genre: enemies to lovers, hidden identity, ceo x employee trope, crackfic, eventual smut (maybe)
sypnosis: Having shone as a golden child for the majority of your life. You graduate, and then what? Unemployment. People hate your temper, you hate people for hating you. Turning into a slump out of spite, streaming is your sole source of income. That is, until someone gets on your nerves to the point of accidentally breaking your beloved monitor. Now, you're forced into getting a job, unaware that your future boss is the cause of your problem to begin with.
word count: 4.8k
warnings: lots of swearing (in a non serious way), reader IS a loser but so is minho so its ok
since yall liked loser!reader... ms lim and han aren't a ship!! just wanna say this, its all strictly platonic shes here for the money lol. ALSO. I ADORE THIS FIC. LIKE I LOVE LOVE IT. hope yall will love it too...
also ely did NOT proofread this thanks
Have you ever accomplished something grand?
Something that would make your parents proud and people around you choose you as their role model to pursue life.
Something that would prove your worth, as a human being. Because identity is what defines a person.
Identity? You got one, of course.
You're well known – well, infamous in this world. That is, “You fucking losers. This is the third match, what the hell are you doing?!” you yell into the microphone, pushing it closer to your mouth as if it'd make you any louder, and not any less coherent from the spit splattering out onto the bud.
“If that's how you play the game then just fuckass delete it,” you're raging. Fingers smashing onto your keyboard in loud smacks, the keys snapping underneath your fingertips. Your eyes track the screen, swiping your mouse to gain a better peripheral, muttering curses under your breath. “Come on, come on — YES!”
VICTORY: RANK UP
The screen shines onto your skin, creating hues through the darkness of your bedroom. The chat of your livestream goes crazy, donations upon bets getting sent through. “Hah, what'd I tell yall?” you sigh out, laughing dryly. “That I would win this match, regardless of who is on my team.”
idkman: im waiting for the day that you lose
You roll your eyes, though, they can't see you; only hear the smugness in your voice. “That's impossible.”
idkman: just haven't found the worst team yet, you think a singular player would be enough to cause your downfall?
“As if,” it's a mumble, rolling past the chat.
4kira: fleur, i got a real challenge for you: get employed
“You're tryna get banned? I have a job.” you retort, scoffing into the mic.
4kira: being a streamer isn't one
idkman: ^ you'd be surprised by how many kids want to be streamers nowadays, there's schools for that now
doolsetnet: doesn't fleur have a degree in IT tho?
“Yall should stop calling me fleur, it's null now. Second, too many background checks. Shut the hell up, it's icky.”
idkman: calling you null is cringe
“Fleur is cringier.”
doolsetnet: fleurbuni is a milestone to you creating this account, not our fault you didn't change your user :<
“Tsk,” you click your tongue, annoyance rubbing at your nape. Or you're just itchy, this would be plausible too. “Specifically told y'all that I changed it, just not practically.”
Because it wasn't always like this. You had good grades, having graduated high school with impeccable results. Getting into college wasn't difficult, nor getting the degree. What came after, was the real challenge.
Job after job, internship after internship. You couldn't survive one week in each, or they couldn't survive one week with you. You admit, you haven't got the best temper. You get angry easily, use vulgar language and get aggressive. But, you're competent.
It doesn't matter if it doesn't come with a filter, you learned that.
“Fuck it, I don't care. They don't want me, they won't have me.” That's what you said, however, it only set you up. You've been unemployed for years now, soon turning to streaming as your sole source of income. Much to your parents' disapproval.
Because you live with them.
“Yeah, anyway. I'm ending the live, dad's being a bitch downstairs. Gotta go,” you exhale, driving the rollers of your chair forward and backwards.
4kira: wouldn't happen if you had a job and could move out
Your mouth twitches, nipping at the edge of your nail. A silence settles in, except for the heavy clicking of your teeth.
idkman: ^ leave her be, she'll doxx you fr
doolsetnet: bye fleur
doolsetnet: ^ i mean null, lmao
“Funny,” you reply, letting your thumb go. You don't give them the appeal of a goodbye, closing the streaming app. You shut your monitor off, hands palming your temples to raking through your hair. Taking a deep breath. A stench of mould cheese hits you, bending down to search for the culprit. “Shit,” you mutter, using your phone's flashlight to find a half-finished bowl of instant noodles. You haven't even fixed the lights in order to clean — your desktop is the brightest apparatus in the room. Describing the state of the rest of your bedroom — life.
Your shitty life, extremely shitty life.
No one to blame but yourself.
—
“Hyung– no, sir! You have to play this game with me, please.”
Minho leans back, slumping into his couch. The leather is cool on his freshly showered skin, damp hair wetting the back of his loose shirt. “Jisung, I don’t have time to play games.”
“Please, please. All you do is work, we barely get to spend time together outside of work.” Jisung whines into the phone, drawing a wince from Minho, who pushes the phone far from his ear.
“Looks like you don’t have enough work to do, should I give you some more?”
“Now, that’s abuse of power.” Jisung retorts, “I’m your best friend first, employee second.”
“Now,” Minho replies. “That’s guilt tripping.” He sighs, smacking his lips in a nod. “I suppose you are.”
This earns an elated sound from Jisung, pleased with convincing tactics. It’s pretty late, not late enough to go to sleep, but late enough to relax and chill. And Jisung’s goal for tonight, is quite the opposite of relaxing and chilling.
—
“You suck,” Jisung tuts in disbelief. “Who knew, you’re perfect at everything but gaming.”
He’s trying to sound disappointed, but there’s a chirp in his voice that tells Minho he’s finding amusement in his hopeless predicament. “What am I supposed to do–” Minho frowns, smashing his expensive keyboard, though if it breaks, he could just buy another. Right now, he’s trying to figure out what does what. Much desperately, it’s kinda pitiful to look at. “Han Jisung, help.”
“Why should I help you?”
Minho scoffs, eyelids fluttering. “You asked me to play this game. God, they’re coming.” he says in haste when multiple players surround him. Ganging up on a new player, how lame. But it’s the funniest sight for Jisung, completely losing his shit on the call.
DEFEAT: SPECTACLE, NEW MATCH
Minho’s fingers curl on his desk, sweat breaking at his back. He rips the headphones off his head, hand raking through his hair. Somehow, that was more stressful than facing stock failure. Because then, he knows what to do. Here, he has zero clues. It edges him, “I’m not playing this again. Get out of my face.”
“I’m not even in front of you–” Jisung’s voice drops shut; Minho closes the call without an ounce of hesitation.
Minho leaves his chair, threading his way to his bed. Falling onto the silky sheets; he grabs his phone; checking the time. It’s past midnight. Swallowing dryly, his frown deepens. He lost valuable hours indulging into Jisung’s gaming propaganda. He can’t fathom this, he’ll pay for wasting his time. And, for showing this level of disrespect to his boss.
—
"Good morning, Mr. Lee."
"Your ten o'clock meeting with the marketing department has been moved to ten thirty, Sir."
"The board members have arrived."
"Would you like me to prepare your presentation materials?"
"Your coffee is ready, Sir."
"The investors from Japan have requested a follow-up meeting."
Mr. Lee Minho, Mr. Lee, Sir, Chief Executive.
He came in exactly two minutes ago. Eight in the morning sharp. Everything is in order, following the routine despite some minor anomalies. Still, nothing he hadn’t anticipated. That’s how he prefers life, going by the specific standards and regulations.
And then there’s a few.
“Hyung–!” Jisung’s palm flies to his lips, clasping it shut, glancing sideways in case someone had noticed his slip up. No one, except kind Ms. Dan. He brushes it off — she’s old, she’ll forget soon enough. “Chief executive.”
“Mr. Han,” Minho hums, approaching him with a smile matching the latter. “Have you slept well?”
“Like a baby,”Jisung replies, taking in the jerk in Minho’s eyebrow at his utterly unprofessional language.
“That’s fortunate,” Minho feigns a naive face, fixing Jisung’s tie. The younger’s smile significantly drops, realising the mountain that’s about to be thrown at him. “Because, I’ve got quite the workload left for you. I assume that you won't be able to find much rest tonight.” He pats him on the shoulder, “Make sure to use your free time well, for the company’s sake.”
Minho cocks his head to his secretary and the woman hands Jisung a pile of documents in return. Walking past a frozen Jisung, he’s unable to control the curl of his lips, avenging his previously hurt pride.
“You seem quite pleased today, Mr. Lee,” the woman comments. His hands find his pockets, giddy on his feet.
“I am. Put the reports regarding the newest product on my desk by the next hour.”
—
Jisung’s profile is offline. Good, meaning he’s been put to work.
For Minho?
He did swear that he’ll never play this game again, yet, here he is. Sitting in front of his computer, the loading screen downloading resources and assets. He had done brief research on the game earlier, it’s pretty successful with a wide range of players.
What if he led a gaming corporation instead of cosmetics?
Too many questions, the speaker pings, background music settling in. The amount of buttons induces a headache, multiple tabs showing events suddenly popping up: anniversary event, new player event, special event, festival event.
“Does it ever end, just how many events…” he questions, cursor hovering on the X’s.
Phone in one hand, he’s actively following a guide. Ears perking to pick on any tiny detail, “Now, click on play. After this, you should imperatively as a new player select–”
Minho turns off his phone, he should be okay now. He’s got it from here, cursor moving to the difference in difficulties. It’s not written in easy, normal, or hard. How is he supposed to know? Whatever, he chooses whatever. It can’t be that hard now, he even learned the key bindings.
—
“Hey, it’s me.” you greet despite your tone sounding like anything but a greeting.
4kira: hi null
“Calling me null, that’s new? You’re trying to get on my kind side today, Kira.”
4kira: hmm yuh, thought i was a bit harsh last time
You gag, the noise traveling to your mic. “Don’t give me any sappy bullshit, I’ll throw up. Seriously.”
idkman: oh, im not first today
idkman: where’s dools?
“Dunno, we’ll start without her today. I’m getting impatient,” you grin, not the prettiest smile but no one can see it anyway. “Today is the day, special event is gifting twice the amount of exp for winning, I’ll reach level 100 during this match.”
idkman: are u sure? its also twice exp loss for losing. u might rank down
“Me? Lose? Let’s bet,” your nails hit the keys, typing into the chat before falling into your chair. “If null wins tonight, everyone will donate 50,000 Won.”
idkman: 50,000? ure nuts
“I thought we all knew that. Come on, I’m poor as fuck.” pinning the message to the top, “My parents are refusing to fund me anymore.”
4kira: 30,000 Won
“Hmm, 40,000?”
idkman: 35,000
“You’re contradicting yourself, betting less because you know that I’ll win. Lame ass man,” you taunt, laughing into the mic.
idkman: …
idkman: ok fine, 40,000 it is
4kira: if u lose, you owe us
“Yeah, yeah. Sure,” you disregard. Perhaps, you shouldn’t have done that, to begin with. It was probably your pride, the assertiveness in which you believed that everything would go your way. According to your plans.
You should’ve known the second you noticed someone with a basic avatar in the team, but noobs enter games all the time. You never had any problem overpowering and completing the task.
You should've known better.
“Are you trying to break records for being the shittiest video player in history?!”
You’re in complete disbelief. This dude got to be trolling.
24–11
Each win was yours. Zero assist, your team is the one with eleven kills, by the way.
No, no, no.
The motherfucker keeps getting in front of your aim, creating endless blind spots, following you like a damned puppy!
It’s the tenth time you’re activating vc, “You fucking bastard, stop stealing my shit! These are my materials— can’t you see my nametag on it!”
“If that’s how your brain works, rip it out and hang it on a tree instead. Bitch, stop dying.”
The keyboard rattles underneath your hammering fingers.
“You call yourself a man? I bet I can grow a beard faster than you in two weeks of not shaving.”
The chat explodes.
“I just know your girly bangs are hiding your eyesight. Do you actually know the difference between left and right? Get a fuckass aimbot, you useless buttfaced asshole.”
You feel like ripping your hair off, if your hands weren’t so busy trying to win. It’s pointless, they’re ganging up on him, avoiding you entirely since they’re busy tearing him apart.
“SoonDoongDo, I swear that I’m going to kill you myself with my own two hands. I’ll find you and–”
VOICE CHAT RESTRICTED.
Huh.
4kira: BYE. HE REPORTED YOU
idkman: yep, this might be ur downfall
idkman: prepare the 40,000 won each
“Wait,” you mutter, holding your breath. “This ain’t done.”
You could swear to be aiming to win the match, but you’re more focused on the written chat now.
4kira: no way ure still going
4kira: 30 sec left
“Idon’tcare, I really don’t fucking care.” you reply, typing in the in-game chat. Everything is itching, twitching. You're pissed as fuck.
fleurbuni: I’ll fuckass find you, I’m gonna deep fry your shit in sewage water. Idk where you found that corny ass username, your bio says u love cats. you seem like a pussy yourself. im gonna find yo ass and chew you like bubblegum before spitting u out on the streets. ikdr thats your equivalence, bastard. one of a stepped on gum
And, send.
DEFEAT: RANK DOWN
You shriek.
Slamming your fists onto the keyboard. Tearing your throat off in bubbled frustration. The stream’s chat worsens the situation with sound effects, dogging on you. The sharp sounds ripping at your earbuds, your voice overrides it. Ignoring the shouts of your parents downstairs to keep it down.
“Oh my god, shut up. Shut the fuck up,” banned on voice chat too. You grab the handle of your headphones, throwing it off your head towards the monitor. A crack. You halt, hair messy, peeking through the dishevelledness and ragged pants.
Your monitor. It’s broken.
Green and red lines, nothing else visible. “Wait, no…”
Your fingers shake, reaching for the screen. “No, hell no. My baby…”
Your love, your world, your precious monitor. Your only true friend. It’s broken, you broke it.
No, SoonDoongDo did. Fists clenching, it’s pointless. This country is huge, but you’ll find him. You swear on that.
However, you need to find a job first.
No way your parents are paying for shit.
—
“Hello, Chief Executive. Sir, are you okay–?”
“No,” honesty is a virtue. Patience is another, and he’s losing it, bobbing his knee up and down in a deep inhale. “Bring Han Jisung to my office. Now.”
“All right, sir–” his secretary quickly excuses, leaving the room to come back with a quite anxious Jisung peeking through the doorway.
“Come in.”
“Chief executive, you called?” he asks, fiddling with his thumb.
“Closer, come closer.” Minho instructs, pointing to before him.
Jisung scoots towards him, not enough.
“Closer I said. Hurry.”
He gulps, taking another step closer. Standing right in front of Minho.
“How ethical would it be to hit you in this situation?” He asks, Jisung gasps in response.
“Quite unethical, sir. We’ll have to discuss the issue with HR management afterwards,” his secretary blurts in. The both of them snap their heads in her direction, she nods and steps back.
“Uhm, did something happen? I swear I was completing the work you gave me yesterday! I haven’t finished them all, but I’m getting there— okay? You can’t give me that much without a deadline and expe–”
“I’ve been called a buttfaced asshole.” He sighs through his teeth, as if the thought alone pains him.
Jisung’s expression shifts to surprise, just as Minho’s secretary. “Sir, do we need to fire someone–”
“On your stupid game, I’ve heard profanities I haven't heard since middle school. It doesn’t even compare, not in my twenty-eight years of living.” He rubs on his temple, palm sliding across his face. Jisung however, does a poor job at hiding his amusement; lips shaking to stay still and serious.
“Is that… Is that so–? What else,” his voice wavers, earning a glare from his higher-up.
“Miss Lim, get out for this part.” Not because she’s a woman, but because it hurts him to voice out to more than one person. “The person, I assume it's a woman given the username.”
“You should never assume.”
“Shut up, listen. She said that she’s able to grow a beard faster than me,” his fingers reach his chin. Flawlessly smooth skin. “She said that my bangs hide my eyesight. That I can't differentiate left or right,” running his hand on his forehead. His bangs are quite lengthy, actually. “She said–”
“What else did she say?” Jisung cuts him, shoulders shaking, he tries to blink the laugh off. Shaking his head.
“That she’ll deep fry me in sewage water. That I like cats, I must be a @#*&$.”
“What? I didn’t understand that part–”
“And worst of all,” his frown creases, the muscle in his jaws tensing. “She insulted SoonDoongDo, she claimed that it was a corny username. My…” he halts midway, somehow, his phone receives a notification at the second. Lighting his screen on the table, flashing a wallpaper of his cats.
“Oh god, oh my god.” Jisung can’t hold it in, throat cracking into an endless cackle.
HA. HA. HA.
HA. HA.
HA.
Driving Minho to insanity. “You find this hilarious, Mr. Han?”
“No, no– I promise.” he replies, shaking his palms. “I think that I know who the culprit is.”
He steps to his side, kicking Minho’s chair to bring space. “May I?” he asks, pointing to his computer. Minho nods and Jisung starts to type in.
“Fleurbuni?” Minho reads, watching Jisung click on the first link to a streaming website.
“Hm, she’s an infamous streamer and player. She’s rude as hell, I usually watch her lives. She's pretty nuts but that makes it entertaining, y’know?”
“You find that entertaining? Guess we need to discuss your options in leisure activities also,” Minho mutters, biting his tongue.
“No judgement, she’s funny sometimes.”
“You seem like a regular,” Minho notes, Jisung scoffs.
“Players dread getting on the same server as her, she’s been banned a couple of times. This is the furthest she’s gotten on any account–”
Minho halts him, putting a palm up. “People dread getting on the same server as her? And you didn’t tell me?”
The latter huffs, mouth parting in offense. “I never thought that you’d enter the pro players server! You said that you’ll never touch the game again–!?” Really, whose fault is this?
In response, Minho rolls his eyes, vision landing back onto the screen. “Fleurbuni… bunny?” he mumbles the name, engraving it to memory.
“Fleur means flower in french, sir.” Ms Lim breaks in the sudden quietness, resulting in another glance from them.
“You’re still here?”
“Sorry, I came to tell you that the website is crashing again. Hence sabotaging announcements and advertising–”
“Again?” Minho’s tone raises, irritation spiking at the regularity of the issue.
She bows, apologising. “We lack in the IT firm, sir. The last employee was fired for incompetence some weeks ago and–”
“What is HR doing? Hire someone else already.”
She chews on her bottom lip, nodding again. “I’ll talk to them on the matter.”
“Say–” Jisung interjects, catching Minho’s brief attention. “You didn’t fire at her back then? Not one comeback?”
There’s a pause, unsettling. “I did… but I don’t think any got sent through.” Minho admits, much to his embarrassment. “I couldn’t find the activate voice-chat button fast enough, and it wouldn’t let me write in the in-game chat for being too low level. Seriously,” he grits his teeth, the words dying. “What kind of game lets low players compete with higher ones but not access the chat to defend themselves–”
“Well, look at the positive… there’s many scandals regarding CEOs being rude alone. You practically dodged one.” Jisung blurts out, stopping midway from Minho’s glare. “OKAY, sorry. I’ll just leave now, I know that’s what you’re going to tell me. See you, bye. Wait no, it’s work context. Good work, chief executive. Fighting!”
“Fighting?” he repeats as Jisung escapes through the door, dropping his head in frustration. He’ll fight someone all right. Just wait, fleurbuni. This ain’t done.
—
To find him, you sure should be able to find your way out in these streets to start with.
Lost. You’re lost, people would think you moved to Seoul yesterday. Phone glued to your hand, feet plastered on the blazing concrete staring at a tourist guide. You trace the map with your finger, glancing back at your phone screen. “It should be right…” staring at your surroundings to the huge building on your left. “Here.”
Your morning was a mess, having to wake up before one p.m just wasn’t built in your system. Having asked your discord server for help, someone proposed — “Hajun Group? Never heard of it.”
“Of course you wouldn’t, I mean… did you ever try to get employed–”
You had hung up then. Being on a no swearing streak for today.
What do they even know?
You’re going to ace this interview. But first, you had to practice by the mirror for a solid hour while brushing your teeth and combing your hair. While trying to comb your hair, following those corporate look tutorials; give up midway and tie it back under a cap. Slapping your cheeks, “Okay. Breathe in,” you breathe in. “Close your eyes,” closing your eyelids shut. “And visualise.”
Your parents had asked you where you’re going, which you blatantly ignored. Hoping to get a job is embarrassing, no one is to know until you actually get the job. Now that you’re here, you can’t mess this up.
For your computer.
—
“Sorry, our IT team is full.”
Hajun off the list.
“Why don’t you go to Mirae instead? They have this app called…”
“You have little to no prior experience, We need someone that…”
Mirae off the list. It’s okay, next one will be it.
“You know what they say, third time is a charm. Try Verisse, it’s a clothing company.”
“Hmm, there’s a standard attire that our employees are to wear. You don’t qui–”
On the third rejection, you ended up throwing yourself at the hiring manager. Tried to throw yourself at the hiring manager. No surprise, it wasn't hard to tear you off her. It's the unhealthy meals getting back at you, “Damned instant noodles.” you muttered on your way out, sleeve getting stuck in the automatic gate, flailing your wobbly-strength arm to jerk the cloth out.
Each step feels like you’re walking on burning hot sand, blisters forming under the confinement of your shoes. You’re. So. Fucking. Tired. Plus there’s a police investigation on your back for attempted assault. They should highlight the attempted part, you couldn’t manage exactly what you had in mind in due time either way. At least, you managed to rip a few of her buttons. Heh. That's what you get, corporate assholes.
That's exactly why you stopped trying in the first place.
Were there this many companies in Seoul?
Your back hurts, it’s the middle of summer. The perfect weather to stay at home with a fan stuck up your ass and a bowl of fat-inducing ice cream in hand while binge watching the same series for the fifth time in a row. Actually, summer is shit. Three companies, all denied the second you stepped in and their eyes raked over you.
“This is pointless,” you’d have better luck kissing your parents’ toes to buy you a new monitor.
“Ahem!” A sharp sound cuts at your ears, a speaker getting tested. “Is it working, are you hearing me!!”
“What the hell,” you mumble, fixing a lady and some guy in a suit trying to knock some sense into her.
“Ms. Lim, please get down— it’s human resources work, not yours!”
“They aren’t doing it. So I shall, Mr. Han!!! Sir will get upset if this goes on!!!”
“Put the microphone down,” he begs, shaking his head to see if anyone’s watching. You are.
“Are those people nuts?” you scoff, rolling your eyes, choosing to go home instead.
Guess corporate attire doesn’t make the ‘normal’.
“Hello everyone!!!” Ms. Lim begins, Mr. Han(?) whines in the process, embarrassment washing over him. “We are hiring!!! SEORIN Group is searching for competent IT workers!!! If you apply to the standards, please come forward!!!”
“What?” you press your lips together, fighting the smile urging to crack. Is this for real? Not a joke — “what type of nonsense company…?”
Though, they’re hiring… “No, this isn’t the applied standard.”
Applied standard?
Your head drops, taking in the holes in your sleeve. The food stain on your shirt that you tried to rub off using toothpaste, the state of your shoes. Tongue swiping over your bottom lip, it’s dry. You should buy chapstick. Maybe. Even your pants are old-teary ones, you had never even bothered to notice your mother’s proposal of going shopping together.
Do you fit the applied standard?
Heck, you look like you’re about to do skateboard tricks at a park in 2004.
This sucks.
Mr. Han has stopped listening by now, turning his entire body the other way, pretending not to associate with her. She pulls the microphone a distance from her face, the appliance weeps a sharp noise. “You think this is going to work?”
“No! I don’t think so, Ms. Lim. I get it that we’re desperate, but please stop this madness–”
“Uhm.”
They both look at you.
“Can I apply?”
They’re desperate. You’re desperat-er, if that’s a word to begin with.
—
“So, you’re telling me that you are twenty seven…” Mr. Han says, your documents in hand. His eyes lift, looking at you briefly with an expression as you nod. “And you have zero experience, and that you graduated from SNU?”
You nod again, fists frozen on your shaky legs, balling the fabric of your pants.
It’s written right there, on the paper. Mr. Han is genuinely baffled, lips parting into a gasp, burying his face into his palms. “How– wait wait, I don’t have to worry about this.” He turns to Ms. Lim who is dutifully going through your information, “Ms. Lim, isn’t this like… not our job? I wasn’t employed for this in particular,” he stands up.
“Sit back down, Mr. Han.”
He sits wordlessly.
“You,” she pivots her body directly towards you. Dropping her chin into the bottom of her wrist, she smiles. This is freaky, if you were asked. “You’re hired.”
What.
“What?!” Mr. Han shouts, louder than your thought process. “Are we even allowed to do this–?” glancing around, “Do you qualify for hiring management?”
“Yes, I do. I have a degree in management,” Ms. Lim says, tone as indifferent but there’s a smugness to it. “If you’d actually read the stats, Mr. Han. You’d find out that I contribute to eighty six percent of the work in this company.”
He scoffs. Unbelievable. “Then why don’t you just work on your own then?”
“That,” her leg slides on the other, sitting up straight. “Would be a violation of the Labor Standards Act, article fifty three to be exact. Where the standard working hours shouldn’t exte—”
“Enough, I got it, I got it. Then you’ll have to speak to HR.”
“No, then I’ll have to take this to court. This is a breach of the law–”
You blink. Their endless chatter falls deaf to your ears. Whatever they’re saying, it stopped registering after ‘you’re hired’ left her mouth.
You?
You’re hired.
You. Hired.
Your legs stopped shaking by now, it’s like you’re frozen. Still, completely. Has your brain ever stopped for this long?
“Anyways, Ms Yn.” Ms. Lim interrupts.
“Hm,” you reply, no words coming out but a noise.
“Tomorrow will be your first official day at Seorin Group. I want you in the office at eight in the morning sharp, not one millisecond late. We’ll introduce you to the rest of the IT team, which is— absolutely no one else.”
“There’s this guy named Seo Changbin–”
“Incompetence holds no value in my peripheral vision, Mr. Han. You should know that by now, that’s why I must be competent. And why,” she’s addressing you, “I’m sure that you’ll prove to be competent too, Ms Yn. Seorin looks forward to working with you.”
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genre: enemies to lovers, hidden identity, ceo x employee trope, crackfic, eventual smut (maybe)
sypnosis: Having shone as a golden child for the majority of your life. You graduate, and then what? Unemployment. People hate your temper, you hate people for hating you. Turning into a slump out of spite, streaming is your sole source of income. That is, until someone gets on your nerves to the point of accidentally breaking your beloved monitor. Now, you're forced into getting a job, unaware that your future boss is the cause of your problem to begin with.
word count: 4.8k
warnings: lots of swearing (in a non serious way), reader IS a loser but so is minho so its ok
since yall liked loser!reader... ms lim and han aren't a ship!! just wanna say this, its all strictly platonic shes here for the money lol. ALSO. I ADORE THIS FIC. LIKE I LOVE LOVE IT. hope yall will love it too...
also ely did NOT proofread this thanks
Have you ever accomplished something grand?
Something that would make your parents proud and people around you choose you as their role model to pursue life.
Something that would prove your worth, as a human being. Because identity is what defines a person.
Identity? You got one, of course.
You're well known – well, infamous in this world. That is, “You fucking losers. This is the third match, what the hell are you doing?!” you yell into the microphone, pushing it closer to your mouth as if it'd make you any louder, and not any less coherent from the spit splattering out onto the bud.
“If that's how you play the game then just fuckass delete it,” you're raging. Fingers smashing onto your keyboard in loud smacks, the keys snapping underneath your fingertips. Your eyes track the screen, swiping your mouse to gain a better peripheral, muttering curses under your breath. “Come on, come on — YES!”
VICTORY: RANK UP
The screen shines onto your skin, creating hues through the darkness of your bedroom. The chat of your livestream goes crazy, donations upon bets getting sent through. “Hah, what'd I tell yall?” you sigh out, laughing dryly. “That I would win this match, regardless of who is on my team.”
idkman: im waiting for the day that you lose
You roll your eyes, though, they can't see you; only hear the smugness in your voice. “That's impossible.”
idkman: just haven't found the worst team yet, you think a singular player would be enough to cause your downfall?
“As if,” it's a mumble, rolling past the chat.
4kira: fleur, i got a real challenge for you: get employed
“You're tryna get banned? I have a job.” you retort, scoffing into the mic.
4kira: being a streamer isn't one
idkman: ^ you'd be surprised by how many kids want to be streamers nowadays, there's schools for that now
doolsetnet: doesn't fleur have a degree in IT tho?
“Yall should stop calling me fleur, it's null now. Second, too many background checks. Shut the hell up, it's icky.”
idkman: calling you null is cringe
“Fleur is cringier.”
doolsetnet: fleurbuni is a milestone to you creating this account, not our fault you didn't change your user :<
“Tsk,” you click your tongue, annoyance rubbing at your nape. Or you're just itchy, this would be plausible too. “Specifically told y'all that I changed it, just not practically.”
Because it wasn't always like this. You had good grades, having graduated high school with impeccable results. Getting into college wasn't difficult, nor getting the degree. What came after, was the real challenge.
Job after job, internship after internship. You couldn't survive one week in each, or they couldn't survive one week with you. You admit, you haven't got the best temper. You get angry easily, use vulgar language and get aggressive. But, you're competent.
It doesn't matter if it doesn't come with a filter, you learned that.
“Fuck it, I don't care. They don't want me, they won't have me.” That's what you said, however, it only set you up. You've been unemployed for years now, soon turning to streaming as your sole source of income. Much to your parents' disapproval.
Because you live with them.
“Yeah, anyway. I'm ending the live, dad's being a bitch downstairs. Gotta go,” you exhale, driving the rollers of your chair forward and backwards.
4kira: wouldn't happen if you had a job and could move out
Your mouth twitches, nipping at the edge of your nail. A silence settles in, except for the heavy clicking of your teeth.
idkman: ^ leave her be, she'll doxx you fr
doolsetnet: bye fleur
doolsetnet: ^ i mean null, lmao
“Funny,” you reply, letting your thumb go. You don't give them the appeal of a goodbye, closing the streaming app. You shut your monitor off, hands palming your temples to raking through your hair. Taking a deep breath. A stench of mould cheese hits you, bending down to search for the culprit. “Shit,” you mutter, using your phone's flashlight to find a half-finished bowl of instant noodles. You haven't even fixed the lights in order to clean — your desktop is the brightest apparatus in the room. Describing the state of the rest of your bedroom — life.
Your shitty life, extremely shitty life.
No one to blame but yourself.
—
“Hyung– no, sir! You have to play this game with me, please.”
Minho leans back, slumping into his couch. The leather is cool on his freshly showered skin, damp hair wetting the back of his loose shirt. “Jisung, I don’t have time to play games.”
“Please, please. All you do is work, we barely get to spend time together outside of work.” Jisung whines into the phone, drawing a wince from Minho, who pushes the phone far from his ear.
“Looks like you don’t have enough work to do, should I give you some more?”
“Now, that’s abuse of power.” Jisung retorts, “I’m your best friend first, employee second.”
“Now,” Minho replies. “That’s guilt tripping.” He sighs, smacking his lips in a nod. “I suppose you are.”
This earns an elated sound from Jisung, pleased with convincing tactics. It’s pretty late, not late enough to go to sleep, but late enough to relax and chill. And Jisung’s goal for tonight, is quite the opposite of relaxing and chilling.
—
“You suck,” Jisung tuts in disbelief. “Who knew, you’re perfect at everything but gaming.”
He’s trying to sound disappointed, but there’s a chirp in his voice that tells Minho he’s finding amusement in his hopeless predicament. “What am I supposed to do–” Minho frowns, smashing his expensive keyboard, though if it breaks, he could just buy another. Right now, he’s trying to figure out what does what. Much desperately, it’s kinda pitiful to look at. “Han Jisung, help.”
“Why should I help you?”
Minho scoffs, eyelids fluttering. “You asked me to play this game. God, they’re coming.” he says in haste when multiple players surround him. Ganging up on a new player, how lame. But it’s the funniest sight for Jisung, completely losing his shit on the call.
DEFEAT: SPECTACLE, NEW MATCH
Minho’s fingers curl on his desk, sweat breaking at his back. He rips the headphones off his head, hand raking through his hair. Somehow, that was more stressful than facing stock failure. Because then, he knows what to do. Here, he has zero clues. It edges him, “I’m not playing this again. Get out of my face.”
“I’m not even in front of you–” Jisung’s voice drops shut; Minho closes the call without an ounce of hesitation.
Minho leaves his chair, threading his way to his bed. Falling onto the silky sheets; he grabs his phone; checking the time. It’s past midnight. Swallowing dryly, his frown deepens. He lost valuable hours indulging into Jisung’s gaming propaganda. He can’t fathom this, he’ll pay for wasting his time. And, for showing this level of disrespect to his boss.
—
"Good morning, Mr. Lee."
"Your ten o'clock meeting with the marketing department has been moved to ten thirty, Sir."
"The board members have arrived."
"Would you like me to prepare your presentation materials?"
"Your coffee is ready, Sir."
"The investors from Japan have requested a follow-up meeting."
Mr. Lee Minho, Mr. Lee, Sir, Chief Executive.
He came in exactly two minutes ago. Eight in the morning sharp. Everything is in order, following the routine despite some minor anomalies. Still, nothing he hadn’t anticipated. That’s how he prefers life, going by the specific standards and regulations.
And then there’s a few.
“Hyung–!” Jisung’s palm flies to his lips, clasping it shut, glancing sideways in case someone had noticed his slip up. No one, except kind Ms. Dan. He brushes it off — she’s old, she’ll forget soon enough. “Chief executive.”
“Mr. Han,” Minho hums, approaching him with a smile matching the latter. “Have you slept well?”
“Like a baby,”Jisung replies, taking in the jerk in Minho’s eyebrow at his utterly unprofessional language.
“That’s fortunate,” Minho feigns a naive face, fixing Jisung’s tie. The younger’s smile significantly drops, realising the mountain that’s about to be thrown at him. “Because, I’ve got quite the workload left for you. I assume that you won't be able to find much rest tonight.” He pats him on the shoulder, “Make sure to use your free time well, for the company’s sake.”
Minho cocks his head to his secretary and the woman hands Jisung a pile of documents in return. Walking past a frozen Jisung, he’s unable to control the curl of his lips, avenging his previously hurt pride.
“You seem quite pleased today, Mr. Lee,” the woman comments. His hands find his pockets, giddy on his feet.
“I am. Put the reports regarding the newest product on my desk by the next hour.”
—
Jisung’s profile is offline. Good, meaning he’s been put to work.
For Minho?
He did swear that he’ll never play this game again, yet, here he is. Sitting in front of his computer, the loading screen downloading resources and assets. He had done brief research on the game earlier, it’s pretty successful with a wide range of players.
What if he led a gaming corporation instead of cosmetics?
Too many questions, the speaker pings, background music settling in. The amount of buttons induces a headache, multiple tabs showing events suddenly popping up: anniversary event, new player event, special event, festival event.
“Does it ever end, just how many events…” he questions, cursor hovering on the X’s.
Phone in one hand, he’s actively following a guide. Ears perking to pick on any tiny detail, “Now, click on play. After this, you should imperatively as a new player select–”
Minho turns off his phone, he should be okay now. He’s got it from here, cursor moving to the difference in difficulties. It’s not written in easy, normal, or hard. How is he supposed to know? Whatever, he chooses whatever. It can’t be that hard now, he even learned the key bindings.
—
“Hey, it’s me.” you greet despite your tone sounding like anything but a greeting.
4kira: hi null
“Calling me null, that’s new? You’re trying to get on my kind side today, Kira.”
4kira: hmm yuh, thought i was a bit harsh last time
You gag, the noise traveling to your mic. “Don’t give me any sappy bullshit, I’ll throw up. Seriously.”
idkman: oh, im not first today
idkman: where’s dools?
“Dunno, we’ll start without her today. I’m getting impatient,” you grin, not the prettiest smile but no one can see it anyway. “Today is the day, special event is gifting twice the amount of exp for winning, I’ll reach level 100 during this match.”
idkman: are u sure? its also twice exp loss for losing. u might rank down
“Me? Lose? Let’s bet,” your nails hit the keys, typing into the chat before falling into your chair. “If null wins tonight, everyone will donate 50,000 Won.”
idkman: 50,000? ure nuts
“I thought we all knew that. Come on, I’m poor as fuck.” pinning the message to the top, “My parents are refusing to fund me anymore.”
4kira: 30,000 Won
“Hmm, 40,000?”
idkman: 35,000
“You’re contradicting yourself, betting less because you know that I’ll win. Lame ass man,” you taunt, laughing into the mic.
idkman: …
idkman: ok fine, 40,000 it is
4kira: if u lose, you owe us
“Yeah, yeah. Sure,” you disregard. Perhaps, you shouldn’t have done that, to begin with. It was probably your pride, the assertiveness in which you believed that everything would go your way. According to your plans.
You should’ve known the second you noticed someone with a basic avatar in the team, but noobs enter games all the time. You never had any problem overpowering and completing the task.
You should've known better.
“Are you trying to break records for being the shittiest video player in history?!”
You’re in complete disbelief. This dude got to be trolling.
24–11
Each win was yours. Zero assist, your team is the one with eleven kills, by the way.
No, no, no.
The motherfucker keeps getting in front of your aim, creating endless blind spots, following you like a damned puppy!
It’s the tenth time you’re activating vc, “You fucking bastard, stop stealing my shit! These are my materials— can’t you see my nametag on it!”
“If that’s how your brain works, rip it out and hang it on a tree instead. Bitch, stop dying.”
The keyboard rattles underneath your hammering fingers.
“You call yourself a man? I bet I can grow a beard faster than you in two weeks of not shaving.”
The chat explodes.
“I just know your girly bangs are hiding your eyesight. Do you actually know the difference between left and right? Get a fuckass aimbot, you useless buttfaced asshole.”
You feel like ripping your hair off, if your hands weren’t so busy trying to win. It’s pointless, they’re ganging up on him, avoiding you entirely since they’re busy tearing him apart.
“SoonDoongDo, I swear that I’m going to kill you myself with my own two hands. I’ll find you and–”
VOICE CHAT RESTRICTED.
Huh.
4kira: BYE. HE REPORTED YOU
idkman: yep, this might be ur downfall
idkman: prepare the 40,000 won each
“Wait,” you mutter, holding your breath. “This ain’t done.”
You could swear to be aiming to win the match, but you’re more focused on the written chat now.
4kira: no way ure still going
4kira: 30 sec left
“Idon’tcare, I really don’t fucking care.” you reply, typing in the in-game chat. Everything is itching, twitching. You're pissed as fuck.
fleurbuni: I’ll fuckass find you, I’m gonna deep fry your shit in sewage water. Idk where you found that corny ass username, your bio says u love cats. you seem like a pussy yourself. im gonna find yo ass and chew you like bubblegum before spitting u out on the streets. ikdr thats your equivalence, bastard. one of a stepped on gum
And, send.
DEFEAT: RANK DOWN
You shriek.
Slamming your fists onto the keyboard. Tearing your throat off in bubbled frustration. The stream’s chat worsens the situation with sound effects, dogging on you. The sharp sounds ripping at your earbuds, your voice overrides it. Ignoring the shouts of your parents downstairs to keep it down.
“Oh my god, shut up. Shut the fuck up,” banned on voice chat too. You grab the handle of your headphones, throwing it off your head towards the monitor. A crack. You halt, hair messy, peeking through the dishevelledness and ragged pants.
Your monitor. It’s broken.
Green and red lines, nothing else visible. “Wait, no…”
Your fingers shake, reaching for the screen. “No, hell no. My baby…”
Your love, your world, your precious monitor. Your only true friend. It’s broken, you broke it.
No, SoonDoongDo did. Fists clenching, it’s pointless. This country is huge, but you’ll find him. You swear on that.
However, you need to find a job first.
No way your parents are paying for shit.
—
“Hello, Chief Executive. Sir, are you okay–?”
“No,” honesty is a virtue. Patience is another, and he’s losing it, bobbing his knee up and down in a deep inhale. “Bring Han Jisung to my office. Now.”
“All right, sir–” his secretary quickly excuses, leaving the room to come back with a quite anxious Jisung peeking through the doorway.
“Come in.”
“Chief executive, you called?” he asks, fiddling with his thumb.
“Closer, come closer.” Minho instructs, pointing to before him.
Jisung scoots towards him, not enough.
“Closer I said. Hurry.”
He gulps, taking another step closer. Standing right in front of Minho.
“How ethical would it be to hit you in this situation?” He asks, Jisung gasps in response.
“Quite unethical, sir. We’ll have to discuss the issue with HR management afterwards,” his secretary blurts in. The both of them snap their heads in her direction, she nods and steps back.
“Uhm, did something happen? I swear I was completing the work you gave me yesterday! I haven’t finished them all, but I’m getting there— okay? You can’t give me that much without a deadline and expe–”
“I’ve been called a buttfaced asshole.” He sighs through his teeth, as if the thought alone pains him.
Jisung’s expression shifts to surprise, just as Minho’s secretary. “Sir, do we need to fire someone–”
“On your stupid game, I’ve heard profanities I haven't heard since middle school. It doesn’t even compare, not in my twenty-eight years of living.” He rubs on his temple, palm sliding across his face. Jisung however, does a poor job at hiding his amusement; lips shaking to stay still and serious.
“Is that… Is that so–? What else,” his voice wavers, earning a glare from his higher-up.
“Miss Lim, get out for this part.” Not because she’s a woman, but because it hurts him to voice out to more than one person. “The person, I assume it's a woman given the username.”
“You should never assume.”
“Shut up, listen. She said that she’s able to grow a beard faster than me,” his fingers reach his chin. Flawlessly smooth skin. “She said that my bangs hide my eyesight. That I can't differentiate left or right,” running his hand on his forehead. His bangs are quite lengthy, actually. “She said–”
“What else did she say?” Jisung cuts him, shoulders shaking, he tries to blink the laugh off. Shaking his head.
“That she’ll deep fry me in sewage water. That I like cats, I must be a @#*&$.”
“What? I didn’t understand that part–”
“And worst of all,” his frown creases, the muscle in his jaws tensing. “She insulted SoonDoongDo, she claimed that it was a corny username. My…” he halts midway, somehow, his phone receives a notification at the second. Lighting his screen on the table, flashing a wallpaper of his cats.
“Oh god, oh my god.” Jisung can’t hold it in, throat cracking into an endless cackle.
HA. HA. HA.
HA. HA.
HA.
Driving Minho to insanity. “You find this hilarious, Mr. Han?”
“No, no– I promise.” he replies, shaking his palms. “I think that I know who the culprit is.”
He steps to his side, kicking Minho’s chair to bring space. “May I?” he asks, pointing to his computer. Minho nods and Jisung starts to type in.
“Fleurbuni?” Minho reads, watching Jisung click on the first link to a streaming website.
“Hm, she’s an infamous streamer and player. She’s rude as hell, I usually watch her lives. She's pretty nuts but that makes it entertaining, y’know?”
“You find that entertaining? Guess we need to discuss your options in leisure activities also,” Minho mutters, biting his tongue.
“No judgement, she’s funny sometimes.”
“You seem like a regular,” Minho notes, Jisung scoffs.
“Players dread getting on the same server as her, she’s been banned a couple of times. This is the furthest she’s gotten on any account–”
Minho halts him, putting a palm up. “People dread getting on the same server as her? And you didn’t tell me?”
The latter huffs, mouth parting in offense. “I never thought that you’d enter the pro players server! You said that you’ll never touch the game again–!?” Really, whose fault is this?
In response, Minho rolls his eyes, vision landing back onto the screen. “Fleurbuni… bunny?” he mumbles the name, engraving it to memory.
“Fleur means flower in french, sir.” Ms Lim breaks in the sudden quietness, resulting in another glance from them.
“You’re still here?”
“Sorry, I came to tell you that the website is crashing again. Hence sabotaging announcements and advertising–”
“Again?” Minho’s tone raises, irritation spiking at the regularity of the issue.
She bows, apologising. “We lack in the IT firm, sir. The last employee was fired for incompetence some weeks ago and–”
“What is HR doing? Hire someone else already.”
She chews on her bottom lip, nodding again. “I’ll talk to them on the matter.”
“Say–” Jisung interjects, catching Minho’s brief attention. “You didn’t fire at her back then? Not one comeback?”
There’s a pause, unsettling. “I did… but I don’t think any got sent through.” Minho admits, much to his embarrassment. “I couldn’t find the activate voice-chat button fast enough, and it wouldn’t let me write in the in-game chat for being too low level. Seriously,” he grits his teeth, the words dying. “What kind of game lets low players compete with higher ones but not access the chat to defend themselves–”
“Well, look at the positive… there’s many scandals regarding CEOs being rude alone. You practically dodged one.” Jisung blurts out, stopping midway from Minho’s glare. “OKAY, sorry. I’ll just leave now, I know that’s what you’re going to tell me. See you, bye. Wait no, it’s work context. Good work, chief executive. Fighting!”
“Fighting?” he repeats as Jisung escapes through the door, dropping his head in frustration. He’ll fight someone all right. Just wait, fleurbuni. This ain’t done.
—
To find him, you sure should be able to find your way out in these streets to start with.
Lost. You’re lost, people would think you moved to Seoul yesterday. Phone glued to your hand, feet plastered on the blazing concrete staring at a tourist guide. You trace the map with your finger, glancing back at your phone screen. “It should be right…” staring at your surroundings to the huge building on your left. “Here.”
Your morning was a mess, having to wake up before one p.m just wasn’t built in your system. Having asked your discord server for help, someone proposed — “Hajun Group? Never heard of it.”
“Of course you wouldn’t, I mean… did you ever try to get employed–”
You had hung up then. Being on a no swearing streak for today.
What do they even know?
You’re going to ace this interview. But first, you had to practice by the mirror for a solid hour while brushing your teeth and combing your hair. While trying to comb your hair, following those corporate look tutorials; give up midway and tie it back under a cap. Slapping your cheeks, “Okay. Breathe in,” you breathe in. “Close your eyes,” closing your eyelids shut. “And visualise.”
Your parents had asked you where you’re going, which you blatantly ignored. Hoping to get a job is embarrassing, no one is to know until you actually get the job. Now that you’re here, you can’t mess this up.
For your computer.
—
“Sorry, our IT team is full.”
Hajun off the list.
“Why don’t you go to Mirae instead? They have this app called…”
“You have little to no prior experience, We need someone that…”
Mirae off the list. It’s okay, next one will be it.
“You know what they say, third time is a charm. Try Verisse, it’s a clothing company.”
“Hmm, there’s a standard attire that our employees are to wear. You don’t qui–”
On the third rejection, you ended up throwing yourself at the hiring manager. Tried to throw yourself at the hiring manager. No surprise, it wasn't hard to tear you off her. It's the unhealthy meals getting back at you, “Damned instant noodles.” you muttered on your way out, sleeve getting stuck in the automatic gate, flailing your wobbly-strength arm to jerk the cloth out.
Each step feels like you’re walking on burning hot sand, blisters forming under the confinement of your shoes. You’re. So. Fucking. Tired. Plus there’s a police investigation on your back for attempted assault. They should highlight the attempted part, you couldn’t manage exactly what you had in mind in due time either way. At least, you managed to rip a few of her buttons. Heh. That's what you get, corporate assholes.
That's exactly why you stopped trying in the first place.
Were there this many companies in Seoul?
Your back hurts, it’s the middle of summer. The perfect weather to stay at home with a fan stuck up your ass and a bowl of fat-inducing ice cream in hand while binge watching the same series for the fifth time in a row. Actually, summer is shit. Three companies, all denied the second you stepped in and their eyes raked over you.
“This is pointless,” you’d have better luck kissing your parents’ toes to buy you a new monitor.
“Ahem!” A sharp sound cuts at your ears, a speaker getting tested. “Is it working, are you hearing me!!”
“What the hell,” you mumble, fixing a lady and some guy in a suit trying to knock some sense into her.
“Ms. Lim, please get down— it’s human resources work, not yours!”
“They aren’t doing it. So I shall, Mr. Han!!! Sir will get upset if this goes on!!!”
“Put the microphone down,” he begs, shaking his head to see if anyone’s watching. You are.
“Are those people nuts?” you scoff, rolling your eyes, choosing to go home instead.
Guess corporate attire doesn’t make the ‘normal’.
“Hello everyone!!!” Ms. Lim begins, Mr. Han(?) whines in the process, embarrassment washing over him. “We are hiring!!! SEORIN Group is searching for competent IT workers!!! If you apply to the standards, please come forward!!!”
“What?” you press your lips together, fighting the smile urging to crack. Is this for real? Not a joke — “what type of nonsense company…?”
Though, they’re hiring… “No, this isn’t the applied standard.”
Applied standard?
Your head drops, taking in the holes in your sleeve. The food stain on your shirt that you tried to rub off using toothpaste, the state of your shoes. Tongue swiping over your bottom lip, it’s dry. You should buy chapstick. Maybe. Even your pants are old-teary ones, you had never even bothered to notice your mother’s proposal of going shopping together.
Do you fit the applied standard?
Heck, you look like you’re about to do skateboard tricks at a park in 2004.
This sucks.
Mr. Han has stopped listening by now, turning his entire body the other way, pretending not to associate with her. She pulls the microphone a distance from her face, the appliance weeps a sharp noise. “You think this is going to work?”
“No! I don’t think so, Ms. Lim. I get it that we’re desperate, but please stop this madness–”
“Uhm.”
They both look at you.
“Can I apply?”
They’re desperate. You’re desperat-er, if that’s a word to begin with.
—
“So, you’re telling me that you are twenty seven…” Mr. Han says, your documents in hand. His eyes lift, looking at you briefly with an expression as you nod. “And you have zero experience, and that you graduated from SNU?”
You nod again, fists frozen on your shaky legs, balling the fabric of your pants.
It’s written right there, on the paper. Mr. Han is genuinely baffled, lips parting into a gasp, burying his face into his palms. “How– wait wait, I don’t have to worry about this.” He turns to Ms. Lim who is dutifully going through your information, “Ms. Lim, isn’t this like… not our job? I wasn’t employed for this in particular,” he stands up.
“Sit back down, Mr. Han.”
He sits wordlessly.
“You,” she pivots her body directly towards you. Dropping her chin into the bottom of her wrist, she smiles. This is freaky, if you were asked. “You’re hired.”
What.
“What?!” Mr. Han shouts, louder than your thought process. “Are we even allowed to do this–?” glancing around, “Do you qualify for hiring management?”
“Yes, I do. I have a degree in management,” Ms. Lim says, tone as indifferent but there’s a smugness to it. “If you’d actually read the stats, Mr. Han. You’d find out that I contribute to eighty six percent of the work in this company.”
He scoffs. Unbelievable. “Then why don’t you just work on your own then?”
“That,” her leg slides on the other, sitting up straight. “Would be a violation of the Labor Standards Act, article fifty three to be exact. Where the standard working hours shouldn’t exte—”
“Enough, I got it, I got it. Then you’ll have to speak to HR.”
“No, then I’ll have to take this to court. This is a breach of the law–”
You blink. Their endless chatter falls deaf to your ears. Whatever they’re saying, it stopped registering after ‘you’re hired’ left her mouth.
You?
You’re hired.
You. Hired.
Your legs stopped shaking by now, it’s like you’re frozen. Still, completely. Has your brain ever stopped for this long?
“Anyways, Ms Yn.” Ms. Lim interrupts.
“Hm,” you reply, no words coming out but a noise.
“Tomorrow will be your first official day at Seorin Group. I want you in the office at eight in the morning sharp, not one millisecond late. We’ll introduce you to the rest of the IT team, which is— absolutely no one else.”
“There’s this guy named Seo Changbin–”
“Incompetence holds no value in my peripheral vision, Mr. Han. You should know that by now, that’s why I must be competent. And why,” she’s addressing you, “I’m sure that you’ll prove to be competent too, Ms Yn. Seorin looks forward to working with you.”
The bedroom is warm, dim, the heavy scent of detergent and clean sheets. Your bodies are completely tangled together, Jisung is curled on his side, his back pressed flush against your chest, one of your arms slung over his waist as you breathe in the sweet, familiar scent of his hair.
For a long time, there is nothing but the soft hum of the radiator. But then, Jisung stirs. He gives a quiet, sleepy sigh and tries to slowly, subtly slide out from under your arm, his foot tentatively reaching out of the warm covers.
You tighten your grip slightly, your sleep-heavy arm holding him close. "Where are you going, Hannie?" you mumble against the back of his neck, pressing a soft, dry kiss to his warm skin.
"Bathroom," he murmurs back, his voice thick with sleep. "I have to pee, baby. Let me go."
Instead of letting him slide away, you squeeze your arms a little tighter around his waist, pulling him back until there isn't a breath of space left between you. "No, stay," you coo softly, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. "You're too warm. Don't go."
A playful, teasing warmth blossoms in your chest, a sudden desire to push his boundaries. You drape one of your legs heavily over his thighs, pinning his legs together and locking him in place with the lazy, crushing weight of your body.
"Did I say you could get up, Hannie?" you whisper, your voice dropping into a soft, commanding coo.
"Please," Jisung whimpers, his voice cracking as he tries to subtly shift his weight away from you again, testing the heavy, solid boundaries of your hold. "Please, let me get up. Just... just five minutes. I really can't hold it if you're laying on me."
"Then you’ll just have to try your hardest," you murmur, leaning forward to press a slow, lingering kiss to his warm, bare shoulder, inhaling the comforting scent of his skin.
Jisung lets out a weak, shuddering breath, his head dropping back against your chest as he realizes he isn't going anywhere. The heavy drape of your thigh over his legs keeps him completely pinned, and every small, desperate tilt of his hips to find a comfortable angle only presses his lower stomach harder against your firm thighs.
"See? Isn't this nice?" you coo in his ear, your hand slowly sliding down his chest, tracing the soft line of his ribs. "Just stay right here. Let me distract you."
You press a series of slow, lazy kisses along the curve of his neck, your lips lingering over his pulse point. He tries to focus on the sweet, warm affection, but his body is fighting a losing battle. Your hand continues its downward path, slipping past the waistband of his soft boxers to rest flat against the tight, rounded heat of his lower abdomen.
He gasps, his entire body jerking slightly at the sudden contact. "Ah- baby, don't, please... it's too much," he whines, his fingers blindly reaching back to claw at your hip, his knuckles turning white as he tries to pull your hand away.
"Shh, easy, Hannie. Just relax for me," you whisper, pressing a firm, deliberate bit of pressure with your palm right against his full bladder.
A high-pitched, desperate sob escapes his throat, his legs locked tight beneath yours as he squirm helplessly. But the sweet friction of your hand and the overwhelming intimacy of being held so close starts to betray him. You feel the sudden, thick heat of him stirring against your thigh, his body growing warm and heavy with arousal.
You let out a soft, delighted hum against his skin, sliding your hand lower until your fingers wrap around his growing length.
"Look at you," you tease gently, your voice dropping into a sweet, degrading coo. "Getting so pretty and hard for me when you're this desperate. But you know what happens when you get horny, don't you, baby? It'll just make it hurt worse."
True to your words, you begin to stroke him, your hand sliding up and down his slick, sensitive length with a slow, agonizing rhythm. Jisung lets out a fractured whine, his head thrashing against your shoulder. The swelling heat of his erection only tightens the muscles in his lower belly, pinching his bladder and making the urge to cum and empty himself flare.
"Ah! Baby, stop, please, I'm gonna- I'm gonna leak," he cries out, his hips twitching forward in a desperate attempt to escape the sweet torment of your palm.
"Let it leak, Hannie," you whisper back, reaching over to the bedside table with your free hand to grab the bottle of lube. The quiet click of the cap makes his shoulders bunch with instant anticipation.
You squeeze a generous amount of the cool gel onto your fingers, the chill making him shiver violently as you press them against his puckered, trembling entrance. "You're already so tight. Let's see how much more you can take."
You slide your first finger inside him.
Jisung screams into the quiet room as his body clamps down around you. He is so incredibly sensitive from the pressure of his bladder, and the sudden intrusion of your finger stretches him to his absolute limit. Before he can even catch his breath, you add a second finger, slick with lube, parting him easily and beginning to search.
You find his prostate almost instantly, already highly sensitive. But because his bladder is so desperately full, his prostate is pushed right against it. The moment your fingers hook upward, pressing firmly against that sweet spot, you are simultaneously crushing his bladder from the inside.
"Oh god! No, no, please!" Jisung sobs, his entire body going rigid. His legs lock together beneath yours as a wave of pure physical panic washes over him. The sensation is blinding, hitting his prostate sends a jolt of raw pleasure straight to his core, but it instantly triggers the overwhelming, explosive urge to pee. He is caught in a vice grip of sheer sensory overload. "I can't- I'm gonna wet the bed, I'm gonna pee on you, please let me go-"
"Do it," you command, your voice dropping into a low, fiercely encouraging purr as you drive your fingers deeper, curling them ruthlessly against his prostate. "Make a mess for me, Hannie. I want to see you completely ruin these sheets."
"N-no, I can't, it's dirty-"
"It's perfect," you coo, picking up the pace, your fingers fucking him with a relentless, shallow friction that hits his sweet spot over and over. Your other hand wraps back around his hard, leaking length, stroking him in perfect sync with your fingers. "Show me how dirty you can be, baby. Let it go, let me see you make a mess."
With a desperate, choked cry, his erection twitches violently in your grip. Thick, white ropes of cum paint his own lower stomach and splash against your fingers as his body is wracked by the intense, blinding spasms of his release. But the sheer force of the climax completely drains him. The clenching, involuntary contractions of his orgasm act as the final blow to his physical endurance, his muscles give out and with it his ability to hold back.
"Look at you, Hannie... oh, sweet boy," you coo softly, keeping your fingers buried deep inside him to feel every lingering, trembling pulse of his surrender. "You came so pretty for me."
A heavy, soaking wave of scalding heat spills out between his thighs, instantly drenching his boxers, your hand, and the soft sheets beneath you. The sudden emptying of his bladder, his internal walls clenching in desperate spasms around your fingers as the pressure finally dissolves.
"You couldn't even help it, could you? Your poor little body is just so weak and needy."
"Look at how wet you made us," you tease gently, pressing your lips to his sweat-slicked ear. "So helpless. You're just a sweet, dirty little boy who can't even hold his pee when he gets fucked, hm?"
Jisung whimpers, a weak, embarrassed sound as he tries to hide his face in his hands. "Baby, please... I'm sorry... "
You slowly ease your slick fingers out of him, letting out a hum of absolute satisfaction. You wrap both of your arms tightly around his waist, pulling his trembling, damp body flush against your chest and burying your face in the crook of his neck.
"Don't be sorry, sweet boy," you whisper reassuringly, rubbing soothing, flat circles against his lower back. "We can wash the sheets. You did so well for me. Just breathe. I've got you."
He lets out a long, shaky sigh, slowly turning his head to press his nose against your neck, his arms wrapping weakly around your shoulder as he finally sinks into the absolute, warm safety of your embrace.
"We do need to get up to change the sheets though."
He's What You Want, I'm What You Need - SKZ FRATHOUSE part 1, part 2
pairing: fratboy!jeongin x reader(f) x fratboy!seungmin x fratboy!hyunjin
genre: college au, smut, eventual romance (crazy)
special event w my girl @enchantedlov3r2 <3
sypnosis: having had a single boyfriend throughout the span of your life, and that experience ending absolutely disastrously - you decided to take on the easiest approach - to hide underneath a social mask, and to avoid hot guys. especially the second solution. but what happens when you happen to get paired up with not one, but two members of the skz frathouse for a project? will you make it out? will you be able to survive when the rest starts to slowly register themselves in your everyday one by one, till the option of choosing isn't yours anymore.
word count: 10k
warnings: SMUT. dom!seungmin, dom!jeongin, sub!reader, perverse thoughts, jealousy issues, possessiveness, reader is embarrassing and a loser (in a nice way i suppose), lots of internal monologue, frat boys, teasing, they are MEAN, kind of bullying, nerdy interests, unprotected sex(wrap it up), lots of making out, seungmin is a serious case of he doesn't know what he wants, corruption kink (i think...), teaching kink, toying, oral (m and f), fingering, exhibitionism, voyeurism, lots lots of swearing, alcohol
this chapter is so bad bru, but im just trying to set the ground and stuff. next chapter will be more interesting, i swear.
i hate editing i hate editing i hate editing and proofreading hate proofreading
It's been three days.
Three days since that happened, and your skin burns in memory. Lingering memory, the ones that refuse to wear off no matter how much you try and try to scrub it off.
Eyes, lips, hands, dick.
Dick, dick — and dick.
You couldn't stop thinking about it before — but it's worse now! Pretty sure that you've developed the insane habit of staring at people's pelvis. Well, people, really — it consists only of them. The who-you-must-not-speak-of, because it seems that they have some sort of spider senses, knowing exactly when they cross your mind or when their names happen to articulate out of your mouth; since the first thing that pops up in those situations is their text messages.
Which is a constant now.
They're texting you. Like. Everyday?
Not lovely texts though, barely running errands for them under the guise of that dumbass project. Their errand girl. Hence, why you're here with Jeongin.
Seungmin left about an hour ago, duty calls, or his coach might end him right here and there. Unwilling to leave you alone with his friend, the glare he gave you was cold enough. As if all of this was your fault. As if the uncomfortable coil in his chest was your fault. You're unaware of the latter though, not like he'd ever tell you how he feels. It's stupid and recent, too recent to act on any of it. Did he say stupid?
You couldn’t expect any less from Jeongin either. At least, he treats you a tad kinder than Seungmin, who decided to use you as a stress ball — hands groping and roaming your body like second nature. Driving you nuts when his palms ride a centimetre too high, almost giving you the wrong idea, only to pull back at the last second. Acting bothered, annoyed that you exist after he instigated physical contact.
Unlike Seungmin, Jeongin wants you to initiate it. He’ll brush his hand against yours on purpose, fingers curling absently. Right, absently. Weird, because you were sure he wasn’t fond of skinship. That’s what you heard — rumors before you met him. He likes to give you the idea that his touches are innocent, even when it feels the dirtiest. Offering you the tightest, cutest smile, proudly backing his image as the golden boy of their cult. Though it feels too warm, sometimes you get the idea that he’s faking it, especially when Seungmin is around. His ulterior motives speak through the twitches in his frown to the tongue poking at his cheek.
You can’t tell if they’re easier to deal with alone or together. There has been a weird, simmering tension between you three ever since, despite not having gone further than what happened last time. You’re certain that if there’s already been an awkward tension, it’s just gotten worse. Jeongin's presence next to you is loud, the heat radiating from his body bothers you. You should’ve gone home when Seungmin left, but then you’d be walking the path with him. Is it any better than being sequestered inside Jeongin’s room?
You keep trying to find excuses to excuse yourself, which he quickly finds solutions for. You’ve run out of ideas, falling into a slump at the complete edge of his mattress, as far away from him as possible. Somehow, his existence irritates you as much as it gets you wet. Embarrassingly so, you steal glances you have no control over. Your pitiful attempt at seeming busy with your phone fooling none.
“Noona,” he snaps you out in a sigh. A deep one. Throwing his head back the slightest, he drops his phone onto the pillow, eyes landing on your wide ones. “My eyes, they’re up here. Not down there.”
Oh god. You’re doing it again. He knows — he knows. Of course he would, who wouldn’t notice those perverse eyes. You squeeze your vision shut, face drowning in your palms and growing embarrassment. “I’m not— I’’m sorry. I didn’t mean to look there–”
He stays silent for a second, taking in your shy reaction. A faint smile turning his lips upwards, you can hear the smugness of it. “You didn’t mean to? You sure about that–”
“Yes!”
He hums, nodding along, pretending to believe that. “I think… that you’re thinking about last time.” The flustered scrunch of your nose is nothing short of sweet, he has to continue toying with it. “Honestly, noona. You’re kind of a pervert.” His tone is casual, that doesn’t stop the arrow of accusation from stabbing you.
The word pervert rings an uncomfortable bell, however it twists a delicious shame in your guts. Pathetic, you’re pathetic for getting turned on by the idea of him knowing your dirty secret. He mustn’t… never. No one should ever find out.
“If you keep staring at my pants like that, I’ll assume that you want to do it again.”
It. It’s evident what he’s talking about. It still takes you a moment. A brief moment that feels like hours in your running brain. The innocence in his tone is paradoxical to the light shade dusting his ears. Everything else remains unaffected. But you, of course.
“What?”
You're frozen on his bed, thumbs still hovering the screen of your phone. You hadn't anticipated this. Okay fine, maybe you were hoping that something as such would occur on your first step inside, well, his bedroom. Your excuse is that you were invited for academic reasons! Not to… to–
“I could teach you… how to properly suck dick,” it's flagrant, but he's close now. The flashing images of exactly three days ago playing on your mind. The taste of him, the heaviness of cock hitting the roof of your mouth — his scent, how your jaw ached afterwards — your body heats up, sucking in your bottom lip. The action doesn't go unnoticed, his eyes fly to your bitten lips. “Not calling you sloppy, it was your first time?”
You nod, face growing unbearably hot.
“Then, let me teach you?” Not Seungmin, not anyone else. Just him, Jeongin — he’ll show you how.
Your eyes fly to the condensing soda can on your left, the icy water discolouring the wood of his drawer. Panicked, you can’t get used to it yet. You weren’t even sure if they were going to encourage this again — you should’ve known better. “Jeongin— I don’t know…”
“Noona,” he coaxes, tone taking a manipulative undertone — and you’re aware of that. “Don’t act coy on me now, you’ve swallowed it no issue.” This is desperate, he’s getting desperate despite his cool exterior. Perhaps not as desperate as your melting resolve. You gulp, vision trailing down his body, where he’s sitting in dangerous proximity. He’s half hard, as if the thought had just hit him and he decided to run along with it. Your endearing blinking tightening the strain in his pants. “Come on…”
A heavy palm slides to your wrist, grabbing your phone to settle it next to the can. Face inches from you, he cocks his head to the side, the same now-cold palm scooting up your neck. Cradling your jaw. “You want it?” he asks, observing the subtle-yet-very obvious(unfortunate) signs of arousal shading your expression. Your heart hammers, eyelids dropping shut with a nod. A tiny approval sighing out of your lips, the only confirmation he needed before smiling against your lips. The kiss starts soft, an endeavour at calming your shaking body.
You’re so easily overwhelmed, what is he going to do with you?
Plump lips pull onto your lower ones, fingers digging onto your cheeks, urging your mouth to open for him. The exhale you release is swallowed along with your small moans, thighs quivering shut. He leans towards you, crowding your senses; utterly refusing to separate from your mouth. Your pretty mouth, which he’s got many ideas of using. He can’t let go, pushing you upwards with him, palms finding your waist, his grip strengthens. “Get off the bed,” he murmurs, muffled by the sound of wet whines. His sentence surprisingly registers, following the order mindlessly till your soles make contact with the cold floor. He finally gives you the opportunity to breathe, a string of spit attaching the two of you. “Your knees,” he speaks, using your shoulders to push you downwards. “Hm, you’re pretty.” he compliments, eyeing you on the floor before him. You’re directly positioned to his bulge, the roughness of it now obscene. You gaze up at him through your lashes, he nearly whines at the sight, if it wasn’t for his pride.
“How should I start–?” Your voice is meek, he must be having a wet dream. You haven’t started for shit and he’s throbbing pathetically at your timid eagerness. Timid. He wishes he could tell you that he knows. Fully conscious of the type of person you are — nevertheless, he holds onto the fact. It might prove to be useful in the future, who knows? God knows how you’d react if he told you, probably bolt out and transfer, or drop out. You’re crazy enough for that. He thinks he might go crazier if you stare at him like this any longer.
“Take my pants off,” he instructs, watching your trembling hands tug at his pants. “Slow– it should be sensual. Teasing is hotter.”
“Always?”
He licks his lips, breathing through his nose. “Nah, depends on the mood. If the person’s desperate enough then–”
“Are you? Desperate, I mean…”
“Fuck, are you teasing me?” he curses, the naivety of your tone could be mistaken for innocence if it wasn’t for the darker tint in your pupils. You don’t laugh, but the tiny lift of your cheeks tells him that you’re trying to ease up. Trying.
“Okay, slow then,” you divert the question, hooking your digits onto the waistband of his pants. You roll it down, revealing further skin with each tug. Saliva pools your mouth, reaching his thighs, you let the fabric go. Dropping at his feet, you’re met with his stained underwear. He’s flustered, more than he’d like to admit, leaking precum all over the cloth. You’re too entranced to care, adoring it beyond limit, making his situation worsen under your heavy gaze.
“Don’t just look, do something.”
“‘M sorry, was waiting for your words…” you mutter, a silent sound rumbles out of his throat. He wants nothing more than to tear his boxers off and shove it down your throat — have you choke on it till you brim with tears. He chooses to close his eyes instead, swallowing his flowing spit. Slow. He told you to take it slow, how long can he follow his own advice?
He sighs, ragged, “Come closer, yeah like that–” you scoot towards him, cheek pressed to his built thigh. “Just… kiss it, mhm–” his voice dies in his throat, curling into a moan the second you pamper him. Lips resting against his tip, you watch him. This is pornographic, spreading your mouth open, blowing warm air through the fabric. You’ve got no idea what you’re doing, simply hoping to recreate those porno scenes which you’ve touched yourself to countless of times. Praying that one day — you’d get the real thing to test on.
Those accumulated twenty-years-something of bad luck mounted to something, in the end, you aren’t as unlucky as you had presumed to be. Perhaps, you were a monk in your past life? Those decades of keeping chaste the reason for today's lust.
“Yn—” he calls, bringing you back to Earth, far from the mountain you probably meditated on throughout the last life. “You’re zoning out.”
You wince through your teeth, nails digging into the smooth fabric of his boxers, “Sorry– sorry, this ain’t because of you I swear–”
“I know,” he replies, patience wearing thin. He knows it’s a you thing by now, but if you don’t move in the next few seconds, he might lose composure entirely.
“Imma uhm…” you mumble, eye dropping to his erection once again, chewing on your lips — you finally free him, “continue…”
You’ve seen him before. One time isn’t enough. You’d die to see him everyday. Without the haste and daze of last time — you’re given a proper look of him, hard and wet. So fucking wet, he’s glistening. You try to say something, however it fails to come out. Staring in stupid awe, you can’t tear your eyes from his cock. No matter how many women have touched or seen him, there’s something about your dumbfounded glint that makes you addicting. Somewhat, never failing to appear as naive despite being anything but that. He can’t find it in himself to scold you for staring for this long, instead, he allows you. Tip flushed, twitching embarrassingly.
You gulp, constantly gulping from the excess of saliva forming. Though, you could do something much better with it. Tentative fingers find the base, gliding your fingertip across the prominent vein. Feeling the slick skin under yours. “God, what’re you doing–”
“Testing,” you reply, barely paying mind to him. Your palm is next, completely wrapped around him, fingers not lengthy enough to bind the entire girth. So big, so hot and heavy — different from the silicones you’re used to. This was in your mouth. Your pulse quickens at the mere thought. “Can I–?” you gaze up, lashes fluttering as you bring your mouth closer, making a kissy motion.
What the fuck– you’re trying to kill him. Inexperienced, his ass. He’s thankful that Seungmin isn’t here to experience this, glad to have you for himself and his selfish desires. “Yeah–” the worry of Seungmin is wiped from his brain with a kiss on his tip, shuddering under your experimental fondness. “Tongue.” You follow his guidance, prodding your tongue out. “The underside… it’s sensitive, ah shit,” sensitive. Has he always been this sensitive? To cry out from a lick alone —? He can’t recognise himself. The saltiness of precum takes over your senses, moaning at the familiar taste — it vibrates through him, sending goosebumps across his flesh. His mouth flies open, about to tell you to actually open up before he finds himself grasping your jaw wide himself — the process of learning fading with his patience. He needs it. Needs it badly, he might fucking die.
You read his mind, perhaps you possess those psychic skills too, his own head running as delusional as yours the second your lips wrap tightly around him. Welcoming him inside. You’re really rubbing off on him. You swallow the tip, brows pinching in concentration. In those videos… they usually — your tongue moves underside, laying it flat the best you can. Smiling against him, he makes a sound. Victory. Throwing his head back the deeper you take him, warm and wet tongue sliding underneath at a torturous pace.
You nearly reach halfway, his reactions feeding you on. This is right, you’re confident. You’re doing good, well, amazing — however, he hits the back of your throat — your jaw locks, a sudden sting spreading at your gums. You ignore it, getting some more in… halt.
You gag.
Gagged. You.
Your eyes fly open, gaping at him. He didn’t notice. Okay. OK.
You try again, squeezing your eyelids shut in pressured focus. “Egh–”
You panic. Lashes battling open for a quick solution, eyes landing on his face, back to his cock, back to his face and vice versa. Nostrils flaring in ragged breathing.
“Something’s wrong?” he asks, voice loud and ringing in your ears. Your imagination, this is your imagination. “Noona?”
“No.” It’s quick, absolute. Leaving no room for further questions. You pull back — spit attached to his flushed skin, offering him a tight smile — making an excuse of using your hands to jerk the rest.
Halt!
Isn’t no hands better? You’ve read that somewhere… No, no — no gagging is undeniably better. Sacrifices are to be made for everyone’s benefit. Sacrifices… your hands wrap around the base, jerking him off in sloppy motions as your head bobs off his cock. Keeping just the tip in. For security measures.
You could do it the other day! Why not now?!
He observes. Observes you in a way that has your skin crawling, reading you beyond your safety measures. Eyes narrowing, he inhales. “Something is wrong. Look at you, what happened?”
Wow, damn okay Yang-LookAtYou-Jeongin.
Your lips purse, lining flat on your face. He doesn’t think that you realised that your cheeks were puffed in subtle disappointment, totally bummed. You’re pouting. It plays at his heart, skipping a ridiculous beat to see you wear this expression with his cock in your hand. Still jerking him off in small motions. “You want to use your hands? Jaw hurts?”
“I want to use my mouth,” you interject, shaking your head. “But I have–”
“A gag reflex?” he cuts you off midway, “I know.”
“Huh,” your head tilts, offended and flustered by your own truth. You knew, it hurts to hear it in such an unbothered tone though. He should really drop the aloof wannabe bullshit.
You don’t know what you were expecting, nonetheless, a grin wasn’t on your list. It’s faint, growing bolder the longer he stares at you, tongue peeking out to swipe on his bottom lip. “Choking on it,” he begins; his knuckles graze your cheek, moving the sticking hairstrands, “is part of the fun, noona.”
He sits back, spreading his legs wider for you to nestle in. One hand in your hair, the other supporting his leaned body, he pushes you towards him. Close enough to have your breath fanning over him, heavy and shallow. You swallow, his fingers digging into your roots, biting the inside of his cheeks.“Try again, I’ll guide you. Properly.”
—
“What’re you guys up to?” Seungmin’s voice rings through the phone speaker, Jeongin leans down against the headboard, almost hearing the frown in Seungmin’s question. Sighing, he blinks ahead, wondering if he has to entertain this conversation right now?
“Nothing,” though, that nothing sounds like everything.
“Nothing?” Seungmin repeats, skeptical in his approach. Jeongin hums, his small grunt to get comfortable vibrating through his microphone.
“Yeah, she just left.”
Seungmin pauses. Steps faltering, checking the time on his screen. “This early? It’s still five p.m–”
The smirk that edges on Jeongin’s face is involuntary, but he wishes Seungmin was there to see it. It’s fine, he’ll hear it in his voice. “What can I say hyung? She probably had things to tend to. She’s busy, y’know?”
“Yeah. Right,” Seungmin replies, growing a mild itch in his throat. The annoying kind. “The girl who has porn as a hobby is busy, sure.” He shields his eyes, the sun is blazing for no fucking reason. For god’s sake, it’s five not noon. He left around three, and in two hours you’re gone. Something must’ve happened. Not like he gives a shit, “I met with Changbin hyung, said there’s a party this friday. You coming?”
“Who doesn’t go to the party they, themself, host? Everybody is there to see us, what’s the point in not going–”
“Yn,” Seungmin breaks in, and suddenly Jeongin falls into silence. “I’m inviting her.”
Jeongin’s certain that there’s a bug crawling on his face. Blunt nails graze his cheek, moving to the back of his nape to ease the crawl on his neck instead. “Why?”
“Why? Isn’t it obvious,” Seungmin replies, tucking the phone an inch away. “She needs to get used to the circle, or else she’ll be an awkward idiot who runs at every sliver of contact–”
“Then hold a fucking meeting bro,” Jeongin’s tsks, “How is a party the appropriate place?”
“Oh?” Seungmin is the one to laugh now, disbelief washing over him. “You care about what’s proper now?” Jeongin is about to retort but Seungmin is quick to cut him off, not sparing him the opportunity to retaliate. “Listen, I don’t care about your possessive stunts. You agree or not, not my problem. I’m meeting with Hyunjin tomorrow, I’ll go see yn then. They share a class, did you know that?”
Well, no. It didn’t matter either way, Hyunjin never goes to class. Once a blue moon whenever he feels like it.
The call ends. Jeongin scoffs, skull throbbing with an impending headache. Do they have to do this? Everytime?
He falls back, staring at the ceiling — pupils drifting to his phone in hand. Should he call you? But you just left, it’ll seem needy. It’ll seem like more than it actually is. If he could count his sighs, he’d be in mathematics instead.
What can he do?
—
You smile. You don’t mean to — but you do. Grinning like an idiot at your opened locker for the past minute, hand hovering on your photobook. You stare. Stare and giggle. Have you ever been this lucky? Like—
“Are you crazy?”
“Eh–!” your soul escapes for a fragment of a second, slamming your locker shut at the sudden disturbance. Eyes gaping to meet a familiar face. Seungmin. “What the fuck, what's your probl—” he raises a brow, immediately catching your slip, you smile. Tightly, “–eeem, what brings you here? Kim Seungmin…”
Seungmin scoffs, a grimace forming on his face, poorly hiding his amusement. “You.”
“Me?” Stunned would be an understatement. You had expected a snap back from him, maybe shrugging you off at the mere thought. But you?
“Don't feed your sick fantasies. I’m here business related,” he sighs, flicking your forehead. Cliché. If you knew better you'd think he stole that from a romance drama. “Come on, let's go.”
“Go where–?” you try, but he grabs you before your sentence gets the chance to voice out, the first few steps clumsy and awkward till you find a common pace. Still, his fingers wrap around your wrist, guiding you towards him. His hand is warm, kind of rough on the surface. But undeniably softer than Jeongin’s. You can’t help but notice the lotion of his hand cream, eyes fixing the contact then ahead — the back of his head — falling into a brief silence, except for your steps and the heavy commotion of students around.
This got to be another of his errands. How cruel, you aren’t allowed to go to class anymore. You think — but then he abruptly stops. Not literally, only slowing his steps so that he matches your pace instead. Slow enough to call it stopping. “Hey,” he says, although your attention is already on him. He nips on his lip, you’d claim he looks perplexed right now. “There’s a party this Friday. You’re coming.”
“I’m coming?”
No. No. Run that back.
He didn’t say, are you coming? He didn’t even say, you coming?
Just, you coming. As in… “An assertion?”
“Yes. Definitive, no argument.” he replies, nodding.
“Me– like, at a party? Fraternity party?”
“Yes, you at a frat party. Our party–”
“Okay.”
“Huh?” he retorts, head tilting. He squints, “Okay? Just okay?”
You hum, shrugging. “I mean, what did you want me to say?”
To freak out. To reject. To rejoice, maybe. There’s many things he wanted you to say, and many things he imagined you saying on his way here. Okay wasn’t anticipated though. Fuck that, he didn’t envisage all the possibilities. Amateur move, Kim Seungmin.
“Oh, my class is here. I’ll go then,” you point out, your stroll had somehow brought you to your initial destination. Somehow, but also somehow, he happens to step inside with you. “What are you doing… Are you following me? That’s kind of freakish–”
His chest puffs in total disbelief that you could come to such a foolish conclusion, glancing at his surroundings. “Yah, full of yourself, aren’t you?” he sneers, pushing you aside at the doorway. However, he doesn’t walk past, choosing to stay here mushed against you. Blocking the pathway. Squeezing your shoulders in defense at his sudden rudeness. He’s always rude though. “I’m not here for you.”
“You said otherwise earlier–” your mouth speaks before your brain thinks, lashes battling at the realisation. Lips tucked into an awkward line, you glance at him. Practically seeing the fumes of his hurt ego flying out of his ears in huge smokes. “Sorry. It came out as wrong–”
“You’re seriously trying to piss me off,” You fuck once and now you act all mighty. He can’t believe this shit. He backs up, giving you the impression of personal space for a first. Alas, he’s as quick to close that distance, backing you up against the edge of the entrance. Your vision runs to the nearby students, the crowd who blatantly ignore what’s happening. You can’t tell if you’re thankful or hateful towards their response. His cologne hits you, then the tint in his eyes. As if he’s wondering what to do with you, that he couldn’t decide yet and needs time to think about it. You’re in public, what is he doing– “You…” he mutters, voice dropping with his gaze, “You get on my nerves, s’much. Why do you–”
“Ahem, what’s going on here?” someone speaks over your shoulder. Not someone you recognise, but almost like you heard it somewhere. It’s on the tip of your tongue. “Kim Seungmin-ssi, is this the correct behaviour for a lecture room?”
Seungmin rolls his eyes, stepping away for scarcely two inches. “Piss off, have you got nothing to do than play rules and regulations cop on campus?” They hover on either side of you, caging you inside with no prior care of your existence. You’re invisible, completely-utterly-transparent. “Last thing I knew, Visual Arts wasn’t part of your major? Focus on maths, yeah?”
Maths? Mathematics? Who in their right mind… oh.
You peek over your shoulder, catching a brief glance at the person standing behind you. He’s broad, that’d be an understatement. You’ve only seen him from afar before, dark hair falling right above his eyes. Your vision meets. Lingering for a second, scanning you, a spark of a smile flashes on his face. You tense up. He lifts his attention back to Seungmin, “Must you be so harsh? I walked Hyunjin off to his class, what’s so wrong in accompanying a friend.”
Their conversation falls to deaf ears, your sole focus is on escaping whatever this is. Their beef or clash, no matter what they call it. “What’s gotten you this heated?” The guy questions, tone sarcastic. You couldn’t careless, carefully trying to step aside, however, rough fingers find your shoulder. Glueing your steps to the ground. He tuts, keeping you in place. “Where are you going? You’re as guilty of misbehaviour in class, I should bring you to the office.”
“What? No–!” you begin, shoulder squirming out of his grasp. You’re a victim here!
Quickly facing Seungmin for help, which he fails to aid. Aren’t they in the same frathouse — what the fuck is this weird tension, shouldn’t it be — are they messing with you?
“Changbinnie,” another one. This is hell, you died in your senior year of high school and you’re in hell. Changbin is pushed from behind, colliding into your back. Feeling every definition of muscle through his shirt. Ouh shit. Ok no. Not the moment. The collision creates a domino effect, throwing you onto Seungmin’s chest. Your fingers trail past his chest, the bump of his abs flexing underneath your fingertips, eyes squeezing shut, this couldn’t get any more cringe. Wincing at the unfortunate situation. You exhale into Seungmin, lashes fluttering open to focus your eyesight. Finding the culprit of the fall, your mouth dries.
Hwang Hyunjin who never goes to class.
Has gone to class.
—
One hour left, one hour of this torment left.
Not to get you wrong, you love your major and classes. Nails clicking against the keys of your keyboard with utmost satisfaction, the lesson of your professor, something you’d enjoy on a regular day. If it wasn’t for the intense stares punching holes at your back. You’d seriously be enjoying this class.
Each time you happen to look to your side, you find leering eyes fixed upon you. You swallow, perhaps you’re imagining it. But then, he’d look at you too. Hyunjin, who never ever interacted with you beforehand, keeps smiling and blinking at you as if you were lifelong friends. Your imagination has been top notch lately, you’ve got to admit it. Though, the realness of the situation hit you as early as the class ended, and a girl accidentally bumped into you. Splattering her coffee everywhere on your shirt. She apologised, which you understood. However, she proceeded to give you the nastiest eye before walking over to Hyunjin, letting him throw an arm onto her shoulders.
Leaving you with a wet and sticky shirt for the rest of the day. The bubbling urge to find and curse off the two of them (and Seungmin, Changbin included for scaring you) tipped you for a hot thirty minutes after the incident, sucking in on your teeth in sulking grumbles on the way back to your dorm. To wipe that grin off his dirty handsome face.
Though, a strange sense of fulfillment suits you as you swipe your student ID in, finally releasing a much needed breath. You replay your day, it was bad. Yeah. But definitely not your worst day. If anything…
“I got invited to a party!!” you exclaim, kicking the door shut. Throwing your bag onto the couch, arms flailing in the air. You’ve been dying to do that, except that Seungmin was there, can not be caught rejoicing like this. Especially by him, that would’ve for sure fed his jock pride.
This is the widest you’ve smiled since yesterday, sensing your social status boosting despite your ultimate goal of keeping it on the low. It completely fades from your mind. Pathetic, but attending a college party has been on the top of your to-do list ever since you started. Right under losing your virginity. In one week, strike, two boxes ticked. Not yet, but soon. Soon enough.
You jolt to your bedroom, yanking the closet open. It must be there, crouching to the bottom, you rummage through the pile of clothing. “Where…” muttering under your breath, the tip of your fingers finally reaching it. A paper bag, pulling it out, the content falls onto your mattress. “Which one,” there’s two dresses that you have never worn before. Having brought them for these types of special occasions, they’ve been catching dust within your closet. Smoothing the fabric with your palms, you gape. Which…
An abrupt vibration in your pocket knocks you out. You can’t allow yourself to be surprised anymore, phone calls have been your routines lately. Reading the contact info, Yang Jeongin, you swipe the screen. “Hello.”
There’s a momentarily silence, a breath taken and a shuffle. “Hi–?”
“Sup,” he thuds his head against his bedroom’s wall, grimacing at the slight sting.
Sup. Yeah, yeah, okay. “I’m good, why’d you call?” there’s a subtle groan on the other side, you assume he’s trying to get comfortable — but the sound… It's so similar to last time. Your ears warm, slapping your cheek to snap out of it. He chuckles, almost innocently.
“Are you in a battle? What’s with the strange noises?”
“No…” you reply, biting on your nail.
He hums, pausing. “Actually, I–” What’s with him? Acting like that is out of character. Jeongin, snap out of it!
“Did Seungmin ask you?”
“About?” you ask, “Oh, you mean the party. He did, why?”
“You sound happy about it,” he mentions, arising confusion in your throat. You hadn’t even noticed your voice picking up or anything, how’d he tell? “I mean— you’re easy to read.”
“Hey,” you tsk, does audacity come along with being famous? You won’t end like them, trust.
If you become famous.
Maybe. Unlikely.
“What are you going to wear?” The question hits both of you at the same time. Impeccable timing, you’d say. A mistake of a question, he’d say. Seeming too curious for his own good.
“Wooh, Yang Jeongin, do you actually have a sixth sense?” You’re in awe, your scenarios were likely right. They can read your mind. Wait– no! That’d be awful. No, no mind reading. Begone!
“I have, uhm. Two choices, I haven’t decided yet.”
“Send them to me.”
A beat passes. A fly gets brutally slapped dead by your fan.
“Why…?”
Why? Ah, he didn’t think this far. Seriously, is he looking too deep into this?
“I’ll help you choose. Don’t you… want the help of a party connoisseur?”
You shiver. What’s with the tone, is he possessed?
“Sure, I’ll hang up and send you–”
“Can’t we just– video call?” You’re on the verge of replying, but he shuts the idea down, his laughter rising through the phone. “Kidding, I don’t have time for this. I really don’t have time for this, I got practice and stuff to go to.”
“But it’s past eight–”
“Are you assuming that I should be in bed by eight?” He’s in fact, in bed, at eight. “I’m grown, the hell.”
“I didn’t say anything,” you mumble, forehead creasing at his sheepish rambles. “I’m hanging up.”
“Hang up then,” he mumbles back, however the beep screams at your ears before you find the opportunity to end the call.
He hung up. “How strange…” facing the ceiling, you suck on your teeth. “Are they doing drugs out there?” Most likely, what else to expect from those people.
—
He ended up calling you again, getting on video call at last, not as busy as he tried to perceive as. “They texted last minute, practice was cancelled.”
As if you’d believe that, though you choose to give him the benefit of the doubt. Now, you’re stuck playing dress-up-doll with Jeongin, telling you to turn around for the fifth time this evening. “How long do I have to keep doing this,” you complain, the bottom of your feet aching to sit on your much comforting bed.
“A little more,” he replies, voice low, it unfortunately rumbles in the pit of your stomach. You’ve been growing shy for the past minutes. He stares intently, awakening the nerves in your body. You wish he’d stop already and let you ‘sleep’. Today was tiring enough, you have a routine. You’d like to complete that routine. A warm familiar haziness spreads through your legs, you absolutely need to do it now. Addiction, but it's your addiction and he’s being an obstruction.
“Please, I wan’ sleep.” You whine unintentionally, impatience bubbling your throat. “Jeongin.”
You see him visibly swallow, eyes snapping to his own reflection briefly then back to you, nodding. “The second dress is better, wear that one.”
The statement breaks your train of thoughts, skeptical, rucking at the skirt of the dress. “Is that so? I thought this one was kinda ugly… I preferred the other.”
It’s modest compared to the other option, awkwardly falling off your body, the sleeves sticking to your arms. However, he tuts, shutting up the thought. “Trust me, yeah? Don’t want you to look ugly there, noona.”
Still. “Are you sure…?”
“Hundred percent.”
You hum, pondering on the dress laying flat on your mattress. If he says so. “All right then… I’ll go to sleep now.”
He blinks, looking at the time. He makes a face, one that hints that he wants to say something, though chooses not to. Humming back at you. “M’kay, bye.”
You wait a few seconds, giving him the opportunity to say whatever he wants to. He doesn’t grasp it, finally getting to hang up.
Putting your phone aside, a notification catches your attention. Spreading a smile on your face.
Jeongin:
night, sleep well
—
You’re going nuts.
The party starts at nine p.m.
Three p.m. you decided to take a power nap. Sounds corny, but reddit told you to do it. Yes, you searched for how to prepare for your first party…
How could you trust redditors for anything related to real life!
Six p.m. you woke up. Had one hour for an entire body shower(the hardcore kind), shave, wash your hair, oil up. Not literally.
Seven p.m. you started ironing your clothes while simultaneously doing your makeup, seven forty you had to do your hair. Everything was a mess.
Eight p.m. you ran into your roommate while searching for the purse you aimlessly discarded on the couch somewhere. Two past eight, she asked you, “Where are you going–?” with evident surprise in her eyes that you’re going somewhere. Dressed like that.
“A party–”
She flinched at the word party leaving your mouth, unable to associate the two entirely unrelated topics together. You and party.
Her pupils raked over you, taking in your distress. “Do you… need help?”
Lately, you’ve been wanting to kiss her so bad. Nodding furiously, “Yes!”
In thirty minutes, she managed to do whatever you were hopelessly trying to do for the past hours. Maybe she’s not as evil as you thought, perhaps she’s been turning into an angel through your manifestations and behind-the-doors chakra healing guidance.
“I was about to head out, but like.” she sighs, smoothing your shoulders. Staring at you from the mirror, “You’re a pretty lost cause…”
No, she’s demonic. You withdraw your words.
“Are you going to that frat party? The stray kids one,” she asks, and you peek at her, nodding. “It was weird when they came over last time. Have fun, but be careful okay? There’s rumors about them, heard they’re dickheads underneath the glam.”
Honestly, you knew about this. It’s pretty obvious, anyone with a working brain would be able to correlate college guys and a fraternity to be assholes. “It’s okay, don’t worry about me.” You’re aware, however, that’s what you desire. Nobody could clutch your claws off this opportunity except yourself.
“Hmm, I’ll get going then.” she says, grabbing her keys. Looking at you again, “Oh uhm, also— what’s with the…” she starts, peering at your attire before shaking her head. “Forget it. I suppose a pretty face could fix that…”
“What?” you call back, not hearing the last few words. She doesn’t reply, only escaping through the door, leaving you in confusion.
—
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Blunt. Sharp. And very rude. Extremely rude, even coming from him.
You’re pulled to the side, shielding you and the perpetrator of ruining your mood from the outside world. The barringly loud, outside world. “Are you trying to embarrass me?”
Your mouth opens, closes then opens back up. You don’t mean to sound childish, but, “That’s mean.”
Seungmin slowly tilts his head back, fingers rubbing smooth lines on his neck. Opting for a deep inhale, “This is a party, why are you– what is this? Are we going to church?”
He’s not holding you too roughly, but it still hurts. Probably his tone, you don’t like it. You kind of do, but you hate it more than you like it. Oh, fuck him actually.
Eleven past nine, you pushed Seungmin away. You pushed Kim Seungmin away. Ignoring his shouts of your name, making it into the crowd because you refuse to go home, and you refuse to let anyone ruin this for you. It escalated so fast, you barely recall how you ended up tipsy at the bar, alone. Trying out different cheap mixtures of alcoholic punches found on the table.
You aren’t drunk, just enough to lower your inhibitors and not feel like a total outcast on your own. You can tell some people are shooting you weird looks, gazing at your attire in quiet whispers. Fuck if it mattered, they are back to their initial actions a minute later.
You might hate Seungmin for this. How could he— when he’s the one who…–
He fills your mind though, relentlessly hearing him despite his absence. He couldn’t bother to at least notice your efforts, one flaw and he’s mad. There’s nothing wrong with your dress. Except for its length, the white colour, the long sleeve… Maybe not for a party, you admit. No reason to be this rude about it, he’s mean. “Mean…” you cross your arms over the counter, watching the lights bounce off the silky white sleeves. This is not fun at all. You chew on your lips, wearing an absent pout, “Just one more.”
“Should you be drinking that much?” a voice drifts from the left, a guy pulling the stool next to you to hop on.
“I can handle it, mind your own busin–” you reply, though, you shut up as you take in his appearance. It’s the guy you bumped into at Seungmin’s dorm the other day.
“Hm, then, let me pour you one? If you can handle it,” he smiles, sweet and kind. Wow, are they really roommates? Is this a yin and yang situation, opposites create chemistry type of shit?
“I suppose that we know each other? Just one encounter tho, you were in a hurry that day.”
“Oh, that…” you mumble, rubbing your palm across your forehead. Swearing when you remember you’re wearing makeup, quickly snatching your hand off your skin. “I’m sorry about that day– I should’ve been careful.”
“No worries, I don’t take things to heart.”
You wish others would take notes. “What’s your name? I’m Felix, you know that though. Right?”
“I do–” you tell him your name, your major and a bunch of unnecessary information. Never the necessary ones, fortunately, the state that you’re in doesn’t matter — locking your secret is wired in your brain. He’s unsurprisingly talented at small talk, showing interest in whatever nonsense you’re spurring at him. You’re certain that you’re making a fool of yourself as you speak, he laughs. Voice deep, but his cackles are lighthearted, it’s making your head lighter. Almost forgetting about your conflict with Seungmin.
“You’re cute,” he eases out, laying his head onto his knuckles, the other brushing your cheek. Hell, when did he start touching you–? You’re unsure. Shit, you’re drunker than you assumed. Flushing underneath the contact, you fight to open your eyes, him shifting towards you does the job. “Funny too. Who comes to a party dressed for a picnic,” he chuckles, staring right at your dazed gaze.
“Yongbok?”
Felix looks upright, his smile widening into a huff. “Changbin,” his lips part, you find yourself staring at his teeth.
“You got cute canines,” you slur, completely out of it. “Funny? Me? Thank you… you acquire this skill from being a loser, like… Not calling myself a loser tho— that’s, that’s lame. Do you find it lame? But you know what’s lamer–” you hiccup, pointing your finger up to make a declaration. “Kim Seungmin!”
Yn. Stop.
Felix interchanges a glance with Changbin, “Record this, quick.” Amused sounds rumbling out of them as Changbin presses record.
“Kim Seungmin. He brings out anger I didn’t know I had… I hate him so much, well—” your head bobs back, the two of them gaping at you, “I don’t… low-key… he makes me so, horny. He’s so freaking hot, I want to pounce on him whenever he gets angry. Shiiit, yall seeing blurry too?” Your forehead drops, banging with the counter, wincing in pain.
“Send it to the group chat, this is priceless–”
“No need,” Changbin’s phone is snatched. “I’ve already seen it,” Seungmin speaks over, a grimace written on his face. He deletes the video from Changbin’s gallery, earning a low whistle from the guy. Felix can’t hide his curious holler, smirk permanent on his expression. Tossing Changbin’s phone at him, he reaches for you, which Felix halts him.
“But, I was having fun with her?”
The twitch in Seungmin’s jaw shows enough, returning the sarcastic tone. “Too bad, she’s mine tonight.”
Felix shrugs, surrendering for now. Allowing Seungmin to push you over his shoulder, awake enough to grumble at the suddenness of the action. He’s surprised to hear nothing from Changbin, staying oblivious to his presence on purpose. He’s not up to any of this bullshit, his mistake for letting you leave earlier. Should’ve chained you up to him, no matter how upset you were.
“Hmm, those shoulders–” you mumble, jerking your head back into his neck. He shudders, what on earth. “Seungmin?”
“You recognise me by my shoulders, weirdo.” He replies, softer now. Not carrying the animosity of before, he seemed to have calmed down.
“You’re a bully, what’s worse. A weirdo or a bully?”
He rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “You must really be drunk to talk to me like this…”
“No, I talk to you like this all the time. In my head–”
“Shut up, you’re heavy. You talking adds to your weight,” he grunts, climbing the stairs. You pucker your lips, frown creasing.
“I am?”
He thinks about it. He can’t believe that he’s thinking about it, the words hardly rumbling out of his throat. “No, I’m lying.”
“I heard that,” you giggle, clinging to him, missing a stair.
“Focus, we’re both gonna fall–”
“I’m focused,” you’re quick to say, eyes wide now. Fixing him. He gives you a side eye, muttering about how creepy you’re acting. “On you.”
He snorts now, a sense of triumph washing over you for succeeding at pulling a laugh out of him. “Quit that, timidity suits you better. Like a scaredy cat, or a kicked puppy.”
Your answer dies with the echoing music, landing upstairs. He opens a bedroom door, checking inside before urging you to follow. The sight of the room earns heavy blinking from you. Is this the genre of room people hook up in at those famous parties?
“Come here,” he instructs, guiding you to sit on the bed. “You’re all drunk, you probably won’t remember this.” he says under his breath, kneeling down, brushing your skirt up your legs. He sighs, palm sliding across your leg to your ankle. “Easy,” he says, noticing the tension in your muscles. His fingers move, unclasping your shoes with uncharacteristic tenderness. Eyes occasionally meeting your face, engraving your expression to memory.
Fuck, fuck, hell, what the hell, shit, what. God no, this is turning you on. Stop, stop.
Both your heels are gone, he soothes your aching legs. You breathe heavy, the kindness doing things to your brain. Sobering up, your eyes close, feeling every glimpse of patience in which he’s touching you. Caressing is the proper word.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, on his knees before you. You gulp, the sincerity in his voice causing a shakiness in your hands. His attention darts to your fingers curling into the sheets. He grasps your wrist, bringing your palm to his cheek, leaning into the touch. “I can be nice too. Is that what you’d like? Or, do you prefer when I’m mean. It makes you horny?”
He’s teasing you. You should be used to it, but it renders you unbearably hot. You shake your head, denying his insights. He grins, sickeningly sweet with a mocking undertone. Standing up, he pockets your phone out of your purse. “I’ll be right here, call me if anything happens. Rest up–” he proposes, however, you hold onto his shirt before he gets the opportunity to disappear. The alcohol might’ve evaporated out of your body, his attitude enough to shake you up. Spooky, you want more.
You want, “You. I want you–”
“You’re drunk–” when did he care about someone being drunk? Countless of drunk hookups, but your consent is the first thing that flew to his mind.
“I’m fine, I am sober. Please, Seungmin?”
He curses, faltering on his steps. Hesitant between you and the door, your plea looping in his head. “Get a grip, Seungmin.” he breathes out, pausing before you as your fingers tighten around his shirt, subtly pushing him towards you. “You–” God, self control has never been his strongest virtue.
“Please?”
Then, his lips are on you faster than you’re able to process. Sweet, he also tastes of alcohol. He must’ve had a drink or two, you want more of it. Drowning in the haziness he induces you with. “You taste of everything, had fun playing tester?” he says, the motion of lips smacking muffling his question. Not like he was expecting an answer. He’s hungry, hungry to receive all of you. Swallowing each of the noises you whimper out, allowing the tiniest gap for you to breathe in and out. His mouth glides to the lining of your jaw; trailing searing, open-mouth, kisses to your neck.
“Hmm,” you moan out at the feel of his teeth nipping at your skin, arms wrapping around his body for any form of support and restraint, for yourself. He bites down, you yelp, thighs closing from need.
Your phone vibrates, though you pay no mind, thoughts elsewhere entirely. He does, peeking at the screen to find Jeongin’s contact. Seungmin shuts the device up, grabbing his to turn on ‘do not disturb’, he has you all for himself. No way he’d give up on this opportunity. Your whine at the loss of contact gathers his attention, palms digging into the loose fabric of the dress. Suddenly, it makes sense. Brain picking up the clues, his shoulders rigid. “Who picked that dress?”
“Eh?” you ponder on his question, searching for your inhibitions to answer. “Oh, Jeongin–”
He laughs, dryly. “No wonder. Of course he did,” he should probably thank Jeongin for this, as much as he would’ve preferred that you look pretty tonight. This gave him the chance to get you alone. “Next time, ask me instead.” he expresses, however, his vision falters on your face, just now noticing the efforts you’ve put in for tonight. Pretty. Pretty? You’re pretty as hell— why didn’t he realise?
“Hey,” you poke at him, catching his attention. “Eat me out.”
He lets a beat past, processing. “You’re bolder, are you still drunk?”
You shake your head, cradling his face. “I just… really want you to.”
“You’re getting me hard, acting like that.” he rasps, your eyes drifting to his pants in conclusion.
“Oh…” you slur, almost pathetic in how endearingly you stare at his bulge. Your panties stick to your cunt, slick fluids drenching it. This is the hornier you’ve ever been, he grabs the hint, rucking your skirt the entire way up to your stomach.
“Stupid dress,” he mutters, the fabric getting in his way. You giggle, he shoots you a look but it does nothing at intimidating you. Not when he’s being so nice. And cute. Nice and cute. Spreading your knees apart, he nestles in, being met head on with your aching pussy. “Have you been this wet since earlier?” he comments, biting his cheek in contemplation. Your stomach jumps at the question, answering him. His lips are tender, planting kisses to the junction of your thigh. You gasp, responsive like no one else, urging him to try and coax more out of you.
“Hurry, no teasing– need it now,” you egg on, hand flying to the edge of your panties, hardly inching underneath the cotton.
He listens, to your shock. Raising your legs to tug the panties off. Your hand rests on your pelvis, which he grabs, pushing your fingers into his mouth. “I–”
He sucks on them, loud and wet slurps. “Touch yourself, needy girl.” he commands, watching you comply with whatever he says. Wet fingers spreading yourself for him, putting on a show at traveling to your sobbing hole. He observes till he can’t anymore, jolting awake as his mouth makes contact with your cunt. Punching a keen sound from your agape lips. He moans into you, wrapping his lips onto your clit, sucking onto the bud with much eagerness. “This is how you wanted it?” he slurs, not hearing shit of what he’s blabbering about, getting overdriven by pleasure the second he laps downwards to your hole. Tongue flat and burning, wet with saliva that he shamelessly spits at your lips — only to drink it back from you in nasty, disgusting, gulps.
He grumbles into you, the motion blowing at your clit, tongue twisting into slow circles. Feels so good, to him almost. Erection grazing the edge of the bed, he groans. Voice cracking, he grabs both of your thighs, lifting them upwards so that you’re bending for him. Has pussy ever tasted this good. Giving isn’t something he usually does, it could grow onto him if every girl were you.
Wait, what.
Scratch that, he’ll dwell over these thoughts later. Drooling all over your lips, his tongue pokes at your entrance. Catching the sensation of your tight walls around him, his cock twitches. Your hips jerk upwards as he slides inside, shit he might as well be whimpering. You’re too fucked out to notice, blissed to the heavens and back. Someone could get shot and you wouldn’t realise. Eyelids squeezed shut, your legs shake, joints tightening around anything they can snatch.
The door opens, no knocking or anything. Just Hyunjin, a few girls in hand. As ravenous as he is, he enters the room lost in conversation until his eyes land on the two of you. He makes a surprised noise, the elated kind. You squeal, instantly dragging your skirt over Seungmin’s head, much to his temper.
“Are you guys playing prince and princess? What is she wearing–” then, he searches for your face, eyebrows kicking upwards. “Oh! You’re the girl from class.”
You shake your head violently, hoping to deny when a finger breaches you, tuning your voice into a moan. “Seungmin– Ah! Stop–”
“Tell him to get out,” he replies bluntly, showing no signs of stopping. If anything, he adds a second, curling them just right. You twist in shame, the humiliation burning at your skin. Hyunjin’s mouth forms an ‘O’, nodding with a growing smirk. You’re a hundred percent sure that he can still see what’s happening, grabbing onto a pillow, you slap it on your face. Coward puppy it is. Seungmin looks over, brushing the skirt off him with mild annoyance. Though, he makes a pitiful attempt at shielding you, shoulders hiding what you want to keep hidden.
“Stop peering, you’re being a creep.” Seungmin tells Hyunjin, not bothering to wipe his soaked mouth. “Move on to another room, this one is occupied.”
“Is she that good?” Hyunjin asks, brazen. He doesn’t give a fuck, or two, or even three. “You’ve been sticking for a while, I heard.”
Seungmin cocks his head to the side, squinting at the ceiling in fake ponder. “I think, that you should stop sticking your nose in other’s business. I heard you had trouble doing that,” His vision points to the girls on Hyunjin’s side, nothing but indifference in his eyes. “You seem busy, focus on what you have at hand. Since both are filled.”
“Ah, I see.” Hyunjin’s tongue pokes at his lips, shrugging. “That’s new coming from you, but if you insist.” He trails to the door, steps lazy. “I’d say. I’m the greedy type though.”
Seungmin eyes squint, scoffing into you, irritation overriding him once again. His fingers rub over you, pumping inside. He clicks his tongue, landing a light slap to your clit. “You got wetter, is getting interrupted that appealing to you?” He should’ve known better, especially after that little character background of yours. “What’s the point of acting embarrassed,” it’s an annoyed mumble, his thrusts turning meaner. He’d give you a scolding, but what’s his position to? It’ll only look desperate, he can’t afford that. Instead, he sucks onto your clit. Hard. Drawing out muffled, high pitched strangles. Ripping the pillow off you, the music downstairs is loud. You can be louder, showing everyone who has you yelping like this.
“Close?” He notes, the squelches of your cunt getting sharper, thighs begging to clasp around his head. You nod, feverish. He comes down again, adding a third finger as he latches at your clit, cutting the thread. You convulse, crying out in harsh body jolts. Expected, that at least eases him the slightest. Finally, understanding his younger friend a bit. Everybody pisses him off lately. He’d claim to be close to Hyunjin, but right now he wants to punch the shit out of him. Doesn’t matter, it’ll rub off after a few days. He hopes. “Now,” he climbs upwards, planting a kiss on your lips. Undoing his belt, “I’m hella worked up right now, fix it.”
—
“What if– what if he tells people!? Rumors fly, you know–”
“For the fifth time,” Seungmin goes on, groggy with sleep and a headache. It’s seven in the morning on a Monday,” he shouldn’t have picked up your call. “Who cares? Let him, so what.”
“What do you mean!!” If he could see your current state, maybe then he’d realise the gravity of the situation. “My reputation, it’ll be ruined.”
“What reputation..?” he starts but stops himself, remembering the last incident of him being too rude. “Okay, listen. Yn,” he states, you make a pathetic sound that curls at his chest. Nevertheless, his words are quick to slice at this feeling, “Do you know how many girls come and go here? Nobody gives a shit about who you are, they don’t care about that. It’s not that serious.”
Your coffee machine pings, it resonates. “Ah,” you inhale, blinking at the seeping liquid. “You’re right.” Flat, his reasoning stings. Not by a lot, just a little. Disappointment? You can’t decipher yet.
“Stop stressing over it, kay?” He’s done, waiting for your approval before going on with his day. There’s a silence that threads through. Are you zoning out?
Something else?
“Ow–”
“What happened–?” he asks, involuntary worry settling in.
“Nothing crazy,” you reply, “I burned my tongue with hot coffee.”
He exhales, loudly and obviously. Feeling stupid for inquiring over something this small.
“Be careful next time,” he grumbles, it doesn’t sound as concerning as it reprimands. Nothing else before hanging up, you scrunch your nose, sniffing in the beginning of a cold.
Cold, he’s been cold the entire weekend. Not like you had expectations, he just didn’t talk much after what happened. “It’s good,” you monologue. “That’s what hooking up culture is, be proud.” Exactly, stand proud. That’s what you desired for so long. You’re confident that you won’t see Hyunjin again either way, a whole semester in and this was the first time you met. So, nothing to worry about.
—
“Hello, yn-ah.”
You knew this would happen, having learned to anticipate those by now. Sixth sense top notch, you’re ready to become the next Spiderwoman. Ugh, too far. The thought sends a shiver of cringe throughout your body. Maybe in another story. In this one, the narrative decided that Hwang Hyunjin would sit next to you during this whole four hour lesson. And that this certain Hwang Hyunjin would nudge at and annoy you the whole four hour lesson, yes, emphasis on the four hour duration.
“Did you have fun Friday?”
“Surely…” you reply regardless, they still scare the shit out of you. Honestly, he’s up all in your face, it’s getting to you. Focusing is out of the frame, nothing that the lecturer said registered in your brain. It’s just Hwang Hyunjin. Hyunjin stealing your pens. Hyunjin trying to type on your laptop. You found that he’s actually stupid, or he appears to be. Who knows. You’re terrified the same way you’re annoyed. Like– it aligns, he must be trying to scare you… Exactly, this is it.
Seungmin was wrong, Hyunjin cares and he’s going to ruin your year. Your career, your degree, everything. You heard the whole campus worships him. You’re done for, he’ll threaten you soon. Saying — “Give me a chance.”
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A/N: oh my goodness guess who's back🥹 me! I am OBSESSED with skz so.. heres a lil smth
Pairing(s?): Jealous!younger!Yang Jeongin x F!older!reader
Includes: Fluff, smut, a little angst if you squint.
Warnings: Manhandling, spanking, fingering, p in v, teasing, dirty talk(lowk gets intense), nicknames, porn w/ little plot
You were a choreographer, helping out the team for Straykids at the time. Yang Jeongin was as smitten as a kitten with you during early debut days, he smiled at you brightly, he laughed a little louder at your jokes. The members, especially Chan knew he had a crush on you, but you never indulged because of the age difference. It always upset Jeongin whenever you'd flirt or be a bit too nice with the other choreographer.
After some time of being a co-choreographer, your contract with JYPE had expired, and another entertainment had signed you. For years you choreographed many popular songs, like Drama by AESPA, Jellyous by ILLIT, and more. And just recently, you were re-assigned to Straykids. You'd be lying if you said you werent excited to reunite with the boys.
When the time finally came, you could tell they didnt know you were coming back. They cheered, got excited and so happy. Chan welcomed you back with a big hug, nice and warm. You greeted all the members as how you would normally, until you got to Jeongin. You patted his head gently, and then ruffled his hair. "Hey! So good to see you again" You coo, treating him as if he was still a young man. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking at you confused. He opens his arm for a hug, but you just brush him off, calling him cute.
The entire practice consisted of him trying to show you he's 25, not 17 anymore. But you seemed to be in denial almost, brushing everything off. It stayed like that for a few days, and everyday he noticed you and Bangchan getting closer. He didnt like that. His jaw would clench, teeth gritting as he'd watch Chan and you joke around. Felix would try and lift his mood, but nothing worked. Everyone except you and Chan felt the tension in the air, and when you finally did, it was awkward.
A few more days pass when one practice, Jeongin had stayed behind during lunch, watching you like a predator. You felt the tension, the emotions rising. It was silent the first few minutes, until he spoke. "y/n. come here." He said from the couch, beckoning you over with two fingers. You pause, looking at him through the mirror. "Why?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. "I said, come here." He doubles down, and you swear you could feel something shift inside you. You carefully make your way over, until you're standing infront of him. "What is it?" You ask, and he says nothing, standing up to meet your gaze. "You've been treating me like I'm some child." He says flatly, and you freeze, not sure of what to say. "I'm a man, y/n." He says, leaning in a little closer. "I know that, Jeongin" You say, not being able to look at him. "Then why wont you treat me like one?" He asks, and the room goes silent, the air filled with something you can quite put your finger on.
After a moment passes of silence, he grabs your hips, pulling you flush against his body. You can feel his broad chest and tones body through the clothing, it sends a shiver down your spine. He leans down, lips brushing your earlobe. "I asked you a question." He breathes, the air hot on the back of your neck. You take in a sharp breath, opening your mouth to speak, to excuse it, to sugarcoat the situation. "I'm sorry.." is all you manage to mutter, attention hyperfocused on the way his hands grip your hips harder ever so slightly.
"Yeah, you'll be sorry." He says, before sitting back down on the couch and pulling you onto his lap. He leans in close, giving you every chance to pull away. But you dont, so he kisses you, rough. Theres not an ounce of gentle, his hand roam your body, squeezing your ass and waist, making you whimper into the kiss. He lands a slap to your ass, making you let out a yelp, pulling away from the kiss in shock, but his lips chase yours, shutting you up.
He rolls his hips up, making you feel his clothed erection. You grind your hips down, matching his pace. Before anything can happen, he moves to have you lay face down, ass up on the couch. He looms over you, hands on your ass as he leans forward. "You gonna let me show you how much I've grown?" He asks, and you nod, letting out a whine when he slaps your ass again, grinding his hips into yours while doing so. He does that a few times, slapping, then soothing.
He hooks two fingers on the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging them down, your panties following. "Fuck, look at that" He says in a low voice, running a finger through your slick folds. You moan, moving your hips back, desperate for more friction. His free hand grabs your hips again, stopping you from moving. You let out a whine of protest, and he rubs your clit with pressure, shutting you up. He goes back to teasing your slit, his finger prodding at your entrance but never slipping through, it drives you insane. "Ya, Yang Jeongin, just fuck me already" You complain, cunt clenching around nothing.
He smirks, letting out a chuckle. "Why should I? You havent been very nice" He says, going back to your clit. You stutter, letting out a moan. "Fuck, I'm sorry, okay? Please just, just fuck me please" you beg, cheeks going red with embarrassment at begging a man younger than you. "Yeah? You're sorry?" He asks, finally slipping a finger inside, pumping agonizingly slow. You squirm, wanting more. "Jeongin.. please" you whimper, and he smiles. "Fine.. fine.." he mutters, adding a second finger, pumping faster. You moan, moving your hips back the second he lets go of them. You feel him adjust himself, moving to a better angle. He removes his fingers, and before you can protest, you feel the tip of his cock nudging your entrance.
You gasp, eyes widening. You quickly melt into it, letting out a moan while biting your lip. "Yeah? You want this cock?" He asks, voice gravelly. You nod desperately, and you hear him let out a laugh, before he finally slides it in, fully in the first thrust. You let out a moan of pleasure mixed with pain, but soon the pain just adds onto the pleasure, turning into pure pleasure. "So god damn tight." He grunts, beginning to move. Your hands grip the couch, holding on for dear life as he picks up the pace. You feel him inside, his tip nudging your cervix and his shaft rubbing against your snug walls.
"Jeongin, ah.. I'm close" You warn, letting out whimpers and whines as he goes faster. "Yeah? You gonna cum baby?" He asks, breathing heavy as he keeps going. You nod, babbling incoherently. "You wanna cum on this big cock? Hmm?" He adds on, and you whine, nails digging in the couch. "Yes.. yes, yes fuck yes!!" You moan out, a hand reaching down to rub your own clit.
He thrusts a few more times, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Cum for me." He demands, and you finish, him following suit. He lets out a moan, thrusting slowly as ropes of cum shoot inside you. "Better hope you have plan B" he says, and you scoff, panting heavily. Once you both gather yourselves and clean up, he speaks up. "I'm sorry if I came off too strong.." he mutters, sliding his pants back on.
You chuckle, shaking your head. "Its fine, you just wanted to show me youre a man now. And I believe it" you say, a smile on your face. He smirks, placing a kiss on your cheek. Right as you both finish cleaning up, the members return, noticing how the air smells a bit more like sweat then before. You come up with an excuse that you and Jeongin were just practicing extra, but with the looks on their faces? They didnt believe any excuse that came out of your guys' mouths.
But that day on, you never treated Jeongin like a young man ever again. And the boys noticed. They had their suspicions, but never said anything.
pairing: pervy!roommate!felix x curvy/chubby!reader
summary: ur roommate has a crush on u and he kinda weird abt it (god i hate writing summaries)
warnings: SMUT!! dom!felix(sorry to my subfelix.truthers. another day), titty hyperfixation, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), face sitting, piv, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, felix IS a pervert and highkey pussy drunk, some insecurities
wc: ~3k
somebody sedate me. didnt proofread
Roommate!Felix who happens to have a crush on you. It’s difficult not to, you’re just — so his type — he can’t describe it. It was innocent, really. He was merely looking for a shared apartment with someone and with much luck, he stumbled upon you. You, who shared a similar situation as his. Ever the kind Felix, he made sure to keep the space tidy and comfortable for you, trying not to scare off his pretty, new, roommate.
Roommate!Felix whose crush started developing the more he spent time with you. Completely normal interactions that he looked into way too deeply for his own good. You’re adorable, endearing, everything sweet and sugary. So beautiful when you walk down the stairs, groggy and yawning prettily. Opening your eyes to find him in the kitchen, offering him a tight smile despite your morning grumpiness.
Roommate!Felix who never missed a day to prepare you breakfast, everything ready by the time you leave your room. Somehow, he’s always spot on concerning your preferences. Milk in the morning makes you nauseous? Fine, he’ll get you some juice. Not up for something sweet—? Here's a salty treat instead.
Roommate!Felix who sulked when you jokingly asked him to stop feeding you so much, and that he’s the reason you’re taking on more weight — his meals’ a hard choice to refuse.
Why must he? He’s doing the bare minimum of being a considerate, and good-willing roommate!
Roommate!Felix who listens to your insecurities, holding you closer with ample comfort. Soothing you with gentle words, cradling you with the purpose of making you feel at home. Calmly disagreeing with any negative comment you tag your appearance as, though, he wishes he could do more than disagreeing. If you’d let him — he’d show you exactly how beautiful you are.
Inside-out.
Roommate!Felix who, with much guilt, allows those thoughts to become a usual occurrence. He shouldn’t — yes, he likes you — but this is too far, you’re still his friend. Someone he respects, someone he can’t permit himself from indulging in perverse thoughts of.
Yet, roommate!Felix keeps finding himself in situations that rushes the blood in his body.
Roommate!Felix whose small infatuation escalates into something deeper, more deranged whenever you’d pass by him. His gaze would hover on your figure minutes longer. Entranced, he’d swallow. Snapping out of it only when you sit across him or give him a confused look. Encouraging you to drink some water despite the fact that he’s the one whose mouth is dry.
Roommate!Felix who notices each of your gulps, beads of the liquid run down your pjs’ shirt, taking in how poorly the material attempts to hide your figure. You must’ve been thirsty. He breathes, hard. His breathing, and him. Pathetic, you’re just sitting before him and he's popping an erection.
You stand up, it’s the weekend, and you usually spend the Saturday together. Curving a brow when he makes no move to budge, tilting your head in confusion. “Aren’t you coming?”
He shakes his head, offering a smile. His lips twitch, difficult to keep the stance with the ache in his pants. “You go ahead— I… I’m still thirsty,” he excuses, pouring himself another glass of water. You nod, shrugging at his unusual behaviour as you plop onto the couch.
Roommate!Felix who uses your distraction on the TV to make his escape. Scrambling to his bedroom, he locks it. Breathing heavily, staring at the swell in his pants. There was no chance you wouldn’t have noticed that. Sighing, “Close call…”
Roommate!Felix who finds himself jerking off to the thought of you more than often. Needy cock leaking in his fist, drooling all over his skin with each of his tiny grunts of pleasure.
At first, it helped to relieve the pain. But the more he spends with you, the less satisfying his hands get.
He needs you.
Roommate!Felix who becomes awfully aware of your curves pressing against him during your movie nights. Snuggled comfortably in the other's warmth. His breaths are shallow, heartbeat creating statics in his ears. He holds the blanket closer, unfortunately, so do you. Scooting towards him in an attempt at battling the cold, his arms stay glued to his side, eyes fixed on the screen as if your boobs aren't mushed against him.
Roommate!Felix who wants nothing else than to bend you over and take you right there during the summers. Those tight shorts you wear — they make him insane. He's already losing it, day by day, you've got to be doing it on purpose. The soft meat of your tummy peeking through when you lean on the counter has him spiraling, fingers twitching to grab onto the flesh and stretch you wide on his cock.
Roommate!Felix who scolds himself as his imagination gets weirder by the seconds, hoping to ease his mind by avoiding you. Alas, he's the clingy one! The task’ harder than he had anticipated, soon finding himself in the confinement of your room, basking in your surroundings with an excuse of playing video games together.
Roommate!Felix who is tired of going on like this. Trying to make advances on you — at last — just to figure out that you're quite the oblivious type, taking his shameless approaches as him being overly friendly, patting him on the back with a giggle.
Do you even see him as a man? Or–
Roommate!Felix whose jaw twitches when you tell him that you're seeing someone. All proud in your gossiping about this lucky guy you met online. Pretending to give a fuck, why don't you see that he's right here!? Looking at you with those poor, puppy, eyes.
He almost gives in. Almost begs you on his knees to stay home tonight, to let him have you instead. He's been kind, considerate, and the best-est friend you could ever wish for. Why won't you notice him?
Roommate!Felix who has to hide his grin when you come back home upset, confessing that your date took the worst turn it could ever. You're so heartbroken, seeking comfort exactly where he conditioned you to.
Him.
Roommate!Felix whose brows knit as you confess what that guy said to you — about your body — letting the insecure tears fall. He's mad, mad that anyone would dare to look at you and say such nasty stuff. Mad that anyone would dare not to see your beauty, after all, you're his angel.
Roommate!Felix who calls you that as he cradles you. “Why're you crying over that jerk, angel? You're beautiful,” he'd compliment, an arm soothing your shoulder and the other gently patting your head. “So beautiful…” repeating the words with a sigh, lost in the sight of you curled up on the couch. In his embrace. His fingers fumble with the hem of your shirt, he could nearly slip inside — no — now is not the moment for these thoughts.
Roommate!Felix who swears that there's electricity in the air, and that he's not the only person here feeling it. You've got to too, because his comment has your head lifting. Glassy eyes meeting him in a hopeful awe, “You think so?”
He nods, biting on his lip when his gaze drops to your inviting mouth, lungs refusing to take any more of oxygen for a second. “I know so.”
Roommate!Felix who kisses you that night, or perhaps you're the one who started it. But his hand quickly ends up in your pants, grinding his fingers on your sobbing cunt, lips attached to yours the whole time while you cream around his digits.
Roommate!Felix, who assumes he's made some progress in how you perceive him. Because you've started acting strange after the encounter. That night, you had separated and called it a mistake, a spur-of-moment type of thing — and that you weren't thinking straight — he's your friend!
He was hurt, extremely, if he had to be honest. Hurt to the point of rotting away inside of his bedroom for days. However, as he started to get out once again, the first thing you did was hug him. Unprompted, your chest squished against his, arms wrapped adoringly around his neck while you mumbled quick and soft ‘sorry's’, telling him just how much you've missed him. His pulse started beating erratically, both his heart and his dick. Unfortunately. You could probably feel it, with your chest on his and your thick thighs rubbing on his bulge.
It almost felt on purpose. No, you couldn't have thought of that. Sure that you're innocently excusing yourself.
But then, Roommate!Felix really began to grow suspicions with your change of attire, and attitude around the corners of the house.
First, it was how you'd call his name — Lixie this, Lixie that — calling him for the simplest tasks at hand. Praising him for every tiny achievement, soft lips pressing on his cheek alongside the compliments. An act of gratitude, you called it. It became too much for him to bear when you started walking past him semi-naked, the plush of your breasts evident through the thin shirts you wear at home, nipples poking at the fabric. Those tank tops… your arms, the way it rides up with every subtle movement — so tight on you — it could rip apart so easily…
Excusing himself once again, or else he might combust right here and right now. Lose all forms of self control, and do something he might regret later.
Roommate!Felix's whose last straw happens one evening, where you innocently decided that it was okay to put your hands all over him after you, again, innocently spilled soda at the both of you.
It was an accident! Really!
You just happened to shake the bottle a tad too much, then it exploded in your hands. You're a victim here! But since you're so nice, you tried to clean it up for him.
Hands moving flat on his stomach, so casually trailing lower to rest on his thighs as you lean forward. “Oh no,” you mumble, grabbing a tissue, “look at the mess I caused—”
“What're you doing—?” he hitches, voice cracking with a caress on his stomach, feeling the bumps of his abs contract underneath your palm.
“Helping you…” your tone resembles the gentle lush of spring, bringing a dizzy haze to his brain, that the situation almost escapes him. Ears flushing red when you climb up to him, crawling towards him. Your tits in front of his face — transparent with the sugary liquid seeping through — he has to close his eyes, taking a ragged, controlled, breath.
“Stop,” he mutters, face scrunching. You hum, confused. Letting out a surprised yelp when he grabs onto your wrist, pushing you back onto the couch so that your positions are reversed. His gaze is pained in restraint, eyes gliding over your taken aback figure. “Helping me? Are you serious– you're making it worse,” his words are harsh, but his tone holds no venom.
Your lashes flutter, feigning naivety. “What do you mean?”
He frowns, skeptical. “Do you seriously not realize?”
You shake your head, shrugging, but a faint smile tugs at your lips. That's enough to tell him that you're toying with his poor heart. He's hard. Believably so. “I wouldn't know… if you don't tell me, Felix.”
He sighs, watching you lift your leg, thigh resting dangerously close to his erection. The one you both noticed. “You've got to be messing with me…” he can hardly speak. “You can't– you can't just walk around half naked and touch me like this." He gulps, dragging his pupils up to hold eye contact. “I'm a man, you know?”
Roommate!Felix who observes you gulp, the rise of your chest falling up and down under his sudden shift in behavior. Your plan backfiring — or perhaps it's working as you intended — to puppet his brain to the point of snapping.
Roommate!Felix who ends up with your pussy sat prettily on his face by the next hour. Somehow, he convinced you to sit on his face. You were against the idea — till he practically begged you to — ending up indulging, that might've been the heavens rewarding you, or him for his persistent work.
Roommate!Felix who grips on your thighs, fingers digging and curling into the soft meat to push you further onto his face. Shoving his tongue deep inside, until he's the one seeing white from the lack of oxygen. He doesn't need it, not when he's breathing in your pussy, drinking and lapping at every drop you present him with.
You've already cummed twice!! And he's showing no signs of stopping yet, if anything, he's grunting against your clit. Wrapping plump lips around the bundle of nerves, he sucks on it harshly; groaning when you twitch above him, grinding down on his mouth.
Felix spreads your folds, spitting on them before lolling his tongue out. The contact is hot, wet sounds emerging from how he's crudely making out with your cunt. You yelp as his teeth nip at your clit, holding onto the couch's armrest for support with an overstimulated cry. You don't think you can handle it any more! He's not listening either!
Roommate!Felix who notes the abrupt clenches of your walls gripping on his tongue desperately. He can tell you're about to cum again. Your thighs shake around his head, legs giving out from trying to support your body upwards. Crushing him, just like in his dreams.
“Fuck,” he's the one to curse, the sensation washing over his body from pleasuring you is too much. You have no idea what you do to him. He laps at your clit, tip of his tongue circling your clit in tight-messy patterns, involuntarily noises vibrating through your core as your palms land on his thighs, unable to hold it in — you warn him, a plea to accept a brief pause — however, he doesn't care about that. He wants you to soak his face, to squirt all over and have him drown in it.
Roommate!Felix who's the most joyous as your juices splashes him, gaping his mouth wide to swallow everything. You squeal, attempting to stand away from him in embarrassment. Alas (luckily), he holds you in place, dragging out your orgasm with his dutiful mouth till you're left a trembling and sensitive mess.
Roommate!Felix who taps his tip against your lips, urging you to suck on it like a lollipop. Barely pushing the first inch in, teasing as he bumps it to the inside of your mouth, moaning at the sight of the bump forming at your cheek.
Roommate!Felix who shoves it allll the way in, just to slide out entirely. Repeating the act, leaking when strings of saliva connect to his base from how deep he's in your throat, then back to nothing. Taking pleasure in your choked gags and coughs as he hits the tightest part of the warm tunnel.
Roommate!Felix who you had never expected to be so shameless about his obsession for your boobs. Constantly grabbing and kneading the flesh in his palms. No matter if you're wearing clothes, a bra, or nothing at all. He'll walk behind you, glued to your back as he snakes his arms around your waist. Embracing you softly, face deep in the crevice of your neck. But then his fingers would inch upwards. Up, and up to the tight fabric around your chest. Thumbs playing, and tweaking with your hardened buds, disregarding the cotton's barrier. On some days, he might even suck on the fabric, wetting and smearing his drool across your shirt.
Roommate!Felix who you hadn't known to have such a high libido. He's always horny. Scolding him for it, but you did this to him? That's what he'd tell you in his defense. It's your fault for messing with his head, your fault for causing the strain in his pants, and your fault for being so sexy he can't seem to tear from you.
God — if he could get under your skin — he would.
Roommate!Felix who's actually a sweet boyfriend — if that's what he is — when he isn't fucking you dumb. He takes you anywhere, and everywhere he deems necessary. Bending you over the nearest surface with the purpose of spreading you open on his dick. Splitting your cunt with every hurried thrust, because he can't afford to let go! It feels too good! His pace gets shallow whenever he's closed, quick slaps of hips hitting the deepest corners of your pussy, drawing out the cutest fucked-out noises out of your mouth — core aching and crying from overstimulation — simply because it's the third time he's pouncing on you today.
Roommate!Felix who holds onto anything he can find. Your tummy, your thighs, the meat at your hips — you drive him insane. His hands are small in the doughy flesh, getting him stupidly close just by watching you jiggle with his movements. He thrashes, squirms, and cries from holding you alone, adding to his pleasure — his toes curl when you start to cry too. Pinching at your chewy cheeks, calling you out for your tears, and hoping to calm you down as if he wasn't in the exact same state.
Roommate!Felix who shows how much of a good partner he is by kissing each fragments of your skin, loving and squeezing the flesh — not out of lust this time — but for the reason that he's in love with you. No matter how pussydrunk he can get, he first started with a silly crush on his beloved roommate.
You've always been insecure about your lack of experience, so when you find out lee felix the sweet boy always joining in on your groups hangouts, a friend of a friend is a camboy? You assume he'd be perfect to teach you, and based on your research, stalking his content, you think he'll be perfect, sweet, soft — you were wrong.
contains .ᐟ.ᐟ › virgin!reader, camboy!felix, unprotected sex, oral (both rec) handjob, face sitting, slight corruption kink (kinda), readers a perv, tit play, mating press, teasing, multiple orgasms, voice kink, alot of pet names, aftercare barely proofread.
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an: camboy skz..... very much got the camboy skz bug from lovely the @channlust also thank u to @filmsbyun for the camboy name xx
You weren't ashamed that you were a virgin — I mean you definitely weren't a prude, you just never wanted to.
You also didn't want to rush it. When you were a teenager you just wanted to focus on your studies, now you're in college and you feel far behind.
Luckily, you happen to be around friends who don't care or pressure you into things. It was you who wanted it to happen.
A small part of you felt embarrassed, logically you know its normal and society or whatever —
But fuck did you just wanna get laid.
You're an adult you know your body — you know that you're tired of waiting.
Because you're curious, and scared but mostly curious.
You're hot, you know realistically you could find someone to sleep with, but you also don't want it to be with some stranger.
Your best friend Jisung knew all of this, he knew all about your feelings, your doubts, your desires.
Now Jisung has no filter — usually you can just ignore things he blurts out.
This you cant.
"I'm just tired of feeling behind — and just inexperienced." You groan, flopping down on the couch next to him.
The two of you relaxing, a casual Friday movie night, no deadlines just horror movies Jisung claims he can handle and endless snacks.
"It's not bad to not have sex, maybe the world thinks you need to be celibate." He teases you, only resulting in you hitting him with a pillow.
Taking a deep breath, letting it deflate into a groan. "It's not that I don't want to have sex, its just that I have no idea how to even start — do I just go up to a guy and say hey fuck me!" you say dramatically, rolling your eyes.
"Maybe you can ask Felix for advice." His words coming out, naturally, absentmindedly scrolling through the Netflix watch list.
You furrow your brows in confusion at the sudden mention of Felix. One of Jisung's friends who is kinda your friend, you get along great but not enough to share your sexual problems, or lack there of.
Hes hot, objectively so. Every time he shows up at a hang out you cant help but be drawn to him still, you're way too shy to ever talk to him properly.
He is also the sweetest ever, even to those he doesn't know. You remember when your car broke down and when You called Jisung in a panic he was there with him. Immediately ordering you an uber so you got home safely.
"Why on earth would I go to Felix?" Your words laced with confusion and curiosity, knowing there has to be some corelation in Jisung's mind.
"Well hes got experience with that stuff yknow, his account —" Just as Jisung slips he realises, no you don't know, why on earth would you.
"Jisung."
"Nothing, forget I said anything!" His voice panicked, clearly knowing he shouldn't have said anything.
"God just tell me — what is he a sex worker or something?" You say half as a joke, only to notice Jisung's face redden a little.
"No way."
"No — not a sex worker! Hes a camboy that's it." He hurriedly corrects you, his hands waving around in his defence.
The truth only makes you shrug, who cares — I mean you're definitely shocked the sweet boy you know with the voice that shocks everyone is a fucking camboy but who cares, it doesn't matter.
But it does.
Because as soon as you left Jisung's left that night you were left alone with your thoughts.
Dangerous really.
Curiosity consumes you, the seemingly innocent Felix, leads a fucking double life.
You're not judging — no not at all.
You're interested.
When you definitely shouldn't be.
He's someone you know, you shouldn't be picturing him naked In front of a camera.
So you push it to the back of your mind.
You go on with life; work, studying, hanging out with friends, — keeping a not suspicious amount of distance from him.
Putting the whole camboy thing out of your mind.
Until last week.
Your friend Yuna, ever so supportive of you. Also knowing your situation offered to set you up on a date with a guy she thinks would adore you.
The date itself was fine, he paid for dinner, he was gentlemanly enough.
Until it got to the end, when he walked you to your door and expected an invitation in, when you didn't he just mumbled an are you serious, and walked off about being rude and a tease.
Obviously that left you mad — because why are all guys dicks!
Well not all guys.
Your mind drifts back to Felix — what Jisung said.
before you can even process you're on your laptop.
Now you're not proud of what you did, searching for his account with little information you managed to get from Jisung, proving slightly difficult considering he definitely wasn't using his real name.
Then you found it.
It was pretty easy to find considering he was popular.
By popular I mean popular.
You can tell it's him instantly — noticing the familiar moles on his arms, the preview voice echos through your apartment, the familiar deep, gravelly voice making your ears ring.
Quickly you shove your laptop on the end of your bed.
This is wrong, to even be on his page.
Then you see it.
kittiebbokie live
It was basically a jumpscare.
Because why now.
This was basically like eve being tempted to eat the apple or whatever.
You cant resist, just one look —
God you regret that.
The live starts with a panned out view, his face not visible, everything else is, the tent visible in his pants, his abs on display, teasing the camera, palming himself over his pants.
This is a wet dream — possibly the hottest thing you've ever seen.
You can't look away, you physically can't pull yourself from him.
You can tell hes putting on a show, making his voice slightly deeper, and his fans love it.
Watching as the comments fill, chat filling with donations of up to $200.
By the time the live wrapped up you had came.
Hard, harder than ever before.
Then it hit you.
The guilt.
You had to see him tomorrow at Jisung's house, you had to make conversation with him when you now know what his dick looks like — when you came to his voice.
You cant stop, even if you wanted to.
It became routine, every Friday you'd join stream, and then face him at the next hang out somehow.
You felt disgusting, perverted but you couldn't stop.
You knew for your own self you had to do something, even if you ended up getting rejected you had to try.
Because you knew him, you trusted him and god — did you need him.
He's perfect, hes sweet, kind and even if he rejected you he'd be nice about it.
And if he didn't then — you'll be in for a great time.
Its the usual, drinks at Jisung's and Minho's apartment, filled with all of your friends, friends of friends.
you've been off since you got there not sad just jittery. Nobody has really noticed, to focused in their own world.
One person did though.
Personally you believe to be unassuming, just relaxing over by the hallway, people watching. Barely focused on your surroundings.
"You okay?" His voice snapping you out of your daze, quickly standing up straight, turning to face him, a small amused smile on his lips, cradling a drink in his hand.
You don't trust yourself enough to speak yet, giving a curt smile while you nod. Half expecting him to walk off, but he doesn't.
Maybe he can sense your nerves, a part of you worried he is somehow reading your mind or something and can hear the battle in your head.
"Can I ask you something?" Your voice coming out slightly broken, feeling slightly embarrassed but hes kind enough to not say anything.
"Shoot."
Trying your best in your slightly inhibited state to form the right words — you cant just go right out and say what you want, I stalked your camboy page and want you to fuck me. No, not like that.
"I was — browsing, a site and I came across something." Your words cautious, trying to hint what you mean. It takes him a moment to figure it out, his smile shifting even wider, his cheeks growing slightly pink.
"What were you doing on a camboy sight, angel?" His words teasing, lighthearted even.
Quickly you stiffen, letting out a small embarrassed sound, your heart racing at the pet name — hes definitely never called you that before.
"Shut up."
He lets out a low hum, his eyes taking you in, only making you feel even more exposed.
"So — when you stumbled across it, did you watch any?" His voice lowering — your mind going back to his streams — the exact same tone he uses in it.
You cant hide your reaction — not even trying to, you just stand there avoiding his gaze.
After a small moment that feels like eternity, he finally speaks again. His body moving closer to yours, you can feel his breath ghost your ear as he whispers.
"If you want something angel, you just have to ask nicely."
A small whine escapes you without your permission, suddenly your whole body feels weak — a throbbing feeling forming between your legs.
Again, not you don't particularly trust your voice, your chest pounding in your chest, painfully aware of his eyes burning holes into you.
"I want you to fuck me." Your voice a broken whisper, you're not even sure you said it out loud, or even loud enough for him to hear you.
But oh, he did.
"See? Was that so hard sweetheart?" His words nearly making you tumble, your heart feels like its going to come out of your chest.
Without saying anything else he snakes his arm around your waist, guiding you over to Jisung — who was fully out of it, clearly having fun.
"She's not feeling well, im gonna call an uber for her." He says calmly, a sweet unassuming smile on his face.
If Jisung was even a bit more coherent he would have spotted it, your aura basically radiating nervousness, Felix's hand placed dangerously low on your back.
Quickly, he guides you outside, you don't even notice when he pulls out his phone to call the uber, or how long has passed, fully focused on the feeling of him on you.
When the uber arrives he opens the door for you, helping you in. The driver starts small talk — Felix obviously engages, ever the kind guy he is.
While hes asking about the guys day, his hand settles high on your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh without a second thought.
The drive felt like 5 minutes instead of 20 — the only time you wished it was longer, you don't know what to feel — before you know it you're stepping out of the car, giving the driver a small nod before driving off.
The walk through the complex was quiet, Felix's hand never leaves you. Whether its on your hip, his fingers laced with yours or his hand guiding you through the hallways.
When you step through the door to his apartment you take it in, its a nice place, very Felix. He leads you to the bedroom, entering the room you suddenly feel a strange sense of recognition, memories from his stream entering your mind.
"You changed your room around." You say absentmindedly, almost forgetting that you haven't ever been here before.
He only hums, catching onto what you mean, pulling you into the room, closing the door behind you.
When you hear the door close it all got very real, you were actually doing this — with Felix.
Felix pulls you in front of him, his mood shifting into something softer, noticing your slightly out of it state.
"How much did you drink?" He says cautiously, his fingers tracing your arm, trying to calm your nerves.
"Not much, two shots — to get rid of nerves, m'okay, promise." Your voice timid, your whole body feeling warm.
"I make you nervous?" He says cheekily, only making you smile, the tension easing slightly as you let out a small laugh.
His fingers move up, tracing along the curve of your jaw, almost trying to memorise how your skin feels under him.
"So sweet for me, yeah?" His voice sending a shiver down your spine, instinctively leaning into his touch, your fingers grasping into the fabric of his shirt.
Felix wastes no time pressing his lips onto yours, its slow, careful, testing the waters.
When you quickly kiss back, your hands moving up to hold onto his blonde locks, he deepens it, his hands cradling your face, keeping you in place, his lips soft against you — faintly tasting the sweet drink he was drinking earlier.
Felix breaks the kiss when — only to breathe, you whine, trying to chase his lips, only making him stifle a laugh, his thumb stroking your skin smiling at you.
"What do you wanna do? It's at your pace, sweetheart." His words making your heart flutter, the nickname growing familiar but still making you weak, his carefulness and thoughtfulness only making you want this — him more.
You nod, your brain clouded, not from the alcohol — from him.
"Words, angel."
"I want you to —" Your words quiet dragging out, breathless. Finally saying it, a part of you is still in disbelief this is happening, that he actually is here, wanting you. Your eyes meet his, waiting for you to finish your sentence.
"Teach me.." Your eyes wide, looking at him swallowing the lump in your throat, everything out in the open, waiting for him to make the next move.
He waits a moment, your words sinking in, taking a sharp unsteady breathe before leaning forward, his lips catching yours again, kissing you hard, trying to show you how much he wants you.
Moaning into the kiss, his tongue swiping over your bottom lips — swallowing your sweet sounds, walking you back to the bed, sitting you down on the bed, before pulling you into his lap.
His hands running over your back, holding onto the back of your neck, holding you in place to look at him.
"Can I take this off?" His voice sweet like honey, soothing your nerves, trying to make it comfortable for you.
You nod, not trusting your voice not to break. Felix's pull your shirt over your head, revealing a lacy blue bra.
His favourite colour.
He lets out a deep groan, taking a breathe, his eyes locking on the pretty lace, noticing your nipples pebbling under the thin, flimsy fabric.
"You planned for this — fuck, angel." His voice broken, holding back, his thumb skimming over your perked bud through the lace.
A pathetic, surprised gasp escapes your lips, your head leaning forward to rest on his shoulder.
Your reaction only fuels him, his free hand reaching back around to unclasp your bra with ease.
Feeling the fabric loosen, falling off of you, suddenly feeling exposed.
"Tell me its too much and we'll stop." His voice steady, prioritising your comfort over everything.
"Its all too much — in a good way.. Don't stop, please." The words fall out before you can stop them, desperate and real.
You can feel him let out a breath of relief at your words, his hand cupping your tit, his thumb brushing over the sensitive nipple, drawing a soft moan from you.
"So gorgeous, all for me too — arent I lucky." He hums, not even talking to you directly, his lips pressing soft kisses on your neck, you lean your head back to give him more space, feeling him smile against your warm skin.
His arm wraps around you, guiding you to sit back against the headboard, his fingers tracing over the hem of your pants, looking up at you asking for permission.
giving a small nod and smile in response, he wastes o time pulling both of your panties and shorts off you, throwing the to the end of the bed.
The cold air rushes over you, suddenly feeling very exposed, Felix being fully clothed compared to you.
Felix senses this, pulling away from you, standing up next to the bed, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his familiar frame that the camera does not do any justice to show how fucking pretty he is.
Shoving his jeans down, stepping out of them, left only in his boxers, noticing the sizable tent present making your mouth water.
He moves onto the bed, resting against the headboard, pulling you into his lap, you can feel his bulge press against your bare core, sure that your wetness is soaking the fabric.
"Do you know what you want, angel?" You think for a moment, a thought popping into your head, only for you to take a deep shaky breath. He quickly notices, his interest growing.
"Wanna feel your mouth… On me.." Your words are quiet, radiating nervousness which he quickly silences with a wide grin.
"Good girl, you know exactly what you want? Want my mouth on you?" His voice is deep and sultry, his eyes scanning over you, his thumb tracing the skin on your waist.
A strangled sound escapes your lips, before you can process hes kissing you briefly, pulling back only to lay flat against the pillows, still straddling his waist.
"Felix?" Your voice timid, slightly confused, not sure what hes planning.
"Sit on my face." He says so fucking casually, like this is a normal occurrence.
"Are you? — Lix, im not sitting on your face! Ill crush you or something —" Your voice raising, your rambling shortly cut off with him squeezing your ass.
"You wont suffocate me, or crush me — even if you did that's a perfect way to go out." He teases, enjoying the small sound that escaped.
Giving you a moment, you let out a shaky breath, moving up hovering far over his face, feeling exposed with your bare cunt over his face.
"Fuck — look at her, shes dripping f'me, angel." His words coming out husky, dripping with need. His arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you straight down to his face.
"Fuck — Felix!." You squeal in surprise, your words dying in your throat when you feel him lick a long stripe up your pussy, lapping up all your juices.
Quickly your knees completely give up, settling fully on his face, only making him moan against your cunt, his nose nudging your clit with purpose, his tongue licking all over your cunt. Your hand reaching for the headboard, steadying yourself, the sudden unfamiliar waves of pleasure rushing through you.
The room echos with the mixed sounds of your soft moans, the sound of Felix licking all over your cunt, and the occasion groan he lets out.
Unintentionally you buck your hips against his face — quickly mumbling an apology that dies on your tongue when you feel Felix's tongue press against your entrance, you cant even understand what hes saying — his words muffled by your pussy.
His tongue pushes into you — giving you a moment to adjust to the new sensation before fucking his tongue into your cunt.
You've touched yourself before but you've never felt anything like this — its so much better, you don't know if you can go back.
You stop fighting it — letting yourself basically hump his face, your brain foggy — so focused on the new pleasure your feeling.
Felix's tongue leaves your hole — before you can whine, his lips wrap around your aching clit. A loud desperate moan leaving your throat followed by small whimpers and pleas — not entirely sure what you're begging for.
You can feel your orgasm forming in your gut, the tight sensation fuelling you, grinding against his face, only fuelled by his groans against your pussy, his lips sucking on your sensitive bud.
You feel your orgasm crash over you — instinctively trying to pull away from him. His fingers digging into your hips, keeping you right on his face, licking and fucking you through your orgasm, drinking up all your cum.
Riding out your high, you wince pulling on his hair slightly to pull him off your swollen pussy, moving off his face, laying down next to him, panting.
You make the mistake of looking at him — because hes already looking at you, the bottom half of his face covered in your cum, his eyes dark with lust and somehow still smiling like a kid in a candy store.
"Jesus." You mumble, your voice sore from your moaning — slightly concerned for his neighbours but that thought ends there when he pulls you back into his lap.
"You okay, how are you feeling?" Felix's voice pulls you from your post orgasm haze, meeting his eyes, offering a small tired smile.
"M'okay, promise." The words coming out hoarse, your eyes wander over him, his skin flushed pink, noticing all the freckles over his body.
Without thinking you press your lips against his, Felix letting out a small surprised sound at your forwardness, morphing into a smile, his lips soft against yours, letting you lead for a moment before pulling back.
"Want you to teach me how to make you feel good." Your words direct — a stark contrast to your strained voice.
He freezes for a moment, a strangled groan leaving his lips closing his eyes before taking a sharp breath. "Angel, you don't have to do that —"
"I want to, so —" Your voice trails off, your hands moving down his body as you slide down, sitting between his legs, your hands perched on his thighs, swallowing the lump in your throat before you meet his eyes.
"Teach me.."
Muttering a curse under his breath he nods vigorously, you cant make out what hes mumbling but you don't really care.
Moving backwards you let him lead, his fingers hooking into his boxers, pulling them down and then off.
The sight of him in front of you makes you drool — you've seen him before, in the comforts of your room on a screen but oh my god, its so much prettier in person and you didn't even think a dick could be pretty before you saw his.
All the forwardness leaves your body — you've watched porn, read stuff but all of it left your brain.
"Its okay, I got you." His soothing voice giving you some comfort, his hand reaching for one of yours, guiding it to his cock.
"Just wrap your hand around it, not too tight — yeah just like that, good girl." A small groan leaves his lips when your hand wrap hesitantly around the base of his cock, tightening slightly as he tells you to, your hand stroking him carefully, your thumb brushing over his tip pulling a low groan from him.
"Fuck — you sure you haven't done this before, angel?" a strained laugh, morphs into a groan, growing slightly more confident in your movements.
Recalling back to one of his streams — you start mimicking what he was doing. Your hand tightening slightly, thumb tracing over that sensitive vein.
Before he can process, you dip your head down, giving a small kiss to the tip, his hand instinctively goes to your hair, tugging on the strands.
"Fuck — angel, what are you doing, shit.—" He moans surprised, this only makes you smile internally, giving the tip a small exploratory lick while looking up at him.
The sight of you looking up at him with your lips around his cock is too much for him — his head leans back against the headboard, his fingers tightening in your hair.
Sinking your mouth on his cock, your tongue presses against the back of his cock, moaning at the fullness, the feeling of the weight of him in your mouth.
Bobbing your head slightly, not testing your reflexes yet, your fingers digging into his thighs.
Felix's fingers tug on your hair, pulling you off his cock, a small moan leaving his lips when he notices the string of spit connecting you to his cock.
"Did I do something?" Your voice innocent — slightly worried, immediately he tries catching his breath, pulling you back into his lap.
"I was about to cum embarrassingly fast, sweetheart." He says bashfully, a small sound escapes you, feeling proud of yourself for having that effect on him.
He presses a kiss to your lips before switching positions — your back hitting the mattress, your lips part as you look up at him, settling between your legs — it all finally hitting you.He presses a kiss to your lips before switching positions — your back hitting the mattress, your lips part as you look up at him, settling between your legs — it all finally hitting you.
Almost sensing it he rubs small circles on your thigh. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to, angel." His words coming out as a whisper, trying to comfort you. Quickly you shake your head — you want to do this, god you need him.
"I want to, im just worried." The confession lingers in the air, Felix thinking for a moment, letting your words set in before you continue. "What if im not good enough or something." Your heart close to bursting, your insecurities out in the open, Felix's expression softens leaning over pressing a kiss to your forehead, pushing some hair behind your hear, his hand lingering on your cheek.
"Do you think id be here if I didn't want this — you? The fact that you trust me enough with this — im honoured, and not good enough? I've been obsessed with you since I met you at Minho's birthday."
His words push all the air from your lungs — him, obsessed with you.
"And then you started avoiding me — so I asked Jisung and he let everything slip, then tonight you make up a little lie about how you stumbled across me?" His voice teetering on teasing but his words still holding weight.
You cant help but make a small sound — he knew you were lying, he knew you watched his streams and he didn't care — if anything it made him more obsessed with you.
Almost sensing it he rubs small circles on your thigh. "We dont have to do anything you dont want to, angel." His words coming out as a whisper, trying to comfort you. Quickly you shake your head — you want to do this, god you need him.
"I want to, im just worried." The confession lingers in the air, Felix thinking for a moment, letting your words set in before you continue. "What if im not good enough or something." Your heart close to bursting, your insecurities out in the open, Felix's expression softens leaning over pressing a kiss to your forehead, pushing some hair behind your hear, his hand lingering on your cheek.
"Do you think id be here if I didn't want this — you? The fact that you trust me enough with this — im honoured, and not good enough? I've been obsessed with you since I met you at Minho's birthday."
His words push all the air from your lungs — him, obsessed with you.
"And then you started avoiding me — so I asked Jisung and he let everything slip, then tonight you make up a little lie about how you stumbled across me?" His voice teetering on teasing but his words still holding weight.
You cant help but make a small sound — he knew you were lying, he knew you watched his streams and he didn't care — if anything it made him more obsessed with you.
Pulling him down to your level, your lips press on his — the kiss is hot — pouring everything into it, moaning as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his hips.
When he pulls away you can't help but pout slightly, which he presses a final kiss to your lips. He grabs his cock, giving himself a few strokes before lining up with your cunt, looking at you one final time for confirmation.
"Felix if you dont fuck me im leaving." You say lightheartedly, making him crack a small smile.
"I dont wanna hurt you, that's all." His voice breaks slightly — using all his power to hold back from fucking you until you're sure.
"I'm a virgin, not glass."
He cant help let out a strained laugh, his eyes focusing on your swollen cunt, his tip glistening from your previous release.
Slowly, he sinks in.
Not all at once — just the tip at first, waiting for your response — whether you wanna keep going or not.
The feeling is foreign, not like your fingers or his tongue — the initial stress is painful but not unbearable.
Sucking in a sharp breath, your fingers dig into his shoulders. Felix rubs soothing circles on your thigh.
"It's okay, ive got you — take your time." His voice is hoarse — the feeling of you around him driving him crazy.
Soon the pain blurs to pleasure — slowly adjusting to him inside you — and you need more.
You give Felix a small nod, with a shaky moan. Slowly he pushes in, not too fast, giving you time to adjust to more of him until hes fully inside you.
Adjusting to the feeling of his cock in you — no matter how many times you've imagined this you cant explain it — there's still a hint of discomfort from the stretch but it bleeds into pleasure — craving movement.
"Felix —" His name comes out breathlessly — your mind only able to muster that up — the overwhelming feeling of him buried inside you the only thing you can think about.
"I know angel, its okay I got you — good girl." He coos lowly, pressing a kiss on the inner of your wrist.
Slowly he starts moving — his cock buried inside you.
His pace quickens as your moans grow louder — the sound of your joint moans echoing with the wet sound of your bodies meeting.
His cock slamming into you, his hips crashing into yours — his fingers snaking down to your clit, rubbing your clit, matching the rhythm with his thrusts.
"Squeezing me so tight — fuck you were made for me, princess." He groans, his voice sending ripples through you, the deep octaves making you clench around him.
His hands move from your thighs to your knees, pushing your legs to your chest, putting you in a mean mating press.
The sudden change only makes him go deeper — every thrust has him grazing that sweet spot your fingers can never reach.
"Oh my god — Felix.." You let out a string of high pitched moans, babbling incoherent pleas at him.
You can feel your second orgasm brewing — your legs shaking against your chest. His thrusts growing sloppy — your moans only fuelling him.
"Fuck — sounding so pretty around my cock.. Maybe I have you join me on camera one day — let everyone see how cock drunk you are, angel.." His words hit you hard — moaning pathetically from the praise.
"Cum on my cock — gonna make sure to ruin you for everyone else — shit, just like that, pretty." He groans your pussy clenching around him — he's so close, but he needs to feel you cum around him first.
Your orgasm ripples through you — harder than your first one, you become a whimpering, incoherent mess around him — begging for him to not stop.
Felix cums right after — the feeling of you squeezing him, creaming around his cock breaks him, cumming muttering under his breath.
His thrust slow, fucking you through your orgasms, allowing you to relax a bit before pulling out, making you wince.
He quickly presses a soft kiss to your temple as an apology, getting off the bed quickly, pulling up his boxers and going out of the room — emerging back with a bottle of water, a protein bar and a wet cloth.
Settling back between your thighs he cleans you up gently, making sure not to overstimulate you.
The silence is comfortable — letting you clear your mind, process what happened. He throws the cloth into the washing basket near the bed, sitting beside you helping you sit up.
"Drink, dont want you losing your voice." He says sweetly, as if he didn't fuck the daylights out of you moments before.
Giving him a small smile, taking a few sips before putting it on the bedside table. His hand rests on your legs, his thumb tracing small shapes onto it.
"You okay? I wasn't too rough was I —" You quickly cut off Felix's ramble with a kiss, silencing any doubts instantly.
Pulling back a moment later, both of you smiling.
"It was perfect, Lix." You whisper, loud enough for him to hear it but not enough to break the small bubble you're in.
"I meant it though — that I like you, well I didn't say those exact words but yeah." He says shyly, his freckles darkened from the redness on his cheeks.
"Do you typically fuck people before a confession?" You tease gently, no actual bite to it, he only laughs in response, grabbing your hand.
"I dont do this with anyone, was waiting for you."
It takes you a moment to process his words — hitting deep in your chest.
"Also — when Jisung told me that he told you I did streams — I was hoping you'd be curious enough to watch." He smiles wide at the quick shift in your mood to embarrassment.
"Shut up."
He doesn't reply — just leaning you back against the bed, pressing a kiss to your lips before running his fingers over your cheek.
"If you joined me on stream I think my viewership would double — especially if you moan like that."
✦summary: Han doesn’t handle alcohol well, he always ends up doing something he can’t remember or embarrassing that he regrets. This time he starts teasing you, whimpering in need of your touch in the back seat of your other friend’s car after a night out at the club.
☆ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, mention of wet dream, teasing, clit play, very slightly somnophilia, (implied consent), oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex.
word count: 3.3k
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a/n: han jisung lately. that's it. he has me barking fr, read this while i work on a little more elaborated han fic requested, anon if u reading, wip luv u
dividers by dollywons
“Can you guys stop treating me like your fucking personal uber driver or something?” said Changbin amused but a little annoyed once you and Han got into the backseat of his car.
Changbin turned his body to see how clumsy you both got into his car.
“Sorry, sorry, Hannie got a little drunk, and he's the one who called you anyways, I was for sure gonna order a more kind uber driver” you replied, putting the safety belt on your drunk friend.
“Heeey man, what’s up” greeted Han to Changbin, completely wasted.
“Ha, ha, so funny. It's late and you know Jisung doesn't take alcohol well” replied Changbin, starting the car and looking at Han.
“Well, he's fucking 23, he can drink…” you argued.
“Yeah, but next time do it at home so you couple of babies who can't drink outside don't have the need to call me.”
“I thought I called Ch-chan” Han interrupted.
“We wouldn't have drank alone if you guys replied to the group chat I literally said-”
You were also drunk, not drunker than Jisung, but tipsy, speaking with difficulty and slurring your words, ready to fight.
“Shhh… why are you fighting, what's all that yelling, goshh, let me take my nap” Han spoke, dragging out his words because he was drunk, his heavy and loose body leaning on you.
“Oh the baby wants to sleep?” spoke Changbin in a baby voice, “you know what, fuck you Han, I was fucking a hot girl when you called” replied Changbin more annoyed, teasing him, and turning up the volume of the song he had in his car.
“Can you turn off the volume pleaseee?” whined Han.
“No” replied Changbin, turning the volume up a little more.
Han whined like a little boy, you said nothing and leaned your head back on the seat, when suddenly your friend's heavy body fell on you again, this time with his puffy cheek resting on your exposed breasts by your cleavage, from which you got a little upset; you wanted to move him, but he started moaning, you saw him, his mouth slightly open, his cheek squashed on your chest and his eyes closed, you thought he was asleep, one of the more reasons why he was so heavy and weak.
“Ji-jisung” you called his name in a soft whisper, stirring your shoulder a little to wake him up.
However it was impossible, the music was moderately loud. You started to stress as he was letting himself lean on you, you were about to move more roughly again and call his name when you hear soft whimpers come from his lips, mumbling your name.
“Y/n…” whimpered Han.
You frowned, thinking to yourself that he was somewhere between asleep and awake and was indeed somewhat conscious.
“Jis-”
“Mmm, Y/n don't stop, please” he mumbled again, whining in a slightly strange tone.
“What?” you said in confusion but he didn't respond and still had his eyes closed and his cheek pressed to his chest.
“Oh, fuuck” he sighed heavily.
That last one gave you chills, it had come from deep inside him and it had sounded so good, you were a little too drunk to think, still you magically came back to your senses… thinking about his moans sounding a little sexual, arousing a hint of excitement in you, making your nipples hard, but you didn't understand, you didn't know if he was playing or if he was really asleep, but somehow, his constant panting near you immobilized you, making your pussy throb.
You came out of your trance in seconds, you watched him, he really seemed to be asleep, you knew Han so well that you knew perfectly what his expression was when he was completely in a sleep state. But he kept whimpering softly, to which you deduced, he was dreaming and you finally connected the dots, as he was panting like that, it was a wet dream… if you had been soberer you would have laughed intensely, poor Hannie all needy to have a wet dream, after all you were friends… but you wanted to blame the alcohol for reacting aroused, for the closeness of his handsome face leaning on your breasts and… because he was babbling your name in his soft but deep voice…
He looked so good near you that you felt bad because he was asleep and unintentionally, the car passing by a lighted area, so much as to illuminate the inside of Changbin's car, you realized that your friend had an erection in his pants.
That was enough, the alcohol was gone from your system and you were not going to tolerate that behavior, more from you, feeling all turned on by your best friend, when you yourself made it a rule to feel nothing but friendship for any of the 8 attractive men that were part of your life.
“Han” you stirred abruptly, heart racing, nervous and guilty for feeling horny.
He woke up, a little scared and shaken, confused looking around not even knowing where he was. And as he woke up he saw you, and remembered his very vivid little dream where he was fucking you in his room, you saw him and you were slightly with your cheeks red and he immediately felt his penis was hard.
“Ah, Y/n, I'm really sorry, I fell asleep” he said apologetically, nervously, still with the effect of the alcohol in his system.
You didn't know what to say, the car was dark anyway, so Jisung distanced himself a bit from you, but the poor guy was a bit too drunk to distinguish or remember if what he dreamed he imagined or happened at some point, he only knew that his cock was aching from being locked in his jeans and that he wanted to get it taken care of as soon as possible, the worst, was that when he got horny-drunk, his feelings of sexual appetite were more intense and he didn't know how to put out the fire inside him. Jisung tried to look out the window, but the constant motion of the car and the view made him more dizzy and confused. And it was there… when his mind started to play a bad trick on him again, his brain betrayed him, he wasn't the shy and serious Jisung, he didn't know anything about his surroundings, he only knew what he felt and he felt in fucking heaven all spinning around, but at the same time his cock was throbbing and pulsating. It was there, when he no longer knew how to distinguish, and acted merely because of the effect of the noxious substance in his body.
He was about to say and do something that he would not remember for a few long hours when he awoke from his deep post-drunken sleep.
Jisung turned his sight, which was moving as he was drunk, but he managed to distinguish your silhouette, with that dangerous dress you decided to wear tonight, provoking him by seeing you without ingesting any drop of alcohol, provoking him now too. You were still, petrified and incredibly aroused at all the thoughts going through your mind with Jisung, you wanted to stop them, but your pussy was throbbing and your panties were already wet, you hated being a little drunk, you got incredibly wet the slightest thing, that's why none of the guys played along when you invited them to the club, because you would surely end up drunk kissing a stranger, begging for more, that's why the eight of them looked out for you a little.
He finally approached you, sure of himself, with steady movements and hardly awkward at all.
“Hey, Y/n, I must admit you look beautiful today” he whispered in your ear, your skin bristled, he didn't sound drunk at all, and you wondered how the fuck he could be so good including that, “Fuck, you actually look so fucking good every day and I'll be quick and honest, I haven't stopped thinking about you for a second… to the point where…” he laughed softly, “shit, I'm so fucking hard, would you touch me?”
Every word quickened your heart, you knew it was Drunk Han by the boldness and flirting, he flirted often when he got tipsy, but he had never asked for such a thing; you opened your eyes and swallowing saliva, you looked down at his erection… in the last few minutes you had fantasized about his cock as much as you never did in their years of friendship, why now, why, why, you wondered, you didn't want to, you ignored him, treating him crazy, knowing he wouldn't remember anything anyway, wouldn't remember that you didn't want to touch him, just because you wanted to convince yourself not to, not to cross that line, but your insides burned, wanting his cock to be buried in your wet pussy, sliding down your puffy walls.
“Please, please do it, touch me please, I need you” he begged as you had never heard him beg before.
Finally, you turned to look at him, your heart pounding, you watched his big round eyes, all of him, poorly lighted for the dark night, still you distinguished the gleam in his eyes, begging you, so needy it made your pussy lubricate more. You moved closer to his ear, not sure he can be conscious of formulating a good answer and said:
“How do you want me to touch you if we are in Changbin's car?”
“Just do it like this” he quickly replied, taking your wrist to direct your hand to his cock.
Another prick in your pussy, he was hard, so hard you could feel through his pants, Han moaned, enjoying the sudden friction and pressure of something on his cock, finally. You weren't sure whether to continue, but you thought fuck it all, it felt so good, along with Han's sweet, soft moans getting lost amidst the loud music of Changbin's car.
You bit your lip and continued, you stretched out your whole hand, pressing and feeling his whole erect member on the fabric of his pants, you squeezed and stroked it, your insides on fire, wanting to get on top of him rubbing yourself until you cum, but your mission was to make him cum, every part of your body trembled with excitement and sexual desire, never taking your eyes off Jisung, and your hand on his erection, he never shut up, you never thought your little friend would be so vocal about being sexually pleasured, you never thought of him sexually to begin with. Jisung cum in his underwear as he enjoyed every second of your hand stroking his cock, he cum so well that he let out a loud, muffled whimper that got Changbin worried.
You were barely smiling with satisfaction, when Changbin turned down the volume of the music and said, “Did you guys say something?”
You denied quickly and innocently, as if he could see you in the gloom, guiltily, like a small child who was about to be discovered playing a prank.
“No” you replied.
Han was catching his breath, unable to think of anything else but his orgasm and the feel of his penis somewhat sticky from his freshly ejaculated semen.
“Mmm, okay” Changbin added, “will you stay at Han's place or do you want me to drop you off at yours… although it would be better for me if you stay with Han, I'm almost there…”
Oh no, you thought, how were you supposed to go with Han, you wanted to go to your place and forget about the heat of the moment, but Han stepped forward to say, almost breathlessly:
“She'll stay at mine.”
“Fine” Changbin replied, turning up the music and leaving you no chance to argue your answer.
You noticed how Changbin was already pulling into the area of Han's apartment building and you felt so bad about touching Han in his car that you didn't even want to say anything else to him.
“Now let me help you” whispered Han in your ear.
His hand caressed your thigh and slowly went up while his face was still very close to yours; his hand reached your panties, making Jisung smile sideways.
“But what a naughty girl, you were seriously walking around only in your panties? Who do you think you are?”
You didn't answer and let yourself be carried away by his caresses on the fabric of your panties, gently stroking your folds, tickling you and bringing you to levels of desperation you never knew existed in your body. Han reached your clit, pressing it hard making you let out a soft squeal, he enjoyed it, the libido winning out over his drunken state and making his cock hard again, Han was so hungry to undress you, but even drunk, he knew he was with his other friend nearby. Finally, after torturing you by caressing you on the fabric, he found a way to pull the cloth away from your panties and finally stroke your bare and needy pussy, feeling his fingertips brush across your labia and refocusing on your very sensitive spot. You also returned to stroking and squeezing his erection, stimulating it. Han began to play with your clit, making you wet and causing you to tremble a little, you were so desperate that you would explode at any moment, you needed him filling your pussy, but for the moment his sweet, gentle and now and then slightly rough movements on your clit were enough to make you reach orgasm, closing your legs a little by reflex as you felt your fluids slipping from inside you. Han smiled, broadly, sliding your orgasm past your labia and ready to keep touching you; he was so close to his second orgasm, but you both felt Changbin's car pull up.
“We're here!” he announced, slightly happy to be getting rid of you for now.
You both took your hands off each other quickly and sheepishly thanked Changbin, getting out of his car and walking into the building where Han lived. You felt so embarrassed, every step you took you felt the sogginess of your vagina rubbing against your panties and Han had to go inside, watching his trusted employees, trying to hide his erection.
Once inside you waited for the elevator, Han staggering nervously and a little drunk, as you entered you realized you would be alone and, wasting no time, you pounced on him, savoring his sweet round lips, in passionate but agile kisses, tracing each other's body in desperation, feeling on your chin the slight roughness of his chin from his freshly shaved beard. You glued your body to his, feeling his erection, you had never felt this good, you were sure he would feel better than any other single guy you had ever slept with, he was your sweet and fun Han, you couldn't wait to jump on his cock once the elevator doors opened and took you straight to his apartment. And, finally there, Han awkwardly separated from you, quickly and abruptly undressing himself, causing you to tenderly giggle, you couldn't help but think he looked cute, but your smile was erased once he pulled down his pants and underwear, exposing his pink-tanned cock. You watched him closely, from his penis, moving your gaze upward running along his marked abs and pecs, you were dumbfounded, realizing that you were really fucking your friend. Your body heated up again and, before Han could say anything, you stripped off your dress and underwear.
“Fuck…” he whispered.
Jisung couldn't believe if it was a dream, or if the alcohol truly worked magic, he never thought he was capable of getting past you with more than innocent glances and small compliments…. and now he was there, his cock throbbing at your naked image, he gasped and you had no choice but to get down on your knees to take his sensitive cock with its tip dripping his glistening precum, you wanted his cock everywhere on your body, hitting your face, between your tits, in your mouth, in your pussy, his cock was just as attractive as he was and you were sure it would fit perfectly in every nook and cranny of your core.
He looked down at you from above, expectant and incredibly aroused, you started stroking his cock, feeling every texture of his member, from his slippery pink tip to his balls, you smiled as you heard him moan, you stuck out your tongue, stimulating his glans to see him quiver and finally, you took his cock with your mouth, rubbing it in every corner of your cavity, savoring every inch of your sweet friend. Jisung grabbed your hair, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, unable to believe how he was still standing and not fading away, it had been a long time since he had been sexually pleasured, let alone in the wonderful way you were doing it now.
You sucked hard on his cock, your head in a steady motion and pace, fucking his cock with your mouth as he kept moaning and babbling your name, your pussy was soaking wet, you were begging for action and attention down there, your whole body screaming it, but you were so focused on the way Jisung's glans hit all the way to the bottom of your mouth with ease, his throbbing muscle colliding with your tongue and, after an internal struggle, Han cum in your mouth, causing him to whimper, feeling with immense relief, him savoring the orgasm and you his hot cum in your mouth, thinking that from that night maybe nothing would ever be the same again but you would fuck him so well anyway.
You stood up, moving closer to him and kissed him, blending his cum in your mouth, boldly touching his tongue, rubbing both your sexes, your breasts with your hard nipples and just bringing both your bodies together because of the closeness.
“C'mon, Hannie” you said smilingly, taking hold of his wrist and leading him to the couch in his living room, you were excited enough to go all the way to his room.
You pushed Han slightly so that he fell onto the couch and finally positioned yourself on top of his lap, taking his cock with one hand while leaning on his shoulder with the other, he looked so fucking good, his big eyes wide open, darker than usual, full of lust, his smoothly exercised body… you never thought he'd be the first of the eight you'd fuck first and there you were, settling his glans at your entrance and letting yourself fall slowly, sliding his erect cock into your wet insides as you so desired from the first hot whimper you heard come out of his mouth in that backseat.
You let yourself fall all the way down, gasping at the sensation, his cock being hugged by your walls had him a mess, a very needy and horny one; you stirred your body on his cock, jerking your body, rubbing your dripping wet pussy on his testicles, enjoying feeling perfectly filled for a moment. Han couldn't help himself and grabbed your breasts, fondling and squeezing them, you knew Han was… a guy who enjoyed tits more than anything. And you moved, his rigid length sliding into your core, you moving to get the perfect penetration at your pace as he kept playing with your tits.
“Fuck, y-you feel so good, oh, my” gasped Jisung, unable to speak clearly, lost in the softness of your walls performing a series of steady, frenetic movements as you bit your lip, panting and in concentration.
You rested and pushed with your hands on his thighs, but you were both so close to orgasm, you felt his cock swell inside you and Han groaned as he felt your walls suffocate his cock more; you kissed him before accelerating your movements, jumping endlessly, exhilarated, quickening your orgasm, your whole body tensing until you released in your sweet climax, allowing your body to expel every sexual pressure built up, spilling your fluids on your friend's cock.
“Mmm, fuck, I'm gonna cum too” warned Han whimpering.
Han squeezed your breasts hard and cum inside you too.
You mumbled a small mmm as you felt all your insides wet, full and slippery, still with his cock inside you, you dropped your body on Han's shoulder, trying to calm your heart rate.
And who would have thought, all that happened and Jisung only had two drinks and one shot of tequila.
summary: Jisung knew it would be hard to act normal around you ever since he met you, because, in his mind, there is only one thing...
♡ pairing: han jisung x fem!reader ᛝ genre—warnings: smut, handjob, mention of masturbation, needy!jisung, slight dirty talk, pet names, minho's there being jisung's bff lol, slow burn sooorry ᛝ word count: 6.1k
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wen’s note: a tiny ficcc, warm it up a little for the 40,000 jisung fic, ig (im doing so, im the spongebob sighing meme)
Jisung knew you would be the cause of many of his problems from the moment he met you. Right there, at his best friend’s father’s wedding, whose news was as unexpected as your arrival in his life.
“Um, do you have anything to do on Saturday?” his friend and roommate asked him.
It was a casual Wednesday, and they were both having breakfast before heading off to work. Minho had just finished his morning run and taken a shower. Jisung was eating some not-so-round pancakes he had cooked.
“Hmm, I don’t think so, why?”
Minho took a sip of his orange juice, completely relaxed. “My father is getting married this Saturday. You should come to the wedding. I’m going to choose my suit today.”
Jisung opened his eyes wide and looked at Minho in surprise at the news.
“Oh, my God, Minho, why are you telling me this now?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know, dude. I just found out myself.”
Of course. Jisung was used to that kind of attitude from Minho, always mysterious, nonchalant, and then suddenly dropping all the info.
“How’s your mom?” Jisung added.
“She’s living her best life. She’s on a Eurotrip right now.”
And then, the day came. The nice and pretty wedding day. That’s where he met you. Jisung had noticed you before, the pretty girl carrying a bouquet, whom he assumed was a bridesmaid. But until then, it was just a passing thought.
Until Minho introduced you. Minho found it strange. He had been an only child his whole life and loved his parents; they had separated on good terms years ago and... now, his old man was very happy with his new life and wife, about whom he enthusiastically told Minho that his new wife had a daughter... so he would finally have a younger sister.
Minho immediately thought of a little girl, between the ages of 10 and maybe 17. But no, his new little sister was anything but little. She was younger than him, yes, but that didn’t change the fact that she was already in her twenties, a college student... painfully quite attractive for his taste, by the way.
Then it happened during the event, when suddenly, nothing new—Minho blurted out, almost to kill the boredom of sitting there.
“Hey, Jisung. Come here. I want you to meet my new sister,” Minho shook his arm.
Jisung was quietly eating a snack he had taken from the dessert table when his friend’s comment took him by surprise. “What?” he replied.
“Ilyoung has a daughter, and my father insists that I treat her like my new sister,” Minho said, standing up from his chair. “Come on. She’s hot.”
Jisung chuckled. “Isn’t that a little weird thing to say?”
He followed Minho without complaining or questioning anything, as usual, and practically let himself be dragged to the table where you were sitting. And that’s when saying you were hot wasn’t enough. You took his breath away right away.
Minho was proud of Jisung; he was his best friend and like the brother he never had, so he always took him everywhere, showed him off, and introduced him to everyone in his circle. And now, there was no doubt that you, the daughter of the woman who married Minho’s father, were part of his circle.
Besides, Minho brought Jisung because he was amused by how nervous his friend got around an attractive girl. Plus, he also wanted to tease you a little, after all... now you were stepsiblings, right?
Minho had only met you a month ago. You talked and knew little about each other, but there was still a certain tender trust between you, as you both wanted the best for your parents. Still, every time you saw Minho, you couldn’t help but think he was so damn handsome.
“Hey, Y/N,” you heard Minho’s voice and turned to look at him. Next to him was an attractive guy with a shy smile. “This is my roommate and friend, Han Jisung.”
You smiled broadly and stood up to greet him. You thought that now everything made sense. You also thought about how handsome Minho looked in a suit, but your attention was focused on the new guy you had just met.
“Nice to meet you, I’m... Ilyoung’s daughter, Y/N,” you replied cheerfully.
“Nice to meet you,” Jisung replied sheepishly, smiling.
Minho smiled mischievously at the situation, as he already knew how nervous his friend was with even the slightest interaction. And in his mind, yes, Jisung didn’t know how to act around you right now.
For your part, you didn’t know whether to say it, but you did anyway, since you really didn’t care.
“So you’re Han Jisung, huh? Your father has told me a lot about you,” you spoke in a playful tone.
You gently pointed at Minho, talking about his father, but Jisung didn’t notice, and you stared intensely at Jisung, making him even more nervous, something in you loved making him that way. His voice was uncertain, his posture tense, and his eyes wide. He was too handsome to be so awkward. You loved it, his reaction contrasting perfectly with his broad, muscular arms. His face was still tenderly attractive, a little boyish... but that thick voice and rough texture on his freshly shaven chin told you he was a man.
“M-my father?” Jisung stammered.
“No, not your dad, silly. I don’t know him,” you giggled. You could tell he was nervous, and you thought it was cute. “Minho’s dad. He said he thought you two were gay.”
Jisung blinked in confusion, not expecting that kind of comment. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard it... it wasn’t that he didn’t find Minho attractive, but they just weren’t that kind of friends. Jisung was about to deny it when Minho playfully stepped forward, taking Jisung by the waist and pulling him close to his body.
“Well, he’d better start to believe it’s true,” the older joked and turned to Jisung, coming within inches of his cheek. “Isn’t that right, honey?”
Jisung laughed nervously, his face red, not believing that Minho was playing around like this right in front of you.
“He’s just playing...” he said between giggles, trying to break free from Minho.
“I don’t think he is...” you added amusedly, raising your eyebrows.
After that, Jisung couldn’t stop thinking about you. He dreamed of the day when Minho would invite him to a family event so he could see you. But two weeks passed since the wedding and he heard nothing more from you.
Jisung was resigned to letting you go. He was too cowardly to talk to you on social media; he didn’t even know how to act when you met.
And everything dropped like a dream come true, and his downfall at the same time. All the same. At a random and quiet moment of the day, Minho suddenly blurted out casually:
“Do you remember Y/N? My dad is really pushing this sibling situation, dude, so... she’s coming to live with us temporarily until she finds an apartment, is that okay with you?”
It was more than okay. But still, you made him so nervous.
At first, it was like an innocent crush, and during the first few weeks, you were a little shy. You were working because you were on summer vacation and were going to graduate the following year, so your mother offered to help you find an apartment... but in the meantime, of course, you could stay at Minho and Jisung’s house. And you accepted. You would live with 2 attractive men, how could you say no?
All Jisung could do was swallow nervously whenever you were around. You talked little, looked at each other a lot, and often exchanged meaningful glances. You liked each other, without saying anything; but you knew that Jisung would never make the first move, so you kept it that way for a while, staying close, teasing him and flirting with him. Going to his room next to yours, asking him to teach you how to play the guitar... all those little things that made his heart race.
It was only after two weeks that you finally felt at home, living under the same roof as two men and 3 beautiful cats that you adored and taked cared of—whom they sleep with you sometimes, making Minho jealous; you started wearing more comfortable clothes, thin cotton shorts around the house, no bra, sleeveless tops with cleavage... just to get Jisung’s attention, and it worked like a charm. You had turned him into a ruthless pervert who couldn’t stop fantasizing about you, now in an open and purely sexual way. Although in the process, you caught the occasional glance from Minho, too.
Jisung felt pathetic in your presence. He wanted to get closer to you... but a phrase from Minho kept running through his head. “Jisung... I hope you don’t mind Y/N’s living here. I thought that—since you and I are almost like siblings, she might feel the same way, don’t you think?”
That sentence didn’t help Jisung at all. It made him feel disgusted when he looked closely at your bare thighs and your nipples hardening through your top.
But he knew what Minho meant. It was true. He had to treat you with respect... but even the perfect Minho forgot all that the moment you shyly asked permission to swim in the pool on a hot weekend.
Minho said yes. He even offered to go get some beers and cook something... it had been a long time since he had relaxed like that. And Jisung, like a coward, refused to stay with you, where a million things could have happened once you were alone... because you both wanted each other, you were impulsive, and he found it difficult to control himself around you. So he just accompanied Minho to the store.
Everything was going well, but when they returned, they were both stunned to see you swimming so beautifully, the sun making your skin glow. They both stood there speechless, breathing heavily, just admiring you. And when you noticed their presence, because you strangely felt like you were being watched, you got out of the pool, dripping wet and wearing a very tiny pink bikini.
Both Jisung and Minho admired your figure shamelessly, from your wet hair, your breasts, your hard nipples, the bikini bottom clung so tightly it left little to the imagination, and your wet, shiny thighs. You knew they were watching you, but this time you felt a little shy, as you didn’t expect to cause a reaction in Minho, although it didn’t bother you at all. You had to admit that you liked having their attention; maybe in the future, you’ll be wicked enough to seek Minho’s attention and intense gaze too, not just Jisung’s, after all, you’ve always been attracted to your very handsome and older stepbrother.
“I can’t believe you had this pool and never used it! Come on! Let’s go swimming!” you invited them cheerfully.
The two men snapped out of their trance. Jisung cleared his throat and Minho let out a mischievous, nervous chuckle, not believing that he had thought that way about someone he struggled to consider family, but he had to admit that you must be a very sweet and cute woman in bed. Perhaps obedient and naive, since you were young, and that aroused more than one emotion in Minho.
On the other hand, Jisung needed more than a moment to get into the pool. He was so turned on. And it had happened before, long nights when he whimpered silently, masturbating in his bathroom to muffle the noise, and all he could think about was you…
And your gaze was still fixed on him, so it wasn’t that hard to notice how stiff his cock was. Your throat suddenly felt so empty. If it were up to you, you would help him right there to get rid of his erection and make him cum… the thought made you sigh and your pussy throb with desire.
Jisung sneaked away, saying he was going to change his clothes. But now he had another motivation when he saw your almost half-naked body. So, he locked himself in the bathroom of his room again, urgently pulled down his pants and underwear, and moaned as he felt his hard cock wiggle freely.
He grabbed it, pulled it out, and began to pleasure himself, holding back moans and closing his eyes tightly. He was so desperate, and he knew that when it came to you, it wasn’t just a simple erection that could soon be calmed down; no, he had to cum.
Jisung fantasized about you, and when he came, holding back a whimper and biting his lip hard, he felt guilty as his semen stained the floor and his hand. He felt so weak, like a foolish teenager masturbating to the image of a girl in a bikini. But that was exactly how you made him feel.
He cleaned himself up and went out, breathless. Pretending everything was fine.
“What took you so long? Were you taking a shit?” joked Minho, who was preparing everything to cook on the grill.
So, you had a little fun. Minho wore a long-sleeved shirt at the pool to avoid getting a tan, but Jisung went in without one, leaving you breathless and completely flustered. You were going to flirt and tease Jisung after finding out he had an erection, but seeing his abs left you stunned.
You had already fantasized about his very attractive and tempting figure. You were surprised that someone with a shy and tender image hid all that under his clothes. However, you could tell that he took care of his body, since you knew that they both went to the gym and that Jisung’s pecs and arms were exquisitely defined when he wore a simple T-shirt, but seeing him finally without it, seeing his skin, made you so horny. Not to mention the details of his tattoos on his body. You couldn’t believe that someone as simple as you made him so nervous.
All that time, you were the one who was a bundle of nerves. You wanted him so badly, and the thought that he probably had to calm that erection down by himself made you subtly wet.
When night fell, you finally decided to get out of the pool. You helped them tidy up a bit, throw away the beer bottles, clean the patio table, and then you went to your room to take another shower and put on fresh, comfortable pajamas.
When you were ready, you went to the living room and found the rest of the house silent. Jisung and Minho were also showering and getting ready for bed, so you sighed and threw yourself on the couch, shamelessly using all of Minho’s streaming platforms in search of something to watch.
But you couldn’t stop thinking about Jisung. The real entertainment you wanted to watch was probably naked, looking exquisite, as he soaped his very sexy body... and of course, you couldn’t leave Minho behind.
They came downstairs at almost the same time, first Minho, wearing his silky pajama set very comfortably, while Jisung wore something more cozy and relaxed, like gray pants and a white T-shirt. They smelled nice, and their hair was semi-dry and a little messy.
“She’s taking over the house, and now the TV!” Minho joked, snatching the remote control from you.
“Hey! Don’t act like you don’t have TVs in your rooms,” you protested.
Minho plopped down on the left side of the sofa next to you and changed the movie.
“Yeah, but I feel like watching TV in the living room, what’s wrong with that? And I already told you to watch your honorifics with me,” he teased.
“Oh, I would never call you oppa, Minho. Get a grip. Well, at least choose a good movie so I can watch it, too,” you playfully hit his arm.
Minho rolled his eyes. He was tired of you being a rude brat who spoke informally to your seniors, but what could he do? Then a small smile appeared on his face, his gaze fixed on the TV as he pointed the remote control at it.
“I’m going to put on anime,” he replied with a mischievous chuckle.
“Oh, god! Please, don’t!”
Jisung was still standing there, smiling at the tender scene and the dynamic between you and Minho.
“Oh, sit down, Jisung, please,” you asked him kindly when you saw that he was still there.
“He’s older than you...” Minho almost whined in a warning.
“Jisung-oppa,” you corrected to provoke Minho.
“Oh, well, I see. He’s your only oppa. Ask him to buy you things, then,” he replied, playing along.
Jisung cleared his throat nervously and had no choice but to sit next to you, since you were right in the middle of the sofa. Jisung found that comment strange... did Minho buy you things? But he remained silent on the matter.
As soon as you felt each other’s closeness, your breathing quickened. He, because of his shy nature... you because you remembered how hard he had been a few hours ago, just seeing you wet in your bikini. Your thoughts kept going back and forth, telling you that you could be wet in a different way for him, that you fantasized about seeing him cum.
Minho kept looking for a movie, not noticing that Jisung was discreetly starting to look at your body. Your breasts brushing against that thin, soft top, your bare tights, your sweet face asking to be cradled and kissed. Oh, to kiss your lips, Jisung thought.
You shifted gently, smiling inwardly, knowing that he was still watching. But when Jisung felt the arousal descend upon every part of his highly sensitive area again, he decided to look away, or he would end up getting hard again.
Finally, Minho chose a movie, a horror film. Jisung was able to endure the first five minutes; he wasn’t that hard, but the sensation bothered him. Then, two of Minho’s adorable cats climbed onto their laps, and Jisung tried to calm down, gently petting Doongie, but as soon as you decided to join in and brush his hand while also petting the sweet cat, it was his undoing again.
But it wasn’t just Jisung who felt uncontrollably aroused; you began to feel that way too as soon as you saw his manly hand run through Doongie’s soft fur. You almost moaned in frustration, feeling envious of the sweet cat, wishing it were you that Jisung was stroking so lovingly.
You leaned back on the sofa, feeling suffocated, highly aroused—every muscle in your pussy throbbing and lubricating on its own—you were alone and helpless. What could you do? And your overwhelming sensation worsened as soon as you saw Minho too... his hand was also very manly and veiny; you wanted to go crazy thinking that you wanted both of his hands on you. Now.
So you shifted uncomfortably, feeling the closeness of both of them, but unable to do anything. But the more you moved gently, the more you provoked Jisung, your thighs rubbing against his, your nipples hardening softly...
At that point, he was at his maximum point of stiffness, the sensation overwhelmed him, so he abruptly wanted to get out of the situation by saying:
“Mmm... I’ll go get some popcorn. I’ll get two bags.”
It was the first thing that came to mind, and his excuse. Minho said nothing, didn’t even turn to look at him, but you did.
Jisung gently picked up Doongie, almost wanting to hide his erection with the poor cat, and put him down on the sofa. But it was impossible to hide it. Not for you, who was aware of every detail. Your mouth watered, and not exactly because of the idea of snacks with a movie.
Jisung went to the kitchen, leaned against the island, and let out a sigh. He even washed his hands, feeling dirty. He felt helplessly aroused. Every part of him was bristling, his heart was beating fast, and he barely touched your hand... he couldn’t believe it was possible.
You didn’t think twice. As soon as he walked away, you said to Minho:
“I’ll go get snacks too.”
And you stood up, looking for a moment alone with Jisung. You knew what you would do. That today, you would take a small or a very big step.
Minho didn’t pay attention to you, grumbling half-heartedly as he was too comfortable petting Soonie.
And you went into the kitchen, finding Jisung with his back to you, staring into space at the other end of the room, opposite where the microwave was.
Jisung was slightly startled when he heard your voice and slowly turned around. He was rethinking his very existence, even though he still had a hard-on.
“Huh?” he replied, casually putting his hands in his pockets, to hide his bulge. “Ah—ah, yes, the popcorn.”
You raised your eyebrows slightly, inviting him to do it. Jisung swallowed nervously as he had to come closer to you to do so. But he accepted his fate and did it. You stood there, watching him innocently as he walked toward you and stretched out his arm to reach the cabinet and take out the popcorn. You bit your lip subtly as his arm was so close to your face.
You wanted to make it as gentle and subtle as possible. But you couldn’t resist any longer.
“Can I help you with anything?”
Jisung looked at you confused and tried to act nonchalant, doing what he was doing, putting the popcorn in the microwave.
You looked him up and down, stopping your gaze on his cock outlined in his sweatpants, which looked very appetizing. You couldn’t find the right words to tell him that... maybe when Minho went to sleep, you and him could fuck and that you could wait for him in your room.
“Help?” he cleared his throat. “With what?”
A big, mischievous smile appeared on your face. Your pussy throbbed with daring and you felt your face burn slightly.
“With the very hard problem in your pants.”
Jisung took a deep breath, not believing what he heard, almost not feeling it was real, but he knew exactly what you meant as soon as you pulled the elastic of his sweatpants and gently rubbed his erection.
He took a step back abruptly. Jisung was shocked, opening his eyes wide in fear and looking at you with a very stern and judgmental gaze, as if he hadn’t been dreaming of this moment for quite some time.
“Y/n!” he exclaimed indignantly, but he was fascinated.
Your smile widened and you let out a giggle. You had finally confessed to him and now there was no turning back.
You slowly approached him, while he stood there, petrified, trying to process what was happening; with two of his most sensitive areas throbbing intensely, both his penis and his heart, and the reason was you.
“Oh, come on, Jisung,” you cooed. “Are you going to pretend you haven’t been walking around the house with your hard cock... like a fucking pervert every time you saw me? Because I’m tired of pretending I don’t want you to take it out and use it right now. Fucking me hard here in the kitchen, in the pool...” you drawled, your voice low and lazy but seductive. You leaned your body toward him, brushing your chest against his to continue to allure his senses, purring in his ear, “You think I don’t notice how hard you are for me, huh? I wonder how many times you’ve masturbated... what you think about... and you know what? I’ll always be here to help you, you don’t have to touch yourself alone, from now on...” You stroked his cock through the fabric of his sweatpants, making him moan. “I can make you cum.”
Of course you could make him come. You could do it without even touching him, and his cock would throb in orgasm, releasing every drop of his very guilty semen. You had that power over him.
Jisung was trying to process how all those vulgarities suddenly came out of your mouth, but he loved it, he loved it so much that you were finally touching him, he needed it, he was so desperate for you.
“Bu—but Min—Minho is in the living room...” he stammered with difficulty.
You slowly pulled away from him to gaze at his sweet, attractive face while you gave him pleasure, and you raised your eyebrows, bit your lip, and were surprised that he was finally letting himself go. He had accepted it.
“Ahh... Hannie, so you want me to make you cum?” you teased him.
You squeezed his bulge, and he let out a restrained moan in response. He nodded energetically. His entire penis ached so pleasantly, it was a sensation that overwhelmed him and filled every part of him, almost causing him to lose his train of thought.
“Yes—yes... but, Min—”
Jisung whimpered between gasps as soon as you pulled down his sweatpants and began to stroke him through his boxers. You were impatient. He moaned loudly enough to be silenced by you, and he held on to the kitchen counter with one hand. He was so weak and surrendered to you.
“Sshh, Jisung. Keep it quiet. If Minho doesn’t hear anything suspicious, he won’t have to come here... Now, how about this deal...” You finally pulled down his boxers, revealing his very erect and dripping cock. You held it and visually feasted on it. It was slightly thick, veiny but smooth and absolutely flushed, tip so needy and dripping that you almost got on your knees to slurp him out. Your breathing quickened and your core began to throb with desperation—long, hard pulses, practically screaming for Jisung’s cock to fill it. “If I help you a little right now. I’ll make you cum and then... you can make me cum later, is that okay?”
Jisung nodded, his vision blinded by desire and the beautiful sight of you right in front of him.
“Yes—yes, mm...”
Jisung began to writhe in pleasure, his cock being pumped in the middle of the kitchen, the place filling with the smell of popcorn, the sound of them, pop, pop, and his soft, desperate grunts.
“Are you going to come to my room tonight and fuck me?” you asked sharply, so excited by the idea.
“Mmm, y-es—yes, princess, I’m—mm going to fuck you tonight. A-are you going to wear something cute for me?” Jisung gasped.
You continued to masturbate him, your right hand feeling and reveling in all his slick texture, running along his entire length, inch by inch, caressing his dripping tip, smearing his pre-cum all over his stiff shaft, while your left hand delicately cupped his warm balls, playing subtly with them. You could feel his cock stimulated, from base to tip, throbbing in desperation.
You bit your lower lip. You, too, were making a wet mess down there. You loved every needy expression on Jisung’s face, and even more when he listened to you talk... it was as if his cock throbbed to the sound of your voice, your sultry whispers talking dirty to him.
“Mmm, yes. I’ll wear my prettiest lingerie sey, would you like that?” Jisung nodded, his eyes beginning to tear up. He would give anything to moan freely and express how good you were making him feel. “And… what are you going to do to me tonight, huh? I’d like to know. Tell me everything.”
Jisung took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and threw his head back. He couldn’t even think clearly. The difference between pleasuring himself and the sensation of your warm, soft hand working on him, without wasting a single damn inch, was so obvious and massive. He wondered, if your hands did it like that—so divine… he couldn’t wait to find out how your wet mouth felt, your lips, the inside of your cheeks, the teasing of your throat, tongue, and teeth around his cock, and of course, your cute, tight, ready pussy for him.
He looked at you again and did his best to tell you what he would never have dared to say in the first place, what he kept deep inside:
“I’m going to eat that delicious pussy of yours. Fuck, I wanna taste you so bad. I want to taste you until you cum and—I want, I want to fuck you so hard for all those times I couldn’t touch you—Oh! Fuck, Y/n—plea-se” he whimpered in desperation.
You smiled happily. You were genuinely happy, it was like playing with a console, pressing, touching, pulling the right places that made him tremble. You loved watching him whimper, moan, and tremble, just for you, and your very naughty hands… pumping his very needy and sensitive area.
“You like that, huh? So… uh, fuck me hard? I never thought you’d be the type to fuck hard, Jisung—”
“I’m going to do it, princess. Fuck, I want to destroy you completely,—fuck, this feelsss sso good, baby. I can’t—” he tried to control himself for a moment. “I want to see your pretty pussy filled with my cock, is that what you want?” he growled subtly.
You blushed immediately, not expecting that, and your genitals trembled at his words, at his rough voice telling you so.
“Mmm, I can’t wait. Do you know how wet I am for you?” You leaned close to his ear again, “I can’t fucking wait for you to use my pussy. I need your tongue to lick me open right now. I need you so bad, Jisung. Wish you were fucking me right now.”
Your needy voice made him twitch. You slowly moved away from him, staying inches from his face.
“I can already imagine how soaked you are, baby…”
“But… we have to do this quickly. You’re going to cum for me, huh, right? We don’t want Minho to find out, do we?”
You played with his cock a little roughly, slapping it a bit, making him whimper. Jisung was on the edge. Almost as close to his long-awaited orgasm, while you just built up your desire more and more.
He nodded submissively again, letting himself be carried away by your every touch. You looked at each other for a few seconds and couldn’t help but join your lips in a hot, seductive, slow, and dirty kiss; lips practically making love, tongues fucking, a kiss so filthy and loud it echoed in the room, between your agitated breaths and lascivious, weak bodies.
When you separated for lack of air, Jisung let out a loud whimper. So fucking hot that you could feel your entrance dilate, begging to be penetrated by him. So beautiful and scandalous that your nipples became erect. Still, you said, with ragged breathing:
“Shhhh… he’s right there,” you said, and he grunted instead, ragged grunts, so close to his orgasm. “Although… I have to confess, Sungie… God, I’d love to hear you moan for me. Are you enjoying it?” you smiled. “You look so needy right now. I wish you could see yourself right now.”
You pulled and squeezed his cock harder, eliciting a completely desperate moan from him. “Ah— yes, yes. You’re doing it so great.”
You increased the pace of your hand, making it faster, more violent, and more frenetic, this time showing him less mercy. You wanted to see his face when he came, as much as you were enjoying his sweet reactions as you gave him pleasure. You lowered your gaze for a second to appreciate the delicious mess that was his highly stimulated and flushed cock. You went a little crazy just looking at it and turned your gaze back to his ecstatic face.
“Oh god, you have no idea how much I want to get on my knees and suck your cock right now... But I can’t, it’s so unfair. What if Minho comes and finds us? Huh, oh Jisung, what will your dear friend think if he sees you like this?”
You began to tease him with a smug smile on your face and with your words in a needy tone. Jisung was so close, and you could feel it. You had complete control over him. The room was filled with the obscenity of your hand rubbing, fucking his cock, and his exasperated sighs.
“Ohh, Y/n, I’m go—” he whimpered.
He didn’t even finish the sentence when you were already feeling his balls twitch and his cock throb more desperately, and finally his orgasm shot out into you. A hot, slow shot, filling your hands with his thick semen.
You smiled contentedly, watching Jisung struggle to release his very messy and loud orgasms.
Your caresses slowed down, softening his explosive orgasm and calming his dick.
In the distance, you could hear the eerie background sound of the horror movie, but it didn’t matter; the two of you were living your own erotic scene right now.
It was all fun, intense stares, heavy breathing, and messy and loud orgasms, until—
“Hey, guys, what are you doing? Why are you taking so long? Did you burn the popcorn?” Minho said, entering the kitchen.
As soon as you heard him, you abruptly pulled away from each other. Jisung opened his eyes wide, feeling his soul leaving his body under pure fright. He quickly turned away guiltily, turning his back on both you and Minho, moaning softly and, with trembling hands, rearranging his still very sensitive cock, gently quivering from the overstimulation, back to his boxers and sweatpants. But it was still a mess; his clothes were stained. Your hands were covered in his cum, and there were even small drops on the floor. You thought it would have been easier if you had just sucked him off in the bathroom and swallowed every delicious drop of his orgasm.
But you were more fascinated by the idea of something risky. And clearly, the risky part was manifesting itself, rather himself.
Luckily, you also had your back to Minho, but you still felt exposed. Your face turned red, and a very mischievous smile spread across your face. You had everything calculated... except for Minho discovering you, although you had already considered every scenario when fucking Jisung under the same roof with Minho there, and honestly, you didn’t care much.
Jisung’s chest was pounding from the sensation of orgasm, and now it was pounding with fear, while you were charged with pure adrenaline... you were still extremely aroused, practically on fire, since all you got was Jisung’s cum in your hands and a very hot kiss. So incredibly horny that if any of them asked you to fuck, you’d strip naked right then and there.
Minho went to check what was going on, innocently, as soon as Soonie moved away from his lap, plus the movie was scaring him. He had nothing inappropriate in mind... other than maybe you were talking... or that Jisung went to his room and you stayed talking to a friend on the phone or something... But he was aware of your flirting game with his friend. Minho was smart in that aspect; he knew it.
But nothing prepared him to see Jisung scared, acting suspiciously as he turned his back.
Minho could immediately sense that something was going on; there was still something in the kitchen that he couldn’t quite figure out.
“What are you doing?” Minho repeated more seriously, narrowing his eyes.
Jisung didn’t dare turn around, and you were still there, standing in the same position as him. Minho felt like he was in a horror movie for a second, walking slowly and stealthily toward you, unable to see your face and receiving no response. As soon as Minho gently touched your shoulder, you had no choice but to turn around to look at him. That brief, silent, uncomfortable moment was killing Jisung.
“Nothing, why?” you replied with a fake smile, like a mischievous child being caught.
Minho blinked in confusion when he saw you and noticed how you tried to hide your hands behind your back, but his reflexes were quicker, holding your wrist with agility and seeing what you were trying to hide. A viscous, shiny, clear white liquid. Clearly semen.
Minho looked at you in shock, his eyes darting from you to Jisung, and exclaimed in horror:
“What. The. Fuck. Is this? Is this cum in your hands?! Han Jisung’s cum?!”
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a/n : have yall seen the clip of stays spraying him w water and he keeps motioning for more???? im so obsessed w gov ball hyunjin oh my god im so sorry this is so short i just needed to get this thought out
“is that seriously all you got baby?” his tone was condescending, his fingers never slowed inside you even as your moans turned to cry’s of overstimulation.
you couldn’t even form words, mouth just stuck open as broken sobs left your lips, your releasing spraying out once again for the third time that night. hyunjins forearms were soaked, a puddle was forming on the bed beneath you from all your previous orgasms that night.
he smirked down at you, “come on babe, you can give me more can’t you?” he cocked an eyebrow and you felt every bone in your body yearning to please him.
you nodded furiously even though your body was twitching in overstimulation, you were determined to squirt one more time for him. anything he wanted.
his fingers were curled just right, never letting that little gummy spot inside of you rest from his constant assault. every time he thrusted his fingers inside your soppy cunt, the heel of his palm caught on your clit pushing you just that much quicker to your next orgasm. you were so sensitive you were sure if he just touched your thigh you’d be cumming again.
“f-fuck-ah! hyunjin! gonna c-cum, please!” you could barely get your words out through your cries of pleasure.
his eyes raked you up and down, taking in your full wrecked appearance, “such a good girl, gonna make a mess? gonna squirt all over me?”
you nodded, unable to get any words out, and instead just gripped the sheets to try and prepare yourself for your orgasm. it came on quick, spraying out and even going as far as the get his abs wet. hyunjin didn’t care about the mess, he had the biggest shit eating grin on his face, his ego sky rocketing with every time you came. your thighs closed in, clenching together and shaking but he was quick to bring a swift hand down and keep them separated.
hyunjin clicked his tongue, as if you closing your legs and taking away his view was the worst thing in the world. the last of your arousal came out in short bursts and your whole body was twitching, he decided to be kind and finally let you rest. when he pulled his fingers out, they were dripping, absolutely coated in your essence. like the teasing little shit he is, hyunjin brought them to his lips and made direct eye contact with you while he sucked them clean.
or: you don't believe that spiderman is real. who would believe that a masked vigilante just popped out of nowhere, started shooting webs and swinging through Seoul saving people, in spandex?? and most of all, you wouldn't believe that said "spiderman" would have any correlation with han jisung, that's just a load of nonsense!
in other words..: look, in jisung's defense, he didnt mean to get bit by a genetically modified spider. but he did, so now he's stuck with the superhuman side effects, a superhero persona, and his roommates constantly covering for him. and hey, he doesn't mind a sprinkle of chaos into his life. he's actually glad he got this alter ego, a version of himself that does good for other people, y'know...saving the city, and one that he can maybe impress you with, since his original self is stuck being your academic rival that you can't stand even if you were paid.
warnings: academicrival!jisung x reader, college au, MDNI!! contains sexual content (the smut is unprompted and is completely self indulgent) inappropriate use of webs, upside down kiss, references from multiple spiderman movies, college slop, group project slop, talks of biotech and robotics that are probably false (research was poorly done), injuries and bloodloss, reader is an academic weapon and doesn't catch a break.
wc: 9.5k | part 1
The final keystroke of your semester project sent a wave of relief so palpable it nearly knocked you sideways.
You slumped back into the couch cushions, arms flopping dramatically at your sides. "Done," you announced, voice hoarse from hours of revision. "We're done."
Jisung, who had been hovering over your shoulder, let out a cheer so loud it startled Chan into almost dropping his phone.
"We slayed that presentation," Jisung crowed, "Like obliterated it. Decimated. Annihilated-"
"Okay, we get it," Changbin interrupted, carrying three boxes of pizza, "But if you don't shut up and eat, I'm finishing your half."
Changbin dropped the pizza boxes onto the coffee table. Chan immediately lunged for a slice, Jisung snatched two before Changbin could even open the second box.
You reached for a slice of your own, the warmth of the cardboard seeping into your fingers as you took your first bite.
The exhaustion of the past seven weeks, staying up late to fine tune every slide, running through practice presentations, arguing over citation formats, finally melted away with the simple act of chewing.
Jisung, usually incapable of sitting still for more than thirty seconds, actually paused between bites, slumping against the couch cushions with a satisfied sigh.
It was strange, how comfortable you’d grown here - how easily you’d slipped into the rhythm of their apartment, their habits, their banter.
When the last slice disappeared, you gathered your things. Jisung, still sprawled on the couch, craned his neck to watch you pack up, and offered to walk you out, as usual, but you waved him off.
the campus pathways were still buzzing with students as it was still around 8pm.
You waved over your shoulder without looking back, calling out a lazy, "Bye, guys," as the dorm door clicked shut behind you.
The evening air was warm and humid, typical for early summer, and you barely made it halfway across the quad when the first fat raindrop splattered against your forehead.
You paused, blinking up at the sky. "You've got to be kidding me," you muttered.
Within a few minutes, your hair was damp, your shirt started clinging uncomfortably to your shoulders.
you continued walking, not that you had any other choice, your shoes making sad squelching noises with each step, when suddenly the raindrops abruptly stopped hitting you.
You blinked, staring at the sidewalk where water still splattered against the pavement mere inches from your feet. Then you turned your head.
Jisung stood beside you, holding an umbrella over your head with one hand while rainwater soaked his other half. raindrops drenched his shoulder, his bangs were slightly damp and clung to his forehead.
you stared at him for a second. he was breathless, chest heaving, "You," you said flatly, "are the least effective umbrella holder I've ever seen."
Jisung grinned, shaking his head like a wet dog and spraying water droplets everywhere. "Excuse you," he said, nudging the umbrella handle toward you. "I ran after you."
You blinked at him, "You-" you started, then stopped, "Why?"
Jisung shrugged, "Because I wanted to," he said simply.
The umbrella was small enough that you had to stand closer than usual to both stay under it. His arm brushed against yours as you walked, making you hyper aware of the unusual proximity.
"You're still getting wet," you pointed out, glancing at the way rainwater still soaked his shoulder that wasn't covered by the umbrella.
Jisung shrugged, shifting the umbrella slightly more toward you. "I'm already soaked. Doesn't matter."
"that's stupid," you muttered, but you didn't step away.
The rain drummed a steady rhythm against the umbrella as you walked, the sound muffling the usual campus noises.
For once, Jisung wasn't filling the silence with chatter, just walking beside you.
"You didn't have to do this," you said after a moment.
Jisung glanced at you, a slight smile forming. "I know."
The simplicity of his answer caught you off guard. You looked away, focusing on the puddles splashing beneath your feet.
A gust of wind sent rain spraying sideways, and Jisung instinctively shifted, angling himself between you and the worst of it. His shoulder bumped against yours, steadying you when you slipped on a slick patch of pavement.
"Careful," he murmured, his hand briefly brushing your elbow before he pulled away.
The rain slowed to a drizzle as you reached the covered walkway outside your dorm building, its roof shielding you from the worst of the weather. Jisung shook the umbrella out with a flick of his wrist, sending droplets scattering across the pavement.
"You didn't have to walk me all the way back," you said, watching as he ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead.
Jisung shrugged, "Would've been rude to leave you halfway."
"at least stay a bit till the rain dies down?" You leaned against the dorm's brick wall beneath the awning, the sound of rain pattering around you both. Jisung nodded, mirrored your posture.
after a moment of silence, "You're shivering," he noted, eyebrows knitting together.
"I'm fine," you lied, crossing your arms over your damp shirt.
Jisung then peeled off his hoodie. The motion made his tshirt ride up slightly, revealing a strip of skin that you very pointedly did not stare at.
"Here, it's less wet than yours" he said, dangling the garment in front of your face.
"you don't have to-"
"Do I have to put it on you myself?"
The mental image made your ears heat. "I'm capable of dressing myself, thanks." You snatched the hoodie, your fingers brushing against his.
The material was a little damp but still held the residual heat from his body as you pulled it over your head.
"There," he said, satisfied, reaching over to adjust the hood where it had caught on your ear. His fingers lingered for a heartbeat too long, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear. "Now you look-"
"Like a drowned rat in your laundry?" you supplied.
Jisung's mouth quirked. "I was gonna say cute, but sure, let's go with that."
You froze.
Jisung seemed to realize what he'd said at the same time you did. His ears turned pink, "I mean- not that you're not usually- I just-"
"You're rambling," you pointed out,
"Yeah," he admitted, uncharacteristically quiet. His eyes flickered to your mouth, then back up.
The rain drummed above you both, creating a rhythm that drowned out everything else.
Jisung leaned in, just slightly. Your pulse kicked up as you tilted your head toward him. His lips parted slightly, and you closed your eyes, inching closer.
Three inches. Two.
Then, police sirens.
Jisung flinched backward, his head whipping toward the sound. your eyes snapped open.
The sirens wailed louder - close, too close - their flashing blue lights reflecting off the wet pavement in erratic pulses.
His entire body tensed, fingers twitching at his sides as if physically restraining himself from bolting toward the noise.
"You should-" His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat, already stepping back. "You should go inside before you catch a cold."
You blinked. "What? No, I-"
"I need to go," Jisung blurted out, already taking another step backward.
"You're leaving?" You gestured at the rain still sheeting down. "In this?"
Jisung hesitated for only a second longer, "I'm sorry," he said, already backing away, "I'll- I'll text you."
And then he was gone, sprinting into the rain without so much as a glance back, his sneakers splashing through puddles as he disappeared around the corner of the building.
You stared after him, the hoodie sleeves dangling over your hands, rainwater dripping from your hair onto the pavement.
"What the hell?" you muttered to no one.
~
The shower barely warmed up before you finished washing off the rain. but the borrowed hoodie made up for it as you towel dried your hair.
Your phone buzzed against the sink counter, screen lighting up with a notification from a news page on twitter. You tapped it absently while tugging the hoodie's sleeves over your palms.
Safety Alert: Vehicle collision near university campus. Avoid area. Emergency responders on scene.
You frowned at the timestamp- eight minutes ago. Right around when those sirens had interrupted whatever that was with Jisung.
Scrolling down revealed tweets already flooding in.
seoullights: SPIDER-MAN JUST WEBBED A CAR FROM HITTING A BUS.
chemmajorhell: did spiderman just yeet a sedan???
strayawayfromme: video proof before yall call cap
You tapped the blurry video thumbnail.
The footage was shaky, clearly filmed by someone sprinting away.
A silver sedan spun out of control toward an intersection. Then - spiderman dropped from nowhere, webbing the car’s front bumper mid skid and yanking it sideways. The sedan screeched to a halt inches from a bus.
The camera panned up, catching Spiderman perched on a traffic light, one arm outstretched with webbing still attached to the car. you could see his shoulders heaving. Then his voice cut through your phone speakers.
“Hey, watch the crosswalk!”
The video froze mid buffering, right as Spiderman swung off the traffic light, but not before you caught the jagged movement, the way his descent stuttered unnaturally.
The camera jerked away, but not before you saw the red blooming across his leg where something, a piece of debris, maybe - had clipped him mid swing.
The next frame showed him stumbling slightly on landing, one hand pressed to his thigh before he forced himself upright.
You stared at your phone screen long after the video had ended, thumb hovering over the replay button.
The timing was too convenient. Jisung bolting the second those sirens blared, Spiderman appearing minutes later, the uncanny similarities in their voices, their mannerisms.
It was ridiculous. Impossible. And yet-
Your fingers twitched toward your messages, halfway through typing "Did you just-" before deleting it with a frustrated sigh.
What exactly were you going to ask? "Did you just stop a car crash as Spiderman?" That sounded insane, even for Jisung.
You tossed your phone onto your bed, where it landed against your comforter.
Outside, the rain had slowed down, occasional droplets tapping against your window.
You peeled off Jisung’s hoodie and held it up, studying it, It was just a hoodie. A dumb, slightly damp hoodie that smelled like his cheap cologne.
You groaned, flopping backward onto your bed and dragging a pillow over your face. "I’m losing it," you muttered to the empty room.
Because no. There was no way.
Han Jisung was not swinging around the city saving people.
He disappeared at weird times, and yes, he had so many unexplained bruises, and okay, maybe his voice did sound eerily similar to Spiderman’s when he was being particularly smug.
but that didn’t mean anything. Coincidences happened.
You were just tired. Overworked. Probably hallucinating from sleep deprivation.
~
days passed.
With the semester project finally submitted, you allowed yourself the luxury of not pulling all nighters for once. sleeping in past sunrise, lingering over coffee in the campus café instead of gulping it down between lectures.
The relief felt like shedding a weighted vest you hadn’t realized you’d been wearing.
But the reprieve from academic stress only left more room for other thoughts to creep in.
You noticed things now.
The way Jisung winced when he stretched too far in class, how he’d disappear mid conversation only to text some excuse his supposed stomach problems.
You pushed the observations aside, each time. It was ridiculous. Coincidental. Probably.
other than that, things between you and Jisung were... fine.
If "fine" meant orbiting each other like awkward middle school crushes, both hyperaware of the almost kiss that neither of you acknowledged.
He still showed up to your shared lectures, but now there was a hesitation in his movements. like he was constantly stopping himself from reaching out to fix your hair or brush a crumb off your cheek.
It was infuriating. And confusing. And maybe a little endearing, not that you'd ever admit it.
Chan and Changbin, to their credit, pretended not to notice the shift. Mostly.
Changbin did once mutter "Just kiss already, Jesus" before, earning a kick under the table from Chan. Jisung had choked, and you’d smoothly pretended not to hear anything.
but at least you have free time now, and actually sleep properly for a change.
but you might've jinxed yourself on that part.
~
you were at a cafe on campus with yunjin, the straw of your iced coffee collapsed with an obnoxious crunch as you sucked up the last dregs, barely listening to Yunjin's enthusiastic rundown of the annual university fair's attractions.
"-and the engineering department is doing a robot battle arena, which sounds lame until you realize they weaponized Roomba vacuums," she was saying, waving a fry for emphasis. "Plus free cotton candy if you donate blood at the med tent, which, morally questionable, but-"
then, a hand clamped onto your shoulder. "You."
Professor Ann’s grip was firm, her manicured nails digging in just enough to make you freeze mid sip.
The head of the biotech department had the presence of a hurricane, and right now, her gaze pinned you to your seat like a specimen under glass.
Yunjin’s fry hovered halfway to her mouth. "Uh,"
Professor Ann didn’t wait for a proper response, just tightened her grip on your shoulder and steered you bodily out of the cafe booth, her heels clicking against the tile floor as she marched you toward the science building. "You’re coming with me," she announced, not bothering to check if you were keeping up.
"Did I fail something?" you blurted out, scrambling to match her stride.
Professor Ann snorted, pushing open the heavy double doors with one hand. "If you had, I wouldn’t be dragging you to help"
She guided you down a hallway lined with framed research posters, stopping abruptly outside a lab door labeled 'Advanced Robotics AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.'
Before you could process the warning sign, she shoved the door open with her shoulder. The lab was chaos, grad students hunched over circuit boards, undergrads scrambling with toolkits, and in the center of it all, looming like a sci fi monstrosity, stood a gleaming exoskeleton suit suspended on a display rig.
Professor Ann clapped once, sharp enough to cut through the noise. "Everyone, this is our missing piece."
A dozen exhausted faces swiveled toward you.
"she," Professor Ann continued, placing a hand on your shoulder, "is going to be the live demo operator for our showcase at the university festival next week."
You blinked. "I- what?"
"The neural interface needs a pilot with your exact cognitive profile," she said.
When you just stared, she sighed and grabbed a tablet off a nearby workstation, thrusting it into your hands. "Look. The suit’s responsiveness correlates with specific neural activity patterns - patterns you happen to excel at based on your neurobiology midterm scores."
The tablet displayed a graph you vaguely recognized from last semester’s lab, except someone had circled your data points in aggressive red marker.
One of the grad students, his lab coat streaked with what looked like motor oil, piped up. "We’ve been testing for weeks, and no one’s synced above 78% compatibility. Your scans hit 94%."
You gaped at the numbers. "That’s… not how brains work?"
Professor Ann waved a hand. "Technicalities. Point is, you’re our best shot at making this thing not faceplant during the demonstration."
A nervous laugh escaped you. "And if I say no?"
She smiled, the kind of smile that made you instinctively take a step back. "Then I reconsider your extra credit eligibility."
well, fuck.
You sighed, already resigning yourself to the inevitable. "Do I at least get hazard pay?"
Professor Ann patted your shoulder "You get bragging rights and a free tshirt."
The grad student handed you a stack of waivers thicker than your biochemistry textbook. "Mostly liability stuff," he assured you, "Also, you don't have to worry about your body strength. The suit does most of the heavy lifting."
You skimmed the first paragraph 'participant acknowledges risk of potential neural feedback, musculoskeletal strain, and/or unforeseen technological malfunction' before sighing and reaching for a pen.
Just when you thought you could get a breather.
~
Preparing for the university fair became the distraction you were grateful for, right up until it wasn’t.
The first few days were almost exhilarating. poring over schematics in the robotics lab, learning how to sync your movements with the exoskeleton’s hydraulic whirs, watching grad students argue over calibration settings.
It was a welcome reprieve from overthinking whatever the hell was going on with Jisung and spiderman.
Then the exhaustion hit.
you’d memorized the suit’s startup sequence faster than the engineers expected, but your hands shook from the overload, and your eyelids felt like sandpaper.
Professor Ann had you rehearsing the demo routine six times a day while undergrads adjusted sensors on your limbs like you were a mannequin. The suit itself was lighter than it looked, but after hours of testing, your shoulders ached from the pressure points, and your calves burned from the assisted jumps.
“You look like death warmed over,” Yunjin sai'd once, plopping down next to you in the cafeteria as you face planted onto the table.
The university fair preparations drained you in ways caffeine couldn't fix. By the fifth consecutive day in the robotics lab, you'd perfected the exosuit's startup sequence to a muscle memory beat - left knee actuator first, then right shoulder stabilizer, then the neural sync pulse that made your vision briefly pixelate. your hands developed a permanent tremor from exhaustion.
The suit's cooling vents whirred against your spine during particularly grueling rehearsals, doing little to combat the sweat soaking through your shirt as Professor Ann critiqued your form for the seventeenth time that hour.
"You're anticipating the jump instead of letting the suit assist," she called from her observation perch, tapping her tablet "It's making your landings sloppy."
You bit back the urge to snap at her, Instead, you wiped sweat from your brow with the back of your hand, careful not to dislodge the EEG sensors plastered across your forehead- and nodded. "Got it. Less anticipation, more... trusting the robot."
"Again," she commanded, tapping her tablet. "From the obstacle course sequence."
The suit whirred to life around you, servos clicking into place as the neural interface pinged your motor cortex with its familiar electric tingle.
You'd gotten used to the sensation, mostly, though the first time it happened, you'd yelped and nearly kneed a grad student in the face.
"Obstacle course sequence initiated," chimed the suit's automated voice, cheerful, like it wasn't about to fling you face first at a plywood wall.
You took off at a jog, letting the suit's augmented strength propel you forward faster than your legs could manage alone.
The first hurdle- a stack of foam blocks- approached. You tensed instinctively, bracing for impact, but the suit's hydraulics kicked in at the last second, launching you cleanly over with a whir that vibrated through your bones.
"Better," Professor Ann called from the sidelines. "Now stop thinking like a human."
wow, real helpful, Ann.
You barely had time to process that utterly unhelpful advice before the next obstacle, a swinging pendulum rigged with pool noodles, came at you sideways.
The suit's reflexes were faster than yours, it twisted your torso out of the way before could.
And then-
A sharp, staticky burst of feedback crackled through the neural interface.
Your vision whited out for half a second, the HUD flickering wildly as the suit's systems stuttered.
You stumbled mid stride, the suit's left knee actuator locking up at the worst possible moment - right as you were supposed to vault over a platform.
Instead of a graceful arc, you faceplanted directly into a crash mat, the suit's weight pinning you like an overturned turtle.
"Ow," you wheezed.
A flurry of panicked grad students descended, poking at the suit's access panels while muttering about "feedback loops" and "neural load thresholds." Professor Ann sighed, rubbing her temples.
"We'll recalibrate," she announced, "Take five."
You lay there for a solid thirty seconds before mustering the energy to roll onto your back, staring up at the lab's lights. The suit's chest plate dug uncomfortably into your ribs, but at this point, you were too tired to care.
Your phone buzzed in the pocket of your leggings, a minor miracle you could reach it with the suit's gauntlets in the way. You fished it out.
A text from Jisung
Jisung: u alive? heard u joined a mecha fight club
You snorted, typing one handed
you: more like a mecha abuse club
Jisung: want me to stage a rescue? chan says we have duct tape
you: rempting. But I think Prof Ann would hunt you down.
Jisung: worth it.
You stared at the message, something warm curling in your chest. another text popped up
Jisung: seriously tho. u look dead in that insta story
You blinked. You hadn't posted anything—
then you get a notification that you were tagged in a story,
You clicked it.
There, in glorious 240p, was a video of you mid faceplant, captioned 'MY FRIEND IS A WARRIOR' with heart eye emojis.
It had been filmed from the lab's observation window, where Jisung, Changbin, and Chan were currently pressed against the glass like overgrown children at a zoo exhibit.
all three of them waved. you barely raised a gauntlet to wave back when professor Ann cleared her throat pointedly behind you. "Break's over."
You sighed, letting the grad students haul you upright as another round of calibrations began.
~
The university festival arrived soon enough. The robotics department had transformed their section of the quad into something resembling a tech expo - neon lit banners flapping over display tables crammed with prototypes, while the exosuit sat center stage.
You stood off to the side, tugging at the suit’s armored collar where it pinched your neck. “Remind me why I agreed to this again?”
Professor Ann didn’t look up from her tablet. “Because you enjoy having a GPA above 4.0.”
Nearby, Changbin materialized with a cotton candy stick the size of a small child. “So,” he said, mouth full of pink sugar, “you gonna, like, punch through a wall or something?”
You rolled your shoulders, or tried to, given the suit’s restrictive plating. "More like gently lift a cinderblock while Professor Ann narrates like it’s a nature documentary."
Changbin nodded. "ohhh, so educational trauma." He tore off a chunk of cotton candy and offered it to you. "Here. Sugar helps with existential dread."
You leaned forward to take it, nearly toppling sideways when the suit’s weight shifted unexpectedly. Changbin steadied you with a snort.
you glanced around, "Where are the other two, anyway?"
Changbin shrugged, mouth already full of another cotton candy bite. "Chan is nearby, dunno where Jisung is tho," He squinted at you. "Why? Miss him already?"
You swatted at him, nearly knocking over a display of mini robot arms. "Shut up. I just figured he'd want front row seats to watch me faceplant in a million dollar death suit."
Before Changbin could retort, Professor Ann clapped her hands. "Showtime! Places, people!"
The stage lights flared to life, nearly blinding you as a crowd of students and faculty gathered around the robotics exhibit.
You swallowed hard, the suit's neural interface tingling at the base of your skull, and stepped into position.
The demo started smoothly enough. You lifted the weighted cinderblocks (Professor Kim’s narration did sound like a nature documentary), executed a series of precision jumps that would’ve shattered your knees without the suit’s assistance, and even managed not to decapitate any bystanders with the suit’s articulated arm extensions. The crowd ooh'ed and aah'ed on cue.
Then came the "surprise" obstacle course segment — because Professor Ann had a thing for theatrics.
You gritted your teeth as the suit’s HUD flashed a new sequence 'evasive maneuvers initiated'.
The first hurdle was easy. The second, a sudden spray of water jets from the stage’s hidden nozzles, nearly sent you skidding into a group of horrified freshmen.
You recovered just in time to hear yunjin yell "STICK THE LANDING!" from the front row, cotton candy clutched in both her hands, closely resembling a cheerleader's pom poms.
And then-
A sharp, staticky burst of feedback crackled through the neural interface.
Your vision whited out for half a second, the HUD flickering wildly as the suit’s systems stuttered.
something was gonna go wrong.
You stumbled mid stride, the left knee actuator locking up just as you were supposed to vault over the final platform. you careened sideways, straight toward the exhibit’s main power grid.
Time slowed.
The crowd’s murmurs faded into white noise as your outstretched hand grazed the power console.
a high voltage power surge triggered a thermal runaway in the main power grid behind the stage. A fire was about to errupt.
Thick, black smoke erupted from the stage’s machinery, fire instantly filling the upper half of the pavilion. Screams erupted as the toxic cloud billowed outward.
"EVACUATE!" Professor Ann bellowed, already herding students back. "fire suppression system engaged!"
The automated sprinklers hissed to life, just as the security shutters began slamming down with a groan, cutting off exits.
You barely registered Changbin being yanked to safety by Chan before the nearest shutter sealed with a final clang, trapping you inside the smoke filled platform.
Alone.
Coughing, you fumbled for the suit’s emergency release, only for the neural interface to shriek another burst of feedback, locking the mechanisms.
The smoke burned your lungs with every ragged breath. Staggering backward, you collided with the half collapsed display behind you-
-just as the ceiling groaned ominously.
You looked up in time to see the steel framework buckling, the entire lighting rig teetering precariously.
"Well," you wheezed, blinking up at the collapsing ceiling through the smoke, "if I'm going to die, at least it's in a multimillion-dollar robo-coffin."
The suit's HUD flickered in agreement, or maybe it was just short circuiting. Either way, not ideal.
The ceiling groaned louder, steel beams creaking under the weight of compromised supports. You squeezed your eyes shut-
-and then something yanked you sideways with enough force to make your teeth clack together.
"Ow," you mumbled against a fabric covered chest as momentum sent you both skidding across the stage floor.
The impact knocked the breath from your lungs, but the arms around you were firm. When you pried your eyes open, the first thing you saw was a familiar red and blue suit sleeve.
Spiderman.
The idiot was holding you so tightly you could feel his heart hammering through the suit’s fabric. Smoke curled around his masked face as he quickly assessed the collapsing pavilion, one arm still locked around your waist.
he launched you both upward just as the ceiling fully gave way. The suit’s weight made the motion clumsier than his usual swings, and you barely had time to register the stomach dropping lurch before his web caught a still intact beam, yanking you sideways out of the debris path.
“Hold on—”
You didn’t get a chance to protest before he was maneuvering you both toward the nearest shutter, where the metal had buckled just enough to reveal a sliver of daylight.
The smoke was thicker here, clawing at your throat as Spiderman braced against the frame, muscles straining as he forced the gap wider with a grunt.
“Go, go, go—”
You barely scrambled free before the framework buckled behind you with a deafening crash. A strangled yelp cut through the noise - cut off too soon. Whirling around, you saw the shutter had snapped shut like a trap, pinning Spiderman’s torso beneath twisted steel. His fingers clawed at the gap, but the mechanism held fast.
"Hey- hey!" You dropped to your knees, grappling with the metal. It didn’t budge. Smoke curled from the seams, stinging your eyes as you yanked harder. "Stop playing dead and help me, you idiot!"
A weak cough answered you. Spiderman’s head lolled against the shutter, mask fogging unevenly with each labored breath.
When you finally wrenched the metal aside far enough to pull him free, his suit tore on jagged edges, revealing a gash along his ribs that oozed crimson down his side.
The exosuit's neural interface screamed warnings at you 'SYSTEM FAILURE, LOCK ENGAGED' but you slammed your forearm against the emergency release with enough force to break. Hydraulics hissed as the plating finally disengaged, clattering to the ground in pieces that probably cost more than your tuition.
You stumbled free just in time to see Spiderman's fingers slip from the shutter's edge.
"Don't you dare pass out on me," you snapped, dropping to your knees beside him. His breathing was ragged, mask clinging to his face where sweat and blood had glued it unevenly. Up close, the tear in his suit was worse - jagged metal had ripped through the fabric, exposing a deep gash that painted his side in alarming red streaks. Your fingers hovered uselessly before finding purchase on his shoulder. "Hey. Eyes open, c'mon"
Spiderman groaned, head lolling sideways. His gloved fingers twitched toward the wound before flopping back down. "'M'fine," he slurred, voice thick with pain. "Just... nap time."
A distant wail of sirens cut through the smoke. Fire department. EMTs. People who would absolutely not ignore a bleeding Spiderman sprawled in the wreckage.You grabbed his wrist and yanked. "Up. Now."
"Ow shit-" He scrambled upright with your help, one hand clamped over his ribs. The motion dislodged his mask slightly, revealing a sliver of bruised jawline you'd seen a hundred times. Your stomach dropped.
You didn’t have time to process it, not with sirens wailing closer, so you hooked his arm over your shoulders and half dragged, half carried him away from the wreckage.
The abandoned greenhouse behind the biology building was your only option - it was nearby, its broken windows and overgrown vines made it the perfect place to hide from the commotion outside.
You kicked the door open with your foot, nearly tripping over a pile of discarded plant trays as you hauled him inside.
Your knees gave out the second the door slammed shut behind you, sending both of you crashing onto the cracked tile floor.
Spiderman slumped against the glass wall with a pained hiss, his face bruised and cut beneath the half displaced mask.
You didn’t think. You grabbed the edge of his mask and yanked it off.
Han Jisung blinked up at you, dazed and bleeding and unmistakably himself.
his breath was laboured, so was yours, both of you struggling to catch your breaths and comprehend what just unfolded in the past 10 minutes.
"I wanted to tell you," he whispered, voice cracking. His fingers twitched toward yours but stopped short, "I swear I did."
The sheer absurdity of it, the late night library rescue, the perfect grades despite the exhaustion, jisung being the city’s savior - it hit you all at once.
Tears pricked your eyes, but a breathless, hysterical laugh escaped your throat. You were crying and laughing simultaneously, completely overwhelmed.
Jisung flinched. "Hey, hey, don’t cry, please don’t cry," he panicked, wincing as he tried to reach out. "Are you hurt? Did something hit you?"
You wiped your face with the back of your hand, "No, you absolute moron, I'm not hurt - you're the one bleeding all over the place!"
He blinked, then glanced down at his side like he’d forgotten about the gaping wound. "Oh. Right." His fingers prodded the edges before he winced and pulled them away. "Huh. That’s... more red than usual."
You grabbed the hem of your shirt , "Future of Robotics" in bold text printed in the center, professor Ann's stupid merch - you ripped a strip clean off with a tear.
Jisung’s eyes widened as you shoved the fabric against his side, pressing hard enough to make him yelp. "Ow-fuck- are you trying to finish the job?"
"Shut up," you muttered, fingers trembling as you knotted the makeshift bandage tight around his ribs.
The white fabric bloomed red almost instantly, but you tightened it further, ignoring his hissed curses. "You’re literally bleeding out, and your first instinct is to make a joke? Typical."
Jisung’s breath hitched when your fingers brushed a particularly nasty bruise. "Not a joke," he managed, voice strained. "Just - really bad at serious moments." His attempt at a grin faltered when you glared up at him, tear tracks still fresh on your cheeks. The humor drained from his face. "...You’re really mad, huh?"
"Mad?" Your laugh came out jagged. "I’m furious. You’ve been- what, swinging around campus this whole time? Letting me think Spiderman was some-some urban legend while you sat next to me?" Your voice cracked. "You let me argue with you about yourself."
Jisung winced. "Okay, when you say it like that-"
"You saved me," you interrupted, hands still fisted in the bloody fabric of his suit. "Twice. And then- what, just went back to making our project like nothing happened?"
His fingers twitched toward yours but stopped short. "I wanted to tell you," he admitted quietly. "Every damn day. But-" He exhaled sharply, wincing as the movement tugged his injury. "What was I supposed to say? 'Hey, by the way, I’m the guy you keep calling a fake on Twitter?'"
"You could’ve trusted me," you shot back.
"I do," he whispered. "More than anyone." His palm settled over yours where it pressed against his wound, "That’s why it hurt so much not to tell you."
The confession hung between you. Outside, sirens wailed, and the distant shouts of first responders filtered through the greenhouse glass.
Your breath stuttered. "You’re an idiot,"
Jisung’s laugh was breathless, pained. "Yeah," he agreed. His free hand lifted, hovering near your cheek. "I'm sorry."
You didn’t let him hesitate. Grabbing his wrist, you pressed his palm to your face. "I won't forgive you that easily," you muttered.
"I know, I'll work for it" he said, thumb wiping a tear away.
and then you leaned down and kissed him.
It was messy, your hands were bloody, his hands were bloody, but his gasp against your mouth was worth every second of confusion. His fingers cupped your face, pulling you closer like he’d wanted to do this for years. Maybe he had.
You broke away first, gasping for air, only for Jisung’s lips to chase yours clumsily, His fingers trying to pull you closer, tugging you back with a whimper that was equal parts desperation and pain.
"Wait-" he mumbled against your mouth, "I think I blacked out for a second- was that real or am I hallucinating from blood loss?"
You laughed, your forehead resting against his as his fingers trembled against your cheek. "It was real," you murmured, breath warm against his split lip. "You're not hallucinating."
Jisung blinked up at you, his lips twitched into a wobbly smile. "Hmm. I dunno." His thumb traced the curve of your cheekbone, "Might need another one, just to make sure."
you leaned in again, kissing him slower this time, letting him memorize the shape of your mouth on his.
His breath hitched when you nipped at his lower lip, and you felt the exact moment his brain short circuited, his grip on your waist slackened, then tightened again. When you pulled back, his dazed expression was priceless.
"...Okay," he breathed, licking his split lip absently. "Definitely real." His gaze dropped to your mouth again, lingering. "Also, wow, we should've done this sooner"
~
30 minutes after dragging Jisung to the greenhouse, Chan and Changbin found you both — Chan’s expression tight with worry, Changbin unusually silent as he took in the bloodied state of his roommate.
They didn’t ask questions. Chan simply slung Jisung’s arm over his shoulders while Changbin handed you his hoodie to cover the torn edges of your clothes. You watched them disappear before you turned toward the chaos of the main campus.
The quad was still swarming with paramedics and evacuated students when you pushed through the crowd. Yunjin spotted you first, her face crumpling in relief as she barreled you into a hug.
You let her fuss, nodding through her rapid - fire questions about smoke inhalation and whether you’d seen the structural collapse, but you offered no answers about where you’d been or who’d pulled you out.
The university issued a formal apology within hours, citing a critical system failure in the exosuit’s neural dampeners, and suspended all related projects indefinitely.
By evening, campus security had roped off the pavilion with yellow tape, and administrators granted you a week’s leave to recover, not that you needed it. Your bruises were superficial compared to the ones hidden beneath Jisung’s hastily bandaged ribs.
Across campus, Chan and Changbin had hauled a barely conscious Jisung back to their apartment through the service elevators, his suit stuffed into Changbin’s bag. They fussed over him like parents, then stitched him up with a first aid kit and a YouTube tutorial.
True to his enhanced biology, Jisung’s wounds closed faster than humanly possible- the deep gash along his ribs scarred over within three days, though the bruising lingered in ugly shades of yellow green.
The university excused his absence with a vague note about "lab accident trauma," which wasn’t entirely a lie.
He spent the first 48 hours sleeping off the worst of the pain, only waking when Changbin force fed him or when Chan changed his bandages.
You told Yunjin everything eventually.
Not the Spider-Man part - that was his secret to share, not yours - but the Jisung part. but you didn’t have to say much.
She wasn’t surprised.
“Oh my god,” Yunjin groaned, flopping backward onto your bed like you’d just confessed to something painfully obvious. “Finally. Do you know how exhausting it’s been watching you two?” she said, “You’ve been making heart eyes at each other since sophomore year.”
and three weeks later, the university had moved on from the festival disaster like any other. The wrecked pavilion was already half demolished, the exosuit project quietly scrubbed from the department website, and Professor Ann transferred to a research branch in Busan under suspiciously sudden circumstances.
the semester resumed, lectures, exams, studying, but for you, everything had shifted.
~
The tap against your window was barely audible- just three quick raps of knuckles against glass, You shoved your chair back with a smile and crossed the room in three strides. The window slid open with a quiet creak, letting in a gust of cool night air.
Spiderman was perched upside down on the fire escape, "Miss me?" he asked, swinging forward until his face was inches from yours.
You hummed, reaching forward to tug his mask down just enough to reveal his mouth, then leaned in and kissed him. His fingers scrambled against your windowsill for purchase, his gloves squeaking against the metal as you grabbed his face and deepened the kiss.
When you finally pulled away, he was breathless, still dangling by his knees, "You were gone for two hours," you deadpanned, but your hands reached for him, fingers curling into the fabric of his suit to tug him inside. He tumbled into your room.
"Two hours and seventeen minutes," he corrected, pulling flowers from behind his back with a flourish. "Which is exactly how long it took to track these down."
The bouquet was… well, it was something. A color cluster of wildflowers, dandelions, and what looked suspiciously like a handful of weeds yanked from a sidewalk crack, all tied together with a web string.
You stared at it. "You robbed a community garden?"
"Rude. I foraged." He shoved the flowers toward you insistently. "Also, I nearly got arrested. Show some appreciation."
You took the bouquet, your nose wrinkling as a ladybug crawled lazily across one of the petals. "They’re… vibrant."
"See? Vibrant." Jisung beamed, rocking onto his toes. "I knew you’d love them."
You snorted, turning to place the bouquet on your desk — gently, because despite the weeds and the ladybug, he’d tried, only to yelp when Jisung’s arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind. His chin dropped onto your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck as he nuzzled into the space just below your ear.
"Admit it," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "You adore them."
You elbowed him lightly, but didn’t pull away. "I adore you" you muttered, then immediately regretted it when his grip tightened and you felt his grin against your skin.
"Knew that, too," he said smugly, pressing a kiss to the side of your throat that made your breath hitch. His hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your ribs through your thin shirt.
"Missed you," he added, quieter this time, lips moving against your throat, tracing a path up to your jawline that sent shivers down your spine.
You twisted in his arms, turning to face him just as his mouth found yours, impatient, he'd been waiting all night for this. His fingers tangled in your hair, tugging just hard enough to make you gasp against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with a low, satisfied hum.
You giggled as Jisung’s lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear. "My roommate’s in the other room," you whispered, leaning into him despite yourself. "She’s sleeping."
Jisung paused, his breath hot against your skin. "Well," he murmured, dragging his mouth lower, "you’ve gotta be quiet then." His hands slid under your shirt, gloved fingers skimming your waist before hands tightened, lifting you effortlessly.
You barely had time to register the movement before your back hit the mattress, his body hovering over yours, "Quiet," he whispered, pressing a finger to your lips, though his own grin made it clear he had no intention of making that easy for you.
His mouth found yours again, swallowing your breathless laugh as his gloved hands slid beneath your shirt, then his mouth drifted lower, biting your lip to stifle a whimper when his teeth grazed your collarbone, lower, his tongue flicked over the peak of your breast through the fabric, and you dug your fingers into his hair, tugging impatiently.
"Jisung" you hissed, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Patience," he murmured against your skin, tho the way his hands trembled as they pushed your shirt up betrayed his own impatience. His lips followed the path of his fingers, kissing down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your shorts. He hooked his thumbs into them, glancing up at you with a look so openly hungry it made your pulse stutter.
"You’re sure?" he asked, his voice rough.
You nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes. Please."
The second the word left your lips, Jisung yanked your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, tossing them somewhere over his shoulder without breaking eye contact, as he settled between your thighs. "You’re so pretty like this," he breathed, his thumbs brushing the inside of your knees, pushing them apart gently. "All worked up just ’cause of me."
Your face burned, but before you could retort, his mouth was on you, his tongue dragging a path that made your back arch off the bed.
You barely stifled a gasp, biting down on your lip as his hands tightened around your thighs, holding you open.
"Fuck," Jisung muttered against you, his voice wrecked, his breath uneven like he was the one unraveling. "Taste so good—"
The words dissolved into a groan when your fingers twisted in his hair, tugging hard enough to make his hips jerk. His answering laugh was breathless, uneven, his lips curving against you as he doubled down, tongue flicking over you in a way that made your legs shake.
his mouth was *relentless, teasing and coaxing until your grip on his hair turned desperate, his mouth never faltering as he swallowed every sound you tried - and failed - to stifle.
"You- ah -I'm gonna-" The warning barely escaped your lips before Jisung's fingers tightened around your thighs, pinning you down as his tongue swirled faster. Your back arched off the bed, a strangled gasp tearing free as you came, his name half choked in your throat.
he didn't let up for a second, dragging out every shuddering pulse until your legs twitched violently against his shoulders, your fingers yanking his head back.
he crawled up your body, wiping his mouth with the back of his glove, still wearing the damn suit, before leaning down to kiss you, deep and so filthy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
you felt him rolling his hips against yours. The fabric of his suit was frustratingly thick, but you could still feel the heat of him pressing against your thigh, "Still with me?" he murmured, nipping at your jaw when you didn’t answer fast enough.
You grabbed his face, pulling him down into another kiss, his breath hitching when you rolled your hips up against him, the friction drawing a ragged groan from his throat.
“Still with you,” you muttered against his lips, your fingers already working at the hidden zipper of his suit. “But this stupid thing needs to go.”
Jisung let you zip the suit down to his waist. The second his bare skin met yours, he shuddered, his hands gripping your waist, “You’re killing me,” he mumbled against your neck.
You reached between you, wrapping your hand around him, and the noise he made sent a thrill straight to your core. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts as you stroked him slowly, relishing the way his muscles tensed under your touch.
“Jisung,” you whispered, “you’re so loud.”
Jisung's head snapped up, his face flushed "I'm" he started, but his protest dissolved into a gasp when your thumb swiped over the head of his cock. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, "oh- fuck," he hissed, his voice cracking.
Jisung’s breath hitched when you tightened your grip, his hips stuttering against your hand. His eyes flickered shut for a fraction of a second before snapping open again, "You-" he started, voice strangled, but you just smirked, slowing your strokes.
"Oh, sorry," you whispered, feigning innocence. "Am I distracting you, Spiderman?"
That did it. Jisung’s fingers clamped around your wrist, wrenching your hands away and pinning them above your head with one hand.
Before you could react, his other hand flicked out - thwip - and suddenly your wrists were bound together by a thin strand of webbing, stuck fast to the headboard. You yanked instinctively, but the silk held firm.
"Cheater," you hissed, glaring up at him through your lashes.
"You started it," he murmured, dragging his free hand down your torso, fingertips skating where you wanted him most. His thumb hooked into the hem of your shirt, tugging it up until the fabric bunched under your bound arms. "Now you get to lie there and take it."
His fingers suddenly dipped into you, curling, and you arched off the bed with a strangled moan. "Told you to be quiet," he murmured, "want me to web your mouth too?".
His fingers withdrew before you could answer back, leaving you clenching around nothing, and you barely had time to whimper before he was lining himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your slick with a filthy, wet sound.
His hips jerked forward once, just a teasing press, enough to make your breath hitch - before he stilled, "Fuck," he muttered, his voice ragged. "Gimme a second - fuck -"
You rolled your hips impatiently, earning a choked groan from him as his grip on your waist tightened. "Jisung," you hissed, nails scraping uselessly against the webbing binding your wrists. "If you don’t move-"
He cut you off with a sharp thrust, burying himself to the hilt in one motion. The noise he made was downright embarrassing, his hips stuttering as he adjusted to the feeling. "God," he panted, his breath hot against your skin. "You feel so, fuck-"
His words dissolved into a groan as he pulled out slowly, only to slam back in with enough force to jolt the bedframe against the wall. You bit down on your lip hard, stifling a cry as he set a punishing pace, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that left you seeing stars.
The webbing held firm, keeping you pinned beneath him as he fucked you with single minded intensity, his breath coming in ragged bursts against your collarbone.
one sharp thrust forced a moan from your lips before you could bite it back - loud, embarrassingly loud - and Jisung’s hand slapped over your mouth instantly, his fingers pressing hard enough to muffle the sound.
"Quiet," he whispered, but his hips didn’t slow - if anything, the pace turned meaner, each snap of his hips deliberate and punishing. "Roommate’s sleeping, remember?"
You whimpered against his palm, your back arching off the bed as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur. his own control fraying at the edges as he fucked you into the mattress.
"Fuck - fuck - you feel so good," he muttered, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. His fingers flexed against your mouth, his other hand gripping your hip hard.
Jisung’s hand slid from your mouth to your throat, his fingers pressing just enough to take your breath away, his thumb brushing the line of your jaw as he leaned down, “Close?” he murmured, his hips never slowing their relentless pace.
You nodded frantically, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps as his cock dragged against that spot inside you with every thrust. The webbing around your wrists tugged taut with every movement, keeping you pinned beneath him, utterly at his mercy.
“Yeah?” he breathed, his hips stuttered, his rhythm faltering for just a second. “Gonna cum for me?” His free hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles that made your back arch off the bed.
You couldn’t answer - couldn’t think - just clenched around him with a muffled cry, your thighs shaking as pleasure crashed over you in waves. Jisung swore under his breath, his fingers tightening around your throat just slightly as he fucked you through it, his hips losing their rhythm entirely as he chased his own release.
"Gonna - fuck - gonna cum too," Jisung gasped, his rhythm faltered completely then, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate .
His forehead dropped to your shoulder with a ragged whimper, his hips jerked forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt. You felt him pulse inside you, his whole body trembling with the force of his release.
Jisung slumped against you, his breath still ragged against your collarbone, his fingers flexing weakly against your throat before sliding up to cradle your jaw instead. His thumb traced the curve of your cheekbone, his touch gentle compared to the way he absolutely rocked your shit just now.
"You okay?" he murmured, his voice hoarse.
You let out a shaky breath, your wrists tugging instinctively against the webbing still binding them. "Pretty sure you just short circuited my brain there," you admitted, your voice equally wrecked.
Jisung let out a tired laugh, his nose scrunched up adorably - adorably, god, when had you started thinking of him like that? - as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek. "Mission accomplished,"
Your wrists twisted slightly against the sticky webbing, the thin silk strands flexing but refusing to give. "Jisung," you muttered, wincing at the dull ache in your arms from being pinned above your head for so long. "This hurts. set me free."
His smile faltered immediately. A flicker of panic darted across his face as he sat up, suddenly nervous. "Uh." He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes. "Yeah, about that."
You narrowed your eyes. "About that?"
"The - uh - the webbing," he admitted, wincing preemptively like he expected you to throw something at him. "It... doesn’t dissolve for, like... an hour?"
Your jaw dropped. "An hour?"
Jisung scrambled upright, his hands flying up in mock surrender "Okay, okay! Before you kill me-" he started, then paused, reconsidering. "When you kill me- I swear I have a solution. Kind of. Maybe."
You yanked at the webbing again, the strands stretching slightly but refusing to budge. "What kind of solution?" you hissed through gritted teeth.
He bit his lip, "So... I've been working on this solvent? For emergencies? Like, if I accidentally web someone who isn't a criminal, or-"
"Jisung."
“Okay, so the solvent is back at my dorm. Which, uh. Isn’t here.”
You stared at him. “You’re joking.”
“I wish,” he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Look, I can swing back real quick-”
“You are not leaving me like this,” you hissed, twisting against the webbing for emphasis. The strands held firm, sticking stubbornly to your wrists and the headboard. “What if my roommate wakes up?”
Jisung blanched. “Oh. Right.” He glanced at the door, then back at you, his expression shifting from panic to something close to amusement. “So... we wait?”
“We wait?” you repeated, incredulous. “Jisung, I am naked and stuck to my own bed.”
“.....skill issue?”
you end up waiting the entire hour. with jisung serving as a very poor distraction to the the ache blooming in your arms and shoulders.
~
The university’s digital bulletin board flickered to life at exactly 9 am, updating the semester’s final rankings. You stood frozen in front of the screen, backpack dangling precariously off one shoulder.
your eyes skimmed over the results, your name in first place with a 100% next to it, followed by Jisung with a 98%.
A beat of silence. Then-
“No way,” you blurted, so loud it echoed off the empty hallway walls.
Behind you, a familiar weight slumped against your back, Jisung’s chin hooking over your shoulder as he squinted at the screen. “Huh,” he said, voice dripping with exaggerated contemplation. “That’s weird.”
You whirled around, “Huh? That’s all you have to say?”
Jisung shrugged, his lips twitching into that infuriatingly smug grin you’d spent years wanting to wipe off his face, though now, you had far more effective methods than stomping on his foot.
“I mean, congrats,” he said, leaning in until his nose brushed yours. “Enjoy your victory lap, genius. It’s not gonna last.”
You rolled your eyes, “Keep telling yourself that, Spiderboy.”
“Spiderman,” he corrected, flicking your forehead before dancing out of reach. “And don’t think this means you get to slack off. I’m watching you.” He mimed narrowing his eyes, pointing two fingers at his own eyes, then at you.
You lunged for him, but Jisung dodged effortlessly, freakishly fast - your wrist with a laugh and tugging you flush against his chest. His fingers slid between yours, “Seriously,” he murmured, voice softer now, “I’m proud of you.”
“Yeah, well,” you muttered, ducking your head to hide the flush creeping up your neck. “Turns out I can focus when a certain idiot isn’t yapping in my ear.”
“Wow. Wow.” he gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like you’d shot him. “After everything we’ve been through? The trauma? The bonding? You wound me.”
You snorted, shoving him away “Go lick your wounds in silence,” you said, turning on your heel toward the lecture hall. “I have a victory lap to take.”
a/n: I proofread this at the mall after my friend stood me up when I was ALREADY THERE, anyway, it's done! I had so much fun with spiderhan, hope u did too!!
summary: one night Changbin jokingly instigated a sexual relationship with no strings attached and you easily agreed in the name of experience. the dynamics between you and him remain consistently the same as prior to the arrangement; him being obviously in love with his best friend, and you being the oblivious best friend; him being your personal mechanic, and you being his loyal customer. or so he thought. the more often he spends those lustful nights with you, the more he doubts this fwb arrangement will work any longer.
“Wanna go again?”
But his cock was already rubbing against your sensitive clit when he whispered in your ear. The ragged breath that followed made his question sound more like a desperate suggestion.
Beneath him, you were still evening your breath from the burst of blissed out sensation he’d brought upon you just moments ago. Your eyes closed and lips parted and legs trembling, his release trickled out of your cunt onto his car seat. With the pads of his forefinger and middle finger, he rubbed the thick fluid and smeared it gently over your clit, making you squirm at the sensation.
In the cramped space of the backseat where there was little to no extent to stretch your legs and arms, your body had become weary and stiff, and yet as if enchanted, “yes… yes, please…”
Carefully he parted your legs more to make room for him to move. His strained grunts fanned against the side of your face as he sank the tip of his cock into the warmth that enveloped him leisurely just less than twenty minutes prior. Your whines dammed up his ears as he slid in his length all the way to the base into your warm walls, the thin ooze of your juice made it easy and pleasant.
“You even said please,” he stared at your lips for a moment, before shaking his head to leave the thoughts behind, and kissed your blushed cheek instead, “my pleasure, darling.”
…
THUMP!
A chain of curses flew out of Changbin’s lips as he rubbed the back of his head to ease the sting. It was the umpteenth time he got distracted and bumped his head against the hood of the SUV he was working on since early that morning.
The erotic images from a couple nights prior constantly crept into his mind like a stubborn colony of ants crawling up at the smell of a bread crumb. He snorted at his own incapability to drive away that memory.
What he had with you was nothing more than a sexual arrangement he had shamelessly and half-jokingly proposed on a random movie night after an accidental makeout. Being childhood and long-time best friends, he hadn’t expected you to say yes, let alone so easily as if it was an arrangement for another movie night. Twice a week you both ended up seeing each other to satiate your lustful needs, which progressively intensified to a regular agenda he came to anticipate the more he got to have a taste of you.
But the reminiscent of those passionate nights had begun to take up too much space in his everyday life. He pictured how your body writhed under him, how you called his name time and time again, how your hands reached to caress his neck and bring him close, how your hair was damp with sweat, how effortlessly beautiful you were naked.
He wondered if it would affect him the same if he were to pleasure someone else—someone he wasn’t falling in love with.
Damn that arrangement. If only he had been a little braver that day to propose something more romantic than occasional sex. A relationship, for an instance. But he was too cowardly, afraid that the decades of friendship would shatter just because he looked at you as somebody so much more than just a friend.
His train of thought was cut short by a familiar ragged engine sound in the distance.
Changbin wasn’t a tad bit surprised when he saw a familiar old blue sedan nearing and lining up in the lot of the Car Wash and Auto Detailing where he spent most of his days. Through the wide open windows Keshi’s ANGOSTURA pierced through the warm spring air. The bluetooth he had put in the old car’s stereo two months ago seemed to work fine.
He dropped the wrenches and walked over to greet the driver he had gotten bored of seeing.
“At this point just tell me you can’t stand being away from me too long,” he said when you climbed out of your car. He wiped the grime remnants off his fingers with a washcloth that was already besmirched with stains of motor oil. “But we’re fully booked today. Come back in a week.”
“Is that how you talk to your loyal customer?” He couldn’t hold his grin when you clung to his arm, wearing your fakest heartbroken pout and woeful eyes to get him taking your car in for repair. Again. This was the third time in the last two months.
The car was well nigh crumbling. At first he had always thought there was too much work where it wasn’t worth the sweat he and his team shed and definitely not the large sum you set aside from your paycheck. But the car was one of the last of your brother’s possessions he let you have before he passed away nine years ago. Changbin knew you wouldn’t give up on the ancient vehicle before it totally gave up on you first. And giving up on you was what the car had been doing hence the amount of repairs it needed in a short period of time. It was only a matter of time until the car succumbed to its demise. Until then, Changbin was willing to fix anything there was to fix for you.
But where’s the fun if he didn’t playfully insult the junk you treasured most?
“You’d be faster on foot.” Changbin remarked with a snort after a quick check.
You weren’t aware of the dirty smudges from his coveralls smearing your pleated skirt and white pullover as you kept on pestering him by clinging to his arm. In spite of his indifference, he discreetly relished in every second of that physical contact.
“I’m always on time,” you pleaded, “so please?”
“Chan got himself this antique convertible car of his dream but his carport is too small for two cars to squeeze in,” he spun on his heel and headed off to the repairing station, nodding his chin in the direction where a shiny red Hyundai sedan, Chan’s old car, was parked in the corner, “he wants to get rid of her as soon as possible. What do you think?”
Changbin knew you wouldn’t give a damn. But Chan asked him to talk you into purchasing the car just in case.
As predicted, you gave the red Hyundai an uninterested glance before stalking behind him towards a customer’s car he mended. He pulled out a wrench from the pocket of his coveralls and bent over the SUV’s engine. He added half-heartedly, “save the money and save more from your monthly paycheck for four to five months. I’ll talk to Chan if you’re interested.”
“Or you can take the money and fix my car for me,” you insisted, looking over your shoulder at a black mustang parked in the lot reserved for the staff. A majestic vehicle that was the silent witness of a number of obscene activities shared between you two. “Besides, you haven’t paid your car off yet, have you?”
“No,” he replied casually, getting a little too entertained by your persistence, “but I’m taking care of that just fine, so your point is?”
You leaned against the SUV’s door with folded arms, “you're not very friendly right now.”
Changbin chuckled, “I don’t think we’ve been very friendly to each other these days.”
“Meaning?”
At the sight of your innocently curled eyebrows, Changbin bursted out laughing. His mouth ran faster than his brain sometimes. No regrets. But he was relieved you failed to grasp what he meant. “Forget it.”
“So how long does my car need to be in the workshop?”
He placed both hands on his hips, fingers hooked onto his coveralls pockets.
“A week maybe,” he glanced at your sedan, a mischievous glint flashed in his gaze when he looked back at you, “but like I said we’re fully booked right now and I don’t suppose we’d get even a tad bit available for the next couple of weeks. I’m gonna need more people to fix every troubled part of your car if you want it back faster, that means we’re gonna be short-staffed at the carwash station.”
It was supposed to be a mindless joke that shouldn’t be taken into consideration.
You were supposed to climb into the passenger seat of his mustang.
He was supposed to give you a ride home as usual.
But then you asked if there was a spare uniform and where the locker room was. Changbin laughed and shooed you away to your next agenda, even almost took off his coveralls and drove you home, but Jisung and the other staff in the carwash station had been in fact overwhelmed with the queue of customers even before Changbin could drag some of them into the repairing station to help fix your car.
“I don’t have anything to do at home anyway,” you insisted, winking an eye at him.
He thought it wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of hands.
Until you came out of the staff room and he gave himself a mental punch in the face because the only spare uniform was impossibly tight.
One could say the same thing about his coveralls that not only did its tight fit flaunt his impeccably sculpted pecs, it was also parading his perfectly round ass and his bulging arms that the short sleeves could barely provide a cover for. It was safe to say he had attracted a good number of loyal customers with his build alone. Adding his sexy brain and charming nature to the mix, he became a target of flirting remarks and dinner invitations. The workshop had easily dodged financial crisis, happy ending.
But this time it wasn’t about him.
The polo top of the carwash team’s uniform was so tight around your neck that you left the top buttons undone. The hem of the shirt barely covered your waist and couldn’t be tucked into the waistband of the shorts that there was a good portion of skin every time you bent over. And the shorts… they hugged your ass nicely. Way too nicely that it left a pinch to imagination—to his imagination precisely.
Apart from sneaky glances of curiosity, the other staff gave little to no further interest and focused on their respective chores. But that was mainly because they knew who they were going to deal with if they stared too long. Changbin was already hard to please, so fishing out even a little bit of his wrath would be like digging their own grave.
The hood of your sedan was opened. Changbin bent over to check the engine. He tried, because his gaze kept straying away towards the carwash station. It would’ve been better if Jisung had offered spare coveralls. It was getting harder to look away especially from the shorts because he knew what was beneath—
THUMP!
How many more times did he have to bump his head against a car hood? He internally scoffed at his questionable professionalism in your presence.
“You okay?” Chan was approaching with his usual essential tools in hand. “You’ve been very distracted.”
From the grin stretching on the older’s face, it was safe to assume Chan knew exactly what—or who—had caused that distraction but chose to tease the younger either way. “I wonder what makes her terribly oblivious when you’re this obvious.”
“Mhm,” Changbin agreed, “but I used to hide it very well.”
Chan opened the door and checked the dashboard warning lights, before immediately sliding out again. He looked in the direction of the carwash station where you and Jisung were guiding the cars into, “I’m surprised your possessive ass didn’t run riot when she came out in that. Our customers are very pleased with the view, you see.”
Changbin knew what Chan was talking about, but Jisung wasn’t assigned—as per Changbin’s own request—beside you to solely ensure you did your part well. Changbin trusted the younger could stave off anyone who crossed the line.
“My advice,” said Chan, settling a creeper in position, “don’t wait too long.”
Changbin snorted, and Chan slid under your car.
You were spraying excessive dirt off of a jeep as it was loaded into the wash. Jisung pointed at the spots that needed an extra cleaning while spraying dead bugs off of the windshield himself.
As soon as you were done and Jisung was guiding the jeep to steer into the wash, the driver instead rolled the window down and spoke to you.
Changbin didn’t have to come closer to catch the jock’s eyes falling to your lower half more often than they should. You laughed at something the driver had said, whipping your head around and looking directly at where Changbin was no longer bending over and was instead standing by the bumpers of your car with folded arms.
He didn’t want to jump into conclusions and thought you were speaking about him to the man as you could’ve talked about your wrecked car or about Chan on the creeper under your car or perhaps even something else entirely different. It wasn’t until the man offered him an awkward grin and a flash of annoyance before rolling up the window and entering the wash.
Changbin wasn’t curious about what you might have told that man at first. But seeing Jisung busted a gut beside you and shook his head while looking at him, Changbin couldn’t help but internally enquiring what could be so funny.
…
The sun had almost set and the majority of the staff had gone home. After showering, Changbin scurried over to his car. He organised his belongings on the backseat and wiped the leather seat clean (that was already clean). He did the same to the front passenger seat. Then he sat behind the wheel, waiting.
An overwhelming scent of musk from his perfume occupied every nook of the interior of his mustang, and wearing perfume wasn’t part of his routine going home. Usually he would only give his body a quick rinse to wash off the grime and dust after having spent the whole day grappling with stinky engines, and settle on a proper shower at home. Not this time.
He didn’t wait long before the passenger door swung open and you rushed inside with your own bag and a chunky looking tote on your lap. The floral scent of your perfume mixed with his musk made the smell inside his car a little dizzying, like walking in the aisle of an endless row of perfume shops.
“Do you not have anything less bigger?” You tried to adjust the hem of the black hoodie that buried your frame in its thick fleece. There was a reason why you had bolted from the shower room to the parking lot... “And maybe some pants?”
Changbin leaned over to you all of a sudden, causing you to recline back onto the seat in surprise. The back of his hand subtly grazed over your bare thigh when he fastened your seatbelt.
“You look amazing.” He teased, starting the engine and departing to the main road.
The chunky tote bag was borrowed from Jisung for your half-wet pullover and skirt. Changbin had tried to wash the motor oil stains off of your clothes earlier with soap and baking soda, and while the remaining light brown patch, like tea stain, wouldn’t have been noticeable on any darker fabric, it was a different case when it came to white clothes. Of course.
“Sorry about your clothes. I’ll buy you prettier ones.” Said he when you tossed your bag and the tote onto the backseat.
“Partly my fault for hugging you and wearing white to the workshop, but I’ll take the offer. I’m free tomorrow.”
He briefly glanced at you with an annoying wriggle of his brow, “is it a date?”
“What else? Field trip?”
He giggled.
“By the way, the jeep driver,” he cleared his throat, “what did he say to you?”
“Just some stuff about his dick,” you shrugged, then your eyes narrowed in a teasing manner, “you already stared when I looked. Why?”
“Gotta make sure you do your job right.”
“So you were definitely not staring at a particular pair of cheeks?”
His crooked smile was enough of a confession.
He slowly pushed the brake as the vehicles around were beginning to move slower. “And what did you say to him?”
“I said,” you beamed, gaze intently affixed on the smooth outline of his face, trying to catch even the subtlest changes in his expression at your response, “it’s hard to satisfy me when the inside of my cunt is already reshaped into the shape of my boyfriend’s big dick.”
Changbin subconsciously clenched his jaw. Something twitched down there.
“Jisung thought it was funny,” you added, “but then he actually asked if I was serious about your cock’s size. He wasn’t the least bit interested in whether or not you’re really my boyfriend…”
“Everybody thought I am.” He said.
“…or whether or not we actually fuck. Is it way too obvious what we do behind closed doors?” You chuckled.
“Chan and Jisung know I’d be with you most of the time when I don’t have work, and according to Jisung I smell like you sometimes. It’s not rocket science for them to piece things together.” Now Changbin wasn’t sure what he felt when he said these things. It was always obscure to him. He got turned on at the thought that you’d willingly use him whenever somebody tried to flirt with you, but at the same time, the way you talked about these things so casually cracked his ego a little bit.
He was going to say something but you beat him to it.
“I gotta tell them that you start everything most of the time because look, a little compliment for your dick and there it is,” Your eyes dropped to the tent he didn’t realise had formed in the middle of his sweats, “let me help you with that?”
Grey sweats were not made to hide a bulge. Not that he was embarrassed, not after you had so casually praised his cock when you knew all too well how it would affect him. But the thing was, he couldn’t possibly say yes to your kind offer in the middle of traffic, could he?
He could. His needs overpowered his common sense and it showed when he took your hand and placed it over his erection.
You smiled in triumph, giving his clothed cock soft strokes with your palm, deliberately pressing your hand over what felt like the head of his half-erected cock. Your hand slipped inside through the waistband, holding the warm girth in your palm. A couple of gentle strokes later, your thumb rubbed over the tip, playing with the sensitive flesh until not long after there was an evident wet patch on the grey fabric indicating his precum. Just a little more… you could see it from his face and muffled groans.
But your hand slipped out.
“Baby…” Changbin clutched your wrist, stroking your skin with his thumb, “just a little more, please. I’m almost there.”
“I know,” you cooed, “I’ll make you feel better, promise.”
The vehicles barely moved, the sun was dipping below the horizon. The golden hour ebbed into nightfall quickly, guaranteeing secretion now that there wasn’t any more sunlight.
Changbin gave in to the heat of infatuation that would have him overthink once he was no longer affected by your intoxicating touches. He preferred your apartment, or at least the backseat of his car for a proper sex, but it wasn’t the time where he could push you away when you were this good.
In the meantime he had to be satisfied with sitting helplessly in the driver seat while you did all the work.
He clutched the wheel tightly, trying to remain intact into the seat despite the slow pace of your head bobbing up and down as your mouth devoured his girth, eager to swallow all the way down to the back of your throat although it was a difficult feat given the size of his length.
You kept your ass in the air and knees nailed to your seat, the hem of the hoodie rolled down and pooled around your chest. If the car windows weren’t layered with privacy films, the pretty view of your panties and firm ass would’ve been a pleasant entertainment amidst the stress of the rush hour traffic. Changbin wouldn’t have liked it.
While one hand gripped the wheel a little more loosely, the other one slithered across the arched plane of your back and further up to where he felt your wet panties. You whimpered at the touch of his fingers against your clothed cunt, making his fully hardened length twitch in your mouth at the vibration.
You sucked his cock delectably and forced yourself to swallow just a tad bit more until you could feel his tip made contact with your throat. His sweet grunts and gentle caresses on your hair were enough of praises for you, “feels good, take me so well, you’re so good…”
His fingers slipped beneath your panties, one digit sliding up and down your wet folds. He gasped when you pulled your head away completely and swirled your tongue around the head of his length, licking the precum that spilled from the slit. Instantaneously his hand clutched a handful of your hair, pushing you down to swallow his cock again, he was so fucking close at this point you could see the tip of his cock the colour of blood.
“I’m sorry, love,” his fingers ran through your hair softly as an additional apology.
You suckled his cock with a hum, too preoccupied to process what the apology was for.
“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he reclined back into the seat, subconsciously ramming his hips up until the head of his cock nudged the back of your throat over and over again.
Your scalp began to sting at his grasp, you whined. The sudden vibration once again sent an electric bliss to the pit of his stomach. His cock twitched inside the warm cavern of your mouth.
Tears formed in your eyes before they flew down at the intensity. Changbin’s cock grew a little bigger indicating his release, but you tried not to graze your teeth. He didn’t even realise he was holding back just to feel you longer, until he couldn’t take it anymore.
The muscles of your mouth contracted in greedy suck, your palm squeezed firm around the base of his cock that couldn’t go into your mouth, sensing how close he was to climax.
A swirl of your tongue was all it took for him to topple over. At the peak of ecstasy, he closed his eyes tight and humped his hips to feel more of your warmth and how it was drawing more and more of his release. His growls were hoarse, savouring the pleasant shockwaves you were bringing upon him.
The car behind beeped the horn at the time he slipped back to reality.
There was quite a wide gap between the bumpers of his mustang and the trunk of the sedan upfront.
“Hey…” he stroked a hand on your head, helping you off his cock and settling you back into the passenger seat, even fastening your seatbelt back on. One hand tugged at the waistband of his sweats to rest around his hips again, the other hand held the wheel and narrowed the distance with the car in front.
After managing a safe distance, he checked on you. He leaned over, ridding off the messy strands out of your face and combing your dishevelled hair.
Maybe he regretted it.
Because the tears rolling down your cheeks, the mixture of his cum and your spit gleaming in the corner of your lips, your lazy blinks, could be the sole reason for yet another climax.
That was an exaggeration of course, but his cock did twitch.
“Was I too rough?”
“No,” you sighed, smiling, “I liked it a lot.”
As all the cars seemed to move little by little, Changbin’s foot lingered in the air atop the gas pedal when he noticed a spacious gap between the cars on his left. In a matter of seconds he had reached a decision. He drifted his car into the wide gap and to the gate of a hotel.
“You’re not planning to reserve a room here now, are you?” After Changbin parked his car in the very far corner, you glanced around at the vast outdoor parking of the facility with only a few cars in sight, and looked up at the contemporary architecture of the hotel.
“We have enough space here,” he chuckled, but added quickly, “unless we’re planning on doing this all night then I’ll surely book us a room.”
“Just a quickie please,” you giggled, unbuckling your seatbelt, “but can you stay the night at my place? We can just cuddle and watch a movie and sleep.”
He agreed in a heartbeat, “I thought you wouldn’t ask.”
He unfastened his own seatbelt and reclined your seat all the way down, catching you off guard. He lifted your legs and spread them to make space for him to settle in between. Your panties were soaked.
He slid your panties up and let the fabric hang around your ankle, putting your cunt on display. Mirroring his impatience, you pulled his sweats down, his hard cock stood proud against his stomach as if he hadn’t just released pretty much a big load just moments before.
You pouted, your whine sounded more sensual than intended, “wanna blow you again so bad.”
He rubbed his cock against your folds, “what, you want me to retract back to my seat now?”
You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to you. He smiled, “that’s what I thought.”
A wrap was fished out of the dashboard. He rolled the latex around his length.
“You can suck me later all you want,” he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead while his hand guided his cock to align with your entrance, “we’re not in a hurry anyway.”
Changbin thought he might have to keep your car longer in his workshop and make you sit pretty in the passenger seat of his car every day. He wouldn’t mind driving you to work and picking you up if that meant to see you every day.
As the pace of his pounding was progressively getting frantic, his lips moved more affectionately. He left kisses on your shoulder and your collarbones and your neck, making sure to give your skin light sucks until they were adorned by several possessive red marks.
When his lips hovered over your face, he stared at your parted lips. So plump and inviting. He looked up and you were already looking, giving away that you knew where he had been staring.
“Can I?”
It broke the rules.
Kissing on the lips is strictly forbidden as long as the benefits are strictly sexual.
You wanted to give it to someone who shared mutual romantic feelings, you had said the day when the arrangement had been made. Changbin agreed. It was too much to ask anyway.
So, it broke the rules. To make it worse, this wasn’t some sort of a romantic lovemaking where he slowly undressed you on the bed with a night skyline view and a classic love song in the background. This was a lustful quickie as a result of a mind-blowing blow job you had given him earlier.
But you cradled his face in response and he swallowed your moans in an impassioned, wet kiss. His tongue played, and it was rather rough, and yet you could feel it in the kiss that he meant it. That it wasn’t just a kiss he initiated for fun. He wanted it, and so did you.
He could’ve come at the delicious clench of your walls around his girth, but more than that, he felt his heart throbbing abnormally and his stomach tight with pleasure just because your hands cupped his hot cheeks and your thumbs swept gentle strokes on the blushing skin. It was his first kiss with you, and Lords, was it amazing.
Changbin reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to let you breathe. “Okay? Was I too rough? Too much?”
Your lips were a little swollen at this point. “I love it.”
Burying his face in your neck, he grunted, half-high, “gotta satisfy you, yeah?” His thrusts slower but deeper, “gotta reshape your walls into the shape of your boyfriend’s big dick like what you said to that man?”
Something flashed in your eyes, Changbin couldn’t make out what that meant. But you smiled at him, pulling him closer with your legs, hugging him. When he thought you weren't going to say anything, your voice tickled in his ear in a whisper, “my boyfriend’s dick.”
Your cunt swallowed his length all the way to the base. He let you feel the uncontrollable throbs of his cock. He wished he wasn’t hearing things. Boyfriend, you emphasised it.
He rolled his hips a little, making you whine all the more desperately because his cock was pressing right into the spot that gave your stomach a pleasurable knot.
The car seat was wet, stained with your release. At the same time his hips squirmed as he filled the latex with his seed.
He caressed the side of your face, lips planting kisses on your cheeks and forehead.
Boyfriend. He thought to himself. Did you mean it?
a/n: woah it's finally here... i'd put off rewriting this fic for so long. some of you who found me through insta and have read this before, might remember that this was originally leaning more towards pwp, if not very little plot, but since a lot of readers back then wanted a part 2 i thought it'd be better to add more plot. hope you guys enjoyed reading this!
also i was thinking of making a taglist on future posts so let me know in the comments if you'd like to be added! :) <3
𝓌hat happens when you find out your shy roommate, jisung, isn't so shy on camera...?
💭 :: 7O7 mdni uni!au camboy!jisung perv!jisung smut unprotected sex reposted from my other blog!
camboy!jisung who's your roommate. obviously, when you first moved in, you didn't know this. wouldn't have ever guess it, either. he seemed too innocent for it, too soft and nerdy. he's the sweetheart of the campus, after all.
camboy!jisung isn't the best at being quiet at night, when he's in front of his monitor, red light blinking at him. when he's on-screen, it's hard not to let himself go. it just turns him on, the thought of all those people getting off to him.
camboy!jisung who you want to strangle, especially at those dead hours of the night, when you can hear his moans and groans and whimpers. it's just hard to sleep with all that noise. it's even harder to sleep when your panties are a soaked mess, because you're trying you're hardest not to touch yourself to your roommate.
camboy!jisung who, at first, you thought was just having girls over. that didn't make sense, though. you weren't hearing another person, and you weren't seeing anyone over. maybe he was just a porn addict?
camboy!jisung, you find, isn't a porn addict. he is the porn. you hadn't even meant to find out, you'd just been scrolling through a x-rated website, when you stumbled onto some guy's video. you don't remember what prompted you to click it, just the fact that you'd been eager for some release, and your roommate was out for the day.
camboy!jisung who's face isn't shown, but you didn't need that to figure out it was him. you could tell by his room, even if you've only been in it a couple times. it had the same figurines in the background, the same bedspread. his favorite posters stuck on the wall. it didn't take a genius.
camboy!jisung who's video you watch, anyways. despite the fact that you know. despite the fact that it feels a little morally gray. you cum on your fingers and the sheets, then once more when you stalk his page and watch another one. fuck, you're on you're third video, when you notice something odd.
camboy!jisung who's not using any toys in this one. when you squint harder, you realize it's a pair of panties. he's got it wrapped around his hard cock, pumping the length of it. his eyes are squeezed shut, and he's whining to himself, even biting his fist.
camboy!jisung who's not just using any pair, he's using yours. holy shit, your baby blue pair that you couldn't find, that you assumed the washing machine ate, that so perfectly matched his eyes. that bastard had not only stolen them, but jerked off to them. you can only watch in utter shock, as he cums ropes of sticky white all over them, making a mess.
camboy!jisung who's room you're literally breaking into, trying to see if he'd hidden them somewhere in there. you do end up finding them, placed in a cardboard box under his bed. you hold them up, unintentionally clenching your thighs.
camboy!jisung who must've come home early, because you can hear shuffling outside the door. you don't have a moment to react, not even to hide what you're doing.
camboy!jisung who looks sheepish, like a little boy who stole an extra cookie for dessert. except his cookie was a piece of cum-stained fabric. he tries to make this make sense, but he's never been that good with his words, so he just fucks his explanation into you instead, in hopes that'll work. to his luck, it does.
camboy!jisung who's dick is better in real life, than over camera. he's got you in the most cruel of positions, shoving his length into you. you can feel every drag of his tip, every stretch of your walls. you can't stop clenching around him, and it's driving him crazy—in the best way possible.
camboy!jisung who gets you to orgasm a countless number of times that night, like since he finally has you, he never wants to let you, or your tight little pussy, go.
camboy!jisung's who latest, most hit stream is titled "fucked pretty roommate instead of her panties this time!"
camboy!jisung who's not such a sweetheart, after all.
pairing: Han x f!reader x Lee Know
wc: 1.7K
genre: fluff, smut (mdni)
tags/warnings: smut no plot, dom!minho, softdom!minho, softdom!jisung, sub!reader, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart), praise kink + light degradation, unprotected sex, reader is on top but she is not in control, creampie, mxm (kissing), aftercare, the smut starts smutty and gets very, very soft
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Summary: Minho and Jisung figure out how much you like neck kisses.
a/n: This one's for my lovely @kloversung. Thanks for the idea, love!
The sound of skin slapping skin echoes through the room, accompanied by an absolute symphony of wet squelching noises from where Jisung is buried deep inside your cunt. His eyes are glued to you as you ride him, and he has your hands clasped to his chest.
“So good,” he pants, “so good for me, sweetheart, keep going, holy shit you’re so tight, taking me so well—”
You’re unable to form words, just needy, high-pitched whimpers. Two orgasms in, your thoughts are hazy, your mind fogged, nothing but need and pleasure coursing through your body. Your fingers dig into the firm muscles of his chest as you try to keep yourself upright, hips rolling, dragging him hot and heavy along inside where you can feel every ridge, every vein. At this angle, his tip kisses your sweet spot with every bounce, and you can barely keep your eyes open with how overwhelming it feels.
As your rhythm falters, another pair of hands slides in over your hips. Behind you, Minho is straddling Jisung’s thighs, his chest coming to press against your back. He’s still covered in a gorgeous, thin sheen of sweat. “Keep going,” he murmurs, still a little out of breath, into your ear as he helps your hips keep up their rhythm with the strength of his hands. Beneath you, Jisung groans and starts to piston his hips up into you. “Needy little slut needs a cock in her at all times,” Minho continues, his voice vibrating through your skin, his fingers gripping you with bruising strength, and his words make your breath catch in your throat. “Takes us as many times as we’ll have her, always comes back for more, so perfect, baby, fuck—”
“Min—” you whine, high and desperate.
“You can take it,” he whispers into your ear, and his lips latch on to the column of your neck.
It’s as if your soul disconnects from your body. As he sucks your skin into his mouth, everything feels like it dissolves inside you, leaving you all sensation, all feeling. Nothing even resembling a thought is left inside your floaty brainspace, where you can hear yourself making a high-pitched moan you’ve never made before, as if it’s coming from somewhere else.
Beneath you, Jisung’s hips stutter. “Fuck,” he pants, his voice strangled, “she’s squeezing me so tight, whatever you did, do it again—”
“Liked that?” Minho murmurs against your skin. Distantly, you can feel his length hardening again where it ruts against your ass cheek as he moves you. In contrast to the furious pace of Jisung’s hips, Minho very slowly trails his soft lips down your neck, sucking a mark right behind your ear, feeling you lose all control of your body. He brings one hand up to wrap lightly around your neck, his fingers resting at the sides, and he tilts your head to get better access, sensing that you’re unable to do it yourself. The sensation inside you is building higher and higher, and you moan out a sob.
“So pretty… all fucked out… like that,” Jisung pants, chasing his own high.
Two more thrusts, and he comes inside you with a guttural groan, his warmth filling you to the brim. At the exact same moment, Minho sinks his teeth into your shoulder, and the pleasure-pain tosses you over the edge of your own orgasm, but your breath is so caught in your throat that you can barely make a sound. Jisung fucks you through it, and Minho runs his wet tongue along your pulse point, until you’re trembling, breathless, spent. You slump back against Minho’s chest, no longer able to hold any part of your body up.
Jisung is still grasping at one of your hands. “Fuck, that was—fuck.”
“Found one of her sweet spots,” Minho says, the grin threading his voice.
He helps you off Jisung, stroking your skin soothingly when you whimper as he slides out of you, and lays you back on the bed. Then he leans over and gives Jisung a kiss, brushing his cheek with one hand and studying his face. “Need a second?”
Jisung nods, still panting. “Yeah, that was… intense.”
Minho kisses him one more time, humming into his mouth. “I’ll take care of our girl,” he says, and turns to you.
It takes you a second to realize that he’s not maneuvering you onto your back to rail you into the mattress or turning you over so he can take you from behind; rather, he sits up against the headboard and settles you in his lap in a lotus position, your legs wrapped around his waist. You can feel the evidence of the last round leaking out of you, and you rest your head on his shoulder, still feeling floaty, as he strokes your back softly.
“You melted so pretty for Ji,” he says quietly into your ear, and his tone sends an involuntary shiver up your spine. “I got jealous, wanted a turn.”
His uncharacteristic softness makes you melt even further. You whimper, eyes still closed, folding your arms around his neck.
He plants one careful kiss right behind your ear, and your brain fuzzes. “Do you want more, or do you just want me to take care of you?” he asks.
It takes you a second to form the words, but you finally gasp, “More, please,” and he chuckles against your skin.
He gently lifts your hips, taking all your weight, and slides into you. The slickness eases his entrance, and gravity pulls you into him, making you both moan quietly as he fully buries himself. Your sensitivity makes every sensation feel electric around the edges. He gives you a second to adjust, and then he places a soft kiss to the side of your neck, and you’re entirely gone.
Every kiss he plants on your neck is tender, matched to the slow roll of his hips into you. You feel like you’re in a calm ocean, waves of pleasure lapping gently over you, overwhelming but so, so soft, carrying you away from the part of you that needs to think.
“God, you feel incredible,” he hums between kisses, adoration painting his voice. He traces a slow path up one side of your neck and down the other, occasionally groaning into your skin, the vibrations of it washing over you.
You have no idea how long you two stay like that—maybe minutes, maybe eons—before you feel another body press to your back until you’re fully enveloped in warmth.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Jisung’s voice murmurs into your ear. “Mind if I help?”
He captures the side of your neck that Minho isn’t lavishing with his tongue, sliding up to nip at your earlobe before mouthing at your skin. His hands encircle you from behind, coming up to knead gently at your breasts, making you moan and tip your head back against his shoulder. Minho slides down to your collarbone, sucking a tiny pattern just over that line, hearing your whimpers change pitch just slightly. His hips never stop rolling into you.
As your breathing shortens, coming in shallower and shallower gasps, they keep their pace steady, keeping you afloat on that ocean of pleasure until you peak—a thick bloom of heat that bursts from your center, radiating out through your skin. Your head swims. Minho grasps at you through it, groaning something choked in your ear, before you feel his familiar warmth filling you up. He sinks forward into you, his breath shaky, and Jisung has to hold you both up.
You can hear Minho, voice unsteady, as if from a distance, as he strokes your sides soothingly with his thumbs. “Good girl, so good for us, did so well…”
“You’re so soft for her,” Jisung says fondly over the top of your head.
“Can’t help it,” Minho chuckles into your skin. “You see how pretty she melts?”
“Yeah,” Jisung replies, “she’s unreal.”
Still floating, you feel the warmth of the two solid bodies around you releasing you, and they lay you out on the bed. Minho strokes your forehead as the strength returns to his limbs while Jisung retrieves a damp cloth from the bathroom. He cleans you up gently, careful not to overstimulate you further.
Vaguely, you hear the tub running, and eventually a pair of arms lifts you out of the bed. Your head lolls against Minho’s chest, and you feel the fond rumble of his chuckle. Minho settles you into the tub and then climbs in behind you, letting you float a little while longer while he cleans you both and washes your hair. You sigh every time one of his fingers skims your neck, the echo of their kisses still reverberating through your skin.
As Minho helps you out of the tub and dries you off, you’re dimly aware of Jisung quickly hopping in the shower, partially because he drops a kiss to your shoulder and another to Minho’s cheek as he passes. Minho just hums appreciatively, squeezing some of the moisture out of your hair. Then he leads you back into the bedroom, where the bed is made with fresh sheets, before helping you into your sleep clothes and settling you on the mattress. You move where he moves you, pliant and hazy, still lost in the aftermath of pleasure.
He settles on one side of you and pulls the covers over you both before kissing you just underneath your jaw, a soft touch.
“You’re being so nice to me,” you mumble.
“I’m always nice after,” he says, and you can feel him smiling against your skin.
“Yeah, but during,” you say, your eyes still closed.
He chuckles. “Don’t get used to it.” One hand grasps your waist, pulling you into him, tucking you to his chest. “Or do, if you melt for us like that again. Irresistible.” He drops a kiss to the top of your head.
“Hope you saved me room,” Jisung says, slipping under the covers on your other side. He folds himself into you, as if he can burrow into your skin for warmth. “So you like neck kisses, huh?”
You nod lazily. “I guess so.”
Jisung stretches up and kisses you gently on your neck, once, and you sigh contentedly. “Filing that away to use later,” he says, his thumb running over the knuckles of your hand.
Wrapped in two pairs of arms, engulfed in their warmth, their breath on your skin, you squeeze both of their hands, and they squeeze back. Together, you drift into sleep, worn out, sated, adored.
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innocent Han who… fucks your throat relentlessly, holding your head in place while he thrusts deep until tears stream down your face and drool drips everywhere, cumming hard down your throat and making you swallow every drop. Afterwards he wipes your mouth gently with his sleeve, gives you the cutest pout, and cuddles you like he wasn’t just using your mouth as a toy.
innocent Han who… bends you over the dorm couch and rails your pussy hard and fast, slapping your ass red while moaning your name until he fills you with thick cum that leaks down your thighs. When the members come back he’s already playing games on his phone, pulling you onto his lap innocently and asking if you want to watch him play.
innocent Han who… eats your pussy like he’s starving, sucking on your clit until you squirt on his tongue, then fucks you missionary while staring at you with those big sparkling eyes, pumping load after load inside you. After you’re shaking and covered in cum he brings you snacks and water, humming happily like nothing happened.
innocent Han who… wakes you up in the middle of the night by sliding his cock into your soaked pussy and fucks you for hours, cumming inside you multiple times until the sheets are ruined. In the morning he stretches cutely and says with a sleepy smile, “Good morning baby, why do you look so tired today?”
innocent Han who… makes you ride him reverse cowgirl, gripping your hips and slamming you down on his cock until your pussy is swollen and dripping, then flips you over to fill you again. Afterwards he hugs you tightly from behind, nuzzling your neck sweetly and acting like the softest boyfriend alive.
innocent Han who… fucks you against the bathroom wall right before practice, pounding deep and fast while covering your mouth so no one hears you moaning, leaving your pussy creampied and leaking. When he comes out he’s perfectly normal, chatting with the members while you’re still trying to walk straight.
innocent Han who… destroys your pussy all night long in every position, choking you lightly and filling you until cum is everywhere — on your stomach, leaking from your hole, even in your mouth. The next day he brings you breakfast in bed with the most innocent puppy eyes, stroking your hair gently.
innocent Han who… shares you with Minho, fucking your tight pussy while Minho uses your mouth at the same time, both of them pounding you until you’re a trembling, cum-filled mess with loads dripping from every hole. Afterwards Han and Minho act completely casual — Han playing with your fingers softly and offering you his hoodie while Minho makes tea, both pretending they didn’t just ruin you together.
innocent Han who… pins you down and fucks your ass deep and rough, stretching you open while rubbing your clit until you cum hard around him, filling your tight hole with thick ropes of cum that drip out slowly. Afterwards he pulls you into his lap, playing with your hair and offering you his favorite snack like he hadn’t just ruined your ass.
innocent Han who… makes you sit on his cock while he’s gaming, bouncing you up and down quietly until he fills your pussy with cum mid-match, then keeps playing with one hand while the other gently rubs your back.
innocent Han who… fucks you in the practice room after everyone leaves, bending you over the mirror and pounding your pussy so hard your legs shake, covering your mouth as he cums inside you twice. When the members return he’s just stretching innocently on the floor, smiling at you softly.
innocent Han who… chokes you lightly while thrusting into your soaked pussy, biting your shoulders and leaving marks all over your chest before pumping you full until it overflows. Later he wraps you in his blanket and watches anime with you, acting like the sweetest boy.
innocent Han who… teases your clit with his fingers under the table during dinner, then drags you to the bedroom and fucks you senseless until you’re crying from overstimulation, filling every hole. He comes back out minutes later with messy hair and a cute laugh, asking if anyone wants ice cream.
innocent Han who… shares you with Minho again, holding your legs open while Minho fucks your pussy raw and Han fucks your throat at the same time, both of them filling you with cum until it’s leaking from your mouth and cunt. Afterwards Han cuddles you on the couch, humming softly and feeding you strawberries while Minho plays music like nothing ever happened.
innocent Han who… wakes you up by licking and sucking your pussy until you’re soaking, then rails you from the side, cumming deep inside before falling back asleep hugging you tightly like an innocent puppy.
innocent Han who… fucks you so hard against the wall that your back is marked, slapping your tits and calling you his needy slut while filling you up repeatedly. Minutes later he’s back to being soft, kissing your forehead and asking if you want him to draw something cute for you.
innocent Han who… becomes completely addicted to your pussy, spending hours between your legs licking and sucking on your clit like it’s his favorite candy, burying his tongue deep inside you until you’re soaking his face and cumming repeatedly. Afterwards he wipes his chin with the back of his hand, gives you the cutest smile, and asks if you want to cuddle.
innocent Han who… can’t keep his hands off your pussy even when you’re just watching a movie, slipping his fingers under your panties to rub slow circles on your clit, sliding two fingers inside and curling them while acting completely focused on the screen, then casually licking his fingers clean when he’s done.
innocent Han who… wakes up before you just to spread your legs and bury his face in your pussy, sucking and slurping loudly while you’re still half asleep, making you cum on his tongue before he even says good morning. He then crawls up and hugs you tightly like an innocent puppy.
innocent Han who… gets obsessed and spends the whole afternoon with his fingers buried in your pussy, scissoring you open and rubbing your g-spot nonstop until you squirt all over his hand and the bed. Afterwards he kisses your forehead softly and offers to bring you water like nothing happened.
innocent Han who… eats your pussy for so long that his jaw starts hurting, but he doesn’t stop — sucking your swollen clit, fucking you with his tongue, and moaning into you like he’s addicted, making you cum until your legs won’t stop shaking. When he finally pulls away his face is shiny and he just smiles cutely at you.
innocent Han who… gets hard again just from looking at your pussy after already fucking you, so he pushes your legs back and rubs his cock against your wet folds for ages, teasing your clit before sliding back inside and breeding you again. Afterwards he collapses on your chest and nuzzles you sweetly.
innocent Han who… fingers you under the blanket while the members are in the same room, pumping his fingers deep into your dripping pussy and rubbing your clit with his thumb until you have to bite your hand to stay quiet. When you cum he pulls his hand out, licks it clean, and goes back to playing on his phone innocently.
innocent Han who… becomes a total pervert for your pussy, spreading you open with his fingers to stare at it for minutes, spitting on your clit and rubbing it messily before diving in to devour you again, obsessed with how wet and tight you get for him. Later he acts all shy and soft, hiding his face in your neck.
innocent Han who… fucks your pussy in short desperate bursts all day long — quickies where he pounds you hard, fills you with cum, then goes back to whatever he was doing, only to come back thirty minutes later because he’s already addicted and needs to feel you again. Each time he returns with that same bright, innocent smile.
innocent Han who… shares your pussy with Minho but stays completely fixated on it, holding your legs wide while Minho fucks you so Han can watch closely, then immediately diving in to eat Minho’s cum out of you because he can’t get enough. Afterwards both of them cuddle you like nothing filthy happened.
Okay, okay... I think I might be obsessed with Minsung at this point 😭 I want to be part of that ship
—the room is quiet… but not peaceful. it’s the kind of silence that feels heavy, like the air already knows what’s about to happen.
𝓟airing::skz x reader
𝓖enre::smut, tension, romance,pure PWP
𝓦arnings::Creampie, dominant energy,unprotected sex,overstimulation,multiple orgasms,edging e begging,dom/Sub,riding kink humiliation kink,noona kinkbreast sucking,choking,hair pulling, slapping,light degradation + heavy praise,brat taming
𝓐/n ::I’m only writing fics in this aesthetic from now on because I loved it 🤍
𝓦ords ::10k
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𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧
The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the bedroom walls, painting everything in warm amber and deep black. Bang Chan sat against the headboard, shirtless, his broad shoulders tense with the kind of restraint only he could maintain for so long. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, the faint outline of his hardening cock already visible beneath the fabric. He watched you with dark, focused eyes — the responsible leader, the one who always stayed in control.
“You sure about this, baby?” he asked, voice low and rough, like gravel wrapped in velvet. His hands rested on your thighs as you straddled him, but he wasn’t gripping hard. Not yet. “We can go slow. I don’t want to rush you.”
You smiled down at him, fingers tracing the defined lines of his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath your palm. He was trying so hard to be careful, to set the pace, to make sure everything stayed safe and measured. That was Chan — always observing, always calculating, always the one in charge.
But tonight, you wanted something different.
You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his ear. “I don’t want slow, Chan. I want you.”
Before he could respond, you reached between your bodies and freed his cock from his sweatpants. He was already rock hard, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with precum. A sharp inhale escaped him as your fingers wrapped around his length, stroking slowly from base to tip.
“Fuck…” he breathed, jaw clenching. His hands flexed on your thighs, fighting the urge to take over. “You’re going to kill me like this.”
You positioned yourself over him, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against your slick folds. You were soaked — dripping with need after teasing him for the past twenty minutes. Chan’s eyes darkened as he watched the way your wetness coated him, his breathing growing heavier.
“Baby, wait — condom—” he started, always the responsible one.
You shook your head, sinking down just enough for the tip to stretch your entrance. “I’m on the pill. I want to feel all of you.”
A deep groan tore from his throat as you lowered yourself further, taking him inch by inch. The stretch was delicious, filling you completely until your ass met his thighs. Chan’s head fell back against the headboard, eyes squeezed shut, veins standing out on his neck from the sheer effort of staying still.
“Shit… you’re so tight,” he rasped, voice strained. “So fucking wet for me.”
You stayed there for a moment, letting yourself adjust to his size, feeling every thick vein and ridge inside you. Then you began to move.
Slow at first — rolling your hips in deliberate circles, grinding down so your clit rubbed against his pelvis with every motion. Chan’s hands slid up to your waist, gripping firmly, but he let you set the pace. His eyes were locked on where your bodies joined, watching his cock disappear inside your pussy again and again.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and encouraging, still trying to maintain control. “Take what you need, love. I’ve got you.”
But you wanted more.
You planted your hands on his chest for leverage and started riding him harder. Faster. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with your moans and his ragged breathing. Your tits bounced with every downward thrust, and Chan’s gaze burned as he watched them, one hand moving up to cup and squeeze one breast, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.
“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned. “So beautiful riding my cock like this.”
You leaned forward, changing the angle so he hit that perfect spot deep inside you. A sharp cry escaped your lips as pleasure shot through your body. Chan’s hips twitched upward instinctively, driving himself deeper, but he caught himself, forcing his body to stay still.
“Don’t hold back,” you whispered against his mouth before kissing him hard. “I want all of you.”
That seemed to crack something in him.
His grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks. His kisses grew hungry, tongue sliding against yours as you kept riding him, faster now, your pussy clenching around his thick length with every bounce.
“God, you feel incredible,” he growled between kisses, voice dropping even lower. “So wet… so warm… squeezing me so fucking tight.”
You sat up straighter, hands braced on his shoulders, and began bouncing properly — long, deep strokes that made his cock slam into you repeatedly. The wet, obscene sounds of your pussy taking him echoed loudly. Chan’s abs flexed beneath you, his breathing turning into heavy pants.
He was losing control. You could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way sweat beaded on his forehead, the way his hips started meeting yours halfway despite his efforts to stay still.
“Baby… slow down,” he tried, even as his voice cracked. “I’m supposed to— fuck — I’m supposed to take care of you.”
You smiled down at him, grinding down hard and rolling your hips in tight circles. “Then take care of me by letting me fuck you until you can’t think straight.”
A broken moan left his lips. His head fell back again, exposing the strong column of his throat. You leaned down and sucked on his neck, biting gently, and that was it.
Chan’s control finally shattered.
With a deep, guttural growl, his hands grabbed your ass hard, fingers spreading your cheeks as he started thrusting up into you with raw power. The bed creaked violently under the force. He fucked you from below like a man starved, hips snapping up to meet every downward bounce you made.
“Fuck… fuck, you win,” he panted, voice wrecked. “Ride me. Use me. Take everything.”
You moaned loudly, the new intensity making your walls flutter around him. His cock was so deep, hitting places that made stars explode behind your eyes. You kept riding him through it, thighs burning, but the pleasure was too good to stop.
Chan’s eyes were half-lidded, dark with lust, watching you with something close to reverence and desperation. One of his hands moved between your bodies, thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight, fast circles.
“Come on, baby,” he urged, voice rough. “Cum on my cock. Let me feel you.”
The combination of his thumb on your clit and his thick cock stretching you pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm hit hard, pussy clenching rhythmically around him as you cried out his name. Waves of pleasure crashed through you, making your whole body shake.
But you didn’t stop riding him.
Even as your orgasm faded, you kept moving, slower now but deep, savoring the way he throbbed inside your sensitive walls. Chan groaned, his own pleasure building rapidly.
“You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that,” he warned, breath hot against your collarbone.
“Good,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss him messily. “I want you to cum inside me. Fill me up, Chan.”
His eyes rolled back for a second, a broken moan escaping him. “Fuck… you’re going to ruin me.”
You picked up speed again, riding him with everything you had left. Your ass slapped against his thighs repeatedly, your pussy creamy and dripping down his cock and balls. Chan’s fingers dug into your hips hard enough to bruise as he helped guide you, meeting every bounce with powerful thrusts.
“I’m close,” he gasped, voice strained. “So fucking close, baby.”
You clenched around him deliberately, rolling your hips in that way you knew drove him crazy. “Then cum for me. Let go.”
With a deep, guttural groan that sounded almost pained, Chan came hard. His cock pulsed inside you, thick ropes of cum spilling deep into your pussy. He kept thrusting through it, hips stuttering, filling you until you could feel it leaking out around his length.
Even after he finished, he didn’t let you go. His arms wrapped around your back, pulling you flush against his chest as both of you panted heavily. His cock was still buried deep inside you, twitching with aftershocks.
“You’re dangerous,” he murmured against your hair, voice hoarse. “I was supposed to stay in control… supposed to take care of you.”
You lifted your head, smiling softly as you brushed damp hair from his forehead. “You did take care of me. But sometimes I like taking care of you too.”
Chan let out a tired, breathless chuckle, dimples appearing despite how wrecked he looked. His hands stroked up and down your back tenderly, even as his cock remained inside you, softening slowly.
“Give me ten minutes,” he said, kissing your temple. “Then we’re doing that again. But this time, I’m not holding back at all.”
You laughed softly, nuzzling into his neck, feeling his cum slowly drip out of you. The responsible, controlled Bang Chan had finally cracked — and you couldn’t wait to break him again and again until both of you were completely exhausted, spent, and utterly satisfied.
The night was far from over.
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𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨
The room was dark except for the faint city lights filtering through the half-closed curtains. Minho sat against the headboard, completely naked, his lean, toned body relaxed but his eyes sharp and dangerous. His cock was already hard, thick and flushed, resting against his lower stomach as he watched you with that signature smirk — half amusement, half hunger.
You straddled his thighs, heart racing. He had been teasing you for the past hour, edging you with his fingers and tongue until you were dripping and desperate. Now he wanted you to ride him… but on his terms.
“Get on it,” he ordered, voice low and calm, almost bored. One hand lazily stroked his cock, spreading the precum over the swollen head. “You wanted to be on top so bad. So show me what you can do.”
You positioned yourself over him, rubbing your soaked pussy along his length before slowly sinking down. The stretch was intense — Minho was thick, and the way he filled you made your mouth fall open in a silent moan. Inch by inch, you took him until your ass met his thighs, your walls fluttering around his cock.
Minho let out a quiet hum of approval, but his hands stayed at his sides for now. “Good girl. Now move.”
You started rolling your hips, finding a rhythm. Slow and deep at first, savoring the way his cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. Minho’s eyes never left your face, watching every expression, every gasp.
“Faster,” he commanded.
You obeyed, bouncing on his cock with more force. The wet sounds of your pussy taking him filled the room — obscene and loud. Your tits bounced with every movement, and Minho’s gaze dropped to them, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Riding my cock like a needy little slut. Does it feel good, baby?”
“Yes— fuck, yes,” you moaned, hands braced on his chest as you rode him harder.
Minho suddenly sat up straighter, one hand gripping your waist tightly while the other tangled in your hair. He yanked your head back sharply, exposing your throat. The sting made you clench around him.
“Don’t you dare slow down,” he growled against your neck before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re going to fuck yourself on my cock until your legs give out. Understand?”
You whimpered, nodding as best as you could with his fingers twisted in your hair. He released your hair only to slap your ass hard, the sharp sound echoing. The burn spread across your skin, making you jolt and sink deeper onto him.
“Answer me properly,” he demanded, slapping your ass again, harder this time.
“Yes— I’ll keep riding you,” you gasped.
“That’s my good little whore.”
He leaned back again, but his control never wavered. Every time your pace slowed even slightly, his hand came down on your ass — firm, stinging slaps that made you cry out and move faster. Your thighs were already burning, but the mixture of pain and pleasure kept you going.
Minho’s hands roamed your body possessively. He pinched your nipples, twisted them, then soothed them with his palms. His cock throbbed inside you, thick and hot, stretching you open with every bounce.
“Fuck, you’re dripping all over me,” he groaned, voice rougher now. “Such a messy pussy. Keep going. I want to feel you get tired.”
You were getting closer, the angle hitting your g-spot perfectly with every downward thrust. Your moans grew louder, more desperate. Minho noticed.
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he warned, grabbing your hair again and pulling your face close to his. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “You cum when I say so. Keep fucking riding.”
Tears of overstimulation pricked your eyes as you forced yourself to keep bouncing. Your legs trembled, muscles screaming, but Minho’s grip on your hips kept you moving. He started thrusting up to meet you, driving his cock even deeper, making you see stars.
“Minho— please—” you begged, voice breaking.
“Please what?” He slapped your ass again, then gripped both cheeks, spreading them as you rode him. “Please let you cum? Or please fuck you harder like the desperate slut you are?”
“Both— fuck, please—”
He chuckled darkly, the sound low and dangerous. Without warning, he yanked your hair back again, harder this time, forcing you to arch your back as you kept bouncing on his cock.
“You’re getting tired already, aren’t you?” he taunted, watching your face. “Legs shaking. Pussy clenching so fucking tight. But you’re not stopping. Not until I’m done with you.”
Your thighs burned. Sweat slid down your back. Every bounce sent jolts of overwhelming pleasure through you, but exhaustion was setting in. Still, Minho refused to let you slow down. He slapped your ass repeatedly — left, right, left again — each strike pushing you back into a faster rhythm.
“Faster,” he growled. “Ride me like you mean it.”
You sobbed in pleasure, pushing through the fatigue, slamming yourself down on his cock over and over. The wet, filthy sound of your pussy swallowing him was constant now. Minho’s breathing grew heavier, but he still looked in complete control, eyes locked on where your bodies connected.
“Look at that,” he murmured, almost reverently. “My cock disappearing inside your greedy little cunt. So fucking pretty.”
He reached between your bodies and rubbed your swollen clit with two fingers, fast and precise. Your vision blurred.
“Minho— I can’t— I’m gonna—”
“Cum,” he finally allowed, voice rough. “Cum all over my cock like a good girl.”
Your orgasm crashed into you violently. You cried out, body shaking as your pussy spasmed hard around his thick length. Minho groaned, feeling you squeeze him, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting up into you, prolonging your orgasm until you were shaking uncontrollably.
But he still wasn’t done.
Even as you came down, legs trembling violently, he gripped your hips and forced you to keep moving.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” he hissed, pulling your hair again. “You’re going to keep riding until I cum. Understand?”
You nodded weakly, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming intensity. Your body was exhausted, thighs screaming, but Minho’s dominance kept you going. He slapped your ass again, harder, the sting cutting through the haze.
“Faster. Milk my cock.”
You pushed through, bouncing on him with everything you had left. Minho’s control finally started slipping — his hips snapping up more desperately, low grunts escaping his lips.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned. “Such a good little fucktoy. Taking my cock so well even when you’re tired.”
Your second orgasm built quickly, faster than you expected. Minho could feel it.
“Again,” he ordered. “Cum again. Now.”
You shattered around him a second time, sobbing his name. The feeling of your pussy pulsing around him finally pushed Minho over the edge.
With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your pussy, filling you until it leaked out around his cock. He kept thrusting through it, hips stuttering, making sure every drop stayed deep inside you.
For a moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the wet drip of his cum leaking from your used pussy.
Minho finally released your hair, his hand moving to stroke your back almost gently. But his voice was still dark when he spoke against your ear.
“You did so well, baby. Riding me until you couldn’t anymore… Such a perfect little slut for me.”
He pulled you down against his chest, still buried inside you, his arms wrapping around your exhausted body. His lips brushed your temple.
“Next time,” he whispered, voice low and promising, “I won’t let you stop even after I cum.”
You shivered in his arms, completely spent, thighs still trembling around him.
Minho smiled against your skin — that dangerous, beautiful smile.
And you knew he meant every word.
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧
Changbin’s back was pressed against the headboard, muscular arms gripping the sheets tightly as sweat rolled down his chest. His breath came out in short, desperate pants. You had been riding him for what felt like forever — at least twenty-five minutes straight — bouncing, grinding, and using his thick cock like it was nothing more than your personal toy.
And he was losing his mind.
“Fuck— baby… please…” he whimpered, voice hoarse and broken. His usually deep, powerful voice had turned into soft, needy whines. His cock was so sensitive now, throbbing painfully inside your tight, soaked pussy after being ridden without mercy for so long.
You didn’t stop.
Instead, you planted your hands firmly on his broad chest, using his strong body for leverage as you lifted your hips and slammed back down again, taking every inch of him in one smooth motion. The wet, filthy sound of your pussy swallowing his cock echoed loudly in the room.
“Mmm… you feel so good, Binnie,” you moaned, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. “Your cock is so thick… perfect for me to use.”
Changbin’s head fell back against the headboard with a thud, a broken moan escaping his lips. His muscular thighs trembled beneath you. “It’s too much… I’m so fucking sensitive— ahh!” His voice cracked as you ground down hard, rolling your hips in tight circles so his swollen tip rubbed against that perfect spot deep inside you.
You didn’t care.
You were chasing your own pleasure, using him shamelessly. Your juices coated his cock, his balls, and even dripped down onto the sheets. Every time you sank down, more of your cream painted his skin.
“Shit— baby, slow down a little,” he begged, voice turning into a needy whimper. His hands moved to your hips, not to stop you, but just to hold on. “My cock… it’s so sensitive now. You’ve been riding me for so long…”
You leaned forward, biting his bottom lip before pulling back with a smirk. “But you love it, don’t you? You love being my toy.”
Changbin’s cheeks flushed deep red. He nodded frantically, eyes glassy with overwhelming pleasure. “Yes— fuck, yes I do. Use me… use my cock however you want. It’s yours.”
Satisfied with his answer, you sat up straighter and started bouncing harder. Your ass slapped loudly against his muscular thighs with every drop. The wet squelching sounds were obscene. Changbin’s thick cock stretched you so perfectly, veins dragging against your walls with every movement.
He was a mess underneath you.
His abs clenched and unclenched rapidly. Sweat made his skin glow under the low lights. His nipples were hard, chest heaving as he tried to breathe through the overstimulation. Every time you slammed down, a high-pitched whine left his throat.
“Fuck— I’m so sensitive… it hurts but it feels so good,” he sobbed, eyes squeezing shut. “Please don’t stop… don’t stop using me.”
You reached back and grabbed his balls gently, massaging them while you kept riding him relentlessly. Changbin’s whole body jerked, a loud moan tearing from his chest.
“Ahh— baby! That’s— fuck, that’s too much!” His voice cracked again, turning into desperate little whimpers. “I’m gonna cum again if you keep doing that…”
“You already came twice, Binnie,” you purred, not slowing down even a bit. “And you’re still so hard for me. Such a good toy.”
You sped up, riding him with pure selfishness. Your tits bounced wildly in front of his face. Changbin’s eyes were locked on them, tongue hanging out slightly as he panted like a dog in heat. He wanted to touch them so badly, but you had told him to keep his hands on the sheets — and he obeyed like an obedient puppy.
“God… you’re so deep,” you moaned, grinding down especially hard so his cock pressed against your cervix. “I could ride you for hours.”
Changbin let out a pitiful whine, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming sensitivity. His cock was aching, raw, and incredibly sensitive, but he couldn’t get enough of you using him like this.
“Please… kiss me,” he begged softly, voice trembling. “I need you closer.”
You leaned down, pressing your chest against his as you kept bouncing on his cock. Your lips met his in a messy, desperate kiss. He moaned into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours sloppily as you fucked yourself on him. The new angle made his cock hit even deeper, and you both groaned at the same time.
“You’re getting louder, Binnie,” you teased against his lips. “Are you gonna cum again?”
He nodded frantically, hips twitching upward weakly, trying to meet your movements even though he was exhausted. “I think so… you’re squeezing me so tight— fuck, I can’t hold it.”
You sat back up and started riding him with renewed intensity, hands planted on his shoulders for balance. Your pussy clenched around him deliberately on every downstroke, milking his oversensitive cock.
Changbin’s head thrashed against the pillow. “Baby— baby, slow down! I’m too sensitive— ahh, shit— I’m cumming!”
His third orgasm hit him hard. His cock pulsed violently inside you as he spilled again, thick ropes of cum flooding your already soaked pussy. His whole body shook, muscles straining as he moaned loudly, almost sobbing from the intensity.
But you still didn’t stop.
Even as he was cumming, you kept bouncing on his cock, chasing your own high. The overstimulation made Changbin’s eyes roll back, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure and pain.
“Too much— too much— please, I can’t—” he whimpered, tears slipping down his cheeks now. His cock was twitching wildly, still hard despite how sensitive it was. Every movement of your pussy felt like electricity shooting through his body.
You moaned loudly, feeling another orgasm building fast. “Just a little more, baby. Let me use you until I cum.”
Changbin nodded weakly, completely submissive. “Yes… use me. I’m your toy… only yours.”
You rode him through his orgasm and beyond, the mix of his cum and your juices making everything even wetter and sloppier. The sounds were absolutely filthy. You reached down and rubbed your clit fast, using his cock to push yourself over the edge.
When your orgasm finally hit, it was powerful. Your walls clenched hard around his oversensitive length, milking him as you cried out. Your body shook on top of him, thighs trembling violently from how long you had been riding.
Changbin whimpered underneath you, feeling your pussy flutter and squeeze him. “So tight… you’re squeezing me so good— fuck…”
You kept moving slowly through your orgasm, grinding down on him until the pleasure became too much for both of you. Finally, you collapsed forward onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat.
Changbin’s arms wrapped around you immediately, holding you close even though his cock was still buried deep inside you, twitching with aftershocks. He was a complete mess — flushed cheeks, teary eyes, and soft little whimpers still leaving his lips every few seconds.
“You’re going to kill me one day,” he whispered hoarsely, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. “Using me like that… fuck, I love it so much.”
You smiled against his neck, gently clenching around his sensitive cock just to hear him whine again. He did — a soft, broken sound that made you giggle.
“Too sensitive?” you asked teasingly.
He nodded, hiding his face in your hair. “Yes… but don’t pull off yet. I want to stay inside you a little longer.”
You stayed like that for a long time — your body resting on top of his strong frame, his cock still buried deep, slowly softening inside your cum-filled pussy. Changbin kept stroking your back with shaky hands, whispering how much he loved being used by you.
Even completely exhausted and overstimulated, he was already thinking about the next time you would ride him until he couldn’t think straight.
Because for Changbin, there was nothing hotter than being your personal toy.
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𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧
The bedroom was bathed in soft, golden light from the bedside lamps. Hyunjin lay sprawled elegantly across the silk sheets like a Renaissance painting brought to life — long limbs relaxed, dark hair fanned out across the pillow, lips slightly parted. His lean, toned body was completely bare, skin glowing under the warm lighting. His cock rested hard and flushed against his lower stomach, already leaking precum just from watching you.
He looked utterly relaxed. Almost lazy.
A spoiled, beautiful pillow princess who had no intention of doing any work tonight.
You climbed onto the bed and straddled his narrow waist. Hyunjin’s eyes sparkled with mischief and lust as he looked up at you, a slow, dreamy smile spreading across his face.
“Are you going to take care of me tonight, angel?” he asked, voice low and smooth like velvet. He didn’t move to touch you. He simply rested his hands beside his head on the pillow, wrists relaxed, completely surrendering control.
You leaned down and kissed him deeply. He hummed softly into your mouth, letting you lead the kiss, his tongue lazily brushing against yours. When you pulled back, his lips were shiny and his cheeks already flushed.
“Yes,” you whispered against his jaw. “I’m going to use you until I can’t anymore.”
Hyunjin’s breath hitched, but his smile only grew. “Good. I want to watch you.”
You reached between your bodies and wrapped your fingers around his cock. He was incredibly hard, long and beautifully thick, the head glistening. You stroked him slowly, spreading his precum, and Hyunjin let out a soft, breathy moan, eyes fluttering but never closing completely. He wanted to see everything.
You positioned yourself over him and slowly sank down.
A long, pretty whimper left Hyunjin’s lips as your tight, wet heat enveloped him inch by inch. His head pressed back deeper into the pillow, exposing the elegant line of his throat.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” he breathed, voice already turning breathy. “So warm and tight around me…”
You didn’t give him time to adjust. Once he was fully buried inside you, you started moving — slow, deep rolls of your hips at first, grinding down so your clit rubbed perfectly against his pelvis. Hyunjin’s hands stayed on the pillow, fingers curling loosely into the sheets as he let you use him.
His eyes were half-lidded, dark with pleasure, watching intently as your body moved on top of him. Every bounce made your breasts sway, and his gaze stayed locked there, mesmerized.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured dreamily. “Riding me… using my cock like it’s your favorite toy. Keep going, baby. Don’t stop.”
You planted your hands on his chest for balance and began bouncing properly. The wet, slick sounds of your pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the room. Hyunjin’s mouth fell open in a silent moan, his long lashes fluttering every time you slammed down.
He looked ethereal — flushed cheeks, swollen lips, hair messy against the white pillow. A spoiled prince completely lost in pleasure.
“Harder,” he whined softly, hips twitching just slightly underneath you, but never really thrusting up. He wanted you to do everything. “I want to feel you take me deeper.”
You obeyed, riding him faster, your ass slapping against his thighs with every drop. Sweat started to glisten on your skin. Hyunjin’s cock throbbed inside you, hitting all the right spots as you angled your hips just right.
“Oh my god…” he moaned beautifully, the sound high and melodic. “You’re going to ruin me like this. My cock is so deep inside you… I can feel everything.”
You leaned forward, changing the angle, and Hyunjin’s eyes rolled back for a moment. A broken, pretty whimper escaped him as you rode him harder, your pussy clenching around his length with every stroke.
His hands finally moved — not to control you, but to rest gently on your thighs, fingers stroking your skin tenderly.
“You’re so wet,” he gasped, voice trembling with pleasure. “I can hear how soaked you are. You love using me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you moaned, bouncing faster. “I love your cock, Hyunjin. It’s mine tonight.”
A shudder ran through his body at your words. His head pressed deeper into the pillow, lips parted as soft, needy sounds kept spilling out of him. He looked completely blissed out — the picture of a pampered pillow princess who was more than happy to just lie there and be used for your pleasure.
You sat up straighter again, hands on his abs, and started riding him with pure selfishness. Long, powerful strokes that made his cock disappear completely inside your dripping pussy every time. The wet squelching sounds grew louder. Your juices were dripping down his balls and onto the sheets.
Hyunjin’s breathing was ragged now, but his eyes stayed on you, drinking in every detail — the way your tits bounced, the way your face twisted in pleasure, the way your pussy stretched around him.
“Faster, angel… please,” he begged sweetly, voice cracking. “Use me more. I want to feel you get tired on my cock.”
Your thighs were already burning, but the pleasure was too good. You kept riding him relentlessly, slamming down hard, grinding in circles, then bouncing again. Hyunjin’s moans grew louder, more desperate, but he never once tried to take control. He simply lay there, letting you fuck yourself on him like he was nothing but a beautiful, breathing dildo for your satisfaction.
“Fuck— I’m so close already,” he whined, fingers tightening slightly on your thighs. “You’re going to make me cum just by using me like this…”
You reached down and rubbed your clit while continuing to ride him, chasing your own orgasm. Hyunjin watched with hooded eyes, lips trembling.
“You look so pretty when you’re about to cum,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Keep going. Take what you need from me.”
Your orgasm hit you hard. You cried out, body shaking as your pussy clenched violently around his cock. Hyunjin moaned loudly at the feeling, his own hips twitching helplessly beneath you as you kept riding him through your climax, prolonging your pleasure.
Even after you came, you didn’t stop.
Your legs were exhausted, trembling violently, but you kept bouncing on his sensitive cock. Hyunjin’s eyes widened, a high-pitched, broken moan tearing from his throat.
“Baby— oh fuck, I’m so sensitive now…” he whimpered, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. “You’re still riding me… you’re going to kill me.”
But he made no move to stop you. If anything, his cock twitched harder inside you, clearly loving every second of being used.
You leaned down, pressing your chest against his as you kept moving your hips. Your lips brushed his ear.
“I’m not done with you yet, princess.”
Hyunjin let out a shaky, delighted laugh that turned into a moan as you clenched around him. His hands finally moved up to gently hold your waist, but only to feel you — not to guide.
“Yes… keep using me,” he breathed, voice completely fucked out. “I’m your pretty toy tonight. Ride me until you can’t move anymore.”
You sat back up and kept going, slower now but deep, grinding hard on every downstroke. Hyunjin’s head was thrown back, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, soft whimpers and pretty moans continuously falling from his lips. His cock was throbbing, oversensitive, but he was clearly in heaven.
Every time you slammed down, his body jolted beautifully beneath you. His abs flexed, chest heaving, nipples hard. He looked like the most exquisite work of art — flushed, ruined, and completely surrendered to your pleasure.
You rode him for what felt like ages, chasing a second orgasm while Hyunjin fell apart underneath you. His whimpers turned into desperate, high-pitched cries as overstimulation took over.
“Baby… I’m so close again,” he sobbed softly. “Please don’t stop. I want to cum while you’re using me.”
You rode him harder, ignoring the burning in your thighs. When your second orgasm crashed over you, Hyunjin followed right after, moaning your name like a prayer as thick ropes of cum spilled deep inside you. His body shook elegantly beneath you, hands finally gripping your hips tightly as he came.
Even then, you kept moving slowly, milking every last drop from his sensitive cock until both of you were completely spent.
You finally collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily. Hyunjin’s arms wrapped around you lazily, holding you close while his cock softened inside you. He pressed soft, tired kisses to your forehead, a blissful smile on his flushed face.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered dreamily. “I love being your pillow princess… I could let you use me like that forever.”
He nuzzled into your neck, clearly satisfied and glowing with pleasure.
“Next time,” he murmured sleepily, voice soft and content, “I want you to ride me even longer.”
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𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱
The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and wet skin slapping together. Felix lay on his back, golden hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, his freckled cheeks flushed a deep pink. His eyes were glassy, half-lidded with overwhelming pleasure and desperation as you rode him relentlessly.
He was a complete mess underneath you.
“Baby… please…” Felix whimpered, his voice high and broken. His hands clutched desperately at your waist, fingers digging into your skin like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. Every time you sank down on his cock, he let out a needy, shaky moan, hips twitching up instinctively.
You had been riding him for nearly thirty minutes straight, switching between fast bounces and slow, torturous grinds. His cock was rock hard inside you, throbbing and oversensitive, but you still hadn’t let him cum.
Felix looked so fucking cute like this — desperate, teary-eyed, clinging to you like you were his lifeline.
“Fuck— you feel so good,” he gasped, voice cracking. His arms wrapped tightly around your back, pulling your chest flush against his. He buried his face in your neck, lips brushing your skin as he panted hotly. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore. Please let me cum. Just once… I’ll be so good for you.”
You slowed your movements, grinding down deep and rolling your hips in circles, feeling every inch of his thick cock stretching you. Felix let out a broken sob, his fingers trembling against your back as he held you even tighter.
“Angel… my angel,” he whined, voice muffled against your neck. “You’re so wet and warm… I’m losing my mind. Please, I need to cum inside you. I’ve been so patient.”
His cock twitched violently inside your pussy, and you knew he was right on the edge again. You kept moving slowly, teasing him, enjoying the way his body shook underneath you.
Felix’s grip became almost frantic. He clung to you like a lifeline, arms locked around your waist, legs tangled with yours. His hips bucked up desperately, trying to fuck you from below, but you stayed in control, keeping the pace torturously slow.
“Baby, please…” he begged again, voice cracking with emotion. Tears were gathering at the corners of his beautiful eyes. “I’ve been holding it for so long. My cock hurts… it’s so sensitive. Just let me fill you up. I’ll do anything.”
You leaned back slightly, placing your hands on his chest as you started bouncing again — harder this time. Felix’s head fell back against the pillow, a loud, desperate moan tearing from his throat. His hands slid down to grip your ass, squeezing hard as he tried to pull you down even deeper.
“Oh my god— yes, just like that,” he cried out, eyes rolling back. “You’re going to make me cum… please don’t stop. I’m so close— so fucking close.”
His freckled chest heaved with every breath. Sweat glistened on his skin. His cock was impossibly hard inside you, pulsing with the need to release. But every time he got too close, you slowed down again, edging him cruelly.
Felix let out a frustrated, needy sob.
“Why are you being so mean to me?” he whimpered, looking up at you with those big, watery eyes. His bottom lip trembled. “I’ve been such a good boy… riding you for so long. Please let me cum. I’ll be quick, I promise. I just need to fill your pretty pussy… please, please, please.”
He looked so adorable begging like this — cheeks red, eyes glossy, voice all high and desperate. You couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss him. Felix kissed you back like a man starved, tongue sliding messily against yours as he moaned into your mouth. His arms wrapped around you even tighter, pulling you impossibly closer while you kept riding him.
When you pulled back for air, he was panting, almost crying.
“I’m begging you,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Let me cum inside you. I need it so bad. I feel like I’m going to explode.”
You smiled down at him and started riding him faster, bouncing hard on his cock. The wet, filthy sounds of your soaked pussy taking him filled the entire room. Felix’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure.
“Yes— yes— fuck, thank you!” he cried out, voice breaking beautifully. His hands gripped your waist so tightly it would probably bruise. “Don’t stop— I’m gonna cum— I’m really gonna cum this time—”
His whole body started trembling underneath you. His cock swelled even more inside your tight walls, throbbing wildly.
“Please— please let me,” he sobbed, tears slipping down his cheeks now. “I’ve been so good… I held it for you… please let your good boy cum.”
You leaned down, lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “Cum for me, Lix.”
That was all it took.
Felix let out a loud, broken cry as his orgasm finally crashed over him. His back arched off the bed, hips stuttering up wildly as he came hard inside you. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your pussy, filling you so much it started leaking out around his cock with every thrust.
He clung to you desperately the entire time, arms locked around your body, face buried in your neck as he moaned and whimpered through his intense orgasm.
“So much… I’m cumming so much,” he sobbed against your skin, body shaking uncontrollably. “Thank you— thank you— fuck, it feels so good…”
Even after his orgasm started to fade, he kept holding onto you tightly, hips still twitching as he pumped the last few weak spurts of cum deep inside you. His breathing was ragged, body limp and exhausted beneath you.
You kept moving slowly, gently riding him through the aftershocks. Felix whimpered softly, oversensitive but refusing to let you go.
“Stay… don’t pull off yet,” he begged quietly, voice hoarse and small. “I want to stay inside you. Please… just a little longer.”
You smiled and leaned down to kiss his sweaty forehead, his cheeks, his trembling lips. Felix kissed you back weakly, still clinging to you like you might disappear.
“You’re so cute when you beg,” you whispered, gently brushing his damp hair away from his forehead.
Felix blushed even deeper, hiding his face in your neck again with a shy, embarrassed whimper.
“I can’t help it…” he mumbled against your skin. “When you ride me like that… I lose my mind. You feel too good. I get so desperate.”
He tightened his arms around you, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone.
“Can I… can I cum again later?” he asked softly, voice hopeful and still a little shaky. “Even if it’s just once more… I want to fill you up again.”
You laughed softly and rolled your hips once, making him gasp.
“We’ll see, baby. But for now… you’re going to keep staying inside me while I use you a little more.”
Felix let out a needy, happy whine, nodding eagerly as he clung to you even tighter.
“Yes… use me as long as you want,” he whispered, voice full of love and desperation. “I’m yours.”
He stayed wrapped around you like that — arms locked tight, cock still buried deep inside your cum-filled pussy, breathing softly against your neck as you continued to move slowly on top of him.
Completely desperate.
Completely clingy.
And completely in love with being used by you.
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𝐇𝐚𝐧
Jisung was trembling beneath you.
His whole body shook — thighs, arms, even his lips — as you continued to ride him slowly, deeply, using his cock like it existed solely for your pleasure. Sweat covered his forehead, his dark hair sticking to it in messy strands. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, eyes glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure and desperation.
“P-please…” he whimpered, voice high and broken. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore, but don’t stop— fuck, please don’t stop.”
You had already made him cum twice. Thick loads of his cum were leaking out of your pussy every time you lifted your hips, making the slide even wetter and filthier. Yet Han still looked at you like he would die if you pulled off him.
You smiled down at him, rolling your hips in a slow, torturous circle.
“Look at you,” you cooed softly. “Such a desperate little slut. How many times have you cum already, Hannie?”
He whined loudly at your words, hips twitching up helplessly. “T-two… I came twice… but I need more. Please, I need to stay inside you. Your pussy feels too good— it’s so warm and tight and wet, I don’t want to leave…”
You laughed softly, and that was his undoing.
The moment the soft laugh left your lips, Jisung’s entire face burned redder. He squeezed his eyes shut in pure embarrassment, one arm coming up to cover his face.
“Don’t laugh at me…” he mumbled, voice muffled and shy. “I know I sound pathetic… but I can’t help it. You feel so fucking good I could live in your pussy.”
You laughed again, louder this time, deliberately clenching around his sensitive cock as you kept riding him. Han let out a broken moan, his body jerking underneath you.
“Stop— ahh— don’t laugh,” he begged, peeking at you from behind his arm, eyes watery. “It’s embarrassing… I sound so needy.”
“But you are needy, baby,” you teased, leaning forward so your breasts hung right above his face. “You’re my desperate, trembling boy who can’t stop cumming but still wants more.”
The sight of your tits so close made him lose it.
With a needy whine, Han surged upward, latching his mouth onto one of your breasts. He sucked hard, tongue swirling around your nipple desperately, moaning loudly against your skin as you kept bouncing on his cock. His hands grabbed your waist tightly, fingers digging in as if afraid you’d disappear.
“Mmmph— fuck,” he moaned around your nipple, sucking sloppily, switching between licking and gentle bites. “Your tits are so perfect… I love sucking them while you ride me.”
You threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling his face harder against your chest. Han whimpered happily, sucking even more eagerly, spit dripping down your breast as he lost himself in the feeling.
“You’re such a messy boy,” you murmured, grinding down deep. “Sucking on my tits like you’ll die without them.”
He nodded frantically, refusing to let go of your nipple. His cock throbbed violently inside you, still hard despite cumming twice already. The overstimulation made him shake even harder, thighs quivering beneath you.
You started bouncing faster, the wet sounds of your cum-filled pussy filling the room. Han pulled off your breast with a wet pop, gasping for air, only to immediately latch onto the other one, sucking desperately.
“Gonna cum again—” he sobbed against your skin, voice muffled. “Please let me cum inside you one more time. I just want to stay buried in your pussy… it’s so good, so warm, I never want to leave—”
You clenched around him deliberately and laughed again.
Han whimpered in embarrassment, hiding his face between your breasts, still sucking greedily. “Don’t laugh… I know I’m pathetic. I’ve cum so many times but I still want more… I’m such a greedy boy for your pussy.”
“You are,” you agreed, riding him harder. “But you’re my greedy boy.”
That seemed to break him completely.
Han started crying softly — pretty tears slipping down his flushed cheeks as he clung to you, mouth still latched onto your breast. His hips bucked up weakly, trying to meet your movements even though he was exhausted.
“I’m so sensitive…” he cried, voice shaking. “My cock hurts but it feels too good. Please don’t stop riding me. I want to cum again. Please, please let me fill you up one more time.”
You rode him mercilessly, ass slapping against his thighs with every bounce. Han was a complete wreck — trembling, moaning, sucking desperately on your tits while tears rolled down his face. Every time you slammed down, a fresh wave of overstimulation made him sob around your nipple.
“You’re going to make me cum again,” he whimpered, switching to the other breast and sucking even harder, tongue flicking rapidly. “I can feel it building… please don’t edge me this time. I need it. I need to cum inside you.”
You leaned down, lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “Then cum for me, Hannie. Fill me up like the desperate slut you are.”
That pushed him over the edge.
Han let out a loud, broken cry, his entire body seizing up as his third orgasm hit him like a freight train. His cock pulsed violently inside you, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into your already overflowing pussy. He clung to you desperately, arms wrapped tightly around your back, face buried between your breasts as he shook and sobbed through the intense pleasure.
“So much… I’m cumming so much again,” he whimpered, voice wrecked. “Your pussy is milking me so good— fuck, I love it. I love being inside you.”
Even after his orgasm faded, he refused to let you stop. His hands gripped your waist, weakly encouraging you to keep moving.
“Don’t pull off… please,” he begged softly, still trembling. “I want to stay inside you forever. Even if I can’t cum anymore… just let me feel your warm pussy around me.”
You smiled and kept riding him slowly, grinding deep. Han whimpered at the overstimulation but didn’t protest. Instead, he went back to sucking on your breasts, gentle now, almost comforting himself with the soft flesh in his mouth.
“You’re going to kill me one day,” he mumbled sleepily against your skin, eyes half-closed in bliss. “But I don’t care. I just want to stay like this… buried in your perfect pussy while you use me.”
He looked up at you with those big, teary, adoring eyes, cheeks burning with embarrassment even as he kept sucking softly on your nipple.
“Was it… too much?” he asked shyly, voice small. “When I begged like that?”
You laughed again, and Han immediately hid his face between your breasts with a shy, embarrassed whine.
“Stop laughing at meeee,” he complained cutely, voice muffled. But you felt his cock twitch inside you, still hard, still desperate for more.
You rolled your hips slowly, making him moan.
“We’re not done yet, Hannie,” you whispered. “I want to see how many more times my desperate boy can cum for me.”
Han let out a needy, shaky whimper, clinging to you tighter as he went back to sucking on your tits, completely submissive and utterly addicted to the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.
He was yours — trembling, embarrassed, desperate, and ready to let you use him until he couldn’t take it anymore.
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𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧
Seungmin lay beneath you with that signature smug little smirk on his face, even as his chest heaved and sweat glistened on his pale skin. His hands were supposed to stay above his head, but he kept testing you — fingers twitching like he wanted to grab your hips.
“You’re really enjoying this, huh?” he muttered, trying to sound bored even though his voice was already breathy. “Using me like a toy. How pathetic.”
You raised an eyebrow and slammed down hard on his cock, making him gasp sharply.
“Pathetic?” you asked sweetly, rolling your hips in slow, torturous circles. “You’re the one who’s been moaning like a whore for the past twenty minutes, Seungmin.”
His cheeks flushed instantly, but he still tried to keep up the act.
“I’m not— ahh… fuck—” His words broke off into a pathetic, high-pitched whimper as you clenched around him. His cock twitched hard inside your soaked pussy.
You smiled darkly and started bouncing faster, your ass slapping loudly against his thighs. Seungmin’s head fell back against the pillow, but he still tried to run his mouth.
“This is boring,” he lied, biting his lip hard. “You could at least ride me properly if you’re going to use me like this—”
You cut him off by grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking his head back, forcing him to look at you while you rode him harder.
“Keep talking shit and I’ll edge you for another hour,” you warned.
Seungmin’s eyes sparkled with something mischievous and needy. He knew exactly what he was doing. The bratty attitude was all an act — a way to provoke you into punishing him exactly how he wanted.
But he couldn’t hide how much he loved it.
His next moan was pure filth — a broken, pathetic little cry that made your pussy clench around him.
“F-fuck… you’re so mean,” he whined, voice cracking beautifully. “Using my cock like this… treating me like a fucking toy—”
You slapped his thigh hard, the sound sharp in the room. Seungmin gasped, his hips jerking up involuntarily.
“Such a bratty mouth,” you growled, riding him faster. “Maybe you don’t deserve to cum.”
His eyes widened in panic, even as his cock throbbed harder inside you.
“No— wait, please,” he begged, the bratty mask slipping for a second. “I’ll be good. I swear I’ll be good—”
You laughed and slowed down deliberately, grinding torturously slow on his oversensitive cock. Seungmin let out the most pathetic whimper you’d ever heard from him — high, needy, and completely broken.
“Don’t slow down… please don’t slow down,” he cried, hips twitching desperately beneath you. “I need it faster— fuck, I’m so close again…”
“You’ve already cum twice, Seungmin,” you reminded him, still moving painfully slow. “And you’re still acting like a spoiled little brat.”
He bit his lip, trying to hold back another moan, but it slipped out anyway — a soft, embarrassing whine that made his ears turn bright red.
“I’m not… I’m not a brat,” he mumbled, clearly lying. His hands fisted the sheets above his head as he fought the urge to touch you.
You suddenly stopped moving completely, his cock buried deep inside you.
Seungmin’s eyes snapped open, wide and desperate.
“No— no, don’t stop!” he pleaded, voice cracking. “Please move… I’ll stop being mean, I swear. Just please fuck me properly—”
You tilted your head, smirking. “Say it nicely.”
Seungmin’s face burned with embarrassment, but the need won.
“Please…” he whispered, voice small and shaky. “Please use me. Ride me until I can’t think. I want it… I want you to ruin me.”
You rewarded him by slamming down hard, riding him with brutal intensity. Seungmin’s back arched off the bed, a loud, pathetic moan tearing from his throat.
“Fuck— yes— thank you— oh my god,” he sobbed, voice getting higher and more broken with every bounce. “Your pussy is so good… so fucking tight, I can’t— ahh!”
The more you rode him, the more his tough front crumbled. His moans turned truly pathetic — high-pitched, whimpering, almost sobbing sounds that made him sound completely ruined.
You leaned forward, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head as you fucked yourself on his cock.
“Look at you,” you taunted. “All that attitude and now you’re crying like a desperate slut.”
Seungmin’s eyes were glassy with tears, lips trembling as he moaned helplessly.
“I’m sorry— I’m sorry,” he whimpered, voice cracking. “I’ll be good. I’ll be your good boy— just please don’t stop. I need to cum again. Please let me cum inside you.”
You rode him harder, the wet sounds of your cum-filled pussy obscene. Seungmin had already given you two loads, and yet he was still rock hard, twitching and throbbing inside you.
His third orgasm hit him suddenly.
“Fuck— I’m cumming— I’m cumming again—” he cried out, body shaking violently beneath you. Thick ropes of cum spilled deep inside you as he sobbed through the pleasure, tears slipping down his temples.
But you didn’t stop.
You kept riding him through his orgasm, chasing your own pleasure. Seungmin’s eyes widened in overstimulation.
“Too much— too much— ahh, fuck— it’s too sensitive!” he wailed, voice completely pathetic now. His whole body trembled, thighs quivering, but he made no real attempt to push you off.
Because he loved it.
You could see it in his eyes — the way he secretly adored being used and punished like this.
“P-please… I can’t take it,” he lied again, another bratty attempt even while crying. “You’re going to break me—”
You slapped his thigh hard and kept bouncing.
“Good,” you said coldly. “Then I’ll break you.”
Seungmin let out the most broken, beautiful sob you’d ever heard, his cock twitching wildly inside your overstimulated pussy. He was a complete mess — flushed skin, tear-streaked face, desperate whimpers and pathetic little cries spilling from his lips nonstop.
Yet every time you slowed down, he would whine and beg.
“Don’t stop… please don’t stop using me,” he cried, voice hoarse. “Even if it hurts… I want it. I want you to ride me until I can’t cum anymore.”
You leaned down and bit his neck, making him moan loudly. His wrists were still pinned above his head as you used him without mercy, chasing another orgasm while he trembled and whimpered beneath you.
When your own climax finally hit, you clenched hard around him, moaning his name. Seungmin cried out at the feeling, another weak spurt of cum leaking from his oversensitive cock.
You kept moving slowly through both your orgasms, grinding deep, making him sob from the intensity.
Seungmin looked up at you with teary, adoring eyes, completely ruined and yet still so needy.
“More…” he whispered hoarsely, voice barely audible. “Please… one more time. I want to stay inside you. Even if I can’t cum anymore… just let me feel you.”
You smiled down at your beautiful, bratty boy and rolled your hips again, making him whimper pathetically.
“Such a spoiled little prince,” you murmured, kissing his tear-stained cheek. “Begging to be used until he breaks.”
Seungmin hid his face in your neck, embarrassed but nodding desperately as he clung to you.
“Yes… I’m your spoiled brat,” he whispered, voice shaking. “Now please… keep ruining me.”
And you did.
You rode him until his moans turned into weak, broken whimpers. Until his body stopped trembling and simply melted beneath you. Until he was so overstimulated he could barely speak — only soft, pathetic little sounds leaving his lips as he let you use him exactly how he secretly craved.
Completely submitted.
Completely addicted.
And completely yours.
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𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧
Jeongin looked like he was about to cry.
His face was flushed a deep, adorable tomato red, cheeks burning, sweat making his dark hair stick to his forehead. Those pretty fox-like eyes were glassy with tears, lashes wet as he blinked up at you. His plump lips were parted, letting out the softest, whiniest moans you had ever heard from him.
And you were still riding him.
“N-noona…” he whimpered, voice high and trembling, so fucking cute it made your pussy clench around him. “It’s too much… I-I already came three times but you’re still… ahh!”
His hands gripped your thighs tightly, fingers trembling as you continued to bounce on his cock. He was so sensitive now — his poor cock red and swollen from being used for so long, yet still rock hard inside your soaked pussy.
You smiled down at him, brushing his damp hair back gently while rolling your hips in slow, deep circles.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” you cooed. “Look at you… such a pretty, desperate boy for me.”
Jeongin let out a broken, adorable moan at your praise, his hips twitching weakly underneath you. Fresh tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, rolling down his flushed cheeks.
“I-I want to make Noona feel good,” he sobbed softly, voice cracking in the most endearing way. “Even if it’s too much… I can take it. Please keep using me. Please.”
He looked so fucking cute like this — face burning red, eyes watery, lips shiny and trembling. Every time you sank down on his cock, a high-pitched, whiny moan escaped him, his whole body jolting cutely.
“Fuck— Noona’s pussy is so warm…” he whimpered, biting his lip hard. “It keeps squeezing me… I feel like I’m going to melt. But it feels so good. So, so good—”
You leaned forward, placing your hands on his chest as you started bouncing faster. Jeongin’s eyes widened, a loud, pathetic moan tearing from his throat as his sensitive cock was stimulated even more.
“Ahh— Noona! Slow down— please, I’m too sensitive!” he cried, tears flowing freely now. His face was an absolute mess: flushed crimson, eyes sparkling with overwhelmed pleasure, lips shiny with spit.
But even as he begged you to slow down, his hands stayed firmly on your thighs, pulling you down harder every time you lifted up.
“Don’t stop…” he whispered a second later, voice small and needy. “I lied… I don’t want you to slow down. I want Noona to feel good. Use my cock as much as you want. It’s yours.”
You smiled and rode him harder, your ass slapping loudly against his thighs. The wet, filthy sounds of your cum-filled pussy taking his overstimulated cock filled the room. Jeongin’s head fell back against the pillow, exposing his pretty neck as he moaned shamelessly.
“Nngh— Noona… you’re going to make me cum again,” he sobbed, voice so adorably whiny. “I don’t know if I have anything left but… I want to. I want to cum inside you again. Please let me fill you up one more time.”
His cock throbbed violently inside you, twitching with every bounce. He was so oversensitive that every movement made his body jerk cutely, thighs shaking underneath you.
You reached down and gently wiped the tears from his cheeks while still riding him.
“You’re so cute when you cry, Innie,” you murmured. “Does it hurt?”
Jeongin nodded frantically, more tears spilling as he looked up at you with those big, watery eyes.
“It hurts… but it feels so good,” he confessed breathlessly. “My cock is so sensitive now… every time you move it feels like electricity. But I love it. I love when Noona uses me like this.”
He suddenly leaned up, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face between your breasts, whimpering softly as you kept bouncing on him.
“Noona’s tits are so soft,” he mumbled against your skin, voice muffled and needy. “Can I… can I suck them? Please?”
You nodded, and Jeongin immediately latched onto one of your nipples, sucking gently at first, then harder, moaning around it like it was his favorite thing in the world. His pretty whimpers vibrated against your skin as you rode him faster.
“Mmm— Noona…” he whined between sucks, switching to the other nipple. “You’re going to ruin me… but I want it. I want Noona to ruin her maknae.”
His words were so innocent yet so filthy, spoken in that soft, desperate voice. You couldn’t resist bouncing harder, making him cry out around your breast.
Jeongin pulled back slightly, looking up at you with teary, lovesick eyes, lips shiny and swollen.
“I’m gonna cum again…” he sobbed, voice cracking adorably. “Noona, please— can I? Can your good boy cum inside you? I’ve been so good, right? Taking everything you give me…”
You cupped his burning red cheeks and kissed him deeply, still riding him without mercy.
“Cum for me, baby,” you whispered against his lips.
That was all he needed.
Jeongin let out the cutest, most broken moan as his fourth orgasm hit him. His whole body shook violently beneath you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he clung to you like a lifeline. Thick, warm spurts of cum flooded your pussy again, even though he had already given you so much.
“Ahh— Noona! I’m cumming… I’m cumming so much again—” he cried, tears streaming down his face as pleasure overwhelmed him. His hips twitched helplessly, pushing his sensitive cock deeper into you as he rode out his orgasm.
Even after he finished, you didn’t stop moving.
Jeongin whimpered pathetically, burying his face in your neck as overstimulation took over.
“It’s too much… too sensitive… Noona, please—” he sobbed, but his arms stayed locked around you, not pushing you away. “I can’t… I really can’t take it but… don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I want to make Noona cum again. I want to be good for you.”
You kept riding him slowly, grinding deep, feeling his cum leak out around his cock with every movement. Jeongin was a shaking, whimpering, teary-eyed mess — face tomato red, lips trembling, eyes half-closed in exhausted pleasure.
“You’re so cute like this, Innie,” you praised, kissing his wet cheeks. “Crying and begging even when you’re overstimulated.”
He let out a shy, embarrassed whine, hiding his face in your neck again.
“It’s embarrassing…” he mumbled, voice small. “But I like it when Noona uses me until I cry. I like making you feel good… even if my cock feels like it’s going to explode.”
You smiled and started bouncing again, slower but deep. Jeongin moaned loudly, the sound so sweet and pathetic it made your stomach flutter.
“Noona…” he whimpered, clinging to you desperately. “I love you. I love being your good boy. Please keep riding me. Even if I can’t cum anymore… I just want to stay inside you. Your pussy feels like heaven.”
His words were so earnest, so full of love and desperation, that you felt yourself getting close again. You rode him a little faster, chasing your pleasure while Jeongin continued to moan and whimper cutely beneath you.
When your orgasm finally hit, you clenched hard around his oversensitive cock. Jeongin cried out softly, holding you tighter as you came, his own body twitching from the intensity.
You collapsed on top of him, both of you breathing heavily. Jeongin’s arms stayed wrapped around you, his cock still buried deep inside your cum-filled pussy.
He pressed soft, tired kisses to your shoulder, still trembling slightly.
“Was I good, Noona?” he asked quietly, voice hoarse and shy. “Did I make you feel good?”
You lifted your head and kissed his red, tear-streaked cheeks.
“You were perfect, baby,” you whispered. “My sweet, desperate boy.”
Jeongin smiled shyly, eyes still watery, face burning as he nuzzled into your neck.
“Then… can we stay like this a little longer?” he asked softly. “I don’t want to pull out yet. I like feeling you around me… even if I’m too sensitive.”
You nodded, gently stroking his hair as he clung to you, completely exhausted but still so eager to please.
Your adorable, overstimulated maknae — flushed, teary-eyed, and utterly in love with being used by you.
