#sub!han

“What about this one?”, you asked after pulling back the curtain.

Jisung looked at you for a second before his smile grew bigger.

“You look very pretty”.

Your shoulders slumped as you pouted. Of course, the compliment made you happy, but it wasn’t necessarily helping you with choosing an outfit.

“That like the fifth time you’ve said that”, you huffed but grinned when he pouted as well.

“Not my fault my girlfriend looks good in everything she’s wearing”, he cooed, leaning down a bit to press a quick kiss on your lips.

You shook your head at his stupid love struck words, but kissed him back. He was your stupid love struck boyfriend after all.

He had agreed to accompanying you to the mall and help you search for a new summer dress, but it turned out that he wasn’t helpful at all. Every time you showed him another one he would look at you with heart eyes and compliment you, not the outfit choice.

Maybe you just hadn’t found the right one yet, it had to be a dress that would make him swoon even more.

The next one had a floral print and a slit on the side, maybe that one would do the trick? But coming out of the stall, Jisung wasn’t standing in front of you. He wasn’t even looking at you. He was standing a few feet away, talking to one of the employees. She was obviously attracted to him, laughing at everything he was saying, even resting a hand on his arm.

It wasn’t his fault, it was his damn natural charm and cuteness, but you were still not having it. That was your man and yours only.

Without even wanting to get that agitated, you felt your anger bubble up. It was literally making your blood boil. A low growl was forming in your throat.

And with that, you stepped back into the changing cabin, getting out of that stupidly cute dress.

At this point, this was about revenge, you thought as you were looking into the mirror. You would show her that he was yours.

Mind blank because of raging jealousy, you took off your underwear as well.

“Jisung?”, you called out with a raised voice, “Can you help me with the zipper?”.

“Of course, my love”.

You snorted at the nickname he chose. Yeah, you would show him who he was in love with.

He pulled the curtain back just a bit to slip inside and when he looked at you, there wasn’t only love in those boba eyes. They were big with a lot of surprise in them, he was too stunned to speak. Jisung just stared at you in silence, lips parted.

You pulled him close before his body reacted any further or he realized that you were presenting yourself in your bare form while the only thing shielding you from literally everyone in this store was a layer of fabric.

With a swift motion you shoved him against the wall beside it. A little yelp was pushed out of his lungs, he held his breath.

“What are you doing?”, he whispered.

“Proving that you’re mine”, your fingers grabbed his hoodie, he whined.

“Huh?”.

His hands didn’t move, as if he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch you like this in public.

“I saw you, you know”, your lips grazed his jaw, “With that woman. Do I need to put a leash on you so you’ll stay?”.

He shivered, literally trembling as he let his head fall back against the wall out of instinct to give you more room to kiss him there.

“Oh god”, another whimper.

“Was that a ‘yes’, baby?”, you cooed, “Want me to put a collar on you to show everyone who you’re belonging to?”.

His hands finally found your waist, holding onto you for dear life.

“Please stop”, he said softly, voice broken, but instead of pushing you away, he was squeezing you in his hold and urging you to get even closer.

One hand of yours got hold of his jaw, holding him in place while the other one sneaked under his hoodie. With a featherlight touch, you let your fingers dance over his abs, relishing in how much he was squirming against the wall because of it.

You bit into the skin right below his ear, pulling another whine out of him.

“That woman seemed to like you”.

“I- hahh- I didn’t do anything”, he replied immediately.

You grinned against his skin, placing another kiss to his throat before stepping back a bit. Jisungs eyes were glassy and big, the devotion in it basically screaming at you. God, you wanted to eat him whole if you could.

“I know baby”.

Jisung would never, he loved you dearly. And you were fully reciprocating these feelings, you just liked to tease him and he enjoyed it - you knew he liked to be handled a bit rougher.

So you palmed him through his pants, massaging him with a slow pace. The grunt he let out and the fact he already was involuntarily humping your hand encouraged you to grow bolder, to go even further and unbuckle his belt.

“No wait-!”, he stopped you mid motion, talking frantically, “You wanna do this here? But- I can’t, I-“.

You cupped his cheek, gently stroking it and he really fucking leaned into the touch. God.

“Can’t stay silent?”.

He shook his head, already breathing quicker.

You tongued your cheek, but then grinned widely.

“No problem”, you said, picking up your panties, “Open”.

The little moan he gifted you went straight to your pussy, watching him obeying you without words and opening his mouth so willingly made you throb. You shoved the fabric between his teeth, he bit down on the lace, his eyes fluttering shut.

“What a good boy you are”, you praised him, earning a muffled gasp.

You got back to your previous task, opening his pants and moving your hand past the waistband of his underwear to pull his dick out. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, feeling how he twitched immediately.

Jisungs hands were stroking you absentmindedly, as if they moved on their own - hovering over your spine and going down to your ass. His breath was ragged and came in quick huffs through his nose, face scrunched up in pleasure.

He was already leaking, you used your thumb to spread his precum over the head, he grunted.

“Does that feel good, baby?”, you smiled, giving him a few slow pumps.

The dark haired nodded weakly, too caught up in his bliss. You yanked him towards you by the collar of his hoodie, your lips met his throat again, biting the sensitive skin, sucking on it.

His taste was as sweet as ever, your tongue swiped over the angry red color. You grinned at the mark, satisfied how prominent it was, everyone would see it and know that he was taken. You didn’t care about the fact that fans could see it, they were all already suspecting that he was in a relationship.

You pulled him away from the wall some more, moving to his neck. He rested his head on your shoulder, slumping against you as he whimpered when you sunk your teeth in there too.

You felt his fluttering heartbeat and you were sure you both were synchronized. He clawed at you, holding onto you as if you could vanish any second.

“You’re doing so good, Ji. Want a reward?”.

Jisung sighed as soon as your hand was jerking him off a bit faster, nodding again.

You let go off him, guiding him to sit on the stool in the cabin. The glasses he chose to wear today were a bit wonky, all fogged up. You took them off, setting them aside so you could properly look at him. His face was reddened, jaw and throat littered with faint remnants of your lipstick, hickeys on the right sight of his neck. You grinned.

He reached out for you, eyes hazy like he was drunk. Spit was running down from the side of his mouth to his chin. He already looked so perfectly ruined, it turned you on so much you couldn’t wait anymore. Holding back now was not an alternative.

So you climbed onto his lap, straddling him and taking his face into your hands.

“Baby, when I remove your gag, will you be able to stay quiet?”.

He shook his head quickly, already trembling out of pleasure and a grunt coming up when the head of his cock got trapped against your clit.

You pouted, pressing a kiss against his sweaty temple. You decided to let things be like they were, scooting closer and guiding his dick to your entrance.

Jisungs whole body tensed up with the attempt to be quiet as he was sliding in so easily because of your arousal. You had to additionally press your hand over his gagged mouth to smother as much sound as possible. He was moaning so loudly, you were sure someone must’ve heard him. His eyes were silently begging, and it was not the kind of plea of asking you to stop.

When he looked at you like that, he wanted you to ruin him completely, he wanted to come apart and he wanted you to use him for your pleasure.

It sparked a fire inside you. As if this situation wasn’t already risky enough, he was also looking at you like that.

He bottomed out, his hands pushing your hips down as much as possible, letting you grind on him like this.

“Thaaats it, baby”, you praised him, your hand sliding down from his mouth to wrap your fingers around his throat, “Give me a sign when I can move, yeah?”.

Jisung huffed, closing his eyes for a second and letting his head fall back into his neck. He was twitching and pulsing heavily inside of you, his sensitive cock being stimulated so good by your fluttering walls.

He reached impossibly deep like this and you felt so damn full. The sensation made you sigh in satisfaction, the fingers of your hand that wasn’t currently holding him in place entangled in his soft hair. You combed them back, scratching his scalp gently because he was doing such a good job.

A hum rumbled in his chest, soft but deep and he pulled you closer, encouraging you to rock your hips back and forth.

You began slowly, rolling your body to test the waters and how well he actually would be able to keep his voice down. When you were sure he had accommodated to the intense feeling at least a bit, you decided to go quicker.

You squeezed the sides of his throat to enhance his pleasure and he actually whined so loud at this, for a second you thought that he had just reached his release. His body was jolting, he actively squirmed underneath you to meet your movements halfway, needily fucking up into you.

His saliva reached your hand. He made a mess out of you probably as much as you did to him, your arousal constantly present as your juices oozed out. It was messy, the wet sounds so sinful, it made you deaf to everything else around you. You kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck - you weren’t able to keep your lips off of him anymore.

You yanked your panties out of his mouth, a string of saliva connected him to it but you ignored it. You pulled him into a searing kiss, asserting more pressure on his windpipe as you hungrily swallowed whine after choked whine he let out.

You were drunk, high on adrenaline and serotonin and his lips seemingly being the source of your addiction. Jisung moaned into your mouth, your rough treatment giving him no other choice but to surrender. Not that he would ever complain though, but when his desperate sounds drove you into your orgasm and your walls clenched around him violently, he joined you.

Another squeeze on his throat made him choke on his grunt while he painted the insides of your pussy, filling you up so deliciously and throughoutly, it left you breathless.

You finally let him inhale, catching his breath shakily.

“You okay?”, you whispered, swiping over his chin to get rid of his spit there.

“Yes- yes, my love”, his voice was so broken, it made your heart jump, “Haahh, I-“.

He didn’t finish his sentence, he wrapped his arms around you and clung to you with all his strength left. The embrace grounded both of you, made you come down from whatever all of this was.

“Sorry, baby. This probably was a bit much, huh?”, you mused, stroking his back.

He shook his head.

“That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed”, he chuckled, still a bit hoarse, “Just don’t do that in public again, maybe? I mean, I would do it again, though. But I don’t think we’re allowed to come back here”.

You felt hot, the back of your head tingling with guilt but at the same time, you were still basking in your post orgasm afterglow, so you could only giggle at his answer.

Jisung watched you get dressed and you helped him to look like he hadn’t just been wrecked in a changing room, but you didn’t let him cover up those hickeys.

These were your pride and as you walked out with him, holding his hand while his face was red out of embarrassment, you couldn’t help but grin and wink at the employee he previously had talked to. She looked at you with a mixture of irritation and anger, obviously knowing what just had happened in there. But you didn’t care, you had won after all.

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You’re failing chemistry.

You didn’t want to admit it to yourself at first. In all honesty, you still don’t want to admit it.

Because you pride yourself in being smart. In actually having a head on your shoulders. You’re a competitive cheerleader, the treasurer of your sorority, an honors student, and hell, you’re the student representative on the school board. You’re that guy that everyone knows vaguely for some reason, and you like to think that you’re well-liked amongst your social circles.

And somehow, despite all of your efforts, you’re failing chemistry.

General chemistry 1 was not a course you necessarily wanted to take. It was tedious, long lectures from a geriatric professor whose tenure needed to be challenged, and recitation periods with a jittery TA who clearly cared more about their Phd than how their students did in class. Which was fair, you suppose, but still didn’t make your life any easier. And the lab was no saving grace, with shitty rubrics that don’t actually tell you anything and a five page minimum procedure for every. Single. One. You were pretty sure you were going to tear your hair out at this point if the TA looked over your shoulder again and made a confused sound at what you were doing.

You’d try everything you could think of to pass this class on your own, but, much to your chagrin, you couldn’t take this class as a pass/fail course, because it was required for your major to graduate. Which meant the grade had to be good, or else it would tank your GPA into the depths of hell. You could say goodbye to your academic scholarships, and your spot on the cheer team (and your dignity).

In your time of need, halfway through the semester, you had given up, trudging across campus to the library and doing the walk of shame to the learning commons, which, of course, was at the far end of the first floor. You figured the only people who actually had to use the learning commons were idiots who didn’t actually try in their classes - the kind of desperate where you have to look your fellow students in the eyes and ask for not just help, but paid help. Plus, while you were a bit of a “nerd” yourself, the people that they usually hired for these positions had questionable hygiene on a good day. You shuddered, but trudged on, your shattered pride worth passing this god damn chemistry class.

There’s a mousy girl with a kind face sitting behind the front desk as you walk up, and she smiles at you as you approach. You realize with dread that she’s in the honors society with you, and you pray that she doesn’t recognize you.

“Hey, you!” she chirps, and you internally groan. “How can I help? Are you looking to become a tutor?”

You wince, shaking your head. “Unfortunately, no. General chemistry 1 is kicking my ass, and I can’t afford to fail it. Do you guys have any tutors who are free for that subject?”

“Oh, a million,” she responds, head bobbling as she nods, “Though some of them are, like, terrible. Let me try and hook you up with a good one.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you say, a grateful smile crossing your face, “I owe you big time.”

She waves you off with a laugh, scrolling through some sort of database on the ancient computer perched in front of her. The light in one of the private rooms behind her flickers, and you’re stuck fiddling with the zipper of your coat while she searches.

“Scale of 1 to 10, how piss-poor?” You quip back, and she laughs.

“You’d hate Minho-oppa, he’s actually kind of a jerk,” she starts, fingers slowing down, “But he’s smart. If you can deal with his piss-poor personality, you’ll learn a lot with him.”

“Oh, like a solid 8. If his students didn’t get excellent grades after working with him, I would’ve thrown a fit about keeping him on our team. But I don’t think he’s the perfect fit-aha!”

She practically jumps out of her seat, grinning at you from behind the desk. You raise an eyebrow and tilt your head, prompting her to go on.

“Jisung. You would love him. Super shy but very sweet, like, adorably so. He’s one of our newer ones but he got an A in gen. chem, looks like. Plus, he’s got a lot of availability!”

“Jisung,” you say, rolling the name in your mouth, “Okay. I’ll give him a shot. What do you need from me?”

She slides a form across the desk, and waves vaguely towards a cup of pens. You thank her quietly and fill it out quickly. It’s the usual nonsense - your name, your email, your phone number, your consent to be messaged and how the university isn’t liable for any trouble you have with your tutor - and you’re sliding the paper back to her. She types something on the computer, and then gives you a double thumbs-up and a bright grin.

“He’s been notified! You should be hearing from him soon. You let me know if he isn’t treating you right, and I’ll come after him.”

You laugh good naturedly, and give her a small nod. “I will. Thank you, seriously.”

The next morning, your phone buzzes in your pocket, an unknown number, and you can already tell that honors society girl was right about him being kind of adorable. He’s tripled texted you, and it’s both extremely formal and like he’s never talked to a person ever.

From: Unknown

>Hey there! This is Jisung, from the learning commons?>And hopefully you’re the person looking for general chemistry 1 tutoring!

>If you’re not then please ignore this. Or tell me actually so that I can get the right phone number!! That would be cool and awesome

You snort, already picturing what this guy looks like in your head. You save his contact as “Gen Chem” and text him back with one hand, letting him know when you’re available this week to hopefully meet.

You’re in a little bookstore/cafe right outside of campus three days later, right after the dinner rush has died down. The sun is just starting to slip past the horizon, casting a golden light in through the big windows at the front of the store, as you slip into the building. Jisung had let you know that he had already set up camp at one of the booths on the right. You glance back down at your messages, searching for a guy in a “pink hoodie and glasses” (very descriptive, Jisung) who looked like he was waiting for someone.

Your eyes land on someone tucked in the last booth, and oh. You're embarrassed by the way that heat immediately crawls up your neck, because he’s cute. Dangerously so, the kind of cute that makes you want to make some very bad decisions. His glasses are slipping down his nose and a little crooked, and his lower lip catches between his teeth as he types something on his computer, and suddenly, you’re thinking about how it would feel to be biting into his lower lip.

Focus, you think, shaking your head a little bit and willing your feet to carry you over to where he’s sitting. You slip your headphones off, shove your phone in your pocket, and shape your mouth into your friendliest smile, praying the heat of your ears can be blamed on the cold nip of autumn air you caught on your way over.

“Jisung, right?”

His head snaps up, and he looks at you like you’re not real. His mouth opens and closes uselessly a few times, his eyes flickering up and down a few times before landing back on your face. Your smile stretches a little wider, a little more genuine, and you speak again.

“Unless I’ve got the wrong cute guy in a pink hoodie and glasses.”

“C-cute? Uhm, no, right guy! That’s me. Hi, I’m Jisung. Hi.” He stammers out, shifting his computer and notebooks to make room for you to place your stuff down on the table. He knocks a pen off the table in his haste, and you try not to giggle at the way he winces, leaning down to pick it up. You slide in across from him easily, unzipping your bag and sliding out your laptop, ignoring the way your heart somersaults when his eyes find yours again.

“Hi,” you say, introducing yourself warmly, “I’ve never done anything like this before. What do you need from me so that you can help?”

You watch his nervous energy morph into something more defined, more controlled, as he slips into his tutor role. “Well, do you know what you’re struggling with? Because we can start with what you already know, or if you want, we can start from ground zero and rebuild. Sometimes people have the fundamentals wrong, and that’s what’s holding them back from understanding what’s happening now, y’know? I want this to be about you, not about me. We’ll build all the instruction around what you need and how you learn.”

The first session flies by easily, Jisung surprisingly professional once he’s slipped into tutor mode. He knows when you need him to slow down without you telling him, and there’s something about the way he describes things that make some of the confusion turn into something that might actually make sense.

It helps, too, that whenever he sees your face start to morph into understanding, or whenever you get a question right, he gives you a blinding grin, like he’s genuinely so happy that you’re learning from him. It’s so cute that you stumble over your words the first few times it happens, your fingers twitching as you imagine reaching across the table and pinching his squishy cheeks. He doesn’t seem to get why you stammer though, instead encouraging you by leaning in closer, murmuring little words of praise about how you’re “so close” or “on the right track”. He’s so sweet that you almost feel gross finding him cute, but also, you’re human, and you don’t think anyone else would be fairing any better than you are when they’re sitting across from Han Jisung.

You start seeing him around campus more now that you’ve met him. You see him tucked into the same worn booth at the student union every morning when you’re going to get your coffee, computer already open and an absurd amount of open notebooks sprawled across the table. You see him in your psychology lecture as you walk down to your seat in the lecture hall, and when he catches your eye, you make sure to give him a little wave and a smile. His contact name changes from “Gen Chem” to “Han Jisung” to just “Jisung”, and he’s pinned at the top of your messages before you even really realize it. You see him walking with the same boy all of the time, who you later find out during one of your sessions is his roommate, Minho, the tutor that the desk girl told you was “mean”. You relay this information and he laughs, warm and open, eyes crinkling in a way that makes you want to kiss where the skin bends and folds.

“Sounds about right,” he had responded, snorting and shaking his head, “I love my hyung, but he actually is kind of mean sometimes. He means it in a good way, though!”

Now, with finals right around the corner and a cheer competition somehow every single weekend, you were running on empty. You looked forward to your sessions with Jisung, but you could tell by the worried crease between his eyes that he could tell you were running on fumes at this point. He had even insisted that you don’t even pay him your last session, voice genuine and earnest.

“I don’t think you can really be mean in a ‘good way’, Sung,” you had responded, skeptical, “Though if he’s your friend, then he’s my friend too, I suppose. I’m not sorry that I chose you over him.”

“You chose me?” he had said, cheeks dusting pink, and you had to try to hide your flush when you told him yes.

“You’re not even awake enough to remember anything we talked about today,” he had reprimanded gently, “No use charging you if you didn’t actually learn. You need to learn a better sleep schedule.”

“Says you.”

“Hey!”

Things always ended up like that with Jisung. It was just so easy to talk to him, to be around him. He’s not what people would think your “type” would be, not the athletic, jock type who you could be arm candy for. You don’t quite know when he became your favorite person, but you know for a fact that he is. Your friends had started to notice the way your eyes would drift when you’d be walking around campus, looking for the familiar shape of him hunched over his computer or the way his too-big hoodies draped over his frame.

“Looking for someone?” your friend had asked you the other day, voice teasing.

“No.” you had responded defensively, and she had just sent you a look.

“Who’s the lucky guy?”

You had huffed and diverted the conversation, but it stuck with you. You had been sure when you had seen Han, that your attraction to him was surface level, and it would stay as such. But the more time you spent with him, the more it stuck with you that this might actually be something real this time.

And that scared you shitless.

That’s why you were at this shitty party in the first place. It’s a Saturday night, your cheer team had gotten back ripe at 5 o’clock this very morning after a Friday night showcase, and you were ready to get plastered, throw yourself at the nearest semi-attractive guy, and pray that you don’t accidentally moan out Jisung’s name instead of his when you drag him into one of the empty bedrooms in this giant house.

You weren’t even sure who’s house this was, but whoever owned this place was loaded. A spiral staircase, a ridiculous chandelier, a loud rug in the main dining room (apparently there’s a second one, but you’ve yet to find it), and so much alcohol that the smell of it mixed with sweat almost made you nauseous. Had this been your first rodeo, it probably would have.

You’re wrapped up in something tiny, and while the walk up the winding road from the Uber had been freezing, the warmth radiating off of the sea of bodies in this opulent house was making the little number you had on well worth the twenty seconds of cold you had to endure. You like the way this outfit made you feel, and by the way you'd had more than a few appreciative eyes dragging over your body, you weren’t the only one who liked it. You press yourself into the makeshift dancefloor (complete with a shitty disco ball and all) and everything blurs together for a while. There’s lots of hands and bodies everywhere, and it takes you a while before you can even manage to keep yourself near enough to just one person to even consider who your target would be tonight.

The guy you’re making eyes at now, as the beat of the bass pulses through your veins, isn’t bad looking. In all honesty, you think he’s quite attractive - sharp cheekbones, pretty lips, hair somehow still looking soft despite being mixed with sweat - but for some reason, your body isn’t reacting. His eyes haven’t really looked at you, not really, too focused on the way the fabric of your too-short shirt stretches across the skin of your hips. It creeps up every time you twist just right, and you let yourself sink into the way he can’t look away when it does. And then his hands are on you, and he’s pulling you back, and you can feel the weight of his hard-on through his jeans, pressing right into the seam of your ass, and-

And you’re wrangling yourself out of his grasp, feet carrying you away before you can stop yourself.

Turn back, turn back, turn back turn back turn back! you scream at yourself internally, but that nauseous feeling is back in your stomach, and it has nothing to do with the two very tiny sips of alcohol you had out of your friend’s cup earlier. You pass her now as you press your way to the bathroom, certain that you’re going to throw up for some god forsaken reason - well, you know the reason, but you’re not willing to admit that to yourself just yet. Because you would never be able to let yourself live down the fact that you were feeling sick to your stomach because the boy you were grinding against on the dance floor wasn’t in a stupid baggy hoodie and dumb glasses, and didn’t have the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen-

You kick whatever couple was making out in there out of the bathroom, and they have the decency to look at least a little embarrassed at being walked in on. The sight of them makes you feel sick all over again, and you think the one sees it on their face, because they send you a slightly concerned look as they drag their partner off into the crowd by the wrist. You realize vaguely that this is the friend of one of the girls on the cheer team with you, that she could alert your friend of your rightfully concerning state, that she could be the downfall of your facade to hold it together.

No matter. You were alone now, in this huge bathroom that had two sinks, a tub, and a walk-in shower that was almost the size of your entire room. You take a look at yourself in the mirror and inhale, a quiet sound. Your eyes are wild, your hands are shaking, and your lower lip is swollen from how much you’ve been biting it. 

“Fuck, okay,” you murmur, taking a few deep inhales as you stare at yourself, “Get it together. Get it together, won’t you?”

You slap your cheeks twice, shake your head violently, and turn on your heel to leave the too-big bathroom that made you feel like you were suffocating. It was a shoebox and a mansion all at once, and you had to be out of it.

You duck and weave through bodies, feeling the splash of alcohol on your skin as a particularly drunk girl from your team tips her cup on your arm as she tries to say hello. You give her a tight-lipped smile and keep moving, legs carrying you all the way to the beautiful barn doors that lead to the back door. Your fingers come to slide it open, to escape, when you hear it.

The unmistakable sound of Han Jisung’s laugh, bright and loud. Everything else becomes white noise, a blur of greyness and nothingness, as you spun around to search for the source of it. You think for a moment that you’re really just so pathetic that you’re hallucinating him right now, but then as you complete a second full spin, your eyes catch him.

You know why you didn’t see him the first time - he’s wearing something that you’ve never seen him in before. He has a tight black shirt on, the way it stretches and ripples across his chest and biceps making it look like a compression shirt. His usual black sweatpants that he admitted hadn’t seen a washing machine in nearly two weeks had been replaced with a nice pair of washed jeans, a boring black belt slipped through the loops. His fingers are dancing on a red solo cup, which is filled way too high for a guy who looks like he’s been here since the party started. You catch the peek of what looks to be a tattoo peeking out the dip of the neck of his shirt, and your head spins again, but from something else, this time.

And suddenly he’s moving, striding over to you in clumsy little steps. He bumps into someone and you watch his mouth form a million apologies at once, head bowing and bobbing frantically as the other person waves him off. 

Because damn, how did you not know that Jisung had a sleeper build? If you were actually drunk you would have been literally drooling all over the place at seeing him like this. Even now, he still has that familiar shape of anxiety and nerves, his glasses still perched on the slope of his nose, and it makes you even more endeared to him. The first rush of genuine attraction slips into your veins without your permission, and you think about going outside again, about avoiding the center of the problem standing right in front of you, but you’re not fast enough, because Han’s eyes have already peeled away from whoever he’s talking to and found yours.

It’s like you short-circuited. You feel like a stupid teenager, the blush crawling down your cheeks and spreading into your neck at an incredibly more embarrassing speed than it ever has before. He smiles at you, all toothy and sweet, waving at you enthusiastically. You can barely kickstart your brain enough to get your hand to move and wave back, every movement feeling like you’re dragging your body through molasses.

“Hey!! Didn’t think I would see you here,” he says, nose crinkling as he grins in a way that makes you want to sink your teeth into him and bite, “Didn’t you have a competition?”

You catch the way his eyes slip off your face for a second, dropping down to the swell of your chest and the skin of your thighs peeking out below your shorts, the way it makes his eyes get a little hazy and his cheeks get a little pink. You’re so focused on his face, on watching him watch you, that you almost jump when his eyes jump back to yours, concern swirling in his irises.

“You okay? Hello, this is Han Jisung, calling from Earth-”

You let out a snort before you can choke it back, the sound dissolving into a helpless (and embarrassed) giggle. He gives you that sheepish, warm smile he always does, that little edge of disbelief still sitting in the shape of his face, like he’s surprised you think he’s funny.

“‘m fine,” you hum, leaning closer to him to ‘talk’ so that you can smell the faint cologne clinging to the collar of his shirt, “It’s just loud in here. A little overwhelming, you know? And comp was last night, we got back this morning.”

“And the first place you wanted to be was a shitty house party, of course,” he teases, eyes crinkling at the corners when you roll your eyes at him, “Seriously, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be getting your beauty sleep?”

“Shouldn’t a nerd like you be studying?” you bite back, though there’s no real venom in your tone. “Finals are coming up, you know.”

“Minho-” he nods his head back to the conversation he ditched, who is staring at the two of you with a kind of burning intensity you can’t place “-insisted I get out tonight. Said something about one last hurrah, and also threatened to air fry my textbooks so…I had no choice, really.”

“Mean in a good way,” you hum, sticking your tongue out at this Minho character, “I see the vision now.”

“Did you just-” he laughs, real and genuine, the kind of laugh that always made your whole body feel like it was made of bugs.

“He’s never going to let that go.”

“Good,” you say, though the thump of the bass picks up, and you’re barely able to hear your own voice anymore, “Gotta start off on the right foot.”

You can see him laugh, but you can’t really hear it anymore, all of the sound in the room swirling into some sort of evil cacophony. Han must catch the way you wince, because he lights up, grabbing your wrist without a second thought and dragging you off towards the insane spiral staircase. He yells something back to you, drink sloshing in his hand, but you’re too distracted by the noise of the room (and the way that the punch is trickling over his long, thick fingers) to actually hear whatever he was trying to tell you.

The two of you trip up the stairs, bumping into couples pressed against the banister and people just trying to get away from some of the sound. You think you apologize, but everything is fuzzy, the only thing in focus is the stupid cute boy in front of you, whose fingers feel warm and nice against your wrist. He takes a sharp left at the top of the stairs, then a sharp right, and then he’s pulling open doors and guiding you up another set of stairs, and by the time you get to wherever he’s taking you, you’re lost.

“Ta-da!” he says triumphantly, pulling you into something that looks like a bedroom.

You just raise an eyebrow at him, and he pouts, letting you go to bolt off further into the room. You slip into the room fully, sliding the door closed behind you gently as you take in the room you’re in.

You peek your head out the window to find an expanse of strangely flat roof, and an extremely proud looking Jisung perched on it.

It’s yet another opulent room, the kind that looks like no one’s touched it in years but a maid, complete with a giant queen sized canopy bed and a bookshelf full of books that look like they might turn to dust if you touch them.

“C’mere!” you hear Jisung call out, and your eyes are drawn to the window in front of you, curtains now billowing, and you realize with startling clarity that Jisung must have climbed out the window, because he’s no longer in the room with you. His voice is a little muffled, but you’re drawn to it anyways. 

“Found such a cool spot earlier,” he says, starting to ramble, “And I thought of you right away-I mean-I thought you would like it! Yeah, because you talked about it once. Wanting to see the stars, I mean. You said you wanted to go stargazing? And I know this party isn’t ideal, but uh-well…I just thought maybe you’d still want to see? With me? If that’s okay??”

You’ve climbed your way out the window by the time he stops rambling, cheeks flushed and glasses slipping down his nose as he looks at you with those big boba eyes of his. Well, looks past you - he can’t seem to make eye contact with you right now, not after his little outburst. In a moment of boldness and perhaps stupidity, you reach out and press a finger to the bridge of his glasses, sliding them back up into place for him. He gawks at you, hand clenching and unclenching at his side, and you have to pretend like you don’t want to jump his bones right this instant as you slide to sit on the roof next to him.

Neither of you say anything for a moment. You’re lost in the way the moonlight makes him look like he’s glowing, in the way he can’t seem to stop himself from looking at you back. You’re close - too close, shoulders brushing and breath mixing together between you. You will yourself to say something, to say anything, but the words get caught in your throat, stuck and tangled there. You feel sick again, but not like you did before. You think the only cure to the swirling in your gut would be to feel Jisung’s lips against yours.

He makes a choked sound in his throat when you lean closer, your eyes dropping to his lips and then dragging up the flush of his cheeks and the curve of his nose to meet his eyes again. His lower lip catches between his teeth, and your tongue flicks out subconsciously, licking your lips as you watch him.

“Can I?” you hum, the way your voice breaks giving away your desperation.

He nods once, solemnly, shiny eyes pleading you to close the gap. His fingers tentatively dance across the cold roof below you, until they’re brushing against yours. You close the gap, sliding your hand on top of his, and lean in again, closer and closer. You stop just short of his lips, noses brushing. You can faintly smell the dull edge of alcohol on his breath and sweat on his skin, mixed with the hint of that dull cologne you caught earlier, but you don’t press in yet, revelling in the way his eyes slipped closed already.

“Words, Sungie.” You murmur, and he shivers when the breath of your words brushes his skin.

“Please.”

That’s all the confirmation you need to close the gap, and god, it’s everything you ever wanted. Out here, under the glow of the stars dotting the sky, there was nothing but the two of you. His lips are nervous against yours, his hand twitching under yours when you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. He whimpers and it makes you press closer to him, knee brushing his. You only pull away from him to part for air, a quick inhale just to satiate your screaming lungs before you dive back in to kiss him senseless all over again.

He tastes like the shitty punch downstairs and the hint of something sweet, the lip balm on his lips tasting faintly of strawberries when you sweep your tongue across it. The longer you kiss, the more confident he seems to get against you, nerves melting into something needier as he presses back into you with just as much fervour as you’re giving him. When your tongue comes to swipe at his lips again he lets them part, lets your tongue explore the expanse of his mouth and tangle with his tongue. His tongue peeks into your mouth, experimental, and you let him guide the kiss. He’s not good, necessarily, movements clunky and nervous, but he’s so eager that it sends a spike of heat through you anyways, warmth pooling in your abdomen. You can feel the way your arousal is starting to seep out of you, the way your underwear starts to feel a little damp through your tiny shorts.

When the two of you pull away from each other you’re sure you’re a mess. Your lips feel swollen and raw, and your skin feels like it's on fire, despite the nip of cold air on the roof. 

“Wow.” He says, breathless, the word tumbling out of his mouth without his permission.

You just lean forward to press your forehead to his, equally breathless, a swirl of emotions you aren’t willing to name yet sitting heavy in your stomach. He leans in too, and for a moment, the two of you just sit there, pressed against each other under the stars. Your fingers are still warm on top of his, and you squeeze, just once, and he presses a little harder into you. 

You pull away only to look at  him, studying his face quietly in the glow of the aftermath. He won’t really look at you, eyes searching the area around your face but never looking right at you. You bring your free hand up to grab at his chin gently, guiding his face to look at you.

“God, you’re perfect,” you say, words slipping out before your brain can stop them, “Thank you.”

“Thank-thank me?” He looks at you, incredulous. “You just-you-I can’t even form sentences right now! You’re so-” he motions wildly with his hands, eyes wide and glassy “-you know?”

“Right,” you say, a laughing edge to your tone, “And I’ll take being-” you let go of his face to mimic his motions “-if you keep being perfect.”

He flushes a pretty pink, mouth curling at the corners into a shy sort of smile. You lean forward to kiss it, a quick, chaste kiss to each corner before you press a longer, lingering kiss right to the center of his mouth. He leans in as you lean away, chasing your mouth, until he’s swallowed your lips in another kiss. He kisses you like he can’t believe you’re real, like you might just disappear if he lets you get away from him for even a second. The kisses twist into something hot again, desperation lingering in every swipe of the tongue and scrape of teeth, and you force yourself to pull away before you start pawing at his pants out here in the open.

“Not out here,” you pant out, lips red and glossy from a mix of his spit and yours, “Back inside?”

“You want-with me?” You send him a look, and he scrambles up, nodding. “Okay. Okay. Inside. Yeah, let’s-here, I’ll go in first, help you through! I’m a real gentleman, you know-”

“Yeah?” You cut him off before his cute rambling makes you leak through your shorts, too, “Do all the ladies call you that?”

“Hopefully uhm-hopefully just you!” He squeaks out, before practically catapulting himself back into the house through the window.

You hear a faint “ow!” followed by the shuffle of limbs, and Jisung is peeking back out the window at you, glasses skewed on his face and hair a little messier than before. You do your best not to laugh at him and accept the hand that he offers you, slipping back into the room with far more grace and ease than he did.

The air is thick with words unspoken, with what ifs and maybes that you don’t think you’re ready to address yet. Instead, you slip your top off, tossing it onto the thick armchair in the corner of the giant room (who needs an armchair in their bedroom??). Han visibly short circuits, mouth agape and opening and closing uselessly as he drinks you in. His eyes are greedy, dragging over every square inch of your exposed skin until you’re shifting in place, nervous.

“You too,” you say, sudden shyness clinging to the edges of your words, “I want to see you.”

“I-you-okay!” He squeaks, yanking the hem of his shirt out of where it’s tucked into his jeans.

He clumsily pulls the top over his head, the collar catching his glasses and leaving them dangling off one of his ears. He tosses his shirt to sit with yours on the armchair, and when he goes to take off his glasses, you glide over, grabbing his wrist and stopping him.

“Leave them on.”

You don’t elaborate, and he doesn’t need you to. The way his ears burn red and his mouth parts into a little ‘o’ tells you all you need to know. You let your fingers brush his cheek as you use both hands to fix the glasses on his face, letting out a content hum when they’re sitting on his nose just right again.

You watch his face as you let your hands drop from his face, fingers splaying across his broad shoulders. When he whimpers, high and needy and in the back of his throat, as your touch gets firmer, more explorative, you let yourself continue your path downwards. The muscles under his skin are solid, tensing and rippling when he shifts to press into your touch. The room is quiet, sans the sound of your breathing and his little noises when you brush a sensitive patch of skin. The junction where shoulder meets neck is particularly sensitive, and you make sure to run a light touch over that spot just to watch him jump and whine.

Of all the people you would have expected to have secret tattoos, Han Jisung was not one of them, but you’re damn grateful he has them. The piece that spreads out in dark ink across his upper right chest and shoulder is calling your name, and you first let your fingers drag across it before leaning forward and tracing the lettering with your tongue. His head falls back when your tongue makes contact with his skin, but his eyes stay open, laser-focused on your every move. His hands still hang uselessly by his side, digging into the fabric of his jeans when your teasing touch is just a bit too much.

“When did you get these?” you say against his skin, the hum of your voice in his body sending a jolt of heat through him.

He tries to answer, he really does, but when one of your hands drops and starts tracing the letters that run up his side, it’s like he’s forgotten how to. A mix between a moan and a choked word tumbles out of his mouth when you let your nails lightly drag over it, goosebumps raising on his skin everywhere you touch.

You pinch his side and bite right into the compass on his chest, faux glaring up at him. “C’mon, Ji, when’d you get these?”

“I don’t-hrk! Don’t remember,” he huffs out, head lolling, “Maybe, maybe five or-hah-five or s-six months-oooh, sh-shit-ago?”

“Y-yeah? You think so?” He says, heat dusting his neck and upper chest a light pink.

You hum appreciatively against his skin.

“Looks good on you,” you say, pressing a kind kiss to the place you bit, which now holds the indents of your teeth on it, “Makes you even hotter.”

You hum again, an affirmative sound, before your fingers teasing the tattoo on his side slide to his belt buckle. You don’t fiddle with it yet, just let your fingers rest there, sending him a questioning look.

“Can I?”

“Yeah, yeah, yes, of course?? Duh?? Go ahead, do whatever you want, you’re so unreal-mmph!”

You cut him off with an amused kiss, a little disappointed in yourself that you’re somehow even more turned on by his rambling, but you let it slide. Your fingers focus on undoing his belt for now, the buckle clinking gently as you wrestle it open. You don’t even bother pulling it from the belt loops, instead undoing the button at the top of his jeans and unzipping his fly. His hips buck up into your touch, barely there enough to have brushed where he needs you the most but enough for him to long for it. He whines when you pull away from him, eyes searching your face as you take a step back.

“Take those off and meet me on the bed, won’t you?” You say, a cool dominance sinking into your tone.

It’s not usually your style to take control like this, but there’s something very intoxicating and tempting about the idea of guiding Jisung through it, bending him to your whims and wants. He’s just so pliable, following your every direction like it’s gospel.

He nods frantically, mumbling something quietly to himself that almost sounds a little like a motivational speech to himself. You turn and slide yourself out of your too-small shorts and your underwear in one swoop, wincing when a sticky trail of arousal smears down your leg as you do. You don’t look back at him, partially because you already know he’s going to follow you, but also because you know whatever control you’re holding right now is going to break the second you get a good look at him, flushed and naked and ready for you.

You climb up onto the canopy bed with ease, wincing when a thin layer of dust puffs into the air when your weight sinks into it. You suppose it’s for the best that no one uses this bed after what the two of you are going to do on it, but it still makes you cough a little as you breathe it in.

Ignoring the scratch of the dust in your airways, you slide up until you’re on your back near the headboard, head pressed into the pillows at the top of the bed. Your hair splays out across the silky pillowcases, and only now do you allow yourself a proper look at Jisung. And you’re very glad you waited until you were seated, because you’re quite certain that your knees would’ve given out if you’d seen him still standing. Another gush of arousal seeps out of you, and your thighs try to twitch closed on their own.

He looks so good in the moonlight, all sharp edges and muscle. You don’t know how he ever hid himself from you before, the tension of skin over firm muscle hard to miss as he stumbles over to the bed. Between his legs lies his straining erection, bobbing with every step he takes, red and flushed and leaking almost as much as you are. You would be embarrassed for him if it wasn’t so hot to see how desperate he was for you. He wasn’t particularly long or thick, sitting somewhere in that average range, but the way it curved just slightly upwards made you drool a bit, knowing that he’s going to hit that sweet spot inside of you perfectly. 

He hovers near the side of the bed hesitantly, fingers stretching through the air to reach towards you but stopping, hovering like he needed your permission to even touch. If you were less desperate yourself you might make him beg, but the idea of waiting any longer to have him on you wasn’t all that appealing, not when you’ve been picturing this moment in your head for the past few months.

“C’mere,” you motion, legs spreading wide to make room for him, “Need you, Sungie. Need you.”

You make sure to whine out the last word, dragging out the vowel in a way that had him biting his lip and dragging himself onto the mattress with you. He settles between your legs, fingers just brushing the skin of your hips, before he looks up at you again for permission. You huff, exasperated with his hesitance, linking your legs behind his back and dragging him forward until his arousal is pressed right against yours. The contact is so delicious that it has you throwing your head back and him falling forward, hands coming to catch himself on either side of your head. His glasses are getting foggy around the edges now, the humidity of sweat and sex in the air enough to blur the glass. He lets out what you could only describe as a wail, hips rutting against you uncontrollably as he seeks more of that delicious friction.

His precum smears and mixes with yours, a hot mess coating both your entrance and his dick with the mixture of your arousals. He thinks this might just be how he dies, pressed against you in some random guy’s house. He thanks the lucky stars that Minho dragged him out here tonight as his tip catches the ring of your entrance, making both of you moan. The sound echoes off the walls, and your mouth falls open again when he presses down with more force, the pressure too much and somehow not enough.

“Sungie. Kiss me?” You moan out, hips bucking up to glide the two of you together.

He kisses you so hard your teeth clack together, but neither of you can care, not when everything feels so good, the thrum of pleasure burning hot through both of your veins. He’s loud, louder than you, and you try and swallow his sounds as best as you can. Not that anyone would find you out here, in this secluded corner of the house, but a sick little part of you wants these sounds to be yours and yours alone. Whatever this is will happen again - you’re going to make sure of it - and while you’re not ready to say it just yet, you want to be his just as much as you want him to be yours.

“Please, please, jagiya, can I? Can-hic! Can I put it in, please?” Jisung whines against your mouth, pace getting inconsistent as he ruts against you like an animal. 

You nod against him, foreheads pressing together as he looks down, trying to guide the buck of his hips to slip his cock into your waiting entrance. But everything’s too wet, the mess of your arousals making everything too slippery, and Jisung whines, bucking more frantically now.

You let out a broken sound when his tip catches your entrance and shlicks back up, your tightness too much for his cock to slide in without some guidance. And you want to be patient, to let him try, but you can’t do it anymore. You need him so bad that every bit of your judgement is clouded, the only conscious drive left in your brain telling you that you needed his cock to stretch you open now.

Your legs lock around him once again, and before he can even open his mouth to question you, you’re using your body weight to throw him sideways, effectively flipping your positions. You land on top of him, arousal pressed directly on top of his aching cock in a way that has his hips arching off the bed into you.

You lift your own hips just enough to reach a hand down to grab at his member, guiding his tip to your entrance. You hold the base as you sink, slow and teasingly at first, entrance only swallowing the tip. You hover there for a moment, only the fat head of his cock inside of you, and let your walls flutter around him, revelling in the way it makes his head fall back and his mouth fall open.

“Jagiya.” He sobs, and then your name, and then useless babbles when you slam down, taking him all the way to the base.

It knocks the air out of you, the curve of him pressing directly into that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Your vision spins for a second, fireworks exploding behind your eyes, and you have to press a hand to his chest to steady yourself. The muscle under your fingers twitch, and you can feel the rapid drum of his heartbeat against your fingertips, making you clench down around him.

“Ohmygod,” he sobs, eyes rolling back, cock twitching and swelling inside of you, “You feel-oh my god. I can’t-can’t, I’m gonna. Can I? Please please please, can I?”

“Already?” you tease, though the breathiness in your voice reveals just how close you already feel, too. “As long as you let me keep using you-ooooh, fuck-using you to get off, you can come whenever you want. Wanna feel you filling me up nice and full.”

He hiccups at that, glasses fully foggy on his face now, barely sitting on the tip of his nose. His cheeks are flushed a deep pink, and his fingers are digging into the sheets below you with so much strength you fear they might rip. While you sit for a moment and adjust to the way he stretches you open, you lift your hand off his chest and use both hands to guide his to sit on the meat of your hips. They don’t do anything at first, just rest, warm and hot against your skin, but when you clench again, they dig deep into your skin, hard enough that you know you’ll have bruises tomorrow.

The idea of his mark on your skin makes you giddy, and it’s what gets you to start bouncing, slowly at first, letting him really feel the slide of your walls around him. He groans, the sound tearing out of him from somewhere deep and low in his chest, almost animalistic. You’re already feeling the coil inside of you starting to wind tight, so worked up already from all of the build-up that you’re not sure you’re going to last long enough to really use him after his orgasm.

That’s what you thought, but with a silent scream, Jisung is coming, warm spurts of cum filling you up. He comes so much, still twitching and leaking into you as you continue your pace, desperate to get yourself off now, too.

“It’s too much,” he sobs, hiccuping and digging his fingers into your hips to try and pry you off of his sensitive cock, “Too much! Can’t, I can’t, it hurts, please-”

“You told me-hngh-you told me you could take it,” you respond, hips picking up their pace, his arms too weak right now to get you off of him, “So you’re going to. I’m gonna come all around your cock, okay? So take it like a good boy, fuck, that’s it, that’s-hah-that’s the spot. Just-hrk! Jus’ sit still and look pretty, there you go jagi.”

You shut up before your words become totally incoherent, simply letting your pleasure morph into whimpers and moans as you roll your hips in a circle, dragging his cock, still hard inside of you (you’re not sure he ever went down), against that spot inside of you again and again and again. This is no longer about him, about the two of you, it’s about using him like a human dildo and getting yourself off.

There’s fat tears rolling down his cheeks now, drool slipping out the corner of his swollen lips, and you reach a thumb up to wipe away the tears, cooing when his head tilts to press into your touch. The way his whole body just gives in to you, his willingness to let you keep pushing him past overstimulation, is enough to make you tip over the edge.

“I’m gonna come, you’re gonna make me come, Jisung!”

With a shout of his name on your tongue you let go, gushing around his length and soaking his dick and his thighs with your come. His eyes roll back as you do, and if you were any more present in the moment, you would feel the weak twitch of him inside of you as he comes a second time. You think you black out for a second, falling forward to press your face into the curve of his shoulder. You sink your teeth in as your high rolls through you, the shockwaves almost too much, as he grinds up into you to work you through it. You’re everywhere and nowhere all at once, until the sting of overstimulation starts to creep up your spine and you have to press his hips into the bed with your weight to keep him from continuing.

You slide off of him, both of you hissing as his soft cock slides out of you, along with a slick mixture of both of your cum. Your legs feel like jello, and it takes far more effort than you would like to admit to lie down next to him. He rolls over into you once you do, shifting so that his face presses into your chest. Your arms come to drape around him automatically, one hand reaching to run through his hair and the other running soothing circles into his back.

“Thank you.” He says, after a while of comfortable silence. “For this, I mean. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” you huff, poking at the muscles in his back, “You’re not some charity case.”

“Well I’m me, and you’re, well…you’re you,” he says, like that explains everything, “I don’t-guys like me don’t get chances with people like you.”

“What, hot, sexy nerds who have a good dick game don’t want to sleep with people like me? I see how it is.” You tease, though there’s a sharp edge to your words. “Be so for real, Sungie. I should be thanking you.”

He buries his face into your chest, mumbling something about how “unfair” you are, and you just laugh, bending your head to press a kiss to the crown of his head.

“We should probably get moving,” you say, trying to break the tension that’s building in your chest, “I’m not sleeping in this freak ass house. I can’t do it.”

“We can go back to mine!” Jisung offers, and then flushes when your head snaps to look at him, “I mean. If you want to? Minho and I have separate rooms, and oh my god, this was just a hook up, wasn’t it?? Sorry, you uh-I can just-”

He detangles himself from you, trying to slide off the mattress, avoiding eye contact with you as he continues to ramble, so quietly that you can’t actually hear what he’s saying.

“Jisung.” you say, firm and sharp, grabbing his wrist before he can get any further.

He glances back at you, the hint of something hopeful in his eyes.

“I’d love to.”

And if you stick your tongue out at Minho again as the two of you limp out of the party, well, no one would be the wiser.

mommy kink mentioned once.

"If you keep squirming like that, people are going to figure it out..."

Han doesn’t look up from his phone. Instead, he bites his lower lip harder, frowning with concentration as he shuffles in his seat. Wriggling around like he just can’t get comfortable.

Well, of course he can’t get comfortable. 

Not with that vibe inside him, currently buzzing along at the lowest setting, despite the way you keep turning it up. That’s the reason his eyes are fixed on his phone–so that every time you swipe up to increase the speed, he swipes down again to lower it. 

He never turns it off though.

You can't help but tease your poor boyfriend, leaning your head on his shoulder and looking up at him adoringly. Smiling sweetly like you didn’t just turn up the vibrations up by a sneaky two degrees.

It wasn’t your idea to stick the vibe up his ass before going out, but goddamn if you’re not going to have fun with it. And besides, he can always switch it off if it gets too much. You both have the control app on your phones.

But your little quokka boyfriend is as stubborn as he is cute. And then twice as kinky. 

So instead of giving in, he sucks on his lower lip, flinching slightly when you turn the vibrations up again. And this time, because he is very brave, he doesn’t turn them down again. Instead he switches to Bubble, reading through the messages of his fans, some more rabid than others.

Something flares in your chest, something ugly and possessive. Something that narrows its eyes and sharpens its claws, a feral beast that’s been insulted.

He got you to put a vibe in his ass, and now he’s chatting to fans like it’s just a regular Tuesday? The audacity. 

Is he just trying to distract himself, or this a weird kink thing he hasn’t told you about? If it is a kink, where does it land on the moral scale? Fans can’t consent to it if they don’t know what is happening… but glancing down and reading some of the messages over his shoulder, you’re pretty sure they would not be opposed.

You have half a mind to switch the vibe off, to make a statement tinged with spite. But then you have a better idea. So you get up abruptly and walk away, looking every inch the sulking girlfriend as you go and stand with Seungmin instead, grabbing a juicebox and ripping the straw from its packaging.

You can feel Han’s eyes on you, and you know exactly what they’ll look like: all round and glossy under furrowed brows, cute and confused. Full boba eyed puppy mode engaged. But you’re putting your attention on a different puppy instead. 

Seungmin narrows his eyes as you lean against the wall next to him, his eyes flicking from you to Han and back again.

“Did your boyfriend’s anime knees offend you or something?”

Glancing over you can confirm he is in full anime knees mode. But that probably has something to do with the fact that you removed his app access and turned the vibe up by a third. If the way his hand is over his crotch is anything to go by, he’s losing the battle with his erection. Good.

“What are you doing, making him watch porn or something? Some kind of kinky power move? I know you guys are freaky like that.” 

Apparently Seungmin can see thoughts, or at least the lightbulb switching on above your head, because he sighs like you just broke a family heirloom–disappointed, but not surprised. “Actually, don’t tell me.”

You grin, sacchine sweet and oh so innocent (Seungmin immediately sees through it, rolling his eyes and putting his earbuds in, muttering something about not consenting to this tomfoolery) as you go through the reels on your phone, searching for the perfect video.

You glance up and meet Han’s eyes, all watery now with confused sexual frustration. Paired with his pretty princess pout, it’s a deadly combination. Or it would be, if you didn’t already have a plan. You text him.

You gonna be a good boy?

Han texts back immediately.

Yes, mommy.

Damn if that doesn’t make you tingle.

Good. Watch this. 

You send the video, and keep your eyes fixed on Han as he waits for it to load. 

You can tell when it starts from the way his eyebrows shoot up and pinch together. The way his anime knees clench. And the tiny little moan that everyone in the room hears. But before Han can register the amount of side eye he’s receiving, you enact phase two of your plan.

You turn up the vibrations. All. The. Way.

Fuck the moan. This time, Han squeaks. And shudders. And blushes bright red, looking down at his crotch in shock. Like his dick started reciting Latin or something.

Seungmin turns to you with an expression that’s half disgust, and half impressed.

“Did you just make your boyfriend cum from halfway across the room?”

You smile, unable to keep the wickedness out of your grin as you glance over at Han, who is still staring at his crotch like it betrayed him. You switch of the vibe, earning you another boba eyed gasp from him and an audible eye roll from Seungmin.

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

Seungmin follows your gaze, blinks once, and shakes his head like a dog with a bee in its ear.

“Good point. Absolutely not.”

He gives himself another shake, as if he can make himself unsee Han cumming in his pants, before sighing dramatically. 

“Go rescue him before Chan does. Unless you want to explain the situation to him too.”

The tiny demon part of your brain is screaming YES YES TELL CHAN ABOUT THE VIBE! Luckily for Han, the rest of you is already halfway back to him, shrugging Han’s oversized jacket off your shoulders and slipping it over his lap as you discreetly grab some wet wipes from your bag.

You press a kiss to his flushed cheek as Chan walks over, one suspicious-and-wary eyebrow raised.

“Is Han okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

Ah yes, the post orgasm word fumbling. One of Han’s cutest traits. Luckily he has such a caring girlfriend to look after him. You lean your head on Han’s shoulder and wrap a comforting arm around his waist, your face the picture of innocence as you look at his leader.

“All good. We’re just vibin’.”

everybody go thank 💅 anon for putting this in my head. also, I appear to have developed a skz!gf vs bubble vendetta. first Chan, now Han... maybe it's a fluke, maybe it'll happen again. who knows 💁‍♀️ 800 event is still ongoing, I'm just really slow at writing and got suddenly insecure about it, so for now every time my brain has a thought I can make into a li'l something I try write it out immediately. also this month I'm taking part in @breakmeoff's kinktober event, so I'll have a couple of things coming out for that. if you're stil reading my babbling at this point, I love you! thank you for taking the time to read my silly thoughts :)

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There had been far too many incidents of you barging in while he was changing or in the middle of an online class. And those were just the first few examples that came to mind.

So when he decided to buy a toy to indulge in himself and his needs exploring more of kinks too, he made sure to lock his door and told you he was doing something 'important' so you wouldn't disturb him.

And that brings him to today. He'd been buzzing with anticipation all day, constantly tracking the package and checking whether it was already out for delivery that Changbin even joked he must have a girlfriend blowing up his phone lately with texts to get him to be glued 24/7 to his phone. Meanwhile Jisung just rolled his eyes and kept insisting it was not a girlfriend and just a "simple package".

And when he finally got that rewarding notification that his package had been delivered, it immediately made him ecstatic, especially after such a long excruciating day. He practically sprinted home, leaving Changbin and Chan standing there in confusion to eat up all the dust from how fast he had been running.

When he was finally at the doorstep of your shared apartment, he immediately picked up the box and practically tripped over his feet opening the door, toeing off his shoes at the entryway and tearing into the package impatiently.

He was wondering at first why the apartment was so dark and quiet, but he remembered you were out for an after-class club or something along those lines, and, he thought to himself as being incredibly lucky right now, he can finally relax without any interruptions!

He wasted absolutely no time heading to his room.

Dropping his bag beside his desk, he sat down and opened the package. Excitement buzzed through him as he examined its contents. His jacket and pants were quickly discarded onto a nearby chair, leaving him in a simple white tee and his boxers, and he finally allowed himself a moment to relax after the long day.

"Okay... let's see what you can do..." Jisung murmurs, unboxing the item and inspecting it. The toy was a bullet stroker, or that's what it said on the box. He checks the information on its little manual "Sucking sensation.... helps with jerking off... wow, it really does everything huh?" He jokes, murmuring while he reads the rest. And embarrassingly, the thought of using it already got him hard in his boxers, some pre already leaking, darkening his boxers further.

Shimmying out of his boxers and propping his pillow upright to support his back when he'd lean on the headboard, Jisung finally let himself enjoy his new toy. Of course, he cleaned it up before use.

"Okay, let's see you in action then," Jisung concludes, grabbing some of his favorite strawberry-flavored lube from his bedside drawer, opening its cap with a distinct 'click!' that reverberated throughout the small space. He squirts it all over his very hard and erect cock as well as the toy, the cold liquid making him hiss a little as he slowly inserts it, wincing at the squelch that made him shiver.

He lets himself be familiar with the sensation first. It was warm thanks to the heat of his skin and the lube that was quick to warm up. It almost felt jelly-like and tight, hugging his cock tight once he started to move his hand a little

He slides the toy over the head of his penis, eyes shutting tight at the sensation, a shaky groan leaving his lips as he moves it in a slow up-down-up-down motion to spread the moisture. The toy gripped him like a vice, like a suction feeling that didn't want to let him go, a tight slide when he flicked his wrist again to build a steady pace.

Jisung's hands paw around at the bed, looking for the remote that came with it, fumbling for that little item, opening his eyes with effort as he presses the "on" button.

Once the vibration starts, Jisung's hips jerk up into the toy in surprise, “O-oh! Shit–! That's– haha that's pretty– hngk s-strong!” He whimpers, a heavy buzz at first, but once he pressed it firmly against his skin, it quickly turned to a soft, quiet hum, filling the room along with the soft squelches of the toy gliding when he moved his hand.

His fingers pressed the button again, a steady hum that was a little stronger than before. He starts to slide down the bed more, tummy tensing as loud moans leave his swollen lips, not deciding to even be quiet since technically he is alone at the moment

A particularly louder whimper steals his breath when he presses the toy against the underside of his cock, toes curling at the sensations. "F–fuck! 's good..." he breathes out, eyes half-lidded.

It went on like this for longer. He was progressively getting louder and louder the more he let himself succumb to the sensations, His breaths turning to ragged, shallow gasps. The wet slaps of the lube intensify as he finally starts to stroke the vibrating sleeve up and down in a frantic, desperate rhythm. (When had he even stopped moving his hand?)

His fingers tightened around the remote, fingers slipping as he pressed the button to turn it to his highest setting, a choked-out whine being punched out of his lungs

"O-oh my go–angh! Go-d!.. T-Too much–!" Jisung's voice pitches higher and higher once he starts getting closer to his orgasm, two hands clutching the toy as the wet slaps of the toy intensify once he starts fucking his hips up into it harder and harder.

The buzzing grew intense, his thighs started to quiver as he felt like his brain was leaking out of his ears. The sensations all the more felt like his blood was turning to liquid heat, rushing under his skin. “ 'm close– ngah! Gon–na c-cum!" He announces to no one, hips chasing after the pleasure almost frantically

But just as he was about to completely tip over the edge, he suddenly heard his bedroom door open. Your voice immediately fills the room, and he squeaks, pulling his hands away, and clamping his legs shut, pulling his blanket further up his chest. "J–jeez what the hell!!" He yells, flustered.

"Sorry! Sorry!" You apologize, fully entering his room now. You assumed he'd just been resting, but seeing that he's shirtless, maybe he just came back from the shower, and it was another one of those 'I almost walked into him changing again' moments.

You shut the door behind you, the 'click!' His door felt like a doom bell in Jisung's head because suddenly you started to.... chat with him?!

"Okay, I just HAD to get this out before I forget, listen— remember Ji-a from my biology class? Yeah, like the one that told me I've been stealing her things when I clearly HADN'T? Yeah– guess what she did today!" You kept rambling on and on, your hands completely expressing what you were trying to convey, your brows furrowing at whatever gossip you were telling him.

And while usually, Jisung would listen and be completely invested in whatever you said, all the words you spewed out felt like a buzz in his head. Because he had been so scared of you coming in to see him that he quickly covered himself with his blanket, he forgot to turn off his toy.

Which meant that right now, while you're babbling on and on about something he usually would've cared about, he can't bring himself to actually listen because his cock was leaking, the toy still hugging it tight while it kept vibrating on his most sensitive spots. His thighs tensing, his vision blurring with tears he kept trying to blink back.

His knuckles went white with how tight he clutched his blanket, small shaky hums, and "To-Totally!" Left his lips. He pinched his arm, trying to direct his head into something other than the overwhelming feeling of his orgasm getting closer and closer.

Though much to his horror, his body couldn't contain all this pleasure anymore and before he knew it, he's cumming and oh– he's cumming so so much that he felt floaty and lightheaded. He shut his eyes, desperately trying to fight back a moan, his lips bitten harsh enough to draw blood and the metallic tang floods his taste buds.

“Sung? Sungie– Hey??? Are you listening?” He hears you, though it starts to sound like he's underwater, your voice distant. He was still panting, chest heaving from the brutal and soul-sucking climax, the toy still vibrating on his dick. He didn't register it, but you stepped closer in confusion, tapping his thigh with much force which immediately sent him further as his entire body violently jerked, squirting all over as the blankets started to darken from the stain. His eyes rolled back, back arching once the second orgasm was pulled out of his oversensitive body.

“Jisung…? Did you just–” You murmur in disbelief, watching as he desperately tries to screw his eyes open, his eyes wide like saucers, pupils dilated as his tongue was practically rolling out of his mouth, drool starting to slip. He whimpers, the feeling of fear creeping in as he tries to pull back from you, creating some distance although his movements were clumsy.

“ 'm s-sorry I'm sorry–" a moan cuts him off. The apologies tumbling out of his mouth blurring to begs. "T–turn it o– ogkh–! Fuck! Off! Turn it off please, please, please!” He begs, a helpless, broken whimper caught in his throat as his thighs begin to shake uncontrollably all over again. He couldn't hold back anymore, his arm was all bruised up from trying to pinch himself quiet to no effort as he writhes on the bed. Meanwhile, you, who had been standing frozen in shock, snapped out of your haze at watching your roommate literally fall apart all from a toy that you could finally hear the buzzing of once you stopped talking.

You fumbled around the bed, fingers coming into contact with smooth plastic and you pressed the button, the incessant buzzing of the toy finally shut off leaving Jisung shivering and half-ruined, softly whining at the loss of pleasure as he pants, shaking fingers finally pulling away the toy from his swollen cock.

“hey, hey, sungie?” You kneel, the mattress dipping under your weight as Jisung subtly nods his head in reply. You quickly noticed his eyes were half-closed, glazed over, and his legs were trembling so violently the mattress shook “Hey… are you okay?” You cooed softly, voice laced with concern. Meanwhile, Jisung didn't even answer, just letting out a fractured, breathless whine while he stares blankly at the ceiling

Worried, You leaned over and placed your palm flat against Jisung's inner thigh to try and steady his shaking leg. But the instant her warm skin met his, his entire spine arched off the bed. A sharp, incredibly loud gasp tore from his throat, his fingers instantly clawing into the bedsheets. He wasn't pushing you away—his hips instinctively twitched upward, helplessly chasing the heat of your hand.

“Nghk–! Too much!” He moans. You froze, your heart hammering against your ribs as you realized just how incredibly raw and responsive he was.

Jisung looks up at you, eyes completely unfocused, silently begging for more but unable to form a single word. His throat clicked as he tried to swallow. The sheer vulnerability of his state sent a heavy, electric jolt straight to your stomach. And just as much your logical mind would go against it, you felt yourself getting wet under your skirt. The boundary was gone.

You didn't pull your hand back; instead, you slowly slid your palm higher and higher, tracing the fever-hot skin of his thigh until your fingers brushed against him. "You're so sensitive," you whispered, Jisung's breath hitched while your voice trembled. "Let me help you.”

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his hyper-sensitive skin before you finally took him into the melting warmth of your waiting mouth. The contrast to the cold plastic toy was too much. He let out a loud, cracked sob, his hands flying up to grip your hair, fingers tight begging to just hold onto something stable while his world spun. It sent a shiver across your skin once he tugs, making you moan against his cock

You started with small kitten licks to the head of his cock, then swirled your tongue over the wet head of his length, hearing him instantly start to unravel out loud. "Oh god, o-oh! fuck!, it's too warm, you're too warm," he babbled, his voice raw and frantic. "Please—fuck, I can't think, my head is spinning, everything is spinning…” Jisung moans, head hitting the pillow as he vocalises every feeling coursing through his veins once he starts to get close again.

Seeing him right on the ragged edge, you pulled back, shaking his grip on your head away, replacing your mouth with the slick, tight grip of your palm. You stroked him fast—much easier with his previous two orgasms—using his own slick moisture, looking right up at his glazed eyes.

"Look at you," you murmured, pumping him steadily. "You're doing so well for me, baby. You look so beautiful unraveling f'me." The praise sent an electric jolt straight to Jisung's core, shattering whatever tiny bit of control he (surprisingly) had left.

He didn't just groan; he started loudly rambling in a desperate, unfiltered loop as the third climax was hitting him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mommy, it's so good, fuck, you're so good to me, please don't stop—fuck, it's close! It's coming—" His thighs convulsed violently as he wails.

His fingers clawed at the sheets, bunching the fabric into balls as he clenched his fists “gonna cum– mommy please I'm gonna— gonna cum—” loud ah ah ah's left his lips as he arched his back, hips stuttering as he thrusted up into your tight warm hand, mind so torn between pulling away and wanting more.

And at once, a sudden powerful spray of clear, watery fluid gushed over your hand. He kept crying out, eyes rolling and back bowing in a beautiful arch off the bed, his voice cracking into breathless, repetitive whimpers long after the fluid stopped, completely spent and entirely yours. He slumps back down the mattress, the powerful waves finally subsided, leaving the room quiet except for the ragged sound of his wet, broken pants.

He lay completely flat, chest heaving, his fingers still weakly tangled in the bedsheets. You didn't pull away. Instead, you crawled further up the mattress, the bed dipping as you hovered over his shivering frame.

His eyes were still glazed, pupils blown wide as he stared blankly up at you, his lower jaw slack. "Look at me, Sungie," you cooed softly, your hand coming up to gently cup his flushed, sweaty cheek. He let out a weak whimper at the contact, his head automatically tilting into your palm.

You leaned down, your lips catching his breath before you pressed your mouth firmly against his. The kiss was immediate, heavy, and sloppy. You slid your tongue past his parted lips, tasting the unmistakable, sharp tang of his own spent fluids mixed with your saliva. The sheer intimacy of it made Jisung let out a muffled, vibrating groan deep in his throat.

He didn't have the physical strength to hold you or push his hips up anymore, but his mouth eagerly, desperately chased yours, drinking you in like a lifeline. He was completely undone, his body still occasionally twitching beneath you from the aftershocks of the third round, but as you deeply turned the kiss, his frantic breathing finally began to slow. He was entirely safe in your hold, utterly ruined, and completely content just to melt into the mattress under your weight.

As you finally pulled back from the deep, lazy kiss, a thick thread of saliva stretched between your lips before breaking. Jisung lay beneath you looking like a thoroughly dazed, melted puddle, his eyes blinking slowly as the cognitive gears in his brain finally clanked back into place.

He stared at you, then down at the ruined, dark stain on his blanket, and then—horrifyingly—the memory of his own unfiltered mouth echoed in his ears. His eyes suddenly went wide as saucers, a furious, bright crimson blush exploding from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears.

"I... I called you... did.. I?? I did... oh my god," he choked out, burying his face entirely in his hands as a pathetic, muffled groan of pure embarrassment escaped him. You couldn't help but let out a soft, teasing chuckle, leaning down to plant a fond kiss right on his knuckles.

"Don't worry about it, roomie," you murmured playfully, brushing a stray piece of hair from his sweaty forehead. "But just so we're clear... you're definitely doing my laundry for next month.”

@hyvnesangel hi... haha... I was the new writer anon 💔💔 I hope you like it.. 😔😔 (I actually wrote this horny with 2 hours of sleep...)

The bedroom is warm, dim, the heavy scent of detergent and clean sheets. Your bodies are completely tangled together, Jisung is curled on his side, his back pressed flush against your chest, one of your arms slung over his waist as you breathe in the sweet, familiar scent of his hair.

For a long time, there is nothing but the soft hum of the radiator. But then, Jisung stirs. He gives a quiet, sleepy sigh and tries to slowly, subtly slide out from under your arm, his foot tentatively reaching out of the warm covers.

You tighten your grip slightly, your sleep-heavy arm holding him close. "Where are you going, Hannie?" you mumble against the back of his neck, pressing a soft, dry kiss to his warm skin.

"Bathroom," he murmurs back, his voice thick with sleep. "I have to pee, baby. Let me go."

Instead of letting him slide away, you squeeze your arms a little tighter around his waist, pulling him back until there isn't a breath of space left between you. "No, stay," you coo softly, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. "You're too warm. Don't go."

A playful, teasing warmth blossoms in your chest, a sudden desire to push his boundaries. You drape one of your legs heavily over his thighs, pinning his legs together and locking him in place with the lazy, crushing weight of your body.

"Did I say you could get up, Hannie?" you whisper, your voice dropping into a soft, commanding coo.

"Please," Jisung whimpers, his voice cracking as he tries to subtly shift his weight away from you again, testing the heavy, solid boundaries of your hold. "Please, let me get up. Just... just five minutes. I really can't hold it if you're laying on me."

"Then you’ll just have to try your hardest," you murmur, leaning forward to press a slow, lingering kiss to his warm, bare shoulder, inhaling the comforting scent of his skin.

 Jisung lets out a weak, shuddering breath, his head dropping back against your chest as he realizes he isn't going anywhere. The heavy drape of your thigh over his legs keeps him completely pinned, and every small, desperate tilt of his hips to find a comfortable angle only presses his lower stomach harder against your firm thighs.

"See? Isn't this nice?" you coo in his ear, your hand slowly sliding down his chest, tracing the soft line of his ribs. "Just stay right here. Let me distract you."

You press a series of slow, lazy kisses along the curve of his neck, your lips lingering over his pulse point. He tries to focus on the sweet, warm affection, but his body is fighting a losing battle. Your hand continues its downward path, slipping past the waistband of his soft boxers to rest flat against the tight, rounded heat of his lower abdomen.

He gasps, his entire body jerking slightly at the sudden contact. "Ah- baby, don't, please... it's too much," he whines, his fingers blindly reaching back to claw at your hip, his knuckles turning white as he tries to pull your hand away.

"Shh, easy, Hannie. Just relax for me," you whisper, pressing a firm, deliberate bit of pressure with your palm right against his full bladder.

A high-pitched, desperate sob escapes his throat, his legs locked tight beneath yours as he squirm helplessly. But the sweet friction of your hand and the overwhelming intimacy of being held so close starts to betray him. You feel the sudden, thick heat of him stirring against your thigh, his body growing warm and heavy with arousal.

You let out a soft, delighted hum against his skin, sliding your hand lower until your fingers wrap around his growing length.

"Look at you," you tease gently, your voice dropping into a sweet, degrading coo. "Getting so pretty and hard for me when you're this desperate. But you know what happens when you get horny, don't you, baby? It'll just make it hurt worse."

True to your words, you begin to stroke him, your hand sliding up and down his slick, sensitive length with a slow, agonizing rhythm. Jisung lets out a fractured whine, his head thrashing against your shoulder. The swelling heat of his erection only tightens the muscles in his lower belly, pinching his bladder and making the urge to cum and empty himself flare.

"Ah! Baby, stop, please, I'm gonna- I'm gonna leak," he cries out, his hips twitching forward in a desperate attempt to escape the sweet torment of your palm.

"Let it leak, Hannie," you whisper back, reaching over to the bedside table with your free hand to grab the bottle of lube. The quiet click of the cap makes his shoulders bunch with instant anticipation.

You squeeze a generous amount of the cool gel onto your fingers, the chill making him shiver violently as you press them against his puckered, trembling entrance. "You're already so tight. Let's see how much more you can take."

You slide your first finger inside him.

Jisung screams into the quiet room as his body clamps down around you. He is so incredibly sensitive from the pressure of his bladder, and the sudden intrusion of your finger stretches him to his absolute limit. Before he can even catch his breath, you add a second finger, slick with lube, parting him easily and beginning to search.

You find his prostate almost instantly, already highly sensitive. But because his bladder is so desperately full, his prostate is pushed right against it. The moment your fingers hook upward, pressing firmly against that sweet spot, you are simultaneously crushing his bladder from the inside.

"Oh god! No, no, please!" Jisung sobs, his entire body going rigid. His legs lock together beneath yours as a wave of pure physical panic washes over him. The sensation is blinding, hitting his prostate sends a jolt of raw pleasure straight to his core, but it instantly triggers the overwhelming, explosive urge to pee. He is caught in a vice grip of sheer sensory overload. "I can't- I'm gonna wet the bed, I'm gonna pee on you, please let me go-"

"Do it," you command, your voice dropping into a low, fiercely encouraging purr as you drive your fingers deeper, curling them ruthlessly against his prostate. "Make a mess for me, Hannie. I want to see you completely ruin these sheets."

"N-no, I can't, it's dirty-"

"It's perfect," you coo, picking up the pace, your fingers fucking him with a relentless, shallow friction that hits his sweet spot over and over. Your other hand wraps back around his hard, leaking length, stroking him in perfect sync with your fingers. "Show me how dirty you can be, baby. Let it go, let me see you make a mess."

With a desperate, choked cry, his erection twitches violently in your grip. Thick, white ropes of cum paint his own lower stomach and splash against your fingers as his body is wracked by the intense, blinding spasms of his release. But the sheer force of the climax completely drains him. The clenching, involuntary contractions of his orgasm act as the final blow to his physical endurance, his muscles give out and with it his ability to hold back.

"Look at you, Hannie... oh, sweet boy," you coo softly, keeping your fingers buried deep inside him to feel every lingering, trembling pulse of his surrender. "You came so pretty for me."

A heavy, soaking wave of scalding heat spills out between his thighs, instantly drenching his boxers, your hand, and the soft sheets beneath you. The sudden emptying of his bladder, his internal walls clenching in desperate spasms around your fingers as the pressure finally dissolves.

"You couldn't even help it, could you? Your poor little body is just so weak and needy."

"Look at how wet you made us," you tease gently, pressing your lips to his sweat-slicked ear. "So helpless. You're just a sweet, dirty little boy who can't even hold his pee when he gets fucked, hm?"

Jisung whimpers, a weak, embarrassed sound as he tries to hide his face in his hands. "Baby, please... I'm sorry... "

You slowly ease your slick fingers out of him, letting out a hum of absolute satisfaction. You wrap both of your arms tightly around his waist, pulling his trembling, damp body flush against your chest and burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"Don't be sorry, sweet boy," you whisper reassuringly, rubbing soothing, flat circles against his lower back. "We can wash the sheets. You did so well for me. Just breathe. I've got you."

He lets out a long, shaky sigh, slowly turning his head to press his nose against your neck, his arms wrapping weakly around your shoulder as he finally sinks into the absolute, warm safety of your embrace.

"We do need to get up to change the sheets though."

Bangchan

He's so cute when he's in heat

Superrrr needy and whiny

Rubbing his face against you and clinging onto you almost always

You always know when he's in pre-heat

He gets extra submissive and clingy with you

Constantly looking at you with the sweetest heart eyes

He'll feel very warm, his cheeks, ears and neck will be dusted pink

Until eventually he ends up either in your lap humping your thigh or laying cuddled up to your side and rutting into your hip

He never leaves the room in his heats

And doesn't like having you leave even if it's to get food or something to drink but you reassure him you'll be back soon

In a constant daze, always looking flushed and tired

He LOVES you taking complete control of him

Pinning him down and manhandling him to your liking

Knotting him as many times as you'd like

If he becomes very overwhelmed when you're fucking him so good he'll sink his canines into your shoulder

The prettiest muffled cries and moans ripping through him

He'll always trigger your rut

His scent is just so addicting to you

He's always so sweet and adorable during his heats yet loves how rough and relentless you are

Having him bent over, his ass in the air as your gripping his arms behind his back. His face smushed into the pillow as your growling and grunting behind him

Fucking him so deeply whilst he just whines and whimpers so beautifully

His slick dripping down his thighs and making such a loud squelching sound as your cock drills into him

Will beg you to knot him

Will beg you to cum inside him

Will beg you to choke him

Will beg you to just ruin him

And the way he pleads is so sweet you can't resist, you'd do anything for your little omega

Lee Know

Super bratty during his pre-heats but when his heat comes he's surprisingly obedient

Don't get me wrong he can be feisty

Might bite you then and there but he'll let you do what you want with him

During his pre-heats he likes to act out alot but a just give him a warning growl and he'll back off

He won't really tell you when his heat starts but he'll find a way to let you know

He'd probably sit on your lap for a while until you feel his slick begin seeping through and onto your trousers

Or he'd be constantly at your neck, sniffing, licking and biting

You love how red he gets whilst you're fucking him

From his ears down to his chest and BRIGHT red and so hot to the touch

Loses control sometimes and forgets his place and ends up shoving you onto your back and riding you so hard you feel your dick may fall off

You can't say you'd complain about it, it feels fucking amazing the way he slams himself down onto your cock

He prefers you fuck him on his back so he could wrap himself around you tightly

He loves how big your cock is and how deep it reaches everytime

His slick is something that could send any alpha into rut from a mile away

It smells and tastes of honey

There's been many times where you'd just have him on his stomach whilst you eat him out

He'd definitely mark you

He's a big biter

You have many marks and scars from where he's bitten you and you love them

Changbin

He's so cute during his heats I wanna eat him

No like literally I can't

He's covered with many bite marks from you and your ruts cause you get so much cuteness aggression from him

He's just so twitchy and sensitive you can't keep your hands off him

His titties get...bigger and insanely sensitive

He'll cry through most of his heat wether your fucking him or not

He just gets so emotional

And that turns you on alot...I mean...He's so cute when he cries (and so is lix)

Tiny leaky cock 🤏🏻

He's usually quite quiet when you're fucking him but they'll get louder the rougher you get and the closer he's getting

You love touching his ears and tail

He'll let out a little whimper when your fingers brush across them lightly

You love to tease him

He's so pathetic and you're so mean to poor binnie

Stopping right as he's about to cum, brushing your fingers against his ears and getting him all wet just to leave him, pinching his overly sensitive nipples and making him cum all over himself and then laughing at him whilst he lays there sobbing and hiding behind his arms

Your knots so big it's almost a struggle to push it in him every time but he finally manages after getting him to relax a little

You love to hold him so tight whilst your waiting to be detached from him

Kissing him softly as he just whines with tears streaming down his cheeks

Hyunjin

Sluttiest omega ever

It's like he gets possessed by something

Will show himself off infront of you

Put on a little show

Strip himself down whilst you sit back on the bed and watch

Will crawl on the bed towards with dark lust filled eyes looking like he's ready to devour you

You may be the alpha but doesn't stop him from teasing you and making you beg for his hole

Laying down on his back with his legs up in front of you whilst he fingers himself

So much slick is dripping down the bed and his fingers, it's making your cock twitch

He'll finger himself until he's had enough and is needy for your cock

He'll climb into your lap and slide himself down onto you

He'll ride you slowly

He basically tortures himself

Gets himself so worked up to the point he's tearing up and begging you to ruin him

Sweat dripping down his face as he looks so fucked out

You'll finally flip him over and give him what he's been begging for

Wrapping your hands tightly round his throat hard enough it makes him slightly gasp for air

Will smile that that fucked out manic smile he does as your losing all your control over him

Your primal instincts start to creep up, your mind confusing horny and aggression and mixing them into one

At that point hyunjin's a goner

His facade of having you beg for him long gone as your primal instincts kick in

Growling out that he's yours and only yours, how if anyone dares to lay a hand on him you'd rip them apart

Takes your knot so well

Lays there completely limp after, you'd think he's dead

Han

He's so needy during his heats

Constantly fucking himself back onto you

Touching you at every chance he can get

Grinding his ass against you to get your attention

He basically lives on your lap when you're not fucking

So loud omg

His moans are so pretty though

Just makes sure if he's in heat that there's nobody else in the house cause he WILL keep them up all night with his loud cries and moans

Huge pillow princess

Will make you do EVERYTHING

Will lay there and take it so well though

No complaints, he'd just let you do whatever you'd like

If you're feeling mean though, then you'll make him ride you

He's so pathetic when he's desperately trying to ride you

Whining as he grips your shoulders and attempts to bounce himself on your cock

He'd eventually give up, legs going weak as he flops down and just grinds his cock onto your stomach

Definitely the type to lick you

He's sitting in your lap and wrapping himself around you as he lick at your neck every so often

It's his way of trying to get your complete attention and tell you he's needy again

His legs tremble when he cums it's so cute

Felix

Produces so much slick you'd think he would be bone dry by the next day

But ofc he isn't, he produces just as much...maybe even more

Such a wet, slippy mess when you fuck him through his heats

But his slick makes you completely animalistic

You lose all sense of control when he's bent over in front of you, slick pouring down his thighs and pooling at his knees

You have to change and wash the sheets every day through his heats

He always soaks through his underwear

It's a very easy glide when you first shove your cock into him and he's always so warm

The sweetest little omega

In both ways

He's constantly thanking you for everything you give him, every heat you've helped him through, how well you take care of him, how good you fuck him

And also sweet as in his slick

It's like cotton candy, you could eat away for hours until you feel as if your teeth may rot

He's got a huge thing for the size difference between you both

He's so tiny and cute whilst your so big and intimidating, yet very kind and caring on the inside

Your cock bulges in his stomach it's so big

With the amount of slick he produces it's an easy fit luckily but he loves the feeling of being stretched so wide

Your knots a whole other story

It makes him cry

Not sad tears, very very happy tears

He fucking LOVES your knot and will beg so much for it

Seungmin

We all know he purposely pisses you off just so you can manhandle him

We all know he loves that shit and gets off on it

The way you grab him by the throat and growl in his ear for him to behave

The way you hook his arms behind his back and hold him in place as you do whatever you want to him

He just smiles and giggles the whole time

It's his happy place being thrown around by you

Especially when in heat

He could cum just by you putting him in a headlock

Which you do often

Having lay on his stomach, your arms hooked around his neck and locking in place as you pound your cock into him

He just lays there and cries out the most pathetic moans

He has a little thing for slight asphyxiation

Loves when you choke him to the point he's going dizzy and gasping for air

He's so slutty during his heats and you love it

Wiggling his perky little butt at you or putting his hand right over your crotch and acting all innocent when you glare at him

Would definitely stick his tongue out and pant when you've got him bent over and fucking his brains out

He'd love to ride you thigh as his slick drips out all over your trousers

Won't admit it but he loves being knotted by you

The feeling of being attached to you so intimately makes him feel so fuzzy inside

I.N

Super shy during his heats

Reluctant to touch you or initiate anything

He'd go as long as he could through his heats until you finally find out he's in heat

You try encourage him to start telling you but he's too embarrassed

Though he has asked once but it's because he was insanely desperate and was basically losing his mind

He's so blushy when you begin stripping him down which just makes you wanna devour him

He definitely knows how to set your primal instincts off without trying

You become so protective over him

He gets flustered when you growl at anyone who steps even anywhere near him

He shakes a little when you tower over the top of him, gulping as you touch his body teasingly

His moans are so adorable

He tries holding them back but when you're being so rough with him he can't help but let them slip out

Can't help but claw down your back when you're fucking him into the mattress

His claws are quite sharp so he'd accidentally make you bleed a little

Not that you mind

Let's out a very loud gasp when your knot slips in

He's never used to the size of it

Was very confused the first time you ever knotted him since you were his very first and he had no knowledge or experience

Took him by surprise when suddenly something even thicker slipped in and suddenly become attached to the inside of him

You just laughed and kissed him before explaining what happened