wasââ he pauses, thinking of his next words carefully. âi was excited. youâre so⊠i really admire you. so i mightâve been a little too eager.â
with a little effort you manage to roll over to face him. you reach across the sheets to run your hand through his hair, gently tucking it behind his ear. âdonât apologize,â you whisper. âit was perfect.â
he sighs, and even in the dim red light you can see his shoulders visibly relax. âiâm glad you decided to spend the night,â he whispers back.
you smile. âme too.â
âso you have a boyfriend now?â
you glance up, trying not to instinctively rub at the fading marks on your neck. âand what makes you think that?â you say. okay, so maybe you do technically have⊠something, now.
âi saw pictures of you and mr. lee on the schoolâs facebook from the christmas party,â heather says nonchalantly.
before you can even think of a response, something like, âwhy are you searching for pictures of me,â or, âsince when does the school have a facebook profile?â, she shrugs and goes back to her grammar assignment. you were so caught up in jihoon at the party that you honestly don't even remember anyone taking pictures, but you can only hope they didnât catch the way you were looking at each other in a decidedly not pg-rated way, right before you decided to leave the event.
you hold in a laugh, watching her. she doesnât say anything more, so you look back at the homework in front of you, waiting to finish being graded. a shiver runs down your spine at the memory of jihoonâs hands roaming your body over the weekend, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you with his fingers and his tongue and his beautiful cock.
âif you two get married, can i be the flower girl?â you hear a minute later, interrupting the silenceâand your naughty daydreams. âsince it was me that got you together.â
âweâll see,â you glare playfully, raising your eyebrows. after saturday night spent together and the following lazy sunday afternoon filled with soft kisses in between heated touches, you canât say it isnât entirely out of the question. but thatâs not something youâre about to tell heather and her little gossip group. those details, youâll have to keep to yourself.
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match of the season by @1-800-hwahui
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whata on your mind? part 1 part 2 part 3 by @euphoricsunflowers
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need you | y.jh
member âą dom!jeonghan x fem sub!reader
genre âą smut
word count âą ~1,300
warnings âą reader uses she/her pronouns, reader has a vagina and breasts, fingering, oral (f. receiving), so much dirty talk, use of pet names (ânaughty girlâ, âangelâ, âsweetheartâ, âbabyâ, âdarlingâ, âdumb little bratâ, âslutâ), a LOT of begging, hannie's a little bit mean, degradation, humiliation, dumbification, a little praise
notes âą lowercase intended. thanks @onlymingyus and @huiranghaes for proofreading. this is the wildest thing i've ever written oh lord - đ
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âoh, baby, look at you, dripping everywhere.â
jeonghan stands above you, keeping his hands clasped behind his back as he scrutinizes you. âyouâre making such a mess, darling,â he scolds. âso wet, and i havenât even started with you yet. imagine how youâll look when iâm finished with you.â
you whimper, squirming under his gaze. heâs watching you so intently, his eyes wandering between your legs, spread apart wide so he can study you.
âyour poor little clit, itâs so swollen,â he tsks, observing the way your hips writhe at the comment. âyouâre throbbing, baby, i can see you. you need this so badly, hmm?â
you whine, your wrists tugging at your restraints. âpleâplease, hannie, donât tease.â
âi donât hear you begging, sweetheart. you know how this works,â he coos. âif you want something, you have to beg for it. naughty girls donât get touched without asking.â
âno, jeonghan, please! need you, need your fingers, please,â you babble. tears spring up, threatening to spill over at how long youâve been denied and how badly you need him. âcanâtâ ah, god, canât wait anymore, please!â
he stays silent, running the tip of his index finger along your knee, making you jerk at the sudden touch. he pulls his hand away a second later. âis that good enough for you, baby?â he asks, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.
you yank at the ropes, thrashing on the sheets, trying to reach for him. âno! you know it isnât, hannie, please, need you to touch me,â you moan in anguish. âplease, too much, need you so bad.â
his hand comes down on your cunt, hard. âgreedy girl,â he says, frowning when you whimper at the slap. âyouâll take what i give you. if i give you anything at all.â
he moves his hands up your body, tracing the curves of your skin. his touch is so gentle, compared to his earlier roughness and the fire you feel burning in the pit of your stomach.
his hands stop at your hips, squeezing them lightly before continuing to slide them down your thighs, your legs.
he squats down, leaning his face over your pulsing cunt. he blows softly at your clit, and your knees lock, trying to squeeze together, but the ties at your ankles keep your legs from closing.
he scowls and shoves your knees apart, pinning your legs to the bed roughly. âalready disobeying me and i havenât even touched you yet,â he sighs. âitâs almost like you donât want to come tonight.â
âno!â you cry out. âsorâ iâm sorry, please, baby, please! please make me cum, please let me cum,â you whimper, tears streaming down your cheeks.
he stands up and hovers over your body, lifting a finger to wipe at your eyes. âmy poor angel,â he murmurs. âneed this so bad, donât you? so desperate for me, you canât help but cry?â he squats back down and presses a kiss to your clit over your panties. his touch is so light you barely feel it, you almost think youâve imagined it. âdonïżœïżœt worry, sweetheart. i think youâve been good enough for now. iâll consider letting you cum.â
he swipes his tongue up through your folds just once, ever so gently, but after more than half an hour of having absolutely nothing, it almost feels like too much. âthankâ, fuck, thank you,â you sob.
he smiles up at you before pressing his nose directly against your aching pussy, groaning into your warmth. any thoughts you had before are gone, replaced with a garbled string of âthank you, thank you, thank youâ.
he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard, making you cry out his name. âplease, jeonghan, fuck, please, thank you, thank you!â
your words turn incoherent as he toys with you, tongue dancing around your clit as he sucks. he shakes his head in between your legs, his nose nudging back and forth against your pubic bone.
âholy sh-shit, han, iâm close, iâm so close, fuck, please,â you stammer desperately. âiâm so fucking close, baby, please, can i cum? please let me cum, god, please, need it so bad.â
he tsks, pulling his mouth away from your swollen nerves. âcanât even last a minute, hmm? my little slut got so worked up from having nothing, it hardly takes anything to make you cum.â
âmhmâ, please, yes, iâm your slut, hannie, iâm your little slut,â you repeat, squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure. every inch of your body is on edge as he suddenly shoves his fingers into your cunt.
âyouâre squeezing my fingers so hard, sweetheart,â he chides. âand you thought youâd be able to take my cock. dumb little brat, canât even take three fingers without cumming your dumb little brains out.â
âpl-please,â you stutter weakly, barely able to get the words out. âjeonghan, please, i canât, i need to come. i canât hold it, baby iââ
luckily, he allows you relief. âgo ahead, darling,â he hums, continuing to fuck his long fingers in and out of you at a punishing pace. âcum for me, sweetheart, cum on my fingers like a good girl.â
your vision goes completely black for a second, your whines getting caught in your throat as you come down on the hardest orgasm of your life. your legs go numb and your body falls limp against the bed as you gasp for air, your orgasm slamming through you in wave after wave of searing pleasure.
âmy precious little slut,â he says, petting your thigh with one hand while his other hand fingers you through your orgasm. âcame so hard just from that, huh? havenât even put my dick in you yet and youâre cumming in your little panties like a little slut.â
âyesâ mmh, hannie, want you so bad, need you so bad, please,â you mewl in response.
he pulls his fingers out suddenly and smacks your cunt again, making you jump. âi didnât hear a âthank youâ for that orgasm, sweetheart. did you cum so hard you forgot your manners already?â
you shake your head weakly. ânoâ no, thank you, baby, thank you, hannie, thank you so much,â you sob, fresh tears beginning to pour from your eyes.
âthatâs better,â he nods. he leans down to spread your folds apart with two fingers, exposing your dripping hole. âyouâre still throbbing, baby?â he asks incredulously. âmy greedy slut still wants more, after all that?â
you choke out a cry, clenching around nothing as his gaze burns into you. âplease,â you manage, your voice starting to grow hoarse from pleading so much. you can feel your release slowly begin to leak out of you, mixing with your sweat and running down your trembling thighs.
he rubs small, soothing circles against your clit, the contact not enough to bring you any relief but making you buck your hips against his hand nonetheless.
âdo you think youâve earned my cock, angel?â he asks. âhas my slut been behaving herself, does she deserve to let me cum in her pretty little pussy?â
âgod! please, jeonghan, please, need your cum, need you to cum in me, baby, please,â you wail. âplease let me have your dick, please, iâll do anything.â
he smiles proudly at you. âmy sweet angel, so cock-drunk sheâll do anything for me,â he praises. âthereâs nothing going on up there in your sweet little head right now, is there? all you can think about is how badly you want me inside you, isnât that right, darling?â
âyes! yes, please, yes,â you babble.
he grins. âgood. then iâve done my job.â
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driving me crazy
member | bandmate!seungcheol x reader
genre | smut, enemies to lovers
word count | 1.3k
warnings | reader has a vagina and breasts, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill but be safe irl or i'll hit you), name calling (slut, whore, cumslut, cumdump), cumshot, creampie, masturbation (m), mentions of degredation & humiliation, one mention of spanking. this is pure rough hate sex but it gets really soft at the end
notes | so i was writing this in @duhnova's inbox to attack her and all of a sudden i checked how much i'd written and it was fuckin,, over a thousand words?? this isn't really a "fic" per se, it's more like a headcanon (there's no dialogue) but i thought it was long enough to share. i don't know where this came from or how it happened but- enjoy! - june đ
you and seungcheol are in a band togetherâ maybe he's the guitarist and you sing, and since the day the band formed you've had it out for each other. neither of you are willing to give in to what the other wants, even when you both know you're in the wrong. he wants the chords a certain way? nope, because you need them this way so you can sing them. you want to write your own lyrics for this one song? nope, he criticizes every word.
and the tension just keeps growing and growing until one day it boils over and you find yourself underneath him, back pressed against the sofa in his garage after band practice when everyone else has gone and he's fucking you like you're the last person on earth. pushing his lips to your neck to call you filthy names, things he's never wanted to say to your face before; but something about this time, with his cock splitting you open and you fighting to hold back tears of pleasure because like hell you'd let him get that reaction out of you, he can't help but want to tell you how much of a slut you are. you hate each other, yet you'd let him fuck you like this, hm?
and you'd die before you admit it to him or to yourself, but just this one time with him will completely ruin you for anyone else's cock. no matter how hard you try to forget him and how many shitty tinder hookups you suffer through, he's the only thing on your mind every single time you cum. and so finally you give in, and you come back to him, practically begging him to fuck you again, and he'd be more than happy to oblige because you're the only thing that's been on his mind every time he jerks off after you leave practice, his cock throbbing in his fist and milky white cum splattered all over his hands as he realizes he just moaned your name out loud. so at the end of the day maybe you do still hate each other, but damn if you aren't the best sex each other's had.
so despite how much you supposedly hate each other, now that neither of you can deny how insanely horny you are for each other you're fucking all the time. and i mean all the time. of course, it starts out as only after practice in his garage, and occasionally in his car when practices are at your other bandmates' houses. but one day a couple weeks later when he's fucking you in his bed, on his kitchen counter, even in his front doorway because you're both so impatient you can barely keep your hands off one another long enough for him to shut the door, that's when you realize how fucked you areâmetaphorically and literally.
if your friends are shocked at the fact that seungcheol, your literal worst enemy, is suddenly driving you home every night, they don't mention it. there's no way they don't know by now, but you won't hear a peep out of them, because in practices, you're actually⊠managing to get along with cheol now. it turns out that having the roughest, nastiest (aka best) sex of your life with the man you hate most is doing wonders to relieve the tension between you two; so much so that the only arguments you can muster with him are about how the color of his new guitar looks ugly compared to his old one, or that your singing would be better if you actually looked at the microphone for once instead of looking at him.
by day you're cooperating enough to make music together for once, and by night you're getting fucked like the cumslut you are, cheol slapping your ass and roughly handling your hips into place so he can push into you even deeper so you can feel him completely filling you.
and after a while, you can't even remember the reason why you hated him in the first place. because maybe the tension between you two was just sexual tension all along. getting dicked down like a whore makes you happy, and having his own personal cumdump makes him happy. it's a win for everybody.
one day he's fucking you in his bed after a really successful practice and it's... unusually soft. he's not calling you filthy names or humiliating you for how hard you came from just his fingers. he's holding you so close, praising you for how well you always take his thick cock, squeezing around him so perfectly, so warm and wet and tight just for him and him alone. he's not calling you "his hole" or telling you to crawl across the floor and beg him to allow you to suck his cock. his words come out no more a soft growl by your ear, low moans scattered in between the praises.
and that's the first time you let him cum inside you. you're on the pill and you've both been tested so there's been no reason for him to use a condom any of the times you've been together, but he's always pulled out to cum on your back, your pussy, your stomach, or his favorite placeâ your face.Â
but this time when you feel his thrusts start to stutter and he begins to let go of you to slip out of your aching cunt, you just wrap your legs around his waist and pull him back in, whimpering and pleading for him to stay inside, to cum inside, to fill you up and claim you as his. and he can barely stop himself from cumming on the spot as he stumbles into the hardest orgasm of his entire life, spurting rope after rope of liquid into you.
and afterwards, when you're both laying there panting, stuck in a post-orgasmic haze as it begins to dawn on you what just happened, he does something that makes you doubt any of this was even real in the first place, that it was all a dream and you haven't actually been having sex with him on almost a daily basis for nearly the last month. because the seungcheol you know, the seungcheol you hate, would never say this. the seungcheol you used to hate would never own up to anything, would argue about anything and anything and refuse to apologize for his words, no matter how hurtful.
at least, that's what you thought. because now you've realized you never actually hated him, not even before you two were involved like this. you would argue for the sake of arguing just like he would, because that's all you knew how to do around him.
you didn't yet know this side of him; not just the side that makes you cum over and over and refuses to stop until you have to pry his mouth off of your pussy, but the side of him that always gives you rides home, even when the night doesn't end in sex. the side of him that lets you use his shower to clean up afterwards and always leaves a stack of fresh towels out for you that you can tell he warmed up in the dryer. the side of him that, even the first time when you hated each others' guts, asked if it was okay to do something before he did it, because even though he can't stand you, he doesn't want to hurt you intentionally.
so you're laying there on his bed, and he holds you tighter, burying his face into the crook of your neck, and he sighs. and for the first time ever, he says,
"i'm sorry."
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match of the season
member  | college student radio host!junhui x fem student!reader
genre  | smut, fluff, humor
word count  | ~7,300
warnings  | virgin!jun, shy clueless jun, fr that man does not know a single thing but it's endearing in a silly way, top!reader bot!jun (but no real dom/sub dynamics, more like reader leads until jun figures out how to take over), unprotected sex, jun big cock agenda, VOICE KINK (listen. you all knew it was coming), so much dirty talk, lots of consent bc it is very sexy, riding, little bit of dry humping?, mentions of an iud/birth control, jun is implied taller than reader (maybe size kink but only if you take it that way), jeonghan cameo and he's a menace, lots of fluff at the end (but also kinda throughout), please lmk if i missed any warnings!
notes  | this is a nsfw sequel to a sfw fic on my main writing blog @junkissed called sounds of the season, which is part of my series of winter-themed fics! if you haven't already, i would highly recommend reading that before reading this, since the stories are pretty closely connected. thanks to @onlymingyus for reading over this for me <3 i hope you all enjoy this as much as you enjoyed the first part. also like i said in part 1 i have no idea how radio works so if it doesn't make sense just roll with it lmao
youâre just putting the last finishing touches on your final paper when your phone buzzes. you glance down, grinning when you see junhuiâs name on the screen.
unable to hide the butterflies in your stomach, you press a button to accept the call. âhi, junnie.â
âoh! hi,â his voice plays through your speaker with a giggle. âhey, i like that. âjunnieâ. do you want a nickname? but your name is so pretty, i donât wanna change itââ
âwhatever you want is fine,â you say, trying to hold back a smile. god, heâs cute.
âokay. iâll think about it. oh, wait, yeah!â he says suddenly, as if heâs just remembered why heâs calling. âjeonghan left town early this week so itâs just me in the studio today, and itâs our last show of the semester. so anyway, do you wanna come over?â he stops, stumbling over his words. âwell, not like, come over come over, i mean, we can just hang out, iââ
âgive me half an hour,â you laugh, endeared by his eagerness.
âyay!â he cheers, and you shake your head with a smile.
half an hour later, a text pops up on junâs phone, alerting him that youâre waiting outside the building. he leaps out of his chair, an excited grin on his face as he flings open the door and dashes downstairs to let you in.
heâs out of breath by the time he reaches the communications lab door, leaning on the push bar to let you in. âsorry, forgot they locked it already,â he pants.
âitâs fine,â you giggle. âso⊠everyone else is gone?â
he nods. âyeah, mr. choi said as long as i donât mess with anything heâll let me close by myself, so they all left early for break.â
you smile and hold out your hand for him to take, and he beams, hastily grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours.
he leads you up the stairs to the sound booth, squeezing your hand the whole way.
itâs your second time being in the schoolâs recording studio, but the feeling is still new and exciting. you definitely understand now what jun meant when he said being around all the equipment is a lot of fun.
once inside, he shuts the heavy door with a click, locking the door and flipping on the âon airâ light. not that anyone could get in anyway, but itâs a habit he doesnât want to accidentally get out of before he comes back next semester.
he slides in front of the computer for a second, queueing another song so he has more time to grab what heâs designated as âyour chairâ; the comfiest one in the studio, according to him.
he pulls it over next to his chair and pats the cushion for you to sit. you giggle and plop down on the seat, scooching closer to him once heâs sat in his own chair.
he raises his eyebrows at you with a grin, then clears his throat and moves closer to the microphone as the song ends to do his job.
ever since you accidentally admitted to him that you like the way his voice sounds, heâs teased you about itâor at least, attempted to tease you about it. he's too sweet for his own good, so even when he tries to poke fun at you it comes out like a compliment.
he presses the red button and begins to talk. âthat was one of the classics, âa holly jolly christmasâ by burl ives. coming up next, another favorite, âthe christmas songâ by michael bublĂ©, and more great songs on your favorite program: 111.7fmâs sounds of the season.â
he lets go of the button and sits back in his chair, spinning it around to face you as the slow music starts softly playing. âhi,â he says shyly. âdid you like that?â
you smile. itâs a little bit of an odd question, but youâve started to understand his awkwardness; he just needs a little encouragement. âi always like it. youâre really good at this.â
âi like it a lot,â he grins back, bouncing his head in excitement. âcan i kiss you now?â
you laugh at his enthusiasm but nod, leaning forward to press your lips to his. he sighs into your mouth, his hands falling naturally to your waist. for supposedly not going out much, jun is really, really good at kissing, youâve quickly learned over the last few days. how he got so good at it, you may never know, but the feeling of him pressed against you is too perfect to waste time questioning why.
despite being surrounded by the cold, metal recording equipment, the sound of michael bublĂ©âs crooning voice and the gentle warmth of junhuiâs lips makes the studio feel like the coziest place on earth.
his hands tug at your waist and you slide easily out of your chair and onto his lap, sitting sideways across his legs, never breaking the kiss.
he pulls away for a second, his cheeks dusted with pink. âlet me⊠put the playlist on,â he says, his voice a little breathier than usual.Â
you hum in confusion, attention still focused on the curve of his lips and the little noises he makes when heâs kissing you. âwhat playlist?â
he laughs. âfor the show. so we can keep doing⊠this, and not have to worry.â
âwait, so you mean, not all of it is live?â
he shakes his head. âalmost all of it is, but thereâs a backup playlist in case we get busy and canât sit around pressing buttons for the whole hour. i used it a couple weeks ago when i had to finish my chem paper.â
he spins the chair around, facing you both in front of the computer screen and tapping a few buttons on the keyboard. he turns a dial on the soundboard and the background music in the studio gets lower, so quiet you need to strain to hear it.
he hums, and your attention turns away from the machinery and back to his eager smile.
âcan i kiss you again?â he asks softly.
you giggle and put your hands around his neck. âyou donât have to ask every time.â
so heâs pushing his lips on yours again, kissing you like youâre the most delicate thing in the world.
and thatâs when you feel it. the butterflies deep in your stomach that make you want to do things no person should be doing in a school building.
he pulls away for a second to catch his breath. âyouâre so pretty,â he says dreamily, and you hate the way it immediately sends shivers down your spine, landing directly at your core.Â
you hold back a whimper and shift the way youâre sitting, moving so each leg is on either side of his legs, straddling his lap.
he pushes his mouth against yours, hands gently kneading your hips. your fingers dance beneath the bottom of his shirt, fingernails gliding over the warm, soft skin of his stomach and feeling his abs contract at your touch.
âwait,â he whimpers, and you pull back immediately, taking your hands off of him and putting them on your thighs.
âdo you want me to stop?â you ask quietly. shit, you hope you havenât completely ruined this by going too fast.
âno!â he nearly shouts, looking panicked, then clears his throat. âno,â he repeats. âi donât want you to stop. iâm, justâŠâ he trails off, avoiding your gaze.
âyou can tell me, junnie,â you say gingerly, wanting him to be comfortable.
âi know,â he whines. âiâm⊠embarrassed,â he says, voice small.
âiâm not going to laugh at you,â you say softly.
âiâm notâ i havenâtââ he freezes. you give him a small smile that you hope looks encouraging, and it must be, because he sighs and starts again. âiâm a⊠virgin,â he says, barely above a whisper.
âoh! thatâs all?â you ask, taking his hand and threading your fingers in between his. he looks up at you, trying (and failing) to hide the surprise in his expression. âyou donât need to be embarrassed. everybody has a first time.â
you pause, not wanting to force him into doing this if he really isnât ready. you donât care, you have plenty of ways of getting yourself off if he wants to wait longer. because you are willing to wait. âwe donât have to now, junnie,â you say. âiâll wait as long as you want me to.â
âi want to now,â he says quickly, shaking his head. âi just⊠donât know what to do,â he mumbles.
âthatâs fine,â you whisper, bringing your other hand up to his face and kissing his cheek tenderly. âweâll go slow, and you tell me what you want.â
he hesitates, then tentatively places his hands on your waist, still holding your hands. âi want to kiss you again.â
you smile. âi can do that.â
and you lean back in, pressing your lips to his. gently at first, until he grips your waist a little harder and starts kissing you a little deeper. you let him get used to it, allowing him to set the pace he wants.
testing the waters, you push down on his lap a little, starting to grind lightly on his crotch. he whimpers and tugs at your hips to help you, beginning to fall into a steady rhythm.Â
you stay like this for a while, leisurely making out on his lap, for longer than you normally would with someone else. but this isnât someone else, this is junhui, and youâre more than content going as slow as he wants. plus, all this is just making you wetter and wetter as time goes on, riling you up the more you think about whatâs to come later.
you can feel him getting harder underneath you, and you moan into him, eagerly but patiently waiting for him. his hands climb up your back, hooking around your shoulders and pulling you almost completely flush with his chest.
he pulls away after a minute, lips red and puffy from the contact and breathing hard. âdonâtâ you need a c-condom, when⊠so you, donât get pregnant?â he stutters out, struggling to get the words out and to stop from bucking his hips against you.
âi have an iud, itâs alright,â you say, also panting for breath.
âokay.â he exhales and leans back, letting go of your hips.
you look at him in confusion at his sudden pause. âwhyâŠ?â
he stares at you. âuh, donât you have to go put it in? or did you do that before you got here?â
you snort. âmy iud? no, itâs in all the time. it doesnât come out.âÂ
âoh,â he says, his cheeks flushing pink. âsorry, i didnât knowââ
âitâs okay, junnie. donât apologize,â you say, trying your hardest to hold back a laugh. poor sweet, oblivious junhui. youâre not laughing at him, youâre laughing at how adorably clueless he is. you find yourself hoping you might be the one to help him understand these things, if he wants you to.
âhave you⊠before?â he asks shyly, avoiding your eyes again.
you pause, knowing heâs already embarrassed and trying to answer him as gently as possible. âyes,â you say finally, and his face droops a little at your response. âbut that doesnât mean anything. itâs my first time with you, too, so weâre learning about each other. thatâs all it is. so just⊠donât think about it, okay? the only thing iâm thinking about right now is you.â
his cheeks are a deep shade of pink, but he nods. you take his hands carefully and put them at the hem of your shirt, guiding him to pull it up and over your head. you unclasp your bra and turn around to toss it over to your chair.
ânow your turn,â you say gently, looking up at his eyes, which are still focused on your boobs.
âju-un,â you murmur in a sing-song voice, and his eyes snap back to your face. âdo you want to keep going?âÂ
âyeah,â he chokes out. âi meanâ yes. yes, please.â
you coo at his manners, moving off of his lap to wiggle your pants down your legs. his eyes are completely transfixed on your body, admiring every inch of you that he can see.
âdo you want to now?â you ask, and he nods rapidly. he stands up and throws his shirt off, and his pants are quick to follow until heâs sitting back in his chair in only his boxers. the lines of his stomach seem even more defined in the low light of the studio, and you so desperately want to run your hands up and down his torso, and feel every inch of him, butâ one thing at a time.
you slide your panties off and go back to your position straddling his lap. âis this okay?â you ask again.
âmhm,â he hums lowly, and you feel it deep in your abdomen, walls clenching around nothing at the sound.
his eyes dart around your face, and you reach up to run your fingers through his hair, tucking it gently behind his ear. âare you ready?â you ask softly.
his eyes widen, and he springs into action, his hands flying to your waist again. âoh! okay, yes, yes, umâŠâ
you try not to giggle at his enthusiasm. you trail your hand carefully down to the waistband of his shorts, slipping the tip of your finger inside the elastic. âyou have to take this off, junnie,â you whisper.
âmm, okay,â he whines, and you lift up a little so he can slide them down without standing up. he kicks them off and you sit back down, looking down to see what youâre working with. now that heâs fully hard, you can see that heâs⊠big, much bigger than you expected from a man this shy.
but who are you to judge, so you adjust on his lap, sitting up to reach below you and take his cock in your hand, positioning it at your entrance. he whimpers at the contact as you slowly drag his tip through your folds, spreading your wetness around.Â
âyou just sit here and let me do all the work, baby, okay?â you hum, gripping his shoulder with your other hand. âlet me make you feel good, hm?â
he lets out a garbled noise in response, barely comprehending your words at how engrossed he is with the way youâre holding his cock so delicately, waiting to push it inside and finally feel you.
âjunnie, need you to use your words, honey,â you say gently, moving the hand on his shoulder to lightly cup his jaw, lifting his chin so his gaze lands on your face. âyou have to tell me if you donât like something or you wanna do something different, okay?
âi wanna do you,â he says, staring blankly into your eyes, and thatâs when you know heâs already gone.
you giggle. âi know, baby. youâre going to. but you have to talk to me.â
ââcause you like my voice.â
you resist the urge to cringe, still embarrassed that thatâs the thing he remembers about you. âyes, i do, but no, that's not why. you need to tell me if you want to stop, at any time, and weâll stop, okay?â
hearing your tone get serious, he seems to snap out of it a little. âokay,â he whimpers. âcan iâŠ?â
he trails off, and you shake your head. you know heâs shy, but you canât let him off the hook every single time, or else heâll never learn. âcan you what, honey? use your words.â
by now the tips of his ears have turned red, and heâs beginning to lose control, his hips starting to grind against you involuntarily. âcan i⊠fuck you?â he rasps.
âof course you can,â you coo, slipping your hand behind his neck and kissing him gently. âgood job, baby.â
he mewls at the praise, and you finally start to sink down on his cock. it burns at first with how girthy he is, but soon the stretch feels good, and you have to fight to keep yourself upright on his lap, soft whimpers escaping your lips.
he groans, throwing his head back against the back of his chair, his grip on your waist tightening. it takes some time, but you finally sit all the way down on his lap, legs splayed on either side of his hips.
immediately he thrusts up into you hard, and you yelp, pushing on his shoulders to get him to stop. âwait!â you pant, squeezing your eyes shut in pain. âjust⊠wait a second first.â
âs-sorry,â he whines, his adamâs apple bobbing with each labored breath.
âsâokay,â you breathe, beginning to adjust to the feeling of his thick cock throbbing inside you. âyouâre⊠big, gottaâ gotta give me a second, oh my god.â
he hums absently, clearly pleased with your response, but he manages to stop moving for a little bit.
you sit still on top of him, your muscles gradually beginning to relax as you get used to the feeling.
he sighs, his hands sliding up your back, caressing your skin beneath his fingertips. âfeels so good, just wanna⊠fuck, just wanna be inside you forever.â
you would be surprised at the sudden lewdness of his words, if you werenât so focused on the way the tone of his voice has abruptly dropped an octave. heâs starting to get more comfortable, you can tell, and you wonât lie: itâs dangerous for you.
âcanâ are you okay now?â he asks, eyes focused back on your face again.
âmhm,â you manage, letting out a short exhale. you start to wind your hips in circles, bouncing slowly on his lap as his hands roam your body, touching every inch of you as if heâs trying to memorize every last curve.
itâs a gentle pace; although much too slow for you, youâre hoping itâs just right for junhui to start out with. youâre not used to being on top, so youâre doing your best to keep up, but your thigh is starting to cramp from the position youâve been sitting in and having to do the work yourself.
he must notice your discomfort, because his hands fall back down to their place at your waist, kneading your skin as he lifts his hips against you in rhythm.
âcan i take over?â he mumbles, voice breathy. âplease, let me, please.â
âyes, please,â you sigh, your head falling forward to rest on his chest. his skin is burning hot beneath your cheek, and you exhale, closing your eyes from exhaustion.
as soon as you relax and stop moving your hips, his own start moving immediately, your surprised cry punctuated by hard thrusts up into you, over and over again.
youâre still trying to figure out where the hell he got all this stamina from when he starts murmuring in your ear, sweet, dirty whispers as he pounds into you from below.
âyouâre so⊠beautiful, oh my god,â he says in the low voice youâre still struggling to get used to hearing come out of his mouth. âyouâre so good, wanna have you like this forever, pleaseââ
âjun, keâkeep talking, please,â you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure.
âyou like my voice, but you sound so pretty right now,â he groans. âyou should hear yourself. wanna hear you cry and make you feel so good, wanna hear youâ god, wanna fuck you like this all day and never stop.â
you let out a moan, his words going straight through you. the rumble in his chest as he speaks reverberates against your head.Â
the combination of his brutal pace along with the innocently filthy words from his mouth brings you right up to the edge, and you feel the knot in your abdomen tightening.
you shift a little, moving up so you can wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
his hips falter for half a second at the contact, but he recovers quickly, wrapping his long arms around you and pressing you flush against his chest, jerking you up and down on his cock with fervor.
âyouâre so pretty, youâre so beautiful, youâre so perfect,â he babbles, somehow remembering to keep talking you through everything. âlove you so muchâ fuck, thank you, youâre so amazing, youâre soââ
you almost miss the four-letter word that slips out in between his praises, but it rings through your ears, nestling itself in your heart. you decide to ignore it for now, too focused on chasing your rapidly approaching high, but you promise yourself youâll talk to him after this is all over and figure out what this is between you two.
you whine, breath catching in your throat as your own words tumble out of you in a constant stream. âkeep going, jun, pleaseâ keep going, so close, please, junnie please, need youââ
âare you gonna cum? youâre so perfect, please cum for me, please, baby, lemme hear you.â
âfuck, yes!â and with that youâre catapulting over the edge with a sob, clenching around his cock as your orgasm slams into you.
he keeps thrusting into you, not once stuttering as he fucks you through your high, content to keep going and going and going untilâ
âjun,â you call out weakly, head swirling as you try to sit up. âjun. jun, you can s-slow down.â
his hips begin to stop, slowing down until heâs gently rocking you back and forth on his lap. âdid you cum already?â he asks in surprise. like a dork.
you choke out a laugh, head lolling as your arms loosen around his neck. âyeah. yeah, i did.â
âoh.â
if you werenât so exhausted already, you would burst out laughing. âyouâll figure it out,â you wheeze, hoping it sounds reassuring.Â
he starts to move his arms to let go of you, still wrapped around your torso, but you whine and he freezes.
âjust⊠stay here first,â you say, letting your eyes fall shut for a second.
âwhy?â
you sigh. âbecause itâs nice.â
âoh,â he says again. he settles back into the chair, holding you on his lap, arms wrapped around you, just sitting quietly.
after a few more seconds of peace you pull yourself upright, pushing your hands against his chest.
â âŠwhat now?â he asks quietly, eyes finding your face.
âyou didnât cum yet, right?â you say. he hums out a no. âthen we keep going.â
he yelps in surprise when you start to lift yourself off his lap, his still-hard cock slipping out of you, now soaked in your juices. âdonât we have to wait for you?â
you fight the urge to slap your hand over your forehead. âi can cum more than once, honey. we donât need to wait,â you say with the straightest face you can muster.
he nods, taking in this clearly unheard of information.
âdo you want me to suck you off?â you ask, bringing his attention back to you.
âwh-what?â he stutters, face turning red, clearly not expecting it.
you take in a deep breath. âwhere do you want to finish?â you try instead, thinking it might help him decide.
âwhere will you let me?â he replies, wide eyes searching yours as if itâs a trick question designed to make him fail and youâre hiding the answer somewhere in your tender gaze.
âwherever you want, junnie.â
he pauses, like heâs making sure you arenât lying to him. âcanââ he clears his throat and starts again, more sure of himself. âi have an, um⊠idea.â
âmhm,â you breathe, watching him expectantly.
âdo you think i could, maybe⊠stand up? and, haveâ you, over theâŠâ he trails off, gesturing to the empty table beside you and hoping youâll understand what heâs trying to say.
âyou want to bend me over and fuck me on the table?â you translate for him, blinking.
instantly his cheeks flare, the shyness returning. âwell, i⊠i. no, um, uhââ
âyou can say yes, junnie. itâs hot.â
âyou think so?â he squeaks in shock.
you giggle. âyes. you can do whatever you want to, just ask me first.â
his face breaks out into a wide grin. âokay. will you please, um, follow me?â he asks, holding out his arm like a waiter leading you to a table at a restaurant. if he wasnât so damn cute you definitely wouldâve smacked him by now.
you finally move off of his lap and step away, giving him room to move from his chair. youâd forgotten how big he is until he stands up, towering over you, and it sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. he turns and starts walking away, expecting you to follow him.
you laugh and grab his arm, pulling him back. when he looks at you in curiosity, you take his large hands and place them on your waist, motioning for him to guide you.
his mouth falls into an âoâ and he follows your lead, pushing you by your hips over to the table.
he stands behind you, caging you in against the table with his tall frame but otherwise not doing anything. you glance over your shoulder at him, nodding in approval.
his hands leave your waist and ever so gently press on your lower back to tilt you over. you comply, letting him move you how he wants.
âis that good?â he asks softly.
âitâs great,â you say, wiggling your ass playfully. âgood job asking.â
he hums, so low itâs more like a growl, and it sends another shiver down your spine. at this angle you can feel his dick pressed against your ass, hard and throbbing.
he grinds against you, dragging his cock up and down your hole. you know heâs not doing it intentionally to tease youâyouâre not even sure if heâs capable of thatâbut it does plenty to rile you up.
âjunnie, please?â you gasp out, writhing your hips in search of friction, anything. his grip tightens on you, stilling your movements.
âwhat do i do?â he whispers.
âput it in,â you whisper back, unable to stop the giggle that slips out. he whines in annoyance, so you stop, giving him real advice this time. âjust go slow. you can do it, baby.â
you angle your ass up, hoping to give him better access to your dripping hole. heâs already been inside you once, so surely he can find it again⊠right?
your expectations are clearly too high, because suddenly you feel his tip pressing in between your ass cheeks, and heâsâ
you yelp, and he freezes, his hands flying off of you. you reach behind and stick your index finger into your pussy, using the rest of your fingers to spread your folds apart so he can see. âthis one, baby.â at least he was going slow, like you said.
âoh! sorry, iâm so sorry,â he mumbles, and even without looking you already know heâs redder than a tomato.Â
âjun. donât apologize. itâs okay,â you say softly. you move your hand away from your pussy and reach it out to him, craning your neck to see him. you wave your fingers at him, and he takes your hand, automatically twining his fingers with yours. it makes you smile. âjust go for it, honey.â
âokay,â he breathes, and he starts slowly pushing into you again (the right one this time).
tiny gasps fall from your lips as you feel him fill you up again, stuffing you with his cock, inch by careful inch. once he bottoms out you exhale, letting out the breath you didnât realize youâd been holding in.
when you donât feel any more movement, you realize heâs stopped, waiting. you almost whine at how cute and considerate he is, but instead you just squeeze his hand. âbaby, you can move.â
âokay,â he says again, and pulls out carefully before slowly pushing back in.
you moan as he starts to increase his pace, rapidly pumping into you as his hips smack against your ass. you arch your back a little, trying to angle him in deeper. each powerful thrust pushes you against the table, your hip bones hitting the edge in a way thatâll definitely leave bruises. but you canât bring yourself to care when junhuiâs thick cock is thrusting into you like his life depends on it.Â
still holding onto his hand, you slip your other hand down to run your fingers over your clit, rubbing small circles. you can feel the pressure in your abdomen growing, andâ
âfuck, youâre so tight,â jun groans, voice thick with need, and he begins pushing into you even harder than before, something you didnât even think could be possible. you whine and move your hand from your clit back to the edge of the table to stop yourself from ramming into it.
he notices your elbow bent at an awkward angle to protect yourself, so he lets go of your hand and snakes around your stomach to pull you back so youâre standing upright, both his arms wrapped securely around your body. âfeels so good⊠god, wish i had done this sooner, youâre so amazing, so perfect, for me.â
you whimper at his words, unintentionally clenching around him. âjun,â you cry out softly.
âfuck, baby, say my name againâ please, like that, baby, please say it, again,â he begs you, fingers pressing into your skin that youâre sure will leave you covered in little oval-shaped bruises by the time heâs done.
âjun! please, iâm so close, jun,â you moan, repeating his name over and over again like a mantra, getting closer and closer to your release with each syllable.
âiâm cl-close too, baby, please⊠youâre so good, fuck! youâre so good.â
the constant praise is almost too much, and with one more sharp thrust youâre coming undone on his cock for the second time. your legs wobble as you struggle to stay standing, your hands coming up to hang on to junhuiâs strong arms wrapped around you for support.
he whines loudly, and you know he must be getting close, too. âcan iâ can i cum on your back?â he pants out, still gripping you tightly. as much as he really, really wants to cum inside you, he figures it might be messier than cumming on you. and besides, he doesnât want to get too greedy; it is only his first, after all.
âyes! yes please, yes, jun,â you manage, still wading through the aftershocks of your orgasm.
a little harder than he intends, heâs shoving you roughly down onto the table again, pulling his dick out of you to jerk himself over you.
âjunnie, please,â you whimper out weakly, and the sweet sounding words on your lips have him choking back a sob as he cums, thick spurts of white painting your lower back.
he keeps moving his hand on his cock until heâs completely finished, panting heavily. by the time heâs done youâre both sticky with sweat, breathing like youâve just run a marathon.
you let out a long sigh, feeling exhausted but satisfied. silence settles over the studio, the music long stopped, but you canât tell if itâs a good silence or a bad silence.
you realize youâd closed your eyes while jun was cumming, and when you donât feel his touch anymore, you slowly pry them open again, wondering where he went.Â
you prop your head up in your hands and look behind you to see jun hastily pulling on his boxers and jeans.Â
your jaw drops in horror. youâd thought, with his inexperience, he wouldnât be like all the other guys who fuck and then take off, but apparently, you thought wrong.
âjun!â
his head whips around as he pulls his zipper up, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
âare you seriously gonna just leave?â
his mouth falls open. âno! of course not! i was just putting my pants back on.â
your expression softens. âoh,â you say quietly, face flushing at having jumped to conclusions so quickly. âsorry.â
âwhy would i wanna leave after this?â he frowns, looking genuinely appalled at the mere idea that someone might do that. âyouâre still here.â
âi thought, sinceââ you start, then pause. discussion for another time. ânevermind, itâs not important. but why were you putting your pants on like you were gonna leave?â
youâre the one feeling embarrassed, but itâs junhui that turns red and starts stuttering. âwell, iâ um, i didnât want you to⊠seeâŠâ
you laugh and put your head back in your arms. when you donât say anything, he calls out your name nervously, and you look back over at him.
âjunnie, your dick was just in me. twice. i donât care what it looks like.â
âokay,â he says shyly, but his fingers still fumble with the button of his jeans.
you sigh once he finishes adjusting his pants. whatever makes him more comfortable, you suppose. âjun, can you⊠help me clean up now, please?â you ask timidly.
he glances over at you, looking like heâs about to ask why you need help, but then he sees you still bent awkwardly over the table and his cum still covering your back, and his eyes widen. âoh! shit, yeahâ yes, iâm so sorry, i willââ he stammers, almost tripping over his backpack in his hurry to go get a tissue from the box by the door.
you sigh, more exhausted than mad, knowing you canât really fault him. he comes back over a second later, gripping a wadded-up handful of tissues.
he drops them on your back and begins wiping at your skin, gingerly cleaning you off. when heâs satisfied with his work, he balls up the tissues and tosses them into the small can by the door.
âoh!â he says, realizing. âi think we have antibacterial wipes in here too, do you want me to use one of those? er, wait, i donât know if theyâre safe for skinâŠâ
with your back (mostly) clean again, you stand up, wincing at the ache in your hips. âitâs fine, donât worry about it. iâll shower when i get home.â
you limp over to your chair, picking up your clothes and sitting down to start getting dressed again.
when jun finishes pulling his shirt over his head and looks over at you he gasps, seeing the bruises across your hips and tummy. âholy shit! did i do that?â he asks, looking horrified, and you look down to check.
âoh. yeah, that and the table,â you shrug, hooking your bra behind your back.
âiâm sorry,â he says, voice quivering, and he genuinely looks like heâs about to cry until you convince him youâre alright and he didnât do anything wrong.
âitâs not supposed to hurt, though, i thought,â he frowns. âi donât want to hurt you. i loâ um, like you,â he says, âwhy would i want to hurt you?â he catches himself quickly, but you heard what he started to say. you decide now isnât the best moment for you to bring it up, so you leave it alone.
âsometimes people like it when it hurts. sometimes people like it not to hurt. everybodyâs different,â you tell him instead.
he nods, thinking. âi⊠liked this,â he says finally.
you smile, finishing putting the last of your clothes back on. âgood, iâm glad. youâre supposed to enjoy it.â
âdid⊠you like it?â he asks tentatively.
âyes, i did like it,â you giggle, and he beams, clearly proud of himself. and he should be. obviously it wasnât the most perfect of your life, but when is it ever? it was close enough to perfect that it might as well be.
âyou live on campus, right? so i donât need to walk you to your car?â he asks, grabbing his jacket that somehow fell on the floor and tossing it onto his chair as he starts to shut everything down in the studio.
you sigh. damn, youâd forgot about this part. sure, a couple hours ago you could walk just fine to the communications building on the complete opposite side of campus, but you hadnât planned on getting railed within an inch of your life so you hadnât exactly thought to bring your car. âyeah, but i⊠itâs on the south end, and i probably wonât be able to walk very far,â you mumble, avoiding his gaze. âiâll take the shuttle.â
he frowns. âiâm not gonna let you take the bus. i can give you a ride.â
âyou donât need to, jun.â
âyes, i do,â he says assertively, and it startles you enough to meet his eyes. you havenât ever heard his voice that firm, and when you look up his expression is as equally determined as his tone. not that youâd ever admit it to him, but it is kind of⊠hot.
you decide not to argue with him, knowing you wonât be able to change his mind anyway. you nod an âokayâ, and his face instantly brightens to the awkward, nerdy jun youâre used to, beaming like he did when you first agreed to another date, back in the cafĂ© what feels like ages ago.
âare you doing anything tonight?â you ask, watching him shut down the equipment and turn all the knobs and dials to an off position.
âno. i mean, i was gonna catch up on my show, but then, i didnât expect for⊠this, to happen, soâŠâ he shrugs. âi donât know.â
âdo you wanna come over? i⊠i mean, not to do anything. just⊠wanna be with you.â your voice comes out smaller than you intend it to, but jun still hears you loud and clear.
âyeah,â he grins. âyeah, that would be really cool.â
he pauses, looking like he wants to ask you something but not sure if he should. âcan i give you a hug?â he says finally.
you smile. only junhui would ask for something as small and sweet as a hug after having sex. âyes, please.â
he crosses the room in two strides, barely giving you time to process before heâs squeezing you in his arms. you sigh and automatically melt into his arms, inhaling the perfumey scent of his cologne lingering on his wrinkled clothes.
it feels⊠good, being cared about.
he finishes shutting everything down quickly and grabs his things, swinging his backpack over his shoulder as he flips off the lights and closes the door behind you, making sure itâs locked before heading down the stairs.
you hate the way your legs tremble going down the steps, cursing him for being so good at his first time, because who the hell is that good their first time? already at the bottom of the stairs, jun looks back to see where you are and why you arenât beside him, and, seeing you gripping onto the side railing for support, he dashes back up the steps two at a time to grab your arm and help you.
âyou werenât kidding when you said you couldnât walk,â he giggles, holding the door open for you, and oh my god you want to hit him. âdoes that always happen? i thought people always just made that up to sound cool.â
âyes, i wasnât kidding, and no, it doesnât always,â you mutter, face heating in embarrassment. âdepends on the person and how rough it is.â
his smile widens, the implied meaning of your words sinking in. âso what youâre saying is, my diââ
âjunnie, if you finish that sentence, i swear to god i will never have sex with you ever again.â
he giggles, but he shuts his mouth, helping you the rest of the way to his car in silence. this time you know for sure, itâs a good silence.
his car is nicer than youâd expect a manâs car to be: clean and fairly organized, and thereâs no half-eaten fast food in the backseat. he swings open the door for you and tries to help you sit down, but you swat his hand away.
he jogs around to the driver side door and slides into the seat, slamming it shut behind him. he buckles up, then grabs a candy cane from the pile in the cupholder and holds it out to you. âcandy cane?â
âiâm⊠good,â you laugh, forcing yourself not to make a joke about having better things to suck on. why does he even have those in his car?
the ride to your apartment complex is pleasant. as expected from the radio man himself, as soon as the key is in the ignition, he turns the radio on, humming along to every song. you find yourself spending most of the drive staring at him, studying the tiny features in his cheeks when he smiles and the way his adamâs apple bobs when he hums.
after a shower, clean pajamas, and a raid of your refrigerator for snacks and something to drink, youâre snuggled up on the couch with jun, catching up on the show he wanted to watch. itâs the middle of some random season and you have no idea whatâs going on, but you donât care. just being here with him is more than enough for you, and youâre glad heâs enjoying being here, too.
âdo you have a voice kink?â he asks suddenly at one of the commercials.
you nearly choke on your gatorade. âiâ well, i mean⊠i didnât used to, butâŠâ you sputter out, your cheeks burning in embarrassment. âwhere did you even hear that?â
âjeonghan said you might.â
you scoff. you still havenât met junhuiâs broadcasting partner yet, but you already have some choice words in mind for him when you do finally get to have the pleasure of meeting him. âwell, tell him to keep his thoughts to himself,â you say, taking another smaller sip and avoiding his grin.
âso is that a yes?â
you roll your eyes and ignore him, which might as well be a yes, but you choose not to admit it. you know you definitely need to talk to him about⊠everything, but he seems so happy right now, you donât want to risk ruining the evening.
but luckily for you, he brings it up himself at the next commercial break.
âhow long do i have to wait until i can ask you to be my girlfriend?â he says, muting the tv and looking over at you.
you laugh. âwere we not⊠already?â you ask. âweâve been on, like, four dates. usually that part happens before you have sex.â
he looks a little disappointed, for some reason. not exactly the reaction youâd expect when someone tells you they want to keep seeing you. âoh. um, wellâŠâ he starts, scratching at the back of his neck. âi planned it all out, i was gonna do this big thing and ask you. i thought i was supposed to. i meant to do it earlier, butâŠâ he trails off, cheeks turning pink.
your expression softens. âyou⊠can ask me now,â you say, putting your hand on his thigh.
âokay.â he clears his throat, sitting up straighter on the couch. âwill you be my girlfriend?â
you try not to laugh at how serious he is, knowing heâs really, really trying. âyes, of course,â you reply, trying to match his seriousness.
âis that okay? that i didnât do it right?â he asks nervously, fiddling with the hem of the blanket covering your laps.
you smile and bring your hand up to his cheek, pulling him towards you to give him a quick kiss. âyou did it perfect, junnie.â
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three men and a slut
member  | seungcheol x vernon x chan x fem reader
genre  | smut
word count  | ~2,700
warnings  | foursome, car sex, dom!cheol, sub!vernon, sub!chan, switch!reader, pet names (princess, puppy, baby, good girl), name calling (slut, whore), possessive cheol, fingering, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism, voyeurism, humiliation, degradation, a little manhandling, some choking, a teeny bit of objectification ?, masturbation (m), creampie (they don't discuss birth control so BE SAFE), no mentions of alcohol but it's kinda implied they're a little tipsy, they're still aware enough to consent though!!, there's no clear relationships but it's mentioned that cheol & reader used to hook up, this is just really rough and nasty car sex, if i missed any please lmk!
notes  | lowercase intended. this is technically the first threesome (well- foursome) i've written so feedback would be really helpful! also i don't usually write sub!idol just bc i personally am not experienced being a dom so that's why i usually write sub!reader, but for this i wanted to try writing it :) also don't laugh at my title i think i'm very clever and funny. this is written completely targeted at @duhnova i hope you suffer (lovingly) merry christmas heathen <3 please note since this was written with nova in mind it may have some things that not everybody enjoys so don't feel obligated to read if it's not something you're into! everybody has different tastes. for those that read it, i hope you like it hehe - đ june
minors dni - you will be blocked.
âchan will be hereâ soon,â you call behind you, stumbling over a crack in the sidewalk as you walk to go sit at a bench outside the club.Â
vernon follows behind you, his jacket slung over his shoulder. âare you⊠coming back to my place?â
âmhm!â you giggle, sloppily pressing your lips against his. your tongue delves into his mouth as he whimpers, his hands falling to your hips and squeezing, pulling you against him so you can feel he's already half hard.
with public indecency charges the furthest thing from your mind, youâre almost considering undressing him right here and now, until a pair of bright white lights engulfs you and a shrill honk sounds behind you.
reluctantly you pull away from vernon, and he quickly reaches out to wipe the little bit of drool from your mouth as you turn towards the black suv.
âhiii, channie!â you sing out as you fling open the back door, vernon teetering after you.
he smiles, calling your name. "so where am i taking you now? your house, or vernon's?"
"mine," vernon says, helping you into the car with a grin before sliding into the passenger seat himself.
the drive starts out fine. until you look up at vernon in the front seat, hooded eyes watching the streetlights go by, and you begin thinking to yourself how pretty his face would be when you sit on his cock.
so you tell him so.
"you wanna⊠what?" he says, turning around in his seat to face you, his cheeks dusted with pink.
"well, it's not like i haven't before," you frown, scooching to the edge of your seat so you can lean forward to hear him better.
vernon sighs. "not in front of chan, though."
âyou know i can hear you guys, right? iâm literally right here,â chan mutters, his eyes glued to the road. ânow sit back in the seat and put your seatbelt on, or iâll pull over.â
âwell, you can join,â you sulk, but you slide back into the seat. âyou donât have to be so grouchy about it. do you want me to suck your dick? you probably have a really nice dick, too, would probably fit so nice in my mouth."
vernon whines about something in the front seat, but you canât hear him, so you lean forward again to hear him. chan sees you out of the corner of his eye and glares at you, turning off at the next freeway exit and pulling into the first empty parking lot.
âcan you justâ do whatever it is you need to do so i can take you home safely?â he asks, exasperated.
âsure, if you donât mind watching. or participating,â you say, already climbing up over the center console to sit yourself on vernonâs lap before chan can say anything.
youâre already starting to grind down onto him, but vernon stills your hips and looks over at chan, then back at you. âbaby, we can wait til we get back home. don't make him watch if he doesn't want to."
you pout. âno, i want him to watch,â you whine, sliding your hands along vernonâs arms. âwant him to see how good you make me feel.â
you look at vernon, and vernon looks over at chan. he coughs awkwardly, his face a bright shade of red that's only half visible in the moonlight. "i⊠never said i didn't wanna watch," he says finally.
"see! told you," you tell vernon, smacking his shoulder lightly.Â
you turn back to face them, both their eyes watching you intently.
"so. who wants to do what first?"
while youâve been caught up with the two men in the car with you, at the other end of the parking lot, seungcheol is just locking up at his closing shift.
the lot is empty, except for one car a few rows down from his, which is⊠odd, considering itâs after three in the morning. and when he looks closer, he notices theyâve got their hazard lights on.Â
so of course, he canât just leave without checking it out. somebody might be in trouble.
and somebody is in trouble. you, for cumming without permission, as vernonâs fingers are deep inside your cunt and you lean across the seat to bob your head up and down on chanâs lap.
âcan feel you throbbing on my fingers,â vernon moans. he leans his head forward to kiss your hip, but it quickly turns into a bite, his teeth skimming over your ass as he sucks deep bruises into your skin.Â
seungcheol is just about to knock on the window and ask if whoeverâs inside needs help, when his jaw falls open at the sight in front of him. oh, the way his eyes go wide when he sees your ass, plastered against the passenger side window, your dripping pussy spread open on display with vernonâs fingers shoved into you for anyone who might walk by to see; your pretty lips wrapped around the driverâs girthy cock, spit pooling around the base of it from how hard youâre sucking.
youâre all so consumed with each other, drinking in how pretty you all look all fucked out already, that you donât even notice your friend watching until vernon moans, rolling his head to the side and seeing seungcheol standing outside, face contorted with emotion.
vernon leans over to tap your shoulder to get your attention, then motions to the window, finally sliding his fingers out of you and wiping your wetness on your breasts.
you turn around, drool trickling from the corners of your mouth as you wipe your hand across your face, smearing it across your chin. you break into a grin and sit back onto vernonâs lap, reaching behind you to open his door. âhi, cheollie.â
chan looks up, breathing heavily as he struggles to recover from the feeling of your perfect, wet little mouth on him. âyo-you know him?â he pants.
âwe⊠used to hook up,â seungcheol says, and if you werenât so distracted by a million other things you might have noticed the cold tone to his voice. âlooks like youâve moved on, huh, princess?â
âand what if i have?â you giggle, raising an eyebrow daringly.
he tsks, his features morphing into a look you know all too well. âif iâd have known iâd see you tonight, i wouldâve brought your collar, puppy,â he says with a sly grin that has vernon and chanâs mouths falling open in shock.
you sit back, placing your hands on vernon's chest. "well, you can join in, too. don't be a brat now, cheollie."
he scoffs. "princess, i think the only brat here is you."
you roll your eyes and point to the back door as you wrap your hand around vernon's cock, slowly beginning to move up and down. "door's unlocked. take it or leave it."
seungcheol just smirks, taking off his jacket and yanking open the door to slide into the backseat.
vernon whimpers as you curl your hand around him, the tips of your manicured nails gently scraping down his length as he bucks up into your hand.
you bring your other hand up to his cheek to kiss him. "you're the lucky one tonight, darling," you tell him. "you get to fuck me."
he groans, and he swears he'll cum on the spot, but then you're sinking down onto his cock and the car fills with his pretty sounds.
as he starts to find a rhythm, you lean back over and reattach your mouth to chanâs cock, painfully hard from so much happening all at once. precum drools from his tip, red and throbbing, and he sighs in relief when you finally begin to swirl your tongue around him.
cheol positions himself in the backseat, muscular legs spread wide as he watches three pretty little sluts whining in the front seat.
he's fine with sitting back and observing for now. he's fucked you enough times, had you in so many positions before, that it's almost nice to have the chance to see someone else ruin you.
but of course, both you and he know that no one makes you cum like he does; even these two cute men you have fawning over you every move, they can't make you scream their names like you would his.
so for now he sits back, patiently waiting for his turn, so he can show these two what it really means to give someone pleasure.
"i'm so close, babâprincess," vernon moans, correcting himself automatically after hearing the names seungcheol called you by earlier.
you clench around him, not used to hearing the familiar word on his lips.
"please, m'bout to cum, can iâŠ" he pants, "âŠinside? please, iâ"
"no."
the deep, stern voice that comes from the backseat is so unexpected, vernon's hips stutter, his orgasm falling away in a matter of seconds.
"you don't get to cum inside," cheol says, finally moving to unbuckle his pants and slip them onto the floor. "that's my job, and my job only." his hard cock slaps against his stomach, aching at the feeling of finally being freed from his pants.
"come on back here, slut," he says gruffly, motioning with two fingers. the same fingers you've had stuffed in your mouth, your cunt, every one of your holes, and that you can't help but imagine cumming on againâ even after you've cum so many times already.
you whine but you comply, lifting your hips and letting vernon's cock slip out of you as he lets out a long, low groan.
he twists around in his seat, watching you climb back into the backseat.
"well, what are we supposed to do now?" he whines, gripping his cock with one hand.
"watch," seungcheol barks out, and to your surprise, vernon obeys, sitting back in his seat without complaining, his neck craned behind him to see what you're doing.
cheol grabs you by your shoulders and manhandles you into the seat on all fours, one hand wrapped around the back of your neck.
you wiggle your ass and he gives it a smack, so loud it cuts through the air.
"you ready, little brat?" he growls, rubbing at your skin where his slap left a mark.
"ple-ase?" you whimper, exaggerating the word. it's nowhere near as much begging as he'd usually require, but he's still a guest in this car, so he lets it go. if you ever call him for another late-night fuck, he'll be sure to make you beg twice as hard to make up for it then.
with one hand still grasping your neck, he uses his other hand to line himself up with you, finally pushing into you and bottoming out with one thrust.
he laughs at the way you whine, your hands gripping onto the edge of the seat. "forgotten what it's like to have a real cock in you, hm?" he teases.
you vaguely register vernon whimpering from the front seat, and out of the corner of your eye you can see his hand jerking up and down rapidly, no doubt building himself back up to the orgasm that cheol ruined just minutes ago.
cheol doesn't move, so you begin pushing your hips back against his, setting your own pace as he simply sits there, letting you fuck yourself on him.
but, as you're used to with him, he only allows you to do this for a minute or two before he's gripping your neck more tightly and thrusting into you.
you yelp at the sudden change of pace, your head falling forward as you hang onto the seat beneath you for dear life.
"you like it like this, don't you?" he groans, his hips slamming against yours so hard you're sure they'll leave your ass bruised when heâs finished. "my little whore, so greedy for a nice, thick cock, you'll do anything, won't you?"
you know he's expecting an answer, but his brutal pace barely allows you time to breathe, let alone speak. so all you can do is whimper in agreement, trying your best to nod but getting lost in the motion of his perfectly angled thrusts that have your knees shaking.
"three of us here with our own personal slut, to use however we want," he continues, giving your ass another hard slap that makes you clench around him.
with quite a bit of effort, you manage to lift your head to see how your other partners are doing.
vernon is still turned around, intensely focused on watching you, and he still has his hand around his cock, pumping furiously. his eyes dart back and forth between your cunt, where cheol is relentlessly fucking into you, and your face, where your features are probably scrunched up in pleasure.
chan must've just cum, and for a second you're disappointed you missed itâ you would've loved to have seen the pretty faces he makes when his orgasm overtakes him. but then you see the way his head falls back against the headrest, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, and you're just happy you get to see him like this afterwards. both his hand and the steering wheel in front of him are covered in thick, white ropes.
one particularly well-timed thrust brings your attention back to the man fucking you, your arms buckling and you fall to your elbows, back arched and ass in the air.
"are you gonna cum, little slut?" he coos, his voice deceivingly sweet. "go on, princess, cum all over my cock."
and like magic you feel your walls contract at his words, an orgasm you didn't even see coming hitting you with so much force you nearly fall off the seat.Â
it feels like your high lasts forever, wave after wave of immense pleasure slamming into you as cheol fucks you through your orgasm, not once letting up.
he leans over you, wrapping one muscular arm around your body and holding you close. "you still want me to cum inside?" he breathes into your ear, and you nod rapidly, humming out a 'yes' as best you can.
"p-please, ch-cheollieâŠ" you murmur, your eyes squeezed shut as you struggle to recover. "wanna f-feel you. wanna be f-full of you."
"good girl." you can feel him smile against your skin before he lets go, sitting back up and bringing both his hands to your hips, giving him more momentum to push himself into you.
every thrust starts hitting deeper than the last, a telltale sign he's getting close, too.
with a guttural moan he buries his cock in you one last time, pushing in all the way to the hilt before you hear him let go and you can feel each rope of thick cum that he pumps into you.
when he's finally finished cumming, he lets out a long exhale, his hands gliding over your body soothingly. he stays inside you for another minute before he pulls out, his cum already beginning to leak out of you, spilling down your trembling thighs. immediately you push your fingers into yourself to keep it in, and cheol grins. "mm. good, obedient whore," he coos, the sweetness in his voice no longer fake as he leaves one more playful smack to your aching rear.
you look up to see vernon, who came all over himself, his shirt stained with white as he sits in the passenger seat, eyes fluttering shut.
chan, having gotten over his orgasm earlier, is pouting in the driver's seat, complaining about how he's going to have to deep-clean his car again after it's been thoroughly covered in cum.
and finally, cheol. he slips his pants back on, struggling a bit in the cramped space, then opens the back door and hops out of the car.
he nods at the two in the front. "nice meeting you. now take good care of her."
vernon opens his mouth to say something, but quickly closes it, deciding not to.Â
seungcheol waves behind him as he walks across the lot to his car.
"you know where to find me if you want me again."
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