#gr:smut

your boyfriend being nominated for best leading actor in a musical required you to set aside your typical leggings and sweatshirt duo for the black cocktail dress you bought for your cousin’s bachelorette party two years ago. you slipped it on, the dress barely clinging to the curve of your ass. much shorter than you remembered. you bit your lip, glancing at yourself in the mirror before checking the clock on your phone. there was no time to find another dress. seokmin was already waiting for you downstairs.

you knew the dress would be too short for seokmin’s liking, but it was the only thing you had in your closet that was suitable for an event this upscale. you tugged it down as much as you could, slipping on a pair of heels before locking the apartment door behind you.

seokmin leaned against the hood of his car, glancing up from his phone to eye you up and down, licking his lips at the sight of you hurrying towards him. he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a brief kiss before his hand trailed down to your ass, his fingers tapping your bare skin, “you look absolutely stunning princess. how come i’ve never seen you in this before?”

“it’s been a couple years since i’ve worn it. it’s definitely shorter than i’d like it to be, but we’re late and i don’t have another dress, so it’ll have to do,” you grinned, pecking his cheek before adjusting the collar of his dress shirt, “let’s go?”

safe to say, seokmin never let you out of his sight the entire night. you first noticed when you were talking to jihoon, asking him about how his upcoming album was going, seokmin’s hand stealthily finding its place at your hip, pulling you closer to him. you shot him a confused look, since seokmin usually wasn’t this touchy, especially around the other members. his fingers tugged down the hem of your dress. ah, right. the dress. to be fair, despite the protests of the stylists, he offered you his suit jacket multiple times. you politely declined every time, not willing to admit that maybe you actually enjoyed seeing this side of your boyfriend.

in all honesty, he should’ve just glued his hand to your ass. every time seokmin’s eyes turned to you, his fingers immediately tugged on the hem of your dress. the other boys were starting to notice, soonyoung and mingyu’s eyes wandering to your thighs. if anything, seokmin was making the length of your dress even more noticeable.

the awards ceremony was packed with practically everyone from the entertainment industry, you being able to recognize at least 60% of the attendees from various television programs and films you watched. however, you were relieved to find that your table mate wasn’t a stranger, but rather an old family friend of yours, memories of drinking strawberry milk in the backyard and squabbling during christmas parties coming back to you. you grinned, “moon taeil, what on earth are you doing here?”

“i could say the same for you, y/n. long time no see,” he laughed, nodding a regards to your boyfriend, “you look absolutely stunning. by the way, congratulations on the nomination, seokmin.”

the two of you exchanged stifled giggles and quiet conversations in between presentations, seokmin chiming in here and there, his hand comfortably steady on your thigh. seokmin wouldn’t dare verbally tell you that he was perhaps, a tiny bit jealous of the attention you were paying to taeil, but it was evident in the way his fingers dragged across your bare skin, tapping incessantly to the rhythm of the loud music.

when they finally announced, lee seokmin, best leading actor in a musical, you were absolutely over the moon. your face beamed, watching your boyfriend walk onstage, his usual glowing radiance shining brighter than usual. you were too ecstatic to remember to pull down your damn dress. luckily for you, taeil noticed that every time you stood, seokmin would tug your dress to a more conservative length. 

“y/n, your dress,” taeil mumbled, amidst the thunderous applause and blasting music, noticing the amount of cameras that were pointed in your direction. you raised your eyebrow, trying to decipher what he was trying to say. “fuck it,” he cursed under his breath. his fingers immediately took the hem of your dress, pulling it down as quickly as possible. you shot him an apologetic look, mouthing a ‘thank you’ before focusing your attention back on seokmin.

from the stage, the only thing seokmin saw was taeil’s hand reaching behind you.

the rest of the night was silent, seokmin half-responding to you and the other boys, his grasp on you tighter than usual. after he got back to his seat, he absolutely insisted on you wearing his suit jacket, claiming that you were bound to get sick in this weather. he tied the sleeves of the jacket around your waist, effectively fixing your short dress problem. despite the rest of the boys insisting you all go out to celebrate, he shook his head, lying through his teeth, “sorry guys, we’re gonna call it a night. gotta wake up early tomorrow.”

the car ride home was no different, the air thick with tension as his fingernails dug into your inner thigh. you attempted to make small talk, joking about something the hosts said earlier in the night, only to get a half-assed nod in response. you glanced over at him, his eyes hooded, pupils darker than usual. his fingers trailed up your leg further, his lips pressed tightly before muttering, “wait until we get home.”

“seokmin, what’s wrong? you’ve been quiet all night and i do-” his lips crashed into yours, pinning you against the back of the door. he pushed the fabric of your dress up to your hips, the heat of his palms against your bare skin sending chills through your body. he trailed hot, wet kisses up your neck, rubbing the thin lace of your underwear in between his index and thumb.

“how are you gonna let taeil touch you like that?” he growled against the nape of your neck, teeth digging into a soft patch of skin.

“seok, he just p-pulled my dress down,” you whimpered, seokmin’s lips sucking purple bruises where he left kisses seconds prior. your fingers tangled through his hair, his half-hard cock pressing against your clothed core.

“god, when i saw you from the stage,” he struck the palm of his hand against your ass, fingers grabbing fistfuls of your stinging skin, “i wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there.” 

you pulled him into a kiss, his bottom lip slipping between your teeth. a free hand found its way to your hair, fingers at the base of your scalp as he deepened the kiss, his tongue swirling with yours. he hoisted you up, hands gripping your thighs as your legs immediately wrapped around his waist.

“god, we shouldn’t have gone tonight. we should’ve just done this earlier,” the two of you barely made it into the bedroom, your mouth still pressed against his lips, puffy and cherry red.

“you won an award though,” you moaned against his mouth, “we couldn’t miss it.”

“princess, you have no idea how badly i wanted to fuck you all night,” seokmin purred, his fingers tracing the curves of the dress, tugging the fabric up further and further, “take it off for me.”

he sat at the edge of the bed, licking his lips as he watched you sway your hips, your fingers slowly pulling down the fabric. he undid his belt buckle, tossing it to the floor as he palmed his bulge through his pants. the dress fell to the floor as you stood in front of seokmin in your matching black bra and panty set. he eyed you up and down as you walked towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“of course taeil wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you,” his voice muffled against the curve of your breasts, leaving a trail of soft kisses on your skin, his hands gripping your lace covered ass, “look at you baby, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

your cheeks flushed as he pulled you onto his lap, your fingers first frantically unbuttoning his dress shirt, then helping him slip out of his pants, licking your lips at the sight of his cock bulging in his underwear.

“but at the end of the night, i’m the one who gets to take you home, right?” you nod as his lips latched onto the skin of your breast, fingers fumbling to undo the clasps, your bra slipping off your shoulders. his thumb trailed to your nipple, rubbing circles around your hardening bud.

his fingers curled around the thin fabric of your panties, tugging them off before rubbing his palm against your bare cheeks, murmuring against your chest, “across my knee, sweetheart.”

you scrambled to adjust yourself to get on your knees, laying yourself across seokmin’s lap, the feeling of his hard-on pressed against your stomach stirring your heat. his fingers traced up and down the curve of your butt, “fuck, you’re so damn beautiful. wanna count for me, baby?”

you nodded, only for seokmin to strike his palm against your skin, a mewl leaving your lips as you squirmed in his lap. he smirked, kissing the top of your head before murmuring in your ear, “how many was that?”

“o-one,” you stuttered, wiggling your ass in the air higher, only for him to smack it one more time, his hand soothingly rubbing the skin soon after, “t-two!”

“such a good girl for me, aren’t you princess? keep counting for me, sweetheart,” he cooed, continuing his punishment — hardly one at all, judging from the way your slick began to drip down your inner thighs and the way seokmin’s cock began to throb against your stomach. his palm was tender against your skin, caressing the red marks that were sure to linger in the morning, “your ass is so pretty, darling. and all mine, right?”

“all for you, seokmin,” you purred, absolutely delighted when seokmin’s fingers brushed against your soaked panties.

“already so wet? be a good girl and spread your legs for me, will you baby?” he kissed your shoulder before laying you against the plush sheets, sliding your panties off, seokmin licking his lips at the sight of your glistening core. you spread your legs for seokmin, watching him slip out of his dress shirt and boxers before positioning himself in between your thighs.

“look at you,” he smirked, dragging an index finger painfully slowly up and down your entrance, “all nice and wet for me, aren’t you? what can i do to satisfy you, my darling?”

“s-seok, p-please,” you bit down on your lip, watching the way seokmin hummed against your thighs, teasing you with his fingers.

he glanced up at you, his index and thumb softly pinching your clit, “use your words, y/n. tell me what you want me to do.”

“n-need your t-tongue, i-inside me.”

“that’s my sweet girl,” his lips left a trail of sloppy, wet kisses up and down your inner thighs, licking a long stripe against your slit, nose rubbing against your clit. your fingers tugged on his curls, arching your back against the sheets, driving seokmin’s tongue further deep inside you.

“p-please, s-seok,” you twisted and turned your neck, cries muffled against the cotton pillows, “don’t s-stop!”

seokmin grinned, eyes gleaming at the sight of you, absolutely fucked out, and all for him. his hands spread your hole open, tongue flicking against your clit. if you were to ask seokmin what his version of heaven was, he would confidently say eating you out, your legs thrown over his shoulders, his tongue swirling around your bud, fingers curled deep inside of you.

“nobody else can make you cum like this, right baby?” you shook your head into the mattress. seokmin pulled away from your pussy, amused at the pout on your face and the whine that left your lips, “tell me, y/n,” he crooned, thumb pressing against your clit, “you think taeil can make you cum like this?”

“n-no he can’t,” you stuttered, seokmin raising an eyebrow, “you’re the o-only one who m-makes me f-feel so good, s-seokmin. only one w-who can f-fuck me until i c-cum.”

he grinned, content with your answer, returning his mouth to its rightful position: on your clit.

you struggled to wrap your legs around his head, thighs shaking, seokmin taking one hand to steady you. the other, pushed one finger into your folds, the sound of your stickiness absolute music to his ears. he stretched you with one finger, then two, finally three of his digits plunging inside you. he pushed his thumb above your sex, driving his fingers knuckle deep as you cried out a string of obscenities and his name. his mouth worked your clit, licking and sucking until you felt your legs give out, your grip on his scalp tightening, “f-fuck, s-seok!”

his tongue swirled your skin, lapping up the sticky sweet that dripped down your thighs. he sucked his fingers clean, pushing his hair back with his other hand, scooting up to meet your lips, “you wanna taste yourself, sweetheart?”

you nodded, seokmin’s tongue sliding against yours, the salty sweet taste of your own arousal filling your mouth.

“you taste so fucking sweet, princess,” he groaned, “even if i ate you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, i still wouldn’t be satisfied.”

“s-seokmin,” your fingers wrapped around his cock, thumb spreading precum around the head of his shaft, “want you to fuck me, p-please..”

“what was that princess?” lips pressed against the base of your ear, having heard you loud and clear, “what do you want me to do?”

“s-seok,” you whimpered, hand sliding up and down his length at an uneven pace, “need you to f-fuck me, want your b-big cock inside me, p-please?”

“f-fuck, i wanna pump you full, sweetheart. will you let me? you wanna have my babies, y/n?”

you whimpered into the crook of his neck, thighs squeezing tight at the thought of seokmin filling you up until his cum leaked out of your holes. “seok, please,” you were begging at this point, “p-please f-fill me with y-your c-cum, pretty p-please?”

“your cute little pussy is gonna look so good with my cum dripping out of it,” he groaned, rubbing the tip of his cock against your folds, “i’m gonna fill you up until i can see your pretty little belly all swollen, full of my cum.”

your nails dug into his skin, dragging thin red lines down his back as he aligned his hips with yours, his name leaving your lips in a muffled cry, your teeth sinking into his shoulder. he slid into you with ease, seokmin taking a moment to look at you, his palm caressing the curve of your cheek before placing a soft kiss on your forehead, “you’re doing so well for me, my love. look at you, so beautiful, and just for me.”

“s-so g-good,” you moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head, wrapping your legs around his waist, “need you so badly, p-please?”

he kissed you again, drawing himself back before pushing his length into you, fingers digging crescent shaped bruises into your hips. he cursed under his breath, your walls squeezing around every inch of him as he pumped himself in and out of you. your fingers scrambled to grip his wrists tightly as he began to pick up speed, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the room. you arched your back against the sheets, the warmth of seokmin’s cock filling you up, making you mewl and moan his name. his thumb reached down to rub circles on your nipple, fingers curling around your breast as he groaned, “s-so fucking tight for me, princess. you’ll let me cum inside, won’t you? gonna keep all of my cum inside of that pretty little pussy of yours, isn’t that right baby? make sure none of it leaks out, fill you up until you’re pregnant, yeah?”

“s-seokmin, want you to fill me up p-please? been such a g-good girl for you, just w-want all of your c-cum,” at the pace that seokmin was slamming into you, it took every fiber of your being to even make out a coherent response, your lips only able to form garbled mumbles of his name after that.

your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him in to swirl your tongue against his, the kiss hot and sticky. he groaned against your lips, teeth tugging on your bottom lip as you ran your fingers through his hair, before whimpering, “w-want to c-cum w-with you.”

seokmin took your wrist, pressing your thumb to your swollen bud, guiding you to trace tiny little circles on your clit, “you wanna cum baby? be a good girl and touch yourself for me, yeah?”

you let out a whine, your index and thumb nipping at your clit while seokmin fucked you hard, pulling your hips up further towards him. your thighs clamped tighter around his waist, the sensation of your pussy clenching around his cock just enough to drive him to climax, his thrusts getting more sporadic but harder.

“f-fuck, princess.. i’m g-gonna c-cum,” he groaned, stuffing his cock deep inside, shooting streams of thick, pearly white into you while you felt yourself release soon after. your fingers sunk into his forearms, digging fainted streaks into his skin while you rode out your high, galaxies swirling in the back of your head, unable to keep your eyes forward.

seokmin slowly pulled out, pleased to see the way your stomach bulged out a bit along with his milky seed leaking out of you, your folds painted with his creamy cum. he dragged himself back up to meet your lips, brushing away the stray hairs that stuck to your temples, grinning at the sight of you nuzzling into his neck, “pumped you full, didn’t i, princess?”

“like you always do,” you nodded, still in a dazed state, reaching down to scoop some of his seed into your fingers before sucking them clean, “tastes good, too.”

he smirked, smoothing the skin of your waist before kissing your temple, “i’m the only one who gets to fuck you like that, isn’t that right?”

you rolled your eyes before the corners of your mouth curled into a grin, playfully slapping his chest, “i’m never wearing that damn dress again, i swear.”

“princess, can you come here? i need a break,” jihoon swiveled the chair to face the couch, taking off his cap and tossing it aside before stretching his arms out towards you. you nodded, setting your phone on the coffee table, finding a comfortable position in his lap. his grip around your waist tightened, pressing a lingering kiss on your shoulder, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“how long have we been here?” you giggled, watching the computer screen in front of you as jihoon clicked away, the screen returning to his desktop wallpaper - a photo of you two at the park that soonyoung had taken the other day.

“maybe three, four hours? doesn’t matter, just need you right now,” he murmured against your skin, his half-hardened length pressing against you. so this is what jihoon meant when he said he wanted a break. his hand trailed up your shirt, the heat of his palms pressing against your chest, “no bra today?”

“wasn’t feeling it today, but this is so much more uncomfortable, ji,” you whined, “can’t we move to the couch at least?” you wriggled in his lap, in an attempt to adjust your position, only to end up grinding against his bulge. jihoon cursed under his breath, his hands flying to grip your hips in place, pressing crescent shaped marks into your skin.

“too lazy,” he murmured, his fingers tracing mindless patterns on your inner thighs, “wanna ride me?”

“always making me do the dirty work, lee jihoon,” you laughed, getting up to straddle him properly, your arms snaking around his neck. he pushed your shirt up, his index and thumb finding your nipple, a soft moan falling from your lips. there was something about jihoon’s studio that radiated intimacy: the dim lights, sleek black furniture, neon purple wall accents; whatever it was, you knew it had to play a part in your boyfriend’s current mood.

“don’t act like you don’t like being on top,” he smirked, pulling you in to close the gap, his lips moving in sync with yours, “besides, i like looking at you.”

your cheeks flushed the slightest shade of pink, running your fingers through his hair, jihoon’s tongue sliding against yours, his fingers pinching and twisting your nipple. you rocked against him, his cock twitching against your clothed heat, desperate for something more than just friction. jihoon’s fingers tugged on your jeans, motioning for you to take them off. he helped you wiggle them off, pressing his thumb against the tiny wet spot starting to form on your panties. 

your hand slipped under the waistband of his sweats, finally freeing his cock from restraint. jihoon moaned against your lips, your thumb sliding across his tip, slippery with precum. he pushed your panties aside, fingers brushing against your glistening folds, “so wet for me, aren’t you baby?” he grinned, slipping a digit inside, then two, curling his fingers into you. you whimpered, your grip on his cock tightening along with your core.

“j-jihoon,” you stuttered against his lips, his fingers pumping in and out of you, your thighs uncomfortably sticky with your own juices,  “let me ride you already.”

“i thought you’d never ask, princess,” he smirked, pulling out his slick coated fingers, bringing them up to his lips as he sucked them clean, “god, you taste so good,” he licked his lips before lifting your hips as you guided him inside of you, his cock filling you up.

“f-fuck, jihoon,” you moaned, throwing back your head as your walls clenched around him. 

jihoon’s nails dug into your hips, his teeth grazing the crook of your neck, “you feel so good, y/n.. so tight for me, my pretty baby.”

jihoon pressed his forehead against yours, beads of sweat sticking to his temples, lips hungrily attaching to yours. your hips slowly worked up and down his cock, a bit too slow, perhaps. “princess, please,” he groaned, his hips thrusting into yours, “don’t tease so much.”

“you’re the one who wanted me to top today,” you mumbled, picking up speed, clutching onto jihoon’s shoulders for support. he grinned, planting a kiss on your lips, a hand wandering to your breast, his thumb rubbing circles into your soft skin. he took your other nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing your hardened bud, his tongue swirling your sensitivity. your fingers curled into jihoon’s shoulders, stutters and moans stirring in the back of your throat. 

he looked up, nipple still tucked between his teeth, taking in the sight of your eyes shut tight, mouth slightly agape, hitched breaths leaving your lips. he grinned, murmuring a “you’re so beautiful” against your breasts, now adorned in bruises of various shapes and shades of violet and maroon. if you were to ask him, this was why he loved it when you rode him — he loved knowing that he was the only one able to pleasure you this way, how only his name left your lips, how he was the only one who was able to see you like this, all fucked out and only for him.

the air was thick and musty, the smell of sex filling the studio, jihoon’s groans and your whimpers muffling the sound of his skin pounding against yours. your hand trembled, reaching down to your clit, two fingers rubbing against your sensitive bud. it was ironic — for someone who had a knack for keeping rhythm, his thrusts into you were asynchronous with your bounces. he placed his hand on the base of your neck, pulling you in closer, your bottom lip swollen in between his teeth.

“fuck,” he groaned, pushing back his sweat-soaked hair, thrusts getting harder and faster, “so fucking good for me, baby.”

“j-jihoon.. m-my c-clit,” you mumbled, your fingers numb from non stop rubbing. jihoon instantly put two of his digits into your mouth, coating them with your saliva before pressing them against your swollen bud. “f-fuck, j-jihoon,” the words tumbled out of your mouth in a mix of moans and whimpers, “i-i’m so c-close.”

“c-come for m-me, p-princess,” although he stuttered, his fingers acted quickly, rubbing circles into your clit until it came to you — in the form of tiny white dots filling your vision, an electrifying shock through your body. you rode out your high, jihoon gripping onto your trembling thighs. his thrusts slowed and staggered, pulling out to release onto your skin, thick, ropes of milky white spilling onto your stomach and thighs.

“you did so well for me, baby,” he grinned, kissing your shoulder before resting his forehead against yours. he pulled your hair back, tucking stray strands behind your ear before leaning in to press his lips against your nose.

you giggled, scrunching your nose before placing a kiss on his lips, “back to work?”

“junhui, for the twentieth time, the protocol says to add the sodium hydroxide drop by drop until the solution turns a slight pink,” you snarled, beads of sweat starting to form as you watched your lab partner casually flipped the buret open, a stream of liquid flowing into the flask. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“can you chill? we just started, it’s not gonna be pink for a while,” jun rolled his eyes, while you clenched your fist around your pen, the poor plastic on the verge of snapping. out of all the people in this entire chemistry course, how was it possible that you were paired with wen junhui?

your first encounter with junhui was definitely.. not the fondest memory, to say the least. you knew him as the asshole from the laundry room your freshman year who had the audacity to take your wet clothes out of the dryer, leaving them on the counter. you vividly remembered coming back into the room to find a tall, handsome but lanky boy holding up a pair of soaked, lacy underwear in his fingers before tossing it to the side.

“dude, what do you think you’re doing?!” you stormed over, heads turning as jun nonchalantly pressed a couple buttons on the machine in front of him.

“you weren’t here, and all the other dryers were taken,” he looked over at you and shrugged, nodding over to the pile of clothes in the corner. “i think the one over there is almost done though, yeah?”

“listen, i don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you can’t ju-”

“wen junhui. my name is junhui.” the casualty in his voice absolutely infuriated you, fists clenching in anger. sure, he was attractive but god, what a piece of shit.

“well then, junhui,” bitterness seeping through your teeth, “if i ever see you in here again, i’ll clock your shit.”

and as if fate had cruelly decided to punish you, here you were, lab partners with perhaps the most irritating person you had ever come across on campus. you groaned, eyes trailing to the clock above the door. lab was almost over, yet you two had yet to produce any results.

“ah shit,” jun muttered, as your eyes drew to the flask in front of him. the solution was a horrifying shade of magenta instead of the expected faint pink color.

“are you fucking kidding me?” you hissed, eyes shooting daggers at your lab partner, who was scrambling through the protocol in hopes of finding some magical redo formula. “i fucking told you, to add it drop by drop.”

“listen princess, it’s not my fault we both weren’t paying attention. why didn’t you tell me to stop?” he shot you a deadly look, your blood boiling as heat rushed to your cheeks.

“first of all, don’t you dare call me princess. second of all, you’re the one in front of the buret, dumbass.” you ran your fingers through your hair, taking off your goggles in defeat.

“y/n, junhui, what happened here?” your lab instructor gasped, clutching their clipboard in horror, absolutely appalled at how you two managed to fuck up one of the.. simplest experiments in the course. 

“we miscalculated the amount of sodium hydroxide needed, and we added a bit too much.” you rolled your eyes at the ‘we’ that rolled off of jun’s tongue so smoothly, knowing that you were barely to blame when he was the one in front of the equipment. 

the two of you were met with a look of disapproval, your instructor shaking their head, “unfortunately i can’t give you two a grade for this, you two will need to find another time to redo the experiment.”

and so that was how you ended up alone in the lab, with wen junhui, on a saturday morning. you took a deep breath before opening the door to the lab, only to find your favorite person in the world already there, half-asleep on the counter. tossing your bag on the counter to get his attention, you muttered under your breath, “let’s just get this over with, jun.”

“good morning to you too, princess,” he smirked, tossing you a pair of goggles from the cabinet. 

“can you not? it’s annoying enough that i have to be stuck in lab on a saturday, let alone with you,” you huffed as you bent down to pull out various sizes of glass material from the drawer, jun’s eyes following the curve of your jeans.

he licked his lips, enjoying his view of your ass, murmuring, “i, for one, am completely enthralled to be in your presence,” you bit your tongue, fingers fumbling to set up the equipment.

“does the princess need some help?” jun leaned a bit closer, his hips pressing against yours, as he reached over your shoulders to adjust the glass. your breath hitched, surprised at the sudden intimacy of the situation. jun tested the waters, his fingers tracing your hip bones. you shuddered at his touch, the test tube you were holding slipping out of your hands.

“for the love of fuck, jun,” you groaned, the sound of glass shattering against the counter sending a jolt through your body. 

“yeah that’s me,” he smirked. “i love to fuck.”

“w-what?” your ears turning a shade of pink.

“you heard me princess,” jun raised his eyebrows, picking up the shards of glass before tossing them into the hazard bin. “should i prove it to you?” he slipped off his lab coat and goggles before resting his arms against either side of you, pinning you against the table. you gripped the collar of his shirt, heat rushing your cheeks as jun pressed his forehead against yours, the scent of his cologne and lychee gum making your head spin. “have nothing to say for once, hmm sweetheart?”

“shut the fuck up, junhui,” you mumbled under your breath, pulling him in to close the gap between you two. he grinned against your lips, “you have no fucking idea how long i’ve waited for this,” his teeth grazed against your bottom lip as you moaned into the kiss, jun finding the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue to meet yours. he tugged on your lab coat, slipping it off your shoulders, his fingers making their way to the buttons of your jeans, “should we take these off too?”

you nodded frantically, feeling your core clench in desperation. jun’s fingers hurried to slip your jeans off, his hands trailing up your thighs, the heat of his palms against your bare flesh sent chills throughout your body. his tongue trailed against the nape of your neck, taking fistfuls of your ass into his hands, murmuring in between kisses, “didn’t think you were into me like this, princess,” you rolled your eyes, fingers wandering to tug on his hair, whispering a ‘god, you’re the worst’ against his skin. your mind was drawing a blank — who would have known that being alone with junhui would end up this way? who knew junhui could make you feel this fucking good?

junhui’s fingers brushed against the wet spot beginning to form on your underwear before pushing the fabric aside, the cool air against your sensitivity sending shivers down your spine. “look at you, princess.. you’re already so wet for me? such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” your ears burned red at the filth that rolled off his tongue, but truth be told, your core clenched in pleasure. jun’s eyebrows raised at your reaction, your thighs clamping around his hand, his fingers pressing against your slit. “you like that, don’t you? you love being fucked like a whore, don’t you darling?” he purred into your ear, his thumb grazing against your throbbing clit. and god, you fucking loved it. “j-jun.. p-please, do s-something,” you whimpered, hand trembling as you reached down to grip his wrist, desperate for any sort of friction.

he grinned, pumping two fingers into your heat, coating his fingers with your gloss. a breathy gasp left your lips, pulling him by the collar into another kiss. jun placed a hand on the small of your back, holding you steady as your teeth tugged his bottom lip. 

“f-fuck, j-jun,” you whimpered, allowing his tongue to slip inside once more, as your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his jeans, slipping your hand to grip his throbbing length through his boxers. your legs were trembling, the sounds of his fingers stretching out your hole ringing in your ears. jun groaned as you wrapped your fingers around his cock, your thumb spreading his precum over his most sensitive spot. 

“should i fuck you princess? don’t you want my cock inside you?” his hot breath against your ear as you let out the softest mewl, grinding your core against his fingers. his tongue brushed against your ear lobe, fingers curling deeper into you as his cock throbbed against your touch. “use your words, you little slut. beg for my fucking cock, sweetheart.”

“j-junhui.. p-please.. i need your c-cock.. so badly,” you whimpered against his skin, as he pulled out of your pussy, gloss trickling down his hand. he trailed his fingers across your mouth, coating your bottom lip in your juices. “you’re so fucking filthy for me, aren’t you princess?” jun bit his lip as you hummed against his fingers, opening your mouth to taste yourself. he pressed his lips against yours, burning hot before turning you around, pressing his hardened length against your bare ass.

“fuck y/n.. let me feel how good you feel wrapped around me,” jun rubbed his tip against your folds, the glossy sheen only making him more eager to fuck you. his name left your lips in a mewl, as his palm smacked your skin, aligning his hips with yours.

your walls clenched around his cock as he found his rhythm, the sound of skin smacking and lewd moans filling the empty lab, his fingernails digging into your hips. you arched your back in pleasure, jun taking it as an invitation to grab a fistful of your hair, only driving him to quicken his pace. the pressure on your scalp stung, but in the best way possible. “j-jun, p-please.. it f-feels so g-good,” you whimpered, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes.

“such a good little slut for me, aren’t you princess.. look at how well you take my cock,” jun purred, his cock balls deep in you as you gripped the counter, a mixture of stuttering curses and his name leaving your lips. he reached down to press his thumb against your swollen clit, your moans only getting more erratic and louder, unable to restrain yourself. “f-fuck j-jun, right t-there!”

jun basked in the sight before him, your backside stained red with his handprints, your face pressed against the table, his name leaving your lips. you were a complete fucking mess, but still absolutely beautiful, nonetheless. he took your hair back into his fingers, pulling you up to growl in your ear, “look at you all fucked out for me princess,, you’re so fucking filthy letting me fuck you in the lab like this.. what if someone comes in? hmm? maybe you’d like it? maybe you like it if someone watched you get fucked like the cock slut you are.”

your cheeks flushed red, too embarrassed to admit that you’d find it incredibly hot if someone watched you get fucked by your lab partner like this. your legs were on the verge of giving out, jun’s thrusts getting harder but less synchronized, both of you close to reaching your climax. “i-inside me, j-jun,” you whimpered, the pressure of his hips against yours thrusting you forward onto the table, “c-cum inside me..”

jun’s fingers dug further into your hips, imprinting mauve colored spots onto your skin, his cock throbbing at the thought of cumming inside you. he  “you dirty fucking slut, you’re gonna let me cum inside you? let me fill you up until all your pretty little princess holes are full of my cum? beg for it, sweetheart.”

“j-jun, p-please,” you begged, on the verge of your high, “p-please c-cum in m-me,” you cried out his name, a dizzying, addictive feeling clouding your mind, his hot, sticky release filling you up. he leaned against you to place a kiss on your shoulder, slipping himself out of you. you cursed yourself under your breath, immediately missing the warmth of his length inside you, realizing that maybe you had enjoyed this a little bit too much.

jun laughed, your underwear dangling from his fingertips, the same way he had done so in that cursed laundry room, three years ago. you rolled your eyes, grabbing them from his hand to slip them back on, how endearing.