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first dance

pairing: duke! jeonghan x noble! reader

word count: 1.5k

contains: oral (f receiving), fingering, some angst about catching feelings

a/n: i'm going to blame the prince!joshua discourse at @husbandhoshi's blog for this one. the idea for advisor!jeonghan comes from a big-brain anon at lily's blog and from @97-liners. i have attempted flowery prose and historical au (neither of which i'm good at) - i'm sure this contains a lot of inaccuracies (let's pretend that corsets and dresses work how i've written them xD). not proofread, as usual.

"j-jeongha-"

you stop yourself before you say his name, knowing you have no right to do so. he chuckles, his hot breath against your clit making it hard for you to hold your moans.

"i think you can call me by my name, m'lady", he nips your clit lightly, "infact, i insist on it".

m'lady. it's proper for you to be referred to by the title you've had since birth, but it sounds rather improper every time it escapes jeonghan's lips - it sounds almost wrong now, when he's murmuring it against your clenching cunt, your dress bundled up around your waist as you sit on the edge of his table.

he tightens his hold on your thighs and looks up at you, before sucking your clit harshly, his sharp eyes still on your face. your lip is almost bleeding from how hard you're biting it.

"you can be as loud as you want, my sweet", his fingers replace his mouth on your clit, "this area of the castle is isolated. no one will hear you."

ofcourse he knew what you were thinking. you wonder if there's a trick that the duke's eyes miss.

he sucks on your clit again, his finger reaching down to circle your entrance as you moan loudly. some part of your brain chides you for your grossly unlady-like behavior - you might be an advisor to the court and a well-known strategist in your own right, but years of conditioning still come back to haunt you when you step out of line. that voice, however, stands no chance against how jeonghan's lips feel around your clit.

the tip of his finger enters your cunt, and you gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. you've touched yourself before, but you've kept your explorations only to your clit, not understanding how having anything inside you could feel pleasurable - even your own fingers. in this moment, however, you're convinced you'll like whatever the duke has planned, and you seek some relief from the emptiness you feel.

to your disappointment, he retracts his finger, moving his hand to your thigh and rubbing soothing circles, his lips placing soft kisses on your clit as his eyes meet yours, a silent apology flashing through them.

"no, please", you don't think you've ever heard your voice so airy, "don't stop".

he blinks, waiting. oh, damn you, yoon jeonghan.

"inside me, please, your grace", your pants are loud in the quiet room.

"say my name", his eyes are resolute.

you whimper, your eyes closing at his demand. you know what he's asking for - saying the name of a nobleman an intimate gesture. it's what lovers do, and that's not what you are.

"inside me, please", you open your eyes, "jeonghan".

he places one last kiss on your thigh before diving in, licking your clit softly as one of his fingers slowly pushes into your cunt. the unfamiliar feeling is a little painful, but oh-so-magnificent. on instinct, you raise your hips, seeking pleasure.

jeonghan pulls back and pushes your hips back, shushing you when you whine at the absence of his lips. you feel his eyes on you as his finger explores your cunt, rubbing your walls, your loud moans the only sound in the office. he hits a spot inside you and you squeal, your hands white from how hard they're clutching the table.

"right there, my sweet?", he blows on your twitching clit.

garbles of "yes" escape you as he licks your clit, and you feel yourself getting closer to a release - one that feels much more intense than the ones you had given yourself. you moan his name as you come, and his tongue gentles in its ministrations - almost like it's soothing you through your orgasm.

he pulls back when you wince from sensitivity, nuzzling your inner thigh as you try to get your breathing under control. he rises up to his full height, his hands pulling down your dress as he kisses your breasts, the mounds spilling from the corset he had loosened earlier.

"feeling well, m'lady?", his eyes are tender despite the tease in his voice, and for a moment you let yourself hope that there could be more to your relationship than this clandestine encounter.

"yes, your gr- jeonghan", you correct yourself at the raise of his brow, suddenly feeling very naked.

"as much as i like you ruffled up, we should make you look decent", he pulls up your corset to cover your breasts, "we're expected at the court soon".

"oh we're not going to - i mean, i thought - ", you stutter, and a knowing look shadows his face.

"not like this", his eyes are gentle, "you deserve more than a quick fuck on my table", he pauses, "as much as i enjoy the notion".

"oh", you whisper, not knowing what to say.

he smiles and holds out his hand, helping you up and only letting go when you feel steady on your feet. he stands behind you and starts pulling at the intricate laces of your corset, before doing the same to your dress.

a sinking feeling settles in your stomach - as much as you've tried to deny it, you have to accept that you like the duke, maybe even love him. for all his deceptiveness and teasing, he is loyal to a fault - his integrity shining every time he's in his role as the chief advisor to the prince. for all his flirtations, he's never crossed a line with you until this afternoon - when you made the first move. for all his scheming, he's a good and decent man - who has haunted your dreams since the moment you met him, who you want more with.

more than the pleasure he's given you today, more than his protectiveness over you that he waves away as just "his duty as a gentleman", more than glances across the courtroom, more than pretending to not look for each other at royal balls. you want his body tangled with yours every night, you want his hand on your back when you're scared, you want his fond winks at royal dinners, you want his hand in yours in lovers' dances at balls.

you want him in ways you can't have him, because no one can have yoon jeonghan - a man committed to his job, not willing to let anyone in incase it backfires on the royal family - a family he considers his own. it's common knowledge that he has no intention of looking for a wife, not even to further his dukedom - he's publicly joked about how prince joshua should go ahead and assign his territory to "some boring social-climber".

you want jeonghan in all the ways he won't let himself be had, and the thought constricts your throat.

"you'd think they'd have made ladies' clothing simpler", his musing brings you back to the present.

"why, so you could take them off more easily?", you wonder if he can hear the defeat in your voice.

his fingers pause momentarily, resuming as he clears his throat. "i was thinking of your comfort", he murmurs softly.

you wish he'd be less tender with you, so you'd cry less about this later. you'd get over him sooner if he had tossed you out of his office half-naked, leaving you to fend for yourself. you're sure that would be less painful than the situation you find yourself in now, where his hands carefully fix your hair and his eyes fondly look over you to make sure you look decent. something breaks inside you when he presses his lips at the back of your neck, before holding out your coat for you.

the walk back to the courtroom is quiet - almost suffocatingly so. but you prefer it to having a conversation with the duke, you don't trust yourself to not say something you might regret later.

"are you attending the ball tonight?", he asks, his melodic voice echoing through the empty hall. you nod.

oh lovely, you think, we've come down to small-talk. jeonghan knows very well that you're going to attend - it is customary for all members of the court to attend. as much as you would like to make yourself scarce and cry your eyes out over port, you've just been promoted to the role of senior strategist in the court - your absence would be highly noticeable.

there's another reason you're not looking forward to tonight - it's the lunar ball, a traditional event held on full-moon night, famous for it's dreamy first dance - where only declared lovers (or couples who want to be seen as lovers) take the floor. you used to internally scoff at the cheesy tradition, but tonight it might further shatter your heart.

"i wonder", there's a hesitation in jeonghan's voice that you've never heard before, "will you save me the first dance?"

a/n: if you'd like to read more about the first dance, i've written some ideas here, on my sfw blog

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pairing: joshua x f!reader

word count: 920

contains: intercourse, breast play (reader likes pain), hand around throat (explicitly not choking)

a/n: just dropping this here and running away. tagging @junhui-recs because i can't think of anyone else who might like this (hi june! your tags are much appreciated :))

“it’s alright, baby. take your time”

joshua’s voice registers your mind through the haze of sensations you currently find yourself in, his tender words both tethering you to reality and threatening to drag you to the edge of it.

in the opinions of people who know you, you’re a take-charge person, marching through actions in life and giving minimal thought to hesitations when it comes to getting what you want. what your acquaintances don’t know, however, is that you’re not this person in bed — in contrast, you’re quite shy, almost unable to ask for what you want. 

unsurprisingly, this contrast has led to some tension in your past relationships. your partners expected — not unfairly — the similar forward person during physical activities, and they were disappointed. 

they were all nice enough to not say it that way, ofcourse. but you knew, and that made you rather reluctant to be with someone. when you explained to joshua your doubts — on your very first date, no less — his response left you a little breathless.

(“oh? you’re shy in bed?”, a tender smile graced his lips, wickedness hinting in his eyes, “that’s alright, sweetheart. i can be explicit enough for both of us”. his eyes gentled a little at your furious blush, “and i don’t expect you to be someone you’re not”.)

you’ve thought about that response a lot — until the first time you made out with him. then you thought about how joshua is a man of his word.

joshua’s hands gently squeeze your hips, bringing you back to the present, where you sit on his throbbing cock, his face reflecting saintly patience while he waits for you to move. he’s being marvelously accommodating, as always — simply waiting until you feel comfortable taking charge. 

his eyes tell a slightly different story, though — still gentle, but glinting with anticipation and a hint of desperation.

you squeeze around his cock and you want to move, you do — but you need something more, you need an edge to slice through your haze. 

you know what you want, now you just need to say it.

or maybe not. maybe you can just show it.

your fingers reach down to touch his hand, lightly pulling at his fingers. he gives in easily, letting you place his index finger on the tip of your breast. you move another finger to the other side of your nipple, and press the two fingers together in a clumsy, rather off-place pinch. 

but he gets it. the brilliant man — he gets it. 

“ah, baby”, his fingers come to life, lightly rolling your nipple while the other hand comes to your other breast, mimicking the motion, “pretty girl wants some pain, mm?”

you bite your lip against a moan that manages to escape anyway, nodding emphatically at his words. he looks the picture of delight as he pinches your nipples — much, much lighter than you want him to — and you whimper out his name, your cunt clenching his cock almost painfully. 

he inhales a sharp breath in response, whispering fuck before composing himself and directing his focus to you again. 

he pinches again, a little harder this time. at your desperate moan, he murmurs, “harder?”

yes, yes, yes.

he must’ve seen the response on your face, for he does it again — this time holding his fingers, for one, two, three seconds — and then you lose count, lost in the sensation. 

“i’m so proud of you, sweetheart”, he murmurs in your ear, lips brushing the corner of your cheek, “such a good girl, telling me what you want”.

he pulls your nipple, maintaining the pressure, and you almost sob out in ecstasy. 

“such a good girl”, he twists the sensitive buds, and you almost scream, your clit throbbing from the need to release, “and good girls deserve to come, mm?”

his fingers release your nipples then, and you almost protest at the lack of sensations — before blood rushes into the buds, the pulsing sensations almost as heady as the insistent pinches.

you’re only slightly aware of his hands moving on your body, until they find their intended location — one finger circling your clit, one big hand easily spanning your throat. not applying any pressure, just staying there, feeling your running pulse. 

the finger on your clit is insistent on getting you over the edge. joshua knows how to tease you well — he can do it for hours — and he’s not interested in teasing you now. 

distantly, you notice his composure fraying as you come apart around his cock, his voice getting hoarse and he murmurs praises in your ear, his muscles straining to stay still as you writhe on his lap.

you’re still pulsing emphatically when he gives in, his hands coming to rest on your hips again as he thrusts his hips up. all traces of finesse are gone now, there’s just desperation as he falls apart in what feels like seconds, his thrusts only extending your orgasm as your combined groans echo through the walls of the room.

when you come back to reality, joshua is slumped against the headboard, his hands resting on your back as your chest rests against his, the familiar scent of sex and sweat and joshua hitting your senses. 

he looks at you from under lidded eyes when you pull back to look at him, his face full of adoration and languid satisfaction. you suspect you wear the same expression.

“for someone so pretty, joshie”, you murmur, voice still hoarse from the strenuous moans, “you have a filthy mouth”.

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pairing: joshua x f!reader

word count: 920

contains: intercourse, breast play (reader likes pain), hand around throat (explicitly not choking)

a/n: just dropping this here and running away. tagging @junhui-recs because i can't think of anyone else who might like this (hi june! your tags are much appreciated :))

“it’s alright, baby. take your time”

joshua’s voice registers your mind through the haze of sensations you currently find yourself in, his tender words both tethering you to reality and threatening to drag you to the edge of it.

in the opinions of people who know you, you’re a take-charge person, marching through actions in life and giving minimal thought to hesitations when it comes to getting what you want. what your acquaintances don’t know, however, is that you’re not this person in bed — in contrast, you’re quite shy, almost unable to ask for what you want. 

unsurprisingly, this contrast has led to some tension in your past relationships. your partners expected — not unfairly — the similar forward person during physical activities, and they were disappointed. 

they were all nice enough to not say it that way, ofcourse. but you knew, and that made you rather reluctant to be with someone. when you explained to joshua your doubts — on your very first date, no less — his response left you a little breathless.

(“oh? you’re shy in bed?”, a tender smile graced his lips, wickedness hinting in his eyes, “that’s alright, sweetheart. i can be explicit enough for both of us”. his eyes gentled a little at your furious blush, “and i don’t expect you to be someone you’re not”.)

you’ve thought about that response a lot — until the first time you made out with him. then you thought about how joshua is a man of his word.

joshua’s hands gently squeeze your hips, bringing you back to the present, where you sit on his throbbing cock, his face reflecting saintly patience while he waits for you to move. he’s being marvelously accommodating, as always — simply waiting until you feel comfortable taking charge. 

his eyes tell a slightly different story, though — still gentle, but glinting with anticipation and a hint of desperation.

you squeeze around his cock and you want to move, you do — but you need something more, you need an edge to slice through your haze. 

you know what you want, now you just need to say it.

or maybe not. maybe you can just show it.

your fingers reach down to touch his hand, lightly pulling at his fingers. he gives in easily, letting you place his index finger on the tip of your breast. you move another finger to the other side of your nipple, and press the two fingers together in a clumsy, rather off-place pinch. 

but he gets it. the brilliant man — he gets it. 

“ah, baby”, his fingers come to life, lightly rolling your nipple while the other hand comes to your other breast, mimicking the motion, “pretty girl wants some pain, mm?”

you bite your lip against a moan that manages to escape anyway, nodding emphatically at his words. he looks the picture of delight as he pinches your nipples — much, much lighter than you want him to — and you whimper out his name, your cunt clenching his cock almost painfully. 

he inhales a sharp breath in response, whispering fuck before composing himself and directing his focus to you again. 

he pinches again, a little harder this time. at your desperate moan, he murmurs, “harder?”

yes, yes, yes.

he must’ve seen the response on your face, for he does it again — this time holding his fingers, for one, two, three seconds — and then you lose count, lost in the sensation. 

“i’m so proud of you, sweetheart”, he murmurs in your ear, lips brushing the corner of your cheek, “such a good girl, telling me what you want”.

he pulls your nipple, maintaining the pressure, and you almost sob out in ecstasy. 

“such a good girl”, he twists the sensitive buds, and you almost scream, your clit throbbing from the need to release, “and good girls deserve to come, mm?”

his fingers release your nipples then, and you almost protest at the lack of sensations — before blood rushes into the buds, the pulsing sensations almost as heady as the insistent pinches.

you’re only slightly aware of his hands moving on your body, until they find their intended location — one finger circling your clit, one big hand easily spanning your throat. not applying any pressure, just staying there, feeling your running pulse. 

the finger on your clit is insistent on getting you over the edge. joshua knows how to tease you well — he can do it for hours — and he’s not interested in teasing you now. 

distantly, you notice his composure fraying as you come apart around his cock, his voice getting hoarse and he murmurs praises in your ear, his muscles straining to stay still as you writhe on his lap.

you’re still pulsing emphatically when he gives in, his hands coming to rest on your hips again as he thrusts his hips up. all traces of finesse are gone now, there’s just desperation as he falls apart in what feels like seconds, his thrusts only extending your orgasm as your combined groans echo through the walls of the room.

when you come back to reality, joshua is slumped against the headboard, his hands resting on your back as your chest rests against his, the familiar scent of sex and sweat and joshua hitting your senses. 

he looks at you from under lidded eyes when you pull back to look at him, his face full of adoration and languid satisfaction. you suspect you wear the same expression.

“for someone so pretty, joshie”, you murmur, voice still hoarse from the strenuous moans, “you have a filthy mouth”.

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pairing: joshua x f!reader

word count: 920

contains: intercourse, breast play (reader likes pain), hand around throat (explicitly not choking)

a/n: just dropping this here and running away. tagging @junhui-recs because i can't think of anyone else who might like this (hi june! your tags are much appreciated :))

“it’s alright, baby. take your time”

joshua’s voice registers your mind through the haze of sensations you currently find yourself in, his tender words both tethering you to reality and threatening to drag you to the edge of it.

in the opinions of people who know you, you’re a take-charge person, marching through actions in life and giving minimal thought to hesitations when it comes to getting what you want. what your acquaintances don’t know, however, is that you’re not this person in bed — in contrast, you’re quite shy, almost unable to ask for what you want. 

unsurprisingly, this contrast has led to some tension in your past relationships. your partners expected — not unfairly — the similar forward person during physical activities, and they were disappointed. 

they were all nice enough to not say it that way, ofcourse. but you knew, and that made you rather reluctant to be with someone. when you explained to joshua your doubts — on your very first date, no less — his response left you a little breathless.

(“oh? you’re shy in bed?”, a tender smile graced his lips, wickedness hinting in his eyes, “that’s alright, sweetheart. i can be explicit enough for both of us”. his eyes gentled a little at your furious blush, “and i don’t expect you to be someone you’re not”.)

you’ve thought about that response a lot — until the first time you made out with him. then you thought about how joshua is a man of his word.

joshua’s hands gently squeeze your hips, bringing you back to the present, where you sit on his throbbing cock, his face reflecting saintly patience while he waits for you to move. he’s being marvelously accommodating, as always — simply waiting until you feel comfortable taking charge. 

his eyes tell a slightly different story, though — still gentle, but glinting with anticipation and a hint of desperation.

you squeeze around his cock and you want to move, you do — but you need something more, you need an edge to slice through your haze. 

you know what you want, now you just need to say it.

or maybe not. maybe you can just show it.

your fingers reach down to touch his hand, lightly pulling at his fingers. he gives in easily, letting you place his index finger on the tip of your breast. you move another finger to the other side of your nipple, and press the two fingers together in a clumsy, rather off-place pinch. 

but he gets it. the brilliant man — he gets it. 

“ah, baby”, his fingers come to life, lightly rolling your nipple while the other hand comes to your other breast, mimicking the motion, “pretty girl wants some pain, mm?”

you bite your lip against a moan that manages to escape anyway, nodding emphatically at his words. he looks the picture of delight as he pinches your nipples — much, much lighter than you want him to — and you whimper out his name, your cunt clenching his cock almost painfully. 

he inhales a sharp breath in response, whispering fuck before composing himself and directing his focus to you again. 

he pinches again, a little harder this time. at your desperate moan, he murmurs, “harder?”

yes, yes, yes.

he must’ve seen the response on your face, for he does it again — this time holding his fingers, for one, two, three seconds — and then you lose count, lost in the sensation. 

“i’m so proud of you, sweetheart”, he murmurs in your ear, lips brushing the corner of your cheek, “such a good girl, telling me what you want”.

he pulls your nipple, maintaining the pressure, and you almost sob out in ecstasy. 

“such a good girl”, he twists the sensitive buds, and you almost scream, your clit throbbing from the need to release, “and good girls deserve to come, mm?”

his fingers release your nipples then, and you almost protest at the lack of sensations — before blood rushes into the buds, the pulsing sensations almost as heady as the insistent pinches.

you’re only slightly aware of his hands moving on your body, until they find their intended location — one finger circling your clit, one big hand easily spanning your throat. not applying any pressure, just staying there, feeling your running pulse. 

the finger on your clit is insistent on getting you over the edge. joshua knows how to tease you well — he can do it for hours — and he’s not interested in teasing you now. 

distantly, you notice his composure fraying as you come apart around his cock, his voice getting hoarse and he murmurs praises in your ear, his muscles straining to stay still as you writhe on his lap.

you’re still pulsing emphatically when he gives in, his hands coming to rest on your hips again as he thrusts his hips up. all traces of finesse are gone now, there’s just desperation as he falls apart in what feels like seconds, his thrusts only extending your orgasm as your combined groans echo through the walls of the room.

when you come back to reality, joshua is slumped against the headboard, his hands resting on your back as your chest rests against his, the familiar scent of sex and sweat and joshua hitting your senses. 

he looks at you from under lidded eyes when you pull back to look at him, his face full of adoration and languid satisfaction. you suspect you wear the same expression.

“for someone so pretty, joshie”, you murmur, voice still hoarse from the strenuous moans, “you have a filthy mouth”.

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add a third

premise: you and your boyfriend jeonghan decide to invite a third into the bedroom. things happen. here are some blurbs.

pairing: f!reader x jeonghan x scoups/joshua/jun

word count: 700

contains: threesomes. blurb-specific warnings can be found in the respective section.

a/n: this isn't really spicy, just an idea i think about once in a while.

seungcheol

contains: oral (m receiving), discussion about hair pulling

“uh, uh”, jeonghan tuts, slapping seungcheol’s hand away, “she doesn’t like that”.

you barely catch the exchange through your half open eyes, your focus currently occupied by the activity of sucking seungcheol’s cock. you don’t think he meant to push your head down (he’s far too careful about consent to make assumptions). but you suppose watching you and jeonghan fuck drove seungcheol a little mindless. still, he doesn’t forget to apologize, letting out a breathless “sorry”, leading you to squeeze his hand in response.

good, you think, he needs to let go once in a while.

you do like your hair played with when you’re giving head — but it’s taken jeonghan a long time to perfect the exact routine, so you’re glad he told his friend off.

seungcheol lets out a whine, and you open your eyes to see jeonghan’s fingers lightly caressing his jaw, and seungcheol’s eyes fluttering shut in response.

“just be good and take it, mm?”, jeonghan murmurs soothingly, his eyes shifting to you momentarily and winking, “take what she’s giving you”.

joshua

contains: implied mirror stuff

“y’know”, jeonghan starts casually, his eyes fixed on your cunt, “i don’t think i’ve ever seen her so exposed”.

you really thought this would go differently. you had offered to suck off both jeonghan and joshua, and it had only taken them an exchanged look to refuse you.

(how they refused you was different, though. while jeonghan refused you straight-up, knowing that you wouldn’t be offended, joshua was a bit nicer. “not now, angel”, he had said, giving you an apologetic smile, “i think your boyfriend has other ideas”)

so here you are, snugly sitting between joshua’s legs while his hands hold your knees up. your boyfriend stands between your legs, his hands now smoothing over your inner thighs as you sigh in exasperation. both joshua and jeonghan know better than to think that you’re not into this — you’ve made it abundantly clear that you won’t put up with something you’re not into.

not to mention, jeonghan knows exactly how much you like being exposed.

“your boyfriend might be hypnotized”, joshua whispers none-too-subtly in your ear, “i’d make fun of him, but i can’t say i’ll have a different reaction”.

“you’d be on your knees”, jeonghan finally looks up to look at your face, while still addressing his friend, “she’s dripping”.

“i’d have to check for myself”, joshua responds, dropping a kiss under your ear.

jeonghan doesn’t reply to his friend. he looks at you, instead, following the object that you’re currently staring at — a full-size mirror, casually sitting in the corner of the room.

jun

contains: fingering (+ mild discomfort during it but nothing major)

“it’s okay, junnie”, jeonghan soothes, “she just likes something different”.

you nod at your boyfriend’s words, your hand reaching out to curve around jun’s cheek.

you can imagine jun’s confusion — you did ask to be fingered, and most people mean “fingering” to be “finger-fucking”. you don’t, though, and your words of discomfort alarmed jun — who stopped his actions immediately, watching silently as your boyfriend smoothed his hands over your arms.

“junnie, look, like this”, jeonghan lifts up his hand and shows a finger-curving motion, “she likes them to stay inside like this”.

jun doesn’t immediately push his fingers in, though, his eyes searching through your face for a confirmation that you still want this.

“go ahead”, you murmur, giving him a smile.

“wouldn’t it be better if —“

“jun, i want you to”, you say, louder this time, “i trust you, and i’ll tell you if i don’t like it”.

he stares at you for another moment before nodding, his fingers lightly circling your slit before pushing in slowly. keen eyes scan your face for any signs of discomfort before the fingers inside you move, slowly at first, then a little faster when you moan.

“moan” is probably not the right term. you always groan when you’re being fingered, loud and guttural.

“faster, jun, please”, you let out, your head tilting back to rest on jeonghan’s shoulder.

“no, baby, look at jun, mm?”, jeonghan coaxes you to lift up your head, both of you observing jun’s concentrated face, “he’s doing so well for you, mm?”

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contains: f!reader, hickeys, oral (almost -- f receiving)

a/n: honestly i could just write jeonghan saying things without any context

"jeonghan?"

it takes some (okay, a lot) of effort to make your voice sound even. jeonghan lets out a hum against your skin, not stopping his extremely slow descent down your body.

"do you mind speeding up?"

he looks up at that, his face morphing into a sly grin while smugness flashes through his eyes. you didn't want to give in, but it has been a long while since the two you have done this.

"missed me so much, mm?"

he makes his way down before you can answer, placing quick pecks down to the band of you underwear. then he looks up, eyes deliberately locked on yours, before taking the edge of your underwear between his teeth and slowly pulling it down.

it's a little awkward, and a little too slow, but fuck if it doesn't get you heated. the eyes focused on your face make you lose control for a second and your hips jerk up of their own accord, seeking friction.

and ofcourse, jeonghan notices.

"oh baby", he murmurs, letting the fabric go and watching as the elastic band hits your skin lightly, "so needy", his eyes shift to your cunt, "and so wet. i can see it"

your whimper brings his focus to your face, and a dilemma flashes through his eyes for a bare second before he hooks his fingers and takes your underwear off, seemingly done teasing you.

"hey", he moves up to kiss you, one hand framing your cheek, "i've got you", he places a gentle kiss on your cheek, "i missed you too".

you don't know what he saw on your face. maybe it was how you've been craving him since he stepped through your door today. or maybe it's a reminder of the distance the two of you had to endure the last few weeks, promising to make up for lost time.

whatever it is, you're glad he's getting a move on.

he moves back to lie between your legs, gently pushing them apart and placing kisses on your thighs. you hear your own moan before realizing that he's sucking a hickey on your inner thigh, his hand smoothing your other thigh as you gasp.

"sorry, baby", he murmurs when he's done, not even slightly apologetic, "couldn't help myself".

he parts your legs further before you can respond, his breathing quickening as he takes in how wet you are (and you can feel it too -- it's almost dripping).

"oh, pretty girl", he whispers, one finger reaching to fleetingly touch your clit before moving down to circle your entrance, "missed me here, mm?"

[venerex]

add a third

premise: you and your boyfriend jeonghan decide to invite a third into the bedroom. things happen. here are some blurbs.

pairing: f!reader x jeonghan x scoups/joshua/jun

word count: 700

contains: threesomes. blurb-specific warnings can be found in the respective section.

a/n: this isn't really spicy, just an idea i think about once in a while.

seungcheol

contains: oral (m receiving), discussion about hair pulling

“uh, uh”, jeonghan tuts, slapping seungcheol’s hand away, “she doesn’t like that”.

you barely catch the exchange through your half open eyes, your focus currently occupied by the activity of sucking seungcheol’s cock. you don’t think he meant to push your head down (he’s far too careful about consent to make assumptions). but you suppose watching you and jeonghan fuck drove seungcheol a little mindless. still, he doesn’t forget to apologize, letting out a breathless “sorry”, leading you to squeeze his hand in response.

good, you think, he needs to let go once in a while.

you do like your hair played with when you’re giving head — but it’s taken jeonghan a long time to perfect the exact routine, so you’re glad he told his friend off.

seungcheol lets out a whine, and you open your eyes to see jeonghan’s fingers lightly caressing his jaw, and seungcheol’s eyes fluttering shut in response.

“just be good and take it, mm?”, jeonghan murmurs soothingly, his eyes shifting to you momentarily and winking, “take what she’s giving you”.

joshua

contains: implied mirror stuff

“y’know”, jeonghan starts casually, his eyes fixed on your cunt, “i don’t think i’ve ever seen her so exposed”.

you really thought this would go differently. you had offered to suck off both jeonghan and joshua, and it had only taken them an exchanged look to refuse you.

(how they refused you was different, though. while jeonghan refused you straight-up, knowing that you wouldn’t be offended, joshua was a bit nicer. “not now, angel”, he had said, giving you an apologetic smile, “i think your boyfriend has other ideas”)

so here you are, snugly sitting between joshua’s legs while his hands hold your knees up. your boyfriend stands between your legs, his hands now smoothing over your inner thighs as you sigh in exasperation. both joshua and jeonghan know better than to think that you’re not into this — you’ve made it abundantly clear that you won’t put up with something you’re not into.

not to mention, jeonghan knows exactly how much you like being exposed.

“your boyfriend might be hypnotized”, joshua whispers none-too-subtly in your ear, “i’d make fun of him, but i can’t say i’ll have a different reaction”.

“you’d be on your knees”, jeonghan finally looks up to look at your face, while still addressing his friend, “she’s dripping”.

“i’d have to check for myself”, joshua responds, dropping a kiss under your ear.

jeonghan doesn’t reply to his friend. he looks at you, instead, following the object that you’re currently staring at — a full-size mirror, casually sitting in the corner of the room.

jun

contains: fingering (+ mild discomfort during it but nothing major)

“it’s okay, junnie”, jeonghan soothes, “she just likes something different”.

you nod at your boyfriend’s words, your hand reaching out to curve around jun’s cheek.

you can imagine jun’s confusion — you did ask to be fingered, and most people mean “fingering” to be “finger-fucking”. you don’t, though, and your words of discomfort alarmed jun — who stopped his actions immediately, watching silently as your boyfriend smoothed his hands over your arms.

“junnie, look, like this”, jeonghan lifts up his hand and shows a finger-curving motion, “she likes them to stay inside like this”.

jun doesn’t immediately push his fingers in, though, his eyes searching through your face for a confirmation that you still want this.

“go ahead”, you murmur, giving him a smile.

“wouldn’t it be better if —“

“jun, i want you to”, you say, louder this time, “i trust you, and i’ll tell you if i don’t like it”.

he stares at you for another moment before nodding, his fingers lightly circling your slit before pushing in slowly. keen eyes scan your face for any signs of discomfort before the fingers inside you move, slowly at first, then a little faster when you moan.

“moan” is probably not the right term. you always groan when you’re being fingered, loud and guttural.

“faster, jun, please”, you let out, your head tilting back to rest on jeonghan’s shoulder.

“no, baby, look at jun, mm?”, jeonghan coaxes you to lift up your head, both of you observing jun’s concentrated face, “he’s doing so well for you, mm?”

[venerex]

[22:35]

contains: f!reader, hickeys, oral (almost -- f receiving)

a/n: honestly i could just write jeonghan saying things without any context

"jeonghan?"

it takes some (okay, a lot) of effort to make your voice sound even. jeonghan lets out a hum against your skin, not stopping his extremely slow descent down your body.

"do you mind speeding up?"

he looks up at that, his face morphing into a sly grin while smugness flashes through his eyes. you didn't want to give in, but it has been a long while since the two you have done this.

"missed me so much, mm?"

he makes his way down before you can answer, placing quick pecks down to the band of you underwear. then he looks up, eyes deliberately locked on yours, before taking the edge of your underwear between his teeth and slowly pulling it down.

it's a little awkward, and a little too slow, but fuck if it doesn't get you heated. the eyes focused on your face make you lose control for a second and your hips jerk up of their own accord, seeking friction.

and ofcourse, jeonghan notices.

"oh baby", he murmurs, letting the fabric go and watching as the elastic band hits your skin lightly, "so needy", his eyes shift to your cunt, "and so wet. i can see it"

your whimper brings his focus to your face, and a dilemma flashes through his eyes for a bare second before he hooks his fingers and takes your underwear off, seemingly done teasing you.

"hey", he moves up to kiss you, one hand framing your cheek, "i've got you", he places a gentle kiss on your cheek, "i missed you too".

you don't know what he saw on your face. maybe it was how you've been craving him since he stepped through your door today. or maybe it's a reminder of the distance the two of you had to endure the last few weeks, promising to make up for lost time.

whatever it is, you're glad he's getting a move on.

he moves back to lie between your legs, gently pushing them apart and placing kisses on your thighs. you hear your own moan before realizing that he's sucking a hickey on your inner thigh, his hand smoothing your other thigh as you gasp.

"sorry, baby", he murmurs when he's done, not even slightly apologetic, "couldn't help myself".

he parts your legs further before you can respond, his breathing quickening as he takes in how wet you are (and you can feel it too -- it's almost dripping).

"oh, pretty girl", he whispers, one finger reaching to fleetingly touch your clit before moving down to circle your entrance, "missed me here, mm?"

[venerex]

omg wait you should assign some of ur moots to svt members... like personality wise or just who you see them connecting with

ok wait this is gonna be sooo predictable if i’m tryna set them up but let’s goo

seungcheol: @femapples that’s Her Man

jeonghan: @venerex feels right yk

jun: @userwoosan (one of the) most unserious member(s)… draw what conclusions you will

hoshi: @gimmeurtmi horanghae etc etc

woozi: ahem @sluttywoozi

dk: @onlyseokmins it’s only right

mingyu: @svtcoffeeshop you can put that man in his place

minghao: @sluttyminghao self-explanatory

seungkwan: @hoshzone gotta have the big brains together

vernon: @fuckvernon she’d murder me if i didn’t put them together

dino: @bitchlessdino you can make him unbitchless… bitchful if you will

saving wonshua for myself bc i’m both selfish and delusional

[venerex]

angel

pairing: jeonghan x f!reader, joshua x reader

word count: 1.2k

contains: threesome, intercourse, cockwarming, orgasm denial

a/n: i have no words. is this good? who knows. did the idea come and sit in my brain? yes, so here we are. hi @starlightjoong!

"want shua to touch you, baby?"

jeonghan whispers knowingly in your ear, his words spoken lowly so they don't reach his friend.

you never thought that a confession you made in post-sex haze would lead to the situation you're currently in. you had told your boyfriend that you wanted to try being watched while the two of you had sex, but you didn't think jeonghan would actually do anything about it - while he's not the possessive type, he's never given any indication that he might be open to letting someone take a look at your bedroom activities. it seems that his bandmate joshua is an exception to that.

he had brought the idea up to you two nights ago, making sure you knew that you could refuse without anyone being offended. it had taken you only a few minutes of thinking to agree - after all, what could go wrong? both of you trusted joshua, and he was only going to watch jeonghan fuck you.

it also doesn't hurt that you've always thought joshua was hot, a fact that your boyfriend is very aware of.

so now you sit on jeonghan's lap with his cock in you, his lips sucking hickeys on your neck while joshua watches from a chair in the corner of the room. usually, jeonghan would edge you with his cock inside you until you're almost sobbing (he used to worry about being too harsh, until you explicitly reassured him that you really did like the sting of denial). it seems that's his plan for today as well, with one exception - your back is resting on his chest, your front facing joshua.

your voyeor has been silent till now - only giving you brief smiles when you look at him for a second too long. you might've thought that he was unaffected by the sight of you fucked out on jeonghan's cock, if it wasn't for the noticeable bulge in his sweatpants.

"do you mind?", you turn your face slightly towards jeonghan, meeting his dark eyes.

"no, baby, i don't", his lips touch your cheek, "i'm still going to fuck you, aren't i?", he grins at your dumb nod, "why don't you ask him, baby?"

"shua", you call out, growing slightly bashful under his answering smile, "can you touch me?"

joshua's eyes wander to your boyfriend's face, and he gets up a second later - easily lifting his chair with one hand and situating it in front of you. you clench at the sight of his biceps flexing, and you feel jeonghan's breath on your neck as he snickers.

"she likes how strong you are", jeonghan answers joshua's questioning glance, much to your mortification.

"thank you, angel", joshua makes himself comfortable on the chair, his eyes glinting slightly as he cups your cheek, "can i touch you?"

his hands touch your thighs the moment you whisper a yes, please, fingers of one hand inching to your cunt while the other rubs circles on your skin. he gives a silent nod in response to jeonghan's "stop when i say, shua", before a finger touches your clit.

contrary to your expectations, joshua isn't hesitant with his touches. his finger rubs tight circles on your clit at a fast pace, his eyes fixed on your face, repeating a motion that gets you to moan particularly loudly. you can feel jeonghan's breathing quicken as he nips at your ear lightly, occasionally praising you, his arms around your stomach tightening slightly. you get close to your high soon enough - and jeonghan knows, he's all too familiar with how you clench when you're about to come.

"shua, stop", jeonghan's clear voice makes joshua retrieve his hand at once, and you feel your orgasm ripping away from you. your legs close instinctively and your eyes roll as you tip your head back - denial is always stronger with your boyfriend's length in you.

"shh, it's okay, baby", jeonghan's hands reach down to pry your legs apart, "won't you let shua see how you clench around my cock? look at how much he likes it".

you open your eyes to see joshua's eyes fixated at your cunt, one hand lightly palming his erection. you look away from his crotch with slight discomfort - you've never seen anyone except jeonghan touch themselves in front of you.

"shua", joshua looks up at jeonghan's stern tone, removing his hand at once and looking at you apologetically. oh. jeonghan must've told him about this before.

"sorry, angel", he reaches out a hand to hold yours, "won't happen again".

he smiles at your soft "it's okay", lifting your hand to press a soft kiss on your knuckles. his lips are soft, you think, i wonder how they would feel on mine.

"you wanna kiss shua, baby?"

you don't know if you love or hate how well yoon jeonghan knows you.

"it's okay, i don't mind", there he goes again, answering a question you haven't asked yet.

well, yeah. you kind of do want to kiss joshua.

"can we?", you ask meekly, giving him a bashful smile.

"my pleasure, angel", he kisses the corner of your mouth, "you're so pretty. jeonghan is a lucky guy".

you barely manage to let out a giggle at jeonghan's "damn right i am" before joshua's lips meet your in a sweet kiss. his tongue slowly traces your lower lip before entering your mouth, both of you moaning into the kiss when it does.

you weave one hand into joshua's hair while the other one rests on top of jeonghan's, his answering kiss on your forehead making you clench.

"touch her, shua"

joshua pulls back, his fingers reaching down to ghost over your clit.

"want me to touch you here?", his lips brush over yours, "make you come?"

"please", you gasp when jeonghan pinches your nipple, "please, shua".

joshua skims over your inner thigh while you whine, not yet touching you where you want him to.

"he's a tease, isn't he?", you can hear jeonghan's smile, "not much of a gentleman now".

"i'm always a gentleman to pretty girls", you barely register joshua's cheeky words before his fingers touch your clit, rubbing tight circles.

joshua kisses you again, his mouth covering your moans, his touch relentless on your sensitive clit. you can feel jeonghan tensing as your muscles tighten helplessly around his cock, only spurred on by the praises he whispers slightly breathlessly into your ear.

you explode soon enough, your eyes rolling back as your legs close yet again - but this time you feel both jeonghan's and joshua's hands push them apart. joshua has stopped kissing you now, his praises of "pretty angel" mixing in with jeonghan's "good girl" in your ear.

"okay?", jeonghan turns your head slightly to meet your eyes, smiling softly when you murmur a yes.

you turn to look at joshua leaning back on the chair, his eyes scanning your face, a gentle smile on his slightly swollen lips.

"i think shua has had his fun now, baby", jeonghan thrusts his cock up, and your whine fills up the room, "let's show him how well you take me, mm?"

[venerex]

Joshua Hong Fic Recs — onlyseokmins edition 🔞

Full disclaimer, I cheated and just went through my #ez.reads tag so I suppose I will make other member's this way if people want me to and continue to add stories when I have the time! These can all be found under my Joshua tag however pls note these are specially Joshua ONLY and do not include stories that feature other members and are ALL SMUT so minors dni! Finally, don't forget to give these writers some well-deserved love, gratitude, appreciation, and a reblog 💖 I promise I'll read more shua fics jskdkdjd

@onlymingyus

imagine

@venerex

Got It Bad

11:42

23:41

Polka-Dots

Strawberry

@httplastic

Missed Me?

@peachybun-bun

Wound Up

@wonwussy

Perfect Gentleman

@heartkyeom

Fine Line

@jeongwife

imagine

@shuacore

imagine

@duhnova

Steamy

@wonuhour

Soft Hotel Hours

Boyfriend Headcanons

@multi-kpop-fanfics

Fall From Grace

Deer Hybrid

@seungkwansphd

Sit Down

@bitchlessdino

Plush

@cheolism

Gentlemen Do It In Cars

@onlyhuis

Cranberry Concoctions

[venerex]

masterlists

masterlist i

masterlist ii (current)

[venerex]

masterlist ii

legend

[🔹] historical au

[ ☘️ ] gender neutral reader

SEVENTEEN

jeonghan

22:35

woozi

success

[venerex]

success

pairing: woozi x f!reader

word count: 470

contains: intercourse (assume protected)

a/n: this idea was not originally meant for woozi, but i'm in a woozi mood these days

“i — i don’t think i’m doing this right”

the words leave your mouth in a hoarse whisper, as your fingertips dig into jihoon shoulders, your hips moving of their own accord while jihoon’s strong hands clutch your waist.

your boyfriend and you have a good (great) thing going in bed. the two of you are really into making out, and when you do have sex — it’s always in simple missionary. neither of you think it’s a problem, but maybe trying out another position is a good idea after half a year of dating.

riding seemed like the most obvious choice — still pretty conventional and simple, and the visual was enough to get you both on board. even then, both of you read plenty of tips on the internet on how to execute it safely and properly.

which brings you to the present — clinging on to jihoon’s frame while his cock throbs inside you, light whimpers leaving your lips as you try to remember some of the many tips you had read on sex blogs earlier. his cock hit a specific sensitive spot while you were trying to ride him, and now you’re just sitting fucked out in your boyfriend’s lap, grinding shallowly and seeking friction in that spot.

he doesn’t seem to mind.

“it’s okay”, he murmurs, his thumb running circles on your skin, “does it feel good, mm?”

his reassuring tone does something to you, and you moan in response.

one of jihoon’s hands smooths over your thigh, and you barely register it before his finger seeks out your clit, lightly touching.

“you didn’t answer, baby”, the circles on your clit quicken, and you hear the hitch in his breath as you clench around his cock, “do you like sitting on my cock?”

“jihoon”, you moan, and he hums questioningly, “yes, yes”.

he doesn’t say anything then, choosing to bury his face in your neck, leaving wet kisses down the column as you approach your high, spasming around his cock. distantly, you can hear his groans against your skin, and feel his hands hold on to you tighter as you let go, your hands wounding in his hair, keeping him close.

it’s a couple of minutes before you open your eyes. you pull back a little from jihoon’s frame and he hums in protest, his eyes fluttering open in response, the ends of his mussed up hair almost covering the sated orbs. then it hits you —

“wait”, you clear your throat, and jihoon looks at you attentively, “did you come?”

“uh, yeah”, you can see the slight blush on his skin despite the dim lights in the room, and you’re sure he would scratch his head if he wasn’t so intent on holding you close, “felt great”.

“yeah?”, your fingers brush back his hair, “guess it was a success, then”.

[venerex]

strawberry

pairing: joshua x gn!reader

contains: intercourse (assume protected)

a/n: am i writing this in the hopes that it tires me out enough so i can sleep? yes, yes i am. also i meant for this to be something totally different, but oh well.

"oh, god", you whimper, "please move".

"not my name, baby", joshua's reply is slightly breathless, "atleast get it right when i'm fucking you".

it's a joke he's made a hundred times before, but a smile still peaks through the groan you let out. dork.

"you're not fucking me at the moment", you manage to sound not too whiny, "fucking involves movement".

you're not generally this needy, you swear. but it's been a while since the two of you have done anything, and for some reason your boyfriend just wants to stay inside you for a bit. completely still...... apart from the throbbing of his cock, which is slowly driving you crazy.

"not yet", he smiles so sweetly that his eyes crinkle, and it takes you back to the curve of his lips when the two of you shared strawberry ice-cream on your first date, "give me a minute. let me feel you".

it's been way more than a minute. but you let it go, partly because he's so visibly in love with you that it hurts, and partly because you're so down bad for him that you're sure you'll agree to sharing strawberry ice-cream with him again -- just like this, with his cock throbbing inside you.

actually, that doesn't seem like such a bad idea.

the thought makes you clench, and joshua lets out a groan at the feeling, his cock nestling deeper inside you somehow.

"cheeky", he chides through a grin.

"i didn't mean to, i swear", your words spill out when he looks at you disbelievingly, "i just thought how --"

saying it is harder than thinking it.

"yes?", joshua's hum is low, inviting.

"i wouldn't mind sharing an ice-cream with you like this"

joshua blinks, clearly surprised by your response. then he smiles that devastating smile again, and you're falling in love again.

he pulls his cock out slightly and pushes back in, finally moving. through his moans, he asks:

"strawberry?"

[venerex]

title under construction

pairing: jeonghan x f!reader

word count: 580

contains: fingering (kind of), reader has been very stressed in the last week

a/n: not entirely sure what happened here. yes, reader is me, i've been stressed.

“fighting for dominance” is one of the worst lines erotica authors have come up with, and yet, you can’t think of a better one to describe your current situation with jeonghan.

maybe “teasing till one of you breaks”? no, that doesn’t have the same catchiness. “getting the other one to trip up”? no, that’s not it either. “racing to — “

the fingers on your tongue press down slightly, and you hold back a moan. jeonghan’s smirk deepens as you suck his fingers, the blown-out look in his eyes matching yours.

later. you can come up with an elegant alternative later. it’s hard to use your linguistic abilities when you’re engaged in a competition with your boyfriend, trying to see whose eyes roll back first.

well, hey! that’s a good alternative —

the pads of his fingers press down again, and you almost lose it and moan. almost.

it’s an old game between the two of you — one without explicit declarations and consequences. neither of you enjoy holding a win over the other’s head, but both of you enjoy winning — enjoy making each other lose it.

it’s been a while since you’ve played it. the stress from your thesis ruined any thoughts of sex in your mind almost as soon as they occurred, and your boyfriend played an almost angelic role in your life in that time — taking care of you, and keeping you sane. it’s only today, when the change in your supervisor got confirmed, that your libido had a resurgence.

and it seems that jeonghan wasn’t far behind you in the train of sexual frustration, for it had taken only one (1) look from you after dinner, and the two of you were making out on your shared bed. you had pushed his fingers in your mouth at some point with a playful smile on your face, and his eyes had shined at the challenge. he likes getting his fingers (and his cock, for that matter) sucked, and you like them pressing down your tongue.

the hand on your thigh moves up to touch the hem of your shirt, lightly tracing the fabric before his fingers slip in to caress the skin underneath. the fleeting touch is accompanied by the gentleness in his eyes, and you can almost hear the words “it’s okay, i’m here” leave is smiling lips.

any other day, and you would smile back — but it’s been a hard week, and the jeonghan’s tenderness is enough for you to let go. your eyes roll back as you whimper around his fingers, greedily sucking as they push in further, his groan of approval only spurring you on.

sometimes it’s fun to lose.

“it’s been a long week, mm?”, he murmurs, his hand moving down your thigh, then further down till his finger presses down your core lightly, “baby’s been so frustrated, mm?”

“jeonghan”, you gasp when he takes the fingers out of your mouth, tracing them down to the band of your sweats before slipping underneath, “i — “

your words are cut off by a sharp moan as his wet fingers find your clit, his touch so light that you have to hold yourself back from grinding against his hand.

“it’s okay, pretty girl”, he whispers, his lips almost touching yours as his fingers rub your clit, “i’ll take care of you, mm?”

[venerex]

title under construction

pairing: jeonghan x f!reader

word count: 580

contains: fingering (kind of), reader has been very stressed in the last week

a/n: not entirely sure what happened here. yes, reader is me, i've been stressed.

“fighting for dominance” is one of the worst lines erotica authors have come up with, and yet, you can’t think of a better one to describe your current situation with jeonghan.

maybe “teasing till one of you breaks”? no, that doesn’t have the same catchiness. “getting the other one to trip up”? no, that’s not it either. “racing to — “

the fingers on your tongue press down slightly, and you hold back a moan. jeonghan’s smirk deepens as you suck his fingers, the blown-out look in his eyes matching yours.

later. you can come up with an elegant alternative later. it’s hard to use your linguistic abilities when you’re engaged in a competition with your boyfriend, trying to see whose eyes roll back first.

well, hey! that’s a good alternative —

the pads of his fingers press down again, and you almost lose it and moan. almost.

it’s an old game between the two of you — one without explicit declarations and consequences. neither of you enjoy holding a win over the other’s head, but both of you enjoy winning — enjoy making each other lose it.

it’s been a while since you’ve played it. the stress from your thesis ruined any thoughts of sex in your mind almost as soon as they occurred, and your boyfriend played an almost angelic role in your life in that time — taking care of you, and keeping you sane. it’s only today, when the change in your supervisor got confirmed, that your libido had a resurgence.

and it seems that jeonghan wasn’t far behind you in the train of sexual frustration, for it had taken only one (1) look from you after dinner, and the two of you were making out on your shared bed. you had pushed his fingers in your mouth at some point with a playful smile on your face, and his eyes had shined at the challenge. he likes getting his fingers (and his cock, for that matter) sucked, and you like them pressing down your tongue.

the hand on your thigh moves up to touch the hem of your shirt, lightly tracing the fabric before his fingers slip in to caress the skin underneath. the fleeting touch is accompanied by the gentleness in his eyes, and you can almost hear the words “it’s okay, i’m here” leave is smiling lips.

any other day, and you would smile back — but it’s been a hard week, and jeonghan’s tenderness is enough for you to let go. your eyes roll back as you whimper around his fingers, greedily sucking as they push in further, his groan of approval only spurring you on.

sometimes it’s fun to lose.

“it’s been a long week, mm?”, he murmurs, his hand moving down your thigh, then further down till his finger presses down your core lightly, “baby’s been so frustrated, mm?”

“jeonghan”, you gasp when he takes the fingers out of your mouth, tracing them down to the band of your sweats before slipping underneath, “i — “

your words are cut off by a sharp moan as his wet fingers find your clit, his touch so light that you have to hold yourself back from grinding against his hand.

“it’s okay, pretty girl”, he whispers, his lips almost touching yours as his fingers rub your clit, “i’ll take care of you, mm?”