smut [18+]prompt - [dialogue] : “I’m not wearing any panties”
–▸ pairing: nct 127 x reader –▸ word count: 2.3k
Taeil:
–▸ an immediate reaction: his skin heats, and there’s no way of hiding it. He’s scandalized, thrown completely off guard. Will look for something to calm himself down, likely water, and swallow thickly before he can even think of responding to you
–▸ if you’re in public, he’ll likely be unable to respond with many words, and if you want to get any kind of satisfaction, you’ll have to guide his hand to your core yourself. He’ll tense up, but over time, he’ll begin to caress your thigh, might go as far as toying with your panties or feeling how wet you are, but it would take something like a spark of jealousy to push Taeil to finger you in public.
–▸ and if you’re at home, where no one can catch you, Taeil would have a more resigned reaction to you telling him you’re “not wearing any panties”. he’d sigh, as if you’re a nuisance, but collect you in his arms all the same, asking “what should i do with you then, hmm baby?” with every intention to follow through with whatever you ask of him.
Johnny:
–▸ don’t test him like this if you’re not willing to take what he gives you as retaliation. saying something like “i’m not wearing any panties” to a big, hot blooded male like John J Suh will always get you somewhere, it’s just not always the place you expect, and it will be on histerms.
–▸if you’re in public, John will find a way to check that you’re not lying to him. If at dinner with the boys, he’ll slip his hand up your skirt, but if you’re at an event where it’s hard to be inconspicuous, one mention of not wearing panties will prompt John to excuse you both asap. The longer it takes for him to be able to excuse you both, however, the bigger ‘punishment’ you’ll receive for being his ‘needy little cock slut,’ who is ‘insistent on teasing and being naughty.’
–▸and if you’re at home, good luck :) “You know all you had to do was ask, right gorgeous?” he’d say, one hand applying force to the back of your neck and pushing you face down against the dining table while the other lifts your skirt up to reveal your bare ass. “But because you teased me like this-now I have to punish you.” sometimes he’ll go easy on you, after all, what else can he expect from his needy baby when he walks around shirtless half the time too?
Taeyong:
–▸ flustered as hell, instantaneously. he never knows what to say; does he go for being seductive and dominant? or more submissive about the fact that you’re teasing him like this? reactions will vary based on a number of things, but he’ll always, 100% of the time, without fail, ensure that you get off, if that was your goal in going commando.
–▸ if you’re in public, he might actually pull his hand away if you bring it to your thigh and try to show him that you’re not wearing panties under your skirt. The type to tense up, ears turning red, eyes widening- making this man flustered while he’s around his friends will almost never lead to much, because Taeyong is so focused on being a leader- can you imagine what the dreamies would say if they found out he left the table in the restaurant to finger fuck you in the bathroom? or if he finger fucked youthere?out of the questionlol
–▸ and if you’re at home, Taeyong has more ability to follow through with your cheeky words. “really?” he’d ask, dragging you to his chest by his hips. if he’s feeling more submissive, he’ll ask you “why?” and listen patiently while you tell him you need him, riling him up and getting him eager to please. and if he’s in a more dominant mood, he might pull you in for a kiss and lead you to the couch or the bed, fingers exploring while he praises you for knowing exactly what to do to make him feel good.
Yuta:
–▸ this is the guy who doesn’t care what you two are up to, if you tell him you’re “not wearing panties”, he drops everything to fuck you. He won’t even pretend it’s for another reason- seven times out of ten, he’s going to straight up repeat that you’re not wearing pantiestowhoever else is near you as he drags you to the closest private room.
–▸ if you’re in public, he’ll find a way to excuse you both. even if you’re in a place where he could get away with finger fucking you under a table, or during a movie, Yuta’s not the kind of guy who’s into quiet sex. he might tease you and make you cum once while you hold in the moans, but it’s always about finding a second location. “where are you two going?” “to the bathroom to fuck, you said they’re down that hall right?” “just make sure you’re both back before your food gets here!” “i might not even be hungry by then.”
–▸ and if you’re at home, get ready for a long night. if you’re dating Yuta, your pussy is his pussy, and by not wearing panties, you’re pretty much ringing the bell for an open buffet, and this man is starving. as soon as you tell him you’re not wearing panties, he’s throwing you onto the closest horizontal surface and attaching his mouth to your core, won’t stop until you’ve cum multiple times and are begging him to stop using his tongue and just give you his cock.
Doyoung:
–▸ do you want to die? Doyoung will be in shock if you tell him you’re not wearing panties; like ice water dumped on his head. He doesn’t know how to react for a moment, malfunctioning before he jumps into high gear, assessing all the pros and cons to decimating you right then and there for doing such a thing to him- because that’s what this is: you did this tohim. you know how he reacts- and now he has to do something, the only question is: what?
–▸ if you’re in public, he’d be very adept at coming up with a nonchalant excuse as to why you both have to leave. he has a list of excuses in fact, that range from ‘you look cold darling, how about we run to the car and grab you a jacket?’ to ‘can you excuse the two of us just for a minute, y/n’s mom is calling me’ - a personal favourite of his that makes you a little annoyed every time, because Haechan always asks ‘why is your mom calling him, what is he? your keeper?’ - but for all intents and purposes, when you don’t wear panties, that’s what Doyoung becomes: your keeper, and he intends to keep you and your pretty pussy, all to himself.
–▸ and if you’re at home, it’s a toss up on how he’ll react, depending on how his day went. If you’re sitting at dinner and happen to mention it, he might continue eating and make you tell him why you’re so needy. he may even make you touch yourself, chastising you for being an impatient whore- but he always folds one way or another.
Jaehyun:
–▸ is always a little taken aback when you tell him you’re not wearing panties. he sees it as teasing, and as someone with a dominant personality, he’s forced to assess how bad you’re being before deciding what he’s going to do with you. not wearing panties always leads to rewards, it’s just that sometimes, he makes you wait.
–▸ if you’re in public, there’s a good chance Jaehyun will cut the entire event short to take you home and fuck your brains out. He’s not as into exhibitionism as some, and prefers to take his time with you, to chastise you for being such a “needy little thing-” but if he thinks you’ve been good, or if you’re dressed particularly sexy and others have obviously noticed, Jaehyun will make you cum on his fingers, but no good deed ever comes without it’s consequences.
–▸ and if you’re at home, out of everyone, I think Jaehyun’s going to be the one who’s the most mean about it. if he’s had a rough day and you aren’t wearing panties, get ready for long drawn out sex where he makes you touch yourself till you’re on the edge, only to stop so he can chastise you by calling you impatient. but if he’s in a good mood, he’ll rail you over the closest horizontal surface, your skirt flipped up to your waist, his hands balled in the fabric while he fucks you.
Jungwoo:
–▸ wide eyed honey can’t believe it whenever you say these dirty words to him. you’re not wearing panties? his pupils blow with lust and his mind goes a mile a minute, flashing through with all sorts of sinful ideas- but the main one that keeps coming up is how badly he wants to burry his face between your legs and suffocate from your wet heat and the skirt trapping him in with you.
–▸ if you’re in public, teasing him like this will make him as whiney as ever. he’ll start touching you, toeing the line of what’s acceptable, leaning in and pressing a kiss below your ear before whispering something naughty; “why are you so mean to be baby? telling me your pretty pussy is all out and ready to be touched but i can’t touch you here- let’s go somewhere, please?”
–▸ and if you’re at home, he doesn’t care what you’re doing, boy is on his knees, trying to get between your legs, before you’re even done telling him you’re not wearing panties. “i wanna see-” he’d insist, pressing a soft kiss to your thigh before applying a bit of pressure there. he doesn’t care if you’re seated or standing, he adjusts you to be comfortable before diving in, groaning at your taste and the way his breath comes out hot, making it a little stuffy under your skirt, but oh so delightful-
Mark:
–▸ stammering. he’s not sure he’s heard you right. “you… what?” “i’m not wearing any panties Mark.” “oh-” wide eyes as he looks around to make sure no one’s heard you, and he always swallows thickly to collect himself before looking to you again. you can always tell based on his expression what’s going to come next, because this man wears his heart on his sleeve, and when someone he adores tells him they’re not wearing panties, well… there’s only really one way this can go.
–▸ if you’re in public, he’s probably the most likely to ditch the entire event as soon as you say you’re not wearing panties, because how is he supposed to get through any socialization now? poor man is going to be completely distracted- and also, he worries a lot about accidental flashing- is shocked you feel so comfortable teasing him and yourself this way. wants to get you home so he can have you all to himself- but this sort of thing makes him mad horny, so don’t be shocked if he can’t keep his hands to himself during the ride home, and he might jump the gun in the elevator up to his apartment, but what else do you expect from a guy who gets heart eyes whenever he looks at you?
–▸ and if you’re at home, he’ll collect you in his arms immediately, cupping your face and asking “what do you want me to do first?” because do you want his fingers? or his mouth? he wants to give you exactly what you need, and he’ll even thank you for it when you let him give you the whole world and more.
Haechan:
–▸ he’d go crazy if you said this to him. it doesn’t matter the time or the place, if you tell Haechan you’re not wearing panties, it’sgotime- he doesn’t care who the fuck sees or hears it. but at the same time, this is a game to him. you toy with him, so he toys with you, and his mood is very changeable on just how he enjoys to toy you in retaliation for being naughty like this.
–▸ if you’re in public, you have to be prepared for anything. He’s the type to head you’re not wearing panties, and insist on finger fucking you to completion multiple times right then and there in front of his friends. even if you try to excuse yourself, he might stop you, just to torture you and keep this long drawn out. but other times he’ll be so worked up that he can’t help himself, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the closest private space without much of an explanation for his friends, besides, they all know what he intends to do with you.
–▸ and if you’re at home, you’re in for a wild night. no panties, wearing just a skirt- you’re opening yourself up for all sorts of things: thigh riding, mutual masterbation, mirrors, being forced to top while he controls you from below and plays with the pleats of your skirt- he has a full on kink for all of this. the aesthetic of his baby being a little panty avoidant whore gets Haechan going like nothing else, and he’ll let you know it with hours of teasing, toying your pussywhile telling you how dirty you are.
JaeHyuck –▸patreon bonus teaser
–▸ Haechan’s used to having full dominion of your thighs at dinner with the boys, so when he reaches down to squeeze the flesh exposed by your pretty pleated skirt, he’s a little shocked to find Jaehyun’s hand there already.
–▸ out of your two boyfriends, Jaehyun generally keeps his hands to himself when multiple pairs of eyes are watching, and Haechan usually reaps all the benefits, which is why he’s so annoyed to find his access blocked.
–▸ and he gets increasingly agitated when he realizes why Jaehyun is so interested, today of all days. Leaning in, Haechan lets his lips ghost past your ear, and he lowers his voice so only you can hear him when he says, “no panties, baby? Someone’s just looking to be ruined, huh?”
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⇢ In Fic Pairings: Johnny & Haechan x fem!reader ⇢ Featuring: Mark, Jeno, Jaemin
⇢ Synopsis: No one quite knows what’s up with the older guy who Mark works for- from his domineeringly modern architectural tastes, to you, the hot wife on his arm - but there’s one thing everyone knows for certain: they want access.
⇢ Genre: smut, pwp, a bit of good ol’ Californian crack- or is it weed? ;) ⇢ Warnings (18+): exhibitionism, mind games, unprotected sex, mentions of sexual escapades, sugar daddy themes, ‘daddy’, pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart, etc…), degradation (whore; said fondly), threesome, anal, monster cock syndrome all around, etc… (this could get a whole lot more sinful tbh… we will see once it’s fully written lol) ⇢TeaserW/C: 700 word teaser ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: aged up!Johnny, Sugar Daddy!Johnny, husband!Johnny, Poolboy!Mark/Hyuck, Lee cousin au (Mark, Hyuck, Jeno)
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The cement deck is hot under your feet, even in the shaded areas, and it makes you do something like a tiptoe while you get used to the heat, exiting your kitchen with a tray in hand. Your part time pool cleaner, part time horticulturist, full time whipping boy, Mark Lee, is just finishing up for the day, pulling his dusty work gloves off and setting them on the outdoor dining table that straddles full sun and shade created by the patio cover above.
“I have a drink for you Mark!” you announce, and the man in question looks up at you, blinking like a deer in headlights. “Don’t worry, yours is virgin,” you tease, setting the platter down next to his empty water bottle so you can retrieve the glass sporting a red umbrella from between two blues.
“I really shouldn’t-” Mark sighs, but you put the drink in his hands, knowing he can’t refuse anything you literally shove at his chest- this includes things like sandwiches at lunch time, and sometimes even swim trunks on days where the Californian heat is pretty much unbearable- but only on Johnny’s orders, as your diligent worker never complains or takes breaks unless forced.
“You know it’s no bother,” you remind the pretty boy for the hundredth time since he started working for your husband a year and a half ago. “I make one for Johnny, so making one for you takes no extra time at all.”
“Speaking of him,” Mark sips his drink, lifting a hand to shield his eyes from the sun while he looks in the direction of your husband’s home office, “don’t you ever feel weird about the fact that you can’t uh-”
“Can’tsee inside?” you suggest, knowing this is a problem many people have with Johnny’s eccentric office add on, that had been created with elements from some of the most iconic houses of mid century modern architecture.
“Yeah.”
Most people inquire about Johnny’s ‘box’ when they first arrive- and Mark has been around so long you’ve almost forgotten that he’s never actually asked for an explanation from you-
His own cousin, Jeno, had been particularly interested in your husbands office the summer before, and while Johnny hadn’t even shown the man inside - opting instead to have fun by the pool to not mix up work and play - Jeno, like everyone else, had received a nice little rundown on the architectural wonder that is ‘The BoxOffice.’
You’re reminded that this is why Johnny loves the young Canadian so much: because he doesn’t ask questions.
Mark is just what you and your husband need in a pool boy, and when you look toward Johnny’s home office, you know he’s inside, looking back out.
“Johnny likes it that way,” you say finally, thinking about the numerous occasions you’ve cum on your husbands cock while watching Mark Lee clean your pool, with your face pressed to glass, feeling dirty- heart racing as it always does, no matter how many times Johnny fucks you in his office, at the thought that maybe, just maybe, Mark can see you-
“The reflective window film takes a little while to get used to,” you admit, “but trust me, Johnny’s not watching you all day, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“No it’s not that,” Mark frowns, “and i mean- i know it’s not me he’d be watching-”
You laugh at his insinuation, enjoying the way his ears flare with colour, “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mark Lee.”
Your pool boy attempts to cool himself down by tilting his glass, pouring the remaining ice slush past his lips and swallowing thickly before wiping at the back of his mouth with a hand.
“Thanks for the drink,” the man, who Johnny had once called ‘pretty enough to entice, but too awkward to ever be a threat’ places his emptied cup onto the table next to your hip, “i should really be going, but thanks again-”
“I’ll see you tomorrow Mark,” you interrupt his usual goodbye fumblings with a dismissal, and you leave the Canadian to find his own way off the property, retrieving your drinks to continue with your 5:00 task, which is to go greet your husband with refreshments after a long day’s work…
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Contains: Mentions of abuse, scars, body worship, making out, hand job, marking, blow-job, dirty talk, nipple play, dry-humping
Word count: 2581
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Losing yourself in Donghyuck isn’t difficult at all, really. He always stands out from the crowd, no matter what he does or how he looks like – you’re drawn to him like a moth’s drawn to the light. There’s no point in pretending that you’re not already gone over him.
“Donghyuck,” you giggle, caressing his face gently as he hovers above you, sweet smile adorning his face.
And he’s gone too, you know that already from the way he talks about you, the way he looks at you – like you’re the only one he needs. When he’s kissing you, it’s almost like you’re his oxygen, and he’s desperate to breathe. His dark eyes shine like starts in the night sky when he holds your hand, and it’s one of the most adorable things you’ve ever witnessed.
“Donghyuck,” you murmur softly, his lips slowly travelling down your neck.
His hands sweep along your skin frantically, as if afraid you’re going to push him away any moment. It doesn’t matter how many times you told him you’d never do such a thing – he always has that look on his face that tells you he thinks you’re too good to be true.
“Donghyuck,” you moan, your hands already tangled into his thick curls as his eager hands explore your body.
Even all the layers of fabric that separate your bodies can’t hide how hard he is at this point, and it delights you to know that it’s because of you.
“Let me touch you, please,” you pant out, already slipping one hand underneath his t-shirt.
His reaction’s fast yet predictable after so many attempts: he playfully pushes your hands away, almost like it’s an element of foreplay, but no, it’s not. And it’s not the first time it happened either, but usually you simply let it go because as long as he’s happy you’re happy. However, you can’t always control the hurt that overcomes your senses when his body tenses next to yours from the mere touch of your fingers.
“Donghyuck,” you say, pushing him away when he tries to kiss you again.
For some reason, he loves touching you, yet he never lets you touch him.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asks immediately with a worried expression on his face.
“Funny, I was about to ask the same thing,” you chuckle bitterly, looking up at him.
“I don’t understand,” he says, sitting up, his brows furrowed in confusion.
“Do you not like it when I touch you? Every time I try to do so, you push me away,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead with your hand.
“Of course not,” Donghyuck answers without hesitation.
“Quite the opposite, I’d say,” he adds quieter, averting his eyes bashfully as pretty blush blossoms on his cheeks.
For someone so outspoken, blunt even, he becomes adorably shy when he has to put his feelings into words. It makes them even more precious in your eyes.
“In fact, the mere brush of your fingers makes me feel like I’m a teenager again,” he chuckles hesitantly taking one of your hands into his.
“Then why won’t you let me touch you?” you repeat, a little confused by his answer.
“I want to, I really do, I just–,” he trails off, lowering his head in defeat with a sigh.
“I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to do, Hyuck. I’m just asking for an explanation because your silent rejection hurts me.”
“No, no, I don’t–,” he starts but cuts himself off almost immediately shaking his head.
He’s visibly conflicted: his eyes glued to the floor, teeth gnawing at his lower lip anxiously as he absent-mindedly caresses the back of your hand with his thumb. Finally, he takes a shaky breath and looks up at you with a determined stare.
“My body’s not an attractive one,” he starts hesitantly, long eyelashes brushing his cheekbones as he lowers his eyes bashfully.
“I never got a proper treatment, so my skin’s covered with scars. They’re everywhere, really, those jagged thick lines that make me look unsightly, and I–,” he cuts himself off again, biting on his lower lip harshly before continuing.
“You probably noticed that I don’t like to show off my skin, that I prefer to cover myself as much as possible. It’s because I don’t want people to gape at me because of them, and, well, I don’t want you to see them either.”
All those long slaved t-shirts, jackets, and oversized hoodies – all this time you thought that it’s just his style. It never crossed your mind that there’s something behind it, and it makes you feel ashamed that it never occurred to you. But now, now it all makes sense: the fact that he prefers to take a shower when none’s around, the fact that he never undressed in front of you no matter how many times you subtly hinted that you definitely wouldn’t mind that.
“Tell me Hyuck, do you really think I wouldn’t find you attractive because of that?” you ask in a serious tone, gently grabbing his chin to make him look at you.
“I–I don’t know,” he stutters out, suddenly not sure.
“But I like everything about your appearance, love,” you say matter-of-factly, causing him to make a rather dumbfounded face.
“What?” he mutters in disbelief.
“You heard me, Donghyuck. I like your pretty smile, I like how your eyes shine when you’re happy, I like to see you getting all hot and bothered around me,” you chuckle tenderly caressing his cheek with your fingertips.
“I really like you because it’s you, Hyuck. I swear to god, I like you so fucking much you probably can’t even imagine.”
“I–I really like you too,” he stutters out bashfully with the softest of smiles playing on his lips as he rubs his face into your hand.
“Besides, it doesn’t really matter how you look, I’m still going to like you in the end. I fell for your personally in the first place, your handsome face’s more like a pleasant addition,” you say jokingly, hoping to make him feel more at ease.
When you kiss him, it’s tender and careful, and it’s your turn to be afraid that you’re going to be pushed away. What a crazy feeling it is, really, when you wear your heart on your sleeve, and anxiously wait for it to be crashed.
“May I?” you ask, gently tugging at the hem of his t-shirt.
He nods slowly, more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen him being.
Slowly, oh so slowly, you pull the fabric up his chest, not looking away from his eyes even for a moment. When it reaches his shoulders, he rises his arms wordlessly, letting you take it off completely. He’s still nervous, you can tell.
“Hyuck,” you murmur carefully pressing your lips against his.
The world could have ended here and now, and neither of you’d give a single fuck.
“May I?” you ask once again, the tone of your voice even softer this time.
“Yeah,” he answers just as softly.
You move away then to take a proper look at him, and for the love of god, you have to swallow hard seeing his upper body for the first time: his neck thick yet somehow still graceful, sharp collarbones nicely emphasizing the broadness of his shoulders, muscled chest that melts into a slim waist.
The biggest scar is placed on his left breast just above the nipple, another one similar in length adorns the skin on his ribs while a few smaller ones are scattered over his lower abdomen. You can also see some jagged lines on his biceps and forearms, but not as much as on his chest. When he takes a shaky breath, the muscles of his abdomen tense, and you want to scream, really. All this time he was truly worried about your reaction, hiding his body from you in fear of being pushed away, yet here you’re being more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life. You want to touch him, you want to kiss him, you want to embrace him – you want him.
“Donghyuck,” you say in a trembling voice, desperately trying to get yourself together.
“You don’t like it, do you,” he murmurs, lowering his head in shame.
You can’t help but chuckle as you shake your head firmly.
“Oh, love, you can’t even imagine how hard it’s for me to keep my hands to myself right now. You’re so fucking gorgeous, it’s not even funny,” you sigh, raking your fingers through your hair.
He opens his mouth as if to say something, but nothing comes out. For a moment you’re just sitting there quietly, not looking at each other.
“What,” he finally croaks out, completely stupefied.
“I know how worried you were about my reaction, Hyuck, but, fuck, you look so good I can barely process it.”
He’s shocked by your words, but then you look up at him, and he’s taken aback even more by the pure desire that swirls in your suddenly darkened eyes – you look at him like you want to eat him up, and this time it’s him who can barely process it.
“Your body’s just so fine. If I add that fact on top of your personality, I don’t think I’ll be able to cope with how perfect you’re,” you groan rubbing your face with one of your hands.
“You think I’m perfect?”
Maybe it’s the way he says it; soft and a little unsure, maybe it’s the way he looks at you with those dark eyes of his – either way, you can’t help yourself. A surprised gasp leaves his lips when you push him onto his back and straddle his thighs. You make sure to hold an eye contact with him as you lean forward and press a kiss to that big scar on his breast, not missing the opportunity to lick his nipple oh-so-accidentally. The way he bites his lower lip trying to not make any more sounds causes you to smirk.
“Hyuck, love, you know that I like to hear you.”
He knows that very well. When you rub yourself against him teasingly, curses mixed soft moans start to fall from his swollen lips. Lovely.
“You sound like an angel,” you murmur before placing another kiss on his warm skin.
His hands move towards your hips, but you have none of it –you grab his wrists swiftly and place his arms above his head. One stare from you is enough for him to know that it’s better for him to stay this way until you say otherwise.
“Please, fucking hell, please,” he groans when you start to move your hips in a circular motion, the friction making him giddy with pleasure.
His body’s hot all over, and he’s not even sure what exactly made him feel that way. Is it because of your words? Because of your body pressed tightly into his? Because of your hungry stare? He doesn’t know. He only knows that he’s losing his head for you and for you only, and that he absolutely loves it.
“Do you have any other scars that I could kiss?” you whisper into his ear as your fingers caress his sides teasingly.
“Y–yeah,” he murmurs shyly in the answer, causing you to move away slightly and rise your brow at him with a suggestive smirk playing on your lips.
His face’s on fire when he motions you to get off him, so he can stand up. Your eyes follow his movements greedily as he unzips his pants with shaky hands and pushes them down his thighs, uncovering another collection of scars. There’s more of them than on his chest, but they’re smaller and less jagged, however, they cover his whole expanse of his legs.
“Um, well, now you’ve seen it all,” he says jokingly, but the anxiety in his expression betrays him.
You stand up slowly, and look him straight in the eyes as the tips of your fingers move over his chest, his abdomen, and hips, gently exploring the scarred skin. He lowers his head to kiss you, his naked body pressed against your still clothed one. When you motion him onto the bed, and kneel between his legs, he’s barely breathing.
“Honestly, what are you doing to me,” he chuckles, raking fingers through his tangled hair.
“Nothing you don’t want me to,” you answer simply with a smirk just before your lips meet the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
You make sure to kiss every single scar you spot on his thighs, placing hickeys here and there as your hands teasingly move up his knee and back. Your lips move up without rush even though you know, or rather see, how turned on he already is – you just like to tease him. He knows that too.
“You like to play with me, don’t you? Almost like you want to expand the boundaries of my patience,” he rolls his eyes at you with an adorable pout to which you can’t help but laugh.
“Isn’t it nicer when you have to wait for something rather than to get it immediately?” you ask in the answer, and he rolls his eyes again, not wanting to admit that he agrees with you.
When you finally take the tip of his cock into your mouth, he grabs the sheets, so tightly his knuckles turn white. You take your time even then, slowly taking more and more of his length into your mouth to not strain yourself. Besides, is there something better than a desperate man completely at your mercy? You think not.
“My goodness,” he groans hoarsely as you finally swallow around him, his whole body shaking from the effort as he somehow manages to not thrust into your mouth.
Soon your jaw starts to hurt, but you don’t even think about stopping – his reactions make it all worth it. There’s nothing you love to hear more than your name said in that breathy, desperate tone that he uses when he chants that one word like some kind of prayer. His eyes are closed tightly when you look up at him, thick brows furrowed, deep blush colouring his cheeks – gorgeous.
“What a shame you can’t see yourself right now,” you say breathlessly as your fingers curl around his length.
“You look absolutely magnificent.”
Your hand moves faster and faster until he can’t control himself any more and starts to thrust into your fist. You know that it won’t take long for him to orgasm– he’s far too gone at this point.
“Come, Donghyuck,” you say nonchalantly as you twist your wrist expertly.
And he does: his muscles tensing, eyes rolling back as he falters and falls onto his back, breathing heavily. After helping him ride his orgasm, you sit on the bed next to him, and stroke his head soothingly, leaning forward from time to time to place a kiss to his sweaty skin.
“You did so well, love,” you tell him, caressing the scars on his chest with your free hand.
He takes some time to get down from his high before he manages to get up and clean himself up. You’re already waiting for him in the bed when he comes back and snuggles against you with a content sigh.
“Beautiful,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Donghyuck smiles softly in the answer as he tangles his fingers with yours.
contents & warnings. drug use (weed) mentioned; reader partakes, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, fingering (receiving),mild dacryphilia, hair pulling(giving, receiving)
notes. this is the first time in maybe ever that i’ve (1) written a fic in chronological order (2) finished a fic this long this quickly. this may actually be a record for me! anyway, this fic is inspired by the following song lyrics!
girl, i love it when we high. do it turn you on, shawty? tell me if i’m wrong.i can see it in your eyes when you’re high that you feelin’ my vibes, baby, you ain’t gotta lie. i been waiting all day to get high with you, shawty, you know you my boo, i got all this weed for you, girl, let’s get high tonight, shawty, let’s get high, shawty.(high - pnb rock & dj luke nasty)
even when the sky comes fallin’, even when the sun don’t shine, i got faith in you and i; just put your pretty little hand in mine. (sure thing - miguel)
“Hey!” Jaemin greets you when he opens the front door to see you standing there patiently. He ushers you in, and not a moment too soon, because the shorts and blouse you chose to wear are definitely a flattering outfit, but maybe not the most sensible considering it’s almost midnight and there’s no sun to provide any warmth to your bare legs and slightly exposed midriff. “Did you seriously not wear a coat?”
“Yeah, I know, don’t tell Jeno.” You mumble, rubbing your arms to give yourself some warmth through the friction. “Thought I’d make it for the brief little walk from my house to Jeno’s.” You’re well aware that Jeno fusses over you not entirely unlike a mother, scolding you for your (many) bad choices and worrying over you. You weren’t fully thinking about wearing a coat when you were getting ready, and by the time you realized you’d left it at home, you were too far in your journey to consider turning back.
“You and I both know Jeno isn’t who you have to worry about,” Jaemin chuckles as he heads towards the kitchen with you on his heels. The further into the house you go, the more aware you become of your surroundings, the smoke swirling in the air from blunts, bongs, and bowls alike creating a fog that makes itself more prevalent in the light, and the smell of weed is strong—like, knock-you-off-your-damn-feet strong.
“Is he here?” You ask, voice lowered surreptitiously as you approach the topic of the unnamed person you may or may not have come to see.
“Of course he’s here,” Jaemin snorts, moving to open the fridge and pulling out a can of soda. “He knew there was a chance you were coming.”
