day 3 <> pillow humping <> jongseob x fem!reader 18+ MDNI
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he was supposed to be napping. at least, that’s what you thought when you walked into his room—dim, quiet except for the hum of the AC. he was sprawled across the bed, hoodie tugged up to his chin. but the way his breath caught, sharp and broken, told you this was no nap.
your gaze trailed lower. his hips were grinding down in slow, desperate circles against the pillow shoved under him. his sweats bunched and damp from the friction, and he was chasing release like he would die if he stopped.
“seob?” you whispered, disbelief tangled with amusement.
he froze, the sound of your voice making his head snap up. his eyes widen, cheeks flushed, hair damp against his forehead. “i-shit-i didn’t know you were-“ his excuse dissolved into a groan when his body betrayed him, rutting against the pillow again despite the humiliation burning across his face.
you leaned on the doorframe, savoring his wrecked state. “so.. this is what happens when you’re ’writing lyrics’?”
he buried his face in the crook of his arm, muffling a whine. “please… don’t just stand there.”
you crossed the room, slow on purpose, and sat on the edge of the mattress. his hips stuttered when your hand slid across his lower back. “don’t stop on my account. let me see how badly you need me.”
his breath hitched. he tried to hold back, but you pressed firmly against his hips, forcing him down against the pillow. the sound that tore out of his throat was raw, needy, nothing he’d ever let slip around anyone else.
“look at you,” you murmured, nails scratching lightly over the fabric of his hoodie. “grinding so hard, have you been thinking about this all day?”
he lifted his head just enough for you to see his swollen lips, bitten red. “i have,” he admitted, voice wrecked. “couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
that earned him a sharp tug of his hair, and his whole body arched, rutting harder into the pillow. “why settle for this?” you teased. “you could’ve just come to me.”
his laugh broke halfway into another whimper. “was gonna… just… needed something to take the edge off.”
you slipped your hand between him and the pillow, palm flat against the front of his sweats. his whole body jolted, breathless. “edge off? baby, you’re dripping through the fabric. that pillow’s not enough for you.”
he nodded frantically, hips jerking against your hand instead of the pillow. “need you.. please!”
“then beg me properly.”
he whined, muffled and raw, but the words spilled anyway. “please touch me, please… want you so bad, i’ll do anything!”
your smile was cruel when you finally slipped your hand inside his sweats, finding him hot and throbbing. his whole body shuddered, forehead pressed into your shoulder as his moans tumbled out. the pillow forgotten, he fucked himself into your hand like he’d been waiting hours for this.
“that’s better,” you purred, tightening your grip just enough to hear his choked moans. “my good boy.”
his release hit fast, a desperate flood after so much teasing—hips jerking, moans spilling against your skin as he came undone in your hand, clutching at you like an anchor.
when it was over, he collapsed against you, breath ragged, face still red with a mix of exertion and embarrassment. you kissed the crown of his head, fingers tracing lazy circles in his spine. “next time,” you murmured, “skip the pillow. i’ll take care of you.”
