#kwak jiseok smut

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WILD CHERRY: PART TWO

⌞ PART ONE ⌝ || ⌞ SPIN-OFF ⌝

pairing: non-idol!hyeongjun x fem!reader x non-idol!jiseok

genre: smut, slice of life ( 18+ ) ── 6.2k words

you thought what happened between you, your best friend jiseok, and his friend han hyeongjun, was going to be one unforgettable summer night that you won’t be repeating in the future, but looks like fate has other plans for the three of you

✎… childhood friends au, skaterboy!jiseok, threesome, light sub/dom dynamics, unprotected sex, pet names, oral sex (f/m), dry humping, handjobs, marking, creampie, multiple orgasms, cum play

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“You two are being really weird.”

The sudden words cause your stomach to drop. The anxiety coils tighter inside as Jiseok narrows his eyes.

He looks intrigued. No, not intrigued - suspicious.

“Really, really weird. Is something wrong?”

You glance at Hyeongjun - immediate regret. His expression is calm to the point of irritation, but there’s a flicker in his eyes if you look closely.

“No, w-what are you talking about?” You force a chuckle. It comes out too fake, too thing.

Hyeongjun only shakes his head dismissively once. It fools no one.

“I don’t know…” Jiseok leans back slowly, analysing the awkward body language between you and his friend. “You’re just… weird. Together.”

You move almost in sync, you and him. As if your bodies have been familiar with one another.

Jiseok can recognise sexual tension when he sees it. And the one radiating in the room is between you and Hyeongjun. It catches him off guard at first, but the more he observes, the more certain he becomes of something else: he’s not jealous.

Maybe it’s because of the conversation you had before he left - where you both agreed your friendship is too important to try forcing something more out of it, especially with the distance between you. Maybe it's because he feels like he's known you for eternity, and he wants you to be with someone who can offer you stability, something calm, safe and permanent. But before that, more than anything he wants to you to explore and have fun.

It seems like that's what you've been doing, and he's happy to see it.

“It’s just…” He scratches his chin, shifting his gaze from you to Hyeongjun and back. “It looks like you’re more interested in each other than in your friend who's been gone for months. It hurts my feelings a little bit.”

He turns away with an exaggerated pout. Not for long, because he doesn’t want to miss the change of your expression.

“You haven’t exactly given us a chance to speak in the past half hour.” Hyeongjun's the first one to break the silence by scoffing.

“Okay then, what have you been up to?” Jiseok leans forwards. He picks up his beer, taking a slow sip before asking: “Have you hung out after I left town?”

“Me and him?” Even you can hear the contemplation in your voice as you point at Hyeongjun who's sitting beside you - not too close, but definitely not too far either.

It’s time to tell Jiseok the truth.

three months earlier

Are you always going to search for Jiseok in every guy you go on a date with?

It seems like every time you meet someone new, you end up comparing them to him. The way they talk, the way they think about certain things, even the way they look at you, the way they compliment you. A part of your brain is always holding them up to a standard somehow he created in your eyes.

You're not sure if it's a good idea or just a foolish mistake. Judging by the number of unsuccessful dates you had in the last few months... it's the latter.

There's nobody else like him out there, you know it - that’s what makes him special. Besides the fact he happens to be your best friend and first (unrequited) love. Strangely, that truth doesn’t sting like a wound anymore. It doesn’t make you angry or sad. It just is.

Hopefully that should be enough for your brain to stop searching for pieces of him in everyone else.

You step out of the coffee shop from yet another disaster of a date to complain to your friends about. As you do, you quickly pull out your phone to delete the number of the guy - you won’t be needing it again.

The moment you’re about to lock your phone, you see a new message popping on your screen. Your lips easily curl into a smile.

16:04 [🛹 Jiseok] How’s the date going?

He remembers.

16:04 [Y/N] I just deleted his number

16:05 [🛹 Jiseok] Yikes

16:05 [🛹 Jiseok] Hahaha

Your fingers hover to type a response, but you wince, suddenly bumping shoulders with someone in the passing crowd.

When your eyes look up - it's Hyeongjun.

He looks just as surprised by the sudden encounter.

“It’s you.” He says softly, more to himself than to you. He cannot believe you’re standing in front of him again after that one summer night. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

For a moment, neither of you says a thing. You're simply gazing into each other’s eyes as the memories unfold into your minds one by one, forcing both of you to glance down shyly at the pavement.

“How are you doing?” You ask slightly breathless. Your fingers fumble as you slip your phone back into your bag, and only then do you notice the slight tremble in your hands.

“I’m good,” he says quietly, nodding. “Just heading to this art supply store, I need a few things for class. Uhm, what about you? What’re you up to?”

“Oh, I was at a café,” you reply, offering a small, polite smile. “Now I’m heading home.”

“Are you in a rush?” Hyeongjun tilts his head a little, focusing his eyes more comfortably on you now. He notices the way your lips part to respond, but now words come out just yes, so he adds: “You can come with me if you want.”

Your heart stumbles from a light, exciting thrill. And in that moment you answer.

“Sure.”

Hyeongjun opens the door, letting you enter the store first.

It's not far from the coffee shop you were at earlier, just a few minutes walk. While walking, you talked mainly about Jiseok - his most recent social media posts, his new small business with designing custom skateboard decks. What he's been up to in general.

None of you brought up what happened between the three of you.

Of course, the time and place isn’t exactly ideal to discuss something intimate like that, but you can't help but wonder... Will he ever mention it? Will you?

You’ve never done anything out of the ordinary like that before in your life - what if the moment you're waiting for never comes, and that just stays unspoken forever?

Hyeongjun pulls out a slightly crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and starts speaking to the cashier, a middle aged man. You secretly watch their interaction while browsing the place, running your fingers along sketchbooks and tubes of paint, but your attention keeps drifting back to them.

You can’t tell if they know each other personally, or if Hyeongjun is a regular and the man’s grown fond of him.

His hair has gotten a bit longer since the last time you saw him, and is put up in a half ponytail that compliments his sharp features very well. His graphic tee is styled with an oversized pleated shirt on top and simple black jeans. You watch him take out his phone from the back pocket, and for an unknown reason that brings the memory of the sound his zipper made in the darkness of the deserted park.

A hot wave washes over you.

“Do you need something?”

A moment later, Hyeongjun appears behind you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You tell him you’re good, and since he’s gathered everything he needed, together you head towards the door - only to find out it’s raining outside.

It's been less than twenty minutes, but the sky has gotten dark and the rain seems to get more intense.

You sigh with disappointment, but before you can comment, the cashier calls out to Hyeongjun. He hands him an umbrella; he always keeps an extra one and wants him to take it, he says.

Hyeongjun thanks him, promising to return it tomorrow.

You step outside, hiding underneath it; the sudden closeness of your bodies creates a ball of excitement in your stomach, making you wonder what may follow from now on.

“Please, take it.” Hyeongjun speaks; raising his tone slightly to overpower the rain. “The bus stop isn't far, I don’t mind getting wet.”

“Actually, I live closely…” You fight the small nerves that slow down your speech by confidently facing him all of a sudden. “Do you want to come over for tea?”

Hyeongjun smiles. A quiet, sincere smile, saying yes.

And that’s how you two end up in your apartment - after the only encounter you’ve had was the day after Jiseok returned for summer break.

Now, it’s October, and you’re surprised you haven’t bumped into each other at least once in the hallways of the university you both attend. You chat a lot about it - school, your majors, tricky assignments, good and bad professors… and many more things.

As the hours pass by, and the heavy rain continues to pour, you begin to bring up Jiseok less and less. His name stops feeling like something that needs to appear in your conversation just because of the circumstances that led to you knowing each other; and now, both of you feel much smaller amount of that weird type of guilt - the one that creeps in whenever you forget, even for a moment, about your mutual friend.

“Oh, it’s almost time for dinner.” You comment surprised by how fast the time has passed. You raise from your seat to make some more tea. “I can make us something quick to eat if you’re hungry.”

“Sure, whatever you want.”

Hyeongjun keeps an eye on you as you walk around the small kitchen area, refilling his mug. His fingers tap on the table nervously.

“You know…” He mumbles, gathering the courage to make his confession before you turn to face him. “I really wanted to text you after what happened that day, but… I don’t know, I chickened out I guess.”

You move his mug aside and start filling up your own.

“It’s okay, I understand.” You reply softly, eyes focused down on your hands. “I would’ve felt the same way. Even now…” You pause for a brief moment, analysing the emotion you felt the minute you ran into him; it's still lingering.

“It’s odd?” Hyeongjun guesses with a half-smile as you pick up your drinks.

“Yeah, odd.” You chuckle along, relieved this isn't awkward like you expected it to be.

“But I don’t regret it.”

Your eyes flicker to Hyeongjun’s face as you place the boiling drink in front of him. Your movements slow down once you register his words.

His voice turns lower, quieter as he shares more of his thoughts.

“I liked it… watching you like that.” His gaze travels up your legs which are near him, almost too close, then all the way to your eyes. “I hope you don’t mind me telling you that.”

“No,” you say as you still in one place, “I don’t, I enjoyed what happened too.”

There’s almost nothing left from the awkwardness you felt on the street hours ago. Just a mutual understandment. A mutual desire.

You lock eyes, successfully holding onto the contact, feeling how it turns more intimate with each passing second. The air around you shifts, growing thicker with tension as you step closer. Suddenly, you’re between his knees, and as the fingertips of your one hand glide on the table, grounding you into the moment, Hyeongjun’s palms attach to the back of your thighs.

You haven't done anything yet. But the warmth radiating from his gaze is intoxicating, causing your pupils to dilate as you watch him wet his lips; they emit a soft sigh as you take off your shirt while maintaing your position.

He hasn’t forgotten how gorgeous your boobs are. He still remembers their irresistible shape, their appetising nipples with the prettiest color, and he’s called himself a pervert multiple times for that.

He takes in the sight of your half-naked body, wondering how he even got here in the first place.

Then, his hands finally move. They crawl up to your ass before slowing down at your waist, wanting to savour the nice feeling of your naked skin. Eventually, his fingers make the lingerie slip to the ground, and his mouth meets your breasts.

Now, you’re the one sighing from the way he sensually sucks on your left boob while your other one is nicely caressed from his hand. His tongue feels so exciting, wet and gentle, as he twirls it around your hardened bud. He tugs at it lightly before letting his lips roam on other parts of you.

“Have you thought about me?” The question escapes you before you have the chance to hold back.

You want to know.

“Yes,” he utters; his hands cautiously unbutton your pants. “So many times.”

You help him tug them down, then straddle his lap with hands on both sides of his face. Seconds later, you’re kissing. Deeply, not rushing anything, but instead, taking the time to really get familiar with how your lips move together.

Yes, you’ve done it before, but it feels entirely different when nobody is watching.

You slowly open mouths, allowing each other to taste the tip of your tongues. That sparks something even stronger in your tummy - it makes you press yourself harder into Hyeongjun’s crotch, and he releases a small gasp which you swallow with pleasure.

The growing hunger has you deepening the kiss, then biting his bottom lip with your teeth. In response, his erection twitches against his pants, but you don't get to feel as you escape his embrace the same moment.

The boy's eyes, slightly dazed from lust, follow your movements which lead to you stripping him from his jeans, taking his hard cock in your palm.

His mouth drops open as your fist confidently begins to smear the already leaking essence. He watches your touch twist around him, feeling the rush in his core grow stronger; how it bubbles as his gaze alternates between your speedy palm, your fluttering lashes as you stare down at his flushed tip, and at your boobs, jiggling as you kneel between his legs.

“Mmm…” he humms quietly at the first contact of your tongue - travelling from base to head, then against the sticky sides. Teasing him a little bit before finally inviting him into your mouth.

You notice that he continues repressing any other sounds by biting his bottom lip eagerly, by clenching fists - no matter how quickly you bob your head up and down. It's unfortunate, because you crave to hear him.

Maybe he needs more time, or maybe he’s just not very vocal. You’re excited to find out.

You bring your glossy lips up. You suck gently around the swollen mushroom shape, enjoying its salty taste as your hand keeps twirling around the base. The slow, sensual way you begin to pump the oozing tip of his cock, simply with your lips, causes Hyeongjun's head to fall back. His chest starts to raise in a new, more overwhelming pace.

He’s unsure how, but he manages to force his hand to stop what you’re doing. The pressure in his body has gotten too high - few more seconds between your lips can put an end to this, and he doesn’t want that just yet.

He swipes his thumb along your slick mouth; the black nail polish contrasts nicely against your plush lips, against the row of your front teeth.

As if the two of you are thinking of the same thing - at the same time, - you both raise in sync, only for Hyeongjun to push you back against the table.

The same two fingers that explored your face seconds ago, now slide down your stomach to find your panties. When they sneaks inside, you moan softly on the instant, feeling an immediate delight. Your legs separate some more, your back arches from the thrill of your clit gaining the much needed friction.

“Have you thought about me?” Hyeongjun speaks out for the first time in minutes.

Your eyes open weakly to look at him - the circles he makes causes even your brain to function slower. Your stomach clenches from the coming pleasure as you keep yourself steady with hands propped on the surface.

“Yeah, I have.” A louder moan escapes your throat the moment Hyeongjun’s fingers push through your walls.

He leans in to kiss your jaw, sloppily making his way down your neck.

“Fuck—“ he exhales against your skin as the wetness welcomes him.

He doesn’t just feel it, he can hear it too, especially when he quickens his wrist. The lewd noise spreads throughout the kitchen, mixing with the heavy sounds of the rain banging against the near windows.

The pleasure he feels simply by the feeling of your arousal is unbelievable.

“I was hoping to see you around,” he admits simultaneously curling his fingers up.

“I did t-too.” You mutter, gripping Hyeongjun by the shirt, pulling his face even closer to kiss him one more time. When you detach, you can't help but whine as your needs only grow more intense. “Please, Hyeongjun…”

Hyeongjun’s stomach swirls with excitement at your pleasant voice pleading for him shamelessly, and he doesn’t wait any longer. He needs you just as bad too.

He pulls out of you and removes his underwear completely. Just as quickly, he guides you to sit on top of the table, then slides into you with ease.

You feel just as good and warm as he imagined, but even tighter than he expected.

His eyes squeeze shut from all the overwhelming emotions clashing together once he makes the first slow motions; yours stay half-open, blinking weakly to catch a glimpse of Hyeongjun’s changing expressions as you take him.

“Fuck…” he mutters and his head drops low. “Fuck—“ His voice dips more vulnerable.

As he picks up the pace of his hips, your hand shifts to hide inside his hair. Your fingers loosely grip on a few locks as your mouth opens wider - the way his cock thrusts inside you, almost too perfectly, has you rapidly overwhelmes you. He moves deeper, hitting at your cervix eagerly.

“Yes,” you moan, tugging his hair harder. His grip that helps you keep your bend knees open turns stronger too. “Yes, yes, oh god—“

“You feel so good…” Hyeongjun slows down, bottoming out as your foreheads touch. Your faces are washed out and close like never before. “I knew you’d feel amazing.”

Once his words force your vision upon him, you realise you haven't even thought of taking his shirt off from being so needy and impatient. You finally strip him from the final piece of clothing, then you use the moment to change positions.

You step on the kitchen floor, bending over for him.

Hyeongjun's hands sqeeze at your butt cheeks, already fantasising about finishing all over your beautiful back. Despite you being wet enough, he still takes some of his spit with his fingers and spreads the moisture along your folds. He’s already obsessed with the feeling of your intimate lips, warm and slick against his palm; he’ll use every opportunity to touch them.

That’s when it hits you - how aroused he’s got you. To the point this light and brief caressing has the scorching rush in your body reacting on the instant.

Once he pushes himself back inside you, Hyeongjun doesn’t waste time. He starts pounding into you, crashing his hips against yours, digging fingertips into your skin. Your pleasant sounds rising highly at the speed of his thrusts adds to his arousal.

This time, your voice has even bigger effects on him than it did that summer night though, - because you don’t have a reason to be quiet. You let yourself be as loud as you need, as demanding as you want by telling him to go faster.

“I’m so c-close…” you whimper as your cunt pulses around Hyeongjun intensely. The wooden surface paints the side of your face red; your fingers grip the edges of the table tightly as your peak nears.

Without hesitation, Hyeongjun pulls you against his chest. One hand finds your clit, the other gently rests around your throat as he proceeds to fuck you till the orgasm washes over you.

Your walls clench so hard, tightening the knot inside his core like never before. Once the sensation bursts inside your veins, Hyeongjun endures the pressure by groaning into your shoulder, grazing his teeth against your skin while slowing down the pace against your clit.

“You’re so pretty.”

It's the only thing he says as he carefully lets you out of his arms after you made the most captivating sound of pleasure he’s ever heard.

His cock, slippery from your essence twitches in the air as he watches you lean back against the table like you did a moment ago.

“Come here.” Your lips form an irrisistible smile; his too.

You spit inside your palm. Your hand wraps around him in one perfect fist.

As you enjoy the feeling of how hard and needy his cock throbs against your touch, you think about the fact how easily you can cum again like this - just from touching yourself for a minute to the sight of his face going from one ecstatic emotion to another.

“Shit… I-I need to—“ He chokes as his mouth waters.

“Yeah?” You glance down at his leaky tip with a smile. “Go ahead, you can cum all over me.”

Your words push Hyeongjun over the edge and his mind goes blank.

The arousal sprays onto your stomach, reaching your chest. He releases it all onto your naked body, letting out the most melodious whimper.

The first moment after his rush fades, Hyeongjun feels as though he needs to get pinched to make sure this is real; that this really just happened.

Undeniably, the same kind of excitement buzzes inside you as well, as you take some of his cum on your fingers, curious to find out what he tastes like.

present day

“We’ve been seeing each other.”

When you shoot Jiseok a glance, seeing his lips curve wasn't really what you expected.

You're not sure what exact reaction you expected to get from him, but seeing him smile immediately surprises you.

“I knew it.” He nods few times. “You both suck at hiding it.”

You can’t tell if he’s laughing because he’s upset or because he finds it genuinely funny.

Hyeongjun speaks up first.

“Are you mad?”

“About what?”

“That I like her.”

Hearing Hyeongjun say it out loud makes your heart skip a beat.

Jiseok remains silent for a brief moment that keeps you on edge.

He shakes his head before speaking up with a calm, sincere tone.

“No, I just don’t understand why you both tried to hide it from me.”

“It hasn’t been very long,” you say, catching a glimpse of Hyeongjun nodding to support your words. We wanted to see where this is going first. Then, when you told us that you’re visiting we mutually decided it would be better to tell you in person.”

It’s the truth.

You and Hyeongjun still haven’t talked about turning what you have into a committed relationship yet. You’re getting to know each other without rushing anything, without putting labels and thinking too much of the future.

But what you’ve established just recently is that neither of you are interested in seeing other people anymore.

“I appreciate that.” Jiseok gives you a genuine smile that slightly fades as he turns to Hyeongjun. “I knew you’ll hit on her sooner or later.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” His friend huffs from the other end of the couch. He definitely doesn't approve of how that phrase was worded.

“Everyone likes Y/N.” Jiseok comments simply.

He doesn’t look at you when he says it. Instead, he drops his gaze to the floor, and that makes you a little bit sad, and a little bit relieved at the same time. If that's even possible.

“But you’re a good match, I really hope it works out for you two.” He finally looks up. “I will find out if you don’t treat her right, you know that.”

“Jiseok.” You warn him with a frown on your face.

Jiseok only snickers at your before heading for another drink.

Using the little bit of privacy you have, you get closer to Hyeongjun, placing a hand on his thigh.

“It went well.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, leaning over to feel your lips.

Kissing him has turned into the fastest way for you to escape your reality.

As your lips stay connected, you completely forget about anything around you; you’re able to feel and think about Hyeongjun and him only.

Hyeongjun’s muscles slightly tense as your hand keeps gliding around his thigh, too close to his crotch area.

You recognise the subtle change in his posture, and the way his mouth becomes more sloppy. You decide to move on his lap.

On the instant, your name slips from his wet lips as a soft warning.

“It’s okay, we’re just kissing.” You murmur against his lips.

And then, Jiseok’s complain bursts out behind your back.

“Great, I’m the third wheel now.” He slouches back into the sofa, giving you one last look of judgment before grabbing his phone. “It’s fine, you can keep making out. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Just a few more.” You whisper playfully to Hyeongjun so only he can hear.

It was supposed to be few more kisses, nothing more.

Jiseok said making out not fucking.

Yet, here you are, sitting on his friend’s lap, moaning against his lips as his hands roam all over your ass. The skirt you’re wearing scrunches in his fingers. One wrong move and Jiseok will be able to see the colour of the panties you’re wearing.

Before that happens, he looks away.

Determined to ignore you from now, he opens up his Instagram account. The girl he met at the start of the new semester, - the one he hooked up with not long after, - has left a comment on his last skating video. She also commented on his story, asking how he’s doing back home.

She was a fun time, now that he thinks about it. Maybe he can head home and give her a call… The pressure in his pants tells him that’s not a bad idea.

A certain noise shifts Jiseok’s gaze away from his phone screen.

You have no shirt on anymore.

He rolls his eyes in annoyance, unable to dismiss the way Hyeongjun’s hands push your hips down on him.

He knows this guy is not very aware of his own strength so your cunt must have received a right amount of friction. The idea of your folds getting more and more aroused as you keep rocking back and forth like that makes Jiseok’s mouth water.

He doesn’t even realise how his jaw has dropped like one of a cartoon character.

At once, Hyeongjun hikes up your skirt and the pretty view of your underwear forces Jiseok to imagine the way it’s sticking to your wet pussy - which, judging by the eager motions of your hips, is begging to be eaten out.

“I’m going home.”

Jiseok forces himself on his feet. He should get far away from here before his boner gets worse, and his thoughts unbearable. He’ll go home and just watch porn, that's the plan.

Yeah, that sounds better, why complicate things for himself by calling a girl?

“We can meet up in the weekend if you guys are free.” He heads towards the door avoiding laying eyes on you. “I’m leaving next Friday.”

“Wait!” You peek from your shoulder. “Won’t you give me a hug before you leave?”

Your eyes sparkle as you watch Jiseok walk up to you.

It’s from all of the kissing, he figures.

You leave Hyeongjun’s lap, and still kneeling on the couch, you reach to wrap hands around your friend, nuzzling into his chest.

“Text me when you get home.”

Jiseok laughs quietly, patting your head.

“Okay, mom.”

You back away, suddenly startled as Jiseok's cellphone slips from his hand.

Sighing, he squats down, cussing at the possibility of his screen cracking again. Fortunately, it’s all good.

When he looks up, he notices the bright sparkles in your gaze again - the twinkles lure him in, and though he shouldn't, he stays at the level of your eyes, finding it difficult to rise up. Your lips are close, your hands are close… just like before.

But he shouldn’t.

He wants to, but it’s wrong.

Yet, kissing you is exactly what he does.

Your lips clash together for one long kiss that has Jiseok’s mind foggy - with lust, confusion and frustration. That welcomes back memories with taste of sweet wild cherry.

Until he breaks the fantasy by stepping back.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles immediately after. “I shouldn’t have…”

The shame has him looking at his feet. But surprisingly, when his friends speaks up, he sounds unbothered.

“It’s nothing you haven’t done before.” Hyeongjun says quietly. “It’s fine as long as it is with her too.”

You assure Jiseok that he did nothing wrong. A moment passes till he process that, and once he does - he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you again.

He is so chaotic. Each touch of Hyeongjun’s comes as if it’s precisely thought out, at its own time and pace, meanwhile Jiseok still surprises you with the way he manhandles you - as if it’s the last time he’s going to touch you.

Maybe it is, and that’s what makes him so greedy and impatient right now.

He grips your boobs through your bra before deciding to tug the lace down so he can see them whenever he wants.

You sigh with bliss as he kisses his way down to your pussy, still kneeling on the floor. The excitement lingers strongly inside you until it rises from his firm fingers removing your panties. His breath on your clit sends you shivers after you spread your legs, slouching on the couch.

As that unfolds, your hand reaches for Hyeongjun’s cock - he freed his erection earlier when the three of you realised where this is going. His precum is already dripping down the side of his length, and you smear it slowly, stroke after stroke.

Even if you want to move your hand quicker, you might not be able to maintain the speed, because of Jiseok’s mouth diving into you intensely. The thrill of his quick tongue causes your body to jerk, and the view of the living room spin.

“Oh my god…” Your spare hand tugs on his hair trying to help you keep some of the composure you still have left.

But the sensation builds up so fast. He licks and sucks, and some of his sounds are even louder than yours, despite being muffled to some extent from your soaked flesh.

You open eyes to see Hyeongjun getting closer to kiss you. His one hand caresses your boob, then moves to wrap around your neck as you whine louder before he silence you with his lips.

The warm growing rush turns you dizzy, but you do your best to keep moving your fist. You want him to feel good too.

You also try to look into his dark eyes for longer, but at one point you fail asJiseok shoves two fingers inside you, pumping them right against the desired spot.

“Cum one more time for me,” he utters, lifting up his gaze upon your face. “One more, like last time.”

A confident smirk appears on his lips once he feels you’re seconds away from where he wants you to be.

Once it hits you, Jiseok’s cock twitches at the hypnotising sound of your voice braking from pleasure. It’s so satisfying, not having to cover your mouth, and being able to hear the way he makes you feel.

He empties your pussy, then gives it a light smack before rising on his feet.

You and Hyeongjun are left on the couch together and your eyes meet with the same energy from that summer night; like you’re about to kiss for the very first time.

He tosses his shirt to the floor, but you keep your skirt on when you go to sit on his cock, after wetting his erection nicely using the arousal Jiseok brought you.

You’re pretty sure they both like watching you in that skirt by the way they cannot stop staring at the clothing, gripping on it too.

“Ah, you’re so…” Hyeongjun’s words stop there as he throws his head back, baffled by the amazing feeling as he keeps hands on your hips. “Baby, you’re so…”

“Wet?” You try to guess how his thought continues. You lift up your ass extra slowly, holding your skirt around your waist so Jiseok who’s sitting behind you, can see the nice grip of your cunt. “Tight?”

“Mmm, both.” Hyeongjun answers with much weaker voice, and the way he still finds it difficult to keep his head up makes you chuckle cutely.

His hands tighten on your ass cheeks, spreading them apart. That means his friend earns an even better view of the way you sink down on his cock while dripping on his length. But he’s not necessarily squeezing and separating them with the goal to give him a show, he simply needs to grip on something to remain composed; to feel as much of you as possible and occasionally force you on his lap as low as he can.

“Can you move faster, baby? Please, you’re so good.”

You quit moving up and down, and begin to ride him instead; doubling the speed of your hips to get him to cum as soon as possible. His hands support your movements, digging painfully into your skin. But at this point, you’re numb to anything that’s not the pleasure coming from his dick massaging your walls.

The nice friction from your clit rubbing against him as you sway back and forth stimulates you further. You're just about to lean back to prop yourself on Hyeongjun’s knees to better your motions when Jiseok approaches you.

“Let me.” He hisses at your ear, taking your arms together and locking them behind your back. “That’s more fun, isn’t it? Go on, ride it.”

You’re already getting out of breath. Having to bring back the previous rhythm is a challenge with your arms held by Jiseok. On top of that, your muscles are weak, your thighs are sweating; you can’t stop whimpering from the overwhelming mixture of losing energy and being so close to cumming again.

Hyeongjun helps you out by guiding you with hands on your lower waist. Your moans mix together as you chase the familiar high.

“There you go.” Jiseok observes the moment with intrigue.

When the climax washes over both of you, the thrill of it is indescribable.

Buzzing, Hyeongjun smacks the sides of your thighs roughly, strengthening his grip in order to still you in place as his seed shoots out of him.

Slowly, you ride through your high - with Jiseok’s mouth kissing the side of your neck passionately. He frees your sore arms and directs his two hands towards your face.

He's still in his pants and hoodie as he tilts your chin up, letting his other hand roam all over your chest. Not groping, just ghosting enough to make your body heat up even more.

The only thing you feel from Hyeongjun at that moment is his gaze on you, and his thumbs caressing lazily the skin of your thighs.

The, Jiseok pulls you out of this daze by taking a seat on the coffee table behind him.

He focuses his full attention on your grip - how you slowly free Hyeongjun’s dick from your tight walls, and allow his thick cum seep out. You wait for it to pool in your palm only to smear it all over yourself in front of his eyes - your folds, your ass cheeks too.

What remains left on your sticky fingers, you push back in your clenching entrance.

Jiseok's swallows thickly at the sight.

When you stick out your hand to him he stands up on the instant.

His clothes fall to the ground; the hoodie makes a mess of his hair which he runs his fingers through in a rush as you grip his cock.

You guide it to your leaking spot. Jiseok's eyes roll back the moment you swallow an inch, meanwhile yours slowly shut in bliss as you gush over the thrill of being full again; being slightly more stretched as Jiseok is a little bit more thicker.

Jiseok picks up a pace, fixating upon your stained ass.

Hyeongjun marks your sensitive neck with his mouth. His thumb occasionally toys with your sensitive clit, but his lips and teeth don’t rest; they kiss you everywhere they can reach, and paint you with pretty love bites while your hands gently pull his hair that falls freely on his shoulders.

“Fuck,” Jiseok grunts behind you still getting used to seeing you in this new light, “you’ve turned into such a filthy girl.”

He feels ecstatic…

Like he’s dreaming with his eyes open.

He feels… a little bit in love with his best friend.

With you.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[joohanisms]

xdh + their favorite way to make you cum 💭💫

this is soo silly and more of a characterization exercise than anything else but!! i hope you guys like it <3

cw: oof here we go, afab reader, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mention of thigh riding/dry humping, overstimulation, mention of squirting and dacryphilia, edging, slight begging, fingering, twitter porn link in junhan's, oral (fem receiving), mention of face sitting if you squint wc: ~900

gunil

dick.

a traditional man

Nothing beats some pounding. he Will make you cum with his dick inside your cunt.

big fan of cumming together <3

he's all about the connection, honoring the making love expression, fucking you deep and slow...

but dw, he Will have his balls slapping your clit while taking you from the back if the situation (your sex drives) requires.

likes making you a little cock dumb. it boosts his ego in unimaginable way – he's making you feel so good you can't think about anything else other than him <3

will probably go a bit insane if he ever hit it raw. like there had been very few times he came before you. but this was a moment.

he'd be sooooo overwhelmed over how much he Loves and Wants you + your pussy ain't helping him at all :-(

jungsu

idk how to say what i mean but. non-penetrative stuff

dry humping, having you hump his leg, thigh riding, being used i guess? but in a loving way <3

his thoughts are somewhere around damn this is so low maintenance?? i'm not even doing anything?? and i make you feel good this easily?? this is all i've ever asked for??

but not in a "lazy" way. you know how he's always looking out for everyone? now he can take care of you only by standing still/rutting himself against you. not having to think is refreshing sometimes, you know?

in his opinion, it's sooooo absurdly hot to be able to make you cum without barely doing anything!!

has accidentally cummed in his boxers multiple times in his haste to make you cum.

btw if you can cum untouched (only by nipple stim, for exemple) he might die on the spot

if he's in a dommy mood, he will also play with you through your underwear just to be a tease :-(

jiseok

absolute menace

likes overstimulation very much.

doesn't really have a favorite method to do so, but is best with his fingers (as expected from a guitarist)

has a vibrator.

looovesss to play with your clit. will go LBLBBLBLHLLLBLBLHL with his tongue (i laughed writing this)

bonus points if you either squirt or cry!

even more bonus points if your mascara runs off!

aaand it's top tier sex if he gets to cum on you later!!

will hold your hips down and pull your hands away if you squirm too much – but if you start uttering the first syllable of the safeword he is immediately off of you.

if you ask nicely, he'll let you use a vibrator on him and give him a taste of his own medicine <3

and just a psa: i think that because of his love to overstimulate you and wreck you, he'd be one of the members who would be so down for a threesome he'd suggest it himself <33

seungmin

another menace.

as insane as jiseok but all the way on the other side of the menace spectrum = edging king

so controlling and aware of his every move. will make you INSANE, sobbing pleaseplewspelspelseseungminseungmin, have you like 5 seconds away from cumming .. and then he STOPS????

although you know the orgasm will hit you harder after being edged, you cant help but want to kill him /lovingly

will get you worked up and stop touching you (you whine) only to go hard on you (you nearly scream) in any way he'd like :-)

if you favor any method, he'll be more than happy to comply!!

likes it a lot when you get a little desperate. he will shush you, say "it's okay, baby" and start POUNDING. you see stars when you finally cum <3

hyeongjun

i have a vision bear with me.

fingering. but you're across his lap. like this. (PORN LINK for reference)

really likes fingering you in general because it doesn't matter how lazy he is at the moment, he Will be making you cum! cleanup is pretty easy too :-)

his sex drive is something like a low thrum. he's not usually insanely horny, but he's slightly horny (nearly) all the time, willing to make you feel good (as long as it's not public. he has limits.)

so if you come onto him, he's ready to give it to you – sometimes he won't even take his clothes off. he'll just focus on you.

the power trip it gives him + the feeling of being in control makes his head spin... 😵‍💫

will inevitably get hard by the time you cum and you inevitably get him off then.

jooyeon

absolute MUNCH!!!!!!

pussy to his face all day. smother him. hold his hair in a ponytail. give him thigh earmuffs. could probably go a month with only pussy and a cup of water

sit on his nose. if he dies he dies

absolutely sloppy with it but insanely good

drooly boy <33333

when he's in his usual bratty mood he will be SOOOOO cocky and smug to the point you would slap him on the back of his head if his tongue wasn't making you see stars.

in a subby mood though... puppy. puppy boy. if you pull his hair, he'll moan so sweetly against your cunt :-(

if you pull him away from you while he's at it, he'll rest his head on your thigh and look at you with sparkling eyes and a wet chin, waiting for an explanation as to why you're interrupting his 5-star meal.

[b1mbodoll]

Hallo its xdiz nonie and like I KNOW I SENT ASKS IN BUT I HAVE NOOOOO MEMORY OF WHAT THEYRE ABOUT BECAUSE I WAS HIGHHHH AND HORNTYYYY all i remember is clicker training IJBOLLL

But also…we should talk about stoner nuggetz too oh my GODDDD and dog!Joo hes such a nasty fucking mutt with a humping problem i love him BAD

pairings: kwak jiseok, lee jooyeon x f! reader

warnings: drugs + hybrids + lowkey degradation + panty sniffing

💌: HIGH N HORNY IS SOOOO FUNNY please, ur so real for that 😭 but that’s when the best ideas come out.. also sorry this is just an idea dump but i hope u like it <3

i see ur stoner! nuggetz…. and i think. they get a little touchy n pervy when they’re high esp if they’re smoking with you :3

i don’t think they’re subtle abt it at all, especially not jooyeon because he’s a bit more Deranged. he has no problem grabbing your wrist n placing your hand between his legs to let you feel how hard he is. i think joo’s definitely a bit of a whiner too… gets all blushy n desperate n begs you to help him out a Little, says ‘s the least you could do since it’s your fault he’s all worked up :(

jiseok however.. he’d probably suggest shotgunning w you when he’s sober and then, when the weed starts to hit him, he wants nothing more than to feel your lips on his. if you tug on his bottom lip with your teeth there’s a 100% chance that his cock is throbbing in his sweats and he Will end up pressing his hips into you, groaning breathily n mumbling your name, trying to kiss you again except he’s a bit clumsy bcs he’s trying to cum

dog hybrid! jooyeon.. anon i need to be ur friend like Now. this is my bible.

dog hybrid! jooyeon is so fucking gross ur so right. he’ll wake you up in the middle of the night with his little barks as his cock drags between your thighs, leaking precum all over them. as soon as you reprimand him with a firm, “bad dog!” his hips still n he makes an even bigger mess, thick ropes of his sticky cum clinging to your skin n dribbling onto the bed.

maybe dog joo with an oral fixation.. digs through your hamper of dirty clothes n starts to drool a little once he finds your freshly worn panties, his tail slowly wagging too <3 at first, he starts off just smelling them, pressing his snout nose into the fabric and inhaling deeply, grinding into your mattress. however, the longer jooyeon sniffs at them, the needier he gets. so can you blame him for licking at the gusset, right where your sweet cunt pressed against it? he does this until you find him n at that point, he’s a little too fucked out for his furry little ears to pick up on the fact that you’re home, n your panties are completely drenched in his drool

[puppyluvfics]

NSFW Alphabet | Gaon/Kwak Jiseok

Gaon/Kwak Jiseok | WC: 1.8k Genre: smut Summary: nsfw alphabet game thing Warnings: this is just. PURE filth. I'm sorry. (No im not). NOT proofread, just straight up rambles. BRIEF mentions of degrading... I think that's it.. lemme know if I missed something! A/N: X is excluded bc i will Not be writing about him in that kind of detail <3 Thank u anonie for requesting this one toooo <3 The rest will come soon, I promise! Also... funny how my tumblr is Mostly jiseok content when i'm joo/seumi biased... LOL i'm having a lot of fun tho so it's all good <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sweet hyper boy finally relaxes. He’d absolutely collapse next to you and breathe heavily, little chuckles leaving his lips while he pushed his hair away from his face. He is SO the type to reach out for you and just pat whatever he touches first, as long as it’s you - be it your still-shaking thigh, your stomach, hell, even your face, just so he could give you praise while you both caught your breath. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I don’t know if I’d call it his favourite per se, but he loves using his lips for sure. Dragging them up and down your body slowly, teasingly, leaving small kisses and hickeys on your body - some where other people could see like your collarbone and others where only he could see, like your inner thighs… and don’t even get me started on the fact he would love seeing your wetness coating his lips after he ate you out…

On his partner… legs in general. Being able to grip your thighs whenever he wanted, rub his hands up and down your legs, knowing he could push them open whenever he wanted… yeah

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

In your mouth 99% of the time. The other 1% would be if he was feeling a little more needy and wanted to come on your face, but most of the time, he loves holding your head down on him, feeling himself twitch in your mouth before letting go with a shaky groan. He doesn’t have a preference on if you spit or swallow, at the end of the day he wants you to be comfortable, but the times you do swallow and clean up the remaining mess on his cock would always leave him shuddering with pleasure and admiration. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He LOVES keeping dirty polaroids with him. Maybe not in his wallet where anyone could see, but for sure with him at all times, either of the both of you together or just you… it’s a nice reminder for him of what’s waiting at home.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced at a very basic level, for sure. He knows what he likes, but he isn’t an encyclopedia of how to make his partner come just yet… he’d need a little guidance, but the smallest bit of reassurance and help and he’d be a master at it after a few minutes.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl and reverse cowgirl for sure. It’s not that he doesn’t want to put in the work, because he absolutely likes taking control, but he likes being able to grab you and watch you feel good; he loves watching you hold onto his shoulders or knees and ride him, swirling your hips and whining.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s serious but he’s fun. You couldn’t role play with him because he’d end up giggling and taking himself out of it, but he doesn’t see sex as something funny, if that makes sense. He always has both of your pleasure in mind, but that wouldn’t stop him from biting at you, spanking you playfully and making it a fun experience.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Say it with me, I keep it short and simple! He’ll shave it all off and keep it trimmed for a week before he just let’s it go again - an infinite cycle.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s intimate but he’s not serious, you know? He loves being with you and feeling you, but he’s not about to make it a grand romantic gesture every single time. That doesn’t mean he won’t ever make it romantic, but he likes to keep you on your toes. In more ways than one, if you catch my drift…

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

He’s part of the population that thinks that if you jack off with your left hand, it feels like someone else is doing it… and while there’s no telling if that’s totally true, the fact that he always jacks off thinking about your hand moving up and down his cock or how tight you feel around him when he fucks you gets him there every time, regardless of what hand he uses.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

On par with the polaroid thing - exhibitionism - BUT!! Not in the traditinoal sense. He would never take photos or videos on either of your phones (can’t trust technology, honestly), but that wouldn’t stop him from taking polaroids of you or using a video camera to film the two of you, getting a rush from putting on a show, even if its just for the two of you to see again at a later date together.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Home! But in “dangerous” places. What I mean is like, right next to the window where no one could see you unless they were really looking, but the idea that it could happen is such a rush for the both of you. Or even just with the windows open, that risk of being heard drives him wild. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Don’t confuse this with a marking kink, but knowing that you’re his and knowing that you trusted him enough to be at his mercy whenever he asked gets him so hard, it’s insane. He’d never push if you were clearly not in the mood, but if you were reciprocating, he’d immediately take control, reminding you that you belong to him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He’s someone who also gives vanilla… so no extreme kinks. Honestly, I can’t even see him exploring “tame” kinks… the farthest he’d go would be anal.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Since he loves coming in your mouth, he’s absolutely more of a receiver, but he’d never turn down the chance to lay between your legs and let you make a mess all over his face, his tongue skillfully flicking, his lips suctioning on you, vibrating with the hums of his moans.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You know… rough and slow and/or fast and sensual, depending on the situation. He’d absolutely slowly pull almost all the way out before slamming his hips back into yours, making you shudder with desire and need, and there are other times where he’d pull you against his chest and slam into you, his lips messily kissing and sucking on your neck and jawline, small reminders of “mine, all mine” being whispered in your ear.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’d be down for a quickie for sure, but he’d still make enough time for aftercare, for the both of you. Both because he enjoyed being cleaned up by you, but also praising you and reminding you that you did so good and made him feel so good. So… I think the quickest a quickie would be for him would be the time it takes for him to come from just you sucking him off, noting that he would absolutely return the favor the next time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

See above, with the window thing. I think he’d never put the two of you in real danger of being caught, but the risk of being heard through a door or a wall is something he will absolutely risk in a heartbeat.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Unfortunately, he is a one and done guy, but it’s not for lack of trying. You just make him come so hard the first time that he’s spent! I do think he would be down for a bit of edging every now and then, where he’d let you take some of the control where you’d bring him right to the edge then take your mouth away from him with a little pop, watching him writhe and beg for you to be good and let him come in your mouth.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Now!!! I personally think he would have quite a bit of fun with butt plugs. Not in himself, but for his partner. Having a small collection of them, some with heart shaped gems on the ends, some just solid silver, maybe a stray tail here or there… he’d love to watch you wear one around the house for a while wearing a skirt with nothing underneath, asking you to pick up something he’d “conveniently” drop so he could peek at the plug in you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases, but not in a typical way. It’s always subtle, be it teasing remarks about how good your body looks in what you’re wearing, how he could tell you were needy by the way you rutted against his thigh when you were in his lap… little bites on your neck to remind you he could fuck you senseless if he wanted to.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not a screamer but he’s not quiet, at all. The best way to put it is that the two of you could absolutely be heard through a wall if someone was really listening, but not loud enough to make out distinct words.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

UMM Let’s talk about degradation :) I think :) he would be into that. But like… not badly, you know? Something gives me the vibe that he would like calling you dumb - but NEVER stupid, dabbling in some other things like calling you a slut :) that’s all :)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He is so the kind of guy to get a boner at the smallest thing, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to drop to his knees and beg for you. If you’re not around or not feeling it, he can think it off, but on the rare occasions he can’t, well… that’s what those photos and videos are for! 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Within the hour for sure, but not immediately! He’d doze in and out for a bit, waking up to help you clean yourselves off, falling asleep after laying down in a too-comfy way, waking up again to get dressed and help you get dressed if you wanted to (he’d never protest naked cuddles, of course), and once it was truly all over and you were both cuddled up together, he’d be out. If there were things to do later in the day… good luck, because you’d have to be the one to wake him.

[xdhluvrs]

Young, Ashamed, and Foolish (pt. I) ⋆₊˚⊹ ࿔⋆

Pairing: non-idol kwak jiseok/gaon x Reader Tags: classmate au, academic rival au, afab reader, jiseok and reader are med school students, jiseok pov (for pt. I) Warnings: nsfw (at the end), angst (it will be resolved i promise), possessiveness/yandere!jiseok if you squint, jiseok is struggling, reader is struggling, suggestive content, solo masturbation (m), more in pt. II Word Count: 5.2k Synopsis:  Kwak Jiseok, esteemed second-year medical student constantly battling with self-doubt and exhaustion, is drowning. Though admired by his peers as one of the school’s “perfect students,” he remains haunted by a past interaction with the only other person who shares that title - a classmate he once regrettably dismissed too quickly. As Jiseok navigates the challenges of medical school, his fascination with her only deepens, revealing an unsettling truth: what began as admiration has given way to something far more consuming. When a conversation overheard by chance upends what he thought he knew about her, Jiseok is faced with a choice - continue watching from the sidelines or finally bridge the distance he had put between them.

🍇's note: Hi guys! This is my first fic, and it's honestly so exciting and surreal to finally post it somewhere. I know that it seems really angsty but I promise that I have some great stuff planned for the next part, so please stick around if you enjoyed! Any feedback, questions, comments, suggestions, etc. are always appreciated! <3

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Medical school wasn’t for everyone, and even though he was entering his second year, Jiseok still wasn’t sure if it was for him. Growing up with a strong interest in science and a desire to help others made human medicine an obvious choice to pursue, but that didn’t mean it was easy. Majoring in biochemistry felt hard enough during his undergraduate years, and now he had taken on a work load almost double that of what it used to be. However, Jiseok wasn’t a stranger to hard work. The desire to give up, to be free of the constant pressure of new information and assignments, still existed in his mind. But he was able to lock the feeling away within his heart, to compartmentalize, just as he had done in his first four years of college. 

Although this was an effective way to stay on top of school, the process of locking his feelings away caused him to neglect other aspects of his life. His beloved guitar that once received attention every day was now only held for thirty minute intervals once a week. The friends that he had made in college were rarely texted, and even less so visited by him. He tried to tell himself that this was okay, that it would all be worth it, that once he received his M.D. there would be time to pick back up the things that he loved. But there were still three more years of school, and then his residency could be three or more years, and then what if he needed to complete a fellowship too? How old would he be by the time he was done? Would he have spent his entire twenties in schooling? Was that something that he was okay with? 

Now isn’t the time to be thinking about this, Jiseok murmured to himself while brushing his teeth listlessly. It was 6:04 in the morning, just a little over thirty minutes after his first alarm had gone off. The autumn chill left him feeling particularly listless in the mornings, but his desire to succeed was stronger than his desire to stay comfortably stationed in bed. The man looking back at him in the mirror was clearly disheveled, dressed in a black Green Day shirt and oversized sweatpants. His frizzy, bleached hair was concerningly untamed, something which he blamed his friend for. Seungmin was a childhood friend of Jiseok, and was extremely hard to deny. When he called Jiseok over the summer asking if he could bleach his hair for cosmetology school, Jiseok didn’t hesitate to say yes and help him out. However, it would be a lie to say that Jiseok was prepared for the challenges and responsibilities that came with having bleached hair. He cringed as he brushed his hair, remembering how terrible it looked after the first attempt of bleaching it. Thankfully by the time the new semester had started Jiseok’s hair had become more manageable, and he no longer lived in fear of it. After changing into his ceil blue scrubs and eating a quick breakfast, he grabbed his coat and exited his apartment, beginning the short and dark walk to campus. 

Classes didn’t start until 8:00, but Jiseok still tried to arrive at campus at least an hour early every day so that he could get a head start on reviewing the upcoming content. Despite his internal struggles, Jiseok was highly regarded by his peers in medical school, and even considered by some to be one of the two “perfect” students at their university. Walking into the campus coffee shop, Jiseok inadvertently made eye contact with the second “perfect” student, a common, painful occurrence in his daily routine. Painful only because of his own actions - his own shortcomings. She sat in her usual spot - the counters by the window and held a mug of her usual drink - a spiced latte - beside her. I wonder how long she’s been here, he thought to himself, feeling slightly inadequate. After placing his order, Jiseok slowly made his way to a booth before pulling out a laptop from his bag and beginning his routine. From his seat he could barely see the back of her head from across the shop, which he watched rock from side to side over the span of the morning (or something adjacent). Although it had been over a year since they had first met, their interactions with each other were generally limited to the brief eye contact they shared each morning. As he mindlessly scrolled through his emails, he couldn’t help but reminisce about his first meeting with her, and how things might have been now if that night had gone differently.

When Jiseok first met her, he didn’t like her. Orientation Night for first years had begun only an hour ago and yet she was already being swarmed by other students, drawn to her like moths to a flame. Her smile was bright and friendly, and she spoke kindly with sincerity to everyone around her. Without even speaking to her, Jiseok had already overheard everything that he needed to know. She was a perfect student during her undergraduate, and had been a part of several research groups and student organizations. She was accepted into multiple prestigious medical schools, but for some reason chose to go here, probably because they offered her the greatest scholarship, Jiseok thought to himself. He chose to dislike her because he didn’t understand her. It was obvious to him that she was someone who had never had to try that hard to be exceptional. It was so obvious to him because it was so opposite to who he felt he was: someone who was constantly trying hard just to keep up with the average. At that moment he made the decision to distance himself from her, as he knew himself well enough to understand that they were in completely different circles. Hours passed, and after listening to several boring speeches and making small talk with some of the other incoming MS1s, Jiseok decided it was time to take his leave from the event. It’s not that he wasn’t excited to be starting this new chapter in his life, but his feelings of doubt and uncertainty had quickly outweighed the excitement, making him feel distant from those around him. He began to walk silently towards his apartment complex, internally criticizing his past interactions with his peers, wishing that he had said something different, or wishing that he had said nothing at all. In the midst of his thoughts, Jiseok heard the chatter of other students who were still nearby, but continued to make his way further away from campus until he heard a slightly louder exclamation. Surely they weren’t talking to him, so he kept with his pace until-

“Hey, wait a second!”

 After being certain that the voice was in fact being directed towards him, Jiseok stopped in his tracks and turned around, coming face to face with the person he had so quickly chosen to dislike.

“Oh, sorry…” He trailed off, making eye contact with the girl and then quickly breaking it, “I didn’t know you were talking to me.” He involuntarily swallowed, making a mental note of his dry mouth. He felt guilty knowing that the person he had been trying to avoid had gone out of their way to speak with him.

 “It’s okay, I’m sorry to have shouted at you like that. I just realized that I hadn’t gotten to meet you yet.” She said with a polite smile, before introducing herself to him. Jiseok obviously already knew her name, but proceeded to introduce himself, adding a brief “nice to meet you.” As he spoke, his gaze once again reached hers, and he immediately realized why the world around him seemed to be so enthralled by her. Although the sun had set hours ago, her eyes still twinkled, perhaps from the dimly lit streetlights, or perhaps from something faintly glowing within her. While looking at her, Jiseok felt as if time had stopped, or at least slowed down significantly. He felt his heart beating hard against his chest, and did his best to appear normal and unfazed by the sudden conversation.

 “It’s nice to meet you too, Jiseok” she said, with a slightly larger smile this time, “Tonight was pretty long, right? Are you headed home now?” She casually asked him.  Something about how she spoke to him made him feel that he too was in fact special, and worth spending time on the way that she was. It was almost intimate, he thought, the way that she maintained her eye contact with him, and the way that she was able to speak his name so easily. Was this a skill she had been born with? Or was it carefully crafted and improved from years of practice? Jiseok didn’t have the luxury to think about the possibilities, as he had to quickly formulate a response to her before too much time had passed. 

“Yeah, I guess. It must be hard being the center of the attention” he mindlessly retorted. The harsh words quickly escaped his mouth, like they needed to be freed from his body, as if Jiseok would somehow feel better with them outside of himself. His hand involuntarily reached to cover his mouth, almost like his body was shocked that he had said something so insensitive to someone he didn’t even know.

 “Oh,” she paused, briefly making an expression that was indecipherable to Jiseok, “Is that how it seemed to you?” She asked, reverting back to her polite expression. Why did I say that? Jiseok immediately felt guilty, and scrambled to try and repair the damage he felt he had caused, accidentally biting his lip in the process.

 “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that” he stammered, “I think I’m just really worn out from today…” He trailed off, with a pained expression, unable to look the girl in her eyes anymore. Why did he lash out like that? This wasn’t the type of person that Jiseok wanted to be, yet he was already making such a poor impression of himself before the school year had even started. He felt the stuffy heat of shame rise throughout his face, and felt the taste of blood pollute his mouth as he looked down at his shoes. Jiseok had always been one to feel things strongly, which he had always found to be a curse rather than a blessing, this situation being one to further his point.

 “Don’t worry about it!” She started, a little too quickly, “It’s totally fine. I’m feeling pretty worn out too” she chuckled softly, feigning unbotheredness. Jiseok easily saw through this though, as being one that feels things strongly meant that it was obvious to him when the people around him were not “totally fine.” Although she maintained her pleasant mask, he could see that the twinkle in her eyes now more closely resembled unshed tears.

 “Well, um, I guess I’ll let you go now. Goodnight Jiseok!” She spoke awkwardly, as she turned away quickly, trying to end their interaction as soon as she possibly could.

 “Goodnight…” He spoke past the lump in his throat, trying to keep his voice from trembling. She continued to walk away from him, leaving no evidence that she had heard his feeble good night, not that Jiseok felt like it would have changed anything. The desire to leave that he had experienced before interacting with her was nothing compared to what he felt now. He needed to get away - from everyone and everything. To be by himself would allow him to decompress and recalibrate, which would at least temporarily improve his mood. The pain in his throat became more apparent as he quickly started walking back to his apartment, and he still felt as if his heart was going to break out of his chest due to how hard it was beating. 

Why? Questions of “Why?” and “Why not?” plagued his head as he tried to forget about the situation he had just undoubtedly fumbled. The fifteen-minute walk felt more like an hour of torment, but finally Jiseok arrived back to his haven. He immediately undressed and laid face-down on his bed, letting out a loud and pained noise that was hopefully muffled by his comforter. Afterwards, Jiseok tried to normalize, running through the steps of his evening routine and eventually bringing himself into bed…

“Jiseok…? Hello…?” 

Jiseok nearly flew out of his booth at the sound of her voice suddenly addressing him. Standing before him was the girl that he had just spent the last half hour reminiscing about, looking somewhat confused at his startled response.

“Huh? I mean what? I’m sorry, I-” Jiseok began, surprised by how loud his voice sounded inside the relatively quiet cafe.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry to have interrupted you.” She said politely, before setting down a warm mug on his table. “The barista called your name several times, but I didn’t think that you heard them. I was on my way out anyway, so I thought I’d bring this to you.” She gently nudged the drink towards him, with a slight smile. 

“Ah, Thank you so much. I must have been really invested in my studies.” He spoke, chuckling shyly and internally cringing at the words leaving his mouth. He watched as her eyes moved slowly across his face, and then to his laptop screen, which clearly displayed his email inbox, and no other open tabs or applications. Jiseok’s face grew slightly pink, realizing that he had just been caught in a fib, yet he didn’t say anything to try and cover his tracks. He secretly hoped that she would call him out, that she would gently laugh, or even that she would try and change the subject out of pity. Anything just to prolong this interaction with her would be a positive for Jiseok. But instead, all she did was slightly raise her eyebrow - a habit of hers that Jiseok had noticed, but wasn’t quite sure of it’s meaning - before saying a quick goodbye and walking away. He watched her silhouette slowly disappear through the window of the shop, which was somewhat obscured due to morning sun, before retreating back into his internal world that he had been absorbed in.

To Jiseok’s surprise, the beginning of the first semester was incredibly mundane. Sure, the content and workload was insane, but the social aspect of medical school was much easier for him to navigate than he had expected. The events which occurred on the night of orientation had left him exceedingly nervous to interact with his peers, but for some reason unbeknownst to him, everyone seemed to like Jiseok. Sure, he was nice enough to everyone and did his best to act thoughtfully and be considerate of those around him, but it still didn’t seem to make any sense. In an even greater shock, Jiseok placed top of his class at the end of his first semester. And, this time not to his surprise, no one other than the most capable woman he knew placed second to him, leading to the two of them being admired and respected by their student body, and earning the nicknames of “perfect students”. He secretly hoped that this would bring two of them closer together, now that they had both achieved such a feat and had been recognized for it. He had desperately wanted to right his wrongs, to fix what he felt he had broken, or at least damaged to some extent. However, Jiseok felt too nervous to speak to her by himself, and she seemed to show no interest in approaching him either. The longer he went without talking to her, the harder he felt that it would be to change that, and opted instead to observe her from a distance with the rest of his other admiring classmates. 

Through his observations, Jiseok quickly noticed patterns in how she spoke with her peers - likely unbeknownst to them. Although she was kind and genuine, she was also extremely private, at least when Jiseok was within earshot. She seemed to keep personal opinions to herself, which was confusing as he doubted she had any hidden, controversial beliefs. He knew that she didn’t actually listen to the same music that her classmates liked, and he knew that she actually did get nervous when it came to presenting in front of the class. In addition to this, she was an incredible listener, and had the ability to make anyone feel interesting - as he had experienced first hand from her on the night of their first meeting. Unfortunately for Jiseok, the more he learned about her, the more he slowly began to fall into her trap. 

He knew she was beautiful the night that he met her - anyone could see that - and overtime he discovered that her beauty was so much more than skin deep, ast she was genuinely a good human being. The way she seemed untouchable, like a well-kept secret, was so upsettingly irresistible to Jiseok. He selfishly wanted to be special, to know and truly grasp who she was as a person and why she had become that way. Had he initially been wrong about her? Was there a chance that she was more like him than he had first thought? Probably not, but thoughts of her drifted across his tired mind, and became a small source of comfort for Jiseok as he faced the challenges of medical school.

Vrrrp! A small vibration from his phone interrupted Jiseok’s train of thought - it was 7:45. So much for studying this morning, he thought to himself, before packing up his laptop and briskly walking across the courtyard to class. Thankfully he made it to class on time, and his usual seat in the lecture hall had been saved for him by a few of his peers.

Another uneventful series of morning lectures had passed, and Jiseok slowly exited the lecture hall to make his way to one of the various lounge rooms to enjoy his lunch. Several friendly classmates asked if he had wanted to review together over their lunch breaks, but Jiseok has opted out today, as he craved some alone time before having to spend another five hours taking notes in the auditorium. Walking up to the first empty classroom’s door he could find, Jiseok placed his hand on the knob and began to twist it before -

“So I’ve been meaning to ask- how are you and your boyfriend? Are you planning on taking him to the Winter Formal?”

He heard the voice of who he assumed was one of her close friends, or at least he hoped that was the case if they felt comfortable asking her such a  personal question. It was no surprise to Jiseok, or likely anyone, that she had a boyfriend. However, that didn’t keep him from wincing slightly any time it was mentioned. Not only did he flub his first meeting with her, but she also had an insufferable boyfriend. Well, he could never admit to that, but the jealousy and disdain he felt towards this man that he’d never even met was enough proof of his true feelings. Her boyfriend didn’t attend the same program as Jiseok, but with minimal time and effort he was able to learn about him by word of their gossiping classmates. Sure, the guy was tall and handsome, and maybe nice too. But Jiseok was confident that this man would never really understand her the way that he himself could. He’d never understand how she thinks, how she carefully chooses her words and responses, and surely he’d never truly understand her motivations and dreams. But Jiseok could. And he would be more than eager to prove that if her heart didn’t already belong to another man. He would do anything to support her, to care for her, to please her in any way imaginable… 

Jiseok internally smacked himself before allowing himself another thought. The prolonged silence from the other room was making his heart and mind race - Why was she taking so long to respond? He so desperately wanted to peek through the thin window of the door, just to see what type of expression she was wearing. Say that you two are doing great. Say that you will take your stupid boyfriend with you to the Winter Formal, Jiseok thought to himself as he tried to resist the painful creep of jealousy that he’d worked so hard to contain.

“Oh…” He heard her voice waver, “We actually broke up last summer. Sorry, I didn’t really tell anyone.”

Jiseoks froze, no, the entire world around him froze. What? How is that even possible? How did I not notice? A flood of thoughts rushed through his mind before he snapped back to the present moment and tore his hand from the door knob. He felt his pulse heavy through his body, numbing out the continued commotion from the conversation he had been eavesdropping upon. Despite the shock he was feeling, Jiseok feigned normalcy before calmly walking down the hallway to an actually vacant classroom and seating himself for what he had originally intended to do: eat his lunch. This was going to be okay - he tried to reassure himself. He had done this before, he knew how to compartmentalize, how to stop feeling or thinking when things felt too big. Jiseok just had to make it through class, and then he would allow himself to think about his newly gathered knowledge. After silently recollecting himself, he hesitantly took a bite into his packed lunch and accidentally bit the inside of his lip in the process. The metallic taste of blood quickly overwhelmed his tastes, but Jiseok fought to ignore this, and instead swallowed down his heavy feelings alongside a few unshed tears.

The next five hours of class were a blur. Jiseok, who was usually a stellar student and active participant in class, felt nearly catatonic after the events of his break. Once he had finally been released, he quickly said his goodbyes to his peers before rushing out of the building and beginning the trek back home. All I have to do is make it home, he internally repeated to himself, praying that it would sooth his nerves until-

“Jiseok! Wait!”

 Fuck. Everything that he had been trying so hard to lock away was at risk of slipping through his fingers. Feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, Jiseok slowly turned around to face the one person he couldn’t bear to speak to. 

“Hey, sorry… one second.” She spoke as if she was slightly out of breath, likely from trying to keep up with him as he attempted his escape from campus. Pushing a stray piece of hair out of her face, she continued “I know the PBL presentation isn’t due for a couple weeks, but I still wanted to get your contact information.”

What? Jiseok was puzzled, and could only bring himself to barely meet her gaze and hope that she would elaborate. He had just presented his last PBL case last week. What was she talking about? Why would he be doing another one- Oh. Memories from the first week of classes uncovered themselves within his head. The small group PBL presentation would be due at the end of the semester, and be worth about 25% of his final grade in his Clinical Investigations course. It must have been addressed in class today, but had been far too preoccupied to pay any attention.

“Oh, yeah…” Jiseok said quietly, before shakily reaching into his pocket and grabbing his phone. “I, um, here. You can put in your number” He said, holding his phone out to her general direction, painfully aware of his awkward behavior. Thankfully, she seemed unfazed, and gently took his phone from his hands.

“Perfect, thank you. It seems like you’re in a bit of a hurry, so I’ll let you go.” She said, handing the phone back to him after sending a quick text to herself from his number. “Though, I would really appreciate it if we could try and find some time to get together and make a plan this week.”

“Yeah, of course.” He said before adding a quick “good bye” and “thank you” and heading off. 

You can do this Jiseok, he told himself while trying to appear relaxed as he walked away from her. As soon as he was certain that he had escaped her line of sight though, his composure dissipated and he quickened his pace. After practically running home to his apartment, he was filled with a slight sense of relief as he finally slammed the front door behind him, locking himself safely away from the rest of the world. Jiseok grasped his face between his hands, before taking a deep breath and sliding back against his door,grounding himself. Despite his attempts at deep breathing, Jiseok still felt anything but calm, and decided that the next step would be to try and wash away the burdensome feelings he held. He stood up shakily, discarding his bag on the couch, before slowly trudging to his small apartment bathroom. Although the water pressure wasn’t ideal, Jiseok was always able to get the temperature practically scalding, something that usually helped him unwind after long days. He shed his clothes, throwing them to who-knows-where, before stepping into the stall and submerging himself in the warm water. He exhaled audibly, finally feeling some peace after being on edge for the past few hours. While washing himself, Jiseok allowed his mind to wander and begin the long process of decompressing the events of today. Not only was she single now, but she would also be an integral piece in Jiseok’s academic success for the fall semester. Observing from afar would no longer be a plausible option - it was time that he addressed his true feelings about her.

I want her, he thought to himself, and immediately felt repulsed by how easy it had been to admit.  This feeling was something he thought he had tucked away - something he had locked up and buried, hoping that it would never find the surface again. Sure, Jiseok wasn’t a complete stranger to intimacy - he had been an active participant in a handful of casual relationships during his undergraduate years - but medical school had left him drained and with little time to spend on himself, let alone another person. The stress of school was enough to dampen his sex drive, and the only person he was remotely interested in had been in a committed relationship. However, that was no longer the case… and this revelation threatened to have Jiseok burst at the seams. The hot air and steam began to feel suffocating to him, and as an additional hit, he felt his dick twitch with need. Surely this was okay, wasn’t it? Not only would she never know, but it also would never affect her. Even better that she was single now, too.. There was no other person occupying her time, occupying her mind, her body…

Fuck, this is so wrong, he thought to himself, bringing his hand to forehead. He felt his face crinkle up in disgust as he became more and more aware of his growing arousal. However, the shame that ran through his core was now being outshined by his impending need for release. No, he could still pull himself back together, just turn off the shower and go to bed, pretend none of this had ever happened…

Fuck it, Jiseok leaned forward against his shower wall, holding himself with his left arm and letting the hot water pour over his back. He bit his lip to no avail, unable to hold back a moan as he finally grasped himself. He had crossed a line, and lost the  battle with himself - but the pleasure he felt was too agonizingly enjoyable to stop. He let out a soft sigh, his jaw going completely slack, as he began to move his hand, basking in the slight relief after how painfully hard he had become. Closing his eyes, she appeared so clearly in his mind, and before he knew it he was lost in the fantasies of her that he had so effortlessly created. Her tantalizing smile as she began to undress in front of him, the warmth of her body as she climbed on top of him, and the coolness of her fingertips as she traced the freckles across his body. It was too tame though, and before he knew it he was imagining her legs wrapped snugly around his neck, holding him in place as she pleasured herself against him. It was visceral to touch himself like this, to fuck his own hand wishing that it were her. Would he lay back and watch while she took the lead? Or would he be draped over her, hard at work in pursuit of her enjoyment?  Jiseok cringed at the obscene words and sounds falling from his mouth, but a small part of him was turned on by how pathetic he was acting. As he felt himself reaching his peak, he picked up his pace, relentlessly jacking himself off as he imagined how she would look taking him. All he could do was say her name, quietly at first, but soon becoming loud sobs as he hastily finished. 

For a brief moment, Jiseok felt blissful, coming down on the sweet waves of pleasure that he had so desperately craved. However, after finally opening his eyes, a sharp wave of sickness flooded through his being as he watched the evidence of his crime wash down the shower drain. I’m disgusting, he thought to himself, moving directly under the running water, hoping that it would somehow cleanse him of the actions he committed. Tears hotter than the water from the shower head ran down his face as he cried silently, staring down at his feet. After allowing himself a brief moment longer to ache, Jiseok reluctantly turned off his shower and dried himself off before changing into a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. Despite everything he had learned about the importance of nutrition in his metabolism course, he couldn’t bring himself to eat dinner, the shame leaving him slightly nauseated.

Everything would be the same as it had always been. Sure, he was going to be working one-on-one with her for the next few weeks, but after that it would be as if nothing had ever happened between the two of them. And, nothing had happened between the two of them - at least, not to her knowledge. Jiseok repeated these thoughts to himself like affirmations, hoping that they would somehow become true if he just continued to focus on them. After mindlessly clicking through Anki review decks and allowing his hair to air-dry, Jiseok finally crawled into bed. Tomorrow will be a good day, he tried to convince himself, ignoring the pangs of guilt and uncertainty that he felt in his chest. Everything would be the same, right?

[rickyswift]

TEN IN THE MORNING - kjs

gaon x leitora (pronomes femininos)

avisos: leitora tem vagina, relacionamento estável, squirting, oral e penetração com dedos (leitora recebe), menção sobre superestimulação e sensibilidade, mamadinha no peito no final e o gaon chama a leitora de amor, princesa e linda <3, uma fala ou outra meio possessiva e palavreado de baixo calão.

seus cabelos emaranhados e rosto amassado de um bom sono após um sexo melhor ainda eram a segunda visão favorita de jiseok, a primeira era a que ele estava tendo agora: fios estreitos de luz passavam pela cortina envergada pelo calor em plena dez horas da manhã e iluminavam seus olhos e boca, que estavam espremidos pelo tesão que sentia cada vez que a língua do seu namorado circulava seu clitóris inchado e maltratado, junto dos murmúrios e gemidos estendidos que saiam do fundo da sua garganta eram com certeza o melhor combo que gaon poderia ver e ter numa tediosa quarta feira.

sua perna tremia conforme o interior da sua buceta apertava os dedos bonitos dele. — você é linda pra caralho, amor. — gaon sussurrou contra a área mais sensível do seu corpo. — eu amo tanto cada parte sua, na verdade, minha, já que você é só e todinha minha... goza pra mim, por favor? — voltou a te chupar com vontade.

jiseok observava as expressões do seu rosto com olhos grandes e pidões, agia como se ver sua buceta brilhando era mais necessário que ar em seus pulmões e sangue em suas veias - que na verdade estavam sendo usados, respectivamente, para soltar suspiros excitados e para endurecer seu pau contra a bermudinha tactel -.

— aí, ji, bem aí! eu tô quase lá, vai mais... — o ponto perfeito, ele havia acertado de novo. — ah! mais rápido!

— goza bem gostoso pra mim, princesa.

e foi como as cenas de desenho animado: passarinhos rodeavam a sua cabeça enquanto você estava nocauteada. porém, diferente dos desenhos que passavam na televisão, aquela cena era erótica.

gaon estava com o queixo reluzente e um sorriso enorme no rosto, enquanto você agarrava os fios suados e pretos do cabelo dele tentando impedir que te superestimulasse.

spoiler: não adiantou.

você exclamou por uma última vez o nome de seu namorado quando sentiu uma passada de língua por toda a extensão da sua vagina. ele tentava fervorosamente chupar todo o líquido possível presente ali. a parte que não era possível era a mancha enorme que já estava ultrapassando o lençol e indo direto para o colchão da cama.

— amor, você fez aquele negócio... como que chama? — ele falou enquanto saia do meio das suas pernas e então deitou ao seu lado, mas antes deu um beijinho em cada coxa. — acho que é squ-

você o interrompeu, morrendo de vergonha. — squirt, jiseok. acabou sujando o lençol, descul-

quem interrompeu agora foi ele — nem vem com esse papo de desculpa, isso foi a coisa mais gostosa que eu já vi! — ele ri e põe a mão direita na sua coxa, que responde com um espasmo. jiseok então vira de lado e encaixa a sua coxa entre as dele. você sente algo cutucando seu quadril. — você acha que consegue fazer de novo?

— ji... — suspirou quando sentiu a mão do amado invadindo a camisola esmeralda e prendendo seu mamilo esquerdo entre os dedos. — eu ainda tô sensível, amor. — ele deu um sorriso tímido, empurrou o seio onde estava com a mão para fora da camisola e se esgueirou até conseguir o colocar na boca para chupar com carinho. você arqueou as costas, implorando por mais.

— certeza que ainda tá sensível? — ele desceu a mão para sua buceta e sentiu você impressionantemente mais molhada do que antes, o que o fez soltar um gemido contra o mamilo inchado.

você soltou uma risada nasalada. — dá pra aguentar. só vai mais devagar, por favor.

— são só dez horas da manhã ainda. temos todo o tempo do mundo, minha linda.

notas da lu: já escrevi smut antes mas essa é a primeira vez que posto aqui, espero q tenham gostado (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

[xymphonies]

he needs a tiddy in his mouth so he stops chewing on his tongue <33333 just not sure if he could keep focusing on gaming after that

[nervouscitytmblr]

gunseok ୨୧ top gunil, bottom jiseok

preview

Gunil looked up at him, keeping his mouth on his cockhead. Jiseok was biting his lip, his brow furrowed. Gunil kept eye contact as he took him further. Jiseok squirmed. It was cute. Gunil’s gaze slipped down to his chest. He wondered if the lace felt good against Jiseok’s nipples.

[jooyeonsvape]

𐐪ɞ Coffee and Sex 𐐪ɞ

Jooyeon Smut

warnings: nonidol!jooyeon, smut, dirty talk, cursing, dom!jooyeon, a little fluff

wc: 2.2k

a/n: hiii! this is my first time making a ff so please be kind and enjoy! i will be making more and for other bands as well, stay pretty!

"jooyeon, the coffee shop isn't going to close itself." you yell, with a laugh to your coworker. "i know, i just thought if i stayed in the bathroom long enough you'd already be done." he teases back and grabs a rag to wipe down the coffee machines behind the both of you.

"well, while you were checking yourself out in the mirror, i made us both frappes with extra whip cream." you hear him clapping and grabs it from your hand with a soft 'thank you' in his cute baby voice he does. 

"you can thank me by locking up, i need to head to the bookstore before it closes, we were too busy so i couldn't earlier." he just nods while he was turned around and you grab your purse. 

you make an annoyed noise when you unlock the door so you could leave, it was colder than the weather channel said and you forgot your spare jacket for these occasions. 

jooyeon heard the noise you made and chuckles to himself, whispering 'cute' under his breath. "you'd forget your head if it wasn't attached to your body." he smirks, walking over with his large jacket. "it's okay joo, i don't like owing people favors." you smile kindly and try to leave but he grabs your wrist. "no one said anything about favors, it's freezing and i live closer. also, you forgot one more thing." 

you've seen enough dramas to know he's already fallen, you have worked together for months now, and he's about to kiss you. with little experience you close your eyes tight and purse your lips.

his eyebrow raises at your lips and smiles when you lean in when you don't feel him kissing you yet, "your frappe..." he whispers, making your eyes shoot open. "what did you think?" he smirks and puts some whipped cream on your nose. 

your face scrunches up when he touched your nose and you grabbed the drink from his hand. "i-i'll see you tomorrow..." 

at the bookstore you weren't focused on finding the book you came for, instead you were hitting your head on the wall softly. "stupid, stupid, stupid." you whisper over and over to yourself, embarrassed about what just transpired. 

the scene was replaying in your head and you didn't care if people were staring at you with strange glances. 

"as if i would've even kissed him." you psych yourself out and when your forehead was about to hit the wall again, a hand was placed in front of you. "you wouldn't have?" a familiar voice asks with a bit of rasp. 

you look up at jooyeon who's face was blood shot red from the weather and a few snowflakes set on his work uniform. "joo, what are you doing here?" you ask and take the jacket he gave you off, wrapping it around his big shoulders. 

"i came to see if you wanted me to walk you home, it started snowing a few minutes after you left... you didn't answer my question." his voice was more serious than you've ever heard and his adams apple moved when he gulped, anticipating what you were going to say. 

"i mean, i would've, if you asked politely.." you whisper and his big smile showed, pushing you slowly against the wall, "leave it to you to make a joke in a situation like this." 

you look around your surroundings, seeing the people lessen but you still felt insecure about someone seeing you kiss him. jooyeon could see your eyes and he knew what you were thinking, "how about this?" he asks, lifting up the collar of his jacket so it was just the two of you in his large jacket, face to face. 

"i can't wait longer [Y/N]." when you opened your mouth to reply he pushes his face against yours, his lips were sweet from the frappe and it was so gentle. 

both of your lips work together perfectly, the tension made you use your tongue and slowly slide in between his lips. when you start playing with his tongue, a soft noise came from his throat and you giggle, pulling away. "maybe we should save the rest for later, this is a bookstore after all."

he agrees and grabs his jacket, wrapping it around you for a second time tonight, "let me walk you home." before you could walk out the door he gave you another kiss, just a peck this time but he wanted more. 

the walk home was a tad awkward, the feeling of his lips still lingered, but both of you were silent. 

'oh no, what if he expects to come inside? would that even be bad? you definitely wanted to kiss, but were you ready for more? of course, it's only polite, at least until he orders a taxi, he can't walk in this weather.' 

a smile confirming your decision crept on your face and you look up to the tall man who's eyes were looking straight ahead. 

your inner monologue, then staring at his beautiful face distracted you from feeling him grab your hand, but when you look down and see it, your tummy turns warm. 

"we're here," he whispers, still awkward from the situation and you kept his hand tight in yours. "it's snowing, i'm not letting you walk home." you say in a demanding voice, his eyebrows raise from your tone. "i dont like owing favors." he syas quickly back, mocking you from earlier.  

you laugh and grab the back of his neck, guiding him to your lips again, this kiss was more passionate because you felt more comfortable than in the bookstore. "that was the favor, now come in." 

jooyeon chuckles and follows behind you closely, but you stop when you unlock the door. "it may be a bit messy, i was busy and didn't have a chance to clean." you warn, not preparing for guests. "open the door and kiss me, i dont care about anything else." 

you comply and drop your keys on the side table by the door, turning around to look at jooyeon. "i've always wondered what it looked like in here, it fits your personality perfectly." he mumbles, looking around at your different decorations and lets out a "oooh!" 

your head turns and he's holding a pikachu stuffed animal that was on your couch, "oh yeah, that's my cuddle buddy." you whisper, realizing how pathetic it came out.

a grin shows on his face and you gulp, his smile makes you weak. "well, now you have a replacement." he smirks and sits on your couch, welcoming himself quite fast. jooyeon's arms open wide and you accept the invitation, sitting on his lap with a bright smile, facing him. 

"you make me think sinful things when you stare at me like that." he whispers and your tummy does those flips again. "do you feel that way at work too?" you ask, wondering how long he's been wanting you. he nods and grabs ahold of your waist, "you get hit on at the shop and turn everyone down so i didn't think you were interested." jooyeon smirks, rubbing his thumbs over the exposed skin that showed from your hips. 

"maybe i didn't go out with anyone because i was looking at someone else." you whisper, inching towards his neck, giving it a small peck. with this action, he throws his head back against the cushion of your couch and thrusts his hips a tad without meaning to. "s-sorry, my neck is sensitive." he whispers with a awkward laugh. 

you smirk softly at the feeling of his hips jerking, leaning down to kiss his neck again. "don't be sorry, i like the effect i have on you." 

his breath shallows and lifts your shirt up more so he could see just above your belly button, biting down on his lip. you took this chance to suck on his neck and leave a small mark, pulling away to see his eyes closed, his head hanging back. 

you could feel his dick slowly rise and it made you more confident, pulling your shirt quickly off. it left you in a pretty yellow lace bra with flowers decorating it, jooyeon admires your chest with his mouth agape. 

"damn, you are truly beautiful." he whispers, grabbing your boobs through the fabric and a moan leaves your lips. his ears perk up and takes you off his lap, laying you down so he was on top. "i need to hear that again." he smirks, taking your bra off, leaving you in only a skirt and panties. "pretty." he whispers gently, kissing your lips and playing with one of your nipples in his hand. 

this made you wetter than you could have ever imagined, feeling impatient. "can you touch me?" you beg in a whisper, both of your lips red from the hard kiss he gave you. 

panting, he trails his hand from your nipple to inbetween your thighs, rubbing a finger slowly against your beating clit. he knew exactly where to rub to make your body jolt with pleasure. "you're already so wet." he smirks, sliding off your skirt and panties off with one swift move, "may i have a taste?" jooyeon asks, a finger still slowly rubbing your now bare clit. you nod excitedly, never feeling someone's mouth on your pussy before. 

he scoots down on the couch and leans down, giving your pulsating clit a soft kiss. "i can't wait to do this everyday." he says mostly to himself, before traveling his tongue from your clit to the folds, flicking it gently. 

the moans that came out of your mouth didn't feel natural, you've never felt this way before and you definitely didn't think jooyeon was the one who would make you feel like this. 

he opens your folds with his tongue and slides it in your hole, one of your hands gripping his hair roughly, the pleasure was too much. 

when you felt the approach of your climax, he pulls his tongue away, kissing your clit once more and stands up. his clothes were soon on your floor and you admire his beautiful body, reaching out for his hard dick. 

he smiles when he feels you slowly start to jerk, still in a laying position. "want to make it wet?" he asks, and without answering, you take him all in at once. 

his moans echoed through your small house when he stood, looking down at you bobbing your head. when he couldn't take any more, he pulled his dick away from your mouth, slowly jerking himself until he was positioned inbetween your legs. "are you ready?" 

"yes, im ready for all of you jooyeon." he just nods and rubs his tip against your clit to tease you a bit, chuckling low when he sees you squirm under him. 

you've never seen this side to him and it turned you on even more. "please." was all you muttered out before he slides himself inside of your pussy easily, lifting both of your legs up in his arms. 

it hurt a bit when he stretched you out but when he started pumping, you got used to it fast. the pain soon changed to pleasure and you moan loudly for jooyeon. "god, you feel amazing around me [Y/N]." he mutters in your ear, going faster with each of your moans. 

jooyeon lifts your legs higher and leans down to kiss your lips, biting on your bottom lip. "you're so big jooyeon." you moan out, throwing your head back in pleasure. 

when he hears this it makes him go as fast as he can, moaning deeply in your ear. "i'm already close [Y/N], you make me so horny." he whispers, kissing the side of your neck softly, never losing his speed. "i'm close too, i've been wanting to cum since you were eating me out." you let out a giggle that turned into a moan and he pulls away from you. "lets cum together." 

he was now pounding in your pussy, both of your legs high in the air as he licks his thumb and reaches down to your clit, starting to rub fast. 

this made your body jolt and you could feel it coming within seconds. "im cumming jooyeon." you yell out, not caring about neighbors at this point. 

he throws his head back, still rubbing your clit skillfully, "cum with me [Y/N]," he moans out and almost simultaneously you both reach your highs. 

the moans could probably be heard 3 houses down but the pleasure was too much, you couldn't be quite at this moment. 

his warm cum fills your insides and his pumping slows down when he starts to get more sensitive, pulling out of you. 

the feeling of his dick leaving you made you sad but he made up for it by wrapping his long arms around your body. "that was the best i've ever had, thank you [Y/N]." you turn your head over and give him a sweet kiss, both of your sweaty bodies cuddling close. 

"i forgot to call a taxi." jooyeon admits after a few minutes of silence and you giggle, "get up, we're going to my bed. you can spend the night." you say as you stand and he jumps up like a kid with candy, smiling from ear to ear. 

"bring pikachu, he can cuddle with us." jooyeon chuckles, and you grab the stuffed animal from your couch, "poor pikachu had to see what we just did." you frown jokingly, rubbing his head softly. "he'll get used to it, we're about to do it again anyway." jooyeon smirks, lifting you up and carrying you to your room. 

[elllisaaa]

HER - XDINARY HEROES

KINKTOBER DAY 6 - BUKAKKE

SUMMARY : the dirty secret you've been hiding for a few months now is suddenly harder to keep for yourself when the other members catch you sucking off seungmin backstage. and after having discussed it, they decide that they have to get back at you for fucking each one of them sneakily.

-> pairing : ot6 xdh x stylist!reader

-> words count : 3.9k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : bukkake (obviously), voyeurism, use of 'slut', 'whore' & 'good girl', oral (m. receiving), mention of semi-public sex, handjob, mention of alcohol consumption and dry humping, unprotected sex, degradation, fingering, reader is tied up w. ropes, edging, overstimulation, exhibitionism, anal sex, pegging, begging, teasing, dirty talk, spit, hair pulling, praising, throat fucking, cum play, nipple play, marking, swearing, creampie, cum eating, titfucking,

+ the way i'm depicting xdh does not represent them, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | xdh masterlist | kinktober 2024

You had never meant for it to go this far, but you could only blame yourself for the position you were in right now - naked and tied to Seungmin’s bed with some solid ropes. You could feel his eyes on you, and you were used to it, but it was much more unusual to have his five other bandmates also standing all around you and looking at you with the same hunger in their eyes.

“- Don’t be scared angel, we’re not going to hurt you, you know that right ?”

You nodded to Seungmin’s reassuring words, but the whole situation was still very intimidating for you. You felt exposed, observed, detailed on every aspect of your body. Seungmin came closer to you until he could sit on the bed and caress your cheek tenderly. You immediately leaned into his familiar touch, closing your eyes. And just like that, it was easier to pretend you were with him only.

“- I’m gonna start, okay ? We need you to be as relaxed as possible.”

You nodded at him again, kinda happy to have him going first. He was the one you had the most experience with, and you knew that he would be able to make you forget about the five other pairs of eyes looking at you. Seungmin got on top of you slowly, as if not to scare you away, and soon enough, his lips were on yours - gentle yet demanding, tender yet sensual, just how you liked it.

It all went down a week or two before this, when you thought it would be a good idea to offer Seungmin a blowjob after their performance at Inkigayo. Your intentions were pure - you just wanted to help him relax from all the pressure weighing on his shoulders lately, to show him that he did a very good job. However, both of you were too distracted and excited to think about locking the door of the dressing room and you only remembered that you had in fact forgot to close it properly when Jungsu opened the door, the rest of the group standing right behind him. And even if the keyboardist slammed the door shut quickly, there was no way they hadn’t all seen you on your knees, with Seungmin’s whole length buried into your mouth.

However, none of them mentioned anything to you for the passing days, and you innocently thought that everything had come right back into place. Maybe they were too scared to confront you about it and probably taking the risk of making you feel uncomfortable, or maybe that Seungmin had told them to leave you alone, to forget about it. So when almost two weeks later, Seungmin called you late at night, asking you to come to the dorms because he was feeling needy, you didn’t think anything about it, simply going because you were never able to turn him down. But it wasn’t Seungmin that opened the door for you when you arrived, despite the late hour of the night, you discovered Jiseok waiting for you instead. And just by the way he was glaring at you, you understood that you were in trouble. He guided you to the couch on which you sat down anxiously, your nervousness reaching a whole new level when you saw that all of them were waiting for you in the living room.

“- So... You really thought that we would never know about it ?”

Gunil’s voice was sharp and rough, not letting you have any other choice but to respond, to lie because you still had the tiniest bit of hope that they hadn’t discovered your secret.

“- Know about what ?

- Don’t play dumb Y/N, we all know that you’ve been fucking with each one of us.”

You felt even more observed as the weight of what you did seemed heavier than ever. It all started with Seungmin, and how much he always flirted with you when you were in charge of helping him dress up. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, you had became fuck buddies. Then came Jiseok, who seemed so stressed before one concert that you jokingly said that you knew a good way to relax. He took you up on that offer and you gave him a handjob before he had to go on stage, and since then, he would often come to you when he needed to decompress before a show. The third was surprisingly Hyeongjun. You had gone out for some drinks to celebrate their comeback, and both of you being a little tipsy and left alone in the living room talking while everyone went to sleep led to a passionate make out session, with a sprinkle of dry humping to top it all. It never happened again with him, and he was very shy around for some time after it all.

At that point, you were already wondering how that was even possible. But when you caused an accidental boner to Gunil and that he fucked you to punish you, and when Jooyeon tried to teach you to play the bass but that you ended up riding him instead, and when you found yourself trapped in the dressing room with Jungsu for multiple hours and that again, you were fucked by him - you started to think that you had fell asleep and dived into an alternative reality. You never knew if they had talked between themselves about what was happening, but when neither one of them mentioned it, you figured that they hadn’t. And you were too embarrassed to bring it up by yourself. You knew that you did nothing wrong technically, but it still felt incredibly wrong to be fucked by six men who were all friends and that you also worked with. There was no reason for you to feel like this, but you still felt like you were a disgusting slut. Actually, you were even impressed that they only discovered it by accident like that and not earlier.

“- I...”

But you interrupted yourself quickly. What were you even supposed to say in such a situation ? You lowered your head, anxiously looking down at your feet and trying to come up with... With an apology ? An explanation ? You didn’t even know. But you soon felt Seungmin’s fingers brushing against your cheek, forcing you to look up again.

“- Don’t feel bad angel, it’s all good. We’re not mad, right guys ?”

They all approved and it eased the weight on your chest a little bit.

“- We’re really not angry or anything Y/N, just... surprised.”

Jungsu had gotten closer as he talked, sitting down beside you on the couch until his hand could rest on your thigh in a comforting touch.

“- Yeah, that’s all. And we have... Something to propose to you.”

Jiseok had come closer too, that cheeky smile of his taking over his features as he crouched down in front of you, his chin resting on top of your knees as he looked up at you. You felt surrounded by them, but the atmosphere had shifted to something a lot less tense, to something way much pleasurable than before.

“- W-What is it ?

- See, we’re not mad at you. But we think it would be unfair for all of us to not get our turns on you too. What do you think ?”

He looked at you with an eyebrow raised, impatiently waiting for your answer, and you looked up at Hyeongjun, Jooyeon and Gunil who were now standing a lot closer to you too. 

“- You… You all agreed to that ?

- Yeah, but we want you to want it too, of course.”

Gunil’s eyes were gentle as he talked, and you really considered the idea. You knew that you had loved your intercourse with every one of them in very different ways, but still loved it a lot nonetheless. And if they all wanted to be all over you, was it so bad ? Was it so bad that you felt yourself get wetter at the idea of the six of them taking care of you ? You gulped down and looked back to Seungmin, because you were practically certain that the idea came from him. 

“- Okay, I want to do it.”

That was how you found yourself being watched by the whole group while Seungmin was fingering you restlessly. You were still tied up to the bed, unable to do anything more than squirming around as he edged you, taking away another one of your orgasms from you. You were out of breath, looking at him desperately in hopes it would be enough to convince him to finally let you cum. But Seungmin only smirked at you cockily and leaned down to whisper directly in your ear.

“- Needed to get you all relaxed and sensitive for them to believe that they can make you cum harder than me. Ready ?”

You giggled, but he wasn’t wrong either. It was mostly because you and Seungmin had had a lot of practice over the months you fooled around, but he definitely made it more agreeable for you. After having given you another passionate kiss, Seungmin turned to his bandmates and beckoned for them to get closer as he finally freed you from the ropes. You tried to ignore the fact that being watched like that made you wetter as Jiseok got on top of you instead of Seungmin who had backed away to sit on a chair that gave him a perfect view of the bed. Jiseok already had his hands roaming all around your body, with that same cheeky smile that made you bite down on your lips. 

“- We already agreed that I would be the one fucking your ass baby, we both know how much you love it.”

Your cheeks were burning up as Jiseok coated his fingers in your slick before guiding them to the rim of your asshole, circling it gently before slowly pushing one of them inside. His smile widened when you whined his name.

“- Yeah, that’s right, moan just like that for me.”

Jiseok didn’t need to do much to get you to relax for him and allow him to push a second finger inside of your ass. He thrusted them carefully, not wanting to hurt you but he also couldn’t resist how much you loved it, how much you were willing to let them do to you. As Jiseok sat down against the headboard with you on his lap, his cock already seated deep inside of your ass, and that you were already getting lightheaded from the pleasure you felt, Jungsu stepped closer too. You wouldn’t have expected him to be the one who would fuck you, but you were glad he did because you still remembered to this day how good his thick cock felt inside of you. 

“- You’re already so wet for us, baby… You love it, right ? You love to have us all taking care of you ?”

You nodded at him as Jungsu pressed his thumb down on your clit, circling it slowly just to tease you a little bit. The last time you fucked, he was pretty gentle and caring, and if you could still see that in his eyes, his touch was a little more harsh, a little more demanding. 

“- You’re ready to take me ?

- Yes, please, Jungsu.”

A smile grew on his face as he aligned his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing his whole length inside of you. You felt stretched in the best way possible from both Jungsu and Jiseok’s cocks, but you also felt full, and you loved that feeling. You moaned as they both started to move in sync, Jiseok’s hands gripping your hips and Jungsu’s fingers digging into the skin of your plush thighs. Jiseok buried his head against your shoulder, his words coming out muffled.

“- Fuck… She’s so tight…

- Yes, squeezing us so good.”

Jungsu’s eyes were glued to the way your glistening pussy swallowed him whole so easily and he couldn‘t stop himself from speeding up his rhythm. You could already feel yourself clench down on both their cocks, already close because of the way Seungmin had edged you earlier. You had thrown your head back and rested it against Jiseok’s shoulder, eyes closed and lips parted to let all your moans spill from your lips freely when you felt someone pat your cheeks. You turned your gaze to Jooyeon who looked at you with a sly grin. His fingers pressed against either side of your cheeks, forcing you to open your mouth and letting him spit on your tongue, priding yourself in the way his jaw clenched when you gulped it down with another moan. 

“- Good fucking girl.”

The nickname made you want to be even better for him and you took it upon yourself to grab his fingers and take them into your mouth, as if to show him what you could do to his cock. Though you weren’t able to keep up for too long, because Jungsu and Jiseok apparently made it a competition to see who could get you to cum first. But you were too fucked out to comprehend anything else aside from the way their two cocks were filling you up so nicely. 

But Jooyeon didn’t let you get away from his fingers, instead replacing them with his cock. He didn’t even let you adjust before pushing his girth down your throat until your nose touched his pelvis. You gagged loudly around him, trying to conceal your orgasm that washed over you as Jooyeon caressed your hair. You had taken a hold of Jungsu’s shoulders as your body grew limp against them. 

“- Don’t go numb on us just now darling, we’re only starting.”

Jiseok sounded breathless, and he was because it was hard to for him to hold back when your ass clenched down on him so tight, when you felt so good, when it felt so naughty but also so exciting to fuck you at the same time as his friend. Jungsu started to circle your clit again and you jerked in overstimulation - it felt too much but at the same time, you still wanted more. You could feel that the both of them were still hard, that they hadn’t cum, and you threw a glance at Jungsu, begging him with your gaze to do something because Jooyeon’s cock down your throat didn’t allow you to talk.

“- I think she wants more.

- She’s so greedy.”

Jiseok said these last words right into your ear as he thrusted forward into your ass again, making you whine around Jooyeon’s cock who strengthened his grip on your hair, pulling on your strands as he groaned loudly. 

“- You’re such a slut Y/N, such a fucking whore.”

You moaned again, and Jooyeon’s smirk grew wider. If Jungsu didn’t stop telling you that you were doing so well, that you felt perfect, Jooyeon needed to remind you of how nasty and freaky you were. Not that he hated it because the way you hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head up and down on his cock as best as you could while his two bandmates were still fucking you at a quick pace made him feel in heaven. 

The room started to fill up with noises of pleasure and of skin slapping against skin, of your squelching pussy, of the gagging noise your throat produced. And everything about this situation turned you on even more every time you thought about it. Your brain capacities had been reduced to mush by now, and you barely registered when Gunil came closer to the bed too. 

“- Look at you, going dumb on us already… You know we’re only starting right ?”

You couldn’t respond with the way Jooyeon was fucking your mouth, simply looking up at Gunil with wide eyes, filled up with tears. A whimper that was a mix of pain and pleasure escaped from you as Jiseok and Jungsu worked in synch, the rhythm of their thrusts making it impossible for you to think anymore. Still, you had enough consciousness left to reach for his hard cock, wrapping your hand around it and jerking him off at a slow but sensual pace that had him groaning, one of his big hands flying to one of your breasts to take a hold of it. His finger flicked around your nipple, making you whine again around Jooyeon’s cock who moaned and tugged on your hair harder to pull you flush against him, savoring the way your throat was clenching around him. 

“- You have to touch her boobs, Jooyeon, her skin is so soft. So pretty for such a nasty girl.”

Jooyeon didn’t think twice before letting go of your hair and coming down to squeeze your breast hard, contrasting with the way Gunil was gently massaging them. Jooyeon stepped back to let you breathe, and you took a deep inspiration, now able to concentrate on properly jerking off Gunil, but the way Jiseok and Jungsu were still trying to compete against each other had you close to the brink of another orgasm. 

“- Fuck… You’re getting so tight angel, are you gonna cum again ?”

You nodded at Jungsu’s words, your moans spilling out from your lips freely now that your mouth wasn’t full anymore. The way he was hitting your sweet spot everytime he pushed back into you paired with the way Jiseok was fucking your ass deep and slow while biting and marking your neck had you screaming and clenching down tighter around them, your body trembling and tears finally spilling from your eyes as your second orgasm of the night hit you. You were definitely fucked out by now, but something was still bugging your mind - Hyeongjun still hadn’t had his fun with you. As Jungsu and Jiseok switched places - Jungsu filling up your ass this time, and Jiseok burying his length into your dripping pussy - you made a gesture to invite him closer. He shyly took some steps closer, and you tried to smile at him reassuringly even if it was hard with the way Jungsu and Jiseok had started their little game again, and that Jooyeon and Gunil were still massaging your boobs. But you still reached for his cock too, stroking a few times in a gentle manner. 

“- Is this okay ?

- Y-Yeah… You can… Do whatever you want.”

The way his words were already sounding like airy gasps even if you had barely done anything made you think back to how good he sounded when you were grinding against him, how good he sounded when you had made him cum in his pants. So just like you did with Jooyeon, you took him into your mouth, slowly pushing his whole cock into your mouth. Hyeongjun was smaller than Jooyeon, and it made it way easier for you to bob your head up and down. And his moans sounded just as good and heavenly as you remembered.

“- Lucky bastard… She does really likes losers, uh ?”

Jooyeon pinched your nipples as he talked, one of his hands coming down to wrap around his still rock hard cock, jerking himself over your body. Maybe he shouldn’t enjoy the view of all his friends having their way with you, but he did, and the scene unfolding before his eyes made his mouth salivate and his tip drip with precum. 

“- I’m not gonna last long angel…”

Jungsu had buried his head against your neck, his thrusts into your ass starting to become way more sloppy and uncoordinated. You whined around Hyeongjun dick, and the poor boy threw his head back. You could feel him already throbbing into your mouth, and just like last time, you loved how sensitive he was, how easy it was to make him cum. You replaced your lips by your hand, quickly jerking him off and matching it with the rhythm of your other hand that was still wrapped around Gunil’s cock.

“- Please, Jungsu… I’m close too…

- Shit… I’m gonna cum inside your pretty pussy.”

Jiseok seemed too fucked out to think properly as he pounded into you without any mercy, head thrown back and loud moans almost overpowering yours as he hit your sweet spot again and again. As you felt the knot in your stomach snap again, you tried to muffle your cries by taking Hyeongjun in your mouth again. The clenching of your pussy made Jiseok the first to cum, shooting his load inside of your cunt with a pathetic whimper. Then Jungsu groans got muffled by your skin as he pulled out from your ass just in time to cum all over your back, grinding against your cheeks. Hyeongjun took a hold of your hair and fucked your mouth at a quick pace, though he only needed a few seconds to cum right into your throat, moaning breathlessly at the way you swallowed it all.

“- Open that dirty mouth for me.”

You obeyed Gunil's order even if you were feeling dizzy and lightheaded from the way Jiseok was still pushing his cum inside of your pussy, from the way Jungsu was gently circling your clit and making your thighs shake with overstimulation. Gunil grabbed your cheeks to force you to look at him, pushing his tip into your mouth as he continued to jerk off. You only needed to suck around him a few times for him to groan deeply as he came in your mouth too. Once again, you swallowed it all, going as far as opening your mouth again to show how well you did.

“- Good girl.”

He patted your cheek before forcing you to turn your head to the other side, where Jooyeon was still standing with his hard cock in his hand.

“- I think you forgot one of us darling, what are you gonna do ?

- Come here, Joo.”

You pushed Jiseok away, letting him whine all he wanted while Jooyeon settled in between your thighs, his eyes racking around your spent body, and fixating on your pussy still dripping from his friend’s cum. Jungsu was holding you open for Jooyeon, whispering praises against your ear.

“-  Where do you want to cum ?

- I get to choose ? Lucky me.”

Jooyeon smiled cheekily as he climbed up your body until he could thrust his cock in between your tits. You giggled because of his interesting decision, but you still brought your hands up to your breast, squishing them together and making it perfect for Jooyeon to fuck. You were so focused on his face contorted in pleasure that you barely registered the way Jungsu’s fingers were gliding against your folds, not until he pushed two of his fingers inside of you, pushing back Jiseok’s cum inside. You moaned loudly and threw your head back against his shoulder, and your ecstatic face was what made him for Jooyeon. He groaned as his hips stuttered, his cum spurting out and covering your tits and even your chin and lips. You licked his cum and swallowed it, just as you came again around Jungsu’s fingers. This time, you leaned all your weight against him - exhausted and spent, but so satisfied. 

That was when you noticed that Seungmin hadn’t taken part in all of this, and you catched his gaze from where he was sitting on the same chair from across the room. His chest was heaving up and down rapidly, his hands still wrapped around his cock, even if his fingers were already covered in cum. You smiled at him lazily, and he flashed you a cocky smile back. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be caught red handed sometimes.

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[joocomics]

welcome to joocomics’ 2024 kinktober event

this event is 18+ minors do not interact!

here’s some information you may want to know:

⊱ all of the works i will be posting throughout october will be nsfw

⊱ because it’s my first time doing a bigger event like this i’ve decided to do few shorter works (up to 900 words) and few longer ones (up to 2k words max) for each member of xdinary heroes

⊱ there will be no dark content. as always, each work will have its own content warnings listed so you know what to expect before reading

⊱ you can message me anytime or leave a comment below if you’d like to be tagged - for specific work(s)/member or for all posts so you don’t miss out on anything you’re interested in reading

MASTERLIST

day one — thigh riding w/ gunil

day two — collar w/ jungsu

day three — hate sex w/ gaon

day four — sensory deprivation w/ o.de

day five — corruption kink w/ junhan

day six — temperature play w/ jooyeon

day seven — formal wear w/ gunil

day eight — anal w/ jungsu

day nine — sex tape w/ gaon

day ten — somnophilia w/ o.de

day eleven — cuddlefucking w/ junhan

day twelve — spit kink w/ jooyeon

day fourteen — nsfw links w/ ot6

day sixteen — guided masturbation w/ gunil

day eighteen — role reversed w/ jungsu

day twenty — mask kink w/ ghostface!gaon

day twenty four — anonymous sex w/ camboy!o.de written by @xhfics and camboy!jooyeon written by me

day twenty six — cockwarming w/ junhan

day twenty eight — pet play w/ jooyeon

day thirty — toys w/ ot6

day thirty one — nsfw links w/ ghostface!gaon

please be patient with me in case of any changes in the event or posting schedule!

♡ here’s my general masterlist if you’re looking for something to read in the meantime…

thank you in advance to those of you who will be reading and supporting my first kinktober event! i’m so excited and i really hope you enjoy the experience as much as me!

[joohanisms]

i am on my period and in pain which means

i deserve shameless selfish fanfcition

xdh + your period 💭💫

cw: periods, period sex, shower/bath sex, mention of taking pictures during sex, boys taking care of you, toys, slight crack, fingering, pegging

gunil

takes care of you so nicely :-(

even carries you around if you want to

makes you laugh, handles your mood swings, gets you chocolate or sweets, pets your tummy, etc. the perfect guy

is somehow against fucking you on your period because he's so scared of hurting you + the blood makes him even more uneasy because he associates it with hurting you

he likes the bloody mary blowjobs but feels bad you're not getting off :-(

until you get home with one of those phone controlled vibrators. and somehow now you're sitting at your couch shaking in your metaphorical boots because you're not allowed to cum before he says so

always gives you the go ahead. he can"t deny a woman in need

jungsu

takes great care of you :-( my lovely oldest child

has a hot pack at his place for your cramps 🥺

def is one of those people that will clean the house for you when you're not feeling well. you'll take a nap and wake up to your dishes in the dishrack, your floor swept, the living room organized..

when it comes to sex, he is a little afraid to hurt you – but everytime you assure him you'll be fine he breaks his resolve

but in his head, the best thing to do is fucking in the bath. hear him out

1) it's warm. it's relaxing. it'll help with the cramping and the full-body horrors menstruation brings with it

2) he'll wash your hair for you!! he'll give you a massage!! let him pamper you a little

3) you can lay on his chest and he'll either finger you with his head on your shoulder or put his cock in you and fuck you sooooo lazily, just grinding and making you feel full

4) no clean up, no staining, only water and a nice orgasm to tire you out a little

jiseok

first off, always goes thank god you're not pregnant even though you're on birth control + you're both careful. he's ridiculous

ALWAYS!!!! has ibuprofen on him

"how's the uterus?"

def the uterUS guy

which means. he's with you every single second he can. you can't get off your bed? neither can he, guess you'll have to cuddle. you wanna take a walk to ease your cramps? he's by your side, hope you wanna hold hands. you need a good cry? you're crying on his shoulder. you want to eat a mountain of carbs? he's ordering double so you can eat together

guess who's getting fucked!!!!! if you're down ofc.

lays down a towel on the bed Or.. fucks you in the shower <3

used to lift your leg up onto his hip but you nearly lost balance once and now ya'll are scared so. your hands are on the tiles and you're nearly bent over while he slams into you !

really likes how the squelching is louder because of the blood+fluids and

every time he can see blood smeared on the top of his thighs/on his cock everytime he pulls out he goes a little bit insane .

not because it's blood, but because it's SO messy. probably has pictures somewhere in his phone.

likes cumming inside because you were already loose and messy before and now you're even looser and messier .

and thinks it's cute when his cum drips out a shade of pink. he's ridiculous

seungmin

DEFINITELY has a period tracker app

"hey baby have you started your period yet? i'm bringing you some cake either way i know you get grumpy without a sweet treat <3"

response to this ranges from who are you calling grumpy seungmin to full on sobbing because your boyfie is so nice to you

either way, he embraces you in a hug and coos about his baby being emotional

softest ever when you ask him to fuck ;-(

delicate with how he touches you

softest love making towels on the bed missionary.

tender touches tummy pats

"are you doing okay baby? do you want to keep going?"

"is my baby feeling better? is this helping?"

you'd NEVER believe it's the same guy that is usually a menace to you

don't let him fool you though.. his head Is spinning with how sloppy your cunt is

hyeongjun

nicest boy alive. is at your beck and call. if you go [sighs] i wish i had a sweet treat :-( he's already putting shoes on to buy you cookies

lays his head on your stomach because the weight and the warmth makes you more comfortable :-( pet his hair as a treat pls

NOTHING a good nap can't cure. the blinds are closed, the ac is on, the fluffy blankets are on top of you, hyeongjun is spooning you with a firm hand on your tummy, you're only waking up 3h later with a whole new mood. now the gamble is Which Mood

will do Anything you ask fr

now in this blog we have established he's fingering master. that's what you'll be doing .

it's not that he thinks it's disgusting having actual sex on periods or anything . he's just so lazy. it's sooo much easier to just wash his hands later instead of prepping the whole bed in case of any leakage or blood stains

(he has seen you cry over staining the sheets. he's not taking chances)

it's so much faster to shove his hands down your pants and finger fuck you clothed, pad and all.

plus its super common to feel icky about yourself on your period and he respects that so much !!! the clothes only come off if you want them to come off

if it gets Too Much he's not opposed to fucking you in the shower, pressing his whole front against your back and covering your stomach with a giant hand.....

jooyeon

unfortunately for some, he won't be eating you out.

i don't think he'd love the taste of blood (i don"t think many people do,) so it's generally off limits ? but he's making it up to you for sureeeeeeeeeee.

his favorite way to do so is being pegged.

once joked about how once a month you switch both roles and holes and earned a slap across his head.

goes :-( can i pls suck your boobs and if you say no because you're tender he goes :-( pls just the tip just a little bit i swear i'll be gentle

if you give in, he's actually unbearably soft with kitten licks and soft little kisses. and now you want him to be rougher and this fuckass won't do it

has emergency pads/tampons at his place!!!! your period is NOT messing with cuddle time. oh you suddenly started it and stained your pants? no one is going home your clothes are in the washing machine you're wearing boxers and you're chilling under the blankets.

tried to hit you with the hey babe what size pussy you wear and received absolutely NOTHING in return. joo was IGNORED and REJECTED so he bought what felt right+whatever had the same color of the package you had at your house

[b1mbodoll]

i just think jooyeon n jiseokie r neat 🙂 im definitely Not Having Thoughts. me?? never!

[puppyluvfics]

When He Sees Me | Gaon/Kwak Jiseok

Gaon/Kwak Jiseok | WC: 1.1k Genre: Smut Summary: Voyeurism is a director's job description. It's an artist's, too. And god help you if Jiseok wasn't an artist. Warnings: None, I think? It's akin to my usual smut stuff! F!reader, dirty talk, all that jazz Kinks: Voyeurism A/N: This is so much shorter I'm sorry T-T I picked a kink that was hard to write about but there are 3 more Jiseok centric stories coming this month, fear not!

It wasn’t odd for you and Jiseok to share information about your personal intimate moments. What it came down to, really, was that there were simply times where one of you was in the mood but the other wasn’t, and that was fine. Today was no different. 

You two had been cuddling on the couch, watching a movie together, when a raunchy scene played on the screen. You could tell from the lack of hardness against your back that for once, he was truly invested in the story more than the sex on screen. You, however, could not agree. Each passing second made you wetter and wetter. You pressed your thighs together more and more until you simply couldn’t take it anymore. Sure, you could have just thought your way out of it and dealt with the clean up after, but the way you saw it, why not just go take care of it and then come back?

You leaned up and kissed Jiseok on his jawline, mumbling into his skin. “I’ll be back…”

He paused the movie, looking down at you. “Can I watch?”

You furrow your brows softly. “Yeah, you can keep watching, I don’t mind. I’ll finish it later.” You say, under the assumption that he means watch the movie without you. He lets out a small chuckle, his fingers lacing between yours. 

“That’s not what I meant.” He whispers to you.

“What did you mean, then?” You ask, genuinely confused, but not opposed to whatever the answer might be.

“Can I watch?” He repeats the question, this time gesturing down with his eyes, a small smirk forming on his lips.

You were never the dominant type with him. And yet, something inside you pushed, even for just this moment.

“Use your words, Jiseok…” You say, your tone coming out more sultry than you had intended it to be - but hey, you’d take it. A flush of pink dusted his cheeks as he too was taken aback by the sudden take-charge nature you presented. 

“Can I… watch you touch yourself?” He asked, swallowing thickly. He wasn’t used to being put on the spot like this, especially not with the addition of your commanding tone. Obviously, this wouldn’t be an everyday dynamic. But God, you were so sexy right now that he would do anything you asked.

You were just as taken aback by his request as he was by your tone. Sure, you’d both walked in on each other a time or two before, some of those times even turned into the two of you having sex together. But this…? This was new. New and exciting.

“You want to watch me… get off?” You stuttered out, a bit perplexed. He hummed with a nod.

“Yeah… I mean, you’re always so beautiful when you come when we… well,” he chuckled softly, recounting many a memory. “But I never really get to watch you feel good without being too distracted by how good you’re making me feel, you know?” He continued.

“Yeah, sure, what the hell?” You obliged, standing up, offering a hand to him. He took it eagerly, lacing his fingers with yours, letting you lead the way to your shared bedroom. You knew it would get less awkward once you got started, but right now, it felt like your first time with him all over again. Full of giddiness and uncharted territory. He wasted no time sitting down in what usually served as your “laundry chair,” kicking his jeans off. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly to yourself and shake your head as you followed his lead, undressing yourself. 

Normally, whenever you took time for yourself, you didn’t make a big deal of it; you didn’t even take your pants off half the time. But, if he wanted a show… well, you’d give him one. You stripped down slowly, keeping your back turned to him the entire time, purposefully teasing him. You swayed your hips as one by one, a piece of your clothes found its way to the floor or into his lap. Once you were fully naked, you finally turned around to look him in the eye. The smile on your lips was hardly sultry, it was more shy than anything. He’d seen you naked countless times, and yet, every time made you feel shy.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby.” He breathed out, toying with your panties that you had tossed over to him while you undressed.

You thanked him softly before crawling onto the bed, getting comfortable. Usually, you just rolled in, went at it, and called it good. But, again, he wanted a show, so you centered yourself in the middle of the bed, propping yourself up with pillows. You had toys, sure, but you didn’t really know how this would play out, so you figured you’d just use your fingers. You kept eye contact with him as you spread your legs slowly, your fingers finding their way to your clit.

You breathed out softly as you started to move your fingers in circles, letting your eyes shut and your head fall back as you went about your usual routine. Through your pants and moans, you could hear Jiseok stand up and take his own clothes off, and the idea of that drove you wild. You sped up, moaning his name softly, filthy phrases accompanying it.

“Fuck me just like that, Jiseok…” You moaned out softly as your fingers worked their way in and out of you, your hips bucking softly as you writhed. You were still in too much of a state of pleasure to open your eyes, but the things you were imagining him doing as he watched… 

Your moans turned to whimpers and whines, speeding up as you got closer and closer to finishing. “I’m- fuck… I’m gonna come…” You said, mostly for him to know. 

“Come for me, (Y/N), fuck, show me how pretty you are when you come.” He coaxed you. You could hear the soft sounds of him jacking off as you got closer, which, when coupled with his words, brought you over the edge. You writhed and whined, begged for him until you laid there, panting softly. 

“Wow…” you giggled quietly, “I’ve never come that hard just on my own.” You admitted.

He stood up, walking over to the bed, his cock rock hard. His hands tugged you down by your thighs so you were on the edge of the bed. As you caught your breath, you looked up at him. He was always so stunning when he was above you.

“Let’s see how hard you can come on my cock, then.” He said, teasingly rubbing it up and down your dripping slit. So much for finishing the movie…

[sugawhaaa]

💜GAON SMUT HEADCANONS💜

Sex with Gaon would...

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, oral (f/m rec), fingering, shower sex, bdsm, sex toys

Pairing:: switch!Gaon x switch!fem!reader

A/N::my goal for this fanfic is specifically 97 notes...idk why but my brain it telling me that's the one

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Feel like

☆-Gaon's touch can be rough and desperate or sometimes gentle and thorough. Jiseok's love for you shows through touch but it changes consistently with the situation.

☆-after touring or a few days apart Jiseok gets clinging as hell. As soon as he gets through the doorway his fingers are tangled in your hair, groping your skin, and grazing over your androgynous zones.

☆-Jiseok likes making sex last for hours, frankly, because he thinks it's something worth cherishing, so by the end of it your body is buzzing and twitching

☆-He is a TEASE so you'll be getting edged and/or overstimulated a lot

☆-he's a big fan of both fingering and giving oral. His fingers and hands are strong and flexible due to his guitarist talent. This also makes his fingers really fast...

☆-as for oral his tongue is just perfectly molded and his lips give him a bonus strength in making you cum

☆-Gaon loves your curves so he likes to grab you by the hips or waist to accentuate your body for both himself and you if you're watching

☆-adding onto the tease note, he likes to restrain you a lot. Tie up your wrists, fasten a vibrator to your clit, fasten your ankles, pretty much anything that limits your movements is his game.

Sound like

☆-sex with Jiseok will sound very different depending on a lot of different factors. Sometimes he likes to fuck you in public settings which would result in trying to be quiet, sometimes he likes to show the whole world how good he makes you feel and lets you scream your heart out.

☆-Jiseok likes a very odd sound during sex, the sound of you gripping the sheets. There are some nights in the dorms where you just have to be quiet and so you do, keeping your moans to a minimum, but due to the quietness, you can distinctly hear the sound of your pussy clinging to his cock and the sheets ruffling.

☆-he's the type of guy to pat your ass, not smack, but pat. Either to bring you back down to reality when he asks you questions or to reward you for doing a good job.

☆-lot's of surprised gasps when you're with this man. You'll be surprised how many tricks his guitarist fingers know.

☆-This may be a stretch but I think Gaon is the type of man to groan and grunt more than anything when he's fucking someone. When getting his cock played with, that's different, but when actually penetrating he'd mainly let out little grunts.

☆-the sound of a vibrator and his devilish, cocky, chuckles. He's a huge tease with vibrators so hearing that buzz, that matches the one in your head, is not uncommon.

☆-as I mentioned in the feelings section he is a TEASE so lots of whining, whimpering, and begging from you is not uncommon

Look like

☆-wet, sticky, hot sex. That's what Jiseok is all about and this falls over into how he looks during sex.

☆-I can see him really enjoying specifically shower sex so seeing him dripping wet is not an unfamiliar sight

☆-however most of the time when he's wet it's from his own sweat and/or spit. I imagine Gaon to get sweaty easily while having sex, especially around his neck, chest, and face. His soaked jawline is 😍 and the way his hair clings to it and the rest of his face.

☆-I can vividly picture his lips ghosting over your neck and upper chest while rutting into you. He does the same when he's fucking you from behind but he finds that sensitive spot between your shoulder blades and tease that one spot

☆-Gaon can be anywhere with you, below, above, beside, in between your legs, he's happy being anywhere near you as long as you're moaning, but a sight you'll see often is your legs up on his shoulders. This happens either when he is fucking you, originally in missionary, or when eating you out

☆-Jiseok makes sure to always make eye contact when eating you out. He has to make eye contact at least twice, if not more, every time.

☆-I can see Jiseok liking the idea of blindfolding you so sometimes you may not even see anything 🤭

Taste like

☆-Jiseok's lips were made to eat out or be made out with, that isn't even a fact to debate.

☆-He lowkey loves it when you wear vibrant lipstick that leaves your lip print on his lips and body <3

☆-He's the type of guy that'd be into trying the mint method, aka having a really strong breath mint before eating you out. It creates a warm, tingly and sometimes burning feeling but Gaon's the type of freak to be into that

☆-On the contrary he'd be into giving you some Flintts before giving him a blow job (for those who don't know Flintts is a type of mint that makes your mouth profusely water)

☆-hear me out...cum bubbles...

☆-When receiving blow jobs Jiseok really doesn't mind how you do it. Deep throat, sucking hard, using your hand, he seriously doesn't mind as long as you make a mess

☆-On the topic of mess, he loves loves loves to cum on your face and/or give you facials. Something about it is so lewd to him.

[minhosbitterriver]

❤️ THE PRICE OF PLEASURE ( xdinary heroes )

❛ When Jiseok and Jooyeon break your strict rule, you push the boundaries of your control and desire, navigating a thrilling interplay of discipline and pleasure as you mold their eager submission to your will.

𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐤 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 + female reader + 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 8.0k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 32 mins

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ Yet another amazing request made by the wonderful 🍀 Anon! This is probably the filthiest, things I've ever written. But I also feel like it's my absolute favorite! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: MDNI, oral (male and female receiving), brief m x m action, voyeurism, Jooyeon is a major brat, Jooyeon and Gaon are both submissive, Reader is a control-obsessed dom, she's also soft sometimes, Gaon gets pegged, handjob, begging, crying (not really, but kinda), lots and lots of teasing, let me know if I missed anything!

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

The familiar, rhythmic thud of your shoes hitting the floor echoed softly through the quiet apartment as you kicked them off, the sound oddly amplified in the stillness. A slight frown tugged at your lips, a whisper of confusion settling in as you took in the unexpected silence. Your home, usually alive with the vibrant energy of your boyfriends, was eerily calm, devoid of the usual symphony of laughter and banter that often greeted your return. It was odd, unsettling even, that this quiet was your welcome, especially since their shoes were already neatly lined by the door—a sign that they were home, yet nowhere to be seen.

With a gentle shrug, you slipped off your light jacket, the fabric brushing softly against your skin as you hung it on the coat rack. Your oversized work bag followed, its weight slipping from your shoulder with a familiar relief. As you stood there, the quiet pressing in around you, suspicion began to stir, a soft unease gnawing at the edges of your thoughts. Your gaze swept the room, searching for any sign of your lovers' presence, but the usual chaos they brought with them was conspicuously absent. The stillness felt like a lull before a storm, the kind of silence that Jiseok and Jooyeon could never maintain for long, especially when they were together, plotting their next mischievous escapade.

Faintly, like a whisper in the quiet, you caught the delicate sound of shuffling emanating from within your bedroom. The noise was subtle, almost hesitant, yet it pierced through the silence with a presence that demanded attention. Your eyes narrowed, suspicion flaring as you took in the unusual sight of your closed bedroom door—a rare occurrence in the sanctuary of your home. With a quiet resolve, you made your way toward the source of the sound, each step deliberate and silent as if the stillness of the apartment itself held its breath.

As you reached the door, your hand hesitated for the briefest moment before gently pushing it open. The scene that greeted you was one of raw, unapologetic intimacy, an almost obscene tableau that instantly commanded your full attention. There, perched at the edge of your shared bed, was Jooyeon, his slender frame glistening with a sheen of sweat. His head was thrown back in a wild surrender to pleasure, long strands of hair clinging to his damp, flushed skin, creating an image of untamed beauty. His face, scrunched up in ecstasy, betrayed the intense sensations coursing through him, every muscle in his body taut with the effort of holding on to the bliss that threatened to consume him.

Kneeling between Jooyeon’s trembling legs was Jiseok, his back turned to you, though the rhythmic bobbing of his head left no doubt about the intimate service he was providing. The sight of them together, lost in their own world of pleasure, was a potent mix of annoyance and arousal, each emotion vying for dominance within you. The lewd, wet sounds that filled the air only intensified the storm brewing inside, sending an intoxicating rush of heat through your veins. It was a moment suspended in time, one that held you captive, torn between the urge to interrupt and the desire to watch their passion unfold.

Deciding not to disturb their passionate moment, you chose instead to lean casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest. There was a certain thrill in observing them unnoticed, your gaze sharp and unyielding as it fixed upon the scene unfolding before you. Curiosity sparked within, urging you to see just how long it would take for them to sense the weight of your stare, to feel the intensity of your presence as you watched, silent and unmoving.

Yet, as the seconds ticked by, that initial thrill began to sour, replaced by a simmering annoyance that crept into your chest. The longer you stood there, the more your irritation grew, gnawing at the edges of your patience. You had set rules for a reason—clear, firm boundaries that all of you had agreed upon, understanding the importance of maintaining balance within your dynamic. One of those rules was simple, yet essential: neither of them was allowed to indulge in pleasure without your explicit permission, particularly when you had made your desires known. You had been crystal clear, even taking the time to send a message in the group chat before leaving work, outlining exactly how you wanted them.

But as you stood there, a sudden realization struck you with infuriating clarity. Technically, they weren’t breaking any rules, and the thought sent a fresh wave of irritation coursing through you. You could vividly recall the exact phrasing you had used: "Neither of you can give yourselves pleasure without my explicit permission, especially if I tell you that I want you beforehand." The loophole they had exploited now seemed glaringly obvious, and a bitter scoff nearly escaped your lips. They weren't seeking pleasure from themselves but from each other—a clever, if maddening, twist on your words.

The knowledge that they had found a way around your rule, skirting the edges of defiance while technically staying within the bounds you had set, only fueled your growing annoyance. Yet, beneath that annoyance, there was a grudging admiration for their audacity, for the way they had turned your own rule against you. It was a delicate dance of power and submission, one that you were determined to reclaim control over, even as you continued to watch, the silence between you heavy with unspoken tension.

As if finally attuned to the simmering tension in the room, Jooyeon’s pleasure-clouded eyes fluttered open, locking onto your unyielding stare. For a brief moment, his gaze remained unfocused, lost in the haze of the moment, but then recognition dawned, widening his eyes in a sudden panic. In a frantic rush, he pushed Jiseok away, his movements clumsy with urgency. Jiseok, still caught in the throes of their intimacy, mumbled something unintelligible, his voice muffled by the lingering taste of Jooyeon's desire. It wasn’t until he followed Jooyeon’s gaze that the gravity of the situation fully hit him. His own eyes went wide, a deep flush of anxiety spreading across his face, the earlier confidence replaced by a palpable unease.

Despite the tumultuous swirl of emotions churning within you, you maintained a veneer of calm as you slowly pushed yourself off the doorframe. Your movements were deliberate, calculated, as you made your way to a plush chair nestled in the furthest corner of the room. The sharp edge in your voice betrayed the storm beneath your composed exterior as you spoke, “Don’t let me interrupt your fun,” you said, the words slicing through the thick silence like a blade. 

Settling into the chair with an elegance that belied the intensity of the moment, you crossed one leg over the other, the smooth motion a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere. Your fingers intertwined with a practiced grace, resting casually on your lap, though there was nothing casual about the undercurrent of displeasure in your tone. "Clearly, I’m not needed here," you continued, the bitterness in your words hanging in the air like a challenge, daring them to refute it. The room seemed to shrink under the weight of your presence, the earlier intimacy now overshadowed by the unspoken tension that filled the space between you.

While Jiseok, ever the more submissive of the two, began to pathetically crawl across the floor toward you, his movements were slow and deliberate, as if each inch he gained was a testament to his regret. When he finally reached you, he positioned himself on his knees, his arms wrapping around your legs in a desperate embrace. His head bowed low, resting against your lap, he mumbled a stream of breathless apologies, each word laced with a whine that betrayed his mounting anxiety. His voice was a soft, trembling plea for forgiveness, and though his presence was tangible, your gaze remained fixed elsewhere.

Your attention was locked on Jooyeon, whose unwavering stare met yours with a defiant glint. His eyes, dark and challenging, held none of the remorse that Jiseok so readily displayed. Instead, there was a boldness in his gaze, a spark of rebellion that was all too familiar. It wasn’t unexpected—Jooyeon had always possessed an uncanny ability to push your limits, a relentless determination to test your patience at every turn. The smirk tugging at the corner of his lips was a silent taunt, an invitation to the game he so loved to play. 

He knew you too well, knew precisely which buttons to press and when to press them. It was a dance you had performed countless times before, each step choreographed with an intimacy that came from understanding the deepest corners of each other's minds. Yet, despite knowing how the game would play out, despite the simmering frustration that he always managed to evoke within you, there was a part of you that couldn't help but admire his audacity. It was infuriating, maddening even, but there was also something intoxicating about the way he challenged you, the way he thrived on eliciting a reaction.

Jooyeon's defiance was a fire that refused to be extinguished, a flame that burned with a heat that could either consume or ignite something within you. And as you stared into his eyes, a silent battle waging between the two of you, the familiar thrill of the challenge began to stir within your chest, mingling with the annoyance that his stubbornness always managed to evoke. It was a complex dance of power and submission, one that neither of you were willing to lose.

“Please,” Jiseok’s voice quivered with desperation, his fingers curling around the hem of your shirt as if clinging to a lifeline. His plea was laced with a raw vulnerability, an attempt to capture your attention, to divert your gaze from the other boy who remained rooted in defiant stillness. For a long moment, you ignored him, your eyes fixed on Jooyeon, who hadn't moved an inch. But eventually, the pitiful weight of Jiseok’s words pulled you down to him, your gaze dropping to meet his flushed, guilt-ridden face. His cheeks were stained a deep crimson, the color of shame, and his eyes glistened with regret that bordered on desperation.

“I told Jooyeon it wasn’t a good idea, but he still made me do it,” Jiseok murmured, his voice wavering as he sought to absolve himself, to shift the blame onto the unyielding figure across the room. His words, however, were met with a sharp scoff from Jooyeon, who rolled his eyes with a mixture of disdain and amusement. The smirk that played on his lips was almost cruel in its satisfaction as he cut through Jiseok’s attempt at innocence with biting clarity.

“Don’t act all innocent, Ji. You weren’t too hard to convince,” Jooyeon’s voice dripped with mocking amusement, the casual dismissal of Jiseok’s plea only deepening the tension in the room. Your eyes narrowed, fixing on Jiseok, who recoiled slightly under your scrutinizing gaze. The groveling man at your feet cast a quick, venomous glare in Jooyeon’s direction before returning his pleading eyes to you, a silent appeal for mercy.

The sight of them, one defiant and the other groveling, was almost too much to bear. You could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all—the way Jiseok's desperate attempts to escape blame were so easily dismantled by Jooyeon’s unrelenting honesty. Yet, you held back, determined to maintain your composure. With a deliberate, gentle firmness, you pushed Jiseok away, his fingers slipping from your shirt as you created a space between your bodies. The movement was final, a quiet assertion of your control, a reminder that you would not be swayed by pitiful apologies or manipulative tactics.

“Did you not hear what I just said?” Your voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and unwavering. You raised an eyebrow, your gaze flickering between the two men, each of them a stark contrast to the other in their response. Jooyeon, ever the defiant one, met your challenge with a smirk that played at the corners of his lips. He shifted his weight, leaning back onto his elbows with a casual arrogance, his eyes drifting lazily toward Jiseok as if the entire situation were nothing more than an amusing game.

Jiseok, in stark contrast, remained at your feet, his frown deepening as he absorbed the weight of your words. The air between you all was thick with unspoken tension, the power dynamic shifting and settling as you held their gazes, one after the other. Jooyeon’s smirk widened, his expression one of almost mocking confidence as he finally broke the silence, his voice laced with a taunting edge.

You let the silence hang for a beat, your patience wearing thin. “Don’t let me interrupt your fun,” you added, the words laced with a subtle yet unmistakable edge. Your gaze remained steady, shifting between them, watching their reactions with a mixture of frustration and control. The defiance in Jooyeon’s posture only seemed to grow stronger under your scrutiny, while Jiseok’s frown deepened, his eyes flickering with unease. 

The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension, each of you aware of the delicate balance of power at play. Your words, though calmly spoken, carried an undercurrent of authority that left no room for misinterpretation.

Jiseok resumed his position at your feet, his fingers trembling slightly as they fisted the hem of your shirt once more. His bottom lip jutted out in a desperate pout, the very picture of contrition. As you gazed down at him, his remorse was palpable, almost tangible in the way his eyes pleaded for forgiveness. The sight of him, so earnestly regretful, caused something within you to soften, a crack in the armor of your stern resolve.

Yet, you knew better than to let that moment of tenderness sway your judgment. Judging by the way Jooyeon had reacted to your earlier command to continue with his naughty activities, you understood that simply ordering them to proceed wouldn’t serve as the true punishment Jooyeon needed. He thrived on defiance, on pushing boundaries, and you were all too aware that he wouldn’t be so easily subdued. 

With a gentle sigh, you leaned back into your seat, allowing your expression to shift from stern to sympathetic as your focus returned to the older boy at your feet. The transformation was subtle yet deliberate, a calculated move meant to comfort Jiseok, whose guilt was as evident as the tears brimming in his eyes. Your index finger curled beneath his chin, tilting his face upward to meet your gaze. The touch was soft, almost tender, and your thumb traced the contour of his chin with a gentleness that belied the authority you wielded.

“Do you feel guilty, Ji?” you cooed, your voice a soothing balm against the tension that still lingered in the air. 

His response was immediate, his head nodding with such fervor that it almost seemed frantic. “So, so sorry!” he gasped, his voice a breathless plea, and you could see the sliver of hope flickering in his eyes at your sudden change in demeanor.

The shift in your tone and touch was deliberate, designed to draw him closer, to offer him a glimpse of redemption. The power dynamic was clear, but in this moment, it was laced with a tenderness that made Jiseok’s heart swell with a desperate need to earn back your favor. And as you looked into his eyes, you could see that your calculated change in approach had taken its desired effect, planting the seed of hope within him while still maintaining the control you so deftly wielded.

“Hmmm,” you murmur thoughtfully, your voice a soft, velvety purr as you release Jiseok’s face from your gentle hold. Your fingers linger for a moment, caressing his skin with a lingering warmth that belied the sternness in your gaze. “If you show me just how sorry you are—by pleasuring me properly, eating me with the devotion I deserve—I might just consider showing you a bit of mercy. Does that sound fair, baby?”

Jiseok’s eyes widened, a glimmer of eager anticipation flashing in their depths. His excitement is almost palpable as he nods vigorously, his expression one of hopeful desperation. Without hesitation, he begins his task, his hands trembling slightly as he grips the waistband of your pants and underwear. With your assistance, he pulls the fabric down to your ankles, his movements urgent and precise.

Once you’ve kicked off the restrictive garments, a sigh escapes your lips, a sound of both relief and satisfaction. You stretch out your legs, opening them with a deliberate and inviting ease, presenting yourself to your eager lover. The warm glow of the nightstand lamps casts a golden sheen over your exposed core, highlighting the glistening wetness that betrays your arousal. The soft light creates a shimmering effect, making your desire all the more visible and enticing.

You catch the subtle, involuntary swallow that ripples through Jooyeon’s throat as he watches the scene unfold, his gaze fixed intently on the sight before him. His reaction is immediate, a clear indication of the effect the display has on him. The moment Jiseok’s eyes fall upon your aroused core, he emits a low, reverent moan, the sound reverberating with a mixture of lust and devotion. The interplay of your body’s response and Jiseok’s eager obedience creates a charged atmosphere, one that only serves to heighten the tension and excitement in the room.

Jiseok didn’t hesitate for a moment, his lips moving with an urgent, fervent need as he traced a path of wet, eager kisses up your inner thighs. Each kiss was imbued with a desperate longing, a tactile promise of the pleasure that awaited. The sensation of his lips against your sensitive skin sent a thrilling jolt of anticipation straight into your abdomen, making your heartbeat quicken with fervor.

When his lips finally reached your aching core, he paused for a brief, tantalizing moment, inhaling the intoxicating, familiar scent of your arousal. The air seemed to crackle with charged energy as he savored the moment, his breath warm and teasing against your skin. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he pressed a soft, reverent kiss onto your sensitive folds. The simple, yet profound contact elicited a shuddered gasp from you, a sound that seemed to resonate deeply within him, filling him with a sense of satisfaction and boldness.

Spurred on by your reaction, Jiseok’s tongue emerged, expertly gliding between your folds with a practiced, skilled touch. The sensation was electric, a wave of intense pleasure that made your fingers instinctively curl into his hair, gripping him tightly. The pressure of your touch was a firm reminder of who held the reins, a detail that elicited a delicious, vibrating moan from Jiseok. The sound reverberated through your core, amplifying the pleasure and creating a symphony of sensations that left you craving more.

Having Jiseok in this submissive, eager state was pure bliss—his compliance and desperation to please made every moment feel like a heavenly indulgence. His willingness to cater to your desires, his every action steeped in devotion and need, transformed the experience into something both transcendent and intimately fulfilling.

After a few moments of surrendering to the intoxicating pleasure Jiseok’s exquisite mouth was bestowing upon you, you reluctantly shifted your gaze toward your other, more rebellious lover. The sight that met your eyes was both captivating and gratifying—Jooyeon, breathless and visibly disheveled, was gripping the bedsheets with such intensity that his knuckles had turned a stark, ghostly white. The raw desperation etched on his face sent a shiver of dark satisfaction coursing through your veins.

You allowed a smirk to curl at the corners of your lips, a reflection of the wicked pleasure you took in his discomfiture. The dark gleam in your eyes only seemed to heighten his arousal, and you could see the effect it had on him. The twitch of his length was unmistakable, a physical testament to the intense frustration and yearning that had been stoked by your presence and actions.

It dawned on you then that his own pleasure had been sharply interrupted by your control, leaving him in a state of aching need. The realization brought a dark, amused chuckle to your lips, a sound that was both cruel and deeply satisfying. The thought that his own arousal was teetering on the edge of painful necessity was a delicious detail you couldn’t help but relish. Each twitch and shudder of his body was a testament to your dominance, a reminder of just how effectively you could manipulate and captivate him.

A surprising jolt of pleasure suddenly pulls your focus away from Jooyeon, drawing your attention back to Jiseok. A moan escapes your lips, filled with both surprise and delight, as you become acutely aware of his expert touch. Jiseok’s fingertips, deft and determined, trace gentle circles over your sensitive nub, while his tongue thrusts rhythmically in and out of your sopping core. His eyes, locked onto your face, gleam with a quiet pride, a testament to his satisfaction in his performance.

Unable to contain your tender response, you smile gently at him, your expression softening with affection. You move the hand that had been resting in his hair to cup his cheek, your thumb caressing him with a tenderness that contrasts the intensity of the moment. At your touch, Jiseok leans into your hand, his body vibrating with a contented hum that resonates through your core. The sensation of his submission and his willingness to please you fills your heart with an overwhelming, indescribable affection.

Despite his habitual mischief, Jiseok was always remarkably attentive when it mattered most. The realization of his devotion intensifies with each stroke of his tongue against the sensitive spot within you, pushing you to a new peak of pleasure. The thought of his unwavering care, despite his playful nature, amplifies your desire. As his tongue finds that sweet, sensitive spot once more, another moan escapes you, and you tighten your grip on his hair, urging him deeper into your pleasure. The combination of his devoted touch and your commanding presence creates a profound sense of intimacy and connection, one that transcends the physical and speaks to the core of your bond.

Jooyeon’s voice abruptly sliced through the bubble of pleasure enveloping you, his tone cracking with a desperate need that belied his attempt at nonchalance. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on the arch of your back, each shudder of pleasure that coursed through you a vivid display of your intense enjoyment. He clutched the sheets beneath him with a fierce grip, as if they were a lifeline holding him in place. You couldn’t help but marvel at his endurance, the way he had resisted the urge to touch himself despite the tormenting frustration. It was a feat that both intrigued and impressed you, though you had no intention of voicing your admiration.

Your gaze flickered toward him, though the image before you was slightly blurred by the overwhelming bliss Jiseok was bestowing upon you. “I’m sorry,” Jooyeon repeated, his voice trembling with raw desperation. This time, the veneer of composure was gone, stripped away by the intensity of his need. As you rolled your hips against Jiseok’s face, using his hair to keep him securely in place, Jooyeon’s eyes grew darker, reflecting a potent mix of longing and frustration.

Jiseok, seemingly lost in the haze of his own desire, groaned deeply into your core, the sound vibrating through you and sending another wave of ecstatic pleasure that left you gasping for breath. His focus remained fixed on you, almost as if Jooyeon’s presence had faded into the background of his single-minded devotion.

When you remained silent in response to Jooyeon’s repeated apologies, he insisted with a fervent plea, “I won’t do it again, I promise.” The desperation in his voice was palpable, the feeling of exclusion starting to gnaw at him just as you had intended. The sight of him, so vulnerable and yearning, was a stark contrast to the pleasure Jiseok continued to deliver, adding another layer of intense satisfaction to the scene unfolding before you.

“No,” you pant, your breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts as you lick your lips, the taste of desire lingering on your tongue. Your senses are acutely tuned to the sensations enveloping you; you can feel the sweat that has formed a slick sheen over your body, glistening almost sensually under the soft, amber glow of the nightstand lamps. These lamps cast a warm, inviting light across the otherwise darkened expanse of your bedroom, creating an intimate cocoon that frames the scene with a seductive allure.

Your gaze remains fixed on Jooyeon’s eyes, now clouded with a mixture of longing and frustration. He pants softly, his breaths uneven as he watches the unfolding scene with an almost entranced expression. As you teeter on the precipice of climax, the tightening in your lower abdomen grows almost unbearable. “It’s too late to apologize now, Joo,” you manage to murmur through your heightened pleasure, your voice quivering with the effort to maintain control.

A sharp inhale escapes you as Jiseok’s fingers dig into your thighs, his nails pressing into your soft skin with a possessive grip meant to keep you firmly in place. Momentarily distracted by the intensity of his touch, you reach for his wrists with both hands, holding them with a firm grip as you cast him a warning glare. He should know better than to assume any form of control at this moment; not to mention, you rarely enjoyed the sensation of being confined.

Jiseok’s eyes flicker with a silent apology, a wordless acknowledgment of your unspoken command. Once you see the understanding in his gaze, you release his wrists, allowing your hands to return to his hair. With renewed focus, you guide him back to your core, trapping his head in a vice of pleasure. The intimate connection between you both is palpable, a dance of control and surrender that continues to heighten the ecstasy of the moment.

Your gaze shifted once more, catching Jooyeon leaning forward with renewed intensity, his posture straightening in a futile attempt to catch a better glimpse of your aching core as it lay exposed over Jiseok’s head. A sharp, almost cruel snort escaped you, the sound dripping with mockery. “You should have taken a page from your older brother’s book when you had the chance,” you taunted, your voice edged with a playful disdain as you observed Jooyeon’s sulking reaction to your words. “Now, you’ll have to wait until he’s finished eating his dinner before I deal with you.”

As another moan erupted from your lips—a primal, guttural sound that hung heavily in the air—you began to assert control over the rhythm, your thighs clenching around Jiseok’s head with a firm, possessive grip. Your hips moved with a desperate, relentless pace, rolling back and forth with an urgent, almost frenzied rhythm. The vibrations of Jiseok’s own moans and groans reverberated through you, amplifying the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

With a final, shuddering groan that punctuated your climax, you allowed the intense waves of euphoria to envelop you. Slowly, you adjusted the pace, easing into a more languid rhythm as you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasm. Eventually, you released Jiseok from your iron grip, his head slipping free from between your thighs.

He didn’t retreat immediately. Instead, he lingered, his lips pressing a firm yet tender kiss onto your highly sensitive core, which elicited a slight flinch from you. Despite the delicate sensation, you managed a tired smile in response, your breath coming in heavy, ragged bursts as you leaned back into your seat, savoring the residual echoes of your pleasure.

The sound of Jooyeon’s moans, mingled with the sight of his desperate gaze, registered in the periphery of your consciousness as you briefly closed your eyes. You took a moment to bask in the relief that Jiseok, ever the attentive lover, had provided to your once-aching arousal. The pleasure had been both intense and satisfying, a balm to the tension that had built up throughout your demanding day at work.

Yet, you didn’t let yourself linger in this moment of indulgence for too long. The awareness of what needed to be done next urged you to refocus. Once your breathing had steadied, your eyes fluttered open, and you straightened up, positioning yourself to face your lovers with renewed determination.

Jiseok remained on the floor before you, now seated with a look of serene satisfaction on his face. He was diligently engaged in cleaning your sticky arousal from his face, his tongue working with practiced precision. The sight of his dedication only heightened your sense of control and satisfaction.

Across the room, Jooyeon was a study in frustrated yearning. His thighs rubbed together in a subtle, almost desperate search for friction, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of envy and longing. The expression on his face was almost palpable, an unspoken plea for attention. You couldn't help but let out a dark, amused laugh at the contrast between Jiseok’s contented diligence and Jooyeon’s evident jealousy. The dynamic between the two was both intoxicating and thrilling, adding another layer of complexity to the scene before you.

You steadied yourself, carefully concealing the tremor in your legs from the recent climax, unwilling to let even a hint of vulnerability disrupt the commanding presence you needed to maintain. The image you projected was crucial for the next phase of your plan, one that was designed to bring your bratty, rebellious lover, Jooyeon, to his knees in submission—just as you intended. While Jooyeon had mastered the art of pushing your buttons, you, too, had accumulated a repertoire of strategies throughout your time with both him and Jiseok.

A smirk curled at the corners of your lips as this thought crossed your mind, a glimmer of mischief dancing in your eyes. You moved with deliberate grace, passing by Jiseok, who continued his focused task with a look of serene satisfaction. Your path led directly to the nightstand on your side of the expansive bed, where a carefully curated collection of sensual toys awaited. The gleam of anticipation in your gaze reflected off the polished surface of the nightstand as you approached, each item meticulously arranged to cater to your desires.

The nightstand’s contents were a testament to your intricate understanding of pleasure and control, each piece chosen to further your goals of domination and indulgence. As you reached for the drawer, the soft click of its opening echoed through the room, adding a layer of expectation to the already charged atmosphere.

You could feel their gazes burning into your skin, each pair of eyes following your every movement with a palpable intensity. Yet, you remained unperturbed, your focus entirely on the task at hand. With deliberate precision, you retrieved the harnesses of your strap, your fingers moving with practiced ease. The ritual of preparation was almost meditative, each action underscoring your dominance and control.

Once the harness was secured in place, you methodically sifted through your collection before finding what you were looking for: Jiseok's favorite dildo. The bright blue silicone toy, vivid and unmistakable, emerged from the drawer. The sight of it elicited a giddy gasp from Jiseok, a sound that was quickly followed by Jooyeon’s mocking snort. The derisive noise only served to widen your smirk, a silent promise of what was to come. You knew Jooyeon’s bravado would soon crumble, but you kept this insight to yourself, letting the anticipation build.

With practiced movements, you secured the toy onto the strap, the click of the mechanism echoing softly in the room. You retrieved a half-empty bottle of lube and tossed it onto the bed with a casual flick of your wrist. Amidst the array of items, you unearthed two pairs of handcuffs from the very bottom of the drawer, a rarely used accessory that now seemed perfectly suited for your purpose. You held them up with a faint smirk, their cold metal glinting under the dim light.

A voice, dazed with anticipation, broke the charged silence. “Are you tying me up?” Jiseok’s voice was closer than before, and you turned to see him resting on the bed behind Jooyeon, his eyes alight with excitement. You chuckled softly at the eagerness evident in his expression, shaking your head as you retrieved a black blindfold from the drawer. The soft rustle of fabric was the only sound as you closed the drawer, tossing the handcuffs and blindfold onto the bed with casual grace.

“Our dear Joo hasn’t been behaving well, remember?” Your voice was a silk thread of menace woven with amusement. Jiseok’s eyes widened as the implications of your words sank in, his gaze shifting to meet Jooyeon’s. Despite the undercurrent of anxiety, there was an undeniable spark of thrill in Jooyeon’s eyes, a fleeting but telling sign of the complex mix of emotions stirring within him.

After taking a final inventory of the items you had meticulously prepared, you positioned yourself before Jooyeon. The room was thick with anticipation as you stood with an air of authority, your hands confidently resting on your hips. The strap, securely fastened and perfectly aligned, hovered enticingly at the level of Jooyeon’s mouth.

Jooyeon gazed up at you, a picture of almost vulnerable apprehension. His eyes, though defiant, betrayed a flicker of unease as they tracked the motion of your strap. Behind him, Jiseok’s head emerged, his eyes wide with a mixture of eagerness and longing, reflecting the soft glow of the room’s lighting.

When Jooyeon remained motionless and silent, you couldn’t suppress a playful smirk. You raised an eyebrow in mock surprise, the gesture both questioning and taunting. “Oh, Joo,” you chided with a tone dripping in feigned disapproval. You shook your head lightly, the movement deliberate and filled with a touch of disappointment. “Are you really going to make me do all the work? I thought you were sorry.”

Your words were laced with clear mockery, and the way Jooyeon’s eyes narrowed subtly in response confirmed that he had picked up on your teasing. The room's atmosphere was charged with the tension of your challenge, each breath and glance heightening the sense of anticipation and control.

Given Jooyeon’s persistent stubbornness, you let out a resigned sigh, signaling Jiseok to assist you in guiding Jooyeon deeper onto the expansive mattress. Jooyeon, showing no resistance to the shift, allowed himself to be maneuvered into position. You ensured he was properly angled against the cool metal bars of the headboard, which elicited a faint wince from him as the chill of the contact met his skin.

Ignoring the fleeting reaction, you proceeded with practiced precision. You handed Jiseok one of the handcuffs, the cold metal gleaming in the dim light, while you retained the other. With swift, deliberate movements, you secured Jooyeon’s wrist to the headboard, the clink of the cuffs breaking the room's heavy silence. As you completed the task, you deftly placed the blindfold over Jooyeon’s eyes, his vision swallowed by the soft, dark fabric. The blindfold, with its promise of obscurity, heightened the anticipation of the moment.

Jiseok, finding the scenario both entertaining and gratifying, let out a light-hearted giggle. His amusement was palpable, a sharp contrast to Jooyeon's subdued state. Following your subtle command, Jiseok positioned himself beneath Jooyeon's bent legs with eager compliance, a reflection of his own excitement.

Turning your gaze back to Jooyeon, you let your voice carry a blend of authority and curiosity. “Joo,” you began, your tone both commanding and contemplative. “You apologized to me earlier. What was it you were apologizing for, hmm?” The question hung in the air, a tantalizing blend of reprimand and intrigue, as you awaited his response.

At your question, Jooyeon huffed in exasperation, the sound betraying his simmering frustration. His arousal, already a deep, agonized red, leaked persistently, the tip glistening with the evidence of his prolonged neglect. It was clear how desperately he had been yearning for release, having restrained himself in hopes of finding favor with you through his own unique, if misguided, penitence.

A flicker of sympathy might have crossed your mind, recognizing the restraint he had exercised. It was evident how much self-discipline it had taken for him to refrain from touching himself, despite the visual and auditory cues of your pleasure. Yet, your resolve remained steadfast as you waited for his response, your demeanor unwavering and authoritative.

With a measured motion, you squeezed a generous amount of lube onto your hand, the slick, cool substance glistening under the soft illumination of the room. You stroked your silicone length with deliberate, smooth motions, the sensation sending a shiver of anticipation through you. The rhythmic motion of your hand was met with a shuddering breath from Jooyeon, his blindfolded eyes unable to witness the source of his torment.

"I'm sorry," he finally gasped, his voice breaking under the weight of his emotions. "I was sorry for breaking your rule. I—I was being a brat." His words were choked with a mixture of regret and desperation, the sound of his voice mingling with the slick sounds of your movements.

A satisfied hum escaped your lips, the sound a testament to his confession meeting your expectations. You applied another generous amount of lube, this time to your index and middle fingers, preparing them for what was to come. With a silent nod towards Jiseok, who eagerly complied, you watched as he spread his legs wide, presenting himself with an eager readiness that mirrored his excitement.

“Hmm,” you mused aloud, your fingers hovering tantalizingly close to Jiseok’s entrance. The anticipation in the room was palpable, a shimmering thread of tension binding everyone present. Jiseok quivered beneath you, his body trembling with eagerness, while Jooyeon, bound and blindfolded, writhed restlessly against the confines of his restraints.

Your fingers, poised with a deliberate slowness, lingered just at the edge of Jiseok’s entrance. The air was thick with expectancy, each breath drawn in sharp, shivering gasps. Jooyeon, his senses heightened by the blindfold, could only guess at what was to come. The sound of his shallow breathing and the restless shifting of his bound form spoke volumes of his eagerness.

“No,” Jooyeon’s voice was a desperate whisper, his head shaking in frantic agreement. “No, I won’t do it again.” His words came out in hurried breaths, a mixture of surrender and pleading lacing his tone. The intensity of his response was matched only by the fervent anticipation emanating from Jiseok, who continued to tremble beneath your careful touch.

Satisfied with Jooyeon's desperate response, you finally yielded to Jiseok’s eager pleas. Slowly, deliberately, you began to insert your index finger into Jiseok’s warm, inviting entrance. The sensation was exquisite, the tightness enveloping your finger as Jiseok emitted a guttural, primal moan that resonated with pure, unrestrained pleasure. You paused for a moment, allowing him to adjust to the intrusion, savoring the way his body tensed and then relaxed in response.

Your attention drifted to Jooyeon, who squirmed restlessly against the headboard, his hips lifting in a desperate, silent plea. The blindfold covering his eyes rendered him unaware of the intimate scene unfolding right before him, intensifying his frustration. A cruel, mocking smile curled on your lips as you watched his futile attempts to seek out the touch he craved so badly. His blindfolded eyes fluttered, and his body writhed in vain.

You began a slow, rhythmic motion, your finger moving in and out of Jiseok with deliberate care. Each thrust drew soft, breathy whimpers from Jiseok, turning him into a trembling mess of pleasure. Meanwhile, Jooyeon’s frustration grew palpable, his jealousy a stark contrast to the pleasure Jiseok was receiving. 

With a hint of mockery in your voice, you leaned closer to Jooyeon, who could only hear the sound of your voice and the relentless moans of Jiseok. “Aw, baby,” you cooed, dripping with sarcasm. “Did you really think I would give you what you wanted so easily after the stunt you pulled?” The tone of your voice was both taunting and authoritative, ensuring Jooyeon felt every ounce of the frustration you intended to impart.

Jooyeon finally broke the silence with a pitiful whine that seemed to escape from deep within him, the sound stretching and echoing through the room as if it had been held captive for an eternity. His hips shifted restlessly, seeking out your touch in vain, but he could only fumble in frustration, unable to find the relief he so desperately craved.

Meanwhile, you had slid your middle finger into Jiseok’s tight, welcoming entrance, the additional intrusion causing him to shudder in heightened ecstasy. His moans grew louder, more intense, each sound a testament to the pleasure you were bestowing upon him. The contrast between Jiseok’s blissful surrender and Jooyeon’s growing frustration was striking, almost painterly in its stark divergence. It was a tableau of sensory extremes that you found almost intoxicating—so vivid, so compelling that you wished you could etch it permanently behind your eyelids.

“That’s not fair!” Jooyeon’s voice pierced the air, slightly shriller than usual, laced with a mix of desperation and indignation. “I apologized! I apologized many times!” Even though the blindfold shielded his eyes, you could almost see the frustration etched into his features, the crinkle of his brows and the relentless squirming of his restrained body.

The room was filled with the slick, obscene sounds of your lubed fingers working within Jiseok, the rhythmic, wet noises a stark contrast to Jooyeon’s pained, futile attempts to find solace. Each sound seemed to amplify Jooyeon’s discomfort, his length twitching in response to the overwhelming mix of envy and unfulfilled desire. You could hardly contain a dark chuckle, your amusement palpable as you reveled in his distress, savoring the sight of his suffering as he continued to be left wanting.

Gradually, your gaze shifted towards Jiseok, who lay beneath you, flushed a deep, fervent crimson from the intensity of the minimal stimulation he had already received. His body was a canvas of shimmering sweat and eager anticipation. With a voice that was a gentle contrast to the sharpness you had shown Jooyeon, you asked, “Do you think you’re ready, baby? Can you take me now?”

Jiseok’s response was a frantic nod, his legs curling around your waist in a desperate attempt to draw you closer to where he craved you the most. His movements were filled with an urgency that matched his need. However, you pulled your fingers out of him with deliberate slowness, gently unlocking his legs from around you. His whimper of disappointment was almost a silent plea, a sound that tugged at the edges of your satisfaction.

You guided him onto his stomach with a soft, yet firm motion, his compliance immediate and obedient. As he settled beneath you, you draped yourself over his slick, heated body, savoring the intimate contact. To intensify Jooyeon’s torment, you carefully repositioned Jiseok’s hands so they gripped Jooyeon’s ankles, a gesture of silent command. The slight pressure you applied to his wrists was a clear, unspoken instruction to keep them firmly in place.

With a slow, deliberate motion, you finally pushed your strap into Jiseok’s yearning entrance. His moan, raw and unrestrained, was the loudest you had heard throughout the evening. The sound was a heady mix of pleasure and relief, and you had barely begun to move. The thought swelled your ego, a silent triumph that danced across your features as you watched Jooyeon’s escalating frustration.

Jooyeon thrashed against his restraints, his pleas and apologies, a chaotic blend of desperation. “It hurts,” he cried, his voice breaking with the weight of his need. “Please, it hurts so much. I’m sorry, please!” His incoherent babbling and fervent promises of never repeating his misstep only served to deepen your satisfaction, his desperation a stark contrast to the pleasure you were bestowing upon Jiseok.

After a lingering moment in which you savored the sight of Jooyeon collapsing under the weight of his own frustration, you decided to extend your reach. Your fingers, slick with remnants of dry lube, moved deliberately towards his aching, neglected length. The moment your hand made contact, Jooyeon released a relieved sob, his hips instinctively thrusting into your touch, desperate for the attention he had been deprived of for so long.

The sound of his reaction elicited a genuine chuckle from you, a soft contrast to the earlier cruelty that had colored your interactions. As you continued to stroke him, your touch infused with a tenderness that belied the harshness of the earlier moments, you felt a surge of genuine endearment towards him. You let the pace of your hips gradually quicken, each thrust causing Jiseok’s trembling form to jolt in sync, his moans and whimpers barely a murmur against the overwhelming symphony of pleasure filling the room.

The scene was intoxicating, a vivid tableau of sensual surrender and trust. Both of your lovers were lost in their own realms of ecstasy, unraveling completely at your touch. They lay exposed, their deepest vulnerabilities laid bare before you, their trust in you evident in their complete submission. It was an honor so profound that words would fail to capture its essence. Instead, you chose to express your appreciation through this intimate exchange, allowing them to reveal their rawest selves in the hope that you would tend to their needs with the care and devotion they craved.

Given the intensity of their prolonged arousal, it was no surprise when you felt Jooyeon’s length twitch uncontrollably, a testament to the desperate pleasure you were bestowing upon him. His whines and groans, long stifled, now spilled forth in a chorus of longing. Simultaneously, Jiseok’s moans grew more frequent and pitched, a high, trembling note of his own impending release. Both of them, on the precipice of their climax, were eagerly pushing their needy forms against you, their bodies seeking the final, elusive touch that would drive them to the edge.

The effort you were putting into their pleasure had begun to weigh on you, a dull ache settling into your muscles from the relentless movements. Yet, the sight and sounds of their need kept you going, your resolve unwavering as you continued to give them what they craved. The room was filled with the heady mix of their desperate cries and the rhythmic pace of your motions, a testament to the shared, mounting ecstasy.

It wasn’t long before their bodies surged against you in a final, coordinated dance towards release. Their moans crescendoed into prolonged, melodic expressions of pure bliss, a symphony of gratification that left both men trembling and breathless. As their climaxes unfolded, you gradually eased to a halt, your own breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps. You pulled away from them slowly, allowing them to experience the last shudders of their aftershocks. The intimate silence that followed was filled with the echoes of their satisfaction, a profound testament to the intensity of the shared experience.

As your breaths gradually steadied and your heart rate returned to a more manageable pace, you surrendered to the softness of the mattress beneath you with a sigh of both exhaustion and profound contentment. The cool sheets brushed against your skin as you nestled into the plush surface, feeling the weight of the evening’s intensity finally lifting.

Jiseok, ever attentive and affectionate, immediately drew close to you, his warmth a comforting presence as he settled beside you. His gentle movements were accompanied by the soft clinking of handcuffs being released—your attention briefly drawn to Jooyeon as you freed him from his restraints. The momentary distraction quickly dissolved as Jooyeon, now liberated, nestled against your other side, creating a cocoon of shared intimacy.

You found yourself enveloped in the tender embrace of both men, their bodies pressing close to yours, forming a trio of intertwined warmth and affection. No words were necessary in this tranquil afterglow; the steady rhythm of three heartbeats aligning in a harmonious cadence spoke volumes. It was a silent testament to the deep bond you all shared, despite their penchant for testing your limits. In that quiet, blissful silence, the love between you thrived—unspoken yet undeniably profound.

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