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All Bark and No Bite - 13

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Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Chapter Warnings: afab/fem reader, Smut, protected p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, mild anal play, grinding, thiago riding, spanking, choking, biting, kissing, violence, blood, cursing, misogyny, sexism, Dom!Seungmin, Possessive!seungmin, Possessive!Reader, Soft!Han, reader gets called puppy (a lot), crying,name calling , fluff, angst, Lee know once again being a dick.

WC: 8.3k

There was a wetness that was traveling up the side of your shoulder that woke you up that morning, a little squeaky ‘mwah’ following each moist point of contact. You blearily opened your eyes, catching the sun shining through the thick nylon of the tent and forgetting where you were for a second.

Before the mild panic could set in, you were hushed from a body next to you, “Shhh baby, you’re alright my sweet girl.” It was Jisung, he had a softness to his tone you hadn’t heard before.

“Ji?” You asked, delirious from sleep and turning your head to look at him through half closed eyes.

“Mmhmm” He hummed, continuing his smooches along your shoulder and trailing up to your neck.

You immediately relaxed, closing your eyes and letting out a sleepy sigh. “Wha are ya doin?”

“Jus’ missed you is all.” He replied, his warm hands digging under the blankets you were buried under and finding the skin of your waist. “Annnnd maybe I was feeling a little needy for my baby.”

“Mm. Where’s Channie?” You felt his fingers drumming on your skin, finding your hip and giving it little taps.

“Hyung is clearing up the stuff down by the beach with the others. He wanted to let you sleep.” His kisses were turning into nips and sucks as he got closer to your jaw line. You let him move his hand ever further south, resting in the waistband of your sweats.

“Hmph” You grunted, “ this is letting me sleep huh?”

“We all have to make sacrifices sometimes, baby.” He tilted your face to meet his, his eyes half lidded with need. “ I needed you.” Jisungs wet lips found yours with a whimper. You melted into his kiss, breathing a sleepy sigh of content. It’s honestly crazy how he hadn’t kissed you for real until right now. Kissing him was exhilarating. You had hoped he had wanted you but now you could feel how bad he craved you though his lips, a mashing of teeth and tongue, as if he was trying to devour you. You were sure you would never forget the tang of his natural taste, it being reminiscent of Sunny D in that sense.

You gave a low whine when the beta wandered his fingers further into your sweats and into your panties. He didn’t delve his fingers in, just gave you more taps on the flesh that was quickly dampening for him.

“Fuck my baby, need to hear you make that noise again.” He muttered against your wet lips. The beta could smell your arousal filling the tent, leaking through the pores in the nylon fabric. He hoped to be covered in it. Wanted it to seep into his skin.

Jisungs fingers swiped through your accumulating slick, both of you groaning at the feeling.

“Ji, we can’t umm, we can’t do it right now… I don’t think we have any.. Protection.” You managed to get out bashfully, finding it incredibly hard to stay strong on the matter. But you were not about to have a repeat of Chan's fury.

“Shh my baby, I know. Jus’ wanna make my girl feel good, is all.” His mouth reattached to yours and his nimble digits circled up to your clit after collecting some of your slick. “Mm so fucking wet, nnngh.” He started to whine as he bucked his clothed pelvis into your covered form, unable to stop the motion.

The beta rubbed harshly on your bundle of nerves, panting as he took in your little squeaks and whimpers of pleasure, finding it addictive. Craving more and more. His little grinds only increased when he parted from your clit and plunged a finger into you, feeling your tightness surround his digit.

“Sungie” you moaned at the intrusion, eyes clenched shut. You had heard he played guitar so you figured he must be good with his hands but fuck.

He wanted to cry at how sweet you sounded when you whined his name. Ji used his other hand that wasn’t buried in you to rip the blankets off your quickly overheating body then he pulled your bottoms down so he could get better access to you.

The sight of your drooling pussy and glassy eyes riddled with sleep and lust, pushed him over the edge, and he came untouched in his sweats. “Fuuuuck my baby, prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, oh my fucking god, so perfect, the best omega in the whole world I swear to god.” He rambled as he came, shoving a second finger in and bringing his other to circle your sensitive nub.

You felt your high approaching, all it took was for him to curl against your special spot inside of you for you to let go. This one felt a little different from the rest that you’ve had before. When you came there was a release, and a flood of your essence shot out of you, soaking both Jisungs hands and the blankets beneath you. You were crying in pleasure at the feeling. “Ji, Jisung oh my gooood, fuck ahhhh.”

He moaned loudly when you squirted on his hand, “What the fuck oh my fuck thats so hot.”

The beta worked you through your high, only stopping his thrusting when you weakly grabbed his wrist. You were panting so hard, your lungs were on fire. He didn’t give you much time to catch your breath, though. When he pulled his soaking fingers out of your hole, he was mesmerized by the shine coating his skin. You watched as he shakily brought the same hand up to his own mouth, and put the dripping digits on his tongue.

Jisung moaned and screwed his eyes shut at the sensation of your slick on his taste buds. “Fuck I need to taste you properly.”

Before you even registered what he meant, Ji leaned over and buried his face between your thighs, immediately running his tongue through your folds.

“Ji too sensitive!” You tried to pull him back despite your moans, pulling at his hair but he only whined into you and made a slurping sound. It was positively filthy. It made your head spin and your brain fuzzy.

He only stopped once he had his fill of the goodness between your legs. When Ji pulled back the whole bottom half of his face was covered in your slick and his pupils were blown up so big they encompassed his entire eye.

He took in your fucked out expression as he licked his lips, not willing to let even a drop go to waste. He always knew he was a munch but it had never been truer until this particular moment. Jisung already longed to suckle your nectar from you once more, even though he was there seconds beforehand.

Instead of acting on his urges, he pulled your sweats back up over your hips and gave you another wet kiss. You could taste yourself in his mouth and it made you shiver. Your own hand slowly made its way to his crotch but he caught your hand before you could grab at it.

You pulled away from his kiss in confusion.”Do you not want me to make you feel good too?”

His cheeks were bright red and he wouldn’t meet your eyes. “Don’t worry about that, baby. I already got mine.” It took you a second to realize what he meant, until your eyes dropped to the wet patch that was starting to appear through his sweats.

“Oh.” you giggled, trying not to embarrass him. It was honestly flattering that he came in his pants just by touching you.

“Next time I’ll hold out for you, promise.” He had a dopey grin as you kissed him again. He was just too precious.

A voice from outside the tent startled you both, “If you two are done fucking in there, breakfast is heating up then we’re gonna hit the road, so it sure would be swell if we could pack up this tent.” Minho.

You covered your face with your hands, as Jisung screeched, “We were not fucking in here, you twat!”

“Wow, someone woke up on the right side of the tent this morning.” Hyunjin eyed both you and Jisung when you crawled out of the tent a few minutes later. Jisung still had that dopey grin on his face and you had that sex glow you get after you cum. Hyunjin would know, he’s made you do it.

“Morning Jinnie.” You smiled at him and leaned up to kiss him. He returned your kiss briefly, before pulling away and pressing a kiss to your nose, causing you to giggle. Jisung skirted off, (you assumed to change his pants).You looked around and noticed most of the camp was already put up. Wow, that was a really quick camping trip. You can't fault them, though. It was pretty impromptu. You noticed every milling about, picking up, except Felix and Chan. “Where’s Lix and Channie?”

Hyunjin grimaced, “Well, uhh, the hormones you release when your uh, releasing, is a little too much for Felix when he knows he’s not allowed to touch you or anything, so he had to separate himself for a while. He stormed back to the beach and Hyung followed after him.”

Your eyes found the trail to the beach and with a mind of their own your feet were marching towards it with purpose. You were worried Chan was being mean to Felix and your omega needed to comfort the beta. Hyunjin was shocked as you just took off out of his arms, and he didn’t know whether to stop you or let you go. Thankfully (or maybe not) he didn’t have to stop you.

Before you could register the presence behind you, a hand snatched your arm, keeping you from proceeding. “You’re not going down there, omega.” That was the harshest you’d ever heard Minhos voice, it made you gasp at how assertive he sounded.

You snapped your neck in his direction, fire lit in your soul at being told no, again. “And why not, Minho?”

His cold eyes stared into your fiery ones, “It’s not your place to interfere with the Alphas business. You’re staying right here with us.”

You both could feel the other five pack members watching the interaction, but neither of you gave a fuck right now.

“You’re not an alpha, you can’t make me do anything, Minho.” You challenged with a shaky voice.

His eye twitched and he tilted his head in a nearly menacing way, “ You wanna bet?”

Your nerves were slipping, unable to help the tremble of your bottom lip. “ Chan said I was the woman of the household. I think that's justification to go where I please.”

His grip on your arm tightened as he growled, “Yeah. You’re a woman. Not a man. Know your place.”

You gasped at the gall of his statement and tears sprung to your lash line. A sourness overtook your normally pleasant scent, cascading out of you in waves. “What the fuck is yo-”

“Ok! That’s enough of that!” Changbin was the one to break the tension, removing you from Minho who let you go instantly. The alpha took you in his arms and away from the beta. Minho scoffed as you were rescued, rolling his eyes and going back to his tasks.

“What is wrong with him?!” You were seething, trying to turn your head to glare but Changbin wasn’t having it.

“Nuh uh, baby. You just keep looking ahead, no need to get even more worked up.” He was trying to be as calming as possible, attempting to release soothing pheromones to alleviate the tension. He set you down on the open hatch of the truck bed.

Changbin may have been an alpha but his scent wasn’t as assertive as Chans so it was taking you longer to calm down, “Seriously Binnie, what the fuck is his problem?!”

He sighed, running this hand through your hair. “Baby, you can’t just challenge Min like that.”

You huffed in protest. You wanted to roll your eyes but thought better of it. “He started it”

Binnie chuckled, “It doesn’t matter who started it, baby. You gotta understand his position in the pack hierarchy. There’s a right and wrong way to handle things. Minho is the second in command in our pack, he is directly under Channie Hyung and that means he deserves the respect of someone in a position of power.”

Your lip was trembling again as more tears sprung to your eyes, and you let your head fall to face your lap. “When he said to ‘know my place’, he reminded me of my father. He would say that to me and my mother all the time.”

“Aww baby, come er.” Changbin cooed and pulled you into his chest as you cried. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it like your father did. It’s all politics, omega. He’s not quite used to being challenged like that. Especially not by our resident sweetheart.”

“Still hurts my feelings.” You grumbled, wiping your wet cheeks.

“Mm I know, baby. Let alpha make you feel better.” He began to pepper kisses all over your face, making a show with the loud smooch sounds. You couldn’t help but to giggle as your tears stopped.

“Ok ok! I feel better!” You laughed and tried to push him off. You hugged him when he finally stopped his kiss attack, nuzzling into his chest. “Thanks Binnie. You’re good at making me feel better.”

“I always got you, omega.” He pressed a final kiss to your lips then noticed a mass coming up from the beach trail. “Looks like things are ok over there too.” He flicked his head to make you turn your attention.

Coming up the trail was Chan, with Felix on his back. The alpha was giving a piggyback ride to the younger beta. Felix still had slightly puffy eyes as if he had been crying previously, but now he had a gentle grin as they entered camp. Felix said something in Chan's ear, making the alpha laugh as he set him down.

Able to pick up the rigidity in the camp, Chan’s eyes flitted around until they locked on yours. He had a questioning look on his face as he took in your puffy eyes then he sent a look to Changbin. The younger alpha lightly shook his head, his eyes flickering over to a tense Minho then back to Chans. Chan sucked his teeth and nodded back.

Chan set Felix down by the tents where Hyunjin and Jeongin were finishing packing them up and he made his way to you. Changbin gave you a swift kiss and backed away as Chan appeared, giving him a fist bump before going on his way.

“He’s fine, if you were wondering.” Chan pulled you into him, his chin resting on your head. “Just got himself a little worked up.”

“I was really worried for him..” you breathed out timidly. “I was scared you were, umm…”

“Oh I see, you were scared I was punishing Felix again, huh?” He murmured softly. You nodded in response. “My nurturing little omega just wanted to make it better?”

“Yeah, alpha” Your voice croaked, thick with more on coming tears. “But Min stopped me…He was so mean.”

“Mmm, I know baby. Ya know, I love how much you care about Lix and the other boys.” You nodded again. “Means you're a good omega. A perfect one for this pack.”

That made you purr in response, feeling vindicated.

“But,” Shit, nevermind.

“You gotta let your alpha handle things. Felix and I were only having a conversation, baby. I wasn’t punishing or scolding him. You would have felt pretty foolish storming over there in the middle of our heartfelt conversation, huh?”

Hmph “....maybe”

Chan laughed, rubbing your back and planting a kiss on your head, “And cut Min some slack, he can be a dick but he doesn’t mean it most of the time.”

“Ugghhhhh do I have tooooo?” you pouted dramatically.

“Yes, baby. Where’s my nice, forgiving omega, hm?” He was using his scent to persuade you.

“M’ right here.” You melted into him, showing your submission.

“There’s my girl.” Luckily with you pressed against him, you missed the sly smirk he sent Minho- who was balking at how easily he got you to calm down from across the campsite. “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too Channie.”

“Looks like we’re about ready to go. And I don’t know about you but I am ready for a shower.” He laughed.

You sniffled and pulled away from him, “Yeah you stink.”

He gasped dramatically, “maybe you’re not nice after all.” He hoisted you into his arms as you shrieked a laugh. He had you over his shoulder so you smacked his ass and in return he gave you one back then laid a bite into the side of your thigh, causing you to shriek again. “Let’s roll!” He called out to everyone else, who had just finished getting ready to depart. He sure did love efficiency.

The ride home felt like it went by way quicker than the journey there. Chan let you pick the music again and you both belted the words to every song together. He didn’t make fun of you when you did little dances to each one (ok maybe he poked fun a little bit). The alpha adored how goofy you could be, and how every day he gets to see more and more of who you are inside; not just what the omega traits gave you.

The truck pulled up to the house after the others had already arrived, and the pack was already moving everything back where it belonged. You had been bummed the trip had been so short, but now being back home you felt relieved, as if a weight had been lifted from you at no longer being stuck in the woods in a tense atmosphere.

After helping move some things and taking everyones dirty laundry into the washroom to be dealt with later, you all had gone for showers and naps. Some of them were still hungover from drinking too much (Jeongin and Felix mostly).

You went into Chans bathroom to find him already turning on the water, “Wanna shower with me, my love?”

You were hesitant to reply, remembering the last time you were in that shower together, and how you were punished.

He could tell you were apprehensive, “It’s just a regular shower, baby. Nothing scary this time, promise.” Chan held out his pinky to you, his eyes crinkling with his endearing grin. When he’s so cute like this, how could you deny him?

“Ok, Channie,” you looped pinkies with him, then you took off your clothes and joined him in the shower. He didn’t touch you sexually this time, and you were grateful for it. He didn’t think you would be ready for it in this particular shower, anyways. That doesn’t mean you didn’t get a smattering of smooches from him, though. Sometimes he can’t keep his lips to himself, he guessed he was like his pack brothers in that way when it comes to you.

Once you were cleansed and clothed - in Chans shirt and a pair of shorts, naturally - you padded down into the kitchen for a bottle of water. Jisung was already there, on his phone.

“Hi love bug.” he greeted you with a kiss. “ I'm ordering pizza, Bin has been complaining that he’s gonna ‘ die of starvation’ if he doesn’t get a supreme asap. What kind do you like?”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t say no to a hawaiian.” You sipped your drink you got from the fridge.

“Don’t let Hyung hear you say that.” You felt a hard pinch on your right ass cheek,

“Ow!”

“He hates pineapple on his pizza” Seungmin snickered, dodging your tiny fist. “My vote is only get hawaiian, really stir the pot in here.”

“Yeah that's what we need.” Jisung replied sarcastically. “Let’s not piss off the alphas please.”

“You’re no fun, Hannie”

“I am fun!”

At this point you made a swift exit out of the kitchen, staying out of the mini spat. “I swear, they fight like an old married couple.” you murmured.

“I heard that!”

“No you didn’t!” You called behind you.

You ventured into Chan's room to gather his and your laundry, then back down into the laundry room. You hadn’t realized how much it had built up in the last few days, so getting it done was a top priority for you.

It was about 40 minutes later and you were putting the second load in the washer when you heard a pounding at the door. It wasn’t a gentle knock but more like a rapid banging. You listened for a moment and didn’t hear anyone go to the door so you did. ‘Jeez the delivery man must be in a mood today.’ you thought cynically as you made your way to the entry.

You now heard harsh whispers coming from the door as you got closer.

“I told you it was done, Brynn. You can’t come around anymore.” Seungmin, but who was he talking too?

“You dump me over text and now you won’t even explain why! What kind of bullshit is that? It’s been a week of radio silence from you.” It was a woman's voice, shrill and whiny.

You could see Seungmins back as he addressed the girl at the door, and you could make out her blonde hair over his shoulder.

“We weren’t dating. You made it perfectly clear when we started hooking up you didn’t want a relationship. I don’t have to explain shit to you.” He was trying to keep his voice even, as if he really didn’t care. He probably didn’t. “What’s done is done, Brynn. Don’t act like a spoiled child just because you don’t get my dick wet anymore.”

The woman looked over his shoulder as you came into view, her catty eyes narrowed at you then at him. “Who the fuck is that?”

Minnie turned his head to catch a glimpse of you, before sighing and pointing away, “Baby go back to the living room with the boys.”

“Oh I get it now.” The woman, Brynn, let her nostrils flare as she zeroed in on you. “you left me for some omega whore.”

‘What the fuck did I do?’

“You don’t know shit.” He bit back at her, now getting fired up. You stepped closer to him despite his order to leave, now only about a foot away. This girl was starting to piss you off, and you already had enough rage leftover from your altercation this morning.

“No, I get it now.” She smirked evilly, “Look at the bruises on her legs, you guys are all sharing her huh?”

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know anything about our pack.” He growled at her, glaring daggers.

“What’s the matter? Mad I got it right? Maybe if you weren’t such a beta loser you could get your own girl, instead of sharing some used up who-” The beta woman didn’t get to finish her sentence before you ducked past Seungmin and slammed your fist right into her left cheek. “AHH what the hell!” she clutched her face as she screamed.

“Y/N!” Seungmin grabbed your waist pulling you back, he was instantly shocked by your behavior. And maybe a little turned on. “Don’t, she’s not worth it baby.”

“I’ll show you whos the fucking loser! Don’t you ever speak to him like that again!” You tried to swing your fists again but Minnie had already pulled you too far away.

“Seungmin control your fucking dog!” She snarled, still clutching her red cheek.

“Oh my god why is something always happening in this entry way?!” Jisung shrieked as he ran to see what was going on. Chan and Changbin were right behind him. Brynns scream must have alerted them all to trouble.

“Take her now!” Seungmin tried to hand you off to Chan but you gripped onto the door frame, refusing to let go.

“No! I’m not done with her!” You were raging, the angriest you had ever been.

“Omega let go now.” Chan used an alpha command on you, making you release instantly.

“That’s right, go back to your master.” Brynn sneered.

“Next time I see you, it’s on sight bitch! Count your days!” You screeched, pointing at her as you were hauled away.

As you were pulled through the house you could no longer see nor hear the commotion at the door. Chan knew Seungmin would be telling her off and making her leave. “What the fuck was that?” He set you on the couch then crouched to your eye level. “Did you hit her?”

You crossed your arms, a snarl still embedded on your face. “If you heard what she was saying you’d wanna hit her too.”

He sighed, running a hand down his face, “Omega, you-”

“No!” He gave you a hard stare for interrupting him. “Sorry, alpha.” you winced. “ But I couldn’t stand there and let her say that about him! Something came over me and I just had to protect him from her. I have never felt such raw adrenaline before, it’s kinda like I blacked out and before I knew it, my fist was on her face!”

“I get it baby, you needed to save your minnie from the mean girl.” You nodded. “And I bet you were still feeling the intensity from this morning huh?”

“Yes, alpha. I’m sorry.” You sighed, trying to let the emotions go but failing miserably.

“All I’m gonna say is, don’t make it a habit of hitting people. Only warning.” He kissed your head, “But she really did deserve it, that chick sucks.”

“You should have seen the look on the pizza guys face when he pulled up to Brynns ugly crying face! He looked horrified!” Han held the pizzas in his arms as he passed you on the way to the kitchen. “Also, super hot of you to hit her, baby.”

Chan groaned and you giggled, “Ji I’m in here actively trying to teach her violence is not ok, we don’t need your encouragement.”

“Oh lighten up, Hyung. That bitch deserves it.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” You agreed enthusiastically.

The alpha threw his hands up exasperated, before standing and stomping to the kitchen. He wouldn’t admit it but it was super hot seeing you all fired up like that. Seungmin and Changbin came in next. Changbin ruffled your hair, “Hey there, good job slugger.”

“Get off!” you pushed his hand away, laughing.

Seungmin was next to crouch in front of you, searching your face for any harm. When he found none there his eyes moved down and zeroed in on your hand, that had begun to bruise already from how hard you slammed it into the other woman's face.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t.” You admitted to him, shyness overtaking you under his scrutiny.

He scoffed, somewhat amused. “Clearly.” He grabbed your bruised hand and ran his thumb gently over the knuckles. When you hissed in discomfort, he brought the skin up to his mouth and gave it a tender kiss. “Next time, let me handle it.”

“As if,” you muttered with your own scoff. “I won’t let her or anyone else talk to you like that. You’re not her toy to treat like crap. You don’t belong to her.” You spat the last word like it left a bad taste in your mouth, and the beta noticed.

“Oh omega, is someone feeling a little… possessive over her Minnie, hm? You want me to belong to you instead?” He had his devilish grin on.

“No!” you protested, “...Maybe. Whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

He laid you on the couch with a shove, before climbing over you. You gasped and put your hand on his chest, eyes wide. “Don’t you worry about it, baby. As far as I’m concerned I’ve been yours since the spaghetti o’s.”

“Ugh don’t bring that up again.” you turned your head to avoid his eye contact and he took the opportunity to nip your neck. “Minnie get off!”

“Yeah get off her! The little savage needs some fuel to keep fighting for her men!” Seungmin was shoved off playfully by Changbin.

You could hear Chan yell from the kitchen, “No more fighting!”

“Yes more fighting!”

“Jisung, enough!”

“Ok ok, sorry.”

“Who’s fighting?” Jeongin ran in looking for the commotion.

“No one is fighting, Innie.” You replied, sitting up.

“Yeah, not anymore. You missed Baby smack the shit outta Brynn.” Changbin said eating a slice.

“Baby hit Brynn? No way she sucks!” Hyunjin entered now, trailed by a sleepy Felix.

The younger beta gave you a look of pure surprise, “For real, you actually hit her?”

“Uhh yeah, I did.” You felt sheepish now that they all knew.

“Wow. Our precious baby is showing us she’s not all bark and no bite huh?” he blinked away his shock, him too entering the kitchen.

Suddenly, a roar was heard from the head Alpha,

“Why does every pizza have pineapple?! Jisung?!”

“Oops!”

Lunch was filled with them all poking fun and teasing you for your altercation. Most praised you (making your brain short circuit) and told you how insanely hot they found it. One beta in particular couldn’t stop letting his imagination wander. He decided right then that he would give you a reward instead of punishing your behavior.

When you had all eaten you meandered back to your self appointed chore, telling them all to bring their laundry bins down and you would begin taking care of it. While you were folding some of the done pile, a figure came up behind you.

You shivered when he brushed your hair away from the side of your neck, and he placed the other hand on your hip under your shirt. “When you’re done here, come up to my room, omega.”

Seungmin’s voice was gravely as he lowered it to a whisper. He laid a light kiss to the skin of your neck, and you whimpered, nodding your head in agreement. “Mm, good girl.”

His hand traveled down to your butt, giving the cheek a single squeeze before he pulled away from you completely, and exited the room as if he was never even there.

You felt your breath return to you once he was gone, only now realizing you were holding it in the first place. With shaky hands you continued, wondering how the hell you were supposed to get anything done after that.

In actuality you managed to get another load in the dryer and finished folding the one you were working on within about an hour. You set the basket of folded clothes in Chans room, not expecting to see him chilling on his bed, playing on his phone. He smiled when you walked in, setting his phone down. “Hey baby, are you gonna come snuggle with me?” he held his hand out for you.

“Umm,” you grabbed his hand but didn’t sit. “Minnie kinda asked me to go to his room already..”

“Oh, I see.” He smirked cheekily, “Well before you go take one of these,” he reached over and handed you a little packet of pills. “Bin picked up your birth control prescription yesterday. Make sure you take it every day .” you nodded before popping one out and sticking it in your mouth. He handed you some water to wash it down. “Now don’t let me keep you then, my love.” he let go of you and sent you off.

You left the room, and went to the door you knew led to Seungmins room. You steeled your nerves before timidly knocking on his door. You heard a faint “Come in, baby.” so you opened the door and entered his space. You hadn’t been in his room yet, you weren’t expecting it to be so colorful. He had a few hanging plants draping down from his ceiling. The back wall was dark green, and the rest were off white, making the room look larger. Shelves lined the walls that were filled with books.

You closed the door behind you, and were hit with the encompassing scent of him. The smell was delicate like a thunderstorm. “Hi Minnie.” You twiddled with your thumbs, unable to meet his gaze.

He chuckled, “ Hey Omega. Won’t you come here?” He was sitting at the mahogany desk in the corner where he beckoned you to him. You shuffled your feet until you came to stand right in front of him. “There she is, my girl.” You preened at his sentiment, the omega inside begging to hear him say it again. “You like that? You like it when I call you mine?” He yanked you into his lap, letting you feel how hard he already was under you.

He leaned you back into him as he cradled your jaw, tilting your head and giving you little licks into the skin there. “Y-yes Minnie.”

“Oh I know you do, baby. Here in this room, you belong to me. You’re my girl alone when you're in these four walls, do you understand?” He knew he was laying it on thick but he needed to train you early. He nipped at your skin roughly.

“Mhm I understand Minnie.” you were whimpering, melting into his hold. He could see your nipples harden under your shirt, pleased you weren’t wearing a bra underneath.

“Go lay on my bed for me, and take your clothes off.”

You scrambled off of him when you register what he says, literally flinging your shirt off and tripping lightly when you pull your shorts down. He held back a snort, opting to bite his lip instead. You turn around to face him before you pull off your panties, giving him a full view of your breasts. You tried to keep eye contact with him as you unhurriedly pulled your panties down and let them drop to the floor.

If anything was true about Seungmin; it’s that he was very good at keeping his composure. On the outside he appeared calm and collected as he watched the sexiest creature he had ever seen settle herself on his bed. But on the inside; he was losing his mind. All he wanted was to ravish you, tear you apart and put you back together again. He had let the tension with you rise for days in anticipation for this moment, and he felt like a dog with a bone. More like a puppy.

The quilt on his bed was a mauve shade and had diamond shapes stitched into it. It was soft on your skin as you laid upon it, helping quell the fluttering in your stomach. You clutched it as Seungmins' predatory stare raked over your form. From your position on his bed he could see the glistening between your legs and his mouth began to water.

You noticed where his gaze was pointed and it made you feel kind of dirty, the way he had his fixed stare on your most intimate parts had you subconsciously rubbing your thighs together as you released a scent thick with arousal.

“Look at you, dripping and writhing when I haven’t even touched you yet.” He stood from his place on the chair across the room, palming his bulge through his sweats. “ What am I gonna do with you, pretty girl?” He tore his shirt off, taking a step towards you. “Should I stretch you out on my fingers?” Another step. “Should I eat your pussy till you cry?” Now he was at the foot of the bed. “Or maybe I should make you cum on my cock till you pass out?”

That had you absolutely panting, eyes blown at the suggestion and your thighs clenching. The arousal was coming out in thick drips and drenching the intricate quilt below you. It would surely take months to get the scent out. Not that he would want to.

“Option 3? If you ask nicely, maybe I’ll give you what you want.” He licked his lips, itching to grab you but wanting to hear you beg for it. He wasn’t going to touch you otherwise.

“Please, Minnie.” You whined softly, feeling modest, your face heating up.

“Is that all you got?” He scoffed and took half a step back. “You must not really want it that bad.”

“I do, Minnie I want it!”

“You want it? You want my cock?” His eyes narrowed at you as he smirked.

You nodded rapidly, “Uh huh.”

“Then beg me for it, omega.”

You attempted to take a staggering breath as your lip trembled.

“Minnie, my Minnie, please, please have mercy on me, and fuck me. Please, Seungmin.”

A rumble came from him as he pounced on you. He slipped his pants off hastily as he crashed his mouth to yours. His tongue invaded your mouth and his hand groped your chest, the combination being staggering for you. You moaned when he gave your nipple a firm pinch. His pelvis pushed back into you when yours bucked up looking for friction.

“You really are a needy little thing, rutting into me like a horny little puppy.” He was condescending with his words, mouthing at your lips with cruel nips. “What happened to that feisty omega that took on the world today, huh? Where’d the snappy guard dog go?” He licked your bottom lip messily. “Show me how bad you want it, puppy.”

You animatedly thrusted up into him, grinding on his clothed member. He could feel the slick coming off of you and soaking into his boxers.

“Awe you’re so wet omega. Can feel you practically water logging my dick through my boxers.” He grunted, shuddering when you bucked again.

You were quickly falling deeper into subspace, surrendering yourself to him completely. His dominant aura and attitude was sending you spiraling into the abyss. “Mhmm, wet for my Minnie. Wan’ you to fuck me.”

Seungmin lowered his head to suck on the opposite nipple than the one he was pinching, nibbling on the hardened bud.

“I’ll fuck you, puppy. Give you what you need.” He sucked harder, and your hand shot to his hair. “But first you gotta give me what I need. Make yourself cum, wanna see the look on your face when you rut on me so hard you cum.”

“B-but I..” You whined, “I don’t know if I can.”

He quickly slipped a hand down between where your bodies met and gave a slap to your core. You wailed at the sharp pain. “I’ve told you before, I don’t care if you can, the fact is you will.” He smacked again. “Get to it.”

Seungmin slotted his thigh between your legs to give you more friction. You thrusted up into him again and hooked your thigh over his hips, grinding harshly into him. The fabric of his underwear over his member caught on your clit. Your head fell back into his pillows and you moaned. You repeated that motion over and over again, being so turned on you were actually getting off in it

“Seung, s-so good.”

He returned your rutting with one of his own, making you cry out as the knot in your stomach was building.

“Minnie, I think m’ gonna, gonna…”

“Go ahead, my obedient little pup, let go for me. Make a mess.”

With his permission you felt your orgasm take over, making you shake with pleasure. “Unngghh” Your ‘o’ face was even better than he imagined, eyes shut tight and drool coating your lips as you moaned. It was the both most gratifying and beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He barely let you finish your shaking before he had you suddenly flipped over so you were on your stomach. You let out a gasp in surprise. Seungmin leaned back on his heels and yanked you up by your hips, until you were on your hands and knees presenting for him. He admired the way your pussy spasmed from your leftover orgasm and he swiped a finger through your juices, swirling it around before he shoved the finger inside. You squirmed as you whimpered again. He hummed in appreciation, “ I love the noises you make for me, omega. Let’s see how loud you can get.”

You heard a crinkling sound behind you, so you turned your head around to the sight of him rolling a condom down his length. He had abandoned his underwear at some point and you hadn’t even noticed. When it was rolled on completely he took his cock and rubbed it through your folds, not yet pushing in. His lithe hand ran over your shoulders, barely touching as it trailed down your spine.

Seungmin laid a harsh smack to your ass cheek when he got to the bottom of your back “ow, minnie!” He didn’t respond, choosing to snicker in amusement when your flesh ripped from his treatment. He entered the tip into your dripping hole, giving a moan at the squelch that emitted.

He let go of his cock go and opted for giving your ass cheeks a punishing grip on each side, spreading you open for him to get an even better view of your pussy and the other little pink hole that you hide from him. You let your head fall in embarrassment when he seemed to take his time gazing directly at your most intimate hole. Seungmin let his saliva accumulate in his mouth before he leaned close and stuck out his tongue, the spit he collected falling off the tip onto your puckered flesh.

You shivered when you felt it hit you, eyes wide with slight terror at the prospect of him penetrating your ass. He could sense your fear and chuckled with his signature evilness. “Don’t worry, Puppy. Minnie’s not gonna fuck your ass… today.” your sigh of relief was cut off when his thumb swirled around in his own spit, not pushing in but definitely testing the waters. “Doesn’t mean I can’t play with it a little bit, though.”

All at once he pushed his length into you completely and also his thumb entered just slightly. Even the tip of this thumb was a stretch for you. The sensations made your back arch and a loud howl break from your parted lips. You had only moments to adjust to him, as he gave your ass another sharp smack and began his thrusting into you from behind.

Desperate cries were falling from you and Seungmin snuck his hand back up your spine until he found purchase at the base of your neck. He squeezed the skin there and used the grip he had to tilt your head up to face the ceiling, wanting your moans to be projected out. “Let em’ hear it, baby. Let the pack hear who’s making you bark like this.”

His jarring words made another bout of slick build up and drip out around his cock. The wet, sloppy sounds were resonating off the four walls, making it seem louder with the constant echoes.

“Mm, I’ll never get enough of this pussy drenching me. Wettest I’ve ever seen, fuck.” He squeezed your neck a little harder, making you choke on your moans. “God damn you look so good with my hand around your neck. Maybe I should get you a collar, make you wear it around like I’m always there giving my girl a good squeeze. My puppy can wear my initials on her pretty neck.”

“Minnie, please oh my god.” You rasped out between cries, feeling your second orgasm starting to build within you. You clenched particularly hard on him when he pushed the thumb just a touch further into you, stretching your previously untouched cavity.

“Fuck, omega. Clenching down on me so fucking tight. Gonna make me cum.”

You whimpered, “Wan you too, wan you to cum please Minnie.” You were begging, tears steadily streaming down your face now, just inches away from cumming yourself. “Wanna cum too, please, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely, make a mess for me, pup. Cum.”

Your eyes rolled into your head as you wailed, toes curling and spurts of slick shooting out from around him. Feeling how hard you clamped down on his dick made Seungmin not be able to hold back any longer. He spewed curses and deep growls as he came, filling the condom with his thick essence. His mouth was salivating and he gave into his urges, leaning up to your shoulder and chomping his teeth down into the flesh just above Felix's bite. Your blood filled his mouth as he bit, and you cried louder than you had the whole time he’d been fucking you. The beta let go of your skin and licked his lips, pupils blown wide.

You were quaking when he removed his thumb from you, giving you a few minor thrusts as he let go of your neck. Seungmin gave you a few tender kisses on your back, trying to bring you back down to earth.

When the beta pulled out of you, you felt your legs give out and your face planted into his bed with a groan. He gave a chuckle at how cute you were directly after being fucked. You were floating, drifting in hyperspace you didn’t notice when he laid down next to you after disposing of the condom. This is why he toyed with you for days, knowing the buildup would make it all the more intense for you.

He lifted you to be directly on top of him and he wiped the drool from your lips. “Not done yet, omega. Need you to bite me now.” He pet your hair and hauled you closer, basically shoving your face into his shoulder. “Give it to me, let everyone know I’m taken by you, baby.”

You did as you were told, almost on instinct, bearing your teeth and digging them into his flesh. He groaned huskily, eyes snapping shut when he felt the pressure.

“Thata girl.” He held you close to him as you lapped at the wound you made on him, feeling more intimate than anything else you had done with him previously. Now you were positive he loved you, he doesn’t seem like the type that would go around receiving bites for just anyone.

When you had diligently licked it clean you pulled away from the skin, tilting your head up the best you could to look at him. His pupils were still blown out, making his eyes look almost completely black. His hair had fallen into his face and the sweat had made it stick to his skin. He was panting as if he had just ran a marathon, a deep flush in his cheeks. In all honesty he looked positively immoral.

You didn’t look any better, you could bet you looked how you felt; exhausted. Exhausted from all the adrenaline of the day and from all the orgasms that had been pulled from you today.

“You did so well fo’ me, baby.” He managed to say when he caught his breath.He pet the side of your head and wiped the blood off your mouth.

“I did?” You mumbled, coming out of your trance-like state.

“Mmm, the best. Listened so good to your Minnie. Made me really proud of you.” He gave you a tender kiss. You sunk into him, purring in delight at his praise. You pulled away first, feeling the fatigue you rested your head down on his chest. “You can’t fall asleep yet, we gotta get you cleaned up first.”

You pouted but still let him scoot out from under you and pick you up in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom to begin wiping you down and cleaning your newest bite mark. Afterwards he carried you back to his bed, and dressed you in one of his t-shirts. It’s about time you paraded around in his clothes too.

It was only mid day, but he let you rest under his covers and laid down with you as he turned on a show on his laptop. You snuggled into him and immediately felt at peace.

You were able to murmer one last thing before you fell asleep, “Love you minnie.” then you passed out, letting sleep take over.

When you woke up, the sky outside the window had darkened to a deep orange. For a moment you laid there, eyes half open as you came to your senses. You could tell that you were still in Seungmin's room, and that he was laid next to you. You heard the faint voices coming from the laptop on his lap and his almost silent snorts when something was particularly funny on his show.

“Wha’ time is it?” you mumbled, turning your body around to face him.

“Hmm? Not that late,” He looked to you then to his phone, “ it’s almost 6:30. You’ve been asleep for about four hours.”

“Four hours?” You started to panic, worried about the chores you were doing. You sluggishly went to get up but he put an arm over you, preventing you from moving.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“V’ gotta finish the clothes. Don’t wan’ anyone to be mad at me.” your voice was still heavy with sleep.

He had the most unbelieveing look on his face, “I just fucked you within an inch of your life, and you’re worried about the laundry?”

“Don’t say it like that!” you tried to pout.

He broke out into a laugh at how cute you were, “Pup, no one is going to be mad at you right now. You finished enough today, you’re allowed to take it easy. There are no more obligations tonight, you’re in the clear to stay here with me tonight. If you want to.”

“I do, but Channies not upset?”

“No, omega. I already checked in with him. We’re all good.” He kissed your cheek, smiling when you giggled. “You should eat, does leftover pizza sound ok?”

You thought for a moment, then nodded thankfully. “Mmhmm, sounds great.” He kissed you again then he scooted off his bed, and went down to grab food for you both. When he brought it back up you both sat up and ate together. He occasionally poked fun at you and you did it back to him. A playful, easy night was exactly what you needed. He may not have said the words ‘i love you’ but he showed it in his own ways. You felt it in how he played with you, and took care of you when you needed it.

A/N: my apologies to anyone named Brynn, and also apologies for the pack tension or lee know stans.

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dejinerate · 7 months

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[ Dinner Can Wait ]

a smutty little Hyunjin x reader drabble.

You're in the kitchen, cooking dinner. You and Hyunjin haven't seen each other much, due to work schedules. There hasn't exactly been time to have a proper homecooked meal together in awhile, and you've decided to make things a bit... spicy, tonight.

He just got home, and is making his way towards you in the kitchen as you've already started preparing the food. He leaves his work clothes on, as he knows you always go crazy over how he looks after he gets home from a shift. Pristine white work shirt unbuttoned at the top, his belt off, his tie loosened... absolute perfection. You decided to wear one of his favorite dresses of yours as a little home greeting to make the night special.

"Dinner looks amazing baby, I'm absolutely ravenous, it's been such a long day… you're wearing that dress, huh? Gorgeous. Come here, I haven't held you since this morning."

He comes behind you to hold your body, as you stir the food on the stove. He sighs in relief. His hands roam over your hips on top of your dress.. and he realizes..

Your panties are missing.

He smirks and picks up on your intentions immediately, and chuckles quietly to himself. He knows exactly what you want him to do.

"You're a needy little slut, aren't you baby? You must've missed me pretty badly. I love when you try to play coy when you so obviously crave me. My beautiful girl. I've missed you."

He gently grabs the front of your neck and chokes you from behind, and tilts your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. He's quick to latch his lips onto your sensitive skin, placing slow and torturous open mouthed kisses. You give him full access, and his mouth moves close to your ear. He licks and nibbles on your earlobe, sending goosebumps over your flesh.

He whispers into your ear. "You know exactly what you want from me... You want to be ruined, don't you? Can't even wait until dinner's over. Cock hungry little baby wants to be fucked. Where'd those panties go, hmm? Answer me."

You decide to be a brat and refuse to answer him, and he tightens his grip on your throat. You smirk to yourself, getting the exact response you wanted, and you start to close your eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips on your neck and his hand on your throat… until he startles you with an unexpected spank on your ass with his unoccupied hand.

"You think you're so tough when you don't answer me, brat. But brats always get punished. Did I tell you that you could close your eyes? No. Face forward. Eyes open. Don't let our food burn. Keep stirring. Our dinner needs to be delicious, doesn't it? You need to pay attention, sweetheart. Wouldn't want our meal to go to waste. Are you gonna behave and do as I say? You want to be fucked, don't you? Good girls who get what they want have to listen."

You whine in protest, but begrudgingly nod at his demand, and he releases your throat. He unbuttons his pants and yanks them down, shoving his briefs simultaneously. His heavy, already hard and throbbing warm cock smacks against your ass as it springs free from its suffocating confinement. He flips the back of your dress up past your hips, grabs your thighs, and forces your legs to spread slightly apart for him. He impatiently aligns himself with your entrance, your pussy aching and drenched with arousal. You arch your ass back on him, your face and eyes held forward, attempting to concentrate on the food to make sure you do as he says and play along with his little power trip game.

You do want to be fucked, after all. That was the whole point of wearing no panties. He outwitted you, though. You have to play along with his impossible rules of focusing on the cooking. You just wanted to be fucked dumb as soon as he got home, but of course, he has to challenge you.

Hyunjin is usually a man of foreplay and teasing, as his favorite hobby is making you writhe and beg for what you want in your frequent love making. His dirty talk is unmatched. He loves dominating you and forcing your bratty ass to be compliant. He loves the challenge of taming you. You love watching him get riled up when you mouth off to him. He loves torturing you with his touch, his prowess of your body and your pleasure making you succumb to him far more quickly than you'd like. You always try to hold out, to resist his ministrations as long as possible, but all efforts are proven futile against this sex demi-god of a man. He loves when you finally give in to him. His lips are the most luscious when they're moving against your own. His tongue is pure sin between your legs. His beautifully long, elegant fingers a thing of incoherent ecstacy when they're inside of you. Making you cum over and over. He sadistically loves to draw out your need to be filled with him as long as possible, watching tears of desperation pool in your eyes from how mad he drives you... until he finally caves in to his own desires, and fucks you dumb and dizzy on his cock.

No unbearable build up tonight, though. He's wired. It seems as though your overt "forgotten panties" trick drove him to primal desires, no longer caring about foreplay. The idea of implied free use of your pussy driving him completely mad.

"You're doing so good for me, obeying me just like I wanted. You must be desperate for me to fill you up, brat. You're never usually this compliant. I'm a man of my word. Hold on to the counter, pretty baby."

You barely have a chance to grab the lip of the countertop. A strangled gasp escapes you as you feel him swiftly enter you, stretching you and filling you completely without any warning. He bottoms out quickly inside of you, a throaty, sinful moan escaping his lips as he begins to set a quickened pace of shallow thrusts. He's hitting that deep spot he knows you both go crazy for.

"Fuck baby." He hisses under his breath, his voice full of desire. "You've been ready for me for awhile, huh? I can tell, you're so warm and wet for me. That's my good girl. Always so ready for me. You feel so fucking good… Bend over all the way."

He's pushing your head down, a fist full of your hair gently held in his grip. You do as he says, and you lower your body more to angle yourself better for him to take you against the counter.

"That's it, my little cock whore, fuck. Tell me who you belong to, babygirl."

You whimper that you belong to him, and he chuckles darkly. His thrusts increase in speed, and you try your best to grip the countertop for support. Moans and whines are spilling out of you as he's relentlessly pounding your walls. Your eyes flutter closed and your head starts to lean back to give into the pleasure. He immediately notices and yanks your hair in his fist, and his other hand spanks you as a warning.

"What did I tell you, beautiful? You can't be fucked out this early, princess. I'm nowhere near done with you. Keep focused on making our delicious meal. Eyes forward. Concentrate. If you stop, I stop. I can do this for as looooong as I want. Your body is all fucking mine. You just have to play by the rules. You're mine to completely devour tonight. This pussy belongs to me. And daddy is starving."

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imrllytootiredforthis · 11 months

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An Undeserved Punishment

pairing: hyunjin x reader

warnings: dom reader, sub hyunjin, dumbification (kinda?), objectification (again, kinda?), oral sex (both the reader and jinnie receiving, the reader's gender isn't specified at all), jinnie's called puppy a few times, jealousy,

wc: 5k

a/n: this was literally one of the first fics that i ever wrote that i found half-done in my drafts, kinda rewrote, kinda just finished it-do with that information what you will~

It’s been a little under a week since Hyunjin has last cum.

A little under a week because of loads of things.

Because you’ve been busy with work. Because he’s been busy with work. Because neither of you have just had time and whenever you did, it seemed that you were never really in the right mood: wanting to spend quality time with him and cuddle and coddle him-with clothes on.

And he supposed he could respect that.

But only because he loved you.

He hadn’t cum in a few weeks because of those things. Normal things, y’know?

Oh, and there was also one more tiny little reason, that wasn’t all that important. Because Hyunjin had apologized and felt bad and grovelled, and well, he still got a punishment out of it-but it wasn’t a huge deal.

No, of course not.

It had a little to do with a few things. Y’know, tons of things, loads of things he could barely control, that honestly didn’t deserve this kind of punishment.

Y'know, you were in a bad mood when you gave him this sort of punishment because now you’d surely be level-headed enough to realize that really, he didn’t deserve this.

Surely, you’d been more angry than normal because you were pent up too, after not getting to ruin your pretty little good boy after so long, or maybe it was that asshole at work that you’d complained about a few times, or maybe you were just stressed.

Or maybe it was because of you, a small voice in his head that sounded eerily similar to you reminded him, of exactly what he did to get in his situation.

How you’d invited him to an important work event, with a bunch of important executives and other people, it was all a snooze, really.

Boring old people that could drop a thousand dollar bill on the floor and not be bothered to pick it up; rich assholes with sticks up their asses and snotty looks on their faces, somehow thinking that they deserved to look you up and down like you were a piece of meat and not someone with a heart and feelings and a high enough position that could probably fire them.

There was also your stupid boss that kept pulling you away from Hyunjin, glaring at him as if he were the dirt under his ridiculously expensive shoes.

All in all, Hyunjin had millions of reasons to act out.

But you’d told him to behave, to be respectful because your boss was there and a few other higher ups that weren’t very many but could essentially could ruin your whole career and that were all easily offended enough to do it with the slightest thing not to their standard.

And yes, of course he cared about all of those things-of course he did, how could he not? Your career was greatly important to you. And if something was important to you, it was absolutely important to him.

But…wasn’t he important to you too?

Your sweet, pretty, perfect boy? Your Jinnie?

Wasn’t he important to you?

Because on that very day, when he was getting out of the shower-the one that he was taking for your very super special job event, you’d teased him and by doing that-I mean, you were just asking for him to act out at this thing.

He’d come out of the bathroom, steam rising out of the doorframe, a towel hanging haphazardly and low on his hips, you seemingly couldn’t control yourself.

So really, who’s fault was it really?

Your's Hyunjin, that annoying little voice reminded him once again.

You’d eyed him up and down, nearly drooling at the sight of him, hands aching to touch him; after all-it had been so long, hadn’t it?

How were you supposed to keep your hands off him?

When he came out of that bathroom looking so very, very sexy? Water dripping from his hair and down his lithe body. His smooth skin just begging to be marked and claimed by you and that damn towel.

Jesus Christ, that towel.

Really, how were you supposed resist?

And he certainly wasn’t complaining as he was shoved down onto your bed, your tongue already down his throat, hands already pushing away that towel by the time his body hit the mattress.

You heard no protests.

Not a single peep, only muffled groans and needy whines between kisses, egging you on further to run your hands all over his body, relishing in the way he shivered and moaned so wantonly, so desperately.

You’d kissed him breathless, kissed him raw and deep and hard, like you were starved and he was salvation.

You kissed him until his breath ran out and yours did too and he began to feel lightheaded.

His lungs screamed for air as he panted, trying to catch up with his thrumming heart until he jolted at the feel of your lips on his chest.

“Lay back baby, let me take care of you,” was all you said, trailing lower and lower down his abdomen, tracing a trail of water that had made its way all the way down.

Lower and lower still, licking over his v-line, smirking as his hands came to grasp at your hair-not controlling-you’d never allow that but simply resting against your scalp.

He’d whimpered and writhed, begged for more-for anything more as you swirled your tongue around his tip, hand pumping along the base of his dick.

“Such a needy little thing for me, aren’t you, baby?”

Yes, he wanted to scream. Yes, for you.

His tongue numb in his mouth, his hands frozen and tense, trying their very best not to shove his cock down your throat.

You’d looked up at him with such a tantalizing look in your eye, promising pleasure or pain or a little bit of both that he would gladly welcome in return for your touch.

Your smile was sly as you took him into your mouth again and again, pulling off right as he was on the brink, driving him certifiably and definitely, maddeningly insane.

“Aww, you’re so cute. So adorable when you’re all dumb for me.”

As per your words, he’d nodded dumbly, how could he not? Because really, in the end, that’s all he was. All he wanted to be. Only a little thing that got so hot and bother by being dumbed down to little more than a mindless toy for you.

Only a slave to the pleasure. An obedient little dog to the commands, chasing and performing and granting every order and whisper for the chance at a treat.

While his hands twitched in your hair, while his dick throbbed in your mouth, while only an endless stream on moans and pleads fell from his mouth.

“So close, p-please, ah! So-so fucking cl-close.”

“Don-don’t stop, pl-please don’t stop, nngh!”

And what had you done?

Stopped.

“W-why?”

You’d only smiled, so sweetly, so cruelly, crooning about how cute he was all blushy and red.

Then you’d gotten up and patted his bare chest, thumb swiping over his nipple too teasingly, lingering for a touch too long for it to be anything but purposeful.

He whimpered, trying to push up into your touch, maybe entice you to stay for just a little bit longer…just enough longer for him to cum and you to cum and perhaps a quick round two?

You hadn’t risen to the bait though, in fact, his neediness just seemed to make you more eager to deny him.

Reaching down and grabbing the towel that you had thrown there, picking it up and tossing it over his chest before crossing the room, feeling his gaze on your back all the while.

He pouted as you had found your place back at your vanity, assessing yourself in the mirror like you hadn’t almost just made him come in your mouth.

“We’re leaving in a half hour Jinnie,” Your eyes had trailed over his bare body in the mirror, eyes darkening for a moment as you practically devoured every inch of skin before just as quickly looking away, messing with your hair a little, making sure every strand misplaced in your endeavour had been fixed back into place. “So I suggest that you start getting ready.”

Hyunjin was hard and needy still throbbing for your touch, certainly less than excited to go to this event. Less than excited to have to tolerate a bunch of egotistical assholes that acted as if they were better than him.

“But-“

“-Hyunjin.” The bratty whine in his tone hardened the last of the lust that was in your eyes, leaving behind a kind of sterness that only made him twitch and bite back the moan ready on his lips.

“Get ready.” You’d turned and walked back over to him, allowing him the last of your kindness with a gentle touch to his face, cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead. “And be a good boy tonight.” You moved on just as quickly, passing him on to go into the bathroom. “Be a good boy and perhaps I’ll give you a treat tonight, okay baby?”

—-

In some world, your words, your promise might’ve been enough for him to adhere to what you told him to do. To be a good boy.

In some world knowing that if he was good, you’d reward him for it later on. Just a little puppy eager at the chance-oh it was almost enough for him to listen. For him to behave.

But he can’t help it. Can’t help the want pooling deep in his tummy, the need to let you have your way with him just as you were doing before. He didn’t care at this point anymore.

You could edge him for hours, overstimulate him to tears, tie him up and tell him what a bad mutt he was. As long as you’d look at him with that dark predatory look in your eye, as long as you’d coo at him as if he were nothing more than a dumb puppy.

Anything at this point could satiate him.

And he had a growing problem underneath his fancy dress pants, steadily making things such as even sitting here even harder.

“Hyunjin.”

You voice snapped him out of it, looking up and out the window of the car to see that you were there.

Already? So soon?

His eyes flickered to the time, seeing that you were fairly early, technically speaking, you didn’t have to be there for at least another half hour before you’d be seen as tardy.

“Ca-“

“Nope.” You cut him off before he could even finish the word, seeming to somehow read his mind.

“Bu-“

“Hyunjin. I said no.” Your voice was stern as you assessed your reflection in the mirror one last time, leaving any possibility until after the party only a fantasy he’d replay over and over to keep him sane throughout the night.

One of the things Hyunjin has always loved about you was how you were able to keep up with him, even maybe surpass him with your sexual desires, able to take everything he gave in stride and give some of your own as well.

Most often you were open to anything he wanted to do, seeing most things as ‘you only live once, might as well make the most of it.’ And you’d never before had any issues doing anything risky regarding the publicity of the act but he could tell you were serious this time.

If only you putting your foot down, talking to him in such a steely manner didn’t make him twitch in his pants.

“Okay.” You finally pushed your hair back, looking to him. “You ready?”

—-

No.

He wasn't ready.

He was anything but ready to be here. Around these people, shifting uncomfortably under the heavy weight of their judging gazes.

They all thought they were better than him, he knew. It was impossible not to know. Impossible to ignore with way they scrutinized him and looked him over, over his expensive clothes he bought with your money-with their boss’s money.

Hyunjin knew they were criticizing him, the way his posture was slightly slouched, the way his hair was windswept and messy because he’d decided to stick his head out the car window on the way over, wanting to feel the cool air glide over his face.

He hated this place. Hated these people.

Hated whatever image of him they had in their mind and wished that they would look at him as if he were actually a person or at least not look at him at all.

But this was for you. For the job that you loved, that you’d tell him about at the end of the day with a spark in your eye, for the pride at the work that you did.

It was important to you. And if it was important to you, then it was important to him.

Even if he did want to rip his hair out of his own skull just to give himself some kind of sensation other than the intruding kind of eyes on him. At least you were here with him.

He clung to you like his only lifeline in this place, his arm threaded through yours, your gentle words pointing out the most important people here, the people you needed to impress and the ones it would be best for both of you to avoid tonight. The ones that would try to make a scene and the ones that would rather not waste their precious breath.

To be honest, he wasn’t listening much to the exact words but your voice comforted him beyond belief, gave him some relief in this kind of personal hell he seemed to be trapped in.

It was him and you. You and him. Facing this together.

Until it wasn’t.

Until you were being swept away by your boss, making it very clear with the way he directly asked you, not even looking in his direction as he wondered if he could ‘borrow you for a second?’ like Hyunjin or you for that matter really had a say in the matter.

And quickly, he was left alone.

Alone with the weight of the stares on his back, the whispers that he heard hushed whenever he turned his head.

Really-what did you expect him to do?

It wasn’t his fault that you’d left him all alone in this place.

Hyunjin walked over to the bar, pulling out his phone to send you a quick text on where he was before ordering something ‘strong’.

Every few minutes he’d check the time, waiting for you to come back to him. Waiting for a time that it would be appropriate to leave an event like this.

He was a few drinks in, a bit tipsy, nothing more, when someone finally approached him.

Arms wrapped around his shoulders, warm breath pressed close against his skin.

“Hey there,”

He stiffened, a kind of wrongness filling him with unease.

Not you.

“H-hey?”

He turned to see a woman holding onto him, clinging to his shoulders, very obviously drunk.

She pulled away and slunk onto the stool next to him, eyes travelling the length of his body.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, what’s your name?”

Drunken confidence or perhaps she was some other rich socialite that normally acted like this, she let a finger run slowly from his bicep to his wrist, smiling in a way that seemed to be seductive but only made that anxious knot inside of him tighten.

“Hyunjin-I, um, I’m here with-“

She shushed him, calling the bartender for another drink before turning back to him. “I don’t really care who you’re here with pretty boy.”

Her voice was slurred, her body slightly swaying as she fell into his chest, making him nearly jump out of his seat.

She was warm against him-abnormally warm like she was a living furnace. She smelled like alcohol and strong artificial perfume, making his head spin in the worst way.

From across the room Hyunjin caught your eye, you glanced from him to the woman pressed up against his chest, arms loosely thrown around his shoulders.

He watched the question in your eye turn into something colder as she nuzzled closer to him, whispering something he couldn’t hear over the roar in his ears.

‘What the hell are you doing?’, is what he got from you mouthing it from a distance. You looked kinda angry-he thought at least, still tipsy, still distracted from this woman who now asked him lazily if he wanted to dance with her.

Well he shouldn’t.

Any other time he wouldn’t.

But you look positively pissed as he takes her hand in his and helps her sit upright.

You look like you’re about to stomp across the room and press him over the bar counter right now.

In front of everyone.

In front of your rich asshole coworkers, in front of your stupid boss, in front of this woman who clings to him.

And he doesn’t think that he’d mind, or maybe that was the alcohol talking,

But all he wanted was for you to touch him-shove your fingers down his throat

You look jealous and hot and he twitches under his dress pants, his cloudy mind coming up with a bright idea he’d know if he were sober is stupid and probably childish.

But in the moment it’s his brightest idea.

His hands find their way to interlock with the woman’s, she smiles at him and he wishes it were your’s. Wishes that he wouldn’t have to go to this length for you to pay attention to him.

“Would you like to dance, milady?” She swoons at that, nodding along with a smile that makes his stomach churn uncomfortably.

She giggles as he raises an eyebrow, trying his best to smile back at her. “I would!”

And so he dances, he twirls her in his arms, he dips her and pretends she’s you, glad that this isn’t the type of outing that includes dances with any kind of grinding. Glad for once that the rich have some kind of class.

He watches you out of the corner of his eye, sneaking small looks over her shoulder as she rambles on about something or other.

You’re in a conversation with your boss and someone else he can’t identify but you’re not listening, you’re not talking or even acknowledging them.

You’re watching him.

And his heart soars at the attention.

The only attention he’s wanted all night.

The only eyes on him that he hasn’t felt uncomfortable with. Even if it’s paired with a hot glare, burning through his skin.

If looks could kill he would be six feet under the ground.

Maybe it would’ve encouraged him to stop if it didn’t make him feel so hot.

You’d ruin him tonight.

You’d make him regret every little second of letting her run her hands all over his body. Every word he’d used to sweet-talk her. You’d touch him and tease him and torture him until he’d be little more than an incoherent slut for you.

And he’d love every second of it.

He’d get high off of it, drink it in like a drug. Like an addiction, a craving that he could never even fathom breaking.

Not when it would render him so much more useless than any alcohol would.

Not when it felt like ecstasy and euphoria in his veins.

Not when he was so completely and utterly obsessed that he’d sink to levels this low to get you to look at him.

Someone said something. Someone close. Oh. Her. He’d nearly forgotten about her.

He hummed, tearing away from you to look down to her. “Hmm?”

She smiled somewhat awkwardly. “You’re a good dancer, you know?”

Hyunjin smiled, taking the compliment. “Thank you-and you as well.” He hadn’t forgotten all his manners after all.

“Why thank you! You know-“

“Hyunjin.” A voice snapped, cutting her off. An involuntary shiver ran down his body and he thought to be ashamed for a second before he realized that he didn’t really care.

“Yes?”

You smiled at her, then at him, trying to seem pleasant. Trying to keep up that facade you’d been wearing all night. “I’m sorry,” you didn’t sound sorry as you gripped his arm, nails digging through the fancy fabric of his shirt. “But would it be alright of I borrowed your dance partner for a bit?”

You didn’t even wait for her reply, pulling him off of her and off the dance floor before the words were even out.

Your voice was a hiss into his ear. The sound like music to his ears. “You’re fucking dead-do you hear me Hwang Hyunjin.”

It wasn’t a question, no, not in the slightest. No. It was a threat.

—-

“Do you have anything to defend yourself?”

He was on his knees in front of you. Your hand in his hair, tugging his head up to look at you, it aches. It hurts and it feels like heaven, it’s where he belongs.

“I’m sorry.”

He isn’t.

“Just wanted your attention.” It could be pitiful the way he says it. Voice shaking, trembling slightly. But that’s not the case.

Because his eyes are alight with glee, relentless triumph that tells you the brat got exactly what he fucking wanted.

This is what you love about him though. The push and the pull. The back and forth. It’s something new everyday. It’s a challenge and it’s fucking hot.

But not tonight.

Tonight was important. Tonight was the one night that you didn’t want this. And you’ll make him pay hell for it.

“Bull-fucking-shit, sweetheart.” Your tone is bitter, cold and there’s no taking the words any other way.

He doesn’t want to take the words any other way.

Your cold tone and the fury in his eyes only proves one thing-he got his way. “You wanted me to punish you-right darling?” He can’t even keep himself from nodding, admitting it all, completely transparent.

You laugh, mean and malicious, promising him pain and pleasure and everything in between. “And guess what?” He closes his eyes as you lean down and brush a hand down his dress pants, pressing the heel of your palm against the hard-on he’s been sporting for half the night. “You’re getting exactly what you wanted.”

You suddenly tug him up by his hair and he follows like an obedient dog as you press him back, the counter of the sink digging into his back in a way that would be uncomfortable.

But he can’t think of that.

Not when you press your lips against his, quips and bratty remarks, smartass responses getting buried into the very back of his mind.

This kiss was different. Not gentle and certainly not soft. Hungry and rough, ravenous and demanding and hard. Practically devouring him, eating him alive, all tongue and teeth and lips.

You let yourself get lost in the process. In the movements. In nothing but pure unfiltered yearning and longing.

And just for a second, only a second, you forget about tonight. Forget about the woman and your boss and these rich assholes you hate almost as much as Hyunjin but can’t do anything about.

You think about how busy you’ve been. How much you want him, how much you’ve needed him. How much you love him.

A feeling you could never begin to put into words so you pour it all into this. Into nipping and biting and turning his brain into mush.

Exactly as he wants.

For a second that’s all there is, not an ounce of anger, filled only with scorching desire.

"I want you,” he whines, hands pressing against your hips, pulling you closer, pulling you into him as you let him slide his tongue into your mouth. “I want you so bad.”

He can’t breathe. He can’t breathe and his head spins and drool is covering his chin and he can’t get enough.

Of you and your lips and your touch. It’s bliss and it’s so, so much, so overwhelming. He can hardly think straight.

You hiss out when his hands dig into your hips so hard you’re sure that it’ll leave marks. He pushes himself against you and sobs out, lips trembling, legs shaking. “Miss you-please, miss you so much.”

You press his hair back, tucking your thumb just under his shirt, running it over his skin to soothe him, hushing him and holding him close.

He shakes, gripping onto you for dear life, burying his head into your chest like if he were to let go, like if he were to not feel you against him you’d disappear.

He mutters something you can’t hear. Low and unintelligible.

“Speak up.” You pull him back, look him in the eye.

Hyunjin looks shy, that desperate look in his eyes, his uneven breathing becoming apparent in heavy pants as he works himself up even further against your thigh. “C-can I make you feel good?”

He’d do about anything for you in this moment. He’d hang the stars in the sky and make a trip to the moon just for a little extra to see you smile. He’d do anything-anything at all, anything you wanted.

You cup his face in your hand and watch as he nuzzles into it, dumb and desperate and focused solely on you. “Only if you want to.”

He nods and you give him the room to drop to his knees, onto the dirty public bathroom floor, where people still roam about outside.

When you turn and take up his previously place against the counter, pulling down your pants and underwear in one go he whines, a moan rumbling in the back of his throat.

You look so good, so pretty, he nearly cums in his pants from this alone.

Who knew you’d look so good standing above him like this? Legs spread open wide, beckoning him closer with a single finger. He flushes and scoots closer, resting his chin against your stomach. “C’mon, don’t get shy on me now Jinnie.”

That’s all the permission he needs as his hands grab at your skin, no hesitation or teasing before he’s pulling you into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you.

Finally.

Your moan bounces off the four walls of the venues tiled walls, echoing and leaving you glad you had locked the door when you came in.

"Shit!" You curse sharply as his tongue flicks against you.

You’d forgotten how good he is with his mouth when he’s using it for something other than trying to piss you off.

The tongue on him is like no other and you know he knows that as he licks up and down, knowing exactly where to suck and exactly where the spot is that makes you throw your head back with a groan, gasping for air.

Your thighs squeeze around his head as you groan, knuckles turning white as you grab onto the counter. “Fuck!”

He murmurs something against you that you can’t hear, something that vibrates deliciously against your sensitive skin.

“So good, such a good boy~” You praise him and you know it does something to his head, know that it affects him when he whines, slurping obscenely before shifting closer and pulling one leg over his shoulder.

Your other hand finds its purchase in his silky hair, digging your fingers almost painfully into his scalp, thrusting into his mouth while name after name falls from your lips.

You don’t even know what you’re saying, too absorbed in the pleasure, but he hears each one.

Hears you call him a slut and a pretty boy, your angel and your little whore, your toy, your puppy. His head swirls, as does his tongue and he knows you’re getting closer, with the way your voice grows more frantic and your hand in his hair pulls harder.

He groans and he whines and he whimpers, throbbing, so very close but he can’t touch. He won’t touch. He’s going to listen. Going to be a good boy and wait.

Not give into the urge to fuck his cock into his fist like his hand is itching to do or start thrusting against your calf like his hips are aching to.

He’s a good boy.

A good puppy.

He can listen.

And in this very moment if all you want to do is use his face like a toy, that’s all he wants to be.

A perfect brainless toy, pleasing you, ignoring the way his body craves your touch and aching for any kind of stimulation.

All that matters are your moans, the way that you call out him name. The way that you let out a cry as you see white, thighs trembling before they clench tightly around his head, holding him in place as you pet him like he’s your favourite dog.

He better be your favourite.

You look down at him, eyes hazed, smile lazy.

This is what he is here for. To make you feel good. To be a good puppy for you.

You let him go but he doesn’t move, clinging to your leg, pressing his forehead against your knee as he makes sure to lick up every bit of you.

“Good boy~” He shivers.

You reach down and put a single finger under his chin, pushing his face to look up at you.

His blood runs cold when he recognizes that look in your eye.

“You were so good for me puppy, too bad,” you muse, to yourself really as you smirk down at him. “Too bad my good puppy can’t cum for another two weeks, as per his punishment.”

His eyes go wide.

He’s fucked up.

You look sadistic, sweaty hair sticking out in odd directions but still the hottest person on the planet to him.

“I don’t let other people play with my toys.”

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hyunjilicious · 9 months

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for hyunjin: hair pulling or slapping?

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slapping, sub!Hyunjin (im sorry im going through a phase), mentions of other things like hair pulling, cum, edging, oral. Not edited. It's a chill one, but still 18+ PLS!! 900 words

I feel like he's not into them perse, I think he's just very intense, so depending on the situation, he loves both. He'd be above you, balls deep inside your cunt, one hand holding onto your shoulder for support as he thrusts into you, the other hand - sweaty and clenched around your roots, keeping him grounded and keeping your head in place so you face him at all times.

One thing I do see him being into is having his hands tied above his head as you ride him. He's mostly quiet - he's bad with words when he's in this state, but he doesn't shy away from moaning and whimpering, softly crying out your name with each closed loop you perform on his cock.

There are days he'll take it with little effort, enjoy the ride and the view, smirking, grinning and praising you every chance he gets. But there are also days, like this one, where he's completely spent. He's a mess, tears rolling down his temples as his back arches, the muscle of his arms straining against the cuffs on his wrists. And you, like the good girlfriend you are, always know exactly what he needs.

"Come on, baby, look at me" you coo, bending down to caress his cheek before trailing your hand down his heaving chest and tight abdomen. "Look at me"

His eyes fly open and so does his mouth - he's desperate, but obeys you nonetheless. "Angel-" he cries, fighting against the pleasure that's about to take over his body, "I'm gonna-"

"No, not yet" you cut him off and slow down, causing his cock to twitch between your walls. "Not yet, my love. Wait for me, ok?"

"I- I can't… I-"

"Please, be good for me. I know you can, I know" you lower yourself so you can whisper against his lips. "You're so good, you did so well for me, my love, a bit more, just a bit more, ok?"

"I can't…"

"Yes, you can" you counter and kiss his jawline, the minimal movement of your body causing enough friction against his cock that his eyes squeeze shut. "Don't be like this" you warn, but he doesn't respond.

But he isn't the only one that can play games, so when you push yourself up and resume riding him, just as a sigh of relief leaves his lips, you slap his cheek - not hard enough to sting, but hard enough to make him thrust his hips up into you. "Fuck" he pants, "Do that again"

"Are you going to hold on for me?"

"I'll try-"

"Not good enough" you pout and slap his cheek again, earning a pained whimper from him. "Don't make be mean to you"

"Ruin me" he cries, "Do whatever you want with me, break me. Please"

Whether he did it on purpose or not, you'll never know, but it did work, bringing you to the point where he wasn't the only one struggling to keep it together anymore. You pick up your pace, your hands gripping his chest for support as you ride him with all the energy you have left in your thighs. "Baby?" you call for him.

"Please… I can't anymore… I can't… Can- can I please cum?"

"Yes, my love. Please" you respond and let your hair fall over your face as you guide him to and over the edge.

His entire body tightens for a second, his head thrown back. "Fuck, Y/n!" he screams, his overly stimulated cock coating your walls as you keep going, riding all through his high and until you reach yours too, mere seconds later.

When you collapse by his side, the first thing you do once you catch your breath is cling to his neck and kiss his cheek, guilt suddenly sinking in. "I'm sorry I did that, I should've asked before, I-"

"No, no, no, don't apologize" he breathes and struggles to roll a bit to the side so he could sloppily kiss your lips. "That was the hottest thing-" he kisses you again, "You need to do that more often"

"Are you serious?"

"One hundred percent." Hyunjin nods. "But harder"

"Harder!?"

"Did my cheek even turn red?"

You study his face for a second. "I can't tell. You're all red"

"Fucking slap me harder next time" he sighs and falls back into his spot as you crawl to the nightstand to get the keys for the handcuffs.

"Only if you slap me too"

He blinks for a second, rubbing the sore spot on his wrists. "I'll see what I can do"

"Please?" you pout. "The next time I'm sucking you off. Grab my hair, pull my head back, slap me, and then shove your cock back down my throat"

"Oh my god" he cries out loud and hides his face behind his hands. "How can you just say stuff like that? And with a smile on your face!?"

"Is that bad? You don't wanna do it?"

"Fuck yes I wanna do it!" he shakes his head, "Shit, I'm getting hard again"

Your eyes sparkle at the words. "Can we do it now?"

"Give me a minute" he says but also nods, and then wraps his arms around your body, "I'm spent"

"I need to wash up anyway, I can feel your cum leaking out of me"

With a giggle, Hyunjin presses your thighs together. "What do you mean wash up? Keep it there, I worked hard for it"

"Of course you did" you laugh and kiss him.

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bangchansdirty-slut · 4 months

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A Mother's Revenge

Paring: Mama!Hyunjin x Bottom Han's brother! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Mama Hyunjin finds Han cheating on her, so she fights fire with fire.

More: Masterlist

A/n: Mama Hyunjin will always be imprinted in my mind.

Mama Hyunjin, the wife of Han, found herself in a rather peculiar situation. She had stumbled upon a photo of her husband, Han, with another woman - a girl named Lina. Enraged and hurt, she sought comfort in the arms of an unlikely suspect: her husband's own brother, M/n. The attraction she felt for him was undeniable, and as they shared an intimate moment, she couldn't help but wonder if this was the perfect opportunity to get back at Han for his infidelity.

She began by seducing M/n, making sure he knew exactly what she wanted. With each touch and kiss, she became bolder, more confident in her ability to manipulate the situation to her advantage. Her slender, muscular body writhed against his as they moved together, their passion palpable. As their lovemaking intensified, she found herself lost in the heat of the moment, forgetting about her initial plan for vengeance.

M/n, caught off guard by the intensity of his own desires, could barely contain himself. He was overwhelmed by the sensation of being so close to his brother's wife, feeling her soft skin against his own. He moaned her name, begging for more, and she obliged, taking control of their encounter. She flipped them over, pinning him beneath her weight as she roughly fucked him, her girl penis stretching and filling him completely.

As they continued their passionate union, Mama Hyunjin, now fully embracing her role as seductress, began to call out to M/n in a different way. "Call me Mommy," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. M/n hesitated for a moment, unsure if he'd heard her correctly, but the words seemed to unlock something deep within him. "Call me Mommy," she repeated, her voice growing more insistent. And so, against his better judgment, he obeyed. "M-Mommy," M/n whimpered.

"That's it, baby," she purred, her hips thrusting harder against him. "You're such a good boy." She increased the pace of their lovemaking, her girl penis sliding in and out of him in a blur, as she expertly worked his body towards an overwhelming climax. Her breasts, free from their confines, swayed enticingly above him, teasing him with their softness and warmth. She pinched and pulled at her own nipples, moaning his name as she neared her own release.

As he felt the tension building within him, she looked down at him with a wicked smile, her gaze burning into his very soul. "You're going to make such a good father," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "You'd be so good with my babies." The words sent a shiver down his spine, and with a final, powerful thrust, she released herself deep inside him as M/n also released, M/n's body tensing as he let out a long, shuddering moan.

She rode out his orgasm, her movements becoming slower and more deliberate, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She leaned down and gently bit his neck, her teeth leaving a mark as she came, her body shuddering with pleasure. Finally, she collapsed on top of him, their sweat-slicked bodies entwined. For a moment, they lay there, catching their breath, the silence deafening.

M/n couldn't believe what had just happened. He felt a mix of guilt, desire, and confusion coursing through him. He looked up at Mama Hyunjin, her chest rising and falling with each breath, and knew that she was satisfied. He wanted to believe that this was all just a fleeting moment of passion, that it meant nothing more than the release of tension and lust. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something deeper had occurred between them.

She opened her eyes, looking down at him with a softness he hadn't seen before. "Thank you," she whispered. "That was… more than I could have ever hoped for." Her voice was barely audible, but it sent a shiver down his spine nonetheless. He wanted to respond, to tell her it wasn't right, that they shouldn't have done this, but the words stuck in his throat.

Han's return to the room snapped them both back to reality. His brother's face was flushed, and he was still tangled in the sheets. Mama Hyunjin smoothly sat up, her girlhood concealed once more. She glanced at Han, her expression unreadable. "Oh, you're home," she said, her voice neutral. "I was just about to fix some lunch."

Han narrowed his eyes, taking in the disheveled bed and his brother's obvious state of arousal. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. "What happened here?" he demanded, his voice betraying his anger and confusion. "What did you do to him?"

Mama Hyunjin shot Han a warning glance before smoothly rising to her feet. "Han, I'm sure your brother just needs some time to rest," she said, moving to stand between them. "Why don't you go do whatever it is you have planned for today? Your brother and I can catch up later." She said as she winked at M/n.

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paintedstories · 9 months

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Y/n was tired of being stuck in the castle, Only being known as the king and queen’s daughter. She wanted to experience the world, So she snuck into the village and met hwang hyunjin, Local troublemaker and peasant. Kinda a jack and rose plot where they don’t like each other at first, but y/n keeps going into the village and they eventually fall for each other, Hyunjin sneaks into the castle during a party and they fuck each other in her room trying not to alert the guards. And also hyunjin being like a huge perv towards reader but in a charming way😭😭

pleaseeee I NEED THIS from ur beautiful mind🙏🏽💕💕

PHILOPHOBIA

♥: Thank you for the request and kind words! 💋💌

⚠: cussing ; weapons; almost caught up s3x ⚠: This is an AU meaning the SKZ band does not exist, and Hyun-Jin does not know any of the members. ⚠: Reader is a female 🚺 She/Her ⚠: Peasant Hwang Hyun-Jin x Royal reader ⚠: SMUT ⚠: Master list 📃 halter*= the design of the top of the dress(go search it up it'll help visualise better)

"Fuck it, I'm done with all this bull-shit," the Daughter of the golden king said to herself, she hated being perfect in the peasant's eye, hated being the pretty image of her mother gold and father golden, hatred was a small word for the sentiment she felt for her family, whom wanted to marry her for money. Dreadful washer life to say the least.

While looking outside the beautiful floral decorated garden an idea came up to her beautiful head, which everyone thought was all but mischief, only innocence could be seen through her eyes, which was a good advantage in the big castle when she had to lie her way out.

And this is how she is in this situation, lying to her father about going to sleep faster than usual and pleading with him to let her leave before the royal dinner, is not like it was something special, just her, her mother, and her father.

Fortunately, he agreed, as she tried to contain the excitement in her eyes she got the front of the dress in her hands and rapidly walked to her room, chuckling slightly when her dad ordered her to walk like a lady.

Closing the door to her room and getting the gown that she had with her own "incapable" regal hands made so she will look like the other peasants. Putting her hair in a messy ponytail and getting the leather shoes she made so the fit will be a total success she looked in the elegant golden framed mirror to see herself, unrecognizable she thought with a smirk. Finally, she will see the world, finally!

Climbing from her beautifully decorated window full of drawings she made of flowers and happy couples who found love by destiny not by the force of family she smiled and jumped on the branch from the big old tree from her childhood that stayed in front of her window as a welcome to escape the prison her golden family called the perfect home and finally be free, for a little while sadly.

Looking down from the tree while making the dress shorter by folding it in a spiral mode and knotting it at the front she jumped on the next tree and the final one that had the branch thick enough to go and jump from the tip on the big stone made barrier that kept her away from the world for so long.

the click of her leather shoes was heart on the rounded stones from the so called unbreakable golden fence.

Her hopes were almost taken away when she saw how far the imperial village was, but seeing a horse-drawn carriage, fortunately, by a peasant and not one of the guards, she jumped on the dirt path and walked rapidly to the peasant while fixing her dress and asked the very kind old man if he could leave her in the center of the village.

the man smiled and gestured for her to go and sit next to him, the man looked kind had blue eyes and a crispy-looking beard, he was bald and had a sun hat that was made of dried hard leaves, the traditional, and in the carriage was dried grass.

They talked and she asked where he was from, she found out he lives in the out-gate of the village but he had work in the center, that's why he accepted to let her come with him.

She found out that he had a beautiful wife and unfortunately event of her miscarriage, but they still hoped and prayed to god to give them a child. She was happy that the first person she meet was so kind, and on the 30 minutes of her listening to the poor man talking about his life, she silently prayed for all the happiness to come to him, when they arrived she hugged him and left the man shocked and smiling as she waved to him and ran to the deeps of the center, where all the people where.

Then she saw a guy with long black hair and dirty white clothes steal from a lady that was paying attention to three singers in the middle, the angry girl ran after him screaming.

"Hey you coward come back, stop stealing!" she screamed after him and when he turned on his track to look at the screaming girl he got annoyed and angry, who was she to scream after him!?! he just glared at her and showed her the middle finger while he kept running, thinking he will lose her and eat the sweet he stole from that hag, little did he know that she was trained and she had the stamina of a soldier. when he thought he lost her he turned to look behind him while jogging and saw that she was still running after him.

"What THE FUCK! WOMAN, STOP FOLLOWING ME" he screamed while he continued to run and slowly start to gasp for air, realizing that he was going nowhere he jumped onto wooden casks, but when his foot touched the cask he flew on the floor, as they were empty and very old, meaning, very fragile.

She watched as he fell on his ass grunting and rubbing his back, she then rush walked to him and punched him in the face. "what was that for?!" he screamed while rubbing the part of his face where she punched him. "for being a coward thief and not getting a job like normal humans and living in poverty because you're lazy and a coward" she repeated the word coward to him twice because of the anger she felt, she hated cowards, and hated thief's even more!

"How can you live like this!" she screamed at him. He truly didn't know the answer himself, for a second you could see the pain in his eyes as he registers the harsh words of the girl.

"fuck off, you don't know anything... stupid woman" he pushed her off of him and then handed her a hand to get up and she, unfortunately, accepted, when she got up half a meter he let her hand go and she fell with a squeak, cute, he thought before shaking bis head and smirking while gesturing to her that now she could trust him by grabbing his hand but he did not grab it, instead she swatted his hand away with anger "fucking peasant" she muttered under her breath while getting up and leaving the boy dumbfounded.

she started walking away from him, mumbling to herself while patting the hem of her dress and sleeves.

but he wasn't having none of her stubborn attitude and with his long feet slowly walked to her, with a mischievous smirk.

"you're new here, never seen such a stubborn lady around here," he said while grabbing her by the waist. Swatting his hand away and walking further ahead without responding to him. He just shrugged his shoulders and walked ahead, feeling annoyed about the girl not being like the others.

Y/n decided to ignore the boy, as she said in her mind.

"he is not worth enough to deal with, I have to see other things than talk with a thief" and she continued her adventure through the village, for another 1 hour and a quarter when she came back to the castle fortunately with the same man as when she left, she found out he goes to the village every day. "perfect," she thought, she will sneak out and go with the man.

for the past three days, Y/n kept sneaking out, of course, her family thought it was weird how all of a sudden she was happy, but glad she was they did not disturb her with unanswerable questions.

as the day's passed of the beautiful girl sneaking out of the palace in the village, sometimes (quite often) meeting with the handsome boy, whose name was Hwang Hyun-Jin, she found out after an unfortunate encounter of him bumping into her the 100th time, she could confidently say, he became more and more annoying, she hated him and knew he hated her too, always pinching her waist or taking a bit of her hair and yanking it. He was the dear devil.

it was the 35th day of her sneaking out, keeping track of her sneakings was always good, of course very well hidden under a plank of wood of her floor.

the sneaking went as it always went, no one said, saw, or discovered anything, or she thought so.

but while being in the village, walking without any thought where, she started thinking about tomorrow's party, again needing to act as the perfect spoiled princess, glad could say she was that only royals would be, but as fast as she entered her thoughts a rather someone or a one rather annoying Hwang interrupted her thoughts. "Oh hello ~ There princess" he purred in her neck as he circled her, how did he know?! she thought scared but without showing an expression.

"Come on Princess, I've known from our first encounter, knew something was different with you," he said while sneaking his arm around her shoulder making her feel trapped. "and what if I am?!" she said annoyed. "nothing, nothing, just curious what a spoiled princess would want to do around here" rolling her eyes she swatted his hand away and went back to the man who she saw was going to his horse carriage and hoped in with a huff after of course greeting the old man.

Laughing slightly the man made the horses start walking and in no time she was at the back of the palace after he left she started climbing on her spot, but little did she know that a certain someone was watching her.

and as fast as that, the next day came and everyone was on alert to get ready, themself and the party.

and as the days always pass, the party came too, after the dinner, where she should have been, she could excuse herself in her room, as always, only the face, nothing more, only a pretty face.

Walking towards her room in the annoyingly long hall while huffing she finally arrived in her room and after closing the door and lighting a candle as it was getting dark she heard shuffling from her window when she turned to look around she almost screamed but the stranger slapped his hand accidentally too hard around her mouth while turning her around with her back to his chest.

"shh princess, we don't want anyone hearing us now do we?" he said, his breath tickling her neck sending shudders down her spine. "what, do you want?"

she manages to mutter after removing his hand from her mouth. "Oh, nothing sweetheart, I just, came here to get a taste from the mysterious girl" he smirked behind her while he kept holding the scared aroused girl in his strong grip, making her feel trapped.

He took her breath away when she was thrown into her bed by the man, and started kissing her hungrily, he told himself that if she wouldn't kiss him bake he would leave her, but she started kissing him and grabbing his hair.

When the girl started moaning, he knew he could continue.

Smirking into the kiss he motioned to her that he wanted her Halter, when she nodded he removed it and started kissing her chest making her whimper, slowly sliding down to grab the corset and untie it from behind her after making her stand in a sitting position and freeing her from the dress.

Seeing her naked body made him even more hungered by the girl. Kissing her softly on the lips then going down to her chest and tummy like a starved man, making you whimper and shakily call his name. "shh, sweetheart, don't let them hear you" he smirked while moving his hand down to your undergarments making your legs close. "no need to close your legs on me, I desire to see all of you, my dove" he said then slowly entered her making her whimper. " I love you my dove, every since- ngh fuck- I saw you" Her eyes widened, and cummed instantly after hearing him confess to her, he started pounding into her harder after feeling her clench on him and hearing her heavenly moans, few more thrusts and he got out cumming on her stomach while his eyes rolled to the back of his head and whimpered then let half of his weight fall on your body.

*knock*

"mistress is everything alright, I heard a moan of pain."

"oh n-no Brunhilde I just stumbled my toe to the leg of the bed, haha you know how clumsy I get when I'm tired, no need to check on me, you can leave, and tell the others not to disturb me as I'm going to my much-needed slumber!* she said trying o sound normal. only if her maid knew what happened. fortunately the maid left, leaving the two alone.

"so mistress what are we?" he said with a smirk moving his face at the crock of her neck and kissing her while leaving a hickey at the back of her neck not visible when having her hair down.

"I don't know, my father would never let me marry you..." she said with sadness in her voice and eyes.

he hugged her back to his chest and kissed her naked shoulder while moving his left hand soothingly on her waist up to her underboob and down to her ass.

"lets run" he said with devotion in his voice.

OH my god hi love!!

I'm sorry for responding so late but I loved the ask so much that I had to remake it 3 times haha.

If you liked it please reblog, it helps a lot ♥

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hyunlixr · 1 year

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pretty when you beg

pairing: hyunjin x fem reader

🏷 smut (minors dni) teasing, underwear kink(?), oral (f rec), overstim, orgasm countdown, orgasm control, hard dom ! hyunjin if u squint, spitting

deep breaths was all that could be heard, his lips trailing down from ur neck to your abdomen. leaving a trail of wet kisses on his way to your clothed cunt.

he kept teasing you tonight, you went out to celebrate your three months together and instead of being all romantic and lovey-dovey, he was whispering the dirtiest things into your ears. but to be honest, you weren’t complaining at all, that’s one of the many things you loved about him, how dirty he could get, even in the most innocent occasions.

— going to fuck you so good tonight, angel.

all you could do was blush and giggle it off.

so here he was kissing your clit through your black laced panties over and over again. it felt so good, yet it wasn’t enough, you needed more.

— jinnie, please

he leaned over to spit on your mouth. and you gladly opened and swallowed for him.

— shut the fuck up

you kept bucking your hips into his face, but to no avail cause he ended up pinning you to the mattress, with his slender, pretty fingers sprawled out on your stomach. the fingers you oh so wanted somewhere else. the fingers you had spent HOURS thinking about.

as he was busy making out with your clothed pussy, kissing and sucking here and there. you were getting desperate to feel something, anything. you took his fingers into your own hands and guided them where you needed him the most.

— nuh uh, i want you to cum because of my mouth tonight.

you groaned when he finally took your panties off and kissed your inner thighs… slowly. still teasing you.

— fuck please, please, give me something.

and so he did, he kissed your now bare clit and started sucking on it like a desperate, starved man. the sounds he made while eating u out were like music to your ears.

he kept alternating between licks and flicks to your bud until you came, kissing your clit over and over to ride out your high. just to get off the bed and look for your favorite vibrator. he put it on a medium speed and pressed it lightly over your clit making you moan a little too loud from the overstimulation.

— s’too much jinnie, no. no. no. no, stop it.

but he knew you didn’t want him to stop, if you did actually want that you would have used your safe word. he knew how fucking greedy you were. how no matter how many times he made you cum, if he wanted you to cum again then that’s what you’d do. you’d do anything to please him.

he pressed it harder and started dragging it along your folds only stopping once the toy was on your clit again. he loved seeing your fucked out face, and how just by playing with the bundle of nerves he could get you to look like that; legs sprawled out and open for him, cunt red and glistening with your own juices and his spit. it was quite the sight if you asked him.

once you had relaxed and let him have his way with you for a couple of minutes, he used his index finger to put the toy on the highest setting. making the vibrations float around your whole body. making you shake because of the pleasure he was providing you.

he knew you were close, he already knew every part of your body, what you liked and what you didn’t. how to make u cum, how to get you on your knees for him, and how you reacted when you were about to hit ur orgasm, so without moving the toy away from you, he leaned down, sticking his tongue inside of u going in and out at a fast pace. making you close your legs around his head for that extra feeling. you were so close to the edge, literally about to let go when he says

— you cant cum until i say so.

he proceeded to begin with his 10 second countdown he loved to do when he wanted you to beg and cry for him. he loved hearing how desperate you were to cum for him. how pretty you looked with tears in your eyes.

“10… 9…”

— m’so close please

you could literally feel the tears in your eyes.

“8… 7… 6…”

— i don’t think i’ll last, please let me cum

“5… 4… 3…“

— please please please

“2…“

— fuck hyune

“1…”

— cum baby, make a mess for me, hm?

you came, you came so fucking hard letting him guide you through it.

— good job, angel. hope you are aware of the fact that we are not finished yet. or is my little doll too dumb to think right now?

he said with a pout on his lips, faking sympathy at your fucked out state. and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want whatever the fuck it was this beautiful man standing in front of you wanted to give you.

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hiii this is my first fic ever i hope u like it :D please let me know what u think and if u write let me know how i can improve in the ask box thingy tyvm !! have a good day/night <3

#skz smut #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin hard thoughts #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #skz hard hours #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin hard hours #dom ! hyunjin

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flyawaybird444 · 5 months

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[11:11] make a wish

✩•̩̩͙*I see forever in your eyes*•̩̩͙✩

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{Description} Stray Kids with a spiritual S/O

This was just a ✨shower thought✨ i had earlier, and I figured it was the perfect thing to kickstart my blog or whatevs 🤷🏻‍♀️

{Warnings} None? Maybe religious themes? Tarot reading?

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When you first brought Hyunjin home, he spent a long time looking through all your crystals. He was interested to learn what they were, but he didn’t really care about the spiritual properties. Our boy just likes pretty things ok TT

Even years later he still loves going into crystal shops and apothecaries to see the handmade jewelry and other trinkets. He 100% thinks it’s so cottagecore. He takes candid polaroids of you while you’re meditating or walking around your favorite metaphysical shop because he thinks you’re so beautiful when you’re in your happy place, and your devotion to it is attractive to him. Hyunjin really likes candle spells because he says they’re romantic. He asked you once as a joke if you put a love spell on him and you said yes. He didn’t realize you were kidding at first and had to contemplate his life for a second.

Han is always happy to talk about the things you love. He likes the surface level stuff like crystals and meditation/manifesting, and even some spell work, but do not show this man any type of divination because he will be terrified. You once pulled out your pendulum to ask it a question, and as soon as it started swinging he was ready to call a priest. He’d probably take a lot of convincing to let you read his tarot cards. He has a lot of anxiety about the future as it is, and he also doesn’t understand how a deck of cards could possibly know him that well.

Supportive boyfriend award goes to Felix on this one. He wants to know anything and everything, will ask to look at your grimoire, wants you to read his tarot cards literally all the time.

“Y/N, I don’t know what i wanna eat for dinner, can you ask your cards what i should have?”

“I- Lix that’s not how that works”

He absolutely love’s apothecaries and metaphysical shops because he says they feel happy inside. You ignited such a love for incense in him, when you guys go out he always smells like smokey vanilla and it’s great.

Chan Is an old soul. If he hasn’t already delved into spirituality himself, he’s the most likely to become spiritual when he starts dating you. He’s very respectful and mature about it, and knows not to touch anything on your altar. Chan also loves to meditate with you in the mornings. You told him once that you felt a connection with the moon, and since then he always sends you photos of the moon when it looks pretty. 110% he wants to get high with you and talk about your ideas on the afterlife and the multiverse. Tarot readings help ease his mind when making tough decisions, so every now and then, the two of you will sit down with a glass of wine and do a reading.

Changbin doesn’t believe in it at first. He thinks tarot readings and divination is an act, and he’s definitely the type to ask the typical “well how do you explain __” questions. Then the day you gave him a really detailed tarot reading and the situation played out exactly as the cards said it would the following week, he started to realize it was very real. He’s really interested in divination because it challenges his logical brain. He likes looking at the forged weapons at your local metaphysical supply shop, and is secretly dying to play with the Tibetan singing bowls.

For Minho, he likes candle spells, but not for the same reason hyunjin likes them. He thinks they feel powerful when you do them, and that’s the thing he likes most about your practice. Wants to learn about hexing. He likes the comfort in your protection spells, and he thinks money and luck spells are really cool. He once watched you do a money spell and then find a $100 bill in your coat pocket, and he was sold immediately. Tries to manifest really random things into happening like finding stray cats to pet when he goes on walks.

Seungmin is so attentive with you, and he’s supportive boyfriend number three out of the group. He’ll ask you questions all timidly because he doesn’t wanna accidentally offend you or sound dumb when he doesn’t know something. He also frequently brings home cool rocks he finds for you because he knows you like them. Seungmin likes that you’re grounded and connected to the earth, and really loves going on nature walks to forage with you.

Jeongin is confused. But he’s also easily impressed by everything you do. The first time he sees you open a circle before doing a spell, he’s so hype.

“WOW NOONA THAT IS SO COOL, but also what is it?”

He acts like you’re doing a magic trick when you’re reading his cards. Will literally give you a round of applause when something you say resonates with him. He’s also the type to want to touch and play with literally everything in the apothecary. Once, he accidentally put his candy wrapper on your altar without thinking and was paranoid for like a month after.

[AN: Hi, if you like this ily and you should send me requests for more. Mwa 💋]

#stray kids #skz #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz fluff #idol x reader #kpop #skz headcanons #lee felix #bang chan #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #sub!skz #dom!reader #lee know #yang jeongin #kim seungmin

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subskz · 2 years

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mine - h.hj

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub hyunjin, dom reader, mommy kink, petplay, degradation, name-calling, dry humping, breeding kink, overstimulation, slight choking, multiple orgasms, jealousy/possessiveness, female reader

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“Chan-hyung was really friendly with you today, wasn’t he?”

You lifted your head to look at Hyunjin, raising an eyebrow at the odd question. He was seated on the other end of the couch, leaning against the armrest and scrolling through his phone.

Though he was clearly trying to appear nonchalant, his tone of voice was enough for you to sense that what he’d said was more than just a casual comment.

“Isn’t he always?” you answered with a question of your own, trying to catch a glimpse of his expression.

Hyunjin lowered his phone a bit, allowing his eyes to peek up at you from over the device. “I guess,” he replied, sounding unsatisfied with your answer. There was a pause, then he straightened himself up against the cushions, letting out a tiny huff in the process.

You eyed him, curious as to what the reason for his sudden shift in mood could be. You didn’t have to wonder for long, however, as his next words told you everything you needed to know.

“It’s annoying,” he announced.

Realization quickly dawned on you, and you found yourself suppressing an amused smile. “Why? Chan’s friendly with everyone.”

Hyunjin put his phone down to look at you properly, a pout forming on his face. “Especially with you,” he muttered.

“Hyunjin,” you kept your voice light. “What are you saying? You know it’s not like that.”

He looked off to the side, picking at the skin around his nails. “Still,” he grumbled. “I don’t like it. He should know better.”

You blinked, thoroughly confused by his childishness. As far as you were concerned, nothing out of the ordinary had happened that day. You’d just been chatting with Chan casually, the same way you always did when you were around him. Sure, he’d been friendly, but that was hardly anything strange given his sociable nature.

You’d learned early on in your relationship with Hyunjin that jealousy was a feeling he was no stranger to, and you might’ve considered that a problem if you hadn’t learned just as quickly that it didn’t come from a place of ill-intent. He was simply very attached to you, so ready to give you his all that it almost frightened him. Sometimes he needed reassurance that he was just as important to you as you were to him.

It was for that reason that you were always patient with the boy, soothing him gently and quelling any doubts he might have about where he stood with you. That being said, Hyunjin having an issue with one of his friends was something entirely new to you, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit put-off by it.

“I don’t like how much he laughs around you,” Hyunjin continued, a hint of bitterness seeping into his voice. “He’s always trying too hard to please you.”

“Chan’s just a nice person,” you reasoned, hoping you could get him to see how irrational he was being. “Maybe he comes off as flirty sometimes, but we both know that’s not his intention. There’s no need to get upset, baby boy.”

He visibly softened at your use of the pet name, but nevertheless, his lips stayed curved in that childish pout of his. You pushed back a sigh, sensing that you weren’t getting through to him. Once negative thoughts found their way into Hyunjin’s mind, it was a difficult task to get rid of them.

Fortunately, you were more than willing to take it on.

You scooted closer in an attempt to better comfort him, and despite his attitude, he instinctively reached out to touch you as soon as you were within reach.

“What’s gotten into you today?” you murmured.

Hyunjin ducked his head to avoid your stare, sucking his lower lip into his mouth for a moment before answering.

“Nothing, just…” he trailed off, and your interest piqued when you noticed his cheeks turning pink. “Please, don’t forget that you're mine.”

He tugged subtly at the hem of your shirt as he spoke, and something about the gesture paired with the longing in his voice made your spine tingle.

Your concern instantly fizzled back out into amusement, your lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

“Hmm. Those are some bold words,” your shift in tone caught Hyunjin’s attention right away, making his shoulders tense just slightly. “Jinnie thinks he owns me?”

Hyunjin squirmed in his spot, finally lifting his head to look at you. His eyes had grown wide, and the way they glimmered with anticipation told you that you’d hit the nail on the head.

“If you’re worried about being replaced, I’ll be glad to remind you of who you belong to.”

You reached up to grab his chin, and an almost relieved sound escaped Hyunjin, any remnants of stubbornness melting away under your touch. “Mama,” he breathed.

“So this is what you really wanted,” you hummed, sliding your hand down to his neck. His breath hitched as you wrapped your fingers delicately around it, giving the sides of his throat a feather-light squeeze. “I should’ve known. Nothing else fills your empty little head, does it?”

Hyunjin let out a shaky breath, his face reddening fully. “Just want you to p-pay attention to me, Mama. No one else.”

“Cute.” A small whimper slipped out of him as you tightened your hold on his throat. “Go wait for me in the bedroom and I’ll give my puppy all the attention he needs.”

He swallowed hard before nodding, obediently rising from the couch. Just as he took his first eager step, you called out another order.

“On all fours.”

Hyunjin stiffened, scanning your face for some semblance of mercy, only to find none. He let out a miserable whine, but complied nonetheless.

You felt a tinge of satisfaction watching him sink to his knees and crawl sheepishly to the other room. Once he’d disappeared down the hall, you stood up yourself to retrieve his collar, taking your time with the intent of riling him up further.

When you joined Hyunjin in the bedroom, you found him sitting anxiously on the floor, his legs crossed with his hands tucked in the space between them. He straightened his posture when he saw you, his eyes lighting up hopefully as you settled on the bed across from him and beckoned him closer. Hyunjin immediately obeyed, and you slid your index finger down his throat delicately, marveling at the way your touch made him shiver. “Jinnie can’t even stand his Mama talking to anyone else, hm?” You shook your head in mock disappointment. “Are you really that selfish?”

Hyunjin mewled softly, his pulse racing beneath your fingertips. “I’m sorry, Mama,” he whispered. “I know ‘m selfish, but please, just look at me. Only me.”

You snickered at that, finally snaking the collar around his neck and fastening it securely. “Needy little puppy.” You tugged lightly at the accessory as you spoke, ensuring that it wasn’t too tight. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Hyunjin’s breathing grew rapid as you leaned back on the mattress to stare down at him scornfully. Without warning, you used your foot to nudge his hands away from where they covered his crotch, revealing just how hard he’d become in the time he’d been waiting.

“Pathetic,” you clicked your tongue, applying pressure to his half-hard length with your foot. Hyunjin groaned in response, pushing his hips up when you pulled away before he could feel any real relief. “A mutt like you doesn’t even deserve my foot.”

The boy gazed up at you, his eyes wide and glossed over with lust. “Please, Mama,” he begged. “I’ll take anything you give me, please.”

You contemplated what he’d said for a moment, tapping your finger thoughtfully on your chin. Hyunjin stayed perfectly still, waiting for your command with a look of pure need on his face.

Finally, an idea came to mind, and you stuck out your leg, locking your gaze with his.

“Here. Rut yourself against it since you’re so desperate.”

Hyunjin inhaled sharply, not wasting a single moment before scrambling forward to latch onto your leg. “Thank you, Mama, thank you,” he rasped, snaking his arms around your thigh.

You rested your hand on his head, giving it an encouraging scratch to signal that it was okay to move. With your approval, Hyunjin adjusted his position and began to grind his clothed length against your leg. The tag of his collar jingled as he bucked his hips, and the sound of his moans quickly joined it, echoing throughout the room.

“You’re so easy to please, hm?” you purred. “Just a dirty puppy who will fuck anything.”

Hyunjin whined pitifully, cheeks quickly going red again. “Not anything. Only want you,” he protested, his voice turning up in pitch.

“Are you sure about that, baby?” You ran your fingers through his hair to brush the stray locks out of his eyes, a gentle movement that contrasted the harsh words that followed. “Seems like all you care about is getting your filthy cock off.”

Hyunjin gripped your thigh tighter, nails digging helplessly into your clothes. “Please, Mama,” Hyunjin whimpered, voice thick with shame. “That’s not—ngh—true. I’m a good boy. Your g-good boy.” His hips surged forward especially hard, eliciting a shaky, drawn-out moan.

He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing all his senses on the pleasure growing in his abdomen as he thrusted against you. His hair fell delicately back into his face, and a light sheen of sweat began to form on his forehead from all his efforts. He bit down on his plump lower lip, trying and failing to suppress the gasp that escaped him when you pressed your leg forward just barely, meeting the rocking of his hips.

You drank in the sight of him falling apart at your feet, your uninterested expression masking how aroused you truly were. Even in such a desperate, primal state, he managed to look effortlessly beautiful.

You watched him for a few more moments before tapping the crown of his head to get his attention. Hyunjin hardly noticed, too lost in the delicious tension building up in his core.

“Jinnie,” you called. The hint of warning in your voice made him grow alert, reluctantly halting his near-frantic movements.

His eyes fluttered open, and he couldn’t help a low whine as his pleasure was lost. Despite that, he looked up at you eagerly, waiting for any orders you might give.

“Get undressed for me,” you hummed, brushing your thumb along the mole beneath his eye. “I wanna see how hard it makes you to do something so humiliating.”

Hyunjin let out a mortified squeak, pushing his face into your thigh. “Hurry up,” you commanded. “Before I decide to leave you like this.”

Your threat sent a wave of panic through the boy, and he instantly unwrapped himself from your leg to comply. His unsteady fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head with haste.

You licked your lips as his bare chest was revealed to you, and despite his embarrassment, the feeling of your hungry stare on his body urged him to keep going. He swallowed hard before moving down to the button of his pants, fumbling slightly before managing to undo it. You watched intently as he lifted his hips, pulling his pants and boxers down in one go.

Hyunjin’s length sprung free, standing up against his stomach to give you the perfect view of it. It was painfully hard, and beads of precum had already gathered on the tip of his flushed head.

He squirmed awkwardly as your eyes raked over his body, taking your time to observe every inch of it.

“My baby’s so beautiful,” you cooed. “It’s a shame you’re such a slut.”

Hyunjin ducked his head with a whine, but the way his dick twitched at your words wasn’t lost on you. “What’s the matter?” you faked a pout, hooking two fingers under his collar to pull him closer. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

He nodded miserably, still refusing to meet your eyes. “Mhm,” he breathed. “Please, Mama.”

“Please, what?”

Hyunjin hesitated, lower lip trembling as he tried to brace himself before speaking up again.

“Lemme use your leg, please,” he begged. “Can’t wait any longer. Wanna c-cum against Mama’s leg.”

His quick surrender came as a surprise, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little, delighted with how easily his arousal had overcome his shame.

“You sound so pathetic,” you giggled. “Okay, puppy. Make a mess of yourself for me.”

Hyunjin wasted no time before attaching himself back to your leg, and the sensation of his bare length brushing against you sent sparks of pleasure through his body. “Thank you, Mama,” he gasped out.

His heightened sensitivity had him reduced to whimpers in no time. He bucked his hips against your leg, gripping onto your thigh with even more urgency than before. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and his mouth hung open as moan after moan spilled out of him.

“You like this Jinnie?” you asked sweetly. “Getting off on my leg like a mutt in heat?”

Hyunjin groaned sinfully before giving a strained nod. “Hah...yes,” he managed to answer, his length twitching wildly against you as he began to move with more urgency. “F-feels good, Mama.”

The room was filled with the sound of his mewls and the jingling of his collar, and you felt yourself grow more aroused with every noise that escaped him. Your hands found his hair again, tugging at it roughly as he slid his cock against your leg.

A particularly loud cry caught your attention, and you gave Hyunjin a curious look. Sweat had begun to trickle down his face, and he bit down on his swollen lower lip as if to stop himself from saying something.

“Everything okay?” you asked, voice softening a bit. Another desperate sound rose in his throat and you felt a tinge of worry, wondering if he’d overwhelmed himself beyond words.

Hyunjin slowed his grinding to a more gentle pace before answering. “M-more…” he panted. “Mama, more, p-please.”

Your worry was quickly replaced with amusement as understanding washed over you. “More?” you echoed. “Did I hear you right, puppy?”

Hyunjin nodded frantically, and you used your hold in his hair to pull his head back, forcing him to look at you. His wide eyes met yours, full of lust and guilt.

“Wanna be inside you, Mama. Need it.”

The breathless plea sent a shiver down your spine, and you steeled yourself to keep your expression firm. “That’s not what we agreed to,” you pointed out, tightening your grip on his hair. “What was it you told me? I’ll take anything?”

Hyunjin’s face flushed a deep red as you mimicked his earlier promise. “I’m sorry, Mama. It’s not enough,” he whined, voice shaking. “Need you. Please, please let me inside you. I need you so bad.”

You continued to eye him sternly, trying to ignore how wet the sound of his begging was making you. When you didn’t respond, his tone grew more frantic, and he pushed his length against your leg for good measure. “I can make you feel good, too. I can be a good puppy. Please, let me.”

He trailed off feebly, unable to hold your gaze any longer when he knew just how humiliating the view of him was beneath you.

“Hmm. I guess it can’t be helped,” you finally gave in. “You’re such a greedy slut, I don’t know why I expected any different.”

You tapped Hyunjin’s hands, and he obediently released his near death-grip on your thighs before detaching himself from your leg altogether. “Alright, baby,” you drawled, pulling your leg away. “Mama’s gonna let you inside, let’s see if you can keep your promise this time.”

Hyunjin’s eyes gleamed, his cock twitching uncontrollably at the thought of sliding into your wet heat. “Th-thank you, Mama.”

You shifted back on the bed and began to undress, not missing the way he swallowed hard, completely mesmerized as you slipped off your underwear.

Once you were done, you crooked your index finger, silently commanding Hyunjin to come join you on the bed. He scrambled onto the mattress and wasted no time before settling between your spread legs. You felt his length pressing against your folds, making your breath hitch.

Hyunjin was practically trembling with arousal, and he licked his plush lips in anticipation as he eyed the spot your bodies met. “Can I put it in, Mama?” he asked softly.

You reached up to give his head an affectionate scratch. “Go ahead, baby boy.”

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, Hyunjin lined himself up with your entrance, sliding in with ease. Your toes curled at the feeling of his cock filling you up, reaching the deepest parts of your core.

A long, shaky groan spilled out of him as he bottomed out inside you. “It’s s-so wet, Mama,” He gasped out, his eyes squeezing shut. “Feels—ngh—so good. Can I move? P-please can I move?”

You silenced Hyunjin’s babbling with a kiss, pulling him down by his collar to crash his lips into yours. They were soft and slick, and he let out an adorable mewl when you grazed your teeth along them. His length twitched inside of you, and you reluctantly broke the kiss to give him proper permission. “Fuck me like a good boy, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin moaned pathetically, pulling himself out halfway before snapping his hips forward again. He repeated the action immediately, slamming into you over and over as cries of pleasure tumbled out of him.

“Is this what you were begging for baby?” you purred. “Is this what had my puppy so territorial in front of his Channie-hyung?”

“A-ah! Yes!” Hyunjin sobbed, his head falling against your chest. “Love being inside you...hah...you’re s-so soft and warm.”

He brought a hand up to paw at your chest, squeezing the soft flesh with increasing urgency. His pace began to quicken, making your own pleasure spike, and you slipped your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

Hyunjin’s mouth roamed your chest until he found your nipple, earning a soft moan from you as he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck almost obsessively.

His needy whimpers grew muffled as nursed, thrusting into you with more and more vigor. The slick warmth of his mouth on your sensitive bud invaded your senses until he pulled away suddenly with a sharp cry.

“C-close!” he gasped. “Close, Mama!”

You moved your hand up to cradle his head, trying to catch your breath. “Is it too much already, puppy?”

Hyunjin’s expression was utterly sinful above you as he struggled to muster a response. “Y-yes,” he breathed, a trail of drool beginning to dribble out of his wet lips. “Wanna cum inside. Wanna fuck a baby into you.”

His filthy words sent sparks of electricity straight to your core, and you clenched around him involuntarily. “Yeah? You really think you deserve to? Only good boys get to finish inside.”

He gave a helpless nod, too far gone to handle your teasing properly. “P-please, let me. ‘M your good boy. Wanna fill Mama with my pups,” his voice turned up in a whine as his thrusts grew sloppier and more frantic. “Wanna show everyone you’re mine. C-can I? Please, Mama, please...”

A wave of arousal overtook you, so strong that you felt the last of your resolve crumble. “So filthy,” you murmured. “You can let go, puppy. Don’t stop until I’m full.”

Hyunjin mewled weakly in response, chanting his thanks over and over. With just a few more jerks of his hips, the muscles in his abdomen contracted rapidly, and he was spilling into you.

He let out a choked sob, biting down on his abused lower lip in a futile attempt to suppress the sound. You moaned lowly at the feeling of his seed filling you up, hot and thick. Incoherent whimpers spilled from his mouth into your skin, his length pulsing inside you as he emptied his load with no signs of stopping. You relished in the warm feeling of his cum coating your walls, suddenly overcome with the desire for more.

Just as Hyunjin’s breathing began to slow, you pulled roughly on his hair, raising his head from your chest. “Keep going, Jinnie,” you directed.

“Hah...w-what?” he panted, his disoriented mind barely registering the command.

“You said you were going to be good for me, yeah? Now’s your chance to prove it.”

Panic flooded Hyunjin’s eyes, quickly washing away the bliss of his orgasm. His lips trembled slightly, but he nodded nonetheless, knowing he didn’t deserve to be shown any mercy. “Y-yes, Mama,” he whispered.

He pulled out of you again with a wince, a sharp, uncomfortable sensation replacing any remnants of pleasure from his orgasm. Sucking in a deep breath, he began to thrust in and out of you obediently, grabbing onto your chest for some sort of comfort as the overstimulation fully set in.

The feeling of your walls sucking in his hypersensitive length quickly became too much for him, and his tiny grunts morphed into pained whines. “M-Mama,” he cried. “It hurts.”

“Mm, you can take it, can’t you?” you encouraged, sliding a soothing hand up and down his back. “You were so eager before, fucking into me like that. Don’t hold back now.”

Your words contrasted the gentleness of your touch, and with a sob, Hyunjin nuzzled his face into your neck. “It’s t-too much,” he hiccuped. “Please, Mama...forgive me.”

His begging echoed throughout the room, along with the lewd squelching of his length pushing in and out of you. His hips stuttered in exhaustion, and he cut off his apologies with a low groan.

“Almost there,” you breathed, tightening around his cock as you felt the pressure in your lower abdomen build up. “Keep it up.”

Hyunjin let out a relieved sigh as pleasure began to gradually creep up on him once more. The blood rushed back to his length, and he increased his pace, now chasing his own high along with yours.

His cock stirred up the seed he’d already emptied inside you, and the added stickiness of it nearly sent him over the edge right then and there. “G-gonna cum again soon,” he slurred. “Wanna fill you up again, Mama.”

You slid your hand up to his neck, wrapping your fingers right around his collar. Hyunjin whimpered sinfully as you squeezed the sides of his throat. “Yeah? Gonna fill me with more of your cum, puppy? Gonna make sure you breed me right?”

“Oh, God, please.” Hyunjin groaned, barely able to get the words out due to your hold on his neck.

You drank in his fucked out state through hazy eyes. His face was dripping with sweat by now, and small droplets hung on the ends of his hair, splattering onto your skin with each thrust. He shut his eyes tight as he focused on holding himself together, and his plump lips were borderline bruised from how much he’d bitten down on them.

Your breath hitched as the head of his cock hit your sweet spot, pushing against it in just the right way. Hyunjin seemed to notice as well, and he repeated the motion, angling his sloppy thrusts as best he could.

“That’s it,” you gasped, your hands moving from his throat to grip his shoulders. “Just like that.”

With just a few more thrusts, you came undone. Your nails dug into Hyunjin’s skin as your orgasm washed over you, sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. Your walls clenched around Hyunjin’s length, making him cry out sharply, and within seconds, his climax hit him as well.

A wave of bliss overtook you as his seed poured into you for the second time, warming up your insides in the most addictive way. He babbled incoherently into your skin, his stomach clenching and his cock twitching wildly.

It took several moments for the two of you to come down from your shared highs. Hyunjin flopped heavily against you as the last of his energy fizzled out, his sweaty body melting into yours. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his torso, holding him securely as he panted against you.

When Hyunjin’s breathing finally began to slow, he lifted his head to look up at you, relieved to find that all signs of sternness had been replaced with a fond, loving gaze.

“Th-thank you, Mama,” he murmured, looking completely and utterly spent. “And...‘m sorry for being so selfish today.”

You pushed back his wet bangs to place a kiss on his forehead. “You’re not selfish,” you reassured him gently. “But please, don’t ever doubt how much you mean to me, okay? You’re my one and only.”

Hyunjin buried his face in your chest, suddenly overcome with shyness. “I know,” he mumbled, fully relaxing to the sound of your heartbeat. “I’m yours…” There was a pause, then he let out a blissful sigh. “And you’re mine.”

#skz smut #sub!skz #sub!hyunjin #dom!reader #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader

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fluffylino · 4 months

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hyunjin does something risky after christmas lunch

-contains mature themes

"shhh be quiet" hyunjin whispered in your ear.

you tried. you really tried to keep your mouth shut. your chest burning with embarassment.

your grandmother had invited the two of you for lunch. hyunjin was more than excited to join in on the family lunch. helping with the food.

he even attempted to cook some butter garlic shrimps for your grandmother.

it had been an hour since yall finished lunch. the two of you walking into your grandma's second bedroom.

you plopped down on the bed, face first. groaning at how nice it felt. hyunjin did the same.

except he chose to fall right on top of you. giggling as you tried to swat him off.

your laugh dying down. realising how heavy he was on your back.

basically pushing you into the mattress. his body covering yours. bulge perfectly slotted between. not to mention, the christmas dress you wore was flowy. and the material was thin.

allowing you to feel him.

all of him.

"should w-"

"doll if you need an extra pillow, help yourself" you shoved him off so hard, he plummeted into the pillows kept at the end. there was no way you could get caught in such a compromising position.

"yesss grandma, we'll sleep for sometime!" you let out in a sing song voice, assuring her that she could nap for a while as well. to which she nodded, smiling brightly when hyunjin thanked her for being so sweet.

and with that she shut the bedroom door. there was an other door as well. one that opened up to the hall. and the one she came in from led to the passage.

so when you turned around. hyunjin had a smirk on his face. he had layed himself across the bed in such a seductive pose, you couldn't resist.

and when you were close enough, he pounced on you. tackling you on the bed. both of you laughing and playing around.

you had fallen asleep. for maybe 20 minutes.

woken up to the feeling of wetness between your legs. you sighed out, pressing yourself closer to hyunjin. chest to chest. his arm thrown over your waist. your leg hitched over him. you were closer than ever. his hot breath on your neck. lips leaving slow wet kisses.

you opened your eyes. his nose almost touching yours. eyebrows furrowed.

"you're up" he mumbled, and then you felt something hard nudge against your entrance.

wait, when did your panties come off. well they weren't off completely. just pushed below your knees.

"hyunjin" you whisper yelled. every ounce of sleep leaving you at the realisation.

you couldn't be doing something like this at your grandmother's house.

all your thoughts evaporating. burying your face into his covered chest. fingers fisting his shirt as he pushed in.

completely. not giving you time to register anything.

"aahh" he sighed out, closing his eyes. you were tight. it had been almost three whole weeks since. the two of you being busy. and now that it was christmas, he had got to spend more time with you.

"hyun-nie not h-here" you murmured.

what if she walked in. you knew one of the doors couldn't lock. but you didn't know which one.

was it the first door?

or was it the second door?

"as long as we stay silent, no one will know" he reassured, pulling you against him. his hand hooking under the knee that was over his waist.

using it as a lever to thrust into you.

"missed being i-in you" his voice was soft. his hair tickling you when he kissed you. you moaned into his mouth.

dick filling you up so well, you wanted to cry.

"shouldn't be d-doing...here" he nodded, trying to soothe your anticipation.

"taking me so good" he praised, tongue grazing your bottom lip which he had already chewed up. relishing your lips like it was his candy.

your heart racing at the thought of being interrupted. the thought of being caught. even though his bedsheet covered you.

and he froze.

and you froze.

footsteps right near the door.

it was probably your grandmother walking outside the room. involuntarily you moved your hips, a choked moan leaving his parted lips.

but you were quick to cover his mouth with your hand.

"don't you feel dirty having me in you...on this bed" you shook your head. hyunjin, himself was panting softly. rutting into you at a slow pace.

"you started it" you let out, bringing your hand up to cup his face.

so pretty. so elegant. he really was ethereal. a single drop of sweat trickling down his chin.

"sorry doll, you looked so ravishing" he admitted. hand stroking your thigh that was hooked on his hip.

"missed y-you"

he kissed your forehead, moving his head back on the pillow. eyed locked onto yours. that was one thing he loved. eye contact. it made everything more intimate.

"sweet baby are you gonna cum?" he asked, his own chest heaving as much as yours. you nodded.

"i-im cumming..in you" his thrusts growing erratic. filling you up in spurts. triggering your own release as you coated his dick.

pulling out carefully. he made sure to keep your dress out of the way.

your heart swelling at how passionate he was being. he got off the bed, crawling to the edge of the bed. you were surprised.

until his mouth made contact with your cunt. back arching as he wasted no time im eating you out. still dripping with a mixture of both of you.

covering your mouth with your hand at the feeling of his tongue in you. overstimulation kicking in. thighs closing around his head. but he didn't mind it.

slurping at your pussy with pure desire.

and he came up. climbing over you. hands on either side of your head. pressing his coated lips against yours.

kissing you. opening his mouth to let you have a taste. so filthy.

yet so unbearably hot.

#this is so soft #I legit wrote it in half an hour #need a loving bf like him #hwang hyunjin imagines #hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #dom!hyunjin #dom hyunjin #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz drabbles #lee know smut #lee minho smut #bang chan smut #mommy hyunjin #fluffylino works

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nanaseo1999 · 4 months

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Hyunjin taking you home no one talking just the breath of both not really unpleasant . You look at the landscape a little silence wouldn't hurt . But meanwhile, Hyunjin couldn't stay quiet. He like the silent yes sometimes it’s cool but now he can’t stay calm whit his cock hurting.Your outfit is not that provocative , your top is just a little low-cut nothing special.Hyunjin takes your mouth to shut you up, not wanting everyone to pay attention to you because of where you are. You were having trouble assimilating everything that had just happened but the sensation wasn't so unpleasant, you were in the back seat, all your clothes were scattered all over the car, the heat began to be unbearable for both of you but that didn't stop him in his tracks.You were on his thighs, forced to move your body up and down, leaving only the sound of hyunjin's grunting and the slap of your thighs against his.

#stray kids #hard thoughts #dom stray kids #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x reader #dom hyunjin

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imrllytootiredforthis · 1 year

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Oh and I would love to see a fic for the Hyunjin as a sub headcannon! I love everything mentioned there and maybe I’m just a sucker for painslut Hyunjin 😌 if you’re comfortable could you add humiliation, pegging, and a breeding kink maybe?

Such Pretty Hands

Pairing: hyunjin x reader

Summary: Hyunjin gets a little distracted as he watches you play the guitar

Warnings: dom reader, fem reader, sub hyunjin, choking, pegging, breeding kink, humiliation, hand kink, exhibitionism (kinda?), spanking, explicit sub-drop (with aftercare), hair pulling, probably more

Word Count: 5k

A/N: I think this is what you wanted and I hope you like it! As always, any and all feedback is welcomed and my requests are now open just read the rules here. Also ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Hyunjin had been staring at your hands for five minutes.

Twenty minutes ago he'd texted you, telling you he was coming home after dance practice with the rest of the group. The two of you were planning on hanging out for the day so you just waited in their dorms for him.

The apartment was quiet, missing the usual noise of the eight rowdy boys living there. It was normally a place so full of life (well, if you could call yelling, laughing and stomping around life) but now it seemed so...dead, empty.

And you had no idea what to do so you just sat there on the couch scrolling on your phone, bored out of your mind until something caught your eye.

There was a guitar sitting in the living area, a nice one. Probably expensive but well used, it definitely wasn't brand new.

'Most likely one of the boy's' you thought, brushing your fingers over the strings. It had been a few weeks since you'd last been able to play, work and other things taking over your life.

But now-now you weren't doing anything and surely the owner of it wouldn’t mind.

Carefully you picked it up, checking to make sure it was in tune before you began to play, muscle memory taking over as your fingers glided over the frets, humming along with the melody.

It was fifteen minutes ago that Hyunjin had gotten home.

You could hear down the hall as the door unlocked and opened, his feet scuffling on the hardwood floor as he took off his shoes before wandering around the apartment for you.

All he wanted was to melt into your arms and cuddle you for the rest of the day, watch a movie or something as you played with his hair, occasionally giving a light tug to which he'd respond with a stifled groan.

Maybe you'd even give him a massage or something, his body was sore from falling earlier in-

When he finally saw you, hands tensing and flexing around the neck of the instrument; movements so precise and smooth, your head tilted down, furrowed eyebrows in concentration, he could only freeze in place.

His tongue glided across his lips, wetting them.

Your fingers were lithe and long, longer than his for sure and your nails were short, chipping black paint on them.

On a particular part of the song you were playing your hand tensed, squeezing the guitar so hard your knuckles went white, you close your eyes, humming along loudly with a content look on your face as you lost yourself in your passion.

Gulping, he couldn't help but imagine how pretty that hand would be around his throat, your passion directed toward him instead of that stupid guitar.

And god-was he now feeling jealous of a stupid instrument?

"Hey baby, how was practice? Where are the others?" You asked without looking up, missing the dumb look on his face as he blinked and shook his head, trying to shake away the feeling of arousal pooling inside of him.

“O-oh um, good? I guess. They decided to stay out for longer.” His eyes didn’t waver, never leaving your hands as he spoke, nervously shifting in place.

He could imagine the way you’d pin him down by his throat, climbing over him as you smirked down. ‘Pathetic, I haven’t even started and you’re already so hard for me.’ you’d coo.

He’d blush and bite his lip to stop from moaning as your hands began to ghost over his body, touching all his most sensitive places until he’d buck up against you then maybe, just maybe you’d look at him with a glare and smack his thigh, warning him to be good.

“Hyunjin.”

He hadn’t realized that you stopped playing until you were calling his name, waving a hand in front of his face.

The guitar now sat back on its stand and you were in standing there in front of him, your voice demanding and eyes concerned.

“You good?”

His mouth opened, a million different things to reply with coming to mind. Things like dropping to his knees right where he was now or begging you to do anything you wanted to him just so long as you touched him.

But he didn’t get the chance to reply as you turned quickly to the kitchen. “You look sick. Here, let me get you some water.”

He blinked once, twice, trying to figure out what he should do before finally making up his mind. “No, I’m okay. Just a bit tired’s all.”

Apparently it wasn’t an option. You came back with a glass of water, lifting it to his lips, “Drink.” Without thinking he obeyed, the cool water sliding down his throat.

You watched his throat bob, adam’s apple moving as he drank the water. He looked so pretty like this, head tilted upward. You couldn’t help but imagine how it’d look if you were standing over him with his head like that.

Pulling the glass away once you deemed he’d drunk enough, you set it on the coffee table and sat back on the couch, patting beside you to signal for him to sit as well.

Cuddling into you, he relaxed as your hands found purchase in his hair you finally realized what had gotten him acting so weird. “So what’s got you all excited babyboy?”

He flushed pink, “n-nothing, it’s just...” he paused as he shifted away from you trying to adjust his pants so you wouldn’t see his raging boner before you stopped him by wrapping your hand around his wrist and pulling it away.

His heart skipped a beat as he stared at where you touched him. It wasn’t his throat you were gripping but he supposed that this could work for the time being.

“Look at me Hyunjin.” His eyes flew to yours, the hungry look in your own made something scream in the back of his head. Slowly he could feel himself breathing more heavily. “Tell me what you want baby.”

His eyes held your eyes for a moment longer before ever so slowly he took the hand that was still gripping his wrist and brought it up to his neck, eyes falling shut and mouth hanging open in bliss as you understood what he was trying to say and lightly squeezed.

And just like he’d imagined before, you pushed him back into the couch by his throat, climbing into his lap and smirking down at him. “Such a little slut aren’t you, baby? Getting all worked up from just watching me play the guitar hm? So desperate for me to choke you?”

He nodded as much as he could as you gripped him harder. “Yes! Couldn’t help it, Mistress looked so pretty playing the guitar. Couldn’t think of anything else!” He moaned lowly.

You hummed at the use of your title, feeling yourself clench around nothing. Maybe it was because he’d had a hard time at practice or because you hadn’t been intimate for the past few days but he was slipping faster than he normally did.

He brought his hand up to where you held him and placed it over yours, simply caressing your hand as he held eye contact with you.

To say this was an irregular occurrence would be a lie. Hyunjin would often get fixated on your hands, when you wore rings or played your own guitar or pretty much anytime you did something where he could see your hands.

First he’d get all needy, sometimes bratty, then he’d beg you to choke him and majority of the time he could come untouched from your hand simply wrapped around his pretty little neck.

It was pathetic and so fucking hot whenever it did happen.

His eyes held a mischievous light, like he was trying to act tough while splayed out under you, begging you to choke him. Then he squeezed your hand, in turn making yours squeeze him harder.

His body stuttered under you and his eyes rolled back into his head his mouth falling open to let out the most delicious mix of a sob and a whine out. “Aww, honey. I’ve barely even done anything to you?”

Your free hand slipped under his waistband, feeling his soiled boxers, “dumb little baby can’t even hold it in long enough for me to actually touch you.”

A fake pout crossed your face as he whimpered, eyes filling with tears as he looked up in embarrassment, not so subtly bucking up against you.

This was harder than you’d ever choked him before, his face turning slightly red from lack of blood flow as you gave him a moment to come down but as you tried to pull away his grip on you tightened.

“Please, no. Don’t let go of me.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned down to leave a quick peck on his lips, a whimper left him as your hand retreated, moving down to the hem of his shirt to lightly tug at it. “I’m just gonna take this off for you.”

He nods quickly, sitting up as his hands move to roam your body. Up your shirt and playing with the clasp of your bra with a contained hunger, something you’d let slide this time.

Swiftly you pulled his shirt off, throwing it off somewhere in the room and your lips met his in a long awaited kiss.

It was hungry and messy as he threw his arms around neck, pulling you impossibly closer to him, rocking against his clothed dick which was still so sensitive it made his hips jump.

His body was so beautiful, all sharp lines and sculpted flesh. So defined and perfect. His skin ever so soft as your fingers reached down to trace his abs, goosebumps following all the places that your blunt nails travel making him shiver.

Your tongue sweeps through his mouth feeling and claiming every inch of it before pulling away just to whisper, voice hoarse and low, “Strip and wait on the bed for me.”

He’s nodding so eager and willing to please. You move off his lap, purposely shifting against his crotch to hear the stifled whine he makes. And then without a second thought he’s getting up and racing to his room.

Smirking at his eagerness you relax into the couch, pulling out your phone to let him wait for a little.

He gets so desperate when he has to wait. And so anticipation serves as your best tool.

Hyunjin is most likely laying on that bed right now, all spread out and naked, trying his hardest to be patient and not touch his weeping cock. Your cock. He’d try to remind himself while attempting to convince himself.

But in the end it was his decision that decided his fate.

Whether he waited and was ready to be rewarded for being your good boy.

Or if he didn’t and you’d spend the night teasing and roughing him up for being a little bratty whore.

Either of the thoughts is enough to almost make you moan aloud. At the end of the day you’d be more than happy to do either for him so it was his choice and his alone.

A few more minutes pass and you decide to make your way to Hyunjin’s room an lo and behold.

Pausing, you feel like you short circuit for a moment, the only thoughts you can think are mixtures of ‘he’s so pretty’ and ‘god, i want to cover every square inch of that pretty body in marks and bruises.’

It seems that he’s worked himself up alone just fine. He’s laying face down on the bed, ass up supported by his long gorgeous legs and head buried in a pillow to muffle the sounds he makes as pre-cum drips down onto the mattress beneath him.

One of his hands is once again around his throat, the little pain slut he is and the other is knuckle deep with two fingers stretching open his ass.

He jolts and lets out a yelp as you smack his ass-hard, but that doesn’t stop the groan muffled by the pillow that follows and the way his hips move to chase your hand, already aching for you to do it again.

And so you do, three quick spanks in a row. One lands on his thigh then his right cheek and finally his left.

You lean over him and grip his hair tightly using the leverage to lift his head from the pillow, wet spots cover the cotton, evidence of the drool and tears that run down his pretty face.

“Such a whore that you can’t even wait for Mistress, huh baby?” you coo, leaning over his body to reach his ear.

Shaky arms try to support his body but you’re sure if you let go of his hair he’d face plant back onto the pillow.

“Please!” Back arching, his tiny waist trying to grind back up against you he begs. Tears begin to spill down his cheeks as he babbles on about how much he needs you and how he couldn’t think of anything else for the whole day.

It’s almost enough to make you crack. He’s nothing if not the prettiest beggar you’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

Pouty plush lips and eyes looking up at you through his lashes, voice just the perfect mix of whine and whimper that makes you want to give him anything and everything his heart desires.

But you’ve been at this with him enough that you know what he wants is for you to not give him what he wants.

“And why should I do anything to you?” You begin to pull away from him before he swiftly rolls over, laying perfectly onto his back, wrapping his arms around your neck and legs around waist, holding you in place against him.

“No! Pl-please, I need you. I need you so bad! Please, I promise-I promise I’ll be a good boy for you!” Hyunjin’s face contorts into a pout with his bottom lip slightly trembling. His eyes watery and wide, begging.

He grinds up against your clothed heat, wincing at the sensitivity of his bare skin against your rough jeans but still goes on, letting the pleasure overtake the pain.

You sigh because you both know you can never resist him for very long when he gives you this look. You’d just hoped that you’d had the willpower to deny him longer.

Pulling the pillow down you move his hips up for him, maneuvering them to rest the spit soaked pillow under his lower back. Your hands knead the soft flesh of his butt, soothing the skin.

The look on his face immediately drops-ever the brat-knowing that he’d won you over. He buries his face into your neck, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses all over, careful not to leave any marks as you warn him not to. Moaning out soft combinations of ‘Mistress’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘jus want to feel you’ into your ear.

“Tell me what you want you greedy slut.” His hands find purchase in your hair, still clinging to you like a monkey.

Lazily grinding up against you he mewls loudly as you add a warning tap to his thigh. Pulling away just enough to see your face he asks almost shyly (which you both know is just an act) “will you fuck me with your strap-on?”

He says it so sweetly, despite the words he’s actually saying. “Of course.”

Unwinding his arms and legs from around you, you open the bedside drawer where he keeps his assortment of toys. Ballgags, paddles, vibes, and several different sizes of dildos for you to use of him.

“Which one do you want to use?”

He shifts on the bed and looks, thinking thoughtfully before finally picking out the largest, a nine inch purple one.

He watches with eager eyes as you pull off your clothes and put on the harness, growing even harder as you stare at him with a knowing smirk while you start to strap it onto the harness before pausing, your smile growing larger with the idea that comes to mind.

Finishing, you saunter closer to him in a way that exudes confidence. In a way that would make his knees shake had he been standing up. “On your knees and open up.”

He slides onto the ground in front of you smoothly and you resist the urge to drool at the way his perfect dancer body moves. Contorting and over-exaggerating the movements in the places he knows you like.

Teasing you in the way he knows best.

The carpet soft against his knees unlike the last time you did this on the hardwood floor of your apartments kitchen. You tap the dildo against his lips, patiently waiting with a wicked gleam in your eye as he opens his mouth, eyes falling shut and tongue hanging out.

He struggles to take it all as you swiftly shove it into his mouth, almost choking. It’s girthy and he struggles to wrap his lips around the whole thing. He’s trying to and the sight is such an arousing visual, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter from simply watching

But you get impatient, then you grab him by the roots of his hair and in one quick push the whole thing goes in, nudging against the back of his throat.

He gags around it, tears welling up in his eyes. “You look so pretty struggling to suck on my cock, Jinnie.” Giving an experimental thrust he can’t help but moan at the way his scalp burns from how hard you’re gripping him.

“Makes me wish it was a real dick, just to watch your face as I cum down your throat. You’d look so pretty with it smeared all over your face after I finish, just a little cock-hungry whore all for me.” He moans at the thought, gasping for air when you pull it out so just the tip is in his mouth before thrusting in again with a renewed vigor.

His hands move to your ass, gripping it and pushing it harder and harder, making the strap lodge deep into the back of his throat.

And fuck, he wishes it were real. He wishes that you would cum down his throat just like this, he’d swallow every drop, not wasting a single bit.

He wishes that right when you were about to cum you’d pull out and jizz all over his face and then pull out your phone to take pictures of him all ruined with swollen lips and teary eyes. All cock-hungry and you’d tell him that; call him a cock-hungry whore for you. Maybe you’d even write the words on him, the idea could nearly make him bust alone.

He even imagines at times while you’re splitting him open with your strap that it was real and that you’d cum in him and fill him so full of your seed that his tummy would grow all heavy with your baby.

No matter that scientifically it would never work, the idea was so hot to him. The act so hot to him that he’d gone online several times and found straps you could fill with fake cum but he’d back out before he could ever press the purchase button. He’d found himself a few times almost screaming it as he came.

You pull out and his mouth hangs open, ready for you to go again but when you don’t his eyes fly open.

You’re looking down at him with an amused light in your eye. Hungry like your the wolf and he’s a delectable little morsel for you to eat.

“Get on the bed.”

Nodding, he very ungracefully flopped onto the bed in his rush. A snort left you and he glared, a blush rising on his face.

All traces of laughter left the atmosphere as he bit his bottom lip, eyes hooded and his legs parted, placing the pillow under his hips. The places you spanked him were a rosy red on his pale skin and his cock leaked pre-cum aching for you to touch him.

“Fuck me?” Voice unsure and quiet, he looked slightly embarrassed about being so exposed no matter how many times you’d seen him like this (and in far more compromising positions) before.

You pressed the tip of the strap against his hole and he greedily ground against in, wiggling his hips to try in vain to slip it in as you circled. “Don’t tease me!” He whined.

Smacking his thigh, his voice went higher in pitch, his head falling back against the pillow with a shaky breath. “But you’re so pretty, baby. How can I not tease you?”

Circling a few more times around his puckered hole you decide to be merciful this time.

His breath hitches, eyes going wide as you slowly push in, a tiny whine that’s almost inaudible leaving him.

The strap slides in easily with his spit lubricating it and him already being stretched out from playing with himself.

As you remember that you immediately push all the way in, and without giving him a second to breath or adjust, you start at an already punishing pace.

Eyes widening, he gasps out. His hands search for anything to find purchase on, finally landing on your shoulders, his blunt nails leaving scratches on your back making you hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure.

You quickly find his prostate and he lets out a whimper, long legs wrapping around your back, causing the tip to nudge harder against the spot.

“P-please. Go-go faster. Too sl-slow, faster!” He cants his hips up, trying to gain more friction but instead you smack the side of his thigh once more, leaving his flesh stinging and forcing an unholy keen from somewhere deep inside.

“A-again! Do i-it again!” He gasps out, nails digging into your back even harder now. You’re almost positive he’ll leave marks that you’ll have to be careful that your roommate won’t see but you can’t bring yourself to care at the moment.

He cries out in pleasure as you smack him twice more, one on his opposite thigh and one on his dick.

You tsk as he writhes under you, downright sinful noises falling from his lips. “Y-yes! Do it again-doitagain! Please, I need it! Please, please, please, please.” He gasps out, whines filling in the pauses of his words.

“You’re such a fucking painslut aren’t you? God, it just makes me want to ruin you.” you purr into his ear.

“Fuuck!” The word drags slowly from his mouth.

Suddenly you pause.

Was that? No-maybe?

Hyunjin whimpers, tugging at your arms, thrusting his hips, doing anything he can to try and get your attention back on him. “Mistress, ple-ease! Fuck! Why’d you stop?”

Straining your ears, you could hear laughing and talking from the main room.

The others were home.

A thought came to mind and you smirked, beginning to lazily move again. “Do you hear that Jin?”

With his mind all foggy and hazy, a stupid smile crossing his face at the fact that you’d continued to pleasure him, it takes him a moment to process what you’d said. “Hm?”

“Don’t you hear it? The boys are home.” You whispered into his ear, hand moving to rub his dick as you continued to thrust.

His brain felt like mush and the way that your hand slid up and down his cock easily from how much pre-cum he’d leaked felt nothing short of heaven. But he tried to push that away for the second being and listened closely to hear that in fact, they were home.

They were talking about take-out or something, before the conversation shifted to him.

“Don’t worry so much Chan, he’s probably with (Y/N) at her apartment. He was saying today that he was going to hang out with her afterwards.” Hyunjin couldn’t decipher who’d said it but that didn’t matter as you began going harder and harder.

Stray moans left his mouth, whimpers and whines he tried to hold back but failed. You covered his mouth with your spare hand, a bruising pace set against his prostate making him shiver.

Drool covered your hand within seconds as his tongue laved against your palm putting in great effort to not scream your name so loudly that not only the boys outside would hear but the whole building.

You lean down to his ear, a flush growing where your warm breath fans across the side of his face and whisper, “Don’t make a sound, baby. Don’t want the others to know that you’re in here moaning like a whore while I fuck you, do you?”

As soon as the words leave your mouth he can feels himself getting close-so fucking close. His mouth falls open in a silent scream, bucking hips and squeezed shut eyes. “Please-please, can i cum, can I cum, can I cum!”

“You can cum whenever you need to baby.” You whisper, watching his pretty face as he is at the tip of his high, so, so close to falling.

“Mistress please cum in me, please I wanna feel you.” He whimpers softly, his head far off into that headspace that makes him feel floaty, not able to think coherently.

It’s only sensations now. Pleasure and pain. The feel of you pressed against him. The way your hand slides up and down his dick, jerking him off. A dick lodged so deep in him and his head so far off that for a second he forgets it’s fake.

Your eyes widen, confused, but fuck, the idea of it is so hot.

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes darken in lust, voice dropping a few octaves, low and husky in a way that makes him shiver. “You wanna have my baby?” Hand moving from his dick to his stomach, a slight bulge from your strap inside him. Pushing down lightly, he mewls. “Want me to fill you up, make me a mommy, honey?”

“Fuck, I want you to breed me, wanna have your baby. Please, please, p-”

He’s cut off as his high hits him, head on like a truck. His mouth falls open, back arching up off the bed. So far gone that it doesn’t register to him that the boys are just outside, you clamp your hand over it before he screams you name with the intensity of it.

His vision goes white and for a second he can believe that he’s actually died from the way his body goes completely numb from the overwhelming pleasure of it all.

Trembling, little grunts and whines leaving his mouth you watch him fall apart, tensing up and then melting onto the mattress, completely boneless as he tries to catch his breath in heavy pants and and shaky sniffles.

You pull out of him slowly, a whimper leaving him as you do, hole clenching around nothing a sudden empty feeling replacing it.

He felt gross and dirty. He felt insecure and needy. He wanted you, he wanted you to smooth back his hair and tell him how good he was.

God, why was he like this?

Why did he like this kind of stuff?

Was he not enough of a man?

Did you think less of him for it?

Did you wish he was more dominant, fucking into you while the others were outside, having to cover your mouth to keep you from making noises?

Why couldn’t he be that for you?

You stand up off the bed and he curls into a ball, a few small sniffles and little cries leaving him that make your heart feel heavy. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll be there in a second.” You assure him, taking off the harness and turning back to him as fast as you can.

When he feels the mattress dip behind him he rolls over to face you. His eyes are a bit watery, his sub-drops were hard and left him with an unexplainable empty feeling in his chest.

You open your arms and he curls up with you, resting his head on your chest. Pulling up the blankets around you, you look down at him “You good?”

“Do you wish that I acted more like you do while we have sex?” His voice was muffled against your chest but you heard it all the same as if he’d screamed it into your ear.

You could feel your heart crack a little.

Pulling his head up to look at you, you stared at him, your own eyes beginning to water. “Of course not. You’re perfect.”

One hand held the soft plush of his cheek while the other lightly scratched his scalp.

“I love the way that you’re so needy for me. The way that you’re so willing to please me. The way that I can take care of you and make you feel good. I love that you’re submissive and that you trust me enough to share all the things that you wanna try.”

His eyes were soft, welling up with more tears. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off before he could start. “And most importantly I love you, every part of you, with every kink and every twisted thought in your depraved mind. You’re my pretty little baby, my good boy and I love you just the way you are. Do you understand me?”

He nods and buries his face into your soft skin again and you can feel the sensation of tears and his heated blush against you.

The feeling of your arms around him was comforting. He felt warm and safe and happy. “Love you.” He whispers, so quiet you almost miss it.

Smiling, you squeeze him just a bit harder, making him hum in appreciation. “Love you too, honey.”

“Oh, and by the way, that ‘breed me’ thing was incredibly hot.” You stated, watching with a smirk as he pushed his face farther into your tits in embarrassment.

“Stooop.” He whines.

“Whatever you say, baby boy.”

Twirling your fingers in his hair, he falls asleep. His breathing slows and body falls slack in your embrace.

Outside the boys all exchange glances.

They’re equal parts horrified and disgusted and slightly aroused from hearing their hyung’s muffled moans.

“What the fu-”

“-I guess they aren’t at her place.”

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Rules

The Bet part two

hwang hyunjin x fem reader x han jisung

word count: 11.4k (i’m so sorry lmao)

genre: fluff, smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: they’re all in looooove, dom!hyunjin, switch!reader (reader falls into both dom and sub headspace in this fic), switch!jisung (jisung falls into both dom and sub headspace in this fic), mean!hard dom jisung, bratty!jisung, semi bratty!reader, stoner!jisung, multiple mentions of weed, use of restraints, degradation, praising, teasing, unprotected sex (pls just don’t), one mention of anal, phone sex, masturbation (m and f), use of toys, dirty talk, marking, choking, one slap, crying, drool, video tapping, voyeurism(?), pet names: good girl, good boy, whore, slut, angel, baby, baby girl, use of sir (for jisung), slight sub space, aftercare, there’s so much happening and it’s all so filthy i’m so sorry i’m a whore. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: hyunjin gives jisung a punishment, but he’s never been a very at following rules.

a/n: I STG I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS FIC TO BE SO LONG BUT I KINDA POPPED OFF. i had so much fun writing it, i really love these three and their dynamic so i just couldn’t stop myself. i’m so excited for you all to read the continuation of this storyline! i hope you all enjoy :)

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents hwang hyunjin or han jisung as people, or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

At 2 am, the October rain was at a downpour, loudly hitting the front windshield of the car currently sitting in park outside of the airport. The car was warm, the windows steaming in contrast to the cold air outside. Music was playing at a low volume, barely audible over the tapping of the rain.

You sat in the backseat, knees pulled up to your chest. The small cotton shorts you wore to bed the night before rode up your legs, leaving skin exposed to the cold leather of the car. Your hair was still damp from the shower you took hours ago, legs sore and bruised from being held open before that. All you wanted was to sleep, but you also didn’t want to leave the airport parking lot anytime soon.

Jisung was in the driver seat, head pressed against the headrest, looking up at the ceiling of the car. He wore one of Hyunjin’s hoodies, which loosely fit him, and workout shorts that barely touched his mid thigh. His hands went up to his face, sneaking under his glasses to rub his eyes. He had barely slept; he couldn't bear to miss the short amount of time left.

Hyunjin sat in the passenger seat, blonde hair pulled out of his face with a headband and in a low pony. Out of the three of you, he was the most appropriately dressed for the weather; black joggers, a big sweater, and close toed shoes. Both you and Jisung had opted to wear sandals on the drive. He was looking at Jisung, hand resting on his boyfriend’s thigh. He wanted him to look at him. He needed him too. He wasn’t leaving the car until he did.

Work trips always hit Jisung the hardest, and Hyunjin’s job took him on a lot. Most trips he stayed in the country, only gone for a handful of days at a time. Sometimes, though, they took him out of the country, and those were more unpredictable when it came to length. You had learned to assume they were anywhere between a week and a month, typically about three weeks. Hyunjin had lucked out this time - he would only be gone two. Even though it was one of the shorter trips, Jisung still had a hard time parting with him.

It wasn’t that Jisung needed you or Hyunjin around all of the time - he understood the two of you had jobs and friends and hobbies outside of the relationship, and he did as well, so he always respected that. It was that he loved you both so deeply in ways he couldn’t even begin to explain that when either of you are gone for more than two days, he gets sad. He just wants you in his arms, he wants to feel your skin on his, Hyunjin’s kisses on his shoulders, he wants to wake up in bed with the both of you.

So this was hard for him. Both you and Hyunjin understood that. He needed a second to collect his emotions before he could say goodbye.

When Jisung finally looked at Hyunjin, his eyes were watering. The hand not on his thigh cupped his face, gently catching any tears that rolled out.

“Don’t cry, my love.” Hyunjin whispered, minty breath fanning Jisung’s face. The dark haired man shut his eyes, trying to savor Hyunjin’s scent. He always smelled like mint and rainwater, with hints of vanilla from the shampoo he used. Jisung never tired of it - he would drown himself in it if he could. “I’ll be back so soon.”

Jisung leaned into his touch, warm and soft against his cheek. “Don’t want you to go.” His voice was a whisper.

“Me neither.” Hyunjin slowly closed the space between them, softly kissing his boyfriend. His lips always tasted like cherry from his chapstick, and Hyunjin swore it gave him a buzz every time they kissed. He let Jisung’s tongue explore his mouth, drinking in the taste of him before he pulled away. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

Jisung nodded his head, knowing if he spoke his tears would be unstoppable. Hyunjin understood that as well, turning his attention to you to give him space.

“My girl.” He called softly, reaching out for you. You moved to the edge of the seat, hugging him as well as you could from the back. One hand wrapped around your center, the other in your hair, Hyunjin cradled your head as he held you close to him. “I love you so much.”

You clutched onto his shoulders, willing yourself not to cry. It was safe to say that this was hardest on Jisung, but that didn’t make it easy for you or Hyunjin, either. You knew when you got home that you would be holding Jisung as he cried, the two of you eventually falling asleep intertwined. You would let yourself cry then, not wanting Hyunjin to worry too much. You wanted him to enjoy his trip, enjoy the new place he was getting to explore.

“I love you.” You mumbled against his shoulder. “Call us when you land?”

Hyunjin pulled away from you, hands falling to grasp yours. “And every chance I get.” He brought both of your hands up to his mouth, peppering them with sweet kisses before he leaned across the console to capture your lips. If Jisung tasted like cherry, you tasted like mint, lip balm always rubbing off on him and making his lips tingle when the kisses ended. He loved it - it excited him. Even after all these years together, Hyunjin found excitement in you daily. You thrilled him in ways he never understood, and didn’t want to understand. He just wanted you, and everyday he thanked every god he could that you were his, and that he got to share you with his favorite man in the world.

You were the one to break the kiss this time, wanting to get one last look at him before he left. Your fingers traced his jawline as if trying to memorize him. “I can’t wait for you to come home.”

Hyunjin smiled sweetly at you, kissing the fingertips that now ran across his lips. He couldn’t wait to be home, either.

Hand still on his face, he turned to Jisung. “Sungie, could you pop the trunk for me?”

Jisung nodded, reaching down to grab the lever.

“Do you want us to walk you in?” You asked as you finally moved your hand away.

Hyunjin waved you off as he collected the backpack at his feet. “No, it’s pouring out there and cold. Stay here. I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Do you need help with your bag?” Jisung asked the question this time.

Hyunjin shook his head no. Once he had all his things, he turned to you, placing a swift kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and finally on your lips.

“I love you, angel.”

He turned to Jisung, repeating the same kisses on his face. When he was done, he kept his lips near Jisung’s, not quite ready to pull away.

“I love you, Sungie.”

Jisung smiled sadly, gently rubbing his nose against his. “I love you, Jinnie.”

Before Hyunjin pulled away, he whispered lowly, tone soft but threatening: “Don’t forget the rules.”

With that, he was out of the car, blowing kisses as he collected his suitcase from the trunk and ran inside the airport.

The rules.

The stupid, fucking rules.

Just thinking about them had Jisung’s grip tightening against the wheel, his focus narrowed in on the road ahead of him.

When Jisung joined the couple two years ago, it took a few months to figure out the sexual dynamic, especially with you and Jisung both being switches. It was easy to say that Hyunjin was always in charge, no matter what, but what about the two of you? What happened when either of you dommed?

Hyunjin was the softer dom of the three of you. He loves to praise, showering you two with kisses and always making sure you felt as good as he did. He was gentle and kind, the most aggressive thing about him was his love for calling you a whore in bed. He was patient and slow to anger, so he hardly was the one giving out punishments. It was good that he was soft, because you and Jisung were not.

You considered yourself in the middle - you weren’t soft per say, but you weren’t a hard dom either. One of your favorite things to do was making Jisung cry, watching him writhe and beg underneath you. Or on top of you. Honestly, wherever you wanted him, he would be. He was a good boy for you, and you loved bossing him around. Your punishments were always mild; wanted to cum? Fine, do it. Over, and over, and over until you were sick of it. Didn’t want to listen? Fine, he could watch you and Hyunjin fuck with his hands tied, unable to do anything but cry for attention. Wouldn’t stop mouthing off? You would shove your panties in his mouth without hesitation. He wanted to act like a slut, you would gladly treat him like one.

Jisung was mean when he was in charge. He would set rules that he knew would be impossible for you to follow just to punish you. He liked seeing you covered in bruises and hickeys, often shoving you to your knees hard enough to hear the hit of them echo. You were nothing but his little fuck toy to use whenever he dommed, only there for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. And you adored it. There was something so incredibly sexy about the way Jisung treated you like you were nothing while Hyunjin kissed you softly and praised you at the exact same time. Every time Jisung and Hyunjin dommed you, you swore you ascended, loving every second the contradicting treatment.

While similar doms, you couldn’t be more opposite subs. You loved to listen, always wanting to hear Hyunjin call you a good girl and fill you with cum. He called you angel for a reason - always so willing and ready for him, at his beck and call whenever he wanted you for whatever he wanted. Rarely would you ever act up for Hyunjin, or even Jisung. In all fairness, Jisung’s rules were impossible to follow, setting you up for failure, but you did always listen to him. You were good for both of your boyfriends, even Jisung in his hard dom state could admit that.

With Jisung, it depended on who it was and what he wanted. He tends to listen better with you, knowing that you always made it worth his while in the end. If he ever wanted something, he would always go to Hyunjin first, knowing he’d be the most likely to give it to him. And he did, most of the time. When he got what he wanted, he was as good and sweet as you were, wanting to do anything Hyunjin asked of him. When he didn’t get what he wanted, however, he would act out.

It was almost impossible to push Hyunjin’s buttons so hard that he would give punishments, but with Jisung, it had happened a handful of times. Jisung enjoyed being a brat; he enjoyed pushing his patient, loving boyfriend to the breaking point, watching his soft face grow hard as he ruined Jisung.

The last time he pushed Hyunjin that far was last week. Jisung had been a brat all day after Hyunjin told him he couldn’t have a blowjob until they were done running errands.

“Behave and you can cum all in my mouth later, baby boy.” His boyfriend had told him.

Jisung had whined and whined, telling Hyunjin he needed his mouth now, not later. But it was no good, Hyunjin just telling him if he waited that he would get all he wanted and more.

After Hyunjin had told him no, he went into your home office to try and convince you. Out right asking would get him another no, so he decided to try a different angle. Jisung sat on his knees next to your desk chair, resting his chin on your thigh to get your attention.

You glanced down at your boyfriend, wide eyed and pouty, and removed your headphones. “Hi my sweet boy.” Your hands found his hair, running through them softly. “What’s with that pout?”

Jisung closed his eyes, leaning into the feeling of your touch. “Just wanted some attention.”

“Mm, what kind of attention?”

He opened his eyes, blinking up at you sweetly. You knew he wanted something the moment he put his chin on your thigh, and the look he was giving you confirmed it.

“Want your mouth on me, please.” His tone was needy and pitchy, and you knew he was ready to beg for what he wanted.

“I see. Have you been a good boy today?”

Jisung nodded quickly. “So good, baby. I listened so well last night, and this morning when I made you cum. Remember?”

“Yes, but didn’t you get to cum inside me? Was that not a good enough reward, Sungie?”

He felt disappointment wash over him, his lip slightly trembling as he looked up at you. “It was the best reward-“

“Then why are you asking for more?”

It was then Hyunjin walked in the room to remind you that it was almost time to leave. He didn’t expect to find Jisung in there with you, pouting at you with puppy eyes.

“What’s going on?” Hyunjin asked, strolling over to the two of you.

You looked up at him, hands firmly gripping Jisung’s hair to keep him in place as you spoke. “Sungie was asking me to blow him. Apparently filling me up wasn’t enough of a reward.”

Hyunjin sighed, squatting down next to Jisung. Jisung looked at him, realizing that there was no way for him to talk himself out of this. “What did I just tell you? Did I tell you to come in here and bother our girl while she worked, or did I tell you to wait?”

Jisung felt his disappointment get overpowered by annoyance, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his boyfriend. “You told me to wait.”

“So you ignored what I said in hopes that she would give you what you wanted? Did you want her to get in trouble with you?”

Jisung gritted his teeth. “No.”

Hyunjin stared at his boyfriend, assessing him. He could tell he was beginning to get upset about not getting what he wanted, but Hyunjin wasn’t happy that he ignored his very easy order. If he wanted to be a brat, fine. Hyunjin would let you deal with him later.

Standing up, Hyunjin leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. “Leaving in five. Are you at a good stopping place?”

You nodded, hands finally releasing Jisung from your hold. “I’m ready now.”

Jisung moved back so you could stand up, then followed your movements. When he was on his feet again, Hyunjin stood in front of him, fingers gripping his chin to make him look at him.

“Be good, and you still might get what you want.”

And he tried. Jisung really, really tried to be good. But then he watched the way Hyunjin grabbed your ass in the grocery store and the way he would give you little kisses as the two of you checked the grocery list. The only touch Jisung got at the store was Hyunjin holding his hand. It wasn’t enough, not when you were getting showered with affection and he was getting none.

While you were squeezing bread, Jisung decided to make a move on Hyunjin.

“Jinnnnnie.” He whined, tugging on his hand.

Hyunjin looked down at his boyfriend, eyebrows raised. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Jisung pouted his lips, sticking them out for a kiss.

“Do you think you deserve one?”

He was getting really sick of questions like that today.

“I’ve been so good this whole time.” His voice was a shrill whine, not even bothering to hide how frustrated he was. “Just want one kiss. Please?”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, deciding to cave. “Fine, but only one.”

Jisung’s eyes lit up, leaning in for the kiss. Hyunjin pressed his lips against his, giving him a small peck before moving away.

The light left his eyes.

“That’s it?” Jisung asked, his face heating with anger. “Just a peck?”

Hyunjin glared at him, sternly telling him to behave with his eyes.

No, no. He was sick of this.

Jisung stomped over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and immediately began pressing kisses on your cheek. You wiggled against his hold, giggling slightly as you asked him to stop.

“Come on, baby.” His voice was low, sending chills down your spine. “Just wanna give you a few kisses is all.”

You almost let him continue, wanting to feel his lips all over your skin more than anything, until you remembered what he did in your office. You pushed his hands off of you, patience gone. “You need to stop before I take away any hopes of you getting a blow job today.”

Then, he did something he never does with you.

He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.” He mumbled, moving out of your grasp and walking away from the two of you. You and Hyunjin exchanged looks, and it was clear that both of you were sick of his attitude.

Jisung texted the group chat that he would be in the car, and you and Hyunjin finished up the shopping. While waiting in line, you told him that you were sick of Jisung acting like a brat and that you think you should go ahead and punish him. Hyunjin shut your idea down quickly.

“He’s a good boy. He deserves another chance.”

Hyunjin regretted giving him that last chance.

Once the three of you got home, Jisung went right into the living room and turned in his gaming console.

“Sungie, can you come help us before you play games, please?” Hyunjin asked as he placed two bags on the kitchen island.

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, no.” He snapped out before sitting on the couch and pulling up his last played game.

Trying to keep his composure, Hyunjin took a deep breath and tried again. “Jisung, please come help us, and then you can go back to being mad at us for the rest of the day.”

He didn’t answer, purposely ignoring Hyunjin.

You came into the kitchen, three bags in your hands, and immediately felt the tension. You glanced over at Hyunjin, ears redder than you’ve ever seen, a vein popping in his neck.

No questions were needed. Hyunjin didn’t even look at you as he walked into the living room and quickly unplugged both the game console and the tv.

“What the fuck-“

“Shut up.” Hyunjin hissed. You watched with wide eyes, scared to walk any further into the living room. Hyunjin was patient and slow to anger, but when he got there, he was the last person you wanted to fuck with. “I am so fucking sick of your attitude, Jisung. I gave you so many chances to listen, and you didn’t even try. I’ll ask one last time - get the fuck up and help, and I’ll think about lessening your punishment.”

Then, Jisung locked his fate in with a sly smirk, staring Hyunjin dead in the eyes before saying:

“Make me.”

His punishment was one you liked to give him when he didn’t listen: tied up on a kitchen chair naked, forced to watch you and Hyunjin fuck over and over again. At first, you thought it was a bit tame, wanting to give him something more. But then Hyunjin slammed himself into you without warning, and you knew this was going to affect Jisung in ways it never had before.

Hyunjin had you bent over the kitchen table, one hand on your hip while the other held your face down, pointed in Jisung’s direction. Jisung watched as you screamed, fingers clawing at the wooden table while Hyunjin fucked you at a relentless pace.

“Fuck, what a good girl, screaming so loudly for me.” Hyunjin hissed, hand leaving your hip to circle around and find your clit. You jolted forward at the touch, hips banging against the edge of the table. Clenching around him, you started to warn him that you were close, and he was about to let you cum.

Until he looked over at Jisung to tell him to watch, only to find his abs and thighs painted in his own cum.

Hyunjin stopped abruptly, still inside you. You whined at your lost orgasm, ready to beg for more when Hyunjin grabbed your hair and pulled you against his chest.

“Look at him.” Hyunjin said, a wide smile across his face. “So desperate to cum at that he made a mess without anyone touching him.”

Jisung flushed, feeling small beneath your gazes. He hated the way it turned him on, hated the way it pushed him back to the edge to hear you two talk about him like that.

A scoff left your mouth, and Jisung whined at the sound. You smiled at him before turning to Hyunjin, eyes dancing with mischief. “Make him do it again.”

Jisung came twice more without touch, the last one making him sob when it hit before Hyunjin decided it was enough. After helping you down, whispering praise into your hair and kissing your fucked out face, he walked over to Jisung and began to untie the ropes.

“I’m going to start a bath for the two of you after I finish this. Make sure you both go pee and grab a drink before meeting me in the bathroom.”

Both you and Jisung nodded, too far gone to try and respond. As you made your way to the kitchen to grab water bottles, Hyunjin squatted in front of his boyfriend. The ties were loose, allowing Jisung to slip out of them. Hyunjin grabbed his wrist, kissing the rope marks over and over.

“You did well, Sungie.”

Jisung smiled. The aftercare made it all worth it. Hearing how proud Hyunjin was always made Jisung float, feeling just how deeply his boyfriend loved him.

“But we’re not done.”

His smile dropped quickly, and even you were surprised at Hyunjin’s last remark.

That’s when he set the rules in place. They would end as soon as Hyunjin returned from his trip, and if Jisung followed them, he would reward him with anything he wanted for a full week, no questions asked.

All he had to do was not touch you, or himself, while Hyunjin was gone.

Simple, right? It was only two weeks, Jisung could easily go that long without touching you or masturbating. It would be a breeze.

Except for the fact that the simple thought of them set him on edge and made him angry.

Jisung accidentally ran a red light, not even noticing the color.

“Sungie?” You said, hand resting gently on his thigh. “You okay? Do you need me to drive?”

You probably thought he was just upset about Hyunjin leaving. Which he was; his heart already ached knowing he wasn’t going to be in bed with the two of you tonight. Knowing it would be easier just to say that, Jisung shook his head. “Just miss Hyunjin.”

You frowned and leaned across the console to rest your head on his shoulder. “Me too. I wish he could’ve stayed home.”

Jisung nodded, slowing down as he entered your neighborhood. “Can we snuggle tonight?”

“Of course.” You softly responded. “I don’t want you to leave my side ever, especially not tonight.”

He resisted the urge to sigh, wanting nothing more than to take you home and make love to you tonight. Jisung loved alone time with you, getting to make you feel good and make you feel loved all night long. You were his favorite girl in the world, and he would do anything to make you feel loved and special. Not getting to show you how deeply he cared for you in that way…

It was going to be a long two weeks.

Hyunjin kept his word, FaceTiming the two of you everyday. He sent pictures in the group chat of everything he thought was noteworthy, and bitched when things were slow and boring.

You were surprised when you went into your home office the first day he was gone to find a note taped to your laptop screen. You opened it to reveal a three page letter from Hyunjin, detailing his love for you in poems and doodles along the edges. He ended the note with a hint, saying there were letters hidden inside your office, one for each day he was gone to remind you of his love for you. So far, they were all the same in length, and each one made you cry without fail.

Jisung had found a similar letter tucked in his work bag. His letters were hidden throughout his home studio and car, each listing different things he loved about him and why. Jisung reread each letter everyday. They even smelled like him, making Jisung cry harder each time he read them.

A week and two days into Hyunjin being gone, and things have gone smoothly. You and Jisung took a day trip to a place you’ve been wanting to visit for a while, spending the day eating ice cream and sightseeing together. There was a firework show that night that you two stayed late to see, snuggling on the hood of Jisung’s car together under a blanket.

At night, the two of you would lay in bed together, legs twisted together and holding each other close as you shared stories of your day. Jisung ended every night with soft kisses across your face, reminding you of how much he loved you and how everyday he fell harder for you. It was something he’s been doing for a while, but something about those sweet words this past few days made you melt more.

He was doing good with the rules Hyunjin left, too. Every time he felt like he was going to pounce on you or wanted to touch himself, he would exit the situation immediately and take deep breaths. Sure, it still made him mad, but he really wanted to try and be good.

Three days before Hyunjin was supposed to get home, you woke up soaked. The dreams you had kept replaying in your mind, and all you wanted was for someone to fuck you immediately. Jisung had left early to go to the gym, so you took the opportunity to get yourself off before he came home. You found your vibrator in Hyunjin’s bedside table and shed your panties, immediately pressing the toy to your clit. You turned it up to the highest setting, desperate to feel some sort of release, but it wasn’t enough. Holding the vibratior in your nondominant hand, you pushed your free fingers into your cunt, going hard and fast to reach your edge.

You thought of the night before Hyunjin left, leaning against Jisung’s back as held you open with his cock in your ass while Hyunjin fucked your cunt. The way he would kiss you as he went hard, then find Jisung’s lips after yours. Both Jisung and Hyunjin filling your holes, Jisung’s hands around your throat while Hyunjin’s were in your hair as they reached their highs. The praise they both gave you for how well you took them, and the way they teased you when you whined as they pulled out.

“Does our needy little girl need us again? Can’t go a few seconds without a cock in both holes?” Hyunjin’s gentle touch on your cheeks with filth spilling out of his mouth had you speechless, ready to beg for more.

Even that memory, that still made you drip when you thought about it, only pushed you a few inches closer to bliss. Your fingers weren’t enough. Your toys weren’t enough. You needed more.

You dropped the toy, reaching to the other side of the bed for your phone. The line rang four times before he picked up.

“Hi angel, is this an emergency? I’m-“

“Jinnie.” The whine that fell from your lips was pathetic, but you weren’t in the headspace to care. “Need your help. Need to cum so bad.”

The line went silent for a moment like he muted you. You waited for what seemed like an eternity, especially when you’re this turned on, for him to return to the call. Just when you thought he wasn’t, the line clicked back on and you heard the sound of a door shutting.

“I have to be fast.” The clink of his belt made your heart soar. “I had to leave a meeting for this.”

“I’ll be fast.” Your heart was hammering against your chest as you grabbed your toy. “I'm so close, Hyunjin.”

“Can’t believe you would call me in the middle of the day like this. You know I have to work.” He hissed, the sounds of skin slapping echoing in the background.

“‘M sorry.” You weren’t. “Just need you so bad. Miss you so much.”

Hyunjin groaned. “I miss you too, angel. Miss the way you’re so good for me. Miss that tight fucking pussy, fuck-“

“Jinnie-“

“Mm, miss the way you whine my name, too. Sounds so pretty for me. Say it again.”

You moaned his name again, repeating it like a mantra. You quickly put your phone on speaker phone, dropping it on your chest to utilize your other hand. Instead of pushing your fingers back in, your hand fell to your breast, twisting and pinching them the way you liked. The added sensation made you gasp, whimpers louder than before.

“Pretty angel, you close?”

You nodded your head like he could see you. “Wanna-wanna-“

“Come on, baby. Cum with me.” His words and the way he grunted the command out finally sent you into a spiral. You came hard, relief washing over you instantly. Hyunjin’s moans, low and soft, told you that he finished alongside you.

Staring at the ceiling, you tried to regain your composure, the noise in the background of the call helping you focus on something. The curses he mumbled as you imagined he tried to clean himself off. The sound something turning, knocking against something else and making a solid thudding noise. His belt clinking as he buckled it.

“Are you in a bathroom?” You asked, breath finally steady enough to speak.

A flush confirmed your suspicions. “Yes.”

“Gross.”

“Where would you have preferred me to get you off? In the middle of the conference room.”

“Yeah, that would’ve been hot.”

Hyunjin scoffed playfully, the smile that usually accompanied it clear in your mind. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. When does your flight come in Thursday?” You got out of bed to clean yourself up and get ready for the day.

“Midnight. But don’t worry about coming to get me-“

“We’re going to.”

“Baby-“

“Not up for debate. Besides, you know Jisung would kill you if you told him not to pick you up.”

“How is he doing?” Hyunjin’s tone changed at the mention of his name, worry lacing it. “I called him earlier this morning, but he said he was on his way to meet Changbin.”

Your heart ached at his concern. Hyunjin never worried about how you held up when he was gone. Sure, you were sad and you missed him, but he knew you had multiple ways to cope with his absence. Seeing as you two were together the entirety of your college careers, both of you living on opposite sides of the country during the summers and studying abroad at different times, you two found ways to still actively love each other with distance in between you. Jisung didn’t experience any of that - he was just your goofy, cute friend in college. He didn’t know how you dealt with Hyunjin being away, or how you distracted yourself when the pain of him not being within reach was too heavy. Jisung was still figuring it out, and having a hard time doing so.

“He’s okay.” You answered honestly. “Changbin’s been dragging him to the gym a lot, which is a good distraction. We’ve been on at least five dates since you left, and have another one planned for tomorrow. He still misses you a lot, but we’ve gone from crying every night to every few nights so he’s making progress.”

“I hate doing this to him.” Hyunjin’s voice cracked, a warning that tears were about to start. “It’s so hard for him, and I don’t want him to hate me for it-“

“No.” You cut him off immediately, voice stern but gentle. “Jisung does NOT hate you for this, Hyunjin. He misses you so much it’s painful, but he also loves that you get to travel and work a job you actually enjoy. Jisung is so proud of you. Just last night, at dinner with Chan and his girlfriend, he went on and on about you and showed all the pictures you’ve sent. He is so proud of you, Jinnie. Even if it sucks, you can see how happy he is for you.”

Your boyfriend sniffled, and your heart shattered. “Thank you. I needed that reminder.”

“Of course. We’re so proud of you, and so happy you picked us to love.”

He chuckled softly. “How’s he doing with the rules?”

You fiddled with the shower handle, setting the water temperature as you spoke. “Really good, actually. He’s shown more control over himself than I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s good to hear. How about you? How are you handling it?”

It was a loaded question. The rules didn’t only affect Jisung, they affected you as well. While you still had the permission to touch yourself, the past hour proved how inefficient that method was to your end goal. And as much as you’ve tried to ignore it the past couple of days, Jisung was incredible at turning you without even trying. Everything from the tight boxers he wears around the house, to the way his lips wrap around a joint, to the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours made you soaked. There wasn’t a moment you didn’t want to jump his bones, and the fact that you weren’t allowed to made him even harder to resist.

You debated on lying. Saying everything was great. No, you hadn’t been suffering at all. Sexual frustration? What’s that? “It’s been hard.” You admitted. “I just miss the way his body feels against mine. It’s hard when he’s right there and I can’t get even a bit of satisfaction from him.”

Hyunjin sighed sadly. “I understand. It’s like a punishment for you, too, even though you did nothing. I didn’t mean to make it hard on you, too.”

“It is.” You agreed, then fell silent, listening to the way the shower water padded against the marble wall. This wouldn’t be so overwhelming, so frustrating if Hyunjin had given you permission to punish Jisung in his absence-

Wait.

“Let me punish him.”

“Huh?” Hyunjin responded, startled.

“Let me punish him. That way he’s still suffering from the consequences and I get some relief.” The idea wasn’t your best, but Hyunjin hardly ever said no to you. “It would work out perfect-“

“No.”

“What? Jinnie, why not-“

“I said no.” The tone he used was the same he used on Jisung when he was acting up. Never has he once directed it towards you, and it made you feel both ashamed and annoyed. “He has to learn how to behave.”

“But I can help-“

“What part of no don’t you understand? Jisung is not fucking you, you’re not fucking him, nobody is fucking anybody until I get back. The only person you can fuck, baby, is yourself.”

You. The good girl. The sweet sub. The one who always listens no matter the dom. Always so willing, so obedient, so compliant. So…good.

You, standing in the humid bathroom, shaking as rage coursed through your veins.

How dare he speak to you like that? Like you’re the brat? Like you aren’t always on your best behavior for him?

How dare he punish you with these stupid rules when you’ve done nothing?

“Do I make myself clear? You are not allowed to even entertain the idea of fucking Jisung until I get back. Got it?”

“Got it.” You said through your clenched jaw. You hope he heard how unhappy you were. Hyunjin needs to know what he’s doing to you is incredibly unfair.

“Good.” His tone shifted, becoming soft once again. “I have to get back to my meeting now. I love you, I promise this will be over soon.”

You said your goodbyes, promising to FaceTime tonight when Hyunjin was free. The call ended, leaving you alone to stir in the anger. You did nothing to deserve this. You would be damned if you didn’t get what you wanted.

Jisung spent most of the morning in the gym. Changbin was a welcome distraction - helping him stretch and find exercises that let the negative emotions flow out. He would’ve stayed longer if Changbin hadn’t cut him off, telling him to go home and rest before he injured himself.

It was hard to leave your side this morning. When Jisung’s alarm went off, and he felt your legs over his and your hair tickling his bare chest, all he wanted to do was to sink into the bed and never leave. He almost called Changbin to cancel, but knew his older friend would end up dragging him to the gym if he didn’t. Begrudgingly, Jisung had left the bed, you pouting in your sleep when the warmth of his body was snatched from you.

Leaving you in the morning was the worst, but Jisung couldn’t believe how lucky he was to wake up next to you everyday.

You usually worked in the office on Mondays, so Jisung took his time getting home. He stopped for coffee, picked up breakfast, even took the long way home. The less time he had to spend in that empty house by himself, the better. It was too quiet when he was alone.

But when the garage door opened and revealed your car was still in its spot, Jisung was confused. Rarely did you miss going in on a Monday - it was the only day you were required to be in the office. What could have made you stay home today?

He was even more puzzled to find you on the bed, lying on your belly and facing away from the bedroom door. Your hair was damp, sticking to your bare shoulders. Legs shining under the mid morning light that leaked through the open windows like you had just applied lotion. You were completely bare except for a pair of panties. The sight of you had him cursing under his breath, unable to look away. It wasn’t because you were practically nude, or because he could smell your lotion from the doorway, or because you looked like a goddess underneath the sun. No, it was because of the panties. A simple pair; black satin, just sheer enough to show off the curves of your ass. The way they exposed just enough of you to make Jisung hard was divine, and exactly the reason why they were his favorite.

You hadn’t noticed he was there. He didn’t know if he wanted to make himself known. Jisung just wanted to stare at you - he wanted to memorize every inch of your body like this. The way your left leg was hiked up just a bit, revealing you clothed center.

The other thing Jisung loved about satin: wet spots were hard to hide.

And the one you had was large.

His sweats felt tighter, hand moving on its own to grab his growing cock. Fuck, you looked so pretty laid out like that. You were doing absolutely nothing and Jisung couldn’t even control himself. Thoughts of pulling those panties off of you, hiding them away so he could use them later. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel your body on his-

You shifted in the bed, rolling over onto your back. That movement was enough for Jisung to snap back to reality, quickly dropping his hand from his crotch. You saw him then, dropping your phone and sitting up on your elbows.

“Hi baby.” Your voice was cheerful, almost innocent, like you weren’t topless and Jisung wasn’t very obviously staring at your tits. “How was the gym?”

“Oh. Um-“ He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “It was fine. Why are you home?”

You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout, and Jisung was proud that he didn’t jump on you right then and there. “Didn’t feel like going in today, thought I’d take a long weekend.” You sat up fully, moving to the edge of the bed by the door. Grabby hands reached out to him, and he knew he shouldn’t move; if he touched you, he wouldn’t be able to stop. But the pout you gave him and the way you were reaching for him had him moving without even thinking. Once close enough, you grabbed the hem of his shirt, moving him closer to you. “Wanna do something today?”

Your fingers brushed against his lower abs, the pressure behind the stroke too heavy to be an accident. Were you doing this on purpose? Were you testing him? “Maybe. I was just going to get high and play some video games, so my schedule is clear.”

“We can still do that.” Your voice dropped an octave, and at this point Jisung knew you were playing with him. “Wanna shower the gym off and I’ll roll a joint? Then we can watch a movie or something.”

Shower. Yes. Jisung needed to leave this room immediately. “Yeah, that sounds good.” He moved your hands off of his shirt, trying to not seem too eager to get away. “I’ll be back in like, fifteen.”

He rushed to the bathroom, slightly slamming the door behind him. Jisung leaned against the door and tugged his shirt over his head in a fit of frustration. What the fuck was that? You knew the rules. You knew what Jisung wasn’t allowed to do. You were the good little sub. Why were you acting like Jisung?

His phone pinged with a notification. With shaky hands, he pulled his phone out his pocket. It was a text message from you, to the group chat with him and Hyunjin.

You: [10:45] three more days!!!

Hyunjin’s response was immediate.

Jinnie: [10:45] i can’t wait. miss you two so much <3

Three more days. Okay. Yes. Jisung could make it three more days. I mean, he’s made it eleven so far, three more days shouldn’t be that hard? It was the final stretch, he could literally see the finish line. He could easily do this.

Jisung locked his phone and went to put it on the counter, knocking something off the edge of it. He bent down to pick it up and froze.

Your vibrator, still wet from being clean, laid on the tile floor and confirmed that you were in fact taunting him. Everything was red, and Jisung was no longer shaking with self control, but anger.

You were fucking playing with him, knowing he couldn’t react. Everything, from the panties to the lotion to the vibrator; it was all intentional. All a part of your plan to piss him off. Jisung would wager that even the text message was part of it - reminding him how close he was to succeeding. And you wanted to play? This close to his win?

Fine, then. Jisung would fucking play.

He took more than fifteen minutes in the shower, purposely drawing it out to annoy you. His skin care routine took twice as long, and he even took the time to shave and brush his teeth for a second time that morning. You were a good sub, but an impatient one, and Jisung planned to take advantage of that.

The steam followed Jisung out of the en-suite bathroom. He walked right past the bed to the dresser, purposely avoiding your gaze as he looked for a pair of boxers. You were staring, and he knew it. Typically when he leaves the bathroom, he usually walks out naked to find his clothes. It didn’t take long for you and Hyunjin to adjust to Jisung being nude all the time to the point that you almost didn’t notice it. But today, he had a white towel tied around his waist, hanging low on his hips. It was out of the ordinary, commanding your full attention.

Once he found the pair he was looking for, he turned around to look at you. “Finish the joint yet?”

Your eyes were fixed on his v-line and the way the towel just barely concealed his cock. Still, you nodded. “I was just about to light it.”

He nodded towards you, silently telling you to do so. Jisung watched as you slipped the brown stick between your lips, forcefully moving your eyes away from his form to light it. Once lit, you took a long drag, eyes closing in bliss as you exhaled. You extended your arm, offering him a hit.

Jisung walked over to the edge of the bed, and took it out of your hands, only to put it back between your fingers, the mouthpiece now facing him. He leaned in, lips brushing against your fingers as he closed around it, staring right at you as he inhaled. Once he had enough, he took it all in deeply before exhaling, blowing the white smoke all over your face.

When the smoke cleared, he saw your wide eyes staring at him. You had caught on. You knew he knew, and that he was playing back. Quickly your expression changed in an attempt to hide the revelation, but it was too late. Jisung gave you a lazy smirk before leaning in, lips brushing tenderly against your cheek.

“Thanks, baby.” Then he was gone, leaving the next move to you.

And move you did.

Once Jisung returned to the bedroom, you had put a top on. Granted, it didn’t do much; a basic white tank top that had been worn so many times it was loose and kept little to the imagination. After finishing the joint, you whined about being snacky before leaving the room to rummage through the kitchen. Jisung was surprised when you walked back in with two popsicles instead of your typical munchies snacks.

“The smoke made my throat hot.”

Jisung would have believed you if it weren’t for how you were eating the popsicle. The way you sucked on it was pornographic, and the sticky popping noises you made when you pulled it out didn’t help. It was a good move, he had to admit - he would have a hard time hiding how quickly it got to him. After a long suck, you popped the cold treat out, a bit of the juice running off your bottom lip.

His turn.

“Wait.” He said as you made a move to put the popsicle back in your mouth. Jisung closed the space between you two, then used a finger to swipe up the pink juice. Locking eyes with you, he stuck the finger in his mouth, licking it clean. “Got it.”

The cat and mouse game you played went on for the rest of the day. You brushing your ass against his crotch as you squeezed by the get something, Jisung letting out a loud groan as he stretched out. It had gone on far longer than Jisung had expected it to; he was convinced one of you would break before dinner time. But dinner came and went, and both of you were still going strong.

No, the breaking didn’t come until Hyunjin missed the nightly phone call.

Jinnie: [19:50] hey, something came up and i won’t be able to call tonight :( i’m so sorry my loves, but i promise i’ll call the second i’m free

You saw the text first. You and Jisung had retreated to the bedroom for the night, a movie that only he was really paying attention to playing, as you had opted to scroll on your phone. It made sense that you would be the first to see the text.

You sighed sadly before nudging your boyfriend. “Look.”

Jisung rolled his head to the side you were on, face slowly falling as he read the text. A wave of sadness rushed over the two of you - the nightly phone calls made Hyunjin being away so much easier.

“I mean, it sucks, but if he’s busy-” Jisung said sadly, eyes still fixed on your phone as you responded.

You: [19:52] :(((

Jinnie: [19:52] i know. i’m so sorry. the moment i get a chance to slip away, i’ll call you. promise

You huffed, tossing your phone to the foot of the bed. Sinking lower in the bed, you crossed your arms and pouted, glaring at the movie like it was the reason for the missed call.

Your reaction was…strange. Jisung couldn’t help but stare at you as you silently threw a fit. He was usually the one to act out like this, not you. This reaction to a phone call, plus how you’ve been acting all day… What happened while he was at the gym?

Testing the waters, Jisung put his arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his chest. “Hey,” he cooed, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “It’s oka-“

“No, it’s not.” You pushed out of his arms, returning to the pouty position you were just in. “He’s not being fair.”

Jisung paused the movie before turning back to you. “What do you mean, ‘he’s not being fair’? You know how unpredictable his schedule is on work trips-“

“He’s not being fair.” You snapped, eyes shooting up to Jisung. He had never seen you so upset about something so minor. “First the phone call this morning, then this-“

“Phone call this morning? What phone call this morning?”

You shut your mouth. You had said too much. It’s not like Jisung didn’t know you were masturbating - he was well aware of it even before he found your vibrator this morning - so it didn’t make any sense why you would not tell him about the call.

“What happened during the call?” Jisung asked, tone low and serious.

“Nothing-“

“Don’t lie to me.” The way he was speaking to you gave you the chills, your body suddenly cold. “Tell me what happened during the call that made you act like a brat all day.”

You could not tell him. You could keep Hyunjin’s words to yourself, keep the way he made you so mad a secret.

But first he told you that you couldn’t fuck Jisung, who was just as much your boyfriend as he was his, then this?

“I asked Hyunjin if he could end your punishment early. I asked if we could fuck. I just really want you, Sungie. I miss your touch and the way you feel inside me so much, and it’s not fair that I have to suffer because you couldn’t listen.” You didn’t look at him once you spoke, fixed on a loose thread on your tank top. “That’s why I kept teasing you today, and why-“

Jisung was the one who broke.

Never have his kisses been so aggressive, so rough, so needy. Jisung shoved his tongue into your mouth, swallowing the moans you released at the feeling. His hands grabbed your face, lowering you sideways onto the bed and climbing on top of you. Jisung continued to kiss you, tongue seeking out every crevice of your mouth. You grabbed his hair, pulling yourself up to push your body against his and deepen the kiss. He tasted so fucking good, the heat of his body against yours making you higher than the joint you just shared.

Jisung broke the kiss, messy lips moving to kiss your jaw. He kissed all the way up to your ears, nibbling on the lobe before sucking right below it. You gasped as he marked you, using his teeth to make the hickey more prominent.

“Sungie.” You moaned, back arching as his love bites started to become painful.

“I can’t believe it.” He said, moving lower to mark up more of your neck. This time, the suction was more powerful, skin tingling as he assaulted it with his lips. “All this time, I thought you were the good one.” Two marks down, he moved to make a third, right under your chin. “Turns out, you’re just as fucking desperate and bratty as me.”

You shook your head. “No, no. I’m good. I’m a good girl-“

“It’s hard to convince me of that when you’re fucking shaking from just a few kisses.” Jisung hissed. He bit your neck hard, making sure to bruise it before he moved on.

Jisung gripped your hips, pausing only briefly to think about how to handle this. He could move away; after all, there were only three days until Hyunjin came back. And technically, he hadn’t touched you yet. Hyunjin would excuse just a few hickeys. On the other hand, Jisung was fed up. He was frustrated with the lack of touch he’s received the past two weeks, frustrated with how you acted today, frustrated that Hyunjin had told you, their perfect angel, no.

Fuck rules. He didn’t care for them anyway.

He grabbed the hem of your tank top with both hands and proceeded to rip it open, letting the flimsy material fall to the side. He was tired of waiting. Tired of taking his time. Tired of being gentle.

He was going to fuck you like you deserved, and didn’t give a shit what Hyunjin thought about it.

Jisung skipped teasing your breasts and went right to pinching your nipples, twisted and pulling as he made more marks with his teeth across the swell of them. You cried out, nails digging into his scalp as covered you with bruises.

This wasn’t okay. You should stop him. You knew he should; he was so close to being so good, to getting everything he’s wanted. But you couldn’t even think about stopping him, not when his teeth pulled on your now sore nipples, the tugging of them both painful and pleasurable at once. Not when you could feel his erection against your thighs, rock solid and ready. Not when Hyunjin could see how good you’ve always been, and he still didn’t give you what you wanted.

If Jisung wanted to break the rules, fine. Who were you to stop him?

“Fuck, Jisung.” You cried as his teeth scraped down the center of your chest, landing at your panty line.

He tsked, right in front of your center for the first time in weeks. “Is that my name, baby girl? Who am I?”

“Sir. You’re sir. Fuck-“ you were dizzy already, soaked like you hadn’t come just this morning.

Jisung hummed in satisfaction. “What a good girl for me.” He mocked. You were far from good, and both of you knew that. His teeth bit down the hem of your panties - those stupid satin panties - and pulled them off of you. Once discarded, he saw no need to waste time, diving face first into your cunt like he was starved.

And he was, if you thought about it.

Just like his kisses, his tongue moved the same way against your pussy. He lapped up every inch of you, using his fingers to spread your lips open more. You were already soaked, had been all day, so it was no surprise that the sounds of his tongue against your dripping core were louder than they had ever been. Jisung alternated between using his tongue and using his teeth, gently biting on your clit when your moans were too quiet. He had always had a thing for pain; always had been more willing to hurt you than Hyunjin was. You loved the way he balanced it out, always making sure the pain he caused you bled into an undeniable pleasure.

His focus moved strictly to your clit, dark eyes looking up at you as he shoved two fingers into your hole. Jisung pumped his fingers in and out of you with so much force, you were being pushed closer to the edge of the bed. His palm smacked your pussy as he continued the harsh movements, refusing to slow down at all.

When he began to both bite and suck your clit, that’s when the tears began to fall. That’s when your edge approached rapidly, stomach tightening like a rope.

“Sir, more. More, need more-“

Usually he’d tease you. Make you beg and cry before he gives you more.

But that just seemed too cruel today.

Jisung stuck a third finger into you, moaning at the way your screams began to echo off the wall. He had never heard you this loud, this broken for him.

He pulled off your clit, wanting to watch you as you fell apart.

“What? Does my little pain slut like that?” He asked, voice practically a growl.

Your hands grasped his biceps, nails digging into him. Nose scrunching, he hissed at the pain, but refused to slow his motions down. If anything, Jisung fucked you harder, wanting to feel you more and more.

“Love it, love it, love it-“ you chanted, eyes rolling back as they began to leak with tears. “Cum? Please?” The question was broken between screams and pants, and you were surprised Jisung understood you at all.

“You better fucking cum. If you don’t, you won’t get my cock at all tonight.” He had to yell to be heard over your screams, and he fucking loved it.

He loved that you were just as needy as him.

So, you came. Hard. The dam breaking and absolutely soaking the duvet underneath you. Jisung didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, the pace not slowing down even a little bit until he was sure you were finished.

Your hands fell limp to your sides, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung pulled himself out of you, soothingly rubbing his hands up and down your sides. He knew you needed a moment to come down, a moment to prepare for what was next.

As he watched you, tear stained and panting, Jisung felt his heart swell with adoration. God, he fucking loved you. He loved everything about you, from the way you always laughed at his stupid jokes or how you played with his hair to help him fall asleep, how you always held his hand in public and gave him the sweetest little kisses on the tip of his nose. He loved when you used your forefinger and thumb to squish his cheeks, the teasing way you’d call him “Sungie” before pulling him in and kissing him. He loved the way you let him learn your body, guiding him as he figured you out and then letting him have complete control when he wanted it. He loved the way you learned his quickly, knowing just how to make him putty in your hands.

He loved you. Every inch of you, every piece of you, every single second spent with you. You, you, you.

Jisung couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you, to have Hyunjin. To be with both of you and to be overwhelmingly loved by both in such different ways. He never felt special - always thought of himself as mediocre, unneeded and unwanted. Then you two came along, with cheap beer and a pathetic excuse for a bet, and he finally felt like he found his place in the world. You two were his world, his everything, and he would never let a day go by where he didn’t show you both how much he loved you.

That’s why these rules made him so angry. Because he couldn’t show you how much he loved you while breaking you.

And that’s when his blood began to boil.

Jisung ripped his clothes off, unable to spend another second not buried inside of you. Your eyes had fluttered open, watching him as he stripped down. When his hard cock was freed, he heard your whimper and smirked.

“Oh, baby.” He whispered as he slotted himself between your legs. One hand caressed your face, moving the hair that was sticking to it away. “So beautiful.” He places a sweet kiss on your forehead, kissing in a line down until he made it to your lips. “Always so beautiful. Especially when you’re crying for me.”

Hyunjin had the audacity to tell him to behave. The audacity to tell him he couldn’t touch what was also his.

That just wouldn’t do.

Jisung adjusted your legs so your ankles hooked on his shoulder. You looked so pretty underneath him. Always so pretty when he got to be in charge of you. Hyunjin tends to forget that Jisung’s temper is shorter, and that while he can be such a good boy for him, he absolutely will not hesitate to ruin you. Especially after you’ve walked around the house in practically nothing, taunting him the entire day.

Jisung’s had enough of stupid rules for this lifetime.

His hips moved against yours, tip of his cock sliding up and down your silt. The whines you released were heavenly, and all he wanted was to listen to them again and again.

The idea hit him like a train, and before he could convince himself it was a bad idea, he snatched his phone off the nightstand.

Phone in his left hand, he used his right to grab your neck, applying pressure until your whines slurred into moans. Your hands found his wrist, holding him against you while bucking your hips up.

Smiling, Jisung opened his camera and hit the red record button.

He squeezed tighter, causing drool to roll down your cheeks and mix with your tears. He chuckled at your fucked out state - hasn’t even fucked you with his cock and you’re already such a whore for him.

“Say hi to Hyunjin, baby.”

Before you could process his words, Jisung slid into you with no effort, and began his brutal assault on your pussy.

You would scream if you could. The pace he fucked you at was incredible, hitting every part of you and more. But the grip on your throat made it impossible to do so, raspy gasps the only thing escaping.

“Oh, look at you.” Jisung cooed, moving the camera closer to your face. “Jinnie’s little angel letting sir fuck her like the slut she is. Didn’t you just cum for him this morning, hmm?” When you didn’t respond, he let go of your throat to deliver a light slap across your face. “Answer me. Did you, or did you not?”

“Did, did, did-“ you whined, eyes rolling back until they shut.

Jisung chuckled before grabbing your throat again. “Couldn’t even wait for him to get home, making me break the rules.” He dragged the last word out, purposely mocking Hyunjin. As if this video wouldn’t piss him off enough.

When Jisung hit the squishy spot inside you, your eyes shot back open, hands scrambling to grip onto something. He laughed at your pathetic panic, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

“Going to cum again?” He said, hissing when he felt you clench around him.

Unable to speak, you nodded, digging your nails into his wrist.

Jisung chuckled, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Do it, angel. Cum, and I’ll give you mine.”

The camera moved to capture where the two of you were connected, and Jisung was so happy he decided to zoom in on it.

Especially when you screamed, squirting all over your bodies and the bed.

That alone made Jisung stop, moaning as he filled you to the brim with his cum. You were sobbing now, the overstimulation and feeling of his heat inside you sending you over the edge.

Jisung pulled out slowly, ending the video just as his cum followed his cock out of your core.

Collapsing on top of you, Jisung kissed all over your face, immediately praising you for how well you took him. You lied limp, only moving to hug him. All you needed was to feel him. To know he was here, and real, and that he loved you.

Jisung knew this. He knew how to care for you after scenes like this. So he kept you in his arms, praising you and kissing you, and not stopping until he felt your heart rate slow and saw your eyes shine again.

“There you are.” He whispered, stroking your cheek. “I was wondering when you were going to come back.”

Your bottom lip trembled, wanting to speak but being unable to. You stared at him, hoping he would understand what you needed. When he got off of you and immediately collected you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom, you knew he did. He sat you on the counter and started the bath, filling it with bubbles. Jisung washed your face and cleaned you up as the tub filled behind him.

Once clean, he took you over to the tub, gently placing you in the warm water before getting in behind you. He tried to lean you against his chest, but you turned around, hugging him like a koala instead. Jisung giggled, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close to him.

You finally spoke.

“Never leave me.” It was a rough whisper, shaking with the emotions that had begun to flood back to you.

Jisung kissed the side of your head, refusing to do anything other than keep you against his body.

“I never will.”

Hyunjin felt bad for many reasons; missing the phone call tonight, putting those rules in place, telling you you couldn’t punish Jisung.

It wasn’t like him, and he hated it just as much as you two did, but he hoped you would understand.

Especially considering he just climbed into a cab at the airport that was taking him home to the two of you.

When his boss told him he could fly home early if he wanted to, Hyunjin had never packed a bag faster. This trip had been harder than the others, and all he wanted was to see his favorite people, hold them, and kiss them all over.

So that’s why he told you not to do anything, that’s why he couldn’t call tonight. He wanted to surprise you. He would make it up to the both of you in thirty minutes when he was finally home.

The ding in his AirPods alerted him of a text, and he felt zero shame on how quickly he dug the phone out of his backpack. It was the text tone he used for you and Jisung, and he could hardly contain how excited he was knowing he’d see you soon.

Sungie: [21:38] 1 Video Attached

Sungie: [21:38] sorry, jinnie <3

Eyebrows raised in confusion, Hyunjin tapped play on the video.

The first thing he saw was you, face covered in tears, sweat, and drool. The marks on your jawline told a story Hyunjin didn’t want to hear, the hand clasping your throat only making things worse.

Hyunjin felt his heart stop, anger rising to the surface as he took in the video, watching it over and over and over again. He stared at the way you broke, the way cum trickled out of you, Jisung’s slap to your face. His sweats grew tights as he played it again.

“Say hi to Hyunjin, baby.”

The cab driver stopped the car, and Hyunjin threw him whatever money he could pull out of his wallet before climbing out. The only light on was in the master bedroom, flashes of blue indicating that the two of you were watching a movie.

“Say hi to Hyunjin.” He scoffed under his breath as he unlocked the door, the scent of his home welcoming him.

He didn’t think there would be many chances to speak when he gets to that bedroom.

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