candlelitvamp

[candlelitvamp]

mute and smash

pairing: gamer!bf!jooyeon x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) ── 1.3k words

✎… established relationship, bratty!reader, cockwarming, light sub/dom dynamic, edging kink, pet names

a.note ! a fun little collab with @xhfics check out her story too ♡

( masterlist )

“Did someone purr?” Jiseok’s voice comes out loud as ever yet laced in obvious confusion.

Jooyeon quickly mutes his mic and looks at you over his shoulder.

“Babe, seriously.” His jaw tightens. “Can I just do one game?”

“But… I’m not even doing anything.” You tilt your head in mock surrender, your fingers still doing those damn gentle circles on his shoulder. “I’m just watching.”

But you are… doing something.

Your hands rub patterns on his chest as your arms stay loosely draped over his shoulders.

Your lips softly trace the skin of his neck.

Even your scent is distracting… you just got out of the shower and you smell so sweet, like coconut and expensive perfume. If you don’t go away soon it’s going to wrap his mind into a fog.

He wants to snap at you, and he’s close to - not in a mean way, not scream at you, but… reclaim a little bit of his personal time and space.

The headset starts buzzing with his friends’ voices. Jooyeon forces his eyes back on the screen; brows knit together from tension due to how fast the game is moving.

Your lips brush against his skin again; this time higher, along his sharp jawline. Almost a kiss.

“I’m your good luck charm, remember?” You bite your lip mischievously.

Jooyeon doesn’t flinch but his mic picks up a breath he hadn’t meant to let out.

He’s fully focus mode. Or trying to seem like he is.

“Dude, you saw that, right?” His other friend Hyeongjun, the quieter from the three of them, gasps.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jooyeon’s eyes dart at the flashing screen. The keyboard fills the room with intense clicking noise as his fingertips move speedily.

His face is completely neutral as you step closer, moving one leg across his lap. After you take a seat, his arms do not waste a second and immediately hurry to readjust around you.

He must’ve seen you’re wearing nothing except one of his t-shirts, right?

Your fingers instinctively slip under the hem of his hoodie, grazing his skin despite the risks.

“Are you winning, baby?” You whisper in false innocence; your gaze, gleaming dreamily, lands upon his pink lips.

The sight of them is enough to tease the arousal already lingering inside you - you roll your hips against him, feeling his soft dick beneath the pair of sweatpants.

Good. He’s once again, not wearing any underwear.

“Trying to,” he mutters in response. Firm and low.

“Relax,” you murmur softly, planting a wet kiss on the side of his neck. “You got this, baby.”

As you move again, Jooyeon lets out an intense breath, but he says nothing. He pretends you’re not there.

Until he feels you dragging his sweatpants down.

That’s when his eyes directly meet yours which is the worst that could happen.

As you’re still on the floor, kneeling at his feet, you look up at with those wide, aroused eyes. Cheeks flushed and lips parted just enough to make his heart skip.

I’m not doing anything wrong written all over your face.

“You good, man?” Jiseok asks.

Jooyeon cusses under his breath, forcing his gaze back on the game.

“Yeah, all good,” he replies tightly, adjusting in his seat.

His headset is still on, the game is still running, Jiseok yelling something about positioning or whatever… it all blurs for a moment, because your hand twists around his cock - just the way he likes it - turning him harder with each passing second.

It all gets worse when you return on his lap but this time - simultaneously swallowing him with your pussy; from tip to base.

Jooyeon’s head presses against the back of his chair; his throat gulping as you adjust around him.

Once he looks at you, you can see it in his eyes - he’s frenzied. But also unable to comprehend why are you so soaked.

“Told you,” you blink innocently.

“Dude! Are you playing with your eyes closed?!”

“Chill,” Jooyeon says, glancing away from you; his voice roughens. “I’m coming.”

“You’ve been coming for like five minutes,” Jiseok complains.

“Nice phrasing,” Hyeongjun murmurs casually.

“I swear to God—“ Jooyeon grits his teeth.

You lean forward, slipping fingers through his hair. Slow and soothing. A gentle gesture of comfort, but to him… it’s like gasoline.

You don’t even tug or anything, you just move fingertips through the soft strands, and still - his breath catches. The way it does when you’re pulling on them when he’s f—

No.

He’s not going to think about that. He’s not even going to look at you. He can’t.

The game.

“Okay, everyone focus!” Jiseok yells as the game continues for a while. “ON YOUR LEFT!!! GUYS—“

Jooyeon shifts - not because of his teammate’s warning but because his body starts to move without his permission.

The moment a muffled moan accidentally spills from your lips is the same moment his character loses the match.

“Oh damn,” Jiseok exhales in disappointment. “Are you planning on playing today or you’re just here for emotional support?”

“Shut up,” Jooyeon murmurs before pausing - to wait for the warm wave in his body to pass. “I just… misclicked.”

Your touch trails heat down the back of his neck, your pussy walls, tight and hot, clench ever so slightly. He swears he can feel your heartbeat thumping against his chest.

“Dude, you didn’t even move,” Jiseok shoots back.

You haven’t spoken in a few minutes. However, he can bet you still have that maddening look of innocence on your face.

Jooyeon lets out a tight laugh - humourless and strained. Sometimes, when he’s really pissed off, he laughs like that. You’re unsure if the warning in his laughter is directed at you or Jiseok, though.

Could be both.

Another match begins. It’s all good and calm for a while. But you start feeling very needy. The need’s been simmering beneath your skin all day, and now it’s starting to ache.

Your thighs twitch. Unintentionally, your pussy that’s been leaking desperately, strengthens its grip. Still, somehow you stay quiet. A few soft sighs and hums escape between you, but nothing louder than that.

Until Jooyeon loses one more time and he fails to hold back his frustration.

“For fuck’s sake!” His voice cuts sharp.

And then, without thinking, without even meaning to - he bucks into you. Cussing at the game and the growing pressure coiling tight in his core.

Even if you had time to prepare and swallow your moan properly, you wouldn’t have succeeded.

Having Jooyeon’s dick pushed deeply into you without a warning like that is something that inevitably will pull out a reaction from your mouth.

“Uhm…” you hear Jiseok puzzled. “What was that? Dude, you’re acting so weird today… right? Hyeongjun, back me up.”

Instead of answering, Jooyeon exhales sharply, his eyes fluttering shut as he presses his forehead to yours.

His hands leave the desk, abandoning the game entirely, and slide to your waist. His commanding grip guides you back and forth - a deliberate rhythm against his lap.

Finally, a proper wave of pleasure has his cock throbbing; rushing to push him over the edge.

You barely manage to hold back. A silent whine builds in your throat, your mouth falls open to almost release it.

The headset crackles again.

“Wait, where’s Hyeongjun? Did he dip? Am I solo here?”

You’re so, so close… after holding him inside you for so long, you need so little.

You’re seconds away from one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever experienced when Jooyeon shifts his hands beneath your ass cheeks, gripping tight to support your moves even better.

“Dude.” Jiseok blurts out; finally connecting the dots after a clear pornographic sound invades his headset. “Ew! I’m reporting you.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

♡ taglist: @sweet-dreaming-girl @zelinkcrossing @raeisms @seomisaho

[candlelitvamp]

God, I don't even have small boobs, but that post made me lose my mind, especially jooyeon... Would you be down to do one with a reader with big boobs?? where they're a bit insecure about them because of sagging

I would love for you to include junhan and Jooyeon, but its totally up to you

tags: sub!fem!reader, descriptions of big boobs, slight insecurity implied, breast play, praise and body worship, spit kink | 18+

jungsu has fascination for your breasts; he praises your entire body a lot, in and out of the bedroom, but especially your big boobs. sometimes when you’re on top, he compliments them so much while squishing them with his hands, that you can’t help but look away, slightly flustered from his special attention

“hey, look at me, pretty,” he tilts your chin, directing your gaze at him; and he loves it all so much… how you’re still slightly coy after all these months of dating, how you still lose your breath when he attaches his sensual lips to your boobs, holding them like they’re something precious - and to him, they really are. “told you that i’m going to have my time with them tonight, right? they looked so good in that dress, baby, but they look even better in my hands.”

big boobs are junhan’s biggest weakness. he can spend so many minutes gazing at them, but also sucking on them, just jiggling them in his palms like they’re his personal stress ball; and the bigger they are, the better for him and his tongue that loves roaming freely around, cherishing the taste of your body

he gains pleasure from both the look of big boobs and the feeling they carry. the sight of his tattoed fingers, with chopped black nail polish, vivid veins and metal rings, sinking into your warm flesh excites him so much, he can’t help but cuss quietly, giving you slow yet strong squeezes. “what are you talking about,” he murmurs softly, but the tension of his lust is evident in his low voice, “they’re fuckin’ perfect, just look at them… they feel so nice too… so soft, i wanna eat them...”

and his grip tightens more and more the longer he stays above you, kneading at them with thumbs flicking over your nipples, hot breaths brushing against your bare skin as the erotic sight of your boobs trapped inside his palms makes his mouth salivate; perhaps that’s why he spits all over them so much, he can’t fight back the drooling once your breasts are spilling from your bra

jooyeon adores playing in all sorts of ways with all kinds of boobs, but his excitement is through the roof when they’re big; and if they’re sagging, then he only gets hungrier, toying around by constantly catching them with his mouth when you’re on top. boobs are just one of his biggest sources of entertainment

“come here, give them to me,” he grins sometimes, lifting your shirt, “they want to play.”

and once your flesh is in his mouth, he can’t let go; he’s like a puppy with a bone, sucking and drooling, delightful groans and grunts leaving his throat at the sweet taste as he shuts his eyes in pleasure; his fingers gripping what he can’t fit

something he does all the time (along with asking you to jerk him off with them) is asking you to touch them while he fucks you missionary. “play with these pretty tits, baby… c’mon, show them off… fuck, they drive me crazy.” he genuinely can’t help it - the bouncing in front of his eyes make him lose his mind, he has to see you hold them, squish them, anything… “do you realise it now? how crazy you make me feel, hm? how badly you turn me on with these big tits of yours? you get it now, baby?” he leans over and drops a string of spit on your chest to make it glistening

a.note ! happy to hear you enjoyed that post! i really hope you enjoy this one too, i hope i did your ask justice <3

[candlelitvamp]

ZOMBIEBOY

pairing: non-idol!jungsu x fem!reader | perv!jungsu x perv!reader

genre: smut w/ plot, angst ( 18+ ) ── 5.6k words

with danger lurking behind every door of your elite college, suddenly your survival comes down to one thing - favour for favour with your former high school enemy kim jungsu. starving and desperate, you’re willing to do anything to take a bite of the candy bar he hides in his pocket

c.w ! mentions of blood, death, murder, bullying (i don’t go in details but please skip this one if these topics make you feel any kind of uncomfortable!)

✎… uni/college au, zombie apocalypse, richboy!jungsu, sub!reader, corruption kink, unprotected sex, solo masturbation, praise mixed with condescension, pet names, oral fixation, gagging, dirty talk, name calling (slut once)

a.note ! inspired by the series all of us are dead and a dream i had the night after i watched it; jungsu is loosely based on gwinam

( masterlist )

You make sure to avoid two things - zombies, and Kim Jungsu.

The first is obvious and needs no explanation. The second… well, you’ve been dodging him long before the virus. Jungsu has been a problem since high school. For as long as you can remember he’s been smug and dishonest. Charming when it serves him, kind when it benefits him. Always surrounded by a pack of sycophants who laugh a little too hard at his jokes just so they can keep their spot in his popular circle.

Everyone knows he discards people the moment they stop being useful.

Back then, he made your weeks hell - always teasing, condescending. Guilt-tripping you to do his homework, to write his English essays (even when the topic was as simple as how did you spend summer break), forcing you to help him cheat during tests.

He never missed a chance to chime in whenever the other guys in your class made jokes at your expense. He didn’t need a reason - it was entertainment. It was funny to him how hard they were trying to impress him in all sorts of ways too.

And all of that, he did while wearing his trademark smile - soft and alluring. Because nothing he could say or do could be that big of a problem. You were just too sensitive.

Since the day you both set foot on campus, nothing about him has changed. You, due to countless sleepless nights and relentless studying, he - due to his father’s name.

You don’t see him as often anymore - college is way bigger, and your circles don’t have a reason to overlap, but you’ve run into him enough times to know he’s still the same.

The only thing that’s changed is that his mocking comes with a twist now - about how much you’ve blossomed; how hot you’ve become. And when you don’t thank him for the backhanded compliment, he frowns, of course.

As if he’s making you a favour by noticing the changes in your appearance.

Maybe if he had called you pretty or hot few years ago, you would’ve thanked him. You’re almost sure of it. Even though he gave you a hard time, your crush never really faded, not completely. Just like many other girls in your school, you were swooning over his charming looks too.

In the beginning, you liked him so much that you fooled yourself into thinking that his behaviour was just a cover for something else - that maybe he secretly liked you too. After all, wasn’t that what moms always used to say? If a boy teases you or pulls your hair, it means he likes you.

For a while, you believed it. But eventually you saw it for what it was, and you knew that the best thing to do was to stay away.

You’ve always done your best in avoiding Kim Jungsu.

But for some reason, the universe insists on shoving him back into your life.

Even now, as you’re trapped in an abandoned lecture hall, waiting for your death. Because, let’s be honest - you don’t exactly have the skills to survive in a time like this.

Luckily, at least you weren’t alone. You had crossed paths with this freshman with whom you managed to take shifts keeping watch through the nights.

But if you had known that this exact freshman would be the reason behind Jungsu crashing back into your life, you would’ve made a different choice than trusting him.

One second you feel a hand - rough and calloused. Slammed over your mouth, muffling your scream. The next - sheer panic, rushing through your veins.

And then, you see Jungsu.

He’s leaning over you with palm pressing against your lips.

“Shh,” he whispers, flicking his gaze towards the door then back to you. “Keep it down, they’re going to hear you.”

Your terrified eyes quickly scan his face. It’s stained with dried blood, but you’d still recognise him anywhere. His manipulative but sensually shaped lips. His familiar eyes, holding much more darkness than they did before.

Once he makes sure you won’t scream, he uncovers your mouth slowly, stepping back.

Immediately, you feel your bones weakening, releasing some of the fear and leaving extra space for anger to rise. You get on your feet with a hand on your chest.

“Look who’s here,” he murmurs, “sleeping like a baby while the whole building is crawling with zombies.” A humorless smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

How did he…

“I let him in.” The freshman whose name you still haven’t bothered to ask for calls out of the other side of the room.

You don’t even glance at his direction, you can’t look away from Jungsu. His chest heaves quickly like he had been running. His white button up that probably costs half your wardrobe is torn at the sleeve, his black shirt underneath is smudged with dirt and something else.

In his one hand there’s a knife - a bloody one. But his face… it looks too calm for someone who just stepped over dead bodies to get here.

“I don’t want you here,” you snarl, creating a safe distance between the two of you. “Leave.”

He doesn’t move, though. Instead, he allows his eyes to sweep the dusty floor.

“Why would I leave?” He lets out a quick breath that comes off more as a laugh of disbelief. “I can just get rid of you two and have the room all to myself.”

“Wait! You can’t!” The freshman stands up from the corner, his voice trembles in fear. “You can’t make us…”

“Nobody’s talking to you,” Jungsu says flatly.

He tilts his head up, and the two of you glare at each other.

“Get out!” Your elevating voice cracks unpleasantly.

“Keep your fucking voice down,” he hisses, taking a deliberate step forward.

The blade in his hand lifts in the air - not too high, but it moves enough to feel like a threat.

“I got here first.”

“Do you own the place?” Jungsu’s brows furrow as his tone lowers from frustration. “Have you forgotten who my father is? How much he’s done for this dump?”

“That means nothing now,” you say, calmer than you’d expect. Your eyes lock with his. “You’re still going to die. Just like the rest of us.”

A moment of silence falls between you.

You can’t believe that your paths cross even when the world is falling apart.

But you’re not susprised to see he’s alive.

What surprises you is that he’s alone. Jungsu was never alone - his little group of idiots followed him everywhere. They wouldn’t leave each other during an apocalypse. They’d rely on numbers than anything else. Which means… they’re all gone.

It also means that Jungsu is determined, he’ll do anything to survive. You bet he doesn’t hesitate to put others in danger, and that’s why you don’t want him around you.

You watch his eyes narrow, his jaw flexing as he stands close to you.

“Go back to sleep.”

It’s all he says.

The rest of the day passes in brittle silence. The muffled groans of the dead keep echoing from outside, not giving you a chance to go back to sleep. The freshman hasn’t said a word since your confontation with Jungsu. He used to yap a lot, mostly about things that don’t interest you, but it was still a distraction you didn’t mind… but now he’s probably afraid of being kicked out so he keeps his mouth shut.

In the evening, things change. You catch him rubbing his nose with a trembling hand. It’s probably an itch, but then his eyes widen with panic.

Your gazes meet across the room. The fear is striking, it tells you everything you need to know. The way he immediately tries to hide the blood on his skin too.

“Are you okay?” You ask; the suspicion in your voice echoes loud enough.

Jungsu rises without a word then crosses the room in a flash.

The freshman is too scared and distraught to move. But when Jungsu grabs him by the arm, reality hits him.

“Wait, what are you doing?” You stand up, watching the guy, trying to escape Jungsu’s much bigger frame and strength.

“He’s infected,” he says coldly. “We both saw the blood.”

“No, I—I’m fine!” The freshman stutters through tears; each forced step pushes him closer to the windows. “It’s just… s-stress or—”

“Open the window.” Jungsu glances at you, tightening the grip of his hands.

He isn’t listening to a word the guy says. But you are. Every word, every scream, hiccup and plead is slicing your brain.

“Don’t do this,” you shake your head, “let’s wait few hours and see if—”

“Open the fucking window!” Jungsu yells. “I’m not taking any chances, not for him.”

You step in front of the window. Your pulse hammers in your ears as the hysteria continues blasting behind you.

Just like that, the freshman whose name you didn’t bother asking for, is gone.

You’re laying on the cold floor, your head is rested on top of a discarded blazer you found the other day inside one of the desks. Jungsu is laying flat on his back next to you. His chest rises and falls in slow, measured breaths.

You promised to keep watch tonight.

Laying comfortably like this (as comfortable you can be on the cold ground) reminiscing on your cosy bed at home is dangerous. But your limbs feel so heavy and exhausted… just five minutes, you tell yourself, and you’re going to sit up.

Your thoughts are foggy, tangled into a knot of screams, blood and dread. And your eyes - heavy, burning as sleep tugs at them. Your body and mind crave for some kind of relief… for some rest; but you can’t get that. Not yet.

Something needs to pull you out of this state; you urgently need to focus on something else.

You flip to the other side only to see Jungsu again - eyes shut, palms resting on top of his chest. His head is slightly tilted to the opposite side.

You wonder if he’s dreaming about something, and if he is… what exactly is he dreaming about? Probably about everything that’s currently occupying your own stressed mind.

It’s frustrating - how attractive he is even now as he’s covered in blood. As his hair is a complete mess, and there’s pain and hatred sharpening his usually mellow features. In cotrast to some of his actions, he’s always been charming. The kind of charm you see in a romantic comedy from the early 2000s.

You remember all the times you used to imagine what it would feel like to kiss him; to feel his heatbeat against your palm, his lips - brushing your neck. Even on days when he made you feel small. It feels like a lifetime ago now. And yet, you can still feel that part of you still craving that something which never existed the way you hoped it would.

Unsure when exactly, your hand finds its way between your thighs. The skirt you’re wearing provides easy access to the intimate parts of your body, and quietly, you sneak fingers into your underwear, finding immediate relief in the way they move in between your folds. You bring them back up for a moment, teasing your sensitive clit through slow circles that make you sigh.

Soon enough, you relax on your back and open your thighs.

You build the warm rush in your core, feeling comfortable with the darkness in the hall and the quiet puff of air leaving Jungsu’s lips. His presence right next to you intensifies your desire, but you resist the temptation to quicken the speed just yet.

You prefer to take it slow; to really take your time relish this pleasure as you most likely won’t get a chance to do anything like it ever again. Especially with such small gap separating you from him.

He’s so close - you feel the heat radiating from his frame, stimulating every single nerve of your body, and speeding up your heartbeat. Though the thoughts of him aroused you enough to leave a wet spot on your panties, you still spit in your fingers before pushing two of them through your entrance. You invite them deep, barely holding back the moan that forms in your throat from how good it feels as you glide them steadily.

Your mind finally slows down; all the tension and fear fades as a thrill of dopamine floods you in the rhythm of your pumps.

You think about kissing him… grinding against his lap and kissing him so hard he gasps for air when you pull back. Kissing him so hard that he can’t do anything else but beg you to take your clothes off and sleep with him.

He would replace your fingers with his own, and call you sensitive - the way he did that one time when you asked if his friend is ever going to stop commenting on your boobs.

You’re so sensitive, he said, he was just making you a compliment.

You think about that same mellow tone of voice, same gaze, glinting with fake thoughtfulness, - but it’s your arousal dripping from his hand that has provoked them.

Your free hand grasps on the fabric of your skirt the second you acknowledge Jungsu rolling over.

Then, you hear the little sounds - a soft exhale, a murmur.

“What are you doing?”

Shit.

You sqeeze your eyes tight as all of the pleasure that was rising inside you till this moment rapidly dissipates - mostly from annoyance than panick or shame.

After what you’ve been through the last couple of days, this barely fazes you, to be honest.

“Go back to sleep,” you clench your jaw, slowly bringing your legs down.

“Are you masturbating?”

“Not anymore,” you reply in order to sound nonchalant about getting caught.

Fortunately, he can’t see the glistening mess all over your fingers after you awkwardly pull them out, hesitant where exactly to place them now.

“I can’t believe this,” he laughs; the light rasp in his drowsy voice cuts through the darkness. “The world is ending and I’m stuck with a perv.”

“I’m not a perv!” You sulk. “You were sleeping and I was minding my own business.”

“While watching me I can bet.”

“You wish.”

You shoot him a quick glare before looking away.

With your peripheral vision, you can see he’s resting his head in the cradle of his palm, fixating his attention on you.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Are you?”

“What do you think?”

“That you aren’t as experienced as you pretend to be.”

“I bet I’ve still done more than you,” he replies before pausing. “Interesting, I don’t remember you having such a bold mouth.”

“Well, you didn’t really paid me close attention back then, so,” you say before you have time to stop yourself. “Only when you needed me to do something for you.”

“You sound disappointed,” he shuffles in the dark, moving slightly closer. “Why is that? Did you want my attention?”

“Wait.” You blurt out, instinctively sitting up. “Did you hear something?”

Jungsu does the same, his hand reaching for his knife straight away. The silence that stretches between you is almost oppressive as you wait.

“No,” his lips barely part.

Your chest eases.

“I thought I heard…” you trail off as you catch the faint noise again.

The exact moment Jungsu’s lower body moves.

Your eyes narrow after you notice it better this time - the distinct bulge in the right pocket of his black jeans. You saw it earlier when you were shamelessly checking him out, but you didn’t put much thought into it.

“What do you have there?” You ask, nodding toward the pocket.

“Where? My pockets?” He lifts his brows.

You nod deliberately. Not smiling back when he offers a crooked smile.

“You were just about to cum,” he mutters, “and now you’re asking questions about my pockets?”

You nod again, still staring at him.

“Okay,” he says almost too lightly considering the sharpness of your eyes.

Keeping your attention on his gaze, you hear how his hand moves, then how it drags something out.

A candy bar. Unopened one at that.

Your eyes finally shift, widening at the golden package. Twix. You used to share twix with one of your friends at school all the time.

“Ah, is your mouth salivating?” His voice dips teasingly.

You reach to touch it. But, of course, - Jungsu is quick to bring it high in the air.

“Tsk,” he snickers at the gloomy flicker in your expression, “just because they’re two doesn’t mean I’m willing to share. Especially with a pervert like you.”

“I’m not a pervert!” Your stomach twists. “I just… I had to stay awake. I was saving your life.”

You don’t even wait for him to answer. You look away, drawing knees to your chest. Your gaze drifts across the dark room, settling on the row of windows opposite you.

“By rubbing your clit,” Jungsu snorts, “really helpful.”

He lays back down, long legs stretched out in front of him; even the sigh that leaves his lips sounds mocking.

The chocolate bar is still in his fingers.

He brings it to his chest without thinking, toying with the wrapper. The rustling of foil in his hands slices annoyingly through the tauting silence, and the sound makes your tummy tighten.

“How bad do you want it?”

“What?” You shoot back.

You’re very aware what he’s talking about, but the audacity baffles you.

Jungsu turns toward you slowly.

“The chocolate, of course. What did you think I was asking about?”

The only thing you’re able to do is shake your head in disbelief.

Entertaining this isn’t worth it - this is a mantra that has turned into a defense mechanism over the years. But now, as life is coming to an end and you’re starving… it’s hard to stick to it.

You glance at him again, and his smile grows bigger, like he was expecting you to change your mind in a matter of seconds.

“You can have one of these,” he says, watching a sudden glow of determination appear in your eyes. “But it’s only fair if I get something in return.”

Your stomach aches, empty and tight.

“What do you want?”

Jungsu hums thoughtfully - as if there are many options to choose from.

“There are so many things I want right now,” he muses, holding the chocolate bar pinned gently to his chest.

This play that he’s in the middle of performing… it’s almost cruel. But you stay quiet and wait. There’s no reason to hurry. It’s not like you’re going anywhere soon.

“What do I want?” He tilts his head to the side as he pauses thoughtfully. “It’s not like you can offer me much right now.”

Your eyes meet after he brings his vision back to you. There’s something different in his gaze now - something darker like a twisted dare he’s leaving unspoken. Or, maybe it’s your own twisted fantasies clouding your mind… and your moral compass.

You bring fingers to your shirt and pull it over your head. The street lights illuminate your body enough for Jungsu to let out a quiet gasp of surprise once the clothing is on the ground.

Then, because you know this isn’t enough for neither of you, you remove your bra. Your nipples harden under the cold air that hits them, but beneath your skin there’s a fire looming.

“I can offer you this,” you murmur, ghosting hands over your bare chest.

To let him know, - that you offer your entire body to him, - your fingers travel even lower, brushing teasingly against the zipper of your skirt.

“You’re offering me a sight to look at or what?” A smirk streches across his lips.

His eyes keep flickering up and down, waiting for the zipper to slide.

“I’m offering…. entertainment.” You crawl closer and before you can touch him, Jungsu is already relaxed on his back.

His hand drops the candy bar in order to catch your waist.

The second you settle on his lap, you acknowledge how hard his bulge is.

Your pulse stutters at the excitment you feel from sitting on top of him; from having him gaze at you with an undeniable lust in his eyes. From his touch sliding up your figure to palm your boobs.

His fingers sink into your flesh, roughly and persistently - and because it all feels like it’s just another one of your sick dreams, you take one of his wrists and bring his fingers to your face, pulling one of them into your mouth.

His sharp, masculine taste floods your senses, grounding you in the reality of the moment.

This is real - he’s beneath you, with hair tousled, messy and wild, in a way you’ve never seen before; somehow it only makes him more attractive. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth as a quiet hum escapes his throat while you detach slowly to glide your tongue along his digit.

This is real - you can taste him.

‘Fuck, you’re not a pervert.” He finally sits up, stopping his eyes on your mouth and his free hand - under your skirt. “You’re a slut.”

“Do we have a deal or not?”

Jungsu suppresses a chuckle at the question. He’s in disbelief with this new personality of yours.

He nods, moving hands to unzip his jeans.

“I’ve always thought you’re a pretty face,” he says, exposing his cock in the cold air, “but I never—“

You cut him off with your mouth.

Your lips land hard and desperate on his, not allowing him to say a word more; the sudden persistence causes his touch to return on your waist, rougher this time.

The kiss is exactly the way you imagined it would feel - messy, harsh; slightly hesitant at first but becoming more real after you pull apart.

“Never thought this side of you existed,” he finishes.

“I guess I’ve changed,” you say.

His gaze drops to the new movements of your hands as one of them takes a hold of his erected cock. Adjusting around its thick curve.

At the same time, your lips search for his again.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he grabs your face with a single quick move. Keeping you steady, he then mutters: “Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?”

The condescending curl of his mouth results in your fist cautiously dropping him.

You gulp, looking into his gleaming eyes.

“Did you suddenly forget how you’re supposed to behave around me?” For the first time his smile looks devilish rather than boyishly charming. “Don’t tell me you forgot how to speak too?”

“No,” you mumble as his fingertips are still digging through your cheeks. “I haven’t.”

“Good,” he comments. “I like it when you’re a good girl.” His hand tilts you to the other side before retrieving. “Sluts annoy me.”

And as you’re still in the middle of registering his words, your back gets glued to the cold ground, your legs - spread wide open.

His right hand that’s warm and bruised - slammed against your mouth. Exactly the way it was when you first saw him here in this room.

“Especially when they’re desperate,” he continues, fidgeting beneath your skirt, “and try to demand things from me.”

And then, he goes quiet; suddenly focused solely upon your dazed eyes as he’s interested in seeing how their look is going to change when he pushes his entire length inside you.

As expected - they instantly widen at the stretch. As if a drug just flooded your brain.

“But you’re not like that,” Jungsu asks quietly, rhythmically hitting his hips against you - once, then twice, - gliding smoothly through the warm moisture of your arousal. “Right? You’re not like that, baby…”

A muffled sound escapes beneath his palm the moment you shake your head.

You’re not sure if you’re supposed to respond or even how to. All you know is the heat rising through your entire body, fueled by a tangled rush of pleasure, and the overwhelming urge to moan, to beg for more.

Your fingers creep up to his shoulders, clutching at the fabric of his shirt in a silent plead. You grip it tightly as the muscles beneath tense and shift under your touch.

“Fuck, I needed this—“ Jungsu’s head drops low; his breaths caress your skin as his lips move, his hair tickles your face. “Shh… I can’t go faster if you keep making noise.”

Your own hips respond by rocking against him, your pussy walls pulse harder in need to feel him thrust quicker. Your breathing grows harsher as your mind spirals, please… please! You need it so bad even if it hurts.

“It’s what I say, right?” he reminds you, chuckling in a low tone at your weakening state. “It’s what I say, what I want…”

Jungsu catches your eyes rolling back so he repeats the swift motion with his hips, slow and smooth, reaching the deepest parts of you possible.

The truth is, he’s sinking into bliss just as rapidly as you - he hasn’t been this insanely hard in months. You’ve ignited something in him though he doesn’t know exactly what.

He’s so close to dropping the act and slicing right through you with his length, but he endures the temptation.

Instead, he uncovers your mouth and looks you in the eye.

“Quiet. You’re too pretty to die just yet.”

He strengthens his back and takes off his shirt. Your pupils grow larger - as though the effects of the drug you took are just now showing on your face. The sight of his toned chest makes you want to bring him closer.

But you don’t need to do a thing, because two seconds later, his weight is back on top of you again, trapping you in a sweet, warm bubble you don’t want to ever escape from.

You just need to stay quiet.

So you take his face in your hands and kiss him. This time, he doesn’t stop you - he kisses you back, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

A quiet moan leaves your throat as his lips are still on yours. You’re doing your best to swallow the sounds, but his strong hips are quickening and every second gets you closer to your high.

Your arms lock around his frame, your back is sweating against the ground as your heavy breaths mingle together. You can feel the knot inside you getting thinner and you wish you could scream.

“Shit,” Jungsu shuts his eyes, burying himself in the crook of your neck, “getting tigher, baby… just stay quiet for me, yeah?”

He moves one hand toward your face as the other keeps him steady on top of you. His thumb slips into your mouth, pressing against your tongue.

Your lips automatically wrap around it to suck.

“That’s it, you can be quiet.” His intense whispers tease your ear. “Now you can cum on my cock… it’s what you’ve always wanted.”

You can’t deny that he’s speaking the truth.

Maybe you should feel a little bit of shame or embarrassment, but your brain is too clouded for that. All you can acknowledge is the shocking wave of euphoria, crashing through you so powerfully your back arches off the ground.

As the aftermath sinks into your bones, you hum blissfully around his digit while he fucks you through it leisurely. It feels so nice, so deeply relieving… if you keep your eyes closed just a little longer, you might fall asleep right here.

Like this.

Jungsu’s tongue traces the line of your jaw, savoring the salty trail of sweat trickling down your skin. You’re still slightly trembling when his hands grip your hips with firm, unyielding control that guides you on all fours.

The floor hurts your knees, but it’s his touch that rips the sound from your throat. It’s his cock, thick, impressively long and throbbing, shoved through your pulsing walls without a warning.

“Tsk, bad girl,” he scolds, pulling you flush to his chest. “You were doing so well.”

His fingers go back between your lips, sliding deeper this time, and you can’t help the drool that spills down your chin.

He leans in, hissing at your ear.

“Don’t you realise it? Everyone out there would love to have a bite of you.” His smirk fades as his teeth graze against your earlobe, biting playfully.

His hand empties your mouth, then drops to one of your breasts, tugging at your nipple.

“Don’t say that,” you murmur quietly.

His words cause cold chills to run down your spine. They bring back memories of the voices… their gruesome mouths.

“What?” He snickers at the panic in your voice; simultaneously he picks up the previous steady rhythm of his hips, enjoying the tightness around him. “That you taste sweet? That I’d feast on you if I could?”

His thumb and index finger twist and pull. Your figure responds by twitching against him.

“That… they’re going to get me.”

“Aw, cute,” Jungsu coos, “don’t worry about that. I’ll protect you.”

His touch travels up, wrapping around your neck. It feels both secure and sinister.

“If anyone’s ever going to eat you up it’s gonna be me.”

One of your palms goes on top of his left hand that’s circling your clit, pressing on it for more.

“I’m so…” you trail off; the lewd noise of skin against skin overpowers your fragile sounds. “Please… harder…”

Unable to stay still as the fresh wave of arousal doubles inside you, you slip from his arms and press your upper body to the ground, keeping your back arched. The cold surface sooths your overheated skin.

Your hand reaches for Jungsu’s shirt, pulling it closer, fisting the fabric and dragging it beneath your face, until you bury your mouth in it - taking in as much as you can just to prevent the moans.

It’s useless, in his opinion, all you do is drool all over it, so he leans forward, stealing it.

Gripping the shirt with both hands, he swiftly twists it into a tight roll.

“Come here,” he mutters.

He lifts it to your face, wedging the fabric between your teeth. The force jerks your head back. A muffled grunt escapes, but the gag silences anything more.

Like that, he freely magnifies his pace, wilder; he perfects his thrusts and angle with two hands holding onto the rolled fabric; cock twitching against your hot, fluttering walls as you easily cum one more time.

Three days later, the story repeats itself.

Once again - you’re alone.

Of course, you hadn’t meant to end up alone. When the outbreak happened, you were barricaded with a group of different students. Some you’ve seen around campus, others you met for the first time. But it all happened so fast… one by one they all turned. Some without even realising they were infected. Some you didn’t even realise they were infected.

You ended up alone.

Until you met the nameless freshman. For a while it was just the two of you, taking shifts through sleepless nights.

Then, Jungsu came back into your life. And in some sick, twisted way, you got to live the night of your dreams with him.

Until you joined him in search for scraps of food only to watch him die in front of your eyes.

Now, they’re both gone, and you’re once again - alone.

You’re going to miss Kim Jungsu.

You’re in love with him. You always have been.

Nobody has to understand how or why. The world is ending anyway.

You don’t know how many hours have passed when someone knocks at the door. A man’s voice cuts through the stillness, rough and urgent. He’s shouting, pleading to be let in, swearing he’s safe and that he won’t hurt you.

You freeze with heart pounding and eyes flicking toward the row of chairs stacked against the door - the barrier Jungsu told you not to touch.

But you can’t stay locked in here forever. You want to survive.

You hover a moment longer, then your hands start moving. One by one you pull the chairs away. Then, slowly you take a step back.

The guy bursts in, quickly shutting the door behind him immediately.

“I’m safe,” he stutters, voice shaky. His big brown eyes are wide open like a scared animal. “I swear.”

You narrow your gaze at him as you study his face. There’s something really familiar about his face… And then it clicks.

He’s one of his friends. The more quiet one who laughs a lot. His name starts with J…

You inhale sharply.

“Jungsu… he…” The name barely escapes your lips due to the pressure building in your throat. The memories invade your mind - blood, the look in his eyes as his life slipped away. “He got bit.”

The guy in front of you turns pale.

“When?”

“Like… few days ago,” you shrug helplessly. You don’t know. Time is a blur here.

“That’s impossible,” he says almost too quickly. “I just saw him. He told me to come here.”

You shake your head slowly.

“That can’t be true,” your voice rises in disbelief. “I saw it… I saw everything.”

His hands twitch on both sides of his body until they turn into fists.

“I know what I saw, it was him! But he ran away too quickly, I… they were coming and I couldn’t wait for him.” His voice cracks as the desperation, the guilt… creep in. “It was him. Jungsu is alive.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

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04 ⋮ post-party

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pairing: rockstar!junhan x fem!reader x supermodel!jooyeon

genre: slice of life, smut ( 18+ ) ── 2.7k words

your friend’s rock band books the coffee shop you work at for a day to shoot their new music video. at first glance, everything is going well until the line between story and reality begins to blur

✎… light alcohol consumption, sub!reader, unprotected sex, double (vaginal) penetration, oral sex (f/m), fingering, deep throating, degradation kink (f!rec), name calling (slut/whore), pet names, praise kink, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, facial

( xdh masterlist )

Everyone has left the coffee shop but the night still isn’t over for Junhan and Jooyeon. It isn’t over for you either.

The three of you jump from one topic to another to the quiet hum of music, not showing any signs of drowsiness as you’re slouching on the furniture.

The unending conversation calls for another cold beer and Jooyeon disappears into the back to grab one. It’s been several hours since you were there in that room with him, alone. The thrill still lingers beneath your warm skin, causing your focus on the conversation to drift occasionally.

You glance at Junhan as a moment of silence falls upon the two of you - it’s sudden and very obvious considering how lively the space was before Jooyeon stood up. There’s a certain weight to it that you’re unsure where exactly is coming from.

Is it tension? Regret? Something from the past resurfacing?

He seems lost in thought, tracing the lip of his cup with one thumb until his eyes flicker in your direction.

“Why did he have to kiss you like that?”

You lock eyes, and for a moment you’re tongue tied. Not because of the sharpness in his gaze, vastly contrasting with the quietness of his voice, but from the possible reason for his question.

When you hear the familiar light creak of the swinging door, you both turn to see Jooyeon walking towards you. His steps are casual but slow; his intrigued expression is another indicator that he caught every word.

“Wait, you didn’t like how the scene turned out?” He asks lightly.

Junhan leans forward, resting arms over his knees.

“It’s just… it was too much.”

“Too much?” His friend raises eyebrows, clearly unsure if he agrees.

“How would you have done it then?” You tilt your head slightly, leaning back.

Your tone is gentle, yet piercing, just like your gaze as you watch Junhan shifting, caught off guard by your question.

“How would you have kissed me?”

“She’s asking the right questions.” Jooyeon chuckles under his breath as he sits next to you, beer bottle swinging from his fingers.

“It’s not about how I would’ve done it,” Junhan scoffs with a bitter curl of his lips.

You could end the conversation here but you don’t.

“Show me.”

Junhan doen’t move.

The only functioning part of him is his fingers, twitching against his leg. Until he finally peers into your face as though he’s wondering what trap he’s fallen into.

Because that’s what you’ve always been… a trap.

From the day he met you, you’ve been making him believe that the two of you can have a friendship without putting any other meaning into it. And like a fool, he let it happen - he’d rather bare a little pain, but know that you will pick up the phone if he needs to hear your voice.

You deliberately lean forward, closing the space between you.

“Show me.” You dare him softly.

You notice his eyes discreetly glancing at your mouth before he looks away.

“Not again,” he murmurs, shaking his head. The tension in his voice shows that it’s taking him an immense amount of effort to say these words. “You remember what happened last time, I won’t be able to stop…”

You don’t need to hear more.

You turn his face back in your direction with one swift move of your hand, and kiss him.

It’s a slow, slightly messy kiss, but it holds everything you’ve been keeping in your heart for him all this time. All the emotions you’ve been working so hard to bury; to not bring back to the surface.

His hand instinctively comes up, tangling in your hair as he responds by pressing his own lips even harder.

You pull back first; breathing hard like you can’t get enough.

You turn to your other side, and without hesitation, you kiss Jooyeon too.

Unlike Junhan’s, Jooyeon’s lips meet yours with surprise. They feel stunned, but just as sweet as they were hours prior. Or even more.

From your left, you sense a slow but deliberate touch crawling up your thigh as the kiss intensifies. After a moment, you tilt your head only to exhale softly against Junhan’s mouth.

Your hand that’s still resting on Jooyeon’s right cheek suddenly gets shifted by his grip. The next thing you feel is a nice warmth enveloping two of your fingers, then something grazing them lightly - he welcomes them inside his mouth as you’re still kissing Junhan.

The moment magnifies with every passing second as the three of you become needier. Your hands are tangled together, your sharp breaths mingle and your lips swell from kisses until you put everything on pause. Telling them that you should take this somewhere else, more private, if you’re going to continue it.

The two boys look at each other, questionably.

How can either of them say no? They can’t; the lust is the one dictating their actions tonight. Their minds are too foggy, too excited to think about possible consequences.

All they see is you, in this present moment, and they want to dive into it.

Your roommate’s gone for the weekend and you burst into the apartment, tossing your keys blindly onto the counter. The boys kick off their shoes, and you do the same without caring where they land.

“So… that means we can make you scream as much as we want?” Shirtless, Jooyeon climbs up the bed, grazing his nails against your inner thigh teasingly. “I like that.”

“Touch me, please…” You breathe out as your legs open wider, signaling Jooyeon to do something about your wet panties. “Both of you.”

Your dazed eyes shoot Junhan a look and he reaches for the end of your top, getting it off your body. Right away, he grabs one of your boobs, squeezing lightly as his lips attach to yours, already wanting from your taste again.

The on-going kiss muffles your approaching moans; nothing could've prepared you for the sensation you feel once Jooyeon’s mouth dives into you with no restraints.

He uses his entire tongue, and all the greed that’s been building inside him tonight.

He moves his mouth swiftly and speedily, till there's spit covering your pussy folds, and trickling down to mix with your arousal.

“Thought I’m just getting a paycheque for that music video,” Jooyeon says after pulling back; a mischievous grin settles on his glossy lips, “turns out I’m getting a special bonus too.”

He runs a hand through his blonde hair, pushing it out of his face before attaching his muscled tongue on your clit. His eyes are steady upon your needy expression, but soon they close shut as you place a hand on top of his skull to press him harder against you.

“Is this how you say thank you?” With a quick grip, Junhan forces your vision on him. “You get two minutes of fame and you turn into a whore.”

The sharp laughter that slips from his lips sends shivers down your spine - it awakens a possibility that he might really believe what he’s saying.

Without shame, you moan louder, letting your head fall back. Your fingers are pulling on Jooyeon’s hair the closer he guides you to the edge of your peak.

“At least you’re grateful for what you get, right?”

Junhan readjusts your head with one hand, the other holding his erected dick in front of your face.

Blinking up at him, you open your mouth, then almost immediately whimper while he fills it as much as possible. At the same moment, Jooyeon is focusing on your sensitive clit, circling it and kissing it sloppily.

“Don’t close those pretty eyes.” Junhan mutters, rubbing the tip of his cock against the inner side of your cheek. The repressed whines erupting from your throat as he begins to rock his hips make him buzz, but your glazed eyes - ten times more. “Keep them on me, just like that.”

Your breaths pick up as two of Jooyeon’s long fingers enter your walls, stretching them with calculated motions. His flat tongue remains playful on your stimulated clit meanwhile his digits slide smoothly back and forth, curling in search of the angle that’s going to make you shake.

In no time, he hits exactly what he was looking for, and deliberately proceeds with the same technique as your body starts to squirm beneath his touch.

One quiet come closer slips from Junhan’s mouth but you barely register it as he already pushes your skull to drag your stretched lips to the last bits of his base.

The exciting warmth makes him humm as he waits few seconds to pass before pulling you away. Instantly, the long moan crawls out free the moment you’re detached - the one that was creeping in the back of your throat as Jooyeon’s tongue led you to a climax.

A string of spit dangling between the two of you catches Junhan’s attention and he breaks it by smearing it over your wailing mouth.

The wave of pleasure is still coursing through your veins, your legs still shuddering on both sides of Jooyeon’s head when he looks up, smacking your hip with a pleased curve of his lips.

Your eyes follow him as he unzips his dress pants, letting them hang loose so his cock can spring free. When he raises a brow at you, you snap out of your daze and get on your knees - Junhan shifts behind you.

When he gets a hold of your eyes, you can see it in his gaze, shining bright with a secretive spark… The images from earlier are flooding his mind.

For you, it already feels like it’s happened forever ago.

He doesn’t say anything, just slips into your mouth with quiet concentration; watching you adjust your lips around him as he’s slightly thicker.

Once Junhan thrusts his hips into you, Jooyeon speaks up with impressed tilt in his voice.

“Look at you,” he stills in one place, waiting for you to glance at him; your body jerks forward again and again as his friend picks up the rhythm. “You’re taking these cocks so well, baby. I’m impressed.”

Matching his friend’s steady speed, Jooyeon thrusts into your drooling mouth, filling the room with low groans while his hands keep your head up, steadying it from both sides.

At this rate, their different ways of treating you have you so aroused that another wave of pleasure is already coiling in your stomach.

Feeling your walls gripping harder with each new hit of his cock, Junhan’s nails dig into your butt cheeks so he can fasten the pace. The scarlet hues beneath his fingertips eager him to give you few smacks.

“Think you can take both of us?” He suddenly mutters behind you; the perfect change in speed letting his cock meet your g-spot over and over again. “At the same time.”

Jooyeon’s eyes slightly widen at the question. He empties your mouth with a shakier moan; he could’ve finished in your throat but he succeeded in backing away before he does.

At the same time?

The idea comes off sounding filthy, degrading… yet so exciting, that simply thinking about it is enough to give you the last bit of stimulation you need to earn the second orgasm.

The sudden high pitch in your voice provokes a rushed groan from Junhan’s lips; quickly, he pulls out to replace his cock with his fingers by shoving them smoothly through your walls. His hand flexes as he starts thrusting them as deep as possible, as speedily as possible, while they pulse as your breaking point comes in.

Your high does not come only with ecstatic effects buzzing through your whole body, but with fluids wetting the sheets too.

Junhan’s tireless touch keeps up the intense energy as a load of transparent juices blasts out of you.

Quiet cussing drops from his tongue as he concentrates on the remaining seconds of your climax; on your cries as you soak his hand that you’re squeezing onto.

“So pretty,” Jooyeon whispers, enjoying the rapture on your face closely. His hands cup your warm cheeks though you can’t find the power to open your eyes right away. “I’ll make a mess of your pretty face sooner or later, I promise.”

You manage to take a quick glance at him after Junhan reaches to tilt your head back by pulling on your hair. The slight pain in your scalp forces your eyes open and you see Jooyeon leaving the bed to remove the rest of his clothing.

In the meantime, you turn around, finding yourself straddling Junhan’s lap. His cock wastes no time in slipping back inside you, and he sucks in a sharp breath the second he disappears in your pool of arousal.

“Both of you?” You hear yourself murmuring, resting a hand on Junhan’s chest as he lays back.

“You think I’ll just sit and watch?” The corner of his mouth twitches sharply. “If that’s what you’d prefer.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what?”

Faint shuffling noises spread in the sudden moment of silence. The bed dips slightly as Jooyeon kneels behind you.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” your voice lowers more and more as your dazed eyes flicker at Junhan’s unreadable expression, “that’s all.”

His hands settle on your waist and immediately strengthen their grip.

“You can handle it.”

It’s all he says.

“Ready…” Jooyeon asks behind your shoulder, but his tone is slightly uncertain and the word lands more like a murmur rather than a question.

You manage a nod before you’re signaled to lean forward.

Jooyeon presses one hand on the small of your back while Junhan keeps your butt cheeks spread apart. His grip allows him to see you in all your glory; how well you can be stretched out, and how you made his friend’s dick glistening.

He guides his flushed tip down then deliberately applies pressure so he can slip into your hole too. Before that, he makes sure to cover his length in as much spit as possible in order to glide with ease.

“Fuck!”

“Shh,” Junhan whispers, amused at your squealing, “you still got neighbours who can hear you.”

Your breaths start coming fast and shallow as your walls expand, making room for Jooyeon’s cock to slide above Junhan’s. The pain from the big stretch is quick, almost teasing. Before you can react properly, Jooyeon is inside you, and the unfamiliar thrill melts into pleasure.

A pleasure you don’t want to stop.

“My god…” Jooyeon groans, his lower half following the easy rhythm his friend sets by guiding your hips back and forth. “So fucking hot.”

His eyes stay fixated upon the way you grip onto both of them at the same time - eagerly; slowly dripping with shiny essence at every next move.

“God—“ You mewl as though you’re close to tears. “I love it so much…”

“Yeah, of course you do.” Junhan snickers at you. One of his hands moves up, getting a hold of your hair so he can have a proper view of the fucked out expression written all over your pretty features. “Greedy slut.”

Your eyes flutter shut in bliss. Every stroke of their cocks is precise, perfectly synchronized and deepening the fire under your skin.

It’s intoxicating, making your limbs feel powerless all at the same time.

“Shit, that’s a big stretch, baby.” Jooyeon gropes your ass, unable to look away. “But you handle it so well… Our pretty pornstar—“

“I’m gonna cum…” You cut him off with your elevating voice. “Fuck—“

The following moment, as the knot of rush in your core throbs dangerously, Jooyeon pulls out. His arm goes around you, finding your clit in a matter of seconds.

His fingertips start skidding rapidly on the slippery surface of your folds; his chest feels your frame twitching at the unexpected contact - your bundle of nerves is extra sensitive, causing you to struggle even with your breathing.

“Make his cock all wet, c’mon, baby.” Jooyeon’s mellow voice comes with a rasp at your ear; the light note of demand makes you tingle. “Such a good slut, aren’t you?”

Junhan’s hips focus on moving up and down, not showing any signs of stopping as your orgasm spills onto his tensing stomach. Your walls squish his soaked length as it aims at your sweet spot almost obsessively.

This time, he fails at swallowing the sounds pilled up in his own throat. His groans shake at the crook of your neck, overpowering Jooyeon’s hums of approval.

As he eases up the pace, he can hear multiple loud smacks landing against your slick pussy folds one after another. Quick, teasing praises, until you shudder, grabbing onto Jooyeon’s hand to silently stop him.

Lightheaded, you move to the empty side of the bed, collapsing with almost no energy left in your body. When you meet the boys’ eyes, you manage to slide down so your head rests flat.

The only noise filling the quiet room is the overwhelming pounding in your chest before you speak:

“Go ahead,” you centre your vision upon the ceiling, “make a mess of me.”

After that, Junhan and Jooyeon shift too, one at your left side, and the other at your right.

Neither of them remains calm when it’s time to aim their shot at your face.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

♡ taglist: @sweet-dreaming-girl @zelinkcrossing @bahng-chrizz @candlelitvamp

[candlelitvamp]

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03 ⋮ do you dance?

MASTERLIST || NEXT

pairing: rockstar!junhan x fem!reader x supermodel!jooyeon

genre: slice of life, smut ( 18+ ) ── 1.7k words

your friend’s rock band books the coffee shop you work at for a day to shoot their new music video. at first glance, everything is going well until the line between story and reality begins to blur

✎… light alcohol consumption, (semi public) oral sex (m!rec), face fucking, pet names, brief condescension (f!rec), cum eating, name calling (slut once), spit kink

( xdh masterlist )

It’s Sunday night, and the place is open for you, Junhan’s band, a scattering of crew, and Jooyeon.

There’s clinking of bottles, upbeat dance rock pulsing through the space. Fairy lights across the ceiling, casting a golden glow - they’re finally out of the dusty box they had been shoved into since a poetry reading was held here last year. You almost didn’t bother searching for them, worried it might look like you’re trying too much, but in the end, they pull everything together perfectly.

You finish your drink as lightness in your chest subtly settles. You’re not drunk - just warm and a little more nonchalant than you are usually.

You put away your empty glass, not stopping your gaze from scanning the room to peek at him.

He’s slouching against the decorative cushions. Drink in hand, head tilted in focus as a crew member tells a story that seems to make everyone laugh including him.

Unsure if you kept your vision for longer than you should’ve or if maybe he felt curious to search the room for you too, Jooyeon glances your way.

It’s vividly clear - the second he locks eyes with you, he loses the string of the story.

Seeing him get distracted by your unhidden attention, seeing his lips curve with intrigue is all it takes for your feet to move. You weave through few dancers until you’re standing in front of him. You lean slightly over the messy table.

“Do you dance?” You ask, voice soft but steady.

Jooyeon straightens his casual posture. Amusement glints in his eyes as he looks surprised by the question.

Then, after a brief pause, he answers:

“No.”

“Good,” you smile. “Me neither.”

Jooyeon breathes out a short chuckle, but there’s something almost coy in the way he follows you to a small, empty spot near the middle of the place.

Your hands settle at his broad shoulders, his drop to your waist. This touch… the shrinking distance has everything and everyone melt into a blur. It feels almost cinematic.

“We should do it again sometime,” Jooyeon says with a low voice, but his eyes don’t meet yours just yet. Instead, they take in the close view of your lips. “Just for us.”

Unlike his, your gaze flickers up to his face. You know exactly what he means.

The kiss. The one that was just acting, except for the part where your stomach flipped when it happened. And the part where you took his hand to place it on your body because at one point a kiss was not enough.

You’ve been thinking about it for days; reminiscing on the spark, on the thrill, on the sweet taste you exchanged. Too sweet for two simple strangers.

On how he somehow brought out a version of you that you’d been trying to find on your own for a really long time.

A moment passes before you lock eyes.

He doesn’t have the slightest idea what he’s done for you.

Behind his shoulder, you catch a glimpse of Junhan slipping through the back door alone.

You shove away your train of thought. Your gaze moves back on Jooyeon.

“Can’t we just do it now?”

His eyes are slightly glossed over, half-lidded and inspecting the details of your face.

He follows the way your teeth discreetly tug at your bottom lip. At the same time, your gentle fingers study the back of his neck, causing his grip to twitch against the sides of your figure. Such light touches, but they make his entire skin heat up.

His mouth forms an attractive smirk with a single easy curl of his lips; it’s not from his rehearsed ones, it’s not the smirk he gives photographers and fashion magazines, but a different kind.

More natural and softer.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Yeah, we can.”

Jooyeon shuts the door behind you - you’re in the small kitchen, lips fighting for dominance.

You don’t stop kissing even as you place hands on his shoulders to push him back. You have the whole area memorised so you don’t need to look to know which way to guide him.

He makes few clumsy steps, suddenly pressed against a wall.

“Fuck!” He groans into your mouth, bringing a smile on your lips. His hands slip down to cup your ass with a lazy, yet insistent grip. “You know… It was so hard for me to hold back that day.”

“From what?” You ask quietly before moving your mouth to the side of his neck.

There’s a hint of playfulness dripping from your words that has Jooyeon smirking right before sighing from bliss. Your kisses are wet and sloppy, sending warm thrills through his spine as they land lower and lower.

“Ripping your clothes off your body.”

Your heart flutters at his words, then almost skips a beat when his hand settles around your neck - just the way it did the first time.

“Showing everyone how good I can fuck you.”

Your gaze finds his eyes only to see them drop between your bodies where you unzip his pants; rubbing his bulge through the fabric for a moment before pulling them to his knees.

“Is that everything you wanted?”

Jooyeon’s pants drop to the floor. His Calvin Klein boxers rest around his thighs as you wrap fingers around his erection. You haven’t shifted your vision away from him even once - you keep it upon his face, observing every twitch caused by the rush invading his body.

“Shit— baby...” He opens his eyes, wetting his lips before speaking again. “Filling your mouth with my cum was on my mind too.”

You swallow thickly as your imagination paints the image for you on the instant. The motions of your fist maintain the stimulation, slowly and steadily.

“Or paint your face… you have such a pretty face.”

Jooyeon’s hand loosens around your throat but something in the way the rush magnifies forces it to drop completely. However, he quickly brings it back up, filling it with one of your boobs; squishing eagerly and arousing himself further.

Another sound of pleasure slips from his lips, low as the rest, but thinner, and you decide it’s time to do something more for him.

“Tonight you can choose one.” You murmur softly, and the corner of your mouth slides up briefly as you level it with his cock.

Pressing your flat tongue to the underside of his length, you spread the moisture you gathered, all the way up to the flushed head. Your lips close around it, sucking gently from all sides.

The immediate sensation has him groaning louder right away.

“Ah, fuck! That’s it baby, yeah…” He keeps his head pressed back for a moment; jaw open, eyes shut while focusing on the way you move back and forth simultaneously twirling your tongue. He’s in awe at how you pick up the perfect pace from the start. “Holy fuck… how am I supposed to pick? There’s so many things I want to do to you already...”

A brief airy chuckle echoes in the room once he looks down to watch you force yourself further against him, to welcome as much of his base as you can inside your throat.

He moves a hand on the back of your head, not applying any pressure yet, just letting it rest as you breathe heavily through your nose.

“You want all of it, is that it?”

You blink up, fluttering lashes at him; there’s a spark of lust mixed with something deeper in your eye that’s glinting as a response.

“You want it so bad, don’t you, baby?”

You slowly retrieve; your throat suppresses a needy sound before you gasp for air.

“Shit, you drooled so much all over me.”

You watch Jooyeon smearing your saliva along his cock, moaning at the speedy gliding of his hand. As he does so, he steps around you to switch places.

Looking up at his hovering figure, you tilt your head back, separating lips to welcome him back in.

“There you go,” Jooyeon coos as your mouth does its best to take him; your glossy eyes don’t leave him out of sight while your lips stretch. He presses a finger beneath your chin to keep you perfectly still. ”Like that, baby, yeah… such a good small mouth.”

He slides deeper, then pulls out almost all the way only to push himself through once again. His hips move leisurely on the surface of your tongue - not so much to make it easy for you than to savour the nice feeling. To explore you.

Your hands remain still on the sides of your body as his voice eventually rises higher, and his rhythm - quicker.

“Fuck—“

The pleasure tightens in his core the moment he invades your throat. He waits few seconds, relishing the warmth before making another move; his muscles tense while you slobber around him, puffy lips hugging his base as though they are your pussy walls.

“Look at you, you crave this cock so fuckin’ bad.”

Jooyeon empties your mouth in a flash. He gives you two seconds to breathe and adjust before he lifts your chin back up, pushing through your slick lips.

That earned you a quick glimpse of his face - there’s tension and focus all over his features, sharpening them even more, contrary to the coy smile he was wearing when you led him to the dance floor.

This time, he’s not gliding through - he’s thrusting. Deliberately; intentionally trying to hit deeper with each next slamming of his hips, aiming for release.

“Gonna give you all of my cum, baby, just sit still…” He says in a rush above you. His voice is nearly a whisper as the flowing rush begins to take over. “That’s what you’ve been thinking about too, right? Wanna swallow my cum like a good little slut? Fuck, I’m close!”

Your figure freezes rigid and obedient on the ground - head pressed against the wall and his lower abdomen, hands unable to flinch, nowhere to grasp.

Your jaw tenses more as you try to relax your hollowed cheeks without thinking about the soreness, but that’s not what helps you block out the discomfort. It’s hearing the shift in Jooyeon’s moans.

The ropes of his climax land on the back of your throat, warm slightly salty, and that causes a compelling change in his voice - delicate and desperate.

You shoot a glance up at his quivering body, waiting to meet his eyes for one more silent thank you.

Thank you for seeing me.

Thank you for picking me.

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hey y’all sorry i’ve been MIA, my mental health has been In The Shitter but it’s ok i am in intensive therapy but as such will probably continue to be MIA for a while longer 😭

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I'm feeling very soft today. what do you think is each xd members favorite kind of physical affection? 🩷

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# xdinary heroes + physical affection

♡ gunil

long hugs after you haven’t seen each other all day. his hand on the small of your back when you’re walking through big crowds or you’re entering a room. those quick soft pecks both of you give each other throughout the day as you get some tasks done - they feel and seem casual but deep down mean a lot to both of you. playing with your hair

♡ jungsu

forehead kisses. holding hands - he loves it so much, even in the summer when your palms are sweating you’ll be the one to pull away first every time. neck massages after a long day of practice on the keyboard. light scratches - he loves them the most on his back and scalp whenever he’s resting his head on your lap or on your chest. sitting on his lap

♡ jiseok

cuddling in bed - arms wrapped around your bodies, your face is hidden in his chest and everything feels safe and comfy. any kind of playful touches no matter if it’s in public or not - teasing nudges with shoulders or feet under the table, poking your cheeks, booping your nose. your hand on his thigh when you’re at the cinema. nonchalant butt slaps. holding hands across the table during a conversation

♡ seungmin

kisses on the cheek. relaxing massages as you’re having a lazy afternoon in bed. kissing - romantic, soft kisses that last longer than a second, but not enough to turn into a makeout session necessarily, just to remind you how much he loves you in the middle of the day. keeping his hand on your thigh at all times. hand on your waist

♡ hyeongjun

intertwining fingers. sitting close together when you’re out with friends and you lean on each other’s shoulders. running your fingers through his/your hair. falling asleep while holding hands. hugs from behind when the two of you are waiting in line at the store

♡ jooyeon

caressing - his/your face, back, arms… anywhere, he loves it and nothing relaxes him/you more. cuddling that turns into a playful fight - tickling, pinching, playful bites wherever your mouth can reach. hand holding but he’s swinging your arms in the air. arm casually resting around your shoulders at all times. quick kisses on his/your knuckles as a sign of love and reassurance

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junhan agreeing to jooyeon and y/n kissing and then getting his feelings hurt im gonna beat him up. this fic eats tho i cannot wait for the next part 😭 my gaebabz…

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pairing: rockstar!junhan x fem!reader x supermodel!jooyeon

genre: slice of life ( 18+ ) ── 1.2k words

your friend’s rock band books the coffee shop you work at for a day to shoot their new music video. at first glance, everything is going well until the line between story and reality begins to blur

✎… kissing for the cameras

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It’s definitely something... suddenly turning from background noise to a main character.

... because Jooyeon saw something in you.

This is his idea - to kiss you instead of following the original script where he’s tangled up with the hired actress.

One moment you were just the girl behind the counter, and now, you’re the sweet waitress caught in the centre of the main events.

Jooyeon stands inches away with gaze locked onto you like he was meant to do this with you from the start.

You shift your weight against the counter, heart pounding as he steps closer.

“Just follow my lead,” He murmurs so low that only you can hear him.

You nod once, barely trusting yourself to even breathe. With so many lights and cameras around you, every small movement you make, has you feeling like it could be a wrong one.

The director’s voice rings throughout the room, pulling you out of your thoughts. Action!

Jooyeon doesn’t hesitate.

He erases the space between you and his hands find your waist - a confident, delibarate grasp. He cages you against the counter, barely giving you time to react before his lips crash against yours.

For a second, they remain pressed, soft and sweet, but then just as your breath catches, he tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

There’s no escaping it - the heat that floods through you. Especially as his grip tightens on your hips as it seems he’s getting effortlessly caught up into the moment.

Just like you are.

Everyone can see it in your hands that lift to his chest, clenching at his jacket like it’s the only thing that could keep you staying composed; like it’s the only thing reminding you this is just a scene.

And then, just when you’re about to forget about the line between what’s real and not... your feet leave the floor.

Suddenly, you’re perched on the counter while Jooyeon settles between your legs, pressing closer. The quiet gasp that escapes you has his lips twitching in a smug smile before he kisses you again.

The shift in the energy inside the room doesn’t go unnoticed - a collective murmuring spreads behind the cameras, but you can’t process any of it.

This is better, they say. This is good.

One of Jooyeon’s hands slides up your back, his fingers go into your hair to tilt your head just right so he can catch his breath by tracing lips against the side of your neck.

At this point, your mind turns completely blank when it comes to everything except the feel of his touch; his warm breathing, and the scent of his cologne.

The crew, the cameras, the flashing lights focused upon you - all of it fades.

Unrehersed, you grasp his hand, the one resting on your thigh, and guide it up your heated body. The skin beneath your clothes gets electrified as his fingers crawl up your stomach, briefly ghost over your chest only to stop around your neck - teasing and waiting for his mouth to detach so he can tug your bottom lip, creating space for his tongue.

Right on cue - the bathroom door slams open.

The entire set freezes in anticipation as Junhan steps into the frame. His shoulders are tense just like his lips.

Jooyeon doesn’t pull away immediately nor completely. His hands are still on your body; you can still feel his warm pants on your face even after he turns in his friend’s direction.

You realise you’re still holding onto his arm. Without looking away, you let go, peering into the bright flame in Junhan’s eyes.

He’s playing his part - the role of the lover witnessing his worst nightmare; his worst betrayal.

Maintaining the cold expression, he cuts the distance between you with few measured steps. Once he reaches the counter and Jooyeon jerks backwards, the camera man shouts excitedly, putting an end to the scene.

The crew congratulates the three of you; one of them teases Junhan, saying that for a moment they really thought he’s about to punch Jooyeon in the face.

As they chatter, you use the opportunity to pull back and collect yourself; to let your heart normalise its speed.

Only to feel it jump as a familiar teasing voise spreads behind you.

“Not bad,” Jooyeon murmurs discreetly as he walks past you.

You find the small bathroom near the back of the coffee shop and quietly shut the door behind you.

You glance at yourself in the mirror. Your lipstick is a little smudged, not enough to ruin the look, just enough to hint at the intensity of Jooyeon’s kiss. Your cheeks still carry the flush of adrenaline when you bring your hands up to touch them.

But that’s not what keeps you staring. It’s something very subtle in your expression that makes you feel... new.

And that’s when you realise it - you finally did it.

You stepped out of your life for a moment and slipped into something unknown, something unpredictable. And even though you’re back, something inside you hasn’t fully returned. Or maybe something from that new world has stuck with you, making it seem like you’re missing something, but it’s actually the opposite - you gained something.

You can feel it, it’s still fluttering in your chest. You just have to get more familiar with it.

You don’t know what exactly cracked open inside you yet. But you kind of like it.

When you return, the crew is adjusting lights in the middle of the chaos. Junhan is sat on top of the counter, aimlessly plucking at the strings of his guitar with Jooyeon standing nearby. Both of them have changed into new outfits for the next scene.

Jooyeon’s eyes shift, tracking your presence - only for a second before they flick back to the drummer of Junhan’s band.

“You guys should throw a wrap party.”

“We’re not even done shooting yet.” Junhan glances at him as you step closer. “And you’re already talking about drinking.”

“Exactly,” Jooyeon responds, keeping his hands busy with a bottle of water, “give people something to motivate them.”

“Just say you want a party.”

“That’s a good idea!” Another band member joins after he spots you in the circle. “What if we throw the party here?”

Junhan eyes the guy.

“Seriously? She already let us take over her entire shift, we’re not doing that.”

“I don’t mind it,” you shrug, speaking up before he puts an end to the whole idea. “I’ll talk to my boss if we can have the place on Sunday.”

Jooyeon flashes you a quick grin.

“I fly to Paris next week so Sunday works perfectly for me.”

The group breaks into laughter and excited chatter. They already start passing ideas on who’s bringing what, who’s going to have control over the playlist… It’s decided.

You find yourself smiling too - until a small, unsettling knot forms in your stomach as Junhan slides off the counter without saying a word.

He didn’t say anything while you were speaking. He also didn’t say anything when the guys began cheering.

You catch him nod at something one of the crew members says before silently disappearing into the chaos behind you.

It’s like you weren’t even there in the first place.

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! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

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how are we feeling chat, am i cooked?

thank you for tagging me you two @bahng-chrizz @chericherilvr <3

rules: you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll, and the last song you listened to is the title… who/what is it?

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1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ xdh drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 idol!hyeongjun x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) wc: 0.9

request: “what if someone sees?!” + “you have no idea how much i want you right now” + face slapping

contains: brother’s best friend trope, reader is gunil’s sister, mean!dom!hyeongjun, unprotected sex, exhibitionism kink, face slapping (f!rec), name calling (slut once), choking (f!rec), biting, brief and light degradation

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The dorm is finally quiet and dark. You’ve been waiting for this moment for hours - hours you spent desperately trying to focus on your brother’s stories, to nod and laugh at the right time when one of his bandmates cracks a joke in order to avoid your mind drifting to Hyeongjun sitting across the room.

Unluckily, it happens every single time.

But those long hours have passed. Finally, everyone is asleep… except for Hyeongjun, you hope.

You cross the hallway, discreetly making your way to his room. Your steps are extra light, but your heart is hammering against your chest. It’s like every part of you wants to remind you that Gunil is a light sleeper - your heavy breaths, even the fabrics of your clothes.

You push the door open just enough to slip inside. On the instant, you notice how the small room is dimly lit by the streetlamps outside, then Hyeongjun’s roommate - fast asleep with the sheets barely covering up his body.

Your wary gaze shifts to the other side, and for a moment you believe that maybe Hyeongjun wasn’t waiting for you tonight; maybe he’s decided to put an end to this cycle.

But then, a certain kind of relief washes over you once he turns around; the dark sheets expose some of his naked chest as he stirs.

He signals you to get closer with a single move of his hand.

The bed dips slightly as you settle beside him, welcoming the faint scent of his cologne.

“This is so risky,” you murmur through a whisper simultaneously adjusting so he can move on top of you.

“It is,” Hyeongjun agrees. But the corner of his mouth is twitching as a silent indication of his enjoyment.

His gaze, lit up by the glow filtering through the blinds, feels intense on your skin, stripping you from your clothes.

“What if someone sees?!” Your brows gather alarmed. “You know how overprotective he is...”

Your question hangs between you as Hyeongjun’s tongue sneaks through his lips, bringing heat to the skin of your neck. Your breath catches at the way his kisses start slow only to transform into insistent bites right after.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.” He guides his mouth up to your ear, making you shudder beneath his frame.

The exciting thrill of his whisper shoots through your veins, and suddenly you’re hyperaware of the situation - this is happening again.

Your fingers rest tangled in the roots of his hair until you feel him sucking harder, and you have to pull him away.

“Careful!”

What's the point in hiding if tomorrow you wake up with mysterious bruises on your neck?

“We’ll just deal with it.” Hyeongjun finally answers - as if it’s as simple as that.

Your arms loosen up over his shoulders when his warm body starts grinding between your open thighs; his eyes scan your shifting expressions as he builds a bold pace, teasing where you need him most. He’s solid hard under his sweats, applying enough pressure on your sensitive spot to make your jaw drop open.

The way you instantly shut your eyes, focusing on biting your lip has Hyeongjun snickering.

“Relax, nothing is going to happen if you just keep quiet.”

“I know,” you say softly; your fingers fidget with the hem of his sweatpants.

Few muffled movements later, he’s inside you. Pushing slowly, deeply through your tight walls. You feel all of him; there’s no condom covering him up because you’re protected, and his length is gliding smoothly, hot and slick with arousal.

You can hear the sounds you create together spreading beneath the sheets.

“You keep making noise,” Hyeongjun warns you, breathing heavily into your neck.

The new tension in his voice should have you alarmed, and it does, but maybe not enough. More than anything, it has you clenching harder. Failing at suppressing properly yet another moan of pleasure.

Before you have time to process it, your head turns roughly to the side. Your heart stumbles. A smacking sound breaks the silence of the dark space.

Hyeongjun’s hand is quick to force your eyes back on him, but he doesn’t speak straight away - he gives you a second to acknowledge what just happened. To comprehend his reminder of the risk.

As your chest flutters with excitement, your hands hurry to tighten around his torso, begging to feel him move faster.

“It’s like you want me to be rough with you...” His lips curve slightly.

“Please,” you mumble as his grip still holds your face; his fingertips can feel how your body temperature has heightened, how different areas are sticky from sweat. “Please, don’t slow down...”

“You liked that?” He erases the little amount of distance you had between you, his lips brush against yours, but not turning the touch into a kiss just yet. “I thought so, you like acting like a slut... sneaking around, begging for sex.”

His lewd words have your mind spiralling again - his roommate is on the other corner of the room, while your brother - behind the wall; the same wall you can run your hand against.

Both unaware, oblivious of your doing.

“Shh,” Hyeongjun murmurs as though he has the ability to peek inside your mind.

His hips strengthen the motions at the same time his touch shifts around your neck.

It’s as if he knows that the weight of his hand around your throat is the only thing that can quiet your thoughts right now.

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your punk!friend!gaon who’s in a rookie band and is furious to find out that you’re a groupie… hooking up with the lead guitarist of the band his own fucking punk rock band is rivals with.

your punk!friend!gaon who’s convinced he’s the better choice. he’s funnier, he’d treat you way better, and last but not least - his music is actually good.

yeah, you you’ve never called each other best friends, but he’s the only one in your life who’s seen you at your best and at your worst. then why not him?

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sorry if this is too kinky but can you hold my hand and tell me i mean a lot to you

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1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ xdh drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 jooyeon x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) wc: 1k

request: “you want me to sit on your face?”

contains: friends to lovers trope, downbad!jooyeon x shy!reader, light sub/dom dynamics, hint of exhibitionism kink, oral sex (f!rec), face sitting, spit kink, dirty talk, pet names, begging

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Your best friend’s living room is the usual chaos of a movie night - a mess of blankets, half-empty popcorn bowls and soda cans.

A cheesy rom-com movie is playing on the TV screen, the usual palate cleanser after the horror film ends, but you can sense the atmosphere shifting due to something else.

This always happens when you’re left alone with Lee Jooyeon. You’re unsure why, - you’re careful not to dwell on it too much, - but it must have something to do with how nonchalant and breezy he is, exactly the opposite of you; and so frustratingly attractive.

You look around as you sit quietly curled up at one end of the couch - your friends have vanished one by one. Bathroom breaks, runs for snacks, your best friend is taking a phone call while bringing more drinks.

Jooyeon is sprawled out comfortably on the floor, back resting against the couch you’re settled on. His arms are locked behind his head, so close to your tucked knees that it keeps you shifting awkwardly.

“Peak romance.” He turns to glance at you; an amused grin forms on his lips.

You huff a short laugh, trying to mask the fact that this closeness, the way he looks up at you with glowing eyes, isn’t making you flustered.

“It’s ridiculous,” you mumble, feeling relieved that he turns back to the screen where the male lead is standing in the rain, pouring his heart out with overly dramatic words of passion. “Nobody blurts out his feelings in real life like that.”

“Oh, I’m not so sure.” Jooyeon’s voice drops slightly lower, almost making you believe that he’s suddenly speaking seriously. “I was literally planning on confessing my undying love to you in a thunderstorm.”

“Shut up.” You scoff, shaking your head at his teasing.

He turns around just in time to see you rolling your eyes at him.

“People say I can be very dramatic, you know. I can pull it off.” He says through his usual charming grin; his palm is pressed against his chest. “I can do it right now.”

“Oh, really?” You raise a brow.

Your surprised gaze might come off as a challenge for Jooyeon who’s thoroughly enjoying this play, but on the inside, your heart is doing flips of excitement; it’s clenching at the thrill coming from the possibility that maybe… maybe, he means bits of the things he says.

Your eyes nervously shift the moment he turns to face you properly. Still kneeling on the ground, he moves a hand on your thigh and as though it’s some sort of a spell, your legs separate open.

“Jooyeon…” you almost whisper before swallowing thickly.

Your heart now begins to pound harshly as you can’t tell what’s actually happening.

“Don’t you think this is fate that keeps leaving us together?” He leans forward as his smug expression deepens. “Alone?”

You lock eyes, and it’s so difficult to think straight when his gaze is so hypnotising, so impactful. You’ve never seen Jooyeon only as a friend… not when he can make you fall apart by simply looking into your eyes.

“Is this… the start of your confession?” Your cheeks warm up while you try to steady your voice.

You expect him to burst out laughing any moment now. You expect to hear his voice elevate theatrically as he backs away, bragging that he’s a better actor than the guy in the movie.

Nothing of this sort happens.

Your breath catches up as he gets closer, lips tracing the naked skin of your inner thigh. In the meantime, his palms get familiar with the outer sides, gliding towards the end of your shorts, sneaking eagerly underneath.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You ask in a rush, immediately shooting a wary look at the door that’s definitely half-open.

For a moment, you forget how to breathe, experiencing multiple different emotions all at once - shock at the way he is scattering kisses along your skin, kisses that feel wet and hungry as though he’s about to take a bite out of your flesh; desire to touch him, to feel his sleek hair; panick at the realisation someone can walk in on you, and slight uneasiness, because you’re unsure what to do… especially with the warmth you can feel coiling low in your stomach.

Despite biting on your bottom lip, you still fail at suppressing a small whine, and once Jooyeon catches that alluring sound, he looks up, exhaling through his soft lips.

“I need you,” he states with much weaker voice; there’s tension darkening his eyes, but also something genuine glinting in the form of a spark. “I need you so fuckin’ bad, I think about this every day.”

And in this moment, everything inside you turns upside down.

“Please, say something.” He wets his lips slowly as his gaze flickers up at you, trying to look into your mind.

“Are you serious right now?” You ask, reaching to touch one side of his face like the gesture is something that is going to help you believe this is reality, and not a dream, or a project of your imagination.

“Should we get some privacy?” His gaze points at the door to the empty bedroom. “I’ll show you how serious I am if you let me.”

Already feeling lightheaded, you nod at his suggestion, but you have yet to move your hand away from his cheek.

Pleased at the physical contact, Jooyeon tilts his head just enough to invite your thumb on the tip of his tongue. His teeth graze your knuckle, shooting a warm thrill through your veins, then, his lips close around it - a sight, so appealing and arousing, it has you acknowledging your growing need for relief...

For a kiss.

Once the bedroom door is locked, Jooyeon wastes no time in removing your shorts along with your underwear; the dark spot brings a satisfied grin on his face, but the expression quickly fades as he buries his mouth into your warm folds.

His tongue glides, flat and hot, all the way to your clit; the sensational motions tranform into an eager kiss, into hungry sucking from his lips - this special attention on your sensitive bud brings such thrilling vibrations that you pull the pillow beside you to cover your face. Most importantly - your mouth.

Soon enough, Jooyeon finds out about this and quickly raises on his knees.

“Put that away!” He steals the cushion, throwing it on the floor.

“They’ll hear us”, you hiss before shutting your mouth again.

He doesn’t seem to share the same concerns though.

You watch him spit out his saliva on your glistening folds, then smear it everywhere only to slip the same fingers inside you.

The stimulation you feel in that moment is something you’ve never felt before.

You can hear your friends on the other side of the wall - chattering and buzzing. And yet, the rush flowing through your system is urging you to keep going; to go all the way. This is what you’ve been wanting for all these months.

“Sit on my face.” Jooyeon leans just a fraction closer, but close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his skin; enough to hear the pleading ring in his whispers.

“Did you hear what I j-just said?”

“Please, baby, don’t do this to me,” Jooyeon pouts before dropping down to hide in your neck. Inevitably, he begins to nibble on your skin, slowly, matching the rhythm of his two long fingers that give your walls a nice stretch.

You’ve never reached this far inside you; it has you groaning and salivating against your palm as you press it closely to your lips.

“I need you now.” He mutters before licking a spot he just bit on. “This pretty pussy needs me just as bad, please, baby... I’ve never begged anyone for anything in my life before.”

At the sound of his words, you can’t help but run hands through his hair, tilting his head to kiss him - hard, until your fluttering chest begins to burn for air.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you part lips, and at once you ask:

“Y-you want me to sit on your face?” Your breath stutters. “Are you sure?”

Jooyeon lets out a quiet laughter. Your pure flusteredness is endearing to him. How can he show you more clearly that what he desires the most is to provide for your pleasure?

“Yeah, baby.” His voice turns huskier as your overwhelming breaths mingle together. “This is not enough, I need you glued to my mouth.”

His forwardness is so effortless, so provocative, but you easily learn to love it, though it fuels your veins with adrenaline that you have yet to learn how to control.

“Wouldn’t that make it hard for you to breathe?” You mumble, too shy to meet his eyes as you climb up his body - so close and exposed.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” Jooyeon spreads you open with two hands, excited to see and taste the most intimate parts of you even better. “Just think about how good it will feel when you cum all over my face.”

The fact you sit for the sixty-nine position, without him bringing it up, is certainly the highlight of his night.

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[candlelitvamp]

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𓂃⠀𓈒 bf!seungmin x fem!reader x bsf!jungsu

genre: smut ( 18+ ) wc: 0.9

request: “i saw you looking at my girlfriend”

contains: established relationship between reader and o.de, sub!reader, unprotected sex, light sub/dom dynamics, hint of corruption kink, voyeurism kink, male solo masturbation, dirty talk, praise, pet names, oral sex (f!rec), face sitting

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Your boyfriend sits on one edge of your bed while Jungsu sits on the other. They’re engaged in an aimless conversation, waiting for you to pick a nice top to change your hoodie with for your night out.

That was, until Jungsu spots something familiar in your open wardrobe.

“Is that my Christmas hoodie?” He leans forward, squinting. “It is my Christmas hoodie! I was looking for it everywhere!”

“Oh, yeah!” Your lips curl with amusement as you hear his footsteps getting closer. “I kind of… borrowed it.”

“Borrowed?” He repeats, unable to suppress his laughter. “That’s stealing!”

You watch him pull out the festive hoodie as you close the buttons of your blouse.

“It’s so comfy,” you say without even thinking to defend yourself. “I sleep in it sometimes.”

Jungsu groans, but the small smirk on his lips is still there.

“Well, I’m taking it back where it belongs. In my wardrobe.”

In the meantime, Seungmin is resting back on his elbows, silently, with eyes flickering between you and Jungsu.

Jungsu has been looking at you too much. Not in a best friend way.

He also notices how he looks away from you, with sudden guilt glinting in his eyes, as you check yourself out in the mirror. And yet, Seungmin’s expression remains neutral - he’s not the jealous type. At least, not in any possessive way.

Or maybe it’s different because that’s Jungsu.

If anything, he finds it... intriguing.

“I saw you looking at my girlfriend.” Seungmin speaks up after you step out of the room to search for your keys.

For Jungsu, time comes to a halt. Once he registers Seungmin’s words, he acknowledges the tension in his usually mellow tone, the reminder. My girlfriend... not your name - that would sound casual.

He swallows, forcing himself to meet his gaze. His calmness somehow puzzles him more than the outright confrontation.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lies.

“You do.” Seungmin sounds almost amused now.

“It’s not like that,” Jungsu mutters, gripping on the hoodie that’s resting on his lap.

“I don’t know if she sees it,” he muses, “but I do.”

“Do I see what?” You ask, entering back the room; there’s genuine curiosity in your sparkling eyes, in your voice, as you have zero idea of what the discussion is about.

Jungsu’s figure stills. And when Seungmin blurts it out, he can’t dare to bring his eyes up.

“The way he looks at you.”

In that moment, you suddenly feel the shift in the air, how it’s thick with something unfamiliar that wasn’t there a moment ago.

“What do you mean?” You ask, forcing a crooked smile as your gaze jumps from one boy to the other. “How does he look at me?”

Jungsu’s chest tightens at the on-going exchange. He feels your eyes upon him; how you stare at him as though you face him for the very first time. He begins to feel like a stranger.

He decides to apologise before Seungmin says anything else.

“I can’t help it, I’m sorry...” his murmuring is soft with nervous pauses in between, “you’re just… so beautiful, but I know I shouldn’t... it’s not right.”

You surprise Jungsu by silently taking the empty spot beside him. Meanwhile, your boyfriend on the other side, lays one arm around his shoulders to comfort him.

“Well,” Seungmin’s lips tug at him, “look, it’s not that serious.”

You catch your boyfriend peeking at you and you nod. It’s Jungsu, after all.

“We don’t mind it,” you finally say, wanting him to hear it from you too, “we don’t mind it if you watch.”

Jungsu turns to you first. His eyes glint at you with surprise.

And like that, those few simple words of yours lead to something Jungsu never thought he’d get to experience. It’s straight out of his dreams.

You’re fully naked in front of his eyes - settling on top of Seungmin’s face who’s laying on his back near the edge of the bed so Jungsu can have a nice, close view from the chair he’s seated on in the centre of the room.

While Jungsu gets rid of his pants, gripping his already erected member with a coy hand, you adjust comfortably upon your boyfriend’s mouth.

Seungmin has learned how to use his tongue on you; he’s memorised the motions, the pace and the amount of pressure he must apply to arouse you - and somehow, he gets better and better at these things every time.

Now, it feels sensational, not only because he encourages you to ride his perfect tongue, but also because of the erotic view you’re provided with.

“God—“ Jungsu groans, unable to force his hand to take it easier; his arousal can be heard in each powerful stroke, his eagerness and pleasure too. “You look gorgeous right now.”

“Ride my face, love,” Seungmin reminds you by murmuring against your skin as he catches his breath. “C’mon, show him.”

You bring back your gaze on Jungsu and you watch his jaw drop - the minute your swaying hips pick up the proper rhythm, his fist turns even tighter than a moment ago. A light tint of red is spreading across his face, but the one painting his swollen tip is much more darker and intense.

Your mouth waters at the sight as your moans mingle together from a distance.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You exhale, not breaking eye contact as you grind against Seungmin’s slick face; the friction is pushing you closer each passing second as his hands support your hips. “You?”

“Yeah, so close,” Jungsu pants, dragging his hazy gaze up and down your silhouette. “Cum with me, please.”

You haven’t touched him, and he’s fine with it. He’s not greedy like that.

Seeing you like this is more than enough; cumming together with you, even from a distance, is still perfect.

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