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{warnings: dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, brat!reader, slight abo au, drinking, implied fwb!hyunjin, jealousy, mentioned punishments, teasing, begging, pet names, dirty talk, slight degradation}

[10:37pm] the taste of vodka mixed with grape juice and some sort of soft drink is fizzy and deceptively sweet as it travels down your throat, burning your tongue and setting your nerves alight, one by one. you swallow with a low groan, humming at the bittersweet alcohol.

the buzz is addictive, making you crave more and more of it running through your veins, but you push yourself off the counter to lightly fall to your tiptoes. you're conscious of the swell of sweaty, drunk bodies and the booming bass crashing through the living room of the frat house, so you quickly opt to make a beeline for the stairway.

your cup's pretty full and some of the pink liquid sloshes over the rim as you list a little, barely managing to keep yourself upright; okay, so maybe you're pretty drunk too. you down the rest of it anyway–go big or go home, right? besides, you only have one goal for tonight, and a little liquid courage never hurt anyone.

just as you're about to take a shaky step out of the hallway, a familiar voice interrupts your train of jumbled thoughts.

"hey, angel," hwang hyunjin smiles from his perch on the table, making you spin around to face him. he's dressed in a low-necked black t-shirt and tantalisingly tight skinny jeans. you gulp as you eye him, weary and achingly curious. "looking for someone?"

you take a second to compose yourself before smirking back, matching his gaze. it's smouldering with a kind of hunger which makes you feel exposed to the chilly campus air, skin tingling with a longing for…something. "oh hi, what's up, hyunjin? and to answer your question, i actually am looking for someone. you remember mark lee, right? captain of the baseball team from high school?"

your smile gets wider at the way his eyes darken at your indifferent words, low growl escaping the back of his throat unconsciously. typical alpha, you think, snickering internally.

"anyway, markie wanted my help with something so i'd better go check it out, whatever it is. it was nice seeing you here though, hyunjin, we should meet up sometime!"

you're drunk, but not naive. just as predicted, as you turn and are about to step away with a careless wave of the hand, you find yourself stumbling backwards into the hard, waiting chest of hyunjin.

his fingers are locked in a vice like grip around your wrist, which of course makes you picture a whole number of scenarios where he's pushing your intertwined hands into the bed sheets as he thrusts into you, bruising your skin with his hold. you swallow again, trying to stop yourself from shivering.

"actually, why don't we catch up now, hmm?" his voice is dripping with honey-like sweetness as he leans down to mouth softly under your earlobe before giving it a quick tug between his teeth, making you gasp at your proximity. "surely dear markie can wait a little?" a roll of addictive vibrations travel through his chest as he purrs into your ear, free hand circling your hip bone knowingly. there's something undeniably attractive in the way hyunjin spits out the name of your friend, making it apparent the loathing he holds for the boy you're gushing about right in front of him.

he's hot, but you're no amateur. after all, you've learned from the best.

"i really did promise mark i'd help him with that, uh, problem of his and i don't want him to worry. sorry, hyunjin, but unless there's something more urgent, something more–well, something worth my time, i have to get going. who knows where he could be…?" your thoughtful pout as you look right in his eyes is enough to drive him crazy.

he pulls the two of you roughly towards the hall table, his fingers getting impossibly tight around your wrist. he really does growl this time as you continue to feign ignorance. this is fun. you can see the jealousy and anger in his eyes when he turns you around swiftly by the waist to have you standing between his thighs.

"seriously?" he raises an eyebrow, dropping the pretences, "after the stunt you pulled the other week, i don't think you're in any position to play games, wouldn't you agree?"

"i have no idea what you're talking about, hyunjinnie." you grin, stepping closer to his obvious bulge and pressing your lower half to him. he lets out a quiet hiss at the contact, but doesn't make any attempt to push you away from his body.

"oh, sweetheart, i think i can help remind you." he wastes no time in pressing his knee between your legs, pushing your body towards the wall and pinning your wrists above your head. a soft moan escapes your parted lips at this sudden contact of rough fabric to your core, making hyunjin snicker. he leans down again to press wet, open mouthed kisses down your neck, the vibrations from his whispered words causing you to shudder.

"i can smell your arousal from a mile away, baby, but you just had to be a little brat and lie to me. as a punishment…should i spank you?" your eyes widen and a new wave of arousal floods through your senses. of course, hyunjin catches the heady, thick scent in the air and tuts in mock disapproval. "no, you'd enjoy that too much. after all, you're just a pathetic slut, aren't you? you riled me up on purpose so i would punish you."

his covered knee is rubbing up and down your soaking core through your underwear, the movements barely hidden under your sheer skirt. the light, delicate friction is making you more and more desperate for something, anything, but you try your hardest to not buck your hips up or whimper pathetically. "maybe, i should just fuck your thighs and not even let you come, huh? it's not like you deserve my cock." your cheeks flare with embarrassment as you let out a high whine of protest, the noise muffled thanks to the blasting music from the next room.

"aww, baby, it's almost like you want us to get caught. you'd like that, wouldn't you, if someone walked past and saw you in this position?" he comes back up to crash his glossy, swollen lips against your own, letting out a low groan inside your mouth and making your toes curl. "such a pretty, desperate whore for me."

hyunjin doesn't pause his ministrations for a single moment, continuing to place bruising marks against your collarbones and occasionally resurfacing to nip and lick at your abused mouth.

pulling away for air, he hovers his lips over yours, allowing you to see just how affected he is by all of your muffled moans and the sight of your flushed cheeks. you move forward to catch his lips with yours, but he only indulges you for a second before tugging you towards the staircase. looking back at you from the first step, he smiles, a sweet, innocent thing that leaves you shivering with excitement.

"you'll be begging for me before we're done here."

[steamracha]

{warnings: dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, brat!reader, slight abo au, drinking, implied fwb!hyunjin, jealousy, mentioned punishments, teasing, begging, pet names, dirty talk, slight degradation}

[10:37pm] the taste of vodka mixed with grape juice and some sort of soft drink is fizzy and deceptively sweet as it travels down your throat, burning your tongue and setting your nerves alight, one by one. you swallow with a low groan, humming at the bittersweet alcohol.

the buzz is addictive, making you crave more and more of it running through your veins, but you push yourself off the counter to lightly fall to your tiptoes. you're conscious of the swell of sweaty, drunk bodies and the booming bass crashing through the living room of the frat house, so you quickly opt to make a beeline for the stairway.

your cup's pretty full and some of the pink liquid sloshes over the rim as you list a little, barely managing to keep yourself upright; okay, so maybe you're pretty drunk too. you down the rest of it anyway–go big or go home, right? besides, you only have one goal for tonight, and a little liquid courage never hurt anyone.

just as you're about to take a shaky step out of the hallway, a familiar voice interrupts your train of jumbled thoughts.

"hey, angel," hwang hyunjin smiles from his perch on the table, making you spin around to face him. he's dressed in a low-necked black t-shirt and tantalisingly tight skinny jeans. you gulp as you eye him, weary and achingly curious. "looking for someone?"

you take a second to compose yourself before smirking back, matching his gaze. it's smouldering with a kind of hunger which makes you feel exposed to the chilly campus air, skin tingling with a longing for…something. "oh hi, what's up, hyunjin? and to answer your question, i actually am looking for someone. you remember mark lee, right? captain of the baseball team from high school?"

your smile gets wider at the way his eyes darken at your indifferent words, low growl escaping the back of his throat unconsciously. typical alpha, you think, snickering internally.

"anyway, markie wanted my help with something so i'd better go check it out, whatever it is. it was nice seeing you here though, hyunjin, we should meet up sometime!"

you're drunk, but not naive. just as predicted, as you turn and are about to step away with a careless wave of the hand, you find yourself stumbling backwards into the hard, waiting chest of hyunjin.

his fingers are locked in a vice like grip around your wrist, which of course makes you picture a whole number of scenarios where he's pushing your intertwined hands into the bed sheets as he thrusts into you, bruising your skin with his hold. you swallow again, trying to stop yourself from shivering.

"actually, why don't we catch up now, hmm?" his voice is dripping with honey-like sweetness as he leans down to mouth softly under your earlobe before giving it a quick tug between his teeth, making you gasp at your proximity. "surely dear markie can wait a little?" a roll of addictive vibrations travel through his chest as he purrs into your ear, free hand circling your hip bone knowingly. there's something undeniably attractive in the way hyunjin spits out the name of your friend, making it apparent the loathing he holds for the boy you're gushing about right in front of him.

he's hot, but you're no amateur. after all, you've learned from the best.

"i really did promise mark i'd help him with that, uh, problem of his and i don't want him to worry. sorry, hyunjin, but unless there's something more urgent, something more–well, something worth my time, i have to get going. who knows where he could be…?" your thoughtful pout as you look right in his eyes is enough to drive him crazy.

he pulls the two of you roughly towards the hall table, his fingers getting impossibly tight around your wrist. he really does growl this time as you continue to feign ignorance. this is fun. you can see the jealousy and anger in his eyes when he turns you around swiftly by the waist to have you standing between his thighs.

"seriously?" he raises an eyebrow, dropping the pretences, "after the stunt you pulled the other week, i don't think you're in any position to play games, wouldn't you agree?"

"i have no idea what you're talking about, hyunjinnie." you grin, stepping closer to his obvious bulge and pressing your lower half to him. he lets out a quiet hiss at the contact, but doesn't make any attempt to push you away from his body.

"oh, sweetheart, i think i can help remind you." he wastes no time in pressing his knee between your legs, pushing your body towards the wall and pinning your wrists above your head. a soft moan escapes your parted lips at this sudden contact of rough fabric to your core, making hyunjin snicker. he leans down again to press wet, open mouthed kisses down your neck, the vibrations from his whispered words causing you to shudder.

"i can smell your arousal from a mile away, baby, but you just had to be a little brat and lie to me. as a punishment…should i spank you?" your eyes widen and a new wave of arousal floods through your senses. of course, hyunjin catches the heady, thick scent in the air and tuts in mock disapproval. "no, you'd enjoy that too much. after all, you're just a pathetic slut, aren't you? you riled me up on purpose so i would punish you."

his covered knee is rubbing up and down your soaking core through your underwear, the movements barely hidden under your sheer skirt. the light, delicate friction is making you more and more desperate for something, anything, but you try your hardest to not buck your hips up or whimper pathetically. "maybe, i should just fuck your thighs and not even let you come, huh? it's not like you deserve my cock." your cheeks flare with embarrassment as you let out a high whine of protest, the noise muffled thanks to the blasting music from the next room.

"aww, baby, it's almost like you want us to get caught. you'd like that, wouldn't you, if someone walked past and saw you in this position?" he comes back up to crash his glossy, swollen lips against your own, letting out a low groan inside your mouth and making your toes curl. "such a pretty, desperate whore for me."

hyunjin doesn't pause his ministrations for a single moment, continuing to place bruising marks against your collarbones and occasionally resurfacing to nip and lick at your abused mouth.

pulling away for air, he hovers his lips over yours, allowing you to see just how affected he is by all of your muffled moans and the sight of your flushed cheeks. you move forward to catch his lips with yours, but he only indulges you for a second before tugging you towards the staircase. looking back at you from the first step, he smiles, a sweet, innocent thing that leaves you shivering with excitement.

"you'll be begging for me before we're done here."

[steamracha]

{warnings: dom!jaemin, sub!reader, dirty talk, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, intense foreplay, eating out, punishment, a lot of pet names, slight degradation, light bondage, begging, mentioned breeding kink, marking, mentioned squirting, slight subspace, colour checking!, cockwarming– soft aftercare♡}

[11:41pm] "you're dripping wet for me, princess."

jaemin's words are fond and dripping with a honeyed lilt, eyes sparkling as if he has no idea why this may be. as if he's not been between your spread thighs–teasing and grazing his fingers over where you need him most–for the last who knows how long. you've lost track of time, so wrapped up in his fleeting touches and sweet whispers of praise.

the only coherent thought in your pleasure-warped mind is simply that you need him, now.

his deft, arousal-coated fingers skim lightly over your inner thighs, feathery and soft, making you hold back a desperate whimper. he merely snickers at your expression, almost amused by the sufferings he's putting you through, before slowly leaning down to blow a wisp of warm air over your clit. this only makes you squirm under the vice like grip of his hand on your hip, wetness continuing to slide down your aching pussy. you can feel a pool of your arousal forming underneath you on the sheets, and jaemin doesn't hesitate to point it out with a lazy grin.

he swirls a finger around in it, unable to conceal the smugness in his tone, "aww, sweetheart, i haven't even touched you properly and yet you're dripping like a needy little slut." his knuckles come up to brush softly against your core, rubbing feather-light circles over the flushed skin. "i wonder how wet and desperate you'll get when i fuck you…do you think you'll clench around me and cum, just from me pushing into your tight little pussy? maybe you'll squirt again just like last time, or maybe before you get to reach your high, i'll pull out, cum all over your face–you'll take it, whatever i give you, like a good girl–and then you'll cum untouched, crying my name loud enough to let the neighbours know. do you want that, do you princess?"

his voice is hushed as all of these filthy words spill out, gazing at your soaking heat as it flutters slightly, completely enamoured by how much power he has over you in this moment.

"tell me kitten, how badly do you want this? should i even bother to touch you after the shit you pulled earlier? maybe i should leave you here until morning, hmm?"

you whine in protest at his suggestion, bucking your hips up wildly to try and reach him. his grip gets impossibly tight as he pins your waist down to the mattress, eyebrow raised. "come on, kitten, use your words. do you think you deserve being touched, or should my little slut get her punishment?"

you moan, desperation seeping through your voice as you messily manage to say, "please, jaemin–aahh, please touch me, i need your fingers, anything, please, oh my god–" you're interrupted by a strangled, obscene whine of pure want erupting from the back of your throat, one that sets your cheeks alight and takes the both of you aback.

jaemin recovers quickly from the surprise of you being so needy from just this, and beams up at you with approval from between your legs.

"cute."

suddenly, there's a wave of pleasure crashing between your thighs as he brings his mouth to your dripping entrance, making quick work of you as he drags his tongue all the way up to your clit in a single motion. your thighs automatically try to clamp around his head at the burst of electricity that sparks through your body, but he tightens his hold and dives in.

jaemin licks and sucks at your throbbing bead, not even stopping to catch his breath once. he looks sinful like this, you think, chin dripping with spit and arousal as he eats you out so, so well, causing a string of high, frantic moans and whines to echo through the bedroom.

"so desperate, sweetheart, staining all over and making a mess on the sheets. your pretty little pussy looks so cute like this, so dirty." he groans against your entrance, dipping his tongue in and watching your reactions.

taking one of his hands from their place on your hips, jaemin circles two fingers over your sensitive clit, enjoying the way you arch your back and let out a filthy moan when he plunges them into your soaking heat. a familiar knot is beginning to form in the pit of your stomach at the stretch, making you even more desperate to feel him inside you.

as if reading your mind, jaemin attaches his saliva coated lips to your swollen bud, sucking harder, faster. he slips another finger into your core, loving the way your eyes roll back into your head when you feel the digits curl upwards, brushing easily against your g-spot.

"are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" he mouths around your clit, making you gasp at the vibrations running through you, "do you wanna cum around my fingers, does it feel that good?"

filthy, squelching noises of your wetness bounce around the walls of your room, making you flush. you're a writhing mess at this point, tears running down your cheeks as you babble incoherent nonsense, begging him to let you cum, he's so good to you, please.

you're so close, just a little bit more and you'll be able to feel the sweet relief of your high, just a little more–

jaemin just smirks knowingly against your soaking bundle of nerves, leaving one last lick and thrust of his digits to your core before pulling out immediately.

you cry out with burning disappointment, feeling the tension in your abdomen fade away into nothingness at the sudden lack of stimulation. jaemin coos at you, wiping the lower half of his face with an edge of the blanket before sitting up, blinking innocently as if he didn't just prevent you from coming, as if he didn't just spend the last hour teasing the shit out of you and driving you insane.

the throbbing between your legs is dulled down to an ache now, making you squirm and clench your thighs together in search for some friction. seeing your pathetic attempt to get yourself off while your hands are tied together above your head, jaemin grins a cat-like grin and scoots closer, making you sit straddling his lap and fitting his hands around your hips once again.

you can feel his bulge right underneath your soaked core, and you softly moan, trying to subtly move around to press into him, to feel something. jaemin tuts, pulling you closer and running his hand over the curve of your spine, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"princess, stay still or i won't fuck you." his simple, quiet words of warning are enough to send a jolt of arousal shooting through you, down to your pressing heat, making you lean your forehead against his bare shoulder in your overwhelmed state. "good girl, such a good girl for me."

he quickly brings a finger to tilt your chin upwards to meet his eyes, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth before continuing. "what's is it baby, do you want me to fuck you raw? to fill you up all the way and ruin you until you're a mess, begging for me to let you spill all over my cock, huh?"

he groans at the way you whimper at his words, leaving an uneven line of kisses across your neck and collarbones, bruising in plain sight where anyone can see. you love it, the thrill of having your friends see the red and purple marks left by jaemin, having to explain and seeing their reactions as your boyfriend smirks proudly and wraps an arm around your shoulders. he knows it, and you do too.

"want me to fill you with my cum afterwards, breed you so good?" he murmurs against your sternum, a gasp slipping past your cherried lips. "do you want that, kitten?"

"yes!" you manage, out of breath and eyes glazed over as you throw your head back in ecstasy, feeling him mouth under your jaw, working at your sweet spot, "please jaemin, oh, fuck–please, want you to cum–ahh–cum in me, wreck my pussy, i need you inside, nana!"

"whatever you say, princess. just remember that you can't cum until i say so, yeah?" your eager nods make him smile with pride and meet your eyes, brushing a dampened lock of hair away from your face. "good kitten. you're so pretty like this, princess, all obedient and needy, just for me."

your heart feels full as you lean into his touch, allowing him to remove the rest of his clothes and watching contentedly as his belt hits the floor with a metallic clink. you're very far gone at this point, having spent most of the long evening being teased by jaemin. you just want him inside of you now, for him to fill you up with his cock. you need him.

your eyes feel heavier, weighed down by tiredness and darkened with lust. you might be slipping, just a little bit–you blink a few times in succession and shake your head slightly, something that doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

jaemin settles back down on the covers, gaze softening at the edges as he reaches over to tug you closer gently by the waist. "sweetheart, you okay? can i have your colour please, baby?" he cups the side of your face and tilts his head, patient while waiting for you to gather your thoughts while he rubs his thumb soothingly along your cheek.

after a moment of just leaning into his touch and hearing your heartbeat calm down, you open your eyes to meet his own concerned ones. "'m fine now," you say with a slightly dazed little smile, "green, nana. just want you lots, please."

"thank you, baby." he says, grinning and pressing his lips to yours. "tell me if it's too much, yeah?"

he takes your nod as a signal to surge forward, hand migrating to circle your hip bone instead, while he kisses you with a warm, passionate fervor. soon, his tongue is slipping past your parted lips, swirling and massaging lewdly against your own one. jaemin's kisses somehow always leave you breathless, wanting more and more. he breathes sweet nothings and praises against your bottom lip while rolling it between his teeth, harshly applying pressure to make you keen into his mouth.

while your frequent kisses become less and less about technique and more about tasting each other's bitten, spit slicked lips, you barely notice how he pushes your body down to hover over you and presses his leaking cock against the slick, puckered lips of your heat.

it's only when he pulls away in favor of swearing lightly against the warmth of your sternum that you feel his length rub agonizingly along your clit before the tip dips past your fluttering folds, making you cry out with already overwhelming pleasure.

he enters you with slow, deliberate movements, letting your lips clench tightly around his cock, feeling the steady drag against your throbbing walls. "so tight, angel," jaemin groans, completely lost in the feeling of you squeezing around him. "so good for me, you're so good." his tone is so full of lust and love that you try your hardest not to fuck yourself onto his cock and cum right there, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

instead, you squirm and let out airy moans, trying to let him know that you want him to fuck you properly, to stop the relentless teasing. "fuck–princess, you're so needy, god," he hisses at your movements, soaking pussy clenching over and over around his twitching length in order to get him to move, react.

he thrusts into you all of a sudden, deep and hard, an instant cry slipping past your lips. "am i making you feel good, sweetheart?" he looks smug at your loud response, repeating the harsh thrust of his cock into you a few more times, fucking you breathless. "be as loud as you want baby, scream for me."

"hnngh, jaemin!" you can only comply to the boy as you feel your body sink into the mattress at his order, throat working on its own accord. he's satisfied by your show of incessant whining and begging, kissing you again and feeling the vibrations of your cries on his lips.

jaemin's grip is surely bruising your waist as he pulls out almost all the way before getting sucked back in by your aching heat. you feel so good with him inside you, and you make sure to let him know that via cries and moans that overwhelm even the sounds of the bed creaking under your connected bodies. all you can feel is jaemin, jaemin, jaemin.

it's not long before a familiar knot of built up pleasure is forming at the base of your abdomen, making it harder and harder for you to not rut up into him, making you beg for him to go faster, please. he obliges with a crease between his brows, letting out soft moans into the crook of your neck, obviously close to his own release, too.

"baby, are you gonna cum? look at you, trying so hard not to fuck up into me, such a good kitten." his thrusts are hitting so nicely against that one part inside you, where you need him most. the blunt head of his now twitching cock feels so good, deliciously rubbing against your g-spot. the pleasure is overwhelming now, him pushing into you with a desperate fervour. only jaemin can make you fall apart like this, make you feel like you're flying.

"cum for me, angel."

his words, paired with the last, harsh thrust of his cock, are enough to make you see stars as you clench so tightly around him, your high crashing into your body in dizzying waves. finally. he helps you ride out your high with deep, quick thrusts, until you're well past the point of overstimulation.

black spots dance momentarily in your line of vision, until you feel jaemin cum in hot, white ropes against your walls–and oh god, you've never felt so full. he fills you up so well, some of his cum leaking out of you and onto the sheets, a whine erupting from the back of your throat at it. you push closer to him, eyes hazy and content to just stay there, like that, for a while longer.

maybe you black out for a moment or two, because once you open your eyes again, you see that you're tucked into a fresh set of covers with jaemin still buried deep in you. he's humming lightly under his breath, fingers dancing up and down the curve of your spine.

"oh, you're awake," he smiles a soft, pretty smile that forces your heart to skip a beat. "mm, thank you nana." he giggles a little after hearing the spent croak of your voice, making you pout. his voice is full of pride and fondness as he coos at the way you nuzzle further into his hold, huffing. "it wasn't too much, was it baby?" the concern in his tone is so cute, it makes you laugh. "no, no, you were amazing."

it's weird and adorably endearing that the boy who was, just moments ago, pounding into you with filthy phrases spewing from his lips, is now flushed and shy at your praise. "you weren't so bad yourself, princess," he grins once he's recovered, catching your lips in a sweet kiss.

"can we just stay here for a while longer? you're really comfortable." with that, you're fast asleep, exhaustion washing over you once more. "anything for you, sweetheart." he whispers, eyes fluttering shut, letting your heart beat lull him to sleep.

(and if he wakes up the next morning to you on top of him, rolling your hips and grinding fervently into his cock–then, well, that's his business.)

[steamracha]

{warnings: dom!jaemin, sub!reader, dirty talk, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, intense foreplay, eating out, punishment, a lot of pet names, slight degradation, light bondage, begging, mentioned breeding kink, marking, mentioned squirting, slight subspace, colour checking!, cockwarming– soft aftercare♡}

[11:41pm] "you're dripping wet for me, princess."

jaemin's words are fond and dripping with a honeyed lilt, eyes sparkling as if he has no idea why this may be. as if he's not been between your spread thighs–teasing and grazing his fingers over where you need him most–for the last who knows how long. you've lost track of time, so wrapped up in his fleeting touches and sweet whispers of praise.

the only coherent thought in your pleasure-warped mind is simply that you need him, now.

his deft, arousal-coated fingers skim lightly over your inner thighs, feathery and soft, making you hold back a desperate whimper. he merely snickers at your expression, almost amused by the sufferings he's putting you through, before slowly leaning down to blow a wisp of warm air over your clit. this only makes you squirm under the vice like grip of his hand on your hip, wetness continuing to slide down your aching pussy. you can feel a pool of your arousal forming underneath you on the sheets, and jaemin doesn't hesitate to point it out with a lazy grin.

he swirls a finger around in it, unable to conceal the smugness in his tone, "aww, sweetheart, i haven't even touched you properly and yet you're dripping like a needy little slut." his knuckles come up to brush softly against your core, rubbing feather-light circles over the flushed skin. "i wonder how wet and desperate you'll get when i fuck you…do you think you'll clench around me and cum, just from me pushing into your tight little pussy? maybe you'll squirt again just like last time, or maybe before you get to reach your high, i'll pull out, cum all over your face–you'll take it, whatever i give you, like a good girl–and then you'll cum untouched, crying my name loud enough to let the neighbours know. do you want that, do you princess?"

his voice is hushed as all of these filthy words spill out, gazing at your soaking heat as it flutters slightly, completely enamoured by how much power he has over you in this moment.

"tell me kitten, how badly do you want this? should i even bother to touch you after the shit you pulled earlier? maybe i should leave you here until morning, hmm?"

you whine in protest at his suggestion, bucking your hips up wildly to try and reach him. his grip gets impossibly tight as he pins your waist down to the mattress, eyebrow raised. "come on, kitten, use your words. do you think you deserve being touched, or should my little slut get her punishment?"

you moan, desperation seeping through your voice as you messily manage to say, "please, jaemin–aahh, please touch me, i need your fingers, anything, please, oh my god–" you're interrupted by a strangled, obscene whine of pure want erupting from the back of your throat, one that sets your cheeks alight and takes the both of you aback.

jaemin recovers quickly from the surprise of you being so needy from just this, and beams up at you with approval from between your legs.

"cute."

suddenly, there's a wave of pleasure crashing between your thighs as he brings his mouth to your dripping entrance, making quick work of you as he drags his tongue all the way up to your clit in a single motion. your thighs automatically try to clamp around his head at the burst of electricity that sparks through your body, but he tightens his hold and dives in.

jaemin licks and sucks at your throbbing bead, not even stopping to catch his breath once. he looks sinful like this, you think, chin dripping with spit and arousal as he eats you out so, so well, causing a string of high, frantic moans and whines to echo through the bedroom.

"so desperate, sweetheart, staining all over and making a mess on the sheets. your pretty little pussy looks so cute like this, so dirty." he groans against your entrance, dipping his tongue in and watching your reactions.

taking one of his hands from their place on your hips, jaemin circles two fingers over your sensitive clit, enjoying the way you arch your back and let out a filthy moan when he plunges them into your soaking heat. a familiar knot is beginning to form in the pit of your stomach at the stretch, making you even more desperate to feel him inside you.

as if reading your mind, jaemin attaches his saliva coated lips to your swollen bud, sucking harder, faster. he slips another finger into your core, loving the way your eyes roll back into your head when you feel the digits curl upwards, brushing easily against your g-spot.

"are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" he mouths around your clit, making you gasp at the vibrations running through you, "do you wanna cum around my fingers, does it feel that good?"

filthy, squelching noises of your wetness bounce around the walls of your room, making you flush. you're a writhing mess at this point, tears running down your cheeks as you babble incoherent nonsense, begging him to let you cum, he's so good to you, please.

you're so close, just a little bit more and you'll be able to feel the sweet relief of your high, just a little more–

jaemin just smirks knowingly against your soaking bundle of nerves, leaving one last lick and thrust of his digits to your core before pulling out immediately.

you cry out with burning disappointment, feeling the tension in your abdomen fade away into nothingness at the sudden lack of stimulation. jaemin coos at you, wiping the lower half of his face with an edge of the blanket before sitting up, blinking innocently as if he didn't just prevent you from coming, as if he didn't just spend the last hour teasing the shit out of you and driving you insane.

the throbbing between your legs is dulled down to an ache now, making you squirm and clench your thighs together in search for some friction. seeing your pathetic attempt to get yourself off while your hands are tied together above your head, jaemin grins a cat-like grin and scoots closer, making you sit straddling his lap and fitting his hands around your hips once again.

you can feel his bulge right underneath your soaked core, and you softly moan, trying to subtly move around to press into him, to feel something. jaemin tuts, pulling you closer and running his hand over the curve of your spine, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"princess, stay still or i won't fuck you." his simple, quiet words of warning are enough to send a jolt of arousal shooting through you, down to your pressing heat, making you lean your forehead against his bare shoulder in your overwhelmed state. "good girl, such a good girl for me."

he quickly brings a finger to tilt your chin upwards to meet his eyes, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth before continuing. "what's is it baby, do you want me to fuck you raw? to fill you up all the way and ruin you until you're a mess, begging for me to let you spill all over my cock, huh?"

he groans at the way you whimper at his words, leaving an uneven line of kisses across your neck and collarbones, bruising in plain sight where anyone can see. you love it, the thrill of having your friends see the red and purple marks left by jaemin, having to explain and seeing their reactions as your boyfriend smirks proudly and wraps an arm around your shoulders. he knows it, and you do too.

"want me to fill you with my cum afterwards, breed you so good?" he murmurs against your sternum, a gasp slipping past your cherried lips. "do you want that, kitten?"

"yes!" you manage, out of breath and eyes glazed over as you throw your head back in ecstasy, feeling him mouth under your jaw, working at your sweet spot, "please jaemin, oh, fuck–please, want you to cum–ahh–cum in me, wreck my pussy, i need you inside, nana!"

"whatever you say, princess. just remember that you can't cum until i say so, yeah?" your eager nods make him smile with pride and meet your eyes, brushing a dampened lock of hair away from your face. "good kitten. you're so pretty like this, princess, all obedient and needy, just for me."

your heart feels full as you lean into his touch, allowing him to remove the rest of his clothes and watching contentedly as his belt hits the floor with a metallic clink. you're very far gone at this point, having spent most of the long evening being teased by jaemin. you just want him inside of you now, for him to fill you up with his cock. you need him.

your eyes feel heavier, weighed down by tiredness and darkened with lust. you might be slipping, just a little bit–you blink a few times in succession and shake your head slightly, something that doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

jaemin settles back down on the covers, gaze softening at the edges as he reaches over to tug you closer gently by the waist. "sweetheart, you okay? can i have your colour please, baby?" he cups the side of your face and tilts his head, patient while waiting for you to gather your thoughts while he rubs his thumb soothingly along your cheek.

after a moment of just leaning into his touch and hearing your heartbeat calm down, you open your eyes to meet his own concerned ones. "'m fine now," you say with a slightly dazed little smile, "green, nana. just want you lots, please."

"thank you, baby." he says, grinning and pressing his lips to yours. "tell me if it's too much, yeah?"

he takes your nod as a signal to surge forward, hand migrating to circle your hip bone instead, while he kisses you with a warm, passionate fervor. soon, his tongue is slipping past your parted lips, swirling and massaging lewdly against your own one. jaemin's kisses somehow always leave you breathless, wanting more and more. he breathes sweet nothings and praises against your bottom lip while rolling it between his teeth, harshly applying pressure to make you keen into his mouth.

while your frequent kisses become less and less about technique and more about tasting each other's bitten, spit slicked lips, you barely notice how he pushes your body down to hover over you and presses his leaking cock against the slick, puckered lips of your heat.

it's only when he pulls away in favor of swearing lightly against the warmth of your sternum that you feel his length rub agonizingly along your clit before the tip dips past your fluttering folds, making you cry out with already overwhelming pleasure.

he enters you with slow, deliberate movements, letting your lips clench tightly around his cock, feeling the steady drag against your throbbing walls. "so tight, angel," jaemin groans, completely lost in the feeling of you squeezing around him. "so good for me, you're so good." his tone is so full of lust and love that you try your hardest not to fuck yourself onto his cock and cum right there, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

instead, you squirm and let out airy moans, trying to let him know that you want him to fuck you properly, to stop the relentless teasing. "fuck–princess, you're so needy, god," he hisses at your movements, soaking pussy clenching over and over around his twitching length in order to get him to move, react.

he thrusts into you all of a sudden, deep and hard, an instant cry slipping past your lips. "am i making you feel good, sweetheart?" he looks smug at your loud response, repeating the harsh thrust of his cock into you a few more times, fucking you breathless. "be as loud as you want baby, scream for me."

"hnngh, jaemin!" you can only comply to the boy as you feel your body sink into the mattress at his order, throat working on its own accord. he's satisfied by your show of incessant whining and begging, kissing you again and feeling the vibrations of your cries on his lips.

jaemin's grip is surely bruising your waist as he pulls out almost all the way before getting sucked back in by your aching heat. you feel so good with him inside you, and you make sure to let him know that via cries and moans that overwhelm even the sounds of the bed creaking under your connected bodies. all you can feel is jaemin, jaemin, jaemin.

it's not long before a familiar knot of built up pleasure is forming at the base of your abdomen, making it harder and harder for you to not rut up into him, making you beg for him to go faster, please. he obliges with a crease between his brows, letting out soft moans into the crook of your neck, obviously close to his own release, too.

"baby, are you gonna cum? look at you, trying so hard not to fuck up into me, such a good kitten." his thrusts are hitting so nicely against that one part inside you, where you need him most. the blunt head of his now twitching cock feels so good, deliciously rubbing against your g-spot. the pleasure is overwhelming now, him pushing into you with a desperate fervour. only jaemin can make you fall apart like this, make you feel like you're flying.

"cum for me, angel."

his words, paired with the last, harsh thrust of his cock, are enough to make you see stars as you clench so tightly around him, your high crashing into your body in dizzying waves. finally. he helps you ride out your high with deep, quick thrusts, until you're well past the point of overstimulation.

black spots dance momentarily in your line of vision, until you feel jaemin cum in hot, white ropes against your walls–and oh god, you've never felt so full. he fills you up so well, some of his cum leaking out of you and onto the sheets, a whine erupting from the back of your throat at it. you push closer to him, eyes hazy and content to just stay there, like that, for a while longer.

maybe you black out for a moment or two, because once you open your eyes again, you see that you're tucked into a fresh set of covers with jaemin still buried deep in you. he's humming lightly under his breath, fingers dancing up and down the curve of your spine.

"oh, you're awake," he smiles a soft, pretty smile that forces your heart to skip a beat. "mm, thank you nana." he giggles a little after hearing the spent croak of your voice, making you pout. his voice is full of pride and fondness as he coos at the way you nuzzle further into his hold, huffing. "it wasn't too much, was it baby?" the concern in his tone is so cute, it makes you laugh. "no, no, you were amazing."

it's weird and adorably endearing that the boy who was, just moments ago, pounding into you with filthy phrases spewing from his lips, is now flushed and shy at your praise. "you weren't so bad yourself, princess," he grins once he's recovered, catching your lips in a sweet kiss.

"can we just stay here for a while longer? you're really comfortable." with that, you're fast asleep, exhaustion washing over you once more. "anything for you, sweetheart." he whispers, eyes fluttering shut, letting your heart beat lull him to sleep.

(and if he wakes up the next morning to you on top of him, rolling your hips and grinding fervently into his cock–then, well, that's his business.)

[steamracha]

{warnings: dom!jaemin, sub!reader, dirty talk, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, intense foreplay, eating out, punishment, a lot of pet names, slight degradation, light bondage, begging, mentioned breeding kink, marking, mentioned squirting, slight subspace, colour checking!, cockwarming– soft aftercare♡}

[11:41pm] "you're dripping wet for me, princess."

jaemin's words are fond and dripping with a honeyed lilt, eyes sparkling as if he has no idea why this may be. as if he's not been between your spread thighs–teasing and grazing his fingers over where you need him most–for the last who knows how long. you've lost track of time, so wrapped up in his fleeting touches and sweet whispers of praise.

the only coherent thought in your pleasure-warped mind is simply that you need him, now.

his deft, arousal-coated fingers skim lightly over your inner thighs, feathery and soft, making you hold back a desperate whimper. he merely snickers at your expression, almost amused by the sufferings he's putting you through, before slowly leaning down to blow a wisp of warm air over your clit. this only makes you squirm under the vice like grip of his hand on your hip, wetness continuing to slide down your aching pussy. you can feel a pool of your arousal forming underneath you on the sheets, and jaemin doesn't hesitate to point it out with a lazy grin.

he swirls a finger around in it, unable to conceal the smugness in his tone, "aww, sweetheart, i haven't even touched you properly and yet you're dripping like a needy little slut." his knuckles come up to brush softly against your core, rubbing feather-light circles over the flushed skin. "i wonder how wet and desperate you'll get when i fuck you…do you think you'll clench around me and cum, just from me pushing into your tight little pussy? maybe you'll squirt again just like last time, or maybe before you get to reach your high, i'll pull out, cum all over your face–you'll take it, whatever i give you, like a good girl–and then you'll cum untouched, crying my name loud enough to let the neighbours know. do you want that, do you princess?"

his voice is hushed as all of these filthy words spill out, gazing at your soaking heat as it flutters slightly, completely enamoured by how much power he has over you in this moment.

"tell me kitten, how badly do you want this? should i even bother to touch you after the shit you pulled earlier? maybe i should leave you here until morning, hmm?"

you whine in protest at his suggestion, bucking your hips up wildly to try and reach him. his grip gets impossibly tight as he pins your waist down to the mattress, eyebrow raised. "come on, kitten, use your words. do you think you deserve being touched, or should my little slut get her punishment?"

you moan, desperation seeping through your voice as you messily manage to say, "please, jaemin–aahh, please touch me, i need your fingers, anything, please, oh my god–" you're interrupted by a strangled, obscene whine of pure want erupting from the back of your throat, one that sets your cheeks alight and takes the both of you aback.

jaemin recovers quickly from the surprise of you being so needy from just this, and beams up at you with approval from between your legs.

"cute."

suddenly, there's a wave of pleasure crashing between your thighs as he brings his mouth to your dripping entrance, making quick work of you as he drags his tongue all the way up to your clit in a single motion. your thighs automatically try to clamp around his head at the burst of electricity that sparks through your body, but he tightens his hold and dives in.

jaemin licks and sucks at your throbbing bead, not even stopping to catch his breath once. he looks sinful like this, you think, chin dripping with spit and arousal as he eats you out so, so well, causing a string of high, frantic moans and whines to echo through the bedroom.

"so desperate, sweetheart, staining all over and making a mess on the sheets. your pretty little pussy looks so cute like this, so dirty." he groans against your entrance, dipping his tongue in and watching your reactions.

taking one of his hands from their place on your hips, jaemin circles two fingers over your sensitive clit, enjoying the way you arch your back and let out a filthy moan when he plunges them into your soaking heat. a familiar knot is beginning to form in the pit of your stomach at the stretch, making you even more desperate to feel him inside you.

as if reading your mind, jaemin attaches his saliva coated lips to your swollen bud, sucking harder, faster. he slips another finger into your core, loving the way your eyes roll back into your head when you feel the digits curl upwards, brushing easily against your g-spot.

"are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" he mouths around your clit, making you gasp at the vibrations running through you, "do you wanna cum around my fingers, does it feel that good?"

filthy, squelching noises of your wetness bounce around the walls of your room, making you flush. you're a writhing mess at this point, tears running down your cheeks as you babble incoherent nonsense, begging him to let you cum, he's so good to you, please.

you're so close, just a little bit more and you'll be able to feel the sweet relief of your high, just a little more–

jaemin just smirks knowingly against your soaking bundle of nerves, leaving one last lick and thrust of his digits to your core before pulling out immediately.

you cry out with burning disappointment, feeling the tension in your abdomen fade away into nothingness at the sudden lack of stimulation. jaemin coos at you, wiping the lower half of his face with an edge of the blanket before sitting up, blinking innocently as if he didn't just prevent you from coming, as if he didn't just spend the last hour teasing the shit out of you and driving you insane.

the throbbing between your legs is dulled down to an ache now, making you squirm and clench your thighs together in search for some friction. seeing your pathetic attempt to get yourself off while your hands are tied together above your head, jaemin grins a cat-like grin and scoots closer, making you sit straddling his lap and fitting his hands around your hips once again.

you can feel his bulge right underneath your soaked core, and you softly moan, trying to subtly move around to press into him, to feel something. jaemin tuts, pulling you closer and running his hand over the curve of your spine, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"princess, stay still or i won't fuck you." his simple, quiet words of warning are enough to send a jolt of arousal shooting through you, down to your pressing heat, making you lean your forehead against his bare shoulder in your overwhelmed state. "good girl, such a good girl for me."

he quickly brings a finger to tilt your chin upwards to meet his eyes, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth before continuing. "what's is it baby, do you want me to fuck you raw? to fill you up all the way and ruin you until you're a mess, begging for me to let you spill all over my cock, huh?"

he groans at the way you whimper at his words, leaving an uneven line of kisses across your neck and collarbones, bruising in plain sight where anyone can see. you love it, the thrill of having your friends see the red and purple marks left by jaemin, having to explain and seeing their reactions as your boyfriend smirks proudly and wraps an arm around your shoulders. he knows it, and you do too.

"want me to fill you with my cum afterwards, breed you so good?" he murmurs against your sternum, a gasp slipping past your cherried lips. "do you want that, kitten?"

"yes!" you manage, out of breath and eyes glazed over as you throw your head back in ecstasy, feeling him mouth under your jaw, working at your sweet spot, "please jaemin, oh, fuck–please, want you to cum–ahh–cum in me, wreck my pussy, i need you inside, nana!"

"whatever you say, princess. just remember that you can't cum until i say so, yeah?" your eager nods make him smile with pride and meet your eyes, brushing a dampened lock of hair away from your face. "good kitten. you're so pretty like this, princess, all obedient and needy, just for me."

your heart feels full as you lean into his touch, allowing him to remove the rest of his clothes and watching contentedly as his belt hits the floor with a metallic clink. you're very far gone at this point, having spent most of the long evening being teased by jaemin. you just want him inside of you now, for him to fill you up with his cock. you need him.

your eyes feel heavier, weighed down by tiredness and darkened with lust. you might be slipping, just a little bit–you blink a few times in succession and shake your head slightly, something that doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

jaemin settles back down on the covers, gaze softening at the edges as he reaches over to tug you closer gently by the waist. "sweetheart, you okay? can i have your colour please, baby?" he cups the side of your face and tilts his head, patient while waiting for you to gather your thoughts while he rubs his thumb soothingly along your cheek.

after a moment of just leaning into his touch and hearing your heartbeat calm down, you open your eyes to meet his own concerned ones. "'m fine now," you say with a slightly dazed little smile, "green, nana. just want you lots, please."

"thank you, baby." he says, grinning and pressing his lips to yours. "tell me if it's too much, yeah?"

he takes your nod as a signal to surge forward, hand migrating to circle your hip bone instead, while he kisses you with a warm, passionate fervor. soon, his tongue is slipping past your parted lips, swirling and massaging lewdly against your own one. jaemin's kisses somehow always leave you breathless, wanting more and more. he breathes sweet nothings and praises against your bottom lip while rolling it between his teeth, harshly applying pressure to make you keen into his mouth.

while your frequent kisses become less and less about technique and more about tasting each other's bitten, spit slicked lips, you barely notice how he pushes your body down to hover over you and presses his leaking cock against the slick, puckered lips of your heat.

it's only when he pulls away in favor of swearing lightly against the warmth of your sternum that you feel his length rub agonizingly along your clit before the tip dips past your fluttering folds, making you cry out with already overwhelming pleasure.

he enters you with slow, deliberate movements, letting your lips clench tightly around his cock, feeling the steady drag against your throbbing walls. "so tight, angel," jaemin groans, completely lost in the feeling of you squeezing around him. "so good for me, you're so good." his tone is so full of lust and love that you try your hardest not to fuck yourself onto his cock and cum right there, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

instead, you squirm and let out airy moans, trying to let him know that you want him to fuck you properly, to stop the relentless teasing. "fuck–princess, you're so needy, god," he hisses at your movements, soaking pussy clenching over and over around his twitching length in order to get him to move, react.

he thrusts into you all of a sudden, deep and hard, an instant cry slipping past your lips. "am i making you feel good, sweetheart?" he looks smug at your loud response, repeating the harsh thrust of his cock into you a few more times, fucking you breathless. "be as loud as you want baby, scream for me."

"hnngh, jaemin!" you can only comply to the boy as you feel your body sink into the mattress at his order, throat working on its own accord. he's satisfied by your show of incessant whining and begging, kissing you again and feeling the vibrations of your cries on his lips.

jaemin's grip is surely bruising your waist as he pulls out almost all the way before getting sucked back in by your aching heat. you feel so good with him inside you, and you make sure to let him know that via cries and moans that overwhelm even the sounds of the bed creaking under your connected bodies. all you can feel is jaemin, jaemin, jaemin.

it's not long before a familiar knot of built up pleasure is forming at the base of your abdomen, making it harder and harder for you to not rut up into him, making you beg for him to go faster, please. he obliges with a crease between his brows, letting out soft moans into the crook of your neck, obviously close to his own release, too.

"baby, are you gonna cum? look at you, trying so hard not to fuck up into me, such a good kitten." his thrusts are hitting so nicely against that one part inside you, where you need him most. the blunt head of his now twitching cock feels so good, deliciously rubbing against your g-spot. the pleasure is overwhelming now, him pushing into you with a desperate fervour. only jaemin can make you fall apart like this, make you feel like you're flying.

"cum for me, angel."

his words, paired with the last, harsh thrust of his cock, are enough to make you see stars as you clench so tightly around him, your high crashing into your body in dizzying waves. finally. he helps you ride out your high with deep, quick thrusts, until you're well past the point of overstimulation.

black spots dance momentarily in your line of vision, until you feel jaemin cum in hot, white ropes against your walls–and oh god, you've never felt so full. he fills you up so well, some of his cum leaking out of you and onto the sheets, a whine erupting from the back of your throat at it. you push closer to him, eyes hazy and content to just stay there, like that, for a while longer.

maybe you black out for a moment or two, because once you open your eyes again, you see that you're tucked into a fresh set of covers with jaemin still buried deep in you. he's humming lightly under his breath, fingers dancing up and down the curve of your spine.

"oh, you're awake," he smiles a soft, pretty smile that forces your heart to skip a beat. "mm, thank you nana." he giggles a little after hearing the spent croak of your voice, making you pout. his voice is full of pride and fondness as he coos at the way you nuzzle further into his hold, huffing. "it wasn't too much, was it baby?" the concern in his tone is so cute, it makes you laugh. "no, no, you were amazing."

it's weird and adorably endearing that the boy who was, just moments ago, pounding into you with filthy phrases spewing from his lips, is now flushed and shy at your praise. "you weren't so bad yourself, princess," he grins once he's recovered, catching your lips in a sweet kiss.

"can we just stay here for a while longer? you're really comfortable." with that, you're fast asleep, exhaustion washing over you once more. "anything for you, sweetheart." he whispers, eyes fluttering shut, letting your heart beat lull him to sleep.

(and if he wakes up the next morning to you on top of him, rolling your hips and grinding fervently into his cock–then, well, that's his business.)

[steamracha]

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S T R A Y K I D S :

hwang hyunjin– [9:54am] | [2:58am] | [10:37pm]

kim seungmin– [11:46pm]

N C T :

na jaemin– [11:41pm]

[steamracha]

{warnings: softdom!hyunjin, sub!reader, thigh riding, slight praise kink – fluffy ending♡}

[2:58am] "c'mere baby, let me make you feel good."

the murmured words send a jolt of inexplicable arousal through your lower abdomen and you let him know via a strangled moan. hyunjin only smiles knowingly, patting his thigh and watching you through half-lidded eyes.

to be honest, you don't know how you got here, standing in only a lacy bra and slick underwear in the middle of the bedroom floor, while hyunjin sits at the edge of the mattress, undressing you with a hungry, tantalising gaze. (okay, so maybe it involves a couple of instances involving him pulling you into the empty dance studio and you gagging on his pulsing cock, swallowing around him and lapping up his release while he calls you a good girl and promises to repay the favour– but you're not about to say anything).

you gulp, liquid sin pooling inside your ruined panties, destroying the fabric until you're sure that your wetness is dripping lewdly down your inner thighs. he cocks an amused eyebrow, watching as you take small steps forward in an attempt to hide the extent of your excitement, but you can tell that it's futile by the way he smiles knowingly.

when you get close enough to him, he brings out a hand and has you pulled to his warm lap in a quick flash of movement. you whimper at the sudden friction against the fabric of your underwear, the rough denim of his jeans grazing your bundle of nerves delicately.

hyunjin pays no attention to your struggles as he proceeds to smash his lips hungrily against your own, kissing you like a man starved. he takes your gasp of surprise as a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, suckling and biting your reddened lips deliciously. you're too sensitive to do much but moan louder and louder as his hands roam up and down your body, the days of painful wait and excitement catching up with you.

"if you keep on making those pretty noises, sweetheart, i don't think i'll be able to help but ruin you, just so you know," he warns in between planting a valley of blooming violet and rose-tinted marks down your neck and across your collarbone. his words and actions combined are enough to make you shudder, keening into the softness of his lips.

you roll your hips cautiously against his denim-clad thigh, a shaky breath leaving you at the new feeling. the friction between the thin layers of fabric separating your skin only makes you whine and grind harder, relishing the waves of arousal that shoot through your body and burn into your aching, desperate core.

hyunjin’s mouth is hot and wet as he presses it roughly to your chest, tracing your sternum and around your hardening nipples before taking one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking and licking with slow, sensual movements. this extra stimulation is enough to drive you insane with added pleasure and your eyes roll to the back of your head when he groans around you, the gentle glide of his tongue sending you closer to the edge.

you're embarrassingly wet at this point, speeding up your incessant grinding against his clothed thigh. you let out a small moan of surprise when he flexes his muscle and brings his thigh up to help you, the fabric rubbing against your abused clit in an even more heightened, pleasing sensation.

you have a feeling that your boyfriend is enjoying himself as much as you are now, his hungry gaze only prompting you to roll your hips harder and arch your back to give him a better view.

feeling an urgent wave of pure need roll through you, you find yourself wanting to be as close to hyunjin as possible, revel in the intimacy of the moment, in this display of golden skin and pink lips spilling soft breaths filled with longing.

it seems like hyunjin feels the same way as he presses impossibly close to your body, rolling one of your nipples around with his tongue, the other one receiving a similar treatment from his long fingers. he pinches at the sore buds, tugging and sucking with practiced ease. the wet, loud noises of your moans and ministrations spill out to fill the room and only manage to make you feel even more desperate to get your release.

"you look so, so pretty like this, baby, wanna feel you so bad," he groans as he pulls away momentarily, eyes hazy and dark with want.

you whine, a soft, desperate sound escaping the back of your throat at his words. all of a sudden, your body burns and you shudder while throwing your head back, a familiar pull forming in your abdomen as you balance on the very brink of what you're yearning for.

"would you like that, baby? d'you want me to make you cum around my thigh and nothing else, hmm?" he watches as you begin fall apart, begging for it with fucked out cries of "yes, please hyunjin, please, please–"

hyunjin smiles again, fingers travelling down to gather some of your wetness before reaching your throbbing clit and rubbing quick figures and shapes around it with two of them.

"i've got you, baby, let go for me." he says, and this, the newest addition to your pleasure, is all it takes for you to fall off the edge and plunge violently towards your release. the feeling is too much all at once and you find sparks tattooing themselves to the inside of your closed eyelids as you finally, finally reach your long awaited high.

you cum with calls of his name and broken moans, body far more spent than you'd like to admit. hyunjin helps you ride out your high until you have to grip onto his wrist to make him stop bringing you way past overstimulation.

with a content little sigh, you roll off his essence coated thigh and collapse onto the soft blankets, taking deep breaths to calm your erratic heartbeat. blinking up at your boyfriend, you smile a tired smile, pulling him down by the nape of his neck to press a chaste, sweet kiss to his lips.

noticing the very obvious bulge straining against the fabric of his jeans, you raise an eyebrow and prop yourself on your elbow to look at his face. "want some help with that, jinnie?" he just shakes his head with a grin, as if just noticing it now, choosing instead to flop down beside you and pull you closer to nuzzle his nose into your bruised neck.

"let's just cuddle for now, okay babe? today's your day, don't worry. you did so well for me, sweetheart." your heart blooms with a glowing sort of warmth as you wrap your arms around him, curling your fingers around the back of his neck to play with his messy strands of hair. "hmm, okay. we can shower after a little nap i guess." you hum, eyes already fluttering shut.

he opens an eye to smirk mischievously at your words. "shower…together?" you just laugh at his suggestive tone and press closer to his chest, drifting off, "well yeah, to save water of course." "sounds like a plan."

[steamracha]

{warnings: sub!reader, dom!hyunjin, overstimulation}

[9:54am] hyunjin stumbles into the kitchen in the morning with mussed up, curly hair, a sleepy grin playing at his lips as he massages his temples and remembers the antics of last night.

he thinks of the way you batted your eyelashes up at him and made his heart nearly stop at the beautiful sight laid in front of him. as he turns on the coffee machine and waits for the familiar beep, he can't help but let his mind drift off to the way your shirt hung off your shoulders and your skirt pooled on the floor beside the bed as you lay spread out prettily for him, delicious lips and collarbones bruised with love bites.

hyunjin absentmindedly sighs in bliss, going over the events that followed as he pads across the room to grab two mugs from the cabinet. the way you moaned and blushed innocently under the moonlight streaming in through the curtains, gagging around him and pressing the heel of your hand to the pillowcase to attempt to grasp onto your last shred of sanity. his cock plumps up in interest as he recalls your mouth wide open in wait of him, eyes glistening as you swallowed his cum.

you were such a good girl for him, he thinks, as he pours the hot dark liquid into the cups.

running a hand through his hair, he groans softly under his breath when he remembers of the words you whined out as you begged to have him fill you up, the incomprehensible string of praises you cried out when he finally pushed into your wetness, thumb rubbing into your neglected bundle of nerves.

the way you tensed and your heat clenched tightly around his length when he finally allowed you to reach your high, the way you screamed in pleasure as he rutted in and out of you at a furious speed, bringing you past the point of overstimulation.

hyunjin sets the two drinks back down onto the counter as his mind plays over the scenes of how he made you cum again and again, making your eyes glaze over and sinful noises escape your lips at the overwhelming feeling as you received your punishment.

the way he finally came deep inside you, thrusting in one last time and filling you up so, so well. the way he whispered praises and ran a hand through your dishevelled hair, letting you know how good you were for him.

at this point, he's left sporting a raging hard-on as he remembers how you panted harshly under him, eyes dark and fluttering shut, whimpering at the loss of him inside of you.

a few moments later, hyunjin carefully slips back into your sunlit bedroom with a plan in mind and a devilish smile on his face. the coffee is long forgotten as he presses himself roughly against your back, making you gasp as you stir under the blankets.

"baby, you're not too sore from last night, are you? i think breakfast can wait until after you help me out with this little problem."

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{warnings: dom!reader, sub!seungmin, mommy kink, degradation, edging, orgasm denial}

[11:46pm] "fuck!" you certainly don't expect to be greeted with a long, drawn out moan when you enter your otherwise silent apartment after an exhausting day at work- but hey, you're not complaining.

the familiar lewd noises grow louder and louder as you near the bedroom and you feel curiosity pooling in your gut, making a dull ache form in the space between your legs. you enter the room as silently as possible, slipping in past the doorway to set down your bag and drink in hungrily the sight before you.

your boyfriend's bare body lays splayed deliciously across the mattress, his tear-filled eyes screwed shut and cock hard between his hands, red and angry looking.

a smile plays on your lips as you watch seungmin twist his slick fingers with desperation and let out another whine, completely oblivious to his new audience. a sliver of drool dribbles carelessly from the corner of his cherry-like bitten lips while he unconsciously moans out a fucked out "mommy", and that's all it takes for you to snap, eyes dark and sparkling with mischief.

you certainly don't regret interrupting his next weak moan, making him freeze, cheeks burning and teary eyes fluttering open, unfocused and glazed over.

"enjoying yourself are we, angel?"

your tone is dangerous and he blinks and tries hard to scramble up, only slip pathetically back onto the covers with a small groan. whatever whimpering pleas he tries to excuse himself with falls on deaf ears as you take a couple of rapid steps forward, moving on top of the boy and caging his frozen figure in. from the closeness of your bodies, you can easily see the way droplets of sweat are beginning to glisten along his temples and notice the tempting curve of his adam's apple as he swallows, eyes shining from tears, blown wide with fear and unadulterated lust.

at his meaningless mumbling, you scowl, bringing up your denim-covered knee to press harshly between his thighs, rubbing against his swollen tip and along his length. "answer when you're spoken to, baby use your words. you don't want to make mommy even more mad, do you?"

he gulps, cheeks flushed as he struggles to speak, a choked whine bubbling at his lips. "no- no, mommy, please, i'm sorry!" his eyes are half-shut in his pleasured state, glittering with tears and prompting you to move further away teasing him.

"baby's been bad, 'm sorry, please mommy, please, I just- i need you, so bad!" he whines in earnest now, frustrated at the lack of contact and thrusting his hips upwards to rut against you in a desperate attempt to meet your teasing, fleeting touches. a split second later, he realises his mistake, causing his his eyes to fly open, tears now streaming down his pink cheeks. "hngh , wait-!"

but it's too late. you waste no time in moving away, like flinching from the hot splash of oil against your skin, features instantly turning stony with disappointment written all across your face. it's almost as though invisible electricity is crackling in the dimly lit room, tension growing thick as you stare him down with a bitterly disapproving glare.

"you just couldn't contain yourself, could you, you desperate little whore?"

he knows he's messed up when you use the degrading term, but can't help but swallow and press his legs together in arousal anyway. you're enjoying yourself immensely, if the gradual dampening of your ruined panties is anything to go by, but you continue to watch him with an angry, calculated gaze.

"my stupid little cumslut just couldn't wait for mommy to come home, you had to go and break mommy's rules." you tut, pressing your foot without mercy to his throbbing erection, making him hiss softly, expression twisting with pleasurable pain. he knows that he just has to say a little word to get you to stop your ministrations, but he's enjoying this far too much to do anything but moan his filthiest moan.

"i was going to let you off, make you cum in the way only i can, but you had to be a dumb fucking brat as well, didn't you?"

a sharp slap echoes through the room and seungmin’s thigh flares with pain that sends jolts up to his poor leaking cock, which twitches, untouched. you snicker, amused that he's so eager, so sensitive even while receiving stinging pain to his responsive body.

"you're such a naughty little baby today, minnie. what should i do with you, hmm?" you pretend to think, pressing harder and listening to his loud whimpers. "answer me, slut, what do you want me to do with you? you know you don't deserve anything from mommy. i should just not touch you for the next month, would you like that, would that teach you a lesson?"

seungmin cries out at the increased pressure on his aching dick and violently shakes his head, yearning for more, for anything. he whines like a pathetic pup, sobbing. "mo-mommy, sorry mommy, fuck, i'll be good, momma! i've been such a bad slut, just couldn't stop thinking about you."

"oh?" you laugh darkly, bending down to wrap your hands around him and twist it deftly around the base of his leaking cock, "what were you thinking of, slut?"

he can't help but squirm at your endless touches, gasping. "was thinking about- ahh- about mommy's hands, oh, mommy's hands around- around my throat, choking me like her desperate whore, your fingers in my mouth- ah, mommy you feel so good, mhmm, oh my god- your hands and mouth around me, on my pathetic cock, making me feel so good."

he sobs harder now, a line drool leaking down his chin. you take your free hand to run your fingers up his arched torso, taking your time to skim the dips of his chest and gently press against the swell of his neck. he can't help but quietly let out a muffled moan at that- interesting, you think, storing that piece of information away for later.

you use your thumb to smear the drool along his bottom lip, rubbing it in before pushing your digit past his eager, red lips. he sucks pliantly on it and you insert your middle and index fingers, roughly pushing in and out as he swirls his tongue around you, collecting his spit on them.

seungmin whines lowly from the back of his throat when you pull them out with a slick, sinfully wet sound, only to moan out once you run that hand along his twitching dick, smearing the spit with his precum and using it to jerk him off at a vicious speed.

a string of curses and moans leave his lips, mind lost in the overwhelming pleasure you're giving him. between his mindless exclamations, he cries out praise for you, letting you know that his mommy feels so good, nobody can make him feel as good as his mommy, on and on until he's a tongue-tied mess.

his babbles are high-pitched and whiny making you groan at his arousing words, a coil of insatiable heat twisting inside of you. you know he's close already, what with his leaking, red cock and scrunched up features.

"is my greedy baby close? do you want to be a good little slut and cum for mommy?" He nods eagerly at your cooing, soft, pleased gasps escaping his mouth. he’s so wrecked for you, so, so good, and you know for a fact that it's already too much for him. "will you be a good baby boy and let go for me, yeah? how does that sound, baby? i need to hear words now, come on."

fingers twisting in the sheets, his voice is getting higher and louder, but neither of you can find any concern for your poor neighbours right now, too lost in each others sounds and needs. just a little more.

you twist and tug, turn your fingers and flick your wrist with expert precision, getting him closer and closer, but not letting him get his long-awaited release.

seungmin is fucked out and panting heavily with tears gathered at the corners of his eyes as he tries his hardest to find the words, to string together the right letters to get his sweet, delicious end. "ple-please, please mommy! hngh, ohh, please, fuck, let me cum, please-!"

just as the rolling crescendo of waves rocking his body approach, burning him up and searing his insides, finally allowing his worn body to get what he has been dying to feel, the gushing tidal wave of pleasure that signals his end, an end to the desperate ache and the snapping of the twisted coil of arousal that has been building steadily inside of him, making him cry out- all of a sudden, he feels it disappear as quickly as it had arrived.

seungmin yells in frustration, hiccuping and sobbing again once he realises what has happened. you've removed your hands, choosing to squeeze tightly at his base instead, not allowing him to cum at all. he feels his high slip away, replaced by a more needy ache than before that makes him cry harder, thrashing against your hold.

his head rolls back, hips bucking against thin air to get some sort of friction, failing miserably. "please…" you push him down, frowning and stroking one of his thighs with a sadistic sort of caress, pout playing at your lips. "come on, minnie, you know better than this." your tone drips with hunger, making seungmin gasp with want, with need.

"you really thought i'd let you cum after you disobeyed mommy like that?" tutting once again, you make quick work of stripping and swing your legs so you sit, panting and straddling one of his muscular thighs.

"no, of course i won't let you off that easily. you deserve a punishment baby, and i hope you know that you're not cumming tonight until you're begging and screaming for me to touch you." seungmin groans weakly as you begin moving forward and backwards on his flexing leg, pressing your lips to the junction of his neck and shoulder, biting bruises onto the canvas of his skin.

"now, i think it's finally mommy's turn to feel good, don't you think so, slut?"

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first lil blurb coming out later today!!♡