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yeosgoa · 19 days

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10:11 • ғᴇ̀ᴄᴏɴᴅᴇʀ (NSFW)

♡ assistant!Hongjoong x witch!afab!reader

♡ academia, witch, smut

♡ WC • 3845

♡ Warnings!! (tags) • Sex potion, witchcraft, swearing, kissing, praise, spit/drool, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, edging, overstimulation, handjob, titjob, blowjob, manhandling, fingering, creampie, breeding, lactation, multiple positions, anal, knotting, semi-public sex, mutation, vampirism, reader wears long nails, reader has fangs, reader is implied to be shorter than Hongjoong. (pls lmk if I missed anything.)

♡ A/N: this isn't proofread, will do sometime in the future. féconder means fertilizer/pollinate in French if I'm not mistaken. Any French speakers feel free to correct me.

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The rain pattered on the window rather heavily. You and your assistant, Hongjoong were in your school’s greenhouse, while you finished up on your latest potions and he read to you.

“It is the eve of St. George’s Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway? Do you know where you are going, and what you are going to?” Hongjoong recited, pacing slowly back and forth behind you. The novel ‘Dracula’ is in his right hand while his left hand rests behind his back. His glasses perched right on his sharp pointed nose as he tilted his head to the side continuing. “She was in such evident distress that I tried to comfort her, but without effect. Finally, she went down on her knees and implored me not to go; at least to wait a day or two before starting. It was all very ridiculous but I did not feel comfortable. However, there was business to be done, and I could allow nothing to interfere with it. I th-”

“Yes come here, business,” You interrupted right then, beckoning him over. Hongjoong placed a ribbon in between the pages before closing the ages-old novel. He walked over to you until you were side by side, and he looked down at you.

“Yes, darling?” He raised a brow a bit, watching as you poured a yellowish iridescent liquid into a rather small goblet. “What's this?”

You handed him the goblet, looking up into his eyes, “it’s supposed to suppress arousal.” You inform, turning back to the pot where you grabbed a bottle to store the rest in.

“It’s supposed to make me not horny?” He clarifies, looking intently at the potion. You nod in response, “Exactly.”

“How long is it supposed to take effect?” Hongjoong takes a smell of it, it smells of Gingko Biloba, Red Ginseng, and Yohimbe. There’s also a dollop of a poppy scent in there too. “I’m not sure, we'll just have to see.” You reply, watching the rain pour outside.

Hongjoong takes a swig, swallowing the potion that felt rather thick in his throat. The taste itself was bitter but sweet. He could get past it.

“It tastes like…like-” “Anti-horniness?” You turn your head a bit to notice a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Very much.” He answers, smacking his teeth. “What purpose was this for by the way?”

You paused, thinking about it. Truth be told you actually weren’t sure why, but you could list reasons as to why. “Hmm…” You trailed off. “Maybe for uh… people who struggle to keep it in their pants? I don’t know. People who struggle with sex addiction?” Hongjoong nodded slowly, “I guess that could make sense.”

There was a comfortable silence passing for a few minutes before Hongjoong felt his slacks tightening. Was this supposed to happen? He believed not, the potion is an arousal suppressant. He opted to keep it to himself, figuring it would go away quickly and that this was just a part of the process.

However, more minutes passed, and Hongjoong’s breath grew heavy as his slacks suddenly felt twice as small. He let go of his novel and looked down at the floor. “...Y/n?”

“Yeah?” You kept your eyes on your own spell book, skimming through pages without actually reading them. Your back was faced towards him, bent over the counter. His eyes fell on your ass which your long, tight godet skirt shaped perfectly. His breath hitched, his skin growing hot.

“I… I don’t think this is a suppressant, Y/n.” He states. His cock is visibly hard, fighting against his slacks.

“What do you mean, Joong? I-” You turn around to see the view. His cheeks flushed red, visibly sweaty under the layers he wore. His hands gripped the counter, and he gulped. “R-Read that spell again.” He stutters.

You grab the spellbook, turning back to the page where you followed the steps to create the suppressant. Looking at the header you creased your brows. “Joong, it says aféconder, that’s a suppressant.” You say, feeling bubbling in your stomach. Hongjoong felt his stomach tighten himself, he shook his head. “No… it can’t. Let me see the book.”

He leaned over and grabbed the book, skimming over the page with a deep sigh. “... oh Y/n…” he closes his eyes, placing the book back down. “Y/n, this is féconder. The ‘a’ was a stain.” Hongjoong pinches the bridge of his nose, turning away from you.

You felt your mind slap you right across the face, and you rested your head in your hands, propped on your elbows. Your hands ran across your face, and through your hair, as you let out a soft but low groan. “Sorry, Joong,” you whisper, and you feel his hand rake up your back. “There has to be a way to reverse it, right?” he mutters, his voice huskier than usual.

“There’s no spells in this book that could reverse it, I believe.” You reply, flipping through the spellbook. “But… but we could try something else…?” You suggest, turning your head to look at him.

“Like…?” He trailed off, brows creased. You turn to fully face him, and hesitantly you reach for his trousers. “We could do this the natural way…” you whisper, not wanting to make it awkward.

Despite Hongjoong’s obvious distress, he looks at you with an unsure look. “We’re in public, Y/n,” he says, looking around the greenhouse.

“But no one’s around, right?” You also look around, the rain had gotten heavier, and the doors to the greenhouse were closed. It was just you, Hongjoong, and the plants, along with the dim lights inside.

Hongjoong gulped, feeling the knot in his stomach twist more before he nearly whined. “Please help me…”

You didn’t waste time, he looked miserable. Your hands fumbled with the button and zipper of his trousers, then unclipped his suspenders. Your long, black French almond nails raked against his stomach, making him tense up. Hongjoong looked down at you as you cupped his painfully hard bulge, his eyes then fluttering shut as you rubbed him with your palm to at least soothe him.

He let out a sensitive whimper. His hand then grabbed your jaw, pulling you up as he swooned down for a kiss, encasing your lips in his. At that moment your hand squeezed at the wet bulge in his underwear, feeling the beads of precum against your palm.

With your finger hooked onto the waistband of his black underwear, and with one swift motion, you tugged it down to his midthighs. Pulling away from the kiss you cupped your hand under his lips, making him spit all his excess drool into it before taking his leaking, wet cock into said hand.

Hongjoong whimpered again softly. Hair was already sticking to his sweaty forehead due to how strong the aphrodisiac was. He felt like he could cum untouched, but at the same time, it felt as if everything was holding itself in. The tip was drooling and deep red as if irritated, and as you started to pump his cock into your hand you could feel the veins on his shaft pulsating. You looked up at him, his pretty pink spit-covered lips slightly agape. He breathed like he was making noises, but only small broken whines and deep breaths left him. Certain strokes elicited no noises at all, his chest tightening and making him freeze, breath caught in his throat.

Your eyes visibly dilated at the sight. He’s so pretty it hurts. You’ve taken note of your long-time friend, who was also your assistant’s beauty before, but you opted to keep the relationship platonic. This… is platonic, right? Having his pretty cock in your hand as he silently begs you to take care of the problem you caused him with your stupid mistake. Your honest but dumb mistake. A part of you was lowkey grateful about your unconsciousness though, because then you wouldn’t be here so close to him, seeing the drool dribble down his chin and eyebrows creasing in pain and pleasure. You could feel heat pool at your core, slick dripping onto your panties.

“You alright, pretty?” You cooed softly, your free hand cupping his shoulder, your thumb rubbing against the fabric of his dress shirt. He let out a subtle nod, whining like a bitch in heat. The noise made your clit throb, your hole clenching around nothing. “You’re so pretty, Joongie..”

You picked up the pace, running your thumbpad over his slit every time your hand got to his cockhead. You made sure to let your long nails brush against his full, purple-hued balls, and occasionally you would swoop down to massage them for a few seconds before coming back up and pumping his shaft again. Hongjoong sucked in a breath, biting the inside of his cheek. Your hand that was once on his shoulder went to the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.

Hongjoong slid his tongue into your mouth immediately. You could taste the bitterness from the potion when your tongue slid on his, forcing it into his mouth and running over the roof. Both moaned into each other’s mouths, and you grabbed his jaw, pulling back to spit in his mouth. Hongjoong swallowed it without hesitation, his hands trembling as his grip on the counter tightened.

Your grip on his cock tightened. Your fingers felt every vein pulsate under your touch, and the shaft twitched. Your thighs shut against each other, and the hot slick gushed out your hole onto your panties, making a wet spot. You could feel a weighed pool, the aphrodisiac now in your system since you kissed Hongjoong.

Eventually, you let off and unbuttoned your black Lolita-styled dress. Crossing your arms your fingers pinched at the shoulders of your sleeves, pulling them down until your breasts were exposed. Leaving a gentle kiss on his jaw you grazed your fangs down his neck, undoing his button-up and taking it off him. Hongjoong’s skin was covered in sweat, red and hot to the touch. His nipples erect under the caress of your hands, the buds feeling hard enough to hurt without any stimulation.

Lifting your skirt you kneeled before him, making him lean against the counter for a better angle. You pulled off the rest of the top of your dress, bunching it to your waist as you unclipped your bra as well. Hongjoong’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked down at you.

“W-What are you doing now?” he stuttered, watching you drool onto your tits. You look up at him and his lost expression, shaking your head. “Helping you, Joongie,” you mutter, rubbing your saliva over the valley of your mounds. Your hands running over your nipples make you moan, your cheeks heating to a pink flush. Hongjoong stutters out incoherent babbles, and his words are caught in his throat when your tits encase his cock between them, your mouth sealing around the cockhead. Hongjoong’s lips formed an ‘o’ shape, drool falling and directly hitting your tits.

You start to move, tongue swirling and gliding up and down his slit and tip, the salty, pearly beads of precum leaking into your tastebuds. Your hands hold firmly onto the sides of your boobs, guiding them up and down his shaft as your mouth goes to work on the head. Hongjoong’s shaky hands move from the counter, one raking up to move his wet hair and the other firmly seated on your head.

“Y/n,” He moans out prettily, petting your hair. Your eyes flutter shut, focused on making him feel good while also trying to relieve him of the rather painful aphrodisiac. You moan softly around his cock, the vibrations of your hum making his balls tighten. Hongjoong whines out a pathetic “mm’ sorry-” before grabbing your head with both hands and shoving his cock down your throat. Your tits drop out of your hands and you choke a bit, taking a deep breath through your nose as he thrusts rather soppily, creaking out little ‘sorry’s and ‘please’s back to back. His voice cracked a couple of times, whimpering out your name. You grab onto his thighs, nails digging into the sides of them.

Your chokes and gags on his cock echo throughout the greenhouse. The rather humid heat inside makes you yourself sweat as your hair sticks to your forehead and cheeks. You swallow around his cock, his head rubbing against the wet, plush oropharynx.

“G- I- gonna- gonna cum Y/n. m’ so close m’ gonna c-cum,” he whines, his thighs tensing up. He unintentionally pulls on your hair, making you whine out as tears sting your eyes. Your teeth nearly bite down on his cock, the slight graze making him stutter his hips.

‘F-Fuck do it again-” he whimpers. You suck and graze your teeth again over the veins of his cock, and without warning he spills into your mouth. You pull off, choking. His hands move to his cock, jerking desperately as his cum paints your face and hair. You squirm on your heels, your heels digging into your ass. You open your eyes and watch the last of his cum leak out, and you felt your nipples swell at the sight. Like before Hongjoong now grabbed your jaw, spitting whatever aphrodisiac he had left into your mouth. You swallowed, it was fair game.

Getting up onto your now aching feet you let your dress pool at them, leaving you in your lace white panties. Both of you breathed heavily, your head against his chest as your arms ran down his biceps. His hands cupped your ass, pulling down your panties as he pressed his knee against your cunt.

You whimpered, his knee rubbed against your clit before he lifted you up, sitting you down on the metal counter. The heat made you wince, sucking your teeth.

Hongjoong gave you no time to adjust, he hooked his arms under your knees and dragged you to the edge, opening your legs up for him. “H-have t’ fuck you,” he muttered, his cock still rock hard despite cumming seconds ago.

Your eyes met, irises fully taken up with dilated pupils as if you two were cats. You whimpered, and he spit on his hand, gathering your juices as he slid his hand up and down your slit. He entered a ringed finger into you, the cold silver eliciting a hiss from you. Pulling out he entered a second finger, both his ring and middle fingers curling up inside you. His fingers weren’t all that long but it felt so good. He managed to find spots inside your spongey walls that you hadn’t touched without having to go deep inside you, he was skillful in this as much as he was skillful with his large grand piano that he composed his music with.

Hongjoong’s cock rubbed against the metal counter, the hot metal sending shivers down his spine as he felt his cock swell.

When you had enough, you pulled off his fingers, grabbing his waist and pulling him to you. Hongjoong got the memo, slapping his wet cock onto your clit a few times before slowly inserting himself into your hole, making both of you let out loud gasps and whines. Hongjoong was average, about five and a half inches, but you could swear that when he went inside you you felt him grow to at least seven, or eight. His newfound girth stretched you out deliciously, and his manicured, painted nails raked against your thighs. Tears pricked at both your and Hongjoong’s eyes. He sniffled, his nose turning a shade of pink.

“Fuck,” You whispered, laying against the counter. Your eyes fluttered shut, letting a couple of stray tears fall. Your gummy walls fluttered around him a few times before he started to move. His hands went to your swollen tits, fondling and massaging them. His palms were sweaty and covered in cum, fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples turning the hard buds to an irritated shade of red.

With every languid thrust, he hit deep inside you, balls touching the rim of your puckered asshole. The squelching noise of him moving inside you along with the soft claps of his balls against your ass made you feel lightheaded. Your assistant sniffled again above you, hand moving down to your waist as he started picking up the pace of his thrusts.

Your hands moved to your fluid-covered face, covering your teary eyes as his cockhead hit into your cervix snuggly. You sniffled, opening your eyes to look up at the man above you, rutting into your pussy like a pup in heat.

“You feel so good,” He sniffles, swallowing down whatever pathetic sound he may produce next. His head is thrown back, then falls forward as a babbling whine leaves his lips. “Wan m-make you feel g-good Y/n.”

He sucks on the two fingers he used inside you before and rubs them on the rim of your ass before gently pushing inside. You gasp, moaning out loudly as he starts to move them rather languidly compared to his thrusts. The feeling of his cock hitting the right spots inside you quickly and his fingers in your ass going slow made you micro-orgasm, clenching around him as the genuine knot started to build in your tummy. “J-Joong-” You whimpered, before fluttering around his cock as you came, legs tensed up and wrapped around his waist. “Fuck it feels so good,” you sniffle again.

Pulling his cock and fingers out you quickly sat up, shoving Hongjoong to a nearby discarded chair. You stumble off the counter, holding his shoulders as you open his legs, and hike a leg over his lap. Grabbing his face you stamp your lips against his once more, sinking down onto his cock. Despite just being connected the stretch makes both of you moan into each other's mouths, Hongjoong letting out a guttural, broken cry.

You started to hump your clit against his pelvis, but that soon turned into bouncing heavily on his cock. The sound of wet slapping skin resonated loudly throughout the greenhouse, along with a now sobbing Hongjoong along with you. The rain attempting to drown out your sounds was almost futile, your head spinning and ears ringing. You didn’t want to stop, and neither did he. He pulled away from the kiss and grabbed your hips, guiding you up and down his shaft at his own pace.

“Joong!” you cry out, holding the top rail with tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. His hands were firm on your hips, fingers tight enough you were sure it would cause bruising tomorrow. Your ass collided with his thighs harshly, causing red marks to appear on your plush and flushed ass cheeks.

Lifting you and slightly hurling you over his shoulder, Hongjoong held your thighs, keeping your legs apart as he began pistoning up into you. You moaned at the sensation of being filled, physically feeling your womb protrude out from your stomach.

Sitting you back down on him you started to bounce again, rather sloppily this time. Your lips formed in a pout as you whined, hums being produced every time his cockhead met your cum filled cervix.

“D-Don’ wan’ stop,” you murmured, lips pressed against Hongjoong’s sweaty forehead in a sloppy forehead kiss. His black dilated eyes were glued onto you, tears also running down his cheeks.

You began grinding in circles, smothering his cock inside you. You both moaned out sweetly, fangs digging into your bottom lip drawing blood. Hongjoong reached upward, grasping your bottom lip with his teeth as he suckled on the blood. His tongue ran over your bottom lip before pulling away, looking up into your eyes. You started to bounce again, feeling your second orgasm impending.

“all over y-your cock, Joongie,” you babble, your swollen lips blabbering nonsense as you clamp down onto him, the heavy bounces building up again.

“Cum, please cum,” you whine, holding your orgasm back. “W-wan it all inside me.”

Hongjoong started thrusting up again, syncing up in time with your bounces. It didn’t take much, as he started to spill inside your cunt once more, taking one of your breasts into his mouth. He suckled, and as you let go, milk flowed freely from your erect nipples. Hongjoong moaned at the sweet taste, lapping it all up.

You shivered at the sensation, and Hongjoong pulled away with a pop as he flipped you over, bending you over the counter. With a smack to your ass, he entered your pussy from behind, grabbing a hold of your hair. “C-can’t stop-” he sobbed, pounding into you with no sign of slowing down any time soon. “Gonna keep cumming inside your fucking pussy.”

“Please,” you whined, shutting your eyes. Your leaking tits raked against the metal counter, painting it a transparent white with your milk. Hongjoong’s hands sneaked from behind you, reaching around to grab your tits. Squeezing them, he pulled you up against his chest, his pelvis meeting the sore, red skin of your ass. Nonstop was he cumming again and again back to back. Your womb visibly protruded, sticking out like a sore thumb. He wrapped one arm around your tits, the other snaking down and feeling at your tummy, feeling the way his cock slid up and down inside you.

You came again for a third time without warning, legs shaking. Your eyes rolled back to the inside of your head, and a fourth came on when he didn’t stop.

“O-oh- oh fuck!” Hongjoong cried, stilling inside you. You fell forward, grasping the counter. You felt his cock literally knot inside you. It grew in size and locked in you like a key. Cum filled you to the brim, you felt like you could vomit from how full you were. Hongjoong was shaking behind you, and he fell forward as well, arms caging you.

He whimpered softly, sniffling. Heavy pants and sniffles were shared between you as the last of his cum was milked from him. He finally started to soften, and slowly pulled out of you as your minds went back to being levelheaded. His cock departed with a soft, wet pop, and loads of cum pumped out of you in what felt like gallons onto the floor below.

“Gosh…” He breathed out, taking a deep sigh. Your legs trembled, and you, exhausted, kept yourself laying forward on the counter.

“S-So full,” You murmured, the last of his cum spilling out before your womb felt relieved again. Your skin cooled down, the aphrodisiac starting to wear off on the both of you.

Hongjoong gently scooped you up and sat you down into his lap, as you both regained clarity. He nuzzled his nose into your hair, closing his eyes.

“Thank you,” He murmured softly.

“I'll be careful next time,” you murmur back, taking deep breaths.

“Yeah, make sure it's afèconder, not fèconder.”

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euaphora · 5 months

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yngtort · 6 months

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— Head pusher

NSFW ★

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Xfem!reader your bf had been locking himself up in the studio for about a week now, probably stressing over the upcoming release of their new album. neglecting you and himself, without realizing it. So you, like the good girlfriend you are, try to give him some piece at mind.

When you walked into the room, you were immediately greeted by the backs of 3rachas heads. The trio sat, going over each track and what last minute details they wanted to add. You sure they if you just stood there, they wouldn’t even notice you.

“Hey guys.” You said, gaining both changbins and chans attention. Jisung didn’t budge however, headset still covering his ears— blocking out any noise.

“y/n, hey.” “Yo, wassup girl.” They said with hearty smiles.

“Nothing much,” you replied as you made your way to jisung. Your hands slide over his shoulders and feel him tense under the touch but when his eyes meet yours, he relaxes.

“Oh, hi” jisung smiled , taking off his headphones and turning in his swivel chair to face you. He places his hands at your hips, fingers playing with the belt loop of your shorts. “What are you doing here, mama?”

Your heart swells at the nickname— it’s been a few days since you heard him call you that and it sounds just as sweet as the first time he said it.

“Just wanted to check up on y’all.” You tell, feeling his grip on your hips become firmer. Fuck, how you missed his touch.

“yall— as in me and chan too, not just your boyfriend?”changbin said knowingly, making you and jisung laugh.

“there’s that, and lix told me to come let you know that the brownies are done.” You told and watched as the three of them perked up.

“Already?” Chris asked, sitting on the edge of his chair. He looked like an impatient dog, imaginary tail wagging vigorously.

“Mhm,” you nodded. “You better get going if you wanna get some. I heard jeongin is plotting on your share.”

A few glances are passed between each of them before chris and changbin are standing up and bidding their goodbyes to the couple.

You turned back to jisung, “don’t want any brownies? Don’t you need a break?” You asked and he shook his head.

“Nah, I gotta finish up this song.” He said looking up at you with tired eyes, a slight strain in his voice. “Deadline is coming up fast.”

“But ji. You’ve been locked up in here for hours”

Jisung watched the look of concern take over your features. He was well aware that he’d been overworking himself— but it was gonna be worth it in the long run. He needed this album to be perfect, even if it costed him a few brownies.

“I’m almost done, y/n. I promise.” Your boyfriend reassured, placing a kiss on your tummy.

“You were almost done yesterday.” You huffed, not falling for anything. “I’m starting to think like this studio more than me”

“Well, if I’m being honest—” you slapped his shoulder. “Kidding, I’m kidding.” He laughed, loving the way you glared down at him with those pretty eyes.

“seriously, ji. I’m getting worried.”

“I know, mama. I know.” jisung coaxes, before pulling you into his lap gently. He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his face into your neck, placing soft kisses along your skin. “I’m almost finished and when I’m done, I’ll be all yours.”

He said he was almost done. Almost.

So why were you both still in this goddamn studio? Both Chris and changbin had came back, but only to collect their things— and they were gone again. (Snap) Just like that.

You were frustrated, but not more than him it seemed.

For the past hour, Jisung was clicking and rolling his going against his cheek. something wasn’t going right, you didn’t know exactly what, but you could tell.

And yet jisung was still buried into his computer screen, giving it so much attention that you wonder if he was in actually in a relationship with it— like his name was sheldon j. Plankton.

“Jisung,” you called out, placing a hand on his thigh and for the first time in a while, jisung looks at you. When he does, he immediately notices that glint in your eyes. One that had him gulping dryly as his chest tightened.

He knew that you were pissed.

“Hmm?” He hummed, “what’s the matter, love?”

“are you seriously asking me that?” Your grip on his thigh tightened, making his breath hitch. “We’ve been here for hours.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just can’t seem to finish this last part.”

“Then just call it a day, ji.”

Jisung sighed, “you don’t understand— i won’t be able to relax knowing that this isn’t completed yet.”

This man was completely stressing himself out. His body was aching for some kind of relief but he just wouldn’t give in. So you were gonna force him.

“W-what are you doing?” Your boyfriend asks he’s pulled back from the desk, wheels on the chair squeaking obnoxiously.

“Making room.” “Making room?”

You silently answer as you slide between him and the desk. Promptly getting on your knees, leaving him gaping at you.

“I worry about you, yknow?” You say, laying your head against his legs. your long lashes flutter up at him, eyes glazed over with innocence and jisung could already feel his dick twitching. “You’ll burn out if you keep being like this”

“But I guess it’s my job to keep you from getting to that point, yeah?”

Jisung gulps as you pop the button of his jeans loose and unzip his fly. He hadn’t realized how much he was craving your touch until your hand is down his pants, pulling out his simi hardened length.

“Fucking hell,” He hisses as the cold air hits, a shiver cascading down his spine. It doesn’t help that your fingers are just as icy as they’re wrapped around his shaft.

You pump him until he’s hard as a rock, precum pooling at the tip of his dick. “it got up so fast. You must’ve missed me more than I thought.” You teased, thumb swiping over his slit.

“Y/n, baby, please” he panted, eye squeezing shut for a moment.

“Please what, ji?” You tilted your head. “Cmon, say it with your chest.”

damn, you really knew how to get under his skin didn’t you? The way you played with his emotions, controlling him and making him feel completely vulnerable— he loved it all.

He placed his fingers under your chin, rubbing his thumb over your plump bottom lip before guiding it onto your tongue. “This.” He whispered, “i want this pretty little mouth of yours around my dick.”

‘Cute’ you thought as you replaced his thumb with his raging erection. You tenderly suck on his tip, cleaning it of the precum that sat there and then guided him down your throat. You can feel his head hit the back as you take him whole.

Jisung groans at the sudden warmth, bucking his hips up and forcing himself deeper.

“S-shit, your so fucking hot, swallowing me up like this” He moans, his hands fisting a tuff of your hair. “make me feel so good.”

You hum around him in response, bobbing your head at a slow meticulous pace.

But jisung was rather impatient today. you can tell by the way his hips were rolling against you.

Before you knew it, he was out of his chair and thrusting into your mouth. The man was so desperate, dick rubbing your throat raw and you just know it’ll be sore tomorrow.

He was such a vocal man, His Loud whines and moans fell from his lips rapidly like he was rapping the lyrics to one of his songs.

“damn it, y/n- why do you have such a sluttly mouth?” He asked, pounding ruthlessly and completely disregarding the tears that rolled down your cheeks. There was no stopping him, your boyfriend got such a kick out of using you like his own personal fuck toy and taking all his stress out on you.

you stay like that for awhile, jaw slack, saliva rolling off your lips while jisung fucks your face — until he loses his sense of rhythm and his thrusts become sloppy.

“cummin, ‘mm cumming.” Jisung slurs, rutting needily against your tongue. He pushed your head further, as if he wasn’t deep enough, and emptied his load down your throat.

Maybe it’s because it’s been awhile, but the amount of seed that you consumed was a little concerning. It filled your cheeks as ji continued to ride out his high.

“I love you so much.” He told through a whimper, letting his dick slip from your lips with a wet pop.

“I love you too.” You said and gave his head a soft kiss.

“Now let’s get out of this damn studio.”

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moonjxsung · 11 months

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Snowed In

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x fem reader

W/c: 7.9k

Warnings: forced proximity, mention of smoking, mention of cheating, unprotected sex, oral receiving, fingering, crying during sex, both characters are kinda toxic lol

Synopsis: a snowstorm traps you inside with none other than your perplexing ex-boyfriend Hyunjin, leaving the two of you to contemplate the relationship you once had.

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“There’s more tape in the closet by the stairs,” you say to Hyunjin.

He’s already packed three boxes of his stuff- old paraphernalia from the days you were still together. Days which now remained a mystery to you- how did you ever tolerate each other long enough to fall this deep? Having him back like this, it’s clear to you why things ended the way they did. He’s as obstinate as they come- never willing to bend for you or anyone but himself. Your tides crash against his unmoving shore, dissipating whatever love had once existed into thin lines of regret and indignation.

What was once the love of your life, now reduced to nothing more but this- a stranger in your home, memories of the role he once played neatly stacked into cardboard boxes and sealed away for the next victim of his antics. Sometimes it felt he was never meant to be more than this- more than a fleeting, breaking thing, quick to dissolve at your fingertips and free himself of your hold.

“Can you move any faster than this? I have somewhere to be tonight.” Your voice is laced with rancor, and Hyunjin rolls his eyes at the familiarity of it all.

“As if you ever cared about being late anywhere. You couldn’t even show up to our first date on time.”

You squint your eyes at him through the mirror in front of you. He’s so loathsome when he wants to be- anyone who knows him remembers the way he begged you to go on a date with him, for months, only to be rejected time and time again. When you finally did agree to go on a date with him, there was an ultimatum involved- go out for dinner or he’d keep the wallet you “dropped” in the parking lot. One that he so conveniently found- one that he snagged from atop your work desk.

Hyunjin was calculated from the moment he saw you- quick to make your friends his, finding a place within your social circle and gaining approval from those closest to you. He frequented your favorite coffee shops, kept up with your social media, and even took an interest in all your favorite hobbies. While your friends downed shots of whiskey and picked up random men at bars, Hyunjin stayed close to you, grazing his fingertips against your skin and whispering compliments in your ear at every chance he got.

It didn’t take long before you were wrapped around his finger- exactly the way he’d planned for it to be. You quickly became the first to invite him to dive bars on Friday nights, the first to text him song recommendations and new coffee recipes, even first to make subtle advances so that you could feel his skin against your touch.

A graze of his hand against your cheek was all it took one October night, before you gave yourself away to him completely. Like giddy schoolchildren, his hand in yours, running about the street to his place, where he fucked you three times in a row. He was patient and forgiving with his kisses, but he fucked you like he might lose you. He lit a joint beside you as you came down from your third orgasm. You thought you might be in love.

“You’ll have to help me carry all this down to the car,” Hyunjin interrupts your thoughts. You pause applying your eyeliner to glance at him through the mirror again.

“You couldn’t have asked earlier?” You cap the eyeliner shut, slamming it down on the console table and turning around to face him with a vexed expression.

Hyunjin’s beautiful- he’s always been beautiful. One of the things that angered you the most about him. The whole world, with your beautiful boy at their disposal, to do whatever they pleased with him. It never took much either- he could raise his hand in a diner and have a flock of men and women within his radius, ready to do whatever, whenever. He looks elegant in a crimson cardigan, one button undone below his jutting clavicles, tucked neatly into a slim pair of black trousers. A silver watch around his wrist glints under a beam of light as he looks down at the disarray of boxes.

“Eleven boxes,” he says teasingly. “So you can take 6 and I’ll take 5.”

You scoff in response. “That’s not happening. Take the first one to the car and I’ll meet you down with my half.”

You turn around again to finish your makeup, when a loud buzzing sound interrupts the two of you. The intercom buzzes once, and then twice, and you’re quick to make your way to answer before Hyunjin can.

“Hello?” You speak softly, holding the button and cupping the box to prevent Hyunjin from listening. A futile effort, as he’s already listening closely from beside you.

“Hello ma’am, this is management. We wanted to inform you of a weather advisory for the remainder of the evening. All tenants are advised to stay indoors while the snow storm passes through tonight. Please shelter in place immediately and do not plan to operate your vehicle until at least tomorrow morning-”

“Tomorrow morning?” You interrupt. “No, no, my guest was just heading down. Could you- is there somebody who can help with a few boxes?”

“I’m sorry,” the voice says. “But no one is allowed to operate their vehicles off the property right now unless it’s an emergency. We have been ordered by the county.”

“It is an emergency,” you say quickly, eyes flickering over Hyunjin’s smug expression from beside you.

“What is the emergency?” The voice queries, and Hyunjin practically pushes you aside to speak into the box on his own.

“The emergency,” he says, “is that she’s so prideful she can’t provide shelter to a friend for one night.”

The voice on the other end goes quiet, and you pinch the bridge of your noise in annoyance. With a deep sigh, you motion Hyunjin aside and take over the intercom once again. “Nevermind, sir. We will stay inside. Thank you.”

A small click indicates his departure, and you spin around on your heel to face Hyunjin again, this time infuriated with him.

“Seriously? You couldn’t have lied or something?”

“What did you want me to say? That I’m having a baby? There’s a fire in here? You heard him, I can’t drive on these roads. I know you hate me, but that’s low even coming from you.”

Your makeup items are quickly stuffed back into your bag as you avoid eye contact with him, thoughts rushing through your head as you realize he may have to stay here for a few hours. You catch a glimpse of the window as you consolidate your products, noting the way the city lights are now blurred by frost on the windows. The falling snow isn’t visible from in here, but a growing chill around you confirms that management is correct.

“I’ll be in my room for the night. The lock isn’t working, so knock if you need something. And don’t touch anything.”

He holds his hands up like he’s guilty of something- and he might be, accidentally intruding in your space like this, tainting the atmosphere with his uncompromising jokes and mulish expression. But he lived here once too- drank coffee in the same kitchen you now call yours, fixed the shitty space heater when it broke, and fucked you on your mattress like it was an extension of you. Intruding was hardly the word when traces of him lined the walls- and bedsheets, still.

“Okay,” he says with a mocking tone, and he slumps over on the sofa like he owns it now.

2 hours pass, and the situation feels like something out of a horror movie- only the antagonist is a shitty ex boyfriend, and the movie has been left on pause. Hyunjin doesn’t disturb you, and you don’t disturb him. The apartment is quiet, maybe too quiet, but as you wake from your evening slumber, a sound in the kitchen reaffirms this was not just a nightmare.

“What are you doing? I told you not to touch anything.”

He turns around momentarily, drawing his attention back to the stove he towers over. “I was making us coffee. Unless you don’t want any.”

A deep swallow in your throat. Your pride is replaced with reluctance, taking a step toward him and finding a seat on the bar stool. “Sure. Thanks.”

When he’s finished, he places the speckled mug in front of you, sauntering over to the couch and spreading across it like he’s going to sleep. But he doesn’t, instead he runs two hands through his hair, licking his lips and smiling mischievously.

“I was supposed to be at an art show tonight.”

You say nothing.

“They’re displaying that one I painted when we were still together- you know, with the lilies?” He sits up to look at you. “Remember?”

“Yes, I remember. The one you fought with me about.”

He laughs, and your face involuntarily reacts with a smile at the sound. His eyes form little crescents as his head rolls back, melodic giggles leaving his parted lips. Hyunjin’s laugh was one you could never forget- one that echoed throughout the apartment despite his absence, one you found a home in. One you missed, even.

“I didn’t fight with you,” he says. “It was a disagreement. There’s a difference.”

You remember that morning vividly. Hyunjin hadn’t slept that night, sitting cross-legged in front of the canvas while he painted finishing touches on the assortment of blushing lilies immersed in a glass vase. It was one of your favorites, representative of both your birth month and Hyunjin’s favorite flower.

“They’re too pink.” He’d told you, frustration clear in his tone.

“They’re perfect,” you said, crouching down beside him and pressing a chaste kiss to his temple.

And in all the unpredictability that was Hwang Hyunjin, he wielded the box cutter he kept tucked away in the pocket of his apron, crawling forward in a swift motion and slashing the painting across its face. The lilies seemed to wither as the now-cut corners folded inwards and curled in decay, still wet from the fresh paint.

“What the fuck, Hyunjin?” You said, reaching for the canvas like it was a dying child, caressing the two-dimensional petals in trembling hands as you tried your best to mold the fabric back to its place, to no avail. Hyunjin laughed, head rolled back as he let his wicked cackles fill the space around you, and you began to cry at the scene. He was always that way- feeding mercilessly off your stunned reactions, with you always more shocked than the last time at how unpredictable he could be at times.

He laughed as you cried, both sounds waltzing around the makeshift studio in the spare room of your apartment.

You left him alone for several hours that day, only returning to deliver food and water to him, Hyunjin still sat in that same spot on the studio floor. The painting was tossed aside like a piece of garbage, a new canvas erected in front of him with fresh pencil sketches and colors.

As he dug into the steaming bowl of ramen provided, you propped up the canvas, beginning your task of repairing the painting by gluing a small patch to the cut and coating it with varnish. He watched through ravenous mouthfuls as the petals laid flat like they once had, giving life to his art again. And through frustrated sniffles, you mixed a new shade of pink on his pallet, a lighter one this time, sliding it over to him and placing the paintbrush between his fingers where his chopsticks were.

“Please don’t ruin it this time.”

Hyunjin placed his dinner back on the wooden floor, making his way over to you and enveloping you in a hug- one that meant to say sorry in his absence of words. But Hyunjin was never one for apologies, you quickly learned, as his hardened bulge pressed against your thighs. He peppered kisses down the column of your neck, fingers grazing the hem of your shirt as he began to take it off you, no words of protest from your end. With dizzying thoughts, and before you could comprehend the pool of arousal that was now formed between your legs, he was fucking you there in his studio, one hand cupped around your face, forcing your gaze onto the painting.

“Know what lilies represent?” He said between rhythmic thrusts. “Innocence. And purity. And devotion, and fertility.”

Your eyebrows arched up in pleasure, too fucked out to respond to his words, simply moaning loudly in response.

“And your birth month is a lily. Sound like you? Innocent? Pure? Fertile?” His thrusts increased in pace, your hands searching desperately for somewhere to steady your body, now trembling with pleasure as you approached your high.

He took note of your struggle, taking your hand in his as he gave it a squeeze, another way of saying he was sorry for his actions. Your eyes remained locked on the painting, which now seemed to morph into hues of flesh and arousal, the petals mirroring your wet cunt filled so deliciously and completely by Hyunjin. And as he reached his orgasm, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing down the throat he kept a firm hold of. “My lily,” he cooed between kisses and a release inside of you. “My sweet, pure lily.”

Three hours in, the space heater has given out. A typical occurrence from when Hyunjin still lived here, but an aggravating one nonetheless.

“It hadn’t given out in the time you were gone. Must be some kind of curse when you’re around.”

Hyunjin laughs wickedly, like he knows something. “I’ll get the screwdriver.”

As you watch him disassemble the old thing, you take note of the way his nimble fingers hold each tool so delicately, much like how he handles his art supplies. You were no stranger to them during your time together, often picking him up new pieces of charcoal and sketch pads for him on your way home from work. Your love language had always been the little gifts you pampered him with, falling deeper in love with him whenever he’d excitedly dig through the bag of goodies and rope you into a hug. Hugs- physical affection, Hyunjin’s love language. The only way he knew to express the conflicting emotions in his pretty mind- pacify you with a kiss, or a swaying hug, or a myriad of lewd positions in your bed together.

Part of you knows Hyunjin is conditioned to be this way. Something of a mad artist, good with his fingers and bad with his words, chased after everything he ever wanted and never learned to take no for an answer. There was never a moment he had to sit with his own mind, sit with his intimate conscience and teach himself to tear his walls down. You were always there to do that- remind him of the ways in which he fell short, express enough emotions for the two of you and live with the knowledge that you were, in many ways, an extension of him. In all his madness, and lust and adoration. But he was never going to change- and hard as may have tried, you could never change him.

“What are you thinking about?” Hyunjin asks, still focused on the tilt switch below him. His ebony hair hangs loosely in front of him, caressing his face the way your hands used to.

Your fingers embrace the warm mug of coffee in front of you, observing as steam disappears in the cold air in front of you. “I’m thinking about the first time you ever cried in front of me.”

He stops what he’s doing for a second, looking up at you with furrowed brows. “What?”

“I’m just being honest,” you say in response, getting up from the bar stool to now sit on the couch. “Do you remember?”

He’s quick to shake his head. “I don’t cry. I never cry.”

You scoff. Hyunjin cries at everything, albeit trivial instances- maybe it’s the Pisces in him, or maybe it makes up for the lack of using his words to convey emotions. Either way, he’s always been a crier- and you, a shoulder to lean on.

“Your painting was rejected. For the January gallery show. By that guy- the really stuck-up one, remember? You said he looked like a praying mantis. All beady-eyed and skinny.”

Hyunjin laughs, fumbling with the screwdriver. “Even his hands bent at the wrists. Like a bug.”

You smile at him- you reckon it’s the first time he’s ever recalled crying in front of you. That was the difficult part- despite the crying, you were never to speak of it. Like it didn’t happen, like it wasn’t a natural part of him. It made him feel nonhuman at times, all those resolute efforts to mask who he was. But you knew, truths that lived and died with you.

He sticks his tongue out in focus as he fixes the screws back onto the panel. “He’s the gallery host. For tonight’s event.”

Your heart sinks at his words. It was a dream of Hyunjin’s to avenge the death of his art by praying mantis art man, and you hadn’t known he was selected for the gallery this time. Only to wind up here, with you, stuck in the dingy apartment you used to call home with him.

“Fuck. Hyune, I’m sorry,” you say with wide eyes. “I wouldn’t have asked you to come by tonight if I knew.”

He waves a hand in dismissal. “Better I’m stuck here than the gallery. I’d be snowed in with bottles of champagne and lots of pretty girls.”

He smirks at you mischievously, and you roll your eyes playfully. As he fixes on the last screw, he restarts the heater, slouching back in satisfaction as the familiar hum starts up again. “Thanks,” you say, sitting back and putting your feet up.

He winks, and then shuts his eyes as his hands fold over his chest. Your phone interrupts the comfortable silence, and you make your way back to the bar stool to answer it.

“Hello? Oh, yes, hi! Yeah, I’m so sorry… Yes, that works for me. Thanks, and sorry again. Okay, bye for now!”

When you hang up, Hyunjin’s head is raised curiously.

“Who was that?”

You take a deep breath as you set your phone aside again. “That was… my plans for the night.”

He cocks his head. “Like, a friend?”

“Like, a date,” you finally say. Hyunjin scoffs casually, lying down again.

“You’re going on a date.”

“Was,” you interject. “He’s snowed in, too. We’re planning for something tomorrow if the weather’s good.”

Hyunjin nods, and you can see that his eyes are glued to the ceiling now. Jealousy- one of Hyunjin’s worst traits. Be a waiter, a friend, even the trash guy on Mondays, Hyunjin was a raging, jealous boyfriend when you were together. At times it was flattering, making you blush when he’d give creepy men stares at bars, holding you closer and letting everyone know you were his. And then things escalated.

The doorman stopped greeting you, per Hyunjin’s request, citing that he was “taking a special interest in you”. Bartenders had to take your orders through Hyunjin, who turned irate at the sight of you smiling at another man. Even your close male friends distanced themselves when he was around, feeling uncomfortable at the way he’d interrupt your conversations. Your confrontation about it turned into a screaming match, followed by 2-hour makeup sex in the shower- but his jealous tendencies never ceased.

“How’d you meet?” Hyunjin asked suddenly, fidgeting with the skin around his fingernails. He no longer wears a smile, but a tight-lipped, stern expression.

“He’s… a friend.” You reply.

“Jisung,” he whispers suddenly, and you swallow a lump in your throat.

Han Jisung, the mutual friend you always told Hyunjin not to worry about. The friend who always got a little too close, the friend who leaned on you for emotional support during your lows. The friend who confided in you with all of his relationship issues, and the one you confided in when Hyunjin was at his worst. The same friend you slept with to make Hyunjin jealous.

“I knew it,” he said, draping an arm over his eyes. “I had a feeling it wasn’t over from that one time.”

“Hyune, we’re not together anymore.”

“We were together,” he says. “When you let him fuck you.”

A statement he’s not wrong about. A decision you weren’t proud of- but one that was a long time coming. It had been a week straight of arguing with Hyunjin- him, locked up in his room working on paintings and destroying the ones he didn’t like. Repeating the cycle like he’d gone mad- refusing to eat and drink, getting no sleep and engaging in screaming matches with you when you were home from work. You opted to stay with Jisung that weekend, unable to put up with his state of mind. A little red wine, crying into Jisung’s shoulder, and you found yourself betraying the one thing you swore you never would- Hyunjin’s trust.

It was you who told him, throwing it on him like a casual work chat when you returned.

Hyunjin never took something so hard in his life. You watched his sleepless nights and maddened sessions turn from weeks into months- going mute for the better part of each day, only talking to ask you questions about Jisung. “Was he better than me?”

“No, Hyune,” you’d coo, holding him in your gentle embrace as he cried. “No one’s better than you. I was angry, and I made a mistake. There’s no one better than you.”

And in the second month, he forgave you, finally giving into your touch as his fingers found their way inside of you, using his voice boldly for the first time to demand the same answers from your quivering figure under him. “Was it better than this? Does he feel better than this?” You cried under him, validating his ego again in an orchestra of moans, holding him in your arms like you might lose him. And you almost did- a feeling you swore to never replicate.

Your bodies one again, your souls one again. Jisung was promptly cut out of your life, Hyunjin’s existence enough to fulfill a lifetime of friends and lovers. His body made for you, his mind consuming you whole.

“You’ve always been so jealous,” you say to Hyunjin, drawing his attention back to the conversation.

He fixes his hair. “And you, a cheater. Forgive us our sins.”

“I had reason to. You’re just a mean person when you want to be.”

“Yeah?” He queries. “So mean I fixed your heater? So mean I got you those tickets you wanted last summer?”

The tickets.

Hyunjin had bought you tickets to Paris last summer, a surprise that left you in shock, crying like a baby when he presented them to you. They were “complementary” with the exhibition he was chosen for- three nights in Le Marais, a showing of his gallery, and a free dinner at the host’s favorite restaurant. It was his most upscale showing yet, and although the tickets were originally meant for a manager of sorts, he’d bent some rules to bring you along. (This meant he paid for the tickets, something he never told you about until much later.)

The trip was nothing short of a dream- days spent looking at art and watching Hyunjin network with the guests, nights spent trying fancy French foods and making love in the hotel bed until you couldn’t anymore. But the reveal that he’d actually paid for the tickets hit you hard.

He let it slip accidentally, annoyed at the way his manager was pressing him to contact guests from the museum, huffing a simple “I paid to get him off my ass and he’s still like this.”

After pressing him for answers, it all made sense, and you bawled like a baby again, this time ridden with guilt. Hyunjin rubbed your back in gentle circles, chuckling at the way you gripped his t-shirt and cried harder into the fabric. “You should’ve taken him instead,” you said to him between sobs. “I was a shitty girlfriend to you and I didn’t deserve to go.”

Of course this was about Jisung, and he knew that. But he also knew that he loved you- this emotional, second half of him, one that he breathed life and love into, and that one instance of letting it slip through his fingers was not going to come between the two of you. “But you’re here,” he told you. “You didn’t leave. I’m not going anywhere either. We’ll always have Paris.”

And you cried harder at his words, for the man who so desperately needed you like you needed him, two halves working to keep one whole being alive.

4 hours into the night, Hyunjin begins getting stir-crazy.

“It’s hot in here- you’re not hot? I feel like I’m going insane. What if we tell them I’m having a baby? Maybe they’ll-”

“Hyunjin. Calm down. They’re not letting us out for the night. You’re not going anywhere.”

He rips off his cardigan, tossing it aside dramatically and leaning back on his forearms with his eyes shut. You take in the view- his toned arms are now fully on display in a ribbed white tank top, a simple gold necklace now visible against his broad chest. He’s still tall and lean as he ever was, but his biceps seem to have filled out, and your mouth parts a little at the sight.

“You’re staring,” he says with his eyes still shut.

“No, I’m not.”

You pull your own sweater tighter around you, trying your best to keep a casual demeanor in his presence. He opens one eye, taking a peak at your clear nervousness.

“Don’t be shy,” he says smugly. “It’s stuffy in here.”

You swallow, saying nothing as you turn away from him and peel your own sweater off over your head. The cream white knit falls gently to the floor, leaving you in nothing but a pair of jeans and a slim-fitting black shirt. When you turn back around, he’s adjusted his position so that his legs are spread comfortably, a smug grin still plastered on his pretty face.

“Is that a tattoo?” He asks inquisitively.

You palm over the little heart on your inner elbow, sitting down in front of him and undoing your hair from its loose braid.

“Yeah.”

“I like it,” he says, flashing you his teeth like a stamp of approval.

“I thought you hated tattoos,” you retort. “You never wanted me to get any.”

“I said you had beautiful skin,” he counters. “And that covering it in ink would be a waste.”

“Same thing.”

“Not exactly,” he says, tilting his head toward you. “You prove me wrong time and time again.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You say, raking your fingers through your hair and sitting cross-legged in front of him on the rug.

“It means,” Hyunjin says, crawling toward you to take your arm in his. He traces the heart with his index finger, and then brings it close to his mouth, where he presses his lips to it and graces it with a single, gentle kiss. “I like this one.”

You retract your arm from his hold, cheeks set ablaze at his words. He’s always been like this, too- flirting in every possible way he can, quick to make any situation either romantic or sexual to fluster you. And it works- he’s somewhat of a pro at it now.

Hyunjin laughs loudly at your reaction. “I’m starving.” And then he hoists himself up again, making his way to the kitchen to find something for dinner.

You want to scream when he’s like this- quick to wrap you around his finger momentarily, leaving you dizzy with thoughts of him, only to leave you hanging like it’s nothing- like there’s no history between the two of you. A murder with no weapon, no motive- just a victim. You. Always.

After you’ve both scarfed down bowls of rice, Hyunjin proposes a game. Uncharacteristic of him since you know he typically prefers his silence, but you digress.

“Truth or dare?” Hyunjin asks.

“Truth.”

He hums in response, crafting a question in his mind. “What’s my best feature?”

You roll your eyes. “I said no weird questions! Can you at least try to make this whole thing platonic?”

“What’s weird about that?” He queries. “There’s nothing romantic about answering a question. You’re the one making it weird.”

“Okay fine, dare.”

He raises his eyebrows, declining a change in selection.

“God! Fine, I don’t know- your hair, I guess.”

He tosses his hair around like he’s in a shampoo commercial, twisting the ends around his index finger. “Good answer. Your turn.”

You roll your eyes at him again. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

You take a moment to think. In actuality, there are so many things you want to ask him- too many things. You don’t know much about the man sitting across from you- or at least not as much as you once knew so many months ago. He’s never been an open book, but the time apart from each other has driven a stake between the two of you, and having him in your living room like this offers you ample time to tear down his walls like you never could before.

“Y/n?” He asks, cocking his head to one side.

“Why’d you stay?” You ask breathlessly.

“What?”

You swallow, determined to get an answer out of him. “I mean, after the whole thing with Jisung. Why did you stay? You could’ve left, you could’ve gone with any other girl or guy you dreamed of. What was in it for you?”

He purses his lips together in thought.

“I dunno. I guess I was in love.”

You shake your head at him. “No, you weren’t in love, Hyune. We never even said it to each other.”

He runs his hands through his hair, smoothing it back- a nervous habit of his, you recall. “You asked, that’s my answer. I said I guessed.”

With a lump forming in your throat, you drop the question with a nod. He’s visibly more serious now, his upper body turned away from you as he glances out the window and observes the heavy snowfall. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of the space heater and your breathing as he maintains his composure again. Your heartbeat has quickened at the word love- one you never said to each other.

“I love you is an overrated philosophy,” Hyunjin had told you on the balcony in Paris, arms wrapped around you while you took in the vast skyline. “What about I care about you? Or I need you? Those sound more significant, more like us. Let’s not lose ourselves to outdated philosophies.”

And when he put it like that, it made sense. You did love him, but you also cared about him, needed him, the whole nine yards. The difference in a single word did not change what you shared. In fact, putting weight into a single word felt like it might only serve to drive you apart someday. (Come to find out it wasn’t a word you had to attribute that to.)

“It’s late,” you say to him, a guilty conscience consuming your mind. “We should just get some sleep.”

“Why did you stay?” Hyunjin asks, turning his body toward you again. “You had every reason to leave. Why did you put up with a lousy painter for all the time you did? Why didn’t you just book it with Jisung the first chance you got?”

Your throat is dry. The questions are valid- an extension of the ones you asked him. And yet, you don’t have the answers. You think you understand now.

“I… I don’t know. I think maybe I needed you.”

I needed you, I cared for you, I loved you.

Hyunjin narrows his eyes. “Your draw.”

You’re dancing with the devil now, fully at his mercy to do whatever you want with this game of yours. All the walls he so carefully built in your time together, and yet you finally hold the first stone in your hands, aimed and ready to tear them down like you’d always dreamt of. This much freedom was dangerous- what did Hyunjin want from having you in this position? What could he possibly gain from offering you the irrevocable truths that lied behind this? You can’t take your aim. Not yet- not like this.

“I don’t want this,” you say weakly, and brows furrow at your words. “I don’t understand why things happened the way they did. But it’s behind us now.”

He extends a hand toward you, a classic apology though the words may never leave his lips. And you accept reluctantly, taking his slender fingers in yours, letting him guide you up off the floor and into his arms. The familiar scent of his cedarwood and vanilla cologne surround you, and your hands find their way around his back, as he envelops you whole and puts your mind at ease again.

Perhaps you would never understand Hyunjin- the way his emotions clouded him to a point he could only funnel them through you, the way a 4-letter word scared him more than the act of cheating, or how certain shades of pink were too pink, and yet patched canvases were still beautifully flawed in his eyes. And maybe you didn’t have to, maybe simply existing alongside him like this was enough for the two of you. Your beautiful boy, who you once tried so hard to make sense of, now at the disposal of the world around him, and for that you despised him. But you prayed they would have mercy on him, prayed they’d understand him like you once had, understand that some pinks are too pink, and that love doesn’t imply end.

The night reaches its lowest temperature as you lie in bed, this time on one side as Hyunjin occupies what was once his side of the mattress. The sight of him is reminiscent of your old life- him facing you, arms crossed and legs extended carelessly, a hood tossed over his messy hair and a frown as he tries his best to fall asleep.

You chuckle seeing him like this, the dichotomy of his sexy features coupled with his cozy appearance, something you always found attractive in him.

“What are you thinking about?” Hyunjin whispers as he breaks the silence. A small smile forms on his lips at the sound of your muffled laugh.

“Nothing. You look so cozy.”

“I feel cozy,” he replies. He reaches a hand out to you, palm facing up, and you gently place your hand in his. His calloused fingers rub yours gently, and you can’t tell if he’s trying to fluster you or warm you up- either way, you like the sensation, silently hoping he doesn’t stop.

In a swift motion, he brings your hand to his lips, pressing little kisses to each of your knuckles. You don’t say anything to him, instead observing the way his eyelashes flutter with each movement of his lips.

“Hm,” he hums against your fingers. “Remind me why you left me again.”

You feel your heart sink; one question, and yet hundreds of answers at the same time. You have everything and nothing to say to him. You settle on silence.

“I asked you a question,” he says against your knuckles, and your heart races at the change in his tone.

“Because it was time,” you say.

Hyunjin lets go of your hand, resting an arm behind his head and shutting his eyes. After a moment of silence, he speaks again. “You have to understand how confused I was.”

Your hands miss his contact instantly. But he scares you when he's like this- on the brink of clarity, and yet not quite there yet. He’s so unpredictable, and you know very well this could end a million different ways.

“I know,” you say.

You left Hyunjin in possibly the worst way you could. There wasn’t a screaming match, or a composed adult conversation on the matter. In fact, there wasn’t much of anything at all.

Hyunjin had been distant that week, locking himself away in the spare room and working on several different paintings for his upcoming gallery show. You hadn’t fought- at least not that he remembers. You had sex twice that week, once on Tuesday and once on Wednesday. It was September. The air was cold and the space heater had busted again. Little details you never forgot about that time.

It was the box cutter that gave it away. Carelessly left on the counter, thin white threads still caught in the serrated edges. Like a murder weapon he couldn’t be bothered to wash the blood off of. And while he was out, you took the opportunity to sneak into the studio, finding his latest victim tossed aside like his first one. A watercolor painting of a bridge, hues of browns and blues melting together where a giant gash now impaled the scene. This one unsalvageable, unlike the others.

It was then that you made your decision. Not through confiding in Jisung like he accused you of, nor your family or friends. But there, in the studio, as you held the painting close to you and wept for its loss. He was never going to change. It had felt like a lifetime of patching canvases for him, trying to fix him like you did his art. But Hyunjin made up his mind the second he took a box cutter to his work. And he did it again, when he shut you out, and again at his refusal to utter 3 simple words in the span of your relationship. It was the crime of insanity that drove you to the edge- repeating the same thing over and over, hoping for a different outcome. One that would never come- one that you owed to yourself to stop chasing.

And so you left- you took a small box of your things, and you requested your close friends relay the message to him that things were over. Hyunjin didn’t fight it- of course he didn’t understand why, but there were enough theories to reaffirm that this wasn’t some epiphany rooted in pure delusion.

“I wish you had talked to me,” he says. His voice is trembling.

“I wish you had talked to me, too.” You reply. “I wish a lot of things had been different.”

“You had to have known,” Hyunjin says.

“Known what?”

“You had to have known that I loved you.”

You look over at him now, a straight expression on his face still. He keeps his eyes glued to the ceiling above him, and for a second you’re not sure if you heard him correctly. It’s not until you release the breath you’ve been holding that he finally looks down at you, giving a small shrug. He breaks the silence with a loud laugh, and you’re confused by his actions all over again.

“It doesn’t matter,” Hyunjin says. “Because I’ll always have you.”

“You won’t,” you reply through gritted teeth. “That’s why I left. You’re not a part of me anymore.”

“No?” Hyunjin says, shifting his body toward yours, a wicked smile on his face. “You don’t still yearn for answers I haven’t given you? You don’t still wonder how things could have been different?”

He reaches out a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and you melt into his touch. Your cheeks grow hot with his proximity now, and you scoot away just an inch, failing as he moves his whole body even closer to you.

“Look at you, you can’t even push me away properly. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

And without warning, his lips are on yours all over again, tongue dancing against yours as he adjusts himself to be positioned on top of you. You want to push him off of you, so badly, but your mind doesn’t let you, instead urging you to keep pressing your thighs together as overwhelming desire for him grows in your core.

“Hyune,” you say between his kisses, and a hand snakes around your waist, toying with the hem of your underwear.

“Say you don’t want this,” he says, pulling away to let you breathe. You stare into his eyes, now dark and pooling with intensity as he begins working kisses down your neck.

“Say it,” he says again, and you can’t.

You feel him smile against your throat, grazing his teeth gently over the skin before biting down harshly and earning a moan from your parted lips. His hands work their way into your underwear again, rubbing small circles against your clit as he pulls them down to your ankles.

“You’re this wet already?” He asks curiously.

Before you can process his words, your underwear and shorts are tossed off the bed, his hands wrapped around the backs of your knees to pull you closer to him. He sits up and observes your fucked-out expression before working little kisses and nibbles to your inner thighs, all the way up until he’s found your clit again.

“Please,” you beg, and he smiles. In slow movements, his tongue is pressed against your wet cunt, giving kitten licks to your clit as he rubs his nose along your folds. You gasp in pleasure, hands tangling in his hair as he lets out moans of his own that vibrate against your bundle of nerves. “Fuck,” you say, and Hyunjin loves every second of you losing it.

As he works you with his tongue, his other hand dips itself into your hole, filling you up and stretching you with two fingers.

“Fuck!” Ah- just like that,” you exclaim. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping,” he says against your wetness. “Until you cum for me.”

“I’m close,” you echo, tugging on his hair and applying more pleasure to your clit. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Let go, baby,” Hyunjin says. “Cum for me.”

You find your release at his words, making a mess of your sheets and dripping onto his stubbled chin. He’s quick to lap up your cum, painting your thighs with traces as he kisses back down your skin.

“Turn around,” he orders quickly, sliding his own pants and boxers down, freeing his painful erection against his abdomen. You do as you’re told, flipping over onto your stomach and gripping the sheets below you.

One hand works his length over you, dripping precum in anticipation, while the other snakes around your throat and holds you still for him.

“Did you miss this?” He says as he enters you, and you moan loudly at the sensation of his throbbing cock stretching you out. “Always so good for me. You haven’t changed. So obedient.”

You can’t say anything in response, panting heavily as he thrusts in and out of you, feeling yourself nearing another orgasm as his hand finds your aching clit once again.

“You’re mine, right?” Hyunjin says again. “You had to have known I loved you. Fuck, I love you so much. You’re all mine. You know it too, right?”

You still can’t talk, moments away from your second orgasm now, the only sounds emitting from between you are those of your wet arousal and slapping skin. You feel tears pricking your eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure and racing thoughts, yet too aroused to form a coherent response to his words. The only sound that comes out is a sob, followed by your stream of tears as he grips your throat and fucks you harder.

“You’re crying,” he says, kissing tears up your cheek, but not slowing his pace. “You’re just an emotional wreck tonight, aren’t you? Me too, darling. You’re an extension of me, huh? I’m gonna come now, okay? I want you to finish with me.”

His hand moves to hold yours as he guides you through your second orgasm, filling you up with his hot load and fucking every last drop back into you. “That’s it,” he says, pulling out of you and kissing the remainder of your tears back up your face. “That’s my girl.”

At daybreak, the snowfall has stopped entirely, and the skyline is frosted beautifully in crystal white snow.

You’re the first to wake, Hyunjin still passed out beside you, a peaceful expression on his face as light snores escape his lips. It’s another sight familiar to you- Hyunjin’s innocent slumber the night after he’s used you so roughly.

Your legs tremble as you slip out from under the covers, making your way to the mirror where you take note of your disheveled appearance- your neck is painted with purplish bruises, eyes swollen from crying and hair tangled from being pulled. You envy the angelic way Hyunjin wakes after nights like these.

When you arrive in the kitchen, you start yourself a cup of coffee, slouching on the bar stool as you recall yesterday’s events. It hadn’t been a dream, but a strange turn of coincidences that led you to having sex with Hyunjin in your apartment. What was once a normal morning for you now felt more confusing and uncertain than it ever had before.

Your ringtone from across the room interrupts you, and you’re quick to answer to not wake Hyunjin.

“Hi Jisung,” you say quietly into the receiver.

“Hi! The snow’s stopped where you are, right? I just woke up and it seems to have finished here.”

“Yeah, it’s not snowing here either.”

“That’s good!” He says cheerfully. “I hope your night was okay.”

“Yeah,” you say plainly. “It was interesting.”

“Great! Do you still want to grab something to eat tonight?”

“Sure thing,” you say, desperate to end the call before Hyunjin can hear any part of it. “I’ll text you the details.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

And when you hang up, a familiar voice behind you is quick to make itself known. “You won’t go out with him tonight,” he says, making his way to the coffee maker to pour himself a mug. He’s so sure of himself, a small smile tugging at his lips as he works. Like he’s reading your future.

“Who are you to dictate that?” You retort.

Hyunjin smiles as he fills his mug, his shirtless back turned to you. “I know you,” he says simply.

“You don’t know anything,” you say to him through gritted teeth, quickly regretting what you’d done last night. You make your way back to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed with your phone in hand as you watch Hyunjin pour milk into his coffee.

Jisung’s contact glows under your thumb as you fidget with the screen, pressing down on his name and then dragging away so that it won’t dial. You play the conversation in your end, debating what you could say to either him or Hyunjin to fix this- but your emotions are clouded with traces of yesterday, and nothing useful comes to mind.

As you weigh your options, you catch a glimpse of Hyunjin from the doorway, observing the way makes himself comfortable in the kitchen.

His box cutter tears through the previously sealed cardboard boxes, digging through his items for brushes and paints. He hums as he undoes all of yesterday’s efforts- confident, unwavering.

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JEON JUNGKOOK SMUT

Jungkook was your family friend, son of your dad's biggest business ally. Both your families have known each other for years. You both met at every family dinner, festival gathering and parties. But all you both did was bicker with each other.

It all started when your dad made you meet him for the first time when he was eighteen and already helping in his dad's business but you were a spoiled brat. You spent your dad's money and did all the stuff you loved, and he was doing his business major while you did not want to do business, and chose the line for fashion. Your mom, dad did not like it. And Jungkook teased you about it.

You both started fighting over every little thing. He teased you about your stupid exes and he ate your favourite dish and finished it at a family dinner just to irritate you. He untied his dog in front of you knowing that you're scared of dogs and laughed while you screamed on top of your lungs as the dog did nothing but chase you around his garden.

It all made you hate him, so much that you always go against him in every situation and find ways to piss him off. Like spilling soup on his favourite sweatshirt and saying it was a mistake in front of the whole family. Prank calling him with your college besties and irritating him. Driving his car that he loved to death and scratching it against a wall, by mistake obviously. He hated you too.

But now you're stuck at a dinner not only with your families but other businessmen who your dads knew. And you were sitting beside Jungkook on the couch in the restaurant. You both were sitting close to each other and couldn't even shift away because other people sat there too. It felt like a big conference meeting instead of a family dinner.

You were supposed to be acting civilized because there were important people on the dinner table and your mom had warned you not to bicker with Jungkook or create any scene. Jungkook was probably given the same instructions because he was quietly sitting there.

The table was covered with a beautiful patterned sheet and dining. You put your elbows to the table as you heard everyone talk and you too laughed at their jokes. Jungkook sat there folding his hands over the table and he looked at you as you laughed.

"She laughs like a mare" Jungkook whispered to himself and chuckled wryly but you heard it and shot him a glare. But you looked away as you noticed your mom's eyes on you. And you ignored him. After a few seconds, his shoes landed on your feet as you wore heels and your toes got pressed and hurt under his heavy shoes. "What the-" you whisper yelled but stopped yourself gritting your teeth. But everyone was busy talking among themselves.

"Sorry, it was a mistake." He mumbled. "You'd never miss a chance to piss me off." You said. "No." He got on your nerves. Your toes still hurt with stinging pain and you lose calm. You poured a glass of water in front of you and dropped the glass on the table, the water fell over Jungkook's jeans and the rest on his shoes. "Oh, sorry, it was a mistake." You say as everyone paused and looked at you both. You gave him a fake smile and he returned with a chuckle. "Gwenchana!" He smiled. As everyone looked away he gritted his teeth and you both shared a fuming glare.

He got up and excused himself to go to the washroom and you bite back a smile. He shot you a side eye as he went. Later, he came back, his jeans had dried from the water but the wet stain still remained. "Looks like you wet your pants, jungkookie" You mumbled, chuckling a bit as he sat again next to you.

"Stop making fun." "Who started?" You glare back. "I just said the fact, that's how you laugh like a mare. And shoe one was a mistake, I apologised too." He said.

"I don't think it was a mistake. And your apology was fake, just like you." You bicker slowly so no one hears. "How to apologise then for real?" "By looking sincere, getting on your knees and rubbing your nose at my feet." You said.

"Do I look sincere now?" He made a puppy face, hella cute but it can't fool you. "No." You said. And he dropped his fork that was kept on the table. The starters were there and everyone was busy eating them or sipping soup. "Oops!" He exclaimed and slid under the table. He was on his knees. He tapped at your feet and you got a little startled.

You peep under the table and he sat there kneeling down and bending so his head doesn't hit the table. "What are you doing?" "I'm on my knees." He said, again with a puppy face. "Get out." You grit your teeth. "You don't want my nose to rub at your feet?" He asked. "NO! Get out!" You whisper yelled.

You wore a dark red, short dress that went a little up from your knees. You pulled it slightly down as he sat under the table. Next moment he picked up the fork and placed a hand on your thighs as support to get out from the table and you stare awkwardly at him.

The dinner was soon on the table and you begin to serve yourself from the bigger plate. "Serve me too." He said as you had a plate of sushi. "Help yourself." You said keeping it on the table. "No, you do it." He practically commanded.

"Jeon Jungkook, you don't have hands?" You mocked. "I do.." he said placing one hand on your bare knee as your dress was above it, and he dug his tiny nails on your skin, "but I want you to serve me the sushi." You did not want to create a scene as his hand pressed on on knee under the table so you did as he said, placing the sushi on his plate.

"Pour me some water." He said after sometime. "Stop ordering me around." You grit your teeth. "You're not gonna create a scene here and I'm just having fun for tonight, the rest of the time you act like a whining goat."

"You want fun? I'll give you the fun." You said still in a mocking tone. He arched an eyebrow but you said nothing. After a moment as he moved his hand to grab the water, you placed it away. Then you took the last sushi which he had wanted from long. Then you stomp his foot under your heels and he groaned. Everyone asked what happened he just said that the noodles were too hot and then looked at you, you were smirking. You continued to crush his feet under your heels and his white shoes got dirty as well. He looked at them and got furious.

He placed his left hand on your right thighs and grabbed you tightly. "Behave yourself, you understand?" "Or what?" You ask though you were not so confident. "Don't provoke me, girl." He said. "You're a dick." You whisper but he heard.

The next moment he slid his hand through the hem of your dress to your inner thighs and pinched you there. You whimpered slowly. The act was covered under the table. "You want it? My dick, don't you?" He asked whispering in your ear. "What the fuck you're saying and doing? Get your hand off me." Your conversation went in whispers.

You held his wrist as he slid his hand more towards inside and he caught you all wet, dripping through the fabric of your panties and his eyes widened. There was food in your mouth and you coughed and drank water. Everyone's attention was towards you for a while but he did not remove his hand. He started rubbing you instead. And you clenched your thighs trying to move his hand away but he's stronger than you.

"Jungkook, stop!" You whisper. "Your pussy doesn't agree with your words." He said as he rubbed you and your wetness continued to drip through your panties. "Get up, just a little." "Why?" You ask. "Just get your ass up!" He ordered in whispers. And you act like you're taking something from the table and move your hips up.

He grabbed the elastic band from the side and at once, pulled it down. You widened your eyes in shock and looked at him, sitting right back at your seat. He takes your panties completely off as it falls on the floor. He drops a spoon and bends to take it. He grabs your panties and keeps them inside the pocket of his jacket.

"Jungkook- ah." A sigh leaves your mouth as he shoves his hand again between your thighs parting them away. He rubs your naked clit and you can do nothing but bite back your moans and whimpering. He slides one finger inside you and you sit with a mouth full of noodles chewing them, to act normal.

"Mmhph-" you finally let out a sound. "It's delicious" you faked a smile towards the girl, who's daughter of Mr Lee, one of the business allies of your dad who sat just across you. The others again continued to talk as the dinner was done, still everyone remained seated. And Jungkook's hand did not move away from your pussy. He thrusted inside you with two fingers and you held the table clenching your fists for your dear life and purse your lips so as not to make a sound.

The conversions and the chatter was an exaggeration. Everyone just blabbered even though dinner was done. "Mom, dad. Y/n is not feeling well, should I drop her home in my car? As you all are probably gonna take some more time for the dinner." He asked.

"Oh, sure, if she's not well, drop her home. We might be late."

"Who's unwell?" Your mom dad heard too. "Y/n. Right y/n?" He gestured you to say yes with his eyes piercing through your soul. You nodded to your mom dad. "Yes, I'm feeling sick. I gotta go home." You said. "Oh darling, then go, Jungkook will drop you." Your mom said.

They trusted Jungkook very much and since their family knew yours since years, the trust had built so strong that they'd be at ease, leaving you with Jungkook alone, even for the whole night.

He had moved his hand away, it was so wet but he took his to his mouth and licked his two fingers he used to thrust you like he's savouring the last drop of a very delicious dish. This slutty man whore.

"Let's go." He grabbed your hand and took you to the lift of the restaurant. It was on 13th floor. The lift door cloosed and he pinned you to the wall of the lift, pressing the button to the underground parking. The lift took a little time to move down so many floors but you resisted him thinking someone might enter. And it happened.

The lift stopped at 6th or something floor and you pushed Jungkook away from you. He stood straight. Someone entered in the lift and it closed and went down to the parking. He looked at you all the while smirking at the way you stood, clenching your thights and pulling down your dress, cause your panties rested in his pocket.

Finally you both get out and he took you to his car and started the engine, he took his car out the parking and into the roads. He drove a little away from the posh area of the city. Yours and his mansion was far away from the main city and so on the way it was usually the woods and empty highway roads. He took the car there and pulled over on the side of an empty road.

"Get to the backseat!" He ordered. And you do so from the middle space of the driver's and passenger's seat, you jump back on the backseat of his car. There was enough space in his Mercedes. He locked the car from the inside completely. The windows were tinted, so no one can see what's going on inside.

He came back too and grabbed your waist and began to kiss you. Like a wild beast, like he's been starved forever. And both of yours lips moved in rhythm as he played an r&b music in the car. He sucked on your lower lip and you nibbled on his upper one. Your tongues fight with each other for dominance but he wins pinning you down the seat.

He placed his knee in between your legs and does them apart. You moan and whimper just with his kisses. "You can scream as you want darling, no one can hear you except me."

"Jungkook.. you.. what are you doing?" You ask breathing heavily. He moved his hand up your thighs again and rubs you and thrusts you all over again and you moan loudly.

"Is it not clear what I am doing?" He thrusts his fingers deeper inside you, two of them. In and out, back and forth, deep and on surface again and again.

"But.. we're... we are enemies." You said. "You crossed that threshold tonight, darling. And as much as I hate you, I want to fuck you senselessly in this car right here. So bad that you can't move until monday." He said. It was a friday night.

"I hate you, asshole." You say out loud. "but you want this don't you?" He asks. You say nothing. "Tell me or I won't touch you again. I will drive you back home and drop you there alone for the rest of the night."

"No. No. Please. I mean. Do it. I want it." You speak. "Say clearly babe. What do I do? What do you want?" He asked.

"Fuck me. I want you to-" he cut you off as he kissed you hard attacking you with his tongue.

His hand one on your neck, held your face and the other inside your pussy. He sat up on his knees after a few seconds. "Unbutton my jeans and undo the zipper." He said. You did so. And his big, huge crotch that was suffocating beneath the denims bulged out. "Pull it down." You pulled the jeans along with his underwear down and you gasped at his big erection. You place your hands on your mouth.

He chuckled loudly. "Are you scared babygirl?" He asked in his hoarse voice coming near you in your neck.

"No." You say out of fake confidence. "You can take it? Right?" You gulp down looking at his dick again.

"Yes." You say. He lands in a kiss again .He pulls your dress off of you and unclasps your bra in one go. And gets on top of you, body over body. "Spread your legs, wider." He said grabbing your thigh and you do so. He rubbed the tip of his erection on your cunt but does not put it in, teasing you. Then he chuckles like an idiot when you throw you roll your eyes. He keeps teasing you, grinding himself on your thighs but not doing what needs to be done.

"Just put it in and fuck me, will you?" You said out of frustration. "Desperate enough?" He asks, smirking. You scoff. "Say, please." "No.." you glare into his eyes. "Then I won't -"

You cut him off begging him and holding his length in your hand trying to get it inside. "Please.. please just do it!"

"Good girl." He smiles and thrusts it inside you, in one go. He pushes in deeper and then takes it back slowly, "You're on birth control, aren't you?" He asked. "Yes!"

"Okay, tell me if it's too fast or too rough." He says and then catches up a pace thrusting in you, and moves faster and faster as you moan. "Is it okay or should I go slower?" He asks. "Jusk keep going, ah..!" You request.

The car shakes as he keeps grinding his hips, diving in deeper inside you and despite the music the slick sounds of your moans fill the car. You're lying there, a beautiful mess that he created.

"Grab the hand door handle. It's locked safely." He says, turning you around so he can fuck you from behind and you arch you back and grab the hand door as he slides inside you from the back. "Aaah! Jungkook- I.. I'm gonna.." you manage to speak between your heavy breaths.

"You're gonna ruin my back seat, aren't you sweetheart?" He asks. "That's what you care about?" You turn your head and shot him a look while he thrusts in deeper. He grabs your breasts and pulls you back towards him, tossing you over his dick, hitting you deep inside your spot. And you moan loudly.

"No baby, I care deeply about your pleasure, so deep..." He groaned. He holds your breast with his one arm and slides the other one down to rub your clit as he keeps thrusting you and finally you feel trembles all over your body and let out a series of moans. And you came all over him, your wetness oozing out and dripping all over his dick and the backseat.

"Fuck!" He grunts. He archs your back, pushing you down on the seat as you take support from your hands. And finally after a couple more thrusts he lets out his release inside you. And it trickled from your cunt making your inner thighs soaked and ruining the backseat. He finally groans and lays back to the opposite hand door and you too, lay back on the seat letting out a sigh.

He looks at you, completely messy, with hair falling all over your face and your body covered in sweat and his cum. And he chuckled softly. "What?" You ask. "Look at you. So messy, so ruined. Guess I found a way for every time you piss me off or argue with me and cause trouble. I would've fucked you right there at restraunt in front of everyone but it would be indecent." He said.

"You were fucking me with your fingers disguised from everyone, there at the table. You know how hard it was for me to control my moans?" You whined.

"But you were so wet for me baby, how could I not. Will you argue with me in front of everyone now?"

"Yes, I will. What makes you think I won't piss you off?"

"Haven't you learnt your lesson?" He asked.

"No." You deny.

"Let me take you to my mansion. The other one, where no one else is there."

"What about our mom and dad?"

"They trust me with you so much, I'll tell them I took you out for a little drive."

"And look at what you're doing"

"You wanted it too."

After series of teasing and mocking, she puts on her dress and he too wears his jeans as he drives to his mansion taking her with him. He called their mom and dad to inform them and tell them that he's taking her out as she wasn't feeling good and she's safe with him.

"Next time, think before you piss me off. I won't care where we are, at a party, at family dinner, in public event. I will have my way with you."

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jovialnachofire · 10 months

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so kind

Pairing : Jaehyun NCT x male reader

Genre : smut, soft sex, nipple play, kisses, soft jaehyun

Warnings : NSFW!!

A/N this was requested!! Hope you like it!

Maybe teasing Jaehyun wasn't the best idea in your situation, but it was waaaay worth it than leaving him looking all sexy :(. Now look at you... under his control with his lips latched onto your nipples, biting and licking the poor little buds.

Your whimpers couldn't be held back due to the action of the older. Fucking hell, his lips felt so good on your nipples :( you didn't want him to stop at all. Yet, he did to get to the best part of yous activity.

"Be good for me and spread your legs wide open for me.. I wanna see all of you." He said in his natural deep voice. His tone made your tip so wet :( yet you listened and did what was told. You spread your legs as wide as you can, exposing your musk which made Jaehyun so hard for you :(! You clenched around nothing but air at his deep staring.

"Luckily, you prepped yourself earlier, hm?" He said, now his cock poking your hole. You didn't answer since you were already fucked out by nothing but licks and bites on your pretty nipples. Jaehyun smirked at how messed up you look before pushing in without warning, making your eyes shoot open at the amazing feeling.

Jaehyun already started thrusting in and out of your hole, lord it felt so good to have him so deep inside your guts right now... His thrusting didn't stop at all. He kept on fucking you gently and slow yet so deep. Your moans and whines came into his ear and out the other. It was like music to his ears.

"You like this, hm? Me fucking you so good?" He asked next into your ear, groaning at how warm you felt around his cock.

His words felt like music to your ears, your back arching at how big he felt inside you. "Gonna cum--!!" You managed to say "Come on, cum for me. Make a mess" he said, still thrusting so deep and slow, making you come on the spot!!

Such a good boyfriend

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euaphoru · 5 months

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“If I let you look, do you promise not to laugh at it?” He mumbled, feeling your soft lips kiss on his neck while your hand is palming his clothed bulge. “Of course not, baby. How could you say that?”

Gosh he felt so embarrassed, thinking he wasn’t too big for you— feeling the need to please his girlfriend without being too small, hell, not even knowing how to use it.

He shrugged, “I-i don’t think I could ever please you like your other boyfriends—” he doesn’t finish his sentence after he feels a hand slap his cock, making him jolt up, “don’t ever say anything bad about yourself like that again.”

He gives you a warm smile and goes back to his thoughts, what’s the worse that can happen? His hands reaching down to unbutton his pants while pulling them down along with his boxers. He makes eye contact with you only for him to see the shocked look on your face, was it that small? he thought.

He starts to overthink things with that plastered look on your face, quickly going to cover himself up with a pillow until you move his hand away and begin to move closer to his erection. “How are you soo big???!” He tilits his head in confusion, “You’re not lying to me, right?” He asked, looking down at your hands climbing up his knees and closer to his hard on.

“This…is a fucking weapon, ‘don’t think i could lie about something like this.”

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leipzen · 5 months

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euaphora · 9 months

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.ܸ ྀི - SIN FOR ME | twitter links

bimbo

toys

nature

cowgirl

pink dress

car ride

hold on

sitting on his face

hike

rubber off

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moonduckling · 1 year

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Haechan, Jaemin x Sleeping In Bed Together

[Haechan]

Most definitely would need to have a pillow fight with you! (Also, let him win because he's a sore loser🤣)

Will try to tickle your feet, while you're not paying attention.

Needs to have you wearing his boxers and shirt in bed.

Forces you to take off your bra before bed. Says, It gives him a softer pillow to sleep on at night!😏

He's the KING at taking the covers, just so you can hang onto him like a koala.

Massaging your breast while laying beside you is a favorite past time of his.

Talking while drifting off too sleep is a must do every night.

Will tell you how many kids he would love to have with you, which would lead to him being buried knee-deep in you!🥵

Will play the game when he knows for a fact that your in deep sleep.

He likes listening to the sound of you snoring so he can tease you about it later.

On days where he falls asleep before you (which is not often) he loves it when you sing a soft song for him.

He can't keep his hands to himself.

Watching the TV on low volume so he can hear the whole house, just in case someone comes in.

Just bring the whole refrigerator, okay 👍

Places a pillow between the both of you when you guys are having a fight. (Don't worry he ends up moving it because he needs your touch)

Tell him in any type of way that your better at anything that's related to woo-hooing 🌶 and BABY best bet he will have you eating those words.

[Jaemin]

His very cocky in bed and needs to tease you all the time.

Says he don't need the covers because his body temperature is very high, but ends up hugging onto you asking for some cover.😂

Hates to have to get up and go get something for you BOTH to eat, rather you go do it.

You guys often have pillow fights because of the fact which one of you are the most cutest.

Loves to cuddle, but says he's really not into it🙄(lies)

His favorite thing is for you to sleep with no underwear it keeps him able to touch whenever he wants 😏

Leaving hicks on you while your sleep, he gets off on that. (In a good way)

If you wear panties he will steal them off you so he can have them the next day. (If you know what for🥴

Sleeping with no underwear for him means he could be slowly dragging himself in and out of you?

Tell him "NO" or "I'm tired of you!" and that's your 🍑.

He likes watching you whisper his name while your sleep.

Going to sleep before you is something he can't do because last time you drew on his face.

Watches TV like a old person who can't hear. "Huh, what did it say? Turn it up!"

Sleep with him is like sleeping with a snake.

Loves cockwarming

He can't keep his hands off of your butt another perk of the no underwear rule.

Likes waking you up so you can see the sunrise.

Haves a fear of sleep with no cover over his toes.

Sleeps on top of the unfit sheet. (The one with straight edges)

Author Note: Sorry this came 6 or 5 days after the first one 😅. I had wrote Haechan's but I had to write Jaemin's. Which I had to go do some research on him because I don't know much about him. Anyway, Thanks For Reading and *Chenle and Jisung's COMING NEXT. *

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neotiny · 4 months

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Take a Break

Stoner!Haechan! Afab Reader! Dacryphillia! Possesive Nature! Smut!

MDNI 18+

None of my Works are affiliated with Sm Entertainment Nor Nct. This is purely Fiction. Please read at your own risk.

2k words!

"Im so fucking tired."

You gripped the roots of your hair.

Honestly between going back home to visit family, a heavy work schedule and running a side business. It was just too much to handle "Im so fucking tired."

You gripped the roots of your hair. 'Honestly you just needed a break.

*ring ring*

"hello." You answered in an annoyed tone.

"Well good morning to you too princess."

You held a smile to yourself.

"Haechan I'm serious. I'm trying to plan out my activities for the week. I have to wash clothes and I also have to clean the house. Plus its raining and i'm hungry."

You answered him.

The brown hair boy sighed on the other end.

"It sounds like you need company..food and help so the best boyfriend in the world will be on the way."

"No. Haechan wai-"

The other end went flat.

You and Haechan had been together for about a year. He is such a cute possessive jealous sweet heart. He always checks up on you when it comes down to doing anything because in his words,

"We all need a helping hand, I've got two for you sweet cheeks."

But to be fair without him, your life wouldn't be as interesting and cute.

You love Haechan and He loves you.

You were sitting on the floor. Your clothes were separated into four piles.

Jeans. Tops. Intimates. Jackets.

Another section of the floor was all of your work papers and textbooks.

Another section was legit all the fast food bags, ramen cups and water bottles.

You stood up to stretch for a minute.

putting one arm over the other and then holding for ten seconds and then repeating with the other side.

You then bent over and grabbed your ankles.

That earned a whistle from the other side of the room.

"I see another position we could try."

Haechan said, following his remark with a low chuckle.

"You scared the fuck out of me."

You kind of startled.

"I scare you with my sexiness I know, I know."

He said, He took his wet jacket off and sat everything on the counter.

"Remind me to steal my key off your key ring when you fall asleep."

You said returning to your original standing position, coming toward him giving him a hug. His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you more into him and your arms wrapped around his neck.

He gave you a light kiss.

"Even if you stole it, you would end up giving it back to me because you love me so much."

His brown slicked tendrils tickled his forehead as he smiled and made kissy noises.

"Anyways I brought you chick fil a, this new scented fabric softener that smells like fresh linens that you might like, and I bought us this bracelet making set. You need to rest and enjoy your time with me."

You picked up the fabric softener and smelled it. He was right. It had a strong fresh linen smell. Almost like fresh babies in sheets.

You opened the chick fil a bag and took out your food..

Meanwhile Haechan had changed his clothes into something light. He kept some of his clothes at your house, so when times like these, he was already prepared to stay the night. A basic gray tee and black shorts.

He had a blunt he had pre rolled.

"Thankyou for the food baby."

He looked your way and smiled.

You opened the window to your apartment and the rainy ambience, the dark clouds and sky, and the sound of the waves crashing in the distance was such a good feeling. The apartment needed fresh air and it smelled so good.

Your boyfriend took the lighter you had laying on the living room table and put it to his blunt. You haven't even eaten your food but something about stoner haechan was so sexy.

He grabbed the end and placed it in his mouth while lighting the other end.

The way his eyebrows focused onto it, his slight pucker up against it, his inhale, and the way how his eyes closed after he took that first breath was sexy.

Your mouth dropped.

"I want to try."

You said.

"what?"

His tone was in disbelief.

"I want to try."

You said.

You leaned more into him. He took another hit from his blunt and the pinkish/red color was starting to form into his eyes.

"Ok. Take it really easy. Don't hold it in too long or you'll start coughing. If you need a drink, I have mine right here." He said

You grabbed the blunt from his hands and took a hit.

Your throat had a small burn but then settled down after you exhaled. You looked at the blunt and it had some of your lip gloss on it.

"Babe, I accidentally left my lipgloss onto it." A pout followed after.

"It's okay." Haechan said in a sing-song tone.

He laid his back on your lap and you ran your fingers through his slicked hair.

"You know, I wasn't planning on smoking, but it feels good to feel my body go into relaxation mode." You said.

"It surprised me. You never smoke with me.. you normally comfort me if I green out."

He giggled and took another hit. As he exhaled, it went out his nose and downward so it wouldn't be in your face.

"Baby?"

You asked him. This time your fingers separated his blue highlights from his normal colored hair.

"Yesssss?" he replied.

"Thankyou for this."

You said.

Haechans eyes were fully red and your eyes were not that red but more so pink.

But it felt like he could see through you. He jolted up. This time sitting up while he threw you onto his lap.

He scooted you closer and grabbed under your chin to ignite a kiss. You don't know what it was. Was it the weed? or was it the tension Haechan had brought on?

The kiss felt more passionate. His lips being softer than ever and his tongue tasting so sweet.

His hands left the small of your back and he brought them towards the front of your stomach. It tickled and you were taken aback, but his warm hands felt so good.

You took your hands and decided to take it upon yourself to rub his chest and follow down to his abs.

Haechans body was a force to be reckoned with. His body was toned. Not too muscular and not skinny.

You weren't as high as Haechan so the more you touched him the more sensitive and whiny he was.

You tilted his head to the side and released his lips and started working on his neck.

Soft kisses and opened mouthed kisses all over his neck.

His cheeks were tinted pink.

You then felt something poking at you.

"I see someone is excited."

You squint your eyes and he bit his lip.

"You do shit like this to me and then tease me." Haechan said.

"Fuck this. I can't wait anymore."

Haechan took his blunt and set it in the mini ashtray. He scooped you up and sprinted up the stairs.

"Hyuckie. Don't drop me. You're moving fast.”

"I need to fuck you. Im gonna fuck you so hard that you wont stress over any of thing anymore*." He gasped.

You ended up back on top of Haechan.

The kiss stopped and he took two fingers and put them in your mouth.

"Be a good girl and suck for me. Get them nice and wet"

You sucked on his fingers while saliva coated them.

Haechans boxers were already off and to be fair you were down to skip the foreplay and get into action. But because he was so cute when he was high, you gave him the benefit of a doubt.

His fingers were coated as he traced your walls and took the small shorts off.

He was sucking on your breast and eased back when he felt you were already wet.

"Doll I love this feeling. But can you just slide down? You're killing me."

"I was waiting for you hyuckie."

You replied.

Haechan laid on his back and grabbed your hips sliding you down.

You gripped the headboard, arching your back.

Haechan was enjoying the look of you. Curly hair all sweaty, your soft love handles, your cute little pout and your cute reddened cheeks.

You bounced up and down but slowly.

For some reason it just feels so much better slow.

His veiny cock coated in your juices. Honestly all you needed was a camera in the room. It would’ve caught the nasty potential porno you both were making.

and snuck up and wrapped around your neck.

He then put his own kick on it and started moving his hips upward.

He took his free hand and grabbed your hair. Pulling it back.

Some small whimpers released from your lips. Your eyes were tearing up. There was too much going on. From his new position, you were still sucking on his fingers, him gripping your hair. It felt too good.

He then started hitting the g-spot.

Here come the little nasty words he had.

"I've been waiting to fill you up."

He whispered. You could tell he was holding back a whimper.

"I've been waiting to destroy this little pussy. I missed this."

You couldn't even moan his name right. It just came out as gasps and whimpers.

"You wanna cum for me? Hmmm? You wanna cum all over me and coat my cock like a good little slut?"

He yanked your hair a little harder and that invoked an orgasm and a bit of pre cum coming from you.

"What if I sped up and then really made you squirt?" He laughed and sat up.

Pausing his actions he pulled you down to his chest and bear hugged you and started clashing his hips up against yours really fast.

He left a little peck on your chin.

Your back arched and pushed your breasts up against his chest and his cock was driving you crazy.

"What are you about to do?"

You asked.

He giggled in response.

Haechan was a fucking menace.

He then took it out and started rubbing his tip on your clit.

You felt yourself starting to squirt on accident.

Meanwhile he came.

Boy were you a sight. Truth be told, that was the nastiestess you both had in a minute.

He pulled out and you collapsed onto the bed.

Leaving little kisses on your neck, to under your ear. That felt so good.

"Is my baby ok?"

Haechan had the nerves to ask you that.

But he was so cute when it wore off.

You shook your head in a yes motion, way too tired to give a proper verbal answer

The blunt high had worn off and now it was just the natural high you both had.

"I'm coming back, hang on."

He left with a wink.

He came back with a warm wash cloth cleaning you up and giving you his shirt a clean pair of panties.

You sat up and got dressed and got up. Aching legs to follow.

You slowly walked down the stairs back to the kitchen to grab the food you hadn’t even finished. It wasn’t cold but it wasn’t hot either… so why not eat it.

Haechan on the other hand re-lit his halfway already smoked blunt.

You popped a french fry into your mouth and put the clothes into the washer.

“No more sex on my busy days. Its like 10:35pm and I didn’t do what I needed to do. You distracted me.”

You said.

Your lips curled upward and followed with a slight squint.

“It's not my fault. You clearly enjoyed it. You needed to take a fucking break. Complain again and I’ll have you on my face next.”

Haechan blew some more smoke out of his nose and deepened his gaze. His furrowed eyebrows spoke for him.

“Whatever.”

He really was the most annoying but best boyfriend in the world.

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creation-kpop · 11 months

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★ ｡ ࣪ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

★ ｡ ࣪ 𝓜𝓞𝓓𝓑𝓞𝓐𝓡𝓓 𝓝𝓐𝓩𝓔𝓞𝓝

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seonghwa-potatos · 10 months

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The bully’s a sub?

- soobin gif -

summary: What happens after a fight with your bully ends up leading you to have dinner with his parent.Your left alone with Soobin to get your guys’s act together , expecting to end up fighting once more you find something quite odd in his room, changing your opinion on him.

pairings: bully!sub!soobin x rough!dom!reader

warnings: anal play, creampie

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Walking into class you prepared yourself for whatever was going to happen.Sitting down in your seat you begin to read a book, but then none other than Soobin takes it.”Y/N so what ya reading”he says holding it and laughing.”well it's not important” he says tossing it on the floor and putting his foot onto it.You get up “Soobin What the fuck is wrong with you”You ay feeling defeated.”Every damn day I have to deal with your bullshit and Im fucking tired of it.” you say clenching your fist. “So what?” he chuckles looking at his friends. You take the chance swinging your fist at him but you miss.He then grabs your arm “If your gonna try to fight me, number one tip is to swing straight…even my little brother knows that.” he smiles sarcastically

The only emotion you could feel was anger, as he tosses your arm down you grab your book on the floor.Tossing it at him as hard as you can at the back of his head.The class went silent.You take a step back, he turns running towards you, you never seen him this angry.He lunges at you and you both fall onto one another, but you flipped yourself on top, making sure you pinned his arms down with your thighs.”IM TIRED OF YOUR FUCKING BULLSHIT”you say tears running down your face and he just looks up at you stopping his fighting to get you off of him.”pouring water onto me was so damn funny to you guys wasnt it” opening your eyes he looks at you as if he feels sorry, but you could care less.”Remeber I was gone for a week from school, It was because your bitch ass got me sick”you say hitting his chest.However you didnt realize that your pin on him, you were losing it. He flips you over “Stop being a bitch, crying over this, really?Are you really crying over something as little as this?” he says laughing.He looked crazy laughing like this was the funniest thing to him ever.

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING, GET UP… NOW” the Teacher says storming in.Soobin gets off of you and you swing your fist, punch him in the face as hard as you can.He just shoves you away from him.Wiping the blood off his lip.”OFFICE NOW” the teacher yells walking you both down.

Sitting in the office you both say nothing waiting for your parents to come get you.

30 mins later.

“Mom, you know I've told you for months about how he kept messing with me.” you say

“Y/N fighting won't solve any problems, I raised you better than this…but thats why were gonna fix this today” she says you questionly raise your eyebrows “Today?, How” you say

“We're having dinner with his family later,” she says, hopping into the car.

“Dinner?” you say concerningly.”No , mom he’s literally the devil's child…Dinner? You can't be serious” you say, looking at her as if she's crazy.

“Well you're gonna get dressed, we have to leave by 4:30”she says.Arriving home, You just wish you could lay in your bed and do nothing for the rest of the day.Eventually you went to sleep hoping your mom would just cancel.

“Wake up Y/N and get dressed.” she says as you're half awake and half asleep.”Huh?”

You say then you remember you have to have dinner with Soobin.”Mom please I really don't wanna go.''You say doing those bubbly crying eyes at her.”No you're going Y/N be dressed in 10 mins were leaving then”, she says closing the door.

Dragging yourself out of your room you plead with your mom one final time, but she says this is for the best as you both head out the door.

15 mins later you guys arrive at his house.Walking in you see Soobin with his bruised lip and laugh under your breath.He glares at you knowing he heard you. Once the table is set up you sit across from one another as well as the parents.As you guys eat Soobin’s dad says “We want you guys to stop this childish act,So me and Mrs Lyn (Your mom)will be leaving while you guys solve your guy’s problems” he says as if this was the solution. “Dad, are you really gonna leave me with her?”he says like a whining.you roll your eyes wanting to leave the room in an instant.”You guys are gonna act like your age,If come back and everythings a mess with you two, you won't have your phone,xbox,or television for a month.”(18) his dad says expressing how he wasn't lying.”Same goes for you Y/N “ your mom says as they both hid to the door.” Yall stay on your best behavior while we're gone.” your mom says closing the door behind them.

“Don't touch any of my shit, and stay out of my room” he says going to the bathroom.You wanted to put him in his place so you go upstairs and find his room,You just lay on his bed admiring his room.”He really thinks ima listen to him now” you chuckle to yourself getting up you look around and see his walk in closet.”Hmm he got some nice clothes i'll admit that.” you say looking around and then you see this purple looking thing hiding behind shoes.You grab it and it's a dildo.You hold in in shock.He likes to be fucked in the ass. Ima definitely use this against him you were thinking.You lay on the bed wondering how he got this big ass dildo up his ass.”I told you not to go in my room” he says yelling opening his door.His face goes pale and his face drops.”W-what are you doing touching my stuff”He says as if he’s embarrassed.He runs after you trying to grab it, but you wore heels your about his height so you stand up and he tries jumping and reaching but to no surprise he can't. “Please just give it to me.” he says with bright red cheeks and ears looking down. “Now why would I do that?” you laugh at him in his face.You put your finger onto his chest pushing him down onto the bed. “Y/N, i'm sorry for bullying you, I- I never meant to take it that far” he says you can tell he’s embarrassed but so what.”Strip” you say smiling, doing that sarcastic smile he does.”S-strip” he says panicking.”Why would I do that” he says looking everywhere but your eyes.”Well, you wouldn't want anyone to find out would you?” you say finally knowing you have something to black mail him with.He begins to strip only to his underwear he covers himself in his underwear.You sit in a chair facing him “That too”you say pointing. “Do you not understand the meaning of stripping?” you say almost getting out of your chair.He then removes his underwear. “Let me see,” you say teasingly, laughing.”S-see what” he says flustered more than ever. You move the chair forward, moving his hands out of the way.”This” you say as you laugh a little.”Wow it is pretty big” you say using the whipping stick out of your bag holding it up as if you were observing it. “Now can I get dressed?” he says, stepping back and covering himself once more.You look at him crossing your legs “I'm not done” you say looking him in his eyes.”What do you want from me?” he says with a bit of sass in his tone.

“Don't get sassy with me…Now you're gonna take this dildo and shove it up your ass in front of me” you say throwing the dildo at him.

“R-really are you serious” he says worrisomely.

“Do you want your friends to know what you do on your own time?”you say seriously without laughing.

He grabs puts a finger in his ass and tries preparing himself, but he cant reach so far it seems like. “C-can I grab m-my lube out of the closet.” he says

“Where is it” you say looking at how flustered he is.

“Top shelf to the side of the box right when you walk in.” he says looking away.

Grabbing the lube you come out and put some onto your finger.

“Y-you don't have t-too do it” he says talking fastly

“Shutup” you say, pushing him down and making his back arch.

You put one finger in and he groans trying to hold himself from moaning. “Let those sounds out for me” you say into his ear while putting two fingers in.

He lets out a soft moan he tried to keep from coming out.”So what other toys do you have in there” you say wondering how kinky this motherfucker is.He doesn't say anything except his muffled moans into the bed.You grip his hair moving his head up. “Answer me Soobin?”

You say sternly.He moans each word out saying ” C-cuffs, ot-ther dildos, an edging t-toy”he says.”Where are those toys?” you say putting 3 fingers in. His moans get louder “I-im not telling y-you”he says I then shove my fingers in and out at a paste. Leaning over him I take my shirt off, pressing my boobs onto his back.leaning towards his ears.You whisper “you really think you're gonna make demands” you chuckle.”You don't have options” you say grabbing his dildo and waving it in his face.Moving it to the back of him you put it in him and his moans come out full.You hear them as clear as day.”Im glad your my bitch now” you say pushing it further in as his back arches farther.”Y/N t-the toys are in t-that box” he says.He looks as if he can't hold no more. “You cum when I say you can come”You say looking into his eyes getting up from the bed and grabbing the material.You then place the cuffs on him moving his arms to be behind him.You then begin to take your pants off and underwear off slowly looking at him smirking.His dick starts to twitch.”I- I can't hold n-no more Y/N” he says moaning out.”Your gonna hold because I said so” you say sitting him up looking into his eyes.You put yourself on top of him pressing your folds along his cock.You feel his twitch bit by bit and you tease him more and more rubbing down his chest.”you want it” she says “Y-yes I want it, please”He says whines for it.You then pull yourself up and positioning yourself facing him going down onto his cock.He groans moaning your name, his moans begin to sound like pants.You then grab his head pushing the sweat off his hair.His adams apple bulges out as his head cocks backwards as his moans wont stop.”Soobin your such a naughty boy” you say pushing him onto the bed and going up and down faster.He lets out a moan as if he cant take it anymore “cum in me “ you say and you feel his cum ejaculate all inside you eventually making you both sticky as you keep going.you push your boobs into his face and suffocating him with the smell of you as well. “ You're such a good boy Soobin, now if you could act like this from now on we won't have any problems will we?” you say whispering into his ear.”No, ma’am” he says heavily out of breath.

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