#hands gripping sink rocking back and forth Do it for knuckles. its his birthday

[karda]

today might suck but at least its knuckles birthday

[webangchan]

✜ private after party ✜ hyunjin x fem!reader 1.4k words kinks and warnings: dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, choking, manhandling, dry humping, dirty talk, mentions of exhibitionism, creampie, cum talk.

You’ve barely made it through the door before Hyunjin has it closed, your back pressed flat against the solid wood. A shallow breath slips from your lips as his hand grips underneath your chin, forcing you to look at him. He’s looming so closely that you’re able to feel his breath along your jawline as his hold tightens.

“Did you have fun tonight?” he asks, a small but fond smile overtaking his features.

“Of course, Jinnie,” you coo, meaning every word of it. It had been a simple dinner out with your shared friends in honor of Chan’s birthday, nothing too fancy. The night had been filled with sharing stories back and forth, laughing at old inside jokes that never failed to cause an uproar, and talking about hopes for the future. “I always have fun with our friends; you know that.”

Hyunjin’s stare intensifies at that, a familiar look clouding his eyes. “Is that so?” he asks, pressing his body closer to yours. “With how you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself under the table, I would’ve thought you were bored.”

You capture your bottom lip between your teeth, giving a cautionary roll of your hips against his own. You’re certain he’ll scold you, tell you off for being impatient, something - instead, his hand drops from its previous position as both reconvene to grab your ass, pulling you flush against him. A low moan escapes you at the limited contact. He’s half-hard beneath his clothes, and all you want to do is feel him properly.

He gives a squeeze to get your attention, and when you look up at him, he laughs softly. “Make me understand, Angel,” Hyunjin says. “Are you so needy that you couldn’t even wait until we got home? You had to risk us getting caught by one of the guys?”

The whine you let out is pathetic. “Just wanted you, Hyunjin,” you say, reaching out to grab his belt. You begin to undo it, moving on to unbutton his pants. Just as you’re about to unzip them, he speaks up, causing you to stop.

“So eager for me, aren’t you?” he asks, laughing again. “First you’re groping me at dinner, then rutting up against me like a whore, and now you’re breaking so, so many rules just to get to my cock. You know I can’t let you get away with that, right?”

Your head shoots up to maintain eye contact as you slide the zipper down. “Let me be a good girl and make it up to you, then,” you say, gently attempting to guide him backwards to the living room couch. He lets you, sitting down on it as you fall to your knees on the floor in front of him, quickly pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

You give him a few strokes before sitting up a little, pressing open kisses along the underside of his dick until you reach the head. Using your thumb, you spread his pre-cum over his slit before taking him into your mouth. The way his hips thrust off the couch before he regains control of himself makes you strangely proud. Taking more into your mouth, you use your hand to cover what your mouth can’t.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock between your lips, Sweetheart,” he says, reaching out to wipe some dribble from your chin. “Think you can take me a little deeper?”

You do as he asks, and the groan you receive in return makes it more than worth it. 

“Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?” he asks. “Just for me.”

Coming off of him with a pop, you bat your eyelashes. “Only for you,” you say, twisting your hand around his member as you continue to jack him off. “Just wanna make you feel good, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin grabs your arm and pulls you up a bit, letting you know he wants you to move. “Get those clothes off, and come sit on my lap, Baby. Straddle me,” he says, patting his thigh. 

When you’re stripped and hovering over him, he wastes no time pulling you in for a kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. You can’t help but smile into the kiss, and your heart nearly bursts when you feel him do the same. You can feel one of his fingers trailing up and down your slit; it takes everything in you to not grind against his hand. But you want to be good, show Hyunjin you can be good for him, so you resist. That doesn’t stop the noises you make when one of his digits finally slips inside of you, curling up against your walls. 

“You’re fucking soaked,” he says, slipping another finger inside of you. “Look how wet you are, Baby. No wonder you were this worked up at dinner.”

His words send heat flying to your cheeks. “Told you how much I wanted you,” you pout, letting yourself move to meet the thrusts of his fingers. “Wanted that cock inside me all night, couldn’t stop thinking about you bending me over the table and fucking me in front of everyone, showing them I’m yours.”

Hyunjin lazily smirks. “You’d like that, huh? Want me to fill you up in front of all our friends, show them how weak I make you? How fucking hard you get me?” he asks, adding another finger inside of you and rubbing his thumb against your clit. “Bet they’d love to see you like that, see how beautiful you are when it’s just me and you, and I’m fucking you stupid.”

You kiss him again as your orgasm rocks your body, sending a shiver down your spine until your toes curl. The thought of all your friends watching while Hyunjin takes you combined with how well he knows your body is just too much to take, and you have to remind yourself how to breathe as you come down from your high. 

He pushes some stray hairs from your face, resting his other hand on your hip. “You wanna ride me, Baby?” he asks, his own breathing labored from how turned on he is. 

Hyunjin only grins when, instead of replying, you take his cock in your hand and line it up with your entrance before sinking down on it in one fluid motion. Both of you hiss, and your arms wrap around his neck to pull his head against your chest. 

“Feel so full, Hyunjin, shit,” you cry, moaning louder as he presses lazy, open-mouthed kisses to your tits. 

“Always so good, Baby. Your pussy was made for me,” he says, pulling out a little before thrusting back up into you. “Can already feel your clenching around me.”

The two of you meet each others’ thrusts, Hyunjin’s hold on your hips tightening as you toss your head back in ecstasy. You’re not entirely positive of the noises you’re making; all you know is his name is leaving your lips like some type of mantra, sacred to only the two of you.

He hisses your name. “Look at me,” he says. “Want you to look at me when you come undone around me. Gonna make you come then fill you up so good.”

As your fingers trail down to your clit, you know you’re close again already. Your eyes find Hyunjin’s, and in response, he presses his lips to yours. His kiss is needy, frantic, as if his life depends on it. As you begin to feel the knot in your stomach releasing, you can feel Hyunjin emptying his load inside of you - once, twice, and then the last of it. 

Orgasming at the same time is rare, and it only seems to add to the intimacy of it all. 

He stills inside you, but he doesn’t bother pulling out as you rest against him, your chest pressed to his as his arms wrap tightly around you. After a few minutes for both of you to regain composure, he speaks up as he trails the knuckles of one hand up and down your spine.

“You all right, Baby?” he asks, softly, gently, as if you’ll shatter if he speaks too loudly. 

“So fucking good. You always make me feel good,” you say, pressing a kiss to his neck. “Can we - Again?”

He laughs once more as he nods, running his fingers through his hair as you pull away to look at him. “Let’s get some water and then head upstairs,” he says. “We’ve got all night, and you have a lot to make up for.”

You can’t wait to see what he has in mind.

[honestsycrets]

His Fuck

❛ pairing | modern!hvit x reader

❛ type | oneshot

❛ summary | reader catches hvitserk talking pretty to another girl. when she runs away, he suprisingly follows.

❛  warnings | fuck buddies, open relationships (kinda), jealousy, chasing, bad hvit, fuckboy hvit

❛ sy’s notes | written for @geekandbooknerd (its not letting me tag her)’s man crush may. @cris101071 wasn’t able to do a few prompts this go around so I added them into mine after talking to her about a confusion I had. 

❛ prompts | “Did you mean the things you said?” + “We’re… just friends.” + “Youre so hot when youre mad” + “It was you the whole time” + “I still remember how you taste”

Your flats hit the fake, beige tile of the floors of your university hard. Clicking up from the first floor to the steps, you might have heard the squick of his boots in hot pursuit. In situations like this, you’re that much more grateful for the elastic strap across your foot. However, the only thought on your mind were the words. Those god awful words that made your stomach churn into a wretched despair.

We’re just friends, he said. Your eyes squeeze together, shutting in the tears. You don’t want them to wet those cute little falsies that your brother had bought you for your birthday or run the slick eyeliner that flicked off your eyelid.

“Baby girl-- come back,” he’s undoubtedly skidding to a stop just at the base of the staircase, trying to find the sight of your cute dark red skirt puffing in the wind you caused by running up the stairs. “Son of a bitch.”

His voice is breathless. Perhaps he was chasing you since the incident at the student union where you had seen him. You breach the base of the forth floor, flinging the door separating the stairs from a placid, wide hallway. Instead of walking down another flight of stairs, you turn into the bathroom on your heels. The back of your feet are raw with the friction of the back of the flat grinding, skin sloughed off and likely raw. They’re ready to blister.

It’s one of your last concerns. First and foremost, you take a napkin from the dispenser and urge it against your eyelids, drying up the tears over your cheeks, lightly dusted with a champagne highlighter to compliment your make up.

As you stand over the countertop with sectioned off sinks, you remind yourself over and over. He’s just a boy. There are plenty of boys in the world. That one-- that one just felt like he was yours.  There’s a sudden woosh of air behind you. A loud squeak marks someone else coming in. You tense, rationalizing that it could not have been who you thought it was. This was the girl’s bathroom.

With a rush of pressure, you’re suddenly pinned between the bathroom countertop and some hips. A male, you realize. If not by the musculature, by the sensation of his cock behind lazy joggers, hardening against your silk panties. Then you remember-- Hvitserk has no shame.

“Shit, I fuckin’ forgot. You’re hot when you’re mad.” Hvitserk slurs the words, thick with his heavy accent. He leans forward against your back, his breath hot on your neck. Hvitserk’s muscular arms turn around your waist, slipping into your panties past your cute miniskirt. He palms your cunt, massaging with his whole palm.

“Stop--”

“You still mad at me baby?” he says as if it wasn’t just a few minutes ago. Fifteen, at the most. He acts as if the incident happened a month off! He glides his fingers into your folds, digits massaging until you become soaked for him. His cock grinds into your ass, rocking between the crack. Your hand drops to his thick wrist, stopping him where he is. Despite the pleasure shooting up from his fingers, you’re still upset with him.

“Why don’t you go with her?” You say, realizing that his fingers could very well be wet with the pleasure of another woman. And the other women he had before he came to you. Hvitserk bites back the grimace on his lips. Not exactly what he wanted to hear after he ditched the girl for you. “I’m just a ‘side dish,’ aren’t I?”

So maybe he said that.

“I didn’ mean that.” Hvitserk husks in your ear, thick with his foreign tongue. Since he came here, you had been his top fuck. He had twins, that cute little mixed Arab girl with a gorgeous face and a deliciously plump body, the Mexican girl he mostly… could never understand-- and you.

“Did you mean the things you said?” you ask while tightening your hand on his wrist.

“Jus’ a little fuck baby. She’s nothin’ special. It was you the whole time.”

Even as he says that, you have a hard time believing it. It could be the exact same thing that he told Alejandra or Samia and… Hvitserk’s lips connect with the side of your neck, puffing his words in barely so much as a moan. You exult in his next words, damning yourself for doing so.

“I still remember how you taste.” His fingers sway over your cunt once again, letting so much as his middle finger dip into your sweet hole. You gasp out once he pushes fully to the last knuckle, flicking his finger forward and back.

“Hvitserk…”

He has you. He knows it. He can just feel it. Hvitserk stretches you around his fingers once more, looking over his shoulder. No one is around. No one would be around. They would all be at the game, even those useless ass university guards. He withdraws his fingers, turning you around and lifting you up onto the black countertop. Hvitserk knocks open your legs, dragging your hips to the edge. With your back against the cold mirror, you support yourself from sliding off by pushing your hand across the pocky surface of the wall.

“Spread them.” Hvitserk commands while getting down onto his knees. The floor is filthy. So what? He wasn’t going to worry about it when he had some Grade A pussy looking to be harvested. His hand snakes into his joggers, delighting in his victory when you shyly part your legs. His cock twitches in the cool air, and playfully he gives it a sparse few jerks before leaning in.

His fingers hook at the side of your panties, dragging them over your ass and down your smooth legs. He could care less where they ended up after that. For the time being, he’s been forgiven. It won’t last, he knows, but he’ll take it for now. One of his hands snake around the root of his cock, jerking himself lazily to maintain his arousal.

Hvitserk’s mouth is on you in seconds, his familiar loud slurping leaves your eyes tight. It’s familiar, the way he eats of you, wet kisses encompassing the outside of your cunt up until he finds your clit, hidden away like the little prize it was. You flinch, expecting the worship of a prince toward his princess, but Hvitserk suckles it between your lips. Then, with a swish of his teeth, he gives a playful nip to your skin.

Your knees knock together against his head, finding you can’t stop him from doing just what he wants. Deliciously pointless. To your relief, his tongue sways its way back down your core. Despite your face now grinding up against his, he slips the tip of his tongue against your entrance and glances up, hoping to catch the range of emotion spreading across your face.

“Please--” You find yourself aching with your need to cum over his face, nudging him with your needy legs back up. Hvitserk lifts his head, a few stray pieces of his honey coloured hair having fallen out of his bun in his run. A hand leaves the wall and you pull him forward by his bun. “Finish me off.”

Your whining reaches his ears. He lifts his head, rolling his wet lips into his mouth as if he had just eaten a delicious popsicle. Then turning his head, he nips your inner thighs.

“Lemme finish eatin’.” He commands, licking his way up your core. He deliberately avoids your clit, and you whine, kicking off the panties hanging from your ankle. A wily hiss falls from your lips. Not good enough--

“Then… then finger fuck me.”

Fuck, Hvitserk’s hips rut into the nothingness of air. If only there were two of you, that would be perfect. To quell your complaints, he coats a finger in your slick, rolling to coat it. It glides smoothly inside your walls-- and to hell with whatever women he had before. For now, right here, he was yours.

He presses them deep, curling them as he beckons them back out. Your feel yourself tightening, denying yourself the jerking motion that you so desire. Everything is throbbing from your toes to your fingers, but most of all, your core clenches. A wet gush spills from your cunt and greedy Hvitserk follows the source, licking over your entrance and his own moistened fingers for every last drop.

“More--” He lifts his hand from his cock toward your clit, grinding his thumb over your clit over and over until your eyes are seeing nothing at all. Not the nasty stalls or the little girl with a poofy ponytail that peeps and dashes away. Only the motion of his thumb massaging you to a finish, blinded by a hard force and a familiar tinkle of fluids dribbling between your cheeks. He draws his fingers out when you come to your right mind, focused upon the light drip of fluid over the countertop.

“Fuckin’ shit.” Hvitserk mumbles, popping his drenched fingers free. His neat bun is wrecked by your pawing motion at his head. Strands of his long hair flop down his back. Hvitserk staggers to stand, nudging you with the underside of his shaft. He grasps the root, slapping your oversensitive cunt with his arousal.

“Think you can take more?”

You nod, shifting off the countertop and turning around. Hvitserk lazily grips your hip with one hand, bending his knees so that he might have a perfect thrust. He pumps himself forward in one smooth thrust.

“Ngh,” you gasp, turning your head up to him. “As long as its you.”

“Tha’s what I like to hear.”

Because after all, Hvitserk didn’t share.

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