You pull up to Outlaw Customs, the repair shop that’s become something of a second home for your car, two minutes before closing. If it were anywhere else — and anyone else running the place — you would never dream of being such a terrible customer, but since you know both men inside well enough to have a working relationship outside of this little business they run, you aren’t worried about causing any issues. And, well, if you do, Yunho will surely let you know in his own snarky way.
The garage door is still wide open, with Yunho on full display at the mouth of it as he works on the vehicle that’s always parked front and center. As you cross the threshold into the garage, your eyes catch on a sign propped up outside that you hadn’t seen the last time you were here. Two for the price of one on any repairs! A scoff slips out of you as you eye it, and that noise is what pulls Yunho’s focus from his work to you.
“You didn’t tell me you were running a deal,” you whine, drawing a laugh from the man before you.
“We still gotta make money somehow, sugar!” He nods his head towards the other side of the car, where another familiar face sits on the run-down couch you gave to them when they first opened up shop down the street from your apartment complex. It was something of a trade and an icebreaker: you needed a cracked headlight patched up, and they needed some furniture to fill out the garage and make it more homey for any customers who would come and go. Jongho gets up when you come over though, simply to move from the couch to the desk chair right beside it, and you take the spot where he was just sat.
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“God damn, your step-brothers are so hot.” Your friend says, sucking a hissed breath between her teeth. “I’d do anything to get stuck between those two.”
“You’re sick,” you mutter, slapping her oiled up shoulder, warmed and glistening under the last days of summer sun. “They’re my brothers.”
“Step-brothers.” She shrugs, continuing to eye the two dunking each other underwater with headlocks. “Come on, that’s like… universally a big turn on.”
“Yeah, well not to me.” You say, rolling your eyes before returning to watch the commotion in the pool travel closer, splashing too close to where you lay. “You wouldn’t think they’re so hot if you had to live with them like I do.”
“Believe me, I definitely would.” She sighs, dragging one of the legs of her sunglasses between the seam of her lips. “Don’t know how you resist, I swear they get bigger and buffer every time they visit.”
Now that is true, you silently agree, shielding your eyes from the sun to take in a better look.
“Jaemin’s so broad,” she continues, nibbling at her glasses. “And Jeno’s so lean.. nothing but muscle on him. I bet they get real rough.”
“You need to get laid.” You mumble, focused on the way Jeno’s veins ripple with each squeeze around Jaemin’s neck. The two red in the face from rough-housing for the last hour. “And not by one of my brothers.”
She whines, pouting and sticking out her tongue. “You’re no fun, if you’re not gonna allow me to do it… one of us should.”
Her eyebrows wiggle suggestively, leaning back and fanning herself as they begin to exit the pool. Jeno smiles, eyes more squinted with the sun beating down on his face and tight sculpted chest. “Hey, we’re going to head inside. You want anything?”
The dreamy sigh your friend let’s out doesn’t go unnoticed, whether it be from Jeno’s charm or Jaemin’s perfected way of continuing to not acknowledge your existence; too busy patting his flat smooth stomach dry. It’s all a show of course, he knows he looks too damn good.
“I’m okay, thanks Jeno.”
He nods, throwing an arm around his brother's shoulder to continue their playful match as they pass through the sliding doors back into your house.
“He’s so cute,” your friend continues to fawn over the two, squealing that you must have been a saint in a past life to have ended up in such a lucky situation.
“It’s not luck.” You disagree, shushing her. “Anyway enough of this, I have a date to get ready for tonight, the last thing on my mind is Jeno or Jaemin.”
She sighs, shoulders slumping as she lays back. “Meanwhile, I’ll be home dreaming about your step-brothers railing me into the next universe.”
Yeah, in your dreams they’ve had their way with you once or twice.. maybe more than a couple handful of times. It doesn’t help that neither of them has ever attempted to be discreet about their sexual conquests when they’re home. It’s the main reason you can’t even stare at a phallic shaped object for too long without venturing into lewd thoughts of your step-brothers acting out their usual horny himbo behavior with you.
The headache you currently have for example is all Jaemin’s fault, keeping you up into the late AM hours with two sluts screaming from his bedroom akin to something straight out of a horror film. That’s how you found your way to the kitchen to distract your mind from the deeper throaty moans between their banshee-like cries. Maybe water would quench the thirst closing up your throat, but how to stop the aching heat between your thighs..
“What’re you doing up?” His groggy voice emerged, feet patting their way across kitchen tile toward the open fridge you’ve been standing in front of for a minute now contemplating if you should make a sandwich or not.
“Couldn’t sleep,” you sneer, side-eyeing him with a mean look. Your step-brother's afterglow has his eyes dropping at the corners, smiling lazily as he reaches past you for two water bottles.
“Try counting sheep?” He doesn’t even acknowledge you with a glance, moving to sit at the kitchen island and chug down one of the waters. Not even bothering to pull on a shirt before coming down, because why would you question the bright red and pink scratches lining his upper back. It’s dim enough to make it weird if you mention it, too observant on your part.
“I don’t think that will help.” You say, rolling your eyes and shifting down to the cabinet filled with snacks. “Too much noise, not even sheep can drown that out.”
“Hmm,” Jaemin hums, fixing his messy hair still sweaty at the roots. “That’s weird, I never hear anything.”
“You wouldn’t, would you?”
The sound of a chair scrapes across the tile, feet patting toward the same way he came in from but coming to a stop too close, right behind you.
“Why wouldn’t I?” He whispers, hovering near the back of your ear. “Am I doing something to keep you up at night?”
Jaemin knows you hear everything with your bedroom being right in-between his and Jeno’s. Only a wall apart from the debauchery taking place mere feet away from you. “You’ve never complained before..” he reaches for your hair, tossling it behind you and gathering most down the center of your back.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Hmm, sounds to me like you’re eavesdropping?” You can pick up a smirk in his tone, shivering down your spine as his palm weighs down on your shoulder. “Don’t tell me my sweet innocent little sister is a pervert? What would your father think.”
He presses closer, reaching out in front of you to grab a protein bar, groin rocking against your backside as he leans up to reach for it above both of your heads. “It’s—it’s not that.” You bite down on your lip, eyes squeezing shut to push away the thought of just how thick he feels pressed against your ass. The shape of his length prominent and hot, half-hard where he digs into you.
“Then what is it?” Jaemin grunts, pushing down on your shoulder heavier for leverage to reach higher, lightly grazing the bar with the tips of his fingers. “What’s keeping you up?”
“Neighbors.. neighbors dog.” You lie, shaking away the memories of high-pitched moans and screams buried into pillows. “Barks a lot, near my window.”
Jaemin tsks, successfully pulling down the snack he’s been reaching for but not without aligning the dip between your ass with his growing size. “What a pesky dog.” He leans forward, lips brushing your ear. “Maybe you need some new headphones, I’ll buy you some this weekend. Can’t have my baby sis losing out on precious sleep.”
With one last dig of his hips against yours, he grins, patting the top of your head. “Get some sleep baby.”
You had to grip onto the end of the cabinet to keep your knees from failing you, dropping your head down to suppress a whimper. Jaemin’s so mean, so fucking mean for what? Maybe you are a pervert though, secretly lusting after not just one—but both of your step-siblings. God your parents would ship you off to boarding school if they knew you couldn’t catch a wink of sleep after that.
No, not with your ear pressed up against the wall trying to mute every sound that couldn’t have come from one of the main characters of your daily fantasies. Between having both Jaemin and Jeno back home for summer, you haven’t seen a day of peace.
Your friend was right, maybe she needs to get laid, but more than anything you need to be fucked. Fucked hard enough for your soul to leave your body and make a trip to heaven and back.
That explains the deep set bags under your eyes today, hidden under the sunglasses that also do a great job of masking your lack of ability to take in each wet rippling muscle lining Jeno’s stomach, or Jaemin’s thick biceps flexing and gripping around his neck.
A defeated sigh solidifies your decision to get in a quick nap before it’s time to get ready for your date tonight. You won’t be of much use for another man if you’re still stuck in a horny whirlwind fantasy anyway.
What was that Jaemin said to you last night? Count sheep?
One. Two. Three..
“Where are you going?”
Jeno’s sitting on top of the dryer mindlessly scrolling through his phone, double-taking at the sound of you entering the laundry room; his eyes nearly falling out of their sockets at the length of your skirt.
“Out.” You say, squatting a bit to sort through your clean basket of clothes. “Have you seen my favorite bra?”
Jeno jumps off the machine, head ducking lower, catching a glimpse of sheer lace baby pink between your thighs. “What?”
“My bra,” you stand, cupping around your chest. “It’s light pink, floral trimming, the cups are see-through.”
He gapes, mouth going dry taking in the rest of your appearance. “Where are you going?”
“Hello, earth to Jeno!” Waving around, you reach out to flick his forehead, wrist caught mid-air before you reach. “I asked you a question!”
He scoffs, tugging you closer. “Why would I have your bra?! Are you not wearing it?” The realization has Jeno pulling you arm up to better stare at your chest, a faint shadow of nipple peeks through the cotton material hugging your breasts.
“What the hell are you wearing?!” He’s flabbergasted, scanning up and down your figure and shaking his head in disapproval. “You can’t go out like this.”
Pulling free from his hold you roll your eyes, returning to the basket of fresh laundry in search of your undergarments. “You don’t like it?”
Jeno pauses, mouth opening and shutting again, lips pouting out. He definitely likes it, but you shouldn’t be out in public revealing this much of your body to anyone.. it’s different at home; no one other than him and Jaemin to see you prance around in oversized t-shirts barely hitting beneath your ass. Not that they’ve ever wondered what would happen if you bent down to pick something up in front of them, not that they’ve ever caught themselves turning their heads toward the stairs in unison when you come skipping down, bouncing away.
“You look..” Jeno hums, taking too long to admire the smooth backs of your thighs leading up to the plump roundness your skirts doing a poor job of hiding. “..it’s just.. would your dad let you wear that out??”
Snorting, you stand up to glare at him with your hands on your hips, head cocked to the side. “He’s not here to stop me, is he?”
“No but he asked us to watch over you, I don’t think your dad would like it if he knew I let you leave the house looking like..”
“Like what?” You snap back, stepping forward to get in his face.
“Like..”
“Go on.”
“Like a common street whore.” Jeno straightens out, clearing his throat, chin tilted in to appear serious. “Walking around like you’re asking for it.”
Smiling, you poke at his chest, your step-brother’s resolve crumbling as you softly laugh. “Maybe I am.”
“The hell is that supposed to mean?!” Jeno groans, shaking his head again. “I can’t let you go out like that, I won’t allow it.”
“Oh you won’t allow it? Do you think you’re my daddy?” You ask, taunting him further with another prod at his chest; mascara heavily coated eyelashes batting mischievously.
Jeno swallows, biting at the sides of his tongue, annoyed and aroused by everything. The way you’re dressed, the way you keep touching him, the silky tone you say that word in.
“Where exactly do you need to go dressed like that?” He repeats, the sound of the dryer cycle coming to an end clearing his foggy mind for a moment.
Sighing, you roll your eyes, adjusting the loose bolero cashmere slipping from your shoulders. “The new neighbor invited me over for dinner and a movie, we’re not going out. He’s gonna cook me a nice American meal because I mentioned how much I miss it back home when we met.”
Jeno’s eyes dart back and forth in thought, a light bulb coming to life behind them. “THE AMERICAN GUY? THAT GROWN ASS MAN?!”
“He’s 28!”
“Exactly!” His demeanor changes drastically, arms flailing angrily. “Oh you are not going out to see him dressed like that! In fact! You aren’t going anywhere near that creep!”
“He’s not a creep! God Jeno.” Shoving past him you continue muttering about how he needs to calm down, you don’t need to take orders from him or anyone. “I’m an adult.”
“He’s way too old for you.” Jeno paces behind you, too frustrated to notice you’ve begun to pull out his dry laundry, sorting through it in search of your bra. “I’m gonna have to call your dad.”
“Jeno! Do not!” You snap again, letting out an annoyed huff. “I never snitch on you and Jaemin all the nights you sneak out and bring back girls to fuck!”
Jeno gapes again, moving to stand by your side and snatch his boxers before you grab them. “We don’t do that!”
“Oh you don’t? I must have imagined those girly moans coming from your bedrooms screaming oh yes! Daddy please! Rip my ass apart! Your cocks so fucking big!” You slap down on the dryer moaning out, arching forward pressing your breast against the machine, eyes rolling up sarcastically. “Ugh yes daddy! Cum on my ass!”
Jeno gulps, eyebrows twisting together as his cock jumps inside the confines of his jeans, gnawing at his bottom lip to contain an anguished groan. “That’s..”
“Piece of shit dryer,” you curse, bending down to reach further inside, the strap of your bra meeting your fingers. “I swear if this thing ate my bra!”
Jeno runs his hands through his hair, tugging at chunks trying to regain his composure. The position you’ve dropped to on your knees, ass shimmying in the air further pushing him to his limit not helping one bit.
There’s no way he can let you leave this house dressed like this, no way he can let that pervert down the street take advantage of his little innocent step-sister, no way he can let anyone ruin you other than him.
His hand trembles inches away from your backside, soft supple skin fully exposed just aching to be slapped, marked up and bruised by his hands.
“Jeno! Help me!” You whine, shaking and kicking out your feet annoyed. “I think I’m stuck!”
Oh fuck.
“Wh-what..” Jeno’s eyes travel around quickly, ending back on your ass wiggling around in a weak attempt to free yourself from the machine you’ve gotten stuck inside of. “W-what… quit fucking around.”
“I’m not! I’m stuck, Jeno! You have to get me out!” Your sad excuse of a skirt flares up as you start to kick, ankles knocking together the more you whine and yell at him. “I can’t believe this!”
Me either, Jeno thinks, swallowing a thick wad of saliva to coat his throat. “This has to be a joke, you’re…you’re trying to..” he pauses, mewling over what exactly it is you’re doing to him. On your knees, ass rippling under your cute little panties, back arched low in this much too perfect position.
“I’m not joking! Jeno I’m really stuck! I think my sweater got caught in the machine!” Your whiney high-pitched tone doesn’t help Jeno’s growing problem twitching against his inner thigh.
“What am I supposed to do?! Break the fucking dryer?!” Jeno splutters, forcing himself to look away and draw in shallow breaths.
SHE’S YOUR SISTER.
SHE’S YOUR SISTER.
SHE’S YOUR SISTER.
The chant shouting in his head gets interrupted by the devil on his shoulder, speaking in an oddly similar tone he’s more than familiar with. ‘She’s just our step-sister Jeno, it’s not a crime.’
That’s what Jaemin’s always said whenever they’ve drank a little too much and toyed with the idea of hooking up with you. ‘Believe me, I’m gonna fuck her at some point, you know I can’t keep it in my pants this long.’
Jaemin had a point, but even then Jeno can’t deny the guilt he feels as his gaze retreats back to your ample backside, arched out pathetically, fully pushing your plump folds out against the thin layer of underwear leaving nothing to his imagination.
“Do something!” You shout, near tears from the dryer's heat sweating your makeup off. All this effort to look pretty for Johnny only for it to be completely wasted over this stupid damn bra. This is all Jeno’s fault! He never even clears out the lint before throwing his clothes in!
“Okay okay!” The existential crisis your step-brother’s going through fails to transcend through his response, even if he’s fully messed up his hair style by ripping at tufts while pacing behind you. “What if.. I can try to pull you out?”
“Hurry! It’s so hot in here! I’m melting!”
Could you be more dramatic? He wants to scoff, rolling his eyes as he drops down to his knees and his hands hover over your hips. “I’m going to try and reach in, alright?”
“God damnit Jeno! Fucking hurry up!” You screech, feet stomping against the ground between his thighs.
“Oh shit,” Jeno presses in closer to avoid your heels colliding with his sack, eyes going wide upon contact with your core, all warm and damp where his lower stomach meets the forbidden area between your thighs. “Fuck.”
He has to catch his breath again, sliding his hands through the space left at your sides. He definitely could avoid touching you given the amount of space, but that doesn’t stop him from smoothing up your hips and waist, squeezing his way up as he bends closer with his chin resting atop the dryer. The new angle aligns his hips with yours, his now fully hard length digging into your thigh the more he leans his body in to lock under your armpits and pull your shoulders back. “Come on, work with me here.”
“That hurts! It’s my sweater Jeno! My sleeves wrapped up in the machine, I can’t get it out!” He can feel you tug, shifting back further into his groin the more you attempt to move and release your arm from the uncomfortable position you’re trapped in.
“Sorry sorry..” he gasps, unable to stop himself from rocking forward against your warmth. “Should I try to take your top off?” Shaking his head in disbelief, he circles against your ass, biting down on his teeth to suppress a groan when his length slots between your folds. Even with the material of your clothes keeping you apart, the idea alone of having you so vulnerable to his ministrations is more than enough. High alone off how unsuspecting his every calculated move is, because why would your big brother take advantage of you like this? Jeno would never, he loves you too much.
“Ughh…” you whine, head drooping with sweat pouring down your face faster than a river flow. “This is so stupid!” You cry, shimmying back again, too exhausted to pick up on the hard shaped rod pressed flush to your core.
“I’m so tired..” blinking slowly, you wonder how stupid it may be to call up 911 for this.
‘Hey my step-sister got stuck in a dryer trying to find a bra. Can you make it fast? She’s supposed to have a hot date tonight with this sexy American beef cake that lives down the street.’
Because that’s something that could only ever happen to you. Public humiliation that would only draw attention to your house with a blaring fire truck uselessly parked outside only to decide that the jaws of life would be necessary to free you from this comedic porn scenario mess of a situation you’ve landed yourself in.
“I’m doing my best baby.” Jeno soothes, maneuvering his hands to your back in search of a bra clasp to release. Oh right.. hard nipples, no bra. The entire reason you’re stuck to begin with. “I’m going to take your top off, okay?”
No bra, that should make this easier, he gulps, untying the halter strings connected at the back of your neck. “Maybe if we can get you out of this..” he tries to imagine your tortured cute face, tear stricken the longer you suffer in there. The image of your distress only makes his cock jump, rutting harder against your ass.
“Fuck, I can’t do this.” He whispers quietly to himself, too caught up in his own form of torture. What are the chances of pulling you out, tits bouncing freely as you fall back and land ass first onto the seat of his lap. Jeno nods to himself, pulling your top lower until he can sense the release of your breasts, likely resting against the still warm metal insides of the dryer.
“Try to pull your arms free now baby.”
Maybe it’s due to your exhaustion, lazily pushing back only to be met with your step-brother’s hips and a low groan. “I can’t Jeno, I can’t anymore.” You sob, pathetically dropping flat with your arm strung up still locked in place.
“I’m going to have to cut your sweater.” He thinks fast, glancing around quickly before noticing you’re no longer alone.
“Jaemin?!”
“Jaemin!” You shout, shocked by the mention of your other brother. “Huh?!”
An amused laugh traces up your back, followed by a round of applause and feet shuffling forward. “No no, keep it going Jeno.”
He leans against the washer, smirking to one side. “All this fun without me? You dirty fucking dog.”
“Jaem, it’s not what it looks like! She’s st—“
“No no, seriously, by all means—go on, don’t let me interrupt. I’m dying to know what you’ll do next.” He says sarcastically. “You’re really the luckiest motherfucker I know, Jeno. Found her like this before I had the chance.”
“Dude, it’s not like that!” He groans, gripping around your waist roughly out of frustration.
“Ow!” You squeak, pushing back harder against his crotch. “Jaemin, do something!”
“Do something?” He muses, squatting down near his brother to get a good look at your connected lower halves, skirt pushed high above your hips and underwear scrunched up between your buttcheeks. “I can do a lot, if you really want me to, princess.”
“Jaemin, no..” Jeno begs quietly, knowing his sibling better than himself. “You can’t.”
“Oh, but you can, right?” He snickers, snapping his fingers. “All this struggling and neither of you idiots has considered oil yet?” He laughs, patting Jeno’s back roughly before exiting.
“Where’d he go?!” You kick at the ground again, maybe Jaemin could get you out of here, he’s buffer than Jeno.. always flexing his muscles in front of you talking about ‘gains’.
“Uh..” Jaemin walks back in before he’s able to coin up a lie, a clear bottle of baby oil in hand. “Man, why do you even have that??”
“You know why.” He grins cockily, returning to match Jeno’s position on his knees. “We’ll just lube her up real good and she’ll slip right out.”
“What is this?” Jeno asks, genuinely bewildered. “Am I dreaming?” He raises an eyebrow, reaching to pinch your buttcheek.
“Ow! What the fuck!”
Oh right, he’s supposed to pinch himself. Not you.
“Don’t think you are but either way, hope we don’t wake up.” Jaemin chuckles, nudging his elbow into his brother’s side. “I think you’ve had enough failed attempts at this, it’s my turn.”
Reluctantly Jeno’s shoulders drop and he shifts off to your side, hard-on pressed to your hip as if that will help hide how insanely turned on he is right now.
Jaemin makes a face, whistling quietly as he leans in to whisper for you not to hear. “I’d be 8 deep in her right now, you’re an idiot.”
“Whatever man, I’m trying to be a good brother.”
“Step.” Jaemin rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t count, besides, look at us and look at her—we’re like some PornHub dream come true. Think of the money we could make if we filmed this..”
“Hello?!” You cry out, unable to hear anything aside from muffled voices. “Are you going to help me or what?!?”
“Of course princess.” Jaemin says reassuringly, handing Jeno the bottle of baby oil to free his hands to grab onto your hips. “You’re stuck real good in there unfortunately, but your big brother has a great plan to get you out.”
Jeno shakes his head, mouthing ‘you sick fuck’ to the other, receiving only a much too cheerful smile in return.
“Okay, thank you..” you don’t sound too convinced, but at this point with your makeup all sweated off and hair ruined, you don’t have much of a choice other than to just go with it.
“I’m going to try oiling you up, but I don’t want to ruin your pretty outfit baby.” He winks at Jeno, mouthing ‘watch this’. “Is that okay with you?” He tugs on your underwear to ask without flat out asking.
“Take off my clothes?” With your top already rolled down to your waist and this bent over position you’ve been stuck in for too long now, you can’t fathom how much more humiliating this situation can get at this point.
“Yeah, sort of like when you use butter to help remove jewelry that’s too tight.” Jaemin shrugs, convinced he made that up. “It’s worth a shot to try, or would you rather I call the fire department to have you craned out of here. Might be hard to explain the hole in our roof to mom and dad later, and think of how much that repair will cost them.”
“Fine, fine! Get me out of here, please Jaem.” You whine again, lazily collapsing onto your stomach and chest.
“You don’t have to beg baby.” Jaemin can’t stop the smile on his lips from growing, slowly rolling your panties down to unveil your bald smooth cunt. He sucks in a hissed breath between his teeth. “Fuck, even prettier than I imagined.”
Jeno leans in closer, swallowing down a sob. “Yeah, real nice..” his hand lifts, hovering close by. “You’re right, fuck, I’m an idiot.” His hips jam closer, digging his painfully hard length into the side of your thigh.
“We should oil your entire body.” Jaemin pipes up. “You know, to make sure you slip free easily. I wouldn't want my baby sis to get hurt.”
That doesn’t make a lick of sense, you think, but who fucking cares anymore. Jaemin skims his palms beneath your skirt, tugging it over your hips ever so gently. Clueless to the visual of your ass bouncing against the material with each light tug, he curses under his breath.
“You see that Jeno?” He nods to your exposed rim, tight as fuck, as if nothing’s ever penetrated back there. “That’s a damn shame.. Our poor baby, so neglected..”
You hate to admit but everything your step-brother has said in his usual monotone calm voice has your thighs rubbing together anxiously. Because when you weighed the pros and cons of sacrificing your pride and ego, you failed to consider the most humiliating one: leaking down your thighs for your step-brothers to watch from a front row seat.
“Fuck.”
“What was that my angel?” Jaemin chimes, reaching for your top to drag down over your wide hips, the material showing resistance as seams pop open passing over the round pert of your ass. “You’re doing so good for me.” He says, acknowledging Jeno with his arm slung atop the dryer to stop himself from hunching forward and burying his face between your butt. “Well, for us.”
This has to be some type of punishment, you can’t even bite down on your fist to drown out the moan you let out next. Jaemin uses your weakened state to fully control the dip in your back, hoisting your hips higher to make your cheeks spread naturally and leave you completely exposed.
“God damn.” He grits pushing down on your waist and pressing his crotch to the back of your thigh. “Hurry up Jeno, soak her up.”
“You have to say it like that?” Jeno sounds near the verge of tears trying to uncap the baby oil in his tight grip. “Isn’t this—sort of..”
“If you don’t hurry the fuck up I’m gonna shove my dick inside of her in the next five seconds!” Jaemin hisses at his brother, reaching for the string keeping his sweats up. “Five! Four!—“
“Okay okay!” Jeno practically drops the bottle out of fear, squeezing its contents out rapidly with his jaw hung at the sight of your ass gleaming back at him absolutely drenched. “Can’t do this, Jaem! I need—need to fuck her!”
“What?? What’s going on!?” You shriek, jumping back as the oil dribbles up your back, only magnifying how obscene your ass looks shining with a thick coat of oil.
“This is insane.” Jaemin mumbles, shoving his sweats and boxers down in one go. He lowers down to speak into the dryer, snaking in to smear the oil higher up your back. “Hey, I don’t want to get my clothes dirty either, right Jeno? I’m sure you understand, baby.”
“What?” You sigh, eyes flying wide open when you feel it, hot and thick against your soaked ass. “Is that?—“ to make matters worse, you feel it again against your other thigh, bigger even, pulsating where he’s pressed, nearly burning your skin from how hot he feels. “Oh my God.”
“Yeah,” Jaemin moans, smoothing his oily hands to your chest, squeezing the second he cups your breasts. “Fuckfuckfuck, I think it’s working!” He pulls you back more, the top of your stomach sliding against the dryer making the nastiest squeegee-like sound.
“You’re doing so so good for us.” Jeno finally manages to speak up, pouring out the entire contents of the now empty bottle in his hold, tossing it aside to massage in the mess pooling between the crevice of your ass. “Shit. What the fuck. You’re so fucking pretty down here. Of course you are, so damn pretty everywhere aren’t you?”
“Jaem, Jeno—what’s—“ you huff out, short of breath the more you get pulled out but your step-brothers thick biceps caging your hips.
Jaemin hushes you dismissively, gaining better leverage around your middle to pull you out, your sweater barely clinging to your arm anymore. “Come on Jeno, grab her legs for me.” He grunts, exuding strength he’s only had to use in the bedroom before. Lucky for you his favored positions have always left him in complete control, tossing whoever he’s fucking around to his will.
Jeno’s fast to listen to orders, especially if it means he’ll be in the perfect position to actually have you landing in his lap as if he manifested it to happen.
“Ahhh!”
Once your elbow unhooks from your sweater, you shoot out of the dryer like the log ride and Disney world, hurdled back by the extra force you and Jaemin had been using to free your upper half. The relief of finally being free washes over you, panting for breath that doesn’t reek of lint and musty heat. “Holy shit, I can’t believe it!”
Too stunned and eager to fix your sweaty locks, you nearly miss the sad pathetic groan Jeno lets out, clutching around your waist to keep you slotted against his rock hard length. “Je—oh fuck.”
Jaemin sits up on his knees, regaining his composure and breath as he wipes off his greasy palms by slapping them together repeatedly. “That was some show, look at what you’ve done. Poor Jeno looks about ready to burst.”
He crawls forward, grabbing onto your knees before you even think to slam your thighs shut, too caught up in the thick size nestled between your ass to even fully understand how naked all of you are. Naked and completely doused from neck to toe in baby oil, it almost seems too ridiculous to be real…
“Now now,” he drawls, relaxing between your thighs only held open by his palms cupped under the pits of your knees. “In a sense, this is like pulling out the Excalibur..”
“Dude, I’m fucking dying here! Be fucking for real!” Jeno sounds more desperate than you’ve ever heard him, whining like a puppy into your shoulder and apologizing with a feather light kiss.
Jaemin laughs, could even qualify as a cackle, smoothing down to your inner thighs. “Don’t you think we’ve earned a prize from our princess?”
The sweet charming smile you’re used to seems more menacing than ever now as he inches lower, heavy palms cupping your inner thighs and pulling apart your cunt with his thumbs to show off how wet you are. “Is all that for us? You nasty dumb little slut. Want your big brother’s to fuck your holes so bad don’t you?” Jaemin finishes with a hot wad of spit landing at your entrance to further drill in your shame, shivering back into Jeno’s hold as he sets a searing kiss on your clit.
“Fuck Jeno, she’s so tight.” Dragging through your folds he stretches his digits out for you to see the thick mix of baby oil and slick arousal forming clear strings between his fingers.
“Wetter than a fucking slut.” Jeno bites your earlobe, trailing one of his palms down the smooth expanse of your stomach to your clit. “Let me fuck her ass first at least.”
“Huh? N-no—not there, I haven’t before.”
Jaemin’s tongue clicks, kissing the backs of his teeth and squinting his eyes as if to call your bluff. He reaches between your split ass, thumb pressing to your rim meeting tight resistance. “Fuck, she’s not lying.”
Jeno can feel a prickle of tears burning at the backs of his eyes, his sack drawn up tight and heavy from being edged this long. “I can’t anymore!” He really can’t, he’s been hard since you mimicked the forgettable skanks that pass in and out of his bedroom. None of them would ever match up to you, only confirmed as his hips lift up and the tip of his cock struggles to penetrate past your wet tight circle of muscle. That doesn’t stop him from using his hold around your waist to his advantage, gliding you down his length with ease the more pilant you turn in his arms.
“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk.” He thinks he might cum from this alone. Pussy walls too smooth around his size, sucking along each pulsing vein as he inches in until he meets resistance and has to bite down on your shoulder to stop himself from screaming out.
“Greedy motherfucker.” Jaemin mutters, pushing the backs of your knees up higher until you’re pretzeled between the large sculpted bodies of your step-brothers, the same two whose names you’ve cried into your pillow with your hand down your pajama pants many nights.
Jeno rips a fresh batch of tears out of you, the stretch of his cock bordering painful if not for how obscenely wet you are, but the moans singing from deep within your chest are short lived; cut off by a thick prod at the top of your entrance right above the length already filling you up.
“I’ll fuck your ass next time.” Jaemin groans, shoving his cock in against the push he’s met with between your tight hole and his brother’s unrelenting thrusts. “That’s it, taking both of our dicks baby? So easily too? Who knew my baby sister was such a fucking slut.”
“N-no, not—a slut..” you wail, unable to handle how hard and big they both feel thrusting inside of you at different times. The friction cuts off your breath, sucking in your stomach to pull away from the fast unforgiving speed they both fuck into you. “S’too much! Too full!”
“Like that baby? So fucking full with both of us inside of you.” Jeno sounds strangled, pouring sweat the more he exerts himself to fuck into you faster and harder than Jaemin. He should have fucked you first to begin with. “Feel us both sliding into you? Taking two dicks like nothing, you know what that makes you?”
“A dirty fuck hole,” Jaemin says between clenched teeth, reaching for your neck to hold your head up and watch your eyes well up with tears, nodding and agreeing with everything they say just like the good little fuck toy you are, only for them.
“You can’t even wait for it, can you?” Jaemin manages to rasp out, throat locking up with each bury of his size engulfed in your tight heat. He grips your cheeks roughly with his palm cupping your chin. “What. A. Fucking. Whore..” He says it in a nasty tone on purpose to make your stomach turn, hitting deep inside with pointed demanding thrusts between each word. The shame of letting both your step-brothers fuck you is already enough to weigh 500 pounds of guilt down on your chest, but letting them both do it at the same time..
Everything crashes hard, unable to fall back or arch forward between their burly builds. Too overwhelmed, overheated and crazed with each sheathing thrust, your neck drops back gasping for air; weakly slapping Jaemin’s shoulders as tremors roll up from your toes to your shoulders and your eyes roll up. The squeeze around their lengths almost has them both slipping out as you cum and pour out more arousal around them, both using the extra glide to fuck you faster through your orgasm.
“I’m cl-close.” Jeno’s eyes practically match yours, wet from the maddening clamp around his throbbing member. “Can’t… fucking..” Pushing you forward against Jaemin’s chest he pulls out, pussy snapping around his cock noisily with gushing wetness following. It only takes one stroke to have him spilling out onto your ass with a chorus of curses and muffled shouts, slapping his length down on the rounded part of your butt to watch his cum dribble down between your ass faster. “Fuck me.”
He’d pass out clean if not for his brother pushing you right back to where you were against his chest, slamming his dick back into you without anything to hold him back anymore.
“Jaemin!” You scream, reaching for his shoulders to slow down the viscous grueling slap of skin colliding with skin, bounced up and down his length as if you weigh nothing to him.
“Fucking take it.” He growls, thrusts turning erratic as each vein lining his neck bursts out, skin pink and hot from driving all of his power into each ram of his hips. Each plunge of his size backed with intent to leave a mark. Stuttering forward, his head falls back releasing a long winded groan, chest rising against your face as his eyes roll up and he hits peak deep within you.
“Y-you—you came inside?” You ask, still coming down from your high, neck rolling against Jeno’s shoulder. “I-inside of me?”
Jaemin grunts, slamming in one final thrust with a pained expression, you just feel too good to stop. “You’re on the pill anyway, don’t be so dramatic.”
Jeno scoffs behind you, shoving between your bodies to push Jaemin’s weight off of you. “You’re such a dick.”
Jaemin smirks proudly, slowly drawing free from your wrecked cunt. “God baby, how am I supposed to stop now?” He lets out a deep breathy sigh, reaching between your tighs to circle your entrance for the rest of his cum to trickle out onto the floor and run down your ass. “Such a perfect pussy.”
“C-can’t— no more Jaem.” You mumble half-asleep, turning your face to burrow in Jeno’s neck. “Tired.”
“You heard her, Jeno.” Jaemin raises his full eyebrows up and down, sneaking his brother a knowing look. “She can’t handle me anymore.”
Jeno nods, dragging his lips down the side of your face to your mouth. “He’s right angel, how are we supposed to stop now?” With that he moves your hips back, lining his hardening length up with your gaped entrance. The space molded from your step-brother's combined cocks allows him to fully enter you with one hard thrust, cursing against the corner of your lips.
“Je-jeno—please..”
“Yeah, it’s all for you baby.” His arms wrap around your waist, pushing you down until you’re crushing his balls.
“Ca-can’t—“ the last thing you hear is Jaemin cooing on and on about how adorable you are, still squirting out a mess of arousal even as your eyes fall shut and Jeno continues to brutally snap his hips up.
“Didn’t she say something about a date tonight?” Jaemin’s voice comes through muffled, it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes since the three of you finished, judging from the burning crave for more between your thighs.
“Yeah, about that..” Jeno whispers, sounding more distant. “Think I heard her telling her friend she’s going out with that guy from Chicago, you know that big motherfucker down the street.”
“What??” Jaemin barks out much too loud, completely erasing the last bits of exhaustion away from your body. “He’s way too old for her!”
“I know. We can’t let her go, right?” Jeno sounds more stressed than his brother, mumbling like he’s chewing on one of his nails. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable knowing she’s out there with him of all people. That guys a dick..”
“He has a huge dick too.” Jaemin retorts, clicking his tongue annoyed. “Why don’t we tell her he called and said he couldn’t make it tonight? Change of plans or something.” He nods to your phone, inching closer to sneak it away, pinching the device between his fingers.
“She’s going to hate us if she finds out.” Jeno snatches your phone from him, typing in the code he’s seen you punch in while peeping over your shoulder. “It’s for her own good.” He finds your chat with Johnny in an instance, scrolling through quickly and sending himself the different scandalous selfies you’ve messaged. “Little slut..”
“Send me those too.” Jaemin pipes in, nudging his brother's side. “We should wake her up, it’s getting chilly out here.”
“Can’t believe she knocked out like that, her friend even left already.”
“Mmmhhhmm.. Jeno..”
They come to a pause, locking your phone after successfully deleting your chat with Johnny and blocking his number. Jaemin mouths ‘wake her up’ to his brother, shoving his shoulder to move closer to you.
“Hey..” Jeno sits at the edge of the pool chair you’re laid out on, reaching to tap your arm. “You should wake up.”
“Few more minutes..” you grumble, slapping his hand away. Jeno coughs, grabbing both your shoulders to shake you awake.
“It’s been long enough, come on, time to wake up!”
“Wh—how long have I been asleep?” The sun’s still setting behind the expanse of Jeno and Jaemin’s broad frames, making your eyes squint shut as you sit up quickly and pat around. “What.. what are we doing out here?!?”
Jeno helps you sit up, patting your back. “Hopefully you don’t get sick from sleeping out here for so long, we thought you’d gone inside.” He leaves out the mention of your date, sneaking a look at his brother.
“Wha—“ a fast glance around clears up your confusion. You had fallen asleep in the backyard. “It was all a dream?!”
“What was?” Jaemin asks, raising a suspicious eyebrow at your frazzled response. “What was all a dream, huh?”
“I—uhm..” your step-brothers eye you quizzically, both intimidating as they stand above you waiting for an answer. “Nightmare! I mean, about the dog next door.” You scramble to get up, stumbling forward as you try to shove your feet into your sandals.
“Where are you running off to?” Jeno says, arm looping around your waist before your knees can meet pavement. “Can’t be that silly date, he called while you were knocked out to cancel anyway.”
Hoisting you up he pushes you toward Jaemin, back crashing against his chest to easily lock you in place with his thick biceps caged around your sides, lips finding your ear to whisper. “Now, tell us more about this dream.”
minho x female reader x changbin (lmao but also changbin x minho)
Trigger warnings: please tell me! deadass i don’t get triggered so it’s harder for me to identify things so please please please tell me if there’s something in here that i need to write in this space
Content warnings: oral (m&f receiving), choking, dom/sub, hair pulling, names (kitten, good boy/girl, princess, sweetheart, pretty, baby girl, baby doll, angel, slut, whore, sir), double penetration (i can’t believe i just fucking wrote that), dacryphilia, aftercare, changbin is a switch (idk don’t ask it just kinda happened here), soft minho and mention of felix at the end.
Summary: you don’t know how you got here, stripping for two of your best friends, but you aren’t upset by it.
Word count: 4618
A/N: i wrote this like a year ago, idk if i’m even a fan of how it’s written anymore, but i stand by my work lmao anyways requests are open!! please don’t hesitate to submit a request, i am happy to work on anything!!
⇒ smut, friends to lovers trope, polyamory, threesome, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (big no no)
⇒ word count: 1.9k
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⇒ author’s note: these drabbles just keep getting longer so why do i feel like they still could use more fleshing out? maybe a mission for another time.
You aren’t entirely sure how you’ve ended up naked and sandwiched between your two best friends, but you can’t bring yourself to complain as your body tingles with lust. Even though this is the last way you expected to be spending your evening, the feeling of Yunho and Mingi’s large hands caressing each inch of your skin, and their sultry kisses littering your neck and collarbones, is something you now regret not experiencing earlier.
Things between the three of you had been odd for the last few months, which was honestly stressing you out since they kept withdrawing from you and seeming awkward anytime you hung out. Whenever you addressed their abnormal actions, they would just say they are tired or stressed, but you’ve known them long enough to see right through that lie. It’s as if they forget that you three have been inseparable since elementary school, a friendship nearing 16 years of sleepovers and playdates that eventually turned into drunken nights on the town and Netflix binge-watching parties.
literally based on a vision i had + something i watched at night 🤫
wc: 4k ( min reading time yay 😁)
WARNING: smut, pw/op, sex work au, foreplay, slight edging, oiling, safe sex (all sex workers must do this!!), rough sex, public(ish) sex, constant usage of the nickname "baby" (idk why av stars do this but they just do), multiple positions, multiple orgasms, degradation, praise, begging, dumbification, slight daddy kink, p*rnstar!yunho, bigd¡ck!yunho, charming!yunho, charismatic!yunho, dom!yunho, petite!reader, p*rnstar!reader, bigchested!reader, sub!reader, fem reader, yunho × reader, all fiction ofcofc
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a shortish man yelled loudly, jumping you right out your mindless daze. "alright, that's a wrap. thanks, folks!" you inwardly cringed from the amateur videographer's choice of words.
you've been in the adult film industry for five years, so you're basically considered a pro. you've heard how all types of av staff speak, and -- to be honest-- all of them have been nothing less than cringeworthy. ever since you started working at the young age of nineteen, you've also seen all types of "actors" and "actresses" come into and go from the av world. unfortunately there was a growing ratio of said actors and actresses leaving than staying. you, however, were one of the loyal ones who stayed, no matter how small the dick was or how unsatisfying the tongue felt. the job paid well, you've made some good friends, and you never had the urge to leave.
you always experimented and craved for more, though. you went from your more solo and vanilla scenes to kinkier scenes by the end of the third month of working. by the first year's end, you had three dps, five threesomes, and your first-ever "big dick". air quotes on the big dick because, even though it looked "big", it in no way felt big.
you knew that most men in this industry, like most women, feel insecure about their bodies and get work done. in the guys' case, they get steroidal drugs or penis enlargement surgery to get ridiculously huge. your body, however, knew real from fake, and your first big dick was fake. it was like a 'slim jim' in nature, and when you got it all in, it immediately felt limp by the second thrust. nothing close to how it felt with the dragon dildos and huge strapons you ventured with in the past. after the third year, you opted out of "monster cocks" and stuck to doing huge dildo solo shots instead.
it's now your fifth year, and you're being met with yet another amateur videographer and newbie producer who has begged you to do a monster cock special, with you refusing immediately. when they showed you the actor, however, you suddenly became interested. he looked much taller than the other men you're used to, and when seeing nude shots of him, you were surprised to see that his dick looked big even while flaccid. and he was handsome. you've never focused on the faces of the actors you worked with; only the actresses. but with him, he looked different. he seemed different.
"this guy," you started to inquire while hovering your painted fingernail over the picture. "this jeong yunho guy. how long has he been in the industry?"
"yunho's been with us for three years now. he tried finding success in the more popular companies but all the actresses there kept complaining about how he was too big. we thought they were exaggerating until he came to work for us. every actress he's worked with left sobbing about how he 'tore them apart'," the producer emphasized with air quotes emphasized by his rough-appearing fingers, clearly unamused from the past complaints. "we heard that you specialize in taking more than what you can handle, so we thought you'd be the perfect fit-"
"im in," you said cutting the chatterbox off which, to your surprise, made him smile widely. "this guy sounds like a challenge," you continued, "and i like challenges. when's the shoot?" you did impromptu filming, and you hoped that you'd get your hands on this man as soon as possible. you really wanted to see if he could give you what no other actor could provide.
"well, we hoped that you'd like to get to know him tomorrow, and then by the afternoon, we'd start filming. how does that sound?"
"perfect," you said, glad that you could get to meet up with him so soon. "just perfect."
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you woke up early to get yourself ready and prepared for later filming. once you made sure no stray hair was in sight, you drove to the studio where you were supposed to meet your costar. upon arrival you were surprised at how homey the place looked. it was as if the studio was a two-story house instead of an actual workplace. it made you feel comfortable. you walked in and found yourself a couch to sit on, taking out your phone and mindlessly scrolling online in search of more toys to use for your personal use, since that's what you would get for the lack of pleasure you've been constantly craving for.
"hi, im jeong yunho. you must be the wonderful woman ill be working with later on, correct?" a huge hand was extended your way.
you looked up, locking your phone and putting it inside the small purse you came with. yunho looked much more handsome in person-- beautiful even-- and he was much taller than what you expected. he wore a plain black tee, loose jeans and a high top converse, yet his attractiveness seemed to shine past his apparel. you felt glad that he dressed rather casually since you had one of your older floral sundresses that showed a bit of your cleavage. the dress caught yunho's eye as he glanced towards it before he landed them back on your own eyes. you don't mind, especially when you stared at his clothed bulge before meeting his eyes as well.
you noticed that he only looked a centimeter shorter when you stood up than when you sat down before. you shook his hand and greeted him, telling him your full name. "people call me all types of names, though. my favorite is chem, short for chemistry."
"really" he stated, clearly interested in the story behind the nickname. yunho seemed to be genuinely interested in you, something you haven't had happen in a while. it made you feel appreciated.
"because i like to experiment in the industry." he hummed in understanding. "so three years and no proper satisfaction?" you plainly asked to the man in front of you. being blunt is common place in this work field.
yunho sighed, nodding slightly before taking your smaller hands in his bigger ones. bold, you like it. "and i heard you've been in the industry for five years and had no proper stimulation." you, being a bit embarrassed, looked away and bit your lip before nodding.
the tall man noticed that and lifted up your chin towards his face with his thumb and index finger, looking into your eyes with slight lust and what could easily be mistaken for love. "i can help you find that satisfaction all those other men couldn't give you," he promised, "i researched all about you the night before and i bet i have what it takes to get you going."
you let out a small gasp in shock and slight flattery. no one's ever taken the time to find out what you liked, even when you had it written down in your 'about me' on your website and portfolio folder. you always made sure to find out about your coworker beforehand, and you let them know that, but them feeling the need to research on you seemed to not be mutual. up until now.
yunho smiled, knowing he stunned you. you forgot that, while searching him up, he was described as "one of an unexpected charmer" who could get you to clean his shoe using his charisma if he wanted. you also forgot his general description of being a big guy with a soft heart; you thought that part was all talk. turns out that part was as real as when it said he's 185 cm but looks like 190.
you shook your head, fighting hard to not turn into jello by your costar before the cameras were even on. with the two of you sitting down, you both started talking. as you got to know more about each other and had a few good laughs, you just knew yunho was the perfect guy for you to film with today, and you secretly hoped that you'd get to work with him again sooner than later after today.
after initial conversation, you decided to ask yunho questions about his family life, hobbies and what he does in his free time. he answered eagerly: he has a good relationship with his inner family, but his extended family acts as if he's not doing sex work; he has seven other friends who work in the business but don't work half as much as he does; his best friend also works in the same company with him; and he likes to go to local singing and dance classes as well as play video games. while he was talking, you were shamelessly touching his chest and thighs, slowly trying to work him up for tonight, which was only a couple of hours away.
"and what do you do for fun, sweetie?" yunho said while his hand was softly massaging the left part of your chest. you, being used to this treatment yet loving it, nonchalantly answered that you were into cooking and yoga. "hmm, cooking. i just know that id love having you around." he smiled, hands traveling from your breasts to your clothed center. you smiled and let out a heavy breath from his ministrations before asking one last question.
"so, yunho," you started to question again.
"hmm?" he was in a trance with your body: circling his fingers around your clothed center, barely reaching the pleasure point he so desperately wanted to touch.
you bit your lip while holding in any groans. "you have any dirty secrets to share?" you took his hand that was playing with your pelvis and interlaced the fingers with your own to get the man to focus.
yunho smirked, looking down and gripping his hand a bit tighter around yours before leaning in and whispering in your ear. "i like when small girls take me on their knees. face-down, ass-up is my favorite," he leaned back while you looked at him wide-eyed, shuddering yet forcing a small smile. "i know im big. it's obvious," his other hand motioned to his hardening member, "but knowing that my cock can be sucked in by a tight and obedient pussy and a wet small, wet mouth makes me impossibly hard."
he groaned, and you can tell he was getting impatient and was in slight pain from his boner. your eyes widened even more as you saw his bulge get impossibly bigger, stretching against his pants, causing him to groan out again in pain and small pleasure from the slight friction. he really wanted to fuck you, you could tell. the thought of such a fat, long cock being forced into you made you pool your panties in a way that you've never have before. you felt uncomfortable now in your own confinements.
you massaged the hand you took from your crotch earlier and leaned your head against his neck to help him get some form of relief. you, however, were deeply affected by his words, clenching wildly on nothing, legs rubbing together with a damp undergarment in between them. you let out a shaky breath. "i like the thought of a huge cock tearing my pussy apart, if that helps anything," you half joked. he responded with low laughter, and you laughed along with him.
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minutes turned to hours, and soon it was 4 pm. "alright guys! look who we have here." a voice and a camera reached your peripheral vision and you turned to look into the camera as you were trained to do tons of times before. "can you please introduce yourself? or are we intruding on a private moment?" the cameraman joked.
you and yunho laughed a bit before you spoke up, knowing you'd have to since recurring watchers would already know your costar's name. "im chem. im 24 years old, and this is my first time taking a big dick in three years." yunho eyed you with lust and amusement as you felt his hand pull away from your own and rest on your thigh, massaging the inner part of it. damn, you just love his hands touching your skin.
"wow! that sounds amazing," the cameraman responded. "so is yunho's your first real massive cock or one of many?"
"first," you smiled, looking at yunho and feeling the need to kiss him deeply. he has such kissable lips, you thought as the cameraman did his best to make small talk.
"and yunho," the camera directed to his frame. "when was the last time you had someone this petite in size?"
yunho smiled and danced the pads of his fingers on your inner thighs, making you giggle. "a bit too long. i have a feeling however that she might be the only small girl ill ever fuck," he laughed. you laughed as well, hoping that after this session you could get to know each other more as friends since he seems to be such a loving guy.
"by the end of this, viewers would definitely want more of you two, that's for sure," the cameraman said, being turned on by the way yunho seemed to avoid any more small talk by giving you small neck kisses, surprising you from the pleasurable gasp you let out. "ill stop talking and let you two do your thing before you get blue balls," he joked towards yunho, now training himself to keep quiet and focus on recording the action.
and action began. yunho lifted his hand to place it on one side of your neck while continuing his assault on the other side, sucking softly in small attempts to arouse you without leaving any marks that would be hard to heal the next day. you breathed heavily and let out low moans, grabbing his biceps in an attempt to grasp a sense of reality while remembering to stay pretty for the camera. yunho, disregarding the camera entirely and only focusing on making a mini mess of you, quickly trailed his kisses from your now cold neck by the saliva left from the kisses down to your chest, stopping at your cleavage before looking up at you so that you can pull the spaghetti straps down.
once you did, he took your bra-less breast in his large hand and began sucking. "f-fuck," you sputtered out in a shaky breath. your boobs weren't small at all, with you sporting a good c-cup, but under yunho's hands they felt like small dodge balls. you rested your hands on his head as he suckled on your breasts and flicked the nipples with the flat part of his tongue. somehow you kept leaking in your panties even though by now you would've stopped. he was that good.
yunho plopped off your boobs before looking up at you with glossy lips. "your tits feel amazing in my mouth, baby," he said with that charming, captivating smile of his, making you let out a moan and a small giggle. you, being almost too impatient and too uncomfortable in your underwear, instantly pulled it down. yunho chuckled at your hastiness. "look at that," he said, "chem wants me to fuck her that bad," he commented as if you weren't there, causing the rest of the crew to chuckle. his small humiliating stunt had you blushing, and yunho saw it. "i cant wait to fuck this tiny pussy open," he stated with a lick to his already wet lips, making you whimper slightly. "but first i have to stretch you out more."
yunho took his index and middle fingers in his mouth and sucked on it, getting cocky by the way you looked at him with reciprocated lust. he slowly slid them out his mouth before running them up and down your aching center, causing you to jolt. after a few more teasing strokes, he pushed them in. "ooh- fuck! f-uu" you cried out. the stretch of his two fingers alone felt like more than whatever toy or other fingers you could ever have had in you. you had to let yunho know that. "shit, you're so deep." you said, mouth agape as he added his ring finger in before experimentally wiggling them inside to help stretch you out, immediately reaching your g spot and he curled them up. your head hung back on the couch and you couldn't stop your heavy breathing as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of you.
"you respond so well to my fingers baby," yunho praised, making you feel proud of yourself. he kept his pace until he felt that you've loosened up for him, slowly pulling out. "let's show them how much i stretched out this tight cunt so far." you groaned aloud when you felt the camera zoom in on your dark pinkish channel that was being held open by yunho's long digits, arousal still pooling out of it. when the cameraman felt that he got a good enough view for the future viewers, he stood back into his preview spot as yunho lifted you up and gave you the first proper kiss in the entire time you two spent so far.
his lips were as kissable as you hoped. better, even.
"now i want to make you feel good," you smiled at him. apparently that grin went straight to his pants. "you cant seem to stop growing, can you?" you smirked. yunho could only groan and help you take off your now sweaty dress while he pulled off his top. you went to his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers and was comically smacked in the face with a cock that was impossible to naturally visualize.
yunho, seeing the clear shock on your face, smirked and tapped your cheek with his thumb. "told you im big," he teased. you came to your senses and stuck out your tongue to lick his head. usually you hated giving blowjobs because the actors barely took care of themselves as their dicks always felt rough, like sandpaper. yunho's head alone, however, felt soft yet rigid, and the feel around your mouth made you want to suck on it all day. "please, baby. take all of me in your mouth," yunho breathed out as he pushed your head forward. you relaxed your throat as you let all his girth enter your warm cavern. he filled all your mouth, and even though you could, it was difficult to swallow on him.
soon enough you used one of your unoccupied hands to wrap around the base so you could properly bob up and down while your other hand played with his balls. grunting, yunho took the back of your head and started thrusting roughly in your mouth, causing you to cough harshly.
when you pulled off for some air, yunho immediately rubbed your back. "shit, sorry chem," he apologized. "you alright?" you were glad he didn't want to hurt you or cause harm, even for porn. once you nodded yes, he smiled and continued in that manner: fucking your mouth harshly, your gag reflex retaliating hard, and him making sure you were okay to continue.
soon enough his moans got louder and louder until you felt a warm substance fill your mouth without warning. it tasted-- sweet. not necessarily like candy, but you were addicted. it overflowed your mouth and spilled on the sides, making you wipe that part off with your arm. "i could suck on you all day," you praised him with a plop, seeing how his once softened length got instantaneously hard again for no other reason than to feel you inside.
"before you guys get to the main course!" the cameraman interjected. you frowned and were about to protest until you saw him hand yunho a bottle of oil and an XL size condom. you almost forgot that 'big dick' men can cum a lot without knowing, and judging from his girth and the load you took on earlier, it was best they gave him the biggest condom size there was.
after rolling on the condom, yunho maneuvered you on the couch to have your hands on the back edge of it and your knees on the sitting part while he stood behind you, the camera moving in front of you both. he then took the oil from earlier and poured it on your round ass, you humming at the cool sensation on your heated skin. once he felt that he poured enough oil, yunho massaged it onto your ass and lower back to give the viewers a small example of how sexy you look. you knew that once you saw the cameraman move to where you and your costar would soon connect.
licking his hand, the tall man rubbed your core to prepare you still for his cock.
"ready, baby?" he asked.
you never felt more ready in your life.
"please," you answered while pushing your hips back, begging to be filled.
yunho angled himself to your bare pussy, rubbing the head up and down to collect your leaking arousal before slowly pushing himself in with a grunt. you surged forward, scared by how hard he seemed to be pushing in until he leaned whispered to you with a kiss to your back shoulder. "it's just the tip, chem. i haven't even gone in yet". you relaxed and let yunho continue.
you gasped loud and let out a high pitched whine once you really felt him push in. "fuck! fuck, fuck fuck fuck" you repeated as you felt more and more of his girth enter you. it was so much, you thought it would never stop. you even assumed that with a sharp pain you felt that he 'popped your cherry' (stretching you to oblivion) once more. he was that good. and that big.
once yunho was all in, massaging your hips in the process, he looked down and let out a long groan. the camera zoomed in to see his huge cock disappear in your tiny core, and you just knew then that the crew was in shock and arousal. all that could be seen was your oiled ass and yunho's hands holding onto your hips. your core clenched onto him like dath grip.
"im gonna move, chem. you feel so good that i might cum right away if i don't," yunho said rather breathlessly. you felt glad that you were affecting him as well as he was affecting you. he slowly slid in and out, small inches until he fucked half his length into you at a fast pace, with you screaming.
the more he fucked into you, the harder he bruised your spot, and your responses to his actions only made him go harder. "yunho! yun, baby i can't- im-- im-" you were slurring your words until you felt your more rare orgasm rip through you. "FUCK!"
yunho felt his thighs get wet and smirked once he saw the mess you made. he quickly pulled out and frantically rubbed your clit for you to squirt harder, which you did with a high pitched groan. you tried to push his hand away, but he just hooked your arms behind your back and continued his assault on your clit until you gave no more. he gave a slap to your ass and you moaned at the stinging feeling.
yunho turned you around and rested you on your side. he leaned forward and squished your cheeks between his fingers. "this pussy's mine for now, understand?" you nodded, whimpering once you heard him respond with "good girl". you wanted nothing more than to be a good girl for him and have his thick cock back inside you.
yunho oiled your ass again and rubbed it over you before lifting your leg up over his shoulder and once again breaching your hole, making you moan out loud. you were glad this was a studio and not an actual house. as the tall man went back to his brutal pace, he started to taunt you.
"i bet no one's ever made you feel half as good as this, have they?" he said. "such a tight little pussy that barely gets properly fucked. no wonder you're all over the place fucking different guys-- you needed dick from a real man. don't worry, baby. ill be the only man you'll want to ever fuck you."
yunho's dirty talk along with the delicious drag from his cock along your walls made you go completely dumb, nodding to whatever he said. you babbled incoherently, and a thin line of drool left your red lips. the crew were equally as turned on, very happy that they paired you two. he has to fuck you at least more than once now; you're too good to him to not.
yunho wiped off the saliva that left your mouth and wiped it on your erect nipples, making you whimper. "aww, is chem getting close from yunho's fat cock inside of her?" he angled his thrust to directly slam into your spot, causing you to jolt and cry out. "i want you in tears before you cum."
he again pulled out, making you whine at the loss. yunho smacked your reddened ass before sitting on the couch and lifting you on his lap. after re-oiling your ass for the third time, he allowed for the cameraman to move where the viewers could see where your shiny bottom would sit on his juice-covered cock.
you hummed and grunted a bit at how he didn't fit from you sitting by yourself, so when he forced himself all the way in you by pushing you down by your hips, your hands flew to his shoulders and shook violently. "yun, baby. fuck me, please. i need your cock," you begged.
your begging made yunho immediately fuck up into you as you began to incoherently babble again, along with your high pitched whimpers. despite your attempts to hold off, you found yourself wanting to let go after two minutes of yunho's thrusting. "i wanna cum," you whined out, brows furrowing from the intense pleasure. "please let me cum. daddy, please."
yunho almost stopped then and there. once he heard that word, his brain short-circuited as he then started thrusting roughly like a mad man. "cum for daddy, tiny."
"shit, daddy~~," you whined out while you felt yunho brutally assaulting your spot. you breathed out a satisfied moan as you felt yourself clench and cum once again on yunho's cock.
the grip your core had on yunho's lower self made it hard for him to move, causing yunho to feel the pleasure of your pussy practically trying to milk his cock dry. although he felt himself cumming, he needed to let go on your body for the camera view. he pulled out the best he could, discarded the condom in the near trash bin and jerked off to your spent body until he came with a loud moan. you felt ropes and ropes of thick cum land on your chest and pelvis. you were so glad he didn't cum in you unprotected. yet, since you plan for him to some day.
the cameraman allowed a few more moments to pass before speaking up. "so you're both spent, huh?" you and yunho both chuckled before nodding. "let's see the results of big boy here," he joked. you opened up your legs while the camera zoomed in once more. your pussy was red and a bit agape, your engorged clit visibly throbbing. "he fucked you good, didn't he." the cameraman commented mindlessly.
you nodded and chuckled before closing your legs. "yeah, he did." yunho sat next to you and pulled you up for another kiss. "no way am i leaving him. that cock was way too good," you stated half jokingly.
yunho laughed before rubbing your hips. "im glad because i don't want you to leave either." you both made out with each other until the producer wrapped up the scene.
you both got blankets from to wrap around, and after asking how the session went, yunho invited you to lunch. you were excited to see if his friendship skills were as good as his sex skills. but you had a feeling that they'd be better than you'd expect.
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You step cautiously into your apartment after work, your senses much more vigilant than usual as your heart pounds inside your chest with anticipation. The sound of the front door closing and locking behind you is a small relief, but you also realize you don’t have any reason to be nervous just yet. There is no way Seonghwa is off work already, so you have some time to relax before your scene. Somewhat more at ease, you flick on the lights and freshen up in the bathroom before making yourself comfy on the couch, turning the TV on for background noise.
synopsis: you and yeosang have been friends for years. lately, things have been getting rather tense between you two but neither want to confront anything in fear of ruining your friendship. after yeosang invites you to his concert, all bets are off when he acts like you don't exist the entire time. will you finally have the courage to face your fears and tell him how you feel? or will you get yourself into a situation you may not be able to handle?
warnings: smut (18+ minors dni), explicit language, implied consent, dom yeosang and Mingi, sub reader, threesome, hand jobs, oral sex (male and female receiving), dirty talk, cum eating, mild bisexual behavior, creampie, crying, slight breeding kink if you squint, aftercare, lil tiny bit of fluff at the end.
a/n: im seeing ateez in a few weeks and the photos/vids of them on this US tour are driving me insane. so this is the result of that???? idk i did this mainly for sommer and spooks so i hope you like it
You watched with wild eyes as your best friend stood on stage with sweat dripping down his body. Yeosang invited you to his concert weeks ago but you didn't actually say yes until the last minute. It’s not that you didn’t want to go. Of course you wanted to support Yeosang and the rest of Ateez but things were growing more complicated between you two recently. What started as a few innocent glances here and there, have turned into eye fucking each other every chance you had. He acted oblivious to his actions the one night you felt enough courage to ask him about it but deep down you knew he wasn't stupid.
Now you stood in your own vip suite in the arena they were playing at, watching him smile at the crowd of adoring fans. Your eyes couldn't help wonder across his toned body. He wore a black leather vest with large buckles on the straps and fitted dress pants. The outfit highlighted his rather small waist and muscular biceps. You weren’t sure if maybe it were the bright stage lights shining down on him or the angle in which your seat provided but he looked like a god. His black hair was slicked back and sweat glistened off his neck as he spoke to the crowd with beaming joy.
The concert went by in a blur. Before you knew it, you were being escorted backstage by their staff to the waiting room. You could hear their loud voices booming off the walls of the hallway as you prepared yourself to enter the room. Quickly smoothing down your dress, you give a slight nod to the staff member in front of you. They opened the door for you as you took your first steps in to greet the memebers. You didn't get very far before Wooyoung ran up to you with the happiest look on his face.
“y/n! You made it!”
He engulfed your small frame into a big hug.
“Of course I did. I’d never miss a chance to see my favourite boys!”
You chirped happily.
Your eyes quickly fell to Yeosang sitting quietly in the far corner of the room. His intense eyes were glued to his phone. Something about the lack of response to your arrival caused an ache in your chest. You pushed the feeling aside and took a seat next to Yunho and Mingi. Everyone asked you about your thoughts on the concert and what your favourite parts were. You kept the conversation going while sneaking small glances at Yeosang who continued to act as though you weren’t even there.
Eventually, one by one the boys excused themselves to go clean up before heading to the hotel. After chatting for a while the only people left in the waiting room were Mingi, Yeosang, and you. Both the boys were still wearing their stage clothes, at some point during your chat Mingi removed his hoodie he had on, leaving him in a loose fitting white tank top. You couldn’t help noticing the small things he was doing to draw your attention to his body. Whether it be fidgeting with the rings on his long fingers or adjusting the tank top ever so slightly so you can get a quick glimpse of this toned torso. You weren’t the only one who noticed what he was doing, Yeosang sat across from you with a look of jealousy plastered across his face. A part of you wanted to see how far you could take this situation before he admitted something was different between you two lately. You’d never imagine Yeosang actually acting upon anything so it was worth a shot.
Keeping up the causal conversation, you moved your body closer to Mingi. To the untrained eye, it would have looked like you simply shifted in your seat to get more comfortable but you knew exactly what you were doing. The movement caused your dress to ride up on your thighs ever so slightly. You could feel Mingi’s eyes scanning down your legs before making eye contact with you. When Yeosang first introduced you to his member, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find Mingi attractive. As you became closer to everyone, Yeosang noticed something was going on between you and Mingi but when he asked you about it, you simply brushed it off. After that Yeosang never brought it up again. Mingi has kept his distance from you ever since that day. A part of you feels like Yeosang said something to him about it but you never had the courage to ask.
In this moment, you could feel the tension beaming off of Mingi. You knew he’d never do anything with Yeosang there so naturally you fixed your dress and flashed some puppy dog eyes towards him. After a minute or so, Yeosang looked up from his phone and narrowed his eye at you.
“What do you want?”
He said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Can you get me a bottle of water please”
Flashing a smile at him as he groaned.
“Now is that any way to treat your best friend who came all this way just to see you perform?”
You said lightly. You knew Yeosang better than most people. He would also grab himself a bottle of water and most likely drink it before heading back with yours. It would give you a few moments to push things a little further with Mingi. Nothing too scandalous but maybe just enough to make Yeosang more jealous than before. You knew it was wrong but at this point, if this was the only way you’d be able to get him to admit something more was going on, you were willing to risk it. Like clockwork, he excused himself from the room. shutting the door with a loud bang.
“You know he sees what you're doing right?”
Mingi said with a devilish grin.
“I have no idea what you're going on about, Ming”
You sighed.
“Righhht. You definitely didn't push your dress a bit just then to make Yeosang jealous”
You couldn’t help feeling your cheeks heat up at his comment. He noticed your reaction, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear.
“You know pushing his buttons may result in something you may not be able to handle, princess.”
His hand lightly brushed up against your exposed thigh causing you to shiver. Everything in your brain was telling you to abort and go find Yeosang to apologise but your body remained still. Before you could muster up a response, the door opened and Yeosang returned with a bottle of water for you. Mingi reluctantly removed his hand from your thigh and stood up from his seat. Nodded slightly to Yeosang and gave you a quick wink before closing the door behind him.
Yeosang didn’t speak to you the entire way to the hotel. You could tell he was fuming by the way his jaw ticked as he watched the building pass by. You were too nervous to say anything to him because you didn’t want to make him more upset. So you stayed silent until you reached your hotel room. Before entering the room, you took your chance to say something to break the tension.
“Yeosang I-”
You were cut off by his lips smashing into yours. His hands immediately grabbed onto your neck as he pulled you close to him. Your back fell against the door as you pressed yourself into him. Breaking the kiss as a small gasp left your mouth when he gripped your waist roughly. You don’t remember when or how the door opened but before you realised, you were making your way into the hotel room. His lips never leave your as you find your way to the bed. Yeosang gently pushes you onto the bed. His eyes were full of lust as he took in the sight before him. You paused to catch your breath for a moment, you wish you could pinch yourself to be sure this wasn't a dream. Youe attention snapped back into focus as his deep voice rang through the room.
“y/n, stand up and strip for me. I will be right back”
He said.
You shot him a confused look before rising from the bed. He could sense you were hesitant so he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“Trust me”
Was all he said before turning on his heel and leaving the room. Your body shook with anticipation as you removed your clothing piece by piece until you were in nothing but your thin panties. You decided to keep a small part of your dignity by not removing them just yet. The door opened quickly as you turned to see Yeosang standing in the entryway to the room. The expression on his face almost looked much darker and devious. Something about this situation seemed a little odd as he continued to stand there with the door open. Without thinking you covered yourself, never removing your eyes from his.
“Would you look at that, she’s hiding herself from us”
Yeosang said in a low tone. Your heart dropped to your stomach. Us?
“Now, there’s no reason to be embarrassed. It’s just us, princess.”
Mingi’s tall frame stood behind him in the doorway. They closed the door before slowly walking towards where you stood. They’re eyes never leaving your body. You felt dizzy with confusion as they closed in on you. You couldn’t help the wetness pooling between your thighs as they stared at you like you were their last meal. Yeosang was the first to make contact with you. Snaking his hands around your waist, you leaned into his warm body. He spun you around on your feet so your back was flush against his chest. His hands continued to explore across your body leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
“You wanted my attention so badly earlier you were willing to act like a little slut with Mingi when you know you're mine.”
Yeosang’s voice vibrated against your neck as he pulled you in closer to him.
“You’ve never claimed me as yours. I can do whatever I want-”
Your words fell short as his hands made their way to your throat causing you to gasp at the new sensation.
“You’re right, I haven't claimed you because you’ve always been a good girl. That was until you tried to use Mingi to make me jealous.”
Your face burned with embarrassment but also excitement. Yeosang has always been so sweet to you, this was a side of him you’ve never seen before. It turned you on more than anything.
“Now we’re going to punish you for being such a naughty girl. Do you understand, y/n?”
Mingi growled as he stepped towards you. Yeosang continued to roam his hands freely over your body as Mingi placed a finger under your chin, raising your head so you could look at him.
“He asked you a question. Be a good girl and answer him”
Yeosang suddenly slapped your ass, making you cry out in pain. You nodded your head eagerly. Mingi moved his hands up to your face to pull you into a deep kiss. It was much different than the kiss you shared with Yeosang. Mingi’s was more eager when Yeosang was passionate. Yeosang let out a low moan as he felt your body reacting to Mingi’s touch. Your brain felt fuzzy as you tried to keep up with what was going on. They’re hands found their way to your breasts, teasing them roughly as you let out a small moan.
“Fuck”
You moaned.
Mingi’s hand worked its way down your body and found your clothed core. He drew small circles over your clit causing your back to arch onto Yeosang chest. You could feel his hard cock pressed against your ass as you leaned on his. He let out a groan as you moved yourself against him. Mingi broke away from your body for a moment to lead you towards the bed. The sudden loss of body heat made you shiver. They guided you to lay on the bed as they began removing their clothes. Your fingers moved lightly over your core making you gasp and moan at how wet you were. Yeosang and Mingi stared at your with wide eyes as you continued to touch yourself for them. Bucking your hips and whining at the desperate feeling.
“Touch me please. I need you.”
You whined.
“Begging already, princess? You’ll have to try harder than that to get what you want.”
Mingi teased.
“After what you pulled tonight, you need to prove to us you deserve our attention.”
Yeosang said while removing the rest of his clothes. You pulled your hands away from your heat and crawled towards the end of the bed. Once you were seated between the two men, you started rubbing their clothed erections through their underwear. They both felt impressive in size. Mingi wasted no time freeing his painfully hard cock from the confines of his underwear. You didn't wait for any direction from him as you began pumping his cock at a slow but steady pace. Yeosang took his time taking in the sight before freeing himself as well. Watching his best friend, the girl he’s wanted more than anyone else, jerk off one of his members. Yeosang shouldn’t be are turned on as he is but the sight in front of his was too erotic not to be aroused.
Reaching your hand out for Yeosang, you begin pumping him at the same pace. Mingi was definitely longer than Yeosang by an inch or so but he made up for what he lacked in length with how wide his cock was. Both men let out soft moans as you continued working their cocks. You turned towards Yeosang, attaching your wet mouth to the tip of his cock, tasting the sweet precum that was leaking out of it. You couldn't help moan as you pulled him deeper into your mouth until you began to gag slightly. This earned a loud moan from both men as Mingi weaved his hands into your hair, controlling to the pace of you sucking Yeosang’s cock.
“Mmmmm just like that. What a good slut”
Mingi moaned. He was enjoying watching Yeosang fall apart as you worked your tongue on the underside of his cock. Pulling away to gasp for air, your mouth was quickly filled when Mingi turned your head towards him and shoved himself down your throat. Setting a rough pace, he practically fucked your face as you rubbed your thighs together. Feeling your wetness dripping down your thighs. Coming up for air, strings of spit hung off Mingi’s cock from your mouth. Turning your attention back to Yeosang, your hands came up to lightly cup his balls as you continued taking his deeper into your throat.
“Fuck, y/n. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”
You looked up at him as he dropped his head back in bliss. Mingi grabbed your hair once again and held you down on Yeosang’s cock. Both men moaned as you did your best not to gag all over him. Reaching next to you, you pumped Mingi’s cock at a rough pace. He released his grip on your head allowing you a moment to breathe. It only took a minute or so more before Yeosang was bucking his hips and coming down your throat. You gladly swallowed every drop before you were pulled to your feet and placed onto the bed.
Mingi came to your side, attaching his mouth to your nipple. Sucking and pulling lightly with his teeth, making you cry out in pain and pleasure. Your head spun as Yeosang left wet kisses up your legs towards your soaking cunt. In one swift motion your panties were removed, Yeosang’s mouth replaced where the thin fabric once sat. Your back arched off the bed as you threw your head back. Your hands found his hair, lightly tugging at his scalp as you bucked your hips, chasing your high.
“Please please please need to cum”
You practically screamed. Gripping on to Mingi’s hands as he held on to your throat cutting off your air flow. You were gasping for air until he released the grip on your neck. Oxygen didn’t have the chance to fill your lungs when your body was overtook by your orgasm washing over you.
“Hyung, let me taste her”
Mingi said in a husky voice. Yeosang pulled himself away from your dripping pussy and made his way up to where you laid. Without giving you a second to process what was going on as you came down from your high, Yeosang attached his mouth to Mingi’s in a deep kiss. You grew wet again and reached your fingers down to your sensitive clit as you watched the two men share your release on their lips.
“So sweet”
Yeosang hummed again Mingi’s lips. You couldn’t help moaning their names as they brought their attention back to you.
“It seems our baby girl isn't satisfied yet?”
Mingi hummed.
“Do you need to be filled up, princess?”
You nodded feverishly in response. Mingi made his way between your legs, pulling you closer until the tip of his cock ever so slightly penetrated your tight hole, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Slowly he pushed his way into you. Yeosang assumed the position behind you so your head was resting gently against his stomach. Mingi didn’t give you a chance to adjust to his size before pulling almost completely out then slamming back into you. Your tits bounced as he pounded into you.
“Look how well she’s taking my cock, hyung. Such a good girl for us.”
Mingi moaned. Yeosang hummed his approval as he brushed some pieces of hair from your forehead.
“My sweet y/n. Taking his cock like that. Are you enjoying yourself?”
Yeosang waited a moment for a response before reaching down and slapping your clit lightly causing you to scream.
“y/n use your words”
He said sternly.
“Yes yes yes feels so good”
You screamed. The pleasure was almost too much to bear as Mingi drilled into you. His thrusts became sloppy as high was approaching. You whined and whimpered about needing to cum and it being too much for you to take. Without warning, Mingi withdrew from you and let out hot robes on cum all over your stomach and cunt.
“Look at the mess you made, Min. Don't you think we should clean you up?”
Yeosang and Mingi dropped their heads down between your thighs and onto your stomach, licking up every drop of cum off of you. You were so fucked out you barely even noticed each of them shoving their fingers into your mouth so you can get a taste. The small licks against your overly sensitive bundle of nerves was enough to send you over the edge once again. You hadn’t even come down from your high before feeling Yeosang pushing his cock against your entrance. Unlike Mingi, Yeosang took his sweet time working himself into you.
“God, you feel like heaven. I’ve waited so long for this”
Yeosang moaned loudly as he pumped into your throbbing hole. Mingi laid next to you, drawing lazy circled on your clit as Yeosang fucked into you sweetly. He was nowhere near as rough as Mingi was but was still hitting so deep inside you, your legs shook.. Your body felt like it was on fire in the most marvellous way.
After a few minutes, his thrusts changed from slow and steady to fast and deep. Even in your fucked out state, you somehow managed to still moan his name as he drilled into your abused hole.
“Take this cock baby. This pussy belongs to me. All fucking mine.”
Once again you were nodding like an idiot until Mingi placed his hands back on your throat and squeezed, earning a gasp from you.
“Use your words like a good girl, y/n”
He removed his hands from your throat allowing you to suck in a deep breath before responding.
“Yes, it belongs to you and only you. Fuck Yeosang dont stop!”
You screamed. Hearing his name was all the encouragement he needed to pick up the pace. He fucked into you harshly, your back arched so high you thought it might break if you took any more. Both of your orgasms were approaching as the entire room filled with the three of you moaning. Mingi pumped his cock in his fist at a steady speed while watching Yeosang slam himself into you.
“Please cum for me. Make me yours”
You cried. Tears spilled from your eyes as you clawed at his skin and held on to Mingi’s thigh as your third and final orgasm ripped through your body. Both men let out heavenly sounds as you came all over Yeosang’s cock. That was all he needed to push him over the edge as his thrust became sloppy.
“I’m gonna fuck every last drop of my cum into you”
Yeosang thrusted into you one last time before painting your walls with his seed. Mingi came within a second, spilling himself all over his hand and stomach.
The three of you laid in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Yeosang got up and walked to the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a warm towel and some water. Carefully they both cleaned you up and helped you to the bathroom. After you were done, Yeosang picked you up gently and brought you back to the bed. Tucking you into the soft blankets. You weren’t entirely sure when Mingi left but quietly Yeosang sank into bed next to you and pulled you close to him.
“Yeosang, I’m sorry for making you jealous-”
He cut you off with a tender kiss before you could continue.
“Y/n, it’s okay. Honestly I wasn’t jealous. I asked Mingi to help me finally tell you how I felt because I didn’t know what to say. Of course, in typical Ming fashion, he came up with a better idea”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words.
“Oh so that was all his idea then?”
You questioned playfully.
“Shhh don’t ruin the moment”
Yeosang closed his eyes and pulled you closer to his chest. He had a grin that made your heart melt written all over his face.
“Fine I’ll let it slide as long as I have you all to myself next time”
You said quietly.
“Whatever you want, princess. You’ll have to tell Mingi yourself though”
Summary - A bad breakup ends you up at your best friend's house crying but to your surprise, she wasn’t home. Her brother you’ve denied your feelings for since childhood makes you realize you never needed your ex in the first place.
Warnings - choking, unprotected sex, cheating (ex), and that’s pretty much it. Let me know if there’s anymore!
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I rush to winters house as tears run down my cheeks. I hit my steering in anger, my first relationship and I got cheated on…
The worst thing is I would’ve never expected this from Kun, he was always an affectionate loving boyfriend, always made me the center of his world. I loved him at some point of the relationship. I feel rage rush through me as I think of how stupid I was. I should’ve listened to winter and even hyuck warned me about him, but even with two people telling me no I didn’t listen
I pull into winter's driveway as tears continue to stream down my face “winter” I yell as I walk in knowing their parents were on a trip “she isn’t her- what happened?” I hear hyuck say from the kitchen as he pokes his head out the corner, now walking towards me
“He cheated” I smile weakly trying to make it less awkward now that I know winter isn’t here but her annoyingly handsome brother is, aka the cause of my annoyances since I was 10. “What did I say, he is no good” he sighs as he pulls me into a hug
I close my eyes as I take in his intoxicating scent and warmth “please don’t rub it in my face right now” I groan as I know I’d be hearing him brag about being right “I know I can do that later” he chuckles as I push him back slightly embarrassing as I see my tears left a wet spot on his shirt “sorry” I sniffle as I point at his shirt
“I don’t care” he replies with an eye roll, pulling me onto him again. “Why don’t we grab some snacks and watch a movie in my room like we did in the old days?” He coos as he pulls me into the kitchen “old days? You act like we’re 80” I laugh as he rolls his eyes “well I do hope you like me even when I’m 80” he pouts as he holds his hand to his chest “I’ll always like you” I coo as I hit his shoulder
“Good” he hums as we grab a few snacks from the pantry and make our way up to his room. I throw myself on his bed and let out a loud sigh as I feel the warmth of his blankets on my skin “I’m going to check if winter has any extra clothes I can borrow, I’ll be back” I groan as I get up from the comfy bed
“here just wear this” he says as he throws one of his baggy tees “thanks” I smile as I walk into his bathroom and lock the door. I take off my shirt and pants, leaving me in my panties since the shirt I was wearing didn’t corporate with the bras I had. I put on hyucks shirt and look in the mirror and sigh as I realize how good of a guy hyuck was
Although he was a pain in my ass he’s never made me genuinely mad to the point every other guy has which was pretty impressive. Winter knows about how I felt about him in the past and always encouraged me to date him but I would be embarrassed if I told him how I felt and got rejected by one of my longest friends and HER brother…
I would’ve much rather have had him as my first boyfriend than Kun. Although I loved Kun at a point he never really made me feel safe. There is a difference between thinking your emotionally secure and feeling safe which hyuck both gave rather than one
“You ok in there?” I hear him yell as I snap out of my thoughts “yeah I’m ok” I reply as I grab my clothes and walk out of the bathroom, now being faced with a shirtless hyuck in boxers on the bed. I drop my shirt as I feel my cheeks burn red “sorry it’s cold in here” I chuckle as I turn around and place my clothes onto his desk “mmh” he slyly hums as I look at him slightly embarrassed
“So what do you want to watch?” He hums as he flips through Netflix “something scary” I reply as I lay on the bed, tucking myself under the soft blankets. Hyuck nods and flips through the horror section, clicking on the conjuring
“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you know Kun was cheating on you?” He asks out of the blue but not taking me by surprise “I walked into him fucking some girl I’ve never seen before” I sigh “wow that’s pretty low even for him”
“I don’t get why some guys never see how lucky they are. I mean if I was him, another girl is the last thing I’d think about” he chuckles, freezing as he realizes what he just said “wh- I- I mean I’m kinda glad I caught him in a way…at least another girl would have to deal with his horrible sex” I shrug as I try and change the topic as I see hyucks cheeks a bright shade of pink from his comment
“Now that is not surprising” hyuck chuckles as he takes a bite of a cookie “at least now I don’t have to deal with the unsatisfying sex” I sigh as I grab a cookie and take a bite “like I said if I was him that wouldn’t have happened” he says now more confidently than the first time “why do you keep saying if I was him” I chuckle as I turn to face hyuck
“Because if I were to date you I’d make sure you’d never be unsatisfied in any way” he purrs “isn’t that nice to know” I chuckle as I nudge his arm with a smile “you know I’ve always kinda had a crush on you but knew you wouldn’t be interested” I sigh “what?”
“I’ve had a crush on you but I k-“ I repeat but get cut off by his lips crashing onto mine, a quiet moan slipping past my lips as I feel his teeth bite my bottom lip and then go back to ravaging my lips “hyuck” I moan out as I his hands roam all over my body
He pulls back, taking in my flushed complexion and my legs wrapped around his waist as he hovers over me “why didn’t you tell me that earlier” he groans as he moved a strand of my hair out of my face “I thought you wouldn’t feel the same so I spared myself the embarrassment” I smile as he sits back onto the bed
“You thought I’d reject you? Did you genuinely not get the signs I gave you?” He sighs as he runs his hands through his hair “what signs?!” I ask confused “well I- I…I guess it was as me just being mean”
“Wow, that was super obvious to me hyuck” I joke. I look at him confused as he sits and looks me up and down “what the hell was that for” I say with my arms crossed “I really like you in my shirts, especially with no bra” he winks as he pulls me onto him “also is it wrong to say I like seeing you cry, well I don’t enjoy seeing you sad but you look pretty when you cry” he coos
“That’s why you asked me to watch a movie with you mmh?” I purr as his hands snake their way onto my hips “maybe” he shrugs as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, putting us chest to chest. I slowly rub myself onto his lap, trying to make it seem like I was getting comfortable as I feel his hard cock through his boxers
He lets out a groan as I slightly bounce on his lap to get more “comfortable”
“I know what you're doing” he purrs as he grips my jaw “what do you mean?” I ask innocently causing hyuck to Scoff “it’s warm in here” I purr as I pull my shirt over my head. I hear his breath hitch as I purposely arch my back to make my nipple almost touch his lip. He looks up at me and smiles, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting all over my boobs “fuck” he whines as my hands tangle into his hair
I let out a whimper as I feel my body touch his “can I?” He asks with a raised eyebrow as he taps my inner thigh hinting at my panties “yes” I whine out as he wastes no time lifting me and dragging my panties down my legs. I feel two of his fingers run through my folds causing me to shake from the sudden touch
I look at him, his eyes closed as he takes in how wet I am. He holds his breath to listen to my wetness as he slowly rubs my clit “fuck” he hisses as he shoves two fingers into me, a loud moan spilling from my lips as his cold rings make me shiver
I bounce on his fingers slowly making him chuckle as he looks up at me and sees the lip between my teeth and my hands gripping onto his shoulders “god your gorgeous” he purrs as he kisses my shoulder with a smile
“Please hyuck” I whine out as I feel myself need more than just his fingers “mmh?” He hums “I want you in me, your cock in me” I whimper out “beg” he purrs as he moves his boxers down his thighs “please hyuck I need you in me, I want to feel you cum in me, I want y-“ I whine as I get cut off with a hard thrust
My eyes roll back as I feel his cock filling me, my walls squeezing him tightly as we moan out in pleasure, the sound of his moans making me wetter and hornier each time he whines and moans. “Fuckkk y/n” he hisses as his pace quickens, his grip on my hips tightening and slamming me harder onto his lap
“Oh my- g-“ I whimper out as I feel my juices drip down my leg, the sound of his cock slipping in and out making me smile. Hyucks lost in the pleasure as he pounds into me harder, gripping my neck tightly. The feeling of his cold rings on my neck making me whimper
My thoughts go fuzzy as I feel my orgasm building, the feeling of him tightly gripping my neck making it build up faster. My eyes lock with his as my mouth falls open, a silent cry coming out as my walls clench around him, shaking uncontrollably as his grip on my neck starts to make my ears ring, and my breaths get harder to catch as I grip onto his wrist
His grip loosens enough for me to let out a cry of pleasure, the feeling of him continuing to ram into me making me whine “I know baby it feels so good doesn’t it?” He whimpers into my mouth as he pulls me down and kisses me “your going to be the death of me” he purrs as he smiles at the sight of my saliva dripping down my chin and tears streaming down my face
“Fuckkk” he moans out as he feels me squeeze around him once again, no noise coming out of my mouth as my eyes roll back. I feel his seed spill into me making the squelching sound from my cunt louder “one more” he purrs as his thrust continue, my eyes widen from the fact that he could go another round after just cumming
“I- ca-“ I try and mutter out as the overstimulation starts to get too much “you can take it, just one more baby just one” he pouts as he moves my hair out of my face
One more turned into I’ve lost count as he pumped me full of his cum, just for him to fuck it out of me and fill me up again, my brain was fuzzy and dizzy with pleasure. His thighs were covered in our juices, the thought of us being too loud never coming to mind as he continued to fuck me senseless
“Hy- hyuck” I whine out as I shake yet again, crying out as he breaths heavily onto my neck, his thrusts getting sloppier as he fills me up again, his pace slowing as I fall onto him. I stay wrapped around his cock for a few minutes as we both take in everything that happened “you okay?” He asks as I lay on his chest as he pulls out of me causing me to shiver. We lay on the bed as I kiss his chest “mmh” I nod weakly as he moves my hair out of my face
“As much as I’d love to stay like this let me get you cleaned up” he coos as he lays me on the bed and gets up. He lifts me off the bed, carrying me to the shower as he kisses my cheek “you did perfect for me” he smiles as he turns on the water. “What about your sheets?” I ask as I stand up and let the water run down my face “I have an extra in my closet don’t worry”
“shit I’m sorry” I hear haechan sigh as he moves my hair off of my neck and sees bruises from his grip “It’s ok” I smile as I already know I’d be marked, not only on my neck but probably all the places his hands and teeth were “it’s not okay, I should’ve never lost that much control” he replies with regret “trust me you could never hurt me, and I liked how rough you were” I purr
He smiles worryingly and nods “just trust me you’ll let me know if I get too rough okay? Our code word can be red” he says reassuringly as he kisses my shoulders and forehead “I will” I smile as I hug him, letting the water run down both of us as he holds me up for balance just in case.
synopsis || to get back at your ex who cheated on you, you decide to take vengeance by employing the help of your potions classmate, haechan, who also happens to be your ex’s arch nemesis. the goal is to make a breakup potion and slip it into their drinks. but the potion goes wrong and turns into a cloud of lust which you both inhale. it seems there is another, more simple way to get back at your ex.
content || mature, minors do not interact! female reader, reader is cheated on, mild angst to fluff. explicit smut — semi–public sex, unprotected sex, sort of magic sex, aphrodisiac.
word count || 4.5k
author’s note || for @underworldnet’s halloween event — day four : potions.
in which jungkook eats y/n out or she sits on his face ( corruption aur or forbidden love)
why not both? 👉👈
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: forbidden romance, step!siblings au
warnings: mentions of blood and violence (not towards the reader), mentions of smoking, pseudo incest, corruption, dry humping, oral sex (f!receiving), face riding, soft dirty talk, so much praise <3
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His touch had a tendency to linger. Warm and earthy, keeping you grounded when you felt unsteady.
"Look at you. So fucking pretty."
His hands lay firm on your shoulders, refusing to let you turn away from the mirror.
You tried not to feel dejected, unable to help the sigh that fled your lips. While you appreciated Jungkook wanting to spend time with you and taking you to parties, it was hard to have a good time when so many girls there couldn't stand you. Especially your classmates; including his ex girlfriend, Eunji. In their eyes, you were nothing but a nuisance that hogged all of his attention. Poor, little loser who had no friends and needed her older brother to help her make some.
"So pretty," Jungkook murmured, pressing his lips into your temple. "Want you to have fun, okay? We can go home whenever you want."
He always kept his promises, so most of the time, you tagged along anyway. You didn't want him to see your discomfort. To your surprise, the hushed conversations about you died down quickly. Coming into college, instead of mean comments you found Eunji missing from your classes, rumored to have broken her leg over the weekend. Her friends avoided your eyes, and you couldn't help but feel uneasy.
A tsk. A flick of a lighter. Blood dripping from the banister of an abandoned staircase.
"Goddammit, Jungkook," a sigh. Smoke curling in the air. Namjoon's lips wrapped around a lit cigarette, and hands wrapped tightly around Eunji's pale ankles. "Messy kid."
All the same, he knew how to make you float on air; or at least that was how it felt. But the further he sank into your heart, the further the pearly gates strayed from you. Perhaps you were never floating; perhaps it was all just Jungkook. Knowing you couldn't reach heaven no more, he grabbed the gates and forced them down to earth for you, distorting reality around you. He didn't care what he crushed beneath their weight, as long as you were happy and by his side.
"Just wanna hold you, baby," the low, tired mumble didn't compare to the steel grip he had on your waist, nose buried in your neck.
Many people didn't realize that Jungkook was an affectionate person. He often pulled you into his lap when he needed to feel you close; and not once did you ever question his intentions. There was no one in the world who cared for you the way he did. Was that why you found yourself slipping away under his fingertips? Was that why you stayed so still the first time his hand sneaked under your skirt?
"You good, baby?"
You could only nod, not trusting your own voice. Jungkook hummed in acknowledgement, caressing the inside of your thigh. For a while, he let you sit there, your back against his chest, your heart pounding away. You knew you should have said something, but his thumb was only close enough to the edge of your panties. He wasn't touching you anywhere else.
You tried to rationalize the situation, but it was difficult when your cunt was throbbing, soaking your underwear. Shame alone made you shudder against him, and Jungkook lowered his head, free hand giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze.
"Something wrong?"
The feigned innocence in his voice made your thighs clench. You shook your head, attempting to breathe calmly.
Jungkook kissed your cheek and removed his hand from underneath your skirt then, gently taking a hold of your waist.
"I'm gonna be late."
You could only stare as he got up to pull on his jacket. You looked so confused, so flustered.
"I'll see you later, baby."
But Jungkook liked to keep things casual. There was no need for apologies or lengthy explanations. That would only insinuate that he was doing something wrong, when he definitely wasn't. He just wanted to be there for you. In every possible way.
"My sweet girl."
Bent over the bed, the picture of your abandoned homework and recent exam results disappeared from your sight.
With his hips pressed into yours, Jungkook humped you slowly, the bulge in his sweats rubbing up against your swollen clit.
"My smart, pretty baby. I'm so fucking proud of you. Fuck."
You mewled quietly, your stomach clenching and pussy dripping, staining the cotton material of your leggings.
Sometimes it was difficult to be noticed and appreciated; but Jungkook never let you feel that way.
"Feel good, angel? Yeah? Shit, want to feel you come."
The more life tried to beat you down, the more Jungkook's grip on you tightened, offering the kind of support and encouragement that didn't compare to anything else. He worshipped your body and soul, nourishing it with soft kisses and praises that filled your head up with beautiful, hazy colors.
"Always gonna take care of my baby," a murmured promise, followed by a hot lick. He practically purred as he buried his face in between your thighs, massaging your clit with his skilled tongue. You gripped the sheets beneath you, moaning softly, one hand trailing down to bury itself in his inky hair.
"Fuck yeah," the words were breathy, muffled, his tongue running up and down your folds. "So good. You're so fucking sexy."
You whined when he sucked your clit into his mouth. It sounded so lewd, his spit mixing with your slick, but he groaned so shamelessly you couldn't focus on being embarrassed. Your stomach was twisting, hips jerking when he released the sensitive bud from his hold.
He looked up at you, his thumb tracing over it softly.
"Come here," he mumbled, pressing wet kisses into your thigh. "You gonna be good for me?"
"Mhm," you managed breathlessly.
You didn't expect to be pulled up, his grip on your ass strong, his back hitting the mattress.
"Then sit on my face, yeah?"
Your breath hitched, knees already retreating backwards. Jungkook tightened his grip on you, ringed, tattooed fingers digging hard into your flesh, once again refusing to let you hide away.
"Baby, you better sit the fuck down before I make you."
With a quiet whine you gave in, letting him lower you onto his face, encasing his head with your thighs.
"Yeaah. Fuck. There's my good girl. Grind down, sweetheart."
Jungkook wasn't anything if not patient. He taught you how to ride a bike, how to-
"That's it. Gonna fuck yourself on my tongue? Yeah? Love this pretty little cunt so much, baby."
You were beginning to melt away, his tongue filthy both with words and in the way it thrusted inside you. You clenched around it, your hips stuttering before speeding up their rhythm.
"Oh! Mhm, please."
Jungkook always had a way of getting what he wanted; and what he wanted right now was for you to come all over his tongue without a single care in the world. He knew how to fuck you with it to achieve just that, aiding you in losing yourself, grinding harder. He groaned into your clit when your orgasm hit you, his mouth restless between your thighs to catch everything you gave him.
He didn't think he ever heard you swear before, and the dirty words leaking out of you along with cum had his heart and his cock jumping.
"Fuck, fuck! Ohh-"
A good, flat lick up your cunt, then a kiss on your sensitive clit as your thighs trembled.
"Good fucking girl."
Gently, he led you backwards to help you sit, but you practically collapsed against the bed rest, your knees nothing but cotton.
He was there immediately, one hand around your thigh, the other brushing your hair back.
"My best girl," he pressed a kiss into your lips, his taste mingled with yours. "My pretty baby. So fucking gorgeous. Felt good?"
You nodded, mind too foggy to formulate a coherent response.
Jungkook busied himself with pressing more kisses into your neck, each one tender and meaningful. "Always gonna love you, baby. Not gonna let anyone take you from me."
Your breathing turned into soft sighs, chills erupting down your spine. Jungkook was the only one who knew how to do that to you; and the craving you felt for him lessened any feelings of guilt for your actions, until they disappeared altogether. You loved him and trusted him with all you had.
So far the love you've seen and felt from him had only been the tip of the iceberg. You had no idea what lurked beneath in its frightening depths. But whatever it was, somewhere in the shadows, you could always count on it to hold you gently with its claws. Monsters had hearts, too; and his belonged to you.
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25) “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to the bed.”
82) “You’re on your worst behaviour.”
Summary: You’re on a roadtrip with Ateez and due to not enough seats in the car you end up having to sit on Yunho’s lap, because of this you decide to have a little fun during the car ride, it’s all fun and games until you get to your hotel room.
Prompt List MasterList Buy me a Coffee
It was an intense game of pulling straws, there were 9 of you going on a trip and 5 hotel rooms were booked so obviously everyone was fighting over who got a room to themselves, the only way to stop everyone fighting was to pull straws. With 2 green, 2 red, 2 blue, 2 yellow and 1 plain everyone was praying for the plain whether it be out loud or in their heads. “Okay guest goes first.” Hongjoong calls holding all the straws in one hand, you were not exactly happy about this, the odds not being in your favour. You took a small breath and pulled your straw. “Green! Unlucky y/n.” the rest of the group having a small grin on their faces knowing the single room was still up for grabs. The game continued and 2 straws were left, so far the room arrangements were San and Yeosang, Hongjoong and Wooyoung and you and Jongho needing roommates since Seonghwa secured the single room. A new game of rock paper scissors had broken out between Mingi and Yunho to determined who got to go first, after a few rounds Mingi came out the victor pulling a yellow straw causing Yunho’s face to slightly drop as he knew the only colour left was green, meaning you two were roommates. “Can we have a do over?” Yunho asked quietly, not really wanting to be the one to room with you, it’s not that he didn’t exactly like you but there was kind of a love hate situation between you, most of the time you got on well but there were days where you couldn’t stand the sight of each other and for the sake of the trip he didn’t want to take his chances. “We’re not going through all that again, it’s taken us long enough.” Wooyoung whined from the back, too eager to get the trip started. Yunho let out a defeated sigh as the rest of you went off to get your bags.
Summary: Someone needs to be reminded who they belong to.
Prompt List MasterList Kintktober 2022 Buy me a Coffee
That was it, that was the last straw. San didn’t mind you joking around with his band mates, hell he was over the moon that you all got along and you were quickly welcomed into the friendship group but today you took it too far. In your defense San’s mind had been to focused on his work recently and you haven’t had half the attention you craved so why not test his patience. You didn’t want to overstep boundaries with both San and the group so you went to the one person who you knew would help you out without asking a single question, Wooyoung.
Summary: Yunho never really noticed the height difference between you two, he knew it was there but it never had an effect on him, until he sees you wearing one of his shirts.
Prompt List MasterList Kintktober 2022 Buy me a Coffee
“Hey guys who does this remind you of?” Seonghwa asks showing the image of a cartoon duo with a large height difference that was on his phone, everyone including yourself erupted into fits of laughter but you didn’t stop your eyes rolling at the joke that was clearly aimed at you and Yunho. You were used to the height jokes at this point and you kind of expected it to happen given their sense of humour and their love for teasing everyone, you could never get mad or upset over it, if anything it made you feel more welcomed among your boyfriend’s friend group.
Summary: When Seonghwa overhears a conversation you have with your friend it gives him all sorts of ideas on how he can surprise you in the bedroom.
Prompt List MasterList Kintktober 2022 Buy me a Coffee
After an eventful day, Seonghwa kicks his shoes off at the door with his bag slouched down against the wall before making his way through the apartment, wondering where you were since he wasn’t meant to be home this early, so he wanted to surprise you. It was a surprise at the fact that you barely heard him coming in, too busy chatting away to your best friend on the phone in the bedroom. Seonghwa stops just outside, ear pressed against the wall as his eyes shoot wide open,
“Oh my god, I honestly agree. I’d lose all control if Seonghwa used hickeys as a way of marking his territory. At the moment we’re still in the honeymoon phase, and don’t get me wrong, I love every second but the day that switches up, he’s got me forever”. He knew he shouldn’t be invading a personal conversation, but the way his lips curl at the edges, just needed to know more. That’ll be your surprise, cogs turn in that head of his, brushing his black locks back before plastering his ear back to the door, listening to you unravel all of the nasty things you want, well need him to do.
Summary: You’ve been hired by Hongjoong, a single father, to babysit his son, but falling for your new boss wasn’t exactly what you expected to happen.
Prompt List MasterList Kintktober 2022 Buy me a Coffee
You stood at the door of the address you had scribbled down on the small piece of paper in your hand, your nerves started to get the better of you in this moment, it was only a babysitting job so you had no idea why you were so nervous but it was that bad you almost walked back home.
“Come on, get a grip it’s not like you’re going to die.” You quietly say hyping yourself up. With a deep breath you calm your shaking hands and knock on the door. Small shuffles could be heard from the other side before the door handle started to fidget and open. You were taken aback seeing as no one met your line of sight but upon looking down you were greeted with a bright eyed toddler.
“Why hello there.” You coo kneeling down to his height.
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"You want me to what?!"
"Come on, there are worse things," Taeyong tried talking you down.
"I'd rather Lilith drag me to hell herself."
"Okay, now you're just being dramatic. Haechan's not that bad."
"Oh, no, he's just an annoying, pompous asshole."
"I-" before he could get in another word, you cut him off.
"Why can't you just send Sungchan? He's one of the newbies. The experience will be good for him anyway."
"I sent him and Shotaro to Oregon with Yuta to take care of a crossroads demon."
"Jaehyun?"
"Vampire nest in France with Jeno."
"Renjun?"
"Shapeshifter in Morocco."
"Kun?"
"On vacation," Taeyong sighed. "Look, you two are some of the best hunters I know, and I really need you on this case. Both of you."
You knew you couldn't keep standing here bitching over this when the real problem was still at large. People were still getting hurt, and you couldn't let your feelings of anguish toward him get in the way of your job.
You rolled your eyes before sighing, "When do we leave?"
"Been waiting on you."
Looking over your shoulder, you glare at the man standing in the doorway of the room designated to be Taeyong's office. Haechan smirked at you before winking. You scoff, turning back to Taeyong.
"You're gonna owe me," you tell him.
"Wouldn't have asked if I wasn't expecting to," he handed you the file, "Safe trip, you two," Taeyong smiled.
"We're leaving in fifteen," you told Haechan, "And we're taking my car."
Haechan held up his hands like he wasn't gonna argue with you about that, which was surprising, but you quickly brushed past it and Haechan out of the room.
"Haechan." Taeyong called him before he left, "Please don't kill each other and make it back in one piece."
"No promises," Haechan said before leaving.
. . .
The first hour was filled with tense silence between the two of you. Every time Haechan tried to start a conversation, you would shut him down, not wanting to hear anything he had to say.
It wasn't until he picked up the file from Taeyong sitting on your dashboard did you finally let him get some words in since he was actually saying something helpful.
"Says there have been four victims in the last five weeks."
"All the same motive?"
"Yeah, all four of them were drained of their blood. Completely."
"Vampires?"
"No teeth marks were found. So, it's no looking likely."
"Any connection between the victims?"
"No, not that I can tell. Aside from living in the same area code, none of these people had anything in common."
"Great, this makes our job much easier. What about a vengeful spirit? Or demon?"
"Could be. But can't say for sure until we get there."
Haechan closed the file and threw it into the backseat.
He sunk into the passenger's seat, about to change the song playing on the radio before you slapped his hand away.
"My car, my music."
Haechan sucked his teeth, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Fine. I was gonna try to take a nap anyway."
"Whatever gets you to stop talking."
Glaring over at you one last time, Haechan shifts in the passenger's seat, turning his back to you and shutting his eyes.
Hours have passed, and you've been driving on the dark road with no cars ahead or behind you for miles now. The only thing accompanying you in the darkness was the low hum of music coming from the speakers and Haechan's soft snores.
It didn't even register you had been driving for so long until you started seeing the sun rising from behind the horizon.
Haechan woke up with a stiff neck to find the car at a stop, and you were no longer inside with him. Taking in his surroundings, Haechan realized you had stopped for gas.
You were so spaced out you almost didn't hear him getting out of the car, the slamming of the door bringing your attention to him.
You looked over at the Gemini, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn.
"How much longer do we have to go?" Haechan asks.
"Three more hours."
"Okay, you should let me drive," He tells you.
"No-"
"You've been driving all night. It won't do any good if you fall asleep at the wheel and kill us before we can even get there."
He's right. It irks you, having to admit he's right.
You took the pump out of the tank once it was filled and closed the hatch.
You held out your keys, Haechan ready to take them, but you retracted your hand before he could.
"Be gentle with her. This is my baby."
"Baby," he scoffs, "You know I can be gentle when I wanna be," he says, taking your keys and getting into the driver's side.
You were blaming your lack of sleep on the way his words had an effect on you.
You shook the thoughts away and got back into the car, your eyes shutting almost instantly before Haechan could even pull out of the gas station.
. . .
"Oh, you gotta be fucking with me."
Now, this was an upgrade from your usual shitty motels. There was a couch a full bathroom, a minibar, and a queen-sized bed. One queen-sized bed.
And you have no doubt in mind who was probably responsible for this.
"I'm gonna fucking kill Johnny," you mutter.
"Get in line."
You were expecting to have to flip a coin or something.
"You can take the bed. I'll be fine with the couch," Haechan says, settling his things down.
"Suit yourself," you said happily dropping your things and heading towards the bed practically calling your name.
"I'm gonna shower. Then we can head over to the coroner's office?"
"Fine with me. Wake me if I'm not up in an hour." you say resting your head on the pillow.
The bathroom door closed, and you got comfortable on the bed. It wasn't the most comfortable mattress, the bed springs digging into your back, but you've had worse, so you weren't gonna complain. The sound of the water running was the last thing you remember hearing before your eyes fluttered shut, and you drifted off to sleep again.
. . .
You walked out of the morgue, thoroughly annoyed. And feeling Haechan's unbothered presence was pissing you off even more.
Bad enough that Mark thought it would be a funny enough fucking joke to give you fake badges with the same last name, leading the coroner to assume you were married. And instead of correcting her, Haechan thought it would also be funny to play along and act as if you were.
So while you were actually working, examining the bodies, and trying to figure out what was responsible for the deaths of those four people, Haechan was talking up your fake five-year marriage on the spot with the coroner. You know he's good at this part of the job, but there's no reason for him to be this good.
Haechan loosens his tie walking in tow with you back to your car after you finish your questioning.
"See, that wasn't so bad," Haechan says, and you roll your eyes at him. "Alright, when are you gonna pop this hate boner you have for me?" he asks.
You scoff, "Whenever that big ass ego of yours deflates."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Like you don't fucking know," you mutter.
"Yeah, I fucking don't. So why don't you stop acting like a pouty little brat and just tell me."
You didn't say anything, and Haechan sighed.
"I thought you said you weren't mad about that."
"I'm not but that doesn't mean I have to like you after you did it."
"It was two years ago!"
"And it was fucked up. But it's funny enough you keep showing up whenever you think I'm in need of saving."
"Need I remind you I am the one who quite literally saved you from being that werewolf's late night snack?"
You grumble at him under your breath, walking away.
He tries to keep up with your steps, following you to the car.
"Look, I'm sorry," he said, and you finally stopped, "For everything. I didn't mean to shut you out. I was just...scared," he admits
"Of what? I thought we were both very clear about where we stood."
"And I still cared about you. You know what it's like getting close to something in this line of work," Haechan tells you, "And I wasn't just gonna let you die for the sake of your own ego. You're too good of a hunter for us to lose."
You didn't even think you still held this much anger towards him until now. You didn't want to anymore, seemingly taking this long to get over it. And it would make this job a lot less painful if you weren't stuck thinking about the past.
"Don't try to flatter me now, Donghyuck." You say, a phantom smirk playing on your lips. "You're still an annoying, pompous asshole," you say.
Haechan snickers, putting his hands in his pockets and walking up to you.
"And you're a heartless, whiny little brat," he smirked at your offended expression. He then stepped back and asked, "Wanna grab breakfast?" quickly changing the subject.
"You really wanna eat now?"
"Can't work on an empty stomach," Haechan says, "I'll buy," he offers.
"Fine. But, after, we're going to the crime scenes."
"Yes, Mrs," Haechan teases, laughing when you shoot him another death glare.
. . .
"You okay?" Haechan asks as he enters the run-down house.
"Yeah," you shake the unsettling feeling and follow in behind him, "We're getting close."
"But we still have time. We just need to find her heart and kill her. Simple."
Yeah, simple.
The one thing you hate about witches is how difficult they make it to hunt them. Using glamour spells to appear as whoever they want or hexing five random people as a part of some ritualistic sacrifice trying to raise something much more malicious back from the dead. They're always unpredictable.
"I'll check upstairs," you tell him.
Haechan nods, heading towards the living room to check the first floor, "Hey, Haechan."
"Yeah?" he turns around.
"Don't be stupid and get yourself killed," you say.
He nods again with a smirk, "You too."
Reaching the top of the stairs, you held up your shotgun as you crept down the halls, carefully checking every room you passed. The floorboards croaked under your weight with each step you took.
It was deathly silent; your ears started to ring. You couldn't even hear Haechan downstairs as you reached the end of the hallway.
You pushed the last door open with the barrel of your gun and started looking around. Different plants and herbs were scattered all over the room, and you made sure to stay a safe distance away, not sure what some of them were.
When you found the room was clear, you lowered your weapon and looked around, finding a book that you could only assume was her grimoire, opened to a page.
Careful flipping through the pages, you find the ritual she was trying to perform, only needing a few more things, including one last victim, before it's complete.
Supplies and ingredients were laid out all over the table, most of the things looking unfamiliar since she was using an older method of magic.
Among the items, a box unlocked. The box holding the witch's heart.
"Now, who's the heartless one," you mumble.
"That one's still up for debate," the voice sent a chill down your spine.
You turn around, aiming your gun, but it's too late.
In her true form, thin skin stretched across the witch's face, baring rotting teeth. You could barely see anything else as she wore a tattered black cloak, the hood covering most of her face.
She grabbed the barrel with long bony fingers, making you miss your shot, and shot the wall behind her instead. Before you could reload, she held out her hand, blowing the contents sitting in her palm in your face.
A floral scent invaded your senses, and your nose felt tingly as you inhaled whatever powder she possessed.
You heard the sound of Haechan calling your name, his footsteps rushing to your location as your body hit the floor.
"You both have been very entertaining to watch. You looking at him when he's not paying attention, and him looking at you once you turn away. Ugh! it's just someing about the secret pining that gets me everytime. So beautiful yet…so painful," the witch looks off dramatically into the distance, "But don't worry now, child. I have freed you of your misery." she speaks, smiling widely.
Before Haechan could get a shot, she moved faster than you'd expect, and she's a lot stronger than you's think for a few centuries-old witch.
"Haechan," you weakly called his name.
He was quickly disarmed and he couldn't seem to be able to move.
"Ah, I get what all the fuss is about. He's even cuter up close. I might save him for myself," the witch wickedly grinned, "You'd make a perfect vessel," she caressed Haechan's face.
Her skeletal fingers wrapped around Haechan's throat, squeezing his airway.
Using all the strength you could muster, you reached for the box with her heart. She fell to the ground, weakly crawling toward you to try and stop you as the shard of glass in your hand pierced through the rotted tissue. She cursed at you as she wailed out in agony.
"You'd do it too, for love," was the last thing she said before burning to ashes.
"Call us even now," you teased Haechan before you toppled in pain.
"You okay?" Haechan rushes to your side.
"No, something's very wrong. It hurts," you whine.
"What? Where?"
"Everywhere. I don't know what the fuck she did to me."
"Okay. We gotta get you outta here," Haechan slung your arm around his neck, helping you to your feet.
You clung onto Haechan, stumbling over your feet, leaving the house with Haechan's arm around you, keeping you upright.
You squirmed in the passenger's seat, the pain getting even worse.
"Haechan, I can't. Everthing fucking hurts," you cry.
Haechan's knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped the wheel, applying more pressure to the gas, rushing back to your hotel.
You felt like you were burning inside out while simultaneously being stabbed. Yet you were thinking about how hot Haechan looked. Maybe the end is near.
Haechan's face was set in a hard line, his jaw clenched as he did about 30 over the speed limit. You found your eyes drifting over to him, distracting yourself for a moment. Haechan's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the muscles in his arms rippling under his skin as he held onto the steering wheel. From the dark brown strands falling over his eyes to the jeans hugging his thighs so deliciously you couldn't resist the urge to press your thighs together.
Your pain subsided for only a second before you shook those thoughts from your head, and your nerves returned to screaming in agony.
Haechan could care less about how badly he parked the car before running over to your side and helping you out of the car, rushing you into the hotel. Thankfully it was late, and no one was in the lobby other than the receptionist you slipped past without detection.
The moment you entered your room, you pushed Haechan away and locked yourself in the bathroom. You were taking a cold shower to bring your temperature back down, but you couldn't shake the thoughts of Haechan out of your mind. How good he smelled, how his body felt against yours with you tucked into his side, the genuine concern he showed for you-
You didn't even realize you had your hand between your thighs until you finally felt relief, stroking your clit. You bit your lip, trying to conceal any moans threatening to spill out of your lips. You desperately rubbed your clit, feeling the strongest need for release right now.
Your eyes were closed, and all you envisioned behind closed eyelids were Haechan. His face, his voice—everything was overwhelming.
You were already so close to cumming, as you thought of Haechan's fingers instead of your own.
You scraped your nails down the tiled walls, that knot inside you so close to breaking. Until you heard a knock on the door.
"You okay in there?" Haechan asks from the other side.
You snap out of it, opening your eyes as guilt and pain washed over you.
You cleared your throat, "Yeah. I'll be out in a second," you yelled to him.
The shower only helped temporarily. You were lying on the bed, half-naked, a thin layer of sweat covering your entire body.
You tried to wait for Haechan to come back after getting off the phone and hopefully with a solution to this. You were exhausted but still in too much pain to even try sleeping.
Your body jolted, alert once again, hearing the door slamming.
"Haechan?"
He didn't hear you calling his name as he flipped through the pages of the witch's grimoire you snagged from the house before leaving. Once Haechan stopped turning through the book, his eyes bounced around the page, reading whatever was written.
"Haechan?" you call him again.
He tore his eyes away from the page and met your gaze.
"What is it?" you ask.
For once, it seemed Haechan was at a loss for words. And his silence was beginning to scare you.
"Haechan, please just tell me," you pleaded.
He sighs, "If it's what Jaemin think's it is, it was phoenix's blossom she hit you with. It's pretty high grade and usually associated with spells of desire."
You thought this information would've clarified at least a few things, but you were more confused, leaving you with even more questions than answers.
"Okay, then why the hell does it feel like I'm dying?"
"The neglect of the heart's desires will ignite the eternal fires from within. Scorching the soul along with it," he read from the pages.
Fuck me.
You manage to roll out of bed and over to the minibar, pouring yourself a shot of whiskey.
If you're going to die before you're 30, you're going to at least have one last drink if it really is the end.
It was like you could feel Haechan's eyes on you as you poured another drink, the alcohol not being enough to eliminate your pain but numb it enough that it became bearable for you.
You didn't even notice Haechan had moved until he was standing next to you, pouring himself a drink.
He didn't say anything, just sipping on the amber liquid, carefully watching you. He looked at you blankly, and you couldn't tell what he was thinking. You were only starting to focus on how much prettier he looks up close.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" you ask him, annoyed with the wordless staring.
"What are you thinking?"
You scoff before downing the rest of your drink without as much as a wince, "What am I thinking? How pissed I am some old hag got the jump on me like this. How I'm gonna haunt Taeyong's ass from beyond the grave. How I'm never getting those twenty bucks Chenle still owes me." you half-joked.
The feeling of Haechan's fingers reaching out for your hand made you finally meet his eyes.
You sighed, "How angry it makes me to look at your face sometimes. How bad I wish things didn't get so fucked up because you were still my friend," you didn't notice he was slowly pulling you closer, "And how badly I miss the way you used to touch me."
He cupped your face, staring into your eyes.
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Why should I?"
"Cause I'm tired of looking at your stupid face," you didn't try too hard to push him away.
Your skin burns under his touch when Haechan grabs your waist, "Ah. Was this the same stupid face you were thinking about when you were trying to get off in the shower?"
Haechan teased you when embarrassment took over your face.
"You think I don't remember what you sound like even when you so desperately try to keep quiet."
Haechan cups your jaw, bringing your face closer.
"You don't think I miss the pretty noises you'd make for me."
You could feel the flood of arousal throughout your body, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
Haechan's eyes are dark, and when you bring your hand to his cheek, you feel how warm his skin is compared to yours.
"Haechan, you're-"
"I know," was all Haechan said.
The residue of the phoenix's blossom on his clothes was evidence enough.
"This shit feels like poison coursing through my veins. And it is unbearably fucking hot in here. But I can't seem to pull myself away for you," Haechan pulled you flush against him.
"I wanna hear you say it," you stop him with your finger on his lips.
"I want you so bad, it's killing me," he said light-heartedly.
With that, your lips were on his.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, weaving your fingers in his hair. You moaned into his mouth when he pressed your body into the bar behind you.
You swipe your tongue along the seam of his lips, tangling with his before fighting for dominance. Haechan's hands were all over your body. He cupped your breasts over your bra, softly rubbing your sensitive nipples through the material, making you moan against his lips. You push the both of you away from the bar, Haechan blindly leading you to the bed.
His legs hit the bed, and you push him down onto the springy mattress, climbing on top of him. Haechan's hands guided your hips, grinding into his cock, your shorts, and his jeans being the only thing between you. His hands kneaded your ass firmly as you dragged your hips against his.
"Hyuck," you breathe his name. Haechan groans, even more blood rushing to his dick from the way his name sounded rolling off your tongue.
You started pulling on Haechan's shirt until you got it over his head and off his body, now lying on the floor. You trail your lips down his jaw, nipping his skin between his teeth, leaving openmouthed kisses on the side of his neck. Haechan slid his hand over the curve of your ass, sliding up your back, reaching for the clasp on your bra. He couldn't keep his hands off you. Haechan flipped you onto your back before he slipped one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking the perky bud with the tip of his tongue. You arch into Haechan's touch, his saliva covering your areola as he gives the same attention to the opposite one.
Haechan starts kissing down your body. He sinks his teeth into your skin, taking in how responsive you are to him.
Placing one last kiss on your hip, Haechan hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, tearing them down your legs along with your soaked panties.
Haechan's intense gaze made you want to close your legs out of embarrassment, but he didn't allow them, keeping them apart with his hands. He runs a finger through your folds, coating his fingers in your slick.
Your hips instantly lift against his hand, and he takes amusement in the way you pouted when he drew his hand away.
"Fuck you," you whine.
"We're getting there, baby. Patience." Haechan doesn't hesitate to bring his fingers to his lips, licking your essence off his hand.
He hums, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. You could've sworn you watched his eyes grow darker; you could barely tell they were brown anymore.
"Taste as good as I remember, angel," Haechan licks his lips.
Bringing his hand back between your thighs, Haechan sinks two fingers into your cunt, easily breaching your walls from how wet you are. Moans bubbled up in your throat, the feeling of his fingers curling against your gummy walls eliminating the excruciating pain you were in.
You grab onto his wrist, rolling your hips into his hand.
"Haechan..please fuck me."
A sound resembling a growl rumbled in his chest, hearing you beg for him.
You pathetically whined when Haechan left you empty and untouched as he started to take off the last thing he was wearing. Kicking his jeans off, letting his boxers be the last to join the rest of the clothes on the floor, Haechan strokes his cock in his hand. Your mouth waters as you press your thighs together at the sight of him.
"You know it's been a minute, baby, and I haven't properly prepped you. Think you can take it?" he teases.
You wrap your hand around his length, squeezing your fist around him, making him curse lowly.
"Can you?" you raise an eyebrow.
Haechan pushes you back onto your back, giving you no warning before slamming into you.
"Oh, my fucking god, Hyuck!" you cried, your nails painfully digging into his shoulders.
"You're so wet—shit. Pussy feels so fucking good." Haechan groaned, thrusting into you.
You roughly grabbed his hair, smashing your lips into his, and Haechan's pace started to pick up. He dropped his head to watch his cock slip into your heat easily, every time he eased out of you just to fill you up to the hilt again.
Haechan sat back on his haunches, still fucking into your messy pussy. Haechan was in awe of the sight beneath him. The way you tried to move your hips to match his movements but had a hard time keeping up because of the pleasure fogging up your mind.
With his hands still on your waist, Haechan pulled you up to sit in his lap, sinking down even further on his cock.
You threw your head back, moaning shamelessly. You held onto him, gyrating your hips against his. Haechan grabbed your ass, lifting you up before letting you sink back down, the tip of his cock brushing your sweet spot.
"You're so hot," Haechan's eyes were glossed over as he looked at you. Your walls clenched around him tightly, humming in agreement as you studied his face.
You gripped his chin between your fingers, squishing his cheeks together before you planted a kiss on his lips.
"I want—I need more. Please, Haechan," you pant against his lips.
The corners of his lips curled up mischievously. Haechan pushed you back onto the bed, leaving you empty. He then manhandled you onto your hands and knees. You kept your hips raised in the air as he easily slipped back in, bottoming out. You moaned into the sheets, gripping them, feeling Haechan's cock stretch you in the most delicious ways.
"Fuck, angel," he rasped.
Haechan's fingers gripped your body, bruisingly tight as you matched his rhythm and moved your hips, your skin meeting in sharp slaps each time. Haechan grabbed your ass, spreading your cheeks and watching your sopping pussy swallow his cock. You could feel the slick dripping down your thighs, probably making a mess on Haechan as well.
"You feel so fucking good, Hyuck," your words were muffled by bedding beneath you.
"Poor baby. So desperate to cum," he started stroking your clit, making you squirm. "Good thing you have me to help make you feel better," he pressed a kiss below your jaw.
"Unfortunately, you're the only thing that can," you tease.
Haechan scoffs as if he took real offense to those words. But oh, was it the best decision you've made all night.
He forced your head back into the pillows, deepening your back's arch and fucking you relentlessly.
"Yes, yes, yes. P-Please—Haechan!"
"You feel that? How good I'm making you feel. Have I already fucked you dumb, sweetheart?" he said in a condescending tone, "What was it you said before?" he asked. Haechan knew you didn't have half a mind to think about anything from even two seconds ago, too consumed in the euphoric feeling of him blowing your back out.
"Hyuck..." was all you could say, and he proudly smiled.
"That's right, baby. Say my name. Remind yourself who's fucking you this good."
"Please, Hyuck. I'm gonna cum."
"Me too, angel." He snaked his hand down between your legs, rubbing your puffy clit.
You cried into the sheets. The sound of your ass slapping against his pelvis mixed with your muffled whines and Haechan's breathy moans.
"Let me feel that pretty pussy cum around me," he said in your ear.
Your pussy had a vice grip on his cock, nearing the edge. Your walls pulsed around his length, your legs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.
"Haechan, Haechan, Haechan," you chanted his name, riding out the wave of euphoria.
If it wasn't for Haechan still holding your hips up, your body would have collapsed to the bed. He kept pounding into your heat, your pussy enveloping his cock as he fucked his cum into you.
You whined, feeling overstimulation begin to overtake you, but Haechan continued to lazily thrust into you. His cum started to leak out of you, dripping down his length and your thighs.
Haechan's cock finally went soft, leaving you empty, the sticky white substance now coating your folds and inner thighs.
Haechan rolled you over onto your back, looking into your glassy eyes. The tension filling the room was only accompanied by your heavy breathing.
You brushed his hair out of his eyes before slapping him across the face. Haechan cursed and rubbed his stinging cheek.
"Sorry," you apologized, "Had to make sure."
"Well?"
"Spell's broken," you tell him, sitting up.
"How do you know?"
"Cause I can go back to feeling like I hate you without being in pain again."
Haechan laughs, "You still hate me?"
"Maybe just a little less," you smile before you kiss him. Haechan wasn't expecting it, but he kissed you back immediately.
"Thank you."
"Are you sure I'm not already dead and in heaven?"
You laughed, "I'm pretty sure."
. . .
"You sure you're okay?" Jaemin asks over the phone.
"Yeah."
"And Haechan?"
You heard Haechan singing in the shower and bit back a smile.
"He's fine too," you say. "You think the witch knew what she was doing?"
"Of course, she did. She could probably sense the sexual tension between you two the moment you were in town."
"What are you saying? That that was her own twisted way of playing matchmaker?"
"She's a pretty powerful love witch, that's pretty much her specialty."
"If I didn't know any better, I would think you guys sent us here on purpose."
"We did. Just so you guys reconcile whatever was going on between you. But none of us thought this would've happened. You two could've died."
"But we didn't."
"Yeah, you didn't. What're you gonna do about that now anyway?"
"That is something we can figure out on the drive back."
a/n: now i’m ngl i may have self inserted a little too hard with this one except we actually have a happier ending 🙂
summary: if he’s being honest, the only reason yuta can’t get close to donghyuck is because he wants to fuck his girlfriend.
genre: smut
warnings: threesome, yuta and haechan are mean, reader is fucked stupid, butt plugs, vibrators, mention of dildos, a little dubcon, anal, face fucking, squirting, major degradation, double penetration, creampies
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