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insociometry · 6 days ago

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"Some of the guys would honestly probably get off on jacking off on her thighs or something while she ignores them too so there’s always that as an option" ron!hyunjin would be so willing to do this 🛐🛐🛐🛐

(Referencing this ask!)

NSFW, vaguely post-RON/future fic, ~2k words

You’re lying on the couch on your phone when a shadow falls over you. You ignore it, at first; the summer heat is making you sleepy and lazy, and your boys come to check on you near-constantly as they come in and out, lingering and watching you without any participation needed on your part until something clicks in their alpha brains and they leave you be, satisfied.

This doesn’t seem to be that kind of interaction, though. “Hi bunny,” a voice murmurs sweetly, couch cushion deflating with added weight, “I missed you.”

When your eyes flick up, you find Hyunjin, as expected: kneeling between your legs still in his outside clothes, jeans hanging low on his hips and t-shirt sleeves pushed up to his shoulders. His hands hover loosely over your knees, but when you look at him, they lower, thumbs rubbing loose, light circles into your thighs.

His blockers are wearing off, a smoky, urgent tinge of arousal coloring his scent. When you take a cursory peek, you find a telltale bulge in his jeans.

“Hi, Jinnie,” you say back, smiling at the bashful tinge to his grin, the way he bites his lip cutely. “How was your day?”

“Good,” he murmurs, maintaining eye contact even as he bends down, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your knee that nonetheless makes your pulse flutter. “Need you.”

As he speaks, his eyes flick down your body — nearly bare, only covered with Jeongin’s t-shirt and a pair of panties, unwilling to dress further in the heat. The house has air conditioning but you like letting the temperature stay a little high when you’re home mostly alone, and even with this level of proximity, you warm fast from his body suspended above you.

It’s obvious what’s on his mind, especially as his big hands take to kneading at your thighs, moving steadily down. He subtly spreads your legs in the process, kissing your knee again, then just a little higher, then again, lowering himself each time. At this rate, he’ll be on his elbows in no time — and he knows it, too, eyes already laser-focused on your panties, pierced tongue swiping quick over his lip.

He’s so sexy, and you consider him thoughtfully. Minho fucked you to exhaustion this morning before his later schedule, and you’re still feeling a little shaky in the legs, but—

Then your phone buzzes, and he loses your attention, just like that. Automatically, as you start to read your new text, you bend your leg to pull it closer to yourself, knocking off Hyunjin’s hand in the process.

He pauses, cocking his head to the side, voice soft. “No?”

You hum, reaching out to pat his arm soothingly. “Sorry, Jinnie,” you say, still looking at your phone, “I’m kind of busy.”

It’s not really a no; you all have your own ways to communicate varying levels of disinterest. But it does mean you’re not about to have a full-on romp on the couch. Hyunjin lets you go, sitting back on his knees, thinking.

“Can I just,” he breathes, and when you look up, you find him just as hard, his scent just as pressing, biting his pretty lip and looking at you with big, pleading eyes. As you watch, he hooks his thumb in his waistband, fingers hovering over the bulge in his jeans. “I won’t bother you, but can I…?”

His eyes flick again down your bare legs. You hum, watching him: his pretty face, the elegant line of his nose, the way his bangs are just long enough to fall into his face again. As you watch, he takes a break from the baby-doll eyes to blow a lock away — which makes you laugh, which makes him laugh, beaming at you crescent-eyed like he isn’t asking to jack off over you.

“If you want,” you shrug, continuing to grin as your eyes drag slow down his body. He shivers at even that much attention, hands clenching into fists on his thighs.

Then you flop over, almost kicking him in the process, and return to your phone. There’s a second’s pause before Hyunjin adjusts with the change, hovering above your knees.

You really do go back to your text conversation, so you’re not paying much attention to the sounds behind you: a zipper and a quiet exhale, the sound of spit and then a wet slide. You’re aware of it, in a vague kind of way — but you’re more focused on looking up noodle restaurants with Mikyung. You think Hyunjin would pout to death if he knew — but then, you guess he does. He’s just so desperate to get off that he doesn’t care.

Some time passes — enough that it startles you when Hyunjin’s hand lands on your thighs again. “Sorry,” he mumbles when you jump, pulling away — but you just shake your head, peeking over your shoulder at him.

“It’s okay,” you say, taking the opportunity to check him out again — oversized shirt bunched up under his arms to get it out of the way, muscular chest and abdomen exposed, jeans unzipped and underwear pulled down, his pretty cock clutched in his fist. It’s red and weeping, and when you lick your lips without thinking, it twitches, more pre-cum dripping pearly down his knuckles.

Then you turn back around and wiggle your butt. “You can touch a little,” you say absently, returning to your screen. “Just not too much, okay?”

“Okay,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your tailbone over your shirt before slowly, gently pushing it up. “Thank you.”

You lift to help him bunch it under your waist, exposing your lower back and panties. It’s kind of nice; it’s getting hot quickly with Hyunjin’s body above you and his hand on your skin, settling firm on the small of your back as though to hold you down the way he sometimes does when he fucks you. You arch your back in response as an absentminded, instinctual response. Hyunjin gives you one last kiss — to your shoulder, this time — before returning to his previous spot hovering above your knees.

It’s a little harder to pay absolutely no attention this time, because now that he has permission, Hyunjin is touching you: not excessively, and not even overtly sexually, just the occasional brush of fingers along your thigh, or a hot palm settling above the back of your knee. Still, texts keep coming, so Hyunjin and his lovely hands and lovely cock occupy only a back corner of your mind, even as his pre-cum drips onto your skin, even as little sounds fall from his lips.

It’s taking him a little longer than usual today, made evident by the impatient huff he lets out. Still, his voice when he speaks to you is perfectly sweet and wheedling. “Bunny,” he asks, desperate, nearly shy, “can you talk to me about what you’re up to?”

You glance at him over your shoulder — the sweat on his brow, the pout on his lip, his bangs still falling into his eyes. “It’s really boring,” you say, eyes already straying back to your screen. “Not sexy at all.”

“Everything you say is sexy,” he objects, and you can hear the pout so clearly, even though you aren’t looking at it anymore.

It makes you giggle. “Well, Mikyung wants to hang out soon,” you say absently, “and she has a whole list of places she’s been looking at, so I’ve been looking them up…”

Your voice trails off as a new message comes in. Hyunjin prompts you just a few seconds later, needy and breathless. “Do any look good?”

“They all look good,” you mumble, typing your next message in. “That’s the problem.”

Hyunjin whines at your inattention, but when you continue looking at your phone, he settles down. His hands wander more, though: grabbing at you instead of just touching, taking handfuls of your thighs, kneading at your skin. When he wanders high enough, you jerk — hips jolting up, thighs pressing together. He takes a breath — and at that same moment, you realize, suddenly, that you’re turned on.

It makes sense, you think as you ignore the wandering hands with red cheeks and a bitten lip. A very handsome man that you happen to be in love with is kneeling above you touching you and jerking off. Anyone would be turned on, you decide.

Still, it’s — distracting. Hyunjin never quite goes beyond your ‘not too much’ instruction, but he definitely grows increasingly bold as the scent of your arousal blooms in the air: thumb tucking between your thighs, increasingly high, fingers digging possessively into the flesh, even slipping his fingers under the bottom edge of your panties or grabbing at your ass.

And as a result, it’s harder and harder to focus on your messages. You eventually give in and tell Mikyung your replies might be sporadic, pushing your hips up and back into Hyunjin’s touch. Hyunjin swallows, his scent thick in your throat, hand pushing so high up your leg that it just barely brushes the gusset of your panties.

You gasp, and Hyunjin does, too. “Bunny,” Hyunjin says, raspy and nearly begging, “bunny, can I—”

His hand hovers over your panties, and when you don’t object, he presses his knuckle shallowly into your entrance through the fabric, wet with your slick. You gasp again, head dropping, forehead pressing into the couch — and Hyunjin moans before pulling your underwear to one side and sinking his thumb inside you.

You swallow your moan as best you’re able — but Hyunjin hears it anyway; of course he does. He laughs, breathless and almost disbelieving, the sound of him touching himself growing louder and wetter.

“What about your friend, pretty girl?” he breathes, a teasing, dominant edge creeping over the obedient taffy-pull of him. “I thought you were busy.”

Twisting to glare at him over your shoulder, you say, just as breathless, “And I thought you weren’t going to bother me.”

His thumb crooks inside you like a hook, knocking any thought from your head. His giggle is high and silly, but his voice is dark.

“Is that what I’m doing?” he asks. “Bothering you?”

This time, you don’t bother replying, shakily picking up your phone and unlocking it with the determination that only pure brattiness can supply. Hyunjin laughs again and pulls out of you obligingly, hand leaving you entirely for the first time in a while — only for you to immediately hear the sound of him sticking his thumb in his mouth, sucking on it around a loud, shameless moan.

You’re suitably more distracted for the short period of time it takes for Hyunjin to come, made somehow worse by the fact that he isn’t touching you at all anymore. Instead, you can tell just by the sound that he’s using both hands on himself, and you picture it, because you’ve seen it so many times before: one attending to the head and the other stroking the shaft, wet with his own pre-cum, flushed and thick and pretty. You can picture his expression, the way his brow furrows and his head tosses back, exposing the long line of his neck, his vulnerable throat and bitable Adam’s apple. And you can smell him hurtling towards his peak, especially when you open your mouth to taste it behind your fangs: musky and thick and smoky over that distinct rosy scent, increasingly hot and urgent, making your heartbeat stutter and slick drip down your thighs.

When you’re touching him, you can get Hyunjin so loud it feels like it should be shaking the walls. This time, when it’s just him, he’s quiet; you don’t even realize what that long, drawn out whimper signifies until you feel the hot spill of his come on your thighs.

It’s so much — and it’s always so much, but it surprises you every time, dripping down your skin, pooling where your twitching thighs are pressed tight together. Hyunjin doesn’t even give you the chance to catch your breath before he’s dipping his fingers into his own mess, rubbing it into your skin until you’re absolutely drenched in his scent.

“Mine,” he sighs dreamily, still in that post-orgasm high as he strokes himself a few more times to come down.

And you have a smart reply ready on your tongue — but before you have to chance to actually say it, Hyunjin is yanking your hips up and your panties down, uncaring of the way it makes his still-hot come drip down your legs on its inevitable descent to the cushions below.

“Are you still busy?” he asks, face so close to your now bare pussy that you can feel his breath hot on your skin.

Your pride holds out for about five seconds before you throw your phone to the other side of the couch.

#Mmm I got carried away… This doesn’t totally fit the ask…#Unlike some of the others I don’t really see Hyunnie getting off on being ignored specifically #but I DO think he could get off on like your voice talking about really normal boring stuff #because he’s obsessed with you 💛#ronverse #words #not sfw #ask #anonymous #This is at some undetermined time in the future and has no real bearing on the main plot #but there is at least one (small) actual spoiler here 🤭#unedited as always on this blog sorry hahahahaha #Oh I was going to have MC take a clip from her hair and use it to pin his bangs for him (hence the mentions of his hair in his eyes)!#I forgot 😔#oh woah the time of year is so off too #WHATEVER!!!#ronverse spoilers

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