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hello stranger. part two.

pairing: minho ft. hyunjin x fem!reader genre: smut, angst, fluff, soulmate!au. enemies to lovers. love triangle. jealousy. pining. unrequited love. content: 18+ minors dni. chapter warnings below cut. word count: 6.8k

chapter summary: you take hyunjin as your plus one to a wedding, in europe. when you return you’re forced to confront minho again.

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When hyunjin gets a little too tipsy at a paint and sip he drags you to his car to "sober up" fucking up into you in the driver's seat<3

Can you do an Innie friends to lovers fic. Thick mc. Smut obviously but like baby bread to daddy toast🤣🤣

Aphrodite's Pain

Jeongin x thick female reader

Word count: 6.4k

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY! Verbal and emotional abuse, physically intimidating behavior, mentions of gaslighting, body shaming, unprotected piv intercourse (be safe use protection) cum eating, praise, body worship, a little spanking (like one smack), Jeongin has a big dick (is that a warning?) I think that's all but as always if I missed something please let me know and I will add it!

A/N: Hope everyone enjoys this one! I had fun writing it. I'm sorry for the terrible joke at the end but I couldn't help myself. I'm cheesy like that.

You and Jeongin became inseparable almost immediately when the guys first introduced the two of you. You loved all of the guys but you and Jeongin had a lot of similar interests and the same sense of humor so you fell into a very comfortable friendship quickly. Movie nights, coffee hang outs, amusement parks, arcades, you spent most of your free time with Jeongin. The guys thought for the longest time that you two would perhaps become more than friends and it was frequently discussed amongst them but they didn’t want to push you so they all swore not to say anything to either of you. For all intents and purposes, Jeongin was your baby bread and you were his Noona. If you ever needed help with anything he was always a call away and you would always drop anything if he needed you. Jeongin was your friend and you appreciated and needed him more than you could ever express.

The one thing that you just couldn’t understand since you and Jeongin had become friends was, in the three years that you had known each other you had run though countless boyfriends. For whatever reason they couldn’t handle the fact that you and Jeongin were so close. You were always up front with your them about your best friend being a guy and you did everything you could to make sure your partners felt secure in your relationship. It never seemed to matter by the end though. Every time the inevitable happened and the guy you were seeing dumped you, your confidence took a hit. Was your friendship with Jeongin just an excuse, a means to an end? Was it really because of you? Were you not pretty enough? Was it because you were heavy set? You had never questioned your weight or appearance or appeal until one guy after another kept leaving you. They all couldn’t really be leaving just because of your friendship with Jeongin. Right? Every time another guy ended things with you those questions plagued your mind. Of course, Jeongin was always there to help hold you together and assure you it was the insecure idiots that you had been dating that had the problem and not you, but Jeongin was your friend he was supposed to tell you things like that. You always held back just a bit never really touching on your insecurities about your appearance. So, while it helped to hear the things he would tell you in the moment it did very little for how you were actually feeling in the long term.

When you met your current boyfriend Matt you were apprehensive about dating him, about dating anyone really. You were at a place in your life where you were thinking maybe you just needed to be single, reflect on yourself and what you’re doing or not doing to not be able to sustain a relationship. You were convinced the issue had to be you in some way. Matt was persistent though. He would send flowers, text you sweet little things all the time, and he didn’t seem to mind Jeongin being around or the fact that he took up such a big chunk of your life. Before you would consider seriously dating Matt you felt the need to express the fears you had about getting into another relationship. How you wondered if it was truly your friendship with Jeongin that made guys in the past leave or if it was the fact that you were thicker or not attractive enough. You laid it all out, admitted more to him than you ever had to anyone, maybe even to Jeongin and Matt had assured you that he wasn’t like the rest of those guys. That you were beautiful and he knew you and Jeongin were friends and that was all.

“You are gorgeous baby, don’t say stuff like that about yourself. Regardless of how stunning you are, I’m not the jealous type. I trust you; I wouldn’t have pursued this with you if I didn’t. I know you’d never do something to betray me like that Y/N so don’t worry so much. Okay?” Against your better judgment you believed Matt. He seemed so sincere and so far, he HAD been better than your ex’s when it came to you and Jeongin. It wasn’t long though before the same things that always happened started. Matt would try to get you to cancel on Jeongin to go out with him instead and get mad when you wouldn’t. If you invited Matt along to spend time with you and Jeongin he would throw side eyes and glares even though Jeongin always made sure to be nice, for your sake at least. Matt would make snarky, jealous remarks whenever you brought up Jeongin. He was actually worse about all of those things than other partners had been and still you would try to reassure him, you would try to make things work. At first after he did things like that, he’d apologize but after a while the apologies stopped and the gaslighting started. He would blame you for arguments he started and try to make you think you weren’t being loyal because you wanted to spend time with your friend. Even still, you hoped you could work out these issues and be happy with Matt. You were trying your best to, as hard as it was.

You and Jeongin were finally getting to hang out after what seemed like forever for the two of you. Between your work and really focusing on trying to make things work with Matt, not to mention Jeongin’s busy scheduled, you hadn’t gotten to spend much time together recently. So, you were both excited to get to do one of your favorite things, stay in at your place and watch movies. At least that’s what you were trying to do when Matt started texting you. He blew up your phone through most of the first movie you were watching to the point you had no idea what was going on. Jeongin was glancing over from time to time but you were too absorbed in the conversation, well more like bickering, with Matt to realize. As soon as you started the second movie your phone started going off again.

That stung. Your face contorted into a grimace after reading it and your chest tightened a bit. Jeongin noticed your stiff posture, the frown and the worry lines on your forehead becoming more prominent. He knew those worry lines only showed when you were trying to hide that you were upset.

“Everything okay Noona?” You looked up from your phone and realized Jeongin had been watching you for a minute now.

“Wha- oh yea. It’s just Matt wondering when we’re gonna be done.” You didn’t mention what he’d said in the last text. Jeongin shook his head.

“Jeeze we’re only just getting through the first movie.” Jeongin made a vary valid point and you agreed.

“I know he’s just upset…” Before you could finish your sentence, you heard a knock at your door. You looked in that direction and then back at Jeongin confused.

“Are you expecting someone?” he asked. You shook your head before getting up to see who was at the door.

“I’ll be right back.”  You called back to Jeongin as you disappeared down the hall way. When you got to the door you looked through the peep hole. When you saw who it was you were not only surprised but furious. You opened the door and were immediately met by Matt yelling at YOU.

“Why the fuck didn’t you message me back!?” You looked at him like he was a crazy person because he was acting like it. You looked behind you checking to make sure Jeongin was still in the living room and then walked out into the hall closing the door behind you to try and keep him from hearing the commotion Matt was causing.

“One, lower your voice. You JUST messaged me. You didn’t give me time to reply before you were knocking on my door. How long have you been wai- you know what never mind it’s not important. You were being mean Matt if I had replied, what was I supposed to say to that that wouldn’t have just ended up being a huge fight? I’m trying to have a good time with my friend and watch some movies.” Matt scoffed and rolled his eyes. He looked behind you at your closed door.

“Why did you close the door huh? Afraid I’m gonna see something you don’t want me to?” This again. Matt started pacing the hall back and forth as you pressed your fingers into your temples trying to will away the headache this was bringing on.

“We go through this all the time Matt! He’s like my little brother. It’s not like I hide or lie about spending time with him. I invite you to join, don’t I? If you call or text I always answer, don’t I? I spend almost all my time with you and do everything I can to make you feel secure in our relationship and you still get so jealous. You knew Jeongin was my friend before we started dating. We had a whole conversation about this, multiple in fact. You said you understood, you said you were okay with it. So, why are you getting so bent out of shape?” Matt spun around and walked back up on you quickly, his finger out, pointing at you. You flinched a little surprised by the aggressive action.

“Yea I want to tag along and be the third wheel with my own girlfriend on your little dates with your little boyfriend.” You let out at heavy sigh. You were getting exhausted with this.

“We don’t have little dates and we are just friends Matt. YOU are my boyfriend.” Matt laughed and started pacing again.

“Not any more I’m not. You always say the same shit, it’s always ‘he’s like a little brother why are you mad?’ You must think I’m fucking stupid. I’m so done Y/N, this is over. We’re over! You’re not worth this shit.” Matt spun around and faced you again.

“Just admit you’re just a whore and fucking him already!” Your jaw dropped.  

“What did you say?!” You were shaky and had tears in your eyes. You couldn’t believe he would say that. You truly had never given him any reason to think that you and Jeongin were anything but friends, in fact you’d done everything you could to prove otherwise. Matt took a few steps closer, baring down on you, looking down his nose at you. Anger radiated off of him.

“I SAID that you’re a fat whore. And that I KNOW you’re fucking him.” The tears in your eyes fell and you choked out a sob. He knew where to hit you so that it hurt and he took his cheap shot. Just then your door flung open behind you and Jeongin was standing there. It was obvious he’d just heard the whole exchange between you and Matt even though you had tried to prevent it. Jeongin’s face looked like it had no emotion in it. It was stiff like it was made of marble. His fists were clenched and the veins of his arms and neck visible. He was clearly trying his very best to restrain himself. You had never seen him like that in all the years you’d known him.

“Y/N, go inside.” His voice was firm but he spoke calmly to you and moved to the side to allow space for you to go in. You didn’t say anything. You did what he told you to and ran into your apartment still crying. Once you were inside Jeongin pulled the door closed behind him this time and stood in front Matt.

“Wha-“ Jeongin cut Matt off before the first word.

“Shut the fuck up.” His words were calm but they still dripped with venom. Matt was stunned. Jeongin had always played the quiet shy kid around him up until that point, mainly for your sake. So, when Jeongin told him to shut the fuck up, he shut the fuck up.

“You have got to be the dumbest asshole alive do you know that? You have never deserved Y/N. She would never cheat on you or willingly hurt anyone she cared about for that matter. Never, and I would never try and make her to do something like that either. We are just friends you fucking neanderthal. We have never fucked, are you hearing me you insecure dip shit.” Matt looked angry and confused, like he wanted to believe Jeongin but didn’t. Jeongin wasn’t done though he leaned in closer and lowered his voice.

“I have never fucked her Matt BUT… I assure you… tonight? I will.” Jeongin looked Matt right in his eyes as he said it. Matt puffed out his chest like some gorilla trying to assert his dominance, challenging Jeongin. Jeongin squared up to him totally unafraid. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes remembering you were upset in the apartment and just wanting to get back to console you. He didn’t have time for Matt’s shit.

“I don’t want to Matt. I’m really, really trying not to. So just get the fuck out and I won’t have to do something we’ll both regret.” Matt hesitated for a moment thinking about calling Jeongin’s bluff. When Jeongin opened his eyes again Matt saw how serious he was. He rolled his eyes and huffed before turning and walking towards the elevators without another word.

“Oh, and Matt?” Matt stopped and turn around.

“You won’t be around anymore but rest assured, if I ever hear you calling Y/N a fat whore again, nothing will stop me from absolutely rocking your shit. Got it?” Matt pressed his lips together. He didn’t say anything but Jeongin knew he got the point. Once Matt was on the elevator and gone Jeongin went back into the apartment. He found you in the living room curled up in the mountain of blankets you had been under watching movies, with your face pressed into the couch cushions, you were still crying. He walked over and sat by you and started rubbing your back, trying calm you.

“Noona? Y/N? Please don’t cry.” You pushed the covers off and turned over facing Jeongin. When he saw your red cheeks and teary eyes, he almost walked back out the door to find Matt and give him the beat down he deserved. Instead Jeongin wiped your fresh tears away as they fell.

“It’s my own fault Innie, things have been getting worse for a while. I should have known; I should have just ended things myself but…” You sniffled and more tears fell.

“What’s wrong with me?” You tried to choke back another sob unsuccessfully.

“Come here Noona.” Jeongin opened his arms to you and you sat up and fell into them pressing your face into his shirt. He let you cry against him as he stroked your hair. After a minute when you started to quiet down Jeongin spoke.

“You know it’s not you right? Seriously. What could be wrong with you? Huh?” You pulled away from him and fiddled with your hands in your lap.

“I’m…” you hesitated to say it but knew Jeongin was your friend and that you could tell him anything.

“Because I’m… you know…fat.” You said the last word so quietly as you wrung your hands together. Jeongin looked at you speechless for a moment. How long had you been dealing with these feelings and he had no idea? He felt horrible.

“First of all, you have fat, you’re not fat. You’re more than your body type Y/N, so much more. It doesn’t matter if you are skinny or full figured. You are kind, and funny, and you are absolutely stunning Y/N, just the way you are.” It was your turn to be speechless. Most of your friends would deny the words if you said you were fat to them, or just tell you that you were pretty which didn’t really help, as much as they were trying to. Not Jeongin though. He didn’t want to convince you that you weren’t thicker, you are, he wanted you to know that it didn’t matter because it was just a fact about you, like having blonde hair or green eyes. It was not who you were and no matter what you were beautiful. He had the most serious look on his face as he continued.

“You’re so willing to try and see the best in these guys and you don’t see the best parts of yourself and they refuse to, all of them, and then you end up hurt. I hate it. I hate that you get taken for granted by these assholes. Y/N, you deserve someone who wants to worship you because you… are beauty personified.” You blushed but you couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief at his words.

“Innie, you’re sweet but…” Jeongin cut you off before you could say anything else.

“No Y/N no buts you are SO beautiful add to that that you are a genuinely good person. Anyone should count themselves lucky to have you. I know I would.” You looked at Jeongin. His eyes bored into yours. Then you blurted out the next words without even thinking.  

“Did you mean it?” Jeongin looked at you confused. Did he mean what? That you were pretty? That you deserved better? You scooted closer to him on the couch. Your eyes were so big and dreamy, they sparkled from the tears that had been in them moments before. Jeongin couldn’t help but get lost in them.

“Mean what?” He finally managed to make himself speak. Suddenly you climbed onto his lap and straddled him, one of your thick thighs on each side of his legs. You rested your arms on his strong shoulders and sat your plump ass on his thighs, your fingers started fiddling with the hair at his nape. Jeongin froze.

“That you were going to fuck me tonight?” His eyes went wide suddenly. You had heard that?!

“Uh… I-I’m sorry… Noona I-I was just talking, trying to make Matt mad… I’m sorry…” Your face fell and you stopped toying with his hair.

“You didn’t really mean that you wanted to then?” You started to get off Jeongin’s lap, your face flushed with embarrassment as tears started to prick your eyes again. You felt incredibly stupid for saying and doing that, what were you thinking? Of course he didn’t want to fuck you he’s your best friend. He said that to make your ex mad and he was saying all those things to you to be nice. To comfort you like a good friend does. Before you could get off Jeongin’s lap though his strong hands grabbed hold of your full fleshy hips and held you in place on top of him.

“Don’t! Don’t get up.” He pulled you the rest of the way down on his lap again so your full weight rested on his thighs. Jeongin pushed your hair away from your face so he could look you in the eyes again before his hands moved to rest on the curve of your waist continuing to hold you in place.

“If you want that Y/N, then yes, I want that. But…” Jeongin was hesitant say the next words. Your fingers played with the hair at his nape again, coaxing him to go on as you looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue.

“But I don’t just want to fuck you. I… I’m in love with you Y/N. I always have been.” It seemed like your eyes glowed even brighter when he said those words. Your lips turned up into a small smile that Jeongin was relieved to see.

“Innie, all this time… why didn’t you ever say anything?” Jeongin sighed.

“We’re friends and I thought you wouldn’t take me seriously since I’m younger than you.” You shook your head.

“Inn… Jeongin. I’m only 2 years older than you it’s not like it’s a huge age gap.” Jeongin shrugged his shoulders.

“I know but you always date older guys and you call me baby bread like the hyungs do, you always told your boyfriends I was like a little brother to you. So, I thought you would reject me if I said anything and I didn’t want to risk ruining our friendship.” You nodded as Jeongin explained, understanding now why he had never said anything.

“I was compartmentalizing my feelings Innie, so that my partners would feel more confident in our relationships, so that they wouldn’t feel threatened and try to interfere with our friendship. I didn’t take into account how that might affect YOU in our relationship though and I’m sorry.” Jeongin grabbed a hold of your face, his hands were rough but so gentle. He leaned in closer to you, his lips hovering so close to yours. You closed your eyes and held your breath.

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about Y/N.” Jeongin’s lips met yours. Soft lips pressed against soft lips. It was like a supernova went off in your chest the way your heart thumped out of control. The kiss started tender, lips slotted together, soon your tongues were tasting, tracing the inside of each other’s mouths. Before long you were practically ravaging each other, teeth tugging at full lips, both tongues trying to assert dominance. When you shifted on Jeongin’s lap his hard on pressed against you pulling an unexpected moan from you. Jeongin broke the kiss and looked at you. His eyes were such a dark brown.

“FUCK! That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard Y/N.” He growled the words and his lips crashed into yours again. Jeongin feverishly kissed you as his hands gripped the soft love handles on your waist and rocked you against him harder making you moan louder into his mouth this time. You both were completely fueled by lust as you moved against his firm cock over his jeans, the pressure against your clit, even through the fabric separating you, was making your body thrum with excitement. Jeongin leaned back against the couch still guiding your movements. He watched with hooded eyes, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth as you held onto his shoulders and rode him, your big breasts bouncing along with your rhythm.

“God you’re so fucking gorgeous Y/N. Does it feel good?” You were flushed and softly panting as you shook your head up and down.

“Good baby, I’m gonna make you cum now okay pretty girl?” He leaned forward and kissed you again wrapping one of his arms around you to pull you closer to him. Jeongin slid his hand down your plush tummy past the waistband of your pants and panties. When his fingers dipped into your soft wet folds your breathing hitched and you stopped moving.

“No no baby. Don’t stop, keep riding my fingers. Want you to cum for me. Can you do that Y/N?” You shook your head again you were having trouble forming words he was making you feel so good. You started rutting your hips against Jeongin’s hand as his lips and teeth worked over your neck and shoulder, leaving love marks behind, his tongue soothing each one after. Every grind against his fingers sent chills through your whole body and you could feel your climax creeping up on you quickly.

“I-Innie…fuck…I-I… I’m so close…” Blush was creeping up your chest and neck as your labored breaths came in between you trying to form words. Jeongin slid his fingers past your clit and pushed them inside you, curling them so they rubbed against your g spot with every grind of your hips. Your jaw fell slack and your eyes went wide.

“JEONGIN!” A slight smile crept on to his face hearing you scream his name like that just because of his fingers.

“Come on you can do it, cum for me beautiful, make a mess on my hand.” Jeongin started pumping his fingers deeper into you as you continued to slide across his lap chasing your orgasm. When Jeongin pressed his thumb firmly against your clit it pushed you over the edge and you came.

“Oh… oh my god..Jeo..Je..In-Innie… !” Were the only words you were able to remotely form as you fucked yourself on his hand, his fingers still pushing into you, his thumb roughly rubbing against your clit. You hugged Jeongin’s head shoving his face into your supple breasts. He pulled your tank top down and kissed and nipped at the soft skin on the top of your breasts as you shivered and twitched through the remnants of your orgasm.

Jeongin removed his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth, licking the pads of them to taste you before sticking them into your mouth. You sucked on them willingly and your teeth grazed his fingers as he retracted them.

“Fucking gorgeous, god damn. Just gorgeous.” Before you could think, let alone reply to Jeongin’s words, he gripped your thick thighs with his big hands, lifted and flipped you so you were under him on the couch now. You let out a little squeak at the show of strength.

“Jeongin!” You breathed out his name in surprise. He looked down at you a little glint in his eye and a smirk, one that looked mischievous.

“What? Are you surprised I know how to handle my girl?” Another wave of arousal washed over you hearing Jeongin call you, HIS girl. You tugged at your bottom lip with your teeth.

“I’m not baby bread anymore beautiful. I’m going to show you how you should have been treated all along.” Jeongin stood and pulled his shirt off over his head and then quickly started working at his pants and boxers tossing each article of clothing aside before kneeling on the couch and helping you remove the yoga pants and tank top you had been wearing. Once you were completely naked under Jeongin his fox-like eyes narrowed and took in every curve, every soft cushiony piece of your body. Completely enamored by you. He started speaking absent mindedly, his thoughts just forming in his head and coming from his mouth as he took in your form.

“Y/N did you know most artist depictions of Aphrodite show her with hips and dips, a tummy and full breasts.” Jeongin leaned in close and whispered in your ear.

“How do I have the real-life Aphrodite under me right now?” You blushed at his words and looked away but he tilted your chin urging you look at him.

“Look at me.” You did.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on Y/N, every piece of your body should be kissed and loved baby.” Jeongin placed a kiss on your lips, your jaw, your neck. Soft kisses trailed and traced along your body as his hands caressed the curves of your breasts and hips gently touching you where ever his lips and tongue were not. After truly worshiping your body with the soft prayers that were his lips he kissed your mouth again, this time deeper, more passionate. Tracing his tongue across your lips as it dipped between them. Your head was buzzing but you wanted more, needed more. You needed Jeongin.

“Please! Jeongin, please fuck me.” Jeongin leaned over you bending your knees and pushing your legs apart so he had better access to your dripping cunt.

“Anything you want baby. Anything for you.” With those words Jeongin spit in his hand and rubbed it over the head of his thick cock, sliding it through your wet folds before guiding it towards your aching core. When the head of his dick pushed into you you let out a soft gasp.

“Are you okay? I’m not hurting you am I?” Jeongin asked sweetly. You shook your head no.

“No…I’m okay… mmmmm… just BIG. Go slow?” Jeongin gave you a small smile and nodded at you as he slowly sank into your cunt deeper. Your finger nails dug into his shoulder leaving little indents behind as you felt the stretch and sting of Jeongin’s thick cock being pushed deeper and deeper inside of you until he was fully engulfed in your sweet warm wetness. You could hear the low growl come from the bottom of his chest as he tried to compose himself and not just start ramming into you mercilessly. It was hard to control himself but he didn’t want to hurt you so he slowly pulled out to the tip and pushed into you again a little faster than the last time. He kept doing that in and out. Slowly until you started rocking your hips and meeting his gentle thrusts into you.

“I’m gonna go a little harder now baby. Are you ready?” You bit your lip and nodded.

“Yes Innie.” Your voice was so sweet to his ears it shouldn’t have sent more blood rushing to his cock making him throb inside you, but it did, he was so hard. He pulled out and pushed into you the hardest he had yet and you moaned out in pleasure as the head of his dick hit your g spot.

“FUCK! Jeongin… right there… keep doing that.” He heeded your instruction and started moving faster thrusting into you at that same angle and abusing the soft spot with the tip of his cock over and over. You pussy was soaked and the sounds of his skin connecting with your wet cunt every time he pumped himself into you deeper egged Jeongin on to fuck you harder. He gripped you by your squishy hips and his fingers dug in as he fucked you faster and harder.

“God baby you are taking my big cock so well. You’re so pretty. Every inch of you feels so fucking good. I can’t get enough of you baby, gonna have to have you on my cock all the time beautiful.” You moaned out at the praise. He made your body buzz with his words.

“Yes… yes Jeongin. Want you to fuck me when ever you want. How ever you want.” Hearing you say that Jeongin flashed you a mischievous smile again. He pulled his dick out of you and wrapped his arms around you pulling you up flush with his own body. Your big soft breasts squished against his chest as he kissed you.

“Turn over baby. Push out that beautiful ass and let me see your pretty pussy from the back.” His words were like ecstasy and practically made you drip down your legs with excitement. You did exactly as he told you to and bent over presenting your ass and drenched cunt to him arching your back. Jeongin’s hand came down and connected with your supple ass cheek causing a delicious sting.

“Innie!” You jerked and moaned out in surprise looking back at him. His smirk grew as he rubbed the red hand print that was appearing. As he massaged away the pain, he sunk his cock back into your soaked pussy. His hands gripped your hips and gently pulled you back on him as he pushed his aching cock into you deeper. Jeongin ran his hands from your hips over your voluptuous ass and up the small of your back easing you down, your face rested on the couch cushions, arms out in front of you holding onto the arm of the couch. His hands followed back up the trail they had come from stopping to grope your ass and spread you so he could see his cock sliding in and out of you covered in you juices. The sight set something off in him. He gripped your soft hips firmer than he had before and stopped moving.

“Y/N you better hold on to whatever you can.” As soon as the warning passed his lips his hips started pounding into you full force and fast. Each thrust pushing your face into the couch cushions harder as you tried to keep your hold on the arm of the couch.

“Fuck! Oh… God-fuck yes fuck me hard Jeongin Fuck me, yes.” He continued fucking into you hard and fast bringing you closer and closer to your climax. Your walls tightened around his cock, he let out a grunt and squeezed his eyes closed.

“Oh fuck baby… I’m so fucking close. Are you close beautiful? Are you gonna on my cock?” You moaned out in utter ecstasy unable to form words. He knew you were close the sound your sopping pussy made every time he slammed into you made it obvious. Still he wanted to hear it from your mouth.

“Talk to me gorgeous… FUCK… are you gonna cum for me baby?” You panted the next words out.

“Ye-yes I-I-Innie… go-gonna c-c-cuumMMM! Jeong-Je-J In!” You screamed out fragments of his name as he drove his cock deep into you. You twitched and throbbed around him coming so hard you couldn’t see. Jeongin kept fucking you deeper rocking his hips hard against your ass searching for his own high as well as riding you through your orgasm. Making your cunt tighten and squeeze his cock harder.

“Fuck. FUCK! Baby… baby… I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out and begged for it.

“Yes Innie give me your cum. Want it Innie please.” He grunted and slammed deep in to you one more time before pulling out and stroking the head of his cock quickly. He moaned out as his thick, warm, cum painted your full ass in stripes. You could feel it warm pooling on your lower back, dripping down your ass and onto your cunt.

“Fuck baby, so much cum covering you right now. You look so fucking good covered in my big load pretty girl.” Jeongin massaged one of your ass cheeks with his finger tips as he tugged on his cock, smearing the last of his cum across your ass. He pressed the underside of the tip of his cock between your ass cheeks and slid it up and down over your cum overed ass hole. You clenched at the sensation as he smeared his cum up and down, twitching from the overstimulation to the head of his dick. You propped yourself back up on your elbows and reached around with one hand, running your fingers through the pool of warm cum that had landed on your back and sucked them clean. Jeongin’s eyes rolled back and he closed them biting at his lips.

“Fuck baby. How do I taste?” You ran your fingers through his cum again and sucked more off humming in appreciation as your wiggled your cum coated ass against the head of his cock he had pressed against you.

“You taste so good Innie…mmmm.. taste soo good.” Jeongin kneaded your ass cheek for a moment longer with his cock nestled in between them, appreciating the complete mess he’d made of your ass and cunt. His smeared cum coating your ass cheeks like a glaze as you continued to run your fingers through it and clean yourself off sucking and savoring the taste of him on your fingers each time as Jeongin watched you.

“Fuck baby, you look so sexy eating my cum.” He leaned over, kissed and playfully took a bite of one of your ass cheeks and your pulled away laughing still sucking the last of his cum from the tips of your fingers.

“How about I get you cleaned up and we can watch this other movie?” You leaned back down on the couch and nodded as Jeongin got up and ran to get a warm cloth to clean you up with. When he came back, he wiped what you hadn’t scooped off and eaten off your backside and then ran it down your sensitive cunt. You winced at the sensation of the warm rag just a little but it was soothing.

“Did I go to hard? You’re not hurt are you?” Jeongin asked as he finished cleaning you off. You turned over and laid on the couch on your side propping yourself up on one elbow looking at him.

“No Innie, I’m fine. You were great, that was amazing really.” You lazily smiled as you laid there your cheeks, chest and breasts, even the tops of your thick thighs were painted in blush. Jeongin slotted himself between you and the back of the couch and wrapped his arms around you. You grabbed one of the mountain blankets from before, covered up and turned the movie back on as Jeongin held your soft body against his. You tilted your head and looked back at him. The tv screen giving you just enough light to admire his face this closely for the first time. His strong jaw, the five o’clock shadow that was starting to peek, he looked down at you.

“What, do I have something on my face?” You laughed and shook your head no.

“Just you were right. You are NOT baby bread anymore.” His eyes narrowed a bit and he smirked.

“More like daddy toast now.” His eyes narrowed further as he gave you that look he always gave you when you’ve said a stupid joke. He shook his head and laughed pulling you tighter against him. Legs and arms tangled; you watched the movie until you both fell asleep on the couch. Jeongin was your best friend and from that night on your lover.

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three in one || hwang hyunjin

» summary: hyunjin finds it depressing to hear that you’ve never had an orgasm. he’s determined to give you three in one night. at least. 

» pairing: hyunjin x reader

» rating: NC-17 minors please do not interact 

» genre: acquaintances to very well acquainted LMAO, porn with minimal (no) plot, implied he has a crush on you though

» warnings: WELL so… degradation, dom hyunjin, sub reader, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, overstimulation (if you squint), squirting, unprotected sex (it’s fiction ok do better), name calling, very brief crying, hyunjin is big, cowgirl, creampie, spanking, chocking, spitting, slapping (tame tho like once), hyunjin is smug af, sex at a party, hints of aftercare mentioned, i think i got it all now...

» words: 4,742

» a/n: i am revamping tomorrow hyunjin blog only everyone else irrelevant (i’m only joking do not come for me i very much love everyone) but fr i can't even defend myself anymore han i'm so sorry ily. also, i am hitting a milestone soon and have a celebration post up with some ideas in mind for how to celebrate so if you have any particular WIP's of mine you'd like to see first, you can find it here.

The silence in the room drove you further into your best friends arms, hiding out of sheer embarrassment at everyone's surprise. You hadn’t really thought about it, that spilling something you didn’t even deem a secret to be so… well, crazy.

“You’ve never?” Minho speaks up first, his face both disbelieving and feeling a little sorry for you. He’s incredibly outspoken, and you know both from him and others that unlike you, he has a rather successful sex life. 

“How do you know?” Felix interjects. 

“What do you mean how does she know?” Seungmin’s hit the back of his friends head, who in turn hits back as the two begin to argue amongst each other. 

“I mean… it’s not a big deal,” you try, but it’s met with even more outcry from your circle of acquaintances. That’s what makes it so awkward, maybe, that you’d dared share it to classmates that were more only known to you through Jisung, rather than being actual friends to you. 

“You’re in your sexual prime and you’ve never had an orgasm. How is that not a big deal?” Minho continues, and you don’t miss the compliment thrown in there somewhere that he considered you to be in your prime at university. 

“Maybe men just don’t do it for her,” Seungmin interjects, and you don’t miss the way he glances over at Hyunjin, who’d sat rather quietly the whole night. 

You’d ended up at a house party that was still going on all around you, mostly in the living room (where loud music could be heard even from the kitchen), but you were sat in a chair at the dining table, drink in front of you nearly finished, and your best friend and some of his friends around you. 

Hyunjin was the one you knew the least and also found the most difficult to speak to. Maybe it was the crush you’d been developing on him, or maybe it was the fact that he was just very, very hard to get a word out of when he wasn’t in a particularly talkative mood. 

“Wouldn’t blame her. We aren’t that great,” Minho looks entirely offended by Jisung’s offhanded comment next to you, as if he couldn’t believe the audacity of someone to even suggest it. Though it was all in good fun, and seconds later he’s breaking out into laughter. 

You’re thankful that the conversation bleeds into another hot topic and that the boys all seem to move on from your confession, even if part of you thinks they’ll be ready to bring it up again in no time. Deciding to slip away before that happens, you excuse yourself and offer to replace everyone's drinks while you grab water. 

“I’ll come with,” Hyunjin’s chair scrapes loudly, only muffled slightly by loud cheering out in the living room that makes all of you turn while he stands up, “could use the refill.”

You nod, realising very quickly that you’ve never actually been alone with Hyunjin. You shared art classes together, but he always sat on the other side of the room near one of the windows, and the few attempts you’d tried to make at conversation, always ended in you saying nothing before sitting back down defeated.

The annoyance on Hyunjin’s face is near commical when people push and stumble into you both, though it surprises you to feel him reach for your wrist and pull you further behind him to shield you. Maybe you’re overthinking it, but he seems more frustrated at people crashing into you than into him. 

“Fucking hell,” you both land by the bar that’s situated ontop of a rather unstable table, an assortment of half empty drinks and buckets of ice that hold wine.

“I just want water,” you interject when he’s about to refill your wine, and while his face seems a bit confused (something which you think is really, really annoyingly cute), he doesn’t argue with you or try to convince you to keep drinking.

“Water it is,” to no ones surpise, the water bottles are the most full, Hyunjin pouring it into your cup before handing it back to you. 

“Thank you,” he nods, making his own drink while you watch in silence. It feels a little awkward, but it may just be the fact that you’re staring at him whilst he’s ignoring you completely. 

“How many people have you slept with?”

You nearly spit out your drink, coughing while Hyunjin immediately reacts and hits your back lightly, waiting for you to steady yourself. He’s smiling, hiding his laughter, and you begin to feel so stupid for ever struggling to say a word to him. Whilst he’s rather introverted, from what you could tell, he seemed nothing but sweet. 

“Are you going to judge me?”

“No, I’m not asking so I can judge you for it,” he leans back against the table, something he maybe shouldn’t do given that it trembles slightly, his hands holding the edges.

“Six,” you clear your throat, crossing your arms in a defensive stance. He’s eyelevel with you, though his shoulder blonde hair is hiding his brown eyes, covering part of his face before he runs his hand through it. 

“Isn’t that a little sad?”

Immediately you recoil, feeling not only embarassment but shame as you look away. You can see him move out of the corner of your eye, but you refuse to look until he’s hooked his fingers under your chin and forced your head up, “you’ve been with six people and not even one could make you come?”

Again, you deflate in shame though this time a little differently, understanding that he hadn’t insulted you the way it had initially sounded to you.

“I mean… I… maybe I just can’t-”

“Bullshit, don’t even try to give me that excuse,” his fingers are still holding your chin up, and you watch him bite down on his lower lip before placing his drink down on the table. He’s thinking, what of you’re not sure, but you can practically see thoughts twist in his head before he leans down and kisses you. 

You don’t expect it, but it’s such a welcome surprise that you immediately melt against him. He’s electrifying you, pulling you in as he grips your waist and you fall further into him. It ends all too quickly, an embarassing sound close to a whine leaving your lips when he pulls away. 

“I’ll show you if you want…” he’s teasing you, nibbling gently on your left ear before leaving a wet kiss on your neck, “I’ll make it three.”

Hyunjin walks away before you have time to react, his drink in hand as he holds it up as if to say cheers, and you’re standing there wondering if you’re hallucinating or having a very imaginative dream. You’re wrong in thinking he’s going back to the kitchen though, for you see him turn the other way towards the staircase, looking back at you one last time with a knowing smirk. 

He’s inviting you. 

And you can’t seem to say no. 

You send Jisung a message that you’re with Hyunjin getting some air, choosing not to elaborate but saying just enough so that hopefully, he doesn’t worry too much about your lack of return and also doesn’t go looking for you (though with him, you could never be sure). 

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you head upstairs, being met with a rather spacious hallway and an assortment of photos on the walls and pots of flowers and plants along the doors. You have no clue where he is and don’t really want to check in every last corner, but turns out you don’t have to, for one door opens and arms snake around your waist and pull you inside before you can say a single word in protest. 

“Couldn’t resist, hmm?” the familiar voice makes you calm down, realising it’s Hyunjin that took you hostage and not a stranger, cornering you at the door that’s now kicked shut and locked. His eyes are darker, more driven with lust and you wonder if you look much the same. 

“Hyunjin-” he kisses you again, effectively shutting you up as you moan against him, feeling one of his hands slide to the back of your thigh, lifting your leg to push himself closer between you. It makes you arch into him, though he forcefully presses a hand to your chest to push you back into the door. 

“F-fuck me. You’ll ruin me,” he bites your neck, enough to sting but there’s a sense of pleasure that comes with it that makes the sensation rather addicting. You want him to do it again, “you think I never noticed you in class? Always looking at me but never saying anything? I was just waiting for you to speak to me.”

“Y-you noticed-”

“Hard not to notice you,” his eyes run along your body, hovering over the zipper that runs through the entirety of your dress at the front. Whilst it looks more like a decorative pieace, it also happens to be the way in and out of your tight dress that now, you realise, may also have been daringly short, “and then you show up in this.”

It’s the way he says it, so raw and rough as his hands run over the fabric, that makes you whimper again. You weren’t sexually inexperienced at all, but the way he was treating you made everything feel new again. 

You get barely a second to react to him lifting you up, your legs going around his waist while the skirt of your dress rises enough for him to see your panties that match the red of your outfit, as if you’d really thought this out, “Jesus.”

He’s captivated by you, using one hand to hold you up and using the other to push the fabric further up, until your underwear is so clear to him that he sees the way the barely there lace fabric clings to your folds. You tremble at his display of strength when he holds you up, reaching for his shoulders to pull him against you. 

His mouth is back on yours as he moves, eventually throwing you onto the bed with far more force than he needed to whilst he kicks his shoes off. You’re about to do the same with your heels, though his hands circle your ankles before he kisses the skin there, “leave them.”

It’s a demand you don’t say no to, watching him while he bruises and licks your inner thigh, leaving trails of kisses while your breathing becomes heavier and the room becomes hotter, “Hyunjin.”

He responds to his name easily, your dress up over your hips as his tongue glides over your clothed folds, and you’re already gripping the bedsheets roughly. He’s teasing you slowly, so painfully that you’re a whimpering mess underneath him and can barely comprehend when he’s pushed the fabric to one side, his tongue circling around your throbbing clit. 

“Fuck, H-Hyunjin,” he groans, making your entire body respond as his mouth does wonders on your cunt, twisting his tongue into patterns before dipping it inside your entrance. 

“You have no idea how good you taste,” and you’re inclined to believe it, if only for the way you see his eyes hungrily gaze into yours while he’s teasing the bundle of nerves gently between his teeth. Your legs push against him, forcing his head back down with your hand that grips his hair, but he doesn’t seem to mind as you practically suffocate him. 

It actually urges him on, if anything, to repeat what he’s doing and adjust his pace, and you clench around nothing as a familiar coil twists in your stomach that never quite goes over the edge of letting go. 

“Please,” you beg, and it sounds like music to his ears. His hands grip your hips, pushing you down hard enough to bruise, and the strength he displays, seeing the way his muscle strain under his shirt and him between your legs makes you lose it. 

Your entire body lets go, thighs likely crushing him between you as your body lifts off the bed, but he doesn’t let go or stop, moving with you as his hands go to you ass, kneading the skin as you grind against his lips, your orgasm tearing through you as you scream his name. 

“Hyunjin… god, Hyun- fuck,” you’re shaking, near tears because his tongue won’t stop lapping over your clit, and you’re half off the bed tempting him to absolutely ravish you. 

“P-please,” you’re trying to tell him it’s too much, but you’re just as desparate for him to never stop. Though he lets go with an obsence sound as you fall back down, seeing his face glisten from the little light from the moon outside. 

“I’m not done with you,” you nearly tell him you don’t want him to be, but the words get caught in your throat when he starts to undress. You’d known he was muscular, if you hadn’t already before you defintiely knew it when he’d been holding you against the wall or pushed you into the bed, but seeing it was different.

His muscles were perfectly defined, creating beautiful shadows and light with the source outside, and you don’t realise how much you’re staring until he’s laughing at you, “that surprised?”

“N-no,” but it sounds rather pathetic and you can’t even try to make yourself sound more stable, for he’s taking his jeans off next, left in only his briefs that seem to strain a lot aganst his hard cock. It looks so tempting, though when you go to take his last pieace of clothing off, he grabs your wrists and pins them over your head with one hand, laying beside you.

“Don’t,” it’s another demand and you listen, legs squeezing together when he kisses you again. He’s so calculated with everything, pulling away to lean his forehead against yours, watching the way your face twists and changes in pleasure and arousal as he begins to unzip your dress. 

Your tits practically spill out once the fabric allows them to, and Hyunjin can’t contain his surprise to find the metalic jewelry in both of them. It’s the first time since coming into this room that you feel like for a brief second, you have the upper hand, “like them?” you twist your body slightly, enough for them to push together whilst he’s still bound your hands together. 

“You’re gonna kill me,” the zipper is completely undone, your dress now open at the front as he takes one of your nipples into your mouth. It’s foreign to him, to feel a metalic object in his mouth, but he doesn’t mind when he hears the way you start panting again. 

He swears you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in his life, and he lets two of his fingers slip between your slick folds again with next to no warning, smirking when you cry his name out, “are you going to be good and come for me again?”

“Y-yes,” he grins, eyes falling onto yours to watch you, see the way your face changes as one of his fingers pushes inside you. The cold metal of his ring makes you clench, and he hisses at the feeling. 

“How the hell are you going to fit my cock if you’re this tight?” he pushes the imposing digit in and out of you, agonising in his movements before he adds another. Hyunjin feels the way you relax more and more, your chest moving up and down with heavy breaths as your eyes begin to close. 

He decides he doesn’t like that, sitting up in a way that allows his free hand to go around your throat, squeezing lightly. The shock makes you open your eyes, and immediately, he stops the small constriction in airflow, “good girl.”

You whimper, a crying sound that turns into a louder moan when a third finger slips inside you, “did you like that?” 

There’s a blush on your cheeks when you nod, and Hyunjin makes a mental note to remember it, “so you like it rougher?”

In a way, it doesn’t surprise him, but it makes him grin as his fingers push deeper, enough for you to arch up, though you’re flat on the matress again when his hand is back on your throat, “is this okay?”

He’s asking out of concern, even if you aren’t offering up much resistance, but he stops the grip he has on you when you don’t say anything first, “yes. Please d-don’t stop.”

“Hmm, you really act like a whore,” he’s grinning, feeling you clench around his fingers at the insult and more and more, his thought that you love to be degraded very much seems to ring true. 

He doesn’t warn you when his thumb finds your clit, nor do you expect it. You’d been so distracted by his fingers inside you and his insults and the hand occasionally on your throat that it was the very last thing you expected, realising how close to the edge you actually were when he teases you there. 

“Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop. Hyunjin p-please,” and how could he say no if you begged so nicely? He leans down, kissing the shell of your ear before he whispers. 

“On one condition,” you’re ready to give anything, feeling tears sting at the corners of your eyes from the frustration you feel, “you ride my cock like the slut you are.”

It pushes you over the edge, your eyes squeezing shut as your body pushes off the bed again, though he’s quick to push you down and hold you there with his free arm, fingers still deep inside you as your walls clench around him. His thumb is still teasing your clit, briefly stopping the motion to spit on the throbbing bundle of nerves before letting his saliva mix with your orgasm. 

Your come is along his forearm and even on his thighs with the way he’d been sat, but he’s relentless on not stopping, enough to send an afterwave of another shattering orgasm that has you squirting onto him again, and you’re crying and screaming his name over and over from pleasure that’s too much. 

He wonders if the whole house hears it, but honestly, he’s not that sure he cares, nor does he care how you’re spilling onto someone’s bedsheets. 

“H-Hyunjin,” your tired arms dig into his biceps, tearing the skin red, making him hiss, fingers slipping out of you before he slaps your pussy, your body arching off the bed when he does, “f-fuck.”

“Open,” you’re barely able to comprehend anything, but your jaw goes slack as you let two of his fingers push in, immediately sucking on his digits and tasting yourself on your tongue, “you made such a mess, princess.”

You groan, still shaking from your orgasm though seeing the way his thighs and arms are glistening in your juices. He looks nearly just as spent, breathing heavily, his hair clinging to his skin by his neck and forehead, but you don’t think you look any better. 

“Let’s take this off,” he helps you out of your dress fully, your underwear following quickly before he strips naked before you. Your jaw practically drops again, seeing his cock spring free and slap his stomach. You feel yourself get more aroused, and it doesn’t surprise you to feel some of your arousal stick to your thighs. 

“You look ruined,” he’s grinning, hand cupping your cheek as he admires the streaks of mascara and mess of light pink lipstick on your face. You still look beautiful.

You push your body up to sit on the edge of the bed where he stands, eye-level with his waist as your hands go to his hips. He seems to know what you’re doing, but he thinks he prefers you in a different position, “knees.”

It’s like you’re possessed, for you’re on your knees in an instant, your heels against your ass while the wooden floor digs into your skin, “open your mouth.”

You do as you’re told, looking up at him just as he spits into your mouth again. When you’re about to swallow it, he tsks, stopping you, “stick your tongue out.”

When you do, he’s grinning, seeing how eager you are to please him makes his cock twitch as he lays the tip onto your tongue. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone respond so eagerly, but you wrap your mouth around him immediately, eyes looking up at him wide and innocently. 

He doesn’t know how much longer he can go without fucking you. 

“Good girl,” you love the praise, even as your jaw aches slightly from his girth. His cock is long and thick, your mouth far too small, though you manage to push yourself about halfway before you’re chocking. 

Hyunjin’s hand goes to your hair, tugging it harshly to make you look up, and it’s that innocent look again, sucking on his cock like you’re starved, that makes him lose all reserve, yanking you back so his cock springs free again. You don’t get much of a warning when he leans down, hands going to your waist as he lifts you up rather roughly, making you yelp as your arms go around him. 

His cock is pressed against your folds, making you both moan as the tip grazes your entrance. You’re coating him in your slick, and he doesn’t waste a second to fall back on the bed first with you on top of him. Your small fingers find his cock whilst you lift yourself up, letting his tip push just past your aching hole as you let out a mewl. He’s barely a centimeter inside you and already, you feel painfully tight, “go slow… it’s okay.”

You nod, feeling him steady you by your hips to hold you up if needed, and even though it pains him considerably, he’s letting you choose the pace as he mostly stays unmoving. His cock feels like it’s splitting you open, clenching around him and making him hiss when you do, but you will yourself to relax and slowly inch yourself up and down on the bit of his cock that you’ve managed to fit inside you. 

“Hmm look at you… you’re being so good,” the praise makes you eager and willing, and he feels the way you respond to his words, slowly going an inch further. 

You don’t notice his cock fully inside you until you realise you’re fully straddling his lap, his head rolling back just seeing the way he’d disappeared in you. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, having you above him, naked and wanting. 

It’s absolutely agony for him to see you slowly bounce up and down, getting used to his length and moaning every time he bottoms out, your tits moving more and more the faster you go, and he reaches to pinch your nipples, teasing the pierced flesh as you whimper before slapping the skin.

“F-fuck,” he wants to move, be rougher, but he doesn’t unless you tell him he can, until you tell him you want more, “m-more.”

It’s like music to his ears, and he immediately begins to meet your thrusts, using the strength in his body to be rougher, his hands finding your ass and giving it a daring slap to see how you react. Your hands fall to his chest, steadying yourself while you bounce on his cock, and he slaps your ass one more time, harder, feeling the way your walls clench tightly around him when he does. 

“You like that?” you nod, a tired yes leaving your lips, and Hyunjin decides that maybe, he’ll let you rest a bit. Though his idea of rest is rather different from most, “sweetheart, let me.”

Feeling his cock leave you nearly makes you cry, but he’s turning you around so your back is to him, slipping himself back inside your pussy without thinking about it much, as if it's molded for him. You’re not sure what he’s planning as he sits up slightly, letting your back fall to his chest, pushing your legs up against your stomach so you’re folded against him, allowing him more control of how deep he goes inside you whilst his hands hold your ankles by your heels. 

You realise quickly that Hyunjin had changed the position because it would allow him to thrust into you faster, and he’s immediately relentless with his pace, making you cry out his name as every angled movement of his cock hits inside you beautifully. 

Your tits bounce deliciously, his mouth sucking hickeys onto your shoulder to hide his groans, one arm moving to hold you under your knees while the other finds your throat again, “you’re gonna come on my cock.”

It’s not a request but rather you being told, and you meekly nod as your fingers go over those around your neck, daring him to squeeze tighter. He does, fucking into you harder, hard enough that you wonder if his hips will bruise you, but your senses are overwhelmed and you can’t help it when your free hand goes to your clit, teasing the nerve just like Hyunjin had done earlier. 

It makes him lose it, seeing you pleasure yourself with his cock deep inside you and his hand around your neck, and he’s almost relieved when your body stops moving before it crashes into your third (or fourth?) orgasm of the night, screaming his name so loudly that he knows it was heard downstairs just as his cum spills inside you, coating your walls as you clench and twist in his arms, your sweat covered back sticking to his chest. 

Hyunjin slows, but he’s still thrusting into you, more languid as he pushes his cum inside you, and you let out a strained moan when you see him slip out of you, the mess of both your orgasms on his cock and spilling out of you whilst you try to regain your breathing. 

It’s peaceful first, as you lay next to Hyunjin trying to kick your heels off, though you eventually give up and he does it for you with a little laugh, though he's interrupted with a knock on the door. 

“Hyunjin, what the fuck did you do?” it’s not angry, but you recognise the teasing voice of your best friend and you immediately want to disappear. You’re convinced you can never leave this room again, or if you do, it’ll have to be through the window. 

“I was only trying to help,” you look next to you, about to hit Hyunjin for the way he’s teasing yet the way he lays there, so ethereal and practically glowing from the aftermath still panting, you can’t bring yourself to. 

“Ah, well I take it it was succesful?” there’s laughter, all good natured but it makes you hide in Hyunjin’s chest anyway, and the blonds heart practically melts seeing you push into him. 

“It would be very rude of me not to have been!” 

He kisses your forehead, the laughter fading away and whilst you know they’re only well intending, you know you’ll never live any of it down. If not from Jisung, then definitely from Minho, from what you could gather.

Or Seungmin.

“Are you okay?”

You look up at Hyunjin, seeing the very real concern in his eyes and it takes your breath away. Your silence, however, worries him, and his face immediately turns into a frown, “did I hurt you?”

“No! No, I’m just… tired.” 

He nods, understanding because he feels much the same, but he doesn’t really want to keep you in this mess. 

“Can you get up for me?”

You sit up slowly, his fingers running along your arm in patterns as he urges you on, smiling, “let’s clean you a bit. I’ll drive you to mine and you can shower? I’ll order us some food. How does that sound?”

Honestly, you could really use the meal. That, and food always tasted better when it was free. 

“I like pizza,” Hyunjin laughs, nodding as he does his best to clean up the mess on your body with the ruined sheet that he’ll have to throw on the floor for the laundry (or even burn). 

“Pizza it is.”

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the bed dips, and you feel your eyes slowly open. that’s when you know that chris is home.

he whispers your name softly, with a warm sense of waiting as though he expects a reply. you know he doesn’t, that by this time you’re normally fast asleep with no chance of waking up, but you take the time you have on the one night you are awake. “hello.” you call out, so quiet and dazed that if he didn’t catch it, you wouldn’t be surprised. however, he does, and you can practically hear the speed his head turns at.

your eyes are barely open, and you’re struggling to see a thing, but you can judge that he was mid-way through getting changed when you called out for him. silk-like and smooth, you know you’re right when he crouches down beside your body, hand shooting up to stroke the hair out of your face.

he treats you as though you’re a kitten: soothing, calm touches and strokes that make you curl into the comfort of his hands, desperate for the lazy scratch of his fingernails against your skin. like a magnet, your hand reaches for his body, meeting the cool surface of his bare chest. underneath your fingertips, you can almost feel the goosebumps rise, but you don’t stop tracing your hand across his body.

you bring it up to outline his collar bone, wrapping it around the side of his neck before meeting his nape and tenderly running your fingers through his hair. he must’ve showered at work, because you can feel the slight remaining dampness and the soft curls that’ve started to form. you love it—adore them, even—and he is well aware.

“are you getting in?” you ask, and if he can’t tell from the tone of your voice, you’re desperate for an answer of yes.

instead of answering in words, he walks to the other side of the bed and crawls into the cover, bringing a cool chill to meet your skin. the new presence under the quilt is familiar, and the comfort of his body being so close once again feels strangely euphoric. you’ve missed this. you’ve missed him.

rolling over, you face your body towards his, so you’re both on your sides. it’s strange; the lights are out and only the peak of moonlight from behind the curtains provides a brightness to the room, but you can still make out his every feature. his nose, his eyes, his lips. perhaps you’ve stared at him for too long, admired every inch of skin he has so well that your mind recognised it even in the dark. but knowing that, knowing him, brings the most shameless smile to your face. you’re lucky, you think, to have a love like you do—utterly sweet and saccharine like a maraschino cherry on top of a warm chocolate brownie. a love that feels like him.

the cool touch of his fingertips dips under your shirt, meeting your bare waist. gently, he draws them up and down, using one hand to create patterns on your skin and the other to bring you closer, pull you towards him. you wonder for a second whether he loves you like you love him, so unconditionally and selfishly and pure. but you don’t have to guess, or debate or worry, because with the word of his touch and the utter fondness in his eyes, he is telling you he loves you a million times over.

goodnight, you mouth, not daring to break the calm silence that has settled between the two of you. without trying, your eyes are closing, but you still manage to make out the way he whispers back the words to you, a hidden grin kept subtle on his lips. he reaches forward, pressing the softest kiss onto your forehead, and settles with you like that. one hand securely on your waist, as though he could lose you if it wasn’t there, and the other drawing none sense on your skin as he lulls you to sleep.

it’s silly, you think. he could be on the other side of the world, having not touched you for months—years, even—and he’d still never lose you. after all, you can’t be lost if your heart is forever in the palm of his hands.

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♡ Chan's Social Butterfly Class ♡

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Characters: Chan x Y/N

Warnings: Smut, filthy dirty talk (lots of 'em. love it), unprotected sex, wall sex, slight cockwarming, petnames (baby, babygirl, cutie), a bit of silly jealousy, praises, softdom and slight harddom chan, shy y/n, slight strength kink, big dick chan, slight tit play

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Chan has always known that you're shy. The first time he ever met you, you literally didn't even speak a word to him other than a soft little "Hello". But Chan never judged you for it, he never took it personally and that's really one of the very reasons he got to wiggle his way to your heart - he never forced you to talk. 

It's also one of the main reasons why you decided to talk to him about your worries. Being a celebrity, talking to people is one of Chan's jobs and frankly, he actually enjoys it. What better way to learn than from the master himself, right?

But what you didn't anticipate is how he is going to teach you. 

And apparently, Chan thinks you're the best student when you're under him, all needy, naked and aroused for him.

"Baby, you're doing so well. Just five more questions and you'll get what you want, okay?" Chan coos, clearly enjoying this little quiz he came up with while he has his thumb slowly circling your clit - a reward for answering his previous question right. 

He's given you a convincing set of tips and tricks on socializing - even made cute little flashcards for you - but it's been a little hard concentrating because on one hand, you love the rewards but on the other, your brain is accustomed to getting whatever you want just by looking at your boyfriend.

Chan spoils you. A lot. In and out of bed. And the most amazing thing is, you never really voice it out. Chan's just really good at reading you and as Changbin puts it 'whipped for the quiet angel who has Chan hyung by the balls'. 

So when you're here, having to 'work' for what you want from Chan, your brain malfunctions. But in the best way possible. Because it means that your mind is occupied with trying to answer his questions correctly to get the rewards, and you don't feel as stressed out about the whole orientation. 

"Now, what questions do you ask someone for small talk, baby?"

Has Chan always used his soft voice with you? You never noticed until now. So soft, his voice is so comforting and soft. 

Chan chuckles at how out of it you are right now. You're his baby, his everything. He'll give you anything you want. Anything. But sometimes, it's just so fun watching you not knowing how to function. You're always the prim and proper princess, and he loves you so much for it, but watching you going all shy, whiny and struggling to answer his questions makes him feel good on a whole new level. 

"We've learned this, haven't we? You know the answer, baby. Tell me, hmm?" he prompts again, hand slowly coming up to slap the side of your boobs, kind of like your personal wake up call. 

"Can't just be staring at the ceiling, cutie. Gotta answer me. You want your reward, don't you?"

You nod at him, wanting to let him know that you're still there, alive and definitely trying your best.

Chan's definitely amused. He's seen you going cockdumb before but he never denied you of his dick, so this, this is something new that he absolutely enjoys seeing. 

Being able to witness you fall apart because he's doing the bare minimum is turning him on beyond belief. He's so fucking hard for you right now. Usually, just a shy needy glance from you, he'd already be scrambling to fuck you like you deserve. The boys aren't wrong when they say he's whipped for you. 

It's equally distracting to him too - the way your wet slit is just begging to be impaled, the way your tits are moving with the rhythm of your heavy breathing and the way your lips are quivering because of the little touches he's emitting onto your cute clit. 

You're so fucking gorgeous and all for him. 

Alas, he can't forget the main reason you both are doing this. You need help to socialize,so he's going to be the best boyfriend there is and help you. 

"Gonna make it easier for you, baby. Give me three. Just need three, cutie." 

Your eyebrows furrow, trying hard to concentrate on the task. You have to be good. You want to be good. Want Chan to be proud of you. 

"Mm- name. Major.. house. Where they- house- home. Live," you try, earning a low chuckle from the man. 

Chan is now on top of you, thumb no longer playing with your clit but his strong legs are splitting your legs apart, making sure they're wide open, your wet slit being greeted by the cold air, making you shiver.

"Looks like I've been spoiling my girl so much, she's even giving me the wrong answer, hmm?" Chan tuts, pretending to scold you a little. You whimper, not understanding what part of your answer is wrong. 

"Where's their house, baby? So if someone comes to you and asks where you live, are you going to tell them? Hmm? Tell them that you live with your boyfriend? Tell them the number of our apartment so they can watch you get fucked everyday like a good little girl on the kitchen table? Invite them here everyday so they can see you drool over my cock like you are now?"

At this point Chan's just enjoying your struggle, enjoying the power he holds over you. The way you're whimpering and whining his name makes him feel so good, feeding his ego and making him bask in the wonderful feeling of teasing you so much that you're stuck in your shy girl mode, not knowing how to respond when he gets all dirty with you.

Chan is generous with his praises. But it also means that when he's in the mood to talk dirty, he's going to really show you what dirty is. 

He catches your shy gaze, your grabby hands playing with his fingers, thinking that it'd save you from the one punishment you know Chan will give you - the one punishment Chan knows you hate the most when you're this needy.

Cockwarming. 

"Get up for me, baby. You know what to do."

You're about to cry. You're now struggling to sink onto your boyfriend's cock. You're helpless when Chan isn't guiding his dick in you like he usually would. Putting his cock into you by yourself is something you rarely do because Chan would usually ram inside you, just how you like it, just how he knows you need it.

"You don't ask people where their house is, baby. You can ask them where they're from, that's okay. Yeah? Got it, cutie?" he tells you, eyes intently watching how you're struggling to put his dick in, even when he's holding it up for you.

A pillow princess like you just looks so cute trying to do things by yourself. 

"Asked you a question, baby," he taps on your ass, awaiting.

"Mm, no home, no home," you tell him quickly, voice squeaky as you finally sink all the way down, moaning his name. Chan lets out a pretty moan, making you rub your face onto the side of his neck, clinging onto him like you're afraid he's going to go away.

Chan can't help it. A praise slips his tongue, telling you how much of a good girl you are, how good you feel around him. To make up for the sudden softness, he pinches your right nipple, alerting your brain that he's not exactly happy with your progress now, no matter how good your pussy feels clenching around his cock.

You stay like that, unmoving for a while, brain accustomed to Chan being the one controlling the pace and movements. But when he's not even moving an inch and instead is now emitting little gasps from you because of his soft spankings, you whine his name.

"Channie," you call out for him, hands unconsciously bringing his from your ass to your waist, to the position he would always put his hands at whenever he's fucking you from below.

"What do you think you're doing, pretty baby? Think I'm gonna fuck you now? After you got the wrong answer?" Chan raises his eyebrows at you, amused at how you're so desperate for him when the class isn't even half done.

"You already know you're gonna cockwarm me, baby. You hate it, don't you? Hate having to stay still on top of me with my cock inside you?" 

You nod, sweat forming on your forehead as you try to stay still. 

"Hate it," you tell him, voice weak. 

"Hate it, yeah? My girl hates not having me fuck her, hmm? Fuck," he growls when he feels your walls clench when you take a deep breath. 

"Spoiled baby," Chan chuckles, biting your cheeks jokingly. "Okay, I'll make it easier. I'll ask you one question. One question and I'll fuck you if you get it right, kay?" he promises, earning a happy hum from you. 

"When someone asks you if you're in a relationship, what do you say, baby?" 

Chan's question puzzles you. It's not in the flashcard he prepared for you… how are you supposed to answer this? 

So, you go with the logical answer. "No telling," you say, knowing that you can't reveal your relationship to anyone. 

You thought he'd be satisfied with your answer. But his tone says otherwise. "No?" 

Chan's voice is low, his hand travels up to your hair, giving it a little tug, so you'd look at him. "Hold on tight," is all he says before he's standing, your legs wrapped around his waist as he walks to the nearest wall and slams you on it, one hand at the back of your head to make sure you're not hurt. 

"No? You sure bout that, baby? You don't need to tell who your boyfriend is. Or are you gonna let them flirt with you? Hit on you and think that you're available?" he asks in a voice that he only uses when his patience is tested.

You whimper, shaking your head 'no'. 

Chan decides to ignore that, wanting to drag this out a little. 

"One glance at your pretty face and sinful body, they're all gonna be all over you, baby. And your cute shy attitude? Fuck, they're gonna wanna have you, you know?" Chan growls into your ear, making you shiver.

Not even a second later, Chan starts fucking you. 

Hard. 

He's pushing his hips up, hands locking your body on the wall, his cock drilling into you from below and all you can do is take it. The sound of your soaking pussy and his slippery cock rubbing against one another fills the whole living room and it makes you shy away from his intense gaze.

"Fuck, you're such a shy little thing, hmm? Can't even look at your- ah fuck baby so tight-"

"Your boyfriend's fucking you. How can you say you don't have one when your pussy is molded for my cock, you cute lil thing?"

"Fuck, babygirl. My pretty girl. Shy baby. Can't even look at your boyfriend while he fucks you, huh? This is all you wanted, isn't it? Needed me to fuck you from the beginning of the class?" 

"I have to spoil you everyday so you remember to tell every fucking person there you have the best fucking boyfriend- just like that, baby, take it. You're pussy is doing so well, so well, fuck you're so slippery baby, so tight and slippery for me."

All you do is moan. Your back arches, legs about to give up from hanging around Chan's waist. He's fucking you so hard, so fast, your tits are bouncing with every thrust. Your hair's a mess, sticking to your face and shoulders from the sweat trickling. 

"Chan, Chris, oh my god," you nearly scream when he starts rubbing your clit while he sucks on your nipple. The position definitely uses up a lot of his energy and it's so hot seeing your boyfriend not even stopping to take a breath.

"S'strong," you mewl at him. "S'big Chris," you praise him, not being able to say anything else. "My boyfriend."

That earns you one messy kiss, the man in question clearly satisfied with what you said.

"Please," you squeak when Chan lets go of your now bruised lips. Chan groans, not being able to contain his weakness that is your cuteness.

"Gonna cum, aren't you? Can feel it baby. So tight for me. For your boyfriend. Fucking hell, you're squeezing me."

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

"Can't handle my cock, can you? Big for you. I'm always so hard and leaking for my girlfriend- ah yeah, that's it baby."

Snap. Snap. Snap.

"Your boyfriend's fucking you so good you can't even talk, yeah? Hmm? Always need my cock, don't you? Such a shy little girl but always so ready for cock- my fucking cock. My good girl, my good fucking girl. Cum."

And you do. You moan his name so loud as your walls spasm around his cock that it makes Chan himself shoot his load into you. 

"Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou Chris," you whisper to him, always expressing your gratitude to him. He's giving you his cum, lots of it. The least you can do is thank him for giving you the one thing you didn't think you'd get today.

Your legs turn to jelly, releasing themselves from Chan's waist unexpectedly. You would've fallen butt flat on the floor if Chan's not fast enough to grip his arm around your waist. 

"Clumsy baby. Tired already?" he chuckles, giving you little pecks on your cheeks. 

You hum in agreement, burying your face in his chest as he holds you up. 

"But we're not done with the class yet though," he tuts and you whine quietly. "Seems like all you learn just now is that I'm your boyfriend, baby." Chan laughs, picking you up bridal style, bringing you to your shared bedroom. You know very well your mixed cum is all over the floor now - something Chan loves doing so he could take photos of. 

"Five more questions, baby. Gonna use my cloned cock that you hate so much. Not as warm as my dick, yeah?" he says softly, giggling like he hasn't just said the filthiest thing. "Gonna use the whole week to train you to be a social butterfly, baby. Get ready for more of my cum. My little baby butterfly needs it to grow, doesn't she?"

You're definitely gonna tell everyone that you're a spoiled girlfriend owned by a very charming, social butterfly of a boyfriend who teaches so well with his cock.