#chen smut

˗ˏˋ junmyeon

he likes being in control, but he lives for the moments when you take the lead. position doesn't matter to him as long as you're comfortable, but he secretly craves the sight of you riding him, feeling you bounce closer, tighter, as you try to hold on. his hands roam everywhere, a desperate need to touch and taste your skin before he feels like he lost his mind. he showers you with praise, but lately, his obsession has a new name: cum inside you, filling you completely at the exact moment you climax. "hold on, baby. together," he groans against your neck, pushing one last time, making sure you feel every inch of his throbbing cock before he finally gives in.

junmyeon might seem tired, but his stamina is not a joke. another round? the answer is always yes. if you're exhausted, he'll eat you out, slowly, taking his time, licking and sucking your clit as he was completely thirsty, his mouth and fingers working in a perfect sync. "cum for me, princess. you taste so fucking good," junmyeon is definitely pussy drunk. if you're not tired, he'll flip you over, thrusting harder to bury himself deeper, begging you to wrap your arms and legs around him until you both collapse, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. "god, i needed that," he murmurs before kissing you raw with relief before he stars kissing you messy. a third round? only if you want it. if he's finally worn out, he'll switch to his fingers, starting slow and deliberate, a man of his word, tending to your most sensitive core until you reach the edge and fall again, squirting between cries and moans.

afterward, he'll clean you. junmyeon pulls you into him on the tangled sheets, letting you rest on his chest. he kisses your temple, traces the line of your back, and runs his fingers through your hair, his voice low and sleepy as he whispers how incredible you are. he'll hold you until you both fall asleep, his grip around you still as tight as if he never wants to let you go.

˗ˏˋ minseok

he's the kind of man who wakes you with kisses, pulling you into him from behind, his body a hot wight against your back as he slams into you. he'll kiss your shoulders and the back of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist as he thrusts slowly but with a firm, deliberate rhythm. minseok loves to leave little bites, loving the way you shiver in his arms, and how your ass bounces with every move. but don't misunderstand—he'll only let you cum once you've switched positions and he can see your face, a beautiful, moaning mess. "look at me, baby. you're so pretty when you're ruined by me," he'll murmur, his voice a low possessive rumble.

another round? it depends on the mood, but the answer is almost always yes. this time, it's even slower. minseok will take his time, kissing you deeply and even talking to you, like it's his own personal ted talk, telling you how much he's fallen for you. this is where you see his most vulnerable, authentic side—the quiet, introspective man who loves you more than words can say.

afterward, minseok is the king of aftercare. he'll hold you close, wrapping you in his arms while playfully kissing your face and neck. he'll tell you how much he loves you and how amazing you are, his touch tender and reassuring. he's completely, undeniably whipped for you.

˗ˏˋ yixing

in bed, as with everything he does, he is completely committed. his only mission is to give you every kind of pleasure there is. he'll eat you out first, preparing your body to take him as deep as possible. a second round is a given; you won't even need to ask. after yixing leaves you a trembling wreck, he'll turn you over for doggy style. but as he gets more into it, be ready for him to press your face into the mattress as he pulls your hips up. every thrust is deep and forceful, his hips colliding with you ass, his grip on your waist so strong it will leave bruises.

"you feel so good, doll," he'll whisper, his praise so close you can feel it even when your moans drown out his voice. "fuck, you're so fucking tight and... mine, just mine." yixing collapses forward, his weight pinning you down as he catches his breath, his warmth filling you, and your juices mixing with his. but he won't let you rest for long. he'll let you get on top, but he's not stopping—he'll take your sensible pussy again, slowly, loving the way your walls clench around him, loving how him make you a beautiful mess.

his aftercare is an entirely new mission. he'll take you to the bath, cleaning you gently, touching and kissing you with a tenderness so warm it's almost too much to resist. you can't help but melt, and there you are again, a moaning mess with his fingers inside your cunt.

˗ˏˋ baekhyun

he's a huge fan of taking you in every spot of the house; there's nowhere he hasn't had you. be careful not to tease him—baekhyun is an absolute freak, and you're doomed if you do. "so, you want to play like that, huh?" he'll say with a dangerous smirk, his eyes full of playful mischief. he doesn't have a favorite position; he loves them all, but he's truly addicted to eating you out first, sometimes more than once, just to bring you to the very brink. "come on, princess. just one more time," he'll murmur against your sensitive pussy, his breath hot against your skin.

if you're in the kitchen, he'll fuck you right there; no need to move to the bedroom. he'll fall to his knees, his lips on your cunt, licking and sucking your clit like a man possessed, a religious experience for baekhyun. when you break into a climax, he won't let you rest. he'll take you right away, slamming into you while you're sitting or lifting your legs to wrap them around his hips. in bed, he'll get on top and kiss you messily, never breaking eye contact as he thrusts deep and hard enough to leave you a complete moaning mess. he's completely in love with your whimpers and the sound of your voice screaming his name.

another round? yes, a thousand times yes. baekhyun won't rest until you are both more than exhausted, a tangled mess unable to get out of bed. aftercare is a must. he'll kiss your whole face, slowly, sloppily, and hold you close, his arms wrapped around you, never leaving your body. he'll fall asleep in your arms, whispering how much he loves you, making sure you hear every word.

˗ˏˋ jongdae

he's a gentleman, without a doubt. while he loves how you ride him, he is driven by a deep need to take care of you. jongdae is a ride or die for every request you make. you want it slow? he'll go slow, stretching out every moment. you want it deeper? he'll push in until he's buried completely inside you. rough? absolutely. he'll meet your every need. "how could you be so pretty?" he praises you constantly, his voice a low, rumbling hum against your skin—a true king of compliments.

a second round is not an option; it's a need. this time, jongdae will slow down and go deeper, taking his time. he'll kiss your neck, then your shoulders, your jaw, and finally your lips, his touch tender and possessive all at once. his hands work their magic on your most sensitive spots, his fingers tracing your clit until you're a mess of moans and gasps. he loves the way your body responds to his touch.

"let me do it one more time, princess." a third round is an extension of his aftercare—it's just jongdae being needy. he'll pull you against him, whispering praise into your hair and kissing your skin, leaving soft, sleepy bites all over until he finally gives in and cum inside you again. then, he'll let you rest on top of him, in his arms, his body still joined with yours, both of you a tangled mess of limbs and tired pleasure. he'll fall asleep with you right there, the most content man in the world.

˗ˏˋ chanyeol

the way he fucks you depends on his mood, but more often than not, he's just the needy boyfriend. chanyeol will begin by whining for your attention, his hands reaching for you as he starts unbuttoning your blouse. he kisses you, his lips leaving a trail everywhere as he gets down on his knees and ends up at your core. he gives you everything, tasting, licking, and sucking as if he's praying, lost in the worship of you. then, he'll take you to bed. the position is irrelevant; he'll climb on top of you and slam into you. the pace is slow at first, then faster until you feel every incredible inch of him. "you're just mine," he'll whisper, his voice raw. he's possessive, but a true lover and a romantic who praises you endlessly.

a second round is a guarantee. after chanyeol even cum, he'll start thrusting you again; he finds no need for rest. he loves to take you while you're raw, a sensitive and moaning mess in his arms. you'll hear him groan a lot, especially when he cum inside you. it's a truly divine experience for him, feeling your body arch and your walls clench. "god, you feel so fucking good," he'll gasp.

a third round will happen in the shower, or on the bed with sleepy kisses and sloppy moves, just the sound of your bodies colliding and agitated breaths. he'll murmur nonsense, his lips at your neck, your shoulders, and everywhere else. chanyeol won't stop until he collapses, completely exhausted and drunk on you, there's no need to pull out. yet even then, he's incapable of not giving you aftercare, wrapping his arms around you, his face buried in your neck or hair, a tangled mess of bodies.

˗ˏˋ kyungsoo

he might seem quiet, but he’s the one who always starts the fire. he'll tease you, flirting with a casual ease that makes it feel like a normal conversation. when you finally break and give in, kyungsoo feels like a winner. he truly loves it when you're the needy one, feeling your desperation to beg for him. he'll take you to bed immediately, unable to wait a second longer. his lips capture yours in a messy, desperate kiss. his hands rip off your clothes—and his—and his lips are everywhere, especially on your boobs, where he bites, touches, licks, and marks. then kyungsoo will move to your pussy, taking extra care to make you lose your mind and become a complete moaning mess. he's too quiet to praise you with words, but you'll hear his hard sighs, humming, and groaning against your skin.

he likes to have you on top, but he is anything but passive. kyungsoo will thrust deeper and with focused energy. his hands will be secured on your waist, his lips on your breast or neck, and now he feels like he's the one begging for you. another round? the answer is always yes. side-fucking is his second favorite position. with your back to his torso, he'll place one of his hands on your belly, the other on a boob, and feel your ass bouncing on his hips, his lips on the back of your neck. he'll finish inside you, groaning into your back, his grip tight.

aftercare is a must for kyungsoo. he doesn't mind if you want to stay in the same position or move to face him. he'll ask about your day, listening intently before telling you about his. you'll both talk nonsense until you fall asleep, tangled in the sheets.

˗ˏˋ jongin

there's no chance he'll ever say no to sex. even if he's exhausted, jongin will let you sit on his face, giving you the princess treatment with his mouth and fingers until you've had all the orgasms you need. you won't be able to resist taking his length into your mouth. "shit, baby, don't stop" jongin will groan against your pussy, sucking and slurping your clit like a man out of his mind, taking you to the very brink until your release touches his mouth. he'll clean you with his tongue, then let you stroke him until he comes in a messy, gasping rush. "you're gonna kill me."

but be ready if he's not tired. jongin will fuck you until you're both a tangled mess of exhausted limbs, with no care for position or how many rounds. he'll take you on the bed, against the wall, on the couch—it doesn't matter where, as long as it's you. the sheets will be completely soaked with your squirts and both of your cums. "fuck, we made a mess." you'll be a huge, happy mess, laughing at the chaos you both created, but still wrapped up in the sheets, with each other.

aftercare is a must. jongin will give you sloppy kisses and so much care, sharing sleepy conversations and laughs with you. he'll talk about his day, and you'll talk about yours, meaningless things too, and you'll both drift off to sleep. jongin will fall asleep first, pouting in the middle of your playful argument over who loves the other more.

˗ˏˋ sehun

he's the ultimate flirt and tease. sehun's the one who starts every kind of touch, from a casual slap on your ass in the kitchen that sends shivers down your spine to the unexpected way he'll rub his hard cock against your butt when you're in bed. he might even surprise you with a quick, hard bite on your neck or steal your lips in the middle of a mundane conversation. everything he does is designed to remind you that you are his. his favorite position? sehun's a wild man, always wanting to try new things and take you in new places. but he eventually returns to his favorite: having you bounce on him. his hands cup your ass, gripping and lifting, and his hips thrust you into the right spot, deep enough to make you a trembling, moaning mess. "you're mine, remember that," he'll say, his voice a low growl, reminding you of his claim over you. sehun loves biting your breasts and neck, and he'll slap your ass and grip your waist so tight it leaves bruises—his marks of love.

a second round? yes. a third? only if you aren't both completely exhausted. but if sehun is tired and still wants more, he'll take you back to bed and eat you out or in a slow, sloppy way, using his long fingers for more pleasure. the wet sounds will make you shiver, and sehun knows your body well enough to take you to the very edge, breaking you until you reach a climax so powerful you squirt and cry his name.

aftercare is a must. sehun's a possessive freak in bed, but the moment it's over, he's a needy man who craves your touch. he's incapable of sleeping without you, so he'll pull you into his arms, burying his face in your neck as you stroke his hair. your legs will be tangled together, a messy aftermath of pleasure, but he's content and peaceful in your arms.

“I cannot believe you. I’m your fiancée, Jongdae! Do you seriously think that little of me?”

“Do not put words in my mouth, (Y/N). You know how important you are to me.”

“The only thing I know right now is that you seem to care more about random girls at the club than the girl that you said you were gonna marry!”

“That’s not true.”

“Well, I’m calling bullshit,” you said as you packed a bag to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“To see a friend.”

“Which friend? Is it Jongin?”

“For fuck’s sake, no! I’m gonna call Seulgi and see if I can go to her place.”

You loved Jongdae dearly, but his jealousy and inability to prioritize you were incredibly frustrating. So, once your bag was packed, you left for Seulgi’s apartment to cool off and ask for advice. She was your best friend, and you knew you could rely on her. When you got in the car, you called her and explained what happened. Before you could even ask, she said, “Come here, we can talk and have some wine. Joohyun bought the good stuff when she went out today.”

You thanked Seulgi and hung up the phone before you drove to her apartment. When you knocked, Joohyun, her girlfriend and roommate, opened the door. She quickly pulled you inside, hugging you the moment you were through the door. Although you weren’t as close with her as you were with Seulgi, you still considered Joohyun a good friend.

When Seulgi heard you come in, she went to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine off of its shelf. Then she poured three glasses and said, “Wine in the kitchen!” You and Joohyun made your way there and each grabbed a glass. When everyone had their wine, Seulgi raised her glass and said, “To friends!” You and Joohyun repeated her toast, and the three of you clinked your glasses together before taking a sip.

After the mini toast to your friendship, Seulgi and Joohyun ushered you to the living room and asked you what happened with Jongdae. You sighed before you said, “I just don’t know what to do. We’ve been fighting constantly, and every time I think that we’re doing better he starts spending less time with me. We got in an argument before I came here because he wanted to go to the club, but we had a date night already planned.”

“What the fuck?” Seulgi interjected.

“And he gets so jealous!” you added. “When I told him I was leaving, the first thing he asked was if I was going to Jongin’s apartment. I don’t know how to get Jongdae to understand that I just don’t see Jongin that way.”

“I think that you should try talking to him once you’ve both calmed down,” Joohyun added. “Depending on that conversation, either break up or continue the relationship.”

“Thanks, Joohyun. Right now, I just don’t want to think about it anymore.”

“How about some games?” Seulgi asked. You and Joohyun readily agreed, and the three of you played games and drank wine until you were too tired to function anymore. Then, Seulgi and Joohyun went to bed in their room, and you slept in their guest room.

You woke up to Seulgi knocking on the guest room door and calling for you. When you opened the door, she told you that someone was here to see you. Based on the annoyance in her voice and the venomous expression on her face, you assumed that it was Jongdae. You thanked her for letting you know and made yourself look presentable.

When you got to the living room, Jongdae was sitting on Seulgi’s couch. You didn’t need to be a genius to figure out that he had been crying. When he saw you, he immediately got up to hug you. A small part of you wanted to push him away, but at the same time you missed him and wanted to try to make things right. He pulled away from the hug and asked if you would talk to him. You agreed, and the two of you went outside.

“Before you say anything, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to forget about our date night, and I shouldn’t have blown you off. After you left I called the guys and cancelled, and I’m gonna stop going out with them when they go to that club,” Jongdae said. “I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t a priority, and I promise you that I will do better.”

“I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have accused you like that. I know that you love me, I was just hurt that it seemed like you were blowing off date night. And I’m sorry that I wasn’t more considerate of your feelings regarding my friendship with Jongin. I know that he doesn’t see me as anything more than a friend, and I promise you I don’t see him as anything more than a friend, but I understand why the way he was acting made you think otherwise. If you’re up for it, at some point we could all sit down and talk about boundaries.”

“That sounds great. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jongdae.”

“Can we go home? I missed you last night, and I want to cuddle with my baby,” he said with a laugh.

“Yeah, let’s go home.”

You drove home, and Jongdae did the same. When you got to your apartment, you went to your bedroom and put on some soft music. Jongdae got home shortly after you did, and the two of you sat on your bed together. He held you while the two of you talked about whatever came to mind.

In between conversations about movies that you wanted to watch and gossip about your friends, Jongdae took several opportunities to tell you how beautiful he thought you were. Every comment that Jongdae made about your appearance made you blush, and you took every opportunity to compliment him back. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore and kissed him. He deepened the kiss immediately, and your hands found the back of his head. You pulled ever so slightly, and he moaned.

When you pulled away for air, Jongdae took the opportunity to kiss your neck. You let out a small moan at the feeling, and he smiled against your skin. Jongdae loved drawing those beautiful moans from you, and today it only made him want more. The two of you hadn’t been intimate in a long time thanks to busy schedules and lack of energy. Jongdae hated to admit it, but he was hard from the moment you kissed him. So, he looked up at you and asked, “Can I go further?”

When you nodded, he moved away just enough to pull your shirt off before he started kissing his way down your torso. When he finally spread your legs and positioned himself so that his head was between them, he looked up at you. You could feel the arousal building when you made eye contact with him. Before he could say anything, you whispered, “Please?”

As soon as the soft plea left your lips, Jongdae was pulling your pants and underwear down. He wasted no time, attaching his lips to your clit and gently sucking the moment your remaining clothes were off. You moaned louder than you meant to at the sensation, but Jongdae loved it. Your moans sounded like music to his ears compared to the arguing the night before.

After a few minutes of Jongdae teasing your clit, you couldn’t take it anymore. You started begging him for more, and he happily obliged. Before you knew it, he was gently inserting one finger into you and slowly thrusting it in and out. It felt incredible, but it still wasn’t quite what you wanted. You started to slowly move your hips back and forth in an attempt for more friction, but Jongdae wasn’t having it. He held your hips down with his other hand while he continued to finger you.

When Jongdae inserted another finger and started to thrust faster, you felt like you were in heaven. You had started bucking your hips up, but this time he didn’t hold your hips down. The moans that left his mouth as he tasted you turned you on even more. You didn’t notice it, but Jongdae was grinding his hips against the bed as he pleasured you. He was incredibly horny, and desperate for some kind of stimulation.

It didn’t take much longer for your orgasm to approach. You told Jongdae that you were close, and he pulled away just long enough to say, “Cum for me, baby,” before going right back to pleasuring you. As if on command, you came with a string of swears and moans of his name. Jongdae happily continued to fuck you through it, and that was when you noticed that he was humping your bed.

Once you came down from your high and caught your breath, you looked at Jongdae with a teasing smile and said, “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry, I- “

“Why don’t you let me take a turn?” you asked. Jongdae happily agreed. It was going to be a long night for both of you, but you were determined to make him feel as good as he had made you feel, especially after the argument you'd had the night before.

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He truthfully didn’t believe he was holding a woman like her. Who was he to have that privilege? Despite how good care he took about his hygiene, he couldn't help but feel filthy in comparison. her smooth skin that felt untouched and heavenly and the way it contrasted with his. It truly was a jump in hierarchy and he was very well aware of it.

He was nothing but a delivery boy. His life was the opposite of being born with a golden spoon in his mouth… and her… he felt he was polluting fine glass that if handled harsher she’d break between his arms.

He got intoxicated with how she felt towards him. Her willingness and the way she squirmed to avoid her moans getting louder.

“You’re truly a princess.” He rolled his hips further. “Can I have the pleasure to hear your voice in my ear at least?” He asked as he pressed his chest against her. “Please.”

But they were tears he got against his cheek as he pushed further. He panicked, wanting to remove himself thinking he had hurt her.

“No, please come closer.” She pulled him back, this time forcing him to kiss her. “Don’t leave me.”

He kissed her tenderly as he remained inside, feeling how her legs locked around his waist.

“What and who dared hurt you, princess? I could be your knight.”

She smiled momentarily remembering that it was not possible. “You can’t be anything other than this. We are worlds apart.” She confessed.

It hurt him instead, hearing her being so honest, but he couldn’t find it in his care to have dignity as he kept thrusting.

“At your service anytime.” He tried to remove himself feeling he was getting close.

“No!” She stopped him. “I want to feel everything inside. Even if it’s once.”

“On our first time like this?” He queried, puzzled. “Are you on birth control?”

“Nothing will happen from one time. What are the odds, Jongade?”

“Oooh.” He trembled. “Call me by my name again! Louder!”

And she did, all while caressing his cheek as he spasmed. “Jongdae. My sweet and kind Jongdae.”

She felt his sweaty torso over hers as he decided to attach his lips to her neck in languid open mouth kisses as he rode his high. “I’m still worried. What if you get pregnant?”

“Don’t worry. Nothing will happen.”

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It was almost as if she was the predator in this situation. Every time her parents reminded her about her future fiancee's visit, she’d leave everything behind driving till she arrived at her favourite fish restaurant in the very crowded Yeongdeungpo market. Was it worth the drive every time? Maybe not, but she was head over heels for the delivery boy. The same one the ajumma scolded every time for being late. Was it the way he removed the helmet upon arrival? Or his high pitched whine when she punched him playfully? She didn’t know. All she knew was that her head felt heavy and today was the day she was going to take this man to her bed.

“Miss, I think that’s enough drinking for today.” The ajumma advised, pulling the bottle of Soju from her hand. “Do you have anyone to take you home?”

The boy looked from his phone to where she was seated as he leaned on the wall. He too wanted to go home already.

“I have my car parked close to here, can your delivery boy drive me home, please?” She spoke drunkenly, although she was the most sober.

“Yah! Jongdae-yah! Do you know how to drive a car?”

Jongdae? Was that his name? Jong-Dae-Jong-Dae-Jong-Dae… She could imagine herself screaming that name all night.

“Yes!” He confirmed, placing his phone inside his pocket as his lips drew a beautiful kitten smile.

She took her car keys out of her purse and offered it to him. “Thanks.” She tried to stand, faking dizziness. She just couldn’t wait to touch his beautiful looking skin.

“Are you alright, miss?” He asked as he rushed to pull her from her arm.

God almighty. His eyelashes up close. She was completely and madly in love with the delivery boy of the fish restaurant. Suddenly regretting that she had eaten or drinked, because she wanted to shove her tongue inside his teasing lips that curled naturally at the edges without even smiling.

“I am, just please hold me tighter.”

“Take care of her, Dae-yah! She’s our precious customer.”

“Yes, don’t worry, ajumma.” He assured with a deeper voice she didn’t know he had. “Where are you parked?” He asked, looking straight into her soul.

She decided to answer him once the air hit her face. “Right around the corner.” She leaned closer to him.

“Oh… wow… the Porsche?” He asked, getting hiccups.

“Yes.”

“I’m wearing flip-flops. Not sure I should drive a car like this with flip-flops for your own safety.”

“Nonsense. These cars almost drive themselves.” She spoke sounding way too sober, confusing the poor guy.

He helped her inside the car as she grabbed on to his wrist before he closed the door. “The seatbelt please.” He leaned closer to buckle it for her.

When he went to sit in the driver’s seat and she saw a wide smile. His profile was absolutely stunning.

“This car is amazing.” Jongdae commented.

“You’re amazing. It actually suits you.”

He blushed, looking at her confused. “Me? I’m just a cockroach in this society.” He sighed.

“I think I’m the cockroach here.” She affirmed, surprising him. “Did you know that I come here just to see you? I felt you needed to know, otherwise it would feel like I’m stalking you. Now you have all the right to leave and I’ll take it as a rejection of my confession and I won’t ever show my face here again.”

Jongdae’s mouth fell agape. “M-me?”

“Yes you.” She added. “It might be superficial but you’re everything I like in a man. You’re so beautiful, Jongdae.”

He hid his mouth with his hand looking ahead. She could see his hands trembling. “If I agree, won’t you feel that it’s because of your money?”

“I don’t care either. You have something I want and I have something you may want. After all, I’m worthless without money, I know.”

“No!” He took her hand unexpectedly. “I don’t mean it like that. Don’t say that about yourself either. I don’t even know your name, but you’re beautiful.”

“Thanks, Jongdae.” She smiled. “My name is ___ and I’d love it if you drove me to the hotel so I can brush my teeth because I really want to kiss those teasing lips of yours.”

Jongdae shied away again. He had to clear his throat, removing his baseball cap to flip his hair. “I see.”

“Boy, don’t do these things. Are you trying to kill me?” She held her chest. “My heart.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“Just drive away.”

He couldn’t concentrate, nor was he used to driving cars like this as he advised. He was trying hard to look cool as she kept looking at him shamelessly.

“I’m quite nervous.” He confessed. “I’m sweaty and look dreadful, and I don’t know-”

“You look like the most delicious man in the world.” She blurted out interrupting him. “I genuinely would choose you over any man in the world right now.”

He laughed, leaning his head on the steering wheel waiting for the traffic lights to turn green. “I can’t take it.”

“Are you a little subbie? Will you be playing catch the little squirrel when we go to the hotel?”

She saw his Adam’s apple bub up and down nervously. He didn’t reply, just concentrated on getting to the hotel. He frowned all through the drive not speaking a single word after that. She truly had activated the opposite of what she asked him.

He looked endearing and sexy like that.

Jongdae parked the car and helped her out without looking at her. He let her deal with whatever needed to be dealt with at the reception, following her when she got the keycard. As she entered the elevator and after pressing the button to the room’s floor and the doors closing he finally faced her.

“What did you call me earlier? A subbie?”

“Well… are you?” She challenged.

She didn’t expect his eyebrows to knit further and his hand to leisurely find her neck as he pushed her against the mirrored wall. “I’m no subbie, ___.” He whispered before tilting his head to the side, finally tasting those lips that drove her to what was happening right now.

Madness…

“Jongdae.” She pushed him lightly to look at his eyes. “The doors are open.”

“Lead the way then.” He motioned with his head.

She walked now fully aware that Jongdae knew she wasn't drunk. She swiped the keycard feeling how he grabbed her back by her waist to force her kiss him again.

“I need to brush my teeth.” She reasoned.

“Where has your confidence gone? You came all the way to fetch me and now you’re acting like this.” Jongdae crocked an eyebrow confidently gaining all the territory.

“I guess I envisioned you being cute and cuddly and maybe me being the big bad wolf. I just didn’t expect you to be like this, I need time to adjust.”

“Is that so?” Jongdae pulled her against him with force. “Then you’re you sober?”

“Yes I am.”

“You little minx.” He commented. “Do you want to look pretty for me? Is that it?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not in my best shape either, so I don’t really care.”

“You’re perfect, Jongdae.”

“You’re perfect too. Just lead the way to the bed.” He licked his lips suggestively.

She almost ran as he followed her. Jongdae caught her in time to kiss her again before escaping to the ensuite bathroom, all while he pulled his pants down encouraging her to peel herself from clothing, managing to remove her top.

“Condom?” Jongdae asked before looking at her well prepared bra.

“Do you trust me? I’m clean, I swear, and I trust you.” She strangely suggested.

Never had he ever requested such a thing. He’s never had unprotected sex with his ex girlfriends ever.

“You’ll be the death of me.” Jongdae picked her up, throwing her on the bed.

He wasn’t greedy. He was everything she wanted and more. The way Jongdae entwined his fingers with her pressing his palms on her. A simple action that seemed to make things 100 times better.

“At your service anytime.” He tried to remove himself from inside her as he felt he was close.

“No!” She stopped him. “I want to feel everything inside. Even if it’s once.”

“On our first time like this?” He queried, puzzled. “Are you on birth control?”

“Nothing will happen from one time. What are the odds, Jongade?”

“Oooh.” He trembled. “Call me by my name again! Louder!”

And she did, all while caressing his cheek as he spasmed. “Jongdae. My sweet and kind Jongdae.”

She felt his sweaty torso over hers as he decided to attach his lips to her neck in languid open mouth kisses as he rode his high. “I’m still worried. What if you get pregnant?”

“Don’t worry. Nothing will happen.”

~~~

“What do you mean pregnant!? From who!?”

“I don’t know.” She simply looked at her parents trying to look confident.

“You’re not that kind of girl! What’s gotten into you?” Your father cried, holding his head down.

“So I guess you can tell everyone that I’m not suited to get married. You can send me overseas, but I’m not getting rid of my baby.”

“You are getting rid of that baby and marrying whomever I tell you to marry.” Your father threatened. “This won’t stop the wedding plans.”

“Absolutely not!” She yelled in disgust.

She ran out of the house crying her eyes out. She wasn't pregnant… unfortunately for her, she thought. She also hasn't seen Jongdae since that day as she felt ashamed, fearing he’d never want to see a woman like her again after spending one night of shameless sex. On the other side of the story, Jongdae had no means to contact her. The morning after she had left him sleeping. It was the most difficult thing she’s ever had to do in her life as he looked angelical with his eyes closed placidly sleeping, but she didn’t waste the chance to trace his lips with her fingers like she always dreamt.

“Come sleep next to me.” Jongdae asked her with the huskiest of voices, grabbing her wrist still very much with his eyes closed.

“I will, just let me go to the toilet.”

She had sneaked out thinking that this man would be revolted by her as soon as he realised what he had done.

That was over 4 whole weeks without him, but today was the day, her skin itched to see him again. Not that she didn't spy on Jongdae all this time like a weirdo, but this time she needed him. She needed to hear nice things coming out from his unique lips. Even if he hated her… she had to have Jongdae again before fleeing the country.

"Deliver it to the next door love motel? I don't want to go there." Jongdae whined.

"They paid extra for delivery. Just drop it at the room's door and be gone, Jongdae. Don't be such a baby." The ajumma scolded.

He took the bag of fish stew dragging his feet as if he had been sentenced to death. Just the mere idea of having couples loving each other behind each door he passed, pissed him off.

Was everything she did that night just an act to get inside his pants and disappear? Did he mean nothing to her?

He knocked on the door. "Food delivery! I'll just leave it at the door as it's been paid for over the phone. Thank you customer. Enjoy your meal." He bowed at the closed door not expecting it to open and her being behind it sporting nothing but a tulle gown that exposed every single curve.

"Thanks, Jongdae."

He frowned, biting on hisnlower lip. "So you enjoy torturing the worthless delivery boy, right? Is that why you booked a room so close and ordered food from us?"

She pulled his arm getting him inside. "I booked the room so you can hold me like last time, Jongdae. I missed you."

It was against all his principles. He really was meaning to push her away if it weren't for the fact that she had placed his hand over her breast.

"Not like last time." He pulled her to his chest aggressively electing a gasp. "I won’t let you play me even if you’re rich and shit."

She didn't expect him to pull her gown upwards finding her middle. His fingers were being inserted as he didn't break eye contact.

"Jongdae." She melted away.

"I might be poor, but I have dignity, and I'm not going to be toyed with." He kept his pace, removing his fingers when she tightened around him.

"Why?" She cried, pressing her back against the wall.

"I'm the one who gets to enjoy himself today." Jongdae announced, pushing her head downwards. "Suck!"

"I will, but cum inside of me later on. I like your warm seed invading me."

"Look at you all pathetic and needy for my dick." Jongdae unbuckled his pants, fishing his member out of his boxers. "Open wide." He demanded as he shoved his erection inside her mouth.

No, he wasn't gentle. She guessed he was truly hurt and felt used last time so he was punishing her rightfully. He also didn't listen and just milked himself on her face, liking the view.

"Are you just going to leave now?" She queried as she removed with the back of her hand the mess he made on her face.

"Not even nearly done with you." Jongdae threatened, unaware of how happy that made her. "Look at yourself as I fuck you." He sat on the bed bringing her to sit on his still hard member as he pressed his chest on her back. "Rub your clit while I fuck you and beg for me to cum inside you."

She did, obediently so. It was a different level of hot watching herself sitting on him. The sound that his balls made drove her crazy when they slapped over her skin. Not being able to not grant her wish, he released inside of her, pleasing her without really meaning to. She loved how as soon as he did he brought her to his lap slapping her butcheeks, demanding her to look at him as he did.

"I'm sorry. I thought you'd never want to see me again."

"Who gave you the right to decide for me?" Slap.

"I was shy." She defended herself.

Slap. "You? Shy? You literally threw yourself on me and took what you wanted and left." Slap.

"You want me, Jongdae?" She tried.

"I'll think about it as I don't like bad girls." Slap.

"I'll be obedient. Daedae." She cooed.

"Fuck my life." He brought her to hug his middle placing her legs at each side of his body. "Kiss me well and good and I'll see if I can forgive you."

~~~

"Don't you even dare leave me like last time." He spoke over her face as soon as she opened her eyes.

"I wasn't going to." She covered her face with the sheet. “Don’t look at me like that.” She pleaded when she saw how very naked he still was, resting his head on his hand as he looked at her intensely.

“Come here.” He pulled the sheet out of the way. “I think you owe me a very overdue introduction of yourself and hear who I am as well. Don’t you think?”

Jongdae was engraving himself in you and there was no way out of not falling madly in love with him.

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A/N: I missed writing about my bias wrecker. I love him dearly and I’ve decided not to leave him out anymore even if the ethics police comes at me.

You don’t even realise that you do it half the time, and this instance is no different. Snuggled up together in bed watching a movie, Jongdae has his arm around you, and you absentmindedly take his hand in yours, inspecting his fingers one by one, taking comfort in it.

He has such beautiful hands, his fingers are long and slender, his nails perfectly manicured, cut short and neat. You loved them more than you were willing to admit, though you didn’t have to, Jongdae worked it out pretty quickly after you started dating, and it has been years now, he is no longer surprised.

It is normal for you in these moments to lift his hand to your mouth, and to kiss each fingertip slowly. Jongdae stirs a little, taking his free hand to your hair to run his fingers through it, and you nuzzle back into him, silently asking for more.

“You want something?” He queries, “All you have to do is ask…”

His words make you feel vulnerable, exposed. His hand so close to your mouth has you salivating. The scene in the movie you are watching is hot, and it is making you feel some kind of way. Something that can only be remedied by indulging in one of your desires.

“I want your fingers,” You mumble, not particularly wanting to take his hand away from your mouth, “Please?”

Jongdae laughs and it reverberates through his chest, and he presses the pads of his middle and index fingers against your bottom lip, his own way of saying yes. You contain yourself, although you very much could have squealed with excitement, you allow your jaw to drop and you take his fingers into your mouth instead.

You lay relaxed like this for a while, your hands holding his wrist while your tongue lazily swirls around the two digits, vision going hazy as he presses his fingers further down your throat.

Jongdae’s breathing hitches as you gag slightly when he pushes a little too far, and your grip tightens on his wrist when he tries to pull away. You want this, you love the feeling, and you know that he does too.

You feel Jongdae’s other hand as it moves from your face to your chin, turning you to look at him to see how darkened his eyes are with lust. You know that yours are much the same, and you are ready and willing for whatever he is going to give you, though you are already content with only his fingers in your mouth.

“Baby,” He murmurs, “You don’t know what you do to me.”

It makes you blush, because of course you know, it isn’t hard to see. The kink that you introduced to him, your fixation on his hands, on having something in your mouth, so quickly became his too after you started dating. You knew exactly what you were doing when you asked him for his hand, you may submit to him in every aspect of the word, but you still are capable of gaining control too.

“Show me,” You whisper, pulling his hand back to give you the freedom to speak, “Please, Dae… make me all yours.”

As if you had to ask, Jongdae guides you down onto your back and moves to hover over you. Your legs spread apart without another word to fit him in between them. You relinquish your grip on his wrist so that he can support himself as he leans in to kiss you, and your hands race to his back, tracing the intricate outlines of every muscle, bone and contour that make him the man that you love.

“You are mine,” He whispers back, “I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget it, either.”

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