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Omg yesss I remember this one! I loved it then and I love it now!

SMUT WARNING // MDNI ⚠️ scientist!Chan (Chris) x test subject fem!reader

Scientist Christopher is doing experiments on making pussies come. He has a range of devices (vibrating devices) that he uses on his subject each night, and you’re his favourite subject.

Approx 5 minute read

Unhinged level 🤡🤡🤡

CW: master/sub type role, sex experiments, sex toys, praise, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, cream pie.

Every night he sets you up on the bed that’s situated in his office and gets you to spread really wide, sometimes putting your legs in stirrups. It always starts with a “hole inspection” before moving onto the “stimulation phase”.

Sometimes he uses a small and intense vibrating device on your clitoris, with no other stimulation, and he doesn’t take it away after you come.

Sometimes his goal is to make you come as fast as possible.

Other times he sees how long he can edge you, using a variety of devices. He watches intensely, taking notes on how the stimulation affects you. It usually reduces you to a whimpering, begging, mess.

And sometimes he wants to see how many orgasms he can get out of you. The record is eleven.

But tonight when you arrive he wants to try something completely different. Instead of having you lay on the bed, he gets you to sit on his desk, legs spread wide for him.

You notice he looks unusually disheveled and flustered tonight, as he lowers his chair so his face is at a better level to view your pussy.

“As usual let’s start by seeing how wet you are. Prop your feet up on the desk.” He taps the top of the desk. You comply. You’re so exposed, as usual. And you’re wet, as usual.

“Fuck!” Chris whispers as he spreads your pussy lips apart and runs the pad of his thumb against your opening and dragging it up to your clit.

You moan and lean back on your elbows. “Fuck, Sir… feels good.” You whimper.

Chris looks up and meets your gaze and you can’t help but beg with your eyes for him to make you come.

“You know,” he says quietly and licks his lips as his eyes go back to your dripping pussy. “There’s still something we need to check that we haven’t checked before. Do you know what that could be?”

“N-no… I don’t, Sir.” You stammer.

Chris slides two fingers inside your cunt and starts to dig against your gspot. You cry out at the sensation. It immediately brings you so close to climaxing.

“We need to see if this pussy can take cock.” He said matter of factly, removing his fingers and leaving you feeling empty. Empty and fucking desperate.

“I need to see if it can be done? Can we try?” He asks. He always asks when introducing a new stimulus.

You nod profusely. “Yes sir… please… see if it can take cock.”

Chris stands up in front of you and unbuckles his belt. You have never seen his dick, but you’ve seen the bulge in his trousers countless times before when he’s worked his experiments on you.

Your eyes widen when you see it. Thick. Long. Full. Veiny. How the fuck was it ever going to fit?

“We need to go slowly to ensure you stretch properly. Just relax for me. Can you do that for me?” He says gently stroking your inner thigh with one hand and the other pumping his cock.

“Mmm-hmm. I’ll try..” You say.

“Good girl.” He replies lining the head of his cock up to your cunt. He doesn’t penetrate you. He knows how your body responds to sexual touch. He knows it won’t take long to prep you enough for penetration. The question is, can you take all of him?

Chris reaches into the top drawer of his desk and brings out his strongest bullet vibrating device and places it over your clit. It only takes a moment for your body to respond. You are already starting your tremble. Your arousal is leaking onto the desk.

Chan hums in approval as your pussy clenches and releases as though it’s trying to suck him inside.

“I-I’m going to push inside… ready?” The usually composed Chris was showing signs of desperation. He’s imagined what it would feel like to have you wrapped around his cock for a long time now. How would feel? Warm? Wet? How tight would you squeeze him? What would your pretty little hole look like with his cum oozing out of it.

“Please…” you squeak, bringing Chris out of his thoughts. He won’t have to wonder any longer.

He squeezes the head of his cock into you. Just the tip, and pauses. The stretch is intense already.

“More… please… need more.” You cry. Chris raises an eyebrow “So this is what babygirl needs, hmmm. To be filled with cock.” He puts the vibrator on the desk, then pushes the underside of your thighs wide with his hands to give him as much access as possible. “I need to see if you can take the rest in one go. I’m going to push in the whole way.” His eyes flick up to meet yours for consent.

“Yes. Fill me up, Sir.” You have no hesitation. You need him.

“Okay. Relax for me.” And he pushes his entire length into your cunt. “There you go. There you go…big stretch…that’s it…good girl.”

It’s the best pleasure-pain you’ve ever felt. Chris’s cock stretching your walls and kissing your cervix is nothing like you’d imagined. He is so deep inside you. His hips pressing against your body. Connected so intimately.

For a moment Chris remains still. “Very good… Your pussy can accommodate cock rather well.” He states looking down to where your bodies are connected. “Now we need to check how hard your pussy can take it.”

Fuck! Just that sentence alone makes your insides burn and you involuntarily clench around Chris’s cock. He smirks, taking a mental note of your reaction. He knows you like dirty talk from previous experiments, but he wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it with him buried inside of you.

“Ready for me to move?” He inquires. He’s using all his self control to wait until you’re ready. You sit up, taking Chris by surprise, and reach up to the buttons on his shirt. Your faces are so close that you can feel his breath on your cheek. He looks down to watch your hands unbutton his shirt and pull it off his shoulders, tossing it to the floor. You gasp at the sight of his body and explore his toned muscles with your fingertips. Chris is as still as a statue and hard as stone inside you.

You slowly lift your gaze to find he is staring at your lips. Your hands find the back of his neck and you bravely bring your mouth to his. Chris moans at the softness of your lips. You slowly push your tongue into his mouth. It’s your turn to explore him. He knows your body so well, but this - kissing, fucking - it’s new to you both.

Chris kisses you back fervently and pushes you to lay down on the desk, him still attached to your mouth and your cunt. He starts to move inside of you. Slowly withdrawing and sinking back in. Slow and deep. His hands slide underneath your t-shirt finding your bare beast and he groans as he squeezes it. His mouth kisses every inch of skin on your neck. It’s like the floodgates have opened and he can finally show you how he feels. That you’re his favourite test subject.

Your moans and whimpers echo around the room. You’re desperate for Chris to ruin you.

“Y-you need to f-find out how h-hard I can t-take it.” You manage between heavy breaths.

Chris stops kissing you and leans up to take a good look at you. “You’re right.” He stands up and pulls you closer to the edge of the desk. “Let’s see how hard you can take it.”

You aren’t prepared for the intensity - the brutality - of his thrusts. Each one knocking the breath out of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, babydoll. So wet too. You should see the cream on my cock.” He grunts.

All you can do is cry, pant and moan as you have your brains fucked out. His thrusts push you across the desk.

“No baby, you’re not going anywhere.” He growls grabbing your legs and pulling you back towards him. Bending your legs to fold you practically in half, Chris continues to pound against your cervix. He brings a hand to your stomach and presses down to apply more pressure around his cock. This in turn allows his cock to press against your gspot.

“F-fuck!” You arch your back off the desk. “I’m so s-so close.”

“Hold your legs up for me pretty girl.” Chris instructs. Then you feel vibrations on your clit. The vibrator. Your eyes roll onto the back of your head as your legs shake and your cunt pulsates. “I’m fucking coming!” You scream, and as your orgasm hits you squirt all over the vibrator, Chris’s hand and his cock.

Chris doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down. He doesn’t remove the vibrator. He just fucks you even harder. The overstimulation brings tears to your eyes, but the impact of Chris’s thrusts dull the discomfort, and after another moment you find yourself coming again, making you cry out even louder than before.

Chris grunts and growls and then finally stills. Then you feel it, his cock pulsating inside of you as he paints your insides with his hot cum.

He pulls out while you’re still catching your breath, and crouches down so he can watch his cum seep out of your swollen pussy. He hisses through his teeth. “So fucking hot.” Then with two fingers, he pushes his cum back inside your cunt.

“You need to keep this inside of you okay. Let’s not let it leak out too much or I’ll have you keep filling you up.”

You sit up, making the cum ooze out again.

“You did that on purpose.” Chris’s tone is unamused, but there is a smirk on his face.

“Whoops. You’re going to have to repeat the experiment, fill me up again.” You taunt playfully.

“Hmm. I think you’re ready for us to move on to the next phase of the experiment.” He said, ignoring your brattiness. “Next time we will see how your pussy takes it in various positions. Then after that perhaps seeing if it can take two cocks at once. I have a fellow scientist who I think will be perfect for the job.”

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This is a slight rework of an older story I wrote. It may be familiar to some.

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AADNDNAJAJFNFN HOT!!

Hellaurr

I had a very interesting dream plz I'm desperate for Minho to facefuck me so so so so rough plz I'm literally foaming in the mouth for his cum (desperate ass call for desperate measures 🤣🤣🤣)

(with lots of degrading plz)

Hehe if ur comfortable could you make it a male!reader? If not it's fine hehe just make it gn or fem, heheheheheheh tysm 🎉✨💅

I was so excited when this ask hit my inbox. Thank you @chuuchuu1224 for sending me my first ever request for a male!reader 😘

I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, and it was so fucking hot in my head, but now I’m about to post it I’m a little nervous. As much as I love writing from a guys perspective (usually skz member’s perspective with fem!reader), I’m not a guy. So I’m never going to truly know the experience. I hope I did ok 🫣

To my female readers: I really hope you give this a read because I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it if you generally enjoy my work. Minho face fucking is a need.

Lastly, degradation is a challenge for me (I’m a praise baby, but I love reading degradation). I’m sorry if it’s not degrading enough 😬.

CW basically everything in the ask 👆

‼️⚠️As always MDNI⚠️‼️

You watched Minho perform every single week at the local theatre. Saying he was your favourite dancer was an understatement. You were well and truly obsessed with him. Your eyes would be glued on his incredible physique from start to finish, not even noticing the other performers.

Minho was everything. Strong and controlled. Fluid and graceful. He had an expression of disdain one minute, a cute flirty glimmer in his eyes the next. And the way he rolled his hips whilst looking down at himself? Well, that always got you leaking, right there in the theatre.

Every week, you'd grow hard in your pants while sitting in the audience, hoping the person who sat next to you didn't see the boner your were sporting.

You'd think about him all the way home, and more often than not, you had to fuck into your hand before you even made it into the house. You always made sure to keep a packet of tissues in the glovebox of your car.

Tonight, Minho's performance had you hornier than usual, and you made an executive decision to go find the bathrooms to alleviate your situation, before anyone had a chance to see the state you were in.

"Y/n? That is your name, right?" A voice stopped you just as you were about to walk into the bathroom. Startled, and a little panicked, you turned to the person speaking to you.

Minho. Fuck. Your hands quickly tried to hide the bulge in your pants.

Minho's eyes followed your hands to your crotch. "hmph." he grunted and raised an eyebrow.

"Y-yes...that's me." you smiled sheepishly whilst dying inside.

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"I've seen you here before, y/n." Minho said as he stripped the last of your clothes off your body. "Many times, in fact."

You were laying completely naked on a huge couch in a back room of the theatre. You gripped your cock as you watched Minho casually undress himself, tossing the garments to the floor. "Do you come to watch me?" he turned and smirked at you, before his eyes dropped to where you held yourself. “Tsk tsk. I didn’t say you could touch yourself now did I?”

You immediately released your cock, letting it lay against your lower abs, and swallowed hard in anticipation. What was Minho going to do to you?

“I see your pretty little face in the audience. Every. Single. Week.” He sauntered towards you and ran his hand up your leg, then your torso, causing you to tremble. “Watching me with that slutty mouth hung open.” He cupped your chin. “And you know what I wonder to myself every time I see you?”

Your eyes grew wide as they stared up at the man you’d admired from afar for so long.

“What that mouth would look like choking on my cock?”

You groaned and closed your eyes, your dick hardening even more.

“Hmm.” Minho stroked your cheek. “You like the idea of my cock rammed down your throat.” He forced your mouth open, shoving two fingers inside. You moaned again and sucked on his fingers, showing him what a good, obedient boy you could be.

He pulled his fingers out abruptly, dragging your saliva all over your chin.

Minho moved to grab your legs and pulled you further down the length of the couch, then climbed over you to straddle your chest. His magnificent dancer’s thighs pressed down on your chest, and his delicious, mouthwatering cock, was mere inches from your face.

“Beg me for it.” He said coldly, gripping his cock with one hand and a fistful of your hair in the other.

Your eyes started to water at the desperation you felt. You wanted him so bad you’d do anything to have him just use you. Use you for his pleasure and discard you when he was done. You’d thank him for it.

“Pl-please… Minho… need…your cock. Need your cum.” You whined.

Minho rubbed the head of his cock along your lower lip, swiping precum on it like it was lip gloss. You started to wriggle, you needed him to put it inside you now!

“Use me… please…I wanna be your cockslut.” You sobbed. Minho kept rubbing the tip of his cock along the edge of your mouth.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you good? Destroy your throat, hmm?”

You nodded desperately.

“Okay. If you think you can take it. Open.” He demanded, and you complied instantly. “No touching yourself or me.”

He pushed his cock deep into your mouth and hissed as it passed over your tongue.

“That’s it.. take it down…Such a fucking slut. Yes. Open wider.” He pulled out halfway and thrust his hips to push himself in further.

You couldn’t breathe. He filled your mouth so good. He tasted like soap and sweat. His skin so velvety and smooth, and the way the veins felt along you tongue did things to your insides.

Minho fucked into your mouth furiously, hitting the back of your throat every single time. Your eyes watered and you hoped with everything you had that you didn’t gag.

“You’re taking this a little too well.” Grunted Minho. With the hand that was gripping your hair, he pushed the back of your head into the couch, and angled his hips to push his cock in until your lips were wrapped around the base. The tip squeezed past your throat, making you gag with a gurgling sound, and your face turn red.

“Finally choking on it properly now.” He slapped your cheek, and fucking you harder still.

You were pinned under his strong legs, unable to escape - not that you wanted to. Your legs started moving about, and your hips began to jutt against thin air. You wanted some friction, but your poor cock had to just lay there, swollen and neglected.

Your hand came up to rest on Minho’s thighs. That was a big mistake.

Minho paused, still lodged deep in your mouth. “What did I say, slut? Take your filthy hands off me.” He said through gritted teeth.

You whimpered around his cock as you removed your hands.

Minho sighed and looked up to the ceiling, before looking back down at your fucked out face. “What am I going to do with you?” He asked himself.

He pulled out of your mouth and climbed off you. Your eyes widened. “No… please! Minho… I can be good… I wanna be good… please… need you..”

Minho simply ignored you and moved around behind your head to drag you so your head was hanging off the edge of the couch arm. Then he disappeared momentarily, returning with a soft belt from a bath robe.

“Little boys that misbehave must be punished. Don’t you think?” He said tying your hands together, then moving back to wear your head hung.

“Open wide little cockslut.” He said in the most condescending tone you’d ever heard. Of course you obliged, opening as wide as you could.

You knew he wasn’t going to be gentle. His cock pushed past your tongue and deep into your throat, until he was all the way in. The more you struggled and the more you gagged, the harder his cock became, and the further down your throat he forced himself.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted to choke on it.” He growled as your lips pressed against his pelvis. “I’m gonna be real nice and give you exactly what you want. I’m gonna make you fuckin’ choke.” His hand came to your throat and pressed around where his cock was stretching you open.

“Fuck…so tight…shit…fuck.” He hissed, slamming himself into you brutally.

You had no choice but to gladly take it.

“So fucking pathetic, with your leaking cock. Bet you’re gonna cum untouched… so desperate… so fucking pathetic.”

You whimpered, moaned, thrashed around as Minho held your head in place with his cock and his hands. “That’s it. Take it like the desperate little cockslut you are.”

Your neglected cock was well and truly leaking, tears were streaming from your eyes, and your mouth was dribbling messily. Yet you needed more.

You needed Minho’s cum. You wanted him to completely fucking ruin you. Just the thought of tasting his cum had you on the edge of your own orgasm, and your demise came when you opened your eyes to get the perfect view of Minho’s ass. Your cries were muffled as the coil inside you snapped and you felt ropes of your own cum land on your stomach as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami.

“So pathetic.” Grunted Minho when he saw you make a mess on yourself, then he was filling you up. “Drink it up… That’s it… Like a good little cockslut.” He panted as spurts of cum hit the back of your throat, then he pulled out to paint your face with the reminder of his seed.

“Fuck!” He growled throwing his head back as he allowed himself to calm down.

You tried to catch your breath whilst trying to desperately lick as much cum from around your face as possible. You didn’t want to waste a drop.

Minho began to redress, raking his eyes over you as he pulled his sweats up. You thought he was going to just leave you there, naked and used. If you were honest with yourself you were thrilled with that thought.

Unexpectedly, Minho knelt beside you with a towel, wiping you up and untying you.

Then he did something more unexpected.

He took you in a deep kiss.

…..

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Oh, I am so stoked for this series 🫠🫠🫠

Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion | EP. 1 PAPILIO ULYSSES

— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —

“I know we don’t like each other,” you’ve made that very clear, Y/N, “but I will always make sure you’re safe, yeah?”

[ abstract ]: After a rough break up during semester break, you’re put in a class with none other than your longtime academic rival Han Jisung once university starts again. Things don’t get any easier considering he’s your older brother’s best friend and destiny decides to assign you two to a partner project. Luckily, you can distract yourself a little by chatting with the mysterious guy you met online a couple of months ago, getting closer both emotionally and physically with him, absolutely unaware he might be nearer than you would expect…

[ general ]: jisung + fem reader, gamer + stoner jisung, gamer reader, academic rivals/enemies → lovers, brother’s best friend, minho is reader’s slightly older brother, college au, smut + angst + fluff, accidental online dating, inexperienced jisung + inexperienced reader [ real life ] vs simp jisung + brat reader [ online ] so they act a lot differently while chatting, please refer to series m.list for more info

[ warning ]: explicit sexual scenes [includes sexting and video sexting, masturbation (m + f), reader gets called doll, praise kink, mention of choking ], consumption of alcohol and being drunk, mention of break up, cheating and slut shaming (?)

[ words ]: 7.3K

[ note ]: I'm so sorry for the long wait but the first part of my new series is finally here. In case you liked it make sure to leave a comment, reblog or slide into my asks or DMs. I always appreciate any kind of kind interaction and feedback. Also, make sure to read The Experience Project, my other series that is part of the same universe!! Lots of love, Cece 🩷

— Two months ago —

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: gg

You stare at the message. Why is the person you just beat in the last round texting you privately instead of using the group chat?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: uhm wrong chat?

You have never talked to them before let alone engaged outside of the huge server you’re on, so it confuses you. It’s nothing out of the ordinary but it still surprises you.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: we’re on the same gaming server and you just won the game again, so gg

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: why are you texting privately to tell me good game?

Seeing the person typing, you wait for an answer before the notification sound echoes through your bedroom.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: no, not gg as in good game, gg as in good girl ;)

Oh, God. You should have seen it coming. Well, it’s better than the usual insults you get on a daily basis for the lame fact of being a woman and men’s ego—or dick size—being so small they can’t handle a female gamer’s existence.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: what if I was a 50 year old dude

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i don’t discriminate by gender or age

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: are you tho

You chuckle. For the first time in several hours. You don’t have a reason today after all. Seojun—your now ex boyfriend—broke up with you out of the blue, not really giving you any good explanations except for it’s not you it’s me or we don’t match as well as I thought.

Since you don’t want to annoy your best friend Hannah who is currently working on her thesis, you decided to drown your sorrows in freshly baked cheesecake, sugary lemonades and a couple of rounds of your current favourite video game.

You feel pathetic but you allow yourself to be that way for some time. It’s better to let feelings out and deal with them before they can turn into a bigger mess or else you end up like your older brother—a wannabe tsundere who starts crying at any slightly emotional scene during a movie marathon.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: No, I’m a woman. That just beat you in a game three times in a row.

You decide to tease that mysterious guy. After all, there’s nothing to lose and you can use a little distraction.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: yeah this is why I decided to text you

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: kinda hot ngl

Perhaps you’re in fact a little pathetic, considering the fact this comment just made you feel flustered.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Thank you? You’re actually the first guy to say that. Usually, I get insulted on here for being a girl. 🥰

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: sorry about that, some men are just insecure I guess 🤷🏻‍♂️ sometimes I am embarrassed about my own species

Okay. So the person is a man.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: how old are you btw?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: if it’s okay i’m asking ofc

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i’m 22 and you?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: 23 :)

You just decide to trust him here. Sure, there are lots of creeps out there but this guy seems to be rather decent.

Noticing something else—regarding his username—you keep the conversation going.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: What’s your name about?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: J.Zero-N-E? Is that some hint at 2NE1?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: j.One. it’s the letter O.

Huh? You catch a closer glimpse of the name on your screen, shining in bright letters on the dark background. This is definitely not an O.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: But you used the number zero.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: perhaps I’m saving that letter O

The hell is he talking about?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: For what?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: it’s what your mouth will be shaped into when I make you come on my dick, baby

What a fool you are for thinking this man wasn’t like all the others.

It’s funny though. Or your humour is just broken at this point.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: 😂😂😂

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Oh, pretty boy please. Don’t think you have a chance here. Has this ever worked on someone?

He types. Then he stops. He types again and sends his message.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: okay, tbh J.One with an O was already taken. but I’m not. i’m single and ready whenever you are.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Why are you such a simp? Jesus Christ…

For a long time in your life you thought that there’s nothing less attractive than a man that runs after a woman, doing everything to gain her attention while making a fool out of himself.

Until Seojun said something so devastating to you earlier that you realised there’s a worse type in men when it comes to flirting.

Those who make you feel small for your interests and desires. You can instantly sense yourself spiralling again, thinking back to how he told you that you’re too weird and too openly minded all the time, admitting he realised he prefers women who are reserved and perhaps even virgins.

The craziest thing of all this is that you’re inexperienced too. Your body count hasn’t managed to get past the number one but Seojun made it seem as if you were the opposite. He was the one to take your virginity, which just makes this even more fucked up.

But you decide to focus on the conversation with the somewhat funny stranger instead.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: tsk what

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m not a simp wdym

Says the simp. He’s entertaining, that j.0ne guy. You should just see where this goes and make the best out of your evening by chatting with this mysterious gamer.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you are

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: and a pretty bad one lmao

You notice something else now. He’s got a cute little emoji attached to his odd username and you soon realise it’s an animal too, just like your butterfly one.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: why the squirrel tho?

You see him typing while you take a sip from your lemonade and grab a handful of the crisps that you put in a bowl some time ago, soon realising it’s almost empty again.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: I’m fast ;)

A laughter bursts out of you and you almost swish the crisps bowl down the table.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: sexually speaking this isn’t a good thing…

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: oh god this is not what I meant

You can imagine what he looks like right now—face as red as a tomato while the colour reaches up to his ears. Although you have no idea what he looks like in general. Not that it would matter, though.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you’re calling me god already? 😌

You’ve missed this version of you. The teasing, flirty one that only ever comes out when you feel comfortable around a person. With Seojun it was like this in the beginning too, until he became weirder and weirder with every approach you made towards him.

You’ve been pushing those thoughts aside but thinking back—what if there was another reason for both the breakup and his change in behaviour? You don’t want to believe it, but the bubbling pain inside your stomach tells you there might be a slight chance that he has met someone else. Perhaps even dating another person while still being with you.

Nausea takes over your body. You take another sip from the lemonade and from your water bottle that’s on top of your desk as well, before your eyes shift towards the screen again.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: don’t get flustered, doll. you haven’t told me your name after all.

Doll. You hate to admit but you kinda like that he calls you by a pet name instead. This makes this whole situation even more forbidden. Although nothing about this is forbidden at all. You’re single, you don’t have any history with that stranger, so why the ongoing thoughts?

Still, you decide to lead him on some more, rile him up. He for sure doesn’t deserve to know your actual name just now and besides that, you’re always careful with what information you hand out to literal strangers online.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you’ve gotta earn that. I don’t give such private information out to anyone :)

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: oh? you want me to beg for it?

You gulp. You’ve always thought you’re more on the submissive side. Well, there was a situation when you asked your now ex boyfriend if you could try switching roles and he looked at you as if your words just made his fragile masculinity crack like a raw egg.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I’m not surprised at all you’re offering that

That j.0ne guy does give off vibes that fit some submissive agenda. You can tell just by this little interaction with him.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m not. i usually prefer to be the dominant part, you know.

You laugh out loud. Yet again. Wow, you really didn’t expect some random dude online to distract you from that horrific breakup you went through just half a day ago. You could get used to this.

Okay, calm down. Perhaps anything could put a smile on your face after all this shit.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I don’t believe you lmao

Because you don’t. Not if this man has been nothing but the textbook definition of a simp so far. Not that you complain, though. It’s nice to have someone to give you all their attention despite how selfish it sounds. You allow yourself to be this way for tonight and j.0ne seems to be willing to grant you exactly this.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: want me to prove it to you?

A smirk forms on your lips.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: isn’t this the most subby thing to say

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i-

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you’ll see, doll

The use of the name lets adrenaline rush through your veins.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: looking forward to it 🤭

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: well, and until then I’ll just keep calling you doll 😏

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: and show you what I actually mean with being fast

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: fast to make you come

Your ex never called you any pet names—neither when on dates with you nor in bed. If any, he made you feel bad for the kinks you were wanting to explore, always making you feel weird or different about your desires. Almost ashamed, if you’re honest. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of it. How he made you feel humiliated—not in the good way as you suggested to him, rather mentally and not sexually speaking at all.

You’ve been wondering if something is wrong with you and you’re aware that this guy you’ve been chatting with for—a quick glimpse at the time—half an hour can’t answer that question for you either. But you first wanna start with finding yourself again and trying to figure out what it is that you want in your life. Generally speaking but also from a potential future partner that hopefully isn’t anything like Seojun.

It would be ridiculous to say that you think of j.0ne that way. You literally met thirty minutes ago, he could be lying about his whole identity and live on Pluto for what you know. So, you decide to slow it down, always with the idea lingering in the back of your mind that you want to keep this conversation going for just a little longer.

Despite the fact that this little use of pet names and teasing does in fact turn you on. God, Y/N, you’re touch deprived as it seems. Not surprising at all after these past weeks with your ex.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: what happened to getting to know each other first?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: why not both?

— Today —

You feel as if someone injected bleach straight into your veins. Perhaps, this would hurt even less than the scene that your eyes are currently witnessing.

His arm is snug around her shoulder, pulling the beautiful girl towards him as if they’ve done this a thousand times before. It seems as if this gesture is familiar, common to them.

You should have known. Well, deep down you did know. Especially since Hannah has been telling you nothing but these exact suspicions for the past two months. Then why is the pain so humiliating if you’ve already grasped it?

Seojun didn’t just break up with you because you didn’t match. He ended things because, apparently, he’s already had another girlfriend. Sure, you can’t prove that he cheated on you and you feel your insides turn out at the sheer thought of it but it hurts nonetheless.

Kim Nabi. Yes, her name means nothing else than butterfly. Your favourite animals. And it seems as if you weren’t good enough for Seojun. But how are you supposed to compete with a girl that looks like a literal fairy and is an A+ medical student?

Meanwhile you’re here, barely passing your classes and cursing yourself for majoring in music production. It’s lots of fun, sure, but you could have done something that’s less exhausting and time consuming for sure.

But Y/L/N Y/N never takes the easy path. And you know you’re gonna be okay. Regarding your studies. Regarding Seojun. Regarding anything else.

“Watch where you’re going,” you hear a familiar male voice spit out, right after the source of the noise bumps his shoulder right into yours, fully on purpose.

You roll your eyes and scoff, “Good morning to you too, Han.”

Calling your brother’s friend by anything but his family name is weird. It’s not as if you’re trying to be extraordinarily formal with him but he should know that you’re nothing close at all besides the fact that he’s been besties with Minho since you all were in kindergarten.

Han Jisung has many faces and personalities of which all of them manage to annoy you on a daily basis. When you were children, he used to either steal your plushies and hide them or tug your hair just for the fun of it. Once you were older, entering your teenage years, he started becoming both a bit distant but also began his manipulative strategies that included scaring off any male individual that came too close to you. Whenever you called him out on it, he babbled something along the lines that your older brother told him to do that. Since Minho isn’t that fascinated about you—his younger and oh so innocent sister—having a boyfriend either, he played along.

So, now you find yourself here, in your third year of college, severely confused and fed up about the fact that the only guy you’ve ever been in a relationship with and went beyond kissing is Seojun. Yikes. Perhaps, if Minho and Jisung had allowed you to have some dumb and even hurtful experience a few years ago you would be a bit better at categorising which men to date and which to stay away from. And you for sure wouldn’t spend all your nights chatting and sexting with a stranger on Discord for the past two months.

“Is he bothering you again?”

Your best friend has been standing next to you for God knows how many minutes but you didn’t notice her.

“What’s new?” you say, rolling your eyes.

Hannah pulls you into a quick but thoughtful hug, “How’re you, dear?”

“Just… I just saw Seojun holding hands with Nabi,” you blurt out, knowing that you won’t be able to hide any emotions or secrets from your best friend. Except for a single one. A very particular one that includes a certain guy you met online and whom you haven’t told anyone in your close circle about.

“What a fucking asshole, I swear if I see him–“

“No violence, Hannah,” you interrupt her.

She gasps. “Who are you and what did you do to my best friend?”

“Funny. Shall we get to class?”

“Sure,” she giggles before she reaches for your hand and intertwines it with yours, pulling you towards the lecture hall.

Once you’re there, you place your bag down and tell your best friend that you need a minute in the bathroom. It could have been an illusion—you wouldn’t be surprised—but you think you received a message from the one and only j.0ne on Discord and for sure you have to see what he’s up to. Since he’s a college student too, school is starting for him today as well and you’ve been thinking about a naughty little gesture that should motivate him to get him through the day. After all, you’re very thankful for what he’s given you these past weeks—endless talks about anything bothering you in life but also hot pics and videos that made it kind of hard for you to not slip your fingers past your pyjama shorts whenever you’ve been having trouble falling asleep at night.

You disappear inside one of the stalls and reach for your phone. You were right. He texted you and it takes every strength inside you to not start giggling in a public place.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: have a good first day of uni, doll 🩵

Conversations with him have been kind of versatile. User j.0ne has many faces and personalities of which all of them manage to excite you on a daily basis. Sometimes the two of you are teasing each other with no end, then you get back to philosophising about life. He’s helped you a lot regarding getting over your ex these past weeks and you wouldn’t want to miss it.

That’s why you’ve prepared something for him. You open your phone gallery and choose the media in question, before you hit ‘send’.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [ attached image ]

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you too 😘

It doesn’t take him less than half a minute to bombard you with text messages.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: doll

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: fuck me

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: I’m in the middle of a lecture are you fucking kidding me

Goal achieved.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you’re welcome ;)

You wait for him to reply again and what follows is everything you ever needed from your number one SIMP. It’s not as if you have anything going on with anyone else, but receiving attention from j.0ne keeps you excited, no questions.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i indeed am 🥵

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you’re literally unreal 😫

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: a gift sent from heaven

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: supernatural almost

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: should start calling you an angel instead 😇

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: or a witch regarding the fact I’m trying hard (pun intended) to hide my boner in class 🫣

A smirk is plastered all over your face and you wished you could see him right now, sitting in a lecture, cheeks and ears flushed red, his cock definitely hard as rock being neglected inside his pants and there’s nothing he can do. Because you’re not there and you won’t be. Besides the fact that you both realise that you live in the same city, you haven’t agreed on meeting—yet. Which makes this even more fun to tease him.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: that red lingerie suits you best

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: everything suits you best tbh with those pretty tits 🤤

The boost this gives for your ego—especially after seeing Seojun and Nabi—is out of this world. However, you shouldn’t miss your own lecture either, so you wrap this up and decide to come back to him later.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: pay attention to the class, j.0ne 🙂

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: text you later!! ❤️

When you get back to the lecture hall, Hannah is already waiting for you, her gaze fixated on a certain someone.

“What the fuck is this idiot doing here?” she asks, pointing at Chan in the distance who is just about to approach you two.

“Your brother?”

“Yeah, or do you see someone else who qualifies for that position?”

“Since Minho isn’t here, no,” you reply.

“We will forever suffer as the younger sisters, hm?”

You probably will. Perhaps, this is one of the reasons Hannah and you get along so well since you both know the struggles too damn much.

“Hey, Hannah,” Chan says, getting closer, “hey, Y/N, how’re you?”

“Fine, fine,” you answer, meaning it. While Hannah—for obvious reasons—doesn’t get along with her older brother that well, Chan and you have been becoming friends throughout the last year since he is helping you a lot with uni because he majored in the same field as you. You’re glad to have him in your life, it’s almost as if he is your older brother too. Not in a way that Minho is, for sure, because you talk about topics with Chan that your actual brother isn’t aware of—for instance the Seojun drama.

“You’re still up for studying tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure! I didn’t forget in case you’re implying that,” you say with a wink.

Chan places the palm of his hand on his chest, “I would never. Also, just to clear things—I’m here because I work as a tutor with the class that you guys have to take for this lecture and that’s why I listen to the lecture as well.”

Hannah’s older brother has already graduated college, now working as a tutor while partaking in his PhD programme. You look up to him, without a doubt. You barely know anyone who is as hardworking and talented as him and you can always learn a lot from Chan. He says a quick goodbye to you, before he approaches the professor that has now reached the lecture hall and starts discussing something with him.

“So,” Hannah starts, once her brother is out of sight, “you’re up for drinks tonight? The other girls are there, too.”

You’re not sure. On one hand, you love nothing more than a girl’s night. On the other hand, it still feels so fresh to go outside and live life again after the breakup. But perhaps that’s what you need to do to finally get over your ex.

“Count me in.”

“It’s so fucking loud in here, I can barely hear the shit you’re saying,” you scream into Yuna’s ear and she nods. Your choice of words isn’t the prettiest but all the alcohol in your system does your thinking tonight. After all, you saw Seojun and Nabi again, which resulted in your friend group and you changing clubs and heading to this crowded place instead. It's loud, your boots are sticking to the floor and you’ve been dangerously close—three times—to getting someone’s beverages downed all over your black dress.

“Sure, I’ll get another drink for you, darling!” Yuna yells before she leaves you standing there.

Yeah. She obviously did not understand anything you said but you’re not here to complain. You’re already a few too many drinks into the night. Another one won’t do any much more harm, right?

You decide to take a step away from the crowd, walking towards the entrance of the club to go outside for a bit and catch some air. In order for Hannah and Yuna to not worry about you, you text a quick message to the three friends group chat with a weird name. Yunjin, Lily and Minjeong already left half an hour ago, being the responsible part of the group while your best friend, your roommate and you decided to stay here a little longer.

Once you’ve made it outside, you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. It’s nice to calm down for a bit. The situation with your ex let the common anxiety bubble up in your stomach and head but the amount of alcohol managed to push it away for some time. Until you’re sober again tomorrow.

“Y/N.”

You open your eyes again just to roll them in annoyance when you see him. Of course, he had to be here too. Perhaps, your brother isn’t straying that far from him either. It sometimes really feels as if he’s following you and trying to keep an eye on what you’re doing. Chan and his friends aren’t like that. You envy Hannah for that.

“Han,” you say in a monotone voice.

He scoffs, his arms crossed in front of his chest and you can see—thanks to the tank top he’s wearing—that he’s been hitting the gym more often with Minho again. “Still calling me by my family's name after all these years?”

“Well, I wasn’t aware we’re friends,” you shrug your shoulders and look away in the distance.

Jisung chuckles and takes a few steps towards you, until you’re almost caged between the brick wall behind you and his body. You gulp, watching the reflection of the moonlight inside his eyes. Or perhaps it’s just a streetlight. What the hell do you know when you’re in a state like this?

“We’re not? That’s devastating to know,” he bluffs, giving you a pout. Jisung loves the makeup you’re wearing tonight. He always adores all the creative things you do with your face—from the black thick eyeliner wings to the glitter that often decorate your face, but it’s the bright red lipstick that’s threatening to hypnotise him tonight. Fuck, what he’d do to kiss those pretty lips of yours, just to shut you up for once whenever you talk back to him.

Jisung and your history goes far back, almost as old as his friendship with your brother. Despite all the teasing stuff and pranks he’s pulled, your brother’s best friend and you have always been in some rival dynamic. Similar hobbies when growing up and now majoring in the same field made you stay together, soon becoming something other people call enemies. You’re constantly competing with one another and you’re sure most of your motivation in college comes solely from your desire to be better than him in everything.

However, during the past years there has been blooming another aspect between you that’s a bit different. Sexual tension. Although none of you two would ever admit that. Not even while being as drunk as you are right now.

You roll your eyes again. “What d’you want, hm?”

His demeanour suddenly shifts, and does a full turn. Jisung blinks a few times and takes a closer look at your face.

“Fuck, how many drinks did you have?”

“Uhm, three?” You question, while holding up four fingers and squinting one of your eyes.

“God. Drink this here,” he hands you his glass.

“What’s it? Vodka?”

You just take a sip without waiting for an answer, realising his choice of beverage tastes pretty bland.

“Close. Water. I’ll go find Yuna and Hannah,” he says while tilting his head towards the entrance of the club.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom in the meantime,” you announce, before a hick up follows.

“Okay, then wait there, yeah?”

“Okay, Ji,” you say, nodding.

He gulps, before he reaches for your hand and brings the two of you inside the building again.

Once you’re in the bathroom and inside a stall, you grab out your phone and send a message to the man who’s been occupying your mind for some weeks now.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: heyyy you’re up?

You immediately get a few messages back.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: sorry I’ll be right back doll

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m out with friends and one of them needs my help

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: doesn’t know how to handle drinks and all

J.0ne could really be the man of your dreams. Or that’s just the alcohol talking. You wonder what he would be like if he took care of you that way. You’re sure you’d instantly feel safe in his presence. You’re sure he’d make you feel comfortable. You’re sure he’d protect you from all the evil in this world.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you’re such a sweetie sometimes j.0ne

You can feel heat rising to your cheeks, thinking about him.

Until he sends two more texts and the being flustered gets turned into pure jealousy.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m literally doing the bare minimum

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: she’s had too much and i’m looking for her friends

Hm. So he’s got someone in real life to take care of the way he should be protecting you, huh?

Your toxic thoughts get interrupted, when Yuna and Hannah find you—also severely drunk—ready to take you home. Catching a last glimpse of Jisung—not expecting him to be the one to get help for you of all people—you wave goodbye to him and leave the venue.

Once you reach your shared apartment, Yuna and you take off your makeup and head to each of your bedrooms. When you plug your phone into the charger, you realise you received a message some time ago, probably when you were still at the club.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m back doll

Perhaps it’s the fact you’re still drunk and over emotional from today, but you’re in the mood to start a fight. And user j.0ne is your victim.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: why you textin me when you have a gf

You know this is unreasonable of you but you want to know how he reacts, as fucked up as it sounds.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: gf?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i don’t have a gf?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: why do you say this?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: The friend you’re takin caer of

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Is she nt your gf

You feel ashamed. But you’ll apologise in the morning.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: doll…

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: 1) she’s just a friend and I’m just doing the bare minimum so that no men will take advantage of her when she’s wasted in a bar. i won’t be justifying myself for this.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: 2) you’re drunk too aren’t you?

You immediately feel bad for being like this. You feel sorry.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: 1) I’m soryr this was shitty of me. Youer rgiht yea

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: 2) no I’m as sobre as tomato

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: the fuck is that supposed to mean??

Well, if you only knew. But nothing makes sense any more after all the emotional torture you’ve been put in and all the intoxication swimming inside your veins.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I don’t know my head s sipnning lol

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Drink some water.

Your Discord man rarely texts with correct grammar and in combination with the dominant vibes he’s giving off, you could get used to such behaviour. Fuck. Why are you getting turned onby some gamer boy telling you to drink water? Is this really how low you've dropped, Y/N?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I like wehn you get domniant kike this yu know ;)

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Doll, I think I just had a stroke reading this sentence.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Despite that, stop flirting with me when you’re drunk.

You let out a laugh and blame it on being drunk. However, you’re also sad about the rejection you’re receiving although the—currently absent—rational part of your brain tells you it’s the right decision.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Why???? ;(

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: The fact I have to explain this to you. No sexual comments whatsoever if you’re under the influence, okay? We have an agreement.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: What a shame ;( wuold lov to be with yu rn ngl

During the past two months there have been some occasions of the both of you dropping hints here and there that you should meet. Still, you haven’t managed to see each other in real life since j.0ne and you are too shy to do that.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Yeah, me too, so I can make you drink some water and sober up.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: One question: are you at home or still out?

You roll around in your bed, reaching for your pillow.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: At home ;) wear8ng that skimpy red pyjama that yiu love and nothin underneth

You still can’t live a day without teasing him.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: I’ll ignore this one.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Do you have some water with you?

There’s a full bottle on your nightstand table which is why you snap a quick pic of it and send it to him.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [attached image]

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Okay, drink all of it.

You do as you’re told, chugging down tthe liquid, as you start panting once you’re done. This was a great idea. Your head will thank you for it tomorrow morning. You decide to add another pic of the now empty bottle to the chat with the mysterious guy.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [attached image]

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Done!!

And the next message from him starts sparking something inside you—if you weren’t both so drunk and tired.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Good girl.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: You’re mean J ;((

He is. He knows what he’s doing.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: J? You’re calling me J now?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Hmm you like it??

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: I’d like it more if you put yourself under your blanket so you don’t catch a cold and go to sleep. We can always talk tomorrow, okay?

You roll your eyes but do as you’re told.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Okay fine,,, then I’ll go to sleep and the j.0ne thta alway visits my draems will take care of me isntead hihi

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Sweet dreams, baby ❤️

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Goodnight 🦋😇

You wake up with the worst headache known to mankind and you don’t wanna imagine what it would feel like if you didn’t have the bottle of water before falling asleep.

Unfortunately, you still remember everything. How you saw Seojun and Nabi at the bar. How Jisung talked to you. How your friends brought you home. And how you started a fight with j.0ne for no reason.

You reach for your phone and open the chat, staring at the letters before you switch down the brightness of the screen and activate ‘night shift’ mode.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: good morning

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: I wanna apologise

Of course he’s online, already texting you back.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: for what?

You take a deep breath before your fingers start hitting the phone screen.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: for the comment i made about you having a gf. i was drunk and a little jealous but i’m super happy you’re helping your friend like that. i shouldn’t get jealous over you just doing something any man should do in a situation like this. you did everything right and i hope your friend is okay??

It doesn’t take him long to answer.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: thank you, doll

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: she’s fine, no worries. her best friend brought her home.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: how are you tho?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: hungover 😅

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: but it’s fine

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: what about you??

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m always in a good mood whenever we’re texting

You roll your eyes while a smirk is decorating your face.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: simp

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: and not even ashamed of it 😌

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i have something for you

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: a little revenge for what you pulled yesterday morning

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: [attached image]

He put a spoiler warning over the message, so that you only see what picture he sent once you tap on it. Which is what you do. You get surprised with a view that should be forbidden. It’s a picture of him—his toned and tanned abs are visible, while he’s groping his bulge through the grey sweatpants, visibly hard.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: holy shit

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i have to get up and get ready for uni

However the hell you’re supposed to do that in the state you’re in and your Discord boy sending you semi-nudes.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: me too baby but i thought this would help you wake up

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i’m very much awake now thank you

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: fuck look at those abs

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i’m also very much horny now thank you for that one too

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: that makes two of us

It seems as if j.0ne is always horny. At least whenever he texts you. But you don’t mind. It’s great to finally have someone to live up to your fantasies and dark desires, although it’s not happening in real life. He’s helped you a lot with your… sexual frustration and insecurities that Seojun has caused and you’re thankful for that. In many ways.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: not even surprised tbh

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you wanna make up for yesterday?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i didn’t do anything wrong 😇

You don’t even notice how much you’re grinning, as you turn around on your back and impatiently wait for another text.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: we both know that’s a lie

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i thought you wanted to be a good girl for me at all times hm

and now look at you being a brat

Oh, if he could only see the pout on your pretty face right now.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i’m not a brat !!

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: just desperate :(

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: always here to help you darling

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: why don’t you touch yourself a little for me hm

You get up, still sitting on your bed as your ass crashes down on your calves and your knees hit the mattress. Opening your camera app, you switch to selfie mode and guide the focus to your upper body. One hand comes up and starts squeezing one of your tits, while you snap a picture.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: anything for you ☺️

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [attached image]

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: fucking hell

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: take that thing off

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i need to see the full view

Just a little bit—you tug down the fabric, revealing your naked chest to the camera.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [attached image]

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: like this? :)

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: yeah

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: oh god

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: what id do to have my face squished right between these two

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: simp

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: but my favourite one

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i need more pls

You know that user j.0ne is already stroking his pretty cock—you’ve done this a couple of times before by now.

Adjusting your position, you lean back and part your legs, placing your phone against your blanket that’s turned into a makeshift wall to stabilise the device on its own. You click on ‘video’ and start filming yourself for a few seconds. The touch of your own fingers will do, at least you hope so, when you start grazing over your mound and wander down to brush over your soaked but covered pussy.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [attached image]

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you’ve been warned

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: fuck you’re soaking

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: drenched

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: absolutely wet

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: for me hm?

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: just for you

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [attached video]

Another video follows, you’ve pushed the pyjama shorts aside and j.0ne can watch you play with yourself, just like he asked you to.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: baby

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: what you’re doin to me should be illegal 🥵🥵

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: i wish it was your fingers inside me :(

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: [attached video]

The squelching sounds are echoing through your room and in the video, as you’re trying to fit a finger after another, soon realising it won’t ever be enough. He could make you feel so much better with his pretty hands—one of them pleasuring your pussy while the other is wrapped around your throat, adding pressure to the sides. What you’d do for this to happen in real life.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m so hard doll

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: [attached video]

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: need your lips wrapped around my dick

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you’d look so pretty choking on it

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: your eyes watering while you’re drooling all over it

The video is like a free five star meal. The grey sweatpants are pulled down enough for his erection to spring free and j.0ne doesn’t waste any time to start stroking his length, squeezing it and letting out little whimpers and moans.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: id make you come so fast i promise

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: over and over again

You keep rubbing your clit with your thumb while three of your fingers are dipping inside your hole, stretching you out just right.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: video call?

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: [incoming video call]

Your heart stops.

But your brain has turned into mush and you can’t think properly anymore. So, you accept.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: yes please

A live version of all those videos is even better. You keep fingering yourself as you watch him stroke his dick faster and less than a minute later, he is the one to observe you coming all over your hand. You let out the prettiest moan his ears have ever witnessed, triggering his own orgasm in the process and you wish he was in the same room with you right now, so you could fully take care of each other.

Heavy panting is reaching the microphones, before he ends the call again.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: sorry for ending the call so abruptly

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: i’m still shy and all

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you just came all over your stomach for me and call yourself shy??

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: with talking, doll

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: yeah makes sense :D

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: it’s okay don’t worry

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: we will do everything at our pace yeah?

It’s not as if you are ready yet, either. You adore what the both of you have.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: of course

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: you were so good for me btw

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: such a good girl

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: good luck with uni and have a nice day, baby ❤️

A smile forms on your lips.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: thank you 😇

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: you too ❤️

You’re somewhat normal again when you reach the classroom of your first course today. Sure, the hangover is still unbearable but you’ll manage to get through the day. There are already many people when you arrive, so you just drop down on one of the chairs in the back of the room that isn’t taken.

“How are you?”

Oh, fuck. Perhaps you should have paid at least a little attention when choosing a seat, since you are now right next to Han Jisung.

“Uhm, I feel like shit,” you confess. “Thank you for last night, though.”

It feels weird to be kind to him. Jisung and you don’t like each other. But you think back to what j.0ne said and maybe you’re apologising for your own sake and because you still feel bad for starting a useless fight with the other man.

“Don’t thank me for that. It’s the bare minimum. I know we don’t like each other,” you’ve made that very clear, Y/N, “but I will always make sure you’re safe, yeah?”

Before you have a chance to react, the prof storms into the class and starts with the lesson.

However, you don’t seem to be able to focus at any time during those ninety minutes. Your head is way too far gone—the hangover is getting the best of you, j.0ne is still on your mind and Jisung sitting next to you is confusing you a little too.

Your gaze switches towards his fingers, while you’re watching him take notes. His hands are… pretty. You’ve never noticed. Until now. He keeps tapping the wooden surface and at any normal moment you would be annoyed—after all this is Jisung doing something distracting.

“So, now that you know about the task and project for this class,” you hear the professor speaking, “I want you to pair up with whoever is sitting next to you and come up with a concept by next week.”

You look to your right, noticing only Jisung is sitting next to you since the chair on the other side is empty.

Oh, fuck. This is gonna be an annoying semester.

#love ittttt #fic

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