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Dungeontober Update

so I'm having a bit of a rough time health-wise lately, and I've made the executive decision to not stress myself out trying to get all the fics out on time when I'm feeling so ill. I will still write these fics, but they'll be put up whenever I feel well enough to get them up. thanks in advance for understanding

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bard!seungkwan x artificer!reader, 1.4k, really this is more a small piece of angsty hurt/comfort with just a dash of smut in it but it's fine

Sex with Seungkwan was slow. Sensual. He’d taken the time to learn your body almost better than you knew it yourself and boy did he put that knowledge to good use. When to give more, when to pull away, when to keep you on the edge of your orgasms and when to send you crashing.

Seungkwan had gotten especially good at using sex as an apology. As a bard he made his living traveling from town to town, spending a few nights at one tavern before moving onto the next, telling stories and singing songs for people who were more than happy to give up their coin. Lately his trips away had gotten longer, his visits home shorter. He claimed that he was doing this to take care of you, but you knew that wasn’t the case. You made more than enough to support the both of you with your shop - adventurers paid hefty sums for your enchanted weapons and armor. The real reason he was away for so long is because he loved the attention. Sometimes you wondered if he loved it more than he loved you.

You hated yourself for having that thought. You especially hated that you were having it right at that moment when Seungkwan’s face was between your legs. His tongue licked lazy stripes through your core, teasing your clit with every flick of the tip. Normally you’d let yourself melt into his touch and forget your troubles, but something about it wasn’t working this time.

“Stop, stop,” you mumbled, pushing Seungkwan away and sitting up so you were perched on the edge of your bed. Seungkwan sat back on his heels and looked up at you, confusion etched on his face.

“Is everything alright?” he asked

“Yeah, I just… I’m not in the mood like I thought I was,” you said. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” Seungkwan assured.

He moved to sit next to you, but when he put an arm around your shoulder you just shrugged him off and stood up. It felt wrong treating him this coldly, but you didn’t know how else to deal with what you were feeling. Ignoring the way his stare felt like it was boring holes in your back, you busied yourself with getting redressed and moving into the kitchen. Seungkwan followed a few minutes later.

“Hey, can we talk?” he asked. You froze for half a second before continuing to get yourself something to drink. You hoped he hadn’t noticed the hesitation.

“Yeah, of course,” you answered, not turning around to face him. Something sounded wrong about your voice, almost like the words were trying too hard to be casual.

Seungkwan didn’t say anything else right away. Instead he came up from behind you to take your glass out of your hand and put it on the counter. He then gently spun you around so that you were facing him, making you look at him face to face.

The look in his eyes was enough to have your heart breaking. Regret seeped into every part of your being for treating him the way you had. A serious talk had to happen for both of your sakes, and now was as good a time as any.

“I don’t like how long you’re gone,” you said, voice breaking halfway through the sentence as you started to cry. Seungkwan immediately pulled you into his arms, strong and warm. “I feel like you’re away twice as often as you’re here and I just get so lonely. Even when you are home lately, you’re always out doing things and I sit here waiting for you to get back,” you mumbled against his neck.

“My love, I—” Seungkwan started, but you interrupted him by pulling back just far enough that you could see his face again while still being able to hold each other. He was crying just as much as you were.

“I’m not done. I also want to say that I feel so selfish for wanting you home all the time. You love traveling and performing, and I don’t want to take that away from you. Sometimes I think maybe our lifestyles just aren’t compatible anymore…”

Seungkwan leaned forward to kiss your forehead and when he pulled back he wiped the tears off of your cheeks with his thumbs.

“First of all, I’m upset you didn’t come to me with this before. I don’t blame you for feeling the way you do, but when you have these feelings you can’t ignore them. We work through this stuff together, right?”

You nodded.

“Second, I have been away from home a lot recently. I see now that I should have talked to you about what I was doing, but I thought this would make a good surprise.”

“Surprise?” you echoed. Seungkwan was a man of habit more than he was one of surprises. Whenever things would stray from routine, he was always the one to bring it up first.

“I’ve been traveling more because I wanted to save enough to buy that old building on the edge of town and renovate it. I was going to let you know about it when I had the deed in my hands, but that still feels like it’s a long way off.”

“What would you buy that old thing for?” You tried not to sound judgmental, but the emotion slipped into your voice anyway, causing Seungkwan to laugh. You couldn’t help it - the building in question wasn’t quite falling apart, but it had been out of use for as far as you could remember and would take a lot of work to clean up.

“Well, with the town growing as it has these past few years, I had this idea that I could open a tavern of my own. We’ve only got one here right now, but more and more travelers have come through as of late and sometimes they have to be turned away. If I had my own tavern here, then I could still play my music for everyone and be home in bed with you every night. Plus I feel like it’d be a bit more profitable than just being a traveling bard.”

As Seungkwan spoke you felt the tightness in your chest release as you burst into tears again. These were happy tears, though, as you were quick to explain to Seungkwan, who looked more concerned than ever. His cheeks were still wet from his own tears but a smile broke out across his face.

“You’re so stupid,” you said playfully. “If you had told me about this then I could have helped you out. I do have quite a bit of money saved up that you could use for repairs and renovations.”

Seungkwan shook his head. “I wanted to be able to do this on my own. You’ve been taking care of most of our finances ever since we moved in together and I feel bad about that.”

“You’ve never brought that up before,” you countered, raising one eyebrow. Seungkwan chuckled.

“Yeah, I know. How hypocritical of me.”

“Well I wasn’t going to say it, but…”

“Anyway, I also wanted to raise the money myself because I was thinking that we could pull from both our savings in order to host the tavern’s inaugural event when it does open.” “And what kind of event are you thinking of?” you asked.

“A wedding,” Seungkwan said. After a pause, he clarified. “Our wedding.”

“Oh.” You stared at Seungkwan for a long moment letting the idea sink in.

“Is that something you would want to do?” he asked.

“Of course,” you answered. “There would just be a lot of planning to do that. We should talk logistics - the timeline of getting the tavern set up, how many people it can hold, who we want to invite to the wedding—”

“I would be more than happy to talk logistics with you,” Seungkwan interrupted. He slid his hand slowly down your back and let it rest on the curve of your hip, sending chills down your spine. “But first, I think we were in the middle of something? Unless this impending conversation isn’t what had taken you out of the mood…”

You responded by pulling him in for a kiss, one that was harder than what usually happened between the two of you. He let out a gasp of surprise before melting into it. When you finally broke away he pouted, clearly disappointed, until he heard the words you said next.

“Get on your knees.”

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druid!soonyoung x bard!reader, 2.5k words, dry humping, sorry that this one's a little lackluster I've been sick and haven't had the time to work on it as much as I wanted

You weren’t lost. Sure, you were in a forest you had never been in before, and you couldn’t find the path marked on your map again after having stepped off of it hours ago to find a secluded place to do your business, but that didn’t mean you were lost. You had a map, and you were sure that eventually you’d find some sort of landmark that will help you find exactly where you were on the little piece of paper you held in front of you.

At least, you were sure up until the point that you stepped in a snare and ended up dangling six feet off the ground from your ankle. That certainly put a damper on things. You attempted to catch your bag as it slid off your back, but only succeeded in sending everything in it flying as it was knocked a few feet away. You cursed to yourself and hoped to the gods that your lyre hadn’t broken. The strings had just been replaced and you didn’t have enough money to repair them again.

For a little while you did try to get out of your predicament. You weren’t sure how long you were at it, but a decent effort was made. Eventually, though, you gave up with a sigh and resigned yourself to your fate, knowing that the owner of the snare would be by at some point to check it. You pushed down any thoughts of the snare being abandoned that threatened to sneak up on you.

Despite the odd positioning, you actually found yourself dozing off a couple of times. Your eyes were closed, your breathing slowing into a deep, steady rhythm, when a twig snapped behind you. A small scream escaped your lips and you flailed about for a moment before realizing that you couldn’t really do anything. All you could do was wait for whoever or whatever snapped the twig to come into your line of sight and hope that they were friendly.

The man looked friendly, at the very least. You could tell immediately from the armor he wore and the staff he carried that he was a druid of some sort. Druids tended to be nice people, you told yourself. His eyes were near-closed into crescent shapes as he stifled a laugh.

“You, uh, you need some help there?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh no, I’m just hanging out, perfectly fine,” you spat back. Maybe he was being a little too friendly as he laughed at your situation. “Obviously I need some help, I need to get down.”

The man threw his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. Just poking a little fun is all. We’ll get you down in no time.”

You were dangling much too high for the part of the snare that cinched around your ankle to be disarmed, so he moved to the other end where it was attached to a tree. You watched intently as he fiddled with it for a moment and then the air was being knocked out of you as you fell unceremoniously to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The man rushed over immediately, hesitating for a second before reaching forward to help you up.

“I am so sorry, I should have realized you’d come down fast,” he said, clearly wanting to do something to help you but not wanting to cross any boundaries you might have.

“No, it’s alright. It didn’t hurt too bad, it was just a surprise. Thank you for helping me down,” you replied.

“I’m Soonyoung, by the way.” You introduced yourself in turn before asking that he help you to your feet.

Your right leg was fine, if a little bit unused to working. Your left leg - the one that had been caught in the snare - refused to hold you up. Pins and needles shot up the length of it the second you tried to put your weight on it. You lurched forward and Soonyoung was barely able to catch you in time and keep you from falling back to the ground. One of his strong arms held you around your back while you leaned against his chest. Even with the leather armor he wore you could tell he was quite muscular, and you blushed at the realization of how close the two of you were.

“I think I might have been up there for a bit too long,” you muttered. Soonyoung chuckled in response. “Would you mind getting me to that tree over there so I can lean against it and then helping me gather my things? My bag fell when I was pulled into the air and my things sort of scattered.”

Soonyoung nodded and did just as you asked. A moment later you had all of your things once more packed safely away - your lyre was unharmed except for some smudges of dirt, thankfully - and you could finally think about what you were going to do next. Unfortunately, you had no idea what you were going to do.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where the nearest inn is, would you?” you asked. “I had hoped to make it to Neverwinter proper before nightfall, but I don’t think that’s a possibility anymore, both with my loss of time and my newly acquired injury.”

“Unfortunately, you’re deeper in the woods than you must have realized. The nearest village is almost two days’ travel by foot, much more than that with your leg the way it is,” Soonyoung explained. Two days? The only way that was possible is if you went in the exact wrong direction after getting lost that morning - something that was very much a possibility. You hung your head and sighed, about to resign yourself to another sad night camping in the woods, when Soonyoung spoke up again. “My home isn’t too far from here. You’re welcome to stay with me.”

You looked up at him, sure that your face bore a resemblance to a puppy pleading for scraps of food at the dinner table. “Are you sure? You’ve already helped me and I wouldn’t want to impose upon you.”

“It wouldn’t be imposing at all. In fact, it’s been quite a while since I’ve had any visitors, and the company would be a nice change of pace.” He flashed that same smile that made his eyes crinkle at you once more. How could you say no to that?

Leaning most of your wait on Soonyoung for support, the two of you moved slowly through the forest in the direction of his home. It felt good to be going in a sure direction rather than just wandering around hoping you were headed the right way. The sun moved overhead and was starting to get low in the sky, though it hadn’t yet begun to set. You were limping badly but you were doing alright, right up until you tripped on a tree root you hadn’t noticed. It was all thanks to Soonyoung’s tight grip on your waist that you didn’t fall flat on your face.

“Would it be easier if I carried you?” he offered. “It would let you rest your leg, and plus we’d get there much more quickly.”

“Soonyoung, you’ve already done so much for me—” you started protesting.

“And I wouldn’t offer to do more unless I was willing to actually do it,” he interrupted. “People have to help each other when they can. It’s only right.”

You nodded, unable to help yourself from melting a little at his soft voice. It truly was lucky that you were rescued from your stupidity by someone so incredibly kind. It also didn’t hurt that he was handsome, too. You hoped he couldn’t hear how hard your heart was pounding as he scooped you into his arms, one of them supporting your back while the other went behind the crook of your knees. Your arms found their way around his neck to hold you steady and your back sat right in your lap for easy transport.

He wasn’t kidding when he said you’d arrive at his home much more quickly if you weren’t walking. You hadn’t realized how much you were holding him up until you weren’t anymore. It couldn’t have been more than an hour from the time he picked you up until the time his front door came into view. His home was a cute little cottage with a tree growing straight up the center of it, the canopy of which spread out far beyond the bounds of the building.

You thought he’d put you down outside so that he could open the door, but he had no trouble whatsoever doing so with you still in his arms. Living in the woods so far from other people must mean that locking the door was unnecessary. The living room you stepped into was cluttered in the coziest type of way and Soonyoung set you down on the most comfortable sofa you had ever felt beneath you.

“Would you like some tea?” he asked, but before you could answer he was gone, off to what you assumed was the kitchen.

You relaxed on the sofa and listened to the whistling of the kettle while you waited for him to return, rubbing your sore hip in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure. Luckily your boot had been thick enough that the snare wire hadn’t cut into your ankle, or else you would have been more worried about that than your hip. Just a few minutes later Soonyoung was back with a whole tray of tea accoutrements.

You accepted a cup from him, mixing in a decent scoop of sugar before pulling it close to your chest in the hopes that the heat of it would help you relax more. You watched as Soonyoung fiddled with his own cup for a minute before sitting on the floor, his back against the side of the sofa. It was then that you realized you were taking up all of the seating.

“Oh my gods, let me move out of the way,” you offered. Soonyoung tried to wave you off and insist that that wasn’t necessary, but you were already putting your cup of tea down and shifting to pull your legs in. A loud crack resounded through the air as a sharp pain shot through your hip and up your back.

Soonyoung was on you a moment later, concern etched deeply on his face. One hand came to rest on your upper back while the other hovered over your injured hip while he waited for permission to touch you there. After you nodded and his warm hand settled gently on the joint. You winced in pain before Soonyoung started rubbing his hand over the injured area; the pressure was uncomfortable for a moment before it started to chase away the pain. You found yourself melting into his touch, especially after he shifted the two of you so that you were on your back with your legs over his and he was half leaning over you.

He had to have been working some sort of druid magic as he massaged over your hip. A warm slightly tingling feeling radiated out from the area he touched; you closed your eyes and threw your head back against the arm of the sofa as you relished in it. A moan slipped out of your mouth a moment later completely involuntarily. Your eyes shot open and your face flushed with embarrassment, but Soonyoung didn’t seem awkward about the situation. Quite the opposite, in fact - his breathing was steady but heavy, and when you trailed your eyes down the length of his torso they came to rest on a very obvious tent in his pants.

You put a hand on his to stop him and only then did the embarrassment and shame cross his face, but you only wanted to halt him temporarily so that you could rearrange yourself on the couch. You moved slowly so as to not further injure your hip, settling into a position where your upper body was laying flat while your legs were twisted onto their side and your knees were bent. Your bad hip was the one facing upwards.

Placing your hands on Soonyoung’s shoulders, you gave him plenty of time to move away should he want to, but he didn’t. You pulled him down so that he was laying overtop of you, his arms holding him up so that he didn’t crush you underneath him. You bit your lip to stifle the moan that wanted to come out of your mouth when his clothed erection came into contact with your clothed core.

“Is this alright?” you asked. Your voice came out in a whisper as if talking too loud would ruin the moment that was building between the two of you.

Soonyoung cleared his throat before answering in just as soft a voice. “Yeah, it’s uh… it’s alright.” You chuckled and leaned up to press a light kiss to his cheek before laying back and letting him take charge.

He moved slowly at first, almost too slow for your liking, his hips rocking back and forth. His hard cock rubbed against you with just enough pressure to leave you wanting more, catching your clit and teasing you through the layers of clothing you wore. He also leaned over you at just the right angle that his pelvis was on your hip, massaging it not quite effectively as his hand did. You welcomed the contact all the same.

Soonyoung picked up speed incrementally, the change so minimal that you barely even noticed it was happening until suddenly he was moving at a speed you didn’t want him to change. Your hands scrambled for something to grip so he brought his forward to lace your fingers together on either side of your head.

“Just like that,” you gasped out. “Keep doing that.”

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he responded.

A moment later you felt a shudder run through him as he reached his peak. He kept up with his pace until you were orgasming too, the slickness of your underwear starting to get to you as you both came down from your highs.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Soonyoung asked, a hand trailing over your hip. It was still sore, of course, but the high of orgasming did a wonderful job of distracting you from it.

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” you answered with a giggle. “I do feel a little gross though. Maybe a bath is in order? I might need some help getting there, though.” You still didn’t trust yourself to be able to walk very far. As much as your hip felt okay now, it would probably start throbbing again the second you put weight on it.

“Oh, don’t worry. I can help with that,” Soonyoung assured you. He then scooped you into his arms, pressing kisses along the side of your face as he carried you deeper into his home.

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rogue!jeonghan x druid!reader, 3.1k words, consensual non consent (coercion and threats), knife play, degradation and praise, I realize that this sort of thing is definitely not for everyone so if you don't like those things please don't read

Someone was following you.

It was late, much later than you’d normally be out, and you were taking the lesser traveled back roads because it would get you home quicker. It was because these roads were less traveled that you were able to tell almost immediately that you were being followed - unfortunately, you couldn’t think of anything you could do to get out of the situation other than to walk faster. Of course, that meant your pursuer also picked up speed, and thus the cycle continued until you were running and gasping for breath.

You could see the street your house was on, so close and yet impossibly far away. Just a few more moments and you’d be there…

And of course that’s when you were grabbed from behind, a hand coming up to cover your mouth so you couldn’t scream as you were dragged into an alleyway, the safe haven of your street forced out of sight.

The person holding you stopped suddenly and spun you to face them, making you dizzy before slamming you into the wall behind you. Their body slotted against yours, the weight making it so that you couldn’t escape, and as they brought a knife to your throat you were able to see under their cowl for the first time.

The man was tall enough to tower over you and, much to your dismay, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. His face was round with a strong jaw and full cheekbones, pale skin and plump pink lips. Dark hair fell in waves to his shoulders with a few strands of bangs hung in front of his deep brown eyes. He was leaning close enough that you could feel his breath on your cheek. You swallowed hard, careful not to move too much so you didn’t risk your throat hitting the knife.

“You can make this easy on both of us,” he said, his voice low. It was deeper than you thought it would be. “Just give me all your silver and gold and I’ll be on my way. I’ll even let you keep the copper.”

“N-no,” you stuttered out. You really hoped he couldn’t feel how fast your heart was racing.

One of your arms was pinned between your body and the wall, but the other hung limp at your side, movable from the elbow down. You tried surreptitiously to move your hands and cast a spell, any spell, but the man caught onto that immediately. The vines you had started to grow around his feet died instantly as he grabbed your wrist with his free hand and forced it up by your head.

“We’ll have none of that, thank you,” he said with a threatening chuckle. “If I catch you trying to use magic again, you’ll get more than just a warning. Now tell me where your coin pouch is.”

“I don’t have any coins,” you argued, throwing out the first excuse you could think of. You knew it was a bad one, and the man didn’t believe it for a moment.

“If you’re going to be difficult about this, I’ll have no qualms searching your body for what I want - and it doesn’t matter to me whether you’re conscious for that or not.”

The man shifted his weight, probably in an attempt to free up a hand to search with, and in doing so slid his thigh between your legs. You gasped at the unexpected friction, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach despite the context of the situation. The man stopped moving immediately and looked at you, a sly grin on his lips.

“Oh, so it’s like that, is it? You were probably sneaking around down these back alley ways to meet up with a lover, someone daddy doesn’t approve of so you have to be secretive about it,” he conjectured.

You shook your head, forgetting about the knife until it grazed the side of your neck. There wasn’t nearly enough pressure to cut you, but your breath caught in your throat all the same.

“No? Well then maybe you’re just some common whore who knew there’d be someone like me lurking back here, and you were just so desperate for a fuck that you figured you’d take your chances.”

You squirmed, careful to avoid the knife. As much as you hated to admit it, hearing this man accuse you of such dirty things had a puddle forming in between your legs. Even the way he held you against the wall and pressed a knife to your throat was turning you on - the longer you stayed in that position, the less threatening it felt. Instead of being scared, your brain was focused on being turned on.

“How about we make a deal, sweetheart?” the man suggested, putting your attention back to his face. There was a look in his eyes that let you know he was just as horny as you were. “You let me have my way with you here, and when we’re done we both walk off having had a good time. You can keep your coins that way.”

“No!” you protested.

“Well those are your two choices - I either fuck you or take your money. So what’s it gonna be?”

You tried to shrink back against the wall but of course that didn’t work. Evidently you were taking too long to answer the man’s question, because he pressed against you hard enough to make you gasp.

“Make your choice or I’ll make it for you. Believe me, you won’t like the result if I have to decide.”

You swallowed hard once more before answering, your words coming out as a mumble you could barely even hear.

“What was that, sweetheart? You’ll have to talk a bit louder.” The man tapped the tip of his knife against the underside of your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“I said fuck me!” you half-shouted in fear. You hadn’t meant to be so loud, but your nerves got the better of you.

The man chuckled. “Well, if the lady insists.”

He shifted his weight to put his knife back in the scabbard on his belt, but before you could even think of moving he was settling his body back over yours. One hand gripped both of your wrists above your head while the other cupped the back of your neck and brought your mouth to his. The thigh that was in between your legs slid forward more, and when your lips parted in an involuntary moan the man took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He tasted sweet and sharp, like the spearmint candies you often treated yourself to when you had a few extra copper for food shopping. The familiar flavor was almost enough to have you wanting to melt into the kiss, but the hard wall behind you kept you grounded in the situation. After a few minutes the man pulled away, breathing just as heavily as you were.

“You certainly are a good kisser,” he said, and you couldn’t help but blush. “Why don’t we find out what else that mouth can do?”

And then you were on your knees. The dirt in the alleyway wasn’t nearly enough to soften the cobblestones below, but you were lowered much more gently than you had expected. Your hands were pinned to the back of your head by one of the man’s own while his other hand worked the front of his pants open. A moment later his cock was freed and it bounced in front of your face; it was long and skinny and already rock hard. Just seeing him stroke up and down a few times had you clenching your thighs in an attempt at feeling any sort of friction where you wanted it most.

“Well, go ahead, sweetheart. Get to work,” the man said, angling his cock so that the head was pointed at your mouth.

You parted your lips hesitantly, poking your tongue out to give a few kitten licks to the tip. The man took a half-step forward, encouraging you to go on. It was hard to balance with your hands pinned to the back of your head, but he steadied you as best as he could while you leaned forward, pulling his cock into your mouth an inch at a time. It weighed heavily on your tongue. You bobbed your head a few times and the man let out a low curse before moving his hand off of his cock and reuniting it with the other on the back of your head. He then pushed into your mouth, slowly and steadily, until the tip of his cock teased the back of your throat.

You gagged, the sound and feeling of which made the man moan, but he eased up on you a bit anyway. You were in no position to move for fear of falling over, so you let him guide you up and down his length as he pleased, sucking and licking to the best of your ability along the way. He gradually picked up speed until he was going so fast that you couldn’t keep up; all you could do was sit there and focus on breathing through your nose as he used your mouth to get off.

You were fairly certain he was going to finish in your mouth and make you swallow it when all of a sudden he pulled you off of him. A string of spit connected your lips to his cock head for a second before it broke and splattered on your chin. You wanted to wipe it off but your hands were still being held.

“I feel like I could fuck your mouth all day and never get tired of it,” the man said with a groan. “But I don’t want to cum just yet. I said we’d both leave here having had a good time, and I’m a man of my word.”

The man helped you to your feet, again being much more gentle with you than his original demeanor would have led you to believe possible, and once you were standing you only had a moment to settle before you were being lifted up and placed on top of a nearby stack of crates. You were perched right on the edge of it, your feet coming up so that your heels were resting there as well, keeping your knees bent.

“Go ahead and lie back for me, sweetheart,” the man said with a nod in your direction.

You complied without issue. It didn’t even cross your mind that he was no longer holding onto you and that you could have potentially made a run for it. Once you were settled on your back, he flipped your skirt up so that it was bunched around your waist. You sucked in a breath at the sensation of the cold air hitting your bare core.

“No panties, huh? And you expected me to believe that you weren’t out here for salacious reasons.” Your face burned with embarrassment; you couldn’t think of anything to say in retaliation to that.

You couldn’t see exactly what he was doing due to your reclined position, so when his fingers finally made contact with your body, the tips of them sliding slowly through your folds, you couldn’t help but flinch. Then he sunk one into you all the way down to the hilt, eliciting a deep moan from you.

“Such a pretty cunt for a pretty whore,” he said, more to himself than to you. You bit your lip to keep from reacting vocally. Despite being put on display for him the way you were, you didn’t want him to know how aroused his degrading words made you. He could feel you getting wetter by the second so there was really no reason to keep yourself quiet, but you had to draw the line somewhere.

He slid his finger in and out of your hole a few times before adding a second one.  This time you couldn’t hold back the sound that wanted to come out of your mouth, and the man took this as encouragement to carry on with his ministrations. Soon you had three fingers pumping in you, prodding at your g-spot while his other hand toyed with your clit. It was no surprise that you were reaching your first orgasm just minutes later. The man continued rubbing you through your high and once you came down from it, you opened your eyes to see him sticking his fingers that were slick with his juices into his mouth.

Then he was leaning over to kiss you again, the strong taste of your arousal undercut by the spearmint flavor from before. He uncurled your hands from where they gripped your skirt and placed them on his chest instead. While you were distracted by his tongue in your mouth and his heartbeat against your fingers, he took the opportunity to slide his cock into your still dripping hole. You flinched, your body instinctively trying to move away from the intrusion.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s just me. I’m going to make you feel good, remember?” the man whispered against your skin.

“You already did,” you mumbled in response, though you relaxed at his words and let him slide fully into you. The man chuckled at your answer.

“And who says I can’t do it again?”

The pace he set was slow and deep as he pulled his cock out of you almost all the way and then pushed it back in completely each time. You gave yourself over to the feeling while the man kissed and sucked marks into your neck. One of his hands held you firmly by the hip while another pawed at your breast through your shirt. After a moment he moved to undo the ties - unsuccessfully. He continued his struggle against your shirt with increasing frustration before giving into a simpler solution.

“Fuck this,” he growled, pulling his knife out of his belt once more. You gasped and froze, but the tip of the blade never even touched your flesh as he flicked it up the length of your shirt, ruining the ties and baring your chest to him completely.

Once the knife was back where it should have been, he picked up his pace thrusting into you while lavishing your breasts with the attention of his mouth and hand. Your hands gripped his shirt so hard they were starting to ache, but with the rise of your second orgasm approaching fast, you really couldn’t bring yourself to care. His thrusts were just as fast and hard as they had been but they were getting sloppier by the minute.

“I’m so close,” he moaned against your chest.

“Cum inside me,” you pleaded. “Please, please. I’m almost there.”

You didn’t know if it was the sudden pressure of his hand against your clit or the feeling of being filled with his cum that sent you over the edge, but a moment later you were hitting your peak. You cried out in pleasure; luckily neither of you felt like there was a need for secrecy anymore.

Once the two of you had come down from your highs the man stepped back slowly, pulling you off of your perch and into his arms. You hissed in discomfort as your hip had grown stiff from the position you had kept.

“I know, I know,” he whispered comfortingly into your ear. “Just give me one moment and we’ll be back home.”

You felt a familiar tug of magic around you and when you opened your eyes, you were back in the living room of the home you shared with your partner, Jeonghan. He let you down gently onto the sofa, giving you a peck on the forehead before rushing off somewhere else in the house. He was back a moment later with a soft towel he used to wipe you clean and a shirt that he helped you change into. He held your ruined one up for a moment before tossing it to the side and giving you a sheepish look.

“Sorry about that, the ties were giving me too much trouble,” he apologized.

“It’s alright, I understand,” answered with a tired giggle.

Once the two of you were stripped of your boots, cloaks, and anything else that would impede cuddling such as Jeonghan’s belt, knife included, he climbed onto the sofa with you and pulled you into his lap. Your head tucked neatly under his chin and he rubbed your back comfortingly.

“So how was that? Did I live up to your fantasy?” he asked.

“You exceed every fantasy I’ve ever had,” you said, placing a chaste kiss against the column of his throat. “Thank you for indulging in that for me. I know it’s not really a normal thing to ask for…”

“Hey, look at me,” Jeonghan prompted before tilting your head back so that he could look into your eyes. You shivered under his intense gaze, but still felt the comfort and love that radiated from him. “You don’t have to feel awkward or embarrassed or ashamed of anything you want to try out. Sometimes our brains like weird things for reasons we don’t really understand. Hells, I nearly finished in my pants from holding a knife to your throat, you don’t think that was a strange thing for me to come to terms with?”

You chuckled at his sudden outburst. “I mean, that did play nicely into my own ideas for the scenario.”

Jeonghan leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips, followed by one on your forehead.

“Exactly. We’re both into some uncommon things, and that works for us. I don’t ever want you to feel bad for asking me to do something that makes you feel good. Understand?”

You nodded. “I understand.”

“Good.” Another kiss was planted on your forehead. “Now what do you say we head to bed? All that stalking has really tired me out. I can’t imagine how you’re holding up being on the other side of it.”

At this you burst out laughing. “Stop making me laugh, it feels weird. I’m still so shaky,” you explained.

“I will never stop making you laugh,” Jeonghan insisted. “But, I will stop teasing you tonight. I really wasn’t kidding when I said I was tired and wanted to go to bed.”

With that he lifted you up and carried you to your shared bed. Most of the time this mode of transportation ended in him ravishing you with love, but seeing as you had just put all your effort into fucking each other not half an hour earlier, this time all it resulted in was falling asleep within minutes while nestled in each other’s arms.

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Thinkin' About You

cleric!joshua x rogue!reader, 2.9k words, joshua is a bit of a perv but still polite about it, warning for blood/injuries/tending to wounds but nothing too detailed

You knew that everyone had those days sometimes, the kind where nothing seemed to go right, but damn did it really suck when those days happened to you.

This trip was meant to be a normal, run of the mill dungeon crawl. In fact, you had almost passed on the job because it had seemed like it would be too easy, but your gold was getting low enough that you didn’t have the luxury of passing on easy jobs even if you wanted to challenge yourself. There were four of you that got hired to retrieve the treasure that your employer was certain had been left at the end of the dungeon and each of you were to get one fifth of it upon retrieval, the last fifth going to the employer, of course. It was more than a fair deal.

The bard and the fighter were both locals, friends who picked up odd jobs here and there with a pretty decent success rate that kept their coin purses heavy. The cleric, Joshua, was like you - new in town and needing to build up some savings. They all seemed decent enough, but you weren’t on the job to make friends, you were on it to make money. Three days after you all met for the first time, your employer had finally gathered all the supplies you’d need for the excursion, and so you headed off to the dungeon in question.

It should have been a two day trip. One day to get through the dungeon, then one day back after a nice long rest. Except there were more monsters than anyone had expected and, much to your chagrin, more traps.

Traps were your thing; whether it was detecting them or disarming them, you were a whiz at it. At least you would be on any other day. The day you went into this dungeon, you seemed to be having the most rotten luck. First it was the pressure plate that you thought you had disabled only for it to trigger the second the fighter stepped foot on it. Luckily the bard had a spell that easily extinguished the flames that erupted. Then it was the trip wire that you hadn’t even seen - this sent a boulder rolling after your group that you only avoided because the fighter was able to pull you all onto a safe ledge in time.

At least the mimic hadn’t been your fault. That had been the bard getting too ahead of himself when he saw a treasure chest. If he had been paying more attention he would have seen the teeth on the thing and you wouldn’t have had to get mimic saliva all over yourself as you stabbed your dagger down on the creature’s tongue to pin it in place.

The arrows, on the other hand, were entirely your fault. You noticed the holes in the wall for what they were immediately and quickly got to work searching for the trigger. It turned out to be a glyph on the wall that would activate as soon as anyone got too close. You found this out when you moved in to get a closer look at it despite the warning from the rest of your party.

The three of them had all managed to get out of the way in time, but being so close to the detonator meant you had no chance of moving quick enough. That’s how you ended up with an arrow stuck in the flesh of your upper arm.

Honestly once the arrow had stopped moving it was more annoying than painful. Then Joshua set himself to the task of removing the arrow and it was back to being painful. You didn’t look while he was doing it so you weren’t sure exactly what he did, but after a minute of intense discomfort the arrow was gone and you were left with a throbbing pain as he wrapped a bandage around your arm to cover the wound.

“Don’t you have a spell to fix this?” you asked through gritted teeth.

“I’m completely tapped out,” he admitted. “We ran into a bit more than expected today and I’m magically exhausted. As long as you don’t bleed out in the night I’ll be able to patch you up better in the morning.”

You could have sworn there was a little smirk playing on the corners of his lips as he tied the bandaid off, making you wince as the whole thing tightened for a moment. He was enjoying seeing you like this. It must have felt like retribution for all the shit you put the rest of the party through during the day. Standing up and wiping his hands off on the front of his tunic, Joshua turned to address your other party members.

“I think it’s best if we rest here. It’s getting late, and we can make better progress when we’ve had a full night of sleep.”

The other two grumbled but ultimately accepted the suggestion. You didn’t say anything, knowing that if you hadn’t kept fucking up you’d already be at the treasure by now instead of only part way through the dungeon.

Luckily you were able to find a small cave off the side of the dungeon proper that had no monsters and few creepy crawlies in it, plus it had plenty of space for the four of you to set up your tents and build a fire in the middle. After a quick meal of bread, cheese, and sausages, the four of you went your separate ways to get some rest.

At least you tried to get some rest. Between the pain in your arm, the snoring coming from one of the other tents, and your thoughts stuck on all the mistakes you had made, you were sure you weren’t going to get to sleep anytime soon. After nearly an hour of tossing and turning you figured there was one thing you could try that might help - touching yourself. An orgasm would be able to take your mind off of things as well as tiring you out.

You didn’t even bother to take off your pants, opting to just reach in past your underwear. Circling your finger around your clit seemed to be doing the trick as you threw your head back and kept your bottom lip between your teeth in order to hold back any moans. It was only when you stretched a little further to reach your hole that you realized you had fucked up once again.

You see, the arrow had hit you in your dominant arm - the one you were currently using to pleasure yourself. By stretching it too far you aggravated the wound and you couldn’t help but let out a yelp of pain which took you right out of the mood. Sighing in frustration, you flopped back onto your bedroll and resigned yourself to having a miserable night.

“Hey, are you alright in there?” Joshua’s voice called through the front flap of your tent a moment later. You jumped at the sudden unexpected sound. “You sounded like you were hurt, is it okay if I come in?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” you answered. You thought everyone had fallen asleep, but there was no way you were loud enough to wake anyone up, even when you called out involuntarily.

Joshua was shirtless when he came into the tent and his hair was mussed in a way that showed he had clearly been trying to sleep, even if he hadn’t been successful. He took one look at you and then hurried over to your side.

“Well, that’s not good,” he muttered, grabbing at your wounded arm.

“What’s not good?”

Then you saw all the blood on the bandage. Of course you hadn’t expected the bleeding to stop immediately when you had no magical aid, but surely it shouldn’t have looked that bad. You turned away, unable to keep your stomach from flipping. Joshua excused himself for just a moment, returning with a tin of something and some fresh bandages. You held out your arm to him so that he could get on with taking care of you. The sooner it was handled the better; you were never the best at dealing with blood.

“Looks like you just pulled at the edge of the cut a bit,” he explained as he spread some of the ointment from the tin along your arm. It left a pleasant cooling effect on the inflamed area. “What were you doing that caused this?”

You tried to shrug, the motion only working halfway as you couldn’t move the arm that Joshua had in his hands. “Nothing, really. I just stretched it too far.”

“Well you had to have been doing something. Seriously, were you doing yoga in here or something?” Something about Joshua’s tone got under your skin.

“I was masturbating, alright?” you admitted, turning to face him. “I’ve had a shit day and wanted to get something good out of it, but clearly that didn’t work.”

Joshua didn’t look up at you, but he did pause his ministrations for a moment before resuming wrapping the wound. Once the new bandage was freshly secured he sat back on his heels and let out a sigh. You never could have imagined the words that were going to come out of his mouth next.

“Do you want some help, getting something good out of the day, I mean?”

You stared at him incredulously before you remembered how to speak. “I’m sorry, are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

“I… I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself again. If getting off would make you feel better, I’d be happy to help. After all, what are clerics for if not to make people feel better?”

With a bit of pink now coating his cheeks, Joshua turned away. While he wasn’t looking you dropped your eyes to check out his shirtless form. You couldn’t help but admit that the sight of him like this had you getting wet again.

“Yeah. Okay,” you answered.

His head shot up, eyebrows raised as he looked at you. “Are you sure?”

“Just get over here before I change my mind and kick you out for being a perv.”

Joshua didn’t need to be told again. You thought he would come in for a kiss and lay you back on the bedroll so he could be on top, but instead he scooted behind you so that your back was flush with his bare chest. Even with your tunic still on, you could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“Relax and let me know if I do anything you don’t like,” he whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Gone was the blushing embarrassment of his offer. The man whose legs were on either side of yours and whose hands were currently creeping under your clothes was confident in what he was doing. Trusting that he would make you feel good, you leaned back so that he was supporting your weight and let him know that he could carry on.

One hand crept under your tunic to grasp at your breasts, thumb catching on your nipple just enough to taunt you but not enough to distract you from what his other hand was doing. Keeping your bad arm pinned beneath his so that you couldn’t do any more damage, the hand that wasn’t playing with your nipple slipped into your pants to play with your cunt. His middle finger teased your hole while his thumb pressed into your clit.

“Joshua,” you moaned.

He immediately hushed you. “You have to stay quiet. You don’t want the others to wake up and find you like this, do you?”

“I don’t know, waking you up seemed to work pretty well in my favor,” you retorted, though you lowered your voice to match his volume.

“Oh, I wasn’t asleep.” One finger dipped inside you up to the first knuckle. It was just enough for you to feel it but not enough to really get you going.

“Yeah? What were you doing still up?”

Suddenly Joshua was scooting your hips back and you couldn’t help but gasp at the sudden movement. Joshua’s erection pressed hard against your lower back now that there was as little space between the two of you as possible.

“Much the same as you,” he answered. You could tell from his voice that he was smiling. From this position he was able to properly finger you, reaching his finger all the way in and playing with your g-spot.

“Well, I’m glad I got your attention so that we could work things out together.” You struggled to get the words out through your ragged breathing, but Joshua got the message.

“You have no idea. I was actually thinking of you,” he admitted. “Been thinking about you non stop since we met.”

“Yeah? For four days now you’ve been imagining fucking me? You really are a perv,” you laughed.

“I wasn’t going to do anything about it, not until you indicated that you might be interested in making those thoughts a reality.” A second finger was added inside you and he picked up his speed. The hand that had barely brushed against your nipple now pinched it.

“Ah, Joshua,” you gasped. His hands immediately came to a standstill, leaving you to whine in dissatisfaction.

“What did I say about being quiet?” he asked. “Are you going to be able to be quiet for me?”

“I… probably not,” you admitted. You were very vocal in bed, something that had never been an issue up until this point.

The hand that was under your shirt moved to cover your mouth. It was warm and heavy and pushed your head back so that it was resting on Joshua’s shoulder, baring your throat to him. He placed a kiss on the newly exposed skin before he picked back up with fingering you.

“Come on beautiful, cum for me,” he encouraged.

You squirmed in his grasp as he continued to pleasure you. On top of being vocal, you were very physical when it came to sex. You couldn’t help it; all of your nerves felt like they were on fire as your orgasm creeped closer and closer to completion. You let out a loud whine, grateful that Joshua’s hand blocked most of the noise from getting out. A moment later you hit your peak and let yourself sigh back against Joshua as the high of your orgasm subsided.

“Fuck, I wish I could take you right here and now,” Joshua said as he slid his hands off of you and eased you off of him so he could get up. He stuck the fingers that had been inside you into his mouth, licking them clean of your wetness.

“Yeah? And who says you can’t?” you asked, watching him turn and rummage through your bag for a moment before coming back with some clean undergarments for you. How charming, that he wasn’t about to leave you all sticky.

“The time, for one. We really do need to get some rest for tomorrow. Besides, I’d rather not have to worry about the wound on your arm when I want to focus on fucking you,” he said as he eased your ruined pants and underwear down on your legs. You cringed at the feeling, but relaxed as Joshua wiped you clean with one of the spare clothes he had brought back from his tent. He then pulled the clean clothes onto you.

“So what you’re saying is tomorrow night you’ll come back here and fuck me the way I deserve?” you asked, an eyebrow quirked upwards.

Joshua flashed you a flirty smile. “I’d like nothing more than that.”

You watched as he cleaned the space up a bit more and gathered his things to bring back to his tent. He wished you a good night and moved to leave, but stopped in the doorway and turned back to face you as you called out his name.

“What is it?”

“You haven’t… I mean, you never kissed me,” you said bashfully. Now it was your turn to blush. “It’s just that…”

Joshua was at your side again in two strides, tilting your head up with a hand under your chin. His face was close enough that you could feel his breath tickle your lips.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” he insisted. “Just tell me what you’d like me to do and I’ll do it.”

“I’d like for you to kiss me,” you whispered, feeling self-conscious despite the fact that his fingers had just been inside you minutes before.

His lips were just as soft as you had imagined them as they pressed against yours, but all too soon the kiss was broken. The two of you looked at each other for a moment longer before he retreated to the tent’s opening once more.

“Tomorrow night, I’ll kiss you however many times you want, wherever you want,” he promised with a smile.

Even after he was gone and you could faintly hear him moving around in the tent beside yours you sat there thinking about him and the things to come. It was only after he had settled down and the only constant sound was the snoring of one of your other party members that you reclined yourself, content to fall asleep now that the day hadn’t been a complete bust.

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If I

paladin!seungcheol x cleric!reader, 2.7k words, bit of a pain kink, reader gets to dom while seungcheol is the sub, I can't believe this is the second time I've written this man as the reader's ex

Seungcheol wasn’t supposed to come back. You were never supposed to see each other again. At least, that’s what you had convinced yourself he had told you on the night he left all those months ago. You had done your best to block out the memory, so you could be getting a few of the details wrong. All that mattered was that he had left on a mission to set up a new temple dedicated to Eldath, the goddess you both served, leaving you brokenhearted and alone.

And now here he was, sweaty hair hanging in front of his face and dirt smudged all over his armor, having just walked back into the main hall of the temple you still worked at. You ducked quickly into the closest doorway hoping that he wouldn’t catch sight of you and it seemed to be working. As you peeked around the corner you saw him start to walk in your direction, so with a squeal you pressed yourself back against the door as far as you could and prayed to Eldath that he wouldn’t see you.

A moment later he was walking past you, completely oblivious to your position. You waited until he was once more out of sight before letting your breath out in a heavy sigh and heading in the other direction. Feigning a headache, you convinced your superior to let you get out of the rest of your duties for the rest of the day. With Seungcheol back there was no way you would be able to focus and you just wanted to go back to your room.

It was all you could do to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. You were almost back to your room, just one more hall to go, when suddenly you collided with someone coming around a blind corner. You stepped backwards onto the hem of your robes and would have fallen flat on your ass had the person you ran into not had the reflexes to be able to catch you and hold you steady.

With an acknowledgement of thanks already on your lips you looked up only for the words to die in your mouth the second you realized that you were intimately familiar with the brown eyes that looked back at you.

“Seungcheol,” you spat, stepping out of his grasp immediately. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion - clearly he was expecting a much more positive welcome. You moved around him but he caught you by the wrist with just enough pressure to keep you from continuing on without actually hurting you.

“Darling, wait—” he started, but you spun to face him and caught him off guard.

“You don’t get to call me that, Seungcheol. Now let go of me.” You tugged your arm easily out of his grip, hating how your skin tingled as his fingertips caressed the back of your hand.

“Please just hear me out,” he begged. “I’m sorry, and you don’t have to accept my apology, but at the very least I’d like to explain why I did what I did.”

You were tempted to yell at him some more, but you didn’t have the energy for that. You dragged your hand down your face with a sigh before answering.

“Fine. But not here.”

With that you turned on your heel and strode off, not looking back to see if Seungcheol was following you or not. Two minutes later you were both standing in your room.

“Go on. Explain,” you prompted after several moments of Seungcheol observing you silently. Part of you wanted to squirm under his gaze but you held your ground.

“There really was a chance that I wasn’t coming back from this mission. I didn’t want you to sit around waiting for me forever.”

“That’s not what you said, though, was it? No, you told me that you definitely weren’t coming back and that you didn’t want any loose ends left behind,” you replied, defiant eyes staring back at his sad ones. “You called me a loose end.”

“And I regretted it every day after.”

“Oh, well I’m glad you regret treating me like shit,” you cried, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

“I thought it would be easier for you to get over me if you hated me,” Seungcheol admitted. “Though now I’m hoping now that my plan didn’t work. Is that selfish?”

“Everything you do is selfish,” you said with a bitter laugh.

There was a pause, the only sounds in the otherwise silent room being your breaths and the squeak of the floor as he took a step forward. One hand gently cupped your face and tilted it so that Seungcheol could rest his forehead against yours. A jolt of electricity shot through you, though you managed to smother the gasp that threatened to leave your lips.

“And if I promise to change that? Will you give me a second chance?” he asked. His voice was barely above a whisper and you could feel his breath tickle the side of your face. You thought for a moment before responding.

“Prove it. Prove to me that you’re going to work on changing and that you deserve a second chance,” you challenged. There was a spark of something behind his eyes - hope, maybe.

“I’d do anything to prove it to you,” he said. You stepped back and watched his hand fall back to his side.

“Strip,” you ordered, delighting in the confusion that graced his face. “Then get on the bed.”

“What are you—” You pushed against his chest not hard enough to do any damage but with just enough force that he stumbled back. The bed hit the backs of his knees, making them fold and bringing him to a sitting position.

“You said you’d do anything to prove that you won’t be selfish anymore. So you’re going to strip and lay back on the bed so that I can use you to make myself feel good. Alright?” You tilted your head at him, making sure he understood that he could say no. You may have been incredibly pissed at him, but you weren’t going to push him to do anything he didn’t agree to.

A moment passed before he said anything. “Alright.”

And then he was naked, sprawled out on your bed with his hands tied above his head. He strained against the bindings as he watched you pull your clothing off piece by piece, until eventually you were naked too. Throwing one leg over him, you straddled his thighs. His already hard cock twitched against his stomach when he saw your cunt was practically dripping without having had to do anything.

“Hmm, I think I like you better like this,” you said with a smirk. One of your hands rested on his hip while the other dipped between your legs to play with yourself. You made sure to keep your eyes on Seungcheol’s face as you rubbed small circles on your clit, loving the way his face scrunched as you let out an exaggerated moan. His thighs tensed beneath you.

“Darling…” Seungcheol said with a warning tone to his voice. Like he was going to do anything - you were in charge, not him. You didn’t even bother to correct him about his use of the pet name.

“What is it? Upset that I’m being selfish and touching myself and not you?” You let out another moan as you dipped a finger into your hole.

“You said you were going to use me, not make me sit here and watch while you ignored me,” he pointed out.

“I did say that, didn’t I? Well, I wouldn’t want to make myself into a liar,” you replied. “Here, clean this off for me.”

Without warning, you slid your finger out of yourself and into Seungcheol’s mouth. He had opened it to say something, but the words were lost as he twisted his finger around the digit. You clenched around nothing as you felt yourself grow wetter from watching him desperate to please you. As wonderful as that was, you needed more, so you pulled your finger free, which elicited a whine from Seungcheol. A moment later that whine turned into a groan as you settled your bare cunt on top of his hardened member. You closed your eyes and focused on the friction that rocking back and forth brought to your clit.

“Fuck…” Seungcheol breathed out. You immediately stopped your movements so that you could lean forward and press your hand over his mouth.

“Shut up. I didn’t tell you to speak.”

You had never been this mean to him, even during previous nights experimenting in the bedroom. You were having a good time being in charge like this, though, and judging by the precum dribbling out of Seungcheol’s cock, he was enjoying it as well.

“This is about me getting off, not you. You shouldn’t even be thinking about your cock right now.”

Seungcheol couldn’t help himself; something about the way you spoke to him had him feeling frenzied in his need to get off. His hips jerked involuntarily, eliciting a gasp from you and a moan from him. You ground down hard, using all of your weight to keep him in place.

“What did I just say to you?”

He mumbled something against your hand, repeating the words once you moved it out of the way. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” 

“Just because you didn’t mean to do something doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be punished for it,” you taunted. His eyes snapped to yours at the mention of punishment. “What do you think I should do?”

“Slap me,” he said without an ounce of hesitation. Your eyebrow arched in surprise.

“Is that what you…” you started, trailing off as you realized you were going to ask if that was what he wanted. It would ruin the game you had going on if he admitted that he wanted you to do these things with him, so you rearranged the sentence in your head. “Is that what you think you deserve?”

Seungcheol nodded a little too enthusiastically, going so far as to tilt his head for you to get a better angle for your hand. You hadn’t expected the sound of skin on skin to be quite so loud, nor did you expect your palm to tingle after making contact with his face. You thought you might have gone too far, but with the moan Seungcheol has started to let out before biting back it was clear that he got exactly what he expected.

It wasn’t news to you that Seungcheol had a bit of a pain kink; he had asked you on several occasions to indulge him by pulling on his hair or biting marks into his chest and thighs. Nothing had ever felt quite this physical, though. You added slapping to your mental list of things to bring up in the serious conversation you were going to have after this.

“I’m getting tired and I just want to cum,” you said, feigning a yawn. “I’m going to ride you, but you know this is supposed to be about making me feel good. Promise to be good and let me know when it gets too distracting for you to focus on me?”

Seungcheol nodded. You couldn’t help but notice the reddening hand print you had left on his face.

“I need to hear words, Seungcheol.”

“Y-yes, darling. I promise that this is all about you.”

You leaned down to kiss his cheek and Seungcheol gasped as your lips made contact with the tender skin. “Good.”

One finger hadn’t been enough to prepare you for the stretch of his cock inside of you, but you made do. Inch by inch you sunk down until you hit the base. There you paused, watching the rapid rise and fall of Seungcheol’s chest. He didn’t pull against the bonds holding his arms to the headboard, but his hands were clenched tight into fists.

It didn’t take long for you to find a rhythm that had your head spinning. You leaned back with your hands braced against his tense thighs in order to get an angle that had the tip of his cock kissing your g-spot with every thrust.

“How does that feel, Seungcheol?” you asked breathily.

“Good,” he answered immediately before realizing his mistake. “I mean, I hope it feels good for you.” The strain in his voice made it clear just how much he was holding back.

“Oh it feels wonderful,” you teased. “You know I’ve always loved being stuffed with your cock.” Seungcheol let out a strangled moan; dirty talk was another thing that brought him to his climax fast and you were determined to get him there.

“Fuck! I’m- I’m cumming,” he choked out.

You moved back quickly and watched his cock fall out of you. It twitched against his stomach as his cum oozed out in a few unsatisfying bursts. Seungcheol bemoaned the ruined orgasm and you could have sworn you saw a single tear slip down his cheek.

“I told you that this was about me, didn’t I? You forgot about that and so you had to be punished again.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He flinched as you ran the tips of your fingers along his sensitive member. Despite having just orgasmed, he was already getting hard again under your ministrations.

“I know you are. And that’s why you’re going to sit there and take it while I ride you again, this time until I cum. Isn’t that right?”

“No, I’m too—”

“No? You’re going to tell me no after you promised that you’d do anything to prove that you weren’t going to be selfish anymore? It seems pretty selfish to me that you don’t want me to cum.” You knew that you were at risk of pushing the envelope too far, but you trusted Seungcheol to tell you when lines were being crossed.

“Please,” he finally whimpered. “Use me. Cum on my cock.”

A devious smile crossed your lips “That’s more like it.”

This time around you decided not to play games with him. You actually did want to orgasm soon, so as you bounced up and down on Seungcheol’s dick you used one hand to rub your clit and the other to hold your balance. You climaxed moments later, keeping up your momentum despite feeling like you could barely hold yourself up.

“Cum inside me,” you pleaded, urging Seungcheol into his second orgasm. “I want to be so full of you.”

Your words might as well have been a spell, seeing as Seungcheol immediately did what you asked. You continued riding him through both of your orgasms, falling forward onto his chest once you couldn’t stay upright for even a moment longer. You didn’t want to move, but you made yourself reach up to untie his hands. They wrapped around you a moment later, pulling you as close as you could possibly get. Seungcheol’s cock slipped out of you and you could feel your cunt dripping with his cum, but you decided to take care of that later.

“Is that alright?” you asked, tilting your head to look Seungcheol in the face.

“It was better than anything I could have possibly expected from you, coming back here the way I did. It certainly was better than I deserved.” There was a note of disappointment in his voice, and you knew it was himself he was disappointed in.

He rubbed at his cheek, wincing as he touched the tender skin where your handprint was still outlined. You moved your hand up to join his there and muttered a few words, letting the healing magic flow out of your fingertips. The pain may have been a bonus during sex, but now that you were done you didn’t want it to linger.

“I could have done that myself,” he said.

“I know, but I wanted to do it.”

Once again Seungcheol had both of his arms around you and he squeezed you as if he were afraid to let go. He pressed a chaste kiss to your hairline before speaking.

“We have a lot of talking to do.”

“We do,” you agreed. “But that can wait. Right now I don’t want to think about any of that. I just want to focus on how good it feels to have you back here with me.”

“Well if that’s what you want, then who am I to say no?” he replied with a smile.

You smiled back and snuggled closer, letting your heartbeat fall into rhythm with his own.

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Dungeontober (a D&D themed kinktober event)

You heard it here first, folks. I'm doing a version of kinktober. It won't be a new fic coming out every day (obviously, since I'm posting this announcement on the 2nd) but my goal is to get a fic up every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, leading to a total of 13 fics.

What are the fics, you ask? They are D&D themed smutty one shots featuring the members of Seventeen as different D&D classes. This announcement post will double as a masterlist (assuming I remember to update it) so be sure to check back here for ones you might have missed.

I'm not picking specific kinks to go with each fic so it's not really kinktober, but this is my blog and I do what I want. I also acknowledge that "dungeontober" is probably already a thing but I literally couldn't think of anything else to call it so I'm using it.

Hope y'all enjoy!

Tuesday 3rd - paladin!Seungcheol x cleric!reader

Thursday 5th - cleric!Joshua x rogue!reader

Saturday 7th - rogue!Jeonghan x druid!reader

Tuesday 10th - druid!Soonyoung x bard!reader

Thursday 12th - bard!Seungkwan x artificer!reader

Saturday 14th - artificer!Jihoon x ranger!reader

Tuesday 17th - ranger!Seokmin x monk!reader

Thursday 19th - monk!Minghao x fighter!reader

Saturday 21st - fighter!Vernon x wizard!reader

Tuesday 24th - wizard!Jun x barbarian!reader

Thursday 26th - barbarian!Mingyu x sorcerer!reader

Saturday 28th - sorcerer!Wonwoo x warlock!reader

Tuesday 31st - warlock!Chan x paladin!reader

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I Swear to God the Devil Made Me Do It

devil!jeonghan x human!reader, 5.7k words, I'm not sure if there's anything in here that I need to warn for but if there is just let me know and I'll edit the post, I did not mean for this to be my longest fic to date by far but here we are, also I wrote this over the course of three days and did not go back to reread what I had written previously so if there are weird transitions that's why

There was a door to Hell in the back of your closet. While something you were used to now, it was quite the shock when you had first learned about it. The house had sat vacant for months, something that confused you immensely when you were shown the property. The owners before you had been renting it out, but with tenants not lasting more than a few weeks at a time, there was no money coming in from it and therefore they had decided to rent it. You fell in love with the quaint little house the moment you set your eyes on it, and it felt like a steal for how cheaply the previous owners had been asking.

All that to say, there was a nagging voice in the back of your mind that had you thinking that things might have been too good to be true. You hadn’t expected the truth of too good to be true to come to light with an actual Devil walking into your room from your closet the day after you had officially moved into the place.

To say you were scared would be an understatement, and the Devil wasn’t exactly thrilled about the situation either. Your fight or flight response kicked in and well, long story short, if he hadn’t been born with supernatural strength and speed, the knife you had been using to pop open your packed boxes would have gone straight through his sternum. Though you were CPR certified, being stabbed like that was not something a normal human would have been able to come back from.

That was months ago, and now you and the Devil had actually become quite good friends. After the both of you had calmed down enough to talk, he introduced himself as Jeonghan, and he made it very clear that he was just a Devil, not the Devil. You still hadn’t quite grasped the nuances of the hierarchies of Hell, but it didn’t really matter.

He explained why he was so shocked that you could actually see him when he exited the portal - which, by the way, connected directly back to his home in Hell - and that was because he had made a contract with the original owners of the house who knew how long ago. Only those whose name was on the deed could see through any illusions or invisibility charms he put on himself. He had no idea that the house had been sold, so even if any renters had been home when he needed to make his way into the human world, they wouldn’t have been able to see him.

Once it became clear that the two of you didn’t actually care to harm each other, you developed a system where he’d call out to you through the portal before coming through just to make sure it was okay. You could hear him from anywhere in the house, or even outside of it as long as you were still on the property. A yes was a yes and a no was a no, and not hearing from you after asking three times meant that you weren’t home to answer and he was welcome to use the portal as long as he made his way out into the wide world quickly; as comfortable as the two of you had gotten, you weren’t fond of the thought of someone being in your home without you there, even though you trusted him.

The system had served you well, working for both of your needs every time it was used. Most of the time Jeonghan had business in the human world to attend to, but sometimes he just wanted your company - something you didn’t mind indulging in. It was a lovely arrangement the two of you had, but you should have realized that eventually the system would fail you, and that failure happened the first time you brought someone home with you.

The man - you couldn’t even remember his name, though you were pretty sure he had whispered it in your ear while you were dancing together at the club - could barely keep his hands off of you as the two of you practically fell through your front door. You made it to the bed eventually, having stopped every few feet to kiss and grope each other some more.

There you were, reclining on your bed, the man’s tongue in your mouth and a very obvious erection pressing against you, when suddenly he pulled away. You pouted, which only made him laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’m just putting on some mood music,” he assured you as he scrolled through his phone for a moment.

Once the music was chosen and blasting through his phone’s speakers, his mouth and hands were on you again. He rolled his hips against yours, eliciting a moan that he quickly swallowed up with a kiss. The hand gripping your waist slid slowly down your leg until it hit the bare skin of your thigh, only to then slide slowly back up and under the hem of your dress. You let out a shaky sigh as tingles erupted in the pit of your stomach with the anticipation of things to come.

“Well, I hope I’m not interrupting anything too important,” a voice called out just loud enough to be heard over the music.

The man you had brought home bit your lip in surprise before jumping backwards, revealing Jeonghan in all his devilish glory - spiraling horns, leathery wings, and spade-tipped tail. Something seemed different about the way he looked, though it wasn’t just the bored expression on his face that barely concealed a myriad of emotions swirling beneath the surface.

“What the fuck are you?” the man called out, voice betraying equal parts fear and confusion. So that’s what was different about Jeonghan - he didn’t have the lingering glitter of an illusion or invisibility charm that you sometimes caught even though you could see through them. So he wanted the man to see what he really looked like.

Jeonghan didn’t even glance at the man, his eyes staying locked on your own. You couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious under his scrutiny as he took in your flushed face and the dress scrunched dangerously high on your legs.

“What are you doing here?” you questioned, more than a little upset at his sudden intrusion.

“I called for you,” he stated. “Three times. You didn’t answer. Now I see why.”

Without breaking eye contact Jeonghan picked up the man’s phone and shut off the music. The sudden silence made your ears ring. He tossed it to the man who fumbled to catch it. Only then did Jeonghan finally acknowledge him.

“What are you still doing here? Go,” he said impatiently. The man did not need to be told twice. He was out the door without a single glance back, leaving you to stare daggers at Jeonghan who still stood in the doorway of your closet.

“What the fuck, Jeonghan? Why would you do that?” you spat, crossing your arms across your chest in a defiant gesture. Jeonghan advanced further into the room, causing you to skitter backwards what little distance you could as he sat down on the edge of your bed.

“I told you, I called for you three times, and when you didn’t answer I figured that meant I was free to come through. I hadn’t expected to find you here with… well, to find you as I had,” he explained. It made sense, but you weren’t done being mad at him.

“And when you did find me here you thought it would be alright to cockblock me and send my date screaming into the night? Just head off on whatever business you’ve got in this world and leave me alone.” You turned your head to face away from him like a pouting child, but a moment later his hand came to caress your jaw and gently turn you back in his direction.

“Ah, I think my business can wait. I’d rather stay here and help you out,” he replied. His voice had dropped a bit, both in volume and tone, and the combined effect forced a shiver down your spine that you had to work to suppress.

You realized you were staring at his lips just a beat too long after he spoke, and when you looked up to meet his eyes you saw a hint of amusement in them. If you hadn’t already been blushing, you certainly would have been at that point.

“Help me with what?” Your voice had involuntarily gotten quieter to match his.

Jeonghan leaned in slightly and you caught a whiff of his scent. You could never quite pin down what he smelled like, but whatever the otherworldly scent was, it felt comforting. Inviting.

“What was it you accused me of doing? Cockblocking you? Well, after being so rude with that I wouldn’t want to leave you frustrated and alone.” A smirk graced his lips.

Your eyes widened in shock for the briefest of moments before you narrowed them in a glare. He had caught you off guard but you refused to let him have the last word on this.

“And what makes you think I’d want your help with my… frustrations?” you countered.

Jeonghan leaned even closer, tilting his head and stopping just shy of his lips meeting yours. His breath ghosted over your mouth and this time you couldn’t suppress the shiver it caused, though you managed to keep yourself from surging forward and kissing him.

“I’ve heard the way you’ve called out my name as you touched yourself in the middle of the night. I bet it’d sound even sweeter hearing it up close.” Jeonghan’s voice was barely above a whisper, and yet it did things to you that you could have never expected. You subconsciously drew your knees together to hide the wetness that bloomed across your panties in the split second before the embarrassment hit you.

“You could hear me?”

“Every sigh and moan, as long as my name was attached,” he answered.

“Why did you never say anything?”

“I figured if you wanted me bad enough you’d ask rather than using that little black toy you have. But I guess I figured wrong, seeing as you went to some stranger rather than asking me to help. I am sorry for that, by the way. I really didn’t know that you’d be here.”

You shook your head, ready to tell him that you weren’t upset with him for chasing what’s-his-name away, when something else from his statement clicked in your head. You leaned back out of Jeonghan’s reach, his hand that had been cradling your jaw falling to his lap.

“You went snooping around in my stuff when I wasn’t here,” you accused, but he was already shaking his head.

“You left your toy on the nightstand, once. It had been cleaned and everything, but you must have just forgotten to put it completely away.”

“Oh. right.” You remembered that day - coming home late and realizing it had been out in the open all day. You had just assumed that Jeonghan hadn’t come by, since he never mentioned it to you.

“You can tell me to go if you don’t want me here. Just say the word and I’ll leave. But if by chance you want me to stay… well, you could say that as well.”

There was half a second you paused before speaking where you made your decision.

“Jeonghan?”

“Hmm?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

A moment later his lips were on yours. You would have smacked the back of your head into the headboard if not for his left hand coming around to cradle it. His right came to rest on your side, fingers gripping your ribs while his thumb grazed the underside of your breast through the fabric of your dress. Your hands, meanwhile, reached out to grip the fabric of his shirt tightly in your fists. You were probably stretching the fabric, might even rip it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Promise me you’ll tell me if I do something that you don’t like,” Jeonghan said.

“Of course,” you whispered against his mouth before kissing him again, though in the moment you couldn’t think of a single thing you wouldn’t let him do to you.

Jeonghan’s tongue came out of his mouth and caressed your bottom lip. You had asked him once if he had a forked tongue, and he had laughed as if it were so outrageous picture on a being with horns, wings, and a tail. He had a normal tongue, and you winced as it caught on a slight abrasion.

Jeonghan pulled back slightly, only as far as your grip on his shirt would allow, and slid his hand from the back of your head to cup your cheek instead. His thumb pulled gently on your bottom lip to see what the issue was.

“That bastard made you bleed,” he growled.

You hadn’t thought the man had bit you that hard when Jeonghan had made his surprise entrance, but clearly you were wrong. You smoothed out your hands on his chest in an attempt to calm his sudden agitation.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” you assured him. Your words came out the slightest bit wrong due to the slight pressure he had on your lip. “Besides, A little pain isn't necessarily a bad thing.” Something sparked in Jeonghan’s eyes as his pupils dilated.

“Is that so?” He seemed to take your words almost as a challenge, but still waited for you to make the next move.

Figuring this might be your only chance to really surprise him that night, you steeled whatever strength you had and pushed against his chest. Of course if he had seen it coming he wouldn’t have budged against your efforts, but as things were you managed to knock him flat on his back, wings unfurling to avoid being squished. You had to untangle your legs, but a moment later you were straddling his waist and leaning down to catch his mouth in a kiss again. His hands gripped your hips tightly through your scrunched up dress.

Pressed together the way you were, it was hard not to focus on his hard length pressed up against you. It was definitely a lot bigger than the toy you used on yourself and as intimidating as that was, it was also exhilarating. You moaned just at the thought of what he’d feel like inside of you.

“Darling,” Jeonghan drawled. You pulled back slightly to give him room to talk. “As much as I’d love to spend hours on end kissing you, I think we’re both a little too impatient for that. I need to taste you.”

You held back a groan of anticipation. He’d barely even touched you and already your pussy was clenching tight, all from the sound of his voice. All those wasted nights he stayed in Hell listening to you calling out his name as you fucked yourself on a dumb little toy… he should have let himself in. You should have invited him to join you.

The first thing you did was shuck off all your clothes - you didn’t want anything getting in the way. It took a fair bit of maneuvering to get yourself positioned over his waiting face while keeping your feet away from his wings and knees away from his horns, but eventually you got there. Not a second later, Jeonghan’s hands were wrapped around your thighs and pulling you down onto him.

Jeonghan may not have had a forked tongue, but it was most definitely longer than any that had gone down on you before. He moved slowly, teasing you by working the tip up your folds, circling it once or twice around your clit, before trailing back down to play with your entrance.

“So much for being impatient,” you muttered. You could feel Jeonghan smirk against you, the movement making you squirm as it tickled you.

“Am I moving too slow for you, my sweet?”

Before you could even think of answering Jeonghan dove back in to eating you out. His hands held you down so close you were sure he would suffocate, but if he didn’t think that was an issue then who were you to worry about it? Your mind had better things to focus on, like the way his tongue fucked in and out of you at such a rapid pace, the tip of it flicking against your g-spot with every thrust and making you shake. With the distance between your cunt and his face being what it was - that is to say, not very much - his nose bumped against your clit repeatedly. You’d think it was a strange situation, if your brain could come up with any thoughts at all. You were too far gone for that, every fiber of your being focusing on your impending orgasm.

Suddenly the bedsheets weren’t enough for you to hold onto, you needed something sturdier. Your shaking legs made you feel like you’d fall over if you moved even an inch, but somehow you managed to get your hands gripped around Jeonghan’s horns right at the base of each one. They provided the support you had wanted and seemed to be working in Jeonghan’s favor as well. He moaned against you as your hands wrapped around them, the feeling against your cunt being just what you needed to send you over the edge.

You think you called out Jeonghan’s name in your ecstasy, but you couldn’t be sure. His grip on your thighs and your grip on his horns was all that kept you upright as your orgasm ripped through you.

With shaking legs and a heaving chest, Jeonghan had to do most of the work to get you off of him. He tucked you under one arm so that your head was laying on his chest and his hand could run comforting lines up and down your back.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out.

Jeonghan’s chest rumbled beneath you as he chuckled. “That good, huh?”

“I think you’ve masturbating for me, and I’ve given myself some real good orgasms,” you joked.

“And to think, that was just my mouth. You haven’t even experienced what my hands feel like, or my dick.”

“Oh believe me, I’m well aware of that. You’re not going anywhere until I have,” you asserted, earning another chuckle from Jeonghan. “Just… just give me a minute.” Though you ached to feel every part of Jeonghan’s body, you knew moving too fast and too soon would only lead to pain - and not the good kind.

“Take all the time you need,” Jeonghan reassured you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You could have fallen asleep there in the comfort of his arms if not for the brushing of his shirt against your breasts each time you breathed in. You couldn’t believe that he still had a shirt on - not to mention his pants, which you could see out of the corner of your eye were still highly tented. You had to remedy the situation. The instant your hand began to slide across his chest Jeonghan’s eyes opened to watch you.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a playful and curious lilt to his voice.

“You’re wearing too much clothing,” you answered resolutely.

Your hand had made it to the top button of his shirt; it was hard to pop open with just one hand and at the angle you were grabbing from, but you were more than determined. Jeonghan was amused by the whole situation and let you carry on with your plan until his chest and abdomen were fully exposed. It was then that Jeonghan took over, gently placing you down before standing up to pull off all of his clothing.

Everything about him seemed perfectly made to entice you from the slim and sculpted V of his hips framing a neat happy trail to his deliciously thick thighs, and in between them…

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” Jeonghan said with a chuckle.

Your eyes snapped immediately up to his own, face burning with embarrassment. Before you could move to sit up, Jeonghan settled back onto the bed to kneel between your legs. You had to spread them to accommodate his size and as soon as you did his hands came down to rest on the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

When he leaned over to kiss you his cock nestled itself against your core, stretching out over your stomach to show you just how far into you it would reach. Even without seeing it in that moment, you could feel just how unlike a human penis it was. As Jeonghan’s tongue tangled with your own you reached a hand in between the two of you to grab his member, wanting to run your fingertips over the ridges that flared out under the head.

Jeonghan sucked in harshly and bucked against your hand. Feeling encouraged, you stroked with a firmer grip, thumb catching the bead of sticky precum that spilled out. Your other hand tangled in Jeonghan’s hair and pushed his head into the crook of your neck. His hot breath fanned out over your throat before his mouth got to work kissing and biting, presumably leaving marks. You could feel him getting more and more worked up with each passing moment and you felt smug about having such an affect on him. Then all too soon he was pulling away, a shiver working its way through your whole body as the lack of his left you open to the air.

“Fuck, I need to be in you.” His words came out breathy and desperate, the sound of which had you clenching around nothing. Still, you could feel how big he was in your hand and had at least a little bit of common sense.

“I- I don’t think you’re going to fit,” you said with a nervous chuckle.

Jeonghan laced the fingers of one of his hands with your free one while wrapping his other one around the hand you had on his cock. He guided it to pump up and down a few more times before pulling it away.

“You can hold on here,” he said quietly, placing your hands on his shoulders, “and let me know if I need to stop or slow down or anything like that.”

You nodded. He pressed a light kiss to the tip of your nose before finishing his work to get you into the position he wanted you in. Your knees were hooked over the crooks of his elbows and one hand maintained a firm grip on your waist while the other slid across your stomach to make its way to your core. His thumb circled your clit two or three times before he pushed it through your slick folds to tease your hole.

“Is this alright?” he whispered. You let out a whine and nodded, shifting your hips to try and get him to touch you more.

Then his thumb was inside of you, pushing slowly all the way to the hilt only to rest there for a moment before pulling back out and repeating the process. You moaned, the sound making Jeonghan’s cock twitch where it sat on your stomach. He picked up speed, seeming to know exactly the right moment to flex his thumb in order to press against your g-spot every time he could.

“Jeonghan,” you groaned.

“What is it, my darling?” he asked, his voice sweet. It was almost as if he wasn’t teasing you into oblivion, and by extent teasing himself based on how much precum was leaking onto your stomach.

“I want more of you, please,” you begged.

Jeonghan didn’t answer you, but instead just slipped his thumb out, leaving you empty. You were about to complain when suddenly you were being stuffed with two of his fingers, his thumb that was slick with your arousal finding your clit a second later.

“Is that better?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to be able to answer in coherent words. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly and you were sure you’d leave little crescent marks from where your fingernails dug into his skin, but he didn’t seem to mind. All the while your orgasm was building more and more, a tight ball in the pit of your abdomen.

When Jeonghan bent forward, you thought it was to kiss you, but instead he angled his head down in order to bite at your breast. He sucked a few dark red hickeys into your flesh before flicking his tongue against your hardened nipple. One of your hands slid up his neck to tangle in his hair, which he took as encouragement to carry on. A third finger entered your cunt, stretching you out and massaging your g-spot while his thumb continued its diligent work against your clit.

All of a sudden it was too much and you came on his hand with a loud cry. He worked you through your orgasm until the shaking in your legs subsided and only then did he pry himself away from his body. His fingers made their way into his mouth in turn so he could lick your juices off of them one by one.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to kill me,” you said.

Jeonghan let out a bright and clear laugh. “Yeah? Death by orgasm?”

“I can’t think of a better way to go.”

Jeonghan leaned down to kiss you, propping his body up on one forearm so as not to completely crush you. With his free hand he pumped his cock a few times, not that he needed any extra stimulation - he was still hard as a rock. Sufficiently satisfied with your lips he then leaned back so he was sitting on his heels once more before shifting your legs to be over his shoulders instead of his arms. The head of his cock teased your hole, barely poking in and out. Even having been stretched by three of his fingers you knew it would be a tight fit. You’d never wanted anything more in your life.

“Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to make you feel like you have to do anything you’ll regret,” Jeonghan asked. As much as you loved how concerned he was for you, at this moment it was just wearing down your already thin patience.

“Right now the only thing I’ll regret is ever letting you into my bed unless you fuck me right now, Jeonghan,” you insisted. Sure, he’d already given you two mind-shattering orgasms and ordinarily that would be more than enough, but you knew that you could not go to bed that night feeling happy with how your day went until you had felt his thick cock in your cunt.

“Well, my sweet, if that’s how you feel then who am I to deny you what you want?”

With a hand on either side of your head to hold himself up, you could see almost every inch of the man - the Devil - before you, except of course the parts of his chest that were covered by your legs. His wings flared out behind him, blocking much of the light in the room, and you could feel his tail wrap itself around one of your thighs. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but it put just enough pressure that you were aware of its presence.

He rolled his hips hesitantly, pushing into you. Instinctively you clenched every muscle you could and Jeonghan let out a groan in response.

“Darling, you have to relax. Let yourself get used to my size first,” Jeonghan said through clenched teeth. Trying to hold back was clearly a tremendous effort on his part.

You nodded and took a few deep breaths, willing your body to loosen up. Once Jeonghan deemed you ready, he resumed his efforts. He would slide his cock in an inch or so, then pull back so that only the tip stayed inside, then repeat the process. He made it a little bit further each time and built up a rhythm that your body got used to quickly, even if it took a little bit longer to adjust to how thick and long he was.

Snaking a hand in between your bodies, you pressed a finger to your clit, rubbing it just enough to provide a distraction from the uncomfortable stretch your cunt was dealing with. That helped more than you thought it would as the wetter you got the easier it was for Jeonghan to continue his movements. After several minutes of this Jeonghan suddenly stopped. You opened your eyes to find that he had sheathed himself fully without you noticing. Your hand left your clit and instead traced its way up your abdomen along the swollen bulge where his cock filled you up.

“I know you want me to get on with the fucking, but I just have to check in with you one more time. How are you doing?”

You leaned up as far as you could in order to kiss Jeonghan’s plush lips, barely managing to hold back a moan as the action caused him to shift ever so slightly inside of you.

“I’m being doted upon by the most handsome being I’ve ever laid my eyes on and whose cock is currently filling me to the brim. How could I be doing anything less than amazing?” you teased, all to see that beautiful smile of his again. You kissed him one more time before laying back and telling Jeonghan to continue on.

It hurt at first. Quite a lot, actually. The extra ridges that lined his cock caught at your walls and while you were sure that would feel wonderful in a little while, for the moment it was a bit too much when added onto the sheer size of him. Seeing your discomfort, Jeonghan began to talk to you, whispering sweet nothings and encouraging words in between his breathy moans of pleasure. You couldn’t quite catch most of what he said, but it was comforting to you nonetheless. He shifted his hands so that he was holding yours against the bed.

And then suddenly the pleasure became more than the pain and you found yourself in the throes of passion once more. Jeonghan picked up speed which increased the friction of his cock against your walls. He was no longer pulling all the way out to the tip and then moving all the way back in - that would take far too much time and hip control. At the speed he was thrusting it was easiest to move just a few inches at a time, and the inches he settled with had the hard ridges of his cock pressing hard against your g-spot with every movement.

It was hard to hold back your impending third orgasm of the night, but you managed to do it. You knew that once you gave yourself over to it you would be too sensitive to do anything else, and you wanted Jeonghan to be able to use you for his own pleasure just a little bit longer. He had made you feel incredible already, so it was only fair that you return the favor.

“Sweetheart, I’m not going to last much longer,” Jeonghan gasped. His eyes were closed tight with the effort of holding back, almost as if he were attempting the same thing you were. “Please, Jeonghan, I want you to cum inside me,” you pleaded.

As if he were waiting for your express permission he did just that. After a few more thrusts he pulled out so that just the tip of his cock remained inside you. You could feel him painting your walls white, the sensation finally loosening you up enough to send you spiraling into your third orgasm. Once he was done, Jeonghan surprised you by pushing his entire length back until he was snug inside you once more. Then he collapsed on top of you, knocking the wind out of your lungs before rolling over so that he was on his back and you were on his chest.

“Why did it take so long for us to do that?” he asked before pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Maybe because you’re an idiot who heard me moaning out his name on several occasions and decided not to make a move,” you countered, though the tone was light and not meant to seriously insult him.

“Darling, you could have invited me to join you at any point.”

“Yes, but I didn’t have the confirmation that you were into me, but you knew the opposite was true.”

“Hmm, I suppose so.”

“Besides, if I’d have asked you outright then I wouldn’t have gotten to see your jealous side which, let’s face it, is very hot.”

Jeonghan’s arms tightened around your body. You looked up to find him staring down at you.

“You’re not planning to invite anyone else into your bed just to see me jealous again, are you?” he asked, eyes narrowed.

You let out a laugh and pressed a few reassuring kisses along his jawline.

“Of course not, Jeonghan. Even in my thoughts I don’t think anyone else would compare to what you could do to me. Now that I know how well you’ll treat me in bed, I won’t hesitate to call for you through the portal before I start touching myself.” Your words put a self-satisfied grin on Jeonghan’s face.

“You know, it’s not just in bed that I’ll treat you well. I’d give you the world if you’d ask it of me,” he whispered.

“Oh yeah? And how exactly would a Devil-human relationship work? Sounds a little complicated to me,” you answered. You didn’t intend to be contrary, in fact you liked the idea of being more than just fuck buddies with Jeonghan very much, but sometimes there was more to consider than just your feelings when making a decision.

“Complicated, sure, but nothing I wouldn’t mind figuring out if it meant being with you,” he admitted.

You snuggled closer to Jeonghan’s chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath you.

“No, I wouldn’t mind that either.”

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Hot To Go!

yunjin x reader, 1.1k words, sorry for going MIA for like a month and a half I've been busy working on my novel that releases next week, hopefully after all that's died down I can work on more fun and pressure-free stuff like this

Working overnight shifts at the 24-hour diner you worked at wouldn’t be so bad if they’d stop sticking you with the outdoor tables. On top of the hot and humid summer night making you feel like a melting candle, the uneven pavement made it ten times harder to move around in the ridiculous roller skates they made the servers wear. Sure they were cute and matched the yellow vintage-looking mini dress that completed the uniform, but you’d rolled your ankles more than once checking on patrons and once you even witnessed your coworker accidentally spill a pitcher of water all over herself as her feet rolled out from under her.

Being a Saturday night with clear skies, you certainly had your work cut out for you for the majority of your shift. Things dropped off significantly around 3 in the morning, and now that it was just past 5am, the diner was nearly empty. You had one more group sitting in your section and with any luck it’d be your last seeing as your shift was over at 6.

Five girls sat around the table enjoying a loud and laughter filled night. They stumbled in around 2am, and it was clear from the way they were dressed that they had come from a fancy party or other similar event. They were all beautiful, but the one sitting closest to the door you used to enter and exit the patio area caught your eye. She wore a sparkly blue strapless dress and you were pretty sure her friends had referred to her as Yunjin.

“Alright, here’s the check you guys asked for. Anything else I can get for you?” you said as you skated back over to their table. You had to make a conscious effort not to stare at Yunjin, though your eyes were drawn to her as she spoke up. Thankfully she was too busy filling out the check to see the way your face reddened as you looked at her.

“No thank you, and here, you can put this on my card.” Her fingers grazed yours as she handed it to you and you could swear that her touch was electric. Still trying to avoid eye contact, you instead looked at her dazzling smile when she looked up at you.

Feeling ridiculous, your shook yourself out of your stupor and assured her that you’d be right back with her card before skating back to the diner door, moving with extra caution to avoid tripping and falling. That would be just your luck - embarrassing yourself royally just because a pretty girl looked at you and touched your hand.

You were only gone a few minutes running the card through the register, but when you returned only Yunjin was at the table; the other four girls were nowhere to be seen.

“Your friends ditch you after you paid for them?” you said, hoping your light hearted tone would make it clear you were joking.

Yunjin looked up from her phone and chuckled. “They’re waiting in the car.”

You nodded and handed her back her card. Even after it was put away in her bag, the both of you seemed to linger a moment, hesitating for some unknown reason. Yunjin was the one to break the silence.

“Would it be forward of me to ask what time your shift ends? And if it’s not too forward… would it be okay for me to come back then?” Even in the low light of the patio you could see her cheeks tinged pink, probably matching your own.

You shook your head as you checked your watch. “I’ve got about half an hour until I can get out of here, and I’d love to see you then.”

“Great,” Yunjin said with a sigh, seeming to have been holding her breath.

With a little half wave she excused herself to go drive her friends home, turning back to look at you for a moment when she reached the end of the patio. It was only once she was out of sight that you let out your breath. The next half an hour could not pass quickly enough.

Luckily for you, no one else came in and you were able to change out of your uniform and clock out from your shift on time - a few minutes early, even. That was how, at precisely 6:15am, you ended up two buildings over in a dark but surprisingly clean alleyway with your pants and underwear around your ankles and Yunjin’s face between your legs.

After what felt like eons of her eating you out like you were the last meal she was ever going to get, Yunjin pulled her mouth away from your cunt. Her lips glistened in the dim light and you were tempted to make a joke about how heavy she was breathing, but all you could do was gasp as her thumb began rubbing small circles on your clit.

“I’m not usually one to ask out a random pretty girl I see, but I’m so glad I did this time,” she whispered. You couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh.

“You know, I can’t say that I disagree with that.”

And then her tongue was on you again, tracing lines through your folds before teasing your hole with its tip - all the while her thumb was still working its magic on your clit. It only took a few more minutes before you were reaching your climax. You felt bad for how hard your hands were gripped in Yunjin’s hair, but with how tightly your whole body clenched before release you weren’t sure you could stop yourself.

Once you had ridden out your high against her face, Yunjin gently pulled your clothing back up before standing, taking a moment to adjust her dress before looking around a bit.

“Are you alright?” you asked.

“I’m just looking for something to clean my mouth,” she answered with a sheepish giggle. How she could still be shy after giving you that great of an orgasm, you didn’t know.

“Here, let me get it,” you offered. You pulled her over to you, but instead of using your sleeve to clean her off like she expected, you just pulled her into a kiss. It was odd tasting yourself on someone else’s lips, but you had wanted to kiss her so badly that you didn’t mind.

This time you were both breathing heavily when you pulled apart. You attempted to take a little bit of control in the situation, sliding your hand over the curve of her ass and playing with the hem that had ridden up. Then suddenly all of Yunjin’s weight was pressing you against the wall, her thigh coming up to put pressure against your now clothed but still sensitive core.

“You know, I don’t think I’m quite done with my meal yet,” she started, a sly grin on her face. “Do you think I could take it to go?”

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2YL

college friend!chan x reader, 4k words, public sex but in a secluded area, look I’m using a title for my fic that’s by a band other than fall out boy lol I’m letting you guys know a little more about my taste in music

It had been years since you’d last seen Chan - half a decade, if your math was correct - and yet the moment your eyes met from across the room it was as if it’d been a week at most since you were last in each other’s arms. His breath smelled like cheap beer but his smile was so bright and his eyes shone in the flashing party lights so you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Since when are you back in town?” he asked, speaking a little too loudly in your ear in an attempt to make sure you heard him over the music.

“Just this morning,” you replied in the same manner. “Vernon invited me to stay at his new place for a few days, and the sentimentality got to me enough that I said yes even though he doesn’t even have a couch for me to sleep on.”

Chan let out a laugh, loud and clear and beautiful. You felt your heart seize in your chest for a moment; you hadn’t realized just how much you missed that sound until you were able to hear it again.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t talked in the years since you graduated college and moved to the other side of the country, it just hadn’t been often, especially as of late. You tried to remember the last time you had a real conversation with Chan that was more than just sending memes to each other, but nothing came to mind. That was a mistake you never intended to make again.

“So is Vernon here with you?” Chan asked. You shrugged and the action brought you even closer to him, which you wouldn’t have thought possible given all the places your bodies were connected, arms holding each other close while the two of you swayed slightly to the music as you spoke.

“I mean he brought me here, but disappeared almost as soon as we walked in the room.”

You breathed in deeply, closing your eyes and letting the scent of Chan’s cologne take over your senses. It was the same kind he wore back when you first met him all those years ago and you couldn’t help the pang of nostalgia that hit your heart and made you ache in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Hey, why don’t we step outside and catch up?” you suggest. Chan agreed readily and led you through the crowd, holding your hand tightly in his own so as to not lose you.

One hallway, two floors of stairs, and an apartment building lobby later, you were out in the night. You had barely been at the party for half an hour before running into Chan, but already the fresh air was a wonderful shock to your system after being in the stuffy room. Your ears were ringing as they got used to the quiet after the loud room, but the two of you seemed content just to sit on the curb in silence for a while.

You snapped out of the semi-trance you found yourself in when Chan shifted next to you. He shrugged his jacket off and before you could protest it was around your shoulders. You settled into its warmth instantly and then a moment later you settled against Chan’s side. Your chin came to rest on his shoulder while you wrapped both your arms around one of his, fingers on all three hands fidgeting.

“So what have you been up to lately?” you asked. You made sure to keep your voice soft so as to not disturb the peaceful night.

Chan shrugged, careful not to disturb you where you leaned against him.

“You know, just more of the same. Making music, trying to hit it big just like every other self-made artist in this city. Played a couple gigs over the summer, but nothing much going on since then.”

“That’s fair,” you answered, not sure what else to say. 

“What about you? Anything new going on?”

“I might be getting a promotion,” you admitted.

“What?” Chan pulled away, not far enough to break contact with you, but just enough that he could look you in the eyes. “Why didn’t you say anything about that before? That’s great news!”

“Well, I didn’t want to jinx it. It’s not set in stone, but it’s looking pretty good that I’m the top candidate for the position.”

“Of course you are, you’re amazing,” he insisted. You felt yourself blush under his gaze and showering of compliments. “Let’s go do something to celebrate.”

A moment later you were on your feet, one hand holding Chan’s and the other clutching the front of his jacket in order to keep it from falling off of you.

“Chan, where are we going?” you asked with a laugh.

The only answer you got was him telling you to wait and be patient. You knew you weren’t going to get anything else out of him so you contented yourself with following as he led you through the city streets to your destination. You took a moment to text Vernon and let him know you had left the party with Chan while you were waiting for a crosswalk light to change, but other than that your attention was fully on the man in front of you. Eventually he led you to a tall building, pulling out a card from his wallet that he scanned in order to get you to the front door.

“Chan, where are we?” you asked, whispering. The lights were all off, but you weren’t certain that you two were alone in the building. He waited until the two of you were sequestered in the elevator before answering.

“My friend works for the music label that owns this building. I did some songwriting for an artist of theirs a few weeks back so they gave me this keycard to come and go as I pleased. I was going to return it, but now I’m glad I didn’t.”

“I still think we’re going to get in trouble for this! Even with the keycard, it feels like breaking and entering.”

Chan looked over at you, a soft smile on his face. “We’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow, yeah? Tonight I just want you to be in the moment with me.”

You took a deep breath to try and calm your frazzled nerves before nodding. Then the elevator doors opened not to a regular floor of the building, but to a rooftop deck. You stepped out hesitantly with Chan right behind you. He stepped over to flip a switch, and a moment later you were marveling at the scene laid out in front of you.

Four long couches were set up in a square around a firepit, their sleek white design screaming corporate modern though the seating parts of them still looked comfortable enough. Rows of string lights crisscrossed overhead to keep the area lit in a warm yellow glow. The further you stepped forward, the more you could see of the city sprawled out ahead.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed out.

“Yeah,” Chan agreed softly, but when you turned to face him, he wasn’t looking out at the view. He was looking at you.

Once again you found yourself blushing. You didn’t know what had come over you - through all the years of being friends with Chan, he had never had this effect on you before. Sure, he’d always been handsome, but that wasn’t enough to set off the butterflies in your stomach the way you were feeling now. It was the way he looked at you, like he had never seen anyone so beautiful and he never wanted to look away.

“Come sit down, your feet are probably aching from all the walking,” Chan said, taking you by the hand once more and leading you over to one of the couches.

You hesitated for a moment when you first sat next to him before throwing caution to the wind and snuggling into his side. Chan’s arm moved almost instinctively to wrap around you, bringing you even closer. You pulled your feet up to tuck under you, only a little worried about having your shoes on the fabric seat. The heeled booties you picked out for the night were a pain to get on and off with all the laces and you didn’t feel like dealing with that just then.

“Do you ever think—” you started.

“What are you—” Chan said at the same time. “Sorry, you go ahead.”

“No, it’s fine. What were you going to say?” you insisted. The question you had been about to ask was a personal one, maybe too personal to ask even as close a friend as Chan when you’d drifted apart the way you two had, and the ulterior motives that came along with it were probably a bad idea.

“I just wanted to know if you had any plans for tomorrow.”

“I don’t think so, why?”

“I was thinking maybe you and I could go out and do something. That’d be selfish of me to ask, though. You came all this way to visit Vernon, and here I am stealing you away from him.”

You let out a light chuckle. “Chan, you’re my friend, too. I’m sure Vernon doesn’t care that I want to spend time with you. I spent all day with him today, I’m sure he can spare me for a few hours tomorrow. What did you have in mind?”

“Nothing in particular, really. We could get food - there’s this place near my apartment that does half price drinks on Sundays for brunch.”

“That sounds nice, I’d love to go to brunch with you.”

You were hoping the silence that settled over the two of you would last a bit longer, but then Chan began speaking again.

“Hey, what were you going to say before?”

You waved your hand dismissively. “Oh, it was nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“No, tell me. I want to know.”

A moment later your hand was in Chan’s, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of it. With a sigh, you gave in to his insistence.

“I was just wondering if you’ve ever thought about moving out of this city. I know you came here for the music scene, but people make music everywhere. You don’t have to stay here to do what you love.” You wanted to look away, but the way Chan’s eyes sparkled under the string lights had you utterly captivated.

“And where would I go?”

Chan’s voice was low and sweet and made you want to answer with something right away, but the words you wanted to say most stuck in your throat. There was no way you could bring up your suggestion completely out of the blue. So instead of answering Chan’s question with words, you half rose from your seat so you could lean in and kiss him.

His lips molded to yours instantly, warm and soft. You left the hand that was holding his where it was, but your other one came up to hold onto his shoulder. You needed the leverage to be able to swing your leg around to straddle him.

How had you never thought of kissing Chan before? If you’d known it would make you feel like you were floating among the stars that twinkled overhead, you’d have done it years ago. Or maybe it was a good thing you didn’t - absence makes the heart grow fonder as they say, and maybe spending so many years apart was the push your heart needed to realize how you felt about Chan.

“Is this okay?” he mumbled against your mouth as his hand slid down your side to rest on your hip.

“More than okay, Channie,” you replied before sticking your tongue in his mouth to pull him into a deeper kiss.

You pushed yourself impossibly closer to the man underneath you and in response he let out a low groan - now that was a sound you had to hear again. You rolled your hips once, twice, three times, only coming to a halt when Chan’s firm grip kept you from doing it again.

“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to want to stop,” he warned. His voice sounded thick like he was holding something back.

Pressing a peck to his cheek, you leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Who said anything about stopping? I was thinking we might go all night.”

And just like that, Chan had both of his hands on your hips but instead of keeping you from grinding down on him, he was holding you there so that he could buck up against you. You gasped, feeling just how hard he’d become underneath you. He wore a simple pair of joggers and you had on a thin pair of linen pants, so there wasn’t much between your already dripping core and his thick cock. You tried to keep kissing him, but with everything going on below your waist, you were a bit distracted.

Some time later - it was impossible to tell just how long, it could have been minutes just as easily as it could have been an hour - you pulled away. Chan’s hands immediately stilled, a confused look gracing his features as he waited for you to make the next move. With a smile you kissed the tip of his nose before wiggling out of his grasp and dropping to your knees in front of him.

“Oh, you don’t have to… you know…” Chan said, face turning red as he struggled to put to words what was going on. You couldn’t help but laugh at how awkward he had gotten.

“I know I don’t have to,” you started, reaching for the waistband of his pants, “but I really want to. Unless you don’t want me to?”

Chan spluttered for a moment, almost choking on his next words. “Oh, please, do what you want. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t doing things just because you felt obligated.”

“You’re so sweet, Channie.”

And then you were pulling down his pants and his boxers to let his cock spring out. You bit your lip to keep from drooling; it was even bigger than you had expected and you couldn’t wait to feel it stretch you out. You had to wait, however, as your mouth was closer and wanting to feel the weight of him just as badly as your cunt.

Chan let out a deep groan as you trailed the tip of your tongue along the vein that ran the length of the underside of his cock, pressing a sloppy kiss to the head once you got there. You licked up and down his length a few more times before taking the tip of his cock into your mouth and bobbing up and down a few times. A moment later you realized what felt off about the moment and moved one of his hands so that it was resting on the back of your head instead of on his thigh. The other one, somehow, was still holding tightly onto yours.

“Fuck, how are you so good at this?”

You couldn’t think of a snarky comeback, but it didn’t matter as your mouth was preoccupied anyway. Chan took over the rhythm of your movement, pushing your head down again and again until you were nearly gagging from his cock hitting the back of your throat. It was a bit overwhelming, but at the same time it only made your panties wetter. A minute later though, you squeezed Chan’s hand to let him know you had to come up for air.

Chan moved his hand to cup your face and he ran his thumb absentmindedly across your bottom lip as he let you catch your breath. It was a cute moment not at all marred by the fact that his eyes were glued to your heaving chest. You glanced down, catching sight of your very erect nipples and remembering that you hadn’t bothered to wear a bra since it would have been visible due to the deep neckline of your shirt. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you slowly slid your shirt out of the way so your breasts would be completely visible while taking Chan’s thumb into your mouth the way you had just had his cock.

“I won’t stop you if you want to keep going as you were, but right now I want nothing more than for you to be riding me.”

You pulled your mouth off of Chan’s thumb with a pop. “Well, when you put it like that…”

Pants and panties discarded, you were more than willing to sit on Chan’s cock as it was, but being the gentleman that he was, Chan insisted on using his fingers to prepare you first. You wanted to complain but found that you couldn’t once the pads of his fingers started rubbing against your g-spot; his thumb found your clit but stayed immobile. Well, as immobile as it could be with the way your hips bucked involuntarily.

“Channie,” you whined, leading him to let out an airy laugh.

Peppering your face with little kisses to appease you, Chan kept at his ministrations for a moment longer before sliding his fingers out of you. While he was distracted wiping his hand clean on his boxers, you took the opportunity to line his cock up and sink onto it. As much as you had wanted to get straight to things, you were glad Chan had taken the time to use his fingers because he was thick.

“A little impatient, are we?” he asked with a smirk. He had to hold back a groan as you started to slowly slide yourself up and down his shaft.

“When it comes to you? Definitely. I can’t believe college me was stupid enough to overlook you for all those years,” you answered.

Chan pulled you in for another deep kiss, one hand cradling the back of your head with a tenderness that almost seemed too soft for the moment. His other hand was on your thigh, gripping tighter the faster you moved. When your mouths finally broke apart, Chan threw his head back, leaving his neck open for you to kiss and bite and suck on. You hoped to leave a garden of hickeys for him to see the next morning.

“You know, we’re still young. Plenty of time to make up for what we missed out on.” Chan’s voice was strained and you could tell he was getting close. You sped up, riding him as fast as you could in an effort to get him to his climax. Your thighs burned with the effort but the way the head of his cock nudged your g-spot over and over again had you seeing stars.

“Yeah? Gonna fuck me like this every weekend?” Your words came out much the same as Chan’s - it seemed like you were both holding back until the other orgasmed first. He suppressed a shiver as your breath ghosted over his throat.

“Every day if you’d let me,” Chan countered. You let out a peal of laughter that was interrupted by a gasp as Chan repositioned himself in order to slide into you even deeper. You’d never felt so full; you were sure that if he were able to go any further his cock would be kissing your cervix.

“And what about dates? Are you going to take me out on the town?” At this point you weren’t even sure if your words were coming out coherently, but Chan seemed to understand what you were asking.

“As if I wouldn’t take every opportunity to show you off. We’ll go to museums and concerts and… and…”

“And what, Channie?”

“And I need you to tell me where I’m cumming because I’m not going to last more than another minute,” he admitted.

You slammed yourself down hard on Chan’s cock, keeping still as you clenched around him. “I want you to fill me up,” you whispered.

Not even thirty seconds later, he was doing just that. His hand slid up your thigh in order to reach your clit; from the second his thumb made contact he was rubbing harsh circles in an attempt to get you to your climax. Luckily you were already close. You reached your peak before Chan finished painting the inside of your cunt white.

You laid against his chest for a couple of minutes, Chan’s arms looping themselves around your back. The two of you were breathing much too hard to speak for a good while. Once your heart stopped beating like a jackhammer inside of your chest, you slowly peeled yourself out of Chan’s embrace. You grabbed your panties and pulled them on immediately, hating the squelching feeling but not wanting to cause a mess on the couch. You somehow managed to get nothing more than sweat on the fabric, something you counted yourself lucky for.

“We should, uh, probably get going,” you suggested.

Your words spurred Chan into action and soon enough the two of you were as put together as you could be and heading back out of the building.

“I really hope they don’t have cameras on the roof,” you said with a nervous chuckle.

Chan hummed in response. “You know, you still didn’t answer my question.”

“And what question would that be?” you asked, knowing full well what the question was.

“If I were to move away from the city, where do you think I should go?”

Your eyes stayed trained on the ground as you walked, but with your hand in his Chan was easily able to swing you around so that you were facing each other.

“I mean, I always see advertisements for open apartments around where I live…” you finally answered. Despite having just rode this man’s cock into oblivion, facing Chan and telling him you wished he lived closer to you felt like the most intimate thing you’d ever had to do.

Chan considered his response for a moment. “That would make it easier to fulfill my promise of taking you out on dates and fucking you every day,” he said finally.

He couldn’t help but smile at the blush that crept up your neck, taking a moment to kiss your forehead and then your lips once more before the two of you resumed walking.

“I hope Vernon doesn’t mind me using the spare key he gave me. There’s no way I’m letting you sleep alone tonight.”

“So what, you’re gonna snuggle up on the couch with me? I’m not sure there’s gonna be that much room.”

“That just means I’ll have to hold you close,” Chan said, pulling you in as he spoke. “Though I’m starting to think we might not make it to brunch tomorrow.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, we’re probably going to want to sleep in after staying up so late tonight. Then we’ve got to pencil in time to stop by my place so I can change my clothes, and once I’m naked there’s a non-zero chance you’ll want to jump my bones again,” he explained.

“Channie!” you squealed in protest, nudging your shoulder up against him. He wasn’t wrong though - you probably would want to have sex with him again the second you saw him naked.

“Then there’s the time consuming task of researching apartments. The sooner I get to that, the sooner I can get moving.”

“You’re really gonna look into moving out by me? I must be a better fuck than I thought,” you joked. He let out that bright, beautiful laugh again.

“I mean, you weren’t wrong about me not having to stay here in order to pursue music. A change might be just the thing I need, especially if that change means I get to be close to you again.”

The two of you walked on in silence. It wasn’t until you were back at Vernon’s apartment about to open the door that you spoke up.

“Hey, you know what I just realized? There’s this place around the corner from where I live that my friend works at, and I’m pretty sure they do half price drinks for brunch. I’d love to take you sometime.”

Chan paused in the doorway, flashing you his beautiful smile.

“I’d love nothing more than to go to brunch with you.”

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So Good Right Now

gamer!bf!jisung x reader, 1k words, a short sequel to saturday, this is specifically for @romynochill and @mysweethannie because they left really nice comments on the first part that made me very happy

The words you dreaded most flashed across the screen: YOU HAVE DIED.

“No, no, no,” you whined, knowing what was coming next.

“What’s the matter, baby? I thought you were good at this game, but you keep dying,” your boyfriend, Jisung, teased. His breath was hot on the back of your ear.

“Jiji, I can’t.” You tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he held you to him easily.

“Color?” he asked.

You paused for a moment before answering with a quiet but sure, “Green.”

Jisung pressed a quick kiss to your neck before doing the thing you were dreading, which also happened to be the thing you had just given him permission to do: turn up the setting on the vibrator that he had pressed against your clit.

That was the game the two of you had set up for the day. It had started out as just cockwarming while playing video games together, something the two of you had done a few times over the course of the few weeks you had been together, but then Jisung had suggested the added stake of the vibrator. It had started off on the lowest setting, barely a buzz, but every time you died in the game, Jisung turned it up. The higher the setting the more distracting it was, and the more distracting it was the more you died, so the little machine was already nearing its highest setting. The set up had already worked you through three orgasms, and now thanks to your masochistic nature, you were nearing a fourth.

You dropped the controller, not even caring about the way the plastic smacked against your knee on its way to the floor. The only thing you could focus on was the rhythmic pulsing that the vibrator sent through your already aching clit.

“Gonna cum for me already?” Jisung asked. He pressed another kiss just behind your ear. “You know, it’s pretty hard for me to hold this straight when you’re twitching and moving around like that. It’d be a shame if it slipped away right before you were able to…”

“No!” you cried, your hand moving from the armrest of the chair to grip Jisung’s wrist. Overstimulation was one thing, but to get you all worked up almost to the point of tears just to ruin your orgasm at the last moment? There was no way you were letting Jisung move that vibrator off of you.

Then all of a sudden your climax was washing over you and the sensations that weren’t enough were now too much. It took Jisung a moment to realize you had switched from holding his hand steady to trying to push it away, but eventually he got the memo and put the vibrator to the side.

Neither of you made any move to separate for a while. You weren’t sure your legs would be able to keep you standing in their jelly-like state and Jisung was content with letting you lay in his arms while you came down from your high. Once your breathing settled, Jisung gently lifted you up so his cock was no longer inside of you. Though you were completely satisfied with the sex you’d had, you couldn’t help but bemoan the fact that you were no longer full of him.

You stumbled over to your mattress, which still sat on the floor with no bed frame, before flopping onto it face first. As much as you wanted to stay like that, you had to breathe, so you shifted your head just in time to catch sight of your boyfriend changing into a clean pair of underwear and pants. The ones he had been wearing were quite soaked thanks to your overworked vagina.

“Well, I’m glad you landed on this sweatshirt so you’re not dripping all over your sheets. You couldn’t clean yourself up before getting into bed?” Jisung jokingly chastised.

Your lips turned down in a slight pout. “You’re the reason I’m like this, you should have to clean me up yourself.”

Jisung pretended to consider your words for a minute before answering you. “You make a good point. I’ll get on that right away.”

Everything was fine when Jisung’s hand landed on the back of your thigh, but you couldn’t help but flinch when the soft towel came into contact with your still sensitive core. Jisung apologized with each wipe, doing his best not to be too rough with you. Once you were clean she slipped a fresh pair of panties onto you, grabbing the sweatshirt you soiled in the process so you didn’t end up dirtying yourself again.

“You didn’t get to cum,” you said, pushing yourself up onto your elbows so that Jisung could hear your revelation.

He shrugged. “I still had a really good time, in case you couldn’t tell. Seeing you get all worked up like that just from me touching you? Nothing’s better than that.”

“Technically it was the vibrator touching me, not you,” you pointed out as Jisung slid under the covers to lay next to you. You moved to snuggle him, but he wiggled just out of reach.

“Well I guess that means you don’t need me to touch you now,” he threatened, though there was a wide smile on his face. He chuckled at your protest, calling you cute and pulling you into a tight embrace. You were both on your sides facing each other with your arms and legs tangled together.

“I love you, you know that?” you said. Or at least you tried to - your stomach decided that it was the exact right moment for it to growl loudly. You groaned and tried to move your hands up to cover your reddening face, but Jisung caught them before you could hide away from him, taking a moment to pepper your face with kisses.

“I love you too.” Then, a moment later he added, “Do you wanna get dinner soon? We can order some take out so we won’t have to leave the apartment.”

“Hmm, I’m not quite ready yet,” you answered despite your protesting stomach. “I think I want to stay right where I am for a little bit longer.”

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Saturday

gamer!jisung x reader, 2.6k words, spot the sequel bait

Saturdays were supposed to be your lazy days, the kind where you stay in your pajamas all day, eat leftovers for lunch and take out for dinner, and do nothing more mentally or emotionally taxing than play video games with your online friends.

This Saturday was different.

Sana, your childhood best friend and roommate, decided that she wanted to throw a party to celebrate the advent of summer. Of course, she had never thrown a party before despite having gone to so many, so your help was enlisted to make sure everything ran smoothly.

“I only invited, like, ten people, and each of them is only going to bring one or two of their friends,” she explained as she loaded bag after bag of chips into the shopping cart. You looked at her, eyebrows raised.

“Sana, you do realized that adds up to around thirty people coming over, right? Where are they all going to fit?”

“Our living room and kitchen are big enough to hang out in. Plus we’ve got the balcony!” She pulled the cart further down the aisle towards the pretzels, causing you to stumble as you had been leaning on it.

“What about the fact that we only have one bathroom?”

At this comment she paused. “Well, we’ll just hope for the best with that.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “This is going to be an expensive trip. We haven’t even grabbed any alcohol yet, plus you said you wanted to get some pizzas.”

“Mina said she’s gonna stand at the door and collect $10 from everyone as they walk in,” Sana explained. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to pay.”

“Gee, thanks.”

The rest of the morning and much of the afternoon passed in a blur as you helped her set everything up. At one point you recieved a plethora of Discord pings, your usual gaming friends SpearB, CB97, and J.ONE wondering where you were. You merely responded that you were busy, resolving to tell them all about the horrors of throwing a party later.

Then the guests began arriving. You knew a few of Sana’s friends - Mina, who did as promised and collected the entry fee from everyone, as well as a couple of others like Nayeon and Jeongyeon. For every person you recognized, however, there were at least three you didn’t. You were pretty certain more than thirty people showed up, but that was none of your business.

You hung back in the kitchen where only a bit of the party spilled over. Most of the people were only there to grab a second, third, or fourth drink from the coolers set up on the counter. You were still on your first, some cheap cider that you weren’t quite fond of, but it was better than the other stuff Sana had bought.

“Excuse me, can I grab a drink from behind you?” A voice pulled you from your thoughts. A familiar voice. You looked at the guy who had spoken to you as you shifted out of his way.

He was taller than you, though not by more than two or three inches. His messy hair was dyed a blueish grey and he had the kind of cheeks that grandmothers would love to pinch as they told their grandkids how much they’d grown. You’d never seen him before, and yet you knew that voice…

“J.ONE?” you said, voice raising as if it were a question though you knew with 99% certainty who you were talking to.

“Do I… know you?” he asked back, clearly confused.

“Of course you know me, I kicked your ass in TFT just last night,” you scoffed. Realization dawned on his face.

“Hiraeth? Oh my god, what are you doing here?” He called you by your gamertag the same way you did with him. You suddenly realized that despite knowing him for two years, you never exchanged your real names.

You told him what to call you before explaining that this was your apartment.

“This is your party?” He was right to be skeptical; if you were the kind of person who threw parties, chances were that you wouldn’t be online with him and your other friends every weekend and most of the weekdays, too. “I’m Jisung, by the way.”

“It’s my roommate’s party, technically. I’ve been helping her prep for it all day, which is why I couldn’t get on to play earlier.”

Jisung nodded. “That’s fair. My friend Hyunjin invited me to tag along, and since we didn’t have the full crew to do anything tonight I figured why not? Kinda regretting it though, since parties are totally not my scene. Though I did get to meet you in person, so that’s pretty cool.”

“Wanna take a break from this? We can go do something back in my room,” you offered. Jisung accepted gratefully.

Your room was what you liked to call an ‘organized mess’. Sure, there were piles of clothes all over the ground, but you knew which ones were clean and which ones needed to be washed, and there were only two empty cups on your desk. Jisung stepped into the room as you locked the door behind the two of you. The last thing you wanted was for a couple of drunk party goers to think they could use your room to hook up. It also provided you with a mental barrier, letting you pretend there was nothing going on outside of this space.

“You don’t have a bedframe,” Jisung commented. You followed his gaze over to where your mattress was on the ground.

“Yeah, my old one broke a few weeks ago when I threw myself onto it too hard, and I just haven’t gotten around to replacing it,” you explained.

“Right. Well, at least you’ve got a nice battlestation. Why don’t we boot something up?” He immediately made himself at home in your gaming chair, pulling up your library of games.

“Let me see if I can snag a chair from the living room.” Jisung caught your wrist as you went to move past.

“Oh, don’t bother. You can just sit on my lap. Probably more comfortable than those wooden things you’ve got out there.”

“If you insist,” you said with a chuckle.

Jisung was right - his lap was much more careful than the chairs you and Sana had pulled off the side of the road to furnish your apartment. Almost too comfortable, you thought as you settled against him so that his chest was flush with your back. You found it odd to be so comfortable with him so quickly. You had been friends for a couple of years, but this was still the first time you had met in person.

“Yo, is this that game that SpearB was talking about the other day? How’d you get early access?” The game in question was some experimental horror game that had originally been an indie project before being bought and redeveloped by a bigger company.

“Honestly, they just emailed me and asked if I wanted the early access in exchange for giving feedback. I guess they saw how many hours I have on their other titles and figured I’d be their target audience.”

“That is so cool.”

“You wanna play? You can start a fresh save. I’ve already got a couple hours on it so you won’t have to worry about spoiling me on the content.”

Jisung did not have to be told twice. A minute later his arms were wrapped around you in order to reach the controller, his head propped up on your shoulder. It would have been a cute, intimate moment if not for the fact that he was so engrossed in the game that he didn’t even seem to realize the two of you were technically cuddling.

You, on the other hand, were more than aware, especially thanks to the growing erection you could feel against your tailbone. It had to have been a reflex caused by the friction of how you were sitting, nothing more, but it still sent your mind racing. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined what it’d be like to fool around with a few of your online friends, mostly Jisung thanks to his smooth honey-like voice, and now that you’ve seen just how attractive he was, well, there was nothing stopping you from pulling him over to your bed and fucking him right then and there.

Nothing except the video game, of course.

“Shit,” he cursed as he died again. The harshness of the sound and the way his breath caressed the shell of your ear sent a shiver down your spine.

“You want me to do this boss? It’s like, weirdly hard despite being the first one in the game. It took me like six tries to finally kill the thing,” you offered.

Jisung handed you the controller, his hands hovering in the air for a moment as he tried to figure out where to put them when your chair didn’t have armrests. You gently guided them to rest on your thighs and Jisung swallowed hard.

“This is what you gotta do…” you proceeded to walk him through the combos that you discovered worked best against the boss and in no time at all, you beat him. You looked over your shoulder at Jisung, waiting for him to react.

“Would it be out of place for me to say that it’s really fucking hot watching you kick ass at this game?” His voice was a little unsteady, and you figured it had something to do with the throbbing erection that still poked at your backside.

“Only if you don’t do anything about it,” you retorted.

A moment later you were shifted to be sitting perpendicular to Jisung so that he could get his mouth on yours, the lingering taste of the cheap beer flavoring the kiss. One hand ran gently up your spine and came to rest on the back of your neck while the other gripped your hip as if he were holding on for dear life. You smiled at the thought that you had riled him up so much.

Unable to hold yourself back any longer, you pushed his hand from your hip to your crotch, sliding it underneath the waistband of your leggings and hoping he’d get the hint. He hesitated briefly before pushing past your underwear as well until his fingertips came into contact with your already dripping cunt. You both moaned at the contact.

“Glad I’m not the only one insanely turned on right now.”

Your mouths stayed glued together the entire time as he pumped first one finger and then two in and out of your hole. He wasn’t able to pull out very far thanks to the restriction of your underwear, but that just meant he was incentivized to push his long fingers further in, making you whimper as they brushed against your g-spot. Then his thumb found your clit and you were cumming hard. Jisung slipped his fingers out of your pants as you came down from your high and popped his sticky fingers in his mouth.

“I’ve got condoms in the drawer of my nightstand,” you breathed out, chest heaving from the effort of your climax.

Without responding, Jisung stood with you in his arms and crossed the room to your bed. He placed you down gently, leaving you to strip yourself of your clothes while he did the same with his own. Your hand immediately found his cock as soon as it was free, pumping it a few times while he went in search of the condoms you mentioned.

“There’s, uh… there’s a lot more in here than just condoms,” he said, blushing at the contents of the drawer.

You rolled your eyes. “So I’ve got a few toys, big deal. Now, are you going to come down here and fuck me or am I going to have to use one of them while you watch?”

Jisung’s cock twitched in your hand. “We might have to circle back to that idea later,” he admitted.

You laid back on the bed as Jisung rolled the condom down his length and positioned himself at your entrance. His tip poked you a few times, but he didn’t move to go any further.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, reaching up to take his face in your hand and turn it so he was looking at you. A nervous blush crept across his cheeks.

“Um… would you mind being on top? At least for now. I think I’d feel more comfortable with that.”

Of course you wouldn’t deny his request. As he settled back where you had been laying, you reminded him that he could tell you to stop at any point. He made sure you knew the same applied to you.

Jisung’s cock was like his fingers - long and slim and hitting you in all the right places. From his place lying back he grabbed at your tits as you rode him, fingers grazing your nipples before they were out of reach again.

“Sit up,” you gasped. You wanted to kiss him when he did so, but his movement caused the angle of how he was inside you and you had to adjust to that first. Jisung whispered in your ear, though what he said was lost completely as your mind focused on the reverberation of his voice. It had your slick pooling out of you.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he growled as you clenched around him. “Can I flip us over?”

“Be my guest.” You weren’t even sure if your words came out the way they were supposed to, but Jisung got the message.

As soon as you were on your back he was thrusting harder and faster than you had been able to move when you were on top. You instructed Jisung to open his mouth and though he was confused, he did as you asked. His eyes widened as you slipped two fingers in to wet them with his spit before sliding them down your body to rub harsh circles on your clit.

It was the squeezing that resulted from your orgasm that finally sent Jisung over the edge. You felt the warmth of his cum even through the condom and it made you wonder what it would feel like spilling down the back of your throat. You were about to ask what he thought about round two when he interrupted you.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“What?” It was just about the only thing he could have said that would have shocked you as much as it did.

Jisung peeled himself off of you and moved to dispose of the used condom. “It’s just that, well, I’ve been saying for the better part of a year that if I ever met you in person that I’d ask you. I just never imagined the question would come after we did.”

You chuckled at his joke. “And what will the boys think of us dating?”

“Honestly? They’d say it’s about fucking time. I’ve been pining over you for ages and they’ve made it clear that they’d much rather deal with the two of us doing mushy couple things than hear me sigh wistfully after you leave the voice call again.”

“You’re such a dweeb,” you said with a smile, pulling him down for a kiss. “Luckily for you, dweebs are just my type.”

“Is that a yes?” he asked. You nodded and pressed closer to him, deepening the kiss. The two of you were now kneeling, you on the mattress and him on the floor, limbs tangling around each other.

“Why don’t you hop on now to tell them the great news? It is a Saturday night so chances are they’re on. It’ll be really funny for you to pop into chat under my name.”

“Hmm, I think it can wait a bit. I think my naked girlfriend deserves my attention more than they do.”

“What if I suck your dick from underneath the desk while you do it?”

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I’m Like a Lawyer with the Way I’m Always Trying to Get You Off

work rival!minho x reader, 3k words, one bed trope, minho’s a bit of a perv but the reader’s kinda into it

Working for one of the largest law firms in the city wasn’t always all it was cracked up to be - the work you did may have been emotionally rewarding when things went the way you wanted them to, but there were still the long hours of wading through bureaucratic bullshit to get those results. On top of that, it was a much more social job than you had expected. At least you got along with your coworkers, or most of them anyway.

The best part of working at your particular job was that it dealt with many clients not necessarily from the city you were based in, so several times a year you got to take an all expenses paid trip as part of your job in order to meet with said clients.

Normally you would be over the moon to be put on one of these jobs, and while you were still excited to travel, you couldn’t help but be upset by the fact that you had been partnered with your least favorite coworker, the one and only Lee Minho. The two of you had joined the firm around the same time and were often given similar cases to work on, so it was no surprise that the two of you quickly became the fiercest of rivals, often trying to outdo each other.

Luckily you hadn’t had to sit anywhere near each other on the flight to your destination, but the troubles began when you arrived at your hotel, tired from the trip and wanting nothing more than to sink into your bed so you could wake up well rested the next morning.

“What do you mean, you’ve put us in the same room?” Minho shouted at the receptionist. You wished he wouldn’t take it out on the worker who was only doing their job and told him as much, but you could still understand his frustration.

“I’m sorry, but this was the only accommodation we had left when your employer called to make the reservation. We don’t have any other rooms opening up for several days,” the receptionist explained. You didn’t know how they managed to keep their cool - if Minho came yelling at you the way he was, you wouldn’t hesitate to snap back at him.

“There has to be something you can do,” he insisted.

“Weren’t you listening, you idiot? There aren’t any other rooms. Come on, I’m tired, and I would rather go to bed instead of arguing about things that can’t be changed,” you said with a yawn, thanking the receptionist before turning and walking off without waiting to see if Minho was following.

Your stuff was already put to the side and your pajamas on your body when Minho finally graced you with his presence once more. You had no idea what took him so long and you didn’t care. You were in the bathroom doing your nighttime skin routine when he came in, but you could hear him clear as day as he threw his stuff down and let out a groan.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he said.

“What’s wrong now?” you called out, not wanting to deal with his bullshit for longer than necessary. Your hands paused their ministrations when his head popped out in the doorway.

“There’s supposed to be a second bed,” he asserted, a look on his face revealing that he thought you were the stupid one in this situation.

You rolled your eyes, turning your head so he’d be able to see. “The couch pulls out to be the second bed. Honestly, do you even listen to people when they talk?”

Thankfully Minho didn’t even bother responding to what you had said and instead just walked back to the room to do whatever it is he wanted to do. When you finally left the bathroom, you found him struggling with the pull out portion of the couch. He was even grunting with the effort of it, something you found wholly unnecessary.

“Oh, move over,” you said, nudging him out of the way with your hip.

“You’re not going to be able to get it. It’s stuck.”

As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. There was no way to unfold the second bed out of the couch. After a quick investigation, you found one of the metal bars to be bent in such a way that it made the whole piece immobile.

“I’m going to call the front desk. Maybe they have a maintenance worker who can come fix it or something,” Minho said, moving to the phone on the nightstand. You rushed over and quickly placed your hand on top of his, keeping him from lifting the receiver.

“Minho. It is nearly midnight. I’m not waiting for some maintenance worker to come up and fix this before going to bed. We can deal with it tomorrow.” You tried your best to keep your voice even, but in your near-exhausted state you couldn't help but let some of your frustration through.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor,” he asserted.

“Then sleep in the fucking bed with me!” You threw your hands up in the air and turned away from Minho, nearly missing the shocked look on his face. “It’s a queen size, we’ll both fit for the night. Tomorrow we can get the couch fixed, alright?”

It wasn’t the best situation to be in, but you were ready to accept any compromise at that point if it meant Minho would shut his mouth and you could close your eyes. Without another word you climbed into bed, making a show of pulling the covers over you as you snuggled into the pillows on your chosen side.

Minho let out a heavy sigh. “Fine. Whatever.” He moved over to where his bag had been tossed and started pulling his clothes off.

“Um, what are you doing?” you asked once his shirt was off and he began undoing his belt. “Can’t you get changed in the bathroom?”

“You’d still see me like this even if I took my clothes off out of sight,” he answered. “I normally sleep naked. You’re lucky I have some sense of decency and I’m keeping my boxers on.”

And what a pair of boxers they were. Boxer briefs, to be specific, a black pair that hugged his hips and thighs, outlining every curve of muscle and… other features. Was he always so fit? How had you not noticed before? You peeked at him through your eyelashes as he walked around to the other side of the bed, hoping he’d think your eyes were closed.

“Besides, you’re not much better, parading around in your underwear. Why is it okay for you to do that but not me?” he questioned as he slid under the covers.

“I’m wearing shorts!” you protested. They were small ones that barely covered more than the panties you left off when you slept, but you weren’t about to let him win any sort of argument. And the sports bra you had on held your breasts firmly out of his view.

“That’s a very liberal use of the word for what you’ve got on, but it doesn’t even matter. Can you just shut the light off already?”

You wanted to respond that you were the one who had been waiting for him, but decided to pick your battles. The need for rest overruled the need to get under Minho’s skin, and soon you were lulled into a dreamless sleep despite the distracting sound of Minho’s deep breaths just feet away from where you were.

Something was different when you woke up in the dark a few hours later. It took you a minute to register what it was, but once you heard it you couldn’t forget it - Minho’s breathing had changed. Before falling asleep they had been long, slow, and deep, but now they were much more shallow and sharp, interrupted every few seconds by a slight gasp and once by a deep moan he had to stifle, probably by biting his lip.

Oh.

You had no idea how to react. Even once you’d resigned yourself to the fate of having to share a bed with Minho, you were completely caught off guard by the fact that you had woken up to him touching himself next to you. Your mind raced with ideas of what to do, settling on the decision to do nothing and pretend you were still sleeping.

“I know you’re awake,” he whispered, the calming of his breathing giving you the idea that he’d stilled his hand. So much for your plan.

“Did you have to do this in the bed? You couldn’t at the very least go to the bathroom?” you questioned, though your words didn’t have the bite they normally did.

“Then I wouldn’t be able to see you.”

Your eyes snapped open at his admission, meeting his gaze immediately. You must have flipped while sleeping to face the middle of the bed. Even in the dim light from the moon shining through the gap in the curtains you could see the aroused blush that spread across his face, highlighting the cocky grin he had.

“You’re a fucking pervert, Minho.” The covers fell from your torso as you sat up, the cool air sending a chill racing across your skin.

“You say that like your eyes weren’t glued to my bulge when you saw me in my boxers earlier,” he countered. Now it was your turn to blush. “Besides, I’m not as bad as you make me out to be. My hand stayed outside my boxers the whole time. I just needed a little friction to work me through the distraction so I could go to sleep, promise.”

You eyed him suspiciously. “You really think I’m hot enough to keep you up at night?” He nodded. “Please tell me this isn’t one of those cliche moments where you tell me you’ve been in love with me since we met.”

Minho let out a mean-hearted chuckle. “Oh, god, no. You’re the most annoying coworker I’ve ever had to deal with, but I do think you’re fucking gorgeous. That’s something I’ll admit to having thought since we met.”

Something about the way he complimented you had heat pooling in the pit of your stomach. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought him insanely attractive as well, but you weren’t crazy enough to masturbate while sharing a bed with him.

“So what now?” you asked, not willing to put into words even in your mind what you hoped he was going to say.

“I could go into the bathroom and fix my issue while you settle back into bed, then the two of us could pretend this never happened.”

“Or?” you prompted, sensing there was more he wanted to say.

“Or you could help me out by fulfilling my perverted little dreams.”

It wasn’t quite what you wanted, but you loved negotiating.

“So what, you want me to give you a blowjob and call it done? Don’t I deserve to get something out of the deal?”

That cocky grin was back. You wanted to smack it off his face, or kiss it off. Either way would work.

“Oh, I could definitely give you something in return.”

His hand touched your arm almost tentatively like he still expected you to run, but when you showed no signs of stopping him he pulled you over to him so that you were hovering over his crotch and your mouth could meet his.

Minho was a fantastic kisser, setting up a steady rhythm of nipping your lips with his teeth and licking into your mouth. His hands slid down to rest on your hips while yours found the hard muscle of his chest.

Then, without warning, he pulled you down so your core landed directly on his clothed member, forcing you to let out an involuntary gasp. He laughed in response, the sound coming out hot on your cheek.

“You did that on purpose, you asshole.”

“Of course I did.”

Wanting to even the score and catch him unaware, you shoved him down onto his back, staying seated above him so you could grind down on him. An almost pornographic moan slipped through his lips, spurring you to continue the motion. A curse escaped your mouth as your clit caught on the tip of his cock, the now soaked layers of clothing between you two both a blessing and a curse as it added to the friction.

Then suddenly you were on your back, Minho pinning your hands on either side of your head while his lips and tongue traced patterns along the column of your neck and his hips bucked against yours. He moved quickly at first, but then seemed to come up with a better idea.

Moving your arms so that he could pin them both above your head with just one hand holding your wrist, he then used his free hand to pull the waistband of his boxers down, freeing his erection and letting it slap against his stomach.

“Careful there, you look like you’re about to start drooling,” he joked.

“Just shut up and fuck me,” you groaned.

“Shh, princess. We’ll get there.” Princess? Where did that pet name come from, and why did it have you clenching around nothing?

You didn’t have time to question it out loud, as Minho’s thumb began to rub tight circles over your clit through your shorts. A moment later his thumb was replaced with the tip of his cock. He slid it through your folds as if there wasn’t a fabric boundary there at all, taking his time to tease your most sensitive part before bringing it back down. He pressed into you, the shorts keeping him from making anything but the most shallow thrusts that barely allowed his tip into you.

“Minho, please.”

You hated how you whined, sure that he was going to tease you for it, but instead Minho just adjusted his position so that he didn’t have to guide his cock with his hand. It came up to cup your cheek, thumb grazing your bottom lip.

“Let me have my fun. I promise I’ll take care of you.” You nodded, trusting this soft side of him you’d never seen before.

From his new position he could rut against you, letting his member catch against you for a moment before springing free. It kept from forming a steady rhythm, something that would have helped you climax faster. Your only consolation seemed to be the fact that Minho was teasing himself as well, if his labored breathing and leaking cock were anything to go off of. At this point you weren’t sure if your panties were saturated from your arousal or his.

“Minho, please, I need you.” Your squirming was making it hard for any purchase to be made, a fact that finally pushed Minho to give in.

“Fuck, princess, okay.”

He let go of you completely and sat back on his knees in order to pull your shorts off, throwing them somewhere else in the room. They were soon followed by his boxers. With tingling hands from being held down for so long, you took the moment to pull your sports bra off, leaving you fully bared beneath Minho.

“Can you hold your legs open for me?” he asked. You obliged immediately, leaving Minho to groan as he saw your cunt already dripping with excitement.

His mouth was on yours again before anything else so he was able to swallow your gasp when he finally pushed his cock inside of you. It wasn’t so big that it hurt, but with your only prep having been some grinding, it was definitely a bit of a stretch. You struggled to keep your legs held open as the head hit your g-spot over and over; Minho clocked this and pulled your legs over his shoulders so your arms could flop back onto the bed and pull at the sheets.

“I’m going to be honest here,” Minho groaned in your ear, “I’m not going to last much longer. Can I come inside you?”

You nodded for a moment before realizing he probably couldn’t see you in the position you were in. “Ye- yes.”

Moments later he was filling you up, the warm and sticky substance coating the inside of your cunt entirely. You could only begrudge the fact that he came first for a moment before he was pulling out of you and sliding down your body, his mouth on you before a single drop could leak out of you.

“Fuck!” you cried out as his tongue buried itself as far into you as it could go while his nose nudged against your throbbing clit. You didn’t think it was possible to be even more turned on than you already were, but something about the fact that Minho was eating his own cum out of you seemed to do the trick. He had your legs shaking in over a minute.

Your hands found their way into his hair to tug sharply on it, though whether you were trying to pull him closer or push him away, even you couldn’t tell. Moments later you hit your peak. If Minho’s face hadn’t already been drenched in your juices, it certainly would have been then. He continued to lick at you, stopping to suck on your clit until you cried out that it was too much.

At that moment, seeing him look up at you from between your legs with eyes full of lust and awe, you couldn’t help yourself. You pulled him up so that you could kiss him, tasting the both of you on your tongue as the mess spread all over your face.

“I told you I’d take care of you,” he whispered against your lips.

After another kiss you answered, “You’re lucky that I really do need my sleep, otherwise I’d be back on that cock in a minute. You better be ready to put it to good use again tomorrow.”

You could feel him smile from the way his face moved against yours. “I guess we don’t have to call for maintenance about that couch.”

[practicingsmut]

Heartbreak Feels So Good

wonwoo x reader, 3.4k words, reader gets cheated on (not by wonwoo)

You knew you never should have gone to the party. You weren’t one for partying in general, hadn’t been since college, but you had a few friends who were still into the scene, plus your boyfriend went out occasionally with his friends. That was the reason who finally agreed to go out with your friends this one time - you knew your boyfriend would be there and thought it would be fun to surprise him. He was always surprising you with flowers and gifts at the most random times, so it was time to return the favor.

Your outfit was everything he liked best on you: an old band tee you had cropped, a tight miniskirt you could barely bend over while wearing, red thigh highs to match the logo on the tee, and chunky ankle boots that were sure to kill your feet later but looked damn good. You completed the semi-grunge look with winged eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man, your favorite lipstick, and a fair bit of jewelry including your most recent gift, a necklace with your boyfriend’s name and the day you started dating on it.

All of your friends were similarly dressed and made sure to get a plethora of pictures to commemorate the night since you rarely ever went out with them in this way. Then, it was off to the party.

It was loud and crowded, which you expected, and yet somehow it still caught you off guard. Your friends scattered almost immediately, though at least one of them had the decency to shove a cup of something alcoholic into your hand before disappearing into the crowd. It didn’t taste good, per se, but it was certainly better than anything you had the misfortune of drinking in college, so that had to count for something.

The house was also a major improvement from the tiny basements and dorm rooms you frequented in your early 20s. It was three stories tall with speakers in almost every room to keep the party going no matter what room you were in, plus a finished basement with both a ping pong table and a pool table.

You found yourself wandering from room to room looking for your boyfriend, catching glimpses of the friends who brought you here and there as you went. Most of your drink stayed in your cup as you didn’t want to risk getting drunk and somehow ruining the surprise you had planned.

Not in the basement, not on the first floor, not on the second floor. There was only one more floor to go, and it was the least populated place in the house. You got the vibe that this was where people went to hook up or smoke a joint, so you didn’t really expect to find your boyfriend there, but you figured you’d cover your bases before starting over from square one.

Just as you were about to ascend the stairs to the top floor of the house, you had to take a step back to avoid getting slammed into as someone came rushing down them. It was a girl, hair a mess and makeup smudged as she held her shirt in front of her otherwise exposed chest. You wanted to immediately assume the worst of the situation until a man in an even further state of undress came running down after her, clad in only boxers with the rest of his clothes nowhere to be seen. He threw an arm around her shoulder and asked if she was alright, and she nodded. It was then that he saw you, and you recognized who this man was.

Your boyfriend.

“What—” you started, only to be interrupted by a third figure coming down the stairs. Thankfully this one was fully dressed, though he was pissed. You couldn’t make out all of the words that came out in his rage, but you managed to catch words like cheater and bitch among the threats of what he would do if the two of them didn’t leave immediately. So that’s what happened.

“Baby, it’s not what it looks like,” your boyfriend managed to get out before you took your cup and upended it over his head.

“Go to hell.” Without waiting for him to react you turned on your heel and stormed off, the small crowd that had gathered parting before you. Somehow you ended up on a balcony and despite the cold night air, you found yourself grateful for the solitude. There were some people scattered below around a firepit, but from the second floor the distance was enough.

One deep breath was all you managed before the tears started welling up in your eyes. You bit your bottom lip, focusing on the pain to keep the tears at bay. You had been through several breakups before and had never once cried over a man, and you weren’t about to start now. Granted, you had never been cheated on before, but that didn’t make a difference. You wouldn’t let it make a difference.

Eventually you managed to calm down. You knew you should find your friends, let at least one of them know what had happened before you headed home, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. So instead you just sat there staring off into the middle distance until someone joined you on the balcony.

“Are you alright?” It was a voice you didn’t recognize, so you turned to see the man who had been screaming at your boyfriend and the girl he had been caught with. The other person who had been cheated on at this party.

“I guess I’m about as alright as you are,” you answered bitterly.

“Yeah, that’s fair. Here, I got you something to drink. You’ve been out here for a while, so I figured you might be thirsty.” You eyed the liquid in the cup suspiciously. “It’s just lemonade. I can get you something stronger if you’d like.”

“No, this is fine. Thanks.” The drink went down hard and bitter. How fitting for the moment. “No offense, but what are you doing here?”

The man shrugged. “I don’t really know. I would want a friend to check in on me.”

“Are we friends now? Was that enough of a bonding experience? I don’t even know your name.”

A small smile crossed his face in response to your joke. “I’m Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo. The name sounded familiar, and you dimly remembered a couple of your friends gushing about how hot he was after seeing him at the last party they went to. Their description had not done the man justice - he was gorgeous with his strong jaw and beautiful brown eyes looking at you from behind his glasses. You could have continued to stare, but instead you just told him your name and let a silence elapse over the two of you for a little while.

“So, what are your plans for the rest of the night?” he eventually asked.

“I’m not sure. Partying isn’t really my thing, and I only came here to surprise my boyfriend and maybe get fucked, and you see how well that went. I should have specified to the universe that I wanted to be physically fucked and not emotionally.”

Wonwoo let out a low chuckle. “Well, the night is still young. I’ll fuck you if you still want to check that off your to do list.”

“What?” you asked, whirling around to face him. Whereas you had been leaning out over the balcony railing to stare at the stars, Wonwoo was lounging in one of the chairs, legs spread and a hand tucked behind his neck to support his head.

“You definitely do not have to say yes. I just figured, you know, they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, and if we fuck each other we’d be killing two birds with one stone.”

You stood there like a deer in headlights for a long moment. It was a crazy idea. The craziest idea you’d ever heard, maybe. Could you really let yourself fuck someone else an hour after you found out your boyfriend was cheating on you?

Yes. Yes you could.

“Fuck it,” you muttered before striding forward and inviting yourself to sit on Wonwoo’s lap. He took the action in stride, one hand immediately coming to rest on your hip while the other slid up the back of your neck to tangle in your hair. Your hands held onto either side of his face as you brought your lips to his.

He tasted like bitter lemonade with something sweet undercutting the flavor, like he had mixed in a lot of extra sugar. It was addictive, and you found yourself pushing your tongue into his mouth immediately.

“You’re really not wasting any time, are you?” he asked with a smile as you pulled back to adjust your position to be straddling him. He took off his glasses and put them on the table to keep them out of the way.

“Why would I?” you answered, and then your mouth was on him again.

Wonwoo was warm, a welcoming contrast to the cold air. His hands started out on your thighs, playing a bit with the elastic on your thigh highs before sliding up. One stopped to rest on your ass where it peeked out from under your miniskirt while the other made its way under your top.

“Fuck,” he muttered, bucking his hips up at the exact moment you started to grind yours onto him. There were far too many layers between the two of you, but you willed yourself to be patient. You had the whole night ahead of you and no one waiting for you at home so you could afford to take your time with Wonwoo.

You pulled back, smirking at the way your lipstick was smudged across his lips and wondering what it would look like elsewhere.

You were on your knees with his belt unbuckled before he even registered what was going on. It took him a moment to get with the program, but soon enough his pants had been shuffled down enough for his cock to be on full display before you. You shouldn’t have been surprised by its length given that the man was at least six feet tall, but it still made you pause.

“Like what you see?”

You looked to see him grinning down at you and you made sure to keep eye contact as you licked a thick stripe from base to tip with the flat of your tongue before sucking as much of it into your mouth as you could. Wonwoo groaned and gripped the arms of his chair so tight that his fingers were white. As you bobbed your head a bit you pried one of his hands up and placed it on your head, hoping that he’d get the memo.

He most certainly did. Wonwoo was the only man you’d ever met who somehow managed to be gentle while shoving your mouth down onto his cock. Maybe it was the way his fingers were laced through your hair instead of tugging on it, or maybe it was the words of encouragement that slipped out of his mouth amid the gasps and groans. Either way, it had a puddle pooling in your pants at the thought of how he’d act if his cock was buried in your cunt instead of your mouth.

As much as you liked being teasing while sucking dick, you found yourself enjoying the way he seemed to just be using your mouth to get off. Normally you’d pull away right when you thought your boyfriend was getting close, give little kitten licks on the tip as you slowly stroked the base, but Wonwoo was leaving no room for any of that. His cock repeatedly hit the back of your throat and you found yourself grateful for those embarrassing early college days where your roommate taught you how to suppress your gag reflex for this exact activity.

Then all too soon it was over and you were yanked off of his cock. You couldn’t help but bemoan the fact that you hadn’t gotten him to cum in your mouth, but you couldn’t be too sad as you watched him grab a condom out of his wallet. He didn’t slide it onto his swollen and, to your enjoyment, lipstick-stained erection just yet, just placing it on the table for ease of access later.

“Stand up and turn around,” Wonwoo ordered. His voice was deep and raspy and had you doing exactly what he wanted. A moment later he was behind you, pushing you forward until your hands came to rest on the balcony railing.

He didn’t move your underwear to the side or pull it down like you expected. Instead he ran his fingertips over your core through the already soaked fabric, toying with you. He pushed at your entrance as far as your panties allowed before sliding up and rubbing circles around your clit.

“Stop playing with me,” you said, ending the sentence with a gasp as he pinched the bud. You may have loved to tease, but you hated being on the other end of it.

“You gotta be more specific. What do you want me to do?” Wonwoo asked nonchalantly as he continued to slide his fingers over your clothed core.

“I want to feel your fingers,” you groaned.

“Where?”

“Inside my cunt, and… and around my throat.”

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

You wanted to make a retort, to say something witty and sarcastic, but any ideas of what to say were wiped from your mind as Wonwoo yanked down your underwear and moved his hand around to reach you from the front. Two thick fingers slid into you immediately. They stretched you out while still moving with ease thanks to how wet you were. His cock was hard where it pressed into your ass. Then Wonwoo’s other hand came to rest on your throat, putting pressure on it but not squeezing.

Stars danced before your eyes from the pleasure of it all. You were certain that the people at the firepit below could hear you moaning, could see you getting fucked if they were to look up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Something sharp was stuck between your collarbone and the side of Wonwoo’s hand. It was just distracting enough to pull you out of the moment.

“My necklace,” you choked out between moans. Wonwoo was relentless as he fingered you, his thumb pressing hard into your clit while he stretched you out.

“What about it?” he groaned, clearly holding back from doing what he really wanted until you were ready. You could only imagine how much his cock was leaking against your ass.

“I want it gone.”

“I can’t really get the clasp off with one hand, and the other is a little busy. Unless you want me to stop what I’m doing.”

“No!” You cringed at how desperate you sounded, but Wonwoo just let out a light laugh. “Just… just break it,” you insisted.

After making sure that you meant what you said, Wonwoo did just that. He held the broken chain in front of you, the light from the fire below glinting off of the metal charm.

“I take it that’s the bastard’s name?” Wonwoo asked. You nodded, unable to speak as he brought you closer and closer to your climax. “Good riddance.”

And just like that, the necklace was gone, dropped and ready to be forgotten in the dirt where it landed below. Moments later you came, Wonwoo’s name the only thing coming out of your mouth. You chanted it like a mantra as he helped work you through your orgasm.

When he pulled away you couldn’t help but shiver. Your thighs were coated in your slick and the cool air felt icy against it. There was no way your socks weren’t ruined, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Condom on, Wonwoo lined himself up at your entrance only to hesitate.

“Are you sure you want this?” he questioned. You cursed inwardly. You barely knew the man, yet you couldn’t be surprised at how he could be sadistically dominating you one second just to act like the perfect gentleman the next.

“Wonwoo, if you don’t shove your cock in me right now, I’m going to go find someone who will and make you watch.”

It was a baseless threat, as high as you were on adrenaline and lust you weren’t the kind of person to find a second stranger to fuck you in the same night, but Wonwoo wasn’t about to take that chance.

He moved as slow as he dared, wanting to appease both of your desires while also being careful not to hurt you. Taking matters into your own hand, you threw your hips back until he bottomed out. You were glad that he was able to keep his balance, sure that with your shaky knees and unstable shoes you would have fallen flat on your ass had he not been there.

“Holy shit,” he moaned, sliding out almost all the way just to push himself back into you quickly enough that you were shoved forward into the railing. “You’re taking all of me so well, it’s like your pussy was made for my cock.”

As absurd as it was, you had to agree. Your walls clung to him as he fucked you, managing to hit your g-spot on almost every thrust. One of his hands held you steady on your hip while the other slid up your body to pinch your nipple through the fabric of your bra. You hoped he was close because there was no way you could hold off your approaching orgasm for long.

Wonwoo wanted to dirty talk, it was one of his favorite parts of sex, but words were as impossible for him as they were for you as he fucked you. He was barely able to remember that your enjoyment was just as important as his what with how quickly he was reaching his climax. Luckily he was doing just fine in making you feel good, though you did slip a hand between your legs to play with your clit just for something a little extra.

It was the right move, as minutes later he stilled inside you and even though the condom you could feel his cock spurting. You finished a moment later, knees buckling as you hit your second orgasm for the night. Wonwoo caught your hand and held it against your hip until the two of you calmed down.

Despite being completely satisfied with what had happened, you couldn’t help but be disappointed with the emptiness he left behind when he pulled out. You leaned against the railing to balance yourself as you pulled your panties back up, cringing at the feeling but knowing that no amount of paper towels would be able to clean you up enough to be comfortable in that moment.

You caught sight of Wonwoo just as he was putting his glasses on, pants already zipped up and condom disposed of in the little trash can in the corner of the balcony. An unexpected laugh bubbled its way out of your throat.

“What’s so funny?” he asked with a laugh.

“Honestly? I don’t know,” you replied. “My boyfriend cheated on me and then I fucked a complete stranger to get over him.”

“When you put it that way, you’re right. It’s not funny.” And yet Wonwoo was laughing too. “You know, we don’t have to keep being strangers. Give me your phone number and we’ll find some time to hang out.”

“Yeah? You just wanna fuck me again,” you said playfully.

“Oh for sure, but also we could just hang out. Most of my friends were through my girlfriend and now that that’s done…” he let his words trail off and scratched bashfully at his chin.

“You know what? I think I like you, Wonwoo. Whether it’s to fuck or to hang out, don’t hesitate to give me a call.”

You may have lost a boyfriend, but gained a friend - and a couple of really good orgasms to boot, with the promise of more in the future. As much as it sucked originally, you couldn’t really complain about how the night turned out.

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Hold Me Tight or Don’t

ex!seungcheol x reader, 2.7k words, mostly smut with a dash of angst and a pinch of fluff

“Seungcheol, I can’t do this.” Your words came out half muttered and half whined, influenced by the way Seungcheol had his mouth moving against your neck.

You genuinely couldn't recall how you ended up in this situation. You had come over to his place to pick up the last box of items you had left behind when Seungcheol broke up with you nearly two months prior shortly before he went away for his tour, and then the next thing you knew he had you pinned against the wall in the living room. His forearms were propped on either side of your head to you in while one of his thighs made its way between your legs, keeping a light but constant pressure against your core.

It wasn’t as though you weren’t complicit in the act, however, as your hands quickly found their way up the back of Seungcheol’s shirt, grabbing at his toned back muscles and pulling him impossibly closer to you. In fact, it was entirely possible that you had made the first move, but the feeling of Seungcheol’s body against yours sent the memory of that initial contact spiraling into oblivion.

“You don’t have to do anything, princess. Just let me take care of you,” Seungcheol rasped. His breath tickled your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m serious,” you said, willing yourself out of the pleasant fog his ministrations had settled around your mind. You slid your hands around his torso to be able to push at Seungcheol’s hips and he immediately stopped what he was doing, pulling back to look you in the eye.

His pupils were blown wide and his breath came ragged, unsurprising considering how hard his cock already was as it pressed against your stomach through the layers of clothes between the two of you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. You hated how real the concern in his voice came out. He was the one who broke up with you; he didn’t have the right to be concerned about your feelings anymore.

“What’s wrong is that you dumped me, Seungcheol. You broke my fucking heart, left me crying in the rain like it was some movie, just so you could, what, fuck a bunch of other girls on tour without the baggage that comes with cheating?” you accused. Despite being softened by the tears that threatened to spill out of your eyes, your words cut like a knife directly into Seungcheol’s heart.

He pulled back to give you the space you clearly wanted, but caught your hands in his own.

“That wasn’t it at all,” he insisted, voice hard.

“Then what was it?” you shouted. All of the emotions you had been struggling to keep inside surged to the surface. “It’s been two fucking months, I think I deserve an explanation.”

He was still standing too close. You wanted to shove him, but his hands gripped yours too tightly. You knew if you tried to pull away he’d let you, but as much as you hated to admit it, his touch was grounding, comforting even.

Seungcheol didn’t speak for a long moment, and when he finally did his words were prefaced by a deep sigh. “I fucked up.”

“You could say that again,” you scoffed.

“Just, promise to hear me out. No matter how stupid it sounds, I promise you that the reason sounded good to me at the time.”

You didn’t say anything else, but gave him a look to let him know he could and should keep talking. Again, it took him a minute to gather his thoughts.

“I just… thought we were getting too close too fast. Like, we were dating for less than six months at that point and I could already see myself spending the rest of my life with you.”

He was right. It sounded extremely stupid.

“You broke up with me because you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me. Right, because that’s a totally normal thought that someone would have.”

“I told you it was stupid! I was scared that we were going to burn out fast, so I thought I’d cut things short before that could happen. I realized how wrong that was and regretted my choice immediately, but I couldn’t just call you up and say never mind. That would just fuck with you even more, so I just went on tour hating myself for the past two months. I thought that maybe when you came over to pick up your things we could talk things out but I think I’ve fucked that up, too.”

His grip on your hands tightened, but he kept his gaze lowered to the floor.

This time you were the one to pause before speaking. “Choi Seungcheol, you are the biggest idiot I know, and for that reason I believe what you’re saying.”

Seungcheol’s head shot up in an instant, sad eyes now tinged with hope. “Please tell me that means you forgive me. I know the idea of it scared me before, but now I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life by your side.”

You let out a heavy sigh. “Despite how badly you fucked me up, I still love you. I want to forgive you but I can’t just forget what happened. You need to earn back my forgiveness and my trust.”

“Tell me how to. I’d do anything.” He stepped closer again, eagerness getting the better of him.

“I can’t tell you what to do, Cheollie. Just… do your best and give it time, I guess.”

The corner of his mouth perked up at hearing you call him by his nickname. That had to be a good sign, right?

“Well, how about I start with this?” he asked before leaning in. His mouth met yours in a warm, soft kiss. It was different than the one you shared earlier. Though emotions were riding high both times, before it had been needy and rushed, whereas this one was slow. Tentative, almost. You didn’t often see this thoughtful side of Seungcheol, who preferred to rule his life by his emotions. It was a nice change of pace and you resolved to tell him that later. For now, you had another pressing matter to attend to.

Taking Seungcheol by surprise, you yanked him off balance so that he had to catch himself on the wall. In a moment, the two of you were back in the position you had been in before your chat. It felt even better now that the air had been mostly cleared between you.

“Is this alright?” Seungcheol whispered in your ear as he slid his hand down your side to come to a rest on your hip.

“No,” you said, deciding to play with him a bit. You earned that much after what he put you through. He pulled back immediately, a hesitant and questioning look in his eyes. “We’re wearing too much clothing.”

Seungcheol let out a relieved chuckle, shaking his head and smiling at you. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” Then, without another word he picked you up bridal style, your arms immediately linking behind his neck.

You peppered kisses along his chin and down the length of his jaw as he carried you to his bedroom only to toss you onto his bed. Sitting back to admire the view, you watched as Seungcheol shucked off his shirt and unbuckled his belt, unable to take your eyes off of him as you felt yourself grow wetter by the second.

“For someone who said we were wearing too much clothing, you don’t seem to be in a rush to take yours off,” Seungcheol joked. He climbed onto the bed next to you now that he was stripped down to just his boxers, a grey pair that you had bought him because you knew it would do nothing to hide the size of his cock.

“I want you to do it,” you replied playfully.

“Well if that’s what my princess wants, who am I to say no?”

He took his time with you, wanting to savor each moment that he had missed out on over the past two months. Each undoing of the buttons on your flannel was followed by a warm kiss that chased away the chill that hit your exposed skin. Once your jeans were gone as well, Seungcheol took a minute to admire you, hands gripping your thighs as he drank in the sight he had missed more than anything - you half naked on his bed, sprawled out and waiting for him.

“This is new,” he said, referencing the underwear you wore as he ran his thumb over your core. You flinched at the unexpected contact, wanting more.

You wore a matching set that was too casual to be lingerie, but was still fancier than your day to day underwear. The cotton was a blush pink color with lace accents, cute and comfortable at once.

“Sakura took me out on a shopping spree after, well, you know,” you answered, not wanting to bring up the break up again for fear it would ruin the mood. “She insisted that I buy things to look cute just for myself.”

Seungcheol nodded. “I’ll have to thank her later.”

Without any further comment, he leaned in to press one more kiss against your lips before settling in between your thighs and licking a stripe over your panties. If they hadn’t been soaked before, that action certainly would have done the trick.

Oral with Seungcheol was nothing less than heavenly, to say the least. From the moment his tongue made contact with your clit, all thoughts flew from your head and the only thing you could focus on was the growing tension between your legs.

It seemed like your body hadn’t forgotten what it was like when Seungcheol put his all into eating you out, seeing as he had you cumming against his face in just a few minutes. He licked up all the juices until you started to push him away, citing a fear of overstimulation. Normally that wasn’t something that would stop Seungcheol - he loved watching you squirm beneath him with tears pricking at your eyes as he coaxed you through a third, fourth, even fifth orgasm over the night - but the current situation was different. He didn’t want to push you too far when things were still fragile between you.

Pausing only to take a sip from the glass of water on his nightstand, Seungcheol then settled himself on top of you. He was careful not to squish you while still getting even closer than he had been when you were pinned against the wall. You felt your heart beating in time with his own as his chest met yours.

“How are you doing?” he whispered against your lips in between kisses.

You couldn’t help but laugh in his face. “Fucking fantastic, thank you for asking.”

At that, Seungcheol let out a chuckle, bright and clear and completely devoid of any of the stress or worry he had been feeling earlier.

As your tongue met his you slid your hand down the planes of his abdomen and beyond, slipping past the waistband of his boxers and to the prize waiting there for you.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside of you.” Seungcheol’s voice was shaking as he tried to hold back the whimpers that threatened to spill from his lips as you pumped your hand up and down his cock a few times, swiping your thumb over the head to collect the precum that beaded there.

“Get on your back and you won’t have to wait very long,” you said teasingly.

He did not need to be told twice. Within seconds he was free of his boxers and laying back on his pillows, stroking himself slowly as he watched you free yourself of your bra and panties. With his assistance you lined yourself up with his cock and lowered yourself onto it, matching moans coming out of both of you.

Seungcheol’s cock was a bit longer than average, but where it really impressed was its girth. Normally he’d finger you first, using two or three fingers to stretch you out so you were ready for him, but neither of you had been patient enough for that now.

The stretch of sliding straight onto his cock had you wincing, but you were too much of a masochist to let you get in the way of riding the most magnificent cock you’d ever known. With the help of Seungcheol’s thumb on your clit and his encouraging words, you soon found yourself all the way at his base, where you rested for a moment to give your body time to adjust. You felt him inside you, thick and heavy and hard. After a minute you were ready to ready to fuck yourself on Seungcheol’s cock in earnest.

If you had been a mess under the movements of his tongue, then you didn’t even have the words to describe what Seungcheol was like beneath you. He always talked a big game about fucking your brains out and giving you the orgasms you deserved, but there was a side of him that loved being taken care of as well.

You reached forward to tweak one of his nipples with your thumb, earning a high pitched groan from the man that you took as encouragement to keep going. With hands gripping your ass so tight you were sure it would bruise, he was fucking up into you just as much as you were riding him and you didn’t mind as that freed up your focus to tease him more. With your mouth on one of his nipples and a hand on the other, you knew he wouldn’t last long.

At least, he wouldn’t have if he didn’t surprise you by flipping the two of you over so that he was on top, not missing a beat of his thrusts as he caught your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand. With the other he played with your nipple the way you had his.

“I’m not letting myself cum before you do,” he explained.

It must have been a tall order, given the strain in his voice and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat every few moments as he swallowed. Using all your strength to push your head up with zero leverage you managed to swipe your tongue over it. Seungcheol’s grip tightened and he dipped his head to rest his forehead against yours. It would have been a cute gesture if not for the way he slipped his hand from your breast down to your clit and continued pounding his cock into you just the way you liked it.

“Cheollie, I’m gonna…” you whined, unable to finish your sentence.

“Go on, princess. Cum for me,” he answered. Those words, full of love and lust, were the last push needed to send you over the edge. Seungcheol continued fucking you through your orgasm, and four thrusts later he was pulling out to finish across your stomach.

Without the slapping of skin on skin, the only sounds in the room were the ragged breaths making their way out of both of you. Seungcheol only allowed himself a moment of rest before getting up to grab a towel to clean you up. Only once that was done did he slide into the bed, rolling you over partially so that he could lean your back against his chest and wrap his hands around you.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered before placing a light kiss on the top of your head. It took you a moment to gather enough breath to respond.

“I’ve missed you too.” Then, a second later, “I don’t think I fully forgive you that, but we’ll get there. I know we will.”

You shifted around so you were facing each other, pulling Seungcheol’s body flush against your own and ignoring the residual stickiness it caused.

“That’s all I could hope for, and more than I deserve,” he admitted. “I love you.” He said those last three words as if he were scared of them, or more accurately, that you wouldn’t return them even though you had already admitted to still loving him earlier in the conversation before he brought you to his bed.

“I love you too, Cheollie,” you answered, surprised to find the tension melting not only from his own body but yours, as well. It would be a long road to healing the rift in the relationship, but it would happen. Laying there in Seungcheol’s arms, you had no doubt of that.