“s’too much sweetheart— h-hah..” you’ve been overstimulating him for the past 30 minutes, your right hand covered in your husbands slick. he’s laying in between your legs, head resting in the crook of your neck as his hands latch firmly onto your plump thighs.
he had come home from work clearly frustrated with whatever went on inside his workplace, you just wanted to give him somethin’ to cool off after a hard day at work! “nuh uh.. s’not enough, you’re being soo good for me kennnn.” your free hand threads fingers through his silky hair as your sultry voice throws him for a loop. he truly underestimated how filthy his little wife was.
he’s planting delicate kisses on your neck while he’s huffing out shallow breaths, you continue to jerk his lengthy cock, milking whatever he has left inside of him. “f-fuck nngh m’gonna cum again- mmf,” he’s moaning out — pleading even, you’ve put a hand tightly over his mouth, silencing his loud moans. “yeah? you’re being so loudd.. heh- c’mon give it to me kentoo” you giggle, fisting his cock while his leaky tip oozes out beads of pre-cum.
his hands are gripping your thighs while he bucks his hips into your hand, chasing his orgasm. the room is filled with obscene noises and muffled moans, you move your hand from his mouth upwards to his eyes, blinding him. “mmngh- please p-please yeah.. d-don’t stop shiiit!” he groans, tilting his head back as the coil deep in his stomach unwravels.
your hand is jerking him up n down, squeezing him tightly. his cum is pouring out, dripping all over your hand as you focus your strokes onto his sensitive tip. “o. . . oh fuuuuck fuck fuck hnghh ah!” he whines while his cum flows out his slit in large spurts. he’s made a mess all throughout your hand, cum dripping down to his balls.
“feel better big boy..?” you giggle, removing both your hands from his body causing him to wince out of overstimulation. “hah.. almost killed me y’know” he glares at your smitten facial expressions, you roll your eyes before landing a big kiss onto his parched lips. “whateverrr, you liked it!” you reply, only thing on your mind is the next time you’ll be able to help your husband ‘cool off after work’
who knows.. maybe this will become a little routine you guys have
a/n : can you tell i like sub nanami.. ermm ; got lazy at the end loll likes & reblogs appreciated <3 kisses from c4toru !!
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Contains: shameless filth with multiple rounds(sex bender I dare say), freaks falling in love with each other's freakiness, pent-up illustrator/artist unistudent!hyunjin who is kinda shy/bit of a loser and equally as pent up TA!reader
Names used, positions and kinks: baby(for both), ma'am(for reader), pretty girl(for reader), sweetheart(for him), slight choking, tear licking, cowgirl, missionary, ass up face down, dry humping, make out, flirting, dirty talk
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It wasn't your fault; his lips looked like the sin of lust come alive. It wasn't your fault you both frequented the same bar, either. And it most definitely wasn't your fault that he was a grade A munch.
At least that's what you told yourself when, for the third time that week(it was Wednesday), Hyunjin texted you asking to see you. He was distracted and aching. Pervert.
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But a bit from the beginning of it all:
The first time you slept together was an accident and an indulgence in both your stupidly human desires.
It was about a month into the new academic year, and it was your first time teaching Hyunjin’s class. Having had only a couple of lectures with them, you didn’t remember all their faces, let alone each of their names; there were more than 80 people, for fuck’s sake, plus Hyunjin wasn't from the goody two-shoes types that sat in the front row for you to remember his face. He sat a little further back, always observing you, silently.
So when your eyes passed over the neighbouring table when you were at a bar with your friends, you didn’t pay any mind to the man whose eyes were digging into the ground since the second he saw you walk in. You didn’t know who he was, but he sure as hell knew you.
It was a Friday night after his table of friends, and yours seemed to merge as the night went on inside a bar that you had been going to for years now. And it seemed like he had also taken a liking to it after moving into the city for university.
You didn’t notice him at first.
Which, in hindsight, might’ve saved you a lot of trouble if it had stayed that way.
He noticed you, though. That much was obvious later—painfully obvious, in the way everything about him tended to be once you knew where to look.
It started small.
A glance that lingered too long. Then disappeared the second you even shifted slightly toward him. The kind of thing you almost miss if you’re not paying attention—but once you are, it becomes impossible to ignore.
You caught it by accident.
Halfway through a conversation, your eyes flicked past his table—and there he was, already looking at you. Not casually. Not in that effortless, confident way some people do.
No—he looked like he’d been staring. And the second your eyes met, he froze. Actually froze. His posture stiffened, his fingers tightening around his glass like he didn’t know what to do with them anymore. His gaze dropped so fast it was almost impressive, like he’d been burned.
You blinked.
Huh.
Pretty, your brain supplied a second later, unhelpfully. Pretty in a way that didn’t match the rest of him—the awkwardness, the way he seemed slightly out of place in his own body, like he hadn’t quite figured out where to put his limbs.
And then, like he felt you still looking, he glanced back up. Just for a second.
Long enough to confirm that, yes—he had been staring.
And yes—he was doing it again.
You didn’t look away this time.
That was your first mistake.
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The tables merging wasn’t planned either. It just… happened. Someone dragged over a chair, someone else shifted, drinks were shared, names were exchanged too quickly to remember. The kind of messy social overlap that always happens when the night stretches long enough, and the music gets just loud enough to excuse proximity.
And suddenly, he was closer.
Not next to you. Not yet.
But close enough that you could see the way he kept glancing over—and then immediately pretending he wasn’t.
It was almost… endearing.
Almost.
“What’s your name?”
You didn’t even realize you’d spoken until he startled. Actually startled.
His head snapped toward you, eyes wide for half a second before something like panic flickered across his face.
“Oh—uh—” His voice caught. You raised a brow.
He swallowed, visibly collecting himself. “Hyunjin.”
He said it like he wasn’t sure it was the right answer.
You repeated it, slower. Testing it. His ears turned red. Not a little. A lot.
“…yeah,” he said quietly, like he didn’t trust his voice to do much more than that. You leaned back slightly, studying him now without pretending otherwise.
“Relax,” you said. “I’m not interrogating you.”
“I’m relaxed,” he replied immediately. He was not relaxed.
His grip on his glass said otherwise. So did the way his shoulders were slightly hunched, like he was trying to make himself smaller even though he very much wasn’t. You hummed. “Sure.”
—
He didn’t flirt. That was the thing. Or—if he did, it wasn’t intentional.
There were no smooth lines. No teasing confidence. No practiced charm.
Instead, there was this constant, quiet attention. He listened too closely. Watched too carefully and reacted a second too late sometimes, like he was processing everything you said twice before responding.
And when you spoke directly to him?
It was worse. He’d look at you—really look—and then immediately seem like he regretted it. Like he didn’t know what to do with the fact that you were looking back.
“You’re quiet,” you pointed out at some point.
“Sorry.”
You snorted. “That wasn’t a complaint.”
“Oh.” He paused. “Okay.” And then he went right back to being quiet.
You stared at him for a second.
“Do you come here often?” he surprisingly spoke again.
You snorted before you could stop yourself. “That’s the worst line I’ve ever heard.”
“I know.” His voice was softer up close. Low, a little rough around the edges, like he didn’t use it properly.
“I’ve been a regular for years, actually,” you let out smoothly, curious as to where he’s going to take it.
“It may be a bad line, but you answered,” he said so so quietly, blushed at his own attempt at flirting(yes- this was him trying to flirt). Oh, so he can be sassy? You thought to yourself.
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He ended up next to you without either of you acknowledging it.
One moment, there was space. The next, there wasn’t.
His knee brushed yours under the table. And immediately jerked away. “Sorry—”
“It’s fine.” you said smoothly. He hesitated. Then, slowly, like he was testing something, his knee drifted back. Barely touching. Like he was giving you every opportunity to pull away.
You didn’t. That was your second mistake.
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You started noticing things. The way his fingers fidgeted when he wasn’t holding something. The way he kept licking his lips without realizing it. The way he’d open his mouth like he was about to say something—and then stop himself. And the staring. God, the staring.
“You do that a lot,” you said suddenly.
He tensed. “Do what?”
“Look at me like that.”
His entire body went still.
“I—don’t—”
“You do.”
You tilted your head slightly, watching him squirm under the attention.
“Why?”
He opened his mouth. Closed it. His throat moved when he swallowed.
“I just—” he started, then stopped again, visibly flustered. “I wasn’t—trying to—”
“That’s not what I asked.”
That made it worse.
His ears were fully red now. His gaze dropped to the table, like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.
“I just think you’re—” He cut himself off.
You waited.
He didn’t finish.
“…what?” you prompted.
He shook his head quickly. “Nothing.”
You leaned in slightly.
“Hyunjin.”
That got his attention. He looked at you like he didn’t have a choice.
“Yes?”
There it was again—that soft, immediate response. Like he was tuned to you in a way he couldn’t turn off. You held his gaze for a second longer than necessary.
“You’re bad at this.”
“…I know.”
No hesitation. No ego. Just quiet, honest defeat.
And for some reason— that was worse.
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The first time you touched him on purpose, he stopped breathing. You didn’t even do anything. Just reached over to take his glass when he’d set it down too close to the edge.
Your fingers brushed his. That was it.
But he reacted like you’d done something much bigger. His shoulders tensed. His inhale hitched—sharp, audible if you were close enough (you were). You paused.
Looked at him.
“…you good?”
He nodded too quickly. “Yeah.” He was not good.
You didn’t move your hand right away. Neither did he. And suddenly the air felt heavier than it should. That was your third mistake.
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By the time your friends had drifted off and the bar had grown louder and more crowded, you were very aware of him. Of how close he was. Of how he kept glancing at you like he was trying not to and failing. Of how every time you shifted, he noticed.
“You’re thinking too much,” you told him.
“I do that.”
“I can tell.”
He let out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh.
“Sorry.”
You rolled your eyes. “Stop apologizing.”
“…okay.”
He lasted maybe thirty seconds.
“Sorry—”
You laughed this time, cutting him off. He ducked his head, embarrassed—but smiling a little.
And there it was. That soft, helpless thing about him. That yearning.
It crept up on you without warning.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
You didn’t expect him to say it. Honestly, you thought you’d be the one to push it there eventually—if it even got there at all. But he did.
And immediately looked like he regretted it.
“I mean—not like—if you don’t want to, that’s—fine, I just thought—” he rushed out, words tripping over each other. “It’s loud, and—”
“Hyunjin.”
He stopped. Looked at you.
“…yeah?”
“Breathe.”
He exhaled.
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That night. God, that night. You entered your apartment at around 1 am.
Thank god it was a Friday night because you kept each other up until 4.
When you pressed your lips to his in the elevator, he returned the kiss immediately, twice as eager, but his hands were held up in the air like he had just gotten busted by the cops or something. Yours were around his neck. After the greedy kiss, you pulled away and cracked your eyes open. Seeing his hands in the air made you giggle.
What you didn’t anticipate was that just as you reached your own hands towards his, he let out a breath that was accompanied by the faintest, most pathetic whimper and dove back into your lips. He licked your lower lip, and when you didn’t open your mouth the second he did that, he started leaving quick pecks and tilted his head to suck gently on your lower lip. A little entitled, huh.
By the time you were on your couch, he had at least gathered the courage to lay his hands on your waist. You had straddled him, fingers in his hair, grinding back and forth, and the moments you weren’t kissing were spent with your lips millimeters away from each other, breathing heavily. You pressed down harder and ground forwards, making his jaw hang as he let out a breathy whimper along with a shaky breath.
His hands wrapped tighter around your waist, moving you greedily to grind you down exactly where he needed you. The drag pulled a slight whine from you as the hard zipper of his jeans stroked your clit teasingly through your clothes.
You held his jaw in place so you could kiss him better as you felt him start to shake, his hands specifically trembling undeniably.
“Fuck- sorry,” he said quietly in between the filthy sound of your wet lips separating, “It’s just a lot.” You didn’t respond, only gripped him more roughly, making him moan at the feeling.
He whimpered into the kiss as you continued to rock your hips. His bottom lip between your teeth, then his tongue in your mouth, then your hot breaths tangling when you pull away for a break. Drowning in him was dizzying.
And it was all a lot for him. So much so that when you held onto his shoulders and pushed them so you could sit up and grind down with even more force, you observed that his plump lips were wet and glistening, but so were the corners of his mouth. This motherfucker was drooling. Not only that, his eyes had glassy tears on the brink of his lashline only because of a make out, his cheeks were red, and blush continued down his neck. His brows were slightly arched up, his hands were still shaking around your waist, and his chest was heaving up and down. One of your hands slowly wrapped around his throat, as you held eye contact with the mess of a man below you.
“I see you're enjoying yourself, huh?” you said while putting some pressure on his neck. He nodded repeatedly. You stopped your movements immediately. “Yes, ma’am, yes, I’m enjoying myself, ma’am, I-I am.” His voice hurried to come out, shaking and rougher than usual, cracking in the middle of his words once he felt the halt of your body. You hummed approvingly and continued your steady grinding. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whispered continuously like a man gone mad. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Leaning forward, you laid a soft kiss on his jaw and pushed more of your body weight onto your hands that were on his throat, consequently pressing down on it, making him moan and buck his hips up. “Fuck” he moaned, “You like that, baby.” You didn’t ask, just told him, the guy clearly had a thing for pain. “I do, ma’am, please.” He looked like he was in a trance, eye either looking at your lips like a stranded man at water or looking at the point between your legs that connected you to him as you moved.
His hands finally gathered the courage to move. They drifted from the side of your breasts down to your ass and then settled on squeezing your thighs as they moved against him. He didn't squeeze in a vulgar way; his palms felt like he was molding clay, eager and intentional. You leaned your head forward, tilting your face as if hovering over his. “Open wide for me, pretty boy,” you commanded in a tone that alone could make his knees buckle. He obeyed immediately, opening his mouth and letting his tongue halfway out while looking up at you. The image alone made your brain short-circuit. You tangled one of your hands into the front of his hair as the other one stayed wrapped about his neck.
You gathered some spit in your mouth and let it drip down directly onto his tongue. With a failure to suppress your smile, you bit your lip, but you noticed- he’s not moving, he hasn’t swallowed. He was waiting for your order to do so.
You decided to take advantage of his obedience. You leaned, letting go of his neck, petting his chest as you sucked sweet marks on his soft skin as the poor man was putting all of his concentration into keeping his mouth in the same position and his head tilted up for your saliva so it wouldn’t spill from the surface of his tongue.
After a minute of that, you felt his hands move and massage your thighs gently, begging. His movements were accompanied by a tight whine coming from deep in his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut, just to have them land on you when he opened them. Cloudy, half-lidded, teary eyes looking at you like you were his salvation.
“You are such a good boy for me, baby,” you said fondly into his ear, not giving any attention to his pleas. Pulling your head back, you enjoyed the view for one last second before giving the order, “Let me see you swallow it now.” Oh, and he did, with so much force that he gasped after because he didn’t realize he’d paused his breathing while waiting for your command.
Both of you stayed still for a second, just staring at each other. Maybe in disbelief of how well you were matching each other’s freak, maybe just taking a moment before you jumped each other’s bones. It was more the ladder, in all honesty, the first one could wait for later.
While staring, you couldn’t help but think his little fazed gaze was incredibly endearing, so you giggled while petting the side of his face. Apparently, he took that as you about to leave him just like that because what he did next surprised you(pleasantly). He held your waist securely while your hands instinctively went to his shoulders, and he flipped you so you were lying on the couch. He was panting over you; he’s shaking again. “Please, I-I know I'm shaking, that just happens when I get overwhelmed,” he started, pleading with his beautiful eyes, hair messy and cheeks flushed, “but I need this, please, need it so bad.”
As opposed to what he would have expected you to do, his vulnerability made you cup his face and bring him in for a deep, toothachingly sweet kiss. “You need it badly, baby?” you said against his lips in a voice that made his cock drip. He nodded like a dumb puppy, “Mhm, yeah, yes, please.” his sweet voice and shameless honesty made you coo at him as one of your hands descended from his face to palm his cock through his pants. He gasped and bit his lip, looking down at your hand. As you felt a more damp spot, your gaze went down and saw the embarrassingly prominent darkened fabric on his crotch.
“Oh, I can tell,” you said teasingly, “Look at yourself, sweetheart, such a mess.” You looked back up at him with a devilish smile, not even trying to hide how proud you were that you had this effect on him.
He closed his eyes tightly, tilting his head up to suppress the needy moan threatening to come out of his throat purely because of the grazing of your hand and your degrading tone. “I know, I know,” he whispered more to himself.
“Hyunjin, look at me,” you said more sternly. He did, immediately. “You're such a pretty little thing, it’d be a shame not to ride you.” You swore you saw the gears in his brain turn, trying to process what you said and how you said such a thing in the same tone you’d tell him your grocery list.
He couldn’t say anything; he was trying to think of an entire sentence to say, but he couldn’t- failed miserably. So instead, he just nodded, then leaned down and kissed you like a dog licking his owner’s face in gratitude. You gently pushed him away with a smile, “Undress.”
When I tell you he skedaddeled and went to take his t-shirt off and pull his pants down. You took off your bottoms and unbuttoned your shirt, then he scooped you in both arms. “Hey!” you yelped in a fit of giggles as you found yourself unexpectedly in the air, his hands under your ass, your knees bent and clamping around his offensively small waist instinctively. He smiled, seeing you laugh, your faces centimeters away from each other, grinning like idiots. When you both stopped letting out breathy giggles and a moment of silence settled, you wrapped your arms around his neck again. “A bit impatient?” he nodded eagerly. ”Sit.” A second later, he has plopped down on the couch with you in his arms.
Your lips were connected as you glided your fingers down his stomach, grazing his V-line. Smiling into the kiss as you felt the little veins going down his abdomen, you hooked your pointer fingers on his underwear and pulled so so slowly, making him whine. He was desperate and eager yet seemed so weirdly anxious and shaky. He felt you pull away from the deep French kiss and kept latching his lips onto whatever he could- your jaw, neck, collarbone, chest, below your ear, on your shoulder- everywhere.
Once his underwear was pulled to a certain point, it revealed the entirety of his length. The painful hardness of it made his cock stand up between your bodies. Before you climbed onto it, you admired it for a second. Taking your pointer finger, sliding it from the tip that pathetically dripped precum to the side of his cock, feeling the veins that were made even more prominent by the visceral desire he was feeling. He whined and cursed under his breath at the view of you taking in with such fascination how embarrassingly hard and twitchy he was. You moved back up to his glistening tip, tapping it repeatedly with the pad of your finger, making his hips jerk involuntarily because of how sensitive he was. “J-jesus christ,” he let out shakily, turning his head to the side like he was losing his mind(he was). You genuinely giggled, amused at all his little reactions.
His hands slid lower, rubbing the band of your underwear, asking silently but still not daring to move the piece of clothing. “Please, p-please, just-” he whispered like a prayer while looking up. “Aww, sweet baby,” you cooed. As much as you wanted to be your usual self, the level of vulnerability he was reaching and how twitchy he was were really getting in the way. You weren't heartless after all. “Use your words, love.” Ok, maybe a little.
As opposed to before, he nodded, understanding your command, and took a deep breath, gathering all his functioning brain cells to say his needs out loud for you. It was so painfully endearing to see his desperation to do well. “Just wanna be inside you, ma'am,” he whined, “feel you around me, please.” His lips were already red and puffy from all the kissing. “Good boy.” You reached down and pulled your underwear to the side. “Oh my fucking god,” he let out, all choked up from the sight, as he rubbing circles on your thighs. With your other hand, you wrapped it around his tip tightly and stroked down, making an embarrassingly large amount of precum ooze out of the poor man. He hissed at the tightness of your fist. Reaching up again to his tip, you angled it up and moved it to align yourself with him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck”, he started trembling even more out of anticipation as he felt his tip finally touch your wet slit, sliding a bit towards your clit, making the muscles on the back of your thighs twitch, then down to the entrance.
With slow movements and one hand on his shoulder, you sank down until his cock was halfway inside, making his jaw hang low. He gripped your hips tightly, “W-wait, I-” he squeezed his eyes shut, and you felt the muscles on his abdomen tighten. You smiled and hummed. “Just, just, I'm- it's a lot, just a lot,” he muttered out, “please, slow or I'll-” he kept interrupting himself to take breath heavily. “I'm already close, ma'am, please, I don't want to embarrass myself.” While he was saying that last part, you had started to sink down even further, excited to pull more reactions out of him. “No, please,” you started as you moved down, “go ahead,” you went down a bit more, “embarrass yourself for me, baby,” and you felt your pussy touch the hilt of his cock, now entirely in you. “Fuck” he let out a high-pitched curse, at the feeling and your audacious words. He couldn’t control his body as his hips jerked up, making his torso curl deliciously into you. The movement knocked you out of balance, and your hand landed on his abdomen, feeling the muscles there spasm as he tried desperately to control the urge to cum deep inside you while fucking up into you.
“Take a deep breath,” you ordered while your own brows were furrowed, trying to concentrate. He listened to you, of course, he did. You both kept eye contact as you took in deep inhales, your chests rising up and down. The gesture of tenderness and consideration made his heart swell; he thought you'd have kicked him out by now honestly. “I'm gonna start moving, now.” He nodded dumbly, still looking up at you like he was in a trance.
At first, you started by rocking your hips back and forth. His eyes stayed glued to the spot where you were connected and to the movements of your waist. “Fuck, so good, feels so good, ma'am,” he whined, voice cracking once every couple of words. You nodded and sped up your movements, now going up and down on his length. And he had length, alright. You felt your walls going up and then down, letting him stretch you out again. You moaned quietly, and he took the opportunity. “I'm making you feel good, ma'am, right?”
He was nervous about your answer, but what he didn't expect was for you to laugh in his face. “You aren't making me feel good, sweetheart, this cock is doing the job for you.” You finished with a moan of your own as you sped up your movements even more. If the euphoric feeling of you wrapped around him wasn't this strong, Hyunjin was sure he would have cried at your cruel words. But he knew you. He was sure you didn't know who he was, but he knew you, and frankly, this was the version of you he thought he would get all night, so really, he had no right to complain. Plus, it wasn't like you were lying.
Hyunjin let out a choked moan, his hips bucking up involuntarily as your words hit him like a punch to the gut. He could feel your walls clenching around him, squeezing his aching cock like a velvet vice. It was too much, too intense. He was going to embarrass himself, just like you wanted.
"F-fuck, please..." He gasped out, his voice ragged and desperate. His hands gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging into your soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises. He knew he should be gentle, should take this slow, but the pleasure was overwhelming, consuming him whole.
You started to move faster, bouncing on his cock. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room, mixing with your moans and his grunts and whimpers. Hyunjin could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as his release approached quickly.
"I'm... I'm close. Fuck, I can't... I'm going to..." He babbled incoherently, his words lost in the haze of lust and desire. His vision was blurring, his mind going blank. There was only you, only this moment. His eyes only opened once he felt your hand around his throat again.
Hyunjin's eyes shot open wide, his breath catching in his throat. His pulse jumped under your touch, his heart racing like a drum. He looked up at you, his gaze hazy and unfocused, but still filled with a deep, primal need.
"Y-you want me to embarrass myself, ma’am?" He whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. He knew you had noticed how choking affected him. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing against your palm. His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of hesitation or doubt. But he found none. It was entertaining- seeing how quickly you could push him over the edge.
He whined, bit his lower lip, and he let a thick tear run down. You dipped your head towards his face, “Such a good boy.” You licked a stripe up his face, tasting the tear on his cheek. He knew he was at your mercy, completely under your control. Your hand around his throat was a reminder of that, a silent affirmation of the power you held over him. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and so alive.
With a final, desperate thrust of his hips, Hyunjin let go. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside you as he came, his hot seed spilling deep into your core. He cried out your name, a prayer and a curse all in one, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. His orgasms went on for so long that he whimpered as he felt his soul leave his body.
As the last tremors of his intense orgasm subsided, Hyunjin slowly came back to himself. He blinked up at you, his vision clearing, only to be hit by a wave of embarrassment and shame. He had come first, before making sure you were satisfied. The realization made his spent cock twitch weakly inside you.
"I... I'm so sorry," he stammered, his voice thick with remorse. He reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "I didn't mean to... I should have made you feel good first. I'm sorry, it just felt too good."
He looked down, unable to meet your eyes as a deep blush spread across his cheeks and down his neck. His hands fidgeted on your hips, squeezing gently as if seeking forgiveness.
"Please, let me make it up to you," he pleaded softly, making you let out a breathy giggle, "I want to prove that I can satisfy you, that I can be a good lover. I want to feel your pleasure, want to hear you scream my name, please.” He said all these things while his head had already dipped to lay apologetic wet kisses all over your neck.
With surprising intentionality, he slowly guided you off his cock that was still hard as a rock, hissing softly as the cool air hit his sensitive flesh. Once you were both free, he kissed you deeply and so heartbreakingly gently. “Get on all fours for me?” Even when he asked for something, it sounded like begging. ”Sure, baby, show me you can make me feel good.” You went into position, back arched, looking back at him.
Hyunjin's eyes darkened with renewed desire as he watched your slow movements. He licked his lips, his cock twitching at the erotic sight. You knew what you were doing, leaning your shoulders down, arching your back like a cat stretching.
He crawled behind you on his knees on the couch, his hands running reverently over your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your left hip just above one of your cheeks, then kissed lower, then on the other side, before trailing his tongue along your spine. Reaching the nape of your neck, he nipped lightly at your skin, his teeth grazing your flesh. His hands slid around to your front, one cupping your breast while the other dipped between your thighs, finding your clit swollen and sensitive.
"Promise, I’ll make you feel so good," he murmured against your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin. "I'm going to worship this body until you're shaking, take all that stress off you, pretty girl."
“Love the confidence you’ve gained, but if you don't fuck me right-”
“Yes, s-sorry, ma’am, I will,” he said, smiling despite himself.
He started to move, his cock sliding between your ass cheeks, the hard length slipping between them with ease. He rocked his hips, fucking your ass with his cock as his fingers worked your clit and teased your nipples as you whimpered.
He smiled, hearing your noises, and reached to push his cock down, towards your entrance. “Gonna push inside, okay, pretty girl?” jesus why was his tone getting you flustered? You nodded, biting your lip as you felt his tip nudge your clit again.
Hyunjin took that as his cue and pushed forward, the tip of his cock catching on your entrance. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of your heat, before slowly pushing inside. He had to go slowly, inch by inch, letting you adjust to his size from this new, deeper angle. Your walls stretched around him, hugging his cock tightly as he filled you up.
"Fuck, you feel tight and warm," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. Once he was fully stuffed inside you, he paused, his hips pressed against your ass. He reached around to your front, finding your clit swollen and sensitive. He circled it with his fingers, rubbing the sensitive nub gently.
He started to move then, pulling out slowly until just the tip remained inside you, before pushing back in. He set a steady rhythm, his hips rocking against yours as he fucked you. "That's it, baby, take my cock-" he tried to be assertive, I promise. But his words were cut short when you clenched around him and stole the air from his lungs. "You're doing so well, fuck, taking me so deep.”
He sped up one hand on your hip, making you fuck him back, the other still on your clit, lathering it from all the juices that were sliding towards it and rubbing it so so lightly it burned your nerves, making you clench around his cock. Hyunjin let out a choked moan. His hips stuttered for a moment before he regained his rhythm, pounding into you with renewed vigor.
"Fuck, ma’am, you're so tight," he grunted, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hip as he pulled you back onto his cock. "So fucking perfect, like you were made for me." He could feel your arousal coating his fingers as he rubbed your clit, the slick sounds filling the room. He circled the sensitive nub, teasing you mercilessly, determined to make you fall apart on his cock first this time.
"That's it, baby, fuck me back," he encouraged, his voice low and rough with lust. "I wanna feel you cum around my cock, ma’am, prove to you this cock can make you feel so good."
His thrusts became more erratic, more desperate, as he chased his own release. He could feel it building, his balls tightening as the pleasure mounted. But he was determined to make you cum first, to prove that he could satisfy you and make you lose your mind as you could him.
He noticed you go quiet for a second. You had pulled one of the decorative pillows to hide your face in, and only your quiet, breathy moans could be heard. Your toes curled shamelessly, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix perfectly.
"Please, don't hold back," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Let me hear you, let me hear how good I'm making you feel. I want everyone to hear I’m the one making you feel good."
He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, his cock hitting deep, making you see stars. His fingers on your clit moved faster, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, quick circles. He could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, knew you were close.
"Come on, ma’am, give in," he urged, ”Please, give in to me, let me feel you,” his voice strained with his own impending release. "Cum for me, I want to feel this perfect fucking pussy gripping my cock even tighter”, he kept babbling on. Taking his hand off your hip but continuing his mean deep thrusts, he reached forward and started stroking your hair. Running his fingers through it gently to coax your orgasm out of you. “Let go for me, ma’am, please, wanna feel you fall apart." You were trying to breathe heavily between your moans and his smooth voice, laced with this neediness of his, and his perfect cock hitting you just where you needed were really making it difficult for you. You were close, so close, it burned.
He could feel his own orgasm building, his cock throbbing inside you, but he held back. This time, he wanted to see, hear, and feel you crumble.
You couldn't hold back any longer. Hyunjin's words, his touch, the relentless pounding against her cervix - it was all too much. With a sharp cry, you came undone, your body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. You screamed his name, tearing it from your throat. Pussy clamped down around his cock, gripping him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.
Hyunjin groaned, long and low, as he felt your pussy spasm around his cock. The sensation was incredible, your walls fluttering and milking his length as you came. He had to grit his teeth, fighting the urge to let go and join you in bliss.
"Thank you, ma’am, thank- oh fuck” he growled, his hips never faltering as he fucked you through your orgasm. "Fuck, I can feel you, fucking soak my cock with your cum.” he said, watching your pussy spasm around him, “I want to feel every fucking second of it."
He reached his hand again and pushed some of your hair away from your face. He wanted to see, wanted to watch the ecstasy on your face. He leaned down, kissing your shoulders and cheek as you panted, coming down from your orgasm. He was left high and dry since he’d basically edged himself to make you cum. But it didn’t matter to him; what was important was that you had cum first, and he’d lie if he said that didn’t give his ego at least a bit of a boost.
He let out a choked moan, though as he felt your ass fuck back onto him. “Can’t leave you like this,” you said with a smirk as you watched his face contour in pleasure. “Oh my fucking god,” he whined.
Hyunjin couldn't resist the temptation of your quivering body any longer. With a grunt, he flipped you both over, settling between your spread thighs. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust and adoration as he took in your flushed cheeks and heaving chest. You wrapped your legs around him, locking in place.
"Wrap your arms around me, ma’am," he commanded softly, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you, all of you, as I make you mine." Maybe you were too lost in the moment to reprimand him for saying that, maybe you did like that he said that- he’ll never know.
You eagerly complied, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The new position allowed him to sink even deeper into you, his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. You could feel every throbbing inch of him, stretching you, filling you completely, his chest against your chest. You kissed again like you hadn’t kissed in a million years- deep, slow, filthy.
He started to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. He braced himself on his elbows, looking down at you as he fucked you. His eyes were locked onto yours, watching your every reaction, committing every expression to memory.
"I’m so fucking close," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Cum inside again, baby, fill me up." Oh hell no, the moment he heard those words, he knew he was a goner.
Hyunjin's eyes widened as he heard your words, a surge of possessive desire coursing through him. He couldn't hold back any longer, couldn't deny you or himself the pleasure.
"Fuck, ma’am, thank you," he groaned, his hips slamming into yours with renewed urgency. "I'm going to fill this pretty pussy to the brim, ma’am.”
He could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside your tight heat. He was so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Your words, your command, pushed him over.
His cock jerked and twitched as he came, his hot seed erupting from the tip and flooding your insides. He grunted and shuddered above you, his body going rigid as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over him. He whimpered, torturing himself through his orgasm with small, shallow thrusts.
He collapsed onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he rode out the aftershocks of his pleasure. As the final shudders of his intense orgasm subsided, Hyunjin lifted his head to look at you. His eyes were glazed and unfocused. He could see the satisfaction etched on your face, the way your lips were curved in a soft, contented smile. He loved it- the feeling of doing what you wanted, of satisfying you, made him feel fulfilled to an extent that should concern him.
Slowly, almost reverently, he slid off you, his softening cock slipping out of your pussy with a gush of their combined fluids. But he didn't go far. Instead, he knelt and settled between your thighs, pushing them further apart to expose your dripping pussy to his gaze that trailed it hungrily.
Hyunjin looked up at you, his eyes locked onto yours as he leaned in close. He kissed the inside of your thighs, slowly licking and nipping at areas that made you twitch. He went higher and higher. His breath landed hot against your sensitive flesh, making you shiver and clench around nothing. He smiled at your reaction, "Let me clean you up, ma'am," he murmured, his voice low and rough with lingering desire. "I want to taste every inch of this pretty pussy, want to lick up every drop of our cum, clean you up like you deserve.”
And he did. But it was evident that he didn't do it to tease you or see you wither- he only wanted to service you, clean you up, thank you. His tongue, soft and gentle, licked a stripe up your slit, then glided down to prod at your entrance, tasting what leaked with a content hum. “Fuck, I'm so exhausted,” you said with a breathy laugh as you looked down at him. He looked up, blushing solely at the sight of your post-orgasm afterglow. “Just a bit more,” he interrupted the careful tracing of his tongue, “please,” he added as gentlemanly as ever.
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So after the fucking glorious sex you had that night, he slept with you for a couple of hours and by early sunrise you stirred awake. He woke up an hour later than you did. You ushered him out the door under the pretense of having plans(you didn't).
He didn't want to leave, obviously, but he also didn't want to be pushy about it. You weren't about to let him just hang around your house, so as not to feel as bad when he stumbled while putting his pants on and asked, “Can- could I get your number maybe?” You complied, rattling your phone number out as he almost dropped his phone trying to type it in
And a minute later, he went out the door.
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Monday morning, you walked into the 8 am lecture you were presenting for Visual Culture. The little pep in your step didn't go unnoticed by the set of asymmetrical eyes that followed you when you walked in from the far seats of the lecture hall.
“Good morning, everyone,” you say steadfastly, putting your bag down onto your desk. You scanned the lecture hall and took a deep breath. “I hope everyone had a restful weekend.” When you said that, Hyunjin failed miserably to not smile ear-to-ear. “Today we are covering the topic of The Image as a Producer of Reality…”
You didn't know you had just slept with someone that you were currently giving a lecture to, and was your fellow university student. That's the part that had Hyunjin anxious. He selfishly hadn't told you when you had first started talking, so by the time things were heading in a more heated direction, he wasn't about to ruin everything. He knew you were a direct person, so your reaction when you learnt that would surely aim to punish him somehow. But maybe he'd like that.
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Author's note: #ovulation i have nothing to say for myself. But also thanks to this person who comments under every chapter of my series @ihateetoadmit and also wanted to be tagged for this post you're so sweet thank you so much!
switch!choso who absolutely worships your pussy with his mouth. he’ll lay between your soft thighs for hours eating you out and jerking himself off to your moans and the way you taste on his tongue.
switch!choso who loves when you handcuff him to the bed.
switch!choso who’s addicted to cock warming. he’ll make you sit on his lap with his cock inside your dripping cunt and won’t let you move till he’s either finished what he’s doing or till he’s too desperate and needy to wait anymore.
switch!choso who accidentally leaves bruises on you from holding you too tight (he’s not sorry).
switch!choso who praises and talks you through it like it’s a full time job, “so pretty for me, angel. you look so perfect taking my dick…just lay there an’ take it f’me, you can do that, right baby?”
switch!choso who jerks off with your panties when you’re not around.
switch!choso who’s so clingy after sex, you’re lucky if he pulls out before you go to sleep (he’s doesn’t want to so he can fuck you again first thing in the morning).
switch!choso who sounds so pretty when he’s begging and whimpering as you overstimulate him, “please…please slow down babe, i can’t- oh god, fuck…sh- shit.”
switch!choso who will wrap his hand around your neck, squeezing the sides with his fingers till you’re dizzy.
switch!choso who’s obsessed with breeding you. your pussy just feels too good to pull out of and you look so pretty all full and leaking his cum. besides, it’s not like he would mind if you got pregnant with his babies anyway.
switch!choso who gets so needy when you keep him waiting. jumping up from the couch the second he hears your car outside. it’s hardly been 10 minutes before he has you manhandled into prone, fucking you like a dog in heat. his chest pressed to your back while (incoherently) mumbling apologies and praise into your ear, “‘m sorry baby, i couldn’t- fuck, i couldn’t wait anymore. you feel so- oh fuckkk…feel so fucking good hah.”
Warnings/Themes: Established relationship, switch dynamics, needy and vocal Wooyoung, desperate oral (giving and receiving), face-sitting/riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie, light teasing, heavy praise and affection, consensual honeymoon-phase intimacy, explicit smut.
Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x reader
Word count: 1.5k+
Summary: In the middle of her intense study session, Wooyoung’s overwhelming neediness turns a quiet evening into a heated switch of power—where his desperate hunger leads to her taking full control on the very chair where she was trying to focus.
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The apartment smelled faintly of the dinner Wooyoung had spent the afternoon perfecting—garlic, sesame, and the warm comfort of home-cooked bulgogi that now sat untouched on the kitchen counter. He had tried everything. Breakfast in bed that morning, a perfectly timed lunch delivered with a kiss, and now dinner, plated beautifully with her favorite sides. But she was buried in textbooks and notebooks, highlighter in hand, earbuds occasionally slipping as she muttered formulas under her breath.
They had only been together a little under a year, yet every day still felt like the honeymoon phase. Touches lingered, glances turned into smiles that made his chest ache, and the smallest separation felt like too much. Wooyoung thrived on her attention; he needed it like air. And today, with his day off, all he wanted was her.
He had checked on her at least a dozen times. Each visit started hopeful—“Baby, come eat with me?”—and ended with her gentle but firm push: “Just a little longer, Woo. I really need to finish this section.”
The last time, he didn’t even ask. He simply sighed loudly from the doorway, dramatic as ever, before padding into the small study nook she had claimed. When that earned no reaction, he dropped to the floor beside her chair like a kicked puppy, knees drawn up, hands resting innocently in his lap. His dark hair fell into his eyes as he stared up at her, waiting.
Nothing.
A louder, theatrical sigh escaped him. Still, her eyes stayed glued to the page, pen scratching steadily.
He shifted, scooting closer until he could rest his cheek against her thigh. The soft fabric of her loose skirt brushed his skin. For a few minutes he stayed still, breathing her in, the faint scent of her body wash and the warmth radiating through the material. But stillness had never been Wooyoung’s strong suit.
He huffed. Puffed out his cheeks. Whined low in his throat. Sighed again, dramatic enough to shake his shoulders.
His fingers found the hem of her oversized shirt, slipping underneath to trace lazy circles on the soft skin of her stomach. She squirmed, gently batting his hand away without looking down.
Undeterred, his touch wandered lower, skimming over her thigh, fingertips dipping just beneath the edge of her skirt.
“Wooyoung,” she murmured, a warning wrapped in affection. “Not now. I told you—I need to focus.”
“But I miss you,” he whispered, voice already edging into that needy register she secretly loved. “Just fifteen minutes, sweetheart. Please?”
She didn’t answer, though her pen paused for half a second.
He took that as encouragement. With a soft, determined sound, he slid further down, maneuvering until his face was level with her lap. Warm lips pressed to her knee, then higher, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thigh. His hands pushed the loose skirt up gently, bunching the fabric around her hips.
“Woo… wait,” she breathed, though her voice had already softened.
He didn’t wait. His mouth moved higher, kissing the sensitive skin just below the edge of her panties. She was already damp—he could feel the heat and the faint wetness through the thin cotton. A low, appreciative groan rumbled in his chest as he pressed his lips against her clothed core, sucking lightly.
Her hips jerked. Fingers threaded into his hair, tugging—not hard enough to pull him away, but enough that he moaned against her, the vibration sending a fresh wave of arousal through her.
That tug was all the invitation his needy mind needed.
Wooyoung hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down her legs, letting them catch on one ankle. He wasted no time, spreading her thighs wider with reverent hands and diving in. His tongue flattened against her folds, licking a broad stripe from entrance to clit before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking.
She gasped, the pen slipping from her fingers onto the desk. “Fuck—Wooyoung…”
He answered with a muffled, eager sound, tongue working her relentlessly. Long, messy licks mixed with precise flicks and gentle suction. The taste of her made his head spin; he could feel his cock twitching hard inside his sweatpants, already leaking. Every little squirm of her hips, every soft whimper she tried to hold back, went straight to his dick.
She fought it for a few more moments, trying to reach for her notes again, but it was useless. Her free hand gripped the edge of the desk while the other stayed buried in his hair. Finally, with a shaky exhale, she gave in. Leaning back in the chair, she lifted her legs, draping them over his broad shoulders and locking her ankles behind his head.
Wooyoung moaned loudly—louder than she was—into her pussy as she pulled him closer. He was drowning in her, tongue plunging inside her, then sliding up to circle her clit again and again. His hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh as he devoured her like a man starved.
She rode his face without shame now, hips rolling against his mouth, using him exactly how she needed. Whenever he tried to pull back for air, her thighs squeezed tighter around his ears, holding him right where she wanted.
“Don’t stop—ah, right there,” she panted, voice breaking.
He was whimpering continuously, the sounds vibrating against her. His own arousal was unbearable; the friction of his cock trapped in his pants, combined with the intoxicating taste and sounds of her pleasure, pushed him over the edge without a single touch. His hips jerked helplessly as he came hard in his sweatpants, warm wetness spreading across the fabric while he kept licking her through it, eyes fluttering shut in overwhelming bliss.
The added vibration and his desperate, muffled cries finally tipped her over. Her back arched, thighs clamping down as she came with a broken cry, squirting against his tongue. He drank every drop he could, groaning gratefully, refusing to pull away until her trembling slowed.
Only then did she loosen her grip, gently tugging him up by the hair. Their eyes met—his lips shiny and swollen, pupils blown wide with lust and adoration. She pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting herself on his tongue as her hands framed his face.
“Good boy,” she whispered against his mouth, the praise making him shiver. She stood, guiding him up only to push him back into the chair she had just vacated. Wooyoung dropped into it willingly, legs spreading as she sank to her knees between them.
His sweatpants were tented, a obvious wet spot darkening the gray fabric. She smirked, palming him through the material.
“Look at you… came just from eating me out, huh? So sensitive for me, Woo.”
He whined high in his throat, hips bucking into her touch. “Couldn’t help it… you taste so good, baby. Felt too good.”
She tugged his pants and boxers down in one motion, freeing his cock. It slapped against his stomach, still hard despite the mess he’d made, the head flushed and glistening. Without hesitation, she leaned in and took him into her mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.
Wooyoung’s head fell back against the chair with a loud, broken moan. “Fuck—ah, sweetheart—too much, I’m still so sensitive—”
She didn’t pull back. Instead, she took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks and sucking while her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit. He was incredibly vocal, a constant stream of whimpers, gasps, and breathy praises spilling from his lips.
“So good… your mouth—ngh—love you, love you so much—”
His hands hovered near her head, not pushing, just trembling with the effort of staying still. She bobbed faster, tongue pressing along the underside, occasionally pulling off to tease the slit with little kitten licks until he was shaking.
It didn’t take long. He was already wound tight from his first orgasm. With a strangled cry of her name mixed with a string of affectionate curses, he came again, spilling down her throat as she swallowed around him.
She pulled off slowly, licking him clean while he panted, chest heaving, eyes glassy with overstimulation and love.
But they weren’t done.
She climbed into his lap, straddling him on the chair. His hands immediately found her waist, sliding under her shirt to caress bare skin as she lined herself up and sank down onto his still-hard cock in one smooth motion.
They both moaned at the feeling—tight, wet heat enveloping him completely.
This time, she was in control.
She set a steady rhythm, rolling her hips and riding him deep. Wooyoung’s head tipped forward, lips latching onto her neck, sucking marks as he gasped against her skin.
“Ride me—please, baby, use me,” he begged, voice hoarse and needy. “I’m yours. All yours.”
She did exactly that. Hands braced on his shoulders, she bounced on his cock, taking him to the hilt with every downward thrust. The chair creaked beneath them, but neither cared. Her skirt was bunched uselessly around her waist; his hands roamed everywhere—squeezing her ass, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until she cried out.
Their kisses were messy and desperate, tongues sliding together as she ground down on him, chasing another high.
“I love you,” she gasped between thrusts, forehead pressed to his. “My needy, perfect boy.”
Wooyoung’s only response was a broken sob of pleasure, hips jerking up to meet hers as best he could from below. He was sensitive, every drag of her walls around him sending sparks through his body, but he never asked her to stop. He wanted everything she would give him.
When she came again, clenching tight around him and moaning his name like a prayer, he followed right after, filling her with warm pulses as his arms wrapped around her, holding her close while they rode out the waves together.
They stayed like that for a long time afterward—her in his lap, his face buried in her neck, both breathing hard and trading soft, lazy kisses.
“Study break success?” he mumbled eventually, voice muffled and sleepy with satisfaction.
She laughed softly, threading her fingers through his damp hair. “The best kind. But don’t think this means I’m done with my notes.”
Wooyoung grinned against her skin, already pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll help you ‘focus’ again, sweetheart.”
She rolled her eyes fondly, but the way she tightened around him told him she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.
In their little apartment, nothing ever stayed unnoticed for long—especially not the way they needed each other.
I just thought of Han and DP together as soon as I read it, and maybe a Felix with him wearing thigh-high stockings because the reader just likes that. I already made a "switcher" request at your first event and I think something like that would be cool in this one too, please... Just the reader being dominant at the beginning, giving pleasure to both of them, being a very caring soft!mommy, what the two don't know is that deep down she wants to rub herself against Felix's stocking while he uses it to dirty her thigh, while Han whispers obscene things and pays attention to her. (Sorry for the bad English, it's not my first language)
2025 Holidays Event | thigh highs & a fort
pairing: quokka!han x kitten!felix x f!reader
genre: smut
warnings: switch!han, switch!reader, sub!felix, use of mommy, thigh highs used inappropriately, handjob, blowjob, ass play, fingering, spit as lube (don't do that), double penetration, overstimulation
event masterlist: #WinterFalls
word count: 1.6k
a/n: (also taglist form in even post)
The living room is soft textures and low light, a mountain of knitted blankets and plush pillows has been constructed into a fort, the air humming with the electronic chirps of a video game.
Han is buried in the center of the pile, wearing a shirt that’s at least three sizes too big, Minho’s or Changbin’s, most likely, slipping off one shoulder to expose the sharp line of his collarbone and his tattoo. Below the hem, his legs are bare save for a pair of boxers, his little tail twitching restlessly against the cushions.
Beside him, Felix is curled up like a cat, drowning in a thick cable-knit sweater. Beneath the wool, the sleek, black silk of thigh-high stockings catches the light, the delicate lace biting into the soft skin of his upper thighs.
You stand in the doorway, heart swelling. "Oh my god," you coo. "Look at my boys. All comfy and cute. Are you trying to kill me with how precious you look?"
The game is abandoned easily. Han drops his controller, and Felix’s head snaps up, eyes sparkling. You walk over, leaning over the back of the couch to drape your arms around them, pulling them into a hug. "Mmm, you smell like home," you murmur, kissing the crown of Han’s head, then Felix’s temple.
"Noona," Han whines, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips. "You were gone for too long. We were bored. And you're always spending so much time with the others lately... it's like you forgot I'm your favorite."
"Jisungie," you tease, "You know I don't have favorites."
You press a soft kiss to Felix’s nose, then one to each of Han’s cheeks, lingering to give one a little bit. "Mommy's here now. Does that make up for it?"
You settle between them, taking your time to rearrange the space until it's perfect. You pull Han’s hips flush against your side so he’s leaning heavily into you, his head resting on your shoulder. You reach into his boxers first, your palm cupping his heat and pulling out his member. Your hand wraps tightly around the length, and you begin to jerk him off with slow tugs feeling his harden under your touch, your thumb repeatedly grazing the sensitive slit to draw out the slick beading. Han lets out a long, shaky sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he focuses on the slide of your hand.
Once he’s settled into the pace, you turn your full attention to Felix, who is watching with wide, expectant eyes. You let him move from the cushions to the space between your knees. You reach out, your thumb tracing the sensitive, weeping tip of his length before you lean down to slowly lick the bead of pre away. Felix’s breath hitches, his purr turning jagged as you finally slip him into your mouth, suck him with a swirl of your tongue. While your mouth occupies the kitten, your free hand wanders, running slowly along the smooth top of his thigh-highs.
"Such good boys," you pull away from Felix drool dripping onto his cock. "So patient for me."
Han watches with glazed eyes, but he notices the way your eyes keep darting to Felix’s legs. You reach down, hooked fingers catching the elastic band of Felix's thigh-high. You pull it an inch away from his skin, stretching the lace before letting it slap back against his thigh with a sharp, stinging crack. Felix lets out a high-pitched, surprised whine, his back arching into you, his purr turning into a broken sound.
"Mommy," Han teases, his voice dropping into a low obscene rasp. "Do they look pretty? You’re getting all wet just thinking about rubbing yourself on him, aren't you?"
You loosen your hand on Han's length, slowing to a halt. Han doesn't complain, instead, he pulls away entirely, his dark eyes fixed on your flushed face as he repositions himself. He crawls through the mess of blankets to settle firmly behind you.
Felix is lying flat on his back, you straddling one of his legs, your core pressing directly against the fabric of the stocking. Han settles behind you, straddling both of Felix's legs so you are sandwiched between them. He wraps his arms around your waist, his large palms sliding up to find your nipples, toying with them with a punishing intensity.
"You like that, don't you? Mommy?" Han whispers, his chest a solid wall of heat against your back. He begins to hump your back, his hips guiding yours to grind harder against Felix's thigh. You let out a frustrated huff, your breath hitching as the friction against your wetness sends sparks through your nerves.
Han’s hand slides down, slipping into the front of your panties. He toys with you roughly, his fingers gathering your own wetness to coat your folds before he reaches further. He begins to work you open for the kitten, his fingers stretching your entrance with a slow, agonizing deliberation.
Once he’s satisfied, he pulls your bottoms down and helps guide Felix's dick into your hole. He doesn't let you stay upright, though, he places his heavy palms on your shoulders and pushes you down until you and Felix are pressed chest-to-chest, your weight fully crushing the kitten into the pillows. Felix’s purr is a frantic, muffled vibration against your skin as he feels you swallow him whole.
Han leans over your back, his gaze fixed on the tight, exposed ring of your back door. He gathers a pool of spit in his mouth and lets it drop, the thick string of saliva landing perfectly to coat your puckered hole. He uses the slickness to begin fingering you open, his thumb tracing the muscle with a slow, agonizing pressure while he whispers filth into your ear.
"You're going to take both of us, Mommy," Han growls. "I'm going to fill you up so much you won't even remember your own name. Just two good boys filling you up."
Felix lets out a needy, high-pitched whine, his hips trying to buck up into you, desperate for more movement.
"Stay still, Lixie!" Han barks, his voice sharp and commanding. "Mommy isn't ready yet. Don't move until I say so."
Felix freezes instantly, his eyes wide and glazed, and lets out a fractured, obedient sound as he waits. Han finally slicks up his own dick with a mix of your wetness and his own pre-cum, positioning himself behind you. He pushes in slowly.
The sensation of them both is massive. You're a mess of moans, pinned between them. Han’s movements shift into a heavy rhythm. He doesn't rush, using the full weight of his body to drive into you, and because you’re pressed so tightly against Felix, every deep thrust from Han forces you to move onto Felix’s cock, creating a slow-burning, inescapable friction that stretches you to your limit.
"That's it, take it all," Han groans, his hands anchoring your hips as he hammers into you.
With every heavy strike from behind, you can feel the internal collision of their members through the thin, stretched wall. Every time Han’s dick drives deep into your asshole, it hits Felix's through the stretched partition. The sensation is lewd and overwhelming, making your vision spark as you're caught in the middle. Even Felix can’t hold back his whines.
Because you’re pressed chest-to-chest with Felix, your clit is constantly rubbing and crushing against his lower stomach and happy trail. Felix’s tip is driving deep into you, hitting against your g-spot with a relentless pressure that has you sobbing into his shoulder.
Felix isn’t much better, he can feel Han rutting into you, and the double stimulation is too much. He reaches his peak first, his body goes rigid beneath you, a harsh, muffled scream echoing into your neck as he cums inside you, the heat of his cum flooding your cunt. His sudden climax is the final trigger for you, feeling his cums slosh around you shatter into a climax of your own, your body clamping down around both of them.
Han doesn't stop, too deep into chasing his own pleasure. Even as you and Felix are shaking and spent, he continues to thrust, overstimulating you both with a steady, punishing pace that keeps you trapped on the edge of a second peak. Felix, far too sensitive for the continued friction, begins to whine and fuss beneath you, his body twitching with every heavy strike. He kicks his legs out weakly, his purr turning into high-pitched, desperate whimpers as he tries to squirm away from the sensory overload. Han ignores the kitten's protests, his eyes fixed on the way your own eyes roll back, his breathing turning into broken hiccups until he finally hits his limit. He spills deep inside your hole, leaving him shuddering against your spine.
The room falls into a heavy silence, save for the ragged breathing and the soft, repetitive jingle of the video game music loop. You let out a long, shaky breath, as you press a lingering, grateful kiss to Felix’s sweaty forehead.
"My good boys," you whisper, your voice thick with affection as you stroke Felix's damp hair and reach back to find Han's hand.
Han nuzzles into the crook of your neck, he stays there for a moment, simply breathing you in, before his dark eyes drift down to the ruined fabric still clinging to Felix’s trembling legs. A mischievous, curious glint returns to his gaze.
"Mommy," Han murmurs, his voice a low, raspy tease. "The kitten looked so pretty in those... but I was thinking. For next time... do you want to wear the thigh-highs for us? Or... should I wear them for you?"
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Pairing: Dennis Whittaker x afab!reader
Warnings: explicit content, established relationship, smut in the first paragraph lol, porn w/ plot, very light dom/sub themes, switch!reader, switch!dennis, orgasm denial, overstimulation, cnc (?)
Word Count: 1286
Description: Dennis Whittaker is a munch, argue with the wall.
nsfw ahead !!
It started a couple weeks ago when Dennis came over. It was his day off and he had been working back-to-backs for a month. He needed to decompress, you both knew it. You sat on your couch and watched movies. You cuddled and one thing led to another. It ended with him on top of you, his face in your neck begging for release. For his, and for yours.
"Please, please. Cum on my cock. I want- want it- wanna make you feel good. Can we cum together, please?" He rambled and almost cried into the crook of your neck. You were lost in your own pleasure. So close, you felt it in every nerve.
"Yes! Yes!" You respond breathlessly. You both ground your hips into each other and whined into the other's mouth.
You stayed like that for a minute, holding each other's nakedness. The credits playing on the movie you'd long forgotten. It was quiet, it was nice. Just the buzz of the music on the screen and your breaths, but Dennis broke that silence.
"B-baby?" He chirped.
"Yeah, Den?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Den."
He cleared his throat and got up on his elbows so he was facing you. "So, uhm- I wanna- I don't know how to ask this-" You reached out to move some of his hair out of his face. It just made it harder for the poor thing to speak. "I like- when you- feel good, y'know?" He stammered. "And I- I wanna try something."
You grinned. His face was flushed, more flushed than usual after you two went at it.
"I wanna try to-" He took a deep breath. "to make you squirt?" You bit your lip as if holding back laughter. "I mean- only if you want- I know some people can't or maybe don't- you know your body better than me and-"
"Dennis."
"Yeah?"
"That sounds really hot."
And so your little experiments began. He was such a nerd. He did everything to try to make you comfortable, bought some expensive hydrophobic blanket, and was going way slower than usual. He had already tried a few times to no avail, he spent almost every night looking up videos tutorials, looking at his old anatomy textbooks, (they had to come in handy at some point for how much they cost). Every night with his headphones in so Santos wouldn't catch him attentively watching porn.
One night he came over after work and he was so tired. He was on his feet for hours. All he wanted was to be held by you, preferably your thighs holding his head.
“Hi, baby.” You pouted when he came into the door. His eyes dropped a little more than usual. He smiled weakly. He dropped his stuff and fell into you. You huffed and bent your knees a little to support his weight. “Rough day?” You asked, rubbing his back. He nodded. “All right, let's get you to bed yeah?” You close the door and shuffled to your room with Dennis still hanging on you. You laid him down and went to his side. He curled into you. His face languidly fell into yours and you caught his lips.
“So cold outside…” He mumbled. It had just stopped raining and was almost 40. “And you're s'warm…”
You smiled into the kiss and pulled the blanket up over him. “Let's get you warmed up then yeah?” His nodded, his hands sneaked down to your hips, his thumb quickly finding your waist.
“Woah, woah, easy tiger. How about you get some sleep?” He shook his head.
“Don't wanna sleep, want you…” He fluttered open his eyes and looked at you. It was those eyes he knew you wouldn't say no to. You bit your lip. Fuck, you really couldn't say no.
“Okay, okay…” You reluctantly turn onto your back and he follows suit, rolling on top of you. He kisses you once and lazily trails down your body before pulling down your pants. He kissed your thighs and whispered how good you looked, how much he loved you and your pussy. In the back of his mind he was trying to think back to all that 'research,’ as he put it. His eyes draped shut and he sucked hungrily on your clit. Your head fell back as he teased your hole, just rubbing the outside ever so slightly until he felt you get wetter and wetter.
Once he was satisfied with how you drenched his finger, he slid in. His two digits immediately found that spot and rubbed again and again. Your legs shook from the sensation. That never got old. Your hand came over your mouth with a plop. Dennis heard the noise and looked up.
“Don't- don't do that.” His voice broke but there was an assertiveness to it. “I wanna hear you. Wanna hear all those sounds, baby.” He went right back to work. His actions got sloppier as your moans got louder. He was enthralled.
He kept going like this, eventually adding another finger so you were stretched around him. That paired with his sloppy licks and sucks meant you were already so close.
“Oh, shittt-” You cried. “Den- Den! I'm gonna cum!” And suddenly, there was nothing. You looked down and Dennis had the most apologetic look on his face.
“Not yet, not yet-" He went back at it and got you so close before denying once again. He did this two more times and each time, your brain got fuzzier and your body got hotter. It was a white hot heat and before you knew it, you felt like you were gonna pee. You knew what this feeling meant but you still were afraid of making a mess and the pressure became uncomfortable.
"I- Den- Dennis!" You yelped and when you felt it but pulled back before you could release. A strangled whine came out instead.
"I- I'm sorry- shit-" You panted.
"Shh, It's okay don't worry. It's okay..." He assured you, kissing your sensitive, wet pussy tenderly.
"Felt so close, but I couldn't. I got embarrassed..."
"What?" His voice was weak. "No, no, baby!" He went back to eating you out with even more fervor and this lit your skin on fire. His tongue impossibly hard to not lose his progress. He couldn't believe you could be embarrassed, your body was incredible, sacred to him. He wanted- no- needed you to know that. No matter how much you cried or begged, and you did.
"Den, fuck, stop- please! Fuck! It's too much!" You tried pulling him away but he fought back. That familiar feeling came back, but you were so busy trying to get him off of you that your mind wasn't focused on that until it was too late. Your whole body tightened and you felt the mattress get wet under you. So much for that blanket.
"Oh, that was so good. You did so well. I love you so much." He blabbed on and on kissing the inside of your thighs and your hip bones. Your hand was over your face and his smiled dropped. "Hey, hey. Are you okay?" He crawled up to your face and moved your arm. Your face was sweaty and you were heaving. You looked like you had been in the sun for hours. "That was so, so hot" He kissed your cheek. You just nodded. "Did- did it feel good?" That was all he wanted. As hot as it was to see you lose control like that, he wanted it to be good for you.
"That was the hardest I've ever fucking came." You laughed.
The goofiest smile bloomed on his face when he heard that.
synopsis: you and minho fought often. being stuck to the same schedule despite everything that happened— the tension only grows and practices continue on—temporary truces, arguments, and a final warning from the rest of the group.
they don't stop fighting—but somehow, every step keeps pulling them closer.
pairing: dancer minho x reader
warnings: rivals to lovers, roomates, bratty minho if you squint, eventual smut, slow-ish burn
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wc: 2.4k
a/n: this took me longer than i expected but its finally here !!! i have no idea when chapter 2 will be out, but hopefully soon... also huge thanks to @actiniariaa for giving me ideas for this fic and proof reading it—bless your soul...
“what was that out there?” minho's voice cut through the empty hallway.
you could feel it all over again— the final performance, worth half of your grade—the same duet you both had practiced so many times, you could’ve done it in your sleep. the crowd hadn’t even realized what went wrong, but you did. minho did. and there was no way the professor missed it. but here you were, replaying every mistake in your head.
“oh, don't fucking start.” you crossed your arms, chest still pounding from the performance.
you and minho fought often, so often that it had become second nature to you. being stuck in the same group—being roommates— only made it worse. it was constant, and frankly suffocating.
“no, I'm serious,” he said, taking a step closer, “we practiced that turn a hundred times.”
“and I did it right a hundred times,” you shot back.
“one mistake doesn’t mean you get to tear me apart! besides, don't act like you didn't use the wrong foot while switching into the diagonal step.”
minho scoffed, folding his arms— staring at you like you slapped him.
“wrong foot?” he repeated. “i made up for your late count.”
you scoffed—did he think you were a joke? “made up for your late count?”
was he coming up with excuses, or did he genuinely believe that messing up the step counted as helping?
“you didn’t make up for anything. you panicked.” you snapped back, stabbing your finger into his chest.
“you rushed and threw off my balance.”
“shit, so now it's my fault you couldn’t land it?” he pressed, stepping even closer, eyes darkening—the air between you felt thicker.
"I would've landed it if you hadn’t yanked me early!” you retaliated, your chest rising and falling, frustration taking over.
minho stepped closer with a glower, eyes narrowing—as if he was daring you to push further.
“we failed because you froze.” he said, voice low and sharp.
“no,” you responded quickly, bitterly laughing. “we failed because you don't know how to dance with someone—only over them.”
for a moment, he looked stunned.
“...what did you just say?”
“i said,” you took a deep breath before continuing.
“you don't like to dance with people,” you repeated, not backing down. “you dance like you're alone, and everyone else just has to keep up or get dragged.”
silence rung out between you.
minho’s stare hardened, disbelief turning into something colder— ready to fight back— until a hand gripped his shoulder, trying to hold him back, that hand belonging to felix.
“can you guys please relax?” he huffed, a concerned look on his face. “you both made mistakes—so stop fighting. it's not going to change the fact that we failed because of you two.”
minho's jaw clenched, but felix's grip kept him from lunging forward. you were staring at minho half in disbelief and half in frustration. a part of you wanted to provoke him, but the other was telling you to drop it.
felix shook his head, letting go of minho. “seriously guys, what's done is done. you two messed up your duet, and we all faced the consequences. yelling at each other won't fix shit.”
minho’s glare snapped towards you, but he didn't argue.
before you two killed each other, rapid footsteps echoed down the hallway. hyunjin slowed to a stop in front of you both, eyes wide and grinning.
“guys,” he said, catching his breath. “we’re getting a second chance!”
both you and minho froze.
“...second chance?” felix asked, confused.
hyunjin nodded, voice stable now. “yeah, the professor knows the mess with your duet affected the rest of us, buuuut… he's giving us one more shot. basically—fix your part, or the whole group suffers.” his ecstatic tone when he first arrived shifting into something more serious.
minho blinked, mouth open slightly. “fix it…? together?”
“yes,” hyunjin stared at him, exhaling like he couldn't believe he was saying it. “how else are you supposed to perform a duet? anyways, this means you actually have to cooperate. no more screaming in hallways, holding grudges, and for god’s sake stop flirting in front of us!”
“what? okay, i”m going to stop you there,” you quickly cut off hyunjin. “in what world would I ever flirt with that narcissist?”
minho’s gaze flicked to you for a second—clenching his fists like he was going to defend himself, until hyunjin's voice stopped him.
“sure, whatever— i don't care if it's flirting or fighting. you guys need to put aside your pride for once and make sure we dont fuck this up okay?” his voice firm—making sure he got his point through your heads.
“so what, are we supposed to just pretend that didn't happen?” minho responded, getting worked up all over again.
felix exhaled loudly as he stepped forward—preparing to step in if something happened. “no.” he paused before looking directly at both you and minho, “you’re supposed to shut up and not make it worse.”
“yeah, you guys can do whatever you want after we pass.” hyunjin leaned onto the wall, agreeing with felix.
“seriously, how do you guys argue this much? does it not get tiring?” felix's eyes flicked between the two of you, genuine confusion painting his face.
“minho’s ego is clearly too high to accept that I'm just as good of a dancer as he is—so he constantly nitpicks every little thing I do. It's like he's obsessed with me or something.” you responded flatly, maintaining eye contact with minho.
“me?” he scoffed, a humourless laugh slipping out, “obsessed with you? you wish.”
felix ran a hand down his face, exhaustion coloring his voice. “you know what? forget I even asked.” he glanced at hyunjin, who shrugged helplessly.
“just— go home and work things out, okay? we can't risk losing our last chance because you two can't stand being in the same room for five minutes.”
minho grabbed his bag from the corner, already heading towards the door. “fine, whatever.”
you followed him out, the door slamming shut behind you. the campus was quieter now, most people gone for the night. the only things you could hear were a few voices in the distance and the footsteps of both you and minho.
the walk back to the dorms was suffocating. minho walked a few steps ahead, with his hands shoved in his pocket—you kept your distance, staring at the pavement—wondering how you would try and work with him.
by the time you reached the building, your chest felt heavy—you couldn't tell if it was anxiety or anger. minho pushed through the entrance without looking back, and you caught the door before it could shut in your face.
“seriously?” you muttered.
he didn't respond. didn't even flinch.
up the stairs, down the hall, and finally—your shared dorm room. minho unlocked the door and stepped inside first, tossing his bag onto the couch like he’d already forgotten you existed.
you closed the door behind you— a little harder than necessary, and stood there for a moment, staring at him before you sat on the couch, keeping your distance.
“so what now?” you asked, breaking the silence. “we just pretend that didn't happen?”
minho turned slowly, leaning against the arm of the couch. “what do you want me to say?”
“i don't know—maybe acknowledge the fact that you were being unreasonable?” you said, frustration bleeding into your voice.
“unreasonable?” he let out a breathless chuckle and shook his head, “youre the one who can't take criticism.”
you let out a forced laugh before retaliating, “that's rich coming from you.” minhos gaze dropped onto your crossed arms, “someone seriously needs to put you in your place.”
minho's mouth opened, then closed. his eyebrows shot up, and for a second, he just stared at you—like he couldn't quite process what you just said.
“i—what?” his voice came out slightly higher than usual, and you watched as his ears turned pink. “put me in my—are you serious right now?”
you shrugged, trying to keep your expression neutral. “yeah. someone really should.”
he let out a breathless laugh, running a hand through his hair as he looked away. “that's—you can't just say shit like that.”
“why not? it's true.”
minho’s gaze snapped back to yours, something flickering in his eyes that you couldn't quite read. he opened his mouth like he was gonna argue, but no words came out.
“you’re unbelievable,” he whispered, but his voice had lost its bitterness.
“why?” you tilted your head, a small grin appearing on your face. “did I finally find a way to shut you up?”
“shut up,” he said, but there was no anger behind it—just embarrassment he was very desperate to hide. he cleared his throat— trying to avoid making eye contact with you. “it's getting late…can we just— can we figure out the choreography tomorrow? Please?”
you glanced at the time on your phone. he wasn't wrong—it was late—you were both exhausted from the performance and the argument that followed.
“fine.” you said, uncrossing your arms. “but you’re actually going to work with me this time, not against me.”
“i always work with you,” minho protested weakly, finally meeting your eyes again.
“sure you do.” you stood up from the couch, grabbing your bag from where you dropped it, "that's why we failed today.”
he winced slightly at that, and you almost felt bad for bringing it up.
almost.
the silence that followed felt heavier than before. minho looked away, jaw working like he wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words.
“i’m going to bed,” you said, finally breaking the tension. you couldn't do this anymore tonight—the arguing, the back and forth. you were exhausted.
“yeah,” minho said quietly, still not looking at you, “okay.”
you turned towards your room, taking a couple steps, but stopped and hesitated for just a second. part of you wanted to say something else— maybe apologize for your comment, but you were too tired to deal with anything.
“we’ll figure it out tomorrow,” you added, softer this time.
minho’s eyes flicked up to meet yours briefly, and he nodded, “yeah. tomorrow.”
you gave him one last look before heading into your room and closing the door behind you. the moment you were alone, you dropped your bag on the floor and collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
tomorrow.
you’d fix everything tomorrow.
you just hoped it would actually be that simple.
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the next morning came too fast.
you woke up to sunlight shining through the blinds and the muffled sound of movement in the space outside your room. for a moment you just laid there— replaying last night in your head, you regretted a lot of things.
you groaned, dragging a pillow over your face—ready to scream, until a sharp knock on your door jolted you upright.
“are you up?” minho's voice came through, flat and cautious.
“yeah,” you called back, shoving the pillow aside and swinging your legs off the bed. “i’ll be out soon.”
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the practice room felt different.
emptier.
colder.
felix and hyunjin were already there when you arrived. felix was sitting against the wall—earbuds in, eyes closed like he was mentally preparing himself for whatever chaos would unfold. hyunjin was sitting next to him, scrolling on his phone—but the way he kept glancing at the door told you he’d been waiting.
“morning,” you greeted them, dropping your bag by the wall—beginning to stretch.
felix pulled out one earbud. “hey.”
hyunjin straightened up, rolling his shoulders back. “okay so—are we going to do this, or are you two going to need another minute to… i don't know, get it out of your system first?”
“we’re fine,” you responded quickly.
“sure you are.” hyunjin didn't sound very convinced.
minho walked past you, already pulling his arm across his chest to stretch. “let’s just start. the sooner we fix this, the sooner we're done.”
you shot him a look. “wow. how motivating.”
"i wasn't trying to motivate you,” he muttered, not even looking at you. “just being realistic.”
“right.” you bit your tongue, resisting the urge to say something that would start another argument.
not today.
felix stood up and sighed loudly. “okay, let's go over the group part first—just to make sure we’re all on the same page, then you two can work on the duet.”
you and minho nodded at the same exact time.
hyunjin let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “you guys are so weird.”
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you thought everything was going well. the counts were clean, the transitions smooth, and for once you weren't second-guessing every movement.
then minho opened his mouth.
“your footwork’s sloppy.”
you stopped turning to face him. “yeah? well your back isn’t straight.”
“it doesn’t need to be straight for this step, dumbass,” he shot back, crossing his arms
“sure,” you said, tilting your head slightly. “but you should practice it anyway to make sure you don’t fuck it up a second time.”
minho's eyes widened for just a second before his expression hardened. he took a step towards you, voice dropping.
“fuck it up? are you seriously going to stand there and act like yesterday wasn't on you?”
“it wasnt—”
“yes it was,” he cut you off jaw tight. “stop trying to rewrite what happened just because you don't want to admit it.”
your chest tightened, heat creeping up your neck. you lowered your voice, leaning in just enough so that he could hear every word. “keep talking like that and I’ll make sure your footwork isn’t the only thing that’s sloppy by the end of the hour.”
minho blinked. his mouth opened slightly, then closed—staring at you, clearly caught off guard.
“yeah?” he finally managed, voice rougher than before.
hyunjin groaned loudly from across the room. “could you guys whisper any louder? i was just starting to hear my own fucking counts.”
felix rubbed his temples, as if a headache was forming. “i think we should just stop for today—“
“what? no," minho said quickly, breaking eye contact with you. “i can’t leave yet. i’ve got so much to go over.”
hyunjin and felix glanced at each other momentarily, before hyunjin stepped forward.
“perfect! you and minho can do whatever it is that you need to do and felix and i can relax. i’m sure you two wouldn’t understand, but carrying a group project on your back isn’t very easy,”
hyunjin slung his bag over his shoulder, turning towards the both of you to give you a final look, “make sure to work on your duet sections before you have any extra fun.”
hyunjin and felix didn't waste any time. they headed for the door, not even bothering to glance back. you didn't think much of it—not until the door swung shut behind them.
then you heard it.
the lock.
a soft, deliberate click.
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synopsis: you joined billie for her big meeting this quarter, met with good donuts and bad jokes. afterwards the two of you rush home to sort out some pent up frustration.
today was billie’s big team meeting for the quarter, but billie had woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
“can you hurry upppp???!!!!”
she groaned, huffing dramatically as you tied your shoelaces heading out the door.
“just one second, my love, and we will be on our way.”
she rolled her eyes and tapped her foot impatiently. mind you, y’all were going to be 30 minutes early if you left within the next 5 minutes.
you got done and stood up to open the door for her, which usually grants you a ‘thank you, baby’ but this time all you got was a huff.
you walked behind her out to your car and again, opened her door for her, and yet again, no thank you. you wondered what was up with her today. you walked around to the drivers side and jumped in, setting up the gps to the office her team was set to meet at.
“what’s gotten into you, pretty lady?”
she looked up at you over her phone and just shrugged.
“nothing, i’m fine.”
you let out a half laugh along with a shrug and just kept driving, if this is nothing then you wondered what something was. as you kept driving she started to warm up to you, in a different way than you had expected.
she was placing teasing kisses to your shoulder, running her hands up and down the arm you had resting on her thigh, and telling you how much she missed you.
“the rest of the day is just you and me, cool?”
you nodded, man this girl could give you whiplash with the way her mood could change in an instant.
the rest of the drive is mellow, billie’s hand is playing with the hair on the back of your head while the other hand is scrolling through tiktok as you hum along to the faint music coming through your radio.
you pull into the building’s parking lot, back in and start to get out when billie grabs your sleeve, yanking you back down into your seat.
she kisses you, letting your lips meld together into a warm bliss for a moment and then she pulls away with a smirk.
“now come on, you know i don’t want to be late.”
you just let out a chuckle and step out of the car once more. this time she lets you and the two of you walk hand in hand towards the building.
you walk in and head towards the elevator, she remains engaged in whatever video she was watching on her phone as you press the up arrow by the steel door. you look around absentmindedly as the doors open, the two of you passing the threshold into the confined space as you find the button for your designated floor.
the doors draw closed and billie’s lips are suddenly on yours. her lips are rough and passionate with greed, her hands are roaming through your hair as yours find home on her waist, partly to keep her from climbing you like a tree. she bites your lip and moans into your mouth as your grip on her hips get firmer. your hands are about to snake up her shirt when you hear the last sound you were hoping for.
‘ding!’
billie pulls away from you as the doors open, she walks out a bit ahead of you towards the room, dragging you by your hand. once you reach the door, she turns around and smiles at you.
“what’s your deal?”
she teases, fake worry washes over her face as you shake your head. she reaches her hands up to fix the hair she wrecked. once it’s back to her liking she brings her lips to your ear.
“i thought you knew how to handle my attitude, guess you lost your touch.”
your mouth falls open in sync with the door, and of course, billie marches in like nothing happened.
you find your seats at the large table filled with billie’s team and management, prepping yourself for the mind numbing conversations you were about to be ringside seats for.
later, her agent walks in the door, 5 minutes late, with billie’s favorite gluten-free donuts. billie beams with excitement.
“there’s my favorite pop star! look who got your favorite, who's your daddy?”
you ears instantly grow hot, your chest tightens and your ears start to ring. what the fuck was his deal?
“yeah, yeah, whateverrr”
she laughs it off as she takes a big bite, looking over at you much more amused than you could even think about being right now.
you lock eyes with her after she finishes, you’ve got a very ‘there’s no way he just said that’ look on your face, which is met with a cocked eyebrow and a ‘what are you gonna do about it?’ face, because of course she would make that face.
the meeting goes on for another hour, the fire never leaving your chest and your hand only finding its way farther up billie’s thigh throughout. billie wraps the meeting very quickly and doesn’t bother making small talk with the team like she usually does afterwards. instead you both beeline to your car, tearing out of the parking lot as if you were being chased.
the drive home is a blur of billie’s sass and your frustration, stolen kisses and teasing touches. you finally make it home and leap out of the car, you go around to her side and open it, as she’s stepping out your hands find the backs of her thighs and now you’ve got her in your arms with her ankles crossed behind your back.
you stumble up to the house, your arm swinging around looking for the doorhandle because you can’t bear to pull away from her right now. you make your way inside and slam the door behind you, never stopping. you make your way directly to the bedroom and put her down on the bed.
both of your chests are heaving, lips swollen and hair wild. her eyes are low, looking up at you with lust as she bites down on her lower lip.
you come back down to earth and sling your shirt over your head.
“you better be naked when i come back.”
you bark at her as you head towards the closet, you can hear her giggles despite the distance. you step into the closet and look for your favorite box, housing all your special items. you pull your clothes off as fast as you can and tighten the cords down on your strap, you picked out the biggest dildo you had, you wanted her to be sore tomorrow. you hurriedly grabbed some small rope and a few other gadgets and made your way out of the small space.
you’re met with the sight of her arched against the bed, her hand snaked between her thighs as she rubs her clit in tight circles, her face deep in the mattress to keep quiet.
you don’t even bother to respond, you grab her wrists and tie them together behind her back as she whines in protest.
“whyyyy??!! it felt so good!!”
you just smile as she looks over her shoulder at you, pouting. you poke your lip out, mocking her, as you grab a fistful of her hair and pull so her back falls into an even deeper arch. you line the tip of the strap up with her entrance, careful not to give her what she wants just yet.
“now beg.”
she whined and squirmed, trying to push herself backwards so she could get what she wanted. you just laughed, it was cute watching her struggle after talking so much game earlier.
“please, baby! just fuck me already, please!”
she whined in frustration, you pushed the tip a touch further inside.
“was that so hard, pretty girl?”
you didn’t give her time to respond as you slid your length fully inside of her. she moaned at the stretch and dropped her head down. her hands in tight fists behind her back. you leaned down and peppered light kisses against her shoulder as you began to rock in and out slowly.
“what happened, bils? you were so cocky earlier, isn’t this what you wanted?”
your pace built up slowly, your questions fell on deaf ears as her mind was fully consumed with the sensation between her legs.
you began to find a quick rhythm, thrusting into her as she made beautiful sounds, your head began to cloud with the pleasure.
“fuck, baby, you feel so good.”
your mouth fell open as you gripped her hips, she turned over her shoulder to watch your expression.
“don’t you love filling me up, sweet girl?”
you grew dizzy, she had you wrapped around her finger, and you loved it. your rhythm began to grow sporadic, your thrusts fell uneven as you fucked into her.
“come on baby, i know you can fuck me better than that.”
you whined as you continued to pound into billie, your head was spinning with desperation to please her.
“such a needy slut for me, aren’t you?”
she was still looking back at you over her shoulder, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth with her eyes low. her back was in that deep arch that made you groan.
“don’t stop love, i want you deep inside of me.”
you pulled back against her hips and thrust yours up harder, you needed her to cum, it’s all you could think about. her face fell back into the mattress as she met your thrusts, both of you moaning out in pleasure.
you placed your palm in middle of her back and thrust into her deeper than ever, her lewd noises hardly muffled by the comforter. your other hand snaked down between her thighs as you circled her clit. her legs began to shake and she began to squirm.
“fuck yes! i’m gonna cum- oh my god i’m cumming!”
your movements never faltered, you wanted her release more than anything in the world at this moment, you slowed as she stilled, never stopping.
“you want more!?”
she looked back as she questioned you breathlessly, you nodded with your lip tucked between your teeth, in fact you needed more.
your hands gripped her hips tight as you pulled her back against the strap, her moans were loud and vulgar.
“you thought that was funny earlier?”
she looked back at you confused.
“what are you - fuck! talking about?”
you only pounded into her deeper.
“he’s your daddy? are you sure about that?”
she was now meeting your thrusts, whimpering with pleasure, still not answering you though.
“tell me, who's your daddy?”
she picked her head up, her face was flooded with submission. her eyes were rolling back with each thrust. you had her right in the palm of your hand. she opened her eyes and met your gaze.
“you are, daddy.”
her head fell back down as you sped up, fucking into her fervently, desperate to pull another orgasm out of her. her sound grew wild and unfiltered, as she could only focus on how well you fit inside of her.
“be a good slut and cum again for me, i know you can.”
as soon as the words left your lips she unraveled, shaking and quivering against the mattress as her second orgasm crashed over her. she huffed and stilled as she came back down to earth. you were absolutely sure she would be sore tomorrow.
hope y’all liked this, hopefully my new people are down for the freak shit because i will always let me freak flag fly high 🧟♀️🧟♀️
