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this might be the hottest thing you've ever seen.

You are perched on the edge of the mattress, breath coming in short, jagged hitches as you watch Minho drive into Jisung so meanly.

The room is thick with the scent of sex and salt, the mid July summer air feeling heavy and humid against your skin.

Minho has Jisung pinned face down on the mattress, his large hands gripping Jisung’s hips to anchor him. The bedframe giving a metallic creeaaaak whenever Minho drives back into jisung with a hard thrust that echoes the wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding.

and Jisung is a complete mess right now.

His fingers are clawing into the sheets, twisting the fabric between his fingers as he tries to find some kind - any - of leverage. His head is tossed back, mouth hanging open and drooling. leaking desperate, incoherent pleas that make your own cunt throb.

The sight of them connected has you trembling.

You can't stop your hand from sliding down. You are already sopping wet, your panties clinging to your skin like a second, suffocating layer. hand working on instinct, shedding your panties n' slipping your fingers through your pussylips as you watch the way jisung is driven forward with every harsh thrust.

You want in. You need in.

“Please, Min,” you whimper, “Please just- anything”

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he commands, a guttural sound in the back of his throat, as he pushes Jisung deeper into the mattress. “Just watch how much he wants it. Touch yourself to it.”

At that, Jisung lets out a loud, shattered moan, his hips jerking forward. “Hnnng- please, oh god, I can't-” He is babbling now, his words blurring together into a frantic, incoherent mess of pleasure.

Minho doesn’t slow down. anything but that.

Instead, he leans forward, his chest pressing against Jisung’s sweating back as he whispers right into his ear. His voice is a low, taunting coo, “Oh you’re shaking so hard, baby.”

He punctuates his words with a slow, punishingly deep stroke that makes Jisung’s eyes roll back. “but you’re doing so well. You can take it, right? like good boy?”

Jisung can only sob out a fragmented "Yes," his mind zeroing on the praise, focused on getting called a good boy again

You'd pushed two fingers in by now, matching minho's pace as you watch Jisung’s back arch.

You're leaking all over, your hips rolling against the bed, but Minho keeps the focus on Jisung.

He is breaking him down, overstimulating him until Jisung is just a shaking, sobbing heap of nerves. “See? That’s it, baby, just take it all,”

The room is suffocatingly hot, the scent of sweat and sex becoming a thick, dizzying fog. You can see the way the sweat is glistening on Minho’s shoulders and the mess of lube between jisungs thighs.

Every slap of skin against skin and every broken moan making you impossibly wetter, your fingers sliding through so easily in and out in a desperate attempt to find some release, but your fingers aren't quite enough.

“Please, Min, please ” you whimper, your voice cracking, so desperate to be touched, to be manhandled just like Jisung is.

Minho finally shifts his gaze to you, though he doesn't break his rhythm. He keeps driving into Jisung with that same relentless force, his eyes locking onto yours. A small, smug smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he watches you trembling, your fingers still working frantically between your legs.

“Look at you,” he rasps, his voice thick and commanding. “You look absolutely gorgeous like this, sweetheart. So desperate n’ soaked”

Without slowing the pace, he reaches forward, his hand sliding from Jisung’s hip to the back of his neck, gripping firmly before forcing his head to turn and tilt upward.

He maneuvers him until Jisung is looking right at you, his eyes glazed and eyes blown out, his face flushed a deep, bruised red. “Look at her, Jisung,” Minho purrs, “Tell me, isn’t she so pretty?”

Jisung lets out a broken, high pitched whine, his gaze lingering over your shaking form.

“So pretty,” Jisung whimpers, “God, she’s looks so p-pretty,” He tries to reach out for you, his fingers twitching against the sheets, his eyes dilating even further as he takes in the sight of you trembling on the edge of the bed.

and as if minho finally decides to have mercy on you, he stops.

The sudden silence of the room is deafening, the slapping sound cutting off abruptly as pulls out of jisung slowly with a pop. Jisung lets out a pathetic, high pitched whine, his hips twitching backwards, trying to chase the feeling of Minho inside him.

Before either of you can even question why he stopped, his palms wrap themselves around your waist, shifting your weight until your legs are splayed wide and your dripping cunt is positioned right in front of Jisung’s face.

You feel the sudden heat of his breath fanning against your bare, twitchy cunt, then-- “Now,” Minho says, “go ahead, ji, take care of her.” before sliding back into jisung once again.

that's all he needs to hear before he starts eating you out like a madman

his tongue is there, lapping and hitting your clit with a precision that makes your head spin, moaning at the slick that engulfs his mouth and onto his tastebuds.

his hands run to splay against your thighs and grip them open to pull you closer, closer and closer until you're flush against his face. His mouth parted, tongue licking from bottom to the very top in one messy stroke that makes your back bow.

“Hnnnng, oh- Jisungggg,” you moan, your fingers finding ground into the mattress as you feel Minho’s heavy thrusts pushing Jisung forward.

everything is so overwhelming.

the feeling the wet slap of Minho and Jisung’s bodies colliding while Jisung’s tongue works you over, dragging you down by your plush thighs whenever you even try to inch upwards, it's all too much

"So sweet," he gasps, "God, you taste so good." He lets out a whine, his tongue a blurr, flicking rapidly over you, pushing you toward a sweet release that feels just out of reach.

above both of you, minho is all praise, his voice a sweet “That’s it, baby, eat her out.” and “Good boy, Jisung. Such a good boy for me.”, that contradict the harsh move of his hips.

You can hear Jisung making these muffled, needy sounds against your skin, his breathing heavy and wet as he focuses entirely on your pleasure.

Every time Minho drives his hips forward, he pushes Jisung’s face deeper into your folds, making the suction even tighter.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” you sob, your head tossing back “Ji , please don't stop.”

Jisung lets out a muffled moan against your skin, his tongue flicking faster, more desperate. He’s shaking, his whole body vibrating because he’s being fucked and he’s tasting you all at the same time.

You look down only too see him already looking at you, his cheeks flushed a deep, dark red. He’s making these little hnnnng sounds in his throat, his hands’ grip on your thighs still firm and unmoving.

Minho’s voice is a low, commanding rumble right above your head. “Look at her, Jisung. See how much she’s leaking for you? keep going. Eat every bit of her.”

Minho’s got his fingers threaded through Jisung’s hair, pulling his head tighter against you. You can hear the wet, sloppy sounds of his tongue sliding over your clit.

“Min, please*” Jisung babbles, his voice broken and wet. “Haaah, it feels so good, m'gonna cum soon, she tastes so sweet—”

“I know, baby, I know” Minho praises, his voice dripping with affection even as he drives into Jisung with a brutal, heavy force. “Just take it. Take it all for her.”

The friction is too much. Your vision is blurring at the edges, and your thighs are shaking so hard you can barely stay still.

“I’m— I’m gonna,” you gasp, your voice is wrecked. You can feel the pressure building, a tight coil in your gut that is seconds away from snapping. “Can I-- can I cum?”

Minho doesn't answer right away. He lets out a sharp, guttural sound, his pace becoming erratic. He leans over Jisung, his chest heaving, his eyes focused on the sight of the two of you.

“Do we let her, Ji?” Minho huffs. “Should we let her come?”

jisung breaks off for just a second "Yes, please," Jisung begs, "Please let her. I wan' it all over my tongue."

Minho lets out an amused hum, "You heard him, sweetheart."

The coil in your gut finally snaps, your back arching violently as the first wave of your orgasm crashes over you. You collapse against Jisung’s face, your walls pulsing and squeezing as you soak his tongue in a heavy, hot flood.

Jisung lets out a strangled, muffled cry against your skin. The feeling of you coming all over him pushed him over the edge. He freezes for a split second, his eyes blowing wide, and then his entire body jolts. He cums, soaking into the mattress beneath him.

Minho isnt far behind either, he drives himself deeper one last time, his body locking up as he spills himself deep inside Jisung.

“Oh- oh fuck,” Jisung babbles, his eyes rolling back into his head as the aftershocks ripple through him. He doesn't even pull away from you, his lips still wet and swollen.

He looks up at you, his gaze hazy and desperate. “I want - hnnng - I want to fuck her. Min, please, I need to fuck her so bad.”

you've barely even caught your breath.

Minho just smirks, his hand sliding from Jisung’s hair to the small of his back. “Then do it, baby. Get her ready.”

the approval is all he needs to hear before he surges.

Still shaking from his own release, he hooks an arm around your waist and heaves you onto your hands and knees with a strength that's so surprising given he just got wrecked.

His skin is slick, sliding against yours with a wet, tacky sound as he moves you into place. He’s trembling, his muscles twitching under the skin, but his grip on your hips is strong, bruising.

He settles back onto his wobbly knees, his breath hitching in a series of jagged gasps. You can feel him - thick, pulsing, and dripping - pressing against your entrance.

He guides himself in so agonizingly slow, the tip of his cock stretching your opening wide.

“fuck” Jisung moans, his voice a wrecked, airy mess. “You’re so wet, baby, you’re fucking soaking... I can’t - haaah - I can’t believe how good this feels.”

and the only thing he can do through his hazed senses is grab both sides of your waist and using it as leverage to pull and pull you down his dick till you're fully stretched to accommodate him.

Your forehead hitting the mattress as you feel him finally sink deep, filling you to the brim. “Jisung, oh god--,”

The moment he’s fully bottomed out, he starts rutting into you so desperately, his hips snapping forward in a wet smacks that echo through the room.

You are clawing at the sheets, your fingers twisting the fabric into ruined knots as you sob into the pillow, your voice a broken, incoherent mess of babbles n' moans

“You feel so fucking tight,” Jisung whines, hand caressing your back before pressing you down into a meaner arch “shitt, you’re squeezing me so h-hard, baby”

Minho watches before he reaches forward, his large hands sliding down your torso to haul your upper body off the mattress.

You let out a startled sound as you’re pulled upward, but you don't lose the connection. Jisung just adjusts his grip on your hips, digging his fingers in for leverage as he continues to move into you from behind, his cock sliding even deeper at this angle, kissing at your cervix with every heavy, plunging thrust.

Minho’s fingers tangling in your hair to yank your face toward his.

He crashes his lips against yours in a kiss that is desperate and messy, all tongue n’ teeth, and you meet his intensity with a needy whine, your tongue dancing with his as you lose all sense of where you end and he begins.

You're lightheaded, the world narrowing down to the feeling of both of them sandwiching you.

Just as you think you can't handle the sensory overload, Minho lets go.

The sudden loss of support sends you pitching forward, collapsing right into the mattress with a soft thud. You land sprawled out, breathless and flushed.

face hovering directly in front of him.

Your gaze falls immediately on his cock, still thick and pulsing, a prominent vein running the length. he looks so pretty, glistening with a mixture of precum and leftover lube.

Your hand reaches out, purely on instinct, fingers curling around him and giving him a few wet tugs that sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

You lean in closer, hot breath fanning against his skin, and begin to place small, flickering kitten licks along the underside of his shaft.

“o-oh, what a good girl,” he stutters for the first time tonight. “ takin’ care of me without even being asked.”

You shift your weight, eager to please, sliding forward until you can wrap your lips around the leaky tip of his cock.

You keep your gaze locked on his, looking up through your lashes, watching his expression crumble as you swirl your tongue down along the sensitive ridge.

and God does that make him throw his head back with a whimper

Then, you open wide and take him deeper. easing down inch upon swollen inch so slowly down your throat.

Minho doesn't let you set the pace for long.

His large hands suddenly snap forward, fingers locking firmly onto either side of your head.

He drives his vicious hips forward with a sudden, heavy force that sends him deeep into your throat. You make a muffled, surprised sound, your eyes widening and your throat contracting as you feel him hit the back of your throate.

He doesn't start slow.

He doesn’t even give you a second to adjust before he's fucking your throat with a mindless hunger, paying no mind to your wet gurgles as you struggle around him, his thick length sliding in and out of your mouth with a wet, sloppy sound that fills the room.

“Look at her,” Minho groans, his fingers tightening in your hair. “Such a greedy little thing. Taking every inch of me.”

He lets out a sharp hiss when you involuntarily contract around him, your eyes watering from the depth. He doesn’t stop the relentless pace, his hips snapping forward with a heavy, wet sound.

“perfect lil' mouth,” he rasps. “So perfect for me. Just a little toy, hmm?”

his words make you reel

Jisung lets out a breathless, jagged laugh from behind you, still rutting into you, still plunging into you like an animal

“fuckfuckfuck,” Jisung whimpers, gazing down lovingly at your overspilling cunt. “She loves it, Min. She’s clamping down on me so hard- fuck.”

Minho chuckles, griping your hair tighter, pulling your head back just enough to look at your flushed, desperate face.

“Is that true, sweetheart?” he purrs. “Do you like being my little toy? Do you love it when I tell you how good you are?”

You can’t even answer. You just let out a muffled hum, your eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss.

You are absolutely trapped between them, a living fuck toy. You can feel the thrusts of Jisung’s cock drilling straight into your g-spot, all while Minho’s length is filling your mouth, pushing you forward and backward on the mattress so ruthlessly.

Your hands scramble for balance, fingers digging into the hard muscle of Minho’s thighs as you gag around him, the sound of your own choked whines muffled by his cock.

Jisung lets out a shattered, needy sound, his hips snapping forward, “oh god, she’s so tight,” he babbles so dumbly, he's drunk on your pussy “fucking clamping around me--, so wet, can feel it dripping down my thighs”

his mouth is running a hundred miles an hour as his pleasure peaks, hand snakes down, his fingers slick with a mix of lube and your own soaking wetness.

He finds your clit, rubbing circles that makes your whole body shudder. you moan - or try to moan - around Minho’s cock, your eyes fluttering shut.

Minho suddenly pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. You snap your head back, gasping for air, your chest heaving as you take in a massive, shaking breath after being deprived of oxygen for so long.

You are completely dazed, your vision swimming and your lower face a glistening, smeared mess of saliva and precum.

Minho shifts back, sitting up slightly, and starts jerking himself off, hovering just inches above your face, the head dripping a heavy bead of precum that lands with a wet plink right on your cheek.

Your mind is a complete white blank.

You can feel Jisung still buried deep inside you, his hips twitching and shuddering, he's close.

Your own walls are pulsing, clamped tight around Jisung’s length, and you can feel the pressure building in your gut, a violent need to release that is almost painful.

“P-please...”

Minho’s hand moves faster on himself, the sound of his grip sliding over his skin a wet, tacky noise. “Please what, sweetheart? Use your words. Tell me exactly what you want.”

you can barely remember how to form a sentence.

You let out a frustrated moan, your hips jerking instinctively against Jisung. “I-I... hnngh... please let me...”

“C’mon, baby. You’re almost there, aren’t you? Tell me,”

“Please let me cum-”

“That’s my good girl. go ahead n' cum baby”

Drowning in the wave of bliss, you're cumming- hard, trying to fuck yourself back on jisung despite the limpness in your limbs, dragging your high back on forth through his length.

That does it for jisung

“fuck - fuck, I’m-I’m cumming!” he already was cuming, his whole body stilling as he shoots a heavy, hot load deep inside your womb, filling your pretty insides to the brim.

You’re still shaking, your chest heaving as you gasp for air, and the sight of you - both of you - brings minho right at the edge.

He leans over you, his dark eyes searching yours, his free hand caressing the hair clinging to your forehead before holding your head up by your chin. “Stick your tongue out for me, sweetheart.”

You obey instantly, your mouth hanging open, tongue sliding out, your face still a smeared mess of saliva and precum.

“Thaaat’s it,” Minho groans, his hips snapping forward one last time, and you feel the first hot, thick rope of his cum hit your lip, and then another, and another, and another, splashing across your cheek and landing right on your tongue.

he's coated your face in a glistening, salty mess his own cum, his breath coming in long, shuddering exhales.

there is a thick silence that follows, only broken by the sound of the three of you catching your breaths.

You stay frozen, your eyes fluttering, feeling the hot, tacky sensation of his cum cooling on your skin and tongue. Your body is still humming, your nerves fried from the intensity of being sandwiched between them, used and praised until you couldn't think.

you hadn’t been informed of… well… that.

moving in with your best friend changbin had seemed like the most natural decision in the world. rent prices were ridiculous and your previous lease had ended at the worst possible time, and one night over dinner, changbin had mentioned that his apartment had a spare room now that his friend seungmin had moved out.

“just move in with us”, he had said as he shoved another piece of meat into his mouth, “it’ll be fun and you’ll save money. and i know hyunjin won’t mind either”

that seemed easy and simple, the perfect solution.

you’d known changbin all your life and you trusted him blindly. somehow your friendship had stuck despite your completely opposite personalities and years later he was still the first person you called whenever something good or catastrophically bad happened. naturally, that meant you also knew most of the people in his life, including hwang hyunjin, changbin’s roommate and his closest friend, apart from you obviously. 

hyunjin is also the ridiculously attractive man you’ve spent years pretending you don’t have the world’s most embarrassing crush on, but that’s not really important right now. because really, what is there to say? only that hyunjin is unfairly beautiful.

hyunjin is the kind of person who looks like he’s walked out of a fashion show every single day. long dark hair one day and then the next one, a blond buzz cut - you still remember the gasp you let out when you saw him that day - still looking like a model, with his oversized clothes and his expensive rings decorating his elegant fingers. your favourite part of him is his eyes, the same eyes that somehow manage to look both intimidating and impossibly soft depending on who he is looking at. 

you’d met him more times that you could count - birthday dinners, movie nights, karaoke sessions, late night convenience store runs, group vacations. just everything, because if you’re part of changbin’s circle that means you’re part of everything he does.

hyunjin is easy to be around, quiet at first but surprisingly playful once he gets comfortable. a little dramatic and clumsy, yes, but ridiculously affectionate with the people he loves, even if he sometimes pretends not to be. you’ve watched him and changbin bicker over lots of things like an old married couple more times than you care to admit. 

but nothing has ever happened between hyunjin and you, and nothing will ever happen, you had accepted that years ago. your crush exists quietly in the background of your life like a song you occasionally remember. 

is it embarrassing? absolutely.

is it manageable? mostly.

but living with him… well, that certainly could complicate things a bit. 

on moving day, you’d found them halfway through another one of their ridiculous arguments because hyunjin had apparently put together the new desk in your room while changbin supervised which, according to hyunjin, actually meant getting in the way. but as soon as they realised you were there, hyunjin looked over at you with that tiny amused smile of his and his eyes bright.

“welcome home”

he said two words, simple and friendly, yet somehow they’d settled somewhere annoyingly warm inside your chest.

the next few days passed as you unpacked your stuff and tried to get used to your new home, but everything else felt normal and comfortable, exactly like you’d imagined living with them would be like. it was nice, really nice, and you could already tell living with them was going to work, which is probably why what happened later caught you so completely off guard. 

you had been living with them for a week or so. dinner had been cleaned up and hyunjin had disappeared into his room saying he had some work to do, closing the door behind him. you hadn’t thought much about it because you knew he worked from home, something related to computers. that was all you knew, you’d never asked more and it wasn’t really your business if he never explained or said anything else.

you were sitting on the sofa with changbin as you tried to choose a movie when he suddenly paused halfway through scrolling.

“y/n, i forgot to tell you something”

those words rarely lead to anything good.

you narrowed your eyes, “what?”

he scratched the back of his neck, “so…”

“so?”

“you know hyunjin works from home, right?”

“... yeah?”, you asked him, not knowing where the conversation was going.

“well, sometimes, you’ll probably hear… things”

you looked at him, still not understanding anything, “what things?”

changbin looked towards hyunjin’s closed door before lowering his voice for absolutely no reason.

“i just thought you should know what he actually does”

“okay?”

“he… uh…”, he said as he rubbed his face, “hyunjin’s a camboy”

silence. 

complete and utter silence.

“he’s a what?”, you asked him.

“a camboy”

you stared at him and he stared back at you. surely you had misheard. maybe he had said cowboy? yeah, that had to be it.

“no”, you said slowly, “i definitely heard that wrong”

“you didn’t”, he said, still looking at you.

“he’s… a… like…”, you said as you made a vague gesture with both of your hands, “a camboy?”

changbin nodded his head, “yeah”

“so he does, what… livestreams?”

“yeah”

“and people pay?”

“yeah”, he said again.

“that hyunjin?”, you said as you gestured towards his bedroom.

changbin snorted, “yes, that hyunjin”

your mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, “okay, i… i mean… wow”

you replayed every time hyunjin casually excused himself saying he had work before he moved to his room or every time he didn’t go out with all of you because he stayed home working.

you had always assumed, well… anything except that. you weren’t opposed to it, that wasn’t the issue here. people could do whatever they wanted to do, and if that worked for him, then good for him.

it was just unexpected, wildly unexpected.

things should have ended there, after that conversation with changbin, because it wasn’t really your business and hyunjin was still hyunjin. learning what he did for work didn’t suddenly change everything about him, or at least, it shouldn’t have.

and yet, the following days proved to be considerably more difficult than you expected because every single time you looked at him, you remembered your conversation with changbin.

there hyunjin was, standing in the kitchen as he prepared breakfast.

he’s a camboy.

hyunjin was sitting on the sofa, his sketchbook balanced on his knee as he draw something while watching a movie.

he’s a camboy.

hyunjin walked past you in the hallway with his hair damp after a shower.

“good morning, y/n”

“good morning, hyunjin”

he’s a camboy. 

you hated it, genuinely, because it was unfair, you didn’t want your perception of him to now revolve around his way of living. people were more than their jobs. if changbin had told you hyunjin was a chef, you wouldn’t spend every waking moment imagining him in a kitchen. so why was your brain being so incredibly unhelpful now?

every time the thought appeared, you tried to shove it away. hyunjin’s your friend and now your roommate as well, he’s the same hyunjin you’d known for years. 

but as the days passed, little questions kept appearing out of nowhere.

how long had he been doing it?

how had he even started?

did many people watch him?

how did any of it even work?

then, the questions started to get more and more explicit. you had never watched a livestream of this type, but you knew enough, and your imagination worked wonders too.

did he show his face?

was he completely naked?

did he have weird kinks?

so when one night hyunjin disappeared into his room after dinner saying he had to work, your curiosity finally got the best of you. a couple of hours later, when hyunjin and changbin were sleeping in their rooms, you lay on your back on your bed, the sheets pulled up to your waist, as you stared at the ceiling with your phone in your hands.

you couldn’t stop thinking about hyunjin, and what he may have been doing just some hours ago, so before you even realised you were actually doing it, you unlocked your phone and tried to search his page. 

you hadn’t asked changbin the name of hyunjin’s page or his account or whatever he used, absolutely not. asking your best friend for information about another friend’s work, and especially that kind of work, felt invasive. 

and there was no way you could ask hyunjin himself.

“hey, so… what’s your username?”

you physically cringed just imagining it. no, never. 

all you had was his name, and you knew it was a long shot, but you still tried anyway. you tried a couple of pages first, all of them obviously wrong, just low quality clips and guys who looked nothing like him. then, by some miracle, you found the right link and his page loaded. before you even realised what you were doing, you were already watching him stroke his cock on camera while your own fingers worked deep inside your cunt until you came around them. 

you hadn’t meant to do that. honestly, you just wanted to see how he did it, to answer the questions that had been burning in your head, but it was as if you were hypnotised from the moment you saw him and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

the next days, it was impossible to stop. every night you pulled up his page again and watched his old livestreams until you came hard around your fingers, biting your lip to keep you from moaning his name out loud. you saw the new ones too, the ones he did just as he disappeared into his room after dinner some nights. you saw those once he had finished streaming, when you were sure both of the boys were sleeping and they couldn’t suspect what you were doing in your room. 

each time you came just from watching him, just hearing him say “fancy seeing you here” at the beginning of every single live had you already dripping for him, your clit throbbing before he even touched himself, before you even touched yourself. 

what was even more difficult was living with him and changbin as if nothing had changed. sitting at the kitchen table while hyunjin made coffee, pretending you hadn’t spent the previous night with your fingers inside your cunt to the sound of his groans. pretending you didn’t stare at his long fingers wrapped around his mug and wondered how they would feel inside you, stretching you open. every casual brush of his arm against yours sent heat flooding between your legs, every single time he looked at you, you had to look away, you couldn’t stare at him for longer than a second.

you hadn’t been informed of that and now, you didn’t know how to keep hiding this any longer.

you’ve been living with the boys for a month now, and things have just gotten worse, you can thank your imagination for that. the boys still have no idea what you do behind doors, but your little situation has not improved, not even a little bit. that’s why every time you have the chance to focus on something else that’s not hyunjin or his fingers or his cock or his lives or anything related to him, you take it and run away with it. 

but of course, your plan backfired today.

you had spent the morning at work, counting down the hours until your shift ended. nothing exciting happened, just a handful of emails and a couple of meetings, the usual. once you finally clocked out, you met one of your friends who was already waiting outside your office and you both went to eat together.

the original plan had been to have lunch together and then spend the rest of the afternoon shopping but unfortunately, halfway through lunch, your friend started to look paler and then she told you she was not feeling good and that she thought she should go home. you had nodded your head and told her to rest, that you would catch up other day, whenever she felt better.

after making sure she’d booked a ride home safely, the two of you hugged goodbye outside the restaurant and you watched her leave. you considered continuing with the shopping alone, but then, rain started pouring down and seeing that you were definitely not dressed for that - you were wearing a summer dress and a pair of high-heels - you decided to put an end to the shopping trip and go home earlier than you had planned. 

as far as you knew, changbin wouldn’t be home for hours. he’d mentioned over breakfast that work was going to run late and after that he planned on heading straight to the gym before coming back. knowing him, he probably wouldn’t be home until sometime after midnight. 

hyunjin… well, you had no idea, his schedule was always harder to predict and you hadn’t asked him what his plans were today. 

now, after a walk in the rain, you enter the apartment and close the door behind you, leaving your shoes at the entrance and letting out a relieved sigh as your feet finally touch the cool wooden floor. but then, you hear something, a faint sound, so quiet you can’t tell where it came from. you frown and listen for another moment, but there’s nothing there, just silence.

you shrug it off, run your hand through your hair and then start walking towards your room but just as you’re halfway down the hallway, you hear another sound, this one clearer. your steps slow a bit and then you realise it came from hyunjin’s room, which was closed.

almost without thinking, your feet carry you towards it, trying not to make any noise at all. you stop outside his door and then lean towards it, tilting your head and holding your breath until you hear his voice, clear enough this time.

“fancy seeing you here”, you hear him say through the door.

your entire body freezes. you know that sentence, you’ve heard it before, more than once. it is the way he greets his viewers.

oh.

oh.

he is doing a livestream right now. 

you take a hurried step backwards as though the door itself had burned you. you didn’t expect this and you know you are not supposed to be here. you had just come home early because your plans had fallen apart.

if your friend hadn’t gotten sick…

if it hadn’t started raining…

you wouldn’t have been anywhere near the apartment.

you look towards the front door. leave, that’s what your mind tells you. you could go and maybe sit in a café for a while, or you could go to a bookstore, just anything, but then you look towards the windows in the living room and you see how unrealistic that idea is. the rain lashes against the glass in thick sheets and the sky has turned almost black. going back outside right now isn’t exactly appealing.

you exhale slowly. okay, fine, you will stay home. you could just go to your room or take a long shower or maybe watch a movie or cook something. you could do literally anything else, just anything that kept your mind occupied.

you stand there for another second, trying to convince yourself that this is a perfectly ordinary afternoon, that hyunjin is simply working and that what he is doing is none of your business, that you can completely ignore it.

you already know, however, that your own mind isn’t going to make that nearly as easy as it sounds. 

when you step inside your bedroom and close the door, your thoughts refuse to behave and images start flashing behind your eyes: his long fingers wrapped around his cock, his abs tightening when he’s close, his groans that always push you over the edge, his hand moving to push his hair away as his bicep becomes the only thing you can focus on. you press your thighs together, trying to ignore the growing heat between them.

then you hear a loud groan ripping through the walls, the sound raw and needy, hitting you like a spark and your self-control snaps. you drop onto your bed, your phone already in your hand as you pull up his livestream. once it starts working, you see he’s still wearing his boxers, but his hand is inside them, stroking his cock, as the chat explodes with comments and donations. 

user69: take your cock out

edgequeen: i will beg if you want me too

cumslut: i want you to fuck my face 

“you’re all so needy today. i bet you’re all dripping for me”, he says, his voice low and teasing, “do you really wanna see how hard i am for you right now?”

you’re completely soaked, and not just from the rain now. you watch his hand move under his boxers again, the outline of his cock clear as he gives it a firm squeeze.

princessonline: please show us your cock

user69: you’re edging me so bad i’m gonna come

he smirks at the comments and then hooks his fingers into the waistband and pushes his boxers down, his cock springing free and already leaking. 

you don’t even think, you shove your panties down your legs and kick them off, keeping the dress on because you’re too desperate to bother about that now. your fingers slide straight between your folds, finding yourself already slick and swollen.

hyunjin wraps his hand around his cock and starts stroking properly, smirking at the camera, “you like watching me play with my cock like this, huh? you want me to go faster?”

cumslut: yes pls

user69: i want you to come inside me

princessonline: my sheets are soaked

he speeds up a little, his thumb swiping over the tip and spreading the precum down his length as he keeps talking, and every word he says makes you even wetter. you push one finger inside you and then another one, imagining they’re his fingers, stretching you open the way you’ve fantasised about for weeks now. your hips roll up to meet your hand while you watch his hand on his cock.

he keeps talking, his voice rougher now, “fuck, i’m getting close. wanna see me coming? wanna watch me paint my stomach while you all come with me?”

user69: YES 

cumslut: i wanna lick you clean

edgequeen: please fuck me

his hand moves faster, the tip of his cock disappearing into his fist again and again. your fingers move in time with him, your thumb rubbing your clit as your thighs shake and your breath comes in short gasps. you see how his abs tighten and his hips jerk and then he comes hard, his cum streaking across his stomach and chest while he groans loudly.

the sight pushes you over and your climax crashes through you. your cunt pulses around your fingers and before you realise, a moan escapes you, too loud, probably the loudest you’ve ever moaned. you slap your hand over your mouth, praying that hyunjin hasn’t heard you, you don’t want him to know you’re home, much less what you are doing. you see hyunjin panting and smiling lazily at the camera, coming down from his high.

you don’t wait to see what he does or to hear what he says next, you close the livestream so fast that your phone nearly slips from your hands. the only thing you can hear is your own breathing and your heart beating so fast you’re sure it’s gonna fall out of your chest.

has he heard you?

you had heard him groaning and moaning during his livestream today, which means that it’s possible - more than possible if you’re honest - that he has also heard you. you squeeze your eyes shut and just hope and pray that he hasn’t, you honestly have no idea how you would deal with that.

but there is no point spiraling, you can’t undo anything now, the damage is already done. you set your phone on the bed and then sit completely still, listening.

nothing.

then, after some minutes of sitting and waiting, you hear movement outside your bedroom. a door opening, then footsteps and then another door. you hold your breath until you hear the rush of running water echoing through the apartment. 

he’s in the shower.

you let out a slow breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.

okay, think y/n. 

if he had heard something, wouldn’t he have come looking?

wouldn’t he have knocked on your door? to check what was that noise?

instead, he’d gone straight to shower. maybe everything is fine and you’re just panicking over nothing. you look towards your door and think again, because you need to act normal. hyunjin knew you’d planned to be out all day, but there was no reason you couldn’t simply arrive home now.

he is in the shower and you could just leave your room and go to the kitchen, and if the two of you happened to run into each other then you’d smile and say hello, mention the rain and tell him that your plants had been cut short.

it was perfectly ordinary, entirely believable.

you stand up and smooth the wrinkles from your dress before walking towards your door. you take one last steadying breath and then open it, making sure that he’s still in the shower before you leave your room. you pad quietly towards the kitchen and once you get there, you open the cupboard, grab a glass and fill it with cold water.

you lean against the counter and take a long sip, letting the cool water settle your nerves as you stare at the rain tapping against the windows. everything’s gonna be fine, you just need to stop overthinking, but you are so absorbed in your thoughts that you completely tune out everything else. you don’t hear the shower stopping, you don’t hear the bathroom door opening and you definitely don’t hear footsteps crossing the hallway.

“hey, y/n”, you suddenly hear hyunjin’s voice, “i didn’t see you there”

you spin around so fast the glass nearly slips. hyunjin is standing a few feet away, a towel slung low around his hips as droplets slide down his chest and stomach. you force your eyes up to his face, heat crawling up your neck.

“hi, hyunjin”, you manage to say, your voice thinner than you wanted.

you can’t quite look at him, not when every inch of exposed skin reminds you exactly of what you just watched him do.

he tilts his head, looking at you, “weren’t you gonna be out all day?”

you nod your head, feeling your nerves growing inside you again, “yeah. but um… my friend, uh… she got sick and then the rain started, so… yeah, we cut the plans short”

your gaze keeps drifting back to his chest despite yourself. to the way water trails over the defined lines of his muscles, catching on one of his nipples before continuing lower. you force yourself to turn away, setting the glass down on the counter, trying to calm yourself down.

hyunjin hums and then you hear him move and you think he’s leaving, that he’s going to his room to put his clothes on. but then you feel him, just behind you. he’s suddenly close, so close that his bare chest nearly brushes your back. the heat of him radiates through the thin fabric of your dress and his breath ghosts over the shell of your ear, his lips barely grazing your skin as he speaks.

“did you enjoy the show?”

your whole body locks up. you don’t answer him, you can’t, but he doesn’t need you to, he already knows.

“oh, don’t tell me you thought i wouldn’t hear you moaning from your room, sweetheart. besides, i knew it was only a matter of time. i know changbin told you what i do, so i figured sooner or later you’d break”, he says, as he gets closer to you, “what? you didn’t think i had noticed the way you look at me? at my fingers? you really have no idea, sweetheart”

each word presses his lips closer to your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. one of his hands comes up and he places it on your waist, just to remind you how close he is. the towel around his hips moves with every slow inhale, the fabric barely holding on. you can feel the hard line of his cock through it, pressing against your back as he leans in even more.

“i already know you watch my livestreams”, he says, “and i know you touch yourself watching me. i know you soak through whatever clothes you wear. and today? sweetheart, i heard you as soon as you entered the apartment, but hearing you moan and come while i was stroking my cock for the camera… fuck, that almost made me lose it right there”

his other hand trails up, his fingertips skimming the side of your neck before he tucks a strand of damp hair behind your ear.

“you were so loud, y/n, you couldn’t even cover it up in time. i bet your pussy was clenching around your fingers while you watched me come all over myself”, he says, getting even closer to you, “did you wish it were my fingers instead? or my mouth? or maybe it was my cock inside that tight cunt as you took every inch of me?”

he moves his hips, letting you feel his hard cock nudging against you through the towel. his lips brush the sensitive spot just below your ear, almost a kiss now.

“i’ve been waiting for you to slip up”, he says, “every time you looked at me across the table, every time your eyes dropped to my hands… i knew exactly what you were thinking. i knew you were imagining my fingers inside you, making you drip down my wrist. and now you’re here, and i bet you’re soaked not just from the rain, and you’re trying so hard to pretend you’re not desperate for it”

his hand slides lower, pulling you back against him. the towel is the only thing between his bare cock and the thin material of your dress and you can feel every twitch, every pulse as he hardens further. he rocks his hips against you once, letting his length drag along the curve of your ass.

“still not saying anything, sweetheart?”, he teases you, his teeth grazing your earlobe, “that’s okay, your body is doing all the talking. i bet if i reached under this dress right now i’d find you dripping. you want me to check? you want me to see how soaked you are for me, sweetheart?”

he doesn’t wait for permission, he just lets his fingers trace the hem of your dress, toying with the fabric, lifting it inch by inch. the cool air of the kitchen kisses your thighs, making you shiver. his other hand stays firm on your waist, keeping you pinned between him and the counter.

“tell me the truth, y/n”, he whispers, his voice now rough with want, “did you come harder thinking i might hear you? did it make you even wetter, thinking about me in my room, stroking my cock while you had your fingers deep inside you at the same time?”

his lips press a slow and open-mouthed kiss just behind your ear, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. his towel slips a bit lower on his hips, the tip of his cock now unmistakably hard and hot against you. he grinds forward again, letting you feel it.

“i’m still hard”, he says, “i came so hard thinking about you watching me, but it wasn’t enough. not when i knew you were right there, with your fingers inside you, wishing it was me. you want me to finish what i started? you want me to fuck you until you can’t stay quiet anymore?”

his hand finally slips beneath the hem of your dress, his fingers trailing up the inside of your thigh, stopping just short of where you’re aching for him. he pauses there, breathing hard against your ear, waiting and teasing you, letting the anticipation stretch until your legs tremble.

“say the word, y/n”, he murmurs against your ear, “or i will keep telling you every little thing i’ve wanted to do to you since i first saw you. your choice”

your lips part on a shaky breath, his name slipping out before you can stop it.

“hyunjin…”, your voice comes out soft, but the way your hips twitch back against him betrays how badly you need more.

he chuckles low against your ear, “what do you need, sweetheart?”, he says as his fingers continue brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, so close yet still denying you, “tell me. use your words”

you swallow hard, your voice barely above a whisper, “i-i need you. p-please, hyunjin… i need you”

the second the words leave your mouth, his hand slides higher. he expects to meet the thin barrier of your soaked panties, but instead his fingers glide straight through your slick and bare folds. a deep and guttural moan rips from his throat, hot and filthy against your ear.

“fuck… no panties? you’re gonna be the death of me, y/n”, his voice cracks with raw hunger as two of his fingers part your soaked lips, dragging through the mess you’ve made of yourself, “you were standing here with me, dripping down your thighs with nothing covering this greedy little pussy? christ”

his middle finger circles your clit once before sliding lower to tease your entrance. he presses just inside, feeling how wet and ready you are and another broken sound escapes him.

“you’re soaked, so fucking wet for me already, sweetheart. did you come that hard earlier just from watching me? or were you saving this for when i finally touched you?”

you can’t answer him, you’re sure you’ve even stopped breathing at some point. his fingers are already working you open, sliding through your folds. he presses two fingers inside you without warning, knuckles deep in one smooth thrust, and your knees nearly buckle. hyunjin catches you with his arm around your waist, holding you while he moves his fingers in and out of you.

“that’s it”, he says, his teeth scraping your earlobe, “take my fingers, sweetheart. let me feel how tight you are. i bet you’ve imagined this every single time you watched me”

his thumb finds your clit, rubbing circles while his fingers thrust deeper and faster. the towel around his waist is barely hanging on now, the hard length of his cock pressed against your back, twitching every time you clench around his fingers. 

you turn your head just enough to look at him, your eyes meeting his for the first time since he caught you, and when you speak, your voice comes out hoarse and desperate.

“i need you, hyunjin. right now”

something in his gaze snaps and finally, he crashes his mouth against yours in a hard and searing kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips to claim every inch. his hand stays buried between your legs, his fingers still moving inside you as he devours your mouth. you moan into the kiss, your hips rolling down onto his hand, chasing the friction.

he breaks the kiss and pulls his fingers out of you, turning you around so he can growl against your lips.

“legs around me”, he says.

before you can process it, his hands are under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. your legs wrap around his waist, your dress riding up as your bare and soaked cunt presses against his stomach. the towel slips lower with the movement, barely clinging to his hips as he carries you down the hallway towards his room. 

when he closes the door behind you, he lays you down on his bed and for a moment he just stands there, looking down at you, his hair still damp, his chest heaving and the towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, the thick outline of his cock straining against it.

“fancy seeing you here”, he says, his voice low and teasing, the exact same line he uses at the start of every livestream.

the words hit you like a spark and you reach up, fisting the front of the towel to yank him down on top of you. your mouths meet again, hotter this time, your tongues sliding together as his body covers yours. his hands are everywhere - sliding up your sides, gripping your waist, throwing his towel off and then finally tugging your dress up and over your head. your bra comes next, his eyes dark as they rake over your bare body.

now there’s nothing between you, and you can feel his cock, thick and flushed, against your body. he settles between your spread thighs as he keeps kissing you like he’s savouring every second before he finally takes what you’ve both been waiting for. his hands keep roaming greedily over your skin, his hands sliding up your ribs to cup your breasts and his thumbs circle and pinch your nipples until they stiffen under his touch.

you arch into him, your fingers threading through his hair and tugging hard to pull him closer while your other hand grips the back of his neck, your nails digging into the muscle there. your hands move down his back, feeling every flex of his shoulders as he grinds his body against yours, leaving a hot smear of precum on your skin.

he breaks the kiss and pulls back just enough to smirk down at you while you chase his lips with a needy whimper. your hips roll up, seeking friction, but he moves away, denying you.

“tell me what you want, sweetheart”, he says, “come on, say it”

you whisper his name first, your voice showing how desperate you are, “h-hyunjin…”

he chuckles and lowers his head to kiss and bite along your neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin before sucking hard enough to leave marks.

“more than that, y/n. tell me exactly what you want”, he says as his lips trail lower, biting at your collarbone as your moans fill his room, your body trembling under his.

your voice cracks as you gasp, “i-i need your fingers… p-please”

“good girl”, he says against your throat before he moves his face just enough to kiss you again.

you feel one of his hands moving down your body until two of his fingers slide through your folds and then he pushes them inside you. he starts curling them, stroking your sensitive spot while his thumb focuses on your clit. your walls clench around his fingers, your juices coating his hand as he moves his fingers faster.

he kisses you through it all, his tongue pressed against yours as his fingers fuck you harder, stretching you open. your climax builds fast, your thighs shaking until it crashes over you, and you come hard on his fingers, letting out a broken cry that is swallowed by his mouth as your arousal drips down his wrist.

hyunjin pulls his fingers out of you, glistening with your release.

“open up”, he says as he presses his fingers to your lips.

you part them obediently, sucking his fingers clean and tasting your own cum as he watches you with dark eyes. he pulls them out of your mouth, only to slide them back inside your still-twitching cunt for a few more thrusts, drawing out more of your wetness. he pulls them out again, bringing them to his own mouth this time, his tongue licking every drop from his skin with a low groan. 

he kisses you again, his tongue sweeping deep into your mouth as he shares the lingering taste of your release.

“fuck, you taste so good”, he says against your lips, “but i need to taste you better, sweetheart”

his body moves lower, his mouth trailing wet kisses down your throat and stomach until he finally settles between your spread thighs. his hands grip your hips firmly and then he dives straight in, his tongue flattening against your sensitive clit before moving into your dripping cunt.

“hyunjin!”, you scream at the sudden intensity as his mouth devours you.

your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling hard, while your other hand claws at his shoulder, desperate to anchor yourself. he doesn’t hold back, his tongue fucks into your folds with relentless strokes, lapping up every drop of your wetness, sucking your swollen clit between his plump lips and flicking it mercilessly.

you look at him and the sight makes your head spin - his eyes are half-closed in bliss, his face buried in your cunt and his jaw moving as he eats you like a man starved. you’re still twitching from the previous orgasm, overly sensitive, but the sight of him drowning in your cunt sends fresh arousal flooding out, coating his chin and making you even wetter. 

he pauses just enough to look at you, only to find you already looking at him and he growls against your throbbing clit.

“that’s it, sweetheart. keep your eyes on me”, he says and then his tongue moves back to your entrance, his nose pressing against your clit with every movement, with his eyes still on yours.

your hips buck against his face but his strong hands pin you down, pulling you closer to his face so he can bury himself deeper.

“hyunjin… i- oh god… i’m gonna come”, you gasp, your voice breaking as you feel the next orgasm coming, your walls clenching around nothing but his relentless tongue.

“come for me”, he says, his voice muffled against you but his eyes never leaving yours, “come all over my mouth”

his words shatter you and your orgasm rips through your body right then. your cunt pulses and gushes onto his tongue, your juices spilling out in hot waves that he eagerly swallows as you squirt all over his face. his hands move your hips even tighter against his face, holding you there as he drowns in you, as his tongue continues moving against you until you’re trembling and shaking beneath him.

hyunjin’s mouth lingers between your thighs for one last lick, his tongue dragging through your folds to gather every trace of your arousal before he starts moving again. his lips press wet, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs, then higher across your hipbone, leaving a glistening trail of saliva and your own arousal on your skin.

he moves slowly, savouring every inch of your skin, his breath hot against your stomach as he kisses you there, his tongue dipping into your navel for a teasing second. your body shakes under him, still pulsing from the intensity of coming on his tongue, and on his fingers before, and he groans when he feels your muscles twitching.

he continues moving, his mouth closing over one of your nipples to suck hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak before releasing it. he moves to the other and his tongue swirls there, lapping at the hardened bud while his hands slide up your sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. 

he reaches your mouth again, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he devours you with the same hunger he showed your cunt moments ago, his body settling over yours and his cock pressing heavy against your thigh. 

“such a good girl for me”, he murmurs against your mouth between kisses, his voice rough with lust, “you came so hard on my tongue, squirting all over my face. fuck, you’re perfect”

your hand moves downwards, your fingers stretching towards his cock and desperate to wrap around it and guide him inside you. but hyunjin catches your wrist before you can touch him, his grip firm, yet controlled.

“shh, sweetheart”, he whispers against your lips, “not yet”

he moves both of your hands above your head, pinning them there with the strength of just one of his hands, his long fingers easily encircling both. the position leaves you stretched out beneath him, your chest heaving, completely at his mercy.

he keeps kissing you, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth while his free hand roams your body. his lips trail from your mouth down to your neck, where he sucks at the pulse point, his teeth scraping over your sensitive skin before he soothes the spot with his tongue. 

the sensation drives you wild. you start rubbing yourself against him, your hips rolling up desperately, and your cunt grinding along the underside of his cock in search of friction. the tip catches against your clit with every desperate thrust of your hips, sending sparks through your already oversensitive nerves.

“please”, you beg him, “h-hyunjin, please… i need you inside me. just… fuck me, i can’t take it anymore”

his free hand moves to grip your chin firmly, tilting your face up so your eyes meet his.

“open up”, he says again, his eyes locked on yours.

you part your lips, your mouth falling open as he leans closer to you. he lets a string of spit fall from his mouth directly onto your tongue, warm and thick, and the moment it lands you moan loudly. he moves to kiss you again, his tongue pushing into your mouth to mix with the spit he just gave you, swallowing your desperate sounds as he devours you all over again.

his hand releases your chin and slides down between your bodies. you feel the tip of his cock nudging against your entrance, sliding through your drenched folds once, then again, as he coats himself in your juices before he pushes forward. he enters you, stretching your walls as he sinks inside with one long and controlled thrust, filling you completely until his hips are flush against yours.

he doesn’t give you time to adjust, he starts moving slowly, pulling back and sinking in again, making broken moans spill from your lips.

“fuck”, he growls against your ear, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, “you’re so wet for me, sweetheart, you’re dripping”, with each sentence comes another thrust, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, “you feel so fucking good wrapped around me”

your moans grow louder and needier, your body arching up to meet every snap of his hips against yours, “hyunjin- i… more, p-please… harder-”

he chuckles against your ear, the sound vibrating through his chest where it presses against yours, “you want it harder? greedy little thing. you’ve been watching me fuck my hand on camera and now you need the real thing, don’t you?”, he says as his pace stays controlled and teasing, “say it, y/n. tell me how bad you need my cock”

“please”, you whimper, without realising the tears that escape your eyes, “i need it- i need you to fuck me harder, please, hyunjin- let me… let me touch you”

his free hand moves to your hip, gripping hard enough to bruise but you don’t fucking care.

“you’re such a good girl, begging for it. and you know what, sweetheart? good girls get what they want”, he says and then releases your wrists.

the moment your hands are free, they move to his hair, your fingers tangling in the damp strands and yanking him down into a desperate kiss. your tongues slide together, messy and hungry, while your legs wrap tighter around his waist, your heels now digging into his back to pull him deeper inside you.

hyunjin groans into your mouth and finally lets go of the slow pace. his hips snap forward harder and faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, mixing with your loud and shameless moans.

“that’s it- fuck”, he says, groaning against you, “you’re so tight, sweetheart. you were made for me”

you tug harder on his hair, pulling him even closer as you kiss him again. every thrust knocks the breath from your lungs, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you over and over again until your vision blurs. you’ve never felt anything this intense before, your whole body lights up with every stroke, pleasure coiling again tighter and tighter inside you. 

hyunjin pulls back just enough to look down between your bodies. his eyes darken as he watches the way your stomach bulges slightly with each deep thrust, the outline of his cock pressing up against your belly.

“look at that”, he moans, his voice wrecked, “i’m so deep inside you i can see it. fuck, that’s the hottest thing i’ve ever seen, you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen, y/n”

he presses his palm flat against the bulge and the pressure makes you cry out, a fresh gush of wetness soaking his cock and the sheets under you. you look down to see it and the added pressure and the sight of it send you spiraling. your walls clamp down around him like a vice, gripping him so tightly he curses loudly.

“shit- y/n, fuck- you’re gripping me so hard-”, he says as his rhythm falters for a second as he fights to keep control, his hips stuttering against you, “f-fuck, you’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that”

he leans down again, capturing your mouth in another kiss before he pulls away just enough to speak.

“look at me”, he says with a low voice, “eyes on me when you come, sweetheart. i wanna watch you fall apart on my cock”

you force your eyes to stay on his, meeting his intense gaze. his thrusts grow erratic, deeper and harder, the tip of his cock battering that spot inside you relentlessly.

“h-hyunjin, i’m- i-”, you start to say but you can't because another moan escapes you.

the pressure builds too fast and your mouth falls open on a silent scream as your orgasm finally crashes over you. your cunt pulses and flutters around him, squirting again, soaking his cock and thighs as you moan his name over and over.

his eyes never leave yours and the sight of you coming undone under him, with your walls gripping him, pushes him over the edge. he thrusts inside you one more time and then he comes as he spills deep inside you, flooding your cunt. his forehead drops to yours, both of you panting, your eyes locked as you ride out the aftershocks together, your bodies trembling against each other. 

hyunjin’s mouth descends again and his lips move against yours while his hips give one last, shallow thrust inside you. the movement drags his softening cock through your oversensitive walls and you wince sharply, a tiny whimper escaping into the kiss. 

“shh”, he murmurs against your lips, the sound low and soothing, “i know, sweetheart, i know”, he presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another to your jaw, “you must be so sensitive right now. let me take care of you”

he eases out of you with careful slowness, the tip of his cock slipping free with a wet sound and making your thighs twitch. cum immediately starts to trickle out of your cunt, warm and thick, sliding down between your cheeks and onto the sheets. hyunjin watches the mess with satisfied eyes before he rolls onto his back and reaches for you. his strong hands grip your waist and lift you, pulling your body on top of his so you’re pressed together once more.

you sink down against his chest and he pulls you into another kiss, much slower and deeper this time, almost tender. the frantic pace from moments ago melts into something softer, more intimate. his tongue moves against yours, exploring your mouth, and the change makes your head spin. this is not the same hyunjin who just pinned you down and fucked you senseless. this hyunjin is gentle, almost sweet, and the change leaves you dizzy with how much you crave both sides of him. 

he breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth along your cheek, his voice teasing, “so… you’ve watched me stroke my cock on camera as you got yourself off to every word i said?”, he says as his fingers trace idle patterns on your lower back, “turns out my pretty roommate has a filthy little crush, huh?”

heat floods to your face and then you try to hide against his neck, but hyunjin catches your chin between his fingers and tilts your head back up, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“hey”, he says softly, the teasing gone from his voice, “don’t worry, i’m just as crazy about you”

he leans in and kisses you again, slow and sweet, swallowing any protest you might have made.

“i haven’t stopped thinking about you since i first met you. and ever since you found out what i do, every time i went live i would wonder if you were watching me, and i would hope you were touching yourself to me”, he continues. 

your lips meet again, the kiss turning deeper and wetter. his hands slide down to your ass, gripping the soft flesh and gently rocking your body against his. his cock, still a bit hard and slick with both of your releases, nudges between your folds. the tip brushes your swollen clit and you wince again, a soft hiss escaping you.

“sorry”, he whispers against your lips, stopping his movements, “too much?”

you pull just enough to shake your head, smiling down at him, your face soft and still a little dazed.

“no… it’s okay. i just… i need a minute”, you say as you push up on shaky arms, looking at the mess of sweat and cum on both of you, “i think i’m gonna have a shower”

hyunjin’s mouth curves into a wicked little grin and before you can move off him, he sits up, wraps his arms around your waist and stands up, lifting you with him. your legs instinctively wrap around his hips as he carries you towards the bathroom, his voice a low rumble against your ear.

“shower with me, sweetheart. we’ll get clean and maybe… we can go for another round”, he nips at your earlobe, his words making your stomach flip.

you laugh against his skin, the sound bright and breathless, and then you move your face just enough to look at him before you pull him down into another kiss as he steps into the shower and reaches for the water.

the spray hits both of you at once, the water warm and soothing against your bodies, but neither of you lets the other go. your lips stay locked together, your tongues sliding slow and deep while his hands roam your wet skin, already promising more.

a/n: fancy seeing all of you here my loves 😎 i can't believe there's only one fic left of this event!! i hope you're all ready and if not well good luck then 😏

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