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moominnyu · 3 years ago

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slumber party [heo hyunjun]

🐇🎀 mature content ahead !! minors dont interact

🎀🧸 — pairings: heo hyunjun x gender neutral reader

🎀🧸 — tw: nsfw. handjob. anal fingering. anal penetration. prostate orgasm. semi-public intercourse (do people next door count? idk). dacryphilia. light degradation. one (1) little flick at hyunjun's peepee. mentions of reader's cock (either a silicone one or a flesh one 🤪 up to u)

🎀🧸 — wc: 1660

“we've— we've got to be quiet,” hyunjun breathes out, choked out, one of his hands fly to his mouth when an involuntary moan pushes past his parted lips.

he trembles when you chuckle, thighs tense under your hand as his breath hitches, “quite the audacious thing to say for someone who couldn't keep it in his pants even while visiting his parents,” you mumble against your boyfriend's neck, hot breath that makes him shiver and forces a trail of goosebumps on his pale skin, “now, be still.“

the room is small, cramped, all the lights are off, the air is already dense and the scent of hyunjun is thick. in this room, filled with memories of hyunjun's childhood and early teens, you would have spent the night snooping around his belongings if it weren't for the fact that hyunjun latched onto you the second the door of his old room closed, lips clashing with yours and crotch rubbing against your own with eagerness.

“can't help it,” he had said, lips then latching on your earlobe and releasing it with a soft pop, “been wanting your touch all day.”

so now you have him on his birthday suit, the clothes that he spent an entire hour picking out now laying on the floor by his suitcase. the bed is narrow, it barely fits him alone, never mind the two of you, and it creaks and hits the wall with whatever minimal movement he makes, but hyunjun had urgently climbed to your lap, straddling you while he placed both of your hands on his hips for you to hold him down against you to avoid him squirming around too much.

hyunjun's eyelids flutter shut when you suck on the skin of his neck, soft and salty but so incredibly sweet with his scent. he keens, sucking in a breath through flared nostrils as he tries to shake his hips upwards. your hands remain on his hips, thumb slightly pressing on the skin below his navel, but never really going to that place of his that's now aching. “please,” he mutters, his fingers against his lips.

he's elated when you comply— you aren't always one to listen, especially when it came to wordless, non-specific requests—, he can't help the whimper that gets stuck on his throat when your hand finds his pretty cock, wraps around it with almost a technical expertise and gives him a slow pump, thumbing his sensitive tip.

“already this hard?” you chuckle, voice on a thin whisper, and he mewls under his hand, his reddened cheeks only grow further flustered at your teasing, “does it turn you on that your parents are right next door?” you stroke him languidly, and hyunjun squirms, “that's gross.”

“i'm not, ah, i'm not gross,” hyunjun shakes his head, embarrassed, but he can't help the sincerity in his body; his cock that twitches in your hand at the realization that, yes, his parents are next door and he's about to get his back blown by you in his childhood room. there's something so perverted about it that makes hyunjun's head spin, his body becoming hotter, almost as if he's in heat.

you chuckle again, your other hand leaves his waist to push his bangs out of his sweaty forehead, tenderly, but mocking, “yeah, you are,” your hand leaves his cock and sneaks further below, and he jolts when you fondle his balls, “you're a pervert,” your singsong tone, degrading and taunting, has him writhing above you. he swallows through his dry mouth when he sees you reaching for his bag right beside the bed, “what would mama think? his sweet little boy can't go a weekend without having his ass played with,” after finding the lube bottle in his bag, you slick your fingers with it, “i'd be disappointed.”

and so, he feels it, your index finger, slick with a mix of his own precum and lube, that pokes at his rim. it makes him jerk upwards, involuntarily and sudden, the bed creaks and hits the wall and, luckily, drowns out the moan that rips past his lips. the first finger is always a tight stretch, hyunjun always gasps and tenses up, his eyes tightly closed and hands fisting your jacket.

“hey, baby,” you murmur, that tone of mock disappearing and being replaced by one of worry. you press a kiss to his closed eyelids, then kissing his cheek and moving down to his jaw, “take it easy, yeah? relax.”

he does as said, dropping his full weight on you again, slowly sinking in your finger. pained whimpers turn into pleasured ones, his face once contorted with discomfort soon relaxes into a more gratified one, “yeah, that's it,” you say, lips pressed against the shell of his ear.

hyunjun's breath hitches when you add a second finger, his eyes widen and he jerks upward. he's whimpering softly now, riding your fingers to the best of his ability without making too much of a ruckus. his hands still placed on top of his mouth, you feel him shiver and watch his body react with a jerk when you curl your fingers and brush his prostate. what a goddamn sight he is.

“i'm, mhng,” he chokes out through his fingers, “i want you inside.”

“are you sure?”

“ye—yeah,” he grinds his hips down, head falling to your shoulder, “wanna cum on you.”

when you pull your fingers off him, hyunjun shudders at the loss. you help him off you by holding him up and softly placing him back on the bed. his chest rises and falls back with his laboured breathing, elbows keep him propped up as he follows you with his hooded eyes. his old, spiderman light night, used before to keep away the ugly nightmares, now illuminates your frame with a red-toned light and hyunjun thinks it's so erotic, perhaps also a bit depraved, that he's now watching you prep yourself, readying yourself to fuck him into oblivion, just like how most of his lewd dreams play out.

hyunjun is quick to understand when you seat yourself in the bed, your back resting against the wall and your thighs spread apart, lube dripping down your cock. he eagerly moves towards you when you slide your hands on his waist, gently dragging him to your lap. “aren't you a bit too excited?” you tease, grabbing his hair so that you can pull him down to you for a kiss. he moans against your mouth, his tongue sticking out when you pull away, following the string of saliva that connects it to your lips.

your hands go back to his waist and you turn him around when he tries to finally settle himself in your lap, earning yourself a disappointment pout from hyunjun, “i wanna face you,” he murmurs.

“boo hoo,” you pout, mockingly, before lightly flicking the tip of his cock. hyunjun reacts with a violent jolt, the pain making him fall forward as he covers his mouth to keep down a long moan. the sting is delicious, he feels his cock getting hotter and throbbing. you hold him up by his hips again, “hurry up and sit.”

hyunjun aligns himself with your slick cock. with your hands securely on hips, he lowers himself slowly on it, hands on his mouth to keep his sounds drowned. his heat flutters around your cock as he trembles, eyes closing tightly.

just as he's bottoming out, your grab on his hips get tighter and your hips thrust upwards to meet him halfway. hyunjun bounces up, wide-eyed, his voice breaks as he shrieks in surprise. he feels you right on his tummy, sees the bulge that pokes through his abs, forcing his mind to go blank at the delicious, constant and insistent rub against his prostate.

you push him back against your chest, hugging his waist with one arm as your other hand finds his hard cock and grips it tight.

“‘s good,” hyunjun moans, head falling back on your shoulder, “so good.”

“shh,” you continue pounding into him, each thrust hitting his prostate and forcing choked out moans from him, “want me to leave you like this?” hyunjun shakes his head, desperate, “shut up, then.”

hyunjun arches his back, his hands dropping flat to your thighs as the pleasure gets too much too handle; it makes his vision go white, head hazy, he can no longer remember— or, better said, he no longer cares— where you're at, he continues to chase after his pleasure with shameless shakes of his hips and loud, erratic breaths. your arm leaves his waist to slap your hand over his mouth as a last resort to keep him quiet; you wonder if it's still worth it, considering that the bed has started to creak rather loudly, following the rhythm of your hips.

you know your man like the back of your hand, know what every little jolt or jerk of his body means, know that faraway look on his teary eyes well enough to recognize it immediately: he's already at the edge, “gonna cum already?”

with tears beginning to stick his long eyelashes together, hyunjun nods against your hand. you lean forward to lick the tears rolling down his cheeks with a sufficient smirk, you angle your hips just right to have him squirming, sobbing harder with each thrust.

“go on, cum,” you whisper, and press a wet kiss to his neck.

you feel hyunjun spamming on top of you, and you manage to muffle his choked out cry as his cum comes spurting out of his swollen tip in thick, white strings. you help him ride it out, slowly stroking his cock with your lips pressed against his shoulder, nibbling on the soft skin.

he's panting heavily a couple of seconds after, his head still on your shoulder and blessed out eyes set on a blind spot in the ceiling. you place a kiss to his cheek, “you okay?”

“mhm,” he hums, closing his eyes with a stuttering sigh, “do you think they heard?”

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