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nocturnal | choi seungcheol [M]

summary ⇾ tipsy from after-work drinks, seungcheol returns home on friday night to find you asleep. he tries not to look, but his wandering eyes keep drifting over to your slumbering figure, and he knows rest won’t come easy when you seem to be tempting him even in your sleep. seungcheol could resolve his little predicament all by himself, but shouldn’t you be the one to take responsibility for making him feel this way?  

PAIRING // choi seungcheol x fem!reader

GENRE // some fluff, mostly smut, pwp (i mean it, I'm warning u), sub!reader, dom!seungcheol, fiancé!seungcheol

WARNING // 18+, explicit sexual content, established relationship, unprotected sex, somnophilia, consensual voyeurism, male masturbation, slight size kink, oral (m&f receiving), creampie, fingering (f receiving), edging, choking, thigh riding, talks about having kids, cheol is a teasing little sh*t

WORD COUNT // 13k

AUTHOR’S NOTE // 13k of just smut lol btw have yall seen GDA cheol? the all black fit and rolled up sleeves and the dark hair... moving on, happy new year to everyone who reads this, may 2024 bring us endless happiness and love ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅ do reblog if u enjoy this fic. I'm working on a wonwoo fic that has ten times more plot than this so pls stay tuned for that :) song rec is rock your body - clara la san

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You're already in bed when your fiancé returns home from work, drifting in and out of sleep, wanting to wait for him to come home but unable to fight your weariness. Friday is always the busiest day at work, and the idea of being able to stay in bed until noon the next day only makes you want to wait up for him even more.

Seungcheol must think you're already asleep. It's reasonable that he thinks that way—you're a light sleeper and often go to bed early. He tries his best to stay quiet as he moves around. You had barely heard him enter the apartment, and only faint thuds of his sock-clad feet can be heard as he meanders around the house. 

When Seungcheol enters the bedroom, he's a little sceptical as to why the bedside lamp is still on, casting a dim, yellow glow across the room. His eyes search for you, finding you cocooned under the covers, lying on your left side with your back turned to him. He knows you can't sleep with any light on, but he deduces you must've been waiting for him and inevitably succumbed to sleep. 

Seungcheol moves toward the full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom. He's slightly tipsy from downing a few beers with his co-workers after work. He feels light on his feet, and his once-gelled hair is no longer slicked back, some unruly strands now falling over his forehead. He hears you shift on the bed as he loosens his tie, but he doesn't think much of it, proceeding to unbutton his dress shirt.

Two buttons in, he hears movement from the bed again, and this time, he looks in your direction in the mirror, taken aback when his eyes meet your bleary ones. He turns his head to look at you, his mouth curling into a lazy smile. "I thought you were asleep," he says in a low voice. 

You say nothing, propping your elbow up on your pillow and leaning your head against it to get a better look at your fiancé. He turns back to the mirror, and you notice the rosy tint colouring his cheeks. You sigh dreamily, admiring him from the bed. Seungcheol is tall—that much is obvious—but those dress pants do his legs wonder. 

When he reaches for his belt, you can't help but stare. His dress shirt is still tucked into the pants, the first few buttons open, baring the soft skin of his chest. Your eyes wander, and you think Seungcheol does notice. The man does not miss a thing when it comes to you. 

The sound of his belt unbuckling makes your legs curl closer to your body, and Seungcheol definitely notices this time because he stops his movement, fingers hovering over the button of his pants. When he turns on his heels, your eyes finally snap back up to look at his face. He doesn't say anything as he approaches, coming to a stop beside the bed, towering over you.

He reaches one hand out to caress your cheek with the back of his fingers. It's a feathery touch, and your eyes naturally flutter close, head tilting into his touch just the slightest. Gentle fingers thread into your hair, brushing it back and tucking loose strands behind your ear.

Your eyes snap open when you feel his thumb against your bottom lip. At first, it's harmless, and he's only dragging the pad of his thumb across your lip, but then he starts to dip further into your mouth. He lets out a soft sigh when your lips part, allowing his thumb to rest against your tongue. Then, your mouth wraps around his finger, suckling at it softly, and his breath catches in his throat when he feels just how warm and wet your mouth is.

It's over before you want it to be. Seungcheol smiles a little too innocently, removing his thumb from your mouth and patting your cheek. "Get some rest, baby. I'm going to take a quick shower."

You don't stop him as he walks into the en suite bathroom, surprised that he hadn't immediately taken his clothes off and taken you right then and there. Seungcheol's self-control has always been immaculate when it comes to sex, but refusing to do it on a Friday night when neither he nor you have work tomorrow morning? You chalk it up to his exhaustion after working overtime, so you lie back in bed, eyes refusing to close even though your body is screaming at you to rest.

Seungcheol emerges from the bathroom not even a minute later, shirtless, belt discarded, pants unbuttoned. He takes off his silver Rolex, carefully setting it down on the bedside table near his side of the bed—as always. To your disappointment, he doesn't spare you even a glance before walking back into the bathroom.

You find yourself sighing, anticipating what seems to be an uneventful Friday night. You and Seungcheol usually spend Friday nights together— going out for dinner or unwinding with a movie on the couch. But if your lover is too tired to do anything other than sleep, you understand. You also have days when you feel too drained to do anything other than lie in bed and mull over your thoughts. Besides, it isn't like you don't have the entire weekend to make up for it—hell, you have your whole life to make up for it. 

Seungcheol leaves the bathroom door open behind him. It's not strange for either of you to keep the bathroom door open while showering. Privacy isn't much of an issue for both of you. 

You fall back asleep relatively quickly, not thinking much about the fact that the shower hasn't started running even though Seungcheol has been in the bathroom for at least five minutes.

You awaken again soon enough to the sound of soft sighs and some rustling from the direction of the couch placed near the bedroom door. At first, you try to ignore it, thinking Seungcheol might just be getting himself ready for bed. Then another sigh follows, and you peek an eye open to take a quick look. What you think will be a quick look turns into so much more. 

Your beloved fiancé sits with his legs spread on the white couch, still shirtless and wearing his dress pants. This time, however, his boxer has been pushed down just slightly, and he's lazily stroking his cock in his hand, his other arm splayed across the backrest of the couch. His skin is pale and milky, glowing in the golden light. He smiles when you prop yourself on your elbow, blinking blearily as if trying to comprehend what you are currently seeing.

He's rock hard, shaft glistening with pre-cum. You and Seungcheol have always loved trying new things in bed, pushing yourself to the limit, testing just how far each of you will go before you tap out. But this... the thought that Seungcheol was touching himself to the sight of you asleep—it stirs something in you. You've always loved waking up with Seungcheol's cock inside you. The drag of his cock feels especially good when you're still drowsy, trying to pull yourself together but failing each time because your lover just feels so good inside you. But this is different.

Seungcheol's hand speeds up, and the way he groans makes you lose your train of thought. The silver ring sits snugly on his little finger—the coolness of it must feel so good on his cock. You don't break eye contact, shifting onto your stomach and folding your arms underneath your head as you watch him. You wouldn't be able to look away even if you wanted to.

Seungcheol grits his jaw when he sees you smile. It's the last thing he expects. You look so sweet, and he starts to wonder about the sight he would be met with if he were to pull the covers away from your body. Are you wearing the sheer nightgown he always loves seeing on you? Or maybe you're wearing nothing, and he'd be able to spread your legs apart and slip himself right into the warmth of your needy cunt.

Seungcheol straightens his posture just a little, cock twitching in his hold at the sight of your smile. You look so at ease, enjoying this more than he had anticipated. He was half expecting to get an earful from you, thinking you would probably scold him for his bizarre behaviour, but this, he wasn't expecting at all, and that makes his cock harden, balls tightening almost painfully. Seungcheol feels as though he's about to burst from the inside. Your smile—as if you're taunting him, teasing him.

"Fuck, fuck..." he breathes out, head tilting back, eyes closing, savouring the feeling of his rough, calloused hand moving up and down his cock. The fact that you're most likely still watching him makes his abs tense up, trying to hold back from finishing too fast. It has barely been ten minutes since he started, but the sight of your smile feels like it's burned into the back of his eyelids. It makes his brain go haywire.

He risks another look at you and immediately realises he has made a grave mistake. Instantly, he's cumming hard, unable to hold himself back because you're looking at him so prettily—slow blinks and a sleepy smile. A loud groan rips from Seungcheol's chest, fist wrapped around the tip of his cock, stroking it just barely, trying to milk everything out. His cum trickles down his knuckles, down his shaft.

The intensity of your gaze, fixed squarely on his leaking cock, spurs Seungcheol to stand up. He rids himself off his dress pants and boxers, using the latter to wipe off most of his release before walking closer to you. Seungcheol stops on the side of the bed, stroking his softening cock almost languidly. He doesn't have to say anything, and you're already sitting up against the headboard, reaching a hand to grab at his wrist to pull him even closer. Seungcheol perches one knee on the bed, watching as you lick your lips at the sight of his cum. You're still fucking smiling, and he feels himself growing hard again.

"Enjoyed that, did we?" he says quietly, trying not to break the peace and quiet too much in case you feel like going back to sleep after his little 'show'. 

"Very much," you reply, voice slightly scratchy from sleep. 

Seungcheol is so thick everywhere, and it makes you dizzy. Your eyes roam over his chest, bulky arms, and firm thighs. Your lover has always been strong and filled in all the right places, and you love it. He has no problem picking you up, tossing you around, manhandling you into different positions. He doesn't struggle with keeping you steady when he's fucking you against the wall or any other surface.

You brush aside his hand from his cock, tongue lolling out to lick at the excess cum on his knuckles, cleaning it off his skin. The salty, bitter taste floods your tongue, and you immediately take him into your mouth. Seungcheol hisses when you do, loving the way your mouth envelopes him. You don't waste any time trying to take all of him in, mouth stretching almost painfully around the heavy girth that's starting to harden again, your thighs pressing together to get some friction. You must look pitiful to Seungcheol, trying to fit all of him in your mouth in your sleepy state, hips shifting slightly on the bed, trying to get some relief.

Breathing in, you look up—right into his eyes—before moving forward until the tip of your nose presses into his lower stomach. He breathes out a chuckle when you gag, throat constricting around his cock. Your eyes fill with tears, but you don't pull away until you're sputtering and the droplets of tears trickle down your cheeks. Seungcheol's quick to cup your jaw, thumb brushing against the pearling teardrops on your cheek. "Easy, baby... I know you're tired. Don't force it..."

Hearing Seungcheol's instructions, you stick to shallow motions, using your hand to stroke the rest of his length you can't fit in your mouth. Seungcheol's hip jerks forward a little when you drag your tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing the veins and circling the tip. Seungcheol mumbles an apology as he weaves a hand through your hair and starts to thrust his hips forward little by little, lost in the feeling of your mouth.

His cock glistens with your spit in the low light, and your eyes fall shut naturally, basking in the quiet noises Seungcheol is making. He doesn't force you to take all of him, pulling his hips back before the tip of his cock can reach your throat. You appreciate his sentiment, even if you feel awake enough to take whatever he gives you. 

Your eyes snap open when you feel the cold air against your bare legs. Seungcheol has yanked the blanket away from your body and is now peering down at your exposed form, clad in his grey shirt and a pair of white panties. Your panties are nothing special, but Seungcheol feels his cock twitch in your mouth when he sees the wet patch on the crotch of your underwear.

He can feel the vibration of your moan against his cock when his finger grazes over the damp spot on your panties. He can't resist using the tips of his fingers to rub over your clothed pussy, teasing up and down the slit, watching the way the drenched fabric sticks to your dripping cunt—thoroughly soaked and ruined before he has even done anything to you. 

When you pull away from his cock momentarily to take a much-needed breath, Seungcheol immediately leans down to capture your lips with his in a bruising kiss. He swallows all your moans, rolling his tongue over yours, dragging it against your lower lip. He doesn't pull away, even as he tugs the crotch of your panties to the side and starts to circle your clit with his fingers, which makes your legs snap shut, trapping his hand in between.

Seungcheol pulls away from the kiss, glancing down at his trapped hand before looking back at you almost expectedly. "Open," he commands. You don't need to be told twice, immediately parting your legs.

"Good girl..."

Seungcheol prods at your hole with two fingers, slipping both in only halfway. They slide in easily, slick from the wetness seeping out of your pulsing hole and the remnants of precum messily smeared all over his cock as he was jerking himself off.

"You got this wet from watching me? Or were you touching yourself before I got home?" Seungcheol grunts, gazing down at the way your pussy is fluttering around his fingers. The squelching sound is obscene, resounding throughout the bedroom. "Messy little thing..." he mumbles quietly, lost in thought as he lets his fingers dip into you right down to the knuckle. 

You gasp, pulling your mouth away from his cock to look up at his face. Seungcheol doesn't meet your eyes, seemingly entranced by the sight of his fingers between your legs. Bending one of your knees, you spread your legs wider. After dating Seungcheol for two years and being engaged for one and a half, you don't feel the need to hide from him nor the embarrassment of presenting yourself to him like you're his to own and use as he pleases. In all honesty, he possesses every part of you—your heart, your soul, every inch of your body. He is yours as much as you are his. 

When Seungcheol adds a third finger, he finally looks back at your face, not wanting to miss how your eyebrows furrow and mouth gape open at the tight fit. His fingers are thick—much more so than yours—but his cock is even more so, and he definitely needs to stretch you out to get you ready, or he will risk hurting you. There are occassions when a little bit of pain is most welcome, but tonight, his main objective is to give you pleasure.

With a trembling hand, you reach up to grasp at his cock, stroking him slowly, matching the pace of his fingers as they dip in and out of you. You know you won't be able to use your mouth properly, not when he's touching you so earnestly and looking down at you as though he hasn't ever seen you in such a position in your years of being together. 

"You touch yourself before I came home, sweetheart?"

You're quick to shake your head, slumping further down the headboard as he continues to play with your pussy. "No..." you whimper, jolting when he suddenly curls his fingers, tips of his fingers firmly pressing up against the spongy spot inside you that sends a current of pleasure darting up your spine. "I got so wet from watching you, Cheol," you sigh out, hips canting up to match the movement of his hand. "I love watching you..."

Seungcheol hums, grinning down at you, pleased with your response. "Aw, my baby always loves watching me, isn't that right?" 

His free hand envelopes the hand around his cock, urging you to keep stroking him. The ring on his middle finger glints in the light—it's the ring you gave him a week after his proposal. It serves as a reminder that no one else but him has the privilege to have you like this. No one else will ever get to touch you, kiss you, make love to you, and fuck you the way he intends to tonight. You're his, forever, and the idea has him grunting out your name breathlessly. 

With his hand atop yours, he guides your hand up and down his length at a pace that makes him hiss. Your hand is much smaller than his, fingertips barely meeting around his thick girth. His skin prickles whenever you tighten your hand around him just slightly every time your hand reaches just under the head of his cock, squeezing him just the way you know he likes it. 

"Fuck..." he exhales, sweat beading down his temple. "So good, sweetheart..."

"Cheol..."

"Hm? Tell me what's wrong."

You glance down at the hand between your legs, feeling short of breath from watching the way your slick seems to coat Seungcheol's fingers, some staining your thigh, some smeared on the palm of his hand. You suck in a big breath, stomach caving in. When you return your gaze to him, you're surprised to find he's already looking at you, the tip of his pink tongue peeking out to rest against his bottom lip. The way he's looking at you makes you feel sweltering hot. 

"My shirt, p-please," you stutter out, feeling suffocated in only one layer of clothing. 

Seungcheol immediately understands what you're asking, but he makes no move to take your shirt off. You whine when he suddenly retracts his fingers from your pussy, leaving you feeling so empty. He peels your hand off his cock, leaving you baffled and so goddamn frustrated. 

"Cheol, why'd—"

He hushes you, lowering himself onto the end of the bed. He grabs both your thighs, pulling you down from the headboard. His cock nudges against the back of your thigh, so close to where you want him the most. 

"Oh, God," you breathlessly pant. "Need you inside me," you tell him, feeling frenzied. You move to pull off your shirt, but he grunts, shaking his head. 

"Don't," he orders, using his grip on your thighs to spread your legs wide enough for him to be able to get a good view of your sloppy cunt, all slick and puffy from the onslaught of his fingers. "I like seeing you in my shirt," he says in a faraway voice, distracted by the sight of your pussy, hole clenching around nothing, almost inviting him to dive right in. 

You groan, propping yourself up onto your elbows, chest heaving. You lick at your dry lips, sending Seungcheol a pleading look, but he doesn't meet your eyes, too absorbed with the mess in between your legs. "Cheol, baby—"

Without warning, Seungcheol leans down, shoving his face into your pussy, mouth hungrily devouring your heat. You fall back onto the bed with a startled shout, jaw hanging open as you try to comprehend the sudden onslaught of pleasure that threatens to consume you whole. Seungcheol is good with his mouth and familiar enough with your body to know how to bring you close to the edge in only minutes. 

He's sucking at your clit noisily, manic with his movements like a starved man getting his first taste of food after days without it. He's greedy and ravenous, offering you no respite—not even a moment to catch your breath. 

You try to tell Seungcheol to slow down, to give you even a second to compose yourself, but only garbled moans of his name come out. By now, sleep is the last thing on your mind—only pleasure clouds it. You're trembling under him, helpless against the relentless assault of his mouth. 

When Seungcheol groans, the vibration on your most sensitive part makes you choke on air, lowering a hand down to grab the strands of his dark hair. When you try to move away from him, he clutches onto your thighs tighter, tongue teasing at your hole, swirling but never diving in. You're still trying to get away, overwhelmed. He notices this, and he brings both his arms around your thighs, hugging your legs close around his head. There's no room to move—he has you locked in. 

"Fuck, please, please, s-slow down! C-Cheol!"

He doesn't, lapping up all your juices, groaning at how your taste coats his tongue and how your smell overtakes his senses. He trusts you to say the safe word if it becomes too much. He also knows that you can take this—he has done far worse things to you before. 

The tip of his nose presses against your clit when he delves his tongue into your pussy, earning a rather rough pull of his hair from you. The pain shoots down his spine, making him slump down onto the bed to grind his bare cock on the bed. All of it makes him so light-headed. Your legs are tightening around his head, trapping him, but he doesn't mind, not even if your moans sound muffled this way. He'll get to hear you later when he fucks you silly into the mattress anyway. 

Tears brim in your eyes. Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth, dry from moaning so much. It's almost too much—how he is so ruthless with his mouth and tongue. He doesn't let up once, breathing in and out through his nose, delighted to be suffocated between your plush thighs. It's pure fucking torture, but it feels divine.

"Cheol... C-Close," you whisper, hoping he can hear you. 

He doesn't hear you, but he knows you enough by now. He knows the telltale sign of your orgasm approaching, knows how tight you get when you're about to cum, knows how your back arches and your toes curl. He looks at your face and reads your lips, repetitions of his name spilling past it. 

Then he's pulling your legs away from the sides of his head, ripping his mouth from your pussy. Your orgasm is brutally stolen from you, and the sheer frustration that surges through you makes you howl out his name. To make it worse, he only chuckles at you, hands rubbing comfortingly at the side of your thighs. The touch should be soothing, but it only leaves you angered. 

The sheer audacity of this man—

"You asshole," you spit out with all the venom you can muster, chest rising and falling rapidly. Tears of frustration trickle down your cheeks, and Seungcheol thinks the sight would be so lovely if he hadn't just been devouring you like you were his first meal in months. 

"Aw, don't be like that, baby..." he coos sweetly, lips and chin glossy with your juices. He wipes his face with the back of his hand before swiftly grabbing at your soiled panties, pulling them off you and tossing them somewhere in the room. He adjusts your legs, straightening both and letting them dangle over one of his shoulders. Holding his cock in his hand, he strokes it twice and then runs the tip up and down your slit.

"Choi Seungcheol, you're—you..." you trail off, finding yourself drawing a blank, still shocked by how he so meanly robbed you of your orgasm when it had been right at your fingertips. That, combined with how his cock is lightly dipping into your hole, leaves you feeling an untamed emotion, a sensation of chaos where you feel completely out of control, an experience both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Did you just call me Choi Seungcheol? We've been together for years, baby—let's not use full names now," he warns you before he sinks into you in one fell swoop, stuffing you full of every inch of him. There's a brief flash of pain as you try to adjust to the sudden stretch, hands tugging at the bedsheets and eyes rolling back. You hear him chuckle, prompting you to look up at him. You regret it almost immediately because the sight of him makes your hips lift off the bed, a strangled moan leaving you.

Your orgasm crashes into you like a freight train, sudden and jarring. You don't even register it yourself at first, at least not until the overwhelming ecstasy makes you go stiff in Seungcheol's hold, sobbing at the surge of pleasure that has striked you so abruptly. You had not had time to prepare yourself, so you try grounding yourself by grabbing his biceps and clawing at the smooth skin, leaving tender, red marks. 

"G-God, oh God, Cheollie," you whine, pinching your eyes shut because everything feels too fucking good, and you're struggling to bring yourself down from this euphoria and anchor yourself in the present. 

Seungcheol doesn't realise what's happening right away. He feels the way you clench hard around him, walls squeezing him so tight that he can't help but let out a small groan. He's caught off guard when he feels your nails digging into his arms. You're writhing underneath him—quivering, shaking—and finally, it dawns on him what has just unfolded. You just fucking came, all because he had eased his cock into your warm cunt. 

"Oh, baby..." he mutters, snickering quietly to himself. He coaxes you through your orgasm, pressing soft kisses on the side of your thigh. "Shh, good girl, that's it, ride it out for me, darling..." he murmurs against your skin, fighting back the urge to start moving his hips and fucking you through your orgasm. You've never been this sensitive before, and he knows he needs to approach this situation carefully. He doesn't want to overstimulate you too much and too soon, both for your sake and his. 

Seungcheol is equally perplexed and impressed at how little it had taken you to cum. All he had to do was slip himself into you, and you were coming undone under him? He feels his cock twitch at the thought. Seungcheol's only a man, and what you did has inflated his ego tenfold. He thinks nothing could ever top this moment, and he doesn't intend to let you live it down. 

You're not sure just how long it takes you to collect yourself. A gentle palm smoothes down your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. The soft voice is murmuring your name, pulling you back down, down, down from your drunken daze. 

"I'm sorry," you say, still a little disoriented, gaze unfocused. You see Seungcheol's outline and see his lips moving, but you don't hear anything except the pounding of your heart in your ears. You blink a few times, forcing yourself to adjust and snap out of whatever trance you were momentarily stuck in. "I'm sorry," you repeat after finally regaining your awareness. Your eyes zero in on Seungcheol—you can see him clearly now. 

"Darling, believe me, an apology is the last thing I need," he says, slightly relieved that you seem to be returning to your senses now. He carefully sets your legs to the side, leaning down and hovering over you with a leering smile. He has you caged in his arms, looming over you with his broad frame, making you feel small. "All I need—" he begins, nosing at your jaw, breathing in your smell, "—is for you to beg."

You let out a shuddering breath, feeling the tip of his cock nudge at the back of your thigh. Somewhere in the middle of your orgasm, Seungcheol had pulled himself out of your pussy, knowing he would most likely reach his own climax if you kept clamping down on him the way you did. 

"Beg?" you echoed back, tilting your head up, giving him more access to litter kisses on your neck. 

"Mhm..." He lets his teeth graze over the sensitive skin under your jaw, not biting, just gliding over your pulse point. "Beg me to make you cum again." He ends his sentence with a playful nip on your jaw, loving how you jolt under him in surprise. 

His request isn't unusual or odd in any way. Seungcheol has said worse things to you before—things so filthy and obscene it would make a sailor blush. His words carry an unfamiliar weight this time, provoking a shyness in you that you never anticipated would be caused by his words alone. 

Warmth begins to creep up your neck, and a lump forms in your throat as something akin to humiliation washes over you. The weight of the situation starts to dawn on you. Seungcheol hadn't even had the chance to move before you were creaming all over him like a bitch in heat. The thought of it makes you want to curl into yourself and hide until morning. 

Seungcheol must feel you tensing up because he's immediately pulling away from the crook of your neck, searching your face with his eyes. You avert your eyes to the side, unable to meet his gaze with the wild embarrassment coursing through you. 

"What's wrong?" he asks you. "Look at me, baby..."

You sigh, knowing he wouldn't just let this go. Still, as you drag your gaze back to his, you can't help the shameful furrow of your eyebrows. 

Seungcheol immediately knows. "Are you... embarrassed?" he asks, the corners of his mouth curling up just slightly. 

You groan, pushing at his chest to get him to roll over to his side of the bed. He doesn't resist, moving over to give you enough space to sit up on the bed. "Ugh... 'm not embarrassed," you grumble, tucking your feet under your legs so you're sitting cross-legged on the bed. You feel Seungcheol's hand on your back, palm warm over the shirt you're still wearing as he rubs up and down to soothe you. The gesture only makes you feel even more ashamed, especially since you can hear the quiet laughter he's emitting beside you. 

Seungcheol finds it so endearing when you press your hands to your face, hiding yourself from him. His grin widens when you whine into your hands. "What are you so embarrassed for?" he asks, fully knowing the answer but still baffled about how you're so flustered from doing something that he wants to keep stored in his memory until the end of his days. The way your bewildered face had morphed into one of pure ecstasy as your orgasm washed over you is something he wants to be able to replay in his mind again and again. 

His cock jerks at the memory, and he swiftly hauls the comforter up to the middle of his torso to cover himself up. He calls out your name softly, but you don't answer him, still hiding yourself with your hands. He lets out a small sigh, knowing he'll have to get your attention some other way. 

He soon notices your engagement ring sitting on the bedside table. He knows you avoid wearing it to bed, too worried that it might slip off during the night due to your restless sleeping habits. Then, he comes up with the perfect distraction. 

Reaching over, he swiftly grabs the ring from the table before settling back into his previous position. The movement makes you retract your hands from your face, curiously glancing at him.

Seungcheol is smiling, dimples on full display. You resist the urge to poke at the little dents on his cheeks, still feeling bashful about the incident. Then, you notice the small object he's fiddling with in his hand. He's tinkering with your ring, turning it over with his fingers, fitting it around his index, grinning when it doesn't even reach halfway down his digit. 

Seungcheol's eyes seem to darken when he returns his gaze back to yours. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he grabs your left hand, fitting the ring on your finger. The way it fits so perfectly around your supple finger evokes something primal within him. How such a small thing can symbolise the commitment and love you both have for each other is such a wonder to him. He knows that no wealth or material possessions could ever encapsulate the depth of affection he holds for you, let alone this piece of jewellery.

"If this is your way of distracting me so I don't think about what happened earlier..."

Seungcheol rolls his eyes playfully. "You're welcome to forget about it all you want, but it's gonna keep playing in my mind like a broken record whether you like it or not."

You release a sigh but refrain from arguing because Seungcheol's words ring sincere, and you're aware he wouldn't acknowledge your embarrassment anyway. 

He brings your hand to his mouth, tenderly kissing the ring. The gesture is intimate, even if he feels something entirely more carnal stirring in his stomach. "You're so much smaller than me. Could barely even fit the ring on my finger," he comments, thumbing at the small diamond sitting prettily atop the ring. 

Through your blush, you manage a reserved smile. "That's because you're so thick everywhere."

You don't mean the sentence in a weird way, but judging from Seungcheol's booming laughter, he definitely misinterpreted your words. He squeezes your hand once before tugging you down to settle half of your body on top of his. He lets you join him under the covers before cupping your cheek, urging you to look at him. 

"I'm thick everywhere, hm?" he teases you, watching how red immediately stains your cheeks. 

"Don't be gross," you grumble, letting him trail kisses from your wrist, then up to your palm, and settling on your ring. "What's with you and the ring anyway?" you ask him, finding it sweet but slightly odd that he seems so fixated on it. 

"I just had a thought, that's all," he responds, kissing each of your fingertips. 

"Go on." 

"That one day—" he says, eyes burning into yours heatedly, "—there'll be a wedding band beside this one, and you'll finally be mine forever." He says it airily, as if it's the most natural proclamation, with unwavering certainty in his emotions. 

Your heart sings at the declaration. "You're wrong on the last part." You press a fleeting kiss on his mouth, smiling when his eyebrow raises questioningly. "I don't need to be married to you to be yours."

Seungcheol grins, one of his hands skimming down your back, grabbing a handful of your ass over the oversized shirt you're wearing. "You don't know half the things you do to me, do you?" 

"I do, actually, and I plan to abuse that power," you jest, beginning to sit up, throwing one leg over your lover's hips to straddle him. 

Seungcheol is awestruck at the sight of you on top of him. You, all beautiful and celestial, and all his. He wants to worship you, ruin you, and defile you all at the same time. He's not in the right mind to say anything yet, so he only watches, both hands gliding up and down your thighs, getting higher each time, hiking the fabric of your shirt higher up as well. 

He breathes out a sigh when he allows himself to look down. Your pretty pussy is on display, all for him, with remnants of your juices on it and some smeared on your inner thighs. He's about to touch when you grab his wrist, slowly guiding his hand towards where you need him the most. He knows what you're asking of him, and he'd be stupid to deny you your wish. 

You gasp when Seungcheol starts running two of his fingers up and down your slit, coating his fingers in the wetness of your cunt, unafraid to get messy. When he sinks both fingers into your hole, you can't help but mewl, one hand grabbing onto his bicep and the other still wrapped around his wrist. 

"So wet for me, darling... You're fucking dripping all over my fingers," he says once he finally regains his voice back. 

Seungcheol is much stronger than you, and he could easily rip away the hand on your wrist and finger fuck you to oblivion the way he usually does it. This time, however, he lets you guide him, allows you to move your hips to match the rhythm of his movements, and allows you tug his hand closer to reach deeper into you each time he buries the digits. He's still holding the reigns, and he knows that—even if you're the one sitting on top of him—but seeing you try to handle and manage your pleasure all by yourself is so fucking—"Cute."

"Oh... fuck," you breathe out, swallowing hard when Seungcheol folds his free arm and tucks it under his head. He's pretty—bicep bulging and veins crawling up his arms. 

He grins when your pussy tightens around his fingers. "Think you could cum like this?"

"Mhmm..." You sit up straighter, balancing yourself with both hands firmly planted on Seungcheol's shoulders. Slowly, you switch to bouncing on his fingers instead of rolling your hips, wincing slightly at the burn of your thighs. Still, you push through the pain, aching for release, pressure in your stomach tightening at the way his fingers seem to reach deeper inside you at the new angle.

"Pretty, pretty girl," Seungcheol mumbles, more to himself than to you, but you still hear it anyway. It makes you light-headed. You love Seungcheol degrading you during sex, but hearing his compliment brings out a visceral reaction in you. It makes you giddy and scatterbrained—as though every coherent thought in your head simply just... wilts away. 

You bite your lip at his praise, eyelids drooping slightly, a dreamy look settling over your gaze. Seungcheol thinks this is his favourite look on you. You're not saying anything, but your eyes tell a story of themselves. He can see it—the way you're practically begging for him and his cock. 

"Please," you whisper, continuing to fuck yourself on Seungcheol's fingers, moaning wantonly at the mix of pain and pleasure. You're squeezing his shoulders with your hands, nails occasionally digging into his skin whenever the pleasure becomes a little too much. You're so close, and you think Seungcheol knows it as well. 

"That's right, baby. Is my pretty girl close?" he asks, shifting slightly underneath you, cock throbbing at the lack of attention, hard as rock at the adorable sight of you bouncing on top of him. He loves the way you look in his shirt, but he thinks he'd much rather see your perky tits jiggling in his face as you ride him instead. 

"Mhm, c-close," you profess, hands restless, wandering down to his smooth chest before settling around the base of his neck. You don't squeeze, only letting your hands linger as you chase your high. 

Seungcheol chuckles when he notices the delicate grasp of your hands around his neck. He knows you won't put pressure—you're too meek for that. And no, he's not underestimating you. In fact, you might be the only person in the world capable of reducing him to his knees with a glance. But between the two of you, it has always been him who would dare to do such a courageous feat. 

Seungcheol does exactly that. He slips his hand from under his head and clasps it around your neck, watching your eyes widen when he applies the slightest pressure onto the sides of your throat. You always cum so much quicker when he has at least one hand around your neck. 

Your whole body stiffens at the contact, pussy fluttering wildly around his two digits. "O-Oh, f-fuck, fuck!" You let your head tip to the side, eyes fluttering close as you near your high. Your legs are starting to go numb, but that's the least of your concerns when your climax feels like it's looming right around the corner. 

"Attagirl... that's it," Seungcheol drawls, applying more pressure when he feels your pussy squeezing tight around him. At this point, you must be growing dizzy from the lack of air and blood. He's careful not to apply any more force than he currently is. "What a pretty necklace," he taunts, awed by how perfectly his hand wraps around your neck. You're so much smaller compared to him. "Pretty necklace for my pretty girl..."

"Ungh, 'm cumming," you manage to slur out, movements growing more frantic, rhythm getting more sporadic the closer you get.  

"Look at me, sweetheart." 

It takes you a few seconds to register what he is asking. Your eyes drag over to his face. It's torture knowing you could be riding his cock instead of his fingers, but you know he'll want you to finish what you started. His fingers are doing a heavenly job, but the stretch isn't quite enough. You don't say that to him, though, knowing he'd probably give you hell for voicing it. He'd say you're insatiable and edge you until there are no tears left for you to cry. 

"There you are..." he says once your eyes meet his. There's a hunger in his stare—an unspoken promise of the things he will do to you once you've finished fucking yourself on his fingers. Your whole body tenses, cheeks burning when he nods as though urging you to let go. "Can you look at me when you cum? Can you do that for me?"

When Seungcheol adds the smallest amount of pressure on the grip around your neck, you can't help the unadulterated moan that spills past your lips. You're so fucking dizzy, vision blurring on the edges. It's getting increasingly difficult to keep your eyes locked onto his when the world feels like it's about to crash down on you. 

You still have your hands on his neck, and for a moment, you're distracted by how your engagement ring sits on your ring finger. The fat, silver diamond is a stunning contrast to his golden complexion. 

"Come on, don't get distracted now. Cum for me so I can finally get you on my cock, hm?"

You come apart with a broken shout of his name, soaking his fingers with your cum, milky slick trickling down his knuckles and dripping on his stomach. At the height of your pleasure, Seungcheol decides to release his hold on your neck, letting the air and blood rush up to your brain. The sudden surge feels exhilarating, rendering you frozen in bliss as the feeling rips through you. 

"Fuck, sweetheart," he remarks, his free hand coming up to brush back the hair from your face, letting your head loll into his hand sluggishly as it braces the back of your head. You look exhausted, back slouched and chest heaving. Still, he notices the way you're slowly grinding on his fingers. He knows you need more. "That looked like it felt good."

You nod, letting him slip his fingers out of you, sucking in a sharp breath at the sudden emptiness. "So good. Thank you..." Everything feels like it's aching—your legs, your back, and your pussy most of all. You're far from done, but you allow yourself to rest, lowering yourself to lie on top of him, face buried into his neck. You breathe his scent and allow it to root you in the moment. 

Seungcheol wipes his stained fingers on your shirt, tsking you when you whine in protest. "It's literally your cum—why are you so grossed out about it?" he teases. 

"Because..." you say slowly. When you realise you have nothing to say, you pick your head up, blinking at him. 

Seungcheol hums, eyes amused when he looks down at you. "Mhm?"

You don't have an answer, so you kiss him instead. Seungcheol welcomes the kiss, letting his tongue meet with yours in a feverish kiss that makes your hands cling fervently to his hair. You're shifting on top of him restlessly, letting your pussy settle over the length of his cock, sighing heatedly into his mouth and letting his tongue swirl around yours sloppily. 

Seungcheol grunts at the way you let your pussy slip up and down his throbbing cock. Your cunt is hot and so fucking wet, and he feels like he might combust from how good you feel against him. 

Two orgasms should've been enough for you, but you know you won't feel fully sated without Seungcheol's cock dipping in and out of your pussy, leaving it all messy in a mix of your cum. You're not sure whether you can cum again, but you do know you want Seungcheol's cum inside of you, and soon. 

"Inside," you whisper against Seungcheol's lips, not letting him respond before you smash your lips to his again. Reaching down to grab at his cock, you're just about to line the tip with your hole when he shoves you away with a harsh grip on your arm. 

You yelp in surprise, the world turning into a blur, hardly comprehending that you're no longer sitting on top of him. You're now lying on your back, staring wide-eyed up at Seungcheol as he hauls your shirt off, leaving you just as naked as him. 

Seungcheol can't help how his eyes gravitate towards your tits, all on full display for his eyes to feast on. "Fucking perfect," he mutters, one hand jerking up and down his cock as his eyes roam up and down your body, taking everything in. The sight isn't foreign to him, but all the blood still rushes to his dick the same way every time. You're too fucking perfect. If ever comes a day that he ever sees a single flaw in your body, he'll fault his eyes instead. 

When you sigh, it comes out half a moan. "Hurry, Cheollie," you tell him, spreading your legs wider, holding yourself open with two hands on the back of your knees, baring yourself to him unashamedly. You're too desperate for his cock to worry about self-dignity now. 

Seungcheol groans, stomach flipping at the sweetness dripping from your lips when you say his name so endearingly. "Alright, alright..." He presses one hand on the back of your thigh while the other hand grips his cock, running the leaking head up and down your sloppy cunt. "Just don't cum on me too soon like last time, yeah?"

"Why are you bringing that up!"

"Actually... maybe I wouldn't mind. You always shut up so good after you cum." He chuckles at the deathly glare you give him, choosing that exact moment to sink into your awaiting heat, amused when your glare twists into an expression of utter bliss. Oh, he could die happy like this—cock snug in your warm, tight pussy. He allows you a few seconds to adjust, letting his hands travel all the places of your body that he can reach, leaving your skin prickling. 

"Move, Cheol...Please."

Seungcheol smirks at your pleading, watching the way you spread your legs even wider for him—inviting and beckoning him to take you like you're the sweetest and ripest forbidden fruit. "How do you want it, pretty?"

Your eyebrows knit in frustration. Surely , he's trying to tease you, purposely prolonging whatever this is when he could already be fucking you into the mattress by now. Still, you humour him, hoping he will give in. "Any way you want, I'll take it."

Seungcheol nods with a hum, nibbling at the insides of his cheeks as he glances down at the point where his cock disappears into your pussy. "Any way I want, hm?" he echoes back, swiping a thumb at your swollen clit, snickering when your hips jump, causing his cock to slip out, heavy girth springing up to smack against his stomach. 

You reach down with one hand, guiding his cock back to your pussy, desperate to be filled again. "Please, just please." The words come out frantic, almost distraught. "I need you."

Eventually, Seungcheol relents to your pleas. You look so pretty when you're begging for his cock, and that look you're giving him—you look delirious already, and he has barely done a thing.

"Shh, I've got you, sweetheart," he mutters, slipping back inside. Much to your delight, he doesn't dawdle this time. Although he does start off slow, pressing forward until his balls are pressed firmly against your ass each time he sinks in, earning a quiet sigh from you every time. "Pussy taking me so well, princess..."

At this pace, you're able to feel every slide of his cock against your pussy, the way the veins along his length rub against your walls so delectably. "God, f-fuck, fuck, Seungcheol..."

Your lover is watching your face closely, groaning now and then whenever your walls tighten around him, but amused for the most part. He doesn't want to seem arrogant, but he thinks it's incredibly flattering that you still react this way to his cock after years of being together. You're always so eager for him, shivering under his caresses as if you're starved of his touch, as if he has never sunk himself into your tight pussy again and again, only to come back for more. 

Even now, as he hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him, you're sighing out his name so exquisitely, the syllables rolling off your tongue effortlessly. Your pussy drips for him, the sweet nectar leaking onto his cock, staining your inner thighs. 

A frustrated groan bubbles in your throat as you prop yourself up onto your elbows, scowling at the man who is currently not fucking you the way you both deserve it. The drag of his cock feels good, but you need more, and you know he does too. "Cheollie," you mewl in your sweetest voice, one hand grasping a handful of your breast, squeezing it in the hope of enticing him to go faster. "Need you to go faster, please..." 

Seungcheol doesn't try to hide his smirk, stopping the movement of his hips entirely. He knows you're trying to lure and tempt him, just like the seductress you are. He would be lying if he said your siren gaze and the sultry lilt of your voice don't make him feel as though he's spellbound. It's hard not to give in when you're looking up at him like you want him to wreck and pillage your body until you are practically ruined for everyone else but him.

When you flash him a saccharine smile, it's as if there is a magnetic pull drawing him down closer to you, mouth hovering over yours. He breathes you in, painfully aware of how his cock twitches inside you when you peer at him through your lashes.

"I thought you said you'd take anything I give you," Seungcheol mumbles, hot breath fanning against your lips. He pecks your lips once, angling his head to the side when you try to lean in for more, rejecting your kiss. He coos when you pout at his rejection. "So take what I'm giving you. That's what you promised me, isn't it?"

Then he swoops down lower to trail kisses down your jaw and neck, nipping at your collarbone. You're scowling at his statement, irked that he's using your words against you. Seungcheol doesn't seem to care about your current predicament, licking his way down to the slope of your breast, biting down on the skin with enough force to make it hurt. 

"Don't you want to feel good, Cheollie? Why are you making this longer than it should be?"

"Oh, don't you worry about me, darling. I'm very much enjoying myself," he murmurs, pressing tender kisses on the side of your breast. 

You're opening your mouth to retaliate but decide against it at the last second. Instead, you press your mouth together, saying nothing as you lie back on the bed. You'll let Seungcheol have his way with you for now. Whatever game he's playing right now won't last long, and his control will crumble eventually—at least, that's what you're hoping. 

When Seungcheol wraps his lips around your nipple, you let his name escape you in a sigh. His mouth is warm as he gently suckles, tongue circling the pebbled bud. You don't need to look down at him to know he's looking up at your face, taking in your reaction. "Feels good..." you pant when he stretches his jaw open further, taking more of your breast into his mouth, teeth skimming over tender skin. 

Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him in closer as you arch your back. The slight shift makes your brain short-circuit for a moment as his cock seems to burrow deeper inside of you, sending a flash of heat through your body. "Fuck, so big..."

Seungcheol hums against your chest, still sucking earnestly, lapping at your nipple with his tongue, pulling back now and then to look at the way your chest glistens with his spit. After some time, he switches to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, making sure it's covered in his spit just the same as the other one. 

You're not sure whether Seungcheol realises it, but his hips have started moving again, cock pushing in and out with no precise pattern, only seeking the warmth of your cunt as it sinks in repeatedly. It's addicting but agonising as well because you want more, and you're not sure whether you can hold out any longer. "Cheol," you softly call out, hoping to gain his attention. You don't wait for him to respond before speaking again. "Need you to fuck me, please..."

He pulls back slightly, blowing cold air on your damp chest, making you shudder. "Aren't I already?" he asks as he litters kisses on the valley of your breasts, fucking into you less distractedly this time, the force of his thrust growing harder. 

You nod, breath stuttering when he finally gains speed, not as fast as you'd like but enough for your mind to go hazy. "Y-Yeah, just need—fuck—just need more..."

Seungcheol's laugh comes out a little shaky. He pushes himself back onto his knees, ignoring your whine at the loss of his warmth. "Are you being greedy, princess?" He gathers both your legs together, letting them dangle over one of his shoulders, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs soothingly when he hears your sigh of relief from the switch of position. 

"I'm not being greedy," you grit out, looking up at him, hissing when he delivers a notably hard thrust. "Please, please, just... faster..."

"See, what'd I say? That was you being greedy." Seungcheol admires you from this position, drinking in the quiet sounds you're emitting, savouring the fluttering of your pussy around his cock. 

Your eyes begin to brim with frustrated tears. You love the man with all your heart, but this is taking it a little far, even for you. You're yearning for him, blood pounding in your ears, skin aflame with desire and an insatiable hunger that threatens to swallow you entirely. How much longer do you have to wait? 

"I can't, Cheol," you sniff, tears spilling onto your cheeks. "P-Please, I really can't—"

Seungcheol shouldn't feel so satisfied with how you're crying from how overwhelming it is, but an undeniable sense of fulfilment washes over him at the sight of your tears. This is what he wanted, after all—to test your limit and push you to the edge. "Alright, sweetheart, don't cry, I've got you..."

With a kiss to your calf, Seungcheol finally grants you what you've been begging for all night, quickly finding a rhythm that immediately garners a loud cry out of you. He sighs, cock finally finding relief at the friction. He enjoyed the game while it lasted, but this—it makes him think that maybe he should've given in sooner. You could've been filled to the brim with his cum by now if it hadn't been for his stubbornness to see you pushed to your breaking point. With this thought in mind, Seungcheol fucks into you even harder, trying to make up for lost time. 

More tears escape your eyes, but it's not out of frustration this time. It's incredible how quickly the tiny sparks of pleasure can become something mighty—an unreckonable force that racks through your whole body, vicious and ruthless, almost cruel in a way.

"Still with me?" Seungcheol asks, gritting his teeth at how well you're taking him, his hands squeezing onto your thighs roughly, the hold almost painful. But you're too preoccupied with your own pleasure to care about whether or not his hands will leave bruises. 

"Baby, you still with me?" he repeats. 

"Hmm..."

Seungcheol shakes his head, not satisfied with your answer. "Talk to me, sweetheart."

"Y-Yeah," you respond, breathing in sharply. "With you..." Your words trail off into a low moan, a sound that makes Seungcheol's eyes flutter shut as he ruts into you faster. 

The sound of skin slapping against skin resonates through the bedroom. It's lewd and unmistakable. His balls slap against your puffy folds with each thrust, sending your slick splattering everywhere—on your ass, on the bed, some droplets even landing on his thighs. He loves it when you get all sloppy for him like this. 

Your hand claws at his own, nails digging into his wrist. Seungcheol lets you remove his hand from your thigh, a growl ripping in his chest when he realises your intention. Before he knows it, he has his palm splayed on your breast, one of your smaller hands resting atop his, guiding him to squeeze. He squeezes once, then twice, relishing the way you moan for him when he does. "That's it, always so good for me. You deserve this, yeah?"

"Don't stop, C-Cheol..." When you look up at him, he seems torn between looking at your face or down at the spot where his cock meets your pussy. He doesn't settle on one, letting his eyes flicker back and forth, breathing growing ragged when he notices your eyes on him. 

"Why would I stop, baby?" He lets his free hand settle on your unoccupied breast, kneading gently, enjoying how you writhe underneath him at the contact. Both hands pinch at your nipples, twisting just barely until they harden in his ministrations. "Why would I stop when you feel this good?"

You hadn't been sure at first whether you still had it in you to cum another time after doing it twice in a short span of time, but a single glance at Seungcheol has you disoriented. Something is churning in your stomach, coiling and winding like a tightly wound spring, poised to release if twisted a little further. The more you look at Seungcheol, the less focused your gaze becomes. Tiny beads of sweat trace a glistening path down his temple, and fine strands of hair cling to his forehead—a testament to the strenuous effort he has exerted thus far.

"Cheol..." you whine, tensing your thighs together, arching your chest up into his rough touches. 

"I know, I know... I can feel you tightening around me," he grits out, veins in his neck jutting out as he continues to strain himself through his thrusts, beginning to lose himself in the feeling of being buried inside your heat. He retracts his hands from your chest to grab each side of your hips. This way, he has more control of your body, able to pull you down onto his cock every time he thrusts in, pressing into you deeper. "Shit, you feel so good, princess. So fucking good, taking me so well. You love this cock, don't you?"

You don't know whether Seungcheol knows how much his words affect you, but you certainly feel the tingling shudder lick a path from the base of your back to the nape of your neck. You let him grapple at your hips and move you however he pleases, using you for his pleasure. 

"Say you love this cock, princess."

"Love it—fill me up so well, love your cock..." you slur. 

"That's right, always so needy for it."

Seungcheol has been holding himself back for some time now, his balls heavy, ready for release. With the way your pussy envelopes him so nicely and the way you're moaning and whining out his name, he knows it will only be a matter of time before he finishes. "You close, baby?" he asks you, chest heaving with every laboured breath he takes. His eyes are screwed shut, afraid he'd cum too soon if he catches a glimpse of your fucked-out face and bouncing tits. 

"Mmph, feels s-so good..."

Seungcheol brings one hand down to the space between your legs, slipping his thumb through the tight press of your plush thighs, quickly finding your clit. He doesn't take into account, however, the way your pussy would tighten around his dick as soon as he starts drawing quick circles around the sensitive bud. He doesn't have the time to warn you, only letting out a strained growl of your name as he is thrown over the edge, emptying himself inside you, filling you up in ribbons of cum that seem never-ending. 

Taken by surprise, you can only squeal, wide eyes searching for his as you grab onto his wrist. Seungcheol keeps his hips pressed to yours, balls smearing slick over your ass as he fills you to the brim. You keen at the feeling, toes curling as you savour the warmth of his cum as it paints your walls white. 

He shudders as the last spurts finally spill inside you, his hips rocking gently on their own, riding out the last few seconds. "Fuck, baby," he groans. He's panting, trying to suck in as much air into his lungs as he can with each inhale, the impact of his orgasm hitting more forcefully since he had been unintentionally edging himself for the past hour or so.

He knows you will eventually ask for more, but he's relieved you're giving him time to recover. He leans his head against your calf and closes his eyes, trying to regulate his breathing. It's hard because the thought that you're still in front of him, naked, dripping his seed, makes him feel winded in a way that is obscene. 

"Cheol..."

"Yeah?" he grunts. 

"You okay?" 

He lets your legs fall from his shoulder, gently setting it down onto the bed, easing you to lie on your side. "Mhm... m' fine," he swallows, "just give me a minute."

When he slides out of you, you let slip a squeak that makes Seungcheol crack a small smile. He splays a hand on the back of your thigh, leaning back slightly to catch a glimpse of the mess between your legs. He can't help the stirring of his cock as he watches driblets of his cum leak out of you, seeping into the bedsheets.

Seungcheol finds it difficult to tear his eyes away from the glorious sight of your ruined cunt. He suddenly finds himself in a predicament. He knows he needs to take a breather, even if there is a part of him that aches to bury himself into you and fill you with his cum for the second time tonight.

Finally, he settles himself beside you, positioning himself so that he's spooning you from behind. He brushes his hand down from your shoulder to your arm and then down the enticing curve of your waist. Your skin is soft and supple against his palm. His caresses must tickle because your giggles fill his ears as you writhe away from his teasing touch. "Cheol..." your whine of his name makes a rush of affection wash over him. 

Seungcheol grins, pushing himself up onto his elbow to lean over you just enough to nestle his face into the crook of your neck. When he nips at your jaw, you let out a breathless sigh, and he knows it won't be long until you ask him for more. He would give you more if only he hadn't just finished twice over the course of an hour. He will have to find another way to satiate your hunger. 

Your eyes flutter shut, humming when you feel Seungcheol's lips on your shoulder blade. You don't say anything as you push your lower half into him, which earns a grunt from the man as his sensitive cock comes into contact with your ass. Much to your dismay, his hand immediately flies to your waist, gently moving you away from him. 

"Baby," he rasps, the strain discernible in his voice. He pecks your lips when you tilt your head to pout at him. "Turn over and face me, hm?"

Slightly confused, you do as he says anyway, gasping when he pulls you into him with a hand on your lower back. With your chest pressed into his and face only inches away, you give him a questioning look, circling your arms around his neck and pressing a brief kiss to his lips. "Now what?"

Seungcheol responds by kissing you. His kiss is hard and fierce, stealing your breath as he sinks his teeth into your lower lip, soothing the stinging bite with a fleeting sweep of his tongue. You arch into him, moaning into his mouth when you feel his free hand trail up your chest to settle on the nape of your neck, allowing him to have a better reign. 

Something presses against your aching cunt, and you have to break away with a dazed gasp, peering down between your bodies. Seungcheol has shoved his leg between yours, angling his thigh upward to press against you.

The hand on your back moves to the dip of your waist, encouraging you to roll your hips back and forth. The realisation of what he wants you to do makes you whimper. "Oh, God—"

"Shh, just focus on me, sweetheart. You can be a good girl and ride my thigh, yeah?"

When you try to respond, nothing comes out except a garbled moan. You must look so salacious to him—moving your hips back and forth like a desperate whore, dragging your wet pussy against his thigh, eyes rolling back from the simulation on your clit. You swear you see stars dancing in your vision, skin prickling as every thought in your mind withers into nothing. 

"That's it, I can feel how warm you are... So fucking warm and wet."

You try to kiss him again but find yourself pulling away shortly after, too dazed to keep up with the force of Seungcheol's kisses. His thigh is drenched and sticky from the mixture of your juices and his cum that has leaked out of your hole, but he keeps you stable with a firm grip on the back of your thigh. Whenever you roll your hips, the squelching sound from between your thighs is distinct, and it makes your whole face burn. 

With a sigh of his name, you weave your fingers through his hair, tugging when the stimulation becomes too intense for your liking. It feels fucking euphoric—the way his solid thigh feels against your soaked pussy as it drags up, down, up, down—but it's somehow not enough at the same time. 

Seungcheol thinks your moans sound like angels singing in his ears, and he eagerly drinks it all in, watching your face intently at the same time, relishing the way your eyes roll back during moments when the pleasure washes over you in waves. "So cute." 

"Fuck, Cheol, 's not enough..."

Seungcheol's mouth stretches into a grin, letting a few seconds pass in silence as he watches you rut desperately against his thigh, so keen to reach your long-awaited high. "Not enough? You're dripping all over me, though?" To prove his point, he withdraws his thigh from between your legs, shushing you when you whine in protest. "Let's see..."

Two of his fingers swipe at the sticky residue on his thigh. He lifts his hand to your face, showing the glossy remnant on his fingers. To further taunt you, he spreads the fingers apart, allowing a stringy thread of the creamy slick to bridge the gap between the two digits. He doesn't bother concealing his smirk when your sheepish face comes into focus, cheeks red from a combination of arousal and shame. 

You huff when he sticks his fingers into his mouth, tasting the slick that clings to it. The deep hum that rumbles in his chest kindles a fire in you that you know can only be doused by Seungcheol's touch alone. You can only watch, stunned, mind teeming with a flurry of wild thoughts as he finally removes his fingers from his mouth. 

"Now you choose, princess. It's either my thigh or nothing at all."

It takes you a moment to decipher his words. "But that's not fair..." you whine. 

"Just choose."

"I don't wanna..."

"Time's ticking."

You give in—of course you do. Knowing Seungcheol, he probably would stay true to his words. He wouldn't have any problem leaving you high and dry as he excuses himself to the bathroom to clean himself up. Then, he would come back to bed as if nothing had happened, and he wouldn't give in no matter how much you cling to him and beg for even an ounce of his attention. Then you'd have to wait until the morning to finally get some relief, either by his fingers or tongue, because he always insists on fucking you only after he has had his dose of morning coffee. It's infuriating, but it would be a lie if you said you didn't enjoy his pesky games. 

"Fine... Your thigh is fine."

"Use your big girl words."

"I need your thigh, please, Cheol. Pretty please..."

Seungcheol pauses briefly, letting your words sink in before he nods in approval. "Alright, if you insist." 

When he slots his thigh between your legs again, it's as if you've stumbled upon an oasis amid a scorching drought. The pleasure is liberating, and you're sighing his name against the crook of his neck, melting into his touch, going putty in his hold. You're grasping at both his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as the tautness in your stomach gradually builds again. It's slow, almost torturous, but the mounting tension from before has you trembling, and Seungcheol notices. He always does. 

"Breathe," he reminds you, tapping your cheek gently to ensure you hear him. "Take your time and breathe, 'm not going anywhere."

"Unghh, I don't know if I can—"

"You can, baby," he encourages softly.

Seungcheol pulls you even closer by your thigh, hitching your leg a little higher against his hips, spreading you open a little more. He can feel you throbbing against him, and the warmth emanating from between your legs makes him feel heady. 

"Fuck," he cusses, wishing so badly it was his cock that was making you writhe in his embrace and cry out his name so sweetly. "Stay with me. Are you close?"

You sob at the question. "I don't know. God, C-Cheol..."

"Hey, look at me, princess." Seungcheol nods when you finally compose yourself enough to look at him. "Breathe, and focus on me."

The movement of your hips doesn't stop as he mutters his instructions. 

"Uh-uh, keep your eyes on me," he reprimands when he notices your gaze flittering down to the glistening mess on his thigh. "That's right, keep those pretty eyes on me. That's it..."

You're sure you've lost all your ability to communicate effectively or conjure up a coherent sentence. The only word you manage to babble and stutter out is Seungcheol's name. No matter how much you try, you can't help the shaking of your legs or the ragged rise and fall of your chest as you try to gulp in enough air. It feels so fucking good—you want to tell him—but nothing comes out except choked moans and whimpers. 

"Don't worry about anything else. Just focus on the feeling..."

"C-Cheol, 'm close... I don't—I'm—"

"Shh, just relax. It's going to feel so good when you let go," Seungcheol says, hand still secure on the back of your thigh, helping you grind down against him. He thinks he might need a long, cold shower after this is all over. 

When you breathe in, the smell of Seungcheol's tantalising cologne fills your nose, and you can't help but cry out. The mix of patchouli and bergamot combined with the natural scent of his musk makes you tense against him. He smells heavenly. He smells like home. "Oh my God, ungh—"

"It's okay, you can cum. No one's stopping you."

Your eyes drift over his face, focusing on every feature and every detail, no matter how minuscule. Ultimately, it is precisely the look in his dark eyes that throws you over the edge. His eyes have an allure to them—filled with desire and longing that dance wildly in the shadows, luring you into their mysterious depth.  

The pleasure doesn't hit you all at once—it starts from the end of your toes, trailing up your legs, erupting into flurries of flames in your stomach, winding up your spine like an electric current that singes at every nerve. The euphoria builds like a crescendo, like a warmth that blossoms into an inferno and sweeps through your whole being. Your skin burns, but you feel as though you're drowning—chest tight, eyes glassy, mouth agape in a silent shout. Blood roars in your ears, and each heartbeat feels like a drumbeat, pounding against the confines of your ribcage, a relentless rhythm that drowns out every other sound. 

When the pleasure finally subsides, it leaves a lingering warmth that seems to simmer under your skin. It's a pleasant buzzing, one that makes you feel drowsy. You slump against Seungcheol, hiding your face in his bare chest, trying to hide your bashful smile that would give away how blissful you currently feel. You breathe in his perfume, grounding yourself, soaking in the heat of his body as he gently brushes a palm up and down your back. 

Seungcheol tenderly clasps your hand, lifting it delicately to plant a soft kiss on the inside of your wrist. His kisses trail down, mouth caressing each fingertip before turning your hand gently. With utmost reverence, he presses his lips against the glimmering engagement ring on your finger, bestowing it with two tender pecks, a silent promise sealed in each kiss.

"I love you," he whispers against your temple, nosing at your cheekbone. "But do you think you could cum that fast again?"

Still recovering from your high, you struggle to grasp his words. "What do you mean?"

"Like before. I mean, I was barely in you, and you were cumming all over me so fast I almost didn't realise—"

Your loud gasp cuts him off. "You are such a dick! Stop talking about that!"

"Never!" he objects, dimples showing when he grins. "It's going to make for the perfect story to tell to all our friends—"

Deciding your words won't effectively shut his blabbering mouth, you're left with no choice but to resort to slapping his arm instead, not stopping until he seizes your wrist, effectively thwarting your assault on him. 

"Okay, okay," he concedes with a laugh. "I'm just kidding. That story will forever stay with me and me only. I'm sorry, okay?"

"You don't look sorry."

"You're right, it was just so fucking hot—"

"You're insufferable. Break off our engagement right now."

The faux horror that overtakes his face is hilarious. "Alright, I'll stop. I really am sorry. Seriously."

You giggle at the admission. "You're stuck with me, you know? There's no backing out of a marriage with me."

He playfully sighs. "Hm, I'm not so sure about that.. I mean, it's not like we're already married—"

"Nice try, but I've already picked out my dress, and it's non-refundable."

"True, and I've just put a baby in you as well, so..."

You lean back, flashing him an incredulous look. "Again, nice try. Still on the pills, dummy."

"And what if they suddenly just... vanished?"

Snickering, you sit up, feeling unbearably icky and sweaty. "Why don't you marry me first, and then we can try having children. Deal?" You don't wait for his response, pushing yourself off the bed and shuffling your way to the bathroom. You can almost feel his eyes burning lasers into your bare ass. 

"Why don't you start calling me daddy from now on? You know, for practice?"

"Absolutely not."

"What do you think about having four children?" 

"I love you too, Seungcheol."

"Is that a yes?"

"You're cute."

There's a pause. "So, yes?"

"What should we do this weekend?" 

You hear him get off the bed, his thundering footsteps drawing nearer. "Stop changing the subject!"

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[veethefreeelf]

YOON JEONGHAN Fic Recs

M - Mature (minors DNI) / F - Fluff / A - Angst / HpE - Happy Ending

None of these works are mine, I tagged all the authors, make sure to go to the authors page, like and reblog their works

Pathetic Series by my fave writer on here: @leejihoonownsmyheart (all of her fics are gold for every member, do yourself a favor and go through all of them, trust me) -> M / minor F & A / HpE

New Year, New Me Series by again @leejihoonownsmyheart (I know she doesn't like us to rec this fic but it's been my fave forever before Pathetic so I have toooooo) - Also here's the link to her full Masterlist -> M / minor F & A / HpE

My Angel by my fave EVER @leejihoonownsmyheart JUST READ HER WHOLE WORKS -> M / minor F & A / HpE

More Than Friends - one-shot, 5K - by HER again @leejihoonownsmyheart -> M / minor F & A / HpE

I Hate U, I Love U - one-shot, 20.8K - by @wonusite - full Masterlist -> M / A / minor F / HpE

fall back down to earth with you - one-shot, 9.5K - by @97-liners - full Masterlist -> F / minor A / HpE

always been you - one-shot, 10.5K - by @darlingvernon - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

we get along infamously Series by @seungkwansphd - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

room for interpretation Series by @seungkwansphd again, seriously I love their writing too -> A / F / HpE

love café - one-shot, 17.6K - by @chocosvt - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Hurts So Good - one-shot, 8K - by @multiland - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

how to give a blowjob (and other things) for dummies - one-shot, 11K - by @multiland again, cause their writing is awesome -> M / A / F / HpE

Playboy - one-shot, 18.8K - by @starlightxsvt - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Behind the mask - one-shot, 7.1K - by @starlightxsvt again, because they are an amazing writer -> slight M / A / F / HpE?

Illicit Affairs - one-shot, 9K - by @solarwonux (please read In Another Life before this one to make sense - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

every summertime - one-shot, 16.1K - by @lovelyhan - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

ode to you - one-shot, 6.9K - by @lovelyhan again, because these two fics are incredible as is most of their writing -> A / F / HpE

daddy dearest - two-shot - by @horangare - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE

Holidate - one-shot, 13K - by @onlymingyus - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

blame it on me - one-shot, 5.4K - by @onlymingyus again and you should know what this means. It means I love this author and everything they write is awesome -> M / minor F / HpE

paris - one-shot, 50K - by @amourcheol - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

call me by his name - one-shot, 8.6K - by @sweetlemontart - full Masterlist -> M / minor F / HpE

Titty-Shirt! - one-shot, 13.2K - by @beefboyandbabygirl - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

twenty two days before we go our separate ways (twenty two days of not falling for you) - one-shot, 20.3K - by @kwallanghae - full Masterlist -> A / F / HpE

my guardian demon sucks at his job (not clickbait) - one-shot, 23.6K - by @shuaflix - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Girls Talk Boys - one-shot, 4.6K - by @drunk-on-dk - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE

Imperfectly Lovable - one-shot, 5.7K - by @drunk-on-dk again because their works are amaziiiiiing -> M / A / F / HpE

AMORTENCIA - one-shot, 25.3K - by @http-mianhae - full Masterlist -> A / F / HpE

keep it a secret - one-shot, 2.4K - by @sunflowersoonyoung - full Masterlist -> M / minor F / HpE

Hot Head - one-shot, 3.2K - by @glossyeon - full Masterlist -> M / minor F / HpE

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[sweetlemontart]

call me by his name | yoon jeonghan [M]

summary ⇾ to you, one of jeonghan's most admirable trait is his candid nature. he's straightforward with most people—if he's angry, they'll definitely know. but with you? he'd rather swim the ocean day and night than take his anger out on you. well, that is, of course, unless you ask him to.

PAIRING // yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

GENRE // explicit smut, established relationship, some fluff, mostly smut, sub!reader, jeonghan tries to be angry hard!dom but is actually a soft!dom cause he's too in love with mc, not much plot tbh mostly just smut

WARNING // 18+, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, oral sex and fingering (f receiving), degradation, choking, hair pulling, some spanking, creampie, slight dacryphilia, orgasm denial(?) ig, mentions of mc's past relationship with ex!seungcheol

WORD COUNT // 8.6k

AUTHOR’S NOTE // me casually coming back on here and posting after almost 2 years of radio silence (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡ btw this is my very first svt fic hehe i started liking them like a month ago? watching going svt is the only thing keeping me sane during my second year of uni :') i love jeonghan and all his manipulating mind games & cheating ways, it's the most attractive thing to me !! might drop a wonwoo fic soon too bcs he's a cutie and his wip is coming along nicely. hope u guys have been doing good hehe do like and reblog if u enjoy reading this, song rec is blue foundation - eyes on fire (skeler remix)

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Jeonghan isn't a particularly placid man. He's not excessively ill-tempered per se, but he is remarkably patient when it comes to you. You know how he is when he's angry, and you can't recall a single time when you've been on the receiving end of his wrath. 

When something ticks him off, his eyes will darken and the heated stare he gives is shrouded beneath his lashes. When he is truly livid, he'll usually walk away from the situation, and there'll be no room for anyone to say something they'll end up regretting later on. 

It's incredible, really, that he possesses the ability to bottle his anger up when it involves you. Anger is an emotion that can rarely be suppressed, but Jeonghan does it with remarkable ease. 

On any other day, perhaps you'd appreciate his effort to control his anger, but not tonight. You've made a serious mistake, one that goes against the one thing Jeonghan had explicitly stated from the start of your relationship—keeping secrets is a recipe for a failed relationship, so if you have something important to say, just say it. Jeonghan is a great boyfriend. He gives you the freedom and privacy to do things you want to do, but this particular boundary was crystal clear, and you just crossed it.

It was your fault, really. You had broken up with Choi Seungcheol only a year prior to dating Jeonghan. The break-up had been a mutual agreement, and there were no hard feelings involved. Over time, you gradually drifted apart and had minimal to no contact until... well, two weeks ago. 

It had been at a dinner party hosted by one of your acquaintances, someone who just happened to be Seungcheol's cousin. Jeonghan hadn't been able to accompany you, so you hadn't been able to introduce him to Seungcheol. Meeting Seungcheol again after more than a year hadn't been awkward. It was like meeting up with an old friend. 

Tonight, however, the universe seems like it's conspiring against you. You had been preparing dinner when you heard a notification chime on your phone. You had haphazardly tossed your phone onto the living room couch before cooking, and your boyfriend just happened to be doing his Lego in the living room, so you called out to him to check the notification. 

There was shuffling in the living room as he stood. When he strolled into the kitchen, his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as he held your phone in one hand, eyes fixed on the screen. "Who's Choi Seungcheol and why is he asking to catch up over lunch?"

Fuck. 

To be fair, you really weren't expecting Seungcheol to contact you after the dinner party. You had gone without contacting each other for more than a year, so what changed now? You had told him that you found someone new, so he definitely knew there was no possibility of rekindling your relationship. He was most likely trying to be friendly, but you understand why it would seem questionable to Jeonghan. 

Contrary to what you expected, Jeonghan hadn't gotten angry at you. He simply listened to your explanation and nodded. He became quiet, a glazed look in his eyes that you couldn't interpret. Then, he sets your phone down on the kitchen counter and hummed. Oh, he was annoyed, that much was obvious. 

"Okay, well, I trust you. Just... don't do it again," Jeonghan spoke with a slight frown, then walked out of the kitchen as though you hadn't just violated the one, single rule that you had both agreed to abide by. 

Perhaps you've gone stupid, because as your boyfriend walked out of the kitchen, you found yourself trailing close behind him. A tinge of irritation slowly bubbled up in your chest as you watched him casually plop down onto the floor to continue doing the Lego set he had been doing since earlier. 

"Is that it?" you asked him. 

Jeonghan momentarily diverted his attention from his Lego to meet your gaze. He blinked a few times. "I'm sorry?"

"You just... you're not even getting angry at me?"

"Um, am I supposed to be angry at you?"

You were taken aback by his response because it suddenly occurred to you just how silly you sounded. Did you really want him to get angry at you?

"Yes?"

Jeonghan nodded wordlessly, seemingly mulling over something in his head. 

"I made a mistake, you should be mad at me."

There was a pregnant pause before he chuckled, but there was nothing humorous about it. If anything, it sounded a little... sinister. "You want me to get mad at you, baby? Want me to show you how I'm really feeling?"

You swallowed. Suddenly, you felt small under the weight of his unyielding stare. You shouldn't have nodded, shouldn't have ever said anything about it at all, because now, Jeonghan has you on the bed, doing the one thing you had practically begged him to do—take his anger out on you. 

"G-God, please..." You're not sure what it is you're begging for. It's hard to think straight when Jeonghan is between your legs, lapping at your dripping cunt with his tongue. He had warned you not to touch him, but after several attempts of burying your fingers into his silky hair, he decided to take matters into his own hand, grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and pinning them to your heaving chest. 

Your fingers continuously curl and uncurl against your chest, desperately trying to grab at something to ground yourself. The pleasure coursing through you makes your head spin, your mouth feeling as dry as cotton as you continue to chant your boyfriend's name. 

Jeonghan hums against you, mouth suckling at your swollen bundle of nerves. Your jaw drops open at the feeling, eyes screwing shut as you let a moan slip past your lips. He repeats the cycle a few more times—kissing, sucking, licking—until you feel the familiar knot tightening in your stomach. 

To your disappointment, Jeonghan withdraws his mouth from you but is quick to replace it with his fingers. He's familiar with your body by now, knowing what gives you the most pleasure and which spots to press to have you coming undone in minutes. 

He's rubbing tight circles into your clit with his thumb, middle and ring fingers ghosting over your hole, not dipping in, only lingering there to serve as a reminder of the control he has over you. "Keep your hands there," he says, squeezing at your wrists once as a warning. Then he lets go of your hands and settles his palm on the inside of your thigh, spreading you open further. 

"Jeonghan..." you whimper, legs beginning to shake as the telltale sign of your climax begins to show. 

"I need you to cum on my fingers once before you can have my cock," he says, voice coming out huskier than normal. 

Straining your neck, you peer down at your boyfriend with half-lidded eyes, only to feel a rush of heat in your stomach when you see that he's already looking at you. In the dim light of your bedside lamp, you can just make out his blown-out pupils, almost obscured beneath the strands of dark hair falling over his forehead. His lips curl up into a wicked smirk, and your focus shifts from his eyes to the way his mouth glistens with your wetness. It feels so shameful, but the sight only makes you drip even more. 

"My angel wants me to be angry at her, right?" he asks you, pressing down harder on your clit, which makes you yelp with surprise, head dropping back onto your pillow. 

"Don't stop, please, I'm cumming... F-Fuck!" It's all you manage to say as you begin to writhe under Jeonghan's hold.

He clicks his teeth in disapproval when you shift your hands from your chest to your sides, fingers tightly grabbing at the bedsheet, twisting at it recklessly. He lets it slide, however, knowing you're trying your best not to touch him like he knows you so desperately want to. 

His ring finger dips into your hole just slightly, and the stretch isn't much, but it makes you keen anyway, breath catching in your throat as he plunges it deeper and deeper until it reaches his knuckle. He doesn't move it after that, keeping it buried there as he continues to play with your clit. 

"I've barely even started and you're already like this," he says in a mocking tone, teasingly biting down at your plush thigh. "Go ahead and cum for me, then. Show me how much you want my cock, baby..."

Your body caves to his words. The knot in your stomach snaps, and you cum with a loud moan that you don't even attempt to hide. Without warning, Jeonghan promptly replaces his thumb on your clit with his mouth, sucking hard, prolonging the pleasure. He doesn't mind the way your whole body is trembling or the way your thighs try to snap shut. 

"H-Hannie, fuck... fuck..."

The way you're mumbling out incoherent words only makes the blood rush down to his cock. He's painfully hard in his pants, wanting nothing more than to sink himself right into your tight pussy. It's getting increasingly difficult to think with his head than his dick. His self-restraint is starting to fray at the edge. 

"That's it, baby..." he mumbles, removing his ring finger from inside you, grinning when your hole tries to suck the digit back in. 

With his index and middle finger, Jeonghan spreads your pussy lips apart, ignoring your whine of protest as he continues to stare at your soaked cunt. It's humiliating to be so exposed and vulnerable like this, but why do you enjoy it so much? 

Jeonghan snickers, warm breath hitting your bare pussy. "Baby, I wish you could see yourself right now. Your cute pussy is clenching around nothing."

With a sheepish whine, you splay your hands over your face, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Hannie..." you grumble, hoping he would show you some compassion and stop teasing. But of course, Yoon Jeonghan wouldn't just stop there. You should know better by now that there is no one in the world more cunning and sly than your boyfriend. 

Jeonghan pushes himself up into a sitting position, sighing when he sees the way you've covered your face. He doesn't like it when you hide from him but surprisingly doesn't say anything about it. 

When you feel him shift on the bed, your curiosity gets the best of you. Peering cautiously through the gaps of your fingers, you're left dumbfounded at the sight of your boyfriend tugging his shirt over his head. The wisps of his dark hair that had been snagged by the shirt are left askew, and the view would be endearing if it wasn't for the devious look in his eyes as he looks at you. 

Then he stands, and for a second, you're afraid he might leave you there. It wouldn't be unlike Jeonghan to suddenly leave. He's unpredictable, always trying to be a step ahead of everyone. This time, however, all he does is stand by the end of the bed, eyes roaming over your exposed figure as if trying to determine the next course of action that will deliver the most favourable outcome for him. Damn him and his mind games.

With slow movement, you press your legs together, concealing your most intimate part from your boyfriend. He shakes his head in disapproval, but you make no move to rectify your mistake. It's impossible not to hide from him when he's looking down at you as though he wants to devour you inch by inch—like a lion ogling at a wounded deer. 

Very slowly, he begins to undo the string of his sweatpants. It aggravates you to see how composed he is, movements unhurried as if he doesn't see just how much you need him. Surely he notices how your eyes rove over his bare torso, committing to memory every little detail about his body even if you've seen it myriad times before. He's not particularly muscular; he's more lean than anything, elegant, and refined in all the right places. It only makes the waiting feel even more agonising. 

"Don't tease, Hannie, please," you plead, your pulse quickening when he finally steps out of his pants. 

"Don't tease? Aw, princess, you were the one getting all friendly with your ex, and now you want me to treat you like a good girl who hasn't been whoring around behind my back?" His tone is condescending, sending a surge of electricity up your spine.  

You're suddenly reminded of what landed you in the current predicament in the first place. You want to explain and justify yourself, but you're rendered speechless when Jeonghan sweeps a hand down over his torso, eventually wrapping around his hard cock. He tugs once, twice, hissing slightly at the much-needed contact, smearing pre-cum all over the tip and shaft, the ring on his pinky glinting in the low light. 

Sitting upright, you're about to speak and deny his previous statement, but the words die down in your throat when he suddenly climbs onto the bed, slowly crawling closer to you.

You squeak in surprise when he grabs at one of your legs, tugging you down just slightly so that your face is parallel to his. Then, he settles himself between your legs, cock pressed against your stomach. He has you right where he wants you. 

Jeonghan captures your lips in a kiss, wasting no time to slip his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with yours. You sigh into his mouth, tasting the remnants of your wetness on his tongue and lips. It's a pleasant mix of bitter and sweet, a combination that makes you feel dazed despite the fact that he hasn't done anything to you yet. 

Jeonghan sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, relishing the way you mewl. He starts pressing wet kisses onto your jaw, trailing down to your neck and collarbone. "You smell so good, pretty," he mumbles against your skin, licking at your sternum. 

Reaching a hand down, you grab at his hard cock, wanting nothing more than for him to slip himself inside. You're sure you're dripping down onto the bedsheet by now. Jeonghan, however, has other plans. You only get to pump him twice before he slaps your hand away, pinning your wrist to the bed. "Don't act like such an impatient whore..."

Your whine of protest trails out into a moan when Jeonghan suddenly wraps his mouth around your nipple. His mouth is hot against the sensitive bud, and the light grazes of his teeth against it makes you arch your back. 

Jeonghan's eyes suddenly meet yours, hooded with lust. He's suckling so noisily, hips grinding into yours. It's so obscene—the way he's looking at you, the sounds he's making, the way his balls press down on your clit whenever he grinds into you. Feeling overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensory, you turn your head to the side, burying your face into your pillow as you huff out a shaky breath. 

You should've known Jeonghan wouldn't be too pleased with this. He withdraws his mouth from your chest with a lewd pop. His hand leaves your wrist in favour of grabbing at your chin. His grip is harsh, but not enough to hurt. With a sharp yank, he forces you to face forward, where you have no other choice than to meet his eyes. 

He clicks his tongue disappointedly, and your eyes flick down to his lips, red and puffy from sucking. This doesn't help your case at all, because Jeonghan immediately starts vigorously shaking your face left and right, compelling you to look back into his eyes. Your head feels dizzy, but you don't miss the look in his eyes. There's irritation swirling in them now, imbued with desire and the hunger to ravage your body until you're left a broken, muddled mess. It makes you shudder, legs squeezing tight on each side of his hips. 

"You know better than to hide from me, right?" His thumb caresses the skin of your jaw. The touch is so soft, a stark contrast to the way he's glaring down at you. When you take a little too long to answer, Jeonghan taps at your cheek a few times, hard enough for you to feel the sting. 

"Y-Yes..."

He coos, stroking your stinging cheek. "Mhm, but you're not behaving very well tonight, are you?"

"I've been good, Hannie," you assert, trying to maintain your composed front even though you desperately need him to fill you to the brim. You're aching, and you need his cock to soothe the pain. Noticing his sceptical gaze, you decide to reword your sentence. "I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise."

Jeonghan is thinking about something, silently plotting something in his head. Fuck, you're screwed now. The intensity of his gaze tells you he's about to do something that's unlikely to be in your favour.

"You want to hide from me that bad, hm?"

You're quick to shake your head. "No, Hannie, I want you to see me."

Jeonghan scowls, pecking your lips once before sitting up on his knees. "On your stomach."

You frown, dread washing over you. He knows how much you loathe that position. "Jeonghan, please, no..."

Jeonghan's face remains impassive. "I won't ask you twice."

"You know I take a long time to cum when I can't see your face," you grumble, feeling your stomach churn, chest tightening. 

"Who said you were cumming tonight?"

The question sends you into a frenzy. "Please, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please, please..."

When Jeonghan has his mind set on something, no amount of begging or grovelling will sway him. He's glowering at you, and three seconds pass before you relent. Having his cock inside you is better than nothing at all. 

"There you go, baby," he says when you finally shift onto your stomach. He's quick to straddle your thighs. "Wasn't so hard, was it?" 

You say nothing, feeling sulky now that you can't look at your boyfriend's pretty face anymore. "Angh!" you yelp when you feel a spank on your ass. Jeonghan does it a few more times, rubbing the tender skin between each hit. The touch should be soothing, but it only makes your ass burn even more, raw from his smacking.

Gritting your teeth from the tantalizing sting, you bite back an apology, knowing it's probably the last thing Jeonghan wants from you. Saying sorry would only make it worst for you. He's testing you, pushing the boundaries to see how much you can endure before you break and plead for some semblance of his kindness. The longer you hold out, the better. 

You feel him dip his head down, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale to breathe in your smell. The fragrance of your perfume and natural scent is exhilarating. He wants to stay there and breathe you in all day, fill his lungs with your sweet scent so that he can still smell you even when you're miles away from him. 

A groan rumbles in his chest, you can feel it on your upper back, can hear it right beside your ear. He starts pressing kisses down your shoulder blade, digging his teeth into the smooth flesh. 

"Keep your head down," he warns you, as though he knows about your urge to turn and look at him. He sits up, his knees on each side of your legs, willowy fingers kneading your hips. 

You whine into your pillow, eyes brimming with frustrated tears. Your whole body is trembling, yearning to see him, touch him, tug on the silken strands of his dark hair. God, just the thought of it has slick gushing out of your throbbing hole. 

"I'll be good," you promise him, voice coming out breathy, desperation bleeding through. "Just, please..." you beg, quietly moaning when you feel Jeonghan's hands on your inner thighs, spreading your legs just enough for him to comfortably press the tip of his leaking cock onto your cunt. 

You hear him chuckle when your whole body stiffens, anticipating the moment when he'll finally fuck you full. He sighs to himself, looking at the way your pussy is all coated in your wetness, slick gushing out onto his cockhead as he brushes it over your clit. 

"Hmm, but you only behave after you're caught doing something bad, isn't that right?"

You don't answer, unsure whether you should defend yourself or agree with his question. You gasp when you feel him slide in just slightly, stretching you out, tip prodding at your gummy walls just enough to make you feel the agonizing stretch. "More, Hannie," you mutter, practically drooling at the prospect that it would only take a roll of his hips for him to fill you up. 

However, the delicious stretch never comes, and you're left there feeling stupid, panting with only his tip buried inside of you. You whine once, lifting your head to look back at him. Big mistake. You've barely craned your neck before you feel his hand pushing down onto the crown of your head, fingers yanking at your mussed-up hair, shoving the side of your face back into the pillow. 

With a growl, Jeonghan leans down to press his lips against your ear. "What's with you today, princess? You've always been such a good girl for me, but you keep pushing my fucking buttons today. You want me angry, hm? Is that what you want?"

His crude words shouldn't make you feel the way you do, but when he speaks, his hot breath against your ear makes your eyes roll back, pussy clenching around the tip of his cock, desperate to suck more of him in. You respond with a quiet apology, voice quivering from the arousal wracking through your body. You crave him, ache for him like a desert thirsts for rain. "Need you..."

Then, as if he senses your distress, he decides to show you some mercy. Little by little, he slides into you, slipping in easily, aided by the wetness seeping out of your pulsating hole. He ignores the way you call out his name with a shattered gasp, slowly pressing forward until his hips are flush against your ass and his cock is snug in your heat, buried to the hilt. 

You can feel Jeonghan's groan rumbling in his chest, and the noise makes your pussy clamp down on him tighter. You're fisting at the bedsheet, feeling relieved, desperate, and frantic all at the same time. God, why isn't he moving? You want him to fuck you into the bed, want him to ruin you, use you until you can barely remember your name. 

Perhaps this is Jeonghan's way of taking his anger out on you—tormenting you until you're reduced to nothing but a sputtering, drooling wreck. Maybe he wants to see you plead, beg. Or maybe, he wants you to curse him out, chastise him, berate him for putting you through this torture.

Afraid of further repercussions, you decide to patiently wait, clenching your teeth to bite back from begging him to move. Seconds seem to drag on endlessly, and you resort to imagining the sight you'd be met with if you were to turn around. Would you see Jeonghan's face contorted into a mixture of frustration and hunger? Would his eyes be crazed and heated? Maybe he's enjoying the excruciating wait, peering down at you with an amused grin, tongue peeking out to rest against his lower lip just slightly. You're dying to know. 

Then, as if he is satisfied with your unwavering determination to remain still for him, he loosens his hold on your hair, gently brushing the dishevelled strands back. His thumb extends out to stroke at the tendrils of baby hair stuck to your temple, damp with perspiration. "You want me to move, baby?"

The question catches you off guard, and for a moment, you have half a mind to consider saying yes, but a nagging feeling tells you it might be a trick question. Jeonghan must've sensed your apprehension because you hear him chuckle. 

Without any warning, he draws his hips back, pulling out until only his tip remains inside before plunging in again. Your jaw slackens into a silent moan. The lack of stimulation has made your body feel so attuned to his, sensitive to every little movement. You feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back, feel his breath on your neck, and the ridges of the veins on his cock against your pussy. 

"It's not a trick question, you know?"

You're quick to nod your head as best as you can. "Please move," you breathe out, feeling like you're on the verge of just turning around and demanding him to fuck you the way you both need it. 

His hand grapples onto the sheets by your head, delivering another thrust into your cunt. His movement is languid, as though he wants to take his time. It's driving you crazy, just how collected he seems compared to you. Your body feels as though it's burning, lit ablaze by his kisses, touches, and every single point of contact between his skin and yours. 

Your eyes zero in on his hand propped up on the bed, right in front of your eyes, honing in on the way the sheets bunch between his fingers and the way his ring sits snug on his pinky. Subconsciously, you reach out for it, fingertips digging into his knuckles, nails pinching into the skin when he thrusts again. The movement is more rushed this time, jostling you up on the bed just a little, which makes you gasp. 

He removes your hand from him, hurriedly pressing your palm into the bed, cradling your hand from behind, his fingers sliding through the spaces of yours to intertwine them. The gesture feels so intimate, and it leaves you feeling disoriented. "Fuck, Hannie, so good..."

Jeonghan chuckles, peppering kisses all over your bare shoulder, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake wherever his lips meet your skin. "I've barely even started, baby."

Jeonghan pushes himself up onto his knees, letting go of your hand to place both his hands on your hips. He doesn't miss the way you groan at the loss of his warmth on your back, but he dismisses it. He pushes in once, twice, his gaze fixed on the point where his cock keeps appearing and disappearing into your drenched cunt. 

You barely register it when Jeonghan hauls you up onto your hands and knees, lost in the thought of him, only comprehending the situation when he once again slides into your aching pussy. You make a strangled noise in the back of your throat, elbows buckling, almost sending your face flopping back into your pillow. 

Jeonghan doesn't feel the need to take it slow anymore. His thrusts are no longer feeble, and his pace is steady. The sound of skin meeting skin fills his ears, mixed with your broken moans. It sounds like an obscene euphony, a harmony that makes his head feel foggy and hazed.

 "Fuck, pretty, you're enjoying this, aren't you?" Jeonghan grunts, sneaking a glance down, only for his pace to falter when he sees the way your slick is coating your inner thighs. The view is so lewd, salacious, dirty, and messy. "My messy fucking baby," he mumbles, picking up his speed, eyes fluttering when he feels your walls tightening around him. 

"Jeonghan... Jeonghan..." You're chanting his name like a mantra, eyes pinched close, savouring the feeling of being pumped full. 

"Yeah... that's my name, baby," Jeonghan responds, restrain starting to slip, evident in the way his voice cracks just slightly at the last syllable. "Can you cum like this?"

You promptly shake your head. "N-No." It's not entirely a lie. You hate relying on your imagination like this. You want to be able to touch him, hold him, want to be able to look into his eyes as you let your orgasm crash down on you. You want to see the way his hair frames his pretty face, want to see his flushed cheeks and the sweat gathering at the dips of his collarbones. You want to see him, or you think you'll die on the spot.

"Good. Don't cum, princess." 

"W-What?" you squeak out. 

Jeonghan snorts out a laugh. "I told you before—you're not cumming tonight."

You gulp, stooping down low onto your elbow, too weak to support yourself up on your hands. "I wanna cum, H-Hannie... Please let me..."

Jeonghan only snickers, ramming into you harder, letting out a content sigh when your moans seem to escalate, becoming more wanton and desperate. You're squeezing him so tight, white ring of your milky slick forming a ring at the base of his cock, causing him to groan out loud. He'd like to think that he's in full control, but everything about you is making him feel delirious—your smell, your pussy, your moans. 

Ever the competitive man, Jeonghan feels like he's losing this game. He's supposed to be angry at you, but why does it feel like you have the upper hand? Feeling irked by this sudden revelation, he stretches a hand out, wrapping it around your neck. He hears the surprised gasp you let out when he pulls you upright into his chest. 

Your hands immediately fly up to circle around his wrist, taken aback by the sudden change of positions. His other arm slithers around your waist, keeping you balanced as he continues to fuck you from behind. "Fuck, Hannie, your cock feels so good," you can't help but murmur, arching your hips just slightly so he can reach deeper into you. 

He scoffs, burying his face into the crook of your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses on the spot underneath your ear, strands of his hair tickling your skin. As he expects, your head lolls the other way, granting him better access to your neck. "Of course it feels good, baby. I've fucked you so many times your pussy is used to me now. Wouldn't be able to take another cock without thinking of mine, would you? Wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't my cock, right?"

His fingers dig into the sides of your neck, constricting just enough for you to gradually feel the drowsiness from the lack of air. It's intoxicating, being able to surrender yourself to another person completely, knowing they have you in the palm of their hand.

You're too preoccupied with the feeling of his hand around your throat to realise his other hand sneaking down to settle between your legs, middle and ring fingers starting to draw gentle circles into your bundle of nerves. It's almost too much—the way his cock slides in and out of you, the way his lips skim over your neck, the chokehold he has on you, the breathy groans he murmurs against your skin. 

"Unghh! F-Fuck, Jeonghan, 'm gonna cum..."

He chuckles, delighted at the turn of events. He doesn't stop the motion of his fingers against your clit and instead presses down harder, making your head roll back onto his shoulder, a throaty moan spilling past your lips into the open air. 

"Oh?" he says in a sardonic tone. "You said you couldn't cum like this. Or were you just lying to me, baby?" His mocking shouldn't have such power over you, but it makes your heart pound with the intensity of a raging storm.

"N-No, it's because you're... your fingers—"

"Hmm, what's with my fingers, angel?" 

The fingers on your clit start moving faster, motions rushed and relentless, bringing you to the verge of your climax quicker than you would ever anticipate. The sudden shift in speed makes you cry out in shock, eyes pinching shut. You're quick to bring a hand down to his wrist, tugging, trying to yank his hand away from between your legs. 

He doesn't relent, slapping your hand away and briefly resuming his assault on your aching bud. "Don't try to stop me now. I thought you wanted to cum."

"You told me not to," you rush out, heat starting to swell in your stomach, ready to burst. 

Jeonghan lets out a chortle. "That's right, baby. Ah, you listen so well..." Stretching his tongue out, he licks a broad path up your neck, stopping right underneath your jaw, where he proceeds to suck the skin. He wants to mark you, claim you. What better way than to bruise your pretty skin, right? To show everyone only a sliver of what goes on between you and him behind closed doors. 

"Oh, god, let me cum, please, please..." You have no other option than to resort to begging. Cumming without his consent would be catastrophic now. Not being able to see his face is punishment already to you, you're terrified of just how far he'd be willing to go to take his anger out on you.

Jeonghan presses the tip of his nose into the plushness of your cheek, humming as though he's weighing his options. "I don't think so, princess," he mumbles, the snap of his hips not once faltering, maintaining its hasty rhythm. "I don't think you deserve to cum."

You don't have much time left. Simple begging won't work now. You're wracking your brain for anything, anything. Forcing him to cum before you would be close to impossible, noting just how composed he seems. He's breathing hard, gravelly groans bubbling up in his chest, but he's nowhere near how wrecked you are.

Through your haze, you suddenly grow aware of the hand still draped over your throat. He's not pressing or squeezing, simply just letting his hand rest there as a means to keep you balanced on your knees as he fucks you open from behind. 

Sheer desperation makes you reach both hands up to claw at the hand on your neck. You're clinging onto the last threads of your rationality, knowing if Jeonghan puts even the slightest amount of pressure on his grip, all your sanity will go out the window, and you'd be hurled face-first into your much-awaited orgasm. You're playing with fire, you know it, but you only have one chance. 

"Unghh, f-fuck, please, choke me... I've been a bad girl, H-Hannie, choke me as punishment, and let me cum..."

You feel his mouth stretch into a grin against your cheek. Your walls are clenching around him so tight, pulsing, so hot and tight. He knows he has won. It's this notion of winning that has him thinking about giving in, but one look at your face has him reeling back his words. The furrow of your eyebrows, your slack jaw, your scarlet cheeks... it makes him feel sadistic. You wanted him to be angry at you anyway, what boyfriend would he be if he didn't give you any reason to make him angry? 

Then, Jeonghan watches. He tightens the hand around your neck, and continues his assault on your clit with the other, all while he continues to ram his dick into you again and again. You start to babble out incoherent words, and that's when he finally strikes. 

"Don't cum."

Those are the two simple words that send you dissolving into a whirl of pleasure and euphoria. Your ears feel like they're ringing as pure, white heat consumes you whole, moaning out your boyfriend's name repeatedly as you go rigid in his embrace. It's like shockwaves, rippling through you so forcibly you have no choice but to succumb to the raging tides, riding it out until you can fully apprehend the situation again. 

Gradually, you begin to notice the way Jeonghan holds you tight to him, how both his hands wrap around your waist to keep your body pressed to his, how his hips have stilled, hard cock still sheathed in your throbbing heat. He's pressing soft kisses onto your shoulder, coaxing you down from your high. 

Jeonghan lets your tired figure collapse onto the bed before sitting back and propping himself up on his heels. The sight is so endearing to him—you, still huffing breathlessly, hushed whines slipping past your lips at every exhale, so spent after only one orgasm. Jeonghan feels like it's so perverse of him to reach a hand down to stroke at his still-hard cock, touching himself to the sight of your curled figure. From this angle, he can see the mess between your thighs, remnants of your juices and his pre-cum smeared all over your puffy pussy lips. Oh, he definitely isn't done with you just yet. 

He hears you mumble his name groggily. Jeonghan's not sure whether you're calling out to him or just saying meaningless things in your post-orgasm haze. He doesn't waste time thinking, though, immediately swooping down to cage you between his arms, kissing along your hairline. "Tired already?"

Your eyes flutter open, looking up at your boyfriend who hovers above you with a smirk that makes your heart skip a beat. Fuck, you're really in for it. 

He coos at you, but it sounds sarcastic. "I told you to hold it, didn't I?"

You puff out a breath, shifting onto your back, obediently parting your legs so Jeonghan can slot himself in between them. "But your fingers—"

"Good girls don't talk back, do they, pretty?"

"N-No..."

He nods, eyes wandering downward, not trying to hide the way they zero in on your breasts. "No, they don't... But you're not a good girl, are you?" he asks, lowering himself to blow cool air onto your nipple, earning a choked gasp from you. Without any warning, he latches his mouth onto the skin at the top of your breast, sucking earnestly, not letting up until he's finally satisfied with the reddening of the skin there. He always loved to see the reddish hue of your hickeys turn into delicate shades of blue and purple as they heal. 

"I can be your good girl..."

"No, no, baby, you're a lying whore who doesn't do as they're told."

"Hannie, I asked you so many times—"

Jeonghan doesn't give you a chance to object, immediately slanting his lips over yours. He pushes his tongue past your spit-coated lips, exploring every crevice of your mouth, letting his tongue tangle with yours lasciviously. He feels you sigh against his mouth, hands coming up to curl around the nape of his neck. 

Reaching a hand down, he positions his cock over your entrance, plunging himself into your sopping pussy without any notice. It's easy to sink back into you—you're still sopping wet and stretched open from before.

Shocked, you break away from the kiss to let out a sharp cry, nails digging into his shoulders, threatening to break the skin there. "God, J-Jeonghan!"

He doesn't give you any time to adjust, quickly finding a rhythm that makes you arch your chest, pebbled nipples brushing against his front. You finally have the chance to look at him, really look at him. Fuck, you wouldn't trade this sight for anything else. He's the most beautiful thing you've ever had the privilege of seeing. 

He notices your lovestruck eyes, cock twitching inside you as he pounds into you. He thinks you're so pretty, all splayed out underneath him, so pliant, letting him do whatever he pleases with you. Your hair fans out over the pillow under your head, thin tendrils of it clinging onto your dewy temple and neck. He understands why you love to see his face so much whenever you fuck—he thinks he could cum earlier than anticipated if you keep looking at him with that infatuated gaze.

"Fuck, baby..." he curses, and it's the first time you've seen him lose his composure. "Fuck, you're such a pretty little thing..."

Your body sings at the compliment, shuddering, legs pressing into his sides, wanting to close shut but unable to. You're light-headed, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, but this feels too good to stop. With quivering hands, you slip your fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling carelessly. He's growing his hair out, so the length falls just shy of his shoulders, some strands curling over his neck like delicate tendrils of silk. 

Jeonghan's low groan pulls you out of your dazed thoughts. "Hannie..."

"Mhm, am I fucking you good, gorgeous? No one else can fuck you like I can, hm?"

You rake your nails across the nape of his neck, whimpering when he shifts just a little, hitching one of your legs up and hooking it around his slender waist. He thrusts a few more times, and his cock brushes against a spot that has you jolting, mewling as he grazes it repeatedly. 

"Oh? Right there?" Jeonghan noses at your cheekbone, listening to your gasps and whimpers, feeling his abdomen tighten at the obscene sounds you let out. 

"R-Right there..."

"That's it... You think Seungcheol can get you like this?"

At the mention of your ex's name, you whine loudly. A part of you hadn't expected Jeonghan to remember the earlier incident, but you should've known better. It seems stupid to think Yoon Jeonghan wouldn't remember an incident that occurred only an hour ago. 

"H-Hannie..."

"Hm, you gonna meet him for lunch? Gonna let him try to win you over? Gonna let him have what's mine?"

You shake your head, on the verge of sobbing, feeling your eyes fill with tears. "Wouldn't do that," you rasp. "I'm yours, Hannie..."

Jeonghan doesn't seem very convinced. "Yeah? You're mine?" he mutters against the apple of your cheek. His voice is low, any traces of anger or annoyance concealed. "You wanna say you're mine, with his contact still saved in your phone, baby? Don't be silly."

Your heel digs into Jeonghan's lower back, anchoring him to you as he continues to drill into you. "But I am yours—"

"Are you?"

"Y-Yes, always yours..." A hard thrust has you gasping, tears trickling down your temple, getting caught in your hair. 

Jeonghan's pace stutters, distracted by the way you blink up at him through your damp lashes. Tears gather at your lash line, and he can't help but want more. It's a sick thought, but Jeonghan doesn't care much. How could he care when he's balls deep inside of you, feeling like he's about to explode from the way your heat wraps around him so well? He wants to see you cry for him, sob, snivel, all because you can't get enough of his cock. He wants you to cum so hard you see stars and forget about everything but him, him, him. Choi Seungcheol will be the last thing on your mind. 

When Jeonghan lowers himself down onto his elbow, he seals his mouth to yours, kissing you fervently. It's a bruising kiss, teeth digging into lips, tongue rolling together in an alluring dance. After some time, Jeonghan reluctantly pulls back, taking a much-needed breath. He groans at the sight of your lips, all plump and damp with a mixture of his and your spit. "Fuck, baby... you're mine, aren't you?" 

 "Y-Yes, yes!" you babble, vision blurring as more tears fill your eyes. 

"You're gonna let me fill you up? Have your pussy dripping my cum for days so you don't forget who you belong to. You like the sound of that?"

"God, yes, yes..." 

Your thighs are starting to shake, Jeonghan can feel it on his hips. He brings his lips over yours again, not kissing you, just barely letting it brush over yours. He can feel every hot breath you release against his mouth. "Say his name, baby."

"Unghh... Hannie—" 

He snickers. "I said his name, not mine," he says darkly, pecking your lips once. 

You're confused and so goddamn frustrated. You're teetering on the precipice of your orgasm, and he wants to play mind games with you now? "No," you whine, shaking your head. 

"No? Why are you so scared?"

"F-Fuck, please!"

"I won't get mad at you for saying it, princess." His voice has dropped down an octave. It feels like it's seeping into your brain, turning it into mush. 

"C-Can't..." you murmur, drool gathering in your mouth the more Jeonghan splits you open. 

"You can't? Why? Scared you might cum if you say his name? Scared you'll think of him when you cum?"

Your eyes grow wide in alarm. "N-No! I wouldn't do that, oh god, f-fuck..."

"Then say it or you're not cumming," he threatens, grinding harder into you, angling his pelvis just slightly so that it brushes against your clit every time he thrusts in. He watches your eyes roll back, pleasure fogging up your brain. He feels your juices coat his pelvis, splashing over his lower abdomen. Whenever his cock dips in and out, the wet sounds resound throughout the room, and it makes him hiss. "Say it," he repeats, knowing he won't last much longer. 

You frantically shake your head, moans coming out stuttered. "N-No, please don't, I can't...Hannie—"

Jeonghan notes the way you're starting to sound distant. "Say it or I'm leaving you here to cum by yourself."

Your eyes meet his—frazzled, panicked, dazed. "Please, I can't!"

"You wanted me mad, right? This is it, princess. Show some gratitude and say his fucking name."

You're trying hard to read him, to possibly decipher his intentions, but it's so hard when you feel like you're on the verge of passing out from the onslaught of pleasure. You reach one hand down to rake at the skin of his lower back, earning a throaty groan from him, a sound that makes your skin prickle. Your other hand settles on his face, cupping his jaw softly, as if begging him. 

Your eyes roam over his face, taking in his exquisite beauty that always leaves you short of breath. His tousled hair hangs over his forehead, dangling in front of his eyes, dark like pools of obsidian, drawing you into their depth. There's a radiant flush that colours his cheeks, drawing your attention to the contour of his cheekbones and jaw, dusted lightly with sweat, highlighting the sharp features. Then his lips—so inviting and soft, parting with each breath. 

Jeonghan feels almost flattered under the weight of your affectionate stare. He briefly closes his eyes, breathing in through his nose, trying to pull himself together. He tries to push everything out of his mind—your delicious sounds, your intoxicating scent, your warm cunt around his cock. It's your sweet, quiet whine that pulls him out of his reverie. When he locks eyes with you again, he knows there's nothing he can do to delay his impending climax—not when you're looking up at him so tenderly, eyes fixated on him like a moth drawn to a mesmerizing flame.

"I c-cant... Don't make me say his name, p-please..."

Jeonghan swallows hard, one hand curving at the nape of your neck. With his grip he tilts your head up, letting your lips caress his. "Say my name, then. Say my name when you cum. Look at me and show me who you belong to..." 

You cum with a shout of Jeonghan's name, your whole body shaking at the sudden explosion. You squirm in your boyfriend's hold, toes curling over the back of his thighs as the pleasure ravages your whole body, surging through every nerve and every cell. It's numbing and so overwhelming at the same time, every inch of your skin humming with electricity, and every vein feeling like they've been set ablaze. For a moment, nothing else in the world matters except you and Jeonghan, entwined in each other as you lose yourself in the whirlwind of pleasure. 

"Fuck, fuck, should I fill you up, baby?" Jeonghan's voice quivers just slightly. 

The question sends another flood of ecstasy through you, cunt fluttering around his cock a second time. "Yes, yes—"

Your voice is like a siren's call to him, beckoning him, tempting him. Jeonghan is only a man, and he's not immune to a force as powerful as you. He sinks his teeth into your neck as he finally empties himself inside you with a drawn-out groan. Your tight cunt is pulsing so tightly around him, milking him, forcing every drop of cum to spill into you and coat your walls. A rather high-pitched whine escapes his lips as he slumps into you, hips flushed to yours, aching balls slick with the mixture of your release and his. 

You're panting heavily as you wrap your arms around Jeonghan, blinking up at the ceiling blearily, feeling filled to the brim with his cum still in you. Despite having the urge to clean yourself up and get rid of the stickiness between your legs, you lie there for another minute, feeling so content with Jeonghan's weight atop yours and his lips on your neck. Being with him is pure bliss. 

"Jeonghan," you say softly after some time, not wanting to ruin the peace and quiet.

He hums, rolling over to the side to lie on his back, letting his softening cock slip out of you. He pulls you into him with one arm, allowing you to settle half of your body on top of his. He lets out a pleased sigh, one hand grazing over your bare back, fingertips gliding down the dip of your spine. 

Placing a palm on his chest, you rest your chin on the back of your hand, gazing up at him tiredly. He seems to glow so prettily, eyes fluttered shut and a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. Despite the heaviness of your eyelids, you gather your resolve, knowing that you still have something to clarify with him.

Without thinking too much, you mumble Jeonghan's name again and smile when his eyes flutter open to peer down at you drowsily. His free hand comes up to brush back the hair from your eyes. 

"I'm sorry for not letting you know," you mutter, the weight of your guilt just now settling in your heart. If you don't apologise now, the feeling might devour you whole. "I should've told you..."

The hand on your back ceases moving, palm splaying on your upper back, warm against your skin. "Baby, I wasn't really—you know—angry about it. I was a little stumped, sure, but... I trust you. I always trust you."

You shake your head, pulling yourself up slightly to look at him better. "You deserve to be angry. Jeonghan, you should be so angry at me. I should've told you as soon as I got home from that dinner party."

Jeonghan chuckles, much to your dismay. "Okay, then why didn't you?"

"I just... didn't think it was important. I felt like it wasn't anything worth telling you. It's not a good excuse, I know."

"Is Seungcheol important to you?"

Your eyes widen in disbelief, unable to fully grasp what you just heard. "What! No, of course not!"

"Then what's there to apologise about?" Jeonghan says with a snicker. "Did you kiss him at the party? Did he try to make any move on you? Did he seem interested in you?"

"No to all of those. I... I told him I already found someone else," you admit in a quiet voice. 

When Jeonghan smiles at you, it looks somewhat smug. "That's my girl... Besides, it wasn't his face that you were sitting on when you got back home from that party, was it?"

Appalled by Jeonghan's words, you bring your palm down on his chest, smacking him. "You're disgusting, Yoon Jeonghan."

He only laughs, eyes crinkling as he pulls you even closer. "Don't act like you don't love it."

You say nothing, only bringing your head down to rest it on his chest again. His heartbeat is strong against your ear, and his skin feels warm under your cheek. 

"So..." Jeonghan begins. "Round two in the shower?"

He doesn't have to ask twice—you're already off the bed and sauntering towards the bathroom. 

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tell me you hate me | lee jeno [M]

summary ⇾ after more than a year of being acquainted with your brother's circle of friends, you've grown relatively close to all but one—lee jeno. your brother, mark, seems to be incapable of giving you a clear answer as to why jeno seems to despise you so much, but you want to know, and you're determined to find out. it's a snowy night, you're all gathered in a winter cabin, what better time than now to set out and find some answers?

PAIRING // lee jeno x fem!reader

GENRE // explicit smut, some angst, almost no fluff, brother!mark, quiet!jeno🥺and pushy!mc oops

WARNING // 18+, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, fingering, dirty talk, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), handjob, jeno puts his hand over mc's mouth kinda situation, consent isn't specifically stated but there is non-verbal consent & everything is consented ok, alcohol consumption, degradation(?), a spank or two

WORD COUNT // 9.3k

AUTHOR'S NOTE // so, i genuinely thought i wasn't going to ever finish writing this, but here we are lmao,, this was a wild ride, a crazy wild ride, took so long to write too damn. oh and song rec for this one is ride by damaged, no lie that song got me through this fic

The first time you met Jeno Lee, he stood at your front door, smiling endearingly down at you as he asked for your brother. The weather had been pleasant that time of the year. Brown leaves littered the grass of your front yard, getting swept up by the gentle autumn breeze as you stared at the beautiful boy in front of you.

"Oh, hi... um, Mark's upstairs," you had managed to say.

Winter, spring, summer and autumn have all passed since then, and here you are now, back to winter, your least favourite time of the year. Your brother, Mark, has managed to convince you to spend the weekend at the winter cabin your parents owned in the outskirts of town. It's a nice change of scenery from your tiny college dorm, sure, but you're not sure why he brought you when his friends have plans to sleepover anyway.

After more than a year of being acquainted with Mark's circle of friends, you've grown relatively close to all but one—Lee Jeno. Initially, you had thought befriending Jeno would be easy, fooled by his lovely smile that turned his eyes into small crescents. You hadn't realised friendship works both ways, and Jeno made it clear from the start that he didn't want anything to do with you. At this point, even you aren't sure of your relationship with him. Does he consider you a friend at all?

Mark never gives you a straightforward answer whenever you ask him about Jeno, leaving you to assume that perhaps he simply doesn't like you. Sometimes you wonder what it is about you he can't stand.

"Shit, Mark, how come you didn't invite us here last winter? This place is dope."

You hear Haechan's distinct voice downstairs, along with the sound of the front door closing. Your brother says something you can't hear from where you're sitting in your bedroom, but you tune it out to focus on the assignment papers laid out on the desk in front of you.

It's Friday evening, and the last thing you want to do is work on your assignment, but it's due by Monday, and you'd much rather finish it first than risk handing it in late.

An hour later, most of Mark's friends have arrived, and you're halfway done with your assignment. The sun is beginning to set, and your stomach is starting to growl, signifying just how hungry you are.

You consider going downstairs and grabbing some food from the kitchen, but that would mean you'd be in direct view of Mark and his friends in the living room, and you're not entirely sure you have the willpower to go back upstairs and continue your work when you could be hanging out with them instead. Either that or you're just anxious at the thought of seeing Jeno.

When you eventually become too hungry to continue working, you start to make your way downstairs, hoping you'd be able to slip past the group of rowdy boys unnoticed. Unfortunately for you, Haechan chooses the worse time to ask about your whereabouts. You stand frozen on the landing of the stairs, fully visible to the group of boys huddled on the couch in front of the fireplace.

"Speaking of the devil..." Chenle mumbles, motioning to you with his chin.

Everyone's looking your way, including the one person you were very much hoping to avoid. It's only when Mark is asking whether you're okay that you finally find yourself able to move again. Jeno doesn't meet your eyes, busying himself with drinking from his can of beer as all his other friends greet you.

"You done studying?" Mark asks you as you walk to the kitchen.

"Almost. I think I might just call it a night."

"There's pizza on the counter if you're hungry."

"You were fucking studying the whole time we were down here?" Haechan speaks up, turning over to look at you from over the couch.

"Yeah, the sooner I get it done, the better."

Renjun snickers. "Some people actually take their studies seriously, Haechan. You're just not one of them."

"Pfft, I was just complimenting her for being such a good girl."

Mark chokes on his beer at that, eyeing Haechan with mild disgust. "Dude, are you drunk from two cans of beer? Don't... don't call my sister that again, please."

"Seriously, I've been pushing the 'Haechan is a lightweight' agenda for a whole year now," Renjun chimes in, sipping on his own beer.

"Oh, like you handle alcohol better than me. Who was it that clogged our dorm toilet with their vomit after 5 shots?"

"I drank way more than 5 shots, and you would've seen if only you didn't spend half the time getting a shitty blowjob in the bathroom."

"You're still jealous about that?"

Jaemin, the quietest out of them all, is silently watching the situation unfold while nursing a bottle of citrus beer in his hand. He's smiling, seemingly amused, such a stark contrast to Jeno, who sits beside him with a frown and an uneasy look on his face.

Haechan is still bickering with Renjun, and the other boys' laughter can be heard from where you stand behind the counter, all except Jeno's. It's irritating how much a person can bother you so much without even trying to.

"Dude, Marky..." Haechan drawls. "Your sister likes it when I tease her. Besides, isn't she so cute whenever her face goes bright red?"

"She's not interested. Just leave it, man."

Haechan scoffs. "Oh? And how do you know she's not interested?"

"Cause it's been over a year, and she would've told you by now. Can you please just drop this? Out of everyone in the world, you just have to hit on my sister?"

"Haechan hits on anything with a pair of boobs," Jaemin comments under his breath.

"Yah! That's not true! Jeno, tell him that's not true."

The mention of Jeno's name have you perking up, and you discreetly glance up. He looks just as unamused as he had been before. You curiously wait for his answer while chewing away on a slice of the cold sausage pizza.

"I think you're interested in her," Jeno says.

You can't help the fluttering of your stomach when he speaks, but your eyes widen when you finally comprehend his words.

"What!" Haechan shouts, and Jisung scolds him for being so loud. "That's not... what the fuck, Jeno? I thought you were supposed to be on my side."

Chenle calls your name, gaining your attention. "Do you think Haechan's interested in you?"

The pizza in your mouth suddenly tastes bitter at the question, and you almost choke when you glance at Jeno, only to see him already looking at you. He quickly averts his eyes when you make eye contact.

"Um... no, he's just messing around, I'm sure."

Haechan lets out a sigh of relief. "See? Even she knows I'm not being serious."

Chenle doesn't seem satisfied with your answer. "Are you interested in him?"

You can tell Mark desperately wants to cut this conversation short, but you see the curiosity in his eyes when Chenle asks the question. "No. I'm... interested in someone else."

"Is this someone in this room?" Haechan asks.

The other boys are giving him disapproving looks, but they wait for your answer nonetheless. Jeno's the only one who doesn't seem the least bit interested. "What's it to you?"

Haechan laughs, catching the other by surprise. "Shit. So it's one of you guys. Did you hear that, Jisung? She could have a crush on you."

Mark's eyes bulge, looking at you with bewilderment. "Dude, seriously?"

"I never said yes," you grumble as you start climbing up the stairs to go back into the comfort of your bedroom.

Haechan grins. "You didn't say no either."

-

Through a game of rock, paper, scissors, each of Mark's friends are assigned to either sleep in Mark's bedroom, the spare bedroom, or the couch downstairs. Jisung cheers when he realises he will be sharing a bed with Mark. The spare bedroom only fits two people at most—Jaemin and Haechan manage to claim that room. That leaves Jeno, Renjun and Chenle to sleep on the couches in the living room downstairs.

The boys have—for some reason—moved from the living room to your bedroom without any prior notice, wreaking havoc on your plans of sleeping early. You're not entirely sure how they convinced your brother to agree to this plan. You can only watch as each of them fill the room one by one, some sitting alongside you on the bed and some plopping down onto the carpeted floor.

You're drinking from the can of beer Haechan has forced into your hand, much to Mark's dismay. Mark's friends are unruly and lively, and they don't fail to pull a few hearty laughs out of you. Every few minutes, you find your eyes straying to the boy sitting the furthest away from you, wondering whether he's trying to think of ways to get out of your bedroom without raising any suspicion.

As the night progresses, Mark is the first to retire to his own bedroom, visibly worn out and slightly tipsy. Jisung follows after him. Just as you expect, it doesn't take long for Jeno to also leave, departing with a quiet 'goodnight' and nothing more.

Jaemin and Haechan stay a little longer, watching Chenle and Renjun try to prove which one of them can consume more beer in the shortest amount of time. There comes a point when you realise it's unlikely either of them will be able to stand on their own, let alone make their way downstairs to the couch in one piece.

That's how you end up with two intoxicated boys asleep on your bedroom floor with their limbs tangled and beer cans strewn all over the ground. Jaemin and Haechan grab the blanket and pillows from the couches downstairs, making sure Chenle and Renjun are as warm and comfortable as they can be on the floor before leaving to go to the guest room.

You lie awake late into the night, staring at the ceiling of your bedroom, willing yourself to go to sleep. But no matter how hard you try, no matter how long you close your eyes, sleep just won't come.

The fatigue is just starting to wash over you, and you think you finally have the chance to fall asleep, but a sudden snore has you snapping your eyes open and looking in the direction of the ground. Chenle has moved to sleep on his side, and the drool trickling down his cheek is seeping into the pillow, staining it.

You sit up, glaring at his sleeping figure. When he lets out another loud snore, you debate about whether to try to wake him up or try to tune him out. You know the latter won't happen when his snore seems to become louder each time, reaching a volume so loud you're afraid the whole house will eventually wake up.

He doesn't wake up when you call out his name. He doesn't even budge when you gently nudge him on the ribs with your foot. You didn't know somebody could become so wasted from drinking a few cans of beer.

With a tired grumble, you slip out of bed, carefully stepping over the two boys on the floor before exiting the room. Peering down over the railing, you can see the dim glow of the night lamp coming from the living room. From your angle, you're unable to see Jeno on the couch, and you grow even more curious as to whether he's already asleep.

After some careful thinking, you decide that it would be impossible to go back to sleep without sating your curiosity first, so you hesitantly make your way downstairs. If Jeno happens to be awake, you could always use the excuse of wanting to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, although you doubt he would even ask you in the first place.

It has always been an unspoken rule between you and Jeno that neither of you is to do small talk with each other. You don't know when or how it started, neither do you know who initiated it first. The others have noticed, of course, but they've stopped pointing it out long ago, likely coming to the conclusion that you and Jeno simply don't get along.

The moment you reach the bottom of the steps, you make a beeline to the kitchen, heart racing as you grab a glass from the pantry, filling it up with some water. As you wait for it to fill, you risk a glance towards the living room, startled to see Jeno's side profile as he leans back on the couch, face illuminated with the light from his phone screen.

You've acquired the answer to your question rather quickly, and if you were any less nosy, you would simply go up the stairs to return to your bedroom. But a tiny part of you is telling you to wait and take this chance to talk to Jeno.

You'll admit, it takes you at least half a minute of sipping mindlessly on your glass of water to finally gather the courage to walk into the living room. Like always, Jeno barely acknowledges your presence as you sit on the couch across from him. The room's colder now that the fireplace isn't lit, but your face feels warm anyway from the anticipation of having a proper conversation with Jeno for once.

There's tension in the air as soon as you sit down, but Jeno still refuses to meet your eyes, keeping his gaze trained on the phone on his lap. "Couldn't sleep?" you mumble, flashing a small smile when Jeno looks up.

"Something like that," he merely replies before going back to look at his phone.

You're quickly regretting your idea of trying to mend your friendship with Jeno—if there was any friendship, to begin with. If he doesn't want to be friends, the least he can do is give you the reason why. Well, perhaps he doesn't owe you an explanation at all, but you think you deserve it after having known him for at least a year.

The more you look at Jeno, the more you realise how beautiful he really is—the delicate slope of his nose, the curve of his lips and the beauty mark under his eye. Jeno has always been attractive, you suppose, but you've never really dared to look at him long enough to really drink in his features.

"Chenle snores really loud," you remark, testing the waters, wanting to slowly ease into a conversation before dropping the big question.

He hums, nodding. "Does he?" The way he says it is nonchalant, and you find your patience wearing thin as he scrolls on his phone without any regard to you.

"I'm sorry you have to sleep down here by yourself. I tried waking Chenle and Renjun up, but-"

"It's fine." His answer is curt and to the point, and you don't miss the small sigh he releases as he tosses his phone to the side. "I'm getting sleepy. You should go back upstairs."

You are seldom angry, but the way he dismisses you so casually have you seeing red. "Why do you hate me so much?"

Jeno's unfolding the blanket, starting to shift down the couch to lie down on his back, but he ceases his action when he hears your question. He sits up, looking to the side to finally meet your eyes for once. "What did you just say?"

You sigh, setting your glass of water down on the coffee table once you realise how shaky your hands have become. "I don't have a problem with you hating me, but I just wanna know why."

You wish you didn't sound so vulnerable, but it's starting to dawn on you that you're finally confronting Jeno, and you have no idea how he's going to react. You'd like to think that you're prepared for whatever he has to say about you, but you'd only be deceiving yourself. You're terrified his confession might just cut you deep and leave you regretting even asking in the first place.

You're beginning to wonder whether you should just stand up and walk away, leaving Jeno alone to sleep in peace. Maybe someday you'll have the courage to ask him again.

"I don't know how you came to that conclusion," Jeno says, once again avoiding your eyes.

"You're always treating me like I'm invisible."

He shakes his head. "I'm like this with everyone."

"You know that's not true."

With a sigh, Jeno stands from the couch, saying nothing as he walks to the kitchen, leaving you to stare at him incredulously from where you're sitting. You should be used to Jeno's apathetic ways by now, but tonight, his blatant ignorance is stirring the pent up irritation you've been holding in for more than a year.

"Why won't you just tell me the reason why?"

"Agh, just drop it, won't you? It's way too late to have this conversation."

"I get along just fine with the others, but you-"

"Fuck, it's not about you, okay?"

"Then why won't you talk to me?"

Jeno opens his mouth to say something, and you eagerly anticipate what he's going to say. Much to your dismay, he snaps his mouth closed and shakes his head as if to get rid of the thoughts plaguing his mind.

"What are you doing?" you mumble when he returns back to the couch, lying down and draping the blanket over himself.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He reaches over the arm of the couch, switching off the night lamp. The light from the kitchen is the only source of light on the first floor now.

You know Jeno's not going to give in if you keep pushing this way, but you're not about to give up. With a small sigh, you lower yourself down on the couch, lying down parallel to Jeno. It doesn't take you long to comprehend just how cold it is in the living room. But still, you think you would rather go to sleep freezing than go back into your room and have to listen to Chenle's snoring all night.

You know you're going to wake up shivering the next morning, with aching muscles and numb fingers, but you're hoping that maybe—just maybe—this is going to earn some sympathy from Jeno. Maybe he'll take pity on you and stop being so cold, although you know the chances of that happening is very slim.

In an attempt to warm yourself up, you tuck your hands underneath your head and curl your legs, hoping you'll fall asleep before the idea of grabbing your trusty blanket from your bedroom becomes too enticing to ignore. Grabbing your blanket would only mean you would wake up snug and warm, and that would ruin your absurd plan of trying to gain Jeno's pity.

You manage to fall in and out of sleep, waking up once in a while to your teeth chattering and a mild headache that's gradually spreading to your temple. It's pathetic what you're willing to do for somebody who hasn't shown you even an ounce of kindness, but you think it's worth it if the person is Lee Jeno.

You're not sure how many hours have passed when you awaken once again to light footsteps coming down the stairs. With your eyes still closed, you can only assume it's one of the boys coming down to grab something from the kitchen. However, you're left puzzled when the person starts approaching you, stopping by the side of your couch.

Your heart is racing, both curious and slightly terrified of who it is and what they're doing standing by your couch. For a few seconds, the only thing you can hear in the room is your breathing, but then you hear the person start to move.

You smell their scent first, a whiff of something earthy and fresh—cedarwood and green apple mint. It's Jeno, you're sure.

Then comes the weight of a blanket on top of you, and you almost sigh in relief when the heat envelopes you. It's bliss, and goosebumps rise along your arm at the feeling of the much-needed heat. The unanticipated comfort is quickly lulling you to sleep, but you instantly awaken when you feel a soft touch on your cheek. It's so soft, you almost mistake it for a breeze.

Jeno retracts his hand as soon as your eyes flutter open, meeting his dark ones. You see him curl his hand into a fist by his side—as if your skin has burned the pads of his fingers and he regrets ever coming too close.

Perhaps you should feel afraid with Jeno's broad figure looming over you on the couch, but all you can comprehend is the smell of his cologne and the way it leaves you feeling heady. He's so close that you can almost taste a hint of his perfume on your tongue.

Jeno wordlessly spins on his heels, ready to go back to the other side of the room, and you snap out of your momentary haze, scrambling up into a sitting position. Thankfully, he doesn't pull away when your hand wraps around his arm, tugging, practically begging him not to leave.

He doesn't look at you at first, keeping his head turned away from you. It isn't until you mumble his name under your breath that he finally turns. Reluctantly, he walks back closer to you, swallowing hard when you tilt your head up just to look at him.

Jeno has always been quiet, you think, but not like this, never like this. You don't let go of his arm as you rise up onto your knees on the couch, afraid he might bolt away from you at any moment.

The blanket that was once draped over you falls from your body. You don't quite reach Jeno's height as you kneel on the couch, so you reach up to grab at his shoulder with your free hand.

Jeno still doesn't speak as you draw him closer, stopping when your faces are so close that you're breathing in each other's air. You're terrified, heart beating so fast in your chest you're afraid it might break through your ribcage. But you know if you don't do this now, you might never get the chance to ever get this close to breaking Jeno's resolve ever again.

Perhaps it's the fact that you're alone in the same room for once, or maybe because the both of you are groggy from the lack of sleep, but neither of you makes a move to pull away. This, it feels right. To be so close to Jeno feels right, and you'd be a damn fool to back out now.

"Jeno," you whisper, fingers digging into his shoulder, dizzy at the proximity.

He catches you by surprise, leaning down to capture your lips with his. You gasp into his mouth, almost toppling backward onto the couch if not for one of his arms around your waist. It's exhilarating—the pent up yearning and hunger accumulating over the past year finally released in the form of a heated kiss.

You feel the fire in your belly, blazing fiery, burning you from the inside out. Only Jeno can quench the flames. With every flick of his tongue against yours, you feel yourself being consumed, head filled with nothing but thoughts of Jeno burying himself inside of you.

You let go of his arm and shoulder, pulling on the hem of his shirt, hinting at him to take it off. Jeno pulls back, complying with your request. The darkness limits your ability to see, but you don't let that stop you from touching him, relishing the way the firm plane of his chest feels underneath your palms.

Jeno hisses when you scratch your nails down the ridges of his abs, marking him, hoping he'll see it in the morning and be reminded of you. But with the way he's kissing you now, you'd think he has thought about your lips countless times before and is now savouring what he had thought would only ever be a fantasy.

"Fuck..." Jeno mumbles as he leans his forehead against yours.

"What's wrong?"

He sighs heavily. "We shouldn't be doing this."

Shaking your head, you tilt your head to kiss him again, but he backs away before you can, leaving you to look up at him confused. "What is it? Why are you always pushing me away?"

Scoffing, he pulls away from you completely, retreating, building his walls back up. Just when you thought you had him, he breaks away. "This is exactly what I was trying to avoid."

You stand up just as he sits down on the other couch, arms resting on his knees as he leans forward. His head hangs forward, silky hair falling over his face. You approach quietly, standing in front of his hunched figure.

He flinches when you bring your fingers over the back of his neck, down to his upper spine. His skin is warm and soft, and the muscles of his back flex as you continue touching him.

"What are you so afraid of, Jeno?" you whisper, cupping his cheeks so you can tilt his head up. You step closer until you're standing between his legs. Jeno doesn't protest, seemingly under a spell as you urge him to lean back. "Why are you trying to fight it? Just let me in."

His hands grip your waist as you lower yourself down to straddle him, never breaking eye contact. You move slowly, not wanting to scare Jeno into retreating from you again. This is your last chance, you're sure of it.

He's about to speak, but you don't let him, wrapping your arms around his neck and dipping down to smash your lips against his. The groan that rumbles deep in his chest has you instinctively bucking your hips, clothed heat meeting the hardening bulge under his sweatpants. A spark courses through you at the stimulation, breaking away from Jeno to let out a quiet whimper.

Jeno's eyes widen at the soft noise you let out, heart palpitating and pupils dilating. He latches his mouth onto your neck, sucking harshly with the clear intent of leaving marks.

"Fuck, Jeno..." You inhale sharply when his hand reaches underneath your sweater, cupping your breast. His thumb grazes your hardened nipple as he trails kisses over your jaw, goosebumps erupting all over your body at the coolness of his hand against your burning skin.

"Take it off," Jeno mutters against your cheek, hot breath dampening the skin.

You don't hesitate to pull your sweater over your head, leaving your torso bare for the man in front of you. You shiver as the cold air of the room engulfs you, but it's quickly forgotten as soon as you feel Jeno's mouth around your nipple, suckling, biting, tugging, leaving you a squirming mess on his lap.

"Jeno..."

He hums, tongue trailing up the valley of your breasts, leaving behind a wet patch of skin. He turns to your other breast, licking over the plush flesh before encasing his mouth around the stiff bud.

You exhale a breath, burying your fingers into his tousled hair, pulling him closer to you, basking in the attention he's giving you. You had never expected to spend the night with Jeno like this, but you'd be lying if you said you've never daydreamed of being in this exact position before.

When Jeno suddenly pushes a hand into your pants, you're suddenly reminded of what you came down here for in the first place. "Jeno," you start, finding it so hard to talk when he's touching you, tracing a finger up and down your slit through the soaked fabric of your panties. "Want you to tell me the reason..."

Jeno's grip on your waist tightens, either a warning or an encouragement for you to continue speaking, you don't know. You don't think much about it, though, adamant about finishing your sentence even when you're struggling to conjure up any coherent word.

"Tell me—unghh—why you hate me..."

Jeno doesn't reply and instead tugs the crotch of your panties to the side before pressing a finger inside your hole, catching you off guard. "S-Shit, ohh, Jeno.."

"Shh, stay quiet unless you want the others to hear, princess."

The combination of the pet name and the way he curls his finger inside of you has you choking on air and kissing him as if he's your only source of oxygen. "Don't stop, Jeno, please," you say in between kisses, eyebrows stitching together when you feel him insert another finger, stretching you out.

The room that was once nothing but uninviting and cold feels so much hotter now, almost suffocating. It's difficult to even breathe, chest tightening every time Jeno hooks his fingers, pads stroking over the spot that makes your thighs tremble in anticipation.

"R-Right there. O-Oh... feels so good." You start lifting your hips, only to drop back down, matching the pace of Jeno's fingers. The stretch burns, but the pain only spurs the building pleasure.

"So pretty," Jeno mutters before kissing you hard, teeth digging into your lower lip before his tongue licks over it to soothe the swollen skin. "Gonna need you to cum for me. Can you do that?"

You nod, eyes shutting as he picks up speed, driving his fingers into you faster. The squelching noise between your legs fills the room. It's lewd, and you're afraid somebody from the second floor will hear, but the thought of somebody coming down to see you on top of Jeno with his digits buried inside your pussy only serves to turn you on even more.

His thumb catches onto your clit, unmoving, only pressing, putting pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Jeno glares up at you when you moan a little too loudly, moving his hand from your waist down to your ass, squeezing harshly. "Not too loud, princess."

You know being quiet will be near impossible when Jeno is toying with your pussy like this, stretching you out and scissoring his fingers as though he knows his way around your body more than you do. When you cum, you bury your face into his neck, panting, gasping as you cream around his fingers, hips jerking forward, trying to prolong your orgasm.

You reluctantly lift your head from Jeno's shoulder when you hear him groan, only to see his fingers in his mouth, licking up the remnants of your cum. The gesture sends you into a frenzy, pussy spasming, begging to be filled by his cock. You rush to stand up, knees buckling slightly as you shimmy out of your pants.

Jeno turns you around before you can tug off your panties, hands massaging your ass, prying it apart. "Please, Jeno, need you now," you blurt out, thighs squeezing together, seeking some much-needed friction.

"You'll have me, just a little longer," he says offhandedly, thumb pressing into your rim through your panties, causing you to dart forward, trying to get away from the unfamiliar feeling. You don't get far before Jeno's hands are on your thighs, drawing you back a little too roughly.

You cry out his name in surprise, and he clicks his tongue almost disappointedly, slapping your ass. The sound resonates through the silent house, and you turn towards the stairs as though expecting one of your friends, or worst, your brother, to suddenly appear.

The feeling of Jeno dragging your panties down your legs have you turning your head back to look at him seated on the couch behind you. His eyes stay glued on the spot between your legs as you step out of your panties. Jeno mindlessly tosses the ruined fabric somewhere in the room, transfixed by the view of your wet, puffy pussy, glinting in what little light is coming from the kitchen.

You wait in anticipation as Jeno's hand rests on your lower back, urging you to bend forward just enough for him to get a better look. He cusses under his breath when he sees your folds part with a vulgar, sticky sound, revealing your clit and throbbing hole underneath.

Jeno doesn't give you a warning before diving in, tongue plunging into your winking hole. Still sensitive from your orgasm, you keen, feeling as if you might cum for the second time in under a minute. With nothing to hold on to, you sway slightly, struggling to balance yourself with the pleasure pulsing through you like shockwaves of electricity.

Tears blur your eyes when you feel him suck your clit into his mouth, scraping it gently with his teeth. Your toes dig into the carpet under your feet, trying to keep yourself grounded, even when Jeno's making you feel as though you're ascending to cloud nine. "J-Jeno, no more, please, need your cock."

Jeno doesn't argue with your request, simply spinning you back around so you're facing him. Your breath catches in your throat when you see him, the lower part of his face glistening with your wetness. The pure lust in his eyes is evident as he gazes up at you, licking his lips as if he can't get enough of your taste.

"I want you to tell me the reason why you've been avoiding me all this time," you blurt out.

He ignores you, standing up to his full height, towering over your naked form. His tall frame makes you feel small and vulnerable, a silent reminder that you don't have full control of this situation—of him—no matter how much you try. But you won't let that deter you because you're positive you're going to get an answer from him before the night can come to an end.

"I mean it, Jeno. Did you even hear me?"

"I heard you just fine," he grumbles.

Jeno hooks his thumbs into his sweatpants, pulling it down along with his boxer, leaving him just as naked as you. His cock stands heavy against his stomach, the silhouette of the veins running along his shaft visible in the dim lighting. He yanks you toward him by your waist, swallowing your surprised gasp with his mouth, kissing you feverishly.

Your skin prickles when you realise you can taste yourself on his lips—musky, somewhat bitter but not unpleasant. You don't miss the way the bulky outline of his cock presses against your belly, evidence that he wants this just as much as you do, maybe even more.

He grabs your hand in his, guiding your fingers around the base of his cock, sighing when you squeeze experimentally. His jaw locks together as you start inching upward, index finger brushing over the slit, smearing precum all over the tip.

Jeno lets go of your hand after a while, letting you decide your own pace as you stroke up and down his shaft. As he leans his forehead against your temple, he closes his eyes, loving the fact that your hand feels so different to his. Yours are much smaller, with softer palms and no callouses from hard labour.

Your free hand tugs at the hair on the back of his neck, causing Jeno's eyes to shoot open. You're staring intently down at your hand on his cock, eyes glazed with lust, looking as though you want to devour him right then and there.

Jeno swears he could cum when you suddenly blink up at him, tilting your head to the side slightly—the image of compliance and innocence. "Shit... Keep going for me, princess, your hand feels so good."

"I'll stop if you don't tell me the reason," you bargain, slowing your strokes, watching as Jeno starts thrusting into your hand instead, lost in the pleasure. Noticing he's ignoring you, you stop your movement entirely, smiling coyly when he glowers down at you.

With a firm grip on your upper arm, Jeno hauls you back toward the couch. You land on your back with a huff, watching Jeno's approaching figure, the kitchen light shining from behind him only serving to make him look even more daunting.

You push yourself up onto your elbow, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Why is it so hard for you to tell me-"

"Why do you wanna know so bad? What's it to you if I hate you?"

When you don't reply, he moves to position himself above you, the comfortable weight of his body pressing down onto you. A kiss is all it takes for your thoughts to melt away, slowly vanishing until all you can think about is the way he fits so perfect between your legs.

Your nails prod into the skin of his shoulders when he starts sucking on your tongue, spit mixing with yours, starting to run down your chin. You squeak into the kiss when you feel him roll his hips, balls pressed tight against your clit.

Jeno reaches a hand between your bodies, positioning the tip of his cock against your opening. "Jeno, w-wait," you say before he can push into you. "I wanna see you. Wanna see your face while you fuck me, please..."

Jeno complies, stretching his hand over your head and flicking the switch to the night lamp. You squint when the yellow light fills the room, blinded by the sudden brightness. Your eyes adjust eventually, and you're rendered speechless at how beautiful Jeno looks bathing in the soft light of the lamp.

Just like what you're doing to him, he's also studying you, analysing every inch of your face as though he's trying to commit it to his memory. Jeno snaps out of his reverie when you start squirming underneath him, not used to being the subject of his attention.

Jeno swallows in the momentary silence, cock twitching when he realises you're laid out naked beneath him, legs parted and lust-filled eyes staring up at him expectantly. He cups the side of your face in one hand, thumb caressing the side of your eyebrow almost tenderly.

"Tell me you want this," Jeno whispers, afraid if he talked any louder, his voice would crack.

"I do want this. I want you, Jeno. Do you want this?"

Jeno responds by breaching your pussy with his cock, a pretty groan leaving his lips as he fights to keep his eyes open. He wants to see you as he fills you to the hilt, wants to watch the way your eyebrows furrow and the way your mouth opens in a silent moan.

"Jeno..." you breathlessly sigh out, grabbing the hand on the side of your head and bringing it to your mouth, kissing his palm. "Tell me, please..."

Jeno proceeds to cover your mouth with his palm, rendering you unable to speak but making sure his grip isn't tight enough so you could rip his hand away if you wanted to.

Your eyes fall shut when Jeno slides the rest of the way in, sinking even deeper into you, stuffing you completely. When your eyes open again, he pulls back, only to thrust back in seconds later.

Jeno feels the vibration of your moan on his palm, he feels your hot breath against his skin. His stomach tightens at the feeling of your velvety walls sucking him in, clamping down on his length whenever he pulls back.

Your heels dig into the back of his thighs, urging Jeno to go deeper. Jeno reaches down to grab the back of your thigh, pulling your leg up until it's folded underneath him, calf pressing against his chest.

You gasp into his hand, the new position making it feel as if you're being split in half by Jeno's cock. He manages to maintain a steady pace, and soon, you find yourself struggling to breathe enough air through your nose. The lack of oxygen in your lungs is exhilarating, but black dots are starting to dance in your vision, so you begrudgingly push Jeno's hand away from your mouth, inhaling sharply when he does.

"F-Fuck, don't stop," you say through Jeno's powerful thrusts. Perspiration runs down Jeno's bowed neck, trickling down his chest before it drops onto your own. You strain your neck upward, tongue catching the sweat droplets on his collarbone, stomach sucking in when the salty taste fills your mouth.

Jeno dips down, pressing his lips to yours, savouring the salty taste still lingering in your mouth. You jolt when a hard thrust is delivered, gasping into his mouth. Jeno takes the chance to dip his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you start sucking on the wet muscle and bobbing your head as if it was his cock.

Another rough thrust, and you cry out at the sudden blur of pain and pleasure that shoots up your spine. Each of Jeno's thrusts is jostling you higher, closer to the arm of the couch. Jeno seems to take notice of this and tucks an arm underneath your armpit, grabbing onto your shoulder from underneath, keeping you locked to him as he rocks into you.

The position is much more intimate, allowing the both of you to be pressed against each other. You can feel Jeno's heartbeat against your supple breast, and your nipples rub against his taut chest whenever he moves. His breathing is ragged as he buries his face into your neck, mumbling out your name almost drunkenly.

Blood is roaring in your ears as Jeno fucks himself into you, cock rubbing your cunt raw. "Shit... f-feel so full, unghh!" you cry out, earning a warning bite on your shoulder. "J-Jeno."

"Feels so good, fuck... Pussy feels so good around me," Jeno says against your ear, tracing your earlobe with his tongue before biting into it, softly tugging it.

Circling your arms around his neck, you rake down his back with your fingernails, no doubt leaving angry, red marks down his smooth, pale skin. "Jeno, I want you to look at me..."

Jeno does, pulling his head back just enough to meet your eyes with his. When he does, you find yourself struggling to remember what you wanted to say in the first place. Jeno's eyes are dark, almost black. Fire pools in your abdomen, and the spring coils tightly. For a moment, you hear nothing but Jeno's low groans and your quiet whimpers blending together in the most heavenly symphony.

"I'm looking at you," Jeno murmurs, eyes watching you, afraid to blink as if you'll disappear from underneath him if he did. "Always looking at you..."

Your brain is foggy, and you haven't quite comprehended Jeno's words just yet. "If you won't—ughh— if you won't tell me the reason, then tell me one thing. Tell me you hate me, Jeno."

Jeno shakes his head, feeling your wetness splash onto his pelvis whenever his balls slap against you. He closes his eyes, breathing you in, memorising the way you feel around him—so soft, wet, and delicate. The smell of sex permeates the air, and Jeno hopes it doesn't cling onto the furniture until morning.

You feel your orgasm creeping, tendrils sneaking around your whole body, ready to devour you. You know you don't have much time, so you cup Jeno's jaw, urging him to open his eyes. "Either tell me the reason or tell me you hate me."

Jeno's already shaking his head before you can complete your sentence, and you snap. With what little strength you can muster up, you push at his chest, causing him to sit up onto his knees, cock slipping out of you with a slick pop. You stand from the couch, pushing at Jeno's shoulder until he gives in and sits back, allowing you to straddle him.

Jeno can only watch bewilderedly as you align yourself with his cock before letting your legs go slack, impaling yourself on his length. You moan out in bliss at the feeling of having him inside again.

Without wasting another second, you start bouncing up and down, and soon enough, you've developed a pace that's comfortable for both you and Jeno. Occasionally, you circle your hips around his base and watch as his stomach flexes, trying to hold back just a little longer.

"Tell me, or I'll stop."

Jeno pulls you into a kiss, and when he pulls away, he starts mumbling the phrase against your lips over and over again. "I hate you. I fucking hate you," he repeats.

At his words, you start going faster, not caring that the others might be able to hear the sound of your ass slapping against Jeno's thighs. You're delirious, feeling as though you've achieved something grand. But is it worth it if you don't know the reason?

"Now tell me the reason..."

Jeno scowls, hand coming up to grasp at your neck, using it as leverage to lift you up and drop you back down as he starts moving his hips. He paws at your breast with his other hand, squeezing and pinching until you wail out at the pain.

"I hate you so much, so fucking much." You nod, urging him to continue as he continues to choke you. "Hate this little pussy so much I wanna fuck it until it's all swollen and you're crying for me to stop."

"D-Don't stop, J-Jeno, please..." you wheeze out, eyes rolling back, pussy clamping, milking his cock.

"Hate your face, princess, hate how pretty you look like this."

"Jeno, I'm cumming, please, c-cumming!"

"Hate how good you feel against me. Hate that I can't fucking resist you," he rasps out, cock twitching inside you, swelling up, ready to explode.

You're chanting Jeno's name, tears trickling down your cheeks. Your thighs burn, wanting to give out and let Jeno do all the work. The end feels so close, but so far away at the same time. You contemplate reaching down to toy with your clit, but what Jeno says next has you bursting.

"I hate that I don't hate you."

You arch against him, hips stilling as the crippling pleasure washes over you. You moan Jeno's name as you cum around him, coating the length of his cock in a white cast. Your limbs are trembling, overwhelmed with just how good it feels to finally let go. "Oh god, feels so good, Jeno..."

Jeno throws his head back, hooded eyes looking up at you. "Where do you want it?"

On the verge of passing out from how overwhelmed you feel, you can only mumble out a weak 'inside'. Jeno grunts once and bucks his hips, cock twitching as he empties himself inside your warm walls, earning a choked gasp from you.

"Fuck..." Jeno drawls out, wrapping his arms around you to pull you close as thick ropes of his cum continue to shoot into you. He buries his face into your chest, sighing blissfully when he finally finishes. His cock starts to soften inside of you, allowing the mixture of your cum to drip down on his stomach.

You don't expect Jeno to suddenly cup your cheek, pulling you into a kiss that feels different to the ones before. It's less rushed this time, as though the both of you have all the time in the world. His arms stay wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him. When he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, your pussy tightens around his cock on instinct, making him pull away with a strained groan.

When he finally pulls himself out of you, you collapse onto the couch, thighs clenched together, waiting for Jeno to retrieve some tissue. You stare at the ceiling as you wait, reality seeping in. You hadn't anticipated finishing with more questions than answers, and you feel ashamed that you hadn't been able to hold yourself back.

There's no turning back now. There's no way to know what will become of you and Jeno after this, and you're afraid you've just done something that would push Jeno even further away from you.

Jeno's touch on your leg is soft, and you look down to see him in his boxer, tissue paper in one hand. "Let me clean you up," he says, prying your legs apart.

"Jeno, do you remember saying... you hate that you don't hate me?"

"Yeah," Jeno replies in a quiet voice.

"Did you mean it?"

"I meant it."

You sit up, looking at him incredulously. "Then why?" Your tone is angry, tired of not getting a straight answer from him. "I deserve to know."

Jeno sighs, standing up to throw away the dirty tissue. When he returns, you don't hesitate to straddle him, making him chuckle under his breath, hands coming to rest on your hips. "You wanna know that bad, huh? It wasn't obvious enough for you?"

"With the way you were ignoring me, you made it pretty clear that you hated me, but I guess I was wrong, so I'm going to need you to explain for me."

There's a pause, but you wait patiently, enjoying the way his thumbs rub circles into your sides. "Alright, put your clothes on first, then I'll tell you."

"No," you stubbornly say, lips pulling into a thin line.

"Come on, you'll get cold."

You wordlessly snatch the blanket Jeno had been using, wrapping it around the both of you. "You were saying?"

There's reluctance in Jeno's eyes, but he forces himself to speak the truth anyway. "When you met us about a year ago, everyone saw how interested Haechan was with you, so Mark-"

"Haechan was interested in me?"

Jeno chuckles at your surprised expression. "All of us noticed except you. I mean... I think he might still be interested."

"So is that it? You don't wanna break your dear friend's heart?"

"I could care less about him. He only stopped trying to get with you because of your brother. Mark sat us down one night when it was only the seven of us, got all serious and shit. He told us none of us would ever have a chance with you and that he would never allow it anyway."

"Why would he say that? I'm an adult. I can take care of myself."

"He's trying to protect you, that's all."

You scowl. "That still doesn't explain why you avoided me."

"Haechan wasn't the only one that wanted you."

The blood drains from your face, heart plunging to your stomach. "What..."

"I'm saying I like you," Jeno declares, smiling softly up at you.

You're unable to mirror his smile. You've dreamt of this moment before, but now that it has arrived, you can't find it in you to feel happy. In fact, you feel like you're only seconds away from vomiting. "You avoided me because of my brother's words? Is he my father now or something?"

Jeno cups your face in his two hands, dread filling him when he realises the tears in your eyes. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry, alright? I just assumed that if I kept myself away from you, the feelings would go away, but I was wrong. I like you, I always have, and it's not going to change no matter how much I avoid you—I know that now."

You can't help the sobs that wrack your body as you stand from Jeno's lap, letting the blanket fall to the floor. Jeno's mumbling apologies to you as you gather your clothes, hurriedly putting them back on.

"I really am sorry, alright? Please, just talk to me."

"No, Jeno! I've liked you for more than a year, and I made my effort to get close to you, and you ignored me because of something my stupid brother said? What right does he have over me? He doesn't own me."

"Let's talk this out, please? I'm sorry, I really am."

"It doesn't matter anymore. You made me feel like there was something wrong with me for over a year, Jeno! I just... I need some time to think about this."

Jeno knows that no matter how much he apologises, you would ignore him just like what he did to you for more than a year. So he watches you go up the stairs with a heavy heart, knowing he deserves it for being so stupid and not listening to his heart.

-

"Wake up, lazy. Breakfast is ready."

You groan into your pillow. "Go away, Chenle."

You hear him snicker, then another voice joins in. "Did you sleep well last night?" Renjun asks almost a little too casually.

"Nope, thanks to your snoring, Chenle."

"All the more reason for you to spend time with Jeno, right?"

You shoot up onto a sitting position, eyeing both Chenle and Renjun in horror, head pounding from lack of sleep. "What are you talking about?"

Renjun's scoffing at Chenle from where he's seated on your desk chair. "I thought we agreed on waiting until she confesses herself."

Chenle grins. "It was taking too long. I'm starving, so let's just get this done and over with. How long have you been with Jeno?"

"Chenle's betting from a few weeks ago, but I'm sure it's been going on since the start. So, last year? Tell me I'm right, please, cause I need the 20 bucks."

"What the- you bet money on me?"

"Relax..." Renjun says. "Mark doesn't know about you and Jeno. It's only us two."

You swallow, mind reeling with the memory of what you and Jeno did just last night. "N-Nothing's going on between Jeno and me."

Renjun groans, the chair creaking underneath him as he leans back. "Just quit the act. We both heard you last night. Don't worry, we didn't hear much before we ended up falling back asleep."

You wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole. "You heard us?" Your face burns red when both of them nod at your question.

"You weren't exactly quiet. Jeno wasn't either..." Chenle murmurs, sharing a knowing smile with Renjun. "Look, just please answer our question. We won't tell anyone, we swear."

Renjun nods, agreeing with Chenle's words, looking at you expectantly. "What's said in this room will never leave this room."

"Why did you think there was something between Jeno and me? I mean, before what happened... last night."

"It was so obvious! Jeno never opens his mouth when he's around you. Gets all flustered and shit. It's almost disgusting to watch."

"But that's not all," Renjun counters. "Jeno hasn't fucked anyone in, like, a year—just right after the both of you met. I connected the dots. If Jeno's not fucking anyone, that means he's fucking someone, and he's keeping them a secret. Your brother would kill him if he ever found out about the two of you."

"So is it a friends-with-benefit thing, or do you guys like each other? Cause I know for a fact he's fucking whipped for you."

I like you, I always have, and it's not going to change no matter how much I avoid you—I know that now.

"We... like each other, I guess. But that's all it is," you admit, feeling guilty of leaving Jeno alone after his confession last night.

"Okay, we'll help you out with keeping this a secret from Mark and the others, but you gotta tell us how long this has been going on first?" Renjun says.

"Um, last night was... the first time," you admit rather awkwardly.

"Fuck, are you serious? I really wanted that 20 bucks," Renjun grumbles.

"Wait, wait. So you're telling me... that if we didn't sleep in here last night, you wouldn't have been with Jeno downstairs?"

"Well, no, I guess. Wait, did you guys purposely sleep in here? You wanted to see if something would happen?"

Renjun and Chenle have the audacity to look guilty before bolting from your room, rushed footsteps descending down the stairs. You flop back onto your bed with a heavy sigh. How would you ever face Jeno now?

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[sweetlemontart]

pink or blue | johnny suh [M]

summary ⇾ life couldn't be any more perfect. with johnny suh as your husband and the father of your daughter, you're perfectly content with your little family of three. your daughter, however, thinks there's something lacking still—a sibling. as a mother, you can't possibly refuse her request. you wonder, how does johnny feel about trying for another baby?

PAIRING // johnny suh x fem!reader

GENRE // explicit smut, lots of domestic fluff, just mc and johnny being cute parents

WARNING // 18+, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, creampie, breeding obviously cause they tryna have a baby lol, oral sex (f & m receiving), some degradation, handjob, somnophilia i guess, fingering

WORD COUNT // 10.1k

AUTHOR’S NOTE // this is as self-indulgent as a fic can get :] literally, I grew up despising the idea of marriage or having a kid, but as soon as I started stanning Johnny Suh, suddenly I'm ready to be a housewife. I will crawl on my knees, I will cook and polish ur boots with my spit sir pls let me

Daeun is pouting, doe eyes blinking up at you innocently. You had been prepared to scold her but is now finding yourself in a dilemma as she pleads with you to let her have some milk chocolate in the sweetest voice she can muster up. "Please, can I have some, Mummy?"

You push yourself up from your seat, offering her your hand. She's beaming as she slips her tiny hand into yours, not wasting a single second before guiding you toward the table of sweets Jaehyun's wife had organised for her son's birthday party.

Jungwoo's standing by the table, nursing a glass of a mysterious red drink in his hand as he plucks a mini doughnut from the neat arrangement of sweets and candies on the table. He sees you approaching and smiles as he greets you.

Daeun ignores him completely, pointing at the tray of chocolate slices on the table. "That one, please."

Jungwoo pinches her cheek gently, gaining her attention. "You're not even going to say hi to Uncle Jungwoo?" he asks, pouting down at her playfully.

Your daughter is quick to hug one of his legs, pulling away just as quickly. "What are you drinking, Uncle Jungwoo?" Daeun is curiously looking at the glass in Jungwoo's hand.

"It's raspberry soda. Have you had some?"

Daeun crinkles her nose, shaking her head in disgust as she grabs your hand in her own, nuzzling close to your leg and almost losing her balance in the process. "Daddy says I shouldn't drink fizzy drinks. I don't like it anyway, it tickles my tongue."

"Yeah, well your daddy's right, soda's not very healthy for you."

"Then why are you drinking it?"

Jungwoo seems surprised by her question, taking a few seconds to come up with an answer. "Oh, well, I only drink it once in a while. It's okay if you don't drink it too often."

Daeun seems to have lost interest in her conversation with Jungwoo, tugging at your hand so you would look at her. "Can I have the chocolate now, Mummy?" she asks, thanking you once you hand her a relatively small piece.

Jungwoo's chuckling to himself as he watches your daughter with sparkling eyes. "You know, I'm surprised you and Johnny haven't decided to have another child yet. You'd be lucky to have another little one that's half as clever as this one," Jungwoo says, motioning to Daeun, who is oblivious to what he's saying as she nibbles on her chocolate.

You lightly pet Daeun's hair, pondering a little too long about Jungwoo's words. Johnny and you never explicitly discussed having another child after having Daeun, but she's about to turn four soon, and you don't think you want to wait any longer if you do decide to get pregnant again.

"I've thought about it, a lot, actually," you reply truthfully. "But... having Daeun has been more than enough for me so far, you know?"

"But doesn't she want a sibling at least? Being an only child isn't so fun, I think. I can't even begin to imagine how lonely I would've felt without my sister."

"Hm, you're right. Johnny's mother once told me she regrets not having another child. It's a good thing Johnny's a social butterfly, so he grew up just fine all by himself."

Jungwoo shrugs, smiling. "But not everyone's built like Johnny, right?"

Glancing down at Daeun, you nod. "Right. He's one of a kind, I guess."

You stay at the party for another two hours, spending your time talking to Johnny's friends and their wives as you keep a watchful eye on Daeun playing along with the other kids. Occasionally, Johnny would approach you, hugging you from behind or kissing your temple as he effortlessly joins in on your conversation.

You're speaking to Doyoung and his wife when Daeun suddenly approaches you, hair dishevelled and tiny mouth pulled down into a frown. "Tired, baby?" you ask her as you pick her up to sit her on your lap. She only hums, resting her head on your shoulder.

Johnny takes a seat beside you, cooing at his daughter as she yawns. As soon as Daeun recognises her father's voice, she's scurrying off your lap to climb into his. You let her, knowing the smell of Johnny's cologne helps lull her to sleep somehow.

"She's adorable," Youngmi, Doyoung's wife, remarks as she watches your daughter snuggle into Johnny's embrace. Her hand is splayed on her stomach, rubbing her baby bump affectionately.

You smile to yourself, thinking back to when you were pregnant with Daeun. Your relationship with Johnny had never been stronger than those months you were pregnant. He was always at your beck and call, never hesitating to help you whenever you needed something, even after you insisted that you were more than capable of doing those things by yourself.

He had been nothing but loving to you during those nerve-racking months, frequently showering you with compliments whenever he noticed you staring dejectedly at your enormous belly in the mirror. Being pregnant hadn't been easy, but you got through it with Johnny's help and support.

Even after you had given birth, Johnny never stopped proving himself to be the best husband and father. It hadn't been easy the first year, with Daeun constantly testing your limits of becoming new parents, crying at ungodly hours during the night and wreaking havoc in your day-to-day life that used to be so ordinary before she came along. But you wouldn't have it any other way, not when Johnny's by your side, always managing to cater to both you and his daughter and making it look so easy.

As expected, Daeun falls asleep rather quickly in her father's arms with her face tucked into the crook of his neck. Youngmi and Doyoung keep you company for a few more minutes before Johnny finally decides to call it a day.

With Daeun tucked in his arm, he wraps his other arm around your waist as you both bid farewell to everyone still at the party. You wish Jaehyun's son a happy birthday once more before finally leaving.

You and Johnny speak in hushed tones throughout the ride back home, not wanting to wake your napping daughter. The silence in the car allows your mind to wander back to what Jungwoo had said to you back at the party. Maybe it isn't such a bad idea to have another baby. Daeun had turned out to be such a loving and kind child, and she deserves a sibling.

You twist your body to look at the backseat where your daughter sleeps in her booster seat, lips parted and head sagging slightly to the left. Johnny doesn't miss the affection in your eyes when you turn back to the front, but you're glad he doesn't question it.

Once you've arrived back home, Johnny immediately carries Daeun to her room, making sure not to disturb her afternoon nap, knowing how grumpy she can get whenever she doesn't get at least two hours of sleeping time during the day.

You feel slightly on edge as you clean yourself in the shower, mind reeling with the thought of trying for another baby. After having Daeun, many things had to be sacrificed in favour of being new parents, including your time spent being intimate with Johnny. Sure, there were times when you and Johnny found yourself alone and used your limited time to catch up on your sex life, but the both of you are fully aware that your daughter should and will always remain your priority.

You hear the bathroom door open and look up through the fogged glass to see Johnny's outline entering the bathroom. He sighs as he strips out of his clothes, and you open the shower door as an invitation for him to get in.

He's worn out, you can tell from his sagged shoulders and lazy smile, but you don't miss the way his dark eyes trail over your body as he approaches you, drinking in the sight of your flushed skin dripping with water.

"Is Daeun still asleep?"

You're sure Johnny doesn't miss the suggestive implication of your question, but he only replies with a nod before closing the shower door.

The groan he lets out as soon as he steps under the scalding water has heat flooding your stomach as you recall the shameless sounds he would make as the both of you make love. He tilts his head back, baring his neck to you. Even after so many years together, the sight of him naked like this never fails to mesmerise you. Everything about him has fire pooling low in your belly, eager to be doused by his touch.

"Johnny," you murmur, stepping closer to him and letting the water rain down on the both of you.

He doesn't hesitate to circle his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him so you can feel his slowly hardening member press against the apex of your thighs. He chuckles when you gasp as you stumble into him. "All these years, and you're still so responsive whenever I do something? Shouldn't you be used to me by now, baby?"

In your hazy state, it takes a few seconds to comprehend what he had said to you, but you decide not to reply, pressing your lips to his instead. You feel the wetness between your thighs when you clench them, and it only encourages you to move things faster, desperate to have Johnny inside you after days of not having the time to touch each other at all.

Johnny's tongue brushes against your lower lip, seeking entrance. You allow him, of course, moaning when his tongue breaches through your parted lips and tangles with yours. Your hand is wandering down his shoulder to the plane of his chest, descending lower until you're scraping your blunt nails on the groove of his abs, and finally... they reach their destination.

You pull your mouth away from his to look down as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, squeezing it and smiling when you hear him groan. He's nibbling on your earlobe as you stroke him to full hardness, mumbling praises into your ear. "Feels good, baby, keep going for me, just like that."

A bead of pre-cum dribbles down the head of his cock, and you bend at the waist to wrap your mouth around the tip, tongue brushing over the slit to taste him.

Johnny's hands immediately fall to each side of your head, fingers delving into your hair as you kneel onto your knees. The wet tiles underneath you are uncomfortable, but that's the least of your concern when you have Johnny in your mouth like this, trying his hardest not to buck his hips in order not to choke you. He's looking down at you with so much hunger in his eyes, and you can't help but moan around him as your eyes flutter close, imagining how good it would feel once he was finally inside of you.

With each bob of your head, you try to take more and more of him into your mouth, but you find yourself overestimating your capability, gagging each time you attempt to go any further. Johnny must notice this because he's calling your name in the softest voice and smiling at you when you pry your eyes open to look up at him. "Easy, don't rush it. You're making me feel good either way."

With newfound determination, you start to move your head once again, hollowing your cheeks and pumping the part of him you have a hard time reaching in your fist. "F-fuck, your mouth feels so good around me..."

He's guiding you with his hands, grip in your hair tightening whenever you swirl your tongue around the tip and dipping it into the slit. You find yourself beginning to grow irritated when Johnny throws his head back, breaking the heated eye contact you had been holding with him. In an attempt to gain his attention again, you finally pull your fist away from the base of his cock, promptly replacing it with your mouth.

You gag when you feel him against the back of your throat, but you continue to take him deeper nonetheless, not stopping until the tip of your nose brushes against the coarse hair growing on his pelvis. "Oh, shit... shit- slow down, baby."

You stay there until you feel yourself run out of breath, pulling back with a sharp inhale. Johnny is panting when you look up at him. You can't help the satisfaction that runs through you when you see his eyes are fixed on you once again, although they're slightly unfocused and hazy.

You barely allow yourself to catch your breath before you're taking him into your mouth again, tongue skimming across the protruding vein running down his shaft. A gargled moan rumbles from your throat as you push forward, ignoring the voice in your head screaming at you to pull back and take a breath.

You close your eyes as you deepthroat him, letting the tears blurring your eyes trickle down your cheeks. You hear Johnny hiss through his teeth when you swallow around him, one of his hands withdrawing from your head to slam against the shower door.

He chuckles when you pull off of him, eyes looking up at him as if you're waiting for him to praise you. You're panting as you kneel on the floor, knees aching and hands balled into fists against Johnny's hips. "It almost seems like you're trying to prove a point to me," he says with a wide grin, brushing your wet hair back to tuck them behind your ears.

"I'm not trying to prove anything."

With Johnny's help, you manage to pull yourself up from your kneeling position, wincing when you feel the soreness on your knees. You're grateful for your husband's sturdy build as he circles his arms around you, letting you put most of your weight on him.

"Yeah?" He pecks your swollen lips. "So you weren't trying to make me cum in record time?"

"If I wanted to do that, you would've done it by now," you mumble, slipping your hand between your bodies to grasp at him.

He steps forward, carefully dragging you along with him. When your back finally meets the shower wall, Johnny reaches behind him to turn off the water. "Well, for the record, I was only seconds away from cumming before you stopped."

The gentle stroking motion of your hand on his cock halts when he suddenly buries his face in the crook of your neck, mouth latching onto a spot that has you gasping out loud in the humid bathroom. The steam from the hot water has created a thin mist in the air, leaving you lightheaded whenever you breathe in, but you suspect much of what you're feeling is because of Johnny.

"J-Johnny," you stutter, trembling when he turns you around. Your palms are pressed against the wall as Johnny seizes your waists in his hands, pulling your hips back. "Please, need you..."

He squeezes the flesh of your ass before trailing his fingers down to your core, sliding two fingers along your slit. You stiffen, gritting your teeth when his fingertips ghost over your entrance, threatening to dip in. "Not yet, princess. I need to stretch you out with my fingers first. Need to make sure your pussy can handle all of me, right?" He ends his question with a not-so-gentle swipe of his fingers on your clit.

You nod your head frantically, looking over your shoulder to look into his eyes as you plead. "Yes, please, please, Johnny-"

He presses his mouth to yours, effectively cutting off your pleading. You kiss him back, gasping when he sinks his teeth into your lower lip. Your fingers curl in anticipation against the tile wall when his digits finally slip through your entrance, pressing in until they're knuckles-deep.

You lean the side of your head against the wall in front of you, breaths coming out in short puffs. Johnny is pressing kisses to your bare shoulder, muttering praises into your ear whenever you whine and arch into the wall. "My good girl. All nice and wet for me. You just can't wait to have me inside you, don't you?"

"Yes! Y-Yes, please..."

He curls his fingers, stroking your velvet walls, revelling in the stuttered moan that slips past your lips when he does. "Gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Gonna cum all over my fingers like a good girl?"

"There, right there... Gonna cum, Johnny, g-gonna cum!"

Johnny has the audacity to chuckle under his breath when he feels you tightening around his fingers, only seconds away from crumbling right in front of his eyes. He loves the sight of you like this, so compliant and ready to please him. You're still so sensitive to his touch, as though every time he touches you, he's touching you for the very first time again, in his old bedroom, under the covers at midnight.

As you reach your high, Johnny watches in awe as you arch against the wall, choked moans escaping your lips. He thinks you're still just as beautiful as the first time he ever saw you, maybe even more beautiful now that you've carried his baby in your stomach.

A thought passes his mind, a vision of your stomach all big and swollen with his baby, but he loves you too much to pressure you for another baby when you've still got your hands full with Daeun. He doesn't want to burden you, so he says nothing, pushing the fleeting thought into the back of his mind.

Your thighs are shaking from the effort of holding yourself up after such an intense orgasm. It doesn't take long for Johnny to notice your buckling knees, and he's quickly wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you in his hold.

You feel him nuzzle his face into your neck, brushing the tip of his nose against your pulse point. You're trying to catch your breath, knowing your time is extremely limited and Daeun will most likely be waking up in the next hour or so, but you find yourself recovering rather quickly when you feel his length resting heavily against your back.

"Need you inside, please..."

Johnny chuckles, feigning amusement, although you know he's just as eager as you are. You feel the tip of his cock brush over your slit and you jolt.

"W-Wait, Johnny..."

"Hm?"

Your words feel like a lump in your throat as Johnny looks down at you questioningly. You've talked to Johnny about having another baby, and you know he's open to the idea from the previous discussions you've had, but so far, he hasn't said anything and you're starting to wonder about whether he still wants to expand this little family you both created.

"I was thinking... what if we-"

The loud banging on the door cuts you off, followed by your daughter's voice, still croaky from being asleep. "Mummy, are you in here?"

"I'm here, sweetheart? Is something wrong?"

"I'm hungry, I tried to find Daddy, but he- um, I can't find him anywhere."

"Okay, honey. Can you go wash your face and wait in the living room for me? I'll be right out, okay?"

You hear her call back to you before you hear soft footsteps padding out of the bedroom. Johnny chuckles when you breathe out with relief, turning the shower back on so the both of you can wash off the sweat and the slick on your skin.

"You think she woke up cause you were too loud?" Johnny jokes once the both of you have thoroughly cleaned yourself.

You look at him with mild horror as you dry yourself off. "I'm really hoping she didn't hear anything."

"She wouldn't understand even if she heard anyway."

"That doesn't exactly make me feel any better."

As you wrap yourself in a towel, ready to exit the bathroom, you can't help but let your eyes wander down Johnny's figure. His cock still stands upright, and you look up at him pitifully. "Hey, I'll go take care of her. Why don't you stay in here a little longer and take care of your little problem, hm?"

You don't give him a chance to refuse, quickly leaning up and pecking him on the lips before slipping out of the bathroom. Your bedroom door is slightly ajar, the only indication your daughter had been in the room. The sound of one of Daeun's favourite cartoons playing on the TV can be heard as you rummage through your closet for some clothes to wear.

You let your mind wander back to the incident in the bathroom. You had been so close to telling Johnny about your little predicament. Now that you think back about it, perhaps the bathroom isn't the best place to talk about such a heavy topic.

Daeun's still a little disoriented when you finally give her some snack, blinking sleepily at the TV as she munches away on her food. When you ask her the reason why she woke up from her nap so early, she sheepishly admits that she had a nightmare. Her lips tremble as she recounts her dream, but she manages to hold back her tears. You make sure to praise her for being so brave.

Johnny arrives a little later, dressed in a clean pair of sweatpants and a comfortable white shirt. Daeun's mindlessly watching the TV, still drowsy from having been awakened from her nap too soon.

Johnny leans over the back of the couch to embrace his daughter and plant kisses all over her small face. Daeun bursts into fits of laughter, the cartoon she had been watching long forgotten as she tries to push Johnny away. "D-Daddy, no! No! Mummy, help!" She's squealing, trying to roll as far away from her father as she can.

Her efforts prove to be futile when Johnny suddenly picks her up from the couch, carrying her to the kitchen where you stand behind the counter, making yourself some tea.

Johnny stands beside you, swiftly kissing your temple before setting Daeun down on the counter. You find it so endearing when her little legs dangle over the edge, swinging back and forth as she grins up at her father.

"Mummy, do you smell that?" Johnny suddenly asks you, sniffing the air.

You set down your cup of tea to copy his action. "Smell what?"

He leans down toward Daeun, burying his nose into her hair before recoiling back with a look of faux disgust, which earns a giggle from Daeun, who has grown to be familiar with her father's teasing nature. "I think it's little Daeun here who's stinky because she hasn't had a shower yet."

"But I don't wanna shower yet."

Johnny hums. "How about a bath then? I'll make sure to put in some of that soap that turns the water all bubbly."

Daeun perks up at that, eyes widening as she enthusiastically nods, reaching up to wrap her arms around Johnny's neck. "Alright, bub, come on. Let's get your stinky bum in the bath and get you cleaned up before dinner, hm?"

"I don't stink, Daddy." You hear her mumble as Johnny carries her towards the hallway. You watch from your spot in the kitchen, heart feeling full at the sight of your daughter leaning her head against your husband's shoulder. Maybe another child wouldn't be so bad.

-

You smile down at Daeun from where you sit beside her on her bed, brushing your fingers through her hair and watching as her eyelids start to droop from fatigue as you sing her a lullaby. It's a song your mother used to sing to you when you were only a child.

Upon reaching the end of the song, you prepare to stand up and let Daeun sleep for the night, but it seems she has something to say before you leave. "Daddy said Uncle Mark and Auntie Erin are going to get another baby."

"Oh... Daddy said that, did he?"

Daeun only nods, tugging her fluffy blanket up to her chin. You can't help but coo quietly at her adorable doe eyes and pudgy cheeks.

"Are you excited to see the baby? You'll be able to see him in a few months."

To your surprise, Daeun shakes her head, lips forming into a pout. "But Uncle Mark's not going to let the baby stay here with us."

Chuckling, you lean down to press a kiss on Daeun's forehead. "Of course the baby's not going to be with us all the time, honey, but we'll visit them when we have time, and we'll invite them over so you can play with Myunghee and Minjun... and the little baby."

"Why can't we just get another baby, Mummy?"

You blink, startled by the implication behind your daughter's words. When you had told Johnny that you would tuck Daeun into bed, you hadn't been expecting to have this conversation. Daeun seems wide awake now, staring up at you with anticipation.

With a nervous laugh, you take her small hand into yours, rubbing your thumb over her chubby fingers. "That's going to take many, many months. You really wanna wait that long?"

Daeun doesn't hesitate to nod enthusiastically, her dark eyes sparkling with excitement. "As long as they can stay with us forever."

You entertain the thought for a few seconds, recalling the time when Daeun was only a baby and the way you and Johnny were eager yet frightened to be new parents. You recall the sleepless nights and the exhausting day-to-day routines. Looking at Daeun now, you know you would do it over and over again if you could. Watching her grow has been the greatest privilege, and having Johnny by your side throughout the journey has only made it so much better.

"Alright, how about you go to sleep now, and we'll talk about it with Daddy tomorrow morning, hm?"

"And we can get the baby tomorrow?"

"We'll see how Daddy feels about it, okay?"

"Okay... you promise?"

You nod, smoothing down the blanket on top of her body as she shifts to her side to get into a more comfortable position.

"Love you, Mummy. Oh, and tell Dad I love him too."

"I will. I love you... so much. Sleep tight, my little bear."

Daeun's smile at the term of endearment doesn't go unnoticed by you as you slip out of the room, closing the door gently behind you. You don't immediately walk away, leaning your back against the door, sighing blissfully at how perfect everything feels at this moment. A wonderful husband, the most beautiful daughter, how much better could it get?

Johnny's sitting in his home office reviewing some documents when you walk in with a dazed smile on your face. He watches you round his desk to get to his side before leaning back against the edge.

Setting his reading glasses down, his hand immediately reaches up to rest on your bare thigh, brushing up and down. "Something wrong?" Johnny asks after a while of silence.

You blink a few times as if to get rid of the thoughts plaguing your mind. The hazy look in your eyes is still present when you shake your head no. "No, no, nothing's wrong."

"Mhm, if you say so." Johnny doesn't say anything more after this, knowing something is definitely on your mind. He wants you to be comfortable enough to say it to him on your own instead of having to coax it out of you. You've been married for a few years, after all, and Johnny is a firm believer that communication is key in any relationship.

You're fiddling with the collar of his shirt, a telltale sign you're anxious about something. Frankly, Johnny's slightly upset you're having a hard time telling him something that has been weighing on your mind. Your struggle to confide in him—your husband, the person you're supposed to trust with your life—only indicates to him that he has been doing something wrong this whole time.

When you say his name quietly, he hums, listening intently to whatever it is you're about to say. "When you were a kid... did you ever feel lonely? As an only child, I mean."

Johnny hadn't been expecting this question at all. "Um, sometimes. I mean, I had a lot of friends, so that made up for it, I guess."

"Were there times when you wanted to have a sister or a brother?"

"Occasionally, yeah. Gets boring at home when the only people with you are your parents. No bantering, no playfighting. I used to get so excited when my cousins would come over. Why are you asking, anyway? Do you miss your family?"

You're quick to shake your head, brushing off his concern. "No, no, it's not that. I was just wondering."

The corners of his lips tug up into a grin. "Have you been talking to my mum? Is she saying stuff again? She just loves exposing my embarrassing childhood stories, doesn't she?"

You laugh, genuinely entertained by his assumption. "Aw, she just doesn't want to forget those moments, you know? One day you were this cute, little kid, and then next, you were a teenager with an emo haircut, and now you're this tall, brooding, handsome man."

"And this tall, brooding, handsome man is married to the most beautiful, amazing, sexy woman."

"Alright, alright, no need to make it about me," you quip, smiling when Johnny erupts into laughter.

For the first time since you came into the room, Johnny takes his time to take in your appearance, drinking in the way the black, satin night robe glides against your skin when his hand on your thigh inches closer toward the dip of your hips. He's confused, however, when his fingers reach your hips but feels nothing there—no fabric, no cloth, only skin.

His eyes meet yours, and you're able to pinpoint the exact second he realises you're bare of any clothes underneath the robe. His eyes darken, lips parting to exhale a soft breath.

"Pleasant surprise," he mutters, moving his chair to the side to position himself in front of you. "You went and kissed our daughter goodnight wearing nothing but a robe? That's so filthy," he jokes, grinning when he feels you squirm under his touch.

"You say that as if you weren't just about to put your dick in me when she came knocking on our bathroom door today."

Johnny chuckles, leaning down in his seat to press his mouth to your thigh. "Don't act like you weren't begging for it, princess."

With a smile, you push yourself off the desk, pretending to walk away. "Fine then, we'll see who's going to be begging now- hey!"

Johnny has grabbed your wrist, tugging you back rather forcefully. He pushes himself off the chair, rising to his full height. A breath of his name slips through your lips as you look up at him, and he grins. He loves the fact that you're always so taken aback by how much taller he is compared to you.

He presses himself flush to your small frame, cupping your cheek in one hand and leaning down to capture your lips with his. He tilts his head at the last second, nose smashing against your cheek. The kiss is feverish, the hunger obvious in the way he moves his mouth against yours. You squirm against him when his tongue licks at your bottom lip, requesting entrance.

One of Johnny's hands reaches down to grab at the back of your thigh, urging you to hook it around his hips as he picks you up to sit you down on his desk. It takes every last strength you have in order to pull away from the kiss, swallowing when you see the wetness of both yours and his spit coating his swollen lips.

You set your hands on his chest when he tries to dive back in, pushing slightly to keep him from kissing you again. "Wait, Johnny," you mutter, trying to catch your breath.

He pulls away, putting some distance between your body and his. You shake your head, grabbing at his shoulders to pull him back to you.

He obliges, both hands coming to rest on your thighs, gliding up and down as if to comfort you. "So something is wrong." He doesn't sound disappointed when he says it. In fact, he seems more concerned than anything else. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

You give him an appreciative smile, nodding. "It's just, I- uhm..." You can't help but break eye contact, his gaze sending your thoughts into turmoil as you try to figure out how to approach the subject.

"Hey," Johnny mumbles, cupping your chin to bring your gaze back to his. "If you don't feel like doing anything tonight, we don't have to-"

"No, no, Johnny, I want to... Trust me, I want this," you quickly assure him.

Your husband nods, shifting on his feet slightly. The movement causes the strained bulge in his pants to press against you. The friction of his sweatpants on your wet heat sends a sharp surge of pleasure to run up your spine. "Ohh..."

You grab at his hip, pulling at his lower half, using your grip on his shoulder as leverage to buck your hips up from the desk. "F-Fuck, Johnny."

Johnny's lips part as he looks down, eyes zeroing in on the way your glistening pussy drags across the front of his sweatpants, staining the fabric with your slick. His cock hardens even more at the sound of your whines. "Baby," he says, groaning at a particular pressure that sends his mind spiralling. He almost forgets what he was going to say.

Your arms circle his neck, fingers burying themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck. Your movement is frantic, uncoordinated. You're desperate to reach your high.

"Look at me," Johnny demands, fingers digging into your hips to keep himself grounded. When your eyes meet, he has to restrain himself from pushing his pants down his hips and taking you right then and there. "What were you trying to tell me before, hm?"

You shake your head frantically, stomach tensing the closer you get to your climax. "After... I'll tell you after, just, please... I need this."

He chuckles, giving into your request. He hasn't done anything to you yet, but you're already such a mess for him. "Promise you'll tell me after, or I won't fuck you," he warns.

You mindlessly nod. "O-Okay, I promise... Kiss me, Johnny, please," you plead.

Johnny gives in yet again, kissing you while reaching a hand between your bodies. He lays his palm flat on your stomach, dragging it down slowly until the pad of his thumb meets your clit.

You break the kiss, a loud whine slipping past your lips as Johnny continues to draw tight circles on your bundle of nerves. Johnny can't help but smirk at your reaction, trailing his mouth down to your jaw and then your neck. At that moment, he's glad his home office is nowhere near his daughter's bedroom.

When one of your hands tug at the hem of his white shirt, Johnny withdraws for a moment to take off his shirt, tossing it onto the chair behind him. This earns an appreciative moan from you, who immediately rake your nails down his toned stomach.

Your head lolls to the side as he sucks marks onto the skin of your neck. Your legs are trembling from the effort of keeping them up, and you circle your legs around Johnny's slender waist, digging your heels into the back of his thighs.

The action only brings him even closer to you, and the sudden pressure on your heat makes you moan Johnny's name. "P-Please, can I cum? Please, Johnny..."

Johnny pulls away from your neck, biting back a groan when he sees you've untied your robe, exposing your breasts. He's tempted to put your nipple into his mouth, but he resists the urge, wanting to see you unravel from grinding against his clothed cock.

You jolt when Johnny palms at your right breast, twisting the stiff nub between two fingers. "You wanna cum?"

"Yes... please, yes."

Johnny's hand on your thigh slides up to underneath your ass, aiding you in rutting against him. "Cum for me, then. Make a mess all over my pants, hm?"

Johnny swears he almost reaches his own high when you cum with a high-pitched cry. The way you gasp and tremble against him drives him crazy, and he has to back his hips away from yours to stop himself from exploding, much to your dismay.

"F-Fuck... that felt so good," you murmur once you've caught your breath, looking up at Johnny through hooded eyes.

He pecks your lips once before looking down at his pants, causing you to follow his line of sight. Johnny can only smirk at the way your face flushes crimson when you notice the wet patch of your slick on his pants.

"We've been together for so many years, and you're still shy about making a mess on my pants? You're unbelievable," he remarks, dragging his hand down the valley of your breast, feeling you shiver under his soft touch.

"That's 'cause I'm not as shameless as you," you fire back, eyes locked on his naked torso. You reach out with your hand, languidly tracing the ridges of his abs, swallowing hard at how delectable your husband looks in the low light of the office room.

You're confused when Johnny suddenly bends at the waist, aligning his face to your core. He places his hands underneath your thighs, spreading your legs open and leaning in close.

"Johnny, what do you think you're doing!"

He ignores you, mouth closing around your pussy, tongue lapping up the remnants of your cum. You almost collapse back against his desk from surprise, but you manage to support yourself with your hands. You feel dizzy, still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

Johnny doesn't leave a single inch of skin untouched, tongue licking over your pulsing hole, dragging up your slit before flicking against your clit. You're heaving when he pecks the swollen nub once more before returning to his standing position.

He chuckles when he sees your chest rising up and down rapidly as you try to get enough air into your lungs. Your juices coats his mouth and chin, and you frantically pull him down by his arms to kiss him.

Johnny groans when you start leaving open-mouthed kisses down his chin, trying to taste yourself on his skin. "Sweet," you mutter when you pull away, licking at your lips as if you can't get enough of the taste of your own essence.

You start tugging down at his sweatpants, mind set on being stuffed full by your husband's cock. Johnny stops you by grabbing your wrists. "Please, Johnny, I can't wait any longer..."

"I know, baby." Johnny brings your hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of both hands before smiling down at you tenderly. "But you promised me, remember?"

You blink, not registering what he's talking about for a couple of seconds.

"What did you want to tell me before? I wasn't lying when I said I wouldn't fuck you until you tell me."

"Oh..."

Johnny hooks both his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, dragging it down his legs. His boxer comes next, and your mind short-circuits briefly at the sight of Johnny standing in all his naked glory, eyes peering down at you as if he wants to devour you whole.

You gasp when he takes hold of your calf, yanking you closer toward the edge of the desk. Your robe slips from your shoulders, leaving you just as naked as Johnny.

Johnny steps closer to you, taut balls pressed against your dripping cunt. He grabs the base of his cock, squeezing a few times before pumping up the length of it, allowing more pre-cum to leak out at the tip.

He drags the tip over your slit, soaking it in your juices. Your breath hitches when he places his cock head against your entrance. To your disappointment, the stretch never comes.

"Johnny, please," you plead, heel digging into the back of his thigh in hopes of getting his cock to slip in. Johnny is much stronger than you, so he resists your efforts easily.

"Then start talking, sweetheart."

Johnny hisses when your small hand suddenly wraps around his member, pumping just slow enough that it doesn't give him much relief at all.

"I think..." you begin, eyes meeting his.

Johnny nods, eyes threatening to close from the feeling of your delicate hand tugging at his cock. "Think what?"

"I think Daeun wants a sibling."

Johnny feels his mind clear entirely, and he grabs at your hand around his cock, halting your motion. "So this is why you were asking about my childhood. Did she say that?"

"Yeah. I think you might've given her the idea when you told her Mark is expecting another baby."

You're still not sure whether Johnny is pleased or concerned. His face remains expressionless, and for a second, fear washes over you. "Johnny, it's alright if you don't want-"

"What did you tell her?"

"Well, I told her we'd talk about it with you over breakfast tomorrow."

"What did you want to say?"

You pause, gazing into his eyes, wishing you could simply see into his mind and know what he's thinking of. "I, uhm... I mean, I wanted to say yes. I'd love to have another baby. But Johnny, if you don't think it's the right time-"

"How long have you wanted this?"

You search his eyes, gathering up the courage to confess the truth. "Since a long time ago," you admit sheepishly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

Johnny feels like an absolute hypocrite. He has always wanted the both of you to trust each other enough to tell each other everything, yet he himself has been doing the exact opposite.

"Then... I'm sorry as well. I've thought about it so many times before, but seeing you take care of Daeun- I just didn't want to burden you even more."

Everything feels so outlandish. If only you or Johnny had been honest enough to disclose your feelings from the beginning, all this mishap would've been avoided, and Daeun might already have a sibling by her side.

"We should probably work on our communication, huh?"

"Yeah... Let's start from now."

"The better communication or the trying to have a baby?"

"Both... Here, I'll go first. I'm going to fuck you full of my cum tonight, and you're going to keep it in you like a good girl until tomorrow morning, then I'm going to fuck it back into you as soon as you wake up. We're going to keep doing that until I knock you up with my baby. Sounds good to you?"

His words render you speechless, and you snicker as you shake your head in disbelief. "You're off to a pretty good start, I'd say."

"Yeah? You should do your part as well, then." Johnny eases into you without warning, and you sigh at the familiar burn. Your arms wrap around his neck, using it as purchase as Johnny inches into you little by little as if he's trying to commit the feeling to his memory.

"Johnny, don't stop," you sigh out, resting your head against his chest with your eyes closed, savouring how utterly full you feel as Johnny finally buries his whole cock into you.

"F-Fuck, never gonna stop when you feel like this, princess," Johnny grunts, rolling his hips experimentally when he feels you start to relax against him. "So fucking tight. Almost like I haven't fucked you countless times before, hm?"

"Oh god, please..." Your eyes roll back when Johnny snaps his hips against yours, your slick splattering against his pelvis.

"Almost as if I've never gotten you pregnant before, all swollen and so pretty for me." Johnny wraps his arms around your waist to bring you closer to him. The sound of his hips slapping against yours echoes throughout the room—sharp, hard.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck, pressing his mouth to the patch of skin behind your ear. The action feels so intimate somehow, and you moan, fire spreading through your veins like wildfire. "S-So good, Johnny... Your cock feels so good in me..."

"Yeah?" he mutters against your ear, hot breath making you shudder. "You love this cock, right?"

"Fuck yes, l-love your cock." The drag of his cock against your walls makes you feel delirious—the way you can feel the veins running along his length rub against you and the way the tip of his cock reaches so deep inside you that you can feel it in your stomach.

Johnny reaches behind you, clearing his desk of sheets of paper and his reading glasses. "Lie back for me, won't you?"

You listen to him, of course. The change of position has you sighing in relief, the tension in your lower back disappearing now that you're lying down. Johnny lifts both your legs to settle on his shoulders, pushing your legs tighter together, pussy milking his cock even more.

The squelching noise of your soaked cunt can be heard as Johnny continues to pound into you. He grabs onto your thighs, pulling at the meaty flesh, watching the way his cock disappears into your tight heat.

He watches the way you lift your arms above your head, grabbing at the edge of his desk as your eyes flutter close. The stuttered moans you let out spurs Johnny to go faster, cock rubbing you raw.

Your throat feels dry with how much you've been moaning, lost in the ecstasy, and spit gathers on your tongue. Swallowing is a difficult task as Johnny keeps drilling into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass.

"Hm, gonna get you pregnant again... show everyone how good I breed you, princess. That's all you're good for, right? Being a good wife and carrying my baby."

Your nails dig into the desk, head rolling to the side. Drool drips out of your mouth, pooling on the wooden desk. You can focus on nothing but your impending orgasm. Whenever the tip of his cock grazes your cervix in the slightest, your walls clamp down harder, making Johnny's thrust falter.

His hands settle on your hips, thumbs stroking over the faint stretch marks on your lower stomach—an indication that you've carried his child before. The sight drives Johnny wild, breath hitching in his throat when he realises you'll soon have another baby in your stomach, and he'll watch you swell up again, all glowing and radiant.

"F-Fuck, baby... you're driving me fucking insane," Johnny mutters, cock twitching.

"Johnny, please, I'm-" your back arches, hands scrambling to grab onto his wrists as your orgasm approaches. "I'm-ugh, Johnny-"

"Shh, I know. You can cum, princess. Cum for me, and I'll give you my baby..."

You force your eyes open, looking at Johnny through blurry eyes. Johnny's grip on your waist tightens when he sees your fucked out expression, tongue lolling out the corner of your mouth and hair sticking to your damp forehead and temple.

You look at him with what can only be described as lovestruck eyes, admiration and lust evident in them. His pace doesn't slow as your orgasm wracks through you, hips jerking up, trying to force his cock deeper inside you.

You can hear nothing but white noise, the consuming pleasure so much more than you thought you could handle. You sob—a sound of relief and exhilaration as slick pours out of you, coating Johnny's cock.

It takes a while for you to register Johnny's hand on your cheek, coaxing you out of your post-orgasm haze as he chases his own release. "J-Johnny," you weakly mumble, powerless against the mix of pain and pleasure as Johnny fucks you into overstimulation.

Your legs are no longer on his shoulders, now wrapped around his waist, allowing him to lean down and rest some of his weight on you. "I'm right here, princess... 'm here. Just a little more for me, alright?"

Johnny latches his mouth to your nipple, sucking and tugging at it. He feels as though he's in heaven as he listens to your tiny squeaks and whimpers.

"Can't, Johnny..."

"You can, baby, I know you can. You want my cum, don't you?"

That's all it takes for him to convince you that you can, in fact, take him for a little longer.

"Y-Yes, please, Johnny. Want your cum, want you to knock me up," you blabber, wincing at the stinging pain on your lower half.

"Good fucking girl, my filthy baby, f-fuck..."

You gasp when Johnny pushes himself as deep as he can into you, eyes snapping open at the feel of his warm load shooting into your womb. His thrusts are shallow, cock only withdrawing a few inches before sinking in again. He grunts against your chest, ropes of his cum filling you, some squirting out with an obscene noise, leaking onto the desk.

"Ohh, fuck..." Johnny drawls, chest heaving and brain fuzzy from his powerful orgasm. His heart thrums in his chest, and he pulls you into a soft kiss. "I love you," he says once he pulls away, caressing your forehead with his thumb, pushing the hair out of your face.

Your face breaks into a blissful smile, one that makes Johnny's stomach flutter. "Me too. I love you so much." Your voice is quiet when you speak, barely above a whisper. "We're really doing this, right?"

"I think it's time we finally have a new addition to the family, don't you think?"

You hum, envisioning another copy of Daeun running around the house, two sets of giggles sounding throughout the rooms. "I'm ready if you are, Johnny."

"I've been ready ever since I married you. You know... I never thought you could possibly get any hotter, but then you became a mum, and I'm watching you take care of our child, and my dick's hard all the fucking time."

You slap his arm playfully, face mortified at his blunt words. "I would know. You were all over me after I gave birth to Daeun, you perv."

Johnny laughs, peppering your face with kisses, not stopping even when you try to push him away. He can't remember the last time he felt this happy. He's about to embark on yet another journey, and he can't wait to do it all with you.

-

Your bare back feels warm, bathed in the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains of the bedroom window. There's rustling behind you, and the bed dips slightly as someone rolls over, encasing you in their arms, pulling you back against their heated chest. Still half-asleep, you only hum.

The cover shifts downward, exposing the upper half of your body to the cool air of the bedroom. Goosebumps erupt over your skin. Johnny notices and pulls you even closer to him, pressing his mouth to your shoulder.

He had initially planned to coax you awake with a few kisses, but he quickly realises he'd rather wake you another way.

His hand slips under your arm to palm at your breast, kneading softly and pinching at your nipple. He smiles when you shift onto your back, agitated by the disturbance. His hand then trails lower, passing over your stomach and cupping your sex.

Your legs instinctively fall open at his touch, giving more room for him to play with you. He starts by parting your folds, middle finger skimming over your slit. When he presses the pad of his finger to your clit, your eyelids twitch as though you're on the verge of waking up.

Johnny lifts himself onto his elbow to get a better look at you. He thinks you look beautiful like this—the glow of your skin, the curve of your lips, the way your hair fans across the pillow.

"Mmh..."

Johnny doesn't stop his movement, even when your back starts to arch and you're stirring restlessly. You whimper, thighs locking together.

"Morning, Mrs Suh," Johnny says, smirking when you reach a hand down to grab at his wrist. As soon as your eyes flutter open, he pulls his hand away, bringing it up to his lips.

"I could get used to being woken up like that," you groggily say, crinkling your nose at the way he so shamelessly sucks on his fingers.

He chuckles, kissing your jaw and pecking your lips a few times. "Well, don't take it for granted, cause as soon as another baby pops out, he's going to be the one waking you up every morning with all the screaming and crying."

"Yeah, well you're going to have to get me pregnant first, Mr Suh."

Johnny doesn't miss a beat, rolling you over onto your side, tugging his shorts off and slotting himself against your backside. He's hard already, leaking tip shoving against your entrance, threatening to dip in. "Uh-huh, trust me, with the way I plan to fuck you every chance I get, you'll get pregnant by no time."

You reach back to grab at his hair when he finally slides in, simultaneous sigh falling from each of your lips. His hips meet your ass, dick nestled tightly inside your cunt. Johnny stays still for a while, only focusing on the rhythmic pulsating of your walls.

You've done this so many times before, but you can never be fully accustomed to Johnny's size. If he was any longer or any thicker than he already is, you think you might not be able to take him at all.

"You okay?" Johnny asks, slowly thrusting in and out, listening to the sounds you make as the only indication that he's not hurting you.

You nod, body flushing at how overwhelmed you feel by the whole situation. "Johnny, I love you," you can't help but say, lips trembling as you try to hold back your tears.

Johnny replies with a rough thrust and a kiss on your shoulder blade. He knows he doesn't have to say anything for you to know how he feels. It's you and it will always be you, no one else.

You tug at his hair, turning your head to bring his lips down to meet yours. There's a hint of coffee and mint in his breath, and you suspect he might've had some breakfast and washed up before joining you back in bed.

The kiss is sloppy, matching that of an early morning kiss. His tongue ghosts over your lips for a few seconds before pulling back, and you chase it with your own, whining in surprise when he starts suckling on it earnestly.

Your folds cling to Johnny's cock, sucking him in every time he pulls out. With one hand, he grabs your thigh, lifting it higher so he has better access to your pussy.

You feel exposed by the new position, face burning as you bury it further into the pillow. Johnny doesn't speed up his pace, not wanting to ruin the quiet morning ambience. All he can hear is your hushed whimpers, the sloppy sound of his cock pushing in and out of you and the birds chirping right outside your bedroom window.

Johnny shifts behind you, moving lower on the bed to get a better angle. When he resumes his movement, you unexpectedly arch, leg threatening to snap close at the feeling of his cock against your sweet spot. With every buck of his hips, you moan, clenching around him.

"R-Right there..." Your mouth hangs open, sweat accumulating on your forehead despite the coolness of the bedroom. "So good, Johnny..."

Johnny speeds up just a little, and the shockwaves of pleasure that ripple through you is intense, yet still not enough. You slip a hand between your legs, two fingers rubbing at your clit.

Johnny tsks from behind you, seizing both your wrists, bringing them back behind you. "I want you to cum with my cock only."

Swallowing, you look over your shoulder, eyes meeting his. His thrust stutters, raspy groan rumbling in his chest as he tries not to reach his release before you do. You're making it hard, though, with your blissed-out face and half-lidded eyes. Not to mention the way your sopping pussy is gripping him so tight, fluttering whenever he delivers a particularly deep thrust.

"Faster, p-please, go faster..."

Johnny doesn't fail to comply with your wish, knowing he isn't going to last long. He's rewarded with your croaky moans and repetitions of his name, and it only pushes him to move faster. "Gonna fill you up, right? You want me to cum inside you?"

"Y-Yes! Want it inside, please, please, please..."

With a drawn-out whine, you cum around him, walls convulsing as Johnny keeps fucking into you. Slick drips past your ass and onto the crinkled bed sheet as you succumb to the mind-numbing pleasure. You claw onto Johnny's hand—the one still pinning your wrists to your back.

Johnny's hips still when he cums shortly after, strings of his hot seed filling you. He presses his lips to your back, groaning in anguish against your creamy skin as his cock continue to spurt out cum. When he pulls out, he watches as the milky liquid of his cum trickles out of your hole. He collects it with his fingers, pushing it back into you, which pulls a noise of complaint from you.

"Shh, gotta make sure you keep it all in..."

Johnny gently maneuvers you onto your back, bending your knees and pressing your thighs to your chest.

"What are you doing?" you ask, still breathless from your early morning tryst. You can't see his face with your legs blocking the way, but you'd bet real money he has his eyes locked onto your lower half. "Johnny, stop being gross. Quit looking at my pussy."

Half of Johnny's face comes into view, peering over the side of your thigh. "It's mine, so I'm allowed to look at it whenever I want, taste it whenever I want-"

"Possessive much? Hey, can you let my legs down now? It's starting to get sore."

"I read on the internet once that when you lie down in this position after intercourse, there's more chance of getting pregnant."

"Uh-huh, you gotta slow it down with the Buzzfeed, honey..."

Finally, Johnny lets go of your legs, moving up to line his face with yours, propping himself onto his elbow. "How about I take care of Daeun today? You just stay here at home, relax, watch a couple of movies..."

"Is this another thing you read on the internet? Relax more to increase chances of pregnancy?"

Johnny furrows his eyebrows defensively, but you can tell he's fighting back a smile. "Hey, I'm just being a good husband here, okay? If you don't want wanna spend the day relaxing, then that's totally fine with me-"

Johnny makes a move to stand up from the bed, but you don't let him get far, grabbing his arm and sending him crashing back down into you with a laugh. "You're not getting out of this one, Johnny."

"Alright, alright, let me get up then. You gotta clean yourself, and I gotta wake Daeun up."

Johnny disappears into the bathroom, emerging a while later with a clean towel around his waist. He heads straight toward the closet, putting on casual clothes suitable for a day outdoors.

He has one hand on the door handle when you call his name, stopping him in his tracks. "Do me a favour?"

"Anything," he replies.

Reaching over to the side, you open the bedside table drawer, feeling around for the plastic packaging. Johnny steps closer, looking down at the object in your hand.

"Throw these away for me, please?"

He grabs the birth control pills from between your fingers, looking down at it with a grin. "You're not gonna be needing these for another year at least."

"No, I won't, but I will be needing your help getting around once my feet are swollen, like last time."

He leans over, kneeling on the bed, and the cologne he had spritzed on his skin leaves you wishing the both of you could stay in bed the whole day. He kisses your temple once and then draws back. "Anything you want, I'll do it. Until the end of my time."

"You're sappy."

"Have fun having the house to yourself. Don't invite a man over if his dick isn't bigger than mine."

"No one's dick is bigger than yours."

"Exactly!"

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[sweetlemontart]

what she doesn't know | na jaemin [M]

summary ⇾ the memory of your mother fucking a strange man in the same bed she had been sharing with your father is still fresh in your mind. disappointed and angry, you'll do whatever it takes to make her feel the hurt she caused you and your father. what better way to do that than to toy around with her new boyfriend, the young and striking na jaemin.

PAIRING // na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRE // mostly explicit smut, very little to no fluff at all, nonidol!au, ✨bitchy!mc✨, mum'sboyfriend!jaemin (if that's not for you, feel free to not read <3), all characters are of legal age

WARNING // 18+, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, fingering, breeding kink, degradation, slight choking, dirty talk, hair pulling, creampie, mentions of daddy kink, mentions of broken family, age gap, basically pwp, cheating, etc

WORD COUNT // 5.5k

AUTHOR'S NOTE // jaemin's not married to mc's mum so he isn't really mc's stepdad i guess, but if that's still not ur thing pls do feel free to just click away, this fic is pretty much self-indulgent and i actually had no plan to publish it at first but then i thought eh why let it rot in my drafts lol, i'm not completely happy with how this turned out but i'm so busy with uni rn and don't rlly have the time and energy to write something that's top-notch quality so, just enjoy <3

The sound of your mother's laughter jolts you awake, and you feel your dream slip away as you become more and more conscious of your surrounding. Another pitchy laugh is heard throughout the house, and you groan into your pillow, eyes feeling heavy as you pry them open.

You're still groggy and on the verge of falling back asleep. Unfortunately for you, school starts in under an hour, you've hit snooze on your alarm far too many times, and you can't afford to waste any more time lazing around in bed if you want to make it to class on time.

Washing up, you slip into your school uniform, consisting of a white blouse and a pleated skirt that does little to cover your thighs and ass. Your mother complains about it on a regular basis, but you can't find yourself to care when Jaemin is always secretly staring at your legs whenever you have them on.

He's never apparent about it, especially not in front of your mother, but you definitely notice it. You feel it more than you see it, really, the prickling of your skin and the pleasant shiver running up your spine whenever you're in the same room as him. When you look up at him to confirm your suspicions, you'll see his gaze is on you, flittering across your bare skin almost hungrily.

He's not afraid to lock eyes with you. In fact, you think he finds a twisted enjoyment in maintaining eye contact, as though he wants you to know what he's thinking. It's not hard to guess what's going through his head whenever he leers at you, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy his attention.

But that was weeks ago when your mutual attraction towards each other was still just that—an attraction that was evident to the both of you but not acted upon. Last weekend, though, that all changed.

When your mother had proposed spending the weekend at a luxurious beach house rental, it hadn't taken long for you to agree, especially when everything was going to be funded by Jaemin. He hadn't been on board with the idea, but all it took for him to agree was a single glimpse of the bright red bikini you had purposely laid out on your bed for him to see. You had left your door open that night, knowing Jaemin would have to pass your bedroom when he went down for dinner.

Needless to say, your plan worked and thus began the trip of your life where you and Jaemin proceeded to fuck like rabbits every chance you got. The red bikini never made it back home afterwards, having been chucked in the trash the first night of the trip after Jaemin ripped the underwear into two in his rush to pull it off of you.

"Oh, there you are! I was just about to send Jaemin up to fetch you." Your mother's shrill voice echoes through the vast space of the house as soon as she spots you at the landing of the stairs. "You do know you're graduating soon? You really should manage your time better and start waking up earlier."

She's in her work outfit already, faking a smile at you as though she's still trying to convince Jaemin that the both of you have no hostile feelings towards each other. No, you and your mother stopped being civil long before Jaemin came into the picture, particularly when you caught her under a strange man in the same bed she had been sharing with your father. How she got custody of you after the divorce is still beyond you until this day.

You scoff, unable to hide your disdain. "I'm obviously not late enough since you're still here."

She's glaring at you as you set your bag down on the kitchen island, and it's almost enough to sour your mood, but one glance at Jaemin by the fridge has your stomach flipping with giddiness. So that's the reason why your mother still hasn't gone to work yet. He's fiddling with the coffee maker, shirtless, clad only in a pair of grey sweatpants that hangs low on his hips. If he turns around, you're sure you'd be able to see the trail of dark hair leading down into his pants.

You ogle his back, for now, tuning out your mother's scolding as you appreciate the sight of his back muscles flexing whenever he moves. As though he senses your eyes on him, he turns his head just enough to look at you over his shoulder. He smiles, almost a little too innocently. "Good morning, princess."

Your mother starts reprimanding him for the nickname. She's insecure, you know, because it doesn't take rocket science to figure out that Jaemin could easily leave her and find another woman to date in a heartbeat, someone younger and better than your mother in every way possible.

It's only a matter of time until he finally decides to call it quits, but until then, you figure toying around with your mother's boyfriend isn't such a bad idea, especially when the man himself looks so divine and can fuck like a god. Somewhere deep in your heart, you want her to find out about you and Jaemin, want her to feel what your father had felt when he found out about her affair.

Your mother cusses as she glances down at the golden watch on her wrist. "I gotta go," she says, rushing around the counter to make her way to Jaemin.

Jaemin lets her embrace him, albeit rather reluctantly. He's looking at you expressionlessly as your mother presses herself into his chest. He's tired, you can tell. It won't be long until he breaks the news to your mother that he doesn't want her anymore.

You hope you'll be there to witness the scene or the aftermath at least. You want her to cry herself to sleep every night, questioning whether she will ever find somebody half as good as Jaemin. You want her to recall the life she had before the divorce and realise how perfect it could've been if she just didn't fuck up.

Your mother pulls back from the hug, smiling coyly up at Jaemin, who has a smile so obnoxiously fake it almost hurts for you to watch. "Don't miss me too much while I'm gone," she speaks before leaning closer to say something she obviously doesn't want you to hear. "Oh, I have a surprise for you tonight, so wait up for me, alright, baby?"

Your mother doesn't spare you a glance, pecking Jaemin's lips before strutting straight to the front door as if you don't exist. Jaemin doesn't wait until your mother is out of the house to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

You turn to watch her through the kitchen window, sneering when you see the wide grin on her face as she enters the car. "Gross. She's such a cougar. Why don't you just break up with her already?" You turn back to Jaemin, slightly taken aback once you see he's already looking at you from across the island, both palms on the marble countertop to support himself up and a cup of steaming coffee on the island in front of him. "Anyways, why aren't you at work yet?"

"I'm taking the day off."

His answer perks your interest. In your months of knowing Jaemin, you know him to be a workaholic, one who wouldn't skip work on a whim. Today's nothing special, just another regular Thursday... or is it?

"Taking the day off... why?"

"And how is that any of your business?"

"I'll tell the school my 32-year-old stepdad likes putting his dick in me if you don't tell me."

He snickers incredulously, and you can't help the fluttering of your stomach when you see him cock his eyebrow. "Then I'll tell them you were the one begging for it in the first place. Besides, I'm not your stepdad, so that's only going to make you look like a little whore, princess."

You slip down from the stool to make your way to him, narrowing your eyes when he turns to face you. He's smiling as you step closer.

Jaemin can feel his lower back digging into the edge of the counter, but he can't find himself to care when you're pressed up against him so deliciously in your tiny skirt and tight blouse. The smell of your perfume is making him dizzy, but he inhales harder anyway, wanting to memorise your smell so he can have something to think about when you're at school and he's left at home to tug at his cock by himself.

When you lean forward, Jaemin wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your hips flush to his. He glances down at the buttons of your blouse and the way the fabric between each button strains against the plump flesh of your breasts. He wants nothing more than to rip your shirt and hear the buttons fall onto the ground in loud clatters.

"Tell me, why today?" you ask, tilting your head up to brush your lips against his. You feel his hot breath fan across your mouth, slipping through your parted lips.

"Hm, put my dick in your mouth, and I might just tell you."

You chuckle before pulling your head back, enjoying the way he chases after your lips when you do. "I have class in 30 minutes, so unless you want to cum in your fist, I suggest you tell me now."

Jaemin sighs, manoeuvring one of his legs to rest between yours. The arms he has around you allow him to pull you even closer, and suddenly, you're all too aware of the thigh pressing right up against your heat. You're not sure whether your lace panties will be able to stop your slick from staining his pants.

"And if I tell you there isn't any reason?"

You scoff, starting to roll your hips forward against his thigh. "I wouldn't believe you."

Jaemin cups your cheeks in his hands, keeping you still as he leans forward. He's staring into your eyes as he lets his tongue slide through his lips, lightly flicking at your bottom lip.

Your breath catches in your throat, body heating up the more you lock eyes with him. His eyes are dark, pupils dilated with lust. "I don't have to tell you. You'll know soon enough," he mumbles against your lips.

"Well, I want to know now."

He glances to the side, and you follow his gaze. He's looking at the clock mounted on the wall, eyes narrowing as if he's debating something in his mind.

With a huff, you decide to take matters into your own hands, grabbing his hand on your waist to bring it under your skirt. Jaemin doesn't seem surprised at all when you guide his palm to cup you through your underwear. The feel of your wetness seeping through the fabric snaps something in him, and he kisses you hard.

You're panting into the kiss, lifting one of your legs so he can have better access to your heat. One of his fingers is effortlessly gliding back and forth against the outline of your slit.

Your knee digs into his hip when he suddenly applies pressure on your hole, prodding you through your underwear. "A-ah, Jaemin..."

He angles his head to press his lips against the spot underneath your ear, biting into the skin and smirking when he hears the pathetic whimper you let out.

He's tugging on the crotch of your panties, fully intent on dragging it to the side so he can touch you without anything blocking his way. You grab his wrist, halting his movement. "I know what you're fucking doing," you hiss accusingly as you lower your leg from his side. "Trying to distract me so I'd forget about the fact that you took the day off today? I know you've got something up your sleeve."

He clicks his tongue, seemingly disappointed as he tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling. "You just had to be a fucking brat this morning, huh?"

He doesn't give you a chance to reply, roughly gripping your hips and turning you around, bending you down on the counter beside the stove. Surprised at his sudden aggression, you yelp, ready to turn around and berate him for being so rough.

Slap!

"What the fuck!" you exclaim when you feel the prickling sting on your thigh from where he had struck you. You twist your neck to glare at him. The man has the audacity to ignore you, flipping your skirt over your ass and kneading it in his palm. "I don't have time for this, seriously—nghh!"

He cuts you off by taking hold of your ponytail and directing your forehead down to rest on the cold counter. In this angle, the crotch of your panties is digging painfully into your slit, but it only makes you ache for more.

You feel Jaemin lean forward, fingers still digging into your scalp, keeping your head in place. His hips are flush against your ass, hard bulge pressing into your clit so deliciously you feel as though you might burst with only a few rolls of his hips. His mouth brushes against your earlobe when he speaks, and the rasp in his voice makes your thighs squeeze tighter. "Keep your head down, you understand? I don't wanna see your face until I'm through with you."

Irritation bubbles in your chest at his words. "Why? Don't you like my face? Remember how many times you came all over it last weekend? You called me pretty when I had your balls in my mouth, remember?"

The grip in your hair only tightens, and you smile to yourself, feeling strangely proud at being able to vex him. Jaemin's not one to be bothered so easily. You revel in the fact that you're the only one that can push him so much his calm demeanour vanishes, replaced by a man eager to put you in your place.

Without another word, he drags your underwear down your legs, letting it settle around your knees. He lets go of your hair to lean back, presumably to get a better look at your drenched cunt. You're just about to lift your head from the counter when you feel his teeth sinking into the skin of your ass. "I meant what I said, princess, keep your head down until I tell you otherwise."

"Screw you," you snap, but obey him anyway. You have class in less than half an hour, and you can't afford for Jaemin to pull away now, not unless you want to get yourself off with your fingers in a grimy bathroom stall at school.

"Watch your fucking mouth," he mumbles before diving in and latching his mouth to your heat.

You cry out when he starts lapping at your core like a starved man. He's devouring you wholeheartedly, fervently delving his tongue into your hole as if he can't get enough of your taste.

You reach back with one hand, raking your fingers through his silky hair to guide him. He grunts, taking both of your wrists in his hand and pinning them to your back. "You're not allowed to touch me."

You scoff as your turn your head, letting the side of your head rest on the surface of the counter. "Why? Did I upset you? Do you want me to apologi—aghh... s-shit, shit!"

Jaemin has wrapped his mouth around your clit, sucking it harshly one second and lapping at it the next. Your toes are curling against the floor, back arching against the counter, overwhelmed by the sudden focus on your bundle of nerves.

Jaemin lets go of your wrists to grab at your ass with both of his hands, spreading you open even more. His eyes flutter shut, cock twitching in his sweatpants as he savours the bittersweet taste of your essence coating his tongue. He's still irritated at you, but he decides that he can deal with that later after he's satisfied with hearing the wanton sounds coming out of your mouth as he eats you out.

"Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?"

"P-please. We don't have time, just fuck me already!"

Jaemin knows you're right. If he wants to get his dick wet, he's going to have to hurry everything up so you can arrive at school on time or reasonably late, at least.

He groans lowly when he pulls away and sees the gossamer thread of your slick connected to his mouth. He parts your labia with two of his fingers, admiring the sight of your glistening pussy and swollen nub.

You're slightly mortified when you realise he's doing nothing but studying you so closely. "Hurry up. I don't have all day!" you snap.

Jaemin rises to his full height, sighing when he sees you hadn't followed his order of keeping your head down. Your eyes are twinkling wickedly up at him, daring him to stop now.

You know he wouldn't leave you hanging, not when you can literally feel his achingly hard cock poking at your upper thigh. "Fifteen minutes left, so you better get on with it," you say almost nonchalantly, but Jaemin is well aware that you would most definitely cry if he didn't fuck you any seconds now.

He clamps a hand on your jaw, hauling your body off the counter and pulling your back to his bare torso. "Plenty of time for me to put you in your place, don't you think?"

The tip of his nose drags across the nape of your neck, breathing in the sweet perfume lingering on your soft skin. Your inner thighs are drenched with your wetness, and the sticky feeling have you arching your ass against his front. "You think you have the upper hand just because you're my stepdad. This is my house, Jaemin, you're just a stranger here."

He growls, frantically pulling his sweatpants down his legs and pushing into you without any warning. You're wet enough to take him, but the sudden intrusion still burns and has you scrambling to grab hold of the edge of the cabinet above you. Your jaw falls slack as he sinks deeper and deeper until you can feel the blunt head of his cock kiss your cervix.

You cry out, reaching back with your free hand to splay your hand against his stomach, digging your nails into his skin to indicate to him that you still need to adjust.

"I'm not your fucking stepdad and I never will be, you hear me?" he mutters against your neck, the combination of his breath against your skin and his cock buried inside you making you feel delirious. "And this isn't your house, it's your mother's. Don't act like you're better than me when you're the one lazing around in bed all day, waiting for your holes to be filled by my cock like the little whore you are."

Jaemin would feel guilty of ramming himself into you so abruptly, but the way your velvet walls are pulsing around him tells him that you're enjoying this more than you let on.

You grin when he starts to move his hips, sticking to shallow thrusts to let you accommodate to his size. "What? You don't wanna be my stepdad?"

Jaemin moves his grip down to your chest, cupping your breast through your blouse as you start to grind back into him, meeting his thrusts halfway. "Not if it means I'll be married to your mother," he manages to answer.

You whine when Jaemin starts leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck. He reaches down, pushing your panties down from your knees before propping one of your legs up on the counter. "F-Fuck, right there, Jaemin..."

He's grunting as he settles his hand on your waist, controlling your movement. The sound of skin slapping against skin is audible throughout the house, but neither you nor Jaemin care because for the first time since you started fucking each other, there's no chance of your mother walking in on the two of you.

"Should I cum inside, hm? Should I fill your tiny pussy up and have you walk around school with my cum leaking onto your underwear?" Jaemin growls when he feels you clench around him almost painfully.

Your leg buckles at his words, but he's quick to wrap his arm around you to keep you flushed to him. You're holding onto the arm circled around your waist for dear life, moans and whines tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop them. Jaemin feels so good, too good. The coil in your stomach is tightening rapidly. "Y-You want to fill me up?" You stutter, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as you twist around to lock eyes with him.

Jaemin's thrusts falter when he catches your eyes, half-lidded and looking up at him almost desperately. "I do. Wanna fuck you full of my cum." He doesn't waste a second before bringing his lips to yours, an excuse to close his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at your lecherous expression and cum too soon.

He's swirling his tongue around yours, not caring that spit is starting to gather at the corners of his mouth. Your grip on the cabinet in front of you tightens when Jaemin starts imitating sex with his tongue, plunging the wet muscle in and out of your mouth as if he's fucking your mouth with his cock.

His breathing is ragged when he pulls away from the kiss. He peers down to watch his length disappear in and out of you. His strokes are hard and fast, with the obvious intent to make himself cum quicker so you can go to school. He's running out of time, and he needs to do something about it fast.

The hand on your waist glides down to your lower stomach, fingers inching closer towards the spot between your legs. When his index finger finally brushes against your clit, you jolt in his hold, mewling brokenly. Jaemin grunts when you tighten around his dick. At this rate, he'll cum in less than a minute.

"J-Jaemin—please, gonna cum... gonna cum..."

"Hold it. You're not allowed to cum until I say so."

You whine in protest, heart pounding in your ears. "We don't have—ughh—time for this. Let me cum already!"

The slap he delivers to your clit almost sends you reeling into your orgasm, but you manage to hold it back by controlling your breathing.

"I told you to keep your head down, so why didn't you?"

You feel light-headed at the sound of Jaemin's gruff voice. His voice seems to resonate through you, reverberating through your body and making your eyes roll back in bliss.

"Answer my question, and I might let you cum."

"Because you're no one... you don't get to tell me what to do."

Another slap to your clit is delivered, causing you to cry out. "I'm very tempted to leave you here to cum by yourself."

"I've answered your question like you wanted me to." You rush through your words, painfully aware that your orgasm is only seconds away.

"Apologise and I'll let you cum."

You shake your head, tears pricking your eyes the more you try to hold out. You won't give him the satisfaction of your apology, but you're unsure of the consequences if you do decide to let yourself cum without his permission. What's the worst he can do?

As though he senses what you're thinking of, he stops the motion of his hips. You can feel your orgasm slipping away bit by bit as he stays unmoving, and you whine in protest, circling your hips by yourself, hoping it's enough to make you cum. Your movement is limited, though. With the counter in front of your waist, you're unable to move forward too much, and you realise with a sinking feeling that you're never going to cum at this rate.

Jaemin chuckles as you turn your head to face him, eyes narrowed into slits as you glare at him. "I said, apologise."

"Just move already."

His smile drops, and he makes a move to pull out of you. Panicked, you reach back to grab at his waist, preventing him from pulling himself out. The tip of his cock is just resting against your hole, ready to slip back in at the slightest movement of his hips.

"Please, please, just fuck me," you beg with pleading eyes, the epitome of innocence and desperation.

Jaemin sees right through it. "I said apologise, princess, not beg."

You're determined not to comply with his request, but your resolve is breaking the more you look into his eyes. All it takes is one word for Jaemin to continue, but is it worth it? Would you rather keep your dignity or lose it for a chance to cum around his perfect cock?

He applies the slightest pressure on your clit with his fingertip, kickstarting your brain. The pretty smirk on his lips is all it takes for you to break. "Please, I'm sorry, Jaemin, I need to cum, please."

"Hm? What was that? You're sorry, are you?"

You nod, eyes fluttering shut when you feel him slide deeper into you. But it's not enough. You need more, all of him. "Please, make me cum, please. I'm sorry."

Fortunately, Jaemin takes mercy on you, although he lets you know he's far from happy with your answer by pinching your clit between two fingers. "You're lucky I'm feeling especially nice this morning."

He bottoms out in one thrust, burying his whole length without faltering once. The sudden fullness feels euphoric, and your orgasm doesn't feel so out of reach anymore as Jaemin's thrusts become wilder, harder, almost violent.

"That's right, princess. You gonna cum like a good girl for me?"

"Y-Yes, god, yes, gonna cum..."

He's circling two of his fingers on your bundle of nerves frantically, relishing the wanton sounds spilling out of your mouth. It sounds like music to his ears. "Then cum, princess. Cum all over my cock."

He feels you stiffen against him, going completely rigid as you throw your head back to rest it on his shoulder. Your pussy becomes impossibly tight as you arch forward, raising onto your tiptoes as your orgasm washes over you.

Your mouth drops open in a silent moan as the pleasure sweeps through your body. The feeling is exhilarating, and it leaves you in a state of shock even after you've finally come down from your high, still gasping for breath.

Your limbs feel weak as Jaemin kisses your temple and turns you around so that you're facing him. He makes sure to remove the panties from around your ankle before lifting you onto the counter and slipping himself back inside, immediately resuming his brutal pace from before.

You're still trying to come down from your high as you lean your head back on the cabinet, watching him through half-lidded eyes. You feel overstimulated as he continues to use you, balls slapping against your puffy folds.

His gaze is locked onto your sex, eyeing the way your plump pussy so wonderfully stretches around him whenever he dips into you. Perspiration run down his slender neck and flushed chest, but that doesn't stop him from pounding into you relentlessly.

You cup his cheeks in your hands, digging your nails into his skin to gain his attention. When he looks back up at you, you flash him a dazed smile. "You wanted to cum in me, right?"

At your question, Jaemin's eyes flutter shut as he shudders. He doesn't reply, only taking both of your calves in his hands to hold you steady as he chases his high.

Tilting your head, you let your lips skim his just barely. You grin when he attempts to kiss you. You've got him right where you want him. "Five minutes left, Jaemin. You gotta cum soon, or I'm leaving you here with blue balls."

"Yeah? Maybe if you had just shut the fuck up and listened to me, I would've cum sooner."

You pout mockingly up at him. "That's an awfully mean thing to say to your stepdaughter."

One of his hands immediately fastens around your neck, squeezing just enough for your heartbeat to pick up. "You seem to like thinking I'm your stepdad, princess. Is it your daddy issues talking? You still mad at mummy because she made your daddy go away?"

You gasp when Jaemin suddenly buries himself as deep as he can into you, taut balls pressed against your ass. Your slick soaks his pelvis completely as he stays unmoving. "We both know you're the one getting off to the thought of fucking your stepdaughter," you say between breaths.

Jaemin knows he'll cum soon. He starts moving his hips again, choosing to thrust shallowly this time, pulling his cock out only a few inches before pushing forward into your warmth again.

"Look at me," you demand. "You like fucking me like this? Like fucking your stepdaughter?"

His whole frame is shaking. The hair on the back of his neck stands straight up when he comprehends what you said. He doesn't expect the sudden surge of electricity that courses through his entire body. He doesn't want to admit it, but he thinks you've awakened something inside of him he hadn't noticed about himself before.

"Wanna fuck your stepdaughter full of cum, Jaemin? It feels dirty but so right at the same time, doesn't it? Fucking your stepdaughter shouldn't feel this good, right?"

He swallows hard, grunts ripping through his chest as he nears the edge. His stomach and thighs are tensing up. "S-Shut the fuck up."

"It doesn't seem like you want me to stop talking. Just cum in me, Jaemin. Pump your stepdaughter full of your seed."

He lets go of your neck and calf to wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you close to him. You rake your fingers down his naked back, hoping your mother will see the scratches on his skin and start questioning Jaemin's loyalty. There's something so satisfying about the fact that you will be the last person she has in mind when she starts pondering about who had left the marks on his back.

"Fuck, s-so close," he grumbles through clenched jaws. He's mumbling a mixture of curse words and your name under his breath, balls throbbing and aching for release.

"Cum inside me..." you trail off, turning your head to place your mouth right beside his ear. "Daddy..."

That does it. Jaemin growls as he comes undone, coating your walls white with thick spurts of his milky cum. You can't help but moan along with him, feeling so impossibly full as he fills you to the brim, some dripping out onto the floor when he finally pulls out of you.

"Shit..." Jaemin pants, breathless as he swipes two fingers through your slit, causing your hips to jerk up instinctively. He snickers, bringing the same fingers up into his mouth, tasting both his and your cum.

You scrunch your nose in disgust, pushing him by the chest and dropping down from the counter. Jaemin's pulling up his sweatpants as he watches you waddle to the bathroom, presumably to pee and clean yourself up.

You return a minute later. "Shit, I'm fucking late. Couldn't you have cum quicker? Seriously, I should've called you daddy sooner," you grumble as you grab your bag from the kitchen island, slinging it over your shoulder.

Jaemin grabs your underwear from the floor, handing it to you for you to put back on. "Just tell the school your car broke down on the way there."

"Or I could just tell them my stepdad couldn't cum fast enough."

Jaemin's footsteps are loud as he follows you to the front door. "For fuck's sake, I'm not your fucking stepd—"

"I get it, Jaemin, you're just dating my mum."

Jaemin nods, satisfied with your answer. "Right, but not for long."

You freeze in your tracks, turning to look at Jaemin standing on the porch with his phone in his hands, typing away on the keyboard. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you finally breaking up with her?"

He smirks, eyes still trained onto his phone screen. "I took the day off to pack my stuff up. I'm moving out this afternoon."

"Are you going back to your old apartment?"

"Why do you want to know? Scared you're going to miss me?"

"No, I'm hoping my mum will track you down and strangle you to death."

Ding!

"Check your phone," he remarks.

You reach for your phone in the front pouch of your bag, fishing it out and checking the new notification. "What did you send me? Whose address is this?"

"It's my new apartment. But please, for the love of God, don't tell your mother my new address." He turns to walk back into the house but stops abruptly, turning back to you once more. "You know where to find me if you ever need... anything." With that, he turns back around and enters the house.

Oh, shit.

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[sweetlemontart]

by the window | na jaemin [M]

summary ⇾ after witnessing a particularly erotic scene of a couple from the apartment across from yours, you find yourself unable to erase the thoughts of being taken the same way that woman did by your own boyfriend—against the window, bare for everyone on the street below to see

PAIRING // na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRE // fluff, mostly explicit smut, unrealistic portrayal of idol!au tbh

WARNING // 18+, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, oral (m&f receiving), breeding kink, degradation, choking, fingering, dirty talk, hair pulling, exhibitionism, voyeurism, multiple orgasms (f), creampie, spanking and a lot more i can't possibly list, basically pwp, absolutely filthy, overuse of the petnames princess & baby lol

WORD COUNT // 10.1k

AUTHOR'S NOTE // i haven't written smut in like a year so just bear with me here. also, don't let the word count fool you, this is mostly explicit content with no plot or characterisation whatsoever lmao. i also want to apologise for how long this is, i got carried away while writing. this is my first work on this blog so pls drop a like or reblog, thank you, enjoy <3

It's the middle of February. The sun had just disappeared below the horizon, leaving you to stare out your apartment window to look at the darkness that had befallen the city. Although the sun is no longer visible, the city is still buzzing with life, and the streets are flooded with pedestrians. It's apparent by the way some of them walk that they have grown weary of the long day they just had and want nothing more than to return home and rest.

You'd like to think that Jaemin is amongst the swarm of people speedily walking, but you know his job rarely ever allows him to come back home at the same time most people usually finish their work. When you had first started dating him, you occasionally wondered to yourself whether you would've been better off with somebody with a more ordinary job instead, but your love for Jaemin far outweighed those troubling thoughts.

As you retreat to your bedroom, you pause at the doorway to stare at your king-sized bed. From where you stand, the bed looks oddly large without Jaemin occupying the space. His presence alone can make your apartment feel so warm and homely.

As you shrug off your robe to reveal the nightgown you're wearing underneath, your eyes move to the glass window across from the bed, catching subtle movements from one of the windows in the apartment building opposite yours. You peek through the sheer curtain to get a better look and gasp aloud when you finally comprehend the situation.

A naked woman pressed against a window, her breasts bare for everyone walking out on the streets below to see. If anyone looks up, they would be able to see the man driving into the woman's sex from behind, his mouth caressing her ear as he whispers to her what you would assume are either praises or degradations.

The sight, although somewhat alarming, sends a bolt of heat right down to your core, and you find yourself gripping onto the window curtain just a little tighter. You were never one into exhibitionism, but the thought of being in the woman's place with Jaemin thrusting into you from behind was... exhilarating to say the least.

You know you should turn away. You feel shameful for invading someone's privacy like that, but your curiosity surpasses the guilt bubbling inside of you, and you find yourself watching for a little longer, unable to wrench your gaze away from the couple even if you wanted to.

Your eyes widen when one of the man's hands shifts from the woman's waist up to her breast before finally settling around her neck, squeezing. The woman gasps, her legs squeezing tighter at the sudden lack of air. Tears are cascading down her face, evident by the lines of mascara staining her cheeks.

The warmth between your legs feels even more fervent as time passes, accompanied by the peculiar sensation of the dampness that is slowly accumulating in your underwear. God, how long has it been since Jaemin fucked you that way? When was the last time he had his way with you like that? It felt like so long ago, especially since you haven't seen him much due to his group's comeback and hectic schedule.

You can almost imagine the sound of the man's hips slamming furiously against the woman's, can almost hear the desperate noises that slips past her swollen lips as she chases her high. She's almost there, judging by her shaking thighs and curled toes. One little push is all she needs to come tumbling down.

Absorbed in the lewd scene unfolding in front of you, you almost miss the sound of the front door shutting close. Footsteps can be heard as the person makes their way across the living room. Despite that, your eyes stay glued on the couple, wanting nothing more than to watch them finish together.

The man's hand has now travelled between her thighs, rubbing fervently on the bundle of nerves between her legs. Her breath fogs up the glass as she screams, overwhelmed by the sudden stimulation from his fingers. Just a little more, just a little longer.

The bedroom door creaks open behind you, and you turn to find Jaemin standing in the doorway, staring curiously at you. Your boyfriend greets you with a tired smile as he walks in, clad in his beloved mint hoodie and grey sweatpants with a backpack slung over his right shoulder.

He finds it unusual that instead of greeting him, you rush over to cover the sheer curtains with the silk curtains that allow you to have complete privacy from the outside world, or in this case, let the people outside have privacy over your wandering eyes. He notes the way you stand with your back facing him for a couple of seconds before finally swivelling around on your heels to smile at him.

As you approach him, Jaemin also notes the rapid rise and fall of your chest and the rosy flush of your cheeks. To put it simply, it looks as if you had just been thoroughly fucked, and the thought of you touching yourself while he was gone sent blood rushing down to his crotch.

"Hey, you're home earlier than usual." You peck his lips, grabbing his bag from his shoulder to set it down on the chair. "You cleaned up at the company?" you ask as you comb your fingers through his damp, dark hair.

Jaemin responds with a nod before sitting down on the edge of the bed, still watching you inquisitively. You can't help but let your eyes rake over his delectable figure. Your insides are still boiling from the passionate incident you just witnessed, and the heady scent of your lover isn't helping at all.

"What were you doing before I got home?" he questions. There is no malice or mistrust in his voice, but the teasing edge in his tone has you worried that he might've seen what you had seen, and he is now testing you.

Afraid your face would betray you, you walk to your vanity table in hopes of being able to speak while keeping your face concealed from him. Jaemin is awfully attentive, and he knows you like the back of his hand, so it would take a miracle for you to be able to go through without raising any alarm.

"Well, I took a bubble bath and then had the leftover Chinese for dinner, then I washed the dishes and watched TV," you recount, managing to leave out what you had seen just before he came home. The image of the couple flashes briefly in your mind, and you inhale sharply to suppress the inappropriate thought.

You hear shuffling behind you and look up at the mirror, only to see Jaemin taking off his hoodie, revealing the white shirt he is wearing underneath that does nothing to hide the outline of his lean torso and broad shoulders. You briskly look away, willing your raging hormones to calm down.

"I had such a long day," Jaemin speaks, yawning. You hear him stand, making his way to you. "Can't remember the last time I was home this early." Slipping his arms around your waist from behind, he pulls you flush against his front.

You swallow when you feel his lips brush against your earlobe, his hot breath fanning across your cheekbone. You catch his eyes through the mirror, blinking when he flashes you an innocent smile. He kisses your temple once before pulling away, leaving you feeling dizzy at the fleeting contact.

"W-what are you doing?" you stutter out when he suddenly parts the curtains, peering outside of the window. You watch in horror as he continues to stare outside, anxious at the thought that the couple from before might still be there.

"I was hoping we could go out for a walk or something, but I'm just so tired."

To your astonishment, Jaemin lets go of the curtain and nonchalantly walks to his bag to take out his phone. You keep your eyes trained on his back as you ponder about whether he saw the couple at all. Jaemin proceeds to go to his side of the bed before plopping down with his phone in hand. He releases a sigh as he closes his eyes.

Gingerly walking to the bed, you lie down beside him, mind still feeling like a jumbled mess. You almost flinch when Jaemin suddenly turns to his side to sling an arm around your middle. "It's okay, Nana, we can go some other time. We have all the time in the world," you mumble, gulping when you realise his close proximity.

His eyes flutter open, making your breath hitch in your throat at how dark and beautiful they are. He has an expression on his face that you have seldom seen before. You can't help but glance down at his plump lips, noticing he is smiling, obviously quite amused at something.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

He shrugs as he let his hands roam down to your thigh, squeezing the flesh there momentarily before maintaining its previous position on the curve of your waist. Everything about him is slowly driving you crazy, you're sure of it. From the subtle scent of his citrus body mist to the way his black hair frames his delicate face, everything feels so surreal when it comes to Jaemin.

"Go to sleep now," you urge him as you brush his cheek with your thumb. "I'll be here when you wake up." With that, you twist your body to turn off the night light on the bedside table.

"Night, baby," he murmurs drowsily.

Minutes pass as you both lie motionless in the dark. Jaemin's breathing has evened out on your back, indicating that he has fallen asleep. You, on the other hand, find it a challenge to sleep after what you saw. Your body is yearning for your lover's touch, but you know better than to wake him up after a long day of work. It would be selfish to disturb him during his resting time.

Clenching your thighs together, you hope to at least find some relief from the pressure, but it seems as though the only way to alleviate your neediness would be to reach release. However, that doesn't seem very likely, considering you sincerely don't want to wake Jaemin from his slumber with your movements and sounds.

A few more minutes pass with you debating internally about your next course of action. With a frustrated sigh, you let your hand drift down between your legs, freezing when you feel Jaemin's arm tighten around your waist. You crane your head to look behind you, relieved to see that Jaemin is still peacefully sleeping.

Lifting one of your knees slightly, you let your hand cup your mound through your underwear. You need more, though, so you push your underwear to the side to let your cool fingers come in contact with your bare heat. You sigh when you begin to rub at your slick folds, feeling instant relief from the much-needed friction.

It isn't long after that you begin to gasp quietly every few seconds, unable to attempt to hide the pleasure coursing through your body. Biting your lip, you press two fingers inside, eyes scrunching shut at the sudden fullness. Slowly as to not make too much movement, you pump your digits in and out. It feels so good, but it's nothing compared to what Jaemin can make you feel with his fingers.

Your legs begin to shake at the impending orgasm. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, beating fast and loud as you chase your release. It's so close, yet so far away somehow. You need something—just a little push. God, you're so so close.

"Baby," Jaemin's raspy voice is the first thing you hear before the night light on his side of the bed is turned on.

You screech, mortified at the fact that he had caught you touching yourself. Before you can pull your digits out, though, Jaemin grabs your wrist, preventing you from moving it at all. "J-Jaemin," you whisper, face flushing. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it—"

He interrupts you mid-sentence with a click of his tongue. Shuffling closer, he presses a kiss to the spot on your neck that never fails to pull a whine out of you. "You were just getting there, weren't you? Why don't you continue for me, hm? I want to watch."

"I didn't mean to wake you up—"

"You can make it up to me by continuing. Please?"

"You w-want to watch me touch myself?"

He replies with a hum, nuzzling his nose against the crook of your neck, occasionally licking at the skin there.

Gulping hard, you resume your movement from before, now with the gentle guide of Jaemin's hand around your wrist. You press your mouth against the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds slipping past your lips.

Letting go of your wrist, he pushes you onto your back, forcing you to face the ceiling. "I want to hear you, baby, don't hold it in. Let it out for me."

You manage to pry your eyes open just slightly, wanting to look at Jaemin's face as you touch yourself. When your eyes connect with his, your legs clench shut as you moan. "Jaemin," you breathlessly speak.

He smiles knowingly. "I'm right here, keep going," he whispers, pulling at one of your knees, urging your legs to stay spread apart.

You feel Jaemin push your nightgown up until it bunches around just underneath your breasts. His hand slips underneath the flimsy fabric, his fingers making contact with your nipple.

He pinches once, watching in amusement as your back arches at the pleasurable pain. "Curl your fingers like how I usually do it," he instructs, eyes locked on the frantic motion of the hand between your legs.

Complying to his request, it doesn't take you long to find that spot within you that has you writhing in your spot, legs threatening to close at the newfound sensation. The side of Jaemin's knee stays pressed against your right thigh, securing your leg to the bed, leaving you unable to close your legs even if you tried.

"O-oh, oh, fuck," you breathe out as you cease the movement of your fingers to press your palm against your slit. One look at Jaemin has you resuming on gliding your slick fingers in and out again. You feel slightly frustrated, though, knowing your fingers are nowhere near as long as your boyfriend's and can't reach the places he can with perfect ease.

"I-I think I'm—"

Jaemin doesn't let you finish your sentence, gripping at your chin and pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss, brushing his tongue against your bottom lip. It's exactly what you need to stumble over the edge, letting the blinding pleasure consume you whole.

You reluctantly pull away from the kiss to suck in a breath of air, feeling as though you can't get enough air into your lungs as you crumble under Jaemin's watchful gaze. Your free hand clutches at his white shirt, crumpling it in your fist as a whine escapes past your lips. It's only when the pleasure has subsided that you notice the gentle brush of his fingers on your arm, coaxing you to come back to him.

"I'm sorry I woke you up." These are the first words you utter to him once you finally regain your ability to speak again. You wince when you pull your fingers out, feeling a drop of your slick drip down onto your thigh. "Let me just clean myself up."

Instead of letting you go, Jaemin pushes himself up onto his arms, hovering above your panting figure. He settles himself in between your thighs, pushing down onto your naked bottom with his hips.

"J-Jaems, you'll get your pants dirty," you warn, pushing at his chest with your clean hand, willing him to return to his previous position.

"Yeah?" he questions with a grin.

You are just about to ask what he's doing when he suddenly grabs your wrist, wrapping his mouth around your slick-coated fingers. You choke on air, taken aback by the boldness of his action. He makes sure to lick every drop of your slick before pulling away with a resounding pop.

"Nana..." you mumble, already feeling heady as you speculate how the night is going to unfold. You are suddenly painfully aware of the wicked gleam in his eyes and the outline of his stiff member in his sweatpants, nudging at your lower stomach.

He chuckles lowly. "What's got you so worked up tonight, hm, princess?"

Rolling your hips up in hopes of getting him to realise what you need, you're disappointed when he pecks your lips once before pulling away to sit back on his heels. His large hands settle on your thighs, prying them apart. He coos softly at the sight of your underwear, damp with your release, sticking to your drenched folds.

His fingers inch closer until they graze the hem of your underwear, so close to where you need him the most. You watch his eyes darken when you utter a quiet plea, trying to convince him to give in. "Answer my question first."

With an impatient huff, you tear your gaze away from his to look at the ceiling. "I just... I'm just in the mood, but I didn't want to bother you."

Jaemin blinks down at you, gaze locked on yours as he suddenly presses his thumb onto the wet patch of your panties. He drags his thumb up and down your clothed slit, watching as your eyebrows furrow in exasperation.

"That's all?" he asks, momentarily halting the languid motion of his thumb.

You nod frantically, not at all concerned about the fact that you had just lied straight to his face. All you can think about at this exact moment is his fingers and how much you want them buried inside your pulsating hole.

He retracts his hand to settle them back onto your thigh, hushing your whine of protest with his lips, kissing you so sweetly that you completely lose track of mind. You have a hunch that there is something severely wrong at this point, but Jaemin's kisses are so addictive that you completely overlook all the warning signs.

He pulls away, attaching his lips to your neck, sucking on the supple skin there to leave dark marks that will remain there for the next few days. He briefly pulls away to tug your nightgown over your head before tossing it onto the floor, leaving you in your soiled underwear. His mouth trails lower until they reach the valley of your breasts.

You tuck your chin into your chest to watch him, sucking in a deep breath when he encloses his mouth around your right nipple, only to swiftly pull away to continue his journey down south. Your fingers curl into the hair on the nape of his neck as you relish the feel of his warm breath hitting the skin of your stomach, sending shivers down your spine.

"Hurry, please," you plead, growing increasingly restless at his slow pace.

He smiles against the hem of your underwear, acknowledging your request but not complying, which only serves to aggravate you. "Don't be greedy," he scolds, pressing kisses onto the heated skin of your inner thighs.

You shake your head, lifting yourself onto your elbows so you can get a better look at him. He tilts his head to meet your eyes, keeping his mouth pressed onto your thigh. "Please, Jaems, I need your tongue," you try once again, to no avail.

"I wanna take my time with you."

Groaning, you let yourself plop back onto the bed. You mentally tell yourself that you would only have to endure Jaemin's incessant teasing just a little longer.

Without any warning, he attaches his lips to your core, dampening your panties even further with his spit. You cry out, eyes shutting at the long-awaited pressure on your core. It still isn't enough, though, so you tug at his hair, willing him to move his mouth away so you can reach down and yank your panties to the side, exposing yourself to an oddly-composed Jaemin.

He pulls your hand away from his head before you can guide his mouth back onto you. "I said I wanna take my time with-"

You abruptly sit up. "I know what you said, but I really need you, Jaems," you say, directing him to move up the bed and lie on his back. "I really need you," you repeat as you take off his white shirt, mind filled to the brim with the need to touch him.

You can't help but stare at his figure as you sit beside him on the bed, in awe of how beautiful he is as he lies there, clad in his sweatpants with a noticeable bulge straining against the thick fabric. You swallow when your eyes trace across his chiselled abs, across the plane of his taut chest and finally settling on his face. Na Jaemin is breathtaking.

"Hey," he whispers, thumb brushing against your cheek. "You went somewhere else for a sec."

Shaking your head, you finally get a hold of yourself. You kiss him hard, teeth clashing against teeth. You want him now more than ever. You reach down toward his pants, pushing at the hem. "Take it off," you mumble against his lips.

He grabs at your wrist, halting your movement. You're about to complain, but he speaks before you can say a single word. "I want you to sit on my face."

Arousal surges through you at his words. You're sure that if you aren't wearing any underwear, your slick would already be dripping down on the bed.

"I want to taste you." He grabs your hips, assisting you with positioning your legs on each side of his head.

"Oh!" you yelp when you hear an audible rip. You haven't fully comprehended what had happened before Jaemin's hands on your hips are hastily pulling you down.

You gasp, eyes widening when he slots his mouth to your core, sucking earnestly at your folds. "O-oh shit, f-fuck, fuck," you stammer out, hands blindly flailing around to grab onto something, anything. One hand settles on the headboard for balance while the other buries itself in his tousled hair.

Lost in the ecstasy, you let your eyes fall shut as you roll your head back, face parallel to the ceiling. Jaemin keeps up a moderate pace, alternating between licking bold stripes over your slit and sucking your clit.

"Oh my- fuck, I need...please." You've lost your ability to speak coherently, something that's not uncommon whenever Jaemin has his way with you. His tongue circles your entrance, not dipping in, only teasing. You tighten your grip on his hair, letting out a breathless plea.

It's only when he hums and the vibration from his mouth travels through your trembling form that you finally loll your head forward to look down at him, hips bucking in reflex when you meet his darkened gaze. He hums disappointedly, using his hold on both of your thighs to move you away from his mouth.

You are now able to see the lower half of his face, drenched with your wetness. He presses gentle kisses onto your inner thigh, but you are barely able to register it before he is pressing his fingers onto your core, running his fingertips over your folds, spreading it apart with two fingers so he can see what's hidden underneath.

He coos quietly, eyes trained onto your core. "Everything about you is so pretty, you know that, right?" It's a rhetorical question because as soon as he asks it, he's pushing his index finger into your hole, smirking when he feels your walls clench around it. "Pretty face and an equally pretty pussy."

"Please," you beg, breathless from the feel of his finger dipping in and out of you.

"Hm? What do you need, baby?"

You shift slightly, hoping the new position would allow his digit to press against the spot inside of you that could have you seeing stars in less than a minute. He seems to notice your intention, halting his movement entirely, leaving you to whine out in protest. "Need your mouth, please."

"Oh, you don't need my fingers, then?" He's about to pull his finger out when you grip his wrist in your hand, shaking your head frantically.

"No, both your fingers and your mouth. Please, Jaemin."

He bites his lip in an attempt to contain an amused smirk. "You're going to have to be more specific, baby." He watches you hesitate for a few more seconds before resuming the in and out motion of his finger, even adding another finger in not long after.

"Y-your mouth, please." You lean forward, bringing your aching pussy closer to his inviting mouth. "I need your mouth on my pussy, Nana."

Jaemin turns his head, pressing his lips to your inner thigh as he curls his fingers inside you. He listens intently to the sweet sounds that spill out of your mouth, sounds of ecstasy that only he can pull out of you. He feels his cock harden even more at the thought of being the only one to be able to see you in this light—so obscene and needy for him.

"Please don't tease," you wail out, desperate to reach your first climax of the night.

Satisfied with your begging, he looks up at you once again before diving in and enclosing his lips around your clit, simultaneously speeding up the pace of his fingers. Your eyes clench shut at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. You feel as though you're about to combust when you force your eyes open to look down at him, finding his lust-filled eyes are already looking up at you.

"F-fuck, don't stop." Your grip in his hair tightens when he reaches up to grab at your breast with his free hand, pinching and pulling at the hardened bud with his thumb and pointer finger. "N-nana, I'm gonna cum. Please, can I cum?"

He pulls his mouth away briefly to answer. "Just a little longer, princess. You taste so fucking sweet. I should just quit my job and do this all day long, hm? What do you think about that?"

You're no longer unable to contain your moans now, letting the high-pitched sounds echo through the apartment. "Can't... can't hold it, Nana."

You're thrashing in his hold, curling and uncurling your fingers in his hair because you don't know how you can delay your climax when his fingers are nudging against your sweet spot and his tongue is lapping at your clit rapidly.

You glance down at Jaemin when you hear him groaning every few seconds. Looking over your shoulder, you realise he has pushed his sweatpants and boxer down just enough to expose his member. You widen your eyes at the sight of his cock, so pink and pretty, with pre-cum smeared all over the reddened tip. He's pumping it with his fist almost languidly as he pleasures you, and it's this sight that has you careening fast toward your oncoming climax.

"Fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum, 'm gonna-" you've barely warned him before you're abruptly reaching your peak, crying out as you lock eyes with Jaemin who's eyes hold nothing but affection and filthy promises. He's lapping at your slit, savouring the taste of your juice on his tongue.

Jaemin stops the movement of his hand on his cock, squeezing it at the base instead to stop himself from cumming to your lovely sounds. He helps you through your orgasm, pulling his fingers out to lap at your slit with his tongue, relishing the taste of the sweet nectar trickling past your hole.

You're rolling your hips to the movement of his tongue, hissing at the delicious overstimulation. Jaemin's a little disappointed when you eventually roll off of him, leaning against the headboard to catch your breath.

He turns to the side to face you, making sure you're watching him before making a show of shoving his fingers into his mouth, sucking at them to clean off your slick. You squeeze your thighs together, having already recovered from your orgasm. "Jaemin," you drawl out as you crawl down the bed, eyes zeroed in on his thick cock, twitching in his hand.

You settle in between his legs, knees tucked underneath you. He lets you pry his hand off his member, and watches you as you tentatively wrap your hand around it, licking your lips as you lean closer.

"What's with the look, princess? You wanna taste it?"

Glancing up at him, you nod. "Yes, can I? Please?"

"How could I refuse when you're asking so nicely?" He brushes his fingers through the strands of your hair a few times before finally gripping it for good. His grasp on your hair isn't harsh as he guides your mouth to his cock, but it stings just enough to make have you reeling with excitement.

You begin with kitten licks all over the tip, revelling in the sounds of his quiet gasps. Jaemin's a patient person but you know he's tired of your teasing when he tightens his hold in your hair, urging you to take him into your mouth. You refuse to give in, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine.

He tugs on your hair hard, causing you to yelp as you look up at him. As expected, he's glaring down at you, thin lips set into a displeased frown that has you nervous and eager at the same time.

You refuse to give in so easily, though, so you keep your eyes on him as you continue licking at his tip, swirling your tongue around the precum gathered around his tip and flicking it across the dip of his slit. You trail your tongue down his shaft until you reach the base.

"Put it in your mouth, baby," he says, jaw clenching when you ignore his instruction yet again. "Hm, this is how you want to play tonight, huh? Thought you were so eager to taste me."

"You teased me too, so it's only fair if I get to do it too," you snap back with a pout, hoping it'll soften the blow just a little.

Something flashes across his eyes, and you don't have the time to decipher it before he's pushing you onto your back, letting your head dangle over the edge of the bed. You gasp when his hand wraps around your throat, fingers pressing into the sides of your neck hard enough that you know it's definitely a warning.

With his free hand, he pulls down both his sweatpants and boxer, leaving him just as naked as you are. He sits back on his heels before spreading your legs and hooking them over his thighs. "You're going to regret teasing me when I'm done with you, sweetheart."

"You deserved it."

Instead of getting angry, Jaemin only grins, but you've been with him long enough to know it's not exactly a genuine one. His eyes are taunting and for a second you question whether it had been wise to tease him at all. Well, it's far too late to contemplate it now.

You feel his fingers graze softly over your inner thigh. In your position with your head dangling over the bed, you're unable to see what he's doing with his hand, unable to predict his next move. You can barely see his face when he leans back, so you shut your eyes instead, relying on your other senses to try to predict what's going to do with you next.

"Nana!" you cry out when he suddenly pushes two fingers inside. The sudden intrusion burns so deliciously, and you find yourself bucking your hips to cope with the abrupt pleasure that's coursing through you. Jaemin doesn't tease you like thought he would, wasting no time curling his fingers and adopting a pace that's fast enough to have you cumming in a matter of minutes. "F-fuck, f-feels good. So good."

He chuckles under his breath, leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth, laving his tongue over it and humming when he feels it hardening against his tongue. "I allowed you to cum all over my tongue, and this is how you repay me? I should've just went back to sleep and leave you to take care of your problem if I knew you were going to be a brat like this."

You're gasping for air, feeling dizzy from being upside down for so long. You can't find it in you to care, though, not when his fingers are driving in and out of you the way it is and the slick sound of your soaked pussy is resonating through the room so loudly.

He moves over to your other nipple, repeating the same process he did with the other nipple. The grip around your neck tightens just slightly, and you find yourself choking on air. It's hard to breathe, but you don't say anything, only moaning brokenly as you chase your high. "F-fuck, I'm cumming. N-Nana!"

Jaemin pulls his face away from your heaving chest. He wants to see your face when you reach your high. He loves to know he's the only one that can have you this way, the only one who can pull such filthy sounds out of you.

Your eyes flutter open, and you lift your head to look at Jaemin, but he pushes down on your neck. "You can cum, but you can't look at me."

It takes you a few seconds to understand what he says, but once you do, you're whining pathetically and shaking your head. "Please, Nana, I-I want to see you."

"No. This is your punishment, so take it like a good girl."

You're so close, your orgasm only a few seconds away. You want to look into his eyes, want to unravel under his hungry gaze, but you know you took your teasing a little too far and the only way to redeem yourself is by carrying out the punishment he has given you.

You can do nothing but rely on your imagination as you near your climax. You imagine his eyes trailing over your body ravenously, imagine the way his heavy cock twitches whenever your walls clamp around his fingers, sucking the digits in until they're knuckles-deep. But it's not those that push you over the edge, it's his dulcet voice, sounding dazed and raspy. It's his sweet voice that has you bucking your hips wildly, toes digging into the bed and knees pressing against his hips as you succumb to the blissful sensation. "Cum for me like a good girl and I'll fuck you until you're crying."

Jaemin gives your neck one last squeeze before dragging his hand down to your breast, squeezing and kneading at the soft flesh as you try to regain your composure. He shifts back a little, allowing you some more space on the bed. With your head now positioned properly on the bed, you stare down at him through half-lidded eyes, wincing when you feel the ache in your neck from being bent at such an awkward angle.

Jaemin chuckles when he pulls his fingers out of you, holding his hand up to show you the wetness covering his two digits, some trickling down onto his palm and knuckles. He smears it all over your thigh, ignoring your whine of protests as you try to push his hand away.

"Tired?" he asks, moving your legs off his thighs.

"A little."

"Sucks for you." You're slightly confused at his words, but don't get to dwell on it any further because Jaemin's already hauling you up and flipping you onto your hands and knees. "Cause I'm not done with you just yet, princess."

A sudden, sharp pain on your backside has you keening forward. It only occurs to you a moment later that Jaemin has just spanked you hard. His palm lands on the other cheek this time, and your elbows give out underneath you, causing you to fall face-first into the mattress. "F-fuck, Jaemin."

He strokes his hand over your spine, causing a pleasant shiver to wrack through you. "Did you think you could tease me and get away with it? I've spoiled you too much, haven't I?"

You don't answer and regret it only a second later when he slaps your ass again. "Y-Yes! I'm sorry, Nana."

He leans forward and grabs hold of your hair, tilting your head up so you're looking up at him. "You're not sorry, princess. You're a bad girl, aren't you? My little whore."

You whimper, shaking your head as tears start to blur your vision. Everything is too much, yet not enough at the same time. You love Jaemin like this, so ruthless, but you know that deep down he respects and adores you deeply. Perhaps it's the fact that his darkness only shines through when you're being intimate that makes you want him so much more. You love the fact that you can bring out the feral side of him that he would never otherwise display in his day-to-day life.

"Open," he instructs, pointing his chin at your mouth. You consider pushing your luck further, but immediately decide not to when you see his stern glare. You let your mouth fall open, lolling your tongue out for good measure. He seems pleased at your compliance, pursing his lips before spitting onto your tongue.

His spit is warm when you draw your tongue back into your mouth. You're about to swallow it when Jaemin tells you not to. "Keep it in your mouth. If I find out you've swallowed it I'm going to leave you hanging, and we both know how much of a cock slut you are for me, so don't even try."

He lets go of your hair, and you press the side of your face back down into the sheets, making sure to keep his spit in your mouth. All you can think about at this point is having his cock inside of you. You're desperate for it, and you want nothing more than for him to slide into you and pound you into the mattress.

You stiffen when you feel his shaft gliding up and down your folds, lubricating himself with your slick. The tip catches onto the hood of your clit, and the delicious press of the blunt head against your swollen bundle of nerves have you tightening your grip on the bedsheet. You want to beg him but you're afraid that his spit will dribble out of your mouth when you speak, so you resort to pushing your hips back.

A slap to your right thigh is all you need to know that he's going to do this at his own pace, and you're going to take what he gives you with no complaint. "Remember, princess, I can easily walk out of this room right now and jerk off in the bathroom." He circles the tip of his cock around your opening, pushing in just enough for you to feel the stretch. "And you'll be here all alone, trying to cum with your fingers buried in your wet pussy, but you know it's not going to be enough, because your fingers don't compare to my fingers or my cock, right, baby?"

You hum in agreement, clenching your teeth when you feel him slide halfway in. You want him to continue until he's as deep as he can possibly be and his balls are pressed against your clit. You don't care if it burns. With Jaemin, you find that the pain always blurs with pleasure and only leaves you craving for more, more, more. You'll take whatever he gives you.

"Please," you manage to mumble with a mouth full of spit, both his and yours. The thought of his spit mixing with yours has your walls clenching. Jaemin notices this and groans as he savours the tight squeeze. As he pushes the rest of himself inside of you, he can't help but think about how good you feel around him, so warm and so tight. Being buried inside of you feels like heaven for him, and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life being able to sink himself into your exquisite cunt every morning, day and night.

"Fuck, baby, you're perfect." His grip on your hips are tight enough to bruise, but that's the least of your worries. "Your pussy was made for me. Fits me so well."

He starts at a slow pace, watching closely at the way his cock disappears into your drenched pussy. The view is nothing short of pornographic, and he grits his teeth to stop himself from getting too riled up too quickly. It's not his fault that you look and feel so wonderful.

He hunches forward until his front is pressed to your back and plants open-mouthed kisses on the skin of your upper back. The heat of his mouth combined with the feeling of his length plunging in and out of you has you trembling with need. You can feel the veins on his shaft grazing against your walls every time he moves.

You feel his breath fan against your ear, and can't help but cry out when a particularly hard thrust is delivered. The spit in your mouth immediately drips out of your mouth, leaking down onto the bed. It would feel disgusting if only Jaemin wasn't drilling into you with such precision that you felt as though you were ascending closer to heaven each passing second. "N-Nanaaa," you drawl, fisting the sheets on each side of your head.

The snaps of his hips against yours are hard enough to bruise. He wraps a hand around the nape of your neck, pushing the side of your face into the sheets. "Princess, is my spit still in your mouth?" he asks, and you're suddenly aware that you've had your mouth open for quite a while, and the spit that was once contained in your mouth are now seeping into the bedsheet, leaving behind a prominent, dark spot.

Jaemin's movement completely stills as you snap your mouth close. The thought of lying crosses your mind, but you know it would do you more good if you just told the truth. Besides, Jaemin most likely has seen the staining on the sheets by now. You try to twist your head so you can apologise to his face, but Jaemin's hand on the back of your neck prevents you from turning at all, so you swallow and shake your head. "I'm sorry," you mumble sheepishly, eyes trained on the wall of your bedroom. "I'm sorry, but it just felt so good, Nana."

Jaemin contemplates your apology for some time before pulling out of you, leaving you to whine at the empty feeling. Dread creeps into your stomach when he pulls away from you completely, moving away from the bed toward the curtains covering the window.

Sitting up, you wipe the side of your mouth with the back of your hand, cleaning off the drool as you watch Jaemin intently. Your eyes greedily drink in the shape of his figure. His cock, glistening and still hard, bounces against his toned stomach as he walks. The muscle of his back flexes when he rolls his shoulders, and something about the way he so casually does it has you feeling lightheaded.

"Jaems?" you call out hesitantly, unsure of what he's doing.

He grabs hold of the curtains before glancing back at you with questioning eyes. Realising his intention, you stand, dashing toward him with an alarmed expression. "Stop, wait, what are you doing? We're both naked."

He lets go of the curtains, reaching up his hands to cup your cheeks, tilting your head up so he can press his lips to yours. The kiss is tender and soft, a stark contrast to the way he had been fucking into you just moments before, and you immediately melt into him. You pull away when you feel his member poking your stomach. "Please, Nana, I need you," you mumble against his lips.

He chuckles, and you notice that it's a mocking one. "Did you really think I would forget the fact that you lied to me?"

"W-What? I didn't lie. I said I was sorry!"

One of his hands is on your ass in an instant, giving a warning squeeze. "I think we both have different things in mind, sweetheart. Do I have to remind you or can you use that cute brain of yours to figure it out yourself?"

Truth be told, you have no idea what he's referring to, so you try your hardest to remember, although it's so hard to think about anything other than having him inside of you again. Jaemin bends to latch his mouth to your neck, sucking at the sensitive spot just underneath your ear. "I don't... I don't know what you're talking about."

He reaches around you to press two fingers into your core from behind, slipping them in with ease. He's gazing down at you with a smile, but his eyes are dark and menacing. "Do I have to tell you everything, princess? Are you that drunk off my cock that you can barely remember anything?"

"N-No, Nana." You're shaking in his hold, fingers curled tightly around his arm, afraid you'd just fall onto the floor without his body to support yours. "I can remember. I can-"

"Then tell me." He's looking down at you tauntingly. He knows you don't remember. "Does my dumb, little baby need help to remember?"

You arch up against him when he brings your nipple into his mouth, tongue circling your areola. You try not to focus on his fingers or his mouth, but it's proving to be harder than you thought. "I d-don't know. I give up. Nana, I give up," you say after a while, afraid that if you take any longer, Jaemin would punish you even harder.

He pulls away from your breast with a loud pop. "Hm, should I just show you, then? Maybe that would jog your memory? Open the curtains, princess."

To say you're startled by his request would be an understatement. With his fingers no longer pushing in and out of you, you're starting to come down from the pleasurable high you were in just seconds before. One glance at the curtain has your mind spiralling back to the moment you were standing by the window just before Jaemin came.

"W-Wait... you saw..."

Jaemin turns you around forcefully, pressing himself against your back. "I said open the curtains." His tone is harsh, but the way his hands are softly caressing your hips makes it clear to you that he's asking for permission. He's giving you the green light to decline and back out if you feel uncomfortable by what he's asking of you.

The dragging of the tip of his nose against the skin behind your right ear interrupts your train of thoughts, and you turn to the side to look into his eyes. As expected, Jaemin's gaze holds a tenderness that has your stomach lurching. "Okay," you whisper as you turn back to open the curtains.

Your reflection along with Jaemin's is the first thing you see on the glass of the window. When your eyes finally focus on the scenery outside, you find yourself swallowing when you see the apartment across from yours, the one that had once been occupied by the couple shamelessly making love against the window. The curtains are still pulled back, but the couple is no longer in sight, although there is light spilling out of the crack of the bathroom door.

Looking down, your first instinct is to back away from the window, afraid that the pedestrians walking on the sidewalk would see you naked. There's anxiety bubbling inside you, but also an excitement that you've never felt before. You can't help but lick your lips at the prospect of being caught. What would that person do if they saw you? Would they look away from embarrassment? Would they keep watching?

Jaemin hears your breathing pick up and doesn't waste any time asking whether you want to stop. You only twist your head before slamming your lips onto his, pulling him into a violent kiss that has you moaning into his mouth every few seconds. You feel feverish, craving for Jaemin to fill you up once again. Running out of breath, you gently clamp your teeth onto his bottom lip and pull back. The affectionate look in his eyes is quickly replaced by something more feral.

"Put your hands against the window, baby. I need you now."

You do as he says, jutting your hips out slightly. "F-Fuck, Jaemin, please just put it in," you plead, pressing your forehead against the surface of the cool glass as Jaemin glides the tip of his cock up and down your folds.

He growls once he finally pushes in, bottoming out in one thrust. Your breath fogs the glass as you pant. "So good. Please, Nana, faster."

Jaemin's hands reach around your body to cup at your breast. Your fingers are curled into fists against the window as you lose yourself in the feeling of him pounding into you. You force your eyes open to look down at the street below, shuddering when you see passersby walking up and down the street so casually, oblivious to the fact that you were only a few floors above them, about to explode around your boyfriend's cock.

"Oh god, Jaemin!" You cry out, knees almost buckling when Jaemin thrusts into you harder. He pulls his hands away from your chest to grab both of your arms, bringing them back to use as leverage to fuck you harder. Your nipples graze the cold glass whenever Jaemin rams into your from behind, sending chills down your spine. "Jaemin, f-fuck. I'm close. So close."

He's fucking you relentlessly against the window, mouth tucked into the crook of your neck, breathing raggedly into your ear. "You lied to me, so why should I let you cum, hm?"

"P-please, can't hold it, Jaems."

It's obvious by the way your walls are pulsing around him that you're trying to hold off your orgasm. "Apologise and I might just let you cum."

You don't hesitate to plead for forgiveness, not wanting to cum without his permission. "I'm sorry for... for lying. N-Need to cum, please."

"Lying about what?"

He gathers your arms into one hand, bringing the free one around to rub circles into your clit that has you rising onto your tiptoes. You almost lose your train of thought, almost forget the fact that Jaemin's still waiting on your apology. "I'm sorry f-for lying to you about... about—"

Jaemin interrupts your sentence to deliver a sharp thrust that pulls a loud cry out of you. You know it's only a matter of seconds before you cum, so you rush through your apology, babbling your words deliriously. "Sorry for not telling you what I saw in that other apartment."

"Did you see them fucking like us, hm? Fucking like rabbits with the curtains open so everyone down on the street can see? Did you like what you see, baby?"

"Nana, I'm cumming!"

He smiles against the column of your neck, loving how desperate you become whenever he has his cock deep inside you. "Show me how she came, princess. What sounds do you think she made when she did?"

The tight coil in your stomach finally snaps, and you're suddenly thrown into a whirlwind of pleasure, head thrown back to rest on Jaemin's shoulder. You're shaking against him, eyes pressed shut as you cum so hard you see stars behind your eyelids. You're unaware you're chanting his name amid your bliss, but Jaemin can hear it loud and clear as he slows the pace of his hips, making sure to help prolong your orgasm by rubbing his fingers on your clit.

With a hum, he releases your arms from behind your back, and you immediately grab the hand between your legs, halting the motion of his fingers. Opening your eyes, you're slightly relieved to find that the apartment across from yours is still absent of the couple from before.

Jaemin lets you push yourself away from the glass, cock slipping out of you. You turn to face him, legs still trembling and threatening to give out underneath you. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist, smiling down at you fondly before pecking your lips. "Sounds like you came pretty hard. I didn't know you were into exhibitionism."

"I didn't know until today either," you mumble timidly, craning your neck to look up at him. "But you haven't cum yet."

You squeal when he suddenly slides his hands down underneath your thighs, picking you up. Your hands fly up to intertwine behind his neck while your legs wrap around his waist. He steps closer to the window, allowing it to support some of your weight.

His usually soft, brown eyes are glazed over with hunger. You can tell from the way his gaze roams over your body that he wants to ravish you and break you down until you're nothing but a sobbing mess.

It doesn't take long for the ache in between your legs to return. You're tightening your legs around him, begging him to slip back into you. Jaemin kisses you a little too long for your liking, but it's all worth it in the end when he finally reaches a hand down to align himself with your hole.

You're holding your breath as you sink down onto him, nails digging into his shoulders as you feel your walls accomodating his size. You're panting by the time you've reached the base of his cock, feeling so full as he suckles at the skin of your shoulder.

Jaemin groans when he shifts and unintentionally presses himself deeper into you. In this position, his tip is just kissing your cervix, and you moan when you feel him start to move. "Harder, f-fuck."

You lean your head back onto the window, eyes closing as Jaemin starts snapping his hips faster, filling you up so good. His nose nuzzles into your cheek. "You want me to fill you up? Want me to stuff your tight pussy with my cum, princess?"

Your skin prickles at the sound of his voice. "Cum inside, Nana, please."

"Yeah? You like it when I cum inside you? You better keep it all in, baby."

You dip your head forward to rest it against Jaemin's shoulder. "N-Nana," you purr when you look down to watch his glistening cock plunge in and out of you.

Jaemin lets go of one of your thighs, letting it drop onto the floor. You dig the ball of your foot into the ground before bucking your hips, meeting his thrusts halfway. Jaemin hisses at this, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

"Fill me up, Nana. Want you to come inside, please."

Jaemin's movement falters a little when he comprehends your words. He's close, you know it. You reach your hand up, smoothing back the hair falling over his forehead so you can look into his eyes. Before you have the chance to, though, he's capturing your lips in a kiss that has you feeling hazy.

When he pulls away, Jaemin opens his eyes to look down at you but is distracted by a movement over your head. You're surprised when your boyfriend starts snickering out of the blue, noticing his eyes are set on something behind you, something out of the window. "W-What is it? Is it the couple?"

"Mhm, wanna give 'em a show, baby? Show them how good I can make you feel?"

You make a move to turn your head, but Jaemin cups your jaw before you can, bringing your face close to his. "Keep your eyes on me, do you understand? Want you to cum to the thought of me only."

He buries his face into your neck, muttering praises into your ear as he fucks you, filling the room with sounds of your gasps and the slapping of skin against skin. There's a newfound fervour in his thrusts, you notice, but you're not complaining.

"I'm cumming," you whimper, pussy clamping around Jaemin's length as you feel yourself start to approach your high.

"You love it when people watch you, don't you? Like it when they see you being a little cum slut for me?" Jaemin grunts, thrusts faltering when he pulls back to watch you. You're moaning drunkenly as you try to hold back your orgasm, jaws slack and eyes rolling back.

His gaze then falls onto your chest, and he finds himself awestruck by the way your breasts are bouncing every time he thrusts into you. He takes one bud between his fingers, pinching and tugging it forward, earning him a piercing cry from you, who's on the verge of falling over the edge.

The sight of your face—eyebrows furrowed and drool slipping past one corner of your lip—has his balls tightening. He's growling and panting into the open air, basking in the way your wet pussy feels wrapped around his throbbing cock. "You always feel so good, princess. Always so good for me."

"P-Please, can I cum? Can't hold it."

Jaemin doesn't get the chance to answer, because he's already emptying himself inside of you, abs flexing as he paints your walls with thick, white spurts of his cum. You force your eyes to stay open as you allow your orgasm to finally wash over you, wanting to watch your lover as you both reach your high together.

Your heart is drumming against your ribcage as the pleasure overwhelms you. Your skin feels ablaze as your orgasm sweeps through you, leaving you light-headed as you take in Jaemin's state. His cheeks are flushed as he throws his head back, skin slick with sweat and shoulders littered with crescent marks from your nails digging into them. He releases a hoarse groan that has you squeezing even tighter around him, milking his cock dry.

You sob when you feel Jaemin bury himself deeper into you, forcing some of his cum to leak out of you, trickling down past his balls and onto the floor. Your insides feel so full and warm as the both of you stay in each other's embrace.

Jaemin lets go of your thigh in favour of wrapping both his arms around you, panting as he leans his forehead against your shoulder. You try to stand by your own, but your legs feel so limp so you rely on Jaemin to keep you up.

"Shit... that was..."

You nod in agreement, still breathless from your intense orgasm. You stiffen against him when a certain thought enters your mind. "Are they... still watching?"

"I don't know. Want me to look?"

You push him away by his chest, frantically turning and closing the curtains to shield yourself from any onlookers. Jaemin snickers from behind you, wrapping his arms to pull your back into his chest. "Stop being so cute or I might just have to go another round."

"Oh my god, shut up! You just made me cum three times. Give me a break."

"I don't know, baby, maybe we should give that couple another show. What do you think?"

Jaemin laughs when you only reply with a huff. The room reeks of sweat and sex, but he can't bring himself to care when he has you in his arms like this with your face glowing crimson and neck littered with purple marks.

He feels so warm inside, and can't help but think that he wants to be able to do this with you for the rest of his life. It's too soon to do anything about it, you're both too young to take another step ahead, but Jaemin knows there's no one else he would rather grow old with.

"I'm so happy, Jaems. You make me so happy."

Jaemin swears his heart is about to burst out of his chest with giddiness. "I feel the same way, princess. I love you so much, don't ever forget."

You turn your head to look at him with a shy grin. "I love you too. Now let me go pee. Your cum is still dripping out of me."

Jaemin smiles as he reluctantly lets go of you, watching your naked figure saunter away to the bathroom. It only takes one glance at your perky ass, bouncing with every step you take, to have his cock hardening again, and he's chasing you into the bathroom to have another round in the shower.

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[sweetlemontart]

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Hello and welcome to my masterlist! You can call me Sweets or Keiko, I'm 21 years old ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎

All of my works contain sexually explicit content unless stated otherwise. If you are a minor, please do not interact <3

P.S. When you reblog something, you're essentially freezing the content as it is on that date, and any changes made afterward will not show up on the reblog, so I would suggest accessing my masterlist through the original post to ensure it is the most updated version :)

Last updated 12/01/2024 ૮ • ﻌ - ა

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I mainly write for NCT and SVT

My main pairing is member x fem!reader

My fics are intended for those who are 18+

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Jaemin

By The Window (10.1k)

↳ after witnessing a particularly erotic scene of a couple from the apartment across from yours, you find yourself unable to erase the thoughts of being taken the same way that woman did by your own boyfriend—against the window, bare for everyone on the street below to see.

What She Doesn't Know; Part 1 (5.5k)

↳ the memory of your mother fucking a strange man in the same bed she had been sharing with your father is still fresh in your mind. disappointed and angry, you'll do whatever it takes to make her feel the hurt she caused you and your father. what better way to do that than to toy around with her new boyfriend, the young and striking na jaemin.

What She Doesn’t Know; Part 2 (coming soon)

Jeno

Tell Me You Hate Me (9.3k)

↳ after more than a year of being acquainted with your brother's circle of friends, you've grown relatively close to all but one—lee jeno. your brother, mark, seems to be incapable of giving you a clear answer as to why jeno seems to despise you so much, but you want to know, and you're determined to find out. it's a snowy night, you're all gathered in a winter cabin, what better time than now to set out and find some answers?

Johnny

Pink Or Blue (10.1k)

↳ life couldn't be any more perfect. with johnny suh as your husband and the father of your daughter, you're perfectly content with your little family of three. your daughter, however, thinks there's something lacking still—a sibling. as a mother, you can't possibly refuse her request. you wonder, how does johnny feel about trying for another baby?

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Jeonghan

Call Me By His Name (8.6k)

↳ to you, one of jeonghan's most admirable trait is his candid nature. he's straightforward with most people—if he's angry, they'll definitely know. but with you? he'd rather swim the ocean day and night than take his anger out on you. well, that is, of course, unless you ask him to.

Seungcheol

Nocturnal (13k)

↳ tipsy from after-work drinks, seungcheol returns home on friday night to find you asleep. he tries not to look, but his wandering eyes keep drifting over to your slumbering figure, and he knows rest won’t come easy when you seem to be tempting him even in your sleep. seungcheol could resolve his little predicament all by himself, but shouldn’t you be the one to take responsibility for making him feel this way?

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[sweetlemontart]

Do you have masterlist dear?

Hi, I just answered the same question on my last ask so Imma just copy paste :D

I'm actually in the middle of making a masterlist right now, so it might be up later tonight or tomorrow, I'm not sure, but if you want to check out my works, you can go onto my page and search #sweetlemontart writes and all my works should appear (I only have like 4 fics posted right now, so don't expect too much lol)

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[sweetlemontart]

do you have a masterlist?

I'm actually in the middle of making one right now, so it might be up later tonight or tomorrow, I'm not sure, but if you want to check out my works, you can go onto my page and search #sweetlemontart writes and all my works should appear (I only have like 4 fics posted right now, so don't expect too much lol)

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