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cupid4hae · 9 days ago

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actually the best thing ive ever read. the details, the way they make you feel for wonbin. a 10/10 fic. i desperately need some form of a continuation.

vice — l.dh

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ex boyfriend donghyuck, toxic relationship, manipulation, slight smut towards the end, tension, bad boy hyuck, fboy!hyuck, fem!reader

synopsis: entangled in the slow, suffocating pull of desire, you find yourself crawling back to donghyuck—a man who drags you to the edge just to watch you beg for solid ground. he’s relentless, dripping in sin and satisfaction, the flick of a lighter against gasoline you swore you’d stop playing with. wonbin is the calm that tries to piece you together, but donghyuck is the ruin you ache to return to—the hand gripping your throat, the smirk that cuts deeper than the words he doesn’t need to say. some fires aren’t meant to die out. and donghyuck? he’s the one you never learned to extinguish.

WARNINGS: hyuck being your shitty ex boyfriend, manipulation, toxic relationship, wonbin being too good for both of them, a little bit of smut towards the end, implied infidelity, extremely questionable morals

a/n: writing fics for shitty ex boyfriend hyuck is becoming one of my favourite past times :) if you pull up to my funeral and i'm not creating yet another toxic ex boyfriend hyuck fic, just know i'm really dead. i'm also just ignoring the way my drafts are piling up so enjoy a little bit of brainrot.

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the night was a velvet shroud, cold and oppressive, the kind of darkness that pressed against your skin and settled deep in your bones. the faint hum of streetlights buzzed in the distance, their dim glow doing little to dispel the shadows.

in this suffocating darkness donghyuck stood before you, leaning against the brick wall with all the casual arrogance of someone who knew exactly the effect he had on you. he leaned against the wall like he belonged there—like the bricks beneath his shoulder bent to his will. the angles of his body were deliberate, the kind of practiced ease that came with knowing exactly how to pull attention without asking for it.

the faint scent of smoke clung to him like a second skin, mingling with the sharp winter air, a cruel reminder of the nights you’d spent tangled in his orbit. it drifted from between his fingers, curling lazily into the cold air, and despite yourself, your eyes followed it, as if drawn by muscle memory. you used to breathe him in like it was the only oxygen you needed—and part of you hates how the memory still quickens your pulse.

that scent was something you thought you’d buried—tucked away behind locked doors and half-hearted promises—but it clung to him now, threading through the distance like an echo of the nights you tried too hard to forget.

he exhaled slowly, his breath curling into the frigid air, his lips parted just enough to reveal the faintest hint of a smirk. his eyes, dark and unrelenting, locked onto yours and refused to let go, pinning you in place as if he held you by invisible threads, breath shallow and uneven. there was something infuriating in the way he watched you, like he was waiting for you to crumble, for the hesitation in your eyes to slip past the wall you kept rebuilding.

“let me know when you’re ready to be with a real man again,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, each word slipping past his lips like honey laced with venom.

his tone dripped with the kind of arrogance that should have pushed you away, but instead, it curled around you like the smoke—unshakable, sinking beneath your skin and spreading warmth where there should have been cold. each syllable felt deliberate, like he was speaking directly to the parts of you that you tried to keep hidden, the ones you didn’t want to admit were still his.

the words hit like a dagger, sharp and precise, and you shivered, unsure if it was the piercing cold seeping into your skin or the undeniable weight of his voice that left you trembling. you wrapped your arms around yourself, a futile attempt to hold yourself together under the intensity of his gaze.

“donghyuck…”

his name slipped from your lips, barely louder than the whisper of wind curling around the corner, fragile and weightless, as if saying it out loud might shatter whatever thin thread of resolve you were clinging to. the rest of the sentence never found its way out, swallowed whole by the quiet tension that stretched between you, thick and palpable, wrapping around your lungs and stealing the air from them.

his eyes stayed locked on yours—steady, sharp, unrelenting—pinning you beneath the weight of his attention, like he was daring you to break the gaze, to crack under the unbearable heat smoldering just beneath the surface. your heart pounded erratically, each beat echoing in your ears like a war drum, and you bit down on your bottom lip, desperate to keep yourself from saying something you couldn’t take back.

but he knew you too well. he always had.

“you know what i mean, princess,” he murmured, and the nickname twisted something in your stomach, his voice softer now but still carrying that unmistakable weight.

a quiet storm, low and distant but impossible to ignore.

he shifted closer—just enough that the space between you barely existed anymore, his breath spilling across your cheek, warm despite the cold pressing in from every direction. it was intentional, the nearness, the way his presence blurred the line between proximity and possession.

“you can’t possibly tell me he makes you feel better than i do.”

his words coiled in the space between you, settling like smoke in your lungs—thick, inescapable, impossible to ignore. they weren’t just a challenge; they were a reminder. a quiet, unshakable truth that wrapped around your ribs and squeezed until you felt it in every breath you tried to take.

the involuntary press of your thighs betrayed you before you could stop it, a flicker of movement so slight it might have been nothing—except donghyuck caught it. his gaze dragged downward for half a second, and when it lifted, the slow curl of his lips deepened into something that felt like victory.

he didn’t say anything. he didn’t have to. the weight of his smirk alone told you he’d already won whatever game you hadn’t realized you were playing. he straightened slightly, his confidence a palpable thing, as if your silence was all the confirmation he needed.

“he does. he treats me better than you do. fucks me better too,” the words tumbled out before you could think twice, thin and tight around the edges, as if saying them fast enough might make them true.

they sounded small, barely more than a breath, and you hated the way they felt coming off your tongue—like a deflection, a distraction that didn’t even convince you.

donghyuck’s eyes didn’t waver. if anything, they darkened with quiet amusement. you weren’t answering the question he had asked, and you both knew it.

“i bet he does,” donghyuck replied, his voice low and dripping with amusement, just enough to drag across your skin, rough in all the right places.

he moved then, slow and deliberate, closing the distance between you one step at a time, the low thud of his boots against the pavement somehow louder than the rush of your pulse.

“bet he lets you pout those pretty little lips of yours and get away with murder.”

his words sent a shiver down your spine, his tone teetering between teasing and something darker, something that made your pulse flutter in a way that infuriated you. the air between you crackled, laced with the kind of tension that felt impossible to break, and you swore you could feel the heat of him, even though he hadn’t touched you.

he leaned in again, his face so close now that you could see the faint glint of mischief in his eyes, your stomach twisting. his gaze dropped to your mouth, lingering just long enough to make you draw in a sharp breath, the slight curl of his smirk as he let his next words land with a weight that left you breathless.

“but i believe brats deserve to be punished,” he said, his voice dipping into a dangerously low hum that settled somewhere in the pit of your stomach, “not rewarded or encouraged.”

the world around you seemed to shrink until there was nothing but him—the scent of smoke, the warmth of his breath, the unshakable pull of his presence. the faint echoes of the party behind you felt distant, muffled, as though you’d stepped out of reality and into something that existed solely between the two of you—a place you thought you’d abandoned long ago.

you opened your mouth to respond, to push back, to regain some semblance of control, but nothing came out, the words dissolving the second they surfaced—fragile and weightless against the wall of silence pressing in around you.

his head tilted, eyes catching the soft glow of the streetlights as they dragged over you with the kind of interest that made your skin prickle. that maddening smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, as if he was already knew you wouldn’t be able to say no.

and maybe he was right.

the space between you felt electric, the air charged with an unbearable tension that neither of you seemed willing to break. every fiber of your being screamed for you to walk away, to retreat into the safety of the party behind you, into the arms of your sweet and loving boyfriend, but your feet remained rooted to the ground.

donghyuck’s gaze was razor-sharp, slicing through the carefully constructed walls you thought would protect you. there was nothing left to hide behind, nothing left to offer him except the ache blooming in your chest, but more importantly your legs. the one he hadn’t earned the right to pull from you—but did anyway.

“cat got your tongue?” he murmured, his tone laced with mockery, though the rasp of his voice sent a tremor rippling through you. “or is it mine you’re wishing for instead?”

the worst part wasn’t the cockiness laced in every word—it was the way it dragged over your skin, slow and suffocating, settling between your legs before you could stop it. his confidence was maddening, his arrogance almost suffocating, and yet you found yourself drawn to it—drawn to him.

your jaw tightened as you fought the urge to lash out, to respond with something sharp enough to cut through his composure the way he always did to yours. you wanted to say something—anything—to wipe the smirk off his face the way he so effortlessly dismantled you.

but even as you tried to summon the words, your heart betrayed you, its erratic rhythm pounding in your chest like a drum, loud enough that you were sure he could hear it.

“don’t flatter yourself,” you bit out, finally managing to force the words past the knot in your throat.

but your voice cracked at the edges, trembling just enough to betray the war waging inside you.

the smirk tugging at his lips only deepened, his eyes flashing with something dark—satisfaction laced with the kind of hunger that made your stomach twist, your weak protest only emboldening him. he stepped forward without hesitation, closing what little space lingered between you. the tip of his boot brushed against your heel clad feet and the heat radiating from him burned in sharp contrast to the icy air biting at your skin.

you felt yourself sway ever so slightly toward him, like a moth helpless against the pull of a flame.

“i don’t need to flatter myself,” he said, his voice dropping to a murmur, rich and dangerous, like a secret that could only exist between the two of you

“not when I can see the way you’re looking at me right now.”

you swallowed hard, the lump in your throat impossible to ignore as his words sank in. the way you were looking at him? you wanted to deny it, to insist he was wrong, but the truth of it burned in your cheeks, your gaze flickering to his lips for a moment too long before darting away.

he caught it. donghyuck always caught it, knew you better than anyone else.

“see?” he said, coaxing he confession from you without demanding a single word. “you don’t even have to say it, princess. your body already told me everything i need to know.”

your breath hitched, your chest rising and falling in shallow pants as you fought to steady yourself, but his words were like a tether, wrapping around your resolve and tugging until it unraveled entirely.

“you’re insufferable,” you hissed, your voice trembling, though whether from anger or something else entirely, you couldn’t say.

“maybe,” he admitted, his smirk returning, though his gaze remained locked on yours, unwavering.

“but you still want me, don’t you?”

the question landed like a blow, and you flinched as though he’d struck a nerve. the answer was too complicated, too tangled in the web of your shared history, the pull of your toxic connection, the undeniable chemistry that neither of you could seem to escape.

donghyuck didn’t give you room to breathe. he leaned in, close enough that the faintest brush of his lips skimmed the shell of your ear, and it felt less like a whisper and more like a claim

“you can lie to yourself all you want, but you can’t lie to me.”

the warmth of his breath slipped down your neck, pooling low in your stomach as a violent shiver tore through you, traitorous and unrelenting, ripping apart the thin seams holding your resolve together. your fists clenched, nails biting into your palms as you grasped for any anchor, anything to stop the slow, steady unravel that came with the sound of his voice so close.

“i’m not lying,” you managed to say, though even as the words escaped, they hung limp between you, empty and unconvincing.

he chuckled—soft, low, the sound vibrating through your skin like a slow descent into something inevitable.

“hmm,” he hummed, the faintest brush of his fingertips skimmed your waist, light enough to feel accidental, but deliberate in the way it left fire trailing behind.

“then prove it. walk away. right now. go back inside to him.”

the challenge in his voice was unmistakable, a gauntlet thrown at your feet. you hated him for it, hated the way he always knew exactly how to twist the knife just enough to keep you hanging on the edge. but most of all, you hated how much you didn’t want to move. how much you wanted to stay right where you were, caught in the magnetic pull of him, in the tension that buzzed between you like a live wire.

you should have. you should have spun around, shoved him aside, and disappeared back into the warmth of the party, into wonbin’s steady touch, into safety.

donghyuck pulled back just enough to look at you again, his gaze burning with something that felt too intense to name.

“what’s it gonna be, princess?” he asked, his voice soft but insistent, the faintest hint of a smirk still playing at his lips.

the door creaks open with a slow, grating protest, splitting the hush of the night like a sudden crack of thunder. you swear the cold air seems to slither through that gap, brushing over your cheeks and burrowing down to your bones. it’s sharp enough to sting, and for a moment, you feel more awake than you’ve been all night—like your nerves are strung too tight, and every breath tastes like electricity..

wonbin stands in the doorway, bathed in a thin halo of light that spills out from the party behind him. the music inside thrums low, muffled, a heartbeat just out of reach. he looks at you and then at donghyuck, his eyes snagging on the tiny space between your bodies. there’s a flicker in his gaze—part desperate, part wary— betraying the litter of emotions beneath his practiced calm, as though he’s stumbled onto something forbidden, something dangerous, and he’s not sure whether to drag you away or confront the threat head-on.

“you should come inside,” he says, voice taut, every syllable trembling with unspoken emotion. “it’s freezing, and you don’t have a coat.”

donghyuck doesn’t move, doesn’t even acknowledge him at first. he stays exactly where he is. you feel the heat of his presence despite the icy air, and you can almost smell the faint trace of cologne that clings to him, his eyes never leaving yours.

there was no urgency, no guilt, just that lingering smirk curling at the corners of his lips, as though this interruption was nothing more than an inconvenience in a game that donghyuck dominates.

when he finally did turn his head, it was deliberate. slow. a calculated shift, like he was taking his time to let the moment stretch, letting the weight of wonbin’s presence settle over him without bothering to hide his amusement.

“ah,” donghyuck drawled, the mockery in his voice palpable.

“here comes prince charming himself,” each word rolling off his tongue with a casual malice that makes your pulse kick in your throat.

wonbin’s fists clench at his sides, knuckles turning pale in the meager light, but he holds his position, that turbulent mix of hurt, anger, and doubt churning just beneath the surface. you sense the precarious balance in the air—one wrong word and the tension could splinter into something far more destructive.

donghyuck, however, seems to bask in it, a low chuckle escaping his throat, reverberating like a low note struck in a tense lull as he pushes himself off of the wall with a lazy grace that somehow made him seem even more imposing.

“let me guess,” he continued, his tone light but cruel, “you’re here to whisk her away with some sweet little speech, right? something about how it’s too cold for her delicate self to be out here, and how you’ll take such good care of her inside?”

the cold presses in harder, as if summoned by his words. you shiver, unsure if it’s the chill or the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. you think of all the times you told yourself you’d never let donghyuck get this close again, never let him unravel your composure with a single well-placed whisper.

but here you are, breath hitching at every syllable he spits.

“yeah,” donghyuck muses, eyes narrowing as he studies wonbin’s tightening jaw. “you’re that kind of guy, aren’t you?” donghyuck continues, eyes hooded, voice dripping scorn. “the kind who’d offer her his coat and tuck her under his arm like she’s made out of porcelain.”

wonbin’s jaw flexes; you can practically hear the grinding of his teeth. he still doesn’t speak—maybe he’s afraid that once he starts, he won’t be able to stop. there’s a storm brewing in his stare, but donghyuck feeds on that tension, seems to draw strength from his silence.

“stop,” you whisper, your voice trembling. you can’t tell which one of them you’re speaking to, or if the plea is more for yourself. “donghyuck, just stop.”

he ignores you, barely tossing you a glance. instead, he steps closer, gravel crunching beneath his shoes that sound like gunshots in the still air. his gaze locks onto wonbin, piercing and unrelenting, cornering him in a silent dare.

“ how… sweet,” donghyuck said, dragging out the word like it tasted sour in his mouth, like it physically disgusted him. his dark eyes flicked back to wonbin, his gaze piercing.

“but she doesn’t need someone who’ll bow down every time she breathe,” donghyuck says, his voice a low rumble that thrums against your nerves. “she’s not a pretty ornament you lock in a glass case.”

“she doesn’t want to be treated like she’s fragile. she likes it rough and needs someone who can handle her attitude and put her in her place.”

“shut. up.” wonbin’s voice cracks at the edges as his composure slips, the fury in his eyes trembling on the brink of explosion, something he doesn’t quite know how to unleash. you glance at him—see his fists trembling at his sides, see the heartbreak etched into the tight line of his mouth. he’s desperate to be your shield, but it’s like watching someone hold up a thin sheet of paper against a raging inferno.

donghyuck arches an eyebrow, the corner of his lips curving into a slow, lethal smile. “see that?” he murmurs, almost reverent. “there’s a spark in you, boy scout. but it’s not enough to keep her warm.”

there’s a silence that nearly screams between them. it pounds against your eardrums, your heart thrashing in your chest. the wind whips around you, and you inhale the sharp scent of frost and regret. you wish someone would break the stalemate—wish you’d find the strength to walk away, or that wonbin would finally challenge donghyuck with more than just trembling fists.

donghyuck, though, shows no sign of easing the tension. you can almost feel his smugness radiating, like a dark cloud gathering above him, ready to split the sky with lightning at any moment.

“but let’s be honest. even if you tried, what could you really do? you think standing there with your fists clenched makes you a man? because from where I’m standing, it just makes you look pathetic,” he lets the words drag, taunting him.

“donghyuck, that’s enough,” you said, your voice stronger this time, stepping between them, your pulse hammering so hard you feel it in your fingertips.

but he wasn’t finished, not yet. his eyes narrowed—dangerously, mockingly—as he addresses you now, voice dropping to a near-whisper that still somehow drags across your nerves like a velvet blade

“tell me something. when’s the last time prince charming here made your heart pound so hard it felt like you were floating? when’s the last time a single look made you forget how to breathe?”

your stomach twisted at his words, heat rising in your cheeks as you felt wonbin’s gaze also shift to you, the unspoken question hanging heavy in the air. there was no accusation in his eyes—only quiet, painful doubt. the kind that asked a question he wasn’t ready to hear the answer to.

“you don’t have to answer,” donghyuck intercepted the moment between you two, his smirk widening as he stepped back, arrogance dripping from every syllable.

“i already know.”

the silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the faint crackle of the music drifting from inside. you’re trapped between the raw hurt in wonbin’s eyes and the magnetic pull of donghyuck’s presence, an invisible chain that keeps dragging you back even when you know you should run.

but donghyuck was right—he wouldn’t do anything. couldn’t do anything.

“let’s go,” wonbin says at last, voice raw and trembling like a frayed guitar string. his hand is outstretched, and you notice the slight tremor in his fingertips, a fragile quiver that betrays his careful calm.

your body shifted, legs moving before your mind could catch up. but even as you stepped toward wonbin, the weight of donghyuck’s words lingered, a dark and inescapable shadow that refused to let you go. they pressed into you like a brand—hot and unforgiving, refusing to loosen its hold.

you’re greeted by a wall of humid air, thick with sweat, spilled alcohol, and the pulsing beat of bass-heavy music. the room seems to close in around you, every body too hot, every breath too shallow, but you can’t shake the chill that’s settled in your bones. wonbin didn’t stop, threading through the crowd with a gentle insistence, guiding you around stumbling dancers and half-shouted conversations. it’s the same tenderness he’s shown you a hundred times before—quiet, thoughtful, almost too soft.

he mutters a few rushed goodnights without turning around, his fingers circling your wrist in a way that feels protective. almost desperately so, like if he can just get you far enough away, maybe he can erase the echoes of donghyuck’s voice and wipe the smirk off his face that’s burned into your mind. but as you pass through the throng of people, your gaze drifts—seeking out the one person you shouldn’t look for.

and there he is, exactly where you feared he’d be: donghyuck, half in shadow, leaning against a wall with that insufferable grin painted across his face, you feel the press of his gaze like a hand on your throat—lazy, confident, and infuriatingly assured of his own power. he watches as wonbin pulled you through the crowd like some fragile thing he had to protect, like you were made of glass that might shatter if he wasn’t careful.

his gaze lingered, sharp and heavy with amusement, as if he’d already won—and you hated how right he looked.

the door that wonbin held open for you clicked shut behind you, sealing the two of you in the hushed quiet of his car, but the silence felt different this time—weighted, thick, like the space between you was holding its breath, like it’s brimming with all the things neither of you will say.

despite the crackling tension, wonbin says nothing about what happened out there. no demand to know why donghyuck was so close or what was said. no fists tightened in fury. no voice raised in accusation, not even a flicker of anger in his gaze.

instead, as the traffic lights bleed from green to red, he risks a glance at you with a faint smile, his eyes soft with concern.

“are you cold?” he asked, his voice gentle, almost tender. without waiting for a response, he shrugged off his jacket with one hand, his movements practiced and precise.

“here,” he said, draping it over your shoulders, the fabric warm and soft from his body heat. “you didn’t bring one, and i don’t want you catching a cold angel.”

you tugged the jacket tighter around you, more out of politeness than need unable to bring yourself to meet his eyes as you murmur a quiet “thanks.”

wonbin’s hands drifted to for the temperature controls next, turning the dial a fraction warmer, evidence of how he’s always trying to make you feel comfortable.

“is that okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern. “too hot? too cold?”

“it’s fine,” you repeated, your voice strained as you fixed your eyes on the blurred city lights streaking past the window. but it wasn’t fine. none of it was.

you bit the inside of your cheek as the words donghyuck had whispered to you echoed in your mind, taunting you. “she doesn’t want perfect… she wants someone who knows how to handle her.”

it stings because a piece of you hates that there’s some truth buried there—hates the way it sparks heat low in your belly, a throbbing reminder of how messed up your own desires might be. you hated that it was sticking with you, hated that it was affecting you at all, but then you looked at wonbin—his hands gripping the wheel at ten and two, his brow furrowed ever so slightly as he focused on the road, his expression calm and composed—and something inside you cracked.

why wasn’t he angry? why wasn’t he gripping the wheel so tightly it creaked under his fingers, his jaw clenched in a barely contained rage as he demanded to know what donghyuck had said to you? why wasn’t he jealous? why wasn’t he fighting for you?

instead, he kept fussing over you, like his kindness would be enough to erase the memory of donghyuck’s words seared into your skin. but softness wasn’t enough to erase the fingerprints donghyuck had left behind. his entire presence radiating the kind of quiet, unwavering stability that should have been enough to ease the ache in your chest, but it didn’t.

“you sure you’re okay?” wonbin asked again, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye as he observed the way your body language had changed.

you let out a slow sigh, the weight of it pressing against your chest, feeling guilty that your own boyfriend was starting to annoy you.

“i’m fine,” you lied, though the word felt sour on your tongue, the word hollow before it even left your mouth.

wonbin gave you a small, reassuring smile, the kind of smile that should have melted your heart but only made it ache instead. he reached over briefly, his hand brushing against your knee before retreating to the wheel.

“we’ll be home soon. you can rest, okay?”

you stared at him, at the way he was always so thoughtful, so careful, so safe. it should have been enough—it was enough, wasn’t it? but even as you tried to convince yourself, you could feel the memory of donghyuck burning in the back of your mind, his smirk sharp and knowing, his words a dagger that had struck far deeper than you wanted to admit.

“he’s sweet. nice. safe. but when’s the last time he made your heart race?”

you swallowed hard and shifted in your seat, as if the tension pooling between your thighs could somehow be willed away—pressed down, buried beneath the weight of your own restraint. but it didn’t fade. it lingered, heavy and uncomfortable, the ghost of donghyuck’s voice tracing patterns beneath your skin.

the rest of the drive passed in strained silence, wonbin humming softly under his breath as though nothing had happened, as though he hadn’t just witnessed you standing too close to your ex, caught in a moment too intimate to explain away. he didn’t ask. he didn’t accuse. he didn’t even bring it up.

and that, more than anything, left you hollow.

the silence that stretched between you and wonbin didn’t just remind you of what was missing, it screamed it. it forced you to remember the way donghyuck’s jealousy never lingered quietly in the background. how he tore into you the night he caught you wrapped up in what he called a “more than friendly embrace” with a male friend.

his hands had been on you before you could even explain, his grip bruising, his breath hot against your skin as he pinned you down. he didn’t stop until you were boneless beneath him—your thighs quivering, skin flushed and damp, the weight of his possessive grip lingering long after the heat between you had faded.

he fucked you like he had something to prove, his hips snapping against yours with a force that left you breathless and trembling, jolting forwards with each thrust. your head bucked against the pillows, your neck arched back in a desperate plea for freedom, but he had you trapped, pinned beneath him like a captive.

his palms dug painful marks into your hips, leaving bruises that mirrored the ache building inside you, as he used you with a raw, unbridled hunger that was almost animalistic, his eyes ablaze with lust, lips pulled back into a snarl.

"don't even think about it, baby. take it. fucking take every inch of me,” he growled, each word punctuated by the way he drove his dick impossibly deeper into you.

sweat dripped from his brows from his efforts of pulling orgasm out of orgasm from you, not out of love, but punishment. even as the world blurred, your nerves igniting as you trembled under the weight of sensation that had grown too big to hold, the shameful knot in your stomach only seemed to tighten.

his chest was slick against yours, and you could feel the pulsing beat of his cock, a drumbeat of desire that drove him to the edge. he was lost in the moment, so lost that it was dizzying, and yet he was in control, his body moving with a ruthless precision that leaves you gasping.

"like that," he panted, his voice torn apart by ragged breaths, his eyes locked to the spot where your bodies met.

"you’re mine, princess. my cock drunk whore,” he coaxed cries from your throat as he whispered against your ear. “made only for this cock.”

you mind was blank, floating somewhere soft and far away, the only thing anchoring you was the weight of donghyuck above you, his voice distant, reduced to a quiet hum as he filled your every senses. your pulse raced like a wild animal, breath short and sharp as you clawed weakly at his chest, trying to gasp out a word that only got lodged in your throat.

“this body is all mine. all mine. and you know i hate sharing, princess,” he growled, voice rough and low like gravel dragged across silk, his hand tightening just enough around your throat to make your pulse stutter beneath his grip, his breath hot against your skin, lips brushing against your ears as he spoke.

his eyes-- dark, lust-filled-- never left yours, pinning you in place, devouring every flick of surrender. your skin prickled beneath the weight of him, heat blooming wherever his fingers pressed, where he claimed, where his dominance wrapped around you like a vice.

he used you until you were nothing more than a trembling offering beneath him, flesh slick with sweat, limbs twitching, your breath a broken melody against the dark. your skin always glowed with the aftershocks of him, burning as every nerve humming like a wire stretched too tight. your eyes were glassy and half-lidded, held with that fevered gleam, ruin dressed as reverence as devotion etched into your bones, and he carved it in deeper with every thrust, until you knew nothing but him.

you’re dragged out of the filth of your sinful daydreams with the pressing of your thighs together, shifting in your seat as you force yourself to calm down, the familiar sight of your apartment complex snapping you out of things.

wonbin turned off the engine, the faint hum fading into the heavy quiet between you. he turned toward you with another small, practiced smile—the kind that had always been gentle, warm, and yet never quite enough to fill the void clawing at your chest. his hand lifted, tugging at the edges of his jacket still draped over your shoulders, adjusting it carefully as if that would somehow shield you from the storm stirring just beneath your skin.

“take care of yourself, okay?” he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face, yet his brow creased faintly, his lips parting as if to speak again, but after a beat, he only shook his head, as if deciding against it.

instead, he forced another small, easy smile—the kind you’d seen a hundred times, the one meant to reassure you even when it didn’t reach his eyes. his hand slid to your cheek, thumb grazing your skin with featherlight care before he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

it was soft, sweet, and everything it should have been.but the tenderness of it twisted something inside you, sharp and bitter, because it wasn’t enough to quiet the ache left behind by someone else’s touch. .

you forced a smile, mumbling another thanks as you stepped out of the car, pressing a haste kiss to his lips. he waited until you were safely inside the building before driving off, and the sight of his taillights disappearing into the night left you standing there, empty and restless.

by the time you reached your apartment, the night coiled around you like a serpent, heavy and suffocating in its darkness.

it clings to your skin even after you’ve closed the door behind you, even after you’ve shed wonbin’s jacket, letting it slip from your shoulders in a forlorn heap on the couch. you stand there, breathing too loud in the silence, staring at the soft folds of fabric as though they might anchor you—but they’re too light, too safe, too far from the storm still raging beneath your ribs.

when you finally sank down beside it, the weight of the evening folded over you like wet silk, clinging to every inch of exposed thought. the apartment felt cavernous—each breath echoing too loudly in the empty space, the quiet pressing down until it left an ache in your chest.

for months, wonbin’s gentle presence had been your remedy, his steady affection easing the sting donghyuck’s recklessness left behind. he was patient where donghyuck was merciless, tender where he was cruel, offering you stability, a quiet kind of love that asked for nothing but your presence.

and yet, in a single night, donghyuck had torn down every wall you’d built. one look, one whispered taunt, and the careful walls you had so meticulously constructed buckled beneath the weight of his voice, reminding you of a version of yourself you thought you’d buried beneath wonbin’s steady affection, stirred.

but she had never left.

your phone buzzed on the table, breaking the silence and you froze—fingers curling into your palms as the sound lingered, vibrating in your bones long after the screen stilled. you didn’t need to look. you already knew.

donghyuck didn’t need to see the way you shifted in your seat as wonbin drove, thighs pressing together in a vain attempt to quiet the phantom weight of his hands. he didn’t need to hear your heart stumble every time his name crossed your mind.

he felt it.

the pull of him still hummed in your veins, restless and electric, like static before a storm. and now, as you sat there in the quiet hum of your apartment, the weight of his message coiled tightly around your throat, squeezing just enough to remind you that escape was never truly an option.

the screen goes dark, but the weight of his message coils around your throat all the same, tightening until your pulse skitters in a panicked rush.

donghyuck: i’ll leave the door unlocked.

#cupid’s takes #nct x reader

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cupid4hae · 2 months ago

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Dr. Dreamy | Na Jaemin - Part 2

pairing: doctor!na jaemin x fem reader genre: smut wc: 5.1k summary: you’re the best valentine’s day gift jaemin’s ever had the pleasure of unwrapping. content warning: explicit sexual content, some bdsm-ish stuff (bondage), temperature play, breast play, usage of sex toys, multiple orgasms, edging, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), mating press, lmk if i missed any! a/n: couldn’t wait for valentine’s day to post this sooo here it is (granted, over a month late) but i hope it makes up for the wait and satisfies all those who were craving a part two <3 thank you so much for reading and loving the first part. ps: read part 1 for the plot, this one is purely smut. oh and it feels important to add that juno by sabrina carpenter was on repeat while writing this. “have you tried this one?” picture jaemin saying that lol

part 1

Valentine’s Day had been exhausting for Jaemin. He barely had the energy to even think. The hospital was a madhouse. He’d never expected that so many injuries would come from couples trying something new with their partners. By the time he clocked out, it was already 11 PM, and he couldn’t shake the guilt gnawing at him for missing your first Valentine’s Day together.

But as soon as he stepped through the door, his thoughts of guilt disappeared. There you were, lounging on the couch, eating strawberries. You were wearing nothing but the skimpiest piece of lingerie he’d ever seen before.

His breath caught in his throat as your gaze fell on him, a slow smile curling on your lips. “Long day?” you asked, your voice dripping with sweetness.

Jaemin’s throat tightened, but he managed to choke out a response. “Yeah… you could say that.” His voice cracked slightly as his eyes scanned over your body. “You look....”

“Good, I hope?” You giggled softly when he couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Absolutely,” he said, swallowing hard. “…Are you trying to kill me?”

You smiled and stood up slowly, giving him a full view of your curves. His gaze followed your every movement as you sauntered toward him. You stopped just inches from him, his body stiffening in anticipation. His hands ached to touch you.

“What’s the matter?” you teased, pressing your body against his lightly. “You look like you want something.”

Jaemin bit back a smirk, trying to hold on to his composure. He leaned in, brushing your hair back from your neck, his lips grazing your skin. “And you look like you're offering something.”

You laughed, the sound of it making him feel lighter, but he couldn’t ignore the way his heart pounded in his chest, or the tightness between his legs that was only growing. You seemed to notice it too, your hand slipping down his chest. “I think you might be right,” you said with a wink.

Jaemin tried to maintain some semblance of self-control, but his hands betrayed him by wandering to your waist on their own. You flinched slightly from the coldness and he smiled at that.

"You know," he said, with a half-smirk, "I'm not that easy." There was a playful challenge in his eyes. "You have to try harder than this."

“Oh, really?” you grinned, your voice dripping with mock innocence. "Well, I think I can manage."

He felt the heat in his body surge just thinking about what you had planned for him. When you turned and began leading him to your room, he couldn’t help but let his eyes trace every curve of your body, lingering on the flimsy string of fabric between your cheeks—just a bow for him to undo.

Jaemin followed you into the bedroom, his mouth going agape at the sight. Candles flickered softly on the bedside tables, and rose petals were scattered across the floor and on the bed. The whole scene looked straight out of a movie, but it was real, and it was for him.

“Wow,” he murmured, genuinely impressed. “Princess, this is amazing. I should’ve done this for you…” His voice dropped, a slight frown forming as he looked at you.

“You can do it next year,” you replied, and the fact that you were already planning another Valentine’s Day with him made his heart swell. You closed the space between you, pulling him down by his neck and kissing along his jaw.

“You must be tired,” you whispered against his skin.

Jaemin's hands roamed over your back, cupping your ass making you gasp at the sudden touch. When your lips parted, he took the opportunity to kiss you. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, tasting the strawberries you’d been eating.

“Not anymore,” he whispered, lifting you up by your hips, your legs locked around his waist. He carried you to the bed, never breaking the kiss, his lips moving against yours with need.

You pulled away, and for a moment he thought you would kiss him again. Instead, you gently pushed him down onto the bed and guided him to lie back. His chest rose and fell with anticipation, lips parted as you climbed over him and settled on top. He stayed still, pretending to be unaffected, but you noticed the way his muscles tensed as he fought to hold back.

"I want to try something new," you said, your voice laced with playful daring.

Jaemin raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Oh? Do I get a say in this?”

You paused for a moment before tugging his shirt up and over his head, letting your fingers graze his skin as you did. Your gaze roamed over him slowly, as if committing every inch to memory. His broad shoulders, abs that tensed whenever he took a breath, the faint happy trail he’d stopped shaving just because you said you liked it, the love bites still lingering on his chest from the other night.

Reaching for his hand, you guided it to the delicate bow at the center of your bra, your lips curling into a teasing smile. “Go on,” you murmured, “unwrap your present.”

Jaemin raised an eyebrow, smirking. He tugged on the bow and the bra fell open, exposing your breasts. He couldn’t help the soft, reverent exhale that escaped him. “Fuck…” he groaned, his hands reaching to touch you, but you stopped him with a soft but firm hand on his shoulder.

“Ah, ah,” you tutted, leaning in to kiss the frown from his face. “Let me take care of you first.”

Jaemin opened his mouth to protest, but then you were gone. He saw you searching in the drawer, and when you returned to the bed, you had something hidden behind your back. You leaned in close, whispering in his ear.

“Do you trust me, Jaem?”

He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Of course.”

Then, you pulled out a blindfold, and he froze, anticipation and excitement flooding his system in equal parts “What are you planning, love?” he asked, his tone soft but amused.

“Something you’ll really like,” you whispered, placing a kiss below his ear.

Jaemin chuckled nervously, shivering slightly. “Should I be worried?”

You only smiled, slipping the blindfold over his eyes. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding as his world went dark. His other senses immediately heightened and he tensed when he felt you reach for his wrists.

The soft touch of silk against his skin made him flinch. “Wait—what are you—” His breath hitched as you wrapped the restraints carefully around him.

His fingers twitched, an instinctive urge to move, but the fabric held him firm. He gave a small, experimental tug, testing the hold, and a shiver ran through him when he realized he couldn’t easily free himself. There was something almost dizzying about being kept like this, unable to touch you, forced to wait. The helplessness only made his excitement burn hotter.

“Wow,” he mused, voice light but strained, “Are we into bondage now?”

Despite his attempt at humor, you didn’t miss the way his chest rose and fell a little faster when you gave the restraints a small tug.

You leaned in, letting your lips ghost against his ear. “I want to see if you can last…” you whispered, your breath sending another shiver down his spine.

Jaemin swallowed, his smirk faltering just slightly. “What do you mean…” he asked, careful now, as if realizing he’d just walked into a trap.

You didn’t answer right away, and the silence only deepened the anticipation clawing at him. He tried to keep his breathing steady, to act unaffected, but the combination of the blindfold, the restraints, and the sheer uncertainty of what you’d do next made it impossible to be calm.

And then…cold.

A sharp gasp tore from his lips as the ice cube slid across his chest, its sudden chill stealing the breath from his lungs. His entire body stiffened, muscles flexing against the cold shock.

“God—fuck…” he cursed breathlessly. He yanked at the restraints, desperate to get away from the bite of the ice but craving more of your touch at the same time. “You really like torturing me, huh?”

You laughed softly, a wicked note in your voice. “Torture? No…” you murmured, trailing the ice lower, just skimming the waistband of his pants. “I just want to see how far you’ll let me go to make sure you feel really good.”

Jaemin let out a strained breath, his fingers flexing against the restraints. He was still trying to hold onto some shred of composure, but his body was betraying him. He felt himself grow harder in his pants and he wanted to beg for you to release him but he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of seeing him break down so easily.

“Tell me, Jaem… have you ever touched yourself on a particularly chilly night?” you asked, your voice smooth and teasing.

“What—…” His breath hitched when you slid the ice cube lower, past his hip bones. “I… I don’t know… I suppose so,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.

“Did your cold fingers feel nice?” you continued, drawing the ice in slow circles on his skin. “Did you like it?”

Jaemin was trying to focus on your words, but the heightened sensation of the cold against his burning skin was making it impossible to think. The contrast was overwhelming, making his hips jerk involuntarily.

“I—fuck… I guess so,” he breathed.

Without warning, you pulled his pants down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, slapping against his lower abdomen and startling both of you.

“You seem excited,” you said, letting your finger graze the side of his shaft. His breath stuttered as he tensed, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

The next thing he felt was cold sliding over his tip.

“Shit—” he gasped, his whole body jerking as he tried to sit up, hunching over in a desperate attempt to regain some control. His bound wrists strained against the silk restraints, but they gave him no leeway. And then you did it again, this time, dragging the ice along the side of his cock, the sensation both shocking and exquisite.

“Fuck… th-that feels weird…” he shivered slightly.

His lips were red and wet from how he kept biting them, trying not to moan too loudly.

You leaned in, kitten-licking the tip while still holding the ice against him.

“Wait—” he moaned, his hips bucking up instinctively.

With one last teasing kiss to his tip, you pulled back, watching the way he twitched, the way his body practically vibrated with pent-up need.

“Looks like you’re ready to play.”

Jaemin exhaled shakily. The way you were handling him was so different to what he was used to. He was always the one setting the pace, pulling pleasure from you at his leisure. But now, you had him completely at your mercy. And the craziest part was how much he was enjoying it.

He heard more movement, some shuffling and the quiet creak of the mattress as you settled back in front of him. His muscles tensed in anticipation, his whole body straining against the restraints. He wanted to reach for you, to pull you down and take what he needed but all he could do was wait.

“Jaem, do you know what a cock ring is?” you asked, your voice so soft and innocent that for a second, he thought he must’ve misheard you.

“Hm?” His brain was lagging, too focused on the lingering cold of the ice cube melting against him. Then your words sank in. “Yeah,” he swallowed.

“Good,” you hummed, and before he could react, he felt your warm hand wrap around him, pumping once, just enough to make his hips twitch, to make a moan escape his throat before he could swallow it down.

And then something hard pressed against his dick.

“Fuck—” he hissed, his body tensing as you carefully slid the cock ring into place. His sensitivity was already heightened, and the combination of your touch and the unfamiliar tightness made him shudder.

“I want you to hold on as much as you can,” you murmured, trailing your fingers up his stomach, nails lightly scratching at his skin. “Can you do that for me?”

Jaemin groaned, tugging at the restraints in frustration. “You’re so fucking unfair.”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to his hip bone. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Jaemin’s breath came in sharp, uneven pants as you pulled away, leaving him aching for more. His head tilted back, exposing the long line of his throat as he swallowed hard, trying to remain as calm as possible.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, his voice shaky. His fingers clenched and unclenched where they were bound, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping nothing. “You’re really trying to kill me…”

You only smiled, still running your nails lightly down his torso, making his abs twitch. “You’re being so dramatic, Jaem.”

His head snapped up at that, eyes still blindfolded, but his frustration was written all over his face. “Dramatic?” He let out a humorless laugh. “Princess, I’m so fucking hard it hurts, and you’re just—” He groaned, pulling against the restraints again. “God, you’re such a fucking tease.”

You hummed as if considering his words, then leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss just below his navel. “But it looks like you’re enjoying it.”

Jaemin’s hips twitched, but he still managed a weak scoff. “I’d enjoy it more if you actually fucking did something.” His voice was strained, cracking at the edges.

You let your hand drift lower again, wrapping around him with a slowness that had him sucking in a sharp breath. “Is this what you want?” you murmured, your fingers squeezing just enough to make him twitch in your grasp.

“Fuck—yes, that’s what I fucking want—”

You gave a single stroke, dragging your hand up his length at an agonizing pace.

Jaemin let out a throaty whimper, and the sound only intensified the heat pooling in your lower belly.

His chest heaved as his thighs trembled. His whole body jerked, but the cock ring kept him from reaching the release he desperately chased.

“Oh my god,” he choked out, his voice practically a whine. “Princess, please, I need—”

You tightened your grip slightly, cutting him off with another slow, teasing stroke. His hips bucked into your hand, but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t fucking enough, and the frustration in his voice was turning into something dangerously close to begging.

“Please what, Jaemin?” you asked, tilting your head.

His lip was pulled between his teeth so hard it was turning red, his whole body trembling from restraint. “Please, just—fuck, I don’t even know—just something, please, princess, I can’t—”

His voice cracked again, revealing his desperation in every syllable. He was completely wrecked, yet still nowhere near getting what he wanted.

And that was exactly how you wanted him.

When your mouth dropped down on his dick again, you took in more than just the tip this time. You sucked and licked him just the way you knew he liked.

“God… oh god,” he groaned, his hips jerking up instinctively, but you kept him firmly in place, pressing down on his thighs.

“Be good,” you murmured against his swollen tip, lips brushing the heat of him. “Or I’ll stop.”

Jaemin let out a shaky breath, his fingers twitching at his sides, unable to do anything but take what you were giving him. “Fuck… you’re so—” His voice broke into a strangled gasp as you sank back down, taking him deeper, your tongue swirling along his length.

He was losing control. His thighs trembled under your touch, ragged gasps escaping his lips. His body was already screaming for release, but the cock ring kept him stuck on that unbearable edge, holding him in a storm of pure, agonizing pleasure.

“I can’t… anymore… please.” His voice was strained, broken apart by breathless moans. “Please, take it off.”

You pulled back just enough to let your breath fan over his tip. “Take what off, Jaem?”

“Everything,” he choked out. “Let me touch you… let me see you… let me fuck you…please.”

The little laugh you let out made his stomach tighten painfully. If he wasn’t so desperate, he would’ve held out longer just to make you work for it. But he was past the point of caring about winning right now.

“Well…” You let your hands caress down his thighs, feeling the way his muscles clenched under your touch. “I think you’ve been patient enough.”

The first thing to come off was the blindfold. Jaemin blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted, the dim light in the room almost blinding after what felt like hours in the dark. His gaze flickered over your form, hovering over him like a lioness about to pounce. Fuck, he forgot you were braless. His hands twitched against the restraints, desperate to touch you.

Then his eyes dropped lower. His dick was painfully swollen, red at the tip, the cock ring still keeping him from the relief he needed. His breath caught as you reached down, fingers brushing his base before you finally removed it. The rush of sensation that followed had his whole body tensing, his abs clenching as he gasped through the sudden overwhelming relief. He was seconds away from—

You moved to undo the silk restraints, and the moment his wrists were free, he lunged.

You let out a sharp squeal as he grabbed your arm and yanked you down, pressing your body flush against his chest. In one quick movement, he flipped you onto your back, looming over you with a wicked, predatory grin.

“Shouldn’t have fucking released me, princess,” he growled, voice still rough from moaning. He licked his lips, eyes raking down your body like he was deciding where to ruin you first. “You’re gonna take everything I give you now.”

There was no fear in your gaze—only pure, smoldering desire.

Jaemin’s lips crashed against yours, devouring you, tongue sliding past your lips as his hands finally claimed your body. His fingers found your breasts, squeezing, teasing, all while his hips rolled against your barely clothed core.

Then, he flipped you onto your stomach. You gasped, feeling his body press against your back, his lips tracing a heated path from your shoulder to the nape of your neck.

“Wanted to do this since I walked through that door,” he muttered, voice thick with lust. He hooked his fingers into the delicate lace of your underwear, undoing the tiny bow with a slow pull. His eyes went dark with greed and desire when he saw it fall apart and expose your bare backside to him.

He kissed along your spine, then rocked his hips against your ass with a shuddering sigh before flipping you over again.

You were already breathless, your mind hazy, and he still hadn’t even touched you where you needed him most.

But then, just when you thought he was going to finally take you—he suddenly grabbed your ankles and yanked you down the bed, shifting you so you were face-to-face with his abs.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, until you felt his dick sliding between your breasts.

“Gonna let me fuck your tits, princess?” he murmured, voice husky.

Heat pooled in your stomach at his words, and without hesitation, you pressed your hands against the sides of your chest, squeezing your breasts together, trapping him between them.

Jaemin groaned, the sound deep and raw, before spitting onto your chest to lubricate the area.

You gasped softly, the sheer filth of it making your thighs squeeze together, but Jaemin was also too far gone to tease you about it. He let out a low, guttural fuck as he thrust, slow at first, watching himself slide between the plushness of your breasts.

“Shit…” His breathing was heavy, his fringe damp with sweat, his jaw slack as he fucked into the tight heat of your chest. “Letting me fuck your perfect tits—fuck.”

The sounds filling the room were obscene. The wet slide of his dick against your skin, the breathy moans slipping from his lips, the quiet, desperate whimpers coming from you.

Your legs clenched again, seeking friction, your own arousal dripping down your thighs.

Jaemin’s rhythm faltered. His thrusts grew uneven, more desperate. “I’m—fuck, I’m close—”

Suddenly, his hand was on your jaw, tilting your head up.

“Open for me, princess.”

You parted your lips instinctively, watching through hazy, lidded eyes as he pumped himself, working himself closer and closer—until the first warm spurts landed across your chest and tongue. His thumb swiped through the mess on your chest, and before you could even react, he brought it to your lips.

“Taste.” His voice was hoarse.

Your tongue flicked out to catch it. His breath stuttered as he watched you.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, his fingers pressing against your tongue just a second longer before pulling away. His cock twitched against your stomach, already getting hard again.

You let out a small whimper, rubbing your thighs together, the ache between your legs only growing sharper.

Jaemin caught the movement immediately.

“Oh?” He smirked, eyes flicking down to where you were shamelessly pressing your legs together for any friction. “You want more?”

You whined, squirming.

He hummed, as if amused. “Poor thing.”

“Jaem…” Your voice came out as a whimper, breathless, desperate.

His smirk deepened. He loved seeing you this way—helpless, needy, falling apart before he even touched you properly.

But he wasn’t going to make it easy.

“What’s wrong, princess?” His hand ghosted over your stomach before slipping between your legs, fingertips grazing your soaked folds. “You need help?”

You bucked your hips, but he barely applied any pressure, making you whimper in protest.

You let out a frustrated sob, moving to take over yourself, but his hand shot out and gripped your wrist, pinning it to the mattress.

“Ah, ah! We can’t have that,” he tsked, eyes flashing dark.

The next thing you know, your hand is being replaced with his own, two fingers sliding through your folds. Your entire body jolted at the contact.

Jaemin groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. “Shit, you’re so wet, princess,” he murmured, dragging his fingers through your slick before pressing them against your swollen clit. “You like having my cock between those pretty tits that much?”

You barely managed a nod, too lost in the feeling of his fingers teasing you.

“Such a messy little thing,” he teased, rubbing slow, agonizing circles over your clit, just enough to make you desperate, but not enough to give you what you needed. “I should make you wait. Make you beg for it.”

“Jaemin—”

His fingers pushed in, stretching you, filling you just enough to make you gasp.

“Holy fuck,” Jaemin groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder. His cock was already leaking against your thigh, his body trembling as he tried to hold himself back. “You’re so tight. You’re gonna fucking choke my fingers.”

He pumped his fingers in and out, slow but deep, so deep you were writhing beneath him.

“Jaem, please—” Your walls clenched, thighs trembling.

“Hm?” He purred. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

Your eyes were glassy, your body begging for it. “Please, just fuck me.”

Jaemin let out a sharp exhale, visibly shaking as he tried to hold himself back.

“You—” His voice broke. He looked down, seeing how you were practically dripping down his fingers, and groaned, cursing under his breath. “Jesus Christ.”

His fingers slipped out with a wet, filthy sound. Before you could even whine, he grabbed your thighs, spreading you wide and pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.

Your breath caught.

But he didn’t push in.

He just teased, rubbing himself between your folds, coating himself in your slick. He watched with dark, hooded eyes as you twitched beneath him, whimpering at every brush of his cock against your swollen clit.

“You want it?” His voice dripped with sin.

“Jaem—”

“Beg for it.”

The jerk was using your own tricks against you.

Now, you were regretting edging him earlier, because this… this felt like hell.

You whined, your nails digging into his arms. “Please, Jaem. Please. I need you. I need your cock inside me, I—fuck—I can’t—”

That was enough for him. With a wrecked groan, he slammed inside you in one stroke, bottoming out so deep you saw white.

A choked cry left your lips, your entire body arching off the mattress.

“Oh my fucking god—” Jaemin’s voice broke, his hands gripping your thighs so hard you were sure it would bruise.

He was shaking, breathing ragged, his cock twitching inside you as he tried not to cum right then and there. You were so tight, so wet, so warm. He felt like he was going insane.

“You—” His voice was strained, wrecked. “You feel so fucking good, princess.”

His thrusts punched the breath out of you, slamming into you so deep you felt it in your stomach, your walls clenching around him like a vice.

“Holy shit—fuck—” Jaemin groaned, his hips snapping against yours in a brutal rhythm. “You’re so tight—I can feel you fucking squeezing me—”

You couldn’t even form words, just moaned and whimpered, nails raking down his back.

Jaemin growled, grabbing the backs of your knees, pushing them up and folding you beneath him.

The angle —oh god—the angle had his cock hitting so deep it left you shaking, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“There we go,” Jaemin groaned, watching you writhe under him. “That’s the spot, isn’t it?”

“Jae—Jaemin—”

“Shhh,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re taking me so well, princess. So, so well.”

His fingers found your clit, rubbing fast. The pleasure crashing over you all at once.

“Cum for me, baby,” Jaemin rasped, barely holding himself together. “Make a fucking mess on my cock.”

Your orgasm tore through you, so intense your vision blurred, your entire body shaking under him as you cried out his name.

Jaemin groaned, feeling you clench around him. His hips stuttered as he buried himself deep, moaning against your throat as he came again, filling you completely.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Just heavy breathing and shaking limbs.

Jaemin finally lifted his head, sweat-damp hair clinging to his forehead, eyes dark.

He smirked a cat-like smile.

“I hope you don't think we’re done.”

He was still inside you, his cock twitching, throbbing, still semi-hard despite just coming deep inside you. He could feel you clenching weakly around him.

You didn’t want it to be done.

You felt empty, even with his cock still buried inside you. You needed more, needed all of him, needed him to ruin you completely.

And he could tell.

Jaemin tilted his head as his fingers dug into your thighs, keeping them spread wide for him. His thumbs traced slow circles into your skin both soothing and possessive, a silent reminder that you weren’t going anywhere.

“Think you can handle more?” The low rumble of his voice had you feeling dizzy.

You nodded, too fucked out to form anything coherent.

He hummed, pretending to consider. “Now that I think about it… you were pretty mean to me earlier.” His hands slid lower, gripping your ass and giving it a sharp squeeze that made you jolt. “Do you even deserve it?”

“Yes—yes, please, Jaem—”

He laughed, a breathy chuckle that broke apart into something rougher, needier.

“Insatiable little thing.”

And then he was pulling out achingly slow, dragging every inch of himself through your trembling walls. The friction sent a helpless whimper tumbling from your lips.

Jaemin nearly lost his mind at the sound.

He stared down at you, his ruined, pretty girl. Face flushed, hair sticking to your damp skin, lips swollen and parted, body still twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

He growled, gripping your waist and flipping you onto your stomach in one swift movement.

You gasped, heart pounding as Jaemin manhandled you effortlessly, positioning you exactly how he wanted with your chest pressed to the mattress and ass high in the air.

He moaned, running his hands down your spine, over the curve of your hips, before gripping your ass and spreading you open for him.

“Look at you,” he breathed, watching the way your slick dripped down your thighs, his own cum still leaking from your core.

His cock throbbed painfully at the sight.

“Fuck, baby, I made such a mess of you.”

You whimpered, pushing your hips back toward him, trying to tempt him. But Jaemin only smirked, rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing you, making you squirm.

“What do you want, princess?” His voice was low, smug.

You whined, pressing your face into the pillow, trying to grind back against him.

“Jaem—please—”

He tutted, gripping your hips to hold you still. “You’re so cute when you beg.”

Then, he slid inside you again, slowly making you feel every inch. You cried out, hands gripping the sheets desperately.

Jaemin groaned, rolling his hips slow but deep. His cock pressing against a spot that made black spots appear in your vision.

“Oh, my god—”

“That’s it,” he praised, gripping your waist tighter. Watching the way your back arched, how you clenched around him so perfectly.

He was so deep like this, hitting angles that had you completely unraveling beneath him.

“God, you’re perfect for me,” he groaned, his hips snapping forward just a little harder, making you choke on your breath.

His hands traveled down, reaching for your arms, and before you could even react, he pulled you up, pressing your back against his chest. One hand snaking around your waist, the other gripping your throat lightly.

Your moan was sinful, body trembling as Jaemin fucked up into you, the new position letting him bury himself impossibly deep.

“Shit—” Jaemin choked out, pressing his lips to your sweaty temple.

His free hand slid down your stomach, two fingers finding your clit, rubbing torturous circles in time with his thrusts.

You gasped sharply, hands grabbing at his wrists.

“Too much?” He teased, his voice taunting, but the way he was shaking against you, the way his thrusts were growing sloppier, told you he was just as close as you were.

You could only moan, pleasure overwhelming you, his cock dragging against that perfect spot over and over, his fingers pushing you closer—

“Cum for me again, princess.” He said, lips pressed to your jaw, groaning with every thrust. “I want to feel you squeeze me.”

And just like that another orgasm crashed over you, your walls clamping down on him so tight he nearly screamed.

Jaemin cursed, feeling you pulsing around him, dragging him straight into his own orgasm.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck—” His body convulsed, hips stuttering as he filled you up once more, letting go with a strangled moan against your throat.

Jaemin finally collapsed, pulling you down with him. He wrapped himself around you, pressing lazy kisses to your bare shoulder.

His arms tightened, as if he never wanted to let you go.

“God,” Jaemin exhaled, still breathless, lips brushing against your ear.

“I think I might have broken you, princess.”

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