“Perfect,” you hum to yourself as you finish checking the tightness of the bindings, then take a small step back to take him in properly.
“Is that it?” he asks, adorably tilting his head to the side.
You nod, smiling as you look him up and down. It was a truly great decision to tie his wrists behind the chair he’s sitting on: this position emphasizes his broad shoulders beautifully, drawing the attention to the sharp collarbones and thick neck. Your eyes wander over his muscled chest for a moment, before your stare follows down the dark path of the hair on his lower abdomen. His cock is resting comfortably on his thigh, not even half-hard yet, but it’s slowly starting to swell under your hungry gaze. Good.
“You think those are gonna stop me?” Jaehyun questions, genuinely curious, the muscles of his arms flexing.
You take a step forward, positioning yourself between his spread legs.
“Of course not, love. I’m perfectly aware that you’re more than capable of freeing yourself this very moment,” you answer, your fingers lazily playing with his thick locks.
“Then why did you tie me up in the first place?”
A devilish chuckle leaves your lips before you press a sweet kiss to his forehead.
“Because you’re a strong man, right, Jaehyun?” you say, your voice sweet but your eyes darkened already.
“Perfect,” you hum to yourself as you finish checking the tightness of the bindings, then take a small step back to take him in properly.
“Is that it?” he asks, adorably tilting his head to the side.
You nod, smiling as you look him up and down. It was a truly great decision to tie his wrists behind the chair he’s sitting on: this position emphasizes his broad shoulders beautifully, drawing the attention to the sharp collarbones and thick neck. Your eyes wander over his muscled chest for a moment, before your stare follows down the dark path of the hair on his lower abdomen. His cock is resting comfortably on his thigh, not even half-hard yet, but it’s slowly starting to swell under your hungry gaze. Good.
“You think those are gonna stop me?” Jaehyun questions, genuinely curious, the muscles of his arms flexing.
You take a step forward, positioning yourself between his spread legs.
“Of course not, love. I’m perfectly aware that you’re more than capable of freeing yourself this very moment,” you answer, your fingers lazily playing with his thick locks.
“Then why did you tie me up in the first place?”
A devilish chuckle leaves your lips before you press a sweet kiss to his forehead.
“Because you’re a strong man, right, Jaehyun?” you say, your voice sweet but your eyes darkened already.
“I–Yeah, I am,” he murmurs, instantly getting what you’re referring to.
You place your index finger under his chin and push it up, tilting his head back, so he’s looking right into your eyes.
“If I didn’t restrain you, you could grab me and have your way with me, babe.”
A shiver runs down his naked back, his cock twitches on his thigh. He really shouldn’t have tested your patience like that, really.
“You know I wouldn’t, I’d never–,” the words die on his lips when you dig your nails into his bicep, and he gasps in pain.
“Such a strong man, and he’s all mine,” you hum, the fingertips of your other hand brushing his nipple.
His cheeks are burning as arousal mixes with shame.
“I’m sorry,” he chokes out, both his voice and his expression earnest. “I’m truly sorry.”
Jaehyun always thought that he’s an independent man who needs both the affection and the space from his partner, and so he was actively searching for someone who’d understand his needs. However, shortly after he started dating you, he realized that he might have been wrong about himself all this time.
“It’s too late to be sorry, love,” you sing, your fingers curling teasingly around his neck now.
You make him feel more comfortable than he ever felt before, don’t show even an ounce of jealousy, don’t fuss over his outing with friends – you’re everything he ever wanted in a partner. Or so he thought because it didn’t take much time for him to come to the realization that he doesn’t like that. He doesn’t fucking like that at all.
“You could’ve come to me, and we’d have talk it out like we usually do,” you click your tongue, roughly grabbing the hair on the nape of his neck.
At some point it occurred to him that what he actually wants is for you to show everyone that he’s your man, that no one can lay a finger on him because he’s already taken by you. You, however, didn’t seem to be interested in that kind of display of affection, so Jaehyun decided to take the matters into his own hands. Needless to say, it didn’t go as well as he hoped for it to go.
“For some reason you’ve chosen such a childish approach to the problem, and look where we’re right now. We could’ve avoided it, you could’ve avoided it, Jaehyun.”
He knows very well what he did wrong, and he regrets it deeply, but you’re right – it’s already too late. You pull on his hair harder, your expression one of utter boredom, but your eyes are full of rage.
“I wanted to get your attention,” he groans, desperately trying to explain himself, his breath coming out in short pants as he blinks quickly to keep the tears at bay.
“Oh? Is that why you let that woman talk and act like that towards you?”
Tears of shame roll down his cheeks: it hurts so badly, but at the same time feels so good.
“Congratulations then, babe, your mission was a great success,” you scoff, yanking at his locks for the last time before finally letting go.
Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, you start to slowly circle around the chair. He groans softly when the tips of your nails teasingly scratching the skin between his shoulder blades. Then you lean on him, your forearms placed on his shoulders as you rest your chin on the top of his head.
“You see, Jaehyun,” you hum softly. “The fact that I don’t show my jealousy for everyone to see doesn’t mean I don’t feel it. You of all people should know better than assuming that I’m not paying attention to all those bastards who constantly flirt with you.”
He tries to tilt his head to look at you but fails as you firmly keep him in place.
“So you were– you’re jealous of me?” he questions, the disbelief evident in his voice.
Your laugh is dangerously low, definitely not one of amusement.
“Oh, sweetheart. When I saw you with that bitch, the only thing I wanted to do was to grab her by the hair and drag her straight to hell for daring to lay her hands on my man.”
Jaehyun swallows thickly, hearing your words. Had he ever hear you being this possessive towards him?
“And when I heard that lame dirty talk about bending her over, about how she’d take your cock well and moan like a bitch for you, good god, I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to slapping someone.”
“O–oh,” he breathes out, not being able to articulate anything remotely intelligent due to his mind being completely blank.
“Although I must say that when I reminded myself about this situation later, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Can you imagine? Promising to be a bitch to someone who’s already a slut to someone else. That’s hilarious,” you hum, your lips softly touching the crown of his head. “Anyway, you should be thankful that I’m a well-raised woman, Jaehyun, truly. I’d never cause a scene like that, even though I’d love to fuck you senseless right in front of them.”
He’s not even sure if he’s still breathing, the arousal clouding his mind. His cock is painfully hard now, the weeping head making a mess on his lower abdomen – all that because of your words.
“But you know what’s the worst? I’d have forgiven you without much trouble if she was the only one playing that game but no, you, my love, played along on purpose. All those touches, those words – you did all of that hoping I’d notice, your eyes always searching for me in the crowd to check out my reaction.”
You move away lazily, circling the chair to stand right between his legs once again. Jaehyun gapes at you in silence, his dark eyes still glossy with tears, cheeks flushed deeply, full lips puffy from gnawing on it.
“I thought I was giving you exactly what you wanted, Jaehyun – your beloved space, your precious freedom. I thought that this is what you need, but I was wrong, clearly. All this time, you just wanted to be owned, and I simply didn’t notice.”
“W–well it’s not that I want to be literally owned or something,” he laughs nervously, averting his eyes, long eyelashes brushing his cheekbones.
“So you don’t want people to know that you belong to me?” you ask, tilting your head slightly to the side with a smirk adorning your lips.
“N–no, I–,” he manages to stutter out before he cuts himself off and falls silent.
He doesn’t look up, but the blush adorning his cheeks deepens, the redness slowly starting to creep down his neck to expand onto his chest. From the corner of your eye you can see his cock twitching, and you can’t help but smile, noticing a bead of pre-cum slowly rolling down his shaft, leaving behind a shining trail. You barely started playing with him, and he’s this aroused already – adorable, that bastard of a man.
“If you don’t want to be honest with me, at least be honest with yourself, Jaehyun,” you huff, rolling your eyes as you take a step back and unzip your pants.
You’re aware of his dark eyes following your movements hungrily, but you don’t give a single fuck: you’re not in the mood to give him a show. Instead, you calmly push the fabric down your legs, before neatly folding the pants and putting them to the side. Your pragmatic behaviour must have affected him in a way, however, because Jaehyun is barely breathing before you even reach towards your underwear.
“You would look nice if I gagged you with my panties, you know,” you say with a small smirk. “But, besides the fact that I don’t want to pointlessly ruin my underwear, I’d not be able to hear you begging for mercy.”
“Please,” he breathes out, and you let out a chuckle.
“You’re already warming up, I see. No need to rush, sweetheart, we have plenty of time.”
As you slide your panties down your legs, you immediately notice how damp the fabric in the middle is, which causes you to roll your eyes with an amusement.
“See what you’re doing to me?” you ask, lazily waving your panties right in front of his face.
He’s clearly having trouble focusing, but you can see it when the realization dawns on him: his pupils dilate visibly, and his cock jumps slightly, causing you to grin widely.
“Maybe you should act out more often, Jaehyun,” you muse, leaning towards him. “Showing you your rightful place surely makes my pussy wet as hell.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but a surprised groan escapes instead as your lips land on his, and you swiftly slip your tongue in. Jaehyun immediately starts sucking on it, forgetting about whatever he wanted to say mere seconds before. Your fingers rake through his thick hair, your nails scratching his scalp exactly as he likes it – you can’t help but smirk as he mewls softly in the answer.
“Now, now,” you pant out, swallowing heavily as you move away.
Jaehyun doesn’t want to let you go like that, following after you in hopes of touching your lips with his once again.
“Aren’t you eager, my dear. Worry not, the real fun is just starting,” you chuckle, pecking his swollen lips one last time before straddling his thigh.
You can see his eyes rolling back slightly before he throws his head back, showing off his deliciously thick neck. His voice’s so fucking rough when he says your name, sounding as if intoxicated – there’s a high possibility that you’d be able to get off to his reactions alone. To your absolute delight, Jaehyun seems to be in love in your body nearly as much as he loves your mind, and that says something.
“You seem to like the feeling of my bare pussy pressed against your skin,” you muse, tapping your lips with your index finger, as if you didn’t already know that fact very well.
“You–your lips are so soft and slick, and, fuck, I want to make you come so bad,” he pants out, his impossibly dark eyes boring into yours.
It’s obvious that he’s struggling to control himself: the muscles of his arms are visibly tensed and for a moment you think that he might just free himself out of your ties, but no – Jaehyun wants to prove to you that he’s better than that. After all, you gave him a challenge and there’s not a chance in hell he’s going to lose just like that. With visible difficulty, he calms himself down, forcefully relaxing his muscles and taking a few deep breaths.
“Well, you kind of will,” you shrug, placing your hands on his broad shoulders for the leverage.
With a small grunt, you rise your hips a bit, and start to slowly rock them against his leg. At first the friction isn’t a pleasurable one, but soon tension starts to build in your underbelly. As you steadily move against him, your muscles start to ache and your breath starts to stutter, but you can already tell that it’s gonna be worth it.
“ Jaehyun,” you sigh right into his ear, knowing very well what kind of effect it’s going to have on him.
And indeed, his cock jumps between your bodies, his weeping head brushing the skin of your abdomen ever so slightly. It makes your core clench on its own, just thinking how this situation gets him going. After all, you’re this close to him, yet still too far for him to reach.
“Please,” he breathes simply, his expression pleading.
How he begs so beautifully with that handsome face of his – you’ll never get over it.
“I’ll never do something like that again, I promise. I’ll be good, good just for you,” Jaehyun begs quietly as he moves his head forward, trying to place a kiss somewhere on your face.
You let him do so, leaning towards him so that his soft lips can touch everywhere he can reach. You’re not going to lie: you’re weak for his sweet kisses, for those pouty lips caressing your body lovingly. However, this isn’t time for a reward but for a punishment so, even though it hurts you to do so, you grab him by the hair and forcefully pull him away.
“You’re forgetting yourself, Jaehyun. This is not for you but for me,” you scoff, rolling your eyes as if in irritation.
“I’m not like that woman, babe. I won’t just give you what you want, no, I’ll make you work for it, make you beg for it.”
Your thighs ache more and more as time passes, but you don’t want to give up right now when you’re this close to orgasm. You can’t even tell what makes you feel more aroused: moving against his thigh or treating him in such way. Being this rough with him, speaking such words – there’s something in acting like this that makes you feel deeply excited. You’re now soaking wet and every single flex of his muscles sends jolts of pleasure through your whole body, that’s how excited it makes you feel.
Jaehyun only cries out your name in the answer, and you can’t help but smirk – such pleasure to torment him, indeed. You take a look down to see his angrily red cock all wet from arousal and smirk even wider.
“Rubbing my pussy against you is fun, I’m not going to lie, but you know what would be even better? Your lips closed around my swollen clit as you massage it with your tongue,” you sigh, throwing your head back as the memories of such situations flood your mind. “How good it’d feel to have the head of your cock parting my lips to slowly enter my pussy, as my muscles ache from the stretch before they relax enough for me to move.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry, love, it’ll never happen again,” Jaehyun grunts, his body unbelievably tensed as he tries to control himself.
“Of course it won’t,” you chuckle in the answer, your movements much less regular now as the tingling in your body only gets stronger and stronger.
“If you do that again, there will be no mercy, Jaehyun . No fucking mercy,” you growl, digging your nails hard into his skin.
“You won’t be able to, ah, fucking walk for days I, fuck, I assure you, ah,” you manage to add before your voice cracks, and you finally come.
You can barely keep your body up now, your thighs shaking violently as your muscles clench tightly around nothing. The waves of pleasure wash over your body as you try to catch your breath, desperately gasping for breath as a joyful laugh bubbles in your chest. Everything feels so goddamn good.
In the end, it takes you a few minutes to get both your body and mind to function properly. When you finally get yourself together enough to take a proper look at your partner, you almost laugh out loud happily. Jaehyun looks like you’ve fucked with him for hours already, and to be frank, there’s something in such view that make you feel proud of yourself. You can already tell that when you finally grant him his orgasm, he’s going to lose it completely. What a shame that this is not going to happen in the near future.
“This was so good, my love,” you tell him, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I was on the verge of going crazy here, really.”
“I still am,” Jaehyun answers hoarsely. “Will you touch me, please?”
“Sure, but not right now.”
“Pardon?” Jaehyun chokes out, gaping at you, completely stupefied.
“I’m kinda hungry, you see, and I’m going to get myself something to eat. Some water too would be great,” you hum in the answer, standing up carefully.
You have to rest your hand on his shoulder as the dull ache hits you.
“Damn, my legs are going to kill me later,” you comment with a chuckle as you bend your knee with a quiet moan of pain.
You can basically see the moment the realization downs on him.
“Babe,” he pleads quietly, sending you a begging stare from under his long eyelashes – he knows what he’s doing, clearly.
But it’s not going to work today.
“I should go and rest for now, gonna be back later though. Thankfully, the heating system is great in this building, so you’re not gonna catch a cold,” you inform him instead, already walking towards the door.
“And just so you know, don’t you fucking dare to free yourself and play with that pretty cock of yours. When I’m back, we’ll be picking it up exactly as I leave it.”
Jaehyun only nods obediently, knowing very well that there’s nothing he can do now.
“Gonna be back later,” you send him a last playful grin before you close the door.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jaehyun sighs, shaking his head as he eyes the weeping head of his cock.
“This is going to be a long day”, he murmurs to himself, knowing very well that he just gets what he deserves.
Getting your well-deserved rest after a long day didn’t seem to be an option for you today, as you heard someone rather aggressively knocking on your door. Quite a few times more than it was necessary at 11PM, in your opinion.
“What on earth?” you snapped, opening the door with full intend to scold the person responsible for disturbing your peaceful evening.
To be frank, you could’ve expected literally anyone but Mark Lee.
“Hi,” he choked out, breathing heavily as if he had just finished a marathon.
Clearly chilled to the bone, to crown it all. Your irritation melted into a resignation, as you sighed heavily before quickly ushering him inside your apartment. For some reason, his hair seemed to be damp, which caused your irritation to make an appearance once again.
“I always thought that you’re on the smarter side, honey, but it seems that in reality you’re a complete idiot,” you scoffed, already searching for a blanket to help him warm up a little.
Visibly flabbergasted, Mark couldn’t utter a single word, his recent confidence gone the very moment your powerful persona entered the picture. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, and he had to admit that you weren’t wrong in the slightest – he looked like a fucking mess.
“Thanks,” he managed to say, rolling his eyes as if offended by your comment.
His words, however, didn’t match his overall bashful behaviour. Deep down, Mark knew that the scolding you were giving him was a well-deserved one.
“You must have been in a hurry. You didn’t even notice that it’s freezing outside, did you?”
Mark looked away, clearly ashamed: he did notice that it was cold, yes, but he didn’t give a single fuck about it – he needed to see you. With another sigh, you handled him the blanket, and sat on the couch, trying to busy yourself with something. In the end, you reached towards the coffee table for a cup of tea you had made for yourself before he appeared on your doorstep, and took a sip of the still warm liquid.
“I had to see you,” he said after a moment of silence, his voice shaking a little.
You didn’t even realize how close he had got to you, but he now stood in front of you, towering over you.
“I can’t take it any more.”
“Take what?” you asked, looking up at him with a raised brow.
It took a lot from you to pretend that you didn’t notice his choice of words. In reality, the memory of his hungry expression mere seconds before he had kissed you broke the surface of your mind almost immediately, causing your pulse to speed up slightly. Suddenly you remembered everything about that moment as if it was barely yesterday that the situation had taken place.
“I–I can’t stop thinking about you, about your, well, your touch. You’re appearing even in my dreams,” Mark said, practically stumbling over his words, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of the blanket.
You calmly placed your cup back on the table, making sure that it wouldn’t get in your way in the near future.
“And what exactly am I doing in them?” you asked, tilting your head to the side with a smile.
He was standing just a touch away from you.
“Do I touch you?”
“Yes,” Mark breathed out quietly, his darkened expression telling you everything you needed to know about those dreams.
That fact, however, didn’t mean that you’d let such a perfect occasion slip away.
“Where?” you hummed, tugging on the blanket strongly enough for it to drop onto the floor.
“It always starts from the moment I’m sitting on your lap,” he answered in a hoarse voice, his eyes glued to your lips hungrily.
A surprised gasp left his lips as you grabbed him by the waist, and drew him towards you – exactly onto your lap. Due to his dumbfoundedness it wasn’t the most graceful move you had ever pulled on someone, but Mark adapted quickly, setting on your lap comfortably just like the last time.
“Like that?” you murmured, your hands slowly caressing his clothed thighs.
“Yeah, but in my dreams, you also undress me.”
You raised a brow, clearly amused by his shameless behaviour, but you’d lie if you said that you didn’t like it. Staring right into his eyes, you grabbed the hem of his, or rather yours, hoodie and started to slowly lift it up. You found that incredibly sexy that not only he was wearing your clothes, but you were also the one who was about to take them off of him.
“It’s starting rather nicely, doesn’t it,” you mused, swiftly pulling the thick fabric over his head.
Mark nodded with a small smile, the flush on his cheeks deepening in shade as you shamelessly stared at his nicely muscled arms and chest, noting the prominent collarbones, and unblemished skin that practically begged to be marked once again.
“Aren’t you gorgeous,” you sighed, your hands moving up and down his sides a few times before they started to wander over his shoulders and biceps.
It occurred to you that all this time you had seen him as just a boy: Mark had a great personality, really, but he was acting like an insecure boy that wanted to please everyone no matter what, which didn’t sit well with you. Now, however, on your lap was sitting a man, not a boy. A man who, even thought visibly flustered, was confident and determined, a little selfish even, a man who was not afraid to go for something he wanted. You weren’t going to lie – you liked that development quite a lot.
“Look who’s talking,” he answered smoothly, taking one of your hands into his bigger one and placing it on his chest.
“You’re literally making my heart race.”
His rapid heartbeat took you by surprise, but it felt strangely pleasing to know how his body reacts to you. As you were thinking about it, a sinful thought suddenly appeared in your mind.
“Seems like your heart’s pumping a lot of blood right now,” you said lazily, a mischievous tone in your voice.
It took him a moment to get what you were referring to, but when he finally did, he hung his head low, clearly flustered by the implication. After all, his sweats did nothing to hide the already prominent bulge, so you were obviously teasing him.
“Well, it’s not like you’re wrong,” he managed to say in an incredibly embarrassed voice.
If asked, Mark wouldn’t be able to explain why exactly he was reacting like that, but he suspected it was because of you: the way you spoke, the way you were touching him, the way you were looking at him. He often pondered over such turn of events in the seclusion of his bedroom, but it didn’t really occur to him how much of an impact your mere presence would have on him if his fantasies became reality.
“As much as I want to see you naked, there’s something I need to do first,” you said with a smile that made a shiver of excitement run down his spine.
When your lips landed on the skin just beneath his jaw, Mark instinctively threw his head back. One of your arms circled his waist, as the other slipped between your bodies to massage his stiffened cock. Your fingers cupped him through the fabric of his sweats, careful not to hurt him as you started to move your hand along his clothed shaft.
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” Mark moaned, feeling your lips moving down his neck, undoubtedly leaving more or less visible marks behind.
The way he choked out your name when the tip of your tongue traced the shape of his Adam’s apple made your core clench deliciously. Those soft noises he was making, his cock getting harder by the second under your ministrations, his soft skin that tasted so sweetly on your lips – your body was on fire, and it was all because of him. Mark Lee was driving you crazy.
“Good god, the sounds you’re making make me even more aroused,” you sighed, peppering his collarbones with open-mouthed kisses.
Mark let out a quiet chuckle, hearing your words.
“Well, that’s because you’re making me feel so damn good, and I can’t control myself around you,” he said, throwing his arms around your neck, his lips connecting with yours mere seconds later.
The kiss wasn’t a gentle one, no, it was hungry, aggressive even, full of desire that both of you tried to contain for the past few months. When you bit on his lower lip, he instinctively opened his mouth, giving you the chance to slip your tongue inside. When you were planning a peaceful evening for yourself a few hours ago, you certainly wouldn’t have guessed that you’ll end up with a half-naked man squirming on your lap.
“Honestly, you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” you chuckled, sucking on his lower lip to earn a sweet moan from him.
“We’re literally just making out, and my pussy’s so fucking wet right now, Jesus.”
“Should I lick it clean then?” he panted out with a smile, placing a sweet peck on your cheek.
His offer took you by surprise, and for a moment you simply couldn’t utter a single word – did he just ask to eat you out, or was it your wishful thinking?
“Oh god, please, forget that I said that,” he mumbled quickly, clearly misinterpreting your momentary silence.
“No,” you shook your head firmly, your voice hoarse to the point where you could barely recognize it.
One of your hands possessively caressed his hipbone through the fabric of his sweats, the other rubbed his thigh in a similar manner. You could feel the shiver that ran through his body, the way his breath speed up slightly when he heard the tone of your voice – he was so deliciously responsive.
“If you think that I’d pass on such an occasion, you’re wrong, Mark.”
“Am I?” he asked, dumbfounded for some reason.
“Surely. I can’t wait to see that handsome face all shiny from my cum, you see.”
Mark swallowed thickly at your answer.
“Now, you’re going to stand up, my love, and kneel in front of me,” you commanded with a soft smile playing on your lips.
There was no doubt that Mark Lee changed a lot during the last few years, but his need to please those he cherished remained all the same. The way he followed your orders, oh, so naturally, made your head spin – it was absolutely delightful.
“Damn, you look so good on your knees, did you know that?” you chuckled, standing up unhurriedly.
You slid down your sweats along with the underwear in one swift motion, and kicked it somewhere to the side. Your fingers quickly found their way into his thick locks: caressing his hair gently at first, only to grab a handful of it and tug harshly a moment later.
“Fuck, harder, please,” he groaned, his mouth slightly ajar, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
“Cute,” you commented, his behaviour making you feel even more impatient than you already were.
He’s looking up at you when his tongue slowly parted your folds, skilfully licking and sucking on them for some time before he started to tease your entrance.
“Don’t tease me,” you murmured in a cautionary tone, your hips bucking into his face instinctively.
Mark let out a soft moan when you rubbed your pussy against his lips and nose, the tip of his tongue finally slipping inside you. His hands massaged your thighs, moving to squeeze your butt from time to time, as he licked your pussy like a starved man.
“I like your taste,” he groaned, the low sound resonating in your body.
“And I like it when you taste me,” you hummed, soft whines escaping your lips here and there as he started to place open-mouthed kisses all over your lower lips.
Maybe that’s why you moaned loudly out of sheer surprise when he sucked strongly on your clit. Thankfully, it was already swollen enough for the stimulation to feel good, but you simply didn’t expect that move from him. You weren’t going to complain, though.
“Honestly, I, fuck, I can’t tell if I’m getting close already because you’re so, so fucking talented with your tongue, or I was long gone, ummm, even before you offered to eat me out,” you panted out with a quiet chuckle, at this point just instinctively rubbing your crotch against his face, especially against the tips of his nose.
“Why not both,” Mark answered in a smug tone of voice, his hands firmly holding the back of your thighs as he happily lapped on your labia.
Your legs started to shake not too long after, the tiredness you felt a couple of hours before finally catching on with your body. You could feel the orgasm approaching: it was coming closer and closer, the tension in your body increasing slowly but surely.
“Fuck,” you sighed softly, your eyes rolling back from the pleasure.
Your skin felt too tight, too hot, but at the same time you felt completely boneless as your legs were close to giving up underneath you. His hands rubbed the skin of your thighs tenderly, making you feel strangely calm: you were glad for his unspoken support, knowing that he won’t move away until you’re ready.
“That was one fucking orgasm,” you finally said, your fingers raking through his tangled locks.
“I can tell,” he answered, looking up at you to show off his cum-covered face.
“Give me a moment, and I’m gonna thank you for it.”
“No need for that,” Mark murmured, bashfully looking away.
Taking a better look at his crotch, you noticed a dark stain on the fabric.
“At this rate, I’m going to be ready for another round in a matter of minutes,” you laughed out loud, bending forward to press a kiss to his sticky lips.
“If you cum like that just from playing with my pussy a little, then I’m curious what would happen if I took interest directly in your cock.”
Mark swallowed, hearing the mischievous note in your voice – he was in for a long ass ride. Not that he complained, of course.
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.
“Come here, love,” you wave at him with a warm smile.
Doyoung can feel you stare at him when he slowly undresses and can’t help but blush – his face and ears are on fire. He, who’s always so confident to the point of arrogance sometimes, lose all of his composure in front of you. It doesn’t matter how many times you two shared such intimate moments – he’d still get shy. Now he looks back at you and immediately turns his stare away caught off guard by the hunger in your eyes. Your smile only broadens at that.
“You’re gazing at me like you want to eat me alive,” Doyoung chuckles rolling his eyes and steps into the bathtub to sit between your legs.
He sighs happily savouring the warm water and leans back against your chest. His breath hitches ever so slightly when your stiff nipples brush the skin of his back, but he quickly pulls himself together. He smiles softly to himself when he feels your arms circling his waist and covers your hands with one of his.
“Maybe I do,” you murmur softly before kissing his temple.
“You’re just so sweet, Doyoung.”
“Yeah, I know,” he answers cheekily stretching his long legs.
Doyoung’s head falls back onto your shoulder, and he closes his eyes with another content sigh as his fingers lazily trace random patterns on the skin of your thigh. Being with you always makes him feel giddy inside but today even more so. Wrapped in your embrace he feels safer than ever before, deeply loved and cherished, and he can’t quite wrap his head around all those feelings. Everything is just so soft and warm when you’re with him. Finally, Doyoung doesn’t need to do or say anything, he just needs to be.
“You want me to soap you?” you ask threading your fingers through his locks, and he has to bite his lip to suppress a broad smile.
He knows very well where this is all going, and he likes that direction. Very much so.
“Sure, do whatever you like, babe,” he answers trying his best to not sound too eager but fails miserably.
You don’t comment on that but Doyoung’s absolutely sure that you’re deeply amused by that – he doesn’t even need to see you to know that. He just knows.
“I like to touch you, you know,” you muse as you pour the gel onto your hand.
“Really? I didn’t notice,” he murmurs sarcastically and then yelps when you bite his earlobe suddenly.
“I also like to bite you,” you say lowly right into his ear and kiss his shoulder to which he shudders slightly.
Doyoung likes when you bite him too, no – he loves it. He loves to see the marks you leave on his skin: all the hickeys on his neck, chest and thighs, the red lines left by your nails, the occasional teeth marks. He likes to show them off oh-so-accidentally to others, so they know that you mark him as yours.
“There is a lot of things I like to do to you, love,” you chuckle and then your wet tongue’s moving up his neck and he can’t think straight.
That one simple movement reminds him about all those things you did to him with that tongue, and he almost groans at the very memory. He’s absolutely helpless as you set his body on fire time after time with full premeditation with the sweetest of smiles. One word from you, and he’s done for.
While his mind wanders freely, your hands are on his chest once again, moving slowly along the wet skin and leaving a bubbly trail behind. Your touch is gentle yet firm, palms slowly sweep along his arms and forearms to finally reach his hands and entwine fingers with his briefly. Then they move to his abdomen, moving lower and lower until he’s panting heavily, but you clearly have none of it as your hands avoid touching him where he needs to be touched the most.
“Up,” you say motioning to his legs, and he not only does bend his legs obediently but also spreads them wide for better access.
A view that unfolds in front of you makes your pussy throb in need. Trying your best to control yourself you pour some more gel on your hands and get to work. Doyoung chokes out a moan when your nails gently scratch his inner thighs.
“You’re going to be the death of me, babe, I don’t think I can take it,” he says in a hoarse voice.
“Nonsense, love, we both know that you’re capable of taking far more than that,” you answer with a smirk massaging his calves.
Soon your hands sweep up his legs once again to gently soap his sensitive balls.
“Oh, fuck, you can’t just start to play with my balls without any warning like that,” he groans grasping the edge of the bathtub fiercely.
You don’t answer instead focusing now on massaging the skin of his groin obviously avoiding touching his cock. Finally, he can’t take any more of your teasing.
“Please,” Doyoung whimpers shakily pressing his back into your chest.
“Please what, love?”
He scoffs in the answer and turns his head to gently press his lips to the skin of your neck. You look down on him and have to swallow seeing him up close. His thick dark locks glued to his temples and forehead, eyes still closed and cheeks flushed – he’s gorgeous, absolutely fucking gorgeous.
“So?” you ask hoarsely trying to get a grip on yourself once again which seems to be an impossible task at the moment.
He moves away slightly and opens his eyes to look at you with such an irritated look that you can’t help but laugh wholeheartedly.
“If you’d be that kind and play with my dick, I’d be grateful,” Doyoung snickers clearly done with you.
“I can’t refuse when you ask so nicely,” you chuckle in the answer before placing a sweet kiss on his lips.
He kisses you back eagerly and so you simply kiss for what seems like forever. When you slowly move away, both of you are panting heavily. Out of the corner of your eye you notice that his cock is fully hard now, almost begging for attention in the way it’s resting against his abdomen.
“The sweetest indeed,” you smirk referring to your previous comment.
“And yours only,” Doyoung adds breathlessly gazing at you with such emotions that your mouth gets dry.
“Yes,” you whisper softly kissing his forehead, feeling a shudder running down your spine.
“Mine.”
He closes his eyes with a choked moan when your fingers curl around his swollen shaft. His cock is beautiful you have to admit: all flushed pink, veins bulging on the sides and leaking swollen tip.
“Gorgeous,” you murmur into his ear and his hips buck at your words.
You smile at his reaction and place wet kisses on his neck as Doyoung slowly fucks your slippery hand, grunting, whimpering and moaning your name. You move your hand up and down his swollen shaft to meet his thrusts, teasing the leaking head with your thumb from time to time. His body is trembling from both effort and pleasure, and you’re absolutely mesmerized by this gorgeous man.
“Doyoung,” you moan lowly as he unexpectedly moves to the side and slides lower, just enough to take one of your nipples into his mouth.
He sucks, lick and bites gently – all that while still fucking your hand tightly wrapped around his shaft. You almost laugh reminding yourself that he’s indeed known for his multitasking skills.
“I–I’m close,” he grunts pressing his face in between your breasts and gripping the edge of the bathtub tighter.
You know that already from the way his hips stutter, the way the muscles of his abdomen tense so deliciously. But he can’t just come like that, when you two are sitting in the tub full of water.
“Don’t come yet, love,” you murmur softly, and he immediately stops moving altogether.
You sigh heavily as your pussy throbs in response to his behaviour.
“Honestly Doyoung, do you even know what you’re doing to me when you’re this obedient? I want to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to fucking walk,” you growl kissing his shoulder as your hand lazily pumps his cock.
When his body starts to tense once again, you let go of his dick, letting it rest against his abdomen as you proceed with placing open-mouthed kisses everywhere you can reach. Doyoung’s panting heavily as his cock continues to bob from time to time, but you pretend not to notice.
“You’re good for me, love. Stand up,” you say already licking your lips.
Careful not to slip Doyoung does as told and turns around to face you. His breath hitches audibly when you press your cheek against his hard length with a smirk playing on your lips. He moans hoarsely when you lick the sensitive skin before taking him into your mouth. You look up at him doing so only to find him gaping at you already with utter awe and adoration written across his face.
“Please,” he begs desperately, and you simply nod as your mouth’s currently full of his cock.
He cries out your name while spending down your throat, and you continue to suck him off until he pleads for you to stop. Doyoung slowly sits back between your legs, body still trembling slightly as you hug him tightly from behind.
“Mine,” you softly whisper, and he nods only with a goofy grin on his face.
Contains:Dry humping, hair pulling, dirty talk, coming in pants/underwear
Word count: 1824
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“Can you imagine? She says I deliberately seduced her!” Johnny fumes shifting on the chair in irritation.
“It’s not that difficult to seduce someone, you know. Sometimes it sort of just happens,” you muse swiftly untangling ribbons from his thick locks.
It’s truly a shame that you have to remove those brightly coloured strips from his hair as they create a strikingly beautiful contrast with his dark strands. In the same time you’re almost thankful he asked for your help – you don’t even want to imagine how he could possibly cope with it by himself. You’re sure that with his non-existent patience he’d end up half-bald by the end.
“Does it?” he huffs rolling his eyes as if done with you but in the same time pushes his head into your hands.
For Johnny there is nothing better than your fingers entangled in his hair, no matter the reason. Although he absolutely adores the way you gently play with his locks, sometimes he lets his mind wander and ponders over how it’d feel like if you pulled on them instead. He likes to imagine it, even though he’s too ashamed of those thoughts to voice them in your presence.
“Yeah, it does. You seriously can do it coincidentally.”
“That sounds like something you could do. Accidentally seduce someone,” Johnny snickers clearly amused by the very idea.
“Excuse me, you little shit,” you huff tugging on his hair in irritation.
He bites his lip hard and shifts on the chair uncomfortably as pleasure mixed with pain echoes in his mind. He can’t let it show how that one simple gesture affected him.
“Damn sorry, love, I got carried away,” you sigh apologetically stroking his head.
Johnny wants to tell you that you don’t need to apologize or be worried because he likes that. Instead, he quickly gets a grip on himself and shakes his head with a chuckle.
“No worries. You know what I changed my mind, I just can’t imagine you seducing someone when you apologize for pulling on my hair like that. That’s a ridiculous idea, really,” he shrugs with an amused expression.
“You think so?” you ask tilting your head in a wonder.
His amusement dies as you settle on his lap with a sweet smile on your face. His hands vaguely move to rest on your hips before he stops himself and lets them drop by his sides. Licking his lips nervously Johnny straightens just a little and clears his throat.
“Yes,” he chokes out in a weirdly strained voice.
You can feel the excitement coil in your belly as you observe him. The way he acts when he’s unsure of himself or self-conscious in general always makes your heart-beat speed up a little. It’s adorable how hard he tries to appear confident when you know all too well how far away he’s from that state of mind. In fact, you’re slightly surprised when you notice how stressed he seems to be right now by the unexpected turn of events. It makes you want to tease him some more.
“And why is that?” you ask then gently tucking a stray lock behind his ear.
You let your hand linger there for a brief moment before tenderly caressing his cheek with the tips of your fingers. Johnny’s breath hitches at that and his stare immediately drops to your lips. The idea pops in your mind out of nowhere but for some reason it feels right. It’s not like you never thought about it before anyway.
“I–I don’t…” he manages to stutter out before his words are cut short by your lips gently covering his.
The kiss was supposed to be brief and delicate, but then he’s kissing you back with all his might, and before you know it your tongue explores his pliant mouth. You put his hands on your waist, and he brings you closer until your chest is pressed flush against his. After some time, you move away and rest your forehead against his trying to catch your breath. His eyes are closed as he breathes deeply in and out as if trying to calm himself down.
“I love it when you prove me wrong,” he finally says hoarsely as his shaking hands caress your sides carefully.
Johnny’s smiling but for some reason he sounds miserable. You move away altogether straightening slowly and try to get a grip on yourself. Maybe you shouldn’t have kissed him – tasting his soft lips once makes you want to do that again. And maybe, just maybe, you want to taste more than just his lips.
“Did you want me to seduce you?” you ask in a wonder cupping his cheek.
He opens his eyes and this time it’s your breath that hitches: he looks like the most beautiful mess of a man you have ever seen. Brown irises almost swallowed by dilated pupils, cheeks and ears reddened, lips slightly swollen already. You’re so fucked and you know it.
“There is quite a lot of things that I’d like you to do to me,” Johnny answers in a playful tone, but his dark eyes are boring into yours in a way that isn’t playful at all.
“Is that so?” you hum lowly with a smirk.
When you roll your hips against his unexpectedly, the groan he lets out sounds like it was ripped from his throat. Still smirking you lace your fingers with his thick locks – you only managed to undo half of the ribbons before the situation escalated. Strangely, it makes him even more pleasant to look at: half of his hair neatly braided and the other one untamed, wild curls sticking in every direction. When you tug on them, it’s out of a pure curiosity, but then Johnny moans your name in a way that makes you shiver in pleasure. You want to hear it again, so you repeat the movement, and he doesn’t disappoint – this time he says it louder but just as breathlessly as before.
“You like it when I pull on your hair, love?” you ask moving closer to kiss the tip of his nose – just in time to feel the twitch of his cock underneath you.
Now that you’ve scooted closer you can feel his whole length pressed firmly against your inner thigh, and it turns you on even more. The last time you’ve seen him completely naked was when you two were still kids, so it’s a new territory for you. Thankfully, you’re one curious woman that likes to explore the unknown.
“Oh, and what do we have here?” you muse rolling your hips slowly against his, and he groans softly.
He bites his lip and looks at you from under his long eyelashes – a classic move from him but one you could never resist. His stare is dark and heavy, full of promises that make your core clench in anticipation.
“I don’t know, you tell me,” he answers in a low voice and turns his face slightly to the side to press his lips to your wrist.
You chuckle truly amused this time, but Johnny just stares at you wordlessly with those dark eyes. Those damned beautiful eyes that never fail to sweep you off your feet.
“I have a feeling that it’s something I’d like a lot, love,” you say a little out of breath.
Something is changing between you two at this very moment: the playfulness is gone. It got replaced by a heavy yet comfortable silence that makes your chest ache for some reason.
“I like that,” he hums closing his eyes with a content smile.
“What exactly?” you ask slowly threading your fingers through his hair, this time in a gentle manner.
He opens his eyes, and you just look at each other for a while in that soothing silence until he finally breaks eyes contact, smiles softly and hides his face in your shoulder with a sigh. You’re now the closest you’ve ever been with him: his arms circling your waist loosely, face hidden in your shoulder, your crotch pressed flush against his and the same goes for your chests. You’re going crazy but from the way he’s breathing heavily, arms trembling ever so slightly, you know you’re not the only one affected.
“I like it when you call me “love”,” Johnny murmurs quietly into your shoulder embracing you even tighter than before.
“Good to know, love,” you hum in the answer kissing his neck until his sweet whimpers and sighs are all you can hear.
“Honestly, you just sound too good for your own good.”
Johnny laughs softly at that, but then you rub your crotch against his, and he just chokes out your name urgently digging his fingers into your skin. His hands move down to your hips to support your weigh as you’re now steadily moving atop of him, applying all sorts of pleasure on his hard cock still trapped under the clothes. You change the angles from time to time trying to find the one that’d make him lose it while the friction works just right for you: your clit is throbbing deliciously from the constant stimulation.
“Fuck, I’m close already,” he groans throwing his head back and in the same time giving you unlimited access to the long column of his thick neck and collarbones.
Your fingers curl around his neck as if they have their own will while your lips slowly but surely move alongside his jaw and blushed cheek.
“No pressure, love, cum whenever you feel like it,” you whisper into his ear and bite it playfully.
His deep surprised moan combined with strong buck of his hips makes you come unexpectedly. Your thighs tremble as you rub your crotch against his hard erection enjoying the painful sparks of overstimulation resonating from your sensitive clit. Just as he said it doesn’t take long for him either – Johnny cries out your name before reaching his high, body trembling just as yours was mere minutes ago. His body slumps against yours as he tries to catch his breath.
“So about that seduction,” you say in a mischievous tone after a while of stroking the back of his head soothingly.
He straightens up with a wide grin that makes him look youthful, innocent even. Definitely not the vibe of a person who just came in their pants from dry-humping with their friend for the past hour.
“In my case you succeeded undoubtedly,” Johnny starts with a smirk playing with the stray strand of your hair.
“But?” you ask rolling your eyes knowing already where this is going.
“But you didn’t plan it, so it was, in fact accidental.”
You look at him for a few seconds wordlessly before pulling on his hair quite hard. Using the fact that his lips parted to let out a moan, you kiss him with all your might.
“It sort of happened,” you pant out between the kisses.
Contains: Dirty talk, hand job, nipple play, marking, overstimulation
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“Babe,” he sighs shakily as he feels your arms tightly circling his slim waist.
“Yes?” you ask pressing your soft body into his hard one and place a kiss on his shoulder blade through the t-shirt.
“I’m busy,” Taeyong says trying to sound stern, but it’s almost physically impossible for him when you’re this close.
It’s not that he doesn’t like it, quite the opposite: feeling the warmth of your body and knowing that you’re here with him always makes him feel peaceful. Today, however, with your chest pressed flush against his back he can feel how rapidly your heart is beating, and he knows that your intentions aren’t pure in the slightest.
“But I’m not going to disrupt you, love,” you chuckle rubbing your face into his back breathing his comforting scent.
The amusement in your voice says something else, but there is nothing he can do, especially when he feels the wave of excitement flooding his body. With a sigh Taeyong comes back to slicing the meat he brought for the dinner patiently awaiting your next move. He doesn’t have to wait long.
“I went shopping today,” you start casually moving your hand up and down his chest.
Taeyong takes a deep breath trying to relax, but his heartbeat speeded up already. Your nails oh-so-accidentally graze his nipple from time to time in a lazy manner and he slowly but surely starts to lose his composure.
“Didn’t you go shopping a few days ago?” he asks trying to ignore the arousal coiling in his belly and focus solely on the task in front of him.
“Yes, love, but at the time I didn’t have enough money with me to buy a cute lingerie set I spotted there. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so I came back today and bought it.”
One of your hands dips lower grazing the hem of his sweats teasingly only to come back to his chest mere seconds later. You repeat the movement a few times, teasing him with the promise of something much more interesting than just that insufficient touch.
“How does it look like?” Taeyong chokes out putting the knife carefully aside and closing his eyes slightly.
“It’s nothing fancy: just a pair of baby blue lacy panties and a matching bralette. I’ll show you later,” you murmur placing kisses along the neckline of his t-shirt.
Taeyong swallows quietly: everything looks fancy when you’re the one wearing it. No matter what it is, it invariably drives him crazy when he sees you in it. It’s all just an addition to your beauty.
“However, that’s not what I wanted to talk about,” you add finally slipping both hands under his t-shirt to massage his chest without the barrier of clothes.
“No?” he says breathlessly as your fingers play with his stiffened nipples, circling sensitive areolas teasingly.
“No,” you confirm softly, one of your hands moving lazily down his chest and abdomen to reach his waistband once again.
This time you don’t retreat it back up, no, this time your palm massages his length through the soft fabric of his sweats and Taeyong groans throatily as he bucks his hips slightly. You can feel him harden under your touch which makes you even wetter than you already were. The arousal pulses in your body as you rub your crotch against his butt trying to blow off some steam. The relief is only momentary, but it’s enough for you to regain your focus.
“When I was leaving the store, something caught my eye,” you muse slipping fingers past the waistband and wrapping them around his cock.
“W-what was it?” he stutters as his dick throbs in your hand.
His hands are now tightly grabbing the edge of the counter as he tries to focus on your words rather than on the overwhelming pleasure. The most delicate touch of yours is enough to make him hopeless, and he absolutely loves that. It’s no secret that Taeyong enjoys giving you the power over him just as much as you enjoy having it.
“A pair of lacy panties in the prettiest shade of dark green,” you whispered tugging his sweats down his thighs with the free hand.
“You cannot even fathom how wet I’ve become when the image of you wearing it flashed before my eyes.”
“Oh,” was all Taeyong was able to say dizzy from the lust that flooded his mind.
In the meantime you spit onto your hand and wrap your fingers properly around his length this time. Your hand moves up and down, slowly at first but gradually speeding up as Taeyong moans and groans and whimpers – a music to your ears and for your ears only. You deeply enjoy the firmness of his manhood in your palm, the bulging vines and pre-cum dripping from the slit. It’s your pleasure to say that your man is now a complete mess, and it’s all because of your doings.
“You see, I couldn’t get said image of my head for the whole day. All I could think of was how gorgeous your butt would look wrapped in that lace,” you murmur nipping gently at the skin of his shoulder.
You always like to leave traces of your affection on his body: hickeys all over his skin, red trails made by your fingernails, imprints of your hands on his thighs and buttocks. Every time he looks in the mirror all he can think of is you.
“And your cock, god, your cock,” you sigh tightening your grip and twisting your wrist around the head.
Taeyong is cursing under his breath as he fucks your fist in the limited space you left for him between your body and the kitchen counter. Everything just feels so good he can’t control himself any more. His mind can only focus on you: your touch, your voice, your smell.
“I can’t even begin to imagine how drenched my own panties would be if I saw your rock-hard dick covered by such thin fabric. I’d rip it off with my own fucking teeth.”
“Fuck,” Taeyong yelps throwing pressing his body firmly into yours as milky cum shots out of his cock.
Sticky substance covers your hand, the cupboards and his pants while you kiss his neck and whisper sweet nonsense into his ear. He’s breathing is heavy as you continue to slide your hand up and down his shaft not showing sign of stopping. A shiver runs down his spine as he realizes your plans, the pain of overstimulation mixes with pleasure bringing him to yet another orgasm.
“I think I’ll go and buy those panties, love. I want to ride your cock as you wear them, I want to ruin them with my juices until here is nothing left of them.”
The very idea makes him cum on the spot surprising you: you have no time to cover the swollen head and the sperm lands on his t-shirt replenishing the complete mess you had turned him into.
“Everything fine, love?” you ask peppering kisses on his covered back as he comes back from his high.
You can feel his legs shaking from the effort, cock twitching in your cum-covered hand.
“Yeah, just a little dizzy from all those orgasms. Anyway I have to finish the dinner,” he sighs, but you’re already shaking your head moving away gently.
“I’ll take care of that love, you take a shower and change. Is that alright?”
“Thank you,” he says turning around with the sweetest smile and kisses you deeply.
You pull his sweats up and slap his backside playfully as he places open-mouthed kisses on your face and neck.
“Whose butt is that?” you ask mischievously tilting your head.
as much as taeil tries to hide it, he’s easily excitable and completely wrapped around your finger. so if you’re looking for an easy way to get his lips on yours all you have to do is tug on the sleeves on his sweater with a pout and he’s done for.
even with the rush from the excitement, he’s so so so gentle with you. he’ll take his time playing with you (read: rubbing the tips of your noses together? like those little nose kisses?) before finally giving you what you really wanted.
ʚ ⋮ johnny suh
his absolute favorite thing to do is lean in for a kiss only to turn his head at the last second leaving you all sad and pouty, he thinks you look adorable! (he ends up kissing you a million times to make up for it).
like that one time you tried to kiss him during movie night and he thought to himself: this feels like a great time to mess with my s/o. he inched closer to your lips only to redirect right before the kiss, pretending to look past you and reach for the remote.
he’ll see you staring at his lips from across the room and shoot you a judgmental and wiggle his eyebrows.
or, he’ll pull you in by the waist and tickle you until you’re on the verge of complaining and kiss you right when you start to open your mouth to tell him off. then, he has the audacity to break away asking you, “oh, what were you saying?” with a smug smile on his face.
but, as much as he tries really hard to keep his cool guy composure during the kiss, we all know he’s not fooling anyone—especially not you—when he has to pull away because he can’t stop smiling like a lovestruck dummy.
ʚ ⋮ lee taeyong
if there’s two things for sure, 1) what tae wants: tae gets and 2) your boyfriend is mr petty.
if you’re busy he’ll follow you around the house like a lost puppy whining, “y/n, kiss me! i know you want to! please, just one kiss and i’ll leave you alone~”, until you give in (and you do, duh).
not to mention, you forget your morning kiss one time and suddenly all his members know and he’ll be bringing it up forever.
he lives for when you kiss him out of the blue, even if he lies through his teeth when you ask him about it. if he’s had a tough day at practice and you’re at the door waiting to give him the world’s most healing kiss™, tae will for sure melt in your arms and maybe even tear up a bit.
ʚ ⋮ nakamoto yuta
now yuta is a gentleman through and through, so he’ll never do anything you’re uncomfortable with and he’s not even thinking about touching you until he gets the green light.
even with the smallest of pecks he has to hear you say you want it. you might think it’s stupid or repetitive, but you’re the most precious thing he has in his life and if he makes you the slightest bit upset he is not going to be able to live with himself.
yuta is in love with everything about you and your body is no exception. he’ll always have his hands over you leaving soft touches over your lower back or lightly grasping the skin of your elbow. if he’s being a bit daring he’ll pull you closer to him with a hand behind your head and there’ll be no doubt that by the time you’re done you’ll be gasping for air with swollen lips as yuta stares back at you with an innocent, shit-eating grin.
ʚ ⋮ kim doyoung
when it comes to anything you, doyoung tends to panic and forget that he doesn’t have to put on an act to impress you anymore. no matter how much he’s dying inside to be close to you, he can’t help but play hard to get.
he sees you lean in towards him and goes !!! and his hands work ahead of his brain, pushing you away. you’ll try again, but he can’t seem to get it together and after a while you get discouraged, readying to leave without the thing you came for. luckily, the one braincell that showed up for work that day kicks in and doyoung grabs your hips, pulling you onto his lap. he lets you get comfortable, leaning you against his chest while mixing whispered apologies and soft kisses into your neck.
ʚ ⋮ jung jaehyun
by nature jaehyun is so kind hearted and caring and when it comes to you? he becomes almost completely selfless. your comfort and consent are always first in line for anything he does. he’s always checking in on you and asking how you’re feeling or if it’s alright if he places his hand a certain somewhere.
his kisses are soft and slow! he takes time to cup your cheek and stare at your lips before leaning in. most of the time, he has a track running in the back that helps establish whatever mood you’re going for!
ʚ ⋮ kim jungwoo
choose your character: a complete sweetheart or a complete tease. only i lied, and it’s not a choice with jungwoo, you get both at the same time.
jungwoo has got it bad for you and he’s one-hundred percent ready to give you everything you’ve ever wanted… except for when it comes to kisses.
you’re cute, but he’s not gonna fold that easily.
he’ll kiss you everywhere but your lips just to have you whining with puppy eyes and shaking his arm, begging him to give up the act and kiss you. lucky for you, jungwoo is not built as different as he says he is nor is he god’s strongest soldier and he ends up crumbling at your puppy eyes.
ʚ ⋮ mark lee
he’d kiss you all the time if he could.
you could’ve been together forever and he would still be getting giggly over the close proximity. you’re just so pretty? and he’s so in love? he can’t help but feel giddy.
that being said, mark takes forever to actually kiss you because he can’t stop breaking away to laugh. he gets two centimeters away from your face and he just falls into a fit of giggles before softly slapping your arm as he apologizes
(“sorry, sorry, i’ll do it for real this time! i swear! stop looking at me like that!”)
the only exception would be if he’s in a rush or running late to his recording session after a restful night at your place. he’d grab the bagged lunch you made for him just minutes before and rush towards the kitchen island to press a swift kiss to your cheek before running out the door, yelling his goodbyes.
; incubus haechan, slight religious talk, suggestive, dubcon, demonic aphrodisiac
; 2.4k wc
; The entire room is painted black. The only thing you can see is your friend’s phone screen and the flickering orange light illuminating the elevator itself. It’s old fashion; dark-stain wood plank walls with a vintage scissor gate. The metal looks rusty and you’re afraid to touch it. You step into the small box alone, waving off your friend and nervously reading the attraction brochure for the fifteenth time. It’s creepily vague with way too bold of a font and too many colours.
Welcome to Elevator 127!
Come make an appearance at a spooky Halloween attraction unlike any haunted house you’ve ever seen. Pick a floor for an eerie hour with any of our paranormal members. Free of charge too! Pass the elevator doors and enter their realm far from any experience you’ve ever had.
Select your floor…
The very first listing in the brochure is for an incubus named Haechan; 606 years old, male (in human form), and Korean. There’s nothing but his information printed with what looks like a stamp of a sigil; two circles, one big and small, with three crosses meeting at their ends in the middle , laid 90 degrees separate from one another, with a flicked tail coming from the center. Lilith spells itself out between the edges of the circles in all capitals.
You scan the rest of the options but end up back at Haechan’s section. It’s best to go in order, he’s only a floor up and all the rest are placed in a drastic range from one another. You fold up the brochure and shove it into your back pocket, crumpling up the paper slightly, and scan the button selection for his floor. The pad is a painted rectangle with ten black, circular buttons, arranged in five rows with his placed alone at the very top. It’s damp when you press and you go to check your hands in the case it was your own sweat, grimacing when you find that there’s now a clear sheen on your right pointer.
With a final close of the door, you wipe your finger onto the thin brochure paper that peeks out and stand patiently as the elevator leisurely makes its way up. The floors were either built far apart or this old lift was taking its time on the way there. You check your phone for the time, feeling as if five minutes had already passed just for a single floor, and raise a brow when the device doesn’t turn on. How cliche, you think.
The elevator gently comes to a stop, so naturally that you wouldn’t have noticed if it wasn’t for the slight squeak that sounds when it halts. You press the door button and watch it squeak open, revealing a dim, red room with candles placed all over its wooden black furniture.
A second later, the view is obstructed by a large puff of smoke, a black cloud appearing out of nowhere to drift away in skinny tendrils from the body standing in the middle of it. You guess that this is Haechan. He’s a younger-looking man, an innocent face with a teasing smile and soft but prominent jawline. He’s got caramel skin with the reddest of lips, colour resembling the dark shade of horns that peek through his curled, light brown hair. He’s dressed in all black, head to toe varying from sheer mesh to worn leather in the dark shade.
“Hi,” he giggles as an introduction, a glittering in his black eyes and pearly whites. The man tilts his head like a curious puppy, eyes opening even wider with wonder, and he eyes you up and down before carrying on, “I’m Haechan, demon name is Donghyuck.”
You stand in shock, still taking in the sudden appearance of the incubus and his simple introduction. The first thing you do is give him your own name in a small mumble, biting your lip nervously. His eyes focus on the action with fervor, gaze so strong you swear you can feel a slight burn begin to bubble your skin on the exact spot.
He chuckles when you turn away, blinking in a lethargic manner before taking a step back and directing you into his room with a wave of two fingers. You walk in with a deep breath and the moment your body enters the room, the gate slams shut with a crash and plunges down so fast you can hear gusts of air follow behind it. How lucky that you didn’t have to experience that speed.
The first thing you notice is how warm it is here compared to the elevator, air stuffy, and dense. Your cheeks take in the warmth as you steady for proper breathing, adjusting to the thicker air as you take in the room properly. There’s a king-sized bed against the center of the left wall, covered in red satin and black lace lined sheets. With a proper inspection, the room is actually furnished like any other, only standing out due to its intimate and monotone colour palette. Besides the giant sigil that’s painted onto the center of the floor, identical to the brochure.
“Thanks for choosing my floor, doll. I was getting bored,” he smiles, still not moving an inch. His posture is like that of a statue, the only sense of life is the smile on his lips. With his hands crossed in front of his hips, he continues speaking with a charming lilt in a honey-coated voice, “the only rule on my floor is absolutely no religious or silver jewellery. Go put them in the box behind you.”
You spin around and make your way to the small glass box, open and waiting, before discarding any accessories that seem to be against his rule. The moment your necklace is off your skin and onto the box, you feel Haechan’s body stood a centimetre from your own. Leaning over your shoulder, he watches you drop the last of your rings into the box before whispering, “can I touch you?”
You barely get halfway through a nod before Haechan eagerly wraps his arms around your waist, pressing you against his own body. His skin is searing hot, only slightly hidden by the heat absorption of his clothing. The part that stands out the most is his bare fingers, ungloved, and laid on your sides. There’s a gradual sweltering feeling that forms like a branding print and your body begins to panic at the feeling, needing to run from the danger of burns this very moment. Except you lean into it, the slight numbing feeling worryingly satisfying the more you hold out. Sustaining the touch makes it more intense, more terrifying, yet when his hand drifts up to clutch at a different spot, the fresh searing feel has shivers flying down your spine.
“Close your eyes, doll,” he mutters into your nape. Your eyelids shut without any added thought of his order, lips parting in a slight gasp at the touch of his breath against your exposed skin. It’s overwhelming and you feel your brain go fuzzy, zeroing in on that singular spot and the throb that comes with every exhale .
His hand finds your jaw next, the touch burning just as much as the last, and with a firm hold, Haechan physically gets you to look over your shoulder. With a drowsy blink, you open your eyes to the dizzying sight of his face leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss. Your mind blanks immediately; senses working in overdrive so that all you can make out is static, you’ve forgotten how to breathe and there’s no way to feel if you’re kissing Haechan back properly.
The demon pulls back with a lewd pop, licking away the spit all over his lips with a swipe of his forked tongue before murmuring for you to open your eyes again. “You can relax now, baby.”
The action of blinking open is painfully difficult, eyelids insanely sluggish and head so heavy that even the low luminescence of candle-light is enough to have you wince. You open your mouth to speak but can only manage a smile, tongue lazy after the haze. He doesn’t look nearly as worn out as you, the exact opposite actually. His breathing is slow and controlled, expression alert and attuned to each and every one of your actions.
“I’ll let you relax,” he huffs with a simper, “I’ll have to calm down on how much I take, you’re more sensitive than I thought.” As if to check that truth, Haechan runs his pointer down your neck and follows the movement to the middle of your chest with a light scratch, digging into the midway point of your pelvis before letting go with an amused hum. You visibly shudder.
He pulls away and wanders to the other side of the room. The distance clears your head instantly, muscles gaining their strength back from the jello state they were in just a moment ago. Regaining the ability to breathe feels like a blocked nose finally clearing up after a week long fever and you take deep, desperate inhales, savouring the sensation of your lungs filling properly. Sitting up, you watch Haechan walk over to the glass box and examine the contents through the clear material curiously.
You startle realising you were no longer near the glass box, suddenly you were on a completely different side of the room watching it from a distance away. “What the fuck,” you whisper, gulping down the confusion and panting in fear. Your hands fly up and you look between them and the box so quickly your neck might snap if you do another two. The sleeves of your shirt fall down your forearm to reveal your skin, allowing access to cooling. You relish in the feeling of crisp air on your skin, exceptionally torrid, so much so you swear that you can feel the layer sizzling against one another.
“Don’t worry,” Haechan smirks, licking across his perfectly straight teeth with a calm gaze that only serves to panic you more. “I moved you to the bed while we were kissing.” There’s no shame in his voice, only a hint of pride when recalling the actions, but he’s so infuriatingly indifferent that you feel a whine crawl up your throat, feeling ignored.
Right, you think, inhaling once and twice to ground yourself after that blanking bliss. The satin is damp under your hands and it holds onto your legs surprisingly well, latching onto the sweat that has formed between before and now. “What happened to me?” you ask, breathless.
He stands up from where he was leaning over the box, strolling over the small distance with a slight smirk and watchful eyes. “You get weak when we touch,” he explains with a drag of his words, “having your essence isn’t the most powerful feeling after all.”
“My essence?” The saliva in your mouth is grossly thick, vicious, and somewhat salty. You’re dehydrated. There’s a bottle of water on the bedside table and you gulp half of it down in one go, forgoing the need to breathe in exchange for the cool liquid. The preparation is oddly excessive but you appreciate it nonetheless, necking the second half after less than ten seconds of being out of breath.
He watches you drink with a clouded gaze. The glaze in his eyes have disappeared, black irises dulling in emotion before expanding beyond their circumference, colouring part of his whites. You stare as they change and take a deep breath to control the fearful confusion of the sight. The night was strange enough, anymore questioning and your head would explode. Your lips, swollen and wet with more than just his spit is a delightful sight and Haechan feels himself grow impatient. “Are you ready to continue?” he hurries, trying his best to hide the hunger in his chest.
Continue with what, you don’t know, but there was absolutely no way you could take sitting around and doing nothing under his intense stare for any longer. You nod and he’s in front of you in half a second, on his knees and leaning forward with his hands on your thighs for support. “Okay,” he drawls, setting fire to your skin as he examines every line of your features, “I’m going to touch you. Are you okay with that?”
With the pressure of his hands on your body yet again, you feel your chest constrict once more before panting out a yes. He notices the effect and removes his hands, asking a second time to receive the same response, this time from a clear head. With your cue to go, Haechan’s pushing himself against you with haste and dives in to press your lips together. You chase after him when he pulls away, desperate and empty without his kiss.
“I could smell you the moment you got into the elevator,” he lulls, licking his tongue over the warm expanse of your neck. His saliva was cold, shockingly so, and you chase the chilling moisture desperately. The sharp gasp you let out is embarrassingly loud but Haechan, feverish, soaks the sound up, fingers tightening their grip on your shoulders as he noses at your neck.
“Smell what?” you shiver, afraid of moving even an inch away from his touch. It was dangerously enchanting and you find yourself losing your sense again, giving your all to the greedy demon. Haechan wasn’t taking nearly as much as before, you feel yourself becoming impatient, needing the overwhelming sensation for as long as you can take it. He pulls away with the widest grin on his face, the entirety of his eyes completely painted over in deep black. A misty cloud of smoke, like the one he introduced himself in, begins to surround you.
“Your arousal, of course,” he chuckles. He stuffs his nose into your clavicle, tracing up the line of your shoulder to inhale deeply. “It’s astoundingly suffocating.” The action would be weird if not for the warmth that gathers in your belly, one that dissipates into sparks that race down your limbs in a pleasant buzz.
“Do you like it?” you shudder, throwing your head back as he sucks at a pressure point in the junction of your neck and shoulders.
“Oh, my babydoll,” he growls, gripping your chin with his thumb to stare into your eyes, forcing you to gaze into his black. The rest of the room turns black in your peripheral, partially masking the wings that have grown from his back, but you can’t take notice with how potently demanding his stare is, not allowing you to look away for even a second.
His fingers, with nails that have become tough and black, wander up and push against your lips, fighting for entry before you feel his skin, now leathery and hot enough to bubble, lays flat against your tongue. It feels like your mouth is about to melt away yet you couldn’t want anything other than to be in this exact moment. Haechan’s grin stretches from ear to ear, wider than the length between his horns, and still, the harrowing image does nothing to deter your want. He leans forward and mumbles with the same honey, sweet voice as before, “I more than like it. Your arousal is a gift from God himself.”
; dysfunctional families, angst, comfort, strangers, mention of donghyuck and johnny.
; jaemin x gender neutral reader
; 3.4k wc
The shouting is the loudest you’ve ever heard it, the sound of your father’s resentful voice pushing against the thin walls of your old home to pound in the chambers of your heart, later drowned out by your mother’s shrill screams and the crash of her favourite flower vase being thrown to the ground. You can see the blue porcelain shattered on the floor, water puddling around the shards to help the pink carnations survive only a little longer, a mirror image of the last time she had done just the same.
You stare at the smashed open earphones that lay by your feet, a product of your mother’s previous rage from when she had had enough of you ignoring her yells, now unable to block your ears from the noise just outside your room. Not even blasting the loudest songs could distract from the way you flinch as they raise their voices, battling to be the loudest, most controlling.
You curl up and throw your hands to your ears, staring into the pitch black of your room and mumbling assurances to yourself, desperate to tune out your parent’s screams. It’s a second later that your mother lets out her true frustrations, making the guilt build up in your chest like bile after overeating.
“It’s your fault I’m stuck here. I didn’t want a family. You made me unhappy.”
A choked sob leaves your lips and your ears ring, more piercing than the words of regret you overheard just a moment ago. Your father responds just as passionately, just as fired up, roaring back about how it was not his idea nor his wish to start a family. You aren’t his fault.
You need to get out.
Throwing a coat over your shoulders, not bothering to change out of your two-day-old pyjamas, you put a hand on your bedroom door knob and hesitate, listening to their curses and shouts, before forcing your room door open. The volume increases the moment you pull on the door, your heart constricting painfully tight as you will your way into the main area of your home. You can feel the headache coming on and you rush to leave as soon as you can, scurrying to the front door where your parents are too busy trying to prove each other wrong to notice their child throwing on a pair of old sneakers. A small spark lights itself up in your heart as your father glances your way. He does nothing to acknowledge or assure you but the small motion is enough.
So, you decide to make the effort.
Your lips tug up into a timid smile, hand raising up into a half-hearted wave, and you keep in the fear when your mother shoots you an angry look. “I’m going to go out for a bit.”
You inwardly scowl at the shakiness in your voice but it seems it doesn’t matter, neither of them spare you another second of their time. Your mother waves you off with a flick of her wrist and you can’t help the disappointment that overcomes you with the dismissive reaction. You hate yourself for even caring - for taking notice of how they don’t think twice about letting you out so late at night or worry about exposing you to their broken relationship - for wanting to be nurtured when even they’re at their lowest.
Ignorance seems bliss right about now.
The evening is apparent, the air still and freezing cold. The yellow street lamps are the only things providing a sense of life in the empty suburban street. The front door doesn’t fully muffle their yells and you wince at the thought of neighbours unwillingly witnessing your weak home.
Glancing to the left, you see Donghyuck’s house just a few blocks down and contemplate seeking his comfort. Not even two steps later, you backtrack immediately and begin to walk in the exact opposite direction, imagining his mother’s offer of dinner and his older brother Johnny’s invitation to join them for a game of Monopoly, it has your lungs tightening up in embarrassment. On the way to whatever’s on this side of the street, you continually argue with yourself, bouncing between feeling like a burden and knowing that Donghyuck would be nothing but happier to give you a sense of home. Though, none of your best friend’s comfort could help to drown away the shame that comes with running away, the envy of not being part of his loving family or the guilt of throwing all your problems onto someone who deserves nothing but good. Your arrival would only shatter the stable home.
You end up at a park, away from Donghyuck’s warm hugs and blissful smiles.
You’ve seen this playset in passing the few times your mother wants to invite you shopping. There are no children being pushed on the swing set so late at night, the slides and seesaw unoccupied and wet. Strange, you hadn’t noticed that it rained today. Despite the droplets that threaten to soak through your sleep pants, you step forward and make to sit in the small cubby house by the monkey bars, cramped because the space wasn’t made for anyone over the age of ten in mind.
Apparently that was the wrong move. The crunch of playground bark under your foot alerts someone already here and in turn, their movement startles you. A hooded person, tall and nimble that you hadn’t noticed before, stands up and calls out, glancing around before landing on your frozen figure.
“Hello?” His voice is deep and firm, not shaky like you know your own would be. You stare as he slowly comes closer and you feel your fingers loosen from the fists they were tightened into, fear lessening when you notice he isn’t much older than you, maybe the same age or slightly younger. Yet that air in your throat doesn’t loosen up in the slightest and you force out your next words.
“I promise,” you hiccup, sniffling, “I’m not trouble, just wanted to- uh- hang out.”
He glares.
“Alone,” you reaffirm, “I wanted to be alone.”
He loses the tension in his shoulders when he hears the tremble of your words and steps forward. You move back protectively and feel your breath catch in your throat, regretting your decision to come here rather than Donghyuck’s house. The embarrassment seems so much nicer than this threat.
“Are you… okay?” he asks.
Somehow, you feel safe instantly, his voice just as deep but holding a softness in it that you hadn’t heard anyone use when speaking in so long. Maybe it’s the desperation or the loneliness but you feel all your worries melt away immediately, wanting nothing more than to let in the stranger. It’s pathetic and you think back to all those safety videos and those ugly statistics that come up on the news often. Yet you can’t help but let yourself trust.
You swallow harshly. “I’m not.”
He nods and gives a little snicker, amused at your honesty, and comes closer. With the street lamps now able to reach him, you can finally put a face to the voice. “Are you crying?”
You nod.
He chuckles again but this time, you can see the small smirk that forms on his mouth and the sliver of straight, white teeth that shines through the slight part of his lips. Your heart pinches but you find yourself enjoying the feeling this time. He runs his fingers through his hair, knocking off the protective hood of his jumper and revealing the washed-out blue colour of his locks. Without the shade of his hoodie, his eyes are considerably more visible. They’re dark brown, almost black, but have a glimmer that’s able to shine through the hair that falls past his brows and into the empty night. His nose is tall and slim, lips thin and chapped.
You gulp and fail to hear what he said, distracted with only the movement on his lips to show he was speaking at all. You mumble an apology and ask if he can repeat himself, unknowingly wandering closer to the attractive stranger.
He sighs impatiently but looks at you with just as much kindness as before, looking to have dropped any fear as well. “If you’re here to hang out, want to hang out with me?”
It’s weird and very suspicious of an invitation but the slight purse of his lips and expectant raise of his brows are terribly convincing. You give in to the offer and nod again, not feeling the need to speak and watching him drop on the ground right there.
“Well?” he murmurs, looking up at you from where he sits criss-cross applesauce, “are you going to join me?”
“Right,” you cough, rubbing your eyes red and shaking off the strange feeling of security that comes with settling by his side.
“I’m Jaemin,” he introduces, raspy and slow.
“I’m Y/n,” you give back.
“Y/n,” he lilts your name, dragging out the last letter with an ending hum, “pretty.”
“Thanks.” You hope it’s dark enough to hide the shy smile that works itself on to your lips.
His hands, veiny and strong, pick up a piece of bark and toss it away, toward the footpath behind you. Not looking away from where he picks for another piece worthy enough to be thrown, Jaemin regards you in a hushed, thoughtful tone, “what are you wandering into a park late at night for?”
You stare down at the empty patch he’s created and offer a tight laugh, “I could ask you the same.”
“Yes,” he nods slowly, calm, and looks up at you with a teasing smile, not breaking his strong gaze even when you turn away, “but I asked you first. Shoot.”
“Oddly demanding of you.”
Jaemin flings another bit of damp wood over your shoulder, dangerously close to scratching your cheek, and falls back on his hands, scoffing. The bark is sure to be digging into his palms painfully. “It’s good to get it out.”
You glare, challenging, before scowling at his know it all attitude and dropping your head to face the ground. “How do you even know it’s something I’d need to vent?”
He laughs with a humoured shake of his head, loud and genuine. “You were crying just a second ago.”
“True.” It isn’t like you know Jaemin properly, you won’t see him every day after this and be able to feel shame or regret – like a diary page you’ll chuck out the next day, tangible evidence gone.
You tuck your knees into your chest, circling your arms around your legs to lace your fingers together at the front, holding your own hands tight. You bite your bottom lip harshly, not worried about your skin potentially splitting under your teeth, and feel your eyes dart from his own patient gaze to the swing set to the empty road.
“Whenever you want,” he whispers, knowing you’ve given up on arguing.
Dropping your forehead on the steadiness of your knees, effectively balling up, you try not to worry about whether or not Jaemin’s judging you and begin speaking. “Parents don’t want to be with each other. They regret having me- forced to stay together for a child they didn’t want. They love screaming about it every chance they get.”
“Yikes,” he hisses, unsure how to respond, “sorry you have to go through that.”
You dismiss him with a shrug, so used to being nonchalant about the topic with Donghyuck or worried friends who catch sight of your parents arguing in the car. Jaemin’s response is nothing different from the default that you’ve always been met with, a fake pinch of pity in their eyebrows. “It’s whatever.”
He pouts, clearly not agreeing, but doesn’t bother to scold you on your act of apathy. “For what it’s worth,” he begins, stopping all motion of his hand to show a careful grin, “I like having you around.”
“Thanks,” you smile playfully, not taking the comment to heart but enjoying the good hearted change of pace, rocking back and forth as he laughs along. “Just sucks to know I’m here out of necessity rather than love. Doesn’t really feel like my existence has worth.”
“Right,” he agrees, breathless. You don’t think he really understands but the way he goes along with it, listening without argument or a rush to correct your dejected feelings, it’s nice. It’s more polite than anything else you’ve ever been told and you can’t find yourself appreciating it more. “Some people just aren’t ready to be parents and don’t know it until it’s too late.”
“Correct,” you applaud quietly, “but that’s not what I mean.”
Jaemin tilts his head in confusion and goes to apologise but you cut him off, not wanting him to feel bad for not understanding, “it’s more so that being parents- my parents- is what’s keeping them from happiness. I’m holding them back or whatever.”
His head bobs up and down slowly, fully processing your words before settling into an understanding frown. “That sucks,” he mumbles, looking at you with sorrowful eyes. You refrain from balling yourself up anymore, his gaze reminding you of Donghyuck’s pitying smile and hesitant looks. Though, you feel yourself lighten up a little with his next words, “I’m proud of you… for enduring that every day and still having a sense of worth- no matter how much it may have weakened. You’ll be able to get out of that situation one day, the future is your oyster.”
It sounds genuine and your brain racks at the sentiment of being listened to properly.
You smile, small and flattered, in place of verbal gratitude and turn away, tired of his twinkling eyes. “I don’t think that’s the saying.“
“It works, doesn’t it?” Jaemin grumbles, kicking at your foot.
“I suppose so.” You click your tongue and kick at the little heart he’s drawn into the now exposed soil. He glowers and slaps at your shoe, mumbling about how ungrateful and mean you are before sighing, giving up on drawing any more. “Now,” you begin, tilting your head to rest your cheek on your knee, “why are you here?”
Jaemin huffs, upset it was already his turn to share his sob story. “Would you believe me if I told you that I’m just here for some fresh air?”
“Not a chance,” you grumble, giving a half smile before sighing yourself, “I know a miserable loser when I see one. You’re one of me.”
“Miserable loser?” he repeats with wide eyes, offended and disbelieving.
“Alright,” you loosen up, apologising with a simper, “that was an exaggeration.”
“I’m…” he stutters, hesitating a little. He meets your eyes and you offer a wide grin, cheesy and light hearted, and laughs. “I’m here for the same reason as you.”
"Tomato pasta?” you cut him off, joking. Hopeful that it’ll ease the tension in his shoulders.
It seems to work, his brows furrowed in confusion and lips parting in slight amusement, pupils darting around to study your face for some kind of explanation. “What?”
"That’s why they fought,” you giggle, finding it stupid now that you’re finally out of the situation itself, “dad asked for fried rice today but mum said she’s been craving pasta.”
“That…” he spaces off yet again, completely lost. The thoughtful pout of his lips is adorable and you find yourself inwardly cooing, feeling light. “That’s a weird thing to have a such a big fight about.”
"I agree,” you nod, toes dancing in a fiddle, “crazy how angry you can get when you hate someone.” You decide against explaining the escalation of the argument, letting Jaemin create his own story in his own head. “Anyway, you were saying?”
“Right,” he clears his throat, “here for the same reason as you. Can’t stand my parents.” There’s slight hesitation to his words, the way he rubs at the back of his neck and the guilt that shows in the way he smiles but won’t look you in the eye. He glances in your direction once before darting away the moment he meets your analysing eyes, wondering. It’s wimpish when he mutters, “hate how in love they are.”
The words leave his lips and you freeze, frowning ever so slightly and allowing your eyes to drift away from his apologetic stare, self conscious. “Way to rub it in,” you mumble. You feel your body lean away from his, suddenly insecure and regretful about what you’d just shared.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, licking his lips with a harsh breath, pushing out an open hand to rest on yours before pulling back when you flinch, reminded you had only just met. “It’s more than that, I swear.”
“What?” you scoff, hurt, “you can hear them having sex at night?” You let out a laugh but Jaemin finds it isn’t at all pleasurable to listen to this time.
“No,” he sighs, head falling in his hands. He looks up and sees you observing the empty road, unable to look at him but too tense to get up and leave. He gives up and gets it out, hoping you’ll understand if he gives you the context all at once, even if you’ve already decided you hate his privilege. “My stepdad. I hate him.”
A second father. Your eyes drift down to your feet and you ask him a question, it’s only to reassure yourself but he doesn’t mind, understands the curiosity. “Is he a jerk?”
“No,” Jaemin chuckles painfully, watching your frown reappear, distasteful, “he’s an alright guy if I let him be.”
“Then why-” you choke, punching at the ground and feeling the bark dig into your knuckles, the pain distracting you from your outburst for a small moment.
He doesn’t let you finish, desperate to clear the air and have you see the full picture. Wanting your approval and not for his sob story to be pitied but for you to be on the same page, he values your perspective of him already. “My stepdad’s a homewrecker,” Jaemin blurts, holding his breath and watching as you let your guard down, angry scowl fading into a look of realisation. You dart your head up, wide-eyed and rushing to apologise, but he sighs in relief, waving you off with an understanding smile.
You don’t look any less regretful as he continues to explain himself but Jaemin finds it sweet, not at all offended by your previous attitude. “I don’t like seeing my parents happy together. My mum doesn’t deserve it,” he hisses at the blunt words and laughs at himself, digging a hand in his hair, “I wouldn’t mind her moving on and finding love but she found him when she was still with my dad- pursued that relationship behind our backs.”
“Jaemin,” you struggle to find the words, “that sounds like such a hard situation.” He nods in confirmation and you purse your lips at the pained smile that comes with it.
He stares down at the ground, unsure why he can’t look you in the eye but loving the feeling of a weight being lifted off of his shoulders, his feelings finally being let out into the open. “I don’t know whether or not to hate my mum for breaking up our family. I think she already hates herself for it- she’s never talked to me about it… I don’t even know if she knows I know- but she has to settle or else she’s alone.”
“Whatever you feel,” you say slowly, carefully, “is complicated but valid. It’s understandable.” It’s a shit response, sounds like a script but it’s the best you can do with how unprepared you are. Jaemin a lot better at this than you seem to be.
“Thanks,” he whispers back, finally looking up at you.
You meet eyes, lips parted and breathing steady, neither of you making a sound but giving the other words of thanks with your steady gazes. Both of you are grateful. The way he stares, silent and caring, makes you wonder if you’d prefer to see him more after this, if having him in your tomorrow would be good for you, if he’s thinking the same. But for now you just sigh, delighted you can look at him in this moment and feel some sense of normalcy, feel understood, lost.
“You’ll be out of there soon,” you chuckle, blinking slowly. With a hushed tone, you reach for Jaemin’s hand and remind him, “the future is your oyster.”
pairing: mark lee x reader (best friends to lovers)
word count: 2.2 k
genre:SMUT
summary: the sexual tension of having a best friend who is always flirting with you and all of your friends think you are dating already, in one of your movie nights you can’t help it anymore after the dirty talking
notes: so mark is getting into me lately, I’ve been just a whore for him and decided to write this quick oneshot, honestly I totally see him doing something like that , imagine having him as your best friend, but anyway hope you enjoy it
warnings: alcohol, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), 69, light spanking, unprotected sex, penetration, choking, cum play, orgasm denial, anal (female receiving), dom mark, sub reader
Cold snowy day in New York City, you and your best friend Mark are in your penthouse making drinks getting ready for an Netflix session.
Mark gets a text from Haechan and laughs.
“- They’re jealous because I’m not hanging out with them right now”
“What are they saying?” You ask.
“- Well, they think we are… Netflix and chill you know?”
“But aren’t we?” You grab another bottle of wine.
“- No I mean…” He lets a typical high-pitched laugh out “- like, really Netflix and chill, nevermind…”
“Why does everybody think we fucked anyway?”
You and Mark were very close. Your friendship started very naturally, since the first day you were introduced by mutual friends, minutes later you were already joking around and it was like you knew each other for a very long time. Mark liked you because you were very easy going and he felt super comfortable around you. He was your male version and you were his female version. Also he was very overprotective with guys around you and since you both had a flirty personality and were always hugging and touchy people assumed you had something more going on.
i could be a better boyfriend than him: huang renjun smut
pairing: soft!renjun to possessive!renjun x fem!toxic!reader (non-idol au).
warnings: mentions of toxic relationship, cheating, brief choking, spitting, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, unprotected sex. not proofread. lowercase intended.
disclaimer: i am not glorifying cheating or a toxic relationship. this is purely fictional and i do not portray renjun nor the reader to be these type of people. this was requested, purely for entertainment. thank you and please enjoy!
“he fucking pisses me off,” you angrily mutter as you wrap your hands around renjun’s neck; continuing to bounce on his cock.
renjun moans closing his eye from bliss. he has a death grip on your hips as if saying don’t stop.
you knew cheating on your boyfriend wasn’t right, but when he pisses you off, your morals fly out the window and you don’t care about your actions.
“what did he-,” he moans mid sentence when he felt your walls clench around him. “what did he do?” he breathlessly ask.
you pause to flip down on your back. renjun wastes no time to get in between your legs. he carelessly wraps them around his slim waist and easily thrusts back into you. a low moan escapes your mouth as he fills you back up; not wasting a second to continue to pound into your pussy.
“he said i couldn’t,” you bring your hand down to rub circles on your clit. “-couldn’t do anything right and he’s only with me because i’m a fantastic fuck.”
“i mean, he’s not entirely wrong,” renjun pants leaning down to capture your lips. you kiss him back, grabbing his chin with the hand you were rubbing your clit with. you lick his lips and he gladly opened his mouth up to you. you swirl your tongue against his, exploring him.
with all the strength you could muster, you push yourself on top of him so now he’s in kneeling position. you pull away from his lips, keeping your grip on his chin and his mouth wide open. he stares up at you confused until you lean down spitting in his mouth.
his eyes widen at your action. you clam his mouth shut, demanding him to swallow it.
with no hesitation, he swallows your saliva.
“good boy,” you praise him. leaning down to kiss him once more. you slightly lift yourself off of him so he could sit in a more comfortable position. once he’s readjusted, you line his cock back to your entrance, and slowly sink down onto him.
you both moan in unison. he grabs your hips once more and thrusts up inside of you. you hold his shoulders for dear life as he continues to pound up into your pussy. your breast bounce with each thrust, occasionally hitting his chin. without warning, he wraps his mouth around your nipple, making you moan out loudly.
“you’ll make a great boyfriend, renjunnie,” you said running your hands through his newly cut hair. he pulls away from your nipple, pushing your hair to the side, and nipping at your neck. he licked a stride across the sensitive skin before biting down on the wet flesh.
he felt possessive at the moment. getting angry at the thought of your piece of shit boyfriend. he knew for sure he could be a better boyfriend than him. and he’s willing to prove that in any way, shape or form. he wanted you; needed you.
“yes,” you moan throwing your head back in utter bliss. with renjun’s rapid thrusting and him marking his territory, you were ready to cum at any moment.
he tugs your hair to make you look at him. “you’re mine now,” he said against your quivering lips. “do you understand me?”
“yes,” you moan bouncing yourself on his cock again as you felt yourself nearing your orgasm. he didn’t like the answer as he stop his thrust much to your dismay and gripped your chin as you did his earlier. “i said do you understand me?” he repeated his question more sternly now. you vigorously nod your head. “yes, renjun,” you whimper, desperate for release.
“that’s my good girl,” he muttered capturing your lips again before returning to his previous job.
he lied down on his back, pulling you with him so you’re chest to chest. he grabs your ass, spreading your cheeks apart, and slowly thrusting back into you. you gasp feeling his cock reach places that he couldn’t reach in his prior positions. you bury your face in the crock of his neck, mewling as he starts to pick up pace.
“don’t hide from me, honey,” he said squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. “let me hear you.”
he removes one hand from your ass to toy with your rim. your eyes squeeze shut at the euphoria he was giving to you. not even your boyfriend could make you feel this good.
your back arched and you slightly sat up, gripping the bed sheets beside his face. he gawked at the sight of your face scrunched up in pleasure and your jiggling breast above his face. he could cum to the thought of getting you off.
“i’m cumming,” you whimpered reaching between your bodies and rubbing your clit.
“want you to cum first,” renjun muttered. he stopped toying with your rim and cupped your chin again. pulling your face towards his, he placed a filthy, wet, tongue filled kiss on your swollen lips. “cum on me, honey.”
your breath grew harder and shallow. you rubbed your clit faster and harsher. the knot in your belly snapped and you came gushing on his cock, crying out in pleasure of the best sex you’ve ever had.
renjun’s mouth fell ajar at the feeling of your walls clamping down on his cock as you orgasmed. his thrust grew sloppy and not long after you, he cums; filling your insides with his fluid, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
you both lie there. panting. sweating. locked in each others embrace.
he thrust a few more times to ride out your highs. he rolls you over onto your back, still stuffed inside of you. he brushes his fingers over the hickey he made. mentally smiling in satisfactory. he looked down to where his cock was still inside of you. he rubbed your thighs before slowly pulling himself out of you. a small moan leaving your mouth at the sudden emptiness.
renjun gasped, feeling himself getting turned on once again from your mixed cum slowly oozing out of you. without hesitation, he runs his index and middle finger down your slit, collecting the wet fluid. he locked eyes with you, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking the juice right off.
“so delicious,” he commented before collapsing beside you.
he pulled the blanket over you. he played with your hair and rubbed your arm until you eventually fell asleep. when he was certain you were in a deep slumber, he rose from his bed, pulling his clothes back on.
he grabbed his cap and the small hand knife he kept in his nightstand before quietly making his way out of his apartment complex in search of your shitty boyfriend.
did you think he was kidding when he said he would do anything to prove that he would be the better boyfriend?
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GELA SAYS • this was in my drafts for a very long time and this is highly inspired by my personal life; my parents worked a lot when i was a kid, especially my dad who worked abroad, so he writes letters to me, my siblings and my mom whenever he’s away for work hehe he still does it up to this day <3 this is for anon who got their heart broken after reading divorce papers eahsahahah, i hope this makes it up to u! also pls lmk if the link at the end doesn’t work and i’ll send u a new one hehe
HAPPY READING!
Jaehyun left the country heartbroken. It’s been two years since physical concerts stopped and now that it’s happening again, he had no choice but to leave the comfort of his home and his family for work. Something he couldn’t explain to his 3-year-old daughter. The last time they went on tour, Jieun was just a few months old and had no idea that her father had left to work abroad for a while.
“I will send you something every now and then, call me if you need anything and I will literally fly my ass back to Korea in case of emergency.” He told you as he rummaged through his bag, looking for his earphones. “Mom and dad said they’ll visit whenever they can, they’re just driving distance from where we live so you can drop Jieun there if you need to run errands on the days she’s not in daycare.”
You chuckle at your husband, “Babe, I know the basics. Your parents have contacted me as well, we’re heading there after this.” You replied, “Please, please, pleasebe safe and avoid anything that will lead you to injury. It’s already hard seeing you go, and it’ll be much harder to know if you’re injured while you’re thousands of miles away from us.”
“Alright, thank you.” He sighed, finally found his earphones before facing you. “I’m definitely going to miss you two.”
The rest of the members were on their way here, Jaehyun personally asked his manager and the company if it was okay to head off to the airport with you and your daughter. Jieun was clueless — for now. She was amazed by how huge airports were and somehow, a miracle occurred, the three of you managed to enter this without any of paparazzies knowing.
“Aww, look at you, a dad working abroad.” You tease, “We’ll miss you too, Jae. We’ll be fine, I promise.”
He was tempted to remove his facemask, wanting to kiss you on the lips, but it was too risky, and someone might notice and make a scene out of it. Instead, he wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your temple even if there was a mask in between. After that, he sank down, turning his daughter’s attention from the chairs to him.
“Jieun, daddy will be back in no time. Promise me you’ll be a good girl for mommy?” He said to the 3-year-old, extending his pinky out and waited for the toddler to wrap her small pinky to her dad’s. “Alright, once daddy comes back, I promise to take you to Everland and to the zoo. As long as you’re good to mommy and to your grandparents.”
“Are you coming back tomorrow, daddy?”
Ouch.That sentence made Jaehyun’s heart crack at some point. Jieun was a pandemic baby; she’s basically used to Jaehyun being around most of the time — even if he comes home late in the night after schedules or early in the morning. But this tour would be longer than Jieun expects; this tour covers at least 7 months abroad as they have scheduled 30 shows in different countries and cities which means they would either go back and forth to Korea or continue the tour for straight 7 months. “Um, well…”
“Daddy will be back before you know it baby,” You chimed in, realizing that he was having a hard time explaining his job to the toddler. “Right, daddy?”
Jaehyun nods his head in agreement, “I’ll be back in no time.” He lowered his mask, planting a kiss on his daughter’s cheek and stood up to plant a kiss on your temple. Fuck the paparazzi, I’m not going to see my girls for at least seven months. He thought. He bends down again and carries his daughter before taking you to his free arm. “Ah, I don’t think I can go through with this.”
“Jae baby, you’ve been dreaming about this day. You’ve always told me that you missed performing in concerts and here you are now… the two of us will be fine, I promise. We have your parents and mine,” You comfort, “We’ll Facetime you every night before she sleeps or whenever you’re available.”
He had no choice but to nod his head.
The first week has passed since Jaehyun left for Japan— their first stop of the world tour and 29 more weeks to go. Jieun cried throughout the weekend, in constant need to see her father. Since two countries share the same time zone, he, along with his 8 uncles, were able to facetime her every time they got the chance to. One time during dinner after the concert, Jieun insisted on calling her father to let him know that she was being a good girl and that she’d spent the day with her grandparents. Jieun’s energy was emptied that day, she didn’t even notice that she fell asleep in the middle of telling her father a story. The following day after that, you received a letter addressed from Japan. When you texted Jaehyun what it was about, he told you that he just wanted to try writing you two letters as it feels much personal to him. Jieun, despite her reading abilities, was excited to open her letter. It has become a personal thing and every time the group heads off to another country, he will send you two letters along with other memorabilia that he is reminded of you two. It was like that until the very end of the 7-month mark of their tour.
Jieun was fast asleep in her grandparents’ bedroom, taking her afternoon nap after playing with her grandfather. It felt like it was a perfect timing to share with your in-laws about the letters that your husband has been sending the past few months.
“I’ve told him he could also email me these things because imagine how much he’s already spent on shipping,” you told his mother, “But it’s cute, it’s romantic and Jieun looks forward to it every time we open the mailbox in the lobby of our apartment, she gets disappointed if it’s the bills - I, too, get disappointed.”
“Oh dear, Jaehyun loves writing. I think it started when he made one during kindergarten,”
“In Connecticut?”
Your mother-in-law nodded her head, setting down her cup of tea and stood up. “Wait here and I’ll grab some of the things he’s written to me and his father.”
Not even five minutes later, she returns to the dining area with a clear medium box filled with photographs, letters and memorabilia. She pulls out an album containing photographs of their stay in America, their travels when he was younger, basically everything that happened in Jaehyun taken in photographs. It was so cute that you were already thinking of doing the same with Jieun, recalling the Google drive you made where you store every photo of your daughter and have made a decision to print all those photos and create a box like this one.
Jaehyun’s mom pulls out a frame, the first thing you notice were the two small handprints of color green and yellow. The piece was titled: My Handprints dated August 15, 2001. He was four years old and in kindergarten. You look at your mother-in-law, she was smiling yet feeling really emotional.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… he was four when he did this in school and I just can’t believe that time has gone by so fast.” She said, wiping a tear that escaped her eye. “You know, Y/N, I was really happy the day Jieun was born. She looked so small and looked like your husband. She’s almost the same age as Jaehyun when he wrote this poem.”
You comfort her, rubbing your hand on her back as you read the poem:
You’ll wonder how I grew so quick
When and where and why?
That hang here on your wall,
And memories will come back of me,
When I was very small…
Love,
Jay
After that visit to your in-laws, the following day, you and Jieun head off to the closest stationery store and grab the things you need such as paper, pen, frame as well as paint and stickers. You thought of surprising Jaehyun as he will be arriving tomorrow with something like the poem he made when he was young. When you told Jieun about it, she was thrilled and wanted to go home straight after your small date (you promised her ice cream, but she was too distracted about your plan that she didn’t ask to stop at the parlour).
“Mommy, what do I say to daddy?” She asked, holding a pencil, and started writing broken letters as best as she could.
“Hmm, you can write about how much you missed him. Can mommy guide you with writing?”
“Yes, please!”
You chuckle, carrying your daughter to the kitchen table and sat her on your lap before holding her small hand that held a pencil. So far, so good that her small hand was cooperating as you write on the paper. After writing, you’ve asked her if she wanted anything else to put on it, she decided to put stickers on them instead of paint because according to her, paint is very messy (based on her daycare experience). It was hard putting her to sleep, knowing that her dad will arrive in a few hours. When you did, successfully put her to bed, you wrapped your gift and hid it in Jieun’s bedroom next to her bed.
You woke up feeling someone plant kisses on your cheek, at first you thought it was Jieun because lately, she enjoys doing that. But you smelled the familiar scent of Jaehyun’s cologne, your eyes opened, and you jolted up in bed. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you, inhaling his scent and even pinched yourself to check if he really was home.
“Are- are you really home? Am I not dreaming? But you said you’ll arrive at 4 o’clock in the afternoon! I haven’t cleaned the house- well, it’s no longer important, you’re back!”
Jaehyun laughs, “I am home, wifey. I wanted to surprise you and Jieun, Johnny and his wife dropped me off.” He explained, the tip of his fingers playing with your skin, “It’s only 7 o’ clock, do you want to… you know-”
Jaehyun was immediately cut off when the bedroom door opens and spits out your daughter holding her favorite stuffed toy. Her hair was messy, and she was rubbing sleepiness out of her eyes. “Mommy, I’m hungry- DADDY!” She squeals, dropping the toy and ran to her father.
“Hello princess. Good morning,” Jaehyun greets, tucking a few hair strands behind her ear and kissed her cheeks. “Have you been good?”
“I have!”
As Jieun babbles about her experience for the past seven months, the three of you head to the kitchen. You prepare breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes as your daughter requested.
“Sweetie, don’t you want to show daddy your gift to him?” You asked, and the moment you put the plate in front of her, she runs off to her bedroom.
“Gift? What gift?”
“Oh, it’s just something to thank you for all those letters and words of affirmation you’ve been sending us the past seven months.”
Jieun returns to the dining area with a box and a huge grin on her face. She hands it to her dad and climbs to his lap to watch her father’s hands as he rips the wrapping paper, revealing the letter that you two wrote and framed last night. Jaehyun’s smile grows big as he reads the content, his heart softens and looks at you: “Babe, this is amazing.”
“We went to your parents’ house the other day and your mom showed me the poem and letters you wrote to them when you were young. I thought I’d do the same thing for Jieun.”
Jaehyun puts the frame down on the table and carried Jieun before walking up to you and kisses your lips. “You two are the best.”
in which painter!reader asks her boyfriend, jaehyun, to help her with her art.
and that’s when jaehyun decided to bring out the kit.
PAIRING/CHARACTERS ✎ jaehyun x fem!reader
GENRE/CATEGORY ✎ smut
CONTENT WARNINGS ✎ 18+, nipple/breast play, using paint during sex (does paint play exist ? lol), unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), riding, missionary, doggy style, hair pulling (m&f), spanking, profanities
WORD COUNT ✎ 2.3k
GELA SAYS ✎ …oh my god sorry for being absent for so long lmao my semester just ended and honestly i had a hard time writing so i had to take a break for awhile and now i’m back ! this feels rushed (because it is :/) but i hope ya’ll will like it <3 please excuse the typos and grammatical errors, i’ll edit it once i find the time :D enjoy ! also pls lmk if i missed anything on the warnings ~
Ah yes, it was one of those moments that you feel unmotivated and out of ideas.
You were asked to paint something unique for the new art gallery opening in a few days that was set for a bidding; despite the fact that you were given a heads-up months ago, you still haven’t done anything. There was no picture forming into your head, and it was starting to worry you because it felt like your career was on the line.
Jaehyun had come home to a dark apartment after his schedule for the day. It was already one in the morning, he was a hundred percent sure you were asleep by now. As he removed his shirt and tossed it to the hamper, he noticed the faint light coming from your workroom. The door was agape, and he saw you standing in front of probably the biggest canvas he’s ever seen. He leans against the doorframe as he watches you unbutton your jumpsuit, revealing the sports bra you were wearing underneath. He bit his lower lip, god,you just looked so hot with your hair messed up and your bra.
“How’s the painting going?” Jaehyun asked, wrapping his arms around your bare waist, causing you to flinch and drop your brush.
“I have nothing, until now- I’m actually starting to get worried.” You replied, massaging his knuckles “Can you help me with some ideas?”
Jaehyun’s eyes widened as he held you in his arms, you weren’t the type to ask him for ideas. He knew you loved working alone and gathering ideas on your own, and this was the first time you had asked him something like that. Some people think that your way of working is selfish, but it was how you got famous in the art stardom and besides, for sure, you weren’t the only artist who prefers to be alone. Jaehyun stares out the window, hoping to find ideas in the calm city.
Then he remembers something that you brought home a few months ago.
“Wait here.” Jaehyun unclasps his arms and runs outside the room, leaving you confused.
He returns back a few minutes later with a box and a huge grin on his face.
“Nope, we’re not gonna do that.” You shook your head, “Nope.”
“Why not? We’re both topless and you asked me for ideas and now I’m giving you one!” He argued, “plus, Ten has a song called Paint Me Naked. I… well, thought of that, too.”
In his hand rests the passion erotic art kit brought by your sister as her giveaway during her housewarming. According to her, when you visited her house, one of the paintings hanging inside the bedroom was made by her and her husband using thatkit. Jaehyun wanted to use it for so long, but with his schedules and yours, that kit has been long forgotten under your bed. You were used to having paint stains all over your body, but painting withyour body? Hell no.
“Babe, we’re too messy when we… do thatthing and it’s even going to be messier if we do it with painting!” You sigh, walking towards him and sandwiched his face between your hands, “I love you and the fact that you tried giving me an idea even though I usually don’t ask, amazes me. Now, let’s just go shower together and sleep. Pretty sure I can come up with something tomorrow.”
Jaehyun pushes his lower lip out and you giggled, planting a kiss to stop his tantrum. You take away the box in his hand and put it somewhere around the room, pushing him out of your work area and inside the bathroom. Once Jaehyun and you are settled in the small bathtub, your tense muscles calm down as you listen to Jaehyun talk about his day.
While Jaehyun slept next to you, you were brainstorming. Actually, Jaehyun’s idea wasn’t… that bad and it would be unique and new to your collection and portfolio! The problem is, you’re not sure how you would explain it to the curator. ‘Oh, me and my boyfriend used our bodies to create that artwork’? But you were already desperate to finish the project. You tried to nudge Jaehyun’s arm, but he didn’t move. You tried poking his cheek, but then again, no response. Sighing, you threw the duvet off your body and got out of bed. Maybe milk would help you calm down and help you feel sleepy.
“Babe.” You let out a gasp, almost dropping the glass of milk. You turned around and looked over your shoulder to check, “It’s 4 o’ clock, why are you stillawake?”
“I can’t sleep, that stupid painting is making me anxious and it feels like my whole career is going south if I won’t come up with something.”
“Baby,” Jaehyun said in a calm voice, walking towards you and engulfed you in a hug, burying his head on the crook of your neck. “You’re a great artist, a remarkable one— don’t pressure yourself because if you do, you won’t get the piece you wanted. Because you forced yourself to finish it.”
“But I’m running out of time!” Jaehyun sighs at your remark, biting his lower lip as he thinks of a way to help you resolve your problem. “I’m even considering your idea.”
It was like Jaehyun regained energy when he heard you say that “You sure? We don’t have to do it just because— no, um, we can still think of other ideas now that we’re both awake.”
“How about we do your idea and if it didn’t come out the way I wanted it, we can brainstorm.”
“Deal.”
You turned around, placing your hands behind his neck, pulling him closer until there was only a small space between the two of you; “We can start right now if you’d like.”
“Baby, you’re the artist… it’s up to you.” He replied, “Been awhile since we last did it, hmm?”
You hum in response, inhaling the scent of his body wash as you bury yourself on his neck, your fingers unbuttoning his top. You could feel his hands travel on your waist, down to your hips until his hands settled on your ass. His biceps tighten when he lifts you up while you pepper his face and neck with kisses, he could feel your body temperature change in a short amount of time. He then puts you down in front of the door of your work area, before opening the door he claims your lips in his. Sloppy and could echo throughout the whole room.
You like it when he pulls your hair, he likes it as well; the way you let out a loud moan as he grips onto the strands of your hair turns him on so bad.
“W-wait, we have to prepare the paint and clothe—”
You stopped mid-sentence when you noticed a huge plastic laying on the floor and the cotton canvas which seems to come from the art kit he suggested using earlier. You raised your brows and faced Jaehyun, “…I was just preparing in case you wanted to give it a shot, and you did that’s why I prepared it beforehand while you were still in the shower.”
“You know me so damn well.” You smiled, taking his lips and started to tug his t-shirt, signaling him to remove it. When he pulled away from your kiss, you too, removed your shirt, your breasts bounced when the fabric was removed and Jaehyun could feel his dick twitch at the scene he just witnessed. God, you are so fucking perfect.
Like a baby in need of milk, Jaehyun latches his mouth on your nipple, the other is being massaged by his free hand. This time, you were the one who pulled his hair. When he bits your bud gently, you couldn’t help but let out a moan and throw your head back, pulling his hair a bit harder. Jaehyun is messy whenever he’s got your breasts in his mouth— his saliva was everywhere as he was swirling his tongue around the nub, sending shivers all over your body.
“Jae, hold on— our pants.” You say, letting go of his hair and pulled yourself away from him. “It’s not gonna be easy doing the laundry with clothes stained with paint.”
“Oh yeah, sorry. I could’ve ripped your pants off if you didn’t say anything,”
After discarding the remaining clothes you two had, you both kneeled down, grabbing the paint that was included in the packaging. There were five colors in total— red, peach, two shades of blue and white. You asked Jaehyun if the paint can easily be washed or safe to use, fortunately, they are. You were worried about having paint on your pussy and having to explain that to a doctor would be a nightmare. And that was tonight’s goal: to not have any paint near your private areas.
The two of you opened the caps of paint, drizzling some of them on the canvas, some on the exposed and easy to wash parts of your body like on your leg, knee, arm, his chest and his toned back. You weren’t sure on how this thing works, you’re an artist, someone familiar in nude art but nude art usingyourownbody? It was like a whole new world for you. Jaehyun suggests for you to ride him because it would be much easier to get rid of the paint already as they might stick on your hair. The paint on your palm prints on the canvas the moment you hold onto it for balance as your boyfriend helps you guide his hard cock to your embarrassingly wet pussy.
“You’re filthy, Jeong Jaehyun.” You moan, feeling his dick stretch your walls as you sink down. “O-oh, fuck…”
Jaehyun’s hand rests on your hips, guiding you and taking the lead for the first few seconds. He lets out a groan when he feels you clench around him. When he is certain that you are able to work on your own, his hands travel on your breasts, kneading them— his right hand that was once covered in peach paint, all transferred to your boobs. He wipes the remaining paint on the canvas, leaving a visible handprint. Then again, you started to pick up the pace, causing his hands to move back to your hips.
“Slowly baby, we’ve got the time in our hands.” He said, lifting his upper body to plant a kiss on your lips and lie down again. “I’ll take the lead, hmm?”
You nodded your head, placing your white and red colored palms on his chest, marking your hand on it.
“Fuck baby, you look so fucking hot.” He said, “I love you being on top, but fuck— switch. I gotta fuck you on my favorite position.”
Satisfied (because you were tired), you pulled out of him, you both moaned in sync. On fours, ass up, head down. The breasts that Jaehyun colored paints something on the canvas, specifically on the place where he laid his back earlier, mixing the colors of peach and blue altogether. You let out a gasp when Jaehyun enters you wholly and drags his cock out, running it on your wet slit.
“Pretty pussy.” He said, forcefully slamming his hips again and earning a loud moan from you. “You told me earlier that I’m filthy, you’re filthy too, baby. Look at you taking my cock so well with paint all over your body.”
You whine when you felt a sting on your buttcheeks and his hand running on the place he just spanked, “What would you tell the people in the gallery, pretty? Imagine their reactions when you tell them this is our masterpiece because the materials you used are our bodies…”
“I- oh my god, J-jae faster—” You started gripping on the canvas, crumpling the cloth. You could feel paint come contact with your cheek as Jaehyun rammed into you faster, like what you said. His nails dig on the skin of your hips, you were pretty sure it will leave a few marks there later. “J-jae, fuck, baby- I’m close… please…”
You clench harder, unable to take the pace he was in. You could hear the plastic underneath the cloth you were laying on move as his feet dug onto it. He was letting out loud groans as he pounded into you harshly, abusing your pussy - at this point, you were starting to see stars. If possible, the inside of your head as you kept on rolling your eyes in pleasure.
“Pussy… feels so… fucking good.”
The moment you released, you felt as if a lump somewhere in your body was finally out, but Jaehyun wasn’t at his climax yet and was not satisfied with the position. He instructs you to turn around, pulling his dick out before helping you flip yourself. You were now in a missionary position; one leg was pushed to your chest while Jaehyun rams himself inside of you again. Your stained hands grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him close to you as he tried to reach his climax. Each thrust he gives; you roll your eyes in pleasure.
“N-near…” He whispered against your jaw before planting a kiss on it.
By the time he painted your walls white, you came for the second time.
“Jaehyun, I saw on the news that Y/N was one of the highest paid artists in that gallery the other day.” Ten says to Jaehyun after bumping into him in the halls of their company. “That painting is amazing.”
“Yeah, well, we never really got to thank you.” Confused, Ten asked him what he had to do about your painting. “Oh, well, Y/N was actually having a hard time thinking about what she had to paint… I thought of your song - Paint Me Naked, and… well, boom!We created a masterpiece.”
The older didn’t know what to feel - honored that the piece you made was inspired by his song or that his friend just used his song to have sex with you. “Well, um, I don’t know what to feel - s-should I be honored or…?” Then it hit him, “Man fuck you, you ruined the song for me…”
: fluff, angst, smut, best friends to lovers au, gamers au
: 18+
: cursing, mentions of blood (from a cut), oral (giving and receiving), choking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, nipple play
: 3.5k
: You and Mark are testing out a new game, set in a virtual world no one has traveled to before. But when a malfunction happens during transport, you have to be honest with each other and work together to make it out alive.
: Thank youuuuu to @wordycerty for reading over this for me. I’ve never written anything like this in this depth and I was nervous writing this. ❤
“Are you ready?”
You zip up your tight black leather suit, quickly throwing your hair into a ponytail.
“Yep! I’ve been waiting forever for this day.”
Today you are testing the new role-playing game Wanderlust Rewind, a virtual reality game that lets you zoom into the game and live in Aria. You are a popular online streamer, and your best friend Mark works for the company developing the game. When he told you about the game, you begged him to let you test it. You are a big fan of the games, and you knew it would be an excellent opportunity to work with them.
You bribed Mark with everything you can think of, with him finally giving in at the last minute. In exchange for making your delicious chocolate chip cookies from scratch for a month, you would also get to stream the gameplay online. It wasn’t a paying job, but it’s well worth it, as you get to test the game out with your best friend.
“Come on, slowpoke,” Mark calls out from outside your changing room. “I wanna get in there early.”
Right. But first, a quick check in the mirror. Your suit hugs your body in all the right places and your lace-up boots are secure on your feet. You grab your matching metallic helmet, encrypted with a virtual reality chip that is supposed to transfer you to Aria. Surely you aren’t the only person who would’ve slept with the thing. Your excitement over this day kept you up past midnight.
“You need to haul your ass—”
You open the door before Mark could finish his sentence, his eyes practically popping out of his sockets. You could tell he got a haircut, his freshly dyed gray hair standing out like a silver wind. Mark is a handsome guy, with his almond-shaped eyes, beautiful skin, and nice body. Since you met at a convention a couple of years ago, he’s been your best friend, but honestly, it feels like you have known him forever. Feelings are there, but you always put them to the side, afraid of the possibility of him not feeling the same way. You aren’t the type to wear your heart on your sleeve, and you prefer it that way. It made you feel safer.
“Are you done bitchin’?” You tease him, nudging his shoulder.
He rolls his eyes, walking you towards the testing area where you two will be playing the game.
“How come you aren’t wearing a suit like me?” You ask, pointing at his outfit. Mark opts to wear a black suit with a white shirt underneath. He carries his helmet in your hand, similar to yours.
“I wanted to be comfortable,” he shrugs, unlocking the door.
“And who the hell is comfortable wearing a suit and tie?” You snort. “Just admit it, you want to moonlight Men in Black.”
“Maybe,” he quips, guiding you inside.
Chatter fills the testing area, with consoles and gaming systems at each table. There are snacks and drinks on one end of the site, nowhere near the tech to prevent accidental spills. Mark shows you where you will be testing: a big screen with a keyboard where you have to enter your credentials to get started. Two employees approach you, one with snowy white hair and the other with very short black hair, wearing the same suit as Mark.
“This is Jisung and Renjun,” Mark introduces you to them, and you shake their hands. “They will be here to help us out if anything goes wrong.
“I mean, nothing should go wrong, right?” You ask, looking at the big monitor.
“It shouldn’t,” he assures you. “But we need to be prepared just in case.”
You nod, putting on your helmet while Jisung secures a utility belt around your waist.
“The belt has things that will help you get through the game,” Renjun states, as if he was reading your mind. “Mark can explain the rest once you arrive at Aria. So, go ahead and put in your info with the keyboard.”
You enter what’s asked of you on the monitor, with Mark following suit behind you. A nervous excitement washes over you, as you have never traveled to virtual reality before. You have seen other streamers do it, and while it seems fun, you’ve always feared something going wrong and being stuck in that world forever. Clearly, you have watched a little too much of Sword Art Online.
“Hey.” Mark touches your hand, interrupting your thoughts. “I’m with you, okay? If anything goes wrong, they will be here to pull us out. Plus, we can still talk to them with this.” He pulls out a walkie-talkie, and you feel more at ease. “Here we go,” Mark enters a code on the keyboard, and an animated character appears.
“Ready, player one and two?” The automated voice booms out of the screen.
You look at Mark, who has his helmet on, and you nod, looking at the monitor.
“Very well. Let’s get started.”
Millions of red codes in flash in front of your helmet, the room spiraling counter-clockwise with a powerful force pushing you forward. You zoom into darkness, a second later landing on a cold black floor, with Mark coming behind you.
“What is this place?” You ask, dusting off your butt.
“I- I’m not sure.”
You snap your head at Mark in disbelief, your eyes glaring at him through your helmet.
“What does that mean? Are we lost?”
“Jisung, Renjun, are you seeing this?” Mark speaks into the walkie-talkie.
There is static reported back, and your heart sinks further to your stomach. You knew this was a bad idea, being the first person to test this game. But you wanted to have the inside scoop on this, allowing you to spend time with Mark. Kill two birds with one stone, as they say.
Welcome, players one and two.
You jump at the automated voice; Mark looks around to see where the voice is coming from.
“Coda,” Mark calls out. “Where are we?”
“You are in Limbus,” the voice responds. “This is the gateway between Aria and the world you know.”
What the fuck. You think to yourself. I knew I should’ve just kept my big mouth shut and waited until the game was released and-
“Hey Mark, can you hear us??” Jisung’s voice booms through the walkie-talkie, cutting through your thoughts.
You walk over to Mark to listen to what he has to say.
“You are stuck in Glitch Mode,” Renjun reveals. “Remember when we encountered it while you set up the game?”
You hear Mark gulp, with tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
“The only way to get out of there is to complete whatever two tasks Coda has you to, and then we should be able to transport you out of there.”
“What two tasks?” You ask. “Mark, what are they talking about?”
Mark doesn’t answer right away, instead opting to sit on the cold, hard floor. You take a seat next to him, desperate to figure out what is happening.
“So when we tested the game, we came across Glitch Mode before and barely made it out. Coda comes up with two challenges we have to do and we have to pass. Otherwise, we will never return to the real world.”
You sit for a minute, taking in the information he just told you.
“So, what do we have to do?” You press on. “I wish you would’ve told me this before I agreed to do this.”
“I know, and I’m sorry,” Mark pleads, taking your hand. “I thought we had it all fixed before today. You have to know that I would never put you in danger.”
You believe him, though the anger you felt is now replaced with anxiety. A timer appears in front of you two, with a woman dressed in a suit and tie appearing next to it. You reach out to the woman only to realize she is a hologram.
“I will ask you one question. Answer them truthfully and within ten seconds, and we will move to the final round. The card in your belt will show us your vitals and tell us if you are telling the truth. If you do not pass the test, we will transport you to another realm, never to return.”
You and Mark look at either other, nodding in silent agreement on what you must do.
“Very well then,” the hologram says. “Player two, what is something you have been hiding from player one?”
Your head snaps up, your eyebrows raised at the possibility of Mark ever hiding anything from you. You two are best friends, and he tells you everything. The timer on the clock ticks down to five, and he still hasn’t given an answer.
“Mark, hurry up and answer,” you shout, your patience wearing thin.
Four.
Three.
Two.
On-
“I am in love with her.”
The timer immediately stops, the hologram disappears, and a motorcycle appears. You are more confused than ever, not only by the bike but also by Mark being in love with you. He’s never let on that he cared about you more than friendship, and under different circumstances, you would be happy to hear him say that. But now you must focus on you both getting the fuck out of here.
“You passed,” the automated voice speaks. “Your last task is to ride this motorcycle to the end of the wall and back. Beware of the flying discs.”
“What flying dis-”
A disk of fiery copper flies past your head, missing you by literal inches. You jump back, obviously shaken, and Mark puts on his helmet, hopping on the motorcycle.
“Come on,” he reaches out his hand, and you grab it, hopping on behind him.
Begin.
Mark speeds into the unknown, flying disks hurling at you two. Mark bobs and weaves like he does this for sport, and you grab onto him tighter, afraid that you will fall.
“I got you, okay?” He yells, getting close to the wall.
He drifts the motorcycle, spinning around and turning him back to where you came from. You turn around, and three disks are coming at you in speed, the sparks flying off it as if it’s ready to cut.
“Mark, they’re gaining on us!” you shout.
He presses his foot on the pedal further, speeding into where there is now a finish line. You can feel the heat of the disks moving closer to your back as you cross the line, the disks disappearing into pixilated dust. You hurriedly climb off the motorcycle, Mark following suit and the bike disappearing shortly after.
“Congratulations,” the cold automated voice says. “You have passed the tests. Where would you like to go?”
You put on your helmet, moving closer to Mark.
“I want to get the fuck out of here-”
“Our world,” Mark interrupts. “Take us back to our world.”
“Very well then.”
You put on your helmet just in time before you are zapped back to the testing area, falling flat on your butt once again. Jisung and Renjun rush over to you both, checking your vitals and making sure you are okay. You look over at Mark and notice a notable cut on his arm, assuming they came from the flying disks.
“Are you okay?” You ask him, taking a closer look.
“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” he nods. “I’m just going to get this covered up. It’s not that deep.”
You look at the rest of the area, everyone giving you curious looks. Your face is hot with embarrassment, and your anxiety ticks up. Finally, you take off your helmet, leaving it on the desk and undoing your utility belt.
“I’m going to go home,” you announce. “That was… an ordeal, to say the least.”
“Let me take you home,” Mark offers, hopping out.
“No, it’s okay, honestly,” you wave him off. “You don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to,” he insists.
He grabs his keys and tells Jisung and Renjun he is leaving for the day. You wanted to be alone and think about what just happened, on top of Mark confessing his feelings for you. This wasn’t how you imagined how this would go. You always thought it would happen over dinner; you casually tell him you like him, and he feels the same, agreeing to be together and sealing the deal with a kiss.
He walks you down the hallway to the changing room, where you get the rest of your things. You sit down on the chair, your mind racing with everything that just happened, including almost losing your life in a game you’d been excited to play. Today is a fucked up day; you would if you could go back in time and erase despite Mark confessing.
You continue to sit and think, aware that the time passes by, but you are so lost in your thoughts that you don’t care. It isn’t until Mark knocks on the door that you snap back into reality.
“Are you okay in there?” his voice booms through the door.
“Y-yeah,” you clear your throat.
You grab your things and open the door, nearly bumping into Mark. He locks the door, looking at you with eyes you’ve never seen before: a look of sadness and worry.
“I know you’re not okay,” Mark says. “I would never have you test a game with that kind of risk. You have to know that.”
“I know,” you sigh. “It’s just… a lot happened in there? Not only that, but I am sure that’s not how you wanted to tell me you have feelings for me.”
His shoulders fall and he nods, agreeing with you, shoving his hands in his pockets. You gaze at his arm, his cut replaced with a bandaid, and you feel relieved that he’s okay.
“I planned to tell you, you know.”
You look at him, trying to hold back a smile.
“I wanted to take you out on a date,” Mark elaborates. “I had this idea to take you up to the mountains where you love to hike, and I was going to plan a picnic there. Bring all your favorite foods and our Nintendo switches, and just hang out. Then boom, tell you how I feel and go from there. I’m sorry I couldn’t do that for you.”
You can imagine yourself sitting on top of the mountain on that date, with your favorite blanket spread out and Mark laying on top of it. Nothing else would make you happier.
“You still can,” you confess.
Mark’s head snaps up, a broad smile spreading across his face,
“I know we just went through a life or death kind of thing right now, but I promise I’m not speaking from that place. I’ve had feelings for you for a while, and I’m relieved you feel the same way, even though I wish it didn’t come out like that.” You move closer to him, smiling softly.
“Again, I’m sorry you had to go through that—”
“Mark, honestly, it’s fine,” you assure him. “I know you wouldn’t do that.”
You can’t stop looking at him. With his clear skin, sharp jaw, and boyish looks, it’s no wonder you fell for him. He is a good person with a soft heart, everything you’ve ever wanted, wrapped up in a black suit.
“God, you’re so pretty,” he says, his face inching closer to yours.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you chuckle, your nose almost touching his.
“I’m going to kiss you, okay?” he whispers.
“Please.”
He kisses you with a passion you never knew he had for you. It was intense and sincere, and it meant so much to you at that moment. Your hands trail to his shirt, undoing the buttons and carefully pushing it off to avoid messing up the band-aid. You let him unzip your suit, rushing to take it off and undoing your shoes all in one go. You eagerly pull at his pants, unbuckling his belt and desperate to pull his dick out.
“Do you really want to do this here?” Mark whispers, pulling his boxers down.
His dick springs free and your mouth waters. You’ve never wanted to suck on something so much in your life. You get on your knees, licking your lips before tasting him. He hisses softly, his hands grabbing your hair.
“Please don’t make me wait a second longer.”
You slowly take Mark’s well-endowed dick into your mouth, challenging yourself to take him all in. He groans at the feel of your warm, velvet mouth around his sensitive head. His groan stuttered, and he pulled your hair tighter as that warmth stretched further and further down his shaft. Your fingers dig into his thighs, holding him steady while you bob, sucking him in deeper and deeper with each involuntary snap of his hips.
“I’m going to enjoy fucking this pretty mouth of yours,” he grunts, his hands now placed on your cheeks.
His strokes are unrelenting, the slurping sounds your mouth is making turning you on. Your fingers trace down to your center, rubbing it softly as you match his rhythm.
“So good,” you cry out.
Your dripping wet core is spilling over your panties, his long veiny cock hitting the back of your throat with no mercy. Mark bends over, unhooking your bra and feeling your breasts. You are sensitive to his touch, your nipples perking as his thumb caresses them softly. Finally, he drags himself out of your mouth, lifting you up and gifting you with a kiss.
“Take off your panties,” he commands.
You do as you’re told, sliding them down your legs. He bends you over a chair, your ass up in the air as he gets on his knees. He smacks your ass, and it excites you, making you bite your lip. You feel his warm breath against your entrance, and he delves his tongue inside you, your insides immediately surrendering to him.
“Fuck,” you moan, gripping the chair.
Mark is sloppy, burying his face deep into your pussy and lapping all over your clit. He is very good at this, humming softly in pleasure and driving you inside. If you thought you had feelings for him before, it deepened as your release came close.
“Mark, I’m gonna cu—”
Rattle. Rattle.
The door shakes, and your body freezes, afraid of someone walking in on in this compromising position.
“Uh, this room is occupied!” Mark yells.
“Oh, sorry!”
You hear shuffling and footsteps moving away from the door. Mark suddenly gets up; his hands slide up your legs and touch your slit. He stuffs two fingers inside you, thrusting into you slowly while his thumb rubs your bud. Your thighs shiver in pleasure, and you cover your mouth as you can barely contain yourself.
“I wish I could do this longer,” Mark whispers. “But we have to hurry before we get caught. I’m not the only one with a key.”
“Okay,” you whisper. He reluctantly removes his fingers from you, replacing them with his cock, lining up with your entrance. He pushes into you slowly, making sure you are comfortable and adjusting to him well. His slow, dangerous strokes hit every spot, and you feel yourself coming undone. Your hips match his rhythm, guiding his hand to your throat. You squeeze it softly, silently telling him it’s okay. You can handle him.
“Fuck, so tight,” he grunts. “I’m going to make you cum all over me.”
“Please,” you beg. “Go harder.”
His strokes become deeper, squeezing your throat tighter as he pushes you against the wall. He fucks you mercilessly, skin-clapping noises spreading throughout the room, and you can’t think straight. You don’t bother being quiet; Mark is fucking you so good that you don’t care who hears it. You feel him twitch inside you and your walls tighten around him, signaling your release.
“I can’t take it,” you cry. “I’m gonna cum.”
He pounds hard, your thighs shivering as your orgasm courses through you. Your body explodes with delight, a loud cry escaping your lips, quickly muffled by Mark’s hand. He kisses the back of your neck, his breathing more rigid, and this thrusts harder. He snaps into you two more times before pulling out, spilling his load onto the floor, squirts of cum landing close to your feet. You turn around, your face hot and out of breath. Your legs are shaking, and you barely make it to the chair before collapsing.
“Are you okay?” Mark asks softly.
“Yeah,” you nod. “Just need a minute, haha.”
He grabs your suit and shoes, helping you get dressed before getting himself ready. You can’t suppress the smile on your face, a fucked up situation leading to a happy ending. Finally, you got your dream guy.
“I still want to take you home, if that’s okay?” Mark probed, reaching for your hand.
You smile, leaning in and kissing him, your heart fluttering like butterflies in a field.
“Please,” you grab your things. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
