#doyeon smut
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pairing: slytherin!jaemin x afab!ravenclaw!reader
words: 10.3k+
summary: na jaemin has asked you out every year since you came to hogwarts. maybe this is the year you’ll say yes.
genre: fluff, angst, smut
warnings: reader is shy, slight corruption kink, penetrative sex, loss of virginity, voyeurism, fingering, cunnilingus, public sex, squirting, creampies, messy sex
You’re in your first year at Hogwarts when Na Jaemin asks you out for the first time.
The both of you are standing in the middle of the courtyard and his ears are blooming red, either from the cold or pure embarrassment. He’s holding a chocolate frog, outstretching his hand to you.
“I think you’re pretty.”
You try to ignore the fact that your friends are squealing behind you. Your eyes are only focused on Jaemin, who’s wearing his signature smile. His best friends, Jeno and Donghyuck, are snickering behind him.
You know you want to tell the Slytherin that he’s pretty too, or at least thank him for the gift, but somehow your brain completely short circuits.
Your eleven-year-old self runs away from the group and back into the Hogwarts castle, breaking Na Jaemin’s heart for the first time.
—
You’re in your second year when Na Jaemin asks you out for the second time.
Your rejection of Jaemin the previous year spread around school like wildfire. Many of your friends asked you why you turned him down, especially when he was one of the most desired boys in your year. You didn’t know how to explain that he made you extremely nervous and his declaration of affection caused you to hate the attention you started receiving.
“Jaemin’s looking at you,” Doyeon giggles in your ear.
Your eyes wander up from your Potions book to see that, indeed, Jaemin is sitting at one of the library tables across the room, focus directed at you. You swallow and return your gaze to your textbook.
“Don’t you want to ask him why he’s staring at you?” Doyeon whines at your lack of enthusiasm. “He clearly still likes you!”
The librarian shushes your table and Doyeon sticks her tongue out when they’re not looking.
You sigh. “I just want to finish my Potions essay, Doyeon.”
You can practically see her roll her eyes in response. Jaemin has tried talking to you since the incident, jumping at any chance to partner with you during your classes together. You’ve only offered him rapid blinks and slow nods in return.
You groan when Doyeon suddenly elbows your side.
“Go and get me the book we need for Charms, please.”
“What? Why can’t you get it?” You frown, eyebrows furrowed.
She sighs as if you’re the one causing a problem. She gives you one of her signature looks and you grumble, pulling yourself away from the table. When you finally find the aisle you’re looking for, you nearly gasp when you see Jaemin there too.
Oh Doyeon, you sneaky witch.
He says your name like you’ve just caught the Golden Snitch. “Nice to see you!”
You smile awkwardly, ignoring the butterflies swarming your stomach.
“Hi, Nana.”
He beams when you call him by his nickname. You falter at his clear enthusiasm. You wish you were just slightly more brave to carry a conversation with him, but you resort to clumsily searching for Doyeon’s book. You sigh when you realize it’s on the top shelf.
Before you can attempt to grab it, you feel Jaemin’s chest press against your back as he easily takes it for you. You yelp at the proximity, ignoring his cheerful smile as he hands the book over to you.
“Looking for this?”
You try your best to steady your voice. “Um, yes?”
He chuckles. “You don’t sound so sure about it.”
Despite the book being safely in your hands, he shows no signs of stepping away from you. You avoid any eye contact you could possibly make with him.
“I should get back to my table,” you whisper softly. “Doyeon probably wants to get started on her Charms homework.”
“Meet me at the Astronomy Tower tonight?”
You blink at Jaemin’s question. He’s still smiling happily, fully expecting you to say yes.
“Um, I have a lot of work to get done tonight. Potions essay and all of that.”
“Oh,” he murmurs bashfully, scratching the back of his neck and taking a step away from you. “That’s okay. Some other night then?”
“Okay!” You squeak, taking your chance and scurrying away from him. Your abrupt departure prevents you from seeing the hopeful look in his eyes.
When you return to your table, Doyeon is smirking mischievously.
“You sure took a long time getting that book.”
“I hate you.”
—
You’re in your third year when Na Jaemin asks you out for the third time.
“Dude, she’s not going out with you. It’s starting to look super desperate.”
Jeno has to physically prevent Jaemin from lunging across the Great Hall table and attacking Donghyuck.
“Hyuck,” Renjun scolds from his spot next to Jeno. “You know Jaemin’s sensitive about it.”
“Whatever,” Donghyuck rolls his eyes. “All I’m saying is that everyone knows you like her, and if she liked you, then moves would have already been made.”
“You don’t know anything,” Jaemin hisses. “She’s just shy, that’s all. She doesn’t like the attention.”
Jeno glares at Donghyuck as a signal for him to shut up. Renjun even shoves a spoonful of chicken into Donghyuck’s mouth to make sure of it.
Jaemin’s focus returns to you as you’re giggling into your hand at something Yoo Jimin says. He fondly smiles at the sight of you looking so happy from across the Great Hall. He wishes you would look that happy whenever you see him too.
His attempts at getting you to agree to a date has been less than successful to say the least. Donghyuck was right — everyone in the Wizarding World knew of Jaemin’s crush at this point, but you still showed no signs of returning his affections.
“I’m not saying Donghyuck’s right or anything,” Renjun timidly brings up, earning a warning look from Jeno. “But maybe you should try crushing on someone else. Who knows? Maybe she’ll get jealous.”
Jaemin scoffs at the idea. As if he could like anyone else but you. It sounded unbelievably pathetic, but you were all he thought about. He wanted nothing but to hold your hand and kiss you in front of everyone.
Even if it made him the running joke to the rest of the houses, he didn’t care. He only desired you.
His blood boils when he sees Shotaro approach your table, cheeks red as he asks to sit down next to you.
“What the hell is he doing?” Jaemin hisses.
Jeno coughs awkwardly. “I heard from Sungchan that Shotaro has a little crush.”
“What?” Jaemin practically yells, causing the rest of his house to shush him.
“Alright, let’s be calm about this,” Jeno says, knowing how irritated his best friend could get. “Jaemin-“
Jeno’s protests are ignored as Jaemin makes his way over to your table. Jeno runs a hand down his face, praying that Jaemin doesn’t make a complete fool out of himself.
You nearly jump out of your seat when you hear your name being called. You glance behind you to see Jaemin.
“O-Oh,” you stutter, not expecting his presence. You fail to notice Shotaro’s shoulders slump in defeat at the sight of the Slytherin. “Hi Nana.”
You pay no attention to Doyeon and Jimin’s raised eyebrows from their positions across from you. Jaemin forces his hands between you and Shotaro, creating enough distance for him to sit in the middle.
“What are we talking about over here?”
Doyeon and Jimin exchange a look before Doyeon speaks up. “Shotaro over here was just talking about going to Hogsmeade this weekend.”
“Oh? I didn’t even know Hufflepuffs went outside,” Jaemin hums. Doyeon and Jimin cover up their laughs with a cough.
“Hogsmeade trips are for all students,” you mention quietly.
Jaemin smiles at you. “That’s right! I was actually thinking about going to Madam Puddifoot’s, want to join?”
Every student knows that Madam Puddifoot’s is where all the couples go on dates. Since this is the first year you’re allowed to take weekend Hogsmeade trips, you haven’t gotten a chance to see it for yourself. However, the thought of going with Jaemin seemed way too nerve wracking.
“She would love to!” Jimin interjects, shooting you a look.
“Actually, I was going to ask her if she wanted to go with me,” Shotaro says, glaring at Jaemin.
The two boys suddenly engage in a heated staring contest, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat. Doyeon and Jimin, on the other hand, are thoroughly enjoying watching the current scene unfold.
“Maybe we can all go!” You say in an attempt to ease the tension.
Doyeon’s head hits the table in reaction to your stupidity. Jaemin and Shotaro turn to you with confused looks on their faces. Jimin decides to help you out.
“Actually, I just remembered we promised Minjeong we would meet her at Honeydukes to grab some sweets. Sorry boys, maybe next time.”
You squeak when Doyeon suddenly grabs your arm, and before you know it, you’re being pulled away from the table.
Once you’re out of sight, Jaemin turns to scowl at the Hufflepuff.
“Don’t even think about it. Everyone knows I like her.”
Shotaro scoffs. “Just because you like her doesn’t mean she likes you.”
“Watch it, Hufflepuff.”
“Game on, Slytherin.”
A few minutes of intense glaring occurs until Jeno and Sungchan both rush over to the table, pulling the two boys apart.
—
You’re in your fourth year when Na Jaemin asks you out for the fourth time.
The only difference this year is that you already have a boyfriend. You’ve been dating Shotaro for a couple of months, and everything seems to be going well.
The only bump in the road so far was your friends.
“Listen, I’m just saying that Shotaro is really sweet and nice, but you clearly took the easy way out,” Doyeon complains. “I know that deep down, you like Jaemin more.”
“Doyeon, I really don’t want to hear this again,” you sigh, trying your best to focus on your History of Magic homework.
Doyeon and Jimin brought Jaemin up at least once a week. Ever since you started dating Shotaro, Jaemin took a hint and spent less and less time trying to get your attention. You still noticed his lingering stares here and there, but Shotaro would always try to initiate skinship with you just to remind Jaemin who you were dating.
“What are we talking about?” Jimin asks, plopping down on the couch in the Ravenclaw common room.
“How Jaemin is better than Shotaro,” Doyeon responds.
You frown. “You know, Slytherins aren’t even allowed in here.”
The two Slytherins ignore your protests. “Oh, Jaemin is so much better,” Jimin echoes. “I think she just likes Shotaro because he’s quiet and shy like her. But Jaemin would show her a much better time.”
“Jimin!” You hiss, growing embarrassed by the second. “Can we not talk about this please? I’m dating Shotaro and I really like him.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
You try not to let their words get to you since you know Doyeon and Jimin love to tease you. The thought of Jaemin still lingers in your mind, however, and Shotaro starts to notice you distancing yourself a week later.
“Are you okay?” He asks apprehensively, almost afraid of hearing the answer. “You haven’t been yourself lately.”
“I’m fine!” You try to assure him, ignoring the worried look in his eyes. “I’m just stressed with homework, that’s all.”
He smiles and you can’t help but compare it to Jaemin. Jaemin’s smile is a little brighter and more captivating, always causing your brain to malfunction whenever he grins at you.
“You don’t need to worry. You’re the smartest girl in our year,” Shotaro assures.
You laugh nervously. “Thank you.”
A few moments pass while the two of you are walking down the hallway before Shotaro clears his throat. He seems even more anxious than you.
“Did you hear about the dance they’re hosting this year?”
“Oh,” you hum, thinking about it. You remember Doyeon excitedly chattering the details to you, talking animatedly about what kind of dress she plans on wearing and how she’s going to style her hair. Jimin was equally excited, attempting to also raise your enthusiasm about the event. “Doyeon and Jimin have been mentioning it to me.”
He beams. “Good! I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”
You sheepishly stutter. You were honestly planning on skipping the dance in favor of getting a good night’s sleep. Although knowing Doyeon and Jimin, they would never let you ditch.
“S-Sure. That sounds nice.”
Shotaro’s smile extends tenfold, and he leans down to press a kiss against your cheek. You bashfully stare at your feet, avoiding his gaze.
When you relay the information to the two girls later, they’re so excited you agreed to go to the dance that they don’t even mention Jaemin. They eagerly discuss shopping plans and hair and makeup expectations, all while you panic on the inside.
They help you pick out a gorgeous blue gown that hugs your figure, which initially makes you nervous but with a lot of assurances from Doyeon and Jimin, you grow confident in your appearance. The girls do your hair and makeup for you, giggling about how cute you’re going to look.
“If only it was for Jaemin,” Jimin hums while applying your eyeshadow.
“Hey,” you protest softly. “You said you were happy that Shotaro asked me.”
“I am!” She argues. “It’s just that I know Jaemin really likes this color on you.”
“Is that why you picked this out for me?”
When the both of them fail to answer your question, you huff. Your curiosity gets the best of you, however.
“Is Jaemin going with anyone?”
You miss the look Doyeon and Jimin exchange over your head. “I heard he asked out Yizhuo,” Jimin answers.
“Oh,” you mumble. Yizhuo was a Slytherin girl in the same classes as both you and Jaemin, so it would make sense that he asked her. You remember her being very pretty and sweet whenever you got paired for projects together.
Doyeon smiles, sensing your disappointment even though you would never admit it. She presses a kiss to your forehead.
“Just have a good time tonight, my little flower.”
“You know I’m the same age as the both of you. You don’t have to keep acting like my moms.”
You giggle when they suddenly shower you in kisses as a response.
Shotaro perks up when you finally meet him outside of the Great Hall. He’s wearing a blue tie to match your dress, and he kisses the back of your hand in greeting.
“You look beautiful,” he compliments.
“Thank you,” you manage to whisper, feeling bashful by the attention.
Some of the other houses are stopping to look at you two, murmuring to each other and making you even more nervous. Your breath catches in your throat when you meet Jaemin’s eyes across the room. He’s smiling fondly at you, his emerald green tie matching Yizhuo’s dress.
Your heart sinks a little at the sight of them looking like a perfect pair standing next to one another. Shotaro nudges you out of your trance.
“Ready to go in?”
You nod, mustering your best smile. “Born ready.”
The night, by all means, was a picture perfect fairytale. Shotaro was a perfect gentleman as he led you on the dance floor, with you feeling slightly inferior to his incredible dance skills. You exchanged a few fun twirls with Doyeon and Jimin, giggling to one another in the midst of all the sparkle and flair. Your eyes only strayed a few times to catch the sight of a certain Slytherin boy dancing with his date.
It forces you to excuse yourself to catch your breath. Shotaro offers to go with you but you insist on him staying inside and enjoying himself.
Jaemin later finds you in the Astronomy Tower, overlooking the stars.
He clears his throat to make you aware of his presence, causing you to jump at the sound.
“Sorry,” he apologizes with a chuckle, taking the spot next to you. “I didn’t know I would catch you out here.”
“I just needed a breather,” you murmur, ignoring the fact that his arm is nearly pressed against yours. “It was getting a little stuffy in there.”
“Your boyfriend didn’t want to escort you out?”
If you notice an implication in Jaemin’s tone, you make no show of it.
“No, I told him to stay. He’s a great dancer, I don’t know if you’ve seen it.”
“Oh, I’ve seen it,” he says under his breath, almost with a hint of jealousy.
You two linger in silence for a bit before he breaks it.
“It would be wildly inappropriate for me to ask you out at this moment, right?”
You blink at him, startled by the sudden question.
“I thought you came with Yizhuo?”
“Yizhuo and I are just friends,” he brushes off. “She didn’t have a date and the girl I wanted had a date of her own already.”
He eyes you carefully and you flush in embarrassment, staring down at your hands.
“Jaemin, you know Shotaro is my boyfriend.”
“Yeah, that’s unfortunate, isn’t it?”
“Nana,” you whisper, hoping the nickname will convey exactly what you want to say. To tell him that despite your conflicting feelings, you’re still dating Shotaro and don’t want to hurt him in any way.
He nods in understanding before preparing to take his leave. “Before I go, I just wanted you to know you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. You took my breath away when I saw you. Shotaro’s a lucky guy and I hope he knows it.”
You watch pitifully as Jaemin heads back to the dance, ignoring the sound of your heart thumping in your ears.
—
You’re in your fifth year when Na Jaemin’s attempts start to falter for the first time.
You and Shotaro ended your relationship on good terms over the summer, agreeing that the both of you were better off as friends after holding hands started feeling too awkward. When Doyeon and Jimin found out about the amicable breakup, they were quick to get you back on your feet once you voiced your insecurities.
“Maybe it was me? Am I not pretty enough to kiss?”
They both frown, looking more disappointed than you’ve ever seen them.
“You are the prettiest girl at Hogwarts, so I have no idea where this is coming from,” Doyeon shakes her head, combing her fingers through your hair.
You’re sprawled on the floor of their shared bedroom after Jimin found a way to sneak you into the Slytherin dorms.
“You said it yourself that Shotaro and you broke up because it was too awkward. He never told you that you weren’t pretty enough to kiss,” Jimin reminds you.
“I know, I know,” you sigh. “But we just never did what normal couples do, you know? It made me start to think that it was because of me.”
“It could never be because of you,” Doyeon chides. “Besides, if you want to get kissed that bad, I know someone who would be first in line for that chance.”
It rattles you when you automatically know who she’s referring to.
“I heard he got a girlfriend over the summer,” you say quietly.
Jimin scoffs. “You heard wrong. I told you to only get gossip from me, I’m a reliable source. I’ve heard absolutely nothing about said girlfriend.”
The three of you are thoroughly surprised when you catch Jaemin the next day, hand in hand with Hyojung, a fellow Ravenclaw girl.
Jimin curses under her breath and Doyeon scolds her for not being the first one to know this new information. As the couple walk down the hallway, Jaemin’s eyes lock with yours. You both still, almost as if time has stopped in its tracks.
He’s the first one to break it, with Hyojung tugging on his arm and questioning why he suddenly stopped in the middle of the crowd. Your eyes well with tears before you stray from Doyeon and Jimin, finding an empty classroom to wallow your sorrows in.
Why were you so sad? It’s not like you had anything romantic in line for you and Jaemin. After all, you were the one who’s been rejecting him since you first stepped foot in Hogwarts.
You decide to ignore your muddled feelings for most of the first half of the year. Jaemin and Hyojung seem to be going strong and despite Jimin’s endless apologies, you insist that you’re happy for the couple and wish them all the best.
You get paired with Jeno for a Charms project as the winter season approaches. Jeno proves to be a diligent partner, equally dividing work and quietly finishing your portions of the project in the library together.
The question itches at the back of your mind one night, and you can’t stop yourself from asking.
“Jeno, how did Jaemin and Hyojung get together?”
He’s surprised by the inquiry, head tilted in confusion. “Well, their parents are friends and they used to be close when they were younger. They decided to give the relationship a try over the summer to see if it fits.”
You nod and thank him for answering. An hour passes in silence before he bites back.
“Why do you ask?”
You chew on the end of your pencil nervously. “I was curious. They just seemed to get together out of the blue.”
He studies your expression carefully. “You broke up with Shotaro over the summer, right?”
“Uh, yeah,” you reply awkwardly. “We decided it wasn’t a good fit for us.”
He hums in understanding.
The two of you finish your homework session without any more probing questions, and Jeno is fast to locate his Slytherin best friend afterwards.
Jaemin is startled when Jeno almost runs him over outside of the Slytherin dorms.
“What’s up with you?”
Jeno huffs, out of breath from rushing all around Hogwarts in search of him.
“Things with you and Hyojung — they’re not serious, right?”
Jaemin shrugs. “She’s pretty and nice. It’s not a bad relationship.”
“But it’s not a really good one either?”
“I mean, I guess so. Why are you asking?”
“A certain Ravenclaw girl just asked me about you,” Jeno divulges. “She asked me about you, Jaemin. You were far from any topic of conversation and she was the one to bring you up first.”
Jaemin freezes at the revelation. He spent the whole summer trying to forget about you, accepting that you were happy with Shotaro and perhaps Donghyuck was right, he was starting to look pathetic chasing after you. Hyojung’s family came to visit one day in August and after seeing how heartbroken he was, she suggested they begin a relationship to try and get him to move on. He agreed, mainly because his parents always loved Hyojung and he needed to get his mind off of you.
As twisted as it sounds though, Hyojung could never compare to you.
He doesn’t understand why you’ve enraptured him like this, it was just supposed to be a silly crush. He never expected to see flickers of you when he would kiss his girlfriend or think of your laugh when he’s holding someone else’s hand.
He shakes his head from the thought.
“Jeno, I can’t. You know I spent so much time getting over her.”
His friend rolls his eyes. “And how did that work out? You still look like a love struck puppy whenever she walks by and Hyojung is still convinced she can get you to love her. Wake up, dude.”
Jaemin presses the palm of his hands to his eyes, desperately trying to erase the fantasies floating through his head.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“I thought I already spelled it out for you. Free Hyojung from her misery and get your girl.”
When Jaemin approaches Hyojung the next day, his heart sinks in his chest as he registers the devastated look on her face.
“What? What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing,” he assures her. “I just don’t think this is working out. I haven’t been feeling any sparks.”
Her eyes well with tears and Jaemin starts to feel guilty.
“Is this about her? Are you seriously still not over her? We’ve been together for nearly five months, Jaemin!” Her sadness quickly shifts to unadulterated rage, glaring at him and hoping he’ll sink into the ground. “How could you lead me on this whole time?”
“I wasn’t trying to, Hyojung, I swear,” he promises, but they’re clearly empty to the girl in front of him.
“Go fuck yourself, Na Jaemin.”
You find Hyojung crying in the Ravenclaw common room that day. You pause when you see her crumbling on the couch with her best friend, Soeun, comforting her. They scowl when you come into their view.
“There she is, the homewrecker herself,” Soeun sneers at you.
You have no idea why the two girls are suddenly bashing on you. You hold your arms closer to your chest defensively.
“W-What?”
Hyojung stands and approaches you until she’s inches from your face.
“I don’t know why he finds you so special. You’ve never once given him the time of day yet he’ll bend over backwards to have you,” she hisses, expecting the words to sting for you.
You blink. “Who are you talking about?”
She laughs and it’s one of those hollow, maniacal laughs that sends shivers down your spine.
Soeun joins in, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at you condescendingly. “We’re not falling for your little innocent schoolgirl act. You know Jaemin and Hyojung’s parents were already planning their wedding, right? How sick of you to insert yourself into a relationship and break it apart.”
The two girls continue to berate and belittle you until the whole of Ravenclaw is convinced you’re a nasty homewrecker. You leave the common room in tears, finding solace in one of the nearby alcoves.
That’s how Jaemin finds you — sobbing into your hands and feeling the most low you’ve ever felt in your entire Hogwarts stay.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
He tries to pry your hands away from your eyes to talk to you, but you pull away from him like you’ve just been burned.
“Get away from me!” You demand, turning away from him and sniffling softly to yourself.
“I’m sorry,” he says, voice filled with distress. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want to know why you’re crying, and if I can help at all.”
You spin back around to face him. Jaemin’s heart cracks at the sight of you looking so defeated.
“Why would you break up with Hyojung because of me?” You question in a small voice, trying to stop your tears.
He stutters. “I-I didn’t break up with her because of that. The relationship never felt right.”
“Well, that’s not what she’s saying. I don’t understand why you’re so intent on ruining my life, Nana.”
“What? I would never ruin your life!”
“But you have!” You cry, not caring how unattractive you are at this moment. “You give me all this attention that I never asked for as soon as I get to Hogwarts, and suddenly everyone is referring to me as the girl who rejected Na Jaemin. Then I get a boyfriend and you’re lurking around every corner, praying for me to break up with him. And then you get a girlfriend, crush her heart, and now she’s accusing me of being a homewrecker!”
Realization washes over his features and he takes a step back from you.
“I’m sorry. You’re right, this is all my fault. I’ll clear up whatever Hyojung started and I’ll leave you alone. I’m sorry.”
You watch him disappear around the corner, throwing you one last sorrowful glance.
After you relay the day’s events while crying in Doyeon and Jimin’s arms, you wonder if you would ever speak to Jaemin again.
—
You’re in your sixth year when you haven’t spoken to Na Jaemin since the start of the term.
Hyojung approaches you when you return from the summer break, guilt-ridden by her behavior.
“I’m so sorry for saying all of those things about you. It was really immature of me to start those rumors, especially knowing that it was Jaemin’s fault, not yours. I was just angry and looking for someone to blame. I hope you can forgive me.”
You smile shyly and nod. “Thank you for apologizing. I’m sorry again for what you had to go through.”
She shakes her head. “You don’t have to say that to me. I’m going to clear up all those nasty things people are saying about the situation so please, let’s just try to move past it.”
The first few months of the term pass by quickly, with all of the rumors about you being squashed by both Hyojung and Jaemin. Soon enough, people are finding new gossip to discuss and your incident fades into the background.
You try to accept that you’ll never speak to Jaemin again. He’s completely turned into a ghost of the person you once knew. He no longer smiles whenever people call his name in the hallway or jokes around with Jeno and Donghyuck in the Great Hall.
He becomes a true, stereotypical Slytherin — emotionless and disinterested.
It concerns you, honestly. However, your friends have ruled it to be none of your business.
“But he’s just so lifeless! I just want to make sure he’s doing okay.”
Doyeon waves a finger at you like a mother scolding her disobedient toddler. “He should be the furthest thing from your mind. You need to be focused more on your studies and less on boys.”
You really start to feel like a rebellious teenager when Jimin places her hands on your shoulders and pushes you down to sit on the edge of her bed.
“One day, you’re going to grow up and realize we are just trying to do what’s best for you,” she clicks her tongue.
You frown. “It wasn’t even a year ago when you two were encouraging me to come out of my shell and date Jaemin!”
“Yes, and that was before he made you cry and got the whole school to believe you were trying to break relationships left and right,” Doyeon says, arms flailing about. “We don’t trust him like we used to.”
“Turns out he really was just a man,” Jimin sighs, shaking her head.
Despite their disapproval, you search for Jaemin that night to try and open a civil conversation with him. You want him to know that you don’t blame him for what occurred the previous year and it would be best for you both to try and move on.
You’re about to turn the corner to the Slytherin dorms when you hear a sharp gasp.
You shield yourself behind a pillar, eyes peeking out to identify the cause of the sound. You nearly choke when you see Jaemin has Lee Seojeong pressed up against the wall, his fingers hidden underneath her skirt.
Jaemin hisses lowly. “Keep quiet. You said you would.”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers in apology. Her sorrows soon turn into cries of lust, gripping Jaemin’s shoulder tightly.
You’re frozen in your spot, unsure of what to do. Your heart is thumping wildly in your ears and you’re ashamed to admit the arousal pooling at the bottom of your stomach.
You can see Seojeong is finding it harder and harder to muffle her cries and just before she reaches her high, Jaemin’s eyes suddenly flicker over to zero in on you.
Surprise fills his features as much as it does yours, and you both ignore that Seojeong has already tipped over the edge. Jaemin withdraws his fingers from her, still staring intensely at you.
Mortified by getting caught, you quickly turn and run back to Doyeon and Jimin’s room, praying the world will swallow you whole.
Much to your chagrin, the world is not on your side.
The next day, your Charms professor announces a class project, sharing that he’s already paired up the class. And, of course, you find yourself with the Slytherin boy you’re trying your best to avoid. You’re incredibly embarrassed when Jaemin approaches your desk.
“Um,” you say bashfully, trying your best to not look at him. The burn of his stare from the previous night is still ingrained in the back of your mind. “I think we should divide the work evenly. I can start researching the history while you can look into the process of casting the charm.”
Jaemin, on the other hand, is enjoying watching you squirm. Ever since last year’s incident, he’s built up a few walls to shield himself from the lingering stories in the Hogwarts castle. He blames himself for causing you so much heartbreak and promised at the start of sixth year that he wouldn’t let people in as easily as he used to. He really only talks to Jeno and Donghyuck now, ignoring the rest of his classmates who are probably only using him as fodder to feed the lurking gossip.
As for Seojeong, she’s one of the many girls he’s been hooking up with to take his mind off of you. He accidentally slipped up a few months ago when he said your name in the midst of his release with another girl, encouraging even more people to whisper about you and him. Luckily, he shut it down before word ever got to you. He’s been a lot more careful with his restraint since then.
He never expected to meet your gaze while he was fingering Seojeong outside of the Slytherin dorms.
And he won’t lie if someone asked him if he has fantasized about your curious eyes watching him pleasure someone else before.
“That sounds fair.”
You nod at his short response, still refusing to meet his stare. You quickly gather your books in your arms.
“I-I’ll meet you at the end of the week to discuss what I find then.”
You don’t tell Doyeon or Jimin what happened that night. They question you when you return to their dorm a little frazzled and panicked, but you say that you simply saw a bug in the hallway that creeped you out.
They buy your excuse then, but grow increasingly more suspicious when you continue to act on edge for the rest of the week.
“Alright, what in Merlin is going on with you? You heard a chair squeak and I swear you jumped out of your skin,” Doyeon says, eyes narrowed at you.
Jimin leans forward on the library table to get a closer look at your flushed expression.
“N-Nothing!” You stutter, fingers rolling through the fabric of your skirt nervously. “I’m just- um, I’m just-“
They watch you flounder, eyebrows raised as you struggle to find the right words.
“Could I ask you both a question? And you have to promise that you won’t ask me any follow-up questions in return.”
Doyeon and Jimin exchange a glance before nodding hesitantly.
“Go ahead.”
You take a deep breath. “Have you two ever, you know, been with someone? Like on an intimate level?”
A moment of silence passes before questions erupt from the two.
“Is someone trying to pressure you into having sex?”
“Oh Merlin, do we have to go and kill someone? Who’s trying to put their hands on you?”
You swiftly shush them, turning your head to check if anyone in the library is eavesdropping in on you.
“You promised,” you whine.
They sigh, clearly stressed from the idea of you being pressured into anything.
Jimin speaks first. “Yes, I have. It was awkward and not that fun, if I’m being honest.”
Doyeon hums in agreement. “Definitely more pleasurable for the guy than the girl most of the time.”
“Okay,” you drawl, trying to figure out how to ask them what you’re really wondering. “So it was a one time thing? You weren’t in a relationship with them?”
They nod. You huff, pondering over the idea. You would never admit your jealousy, but the image of Jaemin pleasuring Seojeong chilled you to your core. Your mind has been swirling with frenzied thoughts all week — were they dating now? When did Jaemin suddenly start fingering girls in public? Did this mean he really wanted nothing to do with you anymore? And lastly, how did you fall so far behind your classmates sexually?
A tap on your shoulder takes you out of your trance. Doyeon and Jimin’s expressions have suddenly turned stern, lips pursed at whoever has approached your table.
“Hey, you ready to discuss our project?”
Your eyes flit up to catch the boy that has been haunting your dreams. Jaemin’s fingers brush through his hair casually, and you speculate if he knows how attractive he looks.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” you reply nervously, taking your notebook and standing to walk with him.
Doyeon says your name with fervor before you can leave. “Maybe one of us should go with you. Or you can talk about your project here.”
You don’t miss her implication and the fact that the former topic of conversation has them theorizing that Jaemin is the one bringing your sexual awakening to light.
“I think we’ll be fine,” Jaemin answers for you, ignoring their glares and escorting you to another table towards the back of the library.
You avoid his gaze as much as possible when you sit down, opening your notebook and immediately diving into the details of the Bubble-Head Charm.
“The charm can be dated back for centuries, and many wizards believe it was created to help them swim underwater-“
“Did you enjoy the show?”
His sudden question brings you out of your notes, and for the first time in a week, you take a look at him.
He’s studying you fiercely, eyes piercing into the depths of your soul.
“What show?” You ask in confusion, not understanding how this could possibly be related to your project.
“I don’t usually like an audience when I’m trying to help someone on the brink of their climax,” he says unabashedly. Your breath catches in your throat. “I find that I don’t mind it when it’s you though.”
“I think we should focus on the project, Nana,” you whisper, not realizing how easily the nickname has slipped from your lips.
“You’re still going to call me that?” He asks, eyes unexpectedly clouded with fury. “Still going to act like the innocent girl when you played the little voyeur for me?”
“Jaemin,” you say quietly, your body flaring with an equal weight of lust and embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude on you and Seojeong.”
He scoffs. “You think I care about her? I bet you pictured yourself in her place, hm? Begging for me to help you cum, looking so desperate for me in a public space,” he laughs, keeping his voice low for only you to hear his crude words. He drinks in your appalled expression. “What? Do you miss when I was the nice boy for you, helping you grab a book when you couldn’t reach it on your own? Chasing after you with my tail tucked between my legs?”
He moves his chair until he’s seated right beside you, hand resting on the inside of your thigh. You jolt at the contact, praying he doesn’t discover your wetness soaking through your panties.
“Or do you like it better when I’m straightforward like this? Telling you exactly how I want you?”
His face is inches from yours, and you can feel his breath hitting your cheek. If you move just a little closer, you could probably kiss him-
Another hand suddenly grabs your elbow, pulling you away from Jaemin’s hold.
“Get away from her!” Jimin growls while Doyeon starts to collect your things, shoving it in your bag hurriedly.
“Don’t even think about touching her again.”
Your friends whisk you away from the table, leaving Jaemin with a raging hard-on and eyes full of determination.
—
You’re in your seventh year when you desperately want Na Jaemin to kiss you.
The tables have turned quite exceptionally. Contrary to previous years, you find yourself pursuing the Slytherin boy.
After last year’s encounter in the library, you convinced Doyeon and Jimin that Jaemin’s advances were wanted by you. You had to sit them down and explain to them that yes, your questions about sex were Jaemin-related and no, they did not have to act like your moms all the time. They still held their reservations when it came to Jaemin and you, and you couldn’t blame them. Your history together was confusing to say the least, but now you could actually say you were starting to recognize the feelings you had for him.
The only problem was that Jaemin seemed to lose all interest in you.
Jimin relayed to you the information about Jaemin ceasing all communication with the girls he normally hooked up with, which you took as a good sign, but was disappointed when he made no advances to contact you again.
You failed your Charms project with him because you two couldn’t find the courage to approach one another to resume the study. Instead, you threw heart eye glances to him for the rest of the term, which he easily ignored.
You shyly approach Jeno and Donghyuck on the first day of seventh year.
“I’m sorry, what? Did you just say that you like Jaemin?”
Donghyuck is incredulous, rubbing his eyes and hitting his ears to make sure he’s seeing and hearing you correctly.
Beside him, Jeno simply smirks in understanding. “I was wondering when you’d finally admit it.”
You cower underneath their stares. “I was just going to ask if either of you know if Jaemin likes me too. I don’t think he does anymore so I want to get confirmation.”
Donghyuck laughs. “Are you kidding me? The kid moans your name in his sleep so I think it’s safe to say-“
He yelps when Jeno pinches his side, glaring at him.
“What this idiot is trying to say is that yes, Jaemin likes you. He’s only liked you since we arrived at Hogwarts and we fear he’ll only like you until he dies. I don’t know why you would think otherwise,” Jeno hums, eyebrow raised in questioning.
“Well,” you drone, twiddling your thumbs nervously. “He hasn’t talked to me at all since last year and he doesn’t treat me like he used to. He’s completely iced me out.”
Donghyuck laughs again. “Doubt that. Remember just yesterday when he accidentally said her name when he was talking to Minjeong?”
Jeno pinches his side once more and Donghyuck whines painfully in exaggeration.
“Again, what this idiot is trying to say is that maybe Jaemin is waiting for you to make the first move. He’s made his intentions pretty clear, you know, so I think the ball’s in your court.”
You ponder over Jeno’s words all week, eyes drifting to Jaemin’s figure more than you would possibly admit during classes. Doyeon and Jimin speak the Gryffindor bravery into you as you proceed towards his table in the library — the same table he cornered you at last year.
“Hi,” you squeak, fingers gripping your books to your chest for dear life.
He looks up at you, facial expression remaining neutral.
“Hi.”
“Can I- um, can I sit here?”
He nods and you take the seat beside him. Your whole body is nearly shaking from anxiety but you push through it.
“I wanted to talk to you because- well, I talked to Jeno and Donghyuck and they made me realize that it was my turn to talk to you first. I know things have been weird since the Hyojung incident and I wanted you to know I don’t blame you for that at all! I know it sounded like I was blaming you but then I realized it was just a misunderstanding and I was so overwhelmed by my emotions-“
He places a hand on your arm, stopping your rambling from continuing.
“Take a deep breath,” he says, thumb rubbing circles on your skin in comfort. “Relax. It’s just me.”
You huff and shake your head. “But that’s why I can’t relax. Because it’s you.”
His fingers move to brush the stray hairs from your face, slowly advancing downwards to caress your cheek. You recognize the slightest hint of a smirk ghosting his lips.
“Yeah? You get nervous because of me?”
You nod sheepishly. “You always make me nervous, Nana.”
His eyes darken at the nickname. “You know, you’re the only one who still calls me that.”
“Oh,” you whisper. “I’m sorry, should I stop saying it?”
Your breath hitches when his fingers trail across your bottom lip.
“You never answered my question.”
“H-Huh?”
“About whether you liked me when I was following you around like a pathetic little boy or when I’m direct with my feelings like this,” he murmurs, thumb resting on your tongue. “Suck.”
You almost moan at the instruction, wrapping your lips around the digit. Jaemin curses under his breath, drinking in your innocent eyes blinking back at him.
You pull away to respond. “I like you. I don’t care what you do — I just like you.”
“Aren’t you the fucking sweetest?” He grunts, no longer able to hold himself back as he lunges forward.
You gasp and place a hand on his chest before his lips could collide with yours.
“I-I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
He pulls back, eyebrows furrowed. “But you and Shotaro-“
“We just held hands,” you say meekly, ashamed to admit your lack of experience. “It felt too weird to kiss him.”
He suddenly stands and begins to gather his things, and your shoulders deflate. He probably doesn’t want to be with you anymore now that he knows you’re the virgin who’s never been kissed.
You’re surprised when his hand wraps around yours and he tugs you along. He pulls you out of the library and you try your best to keep up with him.
“Jaemin, where are we going?”
You seem to get your answer when you land in front of the Slytherin dorms. Jaemin quietly mutters the password to enter and you find yourself being led to a grand staircase, realizing he’s bringing you to his dorm room.
“Hey! She can’t be here!” A voice calls from the bottom of the staircase. You’re about to excuse yourself out of humiliation but Jaemin’s grip tightens on your hand.
“Go fuck yourself, Doyoung.”
“Na Jaemin!”
Once you enter Jaemin’s room, you blink at the sight of Yangyang and Donghyuck sitting on the floor, playing a game of Exploding Snap.
“Get out,” Jaemin barks.
They look up and frown, eyes moving back and forth from him to you.
“But it’s nearly midnight-“
“Get the fuck out.”
They both grumble, taking their card game and exiting the room.
“You didn’t have to kick them out,” you start to mumble, but shriek when his hand wraps around your waist, pulling your body to his.
His nose brushes against yours, and you squirm in his hold. He looks so pretty up close, and you ponder if anyone could be more perfect than him.
“Can I kiss you?”
“You still want to?”
“I’ve always wanted to, sweetheart.”
You stutter. “O-Okay.”
Your first kiss is magical. Jaemin’s lips are so soft against yours, and you melt underneath his touch. At first, the kiss is delicate and gentle, with him holding you like you could break at any second. Then, the kiss shifts into something more carnal and desperate, the weight of his body pressing closer and closer to you. His tongue begs for entrance past your lips and you easily grant it, allowing him to nearly swallow you whole.
You rub your thighs together desperately. “Nana,” you whimper.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
You have no idea how to tell him what you want, so you decide to show him instead. You grab his hand and move it until it disappears underneath your skirt, hovering dangerously close to your core.
He chuckles into your mouth. “Maybe we should take it slow. You just had your first kiss.”
“But I want more,” you whine. “I want what you gave to Seojeong.”
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You have no idea what you do to me.” His head moves downwards to press kisses along the side of your neck. “I dreamed of doing this to you nearly every night. I always wondered what pretty sounds you would make for me.”
“Wait,” you stop him and he stills, lips a few inches away from grazing your collarbone. You timidly ask, “Can I be your girlfriend?”
He smiles, raising his head to peck your lips. “You’re so perfect. You can be whatever you want, baby. I’ll buy a ring for you tomorrow if you want it.”
You giggle. “Quit teasing me.”
“It’s cute that you think I’m teasing,” he hums, voice filled with mischief. “It’s cute that you think I wouldn’t get on my knees for you and do whatever you asked.”
You swallow when he does, in fact, get on his knees for you. He pushes up your skirt so that he’s staring directly at your pretty pink panties, all cotton with a little bow in the front. You wish you had worn a sexier pair today, but you would never have guessed you’d be in this position.
You squeak when his mouth messily envelops your cunt, his tongue desperately pushing against the fabric.
You hear him grunt. “Smell so good, baby. Your pussy’s dripping for me.” His fingers hook onto the sides of your underwear, pulling it down your thighs slowly. “Do you touch yourself, sweetheart?”
You flounder. “I tried once,” you confess shakily. “I didn’t really know what I was doing.”
“Oh yeah?” He purrs, running a finger through your folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. “When did that happen?”
You struggle to piece a sentence together. “The n-night after I caught you and S-Seojeong. I couldn’t stop t-thinking about it.”
He clicks his tongue. “Dirty girl. You touched yourself thinking about me pleasuring someone else? You liked watching us, didn’t you?”
You whimper. “You were right — I wanted to be her so badly.”
You cry when his mouth wraps around your clit, sucking tightly. You almost fold in on yourself but Jaemin steadies you, hands gripping the back of your thighs to make sure you stay in place.
“Nana,” you beg. “That feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
However, he does withdraw himself from your cunt, evoking a mewl from you.
“No, no, please-“
He guides you towards the bed and you tilt your head in confusion when he lays down first, gesturing for you to join him.
“Come here, baby. Sit on my face.”
You blink. “W-What? That’s dangerous!”
He laughs. “Trust me, dying while eating your pussy is probably the best way to go.”
You hesitate. “Nana…”
“It’s okay, sweet girl. It’ll feel really good, I promise. And if I drown in your cunt then you can cast that Bubble-Head Charm to save me.”
“Nana!”
You decide to trust him after a brief deliberation, awkwardly maneuvering your way onto the bed and hovering over his face.
“Are you sure this is safe?”
Instead of verbally responding, he grabs a handful of your ass and plants you down until your core sits directly on his mouth. You frantically reach for the headboard to steady yourself, unable to stop the moans crawling out of your throat.
He eats you like you’re his last meal, tongue lapping at your folds and sucking on your clit. You’ve never been touched like this before — never been wanted so desperately by a man who’s willing to cut off his source of breathing just to get a taste of you. You move one hand to grip at his hair, tugging at the strands whenever a sensation grows to be too much for you.
Jaemin is locked in on a mission to get you to your orgasm. The idea of him being the first person to help you reach your climax is so incredibly arousing that he could honestly cum untouched.
You gasp when pleasure spreads across your entire body, accidentally rolling your hips to ride Jaemin’s tongue. He moans in encouragement, using his hands to guide you as you use him like a toy.
“J-Jaemin-“
He sucks your clit hard, and that sends you over. Frantic whimpers spill from your lips as you release onto his awaiting tongue. Your thighs tremble from the intensity of your orgasm, all while Jaemin laps at your gushing wetness.
The pleasure shifts to discomfort from oversensitivity and he finally allows you to draw back. You grow flustered when you pull away and see the smear of your arousal covering his face. He eagerly licks his lips and sighs in content.
Your embarrassment multiplies tenfold when you realize what you’ve done, frantically shuffling away and pulling your underwear back up your legs.
“Where are you going, baby?” He murmurs, wrapping a hand around your wrist and pulling you back to the bed. Your back meets his chest and he hums, pressing kisses to your throat.
“T-That was s-so-“
“What’s wrong, pretty girl? Are you feeling dirty now that you let a silly boy eat your little cunt?”
You squirm. “Jaemin-“
He shushes you gently. “Poor baby. You want a little more? I know your pussy’s aching for it.”
Your eyes trail downwards to the bulge in his slacks, looking like he’s about to burst through the seams.
“Will it hurt?” You ask softly, feeling slightly intimidated.
“A little bit, but I’ll help you through it.”
You nod. “O-Okay.”
He starts to move you so that you’re lying down on the bed, but you wrap a hand around his to stop him.
“Can we stay like this? I like it when you hold me this way.”
His arm snakes around your middle and he tugs you closer. “Of course, baby. You’re going to have to be patient, okay? Just take a deep breath and trust me.”
You whine when his fingers dance around the inside of your thighs.
“What are you doing?”
“Have to stretch you first or else it’s going to hurt more, okay?”
You tentatively nod and he takes your panties off for good, flinging them across the room. You’re still sensitive from your first orgasm so you nearly blubber when he pushes a finger inside of your dripping hole. The sensation feels both foreign and otherworldly, almost like an itch you’ve been dying to scratch. You cry when he curls his finger, sending shockwaves up your spine.
He tilts your head to the side so he can plant another kiss to your lips. He distracts you from a second finger joining the first as he slowly thrusts both up into you.
“Doing perfect, sweetheart,” he sighs into your mouth. “So so perfect for me. Going to add one more, alright?”
“Okay, Nana.”
He whispers more praises in your ear while you somehow find a way to fit three of his fingers inside your tight pussy. You roll your hips to feel more of him, completely stuffed full.
“That’s a good girl. Ride my fingers, baby.”
Your body reacts before your mind does, lewdly dripping down his hand as you chase another impending orgasm. Your mind is clouded by a haze of lust, feeling like an animal in heat with the way you eagerly push onto his digits.
“I think I’m gonna-“
“I know, baby. Go ahead, I’m right here,” he coaxes.
All it takes is a few more twists of your hips and his thumb flicking over your abused clit for you to cum. You shudder, cunt pulsing around him as you come down from your high. You whimper when he withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth, licking up remnants of your wetness.
“How did that feel?”
You squeak. “It felt good.”
He smiles and kisses you once more. “Pretty girl. Want to take my cock now?”
You nod shyly, allowing him to unzip his pants and unsheath his length. Your eyes widen slightly at the size of him, his cock angrily red and tip leaking.
“That looks like it hurts,” you comment on his swelling shaft as he adjusts your bodies so that your cunt is hovering over him.
“It does, sweetheart. And you’re the only one who can make it better. Now take a deep breath for me.” You obey his command, inhaling and exhaling slowly to prepare yourself. He turns your head again to look at him. “You don’t have to say it back, but I love you, okay? Loved you since our first year here. Want to make this feel good for you.”
Your eyes suddenly well with tears. “I love you too, Nana. And I trust you, more than anyone else.”
His grin is blinding and his lips smack against yours, the tip of his cock slowly pushing into your waiting cunt. You painfully whine and he holds you tighter, reminding you to relax and breathe. He drives you lower and lower until you’re nearly halfway down his cock, and you gasp loudly. His thumb returns to your clit, circling the bud gently to help you along.
“Doing okay, sweetheart?”
You shake your head. “Y-Yeah, keep going, Nana.”
He sings praises in your ear until he’s bottomed out and you were definitely wrong before — this is what it feels like to be completely stuffed full. He lets you adjust to his size until your tiny cries of discomfort shift into whimpers of pleasure.
“Going to start moving now. Tell me if it’s too much, baby.”
He gives an experimental thrust that has you moaning.
“Good, good,” you breathe, encouraging him to keep going.
He starts pushing into you gradually, groaning at the feeling of your warm walls wrapped tightly around his cock.
“I’m not going to last, baby.”
You squeal when his thrusts increase speed, his thumb pressing harder against your clit.
“Ungh, ungh, ungh-“
Vulgar sounds echo in the tiny dorm room with your wetness leaking down Jaemin’s cock and his skin slapping against yours forcefully. You feel like you could easily come again, but your mind screams at you that something’s missing.
“Nana?”
He’s drilling into you now, trying his best to move you up and down his cock at a rapid pace.
“Yeah, baby- fuck,” he hisses, not knowing if you realize how your pussy constantly clenches around him. “What is it?”
“Can you kiss me?”
He swears he’s been blessed by Merlin himself to have a girl as sweet as you. He grants your wish, enveloping his lips with yours and swirling his tongue inside your mouth sloppily.
The simple gesture is enough to serve as the snap to your third orgasm. He moans when he feels your cunt spasm, and he finally releases his warm seed deep into your womb.
You both try to catch your breath as you come down from your high. He kisses you again, and it’s a messy mix of saliva and tongues, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I really liked that,” you confess, and he laughs.
“Good, because we’re going to be doing it a lot from now on. I’m not wasting any more time with you.”
—
You’re about to graduate from Hogwarts when Doyeon and Jimin can’t find you.
You’re meant to be boarding the enchanted boats soon — a ritual that all seventh years take during the end of their Hogwarts stay. All three of you promised to take a boat together, but your two friends can’t seem to find you anywhere.
“Do you think she got kidnapped?”
“Why do you always jump to kidnapping?” Jimin sighs exasperatedly. “I bet you Jaemin just couldn’t take his paws off of her.”
And they would be very correct as Na Jaemin is currently pounding you in the Charms classroom, fingers crumpling your skirt as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy.
“W-We’re gonna m-miss the boats,” you moan, clutching your desk and whining pathetically.
“Don’t give a fuck. You’re the one who wouldn’t let me get my share of this pussy last night.”
“I was hanging out with Doyeon and Jimin! It was our last night in the castle together.”
“Yeah, just like it’s my last time getting to fuck you in this classroom.”
He thrusts into the particular spot that has you keening, back arched as you moan loudly. Usually, your boyfriend would try to keep you quiet, but considering today’s your last day of schooling, he doesn’t see the point.
What could they do, expel you? You already finished all of your exams.
A screech erupts in the doorway and he hears Jimin’s infuriated voice.
“I told you! Jaemin, give the girl a break!”
You cry as you reach your climax, squirting all over Jaemin’s cock and scattering your wetness across the floor. He groans and buries himself deep inside of you, spurting ropes of his cum until his cock begs him for some rest.
“They say when you raise kids that you should expect the day they disappoint you. I didn’t know that this is what they meant,” Doyeon sighs.
You quickly fumble to pull on your skirt and Jaemin tucks himself back into his slacks.
“It smells awful in here! How long have you two been going at it?” Jimin hisses, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“A couple of hours,” he replies with a smirk, wincing when you hit his chest as a warning.
You shakily stand and try to make yourself look presentable. “I’ll be right there!” You call out to your friends, ignoring the perturbed look on their faces. You would normally be ashamed, but that feeling disappeared months ago when they constantly caught you and Jaemin fucking in almost every inch of the castle.
Before you can leave, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in for another kiss.
“I’ll see you on the train, baby?”
“You can’t fuck her on the train!”
You both breeze past Jimin’s comment.
“I’ll see you there. Love you.”
“Love you. And hey, I think you’re pretty.”
You giggle and press your lips to his again.
Doyeon and Jimin take you away before the kiss can progress into another round of fucking.
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One-Shot Masterlist
The is the part of my Masterlist with every one-shot story that will (most likey) not get a squeal, sorted by group. It starts off with how my original Masterlist was sorted, so scroll down to find you favorite idol/group. For bigger, orgy-type smuts with multiple idols (2+), look at the (features), though some are in Series' ;)
IZ*ONE One-Shots are in my IZ*ONE Masterlist, all series' are in my Series Masterlist!
IZ*ONE MASTERLIST HERE
SERIES MASTERLIST HERE
Stats: 77 Links; 50 Stories linked; 40 Groups with 108 Idols written
GFRIEND/VIVIZ
Yerin - Say It Again
Eunha, Umji - Commas, Colons, Cumming
Sinb, Eunha - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 1)
Sowon, Yuju, Yerin, Eunha - Vexatious (orgy, 17some) (futa!Eunha)
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ITZY
Yeji - Dazed (ft. Yoojung)
Yeji, Yuna - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)
Yuna - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)
Lia - (T)highly likely
Chaeryeong - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)
Lia - Series Masterlist (Phone)
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Weki Meki
Yoojung - Dazed (ft. Yeji)
Yoojung - Carry a Stranger (Quickie)
Rina - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)
Doyeon - Series Masterlist (Possession of the Queen)
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I.O.I
Yoojung - Dazed (ft. Yeji)
Yoojung - Carry a Stranger (Quickie)
Somi - Let It All Out (Quickie)
Somi, Chungha - Plan B
Somi - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)
Somi - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)
Doyeon - Series Masterlist (Possession of the Queen)
Mina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)
Chaeyeon - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)
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TWICE
Dahyun - Commitment
Dahyun - Scandal (Quickie)
Dahyun, Mina, Sana - Kim Corruption: The Video Version
Mina, Tzuyu - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)
Mina, Sana - Four Cherries (IZ*ONE + TWICE 5some)
Mina, Nayeon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)
Momo, Chaeyoung - Hot Helping Hands
Momo - Teased Promotion (Quickie)
Mina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 1)
Sana - Series Masterlist (Phone)
Nayeon - Series Masterlist (Phone)
Tzuyu - Series Masterlist (Phone)
Jeongyeon - Series Masterlist (Phone)
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aespa
Karina - Do-Nothing-Day (fluff)
Karina - Mildly Unfair (ft. Wonyoung, Eunbi)
Winter - LOYAnaL (Quickie ft. Chaewon)
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Red Velvet
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woo!ah!
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Rose - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)
Rose - The Interview
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Oh My Girl
Arin - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)
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Soloist
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MAMAMOO
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NMIXX
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Sullyoon - SULLied MINd (ft. Minju)
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LIGHTSUM
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Purple Kiss
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Goeun - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)
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Sohyun - Series Masterlist (A member for the members)
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Pixy
Sua - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)
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Lovelyz
Sujeong - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)
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Hyunbin - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)
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if you hold me without hurting me you’ll be the first who ever did//juyeon smut
tags: juyeon smut, sugar daddy/ age gap au (8 years lol!!), you’re 22, seduction, DRINKING!!, corruption kink, Juyeon asking you if it’s okay A LOT, juyeon calling you ‘innocent’, CHOKING, ROMANCE!!
You meet older rich guy Juyeon at a hotel bar, and the rest is history
“I’ve never been with a stranger.”
“How could you be okay with me doing these things? Aren’t you afraid what I’ll do to you? Do you think about my intentions at all? You’re so easy…”
“You can do anything you want,” you say. “Even ruin me.”
“... I couldn’t live with myself, Y/N, please… I… I still think you’re innocent, so I can’t give in to you. But in all honesty, I want you so bad I could just…” His hand clasped against your jaw, as if he were afraid to touch you.
You kissed him on the lips the only way you knew how to kiss a man. “Can we go? To your room?”
w.c.: 3.8k
You adjust the strap of your slip dress on your shoulders, it just kept falling off. Bereft of any foresight, or perhaps rushing, you didn’t bring any coat or jacket, leaving you with a side-boob out; at least the hotel bar was heated, although the lights were dim; like a dark, damp wolf’s lair you’d walked into.
You’re not really a bar type of person, although you guessed you could make an exception for a place as classy as this—jesus, you thought, how’d doyeon even book this hotel for her birthday party? How much must it even cost on a night?
You tell the bartender the number of your room—0602—and asks that he puts the drinks’ into the room’s tab, hoping that by tomorrow morning they won’t pore over the giant receipt and just pay upfront. You were less… affluent than your friends, to be very honest…
The bar was dark, and the lights lit up a dim green and orange around the seats. You order a fun cocktail, a sweet thing that you could drink all night without getting a buzz, and sit down.
You don’t know why you sat so close to someone, when there were empty seats all around the bar… You didn’t feel like switching now, though, what if the man took offense, that you didn’t want to sit next to him?
You started to chew on the kiwi slice the cocktail came with, and the gentleman beside you puts down the notebook he’s writing in, turning to face you, probably because it’d be rude not to greet at all.
Once he turns his face towards you, though, you get a terrible idea. Maybe the cocktail did make you a little braver, more effective than the taste of sharp stinging in your mouth… “Hello,” you whisper, not to disturb the quaint atmosphere in the bar. You had your purse with you, and you toyed with the faux leather just to fight the nervousness. You nodded at the notebook. “Business?” You had an uncle that did his accounting every night after he was done spending, maybe the guy was that kind of man.
But the man shook his head, and you see that he’s lean—when he turns his body towards you—a thin figure, and broad shoulders, and amazing, beautiful, narrow eyes, with a few crinkles around them when he smiles that you know he has to be somewhat older.
“No,” he says curtly, “no business at all.” He sips his drink, and you see that it’s hard liquor, presented in a no-nonsense, almost completely sombre dark orange shade of liquid.
“Oh.” You turn back to the bar, thinking he didn’t want to speak to you. What business did you even have talking to him—you’re literally here for a goofy party, he’s probably relaxing because he’s swamped with so much work.
But he extends a friendly gesture. “It’s my vocabulary book… I’m learning Spanish, so.”
“People do that on an app these days…”
He chuckled, and you saw that his voice was already quiet and light without even needing to whisper. “Maybe younger people, yes.”
“You can’t be that old.”
“You just look much younger than me,” he says softly.
“What are you drinking?” you ask, and he tears his eyes away from your lips just to look down the bottom of his glass.
“Bourbon.” His eyes are back on your lips again, tinted deep pink with a lip product, thinking you were going to look pretty for the boy classmates, but here you were with an older man… “I am here on business, though,” he says. “But I’m… well, even I get tired sometimes.”
You nodded.
“Can I ask if you’re even allowed to be drinking?”
You laughed, opening your purse and sliding your uni ID down the bar counter, towards his side of the wooden boundary, presenting him with un-fake-able proof.
“Ah, you’re a student… Second year?” He asks, reverting back to korean, dae-hak yi-hak-nyeon? He stared at the card for a while, slowly saying your name as if he was savoring it. “Twenty two,” he said softly, calculating your age.
“It’s a lucky number,” you put in. He’s eyeing your lips, but you’re eyeing his drink—maybe if you drank something that strong, you’d have more courage?
“I almost think I should take care of you. You look like a lost little girl.”
“Twenty-two,” you reminded him, unable to stop your face from making an adorable pout, which he reaches out and touches, as if trying to get you to smile again.
“Aren’t you too cute?” He pauses to swallow. “Like, dangerously cute? What are you doing at this hotel?”
“My friend had a birthday party, so they booked a room to party in, but… I just felt like… I don’t know… not partying? I didn’t know I’d meet someone like you, though…”
Juyeon smiles slightly. “Does the fact that you met me make you feel better about coming out here?”
You nod. “I mean, you’re older, and rich, probably my friends’ dream… they all want a sugar daddy.” Oh, fuck. “I mean! I’m not like… preying on you or anything, not taking advantage of your kindness... Like I wouldn’t… I’m… good? I’m a good girl.”
“Good girl?” He sips his bourbon until all that’s left was ice, and wordlessly flags the bartender down to give him another glass-full. “It’s funny you think I’m the one being taken advantage of. Ah… I really should control myself.”
“Control yourself from…?” You knew, of course, but you wanted to know if you were actually reading his mind correctly right now.
“First, from kissing you.”
You pulled back. “I’d taste like a cocktail…”
“If you worry about that, I wouldn’t do it.” But he still leaned in closer towards you.
You close the gap, kissing him, a hand on his jaw almost so tenderly, better than you’d ever handled one of the boys at your college. Then you giggle. “So I learned the taste of bourbon second-hand through a kiss…”
Juyeon looked almost scandalized, pulling away but just barely. “I can’t believe you did that… You weren’t supposed to kiss me, Y/N, you weren’t supposed to want me…” He grabs the base of your chair and pulls it close until your thigh was touching his, you didn’t even know these chairs at wheels…
“You didn’t like it?” you asked, absolutely concerned you might have to go back to your room with your friends and just…
“I liked it…” he looked pained. “Too much. I can’t resist the way you look at me and the thought of being with you…”
Shyly but seductively, you put a finger on your pink lips, the spot he couldn’t stop staring at. “You’re already thinking of it? Are you thinking of what I’d look like… under you?”
“Are you trying to seduce me now?” You think you feel what that book he was writing in must have felt, to be touched so tenderly and with so much care… He looked enraged, pained, everything… He looked absolutely seduced. “You think I don’t already imagine those things?”
“Bartender?” you asked, raising your hand, but he covers it from being raised.
“Are you trying to drink more?”
“I want to know what kind of buzz you have…”
“You don’t know how to drink. You’re so cute.” He pulls you closer. He’s the cleanest man you’ve ever even met or touched, he smells like expensive cologne… “I really can’t stop myself.” He touched your shoulder, gradually going up to the neck. “I might kiss you again. I don’t know what’s come over me…”
“Am I that sexy right now?” you joked, almost classlessly.
“I could just take you up to my room,” Juyeon whispers. “Would you still want to be a good girl?”
Your dress’s strap falls down the shoulder again, and you fix it, giggling. “Ah, my dress is already coming off!”
He almost growls. “Please… if I go any further with this I’m… I don’t know if this is the correct or right thing to do to you. Don’t do this. Please, you’re innocent.”
“I’m not.” You kiss his neck, even biting the skin, although he doesn’t react. “I’m here for you to devour.”
“You’re just a college girl… I’m an adult. You’re not supposed to want this, please…”
“Why do you think 22 is young?” You giggled. “I can drink, drive, buy condoms…”
“I just… don’t want to be a bad guy…” He pulls away. “We need to stop.”
“Oh…” you sighed. “Can I still go to your room for tonight? My friends are probably high, and I don’t wanna go back to my room.”
“I don’t think you understand, Y/N,” Juyeon says slowly, as if every word were a red-hot warning, “if you come to my room, I’m going to do things. You need to be prepared for this…”
You hesitated. “I’ve never been with a stranger.”
“How could you be okay with me doing these things? Aren’t you afraid what I’ll do to you? Do you think about my intentions at all? You’re so easy…”
“You can do anything you want,” you say. “Even ruin me.”
“... I couldn’t live with myself, Y/N, please… I… I still think you’re innocent, so I can’t give in to you. But in all honesty, I want you so bad I could just…” His hand clasped against your jaw, as if he were afraid to touch you.
You kissed him on the lips the only way you knew how to kiss a man. “Can we go? To your room?”
“You’re going to make me do something I shouldn’t. Do you know what the right thing is here? I… you’re killing me. I can’t stop wanting you.”
You kissed him, and swiftly pulled him down to the elevators, lips attached as you waited for the doors to open. Breathless, you glanced at the buttons… “which floor?”
“12th.” He leans in and pressed you against the wall, whispering: “you’re making me want to do something very bad, little girl.” Your lips don’t touch, you just glance at him through the small distance, teasing him. The elevator stops.
You glanced around. “Woah, wait… aren’t there the suite rooms?”
“Yeah, my room’s right beside here.” You followed him in, and slowly got shell-shocked by the sheer massiveness of the room… Juyeon is loaded. Or his company is loaded. But… oh god. “You’re… this rich…”
“Enough about my room… Look at you.” He touched your dress like he’s trying to control the impulse to rip it.
Your strap fell down your shoulder again, and you giggle. “Should I leave the rest to your imagination?”
He grips your hips, pulling the dress up slightly. “You’re such a tease… this is so wrong. You’re so young.” But he pulls the strap down until both were hanging off your shoulder. “How can this be okay?”
He’d moveed on from your lips, now your chest was his new object, looking hungrily at you. “You just… you seem so innocent…” He touched your thigh, his hand going up between the legs, but stopping before he pushes anything hot and wet. “Fuck. I can’t go through with this and still have my honor… you don’t know what you’re doing and you don’t know what will happen to you if we go any further… Do you really want to be used up for your body? I can’t go through with this…”
Seeing his reluctance, you pulled back, and grab his broad shoulders, as if controlling him, and sit him on the luxurious hotel couch. “Okay, let’s take it slow. Let’s try to take our minds off what we’re going to do…”
“Fine…” he still looked weak, as if he was fighting everything in him from ripping your clothes off. “What now?”
You straddled him now, getting on top of him “Talk to me.”
His hands gripped the sofa at both sides just so he wouldn't do something wrong with your body. “Y/n… what are you doing right now? Aren’t you afraid? You’re making me weak.”
“Just try to talk, okay?” Your fingers unbuttoned his shirt slowly, and you teased him, lingering over his collarbone and ribs. “Tell me about your work? What were you thinking when you met me? Anything…” You started to kiss his ear.
He sighs in surrender, hands groping you now. “I really can’t think straight right now… You look so soft…” He kissed your neck now, and you could feel his teeth under all that softness.
“Yeah? you can’t think? What’s on your mind?”
“Everything… everything about you,” he admitted. “This must feel wrong, right? Showing your body to a man almost a decade older?” He took off his shirt, draping it over the couch.
“Should I stay on top of you like this?” You could feel his cock hard and intruding right under your hip.
“Whatever you like… What do you want to do to me?”
“I want you to pin me down onto the bed… and…”
“What if I made it hurt?” He was carrying you back onto the bed, just to pin you down.
“Do it.”
“Really?” His voice is more breath than words.
Before you nod to affirm, his belt is off and thrown across the room, and his tight suit-pants are down, and he looks down from you, almost godlike, before attaching himself to you, ever single way: teeth in neck, tongue on skin, his hard length directed into your warmth by a stray, careful hand.
He doesn’t talk, almost like he’s basking in the shame. Just the rocking of his hips against yours. There’s panting, and even whimpering from him, like he’s pathetic and you control what he gets to receive, but it’s him that’s inside of you, desperate and leaking. “Please… ah…”
“You’re not going to have any regrets about this, alright? I promise,” he says.
“Of course not… I trust you…”
“You do?” He pants again, and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands so he holds yours. “I’ve been having a fantasy of making a good girl like you turn into a bad girl, okay?”
“How do you do that?”
“I make her… drool. And beg. And get as thirsty as she can for my cock.”
You simply moan in answer, Juyeon hot and hard against you. How warm you were was driving him insane, made him weak in the core, but he wouldn’t say that out loud… Just through breaths and body language and clandestine cogitation.
“Poor darling,” he panted. “I can’t… I can’t be as rough as I want to, or you’ll regret this. You’ll be crying.”
When you’re both around to come, you get desperate, and the rocking isn’t doing it anymore. Juyeon is the first to get rough, slamming himself into you with a pace unmatched from him before… Suddenly, he decides he couldn’t leave his hands idle anymore, bringing them to your neck and choking you. It feels good, as you leave the rest of your strength in your legs, which wrap around his hips until you come.
You’re sniffling as you recover.
“Y/n, are you crying?” He held you quietly. “I’m sorry…”
“It’s just that it felt so, so good,” you say with a smile. “I get… I don’t know, teary, when it’s that good. You were good. You were kind.”
“Which part was I good to you…” he groaned. “I can’t believe you still want me.”
“Well…” you reached over and touched his hands, which were about three sizes bigger than yours. “Maybe you are too big for me… But you’re still a perfect fit.”
He opened his arms. “Sleep? I promise in the morning we can sort it out…”
You switched the lights off, crawling into bed. “Ah… messy…”
“‘S okay,” he hummed.
.
His cat-like eyes were watching you as you woke up, and you immediately touch him, wrapping yourself around his shoulders. “Good morning.”
“Morning… I can’t believe you’re not mad at me.”
“Why would I be mad at you?”
“Because…” he brushed away your hair from your neck, revealing a hand mark, red but not purplish like a bruise.You couldn’t see it, but seeing the regret in his eyes was enough. “... because of this.”
You kiss him in reply to tell him you weren’t mad, but he quickly pulls away.
“Do you work part time?”
“Yeah, but on nights.”
He chuckled. “Classic night owl… It’s Saturday, and my client wants to meet in the afternoon. I have something planned for us, if you wouldn’t object?”
You nod slowly. “... What…?”
“You’ll see.” Blithely, he covered your naked body with more blanket, and fished out a giant fluffy bathrobe from the shelves for you to wear.
You giggled. “Don’t you want to… continue, if your plans aren’t taking place any time soon?”
“Don’t. Be. Naughty.” He chided slowly as he typed away an email in his phone. “They’ll be here soon.”
“They?!” You’re lucky you dressed in time, because the door bell rang, and as Juyeon told them to come in, staff, dressed in hotel uniform-blank-and-white suits, brought in a whole rack of clothes, almost too many, jammed in a small pole on expensive ivory hangers. “Juyeon,” you murmur quietly, “what is this?”
“Shush.” With a kiss on your lips, he lifted you up to your feet. “I thought I’d buy you back what I ripped from you last night,” he says, referring to your panties… and the broken zipper of your slip dress. Which, honestly, seeing all these new dresses, was a horrible fit from you, plus the strap kept falling off, although that did help you seduce someone.
Juyeon finished his coffee sporadically glancing at you with the staff, who fitted you in for the clothes right away, everything you pointed at and wanted to try. Although everything was heavenly nice, you just picked out two outfits in the end: a dress, and a matching skirt and blouse, thanking the staff who folded it for you.
“Is that all?” Juyeon frowned. “You didn’t like the others?”
“No, I liked it! I just… it’s too much.”
“If you liked it, you can have the entire collection.”
“NO!” you gasped, too overwhelmed to even smile. “I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness, and… I have no place wearing things that expensive.”
“Of course you have a place doing that,” Juyeon chided absentmindedly. “But if these dresses weren’t to your liking, I’ll just get you more from the show.”
“... Show?” you started slowly.
“That’s what I’m here for—I have to make an appearance. For the fall/winter season…” He kissed your temple, then headed off to get dressed in his suit. “Don’t worry about it too much.”
You glanced over at the bedside table, where he had laid out two watches that he chose not to wear for the day, turning them over in your hands.
They’re expensive. Heavy. Crystal-studded.
What kind of guy did you just sleep with?
.
After excusing yourself but getting his number (to all three of his phones, even, and he told you to contact his assistant if you wanted), you headed back to the hotel room with your friends, where they were all hungover or still zonked out.
You had last night’s dress folded in a bag, and was wearing Chanel, which your friends noticed immediately, Doyeon coming over to you asking what the hell happened…
You’d never been asked ‘what happened’ without it being bad.
“I think I met a sugar daddy,” you say.
“Here?!”
“He has three Rolexes and he bought me an entire rack of clothes.”
.
You’d meant to call Juyeon after your part time shift, but after you finished, you fished around your bag for the contact numbers and emails he gave you, when you found the paper with the ink bled through from the mineral water you had that spilled, that simply couldn’t be salvaged. All that’s left was his work email, which you, assuredly, would never be able to contact without being awkward…
Imagine being his assistant, going through work emails, and seeing one with the subject ‘RE: so about that night…’ no way, she’d just delete your message.
You regretted not asking him when he was leaving the hotel, hoping he’d at least remembered your existence and left something for you to find him by…
When you went back to the hotel—and the security almost didn’t let you in, being that you had no business—his room had been cleared out and he was already on a plane. You just slowly dejectedly walked back to the lobby emptyhanded, missing the way his giant hand felt intertwined with yours.
“Did he leave any messages for me?” you asked slowly.
“Depends, what is your name?”
You gingerly slowly gave out your name, and the receptionist shook her head. You sighed. Well… it’s definitely not that kind of story, where you land a prince charming… it was just one night. You should be happy, right?
.
It’s two months after, that your friends make you contact him. They kept talking about how real sugar daddies should never be let go, when really, you didn’t care that he bought you chanel and all those other brands you couldn’t even fit in your mouth to speak… you’d have fallen for him even if he was faking the whole wealth thing…
Which he wasn’t, as you found out after googling his company and seeing the name of his assistant.
You typed in a long email explaining it to his assistant, hoping not everyone had access to this email, making it easy to find in his inbox.
Would he check it personally? You sighed.
Doyeon wouldn't stop talking about it, ever since you met Juyeon. Always "why do YOU get to meet a sugar daddy? At MY party?" Although you thought maybe your romance dreams were well and over once the contact card bled through your bag.
The truth was, you missed juyeon… a lot… endlessly, and the thought that he was just a one-time-brush-past scared you.
You fell asleep for a nap, and when you woke up, you had a new email. It was dark, and your designer clothes hung drying out after a wash. You rub your eyes and check it in a hurry—it’s 2 a.m. in korea, although who knows where he could be traveling to?
But what you found wasn’t automated, or from his assistant, and the words were his.
Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for your message?
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summary: you're used to your friend Wooyoung flirting and teasing you ruthlessly, and he seems to enjoy your failed attempts to play nonchalantly, your stammering and red cheeks to the point of amusement. until one day you get sick of it, and it's not funny anymore.
pairing: Wooyoung x Female reader
genre: smut, friends to lovers
warnings: Dom Wooyoung. Wooyoung is dirty, his mouth is dirty, everything he does is dirty. A shit ton of teasing and sexual tension, handjob, blowjob, making out, dirty talk, slight manhandling, fingering, unprotected sex. Wooyoung is terrible, but he does it so well he's extremely hot.
word count: 7k+
a/n: okay not sure if this is good or not, but still, hope you enjoy it, feedback is always appreciated!
“Come on, it can’t be that bad,” Doyeon says, placing her hands on her hips, narrowing eyes trying to focus on you before she gives up and covers them with her hand, protecting herself from the rays of the sun.
You cross your arms over your chest, sighing.
“It is that bad.” You affirm. “So bad it’s causing me inner drama and making the rest of the guys suspicious.”
You’re standing in your school's parking lot, waiting for your best friend to come and pick you up. Having this conversation with your female classmate wasn’t in your plans, but she’s the closest you have to a girl best friend and you were needing desperately to vent.
“But I thought you said it’s always been that way when it comes to him?” She questions, clearly confused as she tilts her head to the side.
“Yes, but, it’s like- It’s like it’s getting worse.” You explain hopelessly. “He’s always been flirtatious, but it’s crossing the line and I’m having mixed feelings.”
“Maybe he likes you.”
You let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking your head.
“Wooyoung? Like me?” You ask again. “Nah, he’s just… Wooyoung.”
Exactly. Wooyoung. That’s the name of the object of this conversation. One of your close friends, bubbly, funny, and charming in his own way. He’s been in your life for a couple of years now after San introduced the two of you at the library. Loud and way too confident to talk to you as if he had known you for years. He never cares about what people think and it could rub in the wrong way, but being the social butterfly that he is by nature, it didn’t take long before he managed to charm even a loner like you. He's sweet and fun, always making you laugh when you most need to.
He would often facetime you at nights when you had to stay up to work on a project, helping you to get rid of stress and just telling you everything would be fine. He was company when Seonghwa couldn't, he was there to smile at you even on the darkest days. He gets you random stuff he knows you like just because he saw them and thought of you, or let you claw your nails into his bicep whenever you go out to watch some of those scary movies the boys like but you absolutely hate.
He learned your favorite colors and food, is the first one to call you on your birthday when the clock marks midnight, and even decided to read about zodiac signs to try to understand some of your mood swings. He helps you cook or wash the dishes, even making Seonghwa think you'll replace him with Wooyoung at some point.
But that could never happen, cause you can't see Wooyoung the way you see Seonghwa, and your heart hurts, because Wooyoung is so good to you, and so fucking handsome, but everything's just a game to him, and you wish it wasn't, cause you don't wanna play.
He’s very particular, true to himself, and extremely authentic. It was a bit of a shock that he seemed to flirt with anyone anytime, but somehow you did not expect him to do it with you, especially for so long.
You’ve gone through different stages when it comes to this situation. At first, you got extremely flustered, then proceeded to laugh it off, and then you just ignored it. Starting off with small things such as him drinking from the same straw, tucking your hair behind your ear while you spoke, wiping the corner of your mouth with a napkin when you got messy. It wasn't bad, indeed, you thought it was sweet. It was all good, and you started taking it as part of his personality and not some kind of special treatment.
But not long ago, let’s say, a couple of weeks ago, it started to become worse.
He would move from just flirtatious remarks to light touches, lingering or stolen stares, and invading your personal space with some random clinginess you’re not sure where came from.
It shouldn’t be much of a problem. You could just shove him off and he’d eventually take the hint to stop. The issue is, you don’t ever stop him, because you don’t want to.
Having a crush on a guy like him won’t ever be helpful at all, and you’re well aware of it. That’s exactly the reason why whenever he’s closer to you than to the rest of the people, you feel special even when you know you’re not. Your heart races, your cheeks burn, and your hands sweat. It’s ridiculous, the way you can’t stop your own body from reacting like a high schooler to something you know isn’t more than just playful teasing.
The more he attempts to flirt, the more you feel. And certainly, the more you feel, the more it’s gonna hurt whenever he stops playing around and goes to someone who will really be special.
“Then maybe the problem is you. I mean, I would just push him away or something.” Doyeon shrugs. “Do you like him?”
Your cheeks burn at her question, opening your mouth to admit that yes, you do like him, and you want him in ways no friend should be wanted.
But before any sentence leaves your mouth, a pair of arms wrap around your waist and you’re pulled against what seems to be a strong chest.
With a yelp escaping from your lips and your heart practically in your throat, then you hear it.
“Hi.”
Your eyes widen at Doyeon’s puzzled look before you turn your head and see the man beaming with his face on your shoulder.
“What the fuck, Wooyoung? You scared the hell out of me.” You say, releasing yourself from his hold and slapping his arm. He just chuckles, typical of Wooyoung.
You don’t see her, but Doyeon finally realizes, smirking before saying:
“I’ll go home now! See you on Monday!”
With a small wave and a wink to your way, she walks away before you can even process the words to reply.
You finally turn to face Wooyoung, and you almost instantly regret it judging by the way the sun glows against his features and make him look like some sort of walking masterpiece, with his tanned skin and his black locks falling over his eyes, yet subtly blowing in the wind. However, you clear your throat before he notices you staring.
“What are you doing here? Where’s Seonghwa?”
“He asked me to pick you up. He had some urgent errands to run, so he let me borrow the car to take you home.” He says, lifting his hand and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, your eyes following the simple action as if it was in slow motion, mentally cursing at your heart for jumping in response to something so small. He looks at you, still with that tight-lipped smile that makes his dimple show up. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” He asks then, a pout forming on his lips.
“I just wasn’t expecting you to pop out of nowhere and almost give me a heart attack.” You say then, averting your gaze from him and hoping your attempts to look uninterested are good enough.
“I’m sorry.” He pouts again. “Come on, I’ll treat you bobba on the way.”
With that, you look back at him and try to hold back a smile, before starting to walk.
“Alright. Move your ass and it better be the big one.”
Wooyoung starts following you then, tucking his hand in his pocket and pulling out the car keys.
Around an hour later, you finally arrive home, carelessly opening the door and tossing your bag over the counter, kicking your shoes off without an ounce of grace. Wooyoung walks right behind you, closing the door before taking off his own shoes.
“As much as I don’t trust you not to burn my apartment, I have to take a shower. Take a seat and watch tv or something.” You say to him, lifting your hair up in a ponytail and tying it with the headband around your wrist. You glance at the man from over your shoulder, just to find him already looking at you with a cocked brow.
“How am I supposed to burn your apartment while watching tv?”
You hold back a chuckle, shrugging.
“Knowing you, you’d find a way.”
“Rude.” He says, rolling his eyes. “Go do your thing, I promise I won’t burn down your apartment for now.”
You smile.
“You better.” You add, making your way upstairs to disappear into the bathroom.
The warm water helps you relax instantly. You hum contently as you carefully wash yourself; if you could spend the whole day in the shower, you gladly would.
But you have to pay for water, so much to your disdain, you leave the shower and grab a towel before you notice you forgot to take your clean clothes with you, again.
With a groan, you wrap the towel around you and open the door that leads to your bedroom.
And then you see Wooyoung on your bed, scrolling through social media without a care in the world. And you scream, and that makes him turn his head to look at you.
“What are you doing here?!” You cry out, holding onto the towel tightly. He looks confused, before he notices there’s only a white piece of fabric covering your modesty.
He stifles a laugh.
“Why’d you scream? It’s not like you didn’t know I was here.” He reasons, sitting up and tossing his phone to the side.
Your cheeks burn, probably tinted in red at the embarrassment. Knowing your voice will leave your throat in a high-pitched tone, you gulp before continuing.
“I told you to stay downstairs! I just got a shower! Did you really think it was a good idea to come to my room?”
Wooyoung shrugs.
“I mean, normal people usually get dressed in the bathroom.” He says. “Calm down, it’s not like you’re naked.”
“Only half!” You whine.
He chuckles.
“That towel looks good on you, by the way.”
“Wooyoung!”
“Fine, fine.” He lifts his hands in surrender, standing up. Your gaze follows his movements, hoping he will just walk out of the room, but instead, he grabs the hem of his shirt and quickly pulls it over his head.
A rush of heat runs throughout your body, pupils blown in surprise at the sight of his naked torso. Sun-kissed and well-built, muscled, delicious.
“What t-”
Your eyes can’t help but roam all over him, until his voice snaps you back.
“Here. Now we’re both half-naked.”
“Oh my god, get out of my room!” You finally say, pushing him to the door. He only laughs out loud, ignoring the way your hands burn at the contact with his soft skin. You finally close the door and lock it, pressing your back against the wooden surface and letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
Your stomach is flipping around as you bring your hand up to your cheek to touch the overheated flesh, knot in your throat, pulse hammering, and knees wobbly.
He’s gonna be the death of you.
Time goes by and in a blink of an eye, some of your friends are gathered in your living room, a pile of snacks scattered across the coffee table and the carpeted floor, lights dimmed and a loud movie you’re not really paying attention to is playing in the background.
The awkward encounter you had a couple of hours ago with Wooyoung back in your room keeps replaying in your head. The way his eyes were lit with so much mischief and his bare chest on full display for you to touch, looking so tempting and forbidden at the same time. It shouldn’t be affecting you this much, but it is, and he’s acting as if nothing ever happened and that somehow angers you even more.
Luckily for you, your friends arrived before you had time to face him alone when you exited your room, helping you avoid an even more uncomfortable conversation that you know for a fact he wouldn’t have taken seriously.
He hasn’t stopped, whatsoever, giving you glances in hopes you’d meet his gaze so he can continue teasing you, but since you know him so well, you keep avoiding eye contact despite the feeling of his dark orbs all over you.
Sitting between Seonghwa and Mingi, you feel more at ease, both large frames being enough coverage for you. You’re getting bored, and your head is leaning against Seonghwa’s shoulder. You had promised to scold him as soon as you saw him for putting you into the lion’s cage, but that was long forgotten with all the circus running through your mind.
You don’t realize the way that you absentmindedly scan the room, too deep into your own head as your eyes find their way to the man across the room, who’s sitting on a loveseat with San between his thighs. He looks oddly focused, invested in the movie with seriousness plastered across his face, fingers resting against his chin as you don’t seem able to miss the way the artificial light illuminates every feature, every beauty mark of his. Your eyes then move down to his lips as he presses the tip of his digits against the soft flesh. Your mind goes running, the plumpiness is so inviting, looking as soft and smooth as a marshmallow. Why are you suddenly wishing those weren’t his fingers, but yours instead? Or even worse, why are you wishing those were your own lips?
Your gaze is apparently heavy enough for him to feel it, and he whips his head in your direction. His expression shifts ever so slightly and you notice the way the corners of his lips move upwards. You have been caught staring, and you know he won’t ever let you live this down.
You’re quick to look away and back to the tv screen, clearing your suddenly dry throat as your leg keeps bouncing anxiously.
Your best friend notices, placing his hand on the top of your knee. You move your head away from his shoulder and look at him, his brows are furrowed.
“Why are you so anxious?” He asks in concern, and you wish you could tell him, but you can’t even bring yourself to do it. Not here with everyone, with him around.
You smile, shaking your head.
“It’s nothing, just a cramp.” You lie, and he doesn’t seem to buy it, which only makes you even more anxious, so you stand up. “I’ll go grab something to drink.”
“Do you want me to go with you?”
You shake your head, “I’m okay.” You add, walking away and finding shelter in your small kitchen.
You rest your hands against the counter, leaning forward and sighing. You want to pull on your hair and slap yourself back to reality, scold yourself because you can’t be acting so weird for something so small. If only you didn’t like him, if only you hadn’t been fantasizing over him for months, you could’ve just shrugged the whole incident off. Stupid head, stupid hormones, and stupid heart. Stupid Wooyoung with his stupid witty remarks, with his winks and those beautiful piercing eyes that you often lose yourself into. Stupid Park Seonghwa for making you spend time alone with someone so dangerous for both your heart and your body.
You finally stand up straight, moving to the refrigerator and taking different beverages. You place them on the counter, only keeping a can of coke you open and take a swig from.
The door then swings open, and as if life wasn’t playing enough for you, Wooyoung is the one who enters. He runs his fingers through his hair and a subtle smile forms on his face at the sight of you.
“Hey. You good?”
“Hey. Yeah.” You respond, looking down to your feet as you take another swig of your coke. “What brings you here?”
Wooyoung smiles but looks confused, as he stretches his arms over his head. His shirt rides up right at the moment your eyes move to take a glimpse of his tummy. You press them shut and choke on the sweet liquid. The man hurries to gently pat your back.
“You okay? What’s gotten into you?” He chuckles, and you finally stop coughing and place the can on the counter, hand flying to your chest as you try to soothe the uncomfortable feeling.
“Nothing.” You say, clearing your throat. “It went down the wrong way.”
He doesn’t move, though. He stands right next to you, inches apart with one of his hands on the edge of the counter at your right side. He doesn’t speak, just looks down at you, and you have no choice but to look up.
“I see.” He finally mumbles. “You composed yourself rather quickly, though. I wonder how many times you’ve choked.” He adds, moving his other arm and finally caging you. The small of your back presses against the countertop, heart hammering as he leans in, a smirk now plastered on his face.
Your teeth are sinking into your lip so hard it could draw blood, but you’re too dazed to notice until he grabs your chin with his right hand and tugs the flesh out from between your teeth with his thumb. Your eyes stare up at him through your eyelashes, and as if it was even possible, he looks even more beautiful from up close.
“Wooyoung, what are you doing?” You whisper, and he hums.
“Don’t bite your lip, I might think you’re nervous.” He teases. “Your lips seem so soft, they're so pretty it would be a shame if they got bruised… Unless...” He continues, running his thumb over the flesh.
He leans even closer, and you can feel his breath against your mouth, his nose slightly brushing with yours as his taller frame presses against your small one. Your eyes widen at first, breath hitching in your throat at the sudden proximity. You want to say something, anything, but no words come out. Your hands move up to his chest, pushing him away being your intention, however, your fingers only curl onto the fabric of his shirt.
He’s about to kiss you, you can tell by the way his eyes continue moving from your eyes to your lips and back up. You don’t have the will to stop it, and you really think you want it to happen, so you don’t move. But Instead, he just steps away from you, one of the drinks in hand as he smirks.
“Came here for a drink.” He says, winking.
You look at him in disbelief, cheeks burning hot and blood boiling in your veins. He takes a sip of his drink and you just want to punch him in the face.
“What the fuck.” You mutter through gritted teeth, and he laughs.
“You thought I was really going to kiss you, you should’ve seen your face.” He says, still chuckling as he chugs on his drink. “You panicked.”
You inhale, fists balling at your sides.
“Fuck you.” You spit, moving to walk out of the kitchen, but he stops you with his hand on your shoulder.
“Hey, what’s wrong? You really got mad?”
Looking at him from over your shoulder, you scoff. Because you wish he would’ve really kissed you.
“You’re an idiot, that’s what’s wrong.” You say, shrugging his hand away and going back to the living room.
You plop yourself not so subtly back on your seat, Seonghwa’s eyes flying to you.
“Why did it take you so long? Where are the drinks?”
Fuck, you totally forgot.
You’re about to answer, but then Wooyoung appears in the room with all the drinks.
“Here.” He says, handing one to Seonghwa as he looks at you, but you don’t look back at him, so he proceeds to give the rest of the drinks to the rest of the boys before he sits back on the loveseat.
“Hwa.” You call, your best friend turning his head to look at you. “Next time, send San to pick me up.”
His brows furrow once again, but sensing your discomfort he decides not to push and keep quiet. He’s no stranger to the dynamic between you and Wooyoung, practically used to you getting annoyed, what he’s really oblivious to this time, though, is how serious your feelings are this once.
Around midnight the movie is over, the lights are on and the boys are diligently cleaning up the mess before they leave. You’re washing the dishes in the kitchen, with San by your side telling you about his day, and you smile because you really needed someone to get you out of your head.
You haven’t spoken with Wooyoung, and he’s sitting at the dining table with his phone in hand as you ignore his presence. But then San goes back to the living room to see if they need more help, and you’re left alone with him again.
You hope he takes the hint and doesn’t approach, as you try to focus on the task at hand.
But you should’ve known that’s not how Wooyoung works.
He stands up from the seat and walks towards you, leaning his back against the counter. You don’t say anything, but feel his eyes on you right away.
“Are you still mad?” He asks, you don’t respond, which makes him sigh. “I was just messing around.”
“Whatever.”
“Seriously, why are you so angry? It’s not the first time I play with you like this.”
You keep quiet for a brief moment, collecting your thoughts before you finally speak, still not looking at him.
“Have you ever stopped to think for a second and consider that maybe people don’t want to play that kind of game with you?”
He frowns, ready to speak when you finish with the dishes and dry your hands with a towel, but that’s right when Seonghwa walks in.
“Okay, I made sure everything was left clean.” He says, walking to you and draping his arm around your shoulders, side hugging you. “You sure you don’t need anything else?”
“Other than a good sleep? No, I’m good, Hwa.”
Seonghwa nods, then looks at Wooyoung.
“Then let’s go, Woo.” He says. “Where did you put the keys?”
“Counter next to the entrance.” Wooyoung says, eyes still glued to the side of your face in hopes you’ll look back at him. “Go ahead, I’ll take an uber after.”
“You don’t have to.” You’re quick to say, turning your head to glare at him.
Seonghwa, now puzzled, senses the tension between the two of you and asks.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
You glare at Wooyoung again, and Seonghwa is now even more confused.
“We just need to talk about some stuff.” Wooyoung addresses, crossing his arms over his chest.
“No, we don’t.” You retort.
Seonghwa watches the two of you contradicting each other, looking at you.
“Is this why you asked me to send San instead next time?”
Wooyoung snaps his head in your direction, expression filled with disbelief.
“You did what?”
Seonghwa’s eyes fix on the younger male, a stern expression on his face.
“What did you do, Wooyoung?”
“I—” He begins, but you cut him off.
“It’s nothing, Hwa. Really. He’s just being annoying and I’m not in the mood.”
Wooyoung keeps staring at you as you speak, then Seonghwa continues.
“Then let’s go, Woo. Leave her alone for now.”
Wooyoung shakes his head.
“Hyung, I already told you. Please go ahead.”
Seonghwa looks at you then, waiting for approval. You glance at Wooyoung and his pleading look, then sigh.
“It’s okay, Hwa.”
The eldest sighs then nods.
“Stop bugging her, Wooyoung. If she tells me you continued, I won’t hesitate to kick your ass.” He warns, moving towards you and wrapping you in a hug that you immediately reciprocate, burying your face in his chest and smiling. “Take care, call me if you need anything.” He says with a soft smile. “And I mean, anything.” He adds, glaring at Wooyoung.
You nod and pull back from his arms. He pats Wooyoung on the shoulder and finally walks out of the kitchen.
Everything stays quiet for a moment, the tension between you and your friend way too thick until you hear the front door slam closed, sighing and exiting the kitchen with Wooyoung following behind you.
“Did you really tell Seonghwa hyung you didn’t want me to pick you up?” Wooyoung asks without hesitance, as you take a sit on the couch, not saying a word. “Was it because of what happened earlier in your room? Or was it because of what happened in the kitchen?” He insists, taking the free spot next to yours, body in your direction as you keep staring ahead.
“It’s everything, Woo.” You finally speak. “It’s the way you can’t seem to stop with your stupid games.”
Wooyoung sighs, rubbing his hands over his jeans in what looks like wiping of sweat.
“Look, I never thought I’d make you upset. We’ve always had this kind of dynamic and I thought you were oka—”
“Well, you need to stop or one day someone is going to think you like them and catch feelings.”
His face twists in confusion.
“What?”
You take a deep breath, finally moving your body to fully face him, your eyes stern.
“You just can’t be flirting and fooling around with everyone and get touchy and almost kiss people. It’s not a fun game and you can actually hurt feelings.”
Wooyoung processes your words briefly, then says:
“Is that your case?”
You scoff and roll your eyes.
“See? No point in having this conversation. You can’t be serious for five seconds or take my words seriously. You sure as fuck know how to push my buttons.”
You try to stand up, but yelp at the sudden way he clasps his hand around your wrist and pulls you down.
“I’m not done talking.” He says, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him. “I’m being serious now. Is that your case?”
“That’s not the point!” You retaliate, shoving his hand away from your face. “What do you care if it’s the case or not? You can’t play with people’s minds like that and not expect there to be consequences, I wish you would understand that.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“Because at first, I tried to ignore it. Think this was part of your personality!” You sigh, running your hands across your face. “But then it got worse and I got confused!"
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, you’re my friend above anything.”
“I just wish you would stop acting like that.” You blurt out, instant regret washing over you at the loud and unbearable silence. He hasn’t even flinched, his piercing gaze just continues to be glued to your face. "I wish you would stop being so inconsiderate of my feelings, I wish you'd stop pretending you're gonna do something when you won't. To stop giving me everything and nothing at the same time. You don't even like me that way."
“Who said I don’t?”
“Woo, I’ve seen you around people.”
“So you automatically assume that because I like teasing I get touchy and this close with just anyone?”
You shrug.
“It’s hard not to think so.” You admit.
Wooyoung keeps silent, and your eyes search for him until you notice the way he’s holding back a smile. You frown then, annoyed.
“I also wish you would fucking take me seriously.” You whine.
“You’re just too cute.” He chuckles, cupping your face with his large hands, and rubbing your cheeks with his thumb before planting a kiss on your forehead. You freeze, heart thumping and skin bristling at the sudden action. “I’ve just been trying to get you to make a move, sweetie.” He snickers. “At first I thought you weren't into me, but I knew better when you started getting shy and clumsy whenever I teased you.”
You push back and look at him in confusion.
“Wait, what?”
“You really thought I would cross the boundaries if I didn’t want you for real?” He asks, placing both hands on your waist and pulling you against him, arms later moving to wrap around your frame and press your body to his. He smirks, lifting one hand to run his fingers through your hair, pushing it back carefully. “Silly baby, if only you knew how cute you are in my eyes. I thought I liked it when you played tough and tried to blow me off, but I like it even more when you react to me.”
Your fingers once again curl in his shirt, faces so close yet so far from one another. His scent is hypnotizing, the sweetness of his cologne sending you to a frenzy right away. His words make you shiver, and you’re sure if you weren’t sitting right now, you would’ve lost your balance.
“What are you—”
He chuckles again, eyes moving as his fingers dance from your cheek to your jaw, to your neck then to your shoulder, then slowly running downwards along your arm. He notices the shivers his touch elicits, and his eyes go back to yours, darker and mischievous.
And god, is he beautiful.
“Your skin is so smooth and soft, I just can’t stop thinking about running my mouth all over it.” He mutters as his hand finally reaches your waist. You whimper when his fingers dig on your skin, looking down between your bodies and then looking up just to find him biting his lower lip. Your temperature is dangerously increasing, your underwear becoming sticky with the lightest touches and just a couple of words from his mouth. Pathetic. “I thought I had been obvious all this time, but you still managed to get me wrong.” He smiles, leaning forward to brush his cheek against yours, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear and sending waves of electricity throughout your limbs. “My eyes were instantly drawn to you since the first day, surrendering to your feet, with that vanilla smell in your hair, those pink lips, and the sweet way they move whenever you speak.” He continues, his hot breath traveling down your neck as he places soft kisses along the column of it, and at the top of your shoulder. “Then I got to know you, and you got me wrapped around your little finger.” He hums, slightly pushing back and holding at your chin to make you look into his hooded eyes. “What do you think about when you're alone, hm? Is it me?”
You consider pushing back and questioning him about everything, the insecurity and doubts wanting to find a spot in your brain that’s now too drunk on him to even let them in. So you close your eyes and sigh as his lips run over your earlobe and right below.
“Yes.” You mumble. “I’ve wanted you so much all this time.”
He lets out a breathy chuckle, placing another soft kiss on your cheek before pushing back just enough to look into your eyes.
"You wanted to kiss me so bad you got mad when I pulled back, baby?" He asks now, a teasing tone still lingering in his voice. He brushes his thumb against your lower lip, his tongue darting out to wet his own.
You pout, looking at him through your lashes once again, melting his heart. "Yes." You confess.
He smiles, his teeth slightly grazing his lower lip. "We can't let you be upset about that, now can we?" He mumbles before he leans in to finally kiss you, and you feel like your brain could explode in pure ecstasy, knowing you're finally having what you've dreamed about for a long time. His lips mold with yours deliciously, tongues meeting for the first time and sending shivers down your spine, taking your breath away. You can feel your pulse hammering in your ears, your stomach flipping, your body setting aflame.
When he moves back, still lazily brushing his lips over the corner of your mouth and jaw, he goes: “I think about you so much, always missing you. How can you think I don’t like you?” He asks, pressing his lips on yours in a chaste kiss. “How could that be possible…” He trails off, grabbing one of your hands and bringing it to his crotch, pressing your palm against his hard erection. “When this is what you do to me with so little?”
You gasp at the feeling, applying slight pressure and making him groan. At this point, there’s a mess between your legs, throbbing, clenching around nothing. As if on cue, he places his hand on your exposed thigh, moving it up slowly.
“Fuck, Wooyoung.”
“Do you want this?”
“Yes. Please, touch me.”
Wooyoung lets out a breathy chuckle, sliding his hand up and up until it finds purchase on your clothed core. He presses his slender fingers against the fabric, and you’re quick to mewl.
“Here?”
“Yes, yes, please.”
He hums, rubbing up and down. It’s nowhere near what you’d feel without all the fabric, but it still feels delicious.
“I will give you what you want.” He says, planting a kiss on your jaw. “But after you make it up to me.”
He pushes back and you suddenly feel cold and confused. Furrowing your brows you look at him questioningly.
“Wait, what?”
He smiles and moves to sit straight and press his back against the couch. His legs spread, hands on his sides.
“You made me think I had fucked up and I felt guilty.” He says. “If you want me to touch you, then make it up to me.”
Your eyes flick from his face to between his legs. Gulping, you feel nervousness embracing you.
“I— uh, how?”
Wooyoung chuckles.
“Well, you could start by touching me, silly.” He responds, motioning with his head for you to move.
Hesitant, you move to sit on your ankles, lifting your hands to unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. With a lift of his hips, he helps you push them down along with his underwear before his cock finally springs free, slapping against his stomach.
Your mouth waters at the sight of his tip, leaking beads of pre-cum. You smear it down with your finger, hand wrapping around his shaft to start pumping. His muscles tense, and subtle grunts fall from his mouth. Your wrist twists, holding onto him tightly and applying pressure as you go up and down, slowly increasing the movements.
He starts cursing under his breath, and you notice the way his fingers are digging onto the cushions. You start feeling more and more aroused by the way he reacts to you, powerful, taking control. You’re suddenly not shy anymore as you grab his face with your free hand and make him look at you.
“Feels good?” You ask, and he chuckles breathlessly.
“Mhmm.” He smirks. “So good.”
Your change your hand to be able to play with his balls, which makes him moan right away. You smile, adoring his fucked out expression. More pre-cum leaking from his tip, you take advantage of the moment he looks at you to run your finger over it and bring it to your lips, pressing his arousal against your tongue.
His lips curve into a smirk.
“Fucking dirty.” He says. “Let me see.”
You stick your tongue out, and he can see the glistening of pre-cum you haven’t swallowed yet. But right before you can, his hand flies to your chin and he sits up, leaning forward and pressing his tongue against yours, followed by a kiss you were not expecting. You moan against his mouth at the idea of him tasting himself on you, and your grip on him only tightens, catching up speed. He breaks the kiss and pulls back to pant, moans, and curses filling the room before he grabs your wrist and halts your movements.
You look confused when he stands up and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room joined by his pants.
“Undress and lay down.” He orders, stroking his length lazily as you obey. His eyes follow every movement, devouring you with his gaze until you’re finally laying down on the couch. “Good girl. Now I’m gonna hover over you, and you’re gonna do what I ask you to, yeah?”
“Yes.”
He straddles you then, one knee on top of the sofa at your side and the other leg stretched and supporting his body weight on the floor. He runs his fingers once again through your hair, smiling sweetly at you.
“Are you okay with this? Please, let me know if you’re uncomfortable with anything.”
You smile, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles.
“I’m okay, Woo. I want this.”
“Good.”
He moves a little further up, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other one placed on the armrest. He looks down at you and smirks, you smirk back, dying to touch him. You could swear you’ve never seen something so erotic and delicious in your life.
“Lick.” He says. At first, you think he means his cock, but when he doesn’t move his hand away you know he means his balls, so you do what he says. You stick your tongue out again and lick a long strip, kissing and playing with them. Wooyoung gasps at the contact of your wet muscle, hips rocking and grinding onto your mouth. You close your eyes and enjoy, testing the waters and sucking as well, which gifts you with a long moan from his lips. “Fuck, you’re so good. Such a filthy girl, sucking my balls so eagerly, hm?” He says, pumping his cock at the rhythm of your tongue, the slick sounds that emanate from the movements of his fist, probably coating his own hand with his arousal as he uses it as a lube is making your head spin, so you moan against him. His breath is labored as he continues moving, having your tongue all over his skin and your mouth encasing his sensitive nutsack. He leans back just enough to swipe his finger between your folds, making you moan once again.
“Fuck, fuck, Woo.” You cry out when he applies pressure on your clit, rubbing circles as you try to continue your ministrations. It's salacious, filthy the way you're so wet it can make such loud sounds, embarrassing, but he adores it.
“So wet and warm for me.” He hisses. “Did you get so riled up over our little argument and a few touches?" He chuckles breathlessly. "Can’t wait to be inside you, baby, I'm gonna slide in and out with so much ease, my cock is going to drown in you.”
He shifts position, tapping your mouth with the head of his cock. You stick it out for him, and he starts rocking his hips to rub his tip against your tongue for a moment, finally sliding his cock fully into your mouth.
You do your best to breathe through your nose as he slowly reaches the back of your throat. You gag, he pulls back, then goes back in, gently fucking your face with his dick.
“I knew you’d sound good choking on my cock.” He grunts as you swirl your tongue around his cock, hands still playing with his balls as you do so. He sucks a breath and continues cursing, praising you under his breath as you focus on his girth and his protruding veins.
"So big, such a yummy cock, Woo."
"You have such a dirty mouth, huh? Using it like you mean it."
His fingers are still rubbing your clit and you feel the knot in your stomach already forming your climax approaching. Your moans around his length only drive him closer to the edge, one final curse from his mouth before he pulls away from you, edging the two of you.
“What’s wrong?” You ask when you sit up, the back of your hand wiping the drool from your chin. Wooyoung says nothing, instead grabbing you by the waist and lifting you up his shoulder. You squeak as he takes you to your bedroom.
Closing the door with his foot, he throws you on the bed, climbing to hover over you, both hands at the sides of your head as he looks into your eyes.
“Would never fuck you on a couch for the first time, sweetheart.” He says, and you roll your eyes, chuckling.
He leans down, connecting your lips to a real kiss. You kiss him back eagerly, the feeling even better than you could’ve ever imagined. Your hands fly to the back of his neck, burying your fingers in his black locks as his right hand cups your cheek, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, wanting to feel him even closer to you as his tongue continuously presses on yours. He grinds down on you, and you feel his hard cock against your stomach before he moves his hand down between your legs, not wasting time before he slides two digits inside you. You break the kiss with a moan, head thrown back that makes him start kissing on your neck, tongue lapping onto your burning skin, lips brushing up and down, along with light sucks.
He starts scissoring his fingers, pumping them in and out of you before twisting his wrist to curl his fingers and reach the spot that soon has you rolling your eyes back.
“Fuck, Woo, don’t stop, p-please.” You say, hands clawing onto his biceps. You feel his smirk against your skin as he increases his movements enough to have you begging for more with cries of his name.
“So tight, look at you losing it over just my fingers.” He mocks in between kisses. “How many times have you gotten off thinking of me, baby? Did you cry out my name like this?”
You nod, too fucked up to trust your own voice. He chuckles as he leaves kisses across your body, going lower, and lower until you feel his lips around your clit. Your eyes shot open, looking down at him, who’s already looking up at you as his merciless tongue flicks against your bundle of nerves.
“Fuck!” You mewl, back arching and hand flying down to grab a fistful of his hair. Your hips move on autopilot, grinding against his face as your thighs threaten to close around his head. Wooyoung is quick to spread you open again without stopping, and soon you’re breaking down, your first orgasm washing over you.
He rides you through it until you’re too sensitive and have to push his head back. He sits up and smirks, chin coated in your juices that he wipes with the back of his hand.
“So tasty.”
You place your hands behind his head and pull him into a hot, sloppy kiss.
“Please fuck me.” You mumble against his mouth, hand moving down to squeeze his cock.
“Fuck.” He grunts. “Do you want me to wear a condom?”
You shake your head.
“I’m on birth control. I trust you.”
Wooyoung looks at you for a moment, a sweet smile that can’t compare to his previous smirks full of mischief adorns his face before he goes down to kiss you again.
He lines himself with your entrance, pushing in slowly. You groan, and so does he, breaking away from the kiss due to the urge to throw his head back.
You can’t help but stare at him as he starts moving, hands holding onto your waist, veiny arms flexing under the dim lights. His tanned skin is covered in sweat that glistens as much as the chain hanging from his neck. The sound of skin slapping and moans harmonize the quiet room.
His hand moves to cup one of your breasts, thumb flicking the perked nipple. You’re in a daze, and you need more of him despite having him all to yourself, so you place your hands on his shoulders and pull him against you, wrapping your arms around him, digging your nails in his back, and moving your hips to meet his thrusts as you kiss his neck, lips and tongue running across his skin, leaving traces he will be able to see tomorrow. Wooyoung is losing his mind, the feeling of your warm walls engulfing him almost unbearable in the best sense of the word. The sounds you make are exquisite, and when he feels your nails scratching his back in pleasure when you start clenching around him so tightly, he’s pushed even closer to the edge.
“Ah, fuck baby. You’re taking me so well.” He groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “So crazy about you and the way you squeeze me. My pretty little thing, made just for me.”
His movements increase, hips snapping in hard motions when he finally reaches down to rub circles against your already sensitive clit. You cry out, clinging onto him for dear life as another orgasm approaches. Your walls spasming, clenching around Wooyoung so hard he feels he could burst a nut. Your fingers run up to tangle again in his hair, pulling at the roots as you moan against his ear.
He goes feral, moans getting louder when he finally reaches his climax, and you reach yours. His hips continue snapping furiously as he shots his seed inside of you, riding the two of you out of your orgasms, chanting the other's name.
He pulls out of you, hands moving to support his weight at the sides of your head. The two of you try then to catch your breaths, your eyes glued to his post-orgasmic glory, mind numb as your mouth speaks on its own.
“I love you so much. I think I might be in love with you.”
Wooyoung looks up at you when you say that, and you think you may have ruined the moment. You want to take it back, but you know you can’t. Should you apologize?
His expression softens, and a small smile appears. He cups your face in his hand, leaning down to kiss you.
This kiss, however, is different. It’s soft, it’s sweet. This kiss is slow, he takes his time in making your heart swell. His fingers caress your face so gently you could cry, and then you know he doesn’t really need to say the words back for you to know how he feels.
But he does.
“I love you too, baby. And I’m definitely in love with you.”
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his good girl - chapter 1
pairing: song mini x stripper!reader
tags: stripper au, smut series
warnings: slight mentions of stalker, bad words (tee hee), dom!mingi, sub!reader, riding, daddydom!mingi, finger sucking, being carried and getting fucked, a bit of physical roughness (reader receiving), degradation but also praise, cum eating (off the floor!), aftercare
wc: 3.8 k
an: so I decided to give the reader a name because that feels more realistic to me as a reader than y/n. I find that sometimes reading "y/n" takes me out of it a little, so lmk if you find this helpful as well! Also, I am a little depraved so right off the bat, this gets very crazy kinky
minors dni!! 18+ only!!
“Where is the red garter belt I let you borrow?” You are racing around your and Lina’s small apartment, trying to prepare for yet another night on the job.
“I don’t know, I may have left it at the club?” Lina answers from the bathroom.
Red is his favorite. You don’t want to disappoint.
“Well great Lina thanks for that, I’m never letting you borrow my shit again.”
“Love you too!” she calls after you as you leave to go shopping. It’s not like you’re against making another trip to get some new pieces, but why do you always make the same mistake in letting Lina borrow your favorite stuff…
Your’s and Lina’s apartment is in a pretty run down building in an unsafe part of Gangnam, but no matter how shitty it is, its yours and you really want it to feel like home.
But, that doesn’t mean you don’t feel the pair of eyes watching you as you exit out of your apartment building and walk towards the bus stop.
You have been noticing that lately, the feeling that someone is watching you. When you leave your house, when you’re at the grocery store, while you’re going on a run. You try and brush it off because this is normal for women and all that, but today, you pay just a little harder attention.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see a figure in a black hood (Jacket? Coat? You don’t want to look too hard) standing across the street from your apartment building. You walk a little faster to the bus stop just in case.
That night, after spending more than you should on new lingerie sets, you and Lina are about to take the stage for your first stage set. It’s almost midnight, which is usually the time he makes his appearance.
You always get butterflies, but not the stage fright normal kind of butterflies, the kind that make your clit perk up and your nipples harden.
Why do you always get so worked up over a man who hasn’t even fucked you?, you think as you make your way up to the stage.
You really have become quite the pro at this. After 4 years of working for this club, your boss has dubbed you his favorite girl. Doyeon always protects you and gives you the most popular customers, knowing you will always keep them coming back.
You always thought it felt nice to be appreciated, especially knowing he didn’t have any intentions of coming onto you, on account of he’s a flaming fruitcake.
Its a good ways into your set, and his table still sits empty. You feel the sweat start to form on your back, but try to stay in your routine.
Why isn’t he here? Where could he be instead? Did his company find out he was doing this?
You always got scared that it might be leaked that idols come here, knowing the sasaengs stalker habits. Mingi, being a part of one of the biggest Korean boy groups, Ateez, must have a large number of crazy fans following him.
Did they find out and tip the press to show up here? You didn’t see anyone outside though… Your mind runs rampant with all of the reasons that it could possibly be as you walk off stage and collect your tips from the stage manager.
Tears start to threaten to spill, and you think you are crazy yet again to be this affected by a man you haven’t even had a conversation with.
On the way home, Lina can tell you’re bothered and nudges your side as you walk home.
“So you know how Taehyun has been requesting me a lot? Well he mentioned his upcoming tour tonight, I think he might finally take me along with them!” She exclaimed excitedly.
“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s just saying that so you’ll suck him off some more.” you say.
“Well damn… What’s got you all worked up honey?” She always called you honey when she was trying to comfort you.
“Mingi didn’t come tonight..” you admit.
“On a Thursday? That’s… super out of character. Well don’t worry, I’m sure practice just went long or he has an early morning schedule or….” her talking trails off as you dissociate.
Lina has always been a nice friend, agreeing to move in with you without knowing you very well, trying her best to always cheer you up. It’s not her fault you felt like you guys were never really close. You give her props for trying though.
You pull out your phone and check his bubble and instagram, seeing if maybe they could give you some clues. Nothing.
You fall asleep that night thinking of the last time his fingers swiped your lip, hoping it wasn’t the last.
—
The next night at the club is gloomy. Even though it’s a Friday, attendance is lower and your energy is even lower.
The feeling of someone watching you has been bothering you all day, but the guy in the hood has yet to make an appearance. You are just looking forward to curling up in your bed tonight and continually refreshing Mingi’s bubble messages.
The stage manager calls for everyone to get onstage for the final number and the other girls rush out. You take your time though, not feeling like getting in a rush for this menial thing.
You hang your head in your hands, covering your eyes and taking a breath. Just get through it, he’s just a man, you try to remind yourself.
A smell reaches you, like a really expensive cologne. Musky and masculine, and somehow… dominant.
You look up and standing in the doorway is him. He stands as if he owns the place, hands in his pocket, opting for a fitted vest tonight in lieu of a jacket.
And he’s staring you down, studying you intently. If it was anyone else, you would feel the need to cover yourself and apologize. But not with him.
You probably look like a dumbass, staring at him through the mirror with your mouth slightly open.
He speaks first. “You were worried.” It’s a question but he doesn’t need an answer.
“Yes,” is all you can manage to squeak out.
He leans against the doorway, messing with his shirt cuff. You still haven’t moved, frozen in place. How did he get in here, past the security guard? How did he know which dressing room you were in? Was he the person in the hood you noticed this morning? He must be stalking you… Why doesn’t that bother you more?
He notices your anxiety moving through you. “Don’t worry, I just know the security guard. He owed me a favor. I’m not a stalker” he responds, as if he read your mind.
“That’s… good” you say.
He drops his arms and strides towards you, slowly as to not spook you. “Well thank you for worrying about me. I’m okay, for now. But, here’s the problem my love,” he draws his finger up your arm, making your hair stand up and bumps form. “You may be in trouble.”
You aren’t sure what he means. “What kind of trouble?” you ask. “Like legal trouble?”
You are afraid that maybe one of the idols ratted this place out and the feds are going to come knocking down your door and take you all away. Would Mingi still visit you in jail? Surely not, there’s no lap dances there…
He sticks his finger under your chin and pushes it up to make you look at him. Drip.
“Please stop letting your mind get ahead of you, baby. Let daddy speak.” DRIP.
“A sasaeng has been getting very close to you. Too close. I can’t let you get hurt.” Awe, he wants to protect you. DRIP DRIP DRIPPING.
“How did they find me?” you ask.
He leans against the counter as he continues, “I am not sure, I don’t even know how much they know. Sasaengs are insane people with insane complexes. This one has been stalking me since pre-debut. But I’ve always been careful that she doesn’t see me come in here. So how she knows that you are important to me, I don’t know…” IMPORTANT TO HIM???
Okay you’ll have to throw these underwear out at this point.
“So what do I need to do then? To protect myself I mean” you ask him.
“Nothing, I want you to do absolutely nothing and let me handle it. But in the meantime, you can’t go back to your apartment.”
Hate to say it, but fine by you. Maybe you’ll save some money by not having to replace your stolen shit anymore.
“Where will I go instead?” you ask.
“You’ll come stay with me.” Jesus Christ, 20 year old you would be freaking the fuck out. But, it doesn’t make you freak out, in that way at least.
“What about Lina, what about my job? I can’t live with you, much less San and Seonghwa. I’ll never see you. What if you have to travel for schedules? I’m just supposed to stay in your dorm 24/7? I have a life! I barely even know you! You only ever say 4 words to me, and then fucking leave me in a puddle, how can I just-”
His hand stroking the side of your cheek cuts you off. “Again with the mind racing, baby. I don’t want you to uproot your life, it will be temporary. I have my own apartment now too, so we won’t be with other members. It will only be until we are 100% sure you are safe to be alone. I will take care of you, I promise.” he reassures.
You lean into the hand that holds your head, a few tears falling into it. You finally get the courage to look up at him, making eye contact. He has dropped his heavy, dominant demeanor. Instead, his eyes hold only comfort and concern.
Maybe he wasn’t kidding; maybe you really are important to him.
After a minute of silence, “Okay, so what do I need to do right now?” you ask.
“Change and pack up your stuff, we are going to the apartment. Make a list of what all you need from your apartment when we get home and I will send a staff to collect it all in the morning.”
“And take a breath, princess.” You unclench your jaw, which you didn’t even realize was clenched. He kisses your forehead before reaching down to grab your duffle bag that you carry your things in.
You think in silence as you pack. Take a breath he says… he will protect me he says… Why me? Why is protecting me, a stripper, just some stripper that he barely speaks to. He doesn’t even know my real name…
“Yes I do,” he says from the chair he has sat down in to wait for you. Oops, you must’ve said that part outloud.
“It’s Cora.” You like the way he flips the “r” of your American name with his Korean accent.
“How do you know that?” he ignores you. “How do you know I used to live with San and Seonghwa?” “Touche…” you respond.
“All done?” he asks. You nod. He crosses to you and starts stroking your arms to comfort you.
“I want you to remember though, you still have to be a good girl for me at the apartment, can you do that?”
You look up at him through your eyelashes, surprised that he still is holding this up even at a time like this. Is it all an act, or is it truly how he is? Either way, you are turned on once again.
“Yes..” you respond. He cocks his eyebrow, questioning your answer.
“Yes what?”
“Yes… daddy.”
“There’s my good girl.”
With his hand on your back, he guides you out of the dressing room and out the back door, where a black hatchback with tinted windows is waiting. He holds open the door for you, and helps you into the car. If only other men treated all their strippers like this…
The car ride home (whatever home means at the moment) is very silent. He has his hand on your thigh the entire way, the other staying steady on the wheel. His thumb rubs back and forth, another attempt at comfort you’re guessing. It works, sort of.
Just smelling him and being near him your body is relaxed, knowing he will take care of you and wanting to give yourself to him. It’s like you are under his spell, which is crazy. You are usually so independent and self-sufficient. What about him makes you want to grant his every wish?
“Shouldn’t you be blindfolding me, so I won’t know where your apartment is and so I won’t run away and all that?” you ask, kind of joking.
“You won’t” he says while keeping his eyes on the road, fully confident in his answer.
He’s probably right.
–
Finally you reach the apartment. You almost drifted off to sleep, even though the drive was only about 20 minutes. He parks right outside the front door of the building and gets out to open your door for you. He offers his hand to help you out of the car. It’s much appreciated because you are still in your platform heels, just throwing a coat over your outfit you were going to wear to perform in.
He keeps his hand on your back as you walk up to the doors, through the lobby, and up the elevator. It’s a really nice building with a concierge and fresh flowers all over. Sometimes you forget how big Ateez really is, and figure that Mingi bought this place with his own money.
You wonder if he has neighbors on his floor. Do they know he lives next to them? Does he talk to his neighbors at all? Do they know that he is having his own personal stripper move in with him?
They’re gonna know now, from how loud you are being.
How you ended up riding him in his dining room chair about 15 minutes later, you’re not so sure.
—
He was going slow, too slow, slow enough that you could feel every. single. inch.
You tried to grind your hips and get him in deeper, but the tight hold he had on your asscheek lets you know that even though you are on top, you are not in control.
His other hand is holding your face, his thumb hooked in your mouth. You suck and gag on it as much as you can, but it’s hard to focus when he is going this slow.
You felt high, things were getting foggy. All you knew is that you wanted to please him.
“My beautiful girl, doing so well. You were waiting for this for a long time weren’t you?” his deep voice sends sparks to your clit and makes you even wetter, if that’s even possible.
You can only close your eyes and nod. You want to throw your head back, but his hand on your cheek and thumb in your mouth keeps it facing forward. “Now baby, what did I say? Eyes. on. me.”
He jerks your head a bit, just to make you a little scared.
You know he would never hurt you.
Unless you asked.
You open your eyes like a good girl. How could you not be a good girl for him?
His breath catches when you make eye contact with him again. His eyes bare into your soul, never breaking.
You whimper a little when the head of his cock catches someplace you have never felt before. He smirks, knowing. He hits it again, making the upper half of your body keen forward, his thumb slipping out of your mouth.
Your hands, which were bracing on the back of the chair, move down to his pecs. You are desperate for him, desperate for that feeling that release you dreamt about him giving you.
You start to bounce since he let go of you, letting his arms hang down and his head fall back in pleasure. You are doing that to him. You are making him let go.
You grind his cockhead up against your g-spot over and over again, drooling down his neck.
You wish you could see what you guys look like, his giant body draped over the chair in ecstasy, you sat on his thick thighs bouncing on his perfect cock, licking up and down his neck.
You’re close, really close, and your walls start to constrict down on his cock. His eyes shoot open and he jerks his head up at the feeling.
“Hold on princess,” he practically growls at you.
Hold onto what? You think.
He grabs underneath your thighs, holding his hands behind your back and lifts the both of you out of the chair with him still inside of you.
Oh my god, holy shit.
This was too good, you couldn’t have even dreamt this up.
You wrap your hands around his neck and he pummels into you as fast as he can, hitting your g-spot every single time as if he has memorized the angle. The sound of his balls hitting your ass covers your cries of his name.
“Fucking. Take it.” he says, his forehead touching yours. He has essentially lost control of his body, just bouncing you wildly up and down his cock.
It’s coming, It’s coming. Please, please, please, “please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, if you’re even talking out loud. You feel like you are losing your grip on reality, its so so close.
He stills inside of you, leaving his cock right on the spot you need the most. He just shallowly thrusts, just rubbing your g-spot with his cockhead. Holy shit, it feels like fucking heaven.
“Now,” he commands.
And you obey.
You flutter around him, feeling how his shallow thrusts stutter when you cum. You don’t stop for at least a full minute.
“Thank you thank you thank you, oh fuck, thank you daddy” is all you can say as your clit jumps in ecstasy.
His eyebrows are furrowed together, he’s close too. Right as your orgasm tapers out, you tighten your thighs around him and give him 3 bounces. That’s all he needs.
He pulls you off of him just as he’s cumming, holding you away from him so you can watch the cum drip out of his cock and onto the floor. It’s so beautiful, you think.
He sets your legs down on the floor, but they can’t hold you up and you fall to your knees. You can barely see straight, and you can’t catch your breath. Holy shit he may really have fucked the shit out of you.
You keep your eyes turned to the ground while you try and slow your heart, but you see him start to squat down to your level. He picks up your chin with his hand to look up at him. “Baby… you need to clean up your mess.”
“Wh..What?” you stutter.
He stands up straight again, looming over you with his giant presence. “Clean it up.” his gaze falls to the ground and yours follows.
Oh… you get it now.
Not breaking eye contact, you lean your head down. You stick out your tongue and lick up the cum that he let fall to the floor, as well as some from you that you didn’t even realize had dripped down. He smiles.
You feel like a pet, like a slave.
You fucking love it.
“That’s my good girl.” he praises you. You wipe off your mouth and look up at him through your eyelashes. He squats back down to your level, seeming to have fallen for your puppy dog eyes.
“Does my baby need help getting cleaned up?”
“Yes daddy.”
He bends down to pick you up, which he does with ease, as if you weighed nothing. He guides your legs to wrap around him and he carries you into the bathroom.
He sets you down to sit on the toilet and turns on the shower to start heating up. Why do you feel so dizzy? You gaze can’t focus.
“Cora… don’t pass out on me my love.” he holds your face in his hands.
“What do you need baby?” you grab onto his wrist to try and steady yourself.
“Just a minute… I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, take your time.”
He strokes your hair as you take a few deep breaths to steady yourself.
“Is the shower ready?” you ask.
“Yes my love, whenever you are.”
“Will you help me?” you ask.
“Of course” he says as he starts guiding you towards the shower door.
He lets you step in first and before you can protest that you can shower on your own, he steps in behind you.
It's a really big shower, with beautiful blue tiles and a detachable shower head. Detachable? Huh…
You lean into his chest, your head barely meeting the middle of it due to his height. One of his arms wraps around your body while the other starts to shampoo your hair.
Why do you already feel so comfortable with him? As if you have been showering together for years. You literally just licked this man’s cum off the floor and have no remorse about it. Should you feel guilty?
Nah, you kind of just feel like bragging to other Atiny’s on Twitter. I sucked his beautiful cock!! Suckers!!! Probably wouldn’t be the best idea…
After washing the rest of your body and getting you out of the shower and making sure you brushed your teeth, you are now tucked into his extremely comfortable bed. You don’t usually sleep naked, but it seems right when he is too.
You turn to face him in the bed. He was already staring at you, it seems.
“You know, I wasn’t expecting us to fuck right off the bat..” you admit.
“Me neither, but I am not surprised. It’s hard to resist you.”
“You’ve been resisting me for the past 6 months. You know I always craved more from you.”
“Yes I did know. But I didn’t want to enjoy you in such a public space. I just craved being around you. Its hard to resist you, though, princess. Just know that.”
I guess that makes me feel better, but still… so many things unanswered.
“I know you are probably questioning a lot of things. Just try and get some sleep tonight, okay my love?” he asks.
“Okay..” you agree in a small voice, knowing that you will wake up tomorrow with even more unanswered questions.
“Good girl.” He curls his arm around your middle and tucks you into his side, kissing your forehead before drifting to sleep.
He smells like the same cologne he was wearing earlier tonight. Beautiful, musky, and masculine. You let yourself drift to sleep, breathing him in.
OKAY I DID IT MY FIRST CHAPTER. plz reblog and like.
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Seven Days || Park Jisung
PAIRING ▸ Jisung x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ established relationship, smut, fluff
WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, way too much dialogue, Chenle & Haechan like bullying Jisung, Everyone likes bullying Aisha, mentions of alcohol consumption, sexting, sub!Jisung (basically a service top), degrading/ dirty talk, fingering, dom!reader, phone sex (kinda), *mutual* masturbation, face sitting (oral), accidental & intentional edging, they are both really horny, virginity loss, riding, choking, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill but be safe ya'll), #saveTaeil
SUMMARY ▸ Jisung goes away on a boys trip for spring break leaving you alone with your girl best friends for the week. Seven days was a long time without seeing your boyfriend, especially in a new relationship...
Let’s just say things get a little spicy when you finally see each other due to the dirty messages you have been secretly sending.
WORD COUNT▸ 6.5k
Day One
It was unfortunate that things got mixed up at the last second.
All was well until your best friend Aisha dragged you and your girlfriends onto the wrong plane. The only sort of good thing out of it was that you were still in contact with your boyfriend... just thousands of miles and hours away from each other.
You were pacing around your hotel room in distress, phone clutched in your hand tightly, as if it would crack any second from your firm grip. “Goddamn Y/n. We know you love your boyfriend but I’m sure he’s fine without you for now with his best friends,”
“No! He needs me Joy. You really have no idea how much he relies on me do you?” Joy rolled her eyes playfully, flopping down on one of the queen-sized hotel beds.
Your best friends had decided it would be a good idea to visit Paris for spring break and of course, they had to beg you until you agreed. Jisung and his friends thought it would be a splendid idea if you all went there together over spring break. A week of memories, joy, and drinking.
But no.
Aisha just HAD to fuck it up somehow.
You checked your weather app with hesitance. It read Paris... Paris, Texas. It took everything in you not to scream and storm into Aisha's hotel room and slap the shit out of her. You loved her but sometimes she had no sense.
“I can’t believe she mistook Paris Texas for Paris France! It’s taking everything in me not to beat her ass right now Joy,” and you weren’t lying either. Doyeon and Ningning literally had to hold you back from charging at her when you first found out where exactly you were.
You couldn’t help how your mind wandered back to your boyfriend every once in a while, wondering how he was doing with the boys in Paris. You were praying that they knew how to take care of themselves while you were away. After all, you were always the one to cook their meals.
“You and Jisung don’t live with each other so it’s basically the same thing right? Every time you want to see him you got to get your lazy ass up and drive, so just pretend he’s driving to you but taking a long ass time and it’ll go by faster. Trust.”
You couldn’t decide if you wanted to trust Joy or not, a debate going on in your mind. Though she has been in a relationship for the past five years, you knew her better than anyone... which was why you couldn’t tell if she was joking with you or not. Joy had a habit of lying; not enough to cause damage but enough that you couldn’t tell when she was really playing around or telling the truth.
Sighing in defeat, Joy looked you in your eyes seriously, “You think I’m lying don’t you,” You could see the disappointment in her eyes but didn’t speak from the embarrassment. You cursed yourself for forgetting she had an incredible ability to read people. “You’re right. I was lying” Hollering out a laugh, she threw herself onto her own bed, shielding herself with one of the pillows as she knew your next move.
Attacking her with a series of hard thrown pillows, she finally surrendered after taking a shot to the face. “Oh my fucking god I hate you so much Joy!”
Day Two
“So… who’s gonna cook our meals for the week?” All of the boys stared at each other in silence, none of them wanting to be the one to cook for the others.
Yuta spoke again, “If no one is going to speak up I guess Taeil will pick one of you since he’s the oldest.” The group of boys' eyes practically bulged out of their skulls, Jungwoo coming up with the quick excuse of “We can just order out,” to save himself from getting picked.
Jisung sat silently on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with the thought of you running through his head. “Damn Jisung, was the pussy really that good?” Joked Chenle, a surprised gasp falling from the younger boy's lips at the comment.
The other men cracked up in laughter, Jisung’s cheeks going red in embarrassment. “I mean, it must have been if she has you thinking about her every second of the day.
“Chenle… you’re embarrassing me…” Jisung whines shyly, his hands coming up from his sides to cover his red-tinted face. Jisung had to admit Chenle wasn’t entirely wrong, your cunt was absolutely delicious and your boyfriend couldn’t wait until your next scandalous escapade.
You were the only thing he was thinking about for the past day and a half you haven’t seen each other, his mind often lingering back to the first time you played with him. Last night he found himself getting off to the vivid memory, moaning your name huskily as he came in his hand, wishing it was your pretty little pussy.
“I think I hate Aisha now,” he sighed, looking up at Donghyuck from his comfy position.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about Jisung. Don’t make me knock some sense into you,” Piping up from his seat at the small kitchen table, Jungwoo added, “I do too Jisung. I was so looking forward to seeing Joy this week and now it’s ruined because of Hyuck's brain dead girlfriend,”
Slapping the back of Jungwoo's head, Donghyuck huffed under his breath in annoyance at the boys talking shit about his girlfriend right to his face. Of course, Jungwoo was joking though. Aisha and the tall boy have been best friends since they were kids, and if it wasn’t for him, Haechan and Aisha would’ve never met at all.
“Boys, settle down now, it’s too late to be bickering about silly things.” Taeil states, plopping down on the recliner chair across the room “Hyung… it’s only five though,” A confused look crossed Xiaojuns face at the eldest's statement, “Wow, you’re getting old.”
Taeil glares at the boy before getting comfortable in his seat, shutting his eyes, and falling asleep rather quickly.
Haechan, Jungwoo, Chenle, Yuta, and Xiaojun all went back to their respectively selected rooms, Leaving Taeil and Jisung alone in their shared hotel room. A notification alerts him, his eyes quickly darting to the name on the screen “Y/n..” he mumbles, quickly opening the messaging app to see that you’ve sent him a picture.
Not just any picture…
The boy's breath hitched in surprise, the picture of your practically bare breasts making him hard instantly. You were wearing a cute, white bra with see-through sections running through. It took everything in him to not rush straight to his room and grab his cock with urgency.
Seconds later you sent another message, a simple text this time reading “I miss you so much baby” To Jisung, this felt like a dream. Never did he think he would be getting sent something like this by any girl ever.
Quickly thinking of a response, the boy typed back his reply, “Y/n I miss you too,” His reply made it seem like he was nonchalant about the whole thing, but his heart was beating fast against his rib cage, breath ragged and shallow.
He really had no idea how he was going to survive a week without you if you continued to send sexy pictures. “You’re not gonna give me anything back baby?” Blinking twice at your next text, Jisung looked around as if he was committing a crime. He stood up quickly, rushing off to his decently sized room, locking the door, and flopping down in the bed.
Immediately, his sweatpants were discarded somewhere on the floor, his phone still in his hand. Jisung angled the camera down to his evident erection in his boxers, bringing his hand right past the elastic band and gripping his hard cock, not moving his hand an inch.
Snapping a quick picture and sending it, he waited patiently for your reply. You took ages, and your boyfriend started wondering what you were doing over there. He sighed in disappointment. Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, and bingo, you finally texted back.
This time it was a video, and it had Jisung moving his hand up and down around his cock in an instant. You were fingering yourself, moaning your boyfriend's name seductively as your back arched in pleasure, “Fuck baby, I wish your fingers were inside me,” And he wished that too.
Jisung threw his head back against the hard wooden headboard, stroking his cock with newfound urgency. He didn’t know how you could turn him on so easily, and he didn’t care. All he could think about was how sexy you sounded moaning his name and pleading for him to help you out when you both knew he couldn’t.
“Are you enjoying it, baby?” Jisung was enjoying it so much that he didn’t even see your text, or hear Taeil knocking on his door urgently. He was so close he could practically taste his orgasm.
“Jisung! Open the door! Yuta and Xiaojun got you some takeout.” Jisung ripped his hand off of his dick immediately at his eldest friend's voice, closing out of your video and practically jumping off of the bed to find his sweatpants.
“Uhh- fuck,” he swore under his breath, struggling to get his sweatpants back on, “I’m coming just wait for a second,”
Curse Taeil.
Day Four
It had been two days since you and your boyfriend sent risky texts to each other, simply having no time with the constant company of your friends around. Jisung, on the other hand, watched the video you sent him countless times, almost overstimulating himself from jerking off to it so much. He simply found it unbelievably sexy, and he would never get tired of you moaning his name.
Haechan walked over to the younger where he was situated on the sofa, staring idly at the large television screen, “Day four with no pussy. This is a prime example of what it does to you,” Jisung tried to act cool about it, keeping a straight face at his friend's comment. “His ears are turning red, Jisung is so cute,” Taeil coos, ruffling his youngest friend's hair. Jisung swats his hands away, jerking away from his touch. “I’m going to my room now,” He excused himself, heading off to his room for some peace and quiet.
Jisung decided a little rest would do no harm and tucked himself under the covers, closing his eyes soon after.
Bing.
Jisung’s head whipped around to the nightstand impossibly fast, seeing a notification from you. “I miss hearing your voice, can I call you?” And who was he to refuse? Fuck a nap he could take those anytime he wanted. (he could also call you anytime he wanted but that wasn’t the point)
He FaceTimed you immediately, not even bothering to answer your text. Your sweet voice filled the air, putting Jisung in a love-struck trance. Your boyfriend took in your features, admiring how pretty you looked on camera. “What have you and the boys been doing out there? It’s so fucking boring here I think I’m gonna die,”
Your boyfriend chuckled, the deep tone erupting butterflies in your stomach, “Oh really? Yesterday was pretty boring for me too. We were planning on going to the Eiffel Tower but it was too cold so we just took pictures from afar and went back to the hotel,”
You smiled, feeling happy that your boyfriend was actually having a good time on his vacation, unlike you. “Are you doing anything tomorrow?” you questioned, wanting to hear more of Jisung’s sweet voice. “I don’t know. I have to ask Yuta or Jungwoo, they’re the ones who planned this whole trip anyway,”
While Jisung rambled on, you couldn’t help but think about how good he ate you out or how good he fingered you, making you wet at the thought of him using his newly discovered skills on you. “That’s nice, but did you enjoy the video I sent you?” Jisung’s blood went cold at the mention of the video. After almost getting caught by Taeil, he never answered your text about if he enjoyed your video or not, simply texting you about other important things.
“Oh… um- yeah… I enjoyed it a lot actually,” scratching his head out of nervousness, Jisung was too distracted to notice how you were slipping off your shirt in the camera, your lacy black bra and your breasts now being the only visible thing on the screen. “Baby, look at me when I’m talking to you,” Jisung obeyed your orders, eyes now glued to the screen. He was practically drooling at the sight of your boobs in front of him.
“Like what you see?” You taunted, watching your boyfriend's face to see his reaction. Jisung was having the time of his life just by looking at your chest, and if you were really there with him right now he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
He imagined playing with your tits so many times the first night you two got intimate but he never got the chance. “You’re so pretty…” he trailed off, getting lost in his own thoughts. He was honestly surprised at himself how he wasn’t touching his dick to the sight.
“Are you gonna be a good boy and listen?” He did nothing but whimper in response, his voice getting caught in his throat. “I asked a question baby,” you pushed, wanting to hear him agree with you verbally.
He nodded, “Yes, I- I’ll listen,” His stutter wasn’t caused by nervousness this time but by distraction. Your bare chest on full display in the middle of his screen was turning him on more than he would ever admit.
You played with your tits, massaging them with your soft palms before focusing back on the screen, “Play with that pretty cock of yours baby and let me see,” At your command, your boyfriend lowers his screen, giving you a perfect view of his long fingers wrapped around his erection.
Your boyfriend pumped his cock painfully slow, getting himself worked up, “My baby boy likes being played with huh?” you taunt, picking up on the way his hand suddenly moves faster at your words. “Such a slut baby. You love getting teased don’t you,”
He hadn’t even realized how much all of your teasing turned him on until now. He felt a surge of heat in his stomach when you called him a slut, and he just loved it when you denied him of his orgasm over and over again until he was a crying, incoherent mess.
“Shit baby, I want to fuck your cunt so badly,” he whimpered, catching you by surprise. You hadn’t heard Jisung talk like this to you, and it was way hotter than it should’ve been. You didn’t miss the way he called you baby either.
You fingered yourself shallowly off-screen, simply leaving your breasts out in the camera to help Jisung get off. You hadn’t planned on having an orgasm anytime soon, saving the real fun for when you had your boyfriend back in your arms.
Jisung, on the other hand, had his lip caught between his teeth in pleasure, hips rolling up into his closed fist repeatedly. It was incredibly hot how he had to keep his moans muffled by stuffing his fingers into his own mouth, gagging around them every once in a while.
You quickly removed your fingers from yourself before you got too carried away, studying Jisung as his whimpers and whines got louder and louder with every stroke.
“Stop.”
Jisung doesn’t stop, bucking his hips up into his fist again, “Be a good boy for me and stop,” you repeat, more stern this time. Your boyfriend's once rapidly moving hand now comes to a complete stop. He lets out a mix between a whine and a moan, cursing under his breath at the loss of an orgasm so close.
He stares into the camera, pleading eyes, “Please let me cum, I’ve been so good for you Y/n please,” he honestly thinks he has won, waiting for you to agree with him but it never happens. “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet. You didn’t stop when I told you to baby, remember?”
Jisung throws his head back against the headboard, an impatient groan slipping past his soft pink lips. “Get on with it, I don’t have all day,” and he does. Pumping himself once again with urgency.
His mind slipped back to when you two first got together, the night you ruined him so bad he started daydreaming about eating your pussy at every given moment. He wanted you back in his mouth so badly again that he moans out, his eyes closing in bliss at the sensation of his own hand on his hard cock.
“You wanna cum don’t you?” and he nods, his whines once again getting more frequent as he jerks himself off. “Jisung. Stop,” you felt evil for doing this to him, but the way he was acting right now turned you on endlessly. You needed to see him absolutely fall apart at your mercy.
This time at your command, he stops immediately, moaning huskily at the loss of his own fingers wrapped around his dick, “Can I please, please cum? I can’t hold it in anymore- I can’t,” his eyes were starting to gather tears at the corners, so overwhelmed by the sensation of his oncoming orgasm just for it to be ripped away from him again.
“Cum for me baby, show me how much you want it,” you pur, stirring your whiny boyfriend on. For the third and final time, he grabs his dick, jerking it quick and rough. You both knew he wouldn’t last long, his moans already beginning to pick up.
One last stroke of his cock and he was done for, a guttural moan forcing its way out of his throat as he came all over his abdomen. He sat there, eyes closed in bliss. “Did it feel good baby?” you question, knowing the obvious answer. Jisung breathed out heavily, faintly nodding his head at your question.
When your boyfriend finally found the power to get up and clean himself off, you said your goodbyes, wishing him a safe and happy vacation.
Jisung sat there in a trance.
The longer the days went on, the more he realized how badly he needed to be inside of you.
Day Six
The only thing you remembered from earlier that night was that you were partying with your best friends, drinking, dancing, the usual. But the way your head was pounding right now as you awake made it seem like you would die any second.
You were sprawled on the couch, just a few meters away from the small kitchen area. You needed some water to help sooth the pounding headache that had somehow appeared.
You go to reach for your phone on the armrest of the couch, checking your notifications to see three missed calls, and forty eight messages, all from your eager boyfriend Park Jisung.
Smiling, you scrolled through the thread of messages, stopping when you see a picture, dimly lit lighting in the background.
Oh Fuck...
Jisungs messages were innocent until this picture. The sight in front of you took your breath away. Jisung was sitting on his hotel bed, naked body on display. His legs were spread open, just enough so that you could see his hard erection, piles of cum laying still on his abdomen. The best part was at the top of the frame, you could see your boyfriend sucking on his own cum coated fingers, his tongue darting out to slick it up.
Jisung was getting a little too bold over the past few days. When you got back home you would definitely have to remind him who’s in charge again.
You continued to scroll through the messages after the picture, most of them beginning to get progressively hornier the longer they went on. The messages were a range from “I miss touching you,” to “Every time I think of you I cum so fucking hard,”
It took everything in you to not touch yourself right then and there. You really thought your sweet innocent boyfriend was losing his mind at your absence, and the if he was being honest, he was.
Quickly shutting off your phone, you finally got up to get a nice cold glass of water, chugging it down as if it was the last think you would ever drink. It sure felt like it was with the major headache you had.
“One more day,” you kept telling yourself. One more day and you can hold him again, kiss him again, touch him again. Just one more day.
“Rough night, huh?” Joy asks, standing in the dimly lit doorway of her bedroom. She came to check on you after realizing you were not in your bedroom.
Joy was the only one who decided to stay sober out of all your friends, figuring that it would be better off if you and your friends had someone to watch over you in case things got too carried away. She always put others first, and that’s what you loved about her.
You nodded, “I just don’t feel so good,” you finish, tilting your head in your best friends direction. You technically weren’t lying, you got so drunk last night that you almost passed out.
Joy nods in understanding, coming over to your side and finding a place next to you on the couch and cuddling up against you. “So, what’s on your mind Y/n? Jisung?” she teases, wiggling her eyebrows tauntingly.
“Yeah actually. I just miss him a lot,” you sigh, looking Joy in the eye seriously as you spoke, “I mean... relationships aren’t easy, especially new ones. I guess I’m just a little worried about being away from him for so long. When we were just friends we could go weeks without seeing each other, but now it just feels like I can’t go a day without seeing him.”
Joy smiles and squeals like a teenaged girl, “Oh my god is Y/n in love? I can’t believe this!” she finishes, jumping up from her seat and running back and forth excitingly.
“W-what?! No!” You protest, your face suddenly feeling hot. “It’s too early for me to love him.” You finish, waiting for joy to sit back down next to you.
“You guys have literally been friends for years. Maybe you’ve always loved him but never realized it until I brought it up.”
You sigh and digest her words, looking back at the memory of when you two first met. You smiled to yourself at the remembrance of Jisung’s lanky, awkward, shy figure.
“Maybe I do love him.”
Day Seven
You wake up with a jolt, feeling the weight of Joys body squished up against your own.
“Joy…” you yawn, wiping your eyes with the back of your hands, “We have to get to the airport before twelve.” Shaking her lightly, she groans in protest, simply pushing herself harder onto you in an attempt to sleep longer.
Sighing, you push her off of you, almost causing your friend to fall off of the couch. “WAKE UP!” You yell, walking off to go get ready, almost tripping in the process.
You were absolutely elated at the realization you would get to see your boyfriend after the flight, finishing your bathroom routine in record speed. Bursting out of your own hotel room, you knock on you friends rooms, hoping that they were ready to go.
“Y/n? You’re the first one ready? You must really be excited to see Jisung.” Ningning teases, wiggling her eyebrows and elbowing you playfully in your side.
“Oh shut up. Aren’t you and Chenle-“ Ningning shushes you before looking around to see if anyone else heard your slick comment. “Alright that’s enough.” She states, quickly grabbing her luggage and making her way down to the lobby.
You make your own way into Ningning’s shared hotel room, shouting at Aisha to hurry up and get ready before frantically making your way to Doyeon’s room and doing the same.
By 11:30, the five of you were ready to go, hopping into a taxi and waiting out the twenty five minute drive to the airport. You could practically feel your heart beating against your rib cage, the excitement almost becoming unbearable.
The five of you made your way through the crowded airport, soon finding your gate and waiting for your plane to arrive.
“The flight starts boarding in an hour, and the flight back to Korea is like 13 hours so if you guys need to eat I suggest you go stock up now and buy food and water for the plane while you’re at it.” Doyeon reminds you.
“Why did we have to book the late night flight? I’d rather be awake and aware on the plane.” Joy complains, her motherly tendencies to watch over her loved ones kicking in momentarily.
Aisha stuffs her face full of fruit snacks, “Do you have the money for a mid-day flight Joy? She questions, chewing aggressively at the gummy candy.
“Anyways, I’m going to the Dunkin’ Donuts down the hall, if you guys want something you better come and get it.” Ningning stands up from her seat, following Doyeon down and around the corner to the small and crowded Dunkin’ Donuts.
“So Jisung, are you excited to see Y/n?”
Jisung smiles to himself at the mention of your name, “Of course I am Chenle. I’m barely surviving these last two hours of the flight. I wanted to text her but she’s probably asleep right now and there’s no Wi-Fi up here.”
Chenle hums in agreement, “You’re right. I should sleep too, I don’t even think I’ve slept longer than an hour this whole ride.” he states, grabbing a small blanket from his carry-on bag and draping it over himself.
Jisung whips out his phone and scrolls through your old texts. He really has been missing you for the past week and he doubted that he would be able to stay away from you once you were back in his arms safely.
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As soon as you land safely back in Korea, you search for your boyfriend throughout the airport, nearly leaving your best friends in the dust. You genuinely had no idea if he had landed or not since the Wi-Fi at the airport was terrible and took hours to send a single message through.
Giving the Wi-Fi a chance, you call your boyfriend, hoping for some sort of answer. After what seems like forever Jisung answers, not the best quality but you would take anything you could get.
“Y/n!” He smiles, “Where are you guys? Me and the boys are already outside waiting for a van.” he finishes, looking at the screen to see if you would respond. “We’re on our way right now. Stay put! I missed you so, so much,” you exclaim, practically skipping towards your destination in excitement.
“Wait up Y/n! Jisung isn’t going anywhere!” yells Doyeon, but you ignore her, frantically searching for a way out of the crowded airport.
Your eyes practically bulged out of your skull when you finally found the exit, seeing your boyfriend and your best friends through the clear glass doors. They were facing away from your direction, not yet aware that you had finally found them.
Running through the crowd, you race towards your boyfriend, nearly tackling him to the ground in a bear hug when the automatic doors open. “Y/n! You nearly cracked my skull open.” Jisung laughs, hugging you back with just as much enthusiasm as you wrap your legs around his waist, not letting go of his form.
From behind you, you hear a fake gagging sounds coming from Chenle and Xiaojun, teasing you and your boyfriend. “I missed you so much,” you swoon, caressing the sides of Jisung’s face as he held you in his arms.
“Ewwww, you guys are so in love it hurts to witness.” Haechan forces himself to look away at the act of affection, almost joining Xiaojun and Chenle with their gagging noises.
Jisung’s cheeks go red when you kiss him in front of his friends, causing them to scream in disgust. “Get a room you guys!” yells Aisha, finally arriving with the rest of your girl friends.
“We will later, right Jisung?” You wink, causing your boyfriend to blush even harder and stutter over his words. “I can’t stand watching this anymore. Please... just get me home as soon as possible,” Taeil tells the van driver with a sigh, beckoning you and your friends to finally hop in.
“Home sweet home,” you yawn, flopping onto your bed with a relaxing sigh.
After the boys and the rest of your friends had been dropped off, you and Jisung decided to come back to your apartment for some alone time. “so, how was Paris?” your question was genuine.
“Well,” Jisung pauses, flopping down next to you, “It was nice. The Eiffel tower was really bigger than I expected! Oh yeah, also we went on those little boat things and our hotel view was seriously so nice Y/n. Like, seriously... it was super nice.” he rambles, causing a smile of admiration to form on your face.
“I’m guessing the hotel view was really nice then,” you joke, giggling at your boyfriend's innocent and passionate statement.
His cheeks go red at your teasing and he covers his face behind his hands in embarrassment. “Ah, sorry. I’m just so excited to see you. I know it hasn’t been that long but it really felt like forever since I’ve seen you in person.”
Removing his hands from his face, you move your body closer to Jisung’s, practically straddling him at this point. “If only you knew how much I’ve missed you, baby,” you whisper, subtly grinding down onto his cock.
His eyes shoot open and his hands grip your hips immediately causing you to smirk. “Can we- uh... try something new?” He asks shyly, avoiding eye contact. “Of course, we can Jisung, but only if you look at me in the eye while you ask.”
Your boyfriend gulps under you, and at this point, you could feel his dick starting to grow against your thigh. “I... I wanna fuck you this time.” he stutters, shutting his eyes in embarrassment as soon as he finishes his sentence.
You laugh mockingly, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you as you spoke. “You wanna fuck me?” you copy, pretending to think about the idea with a finger on your chin. “Whatever Jisung wants, Jisung gets.” you shrug, tilting your head down to capture Jisungs lips with your own.
As the more experienced partner, you took control of the kiss, your hands tangling in Jisung’s hair messily as you licked your way into his mouth with desperation. Jisung moans as you grip his hair tightly while grinding your hips onto his erection, chasing after your lips with a pout when you pull away.
“Do you want this baby?” you ask, sternly connecting your eyes with the man under you as you waited for an answer. “Yes, Y/n. I want it so fucking bad.” you could hear the desperateness behind his words, so eager and impatient for your touch.
You begin to pull your boyfriend’s shirt above his head as he loosens the string on his sweatpants in an attempt to get them off as fast as he could, grunting in frustration when they didn’t come off as easily as he hoped. “Slow down big boy, we have all the time in the world,” you whisper, quickly pressing a kiss to his lips as you aid him with peeling his pants off.
“Babe... can you sit on my face?” you’re taken off guard at the sudden request, surprised at the boldness of his words, “I love eating your pussy baby,” he mutters, already working your shirt above your head and your pants off of your legs in a hurry.
You didn’t even need to say anything, your boyfriend already knowing the answer when you slid your panties off, hovering your dripping wet core above his face. “If you need a break just push me off of you, ok?” he nods at your words, hooking his arms around your thighs and dragging your cunt to his awaiting mouth as he quickly attacked your sensitive clit.
You moan as your boyfriend swirls his tongue around your most sensitive parts, languidly moving his tongue around your entrance in a teasing manner before smirking against you.
Grinding onto his tongue, you yank his hair harder against your cunt, a loud groan ripping from his throat at the action. “Fuckin’ love when you do that,” he mumbles, diving into your pussy with much more desperation this time.
“So good baby,” you whine, “My little slut aren’t you?” with a whimper, Jisung nods his head frantically at your words, his tongue paying special attention to your clit. Unexpectedly, your boyfriend adds a finger to you, his long digit reaching your g-spot in no time.
Jisung adds another finger into your pussy and you lose it, “I’m gonna cum,” your moans pick up in frequency and volume as you neared your high, grinding hard onto his fingers as you came with a loud whine, your back arching in pleasure.
Your boyfriend licks at your core lazily as you catch your breath on top of him. “You’re amazing baby,” you smile weakly, absolutely breathless at the power of the orgasm Jisung had just given you.
You pull away from Jisung’s wandering mouth, making your way back down his power to place yourself on his thighs. “Doesn’t this hurt baby?” Jisung looks at where your eyes are concentrated on his dick which strained against his abdomen, beads of precum dribbling onto his stomach.
“I can help you relieve the pain,” you glide your fingers along the head of his cock softly, a look of need written in Jisung’s eyes. “Please touch me,” he begs, caressing your hips and bucking his own into them with desperation. “I need you to fuck me now,”
His cheeks go red when he finishes the sentence, “You’re so cute baby.” you smile, lifting your hips above his own as you grasped his cock and lined it up with your entrance. You could hear his breath hitch in anticipation, “If you want me to stop, just tell me, ok?”
He nods at your words, his eyes glued onto the current position you had him in. “Please do something,” he gulps, pleading eyes gazing into yours. In a swift movement, you lowered yourself onto him, both groaning at the sensation. “Feels so good,” he murmurs, biting his lip and closing his eyes in ecstasy.
Jisung nearly shrieks when you lift yourself off and lower yourself down again, his body almost going limp when you repeat the action again. This was the most you had ever heard him moan, you could only imagine how good this felt to him.
Your boyfriend’s mouth opened in a silent scream as his grip on your hips tightened, sure to leave a bruise the next morning. By now you were fully riding him, your body moving up and down on his cock while grinding down onto him every once in a while.
“I can’t....” he whines, “I can’t-” Jisung sobs as you speed up, a violent shudder racking its way through his body. “Tell me to stop and I will,” you taunt, keeping a steady pace. His eyes roll to the back of his head as his hips stutter, a deep groan making its way out of his mouth.
“You’re cumming already? Such a dumb little slut baby,” your hand snakes its way to Jisung’s throat, wrapping around it and squeezing tightly. His eyes pop open in alert, his orgasm ripping through his body with violence. Deep moans sound throughout the room, Jisung’s hips bucking into you with fervor. Your walls clamp down onto his dick tightly, sucking a second orgasm out of him in no time.
With a quivering voice Jisung speaks, “I need you to cum Y/n, please... please cum. I need it.” he hisses, gripping your sides even harder as he slams you down onto his cock roughly. “Oh fuck,” you pant, feeling your orgasm approaching as he finds your g-spot, “I'm close,”
Jisung sits up, hiding his face in the crevice of your neck and sucking marks there. “Come on, cum for me,” he whines, massaging your breasts while moving his head to take one into his mouth. His tongue swirls around your sensitive bud, your hips stuttering as you felt your orgasm approaching.
You tug on his hair as you reach your high, your hearing going static at the sheer pleasure you were receiving. Jisung groans at the feeling of his hair being harshly pulled, forcing another orgasm out of him. He hides his face in your neck once again and nips your collarbones when he cums, a guttural moan ripping from his vocal cords.
The two of you sit there unmoving as you pant with heavy breaths, Jisung’s now soft dick still inside of you. “You ok?” Looking at your boyfriend with concern, he nods, a faint smile making its way onto his lips.
“Y/n, I love you.” He says confidently, a smile plastered onto his face. “You don’t have to say it back but I just wanted you to know that I love you.” You pout at his cuteness, taking his face between both of your hands and bringing it closer to your own. “I love you too Jisung, more than you’ll ever know.” you sigh, pressing your lips against his in a lazy kiss.
The next morning you and Jisung were fast asleep in your bed, his face nestled comfortably in your breasts while your hand was still in his hair from when you softly brushed your fingers through it to help him sleep last night.
The front door jingled as it opened, Taeil stepping inside with the extra key you had gave him. “Y/n? Are you awake?” he yells curiously, not getting any response. The plan was to quickly come inside and take his hoodie he had left in your room last month from movie night and quickly leave before he woke you up.
Tiptoeing up the stairs, he reaches your room, knocking on the door to make sure nothing that he didn’t want to see was going on behind it. “I’m coming in,” he states, slowly opening the door.
Taeil practically screams when he sees the two of you wrapped up with each other under the blankets, causing the two of you to jolt awake in alert. “Taeil! Oh my god!” shrieks Jisung, hiding himself deeper in the blankets.
Taeil quickly faces the other way and crab walks around your room until he finds his hoodie. “Just pretend this never happened please.” he says nervously, bolting out of the room frantically. You and Jisung look at each other and smile, bursting into laughter at what had just happened.
“Why is it always me?” sighs the eldest. “Kids these days...”
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Day 13: Jaemin + Hair pulling
Pairing: Jaemin x female reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 2,382
Warnings: Dirty talk, hair pulling, fingering, slight biting, breast play, begging
Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
The rain is coming down so hard that you can’t even see your car down on the street anymore. Jaemin leans over your shoulder, letting out a whistle at the torrent of water covering the window.
“I guess you should just wait out the storm here,” he suggests. You turn to him and raise your eyebrow, but he’s got that innocent look on his face that always makes you scoff. The glasses he’s wearing make it even worse, you decide. “What? There are worse places to sleep.”
You shrug. Part of the trick is not letting Jaemin know how much he affects you sometimes. If he doesn’t know, then he can’t ever tease you for it. And Jaemin is the type to never let something like that go, so you’d rather he never finds out about it. “You’re probably right,” you agree, flopping down on his couch. “Can we at least watch a movie to kill some time?”
“Sure.” Your friend turns on the television, heading straight to Netflix. Thunder rumbles outside, lightning flashing in the window. It lights up the dark living room, casting a white glow on Jaemin’s side profile. You study him as he flips through the available movies, hoping he won’t notice your roaming eyes.
You’d been thinking differently about Jaemin lately. It had all started when your roommate pointed out the way your behavior was different around each other. At first, you hadn’t agreed with her, but the more time you spent around Jaemin since that discussion, the more things you started to notice. Like how he only ever offers his jacket to you after a night out, never to Yeji or Doyeon. Or the way he only lets you taste his food before he’s one cooking. There’s a million other little things that you had never noticed until recently.
“Hello, Y/N? Do you wanna watch this one?” Jaemin’s voice fills your ears, and you suddenly look up to see his face inches from yours, a teasing smile on his lips.
You glance past him at the screen, seeing the trailer for Love and Leashes. Your face flushes red immediately as you reach out to smack his arm. “Jaemin, what the hell?!” you exclaim, trying to hide your embarrassment.
“What?” he laughs to himself. “I know you think Jun is hot, so I thought you’d wanna watch it!” Jaemin presses play and throws himself onto the couch next to you, placing his head in your lap before you can protest any further.
“Play with my hair,” he demands, grabbing your hand and placing it on top of his head. You stare down at him incredulously. “What? It feels nice.”
You shake your head. If there’s one thing Jaemin is good at, it’s totally confusing you. “Fine,” you lament, sliding your fingers into his hair. Your friend sighs contentedly, his eyes falling shut. You decide not to comment on the fact that he’s not even watching the movie, another flash of lightning filling the room for a few seconds.
The two of you sit in silence, you watching the movie and playing with Jaemin’s hair while he falls asleep. You’ve already seen it, that’s why you didn’t exactly want to watch with your friend that you lowkey have a crush on. But since he’s not even awake, you get into the plot pretty easily. And Jaemin was right; you think Jun is hot.
The scene where Jiwoo gives Jihoo the glasses comes up, and you can’t help but glance down at Jaemin’s skewed pair hanging off his nose. Carefully, you slide them off his face with your unoccupied hand and fold them up, placing them on the coffee table. You’re about to turn back to the movie when a hand grips your wrist and you shriek in surprise, yanking on Jaemin’s hair with a much stronger grip than you intend to.
You expect Jaemin to yell at you, but he moans instead. Both of you freeze, the lightning making the room turn white as you stare at each other in shock. You don’t know what to say without embarrassing your friend or yourself, so you keep silent, waiting for him to speak first.
“Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag,” he chuckles, sitting upright and turning around. You don’t know what that means, so you keep staring at your friend.
Jaemin smirks and leans forward into your space, hands resting on either side of your hips as you lean back against the arm of the couch. His face is so close now and you’re holding your breath for some reason.
“What?” you say dumbly, trying to break whatever tension is between you two right now. The movie is still playing in the background, but you don’t know what’s going on anymore. You hope Jaemin will put you out of your misery soon before you embarrass yourself further.
“I like having my hair pulled,” he says nonchalantly, like this is a totally normal topic between friends. Maybe it is, but not when one is desperately hiding their attraction to the other.
You gulp. “And? Do you want me to do something about it or are you only telling me because of what just happened?”
Jaemin scoots even closer, so close that your noses are almost touching. “I think you know the answer to that already,” he whispers, just before he grabs your shoulders and covers your mouth with his.
As you practically melt in his hands, you realize you must totally suck at hiding your feelings. Jaemin has always been observant though, so you probably had no chance to begin with. He was always going to figure you out at some point.
You don’t know where this is going, but you let him climb over your lap and lay on top of you. He drags your hands back to his hair and you get the hint, yanking on the strands harshly. Jaemin moans loudly into your mouth and grinds his hips against you, his hard cock brushing against your hip.
“Can I take these off?” he asks, pulling at your sweatpants. You sort of regret wearing your comfortable underwear today, but you nod anyway. Your friend grabs the waistband and tugs them off in one go, leaving you in just your boring white panties. Jaemin doesn’t seem to mind though, not with the way he licks his lips and smirks at you.
“I’ve been thinking about what I’d want to do to you if I ever got the chance to have you like this,” he says, snapping your underwear against your hip. You don’t know how to respond to that, so you just bite your lip. Jaemin had thought about you that way too? It was surprising, to say the least. He has his fair share of girls after him; he could literally pick anyone he wants.
“Y/N? What are you thinking about?” He strokes your bare legs, making you shiver.
“Just…I’m surprised,” you admit. “Why me?”
Your friend laughs, only slightly mocking. “Are you kidding? Is it not obvious I’ve been flirting with you this whole time?”
You think back to all the things your roommate pointed out about your friendship with Jaemin and you realize, yes, you have been pretty oblivious. “I thought you were just teasing me,” you admit.
Jaemin laughs and leans forward to kiss you, longer and deeper than the first time. He cups your jaw in his hand, carefully holding your hip with the other one. When he pulls back, his expression is softer than before. “I’ve always liked you,” he tells you, sincerity in his voice.
You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, not caring that you��re just in your underwear. “I like you too, Jaem,” you whisper into his ear with a grin.
The playful smirk is back on his face instantly when Jaemin looks at you again, his hand sliding into the front of your panties easily. He cups your pussy with his hand, fingers slowly teasing your entrance. “Yeah? Do you wanna play with me right now?”
You bite your lip and nod, moaning softly when he finally inserts two fingers. “Right there,” you gasp when he curls his fingers just right against your spot. You don’t know how he found it so quickly, but Jaemin doesn’t let up once he does, mouthing at your neck while you squirm against him.
“Look at you taking me so well,” he murmurs into your ear. You grip the fabric of his sweatshirt and buck your hips up, earning yourself a bite on the neck from your friend. “Be patient, baby.”
You try your best to stay still, but you need something to distract you from the building pleasure. You run your hands through Jaemin’s hair and pull hard, loving the low groan he lets out in response. His movements stop just long enough for you to catch your breath, and then you start kissing his neck.
“I love it when you pull my hair,” he confesses, turning your head towards his for a sloppy kiss. Jaemin pulls his fingers out of you and tugs your panties off entirely, then shimmies out of his sweatpants. Your mouth waters at the fact he isn’t wearing any underwear beneath them, his hard cock already leaking precum when it slaps against his stomach.
Your friend catches you staring as he settles back between your legs, smirking as he grabs your hips. “Like what you see?” he teases, pushing your sweatshirt up.
You nod, letting him pull it over your head. You didn’t wear a bra today, so your breasts are on display and Jaemin can’t take his eyes off of them. “I guess you do too,” you laugh, tugging on his hair to get his attention.
He moans softly, his hands sliding up to massage your breasts. “I’ve imagined this so many times and it still doesn’t compare to the real thing,” he admits. Jaemin lowers his face until he can take one of your breasts into his mouth, tongue swirling around the nipple agonizingly slow. You yank at his hair involuntarily, the vibrations of his groan making you buck your hips against him. His cockhead brushes against your entrance and you throw your head back, desperate for more.
“Please Jaem,” you beg, pulling him off of your breast so you can look him in the eyes. His hair is even messier now, the playful look gone and replaced with pure desire. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, rubbing your folds along his cock enticingly. “Fuck me already.”
“Raw?” he asks incredulously.
You nod. “I’m on the pill and I trust you,” you tell him.
Jaemin drops his head down against your neck and groans. “You’ll be the death of me,” he says, and then he’s pushing his cock into you.
You swear you’ve never felt this full; it’s not even that Jaemin’s cock is really big or long, but your walls hug him like he was made just for your pussy. You dig your nails into his shoulders and arch your back, trying to take him in faster than he’s going.
“Didn’t I just tell you to be patient?” he warns, hips stilling completely. You whine, wrapping your legs around his hips to try and make him move.
“Please, I just wanna feel you,” you whimper, your eyes filling up with tears of frustration. You’ve waited so long for this moment and now Jaemin is taunting you, not letting you have what you both want. It’s driving you crazy.
Jaemin’s gaze softens, and for a second, you think you’ve got him. But then he smirks, grabbing your thighs and squeezing them roughly. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want my cock, baby,” he says meanly.
You let out a huff, crossing your arms over your chest. Fine; you can play dirty too. You smile sweetly and gesture for him to lean closer. Jaemin thinks you’re finally obeying, so he leans in. When he’s close enough, you grab two handfuls of his hair and crash your lips onto his, sloppily kissing him.
The moan he lets out is sinful, and you lift your hips up until he bottoms out within you. You feel even fuller than before, if that’s even possible. Jaemin wrestles his head away from your grip and glares down at you, but his swollen lips tell another story.
“Looks like I win,” you tease, circling your hips slowly. Your walls flutter around his cock, but you bite back the moan that threatens to fall from your lips.
Jaemin chuckles, sitting back on his heels and tugging your hips up more. “Fine. You don’t want to listen? We can do this the hard way, sweetheart.” You raise your eyebrows, but your eyes fall shut a moment later when he starts fucking into you at a rapid pace. Your hips are so far off the couch that you have no leverage to slow him down; you can only hold onto his arms and beg.
“Jaemin, Jaem, Jae- please!” you cry out, your head twisting and turning against the couch cushion. He refuses to slow down, hips smacking against your ass repeatedly. That tight feeling in your core builds quickly, too quickly for you to do anything other than gasp and cum all over his cock without warning.
Jaemin fucks you through it, letting your body collapse against the couch when it’s over. He pulls out of you slowly while you whimper from the oversensitivity. You’re still trying to catch your breath when he appears above you, smirking as he brushes the sweaty hair away from your forehead.
“Holy shit,” you manage to breathe out, earning a chuckle from your friend as he kisses you gently. “That was something.”
“Gee, thanks!” he says with a roll of his eyes. You tug him back down for another kiss, caressing his tongue with yours. When you part, you smile at him softly.
“I’m glad we did that,” you admit. “But geez, did you have to go so hard?”
“You weren’t listening to me!” Jaemin exclaims, slapping your bare thigh. The smack echoes in the dark room, making both of you giggle.
“I promise I’ll do better next time,” you say with a grin.
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DON'T BLINK! in the SOURCE CODE are 115 gifs of kpop idol DOYEON KIM (1999, korean)! the gifs are from 2022 - 23 & 269x151 and already sharpened :)
please respect my rules: do not racebend, do not use to rp real people, do not use to rp smut, do not claim as your own, do not use to rp “taboo” plots, ask before using outside of tumblr. if you can't follow these rules then don't bother using. other than that feel free to edit.
#kim doyeon#doyeon kim#korean fc#fc resources#fc help#female fc#faceclaim icons#faceclaim help#faceclaim#gif packs#rp resources#roleplay icons#roleplay resources#rp gif pack#indie rp#rp help#rp gif#i lost like 50+ gifs bc my ps won't open :(
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Rules, kinks and favorite idols/groups
I've had this blog for a while but finally I'm not busy enough to keep it active. So there are the rules:
Idols must be 18 or older (obviously).
Sex must always be consensual.
Besides rape, I also avoid stuff like scat, vomit and necrophilia.
I don't write G!P smuts. I allow for the use of strap-ons but not actual penises for idols that have vaginas.
I keep note on every request and will select a few if the story fits. All smuts will feature at least one female idol and a male reader.
My favorite fantasies are: anal (my #1), breeding, creampie, dirty talk dom/sub, facefucking, morning sex, poolside sex, public sex, rough sex, spanking and titfucking. As you can see, I'm on the rougher side of the spectrum and my smuts veer into the porny side but can do romantic stuff if asked to.
Now on to the idols.
I have idols spawning from 2nd to 4th generation as my biases, my all time top 10 is, ordered by their groups: AOA Seolhyun, Blackpink Jennie, Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon, Girl's Day Yura, f(x) Krystal, Ive Wonyoung, Iz*one/Soloist Eunbi, SNSD Yuri, Twice Jihyo and Twice Momo (and RV Seulgi but I don't write smuts about her for finding her too cute to lewd).
Here are the idols from each group, order alphabetically, I can write smuts of. Inside their groups, the idols are ordered by my personal preference.
4Minute: Hyuna
Aespa: Karina - Ningning - Winter - Giselle
After School: Nana - Kahi
Alice: Sohee
AOA: Seolhyun - Choa - Hyejeong - Jimin
Apink: Bomi - Hayoung - Eunji - Naeun - Chorong
Berry Good: Johyun
Blackpink: Jennie - Jisoo - Lisa - Rosé
Cherry Bullet: Jiwon
Cignature: Jeewon
CLC: Seungyeon - Yeeun
Dal Shabet: Subin
Dreamcatcher: Yoohyeon - Gahyeon - Handong - SuA - JiU
Exid: Hani - Junghwa
f(x) : Krystal - Victoria
Fromis 9: Saerom - Chaeyoung
Gidle: Soyeon - Shuhua - Minnie - Yuqi - Miyeon
Girl's Day: Yura - Hyeri
Gfriend: Eunha - SinB - Sowon - Yuju - Yerin - Umji
I.O.I: Somi - Doyeon - Sejeong - Jieqiong - Chungha - Mina
Itzy: Yeji - Chaeryeong - Yuna - Ryujin
Ive: Wonyoung - Gaeul - Yujin - Rei - Liz
Iz*one: Eunbi - Wonyoung - Chaewon - Minju - Hyewon - Yujin - Sakura - Yena - Chaeyeon
Kep1er: Xiaoting - Yujin - Hikaru - Chaehyun - Dayeon
Le Sserafim: Kazuha - Chaewon - Yunjin - Sakura
Loona: Heejin - Yeojin - Hyeju - Yves - Haseul - Jinsoul - Kim Lip
Lovelyz: Mijoo
Mamamoo: Solar - Hwasa
Miss A: Suzy - Fei
Momoland: Ahin - Nancy
Newjeans: Danielle - Minji - Hanni
Nine Muses: Kyungri
Nmixx: Sullyoon - Haewon
Oh My Girl: Arin - Yooa - Jiho - Yubin - Mimi - Hyojung - Seunghee
Rainbow: Jaekyung - Hyunyoung
Red Velvet: Joy - Yeri - Irene
Secret: Hyosung
SNSD: Yuri - Yoona - Taeyeon - Seohyun - Sunny - Jessica - Tiffany - Hyoyeon - Sooyoung
Sistar: Soyou - Hyolyn - Bora - Dasom
Stayc: Isa - J - Seeun - Yoon
T-Ara: Hyomin - Jiyeon
Twice: Momo - Jihyo - Sana - Mina - Tzuyu - Dahyun - Nayeon - Jeongyeon - Chaeyoung
Weeekly: Monday - Zoa - Jihan
WJSN: Bona - Cheng Xiao
Wonder Girls: Sunmi
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Definitely been a while since we've seen something from Doyeon 😮
Calvin Klein once again proves they're one of the industry-leading companies to uh... provide us content
Jesus, i have no other words other than Doyeon needs more smuts
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Heya
Any hints on whats your next release?
Haisa!
Thanks for asking.
First off, I’m afraid that I change drafts as fast as my pants.
I do have one completed work in the post queue (short, 0.8k, Song Hayoung), and another on the editing pile where it will rot until there is nothing left but the bones (medium, 2.5k, Kwon Eunbi). Both are vanilla (paizuri is vanilla, right?) and straightforward into the ‘plot’ (what plot?). I need double the brainpower to edit than for writing itself, so let’s see how it’ll go.
For my upcoming drafts, I am very hesitant to label any as ‘near-completion’. I have abandoned WIPs for the most whimsical reasons (with more interesting ideas leading the way). In numbers, I have ~22k words released, but more than 30k words either in-progress or abandoned.
Onwards towards teasing time!
First, off: Kinktober
I’ve finished 2/31, with a third and possibly fourth nearing completion.
Considering this, I have to declare Kinktober as Failed! already. This way, I don’t have to feel bad when completing works after October. 🤣
I still intend to complete all 31 prompts – I just never said October which year.
I can Spoil the Active Drafts
Active means one stone’s throw away from dead. Amirite?
Chaewon Asphyxiation (fancy word for choking)
6.0+k @ 70%
I have so many notes for a second draft already
Kazuha non-smut omorashi
I had always wanted to write about two snipers jacking each other off
Well, now I’m writing about a sniper pissing their pants
Kazuha… wtf-smut? … IN SPACE! …
This is going to be a weird one…
4.0k @ 30% but it won’t make sense until it’s over 9000%
Stuck on a lack of world building.
Since when have I fallen for Kazuha-chan 😳.
In Planning
There is a chance these could overtake the active drafts. Actively collecting ideas, dreaming up plot, writing down notes, etc..
Yunjin MMF in a ryoukan (dub-con)
Lazy Evaluation 2, the ‘peer review’ with JiU and Yoohyeon, hehehe
Doyeon, the Dark Side of the Moon K-Pop
Voyeur + time travel weirdness, I haven’t settled on an idol yet
I don’t think I’ll post non-con on Tumblr, where the normies are – we saw what happened the last time….
On Hold
Ready for the taking~.
Bukkake with an LSF member and two from other groups
LSF Emeto (I’m a mess mess mess mess mess mess)
LSF M!→Forniphilia (barely sex)
Olfactophilia, F/F (another weird one, no ‘sex’)
Teratophilia, Tentacles, Oviposition (separate drafts, all ‘solo’)
Winter 2x small tits slander (yes, they’re that small)
Eunha getting stuffed with burgers
No kink will be safe from me 🤣.
Dead Drafts
Liz uwu on Jeju Island – though, I have cannibalized this a lot already…
Yujin slow-burn in Thailand – too slow for my jumpy mind, I will revisit once I calm down.
Yena in Vietnam.
What do these have in common? Right. Such nice vacation spots! Would be a shame if someone did something lewd there…
Dead Ends
I’m reading Machiavelli for possible inspirations
I’ve recently read a book where the female main character gets it on with a door, so obviously I want the girls to do the same…
The End
Fml, I’ll never get anything done 🤧.
4-7x of my next drafts are LSF. My ’21 self, as one of the biggest and most devoted GFriend stans there could ever be, is in shambles.
For all the abhorrent crimes I have committed against my own humanity, I shall schedule some seppuku. But not before I finish all my drafts.
I may or may not have overextended myself…
Chaewon Bites, out!
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Can you do ioi jung chaeyeon or kim doyeon smut. Or an ioi series cant find any smut on them
Have you... uh... seen who I write for? If I wanted to do them, I'd probably already have.
Sorry :(
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Series Masterlist
The is the part of my Masterlist with every series and it's chapters/parts/adventures. It starts off with my biggest series', further down you find my CYOAs and Quickie series'. I hope you enjoy!
All fics that are not part of a series are either in my One-Shot Masterlist or in my IZ*ONE Masterlist!
ONE-SHOT MASTERLIST HERE
IZ*ONE MASTERLIST HERE
Stats: 13 Series with 73 fics, 6 Active Series'
Original Series: Spaceship: Horizon
Season 1
Prologue - Welcome aboard, human (setup, no smut)
Part 1 - Unexpected (ft. Hitomi of IZ*ONE)
Part 2 - Cumming Home (ft. Mina of TWICE)
Part 3 - Lawless (ft. SinB and Eunha of GFRIEND)
Interlude - Lucid Dream I (ft. Giselle of aespa)
Part 4 - Healing ft. (JiU of Dreamcatcher)
Part 5 - Lazy but Laid (ft. Luda of WJSN)
Season Finale - The Star in Space (ft. Sakura of IZ*ONE)
Season 2
Prologue - Ominous Oracle (no smut)
Part 6 - The Smart Duck (ft. Yena of IZ*ONE)
Part 7 - Not-So-Cute (ft. Jiheon of fromis_9)
Part 8 - Plank (ft. Heejin of LOONA)
Interlude - Lucid Dream II (ft. futa!Karina of aespa)
Part 9 - Critical Clamps (ft. Yeri of Red Velvet)
Part 10 - A Train to Drain (ft. 7 Idols of 7 groups)
Season Finale - How did we get here? (ft. Sakura and Yena)
indefinite hiatus
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Eleven to One-Universe (with @sooyadelicacies)
Yujin - Impossible Taming (Smut Timeline 1)
Yujin - Mandatory Lesson (Smut Timeline 2)
Yujin - Torrential Takeover (ft. Hyewon) (Smut Timeline 3)
Yujin - Easily Tempted (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 4)
Yujin - Into the Next (ft. Eunbi) (Smut Timeline 5)
Yujin - Costly Consequences (Smut Timeline 6)
Minju - Punitive Punishment (ft. Yujin) (Smut Timeline 7)
Hyewon - Boundless Breeding (Smut Timeline 8)
Yujin - Award Show Vibrations (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 9)
Minju - Fine Feet (Smut Timeline 10)
Eunbi - Fulfilling Filling (ft. Hyewon) (Smut Timeline 11)
Yujin - Needy Bold Confession (Smut Timeline 12)
Chaewon - Hate You Lots (ft. Yujin, Minju) (Smut Timeline 13)
Chaewon - What's to Hate? (ft. Minju, Yujin) (Smut Timeline 14)
Yujin - Scandalous Shooting (Smut Timeline 15)
Yena - Pet Play (Smut Timeline 16)
Chaewon - Smart Submission (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 17)
Yujin - Hotel Roommating (ft. Yena, Minju, Chaewon) (Smut Timeline 18)
to be continued
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Original Series: T[w]o find each other (Idol x Idol)
Part 1 - [The one] who won[?] (ft.Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun, futa!Dayeon)
Part 2 - [These] two [won] too (ft. IVE and Kep1er, futa!)
Part 3 - T[w]o find love, [never three] (ft. Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun)
finished
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Original Series: Classmating
Minju - Classmating (Part 1)
Minju - Cumforting (Part 2)
--Minju - Cumpany (Part 3) (in planning)
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Original Series: L4
Part 1 - Loathing Love: Lucky Loser (ft. Hyewon & Eunbi)
Part 2 - Loathing Love: Liable Lady (ft. Eunbi & Hyewon)
Part 3 - Loathing Love: Lusty Loop (ft. Hyewon & Yuri)
Part 4 - Loathing Love: Lavish Lies (ft. Eunbi, Hyewon & Yuri)
finished
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Original Series: Blonde (Female Reader)
Gaeul - Chapter I
Gaeul - Chapter II
Gaeul - Chapter III
indefinite hiatus
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Original Series: On her (with @sooyadelicacies)
Part 1 - On her knees (ft. Xiaoting of Kep1er, Monday of Weeekly)
Part 2 - On her bottom Part 1 (ft. Miyeon of (G)I-DLE)
Part 3 - On her bottom Part 2 (ft. Kazuha of LE SSERAFIM)
Part 4 - On her stage (ft. Jennie of BLACKPINK) (Quickie)
Part 5 - On her paws (ft. Hyunjin of LOONA) (Quickie)
Part 6 - On her back (ft. Irene of Red Velvet)
Part 7 - On her jeans (Part 1 of 3) (ft. Minji of NewJeans)
Part 8 - On her jeans (Part 2 of 3) (ft. Minji & Hanni of NewJeans)
Part 9 - On her jeans (Part 3 of 3) (ft. ???)
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Original Series: My Kinky Wife & Her Crazy Bandmates
Part 1 - ----FRAGILE (ft. Chaewon)
Part 2 - FEAR---- (ft. Yunjin)
indefinite hiatus
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Original Series: HCHQ (futa!idols)
Part 1 - Double Team (ft. Yunjin, Kazuha)
Part 2 - tripleD (ft. Yunjin, Kazuha, Gaeul)
--Part 3 - ??? (in planning)
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Original Series: Possession of the Queen (Female Reader)
Doyeon - Chapter I
Doyeon - Chapter II
--Doyeon - Chapter III (in planning, finale)
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Quickie Series: A member for the members (Idol x Idol) (with focus on futa!Sohyun)
Prelude - An unexpected D-Day (ft. Mashiro of Kep1er)
Part 1 - Expect the Unexpected (ft. Nien of tripleS)
--Part 2 - Expectations were Met (ft. Yooyeon of tripleS)
--Part 3 - Unexpected, but welcome (ft. xxx of tripleS)
--Finale - An expected D-Day (ft. xxx of tripleS)
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Quickie Series: Phone
Part 1 - Snake Invasion (ft. Sana of TWICE)
Part 2 - Bunny Upside Down (ft. Nayeon of TWICE)
Part 3 - Angel of Infinity +0 (ft. Minju of IZ*ONE)
Part 4 - Angel of Infinity +1 (ft. Minju and Tzuyu)
Part 5 - Angel of Infinity +2 (ft. Minju, Yiren and Tzuyu)
Part 6 - Energy Restored (ft. Jeongyeon of TWICE)
Part 7 - No Manners (ft. Lia of ITZY)
Part 8 - Return of the Angel +1 (ft. Minju and Shuhua)
Part 9 - Return of the Angel +2 (ft. Minju, Bomi and Shuhua)
Part 10 - Return of the Angel +3 (ft. Minju, Shuhua, Eunha and SinB)
indefinite hiatus
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Quickie: 1st Chose-Your-Own-Adventure (CYOA)
Start - Double Stacked (ft. Rei of IVE & Chaehyun of Kep1er)
Option 1 - Double Stacked - One More (ft. Chaehyun)
Option 2 - Double Stacked - I’m spent (ft. futa!Rei)
finished
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#Masterlist#smut#kpop smut#girl group smut#female idol smut#male reader insert#male reader smut#female reader insert#female reader smut#izone smut#ive smut#eleven to one universe#spaceship horizon#twice smut#kpop fanfic#idol x idol smut#idol x reader smut
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Honestly, tumblr could use a lot more yuna and doyeon smuts do you agree?
They could definitely use some more smuts
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I.O.I Masterlist
(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff (s) - smut
Lim Nayoung:
Nothing yet...
Kim Chanmi:
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Kim Sejeong:
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Jung Chaeyeon:
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Zhou Jieqiong:
Nothing yet...
Kim Sohye:
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Yu Yeonjung:
Nothing yet...
Choi Yoojung:
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Kang Mina:
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Kim Doyeon:
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Jeon Somi:
- The way I loved you (College AU) (af)
OT11:
Nothing yet...
#i.o.i x reader#lim nayoung x reader#kim chanmi x reader#kim sejeong x reader#jung chaeyeon x reader#zhou jieqiong x reader#kim sohye x reader#yu yeonjung x reader#choi yoojung x reader#kang mina x reader#kim doyeon x reader#jeon somi x reader
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PLEASE do more doyeon smut i am begging
i’d have to figure out if i still am going to be writing at all first hahah ! but it’s noted
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