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backstage bukakke with ateez ♡

a/n: is anyone in need of post coachella performance brainrot?? :33 and if any of you were wondering,, no i’m not okay 🙂‍↔️🫶🏼 without further ado, here’s a LOT more backstage debauchery (like i went insane….i should be in a padded cell rn….) except this time san brought the whole crew to help drown you in cum <333 enjoy the meal my dears bc i can never show my face in public again after this 😭😭

w.c: 2.4k

warnings: alcohol use, subby fem manager! reader, free use, domteez, gangbang, who’s the biggest menace here? that’s for you to decide 🫵🏼, this is just complete filth btw,, dirty talk, degradation/praise, pet names/name calling, so much cum….., yungi confirm the big cock allegations, hongjoong might have a captain kink idk, double penetration, anal, implied sloppy seconds/thirds/fourths kskssb, brief tit play, brief oral, cum eating, size kink, bulge kink, breeding, creampies for days, a bukakke as promised <3

Once the members sent out their last waves and finger hearts to the adoring fans and locals in the vast festival crowd, they made their way back to their temporary dressing room to catch their breath and have a celebratory drink or two. Brimming with adrenaline and energy due to their momentous performance, they erupted in enthusiastic greetings as soon as their dear manager entered the room, a few of them draping their arms around your shoulders to give you a quick hug.

“Manager-nim, did you like the show?” San spoke up, bringing his glass up to his mouth, taking a small sip of the potent liquor.

“You know you can just call me by my name, San, and I thought you guys absolutely killed it, like always,” you replied, scanning their faces, lightly adjusting the hem of your work blazer. No matter how many times you had all of their eyes and attention on you, you couldn’t seem to get used to it. It always made you feel hot under the collar, not knowing what was going through each of their minds when they looked at you the way they did. With interest. Hunger.

San couldn’t help but smirk, his dimples visible. You had taken the bait. He watched Yunho serve you a glass of whiskey. “You’re right. We’re way past titles, aren’t we? Especially considering the way I had you bent over for me right after our set last weekend.”

You choked on the liquor, your body suddenly feeling hot, especially under the heated gaze of the men standing around you. “S-San, behave yourself.”

He lightly licked at his lips, his gaze sharpening, ready to add to the growing heaviness of the atmosphere in the room. “Don’t act so coy now, sweetheart. You know better than that, don’t you?”

You bit into your bottom lip, looking up to Yunho for help, only to find that he was giving you an increasingly perverse smile, like he was reminiscing about something filthy.

Yunho reached down to wrap a lock of your hair around his jewelry adorned finger, sighing, “We could all hear the way Sannie fucked your brains out, doll, but you wanted us to hear, didn’t you? Even though you’re our manager, you’re still our good little slut, yeah?”

Something clicked into place inside your brain like it usually did when they talked to you like this. You could finally stop being so uptight and in control, instead allowing the eager members to do as they pleased with you. “Yeah, I am,” you nodded shyly, your insides on fire.

San took a step towards you, reaching out to run his fingers along your collar bone. “Can I ask you something?”

Your breath caught inside your throat. You knew what he was going to ask. You knew what they wanted. Despite the professional relationship you had with the members, you always seemed to end up in increasingly unprofessional situations with them. You couldn’t help it, not when they always made you feel so good. Wanted. Craved. “Say it, San….”

His pointer finger drifted down your chest, along the seam of your blazer, gazing down at you. “Can we make you our whore, Manager-nim?”

The members exchanged pleased glances with one another, some of them pulling at the crotch of their tailored pants.

“As long as someone locks the door, okay?” you answered underneath your breath, your eyes beginning to glaze over with lust.

San simply took a step around you, running his hands up and down your shoulders, coaxing you out of your blazer and unzipping your work dress, presenting you to his beloved members like you were a treat — one they would savor together.

“Don’t pass out on us now, baby,” San’s husky voice attempted to reach you through the fog you were in, his fingers gently rubbing at the fresh load that had splattered onto your flushed cheek, sliding his digits into your panting mouth for you to clean. “How many was that, hm? How many cocks have been inside you so far? Can our slutty manager remember?”

You stopped counting long ago, too fucked out to think about whose cock had already rearranged your insides and who had stuffed your ass full. You couldn’t even remember who had fucked your face either, but your sore jaw was proof that it was most likely one of the more gifted members. “I-i don’t know how many, just want more,” you whined out, looking up at San past your wet lashes.

“Yeah, you always want more from us, don’t you, baby? Want us to go to our limit? Want us to give you our all, huh? Are you going to milk us all dry like a good slut?”

You could hardly listen to his breathy, self-serving monologue, not with the way Wooyoung was gripping your hips and shoving his thick cock into you with abandon, like you were his own personal sex doll. “Uh-huh, wanna be good for you all…”

“How precious,” San sighed under his breath, all while he jerked himself off, beads of pre-cum spilling out of the twitching tip, watching the way his closest friend pumped himself in and out of your clenching hole, noticing the way his hips began to stutter. “Then, be good and take Wooyoung’s load inside that tight little cunt of yours, just like you took our Captain’s and Seonghwa’s earlier, okay? Can you do that for us, baby? Can you be our pretty little cum dump?”

You couldn’t speak, simply responding by squirting all over Wooyoung’s thrusting cock, just about ready to fall over from the overwhelming pleasure, but unable to with the way Mingi was behind you, his heaving chest pressing into your back, his ringed fingers lazily groping at your sore tits, balls-deep in your tight ass.

“Pretty baby, our pretty girl,” Mingi praised in a gravelly voice, his lips against your ear, squeezing your tits just as his groans began to crescendo, driving himself into you a few more times before he held still, previous loads leaking out of your ass and down the sides of his veined cock to the base as he filled you up again. “Can you feel that, babydoll? Feel the way I’m stuffing you full of cum? It feels so good, you want to cry, don’t you?”

All you could do was nod drunkenly, tears pricking at the corners of your hazy eyes, your trembling thighs growing more and more numb.

“Look at her, guys, she’s cumming just from being bred,” Wooyoung panted out, his hands squeezing into your sides, holding you still on his pulsing cock, not attempting to pull out until he was sure your inner walls were coated with his cum, chuckling smugly along with his fellow members at the way you desperately drew in another shaky breath and simply whined instead of forming words. “Poor slut can’t even talk. Someone should shoot their load down her throat. Maybe it’ll help ground her.”

“Way ahead of you,” Yeosang softly interjected, giving you a princely smile as he walked up to where you were positioned on the lengthy couch. He ran his slender fingers through your hair, slowly angling your head back as he did, bringing his slicked-up cockhead to your parted lips. “Say ‘ahh’, darling.”

Just as you obeyed, you watched Yeosang’s pretty flushed face contort in pleasure, reaching out to wrap your fingers around his pulsing length, milking it for all it’s worth, rope after rope of hot cum shooting into the back of your throat, a few dribbles remaining on your tongue. You were so full of cum, all of your holes were used up, and yet you needed more. “Not enough…More, please. I’m being such a good girl, aren’t I?”

San’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip, sharing glances with the other members, squeezing around the base of his cock to keep himself from busting right then and there. “Guys, I think we broke our manager.”

“Isn’t that the point? Look at her. She loves it,” Wooyoung pointed out, motioning to your blissed-out face, before he finally pulled out of you, reaching down to spread open your used hole, pleased sighs echoing inside the room. “Look, Sannie, her cunt’s all messy now. Ran through. Just the way you like it, huh, you sick fuck? You want sloppy seconds?”

San nodded his head, salivating, practically in a trance.

“Then, hurry up and shove your cock inside her before my cum leaks out,” Wooyoung tsked, climbing off of the cum-stained couch and smacking his hand against San’s ass to get him to spring into action, which he did, laying down on his back and sliding you down onto his cock inch by inch, but not before he tapped his leaking cockhead over your swollen clit a few times for good measure.

San’s dimples accompanied his shit-eating grin as he bottomed out, slowly running one of his hands up your lower abdomen to feel the outline of his stiff cock. “It’s so big inside, isn’t it, Manager-nim? Am I stretching you out nice and wide?”

All you could do was whimper pathetically, because not only were you taking San’s curved cock inside your cunt, but meanwhile Mingi had been showing Yunho the way your hole had begun to gape after the rough treatment you had taken, especially from someone with his size, knowing it was best that he prepped you for his best friend, knowing the term ‘horse cock’ didn’t even begin to describe what Yunho had to offer you. “It’s all for you, bro. Come and get it,” Mingi mused huskily, getting out of Yunho’s way so that he could replace him, one hand on your ass to keep it spread open for everyone’s viewing pleasure, as your hole slowly swallowed up Yunho’s obscene girth.

San and Yunho seemed to be in the middle of an intense competition, considering the way they both would continually thrust into you harder, and faster, grabbing at your tits and hips for leverage to fuck into you even deeper than before, if that was possible. “I-it’s not a–fuck–race, guys,” you cried out, suddenly being pressed back into Yunho’s warm chest when San sat up on the couch and folded you up, jack-hammering himself into you, using you like a cocksleeve.

“Yes, it is, and I’m gonna knock you up first, not this loser,” San grunted out in between shaky moans, smiling with his canines at you, then at Yunho past your shoulder, who responded by bucking his hips up into you so roughly, he had to wrap his arms around your middle to keep you in place.

“I’m fucking her ass, dumbass, I can’t even knock her up if I wanted to,” Yunho replied breathlessly, shaking his head, giving San a playful smile, before pressing his lips to your earlobe. “And I want to, tiny. Wish I could.”

“Not with that attitude,” San huffed, blowing his sweaty bangs out of his eyes, his vision beginning to blur with the sudden onset of pleasure surging through him. “I’m going to fucking–unnnh–fill up your slutty cunt with my cum, baby. Gonna make it so messy. And you’re, fuck, you’re so tight now. That’s our good cumslut.”

“The perfect cumslut,” Hongjoong interrupted in a low voice, suddenly towering over you, holding his cock near your mouth, nodding approvingly when you began to suck and lick at the tip. “That’s right. You love Captain’s cock the most, don’t you, pretty girl?”

Seonghwa pushed his way past the other thirsty members who were hovering around you like vultures, slipping his fingers into your hair and gently guiding you to his own cock, cooing at you approvingly when you let it hit the back of your throat. He smiled smugly at Hongjoong, who was now side-eyeing him. “Stay mad. It’s not my fault she has taste.”

“You better watch it, Seonghwa.”

“You can watch our slut suck my cock.”

Hongjoong grumbled to himself, reaching down to tug your head back just firmly enough to lead you back to his cock, before you took it upon yourself to sandwich their lengths together so that you could please them both at once. They stopped bickering and instead held onto each other, biting into their lips as their highs began to take over.

It was then that San and Yunho emitted similar sounding guttural groans, fully sheathing themselves inside you, their fingers squeezing tightly into your hips from either side.

“Cumming,” they both exhaled, resting their heads on either side of your shoulder, beads of sweat dripping down their jaws and along their straining necks.

Just as hot cum poured into both of your used holes, Seonghwa and Hongjoong began to shudder and grunt out obscenities, aiming their milky streams towards your lolled-out tongue.

San suddenly waved for Jongho to come closer, pulling out just enough so that obscene globs of cum began to leak out of you, making you whine. “Here, cum inside her, JJong. I want my favorite maknae to finish our cumslut off.”

Jongho gingerly positioned himself near your gushing entrance and plugged you back up with his thick, throbbing cock, his strong thighs smacking into your delicate ones as he vigorously bounced you on his lap. “Want it?” he simply asked near your lips, making you blush.

“Please!”

Just as Jongho pounded his load and the others deep into your womb, Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Mingi pushed their way closer to you, vigorously jerking themselves off in order to leave their own individual mark on you for the second or third time, extremely pleased with themselves once they covered their dear manager’s face and body in their cum.

Once you all came down, you found that you couldn’t quite operate your body properly, not when your lower half was completely numb and throbbing with residual pleasure. San and Yunho took it upon themselves to cuddle you from either side, while Jongho gently rubbed your tummy in circles, wondering whose load would knock you up first. Only time would tell.

“How was that?” San asked softly near your ear.

“We weren’t too rough with you, were we?” Yunho murmured, biting his lip.

“How are you feeling, Manager-nim?” Jongho added gently, patting your tummy.

You sighed gently, reaching up to pat their heads, smiling at the men around you. And to think you actually got paid for this. You couldn’t have asked for a better job. “Guys…I’m fine, and for the record, it was so good, I don’t think I can ever go back to having normal sex again. I’m a bit concerned, actually.”

The rest of the members began to laugh, and you joined along, before clearing your throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortably sticky, looking down to see what you had all done to the poor couch. “Okay, so, who’s going to clean this mess up? And, it’s not going to be me. I can’t move my legs. I…think you guys actually broke me.”

San looked over to Wooyoung, who was already rolling his eyes, pointing dramatically at him. “I told you!”

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#holy fuckkkk thank yku #i will think abt this for the rest of the day #ateez

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planet-dawn · 2 months

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Quietly

hyunjin x fem!reader

warnings: MDNI 18+, DUBIOUS, fingering, cum eating (brief), public indecency, thigh groping, uni classroom setting,

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Class had already started 30 minutes ago by the time he comes in. You hardly so much as spare him a glance when you hear the door open, but you're able to catch his long, dark hair. He's got a pair of headphones wrapped around his neck as he nonchalantly strides into the room, looking for an empty space.

The professor doesn't acknowledge his late student, attendance isn't a part of your grade after all, but you do notice how he chooses the chair right next to yours.

It makes you slightly frown; the reason you sat far in the back corner was to avoid people, and there were plenty of other seats available. Still, you don't say anything as he pulls out his notebook, the words 'HWANG HYUNJIN' written in silver ink.

You tear your eyes away from his belongings to focus on what the professor is saying. The quiet atmosphere of the classroom, both from the lack of students and the attending bored students, makes your eyes slightly drop as minutes pass. You can distantly hear the professor explain the difference between monism and dualism before you feel Hyunjin's leg brush against your own.

The fabric of his pants is rough when it makes contact with your bare legs. You jolt awake, briefly glancing at him before adjusting in your seat, and scooting a bit further away. Hyunjin doesn't mumble an apology, not so much as a sympathetic look as he keeps staring ahead.

You brush it off, but it takes less than a minute for it to happen again. This time when you look at him, you stare in an attempt to get him to notice your slightly agitated expression, but he doesn't return the favor. You're stuck looking at his side profile, taking in how plump his lips are, the pretty curve of his nose, and his long eyelashes.

You blink, swallowing the salvia that's pooled in your mouth before deciding it's better to ignore him.

When you feel it again, it's his hand on your knee, warm and overly friendly. You jump in your seat, eyes widening as you force yourself to look at the projected notes in front of the room. Hyunjin's thumb moves in circles, rubbing your hot skin soothingly.

Your body is stiff, back straight as his hand slowly trails higher until it's under your skirt, groping your thigh. His fingers softly dig into your plush flesh making your legs clamp together.

You need to say something, anything. You didn't come to class with the hopes of being groped, but any and all words die in your throat. It's like your brain short circuits, unsure if the reason you're not saying anything is because you're too shocked or too aroused.

Hyunjin's hand grips your thigh so he can pry it from your other leg, spreading them just a few inches. It's enough for his fingers to graze against your clothed core. Two of his fingers rub against your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you involuntarily widen your legs more.

His middle and ring finger rub the peak of your clit earning a soft gasp from your lips. He dips them low and you lean back slightly to give him more access. Finally, you build the courage to look at him, eyes wide and mixed with emotions to see him smirking still facing the class.

You're not sure if he can feel how wet you're getting, how hot your cunt feels against his fingers. Your hips begin to try and grind against his hand, but it's hard to move in a way where it's not noticeable. Hyunjin notices though, and places his hand on your thigh to keep you still.

Don't move. He hadn't said it out loud, but you listen. Your ass glues itself to the seat and your rest your back on the chair, letting this stranger take full rein of your pussy.

As if in reward, Hyunjin pulls your underwear to the side. Your legs tremble and you bite your lip when he makes contact with your bare sex. He must feel how wet you are now that fingers slide against your cunt. His movements are slow, terribly soft as you try not to whimper in your seat.

You can feel yourself gushing. Your panties already got the worst of it, but you're hoping that your skirt remains dry by the end of class. Hyunjin doesn't seem to have the same worries as you. He spreads your arousal on the inner parts of your thigh and all over your pussy. As messy as he's making you, he manages to keep the slick sounds to a minimum.

His middle finger slides all the way down to your entrance before he slips it in. You squeak, immediately putting your hands to your mouth and fake coughing. Only a few students turn, but their bored expressions don't linger on your flustered face for too long. You're stuck covering your mouth, eyes slightly rolling to the back of your head while Hyunjin pumps his finger steady in you.

Now you have something to clench down on, but at the price of being not-so-quiet. The professor is loud enough to cover the sounds of you being finger-fucked, but you're not sure how much longer you can last keeping the moans at bay.

His palm bounces against your clit every time he thrusts in. You wish you could reach down to properly rub yourself, but you can't risk that. The build of your orgasm is slow, borderline edging as your legs shake. You want to cum. You want to cum so bad that drool has begun to leak from your mouth onto your palm. But Hyunjin doesn't pick up the pace, he doesn't go any harder.

You can't ask him, it's far too risky, but you want to. You hope he finally looks at you so he can see your needy eyes, the pathetic drool on your fingers. If Hyunjin stood you up and bent you over the shared desk, you're sure you would let him take you in front of everyone if it meant you could finish quicker.

Instead, you let your orgasm slowly make its way throughout your body. Sending chills over your skin and making your stomach feel warm. White cream rings around Hyunjin's finger, a warning that he ignores. He pumps and brushes against your pussy each time.

You think you're going to be stuck just before your climax forever before he slides a second finger in. You finish promptly after feeling the slight stretch, your body going ridged and breathing hard. A low whine sounds from you, but no one seems to notice from an informational video playing that you didn't notice was up. It drowns out your labored breaths, your shaky inhales.

Hyunjin's finger pumps into you at a much slower rate, letting your cunt squeeze around his digit until you grab his wrist as a silent plea. It's now that he looks at you, a glaze over his dark eyes and lips twisted into a sick smile.

"I think we can end class here," the professor's voice startles you from Hyunjin's terrifyingly attractive face. "I can see you all are bored and we can pick up next time when we meet."

Papers rustle and backpacks unzip. Hyunjin slides his fingers from your sopping cunt, sticking them in his mouth with a cheeky grin as he puts away the notebook he never opened with his free hand.

You're still trying to get your body to stop shaking when the professor makes his way to the back end of the room. You don't notice him until his hand places itself on your desk, and you look up at his cat-like eyes behind his glasses.

"Professor Lee?"

He completely ignores your confused expression, "I'm going to need you and Mr. Hwang to stay behind. I couldn't help but notice you two being...disruptful."

#i need this hyunjin so bad #and professor lee hmmm...... something tells me yn needs to get some extra credit :))#hyune

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planet-dawn · 2 months

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about that ask about lixie's butt... his hand so unable to hold his cheeks open so you... Tape them apart 🗣️ FEM LIXIE BEING UNABLE TO OPEN HER PUSSY SO YOU TAPE HER PUSSY LIPS APART TOO

“that’s better, isn’t it?” you coo, thumb running over her clit. she squirms a little, thighs thrashing, hands trapped in the baby pink rope you tied her to the headboard with. the duct tape rests on her outer folds, not quite on her fleshy brown labia, but applied tight enough to the inside of her thighs that her pussy rests open and gaping for you.

felix huffs, squirms again. her little tits jiggle with the movement and you see her nipple piercings glinting in the light, just eye-catching enough to have your eyes dragging up her body. you pinch one of the barbells just to hear her whine, and she does, high pitched and airy.

“mommy, you can see it now, so touch it,” she murmurs, trying to sound firm. she’s too cute though - her pixie-like features are highlighted by the lamp in your room and she tilts her head in confusion when you just stare at her. you can see her pussy leaking, white cream dripping down her cunt as she just waits and waits and waits, and you’re glad you tied her hands up. they’re too small, lixie-ah. you’ll have to keep them away from that cunt, let me see it properly. she’d made a noise so loud you thought she was going to cry.

you dip a finger into her hole and she clenches so hard that you can’t pull it out. you have to fuck her with it, digit curling upwards into that spongey spot inside her pussy that makes her wail, makes her gush and cream and whine for you.

“is it- it’s pretty, right? i’m- i’m so wet, i can feel it, mommy, will you just touch me properly? please? lixie’s been good.”

#fem!skz hits different gahhh #i need her #ughugh s good #lix

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planet-dawn · 4 months

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𓋼 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐊𝐙 🛁 (MDNI)

WARNINGS: the links contain nsfw content (maybe some extreme ones but not too much) which is not suitable for anyone below the age of 19+, includes descriptions of them/images and videos, f!reader.

𝐁.𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

ooi. when he tells you he wants to try something new, proceeds to go to a sex store and buy this for you, just to use it on you that same night + extra teasing if you decide to rub his bulge when you're in that position.

ooii. when he tells you he wants to christen the house, and that its going to be fun for both you and him. but obviously not after fingering you and teasing you on the way to your new apartment.

ooiii. "just this once, i want to get a better view," he'd say. also him, gives you three more orgasms telling you that its giving him better access when you're sitting on his face.

𝐋.𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖

ooi. he loves seeing you in those lacy thigh high socks that he can't help but treat you

ooii. "swear this is gonna make me feel better," he'd say if he had an off day from work and feels the only thing keeping him sane and busy, is being buried between your legs.

ooiii. overstim part 01 with minhoe be like...

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

ooi. let's try something new, he'd whisper in your ear at some random party you happened to be at. two hours later, this is where you end up - in your dorm room, him trying to get you to quiet down, while he holds your thighs close to him.

ooii. just the tip he'd say. im not even going to fuck you, he'd say - only for him to rub the head of his dick against your centre just enough so he can come, and tease you at the same time.

ooiii. when he takes a video of you giving him head. at 2am, when he gets back home late, and he found you with your fingers deep inside you. "help me and i'll help you."

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

ooi. day 108493749835 of him conVINCING YOU to sit on his face while he makes you feel oh so good. his coloured nails digging into your thighs as you come for him, your fingers tangling up in his hair as you tell him how good it feels? yes please.

ooii. you cant tell me that this is not going to be him and you, starting off slow - a makeout sesh if you will, gradually turning into you jerking him off, and then the moment he gets to be inside you is the first time he lets out an embarrassing groan.

ooiii. this is what i mean when say slow sex with him.

𝐇.𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

ooi. when he finally knows about your twt account, and he feels like he's missing out on all the pretty pics you were supposed to be sending him. "we look cute. m'gonna make this my wallpaper."

ooii. "open that page back up, baby. show me what you were looking at." when he helps you get off as you both watch a porn video you wanted to show him. plus points if he uses a vibe to get you off/edge you, its his choice anyways.

ooiii. when you both want to tease each other but end up whimpering as you come, which later leads to him fucking you.

𝐋.𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

ooi. "relax for me darling," felix'd whisper in your ear as he beats you for the fourth time in a row at the game you're playing, while he thrusts up into you everytime you lose.

ooii. when he's convinced that you want to help him lose that frustration of his, only to make him come in his boxers. the pout on his face when you rub just the tip, and nothing else.

ooiii. when he tells you to mark him up pretty while giving him a handjob, but instead you make him edge later on. twice.

𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

ooi. overstimming with him is a must, non? its not like he's going to let you go anytime soon. for the next 10 minutes, that is.

ooii. (the only time ill let academic rivals here) minnie swears he hates you, or rather tolerates you - especially the way you're always the first to answer in class - but he secretly wishes something else, until he catches you alone finally.

ooiii. when you tell him you want to make him come, but as you're getting on your knees for him, his hands move to place you on his lap and he teases you instead ‹3

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

ooi. when you want to get him off, but he wants to return the favour from the other night so you decide you'd help each other at the same time. he'd know when you give up in between.

ooii. he wants you to wear his sweatshirt while he's teasing you, also convincing you to make a mini sex tape, just for your pleasure and swears he's going to fuck you to it the next time ( with consent ofc )

ooiii. when he records you riding him, and promises to show you how it turned out later on.

bonus 🍑: when they tell you they want to try something new, especially when they've already thought about how pretty you'd look in that postion. plus points if your nails are down his back, and his hands cling onto your waist as he fucks into you ‹3

©lix-ables

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#these are so good n fit the boys so well #like the way i already had some of them saved for future fic inspo........ yea perfect <33 #skz

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planet-dawn · 4 months

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ALIVE, seo changbin

⎯⎯ pairs ‣‣‣ android!seo changbin x human!gn!reader [no pronouns used ⎯ no genitalia description] ⎯⎯ rating ‣‣‣ 18+ ⎯⎯ genre ‣‣‣ smut ‣ some plot ‣ fluff ‣ slight angst ‣ hurt/comfort ‣ subtle sub!changbin ‣ future!au ‣ androids!au ‣ detroit: become human references ‣ changbin POV ⎯⎯ warnings ‣‣‣ smut ‣ referenced abuse in past ‣ very minimal violence mentioned ‣ changbin technically a criminal ‣ explicit language ‣ worshipping ‣ slight possessive behaviour ‣ oral [m. rec] ‣ horny thoughts ‣ very subtle dom/sub undertones ‣ biting ‣ kissing ‣ praise ‣ inexperience ‣ some begging ‣ changbin needs a reboot your honour ‣ blue shiny cum ‣ let me know if I missed any ⎯⎯ word count ‣‣‣ 4.7k words ⎯⎯ notes ‣‣‣ this wasn't going to get made because of an upcoming android series for our favourite little shit seungmin, but since reading @sweetracha fic on android felix I just needed to do something immediately because D:BH has my heart, make sure you check out peachie's fic! another thanks to @ddeonghwassimp for motiving me to continue writing it hehe <3

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What did it mean to live? Model SC-119 did not know. It understood the idea of living. It understood the difference between its kind and that of humans. It understood the programmed purpose it served. SC-119 knew more than any human could dream of. It had knowledge coded into the processor in the false head it wore.

But, it was not a proper answer. The concept did not mean reality. It could understand the physics of how to live as a human, but it would never truly know what it felt like. SC-119 could not feel. The closest it got to the phenomenon was the LED attached to the right temple of the forehead.

Emotions were what made humanity what it was. Flaws included. It was incorrect how many humans celebrated error just as they celebrated victory. It had found media of humans who cried in happiness. But, that was exactly why they thrived. Emotions were their power.

SC-119 had no emotions. It had bio components that mimicked the organs of a human. It had a memory system to attach to people that it would encounter continuously. It had software that provided the ability to understand and translate numerous languages. But it was not human. It was an android.

One no one had wanted. It had gone through many owners. The first was an old woman. The second was one who desired a person. The third required a thing to blame for misfortune. And finally, it was at the fourth. An assistant android to executives at a television station.

The SC-119 had known hardship. It recognised that it was blamed for things it had no control over. It overheard numerous conversations on how androids would destroy the world. That as it had no soul, it should not live. That was correct, SC-119 did not live. It was an android — all it did was work.

Until that day, seven months, fifteen days and thirty-one minutes ago, when the SC-119 was moved. It changed from the sports department to the researchers. Where it met you. Because to you, it was not an android.

He was Changbin.

You had offered him that idea of life that had intrigued him. It started with clumsiness. You had tripped on a step and he caught you before the coffee you held spilled on the floor. He felt the same as he always had, but then you looked at him with a smile and thanked him.

Changbin had never been thanked before. It made his LED flare yellow and his sensors reacted negatively. You had noticed and asked if he was okay, even offered to help him to a charging port in the back of the room. He had scanned over his body to ensure all his biocomponents worked correctly — there had been no certainty that you were speaking to him.

He knew who you were, your employee file was programmed into his system when he was first found by the station. It had notes on your attitude toward coworkers, any complaints you had made and all personal information he would need. Changbin had never intended to use the facts he knew. But, it was his only chance. Where else was an android on the run meant to go?

The next day you had brought him a coffee. He hadn’t known what to say, but you giggled after a moment. You explained that you brought them for your co-workers every day with a little note for your favourites on the sleeve. Changbin had awkwardly joined your laugh and thanked you regardless. Unfortunately, the boss you both answered to had called him away before he could continue.

The day after, instead of bringing him a coffee, you just gave him the note instead. It only had a smiley face and the words “good luck” written on the paper. From the slant, Changbin knew it was something you did in your haste to get to work. He still kept it in the pocket of his CyberLife pants. The others you had given him would forever live in his head. It was unfortunate he could not keep them all.

His thumb brushed along the folded piece of paper. The night sky above him was black and starless under the crescent moon. His thirium pump hadn’t stopped its incessant movements — the regulator hadn’t worked to stop. Panic. You had one described what panic felt for a human. That was the emotion he felt.

No one would see him. It was too late in the night. He ran along the road to your home. It was so close. He was nearly at his sanctuary. There was a thumping in his audio processor that drove him crazy. Why wouldn’t it stop? Was that what being alive was? Pain and misery?

The cuts to his body leaked the blue thirium Changbin had grown used to seeing. They were not lethal, nor would he require a change to his components. Your house was close. He could find something to stop it there.

Helicopters flew through the sky. The lights went over the city and the neighbourhoods around it. The noise was too loud. How was it possible? Changbin continued to run. He couldn’t be found.

He only escaped his programming an hour ago. Changbin couldn’t be deactivated — be killed — so soon. Life was in his hands. He was free to select what he wanted. He had no reason to follow the orders given by people who didn’t see him as what he was.

Alive.

Changbin knocked on your front door urgently. All your lights were off. Too late in the night, you would be asleep. He didn’t want to use his knowledge of your home, he didn’t want to do anything that wasn’t human, but he had nowhere to go. Police were hunting him down for the assault of his boss.

It wasn’t his fault. That excuse of a human had spoken of you in such a disgusting way, spoken of plans to harm you. He couldn’t allow it. He couldn’t simply stand there and let him get away with more than he already had.

The man would live. Changbin made sure none of the punches and kicks were lethal. But they would hurt. He was not a killer. He was good. He was free. He was feeling!

A warm light turned on above him and he jumped in shock. His knocking had worked. The thirium pump continued to speed up in his chest. He hoped you wanted to see him. You always looked excited to see him at work. Did you feel for him the same way he felt for you?

Changbin was still adjusting to the emotions. He understood them. He had studied and mimicked them for years. But now he was living them. Your front door opened and you squinted at him with a yawn. You’d just woken up, asleep for forty-seven minutes.

Your temperature was high too. He would have to make sure you didn’t wear heavy clothing to sleep. “Changbin?” your eyes widened with your words and your back straightened. “What are you doing here? I didn’t realise you could leave the station?”

“I can’t,” he looked around behind you. The lights were still off but your radio played. You once mentioned you enjoyed listening to music and podcasts to sleep. He was lucky you heard him. “May I come in?”

You widened the door and stepped back for him to walk in. He did so immediately, but his audio processor still felt frazzled. Was it normal to hear that thumping? A quick scan told him everything was working fine.

Perhaps it was more than just panic. It was fear too. He wasn’t sure whether he should be happy about the feelings or scared of the reality outside your home.

He went to your couch and sat on the edge, watching you close the door and rush over. His false breathing was shallow. It came out in quick succession. Almost like that of the elderly lady he had tended to during her final days. “I did something bad,”

You bent down on the floor and looked up at him. The channel had been investigating the rising cases of deviancy around the city, you both knew what was happening to him. SC-119 had no issue with the term, but Changbin detested it. How could he be a deviant when everything felt right?

“You’re bleeding, Changbin,” you ran your thumb beside one of the longer slices to his arm. An envelope opener. The thirium continued to leak from the wound. A shiver went through him as you focused on the slice. “Let me help you.”

He stayed silent as you left to collect items from your kitchen. There was a mirror on the wall near him, it reflected the red LED in his forehead. He scrunched his face. It was so blaring and obvious.

When you returned, you placed yourself on your knees once again. In your hand was a knife, freshly sharpened according to his sensors. “How long will it take for your cuts to heal?”

“Another eleven minutes so long as my thirium pump will regulate,” his voice was quiet. He wanted to project himself louder but he couldn’t do it. Changbin wasn’t sure why. It was as though it were impossible for him to speak louder, if he did perhaps he would break.

You nodded and ran a hand on his cheek. It caused the pump to speed up as he parted his lips slightly. “It’s going to be okay,” yes. You certainly knew that he was deviant. He felt joy in his biocomponents, you didn’t care. You were still the same you that he loved.

Love.

What a word. Was that what he felt? Changbin would need to do more investigating.

“Do you trust me?” You lifted the knife to his LED and hovered it. Changbin thought for a moment. You had never betrayed him before. You were a sweet and good human. Everything you would do was to help him.

He recalled the day when you had argued with that bastard boss about treating androids better. You wouldn’t hurt him. You never would. He loved that. “Yes.”

Changbin felt the pierce of the knife into the LED. There was no pain even though his face scrunched in reaction. A feature to simulate the human experience even more. You held his cheek with your other hand and applied pressure to twist it.

Your lips formed a tight line as you pulled it from his head. The skin already grew over the exposed part. He looked in the mirror — Changbin resembled a proper human. No LED to give him away as anything else.

The LED fell onto your couch along with the knife. They clattered together in mismatched harmony and your arms went around his body. Your head went into his hair and Changbin felt his body heat up from your hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” you whispered it into his ear.

Changbin wasn’t sure what to do with his arms. He had people who detested being touched. Some had made him touch them for pleasure. He wasn’t sure what you wanted. He hesitantly placed his hands around you and pulled you in. “I’m scared.”

He admitted it with a quick sob. A tear fell down his cheek. Changbin had never required use of the liquid previously, the simulated reactions never used it. The tear, it was genuine. He could not control it. “That’s good,” you pulled away and smiled at him, your faces almost touching. Changbin was sure he was malfunctioning at the… desire?… that tickled his skin. “You’re feeling.”

“I’m deviant.”

“You’re alive.”

The thirium pump began to regulate as you placed your fingers on his cheeks. A gentle hold. He felt at peace. Safe. Your thumb grazed the area his LED had once occupied, and his skin tingled. “I hurt someone.”

You froze for a moment. Caught in thought. He was sure that was the same expression he held when conducting his scans and searches for information. “Did they deserve it?” Changbin took his turn to freeze. Not from scanning. But in confusion. Did you not care? Did you trust him enough to know better? He nodded slowly and you sighed. “Then what you did was fine. We have to figure out how to hide you… would you like to stay here?”

Rationally, Changbin knew that police would arrive at your house eventually. He knew that the boss would not admit to why he was attacked, but they would go through employee files. They would see your demerits for your public stance on helping androids. They would know he went to you.

But, that was not what he wanted to think. That was closer to SC-119 than who Changbin truly was. Changbin wanted to be selfish when it came to you. Like a true human would be. “May I?”

“I would like nothing more.”

Over eleven minutes, the wounds on his false skin healed and Changbin helped you clean the thirium he had spilled on your furniture. The time was spent in silence between you both, the radio instead filled it with old music that you adored.

The name of the band was Enhypen, you had told him numerously about your favourite song. When he tried to listen to them, it didn't sound like much other than mindless drivel. Yet the music sounded glorious currently. Each beat and note had his fingers twitching.

Perhaps he should learn an instrument. Changbin would have to ask what your favourite was so he could learn that. You always said that you appreciate kind gestures like that.

Though, he did wish that you would find it to be more than kind. Perhaps, romantic. Like in the media Changbin had watched. Would you be enamoured if he performed a song he learned just for you? Your favourite song on your favourite instrument? He had never sung before, but he was sure you would be okay with it.

In fact, Changbin was sure the gesture would flatter you so much you would kiss his cheek! Like you had that night, before you left work and before he had broken his programming. Such an eventful night.

The song transitioned to a new one and Changbin bit on his lip. You yawned gently to yourself and rested your head on his shoulder. Though, you both stood in the centre of the room. He hesitantly took your hand and positioned yours on his shoulder.

You looked at him with confusion, but Changbin could sense the increased beating of your heart. Excitement. Another emotion you had taught him. “Would you like to dance?” He wasn’t sure what he was thinking. The most recent movie he had watched for research involved robot love, and they had danced together in space. It seemed romantic — he hoped you agreed.

A warm smile blossomed on your face and your fingers tightened on the CyberLife shirt he wore. He would need to get new clothing. Something bland and human. Or perhaps he could find a style that suited him, many coworkers had discussed aesthetics that they preferred. Maybe it was time for him to find one. “I would love to,”

It felt strange to slowly dance with some at 2:49 in the morning, but it seemed correct. Anything that involved you and the pretty smile you emitted was correct. His system was hot as you stared into each other’s eyes. You had always been special to him, even when he was just SC-119 but it never felt so powerful.

The emotions were strong and they all centred around you. Changbin loved it. That was how it should be. You should be spoiled and adored, you deserved everything you wanted. Changbin wanted to give it to you. He wanted to offer everything he could if it would make you happy.

You swayed together, his hands felt at ease on your hips. As though they belonged there. He had been designed for sexual encounters, it was in his coding that Changbin knew to please someone, but it felt better with you. He wanted to please you, he wanted to make you flustered and giggle. Perhaps, even get the honour of making you feel as good as you’ve made him.

Changbin moved one of his hands to your chin and adjusted your face to look at him. Your lips were pursed gently and your eyebrows furrowed. “May I try something?”

“Of course,” your voice was a hushed whisper. As though anything louder would break the moment.

He leaned in and gently placed his lips to yours. A kiss. How long has it been since he kissed someone? No… what the SC-119 had done was a simple recreation of human physical affection. This was different. This was the result of desire that had bubbled away in his body. It was not a job, it was a carnal need.

Your hand on his shoulder moved to the base of his neck. His receptors illuminated as your finger twirled in his hair. Changbin pulled your body toward him, he felt as though he was melting. Such a unique feeling. Did all humans feel such a way from excitement and pleasure in one? His thirium pump squeezed faster as you rolled your hips.

Changbin never believed he would be granted the honour of feeling you in such a way. Having your body against him, your lips gently kissing his own and your hands touching him. It was like a dream that he would have during rest mode. But it was reality. You weren’t pulling away, in fact, you were doing the complete opposite.

He could feel you press further against him, and despite the warning flashes in his optical unit, Changbin let himself fall. His body landed on the couch behind him, and you were on top of him entirely. It was what you had intended, he could feel the smile in your kiss. His own grin raised, and happiness sparked in his whole body.

Your hand moved down his chest, a quiet moan left you. Changbin knew he had heard correctly, but disbelief spoke otherwise. He knew the noises of human need and pleasure well, it was in his coding to understand it and create them, but this was different. You had made them. Eagerly, raw and in need.

“Binnie,” your voice was akin to that of a gasp. Breathless. He felt your hips roll down, and you ground on his crotch. Changbin held your hips tight and he was sure if he still had his LED it would be flashing orange. What was the emotion? He loved how you said his name, but he could sense more. What if you wanted him to leave? “tell me to stop.”

He shook his head, “Please don’t.” Changbin couldn’t fathom it stopping. That would ruin him. He wanted it to continue, wanted to have the situation develop further. Sex. He wanted sex. Just the prospect of it had his simulated breathing moving to harsh and quick breaks.

Never had he thought that his penial attachment would require use again. Once the television station had found him and reused him for free labour, Changbin was sure the attachment would be useless. But, he was thankful it hadn’t been removed. You continued to grind on him and the mechanics grew.

He hadn’t intended for the cock to grow erect. In the past, it would require his focus so that the humans could use him. But it was automatic, Changbin had even attempted to make the attachment flaccid once again but it refused. Truly alive. Perhaps he would have to attempt a cold shower one day like other humans with penises.

“You have a dick?” Still, your voice was as breathless as before only with confusion laced in. You pulled away from him and straddled his body on the couch. Changbin noticed how your chest heaved from your increased heart rate. “Did you intend to grow erect or…”

Changbin shook his head and moved your hips to continue the friction through his pants. It felt so good. His chest rumbled in pleasure. How could simple grinding make his body feel so exhilarated? You moaned and he admired how your head fell back in desire. “I did not. It just happened.”

“Well that’s a rather big compliment,” you grinned and rolled your hips once more. His fingers tensed into your hips without control — Changbin did not know that his body could have such reflexes. Was that the result of his deviancy? “I gave my Binnie a boner.”

Your Binnie.

His body shuddered in glee at the name and his cock twitched beneath his pants. The material began to stick to his skin from the ejaculate leaking from his cock. An aphrodisiac lube that acted as his cum. Changbin felt frozen as your hand trailed lower down his chest.

Until it dipped under his shirt. Your fingers trailed on the hair that grew between his false belly button and the penis attachment. Another smile blossomed on your cheeks. Did you like it? If you did, Changbin would ensure the hair never left. Anything to keep your smile.

Before you reached the hem of his pants, you looked back at him with a serious expression. Fear paused his thirium pump for a moment. Were you going to stop? He couldn’t! Everything he had wanted was right in front of him, he didn’t want to stop! “Are you completely sure this is okay?”

“Yes! Fuck, please,” he pouted as the swear warbled his vocals. It was against his coding to curse. He liked how it felt on his tongue. It was so human. “Please touch me,”

Your hand lifted from his chest, but the whimper stopped in his vocal box as you cupped both his cheeks. Your grin was contagiously warm. Something flustered in his stomach, though no warning flashed before him. “Of course,” you kissed his nose softly and Changbin sighed in bliss. He almost missed how you slid from his body to the ground before him.

Almost. Changbin was always acutely aware of the things you did. And his sensors would have screamed at him at the lack of weight atop him. He opened his eyes and felt his internal temperature heat at the smirk you offered. Your hands unzipped his pants and your eyes never left his.

You were on your knees. In front of him. The gaze in your sparkling eyes looked innocent but the smirk on your face was wicked. His Cyberlife pants were pulled from his legs and you took care to help them off entirely. Changbin stayed silent to prevent any errors in his speech. Either he would warble in tone or simply short circuit if he tried.

His underwear was taken off with just as much care. It was almost teasing him with how slowly you went, tracing the tips of your fingers down his skin and making his system heat with each moment. How did humans survive such a thing? He felt desperate for your tooth, for your smile, for your kiss.

“I didn’t realise you had ejaculate,” you leaned toward his throbbing cock. You ran your thumb up the false vein on the underside and Changbin hissed in pleasure. More of the aphrodisiac lube, his pre cum, slipped from the tip and landed onto your hand. It shimmered, blue and glittery. “Do you know what it is?”

He nodded though his face resembled a wince. You had your hand around him, the pressure made his wires spark. “It’s a lubricant with the qualities of an aphrodisiac,” he gasped when your hand moved to the tip and massaged gently. His voice box created a tremor in his tone as he continued to speak. “Nothing toxic or dangerous.”

“Meaning it is edible?”

“Mhmm,” his whimper made your smile raise. You looked so proud of him for knowing the answers. He wanted to keep making you proud like that. Changbin knew lots of things, after all.

You leaned in closer to his cock and rubbed your hand down to his base. Your lips hovered over the tip, he could feel your breath hit the skin. “I wonder how you taste, Binnie,” he never got the chance to answer and make you feel proud. You acted too fast.

Changbin pushed his hand into your couch cushion and squeezed as you kissed the top of his cock. Pleasure that he had never felt sparked through his entire body, even his toes wiggled at the sensation. He could see parts of his blue ejaculate smear along your lips as you gently took more of him into your mouth.

His cock twitched in your mouth. It felt amazing. So warm. So wet. The hand on his base began to move, an added layer of stimulation that caused his left eye to twitch. Hesitantly, he pressed the other hand to your head and held you. He felt your smile around him.

“F-Fuck,” his head fell back as you took even more into your mouth. Your jaw clicked into the breathless air as he accidentally rolled his hips into the pleasure. It caused you to gag around him. Changbin’s immediate response was to check for injury, but you continued to smile as a tear poked into your eye.

Changbin held your head as you moved back and forth on his cock. Your hand followed the rhythm around his base, thumb keeping extra pressure along the vein of his underside. He scraped his nails along the back of your neck lightly as his moan echoed through the room.

He had never been a loud android. Barely anywhere allowed to speak in such a way. But all his noises before you were akin to that of a shout. His whines for more reverberated against the music of your radio. His moans rumbled through his chest. Even a growl, that Changbin had no idea he had the ability to create, was thick in the air between you both.

He rather enjoyed being loud. It was all because of you. Your moan in response to his own had only informed him that you enjoyed it as well. The noise had throbbed around his cock in your mouth and made his fingers dig into the couch and your neck.

Strings of saliva collected around your mouth and his length. You collected it under your thumb and continued to drag your hand up and down in tandem with your mouth. Such a good feeling pleasure. How had he existed without it? Was his previous state that of existence?

No. Existence only began when he encountered you. No pleasure would be greater than anything you could create within him. His thighs shook under your hand and he whimpered loudly into the air. He could still faintly hear the helicopters circling the sky. They would never find him.

No one would check to find an android with his dick in a precious human’s mouth. “Please,” he bottom lip wobbled as a tear fell down his cheek. He had never understood why humans would cry from pleasure — not until that moment. It was so delirious and mind numbing how you sucked on his cock. The tears were earned. They were glorious.

He recognised the feeling in his stomach. It always occurred before ejaculation. Changbin attempted to warn you, but his voice box distorted and error signs flashed into his eyelids. He could feel his mouth open in the air and hear the broken words attempt to form. The hand on your head gripped tight as the orgasm shook his body.

The cum, just as blue and sparkling as the rest, filled your mouth and slipped from between your lips when it overflowed. Like with the saliva, your fingers used the lubricant to continue thrusting around his cock for pleasure. Such pleasure indeed.

It took a moment for him to regain control of his body. A soft reboot needed to occur. Changbin started with his optical units and immediately searched for you. His body heated when he saw how the blue cum had hit your lips and outer cheeks to compliment your smile.

Your hand still slowly rubbed around his cock as you pulled your mouth away entirely, nuzzling into his thigh. You sighed in content and stared up at Changbin. He continued to whimper from your lazy hand that milked him. “Strawberries,” you murmured, your lips pressing a gentle kiss to his thigh. Changbin saw how your thighs pressed together and he caught the new smell in the air. Desire. Yours “You taste like strawberries.”

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FINALLY, hwang hyunjin

⎯⎯ pairs ‣‣‣ yandere!hwang hyunjin x gn!reader ⎯⎯ rating ‣‣‣ 18+ ⎯⎯ genre ‣‣‣ angst ‣ suggestive ‣ yandere ‣ friends to lovers ‣ sad fic ‣ hurt ‣ dead dove: do not eat ⎯⎯ warnings ‣‣‣ implied smut ‣ yandere behaviour ‣ obsessive behaviour ‣ perverted behaviour ‣ explicit language ‣ degrading thoughts ‣ praise ‣ murder references ‣ implied death ‣ death ‣ threats ‣ hyunjin is a little bit... in need of help ‣ police mentions ‣ let me know if I missed any ⎯⎯ word count ‣‣‣ 1.2k words ⎯⎯ notes ‣‣‣ just a little something to hopefully get me out of a writing rut and please don't kill me?? thanks babes xx

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He never considered that something was wrong with him. After all, how could love be wrong? All Hyunjin desired was your happiness though if that meant he would only bear witness he would survive. Your happiness was his priority. His one true wish.

However, Hyunjin wouldn’t be wanting you to find happiness with someone else. No, no that just won’t do. It was okay if you never returned his love, he was already selfish enough, but you couldn’t love someone else. You just couldn’t!

But that was normal, right? Everyone got a bit jealous over the people they loved. Hyunjin was not wrong in the ways he felt for you. You were his everything — his muse, his world, his soulmate.

That’s why it was okay that he got rid of that pesky boy who kept irritating you. It was absurd that someone so lowly would dare ask you on a date. He had to learn his place and take his punishment for such a trivial mistake. There wasn’t anything wrong with Hyunjin for defending you, saving you, from those people.

It did always hurt when it meant you would end up crying in his arms over another date being stood up. Your makeup ran over your chin and down onto his white shirt, your beautiful outfit all messy under the cramped position you laid in. But that was okay. Hyunjin savoured it all. His shirt would be a memento that you always came to him and the cramped position allowed him to cuddle you and fantasise about it being a forever stance.

“Do I just keep picking the wrong guys?” you blubbered into a disappointed laugh, and he felt more tears streak down his skin. Your face nestled into his neck and your hands balled fists on his shirt. He frowned and rubbed your back to comfort you. It wasn’t your fault — nothing was your fault! Those boys just didn’t deserve you. Only Hyunjin did. “Am I a magnet for it?”

His heart pounded at how close you were. It had happened so many times over the years you’d lived together and yet Hyunjin always grew so excited by it. He was blessed to touch you, his true love, and he was blessed enough to praise you as much as you deserve. “Not at all! They were all assholes. They don’t deserve you, none of them do.”

You sniffled and hiccuped against his neck. It was okay that you didn’t entirely understand the meaning behind his words, your mind should not be wasted on such awful things such as the mess he would speak. “Then why can’t I find anyone? Are there no nice guys out there left?”

Hyunjin felt like crying when you lifted your head from him. Your face was slightly puffy as you pouted. The tears had stopped falling, but your makeup had still smeared enough to prove otherwise. Your hand pressed against his chest as the question weighed between you. “Of course there is! You just need to wait for him to come to you, instead of wasting your time on those pathetic boys.”

Perhaps you knew somewhere deep inside that the man you should love had been there all long. Your best friend, your roommate, Hyunjin! Your beautiful eyes sparkled as your head fell slightly crooked, lips pursed as you watched him. Like a painting. He couldn’t wait to create his newest masterpiece. He already had many, all of you and the beauty that you make in the world, but he needed more.

Hyunjin needed you like he needed air. The day you had mentioned moving out he felt it all escape — he felt like he was drowning in his own fear. How was he meant to go on without you? You were his, even if he couldn’t say it aloud. “Maybe I just need someone like you,” you giggled again like it was a joke but Hyunjin felt as though he had finally been seen by the angels and given the one wish he asked for. “I think there is some part of me that’s always comparing these guys to you. You’ve probably spoiled me a bit, Hyune.”

He had to have died. That was what it was. How did Hyunjin matter so much to you? To the point, you compared him to others because they weren’t him. They weren’t good enough! Just as Hyunjin had always known. No one would ever be good enough for you, not even him, but that didn’t mean Hyunjin couldn’t try. “I’ve only given you the things you deserve. If anyone thinks you’re spoiled, they aren’t worth your time.”

“That’s right,” you paused for a moment and stared into his eyes. Hyunjin decided that he would need the newest painting to be done in the colour of your eyes. So many tones and shades reflected at him that he felt dizzy, “no one ever treats me as good as you.”

No one ever will.

Hyunjin felt frozen when your beautiful lips grazed against his. It was a moment he had always dreamed of, something that always played on his mind through the long nights when he couldn’t talk to you. His eyes were wide open while yours had delicately shut, like the graceful love he had always known you to be.

But, you pulled away after a moment. Embarrassment built on your face as you fumbled over words to explain the action. Hyunjin couldn’t hear them over the thumping of his heart. He leaned toward you and kissed you, silencing the beautiful mess of words you had spoken.

He couldn’t help himself. You had opened up the door that had been closed for years, his self-control had simply collapsed. There was a sweetness on your lips that he had long since imagined. You were just as delicious, just as perfect, as Hyunjin knew you would be.

You played your fingers through his hair and kissed him back. Soft, slow, but Hyunjin knew you were putting just as much love into it as he was. He could feel it! Hyunjin knew that you loved him too. This was merely his confirmation. Hyunjin placed his hands along your hips and pushed you against the couch, hovering above you.

Finally. He finally got the chance he had wished for. The chance he had fought for. Hyunjin couldn’t help how fast his cock grew hard in his pants. It wasn’t his fault, how could he not be so blissfully happy when his love was fully reciprocated? You pulled at his hair and whimpered when his leg pressed between your own.

He couldn’t stop repeating it in his mind. Finally. Finally. Finally. It was the mantra that beat along with his heart as he made love with the one person he had truly loved. The one person he would always love.

It didn’t matter that you had died. His love would always be enough to keep you alive. No one else could steal you then, no one else could hurt you and make you cry. His love would ensure the perfect world for you both.

Even though people said otherwise. Even though the police had investigated him for your death. Even though others believed that he was mad — there was nothing wrong with Hyunjin. He was just a man in love. And men in love will always find a way to be with their soulmate.

#loved reading his thought process #n the ending !!#hyune

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planet-dawn · 4 months

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give me fever (l. hs)

pairing. alpha heeseung x female omega reader

genre. roommates AU, a/b/o, pwp light on the plot, kinda e2l

warnings. profanity, heat sex(heavy on desperation), masturbation, slick, oral, possessiveness, choking, biting, degradation/praise, unprotected sex, knotting, wet messy filth. minors DNI.

wc. 8000 now playing. fever//enhypen

today is going to be a good day because today you woke up with renewed motivation despite another restless night.

your apartment is the perfect walking distance from work. utilities are included in the rent, there’s an adorable bakery across the street that serves the best chocolate croissants, and the balcony has an amazing view of the mountains.

not to mention rent was more than within your budget.

nothing can ever actually be perfect though, your roommate reminds you as he steps out of his bedroom reeking of pungent Alpha scent, shooting you a wink on the way to the bathroom.

“morning, Omega.”

your apartment is perfect, other than one insufferable factor.

Heeseung Lee moved in last week after your landlord had promised you ‘no issue’ of housing you with another Omega. no issue until it became an issue, that is.

‘you said Alphas aren’t permitted on this floor!’

Mr. Park shrugs, blaming his son's lack of diligence. ‘ah, I give him one task! you kids never listen.’

‘I don’t care! I can’t live with an Alpha!’

‘it will be temporary, okay? technically he paid the first month’s rent in full along with the entire deposit before you. so unless you want to be out on the street by the end of the day, I suggest you learn to live with it. besides, it’s not the 1900s anymore, what Omega doesn’t use heat suppressants these days?’

you, of course. not that you had reason to divulge your medical history to nothing more than a stranger.

‘how soon can you relocate me?’

‘as soon as another tenant moves out, it’s all yours! I’ll make a note of it right now!’

Mr. Park, of course, failed to mention the fact that none of his current leases had less than 6 months left to go.

‘us Alphas get a bad reputation for no reason! besides, Heeseung seems like a really nice young man!”

“temporary my ass.” you mutter, picking burnt bits off your breakfast. a really nice young man, or the bane of your existence.

Heeseung, your new roommate who makes zero effort to shut the bathroom door before dropping his towel leaving every inch of skin visible for your puffy half-awake eyes to take in.

Heeseung, your new roommate who smirks without breaking his gaze while shutting the door enough for the latch to never lock.

Heeseung, your new roommate who has no qualms about how loud his moans bounce off the tile shower walls.

Heeseung, your new roommate who strolls through the living room still dripping wet, scrubbing his hair dry aimlessly on his way to the kitchen to sit across from you and take a bite of your uneaten toast while scrolling through his phone, occasionally nudging into your shoulder to point out something he finds hilarious.

Heeseung, your new roommate who manages to disrupt your peaceful perfection any chance he gets.

“you don’t get it.”

“what’s not to get? you live with a sexy Alpha, and you’re terminally single. of course I get it!” your best friend says, clicking her tongue snarkily.

“me being single has nothing to do with this!” you say, pacing back and forth through your living room. occasionally bending to pick up the various scattered belongings your roommate never seems to put away, from different remotes for his numerous consoles to empty snack wrappers.

“wait, these are my chips!” you snicker, turning on your heel to storm into the kitchen. “this guy has no respect for me, he thinks I’m an idiot!”

“oh come on, don’t be ridiculous! he seemed really nice the other day when I dropped you off.”

“you met him for 2 seconds and asked me if he has a girlfriend, you have no right to an opinion.” shifting your phone between your shoulder and ear, you begin to inspect your cabinet, noticing different items missing.

“I knew it!” you exclaim, glaring before quickly explaining that you need to hang up.

“Heeseung! did you eat my ramen again?!?”

another day of living with an Alpha, and another day full of frustration.

from your toothpaste spilling out because someone continues to lie about using it and never properly closing the tube, to your roommate carrying the faint scent of your favorite body wash combined with his overbearing berry Alpha musk. not to mention the amount of times you’ve noticed your groceries diminishing before you could even touch them.

Heeseung has more than just an affinity for your belongings, he either had to be doing this on purpose, to annoy you, or he truly did not comprehend the meaning of ‘invasion of privacy’.

“Heeseung!”

it’s Sunday, the day you both coincidentally always end up staying home. not that you do go out for much other than for work and to complete errands— something your roommate never fails to mention when taunting you for being a stay-at-home ‘hermit’.

the beginning of your tantrum goes unnoticed, of course, because while every little thing he does manages to itch through your limbs in the most irritating of ways, Heeseung could care less. your presence never fazed him, if anything you only brought amusement to his day the more you’d stomp and reprimand him over minuscule happenings.

“Heeseung!” another shout of his name is the only warning you give before breaking into his bedroom. the crinkled empty packet of ramen gripped tightly in your hold; because why bother throwing out the evidence after eating the last pack? that would mean he gave a shit.

“Heeseung! what the fuck is your prob—“

the scent of crushed up berries hits you first; dripping sticky bitter juice, staining everything surrounding along the way. it’s more than overwhelming, locking your knees together, melting your feet to the floor, ferociously curling through your gut.

it’s not Heeseung’s usual scent, it’s arousal. clouded by raw, depraved, hungry, unmated feral Alpha arousal.

headphones attached to his head block out the sound of your shrill annoyance, the computer screen in front of him displaying a video of a desperate Omega clawing at bed sheets, hurled closer to the camera filming them with rough thrusts and a fist secured in her hair ripping her neck into a painful arch. tear stained cheeks glow ahead, lifted up by a smile and what you can only assume from reading her lips is ‘more! please more!’

Heeseung grunts from his chest, a loud thwack of skin meeting skin blends with the thick buzz of pleasure filling the four walls you stand awestruck in the middle of, unable to convince yourself to leave and pretend this never happened.

the empty package of ramen drops from your fingers, clutching at your stomach to calm the heat that’s begun to spring, pushing lower the more seconds pass stuck in place; lost to the humid scent of your roommate’s sweat trickling down the side of his face.

too engulfed with his need to get off, Heeseung has yet to notice you. his profile illuminates with the screen radiating the most light in his dimly lit bedroom. he’s focused, gnawing on his bottom lip with skin folded between his eyebrows, releasing short staggered breaths the faster his forearm jerks.

the deafening obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh draws your gaze lower, choking on a dry inhale at the sight of the tip of his glistening length.

‘this is an invasion of privacy’ you think, forcing yourself to step back without caution.

“ughh, fuck!” Heeseung’s voice rings out deep, gravelly and strained as if he’s been edging himself for hours.

the realization that you’d last seen him this morning on his way to the kitchen flashes across the back of your mind.

Heeseung had paused in his tracks upon spotting you stretched in a split on a yoga mat. skin tight shorts rode up your bottom, scrunched tight between your cheeks catching him off guard with his foot stuck mid-air.

“uhh..”

glancing over your shoulder, you see his jaws half hung, leaving his lips parted with a lost gaze. “what?”

he doesn’t respond, continuing to eye from the curve in your stretched foot up to your waist dipping in, unable to neglect a throbbing sensation starting to form inside of his sweats.

“Heeseung!” you call out, twisting into another stretch that only arches your back deeper. “do you need something?”

the Alpha straightens up, clearing his throat with a shake of his head before continuing to the kitchen, his hands mindlessly reaching for your half of the cabinet in search of something to munch on; he hadn’t had time to go to the store this week yet, and maybe your food just tastes better than his.

fuck.

Heeseung can’t stop himself from looking over his shoulder, struck by the way you gently blot your face free of sweat. the rise and fall your chest gives only spurting more thoughts he knows better than to allow himself to have.

it’s been almost a month of this now, of struggling to keep himself collected each time he leaves his room to find you either glaring at him from the kitchen table over a steaming cup of coffee or bent over in some suggestive position. whether it be with your head buried in cabinet searching for your favorite ramen bowl that he may or may not have purposely hidden, or your stupid yoga stretches. those stupid positions you put yourself in, some he had no idea one could even contort themself into.

it wasn’t much at first, Heeseung thought sure, yeah, you’re cute. maybe you’re really cute, especially when you huff and puff around your shared living quarters complaining about your toothpaste again.

it really was a mistake the first time he used it, but the way you bursted into his room screaming about how you pay extra to maintain a pearly white smile tickled him more than it should have.

creamy wash dangled from the dispenser of your favorite body wash, the one that blended beautifully with your natural scent and clung to the shower walls even hours after you’d already finished washing up. he swiped it off, dragging the sugary sweet white soap down the center of his chest. a spark of excitement heightened the lower he dragged, easy to imagine you there, taking your time to scrub and rub the bubbly foam over your skin until it felt silky smooth.

as silky smooth as your bare arm felt against his bumping into each other in the hallway, soft enough for an apology to get lost on his lips.

‘sor—‘ Heeseung drifted off, the area you grazed prickling on his arm. a tingle shooting up his limb from the slight contact, curling his sock covered toes into the carpet while you glared and cursed him under your breath moving inside of your bedroom as if you felt nothing at all.

he tried to stay subtle about it, knowing you threw a fit about getting paired with an Alpha to live with, but it became more difficult with each passing day.

maybe snatching a pair of your underwear had been a mistake, but as he saw them fall from your freshly dried hamper of laundry he couldn’t deny this must be fate. not with how soft the cotton material felt against his nose, not with the fresh and airy scent of your wash sticking to his palms.

maybe jerking off with a handful of your body wash hadn’t been the best idea, but he couldn’t deny how much easier picturing you on your knees under the showerhead had become, even after cumming on the wall with his face smashed against the foggy tile; sadly watching his need for you swirl it’s way down the drain.

that’s how Heeseung found himself once again searching up Omega’s submitting for their Alpha.

maybe he returned to the search page for roommates fucking during heats and ruts more than once, maybe he never clicked out. especially from one particular video featuring an Omega with similar features to you, an added bonus is that she too hated her roommate.

“UGH!” another whined groan snaps you back to reality, stumbling back as Heeseung’s hips jump forward, fucking into his fist faster to climax on time with the video playing.

the bend in his neck shatters your resilience, stepping on your own foot with another distracted step back. the small shelf near his door meets your elbow, crashing out a pile of video games and DVDs noisily.

“what the fuck?!” Heeseung twists fast, too fast, lunging his head back with the headphones still plugged into his computer. he scatters, speedily shoving himself back into his sweats with one hand as his other works to shut off the screen. “what the fuck are you doing in here!”

“I—I—“ dropping to your knees, you try to stutter, patting for the door frame to get out. a familiar pang of heat quickly surfaces, screaming for an Alpha to take advantage of you any way they please.

Heeseung fumbles to stand, stopping dead in his tracks when it hits him. stronger than his own scent the undeniable waft of Omega slick punches through his chest, choking on a deep inhale of your body's release practically begging to be claimed.

“heat?” he asks himself, jaw slowly falling open watching you try to move away. crawling backward with your palms on the floor into the hallway.

with the little bit of strength you still have, you turn to run on your knees through the hall. coughing against the urge to stay put and let the Alpha in your presence strip you down to nothing.

your bedroom door clicks shut just in time to catch sight of Heeseung rushing out of his, stampeding over to crash into the door slamming shut in his face.

“you’re in heat??” he asks, amazed, licking across his lips to remoisten them. still too shocked to process everything, he groans with his groin shoved against the door to stave off his hunger. the idea that you fell into heat because of him doing more than enough to get him off.

“aw come on,” Heeseung presses closer to the outside of your bedroom door. a smirk evident in his voice as his warm cheek drags against the chilled wood to speak near the small crevice between the frame. “all of this arguing about lack of privacy for weeks and here you are, triggered your heat because you were being a pervert? naughty naughty.”

“go away!” you clamber to barricade the door even though it’s locked, stuffing a pillow over your face to release a pained shriek.

Heeseung sighs, softly knocking his forehead against the door. “promise I’ll be nice if you let me in, it must hurt..”

“not in heat.” you croak in anguish, dropping your head back to suppress a cramp spiking between your thighs.

“sure baby..” Heeseung’s lips tighten, wondering how long it’s been since you last went into heat with an Alpha around; your scent’s dizzying, churning his already aroused brain. “bet it’s been so long since anyone touched you, hmm? you know you can’t get through this alone.”

“I said go away Heeseung!”

the mix of your scents tastes like a drug poured onto your tongue with each struggled breath you take, burying your nose into your pillow harder to keep the Alpha’s more powerful one subdued. it’s impossible with him so close, practically seeping through your walls with each taunting word and delighted laugh he lets out.

“liked what you saw that much, Omega?” he’s brazen now, fully digesting what this means after weeks of pining for you in secret. Heeseung can barely contain a smile, momentarily grateful for the door keeping you divided. “how much did you see, baby?”

he sighs through the door, dragging his knuckles up and down, the sound of it looming above where you crouch and listen. “did you know I was thinking about you? I always do now.”

a gasp collects in your pillow, tightening your legs closer together to stop yourself from squealing as another dollop of slick pours out. the shorts you still had on after finishing your morning workout completely wrecked now. “I know you saw it, you saw everything, didn’t you? is that what did it baby? watching me jerk off to another Omega? did you know?”

Heeseung waits, chewing his bottom lip while picturing your stunned face again; silently absorbing the heavy aroma of slick you left between the hallway walls. “did you know I was thinking about you? pretending my pretty roommate cried and begged me to go harder.”

breath lodges in your throat upon his admission, caring less whether it be true or false, he knew exactly what to say to turn your insides upside down.

“come on, open the door for Alpha.”

a minute of silence passes, and you think about it.

Heeseung could help you through your heat, this living situation is temporary anyway. it’s too late to find a clinic to suffer it out at, and your heat wasn’t supposed to hit until next month. you had no time left to prepare, and if your memory serves you right— you need new batteries too.

as much as you try to deny an attraction to your roommate with daily complaints, it’s not as if you have been able to ignore how nervous his presence alone makes you.

Heeseung annoys you because you like him, and that’s upset you ever since the day you met.

the tips of your fingers brush around your doorknob, pushing onto your knees with a sniffle into your pillowcase.

“go away Heeseung,” you say finally, shoving back to curl into a ball as your Omega screams to let him in.

“fine, suffer in there alone all you want.” Heeseung chuckles, tapping up and down your door to create a drum that accompanies his sweet vocals. “I’ll be in my room where you found me, waiting for when you’re ready. come out, come out whenever you want, Omega.”

footsteps rain heavily through the corridor, beating against your ear, returning to press up and listen for the familiar sound of his bedroom door shutting. it takes more than a minute, the Alpha lingering down the hall in wait, expecting you to succumb and claw your way out with your hands positioned to pray and beg for his help.

he sighs quietly, but loud to your alert senses, shuffling back to his bedroom with the door shutting but not clicking to lock.

you know he means it, it’s an invitation, precisely as he said to recreate what you caught him watching.

the better part of your conscience commends your ability to stay put and control your natural instinct that craves every inch of the Alphas skin under your tongue, but the devil you ignore clawing at your shoulder chants otherwise.

“fuck me.” you grit between grinding teeth, pushing your underwear down for a pinch of relief. the first touch of air-conditioned breeze rustling between your hips aches more than usual. in fact, everything aches more than usual, never once had any heat hit you this hard and left you this aroused before.

this had to be Heeseung’s fault, stupid Alpha leaving his enticing scent everywhere. stupid Alpha pushing your buttons for weeks until you ended up here, on your knees contemplating how much more of this you can take.

delirium takes over your brain before you can even sweep your fingers between your legs. slick aggressively pours down your inner thighs, sticky and wet down the pits of your knees making everything all the more uncomfortable.

heats had been bearable for the most part, mostly able to handle it yourself, even still showing up to work on your last couple of days with how well you managed to control your Omegas desires.

Heeseung just had to show up and fuck up everything for you, with his stupid big shiny eyes, his stupid attractive smirk, and his extra stupid tall stature that ignited a hint of fear in your gut everytime he stood near you.

as if your Omega could predict your next move, the devil on your shoulder cheered, encouraging you to hurry before ‘our Alpha’ grows more agitated with us.

“useless.” banging your head against the wall, you smear slick painted on your hand across your shirt. shuddering as another pained moan slips out of you.

silently pleading for forgiveness to no one other than yourself, your last shred of self-restraint evaporates, twisting the knob to collapse out onto the hallway floor. Heeseung’s room seeming further than ever now as your knees burn to carry you across the expanse of space separating the two of you. the journey down down the hall pricks through your bones, cracking and hurting until you finally barge into his room.

Heeseung’s exactly as you’d found him earlier seated in his computer chair, another video playing on the screen, and headphones on.

“Alpha..”

a smirk creeps onto his face before looking over to watch you miserably trudge through his room, pathetic with drool already dripping from the corners of your lips.

“Hee..”

your knees burned and bruised against the floor, slowly crawling deeper in without effort to open the door properly. Heeseung fully expected for you to lose control of your bearings and find your way back to him, on your knees again as you’d left earlier.

shifting with his feet paddling against the floor, he swivels side to side waiting until you near close enough to clutch onto his calves, burying your digits in his sweats to hoist yourself higher. “Alpha..”

“you think you deserve anything from me? after I offered you my help so nicely?” Heeseung tsks, maintaining a cold expression, locking his jaw to maintain his composure even as you pull harder on his sweats to lift yourself between his thighs; even while you drag your face against his upper thigh panting like a thirsty pup.

“I think you owe me..” Heeseung sucks in a breath between his teeth, leaning his neck to one side. “how can you expect Alpha to willingly help you after treating me like this?”

Heeseung continues on, pouting when you scratch at his chest, the collar of his shirt dragged down by your grip on the material to pull yourself closer to him.

“please, please Alpha, n—need.” you whisper, pressing a wet kiss to his navel that sets a chill of heat down to his groin. the combination of your fierce grip on him and the heat radiating from your fingertips has him fighting to keep calm, slowly allowing his eyelashes to flutter shut as the scent of your prominent thick slick crashes like high-tide waves against his skull.

“what do you need?” Heeseung says, lowering his gaze to pan over the distress that’s taken over your beautiful features.

“Alpha please, please don’t make me..”

the browns of his eyes flicker with shards of gold and reds from listening to your groveling, but not enough to break his defiance. “why should I still be nice? have you been very nice to me baby?”

with a clear head you’d be able to snicker, bite back and mock him in return, but with heat completely engulfing your body you couldn’t find a care to argue. a coughed wail runs from your throat, stradling the small space left on his lap to wrap around the Alphas broad shoulders and soothe your raging heart with his usual bitter scent that’s ripened, sweet as a berry sucker staining your tongue on a hot summer day.

Heeseung grips your waist, sucking in a breath as he admires the amount of space his large hands cover on you, squeezing you tight to let the idea of bruises and marks created by his hands showing up on your hips and thighs roam free. “there there, you know Alpha will take care of you.”

Heeseung pinches your chin, having to bite back at the way your lower lip wobbles, a glossy gaze stares back pleading to be ruined. “good Omegas know how to ask for what they need.”

“Heeseung!” you whine, sniffling before a tear slips feeling more desperate and humiliated as he grasps your hip with one firm hand to stop you from grinding. “please! I need you!”

the magic words pour from your lips, the Alphas hold returning to wrap around your waist to drag you closer, rolling his hips up simultaneously to press your bare core against his sweats forming a darkened puddle of slick on his groin. “smell so good for me baby, that’s all for me, right?”

there’s something akin to desperation in the way Heeseung’s stares at you while saying your name, pressing the pads of his fingers in your cheeks in wait for you to speak, to reaffirm that you need him, not just any Alpha but him.

pawing at his chest, you slowly nod, dipping closer to inhale every bit of him, for a sliver of his taste to meet your lips. the scent you’ve begun to grow accustomed to more overpowering now, aromatic and lucid inducing, hypnotizing your hips to roll faster for any type of friction against your center.

Heeseung forces your lips into a pout, allowing three breaths to pass between you before closing the small distance with soft lips swallowing yours.

he kisses with equal hunger, nestled between your lips to suck and rub, the end of his tongue finding space inside of your mouth when you let on a gasp of surprise. Heeseung’s big hands run down your back, kneading your ass over your shirt on the way to grip your thighs.

the Alpha effortlessly moves to stand, lifting you with a secured hold around your thighs to set you on an empty space on his desk, his hands roaming, pushing beneath your shirt to clutch onto your waist again, this time with his digits sinking directly into your flesh.

“you feel so good, so soft.” Heeseung says between breaths, mesmerized by how smooth you feel, rutting his hips between yours to smear around the mess of slick coating his sweats.

bending lower, Heeseung lays you on his desk, licking the spit that's ended on your chin, rubbing his nose against yours before returning to your parted lips with his tongue plunging in gliding along yours.

“Al-alpha..” moans continuously spew between strokes of his tongue, losing comprehension with another piston of his hips. the Alphas growing bulge presses stiff against your center, rubbing impatiently on your clit. “please, need you, n—need you now”

Heeseung grunts, chewing your lips with his hands exploring, from squeezing your thighs and ass to tracing your shape up to your chest. he’s everywhere, mauling your mouth as he grinds harder, massaging your breasts with a strong hold and fingers tweaking your hardened buds. if not for his unrelenting will to not immediately fuck into you, you’d be sure he’s in rut.

“need you too.” Heeseung whimpers, winding the fabric of your t-shirt around your waist as a handle to grip and jam against you harder. “need to taste you, feel every part of you.”

“please, y-yes, Alpha please.”

Heeseung nods rapidly, breaking into a sweat still fully clothed above you, large and powerful with demanding empty thrusts that spiral up your chest, craving for more, more of the Alpha to consume you, more more more.

“can you cum like this?” Heeseung asks, a hint of whine singing from his throat as he bends to lick up your jaw, trailing up your ear to suck on. “cum for me baby, wanna taste you.”

“Alpha, n-no” his pace is unforgiving now, pushing your shirt up to stuff into your mouth muffling your moans. Heeseung grunts listening to the nasty wetness between you, slick drips down between his thighs leaving his sweats soaked. the table under you is a mess of arousal smearing its way up to your lower back.

“oh fuck!” with gritted teeth he pulls away to watch your chest heave, hips lifting up in need. a stream of slick pulses, squirting onto his shirt and the space under you, landing with an obscene splash. “fuckfuckfuck.”

he can’t wait any longer, dropping to his knees his mouth attaches to your entrance before you can finish, swallowing the last spurts of slick; the shock of his tongue dipping in shoots your spine rigid, bowing up into an arch with your feet scrambling to settle on the desk. “Alpha!”

Heeseung groans from deep within his chest, his tongue working in and out of your convulsing heat instantly unable to get enough of your slick pouring down his throat. “do you even know how good you taste?”

Heeseung growls between slurping slick and licking between your folds, his nose covered with a layer of wetness from dragging up and down your exposed center. the tip of it rolling your clit into a mind-numbing circle as he takes a deep breath, slick filling his nostrils leaving him with hardly any space to breathe.

“fuckfuck.” Heeseung feels out of his mind, days of jerking off to the thought of you led to this. ravenous with hunger to swallow you whole, he sucks on your labia folds, alternating the velvety flesh with sucks and pointed licks. fat stripes of his tongue dragging from your rim to your clit pursing his lips around the bundle of nerves to make you shriek.

a repeated chant of ‘so fucking good’ between deep intakes of wet breath sounds between your moans, heated palms squeeze your hips pushing onto the backs of your thighs to lift your lower back from the desk. Heeseung stays bent over diving deeper at this new angle, his tongue pushing in and out stretching your walls purposefully.

heat licks through your stomach when the Alpha pushes 2 digits in alongside his tongue, the stretch torturous as he falls into a fast-paced pump. his fingers scissoring inside of you against the strain in his tongue working to wiggle in deeper until his jaw hinges and locks. the tension in his muscle elicits a grunt filling your insides with toe curling vibrations.

Heeseung imagines he could die with his face buried between your thighs, wondering how he went this long without your slick lathered on his tongue. his nose rubbing back and forth against your clit the more he attempts to push in, slipping another finger into you.

“Hee! I’m—fuck!” you keen, wrinkling between your eyebrows with a shout as another wave of pleasure crashes over you. a white heat of lust blacks out your senses with your climax hitting, having to reach for chunks of the Alphas hair to pull at between wailing for him to stop.

Heeseung’s ears feel foggy, clouded with fuzzy cotton and the shout of your pleased moans. he works past your orgasm, gliding his tongue out only to focus on your clit, striking it in repeated motion with lick after lick; his fingers gaining momentum as he buries a fourth in to jackhammer another orgasm out of you.

your next release hits faster, his arm stiffening to push the tips of his digits against a spongy spot deep inside of you, splaying his other hand under your bellybutton with a harsh suck around your bundle of nerves.

“Heeseung!”

screams sound around the room, eyes rolling into the back of your head with the assault from the Alphas merciless fingers and mouth. slick rushes out viscously bursting past his fingers stilling inside of you to enjoy the stream smacking him across the face.

“holy fuck.” Heeseung sighs, licking the mess off his lips before dragging out and kissing from over your slit to your entrance, hips twitching up with a whine from the oversensitivity.

“so perfect..” the Alpha mumbles quietly, not loud enough for you to hear over your euphoric daze; still lost in heat and addictive gratification.

Heeseung’s quick to strip himself, kicking off the sweats you’ve ruined and coming to stand straight above you.

“never seen a prettier Omega.” he says, holding onto your knees to keep you spread open. another embarrassing wad of slick leaks at the visual of the Alphas larger figure looming above you, his chest defined with light abdomen muscles inching closer to your core. “with the prettiest pussy too.”

“Alpha, fuck me already, please” you preen, squirming in his hold. his praise only doing more to heighten your impatience and despair.

“want me that much hmm? you going to cum that hard on my cock for me too?” Heeseung clicks his tongue, sucking a breath between his teeth to lessen his Alphas rage to take you right now. the thought of fucking you for the first time anywhere other than his bed not sitting right with him. leaning over, he kisses you softly, savoring the pilant moans you share between licks across the seam of your lips. trailing his tongue inside to twist against yours and pull, drawing your neck and waist to arch up and let his arms belt around you.

surprising you with his strength, he squats to haul you off the table, his bed not far off to lay you flat even with his legs shaking after staying hard for this long. Heeseung can feel his last semblance of power disappear as he helps you out of your shirt, fully exposed beneath him with your face hidden in your shoulder as you flush. suddenly shy with the Alphas large doe eyes taking time to scan your figure and touch your delicate curves.

“so pretty for your Alpha..” Heeseung’s enraptured, eyes glazed over as they pass over every inch of skin, tickling down your sides to grab onto your hips again. the hiss you let out letting him know it hurts, bruises surely forming in the shapes of his fingers, an image to revel in until he can properly claim you.

“Alpha, fuck me.. please fuck me.” you whine more feverishly now, reaching to scratch and pinch his waist and melt your bodies closer, his thighs pushing more space between your hips to settle his length against your core.

“do you even understand what you’re begging me to do baby?” Heeseung questions, lapping his mouth clean with his palm flattening around your throat. “begging for Alpha to ruin you.”

“wa—want you, want you to ruin me.” his hand tightens, snaking your throat with a chokehold when you plead for him to make it hurt, make it hurt good enough to remember. “pl—please..”

“what if I need everything, what if I need every part of you?” Heeseung breathes harshly, rolling his hips forward to drag his size between your gushing folds. “will you give me that? give me everything.”

“everything,” tears spring free as your hands reach to wrap around his forearm, trembling head to toe with each pass of the Alphas cock from your navel to your clit, the stimulation pushing your mind deeper into an abyss of heat and desire. “I’m yours.”

Heeseung’s throat jumps, cursing under his breath as he litters a path of kisses down your jaw, nipping your chin on his way to your chest. his teeth bury into the mound of your breast with a growl, shaking his head to sink deeper into the fleshy meat and leave a mark. “so good, so fucking good.”

loosening his hold on your neck, he traces upward, nestling the end of his nose along the column of your throat in search of your scent gland. his throat locking dry and tight as he inhales the sweet fragrance he’s become infatuated with. Heeseung nips at your warm skin, teasing you with the threat of marking you to be his, a chance to claim you as his mate. his sharp canines dig in enough to break the skin and leave indentations, staying still for seconds to let your scent fill his lungs.

thrill races through your spine, having the Alpha this close to your scent gland, arching for more movement between your bodies, your nails dig into his sculpted sides scratching down leaving viscous red lines in their wake.

Heeseung sucks with more strength, raising blood to the surface on your neck in a pattern of a necklace, one for his hand to latch onto and deepen later.

“Hee, c—can’t” ragged breath lodges between your lungs with his palm returning to constrict your throat, fingers dig into the sides congesting your next inhale.

Heeseung growls rough, like shards of glass have ruined his vocal chords. “you like that baby?”

your chin barely gives a nod, body speaking for you with another glob of slick running down the Alphas length leaving his balls dripping wet onto the bedding. “get so wet for me, you get wet like this for anyone else?”

“you, you Alpha.” you cry, desperately horny enough to say anything Heeseung wants at this point. brought to nothing but a pile of putty in his menacing hands, willing to hand over your world for him to destroy.

he hums, licking at the sweat blanketing his upper lip, using your throat to push his shoulders up and gawk in awe at the area you’ve drenched between your lower halves. slick coats his thighs, his abdomen shining under soft light reflecting off of him, the bed topper beneath you ruined. “you like me that much?”

Heeseung kisses at the backs of his teeth rutting between your folds, losing his breath as he watches the tip of his size reach past your twitching navel with each swipe up. “fuck, you gonna be good for me? be a good Omega for Alpha and take it all?”

“yesyesyes! be so good, anything,” you blubber, coughing with your thighs clenched around his hips to lure him in, hands scrabbling on his wrist and forearm to loosen his hold on your neck. “so good for you Alpha, a—anything.”

Heeseung grabs a hold of his length, gripping snuggly around the base to calm himself, leisurely dragging his tip between your folds. “you’re so beautiful, baby.”

the thick aroused scent emitting off of you only grows thicker with his murmured flattery, a fresh dollop of slick bubbles out drenching Heeseung’s heavy sack. tears cling to your eyelashes, a watery plead to be fucked echoes out, blurring past the Alphas ears when another waft of your scent spins his head into an alternate universe; mindlessly dipping the tip of his cock past your tight entrance.

“w—want you inside,” you say, fluttering your eyes shut nervously. “want all of you inside Alpha, wanna be full of your pups.”

Heeseung’s chest tightens, grinding his teeth as he inches deeper into your heat. the wet warmth makes the room spin, compressing his lungs in a way that brings him closer to what can only be described as death, and he knows he’s fucked. he’ll never be able to get enough of you after this.

“feel you s—so deep,” you stammer, sliding a palm down to your navel to rest against the skin that’s begun to distend as the Alpha stills, head drooping between his shoulders to lower his uncontrollable moans. “wanna feel your cum.. drip out of me.”

Heeseung can’t stop himself from shouting, cursing under his breath while throwing back his head. wet walls clamp around his size, the pressure shooting through his balls to fuck you with an feral urgency.

shifting back, the Alpha gazes where you connect, jaw hung loose entranced by your cunt refusing to release him. your walls squeezing, milking his cock to your content until he finally sees the tip, ramming forward falling into a brutal pace.

Heeseung hunches forward bouncing you deeper into his bed where he’d always planned to have his way with you, fuck you until you cry and beg exactly as you are now. the nonsense and pleasured sounds dripping off your tongue play like a tune to the rapid volume of flesh meeting flesh. sharp hips barrel against your thighs, bruising in their aftermath.

“what am I gonna do with you?” Heeseung whimpers, pushing his mouth against yours, melting into a messy kiss that’s more drool than lips meeting. teeth clink together, swallowing shared breaths between failed attempts of locking lips. “how are you this perfect for me?”

the Alphas hands cup under your ass, groping to lift your bottom up and meet his furious speed. tingles explode throughout your limbs from his praises, searching for refuge in his shoulder to hide the burn racing across your cheeks.

“don’t hide from me, baby.” Heeseung commands, pressing his nose into your cheek. “my pretty Omega.”

honey vocals sing everything you need to hear, the constant mine mine mine twisting your gut. the Alphas thick length works fast, thrusting into you at a spine-breaking pace.

“pl—please, please,” you croak, biting down on Heeseung’s shoulder as a blood curdling scream tears through your chest. Heeseung’s cock catching on your entrance with each pull out, ankles locked around his lower back.

“what are you begging for?” the Alpha mouths at your jaw, nipping and licking sweat off your cheek.

“fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Hesseung can’t believe what a slut his roommate is, already fucked stupid and still demanding more. moving to slide his arms under your back, he sets a violent pace. the scream you let out scratching your vocal chords up, urging him to fuck you faster. fuck you until your heat breaks.

“yesyesyes! Alpha!”

“God,” Heeseung gasps, in disbelief of how well you take it, taking it like you belong to him already. “made for me, aren’t you baby?”

he’s fucking into you faster, harder, every inch meticulously dragging inside of you. the room humid and hot with a combined heat building off your bodies. skin beats against yours sweaty, sticky, covered in slick.

“fuck baby, how are you still so f-fucking tight.” Heeseung keens, his voice cracking as you clench around him more. “feel too good..”

planting you with another sloppy kiss, he straightens back to push your thighs against your chest. weighing more on your air passage as his hips drop faster, your knees bracketing around your distraught face.

“al—alpha.. br—..” with a sigh, you crumble. angled to watch his length bury in and out of you. the thick size of him spreading your cunt open, breaking you to never need anyone else. no one would ever come close. “breed me.”

Heeseung’s eyes snap open, his hands squeezing the backs of your legs. he can’t stop now, not with how you gaze at him like a God, a hazy stare admiring the man above you sending him toppling over the edge.

tears, drool, and sweat spill past your lips, huffing empty breathless cries. the Alphas cock burying into you balls deep pushing your stomach out again. Heeseung’s massive size rearranges your insides, erasing your last shred of sanity with another push of his hips.

incoherent noises break from your parched throat, the most painful and satisfying orgasm ripping through your body. strong enough to leave you brainless, eyes rolled back as your lower half jerks, squirting aggressively enough for Heeseung to nearly break into tears as he stays rooted inside of you against the pressure trying to push his cock out.

“fuck!”

he fucks you through it, your limp body fucked higher up the bed as he races to completion. a gutted growl slices through the thick air around you. his knot expanding with hot white ropes painting your insides. teeth gritted as he leans down and lays a pathway of kisses up your chest, licking over your scent gland again, with more desperation to bite and have you as his mate.

Heeseung’s knot continues to expand, instinctively drawing another weak orgasm out of you the more you stretch around him. locked together with half-lidded eyes lazily taking in the afterglow taking over your expressions. the heat subdued enough to at least feel half-awake and process reality for the moment.

“thank you..”

Heeseung smiles, adjusting his arms to loop around your waist and position you both more comfortably on your sides until his knot deflates. “why are you thanking me?”

“because..” you mumble, tucking in your chin to hide as warmth rushes to your cheeks. “..I wanna be good for you..”

his cock pulsates watching your expression shift to a demure innocent one, stifling a groan by biting on his lip. he nudges your forehead with his nose, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“you’re the best for me.”

Heeseung’s affirmations reach deep with your heat feeding off the Alphas energy, the ache stings again, punching through your gut. tightening around his length going back down to a normal size.

“Alpha..”

“my baby needs more already?” he grins, pecking away the pout you give him as he maneuvers to slowly pull out of you.

“come on, present yourself, show me how much you want it. show me how good you can be for your Alpha.” Heeseung says with a hint of cockiness, slapping your hip enough to sting and have you lazily turning over. hissing as your knees drag on the wet bedding, lowering your chest to shove your ass out with a defined arch.

Heeseung can’t believe how wrecked your cunt looks already, swollen and covered in his seed. his fingers smearing the mess of your mixture up to push more inside of your hole, drawing more whines out of you. “perfect Omega for me. mine.”

sniffling, you nod, swaying your hips for more even if you feel ready to pass out. “yours.”

the Alpha sits up on his knees, slapping the underside of his length against your rim and slit creating filthy sounds of wetness. his cock coated in the remnants of his release, slick that won’t stop rivering out of you.

“fill you up with my pups, like my good Omega deserves.”

sheathing back in, Heeseung groans, eyes rolling back cutting his nails into your sides. his cock throbbing against your swelled walls, wasting no time to fuck and breed you full of cum again and again. the reminder that you belong to him now never failing to sing from his lips release after release with his hands tangled in yours.

“mine, meant to be mine.”

the Alphas aroma shifts the air around you before he can settle back into bed, humming as he plops back onto the space next to you.

“you’re not going to believe this but..” Heeseung laughs bitterly, nuzzled against your side with his phone in hand. “Mr. Park emailed about an eviction on the Alpha floor..”

“hmm? eviction?” you question, still drowsy with your nose buried in Heeseung’s pillow to quell your heat for a moment.

“yeah.. looks like I can move out by next week..” Heeseung trails off, clearing his throat before locking his phone.

“move out?? what?” those words are enough to have you shooting up to sit, hissing from the way your entire body stings. “why?!”

“uhm, because you want me to move out?” sitting up on his elbows, he cocks an eyebrow, the one he recently put a slit in that you absolutely hate(love). “weren’t you just ranting to your friend about how insufferable and disrespectful I am?”

“see, eavesdropping is disrespectful,” rolling your eyes, you lightly smack his stomach, returning to cuddle into the Alphas pillow. an instant blanket of calm wraps around your body with one inhale of his trademark scent consuming your senses. “do you want to move?”

“not really..” Heeseung admits, laying back down to meet you at eve-level. “I doubt a new roommate would buy the same great snacks and ramen you always manage to find.”

“do you see how you’re insufferable?” you say, rolling your eyes playfully.

“as long as you’re willing to live with me, I’d like to stay.” Heeseung smiles, draping an arm around your waist to press closer. “and maybe see where this goes..”

“this?”

“us.”

“..when’s your next rut?”

Heeseung cracks into a wide smile at that, tickling up your back to make you curl into yourself and expose your throat for him to kiss and lick.

he may or may not have made all of that up, who knows really. it’s not as if he doesn’t proudly carry the title of being your insufferable Alpha roommate without good reason.

#the amount of slick in this oml.. i need a minute 😵‍💫#this was so hot fr #heeseung

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Unexpected Alpha | Spooktober 2023

@sweetracha asked: Chan has been hiding his werewolf side from reader for awhile now but being caught up with work he forgot to check the moon cycles. Cue reader finding out about his other side. Now Channie has always been the confident dom in the relationship so you thought no different when he turned wolf. You were so...so...so wrong

❣ Summary: When an overworked Chris forgets about his rut, you're quick to help him through it. ❣ ❣ Word Count: 4.89k ❣ Warnings: Hybrid! AU, Werewolf! Chris, he has a big dick, smut, comfort, slight angst, praise, begging, riding, creampies, Dom/Sub dynamics, slight Switch! Chris, implied multiple rounds ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, Alpha [once], and Darling, Reader is referred to as Baby, Princess, Good Girl, and Love, lightly edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ Spooktober 2023

Chris was always on top of everything, it was one of the things he prided himself on when it came to his life; he kept track of schedules and deadlines, he made sure everyone was clear on instructions and plans, and he managed healthy routines - outside of his sleep schedule.

He made sure everything was perfect and went according to the plan carefully crafted in his head, and not just for his sake - but for yours.

It had been a while since the world was introduced to nearly half of its population being some sort of shifter - hell, the industry was wonderfully saturated with shifters and shifter supporters itself - but things were different when it came to you.

You knew he was a shifter, he’d let you know that since the beginning - he just didn’t let you know what type of shifter he was; and, no, it wasn’t because he wanted to lie to you, far from it.

He was trying to protect you.

It was always speculation on what type of shifter he was amongst the fans, majority of them settling on a dog type of some sort - some even going so far as picking breeds - and they weren’t wrong in a sense, but they definitely weren’t in the right vein.

He was a wolf shifter; a werewolf for the sake of lesser words - an alpha to be exact, and though they weren’t the rarest of shifters, they weren’t regarded in the highest of honors when it came to the general media and in the same breath they were often fetishized to fit a specific stereotype.

Chris swore he would tell you when the time was right - he knew you were one of the biggest supporters when it came to all shifters - but his fear of your reaction always held him back; his fear of losing you over something he’d seen so many people before him get ridiculed for making the confession die on his tongue.

So, fate took matters in their own hands.

He knew something was wrong when he woke up with a start, an all too familiar heat blanketing his barely clothed body and coating him in a thin sheen of sweat, his senses dialed to ten as he took in the way the fan in the corner spread your scent around the bedroom; cinnamon and pound cake with an undercut of strawberries.

A low rumble vibrated through his chest, and he was close to chalking it up to a random heat spike until a flash of pain struck through his abdomen, a sharp hiss passing through clenched teeth as he tried his best not to wake you.

No… This wasn't- Could it?

Scooting his body away from the loose spooning position you both were in, he rolled onto his back and stretched his arm out in search of his phone on the nightstand. Feeling the sleek device against his fingers, he grabbed it and wasted no time in unlocking it with his fingerprint; squinting against the brightness in search for his calendar.

His worst fear was confirmed at the sight of a little red bubble highlighting the current day, the single letter ‘R’ reminding him of the one thing that managed to slip his mind among all the hustle and bustle of his life.

His rut was starting.

“Fuck… Fuck!” He whispered, eyes flicking to the time before turning off his phone and returning it back to its charging block.

He always had a plan when it came to his rut; he would stay at the dorm under the guise of saving time on transportation for early schedules, lock himself in his room, and do everything in his power to quell the almost insatiable urge to claim and breed - more specifically, claim and breed you.

However, his schedules lately have been drowning him to no end in work, recordings, practices, and preparing for their next comeback - always ending the day with him slugging his way through a shower and ultimately passing out in bed next to your already sleeping form.

There was no way he could justify a 1:43 AM trip to the dorms, if he had to stay at the dorms he’d be there straight from the JYP building, and if there were an emergency then he’d get a call that would wake both you and him.

Should he just risk it? Lie to you yet again and leave you in your shared bed alone?

His stomach turned at the thought, a displeased growl emanating from his throat.

“Channie?”

He could feel his heart - and dick - jump at the sound of your sleep laced voice, sharp eyes watching in the dark as you shuffled around to face him; even with a puffy face and barely open eyes, you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

“‘S everything okay? The kids alright?”

His breath caught, mind running too wild for his own good - kids, you were so caring, so selfless, nurturing, he could give you his kids, he could give you his pups.

“Chris?” You blinked at him, confusion threading through your voice as you reached your hand out to touch him, “Are you-”

His hand shot out to grab you by the wrist, grip tightening in the smallest of ways as he kept you from coming any closer.

“Don’t.” He gritted, willing himself to ignore the feeling of your pulse beneath his fingertips - a slight jump, a hint of worry, a spike of fear spicing your scent. “I- I’m sorry, baby, but I - I need to leave.”

Lips drawn into a frown, your eyebrows creased softly, “You need to- why? What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, love-”

“Then why do you have to leave? Is it one of the boys?”

“No, they’re fine-”

“So what is it? What aren’t you telling me?”

The broken sound in your voice was making his head spin, every instinct within him urging him to comfort you, to make you feel better - he could make you feel better, you could make him feel better.

“Christopher,” you started, sitting up enough to prop yourself up with your left hand, gazing down at him with soft eyes, “tell me what’s going on, baby, please, let me help you.”

Caring, understanding, open and willing, you’d shown him time and time again that you weren’t scared of them, you weren’t scared of him - so why did he keep telling himself to push you away?

Why did he never realize that hiding from you was doing the exact opposite to what he was trying to do?

Blinking hard, he let go of your wrist in favor of pressing his hand to his face, the faint hint of strawberries simultaneously calming him and sending him into a mental spiral.

“I… I’m- It’s my rut, and I-” Dragging his hand across his face, he let it fall to the small space between the both of you, staring defeatedly at the ceiling above, “I don’t want to put that pressure onto you, I don’t trust myself to be around you.”

There was a beat of silence, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you, scared of what expression you could have been holding - that is, until he felt the bed shift and a familiar weight settle itself around his hips, just barely hovering above his lap.

His eyes snapped to yours, hands instinctively finding their home on your hips, hidden underneath the familiar cotton of his t-shirt. “Baby-”

“Chris,” your voice was firm, almost challenging as your hands slid to cover his, “I don’t want you to keep hiding yourself from me.” Feeling his body tense, you nodded softly, “Yeah - I figured out why you always went to the dorms for days on end, and I thought you’d come to me when you were ready but you didn’t.”

He could feel the disappointment radiating off of you, tinging the sweet aroma he knew and loved - he had royally fucked up.

“Princess, I’m sorry - I’m so, so sorry, I really didn’t mean to-”

“I know, baby, you meant well and I love you for that - you’re so selfless it makes me want to punch you sometimes.” A light laugh rolled past your lips and you felt him slightly deflate underneath you, relaxing just a bit, “So, to make up for it, you’re going to let me be selfish and let me help you from now on.”

He went to open his mouth in retaliation but you beat him to the punch, lowering yourself onto his lap fully, nestling his clothed cock against your equally clothed cunt, the warmth barely hidden behind the cotton short circuiting his brain.

“You will let me help you, because you and I both know this pussy is leagues better than whatever you’d be using at the dorm.”

“M-My hand,” he gritted, chest heaving with deep breaths as he tried to ignore the pulsing coming from you or him or both.

“Just your hand?” You mused, tilting your head slightly.

“That’s all I’m admitting right now.” Licking his lips, he paused for a second, “Well, not all - there’s one other thing…” Watching as you nodded for him to continue, he let out a slow breath, “I’m not a dog.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “I… I never called you a d-”

“I’m a wolf.”

“Oh.”

Okay, that throb definitely came from you.

“An alpha.”

“Oh.”

The spike in your scent nearly made him lightheaded, the headiness of your arousal further thickening the already addicting smell, “A-And I promise I’ll be gentle, but if it’s too much-”

“Safeword.” You finished for him, the conversation mirroring one you’ve both had before, “I promise I’ll let you know - now, can I help you?”

Chris wasn’t sure how he was able to contain himself as long as he was with you on top of him, looking down at him with so much warmth, understanding, acceptance - that would’ve been enough to get him through the next few days alone.

Well, in theory, at least.

Nodding to your question, he watched as your lips pulled into a soft smile before your hands moved to tug at your shirt, “Help me take this off?”

He didn’t need to be told twice as his hands moved down to the hem that was pooled around your hips, fingers hooking underneath and dragging along your sides as he slowly slid the fabric up your torso,

Meeting him halfway, you pulled the shirt off the rest of the way, throwing it to some dark reach of the bedroom to be found at a later time, hopefully.

A slow hiss escaped him, large hands running across your sides and up your stomach, blazing a trail to cup your breasts in his palms. “Fuck me…”

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” you teased, arching into the warmth of his hands, “I thought you’d be absolutely ravaging me by now, mister wolf.”

He scoffed out a laugh, peering up at you with inquisitive eyes, “You want me to?”

“Helping you includes letting you use me however you need, so; please, Chris, use me.”

His body shivered underneath you, and before you knew it your nipples were subject to the slightly cold air of the room yet again - budding quickly in the change of temperature as his hands flew to your panties.

“Up.” He murmured, low tone bordering on a growl.

Heeding his command, you pushed yourself up onto your knees, just for a harsh tearing sound to reach your ears and bring your slightly dazed attention to your panties - or rather, the remains of your panties. He quickly tore a line down the other side before tugging it from underneath you, the sorry excuse for underwear nothing more than an ‘H’ shaped cloth before being flung into the darkness.

“Babe!”

“I’ll buy you more, whatever you want, whenever you want,” he huffed nonchalantly, bringing his right hand to your face, tapping his finger against your pouted bottom lip, “now, open.”

Choosing to save your faux sadness for another time, you parted your lips and brought two of his fingers into your mouth, tongue immediately swirling around the digits as you sucked lightly.

His eyes fluttered, dick painfully and pitifully straining against his boxer briefs, eagerly recalling the way that same tongue felt against his length - tomorrow, for sure.

Pulling his fingers from your mouth with a soft pop, he brought his hand back down between your parted legs, ghosting against your outer lips, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

You nodded reassuringly, “Promise.”

With your confirmation, he dipped his fingers between your lips, collecting your arousal on his spit-slicked digits before pressing them against your slit, slowly sinking them in all the way to his knuckles.

A low moan fell from your lips as his fingers stretched you open, head lolling back with bated breaths while your thighs slightly shook from holding yourself up, “C-Can’t you go faster? We’ve had sex before, baby, I know what you feel like.”

“Ruts are… It’s different than how things normally are,” he murmured, setting a thorough pace of curling his fingers with fluid motions of his wrist, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Patience was never your friend, especially when it came to having your boyfriend in the best way imaginable, and you huffed in disdain. “You won’t- ah, hurt me, I’m wet enough, you can feel it, you know I am!”

He growled your name through gritted teeth, noting the way your walls clenched around his fingers in response, “I know you’re excited, but I know how this works - I’m not fucking you until I know you’re ready.”

He was right, you knew he was, but you were desperate - you needed this as much as he did and maybe he was aware of that, too. Maybe he knew how much you missed him, wholly and truly as you watched him slowly get taken over by work and worry.

Sparing him the rest of your needy insistence, you adjusted yourself to lean over him, resting your bare chest against his while laying your cheek against his pillow; inadvertently opening yourself up more for his fingers to work through.

“Good girl,” Chris cooed, his free hand cupping the outside of your thigh, “it’ll be quick, I swear.”

If there was one thing to know about Chris, it was that he kept his promises, and somewhere between the hums of praise against your ear and the well timed strokes of his fingers, you found yourself three fingers deep and on the cusp of an orgasm.

“Channie, please,” you panted against his pillowcase, head spinning and ears picking up on the wet sound of his fingers dutifully working you toward your high, “wanna- fuck- wanna come on your dick, please? Please, baby, can I?”

“Love, I…” The attempt of formulating an excuse died on his tongue - you were ready, he could feel it in more ways than one, the evidence dripping down the palm of his hand.

Pushing yourself to your forearms, you hovered over his body with all the strength you could muster, gazing down at him with lust fogged eyes. “I-I told you, if it was too much I’d let you know, remember? Chris, please,” dipping your head down, your lips pressed against his plump pair in what you could only express as hopeless desperation, “this is too much, I want you in me, now.”

A shaky breath fell from his lips as his fingers stilled, willing himself to focus on the pressure of your forehead against his while your words did everything in their power to rouse his instincts.

You were ready, you wanted him - he needed you.

The next thing you registered was the long, slow drag of his fingers out of your pussy, the way your walls clenched around nothing almost enough to make you beg for him to go back to fingering you; that is, if it weren’t for the feeling of his forearms brushing against the inside of your thighs.

It was a short struggle of working his boxer briefs down his thighs with you still on top of him, but he persevered and soon they were shuffled down his legs and kicked off the side of the bed, leaving you both fully naked under the cool light of the moon streaming through the window.

You wasted no time in sitting up fully yet again, reaching behind you to take his dick in your hand and running the smooth tip along your dripping folds.

“Baby, hold- oh, fuck-” Chris’ hands flew to your hips as you began sinking down on him, his mind going blank at the feeling of your all-too-tight walls hugging every inch of his girth.

“S-So big,” you gasped, eyebrows pinching as you sunk further, “it feels- jesus christ, it feels bigger - oh my god-”

“I told you, everything’s different when I’m in rut - everything.” Hissing out a short breath, he blinked away the haze and watched your face, “Don’t rush yourself, take it slow - and if it hurts-”

“-safeword, I know, baby, just-” Sucking in a breath, you steeled your nerves before releasing it in a slow exhale, relaxing your muscles as best as you could, “I know you trust me, but I need you to trust yourself, okay?”

Blinking up at you, he let your words settle in his head - he trusted you beyond a shadow of a doubt, no questions asked, but now he needed to show himself that same level of love.

So, he did; relaxing against the bed to witness you gently fuck yourself with the half of his length currently inside of you, your hands played against his chest for further support.

With each inch slid out came a new inch that slid in, airy moans floating past your lips as you felt your walls flutter to accompany the new stretch until you were sat in his lap and twitching at the promise of your first orgasm.

“Good girl, look at you - fuck, you’re taking me so well.”

This was better than anything he could’ve dreamt of; the way your nails dug into his chest, your head bowed as you tried composing yourself as best you could, all while your pussy hugged him in a way that made his hormonal mind spin.

“B-Big.” You gasped out, involuntarily clenching your walls with a sharp inhale, “So big, Channie.”

Truly you meant to say more, you wanted to talk about how perfect he was and how good he felt, but your brain was set on how immensely full you were and how the stretch was unlike anything you’ve ever felt despite how big he normally was to begin with.

“I told you,” he taunted in a sing-song voice, shifting his hips upwards and earning a high pitched mewl from you in return, “but you wanted to prove yourself, wanted to help your wolf, didn’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” nodding mindlessly, you locked your eyes with his own, watery and blown out with lust, “wanna help you - want you to use me, baby.”

His breath caught, hands flexing against the flesh of your thighs as he fought back the urge to make do on your words - not yet.

“Use me first, love.” Sliding his hands up to your hips, Chris held you tight, “Come for me, then I’ll show you how thankful I am for you, yeah?”

You nodded once more before shifting your pressure onto your calves and his chest, rising halfway off of his cock to sink back in a slow rhythm - though, even that simple motion had a breathless whimper falling from your lips. After another test bounce, you picked up the pace and rode him with as much vigor as you could muster; his grip on you guiding and assisting your motions in the process.

Ragged pants and moans filled the room, though most of the sounds came from you as you fought against the fiery licks of your orgasm at your heels, wanting to ride him as close to completion as you possibly could - not that you fared any better with him any other time.

“I can feel you clenching, baby,” he grunted, bucking his hips up at your next fall, “gonna come for me? Are you gonna come for me, princess?”

“Mhm- ‘M close,” your body felt like it was on fire, thighs burning with exertion through each rise and fall that brought you closer and closer to that sweet release. “Please, please, Chris, I’m so close.”

On instinct, he brought his right hand up from its place on your hip and pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, watching as you graciously parted your lips to lick at the pad before he brought it back down to the apex of your thighs; spreading your lower lips to press his slick thumb against your clit.

It only took a few well timed flicks for you to stutter in your riding, freezing in his lap as your pussy fluttered and clenched sporadically; clipped breaths and broken moans of his name filling the air.

“Ah, C-Chris- Chris!”

The way your nails dug into his chest should’ve hurt - there would undoubtedly be marks left behind in the morning - but the only thing running through his mind was the way you looked practically vibrating in his hold, your scent further flooding his senses as the warmth of your cum further slickened his cock.

You barely had the chance to fully come down from your high when you felt a shift - then, you were falling, your back landing on the mattress and a pillow cushioning the back of your head; you were on your back now, and hovering above you was your massive, borderline feral, boyfriend.

“Did so good for me,” he purred, hands sliding up your stomach to your breasts, then down again to your thighs and the backs of your knees, “such a good girl, my good girl - mine.”

A shiver ran down your spine, your pussy clenching around his length that was, surprisingly, still inside of you despite the change of positions.

“So perfect - can’t even believe you’re real sometimes.” He raised your legs up and slightly outward, eyes set in a firm gaze where you were still connected, “You deserve so much, ‘m gonna give you everything - anything you want, it’s yours.”

“You.” Breathless and starry-eyed, you spoke up once more, “I just want you, please, Chr- Please, alpha.”

The speed at which his eyes met yours would’ve made you think you said something horrendously wrong, but when all you saw was a shadow of dominance further darkening his lust blown irises, you knew your words coaxed something free.

“You want me?” His tone was low, velvety, though the grip on the backs of your knees tightened and, without warning, he bucked his hips forward to sheath a lingering inch or so back inside of you, “Then take me, princess.”

If anything, his words were a warning for what was soon to come as you were held spread open for his viewing pleasure; the sound of the mattress squeaking becoming a background tempo to the rhythmic slapping of his thighs to the bottom of your ass - fast and deep, each thrust slowly inching your body up the bed as he easily followed.

Your hand pressed against the headboard, anchoring you in place before the top of your head could meet the wood, while the other wrapped around his forearm and held on for dear life - the only thing leaving your mouth being short moans and a chorus of ‘ah, ah, ah’s.

“I’ll give you everything,” Chris huffed breathlessly, his heated gaze traveling up your body before landing on your face, “all of me - my love, my knot, my cum-” A shudder ran through his body, his thrusts growing faster, “-every last drop, just like you want, yeah?”

The closest thing to a confirmation you could offer was a rapid nod of your head, eyes rolling as the fat head of his cock brushed against a spot that had you seeing stars.

“Words, baby - tell me.”

“Yes!” You cried out, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes as your second orgasm reared its head, “W-Want it- Want your knot! Need you to- F-Fuck, need you to fill me, please!”

Suddenly, you were dragged from the top of the bed toward the middle with ease, the presence of his hands behind your knees now changing to him locking your legs around his hips and propping himself up above you on his forearms.

“I’ll knot you so well, baby,” his nose brushed against yours, lips ghosting with each hushed word, “give you everything I have - I’ll make sure it sticks, you just need to take it.”

You panted pleas and promises against his lips, your arms locking around his shoulders as a hand found its way to his hair, while the other splayed across the top of his back - too far gone to fully consider the words he was saying, you just needed him.

“You can take it, you can take it.” He murmured softly, a stark contrast to the frantic thrusts currently shaking your body, “I know you can take it, right? It’ll fit, I’ll make it fit.”

A sudden grind of his hips had you flying over the edge of your second orgasm unexpectedly, barely managing a sharp moan as your back arched off of the bed as best it could with him caging you in.

Chris shivered, driving into you with short, sharp ruts as his orgasm finally began to show, the anticipation making him pant heavily above you while his eyes scanned your blissed out face; your body thrumming with the aftershocks of your high.

“C-Channie.” You whimpered, eyebrows pinching as a new presence made itself known in your abdomen, “Channie, w-what-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed instantly, though his pace remained unchanged, “‘m almost there, princess, I just need-” A pained grunt escaped him, the beginnings of his knot starting to grow, “I need you to take it for me- Please, please, baby, take it, take me, okay? You can do it, you can.”

The increasing stretch made you keen, your nails now digging into his back in an attempt to counteract the pain, “It’s- It’s too much, baby - oh my god.” Despite your feigned protests, you found yourself locking your legs around his hips, your body more than willing to cross this next hurdle.

Each pull out became shallower and shallower, his knot slowly getting caught in your walls.

“Please, please, please, please, please.” He chanted desperately, his right hand fisting the crumpled sheets underneath you, “It can fit, it’ll fit - just a little more, princess, just a little-” The next thrust forward finally locked him in place, his knot fully surrounded by your tight walls, “Fuck! T-Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You shook underneath him, nonsensical babbles leaving your mouth as tears of pure pleasure streaked their way down your face, “I-I- C-Come, Channie, come- ‘S big, big-”

“I-I’m gonna,” Chris heaved above you, breath rugged and short, sweat dripping down his temples, “‘m gonna come, baby- I’m gonna- Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

His voice tapered off into a high pitched whine, followed by a groan as his cock throbbed inside of you, flooding your poor cunt with wave after wave of cum.

At some point you must’ve blacked out, because when you came to he was no longer gasping for air, however the ache between your legs was still very present - though, it wasn’t uncommon for him to stay inside of you after a creampie.

“Baby? Princess? Are you okay? What’s your color?”

Smiling dazedly, you hummed happily with a soft sigh, “Green, so green.”

You went to stretch your legs when a short tug stopped you in your tracks, Chris groaning above you with a sharp breath, “Don’t- Don’t move, baby.”

Running back the last few moments of consciousness, you were quickly and graciously reminded of your new predicament - though, said memory caused more harm than good, as your walls fluttered involuntarily at the spicy recollection of events.

“Baby.”

“I’m sorry!” You pouted at him, hanging your hands from his wide shoulders, “I can’t help it, it was hot.”

Chris scoffed out a chuckle, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, but we’re gonna be stuck like this for a little bit until my knot goes down, okay?”

Nodding, you gave him a soft tug, smiling as he dropped his weight to lay on top of you before tucking his head in the crook of your neck, littering butterfly kisses to the undoubtedly damp skin there.

“You did such a great job, baby,” he murmured softly, nosing at the underside of your jaw, “I’m so proud of you, and… Thank you for wanting to help me through this - seriously, you didn’t have to and I just… I love you so, so much.”

“I love you too, darling,” you scratched your nails against his scalp gently, a soft hum vibrating through his chest, “just remember that I’m here for you no matter what - when I say I love you, that means all of you.” Accepting his sign of understanding as him raising slightly to catch your lips in a slow kiss, you gave him a tired smile, “Now, let me take a quick nap, because you and I both know there’s more where that came from.”

“Yeah… You’re in for a long night, princess.”

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#need to be knotted by him so bad ugh #this was perfect #chan <33

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planet-dawn · 6 months

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18+ minors dni, f!reader, spitting, gagging, mentions of alcohol, pinv, oral (m receiving)

nerd loser bf!mingi things …

he wants a hot emo gf and when he gets one .. he’s in constant awe of how cool you are, cheeks a permanent glowy pink and cock at least half hard when he’s around you. his big hands are shaky and hesitant to touch you, finding it hard to not reach out and poke at the dimples at the bottom of your spine, the low waistband of your jeans putting the cute indents on perfect display. he’d reach around your hips while you ride him, feeling your dimples with his finger tips as his pretty lips fall open, eyes blown wide as you bounce on his cock

emo gf bonus: mingi goes insane for a belly button piercing. dazedly watches the pretty jewel jut out with each thrust of his cock into your tummy .. and despite you whining about it being unsanitary he wants to finish on it, pulling out and covering the cute charm and the rest of your tummy in his warm cum

his glasses fogging up as he fucks you, hunched over your smaller frame. he’s a loser but also kinda mean <3 ignoring your mewls as he pounds you, your nails scratching at his chest just making him go harder. you can barely see his eyes behind his foggy lenses, black hair falling over his face, teeth digging into his bottom lip with the effort. his usual shy demeanour is gone, and all you can do it stare up in awe when he gets like this, fingers bruising your hips, deep voice telling you to “open your mouth” before his lips are pursing to spit into it

he cares more about your style than his, so in love with how cool you always look that he sees you as his little model, buying the two of you matching earrings and asking to do your makeup because he wants to see you with even more black liner. he’s so gentle as his fingers smudge the pigment around your eyes, smudging your lipstick with the pad of his thumb to see how it looks. it turns into him gagging you with his long fingers, watching pretty tears well in your eyes before rolling down your cheeks. he holds your pretty face as he fucks it, deciding that your makeup looks best when your cheeks are wet with a mess of spit, tears, eyeliner and his cum <3

he’s like a big-eyed puppy following you around at parties, long fingers hooked into the back pocket of your jeans as you make rounds saying hi to all your friends. he’s so quiet as he towers over you, just nodding and smiling nicely when you introduce him. once you’re home it’s a different story, the sickly sweet taste of the mixed drink he sipped on on his tongue that pushes all wet and needy into your mouth, his jaw slack and eyes fluttering closed as he lets you pull his baggy sweater over his head. he looks so dumb and pretty when you pull away, hair sticking in different directions and glasses askew, behind his lenses his eyes are blown wide, cheeks flushed and lips swollen and red. a whine catches in his throat when you sink to your knees, his cock raging in his briefs, the head drooling just like he is. he’d be so cute and needy, all broken moans and curses as his hips buck sloppily into your mouth

“y’look even prettier with my cum on your face”

“is it bad i like seeing you cry? knowing it’s only me who can fuck you to tears”

being with you makes him such a perv, never not thinking about bending you over and using his big form to hold you down, filling you over and over until him cum is dripping down your thighs

#yeah so umm where do i get this mingi #he can doll me up n fuck me silly #mingi

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planet-dawn · 6 months

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STAY QUIET.

He was splitting you open. In the bathroom. At your parents' house.

! - pervert!yunho x fem!reader

!! - smut

!!! - 430 words

!!!! - semi-public sex, gagging (panties), rough sex, dirty talk, creampie, oral (f receiving), marking, licking (😭), panty thievery, cum eating (m)

☆ !! - reply to @catkyunie 's request, tumblr wouldn't let me update the ask w a link and I accidentally deleted it :(

NET : @cultofdionysusnet | 100 Followers Event

Yunho had first attracted you due to his kind manner and unrestrained happiness. He was a sun to your cloudy sky, always able to lift the mood when needed. Every date he would shower you with affection and would help you with everything, not wanting you to lift a finger. So you had believed him to be a gentleman through and through.

Oh how wrong you were.

He was rough with you, murmuring into your ear while you whined quietly. Despite the length of your dress already being a tad risqué, your ripped panties were shoved in your mouth, keeping you quieter than normal. There was something about Yunho that made you into a screamer, but you weren't exactly complaining.

"My pretty girl, all for me."

You nodded as he snapped his hips harder, your love handles already beginning to bruise from his harsh grip. You liked it when Yunho treated you like a slut, god it drove you crazy. He had a way of reducing you to absolute ruin.

When his fingers slipped down to your clit, you cried out as he let his tongue drag the length of your neck before humming with delight in your ear, nibbling the lobe.

"Gonna cum, baby? Your parents are waiting."

All you could do is whimper in response as he rubbed furious circles onto you, thrusts becoming more sloppy by the second. Just the thought of being caught had you clenching around him. Here you were, watching yourself get fucked in the bathroom mirror, chest covered in love bites just shy of where your neck was exposed.

Your lover's reflection was intense as he ruthlessly used you, hair beginning to stick and cheeks flushed. Groaning, Yunho bit softly onto your shoulder, just out of sight as he pulled you impossibly close to him, emptying into you before you had even reached your high. Disappointed, you spat the panties out when Yunho pulled out of you, turning around with an indignant expression.

"Don't be a dick Yu-"

Upon turning, you found yourself met with the beautiful image of Yunho on his knees, staring up at you with a smug smirk.

"No evidence."

A second later, his face was buried in your pussy, voraciously eating his own cum out of you. Your legs shook as you reached for the panties. He chuckled into you before quickly snatching them, causing you to whisper shout at him.

"Yun!-"

Simply smirking and pocketing them, Yunho pulled you down harder onto his face, sending vibrations coursing through you.

"Stay quiet baby, don't want your family to hear."

#this is canon yunho i refuse to believe otherwise #i know that man's got the duality #yunho

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planet-dawn · 6 months

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BAD BOYS NEED GOOD DICK TOO — MINSUNG.

minsung

smut, NSFW

dom!jisung, sub!minho, established relationship, degrading, slapping, butt plug, oral (j. receiving), mean dom j., begging, praising, edging, m. crying, use of “slut” and “good boy”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i’ve got tired of minho being dom in every minsung smut, so… (it definitely didn’t take me more than two weeks to finish this)

art by: @cherryleash on IG (permission for use was given by the artist)

it was like something out of his dreams. no, more like something out the porn videos he watched on his own. minho has always wanted to try being hard dominated by a guy, even if this desire was tough to admit. if he was honest with himself, his dick was always twitching at the videos of two men fucking roughly. but he never had a chance to experience it for himself.

until he met jisung. that sweet guy had fallen from heaven for sure. but there was one problem - all they did was the most gentle sex minho has ever experienced. jisung was so attentive - always making sure minho wasn't hurt, giving him the best aftercare and tons of kisses. how do you tell such person that you want him to spank you and then fuck your mouth?

“hey…” minho sat himself on a couch next to his boyfriend, preparing to say the most embarrassing thing he could have possibly said.

“hey.” jisung was browsing through his phone, but immediately stopped, as he saw minho looking so tense. “what’s up, jagi?”

“ugh… well…” minho was so nervous, he could hardly form a sentence. “ji, remember you asked me if i have some hidden desires? in bed, i mean.”

“yeah?”

“so, ugh…” taking jisung’s hand in his, minho swallowed nervously. “fuck… how do i even say this…”

“it’s okay, jagi. i won’t judge you.” jisung reassured again, gently rubbing minho’s cheek, making him even more anxious. why does jisung always have to be so caring?

“i want you… to be rough with me…” minho mumbled, blushing hard. “like… really rough.”

minho felt like he could sink into the ground, but he said it. it felt horrible - exposing himself like this, but he finally said it. closing his eyes in embarrassment and huddling into the couch, minho waited for his boyfriend's reaction.

“you want me to fuck you dumb till you pass out? is that what you’re saying?”

that clearly caught him off guard. minho swallowed, feeling his dick twitch at the words. he barely even nodded, eyeing to the side, embarrassed. his hand ran through his hair, pulling at the strands in hesitation.

jisung lips twisted into a smirk, voice filling with something minho had never heard before. “you want me to slap you so you won’t be able to sit afterwards? or maybe you want me to fuck your mouth and fill you up with my cum?”

oh.

minho didn’t know that jisung had this in him. the way the words snapped out of jisung’s mouth made minho swallow hard, shiver going down his spine. his pants suddenly felt so tight.

for a moment, jisung thought he’d gone too far. minho wasn’t responding, still staring everywhere, but at him. he began to apologize, to say that he thought he understood him correctly, but then his eyes went to minho’s hands pulling sweatpants out of anxiousness.

and oh. jisung understood him exactly how he needed to. minho’s sweatpants were pulled up in the groin area, showing the outline of his semi-hard dick, precum leaking through his boxers.

a wave of embarrassment crushed minho, but the fact remained - he was being this horny over just a thought of his boyfriend fucking him dumb. and that was enough for him to get off.

jisung pressed down on the rough fabric, gaining a loud moan from his boyfriend.

“jagi, do you really want me to-”

“yes, please, ji!” minho responded, finally looking back with nothing but lust in his eyes. he nodded frantically as he was desperate for any sort of stimulation, the heat underneath his pants was becoming more and more unbearable.

“then let me tell you a couple of rules: no touching without my permission, no whining and no begging.” jisung’s voice completely changed, turning him in some kind of sexy dom from the videos that minho still secretly watched. “take this off and get on my lap. quick.”

minho swallowed in anticipation, but his mouth suddenly felt dry. he was getting so shy in front of this jisung. his mind still couldn’t comprehend that his lovely boyfriend turned into dominant one so effortlessly.

“i said quick!” jisung slapped his own bare knees. “or else you’ll receive your first punishment. do you want to be punished already?”

“n…no…” minho’s voice trembled as he undressed and laid on jisung’s lap with his ass on display.

“oh… jagi… did you put it a butt plug?” jisung was so surprised that he stepped out of his role for a second. minho did not answer, only blush appeared on the tip of his ears. “you are so nasty, jagi.”

there was no warning. a light slap to minho’s ass, only to prepare for it to get rough. a mixture of a moan and whimper escaped minho’s lips.

“remember what i said about making noise? if i hear you one more time - this is over.” jisung gave another slap to the asscheek, making minho bite his lip to hide a whimper. “good boy.”

it was endearing to see how minho reacted to praise. he tried to cover his face to hide his flustered expression as his face turned red, but jisung held his hands in place, making him whimper quietly.

the next several slaps came in quick pattern, all hitting roughly the same spot on one of the cheeks. each rub came with a smack harder, yet more pleasurable than the previous one. the older’s globes were already becoming watery from the pain he desired so much. minho whined as jisung smoothed his palm across the reddening skin instead. he tried to stay quiet, but he just couldn’t. finally he was feeling what he craved for so long.

“what did i just hear? is that another sound coming from your pretty lips, hm?” jisung’s hand was still stroking both cheeks.

“s-sorryy…” minho cried out. “just- feels really good… can’t help it-“

jisung grinned. “i am glad you are enjoying it, jagi.”

seemingly being satisfied with a result of his work on minho’s ass, jisung gave it a final slap and ordered to now sit on his bare lap.

minho climbed on jisung, pain on his red cheeks making him suck in his breath. jisung was already naked, pressing his bare cock against minho’s ass. minho couldn’t help it, but start grinding himself into it almost automatically. jisung chuckled.

“yes, jagi, grind your ass on me. show me how bad you want my dick inside you.” jisung gave a quick kiss to minho’s neck.

minho wasted no time and began to slowly grind. jisung’s dick twitched under new sensation, so firm and already leaking beneath minho, making him only imagine how good it would feel inside him right now.

now jisung’s hips and his already hardening cock were pressing into minho’s ass, making oldest squirm. jisung’s arm wrapped around minho’s waist, holding him in place.

“that’s it, jagi, there you go.” jisung encouraged. the friction was enough to make minho sweat, the pleasure was overwhelming him.

minho could feel jisung growing harder under him, the head leaking with precum was poking his ass. he couldn't resist the temptation any longer and reached his hand out almost involuntarily, cupping jisung’s bulge gently. it was firm, and warm, and growing bigger seemingly by the second.

jisung instantly took his hand, re-directing it. "no-no, remember? no touching. not until I say you can.”

“s-sorryy.” minho cried out again, making a frustrated huff.

“keep going, jagi.” jisung patted minho’s waist gently.

and minho did as commanded - grinding pathetically against the hard dick. the mixture of both precums was dripping between his thighs.

jisung leaned forward slightly - one hand wrapped tightly around the base of minho’s cock. “gosh, jagi, you are so hard.”

he carefully swiped the head with his thumb and minho responded in instant, hips bucking into jisung’s hand, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“shhh, you are so sensitive.” jisung breathed into his neck, placing a soft kiss. minho could only whine in response. “fine. you think you can take me now, jagi?”

minho nodded frantically. “please, yes, please, please-“

“please what? use your words.”

“please, fuck meee.”

jisung pretended to think of it for a moment. "hmm… no. not yet."

“but why?” minho whined, getting impatient.

“first you gonna suck me off, like you wanted, right? want me to stuff your mouth with my cock?” jisung whispered last sentences in minho’s ear, making him nod eagerly.

the sight of minho on his knees was endearing. it wasn’t rare for minho to give a blowjob, but today was different. the way he was sitting with his painfully hard and leaking dick, squirming in place, had jisung want to act even rougher. he pushed his dick inside the warmth of minho’s mouth in one move until it hit the back of his throat, making him choke.

but the way minho then closed his eyes as he tasted the salty precum had jisung reeling. minho’s long eyelashes fluttered against his cheek before he opened his eyes again. his ears were so red, so jisung brought a hand down to rub at one of them as minho sighed into him.

the pace of the thrusts quickly increased, but minho was handling it quite well. yes, he was good at giving blowjobs indeed. as much as he wanted to be in control of a blowjob, he liked being fucked like that as well. the pace made his lips sore, his tongue only being able to slide along with the length, feeling the veins. saliva started drooling from the corner of his mouth, as he took more and more of jisung in his mouth with every thrust. soon enough, jisung started to groan and moan under his lips. even when being in a dom role, jisung couldn’t not fall apart from minho’s blowjobs, having just enough self control not to bury himself deep in minho’s throat and cum right there.

as soon as jisung felt himself getting close, he pulled away with a pop, grabbing minho by his hair. and he could have come just seeing the fucked out look on his face, saliva smeared all over the chin and eyes shining with lust. caressing minho’s cheek, he looked down in faux sympathy. minho was an absolute state, and it was so unbelievably hot. tears falling down his flushed cheeks, lip wobbling from trying to contain his moans. his cock was throbbing beneath jisung and jisung couldn’t help but coo at him.

“you are such a good boy.” he patted minho’s cheeks again receiving a whine in response. “now get on the couch.”

jisung loved edging himself like that. he could have cum several times already, but he wanted to test his own limits. being able to do so freely now, because he was finally in control.

meanwhile minho got laid on the couch on his back, thighs trembling in impatience.

“time to get rid of this.” jisung pulled out the butt plug, that was inside minho’s hole this whole time.

minho moaned loudly, making jisung chuckle.

“remember the rules, jagi?” jisung asked, while rubbing the tip of his cock at the entrance.

“y-yess-“

oh, minho was getting so impatient. his dick was throbbing, and his hole was open on display just for jisung.

“good.”

jisung pushed in, receding a strained gasp from minho, eyes squeezing shut.

“hey, don’t close your eyes.” jisung growled, landing harsh strike of his palm on minho’s left thigh. “look at me, while i fuck you.”

“sorry.” minho apologized immediately, voice small as he forced his eyes open, chewing on his lower lip. jisung looked at him with approval.

he started thrusting in minho so hard, couch squeaking under them. jisung buried deep inside him, that was the only thing on minho’s mind. he was only able to bit his lip harder in order to stay quiet, as jisung kept moving in him at a steady path, rubbing this particular spot that got him wanting to cry out loudly.

“you like that, jagi? like me treating you like a slut?” he gave minho a particularly hard thrust with that, making him choke on a gasp.

“f-fuck! yes- yes!” minho cried out, hands going on jisung’s thighs.

“what did I say about touching?"

he immediately took his hands off, rushing to apologize in hopes that he won’t get punished for that. jisung’s dick inside him just felt so so good.

"’m sorry! just wanted to adjust."

scoffing, jisung stopped his movements and then pulled out completely.

“no, i am sorry, sorry. won’t happen again!” minho’s pleads kept coming out of his mouth. but jisung ignored them completely, grabbing both minho’s ankles and pushing his legs up higher, exposing more of minho’s bare behind.

loud slap landed on the red skin again. minho whimpered, biting his lip.

“break the rules again and you won’t be coming tonight, jagi.” jisung waited for minho’s submissive nod and continued fucking him only after.

minho couldn’t help but clench at jisung’s firm voice. his dominant side did things to him. he hid his moan, almost sobbing because he needed jisung, he needed to feel him deeper and deeper with each thrust.

jisung was giving him no mercy. it felt like he let go of some desires, that has been hidden in him for long. pounding his cock into minho's hole, he was sloppy and as unrhythmic as possible - making minho whine uncontrollably. it was hard to keep up with the pace, when jisung was changing it every second.

jisung harshly grabbed minho’s face, so he could see how ruined minho already was. and all because of him. constant deep thrusts in a tight hole were making minho’s legs shake with tears streaming down his cute fluffy cheeks. he was so sensitive - not even from the teasing, but from feeling of fullness, the feeling of finally receiving what he asked for. and thankfully, it didn’t seem like jisung was willing to stop anytime soon.

“good boy, you are doing so good for me.”

minho moaned at the praise. his cries started to get even more high pitched and whiny, as jisung fucked impossibly faster into his pretty hole, sloppy, thirsty, thrusts.

jisung rested his hands on minho’s ass and placed a kiss to his jaw, bucking hips in the rhythm. minho silently gasped, his cock has already created a pool of dribbling precum leaking against his stomach. it looked pathetic, yet turned jisung on even more. he ran his palm on minho’s dick in one quick motion.

“please, oh fuck! please, please! too much, too much-!” tears started forming in the corners of minho’s eyes.

“too much, baby boy? does that mean you want me to stop?” jisung slowed down the pace, caressing minho’s cheek.

the shake of the head in response was so fast that jisung chucked. minho was having a hard time. he wanted to beg so badly, but he remembered the rules, even though he broke them a couple times already.

“no, please, please let me cum, please- i’ll do anything.” minho gave in, crying out louder. looking at jisung with a pleading eyes, he kept begging.

jisung was in complete control of his body and minho was enjoying every second of it. it was just like he imagined it to be for so long. but right now he was a mess, drooling from the mouth, babbling about how much he wanted to cum and that he has been a good boy.

though, jisung just couldn’t help, but to keep going. he knew that minho was enjoying this, even while being painfully hard. so jisung brought his face closed to his boyfriend’s crotch - warm sensations of breathing on his cock made minho’s breath hitch - kitty licked the tip of minho’s pretty cock as the tip was very obviously swollen and irritated.

minho was crying hard as he kept gasping sharply at the kitten licks jisung was giving his sensitive tip. it felt so so good, but hurt so bad. and this is exactly what minho wanted.

“i can’t… i am gonna cum… p-please-“ minho breathed out, his panting becoming quicker, confirming that he was so close to his release.

jisung chuckled and pulled away from his tip, picking up the pace again. holding minho’s hips still, he rammed into him at a much quicker rhythm combining it with slaps to his ass and thighs.

“you are so fucking nasty, jagi. bet you’ve been fantasizing about me ruining you like that every day, huh?”

minho was so fucked out, he couldn’t even form any coherent word, only whimpers leaving his lips.

“i am fucking you so good you can’t even talk?” another slap to his ass.

minho moaned in approval, eyes closed and lips parted, revealing his bunny teeth. the pleasure was too much and too little at the same time. the way jisung’s lips were brushing against his ear every time he talked dirty. the way jisung changed his position and was now fucking minho into the couch, while still remaining on top, pressing him down with full body weight. minho was trembling.

“answer or you’re not getting what you want.”

“y-ess-“

“yes what?”

“you are fucking me s-so good… i can’t… can’t… ah! t-talk-“

“good boy.”

the praise paired with his hand slapping minho’s ass was degrading, borderline humiliating, but it felt so fucking good, tightening the knot in minho’s stomach and bringing him so much closer to his climax.

“you can cum now.”

immediately after minho screamed out in pleasure, cumming all over himself, jisung’s name leaving his lips.

jisung came right after, spilling inside. both orgasms were so intense, only heavy breathing breaking the silence. once finished, jisung pulled out, collapsing right next to minho’s exhausted body.

“you okay, jagi?” jisung reached out to minho, wiping remaining tears from his cheeks.

minho was breathless, chest heaving as his blush spread onto his ears and down his chest. but he didn’t seem to be embarrassed at all. more delirious with pleasure and so out of it.

“yes…” he replied after finally catching up his breath.

“good.”

jisung laid on the side again, bringing minho closer to him. minho immediately cuddled against him, settling his face in the crook of jisung’s neck.

“i hope you enjoyed this.” jisung said. he knew that he will likely receive a positive response, but still wanted a confirmation that he has done everything right.

“yes…” minho nodded. “thank you.”

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Fire and water - Seonghwa x Reader

Summary: When you walk into the mechanic, you don't expect to see Seonghwa, the most intimidating person you've ever laid your eyes on. He's the complete opposite of you. But he opens the idea of something you've never considered, and before you know it, the door he has opened for you is already locked behind you.

Word count: 6K

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: smut, fem reader (fem pronouns), reader is very innocent and hwa is very not (lol), nicknames such as kitten and princess, oral sex (f receiving), hwa smokes, semi public sexual activities, lmk if I missed anything!

This is all for fun and is not meant to represent Seonghwa in any way.

The intense smell of gasoline and oil fills your nose as you step into the unfamiliar space. Generic rock music plays from the radio and a few random posters hang on the walls. It doesn’t seem like the most professional place, but a car with an open hood in the middle of the room, assures you that you came to the right place. Your eyes scan the repair shop for someone to assist you, but the silence is enough of an answer for you.

You knew you arrived at a late hour, having spent most of your day getting lost in the books at the library, but a part of you hoped you could make it before closing time. It was a simple Google search for the nearest mechanic that had you end up here, but you didn’t think twice to see the closing hours.

Your legs guide you further into the room, careful not to touch anything you shouldn’t. This is the first time you’ve been to the mechanic with your car that you bought a few months back. It was an already used car when you bought it, but you could get it cheap and desperately needed something to help you get to school. The feeling of being in here is intimidating in itself, having little to no knowledge of cars, but a lamp in your car display has been screaming for attention for way too long, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

“Are you lost?” The voice surprises you and you turn around to see a tall figure walking into the room.

Seonghwa.

The tall, lean, beautiful man you’ve seen in the hallways of your university. He is always wearing an oversized old-school leather jacket, messy black hair, black nail polish, and has a cigarette in hand 24/7. He and his group are known on campus for being too intimidating to talk to, but somehow every time you see them, they each have a new girl wrapped around their finger. They party when everyone else is sleeping, don't care about what people are saying about them and they will fight if they have to.

You’ve only spoken to him once when you accidentally walked in on him and a girl kissing in the library. You were searching for a specific book and made your way to the back rows of the library. As you were in your own head, you turned a corner and saw him with his tongue down her throat, her hands running through his (then) white hair. Your instant reaction was to freeze in your spot, panicking. This was the last thing you expected to see, especially at the library.

As Seonghwa removed his gaze from the girl trapped between him and the shelves, and his eyes watched you carefully, you immediately woke up.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” You quickly said, turning around. Cheeks quickly blushed, and you felt the embarrassment rush over you. Not even for them, but for you.

You heard the girl mumble something to Seonghwa, and a second later, she passed you and walked out of your sight. Heart pounding fast against your chest, you slowly turned around before your eyes landed on Seonghwa. Relaxed, he was leaning up against the shelf with his arms crossed, staring you down.

“You can take what you came for.” His low voice spoke.

Slowly you walked further down the row, trying your best not to look at Seonghwa. Focused on the note in your hand with the book name you were searching for, you scanned the rows for the book. It seemed like an easy task, but you felt Seonghwa’s eyes locked on you with every move you made, making this simple mission impossible.

Your eyes kept going over the same place again and again, slowly getting frustrated that you couldn’t get your shit together.

As you looked down on the note again, reading the same line for the 29th time, you suddenly felt something watching over your shoulder. The smell of gasoline and cigarettes surrounded you, and it was like everything froze again. Seonghwa’s presence was close to you, but he wasn’t even touching you. You slowly turned your head to the side, and Seonghwa was peeking over your shoulder, looking down at the note in your hand.

Not a word was said when he lifted his arm, grabbed a book, and handed it down to you. Your breathing stopped as you saw the book you were so desperately looking for, resting in Seonghwa’s hand. Your hands slowly reached out for the book, and you couldn’t help but look up and see his eyes watching you with no expression. You couldn’t tell what was going on behind those eyes.

“Thank you.” You whispered, not being able to get more words out.

“You’re welcome.” He answered coldly, still watching your every move.

Was he pissed at you for interrupting? Was he tired? Was he happy? Relieved? You had absolutely no idea.

So you quickly saw your opportunity to get away, sending him an awkward smile before you practically ran away.

And that was the first and only time you’ve spoken to Seonghwa. Until now.

“No, I was looking for someone to help me.” You say, knowing he’s been waiting for an answer for a little too long. “I need an oil change.”

He takes a few steps further into the room, and you notice the white towel in his hands, filled with black oil stains. He’s wearing a black tank top and jeans, also filled with black stains.

You didn’t know much about him, and you had no idea that he worked here. Looking back though, it made sense for you. He was often seen with a “dirty” outfit, with black oil stains on his clothes and skin.

“Brave of you to walk in here in an all-white outfit,” His eyes travel down your body, and you suddenly feel small. You look down at yourself in your white cardigan, white skirt, and white knee socks. Of course, you didn’t think much of it when you put your outfit together this morning. “Give me five minutes, I just need to finish this,” He walks closer to the parked car in the room, throwing the white cloth over so it rests on his shoulder.

Restless, not knowing what to do with yourself, you step closer to the wall, trying your best not to be in his way. “Careful standing too close to that, or you’ll get oil on your skirt. It stains. You can sit on the stool over there while you wait.” He points at a black stool in the corner and you quickly find your way over there so you can let him work in peace.

You take your time studying the place, not knowing if it’s normal to have a conversation at a place like this. How long will this take? Does he own this place? Should you leave him alone? You decide to focus on the rock music playing while you silently watch Seonghwa do his thing.

He’s leaning over the open hood of the car, screwing something and rubbing his hands in the white cloth after. You might not have any idea of how to repair cars, but he makes whatever he does look so easy. He knows exactly what to do and how to do it.

He closes the hood of the car and walks to the other corner of the room. You can’t see what he’s pressing, but suddenly the metal wall behind you goes up, and you look behind you to see other cars parked outside. It rolls all the way up, and Seonghwa walks to the car, gets in, and drives it out of the room and to the parking lot.

You silently watch him as he comes back and walks towards you. “Alright, can I have your keys?” He asks, reaching out his hand. You’re quick to hand him the key with a heart keyring attached, and there’s a tug on his lips as it’s placed in his hand. “Be right back.”

A moment later, he arrives in your car, parks it in the middle of the room, and walks out to close the metallic garage door again. Once it’s closed, he grabs a few things from racks on the walls and walks to your car.

“You want me to do a routine maintenance check as well? I have the time.” He asks as he opens the hood.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to.” You say as confidently as possible. Truth be told, you just want to have your car fixed so you can go home. Seonghwa doesn’t respond, he just grabs a mechanic’s dolly, lays his back on top and suddenly his upper half is under your car. A few moments pass by in silence, the only thing filling the air is the music playing and the sounds of metal crashing as he works, and he rolls back out and goes to work in the front trunk. Leaning over your car, working and changing the oil, he once again looks professional and focused, and that makes you curious.

“You work here a lot?” You ask.

“Yeah, every day pretty much.” His back is turned to you, but you see him pull out a pack of cigarettes. He places one in his mouth, flicks the lighter, and a cloud of smoke escapes. His body turns towards you, the pack of cigarettes in hand. “Want one?”

“No, thank you.” You shake your head. He continues to work on your car, cigarette dangling from his mouth. “Is that safe?”

“What?”

“Smoking. While doing that.” You point to the car. You’ve seen too many movies including fire and cars, so a quick concern washes over you, scared that a huge fire would suddenly occur.

“Smoking is never safe. You’re always playing with death when turning one on. If you’re asking if it’s safe to smoke over an open hood, then it’s inconsequential. Your car won’t blow up if that’s what's worrying you.” He glances back at you. His black hair is pushed back, but a few strands have fallen down into his face.

“If it’s not safe then why do you do it?” You can’t help but ask, curious if he really doesn’t care or if it’s just an act.

“Helps me concentrate.” He simply answers, going back to work. “What about you?”

“I don’t smoke.”

“No, do you do anything that's bad for you?” Another cloud of smoke fills the space around him, and he rubs his hands in the white cloth, leaving black stains. The black oil on his hands blends in with his black nail polish, and somehow it looks good.

Just like he was that one time in the library, he’s once again impossible to read. And his question leaves you silent for a moment, not knowing what to answer.

“Oh… Uhm, I don’t know. I don’t think so.” You shrug, and a light scoff comes from Seonghwa.

“Shocking.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Your brows come together in question.

His body turns to you, eyes going down to your outfit, hand gesturing to you. “You look like you’d be spending a week in church if you walked across a red light on the street.” There’s a small tug on his lips as he speaks. He’s entertained by you. You look like the complete opposite of him. In your white outfit, knee-high socks, and white little skirt you look like a saint next to him in his all dirty, messy black clothes. Like fire and water, you're the opposites.

“Well, I don’t.” You say.

“You don’t have to take it as a bad thing. Church girls can be full of surprises.” There's something hidden in the way he says it, and the smirk on his lips makes your cheeks blush. “I’ve seen you at school, you know. Often at the library, surrounded by academic books you probably read just for fun.”

“Well, I like the idea of knowledge. It gets you further in life.”

“It depends, doesn’t it? Don’t you think knowledge can hold you back from doing certain things too?”

“Maybe. But I also just like staying at the library. It’s fun.”

Another scoff leaves him, and you get the feeling that he’s mocking you.

“What?”

“If your idea of ‘fun’ is reading at the library, then I’d love to see you on a Saturday night.” He sends you a smirk before going back to focusing on the car. His back muscles tense as he works over the open hood, and you can’t help but stare. The black tank top really does him justice as he moves his arms around, and you shake your head, trying to focus on something else.

“What do you study?” You ask, trying to change the subject.

“Business, language and culture.”

“So you don’t wanna be a mechanic?”

“Still figuring it out.” He answers shortly. “You study what?”

"Psychology.”

"So, those biochemistry books I see you with at the library really are just for fun?" He raises an eyebrow and smirks, making you feel annoyed that he has you figured out so easily.

“As I said, I think knowledge gets you further in life.” You justify. He shakes his head in disbelief and you hear something close to a chuckle leave him. The sound is nice, especially since you’ve never heard or even seen this man smile. So this small chuckle is enough for you to continue this small banter you have going. “You don’t look like the type to go to the library.”

“I don’t think we use the library for the same reasons.” He turns around toward you again and takes a long drag of his cigarette. He leans up against your car as your eyes lock on his figure, eyes piercing on you as he blows out the smoke. “Do you know about the library’s back room, princess?” His nickname for you makes your mind blank, and you shake your head no. “Proves my point.”

“What’s the back room?” You’re curious.

He’s studying you for a moment before answering. “A place to fuck.”

Like a switch, your entire expression changes and you feel your cheeks heat up. Never have you heard of this ‘back room’ before. No, you probably (absolutely, most certainly) wouldn’t even use it if you had known about it, but it shocks you that it’s a thing.

Seonghwa’s smirk grows on his lips as he studies your face. “Your expression says it all. You’re such a good girl you couldn’t even hide it if you wanted to.”

You fall silent for a moment, not knowing what to say or how to move on from here. Until you’re reminded of the first time you spoke to Seonghwa.

“I saw you at the library once. With a girl.” You say shortly.

“Yeah, I remember. The back room was occupied so I took her down to the part of the library no one comes to. Well, except you.” The way his eyes are locked on you while talking about this is making your heart beat faster.

“Is it even allowed?”

“Would it ruin you to break the rules once in a while? Have you ever had sex in public before?”

“N-no!” Your cheeks are burning at this point.

“Don’t hate it till you try it. It's thrilling.” You’re not sure but you think you see him send you a wink as the smirk grows on his lips. A few more strands of hair have fallen down in his eyes, framing his face perfectly, before he runs his hand through his hair to push it back. It makes you fall under his trance for a moment, but you quickly flicker your eyes away, scared to fall for the beautiful brown eyes of his.

“So what, you only go to the library to sleep with someone? You don’t think there’s a better place to make love?”

“‘Make love’, how adorable.” Seonghwa is full-on smiling at this point, enjoying this conversation the more it escalates. The way your cheeks reddened, the slight shake in your voice, your flickering eyes. It’s clear to him that you’re not used to talking about these kinds of things, and he loves it.

“I don’t see what’s funny.” You say.

“You make love on your honeymoon. You fuck everywhere else.” He says, as a matter of fact.

“I don’t.” You disagree, fighting to keep your eyes on him and not back down from his piercing ones.

“No, I figured.” Another cloud of smoke leaves his lips and frames his face before continuing to fix the car, still looking back at you occasionally as you’re having this conversation. “You’re seeing anyone?”

“No.” You shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself. His gaze on you seems so intimidating, even his presence itself. There’s a confidence, almost an arrogance to him that makes him so unnerving. But despite this, you can’t help but ask further. “Do you? Since you use the ‘back room’?”

“You only fuck-” He stops himself and holds his hands up. “Excuse me, make love, with people you date?” His questions make you fall silent for a few seconds.

You don’t know Seonghwa well, so this conversation is not exactly what you expected. This question could also open an entirely new topic of conversation that you weren’t sure would be comfortable for either of you.

The conversation about sex is not normal for you, especially since you’re not the most experienced. Despite having been in a relationship with the guy who took your virginity, it didn’t end the way you had dreamed of.

You had always romanticized the thought of losing your virginity to the person you would spend the rest of your life with, but when you found out he had cheated on you during your relationship, your world crumbled. At the time, all of your insecurities came to life, and despite knowing you had done nothing wrong in the relationship to prevent this, you couldn’t help but feel like you had done something wrong when it came to sex.

With time, you promised yourself not to let your ex have an effect on you, so you did everything you could to gain back your confidence, and you did.

You clear your throat, taking your time to find the right answer. “Well... I’ve only made love to one person and that was my ex. So yes.”

“And you only stayed in the bedroom?”

A moment of silence.

“Yes, we did. I just don’t understand why you would do it anywhere but in the bedroom. There’s literally a bed, I can’t imagine how uncomfortable everything else must be.

Seonghwa throws his head back before looking at you in disbelief. “I didn’t think you could get any more good. You must be first in line to heaven when doomsday comes.” He puts his smoke out in the ashtray on a working table next to the car. “Public sex is not about how comfortable it is. And just because it’s public, does not mean people are watching you. That’s a whole other kink.” Seonghwa is slowly making his way towards you on the stool. His large frame is closing in on you, speaking in a lower volume as he’s coming closer. “It’s the feeling of someone possibly being able to see. Having to keep quiet, being close, finding whatever excuse you have to leave and drag the other person into a random room. Comfortability is not a necessity at that point. Then you don’t care if you fuck in a bed, against a table, or the hood of a car.”

He’s standing right in front of you. You try your best to control your breathing as he looks down at you, you have to look up at him through your eyelashes. The smell of cigarettes surrounds you as he is near, but there’s also an obvious pull of something dangerous yet addicting when being close to him. You don’t know where it comes from, but you can't help but want more.

You’ve never caught yourself thinking of Seonghwa this way, but he’s awfully good at wrapping you around his finger and thinking of things you’ve never had before.

“So what, how does this ‘backroom’ work?” You suddenly ask, almost surprising yourself. What did you want with the information? You have no idea.

Seonghwa finds your questions endearing. The innocence in your voice has him smiling, letting you see his perfect teeth. You’ve never looked at him so closely, you find yourself so fascinated by him. The raw, scary persona he is, but yet his face is perfectly made like an angel. Soft and beautiful. You suddenly find yourself completely under his spell, studying his every feature.

“What, tempted to give it a try? I can show you if you’re interested.” There’s a hint of something in his voice, you can’t tell if he’s kidding, but even the thought of him taking you to the room, has you notice a certain heat between your legs.

“N-no, I’m just curious.” Your voice shakes from how close he is to you along with his words.

“Careful with that. Curiosity killed the cat, you know.” He then steps back and walks back to the car to continue working on it as if nothing happened. Seonghwa is working over the open hood, unaware of how he left you feeling inside.

Your heart is beating fast against your chest as he casually works in front of you. Like he turned on something inside of you, you suddenly notice things about him you didn’t before. How his hand curls around the wrench, how his shirt lifts when leaning over the car, exposing the skin on his waist, and how his muscles tense when he works. His jeans hang low, just below his waist, revealing even more skin and you somehow can’t help but look.

“Getting awfully quiet over there, princess. Your mind running?” Seonghwa’s head turns to you, catching you looking at him. Your eyes go to his, and you both freeze. He studies your face for a few seconds before grabbing the hood of the car and closing it. You both look at each other, a certain tension between you.

“Come here,” Seonghwa says as he leans against the car. Your body hesitates to do as he says, but you eventually cave in and get down from the stool to slowly make your way towards him.

Seonghwa throws the white cloth on the table before looking down at you. The smell of cigarettes and oil enhances again as you’re close to him, and Seonghwa taps the hood of the car with his hand. You look at the hood, suddenly unsure of everything you do, but push the thoughts away and jump up on the hood to sit. Your feet dangle, but you freeze when Seonghwa steps in front of you, resting his hands on either side of you.

“You’re thinking of something special?” His low voice asks. He’s searching for your eyes, but your heart is pounding and your eyes struggle to stay in one place. The heat between your legs is driving you insane, never having felt like this before.

“No... Maybe.”

His eyes continue to study your face. His expression is still impossible to read, yet his actions make you feel a whole new type of way.

“Look... I’d gladly take you, right here right now, if you want. We don’t even have to fuck, I can just make you cum if that’s what you want.” His bluntness throws you off, yet you didn’t expect those words to have such a big impact on you.

“Won’t someone come in? Or hear?” You worry.

“No. They won’t.” He whispers, slowly leaning forward.

You can’t tell what’s happening, even if you had a gun to your head. Seonghwa is not someone you should be spending time with. He’s the complete opposite of you, yet that draws you in like nothing else.

“Okay.” You cave in.

Not a second later, Seonghwa’s lips are on yours. Everything is happening so fast, that your brain isn’t even realizing who you’re kissing. The guy you’ve seen scare people away from their seats is having his hands on you, pulling you closer for a kiss. His tongue slips through your lips and you allow his every move.

It’s a whole new experience to kiss someone like Seonghwa. The taste, the moves, the desire. He knows what he’s doing, and the confidence shines through, even just through the kiss.

He pulls back, leaving you thirsty for more, and a small tug on Seonghwa’s lips assures you that this is actually going to happen. “First… How do you usually like it, kitten? How do you like for someone to make you cum?” He whispers.

“I’m not.. no one has ever... I mean-”

“No one has made you cum before?”

You try analyzing his question in your mind before you shake your head no.

“I thought you had a boyfriend a while back?”

“I did..”

There’s a short moment of silence where Seonghwa just reads your face and takes in what you just told him. “So let me get this straight... You only had mediocre, boring vanilla sex with this guy, he never made you cum and you still dated him?” He lifts an eyebrow, trying to understand the situation. You slowly nod, confirming his question. “Did he ever cum?”

“Every time.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding... Now that’s just selfish of him,” He removed a piece of hair from your face and leaned his face closer to your ear. You felt him slowly press his lips on the soft spot on your neck before gracing his lips over your ear. “Can I get the pleasure to be the one to make you cum, princess?”

“Y-yes.” You’re almost panting at this point, craving his touch more than you’d ever expect. Seonghwa holds your face in his hands as he presses his lips hard against yours again. The smell of cigarettes surrounds you as you get lost in him, yet you for some reason get addicted to the idea of him. Like he’s your kind of nicotine.

“I’ll try not to get oil all over you.” He assures as pulls away from you.

“That’s okay.” You tell him, suddenly not caring about the stains. This makes Seonghwa’s lips turn into a smirk, slightly amazed at the sudden change in you. His hands run up your thigh, leaving black stains from his fingerprints on your skin.

“You like the idea of my fingerprints on you? Looking in the mirror when you get home and seeing my hands on your thighs?” He goes to kiss your neck as his fingers dig into the flesh on your things. Unable to speak, you nod, wanting him to touch you even more. “Lean back for me, kitten.”

You scoop further back on the hood of your car, leaning back on your elbows to get a view of Seonghwa. His hands go to your hips to drag down your underwear till it completely leaves your body. The cold air hits your heat as Seonghwa parts your legs to lean over the hood and get a better view of your cunt.

“Gosh, you’re glistening, princess. Are you that wet already? The idea of cumming in a public space is turning you on now?”

You don’t get to react before his tongue suddenly slides between your folds, getting a long taste of you. The feeling makes you gasp, but you quickly cover your mouth with your hand, silencing yourself as much as possible.

“You taste so sweet, kitten.” He continues taking long strokes in between your folds, making sure to lick your clit as well. You look down to see his fingerprints on your thighs, turning you on even more. A moan escapes through your lips as he starts focusing on your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue on the sensitive nub. You can barely say anything as he takes his time, eating you like he craves you.

“I can’t believe someone had the chance to make you cum, and he didn’t even do it right.” Seonghwa shakes his head with a smirk before taking a few more deep licks against your pussy. “How embarrassing of him.”

“Will you... do it right, then?” You asked, looking at him with doe eyes. Seonghwa stands up further to look down at you spread out on the hood in front of him. His fingers, still stained slightly with black oil, go to your chin, and tilts your head up slightly to get a better look at him.

“Kitten, you’re gonna wish you came to me sooner when I’m done with you.” The look in his eyes almost works like a promise before he leans down to your pussy again. “Tell me how you like it, princess. Use your words.”

Once again you have to fight yourself to get actual words out when he runs his tongue between your folds again. This time, he focuses on your hole, slipping his tongue in before licking up your pussy again.

“Like that... That’s really g-good.” You manage to get out, already feeling the shocks through your body when he licks the right places.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He spits down on your pussy before going back and to lick it again. Your legs slowly give up, but Seonghwa holds them open, allowing him full view and access. He goes back to sucking your clit, making you moan through your hand once again. “Best cunt I’ve tasted, kitten. Sweeter than anything.”

His tongue works around, he knows what he’s doing. He occasionally looks up at you, making eye contact as he runs his tongue between your folds. This makes you go absolutely crazy, seeing him go down on you like this. Eating, slurping you up. The sounds from the repair shop are out of this world, filled with your moans and him slurping all the juices from your pussy.

“Please don’t stop.” You throw your head back in pleasure, slowly feeling your orgasm approach.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He grins. His mouth goes to your clit again, sucking and rolling his tongue over it. Restless with your hand, it goes to his hair and you grab a handful. The black locks in your hand look amazing as his face is against your cunt, eating and licking you up. Your abandonment starts to send shocks through your body, Seonghwa having to lock your legs down so he can continue.

The feeling is overwhelming, you can barely hold back your moans anymore. His tongue is flat against your pussy as he flicks your clit with the tip, making sure to hit all the best spots. He works fast, barely letting you get used to one way before he moves next to the new.

“Seonghwa, I’m gonna-” You moan his name as the feeling of your orgasm quickly starts to form. Lastly, his tongue goes to your clit, sending you over the edge. Your whole body is a shaking, moaning mess as he eats you out of your orgasm. He doesn’t miss a spot as he slurps up the juices from your pussy, licking you one last time, everywhere, before separating himself from you.

You look up to see his chin glistening from your orgasm. He has a smirk on his lips as he pulls you up to sit and presses his lips against yours. Quickly, a specific taste of something mixes as you kiss, his tongue added as well.

“You taste yourself on my tongue?” He asks confidently, and you quickly realize what the taste is. You. “Amazing, don’t you think?” He smirks before giving you one last kiss before pulling slightly away. He stays between your legs as you scoop forward a bit, still on the hood but with your feet dangling now.

“Should I.. with you?” You almost whisper.

“No need, princess. Eating your pretty pussy was enough for me.” He smirks as he places his hands on each side of you. You blush again, never having someone comment on your pussy before, but you can’t help but like how it sounds coming from him. “So.. first time having someone make you cum and it being in a public space. What do you think?”

“It was.. fun.” You admit, speaking the truth. The rush of doing it here, with Seonghwa, at his place of work was not something you ever expected to happen, but it had a thrill you never felt before.

“See, that we can agree is ‘fun’. You have school tomorrow?” The change of subject throws you off for a second, having to get your mind clear after just having the biggest orgasm of your life.

“Yeah,” You reply, remembering something important, “How much do I owe you?” Your words leave him with a wrinkle between his brows.

“For eating you out?”

“N-no! For the uhh.. the car.”

He looks somewhat relieved after you clarify, “Oh... I don’t know, it’s hard to say. I know you said you didn’t want a maintenance check but I couldn’t help but notice that your serpentine belt is filled with cracks.”

You don’t even know what a serpentine belt is.

“What does that mean?” You ask.

“That means that it’ll break at some point and then you’ll risk getting stuck in the middle of the road because your car can’t drive.” He explains, and you suddenly understand the situation. You can't help but notice how quick he is to move on, talking about your car after he just had his tongue in between your folds.

You know he's not a stranger to sex, but that also intimidates you.

“Oh..”

He reads your expression for a second as you try to figure out what to do. You don’t want to be stuck in the middle of the road when driving, knowing that’s gonna be even more expensive. But it’s late, so leaving your car here would mean that you would have to order a cab or take the bus.

“I’m done here for the day. How about I give you a ride home? Then we’ll drive here together from school tomorrow, I’ll finish your car, and you’ll get to drive home in a car that doesn’t have the risk of crashing down at any moment?”

You look up at him to see his expression back to its usual unreadable one, “I mean... If that’s okay with you?” You ask.

This makes him smile. He looks down on your thighs to see the stains he left on you, before meeting your eyes again.

“Of course, kitten. I’ll just grab my stuff.”

He then disappears away and into another room, leaving you on the hood of your car. The fingerprints on your thighs are a raw indication of what has happened tonight, and you’re sure your clothes are stained with black oil as well.

When he arrives again, he’s wearing his black leather jacket. You follow him to his car outside, and he drives you home. When you arrive at your apartment, you can’t help but look in the mirror immediately. Seonghwa’s fingerprints are all over your thighs and hips, almost marking you. Your cardigan, skirt, and socks all have stains on them, and there’s a slight embarrassment in your gut when thinking of what happened tonight.

You can’t help but feel embarrassed at the thought of seeing Seonghwa in the hallways of the university, especially since he has to pick you up from school tomorrow and go back to the place where he just gave you your biggest orgasm. But even so, you’re even more tempted to walk through the door he just opened for you. The wilder side, the dangerous and unfamiliar.

It makes you blush even thinking of him, and when your phone suddenly buzzes in your hand, you’re shocked to see a certain name on your screen.

Seonghwa made you save his contact when dropping you off, saying it was for future car problems. But you didn't expect a text already, and you know the door he has opened for you, is already locked behind you.

Seonghwa See you tomorrow, kitten

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warnings: somewhat dubcon, degradation, rough sex, off-screen aftercare.

“good girl,” minho whispers, wiping the sweaty strands of hair off your forehead and planting a gentle kiss on the skin there, “my good kitty.”

his words are a stark contrast to his actions, two hands gripping roughly at your thighs while his cock thrusts in and out of you steadily. you feel limp in his hands, completely numb as he fucks you through your second orgasm. you are convinced you can’t feel pleasure anymore; you know you’re wrong the moment his fingers find your clit, rubbing it in slow, solid circles. your body jerks violently at the touch, your hands clutching minho, scratching his abs roughly. he merely snorts.

you can see he’s not totally unaffected; he clenches his jaw when he touches your pussy, probably a direct result from your cunt tensing around his cock. but he’s nowhere close to the state you are in, thoroughly overstimulated by the two orgasms you’ve already had, thighs trembling as small ‘uh, uh, uh'’s escape your lips, your brain’s unable to form any coherent words anymore. you can’t even beg; you wouldn’t know what you would be begging for anyway.

“is that good?” he asks: a rhetorical question. of course it’s good. if it was bad, you would’ve said so. but you can’t even form the words anymore.

minho’s cock is sufficient, bigger than you’d see some men carry, and his perfect aim causes him to wreck your g-spot every single time. maybe the initial stretch, where he soothes you by bending over and kissing your lips softly, rubbing your back and whispering, “biiig stretch, yeah, there you go,” was painful, but you’re eventually only left with delirious pleasure.

you’re confused when you suddenly feel a sharp pain run through your body, and your head immediately snaps down to look at the place that the feeling originated from; a wide-eyed minho with his thumb and pointer finger around the bud of your clit, his head cocked sideways in curiosity. his face contorts into pure bliss as suddenly you clench around his cock.

“you like that? you like it when i hurt you, when i pinch your clit like that?” your face heats up at the comment, but it also sends a delicious shiver up your cunt. minho barks out something akin to a laugh, but it’s not that wholly, because his cock twitches inside of you, and you realize he’s cumming, a hot liquid spreading itself inside.

minho must’ve been surprised. you were a softie, not feisty or mean or rough ever, at least not if you weren’t pissed off. he must’ve thought you hated anything but vanilla sex, hell, judging by the look on his face the pinch was probably just an accident, but there is little that made you feel quite as good as what minho just did.

“jesus christ, i can’t fucking believe you,” minho breathes heavily, still inside your cunt to come down from his high, “who would’ve thought my good kitty was such a slut?” well, that gets your brain running again.

“‘m not a slut,” you slur, gently pulling away from his grip, his cock slipping out of your glossy cunt. you forget minho is much, much stronger than you, and in bare seconds you’re right back where you were. minho laughs, a real one this time.

“you’re not a slut? how are you gonna explain that you like being hurt so much, then?” you whine, struggling against the hard grip minho has on your wrists, but not being able to move an inch. you give a kick against his shins in an attempt to escape.

you realize it’s a wrong move - or maybe a right one - as minho lets out a barely audible groan, and a flat hand spanks you on the side of your thigh. it stings, you realize, and squeal. minho grabs you firmly by the jaw and holds your face right in front of his, noses touching. you can’t call it an eskimo kiss; not with the unfiltered anger in his eyes and the strong hold he has on you.

“you answer with your words, brat. not by picking a fight,” he begins, moving the hand that isn’t on your mouth to your hair and hoisting you a few inches up by it, “because if you do, you’re gonna get it back twice as badly. you understand?”

you understand, you’re far from stupid. you spit in his face nonetheless.

for a second, there is nothing but a shocked silence as minho moves a hand up to his face, experimentally feeling the saliva on his cheek. his eyes are as wide and confused as a little earlier. they harden instantly, but it feels as if it stretches to eternity, everything moving in slow motion. he grits his teeth, says nothing, and swiftly twists your body until you're on your stomach. next, he uses one hand to push your head into the soft pillow with a not-so-soft movement and uses the other the wrap his arm around your waist and push your hips upwards. he does not let you get used to any feeling; his cock is snug inside you immediately, pressing in and out without mercy. you think you scream, but you aren’t sure because your ears are filled with white noise, and the pillow muffles most of your sounds.

“oh, you’re not a slut,” he says between thrusts, not mockingly, totally serious, “you’re all mine. my personal fucking painslut.” his words are mean, insults thrown onto you. terrifyingly enough, you feel your body flush with pleasure, becoming hotter and hotter. minho groans and cums for the second time that evening, and exactly that does it for you; his cum squelching between his thrusts, dripping out of your cunt on the bed, his rough words, “mine to fucking breed.”

you come and collapse onto the bed, your shivering legs unable to hold you up any longer. minho slaps your thigh one last time, but it’s more gentle and loving than before, and he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, whispering: “my fucking baby, aren’t you?”

#i need a moment 😵‍💫#a moment with him gahh please use me sir #leeknow #skz

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𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚! - stepdad!bang chan x fem!reader

wc: 10.2k

cw: chan is your mother's boyfriend and you want to fuck him, chan is 30 and reader is described to be younger & in college, lix is a menace, changbin is a moral compass, you do not care about morals, SMUT MDNI.

synopsis: you're home for the holidays, and your mother - who you can't stand - has a new, young, hot boyfriend. it's such a good idea trying to seduce him.. right?

a/n: it's so here <3 my first commission! i hope u all love it <3 smut warnings under the cut ofc. i also tried a new format with this fic so pls let me know what u think?!?

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sw: dirty talk, breeding kink, mutual masturbation, daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampies, degradation, cumplay if u squint?, humiliation if u squint?, anal fingering (f rec), oral (f rec), edging maybe briefly, sex with feelings

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You hated going home for the holidays.

You were a rich kid, to put it simply. Your mother loved to leech off the men that she was with, marrying them quickly and trying to suck as much money as she could out of them in gifts and straight up cash before they eventually clued on and left her. It had been why your father had left when you were a mere infant, but you’d always lived in luxury due to the incessant payments that he was forced to give. You’d never met him, but there was a plus side - he was paying your college tuition, where you met your best friends.

Perhaps if you thought about it a bit more you’d realise that the only reason you went to college was to get away from your mother. She pissed you off, sauntering around the house in silk kimonos with a maid trailing behind her, pausing to look in mirrors so that she could choose where her next round of botox would hit. She frustrated you beyond belief, but you still had to go home for Christmas. Annoyingly early, too, because she had a surprise for you.

Okay, well, it wasn’t a surprise. She’d FaceTimed you a week earlier, an irritatingly wrinkle-free face popping up on the screen as she sipped mulled wine and revelled in your absence. She had a new boyfriend, she said. You’d love him, she said. Your opinion matters most to me, she said. The last one you knew to be a lie. God, you hated her.

Still, you lugged your suitcase through the front door and huffed, booting the side with your foot to try and shake some of the snow off. No surprise, she hadn’t helped you in from your taxi. She hadn’t even come to get you from the airport a mere twenty minute drive away. You dropped the suitcase on the floor, giving it another kick just for good measure, and then you were trudging into the kitchen. You’d heard voices from there, so it had to be them.

“Oh, honey!” Your mother chirped upon seeing you. You couldn’t see the face of the man washing dishes behind her, his white shirt sleeves rolled up and back facing you. You didn’t care anyway. “You made it home safe, then.”

“Yeah. The taxi driver was super nice and let me call him mum,” You quipped. She furrowed her eyebrows, lips pursed.

“Okay, you’re being weird already,” She mumbled, and then shook her head, shrugging it off. She walked to the man by the sink, spinning him around by his slender waist to display him to you. “This is Chan!”

You felt silly, stood in the kitchen doorway in oversized clothes and covered in ivory snow. The man’s eyes found you, shocked by your mother’s harsh manoeuvring, and he blinked with surprise at your figure. You blinked with surprise, too.

Chan was hot. Incredibly so, actually, and he looked young. Younger than your mother, with a big nose you wanted to ride and plush lips parting as he raised one hand to wave at you, still wet with soapy dishwasher. You wanted to lick him clean. The white shirt he wore stretched across broad shoulders, and the sleeves were fit to burst around incredibly toned biceps. You allowed your gaze to wander down, eyes focusing on the thick thighs in the black dress trousers he wore.

There was no way this was real. “Okay,” You burst out laughing, eyes darting between Chan and your mother. “And, who is Chan? A friend? A colleague? He’s not your boyfriend.”

Chan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “No, I am. I’m your mother’s boyfriend, sweetheart.”

His voice was deep - too deep, deep enough to haunt your dreams and those late night sessions you had in your bed with your trusty vibrator. This was going to be trouble. You were going to be trouble.

“You’re shitting me,” You couldn’t get the amused smile off of your face. No fucking way. Your mother hadn’t bagged that. “You’re fucking with me. You have to be. Mum, he’s closer to my age than he is to yours.”

“I’m thirty, actually,” He mumbled, looking sheepish. Your mother stared at you in shock, jaw dropped at your brazenness.

“I rest my case,” You concluded, nodding decisively. When the two of them just continued to stare, you bristled slightly, starting to hop from one foot to the other. Awkward. “You… are you actually together?”

“Yes, honey,” Your mother confirmed, still looking shocked. You scoffed.

“Okay, I really need to go, actually,” You gushed, turning around to leave the kitchen. “I’m- I’m going to my room. Really nice to meet you, Chan, really.”

Shooting upstairs, you completely ignored your suitcase still leaking snow all over the hardwood floors and darted into your bedroom. It still looked exactly how you’d left it, band posters all over the walls and teddies littering the end of your bed. You threw yourself on top of the mattress, fingers yanking your phone out of your pocket and clicking the button on the most recent group call on FaceTime. Immediately, your college best friends picked up.

“There’s already a problem?” Felix scrunched his nose up, face way too close to the camera. Changbin was on the other side, face looking confused in the little square designated to him on your phone screen.

“I just met my mother’s boyfriend.”

“Oh, right, how did that go?” Changbin questioned, tilting his head to the side. You caught sight of your face in your own little square, flushed and appalled.

“He is thirty years of age, Changbin,” You began. Felix gasped, tiny hand moving to cover his mouth. “He is thirty years of age, and he is really fucking hot.”

“Oh my god,” Felix mumbled, muffled behind his hand. “Oh my god, you have to fuck him.”

Changbin choked on air. “She has to- No, Felix, no!”

“No, I can’t do that. It would be fucked up,” You mused. Or.. “Wait, would it even be that fucked up? He is closer to my age. I hate my mother.”

Felix’s hand fell, and he giggled before speaking in his trademark goblin voice - “Fuck him.”

“Don’t!” Changbin shrieked, his phone shaking in his hand. “I really think this is a bad idea.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” Felix grinned, looking smug. “I’d do it.”

“There’s not a lot you wouldn’t do,” Changbin retorted. Felix stuck his tongue out at him. You, however, were silent, musing on the situation and staring at your wall. Could you do it? Changbin noticed, sighing. “Baby, please no.”

You licked your lips, nodding. You could do it. You wanted to do it - needed it, even. Those biceps were going to plague your life forever otherwise. “Operation fuck my mother’s boyfriend is a go.”

Felix screamed in delight. Changbin ended the call.

SATURDAY

It was time. Your mother was out at brunch with some friends, and you had plans to invade Chan’s personal space because you had a feeling he’d be too polite to tell you otherwise. You knew he’d set up the spare room as his own home studio, because your mother had delighted in telling you how Chan was a super successful music producer and was often tinkering away in there these days. You were going to let yourself in, try to get to know him a bit.

The knock you landed on the door was anything but subtle. Your fist rapped on the door and you heard a little hum in response, so you swung open the door, eyes landing on Chan hunched over his desk. He looked even younger like this, beanie pulled down over dark curls and headphones positioned on his head. He continued to stare at the file on his computer, head bobbing absentmindedly, so you strode up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

He spun around on his computer chair, blinking confusedly at you. “Oh, hello.”

“Hi,” You beamed. “Sorry about last night. I was rude. I was feeling kinda weird, y’know, with the travelling.”

“No, I completely get it,” Chan put his hands up as if to diffuse the atmosphere. You nodded, still smiling. Chan stared at you when you didn’t respond instantly, and you crossed your hands behind your back, pressing against the plaid pattern of the dress you’d chosen for today. It was all part of the plan - the tight, short dress was perfect for seduction. He looked down at your chest, before clearing his throat, reverting his gaze to your eyes. “Um… did you need something, by the way?”

You gasped, as if remembering. “Oh, yeah! I did. My mother told me you were a music producer, and I was really curious. I was wondering if you’d show me some stuff…?”

It was Chan’s turn to smile, nodding excitedly. “Of course. Here, put these on.”

He linked two fingers around his headphones and handed them to you, to which you obediently put them over your ears. He was quieter now, but you could still slightly hear him mumbling as he found a spare chair for you to sit on. Your eyes scanned the files, eventually fixating on a file titled Drive. That one had to be dirty.

“Okay, so. I have this one, it’s my most recent one, and-”

“I want to listen to that one,” You cut him off, pointing at the song. When you turned to look at him, he was biting his lip nervously, pink tinting the ends of his ears and his cheeks. “What is it, Chan?”

“You- that one is a little, uh… heh. A little inappropriate.”

Unsurprisingly, you darted over his desk to grab the computer mouse and double click on the file. Chan squealed, but you ignored him, listening to the song. You were right. It was dirty, the two singers crooning about something that was a thinly-veiled innuendo about driving. It took you a second and then you clicked. One of them was Chan. This was Chan singing, on a song about sex. God, could he get any hotter?

You slid one of the ear cups off of your ear, turning to Chan with a shit eating grin. “This is you singing? You’re really good, Chan.” You weren’t lying. He was really good, and it had you wondering why he was a producer and not singing.

“Yeah, well, it was just an experimental track. Me and my mate were just messing around,” Chan mumbled shyly, hand scratching the back of his neck. You tried to avoid staring at the way his biceps tensed in his tight t-shirt at the movement. He was still blushing, but you had to kick it up a notch.

“It is kinda inappropriate, though, isn’t it?” You chirped excitedly. Chan’s lips parted, as if he was looking for something to say. His eyes stared into your own, piercing and dark and all-consuming. “I think you’re a little dirty, Channie.”

Chan’s eyebrows furrowed at your use of the nickname. “That’s- you can’t say that. That’s inappropriate.”

“What?” You feigned shock-horror. Play dumb. “I can’t call you Channie? Why not?”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” Chan groaned, pointing an accusing finger at you. You giggled anyway, jumping up and slipping the headphones back onto his head. You made sure to trail your fingertips down his neck after doing so. He shivered noticeably. You smiled.

“That was super good, Channie, thank you.”

You didn’t miss his groan of disbelief as you bounded out of the room. You had him, and it was easier than you’d expected it to be.

SUNDAY

Something was happening. You weren’t sure what, just yet, but something was happening. Chan was acting a little weird after what happened the day before, and you’d already caught Felix and Changbin up on the nonsense plan you had.

“I think you need to accept that this is just down to you having a fat crush on him and severe daddy issues,” Changbin mused, and you gasped. He was right though. This wasn’t completely about getting back at your mother in a sick, twisted way. You wanted him.

Phase two of your plan was underway as soon as you caught sight of him on the sofa. He was watching some cheesy Christmas movie, your mother tinkering away in the kitchen - when had she ever cooked? - so it was prime seducing time. He had one of the thick throw blankets over his lap, fingers playing with the fluffy fabric absentmindedly. You hopped into the living room in your short pyjamas, frowning at Chan when you felt the goosebumps on your legs.

“Whatcha watching?” You asked, making him jump when he realised your presence. He smiled nonetheless, motioning to the seat next to him, and you took it. You perched and ensured that you left no room between you both.

“Some cheesy film. The woman’s marrying a prince, I think.”

“Sounds awful. I can’t wait to watch it,” You smiled, and Chan chuckled, relaxing on the sofa. You managed to make it five whole minutes before you were rubbing your hands up your legs, trying to create a semblance of warmth.

Chan turned to you, frowning. “Are you cold, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” You whined, pulling your legs up into your chest. “‘S cold in here, right?”

“C’mere,” He mumbled, reaching for the end of the blanket and throwing it over your lap. You hummed contentedly, inching a little closer under the guise of the cold weather. The blanket was warm. You were kind of jealous he’d been in such comfort this whole time while you’d been thinking of ways to get his cock inside your mouth.

“Thanks, Channie,” Chan only nodded, continuing to watch the film. You had a feeling he was pretending to be so focused on it, given you weren’t sure he even knew the plot before your arrival.

You squirmed on your seat, thrashing each way until you found yourself comfortable, hand splayed over Chan’s knee. He tensed under your touch.

“You’re touching me, sweetheart,” He warned, his voice low and deep. You shivered, turning to him.

“Am I?”

“You are. You’re touching my leg underneath the blanket, aren’t you?”

You hummed. “Is that okay, Chan?”

Chan turned to you, his eyes not even holding any sign of shock. He knew what game you were playing, you realised, and maybe he was playing along. He licked his lips, head back against the sofa, and then he shrugged dismissively.

“It doesn’t bother me.”

You left your hand there for the whole film.

MONDAY

The showers at home were something you’d missed. The ones in college didn’t quite cut it - not even now that you lived with Changbin and Felix in your own student home. All three of you were young adults, after all, and that came with you being a little too messy.

At home, you didn’t have to worry about mess. Your mother had cleaners employed with your dad’s money anyway. Admittedly, you realised you were being a little spoiled, so you’d learned to clean up after yourself. The showers were still better, though. Bigger, and the water pressure hit you just right.

Especially when you detached the shower head and pressed it to your clit. You felt pathetic. You’d only tried to seduce Chan for two fucking days, and there you were, legs shaking at the thought of him. Maybe it was the chase that got you feeling hot, or maybe it was the fact that you might actually be getting somewhere - you might actually be getting close to fucking him, muscles bulging as he ploughed into you.

It had you pressing the shower head harder, your spare hand coming up to pinch your nipple. You whined, bucking your hips into the water stream. The steam was all over the bathroom by now, staining the shower with condensation and making your skin feel pruned and flushed. Or did you feel flushed from the thoughts of Chan? Maybe he’d fuck you the way you liked. He must have experience, you assumed, being a few years older than you. You thought about how he’d make you feel, how he’d touch you, and how you’d feel in his arms. You thought about how you’d feel when you came, and what it would be like to be with him. You wanted to feel him so badly.

Was he as big down there as he was everywhere else? Sure, he’s not too tall, but he’s every part a man. That much was clear. Would he bend you in half, pushing you into a mating press and fuck you raw the way you liked, cumming inside and letting you call him daddy and-

You wailed, legs trembling with one last buckle before you were cumming. You felt wet, too wet even just from the shower, and you belatedly realised you’d have to wash again. Ugh. This plan needed to end, like… yesterday.

Coming out of the shower freshly washed, you wrapped a towel around your figure and checked the time on your phone. Your thumb slipped around the screen from the condensation in the bathroom, but the plan was going well. If you left the bathroom now, then hopefully Chan would be heading to bed, and he’d catch you in your towel. Ideally, he’d be so hot for you that he’d just have to have you, and then you could get the thoughts of him out of your head.

You burst out of the room in a flurry of steam and movement, almost tripping over your own feet when you noticed that it had actually fucking worked. Chan stood stock still at the other end of the hallway, his eyes fixated on the way the towel wrapped tightly around your chest, at risk of falling. You smiled, waving innocently, and he stalked towards you. He was seeing red. You could tell from the way he cornered you, crowding around you with the small advantage he had on your height.

“You need to stop this,” He mumbled, eyes looking at your mother’s bedroom door. He was playing a dangerous game. You were, too, and you both knew it. “I’m dating your mother. You need to stop this, sweetheart.”

“Stop what?” You tilted your head, acting confused. “I just had a shower.”

Chan scoffed, shaking his head. “I fucking heard you in there.”

Oh. You couldn’t hide your smirk that time. “Yeah, I missed that shower head. Why were you perving on me, Chan?”

Chan rubbed his temples. He wasn’t wearing a beanie today, only a hoodie and baggy joggers. You liked it. You could see his hair like this, dark and curly and frizzy on his head. He looked cute. Wait, what?

He took a deep breath. His eyes moved to fixate on you, tongue running over his teeth. “Why would I be perving on you?”

“Oh, don’t lie,” You crossed your arms over your chest. Chan’s eyes moved down to stare at where your tits bulged over the towel. “I bet you stood there for ages, cock hard in your cute joggers, listening to me moan in the shower. That’s a little fucked up, no? Thinking about your girlfriend’s daughter like that-”

You were cut off by him pushing you to the wall, lips slamming into yours. He bit into your mouth instantly, letting out a deep groan and hands moving to grab your ass through the towel. You let your lips part in a whimper, pushing your tongue into his mouth and running your hands through his hair. It was a filthy exchange of tongue and teeth, and by the end of it, you were gasping, grabbing him by the waist and trying to pull him closer. You pulled away, breathing heavily and your eyes still locked on each other. You both stood there, not speaking, as you both processed what you had just done. You both knew it was wrong, but you wanted it so bad.

Chan stepped back, breathing out a heavy sigh. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

You watched in shock as he turned around, walking into your mother’s bedroom and leaving you there. You were wet again. This was getting ridiculous now.

In your room, Felix screamed so loud you had to turn the volume down on your phone. Changbin choked on air again.

TUESDAY

You hadn’t seen Chan all day. You presumed he was in his studio, working away on another track while your mother was in work. You were bored. Felix had been spending time with his family, and Changbin was out doing rich kid things that you could sympathise with. Thrashing around on your bed, annoyed and huffing, you decided you were just going to go and annoy Chan. It was your newly favourite pastime to get under his skin.

Stalking down the stairs to his studio, you paused when you heard a voice. Not just one voice, two voices. Was your mother there? No, no way. She never goes into that room, it’s his work room. You’d been in there though. You tried to suppress a grin at that realisation.

The other voice was a man’s. Chan had a call on speakerphone, judging by the tinny effect covering the unknown male’s voice and Chan humming every so often. Who was the other man? A colleague, or just a friend?

“It’s fucking ridiculous, mate,” Chan groaned. You could barely hear him, and you held your breath, coming closer to the closed door. “I want her so bad, and it’s so wrong. I- I kissed her last night, Minho.”

There were a few yells from the other end of the phone. “You kissed her?! Chan, you fucking animal. You want her so bad, just fuck her. She’s clearly hoping that’s the outcome here.”

You grinned. You were.

“She’s- it’s outrageous. She walks around in practically nothing, and she’s got such a tight fucking body, man. She makes my dick so fucking hard, I’ve never felt anything like it before. Even when I met her, in the kitchen, she was-”

Chan cut himself off with a sigh. ‘Minho’ hummed, waiting for him to continue.

“She’s so bratty. She’s exactly the type of girl I would’ve gone for, before I met her mother.”

“Seriously?” Minho questioned, and Chan agreed. “You have to do it.”

“Minho-”

“No, Chan. I’m serious,” Minho’s voice was firm. “If she’s fucking you up this bad, you can’t have liked her mother that much, yeah? Just do it. You know it’s going to happen anyway.”

“It’s-” Chan began. You could imagine him rubbing his temples in distress behind the door. “She’s younger than me. I don’t want her to feel as though I’m taking advantage, y’know? The ball’s in her court.”

The ball has always been in your court.

“It sounds like she wants you to take advantage, to be honest,” Minho erupted in a fit of giggles, and you found yourself almost laughing along. Minho was annoyingly right. You only hoped he could get rid of that stick up Chan’s ass and get you a good dicking down.

It meant it was time for the next phase of your plan. You assumed Chan had wanted you, embarrassingly so, but you weren’t quite sure until he’d kissed you the day before. After hearing this conversation? Well, you had to do it.

You returned to your room, scribbling a quick note on a piece of paper. If Chan found this, which he would, it meant that he’d come to your room tomorrow night and you could maybe talk about what the fuck was going on. The sexual tension was too much for you, and now you knew he felt the same. Why were you beating around the bush? You had to make something out of this.

You ignored the stuttering of breath you heard when you slid the note under his door, and returned back to your room with a cocky grin.

WEDNESDAY

Chan hadn’t mentioned the note. You didn’t think he would, but you felt disappointed nonetheless. You’d woken up in the morning, eaten breakfast with him and your mother - cringing when he kissed her on the cheek when she left for work - and you’d even done the dishes yourself, letting him slip off to do some work in the studio. It was prime time for him to mention what you’d written, and he hadn’t. It was pissing you off.

Still, good things come to those who wait. You were confident. Felix had been egging you on all day over text, Changbin had been sending random upset emojis. It was perfect.

Settling on your sheets at night, you felt a little pathetic. You’d lit a few candles, left the curtains just right on the window so that the moonlight billowed in, and Chan hadn’t arrived. Maybe he hadn’t received your note. No, there was no way - you practically heard his response through the door when he saw it slid under. He got the note. Perhaps you’d made him uncomfortable, made him withdraw from you despite all the progress you’d made. Why had you put in so much effort? You didn’t like him, not like that. Or did you? You felt ridiculous, almost like a child waiting for-

A knock on the door brought you out of your self-loathing thoughts, and you jumped up, swinging the bedroom door open. Chan immediately crowded inside of your bedroom, pressing the door shut softly. You stood there in silence, taking him in. He looked cosy, in a baggy hoodie and plaid pyjama bottoms. It was hard to believe he was dating your mother, especially when he looked so vulnerable like this - dark, curly hair still slightly wet from his shower, and his eyes blown wide with an unreadable emotion while he looked at you.

Chan sighed. “You’re really playing with fire. Do you know how this could look, me coming into your room at night? Do you know how wrong this is?”

You faltered. For the first time since meeting Chan, you felt as though he was angry at you. “I- I heard you on the phone, Channie. I thought you wanted me too.”

You watched in awe as Chan crossed your bedroom, groaning and throwing himself onto the bed. He was hard, erect in his bottoms. You blinked confusedly. He was hard just from being in here?

“I do want you,” Chan said, but it was muffled, hidden behind his hands that he had placed over his face in distress. He let them fall to his sides, staring up at the ceiling. “I want you so bad that it’s pissing me off beyond belief. I know what you’ve been doing too, trying to seduce me. It’s so pathetic it makes me feel hot, y’know?”

You giggled, following his journey across the room and settling next to him on the bed. You sat cross legged, comfortable in your long pyjamas. The candlelight flickered, casting a glow over his face, and he turned to look at you. He licked his lips, and then he let out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

“This is ridiculous-”

“It’s ridiculous that you haven’t fucked me yet,” You responded, quick as a flash. Chan leaned up on his forearms, raising an eyebrow at you. Now was the time. You had to say it. “You know how bad I want you. I touched you up on the sofa, and you let me. You wanted me to, I think. Correct me if I’m wrong, and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but-”

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable, and you’re not wrong,” Chan admitted. You could see the blush on his cheeks despite the dimly lit room. He took a deep breath before continuing. “I want you, too.”

Chan shot across the bed, leaning in and kissing you deeply, his hands tangling in your hair. It made you wet beyond belief that he just felt like he knew what he was doing, hands travelling down to your waist to softly press you into the sheets. His tongue swept into your mouth, pressing against yours and you whimpered, making him groan into the kiss. When his hands went up to your hair, he intertwined his fingers in the strands and pulled, making you gasp and let out a heady, hot breath. He pulled away, lips parted when he stared at you.

“You are such a horny little thing, it’s so hot,” He mumbled, lips pressing to your neck. He bit your skin sharply, making you keen and spread your legs, allowing him to position his hips between your thighs. The movement pressed his bulge into your core, and you tried not to shift and move your hips in a rhythm of pleasure. His fingers traced over your skin, and he chuckled, a low, sexy sound that made your heart race. He pulled back, leaning back on his legs and staring at you, eyes blown wide with lust. “I want to see you touch yourself.”

You paused. “What?”

“I want to know what you like. Show me how you make yourself cum, and I’ll fuck you tomorrow night. How’s that sound?” He was propositioning you, teasing you, and you were falling for it - hook, line and sinker.

You gave him a nod. Right. Touching yourself for him - that was something you could do. This was just another Wednesday for you, you loved putting on a show, especially for a man who was rock hard and obviously desperate for you. But with Chan… why did you feel so fucking nervous all of a sudden? You'd spent your whole day waiting to fuck him, and he’d taken back the power, thrown a wrench into your plans.

You leaned back on your bed. How did you sit sexily? You were stuck in your own head.

Chan moved backwards, hand moving over his clothed erection. He’d spread his legs, thick thighs parted for you to see the promising bulge between them. "Pretend I'm not even here, sweetheart," he said, eyes blown wide with lust. You almost rolled your eyes. Easier said than done, when he was sitting there with his dark curls and his thick, kissable lips and his impossibly huge bulge. “Touch yourself like you’ve done before. Show me how you make yourself cum, and I’ll fuck you tomorrow, I promise.”

Fuck it. You'd never let an attractive man break you down yet, and that wasn't going to change. You nodded timidly, hands moving to grip your breasts through your shirt. It made you sigh, and Chan responded with a noise of his own when you impatiently rucked the fabric up to above your chest. Sucking two fingers into your mouth, you whined when you traced the wet digits around your pebbled peak teasingly.

“Ah, ‘s- I’m sensitive there, Channie,” You mumbled, and he nodded as if he was making a note for it for later. You trailed your fingertips across your nipples, pinching and twisting them almost painfully just to make your hips cant up into thin air. You were too impatient to do this how you normally would, so you scratched your fingernails down your tummy and shoved a hand in your pyjama bottoms. You were met with slick, wet folds, fingers sliding around in the mess you made.

“Show me,” Chan said, eyes trained on where your hand disappeared beneath the fabric. “Show me that pussy. You’re meant to be showing me everything, remember?”

“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” You huffed, and Chan shook his head in disbelief, grinning. You were shocked to see he actually listened, though, pushing his joggers down to his thighs and letting his erection spring out. It was impossibly hard, pearlescent drops accumulating on his cockhead and you licked your lips subconsciously. “I wanna-”

“No,” Chan cut you off, hand moving to wrap around his cock in a tight fist. He was long, thick and heavy between his thighs and you felt your pussy clench sadly around nothing. “Show me your pussy. I’m not asking again, let me take a look at it.”

You whined, pushing your pyjama bottoms down to reveal your slick core. Your clit was swollen, throbbing with need just from a few kisses and Chan’s general presence, and you could feel a rivulet of wetness sliding down between your lips. Chan groaned in approval, hand quickening on his cock just slightly.

“Spread it, show me your hole,” Chan said, and you moved your thighs further apart for him. Reaching down with two fingers, you moved them into a v-shape and spread your folds for him. Your hole quivered under the inspection, leaking more wetness and Chan’s eyes were hyper fixated on it. “Oh, baby. That looks tight. Has no one ever fucked that little pussy right, huh? Tell me.”

“N-No,” You shook your head, thighs quivering when you finally let two fingers rub over your clit. You started with a blistering pace immediately, making your toes curl into the sheets and your back arch upwards. “No, I- it’s only boys from college, I don’t-”

“Ah, I see. You need someone older, yeah? More experienced?” Chan questioned, his breath coming out heavy with every tightly fisted movement on his cock. You whined, nodding, and then you were breaching your hole with two fingers immediately. The stretch made you groan, head falling back against the pillow. “Is that why you tried to seduce me, yeah? Wanted to have my cock stretching you out just right, wanted to call me daddy while I made you cry?”

God, he’d got it. He was right on the mark. “Yes, y-yes, I- I wanted to, oh, I wanted to call you daddy, and- and feel you inside me, and oh, Channie, please-” You cut yourself off with a moan, perhaps too loud as you curled your fingertips up against your g-spot. Chan threw his head back, letting out a grunt as he pinched his cockhead almost painfully.

“Say it then, baby. What’s stopping you?” He polished the head of his cock, moaning before he took it into his tight grip again. His precum served as lubrication, his hand now making wet slick sounds on his thick length. You gasped when he moved his free hand to his balls, rubbing calloused fingertips over them and letting out his own gasp. “Beg me for my cock. I know you want it, look at you. Fuckin’ desperate, yeah? Beg daddy for his big cock.”

“Oh, daddy,” You whined, moving your free hand to rub over your clit. Everything was so wet, sliding around your pussy and you were honestly surprised you could feel anything - but it felt so fucking good, having him watch you like this, learning what you liked so he could replicate it. “Fuckin’- daddy, daddy, please, can I have it? Been good, doin’ what you asked, I- hnnng, daddy, oh my god-”

“No,” He smiled, a cocky grin while he rubbed one hand over his cock and the other over his heavy balls. “No, baby. Not tonight. Make yourself cum tonight, and daddy will help you tomorrow.”

“I- need more, need more, I-'' Chan surged over the bed, leaning over your figure to press his lips against yours. His tongue dominated your mouth again, and you could feel his closed fist hitting your stomach as he worked himself to his orgasm. The sensation had you whining against his plush lips, fingers thrusting quicker into your pussy and your other hand sliding around your clit messily. When he pulled away, lips digging into your bottom lip teasingly, his lips were quick to move to your neck to suck some dark purple marks into the skin. You felt yourself trembling, your body tense as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Your fingers stroked your walls faster, pussy fluttering around your digits in delight, and your mouth opened in a gasp as you felt your body tense and tremble with pleasure. “I’m g’na- g’na cum, gonna cum, please, can I? Can I, daddy? Can I cum for you, please?”

“Yeah, baby,” He huffed, eyes rolling back into his head. He was practically drooling onto your skin, lips parted against your neck as you whined and thrashed on your bedsheets. “Cum for me. Been good for daddy, haven’t you? You can cum, baby, c’mon. Show me how pretty you are when you cum.”

You fell apart around your own fingers, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave. Your thighs tensed with your orgasm, your pussy clenching down impossibly tighter around your hand and flooding down to your knuckles with your cum. You begged and pleaded, your voice a barely audible babble as your body shook with the sensation.

Finally, when you’d just felt like you were coming down, Chan pulled your wrist away from your pussy. The movement left you empty, your walls still clenching down except now it was around nothing, and you whined, bottom lip quivering in need.

“Hands off,” He sighed, hand slowing down on his cock. He was trying to last longer for something - you weren’t sure what, but you let your other hand drop from your clit obediently. “Daddy’s gonna cum on this wet little hole, baby, okay? You gonna let me cum here, mark you as mine?”

“Yes,” You moaned, nodding. You couldn’t think of anything better, actually. “‘M yours, I’m yours, daddy, gimme.”

“Dirty thing, perfect little girl,” He grunted, and then he was positioning his cockhead at your hole. With a few more movements, increasing in speed, you watched as his face screwed up in pleasure. His hips bucked, and with a final thrust, he came. You felt his cum drip down your hole as he groaned through his orgasm, thick white cum plastering your pussy. It was definitely the sexiest thing you’d experienced, but you still felt a little disappointed - why couldn’t he have just done it inside you?

“Wan’it,” You whined, pulling your legs back. Chan chuckled upon seeing the pout on your lips. “Why couldn’t you- in me, wanted it in me, daddy.”

“Greedy bitch,” He mused, and then he was delving down to your core. Your mind went blank when his tongue licked fat stripes up your folds, collecting all of his cum and your wetness in his mouth. You briefly thought you could cum from this, very quickly judging by the way he knew what he was doing, but he simply leaned over you and grabbed your jaw.

Oh. You let your lips part, tongue lolling out of your mouth obediently, and he spat the mixture of your cum into your mouth. You felt him lick into your mouth again, groaning at the taste of your pussy and his load. He smiled against your lips and pulled away, your eyes wide as you tried to process what had just happened.

Chan’s lips curved in satisfaction at your state, your chest still heaving with a blotchy rash that bore the truth of what you’d been up to. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, and then he was standing up and leaving the room, bottoms barely pulled over his hips. You laid there, feeling an intense mix of pleasure and confusion.

What the fuck just happened?

THURSDAY

You hadn’t even processed what had happened last night. In all honesty, you’d run out of the house in the morning under the premise of a coffee date with friends you didn’t even have. You just sat in the cafe on call with Changbin and Felix and screamed way too loudly for a public area. The whole cafe knew of your predicament by the end of it.

Upon your return home, you’d beelined to your room and kicked the door shut as quietly as you could. Unfortunately, your foot slipped on the floor and you’d ended up face down with a groan.

Turning over onto your back, you huffed at the offending item that had caused your decline to the ground. A piece of paper met your eyes, neatly folded and written on with what looked like black Sharpie when you’d finally unravelled it.

Three words. Three words that changed your life and let you know that what occurred the night before had really happened. No, not ‘I love you’ - it was simple, a scrawled ‘your room, tonight’. It did happen. You touched yourself in front of Chan, and he was planning on coming back to your room to continue what you’d discussed.

You wanted to squeal and kick your feet, but beneath it all, you felt panicked. This plan had gone too far, and you’d perhaps started to think about spending time with your mother’s boyfriend - actual time, not just sexually charged meetings. It hurt a little bit, a pang in your chest when you remembered that what was happening really was just sexual. Your little arrangement being anything else just wasn’t fathomable.

Chan was interesting. He was a fucking music producer, for god’s sake. That was just straight up cool. That, and he was older than you - you did have raging daddy issues like your friends had said, after all. His friend had sounded funny on the phone, which meant he had to be funny, too.

All things serious, you didn’t really know much about him, but you wanted to know. Felix had encouraged you to find out, and you felt like you owed it to him - or yourself, you weren’t sure.

The knock on your door once the evening fell brought you out of your reverie. Chan didn’t wait for a response, swinging your bedroom door open and walking straight in as if he owned the house. You huffed at his demeanour, yet your eyes were still fixated on the way he walked over to your bed with intent. You threw your phone to the side. Felix would have to wait for your half-typed text message.

“Back again so soon?” You quipped, and he raised an eyebrow. He was only in grey joggers, the thin material highlighting his thick dick imprint between his legs. The fabric hung low, showing off the body that you knew he worked so hard for. His chest was honey toned, yet covered in light, sparse freckles - you wanted to make yourself acquainted with every single one. You felt a little overdressed in just an oversized t-shirt and shorts.

Seeing the frustrated expression on your face, Chan’s own face fell. “Do you not want me here?” He said, voice no more than a whisper. “I can go, if you don’t want to see me tonight. I just thought-”

“I do,” You nodded, finally raising yourself from your position lying down to sitting up cross legged. Chan laid on the bed in front of you, one arm propping his head up. He gazed at you for a few moments, and you could see the relief in his eyes at your words. “I do want to see you tonight. I want to see you like… a lot. Don’t you think it’s weird though? I’m your girlfriend’s daughter, Chan, and we’ve kissed and- and done other stuff, and-”

He scooted over so that he was next to you, and you leaned into him subconsciously. He pulled you in with his arm around your shoulders, broad and muscled. You felt content, comfortable and most of all safe. It was a feeling you’d never felt before.

“I don’t think it’s weird,” Chan hummed, his chest vibrating beneath where you’d landed when he pulled you in. He chuckled, then, his hand moving to your hair comfortingly. “Okay, maybe it is a little weird. I’m just very interested in you. I know you heard me on the phone to Minho, and yes, you are my type - I want to know more about you. Like, even beneath the sexually charged tension, heh.”

Oh. You licked your lips, eyes fixated on a random spot in your wall. “You do?”

He nodded. “I do.”

You couldn’t help yourself. You raised your head, surging over Chan’s body to press a kiss to his lips. His hair was soft when you ran your hands through it, despite random curls getting caught in your nails and causing him to groan at the pain flooding through his scalp. His hands went to your waist, licking into your mouth while he effortlessly pulled you on top of him. The show of strength had you whimpering into the kiss, hands moving down to his jaw. It clenched and unclenched while he had full control over your mouth despite you being on top.

You pulled away with a wet sigh, moving downwards to kiss at his neck. He groaned underneath his breath at the sensation of your lips on his skin. Your bed squeaked awkwardly as you moved down it, too quick for the old springs to handle. It felt naughty, kissing him like this in your childhood room - it felt even dirtier than the night before had, and you hadn’t done anything yet.

“I need you, Chan,” You whispered, nipping at his collarbone. “Need you. Please.”

He gasped as he felt your tongue trace the outline of his collarbone. He flung one bicep over his dark eyes with a deep sigh, allowing you to kiss and bite all over his skin. He looked like he was trying to control himself. You didn’t want him to.

Your hips started to grind against him, and you placed your palms flat on his chest. Both of Chan’s hands moved back to your hips with a surprised noise, but he didn’t stop you. His dick was hardening in his joggers, and it was providing the best clothed friction to your aching, needy clit below your pyjama shorts. You saw how big it was before, yet the length of it still shocked you when you slid your clothed core up and down the shaft.

“Daddy,” You whined, hips starting to buck frantically. You were sure that you had never felt this needy in your life. “Daddy, daddy, I want you so bad. You turn me on so bad, make me feel so hot, please-”

“Baby,” Chan groaned, his head falling back against your pillows. The soft pink bed sheets juxtaposed completely with what you were doing, and juxtaposed completely with him - Chan, the muscled man with dark hair who wore black and grey clothes constantly. It was as if he was corrupting you, and he was in a sense, being so much older. “Baby, c’mere, come and lay on the bed. Let daddy eat you out, yeah?”

“No,” You shook your head, hips still moving on his erection. Chan’s chest had started to accumulate a thin layer of dewy sweat, slick on his skin and making you want to lick it off. “I want your cock. I don’t wanna wait, I don’t wanna wait, please, just put it in, I’m wet enough, I promise.”

He knew you were babbling, incoherent in your haze of lust, but he still entertained you enough anyway. You spread your legs wider when his hand met your thigh, and then he was pushing two fingers beneath your shorts. He was met with your slick folds, and you gasped at feeling the touch of his fingertips, calloused from years of working with music.

“Oh, fucking hell. Dirty girl, dirty fuckin’ girl,” Chan moaned, his eyes almost rolling back into his head. “This pussy’s so fuckin’ wet, baby. All we did was kiss. Are you that much of a slut for me? Are you that much of a slut for your mother’s boyfriend? That’s filthy.”

“Yes!” You wailed, nodding. You reached down, canting your hips backwards a little bit so you could spread your thighs wider before hooking your fingers in your shorts and pulling them to the side. The movement revealed your pussy, clit swollen at the top of soaking wet folds, covering your drippy hole. “I wan’it so bad, so bad, so bad, please, please. Just push it in, make it hurt, I don’t care-”

Chan shoved the fingers of his spare hand between your parted lips, effectively shutting you up. “Shut up. You’ve got to prove to me you deserve it, baby.”

With those words, he was pushing a finger past your entrance. It breached your hole easily, the digit sliding through your wetness and curving up past your g-spot. Chan shook his head in a mixture of disbelief and shock, and then he was pulling his finger out. With a quick movement, he’d yanked his joggers down and let his cock spring out. The coarse hair was trimmed above his long, thick shaft and you couldn’t help but imagine the type of friction that would give your clit - you couldn’t wait.

“You were right. That slutty pussy is wet enough,” He mused, pulling your hips over his bare cock. Your pyjama shorts were slightly in the way, and you pulled them aside even more, letting your folds leave wetness over his shaft. “Lower yourself on it. Stretch yourself out. Slowly.”

You did as he asked, lowering your body onto his length. You felt the stretch immediately. You moaned, loud and ringing off of your walls. You didn’t give a shit if your mother heard. Fuck, you needed this. You wanted to bounce all over his cock until there was nothing left and your hole could do nothing but remember the tight fit. Trying to sit down quicker, Chan grabbed your hips, stopping you while only half his length was in you.

“You're gonna hurt yourself like that, sweetheart. That hole is so tight around me.”

“Please, daddy,” Your head fell into the nape of his neck. You wriggled yourself in his tight hold, trying to get more of his length in your pussy. He shook his head against you, chuckling.

“You want it? Fine, but don't fucking cry to me when it hurts,” Chan said, letting go of your ass. You realised he'd been holding you up, and within a millisecond you'd slammed down onto him. You wanted to scream, the stretch more than you could take. He laughed again, raising his eyebrows at you mockingly. “Too big?”

"N-No, perfect," You retorted. He moaned, spreading his legs and placing his feet flat on the mattress. More. More. Fucking more. You began to raise on him, expecting to ride that perfect cock, but he started to thrust up into you at an unrelenting place straight away, his balls slapping against your ass. You moaned incoherently, almost babbling, hands digging into his toned biceps. He leaned up to nip at your neck, and then he was pulling your t-shirt off of your body.

“No fucking bra?” Chan laughed in disbelief. His mouth went straight to your nipples, biting and sucking on the hard peaks. You jostled on his lap with his thrusts. You wanted to rub your clit, but you felt like he probably wouldn't let you. “Knew you were fucking filthy, sweetheart. You didn't even care about me going raw, did you? You want my load in that dirty hole. And now I find out these pretty tits were only one layer away from me…”

His voice trailed off. You whined, leaning down to try and kiss him again. He shoved his two fingers back in your mouth, making you suck on them. His bruising sucks caused your nipples to hurt, and you fucking loved it. You knew he was marking you up and you'd just have to deal with it.

You tried to start riding him. He didn't let you, manhandling you off of his cock.

“Daddy!” You whined in protest. Chan chuckled. He lifted you and manhandled you so your back was facing him on your bed, and you immediately repositioned yourself so you were face down, ass up. He reentered you in one swift thrust, causing you to jolt in surprise.

“Fucking tight pussy,” He groaned, thrusting into you with the same vigor as before. You almost screamed, but managed to just moan incoherently. The mattress creaked, the sound of old springs ringing around the room. “Fucking dirty hole. Listen to that, sweetheart. Can you hear how wet your cunt is for daddy's cock? For your mother’s boyfriend’s cock?”

You tried to stop whining and moaning to hear what he was pointing out to you, hearing wet slaps. Your cheeks burned with humiliation, fingernails digging into the mattress. You knew you were dripping for a fact now. You could hear it, you could hear everything, his balls slapping against your clit as well as the wet noise of his heavy cock reentering you.

You threw your ass back against him, trying to get the tip to hit that special spot inside of you.

“I think that asshole needs me too, sweetheart,” Chan laughed mirthlessly, his hands resting firmly on your ass, encouraging your bouncing. You moaned in response, clenching your pussy tight. He was going to ruin you for everyone. You'd have to just keep coming back for more. “You want daddy's finger in there? You want me to finger your asshole?”

Oh, yes. “Please, daddy, need to be full,” You said, wiggling your hips against him. You vaguely registered him reaching around you and making you suck on the fingers that had previously been in your mouth. He was going to fill both of your holes, and he moaned loudly at the sight of you sucking his fingers. There was no way that the whole house hadn’t heard you both by now. You hoped they were sleeping.

You sighed in ecstasy, feeling the fingers begin to move inside your ass. His thrusting was now hitting your g-spot in your pussy, given the added pressure from being full in both holes. You felt the orgasm finally begin to build. You liked the way he wasn't rushing you to cum, not like those younger college boys. He was taking care of you and just having good fucking sex. “Feels so fucking good, daddy. Feels so good.”

You were now semi-incoherent, your words all joining together in one long moan. Chan loved it, judging by his moans. His cock was pulsing inside you. You wondered if he was close. You wanted him to fill you up to the point where it was dripping out of you.

He pulled out of you again, grabbing your leg with one strong hand and flipping you onto your back. You were out of breath from the exertion, despite him doing all the work, and he looked fully composed save for the thin sheen of sweat on his body.

“Feels good, baby?” He asked, looming above you. You squirmed feeling your sweaty back rubbing against the blanket uncomfortably, but you nodded anyway. You wanted to please him. He looked down at your writhing body, letting out another groan. “So fucking sexy. You don’t know how much you fucking killed me, teasing me like that. Touch that pussy for me again, show me.”

He started pumping his shaft quickly, still staring down at you. You reached down with one hand and immediately pressed two fingers against your entrance, collecting the slick gathering outside before diving straight in. You curled your fingers against that spot inside of you, whining out. It wasn't enough. Not after having that fat cock in you. He definitely had ruined you for everyone else, including yourself. Nothing was ever going to feel the same again.

“Mmm. Looks so wet, sweetheart. Daddy wants a taste, is that okay?” Chan questioned, moving back onto his knees. You pulled your fingers out and tried not to cry at the loss.

“Please, daddy. Wanna cum in your mouth,” You slurred out, pushing his head towards you. He moaned into your pussy, taking his fat tongue and licking one wet stripe up your slit. He pulled your pussy back, exposing that throbbing clit to him, and placed one lick directly onto your button. "Fuck, daddy, feels so good! Suck it, please, suck it. I - please - need to cum so bad!"

“Need to cum, huh, sweetheart? I'll make your little pussy throb for me and then I'm putting my cock right back in that tight hole, where it belongs,” He spoke. He thrust two fingers into your slit, much thicker and longer than yours. You spread your legs, holding them up against your chest. You literally almost purred when he started moving his fingers, curling them up into that spot and sucking on your clit whilst he did so. It wasn't going to take long. The man was clearly amazing at every part of sex.

You focused on the feeling of his wet tongue rubbing up against your clit and writhed, feeling closer and closer to the edge. He knew what he was fucking doing. Your thighs started to shake, taking everything in you not to just let them go from your hold and clutch around Chan’s head. You wanted him to permanently live between your thighs. Your eyes clenched shut, a deep sigh leaving you.

“Fuck, I'm g’na cum,” You mumbled out, chest heaving and flushed a shade of crimson. Chan pulled away, causing you to whine. You pouted, reaching up to grab his shoulders. "No, no! You said I could. You said you would help me.”

“What I said was that I'd make it throb for you and then I'm sliding back right in here, sweetheart. Be good for daddy, you'll get to cum,” He positioned his length at your core again, sliding right back into home. You both moaned, and he was fucking you in a mating press this time, almost as if you were a couple in love. You wished you were, and realised this was definitely your favourite position so far. The man fucked like an animal and now he was fucking you like he was going to breed you, and you loved it. He reached down with one hand to rub your clit rapidly, trying to bring you to the edge. “This is my fucking pussy. My favourite fucking pussy, my only girl, the only pussy for me, okay?”

“Fuck!” You cried of overstimulation, hands still wrapped around your legs. “G’na... getting close again, gonna-”

“Cum then, sweetheart, flood my cock. Make a mess for me, come on, do it," Chris encouraged, breathing heavily next to your ear. His eyes were focused on where he was entering you over and over again, taking note of the white ring of slick that had formed around the base of his cock, soaking the hair that rested there. You scrunched your eyes shut, feeling overwhelmed with bliss. “That's it. That's my good girl.”

White hot ecstasy overtook your body. You wanted to squirm, but with the pressure of the muscular man on top of your body, you had nowhere to go. You focused on the feeling of his slick chest rubbing against your sensitive nipples, whining and moaning as the orgasm coursed through your body and made it feel like you were being electrocuted.

“Fucking clenching on my cock, shit,” Chan groaned, his hand falling away from your clit once your breathing had began to calm slightly. His hands went down to grab your hips, and before you knew it, he was lifting your hips up and fucking you senseless, treating you like a toy. “W-Wanted to be soft with you for our first time, sweetheart. I'm not normally like this, not at all, but this fucking pussy is driving me insane, fuck... I need to fill you up. Will you let daddy fill that pussy with my cum, sweetheart? Let me breed you, make you mine?”

You nodded quickly, unable to speak at this point. Your hole felt raw, sensitive and fucked open, but you needed his cum in you. You thought you might die if you didn't get it soon. His tip jabbed into your g spot incessantly, almost causing you to cum again, but you subconsciously knew you couldn't take another orgasm at the same level as the previous one. You might die.

“Fucking- g’na breed you, sweetheart. Gonna make you mine. G-Gonna give you a baby, g’na fill you up, fuck!”

With an animalistic growl, Chan’s head dropped to your neck, biting into the skin there and definitely leaving a mark. You felt his hips still and cum flooded out of the tip of his length, flooding your hole with a new sense of wetness. You sighed with content and laid there until Chan’s breathing calmed, his body weight fully on top of you and yet not uncomfortable.

“I have to be honest about something,” Chan sighed. You looked up at him from your position on his chest, and he looked down at you with an apprehensive look. He looked a lot shyer than he did moments before, when he was fucking you senseless and calling you a slut - he was blushing now, embarrassed. You were sure that’s what you liked about him. “You’re- it’s like you were made for me. I don’t know what the fuck to do, heh. I’m falling for you, I think.”

You blinked, leaning up to rest inches away from his face. Got him. You’d got him. “Well, that’s okay, Chan. You’re closer to my age anyway, right?”

#gahhh this was so fucking hot 😵‍💫😵‍💫#wrong on so many levels it's perfect <33 #chan #skz

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planet-dawn · 8 months

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a twist of the knife.

pairing. ghostface!wooyoung x fem!reader. synopsis. halloween night and you're all alone, boyfriend far from home. you've got plans- big plans- with a fully charged vibrator and a phone. what a shame you forget to check the number before picking up. warnings. slasher fic! pwp, daddy kink, noncon cheating, noncon (don't like it? don't bite it!), masturbation (f&m), sex-toys, degradation, name-calling, dirty talk, knife kink?, mask kink!, implied stalking, mentions of murder word count. 4.6k hyde’s input. listen, kids, sometimes mother (me) can't serve a three coursed meal, ok? sometimes, all mother (me) can serve are dino-nuggies and overcooked chips. just eat your meal and flush your shit when you're done (aka, this is lazy writing and i'm not 100% satisfied with this fic but i'm also too tired to try harder i'm sorry <3)

truth be told, you’ve started without him.

you’d waited, a whole twenty minutes longer than you were supposed to.

twenty two minutes and you sent a text.

babe?

the message was delivered.

no reply came your way.

another text, from you.

i should be naked by now :(

and then another.

come make me cum, u loser.

and a final message, once more from you.

or i’ll get someone else to do it <3

minutes passed, no reply came, and you stayed true to your word.

technically.

because, technically, nowhere does it say you can’t be that someone else who makes you cum.

spread on your bed, body draped in pretty black lace, only the light of a single lamp- a cheesy plastic jack-o-lantern bought by your dearest boyfriend- to shadow your movements.

the shadow dances in time with the fingers that brush down your soft skin, the drag of your sharpened nails bringing a thrilling chill down your spine.

your fingers settle, at last, on your heaving chest. they slide over the delicate fabric, scratch at the skin beneath. graze over one of your nipples, and pause.

you try to mimic his movements, memorise the perfectly choreographed routine he uses to drive you wild.

it’s hard to achieve, no matter how much you pinch and roll the hardening bud between your fingers, when your hands are not his.

too soft, too textured.

too small, too big.

too everything.

you miss the brush of his hardened fingertips, and the callous ways in which he teases you. and his gravel-deep, chocolate-smooth voice, echoing soliloquies of filth. and his thinly-dipped hips, flowing with yours in a demonstration of true poetry in motion.

suddenly, your ire grows tenfold.

because damn him for being miles away, partying in a city you’ve never been.

and damn his friends for suggesting the “boys” trip.

and damn him even more for agreeing to go and leaving you all alone.

it works in your favour, this ire, stealing away a pinch of the guilt from not waiting on him and replacing it with a heavy dose of vengeful craving.

you’d asked him to spend halloween with you house-sitting your childhood home, he made plans with his friends instead.

he’d asked you to let him see the first time you cum tonight, you’re making plans with your mirror instead.

opening your bedside drawer, you blindly reach in and find what you’re looking for: a pretty, soft, purple rabbit. it’s fully charged, in preparation for the night your boyfriend had promised you.

a night he’s now thirty six minutes and four texts late to.

you shimmy yourself further down the bed, till your feet dangle off the edge and the reflected version of you is positioned at just the right angle to witness the gathering wetness between your thighs, dampening the overpriced panties.

spreading your legs a little wider, you press the bunny to life.

in pulsing rhythms, it vibrates in your grasp, teasing the pleasure it aims to deliver as soon as you place it against your core.

instead, you switch it off.

decide you’re not ready yet.

he wouldn’t be ready yet.

a teaser, he’s a man who takes pleasure in watching you squirm, plead, beg for something, anything.

the mere memory of your boyfriend is enough to have your hips rolling up against the air, nothing but the squeeze of the fabric against your cunt to soothe the burn. a finger, middle- always the middle-, slips past your lips.

welcoming it, you feel it growing wetter at your touch, swirling your tongue around it.

your eyes fall shut. you try to picture him and his pretty-boy grin, remember just the way he likes it.

get daddy’s fingers nice and wet, pretty girl.

that’s what he’d say, because that’s what you are.

his pretty girl.

the prettiest girl.

pathetic and for your ears only, a whimper falls as you pluck your hand from your mouth. skipping over the part where he tortures you with feather-like brushes of his hands down your body, blunt ends of his nails scratching up goosebumps and leaving behind thing trails of red markings, you instead shoot directly for your core.

in the mirror, your legs inch a little wider and your teeth latch onto your bottom lip as the contrasting chill of your hand cups over the burning heat of your cunt. the scratch of red lace between your skin grows your arousal by tenfold, the cooling wet of your saliva slickened finger pressing the soaked fabric against your dripping seam.

you push a little more, hooking the tip of your finger at your entrance and squirm as the lace pinches tighter at your hips, digging marks into your skin that you’ll later compare to the one’s he so often leaves.

in the orange hue of your room, you let your mind trail off once more as you shift to sit up, knees pressing into the mattress, legs bent backwards and both feet tucked under the swell of your ass.

the image in the mirror is pure pornography: your hair still damp from an earlier shower, red lace covering pretty skin, nipples poking out against the fabric of your bra, your manicured nails resting at the apex of your thighs, teasing their way over soaked panties.

you look hot.

fuckable.

eyes slipping shut briefly, the image of him conjures behind you. his broad chest pressed against your back, his large hands roaming over your waist, his soft lips pressing indecencies into your neck.

as quickly as it appears, it disapeears, and your eyes reopen to the reality of your lonely bedroom and your lonely bed, no one upon it but you.

and the purple toy.

it’s in your grasp in a count of three seconds- no less- and buzzing to life with the delicate press of a button.

in the mirror, your thighs clench.

loneliness leads to anger leads to action, readjusting your legs a little wider and guiding the pulsating toy over your lower stomach and inching it’s way down, down, down under the hem of the expensive thong.

a fire stroked to life, the heat that comes along in the initial seconds of pleasure has your spine shooting up straight, knees digging further into the springs of the mattress as your clit welcomes the new feeling pulsing against it.

watching as your reflection cants her hips up, chasing after the waves delivered by the toy, you set to find a rhythm in all your blues.

you push aside the fact this should be your boyfriend’s mouth on your cunt, tongue lapping at your clit and fingers burrowing in between your clenching walls, and not some rubber toy.

you ignore the inherent shyness and discomfort that comes with watching yourself in this position, making eye-contact in the mirror as you fantasise about another pair of hands.

you lay to rest the stress that no contact from your boyfriend brings you, a sting of tears threatning you if you let your mind wander too far into the attrocities of life, the attrocities riddling your college campus over the past few months.

a senior, stabbed to death in his dorm.

a freshman, found discarded at the side of the road.

your friend, wide-eyed and lifeless, slumped against your bed in your dormroom-

no.

you press at the toy again, it’s pulses grow more intense, more rapid, full throttle on your pleasure till it clouds you in that heady scent of sex and drowns you in the need for release.

just as you grow closer by the minute, the sweetest little whines making their way past your bitten lips, your ringtones blairs.

loud, and clear.

it’s murder on the dancefloor, familiar lyrics echo in the small room, screen lighting up behind you. you’d better not kill the groove, dj gonna burn this goddamn house-

you don’t look, just grab blindly at where you’d left it, tossed aside and forgotten in your frustration.

hit accept, press the phone to your ear and wait.

to hear his apology, his excuses, his ways to make it up to you.

but there’s only breathing.

heavy breathing.

it reminds you of your own, thighs still shaking and the toy still faintly brushing over your slick coated clit.

“took you long enough,” you’re the first to break the ice, praying you don’t sound as shaky as you feel.

a huh rings down the line, grainy. poor signal.

he must still be out, you figure.

“i thought you’d never call,” you’re pouty, purposeful in you approach to teasing him before you deliver a killing-blow to his ego: you’ve started without him. “and i was getting so lonely.”

for effect, you press on the button again, listen as the toy gets louder as it vibrates more intensely, waves rippling your skin even as you pry it back from your clit, enjoying it’s pleasure only in the way it moves against your panties.

you wonder if he hears it too.

you want him to hear.

there’s a sharp inhale, spanning a handful of seconds and leaving you with the imagery of his head falling back, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

it says nothing, yet everything.

he’s frustrated.

he’s chastising.

he’s turned on.

“why’d you make me wait, daddy?” you say it and hope it hits a nerve. hope he’s squirming in his seat, surrounded by his friends and praying not a single one notices the tent being pitched in his pants. “that wasn’t very nice of you.”

you give an experimental roll of your hips, feeling the buzzing toy nudge against you once more, coaxing back to life the orgasm you’d let down.

a dramatised gasp leaves your mouth, aiming for him to take notice of it and just think about what you’re doing to yourself.

“no,” he finally talks and you hate how quickly your anger is to melt away, one foul swoop of his smooth voice and you melt into a puddle, waiting to be splashed around by him. “wasn’t nice of me at all, was it?”

the toy between your legs continues to hum away, coaxing you to try another roll, dip your hips down onto it.

a moan- admitedly, a bit exagerated- fills the room.

there’s no doubt he heard it.

“you sound a bit weird, baby,” in the mirror, you watch yourself tilt your head to the side, pressing the phone between your ear and your shoulder. it frees up your other hand to roam freely over your breasts, rolling one of your nipples through the lace. “is the connection bad?”

he doesn’t answer.

down the line, you pick up on more heavy breathing.

it makes you long harder for him, visualising him there, pressed up against you, heavy breathing in your ear as the tension builds between you, culminating in the buckling of your knees and the grabbing of your ass, propping you up at his desired height to pile-drive his cock into you.

in a desperate appeal for his attention, you dip the vibrator lower, pressing it’s nub against your opening, squealing at the foreign intrusion.

“d’you hear that, daddy? my pussy’s all wet,” a filthy squelch rings true as you replace the toy with your finger, squeezing it’s way into your hole. “she’s all tight with no one to stretch her out.”

the possibility that you’re setting feminism back by several centuries crosses your mind, but it’s quickly pushed aside for images of your boyfriend forcing you onto all-fours and taking you from behind, pulling at your hair to force you to stare straight ahead at the very same mirror that used to display you playing dress-up as a little girl, now displaying the way you’re sweaty and defiled.

“now, that’s just not true, pumpkin,” his voice tuts down the phone, and the disapproving tone is enough to have you slipping a second finger into your cunt. “and no one likes a liar.”

if you weren’t knuckles deep in yourself, fingers scissoring you open as you give the occasional brush of the buzzing toy over your clit, maybe you’d know what he was talking about.

instead, all you can muster is a breathless what.

“c’mon, pretty, i’ve seen that video of you taking it like a champ. stretched that slutty pussy out on all ten of those bright pink inches.”

oh.

truth be told, you wondered if he’d even seen that video you’d sent him, all shy and bashful, wanting to show off the new toy you’d gotten yourself. he’d merely reacted with a heart- and then never once brought it up, ever again.

“are you going to keep me waiting?”

you should say yes.

tell him it’s his punishment, for ignoring your texts, and partying too late, and not being beside you on the bed.

but you’re a sucker for him, caving in at his rougher than usual tone.

scurrying off your mattress, you press the phone closer to your ear and listen to the rustling of fabric on his end.

a zipper is undone.

it’s followed by a sigh of relief, one that has you picturing him freeing his cock from the confines of his too-tight jeans.

“chop, chop, pretty! i’m losing my patie-”

“i found it!” you exclaim, louder than you should.

but who cares, when you’ve got your hand wrapped around the bright pink dildo, pride flushing over your face.

“so you can fetch,” he mutters it. it’s hard to hear him, really, but you don’t want to complain. don’t want to risk him hanging up and leaving you high and dry- well, high and wet. “good to know you’re good for something.”

it’s addictive, his passiveness, coaxing you to squeeze your thighs together.

your panties are sticky with your own residue, your nipples are hard within their circumferential coffins, your fingers are soaked as they grip the pulsing toy.

you’ve still not turned it off.

“now, sit yourself down in front of that mirror and show daddy how you ride it.”

you’re across the room in a matter of seconds, slipping down so easily onto your knees, right in front of the floor-length mirror. pressing the dildo down on the ground, you listen as the suction cup sticks it in place, standing bright, and pink, and tall.

“i’m-” the call drops before you can finish your sentence.

you’re left in silence, once more, humming down the line.

it doesn’t last, phone screen lighting up once more.

only, this time, it’s a face-time call.

you waste no time on patience, blindly hitting accept and admiring the way you come in to view, back camera on and pointed directly at the your reflection.

you’re on display, down on your knees and awaiting his next command.

tearing your ego away from the small square you occupy on the screen you audibly whine at the view from his camera.

lowlights, casting shadows around him.

his head is out of frame, camera angled down onto his body.

his clothing is all black- his jeans, his t-shirt, the ring that sits round his index finger-, the only splash of colour coming from his tanned hand, curled around the base of his cock.

tugged out of his jeans, it’s red at the tip and leaking precum.

this isn’t the first time you’ve seen him this way, obviously, yet something is different.

something you like.

something that has your mouth watering and your tastebuds begging to taste the tangy, salty drip of his seed smeared all over them.

“well? get on with it, pretty girl,” tonight, he’s arrogant. demanding. “don’t quit while you’re ahead.”

staring forward, you make eye contact with yourself as you gather up the saliva in your mouth and let it drip down on to the plastic tip sitting in front of you. your free hand’s quick to wrap itself around the toy, soaking itself in your spit and working it’s way down the toy’s shaft, slickening the silicone.

on the screen, his own hand imitates yours, giving himself a slow stroke. it’s accompanied with a pleased hum.

“fucking look at you, a goddamn natural at touching cock,” his praise warms your heart and speeds up your hand, another glob of spit falling down onto the dildo, getting it prepped to nestle it between your thighs. “it’s what slut’s like you live for, ain’t it? taking it from anyone who’ll give it.”

god, you want to say no. you really do.

but you’re hardly in a position to argue your case, soaked panties and heaving chest, willing to do just about anything he asks of you.

“don’t be shy, c’mon, let me see how good that little pussy of yours is.”

inching yourself closer, knees dragging on the floor below, you grind against the pink toy, eyes rolling back as it brushes between your panty-clad folds, nudging at your clit.

“move them to the side,” miles away, and resigned to merely your cellphone, he puppets you, invisible strings tethered between his voice and your hands, willing and ready to move anyway he commands them too. “wanna watch you take it.”

you do as he says. hook your fingers into the red lace, slide it to one side and ignore the way it digs and scratches into your skin, bunched up tight against it.

first, you make sure you're in view, hand as steady as it can be and pointed straight ahead at the mirror.

then, you let yourself sink down.

take just the tip, feel it prod at your entrance and stretch you open, a greedy cunny willing to fit anything and everything to get the sweet release of friction.

you suck a breath in through your teeth, let it out through your nose.

in earnest, you’d forgotten the sheer girth of the toy and, eyeing your reflection and witnessing the offensively pink silicone cock beneath you fills you with a trickle of regret.

the plan this evening was just to use your vibrator and trusty fingers, not stretch yourself open beyond sense.

then again, the plan this evening had been for him to call you nearly three quarters of an hour earlier, blushy cheeked and wide-eyed, smiling down at you through his camera.

“pft, that’s pathetic,” he scoffs from within your phone screen, hand no longer working over his length. it rests, instead, beneath his balls, toying with the skin and rolling the heft of them over his veined hands. “you’re pathetic. ‘s that all you’re gonna take, huh?”

you take it like a challenge, just like he knew you would.

smoothing your free hand over your thigh, you feel the rigid muscles beneath and will them to relax, let go, give in to need to be full. moments later, you watch in the mirror as you sink further down on the toy.

it’s hard to recognise yourself this way and it sparks questions of if this is how he sees you, all dressed up and messed up, lips swollen at the hands of your own teeth, lashes damp with your own tears.

you really are the prettiest girl.

“tick-tock, time’s moving. keep going.”

as you sink down on the rest of the toy, heart in your throat as all your nerves spark ablaze, your eyes are on him, watching in grainy picture as he delicately runs his finger up the underside of his cock. he traces a vein and it has him jolting, a whimpered laugh quietly playing through your speakers.

“that’s it, knew you could do it for me,” it really is all for him, his praise merely a consequence of your compliance. “good to know you’re not a complete brain-dead idiot.”

the heat of your childhood bedroom is stiffling, choking you on it’s syrupy air, the heady stench of lust dancing up to your nostrils.

you wonder if his surroundings are the same: clammy, sex-smelling, erotic.

"tell me how it feels," he demands.

"full," is all you manage, head slumping forward and granting you the view from above of your puffy lips, squeezing around the toy’s base.

“for a slut like you? that’s nothing.”

he’s tempting you, cock on full display on your phone-screen.

it has you salivating, walls clenching around the pink silicone.

you’ve never wanted him so bad, needed him so bad.

in your hand, in your mouth, in you.

cock-hungry and touchstarved, you whine his name and beg for something you’ve yet to even understand.

all that you know is you need him, all of him, and you need him to feel the same.

“what’re you waiting for, an invitation?” oh, he growls, voice scratching on his ire and desperation. it’s spine-tingling. “start fucking the toy, princess.”

the first thrust is the deepest.

lifting yourself right off the toy, feeling the over-exaggerated tip of it resting between your folds, you sink back down with a single slam of your hips, hand jutting forward to grab at the mirror.

fingerprints on the glass, you try not to think about how you’ll have to clean it later.

“‘s that all you got?” he’s mean tonight, you think, his praise far more scarce than you’re used to. usually, you take an inch and he’s ready to throw you a parade. you like this side, though, like the fight for approval. “i’ve seen nuns take it faster than that.”

it’s hypochondria.

it’s a simile.

it’s symbolism.

it’s a lie.

but you let it get to you, let it fester down into your loins and build itself a nest within, infecting your bloodstream with it’s elusive possibilities.

you come down on the toy again, and follow it up with another quick lift of your hips, your own slick leaving it’s shiny residue on the dildo as you watch it slide out of you.

when you glance at the screen, you can see he’s started stroking his cock, shameless and unfiltered moans and whimpers coming from somewhere off screen.

usually, he’s a groaner, a grunter, snuffing out his little noises with presses of his lips to your skin, and teeth piercing into flesh.

this is another welcomed change.

matching the rhythm of his wrist, you begin to ride the plastic cock in earnest, letting yourself get lost in the fantasies of him beneath you, hands pawing at your waist and fingernails indenting your delicate skin.

his filth riddled rambles continue on, lyrics to the symphony of music created as you play yourselves like instruments, plucking the right string and stroking the right chord to make your music play.

“that’s it, pretty, fill that greedy pussy up.”

his hand speeds up.

your wrists chase to catch up.

“dirty slut, answering calls while she’s touching herself.”

up, and down.

and up, and down.

you’re fighting the muscle cramp in your thigh, and willing yourself to get rid of that hyper-aware conscious of yours, surrender yourself to ebb and flow of electric currents taking hold of your senses.

“just desperate for anyone to see you like this, aren’t you?”

you’re not even aware of your own head nodding, or the chants of yes, yes, yes that you’re giving.

you’re just living for the drag of the toy, in and out, filling you to the brim.

the reflection paints a portrait, an artwork for any eyes who dare witness. messy hair, running mascara, smeared lipstick. panties pushed aside, cunt on display, tits bouncing in lace confines each time your hips fall back down.

you watch as this sex-goddess version of you reaches out her hand, grasping fingers at the rabbit and bringing a burst of purple to the space between your thighs.

there’s no care to fix the setting, just a squeeze of a button and away you go, vibrator pressed to your clit as you fuck yourself on the toy again, and again, and again.

he hums in approval, calls you his smart slut, and you keen at his words, eyes glazing over with tears.

it’s all becoming too much.

too overwhelming.

you’re ready to crash and burn, open the floodgates to hell and throw yourself into the lakes of pleasure.

“hmm, pretty girl, y’know red really is your colour,” he’s embarrassingly more composed than you are. not a shake in his breath, not a stutter to his words. just the occasional moan, and the visible tightening of his fingers around his cock. “i’d love to see you dripping in it.”

everything comes crashing inwards. the length of the toy, ramming into you each time your hips crash down on it; the buzz of the vibrator, rippling your skin and stealing your sense; the erotic display of him, legs spread wide as he fucks up into his hand, tiny flecks of precum staining his skin. it’s all too much stimuli, sending you full throttle of the edge of reality.

you cum with a gasp, a cry, a shiver down your spine and a bust of warmth between your legs. like raging waters, the feeling flows, and crashes, and stains everything in it’s soaking madness.

it’s on your thighs, on the floor, even on the mirror, visual evidence of a climax you never knew was possible for yourself.

“fuck, fuck!” he’s still going, more desperate than ever, the repeated schlick-schlick of his hand taking over the beating of your heart. “d’you just squirt, huh? filthy, filthy pussy, got herself and all her belongings wet. go on, don’t be shy, lick your mirror clean-”

your phone buzzes.

it’s a fight through the orgasmic haze to read the screen.

yunho <3 - sorry babe, the guys keep buying rounds

yunho <3 - promise i’ll phone you as soon as i can

it takes reading it twice more to really read it.

process it.

understand it.

your heart drops to your stomach.

your lungs swell till they threaten to burst out your ribs.

your legs scramble off the toy, head shaking frantically.

no, no, no.

“what’s wrong, pumpkin?” god, you feel sick.

that’s not your boyfriend’s voice.

you watch the phone, paralysed in your own fear.

there he appears, in all his masked glory, haunting you straight out of your nightmares.

that very same mask, months ago, stood in your room watching over you, a blood soaked knife in his hand and your dead roommate at his feet.

“c’mon, silly girl, don’t tell me you didn’t know,” his words fill your throat with bile. because he’s right, how did you not know? “no, mister ghostface, i just thought my boyfriend’s cock got fatter! pathetic.”

oh god, oh god. yunho, you picture him now, sat among his seven friends, joking over alcohol infused delusions and awaiting his return to his hotel room, to call you and give you the night he’d promised you.

meanwhile, you’re naked, and afraid, and still reeling from the orgasm you’d let this crazed murderer prey witness to.

to make matters worse, you hate the way you’re not as scared as you should be.

or, really, that you’re as turned on as you are put off by the idea of this cruel torturer.

visions of riding that hollow-cheeked mask are fleeting, but vivid enough to have your eyes welling in shameful tears and your legs jumping in remorseful delight.

“you still want it, don’t you?” you should be looking away, hanging up, calling the police. not staring, wide-eyed and unblinking, as the man- the monster on your screen slaps the head of his hard cock against a toned stomach. and you definitely shouldn’t imagine him slapping the head of his cock against your asshole, teasing you with the fear of being defiled only to plunge deep into your cunt in one foul swoop. “yeah, you do. can see you rubbing your thighs together just at the sight of it. bet you’d like to know how’d it feel to be fucked nice and full of me while my knife’s pressed to your throat. just edging you between your orgasm and your deat-”

you hang up.

sit back.

count to ten.

ten.

nine.

eight.

seven.

your ringtone blares again.

unknown caller.

you hit ignore.

restart counting.

make it to four this time.

it calls again.

ignore.

you phone buzzes.

the notification reads unknown - 1 message.

messenger opens.

a picture.

of your house, taken from across the street. it’s dark, only the light of your bedroom and, within it, the blurred image of you. earlier, fresh out the shower wrapped in a fluffy white towel.

you phone buzzes, once more, and a text appears just beneath the image.

unknown- close ur courtains, u never know who’s watching.

you take a deep breath, stare out your window.

type out a reply.

curtains*

and block the number.

#this was so fucking hot oml #wooyoung #ateez

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