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xhdream · 2 months

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remember your first

pairing: hyeongjun x virgin fem!reader

genre: smut wc: 8.2k

summary: music is what started your friendship with your college classmate han hyeongjun, but your virginity is what made it really blossom

warnings: corruption kink, manipulation (light but still be aware), degradation, virgin kink, dacryphilia

contains: hard dom!junhan, protected sex, explicit language, phone sex, dirty talk, pet names, spit kink, face slapping, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, oral (m/f), subtle pet play? masturbation, alcohol consumption, smoking cigarettes, seungmin cameo

a/n: please, keep in mind english is not my first language, i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes

“This doesn’t make a good first time story.”

Your brows furrow together, as you try to really make sense of Hyeongjun’s words who takes a sip of his ice tea before slouching into his chair.

The cafeteria is packed and you occasionally look around in case your friend doesn’t see on which table you are sitting when she walks in, but also just in case someone you know passes by, and you have to drastically change the conversation.

You don’t want anyone you’re familiar with to hear you’re discussing your virginity.

“Why not? It’s special.”

“Dinner in a fancy restaurant, flowers…” Hyeongjun lifts another finger in the air, repeating what you said earlier about your long awaited first time. The special sensual sex you’ve been dreaming about since you turned eighteen. “Then he takes you to his dorm room where he has candles and shit, yeah none of that is going to happen, Y/N.”

He grins even more widely when he sees your badly covered disappointment. The corners of his eyes wrinkle appealingly, as he looks at you.

“No one does that anymore.”

“I will meet someone who will think exactly the opposite,” you move forward in your seat with a determined look on your face. “Sweet romantic guys like that still exist believe it or not. You’re just not hanging out with crowds where you would meet them.”

You take the little plushie hanging from Hyeongjun’s keychain that’s left on the table to keep your hands busy. Most of the time you don’t mind that you’re approaching the middle of your second college year still a virgin, but this week it seems like you do.

Hyeongjun huffs at your comment, staring at your pouty lips. He’s used to your silly ways of seeing relationships like a rom com movie.

Despite your obvious differences you and Hyeongjun became friendly the first week of your first year in this exact same cafeteria when he noticed you were listening to one of his favorite bands. After he approached you, asking for your name, you were surprised to find out he’s in a band himself. You easily kicked it off after that, and the rest was history. You still haven’t actually hung out outside of your shared lectures in college, but you didn’t really mind it. Most of the time at least…

You’ve thought a few times about asking him for a drink, a friendly drink, but there was always something stopping you to send the message. There’s also the problem with his band members and friend group overall. As the type of people that your mother would mark as a bad example, you didn’t have anything in common with them.

“Even if you do meet the one…” Hyeongjun speaks out the one with a mocking tone, that makes your eyes roll. “You’re still gonna have a boring first fuck.”

He shifts, resting his elbows on the surface of the table, watching you laugh silently. The metal zippers of his black leather jacket hit the table, creating harsh noise against the wooden surface only you can hear.

“You’re not just some ordinary girl like the rest, Y/N,” he speaks out again. “I know this is not what you really want.”

You lower your attention to his lips, because the way his gaze is piercing through your eyes makes you nervous in a way you’ve never felt around him.

“What else could I want…” You ask more yourself than him.

“So much more… Don’t you want the experience to be fun?” He tilts his head curiously, and you catch the silver earring on his right ear dangle around. “Thrilling? Something worth to think back to.”

“For example?”

“Nah…” He moves back with a sigh. “I don’t want to put ideas in your head. Think about it on your own.”

You shake your head at the thought of spending even more time than you already do sobbing over this.

“No, thanks, I’m over it,” you mumble just when you see your friend approaching your table. You wave back at her while finishing your thought. “I’m not just gonna sit and think about this like it’s some kind of homework.”

“Then touch yourself and your mind will do it on its own.”

When your friend greets both of you, throwing her bag on the chair next to yours, she has to greet you again, because you didn’t hear her the first time.

Hyeongjun tosses his backpack over his shoulder, picks up his keys and cellphone from the table.

As you watch him get ready to leave you realise in some new and unusual kind of way your time spent together doesn’t feel enough. Since you don’t share classes for the rest of the week you’re going to see each other next Tuesday, and that has never looked so farther away to you.

“See you next week, Y/N.”

Hyeongjun’s words were following you everywhere. You couldn’t help, but think multiple times a day about what he said being the truth. You can have more fun experiences, you’ve always known that in a random little corner of your mind, but first you have to leave your comfort zone.

While the conversation from the cafeteria is replaying in your head your hand, unintentionally or not, slips under your sweats rubbing gently against your panties. Your lips part to let out a sigh after your fingers stop on your clit, putting light pressure.

It takes a few minutes for you to realise that the image of Hyeongjun is still vivid in your mind. After you slide a finger through your slickness, gasping at the amount of wetness you produced, you comprehend the fact you’re masturbating while thinking about him. You try to block the thought away, but the warm feeling coming from your core is too good to do anything else besides keeping your hand moving.

Turning over on your stomach you repress your moans and hitched breaths into the pillow. You’re so overwhelmed with the sudden rush, that you cannot control your hand on just one single motion. Wanting so desperately to get to the end of this sensation you end up simultaneously rubbing, humping your palm, fingering your pool of arousal while fantasising that your fingers are someone else’s.

Your body begins to shake as you rub as fast as you can till you can’t handle it anymore. You’ve began to do this more frequently than you used to, more than you’d like to admit, but you can’t resist it. However, the obvious thing you can’t ignore is that you’ve never been this wet before as you are this morning. You’ve never felt so high while doing this to yourself, and you’ve never done it with Hyeongjun stuck in your mind.

You lift up startled from the pillows when your phone starts ringing under the sheets. When you find the device your heartbeat suddenly quickens even more at the look of the name displayed on the screen.

Even though you exchanged numbers last year you’ve barely spoken on the phone. You always text each other unless it’s about something important having to do with an assignment that’s easier explained by speaking.

You didn’t have other reasons to call each other.

As your thumb hovers over the green button the wetness under your panties becomes more and more obvious, but you try your best to ignore it despite the cotton fabric practically sticking to it like a second layer of skin.

“Hey,” you greet him after clearing your throat, trying to sound as nonchalantly as possible.

“I was just about to hang up,” says the familiar voice on the other line. “Hey. Did I wake you up?”

“No, no. I’m just… chilling before it’s time to head to class.” Your thighs press against each other harder with each word you say. “What are you up to?”

“I’m with the guys, we’re practicing.”

You did hear a few male voices coming from the distance. You try focusing on them and Hyeongjun, not on your heartbeat that still hasn’t recovered from your intense orgasm.

“Didn’t you mention once that you have classes till four?”

“I did.” A short sound from one of the strings of his guitar sneaks through the speaker, and disappears just as quickly. “I skipped.”

“What are you practicing for?” Your teeth grab your lower lip.

“Actually that’s why I’m calling. We have a small gig on Saturday and I would like it if you come to watch me. If you’re interested.”

“Oh, I’d like that,” you reply, leaning back against the wall.

“Sweet,” Hyeongjun mumbles, and you can hear his perky smile. “I’ll text you the details then.”

You thank him for the invite, and just when you’re about to hang up, he speaks again.

“Y/N, did you…” The sudden note of suspicion in his voice rings in your ear. “Wait.”

You hear shuffling noises followed by a door closing.

“Were you touching yourself?”

“Hyeongjun…” Your throat dries in seconds from panic. “What, why are you asking me that?”

“You sound like you cummed really hard. And it took you some time to pick up the phone.”

The way he said that so comfortably and bluntly brought a fog to your brain that made it even more of a challenge to make up a smart lie on the spot, so you decide to be honest. It’s not like you’re going to talk about sexual things with him for the first time.

“Okay, yeah I did. Wasn’t that what you recommended me to do?” You ask jokingly, but his voice remains calm.

“Good girl.”

The praise causes a halt in your heart.

“What did you think about?” He’s eager to know.

“Uhm, nothing really.”

“Tsk, that can’t be true.”

There’s no way you can be that honest with him right now.

“Mostly about myself… what I was doing. I don’t really know what I want yet if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Have you done oral with someone?”

“I’ve told you I haven’t done anything except kissing and two handjobs, Hyeongjun… Nothing has changed.” You sigh from frustration, sensing the feeling of shame coming back to warm your cheeks. You begin to get suspicious of the sudden silence that lasts a few seconds before you hear of him again.

“I’m just thinking how nice it would be to lick you up right now.” The sentence rolls off his tongue before he makes a temporary pause in which you pin point some muffled noise. “You must be really fucking wet…”

His voice begins to sound more low pitched with a washed out tone, that spreads the warmth from your face everywhere else on your body.

“Virgin girls start dripping from the smallest things. Are you sensitive, Y/N?”

“Yeah…” You focus on the other line in attempt to figure out if he’s doing something other than just talking. “I’m very sensitive.”

You’re now one hundred percent sure he’s jerking himself off as you speak. The moment you hear his first groan your hand slips back into your panties, much faster since you got rid of your sweatpants earlier. You still have arousal lingering between your folds that you bring up to spread over your sensitive clit.

“Did you made yourself cum?” He asks.

“I did, pretty quickly.”

“Tell me how.”

You shut your eyes in contemplation, your hand moves slowly in circles.

“I fucked myself with my fingers…” It seems like the fact you can’t see each other boosts your confidence, and the words start coming out on their own. “First with my legs spread wide, then with my ass up in the air.”

“Fuck—“ Hyeongjun’s heavy breathing follows with a light chuckle, that sounds too erotic in this situation. He’s pleasantly surprised from how forward you are with your answers. “You’ll be so fuckin’ tight… tightest pussy ever.”

His coarse words end in a moan that forces you to speed up your own pleasure too.

“I thought of you the whole time…” You whisper, holding your phone tightly. “That you were here watching me.”

You hear him only cuss quietly as a response. He obviously tries hard to contain his moans in order to not be heard from any of his band members.

“Ah, you won’t be able to stop clenching… But you’ll take it well cause you’ll be dripping for that fuckin’ cock… You want to get your pussy ruined after all… Right, dirty girl?”

Your imagination runs wild trying to picture him with his fist around his cock. His slim fingers painted in black nail polish dancing up and down, squeezing till he spills all over himself.

“I-I do…” Your body slips downwards, as you begin to pump your fingers, once again aiming for another climax. “Yeah, I do.”

“Holy s-shit…” He spits out until the sound of his furious fist slamming against his body is the only thing you can hear before a powerful moan gets stuck in his throat, because he doesn’t have the chance to let it out.

On Friday afternoon during your last lecture of the week you receive a message from Hyeongjun. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of it having something to do with what happened the other day on the phone, but it doesn’t.

the bar will be crowded and really hot

don’t get overdressed

leave your panties at home if you want

“You came.”

You turn to see Hyeongjun with a bottle of beer in hand. He’s still breathing heavily from his performance, and somehow he looks just as captivating as he did on the stage, or even more. You notice that his forehead that’s exposed from his bangs is glistening with sweat, as he settles down on the lounge to take the empty seat next to you.

“Of course, how could I miss it?” You cross your legs, fixing your skirt as you turn to face him better. “You did great. All of you did amazing.”

Hyeongjun’s eyes crawl up your bare legs, from your exposed ankles to the middle of your thighs where your small skirt ends. You listened to him; you did come with as less clothing on your body as possible. Your top that shows some skin around your bellybutton every time you move with those thin almost nonexistent straps doesn’t leave much to the imagination either.

“Last time we were here we sucked.” He leans back, relaxing his body. “Maybe you’ll turn out to be my lucky charm.” The corners of his lips lift up for a moment before he drinks.

The memories from your phone call burst into your mind, and you begin to wonder if he’s going to bring it up tonight. You want him to, but at the same time you know you’re not ready to talk about it just yet, at least not here.

A few people pass by to chat with Hyeongjun. Some you’ve seen around in college, others you meet for the first time. They let him know they loved his band and ask him all kinds of questions about it before leaving.

His band members, all three of them, come along too, crashing on the other side of the lounge. They exchange a few words before Hyeongjun quickly brings his attention back to you.

“You look pretty tonight.”

Your eyebrows raise subtly, as you’re taken aback from the sudden compliment.

“Thanks,” you smile, taking a sip from your glass of white wine that’s getting warmer. You started drinking from it more quickly since Hyeongjun sat down next to you.

A young woman walks up on the stage and starts singing impressively when he leans towards your ear.

“Can you see well?”

Despite your assurance that the view from your seat is great, he still pulls you with his hands, placing you onto his lap.

“Isn’t this better?” His thumb brushes the zip of your skirt, as his hands leave your waist.

You look down to see the way his palms glide on the naked skin of your thighs; the way they slide on the inner surface so his black nails can scratch it gently. His emphasised veins immediately hold your attention. The hint of roughness his fingertips have get your lower tummy excited.

However, as much as his touch electrifies you at this moment, the one thing that makes you swallow your tongue is the feel of your ass resting against his crotch. You freeze, avoiding any kind of possible movement.

“Hey,” he slurs into the crook of your neck, pushing your hair to one side. “Loosen up, it’s just me.”

“I know.”

Hyeongjun takes a shameless whiff of your perfume; he takes the sweetness of it all in, letting it arouse his senses.

Noticing his bottle is empty, he reaches towards the table to pick up another. This forces his chest to press against your back, letting his body heat to sink into your spine through the thin fabric of his graphic tee that allows you to feel every part and muscle of his chest.

He swiftly opens the beer with the lighter he uses for his cigarettes while he keeps his arms around your waist. He guides the neck of the glass bottle to your glossy lips and the strong smell hits you.

“Wanna sip?”

“Sure,” you mumble. You’ve never tried beer before and you quickly find out it’s not your thing.

Hyeongjun looks closely at the view of your plump lips wrapped around the bottle, before chuckling at the drastic change in your expression after the taste invades your mouth.

“I don’t like it.” You wipe off the few droplets of alcohol from the corner of your mouth.

He drinks after you right away just to gather all the spit and lipstick you left on the glass.

A moment later, as the vibrant song continues, you notice the bottle going down in your lap. If you did have an idea of what Hyeongjun might be up to, you would’ve reacted differently, but you didn’t, so you jerk up as if something just bit you, grabbing on his wrist.

“Hyeongjun!”

You look around every corner of the place. Thankfully everyone’s attention is focused somewhere else, and the crowd is swaying around.

“So you did follow all my orders.”

Orders. Not advice, or suggestions.

Orders. The word comes with a certain weight that presses the back of your tongue leaving you speechless.

The cold bottle is now settled between your spread thighs, and presses harder against your naked cunt. Your tummy begins to clench from all the different sensations coming together.

“Mmhp…” You use the sound of desperation as some sort of an answer. The wetness that’s dripping from the glass begins to glide down your pussy creating a nice ticklish feel to it.

“Move.” Hyeongjun brushes his lips against your ear while caging you in place with his left arm. “Come on, horny girl, it will feel so good. It already does, see?” The hard cold surface moves under your skirt to rub your clit satisfyingly.

You roll your hips once, grinding against the thick length of the beer bottle. Then twice. Eventually you begin to ride it delicately - the beer bottle and Hyeongjun’s semi hard on.

The coldness spreads all over your intimate flesh, kissing your clit, and you feel the urge to moan. The sound keeps building up in your throat, as you continue with the motions, encouraged by the warm knot in your core, and Hyeongjun’s voice over your shoulder that turns you just as woozy.

“That’s it, sweetheart… Told you it will feel nice.” He places his first kiss on your neck, wet and slow, allowing you to really feel his tongue. “Keep going.”

You do your best at moving not too fast, not too obviously, but it’s getting harder. You wish you could do it quick and just let the rush take over.

“Hyeongjun, no more..”

“We’re not leaving till you cum on that bottle.”

He doesn’t seem to hesitate to command you at all. His hot breath fans your skin just below your earlobe, but the excitement from it cannot compare to the one you feel every time he tells you what to do. It can barely compare to the thrill of doing this in public around so many people. The exciting energy doubles every time you hear the roughness in his demanding voice; every time you feel his lips on the back of your neck, curling up lazily in a provocative smile.

“Don’t pretend to be that innocent…” He nibbles the space between your shoulder and neck, causing you goosebumps. “Not in front of me.”

Your one hand holds on the table in front of you, for support, as the other stays on top of Hyeongjun’s which is gripping your thigh.

“What if someone sees?”

“I’m pretty sure you’d enjoy that.”

The live music and loud cheers swallow your blissful sounds during the last moments of your breaking point. You ride out the ecstatic rush slow and steady which seems to make it even more intense to the point your lower body quivers vividly. The squirms give Hyeongjun’s erection such irresistible friction that he helps himself out by biting your skin to bare it more easily.

Hyeongjun lifts the beer in front of your face after he moves you to sit sideways on his right thigh, so he can have a better vew at your flushed face. His left hand traps your plush thighs together with fingers half hidden under the lower part of your skirt.

“This is a great brand,” he points out, glancing at his hand than back at you.

You can read the challenge in his dark gaze and you know what you need to do.

You stick out your tongue and lick up where all your essence lies. Without opening your eyes yet, you let it glide all the way to the bottle’s edge which you twirl the tip of your tongue around.

Hyeongjun smiles at the little ways you uncover your dirty nature to him; he couldn’t wait to see all of it.

“You have a pretty tongue,” his thumb and index finger catch your chin. “Show me again.” He says with a voice so low it sounds like he’s entranced by you.

Two of his fingers crawl inside your mouth, feeling the warm moisture of your pink tongue. They go deeper. Deep as they can, till the knuckles of the rest of his fingers dig into your chin, and it makes you gag. He glides them back against the soft texture, and sees you close your glistening lips tightly, not letting them go just yet. The sight of you sucking on them while maintaining eye contact doubles the pressure in his lower region.

“I always had a feeling you’ll turn out to be a secret slut.” His fingers pull out slowly, bringing your bottom lip downward, exposing a row of teeth.

“Who did you see?” He asks after he catches you staring in a different direction.

“It’s the guy I—“

“Seungmin?” He cuts you off with an intrigued tone that you can’t decide if it sounds more fake than real. “Didn’t you have a crush on him at one point?”

“Yeah, I did. I’m far from his type though.”

“What does that mean? That he doesn’t have an eye for sweet pretty girls like you? That’s bullshit.” Hyeongjun shifts his focus on Seungmin that’s leaning over one of the tables few feet away from you. “Why don’t you go talk to him?”

“Right now?”

“Now.” He replies. “Maybe he can be your first,” he turns to look at you again, but this time with a more serious expression.

“Are you saying I should flirt with Seungmin?”

“Not necessarily,” he makes a pause before adding: “It’s enough for you to just smile and look pretty in your little skirt. Go.” His hand smacks your thigh.

It’s like he can see right through your face that you prefer to be with him than anyone else right now, that’s why he’s smiling. But you can’t say no. Not to Hyeongjun.

You don’t want to.

“Hey,” you greet Seungmin when you go up to him.

He’s standing still behind a messy table with a drink in hand. From the look of it, it seems that he came here with someone that’s currently absent. Probably at the dance floor or at the bar for drinks.

“Hey, Y/N.” He shouts over the music. “I never expected to see you here.”

“I got invited.”

Seungmin moves closer to you, eyeing your face under the dim lights. He looks pleasantly surprised to see you.

“By who? I should thank him.”

His cheeky smirk turns into more of a curious expression with the corners of his lips curled up when he eventually notices Hyeongjun observing your interaction.

“Ah, I see. You two seem close.”

“Yeah, we’re good friends.” You make a step to get closer. “I came to cheer for his band.”

“Friends…” The word slips with suspicion from the boy’s tongue as he repeats it. “So he wouldn’t mind if I do this?” His finger reaches for your lips where a strand of your hair is sticking to your lipgloss. He removes it carefully, tucking it with the rest of your hair behind your ear.

You shake head at his question, glancing up to meet his eyes. They’re a bit hazed from the creeping effects of the alcohol, but mostly focused on you; smiling as in an invitation for something.

“Would you mind if I take you away from him for a few minutes?” He raises a brow, anticipating your answer.

“No.”

You follow Seungmin through a small corridor leading to the bathrooms. He shuts the door behind you and locks lips with yours right away, pressing you against the wall. You let him lower his mouth down your neck appreciating the way he handles you gently despite his obvious eagerness.

“You can touch me already if you want,” he suggests against your lips.

You move your hand from his chest to the waistband of his pants. When you feel his semi hard on in your palm the doubts of your actions come to you, and you pull back.

“I’m sorry…” You look down at your feet, too nervous to face him. “I’m not sure this is right.”

Seungmin peels of his palms from the wall you’re leaning on, and simply nods.

“It’s alright.” He shoots you a sincere half smile, not minding the situation. “Enjoy the rest of the night.”

“You too,” you smile back watching him exit the bathroom.

You walk towards the sink to check up on your reflection in the mirror above. The effects Hyeongjun has on you are written all over your face.

A moment later after you return to your table Hyeongjun asks you to join him outside for a smoke.

The chilly wind brushes over your skin, as you walk out the door, but after spending time in the humid atmosphere of the crowded bar it feels refreshing despite the shivers.

Hyeonjun steps behind you with a cigarette between his lips to put his black denim jacket over your shoulders. He brought it expecting the breeze to be chilly since fall is approaching.

He can sense damn well what happened between you and Seungmin, and his crooked smile proves it. He doesn’t bother asking questions he knows the answers to, so he skips this conversation.

“Wanna get out of here? There’s a cheap hotel nearby where we can spend the rest of the night.”

An immediate spark pops in your eyes when you hear the invitation. You don’t succeed at hiding it in time, and Hyeongjun catches the glimmer, holding onto it as he cuts the distance between you.

“Why didn’t you ask me this earlier?”

“Why does it matter?” He asks back, letting the smoke slip through his lips.

“Because I was going to say yes.”

Hyeongjun’s brows jump intrigued.

Were you really so unaware? Can’t you see the true motives behind his actions?

“So now the answer is no?”

You take a moment to respond, cause you didn’t really get the chance to think about what’s your final decision.

After tossing his cigarette in the bin, Hyeongjun walks over to you again.

“Listen, baby,” he speaks softly and the name he suddenly calls you sends waves of electricity through your veins. “I know exactly what you want, I just need to hear you say it.” He slides up the loose strap of your top that was hanging from your shoulder. “It seemed like you needed a little help to figure out your real needs, and I was more than nice to give it to you. Didn’t you learn some new things about yourself the last few days? I certainly did.”

His hands trap you against the wall as he leans in. Once again you’re at loss for words, but not so much because of nervousness, but because of how badly you crave to be kissed by him.

“You’re a dirty girl who needs to be told what to do. You get off to being watched. You wet yourself when there’s a chance you might be caught and humiliated… or scolded.” He grips your jaw and you have nowhere to look except his dark seductive eyes. “Will the sweet guys you think you want like that?”

His smile at your wordless reply lasts a second longer, as he checks out your lips that don’t sparkle anymore.

“Tsk, Seungmin wiped off your lipstick.”

You dismiss the comment. His previous words take over your entire mind, and they shock you only because Hyeongjun found out about them before you did.

“Should I put on some more for you?” Your voice comes out with a hint of provocation just as he brushes his thumb over the corner of your mouth.

Why hasn’t he kissed you yet?

Your place your hand cautiously over his that’s resting on the side of your face. You’re begging to hear yes; begging to hear the invitation again so you can agree, and let him take you wherever he wants, and do whatever he feels is right for you.

“How did it feel kissing him? You must’ve dreamed about it a lot.”

“It was good…” You mutter, capturing every little bit of emotion his face could make as you continue your thoughts. “It was pretty much how I imagined it would go.”

“Great.” He whispers with dry calmness before pressing his lips together.

“But it’s not enough. That’s not what I want anymore.” You admit. “I want more. You.”

His hands roam all over you, gripping your flesh shamelessly as if you’re going to slip away any second now, but you’re not going anywhere. This is where you belong. In a small plain room of a hotel you’ve never heard the name of; with him.

You turn around, allowing him to smack your ass, as you crawl to the centre of the bed. When you peek behind your shoulder you see he’s already shirtless keeping his eyes on the way your pleated skirt exposes your bare ass.

Your plush thighs stay slightly spread apart, anticipating what’s coming.

“Did he touch here?” He runs one fingertip between your soft folds which makes you fumble over one simple word.

“No.”

“Were you going to let him if he wanted to?”

Your ass is up in the air tempting Hyeongjun to go further by bumping your entrance with the same finger. There’s already a new moisture collecting inside you, enough to spread it up to your clit and make your entire pussy slippery.

“No, I wasn’t going to…” You mumble, but hiss right after, cause your cheek jiggles from a new smack. The stinging warmth spreads on your skin pleasantly.

“Took you some time to answer,” Hyeongjun notes, digging his rings into your plush flesh by squeezing both butt cheeks. “You’re so fuckin’ desperate to pop your cherry, aren’t you? Gonna let anyone touch you, pathetic.” He moves one hand in front of you, while the other sneaks into your hair. His fingers tug on your roots not too harsh, but not too gently either, just enough to signal that you have to rise up on the instant. “Must really suck having to rub your clit every day all by yourself, poor girl.”

You mewl from the circling motions that rapidly stimulate your sensitive clit, as he keeps your back against his chest. His fingers apply more pressure than what you’re used to and the result quickly makes your mind fuzzy.

“If we’re going to do this you’ll need to learn how to use your words, kitten.” He quits the rubs and releases your hair. “Lay down.” His voice comes behind your shoulder in addition to the harsh sound of a new slap landing on your cheek.

You watch him kneel between your legs, spreading them apart with a burning flame in his eyes. However, first he wants to pull down the straps of your top before he goes down on you. He drags it down your chest, leaving it just above your bellybutton.

Hyeongjun has thought of your boobs so many times that now when they’re finally right in front of him he cannot contain the curses. His shameless stare doesn’t miss the way your nipple perks up after he flicks it with his finger. Everything about you is so delicate and succumbed to his control. Since you’re not used to being touched every single rub, pinch and squeeze from his hand has you gasp, and your dazed eyes amazed.

You need so little to get on cloud nine, but little is far from enough for Hyeongjun.

That’s why when he lays down to dive into your slickness he forces his tongue roughly shooting strong rush of arousal into your core. The hungry way he laps on your juices is almost maniacally like he’s been waiting for this forever. He holds your shaking thighs that threaten to close around him, as he rolls his tongue over your clit before guiding it to your entrance.

“Gotta be soaked if you want to take me, doll.” He groans into your folds before pulling back to spit on your cunt.

He shoves two fingers inside you, making you yelp. His heavy from lust gaze moves on your flushed face all scrunched from the intense sensations that you struggle to comprehend. The captivating sight of your reactions encourages his hand to move mercilessly in and out of you; the way you clench tight just how he imagined you would provokes his pace even more.

“Feels better when someone else does it for you, doesn’t it horny girl?”

“So much b-better, Hyeongjun… please, m-more…”

He bends down and you take a close look of his mouth and sharp chin glistening with your essence.

“Your mess is all over my face, clean me up.”

Your tongue starts roaming around his mouth, cleaning carefully the corners, until stopping on his lips where you take your time gathering your juices. While you do this task his fingers have put their scissoring motion on pause, and the burning temptation to cum lingers inside you strongly as ever. Only his middle finger is teasing with miniature bumps back and forth, that you can hear the sound of in the silent room.

You suck hungrily on his bottom lip when you’re done, and that turns into the last straw for Hyeongjun. He smashes his mouth onto yours for the very first time, resuming to building back the pressure in your tummy at the same time.

The on going whimpers you make from your climax erupting so quick get lost and swallowed from the lushful contact of your lips, moving more greedily with each passing second.

You wrap hands around his neck to pull him closer, but to also have something to grab onto for support, as your body begins to convulse under his figure. The moment the wave hits you, your mouth opens in a silent scream and you tilt your head back, pressing onto the pillow.

“Cum again for me, kitten, that’s it.” His voice goes lower and lower, as he watches you continue to squirm in the little skirt, mewling weakly from not able to control yourself at all. “So good at this…” He arches his fingers against your sweet spot a few more seconds, then takes them out to slap your vulnerable clit a few times as a praising gesture.

“I’m impressed, you’re doing so well for a virgin.” Hyeongjun pulls back, and gets up to get rid of his jeans.

Your attention span is so weak at this moment, but it’s not possible to miss the appealing features of his silhouette when he goes to look for his jacket to grab a condom, as you later find out. The waistband of his black boxers contrast against the tanned skin of his slim waist while the prominent contour of his erection has you anticipating to see what it looks like.

You heard him orgasm, but you haven’t seen him do it.

“Take these off, doll.”

You strip, but your eyes still stay focused on his body language. The nerves of seeing his cock being released from the stained fabric of his underwear, make the knot of energy in your tummy swirl with a new speed. Finally being able to free it must have made him feel good based off the long sigh that escapes through his lips when he takes it into his hand.

He tells you to turn around on your knees, and soon enough you feel his tip gliding between you folds through the protection. Although you’re squelching from how wet you are, the first inch Hyeongjun forces into your tight entrance makes you cry out.

“O-oh my god—“ You grip on the sheets when a sharp pain shoots through your lower region. Your feet move uncontrollably as the stinging continues to burn inside you, spreading everywhere. “Fuck, it hurts…”

“Just think about how good I’m gonna fuck you when you’re streched out for me.” Hyeongjun grips your hips, threatening to leave a few bruises, as his face twitches with pleasure. His erection is so overwhelmed from your tightness that it keeps throbbing, making him want to cum on the spot. “Isn’t this what you want, pretty girl? Getting fucked like a whore?”

“Yesyesyes—“ Your response melts into a wail when you feel the agony from the rest of his size going all the way through you. Tears start to form in the corner of your eyes and you try your best to hold them in.

It doesn’t get easier when he begins to thrust into you, but the only thing you can do is take it, and hope it does soon. The sound of his body clashing into your behind sounds so arousing; his loud moans excite you even more; you don’t want any of it to stop, so you pull one of the pillows and bite, suppressing your hiccups miserably.

Until he covers your mouth and you’re left sobbing in his palm.

“Shhh, it will go away. Stop fuckin’ crying,” he rumbles, just because he loves the sound of the command, not because he really wants you to.

After he changes the position by laying you on your back you really realise how much you turn him on when you cry. For this year and a half since you’ve known each other, he’s never looked at you like this once - as if he’s trying to memorise every detail that makes up your face. You’ve catched yourselves staring before; you’re always the one to look away pretending your attention was meant to be directed somewhere else, while he on the other hand never has a problem in holding his gaze on you.

But it was never like this.

Hyeongjun follows the erotic stains of your tears like hypnotised until you hang arms around his shoulders, pulling him back into reality.

“Don’t stop…” You sneak your fingers into his dark hair, but as much as he likes the feeling of it he quickly grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“Don’t stop what?”

“Fucking me… Please, I want this.”

Your voice breaks in the middle of a desperate moan after Hyeongjun fills you up again in one rough push. His strong cravings dictate his speedy pace in addition to his desire to see you completely fucked out under him that results in degrading words to keep flying out of his mouth.

“You liked that, huh..” He growls, as your whines that now sound like they come more from pleasure than from pain, begin to rise with each slam his cockhead gives your g-spot. “Does my slut starts to feel good, tell me.” He shifts in order his hand to find your clit and rub it with quick motions, that has you rolling your eyes back.

“Soo g-good… l-love it so much..” You blink up through your coiled lashes, mumbling incoherently through whimpers, “f-fuck—“ You gasp, taken aback by his hand suddenly moving from your cunt to your throat. You feel his fingers hugging your neck, putting the ideal amount of pressure on both sides to get you dizzy, as his hips do not plan on slowing down.

“Gonna fuck you so good you won’t settle for anything less than my cock, you hear me.. Nothing will ever feel like this again, kitten.”

You try to hold onto every word he says, as they send waves of arousal in your tummy, but it all becomes too much and they start slipping from your mind the second Hyeongjun mutters them in his panting.

“Look at me,” he grunts. “Don’t be pathetic, look at me as I fuck you.” He scoffs at the way your smeared with makeup eyelids barely stay open. “Rub your clit, come on. Don’t just lay there.”

“Mhhm…” A noise of desperation slips from your trembling lips immediately when your fingers get in contact with your overstimulated nerves. You don’t even need to press against it, a light brush is enough to bring your climax, when the rest of you is scorching from his pounds. “Hyeong— ‘m gonna cum—“

“Tsk,” Hyeongjun clicks with his tongue before turning your head with a slap. Your hand automatically pulls away from your clit. “That’s not the way, pretty one. What do whores say when they want to cum?”

“Please… let me cum, p-please.”

“Better,” he lifts his upper body up, locking eyes with your pleading gaze. The multiple orgasms are starting to take their toll on you, and you look so captivating with your miserable tears, and little head in the clouds. His curiosity has him already wonder how much more you can handle, but at the same time he wants to save some things for the future. “You’re trying your best, so I’ll let it slide.”

You feel the burning rush rising to flood your body, and your eyes squeeze from embarrassment, however, a moment later they open from a warning smack on your thigh.

“Look at me as you cum, doll. Is this all it takes to fuck you dumb?” He takes a peek at your boobs, bouncing with every shove of his length, then brings them back to your one hand toying with your sore clit. “Already sleeping on me, holy shit—“

Hyeongjun’s face contorts the moment you suck his cock in, tightening around his thickness. He remains silent, wanting to focus on your moans that elevate and become heavier as your mind goes blank. The condom gets fully soaked from you, as you cum even harder.

With all the strength he has, Hyeongjun slams the tip of his cock into your deepest spot, sloppier, but just as intense, waiting for your high to cool off before he pulls out.

As his own panting normalises, he gets up, slipping off the messy wrapper from his shaft.

“Come,” he calls out, standing on his feet in front of the bed. His fist is caressing his now bare cock through slow tugs. “Yeah, crawl to me, kitten.” He eyes the trouble you have using your wobbly legs with a satisfying smirk on his face.

“Stay.”

You freeze on all fours with palms close to the edge of the mattress.

It’s right in your face. There’s no condom to hide it, and you see the angry redness of his leaking tip. You can’t help, but gulp your drooling over and over again, as he lowers it down to your mouth.

“I’ve only done it with my hand,” you confess when he gets closer with the swollen head between his fingers.

“Just stay still and don’t forget to breathe.” He simply states, but then decides there’s one small thing he can help you out with. “Open your mouth for me.”

You blink up showing him a glimpse of your pink tongue. It takes you some to figure out what he’s planning on doing. Just after you notice the thick string of spit escaping his lips you realise you have to catch it. You stand in the same position dismissing the ache in your sore muscles, as you wait for his saliva to fall in your mouth.

Seeing it finally glide to the back of your tongue, Hyeongjun invites his cock in your small mouth with an unexpected persistence that makes you wince on your knees. He finds it cute that after all this time he has you under his control you still expect him to go easy on you.

“Wanna see you take all of it, fuck,” he whispers, and his hand resting on the back of your head feels your attempts to pull back already. “If you want to get fucked like a slut, you should start sucking dick like one. Come on, make your mouth just as filthy as your pussy,” he gives you an encouraging slap, feeling his erection through your cheek. “Prove to me you make a good whore.”

He pushes your head towards his lower abdomen, letting you slobber his length as much as possible. The loud groan you hear above you after his tip stays in the deepest part of your throat sends shivers down your spine. You wish you could make him feel this good without any of his guidance.

As he said, you make sure to keep breathing through your nose simultaneously fighting back the urge to gag from the unsettling taste the rubber of the condom has left on him. You force your tongue to move as much as possible, roaming wherever it can reach, as you bob your head slowly after his hand stops keeping you pressed into his tummy.

“That’s it, make it wet, doll.”

Your eyes look up innocently tempted by the subtle praise. You even let out a satisfied moan that shoots pleasant vibrations through his core, causing Hyeongjun to hum with his fingers tangling in your hair. But you couldn’t resist the emotions; seeing his dark messy hair falling into his face that’s contorted by the pleasure he’s receiving from you, brings you just as strong delight.

A moment later the bitterness on your tongue becomes too much, and you have to spit him out despite not wanting to. Your head falls defeated when you begin to gag embarrassed by your behaviour.

“Shit, it just started to feel good, what do you think you’re doing, huh?”

“I’m sorry, it’s the condom, the—“

“I don’t fuckin’ care,” Hyeongjun cuts you off, tilting your wet chin up. “I want to cum, are you denying me that?”

You shake your head watching him with apologetic hazy eyes.

“I’ll do better,” you quietly say under your breath. Your heart skips a beat when he squats, leaning in so close your noses almost brush against one another. You close your eyes anticipating the thrilling touch of his lips, but you know you have to work for that, and you quickly look back at him. “Spit on me… again.”

Hyeongjun’s eyes widen with surprise, and he stands up straight.

“Please,” you add the magic word, and you see his dark gaze sparkling from how exciting it sounds in your voice. “I deserve it.”

He doesn’t hesitate to grip your jaw, holding your head steady, and spit at the centre of your face. He does it one more time, then another, till your scrunched features have enough of it.

You open your eyes to his cock tapping your cheek before spreading the saliva everywhere on your face, and forcing it through your lips.

This time you succeed in bearing both the taste and the pain of his size bullying your throat a bit easier. You begin to get used to it, but the fact Hyeongjun’s quick hips do all the work helps you out too - this way you don’t even have the time or the ability to think about anything at all.

He glides in and out of your mouth mercilessly, not paying attention if you struggle or not. The knot in his core is so close to snapping as your eyes fill with tears again, the thought of slowing down or opening his eyes doesn’t even cross his mind.

“Fuck, fuck—“ he groans in a much weaker voice than before. The new vulnerable note to his tone makes it obvious he’s close. “God… yeah, swallow it, kitten.”

You do your best to stay still as he releases his orgasm while throbbing between your hollowed cheeks.

The intense fluttering that follows in your chest from his hand roughly closing your mouth to keep it all in makes you smile shyly, before you take his warm seed down your throat.

“Your first time eating my cum.”

It was your first time of many things.

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≡ 13:25 | han hyeongjun (jun han) x reader

── secret relationship au, fluff, 1.3k words

✎ warnings: clothes sharing, secretly dating your crush, “who do you have a crush on” talks, featuring gaon with no thought filter, reader is wearing perfume, just a little finger picking

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You stand from your chair, stretching your stiff and aching back. Quickly packing up your materials, you softy laugh at your friend loudly whining. “That was probably the most boring class in all of history.”

“I agree.” Your other friend follows closely behind. “How can he enjoy chemistry that much to be able to talk about it for an hour straight? Chemistry isn’t that fun.”

She suddenly stopped in front of you, causing you to bump into her. “Not too much. Gaon likes chemistry!” Her voice was sickeningly sweet, and you could’ve sworn there were hearts floating above her head. This made your other friend laugh and gently shove her ahead of you.

Shortly, her laughter died down. “You and your crush on that kid…. You’re the one who brought it up first!”

“As if your crush on Jungsu is any better!” You shook your head, silently laughing as the two began to bicker about whose crush on a set of friends is worse. Honestly, they were a bit loud with their bickering considering that it’s supposed to be a ‘secret.’ You just hoped they wouldn’t ask you.

All hopes are thrown out of the window when both turned their attention toward you. At the same time, they both pointed accusatory fingers at you, speaking in unison. “Who do you have a crush on?“

You avoided their eyes, very obviously attempting to avoid the question. This only makes them press further, taking that as a sign that you, in fact, do have a crush on someone. Which is true—of course, it is. But if you told them, you’d never hear the end of it. God, why is the walk to the cafeteria so far?

“Junhan…” you whispered softly. So softly that they asked you to repeat yourself because they didn’t hear you. Pulling the sleeves of the hoodie you were wearing over your hands, you took a deep breath. You spoke again, this time a little louder. “Junhan…. Han Hyeongjun. That’s who I like.”

You didn’t have to look at them to know they shared a look with each other. They both reached a comforting hand out to pat your back. It was obvious why; everyone knows him as the guy who doesn’t talk to anyone. Even his closest friends had to lovingly force their way in his life. But you simply brushed their hands off and covered your warm face.

“I can put in a good word for you, you know. I can talk to Gaon if you’d like.” Speak of the devil. She noticed Gaon sitting at a table upon entering the cafeteria and immediately ran over to him, leaving you and your other friend to follow behind. They filled in a few empty seats, which left you to sit in the last one. Beside Junhan.

It seemed deliberate with the way your friends both wiggled their eyebrows at you. You sighed and slowly sat next to him, attempting to keep your space and not raise any suspicions. He didn’t have to look up to know it was you sitting down. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the very outfit he’d seen you in that morning, and the familiar smell of your perfume confirmed it was you. Part of him visibly relaxes as you settle into the seat beside him, while you get visibly more nervous. Although they weren’t paying too much attention to you, you couldn’t help but feel on edge.

How long until they find out? They wouldn’t stop teasing you if they did. Thoughts kept swimming in your mind, so much so that you hadn’t noticed you’d zoned out staring at your lunch or that you started fidgeting.

Junhan, on the other hand, noticed you picking your fingers. He, too, was staring at the table and he could see right past it where you nervously fidgeted. He reached out for your hand, intertwining your fingers together under the table. The action is so simple, yet it makes your breath catch in your throat. He softly smiles to himself when you squeeze his hand.

You didn’t know it, but your friend whispered in Gaon’s ear something about your crush on Junhan, which makes him look in your direction. At first, the sight of both of you being too shy to exist in each other’s presence was both funny and endearing, but then he noticed the hoodie you were wearing.

“Oh?” He made a shocked noise. “Isn’t that your hoodie, Hyeongjun?”

Everyone at the table turned to you. Their eyes on you, flickering between you and Junhan, made you want the earth to swallow you whole. You could feel your face heating up as they took in every detail of you and Junhan—you apparently wearing his hoodie, how close you were sitting considering everything, and now how he had a soft smile playing on his lips while you were becoming visibly more flustered under their gaze.

Gaon made yet another noise, but not successfully taking the attention back. “No wonder I never saw you wearing it anymore even though it’s your favorite. You gave it to your girlfriend.”

You made a choked sound. Everyone gasped. Although you knew your friends were now whining about you not telling them that Junhan was your boyfriend, you couldn’t hear them as you started to actually choke on your own saliva. It was only now that you realized that in a rush this morning—to be able to meet Junhan for a moment before classes started—you’d forgotten your water bottle at home.

Scrambling to grab your wallet and make a fun for the vending machine, you forgot about Junhan’s grip on your hand. Three loud gasps sounded one after another, your friend raising a hand to point at your joined hands. When you realized, you let out a strangled gasp and quickly dropped his hand as if he burned you. By now, your coughing had subsided, but your throat still burned, making it hard to breathe.

Or maybe it was the nerves creeping up your throat now that they’ve found out.

Either way, the hand that you previously threw away found purchase on your back. Hyeongjun was alternating gently patting your back and rubbing it to make sure you were okay. All while you guys’ friends stared in shock, jaws dropped open.

Finally, Hyeongjun spoke. It was just the simple statement of, “Are you guys trying to catch flies?”

Once it finally settled in, they all closed their mouths, and you thought you’d managed to bypass the teasing you’d get. That is, until he grabbed your hand again. You were now covering your warm face with the sleeves of his hoodie. Hyeongjun reached up, swiftly moved the fabric away and placed his clammy hand in yours. He was just as nervous as you were.

Still, he gathered enough confidence to confirm your relationship status by pulling you again to sit next to him, making sure to pull you extra close. He wasn’t one to be very showy with affection, and you’ve hardly kissed at all, so you knew he wouldn’t kiss you right here, but somehow this felt more intimate. Wearing his hoodie, holding his hand, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder and hip-to-hip—it was a lot for you guys, in the best way possible.

Hyeongjun looked at Gaon. “You’re right.” He let out a shy laugh. “I did give my favorite hoodie to…my favorite person. My girlfriend.”

You could faintly head your friends squealing and stomping their feet excitedly over the loud beating of your heart. Hyeongjun directed his eyes toward you, and the two of you shared a soft smile. Completely overwhelmed with emotions, you tore your eyes away from him and simply rested your forehead on his shoulder. It was out now, you didn’t have to hide the fact that you were dating Han Hyeongjun. It was a huge relief off of your shoulders, and you couldn’t help but smile even bigger.

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