#princesskrystix

Hyunjin's the type to gently trace patterns on your leg that's stretched across his lap, slowly tracing his way to a beauty he's been dying to taste all week.

Hyunjin's the type to paint you secretly in his livestreams. He keeps the camera tilted upwards so viewers can't see the thrilling tent in his pants at the sight of his own damn painting. Your first time together, engraved in his brain, can now be relived through the intricately detailed art he's made.

Hyunjin's the type to plant soft, light kisses along your jawline down to your collarbone. He loves marking your neck lightly because - to him - everything you have is sublime.

Hyunjin's the type to cast you as his muse in his music videos about love. His diplomatic reasons for casting you makes no one bat an eye. He wants you to be his lifetime muse (plus worship).

Hyunjin's the type to steal the first thing he sees in your laundry basket. A bra. He secretly takes it home with him and fucks into the bra, trying to imagine his dick between your own boobs. Then he comes all over his stomach and partly on the fabric, feeling so in love with the owner of his heart.

Hyunjin's the type to watch you undress in the hotel room and, somehow, end up making love to you intensely on the balcony.

Hyunjin's the type to introduce you to Stray Kids as a family friend, making them welcome you platonically and not think so much of it - except Chan who may have heard a little too much in the hotel room next door...

Hyunjin's the type to try and defend himself to Chan's confrontations until a threesome is proposed...

Hyunjin's the type to stare at your name on his phone, wondering if he should pick it up...

Now, he's the type to get off to the sexy idea of Chan and him pleasing you in every way possible. In the bedroom. In the car. Even back-fucking-stage.

Your best friend who’s the type to invite himself over to your house for movie night. When you leave your bedroom to make some popcorn, he carefully tiptoes on the creaky floor to the corner of where you keep your dirty laundry and he digs through it to find at least 1 used panty. He lifts it up to his nose and takes a whiff of you. Once he hears your footsteps nearing the bedroom, he panics and quickly stuffs it in his pants beneath his boxers, making his way back to the bed like nothing happened.

Your best friend who returns home the next morning and rushes off to his bedroom. He’s holding your panties in one hand as he tears off his pants and boxers just to lie back in his bed and rub the fabric on his cock. It’s so perverse yet he needs and craves you, but given your best friendship, he can’t get what he physically needs with you. Your used panties is a great substitute. Perhaps the best, even, as when he wraps it around his dick and pumps himself, he feels himself begin to tremble so soon…and when he lifts the fabric to his face? The scent of you, the idea of your pussy having touched this very clothing…fuck. It makes him explode in his hand, cum spilling onto his heaving chest and stomach. His tongue darts out briefly just to lick the fabric. And his dick twitches at that.

Your best friend who loves hearing you whine and groan whenever he beats you in Tekken. He only ever practices just to impress you, but more so, to hear those sounds you make. “Ugh, Chaaaan! Let a girl off. I’m gonna fucking kill you next round!” He smirks. Cocky. Playful. Aroused. But you don’t notice the way his penis yearns for your lips (facial lips or pussy lips), he just needs to feel you wrapped around him. He wants to make you make those whiny sounds for an entirely different reason.

—————

“Pleaaaase? He’s so good, I know you’ll like him,” Jennie begs on he knees, holding your hand so tightly as if it would make you accept her request—or plea. “Just come to this one performance of his tonight! I have nobody else. He makes such suggestive songs and I’m not seeing my him with my family, and you’re one of my only friends who—”

“I’m your only friend, Jen. Now get off your knees or else I might think you want to suck my dick.”

“I’d do that just so you say yes.”

You smirk, angling your pelvis towards your best friend in which she drastically pulls away.

“Hey!”

You bark out a laugh before helping her up, you arm around her neck. “Fine. Let’s see this Hyun…dude.”

“Hyunjin! God, he’s so hot. And he makes good music.”

“Yeah, fine. Hyunjin. Whatever. Let’s go tonight.”

•

You embrace Jennie firmly, locking your bodies together whilst she holds onto the railing. Standing at the very front is not a fun experience when you barely know the artist. Surrounded by under 100 people mushed together all for one dude? Not your type of night.

But at least he’s hot.

A major bonus. Maybe Jennie does have good taste in men after all. You smirk at the thought, your eyes looking up and locking eyes with him.

Sweaty hair that’s spiking in different angles perfectly. Sweat seductively sliding down his forehead and temples as if he’s in a porn magazine. Red jacket wide open. Black shirt hiding whatever treasures he has beneath.

His lip curves into a cocky smirk as you make eye contact, he nods his head curtly which causes his shades to fall from his head to land on his nose just before playing the most loved part of his song.

He plays the electric guitar with swift and zealous fingers, the loud speakers make your heart rumble. And it’s almost like through these speakers, he’s forcing his way into your heart.

The vibrations rumble everywhere.

Even in parts you didn’t expect it to. You bite your lip as your legs close, feeling yourself drip a little more and more.

•

After the performances, Jennie floats off to socialise with some other Hyunjin fans, leaving you to finally relax alone at the table. You take a good, long swig of your mocktail (you don’t plan on getting drunk tonight. you are the driver for Jennie after all).

You hear some conversations about heading to the toilet, and your body starts acting up like you need it too now. Sigh.

You get up and weave your way through the crowd of the rockstar’s fanatics, attempting to find the washrooms. You stumble into a corridor and walk down, seeing doors and lights down here.

“You stalking me?” You hear a voice from behind you, the sound a little raspy but definitely cocky. Definitely a player. A fuckboy.

You turn around and freeze momentarily, mentally shaking your head. He’s just a dude. Stop acting up, Y/n.

“Nope. Just tryna find the toilets, buddy.” You smile at him and continue walking off, but he pulls you into a room.

“Whoa! Hyunjin! I’m not—”

“This is the washroom. Go right on.” He lifts an arm like a gentleman, the act opposing his seductive appearance. Despite the strange behaviour, you look around and it definitely is a restroom. It’s cleaner than you expected, making your body relax a little (usually you hate public restrooms, but hey, you gotta go when you feel the need).

“Will you stand there the whole time?”

He nods proudly as he leans against the wooden entrance door, one leg crossed over the other, his thumbs in his pockets like some nonchalant fuckboy — except he just rocked the stage and possibly your world.

“Odd fellow. Didn’t know my friend was into some underground artist with a piss kink.” You comment as you walk over to the stall.

“I DO NOT HAVE A- A PISS KINK!” He swiftly defends himself, his voice turning down a notch. “I wouldn’t mind experimenting, but I’d also rather not.”

You laugh whilst you’re in the stall. Eventually, you walk out and start washing your hands, the coldness of the liquid making you shiver slightly. He strides over to you and you notice his red coat over his shoulder, his black tank on display along with those carved out muscles of his. Fuck. He looks way too scrumptious.

He swings his coat over your shoulders, “cold, princess?” The coat stinks of his sweat and yet a hint of something masculine—perhaps a cologne he used beforehand? Nonetheless, despite the sweat, you can’t help but find it oddly addictive.

“Wh- no? I jus- I just washed my hands,” you fluster out, a confused look on your face which is slowly taken over by red cheeks. “Anyway, you have another performance tomorrow, you should probably go home and sleep or something.”

He purrs softy as he embraces you from the back. “Tell me your name.”

“What? Why?” You take a somewhat steady breath in—your body subtly shivering underneath his touch. His hot embrace. Literally and figuratively. “Y/N…I’m Y/N.” You whisper like a sacred confession between a sin and yourself.

“Y/N,” he repeats quietly into your neck, his nose slightly poking your neck as he inhales your scent. “Would you like to come to my place? I’m sure your friend can…mingle with my other fans.”

For a moment, you almost accept, but your self control kicks in. “No, I can’t do that,” you shake your head, staring at him longingly in the mirror. “I drove us here, so it’s only right if I drive us back.”

“What a good girl you are, being sweet and kind. How ‘bout you come to my show tomorrow? Or I could book a nice hotel room and we meet after the show?”

“Hyunjin, you know I’m not…really a proper fan of you.”

“And that makes it better,” his fingers so sensuously slowly trail over to your hands, intertwining with your fingers. “You won’t do batshit things that fans can do.”

You sigh softly, head tilting. Your silence ends up making words escape his mouth.

“I just want to watch us in the mirror…backshots and all. You look—”

He’s cut off by a soft exhale as he feels his crotch being pressed against by your derrière. Your curve that has his right hand quickly travelling to hover over it, gauging your reaction in the mirror as he lays his hand there. And then gently squeezes it.

Fuck. You’re so delicious to his body. And he. Wants. More.

“I really fuckin’ need you now, Y/N, darling.”

“How about I just- uh- y’know…give my number first. We can text and then- you know…meet tomorrow? After your performance.”

He smirks into your neck, and you feel his need, cockiness and lust seeping through your own skin. “It’s okay. I can take the whole day to rest,” his hand holding yours moves to rest upon your hip, a weight that feels oddly grounding to you. “You smell so…”

Your heart stammers as he inhales you in like a drug, but the half-finished sentence provokes your brain in an unpleasant way. “So what?” Your eyebrows furrow, watching his every move in the bathroom mirror.

“Divine. You smell like something illegal, and I want more. You smell like something I might get off to,” he places a soft kiss on your neck. His hands slowly travel your body, lifting up your shirt consequently. “May I, darling?”

•

It’s not long until your clothes are slightly off, your leg over his shoulder, him stretching you out with a condom-clad cock as he holds you up on the sink. You grip for dear life onto his collar, raggedly breathing as he fucks you with a hypnotic rhythm. You fail to stare into his eyes as your head tilts back, the familiar knot in your lower abdomen forming—

CREAAAK.

“Hyunj— oh- OH! OH MY DEAR LORD.” A tall, very well-built man in shades and ironed out uniform enters the bathroom. Or half-enters. He’s frozen in place as he hesitates on what to do, clearly having some message for the man currently balls deep inside.

“What is it, Jason? Can’t this wait? I’m fucking busy.”

“Or you’re busy fucking, ha!” He snaps his fingers into playful finger guns, then an awkward, tense beat of silence passes. He clears his throat as Hyunjin completely glares at him. “Uh- well- I was just wondering when we’d be going home or…stuff…”

“You can clock out! Now get out!”

Jason quickly leaves the scene with a grin, excited about being able to get off work. You giggle, pulling Hyunjin in closer by his shirt.

“How about tomorrow, instead of meeting in the hotel, I come here first? Perhaps you can reserve a spot for me and we leave together? And then we could like, finish this off tomorrow because what happened was too funny to refocus back on the sex.”

His cheeks dust pink slightly, almost like he’s embarrassed. But he manages to keep his cool. “So…you want me to just pull out now? What am I gonna do then?”

“I dunno. Jerk off?”

You chuckle as you pull him out of you, his dick hard against his body. He rids himself of the condom, throwing it in the trashcan. Then his long fingers wrap around his cock and he just pumps himself right in from of you. The audacity of men—well, to be fair, you proposed the idea. As a mindless thought, but now you’re facing the consequences. Literally.

It’s not long until your fingers end up fucking yourself, getting off to both of you watching each other. The wet sounds you’re both producing sounds irresistibly pornographic. And when you reach your high, you realise you probably wouldn’t be able to live another day without longing to see him, and with that intense stare he has on your face? You know he’s feeling the same fucking way.

The intense heat of the afternoon seems to be melting everything; the ice in your glass of one-cold water, the ice cream in your bowl, and Jessi—your best friend—and you on the couch. Even the electric fan won’t do anything. It just blows air. The same humid air that’s forced you two to cancel your plan of going out to the park because it’s just too hot. What a waste of a cute outfit with you in your black tennis skirt and white baby tank top.

Jessi’s phone dings and she takes in a deep breath before talking like saying something will take up even more energy and enduring the heat. “Jeongin’s coming now.”

You nod. Her brother’s returning home from his fuck ass tournament. You don’t remember which one—basketball or volleyball? You’ve never been interested in Jeongin, and you plan to keep it that way since:

1. His girlfriend is so strange around you.

2. Your best friend is Jessi, so why would you want to be his friend or more?

3. He’s Jeongin. You just aren’t interested.

“How the hell is he doing sports in this heat? They must have an air-con or something wherever they held the tournament.” You scoop some melted ice cream into your spoon and slurp it. Not even a teensy bit cold. “Maybe we should have gone.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Your ears perk at the sound of the front door being unlocked. “He’s here now.”

You don’t see him enter, but you hear him shut the door and yell a “Hello!” to see if anyone’s home. Neither Jessi nor you answer—too tired to do so. He walks further down the corridor and walks into the living area where he sees his sister lying on the marble floor and you splayed out on the couch.

Your heart stammers at the sight of him. So drenched in sweat. His hair a little spiky from the wetness. Droplets trickling down his temples and down his cheek to his jawline. But you’re not interested. Just…admiring the view. Or something.

“Oh, hey guys,” he says in a breathless tone. Perhaps he ran home. Your mind briefly wonders what he might sound like when he orgas— “Jess, did my package come?”

Phew. Good distraction from a disgustingly dangerous thought.

“Yeah, I put it on your bed.”

“Nice one. And uh- sup Y/N.” His eyes glance over the curves of your chest. Before you could analyse what his glance meant, whether it’s mindless or not, he swiftly heads upstairs to his bedroom.

Jessi’s phone rings—her uncle. She answers it and steps out with a small “one sec, y/nnie”. You see her walk over to her uncle through the clear window.

And they drive off. Probably to run errands for the chaotically busy guy.

One sec turns into minutes. Several fucking minutes. And you’re tired of being alone.

You gather some remaining energy to stand up and walk out the living room, seeing Jeongin sitting on the stairs. Shirtless. The jersey he was wearing before just beside him.

“Oh, hey. Where did she go?” You ask him, a hint of fluster in your tone. Why the fuck is he so attractive? You shouldn’t be attracted to him, but look at him. He’s built like a fucking greek god—not bulky or anything. Just lean muscle. It seems that’s enough for blood to rush down to your pussy.

“My uncle needed her for some errands. She’ll be back in an hour or so.”

“WHAT?” You fall to your knees dramatically. How dare she leave you wordlessly with her brother!? “An HOUR?!”

He chuckles, his foxy eyes narrowing from his smile. Too sexy. “He’s a busy guy. She works for him, didn’t you know that?”

“No. And she said to give her ‘one sec’. Now it’s one hour? Fuck sake.”

He chuckles at your misfortune. “Come up to my room, the fan I have is bigger than the one in the living room. Probably will cool you off more—” He stands up on the stairs and descends down to you, holding his hand out. “If you want?”

You pause.

Go upstairs. Into your best friend’s brother’s room — whom you totally dislike (for no valid reason). And chill. With him.

“Sure,” you shrug, playing things cool. You take his large, sweaty hand and let him help you up. “Ew,” you rub your hand on your skirt to rid his sweat off you as you follow him up.

•

“Jessi told me you had uh- lots of pictures of your girlfriend before? Why are your walls so empty?” You lean against the wall, inspecting his extremely plain bedroom. He turns on the extremely large fan in the corner of the room and lets it rotate.

“Oh, you’re thinking of my ex.”

The label loops in your head as he talks. His ex. Thinking of his EX.

“We broke up a while back. She wasn’t the best girlfriend, so I just decided to leave her.”

“What did she do?” You ask with visible curiosity, your question clearly not just for small talk. He settles himself on his bed and pats the space next to him for you, but you opt for the revolving chair instead.

“I put in way too much into the relationship. She decided to divert her attention from me to someone else, so yeah. I was cheated on.”

He explains a little too casually. You nod, fingers stilling on your lap as you try to think of what to reply with next, not wanting to trigger bad memories or emotions. This he notices. His lips curve into a cute smile because of you.

“It was a few months back. I’m so over it, don’t worry, Y/N. Anyway, I’m looking for some art to fill my walls. Posters or something. I like to badazzle things.”

“Well, you have a big ass fan over there, I think that’s good decor.”

“That’s a functional piece of equipment. Not decor.”

“I’m joking, damn!” You lean back in the chair, your skirt riding up your thighs slightly. Your eyes dart around the room, not noticing the way he shifts to avoid showing the way his cock twitches beneath his shorts.

Did you really have to wear such a sexy outfit today? After his heated day at his football tournament (yes, football. Not like you’d remember that.)?

He clears his throat a bit loudly, “do you need anything? Water?” You nod which has him walking out his room.

You remember Jessi saying something about Jeongin having some secret stash in his drawer. If you retrieve at least one item from the locked drawer, I’ll give you fifty grand. It was a joke, obviously, but you’re so curious now. You spin the chair around to see the obviously locked drawer. A fucking padlock? What the hell is he hiding? A gun? A severed hand? His brain, perhaps?

“Dumbass.” You mutter. His key is right in front of you on the corner of the desk. You grab it and unlock the padlock, swiftly taking out your phone to record evidence for Jessi.

You hit record. Remove the padlock. Pull open the drawer. You still at the sight of what he hides. It’s nothing crazy, but it would be hella awkward if he catches you recording and staring at the packs of condoms and bottle of lube he has in his drawer. Alongside more innocent items like lotion and tissue…

You quickly realise those last two items are, in fact, not innocent. So this is where he keeps his secret sexual stash. Right.

You notice the hairband in his drawer. It has the same colours of the hairband you lost a couple of weeks ago. You take the hairband and adorn your wrist with it, taking back what’s rightfully yours. And a picture of you.

His sister’s best friend.

You. In his sex drawer.

You scramble to close the drawer, accidentally clipping your fingertips between the desk surface and the drawer which has you cursing. You drop your phone onto his desk and quickly put the padlock on and set the key in the corner again.

Act normal. Be cool.

“Back,” he announces as he gives you a glass of water with ice. The coldness of it makes you internally shudder. “You ok?”

“Yeah.” Your voice slightly quivers.

“You’re literally fighting a smile. Or something. You’re blushing about something.” He shakes his head and sits on the bed.

“Jessi and Uncle's stuck in traffic so you're stuck with me for now."

•

You lay on his bed with him (a respectful distance between you two) as you watch on the TV in his room. He offers a packet of crisps, and with your left hand preoccupied with your phone, you use your right hand to reach for the crisp.

He watches you take it, and he notices something on your wrist. That hairband. His heart stutters. “Y/N.”

“Hm?” You casually acknowledge him, unaware of the marathon his heart is racing.

“Where did you get the hair tie?” He tries to be as casual as possible.

Tries.

Until he sees the ‘oh shit’ expression on your face.

“Y/N.” He shifts on his bed, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. “Did you go through my drawer?”

“No.”

“Mm….I think you did.”

You shake your head. “Nope. Why?”

“You have my ex’s hairband.”

“NO! This is my hairband I lost a—”

He clicks his fingers as you practically fall for his bait. He grins and you grumble.

“You went through my drawer! Why would you invade my privacy like that?”

“Or better yet,” you shift upwards, angling your body towards him. “Why is my picture in your drawer where you have condoms and lube?!”

“Touché.”

“No! Not touché! Tell me!

He shuffles on the bed uncomfortably like he’s never thought of encountering this situation of being caught out. His chest rises as he tries to keep it together.

“Y/N, it’s a…complicated topic.”

“It’s me!” You stick the wrist adorned with your hairband in front of him. “Tell me! It’s my business!”

“Shit! Jesus, okay! Just- stop that!”

•

You sit still. Time isn’t moving. The television’s off now. He stares at you with slight guilt and embarrassment.

“Y/N..? Uh…you processing the information okay?”

Certain sentences stick in your head uncontrollably.

“I just get off better thinking of you.”

“I’m really…physically attracted to you, y/nnie.”

“I can only think of you after having broken up with my ex a few months ago. Something about you…”

“It pulls me in.”

He’s more and more concerned as you seem to stare off into the abyss of his wall. He doesn’t want to make things awkward between you, him and Jessi, so, he tries to gently shake you. The touch only earns him your attention. Your eyes. They look up to him in a way that has his lips parting.

“Y-Y/N, are you okay? I’m really sorry for being…having done all that. I truly understand if you feel weird or—”

He’s cut off as you barely move an inch forward. He knows the look in your face. It’s something between desire and the need to pull back from something irreversible.

You want him.

Yet you don’t want to betray your past words of “I’d never date him!” or Jessi. Your best friend.

“Jeongin, I…I don’t know…”

He tentatively cups your cheek in which you can almost feel his storm of emotions flowing in his blood as his fingers twitch against your skin. “If we do anything, I won’t say a thing. I’ve only wanted you—since a few weeks ago anyway. It’s short term, my crush, but I really want you.”

He leans in. “I need you.”

Your lips encounter his in a dance of confusion and lust. You pull him close, but briefly pull away. Hesitation kicks in, but your arousal compels you to fulfil your needs.

His fingers entangle in your long locks as if you’re his oxygen tank. As if he doesn’t see anyone else.

Just you.

You pull away for some breath, your eyes fluttering open to see his flushed cheeks. He looks like drugs—addictive and dangerous, yet you still want more.

But, of course, time is a traitorous instrument of the universe.

“Y/N! I’m back!” Jessi yells from downstairs, the stairs creaking as she makes her way upstairs.

“Shit,” he mutters and runs to his door to lock it. He looks at you and puts a finger to his lips. Keep quiet. Oh god. Your heart pounds as you hear the conversation, pounding from you betraying your words and best friend.

“Innie, is she with you?”

“N-No, she left I think. I heard the door open and presumed you left together.”

“She left?! Her bag’s here!”

You lock eyes with Jeongin. He could jave just said the truth that you were together! Without saying anything. But then she’ll be suspicious of why you’d spend time with someone you claim to not want to get so close to, to the point it seems like you dislike him.

“Oh…she might come back for it. I dunno.” Jeongin manages to get out.

“Alright, guess I’ll go to her place then. I’ll be back.”

Silence. Creak, creak, creak. Every step she takes downstairs charges the intense air between you and him. Door opens and shuts.

First, you stare at him. He at you.

Next thing, he’s on you.

Literally. He strides to you on the bed and pushes you down, earning a small yelp from you. “Jeongin,” you whisper, holding onto his shoulders.

“May I, Y/N? Please?” He pleads as his body trembles with desire.

You forget about everything as he looks at you with needy eyes. Lips apart so slightly. Face flushed.

God.

He might kill you.

You nod. He shakes his head, earning you some confusion. “I need you to tell me explicitly that you want this too. If you don’t…just…will you let me continue beating it to you?”

You let out a small laugh. “My gosh, Jeongin. Yes, I will. And yes, I want you too.” Your shyness dissolves as the amusing moment lingers before he dives in gently. The gentle kiss, so tentative and sweet, turns desperate and sloppy within seconds.

“Jeo-” you’re cut off with kisses that scream lust as if his dick is starting to control him. Oxytocin rushes in your veins alongside desire.

His hands move to rid his pants off, letting you feel the tent of his boxers slightly better. You reach down with one hand and palm him there, feeling the wetness of his pre-cum leak.

He purrs softy, “fuck, keep doing that and I might eat you out.”

“Then eat me our. The fuck?”

You see how your words crush his retraint. You experience the lack of it as he quickly rids your clothes off, leaving you in just your undergarments. Your own fingers circle your clothed clit whilst he busies himself with your bra, throwing it aside—in which you see it land on the backrest of his chair.

He dips low. Steals your breath as he kitty licks your nipple, hardening it until you embody lust. He murmurs words of need and appreciation as he lavishes lots of affection onto your nipples.

“Fuck…”

“You’re so much more…sexy than I’ve ever imagined…”

You squirm under his body.

“Jeongin…” Your hips jut up to his navel and you grind your need into him. “Please…”

Despite his cock’s desperation, he focuses on you. You lift you head enough to catch a glimpse of his hard-on that disappears from your sight as he kneels on the ground and pulls you closer to him. He stared at the dampness of your clothed sex. He leans in and inhales it all.

Like it’s his air. As if he’s found something so precious, all his senses must take it all in.

He places a long kiss on it, his eyes on your expression—head tilted and exhaling from his love. “Eat my pussy now. Please.”

He smirks, “with pleasure,” he tears off your panties and chucks them aside. “Final-fucking-ly.”

He stares at your dripping pussy. God, it does outrageous things to his mind and dick. He tilts his head as if to admire, inspect, and memorise the precious thing in front of him.

He leans in and gets high off your arousal; eyes fluttering shut as he takes in countless long whiffs of you.

Your hips buck slightly, his nose barely grazing your clit.

He looks at what it does to you. The silent exhale. Your backwards head tilt. Your eyelids lowering.

So the slightest touch could have you, hm?

He smirks as his hands move to your hips to keep you down. Your attempt to look back at him fails as his tongue darts onto your clit then retracts. He stops only when he’s satisfied with your needy ass whining.

Then he moves onto kitty licks, and fuck, you hate and love how his slit eyes look up at you.

“Jeongin! P-please, I want more,” you whine out, body increasingly sensitive.

A hum of his vibrates against you as those plump fucking lips of his latch onto your clit and sucks firmly, tongue licking a stripe up your slit and swirling around your bud.

A loud cry escapes you, and for a moment, you silence. A creak in the house scares the both of you, but he reminds you “My parents are out working and Jessi’s going to yours. It’s fine. We heard the door shut.”

The reassurance and worship slowly eases you back into the sinful atmosphere, melting under his touch.

He pulls away with a pop, a string of hot saliva connecting you two. “What?” You chuckle, cheeks flushed as if you’re drunk. And you are—drunk in lust.

“If this is you now, I can’t wait to see what expression you make when you orgasm. And when you scream my fucking name.” He moans slightly at the thought, palming his hard dick.

Your fingers find his hair and desperately pulls him back down to your cunt, controlling his head. But what you didn’t control is the way you felt something else. You see him spit on something, but you don’t know what it is until—

“Oh fuuck…” You breathlessly moan. His middle finger slowly pumps in and out of you—not the most pleasurable thing right now, but knowing he’s inside is still very satisfying.

Then…

He curls his finger…

He hits the right spot. That one gummy spot which arches your back instantly like it’s a button for it. For seeing you ascend.

“M-more, more- fucking more!”

You clutch onto the bedsheets as you grind on his face. Your body is flaring with utter sin and there’s a knot of it forming in your lower abdomen.

“Fuck…” He mutters. “Come for me, baby.”

His finger move slightly faster, trying to stay consistent with the ministrations of his tongue against your stimulated bundle of nerves.

Just as you lock eyes with him, you see the lust and need to satisfy you in his sexy eyes. God, they’re so sexy. And that look breaks you. It makes your body lose it completely.

You sweetly cry out. Body trembling as if the higher spirits have brought you to paradise. Your eyes see stars for a hot moment. And Jeongin?

He sees his favourite imagined scenario come to life. And you make it so much better. He continued his ministrations, prolonging your orgasm until you push him away. The lower half of his face is flushed with satisfaction and dropping in your own.

•

“Yeah?” Jeongin answers his phone call from his sister, putting it on speaker so he can clean you and his face up meanwhile.

“She’s not home! Where did she go?!” Jessi’s clearly panicking a bit — good old overthinking Jessi. Jeongin takes a wipe from his drawer and wipes his face clean, doing the same but more gently with your treasured area.

“I dunno,” he answers as he gives you water and your clothes back. You watch him move around the room, his boner still prominent. “Just wait or something, she’d eventually turn up. I’ll call you if she comes back.”

Call ends.

“Innie…”

“Hm?”

He glanced at you and realised you’re staring at his cock. “What?”

You lift a hand in the air and imitate a handjob as though to silently ask if he wants one. It’s slightly odd that he has yet to move the attention on himself.

“No, princess. I just wanted to focus on you,” he smiles kindly, walking over to you and settling on the bed which causes it to dip slightly.

“But I want to focus on you too…a quick one before Jessi eventually comes home?” His head leans back as he chuckles, clearly finding you adorable in the moment. He lifts a hand and holds onto your wrist, gently playing with the hairband adorning it.

“Go for it, love.” He says as he guides your hand to his tented crotch.

Betraying your best friend to get a taste of her brother’s dick (and letting him get a taste of you) might be unalterable. But…

It’s one of the best decisions you’ve ever made.

And when you do pleasure him, it pleasures you. The way he whimpers and moans out your name has you absolutely happy that you decided to give attention to his needy dick. If it weren’t for that, you wouldn’t have known how desperate and pathetic he could become—constantly begging and fucking your mouth, chasing for the high.

————

You finally finish unpacking your belongings in the luxurious hotel room Felix booked for your 2 year anniversary. The clean scent of the room fills you with contentment, and the sight of him chilling on the balcony compels you to join him. As if you’re magnets that can’t be apart (evidenced from when he cuddled you almost all throughout the plane flight here).

You quietly walk over to him who’s currently fast asleep on the chair. How sweet…

He looks so innocent and you? Oh. You have an urge to ruin that.

You quickly run into the room and open the wardrobe, your eyes frantically searching for something you wanted to surprise him with months ago, but waited for the 2-year. Perfect with the 5 star hotel gift.

•

You quickly go into the bathroom to change into it. The perfect outfit to surprise him once he wakes up. You look into the mirror, feeling unbelievably sexy in your lacy stockings that connect to your lacy panties by a small strip of fabric. Your breasts slightly covered by the matching bralette, covered in little hearts, one bigger heart for each nipple.

With an excited smile, you cover yourself in a pink silk robe and tie the ribbon.

“Can’t believe it’s so comfortable and sexy,” you mutter before peaking out the bathroom. His head turns as he watches a flock of birds travel from one side to another over the horizon.

You tiptoe behind him, bending down to embrace him from behind. “Hey, babe.”

“Oh, silk? What are you wearing?” His fingers trace over the silky sleeves of your robe.

You let him go and walk to stand right next to the balcony railing. Drop.

His body freezes. The robe pooled around your feet.

He looks like so many things, but you can pinpoint two things: shock and desire. Like he’s never seen something more intoxicating.

You shift your body weight to the side which forces your hip to stick out. He’s staring with a mixture of lust and innocence—though you know he’s not the most innocent, the look on his face? As if you’re corrupting him? Lips slightly parted. Eyes wide as if to take in all of you. Fingers twitching and curling. It does it for you.

“Lixie, baby? What do you think?”

“I…think- wow. You’re so fucking hot, Y/nnie. Sit on my lap.”

You scoff and raise an eyebrow. “Say please.”

“Say please?!” He laughs out, surprised by your dominance. “Sure,” he clears his throat and adjusts his hips, bucking them out slightly and spreading his legs a little wider. “Please, sit on my lap.”

With a proud smile, you take one step to him and sit on his lap, back facing him. You feel his cock harden beneath his sweatpants. His hands fly to your hips and you grind on him—slow, rough, tantalising.

“Y/N,” he breaths out, “fuck…”

You purr, continuing to push back on him.

“Y-Y/N,” fuck, he’s so breathless. As if you’re rolling the air out of him. The friction between his clothes and your panties is addicting. Your back arches beautifully.

How were you so mesmerising?

His hands move from your hips to your breasts, grazing over your lace-covered nipples that are pebbled with need. “You’re so sexy, god- I might come in my damn pants because of you. Th-these are my only decent sweatpants. The other has designs that go well with certain—”

You let out a small whine and grind faster, holding onto the railing for support. “Fuck, Felix…”

“Oh fuck-” he moans quietly, one hand remaining on your breast whilst the other travels up to your throat and pulls you close enough so his lips can fire you up even more, lustfully marking your shoulders and neck.

“Should I take these off?” You ask.

“Babe, the railing is transparent! Fuck no!” He gestures to the railing; windows with a metal rod on top.

“But I need you! And I’m in the mood right now. We’re on a floor 10…I’m sure that’s fine…high enough that people don’t look…kinda?” You breathlessly justify as you continue grinding.

However, it only earns a firm slap on your hip. Loving and lusting. The vibration ripples to your clit and your butt pushes further into him. “You’re so kinky. Out in the open? Alright Clothes off.”

The celebrant is at the end of the long table of the extravagant restaurant, cheers and ‘happy birthday!’s fly around the room. You’re sitting happily near the other end, your lover — Chan — sitting opposite you whilst you all talk with those around you. Smiles and laughter spreads from one end of the table to the other side.

You check the time. Okay, it’s been two hours since we’ve been here, so that means—

A cool yet firm sensation breaks you out youe thoughts, and you quickly realise Chan’s tapping your leg with his foot. You nod at him in acknowledgement. He briefly looks at his phone and back to you—check your texts.

You casually look at your phone, not expecting too much. But you nearly choke on your spit, clearing your throat from the words your eyes take in.

Quickie? Bit needy.

Curiosity, despite your utter shock at his subtle shamelessness, floods your veins, and more quickly—desire. How to leave? Where to go? The bathrooms are an automatic option…

You subtly lift your eyebrows at him before excusing yourself to the bathroom with a deceptively sweet smile, the guests paying no mind to why you’re moving so fast. A little too fast. But they’re all immersed in their conversations to notice a thing. For now at least.

•••••••

The restroom floors are made of marble, a beautiful swirl of black and gold all over the walls. It’s not long until a half-unexpected grip takes a hold of your bicep, swiftly and silently dragging you to a clean cubical. Chan pulls you in for a gentle kiss, wanting to ease you a bit into the moment, though his pelvis rub against you—bricked and yelling for attention from his only lover.

He quickly bunches up your dress and discards it, hanging it on the cubical hook.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck, his tongue tasting your growing desire. His larger hands hold you firmly in place, almost squeezing as if he’s barely controlling himself.

Your nipple hardens as his lips latch onto it, his needy eyes glancing upwards to watch your reaction. His tongue swirls around your hardening tit, appreciating your quiet moans and struggle to not be too loud in the restaurant’s restroom. You claw the walls around you, your breathing ragged and heavy.

“Chan,” you breathe out, desperate and lustful.

His mouth travels across your chest to lavish attention onto your other breast. He feels himself completely straining against his trousers, and, for a moment, believes that he might accidentally release in his own briefs from your bodily reactions.

Click. Clack. Click.

You both pause. A conversation of three women echo in the bathroom. You pause, blood and anticipation spiking in your veins. Chan smirks against your skin, lowering himself so his face is in front of your panties.

Your eyes widen at him. Do not do anything.

He presses a kiss to your panties, his tongue darting out to taste your wet heat. Your hands swiftly move to cover your mouth, especially as an oblivious customer occupies the cubical right next to yours.

Your mind goes haywire.

You’ve become so aroused, but will you continue? Perhaps.

Will he? Oh. Definitely.

His fingers hook around your underwear and pull them down and he presses a teasing kiss against your swollen clit. His oh so loving, almost innocent-looking and wide eyes look up, yet they’re so full of something sinful and corruptive.

His tongue swirls tiny circles against you. Your hand moves to his hair and presses him further into you as if a demon’s taking over you. Your other hand successfully muffles your sounds, your throat restricting the sounds he’d usually love to hear. But right now? He’s fucking loving seeing you utterly struggle.

It’s a sight to behold.

His tongue is consistent. His lips latching on and sucking until your body trembles, edging on painful pleasure. He shifts you off the cubical wall so you don’t shake it which could accidentally grab the other woman’s attention.

The women’s conversation still goes on as they conduct their business, helping you two to conduct your own.

Your hips grind on him. Your head rolls back as your eyes see sparks of stars. The hot knot in your lower abdomen is continuously fuelled—

Your fingers curl in his hair. Tightly. Almost painfully, but very satisfyingly to him. Waves of lust and pleasure roll over you as you ride out your high on his face. On that hypnotising fucking mouth. You manage to hold back every sound possible, not letting yourselves get caught. Not now.

He places a gentle kiss on your upper thigh before standing up, his boner a hell of a lot more prominent. You pant, limp against the cubicle wall whilst he simply admires your flushed state. A soft smile on his face — with a hint of pride as always whenever he makes you orgasm.

“Not even my fingers were inside you,” he whispers in your ear, softly kissing the shell.

Your blissful smile is enough as a response. You look down at his crotch and point at it — his turn. A mutual feeling erupts between both of you and, now, it’s your turn to be on your knees. Well, since it’s the restroom, it’s more like squatting, not wanting your knees to be dirty.

You hear the women in the stall leave, silence taking over the restrooms a beat after the door shuts.

“You’re so hard, baby,” you point out, grinning from excitement and lingering post-orgasm ecstasy. You free him from his black denim pants, his throbbing cock screaming to be inside you. You grab the head of his base which elicits a soft sigh from his lips.

“Please, love, don’t tease me today.”

“Quickie. Got it.” You nod. You lick a stripe up the underside of his length and swirl your tongue around his tip. The taste of him on your tongue is your favourite, almost better than the meal you were having earlier.

He leans forward, completely towering over you as he braces himself on the wall. His hips subtly, but not unnoticeably jerk forward.

You smile against his tip and take him in, hollowing your cheeks gradually as your head bobs.

It doesn’t take very long to get him off, perhaps even less than 3 minutes. He comes in your mouth with a silent moan, his gasps loud as if he’s right next to your ear. You continue jerking him for a moment longer, prolonging his orgasm.

“My favourite type of Chan.”

“Post-orgasm me?” He asks with heavily tinted cheeks.

“Yeah,” you stand up and redress yourself. Then you kiss him. Soft. Loving. Slow.

•••••••

You both manage to make your way back to the table without much suspicion. As you sit at the table, the chair next to you is empty, but you don’t think too much about it, smiling at everyone and, particularly, your lover across you.

The woman who was sat next to you earlier returns and sits beside you.

“Hey, you alright?” You ask to fill the air.

“Yep. Just came back from the toilet.”

Your smile freezes, cheeks burning up. The woman gives a knowing smile. She heard. Everything. You don’t even look at Chan for confirmation.

“Next time,” she leans into your ear, “try to make sure you’re fully alone.”